#✨his skin looks so soft and supple✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨His body is so gorgeous, I swear😩!!!✨

[dirty-jammies]

Late Night Desires PART 2! ✨💗🌙

Astarion x Fem!Chubby!Reader x Halsin

(Reader is AFAB and is referred to with she/her pronouns and terms like "good girl". )

AN: Thank you all SO much for all the wonderful comments and likes on part 1! And a super-duper big thank you to everyone that voted in the poll! 😁 Don't worry, I intend on writing more for these dudes, so if your favourite poll option didn't win, look lout for it in a future fic! I hope part 2 is to your likings! This is super-horny, super-filthy, and super-delicious... Just like our favourite bloodsucking twink and bear daddy~ Enjoy!

Lying back on the soft grass, you bit your lip as you watched the two men above you appreciate each other's bodies with their hands, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Astarion’s soft, pale hands exploring the swells of Halsin’s muscles, and Halsin's huge hands sliding down the slender curve of Astarion's waist. 

You were still feeling the gentle waves of residual pleasure wash over you from your previous orgasm, sweat cooling on your skin in the midnight air, but you could feel yourself getting excited again watching the two men. You dropped a hand between your thick thighs and whimpered as you brushed your oversensitive pussy, soft and wet and relaxed from Halsin's expert fingering. Your noise alerted the two elves and they parted from their kiss, looking down at you.

“Poor little thing,” Astarion cooed with sarcastic pity, “needing more already, are you?”

You trailed your gaze down Halsin’s body, over his broad chest, down his stomach that was mouthwatering layers of muscle and fat, down the hair-dusted treasure trail where it disappeared into his leather leggings which looked to be on the verge of bursting at the seams thanks to the very obvious erection the druid was sporting.

“I am, but I’m not the only one,” you said with a smile and extended your leg, using it to brush over Halsin’s covered cock. The druid let out a quiet groan at the treatment and you made your desire known, “I… I want to take both of you, with my mouth, and with my…”

“A wonderful idea,” Halsin praised and leaned over you, dragging the pad of his thumb over your soft lips, “I'd love a chance to feel your sweet mouth, little one.”

With his considerable strength, Halsin helped you flip over onto your stomach, letting out a pleased rumble at the view, “What a treat… So supple and round,” he remarked, moving to your front, “like a decadent dessert for us.”

“Isn’t she the sweetest?” Astarion purred and took a handful of your thick ass, fingernails sinking into your soft skin and making you whimper at the light, pleasurable pain, “Mm… she’s still leaking back here.” You whimpered as Astarion’s hand came down to cup your pussy. You gasped harshly as he laid a firm smack over it, making blood rush to your face in embarrassment at the feeling and the lewd, wet noise it made alongside Astarion’s accompanying laughter.

Halsin took your face in his hand and made you look up at him. He smiled at your docile, doe-eyed expression, “Are you ready?” You nodded and you could see his eyes darken with lust, “Do you think you can be a good girl and take all of me?” Again, you nodded, more eagerly this time, the praise tickling your brain and making you squish your thighs together. You licked your lips and smiled up at Halsin.

“Such a needy thing, isn’t she?” Astarion teased, and you could hear him stroking himself again, getting himself hard again, “I’m glad you decided to join us, Halsin, perhaps together, we’ll finally be able to satisfy her.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and looked over your shoulder at your vampiric lover, “Oh, right, I’m the insatiable one…” you teased right back and Halsin laughed heartily.

“I have a good feeling we’ll all end the night satisfied, little one, now please look back this way,” he gently guided your face back towards him, and your eyes widened as you saw he had lowered his leggings, letting his manhood free from its leather confines at last, “Do you like what you see?”

You moaned at the sight and could hear Astarion groan from behind you as well. It was at least nine inches of thick, hard cock, with a soft bush of hair at the base and two heavy-looking balls that seemed to be sloshing with potent seed. You felt your mouth water and you swallowed the drool accumulating in your mouth before you boldly leaned forward and kissed it, feeling the thick vein along the bottom throb at the affection. Halsin’s hand cradled your cheek as though you were made of glass, “I will try to be gentle, but you are making it quite difficult to hold back…” he warned and lined his cock up with your pretty, pouty lips.

You could feel your arousal growing once more as you slowly took Halsin’s length into your mouth. You felt the bulbous head slide past your tongue, his foreskin sliding past your lips. You moaned around his length at the musky, masculine smell coming from his loins, and you felt a dribble of your slick slide down your inner thighs.

“Very good, darling,” Astarion praised softly and you moaned around Halsin’s cock as you felt Astarion line up his own sizable cock with your drooling pussy, “now get ready,” he quickly slammed home, his narrow hips colliding with your cushy ass with a loud smack, and you cried out around Halsin’s thick length. You heard Astarion shudder out a moan behind you, “So fucking hot and wet, you’re simply divine, darling…”

You felt your mind grow fuzzy, thoughts turning into pleads for ‘more, harder, faster!’ Halsin’s slow, careful drag of his cock over your tongue to bump against the back of your throat contrasted Astarion’s greedy, fast slams into your cunt, your body jiggling with the movement.

“Such a perfect girl,” Halsin sighed as you worked your tongue along his frenulum, “taking the both of us so well~”

Astarion’s hands sank into the plush fat of your waist, holding you steady as his hips drilled into you, “Nnh, yes, such a perfect little pet, with such a delicious body… tell us who this body belongs to, darling~” he purred.

Halsin withdrew his cock long enough for you to gasp in a breath and cry out “You! It belongs to you! Astarionnnh~Hah-Halsin!!” Your eyes rolled back as Halsin stuffed your mouth once more, this time sliding all the way into your throat, his huge hands holding your jaw as you did your best not to gag on the huge cock. You could taste his salty precum smearing on your tongue. Delicious.

“You’re so good… so good,” Halsin growled, giving himself over to his pleasure, “Gods, I’m close…”

You moaned around him, eager to get a taste of his cum, when Astarion thrust inside you as deep as he could go, grinding, /grinding/ against your sweet spot and making you whine around the length stuffing your throat. Astarion landed a hard smack on your ass and you whimpered, hearing him grunt.

“Do you want to switch? You did want to breed her, after all.” he teased breathily.

Halsin nodded tightly and you felt your jaw go slack as he withdrew his cock. You saw it, dripping with your saliva and his delicious precum, twitching hard. You whined as Astarion pulled out of you slowly and you felt his hand pet your back soothingly, “Don’t worry, love, you won’t be empty for long~”

The two men switched positions, you smiled seeing how creamy Astarion’s cock had become as he fucked you. Slick evidence of your arousal was glistening on his cock, making it shine in the moonlight. Astarion’s hand wove into your hair and you leaned forward, licking his cock from base to tip.

“Dirty girl,” he rasped with a grin, “tasting yourself on my cock?”

You hummed an affirmative, looking up into his beautiful red eyes as you continued cleaning him. You felt Halsin’s hands spread you open and your breathing hitched, feeling the druid’s cock prod the back of your thighs.

“She’s so wet,” he remarked, “are you ready for me?”

Astarion let you go long enough for you to look back at Halsin. You could see him stroking his cock, staring at your twitching pussy with an almost intoxicated look. 

“Yes, Halsin!” You panted, shaking your hips and making your ass jiggle for him, “I want you to fuck me, too!”

Astarion moaned and urged you on, “And then what, pet?”

You whimpered needily, wanting Halsin’s cock to stuff you full, “Y-your cum… I want you to cum inside me, Halsin, please!”

“Very good, darling,” Astarion praised and the both of you watched as Halsin’s face gained a look of absolute rapture as he sunk into you. You choked on a loud moan as you felt his massive manhood slip into your wet pussy, dragging along your juicy, twitching walls. You felt a droplet of drool leak out of your mouth.

“Silvanus preserve me,” Halsin groaned, long and loud, “you feel so good, so tight…” he hissed, stilling when he was only half-way in.

Astarion turned you back to face him, and he traced his thumb over your mouth, collecting the drop of drool you let slip on the pad of his thumb before he pushed it back in your mouth. He sneered down at you, but you could see the love in those crimson eyes, “/Messy/ girl, you’re already falling to pieces, aren’t you?” He pressed his leaking cockhead back to your lips, “Suck.”

With bleary eyes, you obeyed, moaning around Astarion’s cock as Halsin continued to press into you. You whined as the druid finally bottomed out; you felt his heavy balls pressing tightly to your oversensitive little clit, you felt his huge hands bracing himself on your squishy waist, but most distracting and pleasurable of all, you felt his flaring cockhead kiss your cervix, his girth pressing tightly against your walls! You flexed around him, begging Halsin to fuck you stupid while your mouth was occupied.

Soon you were rocked back and forth, the men settling on a pattern that rocked you back on the druid’s massive cock, then forwards so Astarion could fuck your throat. They made sure neither your mouth or pussy was empty at a time. You clutched the grass beneath you like a lifeline, you felt like you were losing your higher brain functions. Nothing else mattered in this beautiful moment other than the pleasure you felt, and the pleasure your lovers were taking from you, greedily fucking your sweet little holes like their lives depended on it.

You heard Halsin let out a deep groan and his hands migrated from your waist to your hanging belly, holding you tight, his own warm belly and chest pressing into your back as he took you in a more bestial position. The thought of Halsin losing control as he pounded you, losing his own grip on propriety and fucking you like a wild animal, made you scream around Astarion’s length and the vampire withdrew from you briefly and cupped your jaw as you whined long and loud, announcing your second orgasm of the night. Halsin fucked you through it, rasping and grunting filthy praise all the while.

“Perfect girl, cum on my cock, such a good girl. Surely you can do it again for me, yes?”

You nodded helplessly as you convulsed around his pistoning cock, drool freely dripping from your parted lips, “Uh huh!” you could only whine in reply.

With a long index finger and thumb, Astarion squished your chubby cheeks together, making you pout. You heard him click his tongue down at you, “What a greedy girl we have~ Already cumming again?” he used his other hand to guide his cock to your mouth, lightly slapping your cushiony lips with his angry red cockhead, “help me cum and we’ll see to that third orgasm you need.”

Haslin let out a breathy laugh from behind you, groping your soft ass as he slowed his pace, letting you recover a bit, “Third, fourth… however many she wishes!”

“You’re already spoiling her!” Astarion whined, but you could hear his smile, even when you closed your eyes to obediently take his cock back onto your tongue, “Though she does beg to be spoiled, doesn’t she? To be pampered and fucked full all day long. Thaaat’s a good pet~” he cooed to you as his fingers wound into your soft tresses.

With a nod from you, the two men resumed their steady pace. Astarion in, Halsin out. Halsin in, Astrarion out… The noises you three were making filled the air around you; your sweet, muffled whines mixed with Astarion’s low voice spitting vile taunts mixed with sincere, divine praise, and Halsin’s rough, almost animalistic growls and grunts as he became more and more desperate. The symphony of your voices was accompanied by the filthy, wet noises of Astarion fucking your sloppy mouth, and Halsin drilling your gushing, oversensitive pussy. You felt your breasts and stomach swinging under you with every movement, felt Halsin’s broad hips slapping your cushy ass with every deep thrust he gave, dragging his heavy cock along your sweet spot before it squeezed against your cervix. You felt his heavy balls kiss your hard little clit before he dropped a hand under you to circle it, making your eyes roll back. You wondered if you would cum again before the men did?

You didn’t have long to ponder that before you heard Astarion hiss out a strained warning, “Fuck, darling, I’m going to cum,” he pulled your hair back hard and you whined in pleasurable pain. You looked up blearily into Astarion’s gorgeous red eyes that were burning with intense lust, “I’m going to shoot straight down your throat, you will swallow every last drop,” he ordered, withdrawing for a moment so you could breathe, “then you’ll thank me for the meal. Understand?” he grinned sharply as you nodded, his smile nearing on crazed, and he licked his lips before plunging down your throat. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head, Halsin continuing to pound you while you felt Astarion release pump after pump of hot, bitter cum right down your throat. The vein on the underside of his manhood throbbed against your tongue. The vampire’s head rolled back and he let out a long, beautiful moan as he fed you. Halsin slowed down his pace for a moment, letting you swallow the thick fluid as AStarion withdrew his spent cock.

Good, obedient girl that you were, you smiled up at him hazily and licked your lips, “Thank you for the meal, Astarion~” you panted, showing him your empty mouth.

“Perfect pet,” Astarion praised and caressed your beautiful, soft face, catching his breath, “Now, let dear Halsin finish you off!” he nodded back at Halsin and you cried as the druid started up at a punishing pace.

You writhed beneath him, sweat dripping onto the grass under you as your toes curled in the night air. Both you and Halsin were beyond the point of words, just crying and moaning and grunting and screaming as pleasure overtook you. Halsin took greedy handfuls of your plush fat, using it as an anchor to pull you back on his cock, drilling deeper and deeper, hitting spots inside you never touched before. It was all too much! Too much! The feeling of that massive cock fucking you with intent to breed, Halsin’s strong arms holding you in place while Astarion’s hands now held you as if you were a delicate, priceless gem, the taste of Astarion’s cum at the back of your throat. You couldn’t hold back your voice, whiny and far-gone.

“Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum- Halsin! HALSIIIN!” You screamed into the night as your body bent, thrashing as orgasm overtook you. Your vision went white as Halsin growled behind you.

“Gods, yes! Cum on this cock!” He railed you through it, body on top of yours, nearly pressing you into the dirt as you squirted around his cock, “take my seed, take all of my- oh fuck-!”

You felt yourself spasm in your lovers’ hold, cumming again, gentler, as you felt Halsin empty a torrent of hot, sticky cum into your womb. Halsin gasped for breath as he gave a few final thrusts, as if ensuring every drop of his seed was safely planted in you. He slowly pulled out and you whined at the sudden loss, and you held a hand over your well-used pussy to make sure nothing leaked out. 

Halsin laid back on the grass, and Astarion guided your boneless body to lay next to him. You immediately curled around Halsin, one of his strong arms wrapping protectively around your shoulders. Astarion joined his other side, also being pulled to cuddle on top of the druid.

You sighed blissfully. Your sweat had cooled in the night air, but you were warmed by the men near you, and you could tell the feeling was more than mutual. The moon and stars shone above you, providing light so you could see your lovers’ satisfied smiles. 

Astarion fluffed his hair, which had gotten more than a bit tousled during your fun, “Well, Halsin, I sincerely hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did,” he propped his chin up on one of Halsin’s pecs and gave him a coy smile, “I would very much like to do this again~”

Haslin let out a quiet laugh and his chest rumbled with it, “If the both of you would be willing to have me again, I would love that.”

You nuzzled into Halsin’s neck and pressed a warm kiss to his sticky, sweat-lined skin, “Mmh~ I’d love that. There’s so much I’d love to try with you two.”

Astarion grinned and reached over, tasking your hand in his own, “Really, darling~? Do tell us, then. What could possibly be on your mind?” Halsin and Astarion looked down at you, curious with a faint spark of renewed lust.

You shook your head, “I’ll tell you next time,” you let out a yawn as fatigue creeped up on you, “but… don’t let me stop you two from fooling around if you’re not spent yet.” you added with a playful smile.

Halsin pinched your cheek and you giggled, “Naughty little thing,” he teased, but he cast a glance at Astarion, “Though… if you wanted, Astarion…?” he left the question hang.

Astarion huffed and hid his blushing face on the other side of Halsin’s neck, “And you call me insatiable!? I need my beauty rest!”

Halsin laughed and pulled you and Astarion closer, “Well then, beauties, why don’t we rest? We can regroup with the others in the morning.”

You and Astarion agreed, and snuggled up to the cuddly druid until the sun eventually bathed your bodies in it’s warm embrace. Though you had to admit, now you would prefer the embrace of your vampire and your druid any day.

~💞~

AN2: Oh!! Taglist! I'm gonna tag everyone who liked to the taglist post I made PLUS everyone who commented about part two on the first part lmao~

@bamblepee @nova-starion @rosaliemizzrym @cross-stitch-grandma @serendipitous-fernweh @winnieshitposts-blog @audreonne @missusbarnes-rogers @darkprincemara @iwannabealocalcryptid @flowerfoxsstuff @teramjna @huuvu @somewhereonliknow @exophelia @absinthe-adonis @aquarivsrot

[sebekstitties]

Tits/Ass/Thighs NRC Student HCs ✨

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Thigh man

Wants his head to be crushed between those thick juicy thighs like a nutcracker

Sucks on them and leaves little marks

Trey Clover

Trey is hot in an older brother way so I’ll have to say he’s a tits guy

Loves to lay on boobs

Doesn’t matter what size they are, he loves them

Cater Diamond

Boobs for sure

When you lean forward on something and they dangle down a little ? He will melt

Will shove his face between your boobs and just stay there, he’s happy

Ace Trappola

Thighs, thighs, thighs

He will be putty in your hands if you get on top cowgirl style and just let him grip your thighs

He’s weak for that moment when you sit down and your thighs spread on the chair

Deuce Spade

Deuce loves ass

Will probably ask for anal a lot

Loves doggie style and will smack your ass hard while you’re doing it

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is a boob man for sure

Drinks his respect women juice daily but if you’re showing off any amount of cleavage you best bet he’s going to try and sneak glances when he thinks you’re not looking.

Just wants to grope them and feel that softness between his palms.

Ruggie Bucchi

Loves ass

Easy to sneak glances while he’s walking behind someone

“Oh you dropped something” stares

Jack Howl

Big into a toned thigh

Loves to watch those thigh muscles work as you ride him

Working out in short shorts? His tail is wagging every time he sneaks a peek of your juicy thighs

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto

He loves thighs

Sit on his face and just suffocate him with your thighs

Leaves nailmarks in your supple skin that he hopes bruises over

Jade Leech

Definitely a thigh guy

Loves stroking your soft fleshy thighs

Give this man a thighjob

Floyd Leech

Ass. Loves it so much.

Literally just put your ass in his face and he can die a happy man

Leaves bitemarks on your supple cheeks

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Ass man

Loves when you bend over a little and grind that ass onto his aching cock

He’ll be so weak if you make it clap for him

Jamil Viper

Also an ass man

Loves gripping a thick juicy ass

Leaves his handprints on your cheeks good

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

Boobs guy

Loves when you wear clothing that accentuates your breasts

Sucker for a boob window

Rook Hunt

Loves ass

Eats it like it’s his favorite meal (it is)

Absolutely weak for when you wear a skirt and the back ends up being a little shorter than the front because of your plump ass

Epel Felmier

Ass man

Slaps it every change he gets

Yeehaw back that dumptruck up

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Boobs guy for sure

Plays a lot of hentai games that have girls with big anime boobs

Loves when the boobs are breasting boobily

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Thick thighs save lives

Loves to rest his head on your thighs

Even the great Malleus is weak to a thigh jiggle

Lilia Vanrouge

Peepaw is an ass man

Loves to slide his cock between your ass cheeks

His favorite position is 69 so he can get that 1080p HD view of your ass

Silver

I think Silver is a boobs guy

Like just put them in his face and squeeze them together

He’ll be so happily lost in your sweet scent and softness of your flesh

Sebek Zigvolt

Thighs

He loves to squeeze your thighs while you ride him

Wear something short that shows off your thighs and he won’t be able to keep his eyes off you

[vicsy]

in the light of recent breakdown (Fernando taking photos of Lance like they're married), here's a tiny ficlet, ~ 970 words that I wrote in a spiral ✨

It's always more endearing than annoying.

Lance almost knocks the phone out of his hand. Fernando barely avoids it, laughing openly, bumping his shoulder against Lance's, his face all scrunched up, feigning faux irritation. He still breaks out in a smile, no heat behind his eyes, and Fernando makes sure not to have this touch linger. Too many people around, he can't help it. 

But he opens his camera roll, following further into the air-conditioned hospitality, Lance just ahead of him and on the screen of his phone, a fresh batch of oblique photos he'd never post; Fernando caught his profile and the back of his neck. 

He tries not to think that the bite mark there faded already. 

Lance would give him grief later, after they get through practice and share some dinner, perhaps when they finally pass the threshold of the hotel room that doesn't really belong to just one of them. There is something about Lance and being photographed that Fernando doesn't get but he stares at the screen and–

It reminds him of two days ago, eight am always too early for Lance to function, so he shoved back at the phone in Fernando's hand, whining and turning the photo blurry, but Lance still gave him that lopsided smile, all sleepy, with pillow creases across his face. They slept in despite obligations, despite Fernando remaining fully awake and simply breathing in time with Lance, content and warm, the race week yet to begin, and no bothersome cameras around. 

And then it reminds Fernando of a photo he took the weekend after Chloe's wedding, in the private comfort of just the two of them, dining at the secluded restaurant overlooking the shore. Lance sitting in front of him, a plate of half-finished duck pappardelle forgotten in favor of leveling him with an impish look, fondness written brazenly all over his face where a sunbeam kisses his cheek. In the soft, orange light of the Italian sunset, Fernando let his heart crack open and feel. 

There's even a bigger secret than the ones Red Bull has, a folder locked under an insane password on Fernando's phone, the prized collection of moments that spark a fire under his skin and in his memory when Lance is too far away but on the screen, they're joined together, even if the lighting is wrong and the angle askew. Supple skin under Fernando's palm, pearly-white droplets on Lance's stomach, an angry red mark on his asscheek; bruises on his pale neck and Lance's kiss-swollen lips; him staring up tearily with those big, brown eyes, so nicely from his knees and his lips wrapped snugly around Fernando's cock.

All that, in the palm of his hand.  

But if Fernando scrolls up to the beginning, a lonely photo of them together under the stale, fluorescent lights of the Aston Martin meeting room, Mike standing in the middle, unsmiling. It just reminds him of what he's no longer missing; that unadulterated gratification replaced the hollowness that followed him around since Ferrari and the day the title slipped through his fingers. That Fernando is no longer racing against time, trying to outrun something but rather racing ahead, bolder than ever, and the rearview only blinds him. 

Something gave way inside of him. Fernando should blame Lance entirely for it but–

He's got one photo saved, one that Jimmy sent him the day after Monaco, saying he might like it. Sometimes Fernando loses it on the myriad of screenshots, pictures of flowers and views and family; of Lance, no matter how much he protests, when they don't have to pretend or hide. And it's Lance, in that sole photo, watching him lift a trophy on the podium, his hand splayed over his chest, pressed firmly to where his heart beats, an awestricken expression painted on the side of his face that Fernando can see.  

Lance probably has no idea the photo exists. Fernando keeps it secret in the fragility of a bubble they created. He'll claw and tear for it never to burst, holding himself back from what he longs for in the secrecy of his own mind. Loss is a petrifying thing and Fernando knows it close, like an old friend. So he holds on to the photos for they are his, his, and like Lance once whispered into a feverish kiss, I'm yours, yours. 

And his hands, they are still heavy with a burden that never seizes but, still, Fernando squeezes the steering wheel and finds the strength to drag himself over the finish line high enough to have his arms strain under a weight of a trophy; turns on the camera of his phone to show what he can't put into words, to hold dearly in his hands the snapshots of someone who found a key to the lock Fernando believed to be destroyed with rust. 

There is victory and joy, other things he can't bring himself to name but Lance's name is written all over them. Other times there's anger and resentment, old and wretched like a house that burned down, and Fernando balls his hands into fists when abhorrence seeps through him as if from a broken vase but– 

A tentative touch to his knuckles, then to his shoulder; a peace offering in a form of a smile, a pliant body, a flutter of moans and hushed whispers. And all seems to dissipate. 

This is when Fernando remembers. 

He used to think it was the entire world that had to fit in the palm of his hand, so he could carry it around in his pocket, be a perpetual winner, a loner with means to an end but it always gets lonely at the top. Fernando has no use for it all anymore.

Now that he holds Lance in his arms instead.

[kpophubb]

❥ 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 ραяк ѕυηցнσση 💋

♥︎🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗒 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗁𝖼, !𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍! ᰔ

“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯; 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴."

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♡ if kisses could make you greedy and needy, and make you feel starved for more like a hungry animal, then that was the exact definition of park sunghoon’s kisses.

♥︎ there are many different kind of kissers in this world. The romantic kissers- who make you feel butterflies all over. The shy kissers- who giggle in between kisses and make you smile. And then there’s the hot type of kissers- who burn you alive with temptation and make you beg for more because the kiss dominates your mind all day and makes you weak in the knees. Yeah, that’s exactly the type of kisser sunghoon is.

♡ sunghoon’s kisses are possessive and display his unwavering dominance. He loves to pin your wrists above your head against the wall behind you and kiss with his whole body pressed to yours tightly. Other times, he loves to bury his fingers in your hair and pull you inwards desperately, or grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you closer by it. Sunghoon has a thing for draping his fingers around your neck sexily, making your whole body shudder with his presence and your mouth remembering the ring of his name and his name alone.

♥︎ since he’s someone with a lot of strength, he finds it really steamy when you drape your legs around him while your mouths explore eachother and climb on him, where he can hold you down with his bulky and strong arms. He’s so strong that he can hold you in place with one arm, while the other one cups your face and caresses your jaw intimately.

♡ pet names during kissing? Check. Hoon is normally way too flustered to call you nicknames but when he’s feeling himself whilst kissing you, he can’t help but call you “doll” and “baby girl.” He will detach his mouth from yours, looking at you with a hazy lustful look, brushing his fingers over your wet lips and whisper with a raspy voice “your kisses taste so good doll.” he crashes down his lips to yours again almost immediately, this time claiming you with twice as much passion and desperation.

♥︎ lip bites and hickeys are 100% his thing. Sunghoon loves biting your lower lip any chance he gets to make you whimper, that makes him laugh in between the kiss. He loves dragging his soft lips down to your chin and neck, slowly travelling towards your collarbones and leaving his love marks on your sensitive and supple flesh. He’s the type of person who blindly admires the hickeys he left on your skin and stares at them a little longer than needed. Low-key very proud about those, and thinks he’s the luckiest guy alive to be owning the prettiest girl on earth aka you, all for himself. 💋

♡ neck kisses are his favourite form of kisses and also the kind of kisses that describe him the most. And oh boy, they can be playful to really ✨steamy✨ ;). Most times, he nudges his nose with your neck randomly while back hugging you to make you tickle and complain like a little babie. It’s his way of teasing you. But there are some times, where he loves kissing up and down your neck, pecking gently on all your sensitive places, making you shiver. The combination of his nose and plush lips on your skin is a deadly one, and you can’t help but sigh from what a great kisser he is. He loves gritting your skin in between his teeth gently- to enjoy your reaction and ofcourse loves sucking your sweet skin there to leave his reddish claims of addicting love.

♡ Most times sunghoon’s kisses know how to make an intimate and intense turn. From the I miss you kisses, they turn to him resting his large hands on the side of your hips and his tongue darting inside your mouth, swirling itself in between yours. His every little movement making you twitch, the way he fights for his dominance over you and the feel of his tongue swiping over your lips at the end of your heated make out session make you a boneless heap of pleasure by the end. Hoon loves groping you aggressively while tongue-kissing you, making each part of your body remember- how you belong to him and him alone. His love for you is like that- messy, strong, needy and there’s no way better to prove his longing for you other than during his acts of kissing you.

♥︎ lap kissing is what he absolutely lives for. It’s his most preferred position. When you’re seated comfortably on his lap and he has his arms wrapped around your waist. It’s a very loving position, the way he can both kiss you and bury his face in the crook of your neck for a break. The way your faces are exactly a few centimetres apart and he can admire your goddess-like beauty while you’re close to him like that. It’s easier for him to love you and kiss you in many other places when you’re seated like that so he will always tug at the sides of your waist and silently ask for you to sit on his lap whenever you guys engage yourselves with lips that yearn for eachother. <3

♡ alright so, sunghoon always pretends like he doesn’t know you infront of the members because they will make fun of him a lot if he’s acting lovey dovey with you, but he is always someone who’s dragging you to the nearest room whenever he gets a chance to. A room where no one can spot you two, only to steal some of your kisses that he so dearly craves all the time. Very sneaky romantic person, but gosh, he’s so romantic.

♥︎ his narcissism and confidence will inflate the size of a balloon when you ask for kisses. “Awwh doll, you’re so in love with me aren’t you?" He will tease you with a smug expression and act so high and mighty about it oh my god. In all reality tho, he ASCENDS to heaven the moment you ask for them, but he gotta play it cool right? But don’t worry, he will be quick to give you his loving loving kisses (more than needed) and squish your cheeks later for being so adorable! <33

♡ wanna know the aftermath when you kiss him instead? A shy giggly mess who’s literally shoving with face with a pillow because it’s SO PINK AND BLUSHY that he can’t even afford to look at you. Becomes so clumsy and will bump into the wall and table while trying to escape the room away from you lol. Like owh. Someone save him, how could you blow up his poor heart like that?!! But don’t worry cause the cutest part is what comes after that. He will make a reverse 180 degree turn and look at you with puppy eyes, saying “uh…can I…get..some more?😳” after cooling down his fuming heart. Well he can’t help it if your kisses make him feeel ssssooooo soooooo happy! >.<

♥︎ his duality switch is insane!!! He might be one hot boyfriend whose kisses are flaming hot too, but his shy pecks? Oh boy. He’s so so bashful to initiate them and ends up smiling big, where his dimple pokes through and eyes crinkle at the ends. He loves to leave smol pecks on your soft cheeks, your forehead, your hands and your chin. This is his way of showering you with his affection but he’s so shy after that that you have to hold him down with dear life from running away. Will dramatically fall to the ground due to the heart damaging aftermath and cover his face with his palm. But okay..he shamelessly gets up after contemplating for a few minutes to..ask! For! More! 😠☺️👉🏻👈🏻

♡ how he asks for kisses is outright adorable. He will stomp his feet on the floor and come near you and just stare at you without even blinking. He WON’T EVER VOICE IT OUT, he will just look at you with an intense gaze and hope you get his message. If you try to walk away ignoring him, he will literally grab your shoulders and look at you frowning his eyebrows best, trying to express what he wants. But that’s a fail tho. Although you understand it, you love teasing him like this. This is a rare opportunity so why not? Hoon will wrap himself around you like a koala from the back, making you unable to move until you turn around and give him a kissy instead. 🥺

♥︎ sunghoon loves sneaking in a few smug kisses here and there to make you blush. They are so freaking random, like, he comes out of nowhere to kiss you over so hurriedly, without even giving you a chance to reciprocate. Will stand there in awe later, giggling and laughing at the way your cheeks turn red and will insist to poke them with his fingers.

♡ in a nutshell, sunghoon’s kisses are unique and make you feel a train of emotions all at once. His kisses feel like rain droplets, they splatter on your skin slowly at first but then drench you in his love for you until you’re a shivering mess, pouring down on you all at once in the blink of an eye, drowning your soul, body and mind in nothing but overwhelming affection. <3

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𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 lovely anonie , @miyoung07 & @heejakeysworld <3

🄰/🄽: 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥! :) 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘮𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵! ^~^ ᰔ

Tagging: @heartsforhyunjin @boowoowho @heejakeysworld & @hoonsslut (hope it cheers you up a lil boo :) <3 )

☞ kisses with jungwon , ni ki & enhypen ot7

[mahoushojoumonster]

(for send a body part meme: neck/throat)

“You don’t need this…”

His finger hooked into the clasp of her necklace as the red pendant glimmered, thumb sweeping over the supple curve of her jaw as the accessory gracefully dropped to the floor. He tilted her head upwards, his warm breath ghosting on her skin before petal soft lips connected, kissing and close to biting.

In hindsight, she probably should have hesitated before responding to a random summons, but given how strange it was that it was apparently Seto Kaiba’s system pulling up her card, her curiosity had gotten the better of her and won out. What was it, a duel simulation so he could strategise for his next duel with Yuugi?

As she took the place of the hologram, she made sure to copy the game’s pattern as best as possible, twirling into position with a giggle and a peace sign.

That was definitely Kaiba, but it didn’t look like he had set up a duel-sim. Even more curious. She smiled and let her eyes follow his movements, noting the strange feeling of being more tangible than usual when she allowed people to summon her through the Duel Monsters system. Huh. Perhaps a physics test? Well, she was here, skewing the results. Whoops.

As he stepped up, she became hyper-conscious of his focus on her and— wait. That was her necklace sliding off of her neck and clattering to the floor. She tried not to wince— she’d had that since she was a human. When his hand drifted to her chin her eyes widened and she had to force herself to remain still. What the hell was happening??

Oh. Oh. That was… something else. She couldn’t suppress the shiver at the feeling of his lips at her throat, the flooding of heated pink to her cheeks, or the tiny breathy moan that escaped her. None of which would be programmed to her monster’s standard avatar.

Busted.

“I-uh… Mister Kaiba…? Wh-wh-what are you…? H-hi…”

💋✨@kneel-to-seto-kaiba | Send a body part. My character will react to yours kissing them there.

[franciskirkland]

Hi Mr. France!! Me yet again!!

What are your favorite textures and fabrics? And also your least favorite textures.

Ps. I want to know Arthur's favorite textures too 👀

Bonjour, mon ami 🤗😘 Ah, comme c'est intéressant!

For fabrics, I prefer silk, satin and high-quality lace. We use silk pillowcases and bedsheets, and I own plenty of silk clothing.

These days I'm not wearing as much lingerie as I am sweatpants and nursing bras. I appreciate the coolness of pure cotton against my tired skin, oh, and a nice rich lotion to soothe and hydrate.

Other favourites - the touch of a loved one's lips, the velvety soft skin of a baby. Fuzzy baby blankets. Ah, I have the worst baby fever! 🥰🤭

Alternately, I like the feeling of cold metal, like that of a good quality knife, or brand-new jewelry. And for food textures, I love flaky croissants and creamy things, like a fine soft cheese, full-fat yogurt, or my favourite crème brûlée! 😍😋

Textures I do not like? Ah, Je ne sais pas... polyester? Things that are rough and gritty, like unpolished rock. I suppose I have never given much thought to it. I don't really like plastic, we try not to use it around the house. Oh, et Je deteste those starchy hospital gowns!

À bientôt!

- François😊💖✨

Arthur: Hello, there. Thank you for the question, that's rather curious. As far as fabrics, I enjoy the feeling of wool and tweed. Especially soft wool, like that I use when I knit for our children. I suppose I second fuzzy baby blankets. They're so darling when they're small, aren't they?

I like the look of felt but it's unpleasant to touch, at least to me. I don't love dirt or sand, so I wear gloves whilst tending to the garden. Nor do I like things that are sticky, though I don't believe many people do.

This may be a given depending what you know of me, but I like old books. The crepe-y paper feeling is oddly satisfying - as is smooth, polished wood, like that of my mahogany desk or cherry-wood pipe.

I quite like the airy, pillowy textures of my wife's homemade whipped cream and fresh sponge cake. I have to mention her cooking, don't I?

Of course I love the touch of François' gorgeous flaxen hair, and his supple skin. Those lavish lips are like rose petals. I must admit, the scratch of his stubble is delightful too. And finally, one of the greatest feelings on earth is the grip of a baby's tiny fist around your finger, it makes my heart swell with fatherly pride.

[pa-stella]

hiiiiiii! ✨🎀💌 for the ask thingie? :D

Sorry for the late reply!!

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

I don't usually care much about these things, but I really wish this story got more... visibility? Is that the right word? I really poured all my feelings for Samatoki and Nemu here.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I HATE THIS. Ugh. Thanks to my writing I was able to overcome some bad moments in my life so... I'm glad I had and have it as an outlet.

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

He trained with Kuko often enough to know the monk didn’t wear anything under his robes, but still he expected him to have some kind of undershirt on that day. Gulping down several times, Jyushi let the measuring tape slide against Kuko’s skin. He knew his fingers were trembling, he could see them as he tried everything in his power not to stare at the naked chest in front of his face. “Juyshi.” “Y-Yes?” Kuko’s voice distracted him, but he refused to look at his face. “I’m no expert here…” The monk murmured. “...but I think the measures will all be wrong if you don’t tighten the tape a little.” He was right. Jyushi was so busy worrying about touching him that he was leaving too much room. He nodded and adjusted the band in his hands. Kuko was definitely in shape. Not too brawny with muscles built by constant and rigid training. There was also some softness under his skin, a suppleness squeezed by the tape’s little strength. That single detail was enough to make Jyushi lose his focus and move his gaze away to look at the other’s face. What a mistake. A faint blush was adorning Kuko’s face, but he was smirking as if he could read every thought of his teammate. His golden eyes were fixed on Jyushi’s hands near his chest.

[legends-of-apex]

‘Midnight Snack’

Bolo (Warrior) x f!Reader (18+)

Rating: 18+ (smut, eating out, blood mention)

Word count: 1,400

Summary: Having just returned from burning the Long Zii’s opium supply with Young Jun and Ah Sahm, Bolo returns home to you. You tell him that you missed him and it has a much greater effect than you thought it would,

A/N: This is for @icy-spicy cause it’s her ✨Birthday✨ and she’s the world’s #1 Bolo simp! Hope you enjoy, lovely!!

When Bolo came home that night, his clothes smelt of burnt fibres and blood. He didn’t even let you embrace him until his jacket was off, fearing bloodying your nightgown.

But once he’s rid himself of his jacket, he engulfed you.

His large hand held your head to his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, keeping you close. He sighed, relieved to finally have you in arms again before he pressed a kiss to your hair.

“You miss me?”

He’d only been gone a few hours but given the blood on his clothing and the way his shoulders sagged, it was safe to say it felt like a lot more than a few hours to him.

“Course I did, handsome,” You answered, gazing up at him "I always do." And he was handsome, especially so tonight. His hair hung loosely on one side and you had to resist the urge to smooth it back into place with the rest of his slicked back hair.

“That why you wore this flimsy little thing? For me?” He asked, running his hand over the thin sleeve of your nightdress.

“Maybe,” you replied, pressing a kiss to the underside of his strong jaw.

“Well, it would be rude of me not to accept such an offering now wouldn’t it?”

No sooner had his words left his mouth did he smile down at you. His eyes held a knowing, an understanding of the fact that you wanted him.

His lips were on yours as you stretched up a little to reach him but before you could ask him to lean down a little, he had your back pressed against the nearest wall.

Much to your dismay, he pulled back from you. But that disappointment was very quickly replaced with confusion as he wasted no time in sinking down to his knees before you. When he found the hem of your nightgown and began dragging it up the expanse of your legs, you understood what his plan was.

He raised it up over your legs and over your waist, keeping it bunched there in one hand so he could get a good look at you. You clenched your thighs together but he simply grazed his fingers over the inside of your thigh and you let them fall open out of instinct.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, reaching for the band of your underwear before working it down each leg individually so it fell deftly at your ankles.

“Have you been thinking about me?” He asked, dark brown eyes looking up at you, “Cause you’re fuckin’ soaked already and I ain’t even touched you.”

He was right, you were soaked. But you couldn’t help it. His words and his demeanour when he came home that night made your insides churn with a need for his attention, his touch. Anything.

“May I? Since you’ve clearly missed me so much?”

You nodded and he smiled up at you again, pressing a kiss to your exposed hip before mouthing his way over your thigh. He stopped to sink his teeth in a little, only a love bite he’d left there a couple of days before. It looked like it needed a little revamping. A nice reminder of him for whenever you might just so happen to look down at your bare thigh.

Once he was satisfied with the bloom on your soft skin, he continued on until he reached your pussy. He let his breath ghost over the supple, soaking flesh. But didn’t touch it. Not yet.

“Spread your legs, baby. Let me get a proper look at you.”

You caught your lips between your teeth at his words and did as you were told. As soon as you did, Bolo dragged his tongue along the entire length of your pussy, smearing your wetness right up the slit.

“Shit,” You cried as he did it again.

He wanted your entire mound to be slick and easy to get his tongue around before he truly began to devour you.

“You taste fuckin beautiful, as always.”

After he spoke, he buried his face between your legs so you couldn’t see anything below his nose as you looked down.

His movements were sloppy. Not calculated in any capacity. He fucked and he ate with his heart, doing whatever seemed right and good at the moment. But he paid special attention to the movements that had your hips bucking against his face, your hand tangling in his hair.

He tugged one leg over his shoulder, then the other. His hands braced beneath your legs to keep you upright. And you firmly anchored your fingers in his hair, gripping on for dear life.

You knew he wouldn’t drop you, even if he did lose his grip you’d only tumble two feett or so. But the danger of your feet being entirely off the ground added to the movements of his tongue. It felt more like him.

But then he was lifting you and standing as he did, your back sliding up the cold, hard wall.

“Bolo?!” You cried out, worried about precisely what he was doing.

“I’ve got you, princess. Don’t worry.”

His tone was assuring as was the solidness as he stood to his full height. He planted himself like a tree, bracing you against the wall as he ate your pussy.

The new angle let him get deeper, let his tongue caress you in such a way that had your walls clenching without you meaning them to.

And you clung onto him like your life depended on it. Hooking your legs around him so your heels dug into his shoulders and thoroughly anchoring your fingers in his messy hair. You had to dig your fingers deep, past the gel he used and almost to the root to get a firm grip.

It was the display of strength that had your words catching and dissolving into moans. Yes, the wall supported you but Bolo still had to hold you there.

His broad shoulders were good for something other than burying hatchets in skulls, you supposed.

A particularly pronounced cry from you had him chuckling and pulling off of you for a moment to gaze up at you with eyes swimming with love.

“I know, baby. I know,” he smiled, “You gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

You nodded, head banging against the wall as you did, desperate to find that sweet release.

“Come on now, use your voice.”

You breath came in short, sharp bursts as he returned to eating your pussy. But his eyes still gazed up eyes you expectantly,

So you tried, gathering every desperate, clawing ounce of strength left in your gut to speak.

“Yes!”

And in a few moments you were.

With the way he lapped and rolled his tongue around your clit and melted through your folds, you came hard enough that you had to muffle your cries with the back of one shaking hand.

He didn’t let up until your thighs stopped shaking, stopped pressing eagerly against either side of his face

When he did let up, only because you whimpered in overstimulation, he didn’t set you down. Instead he pulled you closer to him and carried you over to the bed, setting you down atop the covers.

After wiping his chin, he kissed your forehead before stepping back and getting undressed for bed.

He lay down beside you and tucked you into his side, seeing how heavy your eyes were becoming. And you snuggled into his warmth, his vastness and his solidness.

“Think I need to tell you that I missed you more often,” you mumbled, setting your head to rest against his shoulder.

“It’s your funeral,” he replied.

And you laughed then, quietly so as not to make too much noise given the time of night. Not like you hadn’t just been crying out with little to no regard for the other Hop Wei trying to sleep down the hall.

Tagging: @icy-spicy @noobsaibots @lilliblossom

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨Tummy!!!✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨Tummy!!! And the dog is cute too, I guess😅…✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨Wow😩…✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨So smooth🤤…✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

✨I love how soft he is😩!!!✨

[starryeyedadmirer]

God, you love the way Malcolm’s big, inked hand looks, gliding over his gorgeous chest. The way his smooth skin slides and pulls beneath his palm — his tattoos moving around with it; and how he shows his pecs the soft affection that they deserve, in your absence… it’s so hypnotic. You can hardly hear a word he’s saying, as he tells of all the ways that he’s damaged his lungs… his words just fade in the air. Oh, how you wish you could be with him, to shower his flesh with tender kisses, and wrap your lips around his sensitive little nipples. It eats you up inside, that you’re unable to get to him… but you find comfort in watching him through your phone screen. For right now, that’s more than enough.