#and i was like... is the nozzle not there so you can whip the can out and just rawdog it? and the sting is part of the experience

[savagegood]

after my friends expressed horror watching professional hockey player nathan mackinnon spray suncreen straight in the face, i'm actually curious...

[ironambivalence]

You wake up, chained to a urinal, unable to close your arms and legs. Helpless and starting to shake before it’s even begun. Hearing the murmuring outside the stall grow louder with men’s voices and harsh laugher. Apprehension growing as your stomach feels tight, trying not to vomit even as you start to panic. Feeling so helpless and exposed. Completely naked and desperate. The sounds growing louder, and then…

The door bursts open and the first one steps forward. He won the lottery today and is going to take a little more time than usual. He strokes your cheek softly, then takes a handful of your hair hard by the roots and slaps your face viciously, leaving a red handprint on your pale skin that will become a nasty bruise. Your head jerks down just in time to see his cock exposed, before he thrusts into you, unceremoniously, like meat. Just fuckmeat. Just holes. He starts pumping faster. Not even looking at you. Staring at the wall ahead as he rapes you. Your cunt stretched and aching as you’re forced to take it. Tensing as he empties his balls in your cunt, a stranger’s sperm splattered against your bruised cervix. He doesn’t even look at you when he pulls out. You’re just a warm hole. And it’s time for the next…

One by one they filter in, claiming your ass, your cunt, your mouth. Leaving their filth splattered across you. Raping you until your holes are unrecognizably swollen. The sheer volume of cum astounding. It drips down your face and tits. It drips from your used holes. You’re filthy in a way you can barely comprehend. It coats every inch of you. The smell makes you gag. It drips into a puddle beneath you. You’re disgusting. It’s long since coated the bruises others have left, marring your body, and the men are reluctant to touch you now, so richly coated, save for your holes, which they still pump themselves into. They find other ways to hurt you: lit cigarettes, glowing metal lighters, a wire whip. Your mind is going, fading into the pain. The chains unnecessary. You couldn’t stand even if you wanted to…

And they begin to compete. The first one to piss in your face is greeted with a round of applause. The money is usually left by the door, but one shoves his dollar bills up your cunt. Someone in the crowd has brought a taser…

It’s hours and you’re more unconscious then not by the end. Limp body swaying with each thrust as your raped fuckholes are destroyed a little more each time. By the time I hose you off, the cold jet of water washing their filth down the drain, the nozzle shoved inside your holes so you scream, you have no strength left. I unchain you, swinging you up over my shoulder like a sack, angry red cunt exposed as your arms and legs hang limp, and toss you into the trunk of my car.

When we get back to the safe house I toss you down onto the filthy mattress and explain: It’s still Friday night. You have the weekend to recover. I want you in the office on Monday as usual, carving your mind up in pieces as you try to pretend everything is normal. Otherwise, you won’t be alone in that bathroom stall next weekend. I’ll make sure you’re have someone you love, right there by your side.

[arminsumi]

Satoru spraying whipped cream into your mouth

Satoru waltzes into your apartment kitchen, wrings open the fridge and grabs the whipped cream can. He tilts his head back and presses his finger down on the nozzle, spraying cream into his mouth, filling it up to the brim.

You look at him with a toothy grimace, "Satoru, what're you like twelve?"

He dramatically swallows and licks his lips. "Yes." Satoru grins wide. "Come here. Let me do you."

"What the f—"

"Come onnn, don't you want my cream~?" he teases.

"Satoru, I don't know how I've put up with you for six years. You're on crack 24/7." you shake your head.

"Yuh... so you gonna open wide for me 'n let me cream in your mouth or what?"

You roll your eyes and smile. He's so stupid and inappropriate.

Anyways, you open your mouth for Satoru.

"Wider." he commands.

You open wider.

"Tongue out." he commands again.

You stick your tongue out and start laughing as this tall boy hovers over your face. He nests his fist in your hair and yanks your head back so you look directly up at him.

Then he sprays whipped cream in your mouth, watching intently, looking down into your mouth perversely.

"Now swallow for me, baby." he emphasizes this faux erotic tone to amuse you.

"Mmf." you nearly choke because of how much cream he sprayed into your mouth.

He intently watches you swallow, something glittering in his eyes and his brain clicks.

"Good girl~" he coos suggestively.

"Satoru you fucking perv... hm... 'tastes good." you lick your lips thoughtfully.

He grins nastily. "Yeah I bet. I got some more cream for you if you want, baby."

"Oh yeah, sure. Should I just drop to my knees on the tiles and suck you right now?" you return sarcastically.

"Really!?" his eyes light up.

"No, I'm joking, you dumb cockhead." you laugh and he rolls his eyes and lets out a frustrated grunt.

"Do I have cream on my lips?" you ask.

"Yeah... a little bit, right there. Better lick it up, don't be wasteful."

He watches you lick and swipe the cream off your lips. Satoru malfunctions. You notice he holds his breath for a moment, and it's the funniest thing ever.

"W-wow."

You giggle flirtatiously and leave the kitchen.

His cock is stiff and leaky in his pants. He stands there like an idiot, not knowing what to do with himself, still clutching the can of whipped cream tight in his hand.

Then Satoru suddenly reanimates himself and frantically rushes down the hallway.

He bursts into your room,

"HEAR ME OUT."

"Okay. I'm hearing you out." you reply, scrolling through your socials and not looking at him.

He drops to his knees at your bedside.

"There's this thing called "friends with benefits" that I think we should try. — hey, don't laugh!"

© arminsumi

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[luvyeni]

p. boyfriend!han jisung x fem bodied reader | warnings: food play, oral ( f. receiving ( | words: 0.4k ~ (470) 🐿️ㆍ₊⊹

request: i need to give head to hannie or innie with whipped cream on their tip

I chose hannie for this, I just got a feeling he would love this…

“wh-whipped cream?” he stuttered as you held the can; a mischievous smile on your face — he knew that look on your face; you were up to something. “what are you doing with that?”

You climbed on the bed, spreading his legs. “what do you think.” Sitting on your knees, grabbing the waistband of his pants. “lift your hips.” He obeyed, you pulled his pants off. “no underwear?” you smirked. “look who my girlfriend is, of course not.” You laughed, throwing them.

You grabbed the base of his cock, stroking it a few times until he was fully hard, his tip a angry red and dripping with pre-cum. “pl-please do something.” He stuttered. “please.” You kissed the tip of his cock, licking the salty pre-cum off your lips. “since you asked so nicely.”

You grabbed the can, shaking it before opening it. “hurry.” He breathed, you put the tip of the can to the tip of his cock pressing down on the nozzle — the cream slowly came out, and you worked it around his tip. “sh-shit it’s cold.”

You put the can down, going back to his cock, kitty licking a little bit of the sweet cream off. “fu-fuck.” He groaned, his head back thrown back as you began to lick and suck the cream off, some of it dripping down the base. “so messy hannie.” You licked from the base of his cock to the tip, fully taking him into your mouth. “oh fuck!” he cried out loudly.

You bobbed your head up and down, jerking off what you couldn’t fit. “shit baby, your mouth feels so fucking good.” He grabbed the back of your head, guiding it up and down, occasionally bucking up into your mouth. “fuck im gonna cum.”

He whined feeling hi orgasm approaching. “shit, shit im cumming.” He cursed his cock twitching in his mouth, before shooting his load into your mouth. “shit.” He kept cumming, some of dripping from the corner of your mouth.

You pulled always, with a ‘pop’ smiling. You swallowed his cum, letting his softening cock go. “fu-fuck baby why did I like that so much.” He breathed. “because you’re a freak just like I am.” You smirked.

Before you could even blink; he flipped your over. “hannie!” you shrieked as you he pulled your shorts and panties off, a smirk matching the one that had before. “wh-what are you doing?” he smirked, picking up the can. “just returning the favor.”

You moaned upon hearing the coldness of the cream on your folds. “let’s see whose sweeter.” He threw the can, you heard the clank of the can but you didn’t care. “your pussy or the cream.” You moaned.

“but I already know your pussy is much sweeter.”

©️LUVYENI

[suashii]

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ 𝒲𝐼𝒩𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒲𝒪𝒩𝒟𝐸𝑅𝐿𝒜𝒩𝒟 — christmas-y and winter-esque activities with the hq boys !

info ⭑ includes: suna rintaro, kuroo tetsuro, & miya atsumu ﾉ 1.8k wc ﾉ sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ one suggestive bit in kuroo's ﾉ food

❆ SUNA RINTATO

“geez, want some cocoa with your whipped cream?” you ask suna, suspiciously eyeing the gradually growing mass of whipped cream overflowing the rim of his mug. the sound of pressurized air fills the kitchen, louder than that of the christmas tunes playing from the speaker of your phone. you’re sure the can will start sputtering before he lets up on the nozzle but when the tower threatens to fall, suna finally pulls the can away.

he licks off a bit of cream from his finger before grabbing a handful of marshmallows from the bag and sprinkling them on top of his makeshift castle. some of them sink into the fluffy whipped topping while others are littered about the counter. despite the mess he’s made, suna turns to you with a satisfied smile. “this is the right way to do cocoa.”

“mhm,” you hum before taking a sip from your own mug of hot chocolate—which has only a reasonable amount of whipped cream, you might add. “how do you plan on drinking it though?”

his smile slowly falls as he considers the functionality of his masterpiece. you try not to laugh at the disappointment that accompanies his realization but you can’t help the way your lips wobble as you hold back the sound. you practically see the gears turning in his head as he considers the ways he can drink the beverage without spilling the topping all over his pajamas. it isn’t long before he shrugs his shoulders and admits defeat.

“well, it was legendary while it lasted,” suna says, more to himself than to you. that much makes you chuckle a bit but a hearty laugh is yanked from your chest when suna dips down to level his tower of whipped cream. when he lifts his head up to face you, his cheeks are puffed out like a chipmunk and the white topping decorates his lips. 

through your laughter, you’re able to get out one statement. “you look ridiculous.”

“do i?” he asks with his mouth still full, his words jumbled.

“gross!” you playfully push him away and shield your eyes with your other hand. you can feel the way his chest rumbles with laughter but you wait a few seconds before peeking through your fingers to see if he’s closed his mouth. he has and his cheeks are deflated, too, the corner of his lips tugging them into a grin. they’re still covered in whipped cream.

“plan on wiping your mouth?” you gesture to the lower half of his face with your pointer finger.

“nah,” he shakes his head, moving your hand from his chest to close the gap between the two of you, “i was hoping you’d do that for me.”

you snort at his lame attempt to get a kiss from you. and it must not be that lame because you don’t turn him down. instead, you boost yourself onto your tippy toes and wrap your arms around his neck before pressing your lips against his.

suna leans into the kiss, his hands making a home on your hips. his lips are soft in their slow dance with yours and they taste sweet, with a hint of vanilla—surely from the chapstick he stole from you. you let yourself enjoy the moment of heavenly bliss just a while longer before pulling away.

“better?” he asks, his breath mingling with yours.

there’s still whipped cream spotting the corners of his lips and cheeks and you can feel it on your mouth now. you smile and shake your head. “a napkin would probably work better than a kiss.”

❆ KUROO TETSURO

“so… it’s kind of tall, right?” you scan the christmas tree from the bottom to the top before turning to face kuroo.

his expression mirrors yours as he examines the tree, eyebrows knit together in deep thought. “definitely tall.”

it’s the first time you’re celebrating the holiday together somewhere that isn’t a dorm room or cramped studio apartment, the first time the two of you have been able to splurge on a tree larger than the miniature two-foot ones you’re familiar with. you both must have gotten lost in the excitement when you picked out the nine-foot tree from the store. sure, it fits nicely in the nook of your wrap-around staircase, but it seems neither of you considered how you’d decorate the massive thing without a ladder—or even a step stool.

the dining chairs are still unassembled in their boxes like much of the furniture in your new home, so those aren’t an option to use as something you can climb. nothing in your sparsely furnished home is really an option. prioritizing getting the tree pretty for christmas over setting up the rest of the house may not have been the greatest idea in hindsight. 

“any ideas?” you ask kuroo, hoping that maybe he thought this through a bit more than you had.

“well, we can reach over the railing to get the side closest to the stairs,” he starts, running a hand through the messy raven strands of hair, “but we’ll have to find another way to get to the other side.”

“yeah,” you sigh, “there’s not much to climb in here, though.”

kuroo looks like he’s about to agree with you when his amber eyes light up in sudden realization. he finally turns to meet your gaze and there’s a goofy grin on his face when he does. “what’s that look?”

“you can climb me,” he suggests.

you roll your eyes but a smile graces your lips as you do so. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“i meant that you can get on my shoulders, you perv.” his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into his side, lithe fingers pinching at your midsection. you giggle into his shirt before swatting his hand away.

“that works, too.” you tip your chin up and smile at him. “start from the bottom and work our way up?”

kuroo nods. “you know it.”

getting the quilted skirt down and hanging up ornaments—a mix of store-bought and the ones you and kuroo have made over the years—on the lower half of the tree is an easy task. you didn’t realize how much fun having more blank canvas to work with would be, how silly it would be to playfully argue with kuroo over the placement of ribbon garland and colorful bulbs.

when it’s time to decorate the top, kuroo squats down for you to hop on. you climb atop his shoulders easily and it reminds you of high school when he’d parade you around the court up on his shoulders so that you could see the world from his perspective. as you go between holding kuroo’s head to keep your balance and hooking the ornaments on branches, it becomes clear that, in this ever-changing world, some things do stay the same.

maybe not having a ladder wasn’t so bad.

❆ MIYA ATSUMU

“i don’t think i’ve ever seen someone cut so crooked when they have a built-in guide to follow,” you comment, snickering as you watch atsumu’s scissors run awry on the dotted line of the wrapping paper from the corner of your eye. there’s something funny about seeing someone who’s so capable on the court struggle to follow a dotted line.

“hey!” atsumu tries to cover his not-so-straight edge of wrapping paper from your view. there’s a glint of annoyance in his caramel-colored eyes as he scolds you for paying too much attention to his work. “focus on yer own wrapping, will ya?”

his defensiveness only makes you laugh harder, but you raise your hands in mock surrender before scouring through the bag of bows to find the perfect one to match the snowmen on your paper. a sparkly red one matches the scarves each of the little men are sporting so you pluck it from the bag, peel off the backing, and stick it on the center of your neatly wrapped box.

“that’s one done for me,” you announce as you stand up. your eyes unconsciously make their way back to atsumu’s workspace. he's moved on from cutting and is trying to fold the paper around the box now, but the sheet isn’t as tight as it should be and he’s using way more tape than the job warrants. you’re tempted to poke some more fun at him but you hold back the urge. you don’t want him to quit in the middle of the process. instead, you ask him, “want a cookie?”

he hums and nods, tongue poked out between his lips in concentration. you may give him a hard time, but it’s cute to see him putting in so much effort. you give him a quick kiss on his forehead before venturing off to the kitchen to get each of you a festive treat.

you survey the plate of cookies osamu sent over yesterday to pick out one fitting for atsumu, settling on the reindeer with a bright red nose. it reminds you of how atsumu looks when he’s battling a cold. with a smile, you grab that cookie and one for yourself and make your way back to the living room, nibbling on the treat along the way. atsumu is putting the finishing touches on the gift he’s wrapping.

“all done?” you ask, plopping down beside him. the entire box is covered in paper decorated with snowflakes and he even tied a ribbon around the gift. it isn’t nearly as neat as yours, but you keep your mouth shut so as to not upset the man who’s looking at the gift with a frown.

he pushes the present out of the way in favor of dragging his cookie to the place on the coffee table in front of him. “it looks terrible,” he complains, breaking off the antler of the reindeer and tossing it in his mouth. if he was busy chewing, you’re sure his lips would be stuck out in a pout.

“i think it’s cute,” you try to reassure him.

“it’s not as good as yers,” he sulks.

“but it has the atsumu charm!” you exclaim. the rise of your voice catches astumu’s attention and he turns to you with widened eyes. “people will be lucky to get a gift with so much character!”

to anyone else, your words might be comforting. but atsumu knows you better than that. he grins, hand coming up to pinch your cheek. “yer so full of shit.”

you laugh and swat his hand away. “you got me. it might look like a 10-year-old wrapped it but i need all the help i can get. so, keep at it, big guy.”

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[sunnebeam]

"this is our territory."

A 'PERKS OF BEING A HOUSEHUSBAND' DRABBLE.

pairing: min yoongi x reader

plot: the (mis)adventures of retired gangster min yoongi as he leaves behind the life of the mafia and navigates the way of the househusband.

warnings: the way of the househusband au, marriage au, crack, domesticity, there's only one (1) bastard that can defeat yoongi 😟

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: the fact that my top 2 fics on this blog w the most notes/engagements are both yoongi fics,,,, the power he holds!! 😤 as always, hope yous enjoy this cute drabble and let me know ur thoughts!

You love the weekends.

No work. No stress. No bosses nagging at you to work overtime. No files waiting for you to sort through.

Just you, your poodle, and your husband.

There's absolutely nothing that can ruin your weekend. Nothing except—

"YOU BASTARD!"

You jolt upright from your bed, eyes wide in alarm when you hear your husband's normally calm voice shouting profanities from the other room. Luckily, Holly remains deep in slumber on Yoongi's side of the bed even as you're scrambling to the kitchen.

You almost trip on your own two feet when you see Yoongi on the kitchen floor – shirtless, sweaty, and looking absolutely defeated.

"Yoonie?! What happened?"

He's wearing a pained expression.

"I didn't see him coming."

"Who?!"

"I'm sorry, darling," he says, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I let him get away."

What? Is there a burglar in the apartment?!

"Yoonie, what are you—"

"He's in the living room."

With anxious heartbeats, you and Yoongi head to the living room area. Fortunately, your apartment is tiny enough that every room is next to each other so it only takes a couple of steps for you to near the entryway to the living room. Craning your head, you take a peak to find...

"There he is."

...a cockroach.

Wait—

A cockroach?

You scream, clutching your husband as you hide behind him.

"There are roaches in this building?!" you screech, disgusted when you remember how the landlord conveniently left this little detail when you both first moved in.

"Stay behind me, darling," your husband orders and you look down to see him holding a pest repellent spray in his hand. "I'll handle this."

Your knees quiver when he takes slow steps toward the roach.

"You bastard," he continues, "you think you can just come breaking and entering?"

He's a few steps away.

"This is our territory," he growls as he positions the repellent and his finger hovers over the nozzle. "Die, you bastard!"

He sprays.

Nothing comes out.

"Shit," Yoongi mumbles. "I'm out of ammo."

And then the unthinkable happens.

"Yoonie, it's fucking flying!"

The cockroach flies. Higher. And higher. Then it descends.

"No," you whisper, horrified. "Please, no."

It lands on Yoongi's bare chest.

"Darling," your husband calls out to you, his body frozen but his voice shaky. "I need you to kill it. Even if you get me, too."

"No, no, no. This can't be happening."

You're hysterical.

"You can do it, darling," he assures you, his head jerking to gesture to a spare newspaper laying on the floor. "I know you can."

"But—"

"We have to protect our turf! Do it!"

A tear falls down your cheek. Without any other choice, you take a deep breath before getting the newspaper and folding it in a fan-like pattern.

Once it's all folded, you straighten up. You look your husband in the eye, and all you see is love, pride, and acceptance.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

And with the newspaper in your hand, you scream, swinging your arm back and running towards your husband, before you whip the newspaper forward and slam it on his skin.

You miss.

"I'm sorry, Yoonie," you mumble, head down as you eye the reddening mark on his forehead where you accidentally hit him.

The cockroach is long gone now, having flown out the opened window when you tragically missed it and ended up hitting your husband instead.

"Don't worry about it," he tells you, chuckling.

Yoongi shakes his head at you, endeared. He reaches out a hand and caresses your cheek lovingly.

"You did well, darling."

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[avocado-writing]

Food related prompt with reader making a cake with lots of whipped cream, not letting Aziraphale into the kitchen without serious reason but the angel finds a way to distract her...sorry if it sounds lame lol

BASICALLY, whipped cream sensuality 😅 ❤️

notes: this is what aziraphale deserves. 😌

pairing: aziraphale x gn!reader

rating: M, light smut under cut

You’ve got everything that you need set up. Cake ingredients: check. Strawberries: check. Whipped cream: check. Alright, you’re ready to start baking — you just need to go and grab your phone from where you left it on charge in the living room. 

It’s a short journey from the kitchen, but long enough that you begin to hear a suspicious noise. It’s with dawning horror that you realise you’ve left the cream unguarded. Like a shot you’re back in, and Aziraphale freezes with the nozzle of the squirty cream aimed directly into his mouth. 

“Aziraphale!”

“My dear, I was just —”

You pick up your wooden baking spoon and tap him lightly with it, as close to anger as you can get with your angel. 

“Aziraphale!” Bonk. “Don’t!” Bonk. “Eat my!” Bonk bonk. “Ingredients!” One final bonk, a light one to the tip of his nose. He looks downtrodden and attempts to mollify the situation. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just so… delicious.”

The thing is it’s actually very easy to tempt Aziraphale. Just put something tasty within his reach and he’ll usually go for it, like a wild animal being lured into a trap. Usually you find it endearing. Today you’re a bit annoyed. 

“I know, but I need it. So pass it over and go and do something in the bookshop.”

“Alright. I’m ever so sorry, darling.”

He deflates and obliges, looking a bit like a kicked puppy. You feel a little bit bad for him, you don’t like telling him off (unless it’s in the bedroom, where you very much do like it and more to the point so does he). Won over, as ever, by his charm, you resolve to find a way to rectify the situation. 

🧁

You go back to the little store when you’ve finished baking, have another quick shop, and return home with renewed vigour and a scandalous little idea. 

You don’t let on about it as you continue on about your day, but that night you find him in the bedroom, useless little reading glasses perched on his nose and book in his lap. As you always do when you desire his attention you swing a leg over him and shift yourself into his lap. Aziraphale peeks up, intrigued, and lets you remove his glasses to carefully put aside. 

“I was thinking, it was very unfair to deny you any whipped cream earlier.”

Aziraphale narrows his eyes, as if he’s not sure he trusts this line of conversation, but makes no effort to interrupt. You reach into the side drawer where you stashed it earlier, and pull out a whole fresh can of the stuff. 

Your angel’s eyes open comically wide. 

“Oh.”

“That is, of course, if you’re interested…”

He silences you with a kiss, and you can feel him smiling beneath your mouth. 

“You my dear,” he sighs, blissfully, “will lead me to sin.”

“You don’t sound too worried about it.”

“I don’t think I am.”

He flips you onto your back and you squeal. 

🧁 

When you’re naked - which doesn’t take long - he presses a line of cream from the base of your neck to the bottom of your stomach, and takes his time licking it all off. His tongue makes you gasp and giggle, the strange tickly feeling of it, but it’s worth it to hear the noises of ecstasy he makes. He leisures at the apex of your legs, spreading them wide to allow himself better access, and takes your sex in his sticky mouth. You moan and roll back into the bed, but he clamps an arm down over your hips to keep you exactly where he wants you. 

He’s so clever with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. Able to scrape out every inch of pleasure you can find to give him and then wring you out for even more. When you’ve come from his attention, Aziraphale looks up at you with proof of your release all over his lips, his eyes heavily lidded with lust. 

“You taste better than anything I’ve ever had.”

God when he speaks like that you want him to sin. You want to be the reason he’s led into temptation, because when he follows you there he worships you with his love.

A while later, and when the cream bottle has been emptied and you’re both satisfied, you get to your shaky legs and head to the en-suite, disliking the tacky feeling left on your skin.  Aziraphale watches you lazily, exhausted. 

“Come on angel. You’re the one who got me messy. Now you have to clean me up.”

He groans, and gives in. 

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[pristine-rose]

The Touch Me Show

the audience loves it when another woman comes in your shows

alice’s 700 special cam girl au — dom reader edition !

nsfw . mdni . female ! camgirl ! reader (afab, she/her usage)

sub reader edition . art: solmi’s channel

guests ! raiden ei, yae miko, jean, ganyu, shenhe [separate]

food play, oral (reader giving)

Just as sweet as the desserts she favors, EI took up the food play section of your channel. She was highly sensitive and not to mention carried such a perfect body—and so the sight of a mixture of both food and cum running down her body was a sugary sweetness that had people entranced. Even though she was technically another actress as a guest star for your show, it was so easy to butter her up and get her addicted to you.

“Open wide,” you told her. She listened without hesitation as you pushed a strawberry into her mouth. Things were better when she was such a cooking disaster; she didn’t even need try messing something up when it was already natural to her. Food seemed to end up in all places at once, leaving her body at such a desirably sweet state that shines a certain way against the camera.

She’s a soft, uncontrollable type of moaner. She’s so sensitive, especially when she can feel the drips of strawberry flavored syrup running down her body. “Where should I put this next?” you asked towards the camera, playing around with a can of whipped cream. Chat was going wild suggesting ideas; but of course, there was one common area most people were requesting to see.

“Spread your legs for me,” you told her—unneeded, for your hands moved to part her thighs, anyways. You tipped the nozzle right against her clit, before pressing down and making a little whipped cream swirl on her bud. “Cute, don’t you all think so?”

[Fuck, that’s so hot]

[Okay now eat her out]

[Drip some of the syrup too please!!]

“So creative!” you praised your audience. Ei whined when she felt the syrup drip down her clit with the whipped cream—her aching heat practically melting the two. She shivered when she felt that mixture of sweetness drip down to her entrance, and she nearly screamed at the feeling of your tongue suddenly making contact with her private areas. You licked her up like she was your dessert, a mixture of sugar and her juices on your tongue.

pet play, collar & leash, milk bowl, vibrator, tail anal plug, reader is wearing a skirt

Cute little fox ears, a tight collar with a heart-shaped center, a silk leash—MIKO will drop on all fours and act like the best little fox your streaming sight has ever seen. She’s such a good girl if you butter her up properly, and the audience absolutely loves it when you put Miko at an incredibly horny and feral state, wanting to just get fucked so wildly like the animal she is.

You’ll sit fully clothed on your chair. The silk of her leash is wrapped around your hand, connected right to her neck. The little heart-shaped metal on the collar was pressed so tightly against her skin that some patches were visible red, but she loved the choking feeling of it. She was down on her hands and knees, completely naked and slightly trembling on the cold ground—the camera was angled diagonally behind her, with a full shot of her ass and a view of you just casually sitting. Her tail was plugged cutely into her butt, meanwhile another vibrator shook lightly inside her cunt.

One tug, and she crawled closer. The audience gets to watch from behind as she drops her head down, then begins to lick at a bowl full of milk that’s placed between your feet. Miko’s body is shaking as she she tries to drink it, unknowing of the real treat behind donations.

“Don’t you think she should do a little trick for us?” you spoke so casually to the camera as Miko continued to struggle. “I’ll tell you what; Since I love sharing my pet, the highest donator gets to control the vibrator settings.”

Hundreds of dollars immediately poured in and several pings resounded through chat. But Miko didn’t pay mind once the vibrator practically whirled to life inside her cunt at the highest setting. She tumbled immediately, knocking over the bowl of milk and reaching upwards desperately to grab onto your bare legs for leverage.

“My goodness, you guys are so mean to her!” you whined oh so innocently, as if this wasn’t your idea in the first place. As Miko’s body was shaking with gasps and cries, you roughly secured her chin in your hold, bringing it closer to your own core whilst lifting up your skirt. “Since I’m such a good owner, I’ll ease her just a little.” She cried at your generosity; Miko doesn’t think she can hold back anymore. “Go on, drink me.”

guided masturbation, overstimulation, breaking script

JEAN is so stressed all the time and deserves sooo much relief, but she doesn’t know how to get it. And so, you and your chat are practically experts to her. She’ll sit down on a big office chair, huddled into it so small as the leather presses on her naked body. You stand either behind or next to the camera, reading through chat and zooming the camera on various parts of her body. Two of her fingers were in her mouth as she shyly sucked them, while her other hand was kneading one of her breasts—it was exactly what the audience voted on seeing.

“Voting for the next action ends in 10 seconds!” you told them. And sure enough, the next top rated action was for Jean to finally touch her clit. You smiled, “Jean, sweetie.” Her eyes opened to a completely dazed, half-lidded look to meet your eyes. “Follow my instructions exactly as I say them, okay? You wouldn’t want to disappoint the voters now do you?” She meekly shook her head in panic, not wanting to disappoint you.

“Take your fingers out,” you began to command so sensually, she was probably getting wetter from your vocal instructions alone. “Drag them down for me—right down your chest and stomach.” She looked at you with a whine emitting from her throat, indicating she was too shy to do such a thing. And so you went right in front of her, grabbed her wrist, and trailed it down her body for her—muttering lines of disappointment as she whined from your grip.

You pushed two of her fingers—the ones just in her mouth—right onto the bud of her clit, and her body practically shivered on her seat. “Please…” she quietly begged. “Just touch me, please?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t care about the show anymore,” she desperately shook her head. “I just want you to make me cum hard.” You quickly glanced to the camera that was recording your every movement, before you smiled to yourself, forcibly spreading her legs as she gasped.

Hm. Wouldn’t hurt to go off-script just once.

roleplay, office sex, strap on

GANYU was such a fan favorite, because her submissiveness and shyness really played into people’s fantasies. Not to mention her diplomacy, and now she was just sooo good at playing your slutty little secretary during your shows. She looked so cute in a tight button up and a pencil skirt; And with the camera angled from under the table, the audience was able to see how her thigh garters connected to her undergarments.

“Shh, stay quiet,” you whispered to her, but still enough for the camera to pick up. “You don’t want the whole office to hear you now, do you?” She whined into your hand, which was clamped right over her mouth. She audibly breathed heavily through her nose from the lack of oxygen coming into her mouth. Drool dropped down your hand and your chin—she was writhing as her cunt took in your strap from behind.

Thank heavens for her flexibility as one of her legs was propped upwards, giving more view from underneath as your large strap entered her. She gasped heavily through ragged breaths as your fingers constantly grabbed and squeezed at her thighs, ripping through and poking the stockings she wore.

“Y-Your hands… Please…”

“I said stay quiet.” Yet you still pounded into her relentlessly, practically slamming her forward on the office desk. Her boobs were angled so nicely according to the camera’s location—they peaked through the top of her while collared shirt, both round and bouncing at every single thrust.

You unbuttoned her shirt another level, and her breasts practically burst out from her tight shirt. She cried from the sensitivity; you grabbed one so erotically in your hand while the other bounced wildly now from each thrust. Ganyu put her head down on the table from the intensity of pleasure—and without even meaning to, made her face more visibly fucked-out to the camera. They watched as she cried and drooled on your hand roughly covering her mouth, and even as she came hard on your strap.

virgin kink, overstimulation, slight dumbification, fingering

SHENHE has actually only appeared on your channel once so far, because she said she was curious about your line of work in the camming industry. She was not experienced in sex, and so obviously much less in cam work. So when she expressed great interest in appearing for one of your shows, you realized how fantastic of an opportunity this was to attract more viewers.

“Taking This Cute, Clueless Girl’s First Time! <3” was the rather cute-ish title of the stream, but it was sure to bring people in to watch. You, a big streamer with built-up stamina, deflowering a woman on your show with no experience or knowledge about sex. And Shenhe met such expectations from watchers; she was more than cute. The audience got a treat seeing her confusion as she squirmed from these new, intimate sensations.

“Tell them how it feels,” you prompted, looking right into the camera with a smirk at your audience as your chat was going wild. Shenhe was still clothed—from behind her, both your hands were indecently snaked inside the cloth openings on her hips. One was gripping at her skin; the other was flicking lightly at her clit from under her bodysuit. Shenhe could only manage a few breathy moans from the feeling, and you doubted she’d even be able to answer your command. Her eyes were shut tight, and her head was tilted upwards as her mouth hung open in ecstasy.

Chat was basically begging you to tear her apart. Later in the stream, poor Shenhe was practically crying out from early overstimulation, and both you and your audience found out she cummed a lot. By now, you were both seated on the middle of the bed, her back pressed against your chest, and her bodysuit ripped open at her core. The camera took in all of her, especially the sight of her uncontrollable expressions, and your wet fingers plowing into her. They weren’t even moving that fast, and yet her juices constantly kept spilling out as you slid your fingers.

You’ll take care of her soon—a little reward for being such a good girl on her first time with your audience.

[swampstew]

KillerCook Chapter 11

Welcome to Raven’s Reading Nook - a small corner of this blog dedicated to cozy story times. Join us in the family room as we sit around and browse our phones, and eat some Girl Scout cookies as we begin tonight’s story. Rated Mature for language. Minors DNI

*Phone app notification goes ping*

TikTok – KillerCook has uploaded a new video. Check it out!

Title: HACKED Description: This ain’t your regularly scheduled programming punks!5 minute video. The thumbnail is a shadowed figure with a menacing looking ‘X’ mark over the body.

*Press Play?*

The video began with what appeared to be a hostage situation.

KillerCook was tied to a chair with rope and chains, a blindfold over his helmet and duct tape adhered to most of his face holes.

“Uhh, this isn’t what it looks like,” Killer was able to voice out from behind the bondage.

“No, it’s exactly what it looks like,” barked Kid as he stepped into the frame. “This effin idiot was gonna make content on HIS birthday. Not in my house. Today is technically Killer’s birthday but we’re kidnapping – shut the hell up – him so he can actually let his hair down for once in his life.”

Heat stepped into the frame on Killer’s opposite side, “Originally, we were gonna take over the channel and cook for him. BUT, Kid had a light-bulb moment and we developed a scheme to treat the birthday man. You all will be seeing this next week, but rest assured, we’ve got it covered. Wish Killer a happy birthday in the comments and he’ll read them all when we come back!”

Wire came from behind the camera shaking a can of whipped cream, stepping menacingly towards Killer. Aiming the nozzle into one of the helmet holes, he pressed down on the can until Killer began thrashing, white whipped cream oozed from behind the taped holes. “THIS IS FOR THROWING FOOD AT ME ALL YEAR!”

The video transitioned to a blue and white screen with a traditional birthday melody laid over it.

A slideshow of videos and still-shot frames from Killer’s birthday kidnapping started playing.

Killer’s hostage-wear stayed on as the crew drove to the marina, where a punk-looking yacht was moored. The bow of the ship was adorned with a skeletal body, and there were blue and red flames painted to the sides of the hull. Black cursive spelled out the beauty’s name – Victoria Punk.

“The bag over the helmet is really pointless, I know where we are,” Killer’s muffled complaint went ignored as he was marched up the boarding plank.

About 30 pictures went by with various crew members and friends posing with hostage Killer; one photo had him wearing a beer helmet over the bag over his helmet, the straws tucked underneath all the materials to give Killer some libation.

Finally liberated, Killer – dressed down into swim trunks and his helmet – took a running leap off the yacht to cannonball into the sea. As he resurfaced, the rest of the crew cannonballed after him, created a wave of water to shower down on him and the camera, which promptly died.

_______________________

Kid’s pissed-off scowl came into focus as he adjusted the new camera perspective, “{Redacted} idiots killed my phone instead of using the {redacted} GoPro.”

The next clip showed Killer relaxing with a beer bottle in hand, laying against a giant pizza slice pool float as people drifted by him, playing in the water. All was calm until Quincy, Bubblegum, and Heat swam underneath the float and flipped it over. When Killer broke the surface, the laughter tripled as his hair was plastered all over his helmet and chest, but his beer-bottle was still in one of the face holes.

“There’s sea water in my beer,” he said flatly.

A new clip had a heavy metal anthem roaring in the background as the yacht was sailing at high speed on the open ocean. Killer was standing on the bow, holding a Scottish flag, and thrashing his hair to the music.

More photos of the crew and Killer celebrating his birthday with drinking games, strength competitions, and gorging on fresh seafood flooded the TikTok video. Amongst the main crew and personal friends, there were also members of the Straw Hat crew, and even some ‘frenemy’ rivals that had been spoken of but not ever invited on to the KillerCook channel before. By the time the lighting in the photos grew darker, Killer’s helmet had been exchanged for a face mask and his cerulean eyes were noticeably glossy.

“Hap-hic-happy birthday, Kill, -hic- the best-{redacted}-friend a punk could-hic ask for,” slurred Kid as he gripped Killer’s shoulder. Both men swayed as a cake was brought out to the main deck. Sunset had long passed, the yacht was brightly lit up with swarms of bulbs on strings that hung tastefully along the walls and railings.

Everyone began to sing the birthday song and Killer might have shed a tear, shoving a palm roughly to his face.

“{Redacted}-A, I don’t even know what to say,” Killer drawled out. “All I was going to do was make a small cake and smoke my pipe. You {redacted} are so good to me. Well, not all of you, but I like most of yah. Some I don’t know how you got invited, seriously. But I’m glad you’re here celebrating anyways. I don’t have a wish to make, truly. I’ve got everything, everyone. So thanks. Alright I’m not going to get mushy on all you freeloaders!” Killer ripped off his face mask.

With deep-purple stained lips, Killer’s gorgeous smile shined brightly as he took a gulp of air and blew out the sparkler-flame candles. The party participants roared in celebration at the same time an airhorn started blowing off-screen.

The camera quickly panned to the culprit of the sound. A modest sized cruise ship with a flag waving proudly on the masts pulled up portside. On the side of the hull it’s name was proudly presented: The Baratie. The camera’s change in perspective did not allow for viewers to see who let out the strangled, high-pitched scream of excitement.

Sanji was clutching Killer’s soldiers and babbling incoherently before jumping into the water, swimming towards the restaurant ship.

Hands covering his face, Killer sobbed out, “I’m so fucking happy!! LET’S EAT!!!!”

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

God Killer Cat- The Man with Khakis

-Ever since you came to Valhalla, you had met so many new beings, most of them weirdos, but you felt like you belonged with them, as you were the biggest weirdo of all, being a literal intelligent void.

-The gods were very respectful to you, following your orders, not wanting to upset you, while the humans were a bit more laid back, some treating you like a normal cat, but you didn’t mind, mainly because you got ear scratches and the meaning of your life, whipped cream!

-It was a quiet day when you noticed Goll sneaking around with a strange human, wearing shorts, sneaking around like they were trying to sneak up on you.

-You remembered seeing something similar, recalling Odin chasing Loki in a video with this man with the shorts.

-You curled up, looking curious, but remaining still as Goll and Steve approached, Steve kneeling down, “G’day! Over there is the strongest creature in the universe, Y/N! Such a beauty!”

-Your tail flicked, finding yourself as the subject of the next episode of their series, amusement on your face, something Goll could see, as you were relaxed as Steve talked about your deep black coloring and piercing eyes, praising your looks and your power.

-Steve then held up a can of whipped cream, “I’m gonna see if I can feed Y/N!” You immediately shot up in your chair, holding your paws out, “Whipped cream!!”

-Goll tried to stifle her giggles while Steve was trying not to laugh as well, “Look at Y/N go! They must really like whipped cream!”

-He held the nozzle towards you and you were quick to put it in your mouth, letting your mouth get filled with whipped cream. The video quickly dissolved into laughter as whipped cream came out of the sides of your mouth and your unnaturally long tongue came out, licking around your whole head to get any cream you missed.

-You sat on Steve’s lap, content with this strange man with a funny accent, watching his past videos with Goll, the three of you enjoying the moment of quiet.

[rachalixie]

Hey! I wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE your blog 💞

I wanted to request something for Seungmin since I don’t see many people writing about him 🥹

I was wondering if you could write some fluffy fluff for him? It’s ok if you don’t want to 💞

I hope you have a great day/night! 💗💗

a/n: here’s some seungmin fluff cooked up nice and fresh for you!! i hope you like it. i did. it made me smile while writing it

cereal

you wake up first, cracking your eyes open as the sun peeks through the blinds. you’re facing him, his hair is a brown halo around his head where it spreads on his pillow and his mouth is open as soft breaths escape as he sleeps. he’s laying in his back, one hand laid on the bed between you two, palm up as if he was waiting for yours to join it in his sleep. you’re still watching him when his eyes blink open, wandering around the room for a moment before they lock onto yours. his mouth stretches into a wide smile, braces on full display, his face open and vulnerable in a way he rarely lets others see.

“good morning,” you say softly, leaning in for a soft kiss but gasping as he suddenly pounces on you, digging his head into your neck and pressing light kisses to your collarbone. he’s making ridiculous barking noises and nuzzling his nose into your jaw and you giggle at the tickling sensation before pushing him off. how is he such a morning person? you can’t move for several minutes after you wake up and here he is, full of energy mere seconds after blinking awake.

“breakfast?” he asks from where he landed, sprawled across his side of the bed, still grinning toothily. his hair is messier than before and he’s slightly out of breath, he looks adorable. you nod, smiling in a way that’s half fond and half exasperated. his favorite smile on you, he’s told you many times before.

he pulls on a hoodie before hauling you up out of bed, steadying you as you teeter a bit when the blood rushes through your body. you clutch a hand into the back of his oversized hoodie as he leads you to the kitchen, pausing to pull the waffle maker out of his dusty hiding place before depositing you by the kitchen counter. you hop up to sit and watch him as he meticulously measures out the ingredients for waffle batter, making two batches: blueberries for him, and chocolate chips for you. he shoots you a look while the first waffle is cooking, hands on his hips.

“and while i’m slaving away making sure we don’t starve to death, what are you doing?” know he’s joking, he never minds being the one to cook meals, especially since you insist on cleaning up afterwards if he does. you take the bait this time though, feeling a little playful and a bit vengeful from his antics earlier. you hop off the counter and reach into the fridge for the can of whipped cream.

“i’m on topping duty,” you announce, popping the lid open and spraying some directly into your mouth. you revel in the cold cream, letting the subtle sweetness sink into your tastebuds. you look at him with a wink before swiftly placing the nozzle near his nose and spraying a small dollop right on the tip. he gasps in shock, looking cross-eyed at his nose while trying to reach the cream with his tongue. you swear, you will never get over how puppy-like he is without even trying.

when his endeavor to get the whipped cream off fails, he pouts cutely for a moment before you can almost see a lightbulb turn on on top of his head as his lips form into a smirk instead. he stalks closer to you, making you back up until your back hits the counter. you hide the can behind your back, not trusting him for a second.

“you never got your good morning kiss,” he says slyly, leaning in until your faces were centimeters from each other. so that’s his plan, you think. you make a swift turn to the right, thinking you’ve outsmarted him, but he surprises you by helping you turn all the way to grab the can from your hand with one hand and pin you backwards to his chest with the other. he places the can to your neck like a sword, and you have to hold back laughs from how absurd this situation is.

“any last words?” he says, comically serious, and this time you can’t control the giggles that you let out. you can hear his knuckle creak as he bends it towards the nozzle and-

the fire alarm goes off.

both of you then towards the sound to see black smoke billowing around the waffle maker.

“my waffles!” he cries, making a sad picture with whipped cream still on his face as he fans the smoke away and unplugs the device.

“so,” you say once the alarm silences. “cereal?”

soft hours

[starsofmilos]

The Five Times (Adrian Chase x reader)

Synopsis: The five different times Adrian proved he wasn’t like your toxic ex.

So I’m in need of some fluff and smidge of angst and this came to me last night and I immediately whipped out my laptop and got to work! I hope y’al like this and these are experiences of mine. I know not everyone is the same, but this kinda my coping mechanism. 

Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of past emotional abuse, mentions of trauma, mentions of toxic relationship, angst, fluff, mentions of sex, mentions of pressuring to have sex, insecurities and mentions of weight gain

Adrian Chase was deeply in love with you.

He always made sure to say it at least once a day and he always made sure to prove it in anyways he could. 

But there were five times you could pinpoint that he truly made you feel loved. Even though he didn’t directly say it those times. 

Number One

The relationship was still new at this point. Adrian came over to spend the night as he had been doing for about a good month now. 

You hummed as you brushed your hair gently trying to look as presentable as possible before Adrian showed up. Even though at the moment you’d rather do anything than do your makeup.

Groaning a bit, you grabbed your washcloth wiping your face. Would Adrian even care if you had make up on? 

‘I’d expect for you to put effort in your looks if you really want me to stay!’

Your ex’s words played out in your head as you grabbed your foundation pad. Adrian would care. Most guys do.

“Hello my love!!” You jumped hearing his voice ring through. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you tensed up once he walked in the room.

“There you are!” He approached you tilting your head back. You pouted a bit as he kissed your lips. Adrian hummed in content turning your chair around so your could face him.

“What are you doing? Why you putting on makeup? Did we have a date tonight?! I’m so sorry! Did I forget?! Oh shit! I didn’t bring nice clothing unless you count these stupid jeans here!”

“No! No!” You laughed a bit, “I was just putting it on so you didn’t have to see my stupid ugly face all natural.”

“Oh..wait! Your face is not stupid or ugly! Your face is very pretty!” He kissed you pulling you away from your makeup. 

“But I need to put it on-”

“Why though? It’s not like we’re going anywhere plus in all the time we’ve been spending together I noticed you get irritated having to remove it every night so come on! We have some cuddling to catch up on!” 

“You don’t like when I put on makeup?”

“No I do. I love your face with or without though and I can kinda tell you didn’t wanna put it on.”

“How could you tell that?”

“For one you were pouting and you usually never hesitate to do something unless you really don’t wanna do it.” You smiled a bit as he grabbed your face.

“Besides you look so beautiful right now and I just wanna lay down and watch some cartoons with you.”

“Can I put pajamas on?”

“We’ll put pajamas on together...Hey real quick though why did you think I’d care if you had make up on?”

“Well...to be honest my ex kinda did..had to make sure I looked presentable at all times so he could stay..glad he didn’t though you came along..”

“Yeah he sounds like a douche nozzle. I’m glad he left so I can show you that I don’t care how you look. You’re not getting rid of me at all. I mean at all. I just wanna make sure you are comfortable. If you wanted to never wear make up again I’d still be here.”

“Do you really mean that?..”

“Yeah. You are beautiful with or without make up and you should only put it on only when you want not because you think you need to please me. Now can we please watch the scooby doo live action movies and wear pajamas. I’ll order a pizza.”

You couldn’t possibly be more in love with him.

Number Two

It was going to be a great night. 

You friends birthday was today and she invited all of you for a small party at her place. Thing was she planned it last minute.

Fidgeting a bit, you cautiously approached Adrian as he washed the dishes. “Hey honey...whatcha doin?”

“I’m washing the dishes.” He laughed a bit turning around.

“You look nice...and smell nice..”

“Yeah..I was wondering if it’s okay with you my friend is having a last minute hang out for her birthday and I wanted to know if I could go? I promise to make it up to you! I’ll figure out a ride home in case I decide to drink! I-I just would really like to go-”

“Hey hey! Calm down! Of course you can go dude.”

“Really?”

“Yeah why would I say no? Go out with your friends have a good time.”

“Okay..” You smiled at him giving him a small kiss. “Do I look okay?”

“You kidding me? You look incredible. Also about what was said before if you need anything and I mean anything please call me. Be safe.”

“Thank you Adrian! I promise I’ll make it up to you-”

“You have nothing to make up to me buttercup. You also don’t have to ask for my permission to go out either you know that right?”

“Really?”

“Yes really. All you gotta do is let me know that you’re gonna go out with some friends. I’ll say that’s cool just keep me updated so I know you’re safe and to please send me your location. It’s like when I go on patrols.”

“Oh..I never thought of it that way..You sure you’re not upset with me?”

“I promise you I’m not. Now you should start heading out. Message me when you get there so I know you’re safe and call me if you do end up needing a ride.”

“Okay thanks Adrian! I’m gonna finish getting ready!” You cheered a bit running to the room. 

Adrian made a small promise afterwards to always make sure you felt reassured and safe enough to not feel the need to ask him for permission for simple things.

Number Three

It was your one year anniversary. Adrian had officially moved into your home and you had wanted tonight to be special.

So you ordered pizza and rented out his favorite movies for the night. Adrian was already home as you walked in carrying the pizza. 

“I’m home!”

“Oh hey!! I’m in the shower. Give me a minute and I’ll be out!” 

“Okay!!” You sighed a bit getting dressed in more comfy clothes looking around once you heard a small chirp.

It was Adrian’s phone.

Grabbing it, you tensed up once realizing what you were doing. Quickly dropping his phone you backed away from it feeling scathed and guilt rise in your throat.

Why did you grab his phone and look at his messages? Adrian is gonna be so mad. They always are.

It was their business not yours.

“Y/N! You okay? You’re being kinda quiet!”

“Oh sorry!” You nervously replied. Hands fidgeting against your will, you groaned a bit knowing you needed to tell him.

“Adrian!”

“Yeah?!” Adrian peaked out behind the curtain seeing you enter the room.

“Your phone buzzed. You got a message. I’m sorry I touched it-”

“Oh! What did it say? Who is it from?!” 

“What?...”

“My phone? Who messaged?” You tensed up thinking the worse. Was he testing you? Was he was just waiting for you to do it to yell?

“Y/N? You okay? You look pale?” Adrian grew concerned turning the water off to step out.

Adrian would never do that.

“It’s Emilia she said your guys mission was moved to this Friday instead of next week.” You read off his phone quickly and anxiously.

Adrian hummed, “Oh okay can you respond back to her for me?”

“What?”

“I’m gonna dry up and change can you please respond back to her?” Adrian shot you a questioning smile.

“What would you like me to say to her?”

“Just type okay for me! Add a mermaid emoji!” Adrian approached you quirking an eyebrow as you tensed up. “Y/N?..You okay?”

“I’m sorry I touched your phone. I know it’s your business. I already let Emilia know, but if you’re gonna yell at me can you do it now so we could get it over with..”

“Woah woah! Yell at you? Why would I do that?” Adrian laughed a bit shaking his head. He planted a wet kiss on your cheek grabbing his shirt off the bed to begin dressing.

“Because I touched your phone?..”

“So what you touched my phone? Big deal. You’re allowed to do that Y/N. You can go through my phone anytime you want.” Adrian booped your nose walking around you to grab his sweat pants.

“I can...” He turned around seeing the uncertain small look on your face.

“Yeah honey you can..Are you okay?” You nodded looking away. Adrian shook his head grabbing your face to stare at you.

“What’s going on in that pretty brain of yours?” Adrian hummed waiting for your response.

“My ex..almost all of them would get angry if I so much as placed their phone somewhere else, but you just let me message someone and said I can go through it anytime I want.”

“Yeah you can..God I hate that piece of shit you dated. Look I have absolutely nothing to hide from you. Go through my phone anytime you want.” Adrian placed a small kiss on your pouting lips.

“You smell good.” You smiled as he pulled away.

“Thanks it’s your shampoo.” He grinned pulling you away. “Now let’s go relax.”

Number four

“Shit..” You groaned out feeling Adrian move his lips down your neck. 

Adrian moaned out grinding down onto you as he fiddled with your pant buttons. He kissed you once you grabbed his face whispering his name softly.

“Adrian..” 

Adrian glanced at your face for a small moment taking you in. His hands roamed along your sides sliding them under your shirt. “Yes honey..”

“I love this a lot, but I’m not really in the mood..” Adrian stopped his movements freezing on the spot.

“I’m sorry. I probably should’ve mentioned it earlier, but I just really wanted kisses and cuddles..”

“Oh..”

“Yeah..please don’t be upset! I’ll make it up to you! Or maybe if we can keep going I can get in the mood-” Adrian shook his head kissing you quickly to shut you up.

“You have nothing to make up for and we are not continuing if you’re not up for it.”

“But I’m your girlfriend. I know sex is kinda a big deal and I don’t want you to think I’m stuck up. Or think that I’m not interested in you. I’m your girlfriend I know I should be willing whenever.”

“You are not stuck up and I know this doesn’t mean you’re not interested in me. You’re allowed to not be in the mood” Adrian shook his head kissing your forehead. 

“Okay I’m sorry Adrian..”

“You have nothing to be sorry about..Who said anyways that you always have to be ready for sex!” Adrian tried to joke but grew quiet seeing your eyes grow watery.

His eyes darkened once he realized.

“I will never and I mean never pressure or force you to do anything you do not want. If you are not in the mood for sex, then we don’t have sex. Instead we cuddle and kiss just like you wanted.”

“But-”

“No more buts. You are my girlfriend and my equal half. I give you the respect you give me. My heart is yours. I think it’s always been yours and it breaks my heart when you think that I wouldn’t treat you in a way you deserve to be treated.” 

You felt a couple of tears fall down your face as you jumped up throwing your arms around Adrian. He smiled kissing you gently as you thanked him. 

“You deserve to be treated good and I promise I will always be the one to spoil you and be the one care for you.”

Number five

You groaned throwing down your clothes frustrated at the fact that what was once a cute pair of jeans now were a unwearable cute pair of jeans.

Your favorite pair couldn’t even make you feel better. Nothing felt right. 

“Fuck me!”

“Don’t mind if I do!” You screamed a bit throwing a nearby pillow to the door where Adrian stood.

“Nice..you do that to all the intruders or am I your loving boyfriend just lucky?”

“You’re the lucky one.” You smiled sheepishly as you turned back to face the mirror.

“I look gross...” You sighed dejectedly as Adrian approached wrapping his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder. 

“You’re not gross? You look just as beautiful as ever.”

“No..I just look bad..”

You gave Adrian a small pointed look. Adrian smiled running his hand down your sides. “You look great..”

“But my body feels bloated and I look weird and I gained some weight!

Adrian groaned, “There’s always a but with you! Most of the time they don’t even make sense! Who cares if you gained weight? Or if you’re bloated! I can reassure that you do not look weird.” 

“Don’t you care if I gained weight?”

“Fuck no! You kidding me!” Adrian groped your ass grinning as you jumped. “I love your body. I love it so much! I could care less if you gained weight or if you’re bloated. As long as you’re healthy and happy I do not care!” 

He lifted you up tossing you on the bed. “You say that now-”

“And I mean that now. Look Y/N I love you. I’m so fucking crazy about you that I don’t even understand it myself. I love you very much..”

“I know you do..I just worry sometimes I wanna be enough for you-”

“No shut up. In the nicest way possible shut up. You are way too good for me.”

“No I’m not-”

“Yes. Yes you are. You are so much better than me. You say you wanna be sure you’re good enough for me? Y/N I kill people for fun and fight aliens on a daily basis. I am a fucking busboy and nerd who still plays dnd but alone so no one judges me. You are way more than enough for me. You are everything.”

“I’m everything for you?..”

“Yes. Look you are my first love and the very first person I have ever said I love you too. I know you don’t have the best experiences with past relationships, but I am not those guys.”

“I know you aren’t..I’m sorry Adrian-”

“You have nothing to apologize for. Now let me finish.” He jabbed your sides causing you giggle. 

“I know I’m not your first I love you like you are mine. I know I’m not the first person you’ve ever caught feelings for again like you are mine.”

You laughed a bit as he kissed your cheek blowing a raspberry giving you a look of what you could only describe as adoration.  

“What I do know is that I would love and would do anything to be the last person you say I love you too. The last person to keep you happy, safe and loved. I know I don’t say it often enough, but I love you.”

“I love you too and believe me..you are and will be the last person I say I love you too..”

“Good...now get dressed and let’s go out for some of your favorite.”

“I hate you for being so good Adrian..”

“Well that kinda stings.”

“Shut up and kiss me dork.” He rolled his eyes kissing you softly.

“Since you insists..I mean it though if you ever feel insecure or you need me to reassure you then I will always be more than happy to do so.” You nodded grasping his face.

“Hey just to clarify..You’re my everything too..”

“Good..I will never let you go.”

There were five times that Adrian proved that he loved you. 

You have to say the fifth one and the day you got married were your favorites..

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content, fingering, oral f receiving, unprotected sex (reader on pill), cream pie,

Words: 2513

Kinktober: Food Play for @pumkinspice28

Ao3 link Masterlist

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It’s been a little while since you and Steve were able to have some time for yourselves. After Starcourt blew up and Billy’s passing, things in town just didn’t seem like they wanted to calm down. Well, okay, that’s not entirely true. In the sense of Upside Down fuckery, things were calm. But when you find yourself best friends with a bunch of thirteen year olds who always want to do something and look up to you for companionship, you and your boyfriend become very busy very quickly. 

The saving grace, surprisingly, was Nancy. Offering that she and Robin take the kids out and do something together, giving you and Steve some much needed alone time. You were shocked because despite the girl dating Jonathan, you could’ve sworn she still harbored feelings for Steve. Not that you could really blame her if she did. Steve is an amazing boyfriend, not to mention very pleasing to look at. 

Pulling up to your shared apartment with Steve after closing up Family Video, you were very excited to finally spend some time with him. What you weren’t expecting was to walk through the front door and see your boyfriend in the kitchen. He’d made you guys dinner and it smelled delicious. Your mouth started to water the second you crossed the threshold and kicked off your shoes. 

“It smells amazing, Stevie,” you smile, tossing your bag and vest on the couch, leaving you in a low cut top. “What’d you make?” You ask, coming up behind your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his middle while he stirs what looks like a dark gravy or some sort of sauce in a pot. 

Setting the wooden spoon down, he turns in your hold, stroking his fingers along the small of your back. “Pot roast, veggies, and mashed potatoes. Everything is staying warm in the oven while I finish up the gravy.” Steve kisses your nose, “did you have a good shift?” 

You sign into his contact, “yeah, it wasn’t too bad, actually. Robin let me go a little early that way the kids didn’t see me before I left. I still can’t believe we get a whole night to ourselves.”

Steve smiles brightly, excitement sparkling in his eyes. “Me either, I’m honestly surprised Dustin hasn’t called in annoyance yet. Let me finish this and then we can eat,” your boyfriend leans in, sealing your mouths together though you can’t stop smiling. 

You’re far too excited as well but you set up the table so he can finish up. 

Dinner, unsurprisingly, was amazing. Steve has always been a fantastic cook and it shows that he enjoys doing it too. “I hope you saved room for dessert,” he says, placing the dishes in the sink. 

“Dessert?” You perk up, ever present sweet tooth all too happy. With a grin, Steve nods towards the fridge. Moving any faster and your socks would have made you slip on your way. Yanking open the door, you can’t contain your squeal. Finding chocolate covered strawberries, whipped cream, cherries, and chocolate sauce. You yank out the can of whipped cream in excitement. 

Coming up behind you, Steve shakes a container of sprinkles, “there’s ice cream in the freezer too.” 

You giggle and turn around, “all we need is your sailor uniform and you’re good to go, huh? Gonna make me a sundae?” 

Steve’s eyes drag along your body, “I can do that.” 

A blush burns your cheeks, unsure why the response caused the reaction in the first place. “I-I’ll get the scoop and some bowls,” you stammer, nervous under the intense gaze of his brown eyes. Busying yourself with the task, Steve takes all of the other items and places them on the counter beside you. While he opens everything else, you pop the cap off the whipped cream. Not wanting to wait, you hover the nozzle over your mouth and press down. Giggling when a little too much comes out, dripping down the corner of your mouth as you try to catch all of it. 

Steve’s thumb quickly swipes it away, watching you with glazed eyes, he brings the digit to his mouth, sucking it clean. Good god. That’s something to fucking see. “Fuck the bowls,” Steve says, “who needs one when I have something as sweet as you?” 

You choke. Trying your very best to make sure that whipped cream doesn’t make its way into your lungs from his words. Or out of your nose for that matter. “What?” You embarrassingly squeak. 

Flipping open the top of the chocolate sauce, you can only watch as Steve turns the bottle, dripping some over the crook of your neck. Your boyfriend hums to himself, leaning in to lick and suck the treat from your skin. A deep moan pushes past your lips, Steve biting the flesh. “Yeah, I like that idea a lot better,” he groans, lifting you up effortlessly and laying you down on the now clean dining room table. 

“S-Steve,” you pant your breaths at the hungry look in your boyfriend’s eyes. 

“Yes, princess?” He asks, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. 

You’re incredibly turned on and all he’s done is said some choice words and licked your neck. Okay, so maybe it’s been a little while since the two of you had a chance to have sex too. Adding in the food is a first though. But you’re so ready. “Nothing,” you reply, lifting up to yank your shirt over your head, eager to be his plate. 

His hands roam every inch of your exposed body. Arching your back, allowing him to unclasp your bra and toss it who cares where. Peppering kisses down your torso, Steve curls his fingers in your lacy panties, removing those too. Now fully exposed to your boyfriend, you can’t help but notice the lack of nakedness from him. You catch the hem of his shirt when he tries to move away, a whine of protest crawling from your throat. 

“Sorry, angel,” Steve chuckles, reaching behind himself to pull his shirt off. Your eyes dilate at the tan skin covered in chest hair. Not something you ever thought you’d be into, but on Steve it’s fucking intoxicating. “Now,” he leans over your face, “be my good girl and sit still for me. I’m starving,” Steve all but growls, slamming his mouth to yours. 

His tongue pushes past your lips and you moan into the kiss, carding your fingers through his locks. You love being the only one who’s allowed to mess up Steve’s perfect hair. It fills you with more pride than it should. 

But all too soon, Steve pulls away, going to get the ingredients from the counter and place them beside you on the table. Shaking the canister of whipped cream, smiling he outlines your nipples with the treat. After putting some above your aching pussy- because actually on it would be fun for no one- Steve points the nozzle at your mouth. Gratefully, you open your mouth, flavor bursting on your tongue. 

All you can do is watch in awe as Steve makes you eat your words. Literally making you a sundae. He’s far more generous with the chocolate sauce than he was with the cream. Doing zigzags literally everywhere. Neatly over the whipped cream he left and then on your thighs and stomach. The more you watch him put on your body, the wetter you get. So badly needing him to trace the lines with his tongue already. Just like the cream, once satisfied, Steve offers you some. This time, when the chocolate hits your tongue, so does Steve’s. Swirling along yours for the most delicious taste you’ve ever had. 

Your chest heaves, despite your efforts to stay still. You’d hate to ruin his masterpiece. Steve regards you as nothing less either. Little noises of approval at the designs he places along your skin. Shaking some sprinkles, you giggle when he tosses the closed container over his shoulder. Always one to throw humor into anything to make sure you’re at ease and enjoying yourself. Your pupils dilate further, watching his long fingers dig into the jar of cherries to put one on either nipple. You squirm, your cunt undoubtedly dripping onto the table. You want his fingers inside you so fucking badly. 

Something Steve must realize, because after giving you a cherry, he sucks his fingers clean, reaching down to rub them along your folds. His eyes darken, “you’re so fucking wet, princess.” Steve’s lips curl into a devilish grin, “such a dirty girl,” he chuckles darkly at the loud moan from your lips when he thrusts two fingers inside you deep. “Stay still,” your boyfriend chastises, “don’t ruin my work before I’ve finished it.” 

Like that’s the easiest thing to do when he pumps his fingers so deliciously. The sweetness on your tongue and the look in his eyes pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Warmth pools in your stomach and your limbs lock up, moaning wantonly, “Steve. Steve, please.” 

“Are you gonna cum?” He whispers in your ear and you whine. “Good. Cum, sweet girl,” Steve rushes back, thrusting his fingers faster until you explode. Trembling, you scream through your orgasm, soaking his fingers. Steve’s tongue laps up your juices, pulling his fingers out to clean you up. “Fuck, you always taste so fucking good.” Steve kisses your thigh, licking up some of the chocolate sauce, “almost done, promise.” His brown eyes flick up to your hooded gaze, “I need to be inside you so bad, princess.” 

His words alone make you moan. You’re a mess and you want his cock inside you too. Really fucking badly. Probably worse than him with one orgasm under your belt and laying out in the open like this. It’s almost a tease as much as it is fun. Your eyes widen, Steve coming up to eat the treats he’d made of your nipples. You moan when his tongue reaches the sensitive bud, swirling and sucking until they’re both clean. Eyes rolling back, you try not to squirm as he cleans the chocolate sauce from your torso. 

“Steve,” you gasp, reaching up to try and pull him closer. 

But your boyfriend backs off, “one last thing,” he says, grabbing a spoon and opening the chocolate ice cream. Confused, you cock your head as he puts a spoonful in his mouth and sets the container aside. Steve winks at you. 

Why the fuck did he wink at- “shit,” you gasp, goosebumps pebbling your flesh. Your boyfriend trails the ice cream down your stomach towards the mound of whipped cream above your pussy. It’s so fucking cold. So why does it feel so good? Steve makes quick work of cleaning you off. 

His brown eyes are intense and glassy, watching you as he trails his tongue along the ice cream. Holy shit. Compared to the coldness of the ice cream, Steve’s tongue is that much hotter. Scorching your skin as he cleans the mess he’d created. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem able to keep stopping anymore. Once your torso is slick with his spit rather than dessert, your boyfriend keeps moving down. You hear his pants unbuckle and clank against the tile floor. But the majority of your focus is on his tongue. 

Dipping inside your folds, making you moan wildly, he toys with you. Steve has always loved eating you out. Doing it after literally eating off of you seems all the more fun to him. You can’t fucking breathe. His tongue swirls along your clit deliciously. Perfectly. One hand spreads your thighs apart, smearing chocolate sauce everywhere, the other slides back into your throbbing pussy. Your walls clench around the digits, hips grinding against his face while Steve moans with you. He always said your pleasure gets him off. His mouth and fingers play your body like a piano, expertly calling forth another orgasm. 

You shake through it, crying out and throwing your head back. 

Steve yanks his fingers out and you hiss at the abruptness of the action. Barely even getting the split second to really feel the loss, your boyfriend slams himself inside of you. A loud moan rips from your throat, hands coming up to dig your nails into his biceps. Fingers are one thing, Steve’s cock being so deep in your pussy so fast leaves you tingly all over. Pleasure coursing through your body faster than blood. He grins at you with the smallest hint of teeth as he slowly drags himself back.

“God,” you groan, head thumping against the table. You can’t handle seeing it on top of feeling it. Too much. Way too much. But it’s also really fucking good. Because Steve keeps his torturous, slow pace, raising your heartbeat higher and higher. 

“Come on, angel,” Steve coos deeply, “look at me.” With a small whimper, you do as you're told, met with dark eyes, almost black, and his muscles twitching from holding himself up. “That’s my girl,” he praises, the only hint you get before he thrusts faster. Harder than before. Hitting that sweet spot until your toes curl. “So pretty. Squeeze me, sweetheart, come on.”

You babble incoherent words, probably his name. Not that you have any fucking clue if that’s true or not. So much pleasure wracks your frame, you tremble, orgasm coiling tightly in your gut. All the while those damn brown eyes stare into you, full of love and absolute bliss. The sight of him enjoying your body as much as you enjoy his is what does it for you. Your walls flutter, unable to clench around him any longer as you cum again. You’ve lost count now to be perfectly honest. 

That’s quite okay with you. 

Steve moans deep in his chest, watching you fall apart while literally balls deep always gets to him. “Gonna fill you up now angel,” your boyfriend’s thrusts get sloppy, but not even remotely softer. His face pinches, thrusting deep inside before you feel the warmth of his release filling you up. 

God, you love the way that feels. One day you’ll get off the pill and give him his band of Harringtons. But for now, you’ll close your eyes in bliss at the way his cum feels inside your pussy. 

Carefully, Steve pulls out and drops a finger between your legs, “so messy. I think you should clean yourself up,” Steve says, running it up your folds, humming to himself, before bringing the white coated digit to your face. Eyes half focused and heavy, a smile pulls at your lips and you open wide. You groan with glee at the taste, sucking his finger clean. “Always my good girl, huh?” 

You nod happily, wrapping your arms around Steve to pull him close, “I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you, too,” he taps your nose with a soft smile. “Let’s get you up and into the bath.” You hold on tighter, knowing he’ll carry you there himself. Steve is the master of cuddles and loving touches and you’re more than looking forward to it.

[blondedmuse]

MARASCHINO BABY

robin buckley x fem!reader

making milkshakes with robin doesn't exactly go as planned.

warnings: kissing, innuendos?, fluff

author’s note:

word count: 1k

Robin was at your door with messy hair, three tubs of ice cream, and a gigantic smile on her face.

You furrowed your brows. "Does your job just give you those for free?"

You furrowed your brows. "Does your job just give you those for free?"

"Yes...but they don't know that," She giggled.

"Right...Uh, I'm still in my swimsuit." You told her. You were a lifeguard at the community pool and Robin knew that your shifts ended the at the same time, so she decided to come see you after her shift at Scoops was over. She knew how much you hated your job and how much longer your shifts were so she thought you deserved nothing more but love (and something sweet) after work.

"Oh, I don't care you look hot! I mean unless you want to change..or don't! It's up to you, really," She said and before you could help it, you let out a laugh.

"You're cute, Rob." Her cheeks turned rosy at the compliment. "And I will be keeping this on because apparently I happen to look hot in it."

"So hot," She mouthed to you before you moved aside to let her in, locking the door and following her to your kitchen.

"I want to sample-"

"No!" Robin cut you off with a whine and you furrowed your brows, raising your arms as if you were caught red handed.

"Okay, I won't take a sample I guess."

"No," She chuckled. "You can take all the samples you want, I just hear it at work left and right, especially from Erica, so 'no' is kinda my first response."

“It’s alright, baby, don’t worry about it,” You told her, grabbing a spoon from the cabinet. “Which one should I try first?”

“Well there’s lemon custard, which I gotta be honest is more for me because I know you don’t really dig lemon flavored things…And then the vanilla was just a back up really. So I think your only option is salted caramel.”

Your brow quirked up. “Okay…well what do you think about salted caramel?”

“S’not my thing,” She answered. “But I figured you might like it.” You nodded and took a spoonful of the ice cream to taste.

"Yeah," You swallowed. "Not really my thing either."

"So vanilla for you?" She asked.

"Vanilla it is!" You exclaimed. "I'll get the glasses and straws, could you do me a solid and get the milk, sprinkles, and maraschino cherries from the fridge?"

"Sure."

Once you two had gathered all the ingredients you thought you needed, Robin started scooping her lemon custard ice cream into the blender.

"Maraschino cherries are the best cherries," You said, opening the jar, popping on in your mouth.

"Are they even, like, real cherries?"

"I mean, no...but they should be," You mumbled.

"But they're just cherries in syrup-"

"Shhh" You shushed her, putting your finger to her lips. "You will not be ruining these for me, they're like my favorite fruit."

"Yeah, if they even count as one," She scoffed. "I wouldn't even say they're the best cherries either."

"Then what are?"

"Yours."

Robin could not flirt to save her life, truly, but when it came to you, she was such a tease and she knew it.

You stayed quiet and rolled your eyes while a smirk molded your lips.

"Shit, Y/N we forgot to get the whipped cream."

"I got it hold on."

You opened the fridge to grab the whipped cream, but before you placed it on the counter with the other ingredients, you pushed the nozzle on the can and sprayed some into your mouth.

"There's not much left," You told her, setting the can down on the counter.

She snorted. "I wonder why."

"I didn't finish, there's not much left but there's enough for the two of us," You explained. "Want some?" You offered shaking the bottle.

"Sure." Her milkshake was blended and poured into a glass, and now all it needed was whipped cream and a cherry on top. But instead of putting it on top, you sprayed it directly at Robin's face.

"You bitch!" She gasped and you laughed so hard your stomach hurt. While in you moment of vulnerability, she was quick to take the can from you, shooting whipped cream in your face.

Your eyes widened. "Robin!"

"What goes around, comes around," She laughed.

"Give me the can!" You cried, reaching out for the frozen treat in her arms but she dodged your attempt, turning around and running in the other direction.

"You'll have to catch me first!"

You ran after her like your life depended on it—like your milkshake depended on it. You were quick on her heels, but all the laughing and giggling was slowing you down.

"You're gonna get whipped cream all over my house," You shouted, stopping in the living room.

"No you're going to get whipped cream all over your house," She panted, seemingly appearing out of nowhere with her face clear of cream. "My face is clean. Cleaner than the Gerber baby's ass, my love."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," You said wiping the whipped cream off your face before it could melt. "At least it tastes good."

"You missed a spot," She declared, wiping your bottom lip with her thumb and didn't hesitate in licking it off, taking her thumb in your mouth. She smirked at the motion, pulling you close by the jaw for a kiss. With your tongues interlaced, you could taste the sweetness before she pulled away for air.

"Yeah whipped cream tastes good, but.."

Your brows cinched together. "But?"

"You taste better."

[mariondeux]

may i request kitchen sex with Niki Shiina? bonus if you would add some food play in there 🤭

thank youuu and always take care and stay hydrated mwah<3 /p

— SYNOPSIS ; Dinner can wait when you’re the best appetizer that he can’t wait to eat.

CW ; NSFW, kitchen sex, food play

WORD COUNT ; 367

PAIRING ; Niki Shiina x GN!Reader

A/N ; Do you like my pun in the synopsis hehe

You had Niki completely distracted, keeping his attention on you and warming up his cock inside you while pointing the whipped cream can’s nozzle at your torso. He pressed down, letting the cool substance trail from your chest to your stomach. You shivered a bit, biting your lip as you watched Niki’s tongue press against the end of the whipped cream.

He gave you a tiny wink as he started licking the whipped cream off of your body as his eyes looked up to watch your expressions. You utter a low curse while adjusting your hips slightly to make a lot more happen at once. Niki didn't mind, and he even responded a little by making a shallow thrust. 

He was teasing you, giving you a show to look at and barely even moving his hips at all. 

It almost frustrated you, but you had to admit it was a sight to see.

“Niki…”

Niki reached the whip cream on your chest, licked the last of it off, then put his lips to yours. He tasted so much like whipped cream, which was obviously because he had just finished licking whipped cream off your body.

“You taste,” Both of his hands cupped your face, licking your lips a bit before planting another kiss, “Just as good as that whipped cream.”

You giggled in response, opening your mouth to reply until another moan had spilled right out of you.

Instead of continuing with his shallow thrusts, he nearly pulled out from you before sliding all the way back in. His hips slapping against yours had your fingers entangled in his hair and gripping onto him. You two drowned out all other sounds as you concentrated on the pleasure this gave you both.

Niki gently pushed you down onto the counter with his palm flat against your stomach in order to make it easier for him to fuck you. 

You two hadn't noticed that a particular smell had started to float through the kitchen because you were both so engrossed with your activities. 

That is, until Niki's nose caught a whiff of burning food.

His eyes widened as he pulled back, paused, and turned off the stove.

“Our dinner!”

[qu0kkarambles]

Day 26 - Jisung

Warnings - smut (minors dni), food play, praise, teasing,

‘Y/n look what I saw’

Those were words you were always cautious to hear, especially coming from jisung. You and jisung had been friends for almost 5 years, and for the last 6 months you’d been almost friends with benefits.

It was a simple arrangement really. You both were single and wanted to experiment (especially jisung), and you wanted someone to explore things with that you were comfortable around. Comfortable to be vulnerable with. It made sense to you both for this arrangement. You could explore things, and know that no matter what the other person wouldn’t judge or take anything too far.

You were so in sync with each other it was insane, and now you’d started sleeping together, your synchronicity had only grown. Anytime you were sad jisung somehow texted, magically brightening your day in an instant. And when he was horny, you somehow knew, and often times would both text at the same time about coming over. You were in tune with each other, which only made you experimenting all the more fun.

You’d tried a lot with jisung. From wax candles to blindfolds to a variety of different dynamics, and you were always excited when jisung came running into you with a mischievous grin on his face.

And that’s exactly what was happening now. He’d been laid out on your sofa for hours, just hanging out with you while you worked, and barely 5 minutes after leaving him to grab something from your room, he came barrelling in.

With his hand firmly grasping his phone, and a glint in his eye, he started to show you the video.

‘So what do you think y/n?? Should we try it? I think it could be fun’ he said, looking down at you with his gorgeous puppy eyes. And you could never say no to him. Not that you ever really wanted to. He often trawled the internet for new things to try. Twitter was his personal favourite, frequently sending you links to videos or sitting beside you as your face grew hot while you watched his phone.

This time, the video was a young couple, both undressed and kissing until he got up, a can of whipped cream in his hand. He began squirting it over her, covering her body before slowly licking it all off. You could feel jisung beside you practically buzzing. It was clearly something he wanted to try. And although you’d never thought about including food in your times with jisung, you were eager to see what it would be like.

With a small nod of your head, his lips crashed to yours. His kiss was feverish, rushed and full of excited energy as he cupped your cheek in his hand.

‘Right ok so you stay here and undress and I’ll be back’

Before you could reply to him, he was gone, practically running from the room in search of whipped cream. You knew there would be none in the fridge, and heard the door close behind him as he ran to the nearest shop.

Taking his words, you undressed, positioning yourself on the bed while you waited for him. The anticipation was intense, and you soon found your own hands wandering over your body, gentle touches to turn you on while you waited for jisung. He wasn’t gone long before your front door was swung open, and he was soon stood in the doorway of your bedroom panting.

He gripped two cans of whipped cream in his hand, unable to tear his eyes from your body as he watched you continued to rile yourself up. Before you knew it he was undressed, straddling your legs as he pinned your arms above your head.

‘Fuck y/n looks like you’ve had fun while I was out’ he says, chuckling as he saw how you tried to squirm under him.

He reached over to the side of the bed, whipped cream in hand when he came back to you. He opened the can, and held the nozzle between your boobs. He squeezed a line of cream from between your boobs, all the way down your stomach, stopping just above your belly button.

You squirmed under him as he did it, whining. ‘Jisungie- it’s cold’ you giggled, and his low chuckle made your breath hitched as you felt his tongue against your skin, trailing up the line of cream as he replaced the coldness with the heat of his mouth. ‘Mmm so sweet’ he said, licking his lips as the cream was all licked from your skin.

He reached back for the can, squirting over your boobs and along your stomach again, continuing to tease you with his tongue. Each time he squirted more cream onto your skin, your hips bucked, getting more and more desperate to have him.

‘Sungie please. Need more’ you said, breathless as his tongue trailed over your skin. His lips met yours, the sweetness of the cream against his lips making you mewl into the kiss, desperate for more. As his lips pull away from yours, you feel the cold plastic of the nozzle against your lips.

Opening your mouth for him, he squeezes the cold cream into your mouth, the sweetness dissolving against your tongue as you held your mouth open for him. His arousal was obvious against your thigh, and you reached lower to grasp at him, desperation taking over.

‘Please sungie need you now’ you begged, and before long he was deep inside you, kiss deepening every time he thrusted into you, your moans quickly sending him over the edge. His hand against your clit sent you hurtling toward your release. His kisses up along your body made you giggle once more as his tongue tickled the sensitive sides of your stomach.

‘Well princess, I think you’ll need to keep a supply of cream in your fridge from now on’ he said as you slapped at his arm, his chuckle turning into a full laugh as you both processed what you’d been doing.

Your laughter faded into small giggles while jisung played with your hair, the stickiness from the cream now all cleaned up. As you drifted to sleep with his hand in your hair, you realised you never wanted anything more than what you had right now. All you needed in life was jisung.

And as you slowly slipped to sleep you caught the small whisper of words that he was sure you wouldn’t hear.

‘Sleep tight y/n. I love you’

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