#and taste their sweetness and let it fuel my body as well as my mind

[shadowkat2000]

I need there to be readily-available printers that print onto edible paper so I can eat the writing of my favourite fic authors

[goldenstring6123]

Lnds: The type of kiss they like or so they think...

Warning: for 16+ only, Suggestive, Mildly implicit, self-insert, gender neutral.

Author's notes: Here's my first Lnds post! There's many more to come so i'll be creating a masterlist once i make 3 hcs

If you ask Sylus:

He'll say he likes the deep, breathy kisses during your make-out session with him; you pressed against his bed or his sofa, sometimes on the counter, and him being in between your thighs. He likes it when he grabs your jaw and leads the kiss. He likes seeing you flustered, even more so: Teary-eyed and catching your breath, but in reality—he likes the quick, chaste peck you give him at random parts of the day. It always catches him off guard, be it a quick peck as a goodbye or a peck you give him after winning a plushie. To almost every chaste kiss you give, he'll freeze for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights, before watching you move along with your task as if the kiss was something spontaneous. It makes him feel like something…something pleasant, of course. Of course, he'll never admit that to you.

If you ask Zayne:

He says the kisses during quiet, intimate moments are the ones he likes most: kissing while you stroll the park late at night or passionate but brief kisses between shows. Sometimes, he also prefers kisses in public spaces. However, not necessarily the long, deep ones, but rather the kiss where you pull him down to kiss you, or he reels you up so you can reach his lips; the sort of kiss where you ignore everyone around you for a reasonable amount of time. And he believes he won't ever tell you this unless he gets maddeningly drunk, but he likes it when you kiss him when you're angry or when you're in a bit of a daring mood. Unbeknown to himself, he likes it when you play rough and take the lead when you give him orders and glare at him, sitting on his lap and forcing his mouth to open and make way for you. Whenever this happens, it is also a way for him to let off some steam from work— he knows he doesn't have to be gentle with you, especially with how rough you're kissing him by then.

If you ask Xavier:

He'll almost always say he likes the kisses he steals from you after eating something sweet and flavorful. He likes how you're taken off guard by him holding your wrist and licking your glossy lips from the lollipop you ate or that instance where a thin film of icing hung at the corner of your lips. He likes the taste of the food and you mingling together. Your blushing is a bonus as well. But between him and his favorite action figure, He likes it most when he backs you into a wall when he no longer acts meek & cute and turns into a sly little minx with you. He likes it when you don't realize you're being pressed against the wall with nowhere to go. When he towers over you and doesn't break eye contact, those rare moments are when you go silent at his off-character actions; He likes those moments, especially knowing what entails beyond the kisses he gives you shortly after he's done teasing.

If you ask rafayel:

He says, almost too confidently, that he likes the kisses where you compliment him soon afterward. Be it a short kiss or a long, deep French kiss, it doesn't matter if you say the right words to make him feel assured of himself and your relationship. "You're beautiful," "My little fishy," and "I love you" are always appreciated as they fuel his ego the most. Without realizing it, he likes a particular type of kiss, the kind of kiss where you leave him marks. The kiss during your steamy sessions where you nibble at his delicate skin in areas where it wasn't visible to the public. On his chest, back, or stomach, and if he allows it, on his neck. He likes it when you trail kisses on any part of his body. Still, he loses his mind when you leave marks, treating him like a canvas, which is pretty ironic considering he's supposed to be the artist.

Author footnotes: Kinky Xavi— i genuinely believe he's a super freaky guy beneath that doe eyed cutie. Layout by me, using canva premium | Do not repost | Dividers by cafekitsune

[yandere-sins]

How'd you think Yandere luci and Yandere Mammon would deal with a S/O who's hiding the fact they're a virgin and is always trying to avoid intercourse by excuses like pretending to be asleep etc because they don't want to lose their virginity to them? (ALSO BTW, I LOVE YOUR WORK. like your work is super amazing and detailed <3 best yan writer)

Thank you for reading my writing!! I am so glad you enjoy it ^-^

And thank you for requesting! ♥

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content

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Lucifer

♡ As if he doesn't know. You might be able to fool another human, and maybe someone as dense as Mammon, but you can't fool Lucifer. He had already noticed you shying away from his touch, the goosebumps and sudden tension that would go through you every time he touched you (rather innocently even). It's like you expected something to happen and are unsure how to react. Maybe you don't want it, perhaps you do, but your signals aren't very clear, and that makes him suspect you.

♡ He could blame it on some form of trauma that he doesn't know about, but he'd expect your reactions to be a bit more violent or fueled by rejection if that was the case. Instead, they are bashful and tense, with a taste of sweetness and innocence that Lucifer quite likes. And he caught Asmo giving you a knowing look once while you seemed even more hesitant to approach the 5th oldest brother; you made it much too easy for Lucifer to figure out what kind of game you were playing.

♡ So, he'll play along for a while since it's now in his control. You might not be a well-aged drop of lust yet, but delaying the inevitable is going to do you both well. Riling you up, getting you to let down your guard, and leaving you hot and bothered will benefit Lucifer greatly. Seeing your walls crumble will be enough to satisfy him for a while, so he won't have to put his hands on you prematurely. You may simmer on the knowledge that he'll take your virginity at some point, be sensitive, and get confused at times over his actions. Maybe even fantasize what it'll be like. Will he be rough? Gentle? Ease you into it or brutal steal your innocence like he did with your freedom? Letting your thoughts and desires run wild, no matter how much you want to deny them, will almost guarantee that once you are ready, you'll be at a point where you'll crawl to him, begging for release. And Lucifer likes that idea very much.

♡ Things he'll do to chip away at your defense include but aren't limited to spooning up against you at night, his cock perfectly pressed against your body but not grinding against you. Just letting you know it's there and ready for you and allowing you to get used to it but never letting you scoot away. The same is true with his hand placement at night, his palm at your lower abdomen, just resting there, and his fingertips slipping beneath your clothes to leave feathery trails of allurement. So close yet far enough away, teasing, playful, promising. The warmth it emits seeping into your body, heating you up, only for him to retract and leaving you hanging. Sometimes, his fingers will play with your clothes, letting you know just how agile they are. Your mind will do the rest as you can imagine the chaos and pleasure they can leave in their wake. He wears human pheromones suited to your taste, and he'll flirt with you, complimenting you even when you feel vulnerable, letting you know how receptive he is to taking the next step. It's only a matter of time until you cave, but Lucifer will do everything to make it the hardest few days of your life.

Mammon

♡ Mammon is indeed a little dense. He might feel a bit off-put if you reject his advances repeatedly, but he doesn't see anything wrong with it the first few times. There is absolutely no subtlety in his advances, his kisses bordering on orgasm-territory already when he's in the mood, his hands greedy as is fitting for his title. You might be forced into these affections, but even you can't help but squirm beneath him. It only gives him more incentive to take it up a notch when he's just so passionate, your lips constantly bruised, and your neck marked by his teeth.

♡ So it becomes very frustrating and confusing for him when you kick and scream the moment he gets a bit more intimate. He'd like to respect your choice despite him not giving you one when it comes to whether or not you'll be with him for the rest of your life. Mammon likes to think he's gracious like that. But he thought you two were on the right path to taking the next step, yet you keep rejecting him. To be fair, he's been very clear that he wants you for a long time: Grinding against you, fondling your body even though he should be concentrating on other things. You've caught him jerking off next to you, moaning your name quite a few times even though you pretended to be asleep. And if that isn't clear enough, he's been nagging and sometimes even begging on his knees for you to give him some of that sweet body of yours to fuck. You've rejected him all the same, so for Mammon, it hints at something being seriously wrong, but he can't quite figure it out himself.

♡ It takes some... advice from more experienced individuals for him to come to a conclusion. Levi thinks perhaps he smells bad, Satan questions why anyone would want to be with Mammon in the first place, and Beel asks if maybe you're too hungry for any of that stuff and if Mammon fed you properly. But hey, at least Asmo is useful, hinting at the possibility of you feeling... insecure. Maybe you're too "inexperienced" (Mammon vehemently denies the possibility of you being a virgin, cause duh, look at you! Stunning, gorgeous, and he will totally kill anyone who touched you before him, but clearly, with how seductive and sexy you are, he can't possibily your first). So Mammon deducts Asmo is right; you're just nervous because you'll be with a great guy like Mammon!

♡ Worry not; he decides to show you the ropes! ... Literally. You might stutter and reject his ideas of getting close and personal, but Asmodeus had a handy bag of goodies for Mammon before he left. Even though Mammon is at his limit, he tries to keep it together for you, tying you up and making you watch him jerk off, reciting all the things he wants to do to you, how he'll do it, and showing you how insane you are driving him. There won't be any more nights to hide away after that, as Mammon will demonstrate to you exactly how worthy you are to lay with him. But at least he'll ease you into it, that's something, right? You'll get the full 7 hells of orgasms from his mouth to fingers to toys. Forcing you to rely on him as he takes away your senses, like sight, and the freedom to move as you please. By the time he finally gets to wet his cock on you, you'll be already too well-fucked to care, and if that isn't devotion, what is?

[unrefinedmusings]

sweet, sweet sugar

pairing: no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

summary: meeting a man in a bar and trying to determine what about him is so damn alluring. it doesn't really matter though, it ends well for the both of you. part 2: snooze

warnings: smut, explicit sex, explicit language, age gap (reader is mid 20s, Joel is 36) riding, truck sex, nasty talk, MDNI, 18+

a/n: i love him, your honor. i will protect this tired dilf with my life. might expand on this, if so it'll be fluffy/smutty (no angst because the show is already enough pain for me)

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It was his voice, you think. You had just relocated to Texas and were new enough to be drawn in by that deep Southern accent when he introduced himself.

Hi, uh, I’m Joel. Mind if I buy ya’ a drink?

Maybe it was the age difference. It wouldn’t be a first for you and the few strands of gray in his hair did make you a little weak in the knees.

It could’ve been his arms. Bumping against the hard muscles of his bicep as the bar stools you two were sitting on inevitably wobbled while you talked. Placing a light touch on his forearm when the liquid courage of your second drink kicked in, before your fingers made their way to his indecently thick ones to intertwine. Just the rough touch of his hands was enough to make you shiver.

His eyes were definitely a factor. Puppy brown orbs that sparkled brighter than starlight when he laughed, even under the dim lights of the bar. How they grew dark, almost black, when you leaned in close enough for him to catch a whiff of your perfume, the faintest hint of sweet vanilla lingering in the space between you two.

Or maybe it was just him. All of him. The way he hummed along to the country western songs playing through the bar’s speakers. The way he spoke to you with affection in his voice despite his gruff exterior. The way he talked about his Sarah: the pride while mentioning an A plus social studies paper followed by the anxiety while asking if he was talking about her too often. 

As if loving his daughter too much could scare you away. 

His scruffy beard and charm, his bad humor, his dad humor, his smile.

And the way he called you sugar, like that’s what you were to him. Nothing but sweetness and all too appetizing. Like he’d drink you up with his coffee every morning if you let him.

Your wandering hand made its way down to his thigh, resting just above his knee. He paused mid sentence and for a moment you worried you were being too forward. Your eyes meet his in a heated stare.

“You tryna’ misbehave there, sugar?”

You were and it landed you in Joel’s backseat, laid down with his body pinning yours. He’s kissing you. He’s still kissing you, hasn’t stopped since he pressed you up against his truck in the dark and nearly empty parking lot. He’s on your lips, until you have to pull away for air when he moves down the expanse of your neck, nipping and sucking along the way.

Your legs part for him, wrapping around his hips to dig your heels into the backs of his firm thighs. His hands find their way under your shirt, calloused fingertips forming gooseflesh across your skin before pulling the material up and over your head. He palms your heaving breasts, letting out a low groan at the feel of your soft flesh in his hands, before working his hands around to the clasp. Any restraint he might have had was tossed into the front seat with your bra.

Now he’s desperate, he’s hungry. 

His mouth is on you, all over. His tongue licking at the marks he left on your neck and chest, his teeth making more down your torso. Lips wrap around your nipple and you arch into his suckling, letting him consume even more of you. Every one of his filthy, reverent kisses is more fuel for the fire growing in you. You tug on his dark locks when he reaches the top of your skirt, running his tongue along the line where fabric meets skin.

“J-Joel, please,” you beg, surprising yourself at how wrecked you sound already.

“I wanna taste ya’, sweet thing,” he teases, looking up at you with mischief in his eyes.

Moving his head down between your legs, Joel places sloppy kisses up the inside of your thighs. You watch him with heavy eyes, shuddering as the coarse hair of his beard grazes your sensitive skin. He brings his face to the crotch of your panties, nose nudging your clit, before taking a deep inhale. He licks at you through the soft lace before pulling it off entirely. 

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he rasps, the heat of his breath against your cunt enough to make your hips buck. Unbothered by your writhing, Joel wraps his arms around your thighs to keep you open for him before licking a stripe through your slick folds. 

He groans at the taste of you. “Such a sweet pussy, so goddamn wet for me too.”

He dives in, circling your clit with his tongue before plunging inside you. Your thighs try to shut at the sensations, but his hands tighten their grip to hold you in place. You’re melting into his mouth and onto the seats, the fogged up windows an indicator of just how hot everything is right now. 

Then his thick fingers are inside you, thrusting deep and hitting that spot you always have trouble reaching dead on. His mouth wraps around your clit, sucking on it like hard candy.

“Gon’ get a cavity from all this sugar,” he mumbles into your pussy, and the rumble of his laugh vibrates through you.

He thinks he’s so goddamn funny…

“Oh fuck,” you cry out.

It hits you like a rocket. He curls his fingers just right and you’re seeing stars, being pulled up and away into the atmosphere. He doesn’t stop drinking you in until you’ve floated back down to Earth. 

Insatiable.

Your eyes are closed, but you feel his soft lips kissing your neck. He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, “Did so good for me, such a good girl.”

Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.

It’s like a trigger. All the satisfaction from your climax faded and was replaced by a deep need to be full of him, to take him in and again until you fell into the night sky together.

“Fuck me p-please, please Joel, I need it,” you whine, hands clinging to his broad shoulders.

“Oh sugar,” he coos, “I’ve got you.”

Joel uses one hand to pull you into his lap and straddle his thighs, while the other unbuckles his belt. You scramble to undo his zipper, tug his pants and boxers down, and unveil his—

Oh fuck.

Whatever it was before, it’s definitely his huge dick now. You let out a whine when your fingers wrap around the base without being able to fully encircle it. He rolls a condom down over himself before gripping your hips and guiding you to hover over the flushed red tip. Your forehead is pressed against his as you sink down, gasping at the stretch.

“Good girl, that’s it. It’s big, ain’t it?”

You huff against his cheek, “S’ big.”

“You can take it. Gonna take all of my cock, sugar.”

You do. Your toes curl and you feel like he’s splitting you open, but you take all of him. He rubs circles on your clit, making you gush around him and relax enough to move. With your hands braced on his shoulders, you start rocking your hips and slowly finding a rhythm. Every thrust is electric and the sweet sounds of how wet you are fill the car.

You’re clamped around him, raising and falling harder, faster. Whimpers spilling out of your lips as Joel thrusts into you, meeting your hips with his. You were close, your climax was racing towards you when his thumb found your clit again. Just a few touches to the bundle of nerves and you were toppling over the edge, head thrown back then falling limp into his neck. You shake in his arms as he continues to fuck you in his lap, quickly reaching his own release.

“Fuckin’ goddamnit, sugar,” he pants into your ear as he finishes. 

He keeps you like that, strong arms holding your body close against his as you both catch your breath. You have no objections, nuzzling further into him and gently carding your fingers through his hair. It’s been a few minutes before he breaks the silence.

“Sugar?”

You hum and smile into his skin as a response.

“Could I get your number and, uh, maybe we do this again? Dinner too?”

He had the audacity to sound bashful while his cock was still inside you. You look up to see a pink tint to his cheeks, and you have to answer with a kiss. Slow and sweet.

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💕💕💕 Thank you for reading 💕💕💕

[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Happy Anniversary M’Love.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

anniversary masterlist here !!

authors note - can you believe that it’s my blogs one year anniversary?? time has simply gone by so fast and im so thankful kill for everyone that has been there along the way 🥲 i adore each and every single one of you. 🥹

warning: smut.

word count - 1.6k

in which, it’s your and your husbands first wedding anniversary, he’s flown the two of you out to the country where it all began, hired a boat and got you all to himself, what more could he ask for?

May 22, 2023.

Exactly one year ago, in the intimate courtyard of your Italian villa, you said "I do" to the absolute love of your life.

The memory of that day is etched in your mind like a cherished painting. Surrounded by your closest friends and family, under the canopy of Mediterranean skies, you exchanged vows that echoed the depth of your love for each other.

The scent of Tuscan flowers mingled with the laughter and joy that filled the air, creating a moment suspended in time.

Now, as you celebrate your one-year wedding anniversary, back in the picturesque town of Civita di Bagnoregio where it all began, he surprised you with a romantic gesture that makes your heart skip a beat.

He had rented a boat for the two of you, a symbol of the journey you've embarked on together.

As the boat gently rocks on the tranquil waters, you and Harry find yourselves hidden away from the world, cocooned in the intimate embrace of the bedroom.

You lay sprawled on the soft mattress, your eyes tracing the contours of Harry's back as he applies sunscreen with gentle strokes.

His tattoos dance beneath his touch, each one telling a story of his journey through life. You're mesmerized by the way his muscles flex and ripple beneath his skin, a testament to his strength and resilience.

Silently, you rise from the bed, the gentle sway of the boat beneath you barely perceptible as you make your way over to where Harry stands by the dresser. With a mischievous smile playing on your lips, you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him close as you press tender kisses along his back.

The taste of sunscreen lingers on your lips, but you pay it no mind, lost in the sensation of Harry's warmth beneath your touch. He lets out a surprised laugh, turning to face you with a quizzical expression.

"What are you doing?" he asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

You simply hum in response, your lips trailing a path of soft kisses along the expanse of his back, reveling in the feel of his skin against yours.

Each touch ignites a spark of desire within you, fueling the fire that burns between you.

Feeling Harry's hand press against your waist, drawing you closer, sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins. His other hand gently tilts your head upward, his eyes locking with yours in a silent promise of passion.

As his lips meet yours in a tender kiss, the world around you fades into insignificance, leaving only the sweet taste of his love lingering on your lips.

The softness of his touch ignites a fire within you, spreading warmth throughout your body as you melt into his embrace.

With each gentle caress, the intensity of your connection deepens, a silent symphony of desire and longing that binds you together in perfect harmony.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Harry whispers,

"Jump."

You chuckle softly, wrapping your legs around his waist and jumping into his arms. His strong embrace catches you effortlessly, his warmth enveloping you as he holds you close.

As you lock eyes with Harry, a mischievous smile plays on your lips.

"Well, here I am," you tease, your heart racing with excitement.

Harry's grin widens, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"And here I am," he replies, his voice laced with a hint of desire.

Before you can say another word, he presses his lips against yours once more, the kiss igniting a fire within you that threatens to consume your every thought.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, you let out a soft hum of approval, your fingers tangling in his hair as you deepen the kiss.

Breaking away slightly, you meet his gaze with a playful glint in your eye.

"Take me to bed," you whisper, your voice filled with longing.

Harry's grin turns into a smirk as he carries you towards the bedroom, each step filled with anticipation.

"As you wish," he murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours.

As he gently lays you down on the bed, you find yourself surrounded by warmth and desire, the world outside fading into insignificance as you lose yourselves in each other's embrace.

He doesn’t hesitate in removing the green bikini top from your body, never once removing his lips from your skin, once the bikini top is removed you watch as he slowly makes his way down the bed, stopping at your legs, you can see the prominent tent forming underneath his swim shorts.

A soft moan fell from your lips as he pressed a delicate kiss to the nape of your neck, throwing your head back.

Your hands make there way to his chest, placing a hand over his heart, feeling it race underneath your fingertips.

“M’need you,” he begs, pupils blown. “Need you so bad, baby.”

Your body tensed as his hand edged closer and closer to the hem of your bikini bottoms, your eyes following his hands every move.

“Thought I’d have t’wait until later to get you like this,” he nips at your inner thigh. “Thought I’d only get to have you back home.”

“No,” you shook your head. “You can have me whenever you want.”

And with that, he pressed his tongue against your nerves, making you throw your head back in absolute bliss and ecstasy, as your mind became clouded.

He continuously pressed his tongue against your clit, your head hitting the pillow, eyes wide as every feeling entered your body.

He always made you feel so, so good.

“H-Harry,” you struggle to speak his name as you pulled and tugged at his curls, well the curls that were slowly growing back. “I’m close, so fucking close.”

He hadn’t been going at it for long, but he knew how to get you closer to the edge no matter how long he had.

He had his ways.

“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he raised his head from between your thighs and through hooded eyes you saw his face, your juices slipping down his chin.

You attempted to wrap your leg around his waist to get him closer to you, but before you had the chance he pinned your leg back down onto the bed. “Relax, take it all in.”

This time, he slid a finger in, making you throw your head back once again, your heart pounding.

“I’m close,” you whimpered. “Please H, let me come, please.”

He smirked above you, “Okay sweetheart, come f’me, come for y’gorgeous husband.”

And with that, you came undone.

Your moans filled the room of the boat, thankful that you were the only two on board, your chest was heaving and your hands were sweaty from gripping his arms.

He slowly crept his way back up the bed, his hands slowly snaking into his own shorts and sliding them down his legs, and that was when you caught sight of his length, it was dripping with pre-cum and the vein down the side of it was deep, and very very prominent.

“Do y’see what you do to me?” He muses.

He brought his hand to his shaft and pumped it a few times, his eyes rolling into the back of his head slightly. “Y’make me like this? Y’make me feel like the luckiest man in the world, y’know why?”

You gulped and shook your head.

He pinched your waist. “Because your all mine.”

He lined himself up with your entrance, the tip of his length nudgin against your entrance.

The two of you had discussed a couple of months ago that you were ready to start trying for a baby, and so that meant no condoms and going raw.

“Are you ready for me?”he quizzed, grabbing ahold of your hand as he nudged his tip a bit further.

“Yes.”

And just like that he pushed himself all of the way inside.

One hand remained in yours whilst the other pressed itself against your stomach, he watched you through hooded eyes. “Can you feel that?”

He kept thrusting in and out of you, him doing the majority of the work as you raised the other hand to hold the side of his face, brushing against his stubble.

“Can y’feel me deep inside of you baby?” He raised an eyebrow as you watched a bead of sweat travel from his hair line. “Can you feel me filling you up, giving you m’babies.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded your head at his words, he knew the effect he had on you. “Uh-huh.”

His lips pressed against yours, he knew you were close again, he was as well, he knew that the second you came undone, he would be an absolute goner.

His thrusts became harder as he watched your mouth drop open, eyes glossing over.

“Come on baby,”He pressed his hand down against her bundle, and a low whine escaped her mouth. “Show your husband just how good he makes you feel.”

He was panting, continuing to do all of the work.

“Come on,” he urged “Come f’your husband.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your mouth dropped open once again, a small whimper of his name falling from your lips.

He watched from above you, and that was when you noticed through a starry gaze that his thrusts were become out of rhythm and slightly lethargic.

“Baby,” he whimpered out the common pet name, dropping his head to your clavicle as he came undone inside of you. “Oh baby.”

Both of you were sweaty as he dropped himself down onto your chest, your boobs squashed against his chest.

He lifted his head up slightly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, as he grabbed ahold of your hand, the cool metal of his wedding ring clashing with the cool metal of your wedding band.

“Happy Anniversary, M’love.”

[biteofcherry]

Enforcer! Steve meeting with cherry cherry for the first time but from his POV

based on no excuses writing meme asks

Cherry Masterlist

enforcer!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings: none; a bit of innocence/corruption kink;

Steve was aware that his car and him bent over under the hood was drawing attention of many people. His camaro was a sleek beauty that caught eye even of those posh women, who claimed to be beyond reacting to a purr of the engine and the adrenaline of a speed.

As long as no one bothered him, Steve was fine with ogling. Even those few giggling teenagers who sneaked a picture when they thought he wouldn't see.

But Steve was always aware of his surroundings. Had to be.

So he sensed when someone beyond reason tiptoed closer, while everyone else had the self-preservation instinct to keep away.

"Hi." Not only you approached, but dared to speak. "Would you mind if my nephew gets a closer look at your car. He's a little car crazy."

Steve's head snapped to the side, his eyes landing on you with what he knew well was a lethal type of glare. Men cowered from it.

Your hand clenched tighter on the little boy's hand, who - just as you said - was staring at the camaro with big starry eyes and open mouth, purely in awe.

As Steve's gaze returned to you and did a quick, but thorough swipe of your body, he realized the kid's admiration isn't the only pure thing here.

You wore white sneakers and jean shorts, paired with a cute top with cherries printed on it. Fucking innocent sweetness.

Your eyes were as wide in wonder as your nephew's, though your attention was solely on Steve.

He almost smirked, realizing a fair sugary bite like you probably never interacted with someone like him. The power shift between you was palpable, even without Steve straightening to his full height and proving to you how fragile compared to him you were.

"Sure thing, cherry," he let his gaze drop to your chest again, barely stopping a wolfish grin to appear on his lips when he noticed two points stiffening beneath the fabric of your top.

You cast your gaze down so sweetly, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks and Steve's cock twitched excited.

He bet you tasted sweet all over and that your eyes would round with bewilderment as he stretched you on his fat cock.

Steve didn't mind the boy inching closer, as he didn't mind your curious gaze roaming over his body. It was cute, how you tried to look away, but couldn't help staring.

Nor could you help the hitch in your breath when he offered to give you and the kid a ride around the block.

Steve quickly realized your reaction was to his voice alone and the way he straightened, not to the offer itself. Because it appeared your dazed mind hasn't even registered it.

It was only your nephew tugging on your hand that shook you from the haze.

“Can we? Can we, please?!” The kid looked up at you with hopeful eyes and you drew your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly embarrassed that you didn't catch Steve's words.

“Of course you can, buddy.” Steve decided, not waiting for your brain to catch up with his proposition.

A dark kind of satisfaction fueled his blood when you didn't protest Steve making the decision for you.

He held your gaze, those beautiful big eyes he now craved to see staring up at him while he stuffed your pretty mouth with his cock, as he teased:

“I’m sure your aunt craves a good ride, too.”

There it was, that visceral reaction - your thighs clenching, lips parting slightly, pupils blown wide.

Oh yes. He'd be having your sweet cunt clenching around his cock today.

[hwasoup]

Obsession

This is literally based off of one of my favorite kpop songs, and the lyrics mix with Miguel 😩

18+ DNI MINORS

warnings: poetic fucking, breeding kink? size kink, obsessive clingy behaviors??, religious references, liquor, and other shit I probably don't recognize.

~613 words~

He can’t get enough of you, and you can't get enough of him. It drives you crazy how you need him all the time. You can't help each time you see him to constantly lock eyes with him, you want to feel him, touch him, you constantly crave him all the time at just a glance. The way his hands caress your body, how he touches each curve, each roll, each mark on your body. He’s a drug you need to experience all the time, the way his lips press against yours, the way his cologne wafts into your nose. 

“Mirame princessa~” the words that would escape his lips driving you crazy, the forbidden fruit that you tasted now drenching all kinds of thoughts into your mind. The way his body completely molds into yours, making the two of you a perfect pair. The way he bullies his cock inside of you, reaching that spot that you could never seem to obtain, making you moan so sinfully in his ears, driving his lust for you stronger than before. When he fills you up with his cum, when he groans in your ear, when his grip tightens ever so slightly. It drives you crazy…

Those sweet moments that are savored with wine, when he wraps his arms around you making the world seem perfect, when you dance with him softly grinding against his groin to tease him. His perfect kisses that leave shudders down your spine, his whispers when he tells you “te necesito para siempre…” The love he sustains for you manifested in such a passionate way. He never lets you go.

Even when you wanted to go home, your feet could never move from his apartment floor. He’s just too addictive for you to even step away. When the two of you touch, electricity spreads between the both of you, the skin on skin contact repeating in your mind. The more you spend time with him, the more you craved him. He was alcohol, he’s the definition of lust and temptation all in one man. 

The more he drank from you, the more he tasted you, the more he buried his face between your legs, drinking up your sopping cunt. The more thirstier he got for your existence. You are both together 24 hours, 7 days a week. Chained to each other, prisoner to each other with no other way out. The two of you are both completely smitten with each other, completely in love, a passion that was fed with more flames, an undying fire that could never be taken out. You were like newlyweds on a honeymoon…stuck to each other like glue, never going somewhere without the other…His height besides yours…the way he towered over you and had to kneel a bit to listen to you..the way you whispered your desires that were fueled by his height.

The undeniable smirk on his face when he would drag you somewhere hidden in public to fulfill your wild desires, the stretch you felt when he inserted himself inside you, the dominant whispers in your ear, the way he held onto you as if you were the answer to all of his problems. Your smile was unhidden as well, your face filled with pleasure and contempt, the whines and whimpers you filled the air. The two of you are in sync, deliriously in love with each other. The ring on both of your fingers, constantly reminding you of the vow he promised you when you got engaged…

“rescatame cuando me caigo, cariño…el amor que tengo para ti nunca se ira, no tengo mas miedo…quedate conmigo para siempre…para cada 24 horas del dia.."

I hope you guys enjoyed this one :') the lyrics from the song are translated and incorporated into this little blurb I have here, if you guys wanna hear the songs its 24 hours by Sunmi. This has been in the drafts for too long, I'm working on how to make my writing longer that just 600-800 words. I kind of made it into an open interpretation for you guys to imagine!! Also don't forget to give any constructive criticism if needed!!

[vikwrites]

His Sweet Girl - Tony Stark

Summary ➣ Nestled between Tony's legs, and all you wanted was to just feel him. Pairing ➣ Tony Stark x Reader Word Count ➣ 724 words Warnings ➣ 18+ / Blindfolds / Daddy Kink / Oral Sex Author's Notes ➣ A short drabble written for my friend @mrshottiefinder on Instagram, written in an barely hour and not proofread. Comments + reblogs are highly appreciated to support more of my sleep-deprived ramblings, enjoy <3

You were snugly nestled between Tony’s legs, the warmth of his body enveloping you. The plush carpet beneath your knees cushioned your weight as you leaned onto him. His deft fingers traced patterns through your hair, smooth and comforting. You closed your eyes and let out a content sigh, feeling completely at ease in his embrace.

The space between you and him feels simultaneously intimate and vast. His body radiates heat, and you can feel every inch of it as he stands so close to you. Your longing to feel his skin against yours is palpable, hindered only by the thin barrier of his dress-pants. The scent of Tony’s cologne filled your nose, a blend of musk and spice that was just uniquely him.

Tony was still dressed in his alpine suit. His tie, neatly fastened in a knot around his neck. The contrast of his crisp, tailored appearance against your barely-there attire was always a turn-on for you. You kneeled before him in nothing but a skimpy black dress, which left almost nothing to the imagination and his favourite pair of heels, feeling both exposed and empowered by his gaze.

The warmth of his touch radiated through your entire body, causing you to melt into his fingers even more. Every breath he took seemed to fill the room with an intoxicating scent that made your head spin. 

"Such a good girl," Tony cooed in a deep, seductive tone as he continued to play with your hair, he’d always enjoyed toying with it, he did pay for it anyways.

“How about you play with daddy for a bit, hm? I know you want to." Behind his soft, coordinated actions, you could sense the desperation in his voice as he longed to feel you around him too. 

With deliberate slowness, you ran your tongue along the zipper of his dress-pants, your tongue traced a slow, teasing path. Tony’s low groan was followed by a tightening grip on your hair, but you didn't stop. 

You wanted to see how far you could push him. You teased at his fly, feeling the zipper with your teeth and tasting the metallic tang in your mouth. But you didn't mind the bitter taste; all you craved was to taste him.

Slowly, you used your teeth to unfasten his fly, all the while keeping your eyes glued onto his. It was a wordless game of seduction, fuelled by the intensity in his dark gaze meeting yours.

With haste, his boxers were pulled down, a harsh contrast to your tender, tentative touch earlier. But you couldn't wait any longer; eagerly taking his half-hard cock in your adrenaline-fueled, trembling hands and giving it a few full strokes.

"Fuck, play with it, baby," Tony groaned as he relaxed into your touch, his legs no longer as constricting as they were before. You heard rustling as Tony fiddled to get his tie off, bringing it to your eyes and tying it behind your head, leaving you in near-darkness, completely at his mercy.

You felt his hands pulling at your hair once again as he guided your eager mouth towards his cock. Almost salivating as you took him into your mouth, the scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of sweat and sex, as well as the salty taste of his pre-cum. You gagged as you took him in with one swift motion, making obscene noises that undoubtedly turned him on as he let out a blissful sigh. 

"Your mouth feels amazing wrapped around my cock," he moaned, one hand gripping your hair in a loose ponytail and the other around your neck, it wasn’t that constricting, but god it was sexy as fuck.

As Tony thrusted into your throat, your lipstick smudged around your cheek and the flushed skin of his cock. His movements started slow and cautious as he whispered gentle praises and encouragements, but soon they became frantic and desperate, a clear sign of his impending orgasm.

"Oh god—shit! 'm gonna cum for you, baby!" Tony moaned as he shoved himself deep into the back of your throat. Tears were now streaming freely down your face, mixing in with your once-pristine makeup, staining his expensive tie; but you didn't care anymore. You moaned as you felt his warm cum running down your throat, only intensifying the pleasure for you.

As Tony withdrew, your body was immediately scooped up, your chest pressed onto his firm, muscular torso, the soft pulse of his reactor warming your body as his hands returning to stroke your hair. The tie was discarded without a second thought, finding its place on the floor. His soft, loving gaze meeting yours.  

"My sweet girl," Tony smirked, his lips claiming yours.

⎊ back to masterlist

[merbear25]

Wanting to be taken care of (Choso)

After you narrowly escaped getting seriously injured, he was in need of your comfort. Being in the solace of each other’s arms, you can’t resist letting the fervor you share transforming that fear into desire.

a/n: blame @escenariosinfumables for putting this idea in my head. Love you, Cami 💜💜

CW: NSFW, MDNI, fem!reader, fluff, slight angst, mommy kink, vaginal penetration, breeding kink, creampie

With the scare of losing you that day still clouding his mind, his arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you tightly against him.

As he inhaled the sweet scent of your shampoo lingering on your hair, he murmured, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

You lightly rubbed his forearms to help soothe this woe stricken body. “Don’t talk like that,” your whisper was thick with emotion as you shifted your position to look at him.

When his gaze met yours, every word of comfort fell deaf. You couldn’t promise what tomorrow would bring, but you could at least enjoy this moment together. Your eyes lingered on his lips for a moment before he leaned in to taste them. The slight quiver of them spoke volumes—more than words ever could.

As you met his need with a confidence that could ease his worried mind, his hands roamed your body as if possessing a hunger that was being left unsatisfied. When his fingers traveled up to your breasts, you broke your kiss. With your lips ghosting his, the soft gasp that passed them fueled the desire that’d been stirring deep within the both of you.

Gently pinching your tender nipples between his fingers, your moans only encouraged him to push further. He leaned down to trail wet kisses and nips on your neck, being sure to lather each bite with his tongue. The way you arched into his touch and presented your breasts - the soft bounce they held - coaxed him into diving his flushed face between them.

Such angelic mewls graced his ears as he kissed the valley which laid between, pressing each breast gently against his cheeks while teasing your erect nipples. You held him closely when he started sucking on one of them, swirling his tongue and nibbling gently on it.

Waves of euphoria began crashing within you. The shudders of pleasure from you made his groans vibrate against your sensitive skin.

“Let mommy take care of you…” The words were so sudden yet felt so perfect for this moment of intimacy.

Alternating between your gorgeous, succulent breasts, your words of comfort earned you a low growl from him. “Please, I want mommy to let me fuck her.”

Feeling his grip tighten on your ass as he continued suckling on your tender nipples sent you into a frenzy. As you grinded your hips against his bulge, his lustful groans, which had a twinge of agony, flooded you with immense satisfaction.

“You're already so hard for me, you poor thing,” you spoke gently yet held a faint sense of pity in your voice. “Do you want to be in mommy’s pussy that badly?”

His hold on you tightened, making it almost painful as he nodded eagerly.

“Do you want to be able to cum in mommy?” Your tone shifted to dominating as you teased his aching cock with your needy cunt.

“Oh, god yes…” With him swiftly removing his pants and boxers, as well as your soaked panties, neither of you were willing to wait another moment.

He eased himself into you, savoring each spasm and gasp from you. As he bucked within you with a deliberate pace to squeeze every last moan and tremble out of your alluring form, you couldn’t help but give him the praise he deserved. “You’re such a good boy fucking me like this.”

You relished in the sight of his eyes rolling back and fluttering shut as he picked up the pace a little. “I’m going to fill you to the brim…Gonna make you feel so good, mommy.”

The urgency in his thrusts were forcing you closer to the brink of ecstasy. “Yeah, come deep inside me… Want you to fuck a baby into me,” you groaned, tossing your head back as you fully allowed yourself to get lost in the moment.

Hearing those words pass your shaky soft lips unleashed the carnal urge to give into your every desire. “Fuck yeah,” he panted. Hoisting your legs over his shoulders, he pinned you down and rendered you helpless to the brutality you were about to be subjected to.

As he plowed into you, your moans entwined with his own. “Gonna fuck you so good, I’ll knock you up,” each groan fueled with determination.

Each erotic laced cry and whimper as you trembled beneath him was pushing him that much closer to his breaking point. “Cum in me! Cum in mommy!”

With a guttural moan and one last thrust, he pumped each drop of hot lust deep inside you. Your walls were still spasming around him while he tried to catch his breath—each gasp and pant holding hints of lingering euphoria.

Looking up at him, his flushed face looked so sweet. Holding out your arms, he instantly collapsed into them. While you held him and kissed on him, he snaked his arms under you as if fearing you’d be snatched away.

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m right here,” you cooed and stroked his hair softly, allowing yourselves to melt into your shared love.

[rispwr]

Stranded - JK - ONESHOT

Pairings : bestfriend!jk x bestfriend!reader

contents : kissing? and a lil bit of bickering that's probably it

genre : fluffff

context : You and your bestfriend reunites again after a long year of you two not talking decided to go on a trip, and he forgets to get gas, get's stranded on the road,due, failing to reach the gas station, Leaving unsaid words be spoken.

(basically he confesses to you)

"are you okay??" he asks me worriedly, patting my back, trying to calm me down.

"you're telling me, we fucking drove for hours and hours with literally fucking 4-5 bars and forgot to get fucking gas?" i snapped

"well i'm sorry?? what's done is done y/n. let's just wait for the people i called to come, i called already. plus you were so noisy that i even forgot to get gas" he replied trying to assure me

"oh so it's my fault no-" Before i could utter another word, he stepped closer, closing the distance in an instant. His hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.

There was a brief moment where time seemed to stop, and then he leaned in.

His lips met mine with a sudden, undeniable force, cutting off whatever i was about to say.

The kiss was firm, insistent, and full of a longing that had been building up between us for far too long.

The pressure of his lips was both surprising and electrifying, as if he was pouring every unspoken word, every pent-up emotion, into that one, searing kiss.

For a heartbeat, i was too stunned to react, my mind spinning as the world narrowed down to just the two of us.

But then, the shock gave way to something deeper, something primal and undeniable.

my hands, which had been resting at my sides, found their way up to his shoulders, gripping them as i kissed him back with equal fervor.

The intensity of the kiss grew, a desperate need fueling the way our lips moved together, as if we were trying to make up for all the lost time.

His other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, and i responded by pressing myself against him, our bodies fitting together as naturally as if they had been made for each other.

The kiss was a dance of give and take—his lips commanding and mine's responding with a passion that matched his.

The heat between us was palpable, our mouths exploring, tasting, and claiming each other in a way that left them both breathless. my heart was pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of their shared desire.

When we finally broke apart, it was only because we had to, both of us gasping for air, our foreheads resting against each other.

our breaths were ragged, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. But the look in our eyes said everything that needed to be said—our connection was undeniable, and there was no going back.

"shhh. just relax baby" his sweet and gentle voice whispered to me making me slightly pull away from the hug and rest my back on my seat.

there was a brief of silence before he spoke.

"i like you y/n" he said, making me shock quite a bit.

"i mean no- i love you" he adds, holding my hand looking into my eyes.

"you like me?" i ask maintaining eye contact.

"no. i love you" he replies, looking down trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"reallyyyy??" i asked, my voice breaking down in awe, as tears stream in my eyes.

"why are you crying??" he cups my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheek "cuz you love me" i replied, hugging him tightly

"so much" he whispers in my ear, tightening his hug on me.

"you're so cute omygod" he chuckles, making me flustered.

"i don't wanna be just your friend y/n, i wanna be more than that. I want you to have my kids in the future, be my wife, my bestfriend, my girlfriend, partner in crime, be forever mine y/n," he holds my hand looking at my in the eyes, his other hand cupping my cheeks, his thumb caressing my cheek.

"have a house with you, cook pancakes and bake with you, have wine dates, car rides but not like this again. i love you so much" he added.

"i-i don't know what to say kook.." i cried

"it's fine love. just tell me when you're ready." he assured me

"yes i do kook. i wanna have your babies, be your wife, be yours, be your bestfriend, be the bonnie to your clyde. i'm ready for everything with you kook." i spit out

"i wanna be yours.." i added, giving him a peck on the lips.

suddenly an unfamilliar voice squeals in awe "aweeee, you guys are so cute ackk" said. we turn to look at the open window seeing the tool guy holding a gas pump ready to put gas in our car, watching us.

"omg congratulations!!" the man squeals in awe.

"oh! how long have you been standing there sir?" jungkook asks.

"i was enjoying watching you both. SO CUTEE!!" the man replied. "so can i pump gas now?" he added switching his tone into serious, making me and jungkook burst into laughter.

[thetypingpup]

Naga!Seonghwa who can’t help but cuddle closer to you, already wrapped around you completely. You’re just so warm and you just smell so good he can’t help it and his tongue darts out and he smirks. He can taste your arousal in the air and he realizes that his touches had the opposite of what he was trying to do, which was cuddle you, but he wasn’t complaining when he knew you tasted just as sweet as you smell

(hopped on my bullshit and brought back gorgon!hwa from the f&s!au)

An easy smile makes its way to your face as you relax in Seonghwa’s embrace. You’re thankful your bed is big enough to accommodate his massive size and let you rest comfortably with him. His serpentine lower half winds around your bare body, encompassing you completely. His arms winding around your waist and holding you against his chest. You don’t feel constrained or confined, merely contained, and comforted by his embrace. You can feel every dip and plane of his chest against you, the rise and fall of his belly against the small of your back with every breath he takes, and the way his skin seamlessly gives way to overlapping scales around his waist. The cool caress of his scales upon your heated skin is more than welcome. The gentle rainfall you conjured brings with it a breeze that blows through the billowing curtains, dousing you in chilling air that has you sinking into your silken bedsheets. The clouds block out the sun, and the heavy darkness makes your eyelids heavy as well. Your hand moves down, making its way to where his hand fits to the curve of your waist. Your fingers lace with his, furthering your connection to him. The only light comes from the flames perched on sconces scattered over the columns, but even that disappears from view as you close your eyes.

Seonghwa enjoys the moment just as much as you, drawn to your warmth. He slowly traces the curve of your neck with his cheek, a hum rumbling in his chest as he does. He’s always been drawn to you, and moments like this remind him of why. Being able to touch you after admiring you from afar for so long is beyond satisfying. He maps out the contours and curves of your beautiful body with his free hand, fleeting touches portraying the reverence he has towards you. You’ve always been beautiful, but up close you’re downright stunning, and he can’t believe he gets to share such an intimate moment with you. Your command over the storms has always left him in a state of awe, and seeing you wield your power in such a gentle way only endears him more. His lips press against the side of your neck, and he smiles at your hums of content, happy to be able to make you happy in such a simple way. His kisses become more intense with every attribute of you he mulls over in his mind, his admiration fueling the passion of his kisses. He can’t get enough of you, can’t get enough of your company, can’t get enough of your scent, oh…your scent.

The sweet musk of your arousal is unmistakable. When his tongue darts out to taste the air, the sweetness of your scent settles with a saccharine zest on his tongue. And he absolutely loves it. A hum rises in his throat, deeper, hungrier, and his hand subtly grips your waist, holding you against him. You gasp softly, excitement flaring in the blink of an eye. You shift ever so slightly in his hold, feeling just how tightly he’s wrapped around you. The way his lips part with every cool kiss he plants upon your skin and the pricking promise of fangs augments the moment with an injection of adrenaline. You can’t help but squirm as tingling titillation flares between your legs like embers. He enjoys the way you squirm more and more with each passing moment, teasing you further to kindle that building lust. Playfully, he nips one of the tender spots on your neck, one that has you letting out a sharp breath that dissipates brittlely in the air like shattered ice, one that has lightning leaving a hairline break in the sky with a flash. In an instant you go still, not from venom, for there was none in his bite. Your excitement left you still in his grasp, letting him take the lead and tease you in every way he knows how. His tongue sweeps over the spot deliberately slowly, letting you revel in the wet drag of his tongue. The passion behind such a lewd, animalistic display, and the brush of his fangs over your neck, already have you yearning for more. And he can tell, for your aroused scent is much thicker now, and his mouth waters as he longs to taste more.

“That’s it my dear, just relax,” He mutters in your ear, syllables sizzling with a sensual hiss, “Just relax, and let me please you.”

Fingertips sneak between your legs, sliding over your inner thighs, inviting them to part for him. Your legs fall open, welcoming him to explore your heat. He easily accepts, already moaning as he feels the wet heat of your centre for himself. Slowly, he strokes your silken folds, feeling you getting more slick by the moment. His lips continue mapping out a trail of kisses over your neck, feeling the way your clit pulses whenever he teases you with quick bites. You moan as two of his fingers push past your entrance, spreading your legs wider, opening yourself up for him. Slowly, he massages you from within, letting you feel the full length of his fingers with every thrust. The palm of his hand caresses your clit as he pumps his fingers, and he growls in your ear as he feels you drip onto him.

Suddenly it’s not enough to just embrace you. He wants to be within you, connected in every possible way, all at once. His cocks emerge from their sheathe, two slick pillars of turgid flesh aching to be inside of you. You feel them right against your leg, pushing against you, as he wordlessly begs for more with the rocking of his hips. He throbs as you pulse, your bodies craving deeper connection, more all encompassing pleasure.

The rainfall becomes a fierce, raging storm as you indulge, filled completely to the brim. He holds you in place with his all encompassing embrace, even as you writhe in bliss and arch and cry out to the stars above. The bed rocks with every thrust, your breath coming out in desperate, choked pants as he overwhelms you with pleasure. A small smirk quirks his lips as he fucks you, thoroughly enjoying his time in the heavens with you.

[elllisaaa]

yes i’m back in ur inbox losing my mind over enha again i’m so sorry sweetie 🙈

just finished watching the recording of bite me and uhmmmm director heeseung ?? i mean, it’s self explanatory - it’s the hottest sight ever!!

made me think about him domming me tho… i would love to hear your thoughts on what type of dom you see heeseung as <3

don't feel sorry sweetie, i love having your thoughts about them, so entertaining 🤭 and i know right ?? i had the same thoughts when i saw that he's so… grrr ! this man is so fine, it has to be illegal at some point 😣

DOM!HEESEUNG would be so playful, always has a smirk on his face when he plays with your body. he obviously loves to tease you, so much, he drives you insane but it feels too good to stop.

heeseung overstimulates you to the point you're crying and begging for him, fuels his ego even more if you moan his name, he gets so cocky it's both infuriating and attractive. and yes, it's a way of having you weak for him but it's also because his girl deserves as many orgasms as she wishes (and even more because he's feeling generous).

"one more princess, i know you can do it… mmh, good girl…"

he's such a service dom, because even if he loves to have control over you, your wishes are his commands. you want to ride him ? go on. you want to worship his body tonight ? well, he lets you do that too. as much as he's making fun of you for being a simp for him, he's even worse when it comes to you.

"yeah ? that's what you want ? then come here and take it baby."

pussy drunk heeseung comes in every time he goes down on you, losing himself in the delicious taste of your juices. he would not come up for air before you gave him at least two orgasms. he's a sucker for you pulling on his hair, and keeping your thighs open for him, his fingers digging into your flesh. he feels so proud of the marks he left the next day, grinning like an idiot.

"such a sweet cunt… i can't wait to fuck you…"

i feel like he is very possessive too, and bet that every time he has his way with you, he marks you as his. leaving hickeys on your whole body but especially your neck so you can show them proudly, bite marks too, so much his members tease him about you being attacked by a vampire, and heeseung just watches you shy away from his cocky smirk.

"what ? don't act like you didn't ask for this last night princess."

even if he's overall a very sweet boyfriend, when he fucks you, oh my lord he's rough. pinning your hips to the mattress, holding your hands so you cannot touch him, having you from behind and holding your head down in his pillow (but he is the king of aftercare though...). heeseung can't shut up in bed, dirty talks a lot and degrades you while praising you at the same time. everything about him is so hot, and it all feels so good you don't want it to stop.

"such a good little slut for me… scream my name some more baby, let them hear you how much you love my cock."

[lunatic-pudge]

Werewolf Sniper SFW and NSFW Headcanons

SWF

-Good lord, where do I even begin? Let's just say that Soldier pissed Merasmus off so much that everyone got turned into some sort of mythological being. For Sniper, he beceame a werewolf

-His "normal" form is just him with wolf ears and a big fluffly tail, he also has slight more body hair as well, his form take a more wolfish appearance and behavior when there's a full moon out. He had to cut slits in his hat so he could still wear it

-He likes to think he's still relatively the same, but it's just him in denial. His sense of smell is heightened, he is able to see better at night, and, much to his dismay, he isn't able to hide behind his stoic facade anymore. Ears perking up at the mention of treats and tail wagging when happy. Yes, Scout makes fun of him for it

-He does use this new werewolf form to his advantage though. Finding himself out and about, hunting more. He starts noticing how foods taste different, eating and craving meat moreso than usual and forgoing sweets, mainly chocolates cause they make his poor tummy hurt now

-When it comes to Sniper in a relationship aspect, he becomes an even more protective lover. He finds himself following you around more, like a lost puppy. He's basically glued to your hip. He'll also expect more physical affection as well (in private, he's not good with PDA) He wants his ears scritched, god damn it >:( He will whine and give you sad puppy eyes until you give in. He's evil like that

-And due to his wolfness, he'll start trying to "groom" you, licking and slobbering all over you, trying to clean you up even though it can feel like the opposite. It's also his way of trying to mark his scent on you. He wants people to know you are his mate and ONLY his, even if it means covering you in slobber

-Now when it's a full moon out, you won't have to worry about your safety, but you'll have to worry about the saftey of other's  when they are around your lap dog of a boyfriend

-When in his more wolf-esque form, he acts more wolf-like than human. He tends to be more mute in that form as well, resorting to growls, howls, barks, and other wolf noises

-He's feral, he's even more overprotective of you (if that's possible) in his wolf form. He likes to keep you safe in his camper, but you're usually having to keep him from mauling people like Scout cause he likes to push people's buttons

-So, in my very biased opinion, werewolf Sniper is a 12/10, would recommend

NSFW

-I'd like to think his sex drive was rather normal at first, but after becoming a werewolf, it skyrocketed. He's embarrassed and couldn't help it. He just can't help but notice how plush your thighs looked. Or how the shirt you were wearing was hugging your figure. And the way you bent down to pick something up? Don't even get him started. He was ready to POUNCE

-Now Sniper already had a scent and breeding kink, but now, as a werewolf, OH BOY. It's amplified by, like, 10 times

-Let's start with the scent kink. It's like his heightened sense of smell is a secret blessing to him. He loves to bury his face up against the crook of your neck and surrounding himself with you smell. It's what really gets him going

-Your perfume/cologne, your natural scent, everything you just smells so good to him. He has a bad habit of stealing your clothes when you're not around. Not only to comfort himself, but also to get off. Could be a shirt, bra, or underwear, he'll press the article of clothes up to his face, inhaling your scent while he strokes himself. Whimpering and panting like the good boy he is. Definitely would cum in your underwear, which would only fuel his drive

-Now for that breeding kink >:)

-Sniper always loved the idea of filling you to the brim with cum, breeding you and making you his officially (in his mind). He will have you in positions that will ensure his cum stays inside you. Even keeping your hips tilted up if he has to

-He'll whisper in your ear about how beautiful you look filled up to the brim with cum, and how beautiful you'd look pregnant. Stomach swollen and so round. Breasts filled with milk. Pregnant with his child. And since he's a werewolf, he'll has a knot so it helps with keeping all his cum in you

-He's also very bitey and will leave scratches on you. He doesn't mean to be so rough with you, he underestimates his new found strength. He just loves to mark you up. It's also another way claim you

-Loves praises. Call him a good boy. Hold him, kiss him, mark him up. Show him how much he means to you. Show him that, even as a werewolf, you still love him. He might just cry from the praises

That's all for now. I just really love wolf Sniper. Hims a baby boy who I just wanna love and protect.

[mushies-stories]

Ghost- missed you

Ghost X FReader

Warnings: Smut 18+, pnv, creampie, pet names, soft!Ghost, fingering

Summary: Simon came home and the only thing on his mind was you and how much he needed to feel you, and you showed him just how much you missed him as well.

Word count: 1649

Smut under the cut!

Since Ghost can be gone for months, or longer at a time he had a routine when he came home. Since he had been away from you for so long, some of his first thoughts are to kiss you, touch you and taste you then to bury his cock in you. This particular trip home was long. He had been thinking about you for days on end, being gone longer than normal and all he could think about was being as close to you as possible. 

His mind was in a haze as he walked up the font steps to your home and unlocked the door. The sun was just setting and the house was dimly lit, the smell of sweet in the air. The brightest light came from the kitchen where clanking of pans and plastic could be heard. 

“Love?” He called out, setting his bags down at the front door and made his way to the kitchen. 

“Oh! Simon, your home. One moment!” you shouted, turning the water on.

You were shutting the water off and drying your hands off when he walked through the kitchen's archway. “Smells good.” he said with a small smile and tired eyes.

You smiled at him and set the rag down. “I found a new brownie recipe and wanted to try it, would you like one?” you offered cheerfully.

He shook his head, still smiling. “In a moment love.” he said, closing the space between you and sliding his hands right to your waist, guiding you back against the counter. “Right now the only thing on my mind is you.” he said, leaning down and attaching his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss as his hands held you firm against him. The kiss turned into one of passion in an instant, Ghost grinding into you had you letting out soft gasps and huffs into the heated kiss.

He pulled away only to immediately focus on your jawline, peepering it with feather light kisses as he trailed his way to your neck before stopping and pulling back. His hands slid down, cupping your ass and bunching your dress up.”jump.” he ordered softly. 

You did as he said and jumped into his hold. With your arms around his neck, he lifted you onto the counter. He was already back to sucking the sweet spot below your ear. His hands found your hips again and slid you forward until your core was pressed right against his growing erection. “I missed you.” you sighed happily. Missing his touch while he was away.

He sucked a nice purple bruise to the side of your neck. Pulling back he smiled at your rosy cheeks. “Me too love. Missed you so much, I couldn’t stop thinkin about you.” he says and proves it by grinding his crotch against your clothes pussy. You could feel your slick staining your panties already. 

Bringing his lips back to yours he slid a hand down your thighs and pushed your dress up enough to graze the waistband of your panties. You pull back to catch your breath right when his hand slips down the front of your panties and his calloused finger slides through your slick folds. You eyes flutter and you gasp, fuck did you miss him.

“So wet love, think you can take me like this?” he said, eyes filled with need as slides his middle and index finger into your tight hole and curls them. Soft little whimpers fell from your lips and you nodded, eyes filling with the same neediness as his own.

You pulled him down for another kiss, this time fueled completely by desire. His hands left you briefly to free himself from his belt and pants. He let them hang low on his hips, just enough to let his cock free and rest between your bodies. One hand came back to rest on your hips. while the other guided his cock through your slick folds. pulling back he released your lips to look at you as he guided his cock towards your glistening entrance. 

He teased you, brushing the head across your waiting hole but never penetrating. You huffed impatiently, your brain was already fuzzy and his teasing was making it worse. “Simon please.” you pleaded softly.

He smiled and looked at you with adoring eyes. “Oh dear, look at you.”he cooed, sliding the tip in and taking in the sight you made for him. Eyes fluttering just a little, mouth gasping open and your chest rising as he sunk in deeper. “I thought I was being needy,” his teasing tone turned into a low groan as he bottomed out inside of you. He let his cock rest in your pussy as you caught your breath and adjusted to him. 

You shivered, missing how full he made you feel. “You make me needy. Teasing me right when you get home, you couldn't wait first.” you countered, attempting to glare at him. 

He chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. “That's true.” Your triumph was short lived when Ghost pulled back and knocked the wind out of you as he started a moderate pace, rocking his hips into you enough to have you sighing with contemptment and steady pleasure. “Doesn't look like you mind though love.” he chimed as you slowly got lost in the pleasure. 

Both hands came to glide around and under your knees, bringing them up to rest higher on his hips so he could hit deeper. his pace picked up and the sensation of his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over had your eyes fluttered, trying to stay focused on him. “Simon, fuck!” you choked out, his cock filling you up so much you want to keep him there, nuzzled deep inside of you. “missed you so much.” you cried out.

Simons watched you come undone on his cock. Your sweet little sounds, whimpering and moaning his name. Your mouth parted with pleasure blooming on your face as your eyes tried to maintain contact with his. “Fucking, beautiful. Taking me well.” he groaned.

Your legs wrapped around him, an attempt to pull him closer which gave you the best reaction from him. His hands almost flew to your ass, cupping both cheeks and pulling you closer, pushing his cock so deep you couldn't help the high pitched and breathy moan that escaped you. “So fu-full!” you rambled more nonsense about how full you were and how good he made you feel. With little room to move he focused on hitting that sweet spot deep in your pussy, pushing you over the edge with every roll of his hips. “Simon, Gonna cum!” you managed to choke out.

He hung his head and buried it in the crook of your neck. His breathing was fast and he was losing all thought as he fucked you. “Me too love.” His voice was husky and low against your skin. “Cum for me sweet thing, cum on my cock.” he groaned. Whimpering you felt your body instantly react to his pleading demand. Your walls clenched and squeezed his cock so tight his own release followed suit with your own. Your eyes were screwed shut and your maon hung open as you openly gasped and moaned as your pussy milked his cock. “Fu-uck, just like that.” he growled into your neck as his cum shot hot loads, filling you full. “So fucking tight baby, your pussy is taking everyting.” he growled into your ear, rutting his hips into you, making sure to keep his cock fully seated in your pussy while you both came down from your highs. 

Your eyes fluttered open as your head cleared a bit and you let your legs fall back down to hang off the counter. Your head snapped to his cock as he slowly began to slide out of you. You gasped and scooted closer, not allowing him to pull back any further as you clung to his shoulders. “Wait, please. Wait.” you look back up at him with half-lidded, pleading eyes. 

He held your hips in place gently. “Love, we're making a mess on the counter.” he teased, looking down where his cum was leaking out around his cock.

Your body was sensitive from not baing close to him or fucked properly for months and any movement made your walls flutter and pussy ache. 

He chuckled and slid back in with a shake of his head. “Love, you've got to be tired ya?” he asked, bringing a hand up to cradle your cheek, which you happily leaned into with a small content smile. 

You hummed and nodded a little. “But you made me all sensitive, if you move to much then…” you trailed off.

Smiling softly, Ghost leaned down to place gentle kisses along your jaw. You sigh and relax fully into his embrace. “That so?” his voice had a teasing edge to it now. “Your pussy is still fluttering around me.” He acknowledged. He was right, your pussy was still reacting even to his now soft cock still buried inside you. “Keep that up and I’ll have to fuck you again before i even pull out.” he warned with a smirk. 

You practically whined at his words. You shifted your hips enough to grind into him and instantly you felt his cock twitch. He jerked his hips back into you and you let out a surprised yelp that turned into a gasped moan when his hips did it again. 

With his cock hardening and making you squirm around him you can't hide how much you still needed him and how ready you were to take more of him. “Fuck i missed you.” he groaned.

And he proved it again, until you were full and dripping with his cum. He promised to make sure you stayed full all night, since you missed him so much.

[packsvlog]

Hey there! New follower here 👀 heard your ask is open (disclaimer: it's been a while since I've sent asks so I forgot how to format these) I was wondering if you could matchmake me with a character of your choice 🫶🏼

My characteristics:

• I'm an academic girlie and like helping peoplel around me (I take a lot of leader roles in uni)

•I can be quite bitchy in a way because I don't tolerate shit (or you can call it headstrong)

•I think I have a pretty good moral compass

•Very reasonable and logical when it comes to problems

•People say that I'm an independent woman (I am but I also secretly want to be babied by my S/O

•Plays volleyball

•Physically chubby but confident with my body

•Loves books, reading, and dancing

Thank you so much! On another note I hope we can interact more in the future, I'm looking forward to new moots/friends on this app🫶🏼🥹

hii luv, first of all, i want to say that you seem like a role model, i love intelligent strong woman! and pls, let’s interact, i would love to as well.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nanami and gojo.

ps: this are different relationships, not a throuple.

The thing that made Nanami Kento entranced by you was your strong input on whatever displeased you. Some people might think you’re an unpleasant company, but he loves to hear your complains on anything, mostly because he shares them as well. You both are the couple that “tsk.” whenever anyone pisses you off, and side eye each other, as a way of saying “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

This man loves your independence, he is a feminist (that’s a fact), he encourages you to do anything in this world, says it’s all yours to conquer. But, let’s be real, you haven’t payed for anything since he started to take you out. You dare whine, although is something you secretly loves, Nanami just smirks. He knows you, this facade you are putting only makes his smile larger. Nanami believes your money is yours and his money is for the both of you.

Your relationship is a very mature one, something the two of you are grateful for, because whenever a problem arrives or there is a slightly miscommunication, you sit down and talk your feelings to the other — that’s how you both have engraved in your minds the other’s mannerisms.

Whatever your job is, your academic inclination makes you his students’s favorite person to go whenever in need of help. Yuuji is always scratching his head with homework but you teach him well, Megumi is smart himself and just need clarification in some topics, while Nobara tries to girly talk with you. Your way of teaching her is through painting her nails and pretending the subject is gossip, as a result, her grades are top of the class.

Nanami tries to give you space when the students are over at your house individually, studying in your dinning table, but he’s always pulled by something and sits on your sofa, catching glimpses of you teaching, it makes his heart swell with pride and love — he hopes in the future is you with your babies, actually.

Nanami, as said before, loves to spoil you. He knows all your tastes, once every three weeks he stalks your cart from your favorite stores’s app and chooses what to buy. All is gifted to you with a bouquet of different flowers surrounding your favorite one and sweets. The audacity he has to be the most perfect man ever.

He does take you by surprise with a small weekend getaway for a little island, presenting you with tanning, all massages he can provide and playing volleyball with you. He is not as good as you, but Nanami can make some points. He blames the sand or sun on his skin, forgetting he have sunglasses on.

You love your body, Nanami loves it more. He likes to buy the dresses for your most expensive date nights, all eyes on you, but only his matter. He knows that, that fuels him a lot. Seeing you in summer dresses and bikinis does make him salivate — is summer, hot and sweaty, but he is by your side all the time. You haven’t applied sunscreen on your self since you arrived, his hands do it for you.

Every night on the trip, and every night on your home dates, Nanami and you are always at some point slow dancing to a calm song in the background, while you both whisper love confessions and asks about the day. He kisses your head every chance he has, and you peck his lips in response.

Loving Nanami is an easy task, you both fit each other perfectly, like mind reading. He loves to spoil you and at the same time to let you be the strong woman you are, letting to baby you inside your house, where all he does is hug you and say many many many “I love you.”

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· What made him fall for you was you snapping and shouting at Gojo — it was also the first time ever he saw you.

◛ ₊· He has a collection of watches to wear on special days, some of those he bought with a matching bracelet to always use with you.

◛ ₊· You used to be a jujutsu sorcerer, by your headstrong and moral compass, I think you would leave it all at some point after meeting Nanami to purchase a normal career, he hopes secretly to do the same some day and starts a new life with you.

◛ ₊· In the future, you both would be living in a coastal area, he is going be a bakery owner, making pastries, and his most famous piece is named after you.

──── ✿ ──── ✿ ──── ✿ ────

Gojo Satoru loves to be an annoying ass, but annoying you specifically has his knees weak. It’s not that he is an asshole, he just likes to pretend to be so he will get a reaction out of you — he always succeed.

Let’s say that you are still studying, maybe even purchasing a doctorate. Satoru is the proudest person ever, but he still will come behind you on your desk and kiss your most sensitive spot on your neck and behind your ears. His tactic works, unfortunately.

Every exam season, on your last one, Gojo always comes picks you up in his clearly expensive car, with bouquets and chocolate. He once tried holding a sign of “so proud of you” but you threatened to empty his snack drawer.

Gojo is a sucker for your “bitchy” personality. Wether is directed to him or anyone else, he loves how snappy you become and your comebacks. That’s why he loves to get you worked up, kissing your angry self is something he desires from time to time.

You try to make sure your boyfriend knows how important your independence is for you, but Satoru doesn’t care. He sends you the money for your whole school tuition, so you can leave your part time shitty job and focus on college (you begrudgingly accepts), he wants you to achieve your dreams, and hard work is really important to build character, but Gojo thinks you already are perfect and humble, and you have the right to have things easier — he is begging for you to use his money.

He pays for everything the two of you do, he only lets you pay for his sweet treats from time to time. Satoru loves the date nights and random trips to anywhere in the world, but mostly he actually loves paying for anything college related, he wants you to achieve your dreams. Besides the tuition, he gives you a new notebook, ipad, comfortable clothes, pays for any side courses you may want to take and study trips for conventions.

Satoru may be annoying, but he is the most supporting person ever. If any presentation you have is open to the public, your man is going. After, he gives you a lot of hugs and takes you out to dinner in any place you want.

Gojo does enjoy to test your buttons, but in sincerity, you would’ve never chose any other way! A man who worships any achievement of yours, that encourages all your desires and still, at the end of the day, hidden in your apartment, treats your as if you were a delicate flower to his touches and kisses, yeah, you are not letting him go — and he doesn’t want that either.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Gojo first thought of you was how pretty you looked with a scowl on your face.

◛ ₊· If given the chance to change his eye color, he would chose yours.

◛ ₊· Whenever you are studying in your house, he likes to sit by your side. Once he told you that he read somewhere the best way to learn something, is to teach others. He may be lost in whatever you are explaining to him, but he is wonderstruck with how smart and perfect you are.

◛ ₊· He loves to feed you his favorite candies so he can kiss you after and taste them on you.

◛ ₊· Satoru is easily satisfied! You once paid for strawberry ice cream, randomly, and he was the sappiest person on the planet for the rest of the day.

[pixelm0on]

Patience love

This started has something completely different but my mind started to wander as usual so enjoy the gojo rant.

Warnings: smut, established relationship, teasing, Afab body, not proofread (my bad) *Pls forgive the mistakes English is not my 1st language*

MDNI

"Hurry uuuup" the white haired boy whisper screams in the corner of your room, eyes fixed on the ceiling, accompanied by the annoying little pout he had been doing for almost two years now. "you're being annoying again" you answer searching through your closet for that on black shirt.

"you take forever to get dressed y/n". "it's been literally less than five minutes satoru" your body whips around expecting to see him in the same corner only to find his tall figure standing right behind you. eyes darting up to his and the smug smile knowing damn well he annoyed you but you persist "you set a timer that has not gone off remember" his smile fading into yours.

You're ready right at the second his timer goes off, you can feel his disappointment to lose this - very - trivial fight he started. Your smile grows to annoy him. He doesn't even need to see it. Suddenly his hands are on your hips, his warm breath felt right behind your ear. "You think this is funny hun?" his voice soft like a whisper immediately making your cheeks red but still you turn. His body pressed to yours, half lidded eyes burning into yours. The bulge in his pants growing more apparent.

"is your incredibly low patience amusing to me? Why would it not love?" a sudden rush of confidence flowing through you, something about his eyes seemed almost desperate for you. You reach your arms around his neck and smile. "Oh is that how it is?" his arms snake around you pulling you closer "think it's funny yeah?" lips so close to crashing, eyes still focus on each other. "lets see how patient I can be shall we?" finally his lips crash into yours in a hungry rush, he's got you against the wall melting at every touch already, his head dips between your neck leaving wet kisses down, hands groping your ass "hard to be patient is it?" he teases, his laugh sending shivers down your spine. "let's test that patience then"

"Sa..." he picks you up right away, he is not giving you a chance to protest. He lays you down on the bed, all his weight on you, his eyes dark with Lust "if you want to stop me just say the word" his lips landing on yours, you're not gonna stop him and he knows that. He knows you're too curious for your sake but he feels you melting under him has he takes apart your outfit, the very reason this came to be, smug smile on his face right before his mouth makes contact with your tits. His hand sliding so slow it's making you dizzy.

Biting your cheeks as his finges dip into your soaked cunt. "look at you trying so hard" he doesn't touch it. Hands grabbing your thighs and you tits hard, he makes his way kissing down your body. Taking his sweet time staring at your naked body. His starting to second guess this whole thing. You just look so pretty.

He looks up at you searching for anything from you, you smile. His big hands pulling your legs over his shoulders so you can't get away. He lands some bites in your thighs teasing, but you're not breaking just yet. Finally his flat tongue makes contact with the place he had been teasing earlier, a muffled moan escapes him when he can finally feel your taste on his tongue. "s'toru fuck" his cock twitching at your moans. Like a thirsty man he laps at your juices, your moans louder and louder with every pass of his tongue, you're already so close he can feel it so he stops.

"nonono why?" your desperate voice fueling the smile on his lips. "you have to be patient baby isn't that right?" the smug look on his face is already too much for you. How could he look this good and deny you like this? "please..?

"What was that love? Again?" before you could protest his lips were glued to your cunt, this time his fingers make their way to your hungry hole, the feeling is too much, prayers of his name fall from your lips. He stops. "Satoru!!!" your voice desperate again "please I'll beg I'll do whatever you want baby please" his laugh sending shivers again. "all you need to do is be patient love" his smile buried once again in your neck, hands groping your legs.

The frustration was building inside of you, you're desperate moans were like heaven to him. "s'toru, plesse just fuck me please" heaven. "shh oh my baby that what you want?" you nod frantically. Is he finally gonna let you cum he has to right?

His smug look faded as soon has he slipped into you, your hips working so hard to meet his, his name already falling from your pretty mouth how could he control himself any longer “fuck love…” his voice in your ear “toru please im sorry I said anything please just let me cum” your pretty whines entangling in his brain “fuck say it again my love” his hips shuddering “say it again” eyes blown with lust, forehead on yours as he finally starts moving”

“‘m sorry toru, please” that was all he really wanted and thank god you said it or he’s pretty sure he would have lost it anyway. Your warmth sucking him in, your whines so fucking perfect. He’s sure he’s about to lose his mind. He grabs your ass with one hand, sloppy kisses shared as his speed increases. “Fuck toru don’t stop please” your hands pull on his hair. God his losing it. Grabbing you impossibly closer “I wouldn’t dare my love” his hips slap against you harder and harder, his name is the only thing you can say “you feel so good fuck”

“Mine mine mine” your walls flutter at the prayers he didn’t even realise he was spiling, “you like knowing you’re all mine love?” You try to nod too engulfed in your own pleasure to do anything more his pace ungodly at this point, grunts fall around. “Cum for me love” you do almost as if you were just waiting for his words, shaking beneath him “thankyouthankyouthankyou” you’re pulling his hair leaving scratch marks and he couldn’t love it more. “Mark me up love” his voice whiny now sweat rolling down his forehead before his thrust faults, becoming sloppier as he gets close to his own high. “Fuck you feel so fucking good I can’t stop” he’s eyes flutter he’s so close, he can’t take it anymore when u lift your hips up searching for more of him. “Fuuuck”

He falls on you with his whole body weight, too weak to hold himself up, sloppily as he rides his own high away. You give each other a few minutes before looking at each other full of love. “Patience huh?” You say smirking at him. “Shit…”