#babies you’re too hot pls cool down

[frnkiebby]

our sweaty boys~🎃

[pandoraslxna]

❄️ Kinkmas — 11. Breeding ❄️

Neteyam x female omatikaya reader

⋆｡° ✮ Minors dni 🔞

⋆｡° ✮ Kinkmas Masterlist

⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: smut, knotting, breeding kink, mating cycles / in heat, rough sex, creampie

⋆｡° ✮ Translations: tìyawn = love

It wasn’t fair that Neteyam could still be so calm and collected, when you were reduced to a writhing mess beneath him.

But by eywa, it just felt too good to stay calm and collected.

Neteyam was long and hot and thick, and knowing him, every thrust of his cock was aimed precisely to spend the maximum amount of time sliding against your g-spot. Not that you were complaining. From the beginning he had set an unexpectedly fast, unrelenting pace, fueled by one specific thought.

"I’m gonna put a baby in you, tìyawn", was whispered into your ear, rutting into from behind until your arms and legs were shaking in their effort to hold you up. "I‘m gonna pump you so full of my cum, make you swell all nice and round with my child so everyone knows you belong to me. And you‘ll look so pretty like this."

You’re a shuddering wreck, taking the brutal pounding of your mate’s cock while your moans grew louder than your lungs should be able to muster.

"Nete– I‘m– oh eywa, it’s too much", you mewled helplessly. "M‘gonna come, fuck, I’m gonna c-come again!"

"Yeah? Come for me then", Neteyam said breathlessly, punctuating his point with a purposefully hard thrust of his hips. "Come for me and I will knot you, I will breed you just like my cock hungry little mate deserves."

Your pussy was so very sore, fucked more than raw, ripe red and ridiculously tender, but you didn’t care. You weakly pressed back against him, clenching hard around Neteyams throbbing cock as you came for what felt like the hundredths time that night.

"There’s my good girl", he praised lowly into your ear, nibbling at the sensitive lobe before he whispered, "Look at you, so pretty when you come. I think you deserve my knot now, don’t you agree? Want me to knot you, tìyawn?"

Neteyams hips only increased their pace, taking you harder, hands holding you tighter, tail coiling around your ankle to spread your legs impossibly wider. You were so full already, it was hard to imagine there’s any more room for his knot, but you want it so bad it physically hurts to not have him buried even deeper inside you.

"Neteyam", you wailed, "Neteyam, please! Pl-ease knot me! I need you, just please…"

"Keep moaning my name and I’ll give you just want you want, pretty thing", he groans his response and it doesn’t take you even a second to follow his command. His name falls from your spit slicked lips in incoherent brabbles and moans, greedily pleading for more until you finally feel it– hot and sticky, pouring inside you like molten wax, and you take every last drop of seed you’re given. If you could drink another load to help the process, you would.

Neteyam has always come so much during his ruts that you imagined you could probably bathe in it, but now that his seed has a purpose, it’s a torrential flood that threatens to pervade every centimeter of your body, and you could feel it drench your insides and pour down your thighs.

The feeling of being filled to the brim like this is like a cooling salve to the burning of your insides, the cure to your heat, but his knot is what you really need. But it’s also what threatens to turn your vision black.

"C-Can’t, I can’t! It’s too big", you whimper, fighting to hold still as his knot pushed past your entrance, but couldn’t help squirming as it grew past the point of exquisite and crossed over to too much.

It didn’t hurt per say, but there was a dull ache that you knew you would be feeling for days. You couldn’t believe that Neteyam was still coming, couldn’t imagine what that felt like to him, how overwhelming it must be, yet he seems so calm as he whispers soothing words into your ear.

"Shhh, you can take it, I know you can. Just relax for me, yes? You’re doing so good, tìyawn."

Neteyam’s knot then expanded itself so huge inside you, that you’re not sure how it’ll ever leave. Right now it felt as if you’ll be plugged with his cock until the end of time. You know, logically, that it’s for a specific purpose, that you wanted this, needed it, and that it’ll go down after a while, but at the moment, you really can’t imagine anything else. Your body has already been molded to the shape of his cock, his knot, and for a moment it hurts to think you‘ll be separated from your mate again at some point.

Your body is still trembling, still wracked with the remnants of pleasure, but Neteyam is draped so thoroughly over you, like a warm blanket, it makes you never want to leave this position again. Neteyam kisses the tip of your ear and nuzzles into your black curls, sighing happily, "My mate, you feel so good around me... I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my child, truly. But I wouldn’t mind if it didn’t take just yet, if that means I can have you like this over and over again."

He‘s now back to kissing every part of you that he can reach from his current position: your neck, ears, hair, cheek, shoulder, sometimes nipping and sometimes licking, and you squirm under the raining love, giddy in delight. "You’re insufferable", you giggle. "But even if it does take, what’s stopping us from having another, hm?"

At this, Neteyams ears perk up and his tail stands up straight in excitement.

[artdcnaldson]

You asked for blurb ideas & that thought here got stuck in my mind since this morning 🌞

Tennis Reader “thanking” Art after their training session in the locker rooms. ;)

Reader sneaks in men’s locker room after training together till evening, surprising (Stanford) Art under the shower + asking for some steamy extra cardio. 👀

And eventually Patrick walks in. Idk abt that but whatever you write is amazing, in every trope 🫶🏻

Rating: E (18+)

Warnings: SMUT (hj, fingering, p in v), throuple dynamics (+1)

A/N: Ok I’m sorry I know you said Stanford but 2019 era Art is ALLLL I can think about 🩷 forgive me for my transgressions pls

Tashi had set the whole thing up, holding his hand through it. Because Tashi and Patrick were off globetrotting for the tour— France, if he remembered correctly. Tashi just wanted to make sure he was taken care of, that his needs were being met. In his career… and otherwise.

You were a player out of… USC? He thought that sounded right. Recently graduated, doing well in the pros, already highly ranked with an excellent record. The perfect first player for Art Donaldson to coach.

She set up the entire thing, met with you to get things organized, and penciled training into his calendar with a tiny note.

Have fun without us -T

You were doing such a good job, even unwittingly— putting on the sweetest little show for him. When you’d miss a serve or a ball went out of bounds, you’d do a peppy little jog then bend over to grab it, completely unaware of the effect it might have had on him.

“I need to see how you play,” he had said as you dropped your bag on the side of the court. You smiled and nodded, and took to the opposite side of the net.

He beat you embarrassingly easily the first set. Sweat was beading on your forehead as you met him at the benches between courts and guzzled down water. When you finally came up for air, a little trail of water went from your plush bottom lip and down your chin.

He watched you lick the moisture from your lips, then wipe at the rest with the back of your hand. He swallowed hard.

“Do you want my advice?” He scratched at the back of his neck as you peered up at him expectantly. “You need to loosen up, you’re too tense.”

Your eyes widened at his direction, but you nodded. “Yeah, okay, Mr. Donaldson.” You drank down another gulp, then jogged back to the other side of the court, eager to please.

He watched you bend over, retrieving a couple of balls that you’d hit into the net, flashing tiny white spandex beneath your tennis skirt.

Jesus Christ, Tashi was evil.

By the afternoon, sweat dripped down your arms, along the line of your throat, dampened the baby hairs framing your face and the back of your neck, tacking them down to sticky skin.

“Why don’t we head to the locker rooms inside, then we can meet upstairs and go through a training plan.”

You smiled, looking so sweet and eager. “Okay.”

He was grateful for the shower— molten against aching, underused muscles. He hadn’t exactly just given up on everything after retiring, but his muscles weren’t being used the way they were used to— the constant strenuous training.

He closed his eyes, letting the spray hit his face and soak into his skin.

He heard a squeak and jumped, eyes flying open to the sight of you naked underneath one of the other shower heads, quickly adjusting the spray from ice cold to steaming hot.

“Turned it to cold on accident,” you said over your shoulder. “Women’s locker rooms are under maintenance. You don’t mind, right?”

He turned, cheeks burning pink as he tried his best to play it cool— act like he wasn’t checking you out. “No, uh, it’s fine.”

Were you in on it with Tashi? It certainly felt like it as he watched you lathering your body up with soap, maybe focusing too much attention to your tits.

You glanced over, caught him looking, and smiled. He turned away quickly with his pulse thrumming in his throat.

Fuck. He was already hard. It wasn’t exactly a surprise— he’d been half-hard just at the sight of you in that fucking outfit on the court.

He heard you laugh and looked back at you. You were looking right at him, amusement evident in your expression. “She said you’d be easy, but, Jesus, I thought you’d put up more of a fight.” 

You shut off the water of your shower and made your way over. Water dripped from your body, rolling down your skin in delicate rivulets. You stopped in front of him and ran a hand down his chest, making him shiver.

“Tashi told you?” His words trailed off into a groan as your hands moved between his legs, stroking the length of him in your delicate grasp.

“She told me to say thank you after every lesson,” you said. With each step forward you made, he took a step back, until you had him pinned against the cold tile. He moaned as your thumb ran over the tip of his cock, and you smile sweetly. “She showed me exactly how I should do it.”

“Showed you?”

You sped your hand up, twisting slightly with each tug upwards. “Mhmm. On Patrick. She went first, then I showed her what I learned.” You laughed softly, lips brushing along his jaw. “I’m a very fast learner. Patrick was very impressed.”

Fuck, he was going to get back at Tashi for not letting him be there for that. The mental image was enough to make his cock pulse in your grip. Maybe he’d just have you recreate it for him the second Tashi and Patrick came home.

Your lips brushed along the like of his jaw as you continued to jerk him off, your hand slick and tight and relentless. Just like Tashi’s would be. God, you really were a fast learner.

It would certainly make being your coach a lot easier.

“Art,” you hummed, breath hot against his ear. He nodded wordlessly, almost afraid that if he spoke, he’d wake up from a fugue state to find out that he’d just imagined it all and was mid-jerk off session.

Your lips moved against his throat, nipping gently at the expanse of soft skin. He tasted like sweat and tap water. Your words came out as a whisper, “You can fuck me now.”

He laughed shakily, flushed red down to his chest. “Now? You don’t want me to go down on you, or—“

He was cut off when you grabbed his hand and moved it between your legs. Dripping wet, silky soft, absolutely aching for him.

You moaned softly, leaning fully onto him for support as he rubbed at your clit. “T-Tashi—“ You stammered, losing that seductive bravado you’d walked in with. “Told me I should make you work for it. But, fuck—”

Art laughed softly. “You’re too needy.”

“Do you know how fucking sexy you sound when you play tennis?” You whined, breath going shaky as he pushed a finger inside of your aching cunt. “Halfway through the second set, I— god— I considered dropping the pretense and fucking you right on the— on the court.”

Tashi wouldn’t have that. When she came home, she’d clock that impatience train it out of you. She’d make you sit and watch, get so desperate you’d beg and cry for it. She had to do it to Patrick before— she would know just how to get you to the point she needed you at.

The tennis would be up to Art.

You were so wet, clenching around his finger, craving more. What the fuck would be the point in denying either of you any longer?

You whined when he moved his hand from you, but he wasn’t going to keep you waiting. He pinned you against the cold tile wall, lifting you up to where he needed. You smiled at him,wrapping your legs around his waist, coaxing him closer.

A shiver ran through you as his cock brushed over your folds— so close to where you needed him. His tip notched against your entrance and he pressed into you slowly, relishing in the way you held your breath, in the way your body opened up for him so eagerly.

He pressed his forehead against yours when he bottomed out, and you panted as you adjusted to him.

You were impatient. So fucking impatient. You rocked your hips against him, begging wordlessly for more. He leaned in, kissing you slowly.

“Art,” you gasped, pulling away from the kiss as he fucked into you, slow and deep. “Patrick told me that I should tell you that you’re supposed to fuck me, not make love to me.”

Of fucking course he did. “Is that what you want?”

You nodded, somehow looking so sweet split open on his cock. His hips met yours in a particularly harsh thrust and you cried out in surprise. You moaned so seeetly, your lips turned up in a smug grin. It was exactly what you wanted.

Your back slid against the slick tile wall as he drove into you again and again and again. Your cunt was so warm, and tight, and so fucking wet if squelched obscenely with each thrust.

Wet kisses were peppered along his jaw and throat along with soft murmured thank yous and praise.

“You’re so deep, Art,” you moaned into his ear. “Feels so good. Thank you, thank you.”

It had been a week since Tashi and Patrick were home. A week of having to find satisfaction with Patrick’s fucking lewd Snapchat videos and his hand.

And here you were— a sweet, tight, Tashi-approved plaything. Your manicured nails rubbing at your clit, your pussy clamping around his cock as you drew closer and closer to the edge.

What better foreplay was there than tennis?

You came first, which was a fucking Godsend. He had no doubt Tashi would’ve flayed him if she found out that he couldn’t even manage to get his new toy off before he did. Loud— not caring if anyone heard.

Tashi would train that out of you too, lest you get them banned from every fucking country club in the state. Or a TMZ article whispering about a tawdry affair.

He shut you up with a hungry, searing kiss. Tongue moving against yours, muffling your cries. He came buried as deep as he could possibly get, with his tongue shoved down your throat and his grip bruising your soft thighs.

The water had gone icy when you both detached from each other, finally taking the actual shower you needed. You happily shared a shower head since you’d wasted enough water as is.

You redressed, tied up your wet hair, and sat on a bench, tapping away at your phone while he did his best to look presentable, and not like he’d just fucked the athlete he was supposed to be coaching.

“Tashi and Patrick say hi,” you said casually, offering a killer smile.

Maybe retirement wasn’t that bad.

NEED to be the toxic triplets’ little plaything im clawing at the padded walls of my enclosure

Anywayssss feel free to send more blurb reqs 🩷

[bimbobaggins69]

Heavy metal parking lot

eddie munson x metal head fem!reader

summary: the last thing you ever expected was to hit it off with a cute guy at a Judas Priest concert, but stranger things have happened.

warnings: smut ahead, 18+ mdni, all porn almost no plot, no use of y/n, use of pet names (baby, princess, pretty girl etc.), smoking the devils lettuce, queer!eddie, reader has nipple piercings, dom/sub dynamics, some degradation (but eddie is still a simp), oral (m receiving), unprotected rough p in v sex (this is fantasy, pls don’t have unprotected sex with strangers), anal play (f receiving).

notes: just a dirty little one shot. Sorry, there will not be a part two. Thank you to my loves: @corrodedcorpses @take-everything-you-can & @stwritings for beta reading <3 also, blame @bettyfrommars & @xxhellfiregirlxx for me posting this filth on our holy day.

wc: 3.1k

This was a stupid idea, stupid, stupid.

But here you are driving to the market square arena, an hour away from home, dead in the middle of a scorching summer, alone.

You had this elaborate plan for months, ever since you had bought your tickets. You and your best friend Abbee were supposed to meet up at your house, get ready together, go grab some fuel and head to the show a little early to hang out in the parking lot. That unfortunately is not what ended up happening. You got ready…alone, got food…alone and now you’re making the trip…alone.

You can’t be mad at your friend, she did have a very valid excuse as to why she was unable to make it. You couldn’t help but to kick yourself for never being brave enough to put yourself out there and make new friends, but maybe that would change, maybe you would meet some cool people at the show, some Judas Priest fans seemed like the perfect place to start.

The parking lot was jam packed, men and women in all their Judas Priest or Dokken gear, huge banners held out by adoring fans, beer cans littering the lot as weed and cigarette smoke fog the air.

You finally find parking, lucky for you it seems to be the last vacant spot left, squeezed tight between a red Camaro and a brown van.

Better than nothing.

As you exit your black Honda accord, your eyes flit around the lot, taking in your surroundings as you breathe in the second hand smoke.

“Hey, sick shirt.” A gruff voice towards your left calls out. You look around for a second before your eyes finally land on the owner of the van that's parked beside you.

His brown wavy hair gets hit by a gust of wind, as if he’s some hot character in one of those movies that the protagonist is in love with. You definitely couldn’t deny his hotness.

His defenders of the faith shirt clung to his body like a second skin, tight dark blue jeans with a chain adorned his lower half along with white reeboks.

He had a joint perched between his two fingers as his eyes so boldly roamed your figure.

“Thanks,” you acknowledge, as you look down at your ‘hell bent for leather’ cropped tee, and then back up to meet his mischievous smirk. “Yours is sick, too.” You offer in a small but cheerful voice.

“You wanna come smoke with me, pretty girl?” He offers as the mischievous smile grows, like the grinch who stole Christmas.

“Uhh, sure why not?” You shrug, making your way over to the van and taking a seat on the red carpeted floor, your leather mini skirt now hiked up around the very tops of your thighs while your knee high boots hang out the side, resting on the asphalt below you.

“I’m Eddie.” He declares while holding out a heavily ringed hand, you stare it down ogling between his tattoos, black nail polish and badass rings before placing your smaller appendage in his, you firmly shake it with a smile as you tell him your name.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He chuckles before handing you the dwindling joint.

You take a hit while you let your eyes wander around the inside of his van, a small mattress set up with a colorful quilt and two fluffy pillows.

Various magazines of the adult variety scrawled out haphazardly on the floor, a six pack of coors lite sits on the arm rest between the two front seats, breaking the law plays out through the speakers.

Though he’s not the only one, various Judas Priest songs could be heard throughout the stadium's parking lot.

You take another small hit, passing back the now roach sized spliff. Eddie tries to get one more hit out of it, before throwing it to the ground and stepping on it with the toe of his white sneaker.

You begin to stand up with the thought that you may be overstaying your welcome, until Eddie puts a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to go.” The shy look on his face is the total antithesis of his cocky demeanor when he’d first waved you over.

“Oh, okay. I just didn’t want to bother or keep you from anything.” Your response is sheepish and the butterflies in your belly begin fluttering about.

“No baby, you're not keeping me from anything.” He beams.

That damn nickname pulls you in like a moth to a flame.

As you and Eddie grow better acquainted, you realize he has a great sense of humor with an eccentric personality.

You also quickly realize you want him.

Right here in the back of his van.

You scoot your bottom back, making your way into the wagon. The action causes your skirt to roll up further along your thighs, giving Eddie the perfect glimpse of your black panties.

You swing your feet inside and hoist yourself up on your knees, as graceful as possible. Waddling over like a penguin to fling yourself onto the mattress that had your mind wandering.

“Mmm, this is comfy.” You sigh with a smile, as your body burrows deeper into the off white sheets below you.

Eddie stands just outside the door, eyes unable to leave your backside as you cuddle up on his mattress. ‘Was this his lucky day?’ This shit never happens to him, well at least not with women anyway. He had better luck with men.

Thank you Judas Priest, Eddie silently prays to the sky before making his way inside the vehicle to join you.

“Mind if I lay down?” He mumbles, surprising you with his close proximity.

You turn, catching onto the puppy dog eyes he’s giving you; and what you would give to have them looking down at you while he’s working your body to sweet, sweet release.

“No, of course not.” You giggle, the sound makes Eddie twitch in his pants.

He was a sweet boy, you wanted him to fucking ruin you.

You turn to face him, head resting on your palm as you pat the spot beside you.

The sly smirk returns as he lays down on the mattress, mirroring your exact position.

“Shows gonna start in an hour.” He whispers, scooting in closer towards you, the warmth radiating off of his skin is sending your body into a frenzy.

“Mm, so we have enough time?” You sweetly whisper back.

“Enough time for what? Hmm?” Your bodies continue to gravitate together, a pull so strong it was like you were both attached to magnets.

“For this..” you breathily huff before straddling Eddie’s waist, the groan that escapes him makes your eyes roll back, as you begin to grind down on his growing erection.

“Fuck” Eddie hisses as his hands fall to your waist, now controlling your movements and pulling you in deeper.

“That’s exactly what I intend on doing.” The air gets caught in your throat as a small laugh leaves your lips, your clit catching on rough denim fabric, Eddie swears every time you giggle it’s like an angel gets its wings. It’s sweet and soft, just like you.

You lean in closer, soft plump lips meeting yours in a tangle of tongues, it’s hot and desperate as you are for each other.

Eddie moans into your mouth as your movements get more daring, practically bouncing on his clothed lap. His eyes quickly flicker to your tits as they jiggle with each bounce, it’s clear you’re not wearing a bra, and the idea makes Eddie’s mouth water and his cock stiffen. It feels the hardest it's been since he took a dick in his ass for the very first time. He needs to be inside you and he hopes you're willing to give him that, he’ll do anything for it, at this moment. He feels like a desperate idiot; but he is, he really is so fucking desperate for you.

You immediately notice the way Eddie’s eyes have been trained on the perky slopes of your breasts, with an ever growing smirk you take the hem and hike the shirt up and over your head to be discarded on the red carpet of his van.

“Holy shit!” Eddie practically pants, like a dog who’s out of water.

His decorated hands move up from your hips as they begin to tweak at your nipples, nimble fingers rubbing over the double balled jewelry that sits on each hardened peak.

“Fuck, such pretty tits!” He groans “and they’re pierced, Jesus.” Eddie was enthralled, absolutely fucking enthralled by you.

You lean down, planting soft kisses to Eddie’s long, beautiful neck, leaving behind remenits of your red lipstick and spit soaked bruises.

“Mmm…” he hums as you suck and bite at a spot under his ear lobe.

“Please, fuck me.” You breathily murmur into his ear, before you lift yourself back up using his pecs as leverage, eyes meeting his as you gauge his reaction to your plea.

“You sure, baby?” He whispers before leaving a sloppy kiss to your jaw.

“I’m so sure, please Eddie.” The way you moan his name as you beg for him creates something feral inside of Eddie, his eyes now glazed over into something dark, his jaw tightens as he grabs two rough handfuls of your ass, that are now exposed while your skirt sits carelessly on your lower back.

His right hand slowly glides up your body and into your hair, quickly tightening his fingers around the strands at the base of your neck.

“You want my cock, princess?” He challenges through his teeth.

“Yes, mmhmm, so bad!” You insist with a shout, having your hair pulled has always made you drip between your legs.

“Then go on.. take my cock out, you cock hungry little slut.” He growls as his fingers wrap tighter around your hair before quickly pulling his hand away, he gives your ass one hard spank before he’s back to grabbing at the meat.

You make quick work of his handcuff belt, unbuttoning and swiftly pulling down the zipper before dipping your thumbs into the waistband of both his boxers and jeans and peeling them off, leaving both garments to sit around the tops of his knees.

The sight you’re met with causes you to gasp, he has to be at least 9 inches, it was red and throbbing, wetness from his precum already saturating the mushroom tip.

“Like what you see, baby?” He brags with a smirk that could make Satan himself shiver.

“You’re so pretty, every part of you.” You admit as you lick your bottom lip, with hunger in your eyes.

Eddie wraps a ringed hand around the base of his cock, vulgarly slapping the air with it,

“Where do you want it, huh sweetheart?” His grunt made more slick pool from your needy cunt.

Showing is better than telling, so you plant your knees between his thighs, bringing your face mere inches from his pulsing hard sex.

“Holy fuck, are you gonna—” his eyes roll back as your tongue glides up the underside of his cock, before wrapping your lips around his tip. “No girl has ever given me head.” He huffs while throwing his head back.

You let go of his cock with a wet pop, “no one’s ever sucked your dick before?” You scrunch your face up in confusion, there’s no way he’s never been treated to some head, that would be a travesty.

“I have, j-just not by a-a women.” He stutters out in embarrassment, as his face flushes a bright red that travels down his neck.

It takes you a second to understand what he means, “oh” was all you said, before shrugging and getting back to work on his tip.

He smiles down at you, pulling all of your hair out of your face and holding it together in a makeshift ponytail as he gently guides your head up and down on him, until you’re taking him deeper, so deep your nose is now brushing against the curly hairs at his base, you swallow his tip down before you begin rapidly moving and twisting your head as if a women possessed.

“Oh my— whoa, fuck baby!” He keens into the stuffy air of the van, “your mouth feels so fucking good!” He begins rapidly pumping his hips up, fucking your throat as spit strings fall to his balls, you reach a hand out and begin massaging them, making him growl in pleasure.

“Okay baby, okay angel please, please stop.” Eddie whimpers as he pulls you off of his cock, the spit on your lips remains connected to Eddie’s tip.

He rubs over the messy swollen flesh with the pad of his thumb, as he hums in satisfaction.

“All fours, now.” He commands before shifting up and onto his knees, you crawl further up the mattress, finally laying your head against the sheets that were now dampened by his back, you arch your ass up while making sure your stomach was equally lowered, the position causing your ass to stick out more for him.

“Good girl.” He praised before giving your ass another harsh slap. “Let’s get these off of you.” Eddie slides your black thong over your butt and down your legs, slowly pulling them off from around your feet.

He throws your panties towards the front of the driver's seat, the black fabric lands perfectly on his dashboard. “M’keepin’ those.” He chuckles.

You’re so lost in desire, that someone could’ve told you Rob Halford himself was out signing autographs and you wouldn’t have bat an eyelash or made any attempts to move.

“Fuck, look at these pretty holes.” Eddie groans while running the tips of his fingers from your clit up towards your asshole. “You like getting all of your holes filled, princess?” He smirks at the way your body reacts to him and how loud you moan at his words.

Your ‘yes’ is muffled by the mattress, Eddie’s having none of it.

SLAP!

“Speak up!” He grumbles, before taking both cheeks roughly in his hands and spreading them.

“Yes! I love it!” Your wail has Eddie’s smirk growing more devilish

“I know you do.” He mocks as his middle finger teases your entrance, he causes your body to writhe and groan in desperation by slipping just the tip of his finger in and out of your aching hole.

Finally after all of his teasing, he slips his full finger inside, pumping in and out at a splitting speed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He gasps while resting his head on your backside as he still works you with his finger, finally slipping another one in and scissoring them in an attempt to stretch you out.

He hasn’t even fucked you, yet you’re still an incoherent mess as slobber begins to pool on the sheets below your face.

His head starts to slowly move closer to where you’re spread, you gasp and wiggle when you feel his wet tongue slowly lick over your puckered hole.

“Oh fuck!” You blubber, the action making you clench around Eddie’s fingers.

“Mm, oh you like getting your asshole licked?” He scoffs in a teasing tone “it feels good, doesn’t it?”

All you can do is nod and sob into his cheap cologne smelling sheets.

Slowly slipping his fingers out as he moves in closer, replacing his digits with his throbbing cock.

“You ready, princess?” He surveys as he runs his calloused hands up and down your back, gently rubbing at your soft skin.

“Mmhm, I’m ready.” You consent while lifting your head to get a good look at him as he slides into you.

His tip begins breaching your entrance as your eyes remain locked on each other, you and Eddie’s brows are both furrowed and jaws slack as he pushes in deeper.

“Oh, fuck!” Eddie growls as he continues to stretch you out. If he were to die in this very moment, he would die a happy man, the way your pussy is squeezing and choking him; he’s fucked tight assholes, but never a pussy this tight and he thinks it might be his new favorite thing, the way you get so effortlessly wet and the ridges on your walls that stimulate his cock so sensationally. The weed makes his mind go to some weird places; maybe I found some kind of holy grail pussy? He shakes his head of the weird thoughts beginning to plague his mind.

“Yes, right there!” Your screeching brings him back down to this dimension, making him drive deeper and pound harder into you, hitting that spongy spot over and over until you’re shaking underneath him, knees almost buckling at the intense pleasure that is now conquering your body. His fingers are pressed so deep into the skin of your upper thighs, that you’re positive they’ll be bruised by tomorrow.

“Right there?” Eddie mockingly smirks as he hits it over and over with his tip, “that your spot, baby?”

Your “mmhmm” comes out so whiny and desperate, he knew you were close and so was he but he needed to see you fall apart first.

Eddie quickly brings his thumb up to his lips, the calloused finger dipping into his mouth as he sucks, getting it all nice and wet before you feel it prodding your unused hole, he begins thrusting faster as his digit reaches the second knuckle. “Oh my god, you have the tightest fucking holes.” He sounds so out of breath and fucked out by this point, his loud groans, filthy words and extra finger are making you reach that peak of toe curling completion at a hurdling speed.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whine as you begin to back up into his thrusts, making his cock and finger hit deeper depths.

“Yes, cum for me baby.” He urges as he’s on the precipice of his own high.

“Yes, yes…” you babble as your body tenses, uncontrollably shaking as you come undone, Eddie’s thumb continues to work your asshole, while he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ll probably ever have.

“I-I’m coming baby, fuck!” Eddie shouts before he pulls himself out of your tight heat, hand maniacally working his cock until his warm seed spurts into your stretched out asshole.

“Holy shit!” He groans while his body falls over yours, you both begin to laugh until you hear someone pound their fist on the side of the van.

“Hey, Eddie—” you gasp at the disturbance, eyes going wide when you catch a glance at the metalhead, “the show's about to start man, everyone’s lining up at the door!” The raspy masculine voice calls out again, before you’re left in silence.

You and Eddie begin frantically getting dressed in hopes to get a good spot in line.

Once out into the fresh summer air, Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders, “you wanna watch the show with us, princess?” He proposes with a sweet grin, while lighting a cigarette.

You were right, a Judas Priest concert was the perfect place to make new friends.

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@michellecrusher @ali-r3n @crybabyddl @definitelynotecho @ajkamins @daniellabrandt @bl4ckt00thgr1n

[slasherwife]

Slashers reaction when their s/o catches them without mask for the first time? Pls and thank you!

s/o catches their slashers without a mask

awww yes!! i must give happy endings to all of these 😭🫶

warnings: extra short bc daddy bo doesn’t wear a mask 🥲💗

thomas hewitt:

He feels guilty

He wasn’t careful and now he’s scarred you from letting you see his scarred face. He’s ashamed he couldn’t keep you from himself 😭❤️‍🩹

And in a way it feels invasive. He feels like he’s been seen naked, and he quickly looks away with the feeling of embarrassment and shame fills him💔

He goes to leave, quickly entering the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

after about a minute of refusing to look at himself in the mirror, he hears gentle breath coming from the other side of the oak wood door.

his better half, asking if he’s okay. that it looked like he saw a ghost, and then laughing. then telling him that you miss him. and that, “by the way, you’re beautiful.”

he starts to cry, smiling, and looks into the mirror at the face that they said was beautiful. 💗💗

jason vorhees:

jason isn’t really self aware like thomas is. he isn’t one to worry about what he looks like anymore 🤗

i mean, he does worry that you won’t find him attractive, but it’s not to the point where he will refuse to ever let you see him with his mask off!

the first time was when he was down by the lake, sitting down washing a trap that had flesh still inside, minding his own💞 he had taken off his mask to breathe freely the lake air.

he had thought you’d been asleep for a long time, inside the cabin. and he had been so threaded in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the door open.

“hi jason” your voice rang out sweetly, slightly caught off guard because his mask was off but nontheless wanting to greet him🫶

he says nothing (obv), but instead of giving you his long soft glance like he usually does, he looks away, and down, almost trying to hide his face as he grows stiff

you grow slightly deflated, but your love for him seems to intensify, and you can’t stop the words before they come out, “you have beautiful eyes.”

jason’s eyes flicker to you, then back to the ground, then pats the ground beside him for you to keep him company 💕💕🥺

michael myers:

this guy is the literally opposite of thomas he does not care at all😭 he is literally so not self aware at all

he likes his mask but sometimes the thing gets real smelly so he has to throw it in dishsoap water yk 🥲

then you come around the corner he’s like “oh hey y/n” literally nothing off about what’s being seen atm 😃😂💞

you TRY to play it cool but at the same time you’re like fangirling over seeing your hot smexy murderer husband without a mask for the first time 💕😇

but at the same time like he probably sleeps without the mask on so i’m assuming y’all sleep separate until now 🥲

if not then you see it so early into the relationship like it’ll be no big deal 😇💕

bo sinclair:

boy doesn’t wear a mask, his face is too hot and sexy to be contained 😍

vincent sinclair:

absolutely horrified. he doesn’t even like being alone without his mask on that much.

has literally considered waxing the actual mask to his face permanently😕❤️‍🩹

he just was repairing it— he got too close to a radiator on accident and needed to repair it. then his baby walked in🥺

hears the door open and IMMEDIATELY flinches away. he knows you caught a glimpse, and he’s terrified, and mortified.

he’s breathing deeply, frozen, stiff, like one of his sculptures. you on the other hand are concerned. 🥹

“darl? is everything okay my love?” you call out softly, so not to startle him💞 he doesn’t answer, and doesn’t move.

“i went looking for some petrol, i knew you wanted some for your art. it’s in the shed.” he noticed that you never called his statues “sculptures” or “wax dolls” like bo always did. you called them “art” 💝💞

“honey you don’t have to hide from me. i will always respect your privacy, i will never ask you to show me your face. but you will never have to hide from me because i love all of you.” 🥹💗

you say this to him and he softens like the wax on his mask. it was within the next few days that he’d rather throw it into the fire than melt it into his skin forever 💞💞

[writerracha]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ like never before, part 2 — han jisung x female reader

↻ 2.2k :: best friend's brother :: cw. explicit smut. soft dom!jisung, oral sex, fingering, handjob, overstimulation, choking, hair pulling, use of "baby," "baby girl," "slut".

you spend a part of your summer vacation at your rooomate's house, and her older brother is making you feel things you've never felt before. part two of a series of encounters. -- this time, jisung wants to honor his promise.

↻ 18+ mdni :: not proof read, pls be kind :: masterlist

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You turn on the light in the small room, carrying your bundle of clothes under your arm. There’s not that much to wash but you still insist on doing it yourself - your best friend’s family is already kind enough to let you stay at their house, it’s the least you can do. Besides, it won’t take very long. 

The house is quiet today. Your best friend is gone to spend the day with her boyfriend, so you have some time to yourself. You cleaned the guest room you’re staying in, and you’re feeling hungry so you will get the washing started and make yourself a snack. Your earbuds are blasting a song you like, so you bop your head as you put your clothes in the machine. You make sure you start the right cycle, and turn on your heels to head for the kitchen. 

Except you collapse into someone’s arms. You gasp in surprise and slight fear, looking up at Jisung with wide eyes. You didn’t hear him coming because of your music - you didn’t even know he was in the house. He went out with friends the previous night, so you were sure he was still sleeping. But he’s there, smiling mischievously, holding your arms in this room that suddenly feels very small. 

You remove your headphones, laughing nervously. “Jisung, you scared me…”  

“Sorry,” he answers, not looking sorry at all. “Just wanted to say good morning.”  

“I thought you were sleeping,” you reply a little shyly, because he still hasn’t removed his arms from around you. His penetrative gaze and messy hair under his reverse baseball  cap is derailing your thoughts, too. “Did you have fun last night?” 

He nods. “It was cool. You should come next time.” 

“Maybe,” you smile. “Are you hungry? I was going to -” 

“You listened to what I told you, huh?” he interrupts you.

You blink in confusion. Jisung arches an eyebrow, his fingers descending down your arm. It sends a shiver through your body, and you close your eyes as he leans in your ear. 

“The panties,” he whispers. “Your panties, stained with my cum.” 

He places a brief kiss in your neck and you have to bite your lip to hold back from moaning. Of course you haven’t forgotten about what happened between you - in fact, it’s pretty much all you can think about. Jisung’s hot breath against your skin, his cock nestled between your thighs, the way he grunted as he came… You’ve been aching for more since, hoping he would visit you during the night again, but he hasn’t for the past two days. 

“No,” you breathe. “I kept them.”  

Jisung chuckles. “Good girl.” He looks at you, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “Although… I’ve been waiting for you to visit me. Why haven’t you?” 

You part your lips, blushing. “I - I just… I didn’t -” 

“You can’t be expecting me to make all the moves, huh, baby? I’m going to need you to ask for it. Maybe even beg. I want to see how much you want this… How desperate you can be…” 

He leans into your ear, giving your earlobe a quick lick, and you have to clench your fists to keep your legs from bucking. 

“But I did make a promise, didn’t I? What did I tell you?” 

Jisung trails his tongue down your neck and you sigh. 

“Tell me,” he says in a demanding voice. “Repeat what I said.” 

“That you’d show me how hard your tongue can make me cum,” you answer.

He chuckles. “You remember that well, huh? Of course you would.” 

He pushes you against the washing machine and you grab his shirt, looking at him with wide eyes. “Ji, anybody could -”  

“My father’s gone golfing and my mom’s on the phone with her friend,” he shrugs. “No one  is going to pay attention to us. The noise of the machine will cover those cute little moans  of yours…” 

He closes the door of the small room and quickly lifts you, sitting you down on the machine. It vibrates under you, your eyes glassy from desire, as Jisung takes your chin in between his fingers.

“Look at that little face. I barely touched you and you already look fucked out. Are you wet for me, baby?”

You nod, Jisung lowering his hand so he can squeeze one of your tits in his hand. 

“Let me see those tits.”  

He helps you remove your t-shirt and your sports bra, staring at your tits with a grin. He places himself between your legs, his crotch pushing against your already throbbing core, and leans in to swirl his tongue around your nipple. You moan softly as he kisses and licks your tits, massaging them in his hands. It feels incredible with the warm machine moving under you. You instinctively roll your hips to create friction. 

“Such a horny little slut,” he breathes. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you…” 

Leaving your tits, Jisung’s hand crawls between your legs and pushes against your shorts, right above your clit. You whimper, craving more, and you can feel him smile against your tits. 

“So fucking wet,” he growls. 

He impatiently removes your shorts, tugging at your panties with a playful smile. 

“We’re not keeping those on today,” he says. “I need to see that soaked cunt all spread out for me.”  

You nod, and lift your ass off the machine.  Your shorts and panties end up on the floor, so you sit there completely naked for him. Jisung takes a second to look at you, smirking, palming his hardening cock above his sweatpants. You’re so wet you know you’re probably already making a mess, feeling slightly dizzy with need. No one has ever made you feel this way. 

“Jisung,” you whisper, reaching for him. 

“Hm? What is it, baby?” he asks, his voice hoarse. He’s still stroking himself looking at you, so you spread your legs open so he can take a look at your soaked folds. You bite your lip, your fingers playing with your tits. 

“Please touch me,” you whisper. 

“Say it louder,” he grunts.” 

“Please touch me,” you say again, louder this time. “I - I need you… Please…” 

Jisung closes the distance between you, his fingers landing around your neck. He doesn’t squeeze, only holds you, and it makes you clench around nothing. 

“Such a fucking slut you are,” he growls. “Already begging for it, huh? Wait until you feel my cock stretching you. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.”

At the same time his fingers make contact with your wetness, and you shudder against his touch. He circles your clit, spreading your slick all across your cunt, and enters two fingers inside of you. You moan as Jisung squeezes the fingers around your neck, clenching hard around his digits. 

“Oh, you like that, huh?” he chuckles in your ear. 

He squeezes a little harder and you whimper, desperately thrusting your hips. 

“I’m going to remember that for later,” he tells you. “But I did make you a promise…” 

His breath leaves your neck as Jisung lowers his body, his tongue leaving a wet trail on your chest and stomach. He stops in front of your cunt, spreading your legs further apart  with his hands. He starts to kiss your inner thighs, and you slightly lean back on the machine. You’re lost in the bliss he is creating, forgetting where you are, who could decide to walk in at any moment. 

“Beautiful,” Jisung breathes. “A fucking feast.”  

Then his mouth is all over you at once and you have to hold back a scream. You gasp. He is kissing you everywhere, licking you everywhere. Sloppy sounds can barely be heard above the washing machine under you, but you feel everything. His tongue digging deep in your folds, touching all the spots that make you go crazy. You haven’t experienced oral sex a lot in your life, and it has never even come close to this. 

Your head falls backwards, one of your hands grabs his head - his cap falls back on the floor and you slide your fingers in his hair. Jisung eats you out like you really are a feast, moving his tongue up and down and around, his lips slurping your wetness. He pushes you a bit back so he can reach your entrance, teasing his tongue around it, his mouth making you lose grasp on reality. 

You can’t even say anything, you can only moan, you can only whisper his name frantically. Jisung smiles against your cunt, and although your own eyes are closed, you can feel him looking at you. 

“Fucking go crazy for me,” he tells you. “Cum all over my fucking face.”

He is so skilled at finding exactly what works for you, and he doesn’t waste any time insisting on it. The combination of the vibration of the machine makes you lose your mind. When you cum, you cry out in pleasure, pushing his face against your folds, feeling your juices spill out in his mouth and on your legs. You are soaked. 

You breathe out, sitting up as Jisung continues to make out with your cunt.  

“I’m - I came, Ji - please -” 

“Oh, no, this is not over.”   

He resists against you, his tongue relentlessly lapping at your throbbing clit, and you cry out in both pleasure and desperation. You sit up, the overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes. 

“Fuck, Jisung!” you whimper.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, Jisung inserts two fingers in your hole again, stretching it, reaching deep inside of you. You pull his hair but he still doesn’t move, and your body starts to shake. A second orgasm takes over you quickly, and you pant in exhaustion, clenching around him. You cum so hard your juices are spilling down from inside of you. Jisung finally slows down as you fall backwards, standing up to hold you with his arm. 

You are breathing hard, covered in sweat and your cum. Jisung kisses your temple, chuckling softly. 

“Open your eyes,” he tells you. 

It is hard to do it, but you manage. He is holding his fingers up, both covered in your slick. His chin and lips are too, and you blush in embarrassment, although you also find it extremely hot. Jisung licks his fingers clean, slides his tongue on his chin, all the while smiling at you. His eyes are dark and shining.  

“Come here,” he whispers. “Taste it.”

To your surprise, he kisses you. It is not a tender kiss, although it remains gentle - he pushes his lips greedily on yours, making sure you can taste yourself on his mouth. He parts your lips open to slide his tongue around yours, and you arch your back against him.  It feels good to kiss him. It makes sense, even with your mind completely empty of thoughts, trying to recover from your two intense orgasms.

You can feel his erection on your leg, so you slide your hand in between your bodies, palming it. Jisung hisses, his cock throbbing in response. 

“You took such good care of me,” you tell him. “Let me make you cum.” 

Jisung hums and nods, so you take it as a sign. You push his pants down, taking his cock out. It’s already rock hard in your hands, the tip covered in pre-cum. You roll your thumb on it, spreading the liquid on the rest of his length. Jisung grunts, his hands grabbing your waist tightly.  

“I want that cock around my lips,” you whisper.

You start to move, but Jisung stops you. “As much as I love hearing those words escape your mouth, I’ll fuck it another day. I’m not going to last long.” 

You pout in disappointment, but Jisung gives you another kiss. 

“Jerk me off,” he breathes. 

You nod and start to move your hand up and down his cock. Jisung breathes out sharply, bucking his lips on the same rhythm as you. Soon he is fucking your fist, grunting deeply, and you lean in to kiss his neck, licking his skin. It seems to work because he thrusts quicker, so you suck at his skin, near his collarbone. He lets out a moan, throwing his head back slightly, whispering unintelligible words. 

“Fuck, fuck, yes, that’s it -” 

He breathes out sharply as he reaches his climax, spurts of cum covering your stomach and your tits. You look down as he paints you white, your cunt fluttering at the sight. You can’t believe you are doing this - and that you love it so much. Looking up at Jisung, his closed eyes, his parted lips, you feel strangely safe. Seen, even. 

“That was so fucking hot, Ji…” you can’t help but say.

He opens his eyes, grinning at the sight in front of him. “You look even more gorgeous covered in my cum, baby girl.” 

You can’t help but smile. He leans in to give your cheek a quick kiss, tucking his cock back in his pants and reaching for his hat. 

“Now what was it you said about food? I’m really hungry.” 

You laugh, and he’s quick to do the same.  

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eheh this is a bit longer than I expected... but I really hope it will not disappoint!! 😭 please please please let me know if you enjoyed and if i should keep writing this (or if i ruined it) 😭 i do still have plenty of ideas... eheh. love you guys!! have a fantastic weekend!!

taglist :: @lix-ables -- @iwannabangchan -- @yeongyulix

series taglist :: @changbinsrightboob -- @yjeonginlvr -- @fawnpeaks -- @angelescent

[sunnyyangie]

NSFW MDNI!!

kinkmas day ten! threesome, drunk sex

keeho x reader x jiung

warnings: dom!keeho, dom!jiung, double penetration (vaginal and anal) praise, degradation, non idol/college au (keeho is referrred to as stephen since its non idol), they’re frat boys 🤕 reader is referred to with they/them pronouns + has female anatomy, this might be dubcon? bc theyve all drank but they all do enjoy and want it BUT DONT DO THIS IRL YALL pls be safe

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you groan after the stranger across from you throws their ball into your last red solo cup, accepting defeat and taking another shot. your cup pong partner exchanging a goodbye with you when you declare you’re done for the night.

you push past the crowd of people to stumble into the frat houses’ kitchen, finally getting some water to try and hydrate yourself.

“hey!” a voice calls from the side of you, you turn and notice two boys approaching. you vaguely remember seeing them throughout the few years, never really talking to them much besides for a few parties here and there and such activities.

you smile at the duo, “hi.”

“sorry, random question, we were wondering if you wanted to dance with us?” the blonde says, jiung is his name if you remember correctly.

you furrow your eyebrows. “both of you, wanna dance with me? at the same time? like you’ll share?”

they nod, and the dark hair boy speaks up. “only if you’re okay with that.” you’re pretty sure that’s stephen.

you hesitate for a moment, then fuck it, “sure!”. it’s the last year of college for you so why the fuck not. live your life!

you set your glass down when jiung grabs your arm and starts pulling you to where the music is loud, stephen following behind you, a gentle hand on your back. once you enter the makeshift dance floor, you let them guide you on how to dance.

stephens’ hands softly grab your waist, and jiungs’ are just above his. you having your arms around the blondies’ shoulders. you let go of your worries and the alcohol flows through your system, you feel warm and tingly, and are feeling brave as you start to push your ass back onto the dark haired boy behind you. a soft groan escapes his lips and you smirk to yourself.

you notice how jiung looks at the boy behind you and nods at him.

“wanna take this to my room?” jiung asks you.

you quickly nod, “please.”

the route to his room upstairs is a blur, again with their hands on you to help guide, this time their touches feeling hotter. finally entering his room, they lead you to sit on the bed.

stephens’ hand rubs your arm, while jiungs’ rests on your thigh. the attention making you feel small and squeeze your legs shut.

“are you gonna let us fuck you, baby?” stephen asks.

“yes,” you don’t even need to think twice. “fuck me, want both of you.”

the duo immediately strip off their bottoms, while you go to take off your dress until jiung stops you. “can we fuck you in your dress, doll? you look so hot in it.” he eyes you up and down as he caresses your sides.

“have you tried anal before, angel?” stephen questions, his hand under your chin.

you shake your head, mumbling a soft ‘no’.

“how about you suck jiung off while i prep you for it, hm?”

“okay,” you’re a bit nervous for a first time experience, but you trust him. you look to the blonde who has sat back against the bedframe, legs spread with his hardening dick in his hand.

you crawl towards jiung and situate yourself to face down, ass up position. you take your own hand and wrap it around his dick, spitting on it so it’s not too dry. once you start slowly pumping him, you feel a long wet strip against your pussy and to your hole, a foreign but good sensation. you whine and wrap your lips around his length, trying to not be so vocal just yet.

your tight dress gets pushed up, fully exposing your bottom half. you hear a bottle cap opening behind you and suddenly a cool liquid falling onto your ass. long fingers rubbing against it to coat it in the lube.

one finger starts to prod at your tight hole, your legs nearly shaking from anticipation. once it finally starts to slide in, you whimper around jiungs’ dick and start to remove yourself from him until his hands reach in your hair and grab, pushing you back down onto him. you moan and nearly choke on him. jiung groans in response, “taking us so well, doll.”

stephen then starts to slip in his second finger, you consistently moaning around jiungs’ cock. the stretch giving you a mix of emotions, both pleasure and pain. one hand having to grip the sheets, the other trying not to squeeze the life out of the boy.

the man behind you removes his fingers while you whimper, and jiung gently pulls you off him. “you gonna let us fuck you at the same time, angel?” he says.

you nod, “god yes, fuck. okay.” you feel drunk off them and the liquor.

stephen lays back next to his friend, patting his bare lap, his dick laying against his stomach after putting a condom on. “come sit here, baby. lemme stretch you out some more.”

you do as told, situating yourself on top of him. facing the blonde as he starts to roll on a condom, too, then he slowly massages your thighs. stephens’ hand grabs your waist to help guide you onto his cock. you feel him poke at your back hole, slowly pushing through as you start to softly moan from the feeling. it becomes a bit too much for you as stephen is so big so you begin to whine and grab at jiung. he continuously kisses your chest and rubs your sides to calm you down.

stephen speaks up, “almost filled up, doll. you’re doing so good.” he squeezes your waist for reassurance. you completely sit back onto him and whine. being completely full of the guy behind you. he places a few kisses on your back. “wrap around me so well.” he lets you stay still to let you adjust to his size.

“ready for me, babe?” jiung asks and you nod. he comes closer and lines up with your wet pussy. sliding in, you both hum from the feeling. you clench, being full in one spot and getting filled in another was breathtaking. “you suck me right in, fuck.”

once bottomed out, he asks, “you good or do you need a minute?”

“just fuck me now, please.” you make puppy eyes at him, tears ready to fall because you need friction and a release now.

they both slowly start to fuck into you, getting completely filled up and then emptied on repeat made you breathless. “oh, my god, feels so fucking good, guys.” you cry out.

jiung hums, “you like two guys fucking you, hm? letting us claim your holes as ours?”

“our perfect doll,” stephen grunts. “fuckin’ love your ass.” he bites at your shoulder.

“shit,” you play with your clit until jiung does it for you. “so close, keep going.” you pant.

when they pick up the pace, they become more vocal, feeling their hot breaths and having their moans right in your ears.

“such a dirty little slut for us, taking two cocks at the same time. maybe we should always use them like this?” the dark haired boy says to jiung.

nodding, “they were made for us. perfect doll.”

the way they talk about you makes you snap, creaming around jiung and clenching uncontrollably, sending the duo to their own orgasms. the three of you sit there to regain your breathing until you hear the sound of the party getting louder downstairs.

“i think we missed the ball drop.”

[pro-mammonologist]

Bro I woke up and something came to my mind. What if mammon had a wet dream of you while you slept next to him 😳.

Anyway pls make a story/headcanon of this or I... uh..I.. Unfollow you👹!!

First off, yes, lovely idea. Secondly, you are likely a mammonwhore, you would not unfollow me because I’m in your timeline too much.

Anywaaayyys

“Fuck!” Mammon whipped himself up from out of the covers, breathing heavy and panting. He was covered in sweat from head to toe. You stirred next to him, whining.

“Did you have a nightmare?” You mumbled, rubbing his side. He flinched at your touch.

“No… no I didn’t.” He laid back down and turned to you. “Did I wake you?”

“Yeah. It’s okay I’ll go right back to sleep. I need you to hold me.” You tried to inch toward him but he moved back and you were confused. “Mammon, you don’t want cuddles?”

“I…uhhhh. I’m really sweaty.” He lied. Really, he didn’t want you to feel the damp spot on his underwear and the hardening of his cock.

“Mmm… okay. Lemme tangle my legs with yours at least.” You moved your legs between his and he jumped again. “What’s up with you, are you okay baby?” You brushed the hair out of his face and felt the heat radiating off him. “You always wanna cuddle.”

“I—“ he didn’t answer. “I’m really hot that’s all.” He was desperate to cover up his tracks.

“Are you getting sick? Usually you’re always cold.” You went to turn on the light, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“No! No I’m fine I promise!” It was too late. You turned on the light and turned back to him. He was red and he quickly pulled the covers over his crotch. You turned to face him and rubbed your light sensitive eyes. He could see you now, wearing a tank top and with your hair as messy as it could be. He saw how wet your lips became as you went to lick them and how red you were from his body heat.

“Mammon, baby you look hot.” You told him, not referring to his attractiveness, but his temperature.

“Listen, I’m not sick! And whaddya doin callin me hot?” He got redder.

“Mammon, I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” You sounded so soft, so gentle. “I need to know.” You went to touch his shoulder and he bit his lip.

“Okay… I’ll tell you. I had a dream that you were fuckin’ me. And I… think… I might’ve came.” He watched as you started to smile and then laugh. “What’re you laughin at!”

“You could’ve said you needed to change if it embarrassed you that bed. I would’ve just gone back to sleep. I’m awake now all because you had a wet dream.” You laid back down and turned off the light. “You can go ahead and change.”

He sat there for a second, letting his embarrassment cool. “Okay.”

“Unless… you wanna get off? Is that the case, pretty demon?” You asked, grinning away now. “I’m still a little sleepy but I’m sure I could give you a sloppy blowjob. Your favorite!” You offered, inching closer to him.

“Mm, Mc. You would do that for me?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about getting me off.” You sunk under the covers and started pulling at his undies.

“I’ll always pay you back. If you’re too tired now, I can always wake you up with some head.”

“Just let me treat you, Mammon.”

And treated him, you did. By the time you were done, he was panting and curling his toes, his eyes rolled back, and his cock too sensitive to even let the cool air hit. You happily gave him what he needed, even as your drool coated his inner thighs and left a wet spot on the bed, the messier the better after all. He was definitely going to play you back, even if you didn’t want him too. One thing about Mammon, he’s a pleaser.

[straykids-97]

Undone

Sins cannot be undone, only forgiven. - Igor Stravinsky 

Synopsis- Chan appreciates art. Sometimes it’s music, and sometimes it’s hearing you say his name. 

Warnings: soft!dom chan, unprotected sex, teasing, pet names (angel face, channie, baby doll) fluff haha... Pls, let me know if I forgot anything! 

Minors don’t interact! Reader’s discretion is advised!! 

Word Count: 1.2k

You can’t help but watch Chan, completely enthralled by his ethereal movements. He seemed to move with an eerie fluidity, that made your skin crawl, but for all the right reasons. Chan fell to one of his knees, rolling his hips forward and quickly moving to the next move. You decide that that was enough, and you quickly turn off the tv, not wanting to keep watching your boyfriend. You were already flustered enough as it was, and he wouldn’t be home for hours. It was best to try and focus on something different. 

You decided to detox by making something to eat and passing the time by taking a short shower. What was supposed to be less than 5 minutes, ended up being way longer. You should have known better than to sit on the floor, you had a terrible habit of getting too comfortable and then not coming out for hours it seemed. Your mind was still fuzzy from seeing Chan dance in his tight compression shirt. You saw him in much less but the thought of knowing what was underneath it all made it worse. “Get a grip.” you grumble to yourself as you stand to your feet. Honestly, it was sometimes embarrassing how easily he got under your skin, but he loved it. And often used it against you. 

You didn’t know how long you had been in the shower until you heard a knock at the door. You gasped, holding your chest; had you been in the shower for that long? “Angel face?” Chan chirped from the door, “Are you ok? You didn’t say anything? Did you fall asleep?” His voice was full of worry, making you smile, “I’m ok. Just lost track of time. I didn’t even hear you.” You admitted, peaking your wet face out of the shower. His face turned to your much lower one. A grin spread across his face, “Ah. Got too comfy, hmm?” You saw that he was wearing dark sweats and his favorite hoodie. 

“Well, scoot over.” he shooed you, pulling his clothes off. You giggle and slide into the shower again, scooting forward to allow him some space. “Whew. It’s hot in here.” He teased, sinking to the floor of the shower before pulling you into his cool body, making you yelp. “Ah! You’re so cold!” 

“Well, come warm me!” He growled playfully, nipping at your neck. You giggled as he wrapped his arms around your torso, “Did you watch?” He asked, making you nod, “Yes.” You trailed off for a moment, making him nudge you, “but?” 

“I didn’t watch for long…” 

“Awe, why? Too boring?” You shake your head, “No! No.” He chortled at your words, “Oh? Then what was it?” Your cheeks heated up. He knew exactly what you meant, but he wanted to hear you say it. “Channie,” you plead, not wanting to say it because you were too embarrassed, “Yes?” He purred, making you become more flustered. “You know why.” You grumble, “Do I?” He rumbled, squeezing you a little harder, making you squeak. “Yes!” 

“I do? I don’t think so. How could I know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours?” He hummed. “Tell me, and I may let you go.” 

“You looked good…” You trail off, “And?” he pressed his nose to your neck, “I couldn’t watch.” You whimper as his fingers trail down your stomach to your hips. “Why?” he was breathless, waiting for the right moment to attack. “I was getting… bothered by you.” his forefinger strummed against your core, making you mewl. Your head lulled to the side and Chan followed, lips latched on your neck, “really?” 

“Channie,” you whimper, “don’t tease.” 

“Am I teasing?” He asked, making you whine. “Chan, please.” he chuckled once, running his finger down until he was inside you. You gasp, holding his knee. You were too worked up to realize that Chan had you pinned until your fingers were digging into his thighs, you didn’t know you were utterly at his disposal. “Please.” You pleaded as he teased your core. “Please, what? Baby doll, I’ll give you the world, all you have to do is ask.” You shuddered and lean your head against his chest. “Fuck me, please.” he paused, his heart skipping a beat at your request. 

He wasted no time twisting you around so that you were facing him. Chan gripped your face, pulling yours to his; lips smashed together in a hot panting mess, he pulled you into his lap. He made you straddle his hips, and you melt against his chest. Chan’s hands run the expanse of your body; his left hand was pressed against your shoulders and the right guided your hips onto his length. You both moan into each other’s mouths, “I don’t think I could ever get used to his.” he groaned, his mouth hanging open against yours as he gently thrust up into you. You whined, gripping his shoulders, knowing to not hold him too hard; bruises were frowned upon by the company. 

After adjusting, he began to thrust harshly into you. Leaving you a mess of pleas, whimpers, and gasps, his mouth was open in awe as he held the nape of your neck, his pupils blown out with lust and desire. He held your hips, Chan’s fingers digging into your skin, “You’re mine?” He groaned, making you nod frantically. His palm met the skin of your ass, making you let out a shrill whine, “Yes! All yours!” You cried, holding his shoulders as his speed picked up, the shower cabin filled with moans and slapping skin. “Channie!” You mewled, begging him for release as the familiar feeling tightened in the pit of your stomach. “Oh, say my name, please.” He moaned, thrusting harder. You throw your head back, “Chan, Chan, please.” Chan pressed his face between the valley of your breasts, holding onto your body as if he was afraid that you would disappear. “Oh, y/n.” He mumbled, kissing his way back to your mouth as he held you. 

You moaned, holding his neck as you come undone, “Chan!” You cried, feeling his hips stutter against yours. He let out a throaty moan and stilled, panting into your chest for a moment. You both remained in that position for a short while before Chan curled you into his lap, brushing your hair from your eyes. “Was that better than the dance?” He teased, making you sleepily giggle. “As always, yes.” He chased your face and pressed kisses all over your neck and face. You couldn’t help but giggle at him as he held you closer. “I’ll never let you go, y/n.” 

“Oh? Should I be worried?” You tease him. “Slightly.” He grinned, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. 

Sorry, I haven’t really been motivated to post anything lately! I’m working on my novel so I’ve been trying to focus on doing that. But, here we are! I hope you all enjoy! Also, my DMs are open for drabble requests as well! Feel free to stop by and drop a hot word about any member of either Skz or Ateez! (working on some Ateez stuff atm as well :)

©️straykids-97

[merlucide]

jjk x motorcycle rider reader

notes: motorcycles >>>

words: 438

characters: gojo, choso, itadori, megumi, nobara, inumaki, maki

warnings: curse words, suggestive content

reader has boobs (ignore if you don’t)

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gojo satoru

Pls this bitch- he loves riding with you!! It’s one of his favorite things ever! Thinks you’re so hot when your driving. Clings to you so tightly, safety reasons? Nah he LOVES the skin ship😉 totally seeing him grabbing your tits or inner thighs. He loves going fast obviously. One time he secretly went on a ride by himself, thinking he could do it, it didn’t go well….

kamo choso 

Was cautious about riding with you. It’s not that he didn’t trust you, it just freaked the fuck out of him. When you ride together, he puts his chin on your shoulder with a cute little blush :3(damn you helmets, let me see the blush). Doesn’t mind going fast, prefers the in between speed. Totally down for matching biker jackets- or helmets 😍ESPECIALLY THOSE KITTY HELMETS OMG PLS—

itadori yuuji

LOVES, LOVES, LOVES, to ride with you. Like top 10 things to do with y/n. Like you tell him “hop on”, motherfucker is DIVING in. Thinks it so fucking hot that you ride. ((He likes that your ass is touching him😌)). Loves going fast ofc. he will ask to try to drive, for the sake of your chopper, it’s not a good idea.

fushiguro megumi

Doesn’t wanna ride with you. He’s too embarrassed about clinging onto you. He thinks that it’s really cool he’s just shy baby 😘. When you finally get him to ride with you, he is really flustered lol. After sometime, he likes going and bumpier roads/ mini hills. He tells you you’re driving wrong- like bitch?! 🤨

kugisaki nobara

Omg pls take her on a ride. She loves it sm! Though be prepared to be her personal Uber. Bought you two matching jackets and helmets. Begs you to do wheelies. Made a playlist called “riding with y/n” and you know bad girls is on there ofc ofc! 

inumaki toge

((The reason I wrote this lol)) 

He begs you to take him on rides, why? To have an excuse to hold your tits. Red light? Holdin your tits. Green light? Still holding your tits. You guys have gotten weird looks from ppl lol. Likes when you turn fast. He rests his head on your back:3. Bounces his legs, it’s annoying like bitch stay still I’m driving😡

zen’nin maki

((For some reason I feel like she would have a motorcycle?)) Loves riding with you, but acts like it’s annoying. Definitely likes how close you both are. Loves when you guys go fast on highways. Whisper flirts in your ear, ends up with angry pedestrians honking at you. Thanks a lot maki 😒 ((marry me))

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thanks for reading! Lemme know if you reqs pls :3

Reblogs are appreciated!

made December 16th 2023

[dirtysvthoughts]

Can you do a ot13 reaction when they discover that you have your tongue pierced? I love your work🥰

a/n: thanks anon! 🥹 sorry this took so long to get to, but i hope you enjoy! <3 will try and post more this week since i’m another break from work!

tags/warnings: female!reader, piercings (specifically tongue), minor smut (making out, going down south, etc.), not really proofread, will proofread later!

seungcheol: you’re both in a heavy make out session, his tongue touches yours and he notices the metal-like feeling. when you tell him you got a piercing, he would just smirk at you and the rest is history

jeonghan: he teases you one day and you stick your tongue out at him - once he sees the piercing he nearly freezes, cause he had no idea that a piercing would have that big of an effect on him. would then go into dom mode and tell what do you with your piercing on his body.

joshua: hear me out - body worship, your tongue piercing, and shua’s hands all in your hair, pushing you in deeper as you pleasure his body with your tongue, moaning at how the “cool” metal contrasts with his hot body.

junhui: why do i feel like this man would want you two to have matching tongue piercings so that way you can both experience a sense of heightened pleasure if you go down on each other or if kiss him down his body.. would be playfully sexy with the piercings too, putting the piercing on everywhere but the area you wanted it most

soonyoung: would be so attracted and turned on to see another piercing on your body. he loved your piercings and would always get handsy with them - but this tongue piercing?! oh god, he would go feral. would crash into your mouth, making out with you as if you were his last meal, repeatedly telling you how hot you were and how bad he wanted you

wonwoo: pls your piercing is just another way to assert his dominance 🙃 would TELL you how to use your piercing to pleasure him as you go down on him - will have you writhing and itching for him by the time one of you is on the edge

jihoon: even tho he’s not a person to get piercings, i believe he would heavily admire them on a partner. you could be minding your own business, running your tongue through your lips and he would find it so hot. will try his hardest not to let his composure fall apart.

seokmin: the baby would be so amazed that you got your tongue pierced. he would ask a lot of questions, wondering if it hurt, how long did it take, and how does it feel and you decide to take him up on that last question. you kiss him in the mouth, allowing his tongue to come in contact with yours, and a switch just goes off in him. prepare for a long night 👀

mingyu: another one to find your piercing very very hot. will either go full-on dom and use your piercing to bring him to cum OR will completely be under your mercy, begging you to go faster as you lick his chest teasingly before getting him inside you.

minghao: if i’ve said it once, i’ve said it a thousand times, your body is art to minghao and any additions to it just add to the beauty and complexity. would definitely make out slowly with you for what feels like hours and hours, mentally groaning at how your piercing felt in his mouth.

vernon: there can be two sides with this man - either he’ll be chill about it or you’ll get a really shocked reaction, which’ll probably go into something more. would probably love having you leave hickies on his neck with the extra sensations and sensitivity of the piercing getting him so worked up.

seungkwan: would be “mad” about it, because here you go adding another reason to his sexual frustrations. would daydream about your using your piercing in unholy ways, his visions so intense that he might even cum in his pants

chan: like seokmin, he would also be genuinely interested in your piercing, but would also be a tease about it - “just another way for us to pleasure each other, don’t you think?” he says as he winks and you furiously blush, avoiding eye contact with him. best believe later on that day, he using that piercing in more ways than one to bring you to your knees in ecstasy.

[neolovesneo]

congrats on 400! ccan u do a fluff w chenle when u accidentally hurt urself while cooking pls?

YOUR IDIOT.

bf!chenle, gn!reader | fluff | domestic au

note ; thank you anon!! :( ty for requesting too, i hope u like this fic ^^

taglist ; @soobin-chois (lmk if you’d like to be added to my taglist!)

Chenle couldn’t believe his eyes.

From one end to another, the table was filled with food.

Stacks of blueberry pancakes were drowning in maple syrup, freshly cut cubes of Chenle’s favorite fruit shone in the morning sunlight, and steam dances from the hot coffee in his mug into the air.

“Good morning!” you call out cheerily, busy flipping an omelette over in your frying pan.

Chenle’s jaw drops.

“You... cooked all this?” your boyfriend asks in shock, shuffling his way over to you. You hum in response, smiling as you picked up a plate.

“Thought I couldn’t do this, huh? Well, you were wrong.” you boast, plating up the omelette, which was still sizzling with hot melted butter.

Chenle couldn’t help but smile at how proud you were, standing back to give you space to move around.

“Okay, I admit it then.” Chenle laughs, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Maybe you can cook after all.”

You grin proudly, waving your frying pan around in victory. You’re just about to shout a ‘Told you so!’ , but the pan goes flying out of your grasp and into the air.

And of course, with your brain being… your brain, you reach out to grab the pan with your bare hands.

The moment the hot metal comes in contact with your hands, you shriek, dropping it noisily to the floor. You wince as tears spring to your eyes, the pain spiking at your skin.

Chenle rushes to your side, quickly pulling you over to the sink. Cold water rushes from the tap as he keeps your hands under it, moving back and forth so it could cool down.

“Are you okay? Why would you do that?” he asks in disbelief, concern heavy in his tone. “I don’t know!” you blubbered, tears now streaming down your cheeks.

Chenle’s heart ached to see you crying, and he reaches up with his free hand to rub your shoulder. “It’s alright, the cold water should help. And I’ll get you some medicine after this, okay?” he says.

You nod, sniffling.

Eventually the pain stops, flowing away like the water swirling down the drain. Chenle turns the tap off and moves to sit you down by the table.

“Why were you so careless?” he sighs, squatting down to observe your red hands. Thankfully, the burn was nothing serious, but it was definitely going to be tender for at least a day or two.

“Sorry.” you mumble, embarrassed.

Chenle makes a clicking sound with his tongue, taking burn cream out of the first-aid kit you had.

“What are you sorry for? Accidents happen. Don’t worry about it, okay? It’ll recover by tomorrow, I’m sure.” he assures you.

He’s gentle with you as he squeezes the cream onto your palms, carefully applying it over the burnt areas.

“There.” he says, dabbing the rest of the cream away with a tissue. “All done.”

Chenle finishes his sentence with a soft kiss to your hand, warmth spreading into your chest.

“Feeling better?” he asks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You nod, smiling softly.

Thank God you had your angel of a boyfriend.

“Alright then," he begins, a mischievous smile dawning on his face. "Time to devour my feast!” he announces dramatically, standing up straight.

“Hey, but I won’t be able to pick up my spoon!” you complained. “You have to feed me.”

Chenle bursts out laughing, planting his hands on his hips. “What, are you my baby now?”

You gasp dramatically, pretending to clutch at your 'broken' heart. “Have I not always been your baby?” you question.

The brown haired boy continues laughing as he slides into the seat beside you. “Alright, alright.” he giggles, picking up your spoon. “I got you.”

It’s now your turn to laugh as you watch him struggle to cut a bite-sized piece of a pancake for you, determination pulling his brows together.

“Oh, you’re an idiot.” you smile, leaning on his shoulder and looking at him.

Chenle looks back at you and he smiles too, bright and full of love.

“Well, I’m your idiot.” he whispers, kissing you.

© neolovesneo, 2023.

[twilghtkoo]

feeling slightly (VERY) insane right now bc of this ... can you please write something about it, any ideas you have pls throw them in write them down idk what to do with myself at the moment i feel so CRAZYYYYYY

well i'm typing this from my grave... idk what i was expecting when i pressed that link but i was NOT expecting that...

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. that photo of haechan, and not proofread bc i was in a rush to post this LOL

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“you’re saying show you how i would come up to you in a club if we were meeting for the first time?” 

you nod, “yes. swoon me as if we are meeting for the first time.” you say as if you were in the 1500s. 

“you go first,” he suggests, which makes you tilt your head confused. 

“why?”

“i need time to think.” he says laughing softly.

you nod, pursing your lips. “well, good for me because i don’t need to think. i got this in the bag.” you obnoxiously joke, making haechan snicker at you. “stand over there, i’m gonna walk up to you.” 

you point him to across the room as you go to the other end. you’re not sure why haechan is playing along with you, but you appreciate him joining you in another one of your antics. you both were lounging around in your living room, watching him play some game on his game console when you thought how you both would introduce yourselves if you had met for the first time. 

you cough, fighting back a smile as haechan watches you leaning against the counter, amusingly. casually start walking with your chin held up and both your hands in the pocket of your sweats. 

you stop when you’re standing in front of your boyfriend- i mean the hot looking chocolate brown haired boy that caught your eyes from across the room.

he’s already looking down at you with a smug look. 

“hi.” you sheepishly smile.

“hey.” 

you hum, “so...you come here often?” 

“baby..” he deadpans, bursting into a fit of giggles. 

you stomp your feet, and frown. “what?”

“baby, that’s how you stay single.” he laughs, emphasizing the word ‘stay’. his hands comfortingly creeping their way around your bare waist, your top half only sporting a bralette.

“oh yeah? well enlighten me, show me your moves.” you scoff, pushing him behind you as he walks over to where you were previously standing and you standing in his previous spot.

he smirks at you, “watch how i’m gonna swoon your heart for the second time.” he winks. 

rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest. 

haechan’s posture turns relaxed and cool, his eyes were magnetic, pulling you in and never leaving yours. and you cursed at your body for reacting to him already.

he strides over to you with his hands in his shorts, a flirtatious smile stretching his lips. 

“hey there,” he says, his tone sounding smoky. 

you blink. “hey.” 

he sticks his hand out in front of you. “i’m haechan.” and his eyes look at you waiting for you to say your line. 

you shake his hand. “yn.” he nods, making a single humming sound, almost approvingly like he loves the sound of your name already. like he can imagine your name roll off his tongue with ease, like honey. 

“pretty name, for a pretty girl.” his eyes stay on yours, and your hands are still shaking but he stops when he takes your hand up to his lips, kissing the back of your hand, his eyes remain on yours. 

and god, his lips felt so soft and warm on your hand. 

and he giggles, dropping your hand as he attacks you in a hug, lightly picking you up on your feet. 

“that felt like the first time, i got goosebumps.” he cackles, carefully setting you on your feet. “shit, my heart is pounding.” he laughs breathy, slamming his hand over his chest. 

your heart pounding too. 

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Do It Yourself

Mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader, 18+ smut, 2.4k words

ok ok so this was inspired by a convo I had with @actuallydarling​ about how fucking sexy mechanic!eddie is and how he’d be a greasy mess and would either not want to get you dirty and have you do everything or he wouldn’t care and get you so so messy so this one shot is the former (hence the title)

ANYWAY this got out of hand and is rather long (for me to write) it’s also my first time writing full smut so pls be nice😅but also pls reassure me that it’s good🥺 __________ Content warnings: pre-established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, small praise, dirty talk, breeding/pregnancy/mommy(?) kink, multiple orgasms, thigh riding/grinding, cursing Note: this is AU where you and Eddie are in your mid twenties and married, he’s a mechanic and you work as an in-home (as in the parent’s home) nanny so your days are shorter __________ his hands have nothing to do with the fic but pls enjoy them anyway

You come home from nannying to Eddie working hard on his car. He meets you in the driveway for a quick kiss, “hello love, how was work?”

“Work was wonderful,” you beam. “I had Timmy and Mary Howards today. They’re the sweetest little babes.”

“Oh yeah? Were they good for you?” Eddie asks as you both walk into the shade of the garage. He sits on the dolly he uses to get under the car and looks up at you.

Your breath slows slightly, eyes raking over your husband—his short-sleeve coveralls are unzipped, top half sitting around his waist, his white tank top is only slightly dirty but you know by the end of his work he’ll be greasy and sweaty, a blue towel scrap is tossed over his shoulder. You know that he knows what he’s doing, and you can see it in the smirk on his lips when your eyes meet. You told him shortly after he took the mechanic job in town how much it turned you on when he got home in his greasy and sweaty coveralls.

You swallow hard and respond with a smile, “they were absolute angels for me, I love them like they’re my own, like most of the kids I watch.”

He looks up at you with a big smile.

“How much longer will you be working?” You ask, already getting hot and bothered by the state of him.

“It’ll be a while, I could use a drink though? If you don’t mind? I don’t want to track any dirt or grease inside.”

“Yeah of course! Lemonade sound good?” He nods his head. “I just have to change first and then I’ll bring it out. It’s way too hot today to stay in these jeans.”

“Sounds good baby,” he blows you a kiss and lays down to roll under his car.

You head inside and drop your bag on the dining room table, rolling out your shoulders as you walk to the bedroom you share. You strip down and hop in the shower to rinse off the day. It was a short shower, just enough for you to feel clean and once you step out of the shower you wrap a towel around your body and towel dry your hair as you walk into the closet. Dropping your towel you shimmy into a light sundress, pick up the towels from your body and hair and walk your way to the laundry basket to toss in your towels. Usually you’d wear undergarments but one, it’s much too hot and two, you’re much to riled up by your mechanic husband to want anything constricting you or rubbing up against you.

You leave the bedroom and head to the kitchen. Pulling out two large glasses from the cupboard you pour both Eddie and yourself some lemonade. Knowing how long he can work on his car means you need to cool down and be patient before you can satiate yourself with what you really want.

His glass in hand, you walk back out to the garage and to find only the bottom half of Eddie visible and his music playing a bit louder than before. You hit pause on his tape, “you’re lemonade is on the table, bub.”

You hear a muffled “thank you” and press play before heading inside.

Now it’s time to find something to do until you can do your husband.

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5 pm rolls around and you’re finishing up making dinner. You make a plate for Eddie and bring it out to the garage.

“C’mon baby. Pause and eat some dinner ok?” You say after pausing his tape. You hear his dolly roll out from under the car as you put down his plate and a glass of water. You can feel his eyes hot on you.

“Well, I’ll be damned. A sundress and no panties?” He says before sitting down in the chair beside his workbench. The heat you somehow managed to forget about in the last few hours is back between your legs.

Fuck you want him now.

“It’s too hot for anything else,” you respond. “How did you even know?”

“I had the perfect view on my dolly when you leaned over to put my plate down,” he smirks.

Your cheeks flare and thighs tighten.

“Thank you for dinner, baby. I shouldn’t be more than another hour or two,” he says pursing his lips for a quick kiss with your exit back inside. You oblige and can feel his eyes on you as you head back inside.

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You hear the garage door start to close and get excited, eyes leaping to the door that leads from the dining room to the garage where Eddie is. Any time the garage door closes it means he’s finished working on the car for the day. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze together to try and relieve some of the ache building between them.

You bound to the door, stealing yourself and taking a breath before opening them. Eddie was sitting down in the chair by his workbench, tank top and hands covered in grease. You can see where he continually wiped grease on the pants of his coveralls. You take in your husband, growing wetter at just the sight of him. You walk around him the and pick up a rag that was on the ground by the back tire and just in his line of sight, reveling in the fact that he can see how the wetness of your uncovered pussy glistens in the artificial light of the garage.

You hear a soft “fuck” from behind you and smile. Turning around you bring him the rag, “where do you keep your rags?”

“You’re a little minx y’know that?” He asks, voice straining slightly. “Leaning over so I can see that pretty little cunt of yours, wet only from how dirty and grimy I am. Was your pussy clenching around nothing all afternoon? Getting all wet and ready, waiting impatiently for me to be done?”

You nod your head yes and try your best to control the whimper in your throat while you watch his hands as he tries to rid them of grease with a different rag. 

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got me all hot ’n bothered now too,” he sighs, your eyes shift downwards to the growing bulge in the seat of his pants.

“Oh my, what a shame,” you tease. “Would you like some help with that?”

His eyes fill with desire as he uses his pointer finger to call you towards him. You drop the rag in your hand and hoist your leg over his waist, making sure to be far enough up to miss the grease stains on his pants and placing your wet and throbbing pussy right over his covered hard on. You shift forward, grinding down and eliciting moans from both of you.

“I don’t want to get you greasy hun so you’ll have to do it yourself,” he says holding up greasy hands. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You nod, hands making their way to his clean-er shoulders for leverage as you grind down harder on his clothed cock. He lets out a shaky breath and his hips jut up to meet you.

“Fuck, kiss me please,” you ask in a hushed tone.

Eddie obliges meeting you halfway for a hot and heady kiss. You continue grinding as his tongue swipes your bottom lip asking for entrance. You part your lips and your tongues roam each other’s mouths. The heat of the kiss and the friction of his coveralls on your clit have you almost to the precipice already. Once he breaks away and trails kisses down your neck you’re done for. He reaches your sensitive spot, where your ear meets your neck, kissing and sucking and leaving his mark and you come undone on top of him.

“Oh baby, so needy for me you got off so easy huh?” He laugh teases, pulling back from your neck. “My little princess was so desperate for my cock she only needed to grind on me to cum?”

You whimper at his words.

“You wanna be a good girl and take me inside this time?” He asks thrusting his hips upward.

A gasp and a moan mingle in your throat and you can feel Eddie’s cock twitch as the sound leaves your lips. “Yes,” you say breathless, hands reaching down for the zipper of his coveralls.

You find a clean part of his tank top and lift it up slightly, untucking it from the waist of his coveralls. Your hands trace the happy trail from his stomach to the waistband of his boxers that peak ever so slightly over the edge of his coveralls and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen flutter at the attention. Shifting slightly down his lap you unzip his coveralls and he leans against the back of the chair to lift his ass up so you can shimmy his coveralls and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free.

He sucks in a breath as you reach down to stroke his thick cock, the head flushed pink, precum on its slit. You can feel him watching you as you reach your hand between your own legs to gather some slick from between your folds—hissing slightly when your fingers bump your sensitive clit as you pull your hands out from between your thighs—using your now wet hand to pump his member a few times. As soon as he feels the warm wetness and slight squeeze of your hand on his cock he lets out a loud groan, “Y/N, f-fuck.”

Your lips make contact with his jawline and he shivers, your hand still working his member. He lets out a moan when your thumb runs over the head and with that exhale of breath you bite and kiss at his neck, marking him like he did you.

You lay your feet flat on the ground and lift yourself up enough to shift forward and line him up with your pussy. You meet back together for a sloppy and heated kiss as you sink down on him, both of you letting out a “fuck” at the feeling.

“God Eddie you’re so big,” you whimper into his mouth between kisses, pussy fluttering around his cock as you settle him fully into you. Neither of you move as you stretch out around him.

“So fucking tight and warm, fuck,” he says, his head lolling back. You start to ride him lifting yourself up slightly and impaling your wet cunt on his cock over and over again at a slow pace. “It’s so hard for me to not grab your hips and fuck you like I want to right now,” he says, teeth grinding and hands flexing at his sides.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you whimper, your eyes meeting his lustful ones.

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it, ride me hard and fast and milk me for all I’ve got. Be a good girl and do that for me, huh?”

You moan and start to move on him faster, grinding your clit on the base of his stomach whenever you sink all the way down on him. The sound of skin slapping skin echos around you as you chase a second orgasm and try to please Eddie at the same time.

“Touch yourself,” he demands. Your eyes shoot open, you hadn’t noticed that you closed them in ecstasy. You trace Eddie’s line of sight to where he disappears inside of you and clench around him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he says jutting his hips into you as he feels you tighten and pulse around him. “C’mon princess, do what you’re told,” he says, eyes meeting yours again as he chases your lips for a kiss. Your kisses are as sloppy as your riding is becoming, hand sliding between your bodies to pay attention to your throbbing nub. You rub circles into your aching clit and gasp at the coil beginning to tighten in your lower stomach, breaking off the kiss. Eddie takes the opening to kiss his way down your chest, hands still straining at his sides wanting to touch you but not wanting to get you dirty. He kisses down until he reaches your peaked nipples and suckles and bites on one through the fabric. You groan in appreciation as he places the same affection on the other, coil tightening more and more as his hips begin to meet yours.

“Eddie, fuck I’m close, I’m-“ and with that small warning you cum for the second time that evening. Eddie feels you gush over him, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as you ride him through your high.

You’re trying your best to keep up a rhythm, but your legs are feeling like jelly and you’re shuddering from overstimulation. “C’mon, c’mon Eds,” you huff, movements slowing down. “Put a baby in me, baby.”

“Fuck, Y/N, y-you want my baby? You want your own little one running around? Shit, like the one’s you take care of? You want to be a mommy? Wanna have a little Eddie Jr running around? Fuck me, I want to see you as a mommy. See you round with my kid,” he groans. “Let’s make one,” he spurs on with a few more shaky thrusts up to meet you as you try to keep riding him. A third orgasm surprises you, crashing into you like a train, all from what he says and the rough way your clit has been rubbing on him as you ride him. You clench and cum around him again, and he’s a goner, cock twitching and painting your inside walls white with his seed.

You slouch into him, foreheads resting against each other. After a moment you go to get off of him only to hear him say, “no.”

You shoot him a questioning glance. “Gotta make sure it sticks,” he smirks. “I’ll buy you a new sundress later.”

You don’t understand the last part until he’s looping his greasy hands under your ass as he stands, softening cock still slotted inside you. You cry out, overstimulated, and bring your chest flush to his, ruining your sundress on his greasy shirt. “Fuck, Eds,” you whine hands finding leverage in his hair and face falling into the crook of his neck.

He walks you both inside already growing hard again in the wet heat of your cunt, ready for round two. He always gives you what you ask for and you asked for a baby so he’s making sure you get one.

He thrusts up into you one time on the way to the shower making you gasp.

“We gotta make sure to make you a mommy tonight.”

[yowyowyaoi]

Konan’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Zetsu

If I keep the bodies OUTSIDE is it a problem then??

Rather angelic-looking with the paper wings.

A 72-hour gengetsu just because he thought I was going to eat it?! Cat isn’t even my favorite meat!

Ah but you’re much more diplomatic in handling their complaints.

I’ve tried but you absolutely cannot reason with him when it comes to money.

It may be time to change hideouts soon, the two young ones have attracted too much negative attention here.

From Itachi

It was so good, thank you!

I appreciate the touch of color.

Kisame’s not here Kakuzu said he’d charge me and Deidara laughed. You are my last hope. PLEASE come and KILL THIS SPIDER 😓

Please come with I know you’d enjoy yourself.

The last time I rode on one he made it do a flip mid-air and I almost fell into the ocean. And he laughed so hard he threw up 😒

Define “too much” cake 🤔

He helped suppress the coughing but fever’s still pretty high.

I can take them in small doses. 

From Sasori

Don’t worry, an issue like that is almost child’s play to correct surgically.

You’re one of the few that I DO trust, my dear.

I’ll give it back when I decide he’s not as annoying anymore.

If I could eat I’m sure that would be delicious.

I love him more than anything but that arrogant brat can never actually KNOW how much I do.

Put a few drops in your tea, you’ll sleep like a baby.

You and Nagato should really raise the standards for whom you decide to recruit into this organization.

Please accompany me; I’m sure you’d love the wildflowers.

You either move his room down the hall or he’s becoming my next puppet.

From Kakuzu

I understand but we can’t afford it at the moment. Those three will just have to bunk together for the time being.

Thank you, my dear.

Harsh BUT it saved us hundreds.

Never anyone who didn’t fully deserve it.

Trust me, in the long run it’s a good investment.

Sasori may be better suited to treat that than myself.

I’ll speak to him about it but it’s like talking to a wall.

Purely an accident. A needed one, but still.

If they do it again I’m decapitating them both.

From Deidara

I mean I never have, but if I did, she couldn’t be anyone but YOU 💛

Omg Omg OMG I HAVE DIRT ON HIDAN YOU NEED TO HEAR!!

We were sword fighting! Shit I didn’t know that was Leader’s cane 😣

We can both make birds. Paper and clay. 

Idk I mean I kinda think that he likes me or something but I’m with Sasori so 🤷🏼‍♂️

My eyes feel fucked. I tried on Uchiha’s glasses, that bastard is BLIND af! I didn’t even think they could make lenses that strong!

Come with us fishing I swear you’ll have fun! I’ll bait your hook so you don’t gotta touch the worms 😁

I’m not sure but I bet a C3 would solve the problem.

He stuffed half a roll of toilet paper in there and flushed. He thought it’d be funny.

From Kisame

There’s no way you’re going alone. I’ll come with you.

My thanks. Samehada appreciates such treats.

Woman or not you’re quite strong aren’t you?

No need to cook mine at all. I prefer raw.

I could teach you if you wish. It’s a good skill to have.

Please join us for tea?

It’s outside your door. Thank you again.

Zetsu got to him first 😤

Itachi isn’t feeling up to it. Would you care to accompany me? The moon makes it very bright.

From Tobi

He bit me first!

Kisame ate them because he said he wanted a snack 😔

He DOES love me he just doesn’t know it yet!

Wanna see the spider I found in the garden?

I borrowed your lotion and i accidentally used it all 😓

Game night game night GAME NIGHT!!!

Blue. Like Senpai’s eyes 😌

Can I lick the spoon when it’s done?

No I saw Kakuzu kill him three days ago 

From Hidan

Yeah but my intentions were good for once!

Pls come show me how to do this I keep burning it 😓

Oh yeah I forgot … haha don’t freak out I’ll replace it 

You wanna come with? I bet you’d be great at it!

Tell him he can suck my dick, I ain’t doing that 🤷‍♂️

We’re gonna loot it, I’ll bring you back something cool!

Ngl you’d look HOT with my scythe 😍

I’ll beat that skinny twink’s ass 😤

Yeah but like he’s skin and bones that’s just kinda creepy 

I guarantee if you just listen to ONE sermon you’ll convert!

From Nagato

The prettiest thing you could ever wear is that gorgeous smile of yours ❤️

Well it’s far too late to replace them so I suppose we just have to deal.

Are you joking? Yahiko would have killed me!

Should have been a dating service and not a criminal organization, eh? 😂

Sasori said it would help ease the pain for when I’m standing.

Woke up today thinking of Chibi. I miss him 😞

No but if you come sit on my lap I bet I could make it better 😉

What about the others? Do they seem happy with it?

If I never see another drop of rain for as long as I live I’ll die a happy man.

My God how do you manage them?! I had to talk to Deidara and Hidan by myself and I thought I would kill them after the first two minutes!

I don’t care. You’re beautiful no matter what. 

Well we could always say we’ve disbanded the group, turn them loose, then hunt them for sport 😊

[ggwritesstuff]

i’m begging for some smutty ry hcs for the ry girlies pls (maybe jealous over reader hanging out with knox or bam?)

ur my bammy fr <33

ryan dunn smutty hcs <3

warnings: just a whole bunch of smut. format is wonky cus i typed it out in docs and pasted it but y’all get the gist.

note: forever grateful for the ryan to my bammy @babylovepresley for reminding me of these fools, love u bunches baby i hope u enjoy <33

mf eats pussy for days.

he’ll BEG you to let him go down on you

on ur period? he doesn’t care.

he’s had worse things in his mouth.

he’s a sucker for a good make out session

desperate hands grabbing at your hips

sometimes one hand cradles your cheek while the other is tangled in your hair, pulling at it a little bit

i personally think he loves grinding

it’s a bit of a tease for him but he loves how hot it gets you

soft dom/pleasure dom. i’m not accepting any criticism.

he’s territorial but like silently

if you're hanging out with him and johnny and he makes you laugh a little too much for his liking he’s gonna keep his cool

but the second y’all are alone he’s leaving very obvious love bites on you

“baby i think they all know i’m yours”

“still gotta mark you up a little”

“you just look so pretty in black and blue”

he loves whenever you give him head

if you’re not the biggest fan of giving head he’d never press you for it

but if you decide to do it for him he’s gonna savor every fucking moment of it

he loves it when you’re on your knees

but his personal favorite position for head is whichever one he can touch you in

especially if you don’t really like giving head, he wants to make it as pleasurable for you as he can

BIG ON PRAISE!!!

he loves to tell you how warm your mouth is

how pretty your lips look wrapped around him

big fan of mutual masturbation

hear me out- i think before you guys go all the way he’d initiate a little session

he wants to know exactly how to touch you to make you feel good

when it comes to the main event, he’s all about you

practically worships your body

i think he’s a missionary/cowgirl kinda guy

your reactions to what he does gets him off the most

which leads me to mirror sex

cus he thinks you just look so gorgeous when he’s inside you, he wants you to see how pretty you look

he loves to see how your jaw drops and your eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot

loves telling you how tight you are just for him

you cum first

no exceptions

doesn’t matter if he hasn’t cum in days and he’s about to bust

he’ll deny himself until you cum at least twice

speaking of cum- he loses it when you let him finish in you

but if not, he’ll be just as happy with finishing on your chest

essentially, sex w ryan is allll about you. the way you moan and whimper under him makes him feel like his life’s purpose is to make you feel good.