#hands and pinkie touches!! 🥺

[books-books-smolderinglooks]

35 days till more Wilmon moments to make us scream.. ❤️❤️

[edenfire]

🌸💗 Day 3- Small Gestures 💗🌸

when you're in a hot, backstage love affair, it's good to keep things subtle😌💞

[luveline]

omg if u ever get the chance would you write a follow up for the eddie and shy!reader where they confess? 🥺🩵

first part (u don't have to read if u don't want to) fem!shy!reader and best friend eddie confess, 1.6k

You flick a piece of popcorn off of your knee and smack Eddie square in the cheek. His neck snaps to the side to stare at you, tongue in his cheek in indignation. 

"That how it is?" he asks. 

You smile mock-demurely. "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

It's too close to flirting to deny at this point, but Eddie doesn't ever seem to notice. You've been friends for so long that this slow decline into playfulness feels normal. 

Eddie digs for the rogue piece of popcorn on the couch cushion behind his shoulders and prepares to flick it back. You cover your face. 

"Hey! Cheating, put your hands down." 

"No, you'll flick popcorn at me." 

The popcorn hits you in the hand. You drop your hands, but quickly retreat into yourself on the bean bag in apprehension as he approaches, a devilish smile playing on his pretty mouth. "Eddie, please don't–" You groan as he drops his weight on top of you, kneeing the back of your thigh hard. "You fucking–" 

"Remember when we first met? You never would've cussed at me," he interrupts, boldly putting his hands on you, one at your neck and the other against your cheek. 

You wiggle under him. "Get off." 

He takes a handful of popcorn from the bucket by your side. It smells sweet like taffy, and a kernel falls from his palm onto your shirt as he eats it. You flick it at him. 

"You're aggressively aggressive," he says through chews.

"You're heavier than you look." 

"When we first met," he says, poking your cheek with his pinky, you assume so as not to get popcorn crumbs on you, "you could barely look me in the eye." 

"That's just 'cos you're scruffy." 

"Funny." 

Eddie wipes his hand in his shirt and grabs your face again. You go still at his touch, trying to maintain a facade of calm you don't feel. 

"This is nicer. I love when you get all shy," —his voice softens slowly, like a meandering river calmed— "your smile… you smile when you're nervous, you know that?" 

You tamp your expression into neutrality. "Do not." 

"But it's nicer now that you're not nervous all the time. You're not telling me things, but I can handle it." 

"I tell you things," you mumble.

Eddie locks eyes with you. He rubs your jaw with his knuckles teasingly, before climbing off of you with an apologetic pat to your knee. His positioning had been less than comfortable. You sit up with a sigh, leg and chest aching. 

"You tell me some things," he says. 

"I tell you pretty much everything." 

"Liar." He crosses his legs, sitting applesauce by the mantle. Sunlight coming in from the kitchen behind him has his hair like silver at the edges where it falls around his face, his arms tense where he holds his own elbows. 

"I'm not lying, you know anything worth knowing about me." 

It's hard to make out, but you can tell you've upset him. You aren't sure how, but he goes rigid, looking away from you and toward the TV. His side profile knocks the breath out of you, lashes long where they kiss the skin beneath his brows, his nose a strong line you'd like to reach out and trace. 

"Eddie–" 

"It's alright, I didn't mean anything by it." 

The bean bag groans as you kneel on the rug by Eddie's legs. You look around helplessly for aid, and when none comes you drag the popcorn toward you, eating a mouthful morosely. 

"I'm sorry for being weird, I just…" Eddie leans back on one arm and whines. "I think I'm getting my meriod." 

"That's not funny." 

He puts a hand on his stomach. "Do I look bloated to you?" 

"I don't know where to start with that one." 

Eddie falls onto his back. His act doesn't last very long, and after a few moments he's frowning at the TV again. You look down into the popcorn kernels, white and yellow and brown and fragrant when you give the tub a little shake. You push it away.

"Don't be sad, Eds. If there's something you want me to tell you, I'll tell you." 

You're aflame as you say it, because why the fuck would you say that? There's no way he'll want to know what you're afraid to tell him, he'll never ask, but still. It's like offering to jump into turbulent waters. 

"I just don't want you holding onto stuff, that's all. Kinda breaks my heart thinking you're a bag of secrets." 

"What if it's stuff you don't wanna hear?" you ask with a dry mouth.

"I always wanna hear it if it's coming from you. Can't promise I'll like it, but what, you think I'm gonna care?" 

"It's hard to say." 

He gestures for you to lay down with him. 

You set your shoulder by his and lay down cautiously. Your thigh bumps into his. A line of rings catches the light where his hand covers his ribs. 

"I don't want to tell you something about me and have you see me differently," you say slowly, each word strung to the other clumsily as you piece your sentence together. "I like how you treat me now." 

"What if I swear things won't change?" 

"I don't…" He sounds like he knows you like him. Impossible to describe, only that you know the truth, so he must know the truth too. "You can't, really. Promise me that." 

He turns his head to yours, his hair dragging gentle across your shoulder as he moves. You feel his gaze like a flame on your cheek. 

"I swear," he murmurs. "Nothing will change. Nothing you don't want to change." 

You turn toward him, heart in your mouth, meeting his baby brown eyes head on. You shift your head against the floor to take the weight of it off of your ear, your chin lifting subtly. 

This is going to rip your chest open. "I think I'm," —Eddie leans forward, he closes the gap, "in love–" 

You can't finish your sentence. Like a magnetic pull, Eddie fits his lips against the seam of your own and you close it, alarmed, not sure how to respond. He cuts your face softly and pushes up, encouraging you to kiss back. 

"Wait," you say, eyes painfully open. 

Eddie immediately moves away from you. "Sorry," he says, his eyes just as open, twice as wide, "was I not supposed– you're not talking about me?" 

"I'm in love with you," you say. 

"Yeah, I guessed?"

"I don't know why you're being cranky with me, we both know I won't be able to say it again." 

Your throat totally closes as he rubs your cheek, like there's dirt under his thumb. "I've been thinking about kissing you for months, sweetheart," he says. He looks like he might say more, but he leans in again. 

You sigh at his touching, his gentle kiss. He smiles into you, sitting up to kiss down with slightly more force. Eddie takes the lead, cradling your face in hands you've never felt so adoringly tender before. His hair starts to tip onto your cheek like strands of silk. 

"I think you'll be okay," he says, breaking the kiss to pant in breath. He rubs the tip of his nose into yours. 

"There's popcorn in my teeth, please don't kiss me again," you say quietly. 

"I love you. I don't care if we swap kernels for the next hour."

"Hour?" you ask, though you're thrumming with a strange anticipation. The reality hasn't dropped, but it's falling fast. 

"I've been waiting months," he reminds you, lips at your cheek as he needles his arms under your shoulders. He hugs you. "Aw, sweetheart. I've been seeing you try to tell me now for months, the whole time thinking I couldn't get any more obsessed with you." 

"You're obsessed with me? You knew?" you ask. 

"Don't freak out." 

"I'm gonna." 

"Okay, fine, freak out." 

You hug him, burying your nose in his hair. He's soft, and warm, and he's heavy where he leans on your chest, but it's perfect. You wonder if this is the precipice of forever now, if you get to have him in your arms like this all the time. You freak out. 

"You're in love with me?" you ask. 

"Sickeningly." 

"I think my face is on fire." 

Eddie peels back to look you over. "You're melting," he says agreeably. "But lucky you, your best friend gives the coolest kisses ever." 

"You're gonna make it worse." 

"Can I?" he asks. 

"I have popcorn in my teeth," you whine again. 

Eddie knows you better than anyone in the whole wide world. He demands you open your mouth for kernel extraction and you burst into squeamish giggles, squirming out from his arms and whacking your head on the seat of the couch. Eddie chases after you to start a wrestling match you can't win. He doesn't break his promise —the things you don't want to change stay the same. And the things you do want to change? They're perfect, even if it all tastes overwhelmingly of butter and toffee. 

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i hope you enjoyed reading!!

[kisses4lao]

Guess who's suffering from writers block!!! No but fr I wanna write SO BAD but I just can't 😭😭 so take some twst pp hcs until I decide to work on commissions again

Not proofread idc shank me

♧CW!!! Fem reader! twst dick hcs duh, every NRC student EXCLUDING ortho, might have some other hcs too

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Riddle:

Its... cute? Idk how to explain it

He is VERY sensitive

5.5 inches

Slight curve downward

The tip is a really deep red

Cum is watery, tastes like rosewater(this is a fantasy world i can make cum taste like anything i want)

Balls aren't all that heavy, very soft and squishy tho

Likes rimming. No further comments

Trey:

EEK MY BOY

I'm gonna try not to be biased

Hes BIG tho

I know you've seen him. Let's be honest, we all know he's PACKING

So I'm gonna say a solid 7-8 inches with a nice amount of girth

No curve, but very veiny

Heavy balls. Like, HEAVY. Bros got a whole bakery in there

Soft pink tip

Cum is the normal consistency, he takes care of himself

If you're sucking him off he'll change the flavor of his cock and his cum to whatever you want (thank god for doodle suit)

Cater:

Easy 7 inches

Not too sensitive, it takes a while for him to cum

His cum is pretty thick, its all the spicy ramen he eats

Curve upward, huge thick vein going from his balls to the tip

Cum tastes salty, but not overwhelming

Will have his clones fuck you silly

Deuce:

Another small boy

I'll say 6 inches, no curve

Hes sensitive too, but not as much as riddle

He really like getting his balls sucked more than his cock itself

Cum is watery too, but it tastes good

Like sweet in a way

Tip is a light blue dont ask why

Ace:

Another small boy 😭

He is CLUELESS

Poor man is a one pump chump

5.6 inches, curve to the left

SENSETIVE. pussy got this boy on his knees

Balls squishy, balls soft?

Yes to both

His rip is red, like a blush red

Azul:

A good 6ish inches with a curve downward

Not as sensitive as you may think

I think it would be funny if the bottom of his cock had like little suckers or some shit

Tip is dark purple and he has some veins, not many tho

Heavy balls, no squish :(

Cum is thick and black bc octopus

Tastes like what watered down hand sanitizer smells like

Jade:

😨

Its slimy.

No further comment on that

No but its like wet, a lot

So is floyds but we aren't there yet

Its like lube 🥺

Okay but he's LONG

8.5 AT LEAST

He also enjoys rimming

Tip is dark cyan

Cum is slimy too

Add some borax water and sell it on etsy

Floyd:

Basically the same as Jade

Hes smaller tho

Hes 6 inches but has SO much girth

His cum is more watery than slimy and the tip is a light blue

Lots of veins too

Kalim:

6 inches

So sensitive

He begs.

Loves blow jobs but would NEVER ask for them

Heavy soft balls

A dark brown tip and there's lil red swirlies

Cum is thick

Tastes like coconut toothpaste

Jamil:

mmmmmmmmMMMMMMM

BIG

So big

Destroy me PLEASE

7.8 inches and a big curve upwards

Likes fingers in his ass, just like Kanye west

Doesn't like blow jobs he cums too quick :(

Gets overstimulated easily and when he does hes highly submissive

Cum a lil thick (its all the curry he eats)

Its yummy tho

Tastes salty and a lil sweet

Like a pretzel

Tip is a redish-brownish

Vil:

Hes a very odd case

Hes big, dont get me wrong

But mans does NOT have sex 😭

He complains it ruins his makeup

7.4 inches with a few veins

Oh yeah hes unclipped too idk why but he is

Tip is a pinky purple color

Balls got some weight, they're not sensitive

Rook:

Hes an even weirder case

Hes very big but almost NEVER penetrates you

Hed much rather be in between your legs for hours on end

Making you cum on his face gives him so much pleasure

He doesn't touch himself either

When he's eating you out he has one hand thrusting fingers into your pussy, the other hand thrusting fingers into your ass(hes an ass man I know he is) while he sucks on your clit the whole time

He cums on the sheets whenever you do bc he knows how good you feel

Hes 8.5 inches with a curve down, large vein going upward

A creme colored tip

Cum normal consistency, you don't know what it tastes like because he never let's you suck him off :(

Epel:

Small boy

Whimpers

A lot

Hes 6 inches with a curve to the left

Light purple tip bc I said so

Light balls, but no squish :(

Cum is watery and tastes like lavender oil

Idia:

Oh god

Contrary to popular belief he has a lot of stamina

He doesn't have ANY experience tho

Played a lot of hentai games but thats the extent of his experience

I think it would be really funny if instead of whispering dirty talk or praise during sex he tells you the fnaf lore

Like he'll be blowing your back out and he'll just be like "so the crying child was actually william aftons son-" and then he cums

After hes done and doing aftercare he'll quiz you on the fnaf lore

If you get any of the questions wrong he'll fuck you until you can't walk as a punishment

If you get them all right he'll eat you out for hours until you also can't walk

Win win honestly

8 inches

TIP IS BLUUUEEEEEE

Cum is thick and salty, he doesn't take care of himself

Heavy, HEAVY balls. Very sensitive

He loves blow jobs too

Leona:

8.8 inches, but if we're being real to how ACTUAL lion anatomy is hes closer to 3 inches but yall aren't ready for that convo

Not sensitive at all, it takes so long for him to cum

But when he does hes so sweet, whispering praise after praise to you and lots of kisses

Cum is normal consistency, a lil on the thicker end

Its a bit bitter with a sweet aftertaste

Hes also unclipped and I will not elaborate

Idk if lions have them but if they do then he has a knot, not as big as jacks tho

Heavy balls, they're sensitive

Brown tip, like, dark brown tip

Ruggie:

7ish inches with a curve down

Also likes eating you out

Doesn't like having his balls touched

They're cute and squishy tho

Cum is also thick and doesn't taste like anything

Tip is a light brown and has a vein going through it

Jack:

8 inches.

Has a huge knot. Physically cannot pull out when it comes to it

Cum tastes like strawberries

Doesn't let you suck him off often bc he doesn't wanna knot in your mouth

Also gets pleasure from eating you out

Tip is grey and sensitive

Malleus:

Hes also like rook in the way he'd eat you out for hours if you'd let him

But he does penetrate you

Our big dragon boy loves the feeling of being inside your tight cunt

Will probably cum if you praise him

He has 2.

One on top one on the bottom

The one on top is longer, 9 inches while the one on the bottom is 7ish, the bottom one is a lot thicker tho

He'll be so slow easing them in and almost never goes fast when it comes to sex

He sees it as love making

They both have a black tip and the cum is normal consistency, tastes like... eggs? Hardboiled don't ask

Oh yeah his cum glows in the dark

Lilia:

Idc what you guys say this man is SO EXPERIENCED

He knows how to have sex properly and can make you cum in seconds if he feels like it

7 inches, his dick is where all his height went

Because he's so experienced he doesn't cum easily

PINK TIP PINK TIP

His cum is normal consistency, a little watery maybe

Tastes like citrus

Silver:

Loves when you ride him

Likes missionary too tho

7 inches too

His tip is grey

Very sensitive and gets overstimulated easily

Hes also just very submissive in general

Cum is watery and tastes like what a new car smells like

Sebek:

LOUD

SO LOUD

CANT TAKE THIS BITCH ANYWHERE

Cries during sex

Loves when you pull his hair

Does he have horns? If he does they're very sensitive

Cums if you touch them

Hes a crocodile right

Nah he has horns

8 inches no other comments

GREEN TIP

Cum is thick and bitter

We love him tho

Balls squishy

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A/n: im so fuckibg tired god help me

[cherryredstars]

how would simon be w an s/o who's very sensitive both emotionally and physically??☹️😢 sfw&nsfw pls🥺🫠 ur writing is amazing bb hope u're doin great🤍🌸

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, 18+, NSFW Labeled

Summary: Things SImon does when dating an emotionally and physically sensitive reader

A/N: Why are you guys being so relatable lately wtf?? I’m physically sensitive too!!!

Word Count: 1.3K (Not Edited)

SFW

Simon is slightly relieved to know you’re sensitive to touch. While your reasons may be different from his, it gives him a breather. It alleviates the pressure of having to be physically intimate right away. Both of you ease into it, figuring out what works and what doesn’t. What pace is right? What’s too much? What’s too little? What’s just right? You both learn to become comfortable touching each other. 

As you guys begin to become comfortable touching each other, he begins to realize your sensitivity isn’t going anywhere. That’s okay, he’s built to adapt. Instead of holding your hands fully, he doesn’t press his palm against yours so it doesn’t trigger your senses. He’ll link your pinky with his when locking hands is still too much. If touching your hand is too much? He’s encouraging you to put your hands into his pocket so you can still hold onto him without directly touching his body. If you have a certain way you do something, like cuddling or hand holding, he makes sure to memorize it and makes sure it's to your liking every time. 

He’s analytical, observant. He takes notes of what fabrics and materials you like. What’s too fluffy, what’s too scratchy, how long can you handle touching those things? What food textures are gross, how long can you eat something before the realization of its texture hits? After he knows these things, he becomes considerate of them. He’ll only give you his sweaters and shirts that are made of the right fabrics, going out to buy more if he doesn’t have a lot or none at all. When he orders food or makes things for you when you come over to his flat, he’s only preparing your safe foods. If his sheets and pillows are too scratchy or soft, he’s taking you to the nearest department store to find ones you approve of. The couch is in need of a replacement anyways if you find the cushions too scratchy. He’s even changing his cologne if it smells too strong and he’s stocked up on candles and air fresheners that are of your favorite scents. His apartment is always aired out when there is food so the smell doesn’t get trapped inside. 

He’s hyper aware of your feelings all of the time. He had to learn how to do it first. It left him shocked when you thought he was upset or on the verge of breaking up with you because of his unintentional tone when he speaks to you. He tries to fix his behaviors, giving you signs to show how he’s feeling. It’s weird for him, expressing his feelings outright instead of keeping them close to his chest. But he finds that it comforts you, eases that anxiety in your mind. He’s willing to do it if it makes you happy. 

He’s always checking up on you, making sure everything is alright. Is it too loud here? Does your food taste alright? Does the lighting bother you? Do you want to switch seats? Is it too hot, too cold? While he might not be able to control everything around him, he tries to make it better for your sake. He’s protective of you and he wants to make sure you’re having fun no matter what the two of you are doing. 

Simon always gives the taskforce a talk before they come to see you or you come to base. Simon is used to the boys’ banter and jokes, but you might not be. Simon knows Johnny likes to pick fun at things, it's just how his humor is. But Simon will be damned if Johnny says something that hurts your feelings or makes you uncomfortable. So he gives them a little run through of what’s acceptable and what’s not. You had arrived earlier than expected one time, laughing as you overheard. If the boys, or anyone for that matter, start to say something that he knows is going to bother you in any shape or form, he shuts it down quickly with a glare or a clearing of his throat. 

He knows sometimes the weather makes you feel yucky. He knows it affects your mood and you don’t prefer to do certain things depending on the weather. He’s prepared for everything. He’s constantly checking his weather apps, (yes there are multiple so he can be more accurate), to see how the day will play out. He’s prepared for the slightest possibility of snow or rain. He has everything you like to do for every weather forecast and he knows the best ways to cheer you up on the yucky days.

He knows that him leaving on deployment is the hardest thing for you. So he tries to make the leave smooth. He’s spending the last few days of leave with you and doing whatever you want. He’s cuddling and talking you through the process over and over again. He reminds you how much he loves you, how he’ll do everything he can to make it back home to you, reassures you that it pains him too whenever he leaves you and how much he’s going to miss you. He reminds you of all the things he leaves behind for when you really miss him, who you can contact on base in case of emergencies that you need to send to him. He wakes the two of you up extra early on the day he leaves so you can get the peak of your emotions out while he’s still here for you. 

NSFW

He loves to see how far he can push you, with your permission of course. He’s melting ice cubes on your skin as he devours your sex, his cold fingers touching that gummy spot inside you until you're crying from the sensation. He’ll purposely keep his hands cold, washing them in icy cold water before he touches you so he can see the way you shiver at his touch. 

He loves bringing in toys. He presses vibrates to your nipples and sex, watching the way your body tries to jump away from the stimulation. He brings things to brush against your skin, watching leather and silk ghost over your skin until you're a shivering and whimpering mess. 

He likes the idea of sensory deprivation with you. Loves making you wear ear plugs or earmuffs that drown out the noise, making you startle at every touch. If you’ll allow him and promise, absolutely promise that you’ll communicate clearly, he’ll blindfold you with soft material and see how much more sensitive you get. 

Loves small, delicate slaps and rubbing against you. Small slaps that only surprise you, not hurt, to your ass, your cheek, or to your sex. He’s quickly soothing over it, rubbing the skin to make any sting go away. He loves working you up, massaging your skin in his rough hands. He likes rubbing you, rubbing his hands or legs against your body. Especially loves dragging and nudging his cock against your sex and lips. 

Loves going down on you and fingering because you won’t stop moving. You’re always squirming, closing your thighs and trying to kick and push him off because it just feels so good and you can’t control a single thing your body is doing in response to Simon’s foreplay expertise. 

He loves how easy and explosive your releases are. A few strokes from his tongue, fingers, or cock has you spirling over the edge. You moan and mewl, throwing your head back as you sob and breath heavily. But it’s never enough for him. He’s ripping orgasm after orgasm from you. Sometimes it isn’t even intentional, you just end up cumming. You always get overstimulated once he’s done with you.

He sets up safewords, and he encourages you--no, he begs-- you to use them when you need them. He reassures you that he cares more about your comfort than getting off. If anything becomes too much you have to tell him. He uses the color system. Yellow for when you need a break and red as a hard stop. While he wants to test your limits, he doesn’t want to push you too far away from safety. If you ever grow too sensitive or didn’t like the way something felt on your body it’s important to him that you tell him instantly.

[consuming-karma]

THE LOST BOYS HAND HCS.

buwan’s notes: I’d like to thank @britany1997 for fueling my wild obsession with the lost boys and their hands, and also for agreeing with me that Paul’s the KING of fingering. Thanks. 🤭

episode summary: talking about the lost boys and their sexy hands. yes I’m crazy.

content warnings: hand kinks, some hcs are for fem/masc audiences (will specify so). , spit kink, different other kinks that will take forever to mention, NSFW, me honestly talking about how my favourite necklaces is Dwayne’s hands, yeah..

PAUL

starting off strong with Paul, Brit this one is for you mainly (and me, but I’m on the side).

I think paul has very veiny and bruised hands. I think that the blonde has the type to manage to get bruises or cuts unintentionally and never notice it!

his fingernails aren’t long, and his fingers are somewhat long and he has HUGE palms.

like marko, he has the tendency to chew on his nails, maybe even bite the skin around it.

Paul’s hands is also littered with rings, I can’t begin to explain to you how many rings he has in his own little corner of the cave, even the other guys come to borrow from him time to time!

If I didn’t know any better I would’ve definitely done the “your hands are way bigger than mine 🥺” technique at him, it’s funnier knowing that Paul’s probably the type to fall for it.

Paul also has a tendency to need to grab, he will hold onto anything. His preference is your chest though, he loves how they cup perfectly into his.

he’s very touchy-feely, he doesn’t seem to understand how good it feels to just have you in his hands or arms, whether that’s just you hooking your pinky around his or letting Paul place his hand on your inner thigh, he just loves it.

If I could say anything, I’d say Paul gets off more on touching you rather than you touching him.

maybe even gets higher than he does smoking weed.

He’s like one of those cats who paw at you whenever they’re comfortable. He grabs at thighs, at upper arms, at the tummy. He loves all of you and want all of you to fit in his hands.

Paul’s hands are somewhat rough, I see Paul to be the type to suck at hand care and only really uses hand sanitizer and maybe lotion. (For you know what ;) ).

Brit and I are firm believers that he is the KING of fingering/oral.

Paul thrives, survives on pleasing his mate/partner.

His hands can grip and squeeze and please.

I like to think that Paul loves the way your thighs pool from out his palms, and how it doesn’t fit in both of his hands.

For my feminine readers out there, Paul would love to graze the tips of his fingers on your stretch marks and whisper sweet little dirty nothings into your ears as his free hand just rubs you on your hip dips. :)

Masc readers, never forgetting about y’all, his thick hands definitely wrap perfectly around your cock, and he definitely looks up at you prettily with those baby blues. His painted nails and rings make beautiful accessories for your dick <3.

Paul unintentionally fingers you to the point of overstimulation though, he’s got the attention span of a puppy and will not notice, no matter how many times you cum onto his hands.

his hands look amazing covered in cum and saliva ;)

spit on his hands and tell him to fuck his fist, his only lube being your saliva..

“Paul!” You whined, grabbing at his hands as they gripped firmly at your thighs. His face sported a grin as your squirmed in his hold, a worried look on your face.

It’s been hours since his fingers worked their magic inside of your hole, he worked your walls until they couldn’t anymore and it seemed like Paul would never stop.

A surprised moan left your lips as Paul grazed over a sensitive spot, Paul seemed to feel like the devil in disguise as he no longer grazed your sweet spot, more so, started abusing it.

You couldn’t stop your thighs from shaking and kicking as the overstimulation Paul gave you shook you to your core. You can see the black and white spots appear in your vision as you feel yourself get closer and closer to another high.

It felt like forever before Paul finally plunged his fingers deep into your hole one last time, letting you ride his digits until you came down from his high, twitching from the overstimulation.

After a short while, Paul gently pulled his fingers away, a string of cum connecting his digits to your hole before Paul brought it up to his lips and gently sucked.

His free hand held your hips in place, as you hazily looked up at him with confusion and a red face.

“Has anybody told you how divine you taste, babe?”

(visuals) :

MARKO

Marko’s hands are less veined than the rest of the boys, turning when he was around eighteen had him keep the smooth skin of a baby.

The curly-head’s hands are definitely more daintier than the rest of the boys, most of them have rough maybe thick hands, but Marko’s are thin and has little veins.

Although Marko covers it up with his fingerless gloves, I’d like to think that his hands are very smooth to the touch, his handcare is 10/10.

like Paul, his nails aren’t super long, I’d say he likes to keep them a nice length, but bites them off on the way.

His thumb has a mark where he keeps biting it with his teeth, unlike the other boys who might have bruises or cuts, he has a noticeable bump on his thumb and a small mark on his nail.

type of guy to be short but his hands are still bigger than yours. He always talks about his hands fits yours so well and how he loves seeing the size difference of both your palms together.

type of guy to also tell you that your body fits perfectly into his hands, his hands mold perfectly with your hips and thighs.

most of the time Marko does dirty talk you, but you can never reply back because most of his dirty talk’s in Italian, and you’re busy trying to keep Marko’s wandering hands from going under your shirt and latching onto your chest.

If Paul’s the most touchy with his hands, Marko takes second place with how touchy he is.

Marko has the tendency to play with his hands when anxious or anticipating something. He rubs his hands or massages his palms, looking off to wherever he’s expecting something.

Marko’s fingers don’t stretch you as much as the rest of the boys do, although the boys might be a bit more chunkier, Marko’s hands are small enough that they stretch you out to where it doesn’t hurt.

Marko’s hand game is strong, Paul gets cramps, but Marko doesn’t, I mean, the boy paints, he’s probably got some cool ass tricks in his sleeves to keep him from losing energy during your bedroom deeds.

Marko likes to listen to your sounds and your body, whenever he’s fingering you, he doesn’t mind the squealing or the squelching, he knows he’s the one who made you sound like that, and if anything, he’s more proud of it.

if I were to rate his fingering skills? 7/10. He’s got some learning to do but most of the time he’ll probably have you screaming his name from his fingers.

Fem!readers, this man eats pussy like he’s starved! Not the point though, because his hands are where it’s at, he knows how to work you up, and loves to tease, the tips of his fingers padded perfectly on top of your clit and he loves to go fast. No mercy. So while he’s enjoying a nice meal, you’re enjoying yourself.

Masc!readers, exactly the same!! This guy sucks cock like an animal and honestly it would take everything to get this guy off your dick. Since Marko’s hands are daintier, his hands definitely look amazing wrapped around you.

Marko would never admit it but, he loves when you stain his fingerless gloves with your cum <3, he’s the real artsy type.

He probably fingers you in public as well, no care in the world.

his favourite past time is watching your hands wrap around his cock, while his hands are bound together to keep him from being impatient <3

tie his pretty hands up and gag him, he likes the challenge!

Marko held you by the hands, his palms pressing them firmly to your back, your stomach to the bed and your back facing him. the curly-headed boy had you pinned to your nest in the cave.

Marko’s growls sounded in your ear as you felt your stomach flutter at his sounds. You could see him from your peripheral vision, his curls falling in front of his eyes as he pinned you.

You could feel the pads of his fingers gently running across the small of your back, almost..appreciating it in a sense, his hands felt soft, yet firm.

Finally, his hands slipped down to your ass, squeezing it in his palms as you squirmed from his firm grip. A small mantra of Marko’s name left your lips, unable to look back to see your boyfriend’s face.

You could feel from the air that he was enjoying this, enjoying you.

Marko, with the strength, turned you around, you laid on your back, bare for his hands to just wander.

His hands travelled from your ass back to your hips, up your stomach, and ended right on your chest. If it wasn’t so lewd, you would’ve thought Marko was giving you a massage.

Marko’s touch teased you relentlessly, you just wanted to yell out for him to touch you, use you. You wanted it so desperately, and Marko knew.

He grinned at your display of biting your lips and the small twitches his touch gave you.

“See, baby? You fit perfectly in the palms of my hands.”

(visuals) :

DAVID

David’s hands are very thick, probably the most thickest out of the boys.

His hands are the best for holding, gripping.

David’s hands could probably cover your whole ass if I know anything.

David’s very careful about his handcare. I think that David has the softest hands out of the boys, he takes good care of them, especially if he wears gloves to cover them.

Though I also think he’s got some blisters, years of driving motorcycles do that to you.

He’s got pretty long fingernails, they’re long enough to have the annoyance of cleaning them every time something gets under his nails.

He brings a cuticle around, I just can’t lie. I think that he’s the type of guy to be like those girls who’s always filing their nails.

probably pinches the hardest as well, he likes to do it when you’re not paying attention and actually causes bruises 😭.

watching him work without his gloves is so attractive, his hands moving as he writes in a notebook or diary, or when he’s playing with a cigar, it’s very, very, attractive.

The pads of his fingers is very soft, not tough like Dwayne’s and Paul’s.

Barely any rings litters his hands and the ones he has are very basic, no intricate designs, most of his complicated rings actually tore through a set of his gloves and he never worn flashy rings ever since.

Leather is his best friend, whether that’d be gloves or the handles of his motorcycle, or in this case, a leash to your collar.

He’s very into oral fixation, he loves shoving his fingers down your throat, likes the ability of being able to choke you out without pulling out his cock to do so.

He’ll also make you suck his digits clean after a long night of teasingly fingering you.

He loves seeing his hands around your throat too, he’s a sadistic little shit, if he doesn’t get off, you don’t either.

I think he’s got the thickest fingers out of the boys, he’s the one who stretches you out the most and sometimes it feels good, but it’s when he teased, that’s when you don’t like it.

Fingering skills are, annoyingly, at a 9/10. It would’ve been a ten if he didn’t tease.

Would NEVER ever paint his nails, like the boys always seem to have black nail polish and Marko’s and Paul’s are always chipped, but David’s is clean, polished, in good health.

His hands wrapped around your waist and dipping into your waistband, the tips of his fingers on the hand of your underwear.

Pulls you to him by hooking his pointer finger into your belt loops and into his chest.

Let him choke you out!!! He’ll be gentle!! Only because you’re human though.

Thumb on your lips always!! His thumbs make good work of finishing you!!!

A small shush left the platinum blonde as you tried to stop your whines, you moved uncomfortably on his motorbike’s seat, the leather being soaked in your wetness.

“careful, dear, you’re making a mess.” David mused, his lips shaped in a taunting smirk as his hands dipped deeper into your core.

You bit your lip to hold in your squeals, teased and tired. David could watch your expressions for the rest of his life.

he’ll never get tired of the way you cling onto his coat, your fingernails digging into its seams, as if any longer you’d have ripped his coat apart from the overwhelming feeling of his fingers pleasing you.

You tried to stay silent, feeling people’s gazes on you as you sat uncomfortable on David’s lap, his coat covered the indecent display of his digits inches deep inside you.

You were desperate for release, searching for your other three boyfriend to earn some mercy from David.

Your eyes looked around the boardwalk, eyes flicking from every similar person who looked similar to your boys.

Suddenly a chuckle and loud voices were heard, you saw your boys from afar. Hopeful, you decided to move off of David’s fingers when his free hand reached up to stop you by the throat.

A light squeeze to your throat, making you gulp and your core pulse with need.

“Eyes on me, dear. Don’t look at anybody else, especially when I’m this deep inside of you.”

(visuals) :

DWAYNE

THE BIGGEST OF THE BOYS!

DEFINITELY has the most veins out of the boys.

Can’t lie, Brit has listened to me want to lick his veins.

He’s got the lengthiest fingers out of them too. He’s the best when it comes to fingering.

His fingernails are nicely trimmed, it’s also littered with rings, his left hand is always bare though since he uses that hand primarily to hold laddie’s and he’s scared that Laddie might get cut from his rings.

Dwayne somewhat cares about his hands, he uses David’s shit though, lotion, Vaseline, serum, cream.

David doesn’t know how he runs out of hand cream so fast too.

Dwayne does carry his own hand sanitizer, but most of it goes to laddie and Paul.

Dwayne doesn’t have really flashy rings either, he doesn’t like the way it clicks together and it puts him in a very uncomfortable situation because he likes to massage his hands when awkward.

He’s big everywhere, his height, his heart, his cock, his hands. It’s crazy.

Prob can carry you in one hand, one arm under your ass and your arms around his neck.

Although he likes fingering, he prefers playing with your clit/cock even more, he’s surprisingly has the best stamina over all the guys but he likes to keep it secret.

A good surprise, I’d say.

I see him as the type to be more sensual than sexual. His hands are best at love-making than rough fucking.

besides Marko, he’s one of the best massuage therapists out there.

His hands somehow find every tense crack in your bones and somehow is able to perform chiropractic procedures like aligning your neck properly or fixing a locked jaw.

He owns a ton of essential oils, his hands always seem to smell of lavender or peppermint, and sometimes he does use it on you.

The boys have learnt that if you both smell like the same thing then you both most likely fucked teehee.

Dwayne’s hands are best for pulling hair!!!

Watch him tangle his digits into your hair and pull gently, maybe whenever you’re sucking him off, or when he needs a little handlebar during sex.

he likes to cover your mouth with his huge hands whenever you’re having a quickie in public, he loves the idea of keeping you quiet with just his hands over your mouth as he dicks you down in a shady alleyway.

He also looks amazing covering his lips with his hands, his veins are more prominent and they run down all the way to his upper arm.

I wouldn’t blame you if you told me you wanted to follow that long vein to the end ;)

his hands definitely flex and his veins show while he grips your headboard to death.

Dwayne’s actor, Billy rips panties with one hand, it’s no surprise Dwayne wouldn’t either.

And god he looks amazing doing so..

Hold his hands while you ride him, he wants to see you be so dependent on him and his hands, he’ll make you feel good, don’t worry! Just relax and let him do the work.

Leaves hand prints all over your body from how strong he grips!

In the end, let Dwayne wash your hair for you! He gives a good massage and he’ll leave you feeling relaxed then ever.

“Yeah…there..” you sighed in content, your stomach to your bed as a deep rumble of a chuckle was heard. “Feel good, sweetheart?” You nodded hazily, your hands gripping onto the sheets with pleasure.

“God Dwayne..when were you going to tell me you were this good?..” you groaned, feeling his huge hands run themselves down your back almost passionately. You could feel his fingers gently scan your back for any tense spots to fix.

A hearty chuckle was only heard from your boyfriend as he gently pushed his thumb into a tense spot in your back, a small crack leaving it as you let out a surprise yelp, before relaxing once again.

“Fuck..” you cursed out, feeling Dwayne’s hands reach up onto your shoulder and dig themselves into your shoulder blade. A whine left your lips as another pop was heard from your body.

You’ve never been so relaxed and turned on at this point, Dwayne feels amused by your reactions, sighing and whining in content and relaxation. He lives for the pleasure he gives you.

His hands massaged one of his favourite scented oils into your skin, hydrating it, and making you smell absolutely delicious to him, he couldn’t help but place a few kisses at the back of your neck as you felt like falling asleep under Dwayne’s touch.

After a while of a slow, long, amazing massage from Dwayne, the dark-haired man deemed you relaxed enough before he gently pulled you by the thighs, resting in between them as you yelped in surprise.

“Think you’re finished? Daddy needs his release too.”

(visuals) :

[ryker-others]

Ryker 👀👀👀👀👀

I saw requests are open, could I have something about Dan Heng and Sampo being clingy? They're so adorable 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️

Vi! My first request! I'm so hyped for this! I hope I do both Dan Heng and Sampo justice for this

Dan Heng:

it's rare for Dan Heng to be clingy

and when he is, he's very subtle about it

most of the time it starts with little touches like him linking your pinkies while standing together

which then turns into him holding your hand

and then slowly moving closer

it's his silent way of asking for more affection from you

but if you still don't get the hint and give him attention after that, he will pull you into his arms

he's less likely to do this if others are around, but if it's people he's comfortable with like those on the Astral Express, he has no problem with them seeing him being clingy

he will just pull you in for cuddles without a word

Dan Heng gets a little pouty when you have to leave him to do something

but he won't stop you

whenever you have to leave he has a moment of hesitation as he tries to figure out how to get you out of whatever you need to do so you can stay with him

if he can't figure anything out he will very hesitantly let you go

but he wants your affection and cuddles when you come back

how can you say no to his adorable face?

"It'll only be a couple hours at most."

Dan Heng didn't seem to fully accept your reasoning. He had his arms around you, gently holding you close to him with his head on your shoulder. Though his eyes were closed, he was listening closely to everything you said. He just didn't want you to have to leave his arms.

"It's a simple mission right? You can ask March to do it."

"March has her own things to do."

He hummed and you felt his arms tighten around you for a second. He had done this before, but he seemed to really be thinking this one through.

"I'm sure March has some spare time. You could always ask Welt or Himeko too."

"It's my mission. I promise it'll be quick."

"But I want you here with me."

Though his tone was very plain and matter-of-fact like, you could hear the faint pout in his voice. You couldn't help but laugh lightly at his clingy tendency.

"Alright then, how about you come with me on the mission?"

You could feel him lightly smile against your shoulder. It was a solution he certainly was happy with. He gets to spend more time with you while you get your mission done.

Slowly, he unwrapped his arms from around you and moved one hand down to hold your own. His teal eyes looked into your own with such warmth and love.

"Then let's go."

Sampo:

this man is clingy all the time

he just can't get enough of your attention and affection

can you blame him?

he just loves you so much!

he hates when you're gone for too long and becomes so needy for affection

as soon as you get back, expect Sampo to be attached to you

unlike Dan Heng, Sampo is so open and obvious about how clingy he is

he will say just about anything for your affection

"What? I do my best thinking when I'm in your arms!"

he gets so upset when you have to leave too

"But who's gonna cuddle me and give me kisses while you're away?"

"Sampo I'll only be gone for an hour."

"I'm going to freeze without your arms and kisses to warm me!"

this is a common occurrence

Sampo will even hold you tight against him until you absolutely have to go and you have to convince him to release you

what could you possibly need to do that's more important than cuddles with your dear boyfriend?

"Noooooooooooo."

"Sampo we're completely out of your juice. I need to go get some more."

Your boyfriend has you in quite the predicament. He was out of juice, and he needed that in the mornings or else he would be grumpy. He claims his day doesn't start right without it.

But he also didn't want you to leave him to go to the store. Sampo had his arms around you as he laid atop you. You could see the pout on his face from his resting spot on your chest. It was one of his favorite ways to cuddle you and he loves feeling your arms around him. So of course he didn't want you to leave!

"But darling! You know I can't go out there right now! The guards are still on high alert for the great Sampo Koski after his latest performance."

"You'll be upset in the morning if you don't have it though."

"I can manage as long as I have you my love!"

It was a serious debate in your mind. Stay and cuddle with Sampo only having to deal with how grumpy he may be in the morning? Or leave him and go the store? He would survive if you left him (despite what he says), but he looks so cute and loveable in your arms.

As you weighed your options, Sampo gave you a smile and placed a light kiss on the base of your neck. Taking one look at that adorable smile, your mind was made.

"Fine, I'll stay here."

"Yay! More love from my wonderful darling. I knew I'm a lucky man."

[starleska]

* falls up the stairs downwards and out of a closet* I HAVE A REQUEST!

Wally x Touched starved reader please

Thank you<3

hahaha, of course!! i've actually received several requests for a touch-starved reader, so i think y'all are feeling a way 🥺💖

content warning for implied past abuse - i'm writing a Reader who may have a reason for being touch-starved. it isn't graphic, but just in case folks are sensitive to that topic!

Wally Darling x Touch-Starved Reader headcanons

💖 when you first meet Wally, you shy away from his constant physical affection. Wally is a very huggy person, and he's forever giving his friends comforting taps and touches by way of his friendship. however, the first time he tries to hug you, you flinch back, thinking he must have an ulterior motive. the hurt in Wally's eyes makes you feel guilty for the rest of the day, but you can't get over this in-built response designed to protect you. being touched isn't something you feel you deserve, and even the idea of accidentally brushing hands is dizzying to you. however, Wally returns a few hours later after your startled response. he offers his hand to you, which is clad in bright green fabric and dotted with pictures of bumblebees. "Julie lent me her gardening gloves," Wally explains, "so touching won't be as scary." you're so overwhelmed by the sweetness and absurdity of his gesture that you break down in tears.

💖 it's a while before you let Wally touch you properly, but once you do, you can't get enough. Wally is incredibly plush and cuddly - even the skinniest part of his body is soft and plump like a stuffed toy!! you start slow with holding hands, and Wally works with you, first locking his pinkie around yours and holding it for a minute at a time. soon, you're confident enough to lean against Wally while he keeps his arms at his side. Wally tries to act inconspicuous when you do this, whistling tunelessly and pretending not to notice you. the first time you hug Wally, you slip up behind him unnoticed and seize him tightly around the waist. Wally makes a soft, "Oh!" of surprise and twists around, trying to look at you, but you've buried your face in the sumptuous material of his cardigan. he chuckles warmly, and gives you a reassuring pat on the head.

💖 once the seal is broken, Wally is determined to show you what you've been missing. Wally decides his new favourite game is wrapping you up tight in a blanket burrito, and nuzzling the top of your head while you pretend-struggle to escape. the deep pressure is wonderful and soothing, although it never lasts long; Wally loves cuddling you so much that he always releases you from your soft prison much too soon, and then you're falling on top of one another, consumed with the giggles. when the two of you are alone, Wally will often snuggle up into the crook of your neck, sighing happily as he loops his arms around your shoulders and all but climbs into your lap. sometimes you fall asleep like that, together: a silly, happy mess of rumpled sheets and tangled limbs.

this was a very cute request - thank you so much 🥰💖

[deerlottie]

Mayhaps some shaunat smut dabbles? Preferably Wilderness time 🥺🥺🥺🥺

~🦕

🐶🦝 — summer love

summary: it's summertime and you can't stay another day in that hot, stuffy cabin or you might melt. so, you decide to take your girlfriends out to the lake to cool off. warnings: 18+ MDNI, threesomes, public sex(no one's there besides u and shaunat), nipple play

"god," nat pants, wiping sweat off her brow and groaning. "i would've rather stayed in the cabin then hike all the way up here for this shit."

you roll your eyes and look back at her with a playful glare, scoffing as you flip her off. "you can always go back."

shauna giggles at your guys' antics and gasps as she sees the opening to the lake. "yes, finally!" she starts running and flings off her backpack filled with spare clothes for you all on the sand, rushing in the cool, blue water. "it feels so nice!" she sighs, laying back and letting the water float her around.

you and nat take your time undressing - she carelessly throws her clothes aside while you make sure to gently put them on the towels you brought. you jog up to the shoreline, getting in about knee deep, and the water makes you shiver in delight. nat walks up beside you, and you're just about to make a comment on how her boobs look in her red bra before shauna splashes you both.

"asshole!" she grumbles, but a slight smile appears on her lips. shauna sticks her tongue out at her before nat gets her revenge, pushing shauna playfully back into the water. you three begin a water fight, and you're pretty sure you've inhaled half of the lake after nat calls a truce. you get in one last splash at nat though, who pinches your ass on the way back to the sand, mumbling something about her hair being ruined.

"don't act like you didn't have fun, natty." you give her a side eye as she comfortably lies down on towel to sunbathe.

you grab your towel and place it in the middle of theirs - always in the middle of a shauna and nat sandwich, you think. you sigh in relaxation as you cool off, feeling nat subtly inch her pinky closer to yours and wrap it around your finger. you turn your head and look at her, eyes wandering as you take her in. she has her eyes closed, and her cheeks are a dark shade of pink against her pale skin, either from the touch or from the heat, but either way, you find it cute. the water drips down between her breasts, which are smushed together beautifully from her bra.

"what are you staring at over there?" shauna leans into to your side, her body halfway on yours.

"nothing." you quickly respond, leaning up and giving her a kiss.

"oh, yeah?" she tilts her head, and you nod bashfully. "because it looked like you were staring at nat's tits." shauna smirks, and you hear nat laugh from beside you, opening her eyes and getting on her side. she scoots in next to you and puts her hand on your stomach, and you feel it flip. "were you? naughty girl."

you laugh nervously, gulping at how you're basically trapped between your two girlfriends "maybe i was, maybe i wasn't. what are you gonna do about it?" you tease, wondering where this will take you.

nat and shauna look at each other, and they nod in some sort of secret agreement before shauna reaches behind nat and unclasps her bra, letting her tits spill out.

"is this what you wanted?" nat rasps, practically shoving her breasts in your face.

your eyes nearly pop out of your head, feeling your mouth water as she gets on top of you, holding your shoulders down and grabbing one of her tits before placing it inches in front of your mouth. "be a good girl, won't you?"

without any hesitation, you latch onto her nipple and suck like your life depends on it. nat groans, her hand buried next to your head in the sand as the other cradles your cheek.

you feel shauna shift next to you and see her take off her bra, taking your hand and making you squeeze around her breast. "it's no secret you have a thing for our tits." she chuckles, letting out a sigh as you pinch her nipple. "is that why you took us here? to get us alone so you could have your fun like a pervert?"

your mouth makes a pop noise as you release nat's nipple from your mouth, shaking your head. "no! i-i just wanted to sp-"

shauna interrupts you by shoving her tits in your face, and you don't need to be told what to do before you start littering kisses along her chest. you look her in the eyes as you lick a stripe up to her nipple and take it in your mouth, the way her eyes darken and her little groan she lets out making you rut your hips into nat.

"i, for one, am glad you're a perv." nat jokes, biting your clavicle and soothing the pain with her tongue.

needless to say, you had your hands full that night.

[nanawritesit]

Choi San Boyfriend Headcanons!

listen, this man is my ultimate bias for a REASON. you are SO lucky if you have him as a boyfriend 😭

he’s a huge fan of PDA. holding hands, linking pinkies, having an arm around your waist, linking arms, hugging, and kissing are all things he’s comfortable doing in public (just pecks on the lips though, not full on making out LOL) he always has to be touching you in some way 🥰

he loves to play with your hair! no matter how long or short it is, he’ll always be running his fingers through it, twiddling with the ends, or ruffling it (if it’s long enough, he’ll even learn to braid it! it’s a very relaxing ritual that both of you love!)

and while kissing, his hands often end up tangled in your hair ;)

san isn’t really into big grand gestures of love… it’s the little things he does for you that let you know he loves you. he definitely has an “acts of service” love language!

he’ll wake you up when he notices your alarm doesn’t go off, brings you lunch while you’re at work, helps you with projects, carries your bag around for you while shopping… he does stuff like this without even thinking

i can’t imagine him yelling at you no matter how angry he might be. he’s very good at controlling his feelings so if he gets upset, he’ll just leave the room to give himself a moment to calm down before talking with you about the situation calmly and rationally

if you ever break a glass or plate of his, he’ll gently reassure you that it’s okay, it was just an accident, and first checks your hands for any injuries before helping you clean it up (cries in childhood trauma 😭)

you catch him just staring at you with a big dopey smile on his face ALL the time. and when you ask what’s wrong he goes “nothing, i just love looking at you.” 😊

he’s the best person to be around when you’re sad. (he is our comforting mountain after all!) he’ll never judge you, and instead just hold you tightly while you cry, whispering little reassurances and patting your back gently… after you calm down he’ll immediately offer to help you with whatever’s bothering you

he’s a big fan of the nickname “baby,” he uses it probably more than your actual name (i’m sorry if you hate it 😟)

“baby, come look at this!” “what’s wrong baby, do you need some help?” “i’m sorry you’re sad baby, everything will be okay.”

every once in a while he’ll let a “my love” slip, and when he’s begging for your attention he uses “honey” in a sickeningly sweet, whiny voice

he’ll never pass up an opportunity to tell you how beautiful you are. even when you’re bare-faced, have bed-head, and are wearing sweats, he thinks you’re absolutely stunning 🥰

you definitely don’t help with his plushy addiction… you buy him one like every week, and soon you both have to buy those nets that hold stuffed animals against the corner ceiling (oh god and if you ALSO love plushies??? your house will be DECKED OUT.)

that definitely wasn’t just a headcanon for me bc i have a squishmallow addiction ahahaha

he tries to act annoyed when you pester him while he’s reading, but he secretly thinks you’re super cute when you’re begging for his attention 🥺

wooyoung is so jealous of you for the longest time… you guys didn’t really get along until san locked you both in a room and told you to work out your differences 😀

which worked, surprisingly 😀 you both came out laughing up a storm and hanging off of each other

now you and wooyoung are besties. you even team up against san sometimes to bug him. he just corners you both and stares at you intensely, forcing you to look up at him to fluster you (he loves his little brats tho 💞)

we all know san needs to hold something to sleep… and i’m sorry if you like having room to yourself when you sleep, but that something is going to have to be you sometimes (cries in starfish sleeper)

maybe not every night, but at least once a week, he HAS to fall asleep with you in his arms

he always lets you lay your head on his shoulder while he does other tasks, in fact, he encourages you to!

like if you’re sitting next to him to relax, he’ll just reach over and push your head down to rest on his shoulder

he loves to paint your nails together 💅🏻 and do face masks!

when he’s away on tour, he’ll stay up all night talking to you if no one stops him (usually hongjoong has to lmaoooo)

speaking of which, he gets all flustered every time the members bring you up… he starts blushing and smiling like a fool 🥺

then he can’t stop himself from rambling on and on about how amazing you are ☺️

he also won’t stop flirting with you just because you’re dating

he’s constantly dropping pick up lines and hyping you up

like if you get all dressed up for a special event, his jaw will drop open and he’ll say something like “hey pretty lil thing, you come here often” 👀

and you’ll be like “san i’m literally your partner” 😑

he shares everything with you, without even thinking about it

snacks, drinks, hoodies… he’ll just hand them to you absentmindedly

at the end of the day, this boy would do literally anything just to see you smile. he thinks your smile is the prettiest sight in the world. he believes you deserve the world and wants nothing more than to give it to you 💞

[sethsclearwater]

Hiiii! Can u do one about how seth treats pregnant reader? Ty! <3

he'd be the sweetest🥺

...

"pretty girl," seth smiled when he stepped into the kitchen and saw you putting away the dishes, "you don't need to be doing that, i got it," he said softly, stepping up behind you so he could slide his hands over yours and help you set down the plates you were currently holding.

you were currently 9 months pregnant with his baby and couldn't have been more ready to give birth already but seth absolutely adored treating you even more carefully than normal and also couldn't seem to get enough of your pregnant belly.

you giggled, rolling your eyes as you leaned back into his chest, letting out a soft sigh as he slid his hands down your belly, gently lifting your bump so he could alleviate some of the weight from your back.

you let out a heavy sigh of relief as you allowed yourself to close your eyes, running your hands over his as your baby gave a gentle kick against seth's hands at the feeling of his touch, "i love you," seth murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your hair, "doin' such a good job carryin' our baby," he added, smiling when you giggled at the compliment.

"i love you too," you mused, peeking over your shoulder and opening your eyes to peek up at him, giggling when he immediately pressed a quick kiss to your lips, "she loves you too," you added when you felt another flutter in your belly as your baby kicked again.

"can't wait to meet her," seth said, smiling as he leaned down to kiss your lips again, this time a bit softer and slower. you let out a soft sigh against his lips, subconsciously pushing back up against him which had him letting out a breathy laugh against your lips.

he gently parted his lips from yours to smile at you, barely containing his laughter when he saw the pout on your face, "why don't you go lay down in the bedroom and i'll finish these up?" he suggested and you huffed, crossing your arms over your belly, still very much appreciating the fact that he was holding your belly up for you.

"promise i'll work on inducing you," he added teasingly and you smiled, suddenly much happier about the concept of laying down in bed with him.

as soon as emily let you know that sex could induce labor, you had seth working overtime in an attempt to induce your labor because none of the other tricks sue had suggested seemed to be working.

"promise?" you asked softly, giggling when he nodded and removed one hand from under your belly to playfully link your pinkies together.

"pinky promise," he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your intertwined fingers, "now go lay down for me, yea? i'll be up there in a minute," he cooed, slowly letting go of your belly and chuckling when you let out another huff when you felt the familiar weight of your baby back on you.

[xo-cod]

i can get behind mean/rough Simon but soft Simon has my heart in the palm of his hand. Soft Simon bc although it’s difficult for him to accept affection or be doted upon; once he gets the hang of it - this man loves hard and nobody can change my mind.

Soft Simon bc though he’s damaged, he’s still loved and it drives him up the wall. Simon who won’t participate in PDA but will hook pinkies together when standing close enough - but that doesn’t mean he won’t manhandle you in the bedroom and have you drooling all over yourself.

Soft Simon bc he deserves to be loved.

<3

-🕊️

soft simon, my beloved <33 🥹🥺

the man that grew up thinking he didn't deserve love clinging onto you like a koala in bed, wrapped up as best as he can to feel your skin under his touch <33

the same man who was uncomfortable and rigid with outright pda always finds a way to have those subtle lingering touches whether it be a small caress on your arm or his hand placed on the small of your back. at least some part of him always touching you so that he knows you're alive and you're with him <33

the same man who grew up surrounding by darkness and blood begging for another kiss before bed, not wanting to sleep until he had his fill with you <33

the same man who everyone thought was utterly cold hearted and ruthless always cracking some lame dad joke as you both bake together because he adores how the smile lights up your face, already knowing he would remember this moment for years to come <33

[luveline]

May I request more Eddie and Roan? I love and miss them. 🥺

“Roan’s in the bathroom.” 

You look up from your book quizzically. “How can you tell?” 

Eddie can tell because his fiendish spawn has been quiet far too long this morning, that and there’s a strange groan of the floor whenever someone stands near the sink. 

“I thought she was still sleeping,” you say, closing your book around your fingers. “Free time is over?”

Eddie laughs at you. It’s weird for him to get to lie here and do nothing, but weirder to do nothing with you (weird in the best way, the only way he’d ever want it). You’re just sitting there in your rumpled pyjamas looking as beautiful as the day you asked him out, and he looks about as underdressed as he did then, he’s sure, his t-shirt rolling at the neck and his pants stained with jelly. He wonders if this is the best part of domestic life, getting to sit and know Roan is safe if naughty, and you’re with him. Not doing anything in particular, just sitting with him, your thighs and calves touching, two (three) against the world. 

“You can stay and finish your book,” he says. 

“I’d be here for hours.” 

Eddie takes your wrist and drags you toward him for a kiss too brief to bother closing his eyes. “Mm, if you want to. I’ll go see what miss is up to.” 

You shake your head strangely, so he waits before standing. The sheets are pushed to the bottom of the bed, your bare calves peeking out of ridden pants. He reaches for your ankle. “What?” he asks, giving it a squeeze. 

“Can we… can we try to spend as much time together today as possible?” 

Eddie doesn’t need to ask you what you mean, but he does, he wants you to feel heard, “You feel like we’re not spending much time together?” 

“Not as much as I want.” 

You look embarrassed, and there’s no need for it. He can hear a tap running in the bathroom and he needs to investigate sooner rather than later, but he thinks this is pressing too. “Okay. Deal, babe.” He remembers how badly he wanted you at the beginning. He still wants you, but there was this unsure nervousness that ate him every time you came around, wondering when you’d stop. You never did.

Eddie holds up his pinky. “Shake on it?” 

You wrap your pinky around his and shake. 

“You better get up then,” he says. “We gotta go see what trouble’s doing.” 

You beam and hold his hand, letting him lead you to the bathroom, where the door is open, and Roan is washing her arms in the sink. 

“Whatcha doing?” Eddie asks her. 

She turns with wide eyes. “I got too much soap on my hands!”

“Oh no!” he says, your scratchy laughter behind him. “How did that happen?” 

There’s soap on her sleeves, on the floor, bubbles all over the sink and even on her cheek. Eddie lets you go to come up behind her, to her adorable relief. 

“I was trying to get my hands extra clean because Uncle Steve said germs live on the toilet,” she says. 

“They do,” Eddie says, guiding her hands under the water, messing with the faucet when the water comes out cruelly cold. “Here we go, nice and warm for you, bub. Don’t scrub anymore.” He holds her hands apart. “Let’s just wait for it to wash off.” 

You drop a towel by their feet. Roan and Eddie step onto it. He can see her socks are soaked, as are her sleeves. “We’ll get changed,” he says, holding his arm back for another towel, which you give quickly. “Let’s just dry you off, sweetheart. Way too much soap. There are lots of germs on the toilet but one squirt of soap is enough for next time.” 

“Ohh-kay.” 

Eddie dries her hands, her arms, and kisses her cheek. “Good morning.” 

“Yes! Good morning!” she says back, turning in his arms for a hug. 

Eddie pulls her up into his chest. “Listen, me and Y/N have agreed to be stuck together today,” he whispers.

“Are you not stuck together most of the time?” she asks. 

You laugh again. “We are.” 

Eddie hikes her up onto his hip and drags you in on his other side. This is how you stay for much of the day, hip to hip, hands intertwined. You sit in thankfully dry pyjamas around the kitchen table eating dinner with your chairs unreasonably close together, Roan included. Eddie doesn’t find it suffocating for even a moment. This is how he likes it, his girls, their quirks, and a salad absolutely loaded with roasted bacon bits. 

“Yum,” Roan says as she grabs a cherry tomato off of his plate. 

Eddie squirms at her. “Not cool, babe.” 

You drop two of your tomatoes onto his plate. Roan steals another one as he leans down to give you a thank you kiss, but it’s fine. She giggles as she eats it.

Eddie goes princess style with it and cups the back of your head to feel you smiling into his lips. “Sick of me yet?” he asks. 

You murmur a sweet no and close your eyes again. Eddie kisses you quick and pulls you in for a hug, ignoring the fork in your hand. 

[funera1pyre]

hello there! I don't know if you take requests or not, but I'm here to tell you that I love your writing and your "iii is fuming..." fic is one of my favorites 😁 I would really love to hear your take on the NSFW ABC's for iii if that's something you're interested in. thank you very much for your time! 💖

im so glad you liked it, anon 🥺

iii nsfw alphabet!! 💜

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

i think iii crashes pretty fast (he cant help it) but just as he takes care of you, he expects it in return. if he has enough energy he loves taking a bath/shower with you afterwards

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

iii loves his hands and his neck. once again big hands make brain go brrr he loves holding your small hands/linking pinkies and loves when you choke him 🤭🤭

his favorite on his partner is their hips and thighs. LOVES LOVES squeezing your thighs and gripping your hips when he rails you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves cumming on your thighs and stomach. thinks you look so pretty 🥹

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

likes crossdressing and wearing skirts/fishnets 🙃 loves when you call him pretty and likes being called babygirl

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

iii has had a few partners in the past and definitely knows what he’s doing. your relationship is the first one where he’s really started to come out of his shell and be more submissive, though

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LOVES when you ride him. especially in reverse cowgirl cuz he loves your ass

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

it’s iii, of course he’s silly during sex. he can definitely be more on the serious side but its just in his nature to crack jokes

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

def hates having too much hair down there so he keeps it trimmed shortly

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

iii always makes sure you are feeling good and always puts your pleasure above his. he can be super cheesy and romantic but more often than not he’s caught up in the moment and just wants to make you cum

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

okay hear me out. he jacks off alot. especially when he’s away on tour, he’s so pent up from being away from you he has to call you so he can cum for you ☹️

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

CROSSDRESSING!!!! LOVES dressing pretty for you. omg suck him off while he’s wearing a skirt he will go crazy. HUGE EXHIBITIONIST. loves being choked. loves being overstimulated. 100% gets off on eating you out. big masochist and i’ll die on that hill

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

iii loves fucking you in risky places and thrives on the adrenaline it gives him. takes you on the couch more often than the bed

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

being bossed around and called cute names ☹️ eating you out, when you touch his neck

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he cannot be a hard/rough dominant. even when he’s in the more dominant role, he’s more of a pleasure top. he’s never felt comfortable in the role

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

highly prefers giving to receiving. this man will get off on eating you out and will hump the bed til he cums in his pants 🤭 will 100% eat you out when you’re on your period im sorry i dont make the rules

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

def more fast and rough, he gets so caught up in how beautiful you are and how good you feel sometimes he needs to catch himself ☹️

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

iii THRIVES on quickies. they are his absolute favorite especially in public where the two of you can get caught

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

^^ YUPPP. he is the biggest exhibitionist + will also try anything with you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think iii cums pretty fast especially when his kinks are being put into play, but he likes to make you cum multiple times before he does. usually goes for one round because he knocks out afterwards

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

loves toys and likes to be blindfolded + to cuff you and be cuffed

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

big tease ☹️ also loves being teased himself. rub your ass against his dick when you walk by and he will go CRAZY. takes it as an invitation to tease you until one of you caves in

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

very very vocal when he’s subby. whining and whimpering ☹️💔

“am i doing good baby?” “that feel good?” “love how you taste baby”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

secretly fantasizes about one of the boys walking in on the two of you and joining 🫣

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think he has a few tattoos and likes to wear silly underwear like with cats and stuff 💔

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

bro is horny all the time 😭 literally will have sex with you any time any where just ask.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

usually is knocked out pretty fast. tries to keep himself awake as much as he can to make sure you’re okay

[zervem]

SoapGhost Headcannons 👻🧼

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Decided not to tell anyone about their relationship for a while but also decided not to really hide it either. They wanted to see how long it would take everyone to realize they were finally together. Price finds out like a week in but keeps the secret. Gaz catches Soap saying “babe” to someone he talking to on his phone and is convinced soap has a secret girlfriend. Johnny eventually just decided to tell him since Gaz won’t stop asking questions about her. Gaz is ecstatic and insists on taking soap out for drinks.

Gaz once catches soap flirting with some handsome, tall, blonde man. Is absolutely shocked and pulls soap aside later in the day to tell him how disappointed he is that he’s blatantly cheating on ghost. Soap has to explain the man he was flirting with was just ghost unmasked.

Soap once gifted ghost this edgy ass knife he came across in some random gas station while on leave. It was kind of a joke so he was fully expecting him to roll his eyes and give it back but Simon was genuinely grateful and happy for the gift. He doesn’t use it because it’s too precious to him so he keeps it on his desk to look at whenever he’s lonely.

Soap 100% plays the sims. He creates sims of him and ghost. They’re married, live in a comfy cottage, and have a cat. (Probably creates the rest of the 141 team too).

Soap loves giving ghost random gifts. They’re usually things he finds and thinks are neat (like rocks). Ghost has them all displayed on a shelf dedicated to Johnny’s little crow gifts.

Ghosts favorite sleep position is to have soap laying directly on top of him like a blanket. Soap doesn’t mind since ghost is practically built like a mattress anyways.

Sneak sweet notes into each others things.

Soap wears Ghost’s clothes as often as possible. He managed to steal half of Ghost’s wardrobe before Ghost decided soap should just move in with him.

Ghost has his own personal bathroom because of his rank. They both love taking baths and showers together. Will drag themselves into the shower after a rough mission and gently wash the blood and grime off of each others bodies.

Ghost cuts soaps hair for him and soap returns the favor.

Ghost runs cold and soap runs hot. Ghost enjoys terrorizing soap with his ice cold hands and feet.

Ghost turns into a mother hen whenever soap is injured or sick. Soap deals with injuries very well but 100% gets “man colds”. Just wants cuddles and love from ghost. Ghost acts like he’s annoyed but is happy he can finally take care of Johnny.

When they retire they will buy a house with a lot of land and make it into a little farm. Some chickens, a cow, and a goat. They both love the job and taking care of the animals is almost therapeutic.

Simon enjoys having Johnny’s body all the way on him when they’re cuddling. Laying on him in bed or the couch and sitting in his lap. He’s ghosts personal weighted blanket.

Decide to get matching tattoos when they are married because they won’t be able to wear rings out on the field. Keeps their wedding rings on their dog tags though.

Always have to be touching each other. A hand on the others arm, a pinky hooked in the others belt loop, thighs touching whenever they are sitting. It’s rare they’re not pressed up against each other.

Ghost can’t say no to soap. Soap is fucking spoiled rotten.

Soap: “babe can you buy this for me..?”

Ghost: “Johnny..”

Soap: “🥺”

Ghost: “FUCK FINE WHATEVER”

[coltrainbat]

Ari is divorced and moving out of the house to an apartment where he meets a happy married, reader with big breasts. Her husband is out of town one day, she and ari have intense sexual one night stand

Neighbours

A/N: I'm baaaaccckkkkk and as always I have something to say ☺️ I am in love with Ari Levinson. Great request but I have to ponder... If reader is “happily married” then why would she cheat? I feel like her being married adds absolutely nothing to the plot, so we are gonna change it to obsessed ex because like… mi no comprehend how happy = cheating. Also, I feel cheating can be triggering for some.

I also think I forgot how to write so please give feedback on this one, like why are some bits in past tense??? Idk I'm insecure validate me 🥺

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving, m receiving), dirty talk, sex, orgasm, P in v, Daddy kink (naturally), hair pulling, spit, shitty exes, swearing.

You sat in your apartment, comfy on the couch and freshly single. While most people would see this as a great time to spend their Friday nights going to clubs, seeking for a new dick to get under – you found it the perfect time to bask in the freedom of having uninterrupted you time. That was until a knock at the door caught you off guard.

You sprung up with a groan, tip toeing to look through the peephole and find out who had the audacity to knock on your door at 10:30 on a Friday night.

“Brian” You muttered under your breath in a disdained tone.

Brian. Your whiny, dickish, loser ex. Who despite not having any concrete plans for life besides his regular Friday night strip club visit still thought you could prove yourself to be more “wife material’. By that he meant, on top of making dinner, picking him up at 2am from said strip club visits so he didn’t have to spend money on a Taxi. Safe to say, dumping him didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You pulled open the door, standing in your almost too small pyjama set. “Can I help you?”

“I think you can.” He gave you a sick smirk, closing the space between you by moving his hands towards your waist.

“Don’t fucking touch me Brian. We aren’t together.” Slapping his hand away.

“Don’t be a bitch, everyone hooks up with their ex.”

“Well, I don’t want so can you please leave?” You heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lobby and you got anxious at the thought of a neighbour witnessing this cringe worthy altercation.  

“I’m not leaving until you let me in.” He moved his foot past the threshold of the door frame, to prevent you from closing the door on his face.

“Brian you can’t-“

“She said leave.” A foreign voice sounded from down the hallway cutting you off, both your heads flung to the source.

The tall, brooding man had only been your neighbour for a week, you passed by each other with tight smiles both of you too occupied to say hello. But that didn’t stop you from getting a good look at him. He was handsome in a ruggish way, often only sporting shorts and wife beaters, sweat forming on his head as he lugged boxes into his apartment. You noticed the gold band on his large finger, yet no man or wife in sight. Yet, today there was no ring and he had swapped the wife beater for a button up shirt and jeans.

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian spat at the man who could beat him to a pulp with minimal effort. Ah Brian, always so confident for a man whose dick was the size of your pinky.

Your hide your face in your hands in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

“Ari, now I suggest you leave her alone.” He moved closer to you both, slightly moving his body in front of you, blocking Brian from entering.

“She’s my girlfriend and this was our apartment so I think I can stay but thanks pal.” Brian sounded confident but his voice waivered as he cranked his neck to look up at Ari.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Ari looked back at you, catching your eyes, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, that settles it so either you leave, or I make you leave.” Ari knelt a little, getting close to Brian’s face his voice was calm and level, but his eyes told Brian he wasn’t bluffing.

Brian huffed and made his way back down the hall, not before turning back “Enjoy her she’s a bitch but she’s slutty.”

Ari flashed a glowing smile and a prominent middle finger as he pushed his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“You, ok?”

“I’m used to it but thank you for helping he wouldn’t have never left if you didn’t step in.”

“Don’t worry about it but you look like you need a stiff drink – got anything good?”

“Tequila?”

“Perfect.” He purred, following you as you made your way to your small bar cart, catching a glimpse of the soft skin that hang out slightly from your pyjama shorts.

You grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap;

“You know your wife’s really lucky to have you around.��� You spoke as you poured two shots.

“Ex-wife.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be she was my equivalent of him.” You both chuckled at the mutual understanding of horrible exes.

“Y/N, by the way.” You spoke as you handed him the novelty shot glass.

“Good to finally put a name to my pretty neighbour.” You blushed as you clinked glasses, both downing the burning liquid in sync.

“Another?” You smirked at him.

1 shot turned into 4 as you and Ari sat on your couch, bonding over stories of your exes’ antics and anxieties about re-entering the dating scene. Both losing track of time as the hours fell into early morning. But neither of you felt tired, invigorated by your conversation and the upper coursing through your veins.

“She did not!” You hand fell to your mouth as Ari recounted the story of walking in on his ex fucking his friend on their kitchen counter.

“She did.” He nodded slowly, sipping his beer as he recalled on the sight.

“Well, she’s crazy. I mean, why would anyone cheat on you… when they have well… YOU. God, I mean if I had my own version of sexy Jesus at home, I’d never leave bed.” Ari’s eyes went dark at your bold comment as the image of you and him in bed clouding his mind.

You swallowed hard, realising the tequila was speaking for you and you had invertedly just admitted you found your neighbour hot.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to say you were hot, I mean yes you are hot but-“

“Sexy Jesus?”  He crocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I mean you know with the hair and beard... like… Jesus”

“I’m Jewish.”

“So, you could possibly be a descendent of Jesus then.” You tried to muffle the laugh threatening to spill as your nonsensical statement. But Ari beat you to it, reaching forward in a fit of laughter, his hand grabbing his pecs.

“You are something else Y/N… in a good way, I see why your ex showed up at your door.”

“What can I say I’m very addictive.” You twirled your hand along the rim of your glass, avoiding his prominent gaze.

“Was he telling the truth about that last comment?”

“That I’m his girlfriend? No no we definitely broke up.”

“No, I meant that you’re slutty.”

Your eyes widened and the mouthful of drink you just sipped threatened to spit out.

“I mean that depends…”

“On…?”

“On your definition of slutty.”

“I took it as you were good in the sack.” He was leaning back on the couch now, his long arms stretched along the back, his hand deathly close to your neck.

“I am not “good in the sack”, I am fucking great in the sack.” You leaned in closer to his figure on the last line, your face getting closer to his. Slowly placing your drink onto the coffee table.

He licked his lips in hunger, shortly before he closed the space between you two, his hand falling to your cheek to pull you closer.

You closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft feeling of his beard against your skin as you explored each other’s mouths.

In a swift motion, his mouth never leaving yours, he placed his drink next to yours, moving his hand back to you cup your ass that was slowly raising itself off the couch.

Moving his hand downwards, hooking your leg over his lap so your chest was now pressed against his button up shirt. Not satisfied at the feeling of fabric against you, you pulled away to undo the buttons, revealing his tanned, hairy chest and the shiny gold Star of David chain.

His chest heaved, watching you eagerly as you fiddled with the buttons. “Oh, fuck it!” You ripped his shirt to reveal the delectable abs hidden underneath. Your mouth returning to his as you ran your hands through his dark, shiny locks. He shimmied the rest of the flannel off, hands going to the hem of your cami, eager to reveal the plump, delicious tits, constrained by the fabric. With a final pull over your head, your breasts bounced, hard nipples falling in place against his chest.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, pausing momentarily to admire the sight in front of him. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin down your neck towards your breasts.

His hands cupped the supple flesh, bringing it to his mouth as he sucked delicately on the hard nib. His eyes looked up at you past his long lashes as your head fell back in pleasure.

He moaned as your pulled on his hair. His hands, took a firm grip of your ass, raising his hips slightly, flipping you on your back with ease, you lay exposed across the couch. Leaping up to undo the zip of his jeans, shoes long discarded he stepped out of the worn denim. Your hands grabbed at the clothed, outline of his cock in his briefs, eager to taste the hunky man. Positioning yourself at the edge of the couch. Ari crouched his knees slightly, noting his height, eager to let you at your want.

Revealing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen and much bigger than Brian. You grabbed his base, kitty licking at the plump head, catching the loose drops of pre-cum that oozed from his red slit.

“Fuck Y/N, I knew you knew your way around a cock.” You smirked up at him as his hands pulled your hair into a ponytail, taking the hair tie from his wrist and securing it.

You placed the thick head in your mouth, pushing your spit onto his cock as you ran your lips up and past the head.

“You think you can take the whole thing baby?” He quipped at you.

Giving him a small nod, you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock as you slowly moved you head forward to let his cock push down your throat.

“Fuck baby! That’s it.” Ari’s hands clutched your ponytail tightly, edging his hips towards your head slowly.

You pulled out, looking up at him, with spit smothered around your lips “Don’t hold back Daddy.” Ari groaned roughly, head falling back at the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him calling him such a salacious name. It was all he needed to roughly fuck your throat, the sounds of your gags and wet, sloppy punctures filling the room.

He pulled your head back by your ponytail, you whined at the loss of his cock.

“You’re so good at it baby but I need that pussy.” He looked down on you with awe. You nodded, shuffling back onto the couch. Ari fell to his knees, head inches away from your pussy as he helped you pull your shorts down.

His mouth immediately went between your thighs, spitting on your exposed cunt before flattening his large tongue on your heat, leaving a long strip of warm, wetness from the skin above your ass to the tip of your clit. Sucking on the sensitive pearl as you mewled at the sensation. He moved downwards, nudging the tip of his tongue at your weeping hole as his beard brushed against your sensitive clit creating a sensation you have never experienced but was addictive. The bristles moving roughly against any inch of exposed skin.

“Ari please I need it!” You begged as you pushed his head closer to your core.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away to look up at your flushed face, sweat formed on your forehead. “What’d you call me?”

“Daddy, please fuck me.” You looked into his deep blue eyes, need in your voice.

“That’s better.” He smirked up at you, moving upwards to join you on the couch. You pulled him closer desperate to taste yourself on his lips. His movements slowed as he moved his hand to support your head pulling it back slightly to get deeper into the kiss.

Between the rushed, desperation appeared a moment of deep intimacy and want for the person in front of you. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly glided it through your wet folds, catching your deep moan as his length filled your tight, velvety interior.

Slowly, he moved in and out, eager not to go too far out and lose the sensation of finally being inside of you.

Letting out a deep groan as you ran your nails down his back, leaving long, red marks.

“Harder Daddy please… I need it.”

He looked at you, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, dipping his head down to give you a soft, wet kiss, pulling out, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, opening your mouth slightly as he spit roughly down your throat. You swallowed his spit greedily, flashing him an innocent smile which quickly faded as he pulled out to the edges of your entrance and thrusted roughly back in. You gasped at the sudden hit of his bulbous tip at your cervix. The repeated assault at your most sensitive core caused the coil inside you to tighten, your desperately grabbed at his large arms for stability, nails digging into his hard skin as your release rushed out of you and seeped down his length.

“That’s its baby let it out, fuck that makes me close.” His eyes darted between your two sexes, watching as the cream wrapped around his base like a decorative bow. His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his high, savouring the feeling of being inside of you amongst your juices.

He collapsed into the warm embrace of your chest, softly kissing the supple skin of your breast as you both breathed heavy post the best sex of your lives. As his now limp cock fell out of you along with the sticky, hot mix of your release.

Your eyes squinted at the sudden realisation of light pouring through your window, releasing it was now sunrise, tiredness took over you.

You shook the heavy man on you “Ari, it’s morning, do you want to come back to bed with me?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He steadied himself by his arms on either side of your head as he rose. Holding out his hand to help your shaky figure up and into the bedroom. Arms forming a tight grip on your hips as you hobbled towards your bed.

You both collapsing, ready to enjoy a well-deserved sleep.