#he started blowing air on it cause the skin got hot fast it was v cute

[downforcuddles]

y'all, my partner bit my neck when we were drinking recently and they fully left a bite mark

he immediately realized he bit too hard tho, v apologetic and stated kissing it better :)

[angelliev]

Lover Boy - JJ Maybank x OC - Part Three - Rocking with the Waves

Word Count: 3K

Summary: Aria just can’t get enough of JJ and his affection, making him absolutely irresistible and a familiar face arrives in the Outer Banks, along with suspicion from her father.

Warnings: Smut, some cursing, hopefully no typos and unsafe driving?

A/N: Words can’t even describe the joy and happiness I am experiencing from the amount of people who have read my writing. Thank you so much guys! I sincerely appreciate it. I hope you enjoy! (Not my GIF. Credits to the owner. I don’t own the show or the characters.)

Lover Boy Series Masterlist

Birds sing their little toons outside, the warm morning air kisses my skin and the sun beams down on my face through the windows. These are typical mornings I wake up to. Except in my own bed. By myself. Instead I wake up to the sound of a beating heart and my head laying on a naked chest that continues to rise and fall. I glance up to see JJ still asleep, his handsome face so calm without a worry in the world. I couldn’t help but lay a kiss on his warm cheek causing him to stir. For a while I just lay there drawing shapes on his chest. This causes his eyes to flutter open. He smiles down on me.

“Rise and shine lover boy.” I crawl on top of his naked boy under the sheets. “Oh, something’s rising alright.” He smirks. I lightly smack his shoulder. I have to admit though, his raspy morning voice is quite the turn on. “It’s not even noon Jay.”

“I take it that’s a no, on morning sex? It would be a real good way to start off the day.” His hands start to play with my bed hair. I simply giggle at him.

“How do you feel?” He asked genuinely concerned. “Different. Like a good different. It hurt a little at first, then it began to feel really good.” I never knew just how close you can become with someone. “Want me to me make you feel really good again?” His question laced with lust. “God, yes please.” “Good girl. Now lay back and enjoy the show.” He smirks before laying a kiss on my lips and kissing a trail down my body, taking his time. The anticipation begins to start a pool of wetness to form down below, especially when he starts kissing and nipping at the peach soft skin of my inner thighs, littering them with more love bites. When he finally reaches the region that requires the most attention, he glances up at me, holding eye contact and places my legs over his shoulders. My feet rest on his slender soft back.

“So wet for me. We’re you dreaming of me perhaps? Did I treat you so good last night?” His breath fans my pussy and he plants a kiss there, causing me to squirm. “Tell me babygirl, what do you want me to do? I need words.” His teasing look becoming too much. “Please, I want you to taste me. Make me feel good. Please baby.” I practically beg. He licks a stripe up my folds making me gasp, never taking his eyes off my pleasure filled face. My petite finger comb through his hair gripping hard, while his lengthy ones enter my core curling in. His lips attach to my sensitive clit, making me moan. He hums out of satisfaction as I continue to tug on his luxurious hair. His free hand comes up to grope my left breast. His fingers began to pick up speed as they thrust in and out of me.

“JJ, I’m so close.” I breathe out, my feet start to dig into his back and hips begin to buck. He grabs a hold of my hips stabilizing me. The familiar euphoric sensation washes over me as I reach my orgasm, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed. My juices coat his fingers. He brings the glistening digits up to his lips, licking them clean along with my dripping hot core. I can taste myself on his intoxicating lips when kisses me so passionately. He’s so addictive like nicotine. I simply can’t get enough of him.

“You taste so good babygirl. Did you know that?” I giggle at the closeness and his hot breath fanning my neck before attacking it with soft kisses as I hold him close to me. We lay there enjoying each other’s presence in the morning sunlight. Unfortunately, our moment is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. On the screen I see Charis’s number.

“Hello?” I answer. “Hey where are you? Your parents called to ask if you were with me. Don’t worry I covered for you, said you crashed at my place, but they want you back home like asap. Just tell me where you are.” Shit. I didn’t even think about that. “Shit, I’m at John B’s chateau.” “What are you doing there?” She asked confused. “I’ll explain everything when you get here. See you soon.” I hang up and sigh. JJ looks up at me.

“I’m sorry, but my parents want me home.” He just smiles at me. “No worries babe.” He grabs my phone and punches in my number. “When will I see you again?” I asked hopeful. “Soon. I’ll take you out somewhere fun. Ever been surfing?” I shake my head yes. “A girl after my own heart, this should be fun, after all I’m the best surfer in the OBX.” I chuckle at his cocky attitude. “I have a question for you Jay.” “Mm?” I was a little hesitant at first to ask this question. “What does this make us?” I nervously bite my lip. “What do you want this to be?” He asked while playing with my hair. “Something more than just sex. I really like you JJ. I want to be close to you all time. I want to be intimate.” I confess hoping I don’t sound clingy. “I like the sound of that. Let’s give this a shot and see where it leads us.” “Do you think we’re going too fast?” “Nah, plus I like going fast.” He places one last kiss on my lips before we both gather our clothes.

Stepping out onto the porch, I see Charis’s car. I turn back to JJ who didn’t even bother to put on a shirt. “I’ll stay in touch that way we can hang out again.” My fingers play with his. “Sounds good.” He uses his black bandana to tie up my hair in a ponytail, making the butterflies in my stomach erupt. I loved the fact that he willingly let me have one of his belongings. I place a kiss on his cheek. Before I could turn away, he grabs my waist planting one last passionate kiss on my lips. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling us closer. Our noses touch even after pulling away. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you soon.” I peck his lips. “See you soon beautiful.” He finally lets me go; I turn back to steal one more glance before opening the door. He sends me a wink, making me chuckle and blow a kiss.

I can feel Charis’s burning gaze on me as I situate myself. “Oh. My. Fucking. God. What the fuck just went down?” She doesn’t even take the parking brake off before hammering me for details. “I may have spent the night with JJ.” I can feel the heat radiating from my blushing cheeks. “Wait, did you lose your V card?” She asked astonished. It just hit me that I was no longer a virgin and I just lost my virginity to JJ. Not being able to process words I just smile and nod yes. This sets her off. “Holy fucking sweet baby Jesus shit! You had sex with JJ Maybank! Holy shit! About time you got dirty in the sheets!” She hugs me tight. I’ve been the virgin of the group for a while now. Charis lost hers freshman year, while Sarah lost hers last summer. “Oh my god can we go before my parents lose their shit? My dad is already pissed at me.” I plead. “Right sorry, I’m just still trying to process this. When did this start between you guys?” “It started since we first met.” “So, are you guys just hooking up or are you dating?” “We’re kind of taking things slow.” This makes her laugh. “Bitch please, you skipped slow and went straight to speeding.” “What I mean by slow is that we’re still getting to know each other.” “Oh, I think you guys got to know each other a lot.” She laughs and continues to drive. “I need you to promise though that you won’t tell anyone about us. I really like him and my dad would lose his shit if he knew about us.” I plead. “Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me splinter bean.”

After showering, changing and covering many hickeys, I come downstairs and walk outside to the balcony to find my family and a familiar face. “Damian?” I asked surprised. “Hello Aria. Nice of you to finally join us.” He lifts up a glass. Damian Prescott. He’s my older brother. We get along a lot more than Jennifer and I do thankfully. He’s not around much though. He lives in Las Vegas. He works business with my dad. Standing next to him is a woman about his age.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming out here.” I give him a welcoming hug. “Thought I surprise you. I’d like to introduce you to my fiancée, Rebecca.” What?! “Fiancée?! You’re getting married?” This all came as a shock to me. He’s kind of womanizer, so for him to be engaged all of the sudden definitely surprised me. “Yes. We just bought a house here in figure eight and are planning on having our wedding here. Rebecca here is an international model and fashion designer.” “That’s impressive. Congratulations. I’m really happy for you guys, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Rebecca.” I hug her. “Likewise, darling.” I am still trying to process the surprising news.

“Where have you been Aria?” My father asked out of the blue. He stares me down with interrogating eyes. I sometimes wonder if he and Ingrid are long lost twins with their helicoptering tendencies. “I spent the night at Charis’s.” I say as calm and convincing as possible. Last thing I want to do is have him find out about who I was actually with. “Nice bandana. Where did you get it?” Asked my nosey Jennifer. “I found it earlier this week on the beach.” For the rest of evening I had to deal with peering eyes, but I didn’t let that bother me, instead I began daydreaming about seeing JJ again.

Next Day…

Today is a perfect day to go surfing. There’s not a cloud in sight, parents or Jennifer. Only me, my surfboard and soon JJ. Not a single soul stops me from leaving the house and jumping into JJ’s muscular arms kissing him long and hard. “Why hello there. I missed you too babe. You ready to go?” I nod my head excitedly. I couldn’t help but gaze at him while he was driving the van. His eyes were so focused on the road, yet he still kept his warm hand on my bare thigh. The wind blows past his hair as he drives. He seems so carefree.

“See something you like?” I blush embarrassed that he caught me staring. “Sorry. You’re just so beautiful.” I have no shame as I continue to admire his attractive features. “Awe, aren’t you sweet? C’mere.” He pulls me into his lap as he comes to halt due to a stoplight, my legs lay across the middle console. “Is this safe?” I ask, but not really caring. “Probably not.” He closes the gap between us to keep me quiet and I had no urge to protest. The annoyed drivers behind us say otherwise as they honk at us. We both laugh as continues to drive.

I then noticed a fully healed scar on the back of his hand. I trace over it hoping that it would just disappear. It saddened me to see a scar had littered his beautiful skin. “What happened?” I asked curious. “Oh, probably just a cut from something I accidentally did.” He lied brushing it off like it was nothing. His eyes said otherwise, but I didn’t want to push it.

We walk down beach surfboards in hand ready to have some fun. The warm water hitting our feet and soon engulfing our bodies. The two of us let out cheers as we successfully ride out some waves. He wasn’t kidding when he told me that he was a very talented surfer. It was heartwarming to see him in his happy place. Neither of us keep track of the time. We didn’t notice the day passing by as the sun was about to set. It was then when we decided it was time to leave the water and dry off. This time I catch him staring. “See something you like?” I tease about to tie up my hair, but he stops me. “Don’t, I like it down.” He says taking the hair tie away. He places a slow and passionate kiss on my lips making me smile and pull him closer. One thing led to another, now we’re laying down on the beach blanket having a heated make out session.

I was thankful that we were both wearing swimwear as I began tugging at his swim trunks. He pulls away surprised. “You sure?” “Positive. I want you to take me right now.” My encouragement only seems to excite him even more as he removes my bottoms and covers the two of us with an extra blanket. He strokes my slit with his tip teasing me. “You want this babygirl? Want me to fuck you out in the open?” His dirty talking turns me on even more, making me desperate. “God yes please. Make me yours.” That’s all he needed before plunging in so deep. His hand clamps over my mouth to contain my loud moans. “As much as I love to hear you moan my name with that pretty voice, we don’t want to get caught.”

His thrusts were a lot different from last time. These were faster, deeper and harder, which only increased the pleasure. His grunts were a little louder too. A bead of sweat began to form on his forehead and a little bit of his damp hair fell over his face as he continued to thrust into me. JJ and the colorful sky were both so gorgeous, a sight I could get used to. He spreads my legs further apart and grabs my hips creating a deeper angle, now hitting the spot that craves the most attention, making me moan loudly, neither of us giving a damn. “You like that babygirl?” He pants through moans.

“JJ!” I scream and my vision goes white as I tighten around him, milking his hard cock, making him throw his head back. He joins me shortly after, his hot cum spewing inside of me, riding out his high. The two of us stay there for a moment catching our breaths. “JJ, that was amazing.” I say dazed. This earns me a breathy chuckle from him “You can say that again. God damn you’re so tight around me babe.” We both laugh together.

We both enjoyed the peaceful silence in the van on the way back home, the two of us feeling spent. I was disappointed when we pulled up to my house. “I had a lot of fun today JJ. That was one hell of a first date.” He looks back at me. “I’m glad you had fun. I’m looking forward to seeing you again.” “Me too. See you later.” I kiss lips before exiting the van and grabbing my surfboard. I blow him a kiss and he returns it with his infamous wink that makes me weak in the knees. I place my surfboard in the closest, and grab a bowl of strawberries to snack on. Before I could go upstairs, I am stopped by my mom.

“Hey sweetheart, I didn’t hear you come through the door.” She greets me with a smile. “Oh, I just got back.” “I never seen you wear that sweatshirt. Is it new or something?” She’s referring to JJ’s Fast Arch gray sweatshirt that he lent to me when he noticed I was cold earlier.

“Oh this? It’s not mine. My friend let me borrow it because I was cold.” This is officially my new favorite shirt. It smells just like him. Weed, mint and the ocean. I still feel engulfed by him as I wear it. “That’s nice of them. What did you guys do today?” Oh, if only she knew. “We went surfing.” I only told her half the truth. “That sounds like fun. Did you use sunblock? Do you need aloe gel? You’ve been drinking plenty of water, right?” I chuckle at her. The only time she asks me a billion questions is when it’s over my health. “Yes, mom I used sunblock and drank lots of water.” I reassure her. “Okay, well take this with you anyways.” She hands me a bottle of water. I laugh. When is she not carrying water? I swear if she were to be charged for anything, it would be possession of too much damn water. “Thank you, mommy. Goodnight.” I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight love.”

I pass by my sister when she got a whiff of my new scent. “God, did you and your so-called friend get stoned while you were at the beach?” Jennifer criticizes. “No, and eavesdropping is really rude. You should get a new hobby.” She rolls her eyes. “So, who did you go to the beach with?” She asked. “Who I hang out with is none of your business. Goodnight.” I slam the door shut with a huff and let the events of earlier replay in my head. I shower and go to bed in JJ’s shirt, letting the aroma bring me peace.

I mindlessly let my fingers travel down to my wet folds and begin playing with myself. I imagine that its JJ’s fingers thrusting and curling inside of me. I imagine the dirty things he would say to me as I chase after my own orgasm. His name leaves my lips in soft whimpers as I finally finish off the night in pure bliss.

[freddiesaysalright]

My Man Part IX

A Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader is a Broadway actress currently starring in a West End production of Funny Girl. She’s a widow, thanks to the Vietnam War, but it’s a well-kept secret. She also wants everyone to think she doesn’t care for rock music. She met Roger Taylor when he brought his date backstage. They didn’t start off great, but a party at Freddie’s turned them around. Now, they’re friends. After she was attacked by a director, Roger is there for her. Then she gets a surprise visitor with some wise words for her. Her brother and her director drop some bombs on her. After getting a role in a new show in order to stay in London, she gets closure after her attack and is ready to take a big step with Rog.

Word Count: 1.5K (sorry it’s a short one!)

A/N: SMUT! My first time writing it so like...idk if it’s any good but I hope you enjoy! The important part is at the end. 

Tag List:  @bohemian-war @kittygirlno @rebelrebelyourefaceisamess @rockyroadthepastryarchy, @goodoldfashionedloverboyy, @jennyggggrrr, @discodeacygotmorerhythm, @x1975sos, @slytherinxval, @cyndagoaway, @doingalrightt, @lovvliies, @hopefully-aesthetically-pleasing, @capsparrowtara @they-call-me-peaches, @hyosong, @riddikuluslypotter, @orchideax, @shishterfackisback Let me know if you’d like to be added!

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  

Part V  Part VI  Part VII  Part VIII

Part IX let’s go!!!

When you got back to your flat, Roger kissed you hard as soon as the door clicked shut. You gasped in surprise, but his lips swallowed it. You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled him impossibly closer to you. You quickly became a mess of hot breath, wet lips, and quick touches of skin. Roger pulled back and looked intently at you.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said.

You felt yourself flush at the words as the heat began to build in your tummy. You grabbed his shirt and pulled him back, eager for contact. You felt his hardness against your leg and you had to bite back a sigh.

“I want you,” you replied. “Now.”

“You sure you’re ready?” he wondered, cradling your face in his hands. “I don’t want to frighten you.”

You nodded eagerly. “You could never frighten me, Roger Taylor. I trust you.”

You did. With your life, with your body, and with your heart.

He wasted no time in returning his lips to yours, and he pushed you up against the wall. He swiped his tongue across your lower lip for permission to enter. You opened your mouth to grant it, and at the same time, he ground his hips into yours from his spot between your legs. You groaned into his mouth.

When he needed air, he pulled back but moved to your neck, leaving a tail of soft kisses and gentle nips until he found a spot by your ear that made you gasp and shiver. You were so sensitive since it had been so long. You could already feel your underwear getting soaked. You were sure Roger could feel it too against his leg but you didn’t care. You figured he enjoyed it. Desperate for more, you took his hand and placed it on your breast.

He chuckled against your throat and whispered, “Someone’s needy.”

“Shut up,” you breathed back.

You reached for the buttons on his shirt and began undoing them, slowly because Roger’s hands and lips were such a distraction. You pushed it over his shoulders and onto the floor, and then took a moment to admire his body. He smirked as your pupils dilated with lust. It wasn’t an expression he’d ever seen on you before and he liked that he created it. He started to give your blouse the same treatment, but he was taking the buttons at a glacial pace in your opinion.

“Oh, fuck the buttons,” you huffed and reached down to pull the thing over your head and toss it to join Roger’s. Your bra followed right after.

Roger sighed at the picture of you, panting and ready for him. But he only waited a moment before taking a hardened nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. You moaned and latched on to his hair again. He took your other breast in his hand and kneaded it gently and you felt like electricity was coming from his palms.

“Fucking perfect tits,” he said as his lips grazed the skin in the valley between your breasts. “So beautiful.”

“Roger,” you sighed in return. “Bedroom.”

Without hesitation, he grabbed you by the ass and carried you, laughing, into your bedroom. When he lay you down, you took hold of his belt to try and unbuckle it, but he stopped you. You shot him a confused glance.

“Let me treat you,” he said. “It’s been a while for you and I want you to be ready for me.”

You pouted a little and he groaned.

“You can jerk me off another time,” he said.

You shook your head. “That wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“Fuck,” he said and swallowed thickly. “You’re a naughty little thing. But still, another time. Tonight’s for you.”

You laid back down and allowed him to continue. He found the zipper on the side of your skirt and pulled it down. You lifted your hips so he could yank the skirt down you legs and chuck it to the side. You made quick work of your panties, to his immense pleasure. He let his hands glide over your thighs and you writhed beneath him, impatient.

“Shh,” he said. “I’m gonna take care of you, baby girl, just enjoy it.”

You couldn’t help but wriggle again. You were aching for him, and you could see his own arousal in his jeans. It had to be driving him just as crazy and you wondered how he was controlling himself. He pressed his lips to your lower thigh, and made his way slowly up the inside of it. He skipped over where you needed him most, but he did blow a little air over it, which caused you to dig your heels into the mattress.

“Roger,” you whined and you heard him chuckle.

“God, I love it when you say my name,” he replied.

“Roger, please!”

He sank a finger into you and you groaned with relief. His thumb found your clit and rubbed soft circles on it as his finger teased your g-spot. Your breath caught in your throat and you clung desperately to his arms.

“So good for me,” he said as he watched you jerk beneath him. “So fucking beautiful.”

You couldn’t form words. The coil in your belly tightened as he continued his ministrations. You bucked your hips for more friction, and then Roger held them down. You whined a little in protest, but fuck it felt good. You felt yourself pulsing around him.

“You gonna cum, baby girl?” he asked, growling in your ear. “Gonna cum around my fingers?”

You could only nod before it happened. You came completely undone and cried out his name once again as you rode out your orgasm on his hand.

“You’re so beautiful,” he praised, kissing you again as he pulled his fingers out. “You want my mouth?”

“No,” you panted. “No, Roger, I need you inside me. Just fuck me, please.”

He smirked, which you ignored and you once again went for his pants. He beat you to his belt, but you cupped him through his jeans. He groaned at the feeling. You let go to let him finish undressing. You admired his body again as he did so. His cock sprung out and you bit your lip with anticipation.

“C’mere, baby girl,” he whispered and he kissed you again.

He slid inside you. You both moaned as you connected and he filled you up. When he bottomed out inside you, he held still for a moment so you could adjust. He fit so well and you felt incredibly sexy.

“Move, baby,” you said.

He obeyed, starting with a slow, even pace. He pulled almost completely out before thrusting back in. You picked up his rhythm and bucked to match him, coming together at your hips. One of his hands grabbed a breast while the other found your clit again and you wondered if you could last with him touching you that way. You moaned again, and wrapped your arms around his neck. He twitched inside you as you built up speed, and every snap of his hips reminded you what you were a part of: us, us, us, us.

You found yourself out of breath as your second climax arose. Your hands raked down his back as you held on tight. You heard a rumble in his chest as he pressed on, and his finger started making hard and fast circles on your clit. He was as close as you were.

“Want - ” he began but had to moan. “Want you to cum first.”

“I’m there, Rog,” you whined. “Nearly there.”

With a little more pressure, you released again, pulsing around his cock. Your finish sent him over the edge and you felt him let go inside you. Your chest heaved as you came down, breathless and trembling. He kissed you all over your face - your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks. Then he just held you close, resting his forehead against yours as you both began to relax. When both your breathing evened out, he rolled over to lie next to you.

You rested your head on his chest and looked up at him. “Roger Taylor, I want you to know that as of now there is no one in the world who has a higher opinion of you than I do.”

He laughed wholeheartedly and cupped your face in his hands. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too,” you returned.

“Really,” he said, sitting up on his elbow so he could look at you. “I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

You pressed your lips to his chest. “I really love you too, Roger. So much.”

You couldn’t match his sentiment about more than anyone else. You had loved George just as much. Roger was different, though.

“Y/N,” he said, taking you out of your thoughts. “I meant what I said before. I want you to move here permanently.”

You sighed. “That’s a really big thing to do,” you reminded him. “I don’t know if I can commit to something like that for a boyfriend.”

“What if I wasn’t your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Are you gonna break up with me?” you wondered, frowning.

“No,” he chuckled. “I mean...what if I was your husband?”

You felt your heart skip a beat.

“What?”

“Y/N, let’s get married.”

[hausofgucci-blog]

Fuck Thy Neighbor

I would like to preface this by saying that this is as whipped as it gets for me. I started this blog as a 5sos blog then it became a makeup/fashion blog up until I saw Black Panther. All I did was look up the BP tag on here but I fell into a rabbit hole that I’m all too happy to be stuck in. So yeah, here I am a few weeks later writing again. I deadass haven’t written anything in mf years but a bitch is inspired and horny so here y'all go. This 2.5K word mess is dedicated to @sweettea-and-honeybutter!!!

Erik Killmonger x WOC!Reader

Tags:SMUt (with plot), Power play, dub con, daddy kink, choking

The hot Oakland sun somehow found a way to beat down on you even though you were in your car. Being the broke college student you are you resorted to buying a mini fan for your car after the AC decided to quit its job. Unlike its job description, the fan didn’t create cool air to blow in your face instead it redistributed the hot air around you all over your face. Like a gift from the gods, you spotted a 7/11 roughly half a mile down the road, ‘if I’m going to die of heatstroke might as well do it with with a blue tongue,’ you thought to yourself. You’re nearly shaking with excitement as you pull some money out of your wallet and head to the store.

It doesn’t take long for you to mull over your choices before finally picking blue raspberry. With barely contained glee you hand money over to the cashier in exchange for the large Slurpee. It sounds exaggerated but you’d swear that after a few sips your life got better. The cold drink definitely made the 15-minute drive to the beauty supply store way more enjoyable. At last, you reach the grey building, you reach into the back seat for the bag of products you’d intended to return but you only find air. Realization dawns on you as remember that you’d set the bag down as you took a call from your mother earlier that morning. After contemplating for few moments you decide you’d be damned if you don’t your money back, you worked hard for that $21.58. With a switch shift in gears, you back out of the empty parking lot mentally cursing yourself for being forgetful and wasting your time.

Half an hour later you pull into your parking space with an exasperated sigh. You dash out of the car, slam the door and race to your front door which you find very conveniently locked. You instinctively pat your pockets even though you know full well that you put nothing in them but who’s to stop you from imagining the impossible. It then dawns on you that you’ve locked your phone and keys in your car. Unwilling to give up you jiggle the knob and bang and kick the door as if it’ll magically swing open or someone will open it up for you. This continues for several minutes until you hear a door open, you’re quick to assume your methods worked until you realize the door still hasn’t budged and your neighbor is looking at you from his doorway.

You wave at him and offer what you hope is a friendly smile, “Hi I’m your neighbor, I’m in a bit of trouble do you mind if I use your phone?”

He looks you up and down for a moment or two before replying “fuck I look like? Mother Teresa? I ain’t got favors to give out.”

You take a few steps toward him, trying to keep a friendly demeanor “I’m really sorry to bother you but I really need help, I locked my keys and phone in my car and I really need to get into my house.” A few seconds pass and his eyes are fixed on yours, void of all emotion. ‘Alright y/n time to turn on the waterworks ‘ you think to yourself, your lip trembles a bit and within seconds you allow fake tears to pool and fall from your eyes.

“Aye stop crying okay? Just come inside.” You can barely contain your joy as he opens the door wider and you step through the threshold.

The place is pretty bare, there are no pictures of anyone in sight but you stop yourself from making further observations. “So,” you draw out the ‘O’ awkwardly, “what about that phone call mm?”

That’s when he rolls his eyes, “I thought we already discussed this, I ain’t no Mother Teresa. If you want something from me you gotta do something for me first.”

The look on his face is a bit too menacing on his face to suggest that he wanted you to just vacuum or something. “Uh, I think I’ll just go,” you say hastily.

“Aight suit yourself,” he replies with a nonchalant shrug. A few seconds later you’re outside again stuck with nowhere to go. You resume your futile attempts to open a locked door with the will of a desperate woman. When that doesn’t work you try your luck on the car, that too has the same results as the door. There’s only one option left for you so you suck up your pride, march to his door and knock softly. You’re pretty sure he heard you even though he leaves you waiting for a minute or two. Finally, the door swings open and you step inside.

“Okay I take it back, I'll do anything! Please!"

He chuckles sizing you up, "good girl, what did you have in mind?" You stare right back at him as you take in his appearance. He wore a loose black long sleeve V-neck and some grey sweatpants that left little to the imagination. What did you have in mind? You'd kinda just hoped he was kidding and he'd let you make a phone call.

"Uh um ya know" you trailed off trying to ignore how stupid you must've sounded. You focus every cell in your body on being sexy as you step closer to him, “why don’t I just show you what I had in mind.” You keep your eyes locked on his while lightly grazing your hand on his bicep then gradually escalating to running it down his torso before stroking him through the thin fabric. You get on your knees in front of him and waste no time freeing his semi-hard cock from its restraints.

“What a fucking slut,” he says sounding amused. You ignore him and keep your attention on his dick. Taking your sweet time you lick the underside slowly and work your way to sucking just the tip. Before you knew it his palm smacked your cheek, leaving behind a stinging pain. “You’re going to have to do better than that ma.” Mouth still full of his cock you look up at him and nod.

This time you put much more focus and energy into pleasing him. You bob your head enthusiastically while stroking whatever you can’t fit into your mouth. “You look so good on your knees shawty. Sucking me off like your life depends on it.” You preen at the praise feeling yourself getting moist in your panties. His moans and grunts do nothing but egg you on as you take him farther and farther down your throat until your eyes water. That’s when he grabs your hair and starts facefucking you, “you like that baby? You like when daddy shoves his cock down your throat?” You nod furiously, “good girl. Let me see those titties.”

Without warning, he rips your shirt in half exposing your bra which he wastes no time undoing. He fondles your breasts and plays with your hard nipples while you suck his balls. His actions cause you to moan deeply around him which in turn create sensual vibrations on his cock. You can tell you’re doing a good job by his firmer grip on your hair. His speech is littered with softly spoken expletives which soon turn into moans and grunts. “You -oh fuck- you want daddy to come in your mouth?”

“Yes, daddy please cum in my whore mouth.” You genuinely meant it, unbeknownst to him being treated like a fucktoy was your biggest fantasy.

He slaps you again, “did I say you could stop sucking? You know what take all your clothes off, I wanna see you on that couch with your face down and ass up. Do not move until I get back.” He exits with a brisk walk before you obediently follow the instructions given to you. Your mind is so hazy you can’t even process what exactly you’re getting yourself into, all you need is his dick in you as soon as possible.

The position you were in made it a bit hard to hear what was going on, the silence was killing you not to mention how good the cool leather felt against your warm skin. Your need for sexual release grows with every passing second till you can’t stop yourself from reaching down and touching yourself. The action sends waves of pleasure so strong through your body that you have to bite your lip to contain your moans. Your few seconds of pleasure comes to a screeching halt when his menacing voice comes from behind you, “when I tell you to do something I mean that shit.” The unmistakable ripping sound of a foil packet follows his words before he nudges you with his knee, “legs wide bitch.”

You obey without a second thought, nothing mattered more to you than getting dicked down that second. He thrusts into you so fast and deep that your walls struggle to stretch to accommodate his impressive size. You’re a mess of moans and whimpers as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, to speed up the process you bring your hand to your clit rubbing furiously. You get noticeably louder and you feel your body approaching ecstasy but it seems your neighbor has different plans. “You wouldn’t think about cumming without asking daddy first would you?” He enunciated each word with a spank, “put your hands behind your back now!” You’re happy to oblige by locking both arms behind you so that each hand is wrapped around the opposite wrist. He takes your joint wrists together into one of his massive hands and proceeds to use it as leverage to fuck you deeper. With his free hand, he rubs your clit till you’re almost tipping over the edge of ecstasy. “Please, daddy can I cum? Please, please, please let me cum,” getting the words out is a struggle amid your moans but he still understands what you mean.

“Come all over my cock babygirl,” a wave of pleasure washes over you as you succumb to the primal need that’d been building inside you. Even as you ride your orgasm his fingers don’t stop working on your clit even though his thrusts slow down and get sloppier. The room is filled with the lewd unfiltered sounds of sex: your incoherent blubbering and his grunts of pleasure mixed with the sounds of his hips hitting yours. He stops to let you catch your breath but doesn’t pull out, instead opting to hold your hip as he lets his breathing return to normal as well.

He finally pulls out and commands you to flip over, you comply and get yourself into a position where you’re laying on the couch facing him while your legs hang off the arm of the couch.  that is when you get a better look at him. The first thing you notice are the peculiar bumps scattered across his torso, intrigued you open your mouth to ask about them but he beats you to it. “You’ve been such a good girl, you think you deserve a reward?”

All questions about his chest fly out of your mind, “yes daddy.”

“I like the way you think babygirl,” he gets on his knees in front of you and you instinctively open your legs. “You’re so wet for me,” he states as he runs his middle finger down your pussy collecting your juices before offering it to you. “Taste yourself,” you greedily accept his finger into your mouth sucking it like its the only thing keeping you alive. He takes his finger from your mouth and wraps his hand around your neck without putting too much pressure. “Let daddy taste your sweet pussy,” with that he attaches his full lips to your inner thighs kissing and sucking them while still keeping his hand latched around your throat. His hand moves to grope your breast while he teases your slit with his tongue. The soft caresses of his tongue against your cunt coupled with his persistent fingers around your nipple causing you to lie back and cry out in bliss. He speeds up the pace of his licks alternating between doing that and teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. Your hands find their way to his hair to pull him closer as a second orgasm builds deep in your belly meanwhile he wraps his arms around your thighs spreading you wider. You feel one of his fingers teasing your entrance before slipping it in with ease. The combination of his tongue on your clit and his finger fucking you has you screaming daddy and begging for release in no time. “Cum all over daddy’s fingers you dirty slut” he commands before adding another finger to fuck you with. His words turn you on even more, so much so that you’re basically doing all the work for him by bucking and rolling your hips to meet his fingers. It doesn't take long for the metaphorical floodgates to burst as a powerful orgasm rips through you. Your breaths come out rough and ragged and he continues to fuck you through your orgasm till the only word you can form is ‘daddy’. He silently watches you come down from your high waiting for your breath to return to normal before ordering you to get dressed. Although your eyes are shut you hear can still his footsteps as he walks away from you. With shaky legs, you pull yourself off the couch to locate the small pile of your unscathed clothing and hastily put them back on. You’re clipping your bra when his approaching footsteps meet your ears causing you to tense up a bit.

“You gotta go,” he states with a threatening tone.

You turn around to face him, confusion written all over your features, “wh-what about our deal?”

“I changed my mind, now go,” he replies unlocking the door. You plant yourself down, he wasn't going to get you out that easy. Anger flashes in his eyes, he gets up close to you to say in your ear “go right now before I do something you and I will regret.” The cold, unwavering quality of his voice trumps all reservations you had about going outside in just a bra and shorts. You nod fearfully and scamper out the door, just as you hear the sound of something small hitting the ground and turn around to see what it is. “If you got any street smarts you’ll know how to use that,” he declares with a smirk before slamming the door leaving you looking at a small plastic card in confusion.

[choisgirls]

can i please have a headcannon where MC is masochist (RFA + Saeran)? thanks~

A/N: kinky. It’s Tuesday evening, time to Sin™  ~Admin 404

I’m into a variety of actsof masochism but I’m only going to write about it lightly just in case??? Okayas long as y'all know.

And I may not write it butTHEY. ALL. TAKE. CARE. OF. YOU. AFTER. BECAUSE. AFTER-CARE. IS. VERY.IMPORTANT. AND. THEY. ALL. RESPECT. YOUR. LIMITS. AND. Y'ALLS. SAFE-WORDS. THEEND

*NSFW*

*YOOSUNG:

           -How is that gonna work though ‘cause he’s a masochisttoo

           -One of y'all gotta be dom at some point

           -He’s majorly into hair pulling though, and there’s noarguing from you there

           -If you have long hair, he likes it down rather than inan updo

           -The feeling of his hand sliding up the back of your neck,through the back of your hair, caressing the back of your head lightly- allgive you goosebumps as you sit in anticipation

           -The sudden grip gets your pulse racing, waiting,practically begging for the sting left behind by the drawn out tug on your hair

           -He loves the half-lidded look you give him as your headtilts back as far as he wants it to go

           -Makes sure he’s pulling enough to make you bite yourlower lip every time

           -Can’t help himself when you do that. He’ll kiss youhungrily, biting your lip for you instead

           -These types of make-out sessions always lead into somedoggy-style sex, where he can get a fist full of hair every time

*ZEN:

           -Sometimes he gets a little rough when the two of you getdown to it, but you have no problem with it

           -Normally he loves the feeling of your hands roaming hisbody and the sounds of your moans are like music to his ears

           -But you wanted to take it a step further. You wanted tobe incapacitated, restrained- deprived of those luxuries

           -Though he was a little skeptical of how he’d feelwithout your hands, or not hearing how well he’s doing, he was willing to tryfor you

           -Your hands laid above your head, handcuffed together andaround the bedpost, a ball-gag placed in your mouth, and the love of your lifeon his hands and knees above you, ready to make his move.

           -As his lips lightly dance from your collar bone downyour body, you have to fight the urge to run your hands through his hair

           -He does everything he can to tease you. Lightly nibbleon your inner thighs, run his tongue along your collarbone, grind his memberagainst your hip bone.

           -The feeling of the metal digging into your wrists giveyou a rush of adrenaline. It intensifies every little touch he gives you

           -The muffles sounds of your moans and labored breathingadds fuel to his fire. Leaning down close enough to hear it against his earmakes him get even rougher with his trusts and teasing

           -Watching you struggle to free your hands to run themdown his body makes him want to do this more often. This feeling of controlgets him pretty excited and he can’t wait to try some other kind of binding ofyour hands

*JAEHEE:

           -She’s had a few sexual encounters before, and she’s gotsort of an idea of what she likes in bed

           -But she’s never tried anything… dominating. Thatdoesn’t mean she isn’t afraid of trying, though

           -You want to take it slow for her, since it’d be herfirst time being in control

           -The moment she puts the soft eye mask over your eyes,you can almost physically feel the rest of your senses peaking.

           -You couldn’t see her, you had no idea where she was orwhat she’d do. The anticipation pretty much killed you

           -Teasing you with a feather was not what you expected,but it felt great.

           -The shutter that completely shook your body wasunstoppable. Your body was already bucking slightly, begging for more

           -She took pleasure in knowing that she can make your bodywrithe with just a small breath

           -Holds ice cubes in her mouth so she can run her coldtongue up your inner thighs or blow cold air against your nipples; she watchesthe goosebumps form on your skin

           -Get’s a confidence boost and applies clamps to yournipples after teasing them with ice until you begged her to do more with them

*JUMIN:

           -He gets really excited when you tell him what you want- youcan see it visibly, whether it be his face or his now growing erection

           -You don’t hide your excitement, either. You’re ready totake care of his excitement in a heartbeat

           -No time is wasted. He grips the back of your neck and bendsyou over the kitchen counter

           -You don’t have any time to even say his name before hisraised hand lands on your ass, hard

           -He relishes in the moans that pass your lips. His handlands in the same spot over and over again. The clothing covering you ispractically ripped off so he can watch as his handprint starts to form on yourskin

           -Loves taking you from behind. He gets to grip your hipsand thighs, keeping you right where he wants you

           -Grips hard enough his fingernails just barely dig intoyour skin, but you’re left with finger-shaped bruises

           -Each spank, grip, or newly forming bruise gets yourblood pumping. You’re left a shaking, moaning, sweaty mess more often than notand you wouldn’t have it any other way

           -He won’t stop until you’re left like this. He loves totease you; he loves the sound of your voice when you’re out of breath, voiceshaking and breaking, begging him for more

           -This is just a more tame time for the two of you. You’vebeen tied up, gagged, and subject to orgasm denial more times than you can countbut you’re always happy to do it again and again, which makes him happy

*SAEYOUNG:

           -He’s already stated he’s a sadist

           -So as a masochist, you’re thrilled

           -You’re always completely littered with love bites,bruises, the works.

           -His favourite thing is the biting. You can never getenough of it, either

           -The feeling of his teeth grazing against your skin sendsshivers down your spine.

           -Always goes for the most sensitive spots on your body.Your inner thighs, the side of your neck, sometimes you end up with bite markson your ass.

           -He starts with a light nibble, enough to give you thesensation but leaves you wanting more

           -Which leads to you begging. He’ll only increase thepressure of his teeth if you beg. The breathy, moaning, pleading does him in everytime

           -Sometimes he bites hard enough to draw blood. Thefeeling of the warm liquid running across your skin, followed by the sensationof his tongue chasing after it is almost euphoric.

           -When he knows you’re close to an orgasm, his teeth willimmediately find their way to your neck. He loves hearing you moan andpractically shout out his name when you finish. The feeling of his bite alongwith his fast, rough rhythm sends you over to moon and he loves to watch youcome back down

*V:

           -He feels terrible when he hurts you

           -But if that’s what MC wants, that’s what MC will get

           -The two of you agree on something that will satisfy whatyou want and won’t make him feel bad

           -You lay on your stomach, shirt off, ready for him tostart. You brace yourself for the sudden drop of melting candle wax on yourback

           -He was going to re-imagine his favourite landscape onyour back with multiple different colours, scents, and layers

           -It was creative for him and the sting from the hot waxwas pleasurable for you

           -The sudden, warm sting makes your skin jump a littlebit, but makes your heart race

           -He likes watching your back arch in different ways asthe wax falls, and he wants to see every single way your body can twist andturn

           -A few drops of wax to the dimples in your back elicitsuch deep moans that he can’t hold himself back anymore. He’ll turn you aroundand start playing with you, slow and steady.

           -To make up for how gentle he treats your sex, he’ll dripsome wax in a line from your chest down to past your belly button, watching asyour hips buck towards him from the heat

*SAERAN:

           -The first time you told him what you wanted, he wasskeptical. Were you positive you wanted to feel pain like that? Because he’llgive it to you

           -You like the biting, spanking, and restrains he’ll puton you but you want a little more

           -He loves having you on his lap, digging his nails intoyour hips, pulling you close

           -When he digs his nails into your shoulders and scratchdown your back, the stinging just causes you to go harder, faster- doinganything you can to get him to do it again

           -If you ever tease him, you’ll immediately end up on yourback. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you get more and moreexcited, knowing what was coming next

           -He smirks down at you as he wraps a hand around yourthroat. He doesn’t have to put any pressure on it to be able to tell how readyyou are for him.

           -Hates being teased, but likes to tease you. He’ll applynext to no pressure on your throat so you writhe around, begging for him tojust grip it

           -The feeling of his fingers pressing into the side ofyour throat elicits some soft moans from you, but the both of you want way morethan that.

           -The grip tightens, you still have the slight ability tobreathe, but the oxygen deprivation heightens your sensitivity. You try tomoan, but only a few strained breaths come out instead. The light feeling inyour head adds more pleasure to your experience

           -He goes fast, and most certainly rough. He knows hecan’t deprive you for that long. He wants to make your orgasm feel like paradise, just asyou make his, not knock you out. If he thinks you’re getting too light headed,he’ll lighten up the pressure on the front of your throat and squeeze harder onthe sides