#i could just chew it all off. fucking graze

[crookedteethed]

BIG SHOT polaroid | e.m.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Summary: In which you and Eddie have a picture book where you both store your sex pics. <3 💕

Warnings: 18+ Cursing, a little Smut (p in v), Oral (fem receiving), Praise kink, body worship(?), pet names, nudes

Word count: 1k

If you pushed past the mounds of dirty laundry intertwined with disposed candy bar wrappers and a few empty shoe boxes, underneath Eddie Munson's bed lies the picture book. 

The picture book was your idea, but the pictures themselves were all Eddie's perverted idea. 

"Lemme take a picture of you, yeah?" Eddie said, taking a break from his delicious never-ending assault on your clit. Your juices dripped down his chin, some droplets stringing the tips of his hair, his lips all red and puffy covered in slick, and his eyes a little crazed and tinted in admiration. 

He kissed the supple plush of your thigh in a diagonal line; your hands stayed grazing his curls, body supine on the foam of Eddie's mattress. Eddie's lips make love to your thighs, to your tummy, from your breast to your neck, and eventually to your lips; where'd you gotten to taste yourself for the first time.

Eddie quotes Shakespeare. "Graze on my lips, and if those hills be dry. Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie." He says, glossy lips forming a smile.

"Lemme get a picture of you.” He asks again. “I want to savor my pretty girl in this moment," he says with that boyish smile and those adoring chocolate eyes.

Fuck, those eyes. Even if you were thinking of saying 'no' to Eddie, you simply couldn't. It was the way Eddie's eyes gazed at you every time you made contact. It was as if he was put into a dreamlike trance.

If Eddie had been a cartoon, his eyes and pupils would have turned heart-shaped.

You agreed to the picture, but just one.

Eddie sprung up from the bed, his naked pale body sprinting around the smallish trailer.

You hear a few thuds and ruffling coming from the next room. You imagine Eddie tearing his home apart to find his Polaroid camera.

When Eddie comes back, he returns holding a big-shot Polaroid. He says it was his mother's. He and Wayne don't use it often, so there should be enough film on it.

You try to sit up as Eddie crawls onto the bed, but he lightly pushes you back down, telling you you shouldn't have to move a finger, lie back, and be his muse.

You felt an uneasiness plummet in your stomach as you felt the cold lens of Eddie's mother polaroid aimed at your cunt; it was similar to the feeling you get when your doctor has to check beneath your folds for any signs of ovarian cysts or cancers at your yearly checkups.

And though Eddie had seen your bare cunt a multitude of times (just like your doctor), this particular time made your body shutter. Just as Eddie goes to snap the picture, he notices your sudden twitchiness.

"Hey," he says, palming the plum of your cheek. He lightly pecks your lips. "You trust me, right?"

You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip; of course, you trusted Eddie.

"Good." He nearly mumbles, eyes fixated on your glistening folds.

Eddie resume.

The Polaroid covers half of Eddie's face. With his right eye peeking through the eyepiece and his left eye squeezed tightly, Eddie aims the lens close to your cunt.

He places his thumb onto one of your folds and pulls back on the skin, snapping the picture in one snap. Seconds later, the blackened photo ejects from underneath the film shield.

With a few anticipated shakes from Eddie, the photo started to fade in, and you and Eddie stared at it with wide bug eyes and gaping mouths.

It wasn't the fact that Eddie could date back to this photo and jack off to it later that turned him on. Eddie was turned on because you let him do it; it turned him on even more that you trusted him to do it.

It turned you on because there was something obscure about seeing another aspect of your body, other than your face, on a Polaroid picture. In a way, you felt like you were Eddie's personal playboy bunny.

"Can I take another one?" Eddie asked in a daze, just as you went to ask him to take another, and then another, and then another, until you eventually ran out of film.

Taking pictures of you and Eddie's naked bodies would become almost like an addiction to both of you.

It became a ritualistic practice for you two before sex, grabbing the Polaroid (which now rested on Eddie's bedside table, along with packs of film) and taking turns snapping pictures of one another mid fuck.

Eddie would take the Polaroid from you and snap a picture of his cock plunging into your tight wet cunt; once he has his picture, then you'll take the Polaroid and snap a photo of your foot pressed against his pelvis, just above his happy trail. The cycle would go on and on until you were both covered in Polaroid pictures and cum.

It gets to a point where Eddie's bedside dresser, the current home for your photos, gets filled up, and you both have to resort to putting your photos in a picture book.

Making the picture book would be fun for both of you. You would sit on the trailer's living room floor, surrounded by glue, glitter, and markers; it's like a little arts and crafts project.

It'd be nostalgic for you and Eddie to return to your first photos all those months ago until now.

Eddie gets that gooey mushy feeling, getting wrapped up in the trust and intimacy of the photos--love, he thinks the feeling is called-- watching you watch a picture of yourself with a mouthful of his cock, and scrapbooking secret photos preserved for just his and your eyes only.

Eddie wants to tell you he loves you but doesn't yet; now isn't the right time. So he runs to his room, returning with his mother's big-shot Polaroid camera, and takes a snapshot of you.

[kissitbttr]

dilf!toji who finds you sitting in the curb at one am when he’s doing a quick run to 7/11 to grab a few snacks and a six pack. wondering why on earth, a pretty girl like you is alone.

after paying, he exits through the door before walking cautiously towards you. eyes glancing left and right to find no one is around, not even a car. meaning that you may have walked here.

“hi there sweetheart, you okay?” he calls out of worries. it’s very dark outside and far too dangerous for a young thing like you to be all here alone.

the moment you turn your head around, toji swears he had never seen someone so beautiful. glossy irises looking up at him with your messy long curls framing your features. glittery makeup decorating your eyes, nose and lips.

you must be no older than twenty-five.

“huh?” so clueless, yet so pretty. “o-oh. i’m—good, sir.. thank you” shooting him a small toothy grin with a gummy worm tuck in between your teeth,

he chuckles at that, hand shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. how adorable.

he nods his chin towards your disregarded kitten heels beside you. “rough night?”

shrugging, you tug off the stretchy sweet off your mouth before chewing. “something like that.”

he tsks at that, head shaking. “it’s not safe for a girl like you to be out here. considering it’s very late. did you walk here?”

nodding, you put a strand of hair behind your ear. “i did, yes. i needed.. food. i was hungry.”

your answer makes him breathe out a laugh. “candies aren’t food, sweetheart—i assumed you were at a party dressing like that” he points out at your skin tight pink dress that barely covers your thighs, and he has to restrain himself from thinking unholy thoughts.

“it was getting quite crowded… i didn’t like it.. suffocating” your voice coming off quiet, if not—sad—“the food there is awful too”

toji hums, taking another step closer as your eyes follow his movements. head tilting back a bit when you notice he’s only standing inches away from your small figure,

“boyfriend not around?” his head move to the side, eyes roaming down your figure. shaking your head, he asks again. “what happened?”

you reply shakily. “he dumped me.. called me nasty things” a tear escapes your eye as you begin to remember what your ex had done to you two hours prior. “t-that’s why i’m here.”

when he sees you beginning to cry, he can’t help but feel bad. what a fucking asshole he thinks. making a cute girl cry and dumped her in the middle of the night? who fucking does that?!

he crouches down to your eye level. and that’s when you finally take a good look of his appearance. breath almost hitching at just how even more handsome he looks up close. even the faint scar across his lips just makes this man even more hotter.

“i’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. sounds to me like he’s a straight jerk, yeah?” he says with a small smile. seeing you nod as a reply. gaze isn’t moving from his. “don’t cry over him, i bet he doesn’t deserve a beautiful girl like you”

your cheeks warm at that, eyes dropping to your lap just so he won’t notice how nervous he makes you feel by that comment. however, his finger moves underneath your chin to get you to look back at him again. his thumb grazing against your soft skin,

“want me to beat his ass for you? because i will, just lead the way”

you can’t help but giggle at his offer, and it makes toji’s heart skip a beat at the beautiful sound. his lips stretch into a bigger smile when he sees you like that.

“atta girl. there she is” he chuckles, “how old are you, baby?”

“i’m twenty one”

toji mutters out a soft ‘fuck’ which earns a confused frown from you. he’s almost twice your age. “you need a ride back to the party? i promise i’m not a creep or anything. just can’t stand at the thought of you walking back alone. something bad could happen, you know?”

“i would like that very much sir, thank you” a smile pulls upon your pink glossy lips, fingers fiddling with each other,

toji finds you to be endearing, adorable and pretty when you look at him like that. it has been too long since someone makes his heart ponder like this, and all you had to do was just smile at him with a gummy packet in your hand.

“call me toji, sweetheart—c’mere. up you get” he moves the sixpack towards his left hand as the other grabs yours, helping you up on your feet. “but before that, i think you need to get better food in your system. we’ll stop by at something, yeah?”

you nod quickly, slipping your feet back into the heels with a wide smile not leaving your face. “okay!”

with that, toji smiles back at you before putting his hand on your back, guiding you towards his car.

-

will expand because in this au toji is a rich ass man and ready to give him everything for his soon to be baby <3

(look what you made me do @tojisun )

[undead-supernova]

Boring! / Masterlist

(part two here)

Playlist

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

plot: despite being intimidated by your confidence, Eddie decides to try and talk to you (and it pays off)

warnings: drinking, men acting weird, reader being sure of herself and extroverted, Eddie being a little subby 'cause he's a cutie pie, making out, no smut

wc: 2.4k

inspo: this last week I have become obsessed with Lil Mariko's music, specifically Don't Touch, Boring, I'm Baby, Hi, I'm a Slut, etc. I was inspired by her attitude and her sound to create a reader that I don't ever see but want! I include some of her lyrics in here as dialogue so go check her out and support her thanks!

(can you tell I'm a slut for girlypop trap metal/screamo? also wow I love this so much)

Eddie was a sucker for going to parties alone.

It wasn’t like he tried to, but considering all his other friends ended up at other colleges, Eddie felt compelled to at least try to meet people. But it was for naught, just a bout of self-sabotage and eye rolls at himself. He would end up sitting by himself on a beer-stained couch, drink in one hand and a joint in another. Bitterly filling the house with smoke. And, Jesus, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d even spoken to anyone.

But then…well…

“Wow, what a sad bitch. Too bad money can’t buy you a personality. I’d buy one for you, but I won’t. You’re just so fucking lame.”

You threw a drink in some guy’s face, laughing hysterically as you watched him practically growl in anger. With a hand on your hip, sharp nails grazing a short silk dress, you looked like a wild lioness in an arena. Like you were ready to take a bite out of this dude and revel in his blood. Chew on his pound of flesh.

“Slut!” he shouted.

“Awh, thank you!” you exclaimed, your grin almost maniacal. Glossed lips somehow glimmering in the dim lighting. “Too bad you have to fucking grope women in order to get one to notice you.” Another laugh left your lips. “I should get a goddamn restraining order on you, shitdick.”

It was in that moment that Eddie fell in love with you.

Well, okay, he didn’t actually fall in love with you. But, god, he knew he could.

You were just so sure of yourself, always in control of the situation at hand. A dominating presence that commanded whatever room you were in. It was this magnetism that drew him to you, never leaving his sight whenever you showed up.

No matter how many times he had a knee jerk reaction to get involved when men wouldn’t keep their hands to themselves, you were always one step ahead. He’d watched you slap someone, kick them in the shins, in the balls, and even landed a nice right hook. All in your short dresses and six-inch heels. All sparkly and put together. 

It made him weak, utterly susceptible to whatever it is that made you so alluring. This feminine rage, this disdain at the idea that women couldn’t be impolite. You let it be known that that was far from your mind. It wasn’t even defiance—it was just you.

And no matter the genre, you were moving and laughing with your friends. Practically gassing each other up as you grinded on one another. Eddie would take another six puffs of his joint, trying to let the smoke billow enough that he wouldn’t keep checking you out. But it was to no avail.

It was this itch in his brain, something only you could scratch. And he didn’t even know your name. No knowledge of your major or your preferences or whether you’d think he was as pretty as he found you to be. He thought it would always be this way.

Until Eddie thought that enough was enough. It was another Saturday party that you’d shown up to. He was back on that couch, back in that uncomfortable, stuffy attitude. You were standing around with your friends, finishing off a red solo cup and reapplying lip gloss over your lipstick. Carefully, methodically. 

It was a crime and he knew he needed to commit one himself before he’d regret it.

“Fuck it,” Eddie muttered, pushing himself off of the couch and heading towards you. Smoothed out his hair, checked to make sure he still smelled good. Made sure his rings were straightened.

It felt like some kind of fate, the way your friends moved over to refill their cups as he approached. How prophetic, being able to get your attention with just a turn of your head. Put your hands on your hips.

“Uh, hi,” he started, immediately resisting the urge to wince at his awkwardness. Where the hell was his game? Did it run away because it was you?

You tilted your head, looking him up and down before smiling. Smiling. “Hi, there.”

“I’m Eddie.”

You giggled, looking slightly confused as you gave him yours. But in the smile that came after, he could tell you were amused. 

“Hi, Eddie,” you said after your introduction. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Well,” he started, trying to formulate a sentence. “I’ve seen you around and I thought you seemed cool.”

“Oh, yeah?” you egged on, raising an eyebrow.

He silently nodded.

“I like your tattoos,” you complimented, still grazing his body with your eyes, your bottom lip tucked between your teeth. Eddie felt so exposed, so vulnerable to your gaze, nearly desperate for you to look him in the eye again. It would be easier than whatever you were starting to do to him.

But instead, you touched his left forearm arm and he froze. Literally froze. 

“What’s this one all about?” you asked, tapping it with your pointer finger. Goosebumps flooded his arm as you traced it with the digit, your nail scratching at his skin. It was the most recent addition, a fiery red dragon with spurts of fire flicking off the sides and a black D20 wrapped inside its tail. 

“Uh,” he started, blinking a few times as he tried to regain his composure. “I got it a few weeks ago. It’s, uh, a D&D thing?” 

He didn’t mean for it to come out like a question but, to be honest, if you kept touching him like that, he was really going to embarrass himself. Well, not him. His dick. How pathetic.

Your eyebrows lifted again. “D&D?”

“Yeah, Dungeons & Dragons.”

“You know, I’ve heard of that,” you said with a small smile, removing your fingers before crossing your arms over your chest. Leaned back, sized him up. “But you should tell me more about it.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah, really,” you replied with a chuckle. “Tell me about this thing it’s holding. What is that?”

“Well, it’s called a D-Twenty. It’s a dice that has twenty sides and, like, when you roll it, you get any number between one and twenty. It’s one of those things where the dice have rules and if you get below a fourteen, you’re destined to fail but if you go above a fourteen, you’re more likely to succeed. But then if you get a one then it’s called, uh, a critical failure. Automatic fail, you know? But if you get a twenty—”

“Hold on,” you said, holding up your hand as you glanced behind him. “Give me a minute.”

Eddie watched you walk past him, frozen in place. He’d really lost his chance, hadn’t he? He should’ve known better than to let himself actually talk about D&D. It was stupid! Absolutely pointless! A girl like you would never want to listen to someone blabber about a fucking fantasy game.

He should’ve known better.

The sound of your heels felt deafening as you stalked up to a guy and snapped your fingers in his face. "You've been staring at me for, like, a fucking hour. Can I help you?” The guy just stared. “Like, what's your problem? If you get near me, if you try to touch me? I swear to god, shitdick, I will take my Louboutins and castrate you."      

Blubbering like a goddamn fish, the dude scratched at his head, clearly trying to come up with some kind of retort. “Hey, don’t fucking say shit to me when you’re putting it all out there for free. You expect guys to not wanna fuck you when your ass is out?”

Eddie’s fists clenched, ready to throw a punch before you had him beat.

“Yawn,” you moaned, dramatically stretching your arms out like you were getting ready for bed. “Can you shut the fuck up? I’m falling asleep listening to you. You’re so fucking boring.” 

He stopped talking. The douche bag actually stopped, opting to stare at you with wide eyes as you absolutely annihilated him.

“You’re just talking to yourself at this point. Like, seriously, you’re fucking boring. Don’t talk to me."

That was when Eddie turned away, reasoning with himself that he lost your interest. He was just gonna be next, another weirdo that didn’t deserve your time. And, to be fair, he’d get it. Hell, he’d leave you the fuck alone forever if you said so. But he still had a grip on his pride, tucking his tail and ready to flee.

Eddie nearly gasped as he felt a pull on one of his belt loops, unable to process in time when you tugged him back towards you, face dangerously close to his. Your eyes tracing the lines of his lips as he struggled to breathe.

"Excuse me?” you nearly whispered. “Where do you think you're going? I didn't say you were boring, did I?"

“Ah,” he breathed, his heart racing as your grip tightened on his jeans. “N-no, I guess not.”

That earned a smile from you. “Exactly,” you said, louder this time. “Keep talking, pretty boy.”

As Eddie kept explaining the dice, you took his hand, holding it over your shoulder as you guided him back over to that couch he had been sulking on. Not once did he stop rambling, feeling compelled as you gave him little “mhm”s and “oh, yeah?”s that sounded like goddamn moans. 

Nearly pushed him down to the cushion, crossing your legs as you actively listened. Actively listened. 

Only interrupting when you lightly touched his long locks and asked, “Is this okay?” 

And he nodded, stunned at you asking for his permission. Then you were telling him to keep going. With your pretty fingers wrapping around one of his curls, eyes nearly starry as he went along.

God, where did you come from? And how could he ever be the same?

“You’re so cool,” you said when he’d finally decided to shut up. “Really smart.”

“Nah,” he scoffed, trying to keep the heat from rushing to his cheeks. “I just have, like, specific interests.”

“That you know everything about,” you pointed out, pressing your pointer finger to his cheek. “I don’t think I could memorize all of that.”

“Well, what do you like?” he asked, now feeling more sure of himself. 

You chuckled. “Is this when you ask me what my major is?”

Eddie couldn’t help but roll his eyes, all too aware of the stereotypical conversation starter. And to quote you earlier: Yawn.

“How many guys have tried that?” he wondered. “And how many did you kick in the face?”

That earned a grin from you, something all proud and appreciative. Like he cracked some goddamn code. 

“Too many to count,” you responded, shaking your head. “But because I think you’re sweet, I’ll tell you the truth. I’m undecided. I think I could look into art history or literary analysis. I just want to make the right choice before I commit to it.”

Eddie nodded, feeling electricity begin to sparkle in his chest as you went into detail about your favorite female artists and poets, how you’d spent the last few months becoming obsessed with analysis. How you pictured it as a web of tangled strings that you meticulously unraveled. 

And the more you talked, the more he yearned for you to keep going. Keep filling his head with your thoughts and ideas. 

Then you said the one thing that brought him to nirvana.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he answered immediately.

And then your lips were on his.

And it was a magical experience to have your lipstick flood his mouth, growing feverish as the flavor faded and he could now only taste you. 

Now, Eddie didn’t consider himself to be submissive, per se. But he certainly had no problem letting you lead the way, wrapping his curls in your fingers, your nails, and tugging him wherever you wanted. Gnashing teeth, the little moan that escaped your mouth as your tongue curled around his. 

And if his boner hadn’t been visible before, he knew damn well it was now, especially when your other hand met the back of his neck, your nails painstakingly slow as they scraped down to his shoulders. A whine left his lips, all shaky and high-pitched. A fucking whine in the middle of some party at some loser’s house.

But it only drove you further, biting his lips and whispering, “That’s a good boy, hm?”

He gasped. And as if you knew the embarrassment was starting to pool in his stomach, you threw your leg over his waist and returned the noise. Moved your lips to his jaw and raked your teeth over his neck.

And when Eddie had enough strength to open his eyes, he nearly groaned again at your exposed thigh, dress rising up over the curl of your ass. But Eddie felt nervous to touch you, felt nervous to let himself indulge. Not when you hadn’t given permission. 

You weren’t delicate, he knew this. A woman with the power and grace of royalty, waltzing around parties with all that intelligence; all that bark that also bites. 

He wanted you to be his.

Putting his hand on your shoulder, you backed away. Stared up at him through your eyelashes, lipstick smothered around your mouth.

“I, um, I know, like, you may want to go somewhere, but,” Eddie began to stutter, trying to get the blood away from his cock. Focus, focus. “I’d rather take you out on a date first.”

And that’s when he saw you grin. It wasn’t all dominant and flirty. No, it was something genuine, all bashful with your shoulders turning inward. Was he…did his words leave you shy?

“You want to take me out on a date?” you asked.

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted to for a while now.”

“Um, I’d really like that,” you said with a nod. “Keep telling me about that game, though,” you demanded lightly, taking your thumb and attempting to wipe your lipstick from his mouth. He started to try and return the gesture, causing you to giggle. “‘Cause I have some very important questions.”

The rest of the night and early morning was spent spilling knowledge into one another, always listening. Always finding each other’s lips again, quiet whispers of Is this okay? and You taste really nice and Would you keep talking?

When the night ended and he drove you back to your dorm, you made a promise of dinner and a trip around a museum. Made him promise you three times before he gave you a wink and a chuckle.

And it sounded damn near crazy, but maybe Eddie really was in love.

thank you for the lovely divider @strangergraphics :')

[mammonsrockstargf]

GRILLED CHEESE

pairing: beelzebub x gn!reader contents: smut, unprotected sex, tiny bit of choking, pet name (sweets), praise, he bites you once, multiple orgasms, overstim wordcount: 1k

It’s empty in the kitchen as Beel sits you on the counter before turning to the stove and beginning to make the grilled cheese. You watch his back with curiosity as he flips the sandwich, and the aroma of toast and melted cheese begins to fill the room. 

Beelzebub hums to himself before he puts the finished food on a plate and turns to you. You expect him to chow down the whole thing in one bite. After all, that is why you assume he pulled you out of his comfy bed and down to the kitchen.

But instead of doing that, he slots himself between your legs and holds out the grilled cheese in front of you. You raise your brows, eyes shifting between the food and Beel.

“You're not gonna eat that, big guy?” you ask, and Beel shakes his head. 

“No. It’s for you,” he replies, as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. You’re slightly surprised, but you’re never one to turn down a good sandwich, so you slowly take a bite. Beel watches with interest, licking his lips as his eyes gleam red. You chew on the food and almost moan at the taste.

“Mmmm, it’s really good, Beel,” you say. “But why are you making me grilled cheese at 10 p.m.?” you ask before taking another bite. Beel sheepishly smiles before taking a bite himself.

“It’s for energy,” he replies, and you giggle. After all, it’s just a casual Sunday evening. It’s not like you’re going to the gym or anything.

“What do I need energy for?” 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Beelzebub bottoms out, his thick cock stretching your walls to the max as he fucks his cock into you. With your legs on either side of his hips, he practically lays on top of you, pressing you into his mattress. He has one hand on your hip to keep you steady, the other is around your throat, applying light pressure that makes you feel dizzy.

Beel mouths at your jaw, tasting your salty skin, while he leaves breathy moans in your ear that make heat pool in your gut. You claw at his back while he slowly grinds his cock into you in circular motions, his leaky tip pushing at that mushy spot that makes euphoric waves of pleasure course through your body, all the way to your toes.

“You feel so good, sweets,” Beel mutters, giving your cheek a sloppy kiss. He pulls his hips back all the way back till only his tip is enveloped by your gooey insides before he buries himself to the hilt again. “Fuck,” you gasp, arching your back into him as Beel repeats the motion.

“I never want to leave,” Beel mutters, eyes lidded with how drunk he is off your body, your warmth, your taste. “I’d fuck you forever if I could.” 

You whine as Beel begins to pick up his pace, fucking you harsher, faster. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, while his hand on your hip grips you tighter, mixing pain with pleasure. “So good for me,” Beelzebub moans, his voice coming out breathier than you’ve ever heard as he pistons his hips into yours, balls slapping against your ass. The familiar knot in your gut begins to tighten as his cock bullies your insides, carving a hole for himself in there. You squeeze your eyes shut, gasping for air as you’re fucked into the mattress. 

“I’m gonna come, Beel,” you announce, and you feel his teeth grazing your neck as he continues to fuck you at a ruthless pace. “You’re gonna make me come,” you repeat, and you feel his dick twitch inside of you as he groans into your neck.

“Come on, sweets, wanna feel it. Come for me,” he says. If there’s one thing Beel gets off on, it’s your pleasure. Violet eyes meet yours as he watches your expression. Desperation and hunger mixed in them, quickly turning into satisfaction as you reach your high, sensitive walls clamping down on his length as you come. Your mouth shapes into an o, your liquids spraying Beel’s abdomen as you cry out.

“Fuck, you look-” Beel sounds completely out of breath as he licks his lips and watches your cum glistening on your skin. “So good,” he murmurs, coming down to kiss you as he continues to fuck you. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking involuntarily, as Beel sucks on your tongue, now focused on reaching his high.

He pulls out before turning you around, gripping your hips, and sliding in again. The new angle makes you feel even fuller as you drool into the pillow beneath you. Beel lays on top of you, chest against your back, as he grinds his hips into you from behind, his tip repeatedly nudging your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back as Beelzebub sinks his teeth into your shoulder, a growl coming from the bottom of his stomach as he comes inside of you, filling you with rows of his cum. He straightens up again, taking a second to admire the new bite mark, before pulling out and watching his cum spill out of you. 

Beelzebub feels satisfaction course through him as he turns you around again, coming down to kiss you. You reciprocate, running your fingers through his sweaty hair and pulling it out of his eyes, a delirious giggle leaving you. 

“Beel, I think you just rearranged my guts,” you mumble against his lips and Beel hums. 

“That’s why you needed energy,” he replies, and you roll your eyes. You gasp when Beel slips inside of your warmth again. 

“Beel, what are you…” In a second you’re flipped around, now in Beel’s lap, impaled on his length. “W– wait, I’m not-” you whine at the new position, resting your head on Beel’s shoulder as his hands dig into your hips and he experimentally thrusts up. 

“You still have more energy, right?” Beelzebub asks, voice coaxing and sweet as he helps you circle your hips. You close your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip. “You can take more, right?” His drooly tip kisses your sweet spot, throwing all sense out the window as you feel another orgasm on the horizon. Beelzebub kisses your head, pulling you closer. 

Big arms wrap around your waist, helping you go up and down, and Beel moans in satisfaction. 

“See? Grilled cheese gives you energy.”

thank you for reading!

masterlist | dividers by cafekitsune

[wordstome]

könig as the nutcracker 🥹🥹

you just brought some terrible sleeping beast out of me, anon.

nutcracker prince König x fem reader (mostly gender neutral but you're wearing a dressing gown)

tw: mouse murder???

He's a very odd looking nutcracker, all things considered, but you can't take your eyes off of him.

"If it's a nutcracker why does it have that stupid veil over its face?" Your brother asks, noisily crunching candies between his molars. You glare at him, both for the rude remark and for chewing with his mouth open.

"This is a special one," your aunt gushes. "He's based off of a legendary soldier who never showed his face on the battlefield. One of a kind, from a specialty toy shop.”

"How interesting..." You muse, gently rubbing the fabric of the veil between your fingers. It's sturdy fabric, but still soft to the touch.

"He was probably ugly as hell," your brother declares. You swat him, and he only cackles and gets up to graze at some more sweets.

"Maybe you should try covering that ugly mug up once in a while," you call after him. He pelts you with a walnut shell.

Your aunt shakes her head fondly. "This one's not just decorative," she says. "He's a real nutcracker by Steinbach."

You look at her, wide-eyed. "So he can crack nuts?"

She nods and tosses you a hazelnut. "Try it."

You lift the wooden man's veil a little to put the hazelnut in his mouth. You could just pull the whole thing up and out of the way, but that feels almost...forbidden? You're not sure why you feel this way—he's just a piece of wood, after all, and he probably doesn't even have anything painted on underneath the veil other than those vibrant blue eyes. But even so, you're hesitant to unmask him.

Cracking the nut works like a charm, though, and some childish excitement bubbles up inside you as the remnants of the cracked hazelnut spill into your palm. "That's incredible!" you gush, running your thumb over the nutcracker's lacquered uniform.

"What do you mean incredible, that's what nutcrackers are for." Your brother returns, a few walnuts rolling around in his palm. He holds his other hand out. "Give him here."

"No. You called him ugly, so he's mad at you," you say, teasing him by holding the nutcracker out of his reach.

Your brother rolls his eyes. "Give it here, you little shit."

"Crack your own nuts," you shoot back. "This is my nutcracker."

He makes another grab for it, and this time he manages to grab the nutcracker's arm. It's only a lighthearted tussle between siblings as you shove at your brother and he refuses to let go of the nutcracker's arm—until it's not.

A terrible snapping of breaking wood causes you to gasp. The two of you stumble away from each other from the force, your brother holding a tiny wooden arm in his hand. He's just pulled it clean off. On closer inspection, your idiot brother has somehow managed to Hulk-rip the arm piece off of the piece that fits inside the socket. "This is a brand new nutcracker, how did you fuck it up?!" you cry.

"Hey, you should have—" Your brother takes one look at your expression and decides not to give you a hard time. "Look, I'm sorry. I was too rough on it. Sit tight for a second." You sit there, numbly staring at the pieces of your poor nutcracker. Really, it's your fault too—why didn't you just let him have the damn thing?

And why is this upsetting you so much? The nutcracker's just a decoration, albeit one with a little more function than most. You feel a sort of attraction to this little wooden man in your hand, though. Maybe it's because his unique design is interesting, or maybe it's because you're intrigued by the idea of a masked soldier who never shows his face. Either way, he was your gift anyway, so it's not that unusual that you're attached to him...right?

"Here, let me see him." Your brother's back, but to your horror, he's holding a pair of needle-nose pliers. "Absolutely not," you respond, jumping up from where you were sitting on the floor. "You are not getting anywhere near my nutcracker with those things. You're just going to fuck it up even more."

"It'll be fiiine," he insists, clicking the pliers open and closed like some maniacal toy surgeon. You're not sure you like the devious glint in his eye. Your brother's a nice guy for the most part, but sometimes he gets this look in his eye that you imagine Dr Frankenstein must have had when he was assembling his creation.

You hold the nutcracker and his detached arm protectively to your chest. "I'll figure out how to fix him in the morning with glue or something," you insist. "I don't need you poking around with pliers and splintering the wood."

"Are you sure? I am sorry, for what it's worth."

You wave him off. You're still kind of mad at him, but you're both adults. You'll live. "Don't worry about it. I think I'm going to head to bed soon, anyway."

"You should keep his arm with him, dear," you aunt pipes up. She had gone into the kitchen during the whole ordeal, but had probably heard everything go down. "Tape it to his side or something. You wouldn't want to lose it."

That's a good idea, you muse, examining your poor amputated nutcracker. You're just about to take her suggestion when you get an idea.

Your brother checks in with you later, right before he goes to bed as well. "You can't be serious," he says. "You made him an arm sling?"

You tie the knot on the little scrap of cloth around the little wooden man's arm nice and snug. "Oh, I'm dead serious," you say. "Doesn't he look cute?"

Your brother lets out a resigned sigh. "Yeah. Sure."

The rest of the evening is relatively uneventful. You put the nutcracker in your room, right on top of the dresser, while you go about your bedtime routine. It always brings you a bit of joy to walk out of the bathroom and see him there, standing tall and proud.

Well, your evening would have been uneventful...had you not bolted awake in bed an hour or two later.

You're groggy and confused, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, when you hear the cacophony of noise. It sounds like footsteps, dozens upon dozens of them, stampeding through your walls. And then the mice show up.

They crawl up from the corners and the floorboards, swarming across your room. You're too terrified to move or even scream out, sure that you must be having some terrible nightmare or hallucination.

And then your nutcracker moves.

You're absolutely positive now that you must be dreaming, watching frozen from your bed as your nutcracker leaps down from your dresser as if he's a living, breathing man and beginning to fight the mice. And he's even...talking?

"Finally, some worthy adversaries!" you hear him cry. You gape at this bloodthirsty little soldier as he beats through mouse after mouse with his tiny sword.

It's an impossible battle, you think. There's no way he can take all those mice alone, and with one injured arm aside...you're usually pretty squeamish when it comes to dubious little animals, but you can't just leave your nutcracker to be overwhelmed. Besides, this is all a dream, so nothing matters, right?

There's one mouse, larger than the others, who's at the back of the pack, squeaking as if giving orders. You're having quite a wild dream, honestly, because the mouse is even wearing a little crown. Like a king, you think with some amusement. You reach over the edge of your bed to pick the mouse up by the scruff.

You're not quite sure what happens next. One moment, the mouse is chattering angrily at you, the next you're on the floor. At first you think you've simply lost your balance and fallen onto the floor, but when you scramble to your feet, you nearly fall over again as you take in your surroundings.

You've shrunk.

Your bedroom is cavernous above your head, your bedposts and furniture as tall as skyscrapers. And worse still, the mice are huge too: the once palm-sized mouse king is now as large as you are, sneering down at you from his snout. You didn't even know mice could sneer.

You yelp and throw yourself to the side to dodge one of the mice lunging at you. "It's time to wake up," you mutter to yourself through clenched teeth. "It would be really really nice to wake up right about now...!"

The mice are unrelenting, a vicious gleam in their eyes as they nip at your heels. They manage to corner you against a piece of furniture, snapping their jaws menacingly. All you can think to do is pray as they draw ever closer, their breath hot as they crowd around you—

A sword neatly lops off the head of one of the mice in front of you.

You gasp and look upwards to see your nutcracker looming above you, his sword gleaming in the low light of your bedroom. He's incredibly menacing at this size, his veil becoming intimidating rather than charming. You're far smaller than him now—if he had been a normal sized man, he would have easily cleared six feet. His eyes are vibrant and intense, staring down at you for a brief moment before they turn back towards his enemy.

You sit there, stock-still in awe as you watch him mow through his adversaries. It takes you a moment to realize you probably shouldn't be hanging around and gawping. Good thing, too, because your knight in shining lacquer is too distracted to notice he's being snuck up on. The larger mouse is creeping up behind him, a wicked glint in its eye.

"No!" you cry. Thinking fast, you pull off your slipper and chuck it at the mouse's head, stunning it. I can't believe that actually worked, you think.

You have to give your nutcracker some credit, his reflexes are wicked-sharp. In a single heartbeat, he's run the mouse king through with his sword. He cuts an imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. But there's a sort of glee in them as well, the kind of thing that should make you uneasy.

It doesn't.

The rest of the mice, seeing their leader fallen, beat a hasty retreat, tugging the corpses of their fallen comrades along with them. You watch them, fascinated, until all that remains of the bloody conflict are a few tiny pools of blood streaked along your floorboards.

"I must thank you," comes the voice of your nutcracker. You look at him, unsure of what to say. You're welcome for throwing a shoe at a giant mouse to keep it from killing you?

"I...of course," is what eventually comes out. You smooth out your dressing gown in a futile effort to look presentable. "I couldn't let him hurt you."

The nutcracker tilts his head curiously. "You don't know me."

"Of course I do. You're my nutcracker," you say, instantly feeling silly once the words leave your mouth. You just received him as a gift, and you only just found out he was sentient anyway. You don't know why you feel so protective...

He shifts his injured arm, the sling still in place. "You bound my arm, as well."

You flush with embarrassment. "I-it was the least I could do," you stammer. "I shouldn't have let my brother do that. Really, it was my own fault—" Your words die in your throat as the nutcracker moves in close to you, so close that you can feel his body heat. Since when did he have body heat?

"Pretty," he murmurs under his breath. You stare at him, dumbfounded. Is your nutcracker...hitting on you?

Suddenly, you snap back to your senses. "Oh my God," you exclaim, staring down at yourself and then back towards your surroundings. "I'm still small. And I haven't woken up yet. Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. Please tell me I'm dreaming." You pinch your skin, letting out a small exclamation when it hurts. But you still don't wake up.

"Hmm...you won't solve your predicament that easily, little one," the nutcracker muses.

"Wha—do you know how to fix this?"

"I have a hunch," he responds, brow furrowing. You hadn't noticed eyebrows on him when you were examining him earlier in the evening, you note.

"Do tell."

"You've had a curse placed on you, but I don't know how to break it. I do, however, know someone who might know how."

"Well then take me to them!" You stare at him beseechingly. You watch as several indecipherable emotions run through his eyes, then he nods.

You visibly relax. "Thank you."

"You'll have to trust me. You may find the whole process a little...fantastical."

"More fantastical than my nutcracker coming to life and fighting an army of mice on my bedroom floor?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow. His eyes crinkle in a way that must mean he's smiling.

"More fantastical than that," he says. He offers you a hand like a true gentleman, and to your shock, it feels like flesh, not wood. His grip is firm but soothing, his hand so huge it dwarfs your own.

"Let's do this, then."

uhhhhhhh wow this got kinda long I had to cut it short. I'll probably write a part 2? But it's gotta wait because I've got a gazillion other things to write first :P Thank you for the inspiration, anon! 🥺

[starboye]

pairing: dick grayson x male reader

summary: patching up dicks wounds after a night patrol and things get a little more heated, so what would be the worst thing that could happen between two exes

warnings: smut, hand job, cursing, a lil angst

dick was well... a dickhead, he never knew when to stop fighting, staying out way past the patrol time he said he had and getting beat senseless in the process, now here he was knocking at your door beaten and bruised asking for help and how could you deny the man of assistance.

"and how exactly did this happen" you ask walking out your bathroom with a first aid kit in hand "just bit off more than i could chew" dick chuckles before wincing in pain from his broken ribs "i told you don't fight the battles you know you can't win" you roll your eyes "yeah but what would be the fun in that" he jokes.

"well look where that got you, limping to your ex boyfriends door asking for help" you say wiping the cuts with some alcohol making dick jump a little from the pain "yeah but at least i get to see this beautiful face again" dick smile "flattery doesn't get you out of this" you sternly say patching up the cut on his chest and wrapping a bandage around the bullet hole on his arm.

"h-hey" dick says turning your face to look at him "just come back to titans tower with me it's safer than being here" he says "now you know i moved out because we broke up" you say finishing up fixing his wounds "but that doesnt mean that you can't come back" dick says trying to convince you.

you look at dick for a little before standing "i fixed you up now you can go" you say not trying to look him in the eyes because you know you'll get reeled in "hey look at me i still love you" dick softly say lifting you eyes to look at him before kissing you sweetly and pulling back slightly, you could still feel his breath grazing your lips.

and before you could think you leaned back into his lips, kissing him passionately which quickly turns into a make out session with you straddled across dicks lap as you messily kiss each other "will you please just come back with me" dick asks in between sloppy kisses "dick no we tried this once and look where that brought us" you say.

"what, two exes making out on the couch" he chuckles grabbing your ass "you know what i mean" you say poking at his injury making him wince "fucker" he breathlessly say "we broke up because you decided you cared more about fighting crime than being with your boyfriend" you say pulling down his pants, him lifting up a little to help you bring them down to let his dick spring out.

"and please im sorry for that y/n but i promise i changed" dick says lightly letting out a groan as you bring his dick into your hand "yeah and you show me that by showing up to my apartment bloody and beaten" you chuckle "it's been hard since you left okay" dick defends as you slowly stoke his cock "well i'm starting to move on and i'm not regressing because you wanna play superhero for gotham" you say quickening your hand.

"well- fuck... well if you come back i could be the man you want me to be" he says moving his kisses to your neck "dick, i love you but you need to learn to separate work and relationships" you say rubbing his tip lightly "oh fuck you, how am i supposed to respond when you keep fucking with me" dick smirks "it's what i do best" you smirk back.

"fuck fuck fuckkk" dick grunts thrusting his hips upward into your fist before cumming all over your hand and letting huffs fall from his mouth "now how about you leave" you say with a smile "im not leaving till you come back with me" dick say looking up at you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

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[mykneeshurt]

I absolutely love your Keegan fics.

If you’d be willing, could you write some Jealous Keegan x F reader smut based on this scene from After We Collided.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLWxKsTp/

Summer

Keegan x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, jealousy themes

A/N - sorry this took so long! I’ve haven’t written in such a long time so I hope this is everything you wanted ❤️

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‘Hey!’ You laughed, clicking your fingers in Keegans face. Shaking his head gently he offered you a warm smile, acutely aware he’d been caught day dreaming. ‘It’s my round, what do you want?’ He pondered momentarily before settling on a pint of the newest IPA on offer.

He watched as you made your way to the bar, hips swaying with every step. Your baby blue summer dress accentuating every curve, every ripple of your soft skin. As he trailed his eyes up your body, he noticed a hand placed at the small of your back. Flashing his eyes towards the face of the intruder he could see it wasn’t someone he knew.

He felt tense instantly, fists clenched under the table, nails digging into his skin. He noticed his breath hitch in is throat, furious that someone else was touching you. Not that you were his to claim, you weren’t together. He knew you through your brother, he’d known you for years, you were just a friend.

The intruder pressed his lips against your cheek, his hand curling round your hips pulling you closer. Keegan felt his heart implode, acid coursed through his veins as he scrambled to keep in control. His mind raced, visions of the stranger fucking you, his fingertips grazing your skin, pulling at your hips as he buried his cock into you.

Not being able to take it anymore he shot up from his seat, the chair scraping across the wooden floor. It was enough to muster every single persons attention, all eyes fixed on him in that moment. Not that he cared. All but sprinting out the pub he charged his way through the plethora of patrons.

The fresh summers air sucker punched him, forcing the oxygen from his lungs. Sauntering over to his car he placed his hands on the hood, trying to ground himself. Why was he so wound up? Why did he feel so jealous? A flurry of emotions surged within him, unable to make sense of this sudden outburst.

And that’s when you showed up, because of course you did.

‘Keegan?! What’s wrong?’ You panted, pulling strands of hair out of your face. If his head had turned any faster he would have broken his neck. The low summer sun illuminated his steel eyes, full of an emotion you couldn’t quite understand. ‘You fuckin him?’ He snapped. Venom in his words.

Not being one to take anybody’s shit, especially Keegans shit, you squared up to him. He may be a marine, but he didn’t scare you. Not in the slightest.

‘What the fuck did you just say to me?’ You challenged, your eyes meeting his, seething with rage. ‘I said … are you fucking him?’ He closed the gap between the two of you even further, his breath brushing over your lips as he looked down on you. ‘And what on earth does that have to do with you? Of all people’ you spat.

Electricity surged in the air, skin prickling from the intense energy that swarmed between you.

‘So that’s a yes then?’ He said as he chewed his jaw, arms crossed with his biceps bulging from beneath his shirt. ‘No, it’s a mind your fucking business. Where has this even come from?’

Keegan had never acted like this before, he’d been protective of you, but never jealous.

Sighing he pinched the bridge of his nose, a single strand of black hair fell, framing his face. ‘Forget I even said anything’ he muttered under his breath as he turned away from you. ‘No, no, you don’t get to say that after making a scene. Why does this matter to you?’

‘It doesn’t.’

‘Clearly it does’, you said as you repositioned yourself in between him and his car.

Your back pressed against the black door frame, the metal molten from sitting in the sun. He remained silent, staring off into the surrounding fields. ‘I know him from work Keegan, he tries it on with me all the time but I’m not interested. You’d have seen that yourself if you’d had bothered to try and contain yourself. You’re my brother’s friend, not my brother. You don’t get to say who I can and cannot fuck.’

He chewed his jaw again, this time the muscle rippled beneath his skin, his pulse throbbing along his neck. Peering up at him you regarded him closely, wanting to see where this would go. ‘And what if I had fucked him Keegan? What then?’ His gaze deepened, hardened, as he placed his hands either side of your shoulders. Closing you in.

‘Him touching me? His body on top of mine? Kissing me … fucking me so so slowly? What would you do Keegan?’ You smirked at him, watching his face contort as his hands curled into fists. ‘Is that what this is about? You wanna fuck me Keegan?’ Placing your hands on his belt you pulled him slightly, biting your lip as you hummed. ‘You wanna feel me? Taste me?’

Pressing his hips against yours, you could feel his thick cock graze your thigh. He lowered his lips to your ear, his tongue running along his teeth. ‘Get in the fucking car.’

He all but manhandled you onto the back seat as you fell onto your back. Slamming the door shut he turned his attention to you. Your chest heaving as the sun strained to break through the blacked out windows. Pulling you by your hips towards him, he forced his knee in between your thighs causing you to gasp.

You grasped at his shirt pulling his lips to yours, they were unexpectedly soft. The kiss was forceful, with purpose, teeth clashing together as he pushed himself on you. His hands gripped at the flesh of your inner thighs as he coaxed you to grind on him. Deepening the kiss he swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, before nipping it gently.

Rolling your hips you whined into the kiss, the pressure on your clit igniting something primal within you. Breaking the kiss you gasped for air, pulling at his neck as he littered your neck with kisses. He groaned against your skin, fingertips leaving indents in their wake.

‘Tell me to stop’ he whispered, his voice cracking, ‘tell me to fucking stop.’ You dragged your nails along his scalp, unable to find words, instead only strained whispers. His fingers grazed along your lace covered cunt, ‘don’t tell me who I can’t fuck’ you purred, pulling at his belt once more.

In a swift motion he hiked up your dress, finally revealing a delicate white thong. He groaned to himself as he yanked at his belt, the metal the only sound heard in between your shared gasps. Propping yourself on your elbows you watched with curiosity as he freed his cock. Your arousal soaking the fine piece of material.

Spitting into his hand he pulled them to the side as he massaged his thick cock, your eyes wide you were about to protest ‘wait!-‘

When he pressed the tip against your entrance stretching you out in one fluid movement. His head dropped as he stifled a laugh, one of pleasure or disbelief you weren’t sure.

Falling onto your back you squeezed your eyes shut, completely and utterly blissed out. Mouth agape as your desperate pussy welcomed him with open arms. ‘Oh fuck’ he drawled, pushing your hips into the leather seats. He began thrusting at a punishing pace, a man starved, needy. Euphoria is the only way he’d describe finally feeling you around him, finally seeing you beneath him.

His thrusts expelled all oxygen from you, leaving you panting, needing more and more. Choking on your gasps you dug your nails into his skin, feverishly rolling your hips, trying to feel more friction on your aching clit.

Noticing this he slowed his pace, allowing a ribbon of saliva to fall from his lips onto the throbbing bud. ‘Show me’ he hissed as he pulled at your fingers. Needing no more direction you massaged your clit, finally relieving some of the pressure. ‘Atta girl’ he praised, smirking down at you.

He resumed his previous pace, sweat now beginning to form on his brow. Gritting his teeth, watching as his cock slid in and out of your cunt, covered in your arousal. ‘You wish it was him fuckin you? Fuckin this needy little cunt?’

‘I … fuck … no, Keegan please’ you stammered, all coherency and logic completely voiding itself from your mind.

Cupping your jaw he ran his thumb along your bitten lip, he pulled down on it watching as your eyes fluttered closed. You welcomed his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly at the pad. ‘Cum on this cock sweetheart. Come on’ he prompted, words barely audible over the whines exuding from the back of your throat.

Your fingers still worked your clit as he maintained his pace, his mouth slightly agape as he whimpered from the sensation of your pussy around him. He felt you begin to tighten, knowing your climax was building. ‘Cum for me’ he whispered, his thumb still nestled between your lips.

Your muscles tightened as your body shook beneath him, back arched and toes pointed as the explosive release washed over you. ‘Fuck … good girl’ he praised, as his free hand caressed your hip. You led beneath him breathless, completely and utterly satisfied.

‘In me’ you whispered, although it verged on begging. His brow furrowed as he slowed his pace, hitting every crevice of your cunt, your sensitivity heightening every move. ‘Cum in me Keegan’ you stated much more harshly, ordering him almost. ‘Are you on …’

‘Yes, don’t stop’ you whined interrupting him, wrapping your thighs around him, pulling him closer.

Not needing anymore information he pressed both hands around your hips, a single strand of hair fell onto his face framing it perfectly. His jaw fell open as he squeezed his eyes shut, low moans and whimpers filled the space between your two sweat glistening bodies. Feeling him fill you completely, you bit your lip smirking up at him. Biting his lip he dropped his head, chest heaving with every breath.

Humming to himself he finally looked up at you, the orange glow from the sun mixed with the steel blue of his eyes as he took you in. You were glowing. He pressed his forearms each side of your head as he kissed you deeply. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for a very very long time’ he admitted, hovering his lips above yours. ‘Mmm I can tell’ you smiled, ‘wanna know something?’

He nodded.

‘So have I.’

[changisworld]

Rimming with Leeknow

word count:1,806

18+, MDNI!! smut below

©ANY translation, copy & paste, posting of my work is strictly forbidden for ANY posts/ writing i post.

Second part of my 8 part masterlist of the extension of this & this headcanon of the members!!;3

Kinks & Pleasures masterlist here main masterlist here

->SMUT WARNINGS: Rimming(Leeknow rec heheh), dom!Leeknow, Sub reader, dirty talk, praise, ball sucking, spit, hair pulling, humiliation kink, mention of Leeknows yummy pubes>:3, soft leeknow

You & Leeknow have never not experimented in the bedroom, pretty much all embarrassment is wayyy out the window despite doing the most humiliating things, you've humped his shoe, played with your clit at a restaurant table, right across from Leeknow & you've even been filmed by him as he overstimulates you to the point you're in your own planet & you pissed on the floor, just for him to send it to his members.

So when Leeknow asked if you could both try rimming, you were in no place to say no, after all, you've both watched porn together of rimming & pegging & you find it hot as fuck, you told him you will shower soon to get to it, but that's when he said he wanted it, you were of course surprised, given your dynamic, but you would be lying if you didn't burn up inside in the best possible way.

That's how you've ended up in the position you're in, the pair of you lying on the couch, him on his back & his legs open just enough so you can settle yourself between, your chests connected as you kiss him.

You're both already naked & you can feel his hard on pressing against your lower stomach & you have butterflies. The kiss is full of tongue, both of your lips shiny & his little bunny teeth clashing against yours every once in a while. His veiny hands are playing with your ass, his index finger dragging over your tightest hole every once in a while, loving the way you tense up each time he does so.

"I'll eat you here too hunny, you want that?" he questions in between kisses, the spit from the both of your lips forming a string that separates as he speaks.

You look down at him with doe eyes & you nod your head in a 'yes' basically instantly after the words leave his mouth & he chuckles at your action. "Someone's needy,hmm? Why not you get to it & I can see if it will be worth me giving you the same treatment" he purrs & you let out a quiet whine at his tiny threat but you listen to what he says anyway & you push your weight off him just enough as you slide down onto the floor, your frame putting just enough pressure on his already leaking cock that makes him hiss.

You rest on your knees in front of him & he looks back down at you, his eyes so dark it's making your cunt leak & you can barely even keep eye contact as your fingers reach to play with his reddened tip, grazing your nails over it, making his hips buck upwards.

"Cmon, get to it, don't make me bored." he wips at you & you whine at his degrading words, you know he doesn't actually feel this way at all but it still makes a tear or two swell in your eyes. "You seriously crying? You never stop doing that." he again speaks as his hand reaches down & takes yours & starts tugging on it, making you pick up the pace & you sit there, mute as you just look up at him with your glossy eyes, your bottom lip a bit pink from how much you've been chewing on it.

"I'm sorry" you mumble, your cheeks & ears bright red by now. You move your head forward & you let his full balls past your lips as you start suckling on them just the way he knows & loves & you keep playing with his cock the way he is guiding you, but you let your nails scratch against his trimmed pubes in just the right way & Lee Know lets out a satisfied hum.

"Feels nice, why don't you go that bit lower hmm? It won't eat itself jagi, want your tongue." his voice sounding completely unphased & it makes you want to please him ten times more.

You nod your head, a bit too embarrassed to give a verbal response & you let go of his dick, his lower, toned tummy coated in a few splatters of his precum.

Lee Know takes it upon himself to help you get better access by holding the back of his knees & he pulls them toward himself, his fluttering hole now on display, a slightly darker colour than his tip & you can't help but think it's cute.

"It's pretty, so cute" you mumble, your voice soft as you look up at him as you silently take a deep, silent breath as you let your fingers trail over his cleanly shaven hole, your eyes now glued to it, his thighs tensing in his hands.

"You're so dirty, you know that right? Gonna lick my ass? Make me cum? get to it." he nags at you, his voice deep as he lets go of his thigh, but he makes sure he keeps it there as he weaves his slender fingers into your hair & holding it with a slightly firm grip, making your eyebrows scrunch together & you let out an accidental whine at the small burn.

You listen to him & you pull your finger away from his rim & put it up to your lips before giving your finger a single lick & you whine at the extremely faint salty taste & the man above you groans at the sight.

"You're such a whore, you're so disgusting y'nnie, you enjoy this? aren't you embarrassed?" he asks, chuckling. "N-no, I want to please you, make you feel good." you respond, your voice soft.

The man above you smirks before he ushers your head to his hole & you don't have time to second think anything before you're sticking your tongue out, almost as if it's instinct & you lick a strip along his hole & he whines.

You lick around his rim sloppily, letting every droplet of spit fall onto his pucker the second it forms in your mouth, making the entire area soaking. "Like that, fuck, you're a sight for sore eyes" he groans as he helps you move your head by tugging on your hair, bobbing your head up & down & you swirl your tongue around his tight muscle & he has to try his absolute best to not jerk his hips, but then again, what is gonna stop him, you?

You're convinced you're leaking onto the floor at this point as you take in his words, too busy with your tongue to respond especially with the force of his hand pushing into himself into your spit leaking mouth & you're honestly flustered by the scene, he is still so dominant with you despite being in this position & your stomach does a flip.

Lee know keeps tugging on your hair, getting you impossibly deeper before pulling your head up & down, your tongue dragging along his heavy balls each time & the sounds that he is letting out is unlike anything you've ever heard.

"Gonna make me cum from eating me out hmm?" he questions, his voice sounding more brazy now & he you hear hi voice pause half way as he almost stutters, losing his composure the tiniest bit.

You cup his balls with one hand & you start to fondle with them, kneading them &, going as far to pinch on the sensitive thin skin just the way he likes & his groans go to a higher pitch each time & his hole clenches on your tongue & you whine at the sensation.

You realise his hole has relaxed enough & once you can feel this, you let your tongue break past the muscle & you tongue fuck him a few times before pulling back out to lick over it, not wanting to overdo it, but the cry he lets out proves you otherwise, a noise that you don't think has ever came from him & you start subconsciously grinding against the heel of your heel, wanting anything you can get.

"Do that again, n-now" he demands as he buries his eyes behind his forearm, his eyebrows furrowed & his bunny teeth chewing on his now reddened bottom lip.

You listen to him, of course & you wriggle your tongue just the right way again & tongue fuck him at a medium pace & his toes curl instantly as his stomach lurches forward slightly, his abs tensing as he has to actively stop his legs from shutting around your head, not that you would be against it.

His cock is jumping up from his stomach, his pubes completely drenched in his precum that has dripped down onto them, his tummy already soaked in the same liquid.

His hole is clenching around your tongue so tightly you think it's gonna be ripped off, but you keep going, your fingers on his balls also picking up the pace & your tongue does the same, the man you're suckling & fucking against spitting out 'fuck' & 'shit' non stop.

There's spit coating half of your entire face from where you've been licking up & down, there's so much of it you can barely taste his warm skin anymore.

As soon as you actually realise this however, His legs are closing around your head despite trying to keep them open & he starts grinding against your face even quicker.

"Cumming, cumming y/nnie" he cries as his cock spurts cum all up his chest in thick ropes, cumming without even have his cock touched which has only ever happened once before, being from your first ever make out session.

You feel his balls pulse in your hand as his legs shake around your head & he clenches so tightly you're forced to pull your tongue out of his rim & you lean back just enough to fully see his blushed face & take to gliding your finger over his hole to help him come down.

He sits in silence & you do too, his heavy breathing filling the room & you take a moment to admire him, his hair stuck to his face & his blushed cheeks & he moves his arm out of his face to look down at you before he reaches out to help you sit on his lap before kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue & he groans into your mouth.

"You're so perfect for me, so good" he purrs, brushing your soaked with spit hair out of your face before grabbing his t-shirt from the side of him & wiping your drool off your face, kissing you all over in between.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

some form of smut to do with slash and his fucking GIANT thighs and femreaders obssession with said thighs 🎀

A/n: I definitely did not take this seriously but I do agree that his thighs are gorgeous, all of him is perfect

Warnings: smut, use of toys, overstimulation, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Slash was on the couch watching TV. Kind of, he wasn't really paying attention and just kind of staring at the screen, his mind wandering off somewhere else.

You tried to get his attention but he didn't hear you. It wasn't that important so you came over and laid across the couch, resting your head in his lap. Finally he noticed you.

He looked down at you, a small smirk pulling at his lips. "Comfortable?" You nodded and nuzzled into him. He let out a heavy breath and started playing with your hair as he stared at the TV, occasionally scratching your scalp.

You quickly drifted off and it became something of a routine, if Slash was sitting somewhere you'd come over and rest your head in his lap.

It became much more frequent and he didn't seem to notice anything, you didn't either until your found yourself looking for reasons to do it, and eventually you stopped even trying to justify it.

When you'd go shopping you'd look for pants that would hug his thighs and present them to him exactly like that. "But they'd look so good on you!" You'd whine, holding them up to him.

He'd just laugh and wave you off. "I'm not showing off my ass on stage."

"Who said anything about a stage?" He turned to you with a raised brow.

That night when you crawled into bed you could feel his eyes staring daggers into you.

"Sweetheart," he finally said, "I think we need to talk about something." Your brows furrowed as you tried to think of what it could be. "Be honest with me, do you have some kind of thigh kink or something?"

The question definitely caught you off guard, although it probably shouldn't have, you'd been pretty obvious about. "It's not a kink, per se..." You mumbled. "Just a, um... a fascination." You looked to him with your lips pressed tightly together in a line.

Slash stared back at you. "Sweetheart," he started, "you could've just said something."

"I thought I was pretty clear with what I wanted." He chewed his cheek.

"Well, I'm not stopping you." You looked up at him, he wasn't looking at you, already pulling out his phone.

You bit your lip, you couldn't really play out this fantasy, could you? Although, he was letting you... Fuck it, you needed this so bad.

You moved down the bed, tugging at his jeans. Once they were off you started kissing him, his stomach and lower abdomen before giving in and kissing his thighs. They were big, muscular and so plush, you couldn't help but nip at them, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, his breath hitched every time you did.

His hand went to your head, mindlessly playing with your hair as he normally would. You whined softly but couldn't bother right now, not when you finally had what you'd wanted.

You stroked his cock a few times before taking him in your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat. You loved the weight of him on your tongue, prominent veins pulsing against your strong muscle.

You began bobbing your head on his length, hands still worshipping his thighs, lightly grazing his inner thighs just to hear a moan leave him, even if it was soft and airy.

His hand stayed in your hair, tugging on it, twirling it. Still he didn't look at you, and you were starting to get annoyed by it. You had to do something to get him to look at you, you just weren't sure what.

You pulled off of him with a pop and went back to kissing his thighs while you jerked him off. You whined softly, resting you cheek on his thigh. "What are you looking at?"

He turned his phone to you. "Instagram."

You chewed your cheek. "Why aren't you looking at me?"

"Why would I look at you?" He asked with a curious look. "This is your thing, I didn't ask you to do this, if you want to do this fine I'll let you do it but I'm on my phone."

You huffed and grudgingly went back to kissing his thighs. "I wanted your thighs around my head." You muttered, he laughed.

"You're not getting that." Your eyes darted to him.

"Why not?" He didn't give you an answer and kept scrolling on his phone. You chewed your cheek, you knew you'd get what you wanted.

You got off the bed and Slash watched as you went to the dresser. "What are you doing."

"Look at your phone." You grumbled as you dug through a drawer, pulling out a small box.

"Hey, that's only for when I'm on tour."

"HeY, tHaT's OnLy FoR wHeN i'M oN tOuR." You mocked and flipped him off. You pulled out a massage wand and came back to slash, setting yourself up between his legs once more. "Go on, stare at your phone." You waved a hand in his face. He let out a heavy sigh and went back to his phone. You smiled to yourself. "Obedient, aren't you?" He dropped his phone and stared down at you, his lips in a flat line.

You ignored his look of disappointment and continued kissing him, paying special attention to the more sensitive areas. You set the wand to a low setting and moved it up his length, immediately drawing moans from him.

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry." He mumbled. You looked up at him from your place between his legs, still kissing his plump thighs. You turned the toy up a setting, now at a two, the highest being 5. He moaned louder as you held it at his tip. "Stop-stop it." He grunted.

"If you wanted to stop you'd say the word." You remarked, watching with great amusement as pre dripped from his slit. "But you won't, will you?" You asked, looking up at him.

He bit his lip and let his head fall back. "Fuck." He sighed. You smiled and turned the wand up to a five without a warning. Slash jumped and tried to push it away. "You can't do that!" He protested.

You swatted his hand away. "Don't make me get the cuffs!" You retorted, aiming the still vibrating toy at him.

He huffed, hands clenching and unclenching as you returned the wand to his leaky dick. You never stopped licking, kissing and nipping at his thighs but you did watch as he came undone just from the toy, the sounds he made as he came onto his stomach and chest. You didn't pull it away.

"Stop-stop it, please." He mustered, now getting overstimulated from the vibrator. “Turn it down, please, turn it down.” He whined, gripping the sheets tightly in his hands, his heels digging into the mattress. “Fuck, I can’t.” He grunted.

“Yes you can.” You mused. “You know what I want, I’m just helping you give it to me.” You kept the toy pressed to him, trailing it up and down him until you saw him pulsing again, strings of cum spurting from him again and hitting his chest. Still you didn’t stop.

He covered his face with his arms, whining as you kept the toy on him. His cum was spilling out of him, dripping down his length and pooling on the sheets below. You couldn’t stop smiling. “Mommy, please…” he whined.

“One more time~” You said with a smile. You moved the wand to his thigh and he jumped at the feeling. His thighs were just as sensitive as the rest of him, twitching as he came for the nth time.

You lapped at the cum dripping down him and he whined louder. “Fuck, m’sorry.” He whined. “M’sorry, m’so sorry.” He grunted. His legs twitched and soon clamped around your head as he came again.

Perfect.

[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) :

[shadesslut]

omg you wrote brotherly love so good tysm for taking my request!

what abt part.2 where they all gather at y/n's apartment the next month for a movie night. (y/n is kind of forced to stay friends with richie because he is in the same friendgroup as her and he can be nice sometimes to HER)

y/n is seated between ethan and richie, the older one tries to makes moves on her, talks to her abt the movie and brags abt his life she is not really responsive.

ethan notices and decides to touch her under the blanket they have, and she tries hard to make it seem like everything is okay while talking to richie.

in the end ethan could look at richie, licking his finger to let him know he just fingered his older brother crush.

Help I loved this

brotherly love, pt 2

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, Voyeurism)

Summary: Ethan has fun with Y/N while pissing off his brother.

(a/n: help im bad at making summaries)

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Ever since the night of Richie’s party, Ethan hadn’t heard a peep from him. No threats, no nagging, nothing. He thanks Y/N for that. They’ve been together for a few weeks now; devastating to Richie. Ethan was the happiest he had ever been. He was with a beautiful girl, and his brother stopped tormenting him. Sometimes even Ethan teased Richie.

Ethan was sitting next to Y/N on her couch in her apartment, with the rest of her friends; including Richie. Despite being a complete ass, Y/N still invited Richie to their hangouts, being the sweet and naive person she was.

Ethan, was not that.

On the other side of Y/N, Richie sat comfortably next to her, mindlessly whispering things to her about the movie they were watching. The room was dark, with the exception of the soft glow from the TV that played some 80’s horror movie. Richie had been keeping Y/N’s attention the entire time, and Ethan was sick of it. 

Thankful, for the blanket that covered him and Y/N, his brain sparked an idea. 

“This part they used chewed up bubblegum for the guts,” Richie whispered to Y/N, keeping his eyes on the screen. Y/N nodded, not paying attention to his words. She felt Ethan’s hand shift towards her under the blanket, so she reached over and held his hand.

Ethan huffed at her action, taking his hand out of hers, he grazed his hand to her bare leg. She glanced at him and looked back at the TV, nodding once again at something Richie commented. Ethan scooted himself closer as he smiled to himself. He creeped his hand closer to her inner thigh, but was stopped by her hand. He looked at her face, where she gave him a warning with her eyes. She flung his hand away and turned her attention back towards the movie.

Ethan’s eyes darkened, and he grabbed her thigh harshly. She almost let out a gasp at him, jerking her head towards him. Before she could say anything, he leaned over to her ear.

“Fucking stop me again, and I won’t let you touch me for weeks.” 

She gulped as his hot breath hit her neck and slowly nodded at him. 

Ethan regained his position, while Richie whispered to her, again. Ethan slid his fingers in the waistband of her pajama shorts. She hitched her breath at the touch of his cold fingers. He lowered his fingers, and he reached under her pair of lacy panties. She leaned her head back on the sofa cushion as he inched closer and closer to her clit.

Richie was saying something, but everything was incoherent to her, everything but Ethan’s soft whispers. 

“You going to be a good girl for me?”

“You’re so wet already, is it because of my voice?”

“Fuck, I can smell you.” 

It was driving her insane. She wanted to rip all of his clothes off and suck him off right then and there. Ethan’s fingers played with her folds, going from fingering to rubbing around her sensitive clit. She could feel herself getting closer, slowly reaching the edge step by step. She felt Ethan curl his fingers inside of her and accidentally let out a soft whine.

Richie turned his head towards her. “You okay?” he asked with concern, lacing his tone. 

She swiftly nodded and avoided eye contact from him. “Yup.”

He nodded, but didn’t believe her. Ethan was pumping his fingers in and out faster now; trying to get her to moan. He wanted Richie to know what he was doing, that his baby brother was knuckles deep inside the girl he wanted. Y/N tightly closed her eyes, and she roughly grabbed Ethan’s arm, squeezing harshly. She slightly bucked her hips up as he moved faster, making her reach her high. She bit onto his shoulder as she came around his fingers. Ethan looked at her with satisfaction spread across his face. He wiped her hair back before whispering, “That’s my fucking girl,”

She panted as he took his fingers out of her pants, and he looked at Richie, who was already staring at him with a jealous expression.

Ethan smiled at him, and licked his fingers.

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

“I don’t like it.” you muse, scrunching your nose as you uneasily stroke it with your fingertips. HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN catches you around the wrist, gently leading your hand away from his mustache.

“Well, lucky for you, it’s almost gone.” he assures, stroking your skin with his thumb. He’d been working on his latest project which required that he not shave, and it was jarring to say the least. You still haven’t gotten used to the look of it on your usually clean-shaven partner. It’s not that it offends you, or disgusts you in the slightest, merely unnatural. The film is close to completion, which means it won’t be here for much longer. You tilt your head at it, and when he leans in for a kiss you turn your cheek. He idles, and scoffs. Understandably taken aback. “Really? Still?”

“I don’t like the feeling of it on my upper lip.” you insist, and with a sigh he plants the peck on your upper cheek. Those soft and plump lips make you yearn a bit, clutching a little tighter onto the front of his coat. The familiar feeling of your cling signals him to linger, letting his breath wash over you as he places another, an arm winding around your torso to press your body to his. This kiss is sweeter, longer, deliberate.

It breaks, but his lips brush your skin. “I miss kissing you.” he says softly, an edge of defeat to it. The ends of the firmer hairs graze you as he speaks. He knows you have a sensory issue, and you’ve complained about a rug-burn-like sensation stinging your sensitive skin inexperienced in dealing with facial hair scraping against it carelessly. Tentatively, you face him, meeting his hooded gaze.

Peering up at him like this, seeing as he towers over you, you chew your lower lip while you deliberate over whether or not you should ask this. “You could… keep kissing me.” you suggest, and when he accepts the request he leans forward again. You’re quick to interrupt him, “I mean- somewhere else.”

Having successfully lured him into bed with you, you’re quick to shove his head between your legs, tangling your fingers in his darkened hair as you lift your hips. Eager lips latch onto your folds to scoop his tongue through your slit, tracing your lines with spit before dipping in. Your grateful hole loosens for his entry, his experienced tongue sinking in to devour all you have to offer.

Your hand slides to the back of his head, pushing it down to grind on it. Wet pussy ruts on his face, and the new sensation of hair scrapes against the sensitive tissue every so often. It feels… good in a way. It’s foreign, but you chase it anyways.

“Tastes so fucking good, baby.” he groans, his low voice reverberating through you, “You like humping my face?” You let out a whimper, tensing from his dirty talk which in turn draws him closer. Not that he cares about suffocating, in fact he’s enthusiastic about using his breathing holes to get you off. He moans as his lips enclose around your clit, massaging it between the velvety skin with a light suck. Facial hair grazes your vulva with a pleasant scrape, and the rock in your hips intensifies. Encouraging you, he hums excited “mhm”s, letting you twist your fingers into his hair at a near painful degree just to follow your orgasm. He parts his lips, the warm wetness of it imbibing as much of your tissue as it’ll allow, and his tongue flicks your clit around. Tremors pass through your body, nearing its limit as he peers at you from over your writhing form. He digs his face in, shaking it to swipe the flat of his tongue side-to-side against your bud, and you cry out. His mustache scratches your mound, but you don’t care, riding his mouth until you finish, soaking that facial hair with your cream.

“See?” His tongue rolls between his lips, tasting you with a proud smile. “S’not so bad.”

[jeonqkooks]

First of all - I love obs so fcking much 🥹 Your writing is truly just.. chefs kiss!!

But I would really like to see how they handled their first big argument/fight (if they had one ofc), after they started dating

our beloved summer; a drabble

You fucked up.

You know it. Jungkook knows it. Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok know it.

You fucked up.

You were scared, and so naturally, that made you stupid.

Now here you stand, in front of his door, wondering whether you should knock or leave. Patch things up or make things worse. You don’t know if this is one of those times where you should let him cool off and everything will be okay again in the morning, or if it’ll blow up if you let him simmer for too long.

You’ve been dating for almost a year, and not once has your boyfriend looked so dejected.

Hurt.

Because of what you said, and in front of all your friends, no less. 

It’s not like you and Jungkook have never fought before, because god knows you have. But it’s different this time. What you said was clearly out of line. The words didn’t feel right even as they were sitting on the tip of your tongue, but they jumped out anyway.

The whole group was supposed to spend a cute night together at Taehyung and Jimin’s place, eating cheap pizza and drinking even cheaper liquor. For the most part, it was a nice evening, until Hoseok asked what everybody was doing for Christmas.

You were already chewing on your lip when Jungkook mentioned that he'd be going back to Busan to see his family, because you had a good feeling of what he was teeing up to. By the time he asked if you would come with him to spend the holidays there, your stomach was in knots.

In response, you attempted a joke. A royally disastrous joke.

Because that's what you do. You hide behind nonchalance when big feelings are involved. It’s so easy to fall back into bad habits.

"Are you sure you want to introduce your parents to a girl who might not even be here for that much longer?"

Thinking back, you don't even know what you wanted the punchline to be. You meant it as a dig at yourself, but it didn't quite land that way. The way the guys went completely still, told you that nobody found it funny.

Your friends all stared at you - a question mark etched onto all three faces - then at Jungkook to gauge his reaction.

He blinked, and the hopeful smile from seconds before faltered. "Why is that supposed to mean?”

"I'm just saying, who knows what'll happen.” You shrugged. “There's a very real possibility that I might not spend the next Christmas with you. Hell, we might even break up tomorro-..." you trailed off when you caught Taehyung's eye, who subtly shook his head for you to stop before you could dig an even deeper hole for yourself.

The silence that embraced the room was chilling. Nobody said a word after that, because it was obviously not Taehyung, Jimin, or Hoseok’s place to comment. You watched as your boyfriend’s face fell, as he made himself small, and when you tried to reach for his hand, he stood up. Your fingers grazed his shirt before he slipped away entirely.

“That’s not what I mea-”

“‘Kay.” The single word was directed at you even though Jungkook’s body was facing the guys. "Sorry, uhm..." he said, turning toward the door despite you calling out his name. "I think I'm just gonna head home early."

Then he left, without even looking at you.

You touch the textured surface of his door, still not sure what you should say if you do decide to knock. Jungkook has been nothing but patient with you all this time, and you’ve been nothing but a coward. What you said tonight... You might as well have flat out told him that you didn't believe in this relationship.

You move away from the door to pace around for the millionth time in the past hour, but you jump when the barrier cracks open, revealing a tired-looking Jungkook on the other side.

“Don’t just stand there anymore,” he says, already retreating back into his home without looking at you. “It’s cold.”

You follow him inside, and close the door quietly behind you. “How did you know I was out there?”

“I could hear you pacing,” he says. For a brief moment, you’re flushed with embarrassment for thinking that you were so stealthy when in fact, he was listening to you the entire time. “And the guys texted asking if you got here okay. Why didn’t you let Tae walk you? It’s late.”

I can take care of myself, you think, but you bite back your default response. Instead, you tell him, “Okay. I won’t do that again.”

“Next time, let them walk with you.”

When Jungkook goes to sit down on the couch, you do the same. But something unfamiliar is there - an invisible wall that is the space between his end of the couch and yours. You don’t dare cross it, not with the way he refuses to turn his head in your direction.

It feels a lot like being shut out, and there isn’t a single part of you that enjoys it. He’s never distant when it’s only the two of you.

Is this how he feels whenever he’s with you? Every time he says I love you and you swerve the sentiment with a much milder and non-committal response, does his heart sink? Even though you love him, and you kiss him like you mean it, does he still feel cold right down to his bones?

It’s not a question of if you love him, but a question of if you’ll say it.

“Why can’t you walk with me next time?” you ask.

He shrugs. “I’m just saying.”

”Are we fighting?” The question comes out with a chuckle in an attempt to brush off the tension, even though this is no laughing matter. 

“I don’t know.” He mutters, more deflated than you expected him to be. “What are we fighting about?”

"I'm sorry," you say, because you don't know how else to start, but you mean it. "I'm really sorry."

“Okay.”

You bite your lip, then fumble with your fingers in your lap, twitching with the urge to reach out and touch him. He’s right there but he’s not here. His head is somewhere else, somewhere far away from you. “I didn’t mean it like that. You of all people should know that.”

Jungkook lets you sit in silence for a short while. Two minutes stretch out like two hundred days, excruciatingly endless, and you’re just stuck in the middle of it with no way out. There’s a thought that pops up in the back of your mind, a thought that makes your stomach roll with anxiety.

Is this a countdown?

He finally sighs, the exhale of a deep breath that somehow makes him feel even heavier.

"I know. I do know that. I know you love me too even if you don’t say it in those exact words. But that’s what it sounded like tonight. Sometimes I feel like all you think about is leaving when all I think about is a future with you.”

It turns you inside out, that look on his face. His eyes twinkle sadly, and you feel like shit for being the reason why he looks so dejected.

“I don’t want to say that you’re breaking my heart, because that would mean admitting I love you enough to let you keep doing it.”

Then he breathes in, like he’s bracing himself.

“But I do.”

Even the silence between his words is poignant.

“And you are.”

You don’t know what to say. You’re not good at this.

You’re not sure how Jungkook interprets your stillness, your lack of a verbal response, but he sighs again, quieter this time. Just as you open your mouth - not to speak because you’re still hunting for the right words - he stands up.

Actually, you know what the right words are.

“You know what, we can talk about this in the morning. I’m tired. Let’s just… sleep on it. Take my bed. I’ll take the couch,” he says, then he seems to realize something, like he could read your mind. “But if you want to leave, I won’t force you to stay.”

It means so much more than just that. He knows you understand it.

A way out.

But all it does is make you panic.

When he moves past you, you catch his wrist. “No,” you tell him, “let’s talk about it now.” You don’t know what expression you’re wearing, but it dilutes his anger, softens his hurt.

He looks at you, resigned, but he sits back down. This time, he sits right next to you and that makes you feel better, just by a fraction.

It’s always Jungkook who holds a hand out for you, waiting and wanting but never pushing. When the world is cold and you close in on yourself little by little, he’s always there by your side. You don’t want to admit that you’ve started taking him for granted somewhere along the way, but maybe you have. You get used to hearing those three words but not saying them back.

Thinking that he’ll continue to show up and be here and you won’t have to commit to anything. Thinking that if you don’t seal your fate, then it won’t hurt if it ends.

When it ends.

“I’m sorry,” you repeat. It makes you feel stupid that you're just echoing this for a third time. “I didn’t mean it like that. I want to spend Christmas with you and your parents.”

“You don’t have to do it just because you think I’m upset.”

“I want to spend Christmas with your family, I promise.”

It’s weak, and you hate how you’re all too aware of just how weak of a reassurance it is.

He pokes a tongue into his cheek, eyes still sad, features still gloomy. “It’s okay, you know,” he says. “It’s okay if you want to leave. I’m not going to hold it against you.”

How do you make him understand that you don’t want to leave? That leaving him couldn’t be the furthest thing from your mind?

This isn’t playful banter. This isn’t a silly argument where one of you is shooting daggers from your eyes because the other pissed you off over something stupid and trivial. This is real, and you can’t weasel your way out of this one with finger guns and empty bravado.

As terrifying as it is to tell him those three words, to solidify how you feel, it’s nothing compared to losing him. The mere thought makes your stomach hurt, makes you want to drop to your knees.

You’re frustrated, because they’re sitting right there on the tip of your tongue but they’re stubborn and you’re afraid.

Suddenly, you crawl into his lap like a child and cling to his warmth koala-style, with your face hidden in the crook of his neck. He’s hesitant at first, a tiny bit startled, but then his hands are on your waist, your hips, drawing soothing patterns into your skin over your clothes. Now it feels like you’re the one who needs to be comforted.

You hug him close to your body like you could die if he were to let you go.

You run the words over in your head three times, because once they’re out there, you can’t ever take them back. They’ll be his to keep, for as long as he wants them. Isn’t it scary to think that your heart could belong to someone else, forever?

But he loves you and he tells you just as much. And you love him too. The only difference is you’re a coward.

It’s always the scariest right before you take the leap, right?

His gentle fingers are still soothing you. It feels nice.

Okay, here goes nothing.

For someone who’s highly uninterested in drama, you sure are dramatic.

“I love you.”

The very second you say those words, Jungkook goes still, his hands stopping their ministrations like you’ve frozen him completely. The one thing that isn’t motionless is his heart, hammering against his ribcage which you can feel where your chests are practically pressed together.

You swallow hard, then pull back slowly to gauge his reaction. His eyes well up, and you could probably make fun of him for it if you yourself weren’t on the verge of tears too. Crybaby, that’s what you’d tell him.

“Please mean it,” he says.

“You know I wouldn’t say it unless I mean it, and I mean it. I love you. You know I do.”

He looks at you for a few seconds longer to see if this is real, or if you’re just trying to appease him. There’s no trace of the latter.

He kisses you then, his tears spilling over and now you’re both crying as he picks you up with your body still wrapped around his and carries you blindly to where his bedroom is, clumsily knocking against some furniture on the way. He’s still emotional - in a good way, of course - as he lays you on his bed, as he helps you take off your clothes, as he fucks you nice and slow, like you’re the only thing he worships. When you come undone, you look him in the eye but tonight is the first time that he unravels with your soft voice whispering to him what he’s always dreamed of. 

I love you. A third time. 

The more you say it, the more you love him, and the more you want to keep saying it.

No, the fall isn’t scary. Not when he’s there to catch you in the end. You don’t know how much time you’ve wasted trying to convince yourself otherwise.

Even when you both gravitate toward each other’s warmth under the covers, you don’t tell him goodnight. You tell him you love him.

“Can you say it again in the morning?” he asks.

You kiss him like it’s a promise you intend to keep, because it is. 

“I will.”

[lotus-n-l0ve]

𝐈 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬

— James Lee x Female Reader

SYNOPSIS : When James Lee's girlfriend feels a little neglected.

WARNINGS : Kissing, neck kisses, making out, don't you dare press 'read more' and then report the fic. Please. I'm begging (⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠-̩̩̩⁠)

NOTE FROM LOTUS : I was gonna make this a Samuel fic and then changed it to Jake, then Daniel and then finally settled on James Lee. This might be ooc for James but......I just don't give a fuck. Anyways the fic is under the cut. The divider is from here.

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 // 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Your eyes opened with the chirping of the morning birds. You blinked your eyes to adjust to morning brightness. As your vision cleared, it fell on the pink beauty asleep on the other side of the bed. Your lips curl up into a smile. Seeing him in the morning was pretty hard these days.

You lift your hand, running your fingers on his face and feeling the softness. Despite being the legend of the first generation, he somehow has managed to keep himself scar free.

You threw off the comforter and climbed up over him, straddling his waist, the cold breeze of AC hitting you instantly. The loose pink shirt of James you had on, barely helping. Your hands grazed over his toned chest as you started placing kisses down his throat. His skin felt cold against your hot tongue.

"What are you doing first thing in the morning?" DG or rather James mumbled, still half-asleep.

You sit up straight, leaving his neck glistening with your saliva. James stared at you with a soft smile on his face, not the swooning one he shows his fans or the menacing one he gives his enemies. A smile only reserved for you.

"I missed you James. You are barely home these days." You spoke softly, an invisible pout evident on your lips.

James, a name no one calls him anymore, not even Charles Choi who knows everything. Now he is DG, the infamous K-pop idol.

"Seems like I neglected my baby, hmm?" James said as buried his hands under the soft cushiony pillow.

"Sometimes I wonder whether I'm your girlfriend or that boy, Daniel Park." You leaned in, chest pressed against, "Tell me, are you cheating on me, Mr. James Lee?"

James gave you a look, "Maybe."

"Oh! come on James." You whined and buried your head in the crook of his neck.

His chest vibrated as the room filled up with laughter. Strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close. Few minutes later you found yourself sitting on the kitchen island watching your devilishly handsome cook breakfast for you.

Who could have thought the legend himself, James Lee would be cooking in the kitchen instead of taking over the world. James had thrown on a pair of black sweatpants. His back muscles flexed whenever he moved. Your eyes ranked over his back and all the events of last night flashed in your head.

James plated the food and brought it up to you, placing it beside you on the island. He grabbed your knees and parted them before settling himself between your thighs. You silently wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

James picked up a strawberry from the pancake and held it before your lips, "Looks like my baby is still mad as she has not talked to me once. So what can I do to amend my mistake?"

You bit the strawberry and spoke between chewing, "I don't know. If I tell you everything, then what will you do?"

James threw the rest of the strawberry in his mouth and picked up a moresel of pancake with the fork. It was dripping with honey, just the way you liked. He touched it on your lips. You held his eye contact as you took the pancake in your mouth, licking the fork in the process.

Honey dripped from your lips, over the chin and then down your throat. James followed the glistening path. The fork dropped on the floor as James placed his tongue flat on the base of your neck. His tongue glided up, licking off all the sweetness of the honey.

Your eyes closed and you leaned your head to the side, giving him more space. Your legs threatened to close around his waist and fingers intertwined with his pink locks. James licked the corner of your lips before taking them in his.

His one hand slid up to the back of your neck, thumb caressing over it. Your lips dance in sync. James squeezed your neck, making you gasp. He took the chance and entered his tongue in your mouth. It glided over every corner of your mouth.

You broke the kiss when you left out of breath. James buried his head into your neck, his nose gazing on your neck, and pulled you in a hug and you followed his lead.

His muffled voice broke the silence, "How about I take you to Kyoto. You can visit that Ninomaru-Goten Palace you were talking about. Just you, and I."

"And no Daniel?" You tried to suppress the laugh.

James held you firmer, "Just you, and I. No one else."

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

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[auorafics]

Gym Buddies (M)

Warnings: Contains mature content. Readers' discretion advised.

Pairings: Changbin x y/n, thick dick!Changbin, gym buddies to lovers, unprotected sex, piv sex, gym sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 1.2K

“That's it y/n. Just one more rep”, said Changbin as he helped you off the bench. He recently started teaching you how to bench weights. You were always into working out. And it was at this very gym that you met him. You were at the gym around midnight that night, an unlikely hour for working out, but that's what you liked. No one to disturb you. Peace and calm after a long day as you work on yourself, that's what you craved. You were listening to your usual gym playlist when he approached you for the first time. You had seen him around, in the gym and in your apartment building. He introduced himself to you and you started off as gym buddies, helping each other with exercise routines. Then you started hanging out as friends. 

But everytime you were at the gym, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. He was sculpted. His muscles bulging, sweat dripping, his bulking frame lifting weights. That was all you could think of. You could say you had a crush on him, that was growing every time you were together. It became stronger as he started training you in benching weights. His hot breath fanning your neck as he helped you position your arms properly, His fingers brushing over you, holding your fists around the weight. His sides caressing your legs as he moved from one side to another. All of these were blurring your mind. All you could think about was him. 

“Okay, rest up now. Let’s do your last rep after a break”, he said, picking up a foam roller. You knew where this was going. He had already done his hamstrings. Now he was about to do his quads. Oh how hot he looks when he does quads. You envision yourself under him every time. You look at him as he moves his hips on the roller, thrusting into the air. If you weren’t hot from the exercise before, you definitely are now. You feel your slick pooling up in your panties. You keep ogling at him with your mouth wide open. He is facing away from you so you thought he didn’t catch you. But you aren’t aware that he is watching all of this from the reflection of the mirror in front of you two.

You snap your head in another direction as he gets up. He puts away the foam roller and walks towards you. “On the bench, right now!”, he commands. You comply, unsuspectingly of his intentions. You position your arms to hold the weights he was supposed to give you, but he holds both of your wrists with one of his and pins them above your head. “ You think I didn't see you staring at me huh? You looked so desperate you know baby?”, he asked, looking right into your eyes. “Uhh..Binnie, I..I w..was”, you stutter. “Shhh baby!. Don’t even try to deny it. I caught you looking at me many times. Do you think I'm hot? You like it when I lift weights and flex my muscles?”. You just nod, not trusting your words. “Words baby, I need words. I need you to tell me what I do to you…and what you want me to do to you right now”, he whispered, ending with a graze on your earlobe. “Fuck!  You are so hot Binnie. I love how your muscles look when you lift weights and do push-ups. I especially love it when you do your quads. I always imagine myself under you. You make me so wet. I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me. Right here on this bench”, you reply all in one breath. He let out a deep chuckle. And the next instant, his lips are on yours, capturing you into a heated kiss. 

You could taste his sweat on your tongue, but you are way too past into pleasure to think about it. His lips were soft and kissable. You both chewed on each other’s lips. You felt his tongue prodding at your mouth, eager to enter. You let him in. His tongue immediately started exploring your mouth. You pulled him onto you by his hair, deepening the kiss, if that was even possible. You broke this kiss to take a breath. He immediately went to attack your neck with kisses. Then he rose up and removed his tank. Your eyes blew wide open at the sight. You had seen his bare back before but this view was on another whole level. His pecs looked sturdy and smooth. His abs were starting to form on his abdomen. His biceps were shining from the gym lighting. His whole body glistened with a thin sheet of sweat. He looked heaven sent. “Changbin…”, you trailed off. “Yes baby?”.”You look so good. Wow….just wow!”. That’s all you could manage to say, before he kissed you again.

He slowly ran his arms under your tank top, pushing it up in the process. You lifted up, letting him take it off you. Then he moved to remove your shorts too. You pulled his shorts and boxers down, freeing his hard cock. It was of an average height, but the girth! “Oh my god! Binnie do you think it will fit?”, you asked him. He chuckled in return.”Guess we’ll have to see”, he said, pushing your panties to the side. He used his middle finger to draw up a line from your slit up to your clit, and back. “Oh baby, you are so wet. I think you will take me easily”, he said, playing with your clit with his thumb. He held his shaft with the other hand and rubbed its angry cock head against your dripping pussy. 

He slowly started to push in, inch by inch. His cock was hard to let in. It was very girthy and huge. But you somehow managed to fully sheath him. He looked deep into your eyes, full of love. “Are you ok baby? Can you handle it?”, he asked, concerned. You nodded a yes and started moving against his hip. He took that as an ok and started moving at a slow, controlled pace. But that self-control flew out the window as soon as you started moaning his name while your pussy clenched around his member. But that wasn’t enough for you. You wanted more. You wanted him to be rougher with you. “Binnie, faster pleaseeee!!”, you half moaned, half whined. He increased his pace and started to pound into you. “Moan my name baby. Say it! Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good”, he groaned in between thrusts.

Changbin repositions you, pulling you onto his thighs, hooking your knees on his shoulders. He soon finds your sweet spot in this position. Now all his thrusts were angled to hit it. You could feel yourself inching towards your orgasm. “Bin..Bin..Binnie.., I'm close”, you whine. “Come for me baby. Whenever you want”. He pounds into you even faster. In a few thrusts, you are cumming hard on and around his cock. He pulls out after you ride out your high, and empties his load on your stomach.

He slowly pulls back and lets you rest on the bench while he goes around to find a rag to clean you up. You confess to Changbin about your crush on him. “I like you too y/n. I would like to take you out on a date and take our friendship a step further, you know”, he confesses.

P.S: You both end up going on a date on the weekend.

P.S 2: This is an early post guys. From now on, I'll be posting on every Saturday at 12 AM IST (UTC +5:30)

[sanjisblackasswife]

Imagine Sleeping with Luffy (NSFW)

Bad Summary: He Likes to touch you while you’re sleeping.

Black Fem Reader in Mind

WC: 1.1k

CW: Gropping, Humping, 1 Pussy Slap, He uses His DF Power, Fingering, Oral, Cumming while sleep(?) is that even a thing, Somno, not proof read.

You were aware that Luffy could be a little chaotic when you both decided to sleep together, but maybe it was something in the air because your wild captain seemed to get more bolder with his touches.

Every night when he crawls into your bed, wrapping his cold limbs behind you, it startles you for a second, but you could recognize your captain’s scent anywhere.

It only started because he kept sleep walking into your room after a huge meal. You finally confronted him about it and he just insisted to sleep with you every once in a while and you quickly agreed.

And why not he’s your captain. It’s Luffy, you thought. He could do no wrong.

This is how you gotten into the situation you’re in now; Luffy three fingers deep inside your cunt dry humping your thighs and panting in your ear.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…fuck…” Each thrust was a heavier breath brushing your now damped neck from the drool he produced on you, he was so close to making a mess between your thick thighs, his fingers began to slip on and off your clit as he rubbed messy circles on it. Clearly you had to have been awake?

But alas you weren’t, you were sound asleep in whatever deep dream you were having completely deaf to the sexual noises Luffy was giving you. however it wasn’t like you didn’t know. You gave him permission.

This wasn’t a first occurrence with Luffy he’s been inching his fingers inside your panties and bra for days now, you talk to him about why he keeps doing that, he didn’t understand why either the most you got out of him was, “I just like how you feel, Y/N.” he was afraid you were mad, but of course you wasn’t. You’re his loyal crew mate that wanted to give your Captain a nice stress relief.

The first night was a surprise, you woke to him kitten licking your clothed clit, the other night he used your hand to Jack off, but now he wanted the real thing, he wanted to feel your pussy squeeze down on him, whether it was his tongue, fingers, or Dick he didn’t care he wanted to feel all of you.

“I want to fuck you, y/n…wake up.” His Voice rasped, he licked and sucked your neck grinding in a fluid motion behind you moaning at his tip just barely grazing your soaked entrance now. You were so wet each finger pump made the most pornographic squelch noise that just deepened Luffy’s lust. He took his fingers out your cunt to fondle your nipples, he always wanted to play with them, more importantly he wanted to suck on them as he shoved his cock inside you.

His patience has worn thin, he sat up pulling his wet cock from your thighs and put you on your back, he snapped and lightly tapped your cheeks, but you were out like a light. Luffy Huffed chewing his lower lip and spread your legs opened anyways.

“Y/N….” His Voice getting louder swishing his 3 fingers on your clit vigorously, your leg twitched a little, a few small moans, but you still didn’t wake up. “Are you Fake sleeping?”

No response.

He grumbles, his cock was hot, hard, and blushing needing to fill something up and that something happened to be sleep, your shirt and panties now long gone. Luffy pushes back his damped hair for a moment and an idea pops up, “Oh! She woke up last time I did it!”

He sits on his knees holding and keeping your thighs spread and trace circles with his tongue on your clit, you did a hum, furrrowing your brows. Okay. Progress. Luffy licked his lips before using his gum gum to shrink, stretch, and wrap around the sensitive button. His eyes closed to absorb more of your flavor sucking so harshly his cheeks shallowed.

He kept sucking until his hands and face were mushed by your thighs, you began to grind yourself on his mouth moaning in your sleep, it wasn’t long until you calmed down and tried to roll over, but Luffy got fed up and firmly smacked your pussy.

“Uh—mmm! Lu—?!”

Your back arched off the bed feeling the new overwhelming sensation of Luffy’s tongue. He looked up at you with a smile in his eyes, before popping off your cunt, “FINALLY! I can’t sleep.”

His mouth covered in your slick, you can smell your pussy on breath since he got so close to your face your noses were touching, “Can I go inside you?”

Panting, and still somewhat dazed you look to see your clock, it’s just barely 2am, but Luffy didn’t care, he grabbed your chin to look back at his lowered lids, he pushed you back down, cock now grazing your slit with each movement making you moan. You didn’t break eye contact at his dark eyes , his thumb rubbing your lower lip to gently as he says above you,

“Y/N….”

“Déjame follarte.”

“Let me fuck you.”