#mm yes delicious

[sharonisthebettercarter]

I've watched but a scant few episodes of The Boys and I'm starting to suspect Billy is the kind of guy that thinks maternity leave is optional, at least where's his own is concerned. He'll be nearly full term and still like, "Some fuckhead who can extend his arms strangled someone five blocks away and I'm going to go do a murder on him."

Hughie pops an antacid due to stress. "Dude, you are literally eight months pregnant."

"I can still snipe the bastard."

The argument ends with M.M. wrapping him in a blanket burrito like a very angry cat and sitting him down on the sofa for some tea.

OH~! you are *absolutely* correct in your suspicion LMAO--

billy... how do i put this delicately for his delicate condition...

that motherfucker has NO CHILL. HWATSOEVER.

i love him. i adore him. i hate him. i feel for him, so gotdamn much. but he has *no self control*. if he can act out his absolute worst idea--he absofuckin'lutely will~<3!

"butcher--butcher, get off your belly. no, you at least need a pillow. here. jesus christ man, give the poor kid a break!"

MAH DEAR BOI--that bitch's kill count is only gonna get higher when he's knocked up (cause he has to make the world safe for his kid, DUH--) and i'm not at all sorry to say that<3<3<3 ;))))))))))))))))))))))

and i gotta give him credit where it's due, he'd def be the *BEST* mama bear ever... *for his own homegrown baby*, for everyone else, he'd be a nightmare. go into battle with the baby on his back--

billy's fuckin' grumpy cat CONFIRMED-- as is his all natural baby bump<3<3<3

m.m. does take such good care of him tho, truly the cutest~<3<3<3

BONUS~<3 pouty butcher democratically overruled so he listens to mm--

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[icybreaths]

Karin; "Oi, Stone-san... whatever made you decide to become a shinigami?" She ashes her cigarette. "Bitch of your talent can do whatever the fuck you please."

|| Asks || @baiika ||

“Heh—“ the acknowledgment of the compliment lazily tilts her smile and it fades just as fast. “—that’s a good question.”

Daydreaming about possibilities one could have taken in their afterlife was nothing more than a distraction in her eyes. Any other path she could have applied herself to wouldn’t have been satisfactory enough, she thinks. All she saw were dead ends.

Life as a Shinigami was also unsatisfying, but it was the best she thought she could’ve had for all of things she wanted — a system to gain authority in so she wouldn’t be under as many boots, a system to allow her natural talents to flourish, and a system broken enough to fit her own cracked views of morality. It didn’t quite fit. None of it did.

She didn’t care enough in the ways she was supposed to, wasn’t diplomatic enough to make the changes she set out to make, and struggled to hone the very thing that defined her as a Shinigami.

From Rukongai to Seireitei, the struggles changed but still dragged her down. It honestly drove her mad every time she dove down that mental hole. And every time her zanpakuto spirit loomed in her mind like a nasty vice wanting to be set loose. Hyouhakyoku fed off of the inner storm.

“H’Iii..” it comes out like a sigh, “..didn’t have a choice. My reiatsu grew at an unprecedented rate. It was hard not ta notice me.” Ugh. “Sounds dramatic sayin’ it like ‘at, but Shini’s sought me out.”

She brings the bottle to her chapped lips. “M’thinkin’ they thought I would’a been a threat, longer I went on without proper guidance.”

She likely would have been slain or imprisoned if she chose not to go to the academy, given her unrelenting antics toward the noble properties, under that old disguise of hers. It would’ve been only a matter of time before she was caught.

“I did what I was.. essentially herded in to. Felt right, felt fittin’, so I went for it.” She took a drink. “Feels kinda pathetic sayin’ it like ‘at, like I’m some kinda fuckin’ sheep.”

She bleated as she took another sip only to spit it out while snorting to herself.

[ervotica]

fix your head

pairing; perv!stepbro!rafe cameron x fem!stepsister!reader

warnings; stepcest, smut 18+ only, fingering, p in v sex, somnophilia, free use kink

a/n; just been having brainrot abt stepbro!rafe so here’s a lil drabble/thot abt him! (yes i am insane)

A rough palm presses to the small of your back as the covers lift, a chill twining around your suddenly exposed skin that has goosebumps raising even in slumber. You whine, brows scrunching as lax fingers loop around his wrist and you twist further into the sheets. Your eyes open and desperately try to acclimatise to the darkness of your bedroom, but all you can decipher is a looming silhouette that begins to crawl on top of your slack body.

"Shh, shh," Rafe soothes. His breath is hot against your prickling face. "'S just me. Go back to sleep. Just g'na fix your head a little."

"Mm, okay." You settle once you realise it's only your stepbrother, eyes fluttering closed once more. His touch immediately has your pert nipples hardening, the soft sheets beneath you enough stimulation to make you squirm even in your half-asleep state.

Bruising fingers curl around your hips, lifting them until your back arches and your face smushes into the pillows beneath you; he makes light work of your panties, pushing them to the side as his big palms knead the fatty flesh of your bum.

A finger sinks into your weeping hole and you gasp, pushing back into the touch as he curls it just right to rub over your g-spot. Your gummy walls contract at the newfound pleasure and an arm flies back in seek of purchase against Rafe's wrist.

"I know, I know," he coos, slipping in another digit and picking up the pace until the delicious friction has you stifling moans into the sheets. "Keep quiet for me, kid. Wouldn't want your mom finding us, would we?"

The feeling of fullness is gone as quickly as it appeared and you're still for a few moments, features crumpling in vexation.

"Don't get bratty on me now, you little shit," he chuckles, watching as your face falls once more when he lines his mushroom head up with your drooling entrance. You garble and gasp as your cunt parts and flares around him, fluttering walls hugging him and moulding to the shape of his curved cock.

Fingers splay against the base of your neck, effectively silencing you as he starts to rock his hips; fingernails dig into the delicate flesh there and you whimper, tears tickling at your waterline as he presses you further into the pillow to keep you quiet.

"Got this pussy trained f'me, haven't I, kid? Attagirl, nice and quiet for me."

He twines an open palm into the length of your hair and tugs to reveal your blissed visage, watching with rapture as your expression changes the more he toys with you.

You squeak as he reaches down to pinch and roll your swollen clit between two fingertips, teeth baring into a growl when he clasps a merciless hand over your whining mouth.

"I told you to be fuckin' quiet, slut. Too much of a whore to take it nicely, hm? Too ungrateful?"

You shake your head vehemently, tears pooling at the base of his fingers as his thrusts pick up speed, head of his cock kissing every spot inside of you until you can't think of anything but how good he's making you feel.

He wrenches his hand free and you sag like dead weight, a punched breath of air expelling from your lungs with every cruel rut of his hips.

"There's my girl," he croons with a wicked smile, satisfied now you're fucked too dumb to do anything but drool onto the pillows beneath you. "You just, relax, kid. I'll be finished with you soon.”

[lovegasmic]

⋆ PRAISING KINK

ft. Baizhu, Xiao, Thoma, Wanderer.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, worshipping ( baizhu ). ( scara ) is in denial / affectionate, and a dirty talker.

NAVI ⁞ EVENT MASTERLIST

if Baizhu is not constantly littering you with kisses, then he’s certainly praising you.

there’s not a single second that he doesn’t spend mumbling praise against your heated skin. a kiss, then another, then another, trailing down the underside of your breasts, down your ribs and abdomen, lower and lower until he needs to breathe, opting instead to nuzzle on your skin with soft words, “there is not an inch of you that I don’t find absolutely perfect” he murmurs, another kiss below your belly button, “you’re stunning” kiss, “incredible” kiss.

“the most delicious meal I’ve ever had” he also groans, tentatively sliding his tongue across your clit and slit, collecting your juices on the muscle, “so responsive too” seconds, hours, minutes all merge in one as Baizhu languidly eats you out, taking his time in savoring your dripping pussy, pushing you towards the edge with those skilled fingers of his.

a mess of constant reassurance and praising is what always comes out of Xiao’s mouth the second his cock is pushing into you, holding his breath while the tip stretches you, “are you alright?... you... you feel so good” he almost whines, letting our shaky exhalations with each passing second.

“m-mhm” you murmur back, holding onto your lover tightly with your limbs around his trembling body, “move...”

a hum escapes Xiao’s lips before he’s moving, gently rolling his hips against your cunt and smearing your slick all over his pelvis, “fuuck— so perfect” each word is accentuated by a sharp thrust, jolting your body up and down the mattress alongside am ocasional creak of the bed.

“do you feel good?” he asks next, cupping your chin between his fingers, waiting for your soft nodding, a gentle ‘yes’ or anything that encourages him to keep going, to angle his hips in the perfect direction so you’re both panting, mindlessly fucked silly with soft ‘i love yous’ mumbled on each other’s mouths.

to Thoma, ensuring your comfort and pleasure was a top priority whenever you had sex, gently gripping your thigh and perching it on his hip, then leaning down to gently rub your nose with his, “comfortable?” not really... considering how he was sheathed to the base, with no signals of moving without first making sure you were feeling good.

you nod gently, caressing the tips of his blonde hair while staring deep into his eyes, rewarded by a wide smile, “that’s my girl, tell me if you want me to stop, alright?” and with that, he’s gripping your other thigh, dangling off his shoulder as he presses into you, raising until just the tip remains inside to then push down again, “mm, yeah, taking me so well...” Thoma murmurs, breathing coming out unsteady with each thrust, with each smack of his hips against yours.

“you’re feeling good, aren’t you?” he smiles down on you, not needing a response before he’s peppering your face with kisses, “of course you are, those pretty, tear filled eyes of yours never lie”

“what did you— oh, fu-fuck!... u-ugh do?” is what Wanderer asks with his fingers digging on your hips so tightly that it might leave a mark later.

yet he doesn’t let you speak, too gone, too lost in the pleasure your dripping pussy provides while bouncing on his cock, mostly guided up and down by your boyfriend, “you feel... too damn good!” it’s mostly a complaint, one that doesn’t really sound like one with the way his breathing hitched and eyes almost rolled back, “fuck... your pussy is going to kill me”

a bit of an exaggeration you believe, but considering the way his jaw hung slack, staring into the spot where your bodies connected, you believe him.

“the prettiest pussy to ever exist... so tight, so fucking warm” he groans, letting his head lean back against the bed headboard, eyes shut and letting you ride him to your heart’s content, a bit too overwhelmed by your gorgeous body to keep on babbling.

[the-modern-typewriter]

Love your writing! Can I request a hero that likes being controlled by the villain because they get relief from their anxiety/stressful life but they are denying it because they don’t want to admit to being overwhelmed?

"Oh god, you're back."

The villain smirked at that particular greeting and inclined their head in acknowledgement. "Long time no see, hero mine."

Anticipation had the hero's heart drumming double time. They shifted their weight, hold tightening on the battered strap of their rucksack. The street was empty, all curtains conspicuously drawn, but there was nothing actually blocking any exits. They could run. They weren't far from home. They might even make it.

"It's okay," the villain said, tucking their hands into their pockets. "You can try, I won't be offended. I know you prefer pretending that you don't like this. That you don't crave this."

"I don't."

"No?" The villain's tone was soft, but their eyes gleamed in the glow of the lampposts. Their gaze was somewhere between gently mocking and not so gently fond. "You're lucky you lie so pretty. It means I'll let you off with a warning. Just the one, because I've heard you've had a rough week."

The hero swallowed.

The week had been exhausting. Atlas would have buckled beneath the weight of the last week too. Anyone would. Wouldn't they? Maybe that was why, beneath the panic of seeing the villain again, there was a much more terrifying chasm of relief. Dizzy, desperate relief. The kind of longing that left a person brained by it. Dumb.

"You heard about that?" the hero asked, in a small voice, even if it was entirely not the point.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

The hero shuddered, to hear the villain say it so bluntly. Maybe if they hadn't, the hero could pretend - what? That somewhere along the way monstrosity and miracle had blurred together like wet watercolours?

"You could walk away," the hero said.

"I could," the villain agreed, placidly. They didn't move though.

"Would you if I asked you to?"

The villain's head tilted, considering the hero at that.

"Mm, I don't think so," they decided eventually. "Then you'd feel like you had to ask. It goes better when you don't have any choice in this matter, doesn't it?"

"You can't just - you can't say that."

"No?" the villain's lip curled up again. They closed the gap between them, casually confident. "You asked."

"Well, yes - but." The hero didn't have a good way to finish the sentence. Mainly because they should have been horrified. They were horrified! It was only..."You're not supposed to say it." The crack in their voice felt far too much like confession. "It's not right."

"Yeah. I'd say you should stop feeling so guilty about liking it so much, but honestly it's entirely too delicious watching you squirm."

The hero made a choked, incoherent sound in their throat. They took a step back, not remotely surprised when the villain's hand snaked eel-fast around their back.

"Ah, ah," the villain said. "You already had your chance to run. Go easy."

The hero felt the very moment that something switched in the villain's voice, their powers humming a siren song in the hero's bones. They felt their body turn to putty as they blinked at the villain, wide-eyed. Their hands settled comfortably on the villain's chest, not pushing back.

It wasn't...it wasn't exactly that their brain switched off, only that everything in them suddenly refused to fully recognise the danger. And there was danger, they knew that, but...

But for the first time since they'd last seen the villain, the knot in their chest loosened. They didn't feel one small straw or loud noise or well-meaning question away from bursting pitifully into tears.

"Good," the villain murmured. "Just like that. There you are. Deep breaths."

Up close, the villain took a moment to study them properly. The hero let them look. Minutes ago, they might have tried to hide, ashamed by the blatant dark circles under their eyes, by everything that the villain would see, but in that second...

The villain's lips thinned a fraction. "I've been away on business for too long, haven't I? Sorry about that."

"How was business?"

The villain didn't bother answering that question, more concerned with grazing their thumb along the swell of the hero's lip where they'd bitten it raw. Their eyes darkened further.

"You look annoyed," the hero said.

"You could have called me, you know."

"Why would I do that?"

"Why would you-" For a second, it seemed like the villain might say something. Then, they simply sighed, and shook their head, muttering something under their breath. They pivoted, so they were at the hero's side instead, snagging the hero's heavy bag onto their own shoulders.

"Walk." The command hummed through the villain's voice again. "I think we've both had enough of your idiot brain for today. You're done for the week."

Every time the villain let them go, it was harder to force themselves to leave.

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

fiberfill

[accioscarheadthings]

ULTRAMINE ~ CHAPTER 2

kenji sato x reader

summary: this was the night that tied you to the infamous baseball player. the one where you had a one-night stand with kenji sato

pairings: kenji sato x fem!student!reader

warning: smut 18+, so minors DNI, unprotected sex, car sex, p in v, soft sex to rough sex, praise kink, wound kissing (?), mentions of mirror sex, biting, aftercare, groping, edging

masterlist !

FLASHBACK

a car stood abandoned in front of your house in the quiet night air. occasional whimpers and moans were heard from it.

kenji pulled you closer, his hands gently exploring the curves of your body. His lips found the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sent shivers of pleasure down your spine.

the soft light from the streetlamps casting a hazy glow over the interior. the atmosphere was thick with the smell of sex.

you were both lost in the moment, each touch and movement adding to the sense of intimacy in the confined space of the car.

after the dinner date, kenji had offered to drop you back at your place, but that somehow resulted in you and kenji being in the back seat of his car, tangled in each other.

with you straddling, kenji's hand was hiked up your thigh, bunching up the flowy sundress that you wore and his palm splayed on the curve of your ass.

you ground against him, feeling his hard-on through his formal pants.

one of the straps of your dress was pulled down your shoulder, while kenji pressed open-mouthed kisses against your skin, "mm baby..."

there was a deep need for each other that ran like a current through your veins. your bodies press together tightly as if trying to merge into one. maybe it was the wine. nothin

every touch and kiss feels like a silent plea, a plea for more. it's as if the rest of the world has vanished, leaving nothing but the heat and urgency between you two. everything else faded away, and all you can focus on is the intense craving for each other.

kenji's hand reached between your legs, teasing you soaking panties, "already so wet for me," kenji grinned against the swells of your breast, kissing them softly.

"k-kenji," you murmured his name, arching your body into him and giving him more access.

"mm, yes, sweetheart?" his fingers trailed up and down your wet pussy lips, teasingly.

"please,"

"please what?" he stopped, his other hand groping one of your breasts and thumbing it.

"i want you," you ground your hips into him, fingers digging into the collar of his jacket.

"where?" he nosed up the column of your throat, tongue darting out to trace the hickey there.

you huffed, hating all the teasing. you reached down and guided his hand into your wet folds, moaning into his ear, chest pressing against his.

he caved. couldn't tease you for long, "fuckk baby," he slipped two fingers right in, your soaked pussy sucking him right in.

kenji groaned against your neck, " s'wet, so tight," he pumped his fingers in and out, creating a squelching sound.

he pressed wet kisses down your chest, pulling your dress down to release your breasts. he stopped when you let out a hiss of pain.

kenji stopped, looking up at you through hooded eyes, "what's wrong baby? are you in pain?" his expression turned concerned.

"no, no," you ran a hand through his hair, "it's just that i'm injured there. it's still healing,"

it was just then that kenji noticed a bright reddish scar right across your sternum.

"when was this?" he ghosted his fingers over it, observing it closely. He would know if you had got hurt since you both would handle the kaiju ambushes together.

"a week ago," i winced at the memory, "you were knocked out. a kaiju decided to cut me open with its tail-" the rest of your sentence ends in a gasp.

kenji was kissing your scar, carefully, looking up at you with doe eyes.

the action caused a burst of love and oxytocin in your heart.

you ran your hands through his silky hair, combing it back as your nails scraped his scalp deliciously.

he hummed, eyes fluttering close. you pressed a kiss to his forehead, making it too much for him to handle.

too much mushy feelings.

he buried his fingers knuckle deep in your sopping cunt, making your cry out into his shoulder.

he quickened his pace, pumping his fingers in and out of you, adding a third.

when you felt close to your release, he stopped.

you huffed, eyes fluttering and pink swollen lips pouting, "w-why'd you stop?"

"not yet, baby," he started to move his fingers again, kissing you hard.

you leaned back from the force, whimpering into his mouth.

kenji didn't let you finish this time either. he stopped everytime you got close, a cunning smile lighting his face when you glared at him.

tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks, you grinded against his hand, desperate, "please-please, kenji. i can't take it anymore hngg. i wanna come," you whined, burying your face in his neck.

he kissed your hair, " since you asked so nicely..."

his calloused thumb pressed against your clit just right, pushing your toward your edge. his other hand reached behind your head, curling your hair around his fist, and tugged it.

your head tipped back, lips parting in a gasp.

"eyes on me baby," he pressed a smooch to your chin, "i wanna see you when you come,"

adding another finger, he increased the pace of his finger, applying more pressure on your swollen bud.

his actions began to get more needy, rough, hard, as he fingered you mercilessly, curling his finger at the right spot. when you whimpered, he repeated his action, "right there?"

you rested your forehead against his, hips moving against his hand as you got closer to your release.

"m'gonna come-" you felt your pussy clench around his fingers.

"let go, baby," he sighed, mouth closing at your carotid, feeling ur pulse throb, "make a mess all over my hand,"

with a final hard thrust of his fingers, you came hard with a filthy moan.

he rode you out of your climax, muttering praises, "that's my good girl," he cooed, his hand letting go of your hair and brushing the tears streaking down your cheeks, "did so good for me,"

kenji brought his fingers to his mouth, lips closing around them as he sucked lewdly on them, humming appreciatively.

your mind buzzed with need at the sight of it, chest heaving with each breath.

kenji laid you down gently on the seat on the hand flatted and hovered over you, but, "ow!" his head hit the top of the car.

you both broke into a fit of giggles; kenji leaned down to your ear, "do you mind if we take this back to your place, darling?"

you grinned at him, "not at all,"

kenji adjusted your dress and helped out out of the car. but before you could take another step, he threw you over your shoulder and carried you up the stairs that led to your apartment.

only letting you down to open the door, kenji was on you the next second, shutting the door with his foot.

one by one, the clothes vanished, trailing behind you both as you made it to the bedroom.

he wasted no time in shoving his cock into your pussy, whimpering at the feel, "ah-god, baby," his voice was strained, face buried in your neck, "feels s'good. so good,"

you curled your legs around his hips, locking him in. the new angle caused him to nudge deeper into you, bottoming out.

kenji sighed, breathless, feeling your pussy clench, "so tight-fuck-. are you alright?" he asked you, making sure it was okay for him to move.

you nodded, unable to speak.

"use your words, sweetheart," he jerked his hips forward in emphasis.

"y-yes, kenji," you managed to speak, body curving into his.

"good girl," he began to pump in and out of you, slathering his cock with your arousal. his lips closed around one your boobs, eyes fluttering at the taste of your skin. he pulled back with a pop, blowing cool air on it. the mixture of sensations causing you to shiver while he massaged your other boob.

soon you were coming all over his cock and he came in you (only after making sure that you were on birth control)

but he didn't stop at that.

being an athlete, he had a mad amount of stamina. and now, he was taking you from the back, kneeling behind you as he watched you both move together in the mirror at the side of your room.

"look at you," he thrust his hips into you, pulling back till the tip of his cock was just in, and rammed into you relentlessly. his hands gently cupped your breasts, fingers tweaking the sensitive buds.

your eyes darted to the mirror.

Hair mussed, make-up ruined, knees wide, your hair fell all over your face, his cock slipped in an out of you, pulling one orgasm after the other.

what a fucking sight

one of his hands made its way up to your throat, "you see how beautiful you look?" his voice was hoarse, grunting with each thrust, "Fucked out and pretty. mine. all mine," his other hand circled your clit.

His hips move against yours in a final, hard thrust, before stilling as his cock almost vibrates in emptying his come inside you, white spurts painting your walls, filling your little cunt.

This is what got you, feeling him come inside you, and you shudder as another weaker, orgasm washed over you.

he pressed kisses all over your back, gently pulling out of you. you hissed at the empty feeling, lips pouting and he kissed it away.

he made you lay on your back, telling you he'd be right back. he returned with a washcloth, cleaning you up, and then did the same with himself.

soon you dozed off and the last thing you heard was, "good night, baby," as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and spooned you from the back.

next morning, kenji slipped on his clothes, his movements careful so as to not wake you up.

the sun was creeping up the horizon, its rays pouring into the room.

kenji knew it was time to leave. words felt inadequate to convey the emotions that lingered in the air, so he remained silent, lost in his own thoughts.

before he left, kenji leaned, brushing the hair out of your face, and pressed a kiss to your cheek. he cast a lingering look, a silent acknowledgment of the connection he had shared with you just last night before reluctantly heading out the door.

but little did he know you were awake, your face twisting in pain as you snuggled into the pillow to hide your face and fragile heart.

TAGLIST !

@earth-to-mee @sassy-cat-in-town @breaddippedinorangejuice

@nuhteyam @gameboigyu @byunpum @jennypenny-19 @doublebunv @moonjellyfishie

[tonycries]

Love Is Blind

Synopsis. Boys who don’t take their glasses off until after they eat you out. Face stuffed desperately between your thighs and nose-deep in your cunt, he knows his glasses are bound to get dirty - but that’s half the fun.

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, cunnilingus, oral sex (female receiving) he’s a bit mean but sexy, glasses kink (??!!?), pet names (angel, baby), swearing.

Word count. 1.2k

A/N. My way of coping with only being able to wear fake glasses.

Art by @_3aem on X.

Boys who don’t take their glasses off until after they eat you out.

His hair was askew, lips stinging, and glasses lopsided from the feral make-out session he’d pulled you into right as he walked in through that damn door. Kissing you as if your lips were the source of life itself.

He knows he’s being rougher than usual. Nails digging neat crescents into your pretty thighs as he bullies your legs apart on the cold kitchen counter. Pushing his glasses back up, he has to bite back a groan at your glistening cunt. Shit, all he did was throw you around a bit and you’re already so wet for him.

You’d been teasing him all morning before work. Wearing that damn short skirt - his favorite - and batting your lashes at him in a way you knew would have you bent over and stuffed full of his cock in seconds. 

Fuck whoever invented the work week, he’d rather stay in bed with his pretty girl till the neighbors file a noise complaint again. 

Yet, for the way he couldn’t stop thinking about you - fucking his fist pathetically in that dingy work bathroom - you were going to pay tonight.

Almost in a trance, he barely registers the pain as his knees hit the tile desperately, brows furrowed as if in the depths of prayer. Perhaps he was - lustful gaze looking over his frames to flicker indecisively between your half-lidded eyes and kiss-bitten lips, which move to whimper “Hngh- Baby, I need your mouth on me so bad.”

Ah, he really had a goddess splayed out and aching for him.

“Mm, oh really?” he breathes hotly over your quivering pussy, glasses slightly fogging up as he teases himself just as much as you. The slow torture was delicious. 

“Yes!.”

A smug smile spreads across his face. 

You flinch when the cold plastic of his glasses touches your throbbing clit as his face meets your cunt, tongue flattening against your swollen folds - not yet dipping inside. You gasp at the sensation, the lack of what you crave so badly.

He feels drunk off the pretty mewls escaping your mouth, mind almost hazy enough to go easy on you. Almost.

“Get my glasses dirty and you’ll be making up for it, angel.” he murmurs lowly, voice sending vibrations to your pussy that have it clenching around nothing.

Lewd squelches fill the air as his tongue slides teasingly between your folds in an unhurried rhythm that has your hips bucking for more. “Behave.” he warns, fingers holding your hips so firmly in place that he’s sure he leaves marks. 

“B-but…want you inside me. Want to come around your tongue, baby.”

Shit, you were so good at winding him up, knowing everything that makes him tick. 

But all he can remember is the little smirk curling around your lips as you bent over in that godforsaken skirt right as he was one step out the door on the way to an urgent meeting.

This time, he wanted to play with you a little more.

He breathes you in so sinfully as his nose catches on your pulsing clit, finally giving you an ounce of the friction you’ve been craving so desperately. 

“Hah- Don’t stop.” you beg.

Doing exactly the opposite, he pulls away, your slick forming a pretty gloss all over his bruised lips - dangerously close to where his glasses rested on his nose.

“Oh? Thought you were holding out on me, angel. Where did that go?” he cocks his head, chuckling at your frustrated whines. 

“I’m sorry baby. Hngh-” he cuts you off with a long lick dipping into your dripping hole playfully. 

“Yeah?” he hums.

“Yes.”

“Won’t make me pop a boner during meetings anymore?” he whispers, lips ghosting a hair’s breadth from where you needed him the most. 

“No- please! I’ll be good for you.” you sputter out.

Now, in all his years of loving you, he’s done everything he can so that you never shed a tear when you’re with him. Even going so far as to smother you in kisses to try and make you smile each time the dog dies in those damn sappy movies during date night.

But right now, the impatient tears that cling to your lashes at his actions make his cock twitch, a carnal part of him delighting in your desperation for him.

“Tell me what you want, my angel.”

“Fuck me with your tongue…please.” your whimpers send blood rushing straight to his already painfully hard cock. 

The heat of his tongue and the sex in the air as he dives nose-deep into your dripping pussy has condensation building up on his glasses. His tongue attacks your hole ruthlessly, dipping in and out at a pace that has you gripping the counter for support, “Ah! Yes! Keep going, baby.”

His lips make out with your dripping cunt with a lust that eclipses the need for air. A desperation for your essence. Who needs to breathe when he prefers to be smothered by his girl’s pretty pussy.

He moans around your entrance as your juices gush around his tongue, glasses pressing against his face when he pushes his face impossibly closer to your hot core. His eyes roll to the back of his head at your addictive taste. His favorite.

Yelps of his name leave your mouth at each tight circle of his tongue on your clit, only pushing him to suck harder. 

He relishes in how messy you are, slick now starting to drip around the corners of his mouth. Absolutely convinced that he’s losing more and more of his grip on reality at each tap! tap! tap! of it hitting the hardwood floor.

His glasses have now completely fogged up, forcing him to continue his abuse on your pussy through pure, feral need. Won’t be long now, he thinks at your breathless moans.

Your juices smearing all over his mouth and nose, he feels you clenching down on him as he ramps up the harsh movements of his mouth. “Jus’ like that. Shit, I’m gonna-” your mewls echo across the room.

You come fast and hard all over his mouth - and his glasses, as he had known you would.

His heavenly sight of your dripping cunt is now blurred by your slick covering the glass, dripping down the side of his frames and onto the kitchen floor. He could barely see a damn thing, but he knows he fucking loves it.

What is it that they say? Love is blind?

He chuckles lowly as you try and catch your breath, legs twitching in sensitivity on the counter. 

Slowly removing his glasses, he runs a finger along them, inspecting the mess his girl’s slutty pussy has made. He collects your sweet juices before popping a finger in his mouth - unable to help himself. 

He groans at the taste - shit, he should really make you taste yourself later. 

In the hazy aftermath of your orgasm, your dazed eyes follow him as he stands to his full height, towering above you. 

You see the slight curve of his grin before he deftly slides his glasses onto the bridge of your nose. Legs still spread and feeling the weight of his glasses, you feel so exposed - like you’ve fallen right into his trap.

“Now, now, angel…” he tuts, fingers unbuttoning his tight pants, cock straining for relief. 

“What did I say about dirtying my glasses?”

- GOJO, Nanami, Armin, TSUKISHIMA, KUROO, OIKAWA, Kunikida 

A/N. Pretend that Kuroo and Armin wear glasses okay. Also apologies if you saw this before, other post was being buggy and I’m still trynna figure stuff out.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[moremaybank]

there's something so delicious about pervy bsf!rafe preying on you when he hasn't gotten laid in awhile (18+)﹐Ꮺ

"what's wrong, rafey?"

the question comes out soft, your hand trailing up his firm bicep before curling around the expanse of it. your nails stroke at his smooth skin in comfort. you're so sweet, the way you're always doting on him. always picking up on his mood changes and burning to fix whatever's bothering him.

so sweet.

he offers you a shrug, his eyes peering off into the distance. "jus' all wound up. s'been awhile since i've had some typa stress relief."

your brows furrow, but then you come to realize what kind of stress relief he's talking about. you aren't sure if that sort of thing falls under best friend duties, but that same part of you that lives to make rafe happy goes off like an alarm. you need to help him out.

"can i help you, then?"

he arches a brow, but at the same time, he's pleased. pleased because all it took was one sentence to set his plan in motion. you'f fallen into his trap so cutely, just as he'd hoped.

"you sure you know what you're gettin' yourself into?" he asks, hands reaching out to grab your waist. he pulls you closer, cheek nuzzling against yours as he lowers his lips to your ear. "not sure that pretty little pussy can take all of me."

"i can," you assure him. "just wanna help you out."

"mm, yeah? you sure?" he hums. he presses a kiss to your temple. "don't wanna hurt my sweet girl. how could i when she's so good for me?"

you turn around, your back now toward him as you shimmy your little skirt up your hips, letting it pool around your waist. your fingers toy with the thong you're wearing, pulling at it in the back to let rafe know that you're ready for him.

"don't care if it hurts."

"no? you don't?" his fingers take over for you, tugging your panties to the side so he can get a view of your tight little holes. he presses up against your back momentarily, allowing him to dip down and kiss your clothed shoulder. then you hear the sound of his zipper coming undone, followed by the sound of him spitting onto his palm. he spreads it over his length and positions himself at your entrance. the tortured gasp you let out when rafe's thick cock slides into you, stretching your cunt out wide is enough to make him twitch inside you.

"just want you happy, rafey."

your walls clench around his base and he lets out a guttural groan. "makin' me real happy, doll. so cute, keepin' my cock nice 'n tight in that pretty lil' pussy. now hold onto the counter for daddy."

he watches your hands latch onto the edge of the kitchen countertop, and he smiles. you're getting ready for him. you know where this is going and you're showing rafe that he has complete reign over you.

rafe's palm smooths over your beck, bending you further over the cold marble. "there we go, baby. thaaat's it. stay right there for me."

the angle allows him to slide into you deeper, and he soon starts to move roughly. he can't help it. not when your walls are all slimy and welcoming for him. his hips smack into your ass mercilessly, and you find yourself wondering how you've gone so long without letting him take you to cloud nine.

"rafe," you breathe out shakily. "can feel you deeper. s-so deep, daddy."

"but you like it, yeah? like when daddy fills your guts?"

he doesn't even really have to ask. he knows you do. he can tell by the way you fuck him back like your life depends on it, little moans and cries spilling from your lips.

"mhm— yeah. feels so good," you slur.

"yeah...know it does. know it does, baby. s'cause you're so wet for me. get so wet thinkin' 'bout helpin' daddy, huh?"

you nod furiously, rising onto the tips of your toes as you feel your high coming on. "yes. yes!"

he bends his head down, kissing at your spine. "my favourite girl, lettin' me use her pussy when i need it so bad. you're my good girl, yeah?"

"y-yours, rafey. all yours."

"yeah, mhm. know you are," he affirms, fucking into you hard. "all fuckin' mine. whenever i want, right?"

"whenever you want."

and by the way you tremble as you fall over the edge, he knows it's a promise.

whenever. he. wants.

concepts ; concepts (ii)

[leilanihours]

🗝️, fluff prompt 17 with paige?

# THIS IS A TRUTH THAT I CAN'T FIGHT, I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

word count: 471

warnings: none !

prompt: "come back to bed."

⭑ from lani: this is kinda similar to another blurb i did but hopefully u still like it anon !

celly masterlist !

main masterlist !

YOU SWIFTLY PACED across your bathroom floor, wedges clicking against the white tile. you were currently getting ready for a celebratory night out with your classmate, gia.

the both of you were paired up for a huge assignment and just found out that you got an amazing score on it. so naturally, you had to appreciate your hard work with the help of a few alcoholic beverages and delicious appetizers.

"pleaseee, ma, stay in tonight," you hear your girlfriend beg from your bed.

"p, i already told you i can't ditch gia," you explain, spraying perfume on your wrists and neck.

"fuck gia!" she exclaims before earning a glare from you, "sorry, i didn't mean it. but seriously, y/n, i really need you to come back to bed."

"i know, baby, you've been saying that for the past hour," you laugh, stepping out of the bathroom to put on your jewelry as the finishing touch.

had you just taken a two-hour long nap with the girl? yes. but had she still been claiming that it wasn't enough? also yes.

"damn," she says under her breath as she examines your appearance, "yeah, you definitely staying in tonight."

"p, what?" you sigh with a smile at your girlfriend's comment.

"you can't be looking this good and thinking i'm gonna not gonna do anything about it," she explains, sitting up against your headboard, eyes never leaving yours.

"paige, i seriously cannot ditch gia," you state as you slowly walk over to the blonde.

"why not?" she groans, "there's always next weekend! i promise whatever you guys do will not be better than what you could do with me."

you laugh at her desperation, falling victim to her charming words, "and i don't doubt that, but we really need this night out."

she gets up from position on your bed, now towering over you as she places her large hands on your exposed waist. her cold hands send a chill up your spine, causing you to inhale.

she leans down and buries her face in your neck, her senses overwhelmed with the addicting scent of your perfume.

"you smell so good, ma," she whispers, the feeling of her lips brushing against your skin making it that much harder to leave.

"paige-"

"mm, love it when you say my name," she sighs.

"i have to-"

"do you really?"

she lifts her head from the crook of your neck, gazing down at you with a look of need in her piercing blue eyes. it wasn't lustful or suggestive, rather soft and sweet. how could you turn her away?

"i hate you," you mumble, pulling out your phone to text gia for a rain check.

"i love you, too, y/n," she smirks, already pulling out a set of pajamas and her own hoodie for you to change into.

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[crazy-only]

fwb to dating w/ top!lando !

pairing: top!lando x fem!reader

premise: after a good hookup lando can’t hide his feelings for you anymore ! (>∀<) smutty and some fluff <3

preface: oof it’s been a hot minute since i posted but yes, hopefully y’all enjoy this one ! i hope lando gets good results tmrw in the hungarian grand prix !! ( ^_^ )

“fuck, only one left,” lando murmured, opening the condom packet and nodding his head to the bed. “back on blankets.”

you lightly laughed. “not tired yet?”

lando shook his head, but you could see the sweat beading on his forehead, looking delicious as it dripped to his pecs.

a bit shyly you dropped to the bed, thighs squeezed together.

he slipped the latex over his cock, somehow still hard even after four rounds, and smirked, prodding your legs open with a veiny hand. “why did you close your pretty legs.” he kneeled on the bed, legs in between your thighs. “need to see this pretty pussy.”

he slowly rubbed a knuckle over your clit, making you whimper and shiver, you breaths quickening rapidly; almost as if you were having a heart attack.

“mm, fuck! la-lando. too. too much! la—“

“—no it’s not,” he murmured, biting your neck in the place he knew drove you crazy.

you could only whimper as he replaced his knuckle with his dick, your legs glitching and losing control at the stimulation he was torturing you with.

“need. it. in!” you squeaked out.

lando just chuckled, kissing you deeply.

desperate, you tried to grab his dick, but he smiled, and trapped your hands above your head with his left one. “legs around my waist and i might let you have it.”

you nodded quickly, all cute thoughts lost as the situation to you became serious. you literally needed this man’s dick in you.

and if he needed your legs around his waist, that’s what he’d get.

as you locked your angles together, he slammed his dick fully into your pussy, the both of you turning into moaning messes.

“fuck!” he cursed, watching as you slowly grinded your pussy against the base of his dick, in need of some friction.

but he didn’t let you have your way as he pulled out and slammed back into you, quickening the motions with every breath he took.

“so fucking perfect. perfect fucking pussy.”

“mmm.”

lando kissed you hard, his tongue traversing into your mouth to show you just how in control he was. that only made you that much wetter.

“enjoy being my slut, hm?”

you nodded, rather delirious from his big cock currently siding in and out of your sensitive hole, skin slapping from the rough strokes he expertly gave you.

he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, dark with blown-out pupils. “answer me.”

you confirmed with anxious nods, not wanting him to stop. “yesyesyes,” you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut at a certain deep stroke he gave.

“gonna cum,” you whisper, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes.

“shit, baby,” lando said, teeth gritting from the sight of you all pleasured out for him, only his cock doing this to you. “don’t fucking look like that.”

your eyes widened, worried at 1) what did you look like that he didn’t like? and 2) did he just call you baby?

before you two started fucking, he made it absolutely clear that pet names were to be avoided at all costs. the last thing you needed was to grow attached to him. the both of you wanted sex, and that was fine: just no commitment.

he was an f1 driver—and you hated the spotlight. it was best if you two kept things on the low. dates would cause too many problems.

“what did i do wrong,” you mumbled, making lando scoff.

he raked a hand through his hair, letting your trapped hands finally loose from his strong grasp only an f1 driver would have. “just too fucking cute.”

you looked away bashfully, trying not to blush as your crush friend-with-benefits complimented you.

it wasn’t your fault that your heart was currently riding a rollercoaster, right?

suddenly you tugged lando’s face by his cheeks, landing a gentle kiss on his lips.

you knew sweet things like this were off limits but you couldn’t help it! it just felt right.

yet it definitely worked, because soon your friend was cumming in your pussy, your release only making his orgasm that much more blissful as you tightened around his girth.

as the two of you came down, you humming in content with a smile on your face, lando looked serious, which was uncommon after cumming that hard.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, patting his head as platonically as you could manage.

he rose and sat beside you, head resting on the back of the bed frame. “kinda broke the rules a bit,” he murmured, his face cringing in apprehension.

you frowned. “well that’s not good.”

he nodded, scratching the back of his head. his mouth opened but he stopped himself before he could say anything.

“gotta go.”

you pouted, careful he wouldn’t see, and feigned carelessness. “yup.”

he shrugged on his pants and shirt, but he looked around for his watch. he patted his pockets, clearly distraught.

you walked up, his body towering your not-as-strong one, and tugged his hand into yours. you could feel his green eyes on you as you placed the expensive watch into the palm of his hand.

“dumbass.”

his mouth flattened into a line as he only sighed, jaw twitching with annoyance.

“text me,” you say, patting his arm in a calming motion, his volatile state not to be messed with.

but instead of leaving form your apartment, lando only stands still, frozen as a statue.

and you simply stand in front of him, arms crossed from his infectious annoyance.

“y/n?”

“yes?” you sigh out.

lando punches you in the arm, making you step back.

“ow,” you grumble. “what made me deserve that.”

there was a pause.

then lando finally rushed out:

“why did you make me fall in love with you?!”

shocked and feeling a thousand other emotions, you punch lando back.

“lando! this was not part of our agreement!”

masking his disappointment and embarrassment, lando scoffed. “no shit.” he pointed at you (a bit ridiculously, in your opinion). “s’all your fault.”

“lando,” you mutter, shaking hands rising to run through his brown curls. “are you lying?”

he shakes his head, a glimmer of hope appearing within his pretty eyes.

“fuck it,” you whisper more to yourself than him, finally crashing your lips on his, dangerously dancing on the line between friends and partners.

you broke away, noses touching each others, and you smile up at his delighted face. “someone’s happy.”

“canyoubemygirlfriend?” lando asks desperately, hands traveling to wrap around your waist, almost as if you would disappear from him if he wasn’t careful enough.

you lean back and tap his nose playfully with a finger. “only if you agree,” you whisper, “to fuck me everyday as well as you did just now.”

“oh,” lando said with a cheeky grin, grabbing you by the hips, forcing your legs around his waist so he was holding you up. “i’m only getting started, baby.” with that he pressed you against the wall, and the rest was history.

[abbyromanoff]

I have come to request something.

Remember when we talked about Tattoo Artist! Nat. I want that. Daddy kink, breeding, and just have fun. Add whatever you want to it. Obviously, Dom!Nat.

DESIGNS

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 628

WARNINGS: smut, strap on usage, threesome, making out, hint of manipulation, innocent!R, virginity loss, Mommy (N), breeding, shy!Wanda, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“How- how is this supposed to help exactly?” The tip of her cock teased your hole, a smirk planted on her face as she guided you to grind against her length. Her partner, Wanda, was sitting shyly next to the two of you, the ink gun in her hand. She looked down, trying to avoid all possible eye contact with either of you. Nat had always been derogatory, but this was a new level. Not once had she ever led someone to rest on her pulsing erection, and Wanda assumed someone would never agree to the request. Nat was attractive, sure, but she didn’t expect anyone to be as naive as you.

“It’s just going to distract you from the pain, sweetheart. We don’t want to hurt you, right, Wanda?” She nodded, giving you a hesitantly warm smile as you gulped nervously.

“Uhm, I’ve never-“ You cut yourself off, fears rising as you nearly admitted your pureness.

“Oh, baby, will I be your first?” You shook your head, yes, sniffling as your hips jutted lower, causing her cock to ease into your hole slowly. The tip was embraced with your warmth, and she moaned lowly at the contact.

“Well, I’m so honored. Why don’t you place your hands on my shoulders and let Wanda work, okay?” You did as told, your gaze falling to her breasts that were hidden by a sports bra and a loose tank top. She smiled, grasping your chin and leading you in for a long, passionate kiss. Wanda placed the pen against your lower back, following the sketch as you hissed in pain. But it wasn’t from the buzzing object, it was from the painful ache in your core as Nat stretched you out.

“Don’t worry, the pain will go away soon, little one.” She squeezed your lower cheeks, teasing her thumb near your tightest hole and causing you to bite your lip.

“No bitting, Mommy wants to kiss those sweet lips.” She groaned as her mouth collided with yours once again, her tongue making an appearance against yours.

“Mm, why don’t you give my partner here a little peck, hm? I bet she’s just dying to touch you.” The pen came to a stop for a quick moment, her hooded glances now being returned by you. You let her lean close, chuckling at the nervous glances she sent towards Nat.

“It’s okay, it’s just a little kiss.” The two of you whimpered as you came in contact, and her free hand grasped your thigh suddenly. She massaged the skin and caused you to rock your hips further, bringing Nat’s length to your g-spot that cried for attention.

“Mommy!” You screamed against Wanda’s lips, and she couldn’t help the fingers that trailed to your aching clit. Your hands groped your breasts until Nat guided them away, leading you to lower her top and suck on her hardened nipples. Wanda now lacked your lips, and she could’ve cried out because of it.

“Nat, you aren’t being fair.”

“Shh, get back to work and let me play with this one, I’m having too much fun with them.”

You weren’t given a warning when the buzzing stopped, nor were you informed when her drops of cum filled your cunt. You gasped in shock, placing your hand on your stomach and feeling the area. Your womb was now painted with her liquid, and your release coated her cock deliciously. She smirked, patting your back and letting you stand, which you failed to do easily. Wanda gave you one last glance before returning to the back.

“So, if you ever need another tattoo, call me.” She handed you a note with her number scribbled on it. “I’ll even give you a discount for being such a good customer.”

[justauthoring]

yours, always.

requested -> ooh since ur writing fairy tail fics now, how abt a gray x ice dragon slayer reader where she just likes the taste of gray’s ice and always convinces him to make her some by -> anonymous

a/n -> it's been a hot minute since i wrote for fairy tail and gray is just adorable so here yall go

pairing -> gray fullbuster x f!reader

want to support me? send me a coffee!

“blegh.”

from across the bar, drying a cup in her hands, mirajane raises a curious brow. “what’s the matter, y/n?”

meeting her eyes, you pout, draped across the top of her bar rather dramatically. your hands stretch out before you, and you not so subtly shove the cup of ice away from you. “i’m hungry.”

“oh,” she frowns, concerned, eyes momentarily eyeing the cup of ice you'd shoved away. “i can make you something if you’d like? you need only ask, y/n. you know that.”

you turn to her, letting your chin rest on the table instead of your cheek and frown, not having meant to insult her. “I know, mira. thank you,” you say honestly, sending her a small smile. “it’s not food really that i’m hungry for, it’s—“

whatever you’d been about to say promptly gets cut off by the sound of the doors open. you straighten, surprising mirajane as you practically leap to your feet. instantly, your head is snapping towards the door, desperately hopeful, before your eyes practically shine at the sight of a familiar dark-haired (shirtless) mage.

“gray!” you call, bounding towards him without a second thought.

at the sound of his name, gray turns to face you, settling once he realizes just who called for him. his face brightens and a gentle smile curls on his lips as his arms widen to hug you, body obviously easing at you, his girlfriend, given how much he’d missed you while taking solo job.

it wasn't even like he'd been gone for that long — the mission had taken no more than two days. it was just rare that the two of you didn't go together, or at least with the rest of team natsu, but you hadn't been feeling well so you'd opted out.

you'd severely regretted that decision the second gray left.

except, you don’t jump into his arms like gray expects, arms shifting to prepare himself. instead, you stop right before him, hands reaching to clasp his wrist and tug it towards your chest.

“ice.”

and he blinks, stunned and confused, the whole thing happening in a blink of the eye to gray. he's dreadfully confused and a little disappointed because he'd been looking forward to that hug and then, your words register and he smirks teasingly.

“and here i thought you actually missed me.”

eyes shifting from his hand to his eyes, you pause. “oh, yes, gray of course i missed you. im glad you’re safe,” you rush out in a way that doesn’t completely seem heartfelt in the way gray had really wanted. but, he guessed, it was that thought that counted?

“now, ice. im starving.”

huffing, gray moves to oblige, not able to deny your request but still pouting about it.

“seriously,” he whines, feeling rerribly unlike himself (only you would have the ability to make him whine), holding his hand and making some ice for you to take. “it’s like you just use me to eat my ice. did you know that i missed you and you were on my thoughts the entire—“

gray halts when he feels your lips press against his cheek.

lips parting, his eyes follow you as you lean back, the ice he’d made for you held safely in your hands as you beam up at him.

“thank you,” you whisper, warm and genuine.

the sight of you smiling at him like that and the sound of your voice has gray short circuiting, cheeks turning a bright red as you move to happily munch of the ice.

“mm!” you exclaims, giddy and satisfied. “delicious. as always. no other ice can compare.”

and it’s silly and stupid. it’s just ice, but it melts gray’s heart and your words mean so much to him that all he can manage is to smile back at you, eyes flooded with love.

"you're welcome," he muses, watching you with adoring eyes. with the ice happily in your hands as you munch away, gray wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he leads you towards a table.

truthfully, he'll give you all the ice in the world if it makes you that happy every time.

and he'd be foolish to deny how happy it makes him that only his ice can satisfy your craving.

[samuraisharkie]

what’s wrong w me water is never more enticing and drinkable then when I see clear or blue water in the wild? like the kind of water that probably shouldn’t be drank bc it’s still got bacteria and shit but it makes my mouth water and no bottled shit will ever compare I want to go back

[daenysx]

those tiktok videos where couples are ranking types of kisses but it’s you and james 🧚🏻‍♀️✨😭 if you write it, thank you very much for your time ❤️

i hope i got this right, thank you for requesting, angel!! reblogs and comments are highly appreciated, please let me know what you think if you like this guys <33333

james potter x fem!reader, fluff (lots of kissing haha)

it's so easy to get james in the mood for trying a new tiktok ranking trend.

he's been obsessed with them lately, keeps trying different stuff just for fun when he waits for you to join him in bed at night. the funniest part of this for you is that he actually takes them so seriously, he gets visibly disappointed when he puts an option in the wrong place and regrets it later.

"i'm gonna show you something." you say, sitting on bed with your phone in your hand.

"what's that angel?" he asks, pulling you closer. "your hair smells amazing, come closer."

you settle down next to him and open the app on your phone. "we're gonna rank types of kisses."

"oh, that's new? i've never seen it."

"i just saw a couple doing it, thought you'd enjoy." you laugh.

"um-yes, please?" he says, seriously. god, you love him so much.

"okay." you hold the phone in front of you. "so, when a type of kiss appears on the screen, you'll give me that kiss and i'll rank."

james clearly likes the idea, he sits straighter on bed. you look at him before starting, he nods.

'neck kiss' appears on the screen and james gives you a perfect kiss on your neck. you love how he pays attention to your neck all the time so it's a clear favorite.

"this can actually be the first one." you say. "but no, three."

'hand kiss' comes next and james kisses your knuckles. "good?" he asks. "i feel like i'm under pressure."

you laugh. "gonna put it in number six."

next one is 'nose kiss', you cheekily rub your nose on james's. "you don't like this so much." he says.

"um, eight."

"i wonder which one will be ten."

'earlobe kiss' appears. "oh my god." you laugh. james kisses your earlobe and it's too loud. "that's ten."

you regret your decision when 'bite kiss' comes next. "no!" you laugh. "don't bite me."

"sorry, angel." he laughs. he bites your arm softly.

"nine."

you put 'top of the head kiss' on number four. "you could do better than that." you say to james, smiling.

"i definitely could." he agrees. "this is hard."

"okay, 'lip kiss' next, you gotta be quick."

james kisses your lips but he hates how there's not enough time. "gonna put it in two." you say. "but number two and number three are just so close, jamie, i'm not sure."

"that's okay, we're totally doing this every night, you can change that." he whispers against your ear playfully.

"oh, wait." you say. 'forehead kiss' comes next. it's definitely your favorite, james takes an extra second to keep his lips on your skin. "that's number one."

"you're so predictable, sweetheart."

"it's kind of your fault."

you put 'cheek kiss' on number five. it could be number four but you feel a bit distracted by james's lips, you have no strategy left.

"what's number seven, then?" james asks.

'french kiss' comes and you laugh so hard, you drop the phone. "yes!" james says, he laughs with you and change your positions on bed. "we're gonna have to do it, you know."

"yeah? for the game?"

"mm-hmm." he agrees. you lay under him now. "for the game."

the kiss is nice because james stops teasing and kisses you with all his heart. you cup his cheek, pull him closer on top of you. your breathing slows down when your tongues meet, james sucks on your bottom lips deliciously. when you're apart you can't get your thoughts straight.

"that's definitely not number seven." you whisper.

"if only i had this much time to do all the others-" james starts, kisses you again. you spend the next minutes kissing with your eyes closed and bodies entwined. your phone is long forgotten when james takes off your shirt.