#so he sneaks bites of strawberry and whipped cream

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So I got this from a book but a truth and dare game with Luke where she has to lick whip cream of him. You can do whatever you want with this prompt but like a smut could be nice.

MDNI. luke castellan x fem!reader

this single request itself made me wanna try it, love you <3

warnings: teasing, kissing, s3xual tension, food play, drinking, oral (f receiving), mutual m4sturbation, unprotected s3x, possessive!luke at times, biting, f1ngering, chocking, also this is SO LONG, I’M SORRY

reminder: english’s not my first language so I apologize for any spelling mistakes.

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The flickering firelight cast dancing shadows on the faces gathered around the hidden clearing. You all had managed to sneak away from the watchful eyes of Chiron and Mr. D for a game night in the woods. The air buzzed with the energy of a rebellion and contagious laughter – a night of games for the older campers, fueled by salty and sweet snacks and stolen alcohol —a sweet thank you to the Hermes’ cabin—. Laughter and playful groans punctuated the evening as truth or dare, with a twist, played out. Two decks sat in the center of the circle – red for dares, blue for truth.

Silena patiently waited as Clarisse read a red card out loud. "Whoever you find most handsome, kiss them" the card declared, "or take a shot." A playful smile spread across Silena´s lips, her gaze lingering for a beat too long on Charles Beckendorf. A blush crept up her neck as the others hooted and hollered.

"Come on, Silena" Connor Stoll, Hermes' resident prankster, prodded her with a playful jab. "Don't be shy, show us who the lucky guy is!"

With a playful toss of her hair, she leaned across the circle, her eyes meeting Beckendorf's for a fleeting moment before landing a quick, chaste kiss on his lips. Beckendorf, caught off guard, sputtered and stammered, his face mirroring Silena's blush. The clearing erupted in cheers and teasing whistles.

The teasing went back and forth, fueling the already lively atmosphere. Next, it was Beckendorf's turn. He scanned the circle, eyes falling on a tall and skinny guy sipping on the last drops of his beer.

“Travis” he called. “Truth or dare?”

Travis, ever the clown, leaned back on his elbows, a confident smirk plastered on his face. "Dare" he replied, popping the r out.

Beckendorf announced the dare after picking up a card: "Take off the socks from the person on your right with your teeth, or take two shots." A collective groan rose from the circle. Lee Fletcher happened to be Travis' unfortunate neighbor.

"Come on, Trav" Luke chimed in, a playful look in his eyes. "Those feet are all fresh and sweaty for ya'." The rest of the group roared with laughter, picturing the image of Travis attempting the sock removal with his teeth.

Travis, with a grimace that contorted his face, finally managed to grab Lee's sock with his teeth and yank it free. He held the sweaty trophy aloft, earning another round of cheers and jeers.

Meanwhile, Luke couldn't help but steal glances at you, sitting next to him. The firelight cast your features in a warm glow, highlighting the soft curve of your lips and the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders like a waterfall. The scent of your perfume, a mix of strawberries and something else he couldn't quite place, filled his senses, making his heart pound a little faster. He found himself captivated by your laugh, the way your lips curved into a smile as you spoke, or the way your brow furrowed in concentration when you contemplated a dare. Sitting next to you felt like being next to a goddess, both exhilarating and intimidating, just like the rest of your sisters; girls from cabin ten.

Wiping a bead of sweat from his brow, Travis scanned the circle, his eyes stopping on you. You met his eyes, a playful sparkle in your own, as if daring him to choose you.

“yn, truth or dare?”

You took a swig of your beer, the cold liquid a welcome contrast to the warmth blooming in your cheeks under his scrutiny. "Dare" you replied, your voice laced with a hint of flirtatious defiance.

A surprised whistle escaped his lips. Clearly, he hadn't expected you to choose the more daring option, you´ve been picking truth all night. He reached for a card from the red deck, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. The silence grew thick as he scanned the card.

A barely audible chuckle escaped his lips as he read the card. "Alright, pretty girl" he began, drawing out the words for dramatic effect, " 'Lick whipped cream out of the person on your left's neck, or take a shot.'"

A collective gasp rippled through the group, followed by teasing comments towards Luke. "Castellan's lucky tonight!" Connor hollered, patting his back. "Looks like you owe cabin ten a thank you, man."

Luke felt his cheeks burning like rubies. He tried to appear confident, as he always was, a casual slouch to his posture, but the rapid thump of his heart betrayed his cool facade.

You just stared at him for a moment, a nervous yet malicious smirk on your lips. You enjoyed the sight of him suddenly all red and flustered, a stark contrast to his usual cool demeanor. He looked as cute as ever. "Well?" Katie asked, shrugging your shoulder playfully. "Whip cream or a shot?"

And how could you resist the dare? A chance for your lips to brush against the warm skin of Luke's neck in a gesture that was more intimate than any game dared to be? The thought sent a shiver down your spine, a delicious mix of excitement and nervousness. Licking the sweet whipped cream off him, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath your lips... it was too tempting to pass up, and the possibilities were simply intoxicating.

Ignoring the teasing catcalls and whispers, you turned to Katie with a sly smile. "Where's the whipped cream?" you asked, knowing full well that Silena had brought a large bag of candy, a can of whipped cream nestled amongst the chocolate bars and sour gummies.

Your question erupted into another wave of cheers and whistles. Luke, meanwhile, felt like his insides were about to explode. He felt like a churning cauldron of emotions – nervousness, excitement, a burning desire dancing in his stomach.

Silena tossed the can to you. You caught it in the air, the coldness of the metal a stark contrast to the heat burning in your cheeks. You met Luke's gaze once more.

"Looks like you're about to get a little messy" you declared, getting on your knees now for a better access. With a sweet but weirdly evil smirk, you shook the can, the hiss of the pressurized cream a prelude to the sweet mess you were about to create.

As Luke held your gaze, a slow smile spread across his face. He knew this was a chance, one he couldn't afford to miss. "Alright" he sighed, chest heaving up and down in one hard and heavy movement, his voice rough with suppressed nervousness but laced with an undercoat of confidence. He tilted his head slightly to the left, offering you a better angle, his final invitation. "Do your thing."

The weight of his words, the vulnerability in his gesture, sent a jolt through you. Luke's neck, bathed in the warm glow of the fire, looked impossibly inviting, the smooth skin a stark contrast to the dark fabric of his shirt.

Taking a slight breath, you placed a few dollops of whipped cream on the side of his neck. The coldness sent a jolt through him, making him flinch and hiss lowly. A wave of whispers rippled through the group, a mixture of nervous anticipation and excited curiosity.

Luke caught a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye. You tossed your hair to the side, the movement exposing completely one of your shoulders. In that moment, under the watchful gaze of the fire and their friends, he felt himself going faintly insane with a mixture of desire and nervousness.

You leaned closer, the sweet scent of your perfume filling his senses. As you both closed your eyes at the same time, the air crackled with electricity. Your tongue, soft and warm, darted out with boldness. Pulling down on the collar of his shirt to avoid a mess, your other hand flew to the back of his neck, holding him gently in place.

The gentle rasp of your tongue against his skin sent shivers down his spine. It was a slow, deliberate movement, almost reverent, seductive, as you savored the sweetness of the whipped cream and the warmth of his skin beneath it.

Your actions were hot enough for his cock to start hardening against his cargo pants, painfully. But he has to thank the gods for luckily sitting in a position in which he was covering it.

He pressed his lips together, and apparently, that made his friends laugh. He could hear the soft gasps of your breath as you worked your way around the whipped cream blob, the sound echoing in his ears like a siren's song.

Luke felt like a live wire, every nerve ending tingling with awareness. He couldn't believe what was happening. The gentle touch of your lips made him feel as if a hundred ants walked down his spine, his heart thundering in his chest. He was trying so hard to hold back a moan.

He tried to imagine something else, literally anything, but whenever he tried, the only thing he could picture was you with him in his room, pouring whipped cream all over his neck and just licking, like a cat, as he tilted his head back and you bit down on his pulse, you whispered in his ear, you moaned loudly, you let him touch you.

He was a dead man.

Finally, with a satisfied sigh, you pulled away.

"There" you said, your voice barely a whisper. "All clean"

Luke opened his eyes, his gaze lingering on your lips, cherry lip-gloss long gone, as you finished licking off the last bit of your sweet treat. You met his gaze. Neither of you spoke.

A loud cough from Connor broke the spell. "Well, that was..." he began, searching for the right words, "intense."

“Yeah” Chris joined in, suddenly grabbing Clarisse’s hand and turning to her. “Can we do it?”

The moment was broken, the playful environment resuming its place. A wave of laughter washed over the group when the night took an unexpected turn. Soon, the whipped cream became a must along your friends.

Travis´ eyes landed on a weak Lee. The following minutes were filled with chaos and laughter as Travis chased Lee around the nearby trees, whipped cream can in hand, finally managing to catch him and plant a sloppy glob of cream on his neck. Lee's retaliatory attempt at tickling Travis only resulted in both of them collapsing in a heap of loud laughs.

The game continued, couples forming and reforming with each dare. Beckendorf and Connor, fueled by a rivalry, ended up smearing whipped cream on each other's faces, resulting in a food fight of sorts. Silena and Katie shared a non-stop giggly mess as they licked cream off each other's cheeks.

Even Clarisse, despite her initial resistance, found herself cornered by Chris.

By the time everyone´s face was sticky, exhaustion had settled in. As the fire crackled down to embers, casting long shadows across the clearing, everyone decided it was time to head back to their cabins.

The walk back was filled with drunken stumbling and whispered jokes. Silena and Clarisse, whose tolerance for alcohol was notoriously low, were stumbling back to their cabins, supported by their patient friends.

You walked behind them, a smile playing on your lips as you watched the scene unfold, bag of leftovers snacks swinging on your wrist.

Behind you, Luke admired your figure bathed in the soft moonlight filtering through the trees. Your hips, swaying with each step you took, were basically asking him to be grabbed, to be pulled. So did your hair, bouncing and shining on its on and he wondered what it would feel like to have it wrapped around his hand. His mind couldn't help but flash back to the way your tongue had felt, flat and warm, against his skin. It was a sensation that gave him goosebumps even now, a memory that made his brain feel like melted butter.

He also found no way of getting rid of his boner. His pants were a little baggy, and his friends were drunk, but still, he was just walking around camp, with a boner, and the girl that gave it to him was walking just five feet ahead.

His train of thought was abruptly derailed by a booming voice. "Alright, guys" Beckendorf announced, his voice thick with concern, "I think I'm going to take Silena back to my cabin" he turned his head behind him. “She seems a little too excited, actually” he says, as you all watch Silena´s figure almost falling to the ground as she reaches the Hephaestus cabin.

The others murmured agreement, offering sleepy goodbyes and pats on the back. You joined the chorus, your voice a gentle murmur.

Unlike many of the other campers, whose siblings populated Camp Half-Blood year-round, you were one of the few who stayed all year, along with Silena some months. With the winter season in full swing, your cabin stood empty, the silence broken only by the rustle of leaves and the occasional curious critter.

"You alright?" you heard beside you.

Luke, walking next to you now, seemed to pick up on your quiet contemplation. He cast you a sidelong glance, his face unreadable in the dim light.

You pulled a small smile from the corner of your lips. "Yeah, just-, realizing I have the whole cabin to myself tonight."

Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

"Well, then" he began, his voice a low rumble, "Want me to walk you there so you don´t go alone?"

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as Luke's offer hung in the air.

"My cabin's not too far away, Luke" you teased, pointing towards a cluster of trees in the distance. A flash of pink peeked through the branches – the lace curtains that adorned the windows. "See? I can practically see it from here. You just really wanna spend more time with me, don't you?"

A faint blush crept up Luke's neck. He wasn't used to being so transparent, especially not around you. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.

"Then I guess" he stammered, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice. "that my company is not wanted?"

You couldn't help but laugh, a melodic sound that echoed through the stillness of the night and ringed inside Luke´s ears. Deep down, you knew that was the furthest thing from the truth. The dare had awakened something inside you, a flicker of something warm and exciting burning in your belly. Looking at Luke now, bathed in the cool moonlight, you saw him differently. The way his hair tousled in the gentle breeze, the way his dark eyes held a depth you hadn't noticed before – it all made your stomach twist and tighten.

You placed both hands on the back pockets of your jeans. “When did I say that?” you ask.

A slow smile spread across Luke's face, mirroring your own. He couldn't deny the truth in your words. This playful back and forth shattered a barrier, revealing a connection neither of you had anticipated. His gaze drifted down to your lips for a second.

You noticed. Just as you noticed his hardened dick hidden inside his pants.

As you continued walking, a comfortable silence settled between you, punctuated only by the soft crunch of leaves underfoot. The thought of him, his touch, his nearness, sent a hot wave through your stomach. It wasn't just about his good looks, though you couldn't deny his attractiveness. It was the unexpected intimacy, which was in fact, not so intimate due to your friends’ stares but, it left you with an empty feeling in your chest. It left you wanting more. More about Luke.

And then, it all just made sense.

As you reached the front door of your cabin, you turned around on your feet towards Luke. His eyes were wide and shiny in anticipation, waiting for you to speak. "So," you began, your voice dripping with feigned innocence, "since my company is apparently so delightful, how about you come inside for a bit?"

Luke blinked, surprised by your sudden offer. "Inside?" he echoed.

"You've never even been inside my cabin, have you? Don't you at least a little bit curious about what it looks like?"

You knew your question was a blatant and dirty lie. Luke likely knew the layout of every cabin at Camp Half-Blood, even though it is true that he only took small look from your cabin when the door was open, never fully stepping inside. But it was a way to gauge his interest. You knew how to play.

Luke shifted on his feet, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He wasn't sure if you were serious or just messing with him, but the invitation, whether genuine or not, was tempting. The thought of spending a little more time with you, alone, in the privacy of your cabin, made him think twice.

"Well," he began, his voice rough with well hidden desire, "if you want me to”

The sweet, cloying scent of perfume hit him first, a heady mix of flowers and vanilla that instantly relaxed his nerves. The walls were painted a soft, rosy pink, trimmed with crisp white molding. Pastel blue and green curtains adorned the windows, their gentle hues echoing in the twin beds adorned with pale blue sheets, a stark contrast to the brown bunks of his Hermes cabin.

Instead of the communal sleeping arrangements he was accustomed to, each camper here enjoyed the luxury of their own space. Twin beds stood side-by-side, separated by a blue dresser that boasted a large mirror and neatly organized drawers overflowing with what he could only assume were makeup and beauty products. In the corner, a chest with your name painted in a cheerful font held your personal belongings, and the space above your bed showcased an assortment of pin-ups – Hollywood starts and sultry singers plastered across the wall alongside a few candid photos of your friends, their faces beaming with laughter.

As Luke took in the scene, you walked further into the cabin, the plastic bag of leftover snacks crinkling in your hand. You tossed it onto the bed, rummaging through your chest for a change of clothes.

Suddenly, a small, gushing sound startled you. You looked up to find Luke standing directly in front of your bed, eyes sparkling like a little kid. In his hand, he held the can of leftover whipped cream, a playful white dollop clinging to his finger.

"Really?" you asked, a surprised laugh escaping your lips as you watched him contemplate licking it off. The audacity of the move, the playfulness in his eyes, made your insides twist.

"Don't judge me" he said. "I didn't get to lick it off someone's neck like everyone else did"

Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs. His words were a playful accusation, but the way he looked at you, the way his gaze lingered on your lips for a beat too long again, it was more than just whipped cream he craved.

You stood up slowly, a smile playing on your lips. Walking towards him, you stopped just out of reach. "Because you didn't want to" you teased, your voice laced with a hint of playing.

Luke met your gaze, his smile fading into a more serious expression. "Honestly, no, I didn't" he admitted, looking down at you from his taller height. "In front of everyone, I mean."

You tilted your head, a knowing smile gracing your features. "Why not?" you pressed, your voice a gentle murmur.

"I was thinking," he began, you immediately catch up on his nervousness, "that maybe... maybe I could do it privately."

A slow smile spread across your face again. “Privately, huh?" you echoed, your voice a teasing murmur. “Who with?"

He scoffed. “Isn´t is obvious?”

A shiver danced down your spine at his words. You couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through you, the delicious anticipation that hung heavy in the air.

With a playful and exaggerated sigh, you sat on your bed, sinking down onto the soft mattress. You look up at him, resting both of your hands behind you, making yourself as comfortable as possible.

He stared down at you, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. He took a second to sit down next to you, the close proximity making your heart beat just a little louder, and the tip of your fingers sweat. The scent of your perfume, a sweet and intoxicating mix, filled his senses.

"Can I?" he asked.

You simply nodded. “Sure” you say. Every fiber of your being was waiting for him to follow in your footsteps, to recreate the intimate touch of your earlier dare.

Bingo.

You were convinced he was going for the same part of your body that you did on his, but instead, you felt the coolness of his fingertips against your skin as he gently pulled down the collar of your tank top, exposing the delicate curve of your collarbone and the top part of your breast.

A gasp escaped your lips as the coolness of the whipped cream hit your skin. Without missing a beat, Luke took tossed the can aside and, mimicking your earlier action, swiped his tongue across the exposed skin.

The cold sensation of the whipped cream mingled with the warmth of his touch, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes, savoring the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

His movements were slow and deliberate, his tongue tracing a lazy path across your skin. It was a stark contrast to the playful swipe you'd given him earlier, a wet touch that made both of you, very clearly, what this whole thing was about.

A soft moan escaped your lips, barely audible but undeniably present. Luke's breath hitched at the sound, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp nip on your collarbone. Luke had bitten down slightly, the sensation sending a confusing feeling towards your chest.

"Gods, Luke, that's-" you gasped, the word dying on your lips as a wave of pleasure washed over you when his teeth grazed over it again. You didn't even care to finish your sentence, too lost in the whirlwind of emotions his touch ignited.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through you. He licked off the last bit of the sweet treat from your skin, mimicking the way you'd cleaned him earlier.

"There" he said, his voice thick with mockery. "All clean."

You stared at him, your eyes glazed over with a desire that mirrored his own. You felt like a wild animal, unleashed and untamed. Sweat beaded on your forehead, your breath coming in ragged gasps from your parted lips. Your collarbone glistened with saliva, a testament to the intimacy you'd just shared.

You couldn't take it anymore.

You smashed your lips against his in a hungry kiss. It was a kiss unlike any you'd ever experienced, raw and desperate, fueled by the tension that had been building between you all night.

Luke, caught off guard for a moment, quickly responded, his kiss turning passionate and possessive. He slipped one hand behind your back, pressing you closer, the other finding its way into your hair, tilting your head for a deeper kiss.

You tangled your fingers in the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you as you fell onto the bed. He followed willingly, his body hovering over yours. That dare. That fucking dare. It had morphed into something far more intense, a stolen moment of passion that threatened to consume you both.

The taste of whipped cream was there, with the heat of his kiss, a bizarre yet strangely intoxicating combination. Your senses were on fire, your body yearning for more. You reached up, your fingers tracing the planes of his face, memorizing the feel of his strong jawline, the slight stubble that brushed against your skin.

As the kiss deepened, his hand found its way under your shirt, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine. You gasped, a mixture of surprise and delight at his touch.

Your response was immediate when he started to graze his fingertips down your spine. You arched your back into his touch, a wordless plea for more. When he reached to your lower back, he grabbed your hip and pulled you impossibly closer to his body.

You felt his boner pocking on your inner thigh. You wondered how many hours he just spent with his dick painfully hardened, because you don’t really remember how many hours have passed since you chose dare as an option.

Your hands were quick to start pulling Luke’s shirt over his head. He only stopped kissing you to fully remove it and toss it to the ground, lips slamming against yours once again. He held a tight and possessive grab at your jaw, he didn’t want to let go of you.

The tip of his fingers trailed down your neck, your collarbone, a slow path down your body and over the fabric until his finger hooked your jeans, using a single had to get rid of the button, and quickly making it disappear along with his shirt.

“Why are you wearing this?” his voice had gone lower, his throat dry. He looked perfect like this, lips glistening with your saliva, hair messy and a finger hooked on the side of your light pink laced thong.

You couldn’t help but roam your eyes down his torso. The many years of training gifted him with a toned and well-worked body. His veins popped out with ease, starting on his biceps and getting more and more noticeable on his hands, manly, big and rough hands. You bit down on your lip for a moment, fingers tracing down his abdomen, he hissed at your cold fingers against his heated skin.

“It’s just my underwear, Luke” you explain. “Don’t like it?”

Instead of answering, the hand that was holding onto your tiny peace of underwear started trailing up your torso, flat against your stomach and all the way up to your sternum. He felt the soft fabric of your bra and gave you a lopsided smile. “I’m just hoping that this is matching”

And he got rid of your tank top. And it was, in fact, a matching set.

Luke couldn’t help but think that maybe you planned it all. Your cute lacy matching set, the empty cabin, the game. His mind started to race, circuits inside his brain working like a machine.

He hovered over your body again, trailing kisses around your neck. You moaned at the first one since he immediately found your sweet spot on the right side of it, goosebumps all the way from your skull to the bottom of your spine. “Was this all-, some plan of yours?��� he asked, rushed voice and breaths coming out in gasps as he started to suck on your neck.

You giggled. “No, it wasn’t. But I was hoping for it-, oh” you moaned, pulling on his hair when he released his suck on your skin with a bop, but you felt his fingers trail up your inner thigh, knuckles brushing against your heated core.

“How?” he asked, slow and painfully teasing movements against your panties, occasionally focusing too much on your clit, making you gasp a little louder as you gripped on his bicep.

“I might have read all the cards earlier” you begin. “And I might have asked Silena to get me some whip cream with your cabin. Just in case I got to-, to do it with you. That’s why I wanted you to sit next to me”

Luke chuckled lowly, beads from his necklace tickling the skin on the base of your neck. “So it was a plan”

“No” you shrug off, feeling his lips against your neck again, sucking greedily. “I just, I wanted it. But I wasn’t sure it was gonna happen. I didn’t know this was gonna happen either”

Luke enjoyed so much the way you couldn’t even speak without letting out a moan or two in every sentence. He felt the fabric of your underwater getting wetter by the second. He listened to you and replied with little “hm’s” as if it was a casual conversation; a conversation in which you had him in your bed, almost naked, as he left bruises down your neck and you had his fingers teasing your entrance, hips rolling against his touch.

“You’re evil” he says. But it’s not you who’s touching him so boldly. It’s not you who leaves him wanting more, it’s not you who teases. But him.

So you let your hand make its way to his cargo pants, slipping past them and his boxers, directly going for his cock. A strangled moan escaped his lips, followed by his chest heaving up and down, surprised by your sudden movement. It felt hot against your hand, hot and heavy and you knew, that it was the hardest Luke has even been.

Your cupped hid balls just for a moment before you started to slowly ascent, finally reaching for his tip. Your fingers wrapped around his length and your thumb started torturous circles around his sensitive head. He sucked in his stomach constantly as you touched him, momentarily forgetting about your pleasure, but you enjoyed this a lot more.

“You really don’t want me to be evil, Luke” you say. “I could be evil and just stand up and make you walk to your cabin, or not letting you fuck me. But I’m not, ‘cause I really wanna feel you inside me, Luke. I really want you”

He let out a long and shaky breath full of relief when you started to bob your hand up and down, and that encouraged him to pull your thong aside, fingers teasing at your entrance. Your own breath came shaky as well when a single finger entered you.

Luke shook his head. “You’re so fucking wet” he pants. He didn’t even touched you properly and you were soaking his finger, lips glistening in your own arousal and leaving a wet patch on your pink underwear. “I need to taste you, doll. Please”

Your chest shakes when you laugh. You think it’s so cute that even though he has a finger buried inside you, your hand wrapped around his cock as you pump him slowly, he still says please, he still asks.

“Do whatever you want to me, Luke. I’m yours tonight”

That’s all the needed to hear. You let go of your hot grip as he steadies himself on your bed. But his hand reaches for something beside him, next to his calve. He brings the whip cream out again. “Can I try something?” he asks.

And how could you say no to his face?

You hold your breath when he leaves little balls of whip cream down your abdomen. You figure it’s empty now, because Luke throws it carelessly to the ground, a soft thud against the carpet on the side of your bed.

He holds your waist steady when you squirm slightly, as if you were about to run away from him. He glances at you for a second, his eyes, dark and dominant, basically telling you to not move a single inch. The plain sight of him, looking at you like that, while his big hands are gripped on your sides, only made you wetter.

He lowers his head to the first blob, tongue agonizingly slow as he only takes the very tip. You whine, you want him to touch you more, you want him to kiss you everywhere, to lick you everywhere, but he only makes it seems like a torture when he stops his movements.

“The more you complain, the more time I’ll take” he said. You nodded to his words, closing your eyes as you tried your best to patiently wait for him to start again.

Soon, you felt his tongue against your skin. This was so much better than your cleavage, so much hotter. You felt his teeth teasing you, attempting to bite but then pulling again, licking the last bit of whip cream before moving down to the next blob. By the time he reached under your belly button, you let out little gasps as his hands massage your inner thighs, dangerously close to your cunt.

He’s not directly touching you, but you feel the arousal getting ticker, and how close Luke’s breath was now to you, so hot and dry. You felt like dripping, even though you weren’t, but you were surely more than ready for whatever it is that he wanted to do to you.

It feels like heaven to him when he finally gets to taste you. He pushed his own head deeper in between your thighs as he groans, as if what he’s getting is not enough. Your high pitched moans fill his ears when his tongue starts slow, little kitten licks over your clit, too soft to even consider them as licks, but it has you squirming and grinding your hips down onto his face, pulling at his curls and asking him for more.

Oh, your sweet pleas. Your moans. Luke feels like a mad man as he start to gently rut his hips against your mattress. And to this point, he’s completely gone in you, too drunk to even care about how loud you were being, how hard he was eating you out, how if someone even tried to walk past your cabin, they’ll hear.

But maybe this is just what he wanted too. He didn’t know how long has it been since he realized he wanted to fuck your brains out, but he always cared about everything too. Where could it be, in a place where no one could see you, how he’d have to cover your mouth to stop you from moaning and letting the others hear you, how he had to pull his dick out slowly and put it back in at the same speed because he knew that if he did it too hard, he’ll become a mess. But he didn’t give a fuck about those things now. He finally had you as he wanted you, why in the world would he care about all those stupid things now?

In fact, he encouraged you. “Don’t hide those pretty noises from me, baby” he panted. “Let me hear you”

He was drooling. He couldn’t help it. You tasted so deliciously sweet, and not because of the whip cream leftovers on his mouth. Yes, it did change things a bit but, he knew how to distinguish what was artificial and what was you. And he loved you. He loved how you couldn’t stop coating his lips with your juices, how your arousal mixed with his saliva and dripped down your ass and onto the sheets.

He never enjoyed a meal so much.

“Luke, wait” you say, pulling at his curls but he only leaned into you more, nose bumping against your clit as his tongue remains inside you. “Luke, I’m gonna cum, wait”

“Then cum” he lifted his head as fast as possible when he heard your words. “Do it, baby.” He noticed the way your thighs were shaking, soothing them down with the palm of his hands.

You shook your head. “No, no” you whine. “I wanna do it while you fuck me, Luke. Please? It’ll feel so good, please”

Luke was starstruck. Oh, how the tables have turned. And how he turned you around too.

You still laid in bed, faced down onto the mattress. Luke had placed a pillow under your hips, ass in the air as he placed himself over you, one knee on each side of your legs. The shaking on your legs had stopped, but Luke noticed how excited you were, how even though you were so fucked up, how a white and sticky mess covered your inner thighs and how your whole body was glistening with sweat, you still managed to crack a smile to yourself as you bit your thumb.

You were driving him crazy. He wasn’t sure he was ever going to be able to look at another’s girl’s face after you. You had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it, and you were just so mean about it, patiently waiting for him to fuck you as he pumps himself a few times, cock harder than it’ll ever be again and his tip leaking with precum.

He placed himself in your entrance, slowly rubbing it up and down your folds, and pushing himself into you at an agonizing pace. His tip was quickly covered in you, glistening with a mix of his saliva and your juices. He tried his best to not let any drop go to waste, getting absorbed by your sheets.

“You wanted my cock, didn’t you, doll?” he asks, pushing himself into you faster than you expected, a loud gasp scraping from your throat. “Then take it”

Your hands instantly reached for the sheets on your sides due to his fast pace, that took the air out of your lungs and started a racing heartbeat inside you, your knuckles quickly turning white as your nails digging into them, but Luke took them both, pushing your wrists together behind your back and holding them there. He used your hands to push himself deeper every time, rock harder, faster.

You were decent enough to muffle your moans in your sheets, but Luke could still hear them mixing with his owns; low grunts, loud gasps and hitched breaths. He had to close his eyes many times to prevent himself from cumming, because what a sight did he have under him.

Your cunt, shiny and coated with a white creamy consistent was sucking him in even when he pulled out. You were so greedy for him. Your walls tightened around him and wanted him to stay there, still, but the rocking of his hips and the gushing sounds of your pussy as he pounded into you was too good to let it pass.

He loved the sound. He loved how you were much wetter inside, making himself feel as if he was pounding into the tiniest and warmest hole ever, creaming his cock and not wanting for him to ever pull out and leave.

He suddenly lowered his body to yours, one hand letting go off his grip to pull your hair aside. “You say you’re mine tonight” he repeated your words in your ear. Your back arched unconsciously, ass slamming back into his cock. “Nah, baby. You’re mine forever”

He let go of your hands, only to place one hand on your throat, pulling you slightly back to him, his fingers squeezing on your sides. Your moans quickly became quite as you tried your best to breathe, but you loved it so much you didn’t even attempt to remove his hand from you.

“You’re all mine, yn” he panted. “Mine. This body,” he gripped on your waist with his free hand, “this pussy, those lips” a ghost of his thumb brushed your bottom lip, pulling down on it. “Mine. Mine. Mine”

He slammed his hips against you repeatedly. You didn’t know when exactly, but you came, and Luke felt it too when the consistent that ringed around the base of his cock became more and more noticeable. And it didn’t take him long to do the same.

He collapsed over your body as you finally gasped for air. You coughed slightly, tears forming on the corner of your eyes but quickly drying out.

“I’m sorry” he said, sliding off you and laying next to you. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah-,” you laugh “Yeah, I’m-, wow”

That made him laugh. His arm wrapped around your waist as he placed a tender kiss on your cheek. His hands then started to run down your hair, all the way down to your lower back. You close your eyes at the feeling, only momentarily opening them to see something red in between your clothes, shining carelessly to the moonlight from your window.

You reach down to grab the empty can. “We should get another one of these” you say.

[bellarkeselection]

Knew Better But Still Picked You

Gif from @alphinias

Honestly I might turn this into a small series because this is the longest request I have ever written. Let me know if you want more parts 😁. Part two. Part three

Request From @loxleys-blog could i be added to the tag list for cole and a request of best friend of jackie who comes to visit her and moves there with her family and falls for cole and cole falls for her?

The car pulled to a stop outside the big Walter ranch household and I saw the front door fling open revealing my best friend from New York running straight for me. Getting out of the car I took my bag out and opened my arms for her. “Jackie Jack!”

“Y/n. I can’t believe you’re here!” She flung her arms around me and we stumbled when we finally embraced one another.

Jackie and I had become even closer than we were before after her family’s accident. The rest of her friends wouldn’t talk to her but I chose to keep our relationship the same. So I basically took the place of her sister Lucy. “Who’s your friend, New York?” I broke away from her seeing a young guy with green eyes and honey blonde hair.

“She’s my best friend from back home, Cole.” Jackie grumbled tugging on my arm trying to get me to leave with her.

Yet I wasn’t going to not introduce myself to him especially since he was really attractive. Walking over to the guy was sitting on a horse with light blonde hair like he had. “Hey there, I’m Y/n.” Leaning my arms on the wooden fence I sent him a grin.

He dismounted his horse and climbed over the fence shaking my hand with a cheeky grin. “Cole, Cole Walter. Have you ever been on a horse before?”

“Can’t say I have.” I replied to him.

His grin only grew. “Would you want to come riding with me?”

“No. No she wouldn’t actually. Because she’s coming to have ice cream with me and my friends. So we’re gonna be going now.” Jackie came rushing forward tugging on my arm and leading me back away from him. Whipping my head around watching Cole staring at us as we went to leave. I parted my lips, finding myself wanting to talk with him more. There was something intriguing about him I just couldn’t put my finger on.

A few hours later Jackie had me meet Skylar and Tara who she had met on her first day of school. We were sitting inside the ice cream shop where I took a big bite out of my strawberry cone hearing the store bell ring. My gaze shifted to the doorway recognizing Cole came through and he waved in my direction. “OMG. That is not a good idea at all.”

“What’s wrong, Tara?” I asked, finishing the bite I had in my mouth confused.

She sent me a raised brow. “You're getting involved with Cole Walter.”

“I’m not involved with him. I just met the guy today after I came in from the airport.” I told her to eat more of my cone.

Lifting my gaze upward Cole was ordering himself his own ice cream and the woman at the counter handed it over to him. Cole glanced my way and I felt my face turn red after I waved back to him without really thinking and Jackie hit my arm in warning. “Don’t go down that road, Y/n. Cole isn’t a good guy.”

“Why not?” I asked softly.

The three of them looked between one another and Skylar was the first to say something to my question. “He’s known to have a lot of hookups and not be up for a real relationship.”

“He sneaks them out of the house. I saw one the first morning I got to the Walter house. Alex can tell you more if that’s not enough of a warning for you.” Jackie explained putting a hand on my shoulder.

Shaking my head I still didn’t see why they were so afraid for me. I didn’t know anything about the guy but he seemed nice enough. “Okay don’t shoot me for asking this but what is the big deal of getting to know him. I’m not going to hook up with him.”

“That’s what most girls think and then he woos them with his charm…” Tara trailed off.

My best friend squeezed my shoulder and I met her concerned gaze. “I just don’t want you to get hurt because of him. You’re basically my chosen sister now.”

“He’s not gonna ever be interested in me Jackie and I’m not going to be interested in him.” I reassured her and we changed the conversation to something else for the rest of the time.

A few hours later after the crazy family dinner I was laying on my side of Jackie’s bed while she was doing some extra credit homework. Staring up at the ceiling I sighed clasping my hands together on my stomach. It definitely was different from the noisy city sirens and other things. Whereas here you could only hear the wind and all the other animal noises. I heard something slide underneath the closed bedroom door where I got up from the bed seeing it was a note. Folding it open the note read “Meet me on the porch if you want to see something cool - C”

Silently reading it to myself I contemplated on going or not eyeing my best friend while she worked silently. I didn’t suppose she would see if I was gone for a little bit. “Hey Jackie Jack, I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.”

“Okay. But use mine. Don’t use the one that everybody else does. Trust me.” She warned me turning back around in her desk chair.

Getting to my feet I snatched my boots out from underneath the bed and a green hoodie without her knowing. Then I headed down the stairs as quietly as I could possibly manage since it was almost midnight and most of the house was asleep. Reaching the front door I snuck through it, closing it gently then walked to the edge of the porch not seeing Cole anywhere. “Cole!” I called out still in a quiet voice.

“Over here, Y/n.” He responded by waving a flashlight from the barn door that he had opened. Rushing down the steps I ran towards the barn meeting up with him where he lowered the flashlight when we were standing in front of each other. “Was wondering if you were actually going to show up.”

Shrugging my shoulders I admitted slightly nervous of what he had planned in the middle of the night. “Gotta be honest I’ve never snuck out in the middle of the night like this. So what do you have in mind, Colorado?”

“I wanna show you something you don’t see in fancy New York.” He drew open a horse stall and walked out the horse he was on when we first met. “This is my horse.”

Taking a step forward I brushed a hand through its mane. “He’s beautiful.”

“Glad you like him cause we’re going to ride him to the spot I want to show you.” Cole responded by brushing his hand through his horse's mane touching my hand when he finished his sentence.

Tilting my head at the Walter boy I must have misheard him. “I’m sorry we’re doing what now?”

“We’re going to ride my horse together so I can show you a special spot.” Cole said again to me shutting the door with his foot holding out his freehand to help me step up on the box that was near where his horse was standing already saddled up. “Don’t worry city girl. I won’t make you ride alone until after I’ve shown you how to ride.”

Eyeing his hand extended to me I couldn’t help but hear Jackie and the others warming to not get involved with the Cole Effect. Yet I couldn’t deny I liked the thrill of butterflies he was giving me so I gave him my hand. “Just don’t let me fall off okay.” He nodded helping me throw one leg over and once I was settled he climbed on behind me.

“Hang on tight, Y/n.” He warned me, pressing his front closely to my back, making my face turn a shade of red as he kicked his horse in the gut and we raced from the barn to the open fields in the distance.

The wind blew through our hair and I hadn’t realized but I gripped Cole’s forearm since he was the one controlling the reins. Probably knowing I might scare the horse and then we’d be in trouble. He finally tugged the reins and slowly dismounted the horse helping me down. He had his horse lay down sitting down on the ground waiting for me. “Come on, sit down.” He patted the grass beside him.

“Okay.” I agree plopping down beside him looking around at the dark woods surrounding us. “So what did you want to show me?”

Cole moved his right hand forward tilting my chin upwards towards the sky. “This is what I wanted to show ya, Y/n.”

I gasped in awe seeing the sky dancing with a million stars above our heads. Blinking through some tears I couldn’t describe what it felt like to see something this bright. “This is incredibly beautiful…” The stars were so bright and even though we had some impressive light shows in New York none would compare to this.

“It’s not the only thing that’s beautiful. You surely can’t get that view in the city.” Cole mumbled, causing me to meet his green gaze.

I paused in my next words still confused as to why he was giving me his time and attention when he was labeled as the most popular boy in this town. “Cole, why did you ask me out here tonight? Not that I don’t appreciate it. I just…I don’t entirely understand why me?”

“I ain’t good with saying how I feel so sorry if this sounds stupid….I just instantly liked you for some reason.” He declares where I didn’t say a word with our gazes focusing in on one another.

Parting my lips I whispered out. “Liked me in what way, Cole?”

“In the way where we can…do this.” Cole whispered towards me before he made my breath catch in my throat seeing him leaning forward about to kiss me.

Half of my brain was telling me to not kiss him and remember the warning and the other half was saying he would be your first kiss and I couldn’t deny that I felt something for him even though all we had done was saying hello. I finally made up my mind and closed the gap the rest of the way kissing him. He responded by scooting closer to me and threading one hand through my hair trailing it down to the side of my cheek before I broke it needling air. “Cole….don’t find this dorky of me. But that…you were my first kiss.”

“I wouldn’t judge you for that. So what are you thinking now, Y/n.” He asked me to try to read my facial expressions but I was still in shock and bliss at the same time.

Hugging my knees to my chest I admitted sheepishly with my face turning red. “Jackie isn’t gonna be happy about this. She warned me to stay away from you….I knew better but I’m still choosing you.”

“Well I’m glad cause I’m picking you too, Y/n.” He draped an arm over my shoulder and I laid my head against his chest feeling my eyes getting heavy since I was getting sleepy. His gaze dropped to mine, tucking hair from my eyes. “Don’t worry about Jackie. You’ve got to live a little in life. Now let’s get you back before you fall asleep out here.”

We rode back to the house and I struggled to stay awake after getting off his horse so he decided to just carry me back bridal style upstairs. “Cole, this isn’t my room…she’ll be mad if I sleep in your room.” I trailed off in a sleepy tone laying my head still on his chest with him laying me down on one side of his bed.

He changed into some shorts to sleep in and crawled in the bed beside me feeling me scoot over to him laying my head back in the crook of his neck like it was minutes ago. “Sssh babe. I’ll take whatever Jackie feels tomorrow morning. Just get some rest.” My eyes fell closed and he dozed off shortly after in a peaceful night of sleep.

That was until the morning came and his bedroom door was flung open and I screamed hearing my best friend bursting into his room. “Y/n, I told you to stay away from him!…Well don’t you two have anything to say?” Rubbing my eyes Cole shifted, holding himself up on his elbow staring down at me silently, neither of us giving her an answer.

Comments really appreciated ❤️ Tag list - @cognacdelights

[rehenys]

God, you're so handsome. ~ T.Wolff

TW: Implied smut, Age Gap, Smoking. Synopsis: Toto and George Russell's Sister are sneaking around.

God, he's so handsome in his vintage Merc and black Tom Ford glasses. With the sleeve of his black shirt casually rolled up, his muscular forearms catch the light. A wisp of smoke hangs between his parted lips as he waits for me at the end of the road, hoping my brother doesn't see us. I drop my duffle bag rushing into his arms and meeting his lips with a sinful kiss. His lustful eyes raked over my outfit, biting his lip But we both know time is of the essence.

Out on the open road of Monaco with the wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck, just us and the ocean. His palm lays flat on my exposed thigh, mindlessly drawing shapes, his fluffy hair tousled due to the wind. His skin was glowing due to the setting sun. We pause to watch the sunset. I lean back against his chest, nestled between his long legs, with his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips against my neck. While my phone rings in the back seat.

5 missed calls from George

It's midnight, and we're tangled up in his sheets. I'm nestled against his side, his warm skin pressed against mine. His hand slowly roams my hip and waist until the teasing becomes too much. I stand over his body, holding him like a python, he canʼt keep his hands off me or his pants on. His lips whispered my name like a prayer.

16 missed calls from George

DAY 2:

In the morning light, he's still as handsome as ever, with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. I press a soft kiss to his jaw. As I try to untangle our limbs, his arms tighten around my waist. I flop back down, giving up on getting out of my safe place. After all, who needs breakfast?

Around mid-noon, we begrudgingly leave the bedroom to have ‘breakfastʼ. Who would have thought Toto Wolff would look so good making eggs? His bare torso is covered in an apron, his dexterous fingers wrapped around the whisk. I just intently stare at him making us breakfast, simply mesmerised, which he notices, he winks before giving me a bowl of strawberries to snack on. We share Crêpeʼs with whipped cream, with my feet in his lap; our lips swollen and his marble skin covered in purple splotches.

26 missed calls from George

It's the dead of night, and he sits on the sofa with his spectacles on, furiously typing away on his laptop, his hair messy from running his hand through it, his face set in a scowl. I just made his favourite Pumpernickel bread, and I have about 45 minutes to kill while it bakes. He looks too delicious right now for me to resist. I stand in front of him with an innocent smile, slowly moving his laptop away. His brown eyes crinkle with excitement, His lips find mine as I tug on his hair, gently massaging it to soothe the sting. He chuckles against my lip, his large palms sinking into my skin as my fingers nimbly unbutton his white shirt. My lips meet the skin between his neck and shoulder, his head thrown back in pleasure.

38 missed calls from George 

DAY 3:

The next morning, I grab my phone while Torger is in the shower, to see a flurry of texts from my brother cussing me out, asking where I am. I calm him down, listing more lies to cover up our trial and he blindly trusts me, my heart heavy with guilt but he would never understand. I repeat it in my head like a mantra till that guilt settles when Toto takes me into his arms, kissing away my problems.

We lay on the couch as I read out loud, my hand running through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut. God, he's so handsome.

I chuckle, my darling all worn out. The simple domesticity of this week has me longing for more. we need to tell my brother, but how can I, this wasn't meant to happen but if I could go back in time I wouldn't change a thing. but my brother wouldn't understand, he has always been protective of his baby sister, and I know he would blow a fuse if he realised I was with his long-time mentor.

Our peaceful weekend had come to an end when he parked at the end of the road; back where we started, His face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl during the drive back. A chaste kiss and I walked up the road back home nodding at the security guard as he let me in giving me a sorrowful look. Stepping through the threshold of my house I switch to being the perfect sister and daughter of The Russells.

I happily greet my brother, feeding lies about my girl's weekend like I didn't spend the whole weekend in bed with his Boss and Mentor. As I head up the stairs he complements my outfit, I thank him with a soft smile but beneath that pretty pink Chanel dress he brought are the bruised hand prints of Torger Wolff with love bites to match.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Strawberry and Cream

Characters : Fatgum (Taishiro Toyomitsu)/ Fem reader

Warnings and Genre : NSFW/ 18+/ FoodPlay/ Oral sex (fem receiving)/ Sexual Intercourse/ Tummy Bulge/ Size Difference/ Creampie/ One Shot.

Summary : A little fun surprise for your man after a long day's work proved to be pleasurable for both of you.

Notes : I cannot believe I haven't written anything in almost a month! But glad to be making a comeback with a little something for one of my favorite pro heroes on his birthday!

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

_ "Sir, is everything okay? I was saying that we'll handle it from here, you have done a remarkable job so leave the rest to us."

_ "Oh right! I'll be off then, good night." the hero responds awkwardly before waving at the officer who is already escorting the bloodied criminal to the police car.

It was just another day's work, peaceful, uneventful, and -frankly- almost boring if not for that petty thief pulling out a gun on a poor cashier who was just doing his job and minding his own business.

It was supposed to be a typical evening of him patrolling the streets and keeping the peace like he always does, but his mind is now whirling out of control thanks to that text you sent him moments ago.

He checks his phone once again, tilting his head to the side and biting down on his lip as his eyes follow the words on the screen.

"How about a tasty treat? I'll be a good girl and wait patiently for you to come home."

He scrolls down carefully to feast his eyes on the attached picture of you holding a can of whipped cream and a small plate of strawberries, while wearing one of his large tank tops that accentuated your cleavage beautifully as it barely hung on your smaller body.

It's enticing, you're enticing, being carelessly provocative to this sweet man despite knowing your effect on him is unfair, but he loves it.

He loves this side of you, the flirty playful one that gives him a chance to spoil you like he wishes to do, since feeling your stimulated body under the tips of his fingers and hearing your melodic whimpers as you reach a blissful release, have always been his true reward..

His smile widens as he finally reaches home, he opens the door hurriedly and examins the hallway with a feverish haste while calling out for you, "sweetheart I'm here! Where are you?"

_ "Welcome home Taishiro!" and there you are, a gleam in your eye as you jump in his ample chest for the usual warm hug that never fails to bring cheerful giggles out of you, "how was work this evening?"

Your teasing continues as you purposely ignore the throbbing stiffness in his pants to plant a quick kiss on the tip of his nose instead.

_ "Don't be mean!" his whine is muffled against your neck, picking you up with ease and marching straight to your bedroom, "I want my treat now."

You cling to him with a squeal leaving your throat, your heartbeat quickens and heat rises in your loins as you brace yourself for what's awaiting.

You sink into the soft bed where he places you gently, pulling him down with you and claiming his lips in the process. He kisses you hungrily while his big warm hands sneak under your shirt to hike the garment up and off of you, "oh, so this is the only thing you're wearing? I like that." he whispers sweetly while caressing your writhing body, swallowing greedily as you're left fully exposed to his flaming eyes.

He's careful not to crush you under his weight, but you're too aroused to care as you keep tugging at him in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.

His lips travel the expanse of your neck and chest, teeth nibbling on your heated skin as he growls impatiently the lower he moves.

From the corner of his eye, he notices the can of whipped cream and the delicious looking strawberries placed on the nightstand awaiting, a discovery that makes his cock twitch and mouth salivate in anticipation.

He leans back, an angelic smile brightening his face as he proceeds to remove his attire, gaze never leaving your flushed skin while stripping off every single article separating him from your restless frame, "I'm getting really hungry sweet face." he beams delightfully, nudging your legs further apart before picking up the can of whipped cream to squirt some into his mouth and lean in to share it with you.

The sweetness tantalizing your taste buds is intoxicating as he deepens the kiss, and a string of the melted treat dribbles down your chin in a voluptuous display.

_ "This isn't going to be enough for me." he whispers softly as he moves away from your glistening lips, taking a moment to relish your needy whimpers and greedy clutches begging for him to be closer.

_ "Taishiro!" your breath hitches and eyes widen when the cool snowy delight suddenly hits your perky teats as he covers the plumpness of your breasts, licking his lips and humming gleefully at the delicious view before him.

He dives in at once to devour your luscious mounds, running his tongue along your sweetened skin and sucking on the hard nipples like a starved puppy.

You dig your nails into his fleshy arms and arch off the bed as his mouth moves lower and lower, the stickiness on his lips smearing over your tummy to leave a lingering tacky feeling behind.

His tongue dips in your belly button teasingly, twirling around the twitching cranny while his hands caress your sides.

_ "Yummy," his chuckle resonates across the spacious room as he eyes you lovingly, arm reaching out to grab one of the forgotten strawberries before crashing it between his teeth, "it's good, but it would taste even better mixed with your juices."

His forwardness causes the brightest blush to appear on your cheeks and an electrifying warmth to spread throughout your whole body, it's amazing really— always has been, how his shameless words never cease to defy the innocent expression that's constantly present upon his features.

He picks up another fresh strawberry, running his tongue over the firm piece of fruit while guarding the same doting gaze as before, his other hand brushes gently against your waist and moves down to ghost over your fluttering cunt.

_ "Taishiro wait! What are you.." and a sudden moan cuts you off as it rips past your throat when he abruptly inserts a thick digit into your sensitive core.

_ "Relax gorgeous, this is going to be fun."

Your eyes— blurry and unfocused, follow the gleaming red as it joins the finger thrusting slowly within you, tipping your head back when the grainy fruit rubs on your slippery clit.

This foreign sensation is too stimulating to resist, kindling a raw thrill that invades your veins and pushes you closer to a certain high.

_ "See? I knew you'd like it." he smiles brightly as he utters, retrieving the coated strawberry to admire before popping it into his mouth and devouring it greedily.

_ "No! Why did you stop?" you whine and thrash in an almost comical way of protesting, you were on the verge of climaxing a moment ago, but his friskiness delayed your wish.

_ "Don't worry honey, this is far from over, the night is still young after all."

A wild tremble shakes you whole as he groans his words, and remnants of the sweetness he shared with you moments ago go down your throat as you swallow thickly. Your eyes are fixed on his raging cock, craving it sheathed within you instead of his teasing finger, but knowing all too well that you'll have to wait a bit longer for it to happen.

He picks up the can of cream again, shaking it lightly while offering you a suggestive smirk before pulling out his finger and spurting some over your cunt, an action that causes your thighs to tense up and a gasp to leave your throat when he swiftly positions your legs over his shoulders to engulf your pussy into his greedy maw.

He hums with bliss as his fat tongue laps up the thick melting sugariness and traces every dip and every angle with incredible care, one of his big hands darts out to encircle his veiny length while the other is reaching out to caress your contracting tummy.

His name moves past your lips in a broken whine, and your fingers thread through his soft golden hair as he delves deeper into your heat.

His strokes quicken around his shaft and his jiggly hips thrust erratically against the mattress, he's enjoying himself immensely, hearing your erotic whimpers and feeling your stimulated body under his brute strength are driving him closer to orgasming.

_ "Taishiro, not too deep please!" you yelp a plea as his tongue rams you faster, knowing all too well that you will not last much longer if this continues.

_ "I can't help it honey, you're too yummy for me to stop." he murmurs playfully, indulging in the sweetness exuding from you as he flicks his tongue up and down on your pulsating clit.

Your grip on his hair tightens and your blurry eyes squeeze shut as his words vibrate against you.

It's hard to hold on any longer and he knows it, he knows you well, understands your needs and desires and happily fulfills them each and every time, "I'm cumming! Taishiro don't stop!" and hearing you utter these words is music to his ears.

He does as instructed, ravishing you fervidly until you're spasming with intense pleasure that messes with you whole, and only halting when you finally fall limp underneath his persistence while pulling on his locks feebly.

Gasps for air, followed by satisfied sighs leave your throat and fill the already warm space surrounding you. Your eyes are finally focused and ears have stopped ringing just in time to hear him speak, "thank you for the delicious meal love, are you feeling alright?"

He sits up as he speaks, licking his lips and swallowing your essence with a content hmm before lowering your legs gently. His sweet smile is brightening his face again as he reaches out for another strawberry to pop into his mouth while awaiting your response.

_ "Kiss me Tai.." you're in a haze still, have barely comprehended his question while your eyes are fixed on the vibrant red disappearing behind his teeth.

He chuckles lively, running a tender touch along your sides and wrapping his plush arms around your waist before pulling you flush to his snuggly chest, "anything for you princess."

Remnants of the distinguished taste carried by your lover spread through your warm tongue as your lips mold sloppily together, addicting, intoxicating, an unusual mixture of fruit freshness and sultry slick.

His large hands ground your incredibly smaller body on top of him, holding and swaying you effortlessly like a ragdoll.

His long beefy cock rests proudly on your tummy, rubbing against you in a show of how deep he'll be sheathed inside you a moment later.

Your lonely cunt squeezes around nothing as warmth starts polling in the pit of your stomach again, your nails dig into the soft flesh of his shoulders and arms, while your hips thrust lightly against him in a futile endeavour to feel him nearer.

_ "So you're ready for me babe?" his lips leave yours and slide down your chin, jaw, neck and collarbone, trailing butterfly kisses along the way and savoring the sweetness upon your skin.

_ "Yes Tai, please don't make me wait any longer." you whimper shamelessly, squeaky voice quivering and hot breath fanning over his face as it leaves you.

He smirks amusingly while helping you up on shaky knees and aligning his enormous shaft with your tiny expectant hole before lowering you on himself carefully.

_ "Fuck! I'm barely in and I'm already losing my mind," he hisses eagerly, almost painfully as your sopping walls squeeze him hard, "relax gorgeous, let's do it slowly."

It's taking everything in him not to plunge you roughly on his dick, but you're eager for more, you want him deep into your core where he belongs, if only he would allow you to take him all in already.

_ "Taishiro, I don't want it slow, please.." you claw at the large hands cradling your butt cheeks, rolling your hips impatiently while whimpering each word.

_ "As you wish princess."

Your eyes pop out of your head and your breath gets caught in your throat as he plants you mercilessly on his penis, the smooth head kissing your cervix with one single thrust before retrieving to the tip as he easily picks you up again.

His husky growls are mixed with your broken moans as he slams into your heat repeatedly, setting an unforgiving pace like you've requested.

_ "Would you look at that, I can clearly see myself moving inside you babe, can you feel me? Right here." his warm palm covers the bulge peering under your flesh, while the other engulfs your bum more securely to bounce you harder on the shaft reaching your gut.

_ "I can.. I can feel you so.. so deep inside." you place a shaky hand on top of his own as words leave your mouth in a slur, the thrilling sensation of his veiny cock rubbing against your insides is heavenly, a sensation that's building up gradually in every fiber of your being.

_ "You're so warm and tight, I want to fill you with everything I've got." he latches on to your neck as he groans, sucking on the soft skin right below your ear.

You can tell he's nearing his own release from the throbbing stiffness grazing your walls erratically, "do it Tai, cum inside me." you're close as well, striving to reach a blissful high together with him.

His long thick fingers slide down your belly and attain your tender clit, caressing the delicate cherry slowly while his thrusts maintain the same momentum.

A sudden gasp escapes you at the added stimulus, and a mumble of unintelligible utterances flow past your lips as the second wave of heat washes over your body and provokes an uncontrollable tremble that shakes you like a measly leaf in his titanic hold.

_ "That's it, that's my girl.. ah fuck! I'm cumming too.." the sound of his voice is rough, and his lunges are somehow harder and deeper than before.

You melt in his big chest and give in to the exhilarating sensation of being filled with his creamy seed, sloshing noises echo off the walls as he thrusts the overflowing semen back into your overstimulated core before finally coming to a halt with his cock still buried deep within you, "that.. was fun.." his eyes follow the half empty can of cream and the couple of strawberries left on the plate, while an innocent chuckle follows his words and a gentle kiss is placed on top of your head as you both strive to catch your breaths, "are you feeling well sweetheart?"

_ "Hmm yeah.. I'm tired though.. and sleepy." your eyes are slowly closing, and your body is already melting against his own.

You wish you could stay that way forever, in his affectionate embrace, safe, protected, and loved.

_ "You don't need to lift a finger gorgeous, I'll take care of everything."

[lawsvalentine]

Hiiii! Hope you're doing well! I'm so excited to ask you this, but it's okay if you are already buried in requests and can't do it. I was hoping for an nsfw Luffy x fem/reader involving whipped cream and fruit. I know it's cliché but I think you would do an amazing job.❤️‍🔥 

Cee’s note: Hello my dear ☺️ thank you for the request and hope you are doing well too. I just KNOW Luffy’s tongue game go crazy😵‍💫😵‍💫

Taste Better On You • Luffy x Fem!reader • (18+)

CW: smut (Food play, LOTS of oral sex ( fem receiving) , tit sucking, use of devil fruit power, tongue fucking, squirting)

Tagging 🤍: @euphofic (my fav Luffy girlie), @csnovas (you highkey inspired him stretching his tongue 🤭), @nympheclipse (i feel like you would like this 😉), @roronoaswifey (no reason but hey pooks 🌝)

“Mmm so good” Luffy hummed, relishing in the taste of the succulent fruit.

You two were currently sat on your bed alongside a bowl of mixed berries and another with whipped cream.

With dating Luffy, you have grown used to this boy’s ceaseless appetite for food. Dating him also came with being dragged in the middle of the night to the kitchen to sneak food out with him.

“You’re lucky we managed to get these out of the fridge before Sanji came”, you scolded, coating the fluffy white cream on top of the strawberry.

“I still think I could have grabbed the meat in time hehehe”, Luffy chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

Your boyfriend was too reckless for his own good. While it was annoying at times, you still found it endearing nonetheless.

You giggled before biting into the whipped top berry. The sweetness made you moan in delight at the taste.

There was a tiny bit of the cream on your top lip and with a devilish grin, an idea popped in Luffy’s head.

Without warning, he leaned towards you and licked the top of your lips causing you to squeal in surprise. Luffy chuckled, amused at your reaction, “Tastes even better on your lips”

Your eyes widened and cheeks burned at his words. Sometimes Luffy’s boldness would leave you speechless and flustered. But it also made your core throb for him.

You eyed the fruit in the bowl before your eyes trailed to your boyfriend’s eager gaze. You grabbed one and placed it between your plump lips. As if Luffy read your mind, he brought his face closer to yours, biting into the opposite end of the fruit. Your lips brushed against each other in the act, the juices from the fruit trailing down the corner of Luffy’s lips down to his chin.

The sight of the juice on his chin made your mind wander with thoughts of your own juices running down his chin.

“I want to try something, Lu”, your voice trailed off, wondering if Luffy would be into it.

“Try what?”, his head tilted, eyeing you expectantly.

“I want you to lick this off me” you said, grabbing the whipped cream bowl.

“Where?” Luffy said, your statement peaking the boy’s interest even more.

You stripped off your nightgown, freeing your breasts from the fabric, leaving you in nothing but your laced panties. Luffy’s eyes darkened with lust at the sight of your exposed breasts.

“Here”, you dabbed some cream on top of your left and right nipple.

You could see the excitement on Luffy’s face. If there’s two things he loved was food and sex with you. So those combined equaled a very eager Luffy. He wasted no time and before you knew it his mouth was on your tits. His tongue swirled over your hardened nub, making you sigh in pleasure. He brought his hand to cup your left tit as he continued to flick his tongue against the cream on your nipple.

He gave your other tit the same attention, sucking the sweet fluffy cream off you. The way his tongue moved against your breast, turned you on so much. You could feel your panties getting wetter with every swirl of his tongue. Your fingers tangled in his wavy dark brown locks, pulling slightly every time his teeth grazed your nipple.

“Feels good, Lu”, you moaned.

Your hand grazed down his slim toned chest to the prominent print in his shorts. You could here Luffy’s whine muffled around you, bucking his hips into your touch.

You smirked at his needy actions, knowing how impatient this boy can be.

“Wait…Y/N!”, his hand stopped you from unbuckling his shorts. You pull away, eyes filled with concern.

“You okay bubs?”

“I want to lick more of the whipped cream” Luffy’s expression was unreadable.

You were about to put more on your nips but Luffy stopped you once again.

“I want to lick it off…”, his voice trailed as he brought his index finger down your belly button to your damped panties, “here”

Oh!

You nod your head giving him permission as you laid your back down against the bed. Luffy hooked his fingers at the sides of your panties, bringing them down your plush thighs. He licked his lips at the sight of your slicked folds.

Luffy’s favorite part of sex was going down on you. Every time he did it, he felt addicted to your taste. Even more addicted to the way he could make you lose yourself on his tongue.

Luffy brought the whipped cream to trail from your navel to your mound. His tongue trailed down, lapping up the cream, causing you to shiver under him.

He wrapped his arms around your thick thighs before burying his face in your sex. You gasped as he devoured your pussy. He ate you your pussy as if he was starved and you were his last meal.

The obscene sounds of his slurps and moans mixed with your cries of his name filled the room.

Your back arched as he continued slurping and lapping up and down your cunt. You ran your fingers through his dark hair before clutching at the strands. He moaned against your pussy, as you brought his face further into you.

You felt a wet muscle press against your hole. You felt his tongue stretch inside you. With his devil fruit powers, he stretched and reached further inside your you. He began to thrust his tongue in and out of you causing you to squirm under him.

“Oh fuck, right there baby”, you mewl as you felt his tongue against your sweet spot.

You could feel your orgasm approaching you at the pace Luffy was fucking his tongue inside you.

“M’close Lu”

Luffy brought his finger to your clit, rubbing it at the same rapid pace as his tongue. The pleasure from his tongue and his finger on your clit was overwhelming. You cried out as your body shook, your juices spraying his tongue.

Stars danced your vision as you rode your high, Luffy slurping up as much of you as he could. Once you’ve calmed down, you were met with Luffy’s satisfied grin.

“I see you liked the whipped cream”, you joked. Luffy chuckled, swiping his tongue against your folds one last time.

“Yeah but you taste way better”

[lovedazai]

LULLABY

about a late night konbini run with nagi makes him reflect on how much he loves you

ft. nagi + f!reader

you’d done the impossible: lure nagi seishiro out of bed.

the sound of your text notifications wakes him, and he blearily reads over your requests for him to take you to the konbini down the street, dotted with doe-eyed emojis. getting up in the middle of the night was such a pain, but so was being without you. when you greet him outside with a sweet smile, wearing the hoodie he left at your house last weekend, he thinks that getting up was worth it.

the sleeves are long enough to nearly cover your fingers, cuffs rubbing against his skin as you hold his hand, swinging your arms lazily in between your two bodies. the buzz of cicadas and the scuff of his shoes against the sidewalk as he drags his feet are the only sounds until you let out a little yawn.

“are you sleepy?” he glances at you as you bump into his body, head resting against his arm.

“mhm,” you nuzzle closer into the fabric of his shirt. “you’re rubbing off on me.”

he wouldn’t mind that. he imagines what it would be like to fall asleep next to you in the familiar comfort of his room, and how your hair might look when you first wake up. would you let him kiss you awake, or would he have to brush his teeth first?

“what are you thinking about?” you look up at him, arm threading around his own.

“you.” he says, always so honest. something flutters in his stomach when you give him that smile he loves so much, leaning up to kiss his cheek. he uses the position to pull you closer to his side, letting you lead him through the sliding glass doors of the store.

nagi trails behind you as you grab a bottle of his favorite lemon tea, following you to the back of the store. he rests his chin on top of your head as you decide what you want, hands slipping into the pockets of your hoodie to hug you closer to his chest. the lights hurt his eyes, lingering sleepiness only encouraging them to fall closed.

even when you wiggle out of his grasp to go to the register, he keeps himself comfortable, hand sneaking into yours and leaning against your side. he doesn’t mind the cashier’s lingering gaze when he nuzzles into your hair, stuck to your side as you leave the store.

“wanna eat here? walking’s such a bother.” he squeezes your hand. he isn’t ready for you to leave him yet. you hum a reply, sitting down on the edge of the sidewalk.

he lets out a sigh as he sits down next to you, close enough for his thigh to brush yours. he pulls his phone out of his pocket, opening up his game as you grab half of your fruit sando from its plastic wrapper, whipped cream and strawberries between soft, squishy bread. he opens his mouth, and you hold it up for him to take a bite.

you take yours next, looking around as you chew. a stray, fuzzy dandelion catches your eye, and you pluck it from the crevices of the concrete, holding it up next to his face.

“it looks like you!” you smile, ruffling his hair.

he blinks at it from the corner of his eye, trying not to shiver when your fingers skim his cheeks as you tuck the stem behind his ear, leaning your head against his shoulder.

the soft breeze caressing his skin and your warm, comforting presence is like a personal lullaby, gently weighing down his eyes and guiding him closer to sleep.

he looks down at you and thinks he couldn’t have been met with a prettier sight. your long eyelashes flutter against your cheeks, squished cutely from where they rest against his shoulder. the light from the store’s sign glows against your skin, and he can smell your sweet shampoo from how close you are. your flyaways tickle his neck, and he itches to smooth them down with his fingers.

you’ve been in the opposite position so many times before, and he wonders if your heart beats just as fast as his is right now when he’s the one laying on you. maybe one day, he’d get to see you like this in the golden light of morning, shining through his blinds, rather than in the dim moonlight, with concrete digging into his ass uncomfortably.

he blinks when his phone vibrates; he was so distracted by you, he died. he swipes the game closed to rest his head on top of yours, intertwining his fingers with your own, pulling them onto his lap.

maybe he can convince you to spend the night with him and finally get the answers to all of his questions. 

he sighs as he thinks of how much of a pain it’s going to be to walk home, even more sleepy now than he was before. you hold up the last bite of your sandwich to his mouth, and his lips brush against your fingertips as he takes it.

he whines when your warm body leaves his side to stand up. contact with you was addicting; he couldn’t get enough, and if he could, he’d never be without it. you start to gather your wrappers, looking at him expectantly when he doesn’t move. 

“carry me?” he raises his arms to you. “it’s only fair. you made me come all the way out here.” 

“did you forget you’re 190 centimeters, sei?” you grab one of the large hands outstretched to you to pull him up, his body practically limp as you help him to his feet. as soon as he’s standing, he drapes his entire body across yours, hands cradling your waist.

“seishiro,” you whine out his full name, and he hides his face in your neck. “nagi.” he kisses below your ear, nose grazing your jaw.

“i don’t know who that is,” he mumbles, and he feels the goosebumps raise on your skin against his lips. “only know sei.”

“sei,” you reach up to rub his head. your tone drips in sugary sweetness, and he laps every word up. “please get off of me so we can walk home?”

“don’t wanna.”

you sigh, hand falling out of his hair. “fine. guess i won’t be able to sleep over then. we’ll be stuck here all night.”

you feel the drag of his eyelashes against your neck as he opens his eyes. “really?”

when he straightens his back, he’s met with your pretty smile, just for him, and he knows it’s the last thing he wants to see before he falls asleep tonight, and the first thing he wants to see when he wakes up tomorrow.

he slides his hand into yours once more, energy renewed as he pulls you toward his apartment. he slips your intertwined fingers into his pocket, warming you up as the nighttime chill covers the two of you. his eyes are lidded, limbs heavy, but he pushes forward. the walk home wouldn’t be too bothersome if he had you with him, especially if at the end, he’d be snuggled next to you in bed.

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"Hungover with video games"🥞‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Jack Hughes

 Jack Hughes fluff. Y/N=Your Name, N/n= Nick Name, Y/F/MK/C= Your Favorite Mario Kart Character

Word Count: 704

Jack Hughes/New Jersey Devils

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the night before you have had a bit to much to drink, so you had laid on the bed with a hangover and headache not bothering to get up or shower not even brush your teeth. Looking to the side to see Jack was gone, maybe at practice or with his brother, you didn't know, you just needed pain killers, but the scent of pancakes filled your nostrils making you drool the tiniest bit. You slowly got out of bed a bit wobbly but managed to walk down the hallway into the kitchen to see Jack standing next to the counter with pancakes cooking, while he was scrolling through Instagram. 

you decided to sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist earning a little laugh and "Morning N/n", you chuckled looking at the stove "Morning" your voice scratchy and low. You looked up to Jack hugging him lightly eating a strawberry from the plate. "I do have practice later but I think Quinn and Luke might come over" Jack said going to flip the pancakes and taking out the whip cream, "that's good we could all hangout and play some games" you said going over to the fridge to pour 2 glasses of orange juice for yourself and Jack and setting them on the island. "maybe watch a movie or play some games" Jack commented  placing the pancakes on plates and setting them next to the glasses of orange juice.  You and Jack ate every last bite of pancakes and every last sip of orange juice.

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"Can we please head back to bed, I just want it to be me and you and to get rid of this headache" Y/n complained seeing Jack get up and taking both your and his plates to the sink "later you know i have practice" Jack said looking at his phone seeing the message from his brothers "well they can't make it, Quinn's stuck in Vancouver for practice and games and Luke is busy with practice, same with me, that reminds me i should get ready" Jack said heading to the room to get changed for hockey practice, you soon followed him into the room and getting back into bed whining about your headache. "I'll be back later and just take some pain killers, I Love you" Jack said kissing your forehead and leaving, and leaving you alone to sit and sulk with your headache. Time had passed and Jack returned with sweat on his face, "please Jack come join me in bed already" you said "I will just let me take a shower first!" Jack said putting his gear in the closet and grabbing his towel and heading to the bathroom and turning the water on, you on the other hand were being an Ass and also being clingy, you just wanted to lay in bed with your boyfriend and sleep or play some games, so you head into the living room to get the Nintendo switch and some chips, Jack had already come out of the shower in just  sweat pants and was sitting on the bed, "can we at least play some games before bed?" you whined handing Jack the chips and placing the switch in the dock "Fine but were gonna play Mario kart 8" Jack said all that came out of your mouth was "Fine but I'm gonna be Y/F/MK/C" you said grabbing the switch joy con and pressing the character while Jack was Mario. An hour had passed and Jack was winning most of the laps, but alas your headache got the best of you and you had fallen asleep on Jack's shoulder. Once Jack noticed her had went to put the switch away and put you under the cover, kissing you on the forehead, "Night Y/n" Jack said laying his head on your chest

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I had taken no effort but lots of time to put detail into this, it had taken me a week to finish this mainly just dealing with school. but this is for practice this story.

[angelwoozi]

cherry kinkmas (csc)

pairing: boyfriend!cheol x afab!reader

summary: strawberries and cream, or cherries and cream — your boyfriend treats you in the sweetest way possible on christmas morning, also succeeding to sneak a taste himself.

genre: smut, est relationship, 18+

wordcount: 1.3k

warnings: swearing, kissing, non penetrative kitchen sex, food play, cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, clit biting, pet names, cherries & cream ;)

note: merry christmas (kinkmas). this is my brainrot and lemme tell you not one of my best works!! but it's cheol so it works!!unedited as always!

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Seungcheol's fingers trace your face as you stay with your ass perched on the kitchen counter.

Your boyfriend has plans to end the christmas breakfast by fucking you on the kitchen counter, and you'd be a fool to not comply with him.

So now, here you are. Perched on the counter with your legs spread and pussy dripping wet for him, only wearing your ugly sweater. Your boyfriend is pressed up against your form as his mouth finds solace on your lips and his hands on your face, cradling you oh so gently – as if he isn't going to destroy you the first chance he gets.

"Cheol." you sigh when his lips move to your neck, sucking and biting. He hums against your skin and places his hand on your thigh.

You know you are done for when you see his other hand inching towards the bottle of whipped cream on the counter.

Shit.

"What, what are you trying to do, baby?" a little breathless, you manage to ask.

"Shh. Don't you trust me?"

You could feel his smirk, rather than see it, with your eyes fixed on the way he takes the bottle in his hands and shakes it.

"I do, of course."

"Then just enjoy." he leaves a chaste kiss on your collarbone, "Cause I'm fucking hungry right now."

Fucking hell.

His mouth finds yours again and his tongue attacks yours, savoring every taste of you. You moan into the kiss and he grabs hold of the back of your head, pulling you closer. Meanwhile, his other hand travels to your thigh and you immediately gasp when you feel a cool sensation on your inner thigh.

He is spraying the cream on your inner thigh – way near to your center. God.

"Baby." a sudden whimper leaves you when he falls to his knees in front of you, not breaking eye contact with you.

"Mhm. This smells so sweet." His tongue darts out as he licks a bit of the cream off your thigh,"especially near your pussy." and your knees threaten to tremble.

You close your eyes and tip your head back, hands finding home in his soft locks as he holds you by your knees and dives deeper and licks a stripe up your thigh, all to your pussy. The whipped cream on your thigh has almost vanished, and the feel of his tongue on your skin sends chills down your spine, you tugging at his hair a little bit and staring at the way his tongue flicks.

Seungcheol licks his lips when he pulls away, after making an absolute mess between your legs, still not where you want him the most though.

"Please, cheol."

"Aww look at you. A mess and begging for me. Such a good girl." he coos at you and simultaneously brings his fingers to your center, slowly parting your folds with his index and middle – rubbing a pattern.

You whimper and inch closer to him, especially when his thumb finds your clit and rubs it in circles, taking his time. He inhales and hums against your mound, your knees trembling at that.

"So sweet." he sighs and finally enters you with his finger. You arch your back and bite your lip, seeing his pink pout and knitted eyebrows.

So fucking hot. And adorable.

He pushes into you until he is knuckle deep, and curls his fingers so they hit all the right spots deliciously. His name leaves your mouth unconsciously and he chuckles, the sound resonating against your bundle of nerves and sending a shiver up your body.

At the moans leaving your mouth, Seungcheol surprises you when you register a cold, soft feeling on the skin of your mound – looking down to find a glob of cream smeared over there.

You almost cry out when he dives forward and licks the cream off. Skillfully moving his tongue across the small expanse of your center and making a fresh wave of arousal gush to your entrance.

"Finally. I must say the cream is not as sweet as you." You'll rip his hair out if he makes you more flustered than this. Can't he shut up for your own sanity?

"Shh." you manage to say but immediately end it with a yelp when your boyfriend grazes his teeth at your clit and bites it playfully.

"You only have to relax, don't tell me what to do."

Fuck off.

You want to say, but you dont. Your clit is dear to you and so is your boyfriend – and so is your sanity. So you won't.

He enters you with another finger and your breath starts getting ragged. His tongue cleans up the mess he made – you added to it and moves lower to your entrance, circling the area around his fingers and your insides light up with bliss.

You wanna fly and fly at the feeling this brings to you. Only his fingers are enough to push you over the edge. But him being him, he removes them from your dripping hole.

You whine at the deprivation of pleasure but before you can utter a single word, his mouth attacks your pussy, and his tongue enters you immediately. He slurps at your juices like a man starved and all you can do is thrash in his hold as the sounds leaving your mouth are incohorent and loud. Very loud for a peaceful morning, but goddamn if you care.

He can't speak no more, and for that you are glad. Cause one single word in that sultry, deep voice of his and you'd tumble over the edge. Still, his tongue does the work when he fucks you with it like a god, savoring each and every inch of your cunt.

The knot tightens in your core when his fingers mindlessly toy with your clit and mind soars through the sky.

"Im close." a squeak of a warning cause the next second you let it go, your orgasms washing over you in waves as your mind whirs to place itself in reality. You know you can do this all day, but your body can't and you struggle to take in a breath when the high settles down.

A feeling pokes between your legs and you belatedly realise that Seungcheol is still lapping at your folds, licking you clean of your orgasm. But the pain is killing you now.

"Baby, no." he immediately pulls away and leaves a tender kiss on your knee.

He stands up and his face holds the most fucked out expression ever – with his lips glistening due to your slick and eyes darkened, a lazy smirk tugging at his pink full lips. You immediately pull him to you and smash your lips onto his.

The kiss is slow, passionate and everything needed for you to get worked up again. A cold thing taps at your cheek and you move your head to see him holding a cherry in his hand?

Uh oh.

"You're so fucking sexy." He says as he slots the cherry between your lips, while looking like the mortal equivalent of a fucking greek god.

You almost purr but obediently keep the cherry between your lips, your eyes wide and inviting. Not holding himself back, he kisses you again, this time crushing the fruit in the process, as rich juice trickles down your chin and makes a mess on your face, as well as his.

Oh what a sweet start to this day.

Your pussy aches once again, and you drape your hands on his shoulder, pulling him closer to you, when you faintly register a hardness poking you.

Oh you were done for.

He licks the last of the cherry pulp from your lips, ridding you if the seed and the waste and wishes you – not hesitating to lift you in his arms and head to the bedroom.

"Merry Christmas, baby."

Oh what a christmas.

© angelwoozi

-- feedback of any kind will be appreciated :D

[pretty-toru]

piece of cake┆toji fushiguro

୧ genre: fluff

୧ wc: 500+

୧ synopsis: tricking toji into eating more fruits and vegetables.

"Hey Toji? Can I ask you something, and I want you to be completely honest with me."

"Huh? Okay." He cocks a brow at you, growing uncertain about where you're going with this conversation as the flashing screen of your chosen romantic comedy show continues. When you spring a question onto him like this it’s almost unpredictable what the next words to leave your lips are, given the seriousness of your face and the atmosphere around you.

"Am I weird for liking fruit cake, but without the fruits?"

"What?" He breathes out a soft chuckle. "Isn't that supposed to be the best part?"

"Hm." Silence befalls you as you quickly recall the short-lived experience of the dessert you enjoyed just moments ago before giving him your honest review. "Personally, the best part is the puffed pastry base and the layer of custard on top. The fruits just doesn't do it for me. It's probably the glaze they use to gloss over it which makes it taste... almost flavorless."

"You like what you like, and you don't like what you don't like. Nothin' wrong with that." Toji says with a shrug of his shoulders, then he juts his chin toward the messily arranged plate of sliced strawberries, peach wedges, half-moon kiwis and tangerine slices covered in remnants of whipped cream and custard held in your hands. "But if you're not gonna finish it, give 'em to me."

"Really, you want it?" You're somewhat surprised that he would want to eat your leftovers but you're grateful to him for offering his services since you'd hate for anything to go to waste. As you hand Toji the plate, he suddenly stops his movements just after you released your grasp from it and he carefully glances from the remaining contents on the porcelain dish to your innocent face.

"Huh." He quietly utters as though some revelation suddenly came to light. "This your idea of getting me to eat more fruits? You're always going on about how I'm never getting enough of it."

"Heh, guilty." You smile almost sheepishly, but you weren’t being untruthful even with the touch of hidden ulterior motive. After all, it was a simple solution where you can enjoy your favorite parts of the dessert and Toji gets nutrients from something plant-based. "But I honestly don't like the fruits on fruit cake so can you pretty please finish it for me?"

"Alright, alright. Jus' didn't make you out to be such a picky eater." He goes to pick up the fork that looks comically small in his large hand and takes a bite of the sweet strawberry and peach expecting it to taste completely bland as per your description. And now he's silently judging your taste buds. "It doesn't taste bad?"

"Well great that you like it! You're really helping a girl out with this teeny favor so thanks Toji!” You let out a small giggle, pressing a firm kiss to his cheek and being proud of yourself for sneaking healthier options into his diet.

[shinycupcakebaker]

For @sweetwhispersofchaos and @starlightmoon2020

A little sneak peek for y’all and anyone else who might wanna read this.. This was written on my phone, so it might be a bit wonky. idk

Untitled Bob Floyd fic (possibly titled The Journey)

Pairing : Bob Floyd x reader (nicknamed Siri, for reasons to be explained in actual fic posting)

Synopsis : TBD (I’m still writing/figuring it out)

~Present Day~

You winced slightly as a sliver of light fell upon your face, burying your head into the pillow as you heard hushed voices. The tinny squeak of wheels had you shifting in bed ever so slightly. A throbbing in your temple was replaced by a soft kiss. The bed dipped as someone sat next to you, rubbing your back, and whispered, “Good morning Mrs. Floyd.”

You turned in bed and sat up, taking Bob’s hand in yours and smiled. “Good morning Mr. Floyd.” Glancing at the rings adorning both your fingers, whispering, “We really did that last night, huh?”

Bob quirks an eyebrow and you quickly place a hand on his cheek, knowing some of the thoughts that might’ve popped into his head and smiled, “No, no Bob. I know what you might be thinking. I do not regret this one bit. It is just so spur of the moment and sudden.. something that we would’ve never normally done and….” Your words were cut off by the quick placement of lips upon yours. Sighing softly, leaning into Bob’s chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pulled you into his lap, deepening the kiss, and cards his fingers thru your hair. Nipping your bottom lip, chuckling softly as he mumbles, “Siri, I know what you mean. It’s okay. Let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold. The guys will probably be knocking on the door for golfing soon.”

Pouting as you slowly pull away, pulling the bed sheets around your upper body as Bob stands and holds his hand out to you. Taking it and shuffles out of bed towards the small table by the window with him. Bob grabs the fluffy bathrobe hanging on the bathroom door and holds it out to help you into it. Tying the belt around your waist, discarding the bedsheet and sits as Bob pulls the chair out for you. “Room service? What did my wonderful husband order?”

Looking up at Bob as he leans down and places a sweet kiss on your lips, “All my beautiful wife’s favorites. French toast with sausage, OJ, coffee, strawberries with whipped cream.” With a flourish, he removes the cloches from the plates. Giggling as you remove your silverware from the cloth napkin and starts to cut into the French toast. Moaning softly as you chew the fluffy, maple-y bread, “This is good, but not as good as yours Bobby. Thank you.”

Pink tinges Bob’s cheeks as he digs into his scrambled eggs and bacon. He eats fast, washing it all down with a large gulp of OJ, standing up from the table. Walking over to where you were sitting, kisses the top of your head. “The guys will probably be here soon. I’m gonna shower and get ready.”

Looks up at Bob, taking his hand, smirking. “You know, I could join you.” Closing his eyes and moans softly, squeezing your hand.

“As much as we both would enjoy that, I don’t want the rest of the Daggers ‘ruining’ this. But when I get back, I will hold you to that.” Sheds the robe he was wearing and tosses it to you as he walks to the bathroom. You bite your inner lip as you contemplate following Bob into the bathroom, but he was right. Last night was a spur of the moment thing for both of you. No one knew. You had taken advantage of what Las Vegas had to offer. You knew it was cliché but everything felt right. Seeing Bob so relaxed and happy, everything just fell into placed. Nat’s text tone pulled you from your daydream, you stood and grabbed your phone from the nightstand.

Nattie: We have a spa day in a hour. You better be ready Siri!

Y/N: Don’t worry, I will be. Meet you in the lobby?

Nattie: Sounds good. BTW, where did you disappear to last night? Fanboy said Bob disappeared too.

Y/N: I went back to my room. I was getting a headache from the champagne and noise. I haven’t seen Bob yet this morning.

Chuckling softly as you sent the text to Nat, Bob exited the bathroom. “What’s so funny my love?”

Setting my phone on the bed, admiring the view in front of me. “Nat’s texting me. We have a spa day planned. She was wondering where I disappeared to last night. Fanboy also noticed you disappeared.”

Bob sits down next to you, groaning. You turn slightly, wrapping your arms around his waist and kisses his shoulder. “It’s okay Bobby. I just told Nat that I was getting a headache from all the noise and champagne.���

Smiling softly, Bob wraps his arms around you, “It’s a good thing Nat wasn’t here to hear you say that. You’re a terrible liar.”

Scoffing and smacking his chest. “I am not a terrible liar.” Bob quirks an eyebrow at you and rubs his chest before grabbing your hand. Lacing his fingers with yours and brings your knuckles to his lips, kissing them softly.

Your features soften and you lay your head on his shoulder, “Okay, I maybe a bad liar but not a terrible one. And that one time wasn’t my fault, Rooster just can’t bake to save his life.” You laugh, remembering the time that Rooster attempted to help you at the bakery and made the saltiest chocolate chip cookies known to man.

Bob laughs, remembering that time all too well and kisses you. He pulls away reluctantly and stands up from the bed. “I have to get changed, love.” Pouting, you slide back against the headboard and watch him get dressed for the day.

“You know, before I woke up, I was having the best dream.” You mention to Bob as you look at the ring on your finger, twisting it. His head pops out of the white polo he was pulling on and smiles.

“Oh, you were? What was it about?” Bob sits back down on the bed, lacing up his golf shoes.

Laughs softly as your cheeks warm with blush. “The first time we met. At the Hard Deck. I was so nervous. Nat kept telling me about her back seater who was perfect for me. And..”

“And then I spilled my drink on you.” Bob hangs his head.

“But it was only water and you were the perfect gentleman, like always.” Placing your hand under his chin, lifting his head to look at you. “I wouldn’t change a thing about that night Bobby.” Leaning forward, you kiss him, nipping at his bottom lip.

Pulling you into his lap, snaking his hands into your bathrobe. Running one hand up your back as the other cups your breast. You straddle his hips, racking your nails over the soft fabric of his polo just as there was a knock at the door. You both groan, breaking the kiss. Bob leans his forehead against yours, mumbling, “That’ll be the guys. I have to go, but I don’t want to.”

You slide off his lap, standing and pulls him up to you. “I know, but if you don’t, they will just bust their way in here somehow.”

Kisses you again softly, Bob places something in your hand. You look down to see his ring in your open palm. “Hold onto that for me. I’d really rather not have to say anything to the guys just yet.”

You nod, understanding what he meant, when there was another more insistent knock at his door.

“Come on Bob! We know you’re in there. You got a stripper in there or something?” Hangman yelled from the hallway.

You quickly kissed Bob, pushing him towards the door and you headed into the bathroom. “I love you. Have fun. Don’t let the guys give you too much grief.”

Bob nods and slowly heads to the door. “I love you too. Have a fun day with Phoenix.”

You closed the door to the bathroom as Bob opened the door to his room. “Haha, yeah.. good one. We ready to go Hangman.”

Hangman clapped his hand on Bob’s shoulder as he pulled him out into the hallway. Muffled exclamations made you laugh as you turned on the shower.

[ymaohoh]

“We could always just…do it anyway?" - Fic - Oneshot

"Packet’s ripped, sweetheart. We seem to be without a condom.” His fingers stilled and Chrissy was biting her plump little lip that tasted of strawberries and magic. She was watching him closely, her cheeks flushed and panting from being so close to what promised to be a world-shattering orgasm. “We could always just…do it anyway? Without a condom, I mean.” Eddie and Chrissy have unsafe sex against a wall. Eddie's POV

Porn with very little plot. Oneshot. Rated very Mature. Use protection kids.

Word count: 3,630

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So Chrissy and Eddie are animals, right?

For some wild crazy reason Chrissy can’t get enough of Eddie, and Eddie believes firmly that any time spent not kissing or touching Chrissy Cunningham is…well, a fucking travesty really. They’d only been together as boyfriend and girlfriend for a few months but already it was ride or die and they both submitted to this without reason or logic or hesitation. They’d bought non-refundable one way tickets for the ride of their lives and they were so fucking blissfully messed-up happy.

They couldn’t do much about it in his crappy trailer (the walls were so thin, man, and Wayne worked random hours. He wanted his baby to scream and pant without worrying about being overheard, okay? And besides…it was cramped. Chrissy was a champ but it must’ve been embarrassing sneaking into the shower, freshly fucked and bow-legged - fuck yes, while his uncle slept nearby)... so that meant having to think outside the box if they wanted undisturbed one on one time. And…boy… was Eddie crafty. Creativity had always been one of his strengths and he rose to the challenge like the DM he was born to play.

Hotels and motels and all that sneaky stuff cost money and he was saving for his future now (their future) so they were out. His van was okay but the suspension was taking a pounding and there wasn’t room in the back for all the crazy shit Eddie wanted to do to Chrissy’s perfect and flexible body. Chrissy’s place was also ruled out because (you know) her parents despised him entirely and were one shit-eating grin away from kicking Chrissy out which wasn’t the worst idea (he would never ever forgive them for the spiteful lies they twisted into Chrissy’s brain about food and her body and…ugh) but they were so close to graduating and Chrissy wanted to go to college so…yeah, her place was a no go.

(Not to say they hadn’t fooled around there when Eddie braved the trellis beneath her window (like Romeo and Juliet right?) but Chrissy could never really relax and it wasn’t as fun. He would love to fuck her in her parents bed as a solid fuck you but Chrissy wasn’t quite there yet. Maybe he’d suggest it right before they fucked off to California or wherever she wanted to study. Eddie would follow her wherever, obviously.)

So really that left sneaking around and finding whatever stolen moments they could. Rick’s place by Lover’s Lake (still in prison - hang in there buddy), their picnic bench in the woods, the empty locker room after cheer practice, backstage at The Hideout. Fucking whenever he could get her alone really…and all the other spaces in the inbetween? Well they were filled with making out, groping, sucking purple marks on their necks. You get the drift. Chrissy was like a strawberry sundae with whipped cream and sprinkles and he was starving.

So yes they were the queen and king of PDA (Queen takes King, naturally) but their friends, to their credit, didn’t protest too much because honestly it was a long time coming and they were just happy they didn’t have to put up with anymore longing glances or Eddie’s soft eyes. They still mumbled words like disgusting and perverts and can’t you at least have lunch before you start sucking face, Jesus when Eddie and Chrissy got really ramped out…but it was cool.

They were sex crazed maniacs riding the waves of hormones and lust and love, falling deeper and deeper into whatever sin your chosen deity prescribed to.

(Chrissy had hang ups like this at first - another gift from her mommy dearest - but when Eddie ate her out for the first time she’d cried out such wicked delightful things that made even Eddie blush).

However, they might be dumbasses in love for the first and last time but they 99.9% of the time practiced safe sex. Despite giving much evidence to the contrary, Eddie wasn’t a complete fucking idiot and he always made sure to have protection ready to go. Like he said, they had big plans after graduating, and though it might’ve been hilarious to invite Mrs Cunningham to a shotgun wedding (trailer trash all the way, baby), he knew Chrissy wanted to wait for all that stuff and what she wanted she would get. As for Eddie? Well, he was a simple fellow - he’d knock her up and marry her tomorrow - but liked the idea of driving Chrissy around California and chasing their dreams even more. All that romantic stuff, right? He wanted it. Fuck, he loved her so much.

Yet, even the best laid plans sometimes get a little crooked and maybe Eddie was a bit of a fucking idiot. Chrissy would afterwards blame the weed and Eddie blamed Chrissy’s perfect tits, but that’s besides the point.

The night in question took place after a spectacularly awesome gig at The Hideout. It was the first time Chrissy brought along her cheerleading friends from the team (which made his bandmates fucking gag) and the twerps from his D&D circle came too with their babysitting club which meant Harrington, Wheeler, Buckley. Besides those fun new additions, there was an actual crowd. Not huge by any standards, but it was a decent turn out for Hawkins. Word seemed to have traveled that watching Corroded Coffin might actually be a good night out and for the first time in decades The Hideout staff had to earn their wages. Enthused, the band were on their A-game and Eddie had never played so fucking well.

Plus Chrissy was standing front row jumping around like a freak and whooping (like his own personal cheerleader) and looked so pretty and wonderful and fuck. What a rush. He was riding a high.

So afterwards they rolled some joints backstage to chase another illicit high and ordered more beers. It wasn’t a party exactly but they had some well-earned fun. By the time last orders were called Gareth had to be carried to his car. It was so rock and roll.

Which left Eddie and Chrissy utterly and blissfully alone. You can see where this is going, right?

It was actually impressive that they managed to clear up and carry the rest of the band's equipment outside to his van, before totally sucking face. Eddie was amped up and grinning like a maniac because Chrissy was singing his songs under her breath and wearing the shiny strawberry lip gloss that drove him wild. She was wearing a baby blue summer dress that made her look like a fairytale princess (floaty sleeves and all) but it was short enough to show off her creamy thighs. It was one of his favourites (and when he asked if she’d worn it on purpose, just for him, she’d blushed and said of course, dummy he’d felt on top of the world).

So Eddie pushed Chrissy back against the alley wall and kissed her until they were breathless. He became totally lost in the magic of her like he always did, and melted when her talented little fingers slipped beneath his heavy belt.

“You witch,” he said. His voice sounded loud and heavy. “Weaving your dark fairy magic on me.”

Chrissy laughed and it sounded breathless and happy. Christ, maybe she really was a witch? He was in her fucking thrall, alright. She looked like a fairy in that dress and with those big twinkling blue eyes. Her long blonde hair (kissed by fire and sunsets and summer so it looked pink) fell down her back in waves. Seriously, how the fuck had he ever ever managed any of this?

His fairy-witch-elf-angel kissed him again. “I thought you were supposed to be the one with powers. Didn’t you seduce me away from my perfect wholesome boring life with your black magic?”

“And blood sacrifices to Satan. Don’t forget those,” Eddie reminded her. Her fingers roamed lower and traced against the length of his cock which of course was already hard and ready. “I’m not some cheap date you can seduce and fuck in an alley, you know.”

“You sure about that?”

Eddie cradled her face in his hands and dragged her mouth up so he could kiss into it slow and deliberate. She goddamn sighed into his mouth and he felt her body uncurl like a fucking flower for him. He didn’t think he would ever get enough of doing this to her and it still blew his mind that he was the one who could coax and draw out such reactions from her. Chrissy was so wonderfully responsive to his touch and well…him.

He moved one hand beneath her skirt (dresses were the best) and against her panties and yep…Chrissy was already so so wet for him.

“You’re such a groupie, Chrissy Cunningham.”

He pushed aside the thin material and traced a finger around her clit in a way he knew made Chrissy melt into a puddle of syrup and honey and all things sweet.

“Only for you, Eddie,” she whispered. She shut her eyes and let her head roll back against the brick wall. “You played so fucking well tonight, baby. You looked so good. I was so proud of you.” And just like that she was no witch or fairy but a goddamn angel. Eddie pressed kisses against her jaw, her chin, her nose.

She was like an arrow to the chest, seriously. Bullseye.

“You were?” he murmured. “You my number one fan, Chriss?”

“I’ve got the band shirt to prove it. If I’m real lucky the hot guitarist might just sign my tits.”

Eddie huffed a laugh against the crook of her neck. He loved it when she cursed.

“I can arrange that. Hear he’s got a thing for girls with big blue eyes and a pretty wet cunt that has his name written all over it.”

Chrissy actually moaned at that and Eddie quickened his fingers. He pressed his hips against her so she could feel just how hard she made him.

“I fucking loved watching you dance in the front row, right where you belong,” he said. “God, you know I only play for you, baby. You’re my inspiration, my fucking muse. None of this matters without you, Chriss.”

He slipped a finger inside her wet pussy and then - because she really was getting off on this, so was he - another. Chrissy told him once that she loved the feeling of his metal rings against her clit so he made sure they scraped against it just enough.

“Eddie!” she hissed.

“Yeah baby?”

“I just…just fucking love how you easy you get me off. Fuck. I fucking love you, you mean and scary freak.”

He kissed the corner of her smiling mouth and then pressed another to her neck.

“I love you too, baby girl. Going to practice my ass off so when we leave this dump I can find work and buy you all the pretty things you deserve.”

“Told you I don’t need any of that.”

He nipped her neck this time and she hissed again.

“Want to take care of you.”

“Eddie…only need you.”

He added another finger - three now, fuck yes - and took hold of her perfect ass with the other.

“Going to buy you a diamond. Size of my fist.”

Chrissy had to bite down on her lip to stop herself from fucking screaming.

Her hands moved against his cock again and felt that it was weeping and ready for her. Her hands were trembling but she made short work of unbuckling his belt (she was so perfect).

“I need you to fuck me, Eddie. Need to feel you inside me.”

“Already?”

“Mmm.”

“You don’t want to ride my knuckles ‘till you come first?”

“I’m seriously going to lose it if you don’t fuck me against this wall right now, Eddie Munson.”

Eddie didn’t need anymore convincing (crap it was hot when she started bossing him around. Was this a new kink to explore? Chrissy could tease just about anything out of him honestly and he was living for it). He removed his hand from her ass and dug around in his jacket pocket for…Ah. There it was.

He looked away from the vision that was her for a millisecond so as to rip open the foil packet, but then noticed…

Oh for fuck’s sake.

Well things had been going far too well for him recently - maybe he deserved some cosmic retribution or kick up the ass to remind him he wasn’t actually living in a dream.

“Uh…Chriss? Bad news on that front.”

“Mm?”

“Packet’s ripped, sweetheart. We seem to be without a condom.”

“Oh…”

His fingers had stilled and Chrissy was biting her plump little lip that tasted of strawberries and magic. She was watching him closely, her cheeks flushed and panting from being so close to what promised to be a world-shattering orgasm.

Eddie could feel her trembling and threw the packet away, intent on getting back to her and her needs right away. He was just about to drop to his knees and eat out her pretty wet cunt, when she said very hesitantly…

“We could always just…do it anyway? Without a condom, I mean.”

Eddie pressed a kiss to her lips. “Baby, no. We’ve talked about this…you know?”

“Amanda from the cheer team told me there’s a morning-after pill I can take. She told me where to get it from too. You can drive us tomorrow, easy…use a fake name…”

Chrissy’s hands were once again moving across his cock and he felt himself instinctively lean into her. He began moving his fingers again too and was rewarded by a soft moan that sounded like a fucking melody of everything good and perfect.

Eddie felt like his brain might explode. He was a guy, okay, who had a beautiful angel coming apart on one hand (literally) and on the other the idea of stopping this and saying they could wait, they could fuck tomorrow after he went to a store. But Eddie wasn’t capable of really resisting Chrissy anything, you know, nor could he resist the way her eyes were fluttering shut in pleasure or the way she was gripping so tight around his fingers. It wasn’t like he was pressuring her into this either - Chrissy said she wanted this.

And yeah, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t either. A part of him fucking loved everything about the idea.

“You sure, Chriss?”

“Yeah, baby…” she nodded and licked her lips. Oh yeah, he was gone. “I want you to fuck me right now, Eddie.”

She must have seen the exact moment the sensible part of his brain totally shut down, because she kissed him hard and licked her tongue against his. Eddie groaned against her lips and his fingers were again digging up into her causing her to gasp.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart, okay…I’ve got you.”

Eddie withdrew his fingers (causing her to pout in a way that made his knees almost buckle) and grabbed hold of her thighs, before lifting and pushing her hard against the brick wall. Chrissy twisted her legs around his waist and seemed to pull him even closer with her thighs.

“You are a witch,” he murmured against the shell of her ear. “You know I’m your slave, baby. You say jump and I fucking jump.”

“You just make me crazy, Eddie. Can’t help it. Don’t want to wait another second.”

God this was irresponsible, but at the same time Eddie’s heart was shaking and he was overcome with a giant wave of fucking need and want. The fact Chrissy wanted him so badly as to forgo being sensible and safe was a huge fucking turn on. He was going to fuck Chrissy Cunningham bareback.

Bareback, raw, like a damn caveman.

Chrissy was shifting in his arms so the head of his dick pushed against her hot dripping opening and that was all Eddie needed really, and he moved his hips and pushed right into her. Right up to the fucking hilt.

“Holy shit.”

One of Chrissy’s hands wound into his hair and the sharp tug made him curse again. Her other hand pressed flat against the wall behind them, nails scratching at the brickwork as if she couldn’t contain just how much shining hot pleasure was currently coursing through her body.

Like bottled lightning, baby. Plug him into a power cord because he was going to light her up.

Eddie rocked against her again, using his weight to pin her up. He brought his face down into her neck where he hissed and fucking spat kisses against her skin. He began fucking up into her fast and careless.

“You feel so unbelievably good, Chriss. My god. Just so hot and warm and…like velvet or silk, baby. It’s fucking addictive, is what this is.”

This was fucking dangerous because he was right, it was insanely addictive (and he knew addictions). The greediness was already taking root inside him and he knew he would miss this desperately when it was gone. He’d have to store away every sensation in his memory like a treasured jewel. What a difference that little bit of rubber made, right? He suddenly wanted to set fire to the store and buy these pills in bulk, if it just meant he could do this to Chrissy every day and every night.

“Can feel you so deep and warm inside me, Eddie,” Chrissy was moaning. “There’s literally nothing between us. Just your skin and mine, and I’m riding your bare dick.”

“Feels fucking amazing, baby. Too good.”

“This is so so hot.”

“You like me fucking you bareback?”

“Yes…”

“This is gunna be feeding my dreams for weeks, sweetheart. You going to think of my bare naked cock when you touch yourself too? Think about how close we are right now?”

Chrissy cried out then and threw her head back. Her hair fell around her shoulders like a halo.

“God, Eddie. I’m so close already.”

“I know, I can fucking feel you are. You’re so hot and tight.”

Her words were encouraging him onwards and he began holding her thighs so tight he might’ve been worried about making bruises if he wasn’t so distracted.

“Chrissy?”

She whimpered.

“You going to come on my cock, sweetheart? Squirt your pretty pussy juices all over my cock? You’ve not done that before.”

“Yeah…”

“An’ then I’m gunna’ come inside you, Chriss. Going to come inside you so deep you can feel me there tomorrow. I’m going to fucking drown you.”

“Yes please, baby. I want it so bad. Oh Eddie…I want this so much…”

“You do? Let me hear it.”

“Want your cum in me so bad. Where it’s supposed to be, you know? Right where it belongs.”

“God Chriss! Fuck. Really do wanna knock you up when you talk like that.”

Eddie the Freak knocking up the goddamn prom queen herself. Had an excellent ring to it honestly.

“Oh Eddie!

Chrissy screamed out as she came and her nails dug into his scalp. Eddie kept thrusting up into her as she rode out her waves and waves of pleasure and the feeling of her tight dripping cunt pulsing around him soon dragged him over the edge too.

“Come inside me Eddie. Let me fucking feel you.”

Eddie swore into her neck as she fucking milked his cock and he came so hard and fast that he thought he might drop her. Fucking hell. This is fucking heaven. Chrissy’s pussy is fucking heaven.

She squeezed every last drop out of him.

Trembling, Eddie kissed her when he was done and gently lowered her down. Chrissy’s knees nearly buckled and she had to hang on to his jacket for support, but she whispered she was okay. As he pulled out from her, his cum trickled freely down her thighs. He looked down at his softening cock and saw it glisten with Chrissy’s wet juices.

“That was…”

“Fucking hot.”

Chrissy giggled and she leant back against the wall again. Eddie tied his belt back in place and joined her so they were leaning side by side. He struggled to catch his breath.

“Want my shirt to…you know? Tidy up?”

“No. I…” she tucked a strand of (tangled, freshly fucked) hair behind her ear. “I kind of like it. I know that sounds weird but it’s…you…you know? Reminds me what the fuck we just did.”

Eddie felt like his heart might just burst again. Chrissy’s fingers laced through his own.

“We should get back. We need to get up early for the…”

“Yeah. Amanda says we’ve got some time, but it’s more effective against a pregnancy the sooner you take it, you know?”

Eddie found himself bringing their clasped hands up to his lips. He looked at Chrissy - this witch, elf, fairy, minx - who had so thoroughly and effectively became such a huge part of his life. Sure he had a life before her but nothing really stood out, you know? She came along (came back into technically) and made everything just click. Suddenly he had his person, and a life and a fucking future infront of him. He wanted it all - everything - with her and he wanted it all right now. He was greedy, needy, for it. He couldn’t fucking wait.

Chrissy was watching him with a soft look in her eyes. Could she read his mind now? He wouldn’t put it past her.

“...one day, Eddie,” she said quietly. “We’ll do that again one day for real.”

Eddie nodded and slid his arm around her shoulder as they walked to his van. "Yeah, I'd really like that, Chriss."

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A/N: Full disclosure - I have no idea about contraception history but a very quick google tells me the morning after pill was available for access in 1984 in the UK. Who knows about Hawkins/the US. I imagine it would be tricky for Chrissy to get it honestly, but this is basically just porn without plot. Go with it. But not too much. Use protection. Stay safe kids.

[lemon-sugarcoats-nothing]

Nexa creeps up to Alistor quietly, then surprise tackle hugs him!

"Surprise! It's break time love! You didn't eat breakfast, so I made you some brunch! it's an egg, cheese, and spinach sandwich, with some strawberry cream crepes! And I totally didn't take a bite before I came to get you- *cuddle* But anyways come eat!" 💕

Alistor startles and whips around to look at Nexa,"-! DONT-*He cuts himself off to pause, take a breath, and calm himself before continuing*... please- don't sneak up on me like that, Nexa-

. . .

Thank you- for making me brunch...I will be over to eat in a minute.."

He picks himself up and returns to his desk on the floor to continue reading, feeling awful for snipping at Nexa.

[ains-disco-spam]

Chapter two of my fanfic is posted!

When their food arrived, Harry placed the strawberry banana rainbow sprinkle chocolate chip pancakes in the middle of the table, in between his and Kim’s plates of bacon, eggs, and potatoes. The pancakes were quite a sight to behold. The batter was an odd color, with smudges of brown from the chocolate chips and blue from the sprinkles. A heaping pile of strawberries and bananas rested atop the stack, and there was a little dollop of whipped cream on top.

Despite his earlier comments, Kim reached over with his fork and cut himself a small piece. “Hm, I was right. Pure sugar.”

Harry took a bite. Kim was right. He couldn’t make out any of the individual flavors that made up the mighty stack of strawberry banana rainbow sprinkle chocolate chip pancakes. The only thing that his tongue could register was sugar. 

Kim took another piece. “It doesn’t taste good, but I can’t stop eating it. I think the amount of sugar makes me feel like I’m a kid sneaking something that I’m not supposed to be eating.” 

Harry chuckled. “Your parents didn’t let you eat sugar?”

Kim gave him a sad sort of smile, and Harry felt his face getting hot. Shit. He was an idiot. Shit shit shit. 

“You look so embarrassed. It’s not that big of a deal. But yes, my uncle wouldn’t let me eat sugar as a child.” He took another bite of the pancakes and then sighed. “It doesn’t taste any better. I don’t know why I’m still eating it.” He looked up at Harry, who was still trying to think of something to say. 

“I…um…”

Kim looked at Harry, waiting for him to say something. The silence stretched on. 

“You have to say something,” said Kim, “now I feel awkward too.” 

Full fic can be found here.

[daintyduck99]

spraying whipped cream on the other's nose and kissing it off is such a Rulie prompt to me.

Julie's singing 'Sweet Nothing' when Reggie gets home, her lovely voice drifting, rather appropriately, from the kitchen, and just like that, his mood is lifted. He seeks her with a crooked smile.

It's easy, with Julie, to just live in the moment. She makes every one count.

She spots him quickly, abandoning everything to fling her arms around him.

"Reggie!"

He buries his smile in her hair.

"Don't stop singing on my account, sweetheart. I'm sure the little one would have something to say about it."

Julie hums. "The little one has plenty to say. They keep using my bladder as a punching bag, so. I say they can deal for a moment." She draws him into a lush kiss.

"Oh," he breathes, pressing his forehead to hers, "well, I'll have a word with them."

He crouches, leaving a soft kiss on Julie's stomach just to make her giggle.

"Hi, baby. Be nicer to your mama, okay?"

"They haven't been too bad," Julie admits. "We're having a pretty good day. You?"

"Better now." He stands and surveys the island, which is covered in strawberries. "Are you making something, or…?"

She rocks on her toes, blushing as she bites her lip and ducks her head. She glances at him guiltily through her lashes.

"I wanted something sweet. It's only going to be like, five percent whipped cream. Or maybe ten. Fifteen?"

He chuckles. Reggie would never dream of denying her such a small guilty pleasure, but she's so abashed about it.

He's never loved her more than he does right now, his adorably flustered pregnant wife. He doubts he could deny her anything, really.

"Darling, you've been eating so good. Tia gives you vegetables I've never even heard of! It's okay if you want some whipped cream with your strawberries."

She breaks into a beautiful smile.

"Could you get it out for me? I need to finish cutting the strawberries."

"Orrrr," he says, "you could let me finish cutting while you get the cream. I won't look if you want to sneak a little extra."

She giggles as he winks, kissing his cheek when she goes to weave around him. They rummage and cut in companionable silence, aside from the occasional hum.

He spins around to announce that he's done, only to squawk as she sprays a dollop of whipped cream on his nose.

"Wh—Julie!"

She laughs, clinging to his shoulders as she hops a little to kiss the cream away.

"What? I said I wanted something sweet."

She looks at him through her lashes again, giving him a smile that's made him weak in the knees since he was seventeen.

"Besides, it's not like you've never put it in more intimate places on me."

And that's an absurd thing for him to blush about, all things considered, but he does, kissing her soundly in lieu of answering.

Julie just hums; she knows she's won.

After all, he truly can't deny her anything.

Honestly? He probably never could've.

[elmatadorisgay]

Im making a cute!

text instead of ss bc Im lazy, anyway enjoy the sneak peek!

Soon the bowl is all dried up of batter and Leandro unplugs the machine, setting it aside to cool down. Kieran releases his boyfriend now to decorate his own waffle with the fruits and whipped cream he set out for the two of them. "Kieran, honey hold on." Leandro replies to him. Kieran looks over and sees the man holding a small square of waffle, already decorated in strawberry slices, blackberries, blueberries and drizzled with honey on top. "Let's share." He insists softly as he takes a step over to Kieran.

Leandro brings the piece up to Kieran's mouth as he leans in to take his own bite. A synchronized crunch sounds as the two of them dig in at the same time. Kieran savors the flavor of the waffle on his lips as he pulls back to chew. The gentle sweetness combined with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon in the waffle itself, complemented by the sweet and tart flavor of the fruits and honey atop the fluffy goodness. The Scotsman chuckles lightly when he realizes he and Leandro ate from the same piece of the waffle.

"These are so good, sweetheart." He compliments the chef, being his own boyfriend. He watches as Leandro blushes, his lips forming into a sheepish smile as his big brown eyes flick away from Kieran. The Scotsman would let out an aww at his boyfriend's face if it wouldn't make the man further embarrassed and bashful.

After assembling the waffles, the two make their way to the couch with their respective dishes and drinks. The couple proceeds to have a lovely evening watching movies as they indulge the confectionery treat.

[windsofredemption]

He sneaks a few glances to the side nervously, before taking a bite of cake with a big smile! No one shall know of his sweet tooth! "Mmmm! So good....!I.!! The whipped cream and strawberries blend together so well~!! ♡" What a wonderful way to start his day- a nice slice of cake and enjoying the breeze on a crisp morning!