#so he would LOVE to wash your hair your back your body (😏) when you ask him to and doesn't hesitate one bit lol

[kelin-is-writing]

How would Dabi react to you asking him to wash your hair?

dabi x fem!reader

of course he would dash to you right away without a second thought. who is he to deny that to his adorable and pretty girlfriend? it’s not like he can’t wait to take the chance and touch you so more, of course not, that’s silly of you to even think about it!

side note, he’s surprisingly super good at washing hair seen his very close relationship with haird dye. has a surprisingly delicate and soft way of rubbing your scalp with the shampoo. hell, this man would also put an hair mask on them afterwards like– can he get any more perfect than this?!

[lixxiebrownies]

Birthday sex with skz (18+ mdni)

Tw: foodplay,smut,oral,shower fucking

Type: requested by 💪🏻anon

Genera: headcanons

Line up:hyung line

B.chan

-oh lord I love him

-Sweet boy definitely took a day of his work just for your special day.

-He would pamper and spoil you all day I mean all day,but what to come tonight is the best gift he could ever give you

-it was so subtle too,it slowly started with cuddles on the couch,then soft touches around your body

-after a little bit touching became a make out session,he started with the pants…then the shirt..all that was left was your undergarments

-you both found yourself on the couch heat taking over both of you the small knot forming in your stomach from the way he ate you out.

-it was all to good the feeling hitting you as the little white streaks of cum dripping down chan’s face his tongue lapping up your cum making sure not to waste a single drop

-to lazy to notice Chan had already slid into you “feel so good angel..gonna make m-me cum so..quick”he said sloppily starting to thrust into you faster and faster

-“so good f’r me b-baby gonna c-cum!”then it happened the knot in his stomach broke releasing the thick load of cum from his cock he fixed his composure a little

-“I’m not done yet hun,g-gotta make this a birthday to remember.”

L.Minho

-You guys know about chef minho right? Well you get him on your special day

- he woke you up with breakfast in bed and the kitties all cuddle up to you when you eat

-later he took you to a bunch of cafés especially kitty cafés!

-but after dinner dessert come right? there was a special treat;)

-he had told you to go to the bedroom while he gets everything ready and you did

-“sweetheart come here I got everything ready” he said,you walked down stairs and saw a naked Minho with cake all over his body (sorry if this is weird this is all I could think of for some reason)

-“happy birthday sweetie” he says while gesturing you to come over to him “are you surprised?”

-You didn’t say anything in shock of what’s happening in front of you,you had swiped a piece of cake off of his naked body and licked it off your finger

-“is it good? I made it myself” he asked and you nodded “why don’t you have the rest?” He said

-you had another idea and you looked down and saw his long thick cock but it had more cake then the other parts of his body

-“you want that sweetie you can have it” you nodded eagerly and got down on your knees and started to lick the pieces of cake if of his girth

-he was groaning in pleasure grabbing your head and pushing himself further down your throat

-soon there was patches of sweet cum on your face and small puddles of it on the floor

-“you wanna take this to the bedroom kitten”

-(I’ll let you guys imagine the rest of this I can’t think)

S.changbin

-My strong bebe

-he woke you up with kisses and cuddles and he made you breakfast like minho>3

-the whole day was pretty chill but you guys did go to the gym but it was mostly hun working out and showing off in front of you

-at the gym he did pushups and let you sit on his back tho🥹

- after the gym he also took you to a fancy restaurant for lunch

-after you guys got home you guys both decided you would take a shower together

-“you comfortable baby?” You nodded in response

-while he was washing your hair your butt brushed up against his yk yk😏

-he accidentally moaned in response and then he quickly covered his mouth

-you turned around to look at him and you were met with a blushing binnie and a throbbing thick cock

-he look at you and said “wanna get your birthday p-present early baby..?”

-Before you even could answer he started to kiss your neck and rub his thick girth on your stomach “so pretty” he says sloppily still kissing you all over

-he slowly makes his way kissing down your body before he starts to suck on your clit and he put two of his fingers in your little hole

-“gotta stretch y-you out baby..” he murmurs you almost couldn’t hear him

-after you came on his digits a few times he eagerly shoved his thick cock up your hole

-the thrusts were euphoric with every thrust he somehow got deeper every time

-“are gonna cum again b-baby..?” He said making his thrust faster you could barley respond back to him but then the knot in your stomach broke

-his release soon came after his cum dripping down your legs onto the shower floor and by this point the shower wasn’t that warm anymore so he picked you up and cleaned you up

-he placed you on the bed and got you dressed in fluffy pajamas then put some on himself

-“g’night baby”

H.Hyunjin

-artistic jinnie Jin is here!

-this artistic boy woke you up with a bunch of presents surrounding your bed

-“I got you a bunch of presents love! And there’s a bunch more too!” He sounded very excited

-he helped you get out of bed and he brought you to the bathroom and did all of his skincare routine on you>:)

-after that he had you go sit back in the bed and he bought McDonald’s for you🥹

-and he somehow picked up almost all of the presents and put them on the bed for you

-after all the presents and eating the McDonald’s he brought you to his art room

-“I’m going to draw you love! But I need you to do a couple of things first though..do think you can?” You nodded in Response curious to see his requirements

-“okay! I need you to take off your clothes and sit in the middle of the floor in this pose”(hopefully the link works)

-a little bit later after he started he couldn’t stop touching his bulge and it was starting to get unbearable but he wanted to draw you so bad…

-he couldn’t handle it anymore and got up and picked you up and went to your shared bedroom and threw you on the bed

-“I’ll draw you another time m’kay?” He said while trying to get his pants off as soon as possible

-as soon as he got his pants and boxers off he quickly positioned himself at your entrance and started to thrust himself in you

-with every thrust you could hear the headboard getting slammed against the wall at the intense speed he was going

-soon all you could here was his moans and groans mixed with little whimpers every few minutes

-“s-so good! Gonna cum all o-over you!” And he did just that his pure white cum spilling out of your pussy

-“so g-good..ready for another r-round love..?”

©LIXXIEBROWNIES

[littlemelaninfics]

Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

(gif not mine)

You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.

"Sam and I have businesses too."

"I know, baby."

"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.

Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in

Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old

[angelltheninth]

Hello!

I must say that I really love how you interpret the Blue Lock boys!

May I request some shower/bath scenarios with them (showeing with them, taking baths, etc) 😏

I was thinking Isagi, Bachira, Reo, Nagi, and Chigiri, but do whoever you want!

Writing these for Kunigami was nice, bath times with your partner is something so damn cute and should be written about more.

Pairing: Yoichi Isagi, Bachira Meguru, Hyoma Chigiri, Mikage Reo, Nagi Seishiro x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, bathing/showering together, flirting, teasing, kissing, slightly suggestive

A/N: Remember to take warm, relaxing baths even now and then, it's real relaxing.

Isagi is really shy about taking baths with you. He goes in first and then sits with his head turned to the side, not looking. When you get in he scoots up towards the end to give you more room in his small tub. Has his hands in front of him the whole time because he knows very well that sooner or later he's gonna get excited over having his girlfriend in the bath with him.

Bachira has no shame. He takes his clothes off before even getting into the bathroom. Just lets you take in the sight of him, asking you if you like what you see, you can even take a picture, you know for personal use. Surprisingly calm when actually in the shower. He has his hands on your hips the whole time to make sure you don't slip up, especially if things get a little more heated between you two.

Chigiri loves to have you in the bath with him. His hair is pretty long so having you washing it and making it smooth and silky and giving him a head massage is the best way for him to relax and fall asleep afterwards. Normally he has a lot of adrenaline left over after practice but with you being so caring with him it makes all that stress melt away from his shoulders.

Reo doesn't hesitate to pull you into his lap when you're in the bath. The bathtub is pretty damn big so there's a lot of room for the two of you to move around but he likes it better when your bodies are pressed together. Can't let make outs get too out of hand because as much as he would like to he can't afford to do anything with you in the back because he's trying avoid injuries.

Nagi often almost falls asleep in the bath when he's taking one by himself. But when he's with you then you have his full attention. He pulls you against his chest for the two of you to have more room in the tub. Doesn't even mind the slightly soapy taste on your skin as he kisses your neck and covers it in hickies. Wants to hold your had the whole time, might move it to a certain part of he feels like it.

[ateriblewriter]

25 with Auston :) congratulations on 200 followers love <3

hey friend!! 😄 thank you again! i hope you enjoy this, because i very much enjoyed writing this! 😏

25. "It's just a headache, I'm fine."

"hey, drink this." auston held a bottle of clear cool liquid out for you. he could tell you weren't feeling well by the look of exhaustion smeared across your face. the long excursion outside in the heat setting off a chain reaction inside your body.

"little sips." he reminded after your snatched the drink out his hand. uncapping the container you take his direction sipping the liquid. it was hard not to listen to your body and chug the water.

you weren't the biggest water drinker, or drink of liquid in general. when you needed something you drank, but you didn't actively have the recommend amount of liquid a day. it was something you had been working on getting better at. but it wasn't easy.

"any better?"

"no auston. im not." your irritation very apparent. you had finished the only bottle of water the was available and your body screamed for more.

sighing auston attempted to push back some of the baby hair that were plastered to face with sweat, as if that was going to do any good. the back of his hand brushing up against your forehead.

"y/n, you're burning" you pull your head back from his hand, eyes snapping closed. "your head hurt?"

"it's just a headache, i'm fine. i'm fine."

"have you taken anything for it?" he already knew the answer, still needing to asked the question just in case. even though he was with you the entire time and would have seen if you took something.

"no." although you always had a bottle of over the counter pain meds on you incase of emergency, you rarely ever took them. in this case as your head was pounding and your body was losing fluids, taking those meds just may have made your condition worser rather than better.

"good. that would have probably made it worse. maybe we should go back home. we can get you some more water and you can take a nap. that should help. I don't want you dying on me or anything." he kissed your temple.

you would have given some snappy response to his comment on dying but a there was churning in starting in your stomach. you were pretty sure that if you opened your mouth to say words, something a little more disgusting would come out.

but you agreed with him. going home would be for the best.

once at your humble abode and in the safety of your shared bedroom, you strip to nothing, removing the soaking wet clothing. auston made you finish a couple more glasses of water and at least a little something with a few more electrolytes before you were able to slip into slumber in the cool air conditioning. as an added measure to get your temperature, auston placed a cold wash cloth over your forehead.

auston checked in on you every so often. he never attempted to wake you, wanting you get the much needed rest your body was asking for. but after a couple of hours of fretting he figured it was time for some more rehydration along with another frozen cloth.

"hey babe." he rubbed his thumb along your cheek that was still warm with fever. you looked so peaceful peace lying there, he almost didn't want to wake you. though it was probably for the best he did. "its time to drink something."

"babe wake up." he tried again when he couldn't get you to open your eyes. you always had a hard time waking up when you were in such a deep sleep.

this felt different though. a bad kind of different. and it scared him.

"y/n! hey." auston shook your shoulder still to no effect. this wasn't good. maybe it was time to get you a little more help than he was able to provide.

"please open your eyes y/n."

ateriblewriter's 200 follower celly

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

hi!! i really like your blog! and I was wondering if you could write michael/reader nsfw? I really love your headcanons, thank you for your work💕

Hi friend! Thank you so much! I try my hardest to make sure that y’all are happy with what I write!

Hoo hoo hoo I love this ask. Literally my favorite. I have 3 fics of just Michael/Reader lemons because I’m down bad for our Goth rockstar

If you’re interested in those, let me know if you’d like me to upload them!

I saw this ask and decided the best thing to do would be the NSFW Alphabet because what better opportunity than now, and I want to dip my toes into the NSFW pool before throwing myself in, I hope you understand!

I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: NSFW, down bad behavior, mentions of choking and bondage

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Michael’s a very attentive partner. After he wears you out, he’s immediately out of bed grabbing a wash cloth and some water or Gatorade. He knows he gets rough when he wants to, so he makes up for it by taking care of you before taking care of himself

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

He loves his hands. His hands are beautiful, with long fingers, and they look even better wrapped around your throat when he’s pounding into you

On you, he loves your face. He loves watching your eyes roll back when he hits that specific spot, and loves how your lips wrap around his dick when you go down on him. He thinks you make the cutest faces when he’s between your legs and returning the favor

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

He cums A LOT. Michael loves cumming on your stomach, thighs, ass or back. You’d have to beg him for weeks to even THINK about finishing inside if you two aren’t married.

But if you are married… 😏

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

Michael can’t seem to keep his mind off of you. Which sounds sweet, but when he’s pitching a tent in the middle of a studio session because he can’t stop thinking of you bent over a counter, you’ll realize he really is just a horn dog in disguise. He’s always thinking about you naked, on your knees, bent over a counter, eating you out. He’s got a very dirty mind

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

He’s had sex before you, of course. He was (and is) hot, everyone liked him because he was the mysterious bad boy. He wasn’t inexperienced when you two got together, but being with you, he’s really honed in on his bedroom skills

F= Favorite position

Doggystyle. He likes being able to pull your hair and watch your ass shake with each thrust into you. He also likes lotus position, as it’s very intimate and he can watch your face as you try to get yourself off

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

He’s not super duper serious during sex, but he doesn’t expect full blown jokes or laughing. During foreplay, though, he lives for your giggles when he accidentally tickles you or you both are struggling to find a good position. He’ll make sure that you don’t have the breath to laugh once you two really get started

H= Hair (grooming habits)

Not unruly, but not clean shaven. He trims himself once or twice a week, just enough to make it comfortable for the both of you.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Depending on the occasion, Michael can be either sweet and slow or fucking you like an animal. When the both of you are on a date night or just spending time together is when you get the good, drawn out sex.

When he’s running late, or has a show he has to get to is when he flips a switch. He’ll have you on your knees and fucking your throat or have you pressed against a wall, chasing his own orgasm. He feels bad he doesn’t always get you off, but he more than makes up for it when he gets home

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

He only really jacks off if he’s away on tour or he’s out of the country visiting his family. Michaels has hundreds and hundred of pictures of you in lewd positions that he always sneaks away to pleasure himself to. He loves when you send him more ammunition to keep him occupied until he can get home to get his hands on you

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Michael’s very vanilla for the most part. He does like to throw in some ass smacking and choking, but he’s an old fashioned guy. If you do ever want to try something, he’s always 100% down as long as both parties are comfortable with your desires.

Might have a little bit of an exhibition kink. The risk of being caught just does something for him.

Definitely loves having you tied up or having himself tied up, just some light bondage

Really really loves to hear you begging for him. He also loves to hear you praising him when he’s giving you exactly what you want.

Definitely has a breeding kink

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

At home, first and foremost. He has taken you to his concerts before and loved taking you backstage to fuck you, knowing at any point his manager or bandmates could walk in and see you two

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

-When you wear anything that shows off your legs or chest. Particularly loves it when you wear a pair of too-short shorts or just your underwear and a tank top

-When you kiss/bite his neck

-Watching you get yourself off

-Sitting on his face

-Anything about you really seems to turn him on. Like I said, he’s always thinking about you, so whatever you do gets him going and ready to take you as soon as he steps foot through the door

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Anything that has to do with causing actual physical harm, bodily fluids, adding another person into your bedroom escapades, heavy BDSM. He doesn’t like sharing you and he doesn’t like hurting you

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Prefers to give, but does not mind if you want to return the favor

He’s got the tongue of a God, and he’s not shy about showing you just how talented he truly is

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

It depends on how he’s feeling. If he’s lovey, wants to spend time just watching your react to his every touch, he’s slow, sweet, very attentive to all of your needs.

If he’s angry at something or just unbelievably horny, he’s 0-100. He’s slamming into you faster than you can even think, almost like he’s using you just to get off. He’ll make sure you’re still finishing, but he shows no mercy when he’s pent up and frustrated.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Michael definitely does not prefer quickies. He wants to show you all of his love and takes hours to do so. He settles for quickies if one of you are in a hurry, but if he knows he wants to have sex before something, he usually always makes time to make sure the both of you are thoroughly satisfied

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

He’s set in his ways, but if you want to try something, he’ll do just about anything.

He does want to try taking you into a secluded area in public to have some fun, but he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Michael can go for hours if you let him. He’s always had a high sex drive, so he can go multiple rounds without needing a break. Of course, he’ll let you take a break, but as soon as you’re ready again, he’s all over you.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

He knows you have a toy or two to help yourself when he’s not there. He’s also definitely incorporated your toys into your sex life, drinking in all of your noises and faces as he’s using a vibrator on your most sensitive areas.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Michael’s a little bit of a tease, but nothing too major. He loves ghosting his hands over your body, hovering his fingers against your most needy areas, watching you buck up to try and get him to finally touch you. He also loves to overstimulate by edging, but he doesn’t unless he has consent.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

He’s amazing at dirty talk, and he hates to admit that he gets whiny sometimes. It’s usually when he’s wanted you for so long and he’s finally able to have you that he starts whining your name.

He moans and cusses under his breath, praising your body while he’s rutting into you

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

He’s a hair puller. And he loves having his own hair tugged at. When he’s settled between your legs and holding your hips down so he can pleasure you, P L E A S E grab a hold of his curls and tug that shit. It drives him absolutely wild

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

A little over 9 inches, average girth, cut.

He has a vein on the underside of his dick that drives him wild if you pay special attention to it

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

He’d have sex 6 times a day if he could. But he knows that’s not possible, so he usually goes at least once daily, or twice every other day. Michael has a very high sex drive, but if you don’t want sex, he can handle himself just fine

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

He makes sure that you’re okay and have everything you need before taking care of himself. If you want him to take a shower with you, he will. If you want him to change the sheets after a session, he will. He makes sure that you’re settled before he even thinks about going to bed.

[missmaywemeetagain]

Read Need Your Love Tonight ✈️💙🔥 NOW with early access HERE!

It's 1961 and we're headed to Hawaii for the U.S.S. Arizona Benefit Concert! ✈️ This one is an older woman and Elvis, so buckle up, babies! All the pics are from the day/night of the concert, just cuz I know a little visual stimulation never hurts...😏

SNEAK PEEK:

Finally, after what seems like forever, the main event begins. Your eardrums are blasted out by what must be at least two full minutes of young girls shrieking at the top of their lungs. Rightly so, you think as you watch the tall drink of water that is Elvis Presley strut onto the stage. You are blessing your lucky stars above for the divorce settlement because you are so close, you can see just how deliciously handsome the man is in person.

And, boy, is he.

Even having seen his perfect visage in movies on the big screen truly did not hold a candle to the broad-shouldered man in the glittering gold jacket standing on the stage before you. There is almost an innocence and perhaps even a nervousness in his deep-set dreamy blues. His dark hair is coiffed just perfectly and you watch his leg jiggle as he takes the microphone. A wave of heat rolls over you, flushing you from head to toe, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the temperature in the arena.

There is a boyish playfulness to him you do not expect of the seasoned 26-year-old entertainer. He is indelibly charming and likable, not afraid to laugh at himself or the insanity of the crowd around him, but it’s not in a disparaging way. It’s more like he still can’t quite believe it’s all for him.

The reason he’s always fascinated you becomes obvious now that he’s right in front of you. He is a walking contradiction—delicate feminine features in a sharp masculine package, a deep low drawl coupled with a light warbling tenor. Singing lyrics that make you think the dirtiest things and then he turns around and does a spiritual. You have whiplash in the very best way.

You’re so distracted by his essence and the hypnotizing way he’s working the crowd that you almost forget about your sign. When One Night croons out of him with the promise of his “sweet helping hand,” a fire lights under you and you fumble around at your feet and flip the sign up for him to see.

Come on, come on, come on, you think, tapping your foot. Look over here.

At this point you will accept anything from the singer—a wink would suffice. Anything to let you know that you’re not just a washed-up divorcee who’s too old or ugly to find happiness with anyone else. Even if that happiness is just for one night because of one small moment, it’ll be worth it.

He’s so consumed by the song, his eyes closing and the rhythm pumping through his whole body, that you’re not sure he’ll see you. Your fingers grip the sign anxiously. You’d rather not have to hold it up for the rest of the concert, and you are kicking yourself for not remembering earlier, but you’ll do what you’ll have to do.

The end of the song comes, to which he adds a toe-curling groan, and when he opens his eyes, they land on you. A bolt of lightning strikes inside you, filling your veins with a scorching desire at the way those pretty eyes fall on your sign. You wait with bated breath as he reads each word silently, “Am I too old for you?” He gives you a quick cursory glance and then starts to walk away.

“Thank you,” he says to the crowd as screams fill the arena. The opening chords of Are You Lonesome Tonight start to play.

Fitting song choice, you think a little bitterly. Well, at least he saw me.

You find yourself fighting back tears, the split-second moment feeling anticlimactic and dissatisfying. A bit of a punch to the gut, really. It’s the dismissal that really stings, though your logical brain tells you he’s concentrating on his work and your sign is likely no more than a short distraction.

Suddenly, Elvis stops. He turns back towards you and steps in your direction. Your breath catches in your throat when he points at you. It is as if his finger is connected to you by an invisible string, and you find yourself sitting up taller and leaning forward on the edge of your seat. Then, he tilts the microphone away for a moment, his infamous lip curling up into a delicious boyish smile.

“Never,” he says, looking you straight in the eyes.

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🛁 for the emoji prompts please 🙏 😏

Getting dirty with Father Paul while you're supposed to be getting clean. Written for the NSFT emoji

Hope it's not too bad :) The ending is something of a teaser for a Christmas smut fic I'll be writing, for which you can thank @aherdofbees, who inspired me... Also, keep watching her tumblr, because an illustration which will go with the story maaay just appear there uwu @vintageglassheart02 and @aherdofbees I love u

NSFT /18+ GET LOST CHILDREN

🛁 - Shower/Bath sex

Shared baths and showers were a regular thing between Father Paul and yourself, and one of many activities you both deeply enjoyed. You loved the feeling of hot water cascading down your bodies as you stood below the shower head. Father Paul let you wash his hair, your digits scratching and massaging his scalp in slow motions, making the priest hum contently, and steal a kiss every chance he got. You washed each other’s backs, fingers working to loosen any kinks or knots that may have formed in your muscles during the day.

When Paul spent the night in your house, you’d often indulge in taking a bath which always lasted at least an hour. You even watched a film there once, thanks to a very handy bathtub shelf which provided a sloping stand perfect for a book or, in this case, a tablet, as well as room for two wine glasses to be safely stood there, while the priest’s body leaned against your own. Your head would be braced on a bath pillow, his own on your shoulder. You massaged his shoulders and spread the warm soapy water over his chest and stomach, while his hands drew circles over your thighs and knees.

While your showers and baths were always filled with tenderness, all love-filled touches, and soft damp kisses, every now and then the mood changed. 

—

You were making a Christmas wreath to hang upon your door when Father Paul arrived. You grinned when you heard him stomp his feet outside of the front door to get the snow off his boots, before he actually came inside. You carried on with your little arts and crafts project, listening to your lover then taking the boots off, and disposing of his big warm parka on a hanger. You only turned around once you heard his footsteps approaching.

You hid your smile behind your palm, mindful not to get any tree sap on your face in the process - the priest looked adorable. His hair was ruffled from the wind, cheeks rosy like two little apples and Paul’s lovely, usually pinkish lips had taken on a purple hue. “W-what’s so f-funny?” he asked with a teasing smile, his teeth still chattering a little. You let your hand fall, revealing your now even wider grin: “You look like you were just passionately snogging a snowman, love.” Paul’s lips thinned in mock-anger. “I’ll show you snogging a snowman,” was all he said before you were pulled close and cold lips crushed against your own. 

You shivered when his cold hands gripped your hips, but had to stifle a giggle soon, because you felt like you were kissing an ice lolly. Father Paul pulled away from your mouth to give you an unreadable look and then proceeded to swiftly move his hands up and under your shirt and press them against your bare ribs. You gave a high pitched squeal and jumped, slapping at his hands and trying to shove them away: “You utter tit!” He had the audacity to actually giggle and try to put his ice cold hands on you again.

You play-wrestled for a while, laughing until you ran out of breath, before he finally took a step back and raised his hands up: “Sorry, sorry, couldn’t resist.” You tried to give him a playful pout, but the corners of your lips were turning up anyway. “I’ll take a shower, and, uh, defrost a bit,” Paul said, still chuckling lightly and slowly walking backwards. Before he could reach the hallway however, he stopped with a look that was (unlike his hands) very much warm: “you could join me, if you’d like.” “I’ll just finish up here,” you immediately replied, “I’ll be five minutes.” 

It had started as all of your showers, you announced your presence by knocking on the bathroom door and entered the room. Paul stood in the shower, his shape slightly blurred by the condensation on the shower’s glass wall, and he seemed to be merely enjoying the warm water running down his body. You undressed wordlessly and were soon opening the door to join him under the ray. The priest smiled at you, his colour much better than five minutes ago, and opened his arms. 

You stepped forward carefully at first, but soon embraced him, once you felt his skin was now delightfully warm. For a while you just stood there, kissing wetly, until Father Paul grabbed your hips gently and spun you around. You giggled when he pressed his chest against your back and began delivering more kisses on the nape of your neck. Soon after two soapy hands began spreading the soap suds over your neck and back. Arms, hands and fingers then. Those wonderful hands then moved up once more to touch your collarbone before descending onto your chest. 

The priest took a hold of your breasts and started massaging them, fingers grazing your nipples every now and then, making you hum and turn your head towards him, a silent invitation to claim your mouth once more. You felt long digits on your ribs, your belly, coming down to grab your hips again. And there it was - the mood changed.

So very slowly, Paul’s right hand slid down, his touch delicate like a flutter of a butterfly’s wings, fingers softly gliding over your mound. “Mm… May I?” he asked ever so sweetly against your lips. You opened your eyes to observe his own, almost black with desire, and with a smile you put your hand over his own to guide it lower. Two fingers slided down between your folds and you shivered involuntarily. Father Paul began fondling your most sensitive area and your head fell upon his shoulder, a sigh leaving your mouth as you leaned against the tall body behind you.

Soon the priest’s fingers entered you and you bucked your hips, chasing more friction. His hard cock poked into your backside and Paul let out a shuddered breath. His fingers left your body and he turned you around once more before kissing you senselessly. He blindly reached for the shower head and turned it so that the spray was directed at one of the walls of the shower, all the while pushing his tongue alongside your own in a sweet dance. He turned the shower head away once more and backed you up against the wall, making you smile against his bruising mouth.

It was such a ‘Paul thing’ , warming the cold tiles up with water before pressing your back against them, ever so mindful of your comfort. The hand came back between your legs and fingers returned to slowly pumping in and out of you, quickly finding that perfect spot within and bumping against it with purpose. A thumb flicked your clit and the priest’s lips descended to bite softly at your breast. You released soft gasps and sighs of pleasure, praising your sweetheart lovingly and gently twisting your fingers in his wet hair.

He brought you slowly to your peak and your legs threaten to give out when you tug on his hair in ecstasy. He held you, sure and steady, and pressed you further into the wall. Strong hands gripped the back of your thighs and you were suddenly lifted up. Curling your legs around his torso, Father Paul lowered you onto his hard shaft, and your moan echoed among the drops of hot water. 

He gave you a few moments to adjust to his girth, your walls fluttering around the fleshy intruder. Paul’s fingers dug into the skin of your thighs and arse, sure to leave bruises, and his mouth left sloppy kisses on your neck. He moved then, giving a hard thrust and making your back drag along the tiled wall. You hung on for dear life as he began pounding into you, kissing everywhere he could reach and producing small pleasured sounds. You tried to move your hips in time with his thrusting and soon you found a rhythm that let you slowly climb towards your high once more. 

He captured your lips again, muffling his moans and yours, as his hips sped up their movement. Then, as in slow motion, you felt him shift in an erratic manner and your mouths separate. One of his hands left your bum and hurriedly flew over to the adjoining wall, and there was a wild look in his eyes. You looked down through half lidded eyes, still holding onto his shoulders, and saw that one of his feet was much farther away from the other than it originally was, nearly at the corner of the shower, and it looked rather unstable.

“What happened?” you asked between your laboured breathing. “I slipped,” said Paul sheepishly, his hand still bracing itself against the wall, trying to keep both of you from falling down onto the shower floor. You couldn’t help but start giggling softly at the situation. The priest was sheathed within you completely, his member giving a throb every now and then, and his body was stuck in an utterly awkward position, holding himself and you up with all the strength he could muster. After a few seconds, he began giggling as well.

“Wait, let me-” you said softly and lowered the leg he wasn’t holding back on the ground, finding your footing. Letting his shaft slip out of you, you braced the priest until he could safely return to both of his feet. “I think it’ll be safer like this,” you whispered into his ear and kissed him on the mouth shortly before turning around, putting your hands against the wall and bending over slightly.

Father Paul immediately got behind you and grabbed your hips, guiding you to lift your arse a little. Then, in one fluent steady move, he was buried inside your heat once, making you drop your head back in relief. His arms wrapped around your torso and lips pressed against the junction between your neck and shoulder, teeth grazing the soft skin there. He resumes thrusting into you in the same rhythm you set before your near accident and soon you feel the heavy coil setting within your stomach.  

You pressed your hands hard against the wall, desperate for something to grab onto as Paul’s precise thrusting against your sweet spot began overwhelming you, so you let one hand drop down and take a hold on Paul’s own, intertwining your fingers and squeezing hard. The priest returned your hold and his other hand went to tease at your nub once more. “(F-F/N),” he groaned into your ear, “k-kiss me.” You turned your head as much as you could, latching onto Paul’s mouth and sucking his lower lip into your mouth, nibbling on it gently. 

You could feel him twitch within you and knew he was close. Paul was breathing hard through his nose, releasing low whimpers against your mouth, hips beginning to snap faster, occasionally breaking the rhythm. His fingers on your clit started rubbing harder, quicker and soon you were as close as he, reduced to a whimpering mess under the priest’s attention.

“H-hold on…” he stammered out and suddenly stopped moving entirely, causing you to release a needy, unhappy whine, desperate to reach your release. Father Paul had no intention to let you suffer though, stopping only to take a hold of your leg right below your knee and lift it up, pushing his chest against your back and penetrating you as deep as he could. He resumed his fast movements, hand stroking between your legs at a furious pace now while his hips pumped into you. The new angle made you see stars and you managed to hook one of your arms around his neck for leverage.

“I’m so close, Paul,” you breathed, eyes fluttering open and closed. You were becoming light headed from pleasure, the burning within your core nearly painful now. “Good,” he replied, pressing a short, messy kiss against your open mouth, “g-good, because I’m about to come inside you in thirty se-seconds.” You let out a shaky giggle, which turned into an obscene moan as you found yourself on the very brink: “Let’s make it fifteen,” you managed to get out as you let go, your back arching in a way that would be quite painful were you not being crushed by a tsunami of endorphins, your legs trembling so hard it was a small wonder you were still standing, on one foot no less.

Paul ended up following you no more than ten seconds later, your walls squeezing him tightly and the sight of you so incredibly erotic. He moaned loudly into your skin and fucked into your hole hard, riding out his orgasm. You felt hotness spreading inside you and let your head fall against the priest’s shoulder, post-coital bliss making your eyes heavy and mind empty and quiet. A few short thrusts and soft groans later, Father Paul stilled in his movements, the hand that was previously rubbing at your swollen bud coming to wrap around your waist, the other one carefully lowering your leg back onto the ground. 

He held you close, unsure whether you’re fit to stand on your own just yet and you were rather grateful for that. Your legs felt like jelly and Paul was just so comfortable to lean against. The priest’s fingers wrote invisible words across your skin as his softening member slid out of you. "Not that I'm complaining," you said lazily after a minute or two, "but we're not really saving much water, are we?" Paul chuckled and pressed a sweet peck upon your smiling mouth. "Yeah," he admitted, "better get on with it. Are you alright, can you stand?" 

The rest of the shower was filled with slow tenderness, soft hands sliding across skin and through hair, digits covered in water wrinkles. Later, as you sat in a fluffy bathrobe on the edge of your tub, towelling drops of water out of your hair, Paul would watch you, eyes warm and loving. "Paul," you said, and it was then he realised you probably had been talking to him and he didn't hear a single word. "Huh?" He asked eloquently. There was a knowing mischievous look in your eyes and a grin playing on your lips: "I asked whether you gave the Christmas tree any thought already."

Hello, hope you enjoyed reading!  I originally had a multiple orgasms idea, but it just didn't work for me, so I'll perhaps use it in some future fics.

As always, you can find this story and all of my other stories on AO3. I gobble feedback up like Christmas cookies <3

[fangirlstorycreator]

Hey hey! Love your writing 💚. Could you possibly do a piece where ck Terry is just relaxing in his bathtub, enjoying some champagne, maybe even smoking a cigar . With a beautiful view of the beach and maybe some fruits and other pleasantries on the side. His sun tanned skin girlfriend then joins him maybe giving him a good massage and one thing leads to another😏😏steamy🤭if that's okay. Thank you in advance!😁💚💚

Thank you so much anon 💚 I'm so glad your enjoying my stories I post, I'm very happy to write this one for you 😁

The sunshine and warm wind was perfect to walk out in on this summer's day. Your boyfriend Terry's house was based right next to the beach and it was absolutely beautiful. You told him that you were going for a swim down the beach, it was literally a 30 second walk from the house, while he was finishing an email in his office. You went upstairs and dressed yourself into your new bikini, it was royal blue in colour and it was a beautiful piece of swimming gear, it really complimented your figure. You slip into your flip flops and grab a towel before walking through the house and out of the backdoor.

You could feel the sun shining down onto your skin and hair, and the warm air was gently moving little strands of your hair as you walked down onto the sand. It was like having your own private holiday, and you loved it. Putting your towel on the sunbed and slipping out of your flip flops, you make your way to the water. It's a beautiful light blue today, like you were walking towards liquid sapphires, then once the water washed over your feet, it was wonderfully cool against your skin. You walked in until the water was up to your waist then you slowly fall into the water and float on the surface as the water cooled your warm skin. It was pure bliss.

Terry wasnt always a fan of the sea, so he would only come in if you tempted him. But today you just wanted to enjoy a few minutes to yourself, floating like you weighed nothing at all. You stayed in the sea for about half an hour before you eventual decided to go back in. You were walking up towards the house with your towel wrapped around your waist, when you see the downstairs bathroom large doors wide open. Curiosity got the best of you and you walk over to see why it's open, and that's when you see Terry sat in the large hot tub, looking out onto the water. "Ah there is my beautiful goddess, did you have a nice swim?" "Yes I did Terry, however, I wasnt expecting to see you in hear"

He chuckles as he reaches for a glass of champagne on the side of the hot tub. "Well I was so enjoying watching you. Seeing your beautiful body glistening in the water was a true sight to see. So, I decided to put this hot tub on and...enjoy the view" "Oh did you indeed? Well would you like some company in that hot tub of yours?" He simply smiles at you as he leans over and pours another glass of champagne for you. You take your towel off and walk up to the hot tub, and of course because Terry is an absolute gentleman, he offers you his hand as you climb in. You settle into the water and Terry hands you a glass of champagne.

As you take a sip, you cant help but admire Terry's chest. His strong muscular chest has a few droplets of water running down it as the bubbly water moves over him. Its hypnotic to watch it, so you decide to make him an offer. "I see that one of our massage oils is behind you Terry, why dont you pass it over and I can use it on you?" "I like the way you think sweetheart" He happily hands it to you and you change your position, by backing up and sitting on the edge of the hot tub with your feet still in the water. Your hand glides over Terry's shoulder, making him sit infront of you, with his back inbetween your legs. Pouring some oil into your hands, you start moving your hands over him and massaging his shoulders with your thumbs, getting into any tight nots you can find.

He is loving this, and he leans into your touch. His long silver curls are brushing against your legs as he moves his head back, while little moans leave his lips like whispers. "Ooohh sweetheart, you have no idea how good this feels" he says as his eyes close. You giggle at his reaction and continue to massage his shoulders and down his arms. At one point your fingers run over his collarbone and stroke over his chest, his muscles feel so hard and yet so smooth and silky at the same time. He loves it when you do this to him, and he turns his his head a little and kisses your hand before you move back to his shoulders. You get the feeling that Terry is starting to feel a little naughty, because his arm wraps under one of your lower legs and he moves it so it's over his shoulder and your foot is resting on his thigh.

With his hand still around your leg, he starts kissing along the soft and silky skin on your leg, occasionally running the tip of his tounge across it too. "Your so beautiful sweetheart, I cant resist your body" You giggle at him, then he turns and stands up a little and takes you into his arms with your legs around his waist. Then he sits back down into the water with you on his lap, and you already realise he isnt wearing anything. "Your always so good to me, I dont know how I got so lucky when you came into my life" "Would you like to get luckier babe?" His response was a sweet and slow kiss, his lips were so soft and delicate, and his tounge always felt so good in your mouth. His legs spread out a little so you could feel him, he was getting harder the more you kissed him.

One of his hands moved into the water and it found the part of your bikini covering your privacy, and he slides it to the side. His hands then wraps around his hard cock and he moves the tip over your sensitive clit, making you shudder under his touch. "Uhh Terry, I want you babe, I want to feel you inside me" It was as if your words made something in Terry snap, and he enters you with a long and deeply penetrating thrust. You gasp at him entering you, but he felt so good. Kissing him again, your hands hold onto his shoulders as your hips move back and forth against him, and his hands are gripping onto your hips. As your moans get gradually louder and stronger, Terry picks up the pace, by moving your hips quicker and moving his hips to thrust up into you, slamming the head of his cock against your G spot while his fingers are teasing your clit. "Oh Terry, I'm so close. Please dont stop!" "That's it sweetheart, take all of me. I want to cum inside you!"

Your so sensitive and before you know it, the waves of pleasure are flooding through you making you physically shake against Terry's legs, and your nails dig into his shoulders as Terry continues to fuck you through your orgasm. He cums at the same time as you and your both letting out deliciously sounding moans as your experiencing the high of your orgasms. His grip on your hips gently release and you fall against his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. He kisses your shoulder as he says "My god I love making you feel like that sweetheart. You always look so beautiful" You sit up to look at him. "I can't.....get my legs to stop shaking" you were a little breathless when you said this, but it just makes Terry chuckle. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'll take care of you"

[eirenical]

sooo… tell me more about that heiping smut. that sounds relevant to my interests for some reason. (yes, yes i just want to hear more about it bc i love it a lot. SO WHAT. DON'T JUDGE ME.)

(what if i put this one on anon! WHAT IF.)

Why, I can't imagine why a WiP titled "Laire fic heiping smut outtake" would be relevant to your interests! 😁 (And I have a feeling I would have known this one was you, too. CALL IT A HUNCH. XD)

[The WiP Title List, if anyone else would like to ask about one. ^_^]

ANYWAY, about a year ago, @laireshi wrote this AMAZING Heiping fic, Exploration, that had this line in the second paragraph:

It wasn’t as if he was actually expecting an answer, between Yaba’s inability to speak more than one sentence a week—and Xiazi was rather sure Yaba had used up all his words for the month begging in bed last night, and yes, he was very proud of himself for that one—and this having to do with the Zhang family’s Super Secret Stuff.

And that bit between the em-dashes caught me by the fucking THROAT and wouldn't let go. So I asked Laire if she would mind if I took a stab at writing that night before when Xiaoge used up his month's worth of words begging in bed, and her response was basically "YES PLEASE". ;D So I did. 😁

It's a bit under 3300 words now and I have maybe... one more scene to write plus some snuggling? I also have quite a bit more begging to get in for Xiaoge to fill that quota. XD So far most of his begging seems to be some variation of Hei Xiazi's name, but Xiazi doesn't seem to mind. ;D

But basically this has become an exercise of Hei Xiazi trying to figure out exactly how much soft pampering, how much teasing, and how many orgasms he can get away with giving Xiaoge before Xiaoge actually starts begging for real and not just screaming his name. 😏😁 So far we're at... three teases and two orgasms with Xiazi already planning round three?

It'll be a wonder Xiaoge can even WALK by the time the fic takes place. XD

(And yes, I just got distracted rereading the fic for the nth time while I was taking that tally. I really do need to finish this one and post it. MAYBE AFTER GRADING HELL WEEK IS DONE. AS A TREAT. 😁)

In the meantime... snippet behind the cut? Yeah. I think a snippet behind the cut. ^_^

Showers, Hei Xiazi had always thought, were a revelation.  They'd not been common place when he was born, but they'd been installed in the house as soon as they were available.  Xiazi had reveled in them then and continued to do so now.  The pounding of hot water on sore muscles, the buildup of steam opening pores and congested breathing, the speed with which the grime fell from his overworked body… yeah.  Still a revelation.  But sometimes, just sometimes, there was no replacement for a nice long soak in a hot bath.

Especially with the right company.

Xiazi slid his fingers back into Yaba's hair, massaging his scalp as he lathered, then letting his hands drift lower to the tight column of Yaba's neck and shoulders.  Did those muscles ever relax?  Sometimes Xiazi wondered if Yaba even knew the meaning of the word.  Digging his thumbs deeply into the muscles at the base of Yaba's neck, he slowly dragged them upwards to the knobs at the base of his skull.  Steady pressure, deep strokes, coaxing those muscles to unwind, to let go of their knots, to ease the headache that surely must be forming from all that tension.

After barely a minute of those gentle ministrations, Xiazi was rewarded with a subtle, barely-there shiver and a long, low moan.  Moments later, Yaba's head fell back to rest against Xiazi's shoulder, his body quickly following, settling softly into the curve of Xiazi's body.  Exactly what he'd been waiting for.

Xiazi rinsed his hands in the bathwater, then filled the bowl he'd left aside for just this purpose.  Shielding Yaba's eyes with one hand, he lifted the bowl and slowly rinsed the shampoo lather from his hair.  Bowl by bowl, the lather washed away into the tub to mingle with the water, leaving Yaba's hair sleek and soft, his body growing heavier against Xiazi with every bowl full of water that sluiced over his skin.

It wasn't often that Yaba let himself be taken care of like this.  It was weeks, months, sometimes years, after their each reacquaintance before Yaba would let his guard down enough to let Xiazi do this for him—before he could even begin to understand why Xiazi would want to.

After all, you maintained your tools, certainly, but you didn't buy them sweets.  You didn't hold them close while they slept.  You didn't coax and caress them until they agreed to let a day go by when they wouldn't be used.  You didn't show them affection.  And Yaba, Hei Xiazi had long since learned, viewed himself as nothing more than a tool, unless someone taught him otherwise.  And that was the worst thing of all.

But today, when Hei Xiazi had drawn a bath for himself, had teasingly invited Yaba to join him, Yaba had surprised him.  His expression had softened, those too long fingers drifting through Hei Xiazi's hair as their gazes met—one shielded and one guarded, though not so much as it had once been.  He'd left the bathroom, then, puttered around in the hotel room for a while, turning off lights as he moved.  He left only one lamp lit, softly reflected light the only illumination once he was done. 

"Admit it, you just want to get a gander at my gorgeous eyes, don't you?" Hei Xiazi had said, as Yaba returned and slipped the black glasses from his face.

Yaba had shaken his head, a smile so fond crossing his lips that Xiazi's breath caught in his chest like a lovesick teenager's.  Moments later, Yaba was peeling out of his clothes and slipping into the tub, and here they'd been ever since.

[illiana-mystery]

As promised, here's a snippet from Chapter 7 of Rose-Colored Glasses.

This chapter is still being written and edited, but I hope to have it out before mid-September.🤞🏾

But until then, I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek...

--

Once he parked, he shuffled to the door and rang the doorbell. Quinn quickly answered it and he looked a bit panicked and anxious. Like he was having an anxiety attack, which worried his overly concerned father.

"Oh, Dad, there you are," he scoffed. "I thought you said you were close. What took you so long?"

"Quinn," Devon sternly said behind him. "Cut your father some slack. He was probably stuck in traffic."

"Right," he moaned in defeat. "Sorry, dad. It's just...I..."

He studdered more before Terry just hugged him tight.

"I know, I know. Just take your deep breaths. Did you take your anxiety medication?"

"I just made him take it," Devon said before Quinn moved out the way to let him into their home.

"Thank you, Devon," Terry said with smile.

"You're welcome," she said before she went to Lennon's room to grab him and his bags.

"Sorry, Lennon was taking another nap," Quinn explained. "It's gonna be fun waking him..."

Lennon immediately started crying.

"Up," Quinn finished.

"Oh, don't cry, Lenny," they heard Devon coo. "You're gonna see Paw'Paw."

"Paw'Paw!" he cheered.

"That's right...oh, you want to hold your Professor Knight doll?"

Lennon made a happy noise.

"Okay, you can hold him."

"Paw'Paw!"

Devon soon came back into the room holding Lennon in one hand while holding his diaper bag and toy bag in her other hand. Quinn immediately took the bags from her so she wouldn't strain, before Lennon finally saw his grandpa.

His sweet little brown eyes lit up and a slight smile appeared on his face when he saw Terry. He also made a happy sound and was starting to reach out for him.

"Paw'Paw!" he cheered, his right arm tightly clutching onto Professor Knight's arm.

Terry chuckled and reached out for him as Devon handed him to his grandfather.

"Paw'Paw!" he screamed as he leaned in closer to his elder.

"Oh, there's my little Lenny," he teased with a slight stomach tickle. Lennon laughed and made another happy noise making Terry chuckle and kiss his forehead.

Devon was just moved by their interaction.

"Thank you for watching him for us," she said.

"Of course. He's my grandson and I love spending time with him," he insisted before he took the bags from Quinn. "Now, I'll be out of your hair. Enjoy the meal and please try to get along with my ex-wife."

"We will. Thank you, Terry."

"Wait a minute," Quinn said. "Dad, why do you smell like lavender?"

"I do?"

"Don't play dumb, Dad. Are you seeing someone?"

He froze when Quinn asked him that. He didn't even notice that he smelled like your body wash.

"No, I ran out of body wash so I had to use some of your mother's she left behind," he carefully lied. "And to answer your other question, I'm happily single."

"Happily single, my ass," Quinn scoffed. "You are seeing someone. Mom never liked lavender..."

"Quinn!" Devon barked. "That's enough. We have a dinner to get to and we're about to be late."

"What I can't ask my dad about his girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry, Terry. His medicine didn't kick in yet."

"It's alright. I'll see myself out," he said before he walked out the front door with Lennon in tow.

He left their house before they did and was speeding to return to you. But he still remembered he was on Paw'Paw duty.

So he started to play a Sesame Street CD he bought for when he had his grandson with him. He memorized every song since he heard the music a million times now.

But it didn't get old for him since he liked singing the songs to Lennon. And in turn, Lennon would always try to clap his little hands and sing along.

Terry loved when he was interactive like that, because he could always see the pure joy in his blushed cheeks. And that always warmed his heart.

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This chapter is also gonna have some meta-humor. 😏 So I promise it'll be worth the wait. 😉

[bitchkay]

Do you by chance have some headcanons for Lou? 👉👈

You mean the head master😎 please understand or I'll cry😥

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

Tell me this man isn't a twink under that fucking robe--

I have no proof but this bitch is into bondage.

I HAVE NO PROOF but this bitch is into bondage.

Take a good long look at him.

HE'S A MENACE TO SOCIETY ON HIS OWN YOU THINK HE WOULDN'T BE A FUCKING DEMON   IN BE--

this man is a bitch.

He'd make you lose your mind.

Not one single coherent thought would go through your head.

This man would literally make you pass out.

9 inches of cock, 2½ inches of girth.

I'm--😳

That's quite the cock😳

Sometimes you suck his dick under his desk in his office

Shit this man wears idk a fucking dress, you can go underneath it and still go undetected-

He fucks your face.

But very specifically when you're kneeled on the floor with your back to the wall

He has one arm on the wall and one hand on the back of your head as he merciless fucks your throat while your face wets with tears and drool

I bet you most of yalls sex happen in the headmaster's tower

I mean where else

He'd sit you on his cock, bind your arms and tell you to make yourself cum.

"Quickly now, we haven't all day."

And you eat that shit up

After a long day of headmastering Lou simply just buries his face in your cunt to relieve his stress

He'd have you literally shaking beneath his very talented tongue

He'd make you cum as many times as he wants.

He'll urge orgasm after orgasm from you until he's satisfied.

Using only his tongue.

Head master.

Hed call you to his office under the pretence that's its something important then fuck you rough on his desk

You'd fuck for hours and hours until your body could no longer take it

Then he'd kiss your cheeks and run you a bath♡

But you were just fucked to smithereens, he washing you in the bath trying urge you to stay awake💀💀

So many hours of sleep are lost cus of this fucker💀

Sometimes he'll excuse you from your lectures to let you sleep in his office for the day♡

However once you rested up it's a repeating cycle of rough ass sex and lost sleep

That's only half a joke.

You walk to class one day with a limp and Rio and Sherry are worried about you

"Don't worry my legs are just falling asleep today😁"

Rio like "ok you should take care of yourself more" meanwhile Sherry can see right through your lies, she know you been having a lot of sex "🤨... don't push yourself to hard😏"

Then after class you still be having sex like no tomorrow

Yall not sex addicts tho, you know your limits and you quite literally cannot have sex at every moment of the day, yall busy people

But that don't mean y'all don't be fucking left and right

Lou just feels so good inside you, you can't get enough of him

And he can't get enough of you

You sometimes like being at the mercy of his whims and you sure as hell aren't fragile

But at this point your surprised you're not broken

You've fucked on almost ever surface in the headmaster's tower and fulfilled any and every desire you can think ok

There was one time he had you bent over his desk fucking you from behind and someone knocked on the door

It was locked of course, with a charm only he can open

But he just covered your mouth with his hands and continued thrusting addressing the person outside like nothing happening

He ended up making you cum before the person outside was gone

But yall just went another round to make up for loss time😊😊

He came on your face one time and immediately felt himself grow hard again.

Sir headmaster Lou carries himself in attire all white, as pale as his hair

He ended up loving covering you in his cum as a way to lay his claims on you

Oh fuck😳

Still helps you clean up tho♡

:))

[borathae]

Hey my love 💜

How is my fave doing? 💗 I miss you! I have been gone for so long, but omg, the Hobi story last night killed my heart heart 💔 (in a beautiful way of course)

And your other one shots 😩😩😩 They have been so warm and comforting — it’s winter where I live at the moment and so I am really feeling the love 💕

Tonight’s list is different — it’s about smells!! So I am going to list a number of common smells and you can choose who most likely smells like this/ who you most associate with this smell! I hope this makes some sense lol:

1. Fresh linen

2. Grass straight after it has rained

3. Vanilla and baked goods

4. Citrus, like a freshly squeezed OJ

5. Coffee

6. Sweat, the nice, familiar kind

7. Spice, like when you sniff chai

8. Wood and bark

9. Ink and the inside of a book

10. Lavender or eucalyptus

11. Peppermint

12. Bonus Q 🧡 Describe a character who you think smells phenomenal— what do they smell like on a day to day basis ? If you were to turn their smell into a perfume, what would it be called? ✨

Sorry if some of this makes no sense, please feel free to skip if no human (or vampire 😏) could smell like that LOL 😂 Lots of love Sibi 💜

Okay okay okay yes. Now we are talking. YES! Smells! omfg istg I could describe smells for paragraphs ahahhah I'm such a smell person fajdsfj

I'll warn you already, this is such a long list and took me days to make ahahahh 🥴

ogc!couple, roommate!JK, soi!JK, oy, laundry fairy!JK, SA!Yoongi, ihyily, basically all of my koos ahahha

somehow this gives me oy!Yoongi vibes? or Only Yesterday in general?

SA!Yoongi, oy!OC & Jihope, roommate!Yoongi, husband!Yoongi

SA!Yoongi?, the ogc couple's house in the morning, SA!Jimin 100%

cbt!Yoongi, sc!Yoongi

is there ever nice smelling sweat? gjsjs

oy!OC, SA!OC, also SA!Yoongi because chai = comfort for me and he is comfort

oy!Yoongi, tct!Kook? idk why I love the smell of wood btw

SA!OC, SA!Tae

SA!Tae, ihyily!Tae, Tae always make me think of lavender idk why

tct!JK, SA!YG, aaol!JK

Now for twelve I wanna go with SA!Yoongi & ogc!JK because I love them both so much & I think about how they smell on a day to day basis

SA!Yoongi

washes his hair religiously & uses so much good smelling products; loves apple or mint shampoo; uses hair oils to moisturise; herbal bodywash; musky deodorant; woody yet faint cologne that fits him so well; you only really smell it if you are close to him; which drives oc wild cause she just wants to be stuck to his neck 24/7 because he smells so nice; also washes his sheets/dirty laundry once a week so his place always smells nice; somehow his breath is always minty idk how he does it; but you don't catch this man having bad breath; or chipped lips for that matter; speaking of lips; uses honey lip balm which always leave his kiss tasting sweet; i have to confess he does smell like blood after a hunt but he instantly washes himself & brushes his teeth thouroughly so it's never a lingering smell with him

ogc!JK

another candiate for frequent hair washes; loves moisturising shampoos & conditioners; argan oil, coconut oil, macademia oil you choose it he loves all of them; also uses those type of hairmasks where have to use a showercap to let them set; they smell exactly like the stuff they use at hairdressers; very faint smelling body wash because he doesn't like strong smells; almond oil moisturiser; his perfume & deodorant is very subtle too because once again strong smells are a big no-no for him; maybe he doesn't even use cologne?; he just showers a lot so that he already naturally smells good; they wash their laundry weekly but their sheets biweekly; the house however always smells nice & fresh; he hates having morning breath but oc tells him that she doesn't care; brushes his teeth twice in the morning; once to smell good during breakfast making & after to get rid of the dirt; his breath is not 24/7 minty as SA!Yoongi but still never bad; lips smell of his cherry chapstick

Can you tell that I am holding back in my stories? hahha your bitch could talk about smells for literal paragraphs I'm not even joking hahahah 😔✊🏻💜

[mara-xx217]

Can you write something nsfw about pyramid head seeing the reader get her clothes ripped off because of the cage of atonement ? I really love your work

Yes yes YES YESYESYES! I've been wanting to do more with him for so freaking LONG!

Warnings: Blood, Critical Injuries, Body Horror, Monster Tongue😏, Throat Fucking, Cockblocking

Your shoulders burned from the sharp, oddly shaped and surely rusted over metal spikes that had punctured them through and through. Though you have no proof, you’re almost certain that the Executioner has a hate boner for you. Not because you’ve been forced into this cramp, painful sharp cage, oh no. This is on par with the usual, here in the Entity’s realms. What’s not typical, however, is your fucking clothes slowly being ripped to shreds by said cage.

There was no way for you to get away from the spikes poking and prodding and tearing into not only your clothing, but your soft flesh, too. You could only kick and flail helplessly for so long, and sooner than later, it’s gonna get fucking awkward around here… You had no fucking clue where anyone was, or why they haven’t come to get you out of this damn cage, but you were starting to get pissed off. Oh, and embarrassed. Really fucking embarrassed…

The sound of ripping cloth filled the empty classroom you’re trapped in. You grit your teeth, tears of stinging pain and self-consciousness welling in your eyes. Maybe you’d get lucky and be crushed to death before anyone sees you look this pathetic. Probably not, though… Your skin crawls as near freezing air cools your sweat and blood soaked body. You’re almost certain that both your shirt and bra have been cut into, leaving your back completely exposed and burning from the vicious gash that you just received.

Something inside of you was at its breaking point. You wanted out. Death, rescue, it would all be the same to you. You needed out..! Something else was torn, at the back of one of your thighs. You didn’t know how long or how deep it was, but, at this point, you don’t care. You don’t fucking care! Someone get me the hELL OUT OF HERE!! I CAN’T FUCKING TAKE IT ANYMORE..!!

A mute groan of pain echoed down the neighboring hallway. Struggling to quieten your hysterical breathing, you strained your ears. At first, you weren’t sure who- or what- was approaching you. An injured survivor? Him..? You silently plead to any god that might be listening to you: Please please please pleasepleaseplease don’t-..! The unmistakable scrapping of sharp metal on the broken tiled floor sealed your fate.

…fuck…

The Executioner had to lean forward at an unnatural angle to fit his massive helmet into the doorway, somehow managing to not fall face first despite all that weight forcing him forward. Every hair on your body stood on end as the dread that burned the back of your throat threatened to spew from your nose. You were choking on your fear, struggling starting anew as you tried vainly to either escape or usher along your death. You’ve heard things about this monster, from Cheryl and James. Horrific things. If that thing got his hands on you…

Every muscle in your body jumped violently as the Executioner stabbed his Great Knife into the ground, just in front of you. Every single one of your injuries screamed and burned in protest, causing hot tears to finally cascade down your face, washing away some of the blood and grime from your cheeks. Somehow, you just knew that the monster in front of you was admiring his handiwork, especially when he began to subtly tip his helmet side to side, as if thoroughly examining your pained features.

He shifted even closer, close enough so that you could feel his rancid breath washing over your face in a humid puff. You regret keeping your eyes open. Between the smell of rotting flesh and the mass of writhing flesh dripping with… some sort of murky, viscous liquid that threatened to splash your face with each sour breath he took, you were either going to vomit or pass out. He stopped moving, so close to you that his helmet bumped and scraped the seemingly alive metal cage that still hasn’t stopped stabbing and nicking your battered body. Holding your breath, you screwed your eyes shut, praying that whatever was about to happen would be over soon.

…Silence, then…

SQUELCH!

Just as your eyes snapped open, a wet, slimy, tongue like appendage was dragged across your face and your fucking eyeball-!!! You shout in disgust, unable to fend off his tongue from wandering your blood and tear soaked face. It was long, blackish grey, and somehow smelled worse than it looked. Between the blood loss, the putrid, acrid smell, and the terror of the entire situation, you were about to faint any second. Every harsh breath that you involuntarily sucked in, you gagged violently, warm and bittersweet bile flooding your mouth and sinuses. It was too much… Too fucking MUCH-!!!

When that terrible, slimy thing dipped lower, past your collarbone, you couldn’t stop a pitiful cry of revulsion from slipping past your gritted teeth. You’ve never felt so violated before in your entire life. The killer knew exactly where to lick, what places to focus on, and for how long to lavish a specific place to send you over the edge of being overwhelmed with disgust and a sickening warmth that rose throughout your body against your will. Your neck, your chest, your navel, all of it was slathered in thick, brackish mucus. A broken sob wracked your body. It was horrible… You just wanted to crawl out of your skin and fucking die.

Why me…? You thought bitterly as one of the Executioner’s large hands wraps around your jaw, holding your head in place as he attempted to force his tongue in between your clenched teeth. When his other hand went for your surely ruined pants, you went slack from shock just long enough for him to shove his tongue past your teeth and halfway down your throat.

How could it taste even worse than you could possibly imagine…? You couldn’t fucking breathe..! Screwing your eyes shut, you struggled vainly to breathe out of your nose, or between the thrusting of his tongue- FUCKING SOMEBODY…! HELP ME..!! It was too much..! You were about to resign yourself to your fate but then-

CLANK!

The tongue assaulting your throat pauses it’s decent before, without warning, retracting itself from your gullet. Saliva and bile gushed from your mouth and nose, running down your chin and staining your already filthy body. The hand around your jaw remains, tightening until the pressure placed on it becomes unbearable. The Executioner had turned his head opposite where you were held captive. You couldn’t see around his hulking frame, but you’re pretty sure it doesn’t matter. I’m so fu-

“OI! YA FUCKIN CUNT! LEAVE ‘ER ALONE!!”

That voice… I-Is that..?

CLANK!!

You’re released, but not before the remains of your tattered pants were effortlessly ripped off your body, leaving you completely humiliated and exposed. Or rather, you would have been, had you not lost so much blood. There was more shouting, but your ears were ringing too much to clearly make out what was said. It’s unfortunate that they came too late, but at least they tried…

You couldn’t keep your eyes open. It was past time to let go. You allow the Entity to take you, not wanting the killer to come back to finish what he started. The way he touched me… It was revolting. Even after you were returned back to camp, you could still feel that disgusting tongue all over your body and down your throat and in… other places that it didn’t even have the chance to explore. Yet…

Shuddering, you furiously rub your skin. You’re unable to rid yourself of the feeling of viscous mucus coating your skin. All you wanted was to take a bath, but that would never happen here. All you can do is hope and pray that you won’t face the Executioner anytime soon. Because, if you do… It won’t be that Great Knife that will split you in half…

@prettycutebunny @randomyklol @kennbb @furanshinufuransu

[charlieweasleysimp]

18+ NSFW Alphabet: Charlie Weasley Edition 🍂✨🧡

(Charlie Weasleyxfem!Reader)

Mature Audiences only because ✨excessive smut✨🥰

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

Like any good partner who knows what they’re doing, Charlie is well versed in the act of Aftercare. No matter the range, from it being sweet, intimate vanilla to taking you in the most enticingly rough manner possible, this gorgeous man will do everything in his power to make sure your mind and body is back where it needs to be. Need to cuddle? He’ll hold you and whisper sweet words til you fall asleep. Wanna shower? He’ll wash your hair for you and kiss your skin while the hot water revives you both. Need a movie while rehydrating and enjoying some snacks? A massage? He’s got you. (Best lover ever, 10/10 😌) Just remember though, your partner deserves all that love and care in return. 💜

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

While normally modest, Charlie does take some pride in how his arms look. He works hard at his job and stays in shape so he can perform his duties to the best of his ability. And those strong, muscular arms have reaped the benefits. He see’s how you blush while admiring him work, and absolutely loves that delightful giggle you let out when you ask to touch his biceps while flexing. Also, the way you seem to melt into him as he wraps those same arms around your waist makes him weak in the knees. 💜 As for your body, he would say he loves every part of you, and legitimately believes that statement. But he secretly has this deep fascination with your hips.. He absolutely adores being able to grip them in his hands, either while bending you over and taking you from behind or holding onto them as he trails his mouth down your stomach and in between your thighs. He’ll even come up behind you while you’re both in line at the grocery store, stroking your exposed hip and whispering what he wants to do with you when you both get home. He gets extremely hard just from nipping each side playfully with his teeth before going down on you. It’s like a form of foreplay for him, getting to touch the sweet curves of your body before being able to play with what lies below. 💋

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

Though he prefers to be deep inside you while you both climax, riding out that perfect, intoxicating high for as long as he can, Charlie does get a sort of thrill from seeing your skin glistening in the aftermath. He’ll gladly cum wherever you ask him to (especially on your tits or ass 🤭😏😌 Even on that little tattoo below your waist that no one knows about except for him…) That being said, you swallowing every last drop still ranks as one of the hottest acts you choose to do with him. He is in awe of your oral skills. ✨

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

Charlie throughly enjoys the idea of waking you up with sex. It took him a while to work up the courage to ask you how you would feel about it, and would never do anything without your consent, but once you gave it, he definitely took advantage of the sudden opportunity. Whether it’s the middle of the night or when the first light of day is coming through the window, the excitement Charlie gets from slowly revealing your tits, pushing your panties to the side or fully pulling them off before tasting you until your body begins to heat and stir is almost overwhelming to him. He gets turned on from hearing you moan in your sleep, loves seeing the peaks of your breasts harden from his tongue and the light caress of his hands. Feeling you tighten around his fingers or when he finally pushes his cock slowly into you quickly soothes an ache and gives him a high he didn’t originally know he needed.. That gasp you give when you fully awaken, and the way your gaze darkens with need for him as he picks up his pace, pounding into you, and finally letting your hips rise to meet his thrusts leads to some of the hottest sex either of you have ever had.

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

Though Charlie didn’t have a lot of long-term relationships with very many people, fucking (safely of course) is one of his favorite activities to engage in. He does know how to please his various partners, offering the fullest extent of his knowledge in exchange for the pleasure of knowing that it makes them feel amazing. (The man fucks, and fucks well. 😩😌) He teaches as good as he gives it. But when when he finally met you, his focus and needs shifted. You became the light of his life, and the person who gets to enjoy every trick, gift, and experience Charlie has to offer.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Oof.. Just thinking about all the ways he could fuck makes me blush. Yet, there’s something about the idea of having you facing towards a full length mirror, forcing you to hover over or lean fully against him with your back against his chest. He takes control, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear as he makes you bounce on his cock. Charlie will toy with your clit, telling you to spread your legs like a good girl for him, and watch what he’s doing to your body, slowly teasing and dragging out every second of intense, euphoric pleasure before making you beg for some sort of release. He gets off on watching you squirm on his lap, both of you fully naked and needy, desperate for one another’s touch.

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

Thankfully he’s a good mixture of both. ☀️ He knows when it’s most appropriate to be serious, but is also laid back. Charlie enjoys making a funny joke in the middle of sex occasionally, just to keep you on your toes. 😉 He loves to bring out your glowing smile, to hear your warm laugh while he has you wrapped up in his arms.. 🧡 But when the sex picks up speed, he’s very intent on trying to make you climax. 💋💥

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

Our sexy dragon man is a bit more natural, but stays groomed enough to make himself feel good about his appearance. 😌 But y’all already know the answer to the question about the drapes, surely. 😆🧡

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

So. Goddamn. Intimate. It’s swoon worthy how sweet Charlie is while making love to you. The intense eye contact alone takes your breath away… He enjoys watching the beautiful, unique facial expressions you make while he’s inside you, and he’ll place his hands anywhere they can reach, making you moan. Charlie’s hands will trace your lips, or run through your hair, all while he’s telling you how much he loves you and explain in exquisite detail what your body does to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He’s not shy when it comes to pleasuring himself. Though, the first time you witnessed him in the act, it was a bit of a surprise for you both. You had come home early from a trip, and he wasn’t expecting you back til the next morning. When you ventured towards the bedroom, you could hear Charlie groaning, voice deep with lust as he said your name. You perked up at this, and when you slowly crept towards the cracked door, careful not to be heard or seen, you looked inside the room, eyes immediately widening at the sight of your man, laid back against the pillows on the neatly made bed. Charlie’s head was tilted back against the headboard, eyes closed in concentration. He had his shirt off, thrown on the floor, while his sexiest pair of worn-in jeans were unzipped and in his hand, his large, mouth-watering cock stood at attention. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, mesmerized by the deliciously salacious act Charlie was obviously enjoying. By the way he spoke to himself, driving up the intensity that was leading to his climax, it almost felt as if you were seeing an entirely new side to the man you were falling in love with. This side.. it felt dark, and brazen. So dirty and dangerous, instantly causing your nipples to harden and your pussy to tingle as if he had spoken those words directly in your ear. “Oh… yes baby, I want you to take all of me.” He moaned, fully lost in whatever fantasy was running through his mind of the two of you. “Yes.. my fucking gorgeous girl. Gonna make you be the sweetest, little slut for me.” This made your breath hitch, and the way Charlie sped up the pace, pumping the length of him into his fist made you blush. You suddenly realized you liked the idea of this handsome, sexually confident man wanting you in this way. He was so kind and caring towards you, but calling you something so naughty, and him desiring you in this way specifically, made you ache for more. When you couldn’t stand not having him one second longer, you walked forward, gently announcing yourself with a quiet, “Charlie..” This made his eyes quickly open, a soft blush paired with a devilish grin lighting up his features. The surprise was evident, but then he ended up saying, “Welcome home, love.. I missed you. Care to join me?” And that’s exactly what you did. ❤️

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

It’s more of combination of things, not exactly one in particular… Charlie enjoys playing around and keeping things interesting for you, and if that means you get to experience something new for the first time, he’s all for it. For example, while he doesn’t have the urge to fully immerse himself into BDSM, he’s happy to play around with tying one another up during sex. He absolutely adores getting rough with you, from spanking the smooth curves of your rounded ass til it’s stinging with both pain and pleasure, or lightly wrapping a hand around your neck as he drives his cock into you; this being only at your request because it makes you reach your peak faster while offering more of an intense range of emotions. If it makes you moan his name, he’s down for almost anything. So… if anything..You, and everything that you are, is his kink. 💜

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His top favorite spot is in the little room you use as your study, surrounded by all your books, mainly because that’s where you appear to feel the most comfortable.. Something about seeing you in there, reading on a quiet Sunday morning at your desk, in nothing but one of his t-shirts from the night before, makes him ever so needy for you. He’ll bring you a warm drink after you two have had breakfast, and will stand there watching you a few moments before telling you how beautiful you look. You’ve played this sweet game dozens of times before but it never seems to get old for either of you. Charlie will come up behind you, those warm, calloused hands teasing along the skin of your exposed arms, then he will carefully push your hair off to the side and onto your shoulder, just so he can trail kisses from the sensitive spot on your ear all the way down to your collarbone. “You look so fucking sexy in my shirt.” He’ll say softly, those words hitting you right where he wants it to land. Before long, he has you bent over your own desk, devouring your cunt from behind until he makes you cry out in release. He’s made love to you there so many times, that it’s difficult not to get turned on just from walking through the door.

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

Sometimes it just takes the smallest moments to turn Charlie on. ✨ You could be reaching for a glass on the top shelf in the kitchen, and just seeing you stand up on your toes to reach as your skirt rides up will instantly wreck any decent thoughts with the image of you on your knees, ass in the air, either of your tight holes being filled with every inch he fucks into you. Just licking your lips or tasting a bit of icing from a pastry off the tip of your finger has him wishing he could push the tip of his cock between those same pouty lips of yours instead. You’re his motivation, and every little thing you do has Charlie wishing he could have you.

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

The one thing that took him a while to realize until the situation actually arose was the idea of you and him opening up your personal sex life together to let someone else in. He’s indulged in a fantasy or two that involved you being pleasured by another person while he also fucked you, but the moment someone actually inquired about engaging in group sex, he got this feeling in the pit of his stomach. Charlie decided that before he could make the situation worse by giving into the sudden urge to punch the man that had asked you both at a club he’d taken you to that night, he had told him to fuck off, then immediately left with you in tow. He had barely apparrated you out of there fast enough. The moment your feet touched the floor of the home you both shared, he had your dress pulled up and your panties ripped off before you could even take a deep breath. He made love to you on the living room rug that night, growling the words, “You’re mine. Only mine.” Against your neck as you came around his cock. “And I’m yours..” Charlie whispered once you were both fully sated, something you almost didn’t hear or comprehend before you fell asleep in his arms.

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

Oral sex has always been something you both thoroughly enjoyed. Though.. you hadn’t met anyone that could make you climax by just performing oral on you until you met Charlie. One night when he was still getting to know you, he had brought a bottle of whiskey over to your first apartment, and you both had decided to engage in a little game of Never Have I Ever. The most you two had ever done with the other was just a sweet, heart-fluttering goodnight kiss from the week before. By the time you were a few rounds into the game, the sexual tension was high and each of you were becoming tipsy in the best way. He couldn’t stop staring at your lips as you spoke, and Charlie’s hands were itching to see what lay underneath the minuscule skirt you’d worn. Your own eyes were glued to the way Charlie smiled at you, and how his strong hands gripped the glass he held, the same grip that only seemed to tighten whenever you trailed a hand playfully along his arm. When it was your turn, you became distracted with the way he bit his lip, eying you like you were the only bit of water left in the world. Your thighs moved together, the need to feel those hands all over you increasingly becoming more important. That’s when you blurted out the fact that you’d never had an orgasm by someone else’s mouth on you. This unintentional shared piece of information becoming known had caused you to quickly cover a hand over your own mouth, evident shock on your features. You observed Charlie, and noticed that the only change in his appearance was how he swallowed and quirked an eyebrow. Yet.. his voice almost didn’t sound like his own, more deep than you’d ever heard it before in that moment. “Well, Love.. if you’re willing, I’d be more than happy to help change that fact. Those other people don’t deserve a woman like you if they’re not making you feel sexually fulfilled every night you’re with them.” His cheeks were rosy in color from the alcohol he’d consumed, with an extra bit of flame added into his complexion from the words he had spoken. But what pushed you over the edge and caused you to nod was the eye contact he held. You could see the seriousness in his gaze, and knew immediately just how badly he wanted you then. And ever since that night, after Charlie had made you feel more orgasms than you thought were truly possible, the realization of how much the man enjoyed going down on you had risen whatever low standards you’d previously had when it came to oral sex. He’d shown you what true heaven was like and you were never going back. ✨💋

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

Whatever pace the mood you’re both in calls for, he’s ready for it. Charlie loves to be sensual, and during the first few times that he made love to you, he savored every second of it. But you were actually the one to initiate the first round of fast and rough sex. When you each had decided to elevate your relationship, you’d both taken a long weekend off from work and stayed in bed, fucking one another til you’d become exhausted and had fallen asleep. The first night of your long weekend, you’d woken up from a dream that involved the man sleeping next to you. It had left you feeling so much desire that you woke him up, quietly asking for more. He nodded, smiling in his half asleep state, and you made the decision to climb on top, taking the lead. He lazily made out with you for the smallest of moments, his cock swiftly rising to meet you, and as soon as you felt him harden, you lifted your hips and moved to take him inside your sweet, little cunt, which was more than ready to accept him. Your eyes slid closed, reveling in the feel of how long and thick he felt inside, then began to rock back and forth. The rocking quickly turned to bouncing and soon you were riding Charlie with every bit of energy that sex dream had renewed in your body. “Baby..” he rasped, and you finally looked at him again, locking onto his warm, brown eyes. You didn’t stop your movements, and his hands gripped your glorious hips, fucking into you with a wildness that you had dream about only minutes before. Your tits were bouncing as well, and he moved to lean forward, capturing a taut nipple between his lips and sucked it in. His right hand moved to your clit, finding his target and taking control of the last remaining bit of willpower you had over the orgasm you were desperately keeping at bay, trying to make this experience last forever. “I know you don’t want to come for me yet, Love. But I need you to finish for me. I wanna feel you tighten and pulse around my cock so I can fucking take and use your needy, little hole however I choose. Do you understand?” Charlie groaned loudly, no worry of anyone hearing the noises you and him made as he moved your frame on top of his own, making you do as he wished. You nodded, succumbing to this newly revealed dominant side of Charlie. The orgasm shook through you and your man kept his word, giving you everything he had left. It made you release another wave of pleasure from your core, and the sound of his name reverberated off the walls when he came inside you, simultaneously yelling your name in the process. When the stars had stopped and the breaths you both took had normalized, you carefully lifted yourself up to gaze into his eyes. “You’re… fucking phenomenal.” Charlie grinned at this, moving to kiss you all while thinking of what the next round of lovemaking would feel like with you on your knees.

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

He prefers to take you for as long as physically possible, so quickies aren’t his favorite. But he has most definitely become a professional when it comes to making you both finish in under a few minutes. He knows exactly what buttons to push to have you coming for him, seeing it as a challenge at first, which later turned into one of Charlie’s best skills, sexually speaking. Then it became a necessity when you and him went to visit the Burrow for two weeks during the Christmas season. Secret meetings and risky rendezvous’ became a staple on those cold, snowy days, causing you to also hone your talents in giving blow jobs. Charlie became addicted to the feel of your lips wrapped around his cock that Christmas. He always looks back on it fondly, reminiscing on how that was the year it became his favorite holiday. 👀😉🎄❤️✨

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

While unwilling to share, Charlie’s exhibitionist streak thrived with you by his side. You both took more risks together, by making love in the forest in broad daylight, sneaking into restrooms at parties, even going as far to fuck you in a dark booth at a crowded club as everyone danced. At one point during that experience, a woman noticed you both when she got too close to where you were grinding in Charlie’s lap, the short skirt of your dress barely covering the erotic view of your pussy getting railed.. Charlie’s eyes were too focused on your how you were moving, but you heard him moan when your cunt clenched around him, unexpectedly climaxing. He had no idea until you got home later that evening, when you told him that the early release was caused by the woman watching and winking at you before sauntering off back into the crowd. 💋 Charlie’s eyes blazed at this, the longing in them intensified by the idea of you getting off with his cock inside you while being watched. The sex for the rest of the night became just as heated, with the both of you unable to keep your hands off the other just from the pure adrenaline and lust.

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

From the previous parts of this post, (in my mind) Charlie can obviously have marathon sex. 😉😌💅🏻 (I can dream, okay? The person writing this is a proud fanfiction slut. My hopes are unhinged and the daydreams are plenty.) ✨

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

Charlie didn’t own toys before meeting you, but when he found the secret stash of toys in the bottom drawer of your dresser while looking for something you requested, his curiosity definitely skyrocketed. A whole idea of a date night came to him in that moment. One that ended with you tied up and blindfolded, expecting him to take you immediately, but instead turned into him fucking you with your own vibrating toy. He was mesmerized by how quickly it brought you to finish for him, and loved how the cute, colorful muggle item looked moving inside of you, all by his own hand. After the first initial climax of that night, he then took his time edging you and fucking your mouth with his own cock before giving in to your body altogether.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Something about being with you makes this man want to play. You excite him to no end, and the urge to have you lusting for him makes it all the more enjoyable. Charlie’s favorite game is playing with your nipples til you’re begging for him to pound you. The tips of your stunning tits are so delightfully sensitive that the act of trying to make you come for him without touching anywhere else is absolutely sinful.

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

The sound of Charlie enjoying sex is one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever heard… The way his voice gets after few minutes, it’s just so rough and addictive. Whether he’s talking sweet, whispering the nastiest shit in bed to you, or simply moaning your name, this perfect red headed masterpiece could create his very own explicit ASMR video and captivate the world with the sound of him getting off. But thankfully, that lovely voice is reserved only for you. 💋

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

You were laid up underneath the stars, the night sky stretching forever it seemed, in the vast forest that Charlie and you called home. You were in your favorite, secluded clearing, a few miles away from the small village located near the dragon sanctuary. The fire was burning low on a cool, autumn night, and you were wrapped up once again in the arms of your lover. He was watching you admire the the full moon that was acting as extra light for your romantic tryst away from the rest of world. Both of you were fully naked, cuddled in the warmest blanket you owned. It was such a perfect scene, you didn’t want to fall asleep.. You felt a hand trace the sensitive skin that made every heart stopping nerve in your body come alive. He knew just where to make you tremble for him.. and that thought alone was beautiful in itself. “I don’t think the way I want you.. the way I need you, baby.. it won’t ever stop. I’ve given my body and my soul to you and I still feel like I’m not doing enough.” He whispered, stroking your hair and moving to place kisses along the sweet spot of your shoulder. It always made you melt inside, and you loved it as much as you loved him. “You’re here, aren’t you, Char?” Your voice was kind, sincere, and somewhat quizzical. “I needed a friend.. and you showed me unconditional love. I wanted affection, and then you show me how much someone can adore me by just.. making the stars burst inside of me whenever I ask. You’re doing more than enough. You’re showing me how full our life is when we’re together. That’s all I’m ever going to need.” You kissed his lips lightly, feeling the soft, plump mouth that still hung open a little in surprise from your words. “And that’s enough?..” he asked, needing the reassurance that Charlie so often gave you in return. “More than enough, handsome. It’s everything.” 💜

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

He’s been in the same line of work for ten years so far, and he’s accumulated dozens of burns and scars, all which he wears like a badge of honor. Mixed with the large amounts of ink swirling all over his body like smoke, he’s turned his already well sculpted form into a work of art. Everything is muscled and perfectly toned. 😌✨ And that cock is indescribably long and thick

Let’s just say the man is blessed and by close proximity to said appendage, so are you. 😇

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

Liking sex the way he did before Charlie and you got together was somewhat normal. He had a healthy sex drive and everything was fine. But.. then he met you, and something special in your voice created an instantaneous ache that could only be quelled by lovingly fucking your brains out. And when he realized how amazing your personality was paired with your exquisite looks, Charlie realized these feelings for you wouldn’t fade. You were a spark igniting a fire in him that was all consuming, and your bodies crashing together only soothed the ever present need to be inside for a little while until he wanted you all over again.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He chooses to watch you fall asleep first. The simple act of observing you let your worries and thoughts from the day leave your mind after a long night of love making is a soothing experience. Once you’re at peace, he’s able to fall asleep right along beside you. 😌💜

[sparkledfirecracker]

You know why. 😏

THE VIOLENCE IN MY ASK IS ASTRONOMICAL AND THE DESTRUCTION UPON MY BRAIN, NAVY, YOU KNEW WHAT YOU WERE DOING, but I'm okay with it. This started as a 'let's live rent free in the brain', but ended up leading its own life, so I present you with my twin attack ‘From Both Ends’.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader x special guest Rating: Explicit Summary: You finally give in to the Levinson twins. Word count: 1272 Warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, threesome, anal, double creampie, twins. A/N: DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR!!!! Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics and beta’d by the one and only @dreamlessinparis all mistakes are still my own. Enjoy this piece of twin destruction.

The moment you set foot inside the resort you were sure of one thing, the Levinson brothers were trouble. Not just any kind of brothers, twins, just the smirks on their faces as they looked you up and down had your senses spiked. Much later you had overheard a conversation where they were betting on who you’d fall for first and who you would fuck first.

Nights out had been wild, but you had refused their offers. You had successfully avoided their beds. Playing around with their feelings was fun, beating them around the bush and having them chase something they couldn’t have. It was all a game to you and just another predatory chase for them.

As you scanned the area you couldn’t see them anywhere in sight. Guy was probably out on a dive with guests and Ari most likely out on a run with a group of fanatics. Resort life as you knew it was different in these high end situations.

You had gathered your whistle and volleyball. Setting out your way towards the outside terrace where some of your guests were waiting. After a quick chat, you all made your way down to the beach in front of the resort.

Explaining the rules and teaming everyone up, with one member short, you jumped in and joined the team, getting rid of your flip-flops, shorts and shirt. Fully unaware one of the brothers was looking at you.

You served the ball giggling at the fun you were all having. Shouting claims of cheating across. A few more games were played, switching teams with every finished game. You were happy when the guests finally decided they were done.

Tired out from the games played, you were cleaning up. Taking down the net, struggling to undo the buckle on the metal pole. Your gaze fell towards the water, watching Guy pull up on the small boat with a few guests. Watching him unzip his wetsuit, revealing his toned chest.

Your head whipped back hearing an applause. “Great game, sweetheart,” Ari grinned your way, raising his eyebrows in amusement, running his hand through his hair.

“Were you watching me, perv?”

“Maybe.”

“At least you could’ve offered to help me out, instead of watching me struggle for at least the last fifteen minutes.”

“What would that have brought me?” Ari asked folding his arms over his chest accentuating his incredible build frame

“What would’ve that brought us?” You could feel his presence near, his warmth radiating from his frame. You could feel the small droplets falling from his body, you shivered at the closeness, but not wanting to squirm.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Ari smirked as he observed you.

“You two are making me nervous.” You blurted out, feeling the heat rise in your body.

“Is that so? I can see you squirm.”

“Thinking about us two filling you up?”

“Ugh as if.” You whipped your head back looking at Guy annoyed, but you knew he could see through your facade.

“We’d be awfully good at pleasing your vacant holes, pretty girl.” Guy whispered against the shell of your ear, picking up the volleyball net and went to stand next to his brother.

You didn’t know what impulse washed over you, but you knew if you wouldn’t stop your teasing games now, you would never know if they both could fulfill their filthy promises. You bit your lip and smiled trying to hide your excitement. But your naughty grin wouldn’t leave your face as you replayed the words inside your head before speaking them out loud

“Why don’t you boys put your mouths where your money is?” You smirked as you glanced over your shoulder. Their stunned faces watched you stride away before realizing what you had been implying.

You were busying yourself with returning the small items you’d taken for your volleyball session and jumped when you felt a hand on your ass stroking the curve. Your worries quickly settled as you glanced over your shoulder finding Guy’s blue eyes piercing lustfully into yours.

He grabbed your waist spinning you around like a ragdoll. Your body being pressed between two firm bodies, allowing you to feel their hard lengths pressing through their clothing.

“Good girls who play,” Guy whispered, pressing a fiery kiss against your lips. As your bikini bottoms were untied on the sides falling to the floor.

“Get to win the game” Ari finished, sucking a bruise into the exposed flesh of your neck. Undoing your top discarding the fabric to join your bottoms.

As if on cue your body had been airlifted, the feeling of one cock pressing against your soaking entrance. A small whine left your lips wanting to feel the stretch of their lengths, feel the rhythm of taking you apart and ruin you for the rest of the day.

Being lowered down on one end and gasping at the pressure against your rimmed hole.

With every withdrawal there was a thrust, two men pounding you on each side with a flawless rhythm. Your body not knowing which sensation to focus on first. Being present was the only thing you could do while they were sending you into starry bliss.

“So tight, baby girl.”

“So full.” You muttered

“Such a good girl.”

The broken mewls falling from your lips as your body was being flung back and forth between the Levinson twins. Moving perfectly in sync as you felt yourself fluttering around the wide stretch of their cocks.

“You don’t get to cum yet.” Guy whispered as he bottomed out, while Ari pushed further in. For a moment you think you’re about to break and feel your body send an electric jolt through your veins as their thick cocks pressing against your inner walls from each hole.

In that moment realizing you were their main focus of desire with their well built bodies pressing against you. Guy leaned down, taking your nipple into his mouth. Your head falling back against Ari’s shoulder, a feral groan erupting from his chest while you moan at Guy’s ministrations. His tongue swirling around the erected nub, before biting down on the sensitive flesh.

Ari’s lips were sending your body into overdrive as he nipped your earlobe, pressing a hard kiss onto the shell. Your moans became uncontrolled as Ari angled his hips and pounded roughly up.

“Oh god, please.” You begged, as a wave of euphoria washed over you.

“So pretty when you’re being ruined.” Guy whispered, cupping your cheeks pressing a rushed kiss against your lips lining himself back up.

Your body writhing as you feel Guy pushing back inside your vacant cunt. He steadied himself for a moment before bucking up into you. Your back being pressed flush against Ari. Four hands holding you in place as they fall back in the perfect rhythm.

Their lips hungry on your skin as you fell apart. Your body felt like liquid as your mind floated to a higher dimension. Falling apart around their cocks was not something on your agenda, but damn were they good.

Your toes curled and your body went rigid as they stroked your velvet walls perfectly. Their rhythm never faltered and they worked perfectly in sync with one another. You had been depriving yourself of their offers, but satisfied now that you had made up your mind and were met with a shuddering orgasm.

Both started working on their own highs while they worked you through it. Your walls were filled with their warm cream as they growled and grunted against your skin. You whimpered as they pulled out, feeling their hot release slide down your holes seeping out.