#their height difference is just so ugh

[witchwhodoesvoodoos]

a fic where the ha-ha brothers start to tease jumonji about his sudden "enthusiasm" and "friendly" support towards their running back and jumonji just putting two and two together realizing he likes sena is the only medication i need for my mental health

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Fun fact:

Wally in his human form would be 5 ft while Barnaby would be 7 ft!

https://www.tumblr.com/partycoffin/689054531662888960/how-tall-is-barnaby-and-wally-in-the-pok%C3%A9mon-au

HOLY SHITTT WHY IS HE SO FUCKING TALL i mean good for him! but damn. he'd be able to like... step on Wally so easily.... he'd be just a lil bug in comparison.... a speck... Crushable....

[plaidpyjamas]

sucks being 6'2" when all ur faves are huge - all the fics revolve around how tiny reader is but then I look up the character's canon info and it turns out I.....am their height

[v7n5]

I NEED nachojesse carnally and spiritually.

[mattodore]

decided i'm just going to spend all day in blender making mattodore poses. pic unrelated

[kaizynofsickness]

❝Pussy ban❞

Wolf Sukuna and bunny reader

Synopsis: Trying to give Sukuna a sex ban like he'll listen to a small rabbit he could eat whole? Time to fuck some sense in you, 'cuz you are dumber than you look.

Warning: Degrading words (slutty rabbit, horny rut, sex toy), praising too (good baby, cuties, pretty girl), non-con (kind of??), tail/ear pulling (the norm, lol), one pussy slap, dacryphilla, some comfort and loving, keeping that height difference :), soft-ish sex, oral (fem r!) cumming in his mouth, dirty talking. Sukuna confesses he feels for you... With actions<3.

A/N: I was writing this at my mom's house like shit was sweet (that's why its short. Plus I wanna do Choso and Yuji) this is not proofread... Tell me in the comments if I made a mistake plz.

It's been so long since you first met Sukuna.

Maybe about a month or two. You learned to deal with being his sex bag and get fucked constantly. Went from being a innocent little bunny picking out flowers to his personal cum-dump that he is insanely protective of—the marks down your neck and breast surely convey that message.

Today, he told you to doll up for him in that cute baby blue linger with the sheer panties and cute ruffled cuffs and lacy thigh highs, he even set it on his bed, where you currently were. You fussed with the dumb package, huffing out how unprepared you were for his cocks.

"again? It's like I still feel him inside of me."

"s'mean to me... ugh."

"I don't wanna take his cocks again, t'big and I'm stretched out..."

Last night was rough. He had you in a painful mating press, bullying your two holes full of cum for the fourth time that night, threatening that if you couldn't take it in two holes, he'll shove them both in your cunt.

Do you look like you can handle that?

You end up giving up on the package and the whole dolling up thing in one, crossing your arms with a cute pout, sitting in the corner of his bed, sulking.

Your little bunny friends (after that little incident) said they wished to be you. You get such good dick daily, and with they way he calls you to him every day, he must love you! They don't know shit, you tell yourself. You attempt again with the box, your bunny ears backing down in frustration as your foot thumps against the bed, your frustration and impatience showing.

"hmph!" You groan, the idea tossed out.

You can only guess how mad or disappointed Sukuna will be when he comes back from doing God knows what, looking at you, trying to figure out where the fuck the lingerie is.

You can only figure that out once he comes home—and you can hear the front door busting open like he was already pissed off. Heavy footsteps echo outside of the doorway, you can practically feel his aura. You should be used to it by now; you're under him every night.

"rabbit." Is all he says while opening his bedroom door.

Only to see you.

Just you...

The box with tiny marks all over it thrown across his bedroom and you just sitting in his bed, gazing innocently at him, batting your lashes. He forms a frown on his lips, slowly removing his tight shirt and tossing it. "Y'er still dressed." He coldly spat.

"i couldn't open the box, 'kuna..." you truthfully explain to him. Even if Sukuna knew that was most likely true—you're a weak bunny to him, what should he expect?—he was still upset. He told you specifically and multiple times over the phone, times you crossed path, that he wanted to see how cute you'd look in that as his little bunny. He could've showered you in praise and love—

"y' can't listen, huh?" He leans on his bed, his form towering over you, making your ears fold back. His hands snakes to your thighs and sends a shiver up your body, going to your barely covered pussy. "That's fine, I'll still—"

"w-wait!"

Sukuna's little seductive smile falls off his face at your outburst and cutting him off. He keeps his hand on your upper thighs, squeezing the both of them with one hand. "What, bunny?"

You hesitate to say what you were going to say. You've been waiting to tell him this ever since he decided to command you to wear what he wanted you to. What would be the consequences? I mean, all you're doing is asserting your boundaries, right?

"i don't want you to... touch me." You murmur weakly, looking away from him. That second you feel his grip get tighter, eyes narrowing at your in question. "Excuse me?" He scoffs, "y' don't want what?"

For once, his wild ears start to move, raising up and his tail is spiking... Is that a sign of—

You let out a pathetic whimper, instantly regretting your decision. But you can't go back now. "I don't wanna have sex today." You match his energy as best as you can, trying to keep your bunny ears up to hide all this fear, even if he could smell it. A small growl leave his mouth, his throat bobbing. "And why?" He seems to show some patience for you.

You shift uncomfortably, being put on the spot. "Im sore... you hurt me, 'kuna."

He takes in the silence after hearing what you said. He sighs loudly, ruffling his pink licks in frustration. Why did he have to choose the bunny who didn't want to even fuck because of some pain? Boo-hoo.

"come here." He demands with his arms crossed, backing away from the bed to leave some room for you to come closer to him, all four eyes piercing into your soul. Does he need to do all that fear shit...? You hesitated again—he honestly didn't look that happy. You can only picture the amount of things that would happen if you actually listen to him, but you could picture even more of what would happen if you didn't listen.

He was a man that sometimes massages you and wipes you down after breaking you inside and out, physically and emotionally, all around.

You shift in the sheets before standing near him, craning your head just to look at his chest. Your sweet does eyes meet his, and in the moment he smiles at you, fangs showing dangerously. He wraps his arms around your waist before lifting you up off the ground to peel your panties off. You squeak out, "hey, stop it 'kuna!"

"don't worry. I'll be nice to your weak ass, just relax before my nails cut you." He warns darkly while shredding your new shirt (you liked that pair). Your ears twitch at the sound of the fabric being torn, cotton tail thumping side to side, almost like begging to be tugged at. And Sukuna does just that, grabbing your little tail to rub it around and pinch it.

You give in as he sets you on the bed, now nude.

You've been in this situation before; your pussy exposed, thighs clenching around themselves, nipples to attention with that beast over your petite form. You blink up at him, waiting for him to remove his pants and just dick you down.

But he moves his big hands to your thighs and parts them, eyeing your glistening pussy and sopping cunt. "Sukuna?" You mewl in confusion, your bunny ears rising again like a switch. His action made your body stiffen.

"it's 'kuna." He mocks with a smirk, bringing his head between your head—he had to spread your legs wide and push them back to be able to fit his head between.

You pout and huff, "didn't you say last time it was Sukuna?" You genuinely question.

He gives your little pussy a spank, your juices getting on his hand and making you jump. "Don't sass me or I won't make you cum, slutty rabbit." He lets out a shallow growl as a warning.

You protest nor whine no more. Sukuna's takes this opportunity to run a long lick on your slit, pressing his tongue flat on your cunnie and flicking your clit. The contact makes you shudder, arching your back and squirming.

The way you move around so much annoys him. He grips your hips roughly, grinding your ass flush against the bed to keep you still. He growls against your wet folds, the vibrations going straight to your clit and senses, "Keep still, you fucking horny rut." He spat on your pussy.

Once.

Twice.

You looked so glossy and messy as he rubbed his fingers between your folds, literally playing with your pussy. You watch as he fucks with you with blurry eyes, feeling like he was teasing you. You knew better than to beg for it, because you would get more than you asked for from him.

He stops teasing you, removing his hands and wraps his lips around your clit, spreading your folds.

You let out a long moan from the pleasure as he suckles and kisses your clit, trying to keep your hands to yourself. He sucks slowly and makes them last, his tongue poking out to flick over the bud. He even goes as far as to push the hood of your clit back to make it better, causing you to cry out.

"like that, pretty girl?" He murmur into your pussy, looking up at you. "Gonna gush f'me soon or..?" He leaves a taunting tone to linger around, tongue doing magic tricks for you. For you.

Sukuna has only went down on a hybrid once, he always wanted to get his dick wet before he even thought of making them cum personally. Now he is here, in between a small bunny's legs, ravishing her pussy with so much purpose. That purpose is to make you moan and cream, cry out, beg for more, beg for no more...

He snaps from his thoughts, realizing he might just be getting pussy drunk. He scoffs, annoyed with the effect you have on him before he starts to be rougher out of spite.

The slow and teasing flicks become hard licks, pressing down on your exposed clit, his growls evident.

You realize the sudden change, eyes widening in shock. Your hands go to grip the sheets, feeling that buzz of hot white pleasure, making your bunny ears spike up to attention. "'kuna! t'much—"

"shut it."

He moves his third arm up and starts to pump his two thick digits inside your sticky core, making sure to curl his fingers repeatedly against your g-spot with so much force. Your eyes roll back, biting your lips to muffle your moans and screams. You turn you head against the base, trying to fight off the overwhelming pleasure he's giving you.

He moves his fingers in and out, making your thighs quiver. It felt so good like it was his dick pounding into you.

He scissors inside you, making your walls all wide for him as if preparing you for his cock. The sound coming from your pussy are so unholy and disgusting—so how he likes it. Those wet swishing sounds inside your cunt, telling him just how wet you are, that sticky arousal on his palm... You're a mess.

Lewd slurping sounds echo as his tongue makes sloppy patterns on your clit, finger fucking you so fast it's dripping down his elbows—it's so fucking filthy and messy, you feel like a damn sex toy.

Well... No one would start giving head to a sex toy, now would they?

"please, t-too much! I-its s'fucking—hmmph!" You babbled out, giving in to the pleasure and gripping onto his hair this time, tugging at his pointy wolf ears on accident, causing him to groan into your folds. He doesn't listen—he'll never listen to you unless you're on all fours asking to be double dicked down. He removes his fingers from your cunt and makes a nasty switch, rubbing your clit with no real pattern as and puts his tongue as deep as he can inside your cunt.

You whine his name, "'kunnnaa-", so much, gripping his hair. You even begin to buck your hips into his mouth, searching for more pleasure as if he isn't giving you enough. "m' gonna cum!" You eagerly announce, hearing you cotton tail thumping against the bed sheet.

He takes this as a signal to go faster and rougher to you, making sure to leave you spent only to give you more.

You cream on his tongue and he laps it up like a true dog, letting out a soft and deep groan in satisfaction. Who knew he could get off so much watching you struggled to maintain yourself? This whole time his cock restraining against his pants, feeling like a horny bitch in heat from the amount of precum that was making his boxer so sticky it was uncomfortable.

He kisses all over you pussy and even your thighs, seeing a bunch on red hand prints the lower he goes, your ass red from all his previous spankings.

He leans up with a smirk, his lips glossy from your juices. He makes intense eyes contact while bringing his used fingers to his lips, sucking and licking all your sweet arousal off, trying to embarrass you.

And it works.

You look away, earning a loud snort from him.

"That felt nice?" He mocks, just his face showed some care. He has to be nice to his favorite toys before they break too soon... you meekly nod your head, eyes stuck to the sheets that you cummed on for the umpteenth time being over to his house.

He pats your cheek with one of his clean hands, making your eyes lock on his four. "Up and to the bathroom." He commands you, "hurry. Turn the water on, I'll be there."

You were a little annoyed just to be told about how to go along with this after sex, unfolding your body in half. You almost limp over to the bathroom, which he notices.

You look so pathetic, he couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for you. He yanks you over to him by your bunny ears, making you squeak out, a bit flummoxed by the sudden tug. He wraps one of his pair of arms around your body, making you wrap your legs around his torso, nude pussy rubbing his abs. "You're such a pathetic little thing," he scoffs while carrying you to the bathroom and turning the water on himself, you still in his arms in the process.

You look at his facial expression; he doesn't look so upset... maybe because he was so drunk off the feeling of finally being between your legs. That was a little thought of his, because if your pussy was so amazing on his dicks, why wouldn't it be even better inside his mouth?

He notices you gawking at him, giving him a small smirk. "Admiring me?" He says with so much arrogance and a cocky glare while setting you in the tub, warm water wrapping around your legs. It makes your stomach twist with sickness. Just how cocky can this man be? You sit down in the water, feeling comfortable.

"I was j—" you were going to say you were 'just thinking', but then you would have to tell him what you were thinking about, and then he would have to tell you that you're not worth all of that. You could basically map out everything already. "Yeah..."

"hmph. Better be... I didn't make you cum and take a break from my cock for nothing. Just feel better soon enough. My dick needs to be wet, woman." He steps in with you, his fluffy tail going flat as he towers before you, eyes on you. He always has his eyes on you...

You were able to take a peaceful bath after all of that overstimulation, whining every time the cold air or rag came in contact with your used clit.

"rabbit." He breaks the silence of the water raining down, "after this... stay with me. You'll be wearing that lingerie."

Yeah... whatever that means.

@cafekitsune from dividers and @bunnysrph

˚꩜⋆.°⭑Do not copy, translate, or steal in any way, reblogs are appreciated and allowed.

This one isn't as good as the others... sorry.

[anantaru]

cw. ⪩⪨ fem! reader, size kink/size difference, dirty talk, possessive wriothesley, sloppy making out, established relationship

"feel," wriothesley sighs out heavenly— glaring through you, his touch sensual and claiming his territory, his low lidded eyes slowly indulging on your bare figure.

he grabs your hand softly now, to lastly place your palm on top of his growing bulge, smirking from head to toe as his heart jumps at your sultry whimpering.

"see what you do to me?"

"only you can touch me like this,"

it's something wriothesley needs you to know, his deep intention has to reach you, so you're completely aware that he wants you all to himself— after all, he believes that no one knew you the way he did, nobody was able to take in your delicate beauty or your darling figure, you were so fucking perfect in every way, filled the dark space in his heart with your warmth.

without much surprise, the duke swiftly manages to rid himself off his own clothes before leaning into your figure, hungrily lapping into your mouth when he takes his twitching cock in his palm, slowly fisting it up and down and spreading the clear pre on his shaft.

ugh— just thinking about what's about to come manifests tears on your waterline, wriothesley was just so big, that thick and delicious when he slips the head of his cock into you, pressing into your cunt so softly while exhaling through a deep sigh.

you moan together, his voice slightly crumbling when you prance your fingernails through his ripped back— scratching along his muscles until red scratches decorate his tensed skin.

this pretty and wet cunt belongs to him— and your walls are just so soft and cozy that it almost brings him to literal tears.

his erection was battering your twitching cunt with a fast and deep tempo that fucked out your mind, bounced you back and forth the mattress— and like starved of each other, you cut of the sinful noises with wet, passionate kisses, tongues dancing a lewd dance.

you gasp at the blows of hips rattling your body into new heights, your thighs quite jittery when he presses one leg over his shoulder to feel you succumb to him on his cock— more so become entirely delirious on his shaft, high on pheromones mounting the air between you.

wriothesley pulls you closer to him, instantly swallowing the next pitiful whine and stealing it from your wet lips— stretching you out to the hilt until you're clenching on to his shoulders for the dear life of yourself.

at your trembling state, surrounded by his musky scent invading your nostrils— you're turning lightheaded, so overstimulated, lastly letting the duke have his way with you.

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[jjkeremika]

AoT men being greedy

the men from AoT were always so eager to please you… in their own way.

fem!reader x Erwin, Jean, Reiner, Eren, Levi (aot/snk)

warnings(?): riding, breast groping, choking, legs over shoulders, thigh-loving, tying up, knife-play, in front of a mirror, doggy

NSFW

Erwin (you ride him, breast groping)

He was just so tall and his legs were just so long. You've tried different positions before, but he loves watching you bounce on his cock, scarred and tough hands grabbing your hips so tight; and it just wasn’t feasible to be intimate in other positions because of the height difference.

His hands squeezed and cupped your breasts as you hopped on his long cock, moaning as his fingers pinched your nipple and his hips thrusted upwards. Erwin would twist your nipples with his fingers before capturing them between his teeth and sucking and licking and moaning at the feeling of your breasts rubbing against his face.

Jean (missionary, choking)

Jean wants to see your beautiful face twist and scrunch and stretch and moan in response to his painfully-erect cock sliding easily in and out of you, his fingers clasped around your neck.

The pressure of his hand alternated against your chin as he pulled out and snapped back in, pushing and rubbing his hips against your ass to dig in as far as he possible could, feeling him deep inside kissing your jawline as he used one hand to wrap one leg closer to him and keeping the other at home around your neck.

Reiner (your legs over his shoulders, thigh-loving)

Reiner's favorite body part of yours is your thighs. He spends tens of minutes massaging and kissing and running his tough veiny hands up and down the limb.

He loves them so much he balances them right on his broad shoulders, his collarbones acting like landing strips for the incoming weight. "Ugh, fuck, baby, squeeze my head with your strong beautiful thighs. I'd love it, baby, please," he'd pant out, his hands moving to the outside of your thighs and pushing them against his cheeks, moaning as his hips sped up, fucking you harder, his contracting pec and abdominal and arm muscles glistening.

Eren (ties you up, knife-play)

Eren strips you naked and ties your wrists and ankles to the bed, sometimes spreading you out over the bed or sometimes tying your wrists above your head or ankles together. He'd hold his breath as he barely graced the knife against your skin, sometimes following the trail with ghostly kisses, starting at the wrists and moving down, restarting at the ankle and trailing up each leg.

The cool, sharp metal left no mark other than a trail of stimulated nerves, senses instantly tingling up the spine and shivering back down with hot blood. Eventually he'd it from your naval to your throat, just under your chin, the thin skin making the titillating teasing more sensitive. Eren stopped when you begged for him to enter you, to pound into you with almost all his strength because all of it would be way too much.

Levi (in a mirror, doggy)

Levi loves grabbing your hips from behind and thrusting into you mercilessly, each shove inside evoking soft grunts from you. The slapping of sweaty and wet skin echoing harmoniously off the walls. Occasionally followed by an off-key spanking.

The whole view captured in front of the mirror, a clear reflection of your curved back and bulging cleavage and sweaty, tousled hair. Levi's eyes, overtaken by dilated pupils, alternated intensely between where his cock entered you and you in the mirror.

You could tell when he was watching you in the reflection because he picks up his pace, bruises in the outline of his hands forming on your hips as his hips rapidly slap against your plump cheeks.

[p1utofairy]

PAC: “cause every little thing that we do, should be between me & you.” 🕯️💭✨

• what are your person’s dirty thoughts about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. thank y'all for 1K omg <3 y’all really fw with lil ol’ me?! ily ily ily. 🥹 here’s a lil sumn sumn to celebrate. 🥂 p.s. take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 ⭐️ —

“you don't need me, please believe me. this ain't easy, you know i've been feindin'. let me unleash my demons on you.”

“innocent” is what i’m hearing pile 1. your person will underestimate just how much of a hold you have on them lol initially they’ll think that you’re more of the submissive type, but oh are they in for a treat! you hold your cards close to your chest, so it’ll surprise them when this other side of you comes to the surface. i’m hearing “classy in the streets but a freak in the sheets” LOLLL. oh i’m also picking up that some of you may be inexperienced (or may not have as much sexual experience as them) but it won’t come off that way to them...they’ll just think that you’re playing coy and teasing them. your person will be eye-fucking you a lot, i can see them sitting across from you just looking you up and down…locking in on your legs — they’ll really love your legs. “you’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you. you’d be like heaven to touch.” just started playing in my mind. awww your person is very sensual 😩 and as much as they want to have you…they’ll be patient. they want to make sure you feel comfortable. all i need by lloyd just came to mind, “get up on it. i’m so horny and i want it. so get up on this, get up on the dick.” LMFAOOOO ik i said they'll be patient but i’m ngl they'll be internally tussling with themselves because they’re used to just getting what they want and people falling for them at the drop of a dime, but you make them work hard for it. i can see you two having a heavy make-out session before they drop you off home and then you pull away and you're like BYE 😘👋☺️ and they'll just be sitting there with their mind racing a mile per minute like FUCK?????? lmfaooooooooooo my gosh you will rile them up so bad pile 1. i feel like there will be a height difference between you two or an age gap. they could be older than you! you give them butterflies <3 they think they’re making you soo nervous/giddy inside (and they are) but you hide it a little better than they do. after every interaction with them you’ll feel all mushy inside hehe and you’ll be able to tell that you make them nervous. they’re just blown away by how beautiful, hot and how well-put together you are. i can see you talking and they’re just watching your mouth move like 👁️👁️ LMFAOOO bye pile 1. they’re feenin’ for you.

pile 2 🪡 —

“i just wanna live in a fantasy. i think we deserve it, right? top all the memories. i’ve ever made in my life.”

oouu this is my pile that doesn't take shit from nobody, okayyyy! hi pile 2 welcome to your reading <3 i can already tell that your person loves how you carry yourself. you do not allow many people to have access to you, and when you do, people can’t help but feel special inside because you have such a ✨big✨ presence. you may not take your person very serious at first. they have youthful/playful energy while you have a very disciplined and mature demeanor. that’s what will make them so attracted to you; how you're always on your shit…there's no cutting corners with you, you do not have time for the games and they will respect that. there's something about your lips that they love. you might have a defined cupid’s bow like rihanna or maybe they just like how cute and soft they are; especially after they just got done kissing you. i see them teasing you and slightly biting your bottom lip after they pull away from the kiss 🥵 ugh don’t count them out pile 2. they might have youthful energy but they're a pro when it comes to seduction lol you both are similar in a sense — you both want something serious and passionate with a hint of playfulness. they'll loveeeee watching you get ready! like i can see you standing in front of a mirror, in a rush to make yourself look presentable and they're just laying back on the bed…giving you the look. just ready to POUNCE. whew pile 2! this person’s love language might also be physical touch, cause they’ll be fighting the urge to squeeze your ass or constantly have their hand on your lower back. you’ll secretly love all their physical affection though hehe.

pile 3 🔪 —

“out of breath, take it slow. i wanna feel it in my soul. yeah, i know you love it when i’m on top. gotta keep it going, baby. don’t stop.”

heyyyy pile 3 🤗 i’m immediately hearing that you have a way with words. you know exactly what buttons to push to get your person aroused mhm! your person knows your worth just as much as you do, they’ll put you on a pedestal and treat you with so much care and devotion. they may have a worship kink? i see a bedroom setting — lightly-dimmed, candles lit, red rose petals on the floor and they’re slowly taking your shoes off for you…their hands trailing up your bare legs slowly 🥵 OKAYYYY pile 3! the sexual attraction is strong in this one wow. that scene from the wolf of wall street where naomi (margot robbie) and jordan (leo dicaprio) are on a date and naomi is giving him the fuck me eyes while saying “aren’t you married?” is coming to mind. now i don’t feel like there’s any third parties/cheating involved…you two just might be into role-playing. like i can see them booking a spontaneous getaway trip for the two of you & y’all just slut each other out and explore each other’s wildest fantasies the whole time 🤭 you both know how and what will make the other person tick; i can see them teasing you a lot in public. a lot of dirty talk in your ear, hand on the back of your neck gently squeezing and kisses. they were never really like this in their previous relationship(s) but you bring out a whole different side of them. agora hills by doja cat just started playing, “kissing and hope they caught us, whether they like or not. i wanna show you off. i wanna show you off.” THEY REALLY DO, PILE 3. they can't believe they bagged you…every-time they look at you they’re in awe.

[adriennebarnes]

Jealous

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Charles gets easily jealous when his girlfriend fawns over her fictional or celebrity crushes

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors

A/N: all the characters and celebrities mentioned are people I find attractive. If you don’t have a crush on them, that’s fine, to each their own

Y/N and Charles were watching American Assassin because Charles wanted to watch an action movie and he has never seen it.

“Ugh, Dylan O’Brien could get it.” Y/N said and Charles turned so fast to look at her.

“What?” Charles asked.

“Dylan O’Brien could get it, he is so fine, I already thought he was cute as Stiles but as Mitch Rapp? Ooh, so fine, I’d let him choke me.” Y/N said, eating chips and Charles just looks at her. “What?”

“Were you always this unhinged?” Charles asked.

“A little, but have you seen his veiny arms when he was being held at gun point? I wanna bite them.” Y/N said and Charles looked at his arms and back at the screen.

“Mon ange, my arms are veiny, you could bite mine.” Charles said.

“I bite yours all the time when we’re not in public. There’s just something about Dylan O’Brien playing Mitch Rapp that does something for me. Like look at those abs.” Y/N said and Charles immediately retaliated with

“I have better abs than him!” Charles exclaimed, making a point by taking off his shirt and standing next to the TV to compare him and Dylan O’Brien

“Ay muñeco, Im teasing, don’t take it too seriously.” Y/N said, pulling him back to the bed and kissing him.

The next time Charles got “jealous” was when Y/N was on TikTok and she saw a video of The Drivers Era performing.

“Ross Lynch es tan guapo, no wonder when he performed in Mexico, todos le estaban diciendo que se encuere.” Y/N said and Charles was brushing his teeth in the bathroom. Charles poked his head out to see Y/N in bed. “What? Ross is 6’1, our height difference is literally perfect.”

“Are you trying to hurt me, Mon ange?” Charles asked before spitting into the sink.

“Of course not muñeco, he’s just a celebrity crush, it’s not like anything will happen.” Y/N commented.

Then it happened again when Charles and Y/N were out with Pierre and Kika. They saw a movie poster for the ministry of ungentlemany warfare.

“We should see this movie, the trailer looks amazing.” Kika said.

“And so does Henry Cavill, I love how curly his hair is.” Y/N commented.

“Just once I would like to go out and not listen to you talk about other men.” Charles said.

“Whats happening there?” Pierre asked

“Charles gets butthurt when I talk about my celebrity crushes.” Y/N said.

“What do they have that I don’t?” Charles asked.

“Well Ross and Henry are 6 feet tall, Ross plays hockey and I LOVE hockey boys, Henry played field hockey, but you’re taller than Dylan O’Brien, I’ll give you that.” Y/N said and Charles stared at her.

“You weren’t supposed to give me a list!” Charles exclaimed while laughing at how ridiculous this conversation was.

“You literally asked!” Y/N exclaimed. “But I also want to see the movie for Eiza Gonzalez, totally support her making it big in Hollywood.”

“Yes! Loved her in Baby Driver!” Kika said and her and Y/N started talking about movies.

Y/N was watching Supernatural and eating ice cream.

“God I love this episode, he looks so good.” Y/N said. Charles looked at the screen and back at her.

“Really? The Winchester brothers in prison? Isn’t the guy who plays Dean like 50?” Charles asked.

“Um, he’s 46, and he looks good for his age considering he’s white.” Y/N said.

“Cant believe you love Dean Winchester. Why not Sam?” Charles asked.

“I love both Winchester brothers, I just relate to Dean more. And in the later seasons, I don’t like Sam’s hair. But Sam’s hair in season 1 and 2? LOVE.” Y/N said.

“What about my hair?” Charles asked.

“Muñeco, you know how much I love to pull on it when we’re kissing and other stuff.” Y/N says, kissing Charles, running her hands through his hair to make a point, he pulled away.

“Mm, I love when you do that.” Charles said smiling.

“I know you do.” Y/N said, continuing to play with his hair. “There’s no reason to be jealous of my celebrity crushes, okay?“

“I’m not convinced, how about you show me that you’re mine and mine alone.” Charles said, hand wrapped around Y/N’s throat, not applying pressure.

“It would be my pleasure.” Y/N said, holding Charles’s hand to run to their bedroom.

The End

Hope y’all like it!

[trulyhblue]

STARGIRL

Georgia Stanway x Reader

Warnings — smut 18+, buildup, mean! Boyfriend! Kind of toxic! Georgia, dom/sub dynamics, drinking, partying, jealousy, strap, millie bright hate but not hate but pls I love you millie bright so flirt with me x, kind of dumb reader but like she actually doesn't know, praise kink, degradation kink, breeding kink.

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Your dress had hitched to an unethical height, but the state of your tipsiness provoked a desolated ignorance accompanied by the thunderous beat of the club. Grace was behind you, swaying her hips with yours, the two of you celebrating your most recent win with the Lionesses.

The room was crowded with dancing bodies, mashed together with the concoction of sweat, alcohol, and oblivion. You had seen Less, Ella and Niamh nearby only a while ago, and an ample group of your teammates were sitting in the back corner surrounded by a booth, projecting their triumph in the form of the burn down their throats, the drinks they nursed holding to a product of victory.

“Ugh, I'm so sweaty,” Grace whined, loud enough in order to be heard over the booming rave. “I need a drink.”

“Same, let's go.” You nodded, feeling the girl’s hands snake around your waist, pulling you closer to her figure as the crowd collapsed further into your figure.

The two of you sauntered through the crowd, giggling at the mob of people struggling to find enough space to properly function. Your cheeks were stained a vibrant pink from the flush of adrenaline. Grace was humming along to the tune in your ear, her arms still holding onto you tightly so that you wouldn't lose each other.

It wasn't often that the team went out for drinks, especially not the likes of such a mix of the different friend groups. Lucy and Keira weren't set to go back to Spain for another three days, and most of the girls would seek refuge in the comfort of their own beds tonight, as the match held in Wembley sought itself in the midst of the WSL.

Georgia and you were set to leave for Munich two days from now after spending the last two weeks preparing and playing for your national team here in England. While Gee had transferred from City a while ago, you had only just moved to Bayern from Chelsea, where someone like Grace had become your closest friend in the WSL. As one of the younger players on the team, you wanted to make sure the debutant felt welcome and comfortable in the senior squad, despite her training with the team long before her match debut.

Over the last couple of months, you had been working really hard in order to aid your club to victory, but after the nasty blow in the Champions League, and some defeats sprinkled here and there throughout the season, this night was long awaited.

Once Grace and you had finally woven your way through, you were quick to find refuge on Georgia’s lap, leaving Grace to sit on the opposite side of the booth next to Mary. Gee found her hands secured on your waist, ignoring the way your hips wiggled in her lap.

“Having fun, are we?” She asked, watching as you hummed in reply, taking it upon yourself to take a sip of her drink. You failed to notice your girlfriend's fimble hands tugging down the fabric of your skirt, hiding the notion by massaging your thighs and kissing your exposed shoulder.

The enriching taste of lemonade made you turn to straddle her, holding the drink up to her lips while the straw was still lingering close to yours.

“You’re not drinking?”

“I’m driving us back, baby.” Gee shook her head. “Do you want me to get you another drink?”

You thought to yourself before slowly reaching down to where your girlfriend’s collar met her throat, toying with the cloth in your hands before pressing your lips to her pulse point, letting her take the drink, placing it back on the table as you ran your tongue along the column of her throat.

“Y/N, baby.” You heard Gee mutter. You lifted your hips off her lap, combing your hair out of your face as you counted to speckled freckles on Georgia’s cheeks. She took out her wallet, handing you her card. “Do you ‘wanna go buy yourself something? The girls and I were ‘gonna go play pool over there if you want to meet us there.”

“Do you want anything?” Shaking her head in reply, keeping a prolonged stare down the trajectory of your low-cut top. You tugged at the bottom of her shirt, letting your hands roam freely across the waistband of her trousers. Rocking your hips, you found Grace already standing behind you, grabbing your hands and leading you over to the bar.

It wasn't unusual for Georgia to brush off your public affection like that, especially when you were obviously tipsy, and the lingering eyes of your friends were all at your disposal. If you had kissed her in a secluded corner of this club, she would've taken you up against the nearest wall as fast as she could. She had been eyeing that dress — or moreso the skin it was hardly concealing — and wanting so desperately to take you home and show you how much she loved you.

The games against Sweden and Italy were both masterclasses on your behalf, and Georgia was merely waiting for the right time to reward you for scoring in both of them.

“You need to get a room.” Grace teased, her eyes peering back to where Georgia shamelessly looked at your arse. “No wonder the fans found out so quickly.”

You turned to face the younger girl, a smirk adorned on your face. “Two months was a struggle in itself.”

Gee and you had tried to keep your relationship well out of the media. But after your move to Munich, and a few too many proper English celebrations, the media had caught on to your affection and adoration for each other far too quickly than what you had hoped. Nevertheless, both of you sprinkled your private lives into your Instagram every once and a while. Save some photos of you that Georgia was not willing to share with the world.

“No, I know.” She replied, pivoting through the crowd. “But it's cute. Traumatic for me… But cute.”

You used Georgia’s card to buy yourself and her two lemonades and Grace a drink of her own. Grace’s regard for your relationship was an unusual sentiment because while you strived to hold your private life out of the fame and publicity of football, there was an inevitable spark between the two of you that fans caught onto long before you ever thought of Georgia in the way you do now.

Despite what is displayed, you were two very reserved people, with Georgia being the more talkative of the two of you when it came to interviews. You loved your social life — your friends both at home and away. However, there were many differences that distinguished a shift in personas.

You liked to push the boundaries. If you could test your luck, it was impossible to tempt you otherwise. Georgia liked routine. You didn't mind testing the waters and going with the flow. Life was more enjoyable that way.

At least for you.

Georgia had watched you make your way to the bar, hoping you’d return with something a lot less strong than what you had been downing previously. Grace was hung by your side, the younger woman holding onto your arm with giggles leaving her lips. Gee waited for you to inch down your skirt before following Mary and the others over to where Leah was lining up for a game of pool.

“Any reason you're easing off the drinks tonight, Stanway?”

Millie was lingering by the group, nursing her own drink while Rach and Lucy talked beside her. Georgia shrugged, moving her hands to her pockets as she watched Leah take the first shot against Keira.

“I'm driving home.”

Millie snorted. “Will you make it home?”

If Gee was drinking, she would've choked. “What?”

“Well, you were pretty much eating each other’s faces off just before. Figured you couldn't wait.”

Georgia shrugged again. She wasn't too keen on the conversation, especially when the topic didn't deem either you or her in the highest regard. Everyone knew that Georgia wasn't into that type of PDA, but it was also noted that given the right reasons, she’d be worse than you.

“You’re a lucky one, Gee.” The Chelsea Defender clapped the Midfielder on the back, downing the rest of her drink. “Enjoy your night.”

Millie left Georgia to stand a few feet away from the rest of the group — leaving her to mull over her teammate’s words. For some reason, she couldn't shake Millie’s comments off. What did she mean — enjoy your night? What was she implying? Of course, she was going to enjoy her night with her girlfriend. Of course Gee was lucky, but why was Millie saying that? Normally, these comments were used as a compliment, and with Millie’s best intentions, everyone knew she was only pure. But when Georgia saw the way the Chelsea player flung her arm over your shoulder upon your return, talking down at you amid the booming music, something in Georgia flicked.

Everyone had gotten progressively more drunk as the night went on, but you were fully immersed in the way everyone was interacting, holding your own conversation with Millie, who was going on about some football thing happening at Chelsea.

Leah was swearing at Keira, who was cheekily laughing away at the ratio of her balls to Leah’s left in the game. You had left Georgia’s drink in front of you, and you continued to keep it by your side as you watched the bickering between Lee and Keira transpire.

“You're a right cheat, Walsh, go home.” Williamson quipped, shoving Keira playfully by the shoulder. The Barcelona player poked out her tongue, jabbing the Arsenal protege's side. “Oh, cry me a river, Leah. You're just a sore losers who’s downright shit.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Oh, piss off.”

“You first.”

“Right give someone else a go!” Lucy called, her accent slightly rasped and slurred. She scanned the room, looking straight across to where you and Millie stood. “Go on, you two. Show ‘em how to play normally.”

You felt yourself sober up a little from the attention of everyone’s stares. You felt your ears go a bit red, shaking your head by the time Millie had already picked up her cue.

“I'm no good at it.” You spoke.

Georgia watched you saunter over to the side of the table, using your arms to lean, stabilising your ditzy figure. She could tell by the blush across your face that you had sobered up significantly, but she knew that the alcohol still held a prominent hold over you.

“It’ll be an easy win for me then, gorgeous.” Millie taunted, readying herself for the first shot. You shook your head, caving by grabbing the spare cue Keira was holding, all while Georgia looked on with her hands fisted in her pockets.

She wasn't usually the type to get like this. Georgia and you held great independence in your respective lives. Both of you enjoyed letting the other do stuff without the prodding of the other. You trusted each other too much to breach any boundaries, but if there was one thing Georgia had trouble keeping to herself, it was her jealousy.

Millie took the first hit, causing the object balls to cascade across the green fabric. Leah was standing behind you, muttering something into your ear. You stood there with your figure half leaning against her, the other half fidgeting with the cue.

“Wait, so, I don't remember-”

“Well, don't be asking Leah for advice,” Keira’s teasing voice came from nearby. “She’ll just tell you how to lose.”

Leah looked utterly exasperated, glaring at her best friend with annoyance plastered across her face. “Oh, give it up, Walsh, will you?”

“Alright, Milton Keynes, it's okay to admit defeat, y’know.”

The England Captain marched over to a laughing Keira, punching the girl’s shoulder. Everyone watched in amusement when Keira retaliated, using her arms to poke Leah in the ribs.

You were left fiddling with the stick, laughing along at the sight in front of you while internally pondering. You had never properly played pool before — obviously with friends, of course, but never taking it as far as playing by the rules. You had no idea what strategy to use, or what ball you were meant to hit. It wasn't like anyone cared, but the perfectionist in you just couldn't wrap your head around it.

“Give it here.”

It wasn't until you felt familiar arms wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you instantly closer to her hips. You let yourself fall limp against her, chewing on your bottom lip as you stared at the game you were clueless at.

“I don't know how to play.” You spoke, handing the cue to your girlfriend, who took the stick from you, moving her head down to your shoulder, letting her breath fan over your neck as she spoke.

“How ‘bout I show you then, hm? I’ll teach you.”

You sighed at the goosebumps running down your neck, nodding as Gee kept you in front of her, maneuvering the two of you in a way that made it possible for her to play while keeping your arse against her hips. You watched as Millie made the next move. Georgia waited for a moment, letting everything station before proceeding. With one arm circled around your waist, she bent over to make the next move. You felt her body press into yours, stuck between the table and her.

After her shot, she slotted back upright. She leant down once more, combing back the loose hairs that framed your face.

“How are you feeling, Baby?”

Her voice was deeper, more grounded by the time of night.

You couldn't help but look up at her, licking your lips as you nodded. “Good, why?”

Georgia held your hips, moving them so that they were glued to the table. “Just wondering, pretty girl.”

Her body loomed over yours, her arms sanctioned on either side of you as Millie thought through her next move. You tried to conceal your neediness, the feeling of Georgia’s body pressed against yours sending heat down your spine. “Gee.”

“What is it, baby?”

You struggled to focus, hoping Millie would hurry up so that Georgia would move away from her unrelenting pressure.

You managed to swallow your whine as her hand moved to fondle your thigh. “Nothing.”

It was soon Georgia’s turn, the game becoming more fluent as both sides successfully slotted in balls left and right. Though, as the game went on, you could feel your girlfriend grow more and more handsy. After every shot, she’d kiss the alcove of your neck, whispering a sweet nothing about how you looked, or the way you felt against her, that was borderline testing the innocence she often preserved out in public.

“Looking so good tonight, darling…”

“Can't believe you're all mine, babygirl…”

“So perfect for me, all to myself…”

In between turns, Georgia let you lean on her, loving the way you sighed at every ounce of affection she would give you, making sure it was obvious enough for Millie to catch on, while discrete enough for you to not feel like it was truly public for anyone to actually notice.

You nearly lost it when she slotted her hand in between your thighs and squeezed them while you kept a watchful eye on the game in front of you. Her body covered your back, hiding her obvious display of desire by letting you push your arse against her front.

“Feel so good, don't you?”

“Georgia, please.”

“You're doing so well, baby. Might have to reward you for being so good.”

You should've known that she would keep a straight face the whole time, refusing to give you the reaction you so desperately hungered for by the ache between your legs. You had tried everything as she massaged your shoulders, and whispered passive teasing that sent shivers down your neck. Despite your honest belief that Georgia was unfazed by your antics, she made it clear that your actions were heard when she dug her hands into your hips.

She had beaten Millie by an easy mile, though she did not bother to make any celebration, instead looking down at you, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you softly.

“Can we go, Gee?”

“Why, baby?” She asked, a knowing smirk plastered across her lips.

You whined for the first time that night, making sure Georgia heard it by lifting yourself up to her height. “Just want you right now.”

“Want me? But I'm right here.”

“Georgia, please. I need your help.”

That was enough for Georgia to bid everyone good night, sending farewells as quickly as she could while you tried to forget about the growing arousal in your core. By the time you had both gotten into the empty car park, your lips had started to attack hers. Georgia pretty much coerced you into the car, moving the driver's seat all the way back so that you could sit comfortably on her lap.

She shut the door promptly, knowing that her tinted windows were enough to hide the way her hands played with your arse, your clit immediately rubbing against her hips.

You started tugging off your shirt, leaving your breasts on full display. Georgia couldn't even register the sight before you grabbed one of her hands, pulling it towards your nipple, groaning at the way she pinched it.

“Where is your phone?” You uttered, moving your chest closer to Georgia so that your tits were pretty much in her face. She took one of your nipples in her mouth, moaning when you moved your breasts around her face, making them bounce erratically with the lack of bra you had worn. She grabbed her phone from her back pocket, handing it to you without a second thought. You didn't waste any time in pushing back, opening the device before swiping to the camera, hastily pressing play on the video, and moving the phone so that it showed your tits in Georgia’s mouth on full display.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” She groaned. “So thoughtful, aren't you? Gonna watch this when you're not with me. Need to see these tits every day, don't I? Gonna watch you every day.”

“Need you to fuck me, baby. Need your cum in me so bad.”

You grabbed the top button on her shirt, moaning out when Georgia grabbed both of your tits, sitting upright and playing with both of them with her mouth and hands. Her cold rings pressed into the delicate skin of you nipples, the distant pain of her pinches making you squirm irresistibly in her lap. Your skirt had ridden up to your hips, where your g-string went exposed to the camera’s lense.

You moved across to the console, using your spare hand that wasn't tugging Georgia’s hair to find a hair elastic, though you graw impatient when Gee stopped kissing your breasts for you neck. Instead, she found the all-too-familiar toy hidden neatly underneath the lube you definitely wouldn't need, and you moaned as your hand squeezed around the strap that you pulled out once Georgia pinched your nipple once more.

“Haven't used this one before.” Your girlfriend whispered, nibbling dark, callous marks across your neck. “Bit too big for your small little hole, darling. It can't fit, can't it?”

“Try it, please.” You muttered, unbuttoning the woman’s pants and letting them fall to the floor. You buckled the harness around her waist to the best of your ability, giving up when Georgia took over, letting you discard the short, flimsy fabric of your skirt. “Make it fit.”

“You're so desperate for my cum, aren't you darling?” She rutted, fastening the harness so the strap only just missed your folds. “Want me to fill you up with kids so bad, don't you? Want me to make you full and pregnant, yeah?”

You moaned. “Want to have your babies inside of me. Fill me up, please. So bad, baby. Need your help cause it aches.”

Georgia bunched your hair up into a makeshift pony, pushing you down so that your mouth hovered over the strap. Your arse in the air, your tits kneaded by your own hands. Georgia moaned at the sight of you so desperate, the notion of the camera recording making it all the more sporadic.

You wasted no time licking the dick, holding the base of the silicone toy with one hand, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked the tip and first quarter of the strap in your mouth. Gee pulled your hair, letting you move up and down on her dick. The vibrations of your gagging mixed with moans made her sigh at her newfound, growing release.

“Fuck, keep going, Y/N.” She groaned. “Just like that.”

You continued until tears pricked your eyes. You could tell by the way Georgia’s grip on your scalp tightened and your tongue flicked along the tip, your cheeks hollowing and allowing more of the strap to fill your throat. It didn't take long until Georgia’s breathing had staggered. Short, uneven breaths mixed with erratic sweet nothings. You pushed yourself down her dick one last time, feeling Gee’s body collapse from all tension as her orgasm washed over her. You pulled yourself up, wiping the spit and cum off your face with your fingers, prodding them towards your mouth. Georgia watched you lick them clean, rolling your head back at the taste alongside the subtle pang of your throat.

The car windows were not only tinted but misted due to the humidity inside the vehicle. Your hips shadowed the strap, Georgia falling back into the rhythm of toying with your hips, kneading them as she kissed your neck.

You could feel the ache between your legs grow at the sight of your girlfriend beneath you, maneuvering you to where she wanted you most, giving you incredible amounts of pleasure at your disposal. You were starting to moan at the simplest of movements like the way she gripped your hips, or the way she licked over the bruises down your neck and chest. The last piece of clothing you had on was your underwear, Georgia now discarding her shirt so that you were both in states of nudity. Sweat beaded from your forehead.

Your legs started shaking from the mere want for the woman below you. It didn't take you long for your desire to take over as you grabbed one of Gee’s hands, slipping it down your stomach and along the fabric of your underwear. You painstakingly pushed her hand underneath, letting her move her fingers up and down your folds. The slick covered them instantly, and she rolled her head back when you began to rock on her hand.

“Do you feel how wet I am, baby?” You asked, Georgia nodded. She watched you bounce up and down, grateful at the way Gee pushed one of her fingers into you, letting you ride it in short pulsates. You whimpered when she entered her second finger, crying out when she entered her third. Georgia took one of your breasts in her mouth, groaning as you bobbed up and down. You felt your pussy clench around her, your arousal coating her fingers each time you pushed deeper into your strategic strokes. Georgia continued to hold one of your hips, helping your shaking legs hold yourself up as you neared your climax.

“Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you?” Georgia uttered, her fourth finger nudging your clit as you sunk in once more. You rocked yourself back and forth now, relishing the way your nub ran itself over her hand, the coil in your core tightening as your climax neared.

“Grinding on me at the pool table cause you're so needy for me… everyone could tell that you just wanted me inside you. You made sure to show everyone who you belonged to.”

You were a blabbering mess. Your stokes became sloppy, your legs non-stop shaking as your body tensed at the pleasure running through you. Georgia curled her fingers inside of you, assaulting your clit as you struggled to keep your pace. There was no way you could reply as all your thoughts were focused on the sounds of your juices being leaked out from your hole, Georgia’s fingers forcing them in and out as she spoke to you in rasps. Your noises became pornographic, and you no longer cared about the thought of someone hearing you.

“Need me to do everything for you. I didn't even need to fuck you dumb. All I need to do is bend you over.”

You could finally feel your orgasm washing over you when Georgia pulled her fingers out, laughing at your instant cry out.

“Aw, baby.” She muttered, wiping your sweaty flyaways out of your face, tears fell from your eyes, your cheeks reddening as you fell onto her lap, your legs no longer able to hold you up. You looked down at your girlfriend, finding no remorse on her smug face.

“Why didn't you cum, pretty girl?” She tutted, pulling your body up from her chest so it was exposed to her view. You shook your head, fully dumbfounded at her actions. It wasn't like you had done anything wrong.

“I— Gee— I’ve been good.”

You sounded pathetic. Normally, if you had been a brat, you’d have said that as a joke to put on an innocent facade and get the sex you had desperately craved. You would pretend to be nice and suck her dick or eat her out just because you had done something to provoke it. There were countless times when Gee had edged you for doing something provocative, but tonight you had no idea why she had done it.

“Really, baby? You think so?” You looked at her with the saddest eyes you could muster. “You sure you've been good all night?”

In terms of your sex life, you had your fair share of dominant and submissive moments, but with Georgia, you found yourself subbing out to new extremes. Your girlfriend would do anything for you, on and off the pitch. You could act dumb and she’d fuck it out of you. You would fall over on the pitch, cry out even if it was a fair play, and Georgia would be the one receiving the yellow for defending you. When you were at a bar, or anywhere for the matter, and felt someone look at you in even the slightest wrong way, Gee would hold you in front of her and make sure you were always safe in her arms.

But Georgia could be mean, even if you hadn't necessarily done anything to make her mean. She usually got like this when you had hugged someone for too long, or made a joke about yourself that she thought was too far.

That made it all click.

“Are you jealous?”

Georgia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “You can't flirt with Bright then bend over for me two minutes later.”

She grabbed your waist and lifted you, switching positions so that you were lying in the driver’s seat and she was hovering above you.

“I wasn't flirting. I was talking.” You moaned at the contact of the strap’s tip brushing against your folds, moving up and down as Georgia’s hands massaged your arse.

“She called you gorgeous, you know.” You felt her breath fan over your face, her lips ghosting down your neck. “Said I should enjoy my night with you.”

“She did?” It was probably not the right way to phrase that response, but it didn't seem to phase Georgia anyway. “We were just talking, Geor-”

“I bet she wouldn't fuck you as good.” Georgia spat, using one hand to circle your clit. You threw your head back, moaning at the small discomfort from your prior denied orgasm, writhing at the sudden pressure on your sensitive nub. “If I showed her all the videos of you screaming my name I doubt she’d try that shit again.”

“Georgia…”

“What videos would I show her, hm?” Georgia started dragging one of her fingers into your pussy, beginning with slow, painful strokes that squelched with the sound of your juices. “Maybe she’d like the mirror one. Y’know, when we won against Wolfsburg and I fucked you in the bathroom?”

“Fuck, please Gee.”

“You were so hot in that one… bent over like the slut you are… came three times for your three goals.” She added the second finger in now, speeding up just a smidge all while kissing over your chest. “Do you think she’d like if I sent that one?”

You moaned at the third finger, tears pricking your eyes as Georgia entered your pussy hard and fast, enjoying your pleas and begs through mindless mumbles. You were so far gone that everything she was saying was only making you closer. The sound of her voice was enough to help you closer to release.

“Or maybe I should send the one after your first game with Munich.” She snarled, admiring the darkened marks on your neck. “Do you remember who we played against that game?”

Of course you did, you thought. The game has been one you were stressing over for weeks in advance. You and Georgia had only just moved in together, and there was significant pressure on you to succeed and prove to everyone that you could perform under intimidation.

“Chelsea.”

“Good girl, baby, that's right.” She cooed. “Scored in the first fifteen minutes, and I had to reward my Stargirl for that. That's what they all used to call you, didn't they? She called you Stargirl back then, now it's me who says it, isn't it?”

That was enough to push you closer to the edge. You gripped hard onto her shoulders, crying out as you felt your climax rush over you.

“How bout I send both those videos… show her who I enjoy my night with. Fucking you for being mine.”

“I— I'm yours, Gee. Fuck, please, I'm-”

The release left you reeling. You felt your orgasm leak out all over Georgia’s hand, your head falling against the headrest as you rode out your high with her consistent deep strokes in and out of your pussy. You didn't care about the mess you were making, nor the inflammatory noises you had been making as soon as you felt Georgia touch you. Your body shook from the much-needed release, and by the time you had somewhat caught your breath, the familiar pressure on your nub resurfaced.

You cried out, whining when the silicone dick entered your folds. Georgia looked down at you, kissing you passionately to silence your post-orgasm conscious. She made sure that you didn't push her away before moving the tip of the strap into your hole, smirking when you stretched open for her like you had been calling for it to be filled.

“Gee, its too big, I can't.” You whined, squirming as your hair stuck to your skin. Your girlfriend held your hips down, lowering herself down to where your pussy clenched around the toy as it moved.

“You’ll take it.” She growled. “You said it before. If you can suck me off I can fuck you with it.”

She kept an even pace as her hips finally reached yours, the strap filling your pussy with your slick. Your eyes were firmly clasped shut, your whines filling the car as the aching pain slowly turned into lust. Georgia waited for you to start rocking on it gently. The way you rode her dick so desperately turned her on to extreme lengths. She was somewhat surprised that you could take the length as well as you were, and when your hips met hers, and she felt the toy being bounced on, she realised that she had been still for a few minutes. She wanted to feel bad, but she knew that teasing was good for your ego.

“Gee, can you move?”

Georgia caught sight of the camera, the video still recording the vulgar sight. She groaned at the sight of your shaking legs, and the way you could go longer see the strap that was filled in between your legs. The camera showed the way your tits bounced so perkily every time you tried to gain friction. Your body was enclosed by Georgia’s arms, her thighs overlapping yours, her muscles on full display. Sweat beaded off both of you, moans cascading from your puffy red lips.

With one hand holding her up, she grabbed her phone that was sitting by the console. Her sudden movement sent shockwaves through you, causing you to scream out when the strap pushed into you impossibly closer. Georgia positioned the phone so that it was leaning on the seat, right where the strap was. When she knew that the angle caught all of your body, she lifted her lips slowly before pounding into you.

Your cries were music to her ears, and she thought it sinful to cover them with her hand in fear of being heard. If anything, people would be blessed with the sound, for she thought if heavenly. Your sounds mixed with her groans mixed with your slick against the strap. If any other size, Georgia would move even faster, but her pace was already hard, and you struggled to keep up as your pussy clenched around her.

“So gorgeous.” She uttered, feeling you near your climax for the third time that night. “Such a good girl for taking it.”

“Fuck, Georgia-”

“Gonna fill you up so that you get pregnant, baby. You tell me when and I’ll fill that beautiful body with a baby of our own. Fuck, you’d look so hot with our baby.”

You couldn't even begin to speak, your moans now babble, your speech completely incoherent. Georgia could feel her own release overcoming her, but she waited knowing that you were only seconds away.

“My pretty girl.”

You cried out her name for the last time, your cum coating her cock as she rode out both your high with sloppy deep strokes. You were in a state of pure bliss that you didn't even have the energy to push her off your overstimulated clit. Though, from all the times before, Georgia knew you would be sore, and after keeping still and waiting for both of you to even your breathing, she began to pull out.

You winced, waiting for Georgia to discard the toy and hakt the video before pulling her body into yours.

“I love you, Gee. No one else, baby.”

“I know, my pretty girl. I was only joking.”

You couldn't help but laugh, finding that statement ludicrous. “Yeah, alright, Stanway.”

“Okay, touche.” She replied smugly.

Maybe Millie was right — Georgia couldn't wait till she got home. And she did enjoy her fucking night.

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[gothgamergaara]

So bonkers how there are things I don’t like abt my physical self that are immutable. I was born like this and I have never known anything different yet I wish it was…and there is actually no way to ever change it so my only options are to continue to hate it or learn to be okay with how I exist physically…and the latter is much more difficult to achieve

(This is not about physical characteristics that are changeable. I am talking abt permanent differences that set ppl apart. I love being trans and I love trans ppl. Do NOT think I am talking about anything regarding that)

[foone]

Idea: interspecies TF but it doesn't go like a werewolf movie, over in seconds or minutes, but like HRT.

Every morning you look in the mirror, pulling your mouth open to get a better look at your canines. Is it just you or are they a little bigger?

You turn your head sideways, seeing how much your face is stretching into a snout. You occasionally catch yourself looking at your hands, seeing how the skin on your palm is hardening into pawpads, how the tips of your fingers are stretching, your nails coalescing into claw tips.

You spend a while looking online at r/TFtimelines/, looking at other furries with a mix of envy and lust. God, you hope someday you can look a tenth as monstrous as them. You look up doctors in your area to see their ratings for bottom surgery (which is getting a tail), and wonder if your insurance will cover it.

It's not all physical changes, of course. You're noticing how your emotional state is shifting. You're staring at spreadsheets at work, in need of another coffee, and you have that thought again of just running into the woods. Your clothes seem tight and restrictive on you, and you know it had nothing to do with the fact you've gained 5 inches in height over the last year. It's more to do with feeling you shouldn't need to wear this business formal nonsense, you should be covered in fur and hanging out in the lonely woods, not in a crowded office moving numbers around for your boss.

Ugh, your fucking boss. It's getting harder to not listen to him talk without inadvertently thinking about what it'd feel like to rip his throat open with your teeth, and leave him as a warning for the others not to mess with the wolf...

Not that you'd ever do such a thing, of course... But those pills you're taking every morning have been waking up millions of years of instinct that are saying "this supposed leader is weak and ineffectual and doesn't deserve your loyalty. Kill him. Take his place, or his poor leadership will get you all killed when the winter comes."

You sigh, and keep typing on the keyboard. One day you'll come out to these anthrotypicals. You'll be recognized for the mighty wolf you are, and they'll stop treating you as just another human.

You make a note to email HR about that "I'm a human" CAPTCHA they put on the company's website. They don't know, of course, but they should be more considerate. Not everyone wearing a pantsuit and operating a boring Dell computer is a human, after all.

You glance at the clock and think about getting dinner once this slog is over. You'd been a vegetarian before starting your transition, but there's a new steakhouse that's opened up on your walk home, and every time you walk past it, you keep thinking about biting into a nice steak... Rare, of course. It's probably just the smell. You can smell so much better now, and from what you've heard from others, it's only going to get better.

Well, better is relative. You've learned the downside of having a better sense of smell. It's sometimes unbearable walking to work on Wednesday, when everyone has their bins out. So much rotting food and spoiled milk and bacteria festering in all those cans waiting for the trash trucks.

It gets better once you're in the office. The AC kills a lot of the smell. But now you can tell exactly how many days it has been since your coworkers have showered, and you'll never look at Simon from accounting the same way again.

And it was a bit of a faux pas (or should that be a faux paw, ha!) when you congratulated Cindy on the baby she was expecting... She hadn't told you yet. She hadn't told anyone yet, other than her spouse, but you forgot that it wasn't as obvious to everyone else.

You don't know how that can be overlooked (oversmelled?). The hormones are all different. Was there really a time in your life when you couldn't smell this? Huh. You can't remember anymore. This is your new normal. You've come farther than you think. You should have taken more pictures at the start, so you could compare them to now, but it was so hard to look at yourself then. You looked so... Human. Ugh.

It's getting easier to look at yourself in the mirror in the morning. Your fur is coming in. Your body is changing in so many ways. You're finally starting to look like you.

[xiakato]

YUJIN- Fantasize(M)

Yujin’s pov

There he is again, his perfect face, hair and height. He’s just my type, the way he smiles, he’s just ugh.  The thoughts of putting it down on him day and night runs through her mind but she knows she needs to hold back.

“Yujin?” His voice rings throughout her ears, sending shivers down her spine.

“Oh Hi Y/n oppa, h-how are you?” I smile at him as he walks up to me, towering over me, his cologne invading my senses. He smells so good.

“Oh I’m better now that I see you,”  He smiles as he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. I blush looking up at him.

“O-oh stop it Y/n you’re making me blush,” I giggle as his thumb glides across my hand softly, “So what brings you here today Y/n?” 

“Mom asked me to drop by to give something to Gaeul,” He says as he walks over to her, dropping the bag on her lap. 

“You should stay for the performance Y/n,” I say to him hoping he will say yes.

“Sure I have some time I can stay and watch,” He smiles as the staff comes to tell us it’s time to start the performance of our song for the music show so we hurry to the stage and Y/n makes his way to the crowd. 

“Yujinnie I have a question for you,” Gaeul says as we walk and get our mics on. 

“What’s up?” I ask as I start to sip on some water.

“Do you like my brother?” She asks me, I spit out my water, looking over at her, she stares at me blankly as I nod shyly, she smiles, “I’ll be rooting for you but if you hurt him so help me god.” 

“I won’t hurt him, I’ll never dream of it,” I smile at her as we make our way onto the stage, my eyes racing through the crowd looking for him. My eyes land on him, his eyes meeting mine, making my heart skip beat. I look away trying to calm myself down as we get to our places. 

Third person POV 

Y/n watches on from the crowd, his eyes constantly on Yujin, the way she was on stage drew him in. His eyes travel around her body as she dances, luring him in even more. The song ends and he walks back to the waiting room, they come into the room shortly after and he praises each of them personally till he gets to Yujin and they just stand there staring at each other. 

“Just kiss already,” Rei blurts out, making the others burst out laughing, while the two of them blush, not breaking their eye contact. He makes his move giving her a quick peck on her lips, ‘soft’ he thinks to himself as he pulls away and quickly leaves the room, embarrassed of what he just did. Ignoring the squels that can make high school girls jealous, he rushes out of the building, his mind racing with what he just did. Kissing her hand is different from kissing her lips. But they were soft and supple.  Hearing footsteps behind him, he looks behind him and it’s Yujin. She smiles when he looks at her and she runs up to him and kisses him.

“I’ll call you later okay?” She says as he just nods as his mind malfunctions. She giggles and runs back inside leaving him as his operating system reboots. He gets in his car trying to calm down his smile.  Driving back home, he crashes on the couch staring at the ceiling as she runs through his mind. Hours fly by without him noticing as his phone pings. He checks it, it’s Yujin asking if she can come over.He texts her back quickly and then sets his phone down and waits. Twenty minutes pass, when a knock on his door echoes through the entrance way. He gets up, running to the door, opening it up seeing her in her outfit from the stage. He smiles as he lets in her. 

“Last time I was here, it was for a celebration for our debut.” 

“It was, I made sure that this place was clean though that time. So sorry for the mess this time, work was hectic this past week so I didn’t really have time to clean.” 

“Oh it’s fine, it’s still somewhat clean,” She says as she lays on the couch and stretches, arching her back. He stares at her, his heart beating in his chest. 

“How was your schedule today?” He asks her as you get a glass of water to give to her.

“It was great, you being there for the music show today made it so much better,” She looks over at him, accepting the glass of water. 

“I’m glad that I could make your day better.”  

She smiles and drinks the water, he sits down in one of the chairs leaning back. Her eyes trace up his figure, flashes of him on top of her, deep inside of her going off in her mind. He looks at her, a few strands of his hair falling in front of his eyes. She gulps, staring at him, making up her mind. She stands up walking over to him straddling him. She giggles as his eyes widen at her sudden movement, she moves his hands onto her ass, “You can make it even better though.” 

“And how can I do that?” He asks her, as she wraps her arms around his neck as she fake ponders for a moment.

“Be mine Y/n, and only mine.” 

“Oka-” He gets cut off as she kisses him, the lust and passion is equal as her hips start to grind against his crotch. He squeezes her ass making her moan into the kiss. She pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva working as a bridge between her mouth and his. She slides to the ground, getting onto her knees as she makes short work of his belt and trousers, pulling them down just enough to fish his cock out. 

She smiles, biting her lip as she starts to stroke it, “Do you know how many times I’ve fantasized about this cock of yours?”  He shakes his head no, “So fucking much,” She peppers kisses up and down his shaft, “This big fat cock destroying me,” She takes him into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth, pulls him out letting his cock glide against her tongue, “You taste so fucking good.” 

“Keep sucking baby,” He mutters out, making her giggle as she keeps stroking his cock spreading her spit. 

“I have an even better idea,” she scoots back a little pulling him to his feet, smiling as his cock swings in front of her, “Face fuck me.” 

“Are you sure?” He asks, his hands already gripping onto her head, she nods, getting him back into her mouth. He pushes as deep down her throat as she will let him. Her gags fill the room as she rests her hands on his thighs, she keeps looking at him. Well trying to keep looking at him, as she taps his thigh making him pull out. 

“Fuck,” She coughs a little, saliva cascading from her mouth, “Again,” She takes him back into her mouth allowing him to use her mouth for his pleasure, she feels her juices running down her leg, soaking up her panties.

“What a needy bitch you are,” He grunts as she gags trying to get him deeper in her throat. She pulls away again coughing, spreading her spit on his cock. 

“Fuck yes, only for you Daddy,” The smile that hasn’t left her face since she has got here, “I’m a needy slut for you.” 

He pulls Yujin to her feet pushing her to the couch with her ass facing him as he rips her pants, “you’re drenched,” Y/n pulls her panties to the side, setting his eyes on her glistening pussy for the first time, rubbing his tip against her clit, she moans softly and whines.

“Don’t tease me Daddy please just fuck me, use me please Daddy I need it,” She pleads wiggling her ass. Y/n can’t help but to chuckle and smile at the needness of her, slapping her ass and hearing her whimper. He slides into her, she tightens around him, “Fuck yes, give it to me I need all of you daddy,” He slams the rest in making her scream out in pleasure, “FUCK YES!” he starts pounding her into the couch, her ass jiggling as he slams himself in and out of her, “Harder! break me daddy!” 

Y/n slams harder and harder into her, pulling her hair, “You’re fucking mine bitch,” He growls as he keeps going with one goal in mind and that’s to break her. Her legs start shaking and her moans echoes through the room. 

“I-I-I’m going to c-c-cum,” She cries out as she squirts all over the couch, making a puddle on the floor. He pulls out and she squirts again, her legs shake as she falls over onto the couch trying to catch her breath and waiting for her body to calm down. She peeks over at him, her eyes trained onto his cock now glistening from her juices. Y/n picks her up walking her to the room, dropping her on the bed and spreading her legs wide and pushing them up towards her head, “U-use me,” she tells him even though she knows that he is going to. Pushing himself back into her, Yujin is just as tight as she was before she was stretched out, Y/n rests his forehead onto hers as he fucks her hard making thighs ripple, making her stare into his eyes, “I love you I love you I love you,” She says repeating as she cums again flooding the bed. She feels him cum deep in her, filling her womb, “so warm daddy.” 

“Let's get you cleaned up,” Y/n pulls out of her and watches his cum drip out of her, he smiles as he helps her get out of her clothes and gives her some of his to wear and quickly changes the sheets. 

“I love you Y/n.” 

“I love you Yujin.”

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Ateez | The Type To (Valentine's Special)

Hongjoong

would be thinking about you as he works in his studio- some lyric that comes to his mind that reminds him of you, or some specific note that makes him nostalgic

which would make him lose track of time as he recalls the first time he saw you or the time he realised he was in love with you

always smiles while bobbing his shoulders in happiness when he sees you before he greets you with a hug or a kiss

usually makes you sit real close to him or in his lap if he still has work to do

which often results in his hands travelling places

and then, of course, with a casual but hot comment he passes which makes you either a blushing mess or make the next move

when he kisses you, it's either really soft and slow with his hands cupping your face, smiles in between as he brushes his nose against yours playfully

or it's desperate and passionate, not sticking to one place, moving around and bumping into things as you make way to the nearest flat surface

so he can pin you down and do things to you

if you make sounds while he's kissing you, it only fuels him further and then it's hard to stop

and why would you when he makes you feel so wanted, like you're the only one he'll ever need?

he's really good with his tongue and teeth so uh you know how it is

his fingers will also be rhythmically tapping on your body if he's focused on one thing

every movement this guy makes serves a purpose so don't be surprised if he pins you or just takes a step back to scan you very slowly before he basically devours you

he's good at all positions-

when he's done with you, he'll want cuddles def and would pass out tired in your arms 90 percent of the times bc man spends all his stamina on you BYE

Seonghwa

he has two moods- sugar and devil

when he's in sugar mood, he's really sweet. he calls you, plans a date, tells you he loves you and spends way too much time and effort which just makes you feel overwhelmed with love in the best possible way

he'll hold your hand as you take a walk in a park or sth and he'll be caressing it subconsciously

will kiss you while you're excitedly talking about something which will make you surprised for a moment

but then again, knowing seonghwa, he's done that a few times before

inside dates are also very wholesome- you'll be watching netflix and at some point, you'll ditch the snacks and watching the movie

esp when his hands start rubbing circles on your thigh

and then he'll kiss you ever so slowly at first, trying to figure out how you're feeling about this

and when he's sure? devil mode turn on

we all know how uncontrollable his tongue is

he'll leave you breathless with his kisses. you're a moaning mess and your stomach doesn't have butterflies anymore- it's a fucking zoo down there

he'll literally just get on top of you and kiss you like there's no tomorrow

and then he's travelling down, down, down

you'll see stars, definitely

and the sounds he make? will turn you on, 100%

he'll switch being dom and sub so yeah when he's dom he's the devil

and when he's a sub, he'll make sure you feel the most confident in what you're doing

he's def the best at aftercare, making sure you're good and all

will hold you all night long and whisper things in your ears which will def make you feel like going for another round

Yunho

don't get me started-

it's just the way he sometimes looks at you- he's all laughs and jokes but you'll know it when he looks at you a certain way

and you'll be sure what he's thinking because his gaze is all hot and scanning your face and lingering on your lips before he goes for a kiss

it's soft. it makes you feel loved. and then he brings his hand to cup your face and it undoes something in you, makes you move and want to disappear in him

you just love it when his hands cup your face bc ugh who doesn't love his big hands and longass fingers? and you love it when he lets his finger curl your hair as he kisses you

if you have a good height difference, he'll get tired of leaning down and pick you up and make you laugh and put you on a table or sth so he can kiss you better

which will make you wrap your legs around him and basically straddle him

which will drive him crazy and result in more heated, passionate moments

he'll spend a good amount of time on your neck too before he does something else

and we all know what purposes his long fingers could serve-

he loves watching you as he makes a mess of you. it fuels him.

and when you're in bed? he'll make sure he takes care of you as he absolutely ruins you idk how it will work and how he balances it but he will

he's got control. he knows what he does. and he's fucking good at it

you'll never get enough of him, and you'll never get over how he can go from being a puppy to being a menace in seconds

but you love him, and you make sure he knows it through your actions, through your eyes, and that's enough for him

you also just love being in his arms, whether it's in a hug or in the bed ugh he's such a bear im gonna go cry

Yeosang

being with him is a rollercoaster ride of thinking that he's the most adorable and precious person to exist vs wanting to k-word him because he can be a menace

it would def be a love-hate relationship first- like best friends. he'll make fun of you, yes, but he'll also make sure you know you mean the world to him

and he'll show you in the most unexpected ways. it's like he knows things about you even you don't- like he'll bring you what you feel like eating or hold your hand and caress it if you're feeling anxious, or just simply kiss you

he always knows what you want and you adore that

he's the type to get shy in the most unexpected moments too

like he'll just come to your place and pin you against the wall and kiss the f out of you but then you'll make one comment on how hot that was and he'll be all (//////)

which is cute asf and turns you on so damn much

kissing him is a different experience. you're holding hands, caressing each other's hands or face as you make out, and it's always so intimate like you have all the time in the world

and it's always overflowing with love

it makes one of you stop for a few moments and rest your head on their shoulder because how did you get here? it's the best feeling ever

he'll always make sure you're participating as much as him and will need encouragement and will also constantly encourage you when you're in charge

but gosh does he know what he's doing

esp when he pins your wrists? he has strength, he knows when to use it and he knows it turns you on

he's also really good with aftercare, always knowing what you want and being there for you

and then he'll earn a smack when he makes fun of sth you did and you'll both end up laughing and teasing each other

and then the teasing will turn into sth else-

protect him at all costs.

San

choi mf san i could write a book.

okay so he's just really interesting in the most unexpected ways

he knows how to love. he's not afraid to express it. but boy, he never makes it boring. he's always down to try new stuff and ugh

don't even get me on how he's such a tease

he doesn't even realise it most of the time. it's just that he'll sometimes look at you with doe eyes and next second, he's shamelessly scanning you

which makes you pause bc he's... hot

a shameless flirt but doesn't realise it

loves picking you up and swinging you around while you're in the middle of something

always makes sure you're feeling good when you're with him. if you want to go take a walk in the middle of the night when it's snowing? cool. if you want to run in the summer heat? great. he's down.

loves cornering you both literally and metaphorically

and by that i mean he'll make you say it when you want to kiss him or do sth else with him

and by that i also mean that when he's in the mood, he's all about foreplay. he'll look at you shamelessly, bite his lips, talk in a low voice as he draws closer and closer to you until you have no choice but to give in

and when he kisses you, the first one is always so, so intimate that you'll feel like jelly

and then he's holding your waist and kissing you deeper

he'll love it when you hold on to him or lock your hands in his hair

he's always very vocal even with the pleasure sounds he makes which will turn you on

and he loves driving you to the edge with just the makeout alone before he decides to have you

he just makes you a mess, he knows all your buttons. he knows what makes you go crazy, what makes you feel good, everything.

he'll also love it if you decide to switch roles and he makes you feel the most loved, makes you feel the most confident

will rest his forehead against yours and just breathe. it makes you melt

will constantly tell you how much he loves you and how much he adores you

and he loves it when you just caress his face and memorise it. he'll do the same

now come cry with me

Mingi

he's a no shit type of guy. he loves having fun with you, but he's also very vocal about what he likes and what he doesn't

so being with him is very easy- ofc you have your ups and downs, but he makes everything feel simpler and you feel safe with him. like he's your home.

but he's also such a tease in the best possible way- like the way he scans you when he sees you for the first time in a while- gosh, he makes it so obvious how much he wants you and it drives you crazy

he'll say he doesn't like it when you tease him but y'all know he secretly loves it and it turns him on so bad

and the way he kisses? you'd think he returned from a war

he absolutely knows what he's doing with his mouth. he loves peppering kisses all over your face

and he also loves kissing your neck or shoulders, he'll spend way too much time on there and make sure he leaves marks

and his sharp nose is just the cherry on top omggg

so like when he goes down on you, it's his nose brushing that does it for you and it makes him scoff

he's a menace, he's a devil in bed. he'll be rough, he'll be calm, he'll be quick, he'll spend all night, but it always makes you feel so so good and loved and you wish that moment would never end

but sometimes, he's just a big softie and wants you to lead everything

you can tell when he wants a distraction, when he's feeling down, so you make sure you make him feel loved and wanted and he'll just hold you all night

and then he's back to being the same old mingi

the type to smile into the kiss, bite your lips and devour your mouth

he loves holding you by the waist or squeezing you in places too

and you love it when it gets messy with him, when he's everywhere and can't get enough of you

his movements also have some sort of a rhythmic sense to them

which just makes everything feel heightened and it's the best

knows what you want and will take care of you every moment so you always feel safe with him :')

Wooyoung

he's your best friend, your worst enemy, your mom, a kid you have to babysit... you get the deal

he takes care of you. he cooks for you. he solves your problems. he listens to you. he dances for you.

but he's also very demanding. and he's vocal about it. he's clingy. he wants you to hug him? he'll say it. he'll spread his arms and won't go until you hug him properly

he wants you to kiss him? you can't say that he can go ahead- he'll make you make the first move

he usually starts with a peck to your lips, and then he'll just know when it makes your heart swoop to your stomach. his gaze will change, and he'll look at your lips and then back at you-

and then he'll ask if you want more

and sometimes he'll tease you about it and get smacked before he kisses you back

but kisses with him always make your stomach act funny without fail- butterflies go rampant

you absolutely love making out with him because he's such a tease and you love that even tho you'll never admit it out loud

because that would just feed his already high ego

but oh god, when he escalates things? when he start kissing your neck and go down? you lose control

he practically worships you when he makes love to you and you're afraid you don't make him feel that loved but he'll make sure you know that what you do is enough

he'll def smack you i have a feeling he will

and he also has a degradation kink come on we all know he does

which just makes everything fun

like you're just casually sitting and you tease him or scold him and he just raises his eyebrows like ma'am say that again and you just know he's turned on

aftercare has been set to a whole new standard with him

but it won't end there. you have the whole night, and he'll make the most of it until you have to lock his arms in a hug and make him go to sleep

but he'll be whispering dirty little things in your ear and you're giggling and at some point he'll start nibbling at your ear and then- oops, you're doing it again

being with him is an adventure, and there will never be a boring moment. he's your best friend, and he makes you feel like you can do anything in the world.

Jongho

uhh lemme take a breath first

okay so everything he does has meaning. he holds your hand, he pecks your cheek, he gets you flowers or takes you out? he knows what he's doing

you're not spared from the dad jokes and they'll come at the most unexpected times but they always crack you up and he loves that

he's just someone you can trust with anything, be it something that needs to be done or something you need to talk about. he's the best listener, and you love that

and he doesn't even need to say that he loves you (even tho he tells you enough)- you just know with the way he looks at you or the small actions that would otherwise go unnoticed

but it'll take a while for him to open up and that's also something you'll wish you could do again- you love it when he reveals a new side of himself to you

esp when he kisses you. he can go from shy pecks to insane open mouthed kisses that leave you breathless

and he's strong, you can feel that in the way he moves against you, in his kisses, in the way he holds you like you'd break, in the way he haves you

his gaze? don't get me started. his gaze is so overwhelming that you can barely meet eyes with him and resort to kissing him instead

he has a thing for necks. he spends a lot of time kissing your neck, your jaw, earning moans all the time

he also has a thing for butts- he'll smack you teasingly and squeeze it as he makes love to you

but he's all about controlled movements. he knows what to do with you, how much he needs to do to extract a certain reaction out of it and you're amazed by that

but he's also easy to read and he loves it that you also know how to break him

he's all about intimacy, whether it's in casual things or during love making

he's also all about vocal assurances

and well, he's a bear. you love cuddling him. he loves cuddling you. you spend most of your time indoors doing exactly that- he might not be the biggest fan of skinship but he doesn't mind that

which is why you love pecking his cheek or lips at unexpected times and earning surprised shrieks from him which are hilarious

and they'll either turn into you chasing him as he tries to hide orrr him being immediately turned on and cornering you and picking you up effortlessly and taking you to the bed/couch and basically throwing you before he gets on top of you-

will sing you to sleep ;-;

this is the most unplanned shit i've ever done LMAO hope y'all enjoyed this ;-; </3 who else is crying in single today LOLL

[mopopshop]

Emily Engstler X Fem!Reader headcannons

absolutely listens to bryson tiller dude i don’t care

will BEG you to get a tattoo with her, doesn’t even have to be matching but she’s so obsessed w them and wants to share that w you

@yappersblog who made the girly!reader x emily headcannons i’m gen obsessed w them and thank you for ur service girly but anyways she loves when u get ur nails done and will send like inspo pics to you all the time 

“baby pls get these oml” 

“you’d look so fine in these”

“next set inspo??? 😫”

loves when you play w her hair bcs ur nails scratch her scalp real nice

makes fun of your height difference (bcs cmon guys yk she loves her short gyals)

a neck kiss girly for LIFE, probably not hickeys but she’ll sit there while you cuddle and mouth at your neck for hours 

can never not be touching you like hand on the waist at all times

one handed driver 😩 (just thinking abt her hands oh my goodddd) 

such a softy in private, like always little spoon, follows you around the apartment like a little puppy and won’t admit it but loves when u baby tf out of her

her favorite way to nap is like sleeping under your shirt (i genuinely find that so cute like them lil couples on tiktok do it and i NEED it) 

has a highlight on insta dedicated to you but it’s only candid pics that she took cus she literally loves everything you do and thinks you look pretty 24/7

she sounds so sexy speaking german and you literally drool every time she does (y’all idek if she’s bilingual don’t come for me this is just headcannons😔) 

let’s you braid her hair for games 

wants you to get her initial on your nails

eye contact is WILDDD, literally obsessed with seeing you get flustered when she makes you look her in the eyes

UGH STONER GFS just cus i know she’d be hot as hell when she’s faded

her morning voice 😣 like it’s obviously already raspy but in the morning?? knees weak 

hates making tiktok’s emily x loves it reader (i’m DOING THIS NEXT YALL) will literally run away the second you try to get her in frame

won’t shut up about you in post game interviews 

even though she hates being in tiktok’s if you make like a thirst trap or smth she’ll make sure some part of her is in frame so ppl know you’re taken

jealous and possessive(not in a bad way yall! 😜😜🙏🏾) and will immediately shut down anyone trying to flirt w you 

“You’re so pretty!” “She knows, thanks” 

“That dress looks so good on you” and before you can even respond she jumps in “Thank you so much! I bought it” hella sarcastic 

I don’t think she’s a big drinker but she def gets down w sum 🍃 anyways she’s like ur designated babysitter if you get blackout 

alr thanks everyone!! i’m literally starving for emily content so i had to make some for myself, there will definitely be more 🫶🏾

also i need these roster lists im actually gnawing at the bars of my enclosure