#giving hickeys is like edging for vampires

[thegoodthebadandtheart]

nice and easy, brother.

#supernatural #dean winchester #benny lafitte #deanbenny #denny #a #giving hickeys is like edging for vampires

[luveline]

𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

Your best friend Eddie tries to explain what a hickey feels like and finds he doesn't have the words. He could show you, though, if you want? [3k] 

fem!reader, shy!reader, implied inexpereinced!reader, friends-to-lovers, pining, mdni heavy petting, hickeys, lots of hickeys, marking up, neck kissing, shoulder kissing, heat of the moment confessions, eddie being flirty but also a good friend, requested here

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Eddie strokes down the length of his guitar neck almost tenderly. You're focused on his hands rather than his mouth as he recounts last night's date to you, distracted by the deft movement of his fingers, which aren't exactly small. It's an oxymoron —paradoxical, even— that his thick fingers would move with such gentle precision. 

You shift around where you're sitting on his bedroom floor, criss-cross applesauce with an uncomfortable heat rising from the bottomless pit of your stomach to your tight collar. The white button up you'd worn under your sweater vest is a size too small. You're really starting to notice. 

You peel out of the vest and hope it'll help you calm down.

"She wasn't exactly sweet," Eddie says, plucking a string, listening to the sound, and tuning it this way or that depending on how he liked it. "I think she wanted to get it over with, which isn't really my thing. She was in my lap before I could make it clear I wasn't interested in anything quick." 

You lift your gaze from his hands. He must feel you watching his face. He looks up in tandem and smiles reassuringly. "It's fine. I kind of thought she was getting into it, she was like a vampire on me at one point, but I wasn't feeling it and it's clear she wasn't either. Drove her home. How was your night, d'you watch that tape?" 

You trace the coil of a black curl down to his shoulder, and can't force yourself to meet his eyes as you ask, "A vampire?" 

"What?" 

"She was like a vampire at one point, you said." Eddie's arm goes still. "What did you mean by that?" you ask.

He puts his guitar down on the floor. You worry you've said something truly dull for him to place his sweetheart in such a rush, but Eddie's like that. He can tell you're embarrassed no doubt, and he's giving you the answer to your question as swiftly as he can to soothe the wound. 

"Here, look," he says. He pushes his hair away from his neck on one side and tilts his head, bearing a wine-stained curve of skin to you unabashedly. "She kissed me. She gave me a hickey, used a lot of teeth. That's why it's bruised so much on the edges." 

Warmth you've never felt rushes in, like your blood has superheated, and it's written on your face. Eddie's room feels suddenly a thousand times smaller than before and more intimate, his poster wallpaper curving in, the space between you inching closer. 

"Sorry," he says, "I know it's kind of weird to show you." 

"No, I'm sorry," you say, mortified. "I shouldn't have asked you." 

"Yeah, you should. You didn't get it and now you do. I don't mind telling you." 

Eddie lets his hair fall back against his neck, a kinky curtain that looks ridiculously soft in the orangey light of his lamp. There's a butter smoothness to it, and the way he moves as he does is worse, his hand open and reaching for you. He doesn't hold your hand, doesn't even try, just lets his upturned palm hang off the edge of his knee as if to say, Ask me whatever it is you want to ask me. It's cool. 

"Why would she do that?" you ask, gesturing to your neck.

"It's not her fault, I was flirting with her a ton trying to make it work."

"Not like that." 

Eddie's hand turns toward his knee. "Like what?" 

Your hand drifts to your own neck absentmindedly. You get kissing, wanting to be kissed and wanting to give them. You understand why she kissed his neck; if you'd been in her position, alone in the car with Eddie laying his charm on thick, you might climb the console and push aside his hair too. 

"I know why she kissed you. I don't see why she…" You rub your lips together, your embarrassment turning sharp. You hate how humiliating this feels. "I know what a hickey is, Eds, but why would you want one?" 

His turn to fluster. The tiniest tinge of pink paints his cheeks. "Are you asking me why I enjoyed it?" 

"Did you?" 

You despise yourself, truly. Worse when Eddie laughs, his chest forward, hair falling in his face as he chuckles sincerely. 

"Yeah," he says, smiling at you "I liked it. Before she started trying to kill me I was having a good time." 

He doesn't put you through the agony of asking what you both know he wants to. 

You've never had one?

"It feels warm, and it's– you know how being kissed gives you butterflies, right? It's better than that. It's hot, and all her weight is on you and you have your hand on her back trying to pull her in, and she's as close as she can be without, you know." Something flickers across Eddie's face. Not longing, but a remembered pleasure. It makes you squirm. 

"I don't see how it doesn't just hurt." 

The hand that hadn't been reaching for you holds a pick. He flashes it between his fingers, a party trick, a nervous tic, his eyelashes tangling together as his eyelids inch closed. He scrunches his face up for a second. 

"Don't hate me if I ask you something weird," Eddie says, eyes shut tight. 

You don't think you could. You watch Eddie's face, knowing he can't see your analysis, and feel a shock of pins and needles in your hands when his eyes open and immediately lock on to yours. 

"Do you want me to give you one?" he asks. 

Your lips feel like they've been glued shut. You're aware of your breathing, how shallow each inhale has become, but you can't do anything about it. 

He has the decency to acknowledge what position his question puts you in, "I know it might be weird but I can't describe it to you if you don't know what it feels like." 

You surprise him. You surprise yourself. "Uh, yeah. Okay." 

"Yeah?" 

"It doesn't hurt?" 

"Not unless you want it to." A hint of a smirk plays on his lips, though it fades quickly. "It doesn't hurt. That's not the point. But it can feel… foreign." 

You nod jerkily, wishing you knew what to do. 

The atmosphere is thick enough to cut through. Neither of you like it. Eddie gives you another type of smile, a familiar one that says, I'm your best friend, I always will be, so please chill out. 

"You're gonna have to sit in my lap." 

You actually laugh. "Eddie," you chastise, thinking it's a bad joke. 

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it's that or the bed." His teasing tone is light, but he still adds, "I mean, we can do it sitting next to each other but it's difficult. Whatever you want, though." 

You climb up on your knees. You're shy, absolutely, you always will be and especially when Eddie's teasing, but he really is your best friend, and the bed isn't happening.

He doesn't scare you. 

He grins and ushers you toward him. "Alright, come here." He tugs one of your thighs over his lap and your breath catches. He grabs the other and any laughter between you abruptly dies. 

You settle over his lap with an expression not far from pained. Eddie's hands rest against your thigh and your hip. He has to look up at you now, and he does as he encourages your weight firmly downward. You're more than conscious of where you're positioned. 

"Do me a favour?" he asks. 

"Yeah." You put your hand on his chest tentatively. 

"Don't suffer through it if you hate it, okay? All you have to do is say something and I'll stop, but if you feel like you can't, a good right hook would work too." 

"I'm not gonna hurt you," you protest. 

"Me neither," he says. His hand lifts from your thigh to your neck, and he brushes his fingertips down the curve of it ineffectually. It would feel good if you weren't choking on air. "Relax, sweetheart. Please." 

"I'm really warm." 

"Your shirt's too tight anyway," he says, hand at your collar. He thumbs open your top button, a second, and exposes the flat of your chest. His fingers slide across your neck as he folds back your starched collar. They're cool compared to the raging heat he finds there. 

You take a deep breath. 

"You could put your hands in my hair," he says. Wishful thinking has hope colouring his tone. 

You put your hands on his shoulders. The very tips of your fingers partition his curls. 

He raises an arm above your mess of limbs to weave a hand behind your ear. It's then that you feel his callouses, so rough against the delicate skin of your scalp. Despite their texture, you find it feels good. He tucks his hand in tight, and slowly, slowly turns your head to the side. 

"Look up," he murmurs. 

You lift your head and stare at the ceiling with widened eyes. 

He can't know but he does, and he says, "Close your eyes." The heat of his breath kisses your neck.  

You shiver at the suggestion of his lips, and again when they press to your skin. Close-lipped, Eddie kisses the skin just under your ear where on the opposite side of your head his thumb strokes quarter circles. You're quickly overwhelmed by the duelling sensations. You don't notice his lips have parted until he's kissing a sloven path downward, his spit cooling in wake. 

This isn't a hickey, this is straight up kissing, and you don't know what to do with how you feel. You hide your hands in his hair. 

It tugs him forward. He reads your hands for enthusiasm, and if it is or isn't he pulls you closer still and opens his mouth against your skin. His teeth are impossible to ignore. 

Your hand works further into his hair, getting caught in a tangle as he sucks your skin between his lips. His lazy mouthing turns insistent but still gentle, his teeth scratching ever so slightly at your pulse as it capers beneath his ministrations. You gasp at the warmth blossoming under your ribs. You cup the back of his neck a touch too tight. 

He doesn't stop kissing you, only grabs your wrist to stop you from choking him out. You make a sound you've never made with him before, a mewl, all breathless and teary as the sensation worsens. Which is to say, betters. 

He breaks a particularly rough kiss to suck in breath, his nose sliding up the curve of your neck as he leans back. "You okay?" he murmurs, half-lidded eyes locking onto your flushed face. 

"Why does it feel like that?" you ask. 

He drops his head, his nose level with your chin. "I don't know," he says, punctuating with a kiss right there, the closest bit of skin he can find. "Want me to do it again?" 

You swallow and he must see it. He says nothing, wrapping his arms around your waist as he waits for you to respond. Your stomach pushes into his, your arms braced on his shoulder so you don't collapse into his front, limp with touch. 

"Sweetheart, can I do it again?" he asks.

"Yeah," you say, quiet but enthusiastic. "Please." 

He's slower this time. Eddie leans into your neck and doesn't kiss you at first, his lips so close to your skin that you can feel their phantom. You skin tingles from his previous scandalising, and it doesn't beg, skin can't beg, but you can, you curl your arm behind his neck and hook his head there, crushing his hair to the crook of your arm. He doesn't take much convincing beyond that. His lips smush against your neck and you feel every millimetre as they part, heat and warmth and wet spreading like budding flowers come to bloom. You melt into him soon after, and Eddie takes your weight in stride, hand at the small of your back and pulling you in so hard you can feel his ribs. 

When you think you're used to it —not used to it, but expecting what can be expected— Eddie nips you. Tiny dainty kisses broken up with a nibbling you'd couldn't describe as anything but playful. He laughs at your gasping and does it again, again, giddy hot laughter mixed with one of the strangest feelings you've ever been subjected to. You're molten. You're dizzy with it.

Eddie pulls back enough to ask, "I'm gonna undo another button, okay? Just one. Is that alright?" 

"What for?" 

"So I can kiss your shoulder. Just your shoulder." He sounds pleading, desperately excited in a way you've never heard him and you want to know what it'll feel like, so you let him. 

This next button unveils the top of your bra and the soft hills of your breasts. He doesn't look, barely glances at his hand as he tugs your shirts down your arm, diving into the juncture of your neck like he needs it to breathe. His kisses are proper compared to some of the stuff he's been doing, but then he opens his mouth and the flat of his tongue wets your skin as he kisses kisses kisses down your shoulder. His hand is somewhere under your shirt, fingers slipped under your bra strap and pulling teasingly at the elastic as he eases you down in his arms. You're shorter than him where you'd started taller, totally compressed in his arms and at his mercy.

When he pulls back, the slimmest ribbon of spit shines between your shoulder and his lips. He wipes his face with the back of his hand, his eyes glassy, and that hand cups your face. He pretty much grabs you, but there's not a lick of cruelty in his touch. Eddie's rough. Never cruel. 

"You're on fire," he says. It's objective rather than joking. "You're so hot. Do you want to stop?" 

"Not– not unless you want to," you say, trying to quieten your breathing. You sound like you've run a marathon. It feels like it. 

"I'm gonna give you a real one, cool?" 

"I didn't know they weren't real." 

"Oh, sweetheart," he says, and his eyes are damning, a loving pity in the black of his blown pupils, "I was just warming you up." 

Your mind blanks. 

"Make sure I can hide it," you say. 

You aren't thinking straight, concerned about hiding his hickeys but not what this means for the two of you. His unexpected hunger, and your willingness to let him eat you whole. 

"I don't think you can hide it anymore," he says, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

You look down at his lips. They're rosy, swollen from the pressure.

He sees you looking. 

He yanks you in by the waist and sizes you up, almost, like he's calling your bluff, not spiteful but something mean about him as he stares at your mouth in return. 

Like he doesn't want you to make the mistake. Like he knows you won't. 

His hand tips your chin up high and he ducks his own down. An inch and you'd be kissing. That's all it would take.

"Is that really what you want?" he asks.

"I don't know," you say. Is it what he wants?

It has to be. 

"Have you wanted to, before?" He draws a line down your cheek with his marriage finger. Fast as a heavy tear. "You want me to kiss you?" 

"Yeah," you whisper, trying to make sense of this, your sudden confession, a secret want pushed into the light. 

Eddie turns his hand and strokes down your cheek with the back of it, pushing any dampened baby hairs away from your skin. His gaze softens. 

"Was that so hard?" he asks. 

"You knew?"

He kisses you. He's smiling, and he doesn't take just one. He must kiss you four or five times, your lips parted enough to know he could push it further if he wanted, but he doesn't. These kisses are unhurried, missing the ravenous passion of his hickeying but not the fondness. 

"You don't know how hard it is," he says after he's broken away, his forehead tipped against yours, "how hard it is to have someone look at you like you look at me everyday, like I'm something you can't have." 

"I didn't know–" you knew. You felt the same. His kissing is evidence alone. it's confessional.

"I know. Guess I thought nothing good would come of it, but– but I don't want good. I want you." 

He pulls back quickly, like you've said something confessional rather than him. He surprised himself. 

"I'm not good?" you ask. 

"You're good. You'll ruin me, that's all." 

You don't have time to ask him what he means by that. He kisses you again, kisses your cheek, draws a line of crescent moons down along your neck to the mess he's made of you. He kisses– he sucks your neck so hard, so sudden, that goosebumps erupt and you can't stop yourself from saying, "Ohh," as you cling to his shoulders. 

This is the vampire thing he'd talked about, the points of his teeth stark against your skin even now. There's another layer of vulnerability unveiled here, knowing that he could really hurt you and knowing he never would. He kisses you until you're overwhelmed by him. Heat everywhere. Sweat shining on your skin. You don't want anything else but this.

You squeak as the pressure turns from pleasurable to too much. Eddie hears the pain in it and pulls away, instantly sorry and willing to prove it, his hands cradling your face. 

You pant. He shushes you gently.

"Sorry, baby." He pets your cheeks. 

Your head falls back, too heavy on your sore neck. You feel wiped. 

Wiped, but good. Lax. 

"That was nice," you say breathlessly. 

Eddie sits up and drags you with him, hand behind your neck to prop you up. He's laughing again, his awful sweet laugh that you've heard a thousand times before. It never fails to make you smile. 

"You're like a dead fish." 

You cover an eye with your hand. "I take it the romance is over." 

"You thought that was romantic? Babe, I'm only getting started." 

Eddie gives you a quick peck. Where his hickey had felt like the heart of a star growing hotter with each passing second, his smaller kiss feels like the sun through blinds, a dappling of warmth. 

"Are you messing with me?" you ask.

He pushes his arms over your shoulders for a hug. 

"No. Not messing with you." His nose rubs against the shell of your ear. "It's about time we talked." 

You let your hand drift down the dip of his back.

"Okay," you mumble. Talking. You need to talk about whatever it is that just happened. 

"...Maybe I'll get you a glass of water first," he adds.

"That's a good idea." 

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and if you did, please consider letting me know/reblogging, it means the world to me and makes a big difference!! ♡ NOTE: Eddie def pines back if that isn't fully clear, I tried to imply it with his date where he could've hooked up with someone but didn't go through with it, it was cos he's too in lurve

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[smuttysabina]

A Lady of the Night

(Male Reader x Jiu, 2.3k Words) Tags: Vampiric Sex, Blood/Semen Sucker, You Get Drained, Of Blood? Of Semen? Who Knows!, Romantic Sex, Some Supernatural Elements, Not Too Many Though, That's For The Next One, She Really Fits This Vibe, I Am Scared Yet Aroused, NomNomNomNom

The droplet of wine glistens in the candlelight as it slips from the corner of her shapely mouth, trailing down her chin until a delicate finger catches it. She raises it to her pert lips, before her pink tongue seductively licks it clean; her eyes not leaving yours for a moment. Jiu smiles. She leans back in her chair, appraising you with a knowing look, tilting her head to one side to judge your reaction. You feel yourself start to sweat, still unable to believe that you somehow managed to secure a date with this... goddess. The bustle of the busy bar around your booth goes completely unnoticed as your attention remains inescapably upon Jiu; as if the two of you were sealed inside your own sperate world. With infinite grace, she reaches out to lay her cold hand atop yours in reassurance, steadying you as she makes you an invitation beyond your wildest dreams. Your heart pounds like a drum as you nod numbly, how could you possibly refuse her?

"Stay with me tonight, and warm me with your love..."

The journey back to Jiu's flat passes by in a blur, the sharp chill of the outdoors giving way to the sullen warmth of her domicile. You have your first kiss in the entryway, her lips still icy from the wintry walk; but her tongue burns with heat as it tenderly slides against your own. You embrace seems to last an age, but still not long enough as she breaks off, eyes narrowed with delight. She takes you by the hand, giving you another of her curiously toothless smiles, before gently leading you towards her bedroom, allowing you to appreciate her apartment as she pulls you along. Thick curtains had been thrown open, filling the room with silver streamers of moonlight; she had not bothered to turn on the lights. The interior is filled with dark-hued furniture, their angular shapes nearly indiscernible in the faint lighting. With a soft laugh, Jiu unerringly guides you into her chambers, leaving you at the entrance and gracefully seating herself on the edge of a wide four-poster bed. You drink in the sight of her, bathed in the radiance of Luna, her milky legs in start relief on the backdrop of her black dress. Her face is like serenity rendered in marble, the deep red of her lips only serving to accentuate her paleness; red had never looked so beautiful on a woman. Jiu languidly beckons you forward, and as if under a spell your body automatically complies, seating itself next to her.

Your next kiss is far more passionate, as Jiu nibbles ever so softly upon your lips, her faint needling only heightening your arousal. Your hands caress her body, boorishly stroking her legs and pawing at her obscured breasts; and she responds in kind, reaching under your shirt to lightly scratch at your chest. You pause only long enough for her to help you out of your top, before she returns her attentions to your body. Now Jiu's cool lips make their way down your jawline, circling along to your chest, leaving you moaning; before returning to your neck. Here she takes her time, sucking and nipping at your flesh driving you wild with desire as she strokes your bare skin. Your heart pounds rhythmically as she pauses, her tongue lapping slowly at you before her teeth dig in to give you a hickey. You gasp as you feel two sharp needles of pain dig into your neck, Jiu holding you steady as she suckles upon you like a babe. She growls in content as she pulls away, leaving your mind awash with a burning lust; but enough wits remain for you to notice something has changed about the gorgeous idol. Her homely brown eyes now possess a crimson glow, and twin fangs glisten as they curve down over her plump lips. Now Jiu smiles broadly, no longer attempting to conceal her identity, you should be afraid and yet-

"My, I hardly need to beguile you... this, arouses you greatly does it not?" Jiu demurely bares her fangs, causing you to shiver with perverse excitement. She helps you further onto the bed, tenderly pushing you flat as she removes your pants, "Do not be worried, I will be gentle with you- ah. My, that is... spectacular," Jiu shyly covers her giggle as your manhood is revealed, it is so rigid it is unable to lay flat, straining slightly above your stomach. She lays herself between your legs, her rear temptingly raised up, as she delicately orients your member skyward. She plants tepid kisses up and down your shaft, her eyes shining with amusement as you groan at her teasing, her idle hand massaging your thigh soothingly. Jiu starts to weave in the slightest of nibbles, the slightest of prickles from her fangs, each scratch heightening your pleasure even more. Eventually she pauses at your tip, her canines pressing softly against its engorged flesh; giving you a curious look, as if asking for permission. Ordinarily you would be more than wary of risking your manhood inside the maw of a vampire, but tonight was no ordinary night... At your nod, Jiu's eyes narrow with approval once more, and she takes you in her mouth. Her tongue was like fire as it sweeps down your length, her head bobbing skillfully atop your cock; her gaze unerringly locked with your own. Jiu's skillful technique has you clenching the sheets, your hips writhing from the extraordinary sensations streaming from your groin. At one point she halts at your base, your cock down her throat, her tongue licking your sack for several minutes as she toys with your balls. Only when you are on the precipice of climax does she cease her ministrations , leaving your cock twitch mournfully in the chill of her bedroom.

Jiu rolls upright, leaning back she bashfully obscures her crotch as she daintily fiddles with something between her legs. With sultry slowness, she slides her midnight-colored panties down legs as pale as the stars, tossing them diffidently aside. Patting your leg affectionately, she crawls past you to snag a pillow, before reclining languidly upon it; she gives you a bemused glance as you lay together, "Well, take me." You scramble up, devouring the sight of her delicate body beneath you; your excitement only growing as she opens her legs for you. Her pallid pussy glistens with a faint sheen, as you plant yourself above Jiu, your cock bulging against the fabric of her dress; leaving a stain of precum upon it. She nods in encouragement, her soft hand guiding you down inside of her, your tips pressing between her labia before slipping inside. You both gasp at the surge of pleasure, her pussy gripping you tightly as you delve deeper inside of her unliving body. It was bizarrely enticing, lukewarm, yet sopping wet and tight; and it seemed with every thrust that it grew warmer. You bury your face into her neck, gnawing at her pale flesh passionately as you continue to pump away between her thighs. Jiu croons, wrapping her legs tight around you, her nails clawing at your back to spur you on, emitting the most adorable of squeaks as you plunge into her again and again. You haul yourself up so you can stare into her subtly crimson eyes, her mouth wide open and her fangs straining at their fullest extent. Her eyebrows raise in response to your unspoken question, knowing full well what you are about to ask. Jiu smiles lovingly, "Finish in me." You groan as your hips slam against hers, your balls pulsating painfully as they seek to empty themselves inside of Jiu. Who purrs with delight, pulling you closer to kiss and bite at your neck while you are lost in the pleasures of flooding her pussy with your seed. You feel her fangs dig into you once more, but you are beyond caring as stimulation crackles along every nerve.

As the afterglow of your orgasm fades you feel Jiu suckling upon your neck, delicately drinking your blood until she suddenly stops. Her tongue laps at your wound, soothing it close, as she rubs her hands through your hair reassuringly, "Well done my dear, I can feel your love burning within me. Yes, I think I am going to take my time with you..." You shudder at her praise, and feel as weak as a babe as she gently pushes you off of her. She touches a pale finger to your lips, smiling kindly, "Do not worry, I will be the... active one this time." Jiu stands up, balancing easily upon the soft mattress; slowly, bashfully, starting to unlace her bodice. You stare rapturously as her perky breasts shine softly in the moonlight, her nipples so pale as to almost blend into her milky flesh. With similar grace, she slides her dress down her slim form, shimmying to help the tight outfit slip past her waist. Her clothes pools at her feet, revealing her entire alluring body in the faint light; looking more like the statue of a goddess than a woman. Jiu glances down at your manhood, still shrunken from its exhaustive efforts inseminating her; and elegantly crouches down to attend to it. This time her fangs dig in more forcefully at the base of your shaft, before raking their way up and down it. Jiu's efforts are soon rewarded, as your member extends itself to its full length once more, already drooling with excitement.

Jiu straddles your waist, her lower lips wrapping around your manhood teasingly, sliding along your length gracefully as she looks at you expectantly. You nod frantically, beyond eager to be inside of her once more, and she beams at you in approval, "Good, now relax, and allow me to drain you..." She raises herself just enough to point your cock upwards before sitting upon it, slowly easing you inside of her pussy once more. Jiu's insides are now endowed with a fading warmth, which only increases your arousal; and her skillful riding is... otherworldly. Her hips seem to float along your shaft, bouncing atop you with a blasé disregard for body weight; seeming to ignore gravity as she moves in ways that would exhaust a normal woman in moments. Jiu's waist gyrates as she rides, curving her flushed pussy around your cock in novel fashion so that it is being pressed from multiple angles at once. Your shaking hands slowly raise up towards her jiggling breasts; Jiu, noticing your weakness, kindly helps you move them to her chest. You gratefully grope her perky boobs, using them to hold on tight as she picks up the pace. Jiu's movements quicken, her hips becoming a blur, your cock aching painfully from her speed, yet still fast approaching orgasm. You grit your teeth, growling as your balls begin to ache once more; then right at the edge, she halts, with just the tip inside of her. Jiu holds the awkward position without any visible effort, cupping your cheek benevolently, her eyes glowing bright in the dark, "Remember, relax."

As if a switch was thrown your muscles uncoil, leaving you as limp as a doll, and when Jiu completes her slow downward movement, you simply let it go. This was a far calmer orgasm compared to the last, with the vampiric idol slowly swaying in time to your cock's convulsions, allowing it to spurt it's seed at leisure, "There it is, I had forgotten how fragile you mortals can be sometimes. Ah well, my turn." With that, Jiu promptly unmounts you, firmly grasping you manhood before it can start to shrink once more; and with snake-like swiftness her fangs are once more fastened around your cock. This time though, she digs in, her canines spearing into your flesh, spilling forth the pent up blood inside. Jiu slurps hungrily upon your member, eyes alight with pleasure as she feasts more fully this time. Much like last time however, you are enjoying the sensation a touch more than you usually should, even more so now. Your still sensitive cock is awash with bliss, your semen continuing to leak out in a steady stream down your shaft, slopping down to where Jiu is feeding and mixing into her meal. Your vision is going grey around the edges by the time she stops, the slight pain in your cock disappearing, replaced by the steady numbness of her licking as she encourages the wounds to close. She gets up, her heavy breathing causing her breasts to sway; she smoothly glides off of the bed and out of sight. Jiu quickly returns however, tossing a thick wooly blanket over your shivering form and pushing a straw between your chapped lips, "Drink," she commands, and you readily comply.

Holding your head up, Jiu nurses you in motherly fashion, slipping a pillow under your head and checking your pulse, "You have lost around of liter of blood this night, I must admit, I had not expected you to be so... delectable," she seems to blush in the soft darkness, her eyes now blazing like red suns, "You will stay until morning, do not worry though, I am quite satiated." Jiu joins you underneath the blanket, curling close to you, her body warm for the first time since you had met her; her lips now hot against your flesh as she kisses you goodnight. Jiu had drained you utterly, in every sense of the word, and you allow yourself to drift off into sleep, thoroughly exhausted

The next morning, after you had left, Jiu glances at her phone as it chimes, smiles toothily, and responds,

"Give it a month dear, I want you fresh for your next visit..."

#kpop smut #dreamcatcher smut #jiu smut #vampire smut

[meangirls-imagines]

Hi!!! I’m just wondering about any kinks reader might have in the poly!plasticsverse, and you know maybe any kinks the girls might have too

Poly!Plasticverse Kinks (18+):

Gretchen is a PILLOW PRINCESS

Has a praise kink AND a degradation kink

LOVES to be eaten out

Crazy for nipple play (she can cum just from that)

Loves to be choked (chokes herself sometimes)

Loves, loves, LOVES, dry humping

Loves being spanked (floggers, hands, etc.)

SHE HAS A PAIN KINK

HAND. KINK. (She gets caught staring at Y/N's hands while they play guitar and 9 times out of 10 leads to her getting plowed)

She loves being overstimulated

Gretchen is a squirter

Once in a blue moon, she will top one of the girls or Y/N (double-ended dildo)

Karen has a massive toy collection

COSTUMES!!

She loves to be gagged

She loves being tied up

She goes full shibari sometimes

LOVES SENDING NUDES TO HER GIRLS

Sends them spontaneously

Karen is into butt plugs and things of that nature

She misbehaves one day and Regina makes her wear a butt plug to school. Y/N makes her wear a bluetooth vibrator too.

MAJOR service submissive

She likes to clean the house, wash the dishes, gets punished when she doesn't do her tasks

BRATTY AS FUCK (Runs her mouth a little too much for her sake)

Knows her tits look great so she wears things that accentuate them.

Likes getting marked by her girls, likes wearing hickeys like they are accessories.

Karen is ticklish (sometimes its foreplay for her)

Regina George has a major breeding kink

Loves getting her hair pulled

Her neck is her weakness (kissing, nibbling, licking, etc.)

Regina gets WET (like dripping down her thighs wet)

Likes being bitten

She scratches down her girls backs

Likes to leave marks on her girls

Financial Domme

Def has an OnlyFans

MAJOR LEATHER KINK (leather, latex, PVC girly)

Sadist™️

Only lets Y/N top her (only lets Y/N fuck her ass)

Calls Y/N "daddy", makes Gretchen and Karen call her "Mommy"

Loves high/drunk/crossfaded sex (If Regina smokes, Y/N knows they are fucking)

Major exhibitionist (has a "places to fuck" fucket list)

The class she shares with Y/N is after lunch and on the days Y/N skips lunch to go smoke with Aaron and Shane, when they’re in class, all Regina has to do is whisper the word daddy in Y/N’s ear and she’s getting fingered while learning about the French Revolution

HAS A PINK STRAP

The council (@yungpoetfics) and I have decided Cady is babygirl and that is her kink.

Top-leaning switch

Sadist and Masochist

Very into suspension

Foot fetish

(Has chatted to Shane about celebrities feet)

Blood kink (loves period sex) (allegedly a vampire)

Knife kink

Bondage

Very into edging her girl

CNC

Wax kink

BODY PAINTING

Janis fucks her girl in the art room (has used a paintbrush as a makeshift dildo)

Collars/chokers

Girly is a GIVER (iykyk)

Y/N has topped her (multiple times)

Breath play

Loves Regina's boobs (the boobs that made her a gay boob girly)

Has read the kamasutra front to back

100% a switch (emotional bottom physical top)

Likes unusual positions

Super flexible

Firm believer of "sit on my face, don't hover. even if i die, SIT"

Proud member of the Mile High club (on a no fly list)

Shower sex enthusiast

Somnophiliac

Lactation kink

Dry Humping

Thigh Riding

SIZE KINK (2/3 of the plastics are taller than her and she's taller than, Gretchen, Janis, and Cady)

Likes being blindfolded

SEX ON THE BEACH

Fucking in crowds (fucked Regina at a Paramore concert)

Loves being called Daddy

HAS PEGGED SHANE

Wears a packer

BOTTOM!Y/N HCS BELOW

Whimpers if overwhelmed

Her sensitive spots are her back (scratches, massages, etc.) and her thighs

Brat

Likes being forced to submit (puts up a hell of a fight)

Thinks veins are hot (she likes fucking her girl after gym when she can see veins popping and her girl is sweaty and breathless)

Likes being choked

Likes being slapped (yes on the face)

"Hit me harder" "Show me no mercy"

Later regrets those sentences

VOYEUR (watches Regina fuck Gretchen and Karen and rubs one out)

Likes giving Shane head (He's rough) (SHE SWALLOWS)

Has had a threesome with Aaron and Shane (and a foursome including Cady in that group)

Note: @yungpoetfics and I got very VERY carried away with Y/N. Just know, the smut you guys will get from the poly!plasticsverse/y/n's harem is going to be HOT

#regina george x reader #karen shetty x reader #gretchen wieners x reader #mean girls imagines #poly!plasticsverse #poly!plastics x reader #cady heron #janis imi'ike #aaron samuels #shane oman

[crimsonbubble]

cw. nsfw, implied thicker/chubby gn!reader, inaccurate vampire depictions, kenshi has his eyes, dry humping, biting, blood *not proofread, just pure horny

[fyi @partycatty picked this 🏃🏽‍♀️💨] I wrote this in like 20 minutes so don't chide me for it being shit 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Your love, warmth, and touch were all that he craved. Your blood was just a bonus.

It starts with kisses, it always does. Soft and feather-like kisses along your neck and shoulders as he warms you up under his minuscule touches. His hands betray his act of subtlety. Grabbing your shapely hips to pull you onto his lap. A pleasant pressure again his hips as his kisses become more fluttering.

His sharp teeth nip at your skin, his hips rolling under yours. He moans into your skin, feeling your pulse quicken against his tongue. He grabs your hips harder, pulling you down onto his throbbing cock.

His teeth nicked your skin as you jolted. Kenshi sunk his teeth in deeper, letting your taste fill his senses. You were all he was thinking of.

The way you tilted your head to give him more to work with, the way your hips circled and grinded against his, and the way you let out the most endearing moans and whimpers that Kenshi has ever had the delight of hearing.

Your vision blurred at the edges, only getting dizzier as Kenshi lapped at the puncture wounds and remaining pearls of blood.

Sealing the wound with the kiss was the final push before your body stiffened as you were pushed through your orgasm.

Seemed like you passed out as when you awoke, you were in bed and patched up. Kenshi sat at your bedside, reading as he mindlessly brushed the hair out of your face.

He wasn't done though. The deep crimson hues of his eyes said it before you realized that he had your hips pinned to the bed.

Kenshi started with kisses as he always did, trailing them down your body. His hands massaged and groped at your thighs, merely pushing the fabric of your night shorts up to expose more of you.

Your breathing was laboured, anticipation thrumming in your ears as you awaited for more than just kisses and hickeys on your thighs. It was only when he spoke for you to look at him that he finally sunk his teeth into you.

Your back arched as he nursed around the wound, licking the wound clean. Your thighs were twitching in his hold, causing more blood to spill out.

Kenshi had no problem in cleaning up some more, not when you just taste so tantalizingly sweet on his tongue.

#bubbly writes <3 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat #mk x you #mk x y/n #mk x reader #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk kenshi #kenshi takahashi #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi x you #kenshi takahashi smut #kenshi smut #kenshi x reader #kenshi x you

[hollybell51]

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Sam Winchester x AFAB!fem!Reader

Supernatural (2005), s03e02 “bloodlust”

Word count: 4.6K

Summary: you and Sam don't exactly see eye to eye with Dean's new friend, so you return to the motel by yourselves. Things... escalate.  

Content: smutty smut smut! Shameless, loving, gentle porn with a bit of a plot. Tooth rotting sappiness and fluff. Bit of hurt/comfort, bit of angst. Reader is just so in love with Sam (I am too dw). Sam is down horrendously bad for the reader (I'm horrendously down bad for him. I cannot emphasise this enough). Use of (Y/N), but not too much. Hickeys, making out, extremely light switchiness (barely noticeable, just healthily flexible dynamics), blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, safe sex, vaginal sex. Hugs all round (someone needed to give these boys one), Dean and the reader get along, Dean has like one soft moment, there's quite a bit of reminiscing and stuff. Gordon's vibes are Off. As above, set during season 2 episode 3.

Notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! I'm (kinda) back, and my summaries have not gotten any better! Started watching Supernatural and got brainrot. Got lots of stuff planned but probably won't actually write it (sorry). The things I would let these two men do to me is insane like actually insane besties I am not ok. Anyways enjoy the by-product of my suffering, consider this a peace offering as I worm my way into the Supernatural fandom.

Also I have been working sporadically on some requests so if you made one chances are I've seen it and I have started it, but also I have Things in my Life right now that are very Stressful so yeah that's fun but yknow it is what it is, thanks everyone for being so supportive and patient with me xx

To say you were uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It wasn’t just how easily Gordon was talking about what had happened, or the too-bright light in his eyes as he recounted it, or Dean’s ease with the whole thing. It had been a freaking execution! And sure, the guy was a vampire, but the way the saw had just chewed right through his neck, the kicking of his legs as he’d died, the blood spraying over Dean’s face… yeah. As Sam had put it, decapitations weren’t really your idea of a good time. And it certainly wasn’t something you felt like laughing about over drinks. 

You could see Sam’s leg bouncing slightly, his face blank as he stared at the beer he was nursing. Your own stomach twisted with unease. Chances were, if he was on edge, so were you. The emotional interplay wasn’t new, and in fact, Dean gave you endless shit about it. “I don’t know what’s up with you,” he’d say. “I just gotta thank God I don’t develop some freaky emotional feedback loop with every girl I bang.” 

Now, Sam glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. You screwed up your nose. Not enough to be too noticeable, but enough to let him know you thought something was a bit off too. He nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“What’s up with you two?” Dean asked, frowning at your practically untouched beer. 

You shrugged. Sam shrugged. 

Dean rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of his drink before turning to his new friend. “I swear,” he said, “they read each others' minds. He’s grumpy, she’s grumpy. She’s happy, he’s happy. I reckon if she stubbed her toe, he’d be limping.” 

Gordon barked a laugh, raising his eyebrows. “That so?” 

“Dean, come off it,” you sighed. 

He shook his head, smiling. “Lighten up, both of you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something about how you didn’t think lightening up was really appropriate given the circumstances, but the scraping of Sam’s chair cut you off. 

“I’m not gonna bring you guys down,” he said. “I’m just gonna go back to the motel.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed as he glanced at you, “I’m a bit tired.” 

Dean frowned. “You sure?” 

You nodded, standing. 

“Ok,” he shrugged. “Seeya.” 

“Seeya,” you smiled tightly, then passed him your unfinished beer. “You want this?” 

“You’re not taking it?” 

You shook your head. “Not in a beer sort of mood.” 

He gave you a searching look, then shrugged again and took the drink. “Sure.” 

“Thanks, Gordon.” You nodded to the other hunter. As much as you felt off about him, you didn’t need to be rude. 

He inclined his head back to you. “My pleasure.” 

Sam’s hand settled on your back as you joined him by the door, and you cast a final glance back at the two men remaining at the table. 

“Sammy!” Dean called, the car keys jingling in his hand as he tossed them to his brother. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, alright?” 

Sam caught them with ease, Gordon’s enquiry of “something I said?” chasing you out the door. Hell yeah, it was something he said. It was everything he said.  

“Jesus,” you grumbled, shivering in the cold air. 

Sam snorted, absently shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Equally thoughtlessly, you put it on. It had become something of a routine. Sam didn’t exactly get too cold very often, but you did. He was many things, and “gentleman” was pretty high on the list by you reckoning. 

“I don’t know about all of this,” he said, feet crunching on the gravel as he headed towards the car. “Something’s…” 

“Off, yeah.” You swung into the passenger seat, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

“I can’t quite–” The engine cut him off for a moment, but he didn’t finish the sentence anyway. It didn’t matter.

“I know, it’s a brain itch.” 

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Tell me about it. Seatbelt,” he added as the car rolled out of the parking lot, another habit between the two of you. You could have sworn you’d have been dead years ago if you hadn’t had someone reminding you to use the damn things, a fact that both Winchester brothers were not afraid to attempt to drill into you. They hadn’t had much success. 

You hummed as you clicked the strap across your body, shrinking further down into the seat. You were feeling better now that you weren’t sitting across from Gordon, now that it was just you and Sam. You loved Dean, of course you did, but Sam was just so easy to be around. The two of you clicked, simple as that, and you adored it. 

“I’m gonna call Ellen,” Sam said decisively, frowning at the road. “Maybe she knows him.” 

You nodded. “Mhm, good idea.” 

You were still humming – the melody from something that had been playing on the drive that day, you thought – as you entered the motel room, gulping down a glass of water before jumping onto the kitchen counter. Your heels made a dull thud, thud, thud, on the cupboards as you swung them, the zipper of Sam’s jacket swishing over the cheap vinyl. You watched him take a seat on the bed and dial Ellen. 

You listened idly to his side of the conversation, eventually sliding off the counter top and coming to sit behind him on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. It had been an oddly long day. 

“But I thought you said he was a good hunter,” he was frowning. 

You thought you heard her say “Hannibal Lecter”, and frowned too. Shit, was Gordon some kind of serial killer? You hoped not. 

Sam’s back was warm under your cheek, but his shoulders were tense. The last few weeks hadn’t been easy. You hadn’t known John Winchester well, but the time you’d spent with him had been… Well, it hadn’t been nice exactly, but you could see the love he had for his sons. You couldn’t imagine going through what Sam had, almost losing his brother and then really losing his father in the space of a week. You thought he was handling everything reasonably well, all things considered.

There’d been one moment, just a few days ago, when you’d thought he might crack. Dean had been out like a light in the back of the car, and you’d reached around to snap a photo of him squished up against the window. You’d laughed at it – he looked ridiculous. When you’d glanced up to show Sam, he was staring straight at the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

“Alright?” you’d asked, and he’d nodded.

You’d frowned. “Want me to drive for a bit?”

This time, a head shake.

He wasn’t alright, you could see that clear as day. “Sam, pull over,” you said softly.

He’d swung the car off the road so abruptly you’d jerked against your seatbelt, simply sitting with his foot on the brake and both hands on the steering wheel.

You’d reached over and put the car in park, switching off the ignition. “Come on,” you’d said, “out.” 

He’d leant against the side of the car, arms crossed, staring out into the field you were driving past. 

“Interesting grass?” you’d asked, bumping your shoulder against his. 

He hadn’t smiled exactly, but his mouth had definitely twitched up a bit at the corner. You’d consider that a win. 

“Seriously,” you’d prodded. “What’s up?” 

“I don’t…” He’d trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. “I can’t…” 

You’d frowned as he’d shaken his head, looking anywhere but you. You’d told yourself something like this was gonna happen eventually, prepped the whole “I’m here no matter what” speech a thousand times, but now you didn’t really know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to put your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles like your kindergarten teacher used to do when you were upset. 

Sam’s voice was choked when he finally spoke. “I can’t lose you.” 

Four words, but you were convinced your heart had shattered right there. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping to face him. You took his hands in yours, uncrossing his arms.

“How can you–?” 

You cut him off, shaking your head as you raised his hands to your face and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated. “Nowhere you can’t follow.” 

He’d just nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed deeply, the strong smell of the most recent laundromat’s detergent all around you, your fingers bunched in the back of Sam’s shirt. 

“I’ve got your back,” you whispered. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” he murmured into your hair, “I’ve got yours, too.” 

“Good.” You’d pulled away, smiling as you stretched up to kiss him. It was soft and chaste, but that was all either of you needed. 

Then Dean had woken up and shouted at you to save your “romantic moments” for when you weren’t supposed to be driving. You’d grumbled that he was just jealous, which he’d vehemently denied amongst a lot of vomit noises. But later, as you’d waited for Sam to get back with lunch, he’d put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

“I’m glad he’s got you,” he’d said. “Real glad.” 

“You’ve got me too,” you’d smiled. “Always.” 

He’d just stared at you for a moment, his arm still around you, before he’d cleared his throat and stepped back. “Thanks,” he’d muttered. “‘ppreciate it.”  

Now, with the same softness, you let your hand slide up Sam’s back and across his shoulders, then down his side. You brushed over his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to settle over his heart. You always forgot how big he was until you tried to get your arms around him, then it was like hugging a mountain. You loved it. 

He cleared his throat. 

You smiled, placing a soft kiss where his hair brushed the back of his neck, using your free hand to sweep it away. 

“Ok, yeah,” Sam said to Ellen. He sighed as your lips trailed higher, up under his ear. 

“Mhm, we will.” His fingers curled in the bed covers as you sucked ever so gently at the spot you’d found, the one you knew drove him insane. 

“Yep, alright. Thanks, Ellen.” A forceful swallow as you rubbed slow patterns across his front, nothing but the thin material of his shirt separating your hand from his skin. 

“Ok. Bye.” 

You smiled as the phone beeped, then was thrown to the bed. You eased your hand under his shirt, shivering as your fingers met the warm expanse of his torso. You could touch him like this forever, if you were given the chance. 

“What’re you doing?” he breathed, tilting his head back, baring his throat. 

“Kissing you,” you whispered as you moved down the muscle of his neck, “touching you,” as your hand ran gently over his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple. 

“Mm, do I get to kiss you too?” 

You smiled. “If you ask nicely, yeah.” 

“Please?” 

“Hm?”

He sighed. “(Y/N), come on.” 

“Nope,” you laughed softly. “Ask nicely.” 

You felt his chest heave under your hand, and you pressed your mouth to his neck again. 

“Pretty please,” he murmured. 

You pretended to be considering this for a moment, dragging it out. Truth be told, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as he wanted to, but God it was fun teasing a bit. Especially like this, when it was you draped over his back, hinting at giving him hickeys, touching wherever you pleased. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

Before you could even draw another breath he’d turned and brought his hand up to cup your face, pressing his lips against yours. You let him lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding languidly alongside your own, the faint taste of beer still clinging to him. It was all so soft and gentle and full of care, everything you adored about him. 

He shifted back on the bed, turning to face you. Your hands were still under his shirt, arm still stretched across his body as he pushed against you. 

“I love this on you,” he murmured as his hands found the opening of his jacket, pushing it back over your shoulders. 

You smiled. “You want me to take it off?” 

“And this.” He plucked at the t-shirt you wore underneath, already coaxing it upwards. 

“Alright,” you laughed, batting his hands away. “Patience is a virtue.” 

“Whoever said that clearly never met you.” 

You looked away, hoping to hide the pink you could feel flooding your cheeks. However many times you did this, Sam never failed to get you flustered. You could sense his eyes on you as you stripped yourself of your shirt and his jacket, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

He started to shuffle back further onto the bed, one hand settling on your waist as he leant down to kiss along your jaw. You sighed, your mind halfway made up to just let him keep going like that. But no. 

“Uh-uh,” you said, pushing him gently off you. 

“What do you–? Oh.” 

You smiled as you slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. You ran your hand up his thigh, deftly undoing his belt and fly. Heck, you’d had practice. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he nodded quickly. “God, yes.” 

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to his pants. “Well you gotta help me out a bit, yeah?” 

“Sorry,” he grinned, shedding them in one smooth motion.

“And those.” You pointed at his underwear. 

“Yes, your highness.” 

“Damn right,” you muttered as you kissed your way up his thigh, nipping gently at the skin of his hip. He smelled of the soap from last night’s motel room, faint but still there, a little sweat from the night’s earlier action. You could taste it where your tongue touched him, and man was it good.

His voice was breathy when he asked, “You gonna keep teasing me forever?” 

“Maybe.” You watched as goosebumps appeared where your breath tickled him, smiling to yourself. 

“Is that what’s got you smiling like that?” 

You sat back on your heels, arms resting on his knees as you looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, the shitty neon lighting of the room glancing off his hair in a kind of halo. You thought your next words through very carefully. 

“No,” you said slowly. “I’m thinking about how your cock’s gonna feel in my mouth. How you’re gonna say my name when I’ve got you so deep down my throat I’m almost gagging. I bet you won’t be able to keep your hands off me, I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Sam’s mouth fell open, his hands twitching where they rested on the duvet. 

“What do you think?” 

He swallowed. “I think I’m not even gonna take you up on that bet, I think you’re right.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Ok then.” You smiled, leaning forward and taking his dick in your hands. It was hard and warm to the touch, already leaking precum. You licked down, then up again, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Please, (Y/N).” 

“You want me to suck it?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

You shrugged. “Since you asked so nicely.” You sank your mouth down onto him, your hands working what wouldn’t fit. Sam’s thighs tensed, and you moved. You could have stayed like that forever, you thought, just holding him in your mouth. You had half a mind to ask about that, actually. 

Sam moaned, his fingers twisting in the covers as you pulled your head back, then forward again, sucking and licking along his length. You’d wanted to take your time at first, tease him and see how long it took for him to be fisting your hair and moving your head for you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure. 

“Oh my God,” he whispered as you increased your speed, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. His dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, something you might have been embarrassed about in the past. Now it turned you on. 

You moaned, the vibrations jolting Sam’s hips despite his best efforts. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“(Y/N),” he panted. “Shit, (Y/N).” 

“Hm?” You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound you’d thought only existed in pornos – before you met him, that was – as his hand finally flew to your hair, his fingers carding through it. He was trying so hard to be gentle, and you loved him for it. 

“You look so hot like that,” he whispered. “How’re you so fucking hot?” 

You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You vividly remembered a conversation you’d had with Sam and Dean in the car once, where Dean had proclaimed that “there are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs.” Sam had turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Dean had yelled at you both and told you to get a room. What you were doing right now was definitely a blowjob, and you were loving every second of it. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam was panting, “(Y/N) oh my God I’m gonna cum.” 

His fingers tightened in your hair, his head thrown back and his cock twitching in your mouth. You went all in, sucking and licking and jerking with everything you had in you. 

Yes, you thought as you swallowed everything he gave you, basking in his muttered curses and groans like they were water and you were a wilted houseplant. This was heaven, right here. Every time you watched him come undone, you were completely convinced it couldn’t get any better than this. And without fail, the next time it did. 

He was still panting as you licked him clean, as gently as you could. His hand had settled on your shoulder, large fingers caressing your skin so tenderly it made you want to cry. 

“You ok?” you asked, sitting back. You patted his knee, watching his face carefully. He was flushed, a light sheen of sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. You hadn’t really paid much attention at the time, but now you wished you’d made him take off his shirt too. You loved watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Ok?” he echoed, opening his eyes. He grinned. “I’m more than ok.” 

You smiled back, licking your lips. “Good.” 

“Come up here,” he said, patting his leg. “And take off your pants.” 

“Magic word?”

“Please.” Then, on second thoughts, “pretty please.” 

You laughed, but got up and shed your jeans anyway. You slid onto his lap, straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you softly, holding you close against him. The material of his shirt tickled your skin, very noticeably baring you from the silken warmth of his skin. 

“Off,” you said against his lips, plucking at the garment. 

“Off,” he repeated, tracing the line of your underwear. 

Almost perfectly in sync, the two of you shed the offending clothing. 

“I love this,” he whispered as he reached behind you, deftly unfastening your bra and pulling it away from you. He set it aside carefully, almost reverently, then bent his head and fastened his mouth to your breast. “Hey,” he said after a moment, frowning. 

You frowned too. “What’s wrong?” 

His finger traced a delicate circle over your other breast, tapping at a spot just above your nipple. “What’s this?” 

You squinted at the area, then laughed. The faded yellowish bruise wasn’t all that visible, but of course Sam would find it. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s a hickey. From you. From last time.” 

His face cleared. “Shit, didn’t realise it’d last that long. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you smiled. “Makes me think of you whenever I see it.” 

“Maybe I should give you more, then.” 

Your grin widened. “Please.”

“Mm?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty please.” 

“Ok.” He bent once more, sucking a matching spot into your unmarked breast. Then he added another one beside it, and a third right in the middle of your sternum. 

“No more low cut tops, I guess,” you sighed, stifling a moan as he moved downwards with another. 

“Shame,” he murmured into your skin, “I love those low cut tops.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“I’d be insane not to.” 

You laughed, then gasped as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

“Relax,” he said. 

“I’m relaxed, I’m so relaxed.” 

“Your heartbeat says you’re lying.” 

“That’s for you,” you told him, meeting his eyes. “That’s what you do to me.” 

“And this?” His finger darted between your legs, sliding easily with how wet you were. 

“Yeah,” you gasped, “all for you.” 

He cursed softly, then lowered you gently onto the bed. He propped himself half over you, half beside you, his hand stroking down over your stomach, your hips, around your pelvis. 

“Please,” you moaned. “Sam, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Touch me. Please,” you added as an afterthought. 

“Nice manners,” he noted, rubbing achingly slow circles over your clit. 

You gripped his arm, fingers digging into the muscle as he bent and resumed his assault on your breasts. 

“You take such good care of me,” he continued, his voice muffled slightly by your soft flesh. “You always take such good care of me.”

“Cause I love you,” you whispered. 

“Mhm, you gonna let me take care of you too?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Of course.” 

“Good.”

You whined at the loss of his fingers on your clit, then bit your lip to quiet what would have been a loud moan as he slipped the finger inside you. The heel of his hand ground against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his finger putting just the right pressure in just the right places. You’d be a mess in no time, and you both knew it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you panted, your back arching as you chased the feeling. 

“Hm?” His chest was warm where it pressed against your side, the muscles of his arm rippling subtly under the skin where your fingers dug into him. His free hand stroked your shoulder, his mouth busy littering your chest with hickeys. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh. 

“Fuck me?” you half asked, half offered. 

He grunted softly at your words, nodding. “Got a condom?” 

“Mhm, yeah, sure. One sec.” You reached over to your jeans, rummaging in the pockets until you struck gold. Or foil, you supposed. You watched as Sam tore it open and slid it on, as easily as if he was tying shoelaces. He’d gotten stupidly fast at putting the things on, courtesy of the whole “Dean could get back any minute so let’s just be as fast as we can” element you so often found yourselves dealing with. You weren’t complaining. 

“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself between your legs. You rocked your hips gently, feeling his hardness pressed against your dripping centre. 

He nodded, then softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the familiar stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers twisting in the duvet. 

“Alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Move,” you urged him. He did, slow and gentle. The light was doing that thing with his hair again, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Brush it off his forehead, kiss him there, smooth the faint worry line that seemed to be present more and more frequently. You’d do anything to make it disappear forever. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, leaning forward to deliver more kisses to your chest. You were gonna have a whole forest of hickeys when you were done.  

“You feel good,” you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you weren’t the one doing all the work. 

“Touch yourself,” he encouraged you, “I want you to cum while I’m fucking you.” 

“Shit, ok,” you replied, reaching down and running a finger in tiny circles over your clit. You loved how easily you could give and take control with him, how quickly and smoothly you could switch roles when you wanted to. It wasn’t just in bed, either, and you adored it. You adored him.

Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was perfect. You weren’t going to last long, and judging by Sam’s shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he. 

“(Y/N), fuck,” he moaned, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, more– “Holy fuck, I’m gonna–” You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax. 

He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning. 

He rolled off you, peeling off the condom and tying it neatly before tossing it to the floor to be disposed of later. You turned to face him, your head resting on his bicep, his other arm draped over your side. His hand stroked your back, soft and loving. 

You smiled as you reached up, sweeping the hair from his face. “You good?” you murmured, cupping his cheek gently. 

He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You reciprocated, then stretched up and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“How about you?” he asked. 

“I’m great.” Then you sighed, your thumb stroking tiny arcs across the curve of his cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered. 

“Look at you,” he answered. “You’re so beautiful.”  

You closed the few inches of space between you, pressing your lips to his. “I really do love you,” you said as you pulled away. “So much.” 

He smiled. “I know, I love you too. More than anything.” 

You went to kiss him again, but his phone buzzed and you froze. He groped for it blindly, frowning. You’d both learnt the hard way that if his phone went off and Dean wasn’t with you, it was best to check it. 

Sam snorted, flipping it around for you to see. 

The text, from Dean, was two sentences. “Back in 1/2 hour. Get decent.” 

“Screw you, Dean.” 

Sam laughed, tossing the phone to the side. “I guess we’ve got half an hour.” 

“I’m taking a shower then,” you said. “I saw a vending machine, like, right outside, and I really want a soda right now.” 

“I’ll get you a soda if you let me take the shower with you?” 

“Deal.” You held out your hand as if to shake on it, but he kissed it instead. Yeah, “gentleman” was definitely high up on that list. 

#supernatural #spn #sam winchester #dean winchester #sam x reader #smut #female reader #fluff #angst with fluff #second person narration #that means “you” pronouns n stuff #use of yn #hurt/comfort #oversharing in the tags #once more i have to talk about how much i just love him #i want him so bad #i need to like pat his head or something #give him a hug #maybe a little kiss #maybe lots of little kisses #got me giggling and shit #twirling my hair and everything #the things he could do to me #the things i would do to him #oh god your honour i am in love #it hasnt been this bad since my 2018 loki obsession #which coincidentally got me into fanfiction i the first place #but we don't need to talk about that #reader insert #fanfiction

[writer-komaru]

Lovebites

Here’s a list of how a few Danganronpa boys would show you their affection for you through a somewhat taboo way; by leaving an almost permanent memento right on your skin.

Bites - Soda

He’s always been a bit scared of how sharp his teeth are. He has to be very careful to not bite his tongue, because when he does, he’s practically writhing on the ground in pain. So when you first asked him to bite your neck, he immediately jumped back.

“A-Are you serious?! Can’t you see how sharp my teeth are? If I bite too deep, I could probably cut something important!”

You chuckled at how much of a fuss he was making.

“Then why not on my shoulder? It doesn’t have to be too deep, just a little mark. Please?”

It’s impossible for him to hold back when you give him such cute puppy dog eyes.

“Ahhh… Fine. Just don’t move.”

He pulls you onto his lap and stares down at your bare shoulder. After hesitating for a second, praying to the gods above it doesn’t start spewing blood, he gently presses his teeth against it. You stifle a whine at the prickling feeling. It felt strangely good, like being marked by a vampire. While you were busy swooning, he cussed under his breath as small beads of red blood started to form on the place he bit. He scrambled to grab some bandaids, almost falling face first off the bed. It was so adorable how much he cared for you.

(NSFW warning)

Hickies - Byakuya

“…. Are you being serious right now?”

He stared at you with a cold countenance, like he was disgusted you would even ask that question.

“You want me to give you… hickeys? What are we, horny high schoolers? If you were anyone else, I’d have you fired, or worse.”

He closed his book and got up from his chair.

“…But you're my spouse, so I’ll let it slide this time.”

He walked by you and ushered you to follow him, making you smile in excitement. Once arriving in his ‘private chamber’, he immediately began to take off his clothes and put them into a neat pile, saying he didn’t wish to ruin them. He set them to the side along with his glasses and pushed you into the bed.

“If hickies are what you want, it’s what you’ll get.”

You shivered at his dominant gaze, both nervous and excited. When it comes to him, you never know when he’ll be rough or soft; it’s almost like he finds your suspense amusing. He wouldn’t leave you waiting for too long though as he suddenly grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head.

“But only when you prove you deserve them.”

(NSFW warning)

Scratches - Shuichi

Poor, poor Shuichi. He can’t help but get embarrassed over the littlest of things. No matter if it’s doing the laundry and seeing your clothes, sitting a little too close to you while watching a movie, or even just seeing you in something remotely tight. But there’s one thing that tops all of those, turning him into the brightest tomato there ever was; when he sees the scratch makes he leave on your back when you fuck him.

He doesn’t mean too, he really doesn’t. He hates when he hurts you. You just make him feel so good, so, so good, he can’t even think anymore. All he knows is he needs it deeper, needs it harder, enough to push him over the edge and have him in tears. His legs would wrap tightly around your waist, heels digging into the back of your thighs. He whines out, “it’s too good!” And “can’t think, I’m going to break!~”. His usual nervous side goes completely out the window when you have him seeing the fucking stars. And as soon as the bubble inside of him finally bursts, he cries out loud for the whole neighborhood to hear and rakes his nails down your back one final time. His cum splatters all over both of your chests as his body finally gives up and passes out.

When he finally wakes up tomorrow, remember to remind him of the red marks that lie etched in your skin by his hand. But try not to tease him too much or else he might just melt into a puddle of shame.

Hellooooooo! I’m sorry for not posting in so long. I’ve been busy with a lot of life stuff and haven’t found the motivation to write. I just managed to scrape together some last bits of inspiration to make this, I hope it will sefice :’)

Thank you all so much for your support, it means the world to me to be able to provide others with something that can make them feel happy, especially when they are going through a hard time. I love you all so so much, have a fantastic day/night!

#danganronpa x y/n #danganronpa #smut #byakuya x reader #shuichi x reader #soda x reader #danganronpa x reader

[spiderrrling]

can we have some cockwarming eddie please :)

you absolutely may, this ended up being way longer than i intended it to be

cw: cockwarming, teasing, hickeys, biting, orgasm denial

18+ minors do not engage

3k Follower Celebration!

Eddie’s hands were gripping firmly onto your hips, holding you fast in place and refusing to let you move. He had you sitting in his lap, your legs straddling him, your skirt hiked up around your legs and your soaked underwear pushed to the side as you had Eddie’s cock buried balls deep inside of you.

This wasn’t the first time you had done this, but you still got just as flustered every time sitting on his cock.

And Eddie just thought that you were the prettiest little thing, sitting in his lap, unable to speak as you were so filled up with him. He could sit there for hours admiring your face as it scrunched up whenever he moved slightly.

Having you in this position was intoxicating to him, you were close enough that you were breathing the same air. And it was so easy to tease you for hours upon hours with no end or release in sight.

Eddie loved the feeling of being inside of you, feeling your slick walls clenching around him was heavenly. The smell of your lavender shampoo mixing with your sweet perfume was intoxicating. You were his entire world, his moon and stars, there was nothing he would ever trade for this feeling.

Your face was pressed against the crook of his neck, desperate for any kind of friction, you would settle for just the slightest sense of relief. Your breathing was laboured and ragged, he had been teasing and riling you up for hours. And when you finally got to sink down on him, he had flashed you his wickedly evil grin and held you firmly in place. “Shhhhh, just wanna feel you for a minute.”

As much as he desperately wanted to lay you flat onto his bed, properly splay you out for him and fuck you until there were tears streaming from your eyes, there was pleasure in pushing you right up to the edge before stopping completely and letting you wind down again.

It turns out a minute was closer to an hour, your desperation growing with each second that ticked by. However in retaliation you had spent the better part of the last hour leaving countless hickeys along his neck. Painting his pale skin a million different shades of purple. Eddie always displayed them so proudly and you loved marking him up, so much that he would always joke that you might be a vampire.

You lifted your head from where you had been resting and leaned upwards slightly, rubbing your nose against his for a moment and Eddie responded by doing the same to you. Even in serious moments like this he was still able to be his silly goofy self.

You leaned in closer and brushed your lips over his ever so gently before pulling away and looking up into his soft brown doe eyes, silently pleading with him to give you what you so desperately wanted.

Eddie couldn’t help but oblige, using his hands to gently rock your hips forward ever so slightly, slowly helping you start to grind down on him. You were a little ashamed to be needing his help, but after the last hour your legs had gradually gone numb over the past hour from your position.

He pulled you forward more suddenly than you were expecting and a moan slipped past your lips, you were so weak for him at that moment. Complete putty in his hands as he manhandled you to exactly where he wanted. Eddie’s smirk only grew as he saw your reaction, he loved seeing you become messy and desperate for him.

You were so wet you were practically dripping onto his still jean clad thigh and the bedding beneath you. Your hands splayed flat against Eddie’s chest, feeling his rib cage slowly rise and fall as he started using you as his own little toy.

Eddie moved his hands from your waist and fully wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a tight embrace up against his chest as he continued to rock your hips against his.

He didn’t need to say anything, the groans and moans that left his lips said it all. And it didn’t take long before either of you became desperate for the release that had been teased for so long.

Eddie was still controlling your movements, his fingers digging into your skin so hard you were convinced he was going to leave little oval bruises all over your body, not that you minded.

Eddie moved one of his hands between your legs, just barely letting his fingers apply the slightest amount of pressure to your clit through your ruined panites, only making you whimper louder into his ear.

He could tell you weren’t going to last long, he knew your body like the back of his hand, which he was absolutely planning on using to his advantage. He felt you starting to sporadically clench around him and he couldn’t do anything but let his head fall back, lips parted and the mention of your name spilling from them like a prayer.

You felt so good around him he knew it was only a matter of time if he didn’t stop you. And so he did, his arms catching you as you slumped against his chest. You had been so close, so desperate to finally feel your orgasm.

Eddie gripped your chin with his hand and kissed you fiercely, running his tongue over your bottom lip and biting down on it ever so slightly.

“What-” He finally said when he pulled away, acting oblivious. “I just want to feel you for a minute.”

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[glamoureddreamer]

Hungry

Spooky month (Vampire Streber x Reader)

Warnings: blood sucking, pain play, blood play, oral sex, biting/marking, (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

Thank you everyone! I hope you all have a fantastic day and a great night!

(Y/n) opened the door to her bedroom, the lights off and pitch black. She walks into the room, sighing after a long day. She practically jumps out of her skin when she heard the door slam shut. She turns around only to be met with two glowing red eyes.

“Hey Streber,” (Y/n) smiles. “How was your-“ She was cut off by being shoved down on the ground. She could just barely make out the outline of Streber. 

“I’m hungry.” He stated numbly, completely lacking the colorful personality of Streber. She could feel Strebers breathe against her neck, it tickled her. She shivered at the feeling.

“You okay Streber?” (Y/n) knew her boyfriend was a vampire, but usually he drank blood during the day. He’s never waited this long to eat before. Streber glanced at her before his gaze fell back down to her neck.

“No, I’m hungry.” The vampire sank his teeth into her neck flesh. (Y/n) whimpers in pain and pleasure as Streber began to suck the blood out of her. Streber let go, panting.

“You taste so amazing, it’s like I can never get enough.” 

She felt Streber’s hands go to the edge of her shirt, and her breath hitches.

“Want to continue?” (Y/n)’s sighed and nodded. Streber just chuckled under his breath. Streber lifts his girlfriend's shirt up and unhooked her bra with it.

His hands slid up to her breast, he began to play with them. He groped at them and squeezed them. (Y/n) lets out a shaky breath as she wiggles a little. Streber goes back to her neck and licks the wound he had just made. He starts to nibble her trying to find another good spot that he could bite into. Streber bites into her shoulder and she cries out. She grabs onto Streber’s arm squeezing it as she lets out a moan.

Streber pulled back, blood leaking out the side of his mouth. Streber picks (Y/n) up and sets her on the bed. Streber walks over and pulls off her pants along with her underwear.

He crawls between her legs, and with two of his fingers, he spreads her folds. She was wet already.

“Aw, you're enjoying this. Aren’t you?” Streber gave her no time to respond before biting her inner thigh, he sucks drawing blood. (Y/n) let out a whimper, she grabs his hair tugging on it. God, she needed him so badly. Streber pulled back with a grin, he wipes his mouth. He stood up taking off his own clothes.

(Y/n)’s body trembled in pleasure as Streber teased her. 

Once Streber’s clothes were all off, he went back to her thighs. He begins to suck in different places, but not biting. He was just leaving hickeys. He worked his way to her pussy, his mouth hovers over her entrance.

He looks up at her, she looked so needy. 

Streber might as well give her what she wants. Streber’s gives a small teasing kitten lick on her clit.

(Y/n)’s breath hitches, her hand going back to his head. Streber gives her no time and begins to lick and suck at her clit. (Y/n) gasps moaning loudly.

“S-shit Streber!”

(Y/n) gently grinds against his mouth, as he shoves his tongue inside of her. (Y/n) cried pulling his hair, Streber lets out a soft hiss.

“Streber! Ah- I-I! Fuck!” She cries cumming into Streber’s mouth. Streber drags out her orgasm and pulls away once she lets go of his hair. (Y/n) panted lightly, smiling from the bliss. 

Streber grabs her hips, pulling her towards him.

“Ready darling?” He aligns his cock to her entrance and pushes in quickly. Causing (Y/n) to arch her back and moan from overstimulation.

Streber was quick to start thrusting. Streber leans down and nibbles on her breast flesh, (Y/n) whimpers. The sounds of skin slapping and moans from (Y/n) was the only thing to be heard.

Streber pants picking up his pace. Pleasure rippled through his body, he lifts his head. (Y/n) felt close again from the overstimulation she was getting. (Y/n) noticed this and tried to help Streber reach his release.

Streber pressed deep inside her, feeling how tight her walls were. With his final thrusts, Streber bites onto (Y/n)’s neck hard as he shoved himself in as deep as possible. (Y/n) screams reaching her own release.

Streber cums into his girlfriend with a moan. (Y/n) let out one last whimper before going limp under her vampire boyfriend. Streber pulls out and lays next to her.

“That was amazing! Thank you, dear!” Streber smiles excitedly. (Y/n) smiles as her boyfriend gives her a kiss on her cheek, then her lips. She finally had her sweet boyfriend back.

“I’ll be back, I’m going to go get something to clean you up with, and fix your wounds.”

Yup, her sweet boyfriend.

#spooky month streber #spooky month tender treats #spooky month #spooky month streber x reader #sr pelo spooky month #sr pelo #tender treats #spooky month 5 #spooky month sr pelo #spooky month x reader #spooky month au

[borathae]

hii can you do a list of kinks of SA!Tae and Jk too? I've seen the other ask about SA!Yoongi. If you don't mind of course!💜

YES OMFG ANONIE I LOVE YOU FOR THAT QUESTION 👀 detailed lists under the cut 👀 be warned, it's so fucking horny I wanna sob

Taehyung

Blood & consuming it

Biting

seeing the remnants of sex on his partners' bodies (hickeys, bitemarks, bruises, scratchmarks etc)

Feet (especially footjobs, oh dear lord)

Choking

Fingering (that man lives for getting his fingers wet)

hands in general are very erotic to him

he loves giving sensual massages for example (on various parts of the body if yk what I mean)

Bondage

Lingerie

wearing nothing but lots of expensive jewellery during sex

Stripping (in the sense of taking each other's clothes off)

Erotic Photography

Painting people nude and fucking them afterwards

also fucking people on a canvas and getting them all covered in paint (and his cum)

speaking of cum, he's such a sucker for it

creampies, cumplay, covering bodies in it, swallowing it

he gets off on it, especially when it's mixed with blood

Rough Sex

but also romantic love making

Overstimulation to the point where his partners squirt/pee themselves (bruh)

Tears, holy fuck when his partners cry because of pleasure? Tae's a goner

speaking of overstimulation, he will use an array of toys on you to really make you shake

fucking multiple people at once

Threesomes & even Orgies (*sweats*)

Big Cocks (that's why he always shows his vampire cock and not his human cock)

Anal (it'll be explored more in MV but Tae is an anal slut, I said what I said)

i hate him so much, he makes me so weak

Taehyung definitely sees sex with less emotional importance than Yoongi. You will catch Taehyung being kinky as fuck with total strangers too, contrary to for example Yoongi (and also Jungkook) who need a deep emotional bond to really let lose during sex. But that doesn't mean that sex is "just sex" to him. With someone like OC for example, sex is holy to Tae and he treasures their intimate moments a lot. He also becomes a lot more tame with her, because he first of all, doesn't want to scare her away with all the fucked up shit he craves (trust me when I tell you guys that this man has been holding back with her until now) and second of all, because her comfort is his greatest priority. So you won't ever catch Taehyung being feral with her or using his actual strength or actually biting down as hard as he could. He holds back and idk why this concept is so hot to me, but it is fnadnfas

Also Taehyung is a lot "more bi" than Yoongi HAHAH this sounds so weird. But what I mean by that is that the possibility of catching him with three guys or three women or both all tangled in a kinky orgy is way higher than with someone than Yoongi. Taehyung also regularly has crushes on both women and men while Yoongi commits to a person once he's in love. Taehyung is also not opposed to taking cock and regularly gets his back blown out by one of his many vampire/werwolf friends. And when he's the one fucking a juicy ass? Bro this man is so fucking filthy and rough.

Besties, I'm literally shaking as I'm writing this. I can't handle SA!Tae, he is such a sexy bastard. I literally can't wait for you guys to read the smutty messes this man will be invloved in in MV

Jungkook

should I start with it?

imma start with it

Fisting (hahhaha)

in general he's a Size King

Big Toys, Big Cocks, Fists, Long Fingers

Jungkook loves being stretched

Anal

he prefers being submissive

enjoys being pushed to his limits

Pain!!

Impact Play, Biting, Scratching, CBT

Hair Pulling & Rough Choking

Knives & Fire

Waxplay or Iceplay

anything that leaves pain behind, Kook gets off on it

also anything that marks him

be it pain play marks or cum or squirt

even being pissed/spat on gets him off

being edged and then overstimulated

being gagged & muffled

being blindfolded

being restrainted

Shibari

Harnesses & getting pulled close by them

he wants to try being restrainted upside down once

being insulted during rough sex

Oral (poor boy wants to do it so bad but can't because of his curse)

and now hear me out, here is the problem with Kook

he genuinely likes those things, but they are also the only way he CAN have sex because of his curse

and Jungkook deep down is the softest, most hopeless romantic

and all he really wants to do is to hug someone close

to have slow missionary sex with them as he kisses their neck

and they call him "their sweetest love"

he wants to go down on them and make them cum with his tongue and hands

and then make slow love to them until they cum together

he wants to perform well for them and be praised doing it

and afterwards he wants to hold them close without feeling the urge to rip them apart

that's what he thinks about a lot during sleepless nights

Each time I think about SA!Kook I cry a little. He is so starved of love and slow intimacy. I'm literally gonna fucking break apart.

Like don't get me wrong. Jungkook's such a sucker for rough, kinky sex, but the faCT THAT HE PHYSICALLY CAN'T HAVE SLOW SEX MAKES ME WAIL. Like imagine a world where he could choose between being rough or gentle that night. But he cAN'T CHOOSE. I'm gonna break apart.

Either way, enough of me being too emotional over my sweet Kookie :(. Jungkook has the most sensitve body. Yeah, you read that right. Every inch of his body is so freaking sensitive once he gets turned on. Thank touch starvation am I right? No but seriously. Once Jungkook gets turned on, it's so easy to get him desperate with just a few touches and brushes of your fingers.

The most sensitive parts are his chest & nipples, cock and ass and neck. Also his inner thighs and inner wrists are incredibly sensitive. I honest to god think that you could get him to orgasm if you rubbed those parts long enough. Or omfg dance a feather over those parts and you can rest assured that he'll be the leakiest, whiniest boy ever.

Jungkook also almost always experiences subdrop. Aftercare isn't just mandatory with him, it's important to his mental health and his survival. Maybe he drops that fucking hard because of that missing part of gentle intimacy. Maybe he'd feel less like an unworthy piece of shit each time he had sex if only he could act the way he wants to act. Maybe if he could slow down during rough moments, take his partner's hands and kiss their knuckles and then ask them if they think he is a good boy, he wouldn't hate himself so much afterwards. BESTIES IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN I'M GETTING EMOTIONAL FOR HIM :( in conclusion please hold him, hug him, kiss him and call him the bestest boy after sex, I'm fucking begging you please be gentle with him :(

I love you so much anonie for sending in this message. I am now officially in love with my SA!boys. I have been before, but it's official now.

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #anon #th thirst #jk thirst #thirsty thursday #hcs: sanguis duology

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Sunday information for Nathan?

Pretty sure you were asking about Nate my boy! I actually have a Nathan but he's a side character in one of my HP stories so... (Also should I tag Maddie for this? Nate is their boy so I feel like I should lol @randomestfandoms-ocs)

bold what applies to your muse. italicize if it somewhat applies/is something that they may be interested in. strike out what does not apply to them/is something they’d prefer to avoid at all costs.

identity & preferences.

heterosexual.  bisexual.  pansexual.  homosexual.  asexual.  demisexual.  other orientation not specified.  cisgender.  transgender.  non-binary.  intersex.  other identity not specified.  dominant.  submissive.  verse/varies.  sex with men.  sex with women.  sex with non-binary people.  sex with multiple people.  sex-neutral.  sex-favorable.  sex-repulsed.  no sex drive.  low sex drive.  average sex drive.  high sex drive.  sex in the morning.  sex in the mid-morning.  sex in the afternoon.  sex in the late afternoon.  sex in the evening.  sex late at night.  sex at any time.

sounds.

very quiet.  very loud.  grows in volume over time.  whimpering.  whining.  moaning.  yelling.  sobbing.  gasping.  heavy breathing.

body.

fully clothed.  underwear only.  naked.  lingerie.  casual costumes.  sexy costumes.  clothing not typical of their gender.  wears a bra.  wears panties.  wears boxers.  a cup.  b cup.  c cup.  d cup or larger.  1-5 inches.  6-9 inches.  10 inches or larger.  sensitive neck.  sensitive shoulders.  sensitive chest.  sensitive nipples.  sensitive sides.  sensitive abdomen.  sensitive hips.  sensitive ass.  sensitive thighs.  sensitive knees.  sensitive shins.  sensitive feet.

toys.

using vibrators on their partner.  having vibrators used on them.  using dildos on their partner.  having dildos used on them.  using strap-ons on their partner.  having strap-ons used on them.  using cock rings on their partner.  having cock rings used on them.  using gags on their partner.  having gags used on them.  using anal beads on their partner.  having anal beads used on them.

fetishes & activities.

leather.  ropes.  nylon.  silk.  latex.  uniforms.  stockings.  corsets.  footwear.  high heels.  piercings.  strap-ons.  tattoos.  sharp items.  weapons.  handcuffs.  blindfolds.  hair.  mouths.  teeth.  tongues.  eyes.  noses.  hands.  chests.  arms.  underarms.  stomachs.  hips.  asses.  cocks & balls.  legs.  feet.  urine.  blood.  menstrual blood.  lactation.  cum.  scat.  vomit.  ghosts.  demons.  angels.  monsters.  aliens.  vampires.  werewolves.  mannequins.  tentacles.  pet play.  puppy play.  pony play.  macrophilia.  microphilia.  food.  intoxication.

kinks & interests.

giving anal sex.  receiving anal sex.  giving vaginal sex.  receiving vaginal sex.  giving oral sex.  receiving oral sex.  frottage.  edging.  being edged.  cock warming their partner.  being cock warmed.  tying up their partner.  being tied up.  cuffing.  being cuffed.  blindfolding.  being blindfolded.  calling their partner daddy/mommy.  being called daddy/mommy.  bdsm.  desperation play.  cum play.  knife play.  gun play.  blood play.  food play.  sensation play.  dirty talk.  roleplaying.  barebacking.  female domination.  praising.  being praised.  worshipping.  being worshipped.  humiliating.  being humiliated.  degrading.  being degraded.  biting.  being bitten.  scratching.  being scratched.  giving pain.  receiving pain.  spanking.  being spanked.  whipping.  being whipped.  licking.  being licked.  tickling.  being tickled.  choking.  being choked.  fisting.  being fisted.  breeding.  being bred.  giving hickeys.  receiving hickeys.  making their partner’s belly bulge.  having their belly bulge.  pulling their partner’s hair.  having their hair pulled.  watching their partner.  being watched by their partner.  watching a third party.  being watched by a third party.  playing with their partner’s nipples.  having their nipples played with.  playing with their partner’s ass.  having their ass played with.  their partner dressing up.  dressing up.  intercrural sex.

locations.

in a bedroom.  in a hotel room.  in a home bathroom.  in a public bathroom.  in the bath. in the shower. at school.  in a closet.  in the kitchen.  in the living room.  in a lounge.  in an office.  in a restaurant/cafeteria.  in the woods.  in a garden.  in a field.  at a beach.  in the snow.  in a car.  by a lake/river.  in a tent.  in a barn/loft.  in a tower.  under a desk.  at a hospital.  in an abandoned building.  on a rooftop.  in an alley.  in a parking garage.

#answered #oc related ask #nate simmons #about nate #the-witching-ash #minors dni

[carnalcervid]

Carnal 🩸 Vampire 🩸 Deity

im Carnal, a bi t4t switch whos a constantly horny vampire that feeds off pleasure. your kink is not my kink, but what if we acted like it is 🫀

minors DNI - im an adult (25)

my kinks:

🩸 biting / hickeys / scratching / bruising /lasting marks

🩸 hair pulling

🩸 oral (giving / receiving / fixation)

🩸 size difference / micro/macrophilia

🩸 edging / orgasm denial

🩸 squirting

🩸 forced orgasms / overstimulation

🩸 degradation / embarrassment

🩸 praise

🩸 pet play

🩸 impact play 

🩸 bdsm / power play

🩸 discrete public play

🩸 anal

🩸 asphyxiation

🩸 CNC

🩸 double penetration

🩸 fisting

🩸 knife / gun / weapon play

🩸 blood play

🩸 wax play

🩸 medical play

🩸 primal / predator / prey

🩸 hypno / mind control

🩸 teratophilia / tentacles / etc

🩸 somnophilia

🩸 intoxication

🩸 breeding / knotting (w out pregnancy kink)

🩸 sounding

🩸 oviposition

🩸 omo

🩸 free use

🩸 forced submission

🩸 latex

🩸 kidnapping

🩸 rape play

🩸 fear play

🩸 worship

hard no's:

🔪 scat

terminology i'm okay with:

⚰️ chest / nipples

⚰️ dick / cock / strap | NO clit

⚰️ hole / cunt / similar iterations | NO pussy

⚰️ if there isn't a gender neutral term available, a masculine version of it is acceptable (master / sir, good pet / good boy, etc)

i adore to be worshiped, which takes on many forms. tributing your pleasure to me, focusing on my pleasure, using me for your own pleasure. i love to talk about kink and sex because of this. i love to hear your fantasies, how badly you need it, i love to use your kinks to torture you. lets be desperate for more pleasure together 🫀

if youre not sure, feel free to ask first. im very nonjudgmental and open minded - within reason (no maps, zoophiles, bigots, etc). my asks are always open and my dms are open to mutuals, or you can ask to dm

you can expect to see horny shit posting, aesthetics, hard kinks, gore, weapons, aesthetics (glitch, medical), etc. i dont consistently tag posts

#chatter #for those of you interested in interacting with me #my kink list is constantly expanding #so its hard to make these bc im like. what else am i forgetting..

[ronmanmob]

Sinday Information

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Ron Kray

Identity & Preferences.

heterosexual.  bisexual.  pansexual.  homosexual.  asexual.  demisexual.  other orientation not specified.  cisgender.  transgender.  non-binary.  intersex.  genderfluid.  other identity not specified.  dominant.  submissive.  verse/varies.  sex with men. sex with women. sex with non-binary people. sex with multiple people. sex-neutral.  sex-favorable.  sex-repulsed.  no sex drive.  low sex drive.  average sex drive.  high sex drive.  sex in the morning.  sex in the mid-morning.  sex in the afternoon.  sex in the late afternoon.  sex in the evening.  sex late at night. sex at any time.

Sounds

very quiet.  very loud.  grows in volume over time.  whimpering.  whining.  moaning.  yelling.  sobbing.  gasping. heavy breathing

Body

fully clothed.  underwear only.  naked.  lingerie.  casual costumes.  sexy costumes.  clothing not typical of their gender. sensitive neck.  sensitive shoulders.  sensitive chest.  sensitive nipples.  sensitive sides.  sensitive abdomen.  sensitive hips.  sensitive ass.  sensitive thighs.  sensitive knees.  sensitive shins.  sensitive feet.

Toys

using vibrators on their partner.  having vibrators used on them. using dildos on their partner.  having dildos used on them. using strap-ons on their partner.  having strap-ons used on them. using cock rings on their partner.  having cock rings used on them.  using gags on their partner.  having gags used on them.  using anal beads on their partner.  having anal beads used on them. 

//For preference implements aren’t used in the bedroom beyond what there’s always time for (lubricant!). If his partner had a particular desire however, Ron would do his very best to oblige. Unless it involved him being blindfolded, tied up and/or penetrated in any sense whatsoever. THAT all needs a lengthy preamble at the very least.

Fetishes and Activity

leather.  ropes.  nylon.  silk.  latex.  uniforms.  stockings. corsets.  footwear.  high heels. piercings.  strap-ons. tattoos.  sharp items.  weapons.  handcuffs.  blindfolds.  hair.  mouths.  teeth.  tongues.  eyes.  noses.  hands.  chests. arms.  underarms.  stomachs.  hips.  asses. cocks & balls.  legs.  feet.  urine.  blood.  menstrual blood.  lactation.  cum.  scat.  vomit.  ghosts.  demons.  angels.  monsters.  aliens.  vampires.  werewolves.  mannequins.  tentacles.  pet play.  puppy play.  pony play.  macrophilia.  food.  intoxication. 

Kinks & Interests

giving anal sex.  receiving anal sex*.  giving vaginal sex.  receiving vaginal sex.  giving oral sex.  receiving oral sex.  frottage.  edging.  being edged.  cock warming their partner.  being cock warmed.  tying up their partner.  being tied up.  cuffing.  being cuffed. blindfolding.  being blindfolded.  calling their partner daddy/mommy.  being called daddy/mommy.  bdsm.  desperation play.  cum play. knife play.  gun play. blood play.  food play. sensation play.  dirty talk.  roleplaying. barebacking.  female domination. praising.  being praised. worshipping.  being worshipped. humiliating.  being humiliated.  degrading.  being degraded.  biting.  being bitten.  scratching.  being scratched.  giving pain.  receiving pain. spanking.  being spanked. whipping.  being whipped. licking.  being licked. tickling.  being tickled.  choking**.  being choked. fisting.  being fisted.  breeding. being bred. giving hickeys.  receiving hickeys.  making their partner’s belly bulge.  having their belly bulge. pulling their partner’s hair.  having their hair pulled.  watching their partner.  being watched by their partner. watching a third party.  being watched by a third party. playing with their partner’s nipples.  having their nipples played with.  playing with their partner’s ass.  having their ass played with. their partner dressing up.  dressing up.  intercrural sex

*there’s literally like ONE person he’d happily let take him to bed And He Knows Who He Is **you’d have to ask him SO nicely

Location

in a bedroom.  in a hotel room. in a home bathroom. in a public bathroom.  in the bath.  in the shower. at school.  in a closet.  in the kitchen. in the living room. in a lounge. in an office.  in a restaurant/cafeteria.  in the woods.  in a garden.  in a field. at a beach.  in the snow. in a car. by a lake/river.  in a tent.  in a barn/loft. in a tower.  under a desk.  at a hospital.  in an abandoned building.  on a rooftop. in an alley.  in a parking garage.

Stolen from: @brooklynislandgirl​

Tagging: anyone who wants to play!

#//sinday memery #brooklynislandgirl #<- because I pinched it from you darling :3

[heartfledged]

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identity & preferences.

heterosexual. bisexual. pansexual. homosexual. asexual. demisexual. other orientation not specified (queer). cisgender. transgender. non-binary. intersex. other identity not specified. dominant. submissive. verse/varies. sex with men. sex with women. sex with non-binary people. sex with multiple people. sex-neutral. sex-favorable. sex-repulsed. no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. sex in the morning. sex in the mid-morning. sex in the afternoon. sex in the late afternoon. sex in the evening. sex late at night. sex at any time.

sounds.

very quiet. very loud. grows in volume over time. whimpering. whining. moaning. yelling. sobbing. gasping. heavy breathing.

body.

fully clothed. underwear only. naked. lingerie. casual costumes. sexy costumes. clothing not typical of their gender. wears a bra. wears panties. wears boxers. (no underwear we die like men) a cup. b cup. c cup. d cup or larger. 1-5 inches. 6-9 inches. 10 inches or larger. sensitive neck. sensitive shoulders. sensitive chest. sensitive nipples. sensitive sides. sensitive abdomen. sensitive hips. sensitive ass. sensitive thighs. sensitive knees. sensitive shins. sensitive feet.

toys.

using vibrators on their partner. having vibrators used on them. using dildos on their partner. having dildos used on them. using strap-ons on their partner. having strap-ons used on them. using cock rings on their partner. having cock rings used on them. using gags on their partner. having gags used on them. using anal beads on their partner. having anal beads used on them.

fetishes & activities.

leather. ropes. nylon. silk. latex. uniforms. stockings. corsets. footwear. high heels. piercings. strap-ons. tattoos. sharp items. weapons. handcuffs. blindfolds. hair. mouths. teeth. tongues. eyes. noses. hands. chests. arms. underarms. stomachs. hips. asses. cocks & balls. legs. feet. urine. blood. menstrual blood. lactation. cum. scat. vomit. ghosts. demons. angels. monsters. aliens. vampires. werewolves. mannequins. tentacles. pet play. puppy play. pony play. macrophilia. microphilia. food. intoxication.

kinks & interests.

giving anal sex. receiving anal sex. giving vaginal sex. receiving vaginal sex. giving oral sex. receiving oral sex. frottage. edging. being edged. cock warming their partner. being cock warmed. tying up their partner. being tied up. cuffing. being cuffed. blindfolding. being blindfolded. calling their partner daddy/mommy. being called daddy/mommy. bdsm. desperation play. cum play. knife play. gun play. blood play. food play. sensation play. dirty talk. roleplaying. barebacking. female domination. praising. being praised. worshiping. being worshiped. humiliating. being humiliated. degrading. being degraded. biting. being bitten. scratching. being scratched. giving pain. receiving pain. spanking. being spanked. whipping. being whipped. licking. being licked. tickling. being tickled. choking. being choked. fisting. being fisted. breeding. being bred. giving hickeys. receiving hickeys. making their partner’s belly bulge. having their belly bulge. pulling their partner’s hair. having their hair pulled. watching their partner. being watched by their partner. watching a third party. being watched by a third party. playing with their partner’s nipples. having their nipples played with. playing with their partner’s ass. having their ass played with. their partner dressing up. dressing up. intercrural sex.

locations.

in a bedroom. in a hotel room. in a home bathroom. in a public bathroom. in the bath. in the shower. at school. in a closet. in the kitchen. in the living room. in a lounge. in an office. in a restaurant/cafeteria. in the woods. in a garden. in a field. at a beach. in the snow. in a car. by a lake/river. in a tent. in a barn/loft. in a tower. under a desk. at a hospital. in an abandoned building. on a rooftop. in an alley. in a parking garage.

stolen from the freaks at: @niratias and @inkedstone

#oh this is. a callout for her. #༄ | the most fun lies in seeing and studying the unknown [headcanon] #nsft

[niratias]

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identity & preferences.

heterosexual. bisexual. pansexual. homosexual. asexual. demisexual. other orientation not specified (queer). cisgender. transgender. non-binary. intersex. other identity not specified. dominant. submissive. verse/varies. sex with men. sex with women. sex with non-binary people. sex with multiple people. sex-neutral. sex-favorable. sex-repulsed. no sex drive. low sex drive. average sex drive. high sex drive. sex in the morning. sex in the mid-morning. sex in the afternoon. sex in the late afternoon. sex in the evening. sex late at night. sex at any time.

sounds.

very quiet. very loud. grows in volume over time. whimpering. whining. moaning. yelling. sobbing. gasping. heavy breathing.

body.

fully clothed. underwear only. naked. lingerie. casual costumes. sexy costumes. clothing not typical of their gender. wears a bra. wears panties. wears boxers. (no underwear we die like men) a cup. b cup. c cup. d cup or larger. 1-5 inches. 6-9 inches. 10 inches or larger. sensitive neck. sensitive shoulders. sensitive chest. sensitive nipples. sensitive sides. sensitive abdomen. sensitive hips. sensitive ass. sensitive thighs. sensitive knees. sensitive shins. sensitive feet.

toys.

using vibrators on their partner. having vibrators used on them. using dildos on their partner. having dildos used on them. using strap-ons on their partner. having strap-ons used on them. using cock rings on their partner. having cock rings used on them. using gags on their partner. having gags used on them. using anal beads on their partner. having anal beads used on them.

fetishes & activities.

leather. ropes. nylon. silk. latex. uniforms. stockings. corsets. footwear. high heels. piercings. strap-ons. tattoos. sharp items. weapons. handcuffs. blindfolds. hair. mouths. teeth. tongues. eyes. noses. hands. chests. arms. underarms. stomachs. hips. asses. cocks & balls. legs. feet. urine. blood. menstrual blood. lactation. cum. scat. vomit. ghosts. demons. angels. monsters. aliens. vampires. werewolves. mannequins. tentacles. pet play. puppy play. pony play. macrophilia. microphilia. food. intoxication.

kinks & interests.

giving anal sex. receiving anal sex. giving vaginal sex. receiving vaginal sex. giving oral sex. receiving oral sex. frottage. edging. being edged. cock warming their partner. being cock warmed. tying up their partner. being tied up. cuffing. being cuffed. blindfolding. being blindfolded. calling their partner daddy/mommy. being called daddy/mommy. bdsm. desperation play. cum play. knife play. gun play. blood play. food play. sensation play. dirty talk. roleplaying. barebacking. female domination. praising. being praised. worshiping. being worshiped. humiliating. being humiliated. degrading. being degraded. biting. being bitten. scratching. being scratched. giving pain. receiving pain. spanking. being spanked. whipping. being whipped. licking. being licked. tickling. being tickled. choking. being choked. fisting. being fisted. breeding. being bred. giving hickeys. receiving hickeys. making their partner’s belly bulge. having their belly bulge. pulling their partner’s hair. having their hair pulled. watching their partner. being watched by their partner. watching a third party. being watched by a third party. playing with their partner’s nipples. having their nipples played with. playing with their partner’s ass. having their ass played with. their partner dressing up. dressing up. intercrural sex.

locations.

in a bedroom. in a hotel room. in a home bathroom. in a public bathroom. in the bath. in the shower. at school. in a closet. in the kitchen. in the living room. in a lounge. in an office. in a restaurant/cafeteria. in the woods. in a garden. in a field. at a beach. in the snow. in a car. by a lake/river. in a tent. in a barn/loft. in a tower. under a desk. at a hospital. in an abandoned building. on a rooftop. in an alley. in a parking garage.

stole it back from @who-is-muses

#cayne arlon #ns//fw #ooc: re-stealing from kirby and taking that color formatting which is great #ooc: pss pss pss cayne fuckers come get your man

[adversityfought-a]

    *𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.                              

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★    -`ˏ  IDENTITY  &  PREFERENCES.  ˎ´-

heterosexual.  bisexual.  pansexual.  homosexual.  asexual.  demisexual.  other orientation not specified.  cisgender.  transgender.  non-binary.  other identity not specified.  dominant.  submissive.  verse/varies.  sex with men. sex with women.  sex with non-binary people.  sex with multiple people.  sex-neutral.  sex-favorable.  sex-repulsed.  no sex drive.  low sex drive.  average sex drive.  high sex drive.  sex in the morning.  sex in the mid-morning.  sex in the afternoon.  sex in the late afternoon.  sex in the evening.  sex late at night.  sex at any time.

★   -`ˏ  SOUNDS.  ˎ´-

very quiet. very loud.  grows in volume over time.  whimpering.  whining.  moaning.  yelling.  sobbing.  gasping.  heavy breathing.

★   -`ˏ  BODY.  ˎ´-

fully clothed. underwear only.  naked.  lingerie.  casual costumes.  sexy costumes.  clothing not typical of their gender.  wears a bra.  wears panties.  wears boxers.  a cup.  b cup.  c cup.  d cup or larger.  1-5 inches.  6-9 inches.  10 inches or larger.  sensitive neck.  sensitive shoulders.  sensitive chest.  sensitive nipples.  sensitive sides.  sensitive abdomen.  sensitive hips.  sensitive ass.  sensitive thighs.  sensitive knees.  sensitive shins.  sensitive feet.

★   -`ˏ  TOYS.  ˎ´-

using vibrators on their partner.  having vibrators used on them.  using dildos on their partner.  having dildos used on them.  using strap-ons on their partner.  having strap-ons used on them.  using cock rings on their partner.  having cock rings used on them.  using gags on their partner.  having gags used on them.  using anal beads on their partner.  having anal beads used on them.

★   -`ˏ  FETISHES  &  ACTIVITIES.  ˎ´-

leather.  ropes.  nylon.  silk.  latex.  uniforms.  stockings.  corsets.  footwear.  high heels.  piercings.  strap-ons.  tattoos.  sharp items.  weapons.  handcuffs.  blindfolds.  hair.  mouths.  teeth.  tongues.  eyes.  noses.  hands.  chests.  arms.  underarms.  stomachs.  hips.  asses.  cocks & balls.  legs.  feet.  urine. blood.  menstrual blood.  lactation.  cum.  scat.  vomit.  ghosts ( wh… what??? ).  demons.  angels.  monsters.  aliens.  vampires.  werewolves (  “…Yeah so long as they aren’t trying to KILL ME  -  sure, why not.”  ).  mannequins.  tentacles (  -stares into camera like the office-  ).  pet play.  puppy play.  pony play.  macrophilia.  microphilia.  food.  intoxication.

★   -`ˏ  KINKS  &  INTERESTS.  ˎ´-

giving anal sex.  receiving anal sex.  giving vaginal sex.  receiving vaginal sex.  giving oral sex.  receiving oral sex.  frottage.  edging.  being edged.  cock warming their partner.  being cock warmed.  tying up their partner.  being tied up.  cuffing.  being cuffed. blindfolding.  being blindfolded.  calling their partner daddy/mommy.  being called daddy/mommy.  bdsm.  desperation play.  cum play. knife play.  gun play.  blood play.  food play.  sensation play.  dirty talk.  roleplaying.  barebacking.  female domination. praising!!!  being praised.  worshipping.  being worshipped.  humiliating.  being humiliated.  degrading.  being degraded.  biting.  being bitten (  “Very particular about who can do it…”  ).  scratching.  being scratched.  giving pain.  receiving pain. spanking.  being spanked.  whipping.  being whipped.  licking.  being licked.  tickling.  being tickled.  choking.  being choked.  fisting.  being fisted. breeding.  being bred.  giving hickeys.  receiving hickeys.  making their partner’s belly bulge.  having their belly bulge.  pulling their partner’s hair.  having their hair pulled.  watching their partner.  being watched by their partner.  watching a third party.  being watched by a third party. playing with their partner’s nipples.  having their nipples played with.  playing with their partner’s ass.  having their ass played with.  their partner dressing up.  dressing up.  intercrural sex.

★   -`ˏ  LOCATIONS.  ˎ´-

in a bedroom.  in a hotel room.  in a home bathroom.  in a public bathroom.  in the bath.  in the shower. at school. in a closet.  in the kitchen.  in the living room.  in a lounge.  in an office. in a restaurant/cafeteria.  in the woods.  in a garden.  in a field.  at a beach.  in the snow. in a car.  by a lake/river.  in a tent.  in a barn/loft.  in a tower.  under a desk.  at a hospital. in an abandoned building.  on a rooftop.  in an alley.  in a parking garage.

#-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ MISC. / DASHGAMES. #-`ˏ ★ ˎ´- ─ NOT SFW. / SUGGESTIVE. #/ god whole time he was so indecisive — PRETTY MUCH STARED AT EVERYTHING LIKE “well depends on partner #/ may have made a joke about him being adaptable #/ EITHER WAY #/ took too damn long 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫