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growingwithem · 1 year

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Hyukjae without makeup makes you fall in love in a different way ❤️‍🩹

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subskz · 3 months

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catboy… please see reason 😭😭

sleepy channie after sex?? cuddling with sleepy channie??? you’ve activated such a disgusting response in me. the second scenario where he falls asleep on your chest has me melted into a puddle on the floor 💔🔨 imagine running your hands through his hair, softly scratching/massaging his scalp 😖 (perhaps in your dream, you’re giving him a bath?? idk maybe heeheehee😼) him sucking on your chest to sleep??? i actually physically winded up for a punch, that damaged me so much 😭

i had to take a break between catboy’s ask and your response because i was already reeling (and had to put my dinner in the oven 😪) the visual of pressing kisses down his spine has me nauseated. don’t also think of reaching out to grab one of his hands, giving them soft, little squeezes and rubbing your thumb against it as a little way to soothe him in his sleep.

waking up, knowing you all will need to wash up (bath time teehee), but wanting to stay wrapped up in each other just a little bit longer. ohhhhh god the thought of waking chan up with soft kisses pressed all over his face 😖😖😖😖 hnnnnn i need a moment -🐾

oh my god 😭 catboy hit me w the ol’ 1 ,2 and now you’re here to deal the finishing blow 😭 u did not just bring up bathing channie and washing his curls when u know full well how i feel abt that…both of u need to see reason before i lose my sanity

taking care of sleepy channie is such a primal need i just wanna make him feel so safe and loved and blissed out that he can fall asleep without a single worry on his pretty little mind for once! baby boy deserves to be drowned in so much pleasure that he can’t even think straight and just passes out all content in your arms, clinging to you like his life depends on it and puckering his pouty lips at your skin ❤️‍🩹 he’d let out the cutest lil hums n grunts in his sleep when you play w his hair and send soothing ripples all through his body with the light drag of your nails

channie has such a gorgeous back that dip in his spine is just begging to be covered in a trail of kisses 😞 rubbing your thumb gently over his hand might be the final straw for me…he’d find the motion so comforting he’d drift off in no time ㅠㅠ and it’d be so cute if you traced hearts into his skin w your fingers or wrote out smth cheesy like “i love you” just to hear his soft, drowsy giggles when he realizes what you’re doing

#ask #🐾 anon #💌 channie

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captjprice · 4 months

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Hiiii , you are one of my favs and I was wondering here me out . You know how British monarchy knights people for good things imagine the 141 task force find out their s/o was knighted . Could be for anything from science to military. Just a thought 😅. Much love ❤️

TF 141 x Knighted!Reader Drabble

A/n: I'm so happy to hear that I'm one of your favs, just in general I didn't really think my blogs would get much love. It's really surprised me. Thank you so much for the love ❤️‍🩹 I did a little research, but I'm not British so it might not be spot on lollolololl

Mentions: lass used once but for the rest GN!Reader, fluff, I left it kinda open for what you got knighted except for prices so ppl can kinda self insert

• John price

It came up in simple conversation, totally unexpected. It was no secret that as a field medic, you had saved many lives (Including John's) while keeping yourself going at the same time. It was impressive.

John's arm hangs lazily over your waist as you lounge together, leg crossed over the other. You're chatting about how you ended up working as a field medic, not so briefly mentioning that at one point, you had reached a certain number of lives saved.

And that you had gotten knighted for it.

The way you had said it was so calm, almost like it wasn't a big thing at all.

John sits up, his eyes widening as he looks down at you, who seems confused as to why he's just gotten out of the comfy position. "You're knighted? You got knighted, love?" A big smile spreads on his face, and he places a big kiss onto your cheeks. He's so proud of you. He was before, but knowing this makes him feel just a little warmer inside.

He's smiley about it, the whole day. Giddily slipping the fact that you're knighted into every conversation he has with anybody that isn't you.

• Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

It's a heated make out session, causing you to almost burst through the door into your quarters, the hinges creaking as you close it behind you.

Johnny's hands firmly wrap around your wrists and press you against a wall, wary to not push you against the shelf close to you. His eyes flit to it, then back to your lips. Johnny seems to go in for a kiss, but stalls and pulls back when he sees a photograph of you at the knighting ceremony.

With a quirk of your brow, you watch as he grabs it, inspecting it. "What, you— you got knighted?" He asks, admiring the picture for a moment before glancing at you. You smile softly in response to his question, and nod. "Yeah. Just before we became.. friends, actually. You didn't know?" You say, gently taking the photograph out of his hands and putting it back ontop of the shelf. "I did not, bonnie.. but I shouldn't be surprised. Not with the likes of you, talented lass." Johnny whispers, allowing you to pull him back in for the kiss.

• Simon "Ghost" Riley

You didn't actually tell him. He found out himself, just after the two of you had gotten into a relationship. It's not like he was wary, just curious— So he searched you up.

He definitely didn't expect this, he knew you were talented, but god.. getting knighted? The swell in his heart only got worse when he read about it, his lips quirking into a small smile. He just wondered why you didn't tell him?

It's a few days later that he surprises you in the morning, wrapping his arms around your waist while you're cooking up whatever..

"When were you going to tell me?" He asks gruffly, almost sounding accusing at first. It makes you turn and raise a brow, pressing a kiss to his lips for a moment. "Tell you what?" You ask, genuinely confused. He tilts his head, and you feel like you're in trouble..

"That you got bloody knighted? Were you just going to hide it from me, sweetheart?" Simon tugs you a little closer, spinning for a moment. Your worried expression fades into a lazy smile, and you shake your head. "Oh, Simon.. Seriously? That was a while ago."

"So? I wanna know who I'm marryin' in the future. I wanna know what you've accomplished." He says, his voice softer than usual. You snicker, your cheeks slightly burning. "Yeah, fine. I'll tell you over breakfast, hm?"

• Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Absolutely flabbergasted. Does not believe you at first, thinks you're joking. You're still relatively young because you're in his age range, especially to get knighted.

A hearty chuckle escapes him, and he can't stop grinning. "Right, yeah. You got knighted. For what? That pretty face?" Kyle teases, shaking his head.

However, then you pull up with the evidence, and he's just.. staring at you, half smitten and half wondering if he's not some big failure for not having accomplished something big like this at this age.

He pushes the thoughts away, grabbing onto your collar and roughly pulling you towards him to kiss you, his other hand cupping your cheek. When he pulls back, he's staring at you softly, a little in disbelief. You're his. "You're so fucking perfect, you know that?"

#cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod mwii #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #john price #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz x y/n #gaz x reader #john soap mctavish #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader

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maverickbabes · 5 months

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Kinkmas Day 8 - Tailplay "Playful"

Kinkmas Day 8

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!Omatikaya!reader!

Warnings: Tailplay, foreplay, tsaheylu connection, a little bit of playful fighting, some cussing, teasing, fluff ending.

Neteyam reaches for your tail, tugging on it gently as he knew how sensitive it would be. You let out a gasp and turned around towards your mate, eyes widen with desire. "What? what are you gonna do?" Neteyam teases as he grabs your tail again, this time letting his fingers glide as you swoosh it out of his grasp.

You close the space between you two and grabbed his face, kissing him deeply as you trace the tip of your tongue along his bottom lip. Neteyam groans into the kiss as he grabs your hips and pulls you close to him. You reach your hand around his torso and grabbed his tail, twisting it around your finger.

"Ah oh fuck" Neteyam hisses as he kneels down, pulling you with him to the ground. "Neteyam please I need you" You whimpered as you laid back, exposing your wet pussy for him. "I need you but first I wanna try something with you" Neteyam says as his tail swishes back and forth in anticipation.

You nod your head fast as your tail sweeps from underneath you and towards his tail, almost like it had a mind of its own. Neteyam looks at your tail swishing back and forth as he grabs his braid and pulls it over his shoulder, his eyes wandering over you.

"Here ma 'teyam" You said softly as you bring your braid around and reach it up towards his. The ends of your guy's braids slowly intertwine together, causing both of you to gasp from the amount of pleasure coursing through both of you.

Without any warning, Neteyam slams into you instead bottoming out. "Shit!" You scream out from both pain and pleasure. Neteyam's tail wraps around your tail and your thigh before he hovers over you.

"Mine"

an: sorry this is shitty, I haven't been feeling well mentally ❤️‍🩹

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year

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Hotch with lactation kink is my absolute favorite ❤️‍🩹

I imagine him being so shy to ask you if he can stuff his face in your tits, like he never thought Hed be into that kink, so he goes all shy and soft spoken and ofc you can never say no to him 🥺

aaron isn’t sure what it is about you, that sends his brain into haywire and makes it hard to think.

you’re just reading your book, finally getting some time to yourself after putting your daughter down for a nap.

your hair is a little matted and sweaty, your glasses have fingerprint smudges on them and you’ve nibbled a raw spot in your lip. you’re in a slip dress patterned with embroidered suns and meadows.

you’d think you look horrible.

but to aaron, you look ethereal. you look like you’ve been taken from a romance book and placed into his home.

“baby,” you look up, finding your husband staring at you with a lovelorn look.

he’s been giving you more of those recently. gaze warm and full of love as he stares at you.

“yeah?” god he doesn’t think he’s ever been more in love with you.

with your gaze on him, his cheeks flush a light red. you stare up at him with a bit of wonder in your eyes and aaron thinks that maybe it’s weird- what he wants to ask.

“how’re you feeling?” his cheeks remain tinged red, but he crosses the room to sit with you.

his head falls into your lap and your hand brushes his hair back. it’s a little overgrown but you think it suits him quite well.

“m’okay. a little sore though,” you hand brushes your breasts and aaron can’t help but track the movement.

you know he’s looking and mask your small smile. “can i help?”

it’s the only way he can put it and he hardly looks in your eyes as he asks.

“how?”

aaron should’ve known you wouldn’t have made it easy on him. he’s not entirely sure what about this, makes him so nervous.

“wanna suck on ‘em.” there’s a sort of demure way that the words leave him, but it’s just enough for you.

“course you can,” his hands are gentle yet diligent in where they tug and twist the material of your slip dress, eager to have his mouth on you.

“thank you.” you nod and watch, rapt and keen as his mouth opens and latches onto your nipple.

you hiss a little but relax when you feel the milk leave you. aaron hums around your nipple and pulls harder. there’s a moan or two that leaves him as he continues to pull milk from you.

“slow down, love.” you stroke his hair, picking back up your book when his pulling turns to soft suckling.

he switches breasts and after, his suckling turns even slower and when you take a peek at him his eyes are closed and there’s a little milk pooling from his lips.

“sleep well bear,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead while you continue reading.

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x black!reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x yn #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner #cw:lactation kink #cw: lactation kink #tittyboy!hotch

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hbojoel · 2 months

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18+ minors DNI! dom!richie jerimovich x sub!reader, established relationship, impact play, face slapping, subspace, crying, pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, pet), richie refers to himself as your old man, titles used are daddy and sir, more foreplay than anything

a late happy birthday to the old man himself who plays the asshole who rots my brain ❤️‍🩹 long live ebon (not proofread so pls let me know if u find any mistakes😭)

Richie's apartment has a balcony.

And thank fuck it does, because he lives in a no-smoking building, and God only knows what would happen if that man didn't have his six cigs a day. A longer life span, certainly. More people with their heads bitten off. He guesses the pros outweigh the cons, no matter how much you try to talk him out of it; he has his vices.

So when you come home and find the apartment seemingly empty, the only light coming from behind the curtain, you know where to find him. He sits on the padded armchair, hunched over in his work clothes, a few buttons of his shirt undone, his hand cupped around the cherry to shelter it from the wind. Something about the crease in his brow or the turn of his lips lets you know it wasn't an easy day. He doesn't look up at the sound of you sliding the door open, or the latch clicking into place. He tenses, minutely, at your hand dropping lightly on his shoulder, your thumb rubbing back and forth to try to ease the tension away.

"Good day?" You ask, letting the sarcasm drip from your voice.

Richie's sardonic laugh turns into a grimace as you circle the chair, kneeling down so you're face to face. "Yeah, shit. I guess you could say that, baby." He raises his arm slowly to tilt your chin upwards with him thumb, soft and slow. "What about you, hm?"

You shake your head and scrunch your face up. "Not important."

You angle your head downwards, catching his thumb in your mouth. Immediately, his posture shifts. His shoulders lift, and, unconsciously, he seems to straighten, puffing his chest out as he rests his half-smoked cigarette on the ashtray. He entertains you for a while, letting you suck and nip and kiss at the skin of his thumb before he withdraws it, smiling cruelly at the whine that found its way past your lips.

He cups your face in both of his hands, encompassing what feels like your whole head, his fingers grazing the curve of your skull. "You wanna help your daddy feel better?"

You don't get a chance to respond because he uses his grip on you to nod your head up and down for you. Like a doll. Like a toy.

Richie smiles. The city skyline reflects back at you in his blue eyes, boring down, searing through your skin and searching your very soul.

You remember through the thick fog of your impeding submission, somehow, to give verbal consent. Your voice is small and weak and sounds far away, even to your own ears, as you say, "Please, daddy."

Richie lets one hand fall down to the back of your neck and you can't even think to hold back your moan of pleasure as he squeezes with just enough pressure, setting stars shooting across your vision just from the feeling, just from the knowledge of what he has proven comes after this.

He inches himself further off the chair, boxing you in with the width of his legs. You shiver, and it's not because of the wind. And he laughs. Because he knows.

"Barely touched you yet, sweetheart," he croons, his thumb gently rubbing the bump of your jaw. "Open."

Like a dog trained, you let your jaw slack and tongue loll out of your mouth, saliva building at the corners of your lips. Richie smooths your hair back in the same moment as he spits into your open mouth.

Your face screws up, tears beginning to cloud your vision, because he hasn't given you any orders yet. You sit there, knees digging into the rug you picked out, trying not to let his spit fall out of your mouth.

Richie watches another few seconds, delighting in the agony on your face as you try not to disappoint him while trying not to make any decisions he hasn't cleared for you. A tear begins its slow descent down your cheek and he takes pity on you, taking your chin in his hand and forcing it closed.

"Swallow," he orders, voice hard and unforgiving.

He looks down at you expectantly, and you once again open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out to show that you behaved.

"Good girl," he says sweetly, and your blood turns into molten lava in your veins. "You doin' okay so far? Your knees hurtin' at all?"

You blink dazedly for a second before you realize he's expecting you to answer. "A little, sir," you breathe, just above a whisper.

Richie considers, for a moment, letting his hand rest on your throat while he does so. "You wanna stay down there for me and get comfortable, or you wanna come up in my lap?"

The options weigh heavy in your mind, but one thing ultimately takes precedence, and that's staying here, where Richie makes you feel small and safe and taken care of.

You nod to yourself. "Down here, please."

Quick as a whip, the palm of Richie's hand makes contact with your cheek and your whole body jolts from the impact. You try to bring your own hand up to ease the sting, but he catches your wrist with ease. "Please what?"

Tears are flowing freely down your face, no doubt ruining whatever mascara still clung to your lashes after a long day. "Please, daddy," you hiccup. "I'm sorry, sir."

"That's okay, sweet thing," he tells you, voice soft as butter as he releases your wrist and cups your cheek in the same hand he slapped you with. "Dumb pets can't be expected to remember rules, can they?"

You shake your head miserably, sniffling even as Richie catches your tears with his thumb.

He shifts slightly and you whine, eyes following his movement intently. He grabs a pillow from the chair next to his, scoots his back, and places it on the floor in front of you. He snaps his fingers and points to the center of it. "Come. Now."

You crawl over obediently, rearranging your legs so they're crossed over one another, giving your knees a break.

"Better?" He asks, picking up his forgotten cigarette with deft fingers.

"Yes, sir," you nod eagerly, staring up at him with glassy eyes. "Thank you."

Richie takes a drag and tilts his head back to blow out the smoke, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement. You lick your lips. "You ready to get yourself off, pretty girl?"

Your head cocks to the side in confusion. Get yourself off? You were supposed to be making him feel better. But he laughs, again, so amused by you and your mind moving as slow as molasses once he gets you here, in the space carved only for the two of you.

"Yeah, you heard me right. I thought it over and decided, watching my baby grind on my boot would really make your old man feel better."

Fuck. Your breath comes out in trembles, but it's lost to you, because you can't hear anything over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears. Immediately you're dizzy, swaying in the air like nothing more than a dandelion in a field.

"Sir?" You ask. Your lips try to form words but you can't articulate them, not through the fog in your mind, not when Richie threw you for this big of a loop.

"What?" Richie asks, a smile playing on his lips. "You think you know better than daddy?"

Immediately, your head shakes so fast your vision gets blurred, and Richie has to take your face in his hands again to stop you from moving so erratically. "Good. That's what I thought."

For a moment the furrow in his brow unfurls, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to the skin between your brows. "Your safeword?"

"Cleaver," you whisper.

Richie nods in approval. "And if you can't speak?"

You will your limbs to listen to your mind, and see rather than know that your hand has found Richie's calf and squeezed once, twice, three times with all the strength you can muster.

"Good girl, sweetheart. Very good." He leans down and catches your lips in a kiss, not letting your tongue go past his lips, pulling away before it got too deep. You try to follow him, your eyes closed in bliss, but the hand on your neck makes you stop.

"You ready to get to work?" Richie's tone is bored and he leans back and lets his arms fall on the rests, but you know better. It makes it even sweeter when he acts disinterested, like he's only doing it because you need it. It burns and it stings but it hurts so good, and you want more more more.

You wrap your arms around his thigh, lift your hips so your clothed clit sits right over the toe of his boot. "Yes, Richie."

And this time when the hit comes, you laugh, dazed by pleasure.

#richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #richie jerimovich x you #richie jerimovich smut #the bear #the bear fx #richie jerimovich x you smut #richie jerimovich x reader smut

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cookie-crumblr · 1 month

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Can I request Ezra with a gf who smokes weed almost 24/7?

HELL YESSSSS. 🍃❤️‍🩹🍃

CW: fem reader, POTHEAD GF READER, reader has a vagina, reader referred to as she/her, names against reader (slut), Weed smoking reader, knife play, bdsm, reader has tits(not described) not proof read. oral on f, permanent body marking, blood, reader has hair (not described, just enough to grab 😚) unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms overstim

Status: DATING!!

POTHEAD F!Reader!🥦✨

You’re passing around a bong, with some of Ezra’s gang, pregaming for a nice, fat, juicy, kush covered blunt with a dab center~ mm!

The big light is on but you had replaced it earlier with a spinning multicolored disco light, the stagnant smoke being danced on by the reds and pinks and blues adds to the fun atmosphere.

You’re already excited, feeling that familiar tickle in your belly, things are a lot funnier now… Ezra’s friends are actually pretty chill when you can actually get to know them.

You’re feeling a little more intimate too…

The door to your shared, currently smoke filled room flies open, “Get the fuck out” Ezra storms in grabbing bodies and tossing them out of the room.

“you better not mean me too.” You cross your arms ready to stand your ground, “i’m already locked in, plannin’ a green out. i wanna be breathin in manual by the end of next round.” you unscrew the lid on the thick glass tube.

“No.” He clicks his tongue, “of course i didn’t mean you.” He says in all seriousness. He’s scoffing as if he’s offended you’d think he’d ever throw you out.

You can’t help but laugh, it’s a belly laugh and it comes out like a dog barking.

*Click* flame sparks in front of you, and you rotate the thick fuzzy blunt and inhale as it starts to burn.

Ezra snatches it from your lips and throws himself onto the bed next to you, bouncing you. He inhales deeply.

He hands it back to you, and you instead take a puff from it while it’s still between his muddy-red bandaged fingers.

“You just wan’ me to burn you, don’t you?”

“You wouldn’t waste such a tasty looking blunt,” You stick your tongue out.

He flicks the still red hot ashes at you.

“Ah! Fuck off!” You jump and shimmy, dusting it back at him.

He chuckles and takes another long drag, then grabs you by the back of the throat, pulls you down in front of him and blows the smoke into your open mouth. “Smoke this. Alll of it. Now.” this time he shoves it into your hand.

You take it from him excitedly, and get to work. Even taking your time though, you cough A LOT. Ezra turns on a song you’ve both been listening to lately. You feel like you can see the beat in the smokey light show around you.

You realize suddenly that your room’s really gonna stink after this session. You get up to open a window but Ezra pulls you into his lap with his arms around your waist. He bites your shoulder hard and you cry out, your back arching in response.

Your body is so hot, and you’re so so wet… You can feel his thick cock pressed up against you. He shoves his hand into your pants and starts ravaging your clit. His other hand roughly bunches up fabric that’s in his way as he trails open mouthed kisses up your neck and covers you in more bites in between.

He pulls his hand out of your pants and digs around in his pocket, fishing out his switchblade.

“You know you love this, slut” the knife *Clinks* as it springs free, He cuts off your top and leaves the shredded fabric all around you. He climbs over you, your hands are up on either side of your spinning, cloud filled head.

His mouth roams hungrily over your body when you feel the cold metal press against your skin, you gasp!

He grabs your throat as his head moves down your body and drags the knife down with him, pressing it flatly into you and it feels like the serrated edges are scratching you, just the tiniest amount of pressure away from actually drawing blood.

He bunches up the fabric of your shorts and puts the blade in facing away from you. as you feel the coolness of the metal lain flat against your lips. It sends a shiver through you, you grab onto his arm in one hand, and a clump of the sheets in your other.

You don’t trust him.

But that’s part of the fun.

What if he does flip the blade around and cut you…?

“you’re soaked already.” He uses the knife to pull the crotch of your shorts away from you, you hear the fabric *riiiiiiiiiiiiip* against the edged blade.

Then the sharp tip of the blade is used to move your panties out of the way, when you feel it jab you, your leg spreads wider to move out of the way. “Ah!”

You close your eyes and feel like you’re a dancing faerie to the music, swaying your hips as you lay there in his grasp.

Your legs end up over his shoulders, and the knife against your hip as he brings his mouth to your center.

He flicks your clit with his tongue, and moves his hand down from your throat to your sensitive chest.

He fully flattens his long tongue against you, moving it in small lurching jumps, everytime has you twitching on him.

And now he’s massaging and smacking your tit. Squeezing it harshly and putting so much delicious pressure onto your poor, overstimulated, bud, before letting go to reel back and *Slap!* “MMf!” You whimper and shake.

Ezra dips the tip of his tongue into you and you both moan out. He pistons it into you, rubbing your clit with his nose and shaking his head into you as he goes. Fierce eyes locked with yours as your breathing becomes so shallow, it hurts after smoking so much! And now you’re super thirsty!

“E-Ezra!”

You come on his tongue with way too many thoughts in your head for his liking.

He flips you over and shoves himself in you up to the hilt. “AH!~” You yell feeling like he’s just bruised your guts! Oh~! it has your shuddering on his cock.

He forces your head down into the mattress, as he starts to punish your quim with his always brutal pace. The sounds of skin slapping against skin is even louder than the music.

He takes the knife in his hand again and trails it down your spine, pressing harder and harder until it breaks your skin. “Ah!!” You wine!

he drags it along slowly, carving something into your flesh, lighting up your senses even more. blood drips down your sides onto the comforter, tickling you as it does.

Too many sensations fill you along with being so fabulously freaking high, the room is spinning the opposite direction of the lights so you close your eyes.

The world you enter here is multicolored and vibrant. And filled to the brim with pleasure.

He picks your head back up by the hair and slaps your ass again, your eyes shoot open, mouth agape with whimpers and mindless moans spilling out.

He keeps ramming into you as he pulls out his phone from his pocket and holds it in front of your face.

You’re too fucked up to do anything but look like a hot mess. You hold up a peace sign as high as you can while still being fucked off kilter.

He gives a good hard thrust, and snaps a picture right at the peak! “MM!”

He throws the phone away in favor of slapping your ass again, on the already hot skin, “Ah!!”

“You take me s’ well, such a good slut” he pulls you closer to him using your hair, and then bites your back so hard you swear your skin is splitting.

In seconds his hips are slapping even harder into you and you feel his dick pulsing inside of you. Your walls squeeze him so perfectly as he shoots cum into you and keeps fucking you through both of your orgasms.

Semen and your own cum spills down your thighs. The slapping becomes even louder and messier, and he keeps fucking.

Nothing is running through your head anymore except the sensations.

He flips you over again, smearing blood from your back all over the comforter. He pulls your legs up over his shoulders and folds you in half. He’s bullying your cervix at this angle! Your guts have never felt better, and you know you’ll be feeling this for at least a week! “MMMFUCK!!”

He cums again. This time his hips sputter and he pulls out to paint your stomach and chest, some even hits your face, you try to catch some in your mouth for him.

“Good slut.” He slaps your ass one last time for good measure, and puts his fingers into you before bringing them to your lips.

You greedily taste both of you on his fingertips.

“Mmm~”

Note from cookie: Hai!! i hope y’all enjoyed!! an woah, dating Ezra as anything other than like innocent fem and he actually isn’t the WORST all of a sudden XD

guess who has mommy issuess~ 🙋🏻‍♀️✨

and so does Ezraaaaaa~

(also guess what he carved into you<3)

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 1 year

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Don't make me beg

February Filth Fest : Day Nine

Song Mingi x fem reader

a/n: *taste by danceracha intensifies* (i know the lyrics are "don't make me bad" but like cmon- it's don't make me beg)

"I'm addicted to you, Momma."

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smut w/o plot

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not edited, oral fixation, zero build up, baby boy mingi cause i just cannot help it, bed humping, overstim, hand holding, very light degradation, big dumb mingi(❤️‍🩹), light nipple play, pet names(baby,honey, baby boy & momma, love), lots of references to Taste

tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

"Baby," you cry out, slapping at his arms which keep your writhing hips in place for him. "Mingi, you have to breathe, Honey! Give us a break, good god!"

You feel him mumble something against your sensitive clit, grabbing his hoodies sleeve and tugging on it as he begins laving his flat tongue over it. "Mingi!" You whine, cunt clenching around nothing as he pushes you towards your second orgasm of the night with nothing but his mouth. "Baby, you have to slow down!"

"Don't wanna stop," he can barely speak up as he keeps his lips on you. "Want you to feel my love."

"I feel it, fucks sake!" You laugh, hand raking though his hair and locking eyes with him as he devours your pussy. "I feel it... I feel i-fuck... wow." The look on his face as his eyes flutter shut has you falling in love all over again. He looks so content. So happy with his face stuffed between your thighs. "Baby, I c- I'm gonna cum."

When your words register in his mushy brain, he reaches up one of his hands up from their death grip on your hips and rests it gently between your ribs. You take it up in both of yours, trapping it tightly as he closes his lips around your bud.

He revels on the way you moan for him as he sucks, opening his eyes to watch as he pushes you over the edge. To watch the face he's become addicted to. The one you make when he throws you into an ecstasy only he can give you.

Your brows screwed up, mouth parted by a whimper of his name, chest rising and falling as waves of pleasure spread through your body. It spurs him on- the way he can feel and taste your release on his tongue.

You have to physically pull him away as your body begins to shake in overstimulation, holding him by his dyed hair as he opens his eyes in confusion as to why he's not tasting you anymore. When he sees your trembling legs, the way you hold his fingers so roughly they loose color, it dawns on him.

"Fuck," he sighs, slowly going to lay his head on your quivering thigh, eyes unable to look away from your soaked pussy. "M'sorry, Momma... can't help myself." He whispers as he licks up the essence of you left on his swollen lips. "Can't help it."

"Starting to think we need a safe word for me," you joke as you pet his head, "c'mere, Baby Boy." You sit up slowly and he scoots up to rest beside you against the headboard.

You grab him the bottle of water from the bedside and open it up for him, giving him a chaste kiss to his forehead before handing it over. "Thank you," he gulps it up greedily, before stopping abruptly. "It's gonna wash you away," he pouts.

"Awe," you coo, "you really love my taste, don't you?"

"Yes," he admits, holding his hand over yours which cradles his flushed face. "I'm addicted to you, Momma."

You narrow the gap between you and capture his lips in a kiss, tasting yourself on him briefly before you pull away and rest your forehead on his. Your breaths collide, sharing oxygen as you both breath deeply. "Drink up, Baby." You tap his cheek gently and turn away to grab your bottle. "Gonna need to stay hydrated if you want to keep this up."

"I can keep going?" He asks, clearly excited as he sits up on his knees and is already moving back down the bed.

"Ah, ah, ah!" You snatch up his hoodie string and stop him in his tracks. "I said drink. Let me have a break, Baby, you made me cum twice in like ten minutes. Did you even realize that?"

He shakes his head and crawls into your hold as you open your arms. He doesn't even realize how needy he's become until his clothed cock meets your wet, warm cunt. He whines as your hands trail under his hoodie and shirt, stripping them off together and setting them down next to you. You lean up and kiss his peck, making him shiver.

You lean back and drink up your water, wrapping your legs around his back with a smirk. "Love, I want to keep going," he pleads, grinding down on you lightly to emphasize his eagerness. "Makes me feel so good when I eat you out... makes me so hard."

"Drink your water," you demand nonchalantly, tossing your empty bottle. "Now, or you won't get anything."He takes it from you the next second, all but chugging it before throwing it to join yours.

He grabs at your ankles behind his back and whines helplessly when you lock them around him. "Momma, please, let me..." You chuckle at him, running you hands up his naked chest, pausing at his nipples to circle them. "Please!"

"So greedy, Honey."

"Please, don't make me beg..."

You hum, pretend to think. "I want... I want you to beg." When he does nothing but look down at you dumbly, you emphasize, "beg for my pussy."

He wails out, "Love, please. I need to feel you on my tongue, I need to taste you, I need it! Please, Momma, please, please, ple-" His voice trails off as his eyes follow your hand to open the beside drawer. You pull out a headband and tug him down by his neck. "Wha..."

You unlock your legs form around him and his body moves before his mind tells it to. "Now that I can see that pretty face, get to work."

He does. He dives in sloppily, licking and kissing your cunt and worshiping you like you are a Goddess. "Thank you, Momma." He leaves a fat kiss to your clit. "Thank you." He licks up with a pointed tongue. "Love it so much." He swirls it around your hole. "Love you so much." His hips grind down on the bed. "Fucking love you." He goes on and on, praising you and your pussy as he eats it up like a man starved, slowly rambling into nonsense.

"Baby," he looks up at the sound of your voice, finding that you have your hands reaches out towards his. He slides them up from your thighs and grabs onto them as he suckles at you. You hold them at either side of your hips, smiling as he squeezes rhythmically. "You're going all dumb, Baby Boy. We can't have that, right?" He shakes his head against you, making you both laugh and moan. "Just look at me, Baby."

He keeps his eyes focused on yours- trying his best to pick up on every little twitch and moan and bite of your lip to keep himself from going crazy. He grinds his hips down on the bed whenever you let out a particularly sweet moan, almost like he's rewarding himself for making you feel good.

When you start to moan out more and more praises to him, he can't help how his eyes shut tightly as his gut tightens, moaning against you: like he's experiencing as much pleasure as you are.

"Mingi, stop," you order. His tongue stills inside you, looking up with doe eyes. "That's enough."

He pulls away with a whine, slowly releasing your hands and crawling up with a pout. "Don't worry, Sweet Boy. There's always more time for that. Right now," you reach between you as he cages you under him. "You're humping the bed like a little whore. You must really love making me feel good, huh? Must love making me cum. So selfless, baby." You slowly rub over his hard bulge, bringing him closer with a leg over his hip. "Let Momma make you feel good? Let me give you a reward?"

He lays down wordless and watches with glazed eyes as you straddle him. You cup his face, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest before you pause at his nipple and leave a kitten lick, laughing at how his hips roll up into you. "So worked up, Honey."

He didn't even notice until you'd taken over, but he's incredibly horny. He was so focused on you, making you feel like a Goddess. He didn't even realize his cock was painfully hard. He was just focused on making you feel like he does when you love on him. He didn't realize how much he loved eating you out. He can't get enough. He wants more. More, and more, until he can't breath. Until he can't remember the taste of anything besides you. That would be his ultimate rewards. "Love... I know what my reward can be."

"What's that, Baby?"

"Sit on my face."

"Jesus, Mingi!"

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saninthebuilding · 1 year

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"my hero"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: after getting out of surgery to fix up your breathing issues, you're stuck in bed as per the doctor's orders. and just because it's over, that doesn't mean all the fear and worry that came with the operation just disappear. luckily, jungkook is there to help you through it all, just as you are for him.

❤️‍🩹 word count: 1k

❤️‍🩹 genre: boyfriend!jungkook au, fluff, surgery comfort

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: mentions of hospitals and doctors, mentions of sleep, mentions of teary eyes which eventually lead to tears, mentions of blood, mentions of surgery, jungkook being adorable, mentions of fear, talk about death but like not explicitly

❤️‍🩹 a/n: lil self-indulgent drabble all for myself (again ik) because haha i'm outta the hospital now. :D ALSO UM JUNGKOOK'S VISUAL AT JENNIE'S CK EVENT OMG I'M LITERALLY CRYING HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO FINE AND SO CUTE AT THE SAME TIME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

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letting out a grunt, i attempt to roll over on my side, but an arm shoots out to keep me in place.

"y/n, you know the doctor said no sudden movements" jungkook says, gently pushing me back into the bed.

"but i wanna look at you" i whine, turning my head to the right as i try to meet his gaze.

he lets out a sigh, exasperated by my antics.

it's been 15 minutes of this. each time i would try to face him, and each time he would remind me of the doctor's orders.

"ok ok, come here" jungkook whispers as he inches closer to me.

gripping my shoulders with his arms, he gently guides me into a sitting position, before practically lifting me up and placing me in his lap.

"jungkook!" i yelp, startled as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind, "that was a very sudden movement!"

"no!" he protests, giggling, "i was very careful! and plus, i got tired of not being able to hold you."

smiling to myself, i lean back into his chest, letting his solid form support me.

it had been 24 hours since i'd gotten out of surgery, and the entire time i had been stuck in bed. it was horrible. i hadn't been able to do anything other than sleep or eat, and the bleeding was a whole other problem.

since they'd operated on me to fix my breathing issues, they'd cut whatever was causing my nasal congestion out, which meant blood. a lot of blood.

i could only imagine how many trees had been needed to make all the tissues i'd used up.

"i was so scared, you know?" jungkook says as he rests his chin on my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck. "the doctor had told us how he was a professional and whatnot, but i couldn't help feeling worried about all the risks he'd mentioned. when you went in, i was terrified. i thought..."

he swallows, the words seemingly caught in his throat, and i feel his chest rise and fall against my spine.

"i thought that would be the last time i see you."

"oh jungkook" i whispered softly, heart melting at his concern for me.

sitting up, i slowly move to face him, and his hands are instantly on my hips, helping me turn around. when i'm finally settled, i wrap my arms around his neck and lean down so we're face to face.

"look at me" i whisper, using a hand to gently cup his chin, "jungkook i'm right here. i'm okay. nothing's going to happen to me. it's over."

his eyes are shiny, and he's biting his lower lip, but he looks at me with bright, wide eyes. his hands run up and down my sides as if to convince himself i'm truly okay.

i press a soft kiss to his forehead, before smiling at him.

"if you were this worried about me, i think my worry was nothing."

he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"of course not, i saw how scared you were. plus, i was only watching you go in. you were the one getting operated on. that must have been really stressful."

i nod, remembering how panicked i was when i walked into the operation room.

"yea, i was. it felt too bright and too loud, as if i was gonna pass out. i wish you could have come in with me, because although all the doctors introduced themselves to try and make me comfortable, it was still scary. i missed you in there."

"oh, y/n" jungkook breathes as he hugs me closer, "look at you, you're alright."

feeling tears start to fill my eyes as i finally let go of all the emotions that had built up since yesterday, i let jungkook pull me into his chest, a sob slipping past my lips.

"i was so scared jungkook" i whisper, voice shaking, "i thought something would go wrong and then i'd never see you again."

"shhh, it's okay" he rubs a hand along my back, easing the tension in my muscles and encouraging me to collapse against him.

"you're my brave girl. so strong. you're my hero, y/n."

i let out a watery giggle, sniffling slowly so i don't further irritate my nose.

"you think so?" i ask as i pull back to look him in the eyes.

jungkook reaches up to cup my cheeks in his hands, legs folding under me so i'm firmly planted in his lap.

"i know so" he smiles, his own eyes glistening again as he pulls me down and kisses me gently.

"now come on, enough of that" jungkook tutts, wiping my tears with his thumbs, "get some rest."

he helps me lie back down on the pillows he'd propped up for me, before adjusting the covers around my shoulders.

"are you okay?" he asks, tracing my cheekbone with his thumb.

i nod, leaning into his touch, before turning to press a kiss to his palm.

"perfect" i croak out, before laughing at my own voice.

jungkook's gaze is soft as he watches me, before he shimmys down the matress and rests his head on my stomach.

i raise my eyebrows, confused.

"so you can see me" he teases, sticking his tongue out at me.

i laugh, letting a hand rest on his head, gently playing with his hair.

"thank you jungkook," i smile, "i don't know what i would do without you."

"i love you y/n," jungkook smiles softly, grabbing the hand that i had placed in his hair and kissing the inside of my wrist gently. "and i'll always be here for you. with you. promise."

my smile grows, until i'm giggling like a little kid. he laughs along with me, bunny teeth peeking out from behind his pink lips.

"oh jungkook, i love you so much."

"shhhhh go to sleep" he giggles, and i roll my eyes, smiling, before leaning back into my pillow and closing my eyes.

the kiss he presses to my stomach tells me he loves me just the same.

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

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toshidou · 1 year

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Im not saying the guy in this video looks a little like price but I am absolutely saying that and can you imagine doing this to him after a stressful mission :((( just taking care of him n making him feel good ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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I think I just passed out what the fuck

Explicit // 18+ ONLY, handjobs, me being an absolute shambles for price what's new

I can absolutely imagine him like that, nestled against your chest as you lazily jack him off, fingers unable to meet around the thick of his shaft. Soft lips dragging across his temple as he shakily exhales, eyes screwed shut as you pump the day's exhaustion out through his cock.

He'd sound so breathy, deep groans mixing with the slick sounds of your hand as it strokes his reddened length, veins protruding as you twist your grip at the head, careful not to tip him over the edge of release.

His hands would be clenching into tight fists repeatedly, bicep muscles straining where he tries to keep himself restrained, locked in an internal battle of taking over, and letting you have the power; a rarity he doesn't let himself indulge in as much as he obviously should.

"That feel good, handsome?" You'd mumble against his dewy skin, your gaze locked on the way his cock twitches in your grip, drinking in the sight of him pliant and needy in your lap with near insatiable eyes.

He'd barely be able to form a coherent response, just a rough nod of his head, a baritone moan escaping from barely lucid lips as he hurtles ever closer to his climax. He might be force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, but in your arms, he's reduced to nothing more than a writhing wreck, skin flushed red, hips canting up to meet every slick pump of your hand against his straining cock.

He needed this, needed you to take care of him, to stroke every morsel of lingering stress from his body in a way only you can.

"Wanna cum, John?" The question articulated with a squeeze at his base, fingers reaching down to momentarily cup his balls, massaging them in a way that has your name ripped from his throat in a low groan.

"Fuckin' course I do, love, shit—"

His heart rate would skyrocket, able to feel the way it kicks up from where your other hand is pressed to his chest, your arm wrapped around his neck, keeping him pinned to your body.

"You've done so well, baby, coming back to me again, letting me take care you, my big bear." The last words are whispered into his ear, punctuated by your teeth gently biting the lobe, feeling as much as hearing his responding growled curses, echoing against the walls of your living room.

You would know he's close when one of his hands darts up to grip yours at his chest, thick fingers engulfing yours, holding onto you as though he needed grounding, like he was scared of floating off into the abyss. His gaze wouldn't once waver from where you fist his length, too absorbed in how big he looks with your hands wrapped around him; more adjusted to seeing his own larger fingers gripped around his hardened cock, rather than the dainty hold you have on him. It's enough to drive him to nothing short of insanity.

It only takes a few more pumps before he's tipping his head back as far as your grip will allow, eyes scrunched closed as spurts of white cover his chest, dripping down onto your fingers, using his cum as lube to continue fucking him through his release. It'd take all the power within you to stop. Especially as you watch his release settle against the hairs on his chest and abdomen, along with the rapid twitches of his cock, his panted moans prove that he's teetering on the edge of overstimulation. You'd give his cock a few more tugs, for your own satisfaction more than his, before you'd finally let go, dragging your cum soaked fingers up his marked chest and whispering sweet nothings against the side of his head, pressing doting kisses against reddened cheeks.

You'd stay like that for an indistinguishable amount of time, minutes bleeding into each other as you hold him close and wait for his heart to finally even out into the slow, steady, sure pace you've come to associate with your John.

"You're so good to me," He'd mumble, lips brushing yours, before nimbly turning over in your grasp, strong hands securing themselves under your knees and pushing until they meet the resistance of your torso, azure eyes locked on the damp spot against your panties, "Now it's my turn to take care of you."

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lilminchii · 1 year

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Let it all out, Jack Harlow

“Jack, guess what I just found- Jack?” Y/n entered the room seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, his back shaking. “Jack, what's wrong?” Y/n whispered, kneeling beside him, softly placing her hand on his knee. He shook his head, his curls moving around messily. “Okay, it’s okay, you don't have to talk about it if you don’t wanna.” She reassured as he moved his hand, running his hand through his curls, revealing his teary red eyes. She frowned, reaching out to cup his face, her thumb wiping the tears that escaped his eyes. He leaned into her touch, fluttering his eyes shut. He let out a shaky breath before reopening his eyes. He sniffled as she got up, and straddled his lap. He was quick to bury his head in the crook of her neck, breaking down in her arms again. She placed a gentle kiss on the side of his head, comfortingly rubbing his back. He let out muffled sobs, tightly holding onto her as she moved her hand to stroke his hair. “Let it all out, my love,” she whispered as he struggled to breathe, gripping her t-shirt. He let out a gasp trying to catch his breath, pulling away from her slightly, dropping his head to avoid eye contact, as she pushed his hair back from his flushed face.

Once he finally caught his breath, he opened his mouth trying to find the words to explain but failed to as he shut his mouth again. “You don't have to explain, it’s alright.” She placed her hand softly on his warm cheek as he nodded thankfully. “We can go to sleep if you wanna, it’s already 11:40.” She spoke as he nodded. He slipped his t-shirt off, before laying down on the bed, as she laid next to him. “I’m hot,” he mumbled, seeing her stare at him. “Yeah, you are.” She nodded, her lips parted slightly, as he let out a tired laugh and brought her closer to him while looking for the AC remote. He turned on the AC before throwing a blanket over both of them. “Thank you for being here, sweetheart.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Of course,” she smiled, leaning her cheek against his bare chest.

A lil comfort❤️‍🩹

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jukipptx · 8 months

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i am absolutly obssesed w ur style could u write smth w chenle and him being kind of shy ish clingy to his gf but not really?? like hand on thigh the hand on the waist (he would love making out just a thought) and like always having u close 😋❤️‍🩹

omg thank you so much bby 😭😭😭 here you go 😘😘😘 hope you like it 😘😘😘 Chenle is so shy, you bother him about it and suddenly he’s not so shy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 I’m so delulu now

chenle is so shy that he can’t even hold your hand when you’re both alone. he plays it off by being cocky and “hard to get”, but his act is not working for you. he hates when people think that he’s shy, but he for sure is. he’s not the shyest person you’ve met, but he definitely gets red at least 4-5 times a day. when he’s around his friends he acts all proud and loud and even has his arm around your waist, but it’s just pretend 🙄🙄🙄

“oh my, why do you wanna kiss me so much?” he said as he tried to get off from your hold. he even rolled his eyes, but you could tell by his red ears hiding behind his hair that he was just trying to get off because he was feeling flustered and shy 😫😫😫

you were both sitting on the couch, he was on his phone watching a basketball game???? but you were trying to get his attention, so you took him harshly by his chin omg 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and kissed him. you ignored his attempts and held onto him for dear life.

“stop!!!!” he mumbled in between kisses. it was barely comprehensible because you wouldn’t separate your lips from his and your hands from his face 😁😁😁

you finally let his lips go, but not his face. “no, you stop!!! stop avoiding me, chenle!!!” he tried to move his head elsewhere, cheeks getting red, you thought that maybe you could make him cry, but you didn’t let him move. “don’t you want to kiss me?” his eyes closed hard and then he exploded.

“i do!!!! i’m just too shy, okay???!!!! i’m so so so shy because you’re so so so pretty and i’m just a guy and i’m shy, okay???!!! also you smell so good and it drives me crazy and i get all red and turned on and i can’t take it anymore!!!! so stop it!!! stop kissing me because i won’t be able to stay still anymore!!!!” he… said????

ok chenle??????? you just let go of his face and sat back down properly next to him. eyes blank and you started blushing a little bit ngl

“you know what?” he said. now you were the one blushing and you even felt scared??? not in a he’s gonna kill me way, but in a he’s gonna kill me way.

“i’m sorry, baby.” you said shutting your eyes tightly.

“no you’re not and don’t baby me. you know what?” he said in a cocky tone, like the one he fakes all the time, but it seemed like this time it was real.

the only thing you could hear was him locking his phone before feeling yourself being pulled by your ankles and sat on his lap. you gasped at the sudden action, and was surprised once again by the sudden grab from the back of your neck and the aggressive mouth eating that happened after 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he was serious when he said he wasn’t going to be able to stay still anymore, because he didn’t omg chenle 😫😫😫😫😫

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meetmymouth · 2 years

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What about some fluff dad!harry with a little bub?🥺 (just me missing teddy and Harry❤️‍🩹)

i tried my best i hope u likey likey i love u don't forget to check my patreon if you wanna see and read more thea <3

Mind the head.

Support his head and back, Harry.

These were the things he'd been hearing all week at the hospital since Love's birth.

Harry didn't mind the crowd of his and your family, but he was so happy you were going home with the just three of you tonight. He got ready, took a shower, and got to the hospital for the check out. You were already in bed, sitting down with Love in your arms as you watched her feed with a tiny baby bottle. The smile on your face was contagious.

You look up, noticing someone standing at the door, and the smile gets bigger. "Daddy's here," you coo at the baby, watching Harry come closer.

He sits beside you, and reaches for the baby, stroking her cheek with a gentle manner as she fed.

"How are you?" He places a kiss on your temple, making you hum.

"I'm good– ready to go home if I'm honest."

"Well, let's, then."

When you arrive home, everything is in place, and you tell him to remind you to call his and your mother tomorrow to thank them for coming over and both feeding your fish and tiding around. Harry helps you sit on the spacious sofa, a blanket over your knees as you watch him grab Love from her car seat. He's gentle– too gentle that it makes your heart soar with happiness.

"She's really cute, huh," Harry chuckles, kissing the baby's little nose.

"She really is."

"And she's all ours."

"She is, babe."

Harry looks at you, and the look in his eyes softens, as if it were possible. "I'm so lucky."

"I am lucky as well, you're amazing, H."

"I just–" he sniffs, hugging the baby closer into his body. Love lets out a quiet coo, but settles in. "–I can't believe how much I love her when I've only met her a few days ago," his voice is low, like he's afraid to wake her up.

You smile, and try to get up. Instead, he comes over, and sits beside you.

"I know," you nod, biting your bottom lip. You watch Love for a moment, just like Harry. "She looks like you."

"She does?" He looks up, a wonderful gleam in his eyes. "You sure?"

"I am. She's all you."

"Babe, you're lying to make me feel good."

"I'm not!" You wave your hands around. "She even has a dimple."

"I can't see it."

You pat him on the shoulder. "I can, I'm a mother."

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headkiss · 2 years

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Hello! I love your fics <3 I’m someone that suffers from constant headaches, of varying degree a bunch. When I’m out in public, the best thing I’ve found to relieve some pain is to lay my head on something (my arms, a jacket, someone’s shoulder) with my eyes closed so that light doesn’t make it worse. So can we have a lil hurt/comfort fluffy Steve noticing the reader having a headache cause the kids are being a lil too rowdy or something and helping them out

hi lovely!!!! thank you for the request <33 i also am very prone to headaches so i really enjoyed writing this and getting some comfort from our beloved steve ❤️‍🩹

Headaches were not fun. But, you were used to it. You got them when things were loud, overwhelming. Steve knew it, and he tried to take care of you every time. He wished he could just take the pain from you, give it to himself so you didn’t have to deal with it.

That wasn’t possible, though.

You loved the kids, really, you did. They were sweet, goofy, and such good people. Even after everything you’d all been through, they stayed good the best they could. They stuck together.

Today, you were all hanging out around Steve’s pool. Cannon balls and popsicles melting leaving drops behind on the pavement. It was hot and it was the relief of summer. A fresh start after everything.

You were having fun, despite the loud volume and the business of the day. It was a recipe for one of your headaches, and you knew that.

Steve knew it too, and he was keeping a close eye on you. Searching for pain on your face or a hand rubbing at your forehead. He asked you time and time again if you would be okay today, if you were sure everyone coming over wouldn’t be too much.

You were sitting on one of the lounge chairs, watching your friends swim around with a fond smile. Steve got out of the pool, beads of water dripping off of tanned skin and a hand pushing his hair out of his face.

He walked over to where you were sitting, leaning in with his hands on either side of you and planting a kiss on your lips. One, two, three soft pecks before he pulled away and sat down in the chair next to yours. Not before pushing it over so it was directly against where you sat.

“You guys are so gross!” Dustin loved to tease the two of you, but you could all tell he actually really liked seeing both of you happy. He looked at you and Steve like older siblings, mentors.

“Love you too, Dusty!” You yelled back at him, causing him to groan at the nickname. The kids laughed at the antics, adding on with impressions of you and Steve and it was great. It was light and fun and exactly what you all needed.

Until, it wasn’t.

You had hoped today would be a lucky day, headache free. You felt it hit after a game of marco polo started. The constant yelling and chatter mixed with the heat was getting to you.

You grabbed your water bottle that sat on the ground next to you and took a couple big gulps, trying to stay hydrated the best you could.

Steve tilted his head over so he could look at you, hand reaching for yours and holding it softly.

“You okay, pretty?”

“Mhm. Heads starting to hurt a bit.”

“Do you need anything? Ice or something?”

“No, no. I’ll be fine, Stevie.”

“You don’t have to pretend. You can tell me.”

It wasn’t like you were ashamed, you just hated needing to be doted on so often. As much as you loved the attention and the sweetness of Steve, it just sucked.

Steve hated seeing you in any amount of pain, big or small. He always wanted to be there for you through it, though. That’s what he was doing right now. His thumb trailing back and forth over your knuckles and his focus solely on you.

You turned to look at him, too. Eyes locking and small smiles shared.

“It hurts, but it’s been worse.”

“Okay, that’s good. Wanna lay with me?”

“Won’t you overheat?”

“I’ll risk getting mild heat exhaustion for you, pretty.”

“How romantic.”

“C’mon.”

He scooched closer to you, wiggling his shoulder so you knew it was okay to lay your head there. He knew it’s what helped you, that being able to just lean on him and shut your eyes was the best medicine. Steve couldn’t deny that it made him feel good, being the one you turned to.

You scooched over, too. Keeping your hands intertwined and laying your head down on his shoulder, closing your eyes to try and relax the best you could.

Steve reached over with his free hand, brushing your hair off your forehead and planting a small kiss there. Healing you with his touch, it seemed. He could almost feel you melt into him, body relaxing and tension escaping. You were so cute and pretty and he never wanted you to be in pain.

“Love you, pretty girl.”

“I love you, Stevie. Thank you for this.”

“You know I love being your pillow.”

You giggled at his little comment. Then, you breathed him in, one deep inhale and exhale. It was nice, you thought. Nice to be here with your favorite people and getting some relief with your love next to you.

Somehow, you even fell asleep there. Letting Steve’s presence and comfort lull you into a nap. It was a perfect day, even with the little obstacle of a headache.

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Yeonjun worshipping your pussy

thirst drabbles (2/∞)

fandom » txt

pairing » yeonjun x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni)

genre » smut, established relationship

word count » ~ 600

warnings » profanity, ddlg themes (daddy kink), begging, oral (f!receiving), spitting, use of pet names, dirty talking, fingering, pussy slapping (?), mention of junnie’s fat cawk 😔, mild degradation, lmk if I missed anything!

The downright sinful noise of his mouth attached to your cunt rings in your ears, body flushed and sensitive to his touches. Yeonjun’s eyes are fixed on your every little movement. He takes great notice of how you grip on the bedsheets desperately, your thighs trembling under his iron grip.

“Daddy, more! Please…” You whimper out loud, writhing beneath his adept tongue which presses firmly on your swollen nub.

“Yeah?” Yeonjun hums, seemingly amused by your actions. “You wanna come all over daddy’s face like a dirty little girl, hm? Want me to suck your pretty pussy until you can’t take it anymore?”

You shudder, more wetness gathering between your legs. “Aah– yes, yes daddy!” Your voice comes out broken as you feel him rubbing his spit along your already drenched folds. Yeonjun smirks.

“Then you’ll have to beg prettier than that babygirl. Tell me how bad you need it.”

Whining, you take a deep breath to steady your blazing heart. Why is he always like this?

“Please. I— I can’t— angh!”

A rough slap of his calloused hand lands right on your cunt. The overwhelming sting causes your eyes to waver. Yeonjun growls, his lips briefly sucking onto your labia before pulling out with a loud ‘pop’.

“You know you can do better than that, don’t you, kitten?”

“Da–daddy, I beg you, please… please eat my pussy. I– I can’t! Need you in me.” You manage to babble, too needy to talk properly.

“Shh, I know you’re so desperate to get my fat cock in your cute little hole, but I need to prepare you first.” Yeonjun drops a lingering kiss on your mound, his nose burying in your folds to inhale your scent.

Your whine turns into a high-pitched moan, his tongue flattening against your core and licking a long stripe along it. He suckles on the velvety flesh of your pussy, fingers digging into your thighs to keep you in place.

“Fu—fuck! Daddy!” You groan as Yeonjun teases your entrance, delving into you once and pulling out with a satisfied hum. Another small slap finds your clit, his long fingers rubbing the sensitive nub with fervor.

“Baby likes it when I play with her pussy, huh? Look at you, making a mess and I’ve only just started.” He redoubles his efforts and returns to lap at you like a starved man. Your hips buck up, eager to find any type of friction.

Yeonjun grunts, his right arm wrapping around your waist while the other hand cups your cunt. “So impatient,” he mumbles, working your entrance with his index finger before sliding it in.

“Yes! God, yes.” You sigh happily, immediately clenching around his finger. A growl escapes his lips, causing the vibration reverberates against your pussy.

“Such a filthy babygirl I have.” Yeonjun hisses. He pushes your thighs further apart, mouth passionately sucking on your clit as he adds another finger to stretch you out properly.

“Oh— sh–shiiiit.” His fingers curl inside your hot, sopping core, effectively hitting the spot that makes your limbs jelly. You close your eyes shut. It feels too good. You’re not going to last much longer.

Yeonjun can feel his blood rushing to south, making his cock throb in the confines of his boxers. The way your needy pussy tries to suck him in, manages to tug on the last shreds of restraint he has.

“Daddy’s gonna ruin you today, angel. Gonna split you open and make you my cum dump. How does that sound?”

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idkyouyet23 · 6 days

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‘On My Mind’

~ a LITG Max fanfic ~

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Chapter Four - Boy Of My Dreams

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌:

I’m loving writing this little fanfic so far and I’m hoping that you guys are enjoying it as much as I am making it,

I decided to not write smut at the end as writing it makes me cringe as I’m not very good at it but it’s implied,

Thank you for reading and for the kudos,

I love you all so much 🫂❤️‍🩹

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts & feedback in the comments!!!

~Jess

you can read below or on AO3, whatever you like :)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

The next morning, just as Max and I are finishing our smoothies that we made together, the text comes in about the Mr & Mrs challenge.

𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸,

‘We know a lot about each other considering that we’ve only known each other 2 days Jazzy’, Max reassures

‘Yeah I agree, I’m confident that we’ll do well in this’

‘I’m glad that you’re confident about us’

‘Of course I am, I’m very confident about us’

I lean in just as Max does the same,

I hold his face as I press our lips together,

we smile into the sweet kiss and the two of us pull away after hearing a cough

‘Sorry to interrupt but the challenge is about to start!’

Claudia announces and with that,

we run off to the challenge

‘Where were you two?’, Bea inquires but before either of us could answer,

Claudia says

‘They were kissing in the kitchen!’

‘Aww isn’t that sweet’, Bea beams as Liam chimes in

‘Not as cute as you Bea’

The challenge goes smoothly until Emel wins the challenge, a text pings from her phone

‘Ooh I can pick anyone here to take on a date’

I notice Kyle’s eyes light up but Emel is giving a flirty look towards Max

𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦?

‘Who are you going to pick Emel?’

Bea asks her and Emel glances in my direction

‘I’m gonna pick Max!’

Kyle frowns and Max shifts uncomfortably

𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦

‘Max, I’ll give you a date that you’ll never forget’, Emel winks at him as she leaves to go get ready,

Max wanders over to me

‘Can I pull you for a quick chat Jazzy?’

‘Yeah sure’

Max leads us over to the swing seat

‘I just want you to know that my head is fully with you Jazzy, Emel can try but she’s not you’

I can’t help but smile at him.

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

‘I’m so glad ‘cause my head is with you too’

‘You have no idea how happy I am to hear that!’

Max smiles fondly at me but then he sighs

‘I better go get ready, we’ll talk later gorgeous’

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴?!,

he truly does know how to make my heart melt

After getting ready for the evening,

Kyle and I decide to have a chat about the date

‘So you seemed upset when Emel didn’t pick you for the date’

Kyle nods

‘Yeah I was gutted, still am to be honest.

How are you feeling?’

‘Max told me that his head is fully with me so I’m trying to not worry too much but I still am a bit worried’

‘Max is a great guy, from what he’s been saying he really likes you Jazzy so I wouldn’t be worried if I was you’

I feel relief after hearing that

𝘚𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!

After Emel and Max’s date,

he asks to talk to me at the terrace

‘To be completely honest, I didn’t enjoy the date, it was very awkward’

‘I could sense the awkwardness between you two when you came back’

‘I honestly just wanna forget about that date and focus on us’, Max glances at me

‘Yeah let’s do that!’

You were the only person who was on my mind during that date, also can I just say that you’re looking absolutely breathtaking this evening Jazzy’

‘Aww thanks! You’re the sweetest and honestly you’re looking so fine right now’

‘Really?’

‘You definitely do! I can’t resist you’

I blurt out and Max smirks,

the two of us share a few passionate kisses

‘To be honest I can’t resist you either’

Max winks at me

‘Ooh is that right?’ I tease

‘Yeah that’s right’

I begin to play with the waistband of his jeans, I stare at Max who has a massive grin on his face

‘You’re a total worldie! You know that?’

‘I suppose I must be, now can I have you Max?’ I ask once again staring at him

‘You better believe it baby and you can definitely have me’

And with that, clothes are flung around the terrance immediately,

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴.

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