boyfriend!Konig who can't help but sob and whimper under your teasing touch as you suck him off. He can't be too loud though, wouldn't want to be caught by his teammates.

"Stay still König.."

Your voice was full of authority as Konig's knees buckled beneath him as he stood, leaned against the door of his quarters. He couldn't help it. Your mouth felt amazing. So warm around his cock.

Your hands gripped his thighs, trying to keep his hips from bucking, shoving his cock further down your throat. You would be lying if you said he wasn't bigger than expected. It was a struggle trying to get half of it in your mouth without gagging.

"mein liebling— fuck.." his voice is strained as he covers his mouth with his hand under his mouth, small sniffles are audible as his cock twitches in your mouth. Was he crying?

He was helplessly writhing with pleasure as you continued to suck him off, his groans and whimper getting louder and louder. He could describe this feeling as pure ecstasy..

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boyfriend!Konig who cant keep his hands to himself after a long day away from you. He kisses and touched and loves every bit of you to death.

There you were, trying to finish up the dishes, an apron tied around your waist and your hair tied back out of your face. This would be so much easier and quicker if you didn't have a 6'10 koala attached to your back.

"König..let go babe, I can't clean the kitchen like this!" You'd whine, but your pleas do nothing to budge the man. His face is buried in your neck, kissing and nibbling on the exposed skin. His hands rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your waist.

" 'm missed ya-" he whispers, his hands slowly sliding under your shirt, running up your stomach, his fingertip tickling your skin, goosebumps filling your tummy. As if his hands are magnets they connect with your breasts in no time, squeezing them together as he watches over your shoulder.

" 've gotten an idea. you should clean this kitchen naked, nothing but this little apron on— how bout it?"

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boyfriend!Konig who surprises you with a late date night, telling ya to dress up all pretty for this was a very fancy restaurant. But you don't like how the dress he got you looks, so he cancels the reservation just to worship every single piece of you.

"Keep yer eyes on the mirror liebling—" His voice is commanding and sultry as he grabs your chin from behind, forcing your eyes back on the mirror. You stood practically naked in front of the mirror, nothing but your panties covering your womanhood. König on the other hand was still completely dressed, his suit hugging his muscles a little too well, his hair slicked back out of his face, his handsome frame towering over you from behind.

"now, i want you ta know this..your too fuckin gorgeous to be feeling this way about yerself—" his voice is almost angry as he grips your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin, almost hard enough to leave marks.

He leaves kisses up and down your neck, until he reaches your ear where he whispers, "Now 'm gonna fuck ya in front of this mirror and show you how beautiful ya really can be..—"

a/n: thank u guys so so much for 600+ followers! i love all of ya sm!! im running out of fic/headcannon ideas though, so feel free to submit a request <33 much love honeys !

🗒️ 、KISS IT BETTER BABY

playboy! jake x fem reader 762 words warning kissing genre fluff mikaela’s note this and intentions are literally the same because i love playboys

“You act as if you’re obsessed with me, Jake,” you point out, eyes playfully rolling back at him, the absolute bane of your parent’s existence, your boyfriend.

The dim lighting of the empty corridor only does justice to Jake Sim as he glows, hair slicked back in his all black suit that made him look like Lucifer himself. And it’s utterly ironic, how he tempts you like a sinner then treats you like an angel.

“I am though,” he grins, not a single hint of embarrassment evident in his voice, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night screaming your name.” It’s a whisper, yet it’s loud as his words resonate in your chest, sending chills down your spine.

He bends down, your back plastered against the cool marble wall of the fancy hotel that you should know the name of, yet everything is fuzzy as you come face to face with Jake. His effect on you is everlasting, just like it was when you first met him.

Out of the many rules imposed on you, one was written in bold, highlighted in fluorescent, and drilled into your mind — never ever befriend or even talk to a Sim. They’re rude and manipulative, taking every single opportunity to drain you dry for their own gains.

But you couldn’t help your weak heart, especially not when a boy like Jake Sim stood in front of you, face sculpted like a Greek god as he adored you as if you were the one that was otherworldly.

And so it started — climbing through windows unethically when the sky was a stroke of midnight blue, lies and lies that you were feeling unwell just to get pulled into an empty room to meet Jake. It was bad, very wrong, yet not a single tinge of guilt could be found in you.

“Not here,” you mutter, palms placed flat against his muscular chest. “Someone might be watching.”

He groans, “whatever, baby, let them watch.” His eyes are etched on your lips, tongue darting out swiftly before he bends down once again, “wanna show you off for once.”

Your lips are smooth, falling open at the brush of his tongue, welcoming him as his ring clad fingers grasp your hips. It’s heaven on earth, and Jake wishes that he could have you by his side every second of the day, that he could have the only privilege he had ever wanted amidst all in his life — to kiss you whenever he wanted to.

Jake doesn’t know how it happened, maybe it was curiosity or just the pure fact that you were labelled as forbidden that made the thought of you more appealing, more intoxicating, more fun. And he never expected it to be anything more than a game, but here he was, confessing that you were all he could ever think about, dream about.

“Jake,” you whine, pushing him away with great effort before glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Jake thinks he might go insane just looking at you, swollen lips and pretty face as you stare at him in slight disappointment — but how could he ever control the urge to kiss his pretty girl.

“Jake?” He cocks his head to the side, lips slightly downturned as he laments, “we’re alone right now and you’re calling me Jake? You wound me.” He holds back a cocky smirk at the way your eyes dim at the sight of his facade.

“You can always kiss it better, baby.” The playful smirk that he’s unable to hold back now showcased on his face, and it’s times like this that you find yourself cursing Jake Sim and his godly charm. He’s playing with you, and it’s painfully obvious, and you can’t seem to do anything but stare with burning red ears and cheeks.

“C’mon baby, don’t be shy, I’m all yours.” You can feel his hot breath hitting your lips, fingers caressing your waist as he pulls you closer and gives you nothing but teasing glances as he waits for you to initiate the kiss.

“We’re not supposed to do this,” you murmur, yet your actions oppose your words as you close the gap between his lips and yours, pure ecstasy as he smiles into the kiss.

Again and again, as Jake Sim pressed soft kisses on your lips, under the dim lighting of the hallway, just a few metres away from your parents. But he thinks it doesn’t matter what the consequences might be, he’d be fine as long as you were there to kiss it better.

© SJYUNS

rockstar!eddie keeping your photo taped to the back of his guitar. some pictures are sweet, like you making a heart with your hands or him kissing your cheek.

but most are not so innocent. you sticking your tongue to reveal a puddle of his cum. a close-up of your lips sucking on his thumb. his name written in your lipstick across your tits. even a sneaky one he took when you were riding him reverse cowgirl.

and without meaning to, those photos become a sort of litmus test for corroded coffin fans to brag about how close they were to the stage.

"i was close, i could see the pic. it's eddie doing a body shot. trust me i was right there!"

"no way, dude. i was at the vegas show. it's some chick in a hottub."

JJK Men When They Catch You Masturbating

♡ NSFW, fem reader, pet names ♡

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami, Choso, Ijichi, Naoya, Sukuna, Hakari, Higuruma, Ino

note: just something small, trying to get into writing for jjk

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"Aww, you getting off without me princess?"

GOJO, CHOSO, SUKUNA, HAKARI, INO

"I don't think I gave you permission to touch yourself pretty girl. You know I'm gonna have to punish you, right?"

TOJI, NAOYA, GOJO, SUKUNA

"If you were feeling horny you could've just told me, don't ever think I'm too busy to satisfy you darling ♡"

GETO, CHOSO, NANAMI, IJICHI, TOJI, HIGURUMA, INO

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Taglist

@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @happy-trenchcoated-impala @giugiette @katkitkats

little girl: are you a prince?

xie lian: yes, i am

little girl: please don't marry mu qing

xie lian: //////eh????

little girl: mum says that mu qing is so pretty someone from the palace is going to take him soon and he promised me he'll marry me when i grow up :(

feng xin: hahaha imagine wanting to marry mu qing hahahhahaha

feng xin 800 years later: ... well

Soap, stone-cold sober: From now on, we’ll be using code names. You can address me as “Eagle One”.

Soap: Gaz, code name “Been there, done that”.

Ghost: What the fuck. (He had no idea his boyfriend and his best friend had slept together until then. Everyone else somehow knew though.)

Gaz, sweating: It was before—

Soap, ignoring the turmoil: Ghost is “Currently doing that”.

Soap: Alerudy, code name “It happened once in a dream”.

Alejandro: Doesn’t have to be a dream, amigo.

Ghost, again: What the fuck. (Did everyone want to get into Soap’s pants? (The answer is yes.))

Rudy, the peacemaker: The invitation includes you too, of course.

Soap, moderately distracted now: Price, code name “If I had to pick a dilf”.

Price, the only man in the room who wants nothing to do with Soap’s bed: …

Soap, because he respects the wives: Laswell is “Eagle Two”.

Laswell: Oh thank God.

Pov: ur girlfriend who can easily throw you over her shoulder in a fight has social anxiety

: ̗̀➛ schlatt x pregnant!reader hcs

‗ ❍ schlatt was scared. at first, anyways. it definitely took him more then a few hours for it to fully sink in that he was a father. so many thoughts raced through his head like a nascar racetrack that it was hard for him to even focus on anything else other then you and your guys’ kid.

‗ ❍ he would outright REFUSE for you to do anything that required even a bit of strength. would gently sit you back down on the couch or chair or wherever there was somewhere you could sit because now he’s worried you’re gonna shatter like a glass chandelier.

“no, no, sit back down. you need to rest, it’ll be good for the baby.”

“jay, the box is basically empty.”

“your point?”

‗ ❍ practically attached to your hip at this point. wherever you go, he is quite literally right behind you. he refuses to let you out of his sight for even a moment. he’s even more whipped for you then he was before and now that you were going to be having his kid, he was terrified of you getting hurt.

“jonathan, why are all the tables baby-proofed? it hasn’t even been two months yet, the baby hasn’t even arrived.”

“just tryna’ be prepared, dollface. that’s all.”

“you put these here because of me, didn’t you?”

“….no?”

ASHER IS HERE

y’all don’t understand how fast i’m making all these, I don’t understand how fast i’m making all of these

Diavolo: *smiling* As my first-born...

MC: You abandoned me in the human world

Diavolo: *still smiling* Still my first-born

MC: You are not my dad! Stop smiling!

Lucifer: *clearly conflicted, sinking on hi chair* Why didn´t Father kill me when he had the chance to?

Armin is such a girl dad. He’d love brushing and styling his daughters hair and would choose the cutest outfits. He’s the type to not care that he’s missing work to go to the father daughter dance or their dance concert or mini graduation. I’m all for girl dad Armin. ༯

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི- Simon "Ghost" Riley who can hear you through the wall, faking your moans for some douche you picked up on your way home from the bar.

He knows how you really sound. He's made you sound louder than that. He's made you scream him name, not just let out pathetic little whimpers.

Hell, the guy was louder than you with his limp dick game. Simon knows you just faked your orgasm just as well as you know it. After you call that guy an uber you better bet on Simon sneaking his way into your room and under your covers.

All just to show you he's ruined any other man for you. He knows he has, that was on purpose after all.

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི "yer all mine mama—"

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི. ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི.

a/n: hi i'm alive! lmk what you'd like me to write lovies i'm out of ideas ;(

Lupical?

having a one night stand with rockstar!eddie where he is so riled up after a show that he rips your shirt. we're not talking a small hole. no, this thing is basically mauled. and for as flirty, even borderline cocky, as he was before, eddie is now blushing and apologizing.

"shit, sweetheart, didn't realize i did that. i'm so sorry. here, lemme get you a concert shirt. what size would you like?"

he promises to fix your shirt, which you don't think much of of. he's just being nice considering he was inside of you moments ago. besides, the shirt was a small price to pay for having the eddie munson fuck you stupid.

now imagine your surprise when he calls the next time he's in town. you're expecting that same confident rockstar again when you agree to meet for drinks at his hotel. and he is. he's still flirty and smiley, but also bashful when he gently hands you a familiar item. his hand rubbing the back of his neck as he rambles,

"see? told you i'd fix it! i had to beg the guys to stop in philly so i could get some extra fabric for the sleeves, but it should be good as new."

anyway this all stemmed from a vision of corroded coffin partying on their tour bus. it's the true rockstar lyfe~~~ booze, drugs, girls, everything. and then there's eddie, sitting in the middle of all of the chaos with a needle and thread sewing up your shirt.

Baji x Rockstar!Reader

♡ SFW + NSFW, fluff, biting, fighting, oral->fem receiving ♡

note: this was another request that I don't have anymore, also I had an exam this morning and damn near died during it because I can't work under pressure lmao 🥲

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SFW

🔥 Goes to all your concerts and holds up a big ass poster of you with hearts on it

🔥 Will wear a shirt with your face on it, publicly and proudly

🔥 Recommends your music to all his friends and talks about how awesome you are nonstop

🔥 Freaks the hell out when you let him come on tour with you, he's hitting backflips off cars and shit

🔥 Fully prepared to fight your bandmates if they start shit with you (honestly they could just disagree with you about something small and he'd catch an attitude for you)

🔥 Begs you to teach him how to play the guitar, which you do and he's absolutely great at it

NSFW

🔥 Steals you away from practice for quickies

"C'mon cutie, I'll be quick I swear!"

🔥 That was a fucking lie because you two end up going for multiple rounds

🔥 Eats you out right after your shows, even though you keep telling him you have to take a shower

"Stop Kei, I'm sweaty and I wanna take a shower."

"I don't care, lemme taste you princess~"

🔥 Leaves bitemarks on your neck for all your bandmates and fans to see, he'll go absolutely feral if you post a picture showing off the bitemarks

"Look at you showing off those pretty marks I left on you, maybe I should leave a few more where no one can see ♡"

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@arlerts-angel @i-literally-cant-with-this @trevengersprincess @giugiette @katkusuo @happy-trenchcoated-impala @drunkcheesecake @darkstarlight82 @reiners-milkbiddies @manji-hoe

Love Language Headcanons BG3 (Pt. 1)

Love language headcanons for the male companions! Female companions will be in a part 2. Because I have nothing better to do :D

Astarion’s love languages revolve less around the specific type and more about the intent. He’ll listen to you spew thoughtless praise and such at him for hours, but it’s when you complement things that people don’t tend to notice that he’ll really melt. Because sure, he’s used to people calling him handsome and using his body to seduce people, but he’s not so used to someone pointing out, say, his fine skills with sewing. Or using words like ‘pretty’ or ‘beautiful’ instead of ‘charming’ and ‘handsome. It’s why he’ll get a bit shocked during the one mirror scene if you start pointing out smaller, seemingly inconsequential details, like the curls of his hair or his smile lines- he’s not used to people caring enough to look that closely. In the same vein, he also enjoys physical touch, but moreso anything non-sexual. Hand-holding, forehead kisses, hugs- any touch that has no ulterior motive behind it. It takes him a while to get used to, but once he does it’s like you can’t get him off of you. He’ll get all whiny about it too sometimes if he doesn’t feel like you’ve been touching enough, “Tav, darling, you’re simply neglecting me, holding that dagger instead of my ever so cold hand. Positively cruel.”

Gale defaults to acts of service at first. It’s what he’s kind of used to after Mystra, trying so hard to keep up with pleasing her again and again. Putting all of his self-worth into what he can provide for her. But after helping him work through a bit of that trauma and making sure he understands that he doesn’t constantly have to be doing something for you for you to stay, he realizes he simply enjoys just passing the time together. Quality time. Even if you two are in the same room doing entirely different things, he just finds it comforting to know you’re there, that he’s not alone, and that you’re not going anywhere. Of course, he’ll still go out of his way to do things for you, but it starts becoming more of a gift giving habit. He’ll bring you something from the market because ‘it reminded me of you, so you had to have it.’ He’ll get you books he’s read that he thinks you’ll enjoy. Tiny trinkets that he could go into hour-long explanations on why he just had to get it for you. Poems and little notes written and handed to you before he walks out the door. Eventually, you’ll have so many tiny little things he’s given you that you’re running out of space, but you’ll just have to get a bag of holding, because there’s no way in hell you’re getting rid of them. Later, when he finds out you not only still have every single little thing, and also remember when you got every single one, he’s so touched that he… totally isn’t crying, no, there’s just something in his eye.

Wyll is very much a words of affirmation man. He is the Disney prince of BG3, and can and will rave on about you for days on end. He’ll spin tiny things you’ve done and tell them to people like they were the most incredible things he’s ever seen. You could wake up with a bedhead and be the groggiest you’ve ever been and he’ll still tell you you’re gorgeous. He’s horrible at taking what he dishes out after Mizora changes him, though, especially at first when it comes to his own looks. He’s used to the praise people spew about the Blade of Frontiers, but less used to your little compliments about Wyll Ravengard. Many nights after the transformation, you spend them with him spewing sweet words about his new horns or idly tracing fingers along them to make sure he knows you’re not afraid of it. You still see him as a person, and that’s where physical touch comes in. Because your words and touch reminds him that he’s still there. Still human. And still loved. And of course, like the gentleman he is, he will always try to find some way to return the favor and attention later on. Will ask what he can do to repay you, and if you answer with a ‘don’t worry about it’ or ‘you don’t need to do anything,’ he’ll just find little things to do in return anyway. You mentioned liking this one specific thing from a town five days ago? Well, it appears on your pillow later that night. His acts of service side tends to come out during those times too. A minor inconvenience that you could easily handle? Oh, he’s got that covered. Don’t even try to protest it, he’ll start listing off all of the things you’ve done for him lately, and by the time he’s convinced you to sit back down the task could have been handled already.

Halsin is a very tactile person. With everyone. Physical touch is a natural need of the body, after all, and he is a man of nature. So even platonically, he will be setting a hand on people’s shoulders, or ruffling hair, or bumping shoulders- any of it. You initiating it, though, is very much appreciated. Maintaining prolonged points of contact, ie hand-holding, cuddling, hugs, etc, is really what makes him feel attached. And when he’s in bear form, he loves the feeling of gentle hands combing through the dense fur, and curling protectively around you when you’re both asleep. He’ll let you braid his hair with a chuckle if you ask, and if you have longer hair, will return the favor. He’s also a gift giver by habit; perhaps it’s the animal instinct. But he’ll bring gifts of foraged berries, or a catch from the river, or even random little flowers and leaves (and of course, will indulge any questions about the specific types of plants he’s bringing back). He’ll light up with any of those questions about nature, and it encourages you to ask more often, even if it’s just a simple “hey, Halsin, what’s this?” on the road. He gets this little twinkle in his eye. Long nature walks become a pretty frequent routine, and if your legs start hurting he’ll either carry you or turn into a bear to let you ride on his back.