The Way U Write Suna Has Me Barking Like A DAWG. Would You Ever Do Boyfriend!suna Texts???

fanfictions aren’t enough i need this man to fuck me

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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary You're having trouble sleeping and pot seems like the only solution. Good thing your dealer, Eddie Munson, knows of another method that he's willing to to teach you. You get more than you bargained for when he tells you what he gets off to every night - you. [8.8k]

warnings 18+ only smut, fem!reader, eddie teaches you how to masturbate, p in v sex, light praise kink, mutual pining/lusting, lots of kissing, dirty talk, weed ment, aftercare, they are not so secretly infatuated with one another, eddie is a soft dork but also dirty <3 r implied as dressing very femininely

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Eddie kneels outside his trailer. 

You stop at the lip of the grass and wonder what he's doing. His back is to you, covered by a band shirt familiar even from this angle and riddled with rips and moth holes. You're about to call out to him when he speaks. 

"You're hot, huh, sweetheart?" Softer than you've ever heard him. "Why don't you go inside? Escape the heat, yeah?"

You approach slowly, footfall smothered by the lush green underfoot. He's scratching behind the ears of a tabby cat. 

"It's so hot out! The sun's gonna cook you," he says, whisper-shouting.

Like the tabby can understand what he's saying it stands, stretches tall and then slinks off into the trailer. "Good girl," Eddie says, standing up. 

"Are you collecting strays?" you ask lightly. 

He turns to you, surprised but not scared. "Don't worry, you're still my favourite." 

Good girl. His words ring loud between both ears. "I'm not a stray." 

"Uh-huh. What's my shy girl want today?" You spin on your heel and Eddie starts laughing. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Come on, you'll like what I have!" 

"You know I can't talk to you when you get like this," you tell him, pouting from over your shoulder. 

He pushes a mess of black curls behind his ear and beckons you forward. "Come on," he says, sing-song. "Let daddy set you up."

"Jesus Christ," you mutter, following Eddie into his house unhappily. 

You hate when he gets in this mood, not because he's ever really made you uncomfortable, but because you like to be teased, and he knows it. Or he likes watching you squirm. Either way, it's dangerous territory. 

"How much did you want?" he asks. 

The cool inside of his trailer is a blessing. You hold your naked arms away from your skin and try to take a deep breath of cool air. "I have thirty dollars. So… however much that is." 

"Babe, what the fuck do you want so much for?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder at you incredulously. 

You follow him into his room. "Do you not have it?" you ask, tracing posters you've seen upwards of ten times by now. Eddie's a good dealer – reliable, sweet, and prone to freebies without any pervy requests in place. 

He once swapped you an eighth for a cheap charm bracelet. He wears it now, the silver delicate and entirely too sweet for his metalhead appearance. It looks good on him, anyhow. 

He pulls open the usual lunchbox you hadn't noticed sitting on one of his amps and pulls out more pot than you've ever seen at one time. "Don't I?" 

"Woah."

"Uh-huh. Ern't she preddy?" he asks in a drawing southern accent. 

You hold out your hands and he lets you take it. When you open the zip lock bag, the smell isn't awful. The buds are thick with green fuzz, and your eyes water. 

You pass it back to him. "How much can I have for thirty?" 

"For you? Half." 

"Don't do that, Eddie. Gimme what you'd give anyone else." 

"But you're not anyone else, babe. You're my favourite customer." 

"I'm gonna put you out of business," you say, lightly chiding. "Can I sit down?" 

He hums and nods and you sit cross legged at the top of his bed. His bed sheets are pushed away and the space is cold. His pillow under your hand is colder. 

Eddie doesn't bother weighing it. You roll your eyes at him but also feel amazingly happy, because it's a lot of pot for not a lot of money, because his favouritism speaks for what you hope might be a small crush. Still, when he passes you the new bag you feel guilty. 

"Eddie, I can't take that. I know that's more than thirty." 

His eyebrows jump. "I don't care. What's the point in doing this if I can't give pretty girls a little something extra?" 

"I don't know. To make money?" 

He holds out the bag. You don't take it. "Fine," he says, sighing.

"Thank you." You watch him fish three or four bigger buds out of the bag. He presents you with a much more reasonable amount, his hands stained with the smell. "Thank you," you say again.

"Yeah. Wanna stay and watch a movie?" 

You've known Eddie since middle school. Classmates, not really friends, not not friends, though ever since you've started buying a small kinship has blossomed between you. 

"What movie?" 

"Whatever you want." 

You nibble the inside of your lip. "You'll roll up for me?" 

"Sure will." 

So you end up on Eddie's couch with the tabby cat that isn't his purring heavily on your lap as he rolls a couple of joints for you. You won't smoke anything until tonight so Eddie drops them into your newly acquired ziplock bag with papers and the leftover bud. 

He sniffs. "So, you're not sleeping?" he asks knowingly, straightening out with a groan and disappearing out of view into the kitchenette. You're a total overthinker. Pot helps you calm down.

"I'm sleeping." 

"After toking up." 

"There's…" You scratch the vibrating cat behind its ears, frowning to yourself. "Worse things to do." 

"Better ones, though. Hey, do you want a drink?" 

You say no and he brings you a glass of water anyways. His hands smell strongly of hand soap and faintly of weed as he passes it to you. You take it carefully, wary of disturbing your cuddle partner. 

"Like what?" you ask.

"Cranking one out, for starters." 

You wince, afraid to bring the lip of the glass to your mouth in case you choke on it. "Anything else?"

"Running?" Eddie suggests, sitting with you but leaving a more than comfortable gap between your legs.

"Not my thing," you murmur. 

It's weird, but anything above murmuring feels like shouting in the calm of his home. The movie plays on the TV and the cat purs, Eddie spreads his legs out and slouches into the cushions, his face surrounded by dark hair. He smiles at you like he always does, amicable if slightly flirty. 

"Maybe pot is your only option," he says mournfully. He pulls a lock of hair in front of his face and his eyebrows pinch together. "Make sure you brush your teeth after though. Or you'll get bad teeth."

"Bad teeth?" 

"Smoking ruins your pearls." 

You put down your glass of water and weave your fingers into the cat's rough fur. Eddie is really nice. Really really nice. And he probably likes you, so… what's the worst that could happen, by asking? 

I'm only asking, you decide. 

"Eddie," you say softly, disrupting a big tobacco rant that he'd started. "What- when you say cranking one out, that's-" 

"You know." He holds his hand above his crotch and squeezes the air. You feel a terrible heat start to collect in your abdomen. "Five to one? Uh- Nulling the void?" He grasps for words at your lost expression. "Making soup?" 

His voice goes high. You think he's as embarrassed as you are, and you're not gonna ask again. You giggle. "Oh, right." 

He drops his hand heavy against the seat of his pants and leans back. "Crank one out and sleep like a log." 

"That works for you?" you ask tentatively. 

"Every night." 

You sink down into the couch and hide your face in cat fur. Eddie starts asking about how your job is, a genuine, earnest interest that further cements your next decision. You clear your throat. 

"Eddie, can I ask you something?" He grins and waves his hand. "When you," you wince, "'make soup', do you just- how do you…" You slink down so far you're almost falling off of the couch. "How do you make yourself-" You gesture to your pelvis and then screw your hand into a fist, self-conscious.

He blinks. "Finish?" 

You look at the chain around his neck rather than his face. "Yeah." 

"Are you asking me because you want to know how I do it, or because you don't know how to do it to yourself?" 

You rub your cheek with your shoulder. "The second option." 

"Shit," he mutters. 

"Sorry, you don't have to- I just thought-" 

Eddie sits up. He looks more serious than he had before but not any less patient, elbows braced on his knees and head propped up in his hand. He parts his fingers over his lips. 

"You don't know how?" he asks. 

"I must've missed that lesson in sex ed," you try to joke. It comes out awkward. Eddie laughs anyways, a huff of breath. 

"Lucky you, I've sat through sex ed three times." He grins brilliantly, but his joking tone softens when he sees your hesitant expression. "If you wanna know, I'm happy to tell you." 

"Are you sure?"

"We're friends, right? What are friends for?" You don't miss the sarcastic twist to his words or his ironic smile. 

Friends like you and Eddie likely aren't meant to be giving one another lessons on masturbation. But really, he's the only person you know who you could ask and wouldn't feel totally looked down on. Eddie's nice to his core, but better – he doesn't judge. 

You struggle to know what to ask. 

The cat chooses this moment to wake and jump off of you, strutting out of the trailer's open door and back into the sunlight without so much as a grateful look back. 

And now you're alone with him. 

"How's your anatomy?" he asks. You shake your head slowly. "You know, grade wise? Are we passing? B? B-? C?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, Munson." 

"Do you know what's what?" he asks concisely.

You sit up and press your knees together, suddenly very aware of your 'anatomy'. "I think so." 

He purses his lips for a few seconds before shrugging. "Alright. We can work with that." Eddie pushes his cheek into the couch and looks at your face unflinching as he says, "You know what your clit is?" 

You cringe. Full body. 

Eddie shrugs. "What? That's what it's called. You don't have to be embarrassed about it." 

"I know what it is." 

"And you can't make yourself-" 

"No." 

He doesn't miss your frustration. "Hey, hey, it's fine. Some people think that it's, like, a magic on-button, but it's not. There's a whole process." 

"How do you know?" you ask genuinely. 

His answering smile is wolfish. "I'm in a band, babe. Fucking a guitarist is like, a bucket list thing or some shit. Girls will tell you exactly what they want if you're willing to listen." 

Something about his knowing look has your heart skipping a beat. Maybe two. He pushes his hand across the couch and you're not sure if it's on purpose or accident, only that he's leaning in, a small smile on his face. 

"And I'm a damn good listener." 

You meet his eyes and know what he's offering. He waits, ring heavy fingers splayed wide in the space between you. It's the sight of them – thick, long and adorned in string-wrought calluses – that tips you over the edge. 

He's already pulling back with a reassuring smile on his face, lips parted to likely say something too nice when you interrupt him. 

"Will you teach me?" you ask quietly. 

A split-second of surprise is quickly overtaken by enthusiasm. "You're not high, are you?" 

"No." 

He gets up to close the door and starts for his room. You linger on the couch uselessly and he doubles back, hand on the wall. "Are you coming?" 

The noise from the TV fades as you walk down the hall and into his room. Your socked foot nudges into a tower of books close to the door and you reach out to steady them. Eddie pulls the sheets back into place and flicks on the lamp. He pauses by the stereo before turning that on, too. 

A song you don't recognise starts to play. Eddie climbs up onto his bed and stands there for a second, suddenly very tall. "You wanna take off your jacket?"

"It's a cardigan." You peel the thin white cotton off of your shoulders and shift from foot to foot, unsure of yourself. 

Eddie settles on his knees, pulls off his rings. "It's pretty. Come here," he says, holding out his arms. 

You slide onto the bed cautiously, naked calves rubbing against the sheets. You feel as though every sense has been dialled to eleven; you're thinking about every brush of fabric, every small sound that they make. 

Eddie takes one of your hands and you sit with one leg crossed and the other hanging off the edge of the bed, surprised at his soft touch. He soothes your hand and brings it to his lap, eyes on your now-bared shoulders. 

"You dress real pretty." He says it with his usual dramatics, though there's enough sincerity there to make you smile. 

You look down at your delicate clothes thoughtfully. "You think so?" 

"Mh-hm. It suits you," he says as he drums his thumbs against the back of your hand. 

He pushes one palm up the length of your arm and pulls it towards him at the same time. You've never been touched like this before and you want it bad, shuffling towards him with a shameful speed. He takes it in stride, hand bumping up the hill of your shoulder. His index finger slides under the skinny strap of your top and tugs at it playfully. 

"You look sweet. Really sweet," he says, his voice more hushed than before. His eyes drop to your thighs. "You'll have to take those off, though."

"My shirt too?" you ask weakly, eyebrows pinched up at the starts. 

"Not if you don't want to." You hesitate. He takes your thigh into a big hand and gives you a small shake. "It's okay. Take your time. Or, if you changed your mind, that's totally cool." 

"No, I haven't," you deny, voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. You kick your legs out in front of you one at a time and ease your shorts over the slopes of your thighs and calves, pushing them off of his bed with your feet. 

“If you change your mind at any point-“

“I’ll tell you,” you say, nodding as you pull your knees together. 

Eddie manoeuvres so he’s close, twisted toward you with his hand braced by your thigh. The cold metal of the charm bracelet you'd swapped him bites into your skin. If you leaned back and he leaned forward, he could kiss you. You think maybe he has the same idea as his eyes dart to your lips. 

They linger. 

He blinks and it’s gone. 

“I’m gonna rub your leg,” he says quietly, “and when I get to the inside, I’m gonna touch you. Okay?”

As he says it, his hand moves onto your thigh. Down to your knee.

Slowly, so slowly, back up. His fingers caress the inside of your thigh. He pauses. 

“‘Kay,” you whisper. 

His fingers flex over your flesh as he draws in. Then, like a shock, his fingertips press to your underwear. 

“I’m not surprised,” he says steadily, fingers brushing over your cunt, ghosting but never truly touching where you want him to. 

“By what?” 

“That you wear such cute panties.” He strokes the hem with the tip of his finger and you hold your breath as he slides it under the elastic, running the fabric over his digit gently. “S’exactly the kind of thing I pictured you wearing.”

“You’ve pictured them?” 

He looks up from his teasing and your panties snap into place. You gasp on instinct and his eyes narrow, his lashes kissing in the corners. “Does that bother you?” he murmurs. 

You shake your head. His lips quirk up, a smugness that makes your heart race ever faster. 

"Do you do anything like this with yourself?" he asks. 

"I'm never this nice." 

"That's a crime," he says, and he laughs loud, momentarily shattering the distilled atmosphere that had settled over you both. "Thighs like these and you don't touch them?"

"Is that what you do?" you ask, insecure.

"No, but it's different. I don't need to get warmed up like you do." 

"Warmed up?" you whisper. Having to ask these questions feels so embarrassing. 

Eddie being so soft about it makes it easier. "Relaxed," he whispers in turn, laughing towards the end.

His thumb rubs the elastic of your underwear and drifts slowly inward until he's pushing over your folds. You gasp and it's slightly startled, sounding too close to panic for Eddie, who's hand flinches away. 

"Didn't like that?" he asks. 

You rush, "It's okay. Surprised." 

One big hand holds your thigh, the other strokes your cunt. He's a little firmer now, pushing the breadth of his thumb over your panties until he touches something very sensitive. "Here?" He pushes up a little higher and your breath catches. He makes an almost inaudible cooing sound and flattens his hand, rubbing the length of your cunt without finesse. It feels good anyway. It surprises you how much you like it. 

He pinches your panties.

"Ready to take them off?" he asks. 

"Yeah." 

You lift your hips and peel your underwear down, folding your legs to pull them off of your ankles. You clutch them in your hand, unsure. 

Eddie sits back and pulls you towards him. You let him manhandle you with a small gasp, his hands pressing into the soft of your tummy. You can't see his face anymore. 

"Alright," he murmurs, pulling your thigh over his lap and spreading you wide. His voice is loud in your ear because of his proximity, and you resist the temptation to turn your face to his.

"Let's just-" he works your underwear out of your hand and tosses them aside. 

His hand lands on your knee and moves down fast. 

You lean back heavily into his chest with your hands pulled to your sternum. 

"Eddie," you say, "what do I do?" 

He hums. "Touch yourself." 

You seize up and he's quick to soothe, fingers closing around the crook of your elbow.

"Hey, I'm gonna show you. I'm gonna show you," he repeats. He pulls at the lip of your cunt and spreads you open, groaning softly. You wouldn't hear it if his lips weren't so close to your face. "How'd you have a cunt this sweet and never touch it? I mean, fuck." 

His fingertips whisper past your pubic hair like he's going to say something more, but he only asks, "Hand?" 

You put your hand into his, the back to his palm. 

He sets it to your thigh. "Do what I did before, okay? Slowly…" He drags your hand up and down the length of your thigh. 

Your heart is racing. Every time you crawl close to your cunt the burning longing to be touched, to touch yourself, and to have him touch you intensifies. 

Eventually he pulls your hand to your clit. "You're so sensitive. Is it always this bad?" he asks sympathetically when you jump, tickled at the feelin. 

"I haven't tried in a while." 

"Oh, I see." Eddie encourages you to push your fingertip into the squishy bead, drawing slow circles. "Poor baby. Just desperate to have someone take care of you." His voice is so low, so ridiculously soft, you find yourself sinking into his hold. He squeezes the crook of your elbow with one hand, the other still guiding your ministrations. You bite your lip at the sensation that's begun, the tiny spark of pleasure.

"Here, let me-" He lifts your hand away from your clit and you whine involuntarily. "Shh, sweetheart, I'm only gonna give you something to work with." 

You turn your head to him and watch as his mouth opens. He sucks the very tip of your finger between his lips, the heat of his tongue a momentary flash. When he pulls it back, your finger shines with his spit. 

Your eyes are half-lidded, watching through the crush of your lashes as he presses it back to your clit. "How's that? S'that better?" he asks, crooning. His tone sports an underlying mockery, a light-hearted teasing that's slowly turning intense. 

It is better. It's different. Your fingertip searches for purchase against the slick skin and struggles to find it, the wetness allowing for freer, faster movement. 

You push a second finger against the first. 

Eddie stops helping. You pause, confused. 

"No, you got it, sweetheart. You keep going," he reassures, grabbing a hold of your thigh again. He teases the dough there, never cruel but maybe close, fat moulding under his fingers as he squeezes. 

Your breathing builds with pleasure. Still, it's hot enough; there's no sign of an oncoming climax, no tightening coil in your tummy. You huff with exertion and frustration. "Eddie, it's not working." 

"I'm not done." He sounds almost stern. Your stomach flips. "You have to think about what you want." 

"What I want?" 

"What turns you on." 

You think of his hands and their rings. His happy trail. 

His voice. Good girl. 

You slam your eyes shut.

Eddie gives you another mean squeeze. "What do you think about, when you-" 

You don't let him finish. "What do you think about?" you ask, too loud. 

He stills. His nose pushes into your shoulder, his hair tickling your skin as he asks, "Are you sure you wanna know?"

Your breath catches. Your fingers stutter where they work into your clit and Eddie starts you right back up again. His lips brush your shoulder. 

"Yes," you say, gasping as pleasure like little shocks of heat shoot to your core. 

The hand at your elbow starts to rove, tickling your arm as he strokes downwards. "You first," he murmurs, teasing your wrist. You swear you can feel his smile against your shoulder. 

You breathe in through your nose. "Uh, I think of- of somebody…" You try, but you just can't say it. 

Eddie's fingers push down your crease. Stop right before your entrance. "Is this okay?" 

"Yeah." 

"Mmm…" He circles your entrance. "Now what does a pretty girl like you think of when she's touching herself?" You don't think he wants an answer. His middle finger brushes across the slick well and pushes in. You squirm and he holds you in place. 

There's something very hard digging into your spine. 

"Something sweet as you… Let me guess. Boy next door comes around to mow the lawn, you invite him in for a drink, one thing comes to another-" He pushes his finger in deeper. "And he's fucking you.

"That sound about right?" 

You shake your head. His own perks up where it rests on your shoulder. "No? Huh." 

Your circles have grown slow and staggered, distracted by his touch as he eases his ring finger in beside his middle. "Something more romantic? Wedding night, love of your life. Guy that's gonna treat you like a diamond. Way a girl like you deserves." He pushes in, stretches them out. You moan as he curls them, as his arm works back and forth. "Gives it to you gentle." His movements slow to match.

And sure, that sounds nice. But it's not what you think about. 

"No," you manage to get out through shallow breaths. 

"No? You don't want it gentle?" 

"Not- not all the time." 

"How about right now?"

"Please." 

Slowly, slowly, the shape of Eddie's hard cock against your back starts to move in time with the thrusts of his hand. He pushes in deep, fingers searching emphatically for the sweet spot, the thing that's gonna make you- 

"Fuck," you whimper. 

His cock jumps. You feel it. 

"You keep rubbing that pretty little clit of yours, sweetheart." 

You do as he asks. You're desperate enough now that you imagine you'd do most anything he says, your climax a tangible, physical possibility. Your tummy feels heavy and aching with want, worse when he probes deeply and marks your sweet spot again. His lips press to your shoulder, soft enough that you worry you're imagining it. 

"You see what I'm doing here? See what fingers I'm using?" he asks. You open your eyes reluctantly. His wrist turns. You watch his fingers sink into the gummy heat of your cunt. "Tight little hole's just pulling me in, fucking clinging to me, baby, she's greedy." 

You gasp, a hiccup of scandalised sound. 

"Want you to try, okay? You gonna do that for me?" 

"Yeah, Eddie." 

"Good girl." You moan, you don't mean to, but he's fucking into your quick and your finger pushes into your clit roughly. Eddie revels in it. "You like that? You like being called a good girl? I fucking knew it." 

You frown and start to turn to him. He presses his cheek to your head so you can't, stuck looking down the length of the bed at your trembling legs. 

"You looked so flustered, standing all sweet and quiet by the van out front with your thighs squeezed together. You think I didn't see that shit?" 

You're limp against him, thighs spread wide as you work into your clit, chasing this new feeling. You can hardly breathe, every exhale a keening moan that has you shame-faced and weepy. You roll your hips to meet his fingers, his hand slapping against your cunt with a slick slap. 

"You looked so sweet. Y'always do." He turns his lips to your ear and curls into you until your squealing. "Guess looks can be deceiving." 

You're so close, so close. Tendrils of heat curl heavily at your core. "Eddie, I'm- I'm-"

"You wanna cum?"

"Yes," you pant. 

He pulls his fingers from your cunt and you're so confused that you stop, your climax slipping away in seconds. 

"Sorry, but you have to do it yourself. This is all pointless if you can't get there on your own," he says. 

Your chest heaves. "That's mean. You're mean." 

"I never claimed otherwise. Here, middle and marriage, babe." He guides your hand to your entrance. You push your fingers inside, your tongue between your lips in concentration. Your fingers aren't as thick as his, they don't feel quite the same, but Eddie pushes your thumb into your clit. "Move your wrist. Feel that? Feel how soft you are? How fucking warm you are?" 

You're not nearly as good as he was but every clumsy touch feels electric. You push your thumb into sweeping circles and pant your frustration aloud, feeling close to tears. 

"You wanna know what I think about, when I jerk off?" he asks unexpectedly.

You nod, your head moving back into his collar. He rubs the lengths of your arms leisurely, his lazy demeanour in total juxtaposition to your desperation.

"There's this girl that comes to see me," he starts, coloured by a smug amusement. "Sweet thing, soft-spoken, always wearing these pretty clothes looking like something straight out of the movies.

"I think about a lot of things. Her thighs-" One of his hands falls to your thigh in time, massaging, "fuck, just wanna bury my face in them and never come out. Pull down those cotton shorts she's so partial to with the dainty stitching and-" He laughs and his lips part over your shoulder. His teeth scratch up, up, up. "Make her fucking cry my name. Feel those thighs tense up around me." 

You're so close your entire body shudders. You slow without meaning to, holding your breath in wait for Eddie to finish his story  

He gives you one final push. "Always wondered if she sounds as pretty as she looks when she cums." He kisses the small graze he'd given you mere seconds ago and everything is blue-white with heat. "Gonna clue me in, sweetheart? Gonna cum for me?" 

Your eyes close hard and you breathe out, an exhale ragged and weak and mewling. You don't moan so much as sob without tears, tensing up in Eddie's arms as bliss blooms. You pull your hand from your sopping cunt and feel your walls contract around nothing as you cum.

He pulls you close, throbbing cock pressing hard into your back. "Fuck," he hisses, hands placating where they lay. 

You go lax, head tipping back as you suck in air that had felt elusive moments ago. 

Eddie rubs your arms without saying anything. You cover his hands and try to summon up words. 

"Just as pretty as you look," he murmurs. 

He's so fuckng nice. So fucking nice, and what? He thinks about you when he jacks off? Since when? 

You sit up and drop your chin to your chest, panting still. 

"You okay?"

After a few seconds you smile and turn to him, intent on saying, Yes, thank you, and maybe something with more gratitude, something silly, just something. But you can't speak.

His face is close. 

Eddie brings a hand to the slope of your rising shoulder, follows a line to the curve of your neck. You look to his eyes and find him staring at your lips unabashedly. 

He pulls you into him. You close your eyes. 

Eddie Munson tastes like lots of things as he kisses you.

Cigarettes, unavoidable. Under that, sugar. Something sweet but heavy as bourbon vanilla. Your lips part and close in tandem with his, slow and hungry. Your heart races and your fingers are still wet as you twist in his arms and take his face into your hands. 

You climb up onto your knees and Eddie doesn't know what to do with you. 

He smiles so hard he has to pull away. Not smirking, smiling, a cheek-aching, too-happy smile that softens everything in your chest. 

You rub a shaking thumb over his cheek. You don't know if it's because of the post-orgasm rush of hormones or because he just kissed you and now he's smiling like he might do it again. 

He does. He kisses you and grabs your waist. His fingers mess with the hem of your shirt and he breaks the kiss short to say, "Take it off?" 

You sit back on your knees, feel the mess of wet between your legs spread as you grab at the edge of your shirt and pull it up. Eddie helps though he doesn't need to, and just like that you're shirtless. 

"Oh my god, I can't believe this is happening," he says, voice weak in what you suspect is one of his dramatics. 

He slides his hands up your sides and stops just below your breasts. His thumbs grace the undersides and his brow puckers. "Fuck," he mouths appreciatively. 

You flush head to toe. "Yours, too?" you ask gently. 

Eddie reaches back to pull off his shirt. His hair's in total disarray and he runs his hands through it, biceps flexing with the movement, torso taut. The black ink of his tattoos move with him and your eyes eat up every single one. 

He catches your eyes where they linger on the volley of bats. "You like that one?" 

"I've always liked that one." 

He grins and it's honey thick, hands at the small of your back and tugging. You spread your knees wide on impulse and find yourself flush to his chest, his arms locking you into place as he dives in for another kiss. Again you're surprised at how deeply he kisses you, how it ebbs and flows from slow to fast like he's both savouring and gorging himself on your closeness. 

You've never been kissed like this. You're weightless. You feel every contiguity between you, the hot and wet of his mouth, the crook of his elbow against the nape of your neck, your nipples peaked against his chest and the length of his dick pushing up into your aching cunt. 

"Fucking pretty," he says, pulling back just enough to kiss the corner of your mouth, your chin. He kisses your jaw over and over and over, lips pulling into crescents and then the same word. Pretty. 

His mouth opens wide at your throat, teeth scratching lightly as it closes. He sucks your skin between his lips and rolls it, hand spreading wide and palm flat at your shoulder blade. Steadying. . 

"That's cute," he says when he pulls away, lips shining. 

"What?" you ask, hand drifting up. You poke at the quick-forming contusion.

He nudges it aside with his face as he moves in to further mark up your neck. "You're so fucking pretty," he says, each word separated by a nipping kiss. 

His hands are everywhere.

Everything is warm and you can't breathe. You plant your hands at his shoulders and push away from him, and he stops you from falling flat on your back, levelling you with a worried glance. 

"Is it too much?" he asks. 

"No, I'm just hot. Really hot." You take a big breath and wipe your face with the back of both hands. 

"That's true," he says, leaning back against the wall. His hands fall to your thighs. "Are you okay?" 

You drop your hands abruptly and can't believe the fondness you're feeling. "You're pretty, too," you tell him. Honest if very shy; meek, entirely sincere. "I'm okay. I want…" 

"You want?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. 

"I have this fantasy," you begin. 

Eddie widens your legs to move from under them. It doesn't surprise you when he comes to lie on your chest, holding his weight off of you with an arm at the side of your ribs. His hair falls and hides the room from view. All you can see is his face, and it's beautiful. 

"Tell me about it." 

"It's- okay. It's…" You drift off as he dips down to kiss your collar, only chaste pecks but enough to distract you. "It's kind of like this." 

"Yeah?" His breath warms your chest. More ditzy kisses.

"I get here and you're coming out of the shower-" 

"Tasteful." 

"With a towel low on your hips," you add pointedly. It's useless, his sarcasm has pinned you spot on. "And you- you touch me." 

Eddie kitten licks the skin he's just nibbled and looks up. "Like this?" 

"Like this." 

"And after that," his hand moves between you to the zipper of his jeans, the sound of metal clicking metal ringing through the room, "what do I do?" 

"You push me down into the bed, and-" You feel the fabric of his jeans rub your thighs as he pulls them down. "You…" 

"What do I do, sweetheart?" 

"You push my legs up and you fuck me," you confess.

He scrambles back towards his nightstand, a hand on your ankle that says, I'm not going far. "How do I fuck you? Am I rough?" 

"Not at first." 

There, in his hands, the red plastic of a condom wrapper, bright as a maraschino cherry. He holds it up and you nod. 

"Not at first," he murmurs, ripping open the condom, hissing as he pulls it over his weeping cock. It's big – not too thick, but big, surrounded by a thatch of dark curls trimmed neat. "But eventually?" 

He rolls it on tight and then there's nothing but this admission of your guiltiest fantasy. You spread your legs without thinking and he pulls you towards him, thumb collecting slick where it's pooled and pushing it up towards your entrance. What's left on his fingers he smears over the length of his shaft. You watch him rub at the head and sigh. 

"Eventually," you agree. 

His cock rubs up against you as he leans down and pinches your chin between his fingers, lips parted from a sharp gasp and opening further. "Can I fuck you? Is that what you want?" 

You nod voraciously. 

He gives you a very firm kiss at the highest point of your cheek. "In words." 

"Yes, you can fuck me. That's what I want," you say without hesitation. 

"You tell me if I do something you don't like," he says, lining up. 

"I will," you say earnestly. 

Eddie pushes your leg up towards your tummy and holds it there. "Good girl," he praises, and pushes in.

You're already worked open by his hand, your own hand and your climax, and still it's a snug fit. You cross your arm over your chest with your lips bitten hard to stop from making what you anticipate to be a very great and mortifying sound. He takes it slow, real slow, towering over you with his brows furrowed just slightly and his back arching. Every move he makes is accompanied by a careful thrust of his hips. He's rhythm in motion. 

"Fuck," he mutters, more than once. He's halfway when you feel that stretch, your pulpy walls accommodating him with little complaint and a lot of pleasure. 

You drop your head back against the bed sheets and hug yourself. 

Eddie reaches for your hand where its cracking your breast absentmindedly and squeezes your fingers. "How's that?" he asks. "How's that feel?" 

You close your eyes. "S'good, Eddie." You lay out your own roll of expletives as he pushes in ever deeper. "You're really- oh," you gasp, "really deep." 

"You should see it, babe, pretty pussy gripping my every fucking inch." He leans down and his cock fills another inch of you. Your fingers ache with how hard he's squeezing them, and you look up to find his eyes on yours. "I'm gonna fill you up, okay? You gonna be a good girl for me and take it?" 

You blink and your lashes feel heavy with tears. "Yeah. I can take it. I can take it." 

"I know," he says, hovering over you, close enough to hug if you wanted to. 

He grabs your side and his thumb pushes into the soft swell of your breast, his grip tightening as he fits those last inches of his cock inside you. You rub your cheek against his bedsheets, your head fuzzy from being so full. He takes your bared neck as an opportunity and ducks into the juncture of it and his face fits there like it was made to, his nose bobbing against the column of your throat as he starts to fuck into you. His hips roll, a mess of his sticky pubes kissing your clit. 

This close you can smell him, the heavy scents of pot and smoke, the sweet nutty smell of oil clinging to his hair. Sweat, as you imagine you smell of too, and sex. The room is filled with it, the smells and the sounds of his thighs thudding into yours. 

"Eddie- Eddie," you whimper, muffled by the sheets beneath you. 

He pushes in deep and rubs his nose into your skin emphatically. "What's wrong, hm? What's got you all wound up?" 

You wrap your arms around his back. You're not sure if you're allowed to but you're hardly thinking ahead – you can't. Every thrust, every movement he makes is at the forefront of your mind, commanding all of your attention. The tickling of his hair against the side of your face. The skipping of the chains of his necklace where it teases your neck. 

"Babe?" he asks, pulling back to turn your head. He stills inside you. 

You protest, loud and completely unlike yourself. "Eddie, don't stop. Please don't." Your hands push into his shoulder blades. He ruts in at your request, thumb rubbing your cheek. "Feels so good," you say. You trip over your praise, voice breaking. 

He starts up again, whispering, "Do you want me to hold your leg up, pretty girl?" and, "Taking me so well- taking it so fucking well," and, worse, "Fuck, sweetheart, just like that," when you tigthen around him. 

You weave your fingers into the messy crush of black curls surrounding his face, careful not to tug as you covet the back of his head and nape of his neck, scratching his scalp lightly with one hand as the other strokes his side. 

Your moans become a half-sobbing sort of mess, quiet and desperate, drawn out of you with every tap of his cock into your soft spot. When he finds it he can't not search for it, rutting into it over and over until you can't produce anything but an unintelligible stream of babble and happy sighs. 

He laps lazily at your neck, the stretch of skin dampened and stinging from love bites. He thrusts in hard and hits something sweet that has you clinging to him. 

"You smell good," he says into your skin.

Your hips ache with pleasure. "I must taste pretty good," you say. What, with how he's willing to nibble on you like this. 

He squeezes your neck and narrows his eyes at you playfully. "I intend to find out." He moves down until your lips are a hair's width from touching. "Bet you taste as sweet as everything else."

You lift your chin and kiss him, dedicating your affections to his top lip. He groans into your mouth, hips moving slow and thrusts shallow when suddenly they're not. His cock drags out slowly and slams in deep, his pelvis hitting into yours. 

You keen into the kiss, gentle and at odds with his fucking. His fingers find your ear and his thumb follows down the shell until he's pinching your earlobe, a split-second touch that melts you into putty. He pulls away from the kiss and inhales loudly, his fingers under your ear and pushing your face to the side so that he can wade in from a new angle.

You curl your fingers around his wrist and let yourself be kissed and fucked and touched. Anything he wants to do, he can do. 

Eddie breaks the kiss.

"What did I taste like?" you ask breathlessly. 

He traces an invisible teardrop down your cheek with the back of his pinky finger. "Oh, sweetheart," he says quietly, lowering his lips to the shell of your ear. "That's not where I meant." 

Another hard thrust. You gasp at the dull aching spreading through your tummy and Eddie softens slightly, not so deep but just as fast, faster, his cheek to your cheek as he works you open. His rugged panting in your ear is everything you need. You force your hand between your body and Eddie's and search for the wet mess of your clit, chasing quick circles into the swollen bump. 

Eddie realises what's happening and his fucking turns desperate. "You gonna cum again? Shit- keep touching, I'll get you there, fucking promise you." He's hardly pulling out an inch before he's rutting back in, kicking up the speed until all you can feel is pleasure again. 

Eddie slows down as you cum, moaning as you tighten around him. He pushes away from you to kneel between your legs again, eyes locking onto your cunt obstinately, his panting loud as he drags his cock in and out. 

"Insane," he mumbles, hands coasting down your legs until he's grasping the fat of your thighs and pulling you back onto his cock. "You're insane." 

As if proving it, his hands rove the hills and troughs of your torso, your skin clammy underhand, his hips moving mindlessly. You cover your mouth with the back of your hand and blink back into focus. 

"Are you close?" you ask him, whispering. 

You're lucky he can hear you with the music he's playing and the sounds of your slick hole being stretched. Eddie tucks a lock of sweat-dark hair behind his ear and his eyes pause in their reverential searching to meet yours. 

He peels your hand off of your mouth and holds it. 

"Fucking teetering, babe. Been close ever since I felt you wrapped around my fingers." He pulls your hand and you take it as a cue to try and sit up. Eddie helps you into his lap, your thighs straddling his thighs, slipping down his length until you're stuffed to bursting. 

You hide your face in his shoulder and he rubs your back. "You're okay," he says sympathetically, "I got you. You just sit pretty, there's a good girl." 

You wrap your arms around his neck and try your best to bounce on his cock as he thrust up into you, a steady pace that turns sloppy. You rake your hands through his curls and kiss at the curve of his neck down to the slope of his shoulder, dizzied and cock-drunk, totally fucked out. You hum into your kisses with every prodding of his mushroom tip against your deepest spot, rambling nonsense at him in a way you hope is making a difference. 

"Fucking me so good," you mumble, equal parts tearful and euphoric, lips wet and spreading a shine like frost in the sun over his lean shoulder. "So good, Eddie. Thought about this too much." 

"Yeah?" he asks, sounding like a different person. Voice rough as hewn stone and hands bruising where they grip you, his heavy sack slapping into you with every sluggish rock of his hips. "Good as you pictured? M'I fucking you like you wanted?" 

"Better," you say sincerely. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," he says, and he's close, you know he is.

You roll your pelvis in circles and try your hardest, aflame as you plead, "Cum for me, please? Please, Eddie, wanna feel it." 

Despite your shy intonation Eddie goes rigid. He fucks in with one final thrust that sends shocks deep to your core and spreading out, cutting your happy little gasp short as he pulls your head tight to his neck. His hips twitch underneath you and he's making sounds that are going to haunt you, whiney, begging moans over your head. 

Eddie's tight hold on you slowly loosens. You're breathing fast, finally out of motion. Your thighs burn where they're spread over his lap and you squirm unintentionally. 

He pulls your neck back from his shoulder and looks over your face, concern lining the soft set of his eyes. He cups your cheek in question. 

"I'm okay," you say softly. "I'm more than okay. That was amazing." 

"It was amazing," he agrees, caught off guard.

"Yeah." 

You shift backwards and the two of you wince at the sensitivity. You ease your legs open and Eddie pulls out, pumping the sticky shaft once. His eyes flutter closed. 

You move off of his lap and turn to the side so you can stretch out your aching legs. Eddie follows suit, collapsing off of his knees and onto his back, the pillow behind him keeping him propped up. 

You watch him ease the condom off of his cock curiously, White cum has smeared and drips down the length of him, his pubes tangled by a mixture of your slick and his. 

He spots you watching and smiles. "What, sweetness? What are you thinking about?"

"I made you cum." 

His eyebrows jump but quickly smooth. "I think I went blind, for a second." 

You giggle at his hyperbole and he pulls you down against his chest, your side pressing into his navel. Your cheek to the space shy of his heart. 

His hand comes to rest on your forehead. 

"Do you really think about me?" you ask, knowing the answer. 

"Every night." 

You close your eyes and hide your smile in his skin. He chuckles and wraps you up in one arm, his hand a firm pressure as he massage the dipped plane of your back. 

Nestling your cheek into his chest, you say, "I think about it, too. All the time." 

"Uh-huh. Maybe we can make some more of those racy thoughts a reality. What was that one about me coming out of the shower?" 

You like this casual conversation and decide to try and make him laugh, stretching your words out low. "Well, you're coming out of the shower, and your towel slips open-" There, his bumping laughter at your over the top salaciousness. 

"That's awful. Most cliche, overdone, cheap porno concept ever," he chastens. 

"I never said I was creative." 

"What happens after that?" 

"The towel gets swept away by a sudden gust of wind, so I have to cover you. With my body." 

He bursts. There's no other word to describe it, his back arches with the force of his laughter and he holds his fist to his mouth, shaking and giggling like an idiot. 

"Where's the wind coming from?" he questions incredulously. 

"I don't know! The window?" 

"Oh my god," he says. He hooks his hand under your arm and pulls you up his chest, dotting a fond kiss to your forehead as you near. "And after that?" 

"Well, I told you that part." 

"Right, we hook up, but after that." 

You clench your fists, insecure. "After?" 

He brings the hand that isn't loving the length of your back to your face, stroking the skin under your chin with the backs of his index and middle finger, the flat of his fingernails sliding gently in a soothing back and forth. 

"I guess it's kind of like this," you answer eventually. 

"Does fantasy Eddie get another kiss, too? Or does he- do they stop, afterwards?" 

"It's a fantasy. The kisses never stop," you tell him. Adrenaline must linger in your veins; you can barely speak.

His expression becomes impassive, and a lull in the conversation blossoms. He searches your face for something and you don't know what, but he must find it, because he dips down and kisses you chaste on the lips. 

Your hands are back to tentative as they explore his neck. Your fingertips grace the curves of his throat and then sink behind, into the dampened mess of his hair. 

He stays chaste, dainty kisses, pulling back to dot them against your lips over and over. 

"Eddie," you say softly, "what are you doing?" 

"It feels like kissing," he says, tone a mirror of your own. 

You huff a laugh against his lips and kiss back. 

Later, after more kisses than you could ever count and an hour dozing on his chest whilst his hand rubbed circles into your tired back, you get dressed into your clothes that he likes so much and slip your goodie bag into the belly of your strappy purse. 

"Don't go over the top with it, alright?" he says, watching the green bud dissappear.

Jeans back in place and still bare-chested, Eddie sits on the end of his bed and scratches the back of his neck. You give him a grateful smile. "No, I won't. I actually think I might sleep really well tonight without it." 

He smirks. "I bet you will." 

Eddie walks with you to the front porch. You'd linger if you didn't have to go, and you're pretty sure he'd let you. There's a fraction of awkward silence.

"See you later," you say, walking sideways down one step, another. 

Eddie catches your hand. It takes you a second to realise what he's done: forced your crumpled thirty dollars back into your hand. Your heart misses a beat and you feel your stomach plumet – you hadn't fucked him for the free pot. 

"Eddie-" 

"My girl can't pay for her own supply. That's not happening." 

You take one step up. "Your girl?" 

He has the good graces to look nervous. "If you wanna be." 

You don't know how to answer. He looks pretty like this in the last dregs of sunshine, big brown eyes waiting patiently for you to say something, hand clutching his elbow. It doesn't feel entirely real. 

You step on tip toes and work your hands behind his neck to kiss his cheek before rubbing your forehead against his chin. "I'll come by tomorrow?" you ask hopefully. He relaxes under your weight.

"Any time you want. I'll take you some place nice, if you're up for it." 

You set back on your heels and pull away. "You don't need to go all fancy on me, Munson." You're happy to get stoned and eat burgers on the couch.

He looks you up and down, eyes catching on the flanks of your thighs before he takes in your face. His smile is almost dorky when he says, "No I- I think I do. I'll see you tomorrow, pretty girl." 

You nod with an aching smile and are a little ways away when he smugly calls, "Sleep well!" 

After the lesson he just gave you, you're sure you will. 

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domestic things i think könig loves when he’s back home <3

☼ when you’re winding down for the night and both sitting on the couch. you’ll want to lay down, so you stretch your feet into his lap and he loves it. he’ll grab your foot, holding it to warm you up since your feet are always so cold.

☼ if he’s in the middle of a shower and you knock on the door before coming in to grab something. könig wipes the glass of the shower door, wanting to see you clearly, “need something, baby?”

“just my ring,” you say, grabbing your ring from the small tray you keep on the counter, having forgotten to put it back on after your shower earlier.

he keeps talking though, asking about your day and if you want to go to the gym with him in the morning. never admits it out loud but he loves your company while doing mundane things. having your presence just makes everything better!

☼ lovessssss when you make his favorite austrian dishes. he’s a bit of a picky eater, so being able to connect with you through his food is something he values. just make sure you cook a lot, his serving sizes are huge!

☼ laying his entire body weight on top of you in bed, slowly blocking the air from entering your lungs. he’s huge and knows it, pretending to fall asleep to see how long you last, holding out with as little oxygen as possible so he doesn’t have to move. he purposely makes his body go limp, his dead weight pushing you into the mattress.

“okay i give up,” you whine, pushing at his shoulders so he’ll roll off, knowing that he was testing you.

“longer than last time, though! maybe i’m losing some weight,” könig laughs, pulling you on top of him as he shifts onto his back.

his huge hands spread across your thighs, softly squeezing the thick skin, blue eyes locked on you. he takes in your entire face, noting something he loves about each of your unique features.

“is there something on my face?” your eyebrows furrow, unsure of why he’s suddenly staring at a random spot on your skin.

“nothing but beauty, mein schatz.”

Men who call you the most endearing pet names; “poundcake”, “sweetness”, “angel”, “sugar”, “sweet thing” while fucking you like they despise you.

You heard him before you saw him. His shoulders were tense and his jaw was clenched. You kiss his jaw in greeting, feeling the muscles in his shoulders relax. He heaves a sigh, letting his arms wrap around your waist, he melts into your grasp.

“Bad day?” You ask as you card your fingers through his hair. He stays quiet for a beat.

“I love you so much,” he breathes before looking up at you, “you know that right?” You nod, a confused smile on your lips. His eyes, that were once filled with exhaustion, give you a darker look. His pupils light up, ignited with a sudden insatiable lust.

Your breath hitches and your belly warms when you feel his hands leave your waist and grip your ass. His big fingers spread your cheeks, the tips just grazing your pussy lips. “Good.” He lazily smiles.

“You’re doin s’good, sweetheart.” He pants, the loud clap of your hips meeting along with the squelch of your wet cunt echo through the room. Your arms had given out rounds ago, his chest was pressed into your back, and his lips graze your ear with every word of praise that spilled from them.

Your moans are muffled from pressing yourself further into the mattress. “Wanna hear that pretty voice, poundcake.” He pulls out and suddenly you’re on your back.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He groans before slamming his hips into yours. His tip kisses your cervix each time they meet. He’s been manhandling you for hours, taking out all his frustrations on your swollen cunt.

His words are so sweet though, so you can find it in your heart to forgive his rough treatment.

BOKUTO, Nanami motherfucking Kento, Kirishima, Fatgum

+*how they’ll make you feel during the act, some thangs that they want to do to you? bringing you the most beautiful, pleasant and mind shattering big O…just a night of pure pleasure*+ (this can be at any point in your relationship after you’ve eloped/made it official)

→btw my loveys, i did not feel like editing this ik 🥲 but it was so long and i rly wanted to put this out there, just pretend u don’t see some misspelling, ik it’s gonna bother my virgoan ass later lmao anyways ty for understanding bye ily and enjoy!←

☆⋆·˚ ༘ * pick a card disclaimers ೃ🪽⁀➷

pick a pile u feel most called to, the one u cannot look away from, the one that is pulsing, go with your gut, always trust yourself, and if u feel called to more that’s cool baby boo! there’s more for u!

these are general and for a vast amount of ppl, don’t get ur undies all twisted up bc it’s not resonating, it’s normal and it’s fine, this just wasn’t for u! <3

these are extremely general collective timeless readings and they’re meant for entertainment purposes, please don’t take things so seriously and also realize my readings are for people above 18!

- how they see you before the act? -

“boyfriend, im nervous🤪🤪” (the one Addison Rae meme) but im really feeling that way for you guys group. The way theyre gonna be looking at you is going to have you nervous and filled with so much excitement. I can just feel it omg, like you have no idea whats about to happen to you, but youre prepared? Kind of. Youre just unsure of whats going to happen but theyre over there just ready to flip your whole world upside down. It’s like you can never really know whats going to expect from them. Your person is already getting the hots for you, i can just sense it, theyre thinking of all the ways to get you to let go. I just felt this deep grunting, like a mans hum, but it’s deep and has this booming vibration to it. But i feel that’s another way theyre going to try and get you aroused, the calm but a bit animalistic grunts, growls, purr if you want to call it that. Theres just this deep hum. I also see that youre going to be a little guarded before you guys go to pound town haha. You may have a hard time letting go of your control, “i want us to give back to each other, no ones leaving here unsatisfied.” Youre like a prize, i mean youre not an object but you seem hard to grasp, like you don’t give in easily but this time youre trying to trust. I feel like theyre also thinking of so many different ways they can get you into the most filthiest positions. You guys may be communicating a lot about boundaries and where it’s okay for you to touch and feel. This will take time but i see they wont mind that at all, theres no rush to this experience with them. I really see that they’d want you both to give in and embrace each other equally, like youre both ready for this explosive experience. I feel like you both will be confident with where this will go, youre surrendering here.

- once you get into it yuh ;) -

I feel like this may be a build up to this special night with them. Like you guys are spending time together, i feel like it’s after you’ve spent some time apart and youre both eager to get your hands on one another. This person is going crazy over you, maybe you both haven’t been able to touch each other for awhile so after this little separation, they want to come in hot. I feel like theyre going want to be the one who tell you what to do on this night. Yes, the fucking build up is basically just intense foreplay, like theyre the one pamperfuciking you, asking you if you like it that way or if they need to up the pace some more. They seem like theyre going to be very attentive with how they pleasure you. I feel like your fs wants you cum drunk over their special parts haha, whether they have a kitty or wand. Infiltrating your mind with their sexual energy. Like your person doesn’t want you to think about anything, head empty. The tower card kept showing up i each sexual deck i have and i was just like WTF is going on? Your person seems to just want to make you climax over and over and over again. And i know that’s the theme of this reading. Bu they want to go rounnnnddddss. I don’t think they want to give up on you this night. Like they’re making up for lost time. But it may have to do with them being away on a trip from you, it could honestly be anything though. I feel like when youre both not together yo find time to fuck around and tease each other on the phone. I really feel like theyre going want like watching you unravel. The way you seem to be more vulnerable under their touch. Even though you both have waited for a little bit, this night of pure fucking tbh, is going to be worth it. So theyre definitely into anal or riding and that could be you as well, but theyre lowkey freaky as hell. They seem so sweet and cuddly on the outside. Lik they have the most purest aura uh huh, but around you, you seem to drive them fucking loco! Watch out for pregnancy scares with this person if you don’t want kids at that point if you remember this haha. But no they see you as this magical divine being ready to be tainted. Something about cracking you open and getting you to come undone just from the way y’all will make love. I feel like theyre going want like to just stare and watch you perform for them. Riding them reverse(cowgirl), you being on top of them turns this person on. They may switch between being a sub and dim, but tonight it’s like a back and forth energy with you both. All this fucking will have you so blissed out you’ll have to take turns. Your p*ssy/d*ck is theirs, theyre claiming that right now omg. They want you all to themselves boo, i feel like it’d drive them to the edge if they knew you wanted someone else more than them, make sure it doesn’t get toxic, but i just see that they fucking love you. They’re losing their shit over it. What’d i say about foreplay. You both playing with each other. The way they’d want to finger you or you them, doesn’t matter, someone’s getting finger fucked lol! They don’t want to stop. The amount of orgasms you both will have seems crazy, this person is such a fucking tease, wanting you to beg for it and tell them what it is you want exactly. They just want to see you take off this mask, letting your hair fall down as cliche as it sounds but it’s serious. I feel like theyre really want you to trust them with your body, youre theirs already, but letting yourself feel it. Idk if many people feel it lately, but i feel like they’d want to help you learn how to surrender into them and embrace this passion, this loving feeling of lust as weird as it sounds. Pile 111, your lover will never abandon you, you seem to be on their mind a hell of a lot! The time away from them will be nothing compared to the intense sexual pleasure that they’d want to give you to make up for lost time.

But it’s not really lost because even though you may be on your own, you still know how to take care of yourself and get the necessary tools needed to do so which is fuck yourself. Yes im being blunt! It’s okay to feel pleasure esp. when it’s healthy and youre not even hurting anyone. That’s why i said they’d love to watch you. Seeing their baby release that tension, theres this ripple effect when you push yourself. When you give into your bodies desires and just fucking let go. And theyre going to do just that. Watch your sexy ass let go, youre their queen/king, its okay to feel that powerful orgasm twinkle out, its such a beautiful feeling once you let yourself give in and push away that shame, the judgment. The questioning of if im doing it too wrong or if im not pleasing them correctly. Baby relax and let it go. Let it all go and feel this. I feel like this may be something very new for you. Like you’ve never had someone rock your world like this. And i can see that they’d take great care of you afterwards. Taking a bath together and rubbing on each others bodies gently, spreading sweet kisses all over their being. You deserve this and let them explore you. I just want to tell you guys that it’s okay to feel pleasure. And goddamn do they want to fucking pleasure you babe, y’all are not stopping at one. Theyre so deadass about you love.

Thank you for reading this love, i hope you enjoyed and have a great rest of your day/night/evening 🖤

- how they see you before the act? -

Im getting that before you guys even go near that subject where you rip each others clothes off, there needs to be some sort of talk. They are seeing how broken down you feel inside, and I know no one wants to hear this but something is upsetting you here. Youre closed off emotionally, for example, say you have plans for this night and youre prepared for whats to come, but when that time comes, the energy shifts. I feel like theyre seeing that you do want to try this (again? Maybe this isn’t the first try with getting you comfortable in bed) but youre very hesitant at the same time. Im not sure what happened to you or whats triggering this, i mean it could full on be your future spouse triggering you. You guys dont really seem to fucking care at all whatever will be bugging you in that moment is pulling your attention away from your spouse, i feel like youre having doubts about being able to perform well for them, or theyre just seeing you doubt the chance of being able to let go with them. Theyre viewing you in such a weird way, i men the whole thing here is weird, like im trying to make it make sense. Youre apathetic towards thus but then theres some hope there and you dont mind taking the risk, letting the issue fall away. But i feel like theyre going to see that you may not be as present as they’d want you to be in this moment, on this night. This is for the both of you to enjoy but youre not feeling this lol omg pile 2? Why do i have a feeling that it may have to do with your body, like youre not confident in front of your future spouse. They see you overnight yourself, not letting too much of YOU show. That’s what it is, i feel like they want to see you but youre not budging. I feel like theyre going to realize over time that theyre going to have to take their sweet time when it comes to getting you to unwrap your dressing. Youre holding onto some past pain, and i feel it has to do with an ex of yours or something that you just have a difficult time coping with. This thing or person shifted you, i feel like youre just going to be in your head a lot about this, like i want to cry right now omg, im so sorry pile 2. Please remember to take your time and set the record straight and let them know that it wont be as easy, it’s going to take time and that’s completely fine.

- once you get into it yuh ;) -

I feel like before you guys are going to have sex, theyre going to relax you, like a nice hot shower, easing up the tension in your muscles. “Slow down” im just getting that theres no rush to this night, or even weekend, it could last for more than one day. Maybe this is you guys first time away f- okay hold on, i just feel like youre person wants me to get straight into it but im trying not to rush the flow of this pile. Like they want to get so many messages out about how’d they’d want to fuck you, getting straight to the point. Goddamn you seen irresistible to this person, for some reason they just want to rush like uhm excuse me haha. You guys will probably have to simmer them down and tame the beast that wants to make and appearance. I feel like youre thinking, “theres no need to rush this, why are you so feral?” And theyre just fucking drooling, dick hard, pussy wet…waiting. It’s the wait, like this time away together is obviously planned so before this life may have been throwing its daggers at you but they want to get your mind off of it. Like letting go of your anxious thoughts about the coulda, shoulda, woulda you know. Yeahhhhh, im feeling like theyre going to want to be in control this night, y’all are about to be getting into some intense freaky ass play. This is the BDSM pile haha, but no boo, i feel like theyre going just want to tie you up, cuff you, restrain you from even moving. “You are theirs tonight.” Goddamn theyre possessive omg! I feel like whatever was upsetting you before you two started, it’s going to be gone like POOF! “It isn’t so serious, you shouldn’t be worrying about something that mundane.” Like theyre thinking it’s not that big of a deal and youre in the complete opposite mindset. They have a solution for that though. Fucking your brains out duh, and i feel like they mean that shit, thyere not playing around with you omg, theres no reason for you to be so stressed out when theyre right in front of you. I feel like they want your attention to be on the way theyre pleasuring you. How they are dominating you, claiming you. I really feel like the both of you are going to be vocal about everything going on. “You like the way im choking you. Gripping your ass, claiming your beautiful self.” Youre so magical to this person, my goodness theyre in love with you. “Whatever you need princess/baby” im getting that theyre the only thing you need to be worrying about on this night.

“Pay attention to me, im right fucking here.” Y’all this person is going to make this shit clear, it’s like youre teasing the hell out of them boo! i feel like theyre also going to make you remember how much shit you were talking to each other before this trip, like “youre all shy now huh?” So fucking smug omg! This person is testing your fucking patience and i feel like it’s to see you break open, putting pressure on that spot you can’t fucking resist. And oh babe, they can’t resist you asssss! Breath play seems so strong here, watching you get a little lightheaded, seeing stars omg pls be careful lol! But i feel like y’all are some secret freaks, pretending that you dont care or youre not enjoying it, knowing damn well something lights up within you when they get all dominating and scarily sexy haha. “I wanna make love to you, but then i really want to pound you!” Geez, theyre so conflicted with whether they should take their time or just fucking ravage you like the animal they are omg!, maybe pile 1 might resonate a little with you too because the fucking animalistic growls of their FS s similar to you guys, like theyre a hungry fucking lion gawking at their prey “be my prey for the night” you guys seem to be into some kinky ass role play because WTF! Im digging it though, its like all of this, the sexual innuendos theyre doing is to help you relax into the moment and let go of whatever was fucking w your mental state. The way theyre watching you suck them off or give them an intense fucking cunnilingus session, its like theyre admiring their little pet haha omg, youre so delicate in their eyes but they cannnot calm that fucking wolfman down inside of them lmao. I feel like the reason you were freaking about initiating this session with them is because of a lingering past relationship, where you never really felt valued or taken care of, okay im not gonna go too deep but this past douche lol im sorry but it is douchy if someone does this shit. Anyways, this past person could have made you feel like youre not good enough with the way they would just look everywhere else except you, like you were there but they dont know how to keep it to themselves, like they may have made themselves available for everyone to make you jealous on purpose, which is disgusting but I shouldn’t judge. So i can see why you felt like your future spouse may be doing it only for them but no i feel like this is literally all for you. Even if you guys get tired and their legs are sore, you’d hop on top and ride. Letting you have fun on them while you embrace that empowering feeling. I feel like they’d want you to just let yourself go crazy on them. Like now it’s time for you to unleash your inner animal. Like in the beginning theyre going to view you as a little closed off, but then something switches in you. And i feel like that’s your baby, your person, theyre going to have that effect on you, where you wont feel embarrassed to spread your legs and let them admire your special parts.

Where you wont feel insecure of your body because it’s not meeting your own rigid standards. This person does not give a fuck about that superficial shit. I feel like they just want you to uravel completely and take it even further. Speaking of that, i can see they’d want to try it outdoors as well, having someone watch you, but the person watching can’t touch, theres this game to it. Like youre only theirs to fucking touch, make love to, caress. On this lil getaway you guys are going in. I did say BDSM so think of intense spanking sessions if youre into it. But i can see they want to slap your ass, watching it jiggle and seeing that handprint from them. But it can go further than just their hands, floggers, whips, paddles. Whatever floats your boat. They want you satisfied baby, idk if theyre a pleasure dom but goddamn theyre going to have your ass fucking spent. Like im talking multiple orgasms together, where it just gets messier and messier. Y’all are some crazy freaks, i feel like you both know how to hide it well though, like no one would ever know haha. You dont need to bother your lil head with your worries, this person is not playing around with you, they mean everything, i feel like they wont lie to you at all tbh. And yes everyone lies, but this person seems like it’d annoy them keeping some things from you, like you need to know. Like right now, you need to understand that theyre going to fucking please you, let them please. It’s like theyre going to even beg you to let them have their way with you and fuck you silly, until youre a drooling mess. Omg “drooling all over their cock/box” see how i was staying you may be a little shy. Well this person doesn’t even care that much about that because I can see they want your cute ass spreaddd, like out, open up them legs omg! Goddamn theyre direct guys, but i feel like that’s good you because you know, you know theyre not going to fuck around and damage your heart, I think that would crush them tbh! But yes, seeing your fucking cheeks spread, watching how theyre moving inside of you or you watching the view of yourself fucking them, like they just want to see you. And to open up in the beginning i feel like they’d love to just watch you masturbate on your own, so they can see what makes you squirm and crumble, hitting all of those spots. You dont need to worry baby, theyre protective of you and I can’t see them letting you go after this. It’s like a huge mix of freaky, sweaty, heated sex and soft gentle touches, kissing you in your erogenous zones, making love to your entire body. Just a pure mix of pleasure and pain. (Btw I felt like your person has even more up their sleeve, like i just wanted to go on and on with this pile lol! Be safe and wear protection if you want)

Thank you so much for reading and y’all better enjoy yourselves this night, i feel like it’s going to be epic lol! Love you and have a good rest of your day/night/evening. 🤍

- how they see you before the act? -

Okay side note first freaky ass message - but i feel like your person may love to taste, like the taste of your cum and even their cum omg i know haha!!! But i feel like it fucking turns them on, the taste of their partners cum on their lips, savoring it, oral may be huge here lol! Someone, whether it may be you or them, but the taste, it’s intoxicating.)

I’m getting things may be taking a turn for you, your person sees youre very curious about this time together, like you know whats in store but then youre also confused about it. Are they not letting y’all in on what they have planned for you because it feels so. Like youre feeling into it, their love and compassion they have for you but then youre like “what the fuck does so and so have planned, whats about to happen?” This is very new for you, like they see youre also eager to know more, maybe you might be questioning them and their motives. I can just see that image of your person getting things ready, like a surgeon having their tools lined up and you’re sitting there waiting. I feel like your may not like the wait with them, and they know its going to tick you off. “Uh uh, just give me a minute baby.” I feel like youre ready fr them to fucking peed this shit up lmao, youre just giving off the vibe of “can you please stop teasing me!” It’s gonna get to you but i feel like that’s on purpose, theyre doing it intentionally because they know you have a soft spot for them. They know how to get under your skin so you feel that urge to just run over to them and fucking mesh as good as you can. Like you want to be in their skin. I feel like theyre just seeing this heavy ass anticipation with you. And youre just sitting there not knowing what to do until they give you a command, telling you what to do. I see that they could be thinking that you may have doubts if they want you or not because of this wait here, like “is this on purpose, what did i do?” And youre not even realizing that they have something else in store for you boo. The wait isn’t to be mean, but more like a “you’ll have to wait and see angel” i feel like this may be a surprise and they don’t want to spoil it for you, but youre over here so inquisitive and interested in what they got going on inside their head. Like they see you are ready to receive and give your love, but you just have to sit tight and pretty. I’m just seeing that they’d want you to relax that overworking brain of yours, “I’m not going anywhere.” That’s what they said.

- once you get into it yuh -

I saw my surprise card and i just kne it man! This person is planning this, a night away with you or just a long night in together. I’m telling you the sex is going to be fucking heated and heavy, no wonder i was getting the feeling of you needing to chill out before, cause whats ins tore for you may be something that you weren’t really expecting or even prepared for. I feel like this is going to catch you off guard. But knowing your strong headed ass, you’ll be in charge too. The both of you taking turns, but i feel like they have the upper hand or will for most of the night. You guys don’t need words to communicate, like once you see the way theyre moving and how they’ve prepared for this night, it’s going to shock you. Another shock is this proposal, there’s going to be some sort of next step being taken with each other, so this could be before you guys elope/make it official ofifical. But you both will be listening to each other, paying attention to the others needs and wants. You guys will be fulfilling your innermost desires together, no judgement. Like they want to let go for you and you with them, let yourselves give in to the other, a good reciprocal energy. “How many times I gotta tell you how much you mean to me, you will feel it through the way I make love to you.” I feel like you guys are just nosy with your FS, but theyre not explaining shit to you, not in a mean way, i mean it can be but i really feel like this is because they don’t want to spoil the way theyre going to do you. And you don’t care, i feel like y’all are little nymphs for your FS, not being able to get enough of them, idk what the hell they do to you but it has you fucking feral. Why do i feel like it may be subtle teasing that they do. Only letting you get a little taste and then pulling back from you, so i can see why it’d bring out your more dominant side, where you get mad and make them basically surrender and get on their knees for you, and its like they secretly like that. “Use me how you want baby.” This pile is so weird, i feel like y’all are playing with each other. Testing the other persons patience and integrity. Like “will they do what they really say?” And i fucking think so man! Even though you two seem to be going back and forth, theyre going to make your backside sit the fuck down and listen to what they tell you. I feel like you may be really bratty with them that they’ll have to “put you in your place and humble you” but not in that controlling misogynistic way, but more of theyre the dom and youre their defying brat “yeah? Keep fucking talking back to me/talking to me like that” i feel like it drives them crazy when you get like this.

They may hide and put up a front acting as if your behavior is nothing to them, but i can see under that mask, you drive them wild! I mean your booty is fucking out here “feeling on that booty” LOL! You’ve been so bratty that you’d get a spanking from them. I can see it turns you on too, their control. It’s like you may think youre the one dominating them sometimes but then they always come in to show you how they can over power you and shut that shit up quickly damn! They would for sure be into choking you, and cuffing you. Letting themselves pleasure you until youre fucking overstimulated begging them to stop because of how sensitive you are, but youre the one who riled them up. See, it’s like payback for the way you backtalk and tease them, you may come off as innocent but to them youre a bit devilish ahaha. I feel like after this night, youre going to be in a sexual daze. For ex. When you get up from the bed, couch, wherever…your body feels all limp and your head is just empty, like your brain is filled with your partners cum lol. This person is not letting up either, they want to see you on the edge of the bed taking them while your body is just open for business, but the only business your getting is from them and them only. Youre theirs all the way, “no one can take you from me.” Your body is all theirs and theirs is yours, you guys match each other, you just click well. “You just get me.” Fuck i love this for you! I feel like that’s going to send you over the moon traveling into this deep bliss with them. Knowing that this is your soulmate fr! It’s like fucking you is art to them, youre like a goddamn masterpiece to this person. You just gotta work on that patience with them, i feel like they really want you to embrace their mysterious mess haha “you and me super freaks yeah we are.” Omg that damn song “skin” by Mac miller go listen bish!!!!!!!! I feel like theyre going to like how upfront you are about what you want but then theyre also going to love this shyness you bring out whenever they get to you. Like you seem all strong and confident in front of them but when they start speaking to you in that firm direct tone, oh youre folding. that one meme “my feminism leaving my body once blah blah blah in the bedroom.” LMAO! Yeah that’s like y’all “he holds me in his big arm, drunk and i am seeing stars.” Ugh fuck! This person and you, just fucking mad goals, this fucking love is so beautiful. Like yes you guys play around a lot and they love your bratty side but the way you both crumble for one another is just on a diff level mwah mwah mwah! This is going to be one steamy ass experience that i feel like you two will feel like y’all are on cloud nine, could be a vation for you guys too, I’ve been getting that, like you may be questioning them because theyre planning this trip out for the two of you. Anyways on this trip or little time away, you guys will be making a mess that’s for sure, a lot of wetness and i could sense it in the beginning, like sloppy oral and sloppy sex. I don’t feel like you will have time to complain about where the fluids are going, youre focused on the sex, which you should, don’t let minor worries like that get to you. But y’all seem to have an extreme sex drive with your person because even if theyre spent and can’t go some more, you’re just sitting there watching them and waiting. Waiting until you can go for another round of crazy fun carnal pleasure. Like you fall asleep together and one of you get back up to pleasure the other.

Fucking in a lazy spooning position, your leg wrapped around theirs while they pump in and out of you slowly, like that lazy droopy but lustful sex. Theyre kissing up on you behind, rubbing their hands all over your body, gripping you chest, caressing your tummy. Oh the feel of you two wrapped up into each other like a perfectly well put burrito omg! The ingredients are magical, this essence that’s flowing from this night of passion, y’all might squirt a lot, theyre going to push you boo. Yeah on this night they definitely want you crumbing under their seductive touch. Youre like their own personal pornstar in their eyes. Youre the only one who can show and give them so much pure love but then you also know how to get them off, they know how to get you off, fuck man, y’all just fucking get it! Youre so glowy in front of them, i feel like they’d express this to their family and friends about you, how you understand them and take time to appreciate them as a whole, this is your divine counterpart and oh theyre going to make you shy but i feel like i told y’all how much theyre going to enjoy you shaking and the way you climax from their touch, their mouth, their scent, the way theyre so attentive with you boo! Theyre going to give you what you want boo, I don’t think they could ever forget your sexy ass! Whispering sweet names in your ears as theyre trolling you, youre stroking them. Either way theyre going to take care of you and this is something they’d never regret, youre so precious and special to them omg! I love this for you guys, you deserve to feel good sexually and generally! You just deserve to feel good!

Thank you for reading my badass boss babes! I love you and have a good rest of your day/night/evening my angels! 🖤

how they see you before the act?

I feel like this is going to progress with your fs, your moods seem to be switching. At first theyre going to notice this feeling of unworthiness, youre coming off as a little insecure but i feel like it’s your mind tormenting you. And i wanted to do this pile last as well but then i was saying to myself that i need to let it flow and just push through your pile which is weird. But I’m getting that youre not ready, or you feel like it’s not the right time to do this. I feel like its may have to do with your body, anything youre insecure about, i think that’s what’s going to be bugging your brain. Give yourself some grace and don’t bully YOU. I can see that theyre going to realize that you want to take your time here, not move too quickly but then something happens where you throw that idea out the window. It’s like whatever you were thinking about so intently is going to dissipate and vanish from your mind. At first i was like awe whats going on pile 4 and then sweeter cards came out. I feel like you are going to remember that youre with the love of your life, so why take whatever is irritating get to you. I feel like they are just observing you and your slight mood swing. It doesn’t seem like it’s that big of a deal to you because you move forward from this tense thought process to where you just open yourself up and flow. I feel like you might’ve thought you were all alone at one point, maybe you guys will be out at some point during the night and they have to step away for a second so you feel a bit left out and your mind is just overthinking like crazy. But then youre subtly brought back to reality and acknowledge your FS presence. I feel like you’ll be okay, it was just a short period away from them. But once they come back into your eyesight it’ll fire you up. Youre just like “that’s my baby, my man, my woman, why the hell am i lowkey overreacting.” I don’t want to sound mean saying that but i feel like it shouldn’t be that big to you which you’ll soon figure out and remember who youre with. To loosen up i feel like you’ll be okay may drink a little, take the edge off and have a little buzz. I feel this may be new for you, being out with your partner like this, it makes you happy and you seem to feel at peace with them, but i feel like they’ll notice that youre a little frazzled without them near you. You may not be too familiar with this place or circumstance. But over time you’ll ease up and release that nagging fear.

Once you get into it yuh ;)

I feel like after you guys come home or go back to the place youre staying at, youre not going to be ready for what they have planned for you. I feel like theyre secretly a fucking freak, your person is trying to mask this fucking side to them but i feel like you and me see through this. Theyre hung up on you i know that for sure. There’s this vibe of them trying to keep cool, i just feel like theyre gonna fucking burst once they get you alone. I don’t think they’d be into anyone catching you two fucking. Like this is just between you and them and they fucking love it. I really feel this dude, your person is hiding their wild side for you. For some reason i feel like youre not even going to notice this until it hits you like a bucket of ice water. Theyre playing it cool but i feel like they have some things to say to you, you know like deliberately teasing you so you can beg and beg and cry out for more. I feel like they have spent the entire day/night/evening just adoring you and admiring your presence, you have this magnetic glow to you. While you two were out it’s like they were gazing at you and catching glances at you all night. Just being blue to walk by you and smell your fragrance, it’s like they like how you enhance their senses. The way your body feels on theirs, how your skin touches. How they taste your lips when you kiss and when they kiss you in other places. I’m just feeling like you guys are my more peaceful pile but at the same time you’re a silent freak. But only for this person, you only have one person in mind and it’s them! You two seem to be inseparable, like that’s your best friend and lover in one, you two understand the way the other ticks and how you two operate together and on your own. I feel like with your love together, yo both will be able to overcome anything. There’s this sappy feeling where the two of you can just forget about everything together. I feel like they want to just pamper you all night, youre their precious angel and theyre about to do some filthy ass things to your being but in a more loving way. I feel like sex with them takes you to another level, where you just feel so comfortable around them. Comfy enough to show off your heavy desire, like not being able to get your clothes off quickly so you just rip it off. They have this commanding dominating sexual energy to them, your FS will for sure turn you on so you wont have to worry about that part. They have this presence where you’d gladly get on all fours and crawl to them. Where you get on your knees as soon as they demand you, i feel like your ears are sharp around them, like you listen to their commands. Yeah youre giving off “daddies little princess” i find that so cute omgee! I was just thinking to myself, these two are going to be fucking verbal and i forgot my one card came out. “Words of affirmation” and I’m listening to this song where she’s confessing and these words keep sticking out to ne “all my love is yours” “tell me you feel the same” and i feel like your both will be reassuring each other as they are inside of you just stroking you slow and pumping you or you them. Hahahaha, this fucking card got me.

That’s how they’ll get your ass i feel, through their words. What they say to you verbally, like i really feel like theyre going to be a god when it comes to dirty talk. You know that tightening feeling when you get more and more aroused while you pleasure yourself or someone’s pleasuring you. Yes boo! That’s how their words will make you feel. All gooey and gushy inside and outside haha. Have you fucking leaking so much from how theyre stimulating you. This pile seems to be into the senses and feeling everything, not letting one body part go unnoticed. This gets them going man like now I’m just fucking feeling it. I really feel they want to hear your voice “tell daddy what you want.” Bitch okay!!! You better let them fucking know omg!! Seeing your pussy/dick wet with all of their cum, omg, you guys are like soft freaks it’s so weird. But i know you’d get it with them when the time comes. But that’s the thing that will send you over the edge, their (knowledge) their words, how they speak to you, because you know everyone’s tone is different. But i can see theyre sending their princess/prince over the edge with verbal communication. I feel like theyre sending their also enjoy seeing you walk around like a diva, coming off a little sassy and taking-no-bs you know. Youre not dumb, but this person makes you go a lil stupid and that’s not meant in a bad way either so don’t take that personally!! Theyre just going to have you cum drunk, that’s the best way to put it haha. “I like that dick when it’s deep in my gutttss” the feeling of you two wrapped up and engulfed in each other. It’s so tender and so sweet but then you feel their fucking intensity behind that wall they’ve put up. I feel like theyre going to love the attention you get and i feel like that kind of makes you uncomfortable but then you lean into it, at the end of the day though, youre only into one person. And they are so into you as well, I’m telling you, it doesn’t matter the other people that try and make passes at you or them because they are just coming off as hot stuff, their Aura can attract any type of person so i feel like that’s why they may have that wall up, its just a general boundary for strangers or anyone tbh. Okay this person is fucking wild, and i knew it! They get off to the thought of you at this point. Youre all up in their head, so when the time comes it’s like theyre ready to give back to you and pleasure you with oral sex. I feel like theyre sending their really like to watch your back and how you move back on them. Watching your booty jiggle up and down on them in reverse cowgirl and spanking you while you ride them. They seem to also like anal as well if youre comfortable with it. The tight feeling sucking them omg! But even with them taking you from behind, i can see that theyre going to love the OG positions as well, like watching your face and how you react to the way theyre pounding you in missionary, your legs wrapped around them clingy onto their body tightly. But they seem to really love your bum area, looking at how you spread yourself open for them as they fucking watch you. The observant lil man in them is just going nuts, like youre driving them crazy but they have crazy control over themselves. I feel like theyre like to cling onto you from the back because it’s like theyre hovering over you, protecting their innocent princess/prince as they pound into you so tenderly and with much passion. Even with you sitting on their face, licking up and down your ass/balls/pussy, just everywhere. They want to be smothered in between your cheeks. I feel they just love the natural beauty of sex, every part of it, even when it gets kinda filthy. Theyre into the humanness of sex and how it’s just a part of life. Embracing their desires with their most beloved human who seems to be made just for them. I u feel they just show you so much love through the way they make love to you.

I forgot but they may want to double stuff you like an Oreo, you know put it in both holes or even bring in a friend for dp, whatever floats your boat guys boats, but I feel like seeing you plugged is sexy as hell to them. Having you moan so loud they’d need to cover your mouth, I feel like this will all surprise you, “I never knew you had it like this.” “You can be my daddy if you want to” lmao I’m done haha.

Thank you for reading this pac and i hope you have such a blessed life, embrace this and I’m wishing you lots of love. Mwah 🤍

- how they see you before the act? -

Pile 555? Are you guys my impatient crew? Haha. Your person definitely knows that you’ve been holding out for some time, they can see you even a bit stubborn in your way of thinking about this entire night. I feel like they’re going to see how you’re forcefully keeping yourself at bay with them. You know whats about to happen (well not everything) but you have this idea of whats in store for you on this night. Like most of the piles in this PAC, you guys are going to be away on a private trip, it can be anywhere and this could happen at anytime whenever you guys get together. Youre coming off a little hard to budge, i feel like you guys will make this person show you. Instead of it being all talk again, you are going to want them to take that action and physically show you how much they’ve been craving you. This is obviously your person and i feel like theyre going to be used to this behavior from you. But when they do, i feel like your lil bratty ass is going to test their patience. It’s like the both of you will have to play this little game of who’s going to give in first. I was going back and forth with you guys pile. I don’t know, i wanted to scrap it altogether but then there was this hope that sparked. And i feel like it may be a little similar to you guys situation too. Like you guys are going over this again and again, thinking if you should stay a little hopeful about this time away together and another thing is there’s this separation, but I don’t really feel that its too physical, like it can be but it also feels like youre a little emotionally blocked off from them. This is making me think that you two have been busy busy busy with everyday life and you guys have a difficult time spending quality time alone together. That’s why when you both see each other and put away all of these outside distractions, the impatience may also be with wanting to jump right into the sex. Instead of engaging in foreplay, you guys rush into it. But then I don’t feel like that might fully happen. I feel like you may have to mask your sexual drive, this pile is ready to fucking go and get it done but then the two of you may just realize its better to go at a slower pace so you can both feel into this sensation. There’s this unspoken agreement with them, by the way they look at you, youre going to fall under this spell that’s curated just for you. I feel like they are going to see you release that initial judgement and give into this situation. I also feel Ike this night is going to catch you off guard. You are not going to see whats coming, i feel like youre really confident in knowing how this will all unfold but uh uh boo. It’s giving a lot of unexpected surprises. Even this night may feel like a big ole surprise you didn’t expect to indulge in. Yeah this is for sure going to make you re-think the way you were behaving with them.

- once y’all get into it yuh -

Okay i know this is the before but i have to mention before we get into this, your person is going to TAKE CARE OF YOU! You guys may feel like they aren’t paying attention to whats going on between the two of you, but they are fucking watching you. This person feels so controlled with their emotions, but when you both have sex, it’s going to get them all flustered with lust. Side note - i feel like they may love to eavesdrop on you when youre alone, theyre really giving off voyeur vibes, they seem to enjoy this, seeing you get all worked up over them. But even though they may love you all bossy and sassy, they still know that they are the ones in charge here, youre their lil pup? Omg okay haha…i feel like theyre saying that because of how precious your energy is and how they see you as well. Babe, this person seems to love that teasing, the two of you making suggestive gestures towards one another, your teasing may be more intentional than theirs, bc of the way you know their secret spots that only you can hit. I feel like youre also gonna like the way they either feel inside of you or the other way around. Babeeee, this person and damn near every pile here, got some heavy kinkiness within em, like they like to order you around and put you in your place, but that’s also gonna be a big trigger for you. I don’t think them being all dominant will move you that much so you get bratty and challenge them ex “oh yeah, you think___ is gonna make me fold?” Along the lines of that, you seem controlled as well. “Open up your heart, so I can come on in.” This is heavy but connecting deeper through this whole act, not even the sex, but the foreplay, how you guys tease and make each other laugh yeah, its playful, like you don’t take the teasing so personally. I feel like you know they love you, but you still have those doubts if it’s as much as they love you, and i know we don’t need people to fulfill us. But youre going to be feeling like this is your fucking soulmate and id be shocked if it wasn’t, and i mean your SOULmate! Your true divine counterpart you seem to meet in diff lifetimes. “Don’t be shy lets go and fall in love and run into to the dark and touch the moon above.” Jungle lady by lion babe <3 theyre going to know youre their special lover, it’s a n emotion that you wouldn’t be able to re-create with just anyone. You have this beautiful bond with your partner, i feel like y’all are both best friends and lovers, someone who teaches you, helps you slow down, they SEE you, like theyre attentive and love to pay attention to you. I can just see them in awe of nothing you do even if you may find it cringey. They don’t fucking care, as long as youre there with them. I can see that they’ll love your chest area, the movements of you riding them, how they’ll jiggle and hang when youre in doggy (flip it if youre the masc) the judgement card again omg, why is this making me feel like your partner is literally going to awaken something within you that just alters your reality on this night.

It’s like a mind-shattering orgasm filled with so much passion that’s so pure, the two of you are pouring into one another, literally and figuratively. I wouldn’t be surprised if they or you just burst inside and the other person automatically matches their orgasm. I feel like this person wants you in every position where they can see your face, something about paying attention to the way you react to the way they are pleasuring you. Say its doggy, they are going to pull your body up so they feel your back on their front and turn your face towards them to kiss you, lick up on you and basically glare at you, its some sort of domination where they’ll let you have your fun and even have your own way, but there’s always a lingering knowing that they are the one in ultimate control. Didn’t i say you seem controlled and a little mysterious to them. All of these positions i can see here are the ones that make your partner fucking come undone. I feel like that’s what they want with you to see your ass break down. Hell after youre done, you get up from the bed, struggling to keep your legs from giving out. You on top is a must, y’all this is fucking crazy because i was about so say, they may even love when you smother their face w your pussy/ass/dick, squatting on them and my “sit on my face” card is out and glowing haha. Yeah, theyre going to want to taste that beautiful cake you got them feigning over. Theyre so in love with you baby. “Love you love you love you ove you” angel by massive attack is in my head. I told you they see you as preciousssss, an adorable little fuck doll hahahahahaa! See they are going to be so subtle and give off this fucking Rico suave energy, and see they know you can take care of yourself. Remember i was talking about them watching you through a cracked door pleasuring yourself, probably because you know how to do it better if youre in touch with your body and the way you like to self-pleasure. But i feel like they may want you to let them into that session too, like one day you let them barge in and watch you for a little bit but then you let em take over, claiming you, and they don’t want you to shy away from them either.

See you guys are so fricken playful with each other, like playing this game of pretend, as if you don’t want it and then they could be acting all nonchalant but that energy is hanging in the air and you let them devour you. But they’d want to hear this, to listen to you vocalize your wants, “don’t get all shy on me now.” Tell them boo, you betta, tell they ass what it is your want and need from them, theyre going to like that shit boo. Omg my other card “cum together with me?” Yesss!!!, bro i am missing this shit and I believe you will too, youre gonna be like “when the fuck did___happen.” “You said that really?” Like in a fucking daze, hahah literally a fucking-daze, theyre going to be whispering that nasty shit in your ears. “Grind on it.” Y’all omg! “I know you love me and baby Im madly in love with you.” Just connecting in so many different ways. Pinning your face into the mattress or wherever you are, that deep rough fucking omg, no wonder i wanted to warn y’all and tell u guys about the after-care. If you don’t enjoy your sex life now, you wont have to worry when you meet them, theyre really going to fucking fulfill you. I feel like some partners you’ve been with may have been selfish, so that’s why you may be a little clouded and closed off not trusting their intentions and then they’d make up for it with so much attention. You might get really shy, omg yes it’s all making sense, Im so sorry for the way Im channeling, it’s fucking crazy today haha. But yes ye yes of course baby boo, no wonder why you’d be a little closed off and oh man, they gon love it but also love seeing you watch with them. I know it’s filthy, but the thought of them and you in missionary, watching how theyre sliding in and out of you. This night feels like youre gonna get more than fucking filthy, so nasty and nice that you feel like you have to cleanse your aura from “sinning” (Im joking you guys, its fine to enjoy healthy expressions of sex with your partner hehe…you better embrace it on your own too, get in touch with you and understand what you like and don’t, i feel that they’d love this, hearing those sweet words come out of your mouth informing them, and they gonna be taking a whole bunch of mental notes lol. ) oh yeah and even though y’all may want to rush which i feel is you more pile 5, they are going to want to take the night slow and work on like every part of that body, getting into your mind and soul. This feels really fucking magical, two sparkly flames coming together, there’s going to be an elevation here with you two.

Im wishing you guys the best, be patient baby, and know they LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU! This is your mate babe, haha, mating press? You better be careful lmao! But only if you don’t want any lil ones <333) 🖤

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It was supposed to be the answer to an anon ask “Can we see Asra as a parent ?” but I accidentally deleted it ^^;;;;

I drew the first (Proud Asra carrying his bb) then I got carried away a bit XD

Anyway, I hope you like it anon (=｀ω´=)

oral fixation

paiting: Bucky Barnes x Reader

rating: Explicit

summary: Your newest kink throws you—and Bucky—for a loop.

warnings: fluff, smut, ball worship, suckin’ on those nuts

A/N: OKAY TAKE TWO, BECAUSE MY FORMATTING WAS BOOTYASS—okay, i really have no excuse, nor am i gonna give one. @angrythingstarlight​​ and @sweeterthanthis​​ are partially at fault for my new obsession, lmfao. originally this was gonna be like… 1.5k words, but here we are at 3,464, so… that’s short for me 😂 thank you all for reading, and as always, comments and reblogs are appreciated and welcomed! This is a work of FICTION, and it contains Adult themes, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk! MINORS, DNI!

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Something is wrong with you—it’s gotta be. There’s no reasonable explanation for your latest fixation, and honestly it would be ten times easier to blame Bucky if he was even remotely at fault. But for once, he actually isn’t. For once, this fantasy isn’t born from the filth that spills from his lips when he’s bottoming out inside your pussy, or while his cock spasms as he shoots down your throat. No, for once, this one is all you. 

Today is the day. You think, massaging shampoo determinedly into your wild hair as you stand beneath the shower stream. Today is the day I stop fantasizing about my boyfriend’s balls.  

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… No words to describe this epic post.

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