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Can i pls request some face sitting headcanons for bllk guys? Specifically Sae, Rin, Shido, Oliver and Bachira solely because i think they're the nastiest 😆🫣 thank God!

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🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ face sitting with blue lock boys! ~

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐒𝐀𝐄 & 𝐑𝐈𝐍. 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔. 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀.

cw — gn!reader. afab!reader. so much oral sex. edging. overstimulation. spanking. spitting. squirting. full on tongue fucking. denied orgasms. pervy behavior. shidou being an animal.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : FUCK—this too me way too long to finish, but here it is! apologies nonnie for taking forever ;-;

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

slow n steady always wins the race. a motto sae keeps firm when it comes to sex, no matter what he’s doing. when it comes to oral though..god. the agonizing drag of his tongue while he holds you by your hips, moving them against his mouth as he kissed your sensative clit before prodding his tongue against your hole. everytime you try to speed up your pace, his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips and waist to keep you in your place. he might as well be edging the fuck out of you until you finally feel the knot snap in two and gush all over your boyfriend’s mouth. sae, bedroom eyes and all, would admire your fucked out face and trembling body before flipping you onto your back and continuing where he left off. safe to say, you aren’t getting out of his grip until you squirted every last drop.

“s-sae..quit being a tease..” you stuttered, trying your hardest not to buck your hips. if it wasn’t for sae’s strength, you would’ve gone wild and full on rode his face like a madman. his whole arms wrapped around your thighs, gripping tighter then usual while he switched from your clit to your sensitive pussy. sae’s sharp, jade eyes staring up at yours. his pupils were blown with a burning desire all too clear to you, as if his tongue movements didn’t say enough. god, he was a patient one and it was getting on your last nerves. a thought he promptly smacked you out of with a simple strike to the ass.

“paitience, darling. or i’ll leave you like this, i can’t stand whiny whores who get greedy.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

rin is more needier then his older brother, encouraging your carnal desires and egging you on as you rode his face as fast n hard as you please. the guy was basically making out with your cunt, open mouthed kisses and his tongue prying through your pussy had you gripping on the headboards or his hair. his hands roamed your body as he pleased, tracing his fingers against your stomach up to your sensitive nipples where he pinched and squeezed between his fingertips. don't think he'll stop either! long after you squirt all over his mouth, he'll only pull away just to take one long look at your fucked out face before he dives right back in again. rin gets pussydrunk a bit too easily, but why complain?

“rin..m-more, please..! i need more!” you begged and pleaded with a whine ripped straight from the jugular as you grinding your pussy against your boyfriend’s mouth. rin cracked open his eyes, through the blurred chaos, he admired your fucked out expression as you clung onto the wooden headboard for dear fuckin’ life. it was all too addictive to simple get off, how desperate and downright pussydrunk this man was, it’d be too cruel to pull away now! your thought process only strengthened when rin began to tug away at your sensative and soaked nipples from when he was mouthing at them earlier. he simply couldn’t get enough.

“stay with me..please, fuck! jus’ a little more, you can do that for me? please..?”

₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐈

so much of a sloppy eater, it’s downright disgusting. shidou’s hands are unpredictable, switching from caressing and squishing the soft flesh of your ass to swatting away at it with quick strikes. don’t get me started on his oral anticts. this man is fucking eating away at your poor pussy, flicking his tongue against your sore clit while suckin’ n kissing at your abused hole. you couldn’t even move your hips with how much he’d just forced you down onto his mouth again, thus you had to sit there and simply take what he gives you, and god, the noises. besides your own moans and sobs for him to slow down, shidou’s downright animalistic growls and groans fill your ears and go straight into your cunt. don’t think he’s done either after you squirt into his mouth, oh no no! he’ll only push you onto your back with the hopes of you crushing his head with your thighs. he can’t get enough of you.

“haah..ah..r-ryu..” was all you could mutter out of your sore throat. after much whining and sobbing from the overstimulation, you could only make small noises of pleasure while shidou ate away like a man on death row. lapping up the remains of your last orgasm, he pried and pried at your hole until you swore he was tongue fucking you. grabbing fist fulls of his blonde hair only fueled the maniac to fuckin’ nip at your clit, an action that forced another intense orgasm out of your abused cunny and soaked his face even more then before. you could feel a smirk form of his lips before he landed a barrage of sharp slaps onto the flesh of your ass, dragging you out of your euphoric afterglow in time to feel his tongue pushing itself back in.

“c’mon sugar, don’t lose me now! we’re just getting started..! now, keep those pretty legs open..”

₊˚ෆ 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐔

mister aiku here pays attention to both puss and ass with glee. when he told you to sit on his face, he meant it. there's nowhere that his mouth didn't touch, meaning you couldn't run from this man either. similar to shidou, he eats like a starved animal in front of a piece of meat. fingers pumping you full while he pays special attention to your poor clit with the occasional nips that would have you mewling and whining like a bitch in heat. but sadly, he's a greedy bastard when it comes to sex, pulling away right before you could have you sweet orgasm. heterochrome eyes staring daggers at your fucked out face while you pleaded for him to let you cum. you were almost in tears when oliver finally stuffed your twitching cunt with his fingers once again and went to town on your clit again. did i mention he pays attention to ass? that poor thing was covered in handprints and crecent shaped dents from how hard he was grabbing it. maybe, even a little bite mark for good measure.

“oliverrrr!” you whined out. "let me cum already! pleasee!" through tears, you could still see that bastard's shit eating grin. he was fucking enjoying this, getting off at your desperation while you bucked your hips at nothing. down there, oliver was enjoying the show he put together for himself and himself alone. his thumb ghosting over your neglected clit, his eyes flicking up to your own, pleading ones. you looked like a kicked puppy who didn’t get it’s owner’s attention, just like how oliver liked you. a shit eating grin stretched across his lips as he promptly gave your ass a hard slap before finger fucking your cunny at a furious pace. the noises it made sounded straight out of a porno as the pro player flicked his tongue around your clitty. it was all too much to handle at once, or so you claimed. you knew damn well oliver could see right through your teary eyes, and sniff out your disgusting, whorish fantasy.

“keep cryin’ like that and i’ll stop again, you hear me? i know you can pretty thing..i fuckin’ know you can.”

₊˚ෆ 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

what a pervert, a proud one at that too! he couldn’t keep his grabby hands to himself all day, something the grew more and more dangerously obvious as the day went on. sneaky hands up your skirt or down your pants, gentle squeezes on your inner thighs inching too close to your wet cunt. the final straw was when you caught him trying to look up your skirt/down your loose pants. dragging him all the way home where he couldn’t even wait to get to the bed and pushed you against the wall, kneeling in front of you while patting his cheek eagerly. clinging onto whatever door frame or counter was nearby as bachira pressed open mouthed, tongue heavy kisses against your spread pussy. he was a messy eater as well, going as far as to even spit on your cunny before diving back in with the intention of drowning in your juices. bachira was full on obsessed. nothing could tear him away from your cunny, no matter how hard you yanked his hair or tried to push his head away. he’ll always come back for more!

“o-oh god..bachira, baby..!” you sighed, clasping a hand over your mouth in a feeble attempt to not alarm the neighbors. bachira quickly noticed and yanked your hand away, staring up at you with the same crazed look he had all day. he didn’t tear his eyes off of you, forcing to maintain eye contact with him as he licked and macked with your ruined cunt. your knees felt weaker and weaker, probably because of the last orgasms your monster of a boyfriend gave you, yet he just refuses to quit! not the stinging pain of you gripping his hair or even your efforts to straight up push him away so he doesn’t suffocate to death in your pussy. bachira, in retaliation, forced your wrists against the wall and gives your cunt a mean spat. you flinched in shock, watching as he simply goes back to eating you out like a madman. fuck, thank god you made it home in time.

“don’t shy away from me! i’m only getting started, my love..don’t you want me to please you? hm?”

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Say what you want, but amber is smoking hot.

Deep' s a drunkin fool !

AMBER HEARD as MAUREEN The Playboy Club - Episode 1

like lovers entwined

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: polyamorous relationship, cozy morning sex, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), double penetration (kinda), all the sweetness for our favorite birthday boy

word count: 1.5K

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author's note: just wanted to write a little something sweet and cutesy (and sexy and a little filthy, as i do) for ruff's special day. fair warning: not proofread. all mistakes are the fault of my silly brain.

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You wake up to Nick pressed against you. It’s so cold in the room–thanks, Noah–but he’s so warm, the length of his body pressed close against your back, arm slung over the two of you.

You feel at ease here, in bed with your boys; you feel surrounded by them, your absolute favorite thing. Being sandwiched between them always feels at once grounded and floaty. You pull the blanket up higher and settle back against Nick’s front, pulling Noah in. Nick stirs a little, holding the both of you closer, not rushing. Noah wiggles himself back into you, warm and solid and still sound asleep.

“What are you doing, sweet girl?” Nick asks, placing kisses to your bare skin. You can hear him breathing heavy, a little ragged, warm breaths ghosting over the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You realize you’ve been mindlessly wriggling yourself back against him as you feel him getting harder against you, getting wetter for him. The arm he had slung over Noah moves behind your body, down between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your center through your panties. “I said, what are you doing, sweet girl?”

“Birthday present?” you offer, gasping when his fingers push your panties to the side, dragging through your folds.

“You’re so wet for me already,” he praises, pressing into your clit briefly and dragging back down, ghosting over your entrance, pulling a moan from you. “Birthday present, huh?”

He pulls his hand away and you almost whine, complaints ready on your lips until his fingers are notching under the waistband of your panties. “Nicky,” you whisper, taking his hand in yours and helping him get them off of you. You feel him press close to you again, hard and insistent against your back.

“What did you have in mind?” he asks, kissing and nipping at your neck. His fingers are back and you’re shaking, twitching, needing him. “You know how I love your birthday presents.”

You didn’t have anything in mind–you hadn’t even thought of this before you woke up, aching for him–for his touch, his mouth, his cock. Anything he has to offer you. “You decide,” you say. “Your birthday. You pick.”

“Generous girl,” he says, cock notching at your entrance, drawing a gasp from you. You close your legs around him as he drags his cock through you, teasing your slit, but he pulls back when you groan. “Lie on your back and hitch your leg up over Noah. Be careful, though–you wouldn’t want to wake our sleeping beauty.” 

You do as he asks, settling flat on your back and draping a leg over Noah’s hip. Nick is crawling between your legs and doesn’t give you a moment before his mouth closes around your clit, two fingers in your cunt. The stretch burns, just slightly, momentarily. Your responding moan is louder than you intended, and Nick is up in a moment, clamping a hand over your mouth to quiet you. “You’ll wake him up if you’re not careful. Do you want to wake him up?”

You can’t help but laugh, giggles muffled by Nick’s palm. You nod, feeling his grin against your neck before he bites down, fingers curling inside you.

“Go ahead. Wake him up, then.”

You hitch your leg higher over Noah, dragging him closer towards you. Your legs are spread so wide, you’re tempted to feel shame by the obscenity of it. Nick settles back down, closes his mouth around you again and swirls his tongue, fingers delving deep—your gasp is automatic. Noah stirs, turning to face you when you cry out again, louder. His eyes focus on you, narrowing when he realizes what’s happening. 

“Starting without me?” he asks, and you can’t speak—not when Nick’s fucking you so thoroughly with his fingers, not when Noah sneaks a hand under your sleep shirt, grazing a finger over your nipple, teasing it between his thumb and index finger. “Sneaky girl, trying to get the birthday boy all to yourself. That’s not fair.”

“I woke you—” you start, breaking off into a gasp when Nick brushes over that perfect fucking spot inside you, the slightest graze of teeth over your clit, an edge of pain with your pleasure. “I woke you up, didn’t I?”

“Before he got his cock in you and everything, lucky me,” Noah says, kissing your neck to distract you as his hand moves lower, fingers replacing Nick’s mouth on your clit–Nick’s mouth moving lower, too, licking inside you, between his two fingers. “Who are you this wet for, baby?” Noah asks, teasing you. “It’s for Nicky, huh?” you nod, groaning, no use in sugarcoating it. “I know. He really knows how to use his mouth, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” you gasp, settling further into the bed, closing your eyes and focusing solely on the way their hands feel. The way Nick’s mouth feels. The way it may be a little bit dramatic, but you feel almost like you could ascend to heaven with the way that it all feels so good and so much. “God, Nick, that feels so good.”

“What about me?” Noah asks, humor clear in his tone. Nick laughs and the vibration goes straight through you, making you grind your hips down into both of them. “What do you want to do with her, Nicky? You think she’s ready for your cock?”

You groan desperately, dizzied as always by the way they talk about you like you’re not there, while they’re touching you–clearly very aware of your presence. “Why don’t you ask her, baby?”

“Seems ready to me,” Noah says, dipping two fingers into you alongside Nick’s. The stretch is so good your vision blacks. “Look at my fingers, Nick, they’re fucking sopping,” he adds, and you have half a mind to be embarrassed. They wouldn’t want you to be, so you push it away. “If she’s not ready, I can be.”

He’s joking. Kind of. You know he’d take your place in a moment.

“I think a lot of that is my spit, actually,” Nick offers, bringing a hand down hard against your tummy to keep you from squirming when you laugh. “And her pussy. She’s soaked.”

“Are you ready for him?” Noah asks–he doesn’t even finish asking before you’re nodding your head and squirming. “Fuck, yes, I knew it.”

Nick stands, sliding his pj pants down his legs. Your mouth waters as you get a good look at him. Noah is at his side in a moment, taking Nick in his hand and kissing him, hard, on the mouth. They whisper into each other’s mouths, giggling before kissing again. You wish you could hear what they’re saying, but you have a good enough idea. Something sweet, something filthy, and you’re wetter and squirmy just imagining it.

Nick crawls over you, hiking your legs up around his hips. Noah brackets your side, arm gentle and wandering over your torso. When Nick’s cock breaches your entrance, you gasp, the stretch so delicious and always a little bit too much, to start. But so good. Too good.

When you whine, Nick kisses across your face to soothe you. Noah’s hand travels down, middle finger playing across your clit. You’re so close already from all that time they spent on you. You have to squeeze your eyes shut, focus on lasting a little longer for them, but it goes a little out the window when Noah’s hand moves lower, two fingers sliding into you alongside Nick.

“Oh, fuck,” Nick moans, at the same time that you gasp out Noah’s name.

The stretch is too much, maybe, it pulls you away from the edge until he curls his fingers, taking you closer and closer until you’re not sure how much longer you can stand it.

“Oh god, I’m so close. Please,” you moan, grinding yourself down onto Nick’s cock, into Noah’s fingers. At the press of Noah’s thumb at your clit, it’s instant. You reach your end with a wail and Nick fucks you through it, Noah pressing soft kisses to your neck until they can tell you’re oversensitive.

When Nick pulls out, Noah is on him in a moment. He licks a palm, wrapping a hand around Nick and another around himself. They kiss, lost in their world–it has the power to make you feel left out, ignored, but you love watching them with each other. You love watching their care and softness, the way they can read each other so well. 

When Noah cums, burying his face in Nick’s neck and whimpering; when Nick does, painting his own belly and gaze shifting to you, pretty eyes sparkling–you don’t feel left out at all.

They bracket your sides again, pressing kisses to your cheek. It almost feels like your birthday.

“Happy birthday, Nicky,” you say, tangling a hand in his hair and kissing him. Noah echoes the sentiment, leaning over your body to do the same.

“We’re sleeping in today,” Nick says, resting his head on your chest and swinging an arm over Noah, pulling him closer. “Y’all wore me the fuck out.”

Sir… Please… Like Come On How Is Someone Allowed To Be So Fucking Gorgeous?! I Love This Man So Much He Just Makes Me Feel Things…

Like… He’s Just So Damn Fine! How Can Someone Be So Fucking Perfect And So Beautiful?!

He Really Is…

❤️🥵🔥