#Moan amongst the Moons

[vibrantsees]

Using an eyewash bath/cap as a water container (top left).

So meta☆literal.

#pluto aquarius #sex positive #transformative #change is needed #Fuck for good #Grow for The Stars #Moan amongst the Moons

[mochinomnoms]

La luna enamorada with prompt 4 please? Romantic Nsfw with azul

azul ashengrotto x gn!reader [tags] — nsfw, romantic, underwater sex, octomer!Azul [wc} - 852 prompt 4 “You made a few sounds I've never heard before.” song: la luna enamorada (Kali Uchis, “Sin Miedo (del Amor y Otros Demonios)”) note - kinda sequel to the last azul request? I couldn't resist the reference, with this one being about the moon and the last about the sun francesca (1k event)

“Vive la luna enamorada (wadalupa, wadalupa) / Y al contemplarla en su mirada (wa-la-la-la-la-la-la) / Me hace soñar”*

“Mmh! Azul, that feels so—oh gooood~” You let out a high-pitched squeal as Azul’s many arms curled and groped around your body, one in particular squeezing on your abdomen as he worked his spade-shaped tentacle in you. It pressed down as he pressed up against the sensitive spot inside you, forcing an extra burst of pleasure to course through your veins. 

You opened your eyes, still crying out, to gaze at Azul and reach out to him for a kiss. If it wasn’t for the glowing blue of his eyes, you’d be unable to see anything.

Azul had the prettiest blue eyes you’ve ever seen. You told him once that his name in your language from home meant blue, and asked if it was intentional to name after one of his many, pretty features. 

He turned a light purple as he blushed, rolling his (pretty) eyes at your comment as he mentioned that names based on colors were common in the sea.

They reminded you of an aquamarine, and they glowed too! Whenever you two would make a trip to visit Azul’s mom, in a deep part of the Coral Sea, his eyes would shine in the dark like the moon at night. 

He often called you his sunlight. You’d often tell him that if you were the sun, then he was your moon. And you loved your moon and his pretty blue gaze.

The glow of his eyes, the glow of the stripes and freckles on his body, he was your pretty moon under the sea. You relied on him, both metaphorically and figuratively. After all, it was rare to see a human so far out in the deep sea, a quick, and easy snack for anyone to take. It’s a good thing that you had him to be your moonlight, seeing as you were in a very vulnerable position. 

“Aaaaaah~ Azul! Too much, too much!” You squealed, digging your nails into the skin of his shoulders as he continued to fuck you well past your limit. Azul, on the other hand, was looking at you with those glowing eyes, filled with desire and greed. 

“Mm, it’s alright Angelfish, you can take it, can’t you?” He cooed, his hands caressing your cheeks as he wiped away the tears falling from your eyes. 

“I love—gasp—the way you squeeze around me. Do you enjoy it too?” Azul breathlessly chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your neck into his shoulder to muffle your cries. 

“Hah, I felt that, you do, don’t you? You like me ruining you, don’t you?” 

You nodded rapidly, wrapping your arms and legs to Azul to clutch onto him for dear life as his tentacle moved faster, focusing on your sweet spot as it pistoned in and out. Azul watched in awe as you threw your head back and wailed, chanting out his name amongst your moans and cries. 

He watched as you shook again for the nth time, cooing as you slumped into his many arms from exhaustion. Azul peppered kisses against your neck, pausing over the pulse point on your neck. From his lips, he could feel the rapid beating of your heart as he suckled. You flinched as the tentacle in you slowly slid out, the rest of his arms curling around your body to hold you. 

Finally feeling him pull away from you, you opened your eyes to lovingly watch as he licked his lips, eyes drawing up and down your body to admire the marks he’d made. His eyes met yours, an aquamarine glow beholding you. 

He really was your pretty moon. 

“Aha, what?” Azul tilted his head, raising a brow and smiling as he cradled you closer. Azul slowly floated down to rest against the stonewall of the sea cave, letting you rest into him in a fetal position. “I’m your moon, hm?” 

Realizing that you’d spoken out loud, you hid your blushing face into his neck, smiling against his smooth skin. The freckles on his body were glowing a soft purple, brightening as you pressed a chaste, sweet kiss to his shoulder. 

“Yeah,” You held his left hand, fiddling with the silver wedding band on his finger. “My moon, mine mine mine…”

Azul let out a musical chuckle, bringing said hand up to kiss it. “You say the strangest things sometimes, my dear. Though…”

He rubbed his nose against your own, a teasing smirk on his lips. 

“You also made a few sounds I’ve never heard before~” You clicked your tongue as he continued purring teasing remarks into your ear. “And the way you said my name? How delightful, I could hear you moan my name like that for ages~”

The two of you shared a laugh as you bashfully hid into his neck again, basking in each other’s presence before you inevitably would have to return to the Ashengrotto residence. No doubt Azul’s mother was wondering where you two had gone off. 

Though, with the way Azul was staring at you, you think she could wait a few more minutes. If just to stay under his aquamarine gaze. 

*translation: “The moon lives in love (Ah-ah-ah) / And when I contemplate its gaze (wa-la-la-la-la-la-la) / It makes me dream (Ah-ah-ah)”

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[pimosworld]

Blueberry Pancakes

Moon knight system x f!reader

Summary- You’re frustrated with Jake not being apart of your relationship so you take matters into your own hands.

CW-NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Depictions of DID, Smut, mentions of sex, Unprotected piv,fingering,rough sex,slight dom Jake, piv cream pie,cum,light angst, fluff.

Please let me know in the comments if I missed any warnings.

WC-3k

Not beta-read

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You slowly blink open your eyes taking in the soft morning light of the flat you share with your boyfriend-boyfriends. You’ve been spoiled by Marc and Steven for a year now and you couldn’t be happier. The sweet smell of blueberry pancakes wafts amongst the flat and you can’t help the bittersweet feeling that consumes you.

Jake makes you blueberry pancakes.

Despite doing all the things a loving, caring boyfriend does- he refuses to front. A simple hi and bye is the most you’ve gotten out of him. It shouldn’t bother you really, you have two wonderful men that kiss the ground you walk on. You can’t help but wonder why he doesn’t think he deserves to be a part of this the way Marc and Steven are.

You're pulled from your thoughts as the door to the bathroom opens and you're graced with the sight of Marc stalking towards you only wrapped in a towel. His broad shoulders and chest are still dripping with water from the shower. He leans down and places a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.”

You smile up at him feeling slightly guilty. You secretly hope one of these mornings it’s Jake emerging from the bathroom still glistening from the shower, he climbs into bed and fucks you like his life depends on it and you both enjoy those sweet blueberry pancakes together.

“Prince Charming made you pancakes again.” He says sarcastically as he makes his way to the closet to get dressed.

It seems to be a sore subject for Marc as you think back to the first time he made them. Marc excused himself from the table as you moaned into every bite. You didn’t miss the way he glared into his reflection in the toaster while he stood in the kitchen waiting for you to finish.

“You know I love you and you make the best omelet.” You say as you make your way out of bed and wrap him in a tight hug from behind.

“Yes but you don’t sound like we’re fucking when you eat my omelet.”

You nip at his back and smack his ass on your way out of the bedroom. As much as he calls you a brat he definitely has his moments.

You make your way to the kitchen to enjoy your breakfast before you have to head to work. As you sit down to take your first bite you feel Marc’s eyes on you. You look up from your plate and see him with arms crossed and a smirk on his gorgeous face. You cock your head to the side and take a slow bite stifling a moan, because now is not the time.

“Are you going to watch me eat the whole thing?” You say playfully as you watch him make his way to the coffee maker that Jake got ready for Marc-because you prefer tea.

He doesn’t respond right away so you think this is as good a time as any to bring up what’s been bothering you.

“Why won’t he spend time with me?”

Marc groans and rubs a hand over his face. “I’ve already told you, please just leave it alone.”

“Is he listening now?”

“No sweetheart.” Yes cariño

“Well if you could tell him, I really really love pancakes.”

“Sure thing.” Marc says with slight annoyance.

****

You turn the key to enter your flat and as you open the door you're greeted with the sight of your boyfriend on the couch pecking at you over the bridge of his reading glasses.

“Hey love.” Steven smiles sweetly at you as he sets his book on the coffee table. “How was your day?” He always directed his full attention at you, as if you were the moon and the stars.

“It was fine.” You say rather unconvincing.

“Oh just fine,that won’t do.” He pats the seat next to him on the couch. “Come have a seat, let's talk.”

You make your way over to the couch and sit down and he grabs your legs placing them in his lap as you lean your back on the opposite arm rest. He takes your heels off one by one and begins rubbing your aching feet.

“I know you had pancakes this morning so the day started off better than fine.” He says jokingly with a smirk on his face.

“Well…that’s just it.” You say slightly embarrassed about what you're about to ask the sweet man rubbing your feet as he does most nights after a long day at work. “Could you help me with something?”

“Depends on what it is but anything for you love.”

“Could you…help me spend some time with Jake?” You say almost at a whisper.

He ceases rubbing your feet and looks at you with those deep brown pleading eyes. “You know how he is…but if it’s important to you I’ll try.”

You sit up enthusiastically and curl into Stevens' side wrapping your arms around his waist in a gripping hug.

“Okay, what does he like to eat?Does he have any favorite hobbies?What kind of shows does he watch? What’s his favorite color?…you realize your rambling like Steven does when he’s giving a tour at the museum, not even giving the poor man a chance to answer.

“Slow down love, one thing at a time.” He furrows his brow deep in thought. “Oh bollocks, I’m afraid I’m no help. I don’t know what he likes to eat, I’m pretty sure his favorite hobby is murder, he barely watches television and…well.” He chuckles to himself.

“What’s so funny.” You say slightly defeated

“Oh it’s nothing, it's just that I’m pretty sure his favorite color is red since he’s practically always covered in it.”

Steven looks at his reflection in the t.v. and suddenly drops his smile. “Right…well that’s about all I can help you with sorry love.” He stammers out quickly.

“Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.” He says as he hangs his head. Your sweet Steven has no idea how helpful he truly is.

You slide your hand to his cheek and tilt his head down at you placing a soft kiss on his lips. You sit up to straddle his lap and you can feel him getting hard for you already. As you wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to whisper in his ear, you can tell his breath is ragged.

“I’d like to show you how helpful you are, if you’ll let me?” You bite down on his earlobe and hear his breath catch in his throat.

“I’d like that very much love.”

****

It’s Friday night, it’s been three days since Steven helped you-and you helped Steven. You’ve been planning and hoping that what you have in store will draw Jake out of hiding. If not you’ll just have to live with his silent affections.

Steven is relaxing on the couch as you stand in front of your full length mirror putting on the final touches to your look. It didn’t take much convincing to have him spend the night with you if things don’t go according to plan.

You got your hair done that morning, something you rarely treat yourself too. As you stare at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but feel slightly turned on- this has to work.

You adjust the straps on your silk red dress and smooth your hands down the front. You slide in your strappy red heels that you hope you won’t have to walk very far tonight. You lean into the mirror to apply your crimson red lipstick to match the red you applied to your nails earlier that day.

As you grab your purse and make your way towards the door you can feel Stevens' eyes on you. You don’t dare glance over at him suddenly feeling like a predator's prey.

“Bye love, I’m going out with some friends, don't wait up for me.”

You reach for the door but an unfamiliar voice stops you in your tracks.

“Bebita I don’t think your boyfriends would be too happy about this.” You turn around to see Jake with his eyes narrowed as if he’s studying your movements.

“My boyfriends don’t care if I go out.” Your voice cracks a little and you're suddenly aware of how dry your throat is.

“I didn’t mean if you go out cariño.” He stands from the couch and you suddenly feel very small. “I mean dressed like this.” He gestures his fingers up and down your body.

“Maaarrrc…Steeeeven?” You mockingly call about the flat. “I guess they aren’t here so I’ll be going.”

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror next to the door feigning confidence.

“You’ll be staying.” He says in a commanding tone that makes your pussy clench in anticipation.

You grab the door handle and look over your shoulder with the most sultry look you can muster (that you absolutely have not been practicing in the mirror). “Make me.”

He crosses the distance from the couch to you in two steps and pins you against the door with his chest pressed to your back. You can tell you’ve had an affect on him by the way his hard bulge is pressed against your ass. He grips both your wrists with one of his large calloused hands. He leans in close to your ear and breathes in deep.

“New perfume?” He says in a low husky tone.

He licks a stripe up your neck and gently bites down on your earlobe. Drawing a small whimper out of you.

“Not so talkative now are we hermosa? His chuckles reverberate through your body as he slowly draws his fingers up your thigh. He can feel how wet you are through your panties and a low growl from him sends shivers down your spine.

“This wet for me?” A breathy “ yes” is all you can manage as he drags his fingers through your slit at an agonizing slow pace. He starts rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you can feel that tell tale sign that you're close to your climax as you clench down on nothing. He knows you're close and he wants to draw this out- you drew him out after all. He ceases his movements and all you can do is whimper.

“Shh it’s ok hermosa I’m going to take care of you.” You try to calm your breathing but he still has you pressed against the door with both hands behind your back.

“Answer my questions and I’ll take care of you.” He says into your ear as his breathing picks up. You give him a quick nod and his grip tightness on your wrist. “Words sweetheart.”

“Yes sir.” He nips at your shoulder with that last word. He resumes his movements dragging his fingers through your slit. “Did you buy this dress for me?”

“Yes.” You answer as he dips two fingers into your soft channel. If not for his grip on your wrists you’d be in a puddle on the floor. “What about these panties, did you buy them for me?” He’s slowly fucking you with his fingers and all you can hear in the flat is your breathy moans.

“Yes.” You say a little louder this time and he presses his fingers on those bundle of nerves inside and you think you might lose your mind.He brings his thumb to your clit as he steadily works you open. He places his knee between your thighs and slowly lifts you up. “Come for me hermosa.” You drop your head back on his shoulder and note down on your lip as you come with a silent cry.

As you come down from your high you realize you’ve never had an orgasm so intense without seeing your boyfriend's face. He slowly puts you down and draws his fingers away and you hiss at the loss.

“Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” He says still with his back pressed to you, his obvious erection putting a strain on Stevens sweatpants.

“I want you to fuck me.” You say in almost a whine not even recognizing your own voice. He spins you around and you can see the hunger in his deep brown eyes, pupils blown wide. He looks very different from Marc and Steven, yet so similar. It takes your breath away how he looks at you like you're his world and also his victim in the same moment.

“I’m sorry about your dress.” He says sarcastically as you look down confused seeing nothing wrong with it. Before you can ask why he takes both hands and rips it down the front as if it was made of paper. “I’m sorry about your panties too.” You close your eyes and prepare yourself for what’s next as you feel a light tug on your hips and the sound of your new red lace panties ripping.

He takes in your form as you're now left in your sheer red bra and strappy heels. One of his hands comes to the back of your head and he pulls you into a bruising kiss, he kisses you like he’s been starving for you. Like if you pull away you’ll disappear. Your hands come to his arms tracing the familiar muscles you’ve come to know and love and this just feels right.

His thick bulge is pressed against your abdomen, as he grinds his hips into you pressing you further into the door. Precum now staining Stevens sweatpants (which you’ll have to hear about later). You suddenly feel very exposed and you slowly push him off you. As you both catch your breath he looks as though he’s done something wrong and your heart aches because you just want the man to be as exposed as you are.

“Clothes off.” Is all you can manage-real articulate.

Jake strips in two seconds flat and your thanking whatever Egyptian god that he didn’t rip Stevens clothes.

You’ve seen this body many times but as he stands before you with his thick cock, tip red and aching steadily leaking precum you feel as if it’s the first time. He backs you against the door again and grabs your face with both hands as he stares into your eyes.

“Tell me again.” He says in a pleading tone.

“I want you to fuck me Jake.”

You yelp in surprise as he grabs your waist and hoists you up. You instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He takes his hand and wraps it around his thick cock slowly coating it with your slick just teasing your entrance. You whimper at the feeling as he pushes in and you both moan in unison at the stretch. You drop your head to his shoulder and he’s not moving but you desperately want him too.

You dig your heels into his ass and he groans as his grip tightens on your waist.

“Just give me a moment cariño.” And you almost don’t recognize his voice. You squeeze your core around his throbbing cock and that’s all the moment he needs before he’s thrusting into you at a bruising pace.

“Oh. Fuck. Jake..” your words are punctuated with each thrust as he fucks too against the door.

“Jesus Christ, your pussy is so tight.” He’s quickly falling apart as he slams you down on his cock over and over. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this.” Your moans in his ear as you hold on for dear life are going to send him over the edge. But not before you. His movements slow and you can feel his thick cock drag through your walls as you drop your head to the crook of his neck.

“Tell me what you want cariño.” He turns his head to see his reflection in the mirror next to the door.

“Fuck me harder Jake please.” You’re practically crying at the sensation as if it’s your first time. He smirks at his reflection and your pleas are all he needs.

“I love when you beg hermosa.” He holds you up with one arm and brings his thumb to your clit as he resumes his pace, roughly fucking you against the door. He can feel your pussy gripping his cock as your slick coats both your thighs.

“Fuck. Me. Right. There.” You're screaming now and will surely get a noise complaint, but you can’t care at this moment you’ve wanted for so long. Your vision goes white as you reach your climax and you're digging your nails into his back as you come undone. That’s all it takes for him before he comes with a choked sound as he’s shooting hot ropes of cum into your quivering channel. He groans in your ear as he slowly rocks his hips up pinning you to the door.

You don’t know how long you stay like that trying to catch your breath as you both come down from your high. It feels like you're floating and you realize he hasn’t put you down but he’s carrying towards the bed. He gently lays you down and you both wince as he pulls out of you. He places a soft kiss on your sweat soaked forehead. He takes off your heels and brings you one of Stevens shirts to sleep in.

“I’ll be right back cariño.” Your smiling to yourself as you watch him walk towards the bathroom.

Sleep is starting to claim you as he makes his way back to you with a warm washcloth, gently wiping your thighs and your swollen folds. He tosses the towel in the direction of the hamper not caring if he makes it. He lays down beside you and pulls your back into his chest wrapping you in a deep hug.

“Shouldn’t you call your friends so they aren’t worried?” He mumbles into your hair.

“Hmm?” Your blissed out brain can’t grasp what he’s talking about. He chuckles lowly to himself.

He’s not sure if you're asleep when he whispers to himself.

“I really really love pancakes too.”

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[ilykaveh]

yuuji itadori is a man full of love and adoration, and what better way is there to show it?

❀ — content: fem reader, aged up ! characters, dirty talk, praise, overstim, creampie, squirting.

"yuuji!" you squealed your boyfriend's name as he continued to pound into your warm cunt with unwavering vigour.

he'd been fucking you for what felt like forever. the sun was low on the horizon when the two of you had begun, and now the moon hung amongst a choir of stars. you would try to count the number of hours that it had been, though you were struggling to keep a count of how many times the pink-haired sorcerer had made you cum.

"so fucking good for me, baby," yuuji cooed, "you take me so well; 's like this cunt was made for me," one of his hands groped your breast, toying with your stiff nipple. he was enamoured with how your pussy fluttered around him in response.

"please, yu-" you begged, though were cut off by another moan ripping through your throat.

"please what, princess?" he teased, amused by how sensitive you were for him — something that only made him even more intoxicated by you.

"c-can't, 's too much!" you hoped he understood what you were trying to communicate, and being the sweetest man you'd ever met, he did.

"come on, baby. just one more, one more for me, yeah? you can do it, i know you can." his lustful ramblings only made the knot in your stomach grow painfully tighter, to which you whined in response. "i've got you, 'll even play with your pretty little clit 'nd make it faster, yeah?"

yuuji's filthy words made you feel like you were riding high on cloud nine. a warm, fuzzy feeling spread through your body and sent your neurons into a peaceful, blissed-out state. you babbles an affirmative for your boyfriend to resume fucking you at his desired speed, and simply laid back and enjoyed the final stretch of the ride.

"my pretty girl," he continued, "so fuckin' sweet, so perfect," yuuji wasn't thinking, he was just speaking from the heart. he could sense his orgasm nearing, and due to the way that your drooling cunt clenched around his cock, he assumed yours was too.

"doin' such a good job f'me, princes; 'm gonna cum all over y'r pretty tits, yeah? would you like that? g'na mark you as mine; only i get to see you spread out like this."

"no," you mumbled, reaching out to grip yuuji's arm.

"everything okay, angel?" he paused his movements, wide eyes filling with concern.

"wan' you to cum in me, please, yuu," you begged. "please, please, please," slowly, you trailed off.

it was a plea that he couldn't refuse. after all, he knew you'd taken measures to prevent anything unexpected happening. yuuji's pace became increasingly sporadic as he snapped his hips once again, bringing his hand down to massage taut circles around your clit like he promised.

your fists tangled in the sheets, tears threatening to spill past your lashline at the sheer volumes of pleasure. it felt as though your orgasm was a ticking time bomb, dangerously close to exploding.

more incoherent babbling from the two of you led to yuuji's final few pounds, weaker than those prior. with a particular sharp thrust that you swear you felt in your lower stomach, he spilled an unbelievable amount of warm cum into you.

the sensation caused your synchronous climax. white lights blurred your vision as you came harder than you ever had, dizziness taking over. without you having realized, a few jets of squirt hit yuuji's lower stomach. if he had anything left in him, the sight of you right now would be enough to make the man hard as a rock all over again.

without a second thought, he leaned down to entrap your lips against his own. the display of affection anchored you back to reality a little.

"you're perfect, baby." yuuji repeated. his smile as he pulled away made you feel so overwhelmed with love that it was indescribable, a purity that made you forget that you hadn't just spent the past few hours engaged in messy, messy sex.

he waited a moment before pulling out his softened cock from you, eyes transfixed on your cunt as his cum leaked out of you in small globs.

"let me go grab a rag, angel. do you need anything else? food? water? i can run us a bath if you'd like?"

you smiled back at him, giggling to yourself at the soft reminder of why you fell in love with him.

"'s okay, yuu. i just wanna be near you."

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[faatxma]

Meadow Garden

Pairing: King George III x Reader

Synopsis: With love crucial pain usually follows so with this couple

Warnings: Heartbreak

Part. II Part.III

What you didn’t expect was King George shirtless working next to your father shoving straw. Before you could even register everything, your father made eye contact with you waving you over to them.

'Hello Father' you said when you walked over to him quietly playing around with your fingers something you did when you got nervous.

'Your Majesty' you said curtsying to him getting his attention. His back was facing you, but when he turned around it seemed like he froze. George was never someone to get shocked over someone. But when he saw you standing there his breath hitched. You were gorgeous, a rare jewel in his eyes. He wonders why he has never seen you around. Someone like you would’ve gotten his attention in a second.

'Hello….' he said smiling to you, wiping his dirty hands on his linen shirt. He jumped of the carriage making his way to you.

'This is my daughter your Majesty' your father said motioning you to come closer.

'Well it’s nice to meet you' he said you blushed while looking at his very handsome face. But to be honest his chest was very distracting.

‘You as well your Maje-' he interrupted you before you could finish your sentence.

'Call me George. Just George'

You could say this encounter changed everything for the better but also for the worse.

It’s been six months since you guys met and something beautiful flourished in terms of your feelings for each other. He tried to meet you regularly portraying it as we wanted to work with your father. But your father could see through it easily with how often he mentioned you. It didn’t take long for him to ask you on a walk through the Meadow Garden. You happily accepted his invitation, and the time was also perfect since it was nearing sunset. You guys spoke for hours not noticing that is already became dark. You could see the stars clearly which left you in awe.

'Do you like stars?' He asked you grazing his arm with yours. All you could do was nod happily, this made him want to kiss you so bad. He tried to resist but he couldn’t.

'Can I kiss you?' he whispered, but you could hear him loud and clear.

'George' you muttered shockingly. It was dark but due to the moon you could see his face perfectly. The way his eyes were looking at you, made your heart quicken.

'Kiss me' you said and he didn’t waste any time and leaned down to you, pressing his lips to yours. This was your first kiss and he could feel it. The way you shyly responded, and you clenching your fists into his shirt spoke volume.

'Be my lover'

'I’d love to' you smiled hugging him.

Months passed and you couldn’t be happier, your studies were going along and you and George were as happy as you guys could be.

'George stop it what If someone sees us.' You said looking around you. He grabbed you by your waist pulling you behind the horse stable. Before you could react his warm lips were placed onto yours. You moaned grabbing his cheeks press yourself closer to him.

'I love you' he said pressing his forehead to yours, caressing your right cheek tenderly. All you could do was smile

'I love you more' you said pecking his nose 'thats impossible my beautiful jewel' he muttered placing gentle pecks along side your neckline. You moaned quietly trying to unbutton his shirt hastily. But you guys were interrupted by something you never thought you would hear.

'Have you heard about the King and his arranged marriage to the daughter of a German Duke' one of the voices said.

Your breathe hitched and it felt like you were frozen in time. You didn’t dare to look up to George hoping everything you heard was a bad dream or a rumor amongst the staff.

'That‘s what I also heard, and it seems like the wedding will go down in a couple of days.'

You released your hands slowly from George’s shirt, keeping your eyes to the floor.'

'It was good to be true.' You mumbled

'My lov-'

'Please do your duty Georgie be a good king to your people and a good husband to your wife.' You said trying to suppress your tears, after all you were just the Royal gardeners daughter.

'Stop, I won’t hear any of this' he yelled loudly, you didn’t flinch cause it wasn’t the first time. You knew it wasn’t towards you and all he wanted was you to finally let him love you with everything he had.

'I love you, I breathe for you, all I want is you and I won’t accept anything or anyone else.' He mumbled sadly.

'Don’t make it harder than it is George I beg you.'

'I’ll and I won’t stop, I can be myself when I’m near you. This arranged marriage won’t stop me from loving you.' He said intertwining your hands together.

'Is it really love? You kept this from me George. Is this between us really love?' you asked him pulling your out of his grasp.

'Please don’t say that, you don’t mean it.' Tears were running down his cheeks and all you could do was wipe them away.

'I think I should go your Majesty' you whispered sadly you placed a delicate kiss onto his forehead, curtsying before you left.

All you could hear were the cries of a broken man.

'Are you alright my child' your father asked concerned. Since the talk with George days ago you haven’t seen him. You basically refused to see him, he made sure to make Reynolds deliver his letters to you. But you couldn’t find the courage to open them.

'I’m fine father' you said while washing the laundry. Today was the royal wedding from what you heard, the queen was from northern Germany and only 17 years old.

'I know that you aren’t fine, and I know it has something to do with King George' you stopped what you were doing. You could never lie to your father he could see right through you.

'It hurts' you whispered.

'My heart hurts.' you said starting to cry, you couldn’t breath properly when he wasn’t near you. You sometime wished that you never meet him and kept your distance.

You felt your father pulling you up into his embrace, he didn’t say anything and you were thankful for that.

Why was it so hard to breathe when he was not near?'

#young king george #queen charlotte #bridgerton #king george bridgerton #king #king george x reader #king george iii

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can you write something smutty with brothers bsf! jude?? 🫡🤭

brothers bsf! jude 😵‍💫 DONTTT PLAYYY 😣 might not be the best but it’s definitely something 🤞🏻

you didn’t know how the two of you managed to escape, but you did. the night starting off with a small boat ride, watching the moon and stars as you spoke quietly amongst yourselves to now, where he had you placed on the dresser in his room. legs wrapped his middle as his lips devoured you as you struggled to keep up with him. it was hard becoming quiet now, all you could feel was him pressed against you.

jude picked you up, carrying you to his bed and locking the door. he removed your top, lips never leaving yours as he struggled to untie your shorts. you let out a small giggle, covering your face shyly as the white button up shirt he had was gone as well. your steps all over the place as he headed to his bed, laying you carefully and spreading your legs open with his knee.

your thighs struggling to stay open as you clenched your walls against nothing. jude licked his bottom lip undoing his own pants and his belt with one hand, staring down at you to see how the moment was affecting you. your cheeks flushed, eyes barely open, mouth taking soft yet deep breaths, he hasn't done anything, yet you were already all over the place. trembling, begging for some sort of tainted touch from your brothers best friend.

it was so wrong. this was the boy next door who came over all the time, having play dates with your brother, growing up to be one of the most successful footballers. it didn’t feel real, and over all no matter how forbidden what y’all were doing it felt right, perfect almost. you were madly in love with him, and jude the same, if not even more.

your hand searched to find somewhere to tighten, head rolled back as his skillful tongue traced your skin, feeling how he flicked your nipple and kissed around it. he marked your neck, kissing below your chin and then grabbed your face before capturing your lips together again. tongue fighting with yours as your soft moans and whimpers fell out and filled the room. "just one taste and look where we are...” he spoke deeper.

he moved your underwear to the side, his middle finger softly tracing from your erect nipples, to your belly piercing, and now your soft and wet folds. you whimpered, bucking your hips up to feel him. it was a longing desire, a desperate attempt.

"please jude... i need you there," you pleaded, looking up at his eyes, jude watching them roll back as he softly played with your bundle of nerves and circled your aroused entrance. "you need me here? hmm," he made your wish come true, his fingers slowly entering as he continued to softly rub and circle your clit.

you shut your legs at the feeling, jude letting out a small tsk and hiss, "uh uh... keep them open, it will be worth it,” he kissed you, feeling you struggle as you arched your back in pleasure and spread your legs once again, to his command. "there you go, good girl.." the night was just starting for the both of you, your friends and brother long gone. all you cared was spending a night full of intimate love and motion with your boyfriend.

you swallow a cold breath, nails rugged deep in jude’s biceps as he praised you over and over, his fingers moving in a curling place inside you. you back arching off the mattress, his kisses drowning you deeper against this magnet hold he had with you, it’s addicting, to you and him. “shit baby… so tight and it’s just my fingers…”

“i want more jude,” you whine, moving your hips again to feel him even closer but he retracts. jude captures your lips again, swallowing the loud moan that was bound to escape your lips into the shared house. “quiet darling… the whole house might here you if you keep moaning this loud,” jude said between your kiss.

“i’m sorry…”

“don’t apologize… it’s just me and you okay?” you nodded at his words, watching as he slowly stripped into nothing, grabbing a condom and slowly rolling down his long girthy shaft, a pent out groan escaping his throat as he stroked himself. he joined you once again on the bed, eyes locked in, not either of you wanting to escape this lustful moment.

you closed your eyes at the stretched out feeling as he slowly entered you, little by little filling you up to a brim. you but your lip, only whimpering when he fully was inside you. his cock twitching with anticipation and a sort of relief from the tightness caused by your walls. you gasped out a moan, jude hiding into the crook of your neck as he slowly moved his hips into you again.

“so perfect and all mine…”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham smut

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!traveller!reader, male masturbation, a little bit of dub con ( him ) at first, handjob, semi public, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day five [ xiao + handjob ]

the night air in Liyue was always so enticing.

a gentle breeze, the smell of incense lingering in the air, and the full moon hanging low. you’d stood out on the balcony of Wangshu Inn many nights, just like tonight, and swore that if you reached up, you could caress it with your fingertips. everything about Liyue nights seemed tangible. the smell of almond tofu wafting up the steps from the kitchen below, tickling your nose with a delightfully sweet aroma so thick you could already taste the dish melting on your tongue. the lamps that flickered along the coastline, like stars low enough to be stolen. all so real. all here.

you lean against the balcony, allowing your thoughts to melt for a moment of empty bliss. a miniature vacation amongst the chaos. for the night, at least, you didn’t have to think about the Fatui. or demons. or bandits. those things would wait until morning, and flood your brain all over again.

a faint sigh, barely audible, carried on the Liyue wind brings you out of your thoughtless daydream, and you blink a few times, registering the sound. still and quiet, you struggle to listen, and amongst the bustling Liyue nightlife below, you catch it again.

this time, it was a moan. one that set your cheeks on fire.

it was close.

and you knew that voice.

you’d never heard it quite so needy before, though, strangled and breathy. and so, uncertainly, you follow the sounds as he makes them with the stealth of a stalking feline, pressing yourself against the wall of the Inn as you slink around the balcony.

when you finally reach the source, you peek out from around your hiding place as another long, low moan bubbles in his throat. you had to cover your mouth to keep from making a sound, your eyes wide and glued on the display.

his back was to you, but there was no denying what his hands did at his front, one arm moving in a slow, full pumping motion, while the other gripped the bunched-up hem of his shirt and held it up towards his chest. your eyes couldn’t help themselves, they flicker downwards. his pants, though not entirely lowered, were loosened to the point of the waistband sagging, and your stomach does a cartwheel as you realize what you’re watching. and just how intimate it was.

Xiao was pleasuring himself.

the stoic, unapproachable adeptus that you’d only seemed to annoy, was stroking himself mere feet away from you.

another, soft moan, and you feel your knees turn inwards, clamping your thighs together. you couldn’t deny it was an erotic display. and you were getting wet witnessing it.

“Do you really think you’re hidden?” his voice is a bit steadier now, head tilted slightly, and your heart pounds in its chamber as you realize he knew you were there. “That I wouldn’t know you’re there?”

your mind races for an excuse. “Well, I wasn’t trying to—“

“Clearly.” he cuts you off, and you bite down harshly on your lower lip. his movements had stopped, but you realized he hadn’t tucked himself away, or turned to look at you.

you wished he wouldn’t.

with a soft, little plea, you voice that desire. “Please don’t stop…”

Xiao seems taken aback by that, albeit only temporarily. and you take a cautious step towards him. “I don’t care for audiences.”

you chew on your lip harder, taking another step. “I don’t have to be just an audience, Xiao. I could…” you take another, then another, until you’re close enough to his back to reach out and touch him. you do so, gently tracing the outline of his shoulders, and realize how tense they are. regardless of his stone cold act, his shoulders were pulled taut. “I could help you.” your svelte caresses careen around his shoulders, dipping over the expanse of his chest, and you nuzzle close to his ear, letting a breathy moan escape your parted lips. “If you’ll let me—“ your hands delve downwards, impatient and eager to wrap around the cock that you haven’t yet seen, but in a swift motion, his fist wraps around your wrist, squeezing tight enough to halt your movements. “Xiao…”

“I usually tend to myself.” he mutters, and you could practically hear the reluctance in his low tone. “Alone.”

nodding slowly, you allow your wrist to go limp in his grasp, needy fingers dangling mid hair, and you let out a soft sigh. “You don’t wonder what it might be like to let someone else tend to you for once?” your lips form each syllable against the shell of his ear, his tendrils tickling your face as you tease and entice him. pressing a sneaky kiss against his earlobe, you wonder if the heat you’re feeling is from his face or yours.

“Someone else. You?”

you nod, slow, but you know he can feel the rustling against his shoulder, and you hum, desperate to convince him. your cunt was already wet and aching from the show, and now you were eager to continue where he’d left off. if only he’d let you. “My hands are soft, Xiao…” you coo into his ear.

and, to your surprise, he moans. it’s a quiet, muffled moan. you knew he must’ve pursed his lips when he did so, but the sound still struck your core deep. “Palms up,” he whispers, and you obey, allowing your hands to be taken with his and guided to his manhood. you can’t help the swoon that leaks out of your mouth when he wraps them both around his cock. it was already hard and slick with spit, and he curled each of your dainty fingers around the girth, one by one; as if instructing you to play an instrument and teaching you the keys. “Like this…” his voice was not so steady now, as he leads your hands up and down, mentoring you in the rhythm that could bring him the most pleasure. it wasn’t fast, nor did his hips buck to meet your movements. Xiao moans, snorting through his nose, and his hands leave yours when he realizes you’ve mastered pumping him the way he likes it. “Yes.”

you don’t think he meant to grunt the affirmation, because it sounded more like a subconscious plea for more, but you didn’t mind. keeping your hands tight around his cock, you stroke in opposite directions, your fists meeting in the middle, before separating again. one glides down to kiss his base, swatting against sparse, coarse pubic hair, whilst the other flees upwards to polish the swollen tip.

“You feel nice,” you try to breathe, but the action feels impossible. he’s left you in a state of breathlessness, just by allowing you to touch him. “This is what it’s like to pleasure a god…” you feel a bit silly when you hear him grunt, and you realize that you’d moaned the sentiment out loud, and you drop your head to rest your forehead against his shoulder, hiding from his scrutiny if he were to offer any. “That… was supposed to stay in my head.” you admit, sheepishly.

but Xiao doesn’t scold you. “You are foolishly honest.” he murmurs, working his jaw. his hand, now free to do as they please, reach and cradle the back of your head, thumb rubbing against your crown as he urges you closer. “It’s so bothersome.” as you press your body into his back, soaking in his warmth, your hands work him over, and you raise your eyes, about to speak, only to find his head turned towards you. as if glancing over his shoulder, his parted lips ready to embrace yours. “Just kiss me.” he demands, in a husky whisper, and his tiers tease yours by grazing them gently, as he adds, “Before you embarrass yourself further.”

#xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x you #xiao smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao #genshin

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Quick Sex

Day 3 of Pandora’s Bloody Moon

Pairing: Dilf!Jake!Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

W/c: 970

Warnings/content: MDNI, smut & quick sex obvi, p in v, cream pie, secret sex

A/n: I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it 🤭🤭

“Hey guys, can I borrow Y/N for a second?” Jake steps in out of no where and holds his hand out for you since you were sat on the ground criss cross. You were in a circle with a group of friends your age, you all were tasked with carving out arrows for the warriors.

“Of course, Ma’Olo’eyktan. We don’t mind picking up her slack,” one of the young men joked nicely and everyone giggled. But truthfully, no one tells the Olo’eyktan ‘no’ so although they didn’t know why he was taking you, no one asked questions or dared to object.

“She won’t be gone long! And don’t worry, she’s not in trouble,” Jake joked playfully in response. After helping you off the ground he placed his hand on your back, ushering you away with him.

You both didn’t say a word as you were walking, still seeing a few Na’vi here and there but working your way out of the busy village and into the dense forest. The tension was thick in the air though, both of you wanting to speak to the other but not wanting to raise any suspicions amongst the villagers.

Jake looked around, checking and making sure no one was watching as you slipped into the forest further and further until eventually none of them could be seen or heard. You stayed silent, waiting for Jake to deem it safe and following his lead. He finally cornered you against a tree.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” he growled desperately and grabbed your face to kiss you hungrily. “Been thinking about this sweet pussy all day, couldn’t wait a second longer” he murmured on your mouth between kisses.

You and Jake have been sneaking off for about 3 months now. The first time, you both agreed it was a mistake and it would never happen again. But after getting a taste of each other, it was too hard to stop and never have it again. So this has become a routine for you guys. Sneaking off and fucking like animals while keeping it a secret from everyone else.

You kissed him back fervently, missing him just as badly.

You pulled back just enough to talk. “I can’t be gone too long or my friends will get suspicious, Jake” you reasoned with him while you clung onto each other desperately, panting and excited like you were both horny little teenagers again.

“I know, I know, let’s make it quick, then I’ll let ya go back, ‘mkay?”

You nodded enthusiastically, trusting him and also not wanting to wait any longer.

Your lips crashed onto each others again. While sloppily making out, you both hastily untied your loincloths, speeding up the process to get to what you really wanted.

Discarding the item to the ground, his lips left yours and he quickly hooked his hands under the back of your thighs to hoist you up against the tree. He swiftly positioned his hard cock against your entrance, wasting no time on foreplay. It was okay though because you were already soaked.

He slipped in with ease and groaned, his hands were holding your ass and lowering you down on his length until you fully engulfed him.

“Shit—you been thinking about this too, huh? Wet as fuck,” He gritted out

“Yes Jake, please give it to me!” You whined desperately.

“Your wish is my command,” he grinned with lust in his eyes.

He immediately set a hard and fast pace. You couldn’t get enough of each other, and each time you had a fuck session you just wanted more, harder, faster.

“Oh fuck! Jakeee!” You cried out to him, tossing your head back as he rutted into you like there was no tomorrow. Your tits bounced to his rhythm and your ass smacked his pelvis so hard it almost hurt.

He swiftly moved one hand to cover over your mouth. “Quiet, girl. Fuck- you trying to let everyone know?”

He kept bouncing you up and down on his dick and you moaned on his hand, making a ‘mmm’ sound and not holding yourself back. A tear fell down your cheek and your eyes rolled back at how good he was fucking the shit out of you.

“Come on baby, cum for me so I can fill you up,” he panted in your ear making it twitch from his hot breath.

The coil in the bottom of your belly was tightening more and more and you knew you would only have a few more seconds of heaven. He removed his hand from covering your mouth.

“Gonna cummm,” you whined.

“C’mon babe, cum on my cock,” he grunted and pleaded because he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his own orgasm back much longer.

The coil suddenly snapped and you released on him, coating his dick in your thick cum gushing out.

He covered your mouth again as you screamed out in pleasure.

“Atta girl, just like that,” he praised and his own release followed, filling you up to the brim as his cock twitched inside you.

You both recovered, heavily breathing as your hearts calmed down.

“You are really something, you know that?” He asked you while still holding you up against the tree, sweat beading down his wrinkled forehead.

“Mhmm,” you smiled deliriously. You were too far gone to think at the moment.

He slowly pulled out and lowered you to the ground. He hurriedly did his best to clean you both off with some leaves, it would have to work for the time being.

He motioned for you to come on and you did so.

“Get back to work,” he winked and smacked your ass playfully as the two of you parted ways so no one would notice you were together. You just smiled cheekily and rolled your eyes.

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HI, I LOVED WORK U DID OF VILLAIN BILL!! COULD U MAYBE DO THAT BUT IT'S LIKE SOFT, GENTLE SMUT? LIKE SHES EAGER AND WHINING FOR MORE WHILE HES JUST BEING GENTLE WITH HER

my first smut in a long while,,

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x fem! reader smut

it was night, the moon remained proudly in the sky, displaying it amongst the sea of stars who shined just as brightly as she did. you slept comfortably in your cushy bed, your head buried in the soft pillows when your phone buzzed with a notification.

awoken by the vibration, you reached over and grabbed it. you were sure you had silenced it before going to sleep, but perhaps you had forgotten it. you were expecting just spam mail, but you weren't expecting a message from your boyfriend, Bill Kaulitz.

a few weeks back, he had left for an auction at a secluded island somewhere in the north sea, because the hosts were auctioning off a book filled with confidential secrets about the city council that he could use in one of his plans.

he had messaged you the image of the book he acquired with a follow-up on when he was going to reach you and his place. well, you wanted to surprise him then. a couple of ideas spring out of your sea of thoughts.

𓆩♱𓆪

awkwardly, you stood in front of the bedroom mirror, slowly caressing the bump of your breasts down to the curve of your waist. you massaged your hips, wondering if the new matching pair of underwear worked well on your figure.

the dark red, shadowed by the black lace, and an intricate teardrop-shaped rhinestone that hung betwixt both cups, really brought out the shape of your chest. it made you feel sexy, and you knew he would love it.

the sound of keys turning made you jolt, wondering if he was home already. you threw on a t-shirt and shorts to hide your lingerie underneath, and quickly exited to greet him. his long dreads rest on his shoulders, and he immediately responds to your greeting.

"meine schatz!" he said enthusiastically, opening his arms to welcome you in them. he kissed your lips happily, "I've missed you."

"I missed you too, love." you whispered, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of his cologne.

"weeks without you," he mumbled, "hellish. I don't know how I've been able to live before I met you."

you snickered at his comment as he kissed the sides of your face, as if enjoying every inch of you that he didn't get to kiss while he was away.

he buried his face into your neck, placing delicate kisses as his hands snake under your shirt, touching every centimeter of your skin, savouring its texture under his fingertips.

his kisses were continuous, worshipping your every bit and piece, his hands creeping upwards towards your breasts. he whispered, "I need you, Maus, do you think you can give yourself to me?"

"please." you responded breathily, to which he smiled.

he lead you into the bedroom and shut the door, while you sat yourself on the bed. you could feel the mattress sink as he climbed onto it, his body towering over yours as he leaned in.

his cold hands entered your shirt, fingertips brushing against every nook and cranny of your body, each curve and surface. eventually, he pulled it off and threw it to the side.

your sensual bra now exposed, his breath hitched and a smile crept onto his lips. he whispered, "darling, all this for me?"

you nodded, waiting for him to do more than just caress your body.

"my, how gorgeous." he pressed his lips against your midriff, slowly trailing his kisses down to just slightly below your belly button. his hands toyed with the waistband of your shorts, before he slid them off and threw them aside.

he grinned at the sight of the matching panties, and let out a loving sigh. he pushed you down by your belly, and whispered, "what a lucky life I live."

"hm!" you let out a moan as he pressed his finger against your clothed pussy, his lips now finding settlement upon your inner thighs.

he was slow and gentle, savouring you, while you wanted him to simply rearrange your insides.

his hands lifted your thighs, your calves now resting on his shoulders as he nuzzled his nose into the wet spot of your panties, eliciting another moan from your lips.

his teeth dug into the elastic band of your underwear, and he pulled it down, his hands leaving your thighs momentarily to tug your panties off and throw them aside.

one they were off, he took in the sight of your wet pussy. he seperated your folds with his middle and index finger, and he groaned at the sight of your cunt dripping with arousal.

"fuck, so pretty..." he praised, leaning in to lap up your juices. he thrusted his tongue into your hole, enjoying every inch his tongue could reach.

his hands found its way back to your thighs, and he gripped it tight in your hands to stabilise himself. his fingernails dug deep into your plush thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks in its place.

your hands reached down and tangled themselves within his dreadlocks, gripping them tight as he indulged in your taste. his cold metal tongue piercing brushed against your warm core with each thrust, and you would whine out whenever it did.

he would leave grunts of enjoyment to accompany the sound of his tongue delving in and out of your hole, and it would only fuel to the burning pit in your stomach.

"uhn...I'm about to cum, p-please..." you whimpered out, arching your back slightly as your hips bucked upwards into his mouth.

his hands moved from your thighs to your hips, holding it down onto the bed as he continued to savour your essence, drinking it down like he was some thirsty beast.

"f-fuck!" you whined, writhing under his grip, your legs lifted slightly as you came all over his face.

he pulled away shortly after, his nose all the way down to his lower lip glistening with your nectar and your cum. he licked it up and hummed, "delicious..."

"so good for me, hm, schatzi?" he mumbled, getting up and taking his shirt off. he threw it to the floor, following your shirt and shorts, to be forgotten until the sun rose to grace the skies.

he undid his studded belt, discarding it to the side. he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, but he doesn't take them off just yet. he teased you with the prominent bulge in his pants, just to see you squirm and whine.

leaning over once more, his hands unhooked your bra swiftly and throws them aside, freeing your breasts from their confinement. he groaned, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while his hand played with the other one.

his tongue brushed against your sensitive bud, pressing against it as he rolled the other one in between his thumb and index finger, pinching it and pulling on it slightly.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting whorish moans slip out of your lips as he gave you pleasure just by something as mundane as that.

he grinned as he pulled away, now noticing how puffy they had gotten. "cute." he murmured, playing with them a little bit more until he noticed your eyes drifting down to his cock.

"...you want it?" he asked softly, toying with the elastic waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers.

you nodded, biting on your bottom lip.

"fine, just because you dressed up for me." he cooed, kissing your forehead. he tugged his pants off and threw them to the floor, the tent in his boxers no longer restricted behind his tight leather pants.

god, another minute longer and you would've ripped them off.

he chuckled as you watched eagerly, your eyes practically sparkling as he slowly pulled them off. his dick sprang out, gracing your eyes. each vein that trailed up to his tip was like a stairway to heaven.

well, you're certain you wouldn't end up in heaven but, you know.

the slit at his tip was oozing precum, glossing over his skin, and you couldn't help but swallow the lump in your throat. he chuckled again, bringing you back to your senses.

with a gentle push, you ended up on your back again. he lifted your legs, and lined his cock against your pussy. he whispered, "ready?"

you nodded breathlessly, and you managed out one simple word while your heart drummed in your chest, "please..."

he bit his lower lip, savouring the fact that you were begging for his dick. he laughed, "alright, calm down, schatz."

he pushed the tip in and you winced, feeling it stretch you open. you didn't get to have him in for weeks, and the dildos weren't cutting it, they just weren't his size.

slowly, he pushed it in furthur, and you felt full already even though it was only halfway in. a few more seconds in, and he pushed his entire shaft inside. you let out a choked gasp, relishing its girth and length.

a little bulge showed just a little bit under your belly button, and he smirked. his manicured hand trailed up from your pelvis to the area of the bulge, and he pressed it down, drawing out a sultry moan from the depths of your throat.

he laughed a little, "so cute, Maus."

he pulled out a little and pushed it back in, picking up speed along the way. the way his dick entered and exited, the pounding only increasing in strength and speed, it was all you've ever wanted.

your hands found refuge in the sheets, gripping it tightly as he thrusted into you, the salient bulge disappearing before reappearing. moans escaped your lips, even when you tried to seal them shut.

you tilted your head down, and the vision of his thick length pounding right into you was making your stomach churn. the tight feeling in your lower abdomen was only growing tighter with his every thrust.

a choked whimper escaped your throat and a soft laughter was its reply. each sound that left you was stifled, the sensation growing to be too much to your body. with a loud cry, the tension in your lower tummy snapped, and you came all over his cock.

he continued to thrust into you, grunts escaping his lips while he fucked you through your orgasm as he had yet to reach his. this was such a big ego boost to him, ravishing you whilst cooing praises.

"ngh..." he grunted as his hips staggered, his movements growing sluggish as his orgasm approached. you felt yours coming too, and you let out a whine in response.

"cum with me, love." he mumbled, his back arching as his cock twitched inside you. you nodded, your hips thrusting upwards to match his pace.

he leaned down and buried his face into the crook of your neck as you came again, your thighs trembling as your third orgasm washed over you. ropes of his cum spurted out, decorating your insides with a milky white.

he pulled out, leaving a trail of his seed behind. he inhaled and exhaled, "I needed that."

you nodded tiredly, slowly flipping to your side. he smiled warmly, crawling to your side and and bringing you into his arms. his body was sticky with sweat and so was yours, the heat radiating off his body only growing tenfold.

"I love you." he mumbled against your shoulder.

"I love you too." you responded, your eyes growing heavy.

it didn't take you long to fall asleep. everything else aside, you were glad he was home safe.

𓆩♱𓆪

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adore

pairing: cody rhodes x black reader warning: fluffy smut. something something love and devotion. anyways ya'll know the drill. minors please do not interact. I DON'T HAVE A DEDICATED CODY TAG LIST BUT IF YOU WANT A TAG FOR FUTURE CODY FICS JUST DROP A COMMENT! word count: 835

and what of adoration? of seamless devotion? what of its making? not so similar to the mindlessness of lust, where the flesh craves without forethought. cleaving against the make of our wills till its bursting and worn. undone and breathing wild. there is no lust in the air, in the sky, nor in the trees, where the essence of the creator lies. only devotion. and isn't that beautiful? the tenderness of flowers, unfurling under the light of the sun. and when that bright majesty dips to fall against the horizon, the moon is there, always waiting to follow. and do the trees not grow with great ambition? determined to one day kiss the sky, and feel its love breezing amongst gentle leaves. 

and it is only this sort of adoration that can last lifetimes. will its way to settle amongst a passion that breathes heavily. coaxing his skin to teem with a shiver and deep tremblings, as his tongue sweeps loosely against your lips. taut, persistent fingers gripping where they find themselves. in your thigh and in the soft make of a fur carpet. skin breaking with a sweat as he works the roll of his hips in front the swelling heat of a fire place. the winter air so cold, it'd left his skin aching. but your warmth, and the gentleness of your lips make the terrible cold worth it. and he'd carry you to this little cabin on the snowy hill top every time if it meant living in this moment. wrapped up in your legs and feeling the tight clutch of your heat. 

cody breathes into your mouth, licking against your tongue till his lips pull against yours. cock pulsing harshly as it steeps inside your warmth. a groan unearthing from him that spreads into your skin. his nose knocking softly against yours. 

"you're so warm".

you smile. voice breathy. "its just the fire". 

the air is made thick and comforting by the fire, but the hot throbbing that edges against his spine till its sloping to spread into his hips can only be wrought by the wet mess he's made of you. a meticulous build of pleasure formed by his hands and his mouth and his tongue, till he found himself buried deep. 

your fingers curl into his short blonde hair and his nape and into the sculpt of his back. thighs threatening to tremble again as your pussy flutters and works to open for him. with a spirit of devotion. a flower unfurling for the heat of the sun. and he leaves you near breathless. full but desperate still for more. feigned and ill-sated. perpetually needing his touch. you kiss his lips again. moaning sweetly as his hips grind against yours. the tuff of hair trailing up past his length, catching a pricking rhythm against your clit. and the touch there is raw and toe-curling. textured and vicious as it teases the sensitive nerves till they grow frenzied. 

"no angel". his cheek pressed into yours. lips whispering into your ear. "it's you. it's always been you".

tears prick your eyes to a glassiness. heat warming your throat as his words stick to your skin. 

the taut curl of your nipples run into him. causing your breath to hitch and your hips to cant up against him. your nails running amongst the roots of his hair again as you breathe along his lips. you kiss him sloppily, lapping your tongue till its playing messily at his. and his hips find a more eager rhythm. digging into the sticky mess of arousal till its singing along with the crackling rise of the fire. the work in of him deft as he curls in. 

his forehead rests a top yours. your fingers caressing as you cradle his head. 

a tear stains your cheek as it falls from his eye. 

you kiss the droplet. savoring the salty taste. thighs aching, but still they attempt to spread wider. anything if it means to feel more of him. all of him. 

and your lips are soft as they part to speak. tender against his.

"you love me?"

his mouth finds the corner of yours. lingering as it purses to kiss the skin there. "you know i do". 

"how much?"

desperate to hear his words of adoration, till their soaking into your skin. running in your veins as seamless as your blood. 

and the make of his love works tirelessly. drives the rhythm in his hips till the sensation of him is itched into where you throb for him. clenching hot and greedy. his fingers aching as they fist into the soft fur beneath your bodies, his other hand gripping at your thigh still. the flesh there supple and hot-blooded. 

cody's eyes are an angelic blue. his cheeks dusted red and his lips kiss swollen. beautified by passion. by the spirit of adoration. 

a tear stains you cheek as it falls from your eye. he kisses the droplet, savoring just the same as you did before.

"with everything. and it's still not enough". 

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[arachnoia]

Hobie with a tall thick reader like Megan Pete :P

Lanky skinny guy x Tall big booty country girl troupe >>>

Nsfw/Sfw Who knows

megan is literally mother pls. that trope is so fucking cute i’m in love. anon you’re so smart 🤭

tags- nsfw/sfw headcanons, afab! reader, unprotected sex, head-giving, p in v, i don’t know if this is good but requests are opennn (lowk wanna do a miguel one with a trope and nsfw/sfw but idk 🥲)

- im absolutely fucking certain he would call you a stallion. you told him once that people in high school called you a stallion and thought they were being rude for calling you a horse.

- once he found out what “stallion” meant, he started bragging to everyone he knew that his gf was a “stallion” which also confused some who didn’t know what it means.

- he would def be all over you when it comes to praising curves and and would be the type to try to match energy when it comes to confidence.

- as I said, he would def be all over you with praises, especially in your sex life and would have you as a top (with him being the occasional switch) but loves how sexy you look being in charge while riding him. (bondage is something he is into with you and enjoys it along with you straddling him…)

“you’re such a good boy for me, baby,” you cooed, caressing his face. he let out a breathless moan as you moved your hips on top of his thighs, him being buried deep inside you as you kept riding him slowly. “please, my love. you’re so beautiful…so fucking beautiful” he whispered shakily, eyes shut. he felt pain from not being able to touch and caress you due to his hands being tied on the bed frame. you started to move your hips even faster, stifling a moan from how he felt in you. “you’re so good, babe. so good for me…”

- the vibe from you two would be like that one justin bieber vid where he’s with nicki and in one part of the vid he’s like “I got my drivers license” trying to hit her up and she’s like “can you handle curves?” that would essentially be you two in a nutshell except hobie would be more of a tease to you and say something like “idk can I?” — but he loves your curves.

- there’s something about you that he loves but he can’t put his finger on it. other than your curves, he just loves your confidence and personality. opposites attract and that’s what you two are. the sun to his moon, the hot to his cold. him being from a metropolitan city and you being from the country. you’re exactly what he needs for him to stay balanced.

- as you know how to handle him and keep him balanced, he can handle you pretty good as well. even though he loves having you in charge, there are moments where he can’t help but fuck your brains out.

“oh my fucking god-“ you cried, gripping the kitchen counter as you felt your boyfriend fuck you from behind, immense euphoria hitting you like a goddamn train. you felt like a mess under him when he was finally in control. it was your 3rd round and you felt tired as fuck, cum already spilling from your pussy and onto your thighs from the two previous rounds. “fuck…” he whispered, loving the way you clench around him and having you in almost tears. he started caressing your ass before spanking it hard. he loved fucking you from the back just to feel on your ass in front of him. his thrusts started turning sloppy and inconsistent, finally finishing inside you and leaning forward to whisper to you, mumbling incoherently, “you did so good, love.”

- you’re his bright sun. the person who can put up with his compulsivity and inconsistencies. amongst all the inconsistency, the only thing he’s consistent of is how he cares for you. always looks out for you even during his missions as spider-punk.

- that being said, aftercare is great. although he might be a bit overreacting and reaching at times, he still tries to make sure you feel good after sex.

“hobie baby, I said I’m fine,” you smiled. he had given you a few seconds to compose yourself, going to the bathroom. once you raised yourself a bit from the counter and could form a sentence, he tried to carry you. “but i don’t want you to hurt yourself if you’re sore,” you rolled your eyes as he ended that with a “mhmmm” to stroke his ego. “I can walk just fine.” he gave you a look before placing you gently on your shared bed to clean you up.

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#hobie brown x reader #hobie smut #hobie my beloved #hobie x y/n #hobie spiderverse #astv hobie #hobie x reader #hobie brown #spiderpunk #hobie brown atsv #atsv hobie #sol (not de janeiro)

[lovelyiida]

KATSUKI BAKUGO X SECRETARY READER • A 500 FOLLOWERS SERIES!

❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo came to the realization that he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!

implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content

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CHAPTER 8: VULNERABILITY

PHASE 2: CONSOLE

“Beady-eyed, dog-mannered, dimwad!”

Headline, headline, headline!

PRO-HERO DYNAMIGHT EXPLODES IN ANGER DURING INTERVIEW

[unreleased footage from Pop! Magazine spreads like wildfire!]

Over 3 million views, and 10 thousand shares.

Since the dawn of the moon, you have been repeatedly refreshing the page. Each and every comment was scanned with frantic-fast movements. Relishing in this whole interview fiasco from the comfort of your queen-sized bed, you moaned in anguish.

Your face became increasingly hot as you read the comments with your third glass of wine in hand. As much as you thought the comments would be demeaning to the pro-hero, the exact opposite happened!

[COMMENT] Did you see how he took up for his secretary? Omg, that was so hot.

• 45k likes • 216 shares

[COMMENT] The way he took her hand going off the set!!!!

• 78k likes • 12k shares

[COMMENT] Oh god, send me a man like Dynamight…

• 57k likes • 2k shares

[COMMENT] Bro there’s no way they aren’t fucking

• 180k likes • 3.8k shares

Of course, that’s the top comment.

Staring at your computer, you tried hard to fathom the situation you were now slapped into. The video of you and Dynamight has gone viral, and everyone now suspects that you two are in a relationship.

And they're not entirely wrong...

Despite your late-night attempts to contact the fiery hero, your calls went straight to voicemail and your texts went unanswered. Letting out a large sigh that was once trapped in your chest, you had no choice but to sit there and let the bomb explode. And await the absolute nuke that was urging to be dropped at the office.

Staring at the messages you sent Dynamight, you scowled. “Flashy piece of carbon fiber pants thinks he’s the shit and can just ignore my messages? Leaving me to the wolves once again!” you shouted in anger. You threw your phone to the end of your bed and buried yourself in your plush duvet. Your throat becomes tight as your eyes are welled with tears.

“I’m gonna teach you, Dynamight, to never fuck with me or any other secretary again.”

The pattern of clicking heels and bustling conversations filled the office today. Usually, the bleak energy of Dynamight's office could be caught with little to no attention. But the sight you’ve seen today was out of the ordinary.

“The printers are down; just send emails!”

“Has anyone been in contact with Pop Magazine? They’re completely blocking our calls!”

“God damn it, I need a raise!”

The chitter-chatter amongst your coworkers is at an all-time high. As you started to quicken the pace of your steps around the office, scowls and stares were slapped across your face. Stepping foot by foot, you reach the bathroom and hide in the nearest stall.

The door bursts open before you can even think about taking another breath. “Can you believe Dynamight fired Hitomi and Sakura for telling the truth? I mean, the whole floor has seen the video! Even Red was speechless.” A woman says her friend snickers at her remark before chiming in.

 “I’d like to see little miss Secretary say something now; she’s not beating the slut-cretary allegations at this point–”

You didn’t know what came over you at the moment, but your feet began to move before your mind could comprehend what the actual fuck was going on. Slamming the stall open, you watch the two women flinched at your action. Eyes going wide, they stare into your soulless eyes, filled with an incomprehensible anger that you didn’t know was held within you.

“First off, let’s get one thing straight right now.”

You said it flatly, closing the stall behind you. You walked up towards the duo and closed in on them. “Me and Dynamight are not a thing; have you ever taken into consideration that I’m the only person who’s in charge of this man's reputation and career, as we both fucking know it?”

"So, of course, I’ll be hip-and-hip with the brute. Do you think I want that man in that play-pen he calls a fucking office? Oh please, Dynamight needs my ass because he can barely keep his head on every second of the day. So just maybe, we should all realize how valuable I am to all of your lives!”

“Because I know that if I wasn’t here, this building would be in flames, man-made or not.”

You spoke sternly with each huff of your breath, and the two women in front of you were left speechless. Your frown soon curled into a small twitch of a smirk before you spoke once more. “So excuse me for needing to be spoken up for. You bitches, have a nice day.”

Without looking back, your feet trailed confidently out of the boss battle that was the ladies' room and straight toward Dynamight's office. With each harsh click of your heels, you stepped closer to the office, your frown stuck and growing deeper by the second. Your coworkers took into account the drastic shift in your demeanor. From shy and outspoken to confident and ten cans of bitchy.

Without thinking twice, you throw the door open with a small huff and walk into the domain of the pro-hero. Closing the door softly, you turn at your heel and scowl at Dynamight. His amber eyes burn back at you with an almost unamused look, unphased by the absolute chaos ensuing beyond the Acia wood door.

“So what? Are we just going to ignore what the press is saying about us?” You said flatly.

“I ignored your annoying ass text messages pretty much the same way,” he snapped back slyly.

This asshat.

As you stormed towards his desk, you slammed your hands against it with a loud slap that made your palms sting. “Is it possible for you to actually talk about the issue and not be a fucking brat?” You spat with anger.

Dynamight's laidback/unbothered exterior soon crumbles in slow motion. From sitting back in his seat, he approaches you with a smooth motion, his eyes glowing amber-red as his elbows land on said desk. Looking straight into your eyes, a devilish smirk etches across his face.

“Say that again for me, Y/N; go ahead.”

Faces close to one another, you could feel the heat radiating off of the hero. You frown at his attempt at intimidation, snapping your eyes away for a single millisecond before you feel a strong, warm grip on your face.

“No, don’t look away now, pretty. Say what you just said to me again. Since you have all the audacity in the world today,” he said with amusement oozing from his tone. You groaned at the sensation of his hand gripping your face, swallowing down your fear. You spoke once more.

“I said, Man up, brat.”

A long-standing pause settles over the room as his gaze burns into your eyes. Suddenly, Dynamight stands up with one swift move. The blonde removes his hand from your face, you moan in anguish at the fade of his unsettling grip and stare into the blonde's eyes once more.

You watch as the hero points his finger at himself with a mischievous smirk,

“You wanna see a brat? I’ll show you a fucking brat!”

He brushes past you and storms out of the room. Shouting your name for you to follow, you quickly turn to follow in blood-curdling anger. You knew he was a pro and all, but there’s a statistic that for every 1 out of 5 chances, a villain can take a perfect hit at a hero of his caliber.

So you might take a chance and strike him at his weak point…

Preferably somewhere in the lower region.

You watch as Dynamight calls for an emergency meeting, calling for all staff to be in attendance. All staff from each agency scurry behind his steps, and even Red Riot follows suit. He tries to calm the hero down, but his efforts fail.

As the workers sat swiftly to hear the beloved hero's comments, your heart began to beat a new rhythm as the truth dawned on you about what you dreaded would happen next.

"So, I believe we all understand why we're in here. So let's address some rumors and set them to fuckin’ rest."

A sudden pang of fear hits your chest and seeps into your body as you hear the words fall off Dynamight's tongue and through the audience of your coworkers. Eyes scan the room until your eyes fall upon a certain red-headed main in the back towards the exit.

Letting out a soft exhale of relief, you speed your way toward Red Riot.

“Red!” You spoke aloud as you gained the attention of the other pro hero. His eyes snap towards you and he points towards his beloved partner in utter confusion. “What the hell is happening now?” He exasperates in exhaustion.

“He’s having a hissy fit because he can’t handle when the public negatively views him–”

“Negative?” He interrupted. You roll your eyes and raise your hands, completely giving up on the situation playing in front of you. “Dude bumped up 10 ranks in public favor, what the hell could he be upset for?” Red Riot spoke in confusion.

Holding your briefcase towards your chest, you sigh at the current baby of the hero stabbing daggers into your form.

“I…I’m not sure.”

As the assembly room filled up, every person in their seat watched attentively as they awaited the hero's urgent message. The blonde clears his throat before groggily shoving them in his pants. Silently pacing back and forth the head of the room with slow steps, eyes still trained onto you.

“I know what everyone is thinking to themselves, why the fuck are we here? Well, I need to address some petty rumors that are going on in the concrete hellscape.”

“All Might save us…” Red Riot groaned quietly as he watched in secondhand embarrassment at the Blondes' stunts.

"If you think me and my secretary have a romantic relationship, I'm afraid you're damn wrong.”

“Don’t listen to what I might’ve said in the past, or what I’ve said in the present. It ain’t true.”

Blah blah blah, blop blop blop.

You swore you could’ve seen physical bullshit fly out of his mouth.

“To prove this…I’m happily engaged!” The hero boasts confidently to the crowd of his workers. Shoving his right hand out of his pocket and out towards the expecting crowd. A diamond-banded ring shone brightly in the bright haze of corporate lighting.

Then, in a moment both shocking and surreal, Dynamight seizes the attention of the room with a declaration that sends ripples of astonishment through the assembled crowd. With a brashness that borders on audacity, he confronts the swirling rumors head-on, his words cutting through the murmurs like a lightning bolt.

In the sudden hush that follows, the truth is laid bare, raw, and unfiltered. The bombshell revelation of your engagement sends shockwaves through the room, leaving jaws agape and minds reeling. Eyes widen in disbelief as whispers erupt, spreading like wildfire among the stunned onlookers.

Yet, amidst the chaos, Dynamight stands undaunted, his demeanor unwavering despite the tempest of reaction he has incited. His confidence radiates as he confronts the storm of speculation with a rare candor, unapologetic in the face of scrutiny.

Calm within the midst of the business casual storm.

As for you, on the other hand, you could only think of one thing to do in this situation. Your feet rush towards the blonde with a speed never before seen, and your hand flies back as far as possible before landing a seething slap on the hero’s cheek.

Dynamight lets out a gasp of shock (and so does everyone else in the room) at your hit. You stood in front of the hero for only a moment before rushing out of the room and straight out of the office.

And now what was left of you was your body sulking under your covers once more. Leaving you to pick up the pieces of your self-worth once more.

You should consider just giving up, calling off the engagement, and leaving the industry for the rest of your life. A soulless desk job would be better than whatever the fuck this reality is right now.

So much for that speech in the ladies' room...

You tried hard to care for and take up for the hero you worked for, but at times like this, your vendetta only grew stronger. And the more your sister became right. But there's a voice in the back of your head that is somewhat empathetic for the hero.

Look at his family, for All Might’s sake!

An overprotective bitch for a mother, and an emotional father with no backbone.

(it’s okay for men to show their emotions!!!)

Of course, that would create a man with a lack of emotions and a soul-crushing ego to overcompensate for it.

Of fucking course!

Sighing into your pillow, you could only fantasize about the words you’d want to say to that man right now. 

“Tight pants, brazen-boned, bastard.” You grit your teeth together, as the words only make you angrier. “Beady-eyed, dog-mannered, dimwad!” You throw your blankets off your body and jump out of bed. Rushing towards the kitchen, you grab the fridge handle and swing the door open.

“Fuck!”

No beer.

Huffing out a defeated sigh, you eye the clock on the counter. It read 11:45.

Licking your lips, you ponder as you stare at the fridge and back at the clock. You might as well go out for a walk to cool some steam off. Shuffling over to your coat rack, you lazily threw on a hoodie and some slides. Grabbing your purse and your keys, you open the door to your apartment.

Rummaging in your purse for some convenience store coupons, you continued on your slew of words. “I bet he’s not even a real blonde, just a poser of a man-baby–”

“Hah?”

Eyes snapping wide from the voice, you jump back in shock as you see the man of the hour.

“What the hell are you doing here, Dynamight? Do you know what time it is?” You exclaimed in shock, mouth twisted down into a frown. You stared down at the blonde in anger and in utter embarrassment. Looking down further, you noticed he had a couple of bags in his hands.

Beer and chicken?

“Let me in, we need to talk.”

You scoff at the man's words as you throw your purse over your shoulder. “As if, do you know how you embarrassed me and you today?” You spoke with venom at the hero. Dynamight rolls his eyes before he speaks once more, “If it makes you feel any damn better, I made them all sign NDAs.”

You stare at the hero once more in confusion, and he stares back…unwavering in his actions.

“Okay, sure, do whatever you think will place a bandaid over this whole shit show for all I care.” Placing your hands on your hips, you watch the pro hero step towards you. “Yeah? Well, it's a pretty strong bandaid.”

You hum back in response before the both of you fall into silence. The both of you gazed at each other awkwardly, before tearing your gaze away. A light blush warms your face which makes you look down once more. Looking at the bags of fried chicken and beer, you look at Dynamights hand…

His engagement ring is still on!

“You idiot!”

Frantically looking around the outside of your apartment, you turn back and quickly open the door. You then hold the hero by the collar before shoving him inside. He follows suit with a grunt before shutting the door behind him.

“What the hell is your problem?” He cursed at you.

“My problem? My problem is that you come out to my doorstep late at night bearing a peace offering with your ring on, shining brighter than ever! Fuck-face!” You cursed back. This makes the blonde smirk at your complaint.

“If you think someone is watching us, then you’re pretty late to the party,” he chuckles.

“W-what?” you stuttered in anxiety, breaking from his gaze. You locked the doors and shut the blinds to your home. “Calm down; I paid them off a long time ago,” Dynamight rummages through the bags before setting the food and beer out on the dining table.

“Paid them off?” you asked.

“Yeah, they started watching you as soon as you pulled that stunt at the children's interview a while back. They were going to trample your door down just for a couple of gabs about me.” He spoke, cracking open a can of beer. The hero takes a couple of gulps before placing the can down.

Pulling out a chair, the hero sat down and began to speak. “You think you do all of the protecting when it's me.” He takes another swig of his beer as he stares into your eyes. You swallow a lump in your throat before you grab a seat as well.

“But you can’t say I haven’t.” You trailed off.

“Haven’t what?” He asked.

“Took care of you; everyone thinks you're this strong force to never be reckoned with, but you’re the complete opposite,” you rambled as you grabbed a can of beer and cracked it open. Taking a refreshing, much-needed swig.

Katsuki never responded.

“Y’know, it’s crazy how much this position has changed me. For the good or worse… I’m not so sure.” You spoke softly towards the hero.

“And why do you think that, Y/n?” He asked.

You bit the inside of your cheek at the question. “Before I came to this agency, I never knew what it was like to take care of someone besides myself. And even then, I was doing a shit job at it. My life was teetering on by a thin string.”

The room was silent, the only noises being the taping of Katsuki’s foot, the ticking of the clock, and the hum of your refrigerator.

“So what? You’ve never helped someone out before? Beating someone’s ass with your quirk? Nothin’?” Katsuki spoke, trying to understand where you’re coming from. But you could only let out a big sigh.

"Well, technically, I’m kinda quirkless.”

Katsuki’s tapping stopped.

He gave you a look you’ve never seen before; his eyes were growing soft and his chest began to fall. Like he’s loosening up or something. The blonde stared intensely at you, waiting for you to speak once more. Biting your lip, you continued once more.

“It's like it comes in little spurts, no matter how hard I try to concentrate and force it out. It’ll only come out at the randomest of times. I’ve never seen myself at full power before.”

“One moment I was just like you, young and so excited about my quirk. I grew up thinking that I was going to save the world and that I’d work hard and conquer my way to the top. But the thing is, as yours grew stronger, I was only getting weaker. And the next thing I knew, I woke up, and it was gone.”

“So I went through life with the mentality that I needed to give myself a bit more attention; I couldn’t just wing through life knowing that my quirk could save me. But I knew that if I could have a position of power, that would make me feel like I was making a difference out there for you of all people…”

You suddenly laughed at yourself, taking another swig of your beer.

“Sorry, I don’t even know what I’m saying, I’m already buzzed.”

“No.”

You looked at Katsuki as he spoke, a frown on his lips as he shook his head. You couldn't help but laugh at his demeanor. “All I’m saying is that maybe I wasn’t as cut out for this as I thought I would be. Maybe I’m meant to be a walking target that villains can smell. I’m a walking damsel in distress, honestly. If we didn’t meet through the agency, we could’ve met that way most likely–”

“Shut up.”

Katsuki deadpanned at your words.

“I knew someone who was quirkless, and that loser is stronger than me for all might’s sake!” He exclaimed.

“All I’m saying is that you have a good life, so be proud of it. You work hard, harder than I’ve seen most of the chicken heads that I’ve hired. So bask in that glory.” He says softly, you roll your eyes before you start up again.

“I have a good life? Says the multi-acclaimed pro hero Dynamight! Ranked number two out of the whole country, he drives a red sports car, lives in a nice childhood home, goes to a great school, gets to roll around in money, and gets to tell people how they should dress for five days out of the week? Right, my life is really good.”

You snorted at yourself, reveling in the truth you spoke. But all Katsuki could do was shake his head.

“That same person who you were talking about has almost died countless times, kidnapped in their first year of high school, and has lost too many friends and mentors to count. So yeah, I consider you to have a good life.”

You let out a bittersweet chuckle at his words, “There’s one more thing too.” You added on, Katsuki raised his eyebrows in amusement, “like?”

“You’re also the last to get married.”

Katsuki rolls his eyes and lets out an amused smirk. “Right, that’s checkmate for me–”

“How come you’re the last? I would think that you’d be the first! You’re not a bad-looking guy; you might need to work in the emotional availability department but. You’re crystal clear.”

“I uh…  I tried to do the whole young love thing but it didn’t work out in my favor.” He responded softly towards the touchy subject, but you decided to persist.

“And why do you think that, Katsuki?”

Back when Bakugo was a younger, newly emerged pro, there was someone of his caliber that he found perfect. They had the spunk, the quirk, the personality, the looks, even the barons. He believed they were perfect for each other.

He had his sights set on them since he had been working in the force. At first, they were a nice distraction. Clever banter turned into hot makeout sessions. Training days turned into blanket-covered nights where the both of them would talk about their future.

And back then, he believed it. He believed that he had a future with them.

Sometimes he would envy Kirishima; he didn’t understand why he wasn’t chosen to bear the burden of love. A warmth beyond his comprehension, a family that he could selfishly call his own.

Sometimes his mind would trail back to that night. A night that he wished he could forget. A thought that he wished could be locked away forever. He remembers the sight as he looked into their eyes—the utter betrayal.

The smirk of mischief and evil as the one and only person he ever could love has turned against him. The moment when he got stabbed in the chest, too close to his heart. And in that moment, he had to choose selfishly in a way he never wanted to.

And that choice was his life over theirs.

You didn’t know what to say at the moment, Katuski just dropped the biggest bomb you had the burden of holding. Stammering with your thoughts, you say the first thing that comes to mind. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, Katsuki…”

“I would’ve never known–”

“It wasn’t for you to know; I don’t even know why I told you that,” he said to himself. You softly smile at his harsh words.

“Well, not to toot my own horn but I’m your fiance,” you chuckled. Katsuki gives you a smirk before he looks at your hand. "Then, where’s your ring?” He asked.

“In my room, placed somewhere safe and out of harm's way!” you smiled.

"Well, I’m gonna need you to start wearin’ it more,” he retorted.

“I figured that after your little speech, you gave us away like you weren’t even trying.” You spat out sarcastically. “I didn’t even mention your name!” He raised his voice in protest. “Yeah? Well, I’m sure everyone connected the dots to a perfect fuckin T.” You spoke with a smirk.

"Well then if they decide to connect those lines to the press, that NDA will be there waiting for them to get bit in the ass,” he snapped back.

You laugh at his words before taking a final sip of your beer.

“Why did you choose to give yourself a chance with me?”

Oh, you were buzzed.

“You are a hero that’s supposed to date other heroes, top models, and superstars of your caliber. Why date some small-town secretary that doesn’t even fully have a quirk?” you spoke, just above a whisper. Scared of his next response. Feeling that as if you got the wrong response, you just might hurl all over him.

Katsuki lets out a sigh before he silently panders to himself. He was eyeing you up and down before he finally spoke with a smirk.

“I’m not sure, wishful thinking?”

“asshole”

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[mykneeshurt]

Cat and Mouse

Image - KC on Pinterest

Medium honour Arthur Morgan x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut

A/N - starting to feel inspired again. I love this pixelated man so much omfg. Not proof read. Just a quick fic I did today x

The night was humid and suffocating as you snuck up on the old plantation house in Shady Belle. The camp was alive with the distant warm glow of oil lanterns, music danced on the thick Lemoyne air as a guitar strummed in the distance. Hushed laughter and talking echoed amongst the trees that littered the small field.

That was until a familiar click of a revolver loading rang through your ears, as a cold steel barrel was forced into your temple. ‘Told you not to follow me’ a thick southern accent drawled into the darkness. Without even moving you sighed ‘hello Arthur.’ His gun was still pressed firmly into your skin as he turned your body, slamming you into the decaying stone wall.

The brim of his hat hid his eyes from view, a menacing smirk danced across his lips. ‘What chu doin here?’ His voice was low and firm, he told you clearly in Saint Denis not to follow him, but your curiosity got the better of you. So you tracked him. Through the city, through the swaps and to Shady Belle.

Looking up he peered at you, from under his hat, contempt written over his features. But with a hint of curiosity. He looked menacing in the darkness, the silver moon made his eyes glisten and shimmer. ‘Came to get me an outlaw. An expensive one at that, gonna lower your gun?’ you smiled, swiping your tongue across your teeth.

He regarded you for a moment, this wasn’t your first meeting. Not by a long shot. The two of you had been playing this game of cat and mouse for months. Slowly he lowered the gun and slipped it back into his holster. ‘That so?’ He lowered his head, his lips teasing the skin of your neck ‘bad men in these here woods miss. I ain’t the only thing you should be scared of.’

His breath traipsed along your skin, moist from the suffocating heat. Swallowing you clenched your thighs together, desperately trying to tame the ache that began to emanate from your cunt. ‘No? What else should I be scared of Morgan?’ Your breath hitched in your throat as you clenched your fists by your side.

Slowly he brought his hand to your face, running his calloused thumb along your lips. Pulling down gently your jaw dropped open, breathe getting caught in your chest. Which by now was heaving. Humming he placed his lips against your neck ‘hmmm, wild boar … snakes … crocodiles … raiders’ he trailed off wrapping his arm around your waist. Moaning softly you replied ‘ain’t none of them scare me.’

He smiled into your neck, pulling you closer ‘big brave girl huh? … well one of em should scare you sweetheart.’ Rolling your hips into him your arched your back off the wall ‘oh yeah? Which one?’

‘Me.’

Within a flash his hand was around your throat pulling your lips to his in a feverish kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck he lifted you onto his hips, immediately locking your legs around him. The kiss was a flurry of teeth, tongue and saliva, both of your fighting for dominance. You nipped at his lip causing him to growl into your mouth. Inhaling it like the finest drug it drove you further, scraping your nails along his neck.

Breaking the kiss for air your smirked at the tall handsome outlaw before you. ‘Take em off’ you ordered ‘fuck me Arthur.’ A cough of disbelief burst from his chest, normally he was the one in charge. Dropping you down he quickly undid his trousers, letting his thick veiny cock spring out. It never ceased to impress you.

Spinning you round he pushed your cheek hard into the stone wall. Unbuckling your jeans be pulled them down just to your knees, before firmly smacking his hand against your ass. ‘Fuuuuck I missed you’ he admitted between clenched teeth. ‘Yeah? Show me Arthur. Show me how much you missed me’ you whispered into the darkness. ‘Oh I’ll show you darlin’. I’ll show you …’

With that he ran his fingers along your slit, not surprised to find you soaking. You were always so wet for him, always so responsive. A groan of approval left his lips as he slipped a finger into you, stretching you ever so slightly. Hissing through your teeth you braced your arms against the wall.

He moved his fingers in and out, slowly at first before building into a rhythm. Feeling every fibre of your aching pussy, feeling how wet you were, feeling how your body responded to his touch. Quiet gasps left you with each movement, screwing your eyes shit you let the heavy night air swarm over you. He added another finger making you arch your back, weaving his hand into your hair he pulled you back into him.

‘Good girl.’ The praise slipped off his tongue like it was the devil himself speaking to you. Gritting your teeth you gave yourself over to him, succumbing to his every will, his every need. Putty in his hands.

In one swift motion he removed his fingers placing them in your mouth, you sucked them eagerly. Feeling his every growing erection poking into your ass. He revelled in the feeling of his fingers in your mouth, the silky feeling of your tongue on his fingers knowing you were getting off on tasting yourself. ‘Wan me to fuck this pussy of yours sweetheart? That what chu want?’

Nodding furiously you sucked his fingers clean, savouring your own justices as they danced along your taste buds. Spanking your ass once more he nipped your ear ‘spread your ass for me.’

Leaning back against the wall your pressed your shoulders into it, using your hands to spread your ass open for him. ‘Damn’ he whispered to himself, lining his cock up to your hole he pushed himself in. Your wet pussy drinking him in instantly, both of you moaned in unison as he filled you completely. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix as he fucked you against the wall.

His grip on your hips was deadly, bruising, all consuming. He slammed his body into yours, it was brutal, over and over again. You both moaned into the night as he dominated your mind, body and soul. Releasing one of your cheeks you reached down and played with your clit. ‘That’s it, jus’ like that darlin. Fuuuck’ he drawled, you could hear how close he was. His voice was wavered and tense.

‘Arthur … don’t stop … fuck’ you hissed biting your lip. Your muscles tensed under your moist shirt, pulling you closer and closer to oblivion. ‘Cum on my cock darlin’ … I got chu.’ He words of praise pushed you further and further, the way his voice growled in the darkness like some unknown deity from long ago.

Feeling yourself tighten you moved your fingers faster and faster. ‘Oh … fuck … Arthur right there.’ With one final thrust you fell into void of complete and utter pleasure, your hearing muffled and your throat went hoarse as you rode out your high. Bucking and clenching over his cock you rode out your high, biting into your hand to muffle your moans.

Arthur’s breath began to falter, catching in his chest as he neared his orgasm. Placing his hand on your shoulder he tried to stabilise himself as he pulled out. Shooting his cum all over your ass and back. Bending down he rested his head on your shoulder as he caught his breath. He chest heaved into your back, you could feel his heart thundering in his chest.

Humming to yourself you reached behind and cupped the back of his head ‘always a pleasure Arthur.’ He chuckled against your back before standing up, placing himself back into his trousers. He grabbed one of his gun rags from his pocket and cleaned you off before helping you stand.

Once you had tucked yourself in you placed your hair in a messy bun offering him a warm smile. Cupping your chin he kissed you firmly on the lips before staring into your eyes, ‘strangest bounty hunter I ever met.’

Placing a strand of hair behind his ear you giggled ‘only for you Mr Morgan. I could take you in if I wanted. But I like this game more than the money. Till next time’ you winked as you hopped up onto your horse, before galloping off into the Lemoyne night.

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[corazondebeskar-reads]

Kinktober 2023 - Day 20: Thigh Fucking (Joel Miller)

a home amongst the stars

Jackson!Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: Joel gets home after a late patrol and finds solace in your warm body.

Warnings: Explicit content, consensual somnophilia, vaginal fingering, thigh fucking, pre-book with your dentist 'cause this shit is too sweet, soft!Joel, Joel Miller deserves nice things

Inspired by the Kinktober prompts from @absurdthirst

also on ao3

When Joel gets home from patrol, the moon hangs low on the horizon, swollen and copper. He stops outside the door, wondering if you saw it before you went to bed.

“Oh wow, honey,” you’d have said, smacking the back of your hand against his chest to get his attention, “Look at her tonight, isn’t she gorgeous?”

The way you’d stop and stare drove him nuts when you first met. Always wastin’ time, not paying attention to your surroundings, all over the fuckin’ moon.

He gets it now, he thinks. The way it’s always beautiful, no matter how many times you see it.

When he gets up to the bedroom, he strips out of his jeans and button-up. You’re sprawled over the side of the bed, twisted with your face smooshed into the pillow and an arm dangling. He slides in behind you, sheets cold from the autumn breeze.

You’re warm. He folds himself around you, pressing a kiss into your hair. The exhaustion fades a little when he feels the sheer heat coming from your cunt, where his hips are pressed close.

The two of you are like specters in the house, the only signs of another person found in a drying coffee cup on the counter or damp towel hanging over the shower.

Joel’s been doing doubles as a favor to one of the men in town whose wife just had a baby. It’s been over a week, and he’s only seen you like this. Fast asleep. He knows you’ve been missing him, and you clearly spent the evening with your fingers stuffed up your cunt until you were worn out.

He’s jealous. He'd jacked off in the shower a couple days ago, but as he watched his cum circle the drain, he knew he had lost the taste for it. His drive wasn’t what it used to be, so it wasn’t like he was achin’ by the end of every day. He’d rather wait until he could bury himself in you.

You snuggle back against him, ass rubbing against his cock. It had wised up to the situation, and you moan softly as he pushes his hips just so, nestling himself between your thighs and against your pussy.

He ran a hand over your arm and slid it down to your hip, smoothing over your soft belly. You’d been in Jackson for two years now, and it had done both of you good, bodies secure enough to hold on to muscle and fat.

He cups a breast and gently rolls your nipple, savoring your soft moan and the press of your hips before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties, intent on tugging them down until he could press into you. You loved waking up that way, with him already buried in your cunt.

“Nuh-uh, baby,” you swat at his thigh with a limp hand. “Y’can’t, it’s too close.”

Joel whines, wrinkle between his brows deepening. There was, of course, a downside to your recovered health. Your cycle had started back up about a year ago, and given that neither of you were interested in the life a baby requires and condoms are as common as a carnival, you kept careful watch.

“Just—mmm, just keep doing that.” You twist a little to see him, the way the shadows fall over the creases of his face, smoothing a little when he looks down and sees you smiling at him softly in the moonlight.

He gently rocks back and forth, fully hard now that you’re up and interested. If he angles just right, he can bump the head of his cock against your clit. Even with your panties in the way, you throw your head back and give him all the pretty sounds he wants to hear.

“S’that feel good?” he asks, mouthing at your neck and jaw.

“So good, baby,” you reach around with your free arm and clutch the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

He dips his hand in the front of your underwear and swipes his fingers through your folds. You cry out, and it warps into a desperate whine when he draws his fingers out. He strokes your slick over his cock so it moves with ease between your thighs.

“Please, Joel,” you say, squeezing your legs tight to trap him where you want him.

How can he not oblige? His name on your lips is so sweet. He gives you what you ache for, steady fingers stroking at your clit. You find your peak moments after, crying out for him.

He eases up a little but doesn’t stop—he doesn’t like to finish until he’s pulled two or three out of you, at least. Needs the way your body shakes and clenches and grabs for him when you fall apart. But you’re not having it tonight, whining as your oversensitive bud aches at his touch.

“S-sorry,” you gasp. “It’s too much. I didn’t—ah—didn’t know when we’d have a chance, so I took care of myself tonight.”

He withdraws his hand and wraps it around your hips. “I know, darlin’. You were all soaked when I got here. You know I can’t resist when you’re all wet and waitin’ for me.”

You open your mouth to apologize, but he leans down for a kiss, instead.

He kisses like he fucks—tender and deep. You’ve always marveled at the way his love is so tangible. It overflows out of him, and you yearn to drown in it.

His thrusts are getting a little sharper, a little desperate.

“Fuck, baby, you close?” you say.

He moans and presses his lips against yours again, licking in like he can take some of you for himself and keep it. He spills between your thighs, leaking onto the sheet, and holds you close against him.

When he’s spent, he keeps you close but lets you roll over to face him. You lean up and press a kiss between his brows. The line there is carved deep, you know you’ll never be able to smooth it out. Decades of worry have done more than you can fix. But it always softens a little, like he remembers to relax when you kiss it.

“You see the moon tonight, darlin’? It’s real pretty.”

You light up, eyes sleepy but bright, and scooch out of his grasp to pad over to the window. He follows you and wraps his arms around your chest while you raise the blinds.

“Oh, wow,” you breathe, reaching up to hold onto his arm with both hands, “wouldja look at that?”

He understands completely.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #soft joel miller #jackson!joel #the last of us fic #the last of us fanfic #kinktober 2023

[tallulah477]

Hey! have u seen the avatar blood moon prompt yet? its sooo good!!

Hi!! I HAVE! This one right?

It’s such a good prompt! I love the idea of the blood moon making the Na’vi go absolutely feral. I’m sure anyone who’s spent even a second on my blog knows how much I love primal play (predator/prey kink) and the idea of them chasing their poor victim through the forest is sending me 😩

CW:// Dark!Na'vi, Primal Play (Predator/Prey Kink), Chasing, Blood Play, Painful Transformations, No Smut (shockingly) but definitely ***NON-CON***

Like . . . imagine your Na’vi of choice is reacting to this Blood Moon. You’ve never seen this before, how they look up at the sky in both a mixture of horror and awe, because this is a special moment for them, a pure primal and instinctual state offered to them by The Great Mother where they are made to let go of their inhibitions and just listen and react to the urges inside of them. But it’s like out of a horror movie for you, watching how they go from staring up at the sky with wide amber eyes to falling to the ground, almost writhing in pain as their humanity is ripped from them right before your eyes. Their muscles are bulging, rippling under their skin as they crawl and claw at the ground. Howling cries and guttural growls fill the air as their bodies twist against the soft moss of the ground, and you think you can feel the sound reverberate through your entire body. Their fingernails lengthen, sharpening into deadly points, canines growing to the point that they dig into their bottom lip, drawing blood if they're not careful. They're not.

Their eyes are red when they snap their head back towards you, the now crimson irises seeming to bleed into a scarlet haze amongst the whites of their eyes.

Run, little prey. Those eyes tell you. Run, and run fast - because the sadistic look in their eyes tells you they want to eat you alive.

You can't run fast enough, sprinting and crying in panic through the Pandoran forest as you hear whatever thing that's overtaken your Na'vi's body come after you. They're growling - snarling as they chase you, dark aborted laughter cutting through the trees as you flee. The forest offers no comfort - the usual bright bioluminescence and glowing pinks, purples, and blues that usually light up the forest at night are now covered in the deep red glow of the moon.

They've left their bow discarded on the forest floor, their hunting knife having fallen off their body in their furious thrashing during their painful transformation. They don't need it to hunt you now - every primal instinct they have is locked on you.

They catch you in less than a minute, tackling you to the forest floor and pinning you on your back. Your arms come up to keep them back, desperately trying to keep them away, but they grab your flailing arm, holding it still in a tight grip by your wrist and slowly drag their razor sharp nail down the length of your forearm.

Your screams are like music to them in this state, your pitiful sobs as they lean down and catch your dripping blood on their tongue is like a shot of ecstasy straight into their veins as they lick possessively up your arm, making sure not to waste a single drop. Their nails find their way to your collarbone, tongue dragging along the pooling red, moaning at the sweet taste of it on their tastebuds.

There's blood dripping down their chin from their mouth, and it's impossible to tell if it's coming from the twin puncture marks in their lip or if its your own. It doesn't matter, they make you taste it anyway - their hand gripping your chin as they roughly press their lips to yours, smearing the shared blood along your lips and tongue.

Long scratches mark up your body - torso, chest, and arms smeared with blood and their bloody kisses as they work their way lower and lower and lower.

Your heart rate is still through the roof, pounding in your chest so hard you think it might burst out, but your screaming has stopped, replaced instead by full bodied sobs as they nip possessive kisses on your hip.

Their crimson eyes stare up at you, somehow both glaring and full of mirth as they grin and bite at the flesh on your hip, their nails savagely digging into your sides to keep you pinned. Those eyes stare into your soul, telling you that they own you now - and the red haze of the Blood Moon above mocks your fate.

ANYWAY~~ LMAO. I didn't mean to write a whole drabble about it. The way I could have kept going is insane. I hope you like my little thought process here tho . . . maybe . . .

What are your thoughts on the prompt, Anon? I'd love to hear them! 🧡

#𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒆 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔 ♡ #𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔 ❃°•° #𝑰𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙 ⤷✉

[hikikolol]

*vity as your fwb*

ot9

idea from this piece (*slip up*) where in; nine of your friends take turns into pleasuring you -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

♡ park serim

he'd so be the type to call you up in the middle of the night when he's feeling a little stressed from all of the requirements given to him from his course

hard dom on days he's frustrated and soft dom on days he just wants to chill

calls you 'angel' 'babe' 'baby' with the occasional 'slut' 'cum bag' and 'cock sleeve'

dreams of the threesome you did with woobin that one time (it was the first time you squirted so much)

would literally invite you out to the gym just so he could fuck you right after

black lingerie sets him off bad

asks you to cockwarm him often when he works on his reqs

♡ ma allen

it's obvious that allen is a giver, your pleasure is his pleasure

insane fucking stroke game through and through

he calls you in once every blue moon, it's because he always waits for you to make the first move (he feels guilty that the other guys use you too much that he doesn't want to take your rest days and make it his own...unless you ask for it)

literally would make a list on his notes app on things he did that made you moan loudly so he could do it all in one go the next time you guys do it

such a SWEET FUCKING THING

one of the best aftercare fr

moan his name, it would make him lose his mind

♡ koo jungmo

would literally use his "black card" excuse to bed you when you're not in the mood

sugar daddy in the making fr

the one who started it all by asking you to suck on his dick one night when he was feeling horny and it was just the two of you in his room

you don't know why you said yes but it was mostly because his eyes were too mesmerizing

great at sex and you can't even deny it

highest sex drive amongst the rest, it surprised you the most when his stamina was so high even after three rounds (as if he doesn't almost die from running up four floors of stairs)

treats you out on dates after resting which is nice

it's the literal princess treatment

♡ seo woobin

the literal definition of soft dom

so caring before and after intercourse that you might've thought he was your actual boyfriend

sweet fucking words dripping like honey while he whispers them into your ears MY GOD

tries not to ruin you too much but can't help it on some days when he's feeling a little bit more

you still dream of the day when sweet ruby choked you while you were having sex, it was one of his rough days

he dines and he wines before he fills

makes you breakfast when you sleep over too, waffles became a staple

loses his fucking mind when he sees you in a skirt. he would literally go up behind you and starts grinding (this is when you guys are alone in the dorm, he's not big on exhibitionism)

♡ ham wonjin

it's a 50/50 with this dude, there are times where you're horny but his jokes turns you off immediatley, and there are times where his jokes made you completely wet

he's great with sloppy thrusts, those make you cum so much faster

he likes eating you out too

lingerie lover, would seriously not take them off whilst you fuck

high socks too? sign him the fuck up, he loves the visual of your flesh being so tight in long socks, it turns him on way too much

you had to remind him that periods were a thing at one point because he was trying so hard to eat you out but you kept pushing away

texts you at the ass crack of dawn to say he's at the door and to let him in so you can fuck (there are times when you left him out to go home, though)

literally goofy sex to passionate real quick

besties 5ver tho

♡ kang minhee

lazy sex? yeah, lazy sex

literally would be lounging around on his bed and you'd catch him stare at your tits until you give in and pull your shirt up yourself

can't deny this man of tits, could literally spend hours fucking them

wearing a low cut shirt will be the death of him (cue dragging you into his room for a quick fuck)

sleeping on his bed would most probably end up with sleepy sex as he grinds his hips onto you while you try to sleep

you can never say no to minhee, honestly, because once he uses that eye smile that lifts up his freckled cheeks oh you're done

aftercare consists of him wiping you down then throwing it at a random corner of his room to lay down with you...falling asleep right away (one time you had to put his brief and boxers on for him while he slept)

sugar daddy in the making

♡ song hyeongjun

an absolute switch, one day he likes being on top then the other he's a complete bottom

his whimpers makes you lose your mind, gets louder the nearer he is to cumming too

he texts you in the middle of the night to tell you that he touched himself to the thought of you, in a very shy cute way that had you running to his doorstep

drives you insane with his thrusts, insane stroke game pt. 2

high stamina = hours on end

skirt kink pt. 2

most fav position is when you ride him though, best position for switch me thinks. one minute, you control the speed and the next, he has you slightly lifted up so that he could ram himself into you (cue screams)

luvs luvs luvs when you call him 'puppy' but will never say that out loud

�� kim taeyoung

has an ego taller that the tallest building fr

pretty chill but can totally be evil, he starts up most of the threesomes...

absolutely gets a kick at seeing you fucked out, and maybe being fucked by someone else while he's in the room

flirts nonstop to get your attention

something you found cute though is when he kind of gets shy after cumming, the shy smile that creeps up to his face when he reaches out for something to wipe you with looks so ethreal

loves to look at you while he fucks, it's either staring at your fucked out face or his point of view when his cock disappears into your cunt, he feels like it's straight out of a porn video

after all that shy shenanigans though, he never fails to pull up his digi cam to take a picture of you being a mess (all with consent of course)

♡ ahn seongmin

the first time you had sex, you were expecting him to learn quickly but you never expected him to make you moan so loud

seriously has the most sub energy but is surprisingly a switch, you loved it when he put your legs up to ram into you (made you cum embarrassingly fast)

tries not to overthink too much when he's pleasuring you so that he could enjoy it himself, forgets that thought the moment you moan out his name though

he knows the a to z of aftercare, went as far as to put on a face mask and pampered you all night

likes to do it in private, meaning, if there are other people in the dorm, you can forget about it

would like to learn how to eat you out next

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- surprise!! came earlier than expected lmaoo i had way too much motivation to write today so here you goo hihihi hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it <33

#cravity smut #serim smut #allen smut #jungmo smut #woobin smut #wonjin smut #minhee smut #hyeongjun smut #taeyoung smut #seongmin smut #cravity hard hours #hikikolol-vityy