#I just want to draw him in lace lingerie okay?

[mrmoriartea]

Every day. We stray further from god

#shigaraki tomura #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #I just want to draw him in lace lingerie okay? #like my bestie said that b*tch needs a bra #so who am I to disobey her?

[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ synopsis. rich boy aventurine wants to tear up the new lingerie he's bought you // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡ cw. prone bone, he rips a hole in your tights <3, fem! reader ♡

"fuuck, it looks so good on you," aventurine's gruff voice chimes against your mouth as he shapes his lips into yours, subtle and blurred and tasting of fresh peppermint— and there's a subtle hint of hunger to it, one that elicits a whimper from you, the low imposing of his voice making your stomach twist.

one sentence of your boyfriend was all it took for your thighs to press together and clench hard, and with him having you lavishly dressed up in the finest, most extravagant pieces of lingerie, it felt all the more heart thundering.

in fact, you will never get tired of listening to his voice, yet, something tonight was quite divergent of your previous days of intimacy— because there was a sense of urgency, of lust and his inability to take his eyes off you.

aside from his face signalizing pain and ache, he easily towers above you before smoothly sliding a hand through his blonde hair, "when i saw it in the store, i just knew it would fit you flawlessly, but doll..." he whispers, and his digits go straight down to grab at your ass and roughly squeeze it, his mind wandering in uncharted lust.

a tasteful gasp spills from the tip of your tongue as aventurine flips you on your stomach at last, attentively waiting for you to perk your butt up a little, as you always did for your boyfriend, walking him to his demise, "fuck, i need you so much," he tenderly brands your ass with his rough palms as you feel a nuance of power in his lustful traces.

you bite down on your bottom lip, "i need you too.." and whine blissfully as he grinds down against your plush ass, his fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear and playing with the lace trim, your swollen cunt peaking from under the thin material as he tauntingly tugs at the hem, only for the elastic to smack back against your skin.

"hey! be careful with the new pieces you got me," you feign a pout as you feel his cock bulge through his boxers, "you will rip them, baby," you continue to retort as your voice suddenly crumbles from within and a deep surge of emotions cascades through your frame the moment aventurine breaks a hole through your tights.

even the ripping effect of the fine material breaking into multiple pieces sounded expensive to your ears— in fact, you made sure to put up a mental sticker of getting him back for this later.

a low chuckle of amusement echoes over him as he draws his cock out before taking it in his palm, stroking lightly and slowly smearing his glossy pre from the tip to his shaft, "you can pick out the next one, okay?"

you roll your eyes at him as aventurine carefully draws his body on top of yours, "we can buy an entire collection," he whispers with a smile as you attempt to swallow the saliva in your throat.

you moan lowly, getting turned on by the constant presence of his wet tip pressing but failing to enter your hole, ah well— it's effective enough to make your pussy throb around nothing, strings of your arousal connecting the two of you as your trembling frame yields against his body.

your mouth opens before his words could register in your mind as you lean into his touch, hips wiggling so he could easily slip inside. you're so dizzying— it makes aventurine want to conquer every inch of your walls, every single spot of your thoughts and memories until you're fucked out of your mind.

the hard plane of his palm flexes against your skin as he leisurely grinds himself inside, your walls engulfing him in a heated, much-needed embrace of your warmth. "more— please..." you grab back to tangle your hand into his messy hair as he moves his hips into you with sultry drags, the cloying noises of your wet cunt undeniably elating the entire scene.

aventurine sighs out, "you're always so— tight, when we..." he pauses before placing a subtle kiss on your neck, "when you let me feel you," as he readjusts his hips a little, so he could feel you up deeper.

your stomach contorts at his rough, yet at the same time, passionate rocks of hips as you felt your slick arousal slide between your legs and mess up the soused panties and broken tights, as if, that would somehow even matter anymore.

it feels a little dirty, you can't lie, and you really loved the way you looked in this precise set of lingerie, but it also feels so good, when aventurine made you lose yourself from the torridity of being spread apart, his twitching shaft and his balls repeatedly smacking against your skin, so eager to be consumed by your wet walls.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #aventurine x you

[munson-blurbs]

Happy Saturday! If you’re still taking requests for the 2k celebration, could I request Eddie/mall/lingerie? And happy 2k followers, definitely well deserved!

It's the return of perv!best friend!Eddie, y'all. Hold on tight.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), creampie, pet names, public sex (no one around tho), barely any foreplay because I'm lazy, friends to lovers

WC: 1.6k

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Shopping with Eddie is like pulling teeth. First, you have to convince him to actually come to the mall with you. Then you have to continually bribe with treats from the food court just to keep him from driving off without you. Today, he’s snacking on a giant cinnamon pretzel from Auntie Anne’s and slurping on a root beer.

“Remind me why I need to be here again?” he whines as you compare two denim miniskirts that look identical to him, but apparently, you can spot a difference. He takes another bite of pretzel and sighs indignantly.

“Because,” you explain, exasperation evident in your tone, “I need a man’s opinion on what to wear for my date tonight, and you’re the closest thing I have.” You laugh as he playfully shoves you. “And I needed a ride, so…”

“So, basically, you’re just using me for my male gaze and my car, huh?” he asks, running a hand over a neatly folded pile of shirts on display.

“Pretty much.” you chirp, putting both skirts back on the rack. “Ugh, this is hopeless! I’m never gonna find something.” You blow out a big breath, puffing your cheeks. “One more store and then we can go home, I promise.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but dutifully follows behind you, taking the opportunity to check out the way your shorts perfectly hug your ass. He feels a twitch in his pants as your hips sway back and forth, and he wills himself to look away.

Unfortunately, in his pursuit to keep himself from popping a boner in the middle of the Starcourt Mall, his gaze lands on the entrance to a lingerie boutique. The mannequin out in front is adorned with a red lace teddy that leaves nothing to the imagination. His eyes dart back to you, and all he can think about is you wearing it. But not for your date with whatever schmuck you’re going out with tonight; no, Eddie wants you to wear it for him. In his bed, straddling his waist, grinding on his–

“Shit,” he mutters. He thinks his voice is low enough to keep you from hearing, but he cringes as you swivel around to see what the problem is, catching him trying to discreetly adjust himself over his jeans.

“You okay–oh,” you giggle, taking notice of his predicament. “Careful, Casanova; y’might wanna pick your jaw off the floor.” You put your forearm on his shoulder and rest your chin on top of it, making him tense up even more. “Who are you picturing in that? Chrissy Cunningham? Tammy Thompson?” Before he can answer, you press on. “Ooh, or maybe a supermodel, like Cindy Crawford or Iman? C’mon, who is it?”

“What if I was picturing you?” Eddie tries to play off his words teasingly, but the raw lust blowing out his pupils gives him away. 

Biting your lower lip, you can taste the gloss you’d applied earlier. Every time Eddie jokes with you like this, pretending he wants you, it kills you inside. “Do you think I should try it on?” You look at him innocently, batting your eyelashes as you call his bluff. “Y’know, for Kyle tonight?”

At the mention of your date’s name, Eddie shrugs your arm off of him. “No,” he growls, hooking a ringed finger through your belt loop, “want you to try it on for me.” There’s no hiding his hardness now, and you can feel his heart beating faster as he draws closer to you. He swallows thickly, waiting for your response. 

You’re too stunned to speak. Eddie has always been a flirt, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him, but he’s your best friend. There’s no way he seriously wants to see you in lingerie, right?

“O-Okay,” you manage, turning towards the store. Eddie intertwines his pinky with yours as though ensuring he won’t lose sight of you. You find the teddy in your size and bring it into the dressing room. To Eddie’s dismay, you yank the velvet curtain closed. He tilts his head slightly, trying to find a gap wide enough to get a glimpse of you changing. He can just imagine you shimmying out of your clothes and into the sheer lingerie. 

Fuck it. 

Careful not to expose you to a customer passing by, Eddie slips into the room, resting his hands on your waist as you examine yourself in the mirror. The lace clings to your body, hugging your curves in all the right ways. You can feel his hard length pressed up against the back of your naked thigh. 

“Eddie,” you breathe out, trying to ignore the fluttering below your belly, “what are you doing?”

“Tell me something, princess,” he says, purposefully ignoring your question, “I pictured you putting this on, but who did you picture taking it off?” He waits for what seems like an eternity, silently praying that Kyle’s name doesn’t pass through your lips.

You turn to face him, letting his strong hands fall below the curve of your ass. “You, Eddie. Always you.” As soon as you give your answer, Eddie’s mouth crashes onto yours. He brings one palm to cup your cheek while he kisses you hungrily, moaning lightly with each flicker of his tongue against yours. He guides you to the wall, palming your breasts through the minimal covering.

Eddie nudges his knee between your thighs, brushing against your sensitive sex, and you moan involuntarily. “Oh, baby,” he coos, chuckling at your reaction to his touch, “so needy, aren’t we? I bet you’re already soaking wet. Almost pathetic how desperate you are f’me, huh?” You want to fire back with a witty retort about how he was the one who wanted you in lingerie; he barged into the dressing room while you were changing, but you can’t string words together to form a sentence. Instead, you nod dumbly, making him laugh again. “Don’t worry; I’ll tell you a little secret.” He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, “This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about your sexy little body in one of these. Not even the first time today, actually.” 

With that, your fingers fly to his belt, unbuckling it as deftly as you can, and tug his pants and boxers down his thighs. His throbbing cock thwacks against his torso, leaving a pre-cum stain on his shirt. He hisses at the sudden relief, using his own fluids as lube to pump himself. You start to get onto your knees, but he stops you.

“If you put your mouth on me, ‘m never gonna last,” he warns with a smirk. “That’ll be for next time, yeah?” The promise of a next time excites you even more, and you allow him to hoist you up against the wall, pushing aside the lace as he runs his cock along your slick folds. “Y’ready?” His eyes are wide; though he wants nothing more than to be inside you, but only if you want to. When you nod, his smile exposes his soft dimples. “Thas’ my girl.” 

My girl my girl my girl. The words swirl through your brain as Eddie pushes his mushroom tip into you. The stretch is a mixture of pleasure and pain, melting into only the former as he slowly ruts up into you, allowing you to take a bit more of him each time.

Eddie’s never had sex this good before. You dig your fingernails into his back as your pussy clenches around him; he feels himself growing even harder inside you. He grabs the plush of your ass as he quickens his pace, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

“Goddamn,” he groans, nearly whimpering as you tug on his hair. “Your body was meant for me, baby. Takin’ me so well, like you were made for my cock.” 

“I was m-made for you,” you echo, feeling your body tremble with delight. “Eddie, Eddie, oh, fuck, Eddie!” You lean your head back, exposing your throat and giving him the perfect angle to suck a bruise just above your collarbone.

Eddie chants your name, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he leaves more hickeys. “Can’t hold back much longer,” he confesses, trailing his tongue over the fresh set of love bites, but he keeps the same rhythm that’s driving you wild. “Wanna get my princess off before I do, though.”

“K-Keep going until you c-cum, please,” you beg him, “just like that.” You bring your middle finger down to your clit, rubbing deliberate circles until you feel your orgasm wash over you. “Yes, Eddie. I’m cumming, cumming for you…feel s’good.”

Bucking his hips harder and chasing his release, Eddie is a panting mess. “Shit–gonna cum, gonna cum in-inside you, fuck.” His hot seed coats your walls as he cries out your name one last time. He gently pulls out of you, leaving cum dripping down your leg while you struggle to regain your balance.

“Looks like we ruined it,” he offers, motioning to the lingerie. There’s tears along the crotch where he roughly moved the fabric, and the mixture of your releases is starting to leave a stain. He tears off the price tag and crumples it, tossing it to the floor. “Put your clothes on over it, hmm? It’ll be our little secret.” He pauses, giving you a mischievous smirk. “Unless you wanna tell Kyle tonight?”

You shake your head. “No. No Kyle. Only you.” Honestly, you’d forgotten all about your date until Eddie just reminded you. “Gonna cancel so we can do…that again.” And hopefully again and again and again.

Eddie throws his arm around you. “Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs, “now that I’ve got you, we’re not stopping until that little number is completely destroyed.”

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #fanfic #bug's 2k celebration

[tojisun]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8tQfwXt/

this with biker!simon 🤭 the way he just melts omg

OH MY GOD I YELLED

nono fr omg the way he melted as soon as he heard it and the way he literally looks like hes about to lose his mind on the highway??? SCREAMING

!! suggestive - minors dni; sexting ig // biker!simon mlist

thinking about how this isn’t really something you’d usually send—you’re so used to his friends snooping on his phone so of course you two have to be careful. discreet.

but.

it’s been a while since you two have done anything more than rushed make out kisses. even the last time you two tried to squeeze a quickie, it was still, somehow, interrupted by your conflicting schedules.

you’ve tried to hold onto your patience. tried holding back even when all you wanted to do was jump simon because there he always is, beautiful and hot and just overall so goddamn attractive, it should be illegal to be that good looking.

but it’s been a while now. and you’ve missed him dearly.

it didn’t help that his last meet was all over social media, getting mixed into edits because of fucking course he is a tiktok edit now. you really can’t blame anyone—you were there, after all.

you’ve seen, first hand, the way he unveiled his new shop project before pairing up with that guy who you all still call konig. god knows what his name is but honestly you’re not even curious anymore. not when simon stole the goddamn show. again.

then the asshole had the audacity to point at you, black leather gloves stark against all the flashing cameras, and you watched as he made a little fucking heart with his hands. if the cameras weren’t going ham on simon then, they sure were after that little flirty stunt.

you felt yourself be engulfed in flames so, yeah. you really can’t blame anyone for sharing every pictures and videos they have of simon that day all over the internet.

still, somehow, you want to monopolize him. possess him.

and, if you’re not blaming anyone for sharing every sliver of simon’s meet, well, you hope no one can also blame you for what you’re about to do.

-

simon grunts as he finishes rounding a corner and begins easing into the highway. he rights himself up and blazes past the straggling sedans to get into the thick stretch of the road.

it’s not too windy today but dusk is breaking out and simon’s just glad he’s finally en route to your place. it’s been a long day and gods he’s missed you.

he gets the notification a few minutes in.

“hey, baby,” your message starts. “i missed you.” there’s a pause. “i’m wearing that lingerie you’ve always liked, you know the blue little thing? i forgot how lace feels since it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

simon’s breath is suspended in the pathway through his lungs, his eyes going wide as your words draw on. not even siri’s robotic voice can shake away simon’s thoughts—the vivid imagination of coming home to see you in that lace bralette and panties and—he grips the hand clutch tighter—the matching lace choker it came with.

fuck-

“might start without you, lover boy. so drive home—to me—safe, okay? see you soon, baby. love you.”

fuuuck.

simon books it home.

AAAAHHHH SCREAMINNN no bc this is me w simon!!

#anon #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley #female reader #ask #suns

[boyfriendstevie]

Photographer!bf!stevie who’s obsessed w your 🐱 to the point he takes artsy soulful pics of it !!!!

oh... my god. anon. u have awoken something inside of me. i... i am unwell. i hope u enjoy | .7k; fem!reader; 18+!!! mdni!!!

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Steve loves to take pictures of you. All day, every day. You’re his muse, as he says. Not all of the pictures are sexual. Steve thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he just needs to capture that. To save it, even though the pictures never quite do you justice. He’s got rolls and rolls of film of you in all states of dress, and more polaroids than he knows what to do with. A normal, tame picture of you smiling at him during a date night goes in his wallet, and the dirtier ones get tucked into the corner of one of the drawers in his nightstand. 

His favorite pictures of you, though, are the private ones, the ones that do get tucked away for later. The ones he’d never share with anyone else. The ones of you dolled up in pretty lingerie, tits spilling out of the delicate cups, pussy covered in soft lace. The ones where you’re wrapped in your bedsheets, hair a mess against the pillows. The ones where you’re wearing even less, completely exposed for him and him alone. 

Ones where your own fingers are in your cunt, or even better, his cock is buried inside of you. He loves the pictures he takes just after sex, thumb pulling at your folds to spread you open, slick and cum dripping out of your entrance. Your face is rarely in the pictures, but that’s okay, he doesn’t need to see it to remember the way you looked writhing against the sheets, to remember the sounds you made as you came.

You’re always shy about it, no matter the situation. It’s not that you mind, you know that Steve would never do anything with the pictures that you didn’t want. But it’s hard not to preen at his attention and adoration for you. He’ll pull out of you slowly, nose nudging against yours gently, and when he sits up to see the mess you’ve both made, your wild hair and plump lips, he hurries to get his camera, “Wait, stay right there, baby. You look gorgeous right now. Need a picture.” 

“Steve, you already have more than enough,” you complain, though you don’t actually mind. You pose exactly as he wants, legs spread around his figure, totally bare for him.  

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, more to himself than you, as he takes the picture. 

You giggle shyly, hands covering your face as you draw your knees together coquettishly and to one side, “Oh shush.” 

Steve gets serious then, shaking his head quickly as he snaps a few more before putting the camera down on the bed, “I will literally never shut up about how beautiful you are. My perfect girl. This pretty pussy is just for me, huh?” 

“Just for you,” you sigh as his hands push up the length of your legs, spreading them open for him again, fingertips dipping into the mess between your thighs softly. Teasingly. 

“Yeah?” he asks, fingers tracing up your slit until he finds your clit, “‘s all mine.”

“‘M all yours,” you repeat, breathless as he rubs your clit gently, knowing you’re probably still sensitive. You throw your arm over your eyes as you close them, overwhelmed with his praise and his touch. Still, your hips lift to his touch, chest heaving. 

“I gotcha, baby,” he murmurs, fingers circling your entrance, collecting your slick and his cum to push inside of you as he slips his fingers into you with a filthy sound. “Christ, honey.”

Your face burns, and you can’t help the whine you let out, “Oh— f-fuck, Steve—“

His fingers curl perfectly and you moan loudly, back arching off of the bed. Steve is great at multitasking; his fingers fuck in and out of you while his free hand reaches for his polaroid. He manages to take a shot of his middle and ring fingers deep inside your cunt. As soon as the picture pops out of the camera, he tosses it aside and doubles down, thumb rubbing against your clit, “Will ya let me taste your pussy, too, sweetheart? Can never get enough of you.”   

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington fluff #photographer!steve #photographer!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve thots #kit answers #anon #kit writes

[noirvette]

main 3 + butters! seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!!

first time doing headcanons and a scenario 😋 also i apologize in advance if this is bad, i've written nsfw only ONCE before and hated it so much that i never finished it BAHAHA

cws: nsfw, but nothing too explicit Aged up characters! (College au, early 20s)

♡ STAN MARSH

Thinks he died and went to heaven for a second in all honesty. Like he could not believe you standing in front of him wearing lingerie.

He saw you with it on and had to process what he was seeing, definitely stuttering as he finds the words to say

He's rocking with it though, 100%. Has always had a small thing for lingerie but didn't exactly know how to bring it up so he just never said anything lol

Stan seems to me as a more of a red satin kind of guy, simple sets work for him

Doesn't want to tear it or anything, when taking it off of you he's rather careful, more so into savoring the moment of seeing you in lingerie (and eventually you out of it).

Whether its false bravado or not, he gets over his initial shock rather quickly

"You okay? Babe?" Stan calls out, sitting on the side of your bed tapping his fingers against the frame.

"Yeah sorry, coming out now," You respond, walking out of the bathroom, covered in a simple red satin lingerie set, "you like?"

"Holy shi-, wow you look good. Damn." Stan stutters out, taking you and your outfit in, "you, uh, you didn't have to do this you know. I'm- I'm, not saying you look bad, holy shit you look so good-"

"I know I didn't have to," You giggle, a blush covering your face, walking closer to him before sitting on his lap, "but I wanted this to be special, you know for our first time. I wanted to look good for you."

Stan licks his lips, reaching to kiss and bite at your neck as his hands grip your sides before they slowly make a descent down to your hips. "Well, you always look good, doesn't matter what you got on." His fingers tug at the waistband of the underwear, "but fuck, this is so hot."

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

Doesn't know what to do and he doesn't know what to say either

Definitely whines/quietly whimpers at seeing you in lingerie though

He'd be a fan of dark green lace or floral sets

Another one to be careful with taking it off of you, but its because he's so nervous

Finds the concept of lingerie initially dorky until he sees you in it and now he understands the appeal.

He is so cute bro, he has the biggest blush covering his face and he stutters and he can't make eye contact (kicking my feet and giggling as I write this about him rn), definitely repeats words and phrases as his brain is trying to think of what to say next

Kyle covers his mouth, embarrassed at the whimper that leaves him as you lift up your shirt, revealing the dark green lingerie underneath. You feel him getting even harder underneath you and you slowly roll your hips against his. Kyle quickly grabs onto your hips hard and shakily moans, hands gripping you firmly.

"Baby, baby, baby.." Kyle whines out as he stares at how well the dark green compliments your body. "Mhmm," you hum, "what is it?"

"You look so good, so good.." He looks so dazed as his eyes constantly dart over your body. Kyle is absolutely smitten with the way the lingerie sits on you.

"You like it huh?" You whisper as your bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He nervously swallows and turns his head to press a kiss into your hand, before gently biting a finger while looking up at you.

Turning his head back to face you, he whimpers out a "god yes," as his hips buck up up into you, drawing a small moan out of you, "so so much."

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

There is one singular phrase going through his head when he sees what you got on and it's "fuck me"

He's so unbelievably hard in like 2 seconds that it's alarming

He's a fan of sheer brighter colors and garters, but really any lingerie set looks good and he's really fine with anything you're putting on.

He'll rip the fabric off of you, he doesn't really care if you make a noise of complaint, he's too invested in getting him in you and making you feel good.

He'll make it up to you later by managing to get you another set later. (That he rips off you anyhow, it's a never ending cycle)

Would love to receive pictures of you in various lingerie sets. So after this whole thing of surprising him by wearing it for the first time, he'll want pictures of you from now on.

"Fuck y/n," Kenny groans, bucking himself against you, "you look so pretty. My pretty baby." His hands wander over your body, feeling the thin material and your skin causing him to become impatient.

Kenny leans forward to suck at your neck, causing you to let out small moans. "I need, need, this off of you. Now." Before you're able to say anything, he tugs at the top half a bit too roughly, ripping the thin material into halves.

"Kenny!" You exclaim, shock and annoyance evident in your tone.

Kenny stops briefly and he lets out a small laugh before kissing you, "I'm sorry hun, can't wait. Need you now. Gotta make you feel good."

You huff, "This was a bit pricey, Ken. How are you gonna make this one up?"

He snorts, before flipping you over and situating you so his face is pressed between your thighs, "Oh I'll make it up to you baby, and then some, promise."

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Another blushy and nervous wreck to see you in lingerie.

I feel he'd LOVE white sets, design doesn't matter, but there's something about wearing white in his eyes that just.. gets him going yk?

He definitely has a battle with himself on where to place his hands. Do you want them on your waist, hips, do you want to hold hands? What if he rips the fabric?

Stutters out compliments. Compliments you the whole time actually, his eyes nervously watch your every movement

He loves if you brush your body still clad with the lingerie against his bare skin. The feeling of technical skin contact but thin material between you two has got him in a chokehold for some reason

Calls you his angel because of the white lingerie and how beautiful/ethereal you look to him right now

Butters believes this is how he dies, underneath you, clad in a sheer white lingerie set. You slowly drag your fingers against his skin and he finds himself without a single complaint as to how he would be dying. He finds himself without many thoughts actually and the ones he does have are just about you.

"Oh god angel," Butters shudders, his brain turning into mush at the feeling of your body against his. His hands hovering just above your thighs, as he nervously thumbs at the material draped over them.

You giggle at his behavior, "you can touch me, you know?"

"O-oh, I know honey, but, you.. you just look so gosh darn gorgeous and..." he trails off, adams apple bobbing as your drag your hands along his waist. "..and what, Butters..?" You whisper against his ear.

His hands grip your thighs and bites his lip. "I want you.. please honey, my angel." He shifts underneath you, hoping you catch the hint and quit teasing him.

#stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh headcanons #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick headcanons #butters stotch x reader #butters stotch headcanons

[xylomane]

𝙎𝙤... 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚...

Ft. Diluc Ragnvindr Context: You're bored after he left for work and he called you somewhere at night to ask if you want anything from the malls since he just so happened to stop by one. Teasingly and craving for naught, you ask him to buy you a lingerie. You wonder just what kind he'll pick. Does he even know those...?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ｄｉｌｕｃ

"Huh? what's wrong? It's just a lingerie, you're the one with a problem not me." You say nonchalantly through the phone. "B-but listen, okay? I'm not good at this and even if I am-" You dropped the call, not even motivated to listen to anymore of his stammers. He's cute but still. It's been fifteen minutes since you requested him for a lingerie and he's still not convinced to agree? How will you know his favorites now?You can't wait another day. You needed to know his preferences.

Diluc knew to himself that he really didn't mean to disappoint. He just... never saw himself suitable for these kinds of things. He is a gentleman of course, with a name and a status to protect. He can't just show up in a lingerie store and attract some attention, his sex life would be questioned if somebody were to recognize him. (Diluc is famously known as the son of the founder of the most successful wine company in the entire world)

Diluc, knowing himself as a pleaser, didn't want to disappoint you any further so he sends you a text to assure you that he'll make it happen: "I'm sorry darling, I promise I'll get you one. I hope it is to your liking." The moment he hits the 'send' button, he rubs his face and sighs.

Diluc goes straight back inside his black car to drive to one of his most trusted tailors. He has given them many commisions regarding clothing before, and they always come out stunning. He let himself relax over the cushioned seat of his car, picturing whatever kind of reaction you'll have on your face until he arrived at the pavement before the tailor's building.

Diluc tried. He really did. He declined the offer for a designer because he wanted the lingerie designed only by him. If he were to still get a designer for it, it might take a day or two before it gets finished. Plus... it's a little... embarrassing. Diluc gets uneasy just by thinking about it.

Diluc needed it done by midnight and it's currently 10:00pm. He knew he needed to hurry but now that he himself, being known to always have a phrase ready on any occasion, had been explaining for about half an hour to a tailor that felt like he was suddenly speaking gibberish, there's no doubt that the chances of making the lingerie might be delayed.

Finally, the tailor sighed at him, exasperated with all the mind work to understand his stammers. She simply told him, "Paper and pencil. Show me when ready." And she hands him two objects that made Diluc's confidence stutter.

Diluc stares at the paper and he feels his cheeks burn with shame. It felt like his confidence just depleted. He knows full well she's just as stressed as he is because, hearing himself, the conversation did not make any sense. But was it really that bad...? Where the tailor even needed visual aid FROM HIM because he sucked at explaining what he wanted? Diluc isn't one to drown himself in shame anymore, so to save face for himself, he actually got to work.

The tailor had been observing the young man behind the rims of her eyeglasses and goodness- she can tell this man is holding back. At some point, as she stuck different pins on a gown of her own design, she contemplated whether she'd rather ask him what he would like to see on a woman in bed or why he wants to see that on a woman in bed. In the end, she waves the thoughts way. None of her business.

Diluc started drawing, straps and laces here and there... rose patterns? Not bad. Is the crotch area too thin? He asks himself then resorts to erasing the entire sketch of the bottom garment away. Is the fabric transparent? Diluc's eyebrows point down. But... that's a little too... he felt his hands reach to cuddle his length, goodness how is he supposed to-

Diluc really wanted something, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable so he kept holding himself back and doubting each design. Even when Diluc's head spiraled with ideas, he didn't know which one of these ideas intrigue you the most.

At this point, Diluc doesn't really know where to begin with anymore, his tried everything and it's almost been an hour. He didn't want to delay the lingerie any longer so he just followed his heart in the process. Ok... ribbons. Ribbons? Is that too weird on a lingerie? Surely not. Red lace ribbons? There? Yes, his mind liked those. Attached on what color though? Maybe something baby pink or peach. He needed them in two pieces of course.

Finally, he folded the paper unequally to four, stuffed it in his pocket, and then reached for the tailor to whom he finally said the design to. He didn't hold himself back this time and openly told her of how he wanted the lingerie to look. He wasn't planning to show it, but ended up showing it anyway.

"Good thing you got it done..." The tailor told him, letting out a sigh of relief as she placed measurements on a mannequin. "You sure have grown Master Diluc."

Diluc froze at that phrase. She's not lying nor is she wrong. All Diluc really wanted to feel was the lust in the look of you... breedable and inexperienced before him but of course he can't say that so he realized that after all these thoughts, he cannot talk back. He can't. Like, really. It made him feel so awkward that he had to think of an excuse to get out of the establishment. "I'll wait by the car." He excuses, "Just call me when it's ready. Make sure it's done before midnight." And they assure him that it is to be done quickly for the fabrics have already been chosen for the lingerie.

The tailor throws him one last curious stare behind her eyeglasses and then brings her hand to sew and get back to work while musing the unexpected request. (Last Christmas, Diluc asked the tailor to make a dress for you so she already knows your size)

When Diluc got into his car, he brought both his gloved hands to his face. What. A. Night. He didn't know it was THAT hard to think of a lingerie for you. All those thinking of how you would look on those or how it might terrify you really took a toll on him. He can't disappoint you. He mustn't.

Five minutes of breathing exercises and he would soon realize how less embarassing it actually is. Now that he thinks about it, you probably asked him to buy you a lingerie to see what he wants... if that's the case... then he didn't regret his final design. So long as the lingerie compliments your body and keeps you confident in bed he can just-

Diluc felt himself slightly aroused on his seat. He needed to get home. He opened his phone screen and it greets him with the current time: 11:17pm. Suddenly, there was a knock on his car window. Fortunately, it was the tailor's assistant, telling him to go see the finished product inside. He follows the man towards the establishment and when he does see it, he calmly accepts it.

Diluc got home at around 11:40pm and you were already laying asleep on the bed. Laughingly though, your fingers are way too close to your undergarments and Diluc can't help but muster a chuckle upon seeing you so innocently sleeping after maybe, pleasuring yourself. When he wakes you up, you realize you had accidentally fallen asleep after-

You tried to explain to him, throwing lies upon another lie, until Diluc shows you the custom-made lingerie he prepared for you. Your face burned red as he threw them on your hands. "Wear it." He tells you, "See for yourself." His voice is slightly gruff and yet it is calm and soft. You put it on inside the bathroom and... it had you speechless. The theme is cute but so... revealing. Is Diluc really... into this? The good boy, easily flustered, reserved Diluc you know? Shyly and awkwardly, you walk out of the bathroom.

"Everything is see through..." You mumble and Diluc trails his lips just on your neck to whisper, "You asked for my preferences, didn't you?" His voice was rough with warm heavy breaths tickling your skin. His hands reach to touch the back of your waist and pull you closer.

That night, Diluc was rough but aftercare was still done on both of you. (am legit blushing like a slut here lmfaooo)

Kazuha ver. here

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #genshin #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc imagines #genshin impact diluc #diluc x fem!reader #diluc headcanons #diluc au #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n

[fayes-fics]

Make It Better

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, Modern AU

Summary: Soothing Benedict after he has had a rough day.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, vaginal sex, woman on top.

Word Count: 1.8 k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Request fill for two anons (here and here) asking for soothing Benedict with sex after a rough day and him declaring he’s your biggest fan during sex. Just a short little piece about loving intimacy and gentle sex. Enjoy <3

As soon as he walks into the bedroom, you instinctively know something isn't right. It's late—after midnight, which is unusual. But you can see, even by the muted glow of the bedside lamp, the strain etched into his face, the way his jaw seems tense.

“Everything okay?” you check, putting your book down as he peels off his shirt, his back turned.

“I don't want to talk about it,” his tone slightly clipped, the way he snaps the sleeves down his arms signifying his irritation.

“That's okay, we don't have to,” you offer, “but I hate to see you upset,” you add softly. “Is there anything I can do?”

Benedict turns around slowly and sighs heavily, rubbing his hands over his face, the sound of the rasp of stubble the loudest thing in the room.

“No,” he looks morose, “but thanks,” he adds as an afterthought, reaching for his fly zip.

You probably shouldn't, but you watch. Watch him push down his trousers, his trim torso and meaty thighs drawing your eye. You know it's probably not the right time to be ogling your boyfriend when he's upset, but it's an instinct, as reflexive as breathing.

He pulls back the duvet on his side and climbs in, in boxer briefs, belatedly reaching under the covers to yank off his socks and toss them towards the laundry basket.

“How about a massage?” you offer, seeing the tension around his shoulders as he settles back against his pillow.

His head flops towards you with a wan smile before he echoes again. “No, but thanks.”

“Okay,” you twist the edge of the duvet covering your body. You are wearing some new silk lingerie, hoping to surprise him once he got home, but now you are slightly hesitant. “May I show you something? Something a little risque?” you ask demurely, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

His mien turns intrigued. “What?”

You slide out from under the covers and stand up to show him what you are wearing. It’s matching bra and knickers, navy blue, his favourite colour, silk and lace, peekaboo slits over your nipples and somewhere else much more intimate.

“I was hoping this view might make your day a little better, Mr Bridgerton,” you entice, running your hands down your sides and looking at him through your lashes.

You watch his face morph from one of exhaustion and sadness to surprise and arousal. Wordlessly, he sits up straighter, leaning back on the headboard, and with a crooked grin, twirls his finger, signifying he wants you to turn around for him. It makes your blood crest warm, and you push up onto the balls of your feet to do an elegant, balletic, slow twirl, pausing briefly when your back is turned so he can see the g-string.

“I am a lucky man,” he exhales as you prowl around the bed to his side.

With a coy eyebrow raise, you throw aside the duvet covering him and straddle him on the bed, your crotch rocking against his, feeling something stirring in his underwear.

“Well, I am a lucky lady,” you respond, pitching your voice intentionally seductively, spidering your fingers up each of his abs as if to illustrate your point. “I get to dress up for the best man in the world,” your fingers trailing up his breastbone. “And make him feel better when he has had a bad day.” 

Your fingers curl around his chin so you can tip forward and kiss his lips. He hums into your mouth as you deepen the kiss, tongue tangling languidly, rocking gently on his pelvis, feeling his cock swell under you.

“Tell me,” you smile as you pull back from the kiss. “What would you like me to do? To make your day better?” You punctate your question with a slight gyration of your hips, and he grabs you there, holding you down still.

“Just this,” he smiles relaxed.

“Are you quite sure?” You ask teasingly as you pitch forward, bringing your lips close to his ear. “I’ll do anything you want, ” his hand on your hip flexing, his breath hitching in his throat. “Anything,” you add duskily before sucking his earlobe into your mouth.

“Ride me,” he requests quietly. “Take off my underpants and climb on my cock.” There's a firm edge to his tone that is so very appealing, stating clearly what he wants.

You push up onto your knees and shuffle down the bed so you are able to pull down his underwear, peeling it down his legs and flinging it away, your eyes trained on his cock as it bobs free—already hard and red. Doing his bidding, you immediately crawl over him and line him up. It's only then he realises the slit in your underwear, growling lowly at the sight of your puffy pussy lips straining through the fabric and stretching around him as you sink onto his cock, already so wet that he slides in easily despite his girth, which always makes you groan.

“Fuckkkk,” he curses, throwing his head back, the cords of his neck bulging as he swallows deeply, his throat bobbing heavily.

You grab his hands from your hips and guide them to your breasts so your pebbled nipples, peaking through the slits, are pressed into the warmth of his palm. He tips his head back down, opening his eyes that are now blazing. You start to move as you hold his heated gaze, pushing up and sinking down in a slow, deliberate motion. His breathing gets heavier as you hit a rhythm, enjoying the slide and stretch of his cock deep inside.

“Are you sure this is all you want?” you flutter your eyes, not wavering in your movements, leaning your hands on the headboard on either side of his head for leverage.

The hands cupping your breasts squeeze a little tighter. “Definitely,” he smirks slightly, glancing down to watch himself disappear inside you.

You smile at him as you rise and fall in his lap, savouring the almost serene pace, drawing out the sensations, revelling in the feel of every contour and vein on his cock. With a contented exhale, he closes his eyes, his hands sweeping down your skin from your breasts and around to grasp your bum cheeks, kneading with long, elegant fingers.

“Is this making your bad day better, Mr Bridgerton?” your tone coquettish.

“Always,” he hums, a lazy smile claiming his lips even as his eyes stay closed. 

You love it when he is like this. When he lets you take control. He lays back placidly, lost in what you can do for him, to his body. He has had a long, taxing day, and this is what you can gift him—a salve for his soul, making him feel good, wanted, and desired. 

His incisor catches his bottom tooth as little noises burble in the back of his throat, making you move a hand from the headboard to cup his jaw. His unfocused eyes flutter open, long eyelashes batting as you hook your thumb over his bottom lip, pressing your pad against the slightly reddened spot his tooth caused as you keep up your leisurely, sensual movements.

“I want you to feel so good,” you murmur.

“I do,” he whispers back.

The only noise in the dimly lit room is both of your soft moans and sighs, you undulating upon him, his grip on your bottom encouraging each rise and fall. The slight burn in your thighs is worth every second. You reach back, placing your hands on his kneecaps and leaning away, changing the angle slightly so his cock rubs differently deep inside. You moan as this new position has him hitting the spot inside that makes your eyes roll, speeding up a little to get the right rhythm of friction, the one that is so addictive.

“You are beautiful,” he breathes, your eyes popping open to see his raking you covetously as you greedily take pleasure from his body.

Then your world tilts as he grabs your legs and flips you down onto your back, still inside you, your legs twining around his hips as you smile lazily at each other. He starts to fuck into you, a gentle rocking motion that feels so good your fingers rake over his back.

“You always know just what to do,” he states sotto voce, “to bring me out of my moods; I'm a lucky man.”

“I'm a lucky lady,” you echo. An honest response, even this second time tonight. It is no less accurate for you than for him—the perfect balance to each other.

Something clouds his expression, and his eyes look almost watery as he stops moving, holding still buried deep inside you, warm bodies pressed together.

“What is it? Why did you stop?” you check quietly.

“I… I'm just your biggest fan,” he blurts out, almost embarrassed to say it. “Loving you, being in love with you, is so easy. You are always the very best part of my life… I…” he looks lost for words, and you realise whatever happened today must have hurt him in some way, leaving him feeling vulnerable, raw-edged.

“I love you, Benedict, your good days, your bad days, your ugly days; I want your everything, always.” It's hushed but emphatic, assuring him of your devotion, wanting him to know that you want to be his safe harbour, his escape, his place to rest and find peace.  You run your fingers over the contours of his face as he looms above you, all-encompassing, his body bracketing yours.

“Marry me,” it spills out of his mouth almost unbidden, and you see a moment of panic in his expression. “Oh fuck, I'm so sorry; you deserve much better than that.” He lowers his forehead to your breastbone and sighs heavily.

“Ben,” you whisper. “Ben, look at me,” you add after a beat when he doesn’t move.

He tilts his head up, little spots of pink high on his cheekbones as he does so, patently embarrassed, his hazy blue eyes almost sorrowful.

“I don't need a fancy proposal,” you soothe, “and hell yes, I’ll marry you.” You add, unable to help the joyful smile tugging at your lips.

His eyes light up, and his whole face morphs into one of elated surprise. “Really?”

You roll him over onto his back, again your bodies still joined, kissing him deeply. 

“Yes, really, I can't wait to be your Mrs Bridgerton,” you declare, taking his left hand and sucking his ring finger into your mouth pointedly as you start to ride him again in earnest now.

And that's how you make his day better, with words of affirmation and loving him passionately. Riding him until his noises turn desperate and needy, his hands hot and heavy on your flesh. Until he is spasming under you, calling your name as his body goes stiff just as you also find your release, your pussy clenching hard around his cumming cock, both floating on a cloud of mutual bliss.

You always know how to make it better for each other. Always.

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[aurumacadicus]

My partner dumped me yesterday, so could you please if you have time or inclination today, write a fluffy or sexy V-day prompt with WinterIron? I need some serotonin.

That's crummy my dude. Anyway Tony's bodysuit is this one.

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Tony had been freaking the fuck out since January fourteenth. JARVIS had asked him if he wanted to make plans for Valentine’s Day, since they needed to be made well in advance for such a popular holiday. Sure, it would be around four months that he and Bucky had been together, but was that early to do Valentine’s Day? He could admit to himself that he was pretty damn committed, but he knew that he went all-in way too quickly. He just wasn’t sure that Bucky was that committed. He’d said ‘let’s see where this goes’ and while he seemed to have fun, Tony couldn’t tell if that was in a ‘Tony’s comfortable enough around me, hot, and amenable’ way or in a ‘hey, this could be forever’ way.

He split the difference and bought the biggest Whitman’s Sampler he could find (Bucky and Steve had a fondness for the boxes, even if the recipes had changed from 1912), a nice watch, and an upgrade for his bike. Bucky still got finicky going out in crowds sometimes, so he wasn’t going to try and take him out on one of the busiest nights of the year. Chocolate, dinner in, and maybe some wine to end the evening with would be fine for a four-month relationship. Probably.

Tony had also splurged and bought himself something lacy. He and Bucky hadn’t been intimate long, just a couple months, but he thought, if there was a time to surprise him, maybe it would be on Valentine’s Day. If Bucky didn’t like it, he could play it off as holiday fun and then hide all his other lingerie, he figured.

Bucky had said he’d be busy until dinner time, but that was fine. Tony had to work that day, too, and if he was focusing on paperwork, he wasn’t focusing on whether he’d done too much, or too little, or the way the lace was pressing into his skin under his suit. It was fine. Everything was fine.

Except, when he was putting the bags of takeout on the counter to plate up, then he got self-conscious about the way the lace felt over his hips, around his chest. This was still new, he reminded himself, rushing back to his bedroom. Four months! What was he thinking?! He was gonna scare Bucky off. Sure, Bucky was open to new things in the bedroom, but maybe Tony had to ease him into full lingerie sets that cost more than Bucky’s entire wardrobe. Besides, he didn’t even know if Bucky liked Valentine’s Day. He’d had plans today, after all. Maybe he was only coming up for dinner because Tony thought it was special.

Okay. It was going to be fine. He just needed to change out of his suit and lingerie. He could put on one of his band tees and jeans. Bucky said he liked it when Tony looked… comfortable. Was that a compliment, Tony wondered, movements slowing to a stop. Was it a good thing to be called comfortable? It must be, he thought, hands slowly returning to the buttons of his shirt. Bucky always smiled slow and syrupy at him when he said it. He obviously liked it. Right?

…Right?

Tony hesitantly glanced in the mirror. He’d decided on a lace bodysuit, figuring a one-piece would draw attention away from the mess that his chest was. It also helped hide the fact that his abs maybe. Weren’t as defined as he would have liked anymore. He unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down around his thighs, turning to look at the back. Well, at least his ass still looked nice, he figured, frowning. Maybe he should go with the red silk thong instead of the whole… lace ensemble. He could try again when they were further into their relationship, probably. The thong would be fine. Everything would be fine.

“Tony,” Bucky said, sweeping into the room.

Tony spun toward him, surprised, mouth dropping open in shock. Bucky did not typically barge into his personal quarters. Usually, he sent a message via JARVIS or text. He still hadn’t gotten changed. And now Bucky could see everything, from his open shirt to his pants around his knees.

And Bucky appeared to be looking, if his wide eyes and gaping mouth were anything to go on. He was holding a large bouquet, Tony noticed distantly. Pinks and reds and pops of orange and yellow. He hadn’t gotten Bucky any flowers. Should he have?

“Well,” Bucky said, dropping the bouquet and approaching him with long, sure strides.

“Bucky?” Tony asked nervously, shuffling backward.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to take a romantic bath, but I see you’ve got the romance covered,” Bucky continued, as if he hadn’t heard him.

“You’re coming at me very quickly,” Tony squeaked, nearly tripping as his feet got caught in his pant legs.

Bucky’s face took on the focused expression he got when he was fighting, eyes sharp, every movement carefully calculated—predatory came to Tony’s mind. “And you’re going to be coming very quickly,” he told Tony seriously, and Tony squawked when a moment later, he found himself sailing through the air toward his bed.

Then what Bucky said actually registered, and he only had a moment to screech before Bucky leapt on him like a wild animal.

#aurumacadicus answers #anon #aurumacadicus writes #winteriron

[hypnoneghoul]

okay i know this is not a pairing you write/draw normally

but like… pretty mountain in… idk… rain‘s pretty clothes? hed look so pretty right? those long legs in tight pants or even short skirts… mountain is circling my brain since yesterday. some eyeshadow and eyeliner to make his eyes pop… yknow?

ohhh I for sure love me some good mountrain from time to time. also tagging @forlorn-crows cause i know u love them always heheh

760 words, feminization but not forced, babygirl mountain and sir rain, blow job but fade to black?

He couldn’t stop staring. Never could, Mountain too captivating of a sight, the heat in Rain’s gut made only hotter by the fact that clothes hugging the earth ghoul’s body were his. Mountain knew exactly what he was doing, having a specific goal in mind. Each and every one of his packmates had their own way of taking someone out of their head and this time he craved Rain’s personal brand. And after all these years together, he knew exactly what buttons to push.

Mountain had taken a long shower, shaving nearly his whole body, covering himself in a floral scented lotion, making his skin soft and shimmering. He’d used a dark eyeliner on the lashlines of his eyes, adding a bit of black but sparkly eyeshadow to blend it out, and topping it with a mascara. The one he’d known would leave pretty streaks on his cheeks when he’d start crying. He’d finished the look with a deep red lipstick, one that smudges. 

Like that—body wrapped in a fluffy robe, hiding the lingerie he’d also put on—he’d slinked into Rain’s bedroom, diving into his closet for one specific dress. Once he got it and put it on, Mountain laid himself out on the water ghoul’s bed, knowing that he should walk into it just–

“Mounty? What– Oh,” Rain stumbled over his words, taking in the image of the ghoul all dolled up and waiting for him. He cleared his throat, getting over the initial surprise, and went right to it. “I see my good girl has decided to pay me a visit, hm?”

Mountain didn’t speak, only blushing at Rain’s words even though he had expected them. Wanted them. 

“Yeah, she has,” the water ghoul smirked, stalking closer. “What do you need from me today, sweet girl?”

“Wanna– I wanna suck your cock,” the earth ghoul mumbled, shy all of a sudden. His eyes flashed, as if remembering something. “S– sir.”

“Good girl,” Rain praised and crawled over him on the bed, trapping Mountain’s much bigger form under him. It was truly amazing how Rain could make him feel so small and delicate. The water ghoul leaned down to drag his nose up Mountain’s neck, inhaling deeply his sweet scent.

“You’ll get it, baby,” he whispered into his ear before pulling away. “All dolled up and pretty for me. I bet you’re hiding something real nice under that dress of mine, too, yeah?”

Mountain nodded, swallowing thickly. He looked up at Rain through his lashes, accentuated by the mascara, and the water ghoul felt his rapidly chubbing up cock kick. He placed a hand just over the other’s knee and started slowly dragging it upwards, smirking at him shivering.

Soon enough he found delicate lace stretching over Mountain’s cock, damp already. “There it is. I’ll play with it later, but first…”

Rain straightened up, smiling at the earth ghoul’s blissed out expression, his pretty face, eyes as big as ever with the makeup, and his lips, all red and full. Rain opened his pants, just enough to pull out his dick, sighing as he loosely wrapped his hand around it. As soon as Mountain saw it, he started salivating, needing the water ghoul to shove his perfect cock into his mouth and down his throat.

Yet all Rain did was stroke himself slowly, up and down, twisting his hand at the head and letting out a soft sigh fall from his lips.

Mountain was hungry. “Sir, please.”

“Don’t you worry, babygirl. Just getting it all nice and hard for you.” With that he scooted forward, coming to straddle the earth ghoul’s chest instead of his legs. Mountain went cross eyed, not being able to look away from the cock just in front of his face, yet so far.

Rain cupped his cheek, thumb gently running over his cheekbone and Mountain barely managed to not lean into the touch with a purr. Instead, he let his tongue loll out of his mouth as both an invitation and a plea.

The water ghoul obliged, closing that last tiny bit of distance and laying the head of his cock on Mountain’s pink tongue. He moaned immediately when the taste of Rain’s pre hit him, eyes squeezing shut as he struggled against his need to swallow the whole shaft down right away.

“There we go, my good girl, so patient,” Rain cooed over him, running his fingers through the shiny auburn strands. “You’ve earned it, you can choke on it if you so wish.”

And, oh, did Mountain wish. 

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[rafedaddy01]

omg i love your writing and i am backkkk, i actually have another request if thats okay.

reader and rafe go to a wedding and when they are separated bc rafe is talking to his friends and she is too, he looks at her and sees her with a kid (4 years old or so) and it suddenly hits him how much he loves her and he wants to spend his life with her, so like when they get home he tells her and she feels the same and it ends with smut, like breeding kink and stuff!! thank youuuuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Notes: thank you so much! I love hearing stuff like this and I love getting requests from you guys!! I hope you love what I came up with ♥️

Please leave a comment and let me know what you guys think

Warnings: smut, breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, unprotected sex, language

I looked over at my girl.

My girl.

I can’t believe I get to call her that.

She is mine.

She’s wearing a black flower pattern dress that is a bit too short for a wedding but she’s frisky like that. She’s got a white cardigan covering her sexy shoulders and she looks divine.

“Excuse me miss” a little boy tugs on her sleeve and asks her a question

She looks so much in her habitat. Maybe I should put a baby in her and show her what it’s like to be a real mom.

I let my thoughts ponder for a few minutes as I stand near my friends and watch her talk to the kids that have surrounded her now.

“And when two people love each other they get married, that’s what we are celebrating today. The love between two people” she looks at me when she explains this to the little boys and girls surrounding her that are just as mesmerized by her beauty and angelic voice like I am.

I smile as I walk up to her. “Excuse me kiddos, mind if I steal my love from you?”

All the little girls giggle as I take her outstretched hand and twirl her towards me, dropping her upper body down and holding her lower back as I dip down and kiss her.

“Let’s get out of here”

****

Back home I waste no time undressing my girl.

“Holy fuck, you look beautiful” I say as she strips down to a matching, lacy, black lingerie set that hugs her tits perfectly and wraps around her tanned skin deliciously.

“Shit.. please tell me you weren’t wearing this all night!” I groan as I think about being next to her and her wearing such a dirty piece of clothing

“All. Damn. Day” she says slowly as she lets her dress pool at her feet and crawls to me on the bed.

I quickly pounce on her and flip her over so I’m towering over her and pin her wrists above her head, I give her body one quick look over before meeting her gaze and speaking “you wore this while talking to those kids? You naughty little minx. Maybe I need to punish my sweetheart”

I lean down and kiss her neck and she lets out the cutest little moan I’ve ever heard.

This girl will be the death of me.

I let her wrists go and she runs them up my back as I drop my lips down to their breasts, pulling the lace bra down and popping a erect nipple between my teeth. She whines as I tease and twist her buds.

God I could sit here and play with her perfect breasts and listen to her sounds all day.

“Tell me what you want sweetheart” I tell her as I pepper kisses on her rose scented skin, down to her covered pubic bone.

“I-I need you to touch me rafey” she says

Fuck I love it when she calls me that.

“Yeah sweetheart? Where do you need my touch?”

“Everywhere” she says in a breath as she opens her legs and I shimmy her panties down.

As she takes off her bra I peel off my tux shirt and dress pants, leaving me in my boxers.

I immediately get back to my girl because being away from her is like missing a piece of my heart.

“Now.. where does my sweetheart need to be touched?” I ask her as I draw circles on her inner thigh.

“Rafey.. please”

“Ah ah, I need to hear you say it sweetheart. I’ll give you what you want you just need to ask” I can’t help but smirk after I say this because I love getting a rise out of my girl. It always turns her into a freak and she secretly loves it.

“I- I need you to touch my pussy” she screams out as I bring a finger to her entrance and dip it in her arousal

“Holy fuck sweetheart, you’re soaked. Is this all for me?”

She bites her lip and nods

Fuck teasing her, she’s wet enough and I just need to be inside her right now.

I take off my boxers and position myself ontop of her as she wraps her legs around my waist and pushed me closer.

“I watched you with those kids today and it made me realize how much I want to have our own kids” I say as I push a strand of her hair back and watch her expression change from lust to love

“Rafey that’s so sweet, of course I want to have your children” she says before pulling my mouth to hers and kissing me.

As we kiss I push my lower body into her.

She moans into my mouth and I accept it.

I pull away and look down to we’re we connect

“I want you to stop taking your birth control, starting today. I’m gonna fill you up with my cum so that your constantly leaking. That way I can make you a mommy and you can start calling me daddy”

“Fuck rafey! Right there” she scratches at my back as I pick up the pace

“You like that? You like thinking of me as a daddy and having my children growing in you?” I snap my hips harder as she clamps down on me with every word I say

“Shit sweetheart, your suffocating my cock. Such a dirty little whore. You like the idea of walking around with my cum dripping out of you”

“Yes!” She whines as I grind my hips and keep thrusting.

I lean down and bring her nipples into my mouth. “Can’t wait for these to leak milk so that I can suck it out of them” she moans at my words

“Holy fuck! Rafe! I’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me mommy, let go for daddy”

I snap my hips in a faster pace as i hit her sweet spot over and over again

“Shit sweetheart, do you feel me in your womb? I’m gonna fill you up now, okay?” She moans her agreement as she clamps around my cock and I let go.

Spurting my cum deep inside her and her womb sucks it right up.

I stop thrusting and pull out, some of my cum starts leaking out and I bring two fingers down and push it back in

“Rafe!” She whimpers as her legs shake

“Shh, it’s okay sweetheart. We’re gonna make you a mommy, yeah?”

She pouts as she nods and I pull my fingers out before laying next to her and cuddling her

“I love you so much y/n, I really do want to have kids with you. You’d make the best mother” I kiss her forehead as she snuggles closer to me

She sighs, “I love you too rafey, and you’d make the perfect daddy”

“Careful sweetheart, I’m already ready for round two”

She giggle and I could never get tired of hearing that sound.

We lay in bed for hours. Fucking, cuddling, fucking again and eventually sleeping.

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Reminder [Tim Rockford x f!reader]

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Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Merge Mansion ad (can't fucking believe this...)

Pairing: Detective Tim Rockford x you/cishet f!reader

Tags/Warnings: reader wears sexy lingerie but no description of body type, blowjob, deepthroating, workplace sex.

Summary: Tim Rockford works too hard, and too late. You have to remind him of what's waiting for him at home.

Words: 2,165

A/N: Y'all I am adding a new character to my menagerie of Pascal men! Dunno if I get Tim Rockford but I've been thinking about sucking his dick since I first saw him. He just has that vibe about him. Enjoy.

He is sitting astride a chair in front of a huge notice board filled with photos, notes, clippings, clues pinned to it, connected by red twine. The white shirt is straining to reach across his broad upper body. You remember a time when it had the shape of a V, now it's more of a U before connecting with the still narrow hips and flat ass.

You nod a thanks to the officer who let you in, and when he closes the door behind him, you lock it.

"Detective," you quip teasingly, but there's no response except a neck roll. He sighs deeply as he rubs his neck.

He's been working around the clock on this case. You avoid looking at the notice board, the pictures of bloody crime scenes, as you walk up to the chair.

"Tim," you speak softly, your hand landing on his shoulder. Tim twitches and looks up at you. It takes him a moment to recalibrate his brain to reality.

"What are you doing here? It must be like ten o'clock."

"It's past midnight, actually," you correct him with a wry little smile. He sighs again and takes your hand away from his shoulder, bringing it to his lips for a kiss.

"I'm sorry, my love, I'm gonna pull an all-nighter again."

You grunt. He knows what it means. You've been over this before.

He rises from the chair, moves it away before turning to you. He smells of stress and determination: smells that you know well. He's always like this when he's working a case. You don't like it, but you've grown to accept it.

He pulls you in for a hug, so fast that you almost stumble into him. His broad chest, the soft stomach with the buttons ready to pop. He refuses to go up a size for some reason. The shoulder holster, the gun at his side. Your hand slides away from it, not wanting anything to do with it, only wanting your soft man.

"I'll come home in the morning for a shower," he promises in a low whisper against your hair. "Have breakfast with you."

"No, you won't," you calmly point out. "You'll get terrible coffee and a bagel from the diner around the corner, and your stomach will be a mess by the time this case is solved."

Tim chuckles a little at that before seeking out your lips. He tastes of stale coffee, and sweet and sour pork; the flavors of a murder case unsolved.

"Go home, get some sleep," he tells you gently. "I'll call when I leave."

"Aren't you wondering what I'm doing here, at this hour?"

He blinks, like he's only now realizing what time it is, and that you're actually here.

"Is everything okay?" His hands come to your cheeks, and he searches your face. You cover his hands with yours, lowering them as you smile reassuringly.

"I'm good, Tim, nothing's wrong. But I knew you'd be working all night, and I wanted to bring you something."

His brows draw together when he waits for you to elaborate. You untie the belt around your waist, and button open your trench coat. His nostrils flare and his eyes widen when you reveal yourself to him.

You're only wearing a bra, lace panties, and stockings underneath. It's cheesy, but he likes it.

"I came to make sure you were okay," you purr, smiling at how he swallows hard, his glassy stare.

"Baby..."

"Just let me give this to you."

You undo his belt, knuckles brushing against the soft fat of his tummy. Tim exhales in a low sigh when the belt releases its hold of him. With heavy-lidded eyes, he gazes adoringly at you as you unzip his pants. Softly, he trails his hands along your sides, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch. Your nipples knit, and his gaze drop to the stiff pebbles showing through the lace fabric of the bra.

"You're too good to me, baby," he sighs, and then his eyes fall shut as you slide your hand inside his pants. "Oh."

You cup his still soft cock through the underwear, stroke in carefully as you lean in to kiss him. His lips betray a hurry that's he's loath to rein in, but when his tongue tries to pry in between your lips, you pull away with a smile. Tim doesn't smile back, but stares at you with a drunkenness in his eyes, mouth open and begging to be kissed again. You lean back in and nibble at his full lower lip, cup his cheek with your free hand, and stroke your thumb over his mustache. His cock hardens against your other palm, and you encourage it with a firmer touch.

"Tease," he groans, hands landing on your hips, fingers playing with the waistband of your panties. A shiver runs through you.

"Takes one to know one."

You press your lips to his anew, and now your hand slips in under the worn elastic of the waistband. His cock jumps at the direct contact and your feel a patch of wet rub off on your hand. Your fingers close loosely around his cock, thumb smearing out the precum as your tongue plunges into his mouth for a hungry kiss. Tim's strong arms wrap around you, the smell of his sweaty pits hitting your nose but not in a repulsive way, instead you feel the crotch of your panties get wet, and your kiss turns more insistent. You suck his lower lip between your teeth, pull it out, and release it with a pop. Still holding his cock, you step back, pulling him gently but firmly to make him follow you. And Tim follows, hands reaching all over you, eyes burning with desire, lips swollen with kisses. You direct him to his desk and pull down his pants and underwear before giving him a little push to make him sit down. His cock is now as stiff as it can be, and you separate his legs, keeping eye contact as you kneel between his thighs.

"Oh, baby..." he sighs, surrendering to you with a pleading look on his face. "Baby, you're so good to me..."

"You deserve it," you purr as you nuzzle his cock, kissing its length, flicking your tongue at it. "You work so hard, you deserve to relax a little."

He moans again when you hand closes around the thick root of his cock. You trail your tongue up his length, ending with a soft swirl around the head, the glistening precum bringing a sharp taste to your mouth.

A few night shift officers pass by the door, but apart from that you can only hear the drone of the air conditioning, and Tim's heavy breathing which turns into an audible gasp bordering on a moan when you open your mouth and take his cock into your mouth. He breathes your name, looks down on you as you smile up at him, his cock in your mouth, one of your hands wrapped around the root, the other cupping his balls. He draws his fingers through his hair before dropping both hands to your head, petting it softly as you pop his cock out of your mouth and proceed to licking and stroking it. The low lights are casting shadows over Tim's face, but you can see his eyes, half closed and staring down at you in complete surrender. You squeeze the root of his balls firmly and are rewarded with a sharp hiss as Tim draws in breath.

"Sweet baby..."

Your cunt is heavy and warm, and your arousal starts to drip into your panties. The mossy, heavy scent rises to tickle your nose through the musk of your man, and you moan low as you suck the head of his cock before flicking your tongue at the frenulum.

"Fuck, oh God..."

Second that. You enjoy sucking his dick, always have. The different textures, the scent, the way it makes him twitch and curse and finally beg you. The sloppiness of it when you drool, the rush of adrenaline when you manage to take all of him, the tip bumping down your throat, Tim losing it when you massage his balls while letting him fuck your throat.

You draw a deep breath and swallow all of him, balls deep. Your lips shielding your teeth from grazing him, you immediately start to salivate, the pressure against your throat almost too much. You will yourself to calm down, to breathe through your nose as you know you can, and start to fuck him with your mouth. Your eyes fill with tears, and when you look up Tim, he brings a trembling hand to wipe away the first one that falls. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock, and lean into his palm cupping your cheek.

"Don't hurt yourself, sweetness," he mumbles hoarsely. "You're doing so good."

"I can do it," you promise him.

"I know you can."

You devour him again, tongue pressing flat against the veiny underside of his cock, your eyes falling shut as you focus on the act, on breathing, on controlling your gag reflex. Tim's breaths come in choked groans above you, his fingers tangle into your hair, petting and gently pulling while he showers you with gratitude and praise. The cold linoleum floor is hard on your knees, but you don't let that hold you back as you do your best to blow Tim’s mind. The taste of cum grows stronger, and you press your fingers against his taint while still fondling his balls. That's his undoing: his balls twitch and you feel the length of his cock pulsate as he shoots his cum down your throat. You almost choke, so you pull back, coughing as the last of his cum splatters your chin and chest. He crouches in front of you, wobbles like his legs don't carry him, panting like he just ran a marathon, but still searches your face as you fight to find your breath through the coughing.

"I'm good, I'm good," you wheeze, but Tim doesn't stop his scrutiny of you until you've found your breath.

"Okay?"

"Okay," you nod, smiling breathlessly. He smiles back then, and heaves a big sigh.

"Goddammit, woman..."

"What?" You bat your eyelashes innocently.

"Look at the state of you. A pornographic mess."

He wipes his thumb over your slick chin and closes his eye with a deep exhale when you grab his hand and bring the thumb to your mouth, sucking hard.

"You'll be the death of me."

"What a way to go, huh?"

His chestnut eyes are warm when he opens them anew.

"I'd prefer to live for as long as I can, as long as you're in my life."

"I'm here," you reassure him, your hand coming up to his cheek, which has not seen a razor in days. He leans in for a kiss, licks at your lips and into your mouth where you share his taste with him.

He finally helps you up and tuck himself in before grabbing a couple of tissues for you from his desk. You wipe yourself clean, but when you're about to wrap the coat around you again, Tim stops you.

"What about you?" His eyes are like molten chocolate when he slides his hand inside your coat and brings you snug against him.

"What about me?"

"You're so wet I can see it through your trench coat, honey."

You chuckle. You should have known.

"Sweetheart," you tell him, languidly wrapping your arms around his neck. "If you wish to pleasure me, you have to come home."

"Oh, so only you can do dirty things to me in my place of work?" he grins, hands sliding down to your ass cheeks, barely covered by the lace.

"That's right, detective." You kiss the tip of his nose. "Gotta have something to bring you home."

"I do have that," he replies softly, touching his lips to your forehead. "I'll come home in the morning, I promise."

Before you can answer, there is a hard bang on the door, followed by a call:

"Rockford, we brought in your suspect!"

His countenance changes: his eyes turn sharp, his lips austere, his shoulders squared. He is no longer your Tim; now he's Detective Rockford.

"I'm sorry, I gotta go - "

" - and you won't be home for breakfast," you finish his sentence with a practical shrug as you straighten out his tie for him. "I know. Go do your thing."

He dips his face down to kiss you.

"I'll be home," he renews his promise. "And I'll bring bread rolls from that place you like."

You smile against his lips, his warmth spreading through your body, your cunt bottoming out at the thought of a slow morning with him.

"I'll hold you to that, Tim."

He brushes his lips over your cheek, his breath warm when he whispers:

"Keep that underwear on."

#tim rockford x you #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford fanfic #merge mansion fanfic #my fic

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie and Ms. Sweetheart's honeymoon 🥹🥹🥹

The way I ran to Google Docs to write this, not just because I love me some fluffy smut, but also because I love you.

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: Relaxing on the beach, giving your new husband a sexy surprise...what more can you ask for?

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), p in v, breeding kink (of course), Ms. Sweetheart/Reader wears lingerie

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Big thank you and smoochy kisses to @jo-harrington for helping me make this piece body-inclusive, and to @corroded-hellfire for ensuring the breeding kink was on point.

August 1998

“What a day.” Eddie flops onto the king-size bed face first, still in his wet swim trunks. Sand sticks to the bottom of his feet; you swear he’s traipsed in half the beach. “Who knew lounging in the sun could be so exhausting? I don’t know how we’re gonna go back to our normal lives.” He flips over onto his back so his words are no longer muffled. “Like, my body might be back in Hawkins, but my mind will be in Myrtle Beach.”

You laugh, arms crossed over your chest and pressed against the thin fabric of your cover-up. “Can you drag yourself into the shower and wash off?” When he doesn’t move, you let your fingertips dance along the sole of his foot. He giggles maniacally and reflexively, drawing inwards. 

“Dammit, okay, okay!” He shakes his head and pushes himself up to an upright position. “The things you do to get me naked…”

“Mhm.” You roll your eyes dismissively as though his suggestion is absurd—even though that’s exactly what you’re trying to do. 

As soon as you hear the squeak of the spigot and the ensuing stream of water, you unzip your suitcase and rifle through until you find what you’re looking for. You feel it before you see it, fingers grasping the lacy fabric triumphantly. 

You shed the flower-printed cover-up, catching a glimpse in the mirror of yourself in your swimsuit. Eddie had picked it out for you—a one-piece that hugged you in all the right places. Truthfully, you could wear this and it would turn him on, but this is your honeymoon, and you want it to be special. 

Peeling off the damp suit, you toss it aside; it lands on the floor with a comical thwack, and you make a mental note to pick it up later. 

The teddy you’d bought weeks ago suddenly looks daunting, purchased during a trip to the mall with Jess. She’d insisted that no honeymoon is complete without some lingerie, and you’d reluctantly given in after she’d assured you multiple times that Eddie would, quote, “lose his goddamn mind.”

Soft black cups perfectly hold your breasts in place, accentuating your decolletage. The sheer mesh covering your torso is embroidered with lace roses, leaving just enough to the imagination. 

All right, you can admit it—you look good. 

You lounge on the small sofa that faces the bathroom, adjusting the bodysuit’s thin straps as you wait for the steadily falling water to cease, punctuated by several rogue drops. Your heart leaps with excitement as you hear the door knob twist and you’re bathed in a plume of steamy air. 

“Surprised you didn’t try to join—holy hell.” Eddie exhales with a grin, taking in your scantily-clad body. A white towel is slung low on his hips, sopping up the water trickling from his curls. “Where did you get this little number, baby?”

Heat creeps into your cheeks as he saunters toward you, one hand finding the small of your back while the other caresses your cheek. He leans in and kisses you hungrily, his burgeoning erection pressing against your bare thigh.

“Got me all worked up just by looking at you, Mrs. Munson,” he murmurs into your lips. It sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he deepens his embrace, pulling you as close as he possibly can.

Your fingers dip beneath the towel, tugging it from where it’s tucked along his waist and letting it drop. He’s fully exposed, and it takes all of your willpower to keep up this game of seduction and refrain from kissing down his happy trail.

“Since you’re so tired tonight, baby,” you coo, nipping at his earlobe as you speak, “I figured I could take care of you.” Your palms journey the expanse of his chest, draping them over his shoulders and guiding him onto the bed. The fresh bed sheets are crisp underneath your knees as you straddle him, grinding your core against his. “‘S that okay?”

Eddie nods, letting out an incredulous breath. “Course, yeah, whatever you want…” He sits up slightly, mouth drawn to your breasts as though pulled by a magnet. 

“I want you,” you tell him, sucking bruises into his neck that you hope will last until you return home. “I want you inside me, filling me up, making me feel so, so good…”

The fabric between your thighs is already soaked with proof of your desire, and you shift it over so you can sink down onto his hardened length. You take him inch by inch, the tip breaching your hole and stretching you in its delicious, familiar way.

“Oh, my god,” you whimper, bringing his hands to the flesh of your ass and giving your movements more stability. Each rock of your hips draws a moan from your husband’s plush lips, his tongue darting out to wet them every so often. “Eddie, oh, my god!”

His grip on your ass tightens as you clench around him and continue to bounce. “‘M close,” he grunts, breath hitching as he begins slamming up into you to chase his release. “Fuck, baby, you’re so fuckin’ tight…can’t hold back any more…” He speaks through gritted teeth, purely animalistic in nature. 

Your middle finger finds your clit, rubbing small circles into it. The small movements drive both you and Eddie absolutely wild. 

“Thassit…touch yourself for me,” he groans, barely audible above the lewd sounds of skin-on-skin and the way you’re drenching him right now. “You look so goddamn perfect like this, filled to the brim with my cock.”

“Wanna be filled with your cum, too,” you whine, feeling the beginnings of your own orgasm. “Wanna take all your cum, Eddie, like a good little wife.”

Eddie’s eyes practically roll back in his head. “My good little wife, all barefoot and pregnant…fuckfuckfuck…takeittakeittakeit.” With a final few thrusts, he spills into you with everything he has. His grasp loosens as he softly kisses your arms, desperate to remain close to you in any way possible. 

“So,” you start with a giggle, gently moving off of him so you can cuddle into his perspiration-slick chest, “looks like you got a second wind.”

He tilts your chin up, his eyes studying your face like a precious gemstone. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll get a third, okay, Sweetheart?” He winks, thumb gliding up and down your jawline. “Keep that sexy outfit on f’me, though. I’m not done with either of you.”

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#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #tui

[borntoocry]

Could you pleaseee write something where y/n sends Ellie a cheeky 🤭picture and Ellie rushes over to y/n’s dorm or house or smth….and we all know what happens next. I love ur work btw ❤️

a/n: I suck at making extremely short stuff... also this isn't as good as I hoped but I hope YOU like it:)

mentions of pet names. 'baby/babe.' NOT PROOFREAD!!

The bag that held your risque lingerie sat in your vanity chair, drawing you in no matter how badly you wanted to stay in bed. You imagined yourself dressed in the periwinkle bra and panties, showing yourself off to Ellie as she sat in front of you. But she was selling at the moment, in questionable people’s driveway, waiting for them to grab their grams. 

You were sad that she wasn’t around in the tiny duplex you shared. She was off doing her job, yes, but she was doing her job. You hated being away from her, you held an attachment to her that could not be compared to anything you’ve had before. Maybe it was due to the fact that Ellie was your first long-term woman relationship, or that she was your main friend. Whatever it was, you hated being away from her, no matter the circumstance. 

You were going to ride with her today, but she told you to stay home. She had been grumpy all morning, claiming that people were wasting her time, trying to badly negotiate prices on eights, zips, even three grams. And on top of that, people weren’t taking her seriously when she said she had to study and finish homework. 

Now the bag resting on your vanity chair seemed more intriguing. You wanted to look sexy, feel sexy, and give Ellie something to smile about. 

You instantly stood up without another thought and grabbed your bag off the vanity chair. You undressed, slid on the periwinkle lace panties–that left nothing to the imagination–the lace bra that had your nipples on full display, and a garter belt that connected to stocking you had previously bought. You clipped everything together, and when you stood in front of the mirror, even you just wanted to fuck yourself. You looked hot. And not even that felt like the correct word. 

You then grabbed your phone off your bed and opened up the camera. You tried out a few poses, trying to figure out what was the sexiest. After a few rounds taken where you looked absolutely ravishing, you undid your bra and took a few more pictures. 

⇰ you

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i know ur a bit grumpy today… hope this helps ;) 

You dropped your phone onto your bed and continued looking at yourself in the mirror. You rarely saw yourself in this kind of attire. If you were going to have sex with Ellie, you never wore fancy lace and garter belts and stockings. Usually, you just wore your regular bra and underwear–no matter if they weren’t matching, or if you wore your grandma underwear after not washing your clothes. Ellie somehow always found you beautiful. 

But this time was different. Ellie deposited $500 into your account a couple days prior and asked you to buy yourself anything you wanted. You knew how she had acquired the money, but the action itself left you feeling guilty. This money was hers and could have been used for rent, herself, food, etc., but instead she gifted it to you. 

It was easy money for her, especially since people usually bought a lot from her. Parents, students, old people bought from her, and her dad still gave her money even if she begged him not to, so she had a massive influx of money. 

You thanked her by pleasing her, but no matter how much you thanked her, kissed her, fucked her, it wasn’t enough to you. So you were making it up to her by buying lingerie and sending sexy pictures. 

Not even two minutes later, your phone chimed. You unlocked it and instantly squirmed. 

⇰ ellie♥ 

oh baby. 

don’t go anywhere. i’ll be right there. 

fuuuck. okay. i’m ten minutes away. 

⇰ you 

don’t you have work?!!!! i didn’t send them for you to come home!! 

⇰ ellie♥ 

FUCK WORK. 

i’m literally creaming in my jeans babe. 

holy shit ur hot as hell?!!!?

You threw your phone onto the bed and quickly re-clipped your bra. You put on your robe, sat down at your vanity, and tried styling your hair in the tiniest form of sexy you could. Maybe tossing it into a messy bun? Or maybe quickly curling a few pieces? Leaving it how it is? 

You tried to curl your hair, but you were trembling with excitement that everything turned into a mess. So you tried playing around with it to see if you liked it framing your face. No. Then, you tied it up in a messy bun with two curly pieces left out in the front. 

And now, with your hair and makeup done, ten minutes have passed by. 

And an angry car parked in front of your house. A door slammed, followed by an aggressive knock at the door. She had a key, but she was most certainly waiting for you to open the door. So… you ran to the door. You checked the peephole, and there stood Ellie, rocking back and forth, hands slapping her thighs. 

You bit back a squeal and unlocked the door, opening it to meet Ellie, who spent no time rushing in and shutting the door, pinning you behind it. You gasped at the contact and stared at your girlfriend who’s eyes were already darting over your body. 

“Sorry,” you said, “I put on a robe.” 

She shrugged and untied it. She tore it off and threw it onto the floor beside you. Her hands found their way onto your hips, thumbs caressing your soft skin. Her eyes were buzzing about and you felt the need to tear her clothes off. You already had her wrapped around your finger, all you needed now was her physically wrapped around you. 

“What?” you asked, sounding completely clueless to the situation. 

“‘What?’” Ellie scoffed. “What do you mean ‘what’? You send me pictures of yourself in lingerie and then with your tits out on full display and you expect me not to want to fucking worship you?” 

You laughed. “I just thought they’d be nice. To get you through the day.” 

Her fingers wrapped around the hooks of your garter belt and she quickly unclipped them. “You thought that would get me through the day? Baby, if you send me shit like that, I’d drop everything to come and fuck your pretty ass out of this–” She pulled the band of your thong and let it go, allowing the material to slap your skin. 

You grabbed her belt loop and pulled her in, forcing your lips to collide. Your hands maneuvered through her hair and down to her shoulders, where you pried her infamous flannel off her body. You threw it onto the floor, on top of the robe. 

Next was her shirt. Then her jeans. And then you pulled away, examining her toned stomach and how the lines of her soft abs protruded with each breath. You smiled. She looked sexy herself, even if she was wearing a simple black sports bra and her usual black boyshorts. 

You ran your hands down the expanse of her skin and hooked your thumbs into her underwear. “I need to ride you,” you whispered. 

She hummed. “Oh really?” she asked with a smirk. 

You nodded and began pushing her back, turning her around and pulling her behind you once you got far enough. You then pushed her onto the large couch in the living room and straddled her, hands finding home on her shoulders, rubbing along the material of her sports bra and the skin of her neck. 

Ellie placed her hands on your waist and pulled and pulled on your thong. She leaned into you and kissed your cheek, neck, the fat of your breasts. “I need you to take these off,” she whispered. 

“Why?” you replied. 

“It makes it harder to feel your pussy on me…” 

You smiled and quickly stood up. You pulled off the garter completely, followed along by your thong. They went next to you, far from the robe and Ellie’s clothing, leaving your home evident of fucking. 

You bent your arms behind your body, fingers finding your bra clasp. However, Ellie pulled your legs towards her and stopped you from unclasping it. “Let me,” she said, and you sat on her naked thigh. 

You whined at the contact, already twitching at the feeling of your wet cunt dragging along her thigh. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around you, hands needily unclasping your bra. This movement had you leaning forward with slight groans, your body heaving at the slow and steady grinding. 

Once the bra was off, Ellie’s hands found their way onto your boobs, fingers massaging your flesh and rolling your nipples between her fingers. You hummed. The pleasure of slowly rolling your hips and your tits being kneaded was beyond compare. 

“You like that?” Ellie asked. 

You nodded. “Fuck…yes…” you moaned. 

“Good, just keep grinding baby.” 

You continued doing so: grinding down onto her thigh as she licked, sucked, played with your boobs and nipples. Ellie would shake her leg every so often, forcing gasps and loud moans out of you. It worsened once she leaned back and placed her hands on your hips, drilling her nails into your flesh and moving your hips along with you. You bit down on your lip, trying to hide the moans that bounced off the walls of your throat. But the more you tried, the harder it got–until you gave up and started moaning at every change in rhythm. 

“That’s it,” you whined. Ellie was slapping your ass the faster you rode her. Your hands found their way onto Ellie’s boobs: sports bra pushed up, tits spilling out and catching the coldness of the fan above you. Her moans pedaled you forward and you rocked faster, ground your pussy harder onto her bare thigh. “That’s it baby. That’sitthat’sitthat’sit.” 

“C’mon baby,” Ellie grunted. “Grind that pretty little pussy onto me. Ride my thigh like you fucking mean it. You can do it.” 

The praises left you heaving, crying out into the air as you climaxed. You ran your thumbs over her pretty tits and fell forward, pressing your head into the crook of her neck. 

Ellie instantly began rubbing your back. She kissed the side of your sweaty head and you could feel the curve of her smiling lips. 

“You did so good, baby,” Ellie whispered. 

“Did I?” you asked. 

She nodded. “Now send me one of those again and I’ll be doing more than letting you ride my thigh.” 

You moved your head and looked down at her. “You want to go again? I think you have more in you.” 

Ellie bit down on her lip. “I think so too…” 

#ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #elliewilliams x reader #ellie williams x you #oneshot #lesbian #ellie williams smut #ellie williams recs

[fetishfairytales2]

Mall Madness (Brandi & Heather)

Mall Madness, Pt 1: Fitting Room Fashion Show Late one evening…

"But Mommy..." he whined, almost crying right there at the back door. I couldn't help but smirk as I saw Brandi's face turn red with embarrassment. He knew better than to argue with me, but he just couldn't help himself. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own. "What if the neighbors see me out here in my diapers?"

But I wasn't going to let him get away with it this time. "Aww, is poor Brandi embarrassed about being seen by the cute girl next door in his pink Pampers?" No, I had the perfect idea for a punishment that would put him in his place. "Okay sissy, come inside." that night, I called up my friend Ashleigh. She loved getting in on humiliating Brandi as much as I did.

"Mall trip?" Ashleigh cackled, passing me my Starbucks order when I swung open the front door early the next morning. We snuck into Brandi's sissy nursery together, being careful not to wake the little sweetie. I counted down from 3 and flipped on the lights while Ashleigh pulled back his little baby blanket and tickled him awake. "Wake up, Baby Brandi!" She taunted, "We're going to have, like, the best time ever today!" Brandi groaned and tried to hide his face, but I wasn't having it. I grabbed his puny wrists and yanked them away. 

And then we began the process of dressing him. Ashleigh picked out the perfect outfit for him - a pink frilly dress, pink ribbons for sissy pigtails, and a shirt that said "Daddy's Little Girl". I couldn't help but laugh as we put it on him, seeing the look of humiliation and shame on his face. "Aww, does sissy Brandi hate being dressed like a little girl?" I teased, snapping a few pictures and popping his penis pacifier in to stop the ensuing temper tantrum. “Shh,” I hushed him, “Mommy really doesn’t care. Like at all sweetie.”

(Princess Heather has gotten bored and is forcing me to take over telling the story until we get to the “good part”. She says the readers will like hearing me talk about how humiliated I was… 😞)

They dragged me out the door and practically threw me into the backseat of the car, strapping me into a pink car seat that had annoying little sissy toys attached to it. They teased and taunted me the whole car ride. "Isn't Sissy Baby Brandi excited for her trip to the mall with the big girls? I bet Brandi is so excited to show off her cute outfit!" I wanted to shrink into my seat and disappear. 

When we finally arrived at the mall, they took me out of the car and put me into a sissy stroller, complete with frilly pink cushions and a canopy. Ashleigh pushed me as Heather walked beside us, holding a bright pink diaper bag that had "sissy baby" written on it in big, bold letters. Passersby couldn't help but stare and giggle at the sight of a grown man dressed as a sissy baby being pushed around like an infant. 

Heather seemed to love the attention, smiling and waving at anyone who caught her eye. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me right there. But I knew better than to disobey my Princess. If I didn’t want the punishment to be much worse than it already was, I had to do whatever she said.

I was immediately met with stares and giggles from everyone who saw. Heather and Ashleigh made sure to point out every person who was looking at me, just to make it worse. “Oooh…Victoria’s Secrete!” I heard Heather giggle. They made me sit in the middle of the store in my stroller while they browsed through lingerie, drawing everyone’s attention by asking me what looked sexiest. Heather would hold up two bras ask; “which one would make me look hotter, Brandi? This one or the black one?” 

“I-I don't know…” I would try to stammer behind my gag. Ashleigh cut me off and spun my stroller around to face her; “Oh, come on Brandi. You're supposed to know what a woman wants! But then again, you're not really a man, are you?” She held up two pairs of black lace panties; “g-string or thong sissy? Which is going to make my booty pop more?” 

I was so overwhelmed with all the stares down the people in the store that I started crying. Heather wiped my tears and patted me on the head; “Aww, poor little sissy baby. You're just here to carry our bags and look pretty, aren’t you?” I nodded slowly, not sure what else to do. “Good girl. Now let's go try on some lingerie. You can be our little fashion critic.”

As we approached the changing rooms, one girls working there approached us. She was openly laughing at me and my outfit! Mommy Heather, being the sadistic Princess she is, didn't try to hide it. She pushed the canopy of the stroller back, exposing me to the whole store. "Oh my goodness, he...she, maybe?" The girl giggled. "She is so cute!" Heather just chuckled and responded, "Thank you! My sissy boyfriend is just so embarrassed by how pretty she is, I had to take her out and show her off!” The clueless employee looked shocked…at first. “No! She’s such a cutie! I’m Kylie by the way! How can I help?”

Ugh. Why was she so eager? She was like 19…this should be weird to her! Her coworkers look weirded out, why isn’t she? “I’m Heather, this is Ashleigh, and this is Brandi!” Heather beamed. Kylie leaned in and stuck her tongue out at me making faces like I was an actual baby! “How old is she?” She asked, cooing at me. “33…months,” Ashleigh winked, “she’s big for her age.” Heather looked down at me with a stern look; “thank the nice woman for telling you how cute you look sissy!” 

Another employee came over to see what was going on and both women’s eyes almost popped out of their heads when Heather pulled the pacifier gag from my lips. “Th-thank you…” I stammered. How could I be this stupid? I should have just gone outside in my diaper. Now I don’t just have to worry about the neighbors. “Could we try some things on?” Heather asked sweetly.

(“Okay sweetie, let Mommy Heather handle this. You're just being a silly little sissy, making a big fuss over nothing. Those girls were being nice to you!” 😇)

The quieter of the two sales girls looked taken aback as I firmly pushed the three-inch "special binky" back into Brandi's mouth. She quickly turned and left without a word. However, Kylie stood there, quite unbothered. "Are you trying something on or...?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued. "For us, silly!" I chuckled. "Brandi is far too young to wear grown-up underwear!" Ashleigh joined in with a giggle, adding, "But really, they're mainly for our boyfriends!"

"Did you not just say that he was..." Kylie struggled to find a tactful way to ask, gesturing towards Brandi. "Honey, he's a grown man dressed in diapers and tied in a stroller at a mall. Do you honestly think I would ever let him touch me?" I laughed. "No, I'm only with him for his money. For anything else, there are plenty of actual men out there, right? Do you mind if we bring him in with us?" 

Kylie raised her eyebrows quizzically, but eventually shrugged and opened the door to the dressing room. "Just between us girls," I whispered to Kylie, "I'll be in the food court later if you want to know more..."

"Well," Ashleigh smirked as I faced the stroller towards us and ensured the door was securely locked. "Finally, some alone time," she playfully removed her top, giving my poor trapped sissy an amazing view of her tits in her bra. "Now it's your turn," she smiled, slowly pulling my shirt over my head. 

Brandi could not hide his dread, knowing he was about to witness a show that would only worsen his frustration in that pretty pink chastity cage. "Don't even think about turning away," I whispered seductively in his ear. With a devious grin, Ashleigh held up a sheer black lace bra and matching thong. "Let's see how they look on me, shall we?"

I eagerly dropped to my knees in front of her and flashed Brandi a sexy grin. I unbuttoned Ashleigh’s jeans and then expertly positioned her so that her back was to Brandi. Gently, I guided her out of her pants, ensuring her pert, peachy ass was perfectly in view for Brandi to see from a distance. "And now for these," I laughed, slowly removing her thong, teasingly peeling it off her for maximum effect and giving her a little spank.

"How kind of you," Ashleigh felt me place the string of skimpy thong perfectly on her ass. "I wouldn't want any prying eyes catching a glimpse," I laughed with another spank to her ass. I stood up and helped her put on the bra, her back still to Brandi. She turned around slowly, pressing her body against the sissy's, who couldn't stop staring at her ample cleavage. "So, what's your verdict, sissy? Will my boyfriend like this?" she purred.

Pathetic little Brandi was struggling and Ashleigh just couldn't help but playfully twirl her hair and snuggle up against him. "Oh sweetie, are you having trouble expressing yourself?" I taunted. "Maybe if you just told Princess Ashleigh how stunning she is, she wouldn't have to keep trying to convince you..."

“Brandi! You’re hurting my feelings!” Ashleigh choked back a fake sob and turned to the poor cuck by shaking her booty in front of him. "Is it the thong?" She playfully asked, looking over her shoulders and batting her eyelashes. "Is it not the right size? Or maybe my butt is too big for it?"

Ashleigh made sure to get up close and personal with the loser, swaying her hips and thrusting her perfect ass towards him. She would lean over the sissy to make sure her tits were right in his face, asking "do you like what you see, loser?" with a bitchy little laugh. As she continued to dance, she would run her fingers through her hair, toss it around, and grind on the sissy, making sure he was painfully aware of how close he was to the perfect body he could never have. 

“You can look," she giggled at him, "but just like every other woman in the world, you can never touch.” While Ashleigh had Brandi's full attention, I sneaked up behind him and wrapped my arm around his waist, reaching for his little diaper. "Oopsie," I teased as Ashleigh finished up her dance. "It seems someone's leaking stickies in their sissy diapees! Did you enjoy Ms. Ashleigh's cute undies more than you let on, Sissy Brandi?"

I slowly started tracing my nails around the sissy's straining, plastic-covered prison. “Eyes on me Sissy Slut!” I growled, kneading my other hand firmly into his sissy balls to ensure I had his full, undivided attention now. "Ms. Ashleigh is going to SLOWLY strip off that sexy lingerie and try on another set, and then I'll try one on, and another..." I was tickling the head of his trapped clitty through the bars now.

"Oh,” I smiled up at him, “and another, until you’re a quivering, crying mess. We're going to help you though sissy, don't worry," I reassured him with a firm flick to his tiny sissy marbles. "We're going to massage these," and I yanked harder, "the whole time. After all of our outfits, we'll decide which ones made you leak the most. Those, you lucky little sissy slave, are the ones you'll be buying for us! Along with whatever else we want..."

Mall Madness, Pt 2: Fun in the Food Court coming soon…

#humili sissi

[sonarspace]

needy, suguru geto

wc: 2k warnings: 18+ , smut (f! and m! receiving, f! and m! oral, fingering, vibrator, thigh fucking, sex + more idk) and slight fluff. a/n: i know it’s not that good 😔. ignore any grammar mistakes pls it's not proofread.

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you don’t have anything to complain about when it comes to sex with geto. he always gives you what you need. but you want more. you’re aware of his past and how he used to fuck the brains out of his hookups leaving them wanting more. he was all yours now and you’d seen every side of his except this one.

he’s sitting in bed scrolling on his phone waiting for you. you walk out of the bathroom in a dark red sheer robe with a red and black lace lingerie set underneath. he hasn’t looked up from his phone yet, so you walk over to where he’s sitting and put your fingers under his chin and turn his face towards you.

his mouth drops and the phone slips out of his hand. “what’s..” he tries to speak but you kiss him before he can and push him down on the mattress settling over his lap.

he kisses you back just as fiercely. his hands fall down to your waist, playing with the knot that’s keeping your robe tied. “want you to fuck me suguru,” you whisper in his mouth. “yeah?” he groans, kissing down your neck. “yeah. like one of the girls you used to hookup with.”

“what?” he stops and pulls back with a confused look. “i want you to be rough with me sugu. fuck me like really really fuck me, don’t hold back. please baby. want to see that other side of you. use me suguru.”

“baby, it's not like that with you and me. you’re not just a one night stand to me. that side of me…i don’t think i...” he says, his finger drawing circles on your inner thigh like he was trying to keep himself grounded.

“suguru.” you whine and move forward to kiss his lips. he gets on top of you, the kiss turning needy. he undoes your robe, pushing it off your shoulders. “please please, i’ll be good for you.” he laughs against your lips “i know you will, you’re always good for me sweet girl, but-” you tut him “i trust you sugu” your hand caresses his cheek.

“okay” he sighs and you smile widely. he continues “but don’t forget. you’re in control. if you need me to slow down or stop let me know. okay?” he says with seriousness lacing his voice. “okay okay” you reply back cheerfully.

he kisses you once more before he gets off of you "stay still for me, i'll be right back." and walks into your shared closet. you lift your head up and move around to see what was taking him so long and you can see him rummaging through the drawers.

he comes back with something hidden behind his hand. "thought i told you stay still." he squints at you with a head tilt. "just wanted to see what was taking so long."

"sit up," and you do. his eyes trace your body, the way the lace covers you in all the right places. sinful. he pulls out a blindfold from behind his back. "can i put this on?" and you agree. it completely restricts your vision. all you can see is black. you feel his hand on your thigh making its way up to your panties. his fingers tracing press down on your wetness. you whimper. "lie back down."

he pushes your thighs further apart and starts trailing kisses in your inner thigh moving up to your core. he leaves kisses on your clothed pussy moving up to your abdomen and then chest. his kisses move higher, kissing between your boobs, the dip in your throat, your neck. biting down gently under you ear as he sucks at the tender flesh. a breathy moan leaves your lips as you grow wetter with each kiss. he kisses your cheek and you turn slightly to get him to kiss you but he moves away. you whine in protest "kiss me sugu".

"hmmm if you behave, i might." he traces your lips with his thumb, your tongue pokes out and he takes that as his cue to insert his fingers into your mouth. and you suck, cheeks hollowing, bobbing your head slightly. he groans "fuckk, think you can do that to my cock?" and you nod your head without a second thought. "yes sugu, give it to me."

so he does. his knees on are either side of your face. one hand holding the headboard, the other holding his cock lining it up with your lips. he traces your lips with his cock, pre cum leaking and covering your lips as he pushes in.

he swears he sees heaven when he feels the warmth of your mouth taking him. you flatten your tongue so he can reach further into you. he starts fucking your mouth, his cock reaching the back of your throat and slightly curving. you loved it. loved the feeling of tears brimming your eyes as you try not to gag and let him use you. loved that you could make him feel this way.

you hollow your cheeks trying to make it more pleasurable for him. “fuck mm i’m gonna cum” he groans. as he goes to pull out, your hands move behind his thighs to hold him in place. you try to speak with his dick down your throat but end up gurgling instead. “want me to cum in your mouth?” he asks breathlessly. and you nod in return. he thrusts a few more times and comes with a loud moan of your name. you take all that he gives you and continue to suck on his tip until he feels overstimulated and has to push your mouth off. 

“didn’t know my baby can get so dirty,” he murmurs, nipping at your ear. your chin is covered in your spit and some of his cum. he licks it up and kisses you. his tongue pushes in tangling with yours and you moan at finally kissing him like this. “you okay?” he checks in on you after your little make out session. “yeah keep going,” your voice is slightly hoarse from his tip constantly hitting the back of your throat. 

he moves down removing your bra and latching his mouth on your perked nipples. your hand falls to his hair to keep him there. his hand slides in between your thighs, pushing down your panties. his thumb moving in circles over your clit as his middle finger sinks into your needy hole. his tongue on your nipple moves in sync with the thumb on your clit. his tongue flicking and sucking on your nipple while his thumb rubs and presses down on your clit. you pull at his hair and he moans with your nipple in his mouth. you can feel your orgasm nearing, your stomach tightening at the feeling until he suddenly pulls his hands out from between your thighs. “suguruuu noo why did you stop. fuckm,” you whine. 

“you didn’t think i forgot about earlier, did you?” he teases. “told you to stay still, but you just had to disobey me.” he flips you over and pulls you up. your back to his chest.  he grabs your hands and brings them behind your back, tying it with a rope. “this okay? not too tight?” he asks with slight concern. the switch in his voice had you smiling to yourself. “yes ‘s okay.”

he puts a pillow under you and pushes you back down to keep your ass in the air. leaves a trail of sweet kisses from your shoulder to the bottom of your spine. he slaps your ass once, then twice. his hand massages your ass to compensate for the slap.

he pushes your thigh apart and licks down from your hole to your clit.moaning in satisfaction at the sweet taste of your cunt and grabs at the flesh of your ass to keep you still. his tongue starts moving over your clit. alternating between licking and sucking and then down to your hole, dipping and slurping. you can hear the muffled sound of vibrations and you gasp as you feel the cold silicone of a toy touch your clit.

you let out a loud moan as he ups the speed. your clit being stimulated by the vibrator, pressing down at your nub. his tongue dips in your hole and laps at your juices like a starved man. he pulls away completely once again and you whine loudly. your cheeks are covered in frustrated tears "what the fuck suguru" you retort angrily. "i'd be careful with my words, if i were you darling," and he slaps your ass. "mnnph harder" you mewl. and so he slaps your ass harder. watches it jiggle before he's kissing your cheeks, to soothe the pain.

"get on all fours" he orders. tracing your ass with his cock before he reaches between your plush thighs. "squeeze my cock and get me off". you squeeze his cock in between your thighs, his tip pokes at your nub and you whine. start moving back and forth, your ass hitting his pelvis. he pulls you up to his chest, his hand snaking around your throat. the head of his cock hitting your clit has your orgasm approaching again and you beg him to let you come.

"suguru i'm-" you whimper. "you close, doll?" he teases. "yes yes please please let me cum sugu" you whine and he squeezes your throat lightly "go ahead then. come on my cock." and you finally come with a loud cry of his name. your thighs tightening around his cock triggers his own and it sprays up onto your stomach and front of your thighs.

you fall back on him breathing heavily. his fingers moves to your thigh collecting his cum and bringing it up to your mouth. "filthy filthy girl. think the neighbors heard us?" he whispers in your ear. "hmm i think the whole building heard us," and you both laugh.

he lays you down and unties your blindfold and hands. you let out a sigh of relief. your arms are sore but you'd keep them tied behind forever if he asked you. he flips you over and you smile at him lazily. he brings your hands up and leaves kisses your wrists. "missed your face" you say softly. "missed your eyes," he says as he kisses you.

you grab his cock from in between you and line him up with your core. "please fuck me," you beg him. "so needy tonight. gonna milk me out dry." he teases. "please," you groan. "i''ve gotchu baby. you were so good for me tonight. hmm going to take make you feel real good. don't worry."

he pushes in to you. moving slowly and you both hold eye contact. his strokes slow and reaching deep inside you pushing at your g-spot. your eyes roll back. "need you to keep looking at me sweetheart."

he pushes the hair sticking to your head back and kisses you deeply. your fingers tangle in his strands. he pulls back from the kiss to look at where you're connecting and groans "you're taking me so well, fuck." he puts your leg on his shoulder and the angle has you crying "ohhh". he reaches deeper this way. you look down at your tummy, where you can feel and see the indent of his cock and moan loudly "soo deep suguru, please make me cum".

he starts fucking you faster. "baby, 'm close," you let him know. the angle and speed have you cumming in no time. your cunt clenching around his dick, triggers his own and he bottoms out, moaning your name.

you both lay like that for a while. him on top of you and your hand in his hair scratching at his scalp lightly. "how do you feel?" he whispers. "sleepy but good. really good. you?"

"i love you," he confesses. his head hidden in your neck. he was scared to look at you. scared that you might not feel the same way. but all his doubts go away when you immediately reply back, "i love you suguru". you feel his smile in your neck and he lifts his head to kiss you. just soft and sweet.

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