#Oh fuck this is delicious I'm so glad you came to me with this I'm dying about it

[iamthecomet]

Um um um i think Cumulus and Rain should have a cute little spa night together where they just dote on each other

They should take a bath together so Rain can unapologetically touch and play with her hair because he's obsessed with it, and her purr makes his heart flutter. And Cumulus can delicately pet the webbing between his fingers and his fins under the guise of helping him wash cause he gets all flustered and that lavender blush is her favorite thing.

After their bath Cumulus chirps and coos over how beautiful he is while she rubs her favorite mango scented lotion into his shoulders and over his chest, looking at him like he framed the moon and the clouds just for her. Rain of course returns the favor - he's a gentleman! Lays her down in her bed on fresh sheets, takes his time massaging the lotion into her back and down her legs while she hums and sighs fondly.

And maybe Rain ends up laying flush on her back, face buried in her hair, sliding his cock along the cleft of her ass, whining and whimpering as he humps against her. He's all soft and sweet and she's amused by his neediness, praising him for being so devoted and loving, its rare she gets to have him like this after all, might as well be sweet on him

Then they cuddle up to each other and drift off, safe and cozy under her feather duvet.

Yeah.....

-Void

VOID. VOID I'M GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS. hnkkjlafhgksahfnsaghd8u9fweafhjfsd CHRIST. GOd the way they'd take care of each other. Laying in a luxurious bath. The one in Rain's room because it's the biggest. Legs and bodies tangled together. They probably start facing each other, both of them relaxing in the tub, eyes closed. Enjoying their spa night. But before long they're laying with each other. Touching. Cumulus petting over Rain's gills along with his webbing and fins. Him combing his fingers through her hair absently. Drying each other off. Cumulus letting Rain partake in her extravagent skincare routine. Rubbing toner and serums into his skin with gentle hands. Massaging moisterizer down his neck. Rubbing that famed mango lotion into the rest of his skin. So what if she pays a little extra attention to his nipples. It's not like either of them mind. And fuck you know Rain takes his time with her. Massaging every muscle from foot to neck. Digging lotioned fingers in to every tense spot he finds until Cumulus is loose and pliant and purring beneath him. And you know when he lays flat on his back over her and starts to rut, she just purrs more, turning her head to the side so they can kiss lazily as he humps against her. Pressing that leaking cock into the crack of her ass and whining in her ear. Begging her for anything. She doesn't know why he's begging--at this point she'll give him everything he wants. Though, maybe she tells she needs a little bit more lotion. A little more attention to her lower back, or her upper thighs. And then--once he's done with that. Maybe she'll let him cum inside.

#comet writes #? #Void #VOID JESUS CHRIST I'M NEVER GOING TO GET THESE IMAGES OUT OF MY HEAD #THANK YOU #Oh fuck this is delicious I'm so glad you came to me with this I'm dying about it #THey're so perfect #I'm obessed with them #I wanna go to spa night just to watch (and maybe join in a little) #Rain/Cumulus #Cumulus ghoulette #Rain ghoul

[mistywaves98]

This is my first time requesting someone so omg i'm kinda scared but would u do

scaramouche eating out s/o??? I love ur works btw <3

Aww thank youu ❤❤ I'm so glad you love my writing!!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Oral (f. receiving), Lots of praise, Soft! Scara, Making out!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

You were sure that there'd be bruises on your hips from the way your boyfriend was holding them so tightly, but that was the least of your concerns. Especially when his head was between your thighs, smothering his face with your wet pussy. His eager tongue lapped at the slit, making sure the catch every drop of arousal that oozed from your drooling hole.

"You taste so amazing, darling... Can't wait to feel your cum in my mouth," he moaned breathlessly against your pussy, his words vibrating right against your clit and sending shudders through your nerves. Your hands found purchase in the back of his head, burying him deeper into your cunt as a silent way of begging him to go further. This elicited a pleased groan from the man as he complied willingly.

One hand left your hip to raise one your thighs up, giving him a better view of you as he pulled his head back a bit to enjoy the sight. You blushed when you realized his entire chin and even the lower parts of his cheeks were covered in a mix of your slick and his saliva. His eyes darted up for a moment to make eye contact with you and he noticed your embarrassed expression which made him chuckle,"Oh you have no idea how adorable you look when you're embarrassed..."

Without wasting more time, his wet muscle came into contact with your slit once more, this time probbing your entrance. A sharp inhale came from you as you felt his tongue slither past your folds and into the warm confines of your gummy walls. You couldn't hide your moans as your grip on his hair tightened, toes curling as you felt him graze your sweet spot,"S-Scara.. I'm close—..!" His hand gave your hip a squeeze as he heard that, his licking become messier and more eager.

He brought his hand that was holding your thigh to your clit, giving it a pinch. He smirked against your pussy as he felt you jolt, a delicious mix of a moan and a yelp escaping your throat. You writhed as he began tracing circles around the swollen bundle of nerves,"Then cum for me, baby. Let it all out.." You didn't need to be told twice. A cry of ecstasy fell from your lips as you threw your head back against the pillow, feeling the knot finally snap as your juices coated the sheets and his face.

Scaramouche didn't mind one bit, rather revelling in the feeling of your cum dripping down his jaw as he tongue-fucked you through your orgasm. He caught whatever he could in his mouth and swallowed, making a show of licking his lips as if he just had the best meal of his life. In his opinion, he certainly did. He gave your hip a reassuring pat as he praised you,"Good girl, you did so well for me..." Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your grip loosening on his hair. He used the opportunity to pull back and raise himself till he was face level with you.

The sight of your essence covering the lower half of his face was both embarrassing and arousing. As he leaned closer, you felt him grinding his clothed erection against your bare pussy. His hands came up to cup your face lovingly, your lips now inches apart,"You're so beautiful, you know that?" Scaramouche whispered, breath warm against your mouth. You didn't have time to respond as he caught your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him close till your chests were pressed together.

You groaned slightly as you tasted yourself on his tongue as it pushed past your lips. The room became filled with moans from the both of you as you two get lost in the passion of the kiss. After what feels like forever, the kiss is reluctantly broken as the need for air becomes too much. Strings of saliva connect your mouths and neither of you feel bothered to wipe them away. You both remain staring into each other's eyes for a moment, breathing hard as oxygen filled your lungs.

He grins a bit at your flustered yet adoring expression,"My little angel, you have no idea how much I want you right now, how much I need you... I'm sure you'd be willing to indulge me some more, right?" The sound of his belt unbuckling echoes in your head as you merely nod your head, too dazed to form words. Of course you couldn't say no to him...

#got kinda carried away ngl... 👉👈 #genshin smut #smut #x reader smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #✧･ﾟ:* meena's memos! ✧･ﾟ:* #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader smut #scara smut #scara x reader smut

[writingwithciara]

𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 ~𝓁.𝒽𝓊𝑔𝒽𝑒𝓈~

summary: luke fucks up & forgets...again

word count: 955

pairing: luke hughes x reader

notes: this was kinda requested on my main blog but i put all my writing on this blog. whoever sent in the request, thank you ❤ i hope this was okay

can you write how you'd think luke would react to reader whike in a heated argument, like what would he do? woukd he argue back or just let you finish

masterlist

it was nearly 2 in the morning before y/n saw luke.

the devils had been out all night celebrating their huge stanley cup win and y/n decided she would celebrate with her best friend after.

she wasn't counting on him being out all night.

she had fallen asleep on the couch and was woken up when he came stumbling in the door. he wasn't even trying to be quiet.

and the worst part, he wasn't alone.

he had a tall blonde hanging off his arm and she was giggling at whatever he said in the hall outside.

luke didn't even acknowledge y/n as he and the mystery blonde made their way down the hall and into his room.

y/n grabbed her phone and texted jack.

bold=reader, italics=jack

hey are you awake?

yeah what's up?

can i come stay at your place for the night? luke just got home and he brought a girl don't feel like listening to them all night :(

yeah of course door's unlocked so just come in

y/n grabbed her phone & keys, making sure to be as quiet as possible as she closed the door and headed upstairs to jack's apartment. she walked in and went right to the couch, falling asleep almost instantly.

the next morning, luke woke up and eyed the blonde in his bed. her identity escaped his mind as he searched for some clothes to put on. his first thought was to apologize to y/n so he went searching for his roommate.

usually he would find her in the kitchen, cooking up something delicious for breakfast. it was what she always did the morning after he won a game.

but when she wasn't in the kitchen, he began to panic. he went to her room but found her bed was untouched from the night before.

where could she have gone? he thought. his mind began racing and his heart was beating faster.

but his thoughts were interrupted when the blonde from the previous night appeared in the hallway. she looked liked she was trying to sneak out.

"oh. didn't think i would run into you. thought i could make a quick getaway." she laughed awkwardly. "last night was...different. i never go home with a guy i just met."

"yeah. me either. i hardly ever bring anyone home." he looked at her. "last night was a mistake, right?"

"yeah. i'm so glad you brought it up. i didn't want to hurt your feelings."

"same." he smiled. "it was nice meeting you, i guess."

"yeah. you too, luke." she waved and as she was about to leave, y/n walked in.

"don't worry about me. just cam to get some clothes." y/n put her hands up and politely pushed passed the girl in the doorway. the blonde nodded at luke before taking off down the hallway.

luke followed y/n into her room and watched as she dug through her drawers.

"what are you doing?"

"i'm staying with jack tonight so you can have some alone time with whoever you decide to bring home tonight."

"did you stay at jack's last night?"

"yeah. didn't feel like being forced to listen to you and some random girl all night." y/n avoided eye contact as she moved passed luke. he spun around to face the direction she was heading.

"i'm really sorry about that. it's just the boys and i were at the bar and it just happened..."

"yeah, yeah. i know the story at this point, luke." she sighed and looked up at him. "is that all you're sorry about?"

"what else would i have to be sorry about?"

"unbelievable." y/n rolled her eyes and turned back towards the front door.

"okay, you should quit with the attitude. if there's something i need to be sorry for, then i apologize for it. whatever it is."

"the fact that you have no idea what you need to apologize for is insane."

"maybe you should just tell me then, y/n!" luke raised his voice. it was lined with frustration and y/n was having none of it.

"you know what, luke? fuck you. i'm tired of being put on the back burner all the time. you always forget about our plans and it's ridiculous. wanna know what makes it even more ridiculous?"

"no but i'm sure you're going to tell me anyway." luke crossed his arms and stared her down. she was not about to give in.

"it's even worse because you're at the front of my mind all the time. 24 fucking seven, luke! we make plans and i remember every bit of it, down to the last detail. you have no idea what it's like to be the last thought in the mind of someone who always comes first for you!"

the way she looked like she was bout to cry as she grabbed her bag and headed for the door made luke snap back to reality.

"oh shit. i was supposed to come home and celebrate with you last night, wasn't it?"

"ding, ding, ding! ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner." y/n remarked sarcastically.

"i am so so sorry, y/n." he looked at her and when she grabbed the doorknob, he knew that was it. he had forgotten about their plans many times before & she wasn't going to let him get away with it anymore. but he understood.

"i don't care how sorry you are for last night, luke. it's not the first time you forgot about me, but it will be the last. goodbye, luke."

with her bag hanging off her shoulder, she made her way out of the apartment and out of the building.

and as far as luke was concerned, out of his life for good.

taglist: @worldlxvlys @fearfam69691

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #nhl #new jersey devils #jack hughes #nj devils #lh43

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from the second season of hulu's the bear, created by christopher storer. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ you ever think about purpose? ❜

❛ i love you, but i do not have time for this, alright? ❜

❛ i have time for this. ❜

❛ you know what the fuck you're doing. you love this shit. it's fun for you. i don't have that. ❜

❛ i'm afraid one day, i'm gonna wake up and you guys are all just gonna just drop this ass. ❜

❛ if this shit is not fun for you, what the fuck is fun for you? ❜

❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜

❛ what kind of insurance coverage do we have for people falling through the fucking wall? ❜

❛ sometimes, i look like february. ❜

❛ you want a sprite? you look kinda green. ❜

❛ can i ask you something and you can tell me to fuck off if you want? ❜

❛ chef, that's way too much acid. ❜

❛ you, uh, making a sundae? ❜

❛ that actually sounds delicious. ❜

❛ because you're the bear and i remember you. ❜

❛ i love taking care of you. and i always will. you know that? ❜

❛ i'm glad i came 'cause i get to eat this. ❜

❛ i gotta come up with three really great desserts. you got any ideas? ❜

❛ you ever made ice cream before, chef? want to? ❜

❛ it kind of tastes like a, um... minty snickers bar. ❜

❛ so how long you been a cook? ❜

❛ how’d you get good at this? ❜

❛ you can spend all the time in the world in here, but if you don't spend enough time out there... you know? ❜

❛ speaking of dead brothers, do you wanna go to a party? ❜

❛ it looks so pretty on you. you should keep it. ❜

❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜

❛ what are you talking about, i don't give a fuck? why would you say that to me? i give like a huge fuck. ❜

❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜

❛ did you just throw a fork at me? ❜

❛ i think time spent doing this is time well spent. ❜

❛ never too late to start over. ❜

❛ i just want you to know... that this is really nice. ❜

❛ i'm thinking you're very, very beautiful. ❜

❛ we just don't say hello anymore? ❜

❛ you're wearing a suit? ❜

❛ uh, yeah, i wear suits now. ❜

❛ i'm sorry if i took anything out on you and if I treated you like shit. ❜

❛ i actually do think that we could fit good together. ❜

❛ i could be good at things that you don't really wanna do. and you're obviously really great at a whole bunch of stuff that I don't know how to do, you know? ❜

❛ i'm wearing a suit 'cause it makes me feel better about myself. ❜

❛ i know that you're trying. i see that you're trying. ❜

❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜

❛ yeah, a funeral of all my enemies. ❜

❛ you want me to make you some coffee? ❜

❛ i just need your focus like you need mine. ❜

❛ you good? ❜

❛ what's your relationship with your mom like? ❜

❛ alright, chef, i need you to salt that like a sidewalk. ❜

❛ looks gorgeous, chef. ❜

❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜

❛ oh, let me make you something. ❜

❛ yeah, i can make you an omelet. ❜

❛ that wasn't like an ask out or anything, was it? ❜

❛  i'm looking really good. i 'm thinking you should start calling me chef. ❜

❛ well, i'mma keep calling you jagoff, 'cause that's what you like. ❜

❛ you deserve my full focus. ❜

❛ i guess i'm scared that i don't have what it takes to not fuck this up. ❜

❛ you're not gonna fuck it up. ❜

❛ i fuck things up all the time, like, every day. ❜

❛ you could do this without me. ❜

❛ i couldn't do it without you. i wouldn't even wanna to do it without you. ❜

❛ you make me better at this. ❜

❛ you still love to cook, right? ❜

❛ how's the wine? ❜

❛ yo. we're low on forks, chef. ❜

❛ okay, let's start firing some caviar, please. ❜

❛ i was just gonna say how special and cool and great this place is and how i'm the most proud of you ever. ❜

❛ i really appreciate you being so patient with me. ❜

❛ do i have time to go outside and scream "fuck"? ❜

❛ just don't tell them you saw me, 'cause this is embarrassing. ❜

❛ i love them so much. i don't know how to show it. ❜

❛ i don't know how to say i'm sorry. ❜

❛ i need you to say it's okay. ❜

❛ you are being so fucking weird, man. ❜

❛ i'm stuck in a goddamn refrigerator on the opening night of my fucking restaurant. ❜

❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜

❛ maybe i'm just not built for this. ❜

❛ because no amount of good is worth how terrible this feels. ❜

❛ i'm really sorry you feel that way. ❜

❛ would you shut the fuck up and get me the fuck outta here, please? ❜

❛ i don't understand why you can't just let something good happen for once in your fucking life? ❜

❛ you wanna talk to me about my fucking kid? at least i got a kid. ❜

❛ where were you when i fucking put your brother in the ground, you selfish piece of shit? ❜

❛ i fucking love you! ❜

❛ you fucking need me. ❜

❛ i just had this sudden urge to tell you that i've always had this, like, massive crush on you. ❜

❛ i love you, chef. ❜

#the bear #sentence starters #roleplay memes #rp memes #dialogue prompts #inbox memes #ask memes #writing prompts #rp starters #tv

[apollo1three]

Obey me writing from @Oikasenpai

I'm so glad I held onto her writing! It's so good, and while it's a shame that she deactivated - as long as things are better for her than on Tumblr, that's all that matters. My darling will be missed :,)

THIS IS NOT MY WORK, this is archived work from a deactivated Tumblr account that I held onto because I thought the writing was amazing.

minors dni

cw: contains smut (all)

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Mammon x f!reader

syn: one orgasm is never enough for mammon , he’s greedy for it. well, he’s the avatar of greed after all. he lives up to the name of course, proudly so. ── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, unprotected sex, creampie, implied multiple orgasms (f & m), overstimulation, pet names (sweetheart, treasure, darling), not proofread.

“ma—ah fuck..! m-mammon, can’t—ngh!” “aah shit..! just one more f’me, my sweetheart.” mammon let out a heated gasp, his rosy lips parted before burying his face in the junction of your neck—soft breaths ghosting over the sensitive skin of your sweaty neck. your vision was met with his snowy strands that your fingers dug into, occasionally tugging at the roots, earning groans from mammon as he ploughs into your cunt.

‘just one more’ you knew that was nothing but a blatant lie, especially coming from the greediest demon himself—it was never just one more when it came to sex, sometimes mammon would go to the extent where both of you were as overstimulated as you could get; silent screams as pleasure took over your bodies, the coil deep in your stomach snapping oh so deliciously that it’s almost painful, and his balls emptying the last bit of load he has after all the rounds.

your head spun, the corners of your teary vision slowly filled with dark spots that disappeared as quickly as they formed. you’ve already came twice around his cock, and you’ve lost count of how many times mammon brought you to your orgasm with his tongue and fingers, so your body was already sensitive to any kind of touch. you could feel your legs trembling as mammon pushed and pulled his hard cock over and over again, the way your walls clamped around his shaft, allowing you to feel every ridge of it. it was sticky, damp, and stuffy. the mixture of your’s and his cum dripped out of your sopping cunt and down to the mattress, creating loud, wet noises that bounced around the walls of his room. mammon’s heavy balls slapped against your sweaty skin, making a sticky mess down where the two of you connected.

his king-sized bed squeaked with each desperate thrust of his hips, the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall as if it was locked in a rhythmic curse. thud. thud. thud. mammon was sure his brothers could hear the deafening thuds of his headboard but he couldn’t care less. another strained groaned left his throat as you scratched your nails down his bare muscled back, your hands running through an evident bump on it—his wings were starting to come out. his horns were also becoming visible, the ebony spirals emerging from his snowy hair.

mammon growled as he felt himself shift into his demon form from the immense pleasure that washed over his whole body. he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, causing pleasurable pain to shoot up to your neck as his canines grew in size. “aah.. mammon..!” “haah! t-that’s it, my treasure.. moan for me.” mammon lifted his head from your neck, an evident deep crimson blush spread on his cheeks as he met your gaze—his pupils were blown with lust, eyes also teary from the never-ending pleasure. fuck, you could stare at his eyes all day; the way his blue irises faded into a golden yellow at the bottom, like the ocean meeting the citrine sky as the sun dips below the horizon.

before you could close your eyes shut from the way mammon’s blunt tip was repeatedly hitting your cervix, you noticed a faint flapping sound over the ringing of your ears—something slicing through the damp atmosphere of the room and blowing hot air. it didn’t take you long to notice the full-grown pair of wings on his back, flapping with every eager thrust of his hips—it’s bat-like structure proudly stretching out to reveal it’s entire length.

the white markings across his tanned torso were now evident too, mammon was in his full demon form. it was always like this with him whenever he reached overstimulation, the immense pleasure his body held was too much that it often resorted to him unintentionally transforming. his wings moved in synched with his hard thrusts, allowing him to pound harder and reach deeper into you. mammon threw his head back, a heated gasp leaving his lips as he felt your walls tighten around him. a small, desperate cry of your name hung in the thick air before he buried his face near your ear once again.

mammon let out shallow pants, incoherent sentences going straight to your left ear; he managed to stutter out a praise, his voice shaky, and breathless from all the fucking he’s doing. the sweet praise went straight to your cunt, and that was all it took for you reach yet another orgasm.

this time it was significantly more intense than the previous ones mammon had given you. your whole body trembled as the coil in the pit of your stomach snapped for the nth time that night, face contorting in raw bliss as your lips parted in a silent scream. mammon didn’t even have to look at your face to know what you looked like as you came, he’s got in engrained in his mind—the way your pretty eyes roll to the back of your head, swollen lips parted, brows tightly knitted together, and tears rolling down your warm cheeks.

the thought of your erotic expression brought mammon to another climax shortly after you. his muscles turned taut, wings stilling in a stretch as he sheathed his cock deep inside you before cumming. he moaned into your sweaty skin, a string of curses leaving his throat as waves of pleasure fully consumed him. the two of you fell into a unison, filling the room with nothing but lewd sounds as your bodies jolted from the after shocks of a mind blowing orgasm. mammon held you tight—his bare chest flush against your own—to keep himself grounded from the immense pleasure.

you didn’t know how he was still able to cum inside you with such volume, given how many times he’s orgasmed already—mammon filled your cunt to the brim, swearing under his breath as a squelching noise came from your cunt, his seed seeping out and dripping down to his balls and the mattress. he gave a few shallow thrusts to ride out both your orgasms before pulling out, a whine coming from you and mammon at the loss of contact—he watched as your hole dripped with his and your cum, biting down at his bottom lip. how filthy.

“i’m far from being done with you..” mammon breathlessly laughed as he saw your eyes fluttering shut. you opened your lids to see that he’s made his way down to the apex of your legs, where all the mess was. “mhm, i’m going to suck this out of you.” he gave an experimental lick at your sensitive cunt, causing you to instinctively attempt to close your legs. mammon held your legs apart and gave you a smirk before diving in—your hands flew to his spiralled horns, gripping them for your dear life as he shoved his tongue inside you.

“just can’t get enough of you, my darlin’..” mammon whispered against your skin. “mhm—aah! y’so greedy, m-mammon.” you moaned. he couldn’t help but snicker at your response, a sense of pride swelling in his chest at the choice of your words.

“now, i’d be worried if i wasn’t.”

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Satan x f!reader

Anon prompt (me!): innocently sucking on Satan's cock like it's your favourite lollipop while he's reading, one hand on his book and the other on stroking your head. "That's my good girl," he says, looking over at your little kitten licks (you can't fit him into your mouth) against the pulsing head before going back to reading. Out of nowhere, after a while, spurts of cum erupt, all the while you clean it all up with a smile on your face.

It is without a doubt that Satan’s favourite pastime is to have his nose stuck in a novel while he gets lost in between pages—the wonders of each inked word on the paper has the fourth born’s undivided attention but Satan enjoys his favourite pastime even more when you’re in between his legs, cock pulled from his pants, and your pillowy lips circling around it—hand pumping the rest of the shaft that couldn’t fit in your mouth. A pang of jealousy blossoms in your chest as your eyes scan his face only to see his emerald ones fixated on the pages before him—moving left to right, left to right, paragraph by paragraph, sentence by sentence. There was no hint of pleasure written on his handsome features; not even a bite of his bottom lip but an evident scarlet blush tinged his cheeks.

You grabbed his attention by moaning around the head of his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations down to his core. Tongue darting out to give kitten licks on his blunt angry tip, and teasing the sensitive slit that oozed with pre-cum. Excitement coursed through your veins as you watched Satan grip the novel in his hand a little tighter—a soft purr leaving your lips as the fourth-born’s free hand languidly strokes your head. You close your eyes as his emerald-painted nails weave through your locks and gently scrape your scalp; his name coming out in a whimper before taking his cock back in your mouth. “Mmm. . That’s my good girl.” Satan moves the novel from his face to hold your lustful gaze, pupils blown with carnal hunger. He tugs on your hair a bit to angle your face up to him before giving you a smug smile—thumb tracing your bottom lip and stroking your bulged cheek. Satan leaves his free hand tangled in your hair before going back to reading the novel before him but this time, he bites his lip, his chest heaves up and down, little grunts rumble from the back of his throat as you suck on his cock with such eagerness. Tongue desperately swirling around the tip, tracing a pulsing vein on the underside of his shaft.

The lewd sounds your mouth makes bounces from wall to wall, mixed with Satan’s soft grunts. The demon before you squirms in his seat, feeling like the velvet couch is about to swallow him whole as waves of pleasure washes over his taut body. Satan lets out a strained grunt, the hand in your hair tugging on your strands as he cums—thick white ribbons of his cum paint your mouth and throat. You moan around his cock as you feel his hot release, one hand trailing down to massage his balls. Satan drops the novel somewhere on the ground—he can pick that up later—to focus on you, one hand gripping the arm rest while the other gently scratches the back of your head and down to your nape as you eagerly swallow down his cum. A loud pop echoes throughout the room when you release his cock, a smile painted on your lips. He mutters a curse under his breath, mind spinning as he sees his cum dribble on the corner of your mouth so Satan does the next best thing: using his thumb to wipe the cum from your face and stick it past your lips. You look up at him with stars in your eyes, tongue keenly lapping up the digit. “So good for me.” He groans before pulling you on his lap, sealing the distance between your faces with a passionate kiss.

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Lucifer x f!reader

Anon prompt: Lucifer's big demon cock leaving an outline every time he thrusts into your poor, abused and weeping human pussy. A little part of him can't help but revel the fact that he's ruined you for any other cock, let alone that of a human.

Lucifer wants to close his eyes shut and relish the way your warm cunt feels around his bare cock; how it’s eagerly sucking him back in for more, more, more; how it’s making such lewd wet sounds every time his hips desperately buck into yours but Lucifer can’t. Lucifer can’t close them because his deep scarlet eyes are fixated on the visible outline on your stomach—the outline of his cock; appearing and disappearing every time he thrusts in and out. The size of it makes Lucifer’s head spin. You’re taking him so well.

Oh if you could only feel the sensation of pride swelling in his chest, the feeling of pure satisfaction blossoming between his ribcage but you don’t need to feel it because Lucifer is staring at your body like it held the stars—his crimson irises held nothing but carnal hunger. Lust. The corners of his lips were curled upwards while he moaned in pure bliss, rough pants in the shape of your name hung in the thick air. “Devilishly beautiful. . Oh, look at you all stretched out because of my cock.” Lucifer gently presses a palm against the imprint of his cock on your stomach which pulls a drawled out moan from you, hands immediately flying around his wrist to grip it.

“You take me so well. . Ruined you so good that no other cock would fill you up like this, hm? I bet no human would be able to.” “Mmm, that’s right because you’re all for me and myself only.” Lucifer’s voice is deep but laced with obvious amusement that it almost sounds scary—the way his voice shakes with pure delight like a madman; so drunk with the view before him, intoxicated by your body. He’s enjoying himself. You can’t even form a coherent sentence from how the tip of his cock kisses your cervix oh so deliciously. The sight before the prideful demon gets him going—he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.

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Satan x f!reader

─ prompt: satan, who whispers romantic love poems directly into your ear with his cock sheathed inside you, deep velvety voice sending shivers down your spine. it would be wholesome, really, if it wasn’t for the sound of loud skin slapping shamelessly bouncing off the walls; if it wasn’t for the tip of his cock angled just right, prodding at your sweet spot that makes you feel at one with the stars.

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height.” satan would confess to you with such tenderness, voice a little shaky but nonetheless, a dulcet tone—a daring contrast from the way his hips desperately rut into your own, driven with absolute carnal hunger as his mind spins from how tight your cunt feels against his bare cock.

you don’t know how satan does it, how his mind is as clear as the ebony skies while yours is beclouded with nothing but lust—the sole doing of the demon above you with lust-filled determination in his emerald eyes. and when you both reach your impending orgasm, oh, he has just the right words for you while you writhe beneath him, shocks of saccharine pleasure electrifying your whole body,

“. . . And say with a fervor born of the South that your body and soul are mine. Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives away in the joys of a living love.” you hear every single purred word that slips past his sinful lips but all you can muster is a broken moan of his name as your eyes roll back in pure bliss. you’ve both never been to heaven but satan knows just how to get you there without having to leave the devildom.

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Lucifer x f!reader

Prompt: Brat tamer Luci!!!! <33333333 Hehehehehe <3333 Luci keeps making you cum over and over again and you try to crawl away as you're in tears and he instantly pulls you back by your ankles and tuts. "No, no, brats don't get any mercy. Now stay where you are and take it." :)

Your bare front flush against the soft mattress; nails digging into the fine fabrics of Lucifer’s sheets; mouth agape while a string of moans in the shape of the prideful demon’s name slip past your lips; shocks of pleasure electrifying every inch of your sensitive body as Lucifer’s hips plough into you without a hint of remorse. You don’t know how many times you came around his cock, essence dripping down your inner thighs and onto the soft mattress beneath, just like the tears coating your heated cheeks. The deafening sound of skin slapping and wet squelches hung in the thick air of Lucifer’s room—punishment. That’s right, you were being punished for your misbehaviour earlier, and he wasn’t going easy on you.

Broken pleas leave your quivering lips, to your dismay it just gets Lucifer going, the way your breathless voice turns into a sweet melody, chanting his name to stop—desperate hands reaching back to grab his hips only to be swatted away. You only had one option. A laugh rumbles from Lucifer’s chest as he watches your naked trembling body attempt to move away from him, arms shaky as you drag yourself along the expanse of his bed. He found you amusing. A warm palm encases your right ankle, and in one swift tug, you’re back to where you started. Lucifer tuts as he hears you whine; the demon presses his bare chest against your naked back, lips dangerously close to your right ear, “You dare try to escape your punishment, brat? There’s no mercy for you. . .”

A shiver runs up your spine, his icy tone making your head spin. You didn’t notice the way Lucifer hauled you up, flush against his chest so that you were now on your knees—one hand playing with your clit, and the other encased around a breast. “. . . Now, this will make you stay here and take it all.” Lucifer nibbled on your lobe, kissing down the side of your neck before inserting his cock inside you. You were completely trapped with his arms securely wrapped around your body, and like he said, your only option is to take it all.

Lucifer hopes you’re in for a long night—well, that doesn’t really matter because he’s going to give it to you over and over again until the only word you know is his name, until his cock his soaked in your cum, until the Sun rises again in the Devildom.

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Diavolo x f!reader

── one of diavolo’s favourite position includes showing his unmatched strength—he’s standing, feet planted on the ground as he carries your whole body while fucking you on his thick cock. diavolo’s hands are flush against the bare skin of your waist, your legs hooked over his forearms, allowing for a deeper penetration that has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. there’s nothing you can really do apart from digging your nails into his bare shoulders, and crying out his name in pleasure. diavolo loves everything about this position, from the way tears roll down your cheeks, to the way your breasts move with every bounce he gives you. but diavolo’s most favourite thing would be the intimacy during your orgasm—scrambling to wrap your arms around his neck, nails scratching at the expanse of his toned back, and breathy moans ghosting dangerously close to his ear as if trying to keep yourself grounded while your orgasm hits you immensely. diavolo absolutely adores that you require to be as close to his naked body as possible whenever you cum—he makes your climax a little more intimate by topping it off with saccharine praises whispered into your neck while he sucks the supple skin deep crimson and purple.

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Solomon x reader

── solomon loves staining your pact marks with hickies. hues of dark red and purple peppered all over your body where each mark resides. solomon makes sure to give the one over your heart—lucifer’s—a little more attention, more bites, more licks, as if doing so would somehow cause it to disappear and never be seen again. you don’t miss the way solomon’s lips stretch into a taunting smile as his hazel eyes gaze over your body, each sigil stained and wet from his mouth, mocking the seven demons that he’s the only one that belongs to you. no one else.

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Satan x reader

─ satan loves to pepper your palms and wrists with chaste kisses, guiding your hands to cup his cheeks while he admires you—sparkling emeralds holding your gaze. without a doubt he’s chivalrous and polite with how he carries himself around you but he’s also calculated and self-restrained. but oh does restraint consume a lot of willpower; you don’t miss the intent behind each gentle kiss he places against your soft skin, the carnal desire behind it. you don’t miss the way his emerald irises glimmer with a hint of lust. the innocent facade fades once the door to his room is tightly shut and he’s all alone, the righteous mask falls and satan feels almost guilty. almost, because the way he’s touching himself to the mere thought of you is just too intoxicating. blissful. the way his hand pleasures himself, imagining it as your own. he’s not innocent, he wants to ruin you. take you until you’re begging him for mercy, chanting his name like a sinful prayer that mocks the very realm that banished his brothers. take you until the only thing you see are endless pools of emeralds that pull you deeper into bliss. take you until you’re both nothing but moans and whimpers, becoming one as pleasure engulfs your bodies.

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Lucifer x reader

Prompt: good morning!! <3 Thinking about Luci's voice today!! Imagine his deep voice as he's on top of you, pressing soft, warm kisses along your neck, and he's taking his time going soooo slowly, teasing you with the promise of more as his teeth just barely graze along your skin, and you can't help but feel so needy so you beg for more. Of course Lucifer lets out a chuckle at this, his deep voice reverberates against your ear, and he sucks a nice little mark right below your ear. "Mmm, you want more, do you?" He'll say with a smirk, and you can practically hear it within his voice >:I but you nod, and he pulls away from your neck to make eye contact with you and he tilts your chin up, and slowly he leans closer. "If you want more, darling, then I want you to beg." and his voice is so deep and sultry it sends shivers down your spine faarajfhskfhskccb idk a man telling me to beg makes me all giddy hehehehe

no bc i just know he’d try and get you at your limit with all the begging. lucifer would be such a lil shit and go like, “hmm? i can’t hear you..” even though he’s literally centimetres from you. he’d make you beg for him until pride swells in his chest and he feels satisfied with it. but oh lucifer doesn’t disappoint when he finally gives himself to you :>

he’s going to make sure to place his lips just right by your ear as he fucks you all night long to make sure you know who’s dicking you down that good. lucifer never shies away from praises, never. strings of saccharine praises spill from his parted lips, whispered hotly to your ears, causing goosebumps. the best part about it is that lucifer doesn’t stop praising you, even when he’s close to his orgasm. you can hear everything, the little grunts, whines, and pants laced into his praises and it’s the hottest thing ever, “ngh—ah..! you’re taking me so well—fuck..!” just hearing his calm voice turn into a quivering, panting mess makes your eyes roll to the back of your head—especially since its such a rare occurrence hearing him that fucked out.

oh, and when lucifer cums, he starts growling but its not that kind of growl he does when he’s angry, its more of a desperate one—one that’s full of passion and very heated. and fuck, it’s enough to bring you to your own orgasm <3

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Lucifer x reader

prompt: okay OKAY imagine cockwarming lucifer while he gets his work done but it’s his way of punishing you for being so needy and distracting him from the report he’s doing. the thing is, halfway through it, luci starts to deeply regret letting you cockwarm him because he feels like its more of punishing himself with how tight your walls feel around him—he so shameful bc you’re not even clenching or anything, just sitting there and taking your punishment like a good girl. eventually, you notice the way his breathing starts to get uneven, coming out more ragged and harsh; you also start noticing how lucifer ever so slightly ‘adjusts’ himself in his seat but its really just a pathetic excuse of trying to chase some kind of friction because you’re making his head spin. being the prideful individual he is, lucifer doesn’t want to admit how much he wants you fuck you right now because it means that he’s the needy one now BUT the way his fingers tighten around the pen he’s holding blows his cover, nonetheless. SORRY ITS KINDA LONG

bizarrebankai-deactivated202309 answered:

Like !!! This usually doesn't happen !!! But you just look so good and you just feel so good wrapped around him that he can't help himself :(( you look so sweet with your head resting on his shoulder, and your skirt hiked up so he can see himself sheathed inside of you :(( and you just feel sooo soft and warm that he cannot help but feel sooo good inside of you :(((

And !!! When you notice his struggle, you decide to get a little smart with him and you sloooowly start to drag yourself along him to tease him… and when you do, Lucifer's grip on the pen gets so tight that it bends, and he gives you a warning glare like, "don't try me." but 😔 you do. You do try him and you move a bit faster and immediately the pen snaps into two, and his hands immediately grip your hips and he holds you still, telling you to stop or he'll give you an even worse punishment !!! But you retort and whine and whimper, and it's enough to make Lucifer pick you up and pin you down onto the bed so he can fuck you as much as he wants 😔

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Lucifer x f!reader

(cw: somno <3) Moot prompt: Thinking about Luci coming back to his room from a busy day with Diavolo, and he's tired and he sees you so pretty, asleep on his bed, in nothing but a long t-shirt that barely goes past ur ass and a cute pair of panties <333 and he's had such a long day that maybe it wouldn't hurt if he started kissing up along your thighs, and maybe it wouldn't hurt if he started fingering you <33

i just know it drives him absolutely crazy seeing you in his t-shirt, and he hates to admit it that it does because he thinks its silly!! lucifer would definitely help himself to you, gently parting your thighs and giving them open-mouthed kisses which earn a slight whimper from you as you stir in your sleep. he’d also start whispering into your ear as he plays with your now wet folds AGHHHHHH!! luci is such a sucker for whines and whimpers that you make while you’re asleep because it’s so raw and pure, there’s no restraint to it 🧎🏻‍♀️

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THE ACT OF SPITE

SATAN x f! reader MC ft. LUCIFER

syn: the avatar of wrath knows just what would infuriate the prideful demon the most—that is, fucking you against the door to lucifer’s secret office, all while he’s inside it. ── cw: nsfw (mdni), smut, semi-public sex (inside the HoL library), unprotected sex, creampie, masturbation (m), horny luci, satan being a lil shit to lucifer, pet name (darling), not proofread.

this was wrong. sinful. lewd. hell, those words were far beyond what you and satan were doing right this very moment—there weren’t any words to describe how naughty your actions were but with every single thrust of the fourth-born’s hips, those thoughts of hesitancy slowly slipped from your mind. buried with the surge of lust clouding your thoughts as satan’s pace didn’t let up, not even once. his hips pushing into your own with such drive, and desperation that your lower back painfully digs further into the edges of the shelves.

that’s right. you were inside the library, most importantly, your back flush against the door to lucifer’s secret office—satan made sure of it. the worst part wasn’t even having sex in the library, it was the fact that you two were doing it right outside lucifer’s private study while he’s inside. oh, satan has seen the way his eldest brother looks at you with intent. the way lucifer’s scarlet eyes hungrily trace your figure with each opportunity he gets, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s practically eye-fucking you. satan still remembers the swirling storm inside him, the anger that bubbled at the pit of his stomach from the way his older brother eyed you. now, he just can’t help but remind lucifer who you belonged to.

the soft ember glow from the fireplace cast the side of satan’s handsome face, sweat glimmering from the fire, painting the colours of the sunset upon his fair skin—golden hair that stuck to his forehead tinged with streaks of reds and oranges; emerald irises full of lust mixed with a scarlet hue, his features fading into an angry red. wrath. you were sure that’s what he was feeling, he always did. your nails dug into the fabric of his shoulders, legs wrapped around his slender waist tightening with every jolt of your body. “s-satan—ah!” you moaned, heated and desperate just how he liked it. the corner of his mouth tugged upward, satan was sure that your erotic sounds were loud enough to reach the other side of the door. enough to disrupt lucifer from his work.

satan bit his lip from the way you felt around him, your warm walls hugging his cock so tightly, so deliciously that it made his emerald eyes roll to the back of his head. he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer with how you squeezed him, and that was fine but he needed to make the most of it—he needed you to be louder. satan’s nails painfully dug into the edge of the bookshelf, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust of his hips. arousal dripped down to his balls, creating wet noises that filled your ears—a white ring forming at the base of his cock. fuck, it was naughty. the vast library was filled with your’s and satan’s sounds mixed with wet squelches, and the crackling of fire. you didn’t need to worry about being caught by the other brothers; belphegor was up in the attic, fast asleep, and leviathan was having a TSL marathon while the rest of them had gone out, leaving satan and lucifer down here.

thud. thud. thud. the door to lucifer’s secret office cried from satan’s unwavering pace. inside the private study, a blanket of blush covered lucifer’s face, cheeks heating up from the obvious activity happening outside the room. he didn’t know whether to curse his younger brother for vexing him like this, or to feel flustered at the lewd noises coming from your throat—the way you cry out satan’s name every now and then with such desperation, such passion that he almost wished it was his name rolling off your tongue. that he was the one making you feel pleasured. lucifer’s free hand curled into a fist, the papers beneath his palm crinkling at the movement. the tent in his pants grew with every sound you made, erotic images of you clouding his mind; imagining the way your brows furrow in pleasure, lips parted, completely lost in lust.

lucifer’s heart pounded against his chest, the half-done report before him sprawled on his desk, already forgotten. “satan.. what will i do with you..?” his voice was quiet but it seethed with fury. he knew his younger brother disliked him but not to the extent of fucking you right outside his private study. lucifer didn’t exactly know what satan gained from.. this but he wasn’t surprised with how territorial his brother was. especially when it came to you. the thuds of the door mixed with your heated moans engulfed lucifer’s ears. he didn’t even notice his eyes were closed—relishing in your sounds—until he snapped them open, startled from the wooden ink pen breaking in half from the tight grip.

dropping the broken pen on the desk, he leaned back into his chair, placing a forearm atop his closed eyes while the arm other rested on his thigh. it tingled. his palm tingled against his clothed thigh, as if urging him to do something about the growing problem at the apex of his legs—urging him to relieve himself with the help of your sounds. it wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? merely fisting himself at the thought of you wasn’t going to be the most sinful thing he’s done. lucifer had already committed the gravest sin of his life, it led to his downfall. this is nothing.

back in the library, your soft moans didn’t satisfy satan, he needed more from you. removing his hands from the shelf behind you, satan snaked them down to your ass, palms flat against the heated bare skin. a string of loud moans and curses left your parted lips as he bounced you on his cock. “o-oh my—fuck..! aah! just like that, satan!” “y-yeah? you like that?” satan’s lips ghosted over your own before sealing you into a kiss. the kiss was messy, spit coating the corners of your mouths, teeth clashing—he chased your parted lips with every bounce of your body. satan made sure not to swallow your whimpers down, he needed lucifer to hear how good he’s making you feel. he needed lucifer to know that he’s the only one who can make you moan like this.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, bottom lip trapped between your teeth from bliss. the slight change in angle enabled his cock to reach much deeper into you, allowing you to feel every ridge when you clenched around him. satan’s cock had a slight curve to it, and the way it repeatedly hit your cervix over and over again made it more pleasurable—sending electrifying shocks up your spine. goosebumps formed under the fourth-born’s lips as he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, and down the side of your sweaty neck—sucking and biting at the supple skin, leaving a hues of dark red and purple. satan marvelled at the masterpiece peppered on your skin before licking a long, flat stripe up your neck and nibbling at the lobe of your ear.

he didn’t shy away from groaning directly into your ear, harsh pants escaping his parted lips, mixed with broken endless praises. satan knew the effect his voice had on you, especially when he sung praises to you—he didn’t miss the way you squeezed around him with every praise muttered into your ear. satan cursed at the pleasure, a heated gasp and a desperate whisper of your name coming from him. this spurred him on, harshly bouncing you on his cock with all his strength—you swear he’s about to leave handprints on your ass with how hard he’s gripping them.

it was getting too much, you could feel the coil deep in your stomach beginning to unravel. your body grew limp from pleasure, simply leaning onto satan’s front and letting him have his way with you. all you could really do was cry out his name and run your nails down his clothed back. satan groaned, relishing at the way your moans travelled straight to his ear—specs of white slowly clouded his vision, and his fingers dug into the supple flesh of your ass. he was close. “s-satan—ngh! fuck fuck fuck! ‘m cumming!” broken shallow pants left your lips. holding his emerald gaze, lids heavy with lust, “that’s it—haah! let go for me, my darling.” satan breathed out, knees buckling from pleasure. he was close too.

leaning against the other side of the door was lucifer, pants unbuttoned, and pulled down just enough to take his cock out. his wrist between was between his teeth to muffle moans as he fisted his cock to your sounds. it was heavenly, even the angels up at the celestial realm couldn’t compare to the way your voice sounded. he let out harsh breaths, each one shaky from how his fingers curled around his hard cock. lucifer teased the sensitive slit with his thumb, knees almost giving in from the immense pleasure. with his back against the door, he could hear things much better—the skin slapping, the wet noises, the heated gasps, all of it. how lewd but lucifer didn’t care, he had one thing in mind: cumming. he sped up the pace, synching it with your shallow pants and hoping to reach his orgasm the same time as you.

both of you sung in unison, cries of pleasure filling the entire library as you reached your orgasm. your legs tightened around satan’s waist, every muscle in your body turning taut as shocks of hot, white pleasure ran throughout your body, making your toes curl. satan let out one last cry of your name before sheathing his cock deep inside you and letting go—thick ribbons of white shamelessly painting your insides as he came. he rode our both your orgasm by giving you shallow thrusts, fucking his cum deeper, and earning a small whimper from you.

lucifer couldn’t believe himself—he came to the sound of you desperately moaning his younger brother’s name. white, hot liquid dripped to his digits and down to his wrist; chest heaving up and down, attempting to catch his breath. lucifer stayed that way for a while, leaning against the door to try and compose himself as his head spun with pleasure. his lust-clouded mind soon cleared, pleasure that coursed through his body faded into fury. he was seething with rage—enough for satan to smell the scent of wrath. his brother dared to disrespect his private space, not only that but also by performing such a brazen act.

he knew. lucifer knew this was just to spite him, that was part of satan’s personality—to defy, and vex him. it was fine, he handled everything satan threw his way but using you? oh, that’s a whole different story. lucifer felt like satan has got him wrapped around his finger with how he practically jumped at the opportunity to fist himself to your sounds. it mocked him—putting him in his place, and letting him know that he was never going to experience the pleasure of being inside you because you were satan’s.

satan smirked into the kiss as he caught a whiff of the familiar smell that emanated from the other side of the door—the smell of wrath. the essence that he was more than familiar with; the essence that embodied his very own existence. pulling away from the kiss, his emerald eyes traced your features, giving your sweaty forehead a chaste kiss, “you did so well.” satan breathed, eyes glimmering with adoration. you didn’t miss the hint of mischief behind it, though.

but before you could reply, satan parted his lips to speak once again, a smug look on his handsome face,

“isn’t that right, lucifer?”

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Lucifer x f!reader

── lucifer can’t help but become flustered at your reply when he had asked if you were going to buy the tube of lipstick you were admiring—deep shade of crimson red in all its glory, contained in a small glimmering glass tube. “yes, it has the same shade of red as your irises” he still remembers the way you looked at him with such eagerness. that was only a minute ago. now, lucifer can’t shake the uncomfortable stir in his slacks because all he’s thinking about are your lips. your lips wrapped around his cock while wearing that sinful shade—the one that reminded you of his eyes. he mentally curses himself for thinking such lewd thoughts but those were cut short when the image of your scarlet-stained lips clouded his mind once again, desperately sucking on his tip. maybe he’ll make you wear that lipstick later tonight, to test it out.

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Lucifer x f!reader

cw: f! reader. nsfw (mdni), light smut (dry humping), luci being touchy and needy, neck kisses syn: lucifer gets a little too needy in the middle of doing some paper work.

tonight was supposed to be boring and monotonous—volunteering to help lucifer with the mountain of endless papers stacked on his desk to ease his job a bit, so why were lucifer’s lips all over you? hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing from your jaw and down to the side of your neck, raising goosebumps along the way. “f-fuck.. luci—mhm..! focus, please.” a breathless whine escaping your parted lips as he licked a long stripe up your neck. lucifer was ravenous, he extended his torso from the chair he sat on to bury his face in your neck; scattered papers before him were long forgotten, his hand around your nape instead of the wooden fountain pen.

the prideful demon only gave you a grunt, pulling your body closer to his, the armrest almost painfully digging on your side from lucifer’s eagerness. you were sure the pen you held was about to snap from the way your fingers curled around it, knuckles turning white. “l-lucifer.. aah.. didn’t you say you needed these done by first light?” your free hand balled into a fist as he kissed a sensitive spot once, twice, thrice, enough for an intense shiver to run along your spine.

lucifer pulled away from your neck, lips parted to let out soft pants, lids heavy from his lustful crimson gaze. “your words contradict your actions. telling me to focus yet you’re the one craning your neck to expose more skin for me.” the heat in your cheeks spread down to your chest at his words, you didn’t miss the way the corner of his lips tugged upwards. you fell silent at that, embarrassed that lucifer noticed your desperation as well.

two taps on his thigh, “come here.” you didn’t have to be told twice. getting up from your seat, legs instantly parting to straddle his lap. a small whine spilled from your throat at the way your clothed clit rubbed against the tent in his pants. you blamed your eagerness. “devilishly beautiful.” lucifer whispered, the tip of his index finger tracing the ragged edges of the bruises peppered along your supple skin. you leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering shut at the way his finger ghosted over your warm skin. lucifer wasted no time to seal your lips together in a sensual kiss, taking his time to savour the taste of your soft lips—moving them slowly, and pressed his face closer to your own.

as his hands found its way to your ass, yours wrapped loosely around his neck, playing at the onyx strands along his nape. lucifer swallowed your wanton moan, shoving his tongue past your lips as he rocked your lower half back and forth along his hard cock. pulling away from the kiss, you buried your face at the junction of his neck, soft pants coming from you as lucifer stimulated your clothed clit. the demon beneath you bucked his up just enough to put more pressure on your cunt, earning a loud whine from you.

“look at me.” his tone shouldn’t have turned you on like that—saccharine yet demanding which had you disappointingly clenching around nothing. you did as lucifer said, lifiting your face from his neck and meeting his crimson gaze from under your lashes. this was something lucifer deeply appreciated, the intimacy, the sensuality, and the gentleness of everything. he adored holding your lustful gaze while you performed such lewd acts against his clothed cock—the way your swollen lips ever so slightly part to let out soft, desperate pants as your face contorted in pure bliss.

lucifer cupped your cheek with a large palm, softly caressing the heated skin with his thumb before inserting it in your mouth. as if on instinct, your lips immediately moulded around the base of his digit, eagerly sucking and swirling your tongue around as if it were lucifer’s cock. “good girl..” his breathless praise had you clenching around nothing yet again.

sounds of heavy panting bounced around the walls of lucifer’s private study, filling the room with a thick tension that hung in the air—full of carnal desire. the papers could wait for the meantime because right now, there was only one thing in his mind—to pleasure you, and lucifer is a man of his word. rightfully so. he’d rather spent the night exploring your beautiful body with heated kisses, leaving no part untouched by his soft lips.

─ lucifer shows the most restraint out of all seven brothers due to the shadow, known as his reputation. though, that’s just a facade lucifer dons whenever he’s around people, almost like a second skin. oh but whenever he’s alone in his private office, restraint isn’t in his vocabulary anymore, no. the way lucifer desperately fists his hard cock at the mere thought of you says it all, his long fingers curling around his shaft to squeeze it just like how he thinks your pretty cunt would. how he shamelessly throws his head back in pure pleasure, brazenly chanting out your name in loud, throaty groans as if to summon you, who is responsible for all his pent up sexual frustration. what would you think if you saw him like this? his onyx strands completely dishevelled, crimson tie hanging loosely around his neck, hips eagerly bucking up to his hand. would you help him if you saw him like this?—run the tip of your tongue along his sensitive slit? wrap your lips around his cock? take the entirety of his length? or would you let him have his way with you? lucifer almost feels shameful for thinking about you in such a lewd manner but he’s far from holy.

#lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #obey me smut #lucifer smut #mammon x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan #obey me brothers #obey me shall we date #obey me diavolo #obey me drabble #om! shall we date #shall we date obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me hcs #obey me mc

[fvllingflower]

CAKE

pairing: idol!wonwoo afab!reader

genre: smut

warning: stripping tease, fingering, oral (f receiving), riding, boob play, spanking (only once), unprotected sex, aftercare.

song recommendation: cake by kard

happy birthday Wonwoo:)

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Your husband came home from work and you knew he was tired but still you worked hard making him a cake and his favorite dinner.

"Happy birthday baby" You kissed his lips and smiled at home.

"Thank you love." Wonwoo was tired it was obvious in his tone.

"They still worked you to death on your birthday?" You pouted.

"Yeah but it's okay, I don't want to be treated differently because it's my birthday" He smiled softly.

"You're better than me" You kissed his lips once more.

"I made you your favorite dinner and I baked you a cake" I smiled at him.

"Love you didn't have to do all that" He hugged your waist.

"I wanted to though. I love you so much, you deserve it" He kissed it in gratitude.

"I love you too" He smiled.

"Now go sit down, I'll bring you your food" You demanded in a joking tone.

"No, I'll get it, you've worked too much for me" He walked into the kitchen and collected a plate of food and went to go sit down and eat. You sat down next to him and started eating with him.

"Delicious as always" He smiled at you.

"I'm glad you like it" You kissed his lips softly.

You two finished eating and you started cleaning the dishes. Wonwoo came up behind and hugged your waist. He moved your hair to the side and started kissing your neck.

"Wonwoo..." You smiled. He continued kissing your neck and started nipping on your skin.

"Baby can't you wait?" You asked.

"No... I love you so much" He whispered into your ear.

"I love you too honey but you can wait" You turned slightly and kissed his lips.

"But it's my birthday, do I really have to wait?" He put his charm on.

"If you wait I'll.... do a strip show for you. How does that sound?" His eyes widened.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yeah really" You smiled.

"You know how much I love watching you strip, huh?" He smiled.

"I do" He hugged your waist still and rested his head on your shoulder as you finished cleaning up.

"You want your birthday present now?" You turned around and smiled at him.

"Oh yes I do" He kissed your lips passionately. He picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed with you in his lap. You got up and slowly moved your hips as you pulled your shirt off to reveal a lace bra.

"You were prepared for this weren't you?" He smirked.

"Maybe I did" You started moving your hands across your body. You bent your body over, your ass in his face as you started to pull your pants down. He touched your ass and squeezed it. Once your pants were fully off, you turned around.

"Lace panties too? It really is my birthday" He smiled. You sat back in his lap. You started kissing his lips again. He started touching your body. You started kissing down his neck. You got up and unhooked your bra and then your underwear.

"Oh you look so sexy" He stood up and started touching your body. You pulled his shirt off and started kissing his chest. He picked you up and laid you back on the bed. He got on top of you and started kissing every inch of your body.

"I'm suppose to be one treating you good, not the other way around" You teased.

"Loving your body is treating me good... look at you, you're so beautiful, and you're all mine" He kissed your belly. He gently spread your legs open. He started rubbing your clit with his thumb. He soon pushed two fingers into your hole and started pumping his fingers. He started licking your clit all while finger fucking you.

"Oh god... Wonwoo shit" You whined. You tossed your head back as your hand held his hair. His free hand reached up and started squeezing your boob. He continued to finger you until you combusted on his fingers.

"Such a messy girl" He smirked. He licked up your arousal. He went back to kissing your lips and touching your body.

"You're so beautiful" He kissed your neck and then your collarbone.

"I love you so much" He kissed your chest and your stomach.

"So perfect" He kissed your hips and your thighs. He got up and took of his pants and underwear.

"Baby can you ride me?" He whispered into your ear.

"You.. want me to... ride you?" You felt surprised by his sudden request.

"Please, my only birthday request" He pouted his lip in a cute manner.

"I can't say no to my birthday boy" You smiled and kissed his cheek. You two switched positions. You now were on top of him. You grabbed his dick and started rubbing it against your folds.

"Mhmm" You moaned. You did that for a little bit and then finally you sat down on his dick.

"Oh god...." You moaned loudly. You wiatwd a minute so you could adjusted to his size. You slowly started bouncing on his dick. His hands traveled up your thighs to your boobs. As you were thrusting your hips, he started playing with your boobs. He'd squeeze them, and pinch your nipples harshly.

"If you get tired baby, just tell me okay" You leaned over and kissed his lips for a little bit. You started sucking on his collarbone, leaving marks. You went back to moving your hips, creating friction. You'd switch between bouncing and moving your hips. His hands suddenly went to your ass and started slapping the skin.

"Fuck" Your whimpered. He just watched you, and enjoyed watching bounce on his dick.

"Are you getting tired?" He smiled. He could tell you were.

"A little bit" You panted. He held your waist and helped move you on his dick until you came.

You two switched positions again. He lined himself up and thrusted into you. He slowly started thrusting back and forth. You slowly became a moaning mess as he thrusted. You wrapped your legs around his thin waist, and your arms around his neck as he continuously thrusted. He'd slow down and start kissing your lips again and then speed up making you almost scream in pleasure. He knew how to every pressure point, he knew your sensitive spots like his favorite book. He loves your body, your noises, your face so much, he could never get enough. He knew how to make you a mess and he loved that power. Even after you came, he still continued to fuck your brains out or until he came inside of you.

"Such a good pussy" He grunted. Eventually he finally came inside of you. When he pulled put, he noticed some escaping and so he pushed it back into your hole. He laid down next to you and kissed your shoulder.

"Happy birthday baby" You panted.

"Thank you love. You're always so good to me" He smiled. He got up and cleaned you up.

"Do you want me to bring you some clothes to sleep in?" He asked while smiling.

"Let's sleep naked tonight" I smiled. He crawled on top of you.

"Mhm that sounds like fun" He smirked.

"No touching me in my sleep" You smiled.

"I can't make any promises" He kissed your lips softly.

"Wonwoo." You squinted your eyes.

"Okay okay.... but you know I can't help it, I just love your body so much" He smiled.

"Laid down and cuddle me" You smiled. He listened and he pulled you close to him.

"But really, I love you so much" He kissed your lips softly once more.

"I love you too" You smiled widely.

#wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo smut #wonwoo thots #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader

[foulwaterss]

Could you write a smut/nsfw one shot of Fyodor (Bsd)? I'm cool with however you wanna take it, I just like to read your stuff.

Notes: Helloooo! Of course! To be honest I've never actually written and smut/NSFW content before, so hopefully it's not too awkward or anything, I hope you like what I did with it!

Warnings: NSFW/smut, praise, praise kink, sex, p in v, pure filth, basically porn without plot, Fyodor is a gentleman, slightly pussydrunk fyodor, fluff at the end, aftercare, established relationship, reader has lady parts, Fyodor praises you in Russian (HIS ACCENT IS SO HOT), pet names in Russian and English.

See translations at the end!

Reader is Fyodor's s/o.

NSFW/Smut under the line!

Moya Lyubov'

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"You're doing so good for me, moya lyubov'" He grunted out, as he once again pushed his gorgeous cock into your battered pussy.

You had no idea how long you two had been at it, or how many times you had both cum. The only thing you could remember at this point was his name, oh- and of course, the feeling of the intricate veins that ran up and down the shape of his cock rubbing against your dripping gummy walls. After a few seconds of letting you adjust to the feeling, he started moving, causing you to let out a guttural moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your moans were unlike any melody he could play on his cello, they were like a symphony of music to his ears. He closed his eyes, reluctantly pulling out of the comfortable warmth of your walls, only to instantly plunge back in, savoring in the absolutely filthy, loud and lewd squelch sounds that came from your spent pussy.

"So beautiful, so perfect milyy'" He practically groaned out into your ear, causing you to grow impossibly even more wet, clenching tighter around his cock which was currently shoved all the way into your pussy, feeling him twitch inside of you.

He moved his hands to either side of your body, using them to support himself above you, taking in the delicious sight of your body, splayed out for his eyes, and him only. God, how did he find someone so perfect? After a few moments of silently worshiping your body, he started to move again, thrusting in and out of your walls, throwing his head back in pleasure, letting out occasional deep grunts and groans.

"F-fedya, I'm s-so close." You moaned out, feeling that absolutely delicious build up in the bottom of your tummy, feeling like you could break at any moment.

"Then let go, moya myshka, make a mess." He smiled deviously, his grin immediately faltering as he watched and felt you squirt all over his cock, some of it landing onto his abdomen and onto the silky sheets, though that wasn't a problem, he'd gladly clean them just to do make a mess all over again.

"Perfect"

He moaned out as he came with you, fucking you through both of your highs, and oh god, did his moans sound angelic... Which was quite ironic for a demon, but that was not the point. After both of you had come down from your highs, he reluctantly pulled out, watching as a mixture of his cum and your juices beautifully flowed down into the sheets. You were both panting, covered in sweat as your chests rose and fell in sync.

"You did so amazing, moya lyubov'. How do you feel?" He asked in a warm tone, his gaze softening, bringing a pale hand up to brush some stray hairs away from your face.

"It felt amazing Fedya. I love you." You smiled, leaning up for a kiss which he gladly reciprocated.

"Should I start a bath?" He asked with a soft smile as he got up from the bed, retrieving a warm soft towel to clean you up with.

"Yes please!" Your smile grew wider, he knew you so well, he knew exactly what you needed and when. Then again, he was a genius. He gently planted another kiss onto your forehead glad to see you all happy and excited, walking off to start a warm bath for you.

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Translations (Russian to English):

Moya lyubov' = My love

Milyy' = Darling

Moya myshka = My mouse

More notes: Holy shit. I've never written anything like that before, I don't know if I should be proud or concerned 😭, but I'm happy with how it turned out, I hope you enjoyed it as well! 💜

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #fyodor dostoevsky #bsd fyodor #fanfic #bsd fanfic #bsd smut #smut #fyodor x reader #bsd x you #fyodor smut #bsd fyodor dostoevsky

[mamieishere]

How to row a hook-up

MDNI

disclaimer : unprotected sex, quickie, doggy style, creampie, semi public, teasing, breeding kink, no name mentioned

You met him on a dating app. You liked his profile because of his blue hair. It's not common and you love someone with their own personality. He was a traveler, coming we-don't-know-where and indicated that he was around for several days.

There was no expectation, you liked some other profiles. You got some matches and started to talk with them but they weren't interesting or too weird. You gave up for the night and went to bed. Tomorrow evening your friend will arrive and the both of you will head to the most anticipated festival of the year. How exciting is it to finally being able to enjoy music lives.

When you woke up the next morning, you were anything but a portable battery, too much energy, too much happiness... too much eve everything.

You headed to the shower and had a full body wash, hair included. Summer nights were hot and humid, so much so that you needed to wash your hair daily. After getting dressed, you picked up your phone and oh! missing notifications. It was the blue haired cutie. He liked you back! FUCK!

"Hi! I'm here for a few days. I'm going to be honest, I need someone who speaks the local language... Are you in?" 4 hours ago

"Ha ~ Finally, I wasn't that honest. I have a big event this weekend and I am very stressed. It's impromptu but could you help you to reduce this tension?" 4 hours ago

"I mean in a sexual way?" 3 hours ago

"Wait... It's impossible to erase a message on this app??? Fuck it." 5 minutes ago

"You know what? Forget it, nvw. It was unsolicited." now

You laughed. He was cute and kinda strange in a way.

"Hey :) sure I'm in, even for a tension revealed thing if you want." now

You texted back without proofreading, probably because you'd cringe at your message. You tossed your phone on your bed. after all, What are the chances that he will respond now? Obviously none.

You planned to go on a self date, one of your fave thing. You put a little make, mascara and lip gloss, grab your bag stuffed with keys, wallet, a book and your flying phone. Headphones on your ears, you headed out to a cozy restaurant nearby to the hotel.

The atmosphere was hushed, the lights were subdued and the ceiling had mouldings. A perfect place to order a fancy dish and a glass of white wine in the back corner out of sight. After the waiter has taken your order and came back with your drink, you took your book and started peacefully your me-time.

A group of about ten people took the table on the right. They were loud, chaotic dressed in expensive clothing. You sighted and turn on the headphones again. You looked for your phone to play some music. While the tracks scrolled across the screen, he popped up. You jumped on your seat, hurting the table.

- "HOLLY... ", you restrained yourself from screaming and rubbing your knees. The neighbours at the table turned around with surprised looks. "My apologies", you nodded, pressed play to the first track coming and hid behind your book.

"Hello again! Thank God, I'm glad you did answer. I'm not used to dating apps, probably because I'm not allowed to. Had I say I was relieved? Haha I'm rumbling... Anyways, I'm going to dinner in a restaurant, would you like to recommend me a dish? I'm so lost... " 3 minutes ago

You laughed softly.

"Okay, it's funny because I'm in a restaurant too currently. I order a croque madame, it's a hot sandwich studded with béchamel sauce, cheese and ham plus there's a sunny side up on the top of it. It comes with a salad. So, I guess you may order this too!" now

"THANK YOU!" now

Oh the answer came very quickly this time. You left your phone on the table with the book, as the waiter came back with your dish.

Oh it was delicious... The bread was crispy outside but still soft and buttery. The egg was perfect, the ham and cheese tasty and smoked. It was heaven,all of this combined with the jazz music playing... It was orgasmic.

"I guess you gave me a good choice. It looks yummy. *one picture attached *" now

Your eyes widen once again. The picture of his dish was exactly the same than yours, the dishes, the tablecloth, everything. You raised your head and started to search around you. He was here.

*Wait... We are in the same restaurant. Oh lol, where are you?" now

You kept looking for some blue hair but failed. Was it a joke? Where was he? After 5 minutes, your message was still unread. You decided to go to the bathroom, leaving your things under the waiter supervision.

Until someone grabbed your hand and guided you to the first nearby room. You were about to scream when your kidnapper switch on the light. Blue hair. Oh.

- "Hey... hey hey hey", he whispered "I'm so sorry, I caught you by surprise. I recognized you when I entered the restaurant earlier. I wanted to give you a hand sign but as I was with my band and the staff, it was impossible. Please accept my apologies. But jeez you're beautiful. Ah sorry I'm rambling again... Hey? Hello, Earth?"

Of course you heard him but you were shut. He was stunning, his delicate face, his bobba eyes contrasted so well with his blue hair. You were subjugated.

- "Yeah? Hi...", the words fell from your mouth.

- "Are you okay? Are you shocked?" he panicked "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry.".

You put your hand on his chest. "Are you real...?" you asked randomly. He burnt out of laughter,took your hand and swapped your fingers with his own.

- "Hello sweetheart, yes I'm real", he cooed with a chuckle. He took your chin and replaced a strand of hair out of your face. "May i kiss you?"

Wow, that was bold but not as bold as you, putting your hands on his shoulders for leverage, you reached to his mouth and put a lingering kiss on his lips. He caught you and deeper the kiss, glued his body to yours.

- "Ah princess... I want you now, can I have you now?", You looked at him and nodded. "Use your words baby. ".

- "Ha.... yes, please. Are you not afraid that someone caught us?".

He cadged you between his body and the door.

- "No, I'm not. You'll have to stay quiet if you don't want to be discovered.", He leaned to kiss you again. Both of you had a little time. His hands made their path under your shirt going for the claps of your bra. You weren't wearing a bra, oops. He broke the kiss and gave you a stern look.

- "Oh my. What do we have here?", he raised your hands with one hand while his others reached up your top, exposing your chest to the cold air, making your nipples harder than they already were. He started to leave little pecks on your neck, down to your collarbone, decorating it with purple and finally reaching to your left boob.

- "Let's start with your heart side would you?", he rolled the sensitive tip between his digits, cutting off a moan of you. He urgently put his hand on your mouth. "Stay quiet baby if you don't want to get caught".

He freed your hands which ended up on his shoulders again and licked your nipple. Your chest arched, giving him more flesh. You moaned again, silently. His other hand found a place on your hips, rubbing slow circles.

- "Touch me, please...", Your voice was almost a whisper. "May I have your fingers in me?"

It was all it took for him to snap. He got back on his feet, turned you around and lifted your skirt.

- " Oh baby wants my fingers?", he teased. "Baby wants me to finger your needy hole?"

He didn't give enough time to answer before he ripped soaking panties, stuffed you with two fingers at an incredible rough pace. You felt the first sprinkles of pleasure and he added a third one. Soft moans weren't enough, louder ones erupted from your throat as he stopped them by placing a hand on your filfy mouth.

- "I told you to stop being noisy", his action hadn't the expected effect, your creamed his hand. "Fuck that's hot. May I give you my cock sweetie, uh? Want me to fill you up? Breeding you with my seeds?".

Unable to form a coherent sentence, you gave him a "Ha... y... es fuck, gimme y-your see-seeds".

While licking his digits, he undid his pants, freeing his erected dick from the confines of his underwear. One hand came to press on your back to put your pussy on display. You felt him, rubbing his cock along your folds, teasing your entrance. You tried to push your hips back on him to finally get your dream fulifilled.

- "tsk... baby no... that's not how we ask to be fucked"

- "please, I can't... oh shit!", he penetrated you in one full stroke. He snapped his hips on yours, making the head of his penis kissed your cervix, forcefully. The pace he chose left no space for mercy. You thought you were going to cum only by being penetrated until he reached your clit only to play with it. As his pace maintained a high drive, he doodled circles on your bundle of nerves.

- "Fuck baby girl, cum... cum for me. Cum on my cock, I want to feel it", he bite your ear. Then everything became colorful. You came hard around him, squeezing your insides like never you did before. He helped by guiding you through it. The only sound remained was the lewd, squishing sound of his cock entering you again and again. He took him a few pumps before he filled you full of him.

- "hhhhaaa fuck baby, I'm bringing you to my hotel room. I can't leave you like that."

hiii, it's been a while! I hope you enjoyed this story. it was supposed to be a drabble, as usual, it's a failure 🤷🏻‍♀️

Feel free to give feedback and comments (constructive ones only!) 💕

I have to be honest, im not a big mood to write rn but I felt I needed to post this one. please be nice if you find typos or grammatical mistakes, english isn't my first language.

#stray kids x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #kim seungmin smut #yang jeongin smut #Spotify

[seungiepop]

𝑵𝒐 𝑵𝒖𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓

L number one pt 2

pairing: enha x best friend reader

characters: all enha members, Shin Yuna (itzy), Choi Beomgyu (TXT), and Mark lee (NCT)

caution: sexual context (only implied on the legal line), cursing, the reader is an 03’ line with sunoo and yuna

genre: social media au and one shots

wc: 1.2k

L number one p1

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Heeseung stepped into the warm apartment, the smell of fresh baked goods roamed in his scent. Walking through the crowded hallway towards the kitchen he saw Y/n cutting up some fruit “Hey pretty girl!”

“Hee! You scared me!”

“Sorry angel.”

“The Vacuum is in the closet down the hall.” she tells him, placing down the knife and wiping her hands with the kitchen cloth.

He nodded his head walking back to the hallway quickly grabbing the cleaning device, walking back to the kitchen. Taking a good look at her he was quick to notice how skimpy her outfit was, the small sleeping shorts with the loose tank top, obvious that she didn’t bother to put on a bra. “So I uh notice Mark and Gyu walking out?” Clearing his throat, pulling out the stool across from her. “Oh yeah! They were playing the game but Mark got a call from Sun that their espresso machine broke.” she huffed, placing a piece of strawberry in her mouth.

“Yikes! the new one?”

She nodded head “Yup, poor Sunoo sounded so done.” she chuckles, placing some of the fruit in a small bowl.”You want some?” gesturing to the fruit. He nodded signaling her to get closer, with a small smile she walked around the counter standing a little closer to him than she normally does.

Y/n had this all planned, knowing how much he loved when it came to her feeding him any type of food. Picking a piece of the fruit she gestured to him to open up to feed him. She watched the way his plump lips wrapped around the silverware and humming at the sweet taste bursting in his mouth.

Fuck how does she make a piece of watermelon taste sweeter than it is?

“S’good” he swallowed

She smiled, glad that he enjoyed it. “Have a strawberry, they’re very juicy and delicious”.

Taking a bit of the red fruit she was feeding his way, he felt a bit of the fruit juice drip on the side of his lips. “Shit-” he pulled back about to wipe his lips off but was stopped “here let me get that for you” she whispered wiping the juice with her thumb making sure he was looking right at her before sucking it off her thumb.

Heeseung cursed to himself, watching the way her glossy lips wrapped around her thumb to suck off the excess juice. Biting his lip he placed a hand on hip pulling her to stand in between his now spread legs “You know, I was really sad that you chose to study with your college friends instead of hanging out with us.” she pouted, wrapping his hoodie string around her finger pulling him even closer so their faces were now inches away from each other.

Heeseung cooed at her expression “I'm sorry doll, but school has really been kicking my ass with finals and stuff that I really haven't been able to go out with.”

Y/n nodded her head understanding, she truly admired him for dedicating so much of his time towards his studies. “You seem really stressed-'' she hummed carefully, running her fingers through his hair and slightly messaging his scalp. Heeseung felt himself lean into her touch, her hands were like magic or something he could bust a whole nut just from her head scratches. His mind was turning into mush “-is there anything I could do to help let out all that tension?”

Why can I feel this on my dick?

“Huh?”

She chuckled at his droopiness “Does that feel good seungie?”

“Mhm..”

Her fingers are fucking magic

“Come on, let's go to the couch, you can relax better over there.”

Taking his hand she led him to the living room, telling him to take a seat before heading back to the kitchen to grab the bowl of her fruit.

“You should take your hoodie off seungie. I turned on the heater not too long before you arrived.” Gesturing to the hood he had on. Making a move Y/n leaned closer to help him remove the piece of clothing, her fingers lightly grazing over the tone muscle of his stomach.

Fuck

He was wearing a plain white shirt, it was so simple yet he made it look good. “You look so tired..” she frowns,

the bags under his eyes are more prominent than ever. Y/n truly wondered if he even gets the right amount of sleep every night. “Don’t worry about me pretty-“ he smiled cupping her cheek with his palm “-i’m fine.” His eyes looked down at her lips, he kissed those lips so many times yet something about the fruit made them look so irresistible.

Y/n inspected his handsome face, his slender nose, brown bambi shaped eyes just looking at her with something she couldn’t read between lust and admiration maybe? Who knows but she loved it.

“Kiss me seungie.”

He didn’t need to be told twice pulling her by the waist his lips connecting with hers. She couldn’t contain the smile that broke out, her hands cradling her face to deepen the kiss. Heeseung couldn’t help himself she needed to be closer

His lips trailed down to her neck, smirking as the noises leaving her lips began to increase. His lips felt like heaven on her neck, the way he sucked harshly yet ran his tongue over the forming bruise sending shivers down her spine. Letting out a breathless giggle she trailed her hand down to his crotch, feeling his bulge harden under her touch.

Heeseung groaned as she continued to palm him through his sweats when was the last time i even nutted? he wondered feeling himself almost cum from her light touches. It truly has been so long since Heeseung has fucked someone properly, is it even worth it lasting a whole month when he hasn’t gotten a single orgasm in four? (not counting his hand).

fuck this bet

I need to get laid

it’s been way too long

Heeseung's grip on her hair tightened, pulling her up against his sweaty chest, his hips slapping against her ass. The new angle makes her eyes rolling back at the new sensation of pleasure, she’s never felt this type of pleasure when it came to anybody. Her tight pussy felt so good wrapped around him, the warm tight feeling of her gummy walls just sucking him in perfectly he was so gone of the pleasure that he had almost forgotten about the bet.

“Hee- faster please!” she whimpered out.

Eyes screwing as he sped up his thrust, the tight pit feeling of her orgasm building up in the pit of her stomach just threatening to snap.

No wonder Chenle spoke so highly of her

Heeseung stop that’s disgusting

Just the thought of their ex-friend alone pissed him off so much he let go of the grip he had on her hair and turned her over so she was now facing him. Sitting back on the couch Heeseung held her hips thrusting in and out of her. Her legs began to shake as the soreness took over her body, almost about to give up. But Heeseung grabbed her by the waist thrusting upwards, hitting her spot every time. Her vision began to blur as the pit tightened with each thrust of his cock.

“I'm cumming, I'm cumming!” she let out the loudest moan of the night as her body shook out of pleasure, her walls spasming around his cock.

He cursed as her orgasm triggered his, he thrust into her a few more times before pulling out, admiring their juices mixed together.

$1200 down the drain

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Authors note: Here is the long awaited “L number one” part 2. I apologize for making you guys wait so long, it was supposed to be posted two days ago but something came up but here you guys go! Hope you guys enjoy <3

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[sanest-bsd-delegate]

CAN YOU DO BSD BOYS HAVING A S/O WHO IS CHILDISH AND SARCASTIC BUUUT THEIR S/O IS SECRETLY HAS FRAGILE PERSONALITY AND OVERTHINKS? ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE AND HAVE TIME THO 😭😭 . (I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS REQUEST BECAUSE EVERY POST OF YOURS IS PIECE. OF. ART.) SKSKJSKSNSLWK

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬

headcanon: Who knew that even the boldest overthinks? ft: Dazai, Chuuya and Ranpo

MASTERLIST

Dazai

He was onto the traditional method of suicide, the typical jumping off the roof. Unfortunately for him yet again, someone had to interrupt him. "Oh look its you Y/N!" Dazai comments, laughing as he stood on the hard ground. Shaking your head, you just pinched him on his arm as you drag him back to the ADA office.

"Are you out of your mind Dazai? Oh wait you don't even have the audiency to ow-"

"It hurts Y/NNNNN" Dazai comments, as he rubs the spot where you previously held his arm.

'Did I pinch him to hard? Oh fuck, is he hurt? what if-'

Almost thinking, Dazai wrap his arms around you as he laughs out loud, burying his head on your shoulders. "I was joking Y/NNN". You look at Dazai, as you hold his face, before pouting and holding a childish frown on you face, clearly disappointed. You were about to turn you head away before Dazai holds your face with his hands staring at your eyes before kissing your forehead.

"Why do you keep saving me?"

"Oh I don't know? But that wasn't clearly in my job description"

Chuuya

It was one of those occasions where you would wake up earlier then Chuuya, as you would walk outside the room to see the mess you created last night. You both had been through a really messed up mission and Chuuya being Chuuya, thought too get drunk.

Guess it was you turn today to make breakfast today.

"Morning" Chuuya says, rubbing his eyes while walking towards the dining table seating himself while he half sleep watches you make breakfast. "Oh? is that Chuuya speaking to me or is it Mr bonnie lass am speaking with?" You said jokingly, as you place two plates of breakfast in front of you.

"Seriously Y/N? Its to early for this" He says while trying to stay awake, his body yet to fully sober up. "Early? Its 10 am in the morning...Mr bonnie lass wouldn't act like that" you joked, while drinking the cup of coffee. missing the blush that had formed on her lover's face.

There was an awkward silence after that. 'did I do something wrong? did i cross the limit?'. You look down at the table before giving a sigh, letting the overthinking thoughts consume you, but before it could you hear him speak,

"The breakfast was delicious Y/N"

You look up to reach his eye level, his head tilted on one of his hands, as he gave you a grin something you could never tired off. "Oh really? glad to know"

"You should make breakfast everyday you know?," he says, before walking over and giving you a kiss on forehead before walking towards the sink to rinse the plates.

"No thanks, besides you look cute in aprons. Any who would wanna miss checking you out wearing that?"

Ranpo

"Ranpo! You cant keep eating candies forever!" You commented as you snatch the snacks he held in his hands, before keeping it away on the top shelf, "Geez, How come you haven't gotten diabetes yet from eating so much candies".

Yeah, that was the last time you talked to Ranpo. He had quite been ignoring you at the agency, turning his head away each time you came in his view pounding and secretly throwing a tantrum inside. You on the other hand, just couldn't figure out why he was ignoring you. You both never fought, and infact Ranpo was a type of person who would never try get separate from you. He carved for physical affection, and when he didn't it got you concerned. Was it your fault? Did you do something wrong? Will this become the reason that you and him drift apart? You didn't know.

"Ranpo," You spoke, your arms wide open as you take a step towards him, a little guilty and unsure how he would react. He is mad isn't it? "Did I do something wrong?...Please tell me"

Ranpo seemed to catch your emotions before viewing your arms, he dived into the hug whining and complaining, "Y/NNN you never gave me my candy back, I wanted to finish it"

Oh? So that was the reason he refused to talk to you?

"You are a big baby you know that?" You said, as you reached the cabinet and give him the sweet snack back, only for him to beam brightly and start eating again. You look at him, shaking your head wondering if your boyfriend was a 26 year grown old man or a 6 year old child.

I had the idea to bullet them all, now I dont even know if I wrote a headcanon or a drabble. (ps tysm love😭, your words mean a lot :D srry for the wait)

#dazai x reader #bsd headcanons #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #dazai hcs #dazai fluff #bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs dazai #bungo stray dogs headcanons #dazai #osamu dazai #dazaibsd #chuuyabsd #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs chuuya #bsd headcanons dazai #chuuya x reader #bsd headcanon #ranpo x reader #ranpo bsd #ranpo edogawa #bsd #bsd x reader #requests to sbd

[melanieph321]

Can you write something about Ruben based on “Beautiful liar” by Beyoncé&Shakira? I don’t think he is that kind of guy but I don’t know why I though about him while listening it😂

Yeah, so this request is too good to be a one shot. I'm making it into a three part series!⭐️⭐️⭐️

Ruben Dias x Reader - Beautiful Liar Part 1/3

Enjoy!

"You snore when you sleep, did you know that?"

"I don't." You muttered.

Rubens hands moved under the bed covers, caressing and grouping your naked body.

"You're gonna be late for work."

He grinned. "Let me work on you first."

It had been your first time spending the night. Sex with Ruben was just as you expected, eager and a bit needy. His egerness and need for your body showed long into the early morning. Who knows, you two might have been fucking each other all night.

"Ruben, go!" You groaned. But he rolled on top of you in a pathetic attempt to get a quicky in before work.

"Five more minutes."

He traced sloppy kisses down your body, his head disappearing beneath the duvet.

"Fuck."

His hands spread your legs like butter whilst his tounge swirled your clit like a popsicle.

"You can leave whenever, no stress."

Following a hot shower together, you found yourself in Ruben's kitchen. He was getting dressed for work, whilst you sat nibbling on a cluster of sweet grapes.

"What, no making me breakfast?"

He turned to you, his shirt yet buttoned and a sloppy black tie hanging around his neck.

"Seems like your eating me up right now." He smiled. Your eyes were sinfully scoping out his sculptured body.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Besides..." He said, working the buttons on his shirt. "I've already had my breakfast this morning. It was delicious."

You held your chuckle, thighs pressing together underneath the table. The sensation of him was still there, Ruben and his slippery tounge.

"Have a nice day at work." You said. He came over to the kitchen Island where you sat, tilting your head back by slightly pulling your hair.

"God you're so sexy." He said and kissed you lips.

"Thanks, you two."

He chuckled "Don't forget to lock the door when you leave. The key is in the little pot by the door.

"Okay, I will."

Your day was much slower than Rubens. Working from home was usually a bore, but Rubens apartment had a nicer view than yours.

You asked yourself if this was supposed to be a one night stand? Ruben had been very relentless about his attraction to you ever since you stepped into his office two months ago. It had gone all down hill from there. Telling him that you didn't date colleagues, let alone your boss' assistant only seemed to make him what you more. Forbidden love. Which hopless romantic hadn't fallen into that trap before? You were glad however, that Ruben had respected you needs to take things slow. He neither saw you as a tease or a office cunt for making him wait two months to get with you.

"Shoot!"

It was around lunchtime. You were headed towards your favorite café in Manchester, when you realized that you had forgotten your purse at Ruben's. You had no intention on going back there once you left. It would be better for Ruben not to hear from you in a while. This way rumors around the office would seize to spread. Nevertheless you needed your purse and Ruben had already told you where the spare key was. Your reaction though, stepping into his apartment and finding another woman in there, a pregnant one at that.

"Hello?" She smiled. "Can I help you?"

She was surprisingly calm for a woman being met by a stranger looking for a purse.

"Um...I just forgot my purse." You said, unsure how to introduce yourself to the woman. Was she Rubens sister, in that case had Ruben told her about you?

"Oh, this one?" She held up the bag in front if her, looking admirable at it. After all, it was your finest Louis Vuitton. Ruben got it for you on your birthday.

"Yes. Thank you." You stepped forwards to grab the bag, forcing yourself not to stare at the womas bloated belly.

"Are you Rubens assistant?" She asked, with a hand to her stomach. The ring on her finger was beautiful. You were a bit of a jewelry enthusiasts so seeing a fine diamond like that always caught your attention.

"No, I'm his....his...we work together. I'm his colleague." You didn't know who this woman was, she could be working for HR for all you know. You and Ruben had agreed to keep things on the low, at least until you switched office next month.

"How nice to finally meet one of Ruben's coworkers. I barely know what he does for a living. " The woman laughed, her laughter seemed to lift the whole apartment. She was beautiful, you thought. Plump lips and thick brown hair.

"Well, I couldn't tell you." You chuckled. "Other than being my boss assistant I barely know anything myself."

It was true, you weren't even sure when and if Ruben had lunch breaks.

"You're funny." The woman said, stretching out a hand for you to greet.

"Y/N."

"Y/N, how beautiful. I'm Charlotte Dias, Rubens wife."

A moment of silence, as time seemed to collapse around you.

"C...come again?"

"I'm Charlotte Dias, Ruben's wife?"

His pregnant wife.

The woman looked at you with furrowed brows. "Haven't Ruben told you about me?

"Um...no, no he hasn't." You felt lightheaded and a sudden need to vomit.

"Is everything okay hun?" Charlotte stepped forward, her hands looking ready to catch you if you fell.

Your steps were wobbly, however you had to get out of there.

"I'm sorry I..." You moved to the door, fumbling with its handle.

"Wait, do you need me to..."

The door slammed shut behind you before Ruben's wife could finnish her sentence. Coming down the elevator, you stepped onto a busy street, feeling like you've gone crazy. Ruben had been lying to you. Lying to you about everything. You felt a need to hold in your tears but the pain that came with it was unbearable to withstand and so you weeped. Right there on the busy street you sat down on the sidewalk and weeped. How could he do this to you? That fucking liar.

#fanfiction #manchester city #man city #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias #football imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #footballer imagine #football x reader #football #smut

[stevesbipanic]

@steddiemas Day 3: Needing to be quiet.

Not explicit but minors dni with this one.

Now in all fairness Steve couldn't be held accountable for his actions. I mean what kind of reaction was he supposed to have to his extremely hot boyfriend dressed as sexy Santa performing songs he wrote ABOUT HIM! Steve had simply had no choice but to immediately take him backstage and lock the door, the other boys would surely forgive him given the circumstances.

Eddie was clearly on the same page as him because as soon as the lock clicked he'd pushed Steve right up against the door. The tiny room was warm, and Steve's warm skin plus the outfit was making it deliciously warm compared to the cold snowy weather they'd been having.

"Please, Eds." Steve choked out.

"Having you been a good boy this year, Stevie?"

That should not have turned Steve on as much as it did, if Robin was here she'd probably be wanting to psychoanalysis it, but she wasn't here and anything Eddie wanted to say was working.

"So good, Santa," Steve smirked out a reply teasingly.

"Fuck, that shouldn't be hot."

Just as Eddie had started to unbuckle Steve's belt to get to the main event, they heard talking outside.

"You guys were soooooo good," a clearly drunk girl said.

"Thanks, I'm glad you came," a voice replied shyly.

Steve and Eddie looked at each other wildly, oh no, the girl Grant had been pining over for weeks had actually come to the show, and liked it!

Steve was about to just give up and open the door to try and wingman the boy when Eddie stopped him.

"Think you can be quiet, sweetheart?"

Steve wasn't about to back down from a challenge, "Will it get me onto the nice list?"

"I'll make sure to check it twice," Eddie said sliding his hand under Steve's waistband.

Thankfully by the time Grant wanted to show the girl the green room, Steve and Eddie were looking very innocent and casual, not that Grant believed them for a second.

Ao3

#steddiemas #where i toe the line #for smutty sunday #i will be writing some smut later in the month tho #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet

[andguesswhat]

Just a quickie. Actually for @zuzla33, because she helped me to get sweet dreams. But I don't know if she even wants it 😅

Stay strong!

Of vegetables and fruits

*

Armie was in the vegetable and fruit section at a fine little supermarket in a mall when his cell phone rang.

Timmy.

"Hey babe..."

A deep groan greeted him. "Hhhm, Armie, mmm, please talk dirty to me.... nghh." Okayyyy, Tim was clearly jerking off.

Armie took a second. Looked around. Lots of people around him, the walk to the car too long.

"Armie, hhm, please... I need you... ahh."

Uhm yes, but really not right now.

"I miss you Armie..." Another groan on the other side of the line, begging and desperate.

Armie sighed. Okay, okay. He looked around and walked towards the fruit display.

"Uhm... I was thinking about bringing you some peaches.... They look really good, you know.... Really ripe, but firm... and uhm a bit tiny, but very tasty looking, you know.... And um... juicy, soft skin, but really juicy... and I'd really like to.... um take a bite of one right now, you know...."

"Hhm! Yes, Armie... More!"

"Aaaand... oh look, this one has a big.... notch... I can slide my thumb over it..."

"Ah!"

"Well, I really wish I wasn't standing in a supermarket right now, but ... um... somewhere else ... so I could ... could put my mouth on it ... And uhm" Armie turned a little, whispered, "... and could lick it."

"Yes, Armie! More..."

More, more… okay...

"I want your dick, Armie."

That, too. Okay… Armie continued to look around. This was getting a little stressful here.

Okay, okay... zucchinis, carrots, there.

He walked toward the vegetable display.

"Oh yeah, that's right, I was supposed to bring aubergines. Oh, those aubergines look good. So plump and big and so ready...to...um put them in the ...um oven?" Oh man, this was ridiculous. Armie shook his head with a laugh.

"Yes, Armie, fuck me with your big aubergine! God, I'm so close..."

But apparently not quite there yet. Armie looked around again. And went back to the fruit display.

"I thought I’d bring some bananas, too. Wow, they're almost as big as the eggplants. They really look incredibly delicious. Did I ever tell you what I did with one of those really uhm... ripe bananas?"

"God, Armie, I'm so close!" Timmy's moans grew louder and louder, and Armie was beginning to worry that the whole supermarket was listening in.

"Okay, so I took the peeled banana and squeezed it, really hard, so that the thick. juicy. juice. just squirted into my mouth..."

"Aaaaah-"

The call was disconnected.

Hmm.

Armie looked around. None of the people seemed to be staring at him, which was a good sign.

But somehow he was a little lost now.

What was he shopping for again?

Peaches, eggplants, zucchini, was there anything that didn't make him think of Timmy in his hotel room now?

He stood a little indecisive between vegetables and fruit when his cell phone rang again.

"Hey, babe," Timmy chirped contentedly in his ear, "sorry, came on the button... I mean, my finger, not..." Timmy giggled.

Armie smiled. Sleepy, giggly Timmy. He missed him.

He was glad Timmy was feeling a little better. The last few days had been bad, phone calls Timmy wouldn't take, phone calls that left a stale feeling because Armie couldn’t help. Then yesterday they had finally had a good conversation. And today...

"How are you?" asked Timmy.

"Well, I'm standing in the supermarket with a boner, so nothing unusual..."

Timmy laughed again. "I'll make it up to you on the next call! Have you seen my t-shirt today? Death Trip?"

"Tyler pointed it out to me."

"Man, and you are my husband, I can't believe it!"

Armie rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Did you mean me or you by that?" he asked.

"Us both…“ was Timmy’s serious reply. „But we get through this, don't we?"

"Yes." He wished he was with Timmy now. "I'm glad you're better."

"Can't wait to see you."

"I sent you the usual dick pics later."

Timmy laughed. "Or one with the banana."

"Up my ass or...?"

Timmy laughed even harder. "Miss ya and love ya."

"Same, just more."

*

#charmie fic #charmie ficlet #charmie #armie hammer #charmie fanfic #armie x timmy #timmy x armie

[ironh3artstark]

Since it was rdj's birthday!!! i would love to request where its tony's birthday and peter's gift to him is himself wearing a lingerie or sexy outfit uniform! hard core smut pls

Thank you for the request :). Hope it’s alright! Also sorry for any typos

The sound of Tony's shoes hitting the floor alerted Peter. He sat up from his lounging position on the bed. The room was dark, as per Peter's request. Peter had been a good boy for his lover and he had a present for his 47th birthday.

Tony walked into the bedroom, loosening his tie. He looked at the bed with a smirk. "My baby, waiting for me?" Tony asked.

"Yes Sir," Peter smiles confidently. "I have a surprise for you."

Tony grinned and stripped off his shirt. "Baby, you know you didn’t have to get me anything. Can I see it now?"

"No," Peter said. "Sit."

Tony raised his eyebrow and sat in the armchair beside the bed. "Well then," he said, sitting.

Other times he would’ve instantly corrected the tone that came out of Peter’s mouth, tonight, he was allowing it.

Peter turned on the bedside light. "Look," he said, holding out a gift. "Happy birthday, Tony." Tony smirked and took the present. "Thank you, baby," he said, tearing the paper and peering at the luxurious design. "Lingerie?" Tony guesses with a smirk.

"Open the box," Peter says, looking at how Tony looks up and down his body once he realizes his boy is absolutely bare naked, and by bare he means it. He’s hairless and smooth everywhere.

Tony nods, sadly tearing his eyes away from his beautiful boy, and opens the box.

Tony’s eyes widen with lust and wonder at the sight before him. "Oh."

Inside the box was a matching set of pink lacy underwear and a pink silk nightgown. It was simple but it was elegant and it was, ultimately, Tony's style. "You like it?" Peter asks with cheeks as pink as a spring flower, shyly smiling.

"Yes," Tony said, stroking the silk. "It's beautiful. Perfect for you.”

Peter beams and giggles. "Now close your eyes," he says.

"Yes baby," Tony said. He closed his eyes, smelling the scent of vanilla and flowers as Peter moves around in front of him, the movement, wafting the delicious smell around the room.

"No peeking!" Peter says. Tony can hear the smile in his voice and smiles with his eyes still closed.

Peter picks up the nightgown.

"Wouldn't dream of it, honey." Tony speaks softly, crossing his heart.

Peter pulls the nightgown over his head, pulling it down to his thighs, glad he decided to wax himself smooth so Tony can have the best experience.

Once the nightgown is on, Peter bites his lip and grabs the lacy pink panties that lie in the box. They were attached to garters that connected the panties to them with very fragile lace. When Peter tends to get excited, he ends up breaking things. He does not want to rip these—possibly the most pretty things he ever owned.

He slips them on oh so carefully, the fabric feeling so nice against his skin, especially the smooth, waxed skin. "Okay, Tony," Peter says, walking forward to the older man. "I'm all ready for you."

Tony smirks and opens his eyes, letting out a soft breath at the gorgeous sight before him. "Fuck baby, you're beautiful." Tony breathes out. Peter has never failed to take his breath away, that’s just how pretty his boy is.

"Thank you," Peter blushes, fingers playing with the end of the frayed fabric of his slip.

"May I touch you, darling?" Tony asks, tilting his head as he looks up at Peter.

"Of course, Sir," Peter nods, stepping closer and sitting on Tony's lap, his legs wrapping around Tony's waist.

Tony smiles, his hands stroking up the sides of Peter's hips, sliding underneath the silk nightgown and rubbing his back. "I love you." He says softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Peter's collarbone.

"I love you too," Peter whispers, his body already reacting to Tony's touch, the lace rubbing against his cock, and Tony’s already stiff length in his dress pants, causing a bulge to be felt.

"So sweet and innocent," Tony mumbles. His hands come down, stroking Peter's thighs and the lacy material of the garters. "You did such a good job getting ready for me. Waxed everything and got these panties for me. Did you get hard when you were waxing yourself, baby? I bet you did. You got hard, thinking about my big cock inside of you. Fucking you open and filling you up."

"I did, was thinking about how good you’ll feel inside me." Peter moaned softly, grinding down on Tony's lap, trying not to tear his new panties.

"That's my boy," Tony praises. He kisses Peter's jaw, sucking gently and running his tongue over the skin.

"Can I undress you, Tony?" Peter asks, his eyes full of desire.

"You may, baby," Tony answers, pressing his forehead against Peter's, looking into his eyes, before pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of Peter’s nose.

Peter moans, reaching down and unbuckling Tony's belt, pulling it out of the loops, and dropping it to the floor. Next, he pops open the button and pulls the zipper down. He slips his hand inside, wrapping it around Tony's large cock, and gasps when he feels the slick, warm, and wet flesh. "Already so hard for me, Tones."

"You make me so hard, baby.” Tony bites out.

"Can I suck your cock, please, Sir?" Peter asks, batting his eyelashes.

"Not tonight, sweet boy." Tony says.

"Why not, Sir?" Peter pouts, wondering if he did something wrong.

"Tonight, I wanna fuck you on your back, okay?" Tony says, grinning as he watches the sad pout go away, and gets replaced with a happy smile.

Peter eagerly nods, his curls bouncing on top of his head. He slides off of Tony's lap, his feet hitting the floor and making him slightly wobble because his legs are trembling with the anticipation of what's about to happen.

Tony takes the opportunity to shuck his pants off, his boxers going down with them, his cock springing free and standing proudly.

"Sir," Peter says, getting up and crawling on top of the bed, his nightgown sliding up, revealing his pink lacy panties. "Come here," he says.

"Where, baby boy?" Tony asks, a teasing smirk on his face.

"Here," Peter says, his hands reaching out, signaling Tony to come closer.

Tony stands and crawls up onto the bed, laying between Peter's spread legs. "Hi," he says, smiling down at the young boy.

"Hey," Peter blushes. "Kiss me?" He asks.

"As you wish," Tony grins, leaning down and pressing their lips together.

Peter's arms wrap around Tony's shoulders and their lips slot together perfectly. They both sigh in contentment. The kiss starts out gentle and slow, but turns more desperate as time goes on.

"Tony, fuck," Peter whines as they break apart, both panting.

"I got you, sweetheart," Tony says, one hand coming up to stroke Peter's cheek. "I'll always take care of you. My beautiful boy."

Peter sighs in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed. He nuzzles his cheek into Tony's hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.

"Do you want the panties to stay on or off?" Tony asks, using his free hand to glide it along Peter’s waist.

"Mmm, On," Peter blushes. "They're cute and I like them."

"Me too," Tony chuckles, kissing Peter's forehead.

"Will you fuck me, Sir? Please?" Peter asks, opening his eyes and looking at Tony, biting his lip.

"Oh, of course I will," Tony grins, pulling back and grabbing the bottle of lube on the nightstand. "Lay on your stomach," he says, opening the bottle.

"Yes sir," Peter says, flipping over. He grabs one of the many pillows on the bed, putting it under his waist, his ass sticking up and his face buried into the soft silk.

Tony looses breath at how easily Peter did that motion, running his eyes all across the span of Peter’s plump ass.

Tony leans down and presses a kiss to Peter's tailbone, his hand coming up and rubbing over Peter's lace covered hole. "This is the best birthday gift, baby," Tony says, squeezing Peter's ass and rubbing the small hole through the panties.

"Thank you, Sir," Peter says. "It's just—I wanted to make you happy."

"Oh, honey, you did. I’m so proud of you.” Tony coos, eyes filled with love as he listens to his lover speak.

Peter sighs softly, pushing his wide hips back.

"Shh," Tony hums, rubbing his back. "I got you, baby." He pulls the lacy material aside gently and grabs the lube. He drizzles some on his fingers, rubbing it to warm it up.

"Are you ready?" Tony asks, his index finger brushing against the tight ring of muscle.

"Yes," Peter whispers. "Please, Tony."

"Anything for you," Tony speaks softly, feeling his cock twitch as his eyes catch the pink and tight pucker. He circles the rim, teasing the muscle, and pushes his finger in.

"Mmm, thank you, Sir." Peter sighs, his ass relaxing and taking the long and thick finger easily.

"God, look at you, sweet boy. You're always so good for me." Tony growls, pushing his finger in deeper. Peter moans, the praise going straight to his cock, which is leaking pre-cum into his panties.

Tony starts pumping his finger in and out, stretching Peter, who is obviously, taking it like a champ. "Almost done, okay baby? You're doing so well."

"M'kay, add another." Peter whimpers, his hands grabbing at the silk bedspread.

"You're a little needy tonight," Tony comments. He pulls his finger out and adds a bit more lube, before pushing back in with two.

"Just need your cock," Peter huffs, his body arching into the sheets.

"Shh, don't worry, you'll get it. Patience." Tony says, scissoring his fingers. Peter whines and bites down on his lip. He can feel the wetness of his pre-cum seeping into the panties and it causes a shiver to spread throughout his body.

Tony pushes his fingers in and crooks them, searching for the spot that drives Peter crazy. Peter's back arches and a loud moan rips from his throat when Tony brushes against his prostate.

"Oh, fuck, please, Sir, I'm ready, please." Peter begs, his voice desperate.

"What do you want, baby?" Tony asks.

"You, please. Need you to fuck me." Peter whimpers, writhing against the sheets, and also pushing back against the two fingers in his hole.

Tony grins, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He sits back on his haunches, quickly removing his undershirt and looks at Peter, making a move to grab the lube. "Turn around," Tony says. “Wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you, love.”

Peter blushes and nods, quickly turning around and resting his head on the soft pillow.

"Do you still want the panties on?" Tony asks, looking down at the soaking wet material, the lace stained a dark pink.

"Yes, please." Peter blushes, spreading his legs wide, showing off his cock and balls, straining against the lace.

"Beautiful," Tony whispers, his eyes raking up and down the boy's body.

"T-thank you, sir." Peter says, biting his lip, his eyes focused on Tony's big, leaking, and fat cock.

Tony lubes himself up and lines the second pillow up, positioning it under Peter's hips. "Are you ready?" He asks, looking down at the younger man.

"Yes, sir, please, want you." Peter begs, his soft and small hands coming up and resting on Tony's shoulders.

Tony grunts, taking a hold of the base of his cock and pushing into Peter. "O-oh, fuck," Peter groans, his mouth opening and his eyes screwing shut.

"So fucking tight," Tony moans, his free hand coming down and holding Peter's hip. "You feel so good, sweetheart."

"You're so big," Peter whimpers, his hole clenching around the fat cock, the stretch causing a delicious burn.

"Take it so well, though," Tony whispers, pulling out a bit before slowly thrusting back, eyes staring right into Peter’s. Tony’s once light brown eyes have turned black due to the lust and desperation he is experiencing, and Peter loves it.

He loves when he can drive Tony to that point where his eyes are a whole new man’s.

"Fuck," Tony groans, pushing in harder, the tight heat of Peter's hole, driving him mad.

"Sir, yes, right there, please." Peter cries, his back arching, his nails digging into Tony's skin.

Tony smirks and pulls out all the way, before slamming back in, his cock hitting Peter's prostate dead on. "Yes!" Peter screams, his head tilting back.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful, sweet boy. All dressed up for me." Tony grunts, his eyes locked on Peter's face.

"All yours, all yours, only yours, only you get to see me like this." Peter rambles, his cock pulsing and aching.

"That's right," Tony says, leaning down and kissing Peter, his hand coming between them and tugging at the boy's lace covered cock.

Peter gasps, the lace adding a different sensation and he whimpers against Tony's lips. “Tony, ‘m gonna cum!” Peter pants out, gripping Tony’s back with a seriously strong amount of force. It should’ve hurt Tony, but he was too lost in the pleasure right now, he ask Peter to grip him as hard as possible.

"Cum, baby. Let go." Tony mumbles, his mouth trailing down Peter's neck, licking and sucking a mark, his thrusts speeding up.

"Tony!" Peter moans, his back arching as he releases.

Tony moans into Peter’s neck as he clenches tight around his cock. Tony bites hard on Peter’s neck as he speeds up the force and pace of his thrusting incredibly. Peter’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he feels the bite of Tony, along with the strongest and best orgasm he’s ever had in his entire life.

"Sir!" Peter gasps, his fingers raking down Tony's back, his cock spurting out ropes of white cum, the panties being covered and the wetness starting to soak through.

"Oh, fuck, god," Tony moans shakily, pulling back and watching as his boy orgasms. He grips the sheets and slams his hips into Peter, chasing his own orgasm.

Peter cries out and his legs lock around Tony's waist. Peter bites his bottom lip and grinds down as Tony fucks into him. "Gonna fill you up, baby," Tony grunts, his thrusts starting to stutter.

"Do it," Peter whispers. "Want your cum in me, wanna feel you for days."

"Peter," Tony growls, his cock swelling before his eyes squeeze shut tightly and he comes, his cum coating Peter's walls and filling him to the brim.

Peter moans at the hot liquid inside of him, and he can feel the sticky wetness seeping into his panties. “I love you.” Peter pants.

"God, I love you more," Tony breathes, slowly pulling out, both of them hissing at the loss.

Peter whimpers, his hole clenching and unclenching, not wanting to be empty.

"Let me clean you up, sweetheart," Tony whispers, kissing Peter’s forehead before getting off the bed and walking over to the bathroom.

"Mm, don't wanna take my panties off," Peter grumbles.

Tony chuckles from the bathroom, “Peter, baby, I’ll buy you the whole store. They’re dirty.”

"But they're cute." Peter pouts, his eyes fluttering shut. Tony smiles, coming out of the bathroom with a washcloth. "I'll buy you new ones, okay?"

"Okay," Peter yawns.

"Here," Tony says, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Open up, sweetie."

Peter spreads his legs, letting Tony clean the cum off his stomach and his hole.

Tony drops the washcloth and crawls up, kissing Peter's lips. Peter hums and smiles, reaching his hands up and wrapping them around Tony's shoulders.

"Thank you," Tony mumbles, pulling back and nuzzling his nose against Peter's.

"For what?" Peter giggles.

"For tonight. Best birthday ever." Tony grins, his eyes staring into the big brown eyes he fell in love with.

"I'm glad." Peter smiles, pecking Tony’s lips.

“Now, how about we get some sleep?” Tony smirks, stroking a hand over Peter’s cheek.

#starker #tnpt #starker smut

[willsimpforanyone]

Hey, I saw you're other Connor smut and I liked it a lot. Can I request another Connor smut where there's also a lot of aftercare? Maybe the reader can be dominant.

Thank you :)

i'm glad you liked my other connor smuts! i can absolutely do this for you - i'm gonna use she/her pronouns for the reader because we need more dom women in the world

the focus will mainly be on the aftercare

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Oh, the sounds Connor made were divine.

His hands crumpling the bedsheets by his side, doing his best to keep them where I asked him to, bottom lip red and raw from where he had been chewing on it. Gods above, I would never get tired of this.

"Just a little bit longer, baby, you can do that for me, can't you?" I kept up my relentless pace, slamming my hips down on his cock and lifting up in a delicious series of movements.

No words, Connor just nodded frantically.

"That's my good boy, make me feel so good."

He preened under the praise, head tilting back and a blissed out smile resting on his lips.

I reached out to hold the headboard for support, going just that little bit harder. A keening sound ripped itself from Connor's throat. Gorgeous.

"You wanna come, baby? You gotta ask me to come, I know you want to."

Swallowing, Connor choked out a plea. "P-please, fuck, please le-let me c-come, I ne-need to come...!"

Oh, I was weak for this boy. "Good boy, asking so nicely." I would normally draw it out, but I'd tortured him enough, my thighs were aching and I was so painfully close. "Come for me, pretty boy, you can come."

His hands flew from the bedsheets to my hips, keeping me flush against him with his cock fully inside me. He gasped and panted and tears welled up in his eyes and his stomach tensed as he came.

I stroked his hair with one hand and reached down with the other to rub rough circles on my clit. I buried my face in his neck as I came with a choked moan, feeling Connor whine in overstimulation as my pussy clamped down on his spent dick.

For a little while, I didn't move, waiting patiently for Connor's breathing to return to normal before I slowly and carefully lifted myself off him, ever-so-softly removing the condom. His eyes were closed, and I gently shook him. "Hey, no sleep yet, come on."

He made a vague sound of protestation but his eyes opened, just about. Ignoring my own legs screaming in aches, I wobbled to the kitchen and got two bottles of water. Connor hadn't moved since I left the room, but seemed to relax when I was back in eyesight.

I opened one of the bottles and handed it to him. "I need you to drink at least half of it, okay? Then we're going to shower-" I collapsed onto the bed, knees suddenly buckling. "-or have a bath, and then you're gonna have a nap and I'm going to make dinner, sounds good?"

Connor downed a quarter of the water before speaking, voice small and fragile. "What if I want to nap with you?"

My heart melted. "...then I guess we can order takeout."

He gave a small victorious grin, and I rolled my eyes. "Water, bath, nap, takeout, let's go." He nodded and obediently drank more water as I opened my own bottle and swallowed as much as I could. "You okay to wait here as I set up the bath?"

His fists clenched, and he didn't answer. I nodded, placing my faith in my legs once again. Reaching out, I held up my wobbly boyfriend and guided him to the bathroom. Depositing him on the side of the bath, I folded up a towel and placed it in a corner, something soft for him to sit on as I got the bath ready.

Connor seemed content to watch me as I turned on the water, found a random bathbomb and tossed it in. I lined up the shampoo, conditioner and body wash in the order I would need them, along with some skincare and moisturiser on the bathroom counter.

The bathroom slowly filled with steam and with some careful maneuvering, we both ended in the bath, luxuriating in the hot water. Connor's back was against my chest, curly brown hair resting on my collarbones. I pressed kisses to the top of his head and he sighed, tired but happy.

"Any thoughts on what takeout you'd like?" I whispered into his hair.

The surface of the water rippled with his shrug, and I huffed a soft laugh. "A question for later, after a nap, perhaps."

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i hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!

#connor stoll x reader #connor stoll imagine #connor stoll smut #connor smut #connor stoll

[httpsdana]

hi!!! thanks so much for writing for eric garcia, could i please request him with propmts 15, 49, and 63 ? thank you!

Flirt~Eric Garcia

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

@ericgarcias is slowly making me fall for Eric blame her

I'm glad I'm getting requests for him. the lack of Eric content is slowly killing us . anyways enjoy <3

you can request from my prompt list

this is master list

players/drivers I write for

15-"good morning sunshine " " fuck off"

49-"How is my gorgeous girlfriend doing today ?" "What did you do?"

63-"is this what you call flirting?" "you fell for it the first time, though."

Eric was known to be a huge flirt. Whether it was with his teammates or girlfriend. He just liked complimenting people, even if they were his teammates.

Though, after he started dating y/n, his flirting with other people decreased, but increased with his girl. He just always had to shower her with compliments to remind her how much she means to him.

Eric had an early training session. After waking up on his alarm, that didn't wake up y/n who was laying next to him, he glanced at the screen of his phone, seeing that this early session was cancelled.

He let out a sigh knowing he wasn't gonna be able to sleep again. But then he decided to prepare some breakfast for his lover. He felt like spoiling her all day that day.

Getting up from his bed, he pressed a kiss on y/n's forehead before slipping on a shirt and walking to their kitchen.

He was always such a good cook. He made some of y/n's favorite pancakes, making sure to shape them as hearts. He cut some fruits and designed them on the plate.

He filled a glass of orange juice and put some honey over the pancakes, before carrying the plate and cup of juice to their room

y/n was still in deep slumber, making Eric smile at the sight of her. Sleeping was sacred when it came to y/n. She cherished her sleep more than anything (except for Eric for sure)

Setting the plate and cup on the nightstand, he sat down on the bed, leaning on his elbow so his face was hovering over hers

He started by pressing a kiss on her forehead, then on her right cheek, then left cheek, then on the tip of her nose, before his lips settled on hers.

She groaned against his lips, making Eric smile against her mouth. He pulled away, glancing at her eyes that were now half open

"good morning sunshine" he muttered in a low voice

"fuck off" she groaned again, rolling so her back was facing Eric

"come on baby. I made you some of your favorite pancakes" he ran his fingers through the strands of her messy hair

She turned around again, peeking through one eye to look at him. He chuckled and turned to grab the plate

Meanwhile, y/n stretched her arms over head, letting out a sigh as her muscles relaxed

Eric placed the plate on her lap, pressing a kiss on the side of her head in process

"so...how is my gorgeous girlfriend doing today ?" he grinned, making her chuckle

"What did you do?" she said with a mouth full of pancakes

"other than breaking an egg on the floor and almost burning your pancakes? nothing" he shrugged, the grin still plastered on his face

"aren't you supposed to be at training anyways?" she asked, taking a sip of her juice

"it was cancelled" he laid back down on the bed, turning his head to look at her

"and what's with the breakfast anyways?" she stuffed her face with pancakes, hummed in satisfaction making Eric chuckle

"just felt like spoiling my girl" he shrugged making her look at him with an amused look

"oh did you?" she teased, making him turn red

"yeah yeah. just felt like making some delicious breakfast for my delicious girl" he said with a smirk, making y/n burst out of laughter

"is this what you call flirting?" she asked, still alughing at his attempt

"you fell for it the first time, though." he pointed out making y/n nod

"yes I did. don't make me regret it though" she put a warning finger in his face

"you will not. and I wouldn't let you anyways" he leaned in closer to her face

"I know you wouldn't" she mumbled before leaning in too, closing the small distance between them

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