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delimeats-000 · 6 months

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losing v to matt

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summary: check the request

warning: smut, language

pairing: matt sturniolo x reader

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“truth or dare?” matt says pulling a card from the deck to ask his next question.

“truth.” i whisper in the dark of matts room, the only light being the laptop in front of us.

“how old were you when you lost your virginity?”, he chuckles in a low tone.

i shine him an awkward smile, before picking up his root beer to take a sip “uhhh, that information is not yet available.”

“what?” he whisper yells, eyes blown wide.

“i just haven’t had a connection with someone like that.”

“fair.” he shrugs.

i feel weird so i try to explain. “it’s not like i don’t want to, like if i met the right guy who respects and genuinely likes me then yknow hop in my pants but i haven’t found that person i mean i found you but like you dont like me like that although i wouldn’t be opposed if you wanted to-”

he cuts me off with a kiss.

he pulls away slowly, “sorry.” i lean in kissing him again.

“wait, are you ok with this?” i pull away looking back and forth between his eyes for any sign of uncomfort.

“yes, i really really want this.”

we kiss once more, the deeper it gets the more he pulls me in. one hand on my cheek and another on my waist he pulls me to sit in his lap. i wrap both arms around his neck, pulling him into me.

pressed up against eachother, he begins kissing down my neck. shuddering under his touch i let out an unintentional moan.

“shit. dont do that, gonna make me hard.”

i grab his face and have him look me in the eyes. “what if that’s what i want?”

he flips us both over, on top of me he pecks my lips before asking, “are you sure?”

i nod my head.

“use your words, beautiful.”

“matt, please. take my virginity.”

“yes ma’am, you gotta be quiet though ok? dont want nick and chris to know im in here fucking you.”

he takes off his shirt and asks my to slide my pants off aswell. moving down the bed he runs his hands down both sides of me. they glide down to my lace underwear and he kisses my pantie line. he hooks his fingers under the waist band pulling them down and off completely.

“im gonna make you feel good, ok?”

“yes matt please.”

“good job, using your words.”

he spreads my legs and smiles, “so pretty.” his thumb comes up to my clit, rubbing in circles and at a slow pace.

“fuck, matt. i want you inside me, please.”

“gonna stretch you out first, sweetheart. just be patient.”

all these pet names are killing me, i know he knows by the way i squirm under him with every name he groans out.

he runs a single finger down my folds and gets it wet before sticking it inside of me. his finger does circles inside me. i moan, at the new sensation if his long slender finger in me.

with one more moan he adds another finger scissoring and curling them slowly.

“matt, fuck- im ready please”

“are you sure baby?”

“yes matt please, fuck me”

“anything for you, pretty girl.”

i let out a long whine at the loss of his fingers, he pulls his pants down along with his boxers.

kissing me softly he lines himself up with my entrance, he gently pushes in stopping when his tip in inside me.

“FUCK!! fuck- matt”

“shh shh, i know princess. we have to be quiet remember?”

“yes, sorry matt”

“dont apologize baby, it’s ok.”

he stays still for a moment longer let pushes himself into me completely without warning.

i cover my mouth to not let out any noise. “good girl. so proud of you.”

not wanting to waste anymore time i ask him to move. he slowly thrusts into me. the pace is agonizingly slow, i need more.

“matt faster, please.” i whine.

he speeds up now pounding into me holding my right hand in his and with the other he presses down on my lower stomach.

“doing so good baby, you look so pretty taking me like this.”

“fuck ma- matt i think im cumming.”

i feel myself come undone all over him. “good girl, cum for me baby.”

and with that i completely release everything i have onto his cock, im a moaning mess as we ride out my high. he pulls out and with the loss of his dick inside of me i feel empty, he begins stroking his length getting himself off the the sight of me fucked stupid in front of him. he cums all over my stomach, the warm white ribbons burn into my skin.

he leans over and kisses me, “you did so good for me. lets get you cleaned up now yeah, princess?”

“yes, please.”

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i really like this one, love you 🫶🏼

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #fanfics #requests are open #reader insert #i love mattew sturniolo #matthew sturniolo is hot #matt sturniolo x you #matthew bernard sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo smut #x y/n smut

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punchby127 · 1 year

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Just One More

Johnny Suh x F!Reader

minors DNI

800ish words of filth

Dom Johnny, sub reader, edging, fingering, light spanking

Your husband loves making you lose your mind.

“You can give me one more, can’t you? Just one more, pretty girl,” Johnny murmurs, his full lips pressed against your temple as his fingers trace over your swollen clit. You watch the movement through the mirror in front of you, legs spread over his thighs as you rest against his chest.

“Johnny, I-” you start.

His free hand slides up to your neck, gripping it lightly. “Johnny?” He asks, his voice low and dangerous.

“S-Sir,” you correct yourself quickly. “Sir, I c-can’t.”

“You can,” Johnny says, and you know he’s right. If you truly couldn’t, you would’ve used your safe word, but you only watch as he pushes two fingers into you slowly for what feels like the thousandth time.

He’s going so slow, scissoring his fingers as if he’s stretching you out, as if he hasn’t been edging you for the last hour. Your head falls back on his shoulder, your eyes rolling back as he finds that sweet spot, but all of a sudden his hand tightens on your neck.

“Did I say you could look away?”

“No, Sir,” you reply quickly, your voice raspy. You lift your head up to meet his eyes in the mirror, and he smiles.

“That’s my good girl,” Johnny whispers, pressing his lips against your shoulder. “Keep this up, and maybe I’ll even fuck you.”

Your breath hitches at the thought. Your husband rarely gives in when you’ve been a tease, preferring to edge you until you’re sobbing and then making you get off with your own fingers as he fucks your mouth, so it seems like he’s in a generous mood. It’s a little surprising, given that you spent the entirety of the evening teasing him at a friend’s birthday party, but you’re not going to complain.

He adds a third finger and begins moving faster, his thumb reaching up to your clit and destroying your train of thought. As he starts rubbing with the pad of his thumb, you clench around his fingers and you feel his smirk against your skin.

“Sir, p-please, please I’m so close,” you pant.

“Yeah?” He breathes, speeding his fingers up until you’re practically writhing in his lap, his hand on your neck being the only thing keeping you still. “Look at you, such a pretty little slut, making a mess all over my hand.”

You can feel yourself nearing the edge, your vision starting to blur, profanities and pleas spilling from your mouth-

“No!” You exclaim as he pulls his fingers away. However, before you can say anything else, he pushes you forward off of his lap.

“Hands and knees, now,” he growls, and you scramble to comply. Your legs shake with anticipation as you watch him push his pants and boxers down in the mirror.

You close your eyes, waiting for the delicious stretch of his dick pushing into you, but a hand grips your hair and yanks your head up.

“What part of ‘keep your eyes on the fucking mirror’ aren’t you getting, Y/N? You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

You nod desperately. “Yes, please Sir, fuck me,” you mewl, immediately lifting your gaze to meet his. His eyes are dark and glazed over with both lust and frustration, but he smirks as he rubs the tip of his cock up and down over your slit.

“Then watch,” he commands, before he pushes into you hard and fast, making you collapse forward, your chest pressing against the bed. Your eyes stay on the mirror as he pauses for a moment, a deep groan escaping his lips as he adjusts to the feeling of your hot, wet cunt around him. “Fuck, baby. Like you were fucking made for me.”

“Please Sir, need more,” you whine, trying to move back against him. He smiles at you through the mirror before he starts moving, setting an unforgiving pace that has you seeing stars. His hands move from your hips to your ass, squeezing the ample flesh before he delivers a hard slap that makes your core clench.

“Yeah? You like that, don't you, slut?” He growls, smacking the other cheek as you whimper and move back against his rough thrusts.

You nod desperately, trying to keep your gaze on the mirror even as your eyes roll back from the pleasure. “Y-yes Sir, I’m so- fuck, please, can I cum?”

He doesn't answer, his hips moving faster until you're teetering on the precipice, your breath coming in short gasps and your eyes going hazy.

And then he stops, flipping you over before you can react. “No, no! I was so close, Sir,” you sob, but he just smiles at you and pushes back into your swollen cunt slowly.

“It’s okay baby, I promise I’ll let you cum soon… but you can give me one more, can't you?”

#sorry he just makes me kinda insane so i churned this out in between some other stuff.#johnny suh smut #nct 127 smut #nct smut #johnny smut

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iwannabangchan · 1 year

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안녕! I really like your blog, and a personal fav is “Sweet” (Hyunjin bias here) !! Anyways I saw your requests are open and I’d like to request sneaky late night phone s*x with him pleaseee !! xx

His and Hers

Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem reader

Word count: 0.9k

Content Warnings: Smut (minors dni); Mutual masturbation (F+M); Established relationship; Phone sex (thats pretty much it lol)

A/N: 안녕! 질문 보내주셔서 정말 감사합니당~ ^-^ How u guys doin’? Hope you’re well! This is just a quick piece I wrote at 3am before going to college that same morning, so if it’s sorta crappy I’m very sorry lol. Also, I hope you like the little audio, I thought it sounded like him so I just threw it in to add some sparkle :D (you gotta follow to hear it!)

Anyways, pls feel free to send in a request, or just a message (I like chatting to u guys :P) Lots of love,

~ ♥ Li ♥

*Ring Ring*

“Hello?” you croaked, squinting your eyes from the bright light of your phone.

“Did I wake you? I'm sorry, baby”

“No worries,” you yawned, finally zoning into reality. “What's up?”

“ I just miss you...”

“I miss you too, so much”

“Tell me, baby, what are you wearing right now?”

You chuckled at his forwardness, “ Your shirt, why?” you answered, running your hand down the soft fabric of the oversized shirt he left in your apartment.

“I'm intrigued. What else?”

“Laced panties”, you replied, trailing your finger lower, “The ones you bought me. Your favorite.”

He bit his lip and palmed his semi-hard cock. “God, you're such a tease-”

“What! How?”, you giggled, “I did nothing.”

“Maybe I'll fuck you in them while the members are home, what do you think about that?”

“Are you for real?”, you asked, trying to stifle your laughter to not be heard by your roommates.

“Seriously, I miss your taste,” he said slowly stroking his bulge. “I wish I could be with you right now. Kiss you, touch you… bury my face between your legs.” He leaned back and slipped his hand through the waistband as raunchy sex flashbacks raced in his mind. Particularly, the moment he met your teary-eyed gaze, while he worked magic on your heat with his tongue; your fucked out expression as your eyes struggled to gain their focus was permanently engraved in his mind.

You rid yourself of his shirt, your nipples hardened at the sudden contact with the cold air. You closed your eyes and massaged your breasts imagining that it was him touching you so gently. “And don't even get me started on your dick,” you began, “remember when I sucked you so good you came 3 times in a row?”

“I really need that again.” he shuddered, stroking his dick faster as his breaths got heavier. “I need to kiss you so bad. I've been thinking about it all week. Are you touching yourself?”

"Mhmm, wanna hear?” you lowered the phone in between your legs and dipped a finger into your soaked cunt to let him hear the squelches as you fingered yourself.

“Fuck, you’re that wet for me?” he groaned lowly, and just like that Hyunjin slid his sweatpants completely off, cock springing free.

Your eyes rolled back at the thought of him stretching you out again and pounding into you relentlessly.

“Please cum with me!” your legs began to shake as your moans got raspier and you felt your high sneakily approaching. You both increased the pace, both desperate to reach the peak of your self-pleasure. “Ah! Hyunjin, I'm so close,”

“Fuck. Me too, Y/N” Hyunjin’s groans increased on the other end of the phone from hearing your breaths and the sweet squelches of your sopping pussy, pushing him to pump his dick faster in his fist, towards the release he craved and deserved.

He called out your name as he ejaculated, white cum squirting onto his clenched thighs and dripping down the back of his hand. His ragged heaving breaths eventually stilled, uniting you both to a brief silence.

“Hyunjin, you made me make a mess in my underwear.” you giggled “ Maybe I'll give you these ones to add to your collection. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

“Who said I have a collection??”

“You really thought I didn't notice?”

You both let out weak laughter, not having the energy to even tease each other.

“Mmh, baby I want you right now.” he sighed, “come over, and let me sneak you in by the back door.”

“I'm on my way.”

♥ Thank you for reading ♥

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year

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sticky situation~

warnings: smut, creampies, mentions of cum, overstimulation, multiple fandom, hickies, slight subspace, Agedup! characters

a/n: this is just a fun little thing I wanted to try out. Also the art isn't mine, but where do people find those sexy manga panels? I don't want anything too suggestive, but it would be nice for a multifandom post like this. There will be a part 2. I wanna tag @beneathstarryskies for helping me with this one.

fandoms: Naruto, DBZ, JJK, Castlevania, DMC, Demon Slayer, FF7/Crisis Core, Ranma 1/2, Chainsaw man

His lips are on your neck, nipping at the tender flesh there. He intends to leave a mark on you, But he finds himself faltering as the way your walls flutter around him for the umpteenth time sends him close to another mind blowing orgasm. He whines, a sound not uncommon to grace your ears. It makes you moan in response, and your walls clench around him again. Another nip at your neck, and this time he sinks his teeth in a little more to try to ground himself.

“S’too good,” he lets out between breaths. “Stop it,”

You giggle again, and he swears he’s fucking the devil right now. You’re too damn fucking sexy for your own good, and you make him go crazy whenever you fuck like this. It’s been a few hours and the bed is definitely wet and sticky with your mixed juices. How you haven’t been completely fucked out this whole time is a mystery to him. He’s just not able to really hold on for long periods of time, and he just keeps cumming in your pussy.

Your labia is all puffy and red, and you’re absolutely leaking his seed. It started as a slow dribble, coating his red cock, and then it smears all over your labia and his pelvic area. It’s so sticky and wet, and only adding to the lust and arousal you both are feeling right now. Strings of your mixed juices keep you connected, stretching slightly with every shaky thrust he takes.

“Y’gonna make me cum,” he whines once more, and you know he isn’t lying.

“Cum for me, my sweet baby.”

Your voice is so mocking, and he rolls his eyes back in pleasure. It’s too much for him to take at this point. Another pitiful mewl falls from his lips, and his hips begin snapping harder and faster as the pleasure begins to build. His pace only gets harder and faster, and those pitiful noises he makes just add to the ferality of this situation. Your walls clench around him purposefully, making him cry out.

“Fuck yes! I’m cumming! Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

Shot after shot of hot, sticky cum pumps into your cunt, rendering it into an even bigger mess than before. You cling to him, and you moan along with him. It’s all just making his brain melt, and after he comes down from his high, he slumps against you and takes one of your nipples into his mouth for comfort and grounding.

“What a good boy you are,” you praise him, and it makes him blush. A soft huff falls from his lip, but he doesn’t move from his position.

Finally, you managed to get him overstimulated.

dante, nero, alucard, hector, kyojuro, giyu, tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu, naruto, itachi, gohan, zack, cloud, megumi, denji, ryoga

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theladyofbloodshed · 2 years

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Shall we try an interesting idea?

Nesta giving birth to triplets!!!

All the babies have wings. They are two boys with Nesta's blue eyes and Cassian's hair, they look just like their daddy. And one girl looks like her mommy with the same hair and skin tone, but with Cassian's hazel eyes, and she also has freckles like her aunt Feyre.

I would love to see all this craziness!!! It's very happy, but messy as every teins birth should be. Maybe they should born in an unexpected place? like a forest or a lake?Just to add more tension 🤣

This was fun to write. Instead of being a weepy mess like in my last Nessian pregnancy, I've written Nesta as an irritable dragon! Contains labour/birth.

‘Are you sure?’

Nesta sucked in a long breath. Most females that she had met had turned into soppy messes with pregnancy hormones. Not her. No, Nesta had turned into a fire breathing dragon. ‘For the twelfth time today, yes, I am sure.’

Cassian had gotten better at hiding his winces each time she snarled at him, or to turn before he rolled his eyes when she went on a tirade at the way he’d folded a pillow case. Today, it was whether she was capable of taking a slow walk around a shallow lake in Illyria.

Still, he gave her a concerned look.

‘I wouldn’t have suggested it if I couldn’t manage it,’ she snapped.

Baby number one had decided to kick her in the spine throughout the night. Baby number one had been planned. Baby number two had been a surprise. Nesta had nearly passed out when Madja said, full of delight, that there was another. And then another. Three babies. Cassian had passed out. Like a stone monolith, he’d keeled over on the spot and gashed open the side of his head. Nobody let him live it down.

Cassian’s arm came around her, guiding her down the steps of their home in Illyria. She had decided to have the children there. It was peaceful and beautiful. Somehow that would seep into the labour, she imagined. The others had warned against it. That she’d want to be in Velaris with access to more healers and shops. Nesta had shot them all down; Cassian had known to stay silent.

Feyre had folded her arms and sighed, ‘If it was me-’

‘It’s not. It’s me who will be pushing three gigantic babies out of my vagina so I get to decide the exact location of the event.’

The males in the room had turned red. All of them. Rhysand still could not look her in the eye and Azriel found reasons to leave the room when Nesta was present.

Nesta waddled for a little while then needed a rest against a rock. Placing two hands on her hips, she groaned and stretched her back.

‘Do you have back ache? Should we go back? Should I fetch Madja?’ Cassian’s eyes were wide.

Do not set him on fire, she told herself. ‘I’ve had back ache since month four, Cassian.’

Nesta declined to tell him that the ache had steadily been worsening for the last couple of days. It was a dull ache above her pelvis, made worse by the fact that no position was comfortable. Cassian settled his hand on her bump and stroked it. It was difficult to be cross with him when he was this tender.

‘Be nice to your mother,’ he warned.

He helped her to her feet. Nesta laced her arm with her mate’s as they moved at a snail’s pace around the curve of the lake. Her feet had swollen so badly that she had taken to wearing Cassian’s shoes. Along with his clothes. Yet even they were becoming too tight around her enormous bump. It was no good. She had to free her arm from him to support the weight of it.

‘We should turn back,’ Cassian said.

None could fault him during the pregnancy; he’d been loving and attentive. His attentiveness had shifted to worry though and it was non-stop. If she had the hiccups, he was flying to Madja. Nesta craved liquorice and he was searching books to discover what it meant, could she eat it, would it harm the baby. He had once asked her if she had been practising her pelvic floor exercises and she’d nearly torn his head off.

‘I want to go a little further.’

The path snaked towards the pine trees that covered the side of the mountain like a sheet. For now, it was still late summer so there were no signs of the bitter winds that autumn brought or the unrelenting snow of winter. Being pregnant during summer was insufferable. She’d skipped out on a trip to the Summer Court when the others went so that she did not melt into a puddle. On the whole, pregnancy had been fine. Or as fine as it could be carrying triplets. She suffered little from morning sickness, all three had been growing well. There had never been any causes of concern and she’d never had any panicked moments of doubt. Three would be chaos, but their lives always were chaotic.

They found a log for Nesta to rest on. Cassian’s strong arms eased her down. Although a fae pregnancy lasted ten months, Nesta knew from her time as a mortal that multiple births came earlier. Nobody was able to give her an estimate on her gestation here. Twins were rare enough. Triplets were unheard of. When news had spread that the General of the Night Court was expecting triplets, males shook his hand and congratulated him as if he had done something worthy of the history books rather than bend her over a desk in the library for five minutes of fun. Nesta had told him as much once when she was cross that her fingers had swollen too much to wear her wedding band.

Her mate rubbed her bump in sweeping motions like he was painting. It was his way of calming the kicking. Miraculously, Nesta had made it to thirty-six weeks. Madja had jested that it was sheer willpower on Nesta’s part that kept them inside her womb. Mor had dared to ponder if Nesta’s stomach could grow anymore because she was already massive. Nesta had never seen Cassian move so quickly; he’d launched himself across the room, taking Morrigan down to the floor with him as Nesta blasted a bolt of silver fire at them, singeing the drapes.

‘It hits me sometimes that we’ll have a baby. Our lives are about to change massively.’

Nesta leant her head against his shoulder. ‘Three babies.’

‘Three babies,’ he echoed, kissing her temple. ‘I’m excited to get my mate back. I can’t say I’ve enjoyed leaping out the line of fire for the last nine months.’

Nesta raised her brows incredulously. ‘You really think we will ever have a moment together with three babies? Do you think I will ever let you touch me again after you have done this to me?’

Cassian smiled. The sunlight caught in his hair, turning strands of it molten gold amongst the black. ‘I can never stop touching you. You’re even more beautiful like this. The Mother herself.’

They rose again, plodding slower through the dense undergrowth of pine needles.

‘I cannot wait to see my feet again.’

Nesta felt a popping sensation, painless but detectable. Then a gushing of liquid down her legs. It was incontrollable.

‘Cassian.’

Her mate stopped swiping a stick against the ground and turned. His eyes caught on the trickle of liquid running down Nesta’s legs. Cassian swayed on the spot then promptly fainted.

Nesta managed to lower herself onto the undergrowth. The pain in her lower back grew more intense. She threw a pebble at Cassian, trying to rouse him. He had hit the ground like a felled tree, face first into the mud.

In between contractions, Nesta fumbled on the ground for any twigs or stones to launch at her unconscious mate.

The contractions came more frequently, lasting longer too. The nice, natural birth that Nesta had envisioned in the Illyrian countryside was not meant to be this literal with pine needles stuck to her bare legs. She managed to flick her toes, sending a shoe bouncing off of Cassian’s head. Nesta only hoped her babies did not have their father’s large head.

A murmuring came from him as he pushed off the ground.

‘Thank you for joining us,’ she hissed.

‘You’re in labour!’

‘You don’t say!’

Cassian swallowed. His body began rocking again unsteadily. ‘I’ll go and get Madja.’

Silver fire rimmed her eyes. ‘Don’t you dare leave me in these woods alone. I am having your children.’

‘Right. Of course. What should I do?’

Nesta gritted her teeth through a contraction. She would suffer through this pain only once to produce three children. That was the silver lining through all of it. ‘Believe it or not, this is my first-time giving birth. My god, why is it so painful?’

A strong hand tilted her forwards, massaging her lower back. Despite her irritation, Nesta was flooded with thankfulness as Cassian settled beside her. He scraped her sweaty hair from her forehead.

‘I need to fly you.’

‘The babies are coming,’ she whimpered.

‘To the cabin.’

It was the most undignified flight they had ever managed. He had somehow managed to lift her in a squat position to carry her, but they only hovered a foot off the ground. They hadn’t made it all the way back to the cabin when Nesta begged him to put her down. Carefully, he set her down on the rough heather. Nesta went down to her knees. She needed to push. Had to push.

Cassian’s eyes had glazed. She wasn’t sure if he was about to faint again.

‘I need to push,’ she groaned, fighting through another contraction.

‘Rhys is on his way.’

Nesta let out a growl as the pain rocked her body. ‘Not him.’

Three figures appeared on the horizon. One was tall and lean, the other two carried large bags. Cassian’s hand was well and truly being squeezed as Nesta began pushing. She couldn’t fight it any longer. Instinct took over with every peak of pain.

She was only vaguely aware of Rhys and Madja’s arrival. Vaguely aware of Madja’s assistant checking her pulse. Vaguely aware of snarling at Rhys to stay near her head. An unbelievable pressure bore down on her as she gave a strong push.

A cry rang out.

Euphoria like Nesta had never known flooded her body as Madja lifted the baby onto her chest. He was so small, so perfect. There was a crop of dark hair on his head and a set of wings tucked against his back, ready to unfurl.

The urge to push struck again. The assistant saw to their first child with Rhys watching on while Nesta began pushing again. She risked a glance to Cassian. His face with wet with tears, but remarkably green in tone.

‘Don’t you dare faint again,’ Nesta warned him. She gripped his hand tighter as another contraction burnt her body.

‘Are you ready to push?’

Nesta shot Madja a glare that could have struck her dead. All she wanted to do was push and get this pain over with.

The healer’s hands pressed against her abdomen. A crease furrowed her brow.

‘What is it?’

‘Their wing is stuck. Do not push.’

‘But I need to push,’ Nesta grunted.

She was trying to override her body’s evolutionary instinct while Madja tried to turn the babe in her womb. It was agony.

As soon as Madja gave the signal, Nesta pushed and pushed and pushed until she heard another cry.

Exhausted, she collapsed back against Cassian’s chest. Their second child – a girl with blonde hair – was handed to her. She stopped crying quickly. Nesta hardly dared to breathe. Then her eyes snagged on the twisted set of wings.

‘Her wings.’

Cassian’s finger seemed gigantic as it brushed against their daughter’s brow. ‘They’ll rectify themselves. It can happen with babies. She won’t have any issues flying.’

When it came to push again, Nesta’s body was weak. The high of birthing two children had swelled within then plummeted. She wanted to close her eyes and rest but that dull pain had started up in her pelvis.

‘I’m so tired,’ she whispered to Cassian, nuzzling against his neck.

He stayed behind her, hands clasped within her own. The sun shone above them, bathing Illyria in warmth. His lips kissed the nape of her neck. All of her was drenched with sweat. Her legs were slick with blood. Rhysand was sat on the dusty path, both babies asleep in his arms. Nesta would cry if they were taken inside. She couldn’t be apart from them.

‘Nesta, you need to push.’

‘I’m so tired,’ she repeated, body resting against Cassian’s.

His hands squeezed hers. ‘Where’s my iron-willed mate? A few more pushes, sweetheart. You’ve got this.’

Madja’s assistant pressed a damp cloth to her forehead and Rhysand’s magic wrapped around her body, cooling her skin.

It took everything she had to birth the last child, but eventually another little boy was placed in her arms. His cry made her cry. Then her tears refused to ebb. Cassian kissed his mate, face shining with pride.

***

They had been inundated with guests and gifts. Nesta had originally thought that she wouldn’t want a moment alone from her children, but she was glad for the extra hands. Everybody had advised her to sleep when baby sleeps; it would take a miracle for them all to sleep at the same time. More often, her and Cassian walked around the house in bleary eyed exhaustion. Elain had taken the spare bedroom for the time being. She was uncertain with a baby, but her help with tackling the mountain of washing or cooking for them was invaluable.

‘Which one can I hold?’ Mor asked, peering at the two crying in Cassian’s arms.

‘Both of them! All of them.’

Uncle Azriel seemed to have the magic touch. In his arms, the babies fell asleep instantly. While everybody else trod on eggshells, scared to make any noise if a baby was asleep, Azriel had one scooped up in his arm and would continue talking or reading reports with Cassian without the baby stirring at all. Nesta even debated crawling into his arms for some much-needed sleep.

The babies themselves were still nameless. They had girl baby and loud boy and quiet boy. Cassian and Nesta could not settle on a name they both liked, much less three of them. When Helion had visited with lavish gifts, he had recommended one be named after him. Girl baby was the only one with any similarity to Nesta; the same skin tone and nose, same golden hair, but her father’s eyes. The boys were their father’s clones. Dark haired, bronze skinned – but, thankfully, her blue eyes. Loud baby – the first born – was the smallest of the three but he certainly made up for it with his racking cry.

Two of them were asleep, tucked up beside each other in a basket. Cassian had nipped out briefly so she was alone with them for the first time. Only quiet boy was still awake, but he remained against her chest, yawning and stretching rather than squawking.

Cassian had crept in through the front door. His face had softened at the sight of them stood beside the window sill.

‘I know I shouldn’t have favourites,’ she whispered as he entered the room. ‘But he never cries. He’s the most well-behaved.’

Quiet boy sneezed. The motion made his tiny wings flutter.

Cassian wrapped his arms around them both. ‘I think we have to keep all three though.’

‘Not when Rhys is around. I have to count them before he leaves.’

Nesta seriously wondered if Rhys was reconsidering his role as high lord. He was obsessed with babies, Feyre had lamented to them. If it wasn’t their triplets, he’d tell her about any baby he had seen that day with a dreamy look in his eyes.

Transporting the triplets anywhere was a military operation to ensure they had everything they needed. Their first evening away from Illyria – where they dined in Velaris – had been a steep learning curve. While Nesta had originally been shy about her body, preferring to go to a separate room to feed them, she had since abandoned any modesty. They were definitely Cassian’s children; they were always hungry. Nobody batted an eyelid any more when Nesta whipped her breast out at the dinner table to feed whichever baby was currently demanding milk. Her lovely mate would feed her while she fed their child.

It was chaos. All of it. But it was bliss too. Children had strengthened her bond with Cassian. They had never been more of a team – especially at bath time. The love that Nesta had for him had transformed into something deeper. When his huge body cradled one of their children, a small, insane voice in her head would whisper that they should have another one day.

#nessian #pregnancy fic #nesta archeron #cassian

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willowfolksong · 2 years

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with your touch, I feel like coming undone

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

- SFW

a/n: here's the second part @sexyandcringe !!! Once again, sorry for the long wait, and I hope you enjoy it!!!

Love,

Willow ☀️

(Requests are currently closed, but I will let you know as soon as they open ☀️)

Part I - Part II

"He wasn't always like that, you know?" Hinata says, smiling at some memory you don't have access to, while seating in front of him on the couch. When he's done revisiting whatever moment between Kageyama and him came to his mind, he shakes his head and pours you some more tea, still smiling slightly "He used to yell at me all the time. Well, we both used to yell a lot to each other"

"I've heard that, yes. From the others" you comment, before sipping some of the hot liquid. It's honey and lemon flavor and it burns your throat just right.

"We kind of still do it" Hinata laughs, and you do too "But it's different now"

"Because now it's a romantic type of yelling?"

He laughs even more and drinks what's left on his own cup in one go, before placing it on the coffee table. "Yeah, I guess. Look, what I'm trying to say is that he wasn't always touchy touchy with me. Those things take time…"

"I've been with Omi for two years already" you deadpan.

"… Or maybe a nice little wake up call that helps him realize he could lose you"

You bite your bottom lip, thinking about the idea of leaving Kiyoomi. Too painful.

"… I don't think I could leave him"

"She's going to leave you, dude" Komori says, munching on some crackers he found on the fridge "You messed up"

"How, exactly?" Kiyoomi asks for the second time, still pacing around the living room. He had tried to keep himself busy after you left, tiding up the house and putting stuff away, but anxiety had ended up winning the battle, and calling Komori had seemed like a good idea when he was almost on the verge of running out of the house to look for you.

"I mean... you've always been kind of cold, but I suppose she finally had enough"

"I'm not cold" Kiyoomi argues, crossing his arms in front of his chest and eyeing his phone on the table. No calls from you. No texts. "The fact that I don't slobber all over her doesn't mean I'm cold"

"Dude, seriously" Komori sighs, stretching his arms above his head before making a little ball out of the crackers wrapper "Do you love her?"

"I do" Kiyoomi answers, without missing a beat.

"Then I don't know...try to win her back? Show her some appreciation" Komori laughs, scratching his chin "Pamper her? Girls like fancy stuff. Actually, me too" he adds in a small voice "I don't know, buy her stuff!"

Kiyoomi sits down slowly on the couch, frowning in concern "I didn't knew I had to win her back... I just thought..."

"I mean, she did left?"

"Yes..."

Komori claps "Then yeah, you need to win her back! Shower her with love!"

You return home when the sun is already setting, and you feel that the look Kageyama was giving you from across the room was one that said 'Please let me enjoy the rest of my day with my boyfriend alone, thanks'. Everything is as quiet as you expected, with the TV off and the only light on the house coming from the open bedroom door. You try to be quiet, leaving your boots by the entrance and tiptoeing into the kitchen to drink some water, thinking that maybe Kiyoomi is taking one of his after practice naps.

You're wrong tho, and the huge pile of shopping bags that cover your bed tells you exactly that. Your boyfriend, in the process of patiently ironing what seems to be a rainbow colored gift wrap, raises his head just in time to see you gape at the mess.

"You're here" he says, carefully putting the iron away and standing up to greet you. He seems unsure, and only takes a couple of steps towards you before stoping short "How are you?"

"Kiyoomi" you say, eyes glued to the bed "What's all this?"

Your boyfriend doesn't at the mess of bags behind him, instead taking another step forward "I was waiting for you"

"And while you were waiting for me did you raid a department store?"

"Oh" only then he glances back only for a second "Yes, this is for you"

"All this? Are you crazy?" you ask, coming closer to the bags, and taking the most small one you can find in your hands.

It's from Channel.

It's an actual Channel little bag.

You put it back where you found it - next to the Dior one, you realize in horror, before turning around, only to crash into your boyfriend's arms.

"I'm sorry" Kiyoomi whispers in your ear, his arms bringing you impossibly close to him "I'm so sorry"

"Omi..."

"I love you. I don't really understand what you want me to do, but I can try if you tell me" he whispers, and buries his face in your neck as soon as your arms snake slowly around his waist.

You have to stand on your tiptoes to keep up, but you don't care "I...yeah..." you laugh, a watery bubbling sound, because you're suddenly getting emotional "Omi, we need to talk about your ways of showing affection, yeah. I didn't thought it would mess with me so much that you don't show your feelings as much as I do, but it kind of does"

Kiyoomi takes a step back, releasing you from his warm embrace, but keeping both of his hands on your shoulders "Have you been unhappy all this time?"

"No! Of course not!" you quickly correct him, moving to cup his cheeks. "Omi, I'm happy with you. Very much so. That's why I...kind of want more, if that makes sense?"

"If only you ask..."

You shake your head "It has to come from you"

"I can't be like Hinata" Kiyoomi warns you, looking comically torn, but you laugh again and kiss him on the lips.

"That's not what I'm asking..."

"Fine"

"Let's just...talk about it later? Maybe tomorrow?"

"You won't leave again?" he asks, and the hope in his voice is enough to make you hug him again.

That is what you want. The intimate, warm touch of your boyfriend.

"I won't" you answer, and he hums against your hair, his arms coming to surround you once more "But Omi?"

"Yes?"

"Seriously" you say, opening one eye to peek at the mountain of shoping bags "What's with all the bags?"

"Komori said to buy you stuff"

You sigh, and decide that maybe it's a good time to show your boyfriend how much you really appreciate some cuddles on the couch from time to time.

Hinata is whispering something in Kageyama's ear that makes the setter blush, and you smile and twirl your fork around, trying to get as much pasta from your plate as you can. That is, until your boyfriend taps your left hand and you look up to find him staring at you.

Komori himself will have to help you return everything later.

"That's my napkin" he says, unbothered by the giggles in front of him "Did you use it?"

"I did, I'm sorry Omi"

He sighs, and takes the piece of white cloth from under your fingers to carefully wipe the corner of your mouth, before tucking a strand of lose hair behind your ear. A simple gesture like that, is enough to leave your face burning.

Maybe, after many talks, your honeymoon phase has finally come. Two years late, but who's counting?

"Don't do that again tho" Kiyoomi chastises you.

And Kiyoomi will still be Kiyoomi.

#sakusa kiyoomi x reader #kiyoomi fluff #kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kyoomi x reader #msby sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi x you #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu!!#hq sakusa #haikyuu reader insert

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the-californicationist · 7 months

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he dreams of blueberries

This is a nasty little drabble tribute to "i wonder how many days i'll bleed" by thethingsthatimake because it is the most amazing Price fic I've ever freaking read.

Swing by and check out my unhinged WIP, "Gunslinger" if you're looking for yet another Price fic to add to your reading list.

MDNI, 18+, etc. Please do not reproduce or translate this work.

You awoke to a strange sensation. You were deeply aroused, wet between your legs, slipping against something. Price was moving his body on yours, kissing down your back, and one of his thick fingers played inside of you ever so gently, dipping in and out of your stickiness like the soft nose of a horse dips into a lake to drink from it, just deep enough to break the surface tension. You moaned, confused, looking over your shoulder to face him, your morning voice low and uneven,

“John?”

“Can I come back inside?”

His morning voice, on the other hand, was threatening. The usual gravel and depth he spoke with was richer, lower, and impossibly dark. His tone alone made your body flush with heat. You felt his cock press against your ass cheek then, hard and drooling, starving for you. Coming to his rescue, you repositioned your hips so that he could slip himself in. The passionate sigh of relief you received from his open mouth was enough to send sparks directly to your core, lighting a fire he’d been busy building while you were fast asleep.

He talked to you the entire time he moved inside of you. Unfiltered, unbridled honesty,

“Been dreamin about ya, love.”

The slow, even thrusts that he was making with his fat cock sounded like heavy footsteps splashing through puddles, slapping and rippling. The slick noises compounded your pleasure.

“Dreamt about chasing you, in the woods, running after you so fast, catchin’ up quick. I could see - ah,” he thrust harder, biting your shoulder gently before releasing you from his jaws to continue his monologue, “Could see your hair flash behind the trees. Could see you, naked, barefooted, sprinting, those strong legs...”

Price was fucking himself into you with a strength you’d not yet had the opportunity to experience. As the little spoon in this position, you could feel all of the corded muscle he was using to crush himself into you, tensing and stretching, pulling and pushing, up and down in an undulating, steady pattern. You were going to come - he was going to make you come - and you didn’t even have time to warn him about it.

He felt your orgasm hit him in waves, but he didn’t break his pacing. Price threw his body into your pleasure, keeping up with his rhythm as you squeezed the life out of his shaft. He turned his head into your hair, burying his face in its warmth, eyes wrenching shut, concentrating fully on regaining control before continuing his confessionals, speaking so very slowly,

“Caught you. Grabbed you 'round the waist, pushed you down in the grass. There were rotten blueberries all over, staining us purple. Your smile, ah fuck, so sweet. So damned sweet to me. And I filled you up in the bloody clearing, so full of my come. Messy…oh, my God,” he pushed your leg up toward your chest and discovered a deeper angle, still holding onto his desire tightly, like a rope around a bucking bull.

“Smeared your pretty face with my come, with the blueberries in the field. With grass. Leaves. In your hair. Mud. Dirt. Covered. Purple,” he became distracted, his sentences turning into phrases, turning into words, turning into moans.

“You wanna make a mess in me, daddy?” You gasped, trying to give him what he needed from you, joining him in celebrating his dream, imagining the glory of being covered in his delicious filth.

He whined, grunting through clenched teeth,

“Mm, yes, love, I do. I do.”

#captain john price #cod #call of duty headcanons #fic rec #mw2 fanfic #drabble #john price #captain price #cod mw2 #cod mwii

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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okay but charles wearing a red plaid mini skirt and a white crop top and demanding to be fucked in it?

he'd just have you come over to the room, and he'd be there sitting and looking pretty in his cute little skirt, like a 3-course meal (and he is but), while you stand there taking the sight in. it's a shocker, but he looks stunning, makes you want to rail the shit out of him.

you'd approach him slowly, position yourself behind him as he lifts up his ass for you to slide your legs under it, so he's basically reverse cowgirl on you. you take a little while to admire him, the skirt covering absolutely nothing. he has pretty red lace panties on to match his skirt, and you run your hands up his ass and you give it a slap. charles jolts forward, quietly whimpering, but it doesn't go unnoticed by you.

you push him forwards with one of your hands on his ass, so now his on all fours. you run your hands up his waist and back down, taking off his lace panties. you grab his cock and slowly start stroking it while you lean over him, your chest pressed against his back, whispering praises in his ear. he whines softly, biting his bottom lip as he gets close to his high. you've been here before, and you know how his body reacts when he's close. he whimpers, and at that moment you let go of his cock, denying his orgasm.

he whines as you go fetch your strap. you gently lay charles down on his back, watch how his skirt fans over the bedsheets, lifting up even further up his body. you slowly work a finger in him to stretch him out a bit, until he asks you to please, fuck him.

and yep, so you do. you gently push into him, the tip of the strap barely in, as he moves his hands from his sides to his shoulders with a moan at a concerningly fast pace. his knees are bent, and you grab one of his thighs and push his leg up to his chest, doing the same with his other one.

you speed your thrusts up a bit, and by now charles is clawing his nails into the skin of your arms and shoulders. by the end, your back is going to be all red.

as you hit his prostate, he cries out, a loud "mommy!" leaving his mouth. "it's okay, cha, mommy's gonna take care of you, hm? gonna make you feel so good." and he smiles lazily, replying with a "mommy's so good to me." which simply makes you smile, and rub your nose against his. you move your lips to his pretty nose, his nose scrunching when you kiss it.

you speed up more and more, until charles is shaking beneath you, breathing heavily with red cheeks and swollen lips. "mommy- mommy, please! 'm gonna cum, can i cum? please mommy!" he says, panicking a bit for no reason at all. you're quick to shush him and his mind, kissing his forehead and then his cheek, saying "sh, sh, it's okay, charles. you can let go, mommy's got you."

and he swears he can feel a tear fall down his cheek. not from being overwhelmed, but of happiness. luck. you kiss his tears away as he cums with a whimper, making a mess all over his skirt. he's all out of breath, taking a look st his cum-stained skirt. he sighs, and throws his head back on the pillow.

you pull out of him, kissing his cheek and asking him "baby, you okay?" and he just mumbles an mhm, continuing to speak "i'm just so lucky to have you. i really, really love you, mommy." and you smile at him, kissing his forehead, running your hand through his hair. "mommy loves you too."

you quickly kiss his lips before leaving to get some stuff to clean charles up. he just looks at you walking through the room, smiling and sighing, before saying: "mommy's got me."

- 📓

Oh my fucking god 📓. I can’t even… how what… I am in shock. I am staring at the wall for six hours. Oh my god. I’m gonna try to add some coherent thoughts to this but it’s gonna be difficult because it’s already a fucking masterpiece.

So let’s think for a moment about Charles choosing his outfit for this?

He was just laying in bed when he got horny, and then he immediately got annoyed cause you’re in the living room instead of in bed with him and that’s unacceptable. How dare you be in a different room? And now he’s horny! No!

He’s about to call you, when he remembers the few extra items he bought during his last online shopping spree that he’s never gotten a chance to show you.

And well… he really just wants to get fucked hard by his mommy and taken care of. That’s it. So he thinks the outfit is the best way to do it.

And he just feels so pretty!! In his cute little plaid skirt and white crop top. He does a few twirls just cause he loves the feeling of the skirt.

He’s so ready to show his mommy!! He knows for certain the outfit will get hm fucked nice and hard.

And fuck he looks so good when you walk into the bedroom, siting on the bed like a good boy in his cute outfit, doing everything in his power to get fucked hard.

“Well aren’t you a pretty thing,” you tell him, walking forward to kiss him.

And Charles nods, smiling wide. Because yes!! This is exactly what he wanted!!

His mommy takes the best care of him, opening him up perfectly and then fucking him so nicely. He doesn’t have to do a single thing except take it and be a good boy.

“Mommy….” He moans, “feels so good mommy.”

He’s such a wreck, whining mommy as you fuck him in the way you know he likes.

And when you bend his legs to his chest, he just absolutely loses it.

“Mommy!!!” He squeals, head falling back onto the pillow because the angle change made everything so much more intense.

And his little skirt is rubbing against his cock with every thrust and you’re holding him tight and kissing his cheek and nose between thrusts and he’s just losing his little mind.

He cums so hard, making a complete mess of his pretty little skirt. But that’s okay, good boys are allowed to be messy sometimes.

He’s so dick drunk when it’s finished, just babbling about how good it was and how amazing he felt while you clean him, whining when you take off his skirt cause he wants to feel pretty!!

“You’re always pretty,” you reassure him, “but how about I give you one my sweatshirts instead? Yeah? One of my sweatshirts and some nice cotton panties? You’ll look very pretty, I promise.”

(He always looks pretty, but you need him to let you take the skirt so that you can wash it)

Charles nods at your suggestion. That’s perfect! He’ll definitely still be pretty in his mommy’s clothes.

“Take such good care of me, mommy,” he says when he’s all dressed, climbing back into bed for cuddles.

#kinktober tag #nsfw.#sub!charles #cl #f!reader #📓#👗

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 2 years

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ummm, can I request Beel with an s/o that has a size kink 🥵

warnings - manhandling, choking mention, g/n reader

There's always a slight shudder running through your smaller form when Beelzebub towers over you. Usually the action is unintentional on his part, for instance, noticing you struggling to reach something on a high shelf, pressing his body behind yours and simply reaching up for you to place the item in question in your hands. He seemed to be completely unaware of the impact the simple action had on you, making your heart race and your blood run hot.

"Here you go," his small smile as he left you alone in the kitchen trying to compose yourself is proof enough of his lack of awareness. There are plenty of other instances you can think of off the top of your head, an occasion where you were both running late to RAD, so he just hoisted you over his shoulder claiming that his legs were longer and he could move faster. You made it in time but you had to slip out to the bathroom to get ahold of yourself.

"Your hands are so small." Another time he had been idly comparing how much his hand enveloped your small one. A cute gesture that had you smiling at first, until your mind began to wander about what it would be like if he tried to wrap his hands around your throat. Or how many fingers he could slip inside you before it would be way too much. "Are you okay?" He questioned, still unaware of how much of an effect he had on you, you just simply nodded trying to focus more on what he was saying rather then what you were thinking.

You aren't sure if there was going to be the day when he catches on to what he's doing to you. Until the day does come. You're both sitting on Beel's bed, he's been staring at you in silence for the past five minutes. "Beel are you okay?" Only for your concern to be silenced when both of his hands are being wrapped around your hips to pull you beneath him. His body covering yours, leaning his head down to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"You always smell so good when I do stuff like that," he murmurs into your skin, pressing a kiss where his lips rested.

"Because I like it," is your only reply, it makes him pull away from your neck to look down at you, a light flush to his face at your openness.

"Do you want me to do more?” When you nod at his question, his hands are hastily moving away from your waist, tugging away your clothes, one hand eventually returning to hold you in place, while the other is brushing over your sex. Eventually slipping a finger into your entrance, slowly pushing it inside to the knuckle before pulling it out again. He repeats the motion, holding you still while you writhe and whimper his name, after a while he asks the question, “can I add another?”

“Please,” it’s a weak reply, but one that he responds to with earnest sliding in another finger picking up the pace from his prior thrusting. Occasionally making a scissor motion, that causes you to buck against him and cry out his name. You barely register when he asks to add a third finger, but you still manage to say yes. Another whimper slipping out of you when he adds the next digit, knuckles white as you grip the sheets as he stretches you out, curling them inside of you. You’re a mess by the time you cum against his fingers, panting heavily as he pulls his fingers out of you, so that when you feel the hand against your stomach move away, only for it to grab your knees and push them down.

While with the other he pulls away his clothes so he can press his erect cock against you. You can only manage a whine of his name as you feel its head pushing into your entrance, stretching you further as he presses his hips forward to slip it further inside.

#smut #minors dni #beelzebub #beelzebub x reader #obey me #obey me swd #obey me x reader #om beelzebub #beelzebub om #obey me one master to rule them all #om!#om x reader #beel #beel x reader #beel om #om beel #my writing tag

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midgardian-witch · 8 months

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getting robbie face down ass up n fucking him with a knotted dildo. when hes close to cumming (does not take long at all, probably even came once during prep), you pop the knot in for the first time and he fuckin loses it. screams and cums so hard onto the sheets, some splattering up onto his stomach, quivering and drooling. staying still while he rides out his high with your cock deep inside of him, you start fucking the knot in and out of him over n over n over. pounding into him and hitting so deep. robbie feels like hes going insane, sobs n wails at how fuckin good it feels. the repetitive stretching that it does to his hole reduces him to a begging, crying, beautiful mess under you. just wanna make him cum til hes stupid<3 my babygirl

pls add on i am going insane about him lately

Holy shit, anon 👁️👄👁️

I uh- I'll do my best to add to this under the cut 🥵

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He doesn't know how often you've made him cum already. He simply can't keep count, his head too dizzy when you're filling him to the brim.

"How are you feeling, baby?" your voice is so soft, your gentle words a stark contrast to the dildo stretching him mercilessly.

His mouth hangs open, cheek pressed into the mattress where a puddle of drool has been forming for what feels like hours now. Robbie lets out a strangled groan as you fuck him.

"Hm? What did you say? I didn't quite catch that," you tease. Your grin is audible even to his fucked out mind.

"'s good. Feels g-ooh."

His words turn into a drawn out moan as you thrust into him perticularly hard, your cock hitting so deep inside him he can see stars.

Robbie's moans are the sweetest sound, even after hearing them for most of the night. You'd love to listen to him groan and whimper until the sun rises again but you can feel his legs shaking. It would only be a matter of time until he can't keep his position anymore (to be fair you're surprised he can still keep his ass up after multiple orgasms). One more orgasm wouldn't hurt though.

"You're doing so good, baby. You can give me one more, can't you?"

Robbie can only whine in response, tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.

"One more, baby. I know you can cum for me one more time," you coo. Robbie nods cautiously, willing to try for you, to do anything for you.

Your hands grip his hips harder, holding him in place as you thrust into Robbie at a ruthless pace. Your hips snap against his, skin meeting skin as the knotted dildo pounds into Robbie's abused hole. The knot drags against his sensitive walls, stretching him wide, catching at the rim before pushing in again. You hear him choke on his own saliva, his tears mixing with the drool already caught in the sheets.

His voice is muffled but you're sure he's begging. You slip one hand away from his hips to wrap around his cock and with one tug it's over. Robbie cries out as his orgasm hits him. You can feel his cock throbbing in your hand as he spills his seed all over the sheets. You continue to fuck him through it until he's begging you to stop.

"Pl-please. I can't- no more. Please, no more."

Slowly you slide out of him. Like you've cut the strings off of a puppet Robbie crumbles on the bed as soon as the dildo is fully out. With quick movements you put everything away before laying down next to Robbie.

"You were perfect, baby. Such a good boy," you praise him as you wrap your arms around his naked body. He shudders against your touch before leaning into it, cuddling close to you.

"Y-yeah?"

You hum affirmingly before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder.

"Yes, absolutely perfect."

#robbie paulson #robbie paulson/reader #robbie paulson x reader #ask answered

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melloncreamsoda · 2 years

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Oops silly me , can I request the acrobatic/gymnastics s/o with rook, vil, malleus and floyd

Rook, Vil, Malleus, Floyd with a flexible/gymnast S/O

TW/CW: GN!Reader, crack

extra; HIHI! Thank u for your request mhejrahege i hope u dont mind that i’ve made the reader to a gender neutral one, since i didn’t really find any importance of gender in this piece, it’s really ambiguous but go ahead and imagine it how youd like -w-) anywayyyy thank u for your request heahgehagh i hope you enjoy!! + i feel that it’s rather short… but im wringing my brain dry of any funky ideas to add in

★☆Rook Hunt

Zoo wee mama! Someone so flexible and agile, yet incapable of dodging his arrows of love; don’t you think you need some extra training, no? He enjoys keeping you on your toes, testing your reflexes at the most random times throughout the day – are you really as powerful as you seem to him, in his eyes?

You’re going to have to teach him, train with him to increase his agility. Rook wants to be more nimble in order to watch people with extra efficiency, not that his strange hobby is anything to be looked upon with admiration… However, expect him to use his newfound skill against you at times!

Feeling upset with him and decide to throw a book his way? His abnormal reflexes combined with his newfound agility would be able to dodge, catch and perhaps throw the object back at you. Once he gets his hands on the skill of tumbling and flipping, you best believe this man will have more airtime than when he’s standing still on the ground.

★☆Vil Schoenheit

The first time he found out about your flexibility was when you were busy stretching on his bedroom floor, tired of waiting for him to come back. When he walked in on you, you could see the visible shock on his face, so transparent that you can literally hear his internal thoughts : what the fuck is this mess of limbs doing on my floor.

Let’s just say he bookmarked this talent of yours and pocketed it for fun activities in the future, keeping a mental note ^__^;;

He figured that he could do with some extra training on his flexibility, since he’s one to go full out in everything. He has his basics down; definitely stretchy and flexible, but nowhere as advanced as you are. Finally someone who gets to boss him around instead of the other way around – what a nice change of pace!

Who knew yoga pants looked so good on Vil? You can see the visible struggle on his face when it comes to pushing him to his limits, but he’s definitely trying not to shit his pants.

★☆Malleus Draconia

This ancient fossil is absolutely befuddled, flabbergasted that the human body is capable of such mind boggling contortions! Teach the fragile-boned your ways, please.

To be honest, no one can tell when Malleus is about to collapse, so he’d much prefer that you go easy on him – no jumping into advanced techniques, not that his rather large physique would make it any easier…

He enjoys watching you contort all over the place, stretching at the most random times, even when it comes to doing day-to-day tasks. At times, he’d even enjoy watching you sprawl out on the floor, stretching and rolling out any knots, from the comfort of his chair. Smiling to himself and brewing his sick twisted ideas in his head under the guise that he’s just simply ‘reading something fascinating’

The only fascinating thing is his capability of imagining despite his old age.

★☆Floyd Leech

Woahh! Shrimpy is so cool; teach him your ways! Naturally, Floyd is pretty agile and nimble on his own, so reaching your level would be a walk in the park. Expect him to constantly start competitions, even though he’s most likely more inflexible than you are. However, his determination to be on par with you is definitely heartwarming to see.

Say, your agility should allow him to chase you for hours on end without you getting caught – no? Oh. He’s milking your athleticism to no end, coming across as selfish at times, though it’s most definitely not his intention.

He just wants the both of you to have fun; so if he finds that you’re a little sad and much out of breath after chasing you, he’d pick you up like no big deal and throw you down to cuddle with you. Yes, his mood flips like a switch, but I guess he’s definitely sweet (??)

He might delude himself that he’s just as good as you, showing off his flexibility to Azul. Unbeknownst to him, knocking over several tables and maybe even breaking a few pieces of glassware. Whatever though :]

#rook hunt x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #malleus draconia x reader #floyd leech x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst crack #twisted wonderland headcanons #melona.docx

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inavagrant-a · 1 year

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@starsdescent said:

Mona stretches at her desk, arms and legs fully extended, a contented little noise emitting from her throat before she tips her head back to call out to Tetsuya, who is taking stock of their current food supplies. ❝ — Don't forget to add carrots to our list ! ❞ One might be tempted to call it a grocery list, but should it be called such if they're foraging? No, not truly. Surely he understands what she meant anyway: they need carrots.

He finds himself preoccupied with the most mundane of affairs... taking stock of inventory when it pertains to groceries and the tiniest of necessities for this humble abode. Not so much for himself no, but because the mess of a roommate he lives with can not be bothered to do it herself and if she were to do it herself he's no doubt she will not do it properly and will most definitely be forgetting about certain items worth jotting down on this list. He got done jotting down the toiletries and has moved on with taking stock of the food, opening up her refrigerator and to nobody's surprise it is almost completely empty aside from the usual lettuce, about two eggs, and a single tomato. Ugh... she is quite honestly ridiculous. He isn't even going to bother consulting with her what should be brought, he might as well buy the whole damn grocery store at this point. Does she not try to take care of herself or what? Tetsuya closes the refrigerator and begins to pace aimlessly away into the living room as he writes down what he would need to make sure she makes it through at least half the month before the need for groceries comes up again. He need not worry about such things, he does not need any of such, like food, he can live without. Tetsuya only indulges in so out of the whim of indulging, not necessity. He also did not fail to notice in his time with her that she's rather cheap, always going for the least expensive options, such as her razors for example... which she needs because she's out of them.

As he paces into the living room he hears her call out from her room where she's seemingly working on her next upcoming article piece for The Steambird from Fontaine. Tetsuya slips the quill he's been using to write over his ear, resting a hand on his hip and expelling a sigh. He need not take a look at his list to know he already jotted that down, but he does so anyway and surely enough there it is: Carrots. She's also the false impression that they're going to go out and hunt for all of these things, at least the food portion of the list. As if they're cavepeople, this woman is out of her mind. For the sake of savings, she would no doubt say, if she's so pressed about saving then perhaps she should actually try not to spend her mora on things she does not need and put her mortal needs over her wants first! He huffs through his nose and glances up the stairs before deciding to go see her now that he's pretty much done all the work already. The mora Tetsuya always gives her is enough for his half of the rent and bills, but given her inability to be a functional human being to this damned society his own habits of saving mora have gotten better not so much for his sake but hers to boot!

"You know Megistus," he addresses her, peeking through her wide open door to let himself be shown, "instead of ordering me around, perhaps you could have assisted me with compiling this list." He shrugs his shoulders, slipping the list into his pocket and removing the quill behind his ear. He manipulates the winds to allow the quill to get carried over back to her desk right in front of whatever it is that she's working on. "Just a thought." He claims as if an afterthought, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the frame of the door. He can respect her craft and her work, once she's zoned in on either of the two dragging her out is an impossibility, but can she at least bother with taking better care of herself? Why, it almost feels like he's doing it on her behalf. That is most unbecoming and honestly quite to be one of the most unattractive qualities she has-...

Unattractive qualities she has... ? Where the hell did that come from?

Does this mean there's certain qualities she does have that he finds... attractive?

(Tch... !) He furrows his brows. That is a most ridiculous thought, of course not! It's just a throwaway thought, no need to ponder too much on it, certainly.

"Come now, hurry up." He suddenly decides that being here is not the best idea so he'll await in the living room. He pushes himself off the door frame and turns on his heel to go back downstairs. "We're going to the shop, by the way," he lets her in on what they're actually going to do. There's no way in hell he's going to go out hunting with her like they're cavepeople when there's a store literally just a few minutes' walk away. "You smell like ink so do something about that before we're off." Just a word of advice.

#starsdescent #inquiries.#in character.#act iii: wanderer.#the angry malewife tetsuya agenda thrives awraxa

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garetlomodag · 6 months

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2023 October: Tail-end Progress

The past 3 months got me like: what a progress! I didn’t imagine it to be like this, but it feels like my 2023 is just peaking. With less than 3months left nonetheless!

PRAYING AGAIN IN FERVENCY

Remember in my previous blogs where I said I would be more intentional with my prayer times for other people? It is hard, but I am thankful I am able to remember people during prayers and just let the Holy Spirit lead me to whatever God wants me to pray for.

So if you are here, you’re probably in my list and I had the time to really pray for you with whatever I feel like God is leading me to. But if you have specific requests you want to be prayed for, feel free to ping me!

I cannot be with you all f2f always but at the minimum I remember you in my prayers. Know that I do. :)

NURTURING MY CIRCLE

This month felt like I had more courage to give more head&heartspace for things that really matter to me; which meant being mindful of ‘nice to have’ things but something I can let go of. Even with my good relationships, I would say I “watered” them more because I re-diverted focus from those I needed to streamline to those that mattered.

A close friend told me to assess my current circle and re-evaluate who are those I still see myself journeying with as I navigate building my life and who are those I needed to prune; because we really can’t have them all hehehe as a person who is notorious for knowing so many people (in short, without reins, I will care for everyone haha), I needed to stretch that muscle in really checking my circle of influence cos even values and way of life get affected by those you give access to. You can get a lot of guidance on friendships/relationships from Proverbs:

“A friend loves at all times, And a brother is born for adversity.” Proverbs‬ ‭17‬:‭17‬

“Ointment and perfume delight the heart, And the sweetness of a man’s friend gives delight by hearty counsel.” Proverbs‬ ‭27‬:‭9‬‬‬

“As iron sharpens iron, So a man sharpens the countenance of his friend.” Proverbs‬ ‭27‬:‭17‬‬‬

“The righteous should choose his friends carefully, For the way of the wicked leads them astray.” Proverbs‬ ‭12‬:‭26‬‬‬

“He who walks with wise men will be wise, But the companion of fools will be destroyed.” Proverbs‬ ‭13‬:‭20‬

SUNFLOWER ENERGY 🌻

Sometime in my college life I attended a Bible study about understanding peacekeepers and peacemakers. There’s a huge difference but I won’t talk about it now. It was also that I time that I also heard someone say (it was a group prayer): ‘that people might know we are followers of Jesus when they meet us’, because there’s certain light and joyful aura/vibe/peace you give off.

Since then I would have these moments with God where I would ask Him: God will you pls make me a person of peace to people I meet, I work with, I interact with every single day? This world’s a mess and I want to be a person of comfort and peace to people even with just a short interaction. I want to be a peacemaker. I don’t want to just protect my own peace, I want people to come as they are when they are with me. I want them to feel that warmth when you face the sun while your hands are stretched out, just like the sunflowers. With all the pressures and burdens that people are experiencing now, it is my prayer to not add to your struggles but be a blessing to you.

EXPLORING NEW TERRITORIES

I am doing new things! And I like it! I did my spring cleaning a few days ago and it was really refreshing. I’m trying to practice ‘one in, one out’ with my personal stuff and it’s been very therapeutic.

Aside from cleaning and throwing away stuff, I’ve also been doing things differently (on big and small things). I would run a different path every now and then, run with different approaches (long and short intervals). And I’ve made good progress! Not at the pace that I originally wanted since I started running again last yr, but still all good! I’m glad I’m able to listen to my body better. Compared to last yr when my objective was to correct my sleeping patterns and help clear my mind, everything’s all corrected now! Running to me now has become a hygiene and a good pause to listen more to God during runs. Thank You God for letting me go through this big flip. 🥹

I am also expanding and exploring! From freediving, I will now be doing scuba diving 🤿 soon! I am not dead-set with timings but it is definitely an expansion of skill haha

It’s also these past months that I’ve been doing a lot of screening and canvassing. From houses to new business ventures, career options, and even church ministries. Feels like a lot no? Don’t get me wrong, I take my time haha 😂 hindi pa po yan lahat mangyayari this yr. Latag pa lang and seeking God what to do next. But as I always say: exciting times!! Looking forward to how God will make things pan out for me and my fam.

So many things this October and I am pumped! May we all have victories in the different areas of our lives, while keeping in-step with God’s directions for us.

November and December, let’s goooooo 🤩🙌🏼

Have a wonderful holiday, folks. Last two months, world’s a mess, life’s filled with choices, and I hope you choose Jesus. 🫶🏼

#love #faith #hope #journey #jesus #prayer #life #journal

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