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[kabukirune]

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[pawieez]

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[salaciousdoll]

· · Just in: Gojo Satoru just found out he’s a chubby chaser like the rest · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting From Gojo Satoru x Chubby!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : Smut, Dirty talking, pwp, fluids( squirting, cum on body and inside), creampie, heavy body worship, Gojo calling you a cry baby and chubby bunny, words of affirmation, pet names ( such as doll, Angel, etc.), missionary position, stretch marks mentioned, reader is shoko’s nurse assistant( guess you could say it’s the original verse/ au in a way idk), please enjoy yourself. Wc: 800

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Maydayaisha: This is for my chubby girls who doesn’t feel like their fave or anyone would love them. I wrote this with myself and other chubby/plus size babes. Love you all so much and just know I’m here for you all. Anyways, love you and enjoy my first time Drabble I decided to do! Also please note I did this in 45 minutes so it’s not gonna be perfect at all. <33

“ Give it to me, baby doll.”, Satoru moans into your ear as he presses your body underneath his. The cushion of your body was something he needed to drown in. He couldn’t get you off his mind the moment he saw you working alongside Shoko as her nurse assistant.

Your eyes were shut tightly as your dried-up glitter lip gloss lips opened in a big O. You couldn’t take him and he knew you couldn’t because of the whispery moans falling from your pretty lips. “ Cat got your tongue, Angel. Too much f’ya.” Gojo rose up off your body— watching you shake from how deep he was inside of you. He chuckled whilst rubbing your clit— your legs were about to close but his hand stopped it, “ Ah ah Ah, no, keep them just like they are, pretty. Shit! You’re fucking squeezing me.”

“ Sato-Ahh~ I can’t— I can’t please pull out for a minute. Lemme - ugh! Mmm.”, Your moans were a ballad to him, a beautiful ballad. Gojo leaned down to kiss your bruised, puffy lips as he slowed down his strokes. Only then long stroking inside of your sloppy cunt. His cum was already painted over your pussy and he still had the energy to keep going. It was so painfully good because you two have been at this for about— shit who are you kidding you lost track.

Gojo knew he was digging inside of your stomach because of your juices traveling down his big cock, “ fucking pussy is eating on my dick. You’re that eager to take me in your stomach, Yeah? Don’t leave me hanging here love, Answer me.” You were speechless and couldn’t even talk— especially when he rolled his hips in a perfect circle, pausing to fuck his dick inside of you with the speed you never knew he had.

Tears danced in your pretty eyes, eventually dancing down your big apple cheeks causing Gojo to lick them off as he snapped his hips into yours. Your body vibrations were the topping to his cake. “ Got your breath took away, huh? Didn’t answer me-mmm- but you’re still so pretty for me, perfect pussy taking me deep.” Gojo slapped your pussy with his clean, pretty hands. “ You’re crying too? Such a big baby while taking my cock. Come on, just a little more for me, cherry pie.”

Gojo rose up again, smiling at you, “ No matter what anyone says, you’re beautiful, fucking gorgeous to me, especially when you’re taking my cock inside of that warm pussy of yours. Gotta say, Angel, you’re holding on so well.” His words of affirmation did nothing but make you squirt on his dick like a fire hydrant on a hot sunny day. “Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Gojo was chanting the words like the crowd chanting for their teams on a game night, only whispering it against your face when he bent down again. His moans were getting louder as he braced himself to cum anywhere in or on your body.

Soon Gojo’s long, slender fingers intertwined with your chubby fingers as his white hair clouded his vision from seeing you squirm and come undone underneath him. He stopped fucking you with a loud and long groan, pulling out of you when some of his cum got inside of you. He wanted some of his fluid inside of you and on top of your chubby body. Your pretty tummy with stretch marks was now being drowned with his white , thick cum. Gojo’s body was shaking drastically as he stroked his cock above you, “ Fuck, Shit! So so good. My chubby bunny. Such a good- mmmgh!- little slut. My good little slut.”

He stopped stroking his thick, pretty cock once all of his cum came out of his body and onto yours. Yours and his chest was rising and falling harshly. His red flushed face was an art you admired even through diamond like a vision from your pretty teary eyes. Gojo chuckled— watching you try to get your vision back by whipping your eyes. His big, rough hands grabbed your wrist, you should’ve known from his little smirk on his face, he’ll say the one thing you hated being called during sex, "My little crybaby as well.”

Gojo was now just staring at your body with his blue Crystal like eyes. He studied the different areas your stretch marks appeared at. He licked his lips at your body rising and falling slowly now. Your cute double chin was so admirable to him. He was in love with you. Maybe even obsessed. He fucking adored your chubby body. If this is what it means to be a chubby chaser then he’s at the top of the list. Maybe even in the VIP section with Geto, Toji, and Nanami.

Tagging: @shunsuist @happygoluckyalexis @honeybleed ( my baby I am so sorry for not tagging you when I put this out, forgive me) @mastermindenoshimaalicia @cybercandy1 @simpingfor-wakasa @angelshub and anyone else who wants to be tagged in drabbles

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[ghosts-cyphera]

╰﹒ price's wife = the wife of 141

warnings/content: 18+! 141 x fem!reader. dubcon: sex under the influence of alcohol, unprotected sex, blowjobs, anal, mentions of cum and spit, male masturbation ??? just... everything, really. buckle up, besties. mdni!

being price's cute little tradwife would mean that he'd share you with the rest of 141, too. it wasn't his plan at first: he had never thought of it until he had seen the way that they had all looked at you. 

gazes lingering on your frame for just a while too long. tongues wetting their lips as they towered over you, grinning as you laughed, soft and sweet, at something they'd said. your eyes sparkling, your glossed lips tugging into one of those smiles that filled the pit of price's stomach with butterflies each time he saw it on your features.

you knew how to make everyone around you feel special, no matter if you meant to do it or not. and slowly but surely, they all had begun to ask about you: about whether or not you'd be joining them for drinks that evening. about your plans for price's vacation. 

"takin' our lass somewhere warm?" johnny grinned, wetting his lips. "send us boys a postcard or a picture of our bonnie layin' on the beach, will ye?"

where price had expected to feel a touch of jealousy, he instead found himself feeling something so much deeper. excitement; burn at the thought of them enjoying you just as much as he did.

you were good, and sweet, and kind.

your love was endless and unconditional: the type of love that healed wounds one didn't know they had in the first place. your lips soft, your eyes twinkling, your touch nothing short of damn heaven: a woman like you made to be loved by so much more than just a single man. 

so why not four?

and after months of watching their need for you grow day by day, price gave in.

inviting you to dance with the boys in your living room. grinning, as he encouraged ghost to draw you into his lap: to let his fingers play with yours as you drank yourself silly, your husband handing you a new glass each time you downed the previous one.

price humming with warm agreement, as gaz pulled you to him and let his lips ghost a kiss on your forehead. so soft and gentle, careful to not scare you off. 

though his permission for them to touch you had not been explicit, they'd all known: had seen it in the way that he had looked at you and them, brow raised in his amusement.

help yourself to her, lads.

and so, they did. 

you were so drunk that your words were slightly slurring: eyes twinkling as the three men were suddenly all over you. his little wife so confused, yet so happy—you always were when you were drunk. so gullible, so easy to influence.

the drunken words of encouragement from their lips tangled together: their hands suddenly all over you, nearly impossible to keep track of.

it was ghost who called you our darlin', wasn't it?

soap who promised to be so gentle with you, not wanting to hurt their little lass. wanting to make sure that you could take it all.

gaz whose hands were kneading your hips, as his lips brushed against your earlobe. 'gonna fuck you so good, love.'

your gaze searched for that of price, yet all he did was raise an amused brow with a cigar hanging from his lips. lounging on the couch of your living room, cock pressing against the soft material of his pants.

be good, his eyes told you. make your husband proud, bunny.

and so you did. working so damn hard on your knees: the three greedy men taking their time with you as they fucked your throat in turns, grinning as they watched your mascara run down your pretty little cheeks. price's little wife exhausted yet glowing: eyes looking up at them as they slapped their cocks against your cheeks and watched you suck and lick on their balls, drops of precum messing up your pretty hair. 

so fucking good for them, weren't you?

price's good little wife. 

their sweet little slut.

though your thoughts were clouded from the alcohol rushing through your system, your body responded in all the ways that you knew made price proud of you. your thighs glimmering with your arousal, your lips parting in the warmest and softest of moans and gasps, as their hands palmed your throbbing cunt and tore off your panties and dress.

so greedy in the way that they forced your breasts on full display. mouths and hands attacking your sensitive nipples: low, rumbling laughs making you clench your thighs together, as you struggled to stay standing from the way that they were passing you between the three.

faster than you understood, you found yourself perched up on the coffee table. on your hands and knees, eyes aligned with those of price, as his hand moved to your lips.

"spit, sweetheart."

you did: your brows furrowing as price used your spit as lubricant, his hand moving to his cock as he laid back on the couch and touched himself.

touched himself to the sight of his squad mates going to fucking town with you. a cock—whose, you did not know nor did it matter—sliding into your drenched cunt, merciless in the way that it stretched you wide and open with a single snap of his hips. another one at your mouth, pressing against it: sliding in, impatient, as soon as you parted your lips. burying itself deep down your throat.

"keep your eyes open, bunny," price groaned, voice touched with dark amusement. "the boys wanna see you when they fuck you, don't they? wanna see what a damn good woman they've got."

the tip of johnny's cock pressed against your second hole, and your eyes widened from the realization. 

"it's not her first time," price chuckled, eyes never leaving yours. "she's never taken one in each hole, but she can handle it. can't you, love?"

your brows knitting, you nodded your head. no use in trying to talk with gaz's cock pushing deeper down your throat—his fingers tangling in your hair, as johnny pushed in. 

inch by inch as you focused on your breathing: your eyes locked with those of your husband. and you managed. of course you managed. you were price's good little wife, and his good little wife was made for taking three cocks simultaneously.

was made for pleasuring his friends, now fucking losing it on you. fucking into you as you moaned and mewled: as you came again and again, shaking and sobbing around them. covered in your own arousal and their cum, their spit, and your tears of sheer overwhelming pleasure.

and as they were finally done, it was clear to all five of you.

by then, you were no longer the wife of captain john price.

you were the sweet little wife of the entire 141.

masterlist | requests are open 💌

#what am I doing lmao? I'm logging off for the next three days. I'm off the hinges my loves. off the fucking hinges. #john price x reader #141 x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader

[xazse]

im in heat (ovulating) and I jus can't stop thinking about scaramouche helping his lil bunny out when shes in heat:(

love ur content btw, I literally shit myself when I found out u also wrote for jjk.. can I kiss u platonically

SCARAMOUCHE X FEM!BUNNYGIRLREADER

Notes: This is for you<3 and I’m glad you liked my jjk readings, (ofc you can have a platonic kiss!!!) HOPE YOU ENJOY<33

Tags: Smut all around! Tit-sucking, mentions of blowjobs, hybrid!reader, Heats

Pairings: SCARAMOUCHE X FEM!BUNNYGIRLREADER

You’ve been downright annoying, constantly bugging him with your insatiable behavior, whether it’s you gripping onto him for him to stay in bed with you, or it’s you rubbing yourself on him at night trying to stir him awake.

He doesn’t know what’s wrong with you, after another evening of you interrupting his private time he’s done. He takes you to the on site doctor, it doesn’t take 20 minutes before the doctor automatically says you’re in a “heat” since Scaramouche is confused the doctor gathers this must be your first one. He says that whatever needs you may be whining about can either be fulfilled or he can leave you to some specialists he knows, Scaramouche agaisnt that and just takes you back.

He’s taken a week off just for you, you should be happy for him to rot in this room with you constantly in his face, and you are, you show that in a tenthfold.

The first day is spent with you pawing at him and urging him to remove his clothing and yours as well. He can admit it is a little cute to see you beg.

Precise hands slip off your panties, you’re hot to the touch and absolutely dripping, poor bunny being denied for so long due to his confusion. His fingers slip into your cunt and begin fingering you, you’re positioned on your back with both legs spread out wide. Your small plush tail is twitching everytime he plunges his fingers deep into you, hearing small whimpers leaving your throat. His fingers are relentless with their assault on your sensitive insides, he makes sure to press on your spot every so often, sending you into a flurry of sexual emotions.

When he continues, he’s just surprised at the amount of cum coating his hands, the copious amount of slick close to his wrist. You look like you’re on cloud nine, glossed eyes, glossy lips covered in your drool is making him throb.

He quickly unbuttons his pants, letting his fat cock free. He uses his cum covered hand and coats his cock generously, you start to mewl at the loss of his fingers, already attempting to sit up he pushes you to lay back down.

“Relax woman” he scoffs out, your eyes wind down to the way he’s stroking himself, getting off to just the needy expression on your face, you take it a step further by lifting up your shirt, you didn’t even bother with a bra today. This really does the trick and he pounces onto you, so quick to line his cock up with your hole.

A few minutes later and he’s balls deep inside of you, your legs are wrapped around his torso, arms wrapped around his neck and your loud moans going right into his ear. His hips are moving so fast, cock bullying into you, you’re stuffed to the brim: yelping about how good it feels, how much you love him, it’s not long before your entire body pulls him closer and your cumming all around him.

The days afterwards are so dizzying, sex is all that plagues your mind, the room ends up being so hot, so sweaty, all you can think about is the thick cock filling you up, cumming inside you nonstop. Once he’d grabbed your tall ears while you were sucking him off, your fingers wildly rubbing your clit, and you let out the loudest Moan, you slumped against him, panting open mouthed: signaling that you just came for the 2nd time that random night.

The make-out sessions were just as dirty, it was mainly scara shoving his tongue down your throat, holding you by the wrists tight so you couldn’t pull back from it. He barely gave you time to take a break to breathe, lewd slurping sounds resonate through the room.

Scara also pleasures you by sucking on your breasts, though most times the stimulation isn’t there, but with your heat it’s at an all time high, your fingers tightens into his hair, urging him to not stop sucking.

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[holybibly]

Heyy Mistress, I hope you're doing well and you're taking good care of yourself because I don't want you to be burnt out.

If Unholy Hours are open again, can you do a fic where San is your step brother and you have the most sexual tension with him etc (I am gross and disgusting for this, I'm so sorry.😖😖😖)

Oh, bunny, your Mistress has a great idea for your request. San looks like real candy, do you want to lick it?

This is something that should never happen. Never ever. You and San were family, relatively speaking, of course, and all that bound you together was your parents' promise to love each other to the end, and your lips were now sliding over his hard, thick cock, smearing a blood red shade of lipstick over his sensitive, velvety flesh.

It was only meant to be a quick kiss when you were both as drunk as you were. You bite down on his plump lower lip, turn away, and whisper softly, "Forget it.". 

The preposition was that it would never happen again, as you aggressively lick each other's lips and tongues, rolling a strawberry-flavored candy between them. San thinks it's the most delicious thing he's ever tasted, and he sincerely regrets not having tried it sooner. Panting, strands of saliva, and sticky lip gloss are pulled between your lips as the kiss ends and you separate. San sticks out his tongue with a triumphant look on his face and shows you the now tiny piece of candy he has stolen from your mouth.

It was supposed to be a disposable item when your legs are spread over his broad shoulders as you sit on the kitchen table and he sucks hard on your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He runs his tongue over your pussy, tasting and opening you, making you whimper and writhe in response as he looks up at you from below with his feline dark eyes. 

This should never be part of the plan.

You and San are in his bedroom now, your parents having a lovely evening meal completely unaware of what is going on behind closed doors between the two of you; he's biting the hem of his T-shirt, holding back loud moans and gasps, his jeans and underwear lying in a useless heap on the floor as you kneel between his spread legs. In the darkness of the room, your ruby red lipstick glistens ominously. You look far too seductive, far too sinful for him to deny himself the pleasure of this. Your hands run down San's strong, muscular thighs and you lean down to kiss the flushed, wet head of his cock, your eyes flickering as you see San's gorgeous, sculpted abs tense and his cock twitch with excitement.

San throws his head back, clutching his t-shirt tighter with his teeth as he feels the vibration of your soft laughter on his cock. Your small hand circles the length of it, squeezing and stroking gently a few times before your lips touch the head of his cock again, this time tracing it with your tongue. San rolls his eyes and clutches the sheets with his fingers. He's always been sensitive, and just because you're so good with his body doesn't make it any easier. Sure, he's going to return the favor later on by fucking you in the shower or licking that sweet, plump cunt of yours and making you sob and whimper with pleasure, but right now you're just going to drive him crazy. 

San is trying to stay as calm as possible. Your parents are still at home and could come into his room at any moment, and he hates this. Why the fuck should he be your brother when all he can think about is your moaning and begging, your lovely bouncing tits, and your arse screaming to be beaten and fucked? As you slowly suck him into your hot and deliciously wet mouth, his eyes are fixed on your glistening ruby-red lips. 

Maybe it was the lipstick, or maybe it was just you, but the way you tipped your head and relaxed your jaw, allowing San's thick cock to slide deeper into your throat, drawing its length along the trembling walls of your throat, made his balls tense up, and he crumpled the sheet in his hands with such force that his knuckles turned white. He swallows hard, his Adam's apple jiggling to get your attention, and you unconsciously repeat the movement, swallowing as you let his cock slide deeper and deeper, taking it almost to the base of his dick. 

San whimpers into the fabric of your t-shirt and watches as you slowly pull away, sliding your lips around the thick girth of it, leaving a trail of wet red lipstick on the velvety skin. As you release the head of his cock from your mouth with a slight 'pop', strands of saliva and pre-ejaculate dangle from your bottom lip, and you raise your wide-eyed 'innocent' gaze to him as you slowly run your tongue over your lips. 

"Like that, Sannie? This lipstick shade is called 'Orgasm'." Your hand wraps around his cock again, wet and slippery with saliva, pre-cum, and lipstick. Sun begins to thrust his hips, hoping to achieve that coveted orgasm. "Come on, baby. Fuck my mouth..." San moans in a guttural, the fabric of his t-shirt uncomfortably wet, but it muffles his loud moans, and he is grateful for it when your lips are back on the wet head of his dick and you take it into your mouth. 

He's about to come as you pull your cheeks together and run your tongue tip along his slit, your hand still stroking, squeezing, and rubbing the thick throbbing vein. You are milking his cock so well.

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, tapping the swollen, red head of cock against the flat surface. With a soft humming sound, you pull yourself away from him and quickly run your hand over San's cock, flashing an enraptured smile at him. A beautiful shade of red lipstick is smeared all over your face. 

"I would have done it a long time ago if I had known this would turn you on so much, baby." You say this before taking the whole cock back into your mouth. Sliding it down gently and easily, the thick, wiry girth slides right down in your throat. You hold it there for longer than you should be able to, your throat muscles quivering as San begins to tremble, gasping as his quadriceps clench, and he squeezes the sheets with his fingers once more until you can hear them crack.

You pull away from the thick cock again, just enough to let out a soft moan before you move down again, not so deep this time, take San's cock in your mouth. Your hand slides over the part not in your mouth; the sound of your heavy breathing, your smoothly sliding hand over wet flesh, and San's soft, muffled whimper fill the room.

San comes within seconds, whimpering and jerking his hips, his thick cum filling your mouth, and you swallow every drop greedily, only pulling away when San's teeth loosen the fabric of his t-shirt and he leans back onto the soft mattress of the bed. 

Red stains of lipstick are smeared across your cheeks and down your chin, and your neck is wet with your own saliva and San's cum. You continue to jerk him off slowly, lazily squeezing every last drop of cum out of him and making his orgasm last longer.

"Damn, that felt so good." San says this and stands up sharply to wrap his palm around your wet neck, pulling you against him. He finally feels the ruby-red color of your lipstick on his lips with his own tongue, savoring the musky, thick taste of his own cum as he kisses you greedily and passionately.

Your teeth clash, lipstick smearing across your skin, and you stand up, still not breaking the kiss, only to push San back onto the bed and crawl on top of him. His grip on your neck tightens, his teeth biting painfully into your lower lip, and you pull away to let yourself breathe. 

"Now I can finally fuck you, can't I?" San asks, and you swallow as you hear the low, sultry tone in his voice.

"You're going to have to work hard to keep me quiet, babe."

San grins and gives you a sweet peck on the lips.

"Oh, baby, believe me, I know so many ways to shut you up."

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[ickadori]

++ 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀

[summary] focalors takes on a rather rambunctious puppy hybrid.

[cws] fem reader -> hybrid reader. tribbing. oral (furina receiving). ownership (hybrids are deemed as pets). overstimulation (furina). unedited.

Lady Furina had never found the prospect of ‘owning’ a hybrid to be beneficial to her in any way, even when it first became legal to do so in Fontaine and it was all the rave.

Merely stepping onto your front porch for a breath of fresh air granted you the sight of hybrids of all kinds being led around the streets by their owners; cat hybrids, bunny hybrids, dog hybrids, lamb hybrids, hybrids that looked more animal than human and vice versa.

She never let her gaze stray to them, not even when they ogled so shamelessly and tried to grab her attention. She was usually more than happy to indulge her citizens when they so desperately wanted her attention (always the show off) but she deemed hybrids as… less than. She was a God, after all, thee God. A God amongst Gods when compared to the others, and someone of her caliber was above giving mere animals, property, her attention.

But then you had appeared in her courtroom - an overactive dog hybrid without an owner who had been accused of stealing food from the local vendors. It was a case hardly worth her attention, you being the clearly guilty party, the only evidence they needed being the gooey danishes haphazardly crammed into your pockets, but yet she still found herself engaged in the proceedings.

She watched from her perch as you poorly tried to act as your own defense, brazenly denying that the sweets you had stolen were actually stolen. You claimed that you had baked them yourself at home, despite your lack of a home. When the scales had finally tipped against you and the verdict was read, you had hurriedly stuffed the sweets into your mouth before the guards could drag you away, eliciting a chorus of laughter and cheers to ring throughout the room.

You had managed to pique her interest - you were amusing, opposed to other members of your species who served as nothing more than a cute thing on a leash to be shown off. You were rebellious, but not in way that of someone purposefully trying to anger the law - it seemed that you just had poor impulse control, lacked a proper owner to reel you in and quell those bad behaviors…

Furina saw herself fit to be that owner.

-

Furina would never admit that she had bitten off more than she could chew, especially when it came to her being overwhelmed with disciplining a hybrid of all things. A woman of her stature, a God, unable to keep something not too far removed from an animal in check? Preposterous!

“S-Stop it at once!” Her voice is breathy, weak, and it holds none of the finality and confidence that it usually does in the courtroom. Her gaze, usually so firm (yet still often wavering), is clouded now, dazed and heated as she looks up at you from where you have her pinned beneath you, her thighs pushed apart and up as you straddle her sex, your own sex frantically sliding against her own.

“Lady Furina,” you pant, hips desperately bucking against hers, breasts bouncing and swaying with each of your movements. Your clit repeatedly bumps into hers, puffy lips sticky with yours and hers juices. “Lady Furina! ‘S good—you feel so good!”

She gasps, nails clawing at the wooden floor she’s splayed on, and her head weakly shakes from side to side. She can’t count how many times she’s come, nor how many positions you’ve put her in ever since she walked through the front door of your shared home — her mind has been coming and going since you first wrestled her pants down and buried your face between her slender thighs, tongue sloppily lapping at her clit and folds.

Sticky, tacky sounds can be heard as you hump her cunt, pussy lips gliding together, holes drooling and clits kissing. Your clit is hard and twitching over hers, and she keens, lips parting and eyes glossing over.

“Messy… ‘n wet.” Your ears twitch atop your head, nose wrinkling and eyes rolling as your hips begin to move more aggressively, firmer, rougher, cunt dragging against hers. The dustings of white hair on her cunt is slick with the both of your juices, sparkling like a pretty diamond, and a scream gets caught in her throat when you slide your pussy off of hers and drop to your stomach between her thighs, mouth latching onto her as you lap at her dripping hole.

You moan and groan against her, slurping at her cunt and sucking on her clit. Your tongue weaves between her folds, dips into her fluttering hole and rubs against her walls, even travels down her crack and teases at her other hole, eliciting a yelp and a weak pull at your ear until you go back to feasting on her pussy.

You mumble something against her, words muffled due to your lips being suctioned around her clit, and your hands move to grope at her breasts, fingers sinking into the flesh as you squeeze at the small mounds.

You detach from her clit, lips brushing against the sensitive bud as you rasp out, “Come, Lady Furina. Come again—like last time. I wanna taste you.” Your words are fast, slurred together, and suddenly two fingers are pushing into her hole with a lewd squelch, your lips moving back to suck at her clit with vigor.

Furina’s eyes snap shut, hips rocking into your mouth as you rub at her walls, and she lets out broken moans and stuttered gasps as she feels that immense pressure getting ready to release.

Your fingers scissor inside of her, tongue lapping at her clit, and her thighs clamp around your head as a spray of fluids leave her, an excited yip leaving you as she drenches your mouth, chin and cheeks further.

Your fingers pull free from her spasming cunt to instead push past your lips, fluttering eyes focused on her sensitive, overstimulated sex, and Furina lets her head knock back against the floor as she fights for her breath.

She doesn’t even attempt to get up, muscles feeling like jelly, but after a few seconds she begins to wish that she had at least tried, maybe then you wouldn’t have taken her stillness as a sign to once again slot your pussy with hers.

Ever the insatiable mutt..

#furina x reader #focalors x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader

[youresodarkbabe]

says he's gonna teach me just what fast is (f1 driver a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: dom!al, not much tbh, does it being fast count as a warning?

word count: 971 (wtf..)

for @averyzversi0n &lt;3

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"alex, we need you in five."

a man wearing ferrari red walks past you in a rush. your new boyfriend, alex, was getting ready. today was the italian grand prix and he was adamant on not fucking up. he told you all about it, all the strategies he had, all the plans, everything. you didn't understand much but you listened. of course you listened.

"you'll do fine, baby, promise. you'll get first place and everything!" you say in an attempt to cheer him up and distract him from his pre-race blues. he appreciates the sentiment, also mentally taking note of the fact that he still has a lot to teach you about racing.

you were wearing a vintage jacket of his, a fancy old one a former ferrari driver wore. you didn't see much of the appeal of the jacket but alex adored seeing you in it. it gave life to something primal in him, seeing you in his prized possession made it clear you were his.

"alex!"

a different man calls out for him. he was wearing the same thing as alex so you assumed it was his teammate.

"yeah, i'll be there in a sec," alex turns to you and pulls you into a soft kiss. you kiss him back gently as well, tasting the smoke from his cigarette from ten minutes ago and he tasted your cherry lip gloss.

that was meant to be it. a simple peck and he'd be off. unfortunately, however, alex turner had no sense of control whatsoever.

his big hands find your waist and he pulls you in closer, slightly grinding his bulge against your waist as the two of you slowly back into the paddock and slip past the engineers running around and straight into his changing room.

"al, the race—"

he sighs, slightly irritated, and slides the jacket off of you, taking off your t-shirt, your bra following soon after. he pauses, and then stretches his hand out, retrieving his jacket and making you put it on again once you're done undoing your jeans.

"remind me to get you one of these with my name on the back next time."

you nod, sliding off your jeans, leaving the pleasure of removing your panties to alex.

ever the gentleman, he sinks down completely onto his knees and places a kiss onto your clothed cunt. "soaked, so good f'me."

alex slips his hands into your panties and cup your ass, playing with it as he drags your panties down with his teeth.

he kisses the side of your knee, moving higher and growing impatient with every kiss. he gently bites the fat of your thigh and moves to the inner part of it until he finally gets to your aching cunt. he licks a frenzied stripe through your folds with his eyes locked on your face, taking in your every move. every sharp intake of breath, every scrunch of your brows, every time you parted your lips, every sound that escaped your pretty little mouth.

with a sudden surge of confidence, you entangle your hands in his hair and pull him away.

"need you in me, now."

alex nods, deciding against teasing you for your eagerness. he undoes his suit, almost completely stripping for you. he kisses you one last time and you can taste a hint of yourself on his tongue. he turns you around and presses you up against the wall and aligns himself with your tight hole.

"we gotta be fast, baby, okay? fast and quiet." he asks before thrusting in completely, waiting for you to respond.

you moan weakly, nodding your head frantically. "yes, yes, yes, please. fuck me, al, god—"

alex acts on your begging instantly and begins thrusting into you as fast as he can, his groans going straight into your ear and adding to the tightening knot in your tummy.

"fuck, bunny, don't tell me you're already close," he asks, his tone condescendingly sweet, "we've barely been at it." you clench around him, throwing your head onto his shoulder as you moan his name over and over again as his tip brushes against the spot you need him most.

"oh, you are. how precious. so good f'me, darlin'. don't worry, 'm not too far behind."

alex's thrusts get more relentless and less timed.

"stay with me, angel," he said, hands going to play clit, his rough fingertips giving you exactly what you need as he pounds into you from behind.

"don't fly away jus' yet." he coos into your ear. you nod, too cockdrunk to form a real thought as you struggled to keep yourself from finishing before alex was satisfied.

you grab a fistful of his hair as he leaves hasty kisses along your neck.

"almost, doll, so close."

his fingers speed up on your clit as you grind against his palm. he twitches inside you as you clench once more, spurting his hot release inside your cunt, practically fucking it back into you. your orgasm makes you see stars as you bite your lip to stop yourself from screaming alex's name.

he rests his forehead on your shoulder and pulls out after a few seconds, immediately pulling your panties back up to prevent any of his cum leaking out of you.

"alex!"

the team manager calls out for him, making him snap out of his haze and scramble to get dressed once more. you help him and give him a soft kiss before you send him out.

"destroy 'em, baby."

alex laughs and kisses you again, another scream from the team manager making him groan in annoyance.

"yeah, i fuckin' got you the first time." he mumbles as he walks out of the room. you can't tell what they say, but you do hear one thing the manager says.

"you smell like sex, turner."

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half-assed this one whoops

#alex turner smut #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x reader #alex turner x fem!reader #alex turner x you #sias era smut #smut #youresodarkbabe #cookie cooks #f1 au #f1 alex turner #apparently a thing now

[loveshotzz]

Here’s a little preview of everyone’s favorite Tamagotchi Daddy 😚 and an appearance at the end by your fave bartender.

Whatta Man Masterlist | Rick’s Party Playlist

as a reminder my blog is 18 +

Sheer curtains sway with a pink glow from the flashing sign outside your apartment, the nip in the October air makes goosebump dance across your exposed skin from the crack in your bedroom window. The summer heat came and went like it always does but not the cute bouncer you took home the first warm night of the year.

Weckx-N-Effect’s ‘Rump Shaker’ spills through the boombox in your living room where Steve stands in front of your long mirror, dressed as John Dalton from Road House, you hear the pitch in his voice deepen,

“Take the biggest guy in the world, shatter his knee and he’ll drop like a stone.”

Rolling your eyes at the line you’ve heard both him and Patrick Swayze deliver all week long, you adjust the white and blue trimmed high waisted basketball shorts that hug your curves before tugging down the cropped Tune Squad mesh tank that matches. Straightening your bunny ears, you turn around to inspect your tail, bubble gum pink glossed lips turning up into a pleased smirk with the height the white platform sneakers on your feet give you. Humming in approval because you know Baby Spice would be proud, your shoulders wiggle in excitement as you apply another layer of gloss before smacking your lips loudly.

“Hey Doc, you got the goods earlier right?” The bouncer calls out.

His boots sound heavy on your shag rug making his way towards the bathroom and even though you saw his outfit earlier, when Steve’s handsome face appears next to yours in the mirror with a wide grin, you still flutter around nothing. Dark emerald eyes turn black as they drink in your costume, and you're almost positive yours look the same admiring the thick patch of hair on full display in his white loose fitting button up. Long sleeves rolled up to his elbows with the top three undone just like Dalton’s.

The extra button reveals more than usual, including the silver chain that dangles from his neck. It shines under the dark curls that cover his chest when it hits the bright lights above you, matching the belt buckle attached to the black leather that holds his tight fitting jeans to his waist. The ivory of his shirt makes his permanently sunkissed skin glow, thighs pressing together when he licks his full lips, moles moving with his cheeks when he grins.

“Jesus, you look - fuck, why’s the tail doing it for me?” Finally breaking character, he runs a hand through his hair, the ring wrapped around his middle finger catching your eye in his reflection.

“Stop calling me that or everyone is going to think I’m Bugs Bunny.” You huff and his lips twitch at your pout, “and if by goods you mean, the Roadhouse soundtrack, yes I picked it up from your friend Robin.”

Turning around, you lean against the sink, the reminder of your promise to recreate the sex scene with him tonight has you giving him an extra exaggerated roll of your eyes, a smile lighting up your face despite yourself. Steve’s big black boots cross the threshold, thick rubber soles squeaking against the rose colored tile, he closes the small distance to stand in front of you.

The warm smell of his Calvin Klein CK One cologne lingers fresh on the cotton of his shirt, along with the faint hint of your hairspray when he stole a spritz when he first got to your apartment. The cinnamon from his Big Red is hot on his breath, the whites of his teeth showing in a grin as he pushes the gum to the other side of his mouth with a tongue that was between your thighs just a few hours ago.

“I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop. I can’t help it when I’m in character you know?” One of his big hands comes up to your face, long fingers spreading across your jaw tilting your mouth towards his. The bouncer takes in your done up features in the light, and the pucker of your glittery lips, looking at him like you needed to be kissed. “No one is going to think a pretty thing like you is anything other than hot.”

“Good.” You try to say it with more conviction, but the way he keeps looking at you like he wants to eat you alive makes it come out quiet.

“Oh yeah?” He questions with a quirked brow, his boots moving the one step left to stand in the space you made for him between your legs. The tip of his nose runs along the bridge of yours, his other hand finding a new home on the plush curve of your hip to pull you even closer. The denim doing nothing to hide just how much your outfit was affecting him.

“I’m gonna have to follow you around all night aren’t I? Gonna make me abuse my power and kick anyone out who even looks at my girl like they got a chance huh?” Steve mutters his threat against your lips, the tips of his fingers digging into the dip in your cheeks bringing your mouth to his.

The strawberry of your gloss is sweeter than it was thirty minutes ago and it makes him groan when his kiss turns possessive, tongues meeting in the middle when he licks into your mouth. Your hands find their way to his chest, your palms finding the warm skin of his chest, the blunt ends of your nails dragging through the dark thatch of hair. He nips at your bottom lip when he lets you go. Pink glitter staining his when he pulls away sticky, eyes blown wide feeling the way your leg starts to lift over his hip, daring him to come back for more.

He tuts at you with whatever self control he has left, letting his hungry gaze drop down to drink up every dip and soft curve on display for him. Your back arches under the heat of it and Steve catches the puffy tail resting perfectly on the curve of your ass in the reflection. His responsibility to get downstairs in five minutes doesn’t seem so important anymore.

“I’m not going to be able to keep my hands off you.” He sounds almost angry, and pride swells in your chest.

His hand slides from your waist, fingertips tips dragging down the soft dough of your thigh making the hem of your shorts bunch up when he hooks them under your knee. He accepts your dare with a roll of his hips, his grin turning salacious when you gasp.

“That’s kinda the point, duh” the giggle that leaves your mouth is breathy as he ducks his head down to the crook of your neck to suck a fresh bruise where the previous one he left last week is almost healed, “oh my godddd.”

His lips curve against you, the hint of stubble along his jaw tickles as he makes his way with greedy lips to all the sensitive spots he’s discovered over the last few months, including the new one he found the other night right below your ear. He nips at the soft skin when your fingers tangle themselves into his hair with a harsh tug at his roots, the back of your calf pressing against his ass encouraging him more.

“Earlier wasn’t enough, my girl needs more attention doesn’t she?” His taunting comes out next to the shell of your ear, the deep baritone making you shiver. “It’s only been a few hours and you want me that bad again, huh?”

Your eyes hit the back of your head when he rolls your earlobe between his teeth. Another tug to his hair, a whine pushing past your pink lips trying to get more of anything he’ll give you.

“Come on baby, don’t be shy.” He hums pulling away from your neck, finally letting go of your face to squeeze at the fat of your ass propped on the sink, long fingers playing with your tail. “Tell me, I wanna hear it.”

The song on the radio changes, and Mase’s ‘What You Want’ encourages the next grind of your hips.

“Gonna make me beg for it Steve?” You pout looking up at him from under your lashes, relishing in the way you feel him twitch in his jeans at the thought. One of your hands trails down the muscles of his stomach, biting your lip when they twitch under your fingertips, adding more to the growing problem in your underwear.

The incessant high pitch beeping of both your tamagotchi’s cuts through the tension like a knife, making both of you freeze and you catch the way his eyes widen, the color coming back at the realization of their need to be fed.

“Steve, I swear to god-“ Your disbelief is quickly cut off by the bellowing voice of a certain bartender from outside your window.

“Hey! Asshole! I know you’re up there. Get your dick in your pants and get down here and help! It’s fucking Halloween!”

Eddie sounds like he’s already at his wits end, and you swear you hear him say ‘before I fuckin’ kill Rick’ as the bar door creaks open before slamming shut behind him.

#my writing #whatta man #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington oneshot #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington imagines #bouncer!steve

[daddyhausen]

{ y’all brought this upon yourselves istg. this is your fault @pxnkgirlie }

• heat — demon balor •

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{ masterlist } | { wwe masterlist } | { finn balor masterlist }

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{ summary } — balor was in heat needed his frustrations dealt with, he set his sights on the first little bunny he saw, that being you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, a/b/o { kinda?? it’s mostly balor being in heat }, cnc, breeding kink, home invasion, monster fucking, restraints, rough sex, somnophilia, male orgasm, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie

{ word count } — 867

{ pairing } — fem!reader x demon balor

{ genre } — smut

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it was that time again. where the heat warmed his loins, he became insatiable, desperate, where he crawled about his hands and knees like a wild animal in search of a hole to fill. the moon’s glow rained down across his skin, painting the patches of flesh exposed to it in silver-grey stripes, despite enjoying the night he kept close to the shadows so as to not alert anyone in such a peaceful suburbia, one he would very much disrupt with his mere presence.

a scent had carried him here, unbenounced to him as he seemingly snapped out of his animalistic trance, finally coming to in order to observe his surroundings for a moment. the houses all looked the same, a mere copy and paste of white and beige, the same pristine picket fence lined their front yards, the lack of individuality made balor’s stomach curl with disdain. the scent had picked up again, a brisk wind had elevated it, it was sweeter, richer than the last. balor twitched with excitement, the vine-like tendrils protruding from his back fluttered softly along with the breeze, his cock grew hard between his exposed thighs. the scent was close, maybe two or three houses over. he had never experienced such a sweet scent, he had sampled a few that could run in close second but by god that held nothing on this sweetness

he followed slowly, his knuckles leading his strides, carefully weaving through bushes and other shrubbery, making sure to keep himself hidden, sticking as close to the walls and the floor. soft grunts caught in his chest, his cock throbbing with such dispair, his seed already glossing the tip, slowly beginning to leak down his shaft. balor was beside himself, his heat had never been this bad, he’s never gotten off this quickly just by a scent. maybe he was losing his mind, or what was left of it at least. balor stuck up his nose, inhaling deeply as the scent grew more prominent. he found himself in front of the house it was permeating from. balor licked his lips feverishly, tongue hanging out past it has he scaled the side wall of the house, realising the origin of the sweetness was coming from the second floor. he peeked through the window, squinting his eyes to gain a clearer vision, he noticed a sleeping figure, sprawled out across the bed, the same scent radiating from between your thighs.

the warm summer air proved fruitful for balor as he noticed your body void of any clothing, such a welcoming invitation. balor’s cock leaked with anticipation, finally his frustrations were going to be dealt with. slowly, he pried open the latch of the window, slipping inside without so much as a word. he crawled over to the foot of your bed, admiring how wet your cunt was. you must have been touching yourself, it would explain why your scent was so strong.

his weight made a slight dip in the mattress, one that made you stir in your sleep in a minor way. balor was quick to act, the tendrils had a mind of their own, two wrapping around your ankles tightly, prying your legs apart, balor inhaled your scent deeply before the tendrils mimicked the same actions as before, wrapping tightly around your wrists this time securing them behind your back balor’s cock was flushed with arousal, teasing your dripping folds with the tip, surprised slightly at how slick your little pussy was. his breath became heavy, growls catching in his parched throat as he slowly filled you up, adoring the way your confused whimpers sounded as he stretched your walls.

“shhh, little bunny…” balor reached around, stuffing your mouth with your ruined panties which you’d discarded by your side previously.

“balor needs to breed you…” your soft whines flooded his senses, feeling like he was drowning in arousal as he gave the first, rough thrust. he had been waiting days for this, he definitely was not going to waste it by going easy on you. he bottomed out, remaining deep inside as he watched your hips squirm back against his cock, completely unaware you were being taken advantage of, nor that it was by a being that was otherworldly. still, your cunt continued to slick his cock with your wetness.

he began to move, rough and fast as he pounded into you. he was feral, unhinged, just so enthralled to finally bury his cock deep in a cunt. spit began to gather around the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin, staining your sheets, continuing to remain blissfully unaware of your situation. balor became even more frantic, his cock twitched inside your warmth. he could feel the clench of your sweet pussy around his size, god…even as you were so unaware, your cunt dripped for him. balor did not hesitate to fill you up, pumping you with rope after rope of his hot seed, breeding your fertile hole in the process. he’s even caught you whimpering at the sensation.

he pulled out, admiring the sight of his cum leaking from between your thighs. he knew he would need to fill you up more than once

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#{ my fics : 🤍 } #finn balor #finn balor x reader #finn balor smut #finn balor imagine #finn balor fanfic #wwe x reader #wwe fics #wwe imagine #wwe smut #wrestling imagine #wrestling smut

[s-4pphics]

i keep coming back to see if u posted another part to ballerina reader😭 it’s soooooo good i was wondering if u could do like a part when reader wake up at 5 to get ready for rehearsal and doesn’t wanna wake up ellie or smt like that

haiiii baby!! i never really plan to write for ballerina!reader x tattooist!ellie i just kinda do it impulsively if i have an idea 4 them :D i’m so glad ur loving them tho!! feel free to send in little prompts and i’ll see what i can come up with!! they’re so cute n in love and i love writing for them!! mwah 

this is so cute btw🥺🥺

fuck your life. 

you knew you shouldn’t have pulled out your vibrator after ellie messily came all over your sheets. 

you only were able to get an hour of shut eye due to her gross, whiny whispers of c’mon baby, squirt on my face one more time before you both passed out in shaky exhaustion. 

you could barely fucking walk! how were you going to practice your cabriole sets?! she did a number on you, for sure!

you stood on your wobbly legs, careful not to wake up the gentle snorer wrapped in your white blankets before exiting and quietly shutting your door, hobbling down the hall to you and your roommates' joint bathroom. 

you took a quick shower, brushed your teeth, and did your skincare before heading back to your room, towel clad. 

you slicked your hair back into a bun in the middle of your head before laying your edges while you air dried. 

you moisturized your little flower tattoo with the ointment ellie brought with her before you dressed quickly, rolling up your brown stockings and pulling your leotard up and over your shoulders(if someone looked hard enough, they would see the little black lines peeking out from under it) before putting your socks and UGGs on. 

you hadn’t noticed, but ellie had awoken when you came back from the bathroom and was silently watching you get ready with endeared, bleary eyes. you smelled good and you looked good and she wanted to pull you back in bed— 

“you leaving?” 

you jumped at her morning voice and how the fuck was your lower belly already swirling with heat?! not now not now!—

“yeah!” you squeaked out. “gotta head over in a little, i didn’t mean to wake you, my bad.” 

“you’re good,” she said softly before sitting up, watching you throw your packed sports bag over your shoulder. “no goodbye kiss?” 

your face ran hot before you broke out into a delighted grin, jumping like a bunny over to your occupied bed to lean down and press a glossed one to her mouth. 

of course, she had to be a fucking menace and sensually run her tongue over yours before you jumped back with a no! not again! while she laughed giddily, licking your gloss off her lips. 

as you left, gently shutting the door behind you, you made eye contact with your roommate who was standing by the fridge. she didn’t say anything, but she smiled cunningly as she made a ‘V’ with her middle and pointer finger, bringing them to her mouth and flicking and swirling her tongue between them. 

your face ran even hotter as you flipped her off, walking towards your dorm door to head to rehearsals.

#ballerina!reader #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #black!oc #black!reader #ellie williams smut #lesbian #nonnies ✄┈┈ ˚ #tattooist!ellie ✎ ᝰ

[shawtuzi]

eren being a guest at the playboy mansion, and spending an *eventful* night with a particular chubby bunny.

idk i think its a cool idea :)

OUUUU UR MIND!!!! this just made me so excited omg (i listened to cozy and summer renaissance while writing this heh AND this is set in the early 2000’s!!!!)

this is 18+ mdni obvi///cw include: chubby black fem!reader, little mention of drug use, oral f receiving, mating press, choking, spitting, a little titty sucking, kinda rushed :((

i did a little research and it seems like a lot of actors were guests at the playboy mansion so let’s say eren is a new upcoming actor. he was the main star in a new film that had been doing numbers!!! with the way he can effortlessly display emotions and act his ass off—plus the fact that he has a face that looked like it was carved from the gods it wasn’t hard for him to book jobs.

it didn’t take long for him to get an invite to a party at the infamous playboy mansion and lucky for him he had the privilege to be in the presence of playboys most famous playboy bunny—you ofc!!!

you were playboys first and only plus sized bunny and boy did the public love you. the way you confidently flaunted your curves and gorgeous assets had men wanting you and with your entire career surrounding around body positivity and the way you strived to get plus sized women more involved in the fashion world women absolutely adored you!!!

now these typically weren’t black tie events ppl usually dressed casual so eren decided to pop out in just a plain oversized white t-shirt, jeans that were a little too baggy on him, and a pair of fila high tops. his hair that went just a little past his shoulders was tied half up half down and he made sure to wear his most expensive diamond stud earrings.

upon arriving people were already chatting him up, the most asked question being if he had a lil boo thing to which he replied no. and it was true! sure he’d had a few hookups with people in the business but he wasn’t quite sure he was ready for someone to hold him down. well yk he thought that until he laid eyes on the drop dead gorgeous woman sitting in a gigantic champagne filled glass. you and two other women were the centerpieces of the whole event as you all sat oh so prettily in the glasses—yours being the tallest. after taking a closer look he recognized your face immediately and suddenly lost all interest in the conversation he was having.

eren slowly trailed over to you, his eyes wide with wonder. your legs slowly swung back and forth over the glass as you scoped out the scene when suddenly your eyes landed on the man that looked as if he was in a trance. a smile made it way onto your lips as you beckoned him close with your fingers. you pulled your legs in the glass and slowly moved to sit on your knees and leant ever so gently on the rim of the glass. the faux champagne had your brown skin glistening in the blue hues that shone from the lights above you.

eren was about two feet shorter than the eight foot champagne glass and if he was any closer he might’ve asked you if he could taste the gloss on your plump lips. “you look awfully familiar have i seen you on tv before?” you giggled tilting your head to the side. it took eren a minute to regain his composure before he nodded, “uh yeah i was in this action movie that came out a couple months ago.” you gasped bringing a hand to your mouth, the slightest bit of champagne splashing out of the glass. “that’s where i know you from! i loved that movie i went to see it like three times in theaters! i’m a total sucker for spy movies,” you ran your pierced tongue over your bottom lip before nibbling on it.

“it’s your first time here correct? i’d remember a pretty face like yours,” you sat up straighter and brought your hands to your breasts, squeezing them together, letting the champagne wet them and make them glisten even more. even though you were in a semi engaging conversation with eren you were still on the clock and had to entertain the guests by showing off your goods which eren didn’t mind at all except it did get him a little distracted. “yeah…it’s my first time,” he mumbled bringing his eyes to your breasts before snapping them back to your eyes.

you could see it in eren’s eyes how enamored he was with you and you loooved it. the way he couldn’t keep his pretty jade eyes off you made you wanna jump his bones and that’s exactly what you set out to do. “how about i get down from here and we talk some more hm?” eren didn’t say a word instead he just nodded dumbly.

once you had gotten down from the champagne glass one of your many assistants brought you a pair of heels and a robe, you put the robe on but didn’t tie it up, leaving your body on display. although the heels were a nightmare to walk in bc your feet were wet with faux champagne you still walked like you owned the room, eren trailing behind you like a lost puppy. you abruptly turned around, eren’s chest bumping into your naked one, “let’s talk somewhere quiet this music is a bother.” your smaller hand grabbed onto his larger one and led him through the crowd until you were at the part of the mansion where your room and the other girls’ rooms were.

“holy shit…” eren mumbled as he stepped into your very large room. it was almost as big as the room the two of you were previously partying in and it was very very pink! you kicked off your heels and walked over to eren, you pulled him close by the belt loops in his pants and gave him a sweet smile. your eyes were low and red due to the two blunts you had smoked before the party started. “you know i didn’t invite you in here to actually ‘talk’ right?” as you said those words eren mumbled out a thank god before smashing his lips into yours. ‘strawberry lipgloss’ he thought to himself as he ran his tongue over your glossed up bottom lip.

eren has slipped your robe off your shoulders leaving you in only a pastel pink thong that was practically getting swallowed by your pussy. eren leant down and wrapped his lips around your pierced nipple, moaning around the bud. you were so wrapped in the pleasure you hadn’t even noticed eren had carried you to your california king bed, setting you down ever so gently. in a flash he had yanked your thong off and attached his lips to your soaked pussy.

eren had made you cum two times on his skillful tongue before you were yanking him up by his hair much to his dismay. “we can eat my pussy another time, i need your dick now,” you brought your pedicured foot to the bulge in his jeans and pressed down on it making him groan. “fuck okay you got a condom?” he asked undoing the button and zipper on his pants. you reached under your pillow and pulled a condom, a sly smile on your face.

eren plucked the condom from your hand letting out a tiny chuckle, “oh so you knew you were getting laid tonight?” you giggled giving him a quick nod. “i just didn’t know it was gonna be by my new favorite actor!” you giggled which turned into a squeak when you felt eren’s fat tip tap against your puffy clit. eren ran his dick between your folds before slowly sliding in, “fuuuck,” he groaned, his hand finding purchase on your pretty neck that was decorated w diamond necklaces. after adjusting to his size eren began to move, “m’your new favorite actor huh?” he chuckled throwing your thighs over his shoulders.

you let out a tiny ‘mhm!’ as you grasped onto his shoulders for dear life. eren captured your lips in a nasty kiss, moaning at the way your pretty little pussy gripped him like a vice. “hmm maybe i’ll bring you to my next movie premiere yeah? you can be my cute lil date?” eren pulled out until only the tip was in before slamming his hips back down nearly knocking the breath out of you. “yesss please w-wanna be your date so—ah! bad,” tears were now brimming your pretty brown eyes and it only encouraged eren to pick up the pace of his thrusts.

“s-shit open your mouth,” before you could even comprehend what he said eren brought his thumb to your lips and forced them apart before spitting in your mouth. you swallowed it happily and even stuck your tongue out to show eren—now that had his hips stuttering and his arms feeling wobbly. “m’gonna cum you close bunny?” you nodded your head feverishly your back arching up.

you and eren came together in a fit of groans from him and high pitched moans from yourself. while you were still trying to recover from you earth shattering orgasm eren was eyeing the pretty pink bunny ears that were on your bed side dresser. he reached over to grab them and unintentionally pushed his dick further into your weeping pussy causing you to let out a tiny whimper. “why didn’t you wear these bunny?” he asked holding the bunny ears in front of your fucked out face.

“i didn’t want them to get wet while i was in the champagne glass,” you laughed plucking them from his fingers, “but….i can wear them for you.” you both felt eren’s dick twitch at your words and that’s when you knew you had your answer. “you got anymore condoms?” he asked pulling out to remove the one he was wearing. you gave him a devilish grin and reached under your pillow to pull out yet another condom, “i always keep a second one under because no man can ever go just one round with me and there’s even more in my drawer.” fuck you were gonna be the death of him.

to make a long story short you and eren fucked till the sun came up and you had to postpone your photo shoot the next day bc you could barely even stand on your legs. eren made sure to leave you his number when he left and it didn’t take you long to text him and ask when you could see him again <333

#eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren yeager #snk eren #snk smut #aot imagine

[queerica]

makeup trend archive: bunny tongue colored lips🐇

[sept - nov 2023]

details: this very specific shade of a peachy pink lip gloss that is reminiscent of a bunny tongue

#here i analyze how makeup trends change and document it because i’m a freak #makeup archive #makeup trend archive #fashion #makeup #girl blogger #it girl #girlblogging #beauty #makeup trends #dolette #dolette moodboard #coquette aesthetic #coquette #coqette #pink aesthetic #pinkcore #pink moodboard #bunny #bunny girl #bunny tongue #moodboard #chinese #chinese beauty #c beauty #k beauty #korean #lip gloss #lipstick #princess

[laufyko]

— that’s because they like you!

// crack fluff, hidden inventory arc, inspired by this vt, (heavily) implied fem reader but they/them pronouns used, implied satosugu??, satoru being a little shit (affectionate). 1.1k words.

“stop. touching. my. stuff!” you repeated and hissed in annoyance when satoru tried to take the bunny plushie you just bought, trying to ruin it with an aggressive ruffle. again!

with an intense glare, you took the plushie away from his grasp and hit his wrist—which he couldn't control very well—earning a fake, pitiful whine from him, and a soft giggle from shoko.

suguru, on the other hand, scoffed. “satoru, c’mon. you know how scary they could be when you kept pushing their buttons.” he crossed his arms as he watched another repetitive argument between you and satoru.

satoru frowned, sticking out his tongue mockingly before letting go of your plushie as he holds the wrist that you hit too hard. he moved a bit closer to sit next to suguru.

and to avoid you if you decided to give him a sudden, unreasonable tantrum.

“why are you so mean to everyone?” he asked with a whiny voice, almost rolling his eyes.

seeing how satoru treated you, you stick out your tongue at him in return, wanting to reply: “because you’re an asshole.” but before you could utter any words, shoko suddenly took your plushie away from your grip.

oh the way your furrowed eyebrows softened.

satoru clicked his tongue at the sudden change of your sour expression, while suguru is smiling again with his eyes closed, tapping satoru’s shoulder playfully.

you’re no more than a pathetic lovesick when it comes to shoko ieiri, it seems.

“but they’ve never been mean to me,” she hummed with a cigarette dangling on her pinkish lips. you notice it was the lip gloss you gave to her a few weeks ago—right on her birthday.

she leaned right next to your shoulder, comfortably letting her head pressed against your shoulder blade. she stared right into satoru’s blue irises, shrugging. “i don’t get it.”

the thought made a small smile subconsciously curled on your lips, your eyes shifted elsewhere. your head leaned against shoko’s, not minding the sudden physical closeness—despite the throbbing, almost painful feelings inside of your chest.

satoru sneered, an obvious annoyance was represented in his expression. “blah blah blah,” he snided, crossing his arms, “that’s because they like y—”

…

oh! well…

suguru had his hands wrapped tightly against satoru’s mouth, his smile wide and awkward. your head slowly twisted towards him, flabbergasted at what he just said so directly.

while shoko is just… confused. “what…?” her brown eyes flickering toward you and satoru.

your teeth gritted, staring at satoru with wide, shocked eyes. “you—” your voice cracked, turning your head to see shoko’s reaction swiftly, before moving a bit closer to satoru to grab his collar, “why would you say it in front of—!”

satoru gasps as he forces suguru’s hand away from his mouth, both shocked and panicked—just the same like you. it’s almost funny.

“i— i don’t know! it just came out!!” he exclaimed, now trying to escape your aggressive grasp.

shoko, on the other hand, blinking at the sight she just witnessed. her typical grin was now back on her lips as a small laugh escaped her throat. “wait, so you do like me?”

“NO!” both of you screamed, absolutely not calming down at the question. “no, of course not! i’m just kidding, right? that’s not true—”

“WHAT? that IS true!” you countered, your voice was full of confidence, but you realized.

you are EVEN worse than satoru.

you groaned in frustration loudly, practically choking satoru in the process. he yelped, with suguru trying to force your grasp away from satoru’s poor neck.

that surely will leave an unpleasant mark, if estimated by your strength.

shoko couldn’t help but giggle at the newly discovered sight of you. you were usually so stoic around her, so it’s a new thing for her to see you so embarrassed. and oh, is that a pink tint around your cheeks?

it’s adorable. she wanted to squeeze them.

you were obviously too carried away by the unplanned confession, wishing the gods to kill you already. you shook satoru by his neck, begging suguru to finish you off with his cursed technique.

yet instead, you were greeted by a hand hitting you hard on your back.

it wasn’t satoru’s nor suguru’s.

then it must be…

“okay, you can stop now.” …of course, it was shoko.

she had her own way of calming your nerves, somehow.

or was it because of her touches?

your grasp loosened from satoru’s neck, leaving him breathless and slumped into suguru’s open arms.

an ashamed sigh left your lips as your head then turned toward her, a small frown formed on your lips. you had your hands, knuckled tightly, on your lap, and you were silent for a few minutes. your gaze fixed on the ground—as if waiting for shoko to say something.

but she said nothing. well, here it goes.

“i…” you started, taking a deep breath. “i’m… sorry. did the confession make you uncomfortable?”

you were expecting an enthusiastic or even mad ‘yes’, but no. she tried to make an eye contact with you.

“nah,” she shrugged, moving her body closer toward yours, “i’m just confused. i thought you liked satoru.”

“… ew.” the word was said with disgust by you and satoru at the same time, making shoko’s eyes wide by the coincidence, totally forgetting you two shared the same brain cell.

she sighed, her grin faded into a soft smile. her hand moved to cover your knuckles, rubbing it gently. “i’m glad, though.”

“—‘cause i like you too.”

mhm. the way they rolled off her tongue.

it’s so sickly sweet. like a honey. no, maybe even sweeter than honey.

and for the first time in your life, you felt something weird. something like those stereotyped highschool girls when their confession got accepted by their crush.

your face hot, your throat tight, your heart pounded, your chest ached, your stomach felt ticklish. yet it didn’t feel so bad.

shoko laughed again, and gods. did it make you want to do things.

a pointed finger was now on your chin, forcing you to raise your face so she could see your flushed cheeks. “so, does this mean we’re official?” she inquired, tilting her head.

your wanted to reply, you wanted to answer her, but fuck it you can’t.

so you just nodded, with a big, stupid smile on your face. shoko did the same, too.

satoru grinned, glancing at suguru, back to the new couple in front of them. he clapped his hand loudly, catching both of your attention. deep down, he felt like a proud big brother.

“well, congrats! so that means i can tell shoko about our midnight calls where you thought she didn’t like you and—”

“GOJO FUCKING SATORU.”

(a/n: im goin to ghost yall again for months goodbyw)

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #shoko #shoko ieiri #shoko x reader #shoko x you #jujutsu shoko #jjk shoko #jujutsu kaisen shoko #gender neutral reader #fem reader

[bibiwrld]

Modern Anakin Skywalker!— Halloween Party!

Pairing: Possessive/Jealous best friend Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Author’s note: Sydnee from Nerdy loser Anakin!will be used for this fic. A totally different Anakin, not nerdy loser Anakin. Saw @queenie-official’s post about this idea.

Content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI. Jealousy, possessiveness, confessions, smut.

“He’s never on time.” Sydnee mumbled to herself as she looked into the bathroom mirror, applying lipgloss to her plump, two toned lips.

Anakin was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. He was the one who wanted to go to this party and literally begged Sydnee to come along. She would rather stay in her dorm and watch horror movies with him that night. But no, he wanted to go to a Halloween costume party that had a couples costume contest, and Anakin was so damn competitive, he not only wanted to just party, but also win this contest. He brainstormed costume ideas for him and Sydnee for days until they decided on Hugh Hefner and a Playboy bunny.

There was a knock at her door, she knew it was Anakin.

“Come in, Ani!” She wiped the corners of her mouth from any extra gloss.

“Are you ready?!” He walked into her dorm with a fake pipe in his mouth and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his red and black velvet robe. “I already put our names down for this contest, we have to go.”

She rolled her eyes and fluffed her hair, turning around to walk out the bathroom, her heels clicking with every step.

“You’re the one who’s late and you’re rushing me?” She stood behind Anakin, whose back was turned to her.

He turned around and his eyes went wide. “It’s just 15 minu— wow.”

“Do I look weird?” She put her hands behind her back shyly.

He blinked, shaking his head. “N-no, you look amazing, Syd, very beautiful.”

His jaw clenched as he thought about all the guys who were gonna see her like this. It was so unfair, he should be the only one to see her like this.

She smiled brightly at his compliment. “Thanks Ani, you look cute.” She laughed, looking at his costume.

His captain hat slightly tilted on his head, a fake pipe in his hand, a red and black velvet robe with nothing underneath, his bare chest peaking out, black pants and shiny, black dress shoes to finish.

“Thank you, I feel very pimpish.” He smirked.

She chuckled at him. Anakin has always been goofy since they were kids, she doesn’t know how she’d get through elementary school, middle school, high school and now college without him putting a smile on her face.

“Are you ready, my lady?” He put his arm out for her.

She giggled, linking arms with him. “Ready I am, kind sir.”

💋

The place was packed. Sydnee wondered which spoiled rich kid is using their Daddy’s mansion to throw this party.

Everyone wore costumes—dancing, smoking, playing weird frat party games, doing some hard drugs, and others doing God knows what.

The music wasn’t too loud, making it easier for everyone to hear each other.

“Woah, Syd, you look fucking h—” One of Anakin’s buddies, dressed as Elvis, walked to the pair who were linked to each other ther by their arms.

Anakin stepped in front of Sydnee, unlinking their arms. “Move around.” His glare was enough for his friend to get the message and quickly shuffle away.

“Anakin.” She angrily pouted, being hidden behind his broad frame. “Stop scaring people, it’s a party.”

He turned around to her. “Yeah, well everyone is looking at you.” He placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her to a wall where some girls were dancing.

“Everyone’s looking at everyone, it’s a costume party.” She put a hand on her hip as she looked up at him.

She looked too cute, he couldn’t take her seriously when she was angry.

“No, everyone’s looking at you because they want to fu—” He bit his tongue, stopping himself from speaking any further. “I’m gonna get us some drinks, don’t move.”

“Yeah, Dad.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

He shook his head and smiled, walking into the swarm of people, the music getting louder with each step he took.

It wasn’t really a surprise that there was an actual bartender at this party, the guy who’s throwing the party is fucking loaded.

Making eye contact with the bartender, Anakin told him his order. “Two green apple vodkas.”

As Anakin waited for the drinks, where Sydnee was, the music was loud and she couldn’t help but to dance.

“Walk in that bih with that Louis V, she said she wish there two of me.” Blared loudly through speakers as Sydnee’s hips rocked side to side.

There must’ve been a professional DJ at the party, because they were playing hit after hit.

The girls that Sydnee stood by, hyped her up as she danced erotically, feeling all on herself, whipping her hair all over.

“H-Hey!” A guy dressed as Wybie from Coraline said over the music.

Sydnee stopped dancing, turning around to the guy. She smiled. “Uh hi, nice costume.” She backed up, looking at this costume. “Wybie?”

He smirked. “Yeah, Playboy bunny?”

Nodding with a smile she answered. “Yeah.”

“It looks really nice on you.” He took a sip from his cup, eyeing her down.

Anakin finally got 2 cans of green apple vodka. It felt like he spent forever at the bar.

“Anakin, my guy!” Another one of his friends, dressed up as Western Ken.

Anakin groaned, facing his friend. He wanted to hurry up and get back to Sydnee, he didn’t like leaving her alone for too long. “Hey, Tristan.”

“Sick costume, Sydnee’s the bunny right?”

“Yeah.” He replied dryly.

‘Dammit, has everyone seen her?!’

“Oh, I figured that was her, I just saw her talking to some guy dres—”

All Anakin heard was ‘talking to some guy’ and he was gone.

He spotted the pair by the wall where he left her, conversing. The guy was way too close and Sydnee was grinning from ear to ear at whatever he was saying to her.

“Oh, I’m Liam by the—”

Anakin grabbed Sydnee’s arm, switching places with her. “She doesn’t care.” He handed her the canned vodkas.

“Anakin.” She quietly warned him, looking at the cans, then back up at him.

“Oh..hi?” Liam greeted awkwardly. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t.” Sydnee answered. “He’s my best friend.”

Anakin’s glare was enough to make the earth open up beneath them. But she was right, he was her best friend, always has been.

“Oh, nice to meet you, I’m Li—”

“I don’t care.” Anakin gritted harshly.

Liam was rather uncomfortable. “I think I’m gonna go now.”

“Anakin, why did you do that?” Sydnee watched Liam walk away, then turned back to Anakin with a look of disbelief.

“You didn’t have to smile so much in his face.” He spat, towering over her. “It looked like you almost enjoyed talking to him.”

Her brows furrowed. “I kinda did, he seemed nice.”

His jaw clenched, then unclenched as he opened his mouth. “You weren’t planning to hook up with him, right?”

Shocked at his question, she replied quickly. “Oh my God, no, no, no.”

He sighed in relief. She was better than that, he knew that, but jealousy made him such a nasty person.

“I should go apologize to him.”

He grabbed her arm. “No.”

She looked at where his arm held her, then averted her gaze up to his face. “What do you mean ‘no’ ?”

“Sydnee.” He breathed out, clearly frustrated.

“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this, like I really don’t get it!” Her hair bounced as she argued.

His nose flared, getting closer to her. “You wanna know why I’m acting like this?! It’s because I’m fucking in love with you, Sydnee!”

The music suddenly stopped, everyone stopped dancing, trying to figure out what happened to the music.

Her lips parted, looking at Anakin with wide eyes. “What?” Her voice was soft.

He released her arm and his body stiffened and his plump lips formed into a straight line as he realized what he just admitted. “I-I–didn’t—”

A bright, white light shone from the top of staircase, landing on Anakin and Sydnee, blinding them as they put their hands over their faces. Everyone looked at the pair.

“Anakin and Sydnee!” The guy who threw party said over a mic, standing at the top of the stairs. “Come on up!”

They both stayed silent, walking up the stairs side by side.

A few other names were called and they all lined up at the top of the stairs.

Both Anakin and Sydnee’s hearts were racing. What were they both gonna say to each other after this?

“And the winners for the couples costume contest are…ANAKIN AND SYDNEE!”

Everyone cheered, clapping and smiling at the two.

Neither Anakin or Sydnee could crack a smile, as their minds raced.

“Here you go man, 2 thousand.” The guy with the mic put a rolled up paper bag with money in Anakin’s hand and walked off. “The other competitors get nothing, there’s no room for second or third, only winners!”

The crowd made noise, but was soon drowned out by the music that turned back on.

Anakin hurriedly walked down the stairs, still thinking about how he completely embarrassed himself by what he admitted to Sydnee.

Sydnee followed after him, abandoning the canned vodkas on a random table. “Anakin!”

He ignored her calls, walking out the house and to his car.

“Anakin!” She grabbed onto him, making him face her. “Anakin, did you..did you mean it? And don’t lie to me, I know when you’re lying.”

There was a long silence before he could answer. “Yes.”

“When?” She let go of him, wrapping her arms around herself. “When did you start liking me?”

“Sydnee, I don’t want to do this—”

“Please.”

He released a breath. “8th grade.” He leaned back on his car and took off his captain hat and rested the bag of money on top of his car. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, you get that, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah.” Her voice softly replied. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship either.”

“What?” He perked up, lifting his head to look at her.

“I loved you since 9th grade.” Her voice trembled. “I-I was so scared.”

His arms wrapped around her as she sniffled. “Oh, Syd.” His voice softened.

“I just suppressed my feelings, all because I was scared.” She balled up his robe in her fists. “I–”

Anakin leaned down and closed to gap between them. That caught Sydnee off guard, but it didn’t take long for her to kiss back, her hands tangling in his hair.

“An-Anakin.” She pulled away. “Not here.”

He pulled her right back in. “Yes here. I’ve wanted…this..so so long.” He mumbled in between kisses, his hands traveling to her waist, holding it firmly.

“Me too.” She agreed breathlessly.

💋

The car windows were all winded up, coated with a thick fog.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart.” Anakin moaned, smacking Sydnee’s ass as she rode him in the driver’s seat. “Keep bouncing on my dick like the slutty little bunny you are.”

His voice sent shivers down her spine, encouraging her to keep moving those hips against him.

“I’m cumming again, Ani.” She held her breasts, hips stuttering as she neared her orgasm.

“Fuck, yes, cum.” He gave her body a quick scan before wrapping a slanted arm across her back to her shoulder, and his hand squeezing her ass, clawing at the already ripped pantyhose that he destroy earlier in missionary. “You’re so fucking wet, shit!”

“Anakin!” She slowed her movements, her body quivering.

“Uh uh, who told you that you could stop?” He snapped his hips up to hers and slammed her ass down, making her swallow his entire dick.

She cried out, flopping onto his chest, making him take control.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling himself being sucked into her throbbing core. “No one else, this pussy is for no one else.”

She nodded with her buried in the crook of his neck. “Yes, Ani. J-just for you!”

“Who knew you would’ve saved your virgin pussy for me, hm?” He teased with a crooked smile.

“Y-you’re a virgin..t-too.” Her voice trembled.

“Well not anymore, baby, saved mine just for you too.” He pecked her cheek and went right back to abusing her hole. “Do you kn-know– how it feels…w-watch—fuck!— watching you t-talk to other guys, hm?” He whispered directly into her ear, quickening his pace. “It pisses me the fuck off.”

Sydnee only made nosies, clenching around his thickness.

“Say sorry, say sorry for talking to other guys.” He drilled into her, getting closer to his own orgasm.

Sydnee only groaned out, not being able to form words.

He chuckled lowly. “How cute, you’re so cock dumb you can’t even answer. What an idiot, just taking my dick and moaning lik–like a whore, so fucking hot.”

He was right there. “I’m gonna cum!” His thrusts got shorter and harsher, holding onto Sydnee for dear life.

With a few more nasty thrusts, he snapped, emptying his throbbing balls inside of her warm hole.

“Oh fuck!” His nails dug into the sides of her hips, drool running down the corner of his mouth.

“A-Ani, so much.” She felt so full of him. She tried getting up, but his arms stayed securely around her.

“D-don’t move, let’s just st-stay like this for a minute.” He strained out with closed eyes.

She smiled gently and rested her head on his shoulder. “Okay, Ani.”

💋

#my works💌🌷 #anakin smut #jealous Anakin #possessive Anakin #anakin skywalker smut #college anakin skywalker #best friend anakin #black fem oc #star wars anakin #sw anakin #college anakin #anakin skywalker fanfiction #hayden christensen #modern anakin #modern anakin skywalker

[heartfullofleeches]

I just had the best idea for the cafe . What if Saber put on a maid dress (so he’s a cat maid) to seduce reader but Clyde/Spot gets jelly and put a bunny girl outfit on (because he a bunny) to seduce the reader

"Care for some milk tea, master~?" Saber purrs, leaning on your shoulder as he holds up a glass. The bells on his headband ring as he bumps against you: laping up the soft laughter you expel as its ruffles tickle your cheek. His left leg is thrown over your lap, skirt wrapped modestly around his stocking clad thigh. His tongue darts over his glossed lips as you place your lips around the bitten straw.

This was his best idea by far - and he didn't even think of it to begin with. Some lingerie store paid him to model a few of their latest items, and after a few more than savory comments, a light bulb struck. As soon as the shoot was over, Saber made a quick purchase and a beeline to the cafe to marvelous success. You complemented him on the dress. Even going so far as to call him your "pretty kitten" which rotted whatever common sense he had left. You may not have realized, but you were playing more attention to the needy cat which was the end game he had always hoped to achieve. As far as he could see, there were no faults in his plan. Not a single one.

"I'm h-here for my appointment?"

Clyde looks around the cafe as the Hostess checks for his name. Others have never really noticed him except for when he's with you, but he felt like everyone was staring at him. He hugs his coat tighter to his chest as the host welcomes him and leads him towards the back area. His face grows as red as the objects causing his blight as his heels click against the paneled floor.

"Am I really going to do this?" The question rattles in his mind like its the only thought he's ever known. This was such a pathetic attempt at getting you to notice him, but seeing you cradle Saber in the main area made something in him snap. It was either this, or snapping the cat's neck and for everyone's sake only one path could be taken. He sighs as he settles into his seat, the coat rising against the skin of his long legs. He pinches the fishnets as they bite his flesh.

"Y/n will be with you in a minute. Take care."

"T-thank you..." The anxious smile on his face drops the second they're gone. Clyde gets up from his seat, quietly exiting the room and following the sound of your voice to the neighboring door. Your joy both raises his spirits and beats them into the ground. He tries the handle, door opening with no restraint. Figures- No matter how clingy he is, Saber is still his prideful self. Lips nearing yours form a scowl as the intruder enters the room.

"What the fuck are you doing here, rabbit? I still have three minutes" Saber snatches. Clyde ignores him and locks the door. He grips the shoulders of his coat.

"M-master.... I love you. Far more than he does. I may not be high classed, but I'm still useful to you and willing to let you do whatever you want to prove that I'm yours so please... don't throw me away."

Clyde peals the coat from his body. Underneath the heavy jacket lie a black bathing suit and fishnet stalkings. A pair of red heels give the already tall rabbit a four inch height boost. He wears cuffs around his wrists and one beneath the collar he bought for himself. A bow is tied to his left ear, the appendage itself folded. He grips one arm, forearm cradled beneath his chest.

"H-how do I look? Am I cuter than him? Call me your pretty rabbit... That's all I want to be."

#Cafe tag #yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere x you #yandere hybrid #sub yandere #yandere drabble #yandere x y/n #soft yandere