#but your anons fucking suck and i hate them so much

[nyonyen]

PUPPY DOG EYES

dog!randal ivory x cat!gn!reader | AO3 ᴛᴀɢs: hybrids, established relationship, suggestive fluff, pet names, scratching, play-fighting ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ: a sweet anon (🧛🏽‍♀️) will most likely do a p2 with smut if ppl are interested!

Randal lays on the sofa, stretching his frame the entire length with no regard to your comfort, “What ya watching, (Y/N)?”

You smile as his tail wags, hitting your leg roughly, “Just some Russian thing Nyon left on, I’m not sure…”

“In that case,” he flips onto his back, his yaeba fang glinting as he grins, “You wanna play a fun game?

Your whiskers twitch unconsciously, “Your last game ended up with half of my tail getting caught in the AC vent…”

“Oh, come on!” Randal cocks his head, smiling with faux innocence, “It’s only pin-the-tail-on-the-donkeyperson, don’t you just looove that game, pet?”

“Ugh, you know I hate that name!” You huff, thwacking him in the head with the remote. “Let’s just watch this, how about that?”

He grumbles, somewhat relenting, “You’re such a… what did Luther call it? Spoilsport! Party pooper!”

Ignoring him, you opt to turn up the volume. The droning foreign language and dated slapstick humor seem only to make Randal more determined— pushing him to grab the remote from your hands with his mouth, “No more Russki anime for you!”

“What the fuck, that’s gross!” You can’t help but let out a giggle as he shakes his head rapidly like the dogperson he was, growling with vigor. “You’re slobbering, ew!”

“And?” He crawls off you quickly, opting to crouch animalistically on the carpet, “What’re you gonna do about it, kitty-kat?”

So this is the kind of game he wants to play, huh?

You hop off the couch as well, stalking him with a smile playing upon your lips, “You’re in for it, mutt.”

Randal squints at the term you use for him, pleased with how easily you’re playing into his hand. He mirrors your movements, circling the coffee table as if it were a sumo match beginning. You squint back, your claws subconsciously flexing. You’re hyper-aware of how his tongue darts to lick his bottom lip— he was always so fascinated by them.

“Starting to think this isn’t even about the remote anymore, kuku…” Randal whispers as the circle closes in slowly.

You don’t grace him with a response as you finally lunge at him from across the table— pinning him to the floor. He scrambles as your nails dig into his shoulders through the fabric of his gakuran. Baring his teeth in retaliation, you press even harder into his flesh— much to his delight.

“Who knew you were such a bad kitty?”

“Do you ever shut up, Ran?” You lean close, your breath almost fogging up his glasses.

Randal’s wild eyes sparkle even more as you lick a stripe up his cheek— you feel the way his chest rumbles with satisfaction. You’d call it a purr if you didn’t know any better. You knew you had more or less ‘free roam’ of your boyfriend, with the catmen and their master out on the town. This was something you fantasized about often— finally getting the upper hand in your scuffles.

He manages to squirm a bit more out of your grasp, breaking you from your confidence-induced reverie, “Stay still and let me taste you a bit more… I know you like it, baby.”

You kiss gently at the corner of his lips as the entirety of his body vibrates from your rough affection. His silence was an unexpected bonus, as you had mentally prepared for his antics to continue. Your tongue slips between his lips, and he bids you entry easily. Randal sucks on your tongue almost instantly, desperate for even this small amount of dominance on his end.

Shutting this down with a scratch down his shoulder, he chokes out a muffled moan against your mouth. You pull back slowly from the kiss, leaving him panting unceremoniously. Watching him with lidded eyes, you suddenly spit on his outstretched tongue. Moaning again, he swallows without question.

“Good boy,” you whisper, antagonizing him further. “Know any other tricks to impress me?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” Randal chuckles again, albeit with more bated breath, “As long as you keep those cute claws in me.”

#randal ivory x reader #ranfren x reader #✎

[seokgyuu]

You might have a thing for Seokmin’s hands. Seokmin, your best friend. Who you definitely do not see as anything else! Really. Not at all! And he obviously doesn’t see you as anything else either. Like, for real! … Right?

Pairing: Seokmin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Best friends to lovers, Smut (MDNI!).

Requested: yes, thanks sweet anon!!

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: Going through my requests right now and this one stuck out because I too love Seokmin’s hands. I mean… look at them!! Thanks for the request lovely anon and sorry that it took literal months for me to finish this (yikes).

tagging: @wongyuseokie, @the-boy-meets-evil, @multi-kpop-fanfics, @onlyseokmins, @dkakapizzaboy, @honeykyeom, @drunk-on-dk, @cheolism, @wooahaeproductions <3 just because i want to, hihi.

Smut Warnings under the cut!

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), finger sucking, fingering, dirty talk

In your many years on this planet most of these have been spent being best friends with Lee Seokmin. 

At this point you probably knew him better than he knew himself and vice versa. There was nothing the two of you didn’t share, sometimes being mistaken for a couple when in reality all you feel for each other is nothing but platonic admiration. You love each other, but platonically! You sleep in each other's arms most nights, but platonically! Sometimes you wish he would hold you a little tighter and sometimes he wishes he could touch you in places he shouldn’t, but it is all, of course, platonically!

In fact, your relationship is so platonic that you are currently holding your beloved vibrator to your throbbing clit staring at a picture of his hands. His beautiful hands, his long fingers graced by rings you had gifted him because, fuck, did you love seeing him with jewellery you had given him. Especially rings. 

The high you’re craving as much as you feel guilty is nearing and you arch your back, hips chasing the feeling of the vibrations on your bundle of nerves - and when the thought of Seokmin above you with his fingers fucking you open, rings on and all, occupies your mind once more, not leaving any space for a guilty conscience, you finally come undone. You sigh his name over and over, riding out your orgasm and once your vibrator is off and your panties are back in place, you slowly start to realize what you’ve just done. Again. How many times have you told yourself you wouldn’t do this again? How many times have you sworn that Seokmin was your best friend and nothing else? 

Best friends don’t think about the other when they get off. Best friends don’t crave the other’s touch when they aren’t around. Best friends don’t want to get finger-fucked by the other! 

Maybe, you think, you aren’t Seokmin’s best friend after all because all of these points apply to you. With a groan you lock your phone and swing your legs off the bed, still feeling a bit dizzy from your orgasm. Just when you are about to head to the bathroom, you hear knocks on your front door. 

Frowning, you look at the clock hanging on the wall across from you. It’s one o’clock in the morning, who would ever- another knock. More vehemently this time. You blink a few times, not even registering that you’re wearing nothing but one of Seokmin’s shirts and your panties when you open the door. 

Glossy brown eyes look at you, reddened cheeks and lips on the face you think about more than you should. 

“Seokmin?!” 

“You’re- you’re wearing my shirt.”

He is inside your apartment with the door closed behind you in mere seconds. His hands somehow landed on your waist and you are now stuck between him and the cold wall, your eyes big and round looking up at him.

“What are you doing here, what- what’s going on?”

“I kissed someone,” he breathes and you hate that the words make your heart drop, “I kissed this girl when I was at a club with Mingyu and- fuck, I kissed her and I somehow realized that I don’t want to kiss her.”

“Okay, that’s okay, Seok. You stopped kissing her then, right?”

When he shakes his head, you feel another pang of pain inside your chest.

“I kissed her some more, she asked me to go home with her and I was already on my way out, ready to get into the cab and let her take me to her place, but…”

The way he looks at you, the way his fingers dig into your skin. He doesn’t say it, and you don’t want to ask. 

“You’re drunk.” You somehow stumble out, freeing yourself from his grasp and instead walking over to the kitchen, to get your best friend some water.

“I didn’t even drink that much.” You hear the pout before you see it, turning around to face him, your eyes settling on his body leaning against the doorframe. 

“You should still drink some water, Seok, alright?”

He doesn’t try to stop you when you hand him the glass and he even takes two big sips before putting it down.

“Why didn’t you call before you came here?” You ask then, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Phone’s dead.” He explains and you sigh, pulling a hand over your face.

“So, you didn’t tell Soonyoung you’re not coming home tonight?”

“I-,” Seokmin starts but then realizes he, in fact, hadn't told his roommate he was going to be gone for the night. 

“Lee Seokmin,” you shake your head at him, “get my phone from my room and text him, I bet he’s dying of worry right now. You know how he is.”

As much as Seokmin wishes it wasn’t true - it is. Soonyoung his (other) best friend and roommate is overbearing as much as he is kind. Pouting once more, he turns around to walk into your bedroom, seeing your phone laying on top of your bed. For a split second he feels guilty - had he woken you up? Gnawing on his bottom lip, he rids himself of his coat and hangs it over your desk chair, also taking off his shoes in the process and putting them next to yours by the closet, before finally grabbing your phone and unlocking it with the code he just so happens to know. 

He stops in his steps. Stares at the screen. Then, he blinks a few times and feels his body react right away. Electricity shoots through him and explanations as of why he is seeing what he’s seeing, explanations that have his stomach flip and his heart triple in speed, that have his imagination go wilder than he’d usually allow himself around you.

“Y/N.”

“Did you not find it?” You call back from the kitchen, getting out a pot to make some late night ramen, only to turn around and look at him and feel your face fall. He is holding your phone up for you to see the screen, his zoomed in hands still on your display. Fuck. 

Coming up with an explanation as of why the fuck his hands are on your screen at almost 2 o’clock in the morning leaves your brain blank. There is only so much you can say that isn’t totally weird - and even then, it still is. 

But something about the way Seokmin is looking at you isn’t even allowing you to open your mouth and stutter out a lame excuse. 

“I want you to be honest with me,” he begins calmly, slowly walking over to you now, “why are my hands zoomed in on your phone screen in the middle of the night, darling?”

The pet name bolts through you and leaves your brain even more blank. Suddenly, you don’t know how to speak, how to think. Yet, Seokmin seems to know that he caught you in something he didn’t even know it was possible to find you in. 

“Y/N, be honest,” he repeats when he is back in front of you, when you’re caged in between him and the kitchen counter, when all that’s between you is the little space he has left, “do you have a thing for my hands?”

Shit. He’s so close now, your phone discarded on the counter next to you and you still don’t remember how to speak. It’s stupid, you know it is, he’s probably just teasing you, just trying to get a reaction out of you before he laughs it off. 

Just that he doesn’t. 

Seokmin doesn’t move, instead he comes closer, one of his insanely pretty hands softly grabbing your chin, turning your head to make you look straight up at him. God, his eyes are sparkling. Everything about him seems to be sparkling. 

“Answer me, love.”

You wish you could, really. But your mouth is dry and your body is burning and all you can focus on is the hand on your face. So, instead of verbally answering you, very slowly, nod. The smug smile that spreads on Seokmin’s face is something no one could have prepared you for. 

“Interesting. Let’s see.” He moves his hand up just slightly, thumb brushing against your lips and you can’t help but drop open your mouth, sucking it right into your wet heat. The moan that escapes him catches both of you by surprise and has you pressing your thighs together. Seokmin doesn’t speak, he just looks at you, letting you suck in his thumb with wide eyes that have his cock twitching wildly in his pants. 

He begins thrusting his thumb into your mouth, saliva building up and beginning to trickle down out of the corners of your lips, his eyes glued on your face. When you begin to swirl your tongue around him, he breathes out a strained sigh, quickly replacing his thumb with is middle and index finger. 

Now it’s you who’s moaning. How many nights had you stayed awake with your fingers inside your cunt, with your vibrator against your clit, with you humping your pillow, imagining exactly this. Sucking on his finger’s as he fucked you senseless with either his other hand or his cock. 

“Fuck, baby, you really do have a thing for my hands,” he mutters, perhaps even more to himself than you and he instructs you to suck on them, his free hand sneaking around you, pressing you against him flat on your ass. 

Nothing has ever been as much of a turn on as this. Seokmin’s fingers in your mouth, his other hand squeezing your ass as he is very obviously rubbing himself against you, his erection visible through his pants and hard to miss against your lower stomach. He doesn’t speak for a while, just enjoying the feeling of having all the power over you, something he had never thought possible, bathing in the knowledge you want him just as much as he wants you. 

When he deems it enough, he pulls his fingers out, thick saliva connecting them to your red lips and he groans at the sight, quickly bringing the fingers down and straight to where you need them the most. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t tease, instead he slips his hand into your folds and feels them, coating the two fingers he just pulled out of your mouth in your juices, reveling in your small noises. 

“Want them inside of you, don’t you, baby girl? Want me to fuck you with them?” 

It’s merely a whisper coming out of his mouth and you whimper, nodding your head yes once more, Seokmin chuckling as he leans forward, his breath hitting your face.

“Need you to use your words, okay?” He says, lips touching your cheek and you swallow hard, hips bucking to meet his fingers.

“I-,” you stutter, “I, f-fuck, Seokmin, please-,”

“Please what, darling?”

“Pl-please p-put them i-inside,” you cry out, your hands gripping the material of his shirt, eyes begging him to do as you asked. 

“God, you’re so desperate, might just make me cum in my pants. Gonna fuck your pretty pussy with my hands while you’re wearing my shirt, fuck,” his voice is breathy against your ear and you’re just about to beg him again, when he finally does what you’ve been dreaming about for years. 

The second he breaches your hole, you already feel like the gates of heaven just opened up for you. His fingers are like the drug you knew you’d get addicted to once you’ve got a taste of them and the second they are fully inside you, you fear nothing will ever come close again. Your body reacts by shaking uncontrollably, your pussy sucking him in as far as possible, Seokmin’s moans in your ear the sweetest sounds you’ve ever heard. As his fingers begin to thrust inside of you, his lips begin to kiss your neck, up to your cheek and finally your lips, both of you sighing in relief when you finally take one step further. Because somehow this is more intimate than his fingers fucking you. 

This could have easily been mistaken as a tipsy Seokmin helping his best friend blowing off steam by finally giving into her desire for him, but the second he kisses you both of you know this is going to be so much more. 

Your arms move to wrap around his neck as you spread your legs further for him, giving him better access and more room to move his hand as he continues his thrusts, your whimpers against his lips skilfully getting caught by his tongue.

“So fucking wet and tight, such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He mumbles against your mouth and you nod, pulling him closer, lips back on his to begin yet another heated kiss. The two of you make out, one of your legs around his waist as he picks up his speed, thumb finding your clit no problem, causing you to arch your back and pant into the kiss.

“Seok- so- so close!” You cry out and he chuckles again, kissing down your neck, sucking harshly on your skin as he pulls his fingers out only to come back with one more. 

Three fingers fuck you open for more, your moans getting louder, fingers digging into his nape as you chase his fingers with your hips, tears behind your eyes threatening to spill because of how fucking turned on you were. You’re dripping down his fingers, down your thighs, your panties shoved to the side by him, probably cutting into his fingers, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“Yeah? Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Cum on my fingers? How long have you wanted this, hm? How long have you dreamt of my fingers fucking you until you make them drip in your cum?”

His dirty words are so out of character for your usually so bright and sweet best friend, but they do their job perfectly. Accompanying your whines is your pussy clenching around him repeatedly, throbbing against his fingers and Seokmin really thinks he could shoot his load just from this. 

“Faster, pl-please!” Your hips are moving at rapid speed and Seokmin meets your efforts, thumb pressing down on your clit and letting his fingers quickly pump in and out of your perfect pussy, already feeling your nearing climax around him. 

When he kisses you again, his tongue finding yours, circling it skilfully and sucking it into his mouth, you feel your orgasm rush over you, cum soaking his whole hand as he fucks you through it, your moans landing right in his hot mouth. 

“That’s it, darling, cum on my fingers, soak them in your cum, show me how good I made you feel, fuck.” 

Tears are rolling down your cheeks, tears of pleasure and happiness, tears of desperation as you ride out your orgasm, almost crying more when he pulls his fingers out of you to lick them clean like a starved man. Your head spins at the visual and you let yourself fall against the counter, sure you could probably count the stars floating around your head currently.

“Delicious, so pretty and delicious.” Seokmin hums when his fingers are out of his mouth and he smiles at you like the soft puppy you know he is. 

“Seokmin…,” you don’t even know what to say, still in awe and still recovering from the best orgasm you’ve ever had. He shushes you, both of his hands on your waist, pulling you into his chest.

“Later, love. Now, I need you to ride my cock, how does that sound?”

Smiling at him you think that nothing had ever sounded sweeter.

#svthub #dokyeom smut #seokmin smut #dokyeom x reader #seokmin x reader #svt smut #seventeen smut #ksmutsociety #svt fanficiton #dokyeom fanfiction #seokmin fanfiction #svt au #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #dokyeom imagine #dokyeom imagines #seokmin imagine #seokmin imagines #seokmin au #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #svt scenarios

[angelltheninth]

YOUUUUU... YOUU.... (　:ﾟ皿ﾟ) YOU'RE THE CULPRIT WHO CAUSED MY EXTREME HSR BRAINROT GRRRRR (/pos)

i loveloveloveloveloveLOOOOOOVE your writing first of all (*σ´ｪ｀)σ

AND SECOND OF ALL THE WAY U WRITE HSR MEN HAS MY TOES CURLING AND CRAMPING. anyways! we need more love for DR RATIO plsplsplsplspslsplspslsspdlshq

i am humbly requesting for headcanons of veritas as a lover (husband) sfw and nsfw pretty pls :3

(can i be 👾 or ⛸️ anon if any of those are available ?? if not, i give u free real estate to pick (ФωФ))

You got me, I'm guilty lol.

Pairing: Veritas Ratio x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, fluff, smut, domestic bliss, eating together, working too much, lazy sex, bathing together

A/N: I'm not smart, I can't do math at all.

Your husband Veritas Ratio wakes up before you and plans his entire day while making sure he leaves enough quality time to spend with you and leave enough time for a good night of rest

Your husband Veritas Ratio looks forward to you visiting him at work and bringing him a meal that you can eat together, he's had enough of those snack bars

Your husband Veritas Ratio always leaves notes around your home, he's organized but it doesn't make any sense to you cause you don't see the patterns he does so to you it's just chaos

Your husband Veritas Ratio mistook his work notebook for your notebook of potential baby names and spent whole day thinking about what a perfect mix of you two might be like, it was that night that you decided to try for a baby

Your husband Veritas Ratio gets carried away with talking about you, he gets carried away with everything so everyone at work knows so much about you now, which he hates but it's his own fault

Your husband Veritas Ratio remembers your anniversary so he can take the whole day off, but for that he worked extra hard the weeks before so he has a lot of stress to fuck out, you better be ready

Your husband Veritas Ratio likes to play a game where mumbles equations in your ear and then wants you to repeat them back to him, for each one you get correct you get an orgasm

Your husband Veritas Ratio blushes pretty easily when you wash his back, he likes to be in the bath with you, not the in his opinion, too soft side it draws from him so he needs to balance it with sucking on your tits while he rapidly moves his fingers in and out of your already wet pussy

Your husband Veritas Ratio spends a lot of time in his study so you get needy, prompting you to suck his cock under said desk until he loses his focus and has to pay attention to his loving wife

Your husband Veritas Ratio never thought he'd go crazy for your small baby bump but there he was, kissing and rubbing it while desperately fucking his cock between your soft, clenched thigh because he doesn't want to risk hurting the growing baby

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #veritas ratio x reader #honkai star rail imagines #hsr imagines #veritas ratio imagines #honkai star rail headcanons #hsr headcanons #veritas ratio headcanons #honkai star rail fluff #hsr fluff #veritas ratio fluff #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #veritas ratio smut #honkai star rail x you #hsr x you #veritas ratio x you #honkai star rail x female reader #hsr x female reader #veritas ratio x female reader #hsr veritas #hsr dr ratio #x female reader

[gremlingottoosilly]

Hi! I loved ur Mafia konig sharing his wife with his friends so uh could you make more pls?

Tysm!!

((Btw I'm :P anon))

Konig who holds you down on his lap so his men could fuck you properly. His large, calloused hands playing and squeezing your tits, making sure your nipples are nice and swollen, covered in his marks. Sucking little hickeys into your neck like you're nothing more but a chewing toy - but at least you're familiar with him already. At least you understand what he wants from you - and you know that he won't hurt you too much, always obeying your limits. He never allows you to stray too far away from him, and at least he gives you a sense of familiarity. The problem is Krueger, forcing his way between your legs. Staring at your wet, trembling pussy like it's the prettiest thing he ever seen - and maybe, it is. Maybe, he really is in love with you - he tells you this sometimes, when he is drunk and when your husband is not around. Krueger is almost soft at those times, pressing his head against yours and smiling at the way you'd always act so damn shy. He already buries deep in your cunt, his fat cock makes you whine every time he slaps his hips against yours - he is always rough when Konig is around. Never allowing his boss to know just how much he loves his wife - although you're pretty sure Konig knows. He just allows his men to love you because it's a really good team-building exercise. He secures theur loyalty through your body - and they love him and you too much for a betrayal. Konig keeps your legs spread on his lap when Krueger finishes, painting your insides white. It seems like your husband doesn't care if his men are trying to breed you - he gives you birth control, of course, but it's still weird to feel something hot and sticky inside, that doesn't belong to the most dangerous criminal in the country. Horangi likes to lick you and suck on your pussy and clit before he can fuck you, so the next few minutes are filled with your moans as you feel his tongue getting to the deepest parts of your precious hole. Horangi is eager to please, always high on your scent and taste - you hate to admit it, but you somehow like the way he fucks you. Always so eager and devoted, he compensates you for the emotional vulnerability that Konig doesn't have. You feel awful for even admitting this, but you enjoy having his closest allies fucking you. You just have to make sure none of them knows this.

#konig x reader #cod #konig #cod x reader #yandere konig #yandere cod #mafia!konig #krueger x reader #horangi x reader

[jhuzen]

work for it [m.reader]

THIRD ONE FOR MY COMPENSATION GOOD GOD. anyway this one ain’t genshin as you can see. this is in celebration of imbibitor lunae, as your numero uno whore, i oFFER ANOTHER QUICKIE, really this took me 30 minutes because i’m so horny after kazuha and neuvillette. loosely based on this brainrot this anon and i fucking convulsed over. you’re also getting a full fic one day IL anon *kissy kiss*,

𖦹 nsfw, dan heng has two cocks, needy dan heng/feng, he’s a little pillow princess and i hate it, desperation, top male reader (tho switch implied)

“So needy…”

Your words were sending him into overdrive, his mind could barely comprehend a single thought that went through him. At this point the only thing Dan Heng could ever make out, though faintly, was the fact that it feels good, and that you were doing him so well.

You took the backseat momentarily. You had greatly underestimated what it meant for your majestic stoic lover to suddenly transform into what seems to be a very… ancient race of draconic humans. A Vidya— whatever.

And to even say that you had greatly underestimated him, would be an understatement in of itself. Because suddenly, your standoffish Dan Heng, whom you’ve clung onto relentlessly (bothering him to no ends that it even frightened Welt, the most patient man in the Express, about how well you’re truly testing Dan Heng’s patience), was suddenly the one clinging to you.

Though it wasn’t overt, but everyone in the Express sees it. Whenever March would pass by with Caelus, whenever Himeko looked up from her possibly fifth coffee for the day, whenever Welt would come to ask something — they could all see how tightly wrapped that long tail of his around your body.

It started off with the familiar subtlety, akin to his very ghostly kisses whenever he’d accidentally dip his head to grab a book from behind you. His tail would wrap around your leg. And as days go by, that very tail would increasingly become much higher, first around your shin, then to your knee, then to your thigh. Until it reached its rightful place, with a tail constantly curled around your waist like a persistent snake.

Don’t even get started on the nights.

Either way — the bottom line in the Express, is that dragons will remain relatively protective across all worlds. The premise is the same. They are the same creatures that look after what they own, protective — even jealous to a fault. Though, to his credit, Dan Heng was able to keep everything within the lines of sheer subtlety. He knew how and when to tone it down, courtesy of his relatively calm life before… his revelation as the high elder of his very… majestic species.

Though, as it stands, it seems that his looming presence and consistent insinuation that you were his wasn’t the only thing that amped up.

And tonight, you’ve truly admitted defeat to the stamina monster that was your draconic lover.

Dan Heng as the Imbibitor Lunae was someone you can only call an insatiable first timer.

He was meek as he relished in your kisses, whimpering and shaking like a frightened prey as he continued to indulge in such affections that you openly showed him. He was helpless in your grasp, only letting out the neediest whines as he continued to try and cover himself despite the fact your hand was already on his fascinating cocks, protruding and standing proud under your sensual touches. Your fingers covered in his previous release as you continued to pump your hand, easily engulfing his shafts that twitched under your grip.

Dan Heng could only writhe as pleasure racked through every inch of his quivering body. And oh, the way you mouth at his sensitive nipples, sucking on them as if your life depended on it, it was enough to leave his mind in complete shambles.

His cries echoed through the room and if anyone could listen, they’d be certain to hear the intimate bliss within the tone of his sweet moans and gasps.

And even you had to share the sheer pleasure as you sunk into him, you watched yourself get swallowed whole by his entrance, and little by little you could feel just how warm his tight walls were, soft and tender, absolutely drenched just from your ministrations.

Within the lusty haze your mind drowned in, you promised yourself to get in a couple of rounds until Dan Heng pleads for no more.

You were the first to tap out.

It could have been the sixth or fifth, but you were done, your body ached for some rest and yet your pretty pillow prince absolutely refused to let you go, with his possessive tail cuffing you into him, letting you continue on with your plans to fucking him into oblivion.

It’s not that you can’t cum anymore, the erotic sight of your lover can keep you going. But the rest of your body that is somehow not your dick cannot keep up with the endless demands. So you figured you’d withdraw the spoiling for now and let Dan Heng work for his next few orgasms while you sit back and relax.

Which leads to the present — you watching in genuine fascination as your poor dragon sobbed and pleaded for you to switch places for him.

“Oh, you do not know how to ride at all.” Your admonishing came out in a purr and you could feel him clench around your cock as he continued to sloppily ride you with the gusto of an inexperienced virgin. And you loved it. There was a certain charm to Dan Heng’s neediness crossing with his absolute ineptness in even finding the right place to hit even with your own throbbing length under his mercy.

Dan Heng was an inexplicable mess, his long hair completely sprawled out through his creamy skin that was laced with a sheen of sweat. Pitiful tears adorned his luminescent eyes that glowed with so much desperation for you. His bottom lip bled with how many times he chewed on it every time he thought he’d reach his climax, only to completely fall flat when he would freeze up and lose the momentum and friction.

“Come on now, love, you’ve done so much~ surely this is a walk in the park for you,” you jested with a teasing grin, a hand interlocked with his and he squeezed yours tight as he started over again — another agonizing round that he cannot cum over.

“P-Please, switch… switch w-with me, I-I need you…” he begged, sobbed even with crocodile tears and all. He placed his hands on your chest, propping himself up, trembling. His nails dug into your flesh as he continued to plead for you while he bobbed his hips up and down in such a sloppy manner.

A smirk graced your lips as you took his hand, pressing the softest and sweetest kisses on his palm and on his knuckles, looking at his eyes that brimmed with more tears with your half-lidded ones.

“But I’m all tuckered out, baby,” you murmured into the palm of his hands, lips trailing into his fingertips with more kisses. “Think after this, we can call it a day?” You prodded with a teasing tone and in an instant, you could feel his walls clench tighter around your cock, an act of defiance, a complete refusal to your tiny suggestion.

“N-No—! W-Want more… I need more…” Dan Heng’s pleas reached your ears like an angel’s cry and you indulged in it.

Your hand found his shafts quick, expertly rubbing through his cocks that throbbed within your ministrations, “Surely this is enough then? You just need to cum, right?” You taunted with a sly grin as you lazily pumped your hand around him.

It would’ve been enough, for anybody.

But not your pillow prince. Dan Heng’s hand quickly grabbed your wrist, stopping your movement. He softly groaned as he fully sat on your lap, your cock buried to the hilt inside him. He shook his head with a vehement rejection, he looked at you with aching need, his hips squirming on yours from feeling so stuffed up.

“N-No…”

“No? But I thought—”

A sob tore from his throat as Dan Heng leaned down, his nose on the crook of your neck, “No,” he parroted with a pitiful yet so very adorable sniffle. “‘S not enough.”

“Not enough?” You parroted with a fake frown.

“Not enough…” He whined. While the tempting bliss of cumming just with your skillful hands was all the more inviting, it didn’t feel right.

It could never feel right if he came without you balls deep inside him. He wanted to feel more of the warmth that you offered every time you painted his walls white, he craved the very sensation of you flooding him with little to no regard for anything else — just breeding him until he somehow magically bends the biological process of a Vidyadhara and gets to carry your children.

You cooed softly, placing a hand on his head and bringing it down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead. He preened at the soft affection as he melted in your touch.

“Such a needy dragon you are,” you laughed before pulling out and swiftly switching positions.

Dan Heng laid on his back, shivering in anticipation while you positioned yourself in between his quivering thighs. Your lips couldn’t help but curl up in smug satisfaction as he looked at you with a feral need to be bred by you, and yet, he only laid there with the expectation that you’ll do most of the work again.

Of course, that wouldn’t do.

You crawled up to him, length brushing against his clenching rim with such demand. You caged him in your arms as you tilted your head with the ever-so present smirk on your pretty face.

“I’m still all too tired, love,” your words caught him off guard, “You gotta help me out a little here.”

His wide-eyed innocence was torturously delectable. Your hand slid down to grip onto the meat of his thighs, raising it up, “Hold yourself up for me, pretty please?” You pleaded with a charming smile, earning yourself an all too eager nod from your draconic lover.

You could only pull back with a satisfied smile as Dan Heng held his legs spread open for you, his fingers digging into his own flesh with such visceral need and he could only look up at you pleadingly.

“P-Please…”

Lining yourself up, you watched your own cock sink into Dan Heng’s quivering hole with such ease, a soft sigh escapes your lips contrasting a rather deep cry from him. He jolted as you bottomed out and magically managed to hit that sweet, sweet spot of his with so much ease.

His hands that held up his legs almost gave out, his back arching with the raw pleasure that you brought.

Before he could even beg you to move, your hips drew back and snapped back into him. Your thrusts were merciless, leaving no room for your spoiled beloved to complain. You could only indulge in his soft cries that reverberated through the room and the sinful sounds of your skin slapping against each other with every decisive thrust that you made.

Dan Heng was sure to reach the high heavens with the very feeling that you brought inside him, his walls tightening up against you with so much need.

A strangled gasp weaseled out of Dan Heng’s drying throat as you leaned down to mouth at his already sensitive buds, your teeth and tongue in pursuit of relentlessly assaulting his poor chest with every suckle and bite until they were too sensitive for anything.

“H-Hah—! N-No more—!” He whimpered, as his hands left his thighs, clutching onto your hands that sunk into the dip of his narrow waist. “T-Too fast…!”

His complaints only spurred you further to keep doing so, sounding more like an encouragement as your hips continued to move and push into him, with the carnal need to just make him feel every inch of your cock. Tears spilled from Dan Heng’s eyes, and he could only gasp out your name as the highest pleasure engulfed his body.

Thin ropes of cum spurts out of his cocks as you pushed out another orgasm from him, you following closely as you filled him up with so much of yours.

An exhausted sigh leaves you, groaning as you fell into Dan Heng, “Next time, you’re doing all the work.”

Dan Heng only blinked, “What do y—gck…!” He jolted as your hand grasped on his cocks with a lazy smile.

“It’s two for one, at least let me experience a good bargain for once in my life.”

Your words only left him breathless and eager.

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can I request a charac using reader who has a crush on them for their own benefits. while reader is left to wonder why chrc acts like a stranger to reader in public. eventually confronting chrc and them brushing it off as not noticing, being too busy. until reader eavesdropped to a convo with chrc's friend abt chrc just using reader. and reader leaves and ignores chrc for a while and chrc slowly starts missing reader's presence, only to see reader with someone else and confronting reader about it. of course charac won't get the happy ending 😈

(preferably scara, or childe-- if u write for him.)

feel free to ignore, I think I haven't expressed my req properly 😭😭.

also can I be 🌧️ anon ? :>

thanks 🌧️ anon for the request ^^ i hope you enjoy!

not your pet, anymore

scaramouche x reader

warnings: angst, arguments, insults, suggestive mentions

“you love me, right?”

“of course i do, scara. you mean so much to me.” you whispered, fingers running through his hair as he leaned against you. his thick eyelashes fluttered shut, hand on his chest as he lay against you.

the biting cold of fall couldn’t compare to the warmth you two shared, huddled together like this. his cheeks still tinted pink from the cold air, hands cold to the touch, it was just the way you liked him to be. cold enough for him to want to sit close to you and warm up.

touches were not a regular occurrence for scaramouche, he was normally dismissive, claiming he hated the closeness of skin on skin contact. but that wasn’t said when he’d tug at the end of your sweater, asking if he could feel more of your warmth. soft pants escaping your lips, his cold hands wandering, bodies on the cold floor of his bedroom. that’s how you’d spend your days after school.

but this time, with your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead as you finished up some of scaramouche’s homework he had passed on to you, something felt different. he was glued to his phone, an unusual smile gracing his lips as his thumbs danced across the device. you frowned, putting down your pen as you watched his face pull up in expressions you had rarely seen.

“who’re you talking to scara?”

“none of your business, (y/n).” he snapped, the smile he had been wearing for a few minutes dropping as his head snapped up to look at you. he sighed dramatically, getting up from the floor as he placed his phone down next to your hand, his face inches away from you.

“so damn nosy (y/n), when you should be doing my essay. are you bored? should i give you more work? or maybe i should let you suck me off, put your mouth to use. i think i like you better when you’re stuffing me in than anything you’ve ever said, anyway.” he sneered, enjoying the silence from you. a slight movement from you caused annoyance to bubbled up inside of him, his face unable to hide that itching feeling.

“you know, if you weren’t like this i’d be nicer to you, hell, maybe i’d love you. fat chance of that happening, i hate you most of the time. the only time i like your mouth open is when you’re making those pretty sounds for me, anything else is just muck.

why’re you so quiet, huh? are you gonna run off to your friends again? tell them how horrible i am? you think someone like collei will bother with you after you tell her what you do in here with me? how you open yourself to me? after swearing to her you’re done with me? you’re fucking something, (y/n). honestly, i’m getting sick of you. can you get the fuck out now?”

scaramouche’s phone buzzes, screen lighting up with a new text message. the both of you glance to it at the same time before he snatches it up, typing away a response as you gather your things without a word. biting your tongue was easier said then done, but you knew the argument would be worse if you said anything to him at all.

with a gentle click of scaramouche’s door, hours had gone by since you made your way home. a warm shower to rid of the nagging feeling at the pit of your stomach, along with the stickiness scaramouche had left you. you weren’t enjoying this, not one bit.

you figured you’d talk to him tomorrow in class, apologize for your inconveniences to him, and have it return to how it usually was after a fight. if you could call it one.

what you didn’t expect was to see scaramouche sitting by the green haired girl, haypasia, his usual seat empty as they sat side by side. quietly setting your things down, you still thought to say good morning to him, as a sign of peace.

standing from your seat, you meekly stood in front of him, hands wringing in front of you nervously. “good morning scara, and haypasia, i was wondering if—“

scaramouche never looked at you the whole time you were standing in front of him, his eyes glued on haypasia as her eyes bore into yours. a bitter smirk on haypasia’s face as she waved you off, scaramouche rolling his eyes before continuing whatever conversation they were having before you interrupted him.

a pain started to form in your chest. that nauseating prick that you’d feel every time you knew scaramouche was fooling around with other girls. cold sweat was all you felt as class droned on, your eyes never leaving the back of scaramouche’s head as his hand would slip underneath haypasia’s desk, sliding her pieces of paper that she would giggle at or turn red to after reading.

why is he being like this? should you have said something yesterday? would the satisfaction of knowing he practically owned you satisfy him enough to not be like this? these thoughts ran through your head until it was time for lunch, that bell being something of a savior as you were freed from seeing him there with her.

childe’s loud laughs caught your attention as he stood with kazuha, an anxious look on the white haired boys face as his eyes locked with yours for a moment. “i mean, just look at her! everyone knows scara is just using her. i heard, he’s been sleeping with (y/n) so he’s good enough to do it with that other girl, whatever her name is. you know her, right kazuha? whatdya think? did you get a piece of her yet too? or is it just scara sinking his claws in her, and something else!”

kazuha’s nervous laugh as childe punched his arm spoke volumes as you stood up, clutching the strap of your bag. kazuha noticed the tears in your eyes as you ran out of the classroom, you had heard every word that came out of childe’s mouth. excusing himself, he ran after you, his soft taps of his feet on the floor in comparison to your loud, cluttered footsteps.

scaramouche heard about this from childe, his demeanor changing once childe gave him the details on how kazuha ran after you. he didn’t know why it bothered him, but it did. no one else should be acknowledging his pet, the one that was so compliant and listened to everything he asked of you.

that’s how he saw you, and that’s all you were to him. right? that egging feeling in his chest as his messages to you were now left on seen more often than not. your cat keychain you hung on your bag that “reminded you of him” being replaced by a charm of a maple leaf, the same one kazuha had on his bag.

it bothered him. and he didn’t try to hide it. every time you’d sit next to kazuha instead of him, he’d grumble under his breath. a part of him ached to see you bare on his bedroom floor again, your fingers running through his hair, your gentle kisses on his forehead when you’d put him to bed when he was in a foul mood. he actually missed you.

but why were you so distant now? surely kazuha wasn’t giving you something he wasn’t, right? he couldn’t. you’d always declared your loyalty to scaramouche, never once breaking it.

then why did you admit you were in love with kazuha? your hands together in front of scaramouche as he scoffs, taking you by the wrist the second those words left your mouth.

“come again? i think i misheard you (y/n). you said you were in love with me just last month. so how do you even think you have feelings for that poet?” his voice wavered, eyes scanning across your face for a sign, a hint of remorse or love that you once held for him.

you shake your head, taking your hand away from scaramouche’s grip but he tightens it anyway. his eyes bore into yours, begging, pleading for it not to be true. for you to laugh it off and say you were kidding.

“he’s.. kind. it’s unlike something i’ve had before, and.. it feels good. it feels good to be wanted, scara. something i never felt with you.”

“something i never felt with you”, those words rung in his head as he laughs loudly, fat tears spilling as he pulls you into his chest. your hands going to push him away as he holds you tightly, laughing through his tears.

“you promised me (y/n), you promised you’d stay. you said you’d stay with me forever, love me forever! please don’t be like them, please don’t let that be a lie.”

“let me go, scara. please.” you whispered, feeling him shake his head as his hands tighten around you.

“n-no, no.. i can’t lose you too. archons, i can’t. what did childe say (y/n)? i promise he didn’t mean it, whatever he said isn’t true! i swear.. let’s just, go back to how it used to be, yeah? you can come over like you used to and- and we just don’t have to have sex. we can do things you like! i swear.. so please..”

his tears had rolled down, coating your neck as he wept. you’d never seen him in such a desperate state. his eyes looking into yours for a hint of what used to be there for him, but there wasn’t. more tears rolled down his cheeks as he let you go. he had fucked up. again. and this time he lost you, the one thing he never thought he’d lose.

“i’m sorry, scara. i’ve moved on. i think you have too with haypasia, you’ll be okay.” you say before picking up your bag, leaving him standing there with a wreck of feelings in his chest.

“you’re just like the rest.” he spat under his breath, harshly wiping at his eyes as the tears continued to flow. a hateful sentence meant to comfort no one but himself. he knew you weren’t at fault for it, he knew one day you’d want something more of him, something he’d be reluctant to give you. the day you finally escaped the clutches of the toxic relationship he had given you, the same day he had deemed the end of his new beginning.

“i never got my forever with you, like you promised. i can’t apologize for hating you for it.”

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too sweet

daryl x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, mdni

a/n: okay, is this like the song? IDK i listened to it on repeat tryna decipher shit and come up with a good plot but i think i got a little lost in the sauce, or maybe im just being mean to myself🫢 ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON BYEEE🤍

you two never got along, never saw eye to eye.

years you’d known each other and all it ever did was reveal those differences all the more. highlighting them in bold letters for you to gaze at thoughtfully, but did that stop you?

it was a game you played, back and forth for so long that it became a routine. bicker and disagree till you were blue in the face and at each other's mercy for only the moon to bear witness too.

how many times had you dug into him for his habits. he smoked, kept to himself, he fought, but where had that ever gotten him? it was against your nature. a way of being that you genuinely could not understand.

and he’d be right there with you, matching each dig with his own. you were sweet, too soft. you pleased and walked among ice like you weighed as much as a feather, so predictable it was almost humorous. if you didn’t understand him, he was absolutely riddled by you.

“how do ya sleep at night? huh? don’ya ever get tired of keeping everyone so fuckin happy?” he’d mutter, all the while tearing articles of clothing off of your supple skin, one by one. skin that was pristine by default and worn as if only heaven itself had touched it.

“believe it or not, i actually want people to like me daryl. i like when i can make people happy. it’s not a fucking act,” you sneer back.

who was he to talk? he lived inside his own head. could go days… no, months by himself, not muttering a single word to a breathing soul. and you’d tried to reason, guide, and help, but if anyone knew daryl dixon, they knew he didn’t budge easily. he had to want it for himself and he simply didn’t see the glory in your people-pleasing nature, as he’d like to call it.

sure he saw the value in it, somewhat. but he liked things the way they were, as they were meant to be. if he disagreed with something he sure as shit wasn’t gonna prance around trying not to hurt no feelings.

“alright, you keep tellin’ yerself that, princess.”

so what was it that kept you two coming back for more? why was the tension and aversion between your minds so magnetic between your bodies? he wanted to snap those annoying, pretty lips shut with his. maybe if he kissed you hard enough something would click in that head of yours. maybe he could fuck some clarity into you.

his fingers would rub fast circles over your clit, watching you keen and moan into the pillow beneath you, “how’s that princess? good enough for ya? hm?” he’d mock, “faster? slower?”

“god, would you shut up already?” you tried to sneer only for it to come out as a breathy whine, adding fuel to his pride and smirk across his face. your lips crashed into his in an attempt to diminish it but it was right there, now pressed up against your face, and fuck, why was that so hot? why was his rugged stubble, his long hair kissing your shoulders, and his broad, strong body so infuriatingly sexy to you? muscles built from years of fights, kills, and hunting. you didn’t like it… but you did.

“fuck, i’m gonna-“ you cried to him softy.

“nuh, uh. not yet pretty girl.”

his belt was loud throughout the quiet room. your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure but you heard the familiar clanks and zips, and then you felt his weight above you — warm and spicy. it pulled you so far and close that you sucked him in before he even got his pants all the way off.

“fuckin’ christ girl,” he groaned, snapping down to meet your hips flush. it was rapid and hot, both of you pouring all your frustrations into each push and pull. frustrations with each other, frustrations with yourselves that you liked this so fucking much.

he fucked you deep and hard like his body hated you, but somehow kissed you so tenderly through it all. his tongue massaging and tangling with yours as if you created his oxygen for him.

“so fucking sweet, princess, y’know that?” he whispered against you, “no good fer me.”

he was telling himself that; convincing himself and you knew it. your body rolled to meet his quickly, feeling every gooey, warm muscle against your skin and drooling over it, “more.”

as if to prove a point he slowed down, pulling out till just his tip was caught at your entrance, and then would thrust in, hard. over, and over, and over until you were singing his name and muffling it with his neck. warm and spicy.

“ya like that? thought ya wanted faster?”

he knew he was walking a line, but what had you guys ever been but a definitive line? a clear distinction of night and day, the only time ever seeing eye to eye being these moments. as one.

you were sent over the edge instantly, spasms of pleasure rolling languidly through your body. the tight swelling of your cunt causing daryl to finish with you and fuck if he didn’t cum the prettiest, sexiest way you had ever seen. straight out of your dirty, teenage fantasies and above you to soak in while you wreathed along with him.

he groaned and cursed into your chest, riding out each wave until he was shaking above you and so sensitive he couldn’t help but hiss as he pulled away, flopping down beside you.

a cigarette was quickly fished from his strewn jeans pockets and placed between his lips, lighting up and rolling back into the pillows lazily. every ounce of mending and merging you had just done was palpably tossed out the window, your scoff loudly filling the silence.

“that will kill you one day, hope you know that,” you muttered whilst gathering your clothes and slipping them on.

he didn’t bat an eye, nothing he hadn’t heard before from you and honestly, he didn’t really care. plenty of things in the world that’ll kill you, your naivety being one of them.

“lemme guess, gotta be up bright n’ early? tendin’ ta all yer charity cases?” he mused as he watched you head for the door. there had never been a night you’d spent together, probably would end up ripping each others faces off alone in room together for that long.

he didn’t get an answer, just an amused eye roll as you opened his bedroom door, “bye daryl.”

and then you were gone, quiet stomps heard as you floated up the stairs and he knew it would only be a matter of days before you were right back here, glued to his body and singing his name like you needed him to survive.

“figures,” he mumbled, taking a long drag from his smoke and smirking softly to himself.

what’s that saying? opposites always attract?

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I think a lot about jjk men being angry because their gamer girlfriend ignores them 😩

(sorry for the writing, english is not my first language

JJK Men x Gamer GF

a/n: Hello anon thank you so much for your request. I had fun writing this one. I really hope you like it 🫶🏻

( Requests are open )

Characters: Gojo Satoru / Toji Fushiguro / Ryomen Sukuna / Nanami Kento.

Gojo Satoru:

Satoru has been very busy with endless missions lately, getting home really late.

To ease your lonliness, you started gaming.

Well till it turned into addiction.

You were kinda mad at him for not making time for you or at least speak to the higher-ups to take some days off.

But you never talked that out with him, since you didn't have the chance to express yourself.

He surprisingly arrived early tonight, excited to spend the night cuddling with you while watching movies.

But he didn't expect you to have your eyes glued on the screen in front of you while gaming like a maniac.

The room echoed with the sounds of keystrokes and game music.

He jumped in excitement to surprise you but no reaction.

“huh? baby! Im hooome”

“hey” you smiled unenthusiastically at him and quickly turned your focus back on your game.

He raised his eyebrow, watching as you delve into your virtual world, a world seemingly more captivating than his presence.

Would try everything to bring your attention towards him.

He knows his touch makes you weak, so he leaned in wrapping his arms around your shoulders, kissing the top of your head, wishing to draw your attention away from your screen.

“I missed you so much babygirl”

His attempt failed miserably, you just hummed in return completely ignoring him.

When his affection didn't work he started teasing you attempting to provoke you and get a reaction out of you.

“You sure you can play this game? I feel like you suck at this”.

When his teasing fell on a deaf ear as well, his frustration reached its peak.

His calm and amused voice turned into an annoyed tone.

“ARE YOU REALLY GONNA IGNORE ME FOR THAT STUPID GAME Y/N?” he would yell in an unusual harsh tone.

The question hang in the air as it left you momentarily stunned.

“Why the hell are you yelling?” you would question.

“Oh so now I got your attention?! I've been trying to talk to you for half an hour now and all what you did is playing your stupid game”.

His anger was very evident.

He would remove his blindfold throwing it somewhere in your shared bedroom.

“So you got mad because I was focusing on playing my game but you didn't consider that I'm probably the one who's mad because you're never home” you let out of everything, confronting him.

“you're comparing this stupid game to my job?”

Oh boy he fucked up, he didn't get the whole point.

After raging and snapping at you he would give you the silent treatment.

Of course his narcissistic ass wouldn't apologize first.

He's convinced that it's your fault even though he was offensive as well.

You would eventually say sorry and he'll show you his bright smile at the spot.

Both of you would talk things out and find a solution to spend more time together.

“so we good now baby?...can we cuddle?”

“yeah Satoru just lemme finish this round” you would joke.

Toji Fushiguro:

As much as he enjoys your giggles and the way you throw cute tantrums while playing, he HATES IT when you're completely engrossed in your game, oblivious to the way he's sitting there watching you.

Kinda paradoxical.

He wished to have you in his arms.

Or having you on his lap while making out.

But all of these were just thoughts crossing his mind cuz you don't seem like you're finishing your game any time sooner.

And that annoyed him to the core.

“y/n, y/n ?”

“HOW LONG IS THIS GOING TO TAKE”.

You didn't even hear him with having your headset on.

He's very possessive of you and he wants all of your attention to himself.

Especially when you started chatting with your friends, while playing together.

That shit was his last straw.

“Thats it...get your ass over here y/n”

You would look at him in disbelief.

Mouthing “my friends heard you”

“oh trust me I don't give A SINGLE FUCK” he would yell again.

You apologized to your friends and quickly paused the game.

“Are you out of your mind Toji why did you say that”.

“Why did you apologize to your friends while I'm the one you should apologize to”

He would stand up approaching you, narrowing his eyes, clearly pissed.

His giant figure making you take a step back, trapping you between him and your desk.

“Now what should I do to you for ignoring me for too long huh?” he whispered.

You started stuttering, his strong aura did things to you.

His narrow eyes piercing through you, sending shivers down your spine.

“I- I'm s-sorry” you gulped.

“What a good girl...now turn off that computer before I smash it and get your ass on the bed”

Well you had no other options, so you obeyed him.

Unless you want to act bratty which will result in him punishing the hell out of you.

Would spend the whole night cuddling you, literally smashing you in his strong arms, never letting go of you. 🫶🏻🥹

“But Toji I really need to use the bathroom”.

“Nuh-uh”.

Ryomen Sukuna:

Two possibilities, whether you're too bold or you're suicidal and have a death wish to test this man's patience.

They just released this new game and you're completely obsessed with it.

You would spend hours playing it, luckily Sukuna was busy with some things so he didn't notice the way that game took your whole attention and energy.

He wants to be the one taking all of your time and energy.

But when he does notice, oh god, run or pray for your life.

“y/n come here let me kiss you”

“one second!!!”

He would look at you in disbelief.

Cocking his eyebrow, while leaning back .

Even though your back was facing him, you could feel the daggers he was sending your way.

“I said NOW”

“Please baby, I'm winning be there in a sec-”

You didn't even get to finish your sentence when he threw your whole set up off of your desk.

Your eyes would widen in shock.

You don't know if you should feel sad that your whole gaming set up got destroyed or scared that you're the one about to get destroyed.

“You dare to ignore me.. that's bold of you y/n” he would say in his deep voice, making your chest tighten.

“I'll only allow this once, there won't be a second time... do you understand?”

You would nod immediately.

He would throw you on his shoulder taking you to your shared bedroom.

“You need to be taught a lesson after all”

Of course he wouldn't apologize that he got angry at you.

I mean, it's Sukuna we're talking about.

The next day, Sukuna would surprise you with a new gaming computer with complete setup.

You've never imagined him doing this gesture but you truly appreciated that the king of curse actually considered your feelings.

“I don't understand what humans find so entertaining in this game... you should try murder is much more fun..”

You would happily unbox it and place it on your desk.

“Now, Doll next time when I tell you to stop you stop immediately without any stupid excuses”.

Nanami Kento:

Would be home after a long day at work.

Brings dinner with him and expects both of you to eat together while talking about your day and future plans for the weekend.

Only to find you in a dark room, only your computer screen glowing.

“y/n I'm home darling!”

“oh hey there baby” you would simply say eyes still glued on the game.

He wouldn't think much of it even though you were used to jump on him, embracing him in a long hug and telling him how much you missed him.

But lately all what you've been occupied with is this game.

Would give you space, while he takes his time to shower, prepare the table for both of you to have dinner.

“y/n dinner is ready, let's eat”

“yeah yeah I'll be there in a sec Kento” you said, agressively pressing the buttons on your controller.

He would sigh and head to the kitchen, to wait for you there.

Half an hour has passed, an hour and you didn't show up yet.

“shit” you said to yourself when you checked the time.

You ran downstairs to find him on the couch watching TV.

You slowly approached him and sat next to him.

“ken-”

“you don't have to say anything y/n”.

Your heart ached because you know you screwed up.

He would ignore you, his eyes fixated on the big screen in front of him.

You would place your hand on his lap but he would reject you.

“Kento please”

He would start lecturing you.

“You know, that was extremely childish y/n.. I've been waiting for us to have dinner together since the moment I left the morning.. that's what keeps me going.. knowing that I'll come back home to find you..but you did what? you ignored me”

He would be really furious but he kept it to a low and cold tone.

No matter how much he gets pissed he'll never raise his voice at you.

You would look down, embarrassed and feeling extremely guilty.

“I'm your husband y/n , lately you're not fulfilling your duties towards me like I do to you..”.

He is a responsible man, and he believes in efforts from both sides.

You would end up crying.

And he'll end up apologizing even though it was your mistake from the beginning.

He hates seeing you cry, especially because of him.

He regretted getting angry at you.

Between sobs you managed to explain to him that you were trying to win an award by getting the first place in this game.

Would bring you to his chest, holding you close.

“shh I'm sorry.. that's okay. I understand. I'm sorry if my words were harsh”

Would wipe your tears.

Doesn't go to work the next day and spends the day with you while you teach him how to play.

Thank you for reading (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

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[zegrasdrysdale]

im having a feeling that you don’t write much for this player (because he’s so underrated)

but im desperate for luca fantilli smut

like chain swinging, bruise inducing, dirty, “rough” sex.

maybe it’s ovulation- maybe it’s just me ?

idc i just need him to call me his, claim the fuck out of me 🤝

[ pent up ] l. fantilli

pairing : Luca Fantilli x fem!reader

summary : after a rough loss, Luca needs to let out some steam

warning(s) : smut ! kinda rough sex, p in v protected sex, oral (m receiving), possessiveness, pet names during sex

author’s note : i also need him to claim the fuck out of me tbh. anon you were so real for that

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She sat in her dorm room on campus with her laptop open and homework in front of her as she watched the Michigan boys lose their third game in a row. The horn sounded and she watched all of them basically sulk off the ice. Captain Jacob Truscott sat on the bench for an extra minute as his teammates make their way into the locker room.

It's not like they didn't play a good game tonight. They played well defensively without taking too many penalties, but puck luck was not in their favor as they lost 3 to 1 to Penn State. Several shots rung off the post and she wishes every single time that posts weren't a thing.

(Y/N) pretty sure she almost broke her desk chair every time a puck hit the post. She's surprised that she actually didn't end up breaking her chair. She did break multiple pencils in frustration.

A text comes through about forty minutes after the game ends.

luca ♡ - 10:38 pm can i come to your dorm when i drop my stuff off ? wanna see you

She doesn't say no. She can never say no to Luca Fantilli. He has this thing about him that makes it impossible for her to say no to her boyfriend.

It’s nights like tonight where she’s glad she lives in an on-campus suite with her best friend from home. Luca can come and go as he pleases without disturbing her friend since it’s just the two of them in an apartment-like suite. If he’s not at the hockey house then he’s here with his girlfriend.

She sends her friend a text to let her know that Luca is coming over. Her friend sends her back a ‘🚫👶🏼’ in reply.

Less than a half hour later, there’s a knock on the door of the suite. (Y/N) goes and answers it since she knows it’s Luca. Plus, her room is closest to the door. She’s always answering it.

When she swings the door open, a worn out Luca stands on the other side. He’s in his game day suit and Michigan beanie. He looks exhausted, yet he looks like he needs to let out some frustration at the same time.

“Hi, my love,” she softly says. “I watched the game. You guys should’ve had that.”

Luca just nods and walks past her into her bedroom.

He is definitely not happy with how that game went. He should’ve had a hat trick at least with his half a dozen shots on goal. Either the Penn State goalie had him beat or the post did.

It wasn’t an easy night for any of them. Luca takes loses like this personally.

She shuts the door and follows him into her room. She kicks the door shut behind her and Luca throws his beanie at the wall in frustration.

“It’s games like this where I wish I didn’t play this sport,” he confesses. “Half the time it’s fucking puck luck and the other half of the time it’s skill. It truly pisses me off sometimes. It’s so frustrating.”

Immediately, she’s walking up to him and sitting him on her bed. He looks up at her as she says, “Hockey is just a stupid sport. You get frustrated because you love it. You hate to love it. I understand.”

Luca plays with the hem of her Michigan hockey hoodie. “It just sucks sometimes,” he sighs. “I feel like the worst teammate when I can’t score a goal or set someone up.”

“I know,” she replies as she runs her fingers through his hair. Luca in turn slides his arms up her hoodie and pulls her in close to him so his face his buried in her stomach “Is there anything I can do to help you get out some of that frustration you’re feeling?”

He mumbles an “I don’t know” into her hoodie. It’s a lie though. She knows what he wants. She always knows what he wants after a rough game.

She leans down and presses soft kisses to the top of his head. “Let me take care of you then you can do whatever you want,” she tells him.

Before she knows it, she’s sinking down to her knees in front of him. She lands so hard on the joint that she is afraid she might’ve bruised her knees even though the floors are carpeted.

Oh well. Pain always comes before pleasure anyway.

Luca watches as she unbuckles the belt he’s wearing. She tosses it to the floor with a smile on her face. When he finally realizes what she’s doing, he kicks off his shoes and lifts his butt off the mattress so (Y/N) can get his pants off. The suit pants and boxers come off at the same time because she’s become a pro at undressing her boyfriend.

With a smile and a kiss to his thigh right above his knee, (Y/N) takes Luca’s semi in her hand. He watches her with big eyes as she slowly begins to move her hand to pump him. Soft noises pass Luca’s pretty lips as she slowly pulls him closer to an orgasm.

This usually helps Luca relax. It also sometimes ends with her being unable to walk the next day but it’s a Friday night. There are no classes tomorrow. She doesn’t even have to get out of bed if she doesn’t want to.

She glances up at Luca, whose eyes are watching her every move. She bites her bottom lip for a second before she takes him in her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the reddening tip of his dick for a second before she put as much of him as she can into her mouth. She sucks for a second before she blows him.

“Fuck,” Luca gasps as she begins to move her head up and down. “So pretty with my dick in your mouth.” She smirks around him and takes him even further. Her hand makes up for what she can’t fit.

Luca’s fingers curl in her hair while she moves her head. One of her hands is on the base of his dick while the other snakes into her shorts so she can get pressure on her core.

Soft whines pass her lips as she uses her own fingers to work herself close to an orgasm. It’s only temporary. Her boyfriend’s fingers will replace hers shortly. She knows Luca can only last so long before he’s pinning her to the mattress.

He pulls her hair back into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. She hums at the feeling as Luca moves her at a pace he likes. He takes his time with her.

One of her fingers slides into her pussy and she whines. A part of her wishes that Luca would just get his hands on her already.

It’s like he can read her mind though because it’s not long after that when he finally speaks up.

“You look so beautiful on your knees for me, baby,” Luca pants. “Need to be inside you though.”

(Y/N) pulls back and licks away a drop of saliva that has started to roll down her chin. “Whatever you want, Luca,” she tells him. “If you need to then use me to let out some of that pent up frustration.”

His bright eyes darken and he pulls her to her feet almost immediately after the last word leaves her lips. He pushes the hoodie off of her body to reveal that she has nothing on under the hoodie except for a pair of shorts and pulls her down onto the mattress. He hovers over her and she can’t help but smile up at him.

Luca leans down and captures her lips in a bruising kiss. She hums and bucks her hips up so she can get some pressure, whatever pressure she can find on her core. He pins her hips down to the mattress for a second before a hand finds its way into her Lululemon shorts and panties.

A groan passes her lips when his fingers run through her folds. “Luca,” she mumbles. “Not tonight. Just fuck me.”

He detaches his lips from hers after a second and finds her neck. He sucks and nips at the skin on her neck right under her ear. She sighs and kisses the swell of his ear. A bright mark will be visible right where he’s nipping at and she truly does not care.

Luca could cover her entire body with marks and she’d happily show them off. She’s never been shy to admit that she is Luca’s girlfriend. Especially when other girls try to talk to him after games or on campus when going to classes.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” Luca mumbles. “This just from sucking me off?”

She nods and hums. “All for you,” she sighs. “I am yours.”

He backs away from her neck and gets on his knees between her legs. She watches as he pulls off his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt. Her eyes land on the gold chain around his neck with the number 63 resting between his collarbones. The chain that she got him last year for his birthday.

She knew he wore it, but she has never seen it on after a game. It’s rare for Luca to wear this specific chain during a game since it was a gift from her for his 21st birthday.

Since it’s on now, she knows it was the chain he wore for the game. It turns her on even more if it’s even possible.

Luca notices that she’s looking and smiles. “Wanted to sport my girl during the game tonight,” he tells her. “Just to have you close.”

His words shoot straight to her core and she pulls him down into a hot kiss. Lips are bitten, tongues are shoved into each other’s mouths. The cool 63 rests against her neck right under her chin. Despite her skin being hot, she shivers.

He peels off her shorts and panties, throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Luca breaks the kiss to reach into her bedside table to grab a condom. She bites a mark into his chest while he rips open the tiny package with his teeth and slides its content onto himself.

“Ready for me?” he questions as he comes back to hover over her. He lines himself up with her but waits until she gives him an answer. She sucks in her bottom lip and nods. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Fuck me before I do it myself,” is her response. Luca can’t help but laugh. She grows slightly annoyed at the fact that he isn’t blowing her back out and bucks her hips so he slides k to her.

The laughing stops and (Y/N) lets out a soft groan at the familiar stretch of Luca’s dick inside of her. She stares up at Luca and watches the 63 swings lightly in her face.

Luca pushes himself completely into her and lets her adjust to his size. He’s slightly above average, but he’s also kind of thick. It’s a lot to take sometimes and it’s why she can’t walk the next day if it’s too rough.

Right now, she’s hoping he channels all his frustration into fucking her because it’s been a little bit since they have been able to have a moment like this.

“Move, Luca,” she breathes out after a minute. “I’ve been ready for you to move for like ev- oh!”

He pulls nearly out of her before he slams into her. She lets out a loud groan and Luca covers her mouth. “Let’s not wake up your friend, yeah?” he says. “Last thing we need is for her to walk in here and see you begging me to fuck you.”

She nods and Luca uncovers her mouth. He very slowly but very deeply moves into her. Her mouth falls open and she lets her legs fall apart for him. The swinging chain moves the quicker he moves.

In a spur of the moment decision, (Y/N) leans up and softly bites the chain. Luca smiles and shakes his head before he picks up the pace.

The bed begins to creak beneath them but that doesn’t stop them. Luca’s mouth is on one of her breasts while his hand rests on the other one. She gasps when she feels him bite a mark into the skin.

“Mine,” he mumbles. “All mine.”

“All yours,” she confirms. “All yours to do whatever you want- fuck!”

Luca slams into her at the same time he reaches down between them to get his fingers on her clit. She cries out in pleasure before Luca pulls out of her. She whines at the loss of contact.

Then he turns her onto her belly and pulls her hips up to meet his. She sighs happily when he fills her up again. “Whatever I want,” he repeats into her ear. “On your knees, pretty girl. Wanna see how you look while I fuck you on your knees.”

With his help, (Y/N) rises to her knees with him still in her. He wraps an arm around her waist and lightly wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t put any pressure but fucks up into her. Her head falls onto his shoulder. Luca kisses her cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Letting me do what I want with you.”

She whines in agreement as his fingers find her clit. She sighs, “Luca. Please.”

“Please what, baby,” he asks against her ear.

A sudden knot forms in the pit of her stomach. Her legs begin to shake. “Wanna come,” she pants.

Luca kisses the swell of her ear and cups one of her breasts with his free hand. “Go ahead and come,” he tells her. “I’m not that far behind you.”

It’s not long after that when she’s clenching around his dick. She cries out his name as she comes. All she wants to do is fall onto her stomach but Luca is holding her up.

She sees stars as her vision goes white. She’s pretty sure she has never come this hard in her life, but that’s the affect Luca has on her. She also realizes that she doesn’t mind being fucked on her knees. That’s a conclusion she comes to while out of it.

When she comes down from her high, she’s sprawled out on her belly. Luca is wiping her leg down with a warm rag and is leaving soft kisses on her back. “Sorry if that was too much,” he mumbles. “I just needed to let out some frustration.”

“It’s okay,” she replies. “I liked it. It wasn’t bad. Got some new marks to show off.”

Luca laughs and throws the cloth somewhere on the floor before he covers them up with the blankets on her bed. She cuddles up against her boyfriend and lays her cheek on his chest.

“You’re okay though?” she questions as she looks up at him. “I know you were upset about the loss so I just want to double check to make sure you’re okay.”

He nods and brushes her hair out of her face. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he tells her. “Frustration and anger come with the sport. The last thing I want to do is take either out on you.”

“The only time you’re ever allowed to take frustration out on me is when you’re fucking me,” she warns him. “Lay a hand on me and your ass is on the curb.”

Luca smiles. “Yes, ma’am.”

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[rillian4e]

Scaramouche x f!reader

cw: nsfw, modern au, dom!scaramouche, sub!reader, fem!reader, pet names, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, foul language, teasing, spanking etc...

summary: your annoying roommate Scaramouche is done with your little antics, and decides to teach you a little lesson.

a/n: This was a request sent as a submission which is why I can't include anon, hope you enjoy

your roommate Scaramouche has been getting on your nerves, constantly ignoring you when you tell him to do something, and never talking to you without swearing or calling you names. it was really too much for you—who was he to act like that? instead of confronting him and communicating, you set yourself on a plan to tease him relentlessly, maybe then he would regret being such a jerk.

but of course, nothing ever goes according to the plan perfectly. it was finally the day to set your plan to motion, purposely wearing a short mini skirt with a cute pink top, you knew Scaramouche would now be in his room gaming, so you went ahead and made some snacks for him to enjoy, you knocked on the door and entered when you heard "I'm busy, leave." ignoring the way he glared at you when you entered anyway, you went and placed the tray of snacks on his desk, you knew just how much he loved those snacks paired with his favorite bitter tea. "Did you get hit in the head or something?" at his question, you shook your head, smiling "Of course not, I simply thought it'd be nice to do something for my roommate." Scaramouche did not believe that, eyeing you suspiciously before turning to his game, mumbling a quick "whatever", it was a success, that was after all the needed step before the main part.

you then started doing even more sweet things for him, wearing pretty outfits and being affectionate as if you two didn't argue every single day before. Scaramouche caught on and asked you where you were going, "Have you found yourself some stupid boyfriend? You've been getting all dolled up recently, it's annoying." he exclaimed, looking at you who just smiled sweetly, avoiding the question.

The next stage was the most impossible, 'accidentally' having your things drop on the floor as you bent over to pick them up in front of your roommate, getting out of the shower while only having a towel around your body, and wearing revealing outfits. only an idiot wouldn't catch on that, Scaramouche was well aware of your little antics, he could hear you touching yourself in your room, the thin walls not helping the sounds travel to his room. the last straw for him was when you asked him to fetch your towel which you just so happened to have 'forgotten', instead of simply giving it to you, he pinned you to the wall in the bathroom, embarrassed that you were now naked—infront of your roommate who you absolutely hated, you tried to break free of his grip which only lead to him tightening his grip on your hands. "What are you trying to do, slut? Think I haven't got a clue on what you've been doing, hm?" he asked, looking down at you before he went in for a kiss which caught you off guard.

"Is this what you wanted? Want me to fuck you like the whore you are?" you felt flustered at his words, feeling aroused by the situation, a moan escaping your lips when you felt his knee pressed in-between your legs, he wasted no time in putting you on the nearest surface, forcefully spreading your legs apart, as he kneeled, holding your thighs, a smirk forming on his face at the sight of your dripping core. "Looks like someone was waiting for this, huh?" he asked, giving your cunt a spank which made you cry out.

before you could react, his tongue was inside your pussy, occasionally sucking on your puffy clit and giving it slaps when you tried closing your legs, he didn't care about how embarassed you were, diving his tongue inside your tight hole. "...fuck, you taste so good...", his cock was already aching hard, wanting your tight walls wrapped around his length, but before that he was going to make you beg.

as you were close to cumming all over his tongue, his movements stopped, "Wh‐ w-why did you stop?" you asked, confused as you looked at him, he seemed amused, not even hiding his grin, "Only good girls get to cum, not naughty slutty girls like you." was all he said, you could tell what his intention was, you frowned but gathered all your courage as you gazed down at him. "Scara...p-please...I really need it, s' badly... I'll do anything! Jus' please let me cum, I'll be a good girl...!" you tried your best convincing him, surprisingly he was satisfied with that, his tongue continuing to bring you to your climax. however, he didn't give you any time to calm down from your orgasm, instead pinning you on the counter, and freeing his shorts before plunginginh his cock deep inside your cunt, "Ha...so tight..." he groaned, pressing his face into your neck, his length stretched you out in two, something you haven't felt in so long, "Look at you, your hole is clenching around me, are you that happy that you finally got what you wanted?" He asked, chuckling lowly as he saw your expression, his rough and fast pace not changing even when tears formed in your eyes—Scaramouche was delighted at the feeling of your pussy being so warm, so wet and so, so tight, he's regretting that he didn't fuck you sooner. "Mmh... maybe I should have just done this earlier, yeah? Bet you dreamed of your roommate fucking your hole like this, if not, why else would I hear you moan and touch yourself when you know I'm just next room to you?" you couldn't respond to him, too dumb on his cock to form a sentence, you felt yourself cum on his cock, what irked you was that Scaramouche didn't bother slowing down his pace, instead only rutting with more force into your overestimulated cunt. "s' t-too much!" you cried out, looking at him for some sympathy but only earning a slap to your clit, "Shut up, you're gonna take it like a good fucktoy, like the big girl you are."

you were powerless to resist, only getting more turned on at his degrading words, gosh, you loved it when he was being mean to you. Maybe it wasn't so bad to have him as a roommate? you pondered the question, was it really that bad when he could fuck you so nicely, fill your womb full of his cum?

#genshin smut #genshin impact imagine #scaramouche smut #wanderer smut #scara x reader #scaramouche #genshin impact smut #genshin wanderer #kunikuzushi #kabukimono #genshin x reader

[satoruhour]

https://www.tumblr.com/deathgasmic/729345046853419008/i-hate-to-break-this-to-you-but-i-am-once-again

this with satoru. omgomgom—

a/n: fem!reader, discussions of unprotected sex, oral f! receiving, finger sucking, creampie & breeding, cum eating, jealous gojo. link to post here also anon ur mind >>>>>

oh OH OH .. OKAYYYYYY ok to start off he’s clingy as fuck to begin with so im not even sure why youd dare to flirt with gojo satoru’s girl … erm! but anyway theres prob this kyoto teacher slash sorcerer who was just posted to the region and hes nice and all …. utahime says hes leagues above gojo but also bc she just rlly fuckin hates him LMFAO. paired with the fact that gojo has an affinity to fuck at public events just cause u look so damn good in that black dress he picked out for you. but oh boy that sorcerer has insanity coming just by talking to gojo satoru’s girl !!!!

ur bf also is … possessive as hell. youve tried to tell him to not scare off random guys (or girls) who come up to you and ask you for ur number but he just . likes to scare them off. usually you’d be there to calm the situation down too cause if u were not that man will go CRAZY. ok but anyway! you already know whats in store when gojo saunters up to the two of you with drink in hand (apple cider) in hand and a hand curls around your waist and hes just like “sorry, can i steal your conversation partner”

you thought it was bc of the black dress but it’s the jealousy and suddenly everything makes sense and youre teasing him all the way to the bathroom. altho it’s futile cause the moment the lock clicks and you’re turned around and pushed up against the counter. good luck holding onto the installed racks of the sink bc he goes to his knees and eats you out like no other. gojo uses his jealousy and the lust he has for you and puts it all into his tongue

“he wishes he could taste my sweet pussy,” he basically makes out with your cunt as youre trying to keep your voice down, “what he doesnt know is that my girl gets wet for me and me only” WHEEEEW hes angry and he makes sure your pussy gets all the heat. makes you cum one, two, three times and hes sure the event’s at their dessert course right now while he still has you moaning and grinding into his mouth. now youre up on the sink’s counter, and him on his knees but he stops your orgasm just as you were reaching your high and he has to fuck you now or else he’ll die. gojo isnt even sure how he manages to survive with his throbbing cock

and it’s rough when he slams into you from behind the first time that ur moans echo in the bathroom teehee, gojo only grins, “that good, huh? not so eager to talk to other guys now, are you?” and you want to protest but he doesnt let you, shoving two fingers into your mouth and you whimper around it, basically grabbing at his wrist to suck on his fingers like u would to his cock. 

hes torn between being rough and soft to you when youre so clueless about the effect u have on people. gojo holds onto your shoulders and just speeds up making you limp over the bathroom counter and you dont seem to care about the moans any more. his dirty talk is crazy as always

“yeah… hear that? fucking slut dripping all over my cock”, “who’s making you feel this way, hm? who’s fucking you so deep?”, “pretty baby looks so stunnin’ in her black dress talking to some sorcerer … but she looks better stuffed.”

you giggled a little at that one but you have no time to catch ur breath bc hes cumming deep in you and oh my god you arent sure if hes just fuelled by adrenaline or WHAT but he cums so so much in u it gets you dizzy. as with satoru.

“fuck… made to take my cum, yeah?” and he makes sure you know it bc he is immediately hooked when he removes his cock and you’re trying to keep it in yet there’s globs of cum that leave ur pussy and drips to the floor HAHREBW gojo fucking loses it and has to fuck you again until you’re full of his cum.

“look at me in the mirror as i breed you, sweetheart.”, “feel that? got s’much cum jus’ for you”, “ wanna feel this pussy ‘round me until i can’t any more. don’t think little mr. kyoto over there could fuck you this well, right?” he. is. gross. 

snaps pics of ur cum filled cunt after. youre spent, leaning over the counter and exhausted and catching your breath and your eyes widen in panic when gojo gets to his knees again and latches his mouth onto your soaking pussy ….. and eats the cum right outta you! disgusting filthy man oh i need him to do that to me.

the higher ups told u not to come to the next gala dinner LMAOOO

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Hard core smut, swearing, choking, spitting, dirty talk, rough doggy style like brutal. This is so hot- I'm so sorry.

A/n: Anon request for "reader and rafe getting high together and having sloppy sex?" I'm super pumped about this one so I hope you guys enjoy it!

"I hate when you do this to me." Rafe mutters, passing me the joint before leaning down to kiss me, smoke billowing out from between his lips and past my parted ones, my eyes rolling back into my head at the motion. I moan against his lips, chasing the kiss as he backs away from me, walking me back until my back hits the wall. "You come to these fucking parties with your fucking friends looking so fucking good. And then you ignore me the whole night." His hand slides up my body to wrap around my neck, fingers squeezing the column of my throat, briefly cutting off my oxygen supply in desperate arousal.

"I was trying to get your attention." I squeak, pulling a small laugh from him as his eyes widen briefly, a wicked smile slipping across his lips at my pettiness, my lips trying to find his once more but he just swerves to tease me.

"Desperately apparently." He grins, hand slipping from my neck to trail down my chest, stopping briefly to brush across my peaked nipples which pulls a pathetic moan from me, eyes briefly flickering down to watch his hand slip down to tuck beneath my shorts. "Fucking whore, just for me right?" His eyes have a deadly look in them, a look that tells me I can't be a brat and talk back right now even if I wanted to.

"Just for you, Rafe- only you, fuck." His fingers brush teasingly across my clit before he retracts his hand completely, shoving my shorts down to the ground before spinning me around to face the wall.

"You just can't seem to get that you're mine. You know that right?" He asks against the shell of my ear, belt unbuckling behind me as my head spins, the waiting game that we've been playing- that I've been playing- finally catching up to the both of us while we claw at our clothes and try desperately to get close to one another.

"I'm yours." I whisper, tilting my head enough so I can see him, a small smile slipping across his lips at my words but he tuts anyways.

"I don't know if you actually believe that so I think you should show me." I hear him spit before his fingers slip up and down my slit, readying me before resting the tip of his cock against my entrance, teasing me heartbreakingly slow. "Show me you're mine, show me how much you know me." I reach around to help guide him into me, moaning lowly as my head thumps against the wall, air escaping my lungs as he fills me. I work slowly on thrusting myself back and forth on his cock, my thighs burning and back aching from arching to meet his thrusts, all of the work and pleasure completely riding on me impressing him. "This is a pretty damn good argument."

"I'm yours. I just like to play hard to get." I add with a snicker and he groans, hands gripping my hips with a bruising pressure, helping to guide my hips and and forth, clit throbbing desperately for his touch.

"Because you know I love the chase." His hips snap against mine in a second, sloppy but snapping in and out of me at an unrelenting pace, tears filling my eyes at the unbelievable pleasure that him (and the weed) has managed to offer me on top of the fleeting looks and quick glances throughout the day.

"I love to tease you." I whimper, eyes squeezing shut with a shudder as his fingers drag down my spine, lips finding purchase on the column of my throat as he sucks and nibbles at my skin, leaving me littered in marks- his marks.

"You're so good at it."

#rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x y/n #outerbanks #rafe cameron smut #rafe smut

[tired-biscuit]

biscuit with the way i drop into your asks, i think i need an alias - so can i be 🍁- anon?

the naruto post got me thinking about tying naruto up and making him watch as you play around with his clone…

maybe you’re sucking his dick, maybe you’re fucking him slowly.. maybe you’re edging him repeatedly.. the possibilities are endless

and poor naruto has to watch everything. he could release the clone to feel the feedback hit but you’d be disappointed in him. He could break the ties but he wants to be good for you - wants you to praise him (despite making him cuckhold his own clone and paying him zero attention)

and if, by any possibility, watching you play around with his clone makes his cock throb and leak..well, that’s just an additional pro. In no way is it the main reason he hasn’t done anything yet.. nonono there’s absolutely no link to how his cock seems to get harder than what should be possible at seeing how you and him look together, at an outsider’s point of view of you taking his cock so well

yeah there’s no way it could get better, well, if only his clone could cum on you as well..

18+ fem!reader // cw: cuckolding, bondage.

oh my gosh, imagine doing this after finding out that he’s against his clones fucking you.

like, normally he lets them touch you and finger you and eat you out, but the second things get a little too heated and one clone goes to actually fill you up, he stops the entire thing and takes over even if the feedback feels like it’ll kill him with the overwhelming pleasure it brings.

the first time he does it, you don’t think much of it; after all, maybe he just got a little too excited and lost focus to keep his clones around, it’s completely plausible. however, when it happens for the third or fourth time, you catch on.

and that’s bad news for him.

he’s clearly jealous of his own shadow clones and you find it incredibly intriguing. with his sunshine personality, naruto never struck you as a possessive kind of man, but it seems that he is just that. the way his brow furrows, how his expression turns oddly serious, how an angry vein starts protruding in the side his neck as he swallows thickly whenever a clone gets just a tad bit too greedy for his liking, it’s… hot.

so the entire thing slowly escalates, intimate encounter after intimate encounter. at first you use your charm and the love he has for you to persuade him into watching you kiss his clone in front of him. afterwards, a bit of heavy petting gets involved… along with a bunch of other stuff.

and he hates it, he fucking hates it, but he can’t help but be aroused by it at the same time. he’s in control, he could stop this at any given point, but he doesn’t feel like it at all. so he sits in the chair like a good boy, with his hands tied behind his back — he’d even let his own goddamn clone make sure the knot is as tight as it can be — pathetically bucking his hips in an upward motion and trying to ignore the embarrassingly damp spot of pre-cum that’s growing larger and larger on his boxers as he watches you ride his clone on your shared bed.

it’s a good thing people don’t know that you’re making the hokage, one of the strongest shinobi to ever walk the face of the earth, hump the air like some dog stuck in a rut… that he is actually capable of being that submissive.

nevertheless, his mouth is nearly drooling at the sight of you; how you look so pretty while sitting on his clone’s cock, pussy so wet that it makes that gushy sound whenever your hips slam down, down, down. and fuck, there is so much arousal dripping between the two of you. he sees it glimmering as the clone’s hands dig into your hips, the fat of your ass, your back. the bastard is groping and fondling every inch of you that he possibly can as he reaches up to tangle them into your hair.

the sound of skin slapping against skin is so loud, it echoes in his brain. your pace picks up and he sees himself — well, his clone — blush even harder and clench his jaw in shaky concentration at the feeling that ministration brings, meaning that he’s fighting every last urge not to spill his seed inside you at that very moment, blindly grasping for the last ropes of sanity that he has.

the mere thought of someone else cumming inside you, even if it’s theoretically still him, makes naruto burn with rage, envy, you name it. he fights against the rope all of a sudden, teeth bared and muscles tense, pulling on it so hard that he can hear the wood of the chair straining in protest, but stops just when it reaches its breaking point from the way you suddenly moan his name out and turn to look at him at the very peak of your orgasm.

his cock throbs as he watches the entire thing unfold before his eyes. you’re looking at him, him, as your high hits you and your cunt squeezes around his clones’s cock, and it causes sudden warmth to bloom inside the original naruto’s belly. he’s enjoying this entire thing just as much as you are and he probably doesn’t even realise it.

“he never lets us do this,” the clone is nearly breathless as he drawls on the words and glances over your shoulder so that he can also give naruto a look. however, unlike yours that is full of love and appreciation, his is a mixture between utter daze and… conceit. he’s about to fill you up to the brim any second now, isn’t he? “god, sweetheart, your pussy… he never lets us do any of this… c’mere, let’s finish this.”

and judging by the look on naruto’s face, that contorts as soon as you feel something warm start to drip between your legs, you get a feeling that he indeed never will do so again.

#naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki x reader #biscuit drabbles #🍁 anon

[huhniebowl]

hi!!!! could you possibly do something where the reader and dom are on a podcast together?? i think that would be super fun☺️☺️

anon, this is probably the funniest request i've ever worked on oh my god.😭 i had so much fun writing this! thank you for sending it in!

this is heavily inspired by the drake podcast with bobbi. i also read a few of dom's interviews, so a good bit of the dialogue is based on some things he's actually said.

this is dialogue heavy just so you all know! hope you love it!

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You move the mic stand that your crew set up, so it’s level with your face, and adjust yourself under the blankets of your guest star's bed. 

“Okay, tell me when,” Dominic says. He’s holding the clapperboard, and watching your crew for his signal. 

“Marking.” He says into the mic, then snaps the take. He grins, while one of the crew members come to take the clapperboard. “Ah, bet you didn’t think I knew about that huh?” 

It’s episode seven of your podcast, and you somehow managed to get Dominic Fike as your guest. You’ve been a fan of his for years, and have followed him through his ups and downs of fame, fortune, and misfortune.

You’re a little shocked at how well you’re keeping your composure by being able to have your favorite artist featured on your show, but you're thankful for it. 

“Hello everyone, welcome to episode seven of I’m Not in Your Bed, and today I’m here with.” 

You look over at Dominic, and he leans into his mic.

“Dominic Fike. How are you guys today.”

“Are you talking to me or the viewers?” 

“The viewers.” 

“This isn’t live though, so you won’t get to know their responses.” You turn on your side so you're facing Dom, and move your mic in front of you. 

“Well yeah, but, isn’t that like proper podcast etiquette or some shit.” He starts to trail off towards the end and he looks at the staff. You hear a few of them chuckle, and you almost do too, but you can’t break character. 

“Who taught you that?” 

“Well, I just sort of.” He pauses for a moment, “Fuck you.” There’s no bite to it, and the staff laughs out. 

"You think Drake is watching this?" He asks, fixing the glasses on his face.

"Maybe, he was my episode four."

"Were you in his bed too?"

"Yeah, I was."

"Fuckin’ cheater dude." That earns him a few laughs behind the camera.

“How does it feel having a stranger in your bed?” You ask. Dominic tilts his head in thought. 

“Well, it’s not too weird. I used to have random women in here all the time.” 

He then grabs hold of the mic and stares dead into the camera. “Not anymore though. Completely abstinent. Not fucking. Stop having sex. I’m talking to you. The one watching me say this while probably planning on having sex later.” You stare at him and press your lips together, letting the silence after his proclamation linger in the air. 

“And how’s that been going for you?” 

“You know, it’s been well. I’ve stopped a lot of crazy shit recently. Stopped smoking, stopped drugs. Stopped drinking more than 4 cups of coffee a day.” 

“How do you like your coffee.” 

“Black. I hate that creamer shit.” 

“You know it’s reported that some of the most known serial killers drank their coffee black and were Capricorns?” Dom’s eyebrows raise. 

“Oh fuck, really?” 

“No, I made it up. But you feel a little crazy now don’t you?” Dominic drops his head and starts laughing, the staff right along with him. 

“What’s your sign?” He asks once he gathers himself. 

“Cancer.” 

“Ah, that makes sense. You probably have a mommy kink or some shit huh?” You look at him in disbelief and suck your teeth when your staff betrays you with giggles. 

“I do not–” 

“Momm–.” 

“Dominic.” You warn, glaring at him. He bursts out laughing, and you can’t help the scoff you let out. 

“You know, they do say that Capricorns and Cancers are the mom and dad of the zodiac.” You try to reason.

“You’re the mom right?” He asks. You squint your eyes at him and dig around the space between you two. He’s simpering at you, trying to prove his mommy kink bit.

“I lied, I'm a Leo.”

“No, you’re not.” 

“I know.” You pull out a little knitted beanie baby from the blankets. It wears the hat Dominic had on during Coachella. “A fan made this for you right?” 

“Yes, she did! Isn’t it sick?” 

“It is. How does it feel having some of the most creative fans there is out there?” 

Dominic looks between you, and the plush, then reaches his hand out for it. “You know, it's almost surreal. This fame shit kinda came out of nowhere for me, so there was a huge adjustment period I went through when it came to people supporting me and giving me things they put so much time into.” 

You nod, letting him continue.

“I think I’m still adjusting to it really, but nothing brings me more joy than like seeing this stuff you know? I love my fans, and I’d be nothing without them.” 

“It seems they love you back just as much, if not more.” Dom grins and nods, “Yeah, I’d say so. They’re so fucking creative.” 

“Have you read your fanfics?” 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” 

“Because I have one right here we can—” You stop mid-sentence and pull out your phone. 

“Are you serious?” He looks at the camera as if he was Jim from The Office when you ignore him, and begin typing with urgency.

“This is the most excited I’ve seen you since this started.” 

You ignore his comment and hand him your phone with a fic pulled up. 

“Read this.”

“Yo, do you read these yourself? You found this way too fast.”

“I found this one last night. Now read.” 

It’s a Tumblr story you saved for this very moment, and you wouldn’t pass up the opportunity. 

“Smut? What’s smut?” He looks at you for an answer, but you just gesture your hands toward the phone for him to keep reading. 

It’s silent for a few, and you signal your cameraman to zoom in on Dominic’s face. 

You watch as his face morphs into confusion, then surprise, then what you assume is mild interest, before he’s pulling the phone back and his eyes are blown wide. 

“Holy fucking shit y’all write porn about me?” The crew erupts into laughter, and you tuck your lips in to avoid laughing too. 

“Smut.” You say. 

Dominic glances from you, back to the phone. 

“Why am I kinda turned on by this.” 

“Because I wrote it.” 

Dominic whips his head towards you, and his mouth drops.

“Wait really?” You don’t respond, reaching down to the floor and pulling up a box of Reese’s Puffs cereal. 

“Reese’s?” You ask, dropping a handful into your mouth and holding the box out to him. 

“Where did you—” Dominic keeps the same shocked expression and turns back towards the camera. The cameraman starts to laugh again and zooms in on his face. 

“When did you—” He stops, watching you chew with mild interest to his confusion. So he presses his lips together, clicks your phone off, and folds his hands together over his lap. 

“Yeah, let me get some.” You wordlessly lean over and Dominic tilts his head back so you can shake some cereal from the box into his mouth. 

“Good?” You ask while chewing. 

“Yeah.” He nods. Silence ensues while you both continue to chew while staring at each other. Then at the same time, you turn to the camera with monotone expressions. It’s unplanned, and the crew let out chuckles once again. 

“So how was touring?” You swallow, and reach down towards the floor again, pulling up two bowls with spoons in them. Dom’s learned not to question you anymore at this point, and just accepts a bowl. 

“It was fucking fun dude. I wasn’t expecting everyone to know the words of my album for the first few dates since I toured a solid week after the release.” 

“Resse’s, Cinnamon Toast Crunch, or Lucky Charms?” 

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch.” 

You pull up that box, and pour some into his bowl, then yours. “It must have felt incredible to hear them yelling it back to you. Did it?” 

“Oh man, I don’t think that’s something I’ll ever get used to. A lot of my songs are me just fucking around and making stuff that people can dance to you know?” You nod, and bring up a jug of milk, filling up your bowl, then Dom’s.

“So when I’m performing, it kinda feels like me and my fans are just kicking shit up. I’m dancing, they're dancing, it feels good. It’s fun. Whatever’s bothering them can just be forgotten for a bit.” He takes a spoonful of cereal to his lips and hums around his spoon. 

“I was at one of your shows, the LA one. And what I noticed was that your energy on stage is unbelievable.” You press your cereal down into the milk with your spoon, before continuing. 

“Like, you look so youthful, and just in your element up there. You bring such an intense and loving energy to every show and I strangely found myself missing you when it was all over and I’d never even formally met you until now.” 

It’s silent for a moment, Dominic soaking up your words while you begin eating. 

“Was that your way of confessing? Are we like gonna kiss now?” 

You roll your eyes and your crew giggles. 

“No, but seriously, thank you. That means the world, especially when like I said before I’m still adjusting to this shit.” 

“Well for what it’s worth, I think you’re navigating through all this perfectly. It’s why I became a fan in the first place. Your talent is unique to you and only you. And I mean it when I say talent like that only comes once in a lifetime.”

You point your spoon at him, “I’m sure I can speak for all of us when I say we’re beyond lucky to experience you and all your greatness in our lifetime.” You give him a big smile. 

Dominic stares at you, and you can’t read his expression but you also don’t look for too long. Opting to look into your cereal bowl, because you could feel the love-sick look that was about to show on your face.

“You’re too good at this sentimental shit dude, what the fuck.” His voice sounds a bit choked up, so you try to lighten the mood. 

“Don’t start crying on here or I’ll be forced to use it as my thumbnail for views.” The staff comes to your aid with laughter, and Dominic joins in. 

“You wouldn’t do that.” He goes to wipe his face with his shirt but is met with silence and your face back to its deadpan. He looks between you and the staff, then the camera. He speaks a little unsure, his voice going up a pitch.

“Right?”

You fully break character and full-on laugh. Unable to keep up your act with him. 

The podcast continues for a bit longer before you bring it to a close. 

“Is there anything else you’d like to say before I take a nap in your bed?” The cameraman zooms in on Dominic. 

“Um, thank you for having me. This was easily my favorite interview I’ve done. The cereal was great.” he laughs and holds up the bowl. “To my fans, I love you all so much, thank you for always showing out for me.” 

“Please continue to love my album, and stay tuned for what’s to come.” Someone behind the camera whistles, and everyone begins clapping.

The camera zooms out and shows you staring at Dom with the expression you feared the most. You’re looking at him with a dopey smile, cheek resting against the palm of your hand. 

One of the staff calls out your name, and you blink, jumping up and looking at the camera, then back at Dom who’s looking at you with a shit-eating grin. 

“Oh my god, were you falling in love with me just now?” 

“No, what.” You scoff, looking around like he’s crazy. 

“Holy shit, you were totally falling in love with me!” He laughs while moving up and pointing at you excitedly. The staff once again, betray you and join Dom. You mutter curses and pull back the blankets, stumbling off the bed and speed-walking away. The camera follows you, as you go behind the staff and all the equipment.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Dominic’s still laughing, hopping up and following after you.

“Let me take you out to dinner, I’m sorry!” He calls, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and slinging himself over you, while you cover your face and groan. 

The camera follows you both all the way out until you turned the corner. Laughs still loud and boisterous on the set. 

#dominic fike fan fiction #dominic fike imagines #dominic fike smut #elliot #elliot euphoria #elliot imagine #elliot smut #dominic fike imagine #elliot euphoria imagine #elliot fanfic #dominic fike x reader #dominic x reader #elliot x reader #elliot euphoria fanfic #elliot imagines #elliot euphoria fanfiction #elliot euphoria x reader #dominic fike fic #dominic fike fics #dominic fike fluff

[iaeriy]

heyy i love your work i was wondering if you will post some spicy fic with the birthday boy today if u know what i mean🤭

birthday (gavi x reader)

warnings; unprotected sex, few dirty talk, oral sex, spanish speaking ofc, m! recieving, smut honestly

note; i know this is late and stuff and his bday was yesterday, i was out all day and busy but as soon as anon wrote this i rushed quickly and just finished i didnt pre-read as welll sooo…, hope u enjoy! :’)

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“hey my game-“ you removed the controller off gavi’s hand as you turned the tv off, and held his hand. “no baby.. it’s still your birthday and i still have a gift for you. i know you’ll love it so so much~” you said rubbing his thigh, anytime you would touch his thigh or any part of his body, it’d leave him excited. the two of you have been out with his friends, the boy just turned 19 and decided to celebrate his birthday by going out. once the both of you had got home he well.. decided to play fifa of course.. he looked at your hand as he smiled before he stood up, you looked up at him smiling as his hands snatched onto your waist, his hands holding you. you reached onto your tippy toes. god you hated being so small around him, he either judged you or treated you like a baby. but not this time. “come.. let’s go to the room..” you whispered as you pecked his neck holding his hand as the two of you walked to the room.

you closed the door locking it as you stood there infront of him, sitting him down, he looked up at you as he pulled you onto his lap. “ves lo que me hiciste?” (see what you’ve done?) he held your hand putting it on his crotch, you looked at him blushing as your arms wrapped around his neck. he pulled you in by your waist rubbing your ass against his boner as you moaned slightly, you looked at him as he was distracted for a bit before you smashed your lips onto his, kissing him passionately as his eyes widened at your interactions. the two of you shared a kiss as you burried your ass on his crotch, his crotch slightly growing from your heatness and actions. you traced your lips down to his neck as you began to bite down and suck on his skin, his hands roamed around your ass as he gave a big squeeze on your ass, grunting at the small mixture of pain and pleasure. you began to roam your hips around slowly against his boner as he leaned his head back, “joder y/n.. sigue..haciendo eso.” (fuck y/n.. keep.. doing that.) he whispered as his breath began hitching out. you sucked on everywhere around the noticeable spots, as you moved your lips away from your neck.

your hands traced to the hem of his shirt as you raised it off his head tossing it to the floor, before you planted wet kisses from his neck to his chest to finally his abdomen. you looked up at him giggling, seeing his pink flushed cheeks. you pulled down on the zipper before pulling his jeans down tossing them on the floor, you palmed his cock through the fabric of his boxers as your hands traced on the waist band of his boxers. “don’t tease..” gavi mumbled before you pulled down his boxers as his dick sprung out against his stomach. you giggled as you held his dick in your hands rubbing the base as he moaned lowly, you licked the tip as you began to kiss the tip to the bottom of his dick. you licked the base as the tip of your tongue coated his cock, his small grunts and groans as he twitched slightly. you spat down on his cock, lubricating him all over as you stoked the base, coating it with your saliva before wrapping your small mouth around the tip. as your head began to make small little movements, while your tongue got to work by swirling it around the tip sucking onto it as little ‘pop’ sounds would be heard.

“tu lengua...se siente taaaan...b-bien..” (your tongue.. feels soooo.. good..) gavi said stuttering as he spoke trying to hold his sounds in to comprehend his sentence, his hands holding onto the sheets as your tongue still managing to do all the work. you stroke the rest while bobbing your head, up and down, you stroked him slowly as he groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the duvet. you continued to suck on the tip as you began to pool yourself in your underwear, letting the dirty thoughts get to your head as his sounds turned you on even more. you sped up the pace as you tried your best not to gag, as you bobbled your head you took his length further more into your mouth. you looked at his stomach as it matched with his hitched out breathing, you giggled as he groaned again sending a vibration through him, he held onto a fistful of your hair as you continued to move your head, he sat up just a bit as he looked down at you. you looked back up at him,”tantas cosas..que tu boquita puede hacer..” (so nany things..your small mouth can do..) he said whispering holding onto your cheek, as you moved your head deeply taking in his entire length as you held onto his hand, you left your mouth resting there as you swirled your tongue around in circles, the tip of your tongue sliding through his base as he gripped onto your hair before you pulled back up catching your breathe as he pushed you down just a bit, guiding your head by your hair.

you looked up at him as grunts and small gags left your mouth before you smacked his hand off as you removed your mouth away from his dick, a thick string of saliva releasing from your mouth as you spat down on his dick again before you stood up infront of him, you slowly traced your hands to the hem of your shirt as you lifted it above your head as your black lace bra was exposed infront of him, you pulled down your pajama shorts as you tossed it to the side, leaving your matching lace thong exposed out to him. you giggled as you looked at his cheeks and his eyes, you sat back down on his lap. you straddled his hips down as you cupped his cheeks, “you’re already enjoying yourself..how cute..” you said as you slid off your thong, sliding it to your leg to your ankles as you tossed it on top of his clothes. before you hovered above his dick as you sunk yourself down into his cock, as you pushed yourself in. you arched your back as you recieved a groan holding onto your waist, you felt your wetness and the wet mess that was coated with your saliva as you held onto his shoulder.

you giggled at his expressions as you began to rock your hips slowly against him, his hands kneading his butt as he rubbed it, “my god..eres tan hermosa..” he said as you smiled, stroking the back of his hair as you sped up the pace, slightly moaning at your back and forth movements. your juices coating everywhere on your ass to his thighs as the sounds scattered throughout the room. you began to bounce up and down on his dick as the sound of your ass smacking on his skin. you whimpered and moaned each time his cock burried inside of you, “f..feels s-so..good..!” you whispered out as you gripped onto his shoulder before he pulled you closer by your waist. you rested your forehead on his as groans slipped out of his mouth and you continued with your movements, he kissed you as his hands roamed to your bra, unclamping it as your breasts fell out, you kissed back cupping his cheeks before he tossed the bra to the side as you kept your movements back and forth.

you continued to kiss him as he gripped onto your waist tightly moving you quicker, you winced at his grip as you scratched his back, letting out muffled moans from his kisses as you kept bouncing on his cock. you pulled away from the kiss as you kept moaning uncontrollably, he pushed you further deeply into his dick as you arched your back moaning loudly. “don’t stop..please..” you whispered as you burried your face in his neck, as his hands took over you moving you up and down deeply, you kissed his neck again. your whole body was warm and sore, drunked out on his actions as you began to drool on his shoulder. you’re ass being hit against his dick harshly everytime he controlled you. your wet sounds getting wetter and soaking his inner thighs, your clit desperate for touch as you kept whiny moaning into his ear. you tried to move but with his tight grip it was.. difficult. “t-touch meeee..pleaseeeee.. i-i wanna feel you everywhere..” you said as he was too distracted with focusing on your movements, he kept looking down at the way he controlled your hips, you grabbed his free hand placing it beneath your clit as he looked at you and smirked, “you’re doing so well for me mi amor..” he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck as you blushed heavily at his words.

gavi looked down at his hand smirking again before rubbing your clit slowly as you leaned your head back moaning loudly just a bit, you sat up as you leaned yourself back placing your hands on his kneecaps rolling your hips quickly against his dick, you threw your head to the side moaning uncontrollably as he continued to rub on your clit. “i-i love you..” you said breathlessly as you were heavy breathing from the movement you kept doing. sweat was everywhere on your chest as you looked down at him, his sweaty forehead and damp hair as he began to rub on your clit faster. you gasped in between your moans bouncing faster up and down on his dick as you felt your stomach tighten up. “s-so close..” you shaky breathe as he gripped onto your tit with his free hand, his hand moving faster within every movement.

“h-hey!” you said as he pushed you off, you were now on your fours as he slammed himself in without a warning. he thrusted quicker and harsh into you as you moaned loudly holding onto the sheets, “been dying to do this to you ever since..” he whispered as he gripped onto your hips slamming himself back and forth as you shut your eyes moaning uncontrollably, you moved forward each time he thrusted harder into you. you clenched tightly around him as he groaned loudly gripping onto your hair slightly you yelped at the sudden hair tug as he found your sensitive spot thrusting quickly into it, you burried your face into the sheets as you moaned uncontrollably, drunked out in the pleasure. you knew he was close by the way he kept thrusting so sloppy and just quickly. you felt your stomach tighten again as you leaned against his chest, he turned your head around as he kissed you muffling your sounds. you kissed back as your moans muffled between the kiss, you held onto his arm as you tried to hold yourself still, “i wan-wanna..” you said breathlessly as he chuckled, “i know baby, me too..” he whispered before pushing himself deeper as you moaned out going back into the kiss.

he rubbed on your clit slowly as you whimpered in between the kiss, that was the last thing you needed. for him to mess around with your slit, he continued to rub onto your wetness as you moaned nonstop during the kiss. “joder..correte para mi princesa..” (fuck.. cum for me princess.. he whispered as you released yourself, your upper body falling onto the bed as he injected himself inside of you filling you up, he slowly pulled out trying not to ruin his mess as he chuckled.

you laid on your stomach sighing out from the pleasure as you laid down on your back looking at him, “t-told you.. you’ll love i-it..” you stuttered as he looked at you smiling, kissing your cheek as he rubbed your head, he wrapped his arm around your as he rested his hand on your hip, your head resting on his chest as you whispered hugging his chest “happy birthday hermoso..” you said before falling asleep, he looked down at you smiling rubbing your cheek as he fell asleep afterwards.

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[lipglossanon]

And I Can Tell Just What You Want

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stepdad!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Hopefully this lives up to anon’s request for sneaking around while the mom’s home 🤭

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, slight somno in the beginning, oral (f receiving), fingering, ass play, dirty talk, Leon being a perv, mean Leon, vibrator used on reader, spit kink, unprotected sex, pussy spanking, creampie

not proofread ✌️ just a whole lot of smut 😝

Title from What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club

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You’re slow to wake up, but when you do it almost feel like you’re still dreaming. Opening your eyes, everything’s still fuzzy and bleary before they adjust. Your pussy feels hot and wet making you looking down to see a head of sandy blonde hair between your legs. 

As your brain slowly processes what’s happening, Leon pulls back to gently suck on your clit making you whine. 

“Good morning, baby.”

“Daddy,” your voice cracks with sleepy disuse.  

“Shh shh,” he whispers, lapping at your pulsing cunt, “gotta be quick cause your mom’s just downstairs.”

Slick oozes from your fluttering hole.

“She’s home?” 

“Yeah,” he sighs dipping his mouth back down to lick all over your pussy lips, sucking on your clit before pressing his tongue back into your cunt. 

You cover your mouth as you whine, clit throbbing as Leon eats you out slowly. 

“Been tasting this hot little pussy all morning,” he groans, pulling back to place soft teasing kisses on the hood of your clit, “was kinda hoping you wouldn’t wake up, get you to cum all over my tongue without you even knowing.”

“Daddy,” you gasp, hips pushing down into his lips. 

“Mm like that sweetheart? Like that daddy just couldn’t help himself?” He laughs meanly, biting into your hip, “walked by your room and saw those little panties peeking out from under your sheets, just needed a quick taste of good pussy.”

You bite your lips, back arching as arousal thrums in your belly. 

“Love eating your cunt baby,” he moans, licking into your wet hole. 

He sucks on your pussy lips and runs his tongue up to softly suckle on your clit, getting the sensitive bud messy with spit. You grind your hips into his mouth as he watches you with dark eyes. 

He pulls back but not without a quick kiss to your throbbing clit, “Roll over for me, baby, wanna try something.”

You sluggishly do as he asks, flipping over until you’re lying on your stomach. He grabs your thighs and pushes them until you’re spread open, glistening cunt on display. 

“Mm this way you can rub that cute clit onto the bed while I tongue fuck your hole baby,” his voice rumbles, “so sexy eating a girl out like this. Your mom hates it.”

That last part he mutters to himself, nearly under his breath, but you catch it. 

As your syrupy thoughts try to collect themselves at that sentence, Leon licks back into your wet pussy. His hands grab your ass as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips open. 

You moan into your pillow, hips squirming against the wet tongue spearing you open as Leon greedily eats your cunt. Thinking about what he says makes you even wetter. Why would your mom hate this you think dizzily. Leon’s holding you open and fucking his tongue into your clenching hole over and over again. 

You tense up when you feel the pad of a finger slide over the furl of your asshole. Leon groans into your pussy making you clench and rock down on the bed. He doesn’t move his finger, only rubs it softly back a forth over your asshole.

“Wanna let me eat this hole too, baby?” Leon pulls back with a wet sound, mouth dragging up to bite your ass cheeks. 

“S’dirty,” you whisper, embarrassment making you feel hot all over, “you can’t put your mouth there, daddy.”

He chuckles derisively, “Is my pretty girl telling me what to do?”

He spreads your ass cheeks until your hole is completely bare for him to see. 

“N-no, no,” you wiggle your hips making it that much more enticing for him to lick a hot, wet stripe from your cunt all the way to your asshole. 

“Daddy,” you whine, pussy fluttering at how much you like it, “but it’s dirty.”

“Well good thing I’m gonna lick it clean huh,” he spits on your rim, “yeah daddy’s gonna eat your cute little ass til you’re begging for it.”

You gasp and moan as he licks over your rim with his hot tongue making you  squirm and rock your swollen clit into the bed. While you’re distracted by his mouth, he slips a couple of fingers into your empty pussy making you squeal and buck your hips. 

He hums and slowly slides his tongue into your ass, spit dripping down the furl to slide down onto his fingers scissoring you open. 

“Daddy,” you choke out, feeling dirty and turned on as Leon fucks open your ass with his thick tongue. 

He fucks his fingers into your pussy until he’s rubbing against your g-spot making your whine and bite your pillow. His tongue greedily licks your asshole open, sloppy wet sounds echoing off your bedroom walls making you drip slick down his fingers. 

A knock on your door has you both freezing.

“Sweetie, breakfast is nearly ready so get dressed and come down,” your mom calls through the door. 

Leon softly groans and buries his tongue past your clenching rim, tongue fucking into your ass while he fingers your cunt. 

“O-okay, mom, thanks!” you pray your voice came out steady, eyes rolling as Leon eats you out rougher than before.

Leon pulls away to murmur, “Want you to cum, sweetheart,” then fucks his fingers into your squelching pussy harder and harder, grinding against your spongy spot making you pulse around him.  

“Sorry what did you say?” she asks you. 

You rock your hips into Leon as his tongue slowly laps at the rim of your hole over and over making a sloppy wet noise. 

“Oh uh probably j-just the movie I, I’m watching,” you finally get out, keeping your voice as smooth as possible. 

“Okay, just finish up and come down,” she calls back through the door. 

Listening for a moment, you don’t hear her anymore. 

“You heard her,” he keeps up the slow teasing licks against your winking hole, “gotta finish up, baby.”

Leon spears you open on his tongue again, fingers roughly fucking into your pussy. You slap your palms over your mouth as you bounce back against Leon’s mouth and fingers, whining high in your throat.  

Leon growls and pushes his mouth harder against the furl of your asshole, to tongue fuck deeper into your clenching hole. 

“Gonna cum, daddy,” you mewl, hands slipping away to let him know before covering your mouth again. 

Leon only hums and continues to finger your cunt and eat your ass, getting you to rock yourself down on him. 

Your bedsheets keep rubbing against your clit every time you grind down making your toes curl as Leon keeps his fingers right on your g-spot. He groans into your hole making you clench down on him, that little sound of pleasure pushing you over the crest. 

You cum hard around Leon’s fingers, walls fluttering and milking the digits as your asshole clenches rhythmically around his thick, wet tongue. You squeal as he keeps up the rough finger fuck on your cunt until you’re arching away from overstimulation. 

He pulls away with wet suctioning squelches, both from you pussy and ass, making you whine. 

“Stay still, baby,” he grunts, and you hear a wet schlick schlick schlick as he jerks off. 

“Wanna cum on your holes,” he growls, fucking into his fist harder, fat tip bumping against your spread pussy. 

A moment later you feel hot ropes of cum cover your pussy before he drags the head of his cock up to your asshole to coat it with the rest of his sticky jizz. 

You go to shift and he pushes you back down onto the bed. 

“Stay there a minute longer,” he chuckles, “mmm love the way that looks.”

Another pause and then he taps your ass with the palm of his hand, “Roll over for me, sweetheart”

You do and see that he has his phone pulled out. You feel a flash of embarrassment and hurt which must show on your face.

“It’s only pictures, pretty girl,” he soothes, “no video. And I don’t have your face.”

“O-okay, daddy,” nipples hardening as he shows you the handful of pictures he just took on his camera roll. 

You spread your thighs, “Y-you can take more if you want.”

“Mm such a good girl for me,” he grins at you, “spread your pussy open.”

You reach down using both hands to spread your cunt open so your stepdad can take pictures of you. 

“One more thing, baby,” he puts his phone down and reaches for something next to him on the bed. 

He holds it up and you mewl seeing that it’s a little U shaped insertable vibrator. He presses it against your clit and turns it on. Your hips jump up eagerly. 

“There we go,” he laughs mockingly, “slutty pussy needs more huh?”

“Daddy,” you gasp, keeping your pussy spread so he can tease over your clit before pressing the vibrator into your hole, the other half of the U shape coming out to press all along your sensitive folds and bud. 

“Gonna keep you wet and ready for me all day, sweetheart,” he turns it off making you whine. 

He pulls away and stands at the edge of the bed. 

“You better get ready and head down, don’t want your mom to get mad,” he smirks, and after unlocking your door slips out of your room closing it behind him. 

You fall back onto your bed as the vibrator buzzes into life making your thighs twitch. You roll over and press your face into your pillow to moan. It cuts off suddenly making your hips rock against your bed, cunt feeling so desperate and needy. 

Luckily, you’re able to get up and get dressed without anymore interruptions from Leon. Heading downstairs, you join your mom in the kitchen where she’s cleaning up. 

“I made you a plate,” she nods her head at the counter, “once you’re finished, can you work on the laundry for me?”

“Sure thing, mom,” you smile at her, feeling a small pang of shame in your chest at having an illicit relationship with her husband, “need anything else?”

She shakes her head, “No, at least not right now. Once Leon comes downstairs, we’re going to be rearranging that spare room next to the living room into an office space for him.” 

“Oh?” you pick up the plate and take a bite out of your toast, “I think he mentioned that the other day.”

She turns back to the sink to finish rinsing out her glass, “I’m so happy you two are getting along.”

It’s fantastic timing that you’ve set your plate back on the counter since the vibrator in your cunt turns on making your legs weak and hands shake. 

“Mmhmm,” you hum in agreement, thighs clasping together as the buzzing kicks up a notch making you lean more on the countertop. 

You keep your eyes on your mom as you rock your hips into the pulsing on your clit. Aching to touch yourself, you almost cry out once it all stops leaving slick dripping into your panties. 

“Morning, ladies,” Leon calls out with a smirk as he practically glides into the kitchen. 

You squint your eyes at him but he ignores your suspish look and grabs a glass of water from your mom. 

“I figured we should get started on that room,” she states, drying her hands on a dish towel, “the quicker we do it the quicker it’ll get done.”

The buzzing starts up again making you grab onto the countertop, wide eyes looking over at Leon who’s still ignoring you. 

“Sounds good to me,” he shrugs, tilting up the glass of water. “Just let me finish this.”

She smiles and heads out of the kitchen, and as soon as she’s out of eyesight Leon ramps up the vibration making your legs buckle. You press your hands over your mouth to stifle any noise. 

Leon crouches down where you’re practically collapsed against the cabinets, “Feeling good, baby?”

You bring your teary eyes to look up at him and he kisses you, tongue pushing into your mouth to taste you eagerly. He sloppily makes out with you on the kitchen floor, while your mom is just down the hall, as you hump your throbbing cunt against the vibrator. 

He cups your pussy, helping you gain some friction against you clit and making you whine into his mouth. He grabs your hip with his other hand and gets you to rock into his palm just right driving you wild. 

Your hands come up to tangle in his shirt as you ride his palm and messily suck on his tongue. 

“Leon, can you bring some of your hand tools in here!” your mom’s voice calls out down the hall. 

Leon pulls his mouth away from yours, eyes hungry and dark as he answers her, “Sure thing, let me just head out and get them.”

He dips his head down to your ear, “Better cum now baby, I gotta go.”

“Spit in my mouth,” you blurt out, feeling hot down to your toes, “helps make me cum.”

“Yeah?” A slow grin spreads across his face, “well if that’s what you want.”

You loll out your tongue, panting eagerly as Leon drools a line of spit into your mouth. You tug on his shirt hinting you want more, so he spits so hard into your mouth it hits the back of your throat. At the same time, he grinds his palm up against the vibrator buzzing along your clit and you slam your mouth shut as you cum hard, panties and shorts getting soaked with slick. 

Standing up, he adjusts himself in his sweats. He pets your hair and heads out of the kitchen, shooting you a knowing look as he leaves the room. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. Glancing down at your half eaten plate, you scrape the leftover food into the trash before quickly washing it and setting it in the dish rack to dry. 

You leave the kitchen and make your way down the hall to the laundry room. Ducking into the room, you see it’s kind of a mess. 

“Gonna be here for a minute,” you sigh out loud to yourself. 

Halfway through sorting out clothes, you have to prop against the washer as the vibrator turns on at a higher setting than before. You cover your mouth as you moan, humping air as you chase the buzzing on your clit. 

“Now isn’t that a sight,” Leon’s low timbre rumbles behind you.

He presses his front all along your back, bending you over the washing machine. He slips your shorts and panties down to your thighs and you feel him slide his naked cock up against your slick pussy lips. 

“Just gonna get a quick pussy job in before I have to head back,” he kisses your ear, “cum all over your pretty pussy and let it drip in your panties.”

“Daddy,” you gasp out, eyes half lidded as arousal wipes your mind blank. 

“Shh, keep quiet,” he slides his cock against your cunt, the fat tip running along the vibrator to nudge your swollen clit. 

When you gasp out again, he pushes two fingers into your mouth. 

“What’d I say, sweetheart? Keep your fucking mouth shut,” he growls, hips grinding his dick against your pussy lips making you whine.  

It feels like forever that Leon stuffs your mouth as he rubs off on your pussy. The vibrator hasn’t let up and you can feel an orgasm building in your lower belly. 

“God, got me all worked up, baby,” he chuckles in your ear, biting the love, “gonna cum all over your slutty pussy.”

You press back against him as he groans, biting down on your shoulder while his cock kicks against your soaked cunt, painting your clit and pussy lips white with sticky cum. 

The vibrator suddenly turns off making you buck back against him, whining around his fingers. He slides them out of your mouth and pats your cheek. 

“Oh I know,” he coos as he tugs your panties and shorts back up to cover you, “but this one’s for me, sweetheart. Don’t care if you cum or not.”

He smacks your ass lightly as he walks out of the laundry room leaving you a horny, dripping mess. Shakily, you somehow finish doing the laundry although your mind feels like it’s on autopilot. 

As you’re leaving and going to your  room, you bypass your mom heading into the kitchen. 

“Oh, sweetheart! I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

“Sure,” you pause and watch as she grabs her car keys from the kitchen counter, “I gotta run to the store to grab some things for dinner. Could you help Leon finish up that room? It’s nearly finished so you won’t have to do too much.”

Your cunt pulses with your heartbeat as you nod at her, “No problem.”

She smiles at you and heads to the front door, “Good, good. I’ll catch you two later. Love you!”

You wave as she steps out the door, “Love you too!”

Once the door shuts, you stand in the hall for a few seconds to collect your racing thoughts. Finally feeling calm, you walk down the hallway and past the open living room to the spare room, now office space. 

You step in and see that it’s pretty much finished. There’s a desk setup near the opposite wall with bookcases tucked on the wall next to you as well as a new rug having been laid out. 

Leon stands up from behind the desk and drops the screwdriver down on top. 

He looks over at you and smirks, “Feeling alright?”

You shyly look down, “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“Come here,” he sits on the edge of the desk and pats his lap.

You nearly trip over that damn rug in your haste to get to him. He pulls you to stand between his legs. 

“She gone?”

You nod, “Yeah, had to run to the store.”

He kisses you hard, as his hand reaches out to palm your hot pussy. 

“Take these off and bend over the desk,” he snaps the band on your shorts. 

You step back and slip out of your panties and shorts, leaving them on the floor as you bend over his new desk. 

“Good girl,” he praises, smoothing a broad palm down your back and then holding it there to keep you from moving. 

Whining, you arch up into the touch, “Leon, please I need it so bad.”

“What do you need?” you can hear the grin in his voice. 

“Daddy’s cock,” you whimper, “need daddy to fuck my pussy.”

“Baby,” he groans, slipping out the vibrator making you cry out, “don’t worry, daddy’s bout to stuff this needy hole.”

“Please, please, please,” you chant. 

Without any warning, Leon presses his thick cock into your clenching heat bottoming out quickly since you’re so soft and wet inside. 

“Oh fuck,” he groans, “she really needed it, huh sweetheart.”

He smacks your ass making you whine and clench. 

“Mm yeah she needed daddy’s fat cock to fill her up,” he grunts, pulling back halfway just to slam his throbbing dick back into your greedy pussy. 

You feel him rub against the rim of your ass making you clench and squeal. 

“Hush,” he warns, thumb slipping down to gather the slick leaking from your pussy only to slide it back up to your asshole and dip inside.  

You clamp down hard on his cock making him moan. 

“Can’t wait to stuff you here too,” he murmurs, “train this tight hole to take daddy’s cock.”

You moan and buck back against him, “Daddy!”

He laughs derisively, “This way if you misbehave, I can still cream a tight hole. Punish that cute little pussy but daddy’s still getting his dick wet.”

You arch back with a low whine, cunt pulsing around his cock as his thumb slips in and out of your clenching rim. 

“Sounds like you like it,” he grunts and begins fucking into you harder, balls slapping against the back of your thighs, “you’re so fucking tight.”

“Daddy, wanna cum, wanna cum please,” you moan. 

Your eyes roll back in your head when his hand pulls away from your ass to slip his fingers over your hip to pinch and rub your clit. 

You mewl as he shoves your head down onto his desk and rails you hard. 

“So fucking close,” he groans, “been thinking bout this soaked little pussy all day. Don’t know how much I wanted to fill your little cunt earlier.”

“Daddy, daddy!” you’re moaning so loud now, grinding your pussy onto his pistoning cock while his fingers rub all over your clit. 

“Yeah? C’mon and cream me,” he bites your shoulder in the same spot as earlier, “get that slick all over my fat cock.”

He grinds his dick up into your pussy to knock against your g-spot, making your back bow into the feeling. 

“G’nna cum,” you slur out, mouth drooling all over the wood of his desk.

“Do it then, cum on my cock,” he spanks your cunt hard, palm coming down on your clit over and over making you scream out your orgasm. 

Slick gushes out around his cock as he keeps grinding into that spongy spot and spanking your pussy. Your eyes slip closed and it’s like fireworks going off in your brain. Your fingers and toes curl in on themselves as your cunt pulses and clenches down on his cock.  

“Fuck yes,” he growls, letting go of you to grab the desk so he can pound into your fluttering pussy. 

Half a dozen thrusts and he’s burying himself deep inside your cunt, hot thick spurts of cum filling you up. Once he starts to soften, he slips out of your spent pussy. He presses the vibrator back inside and helps you to stand up on shaky legs. 

“Keep that in so you don’t make a mess going upstairs,” he kisses the top of your head as he helps you put on your panties and shorts. 

“‘kay Daddy,” you smile up at him, body buzzing with your orgasm. 

You walk out of his office in a daze and head up to your room to grab clothes for a shower. You distantly hear the front door open and close. 

“Back already?” Leon calls out to your mom. 

“Yep, going to work on dinner soon. Did you two finish up?”

“Sure did,” he laughs.

Your pussy walls flutter around the vibrator as Leon’s cum drips into your panties

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