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lucky13les · 2 years
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Here is it! The filth. I hope all enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it. Thank you for being interested in my writings and feel free to send requests! I will get to them as I am able!
Minors DNI
(Yes I reused a gif, I have no drawing talents and I love that satisfied smirk of hers)
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Grayson: You asked for this
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As quietly as you could manage, you sunk down lower on the toy beneath you, whining softly around Grayson’s cock in your mouth. She hummed in approval, seeming to not noticing your movement as you pressed your face closer to the leather and her curls peeking out around it. One of her hands pulled your hair gently, not a command to stop, merely a bit of extra encouragement as you continued. “That’s it, darling, just like that.” Her deep baritone sending shivers down your spine.
You took breaths through your nose until you started to feel sparks at the back of your throat, releasing the seal you had made around the piece of tech and beginning to back off her cock with loud breaths. But her hand tightened its grip causing your head to go back closer to her crux. “I know you can keep going, hm?” Your hands made their way to rest on her thighs, your hips lifting off the toy on the ground, causing your breath to catch around the cock in your mouth. Shutting your eyes tightly, you concentrated as much as you could on breathing through your nose again, ignoring the tightness in your throat, not wanting to disappoint her.
Your tongue lapped a her cock, the piece of tech allowing Grayson to feel every lick and bit of pressure you offered it. A few more seconds and you felt her grip lighten and you pulled away from the toy, taking in a ragged breath once it was out of your mouth. You heard her groan as you rested your cheek against the spit-slick strap-on, looking up at her as you tried to catch your breath. “You always take my cock so well.” The dildo bobbed next to you as she watched you a moment longer before taking it in her own hand and giving it a few strokes, shuddering as the motion carried up through her body. “My hand only does so much, but your mouth… it could bring a woman to her knees.”
A wide smile broke out on your face and you murmured against her fingers, “Well, when that woman is you, I can’t complain.” You pause, looking up at her, admiring the view of her soft abs and the valley in between her weighty breast, finally resting at her face. Her cheeks were a bit flushed and you could see her breasts move with each breath she took. You wrapped your lips around the outside of one of her fingers before giving it a long lick, your tongue caring off her digits to the cock she had been stroking.
A low, rough growl tumbled from her before her hand left her cock to tangle in your hair and keep it in a hold, stilling your movements. “Still hungry, bear?” Her other hand came down and pressed into your open mouth, applying a bit of pressure to your tongue before running over your bottom lip.
“I’m always hungry for your cock, Grayson.” Your voice was light and yielding, but when you noticed her eyebrow raise you quickly corrected yourself, though your voice was quieter this time. “Mommy.”
“I know you are, darling. You’re so good for me, letting me fuck that sweet mouth of yours. Such a good little bear.” She stood, taking a step back from you and with a low hum moved to the couch a few feet away, sitting down and leaning back into it. “Now dear one, I want you to take that toy down to the base, do you understand? Imagine I’m filling you up with my cock again.” She watched you, her thick lips quirked up on one side as she saw recognition rest on your face. “Yes, bear, we can try out your idea tonight.”
With a nod and a quick, “thank you, ma’am.” you began to get to work. This was one of your larger dildos that she had purchased for you when you two had first started experimenting with toys. Her previous lovers didn’t seem to like as much penetration as you did and had opted for smaller dildos. But yours, hers really with how often she would wear it and fuck you senseless, was thick with an undulating pattern on one side, the other smooth and it curved just so to where it made your eyes water if she went hard enough. It usually took you a minute to get comfortable and take it all the way so as you began to rock your hips back and forth, you angled your hips down to ease the toy further inside you.
Your breath caught as you leaned forward heavily on your arms, breasts pinned between them as you looked up at Grayson, her hand lazily stroking the underside of her strap. “Just like that, bear.” A heat traveled with her gaze along your body, roaming from your pleading eyes and bottom lip caught in between your teeth to your breasts pinned deliciously between your arms.
Up and down, you carried your hips slowly at first along the toy, grinding lower and lower with each rotation, mewling and moaning, your breath unsteady as you continued on until it was fully hilted inside you. You felt your walls spasming around it, unable to settle around the toy, causing you to squirm. “F-fuck, Mommy. It feels… so good.” You lifted again and let your hips drop faster, the cock filling you again as you yelped, eyes shutting. The pressure inside you was threatening to be overwhelming and you kept your hips hovering just over the ground as you caught your breath, steadying yourself.
While you did feel full and you loved when Grayson fucked you with this cock, something was missing. “Please, Mommy, I need you. I want you to fill me, please. I can’t finish without you.” The whines tore from your throat as you watched her stroke herself in the chair. You had both talked about the idea of you fucking yourself as she did this, but you had underestimated how much you wanted her to be the one to do it. To feel the warmth of her body as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.
“Now, now. This was your idea, little one. Don’t tell me you can’t. I know how you spent your afternoon after going into town last week.” There was a playfulness to her voice, certainly, but there it was: you had been caught. That day you had finished up shopping a bit earlier than expected and had gotten home with time to spare before Grayson would be back. You had used the very same dildo you were riding tonight to tease yourself. You weren’t able to finish though, you had heard Grayson’s keys jingle at the door, which now you realized she had down on purpose rather than exposing you then and there.
Almost instantly, heat spread across your chest. You had been a bit suspicious as to why Grayson had agreed so readily to your suggestion. Normally she always wanted to be the one to bring you to completion. She wanted her fingers inside you, or to have you on her lips, around her cock at release. Whispering hotly of how divine you felt, how you sounded so adorable when she would pinch your nipples as you came.
“Gray, pleas-”
“Oh? Are you so desperate that you’ve forgotten your manners? I suppose I could have you stop entirely for the night, if you’ve grown tired of our game.”
Immediately you shake your head, sliding back down on the toy fully, shuddering at the fullness. “No ma’am. I’ll be a good bear, I promise.” Your breath hitched again as you let the toy fill you until your ass touched the cold marble floor. You raised your hips again to the tip and lowered once more, crying out at the feeling. Your eyes closing as you concentrated on the feeling of the toy inside you, willing it to be a match to the one on Grayson’s hips.
“Eyes on me, bear.”
Opening your eyes, you set them on her own, eyes pleading as you continued your motions. You watched as she smirked at you, continuing to stroke herself, groaning when she rubbed the tip. Had you any sense, you would have seen that she was matching your pace. Though hers was more sleek, not as ribbed as the one currently stretching your wet pussy.
Your eyes traveled down her face, along the elegant line of her hooked nose that would always press just so against your clit when she went down on you. To those full, firm lips that always knew the right thing to say that drove you mad with want as they caressed your ear. You let out a long whine as you bottomed out on the toy again.
You kept your pace as best you could, but as you were not the one who usually set it, your hips faltering every now and again. Your hand shaking, you let it pinch a nipple, letting out a whimper, and watched as your lover took a sharp inhale. You bloomed at the thought of making her so aroused with your actions and cupped your breast, letting your fingers indent your skin as you teasingly squeezed it. If you were going to come by yourself, you were at least going to put on a show.
From your breast, you moved your hand lower shuddering as you attempted to mimic Grasyon’s normal movements. You didn’t understand how she could have so much control. Her motions always seemed so purposeful and deliberate. Never leading you to believe she second guessed anything. She would normally chuckle when you’d mention her composure and say ‘I am always sure of where to touch you. Your body sings it’s secrets to me.’ Nevertheless, your hand lowered, over your soft stomach and down further still until it almost touched the toy deep inside you, stopping just short and hovering over your clit. With a shaky breath you finally, gently, let two fingers rub on either side of your clit, your hips bucking harshly at first contact. A groan left you as you carried your fingers up and down on either side, already speeding up. Your thighs shook as they attempted to keep riding the toy. Your eyes closed for just a moment before fluttering open to look at Gray again, moaning lowly.
Her own gaze was bearing down on you, her hand stopped, but her thumb padding over the tip of her strap. Her breath was coming in and out deeply, her eyes hooded as she watched while seemingly getting closer to her own release. As you whined her name, a growl left her as she fisted her cock, leaning further back onto the couch. Her other hand made it’s way to her own center, stroking between her glistening folds. She was a sight to behold, hair sticking to her forehead, eyes trained on your hands and the toys disappearing inside you, her own teasing her outer folds.
“Please may I come?” You could barely utter anything, your mind becoming hazy as your hand continued its ministrations on your clit. You were going to need permission soon, you had no idea how long you could keep this up and te last thing you wanted was to come without permission. “Please, please-”
“Almost, bear. Hold on just a little longer for Mommy-” The strained words left her lips and her own eyes closed. “Fuck-” the grunt left her a moment later as she came, her thighs shaking, hips grinding down, and fist gripping her cock. Still you continued, whimpered and moaning as you felt on fire, not wanting to disobey but feeling your own orgasm looming over you. You didn’t ask again as your lover’s body relaxed, chest heaving with each breath before she sat up a bit more. Her eyes softened as she watched you. You had been so good for her this time and with something entirely new. “Come for me, love. Let go.”
Those words were all you needed and you felt the heat spread down and out your body, a stream trickling down the toy as your hips shuddered, thighs practically giving out beneath you. Your arms shook as they kept you upright, feeling your orgasm continue leaking out of you, spurt after spurt. Your breath slowly began to even as you shakily raised your hips, stopping yourself just in time to look up at Grayson again, “M-may I take it out, Mommy?”
“Oh, my sweet bear, yes. Come here, let me hold you.”
The sheer adoration in her words was enough to give you a second relief as you fully dislodged the cock from inside you, only to let out another whine as another spurt left your body. Leaving the saturated toy, you crawled up the couch and let your head rest against her knee, a deep sigh leaving your body at finally being able to feel your lover’s skin against yours.
A low chuckle left her as she reached down to help you guide the rest of your body up to be tucked against her side. “You were exquisite, my darling. And what a good idea you had to do this.” Her arm pulled you closer, her lips pressing against your forehead dotted with sweat.
The two of you remained there for a bit of time, listening to each other’s breathing, the night easy and without rush. You pressed in closer to her, kissing between her breast and arm wrapped around you, your own sliding across her stomach. There, it pulled her closer still and you draped your leg over her. “Up for round two?”
The query released a deliciously low chuckle out of her as she lifted you to lay fulling on top of her. “You are insatiable, my little bear.” Her lips met yours in a deep, wanting kiss. “But how could I say no?”
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mylittleredgirl · 2 months
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that moment when you cross the point of no return with a character should be accompanied by a specific chime i think. like 🔔 congratulations! this one has been installed in the Permanent Collection and you will never stop thinking about them as long as you live
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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Just saw a TikTok complaining about ‘kitten’ as a pet name in fanfiction and while I do agree with/understand their discomfort on that one the comments were FULL of people mentioning all the other common pet names ?? Like honey babe baby sweetheart etc ?? Is your partner just supposed to call you by your name the whole time ????????
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reineydraws · 1 month
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i dont have a caption for you lol i'll let shanks's heart eyes speak for themselves 🫶
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bigskyandthecoldgun · 6 months
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steve having a cat that refuses to be touched by anyone but him (it tolerates robin by extension ofc bc it has accepted the reality that they’re a package deal), and eddie gets warned by the entire party that steve’s cat hates people who aren’t steve or robin. eddie’s fully prepared to get scratched the fuck up, but the cat’s almost as friendly with him as it is with steve. huh. weird.
meanwhile, steve’s poor cat is trying to figure out a way to get its owner to stop being so sad all the time, and when one of the strange people he spends time with makes steve smile, the cat is determined to keep him around at all costs.
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syea-say · 1 year
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Your heart. 
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keebokuun · 4 months
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Don’t push your luck, N!
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Please don't say "good boy" to me, I'll cum on the spot and it'll be embarrassing for us both
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kaiju-krew · 27 days
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stargazing⭐
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barghest-land · 10 months
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drew arthur with a little friend. they're talking about life and death
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nerdpoe · 9 months
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Someone is stealing Jason's Hoodies
Which like, fine. Alright. He gets it; with as many siblings as he has, it's impossible to track who takes what.
But someone stole his favorite hoodie.
Cass had given it to him.
It was perfect and comfy and soft and someone was gonna pay.
A quick message to the group chat was the only warning the culprit was gonna get as he checked his security cameras.
Except that isn't Tim. Or Damian. Or Dick, or Steph, or Cass, or Duke, or even Bruce.
It's a little girl.
She can't be older than six, she's got white hair, she floats, and...
...Lazarus Green eyes.
He watches her phase through his ceiling, and considers. He'd assumed it was rodents he was hearing, but...
Jason creeps up the stairs and gets to the door as quietly as he can, opting to listen before barging in.
There's a little girl's voice on the other side, desperately cheerful in a way that only those on the verge of grieving can be.
"-And you'll be okay, and you'll be safe, cuz I'm making the best nest for you ever, Danny you're gonna be so impressed, and you're gonna wake up any day now and I won't be alone anymore!"
Shit.
Fuck.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit-
Jason knocks lightly on the door.
"Don't run," he calls out, "I'm here to help. What do you need?"
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willowser · 1 year
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bakugou watches the news while washing the dishes.
muted, because he wouldn't be able to hear the weatherman over the faucet, anyway, and his brow is furrowed in concentration — at both his hands and the forecast for next week. behind him on the stove the kettle warms and you eye it lazily, jumping back and forth from it to the way bakugou's muscles shift beneath his shirt as he scrubs.
sometimes it amazes you, the strength he's built within his body — the broad span of his shoulders as he rolls them, sleeves almost too tight for his biceps, and the rest of the material hangs loose on his body, swaying off his tiny waist as he swaps weight from one foot to the other — but you know it hasn't come easy; even now, from where you're sitting, the heavy, pink scarring on his cheek is visible when he tips his head down.
you stand quietly, shuffling across the tile of the kitchen until you're close enough to wrap your arms around him. bakugou says nothing as you press your cheek into his back, only peeking over his shoulder when you press a gentle kiss into his soft cotton tee.
"thank you for spoiling me," you murmur, nuzzling further into him when you receive only a grunt, one you feel more than hear. "the food was really good, sweetie-pea."
the silly name makes him snort and he shakes his head when you hum, amused. dinner has made you full and tired and you lean a little further into him than you maybe should, though if he minds at all, he doesn't show it. instead he just sighs, breath stuttering when you slip your hands under the loose material to gently run over his stomach. just like you, he's soft, a tummy full of food, but it's not long before his abdomen is contracting, muscles suddenly tight under your touch.
you laugh quietly into his shoulder, holding back the urge to bite him. "are you flexing, tough guy?"
"shuddup," he grumbles, shifting his weight once more. "...bein' fuckin' touchy."
at that you inch closer, now purposely much too in his space — and yet he still doesn't push you away. around his shoulder, you watch him run a soapless plate under the water for almost two minutes before his focus returns and he moves on, and then you do bite him, because you can't help it.
bakugou hisses and jerks away when your teeth sink into his bicep, flushed face made more obvious as he turns to glare down at you. before he can get a word in, you kiss him in the center of his chest, over the scars of his heart, and offer him a sweet smile.
"love you,"
his eyes dart away on instinct, embarrassed, but he's been working on his vulnerability; his lips twist once before he's pressing them into your hairline, leaning back against you in return as the kettle starts to squeal.
"drink your tea, woman," he grunts, nuzzling into you the tiniest bit before letting you free. "love you, too."
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mosaickiwi · 2 months
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MC/Angel relaxing with Fox Ren giving him all the smooches and cuddles~!!! Or daily life with Redacted with MC/Angel as a house spouse teehee~!!!
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Kinda sorta combined them oopsies teehee <3 <3 da best fluffy boi
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
~Literal Domestic Fluff~
You’d been busy since Ren left to patrol the territory early that morning. With him out of the way, cleaning up was admittedly easier. The kitchen was spotless, paw prints in the hallways scrubbed away, and the laundry almost finished. A scant few linens fresh from the dryer lay in the basket at your feet, one being carefully folded as you lounged in your favorite window seat to bask in the setting sun.
You paused to bring the warm fabric up to your face. The pleasant floral scent of the detergent was nice, but nothing compared to the fresh mountain air you’d finally gotten used to over the months. You opened the window all the way to let in a breeze.
Something immediately felt different, almost relaxing about the faintly cool air flowing past. It took a moment to realize the real source of the calm that washed over you.
A familiar presence was running through the sparse trees that lined the farthest edge of the garden. Before you could even call their name, he was making leaps and bounds on pink-toed paws to cross the short expanse of greenery between you. In a matter of seconds the ethereal fox morphed into a shape closer to human as they approached, though the tails and ears stayed in place. He came to a skittering halt outside the window.
“Angel!” Ren excitedly spoke as he reached up to you, a sparkle to his pale blue eyes. 
You dropped the blanket and leaned over the window sill to take hold of his outstretched hand, placing a quick kiss to his forehead for good measure. For once, you were the one towering over him—if only by a few centimeters. “Hi, Ren,” you said with a smile.
His excitement only seemed to intensify at your affections. Nine fluffy tails began to wag in delight while you carded your other hand through his hair. “I missed you.”
“Really? I couldn't tell,” you teased, waving away a couple stray leaves and flower petals from his pointed ears. “I missed you, too.”
Your bonded partner immediately flushed pink at your response, then something caught his attention that made his nose wrinkle. “Are you okay? Was it too cold while I was gone?” 
You weren't sure what he meant until you followed his gaze to the disheveled blanket next to you on the cushioned seat. You shook your head to calm him down. “Just doing laundry.”
He was hesitant to accept your answer, but the second kiss you pressed to his lips seemed to distract him well enough. Ren stood up straighter, determined to make it last as long as possible. Shivers ran up your spine when his fingers carefully settled along the base of your neck to keep you steady. 
Though you weren't quite finished, you were forced to pull away and breathe. “Hmm, maybe I am a little cold. We should—hey!” you suddenly laughed, gently pushing them back. He was practically crawling through the window to reach you at the mere suggestion of cuddling. “Let me finish up, okay? Just a few minutes. And use the front door.”
His ears fell flat in embarrassment as he nodded and settled down. No longer crowding the window, but still on his toes to better see what you were doing.
You took your time folding the blanket and what was left in the basket. It was hard to ignore the focused gaze of the man, nor the way he noticeably perked up once you finished folding something, only to pout at the next piece of fabric you grabbed. With a little less willpower you would've abandoned the laundry far sooner to give them all of your focus.
Eventually, you had a neat and tidy pile of sheets to put away. A quick peek from the corner of your eye in their direction was enough to alert him. He bolted from the window in an instant, just for you to hear him loudly sprinting through the villa’s many hallways seconds later. There was barely any time to stand up before you were scooped up in their arms.
He nuzzled into your neck with an almost desperate sigh as he mumbled, “I’m sorry I was away for so long, beloved.” You could faintly feel his teeth nipping at the skin above your collarbone. “Y’smell different.”
“Huh? Oh.” You made a mental note to find a scentless laundry detergent on your next outing into town. Maybe it would bother him less.
The warmth of his silky tails enveloped you, barely tickling you when they brushed back and forth over your form. As he carried you from the room, tucked safely close to their chest, you happily gave them the attention they’d been waiting for.
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wrenkos · 1 year
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he’ll spoil that raccoon regardless
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canisalbus · 3 months
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Imagine for a moment that reincarnation is real... and now imagine senior, gray muzzle Vasco rescuing a sickly albino horse who seems very frightened and uncomfortable with the concept of being a horse. Vasco is too old and frail to ride anymore, as you've mentioned in the past if i remember correctly, but he takes this horse in.
No one at the stable can even make eye contact with this pale steed without its ears pinning back and its eyes threatening to bulge out of its head. However, Vasco visits every day he is physically able to, so he can gently comb its mane and tail and handfeed it oats and hay, since it refuses to eat otherwise.
Vasco doesn't give the horse a name, but in a voice soft enough for the two of them to hear, he calls it various old pet names only he should know. He swears the horse's eyes light up at his words despite not fully believing the possibility.
Regardless, they comfort each other.
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s-aint-elmo · 3 days
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girl who has suffered more than alll-mer
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