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angelatsumu · 6 months

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thinking of husband!simon who can't get enough of making you cum. nsfw under the cut. | husband!simon, overstimulation (kinda), fingering

“surely you can give me another, lovie” your husband taunts you, eyes peering at your reflection in the mirror. he’s got your legs spread for him, trapped under his own legs as his fingers—middle and ring—find themselves curled deep within your cunt. he’s smirking at you teasingly while your head’s rested against his shoulder. normally he hates when your eyes break contact with his, but today he allows your brief reprieve from his gaze because he’s feeling generous. truthfully speaking, he knows he’ll be asking for ‘just one more’ at least two more times before you’re boneless before him. your lover curls his fingers along the spongy cushion buried within your walls, prodding the soft material with a coy grin splayed across his features. his eyes are sharp as he watches your hips wriggle against the assault in a weak attempt to free yourself. he’s feeling generous, so he lets that silly little action go unpunished. he figures he’ll tax you for each offense; give him one more for his troubles, sweet girl. you whine at the intoxicating thrusts of his digits against you, body overheating as the coil within your abdomen winds tight. the sounds of your squelching cunt makes your cheeks heat with embarrassment, only worsened with the teasing lilt of your husband’s filthy words in your ear. “doin’ so good for me, sweet girl. ‘s almost too much isn’t it, baby?” he sounds like pure sin, panting as though the sheer feel of your cunt squeezing his fingers would do him in. you both know it would; your lover could cum with the sheer feel of your cunt spasming around his tongue, let alone his fingers. he’s hard against your ass, and each wiggle and writhe of your sweet hips making him grunt deeply against your skin. the tightening in your cunt alongside the soft moans of his name let your lover know you’re so close to the edge, so close that you can practically already taste it. he knows, and he makes sure you reach that peak quicker by circling your hard, throbbing clit with his thumb. “oh, sweet girl,” your husband coos at you as your orgasms crests, leaving you trembling in his grasp. Simon’s a bit cruel with the way he thrusts his fingers harder against that sweet spot while spewing filthily in your ear. it’s too much, always too much when he’s this sexy and all yours before him. as you ride out your orgasm, he coaxes you into rocking your hips against his thick fingers. “ride my hand baby, watch yourself ride my fuckin’ hand,” he moans in your ear, free hand gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to your reflection in the mirror. the sight is enough to have your cunt squeezing his fingers so tight he could barely move, huffs and whines slipping from your pretty lips while he continues his assault on your overstimulated cunt. “please, Si” you whimper with warmed cheeks, eyes pleadingly looking into his own. he lets out a gruff groan, relishing in the tears that speckle your lash line. “just one more,”he lies to you, and you whimper softly knowing it’d be far more than one before you were done.

a/n: rbs + likes greatly appreciated. also, taking requests. also also, if you'd like the insanely long (and kinda fanon/self-indulgent) oneshot i wrote for halloween!simon, lmk

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ushiwhacka · 1 year

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time skip! ushijima wakatoshi + fem! reader | mdni | 1,127 words | established relationship, rough sex, creampie, cockwarming, ushi with a clingy girlfriend <3

“you’re just gonna leave like that?”

hand hovering over the doorknob, wakatoshi stops dead in his tracks at the sound of your voice, surprised to find you standing behind him with your arms folded across your chest and an expression that can only be described as petulant.

“you didn’t even say goodbye!” you whine.

ah. he takes a step towards you, and before you have a chance to complain further his hand settles in the crook of your neck. thumb gently rubbing circles into your delicate skin. “my love,” he’s so apologetic, so sincere even though he knows “i’m just going to the store.” you both know you’re just being a brat. but he can’t help it. you look too cute with your eyes closed and lips dramatically puckered, impatiently stomping your feet. his hand slides to cradle your neck as he pulls you towards him and slots his lips gently against yours. and though your attitude might be a bit sour, there’s nothing sweeter than the taste of you on his tongue.

“kiss me again.” this time it’s just a quick peck, barely touching as he tries to escape your grip. but you’re basically hanging off his neck, still pouting, still not satisfied. “again.”

“what is this one for?” the way his eyes soften melts your heart a little.

“damages.” you quip. “because you forgot.”

and you’re gasping as his body crashes against yours, large hands catching you by the waist, guiding your legs around him. “i’m sorry,” close enough to share the air that you breathe before he pays his damages. firm and claiming, “i won’t do it again.” now you’re the one dumbfounded. limbs trembling and limp like jelly as he leaves your home with a soft smile and a promise to be back right away.

wakatoshi has learned that you’re clingy, and he doesn’t really understand. he has never asked anyone to share much with him. and he’s never given much of himself to anyone. and, well, no one has ever asked. until you asked, no, demanded. like the first night you spent together when you shoved your finger in his shoulder just moments after he had turned his back to you and demanded to be held. your hands wrapped around him and face nuzzling into his neck. mumbling something about how he’s so mean to just leave you like that. peppering little kisses down his throat until your breathing deepened. and the realisation that you’ve found comfort in him, his body going rigid at the very thought of disturbing your sleep. the months of back pain before he finally understood that you’d just wanted to be close, feel his skin on your skin, the warmth of his body, that was all the comfort you ever needed.

this unfamiliar feeling of being wanted and desired so greedily. after his morning run, salty with sweat and strands of hair sticking to his forehead. and, still, you make grabby hands from your shared bed, asking for a kiss to start your day, your due. sitting next to the sink, a coy smile on your pretty face, watching him shave because he looks so so handsome when he sticks his jaw out like that.

perched on top of him, your paws on his chest, pinning him down on the bed as if he’s prey. and the way you’re looking at him with darkened eyes, he just might be. insisting he lets you bite him. “i could just eat you alive.” fingers dig into muscles, squeezing around his pecs.

“then i would be dead and you would be sad about it.”

you scoff, “not if i just have a tiny little bite.” and your gaze turns calculating. “hmm, your thigh.”

“no, i need my thighs.”

“your butt?”

“no.”

ugh. “your cheek then.” wiggling your hips, preening and purring into his ear, mouth grazing over his cheekbone. so determined to get what you want. then sinking your teeth into the plane of his cheek when he doesn’t say no. not deep enough to leave a mark, but long enough so that his skin is slightly red and shiny with your drool.

you can feel his cock twitch against your clothed pussy as you lick over the bite mark, slowly and with intent. “ah!” you’re gasping and giddy at the thought of flustering him. “you liked that!”

“that’s not-”

“but you did!” there’s nothing to deny as your hand wraps around his cock. sitting so heavy and pretty against his abs. “are you hard?” he is, and you’re giggling.

acting so innocent as you move your panties to the side and rub his tip through your soaking folds. then slowly, too slowly, sink down his length, taking as much of him as you can. the flush spreads from his chest, to his face, to the tip of his ears. and he just looks so adorable underneath you. as you make him feel every inch of your pussy, hand still firm around the base.

gasping every time you go down a bit further. the way your lips part and eyes glaze over makes his balls ache. he lets you toy with him until he’s heard one too many “baby, i can feel you here,” as you drag his hand up to your belly button, “in my tummy.” and he loses all manners, ruthless in the way his hips are rutting up into you. fast enough to make you grab onto his shoulders, and brutal enough to have you drooling on his chest. words long replaced by tiny sobs and some incoherent form of oh my god, ’s too much repeated over and over and over again. helpless against the strength of his grip.

your little pussy spilling with his cock and cum that it’s all dripping from the sides. and even as you lay on top of him, motionless and sticky and sloppy, you won’t let him pull out, walls tightening around his sensitive length at every attempt. because you need to feel him go soft inside you, to feel so close and so full of him until you doze off in his arms.

then he finds himself being away from you for the first time. and the silence that should feel peaceful is suffocating. and shaving his face feels pointless when you’re not there to ogle him. the spacious bed feels a little cold and very empty. and he decides to ask. phone in hand, a strange anxious feeling swirling in his stomach, hoping that you’re awake. the relief that washes over him when he hears your voice. his shirt on you and his pillow in your arms, whispering about your day like it’s some great secret. and he learns something about himself that night. maybe he’s also clingy.

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toruro · 8 months

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I REQUEST NASTY DIGUSTING SLIGHTLY WEIRD AND OFF PUTTING JIHOON SMUT THIS INSTANT

maybe like hate sex and they're really going at it and jihoon is kind of (really) a dick but the reader loves it and they're both possessive okay bye

or a/b/o

side by side

pairing. jihoon x reader tags. smut (18+ / minors dni), implied enemies & fwb au, bulge kink, creampie w/c. 1.4k (what the heck this wasn't supposed to be more than 500 words) a/n. ur targeting me bc i love mean men and this is only encouraging me

"say it again," he grunts from behind you, the words rumbling from deep in his throat. his voice is low and gravely, and the harshness of his tone has your stomach churning in a way that you don't want to unpack.

"missed this—" you choke out, body throttling as you brace yourself against the armrest of the sofa, shoving your face into the cushions. "missed it so-o-o much," you whine as jihoon's grip hardens on you. you're sure his knuckles are white, and you're even more sure that you'll have bruises all over in the morning.

"bet you did," he grunts, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust at the end, the skin on your ass burning at the contact. "missed my cock so much you had to hang off of soonyoung like a fucking pet to get my attention, huh?"

"'m sorry," you hiccup as jihoon's powerful snapping of his hips sends you deeper into the cushions. faced pressed into the sofa, your drool and tears staining the cloth. "'m so sorry," you try to repeat when he doesn't relent with his face, seemingly fucking into you harder as you gasp out the words.

there's something that burns behind his eyes when jihoon sees you like this; knowing that you can run your mouth all you want around your friends, being all coy with your deceivingly shy smiles and batting eyelashes, but at the end of the day he's the one who gets to see you like this.

this being the way your body seems to bend to jihoon's very touch (when he brushed a thumb against your bottom lip the first time and you swallowed him right in, swirling your thumb all over the finger), the way the only words you seem to know are a string of curses and his name ("ji-jihoon—ah, fuck ..."), the way you take everything he gives you.

who would've guessed that the person who couldn't seem to dislike jihoon enough was the same person crying under him every night. it enthralls him, how much power over you jihoon has.

(he ignores how every time you whine his name, he get's pushed closer and closer to his relief. he ignores how his heart melts just a little when you pull him down into a ravaging kiss. jihoon ignores the hold you've got over him too.)

"are you? are you sorry? seemed like you were having fun with 'soonie'," jihoon recalls when he slips out of your hot cunt, a series of incoherent whines and complains slipping from your lips at the feeling of being empty.

"jihoon," you drawl out, wiggling your ass back as you dumbly try to chase any sort of friction you can get, but jihoon's not having any of it as he pins you down with his hand. "fuck, i'm sorry ... i really really am," you choke out, as jihoon yanks you down the length of the couch and flips you over so you're laying on your back.

"really?" jihoon asks, and you can finally see his face—the way his eyebrows furrow together and sweat beads down his forehead. the way his lips are flush and mouth slightly open as he pants for air. it's beautiful, and for a second you realize you feel too much, and focus back on the feeling of his fat cock prodding slipping through your folds. "or would you rather be with 'soonie,' right now?"

"no!" you protest immediately, wrapping your legs around his torso as an attempt to ground jihoon in place. "only you, only want you," you pant, lifting your hips to meet his cock halfway as he finally pushed into you. "please jihoonie?" you coo, letting your eyes well up with tears once more, but this time out of pure frustration and desperation.

jihoon's got his arms on either side of your head, sharp gaze boring into yours as you blink rapidly, and something flashes in his expression before he furrows his eyebrows and pulls his hips back.

the feeling of being so full suddenly going to painfully empty is dizzying, and as your vision begins to grow foggy, jihoon scoffs, "you think you can just bat your eyelashes and cry a lil and i'll fuck you?"

when you don't respond, merely lolling your head to the side as you look up at him with pleading eyes and a pouty lip, jihoon slips away from all self control and jams his cock into you. "jihoon!" you mewl, thighs spread up higher against your chest as his weight presses into you, cock so deep in your cunt you think you might feel him in your tummy. "jus' like tha—oh, yea-ah jus' like that ..."

"feels good?" jihoon grunts, but doesn't give you the chance to respond so he can smash his lips into yours, tongues mingling in a hot mess of love and anger and lust all at once. jihoon's left hand runs over your waist as kisses you, cock fucking in and out of you with long and powerful deep thrusts. his paws at your tits occasionally, flicking over the nipples and kneading into the soft flesh while he swallows up your moans with his tongue. it's only when his fingers finally smooth over your stomach when jihoon freezes as he's balls-deep inside of you.

"n-no," you cry out, fruitlessly trying to squirm beneath his weight, but jihoon's still on top of you. "please," you choke out, "please don't stop jihoonie—"

"fuck," jihoon finally groans, cutting you off with a shallow but fulfilling thrust, eyes trained on watching your stomach as he does so. you're about to whine and tell him to fuck you harder, but for a moment you watch his face flush and muscles twitch, and you curiously follow his gaze.

you don't expect find is the imprint of jihoon's cock against your stomach.

"oh," you breath out, watching as jihoon takes your hand gingerly and presses it agains the bump at the base of your tummy. gently, he throws in an experimental thrust, and for a moment the bulge disappears before you feel it reappear. "oh—jihoonie, fuck ... s'deep," you moan as his thrusts begin to regain their original vigor.

you feel something different with the way jihoon fucks you. it's difficult to articulate into words because he's fucking your brains out at this point, but there's a fire behind each thrust that has you moaning at the top of your lungs.

jihoon's fucking into you with harsh and calculated snaps of his hips, watching the way his cock bulges against your tummy, groaning under his breath. "needed me so much, huh? had to make room for me and my cock, didn't you?"

the way you struggle to responds spurs jihoon on. he's drunk on you; he'd hate to admit it but you've grown on him. it'd be a problem, he vaguely thinks, but when you begin to babble about how you "love his cock, love him," jihoon realizes that it's not really a problem at all. fuck. he can unpack his feelings later, but right now, he needs to lose himself to you.

"good baby," he coos finally, bringing down a hand to rub against your clit. "g'na cum soon, right?"

"yeah," you nod your head vigorously, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him back down for a messy set of kisses. "cum w'me, jihoonie," you mutter against him.

"fuck," and the way jihoon whines the curse has you writhing against the sofa. "fuck yeah, you'll let me cum in you, right baby? g'na let me make you mine, yeah?"

"yea-ah, please," you grunt against him as your body lurches back and forth and the increasing force of his thrusts. "'m so close," you continue as your vision starts to blur and your ears begin to rush.

"shit, me too just—fuckin' perfect pussy every," he groans, and with one final, sharp thrust jihoon's spilling inside of you. the feeling of his hot cum painting your walls white in thick, heavy spurts has your own orgasm crushing down on you, spasming around jihoon as he shallowing continues to thrust and ride out your highs.

you chant a mantra of his name as your vision blurs white and you pant for air, him flopping down onto your chest as he stills inside of you. jihoon can think about his feelings later, but for now, he revels in the feeling of you murmuring his name as you doze off under him.

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pearlsinmyhair · 25 days

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please more x reader smut with jake or miles, im starving 😭😭

wrong.

a jake sully x fem!human!reader smut fic.

warnings: smut. pnv sex. cunnilingus. overstimulation/multiple orgasms. reader is in her early twenties. daddy kink. use of pet names. squirting. size difference. virgin reader. dilf!jake sully. possibly dark content, if you squint. no beta we die like neteyam (im sorry-).

words: 2.7k

a.n.: ask and ye shall receive! this has been in the cooker for a hot minute. @eddiemunsonguitar this is also for you.

Eywa, it was so wrong. Unbelievably so. So sinful that it made you burn with embarrassment and borderline self loathing every time you weren’t burning with desire.

Desire for a man old enough to be your damn father.

It was innocent enough at first. He was just so big, and caring, and funny. And as you got older, your mind started wandering away from a silly little crush to full blown fantasies. Fantasies of him coming into your room at night, grabbing onto you and having his way with you. Practically ripping off any clothes just to ravish you until you couldn’t so much as move the next day.

And at the center of all these fantasies were none other than Toruk Makto himself. Jake Sully.

How could you be blamed? The crop of scientists, as much as you loved them, hardly sufficed when it came to what you craved in a man. Besides, not one of them would even go near you in anyway other than platonic and parental; they had practically raised you.

You were isolated and horny, with no one and nothing to take your frustration out on. And the only one other than the scientists that regularly visited was the Olo’eyktan. Who never even really looked at you, frankly.

Then again, you didn’t see him up close and personal for the first eighteen years of your life; the first half of which was spent cowering in your room or behind tech, and the second half spent admiring from a distance.

Watching with greedy eyes how his abdomen flexed when he leaned over to study Norm’s tablet, or how his thighs tensed as he crouched, or how his fingers spread when he pointed to something.

You wanted to eat him. You wanted him to eat you.

It was only the night of your twentieth birthday and after one of the female scientists told you about na’vi mating traditions that you hatched your plan.

Reassured by her statements that na’vi didn’t stick to monogamy nearly as much as the typical human did, you put on the gifted tweng and matching top you got from Kiri and Tuk as a gift, strapped your exo pack over your face, and marched into high camp with your head held high.

Jake barely knew you when he first really saw you walking the perimeter of one of the huge fires in the caves of high camp. He knew of you, from Norm and Max and their off handed comments about the spoiled princess in their mix, but he’d never seen her.

‘Spoiled’ had always been a joke- you were a kid, and you had needs that weren’t always easy for them to provide. But they did their best.

His kids had mentioned you too; Kiri was especially fond of you (“Sometimes she’s the only one who really wants to listen to my thoughts. It’s refreshing.” Kiri had snapped one night not too long ago at dinner), and Tuk thought you made a great playmate. Lo’ak had considerably less to say, mostly because you didn’t come out of the Oxygen-Pods nearly as much as Spider did, and therefore you didn’t explore with them. Neteyam had escorted you to fetch a plant for Max’s research once, and claimed you were polite.

That was the extent that he knew.

And damn, he didn’t know shit if this is what you looked like. All long legs and coy smiles and soft giggles.

It was over the instant that you introduced yourself.

You both knew it.

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“Fuck, Jake please-“ you whined, wiggling and bucking your hips in an attempt to get away from his flicking tongue. His massive hands held you in place, making your body sink into the mattress of your bed within your room. The poor thing creaked with each push of his hands and movement of your lower half, and you thanked Eywa that you had requested a private living space when you had turned eighteen. You don’t think you could face anyone with apologies for the noise of your late night escapades with the olo’eyktan.

“Hush… ‘m not done.” Jake mumbled into your folds, and you had to fight the urge to kick his chest as another shot of electricity made your whole body twitch.

Two orgasms and this man still wasn’t done. He had practically ripped off your panties as soon as he was through the door, picking you up and (gently) throwing you down on the bed. How long ago was that? An hour? Two? It felt like you were melting at this point, and the slurps of Jake’s mouth on your dripping pussy made you shiver with embarrassment and overstimulation.

“Y’know what to say if you’re done, yeah?” Jake asked, pulling back just enough to make sure his words were audible. Daring to look down, you were met with the sight of strings of your cum and his saliva clinging to his jaw, his lips nearly shimmering and parted as he watched you. He brought a breathing mask to his face as he waited, rubbing soothing circles into your thigh with his unoccupied hand.

You dropped your head and with a frustrated whine, and he slapped his palm against your leg. With a yelp, you gave him an audible affirmative, restating your safe-word. Satisfied, Jake licked a broad stripe from your fluttering hole to your clit, sucking the throbbing bud into his mouth and rolling it on one of his canines. You cried out, the rush of popping sparks and burning pleasure returning.

“Just one more, sweet thing. One more and i’ll give you what you want.” he cooed, nipping your labia and tonguing your entrance.

“Need it now, Jake. Can’t take it anymore.” you nearly wheezed, huffing as you felt the coil in your gut tighten. Something was different from before, tingling just below the hot waves of pleasure rolling through your body.

Tonight, after months of eating you out and finger fucking you, Jake had finally decided to let you take his dick. Only one problem with that. Itsie bitsie, really. Nothing serious.

Just that you were a virgin. And taking a dick over twice the size of a human’s was gonna practically rip you open.

So that’s what got you here, approaching your third goddamn orgasm so maybe, just maybe, your slick would make it easier for him to slide in.

Fuck, you weren’t gonna walk for a week, dick or not.

A flood of ecstasy overwhelmed you, and you felt some kind of tingling between your legs before you were slammed back, white clouding your vision as you cried out.

When you came to and looked down once more, you watched as Jake lapped at the juices adorning your thighs and lower belly, wiping some kind of liquid from his face.

“Y’squirted, baby girl.” he hummed as he kneeled over you, picking you up and adjusting you so that your head rested against your pillows and he could rest his knees on the mattress, situating himself between your thighs.

“Prideful skxawng.” you whispered back, only to be muffled by his mouth on yours as his hands found the backs of your knees.

He pulled back, looked down at you with worried eyes as his gaze traveled between your bodies back up to your face. “You’re sure you want this? It’s not gonna be easy, or painless.”

You shifted up onto your elbows, brushing his blunted nose with your own. “Since when did you decide to be my daddy?” you asked, voice low.

Jake’s reaction was predictably dominating; he hissed low in his throat, pushing his forehead down against yours so that your head landed back on the pillow. He rutted his hips forward, and you whimpered when his dick brushed your oversensitive clit.

“This isn’t time for jokes kid. Talk to me.” he growled, and you sobered quickly as he moved the head of his cock to your entrance, applying pressure so you felt some semblance of the reality of what was about to happen.

Taking a deep breath, you lifted your hands to his face and pulled him down, trying not to think of just how much he had to crane his neck to lean closer. “Just… slow. If it doesn’t fit, then fine.” you tried, swallowing the lump in your throat as Jake nudged you again.

“Trust me, kid, it’ll fit. Stretched you to hell and back not too long ago.” he assured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Just relax.”

“Oh, and let’s not call me ‘kid’ when you’re about to fuck me, yeah?” you snipped, tightening your thighs around his waist.

Jake chucked, muttered a soft “brat.” into your ear that got you to laugh. While you were distracted, he pushed his hips forward and slid the first inch of his dick in.

You squealed, and Jake had to keep his hold on your thighs tight and you tried to move away. Your hands flew to his shoulders, clawing into his skin deep enough to draw blood.

It should have hurt- he should have noticed the stings of pain.

But all he could register was tight, warm walls wrapped around his dick with a vice so harsh he swore they were gonna snap it clean off.

With breaks and whispered praise from him, he gradually suck inch by inch of his think cock into you tight little cunt, until finally, fucking finally, he bottomed out.

Tight. Tight around his tongue, tight around his fingers, but fuck. This was on another level.

You were so good- such a good girl taking all of that length, swallowing every inch he gave you with a few tears and quiet whimpers. He leaned closer, making sure not to rock into you too soon, and kissed at the tears tracking down your face, before finally pressing his mouth to yours, swallowing your soft cries every time you’d accidentally shift your hips or he his.

“Damn, pretty girl. Gonna cut off my blood circulation.” he grunted into your shoulder, and he was rewarded with a breathy laugh from you. Experimentally, he ran a hand down between your bodies, before having to mentally convince himself not to burst at what he found.

Leaning up, he looked down at the bulge in your tummy, running a hand over it before looking to your eyes. He found you looking down with awe, wide eyed and dropped jaw at the bump.

Jake placed his palm over it, and pressed down.

The moan you let out was sinful, so desperate and pleased that he nearly rammed into you just out of instinct. But he reminded himself to take it slow as he pulled out, feeling the warmth of your pretty pussy leave him, before pushing back in.

Eywa, Jake was huge.

Of course you knew he would be- you’re not delusional. But damnit, it was almost too much. Your legs quivered with each slow thrust of Jake’s hips, and you buried your face into his shoulder to quell some of your noises. It hurt. Hurt more than anything you’d experienced before. You were quite sure Jake would leave a permanent space for himself inside of you with how you were stretching.

Jake stroked his thumb against your skin where his hand still cupped the back of your thighs, pressing your knees up near your shoulders to get more leverage. The cot gave another soft squeak at the shift in weight, and for a moment you and Jake laughed, finding humor in the absurdity of fucking you into a rickety mattress in a room that Jake couldn’t fully stand up in.

The bulge in your tummy was only a physical manifestation of what you felt: fucking full. You could have cum just at the sight of it there, and by the foggy look in Jake’s eyes, so could he.

“Jake-“ you whispered, though it came out as more of a punched-out wheeze. “Move.”

His eyes flicked to yours for a moment, checking for any hesitation. When he found none, he shifted back on the bed, pulling away. You could feel the emptiness he left behind, and you opened your mouth to protest.

Before you could utter a word, Jake’s hands shifted from your thighs to your hips, and promptly rammed his cock back into you.

You screamed, the rush of pleasure and twinge of pain making you throw your head back as your hands flew to his shoulders, grounding yourself as he repeated the motion. You could feel him, deep inside of you, pressing against your cervix, his tip threatening to push past the barrier and straight into your womb.

That should have scared you, but it only made you rock your hips up to meet Jake’s with each thrust, reveling in the slick slide of his dick against your walls.

“Fucking hell, baby-“ he all but hissed, pinning your legs up again. “Taking this dick so well.”

You whined in response, trying and failing to assemble some kind of sentence to give him. Fucked out and cock drunk from just a few thrusts. How pathetic a sight you were. But no matter how humiliated you would feel later, right now you were confronted will all consuming pleasure and fullness.

Jake was confronted with the view of tears leaking from your eyes and drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, whining and moaning weakly as he continued to pound into you. He was sure he wasn’t much better, anyway. Jesus, he thought maybe you’d loosen, only to be met with a tight clench of your tight little cunt around his cock when he hit your g-spot.

Everything was on fire. Your body, your mind, your pussy. Fuck, you needed to cum. You needed to fucking cum.

“Daddy-“ you whined, finally meeting Jake’s eyes as he bent over you, letting his nose brush yours.

“I know, baby girl. Go ahead and cum around daddy’s cock. Make him proud.” he grunted out, feeling his own release pool deep in his stomach as he tucked his face into the space between your shoulder and jaw.

His permission was all it took for something inside to finally snap, and you could feel yourself gush around Jake’s dick as your whole body trembled, thighs shaking even as Jake held them. After a few beats the pleasure turned into overstimulation, and your moaning became sobs, whimpering into Jake’s shoulder for him to cum already-

Jake shuffled closer to press himself as far in as he could as he felt the coil in his stomach tighten one last time, and sunk his teeth into your shoulder, tasting salt and iron as his release filled your core.

You barely even protested, your body jumping slightly under his at the pain, but otherwise you were limp in his arms. Jake pulled back to look at you, letting one of your legs go and bringing his hand to your cheek. “Hey…” he murmured softly, running his tongue over the dribble of blood from the bite mark marring your skin, waiting for you to come down.

“Hey…” you responded after a second, pushing weekly at his shoulder in an attempt to get him to stop prodding at the wound. Jake chuckled and shifted.

“Pulling out.” he warned you, before pulling himself out of you with a wet squelch. If you weren’t thoroughly fuck out, you would have blushed. But right now, all you wanted to do was curl up and sleep.

Jake chuckled once more, curling next to you and cradling your body against his chest as you began to drift off. “Are you alright?” he asked, his tail curling around your thigh as his hand ran over your back.

“Mhm.” you managed, pressing a kiss to his pectoral as he hitched one of your legs around his waist. “Just gonna be sore in the morning.”

He hummed in agreement, glancing at the bruises on your hips and waist from his hands. Jake knew he should have felt bad for it, and yet his chest hummed with pride at the sight of the physical evidence of him on your body.

Mine.

He pressed a kiss to your head as your breathing evened out, feeling his own eyes grow heavy.

“We’ll worry ‘bout it in the morning, baby. Just rest.” he whispered.

And with an ache between your legs and dripping warmth in your core, you did just that, already drifting away into sleep as his body calmed against yours.

#— jake my beloved #jake sully x reader smut #dilf!jake sully #dilf jake sully x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar #jake sully #the way of water #avatar x reader #jake sully x reader

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s3ashore · 2 months

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Good girl. That's all you have to be for him ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

— warnings: masturbation, vaginal fingering , fingerfucking, rough sex, degradation

"Can't help touching yourself, huh? You sure you wanna do that right now?"

Gojo's teeth gleam like fangs in the light, blue eyes like crystals digging into your skin as they roam your nude body. He made the rules and you know them well, and as a whole they're not hard to follow. Tell him where you're going when you go out. Eat what he gives you. No drinking without him present. Keep conversation with other sorcerers to a minimum.

And absolutely no masturbating alone.

That one's always been a little harder to follow. Gojo's always busy, always hopping from one task to another, one curse to another, and engaging his students in between. There's so little time for you! Not to mention most nights when he comes home he's completely passed out before his head even hits the pillow, and you're left to try and prod him awake until you hear those telltale snores and have to give up altogether.

Gojo has his hand around your wrist before you can think any more. He doesn't really like it when you do that--your thoughts get in the way of his rules more often than not, at least in his opinion. Always whispering those annoying little worries and doubts and silly ideas in your mind, making it so much harder for him to implant everything else he needs you to know. You know it's enough now, and with your little doe eyes turned up towards him you let him pull your hands away from your cunt and lay them at your sides.

You're a good girl. You know how to obey, and that's really all you need to know when Gojo takes care of everything else.

"You belong to me , remember? You promised, right?"

The switch he makes to a teasing voice and a coy smile marks danger. You find yourself nodding before any other reaction, and he laughs as if you've said something funny, before his face drifts closer and he looks you in the eyes with a deadly serious whisper.

"That means this part, too."

His tongue flicks out to lick his lips, finger tracing the soft lips of your pussy, and at once you wish he'd shove his whole head down there instead. The scolding you can take, but you can't help having to smell him and touch him and breathe his air without being able to ask him for what you really want.

"You're really gonna touch my property without permission? What a bold girl…"

He pushes you back and climbs on top, the buttons on his shirt popping off one by one as he rips it off and lets it slide off his biceps, muscles pulling taut as he grabs you under each knee and shoves them further into your chest, folding you back like you're a stubborn piece of origami. His cock needs barely any help in being freed when listening to you moan to yourself has got him so worked up, and little do you realize how often he thinks about you while he's gone that he can barely keep himself together through so much lust. And yet he displays such impeccable restraint when he rubs the head against your clit, just barely grazing your slit to get himself wet but never quite slipping inside, and it's absolutely driving you mad . But the second you try to wiggle down on it, Gojo props up both your legs with his forearm and shifts back, giving himself enough room that he can bring his palm down on your pussy with a hard, wet smack .

And he doesn't stop there. Your cunt still stinging with the hit, Gojo gives you another and yet another still, leaving your lips puffy and your clit stiff while tears dribble down your cheeks. Only when that fury has disappeared from his crystal-clear eyes does he rub the pain away, his fingers finding their way inside you to hunt for that spot that he knows will make you forget all about the pain and the soreness that will certainly be there in the morning.

"You're no good at doing things yourself, sweetie. You wanna cum, you just call me--I'll always make time, you know?"

His movements are practiced, slow, the pressure just enough to remind you he's there but not enough to hurt. And he's right, what else do you really do other than wait around for Gojo when he's not here? Even the way he fingers you feels like he's controlling his puppet, working your body in a way that you can't even manage yourself. The unbearable urge to relieve yourself surfaces fast and breaks once you grind your hips down on his hand for the last time, your body burning up and shaking as you soak him all the way up his arm with your orgasm.

"Don't ever break the rules again. Do you really expect to survive without me?"

Gojo looms over your frail body with a whisper dancing off his lips, voice low and deep as he pulls a whiny one-word answer from your lungs, accompanied by the furious shaking of your head.

"What's that? No? That's what I thought."

You can only imagine how many people and curses alike have seen that twisted smirk before they were culled for good. He yanks his hand away and licks up his arm to the wrist, before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth and watching with sick glee as you suck them down without hesitation. And with your pussy so sloppy and relaxed, you offer no resistance to his cock sliding in and his pace starting off brutally fast.

" Good girl . You'll never cum without my help again, at the very least."

The harsh paps of his hips working at a frantic pace along with the roughness of his voice just melt your brain completely between them, nothing but moans of 'more' and 'please' and 'deeper' around his fingers filling the thick air of the room that Gojo's made up for you. It's his bathroom you doll yourself up in, his blankets you cuddle up in when you miss his scent, his bed he rails you on and forces you to squirt all over when he comes home frustrated and horny. So is it Gojo who doesn't give you enough, or is it you being too picky and worrisome when you could just let it all go?

You think the latter may be the truth--but like Gojo said, you're really not all that good at thinking, are you? You're good at being a cocksleeve for Gojo, that much is clear by the way he bends your knees back so far it aches so he can bash your cervix with every thrust of his cock inside you, chasing that glorious moment when he fills you with cum and keeps you pinned so you'll take every drop of it. Lucky you he supervises in the mornings to make sure you take your birth control, along with helping you brush your teeth and find a nice outfit for the day.

...Yeah, you really wouldn't be anywhere without Gojo, would you?

"your a good girl…"

He shoves your legs further apart and tugs a yelp from your throat in the process. The words fall on you like an insult but he looks so happy when he says them, so drunk on love and pussy that he can barely see straight.

"Cum for me."

That's one thing he'll never have to demand from you. As he moans it he pins your knees back all the way and squeezes your tits between them, before latching his mouth on to one and the other and sucking them hard enough to bruise, while he buries his cock so deep it pinches your cervix and keeps it there as you shriek out in pain. It's the push you need to do it though, your eyes rolling back as Gojo pumps you full of sperm and warms up your womb from the inside out, and your vision fades and returns in bursts as pleasure rips through you so violently that you black out temporarily. And he coos to you as soon as he's recovered from his own orgasm, reassurance after reassurance squeezed from his raspy throat as he strokes your hair and massages your tits from the bruises he's left on them.

"Good girl."

Good girl. That's all you have to be for him….and is that really so hard?

#jjk smut #attack on titan smut #jjk x reader #genshin smut #jujutsu kaisen #jjba smut #sk8 smut #jujustu kaisen smut #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut

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valaruakars · 7 months

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26 LOVE LETTERS TO KARLACH: A & B (Or, the NSFW Alphabet meme in oneshots)

Karlach x AFAB!Tav/Reader; 1891k; Explicit. Warnings beneath each letter. Ao3 link.

𝔄 - Aftercare Warnings: Cunnilingus, masturbation, hardcore cuddling.

Her lips are wet. Spit and slick. You and her.

“C’mere,” they coax as Karlach sprawls back on the bedroll at your feet, dragging her forearm across her glossy mouth as she goes.

Propped up on her elbows, the laces on her leather pants gape. A wet smear on her thigh catches the lantern light where she must’ve wiped her fingers clean before. Her chest heaves, her bare breasts splay, but above all else, the pulse that backlights her ribcage holds you in a fucked-out trance.

Each heartbeat shifts the gradient. Cobalt at the height, turning indigo as she comes down. Subtle, one color into the next, unlike the way she touched herself to the taste of you and broke with her face buried between your legs, vents on her shoulders breathing blue.

She’s pulsing magenta now, and you’re still just staring. Realizing, distantly, that your knuckles throb because your grip on the tentpole at your back is needlessly iron. Both feet planted firmly on the ground, it’s of no use now for balance—to keep from toppling with your thigh draped over her shoulder, toes curling, legs quaking as her tongue licked impossibly deeper. Your knees are still weak, though. She has that effect.

You blink and there’s the smoldering red, orange, red again. You know it as the color of new love and the flower she picked for you by the roadside this morning; as sunsets spent together, however many are left. You know it, too, as hellfire and blood and all the awful things you came along too late to protect her from. To love her is to wish you could’ve, somehow.

“Everything alright?” she asks, growing worried.

You nod bonelessly—fucked stupid and strangely sentimental, apparently—but that does little to convince her.

Karlach sits up, curling forward to rest her forearms on her knees. The scarred skin of her stomach folds softly above her open pant laces. “Hey…” Her voice is gentle, earnest as ever. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight. Well, unless you’re up for it—in that case, I’ll happily provide. But me? I had more of a cuddle in mind if I’m honest. I just want you close.” Uneasy, then: “…If you want that too.”

It’s not surprising. She’s always eager to thread her spent body around you, the smell of sweat, metal and sex thickened by her heat, but a thought finally occurs to you.

Champion, bodyguard, protector—her arms are as good for cleaving bone as they are for holding a lover, but when was the last time someone held her? Made her feel wanted and safe and cared for in that vulnerable stretch before sleep follows satisfaction? In the morning, she’ll ask if you still like her. She keeps asking like sharing a private joke, but you know better. You know her and what anxiety looks like in her eyes, what it sounds like in her voice; how she blooms for you, made vibrant by a little reassurance. You might know, too, how to stay the doubt before it ever starts at dawn.

“Of course I want that,” you croak, cracking a coy smile at your own raw, scratchy voice. Whoever could guess how it got that way? You pad over, loose linen shirt scantly covering the still-damp curls between your legs. “Scoot, please.”

Karlach wiggles over, smile restored, as you sink down beside her. Her arms move to curl around your waist, to pull you into an embrace as soft and warm as sleep has been beside her lately. But your arms thread around her shoulders and you’re the one to pull instead, gentle and more insistent, different than every other night before.

“What’s this about…?” she starts to ask. Her body is pliant, her muscles are soft. Trusting when life has tried and failed to teach her to be otherwise. She goes easily, guided to lay her head against your chest. Settles in that perfect spot where her broken horn clears your shoulder and her ear is near enough your heart. Her breath slips warm beneath the edge of your shirt as she shudders a quiet, “Oh.”

The moment stretches in sweet, idle touches. Your fingers trace the thick keloids up and down her tricep. They card through her dark hair as the lantern burns low, balancing affection’s scales with each absent kiss to the crown of her head. And before her breathing turns slow and even, before her lips part and the arm around your waist grows heavy, she whispers, “Thank you,” as if loving her the way she needs is any hardship at all.

𝔅 - Body Part Warnings: Alcohol use, shitty attempts at seduction; no, he's not being serious (when you know, you'll know).

Wind through the trees, drink in your hands—the campfire crackles and pops, smoke sweet with pine sap billowing downwind. Huddled in a semicircle, the night is still young amongst the five of you left awake.

There’s Shadowheart to her right, kneeling prim and rigid, leading a one-woman argument by the haughty pitch of her voice, but Karlach isn’t listening. Neither is Lae’zel for once, too fixated on sharpening her longsword to be baited into it. Not yet, at least.

Then there’s Astarion, grimacing with each shallow drink he takes from a green glass bottle. It’s never good wine pried from overturned crates, lost and forgotten on the roadside, but it’s wine nonetheless. Always fucking wine, no matter how hard she wishes for cured meats or bruised fruits. They’re cursed with a bounty of it.

Possibly blessed, on second thought, because then there’s you sitting straight across the fire with dark, hungry eyes and slackened lips. Thoroughly sloshed, shamelessly staring; somewhere so beyond yourself that you’ll have trouble finding your way back in the morning.

Nothing’s going to happen. It can’t on account of her engine, neither would it on account of her principles, but Gods, watching you finger the bottle in your lap sings to her imagination. Over and over, you drag it in and out with the faintest wet pop. You do it so slowly that perhaps it could be mistaken for absent fidgeting to anyone else, but not her. You look Karlach dead in the eye with each and every lazy pop, and the intent is very clear.

It’s so stupid—such a sloppy attempt at seduction that Karlach knows she’d be snorting into her fist if she saw it happening to anyone else. What’s stupider is that it fucking works on her. Trashed and desperate make a heady pair, apparently, and for her part, Karlach can feel the blood rushing down, evacuating her brain like it’s an emergency.

“Alright, yes, we get it,” Astarion suddenly groans, then beneath his wine-soaked breath mutters something that makes you peal a giggle. Well, more of a sloppy chortle, really, but the rose tinted glasses are firmly on at this point. Shadowheart purses her lips, finally quiet; Lae’zel clucks her tongue. “Can we perhaps turn the conversation to something, oh, I don’t know, interesting?”

“Like…?” you ask, lolling your head. Slurring, “Far’s I can tell, your only interests are blood, sex, ‘n fancy shoes.”

“Nonsense, darling. My companions have become a great interest to me, as it turns out.”

His eyes flit around the campfire, weighing some invisible odds. They settle on her.

“Dear Karlach, why don’t you tell us your favorite thing about our little friend here?” he drawls, gesturing to you, mid-swig from the bottle she thought you’d emptied a while ago. You start to smile too soon with it pressed to your lips and that little bit left in the bottom drips down your chin. Down, down, fucking down, and her eyes brazenly follow.

“Easy,” Karlach snorts, because she’s horny. “Ti—” she starts to say, because she doesn’t think before she speaks half as much as she should.

But Karlach clamps the word down before it’s all out in the open and you’re too embarrassed to ever speak to her again. It’s one thing to eye-fuck across the campfire and another thing entirely to let everyone else in on it. She fumbles for a laugh to cover it up that putters into a cough, backpedaling hard as she can. “T—‘Tis an easy question, I mean…” Nailed it. “Got a little tongue tied there. Must be the wine. You know how it is,” she shrugs, “really gets to my head.”

“Funny,” Shadowheart hums, “I wouldn’t consider you a lightweight. Come to think of it, I recall an evening when you drank two bottles on your own without ever stopping to empty your stomach.”

“You try eating the food in Avernus for a decade. Got an iron stomach right here,” she laughs, easier this time, as she flexes and gives it a knock.

Languidly, Shadowheart’s eyes drop. Something about it rakes, appraises. “To match the heart, I suppose?” It’s familiar. She’s seen the same look on your thrice as drunk face all night.

“How generous of you to remind her,” Lae’zel sneers, because for reasons unknown, Karlach has found herself on her good side. But this feels like more than that. This feels sharp, spiteful and goading, hanging heavy between the two women so often at odds.

Karlach coughs again as the atmosphere shifts strangely. “Sorry, what was the question?” she wonders too loudly. On purpose. “Oh—right, yeah.” Karlach shrugs like it’s a casual fact: the sky is blue, grass is green, and you are fucking lovely when you watch her sharpen her axe and think you’re being sly. “She’s got the prettiest eyes.”

“Cute,” says Astarion, dripping with disgust, “but are you quite sure you didn’t mean to say tits? You know, a smutty answer was preferred…”

“What? Psh, no! I would never—” Four sets of eyes are on her now, leveling that you’re-full-of-shit sort of stare right at her in various intensities. “Fine, alright,” she sighs. Knows when she’s caught, and when to surrender. “Respectfully: Tits.” And then for some Godsforsaken reason, her mouth produces the words: “Perfect handful right there, I just know it.”

Across the campfire, your lip wobbles. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Too much, again, and Karlach sucks air through her teeth for an apology.

Before she gets any further, “That is… the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” you sniffle, flopping bonelessly toward Astarion like you mean to hug him. He’s faster, cat-like as he shifts away and stands, leaving you in the dirt. Literally.

“Whoever thought the bar could be so low?” Shadowheart murmurs, getting to her feet too.

“Yes,” Lae’zel agrees, a rare and beautiful thing, “that is incredibly sad.”

Karlach doesn’t have the presence of mind to think it’s strange that she follows Shadowheart off into camp. Not as you blubber just out of reach, a self-proclaimed ‘emotional drunk’ no longer when here’s the soggy proof.

The good news: She still likes you. A lot. Even as wave your arms to the starry sky and bemoan how the Gods gave their toughest battle to their weakest soldier. Not in reference to the tadpole or the goblins or the inevitable horrors to come, just that you can’t, quote, ‘get your hands on Faerûn’s most perfect ass,’ without getting scorched to the bone.

The bad news: For the same reason said hands are not on her ass, nor is her tongue in your mouth, she can’t exactly put you to bed.

The worse news: Astarion’s certainly not going to help.

He sighs, forlorn, and pouts, “So, no orgy?”

#karlach #karlach x tav #karlach x reader #bg3 #my writing #mdni #god bless the bg3 team for second person narration tbh #was I writing pure reader insert? did I actually have a tav in mind?#you'll never know ✨#also pls clap i made that gif myself 🥺

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kshira · 2 years

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Bet. Unholy make out sesh w toman first gen men

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍

+ mikey, draken, baji, mitsuya, chifuyu

tw. gender neutral reader! lots of making out, smooching, pretty handsy, lil dirty talk, cursing

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨

you can still feel the sun blistering your face from the scorching day, a small fan cools down the heat settled on the apple of your cheeks and a warm hand squeezes the fat of your thigh so gently you didn’t even notice he was there otherwise. manjiro sat beside you, eyes glossy from the temperature dropping and the blades of the fan blowing right in his face. once you turn to him, lips parted to ask a question manjiro is already leaning over to cup your chilled face, rubbing his thumb along the skin as he meets his lips with your own. and the pace is so slow, opening his mouth to poke his tongue through your lips—your lungs deflate to the way manjiro cups your cheek harder as the other limb grips against your hip. “i love kissing you” manjiro mumbles between your lips, squeezing the flesh in his hand harder while he motions you to sit on his lap, “i can never get enough of you” manjiro hums, rolling your hips to grasp your attention and almost catching a glimpse of stars aligned in his eyes the way he looks at you.

𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

with heavy palms surrounding your frame it almost feels like draken could swallow your body whole with his own, he makes you feel so small under him. the way his hands pin you down to the mattress, knee placed between your legs and a coy smile dancing across his lips. “what’s with that look, huh?” draken teases you, bending down to press a kiss against your swollen lips, he smiles through the kiss before deciding whatever answer you could offer draken didn’t care to hear. moving his knee harder into your crotch as he lifts the other one hand under your shirt moving closer and closer to sensitive parts of your chest. “you’re so pretty just like this” draken murmurs between heavy set breaths, rolling his hips so softly to elicit cute little moans from you—draken can feel everything around him beginning to grow warm and the way you look right now under him, draken can’t possibly control the throb between his legs much longer.

𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢

“where do you think you’re going, huh?” baji’s deep voice radiates through your ears, hands spread wide on either side of your body—and he has you right where you belong, under him with nowhere to go and nowhere to hide. his teeth poke out from his bottom lip—a cheeky smile sewed on baji’s lip when you begin to wiggle below his gaze, “wanted you alone so bad for so long and now i’m going to take my time” baji whispers before dipping his head down to crash his lips against yours. it’s a brutal pace, amongst the mess of tongues clashing with hands toying with your clothing adorned on your body baji seemingly begins touching bare skin. “all mine to touch however i want, yeah?” baji mumbles through your lips, ghosting his eyes over the way his hands massage over your chest, he lingers his touch lower until it reaches the hem of your pants, “i’m going to ruin you” baji whispers out before his hands finally find a permanent place inside you.

𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚

you wouldn’t think heavily making out with your boyfriend would be anything less than a heat between your legs and a growing bulge in his pants—yet mitsuya seems to push past the awkward exchange, lips melting with one another as he pulls you harder on his lap. left breathless with eyes crossing, you look at him with a hazy expression, mitsuya’s lips part to take in a steady breath before he cradles the back of your head and pushes his mouth back on yours. “i’m gonna go slow, promise” mitsuya smiles into the kiss before his tongue reaches out to scrape the insides of your mouth, you shift on his lap noticing that familiar feeling graze across your heat and mitsuya groans into your mouth as you subconsciously grind down on him. mitsuya finds himself grounded as he cards his fingers through your hair, gripping at the scalp while his kisses become hungrier and so much more vocal, “g-gonna go slow until i can’t fucking take it anymore, hope you’re ready for all of me.”

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮

a red pigment coats the apples of chifuyu’s cheeks, with his nerves working against him chifuyu awkwardly shifts above you, leaning down to cup your face, “c-can i kiss you?” he murmurs, watching your eyes flutter close for agreement. chifuyu leans down, dusting his soft lips across your own, he sighs into your mouth before beginning to move his lips in sync with yours. “want to kiss you..more” chifuyu hums, pressing his knee between your legs while he wraps his arms around your body getting as close as humanly possible. he can feel his chest cave in, the irregular heartbeat pouring through his entire body, nerves flooding with every feeling and chifuyu knows that once he starts he can’t stop—you’re so much, too much for just one taste and as clothes begin to unravel at the tips of his fingers chifuyu knows there is so much more he wants, and that he can have.

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyorev smut #tokrev smut #mikey x reader #draken x reader #baji x reader #mitsuya x reader #chifuyu x reader #mikey smut #draken smut #baji smut #mitsuya smut #chifuyu smut

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hyunsvngs · 17 days

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This was definitely inspired by that little glimpse of Hyune's happy trail in a photo where his shirt rode up (and no I haven't thought about it an unhealthy amount shush...) But I'm guessing most of SKZ either shave or wax and I can imagine them being shy about having pubic hair.

Say they let it grow out a bit (either on break or tour) and when you go to touch them they pull back because they haven't shaved, and you have to reassure them that you do not care one bit. I'm specifically thinking of Chan, Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix but it could be any of them honestly.

Imagine sitting behind them and pulling them against you so that they're tucked between your legs with their back to your chest. You wrap your arms around their waist, letting your fingers slip underneath their shirt and trace the soft skin of their stomach. Then you go to dip beneath their waistband and they tense up and grab your hand.

"Baby don't, I haven't shaved."

"Do you honestly think I would be bothered by that?"

You gently coax them to relax, lavishing them with praise and reassurances and eventually they let you. Your fingers brush through the small patch of hair while you press kisses along their jawline and the column of their neck, drawing out soft moans and whimpers.

It wouldn't necessarily have to turn sexual, especially with Chan and Felix. They would just melt into you and adore the intimacy. If you do it while spooning them in bed they might even fall asleep, or get into the habit of shyly asking you to stroke their pubic hair when you're in bed together.

Hyune and Ji would probably get too sensitive and needy after a while and end up pushing your hand onto their cock, but they also enjoy the intimacy -- especially the vulnerability aspect for them.

-😺

ohhh i love hairy skz !! NEED THEM SO BADD. i think with chan and hyunjin it'd be a cute domestic thing, but i think jisung is the horniest dog ever and felix is a bonafide gremlin. jisung's caveman brain would kick in and realise that oh, you like that, and oh- hand near my dick, and he's huffing and puffing and bucking his chubby hard cock into your hand within minutes.

felix would try to be a bit more coy about it i think. felix acting all innocent and pretending his shaft isn't dripping a storm in his boxers.. acting as if he's embarrassed about it, shifting his hips away from you and wiggling and oh! it bumped your hand, darn it. by the time you're pumping his shaft he's doing that sexy little smile of his that he got what he wanted, kissing up the column of your throat.

#juno’s asks ♡#😺 anon 💌#asks: felix #asks: jisung

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nataliawrites · 1 year

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My Boyfriend’s Not in the Mafia // Charles Leclerc

I’ve been having issues with my posts disappearing from the tags so I’m going to give reposting this a try

It was funny at first. You didn’t really think anything of it the first time … or the second … or the third.

When you landed your dream job straight out of college and traded in the familiar streets of your hometown for the glitz and glam of Monaco, you didn’t know what to expect. But the reality ended up being more than you could have dreamed of.

You had a crooked cobblestone and poorly closed latte to thank for that. One wrong step saw you flung across the sidewalk. Fortunately, someone managed to catch you before your head became the street’s next victim. Unfortunately, his white linen shirt also caught the remnants of your coffee.

That’s how you met Charles Leclerc. Who needs a meet cute when you could have a “I’m mortified and can’t ever show my face in the second-smallest sovereign state in the world again” cute?

Of course you didn’t exactly know who he was at first but the gigantic billboard of his face next to the Prancing Horse that you passed on the way to your first date clued you in pretty quickly.

As you became more serious, you never intended to keep your relationship secret. But it was the off-season and that meant that Charles could mostly stay out of the spotlight while the two of you relished in your own little bubble. The honeymoon phase never felt sweeter.

But then your coworkers started asking questions. They saw the Ferrari (and the other Ferrari and the other Ferrari and the other Ferrari) that often dropped you off in the mornings and picked you up at night. They saw how you started to rush out for your lunch break instead of spending it in the office. They saw the new earrings and bracelets and necklaces and shoes and lots and lots of red accents.

“Who is he?”

You turn towards your coworker, Stephanie, as you go to refill your water bottle after lunch. “Who is who?”

She wiggles an eyebrow, “Your new man!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Your other coworker, Jacob, walks over from across the room. “Don’t be coy. We have eyes.”

Stephanie laughs, “And my eyes are telling me that you’ve found yourself a trust fund kid. No judgement here — get that bag!”

“One,” your raise a finger, “he’s not a trust fund kid. And two,” you raise another, “it’s not about money. I really like him.”

Stephanie squeals with as much zeal as she can manage in a corporate office, “I knew it! You have a man.”

Jacob chimes in, “So trust fund kid’s out … I’m betting on an oligarch.”

“Or a torrid affair with a politician.” Stephanie seems way too excited at the prospect.

You roll your eyes good-naturedly, “He does something much more dangerous.”

“He’s in the mafia?”

“Damn, you’ve got yourself a mobster.”

You don’t grace them with a reply, just laughing the teasing away.

You should have just straight up denied it. You knew that. But you were having too much fun and what harm could a little joke possibly have? You just didn’t expect the photos you posted on Instagram from when you joined Charles in Maranello and then explored northern Italy together to have your work friends quite so suspicious.

Stephanie and Jacob corner you as soon as you step out of the elevator on your first day back from vacation.

Stephanie starts, “So Italy …”

“Where the mafia is from. What a coincidence!” Jacob finishes.

“Wait,” Stephanie focuses on your neck, “that’s a new necklace.” She spots the patent red bottoms of your new more fashion than function stilettos, “and those are new shoes!”

“We were in Milan!” You explained. “You can’t not go shopping in Milan.”

“Yeah,” Jacob laughs, “you and your mafioso sugar daddy.”

To be fair, the phone call they overheard between you and Charles the next day didn’t help much.

“Did you manage to get the blood out?”

He sighed through the phone, “Yes, finally! Only took me two hours of scrubbing. Remind me not to scratch my leg on a cliff and not notice while it bleeds on my car’s leather the next time we go to the beach.”

Your back turned to them, you don’t even notice the wide eyed look that Stephanie and Jacob exchange.

When your birthday approached right before the season started up, you finally decided to introduce Charles to your friends. Your family, the Leclercs, and your friends would be joining you for dinner at your favorite local restaurant.

Charles was standing next to you, welcoming your guests and inviting them to sit down for dinner, when Stephanie and Jacob walked in.

You think they would’ve looked less shocked if Charles was actually in the mafia.

Jacob stutters, “You’re … you’re-”

“CHARLES LECLERC!” Stephanie managed to find her voice.

Charles extended a hand and chuckled, “Hope I don’t disappoint. Y/N told me you thought I was in the mafia. I’m not quite at that level.”

Your best friends from work turned the same color as Charles’ race suit.

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spidervee · 1 year

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just a little spicy!seresin because it’s Saturday and we all need more Jake in our lives 🌻 18+ Jake seresin x fem!reader smut; fwb; sex; praise kink; dirty talk

“You look so pretty, sweetheart,” Jake grins down at you, the heft of his body over yours, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“Stop,” you whine, a hand coming up to cover your face. Suddenly you’re embarrassed. It’s not the first time Jake and you have taken a tumble between the sheets, but each time he gets soft with you, makes you imagine this might ever be more than a friends who sometimes fuck situationship, you feel the need to curl into yourself, to hide from how badly you want that.

“C’mon,” Jake breathes out a laugh and gently pulls your hand away so he can look into your eyes, gaze intense as it meets yours. “I see you baby girl, I see you. Don’t be shy.”

You decide to save face by playing coy, closing your eyes and biting your bottom lip. “Can’t help it,” you whisper, threading your free hand through the hairs at the nape of Jake’s neck. He shifts slightly between your legs, his cock rubbing up against your bare core, movement easy through your slick.

Jake makes a noise somewhere deep in his throat—a grunt of amusement—before he places a soft kiss on your forehead. “You gonna make this difficult, hm?”

You only groan in response as his fingers leave heated trails over your skin, journeying down, tweaking your nipples, splaying a large hand over your belly, pinching your hips, circling your clit.

“Y’know what I’m gonna do now, sweetheart?” Jake is teasing, his voice deep and dripping with the lilt of his Texan roots. You manage a nod, but Jake makes a tutting sound and you open your eyes to watch him. He repeats his question with a particularly firm press to your clit. Your back arches up and he grins like the devil.

“Fuck me,” you breathe, “You’re gonna fuck me.”

“Good girl,” Jake sighs, positioning himself at your entrance. “So good for me.” He slips in slowly, every inch of him making you ache deliciously, filling you like he was made to be there, inside you, as close as possible.

With his hips flush against yours, Jake gives you a moment to adjust before you wiggle under his grip and whine, urging him to move. Each thrust is quick and hard, followed by the throbbing drag of him as he pulls out agonizingly slow. He helps you rest your legs on his shoulders, his hands on your hips.

“Lift.” Jake’s instruction is short and direct and you listen automatically, lifting your hips. His hands splaying out on your ass, holding you up as he continues to pump in and out of you with abandon.

“Touch yourself.” Another instruction, another immediate response. Your hand moves down to where your body is melded with Jake’s and you feel heated as he watches your fingers work alongside his cock. He continues to whisper how good you are and it doesn’t take you long to unravel around him, making him throw his head back at the pulsing of your cunt. Your legs are shaking, knees quivering, and it feels like you’re going to fall into the mattress, but Jake is still there, still holding you.

“I got you, baby,” he whispers, still fucking you through your high, “I got you.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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'It's okay, you can touch me' with Steve please omg🥵🥵

hello it is I, your 11pm smut writer

Steve Harrington was a sweet, caring and attentive boyfriend. He was protective, he was kind, he always looked after you. He carried himself with a quiet confidence, an authority figure over your group of misfits, young adults and kids alike. He was the hand on your back through a crowd, a comforting weight of security in the night, that reassuring kiss on your cheek when things got too much.

It’s why you got a little dizzy over the sight of him underneath you, brown eyes hooded, jaw slack, lips pink and parted. Steve’s cheeks went all rosy like this, his hair mussed from where you’d been tugging on it, a pretty lilac bruise beginning to bloom on his throat.

Steve Harrington only really lost control when you got him like this, kissed him all messy, dragged the curve of your ass against the hard length of him, pushed your small hands to his chest to keep him pinned to the bed, doe eyed and smiling above him.

He could overpower you. You knew that, he knew that. He could do it easily, but fuck, he enjoyed it so much more when he played pretend and let you press him down into the sheets, legs on either side of his hips.

It was easy when you were dressed up all pretty for him, bare skin, lace and silk, shades of pink and red and lavender. Steve would hum and whine into your mouth, chase your tongue with his, groaning at each nip you gave to the plush of his bottom lip.

You’d wiggle your hips for him, wet enough by then that the hard line of his cock would push at your folds, nudging easily at your clit with every slow drag.

Steve would be a mess in minutes, hands wide and hard on your hips, blunt nails digging into your skin, crescent shaped moons a reminder in the morning. You’d preen for him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, acting coy, acting shy. It drove him fucking wild.

“It’s okay,” you eventually murmur to him, sticky sweet from where you sat above him, hands stroking lazily at the waistband of his boxers. You’d snap the elastic, drag a palm over your breast, down your tummy to your own lace edges. “You can touch me.”

And then you’d lean back for him, putting yourself on show even more. Steve would groan at the permission, chest heaving when you placed your hands behind you, bracing yourself on his thighs. You’d spread your legs further apart from him, giving him an easy view of wet lace and bare skin.

His moans would be breathier then, pretty sounds falling from prettier lips and he’d start running his mouth the minute he got his hands on you, telling you how good you looked, how good you felt.

He’d get dirty for you, murmuring low and hot about how he wanted to taste you as his fingers dipped below your underwear, messy and uncaring in the way he pulled the lace to one side, running a thumb through your folds, groaning at how wet you were.

One he started he couldn’t stop, not that you’d really make him. It felt too good, his hands on you, thick fingers, rough palms, warm and familiar in the way they mapped over you. Steve would get too greedy too fast, would try to take over, hands on your hips as he coaxed you up his body and over his chest, determined to get you to settle yourself over his face so he could lick into you the way he wanted.

But you’d stop when your knees were pushed to the bed by his shoulders, your bra somewhere on the floor and your lips swollen and pink from the way you’d been biting down on them. You’d stop him with a firm hand on his cock, still through his boxers, squeezing softly, just enough to make him moan.

It would start again, the teasing, the toying, the build up to the edge. You wouldn’t stop until he clenched his eyes shut and threw his head back, hands grabbing at your hips again to bring you onto his mouth.

Another tug, the dip of your fingertips beneath his boxers.

“Baby.”

Steve whined in reply.

“What d’you want?”

He took a second to answer, breathing heavy, hips lifting off the bed to chase your touch.

“Wanna taste you.”

A smile, a soft cooing noise from you, a flush from him.

“What d’you say?”

“Fuck.”

A tut, another soft stroke of his cock through cotton. “Try again for me.”

“Please.”

There it was. “Oh, good boy.”

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sxriusblxck · 2 years

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sweet and sour

summary: remus knows just how to get under your skin

warnings: teasing, remus being a little shit, kissing

word count: 1,018

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"Why're you being so squirmy?"

You're both offended and annoyed by the question, because of the stupid smirk on his face and the fact that he knew exactly why you were being so damn squirmy.

The two of you were in the library, where you were supposed to be studying for your exams.

But things got sidetracked.

It truly wasn't your fault this time. Remus got bored easily, and you being the only other person in his vicinity, were the victim of his bored prodding.

First it was innocent, holding your hand, playing with your fingers, twirling your hair, stuff you could easily accept while studying. Then, as his boredom increased, it got harder to ignore. Kissing at your neck, fiddling with the buttons of your shirt, squeezing at your hips, all the things he knew you loved.

So, yes, you were squirmy, and he knew damn well why.

"You know why." You grumble, hating how coy he was being even though his hand was still under your shirt, warming your cool skin with his large fingers.

"Mhm, don't think I do."

He's got a grin on his face when you look at him, ear-to-ear with a certain smugness about it. You hated how you still found him cute, even when he was trying his hardest to get you to fold.

"You're being mean." You huff in exasperation, biting back the smile that threatened to curve at your lips.

"You love it." He winks.

You can't argue that, because as mean as he could be, there was always a layer of sweetness that coated it, reminding you that it was all coming from a place of love. You suppose it's the specific nature of his sourness that you enjoy, that you crave.

You only huff again, attempting to scoot further away from him so you could get some work done, but Remus wasn't having it.

Snaking a large hand around the leg of your chair, he tugs it forward so hard you nearly topple over. Letting out a startled gasp, you fall into his chest from the rough force of his pull.

"Rem!" You squeal.

"Jus' give me a cuddle, pretty baby." He pleads.

"We gotta-"

"You're so pretty, you know that?" He cuts you off, holding your head to his chest, stroking your hair sweetly. "Prettiest baby I know."

"Stop." Your cheeks are warm, trying to pull away from him to avoid his compliments, knowing that even though they were how he truly felt, they were mostly being said to pull your attention to him instead of your work.

"Got me head over heals f'you, darling. Jus' wanna hold you and never let you go." He whispers so sweetly you nearly cave.

You feel like you're on fire, squirming uncontrollably in his tight hold. He's managed to reduce you to a puddle of mush with only a few sentences, a power he'd learned from Sirius, you assume.

"We have to study, Remus." You scold lightly, wiggling out of his grip with surprisingly little resistance.

With a sigh, he nods. "Fine."

You only made it twenty-minutes before there was another boredom-fueled interruption.

He had placed his hand on your thigh only a few moments ago, innocent and undetected by your conscious mind. It was second nature for Remus to have a protective hand covering the expanse of your upper-leg, so you didn't think anything of it.

Until he started sliding it upward.

He'd successfully managed to reach the edge of your shorts before you noticed, halting casually when your eyes darted down to inspect the offending touch.

At first you tried to remain stoic, not wanting to let him know how much the simple brush of his hand on your thigh could affect you, but your thighs were sensitive, and he was dancing dangerously close to your ticklish spot.

"Remus." You suddenly grit, shooting him a sharp glare out of the corner of your eye.

"Yes, my darling?" He cocks his head innocently, a soft smile stretched across his pink lips, like a puppy who'd wrecked his owners couch and still expected to be called a good boy.

You hate him, you really hate him.

Seething now, you're beyond flustered as he continues his petting of your thigh. It's incredibly hard to focus on the important material in front of you when he's going out of his way to be distracting, but you try your best, mostly because you wanted to get work done and partially because of your pride.

It's only five minutes later when you inevitably throw in the towel, raising your white flag with a slam of your book, a resounding thunk echoing through the room when the two halves collide. It startles the boy beside you, not allowing him to register the fact that you've crawled out of your chair in favor of climbing into his own. Sat on his lap with your arms locked around his neck, your lips meet his.

"You're s'mean to me sometimes." You hiss against him, nipping at his bottom lip as punishment, drawing a grunt from low in his chest.

"You love me, though." He kisses your cheek when you pull back, cupping the back of your head with one hand while the other cradles your back to keep you to him. "Love me s'much you put your studying aside jus' to kiss me."

"Remus-"

"You love me." He suckles at your bottom lip. "Tell me."

"You're a meanie."

He grins, sitting back in the uncomfortable wooden chair to scan your face. Detecting no signs of true hatred, he threads his fingers through your hair, pulling you back before you could lean in for another kiss.

"Nuh uh, not until you say it." He pouts mockingly at your frown, shaking his head teasingly.

"You know I love you, Rem." You sigh, his grip loosening in your hair. "Even If you're an asshole sometimes."

He smirks. "I'll take it."

"Will you let me kiss you now?"

"Alright, c'mere, baby."

And you're kissing him, because despite what you'd said earlier, hate was something you could never feel toward Remus Lupin.

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huihuiheart · 6 months

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Kinktober D8: Hands On Me - Johnny

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Pairing: Johnny Suh x Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: You love Johnny's hands, but apparently he loves yours just as much.

Warnings: Quirofilia(hand kink), mutual masturbation, fingering, soft dom/sub themes, daddy kink, some manhandling, light spanking, dirty talk, cursing.

Word Count: 1214

“You’re staring again,” Johnny calls you out with a smirk on his face, one that makes you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Oh get rid of that smirk, before I do it for you.” Your glare seems to have the opposite effect than intended.

“Promise? Because you’re not the only one who likes hands, doll.” He licks his lips as his gaze is drawn to your own hands, “So you shutting me up is more than enticing.”

“Yeah? Should I put on a pretty show for you with them then too?” You faux pout as you bring the very hands he’s looking at so intently up to toy with the tie on the front of your dress, “Want to see just what these pretty hands can do?”

In the next moment, he’s raising a brow as he sits across from the bed gesturing to it, “Go ahead doll, show me.”

It’s your turn to smirk now as you climb onto the bed, centering yourself and spreading your legs in a way that spreads the skirt of your pretty little dress around you. Undoing the bow and unlacing the front teasingly slow, dragging your fingers down the center using the hands he seems so drawn to as an advantage, and bringing his attention exactly where you want it. Using your hands to make the hem of your dress dance over your thighs, giving little teases of your skin here and there for him to capture. Though two can play that very dangerous game and it's only a moment of your teasing longer and Johnny’s own beautiful hands are up to teasingly pop one button at a time, fingers spreading the fabric a little farther apart each time so you can really see all that each one accomplishes for you.

"Don't get distracted now doll, weren't you giving me a show?" He muses watching you pout in response before pulling your dress over your head to try and get the upper hand again. Your fingers toying with the hem of your bra as his gaze follows before you've had your fun and take it off to actually start touching yourself.

"I know how much you love my boobs, always complimenting how pretty they are. Are they even prettier now?" You're coy with your words as you play with your nipples, moaning slightly more dramatically than actually necessary at the moment, but if you were gonna put on a show you were going to make it good.

"They are, though your boobs aren't all that I find beautiful about you," Johnny responded, licking his lips as he's fixed on the sight, shirt fully unbuttoned and spread as his own hands trail down his chest to start undoing his belt.

You bite your lip, slipping a hand into your panties to toy with your clit as you move to lean in closer to him, "Bet my ass would look even prettier in your hands."

He smirks knowing that you're trying to bait him, but it drops when you reach out to him, "Put your hands on me and you won't feel mine on you at all tonight."

You freeze, sitting back again albeit with a whine and a slight wiggle of disappointment, but you keep up your actions on your clit. Johnny watches and shifts as he wishes to see you without your panties covering your actions, but you want to play a little after the disappointment he just dropped onto you. Watching as Johnny pulls his cock out for you to see finally as if to entice you to show him the same, matching the pace he strokes it at to your actions.

"Lay back doll, you're getting too shaky for that right now and we wouldn't want an accident." He teased just slightly as he noticed the way the pleasure had you trembling. "And why don't you show me what you're doing, hm? Maybe it'll convince me to touch you."

His words make you pout a little more having wanted to tease him more, but you know that although it won't be enough to get his hands on you it'll likely cut down the necessary begging and so you slowly rid yourself of your panties. Johnny bit back a moan at the sight and stroking his cock a bit faster.

"Come on doll, show me how good you can make yourself feel. Don't you wanna cum for me?" He spurs you on, though the latter question makes you whine out even louder, soft tears pricking at your eyes for him to notice, "What's wrong doll, tell daddy."

"Not enough." You whine softer this time, back arching as you try desperately to search for that last little bit you need to throw yourself over.

"Oh? It's not? Why is that?" He's not as coy this time, not so used to seeing you like this. Of course, he knew when he was away you'd played with yourself, but anytime you sent him videos there were toys involved and now he wondered if there was a reason.

"Can't get them where I need them. It's not enough." You desperately try to get out though you're feeling slightly overwhelmed now as a few tears fall making Johnny coo softly at the sight. He stands fully removing his pants before climbing over you and leaning down to give you a soft kiss.

"Shh it's okay, my fingers are longer so I'll do it for you doll." He assured you, helping you ease yours out to slowly replaces them with his before picking up the pace you had just been keeping.

"Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!" You practically chant thanks and praise to him and his fingers hit right where you like. Feeling him prop you up against him, free hand tilting your head down to watch his slick fingers disappear inside of you.

"Thought you loved my hands doll, but here you are missing the best part of it. Enjoy the view doll or I'll leave you right on the edge too." He warns though his own appreciation for your fingers has him grabbing the hand you had been touching yourself with and bringing it to his mouth to suck and lick over your fingers, moaning at the taste.

The feeling of his mouth around your fingers mixed with his sounds and the sight of his fingers inside you proved to be too much at once and threw you over the edge. Cumming hard around your fingers as he gently rides you through it, though when your senses return slightly you feel something warm and sticky against your neck and it's your turn to tease again.

"Aww daddy couldn't hold out? My fingers were too good in your mouth and you couldn't last?" You giggle only to gasp when his hands pin you down to the bed harshly face down ass up. Hand smacking your ass hard enough to leave a print as he leans down to pick some of his cum up off you.

"Apparently one orgasm wasn't enough to teach you not to mess with daddy doll, but then again we have all night for that hm? And you did mention my hands on your ass, so just remember tomorrow when it hurts that this one is on you."

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falloutkeiji · 2 years

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tender sex w/ eddie

words: 1.1k

characters: eddie munson x gn! reader

warnings: MINORS DNI!!!! this is an 18+ work. use of pet names (pup, sweetheart, baby, sweet thing), slight d/s dynamic, soft dom eddie, submissive reader, oral sex (reader receiving), penetrative sex (reader receiving), praise kink, condescension, reader is super needy and eddie endearingly makes fun of them for it, reader cries briefly

notes: hi. this is my first smut work. i hope it’s ok. also i tried my best at keeping the reader as gender neutral as possible both w/ pronouns and pet names and also details of genitalia, but pls lmk if i missed anything.

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everything about your dynamic with eddie is just so tender, so it really should be no surprise when it bleeds into your sex life as well.

but regardless, it catches you off guard every time.

it’s raining outside, and eddie is lounging on his bed next to you, doodling in his little d&d notebook. he’s sat with his legs crossed, back hunched over as his pencil scratches on the paper quickly.

you trace the knobs of his spine as you just admire him. he just looks so good all the time, it’s a wonder that you are able to restrain yourself from fucking him 24/7.

today, his hair is pulled up into a claw clip on his head, a trick that nancy taught him a while ago. his black shirt is tattered, covered in more holes than is practical in a piece of clothing. but it makes him look even prettier, the milky white skin and dark tattoo lines peeking out under the shirt. his teeth are digging into his lips as he concentrates, making them look slick and kiss-bitten.

literally just looking at him has your face growing hot with arousal, so you let your hands trail a little bit lower in the exploration of his back.

he glances over at you quickly as your hands trail up and down his back, flashing a toothy smile before returning to his drawing.

you’re a little irritated that he didn’t get the hint, but you know that sometimes you have to spell it out for him. and that’s okay.

you shift on the bed until you’re facing him, knees touching. at this, he looks up at you again, smile returning to his face. “hi.”

you giggle at him, knocking your knee against his. “hi.”

“is there something you need?” he asks, teasing but not mean. never mean.

feeling coy, you just shrug. “maybe.”

“and what might that be, sweetheart?”

you shrug again, but find yourself shifting around to ease your arousal.

eyes catching on the movement, eddie’s smile sharpens at the edges. “aww, is my baby feeling needy?”

the slight condescension in his voice makes your face heat up even more, and you duck your head to hide the instantaneous reaction.

eddie just smiles and shakes his head, tossing his notebook to the side and moving on the bed until he’s leaning into your space, pushing you onto your back.

“oh no, sweetness. no need to hide from me. it’s okay. i know you’re a needy pup, you don’t need to be ashamed,” he coos, settling his weight on top of you.

the condescending praise has your arousal spiking, and you arch up to rub against eddie’s front. “‘m not ashamed,” you respond, but it comes out weaker than you intended.

“good, baby. wouldn’t want my sweet pup to be ashamed of asking for what they need.” he wiggles his hand in between you two, pressing his hand against your clothed hole.

you buck up into him again at the contact, whining into the sheets next to you.

“awwww, sweetheart. you already have a wet patch on your pants. you’re really desperate for it, huh? you really need me to fill you up, don’t you?” and yeah, the words and the tone are a bit condescending. they’re a bit degrading, almost, but eddie says them with the utmost adoration both in his tone and in his face.

“yeah,” you gasp. to busy your hands, you play with the stray hairs at the back of his neck. “yeah. need you.”

he smiles at you, so soft and loving. he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and swiftly pulls your pants down. “so good, pup. so good for me when you use your words and ask for what you want. so proud of you.”

the praise is almost too much, making your head swim and your underwear unbearably wet. but you know, regardless, that eddie is gonna take care of you.

and he does. he strips your pants off, and then your underwear, and then he settles his head between your thighs. he strokes his hands up your thighs, your stomach, and through your pubic hair with so much reverence that it almost brings a tear to your eye. he eats you out with such concentration and determination that you find yourself going boneless in less than 2 minutes.

when he comes up for air with the most satisfied smile on his face, you actually do start crying. eddie’s quick to concern, asking frantically, “what’s wrong? is everything okay?”

you nod at him, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs. “yeah, eds. just a bit overwhelmed with how much i love you.”

his smile is almost painfully soft when you say this, and he brings his face up to yours to kiss you gently. “i love you too, sweet thing. do you wanna continue, or do you wanna stop? i’m okay with either.”

“wanna continue. need you like, right now.”

he laughs at your eagerness as he stands up and shucks his pants off. you’re both endeared and irritated to find out that he is not wearing anything under his sweatpants.

after grabbing everything he needs, he’s back on top of you again, and the teasing glint is back in his eyes.

you whine as he rubs his cock at your entrance, but refuses to put it in.

“whatsa matter, pup? something wrong?”

he pulls back slightly to gauge your reaction, satisfied when he sees you glare at him.

“just kidding baby, just kidding. don’t have a fit. i know you can’t even go 10 minutes without being stuffed, but don’t worry. i’ve got you.” as he says this, he slides in.

he spends the next few minutes rutting into you, muttering his mixture of condescension and praise into the crook of your neck.

when he feels your breathing start to get more frantic, he picks up his pace just slightly. “it’s okay pup, you can let go. whenever you’re ready. wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

and when you cum, it’s not long until he does the same, so fucked out that his mouth finally stops running.

you guys lay like that for a while, eddie’s boneless weight on top of you warm and comforting. when his mind finally starts working again, he nuzzles into you. “did so good for me, baby. always so good. so perfect for me.”

and if you tear up again when he says that, it’s nobody’s business but your own. because yeah, eddie is tender always, but it will always catch you off guard when he speaks to you like you hung the stars.

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Ingenious - Viktor

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, rimming, oral sex, fluff, established relationship, reader is more dominant, 69 position,

A/n: Kinktober day 4: rimming! Not beta read and written fast so excuse any errors. Let's all agree to read this in mobile bc my banner looks so much better there 😭

Word count: 1.3k

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Viktor had and would never be fond of sponsor events, but this one You and Jayce had finally managed to drag him to just might be worthwhile.

“He got caught doing what?”

Raucous laughter erupted from aristocrats of Piltover. One woman shrieked with laughter and leaned over so far she spilled her drink on her date.

Viktor shook his head; it would never fail to amaze him just how little it took to make these refined Upsiders lose their smooth edges ― just a few drinks and look at them.

One of the women leaned over the table, armed with a cheshire smile and more than willing to give details. “You heard me; when they found him his date was tonguing his ―”

“Rosaline!” Another chastised.

A group of women nearby collapsed into fits of giggle as so-called Rosaline stuck her tongue out to draw circles in the air.

Jayce cleared his throat and raised his wine glass to his temple. “Dear god,” he chuckled nervously.

A man elbowed him. “Remember when these things were about science and progress? Fat chance of that now …”

“Goodness me, who would be that comfortable?” another woman clutched her pearls, mock-scandalized.

But Viktor’s eyes were on you, eyeing him seductively from across the table. Viktor blushed, swallowed dry and faced his reflection in the pool of his wine glass.

“You want to do that?”

Viktor nearly knocked over one of his prototypes.

“What?”

“Don’t be coy.” You climbed into bed. “Do you want me to rim you?”

Viktor blinked furiously. “Did you, by chance ―” His eyes flickered over your pink face. “― have a bit too much to drink yourself tonight?”

“Oh, I am positively sober, my love.” You laid on the bed, knuckles supporting your chin as you waved your legs back and forth. “And don’t change the subject. Do you?”

Viktor let the question hang, unsure of what to do with his hands. “Well …” his voice creaked.

“What? Are you afraid you’ll get caught like the guy in the papers?”

“Er ― not necessarily, no.”

You rolled over in bed. “Then what?”

Viktor didn’t answer.

“Don’t pretend like you haven’t wondered ― it’s hardly the most insane thing we’ve ever done. Honestly, Viktor, what happened to glorious evolution ―”

Viktor stammered. “That is not what I meant. That is not what anyone meant.”

You collapsed into giggles. When you came to, Viktor was on top of you.

“If you insist, then why not try now?” He purred, palming your sides.

You wiggled your eyebrows in challenge. “Yes. Why not?”

Viktor kissed you

You parted from him. Your eyes shone with something he couldn’t recognize.

“I have an idea.” You smirked.

Viktor eyed you with feigned incredulity. “Always a good thing, I’ve noticed.”

“Oh, dear god …!”

Your tongue trailed the underside of Viktor’s cock. His thighs trembled under your caressing hands. You pressed into the inner skin to hold him still forking your tongue into his beading slit.

“I’m ― not sure that’s where your mouth should be for this ―”

Viktor emitted a heavenly sigh as you released his balls from your mouth with a loud pop.

“I’m just warming you up, beloved,” You said.

“I suppose I should be flattered ― mmm …!”

“Viktor.” You paused to meet his eye, his cock secure in your hold. “I need you to turn your brain off.”

“Assist me in that endeavor, dear.”

You rolled your eyes. You didn’t want Viktor smart-assing you every five seconds; you wanted him breathless, blushing, crying. You decided: enough games.

You gave his cockhead a quick, sweet kiss and trail down farther, farther ―

Viktor drew in a sharp breath as your tongue ran over his puckered hole, lingering in your lick. You parted his buttocks for easier access to him, opening an eye to see his cock twitch as you flicked at his again.

You were getting your wish; with each flick and swish of your tongue, Viktor’s voice hung longer and softer in the air. Something like your name hung there as you worked on him. You kissed his hole, bringing your pucker to his and sucked ―

“Maahaa …!”

That’s better. You reached for Viktor’s cock, pumped him thrice before aligning your passionate licks with your strokes. Viktor trembled underneath you; the sheets lifted and you knew he was clenching them in his fists, desperate to stay still for you and losing.

You stroked his twitching stomach with your other hand as you sat preoccupied with your meal. You broke away from his hole to suck his balls into your mouth ―

“Aah!” Viktor raised from bed only to fall back into the pillows. A quivering hand thread into your hair, fingers keeping you gripped and close to his nether regions.

You reached into your panties, fingering yourself eagerly to the sounds Viktor made. You thumbed your clit as you removed your mouth to thumb Viktor, the tip penetrating the tight muscle.

“I ― I’m close …!” Viktor rasped.

His voice went right to your clit as you flicked and flicked. You forced yourself to remove your hand. You broke away from Viktor as he threatened to reach his peak. You brainstormed to the tune of Viktor’s pleasured sighs. A lightbulb flashed your mind’s eye, prompting a smile.

“I’ve got another idea,” You said.

Viktor laughed breathlessly. “And here I thought I was the ingenious scientist.”

“Perhaps,” You allowed, standing to undress out of your remaining garments. Admittedly, you would miss the way your dress hugged your breasts, but surely Viktor would find a better use for them sooner rather than later. “But you and I both know this ―” You let your dress pool around your feet to reveal to Viktor a matching pair of lace bra and panties. “ ― is my domain.”

You stripped for him, aware of the way his eyes hungered after you. You climbed the bed and kissed Viktor’s temple. “Close your eyes.”

He shot you an incredulous look, but obeyed.

You straddled him. “You won’t stop talking,” You reversed yourself so you were facing Viktor’s lower half, “and I don’t want you cumming without me, so I should give your mouth something to do.”

You sat atop his face, suppressing a quiver as Viktor’s lips parted against your clit.

“Ah, I see,” he murmured beneath you. “Most … ingenious.”

“You’re not gonna let that go, are you?”

“No, I’m not.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just get to work.”

Viktor snickered, hooking his arms over the fat of your thighs to scoot you closer. Your cunt fell into his open mouth, and you gripped his leg tight as you heard the tight suction sounds as his lips gripped your clit.

You stuttered above him. You lowered yourself with caution, one hand gripping Viktor’s engorged while the other traveled lower to tap fingers against his abused hole.

“Nurgh!” Viktor’s hot breath hit your excited clit. “That’s good …!”

“What?” You still had the will to tease. “Here?” You pressed against his hole. “Or here?” You cooed. “C’mon, Viktor, use your words ― aaha!”

Viktor had bitten hard into your thigh.

“You know what I want,” he growled. “Stop teasing.”

“All right, all right, don’t have to be forceful ― okay!” You added as Viktor grazed his teeth on your thigh in warning.

You took Viktor in your mouth, and immediately upon tasting the tight pink skin knew neither of you would last long like this.

“Fuck …!” You lurched as Viktor took his appreciation out on your clit, swiping and kissing and sucking ―

You clenched on his tongue, humming as you sucked him hard into your mouth. You fucked him on your finger, his hole still wet from your ardent licks, and a few seconds later Viktor followed you, spilling his seed into your willing mouth. You dug nails into his thigh as his fervor refused to wane and he ate and ate and ate, the slick sounding against his tongue.

You swallowed what you could. Your legs ached to relax. Viktor was first, though; he caught you as you fell to the side. He turned himself over so he and you were facing each other at the foot of the bed.

“Well, that was a fun experiment,” You said.

“They always are.” Viktor said, and he kissed your cheek. “Especially the ones you participate in.”

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