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nanaslutt · 7 months

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Gojo cumming in his pants thats it thank u for listening

listening so hard rn, i probably think abt this exact scenario 50 times a day

thank yew so much for the ask ml<3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀: fem reader, established relationship, dry humping, clit rubbing (through clothes), dirty talk, corruption kink, fluff, crack, size kink if you squint, praise at the end from gojo, gojo is head over heals for reader, gojo cums in his pants<3

MDNI

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waking up from your deep, much needed night of sleep you couldn’t help but notice you felt about 180 pounds heavier than you remember feeling when you fell asleep last night, also feeling much hotter than you recall

you had your softly snoring mountain of a boyfriend to thank for that, resting his heavy head on your chest, arms wrapped snug around your barely clothed figure

you must have accidentally fallen asleep waiting for him to come home last night

you were planning to surprise him with the new set you got the other day, hes been so stressed out with work lately and you just wanted to do something nice for your boy, luckily you passing out prematurely hadn’t ruined your plans as you had slipped one of his big tshirts over yourself to conceal your present to him

“satoru,” you groaned wiggling underneath him, trying to get his heater of a body off of you

“mmmmmm..” he let out a long groan, shifting a bit, making you think he was going to move before he collapsed back into you

“toruuuu uppp, im gonna overheat and die because of you,” you shake his shoulders to fully wake him up

“yer ‘s mean ‘t me,” he mumbles, squeezing his arms around you impossibly tight making you let out a groan before he rolls you over like a boa constrictor, you positions now switched, legs straddled around his slutty little waist

you push your hands on his chest, sitting back on his pelvis and brushing the hair out of his face, “dramatic oaf,” you smile watching him nuzzle your hand like a cat,

“fell asleep without me last night,” he says quietly, closing his eyes and humming in appreciation as you rubbed your thumb against his cheek

“what time did you get home anyways?” you questioned, his warm hands settling on your upper thighs, rubbing the skin there

“mmm…mayb’ four…” he says slowly, sleep still laced in his voice, starting to mindlessly slide his hands up and down the sides of your body, eyes still shut,

“we’ll that’s why i fell asleep without you.” eyes still closed as he slipped his fingers under the fabric of your panties sitting on your hip,

starting to feel a warm sensation creep inside your body, different from the overwhelming physical heat his body provided

it’s only when you become aware of your own growing need that you feel his, very prominent problem underneath you,

“toru, ‘s so early, what are you this hard for?” you tease, moving your hand away from his face resulting in a whine as you rubbed your hands over his clothed pecs

“if i told you i had a naughty dream about you would you believe me?” he cracked his eyes open slightly, wiggling his eyesbrows

“you being a pervert even in your dreams?course i believe you.” you retorted,

he gasped, eyes opening a bit more, faux offense plastered on his face,

“hah! pervert? i’m nothing if not a gentleman thank you,” he rolled his eyes, “for your information, YOU came onto ME.” he huffed, failing to notice his own hands that have trailed over your (his) shirt and started groping your chest,

“you sound so convincing with your hands on my tits toru,” you deadpanned,

“they asked me to play with them.” he gave you a toothy grin, pinching over your shirt where he thought your nipples might be

“ah! toru,” you softly whimpered, “wan’ this perv to stop?” he asked, smile still plastered on his face as he stares at you intently,

“shut up,” you breathily moaned, letting your head roll back, running your hands down his hard abs, starting to roll your hips over his stiff clothed cock,

“‘m not the only one worked up this morning huh?” his breath hitches, feeling your pussy slide over the tip of his dick just right, even through both of your clothes,

“if you- haaah, didn’t come home so late last night, we would’nt have this p-problem,” you stuttered out, putting more pressure on his abs with your palms as you humped back and forth over the large bulge in his sweats

his hands leaving your chest, one coming down to dig his fingers into the fat of your ass, helping you rock yourself on his cock, the other splaying itself out on your tummy, thumb coming down to rub your clit through your panties,

“yeah? wanted to fuck me last night baby?” he questioned, biting his lip, feeling dizzy from the lack of sleep combined with the perfect pressure and friction you were creating on his dick, leaking pre all over the inside of his boxers,

“t-take off my shirt toru,” you said grinding yourself faster on him, pussy leaking through your panties, leaving a dark patch on the crotch of his sweats

it’s only been a couple minutes and he was feeling drunk, gasping and groaning watching his pretty girlfriend wearing 𝒉𝒊𝒔 shirt and rub her hands all over his body while she uses him to get off, it was almost too much, and now the angel on top of him just asked him to take off her clothes?

he wastes no time, hands abandoning their respective positions on your body, grabbing the shirt from the sides of your figure, caressing your skin as he pulls the fabric up, up, up,

his jaw drops and his eyes go wide when he sees what you were hiding from him, your tits were cradled in a light blue fabric, the same colour as his crystalline eyes, the border of the blue panties decorated with pretty white lace, a small rose on the front formed into a heart,

the next sounds that came out of his mouth you have never heard him make before, hands shooting to your waist and gripping you bruisingly, jolting forward, abs clenching under your fingers as his hips buck up into you,

high pitched whimpers leaving his mouth one after another while he completely paints the inside of his boxers white, rope after rope of his thick cum spurting out of his needy cock and sticking to himself

“haaaaaaah, fuuuck,” he vocalizes, relaxing into the bed, aftershocks of his orgasm leaving him twitching, the back of his arm coming to cover his eyes as he heaves, other hand massaging your hip, his chest rapidly moving up and down,

“toru did you just-“ stilling your movements you looked down, sliding back slightly and seeing the previous wet patch you left on him grow steadily, definitely not from your doing this time

“sorry, haaa- didnt- ngh- didn’t think you were gonna look that beautiful,” his arm slides off his face and there’s a dopey grin adorning his features

his face is completely red and he looks like he just got the soul sucked out of him,

“ah…cant beleive you just made me cum in my pants so fast like some teenager,” he laughs, making eye contact with you again, and his eyebrows shoot up at your current state,

your own jaw is dropped, breathing rapidly, you don’t think you’ve ever felt so aroused in your life, cunt fucking throbbing with need, hearts practically in your eyes, at the realization of what you just made him do,

you think you might’ve just discovered something about yourself….

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geekforhorror · 8 months

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anakin having a thing for your ass IM LITTERALLY-

NO BC HE LITERALLY WOULD.

he loves the way your ass looks in anything and can’t stop himself from getting hard at the sight of it. if you bend over in a mini skirt, he would blow his load right then and there. he also fights the urge to grope your ass every chance he gets but turns out his self control isn’t that strong (what a big surprise!) you know how he feels about your ass and from that moment on, you start to tease him more.

and when the two of you are alone? he can’t stop looking at it. he probably looks at it when the two of you are called to a meeting, causing obi-wan and the other masters to give him a weirded out stare. and at that point, he’s not even trying to hide it from them he just wants to think about and look at your ass. later on, he knows he has to block out his thoughts to prevent any one of them to read his filthy thoughts whether he’s thinking of fucking you from behind with your ass bouncing with each thrust or having your ass grind all over his cock. he can’t shield his thoughts from you though and he doesn’t want to because he wants you to know what you’re doing to him.

once anakin finally gets you alone, he whisks you off to his quarters with the intention of fulfilling his fantasies that he lost sleep over. he gropes your ass with his large hands and manhandles you with full force before holding you at your waist and fucking the shit out of you. he also LOVES to slap it because it belongs to him and him only, which he makes sure you know. he would degrade you but also praise you saying shit like: “you’re the best piece of ass i’ve ever had” or “poor little slut, moaning so pathetically…”

ok that’s all my slutty little brain can come up with rn

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin skywalker #anakin fanfiction #anakin fic #anakin imagine #anakin x reader #anakin star wars #star wars fandom #star wars fanart #star wars fanfiction #hayden christensen

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sturniolo-rat · 1 month

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A Very Matt Morning 2

Matthew Sturniolo X Reader

Part 1

A/N: listen, part one has exactly 15 notes rn and that’s more than I expected so I will treat you to part 2. This is the sexy part get ready, bby. Also don’t @ me because you don’t think all this can go down in 36 minutes. This piece is auto biographical if you’re a pro lots can happen in 36 minutes. This 100% isn’t proofread.

Contains: big time smut, silly goofy!matt, oral, fingering, p in v sex, lots of dialogue

TW: mentions of working an office job🤢

In which Matt wakes up y/n the right way to prep her for her big day of working at her big girl job.

Five minutes later the order confirmed and set to arrive in 36 minutes. “Just enough time to wake you up the right way” Matt whispers in y/n’s ear.

Y/n releases a frustrated groan “But I should really dressed and I have to respond to this email real quick”. She knows that even waiting for the coffee she’s cutting it close to being late.

“Hush, baby” he touches his finger to her lips. She’s being entirely too reasonable right now but Matt knows what she needs. She has the whole rest of her work day to be responsible and boring. He runs his hand up her thigh and under the extra large t-shirt she uses as pajamas. It’s not his though because he’s actually quite small with a slutty little waist. She stole from an ex boyfriend of hers. Matt doesn’t mind though because one day he’s going to marry her and everyone else will fall away. “I’m just going down here. Don’t worry about what I’m doin. Just take out your phone and answer that little email, okay?”

“Okay” she exhales softly and takes her phone from the bedside table. Rachel from accounting should really learn how to do her fucking job. She’s distracted as he shoves his hand between her legs, covering her heated center with his palm, squeezing gently. He always does this before sex It’s almost like gentle greeting or a quiet hello. Arching her back, she plasters myself into his hand, searching for more contact. "Mmm. I like that."

He strokes her slit through her panties, drawing an oval around it with his finger without actually touching it. Maybe it was because his touch was unhurried, fleeting, and designed to drive her wild, but her panties dampened. Y/n was going through the sweetest of tortures.

“No no, Sweetie. Just write your little email.”

She hits him in the head “How can you expect me to write a clear concise professional email under these conditions.”

He lets out a chuckle “Hey don’t sway me on the head. I’m trying to give you head down here.” He trails kisses up her inner thigh all the way up until he’s nearly where he needs to be. “I can’t give you head if my head hurts. Did you know that?” He does the same to her other thigh “You’re the reason I have to carry around ibuprofen for when I’m ready to be a munch.”

She laughs and her legs shut closed. They weren’t fully open to begin with. She’s still holding onto the idea that she’ll get up and get ready when she finishes her email. “Oh shut up. You love me.”

“Come on, spread your legs.” He coos in a sing song voice. “What… is she shy this morning.” He peppers y/n’s stomach with kisses. “Did you wake up with stage fright… is your pussy anxious?” He teases and she hits him again. “Hey hey cut that out”

He leans in close to her pussy and whispers “Hey, Darlin, I know right she’s sitting there trying to close you off from me. You and I have such a special bond and…”

Y/n raises her voice “Are you talking to my coochie!?”

He looks up at her “Yes, yes I am talking to your coochie. What do you want… this is an A B conversation… C your way out of it and finish your email.” She does as she’s told but he lowers his head and picks up where he left off. “She’s so fucking rude. Like I’m trying to have a conversation… women am I right.” At this point y/n has let her guard down completely and opens her legs for him to have his silly little conversation.

Finally after all his hard work Matt is able to kiss her pussy. He starts off light and gradually gets rougher until his tongue is swirling around her clit. She likes to watch his mouth move. His jawline looks so sharp against the softness of her thighs. He reaches a hand up to massage her breast while the other snakes around her thigh to rest on her tummy. He loves the taste of her and the tenderness of her skin. Y/n’s hands find their way to his head and her fingers tangle into his hair. She’s grinding her pussy onto his lips. To him if feels more like she’s grinding his face into her pussy but that’s neither here nor there.

She’s moaning uncharacteristically loud and he knows it’s time to start licking and teasing her entrance. Y/n knows he’s about to finger her and as if on cue she opens her mouth right as he moves his hand from her breast and puts his middle and index finger in her mouth. He lists his head to say “You’re gonna get these fingers nice and wet for me, Okay.” She nods her head still sucking on his fingers. He lets her suck longer than usual thinking about how her lips would feel around his hard cock. When Matt can focus again he pulls his fingers back and slowly pushes his middle finger into her hole. He groans out of sheer horniness “Oh, come on, you’re sooo tight right now… is she still shy. Fine, hold on, I’ll to talk to her again.” He works his finger in and out of never pushing it in past the knuckle. “ Hey, Lovie, I know it’s really early and obviously you’re having a bit of performance anxiety but you and I know each other. We get along, right? Don’t close me out. Don’t be shy with me.” His finger pushes in just a little bit farther with every thrust until she can take his whole finger. “There we go, baby.” He looks up to y/n “You see, Honey, her and I have reached an understanding.”

Fingering her like this without touching her clit is torturous. She can’t orgasm without clitoral stimulation but it feels good it’s basically like perpetual edging. And he’s making it worse by moaning along with her as if he’s getting off on her pleasure. “Oh yes, oh you are so fucking tight. I am going to lose my mind the moment my tip goes in. Don’t get mad at me if I come right away, okay? I’ll just keep going. You know how much I like to fuck the cum into you.”

“Oh my god!” Y/n says in complete and utter shock as she wacks his head. “That’s too horny for this early in the morning!” She hits him again “Also suck my clit you dickhead!”

“Ouch! Im sorry. Im just havin a little fun! And I’ll get to your clit in a minute” Matt says then goes to do what he was told. He sucks entirely too softly but very passionately. “ Can you take two fingers for me, baby?” She shakes her head. She’s never been one to talk during sex but fuck. Matt does it so well. Matt’s second finger slips in so easily “Oh good girl. That’s more like it one of that being shy bullshit.” His fingers moved faster within her and she moaned as they curled at just the right angle to make her writhe on the bed, panting and moaning. Then he finally does it. He absolutely devours y/n’s clit with his sucking, licking, and moaning. She could feel herself approaching the edge and so could he. “You’re already there, Baby. Come on, cum for me.”

She shoves his face back into her pussy “Shut up and keep sucking!” All this talk is so hot but it sure as shit does feel better than cuming. Her thighs quaked, bracketing his ears. Her fingers in his hair, tugging viciously. Matt went harder, rougher, latching on to one of her tits through her top and pinching her nipple. Her eyes popped open and looked at him behind a curtain of innocent lust. The climax seized every muscle in her body head to toe. An odd sensation-of floating in warm water-conquered her. She rocked back and forth against his face, unraveling inch by delicious inch.

“Do you feel awake now, Darlin?” He says with a grin.

Y/n sighs with a laugh “Yes, Matty baby, I am very much awake.”

“Can you keep going? Or is that too much for you?”

“Oh course I can. After my super awesome morning orgasm I can do almost anything.” She jokes but she also genuinely feels that way. Maybe her day won’t be so bad.

Matt moves so that he’s above her using his hands to hold himself up. She squeaks, hips bucking slightly, and feels his hardness press up against her inner thigh. He reaches his hand down to rub his cock against her sensitive folds, and she releases a gasp at the sensation.

“I knew from how fucking wet you felt.” He groans as he pushes himself in farther. “You would milk my fucking dick but Jesus Christ” She gasps slightly, her cheeks reddening at the feeling of arousal welling up within her at his words. He bottoms out with moan from deep in his chest. She feels so full and whole. Slowly he starts to fuck her. Each thrust eliciting a whiny bordering on pathetic moan from him. He really isn’t going to last long.

Her legs wrap around him and pull him close. “Fuck that’s not fair you can’t pull me into you like that.” It’s so tight and warm inside her cunt it feels like a second home. His thrusts get sloppier and more needy as he approaches his climax. “Look at me. Look me in my fucking eyes while I fill you up.” She looks at him with pleading eyes. She really wants to watch him cum and watch his face twist in pleasure and pain as he continues to fuck her with his overstimulated cock.

He comes with a powerful grunt but he keeps up his pace and doesn’t stop bucking into her until hurts more than it feels good. He collapses on top of y/n and she kisses him on the forehead. “Do YOU feel awake now, Darlin?”

“Could take on the world, my love.”

They sit there cuddling for a while until she gets an email from work. There’s more bullshit to respond to and a world or responsibilities to get back to. Matt however is asleep. It seems he did not in fact feel awake. Y/n leaves him to his sleep and prepares for work. When she finally opens the door to leave there are two Dunkin’ coffee cups sitting on the welcome mat outside.

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pls give me feedback. Like should I do the thing where they make the dialogue different colors? Or maybe should I write in a different pov? Any other suggestions?

#matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #smut #sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo #sturniolo fandom #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #nicolas sturniolo

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cordeliawhohung · 4 months

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for mafia!simon’s back tattoos.. i think he would if not his entire back tattooed, a big piece of it for sure.

something with skulls (obvi) ((https://pin.it/nDIbKzA))

or maybe something like this ((https://pin.it/5RvsbCD))

i’m also obsessed with the idea of black abstract like ((https://pin.it/6FiU5p3))

Mafia!Simon has me in a chokehold rn. and now thinking of him tatted?? yum. Thank you for continuing to feed my current obsession.

oh my god??? i love the second one? imagine how slutty that would make his waist look lmao like just lining down his spine?? MMM and while i don't know if simon would go for an abstract piece that third one his dope as fuck, like I would get something like that??? but god even if he did get it and it's like lining up with the muscles on his back??? freaking out. i'm feral. <3 and thank you so much for sharing!! these are all so fucking cool, i'll put the images under the cut (: i think at this point the fact that he has a back tattoo is canon in this au but as to what it is i'm gonna let y'all make that up because i can't fucking decide ;-;

OH also while we're talking about his back tattoos this little scenario popped into my mind, but imagine asking him the meaning of his tattoos? like why he got it? and when he's talking about the back piece he's like:

"i got this one to cover up the scratch marks you'll be leaving on me later."

#core responds #mafia!ghost #mafia!141 #mafia!simon #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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walpu · 1 month

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when ur done with the main story i'd love to hear your thoughts on it! (I'm only half way done rn tho ....)

Hi!!

So. I've just finished the quest. Hoyo got me good ngl. Sorry if it's bit messy I'm still in shambles

Spoilers for v.21 bellow!!!

So happy Aven is alive like literally so relieved. I was so anxious about it I started worrying I won't be able to work tomorrow if something happens to him lmao.

I was very happy that the way I characterize Aven in my head played out in the game but at the same time I was low-key devastated.

It was nice to see that he can be playful and a bit silly, like when he and Ratio were solving puzzles and getting on each other's nerves. It was also nice to see that his masks slips easier and more often than I thought. Honestly everything about him is just so peak fiction like he's cunning and low-key manipulative but he's also very sentimental, he says the end justifies the meaning and says that betrayal is a tool he can use but he actually refuses to sacrifice others and says that he considers it to be a dirty game. Like he's soooooooooo

Also "future" Aventurine. Evil shadow self lmao. He was fascinating because on one hand he low-key represents Aventurine's mask. However he also represents the pent up negative emotions and thoughts he has towards himself. Which is cool because I mean who knows what hides underneath the mask better than the mask itself.

I'm happy he started his journey to self acceptance thought. Like to be honest I'm very satisfied with the way his arc was written. Hated to see him in pain but it's cool they gave him the space to be broken and vulnerable in front of the player, addressed his past and how it affects him.

Topaz was surprisingly nice when talking about him I thought she can't stand his ass. She did sound sad when talking about him "dying" so I presume she DOES care. And so does Ratio!!!!! I hope hoyo will explore Aven's relationships with them and his arc will lead to him realizing that there are people who care about him regardless of his status.

Outside of Aven's arc. I like the way Sunday was written. We didn't spend much time with him but I feel like they did the most out of it like you can see what kind of person he is. Obviously there's more to learn but still. That being said, I can't stand his ass 😭 He gave me the ick during his scene with Sparkle and after 2.1 I don't think I'll find it in myself to ever like him but we'll see, after all I was sure I won't like Aven since he works for the IPC but here we are.

And about the final twist. Yeah. Didn't see tgat coming and thanks god I didn't spoil it for myself. That being said, I don't think Gallagher would actually kill someone, so I think the angelic siblings will be fine.

Also. Aven's boss form is sexy af I was staring at him and his little slutty waist when Luocha decided to intervene with his "what is it we're waiting for? 🙄🙄🙄" Like??? Boy be quite??????

#hsr spoilers #hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine #hsr aventurine #2.1 spoilers

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moodyhaaze · 8 months

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pay no mind to my size kink flaring up again

thinking about… just the sheer size of miguel. his hand large enough to encircle almost the entirety of your throat. his shoulders so broad he could practically block out the sun. him being so tall he towers over you or him on top with his size caging you beneath him.

thinking about… miguel’s sheer strength. he could lug you over his shoulder with ease. he could manhandle you and pin you and mold you exactly how he wants. he knows just how to bend you to hit your sweet spot.

thinking about… how well miguel would stretch you out. you know that man is packin’. how well he’d prep you just for him. how prideful he’d feel knowing that his cock is the only one that could satiate you with how well he stretches your velvety walls to their limits. how his cock rearranges your guts and never ceases to coat your insides. he loves seeing your abuse, stretched out, and cum covered hole desperate for him.

thinking about… miguel slamming his cock into you. trying to cram every last inch into you he can, but him being so big he can’t even go balls deep; just a couple of inches short of it. he wants desperately to be completely enveloped in you, to feel your tightness along his entire shaft. him cooing you and soothing you as you feel he’s close to breaking you with his size.

tall, brooding, cranky dispositioned men with huge tits, broad shoulders, big hands, and slutty little waists are my weakness,,, (◞‸◟)

i’m so down bad rn. literally wrote this at work on my break, so if it’s shit don’t tell me.

#˗ˏˋ moodys writings ˊˎ˗#˗ˏˋ moodys miguel brainrot ˊˎ˗#miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #size kink #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #miguel smut #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel x you #miguel x gn reader

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kuni-is-daddy · 11 months

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Thinking about Scara getting off to how we say his name, making us beg to say it

Scaramouche x Female Reader (581 words)

bro has 3 namess

"Kuni~, Scara~,Kubuki~" EYE IS TWITCHING RN

2nd Anon: Scara/wander fucking you in front a mirror, just feeds his predator complex seeing you a mess as he ruins your insides <33 I LOVE BOTH OF THIS :)) imma combine itt

Scara fic list.

WARNING: NSFW CONTENT.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, YOU'LL BE BLOCKEDDD!!

scara on a mission in inazuma, His phone is on vibrate and bzzing like crazy as he mercilessly kills nobushi after nobushi. He unlocks his phone with a irritated expression, wondering who is trying to get on his nerves. Only to have his beautiful blue violet eyes blessed by what's on it. Your so horny you cant help but send him pictures of you in black lingerie, His favorite color. Your nipples are just barely piercing through you bra, with the caption "Wanna put on a show for you~" Such a tease, He's so turned on he cant help but rush through narukami island and into your shared home. completely neglecting childe and la signora's plans. Locking the door...

"Hah..My little pet....Your mine. Dont you dare look away from master. Keep fucking touching yourself like that~" he watched your fingers disappear in and out of your wet hole infront of your mirror, How your legs shook as you got closer and closer to cumming. "M-Master~ Wanna cum~ m' So close~" "Yeah? You wanna cum for master? Rub those fucking boobs for me." With no hesitation you caressed your boob with one hand, Playing and squeezing around your nipple "F-fuck..gonna cum on those tits so fucking hard" He Pumped his length eagerly, Leaning against the side of the bed with so much temptation just to pounce on you. "S-scara..I cant~ Its too much! Please~" "Thats it y/n,,Keep begging like the slut you are for my cock. Beg for me more~" You wanted him to let you cum so bad. It felt too good, You wanted him, Wanted him to be inside of you. The way he'd whisper and moan in your ear while pleasing you. how he'd suck on any part of you, leaving hickeys while grinding on you. "AH~K-KUNI! PLEASE~ PLEASE LET ME CUM~" your legs shook as your body burned for release, Looking directly to scara through the mirror as he stroked himself faster.

"Fuck no.. Ah shit~ your gonna be a good girl, wait for me to be inside of you~" you hissed and began to cry at how badly you wanted it, but he just wouldnt let you. "aH~ please kuni. its not fair~ ill be good for you, promise ill be your good slut~ please please! i- MMM~" you we're cut off when he appeared behind you, covering your mouth with his hand. "Then lay down for me right now infront of the mirror. Face Down. Ass up. I want you to see me pound into you like the pathetic human you are." with no hesitation you turned around, portraying your body infront of scara with no regrets as you leaked precum, Slowly inserting himself inside of you and thrusting back and forth. "So wet just for me...hah..I expected you to at least have some morality. Or do you act so slutty for everyone~?" he said while gripping tight onto your waist. "hah~ no master~ only for you~ ill do anything you want~ go faster kubuki~ harder..~" he scoffed at your desperation. "Want me to go faster?" he held you by your hair, jerking you back down onto the floor, giving you a perfect view to look at your messy hair through the mirror. "Y-YES KUNI PLEASE~ CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE~ CLAIM ME PLEASE!" He shoved himself hard inside of you once more, causing you the shriek at his sudden aggression. "AH~ YES SCARA~" "Ugh~ love it when you call out for me like that, gonna reward you slut~" your eyes teared up from his sharp thrusts. You tried moving your hands for support on the rough grip he had on your hair but to no use your body didnt comply, he felt so good inside of you that you didnt want to move, scared that he would pull out and leave you a crying mess once again. "Answer me when i talk to you." He jerked your head again. "Hah~ oh god scara~" he tilted his head, looking in the mirror while observing the obvious drool coming from your mouth "Hm? is my pet fucked dum already? are you ruined?" "N-No Kuni~ Mmm.~ hah dont stop please~" breathy moans left your lips "Ah~ good slut, now i can give you your reward" the echo of skin slapping reflected across the room, nothing but desperate moans from you filled scara's ears. and he loved every second of it, how your innocent facade faded evertime he pinned you, everytime he rewarded you, everytime he was rough with you, you wanted it. You truly we're his everything in life. "oh..Oh FUCK~ Hah...im gonna cum y/n...Shit~ Take it..take your FUCKING reward like a good girl~" he came inside of you, panting your walls white with his warm load, Making you cry from the overstimulation as your brain felt mushy, Thinking of nothing but him.

#genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #genshin x reader #kunikizushi #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x female reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x yn #wanderer smut #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer x female reader

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utahimeow · 2 years

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NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

i like that everyone can agree that post-timeskip!hinata is sooo slutty. possibly the sluttiest out of all the characters. he’s always been outgoing and extroverted but sometime after high school he grows out of his flustered phase and becomes just… so flirty. so charming!! he’s the one that gets people flustered because compliments just roll off his tongue so naturally.

thinking about how buff he gets and how his tan defines his toned muscles even more. how he only ever wears tank tops and short shorts that show off his biceps and his hard thighs. how his beaming smile is magnetic—people show up to the beach just to watch him play, praying for the chance that he even glances at them.

and when you get together he’s probably so touchy, his hands practically glued to your waist and your abdomen and your lower back and your thighs. he’s not afraid to touch you in front of other people which is what dizzies you the most, and it’s not uncommon for you to smack his hands away when they wander a little too close where they shouldn’t be when you’re in the middle of a conversation with some friends.

it’s only been a few months and he’s already had a few hookups and boy is he a quick learner. he can never help himself—not when you’re always in either a skimpy bikini or an almost-too-short sundress or a pair of little denim shorts that show off your ass. he’s so eager, so of course when he eats you out and fucks you he does it absolutely determined to make you cum. he doesn’t care about how hard he is as he stretches you out on three of his fingers, doesn’t care about his own orgasm when he’s balls deep inside you—he’s focused on his thumb rubbing your clit in circles because you’re crying out his name as he does it.

also takes so many nudes. he’s proud of his body! as he should be, he’s worked so hard on it, and he’s thankful that he has a needy little girlfriend who he can send all his lewd photos to and who will send back to photos that are even more lewd. he leaves the country a lot so sometimes his photos are all you have to work with, and he’s not afraid to provide you with them several times a day. one in the morning, one for lunch, and one late at night (sometimes even a video of him spilling all over his hand as a treat, moaning out your name as he does). he sends you mirror selfies of him post-workout with an evident bulge in his pants. his favourite though is the classic ‘hard-on in his hand’ where his tip is leaking and he’s flushed red. it always comes with a caption like “wish i was inside you rn :(“ or “woke up thinking of you baby <3” or “miss your tight little cunt” or “can’t wait to get home so i can fill you up :)”

#hinata shoyo smut #hinata smut #hinata x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #hinata shoyo x reader #haikyuu x reader #꒰ lovers. ꒱ — hinata

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 1 month

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Hear me out I am very high from a edible rn but HEAR ME OUT DUDE

so we all know Chris Evans and his absolute slutty build like cmon he literally was nicknamed the human dorito bc slutty waist

Anyways thinking about that one promo pic of Chris in the cap suit with his back turned to the camera and his ass is just perfect ANYWAYS FR THIS TIME

Thinking about stucky but not like dating but Bucky being obsessed with Steve’s absolutely slutty figure and once the two get close to being fully retired Steve gets bigger as he slowly grows accustomed to taking it easy for once. but not exactly just fatter everything is the same but somehow softer and bigger. His thighs spread out more when he sits his chest is massive not quite defined pecs but far from being flabby moobs they’re just huge, his abs are long gone but he doesn’t have a round gut (Atleast when he’s empty) and the best part that makes bucky go crazy is his love handles , ass, and thighs, all perfectly packed together in one big package that makes Bucky lose his shit. Steves ass has nearly doubled but it’s still a perfect bubble butt, and his thighs have filled out enough to close any gap that might’ve occurred even when he has a wide stance. (Think those really chunky frat boys that manspread and their thighs are still somehow touching) BUT Steve’s suit and most of his wardrobe hasn’t changed so his clothes just accentuate his assets. His thighs and ass taking up most of the room in his pants and they perfectly leave Steve’s bulge completely on display almost like a gift from god to Bucky. Anyways I’m sure if you did add to this you’d be able to express that better than I could! And if you don’t THATS ALSO COOL (pls by no means feel like you have to answer this right away )

THIS HAS VIBES 🤤🤤

You know what kind of vibes? Exhibitionist Captain America vibes from this post by iwritetheweirdstuff

And I assume you're talking about this photo, which I nabbed from forchrisevans

Okay, shit...

Now you just have me thinking about chunky but still super fucking muscular Steve. I’m going off the rails over here, biting and clawing at my enclosure. I don’t think this rambling is actually totally related to your original idea, so just know I love your original idea!

But this reaoly gets me because Steve would be such a fucking classic MAN. Yanno? Big and heavy and robust. He looks like he could take Bucky in his big, beefy arms and rip him apart. He’s healthy. Hefty. Rippling muscles hidden under this layer of pudge.

Yum.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead. Warning for weight gain, muscle chub talk, tight clothes, Bucky being a little creepy by drooling over Steve before they're an item, etc.

Before gaining weight and when he was wearing the title of Captain American so tightly that it was suffocating him to the point that he was unforgiving of himself, never good enough as Steve Rogers, Steve was like a Thoroughbred. A racehorse, smooth and lean, with a single objective. Win. But now that he’s looser with the title and deciding what he wants for himself, more often calling himself a nomad than going by Cap… now he’s gruff, ignoring the rules (ignoring them even more than he did before, which is saying something for a troublemaker like him), and he’s like a Clydesdale. He’s a tank.

A fucking beast.

When he’s running, you get out of the fucking way because of all the mass behind that force. If you let him collide with you at full speed, full force… it ain’t pretty. His feet pound the ground. Jesus wept. These days his chest, belly, and ass shake when he runs, even when his big, big body is wrapped tightly in all that deep, navy-blue Kevlar. The sight just destroys Bucky.

Bucky can’t fucking fight next to him anymore when they’re called in for Avenging every now and again, half-retired as they are. It was bad enough when Steve was that Thoroughbred, rippling lean muscle and a shiny, bright blond head of short hair. Always distracting Bucky. But now it’s worse because Steve is a Clydesdale with this heft to him and his dirty blond hair and dark, thick beard. He’s even letting his body hair grow in, and it’s all Bucky can do to not faint, landing face-first into the deepening cleavage between his robust pecs, inhaling the musk of him. Every time Steve grunts with the effort of punching or kicking or tearing some offending villain to pieces, Bucky swears he feels faint. He has this completely involuntary feral reaction to the burly man he’s become. Hunky. Stocky. Ripped. Hefty. Whatever fucking word there is for the built he’s got going… it makes Bucky’s mouth water.

Of course, Steve’s still only two inches taller - 6’2” to Bucky’s 6’0” - but suddenly he feels a whole foot taller, and he feels twice as wide as Bucky. Those broad shoulders are only made wider, reinforced by the extra protein he’s eating, thickening his muscles and adding soft pudge; his pecs are still high and tight but even more… they’re swollen almost, added to by an irresistible layer of fat that Bucky has the primal urge to bite; the abs he had once upon a time, defined enough to use as a washboard have softened, especially after a hearty meal like a good lumberjack’s breakfast or a caveman’s dinner, just, these big plates with plenty of meat piled onto them, which turn his stomach into this drool-worthy curve, a little belly that sticks around until he somehow manages to digest it all; that fucking ass made even rounder and more shapely to the point that his pants all strain across it, his sweats especially, nearly splitting down the middle whenever he gets out of his comfy recliner; his thighs, oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, they’re ripe, rubbing together and trying to bust outta his jeans, his sweats, even his Captain America uniform.

Bucky has it bad.

If he weren’t so focused on trying to not let his animal out, growling and just fucking tackling Steve to the floor, he would feel terrible for how much he’s sexualizing his best pal. It seems no matter what he’s doing, Bucky’s caveman brain is thinking about how to best peel him out of his too-small clothes. Too tight when he was lean with rippling muscles, barely any body fat on him, and especially too fucking tight now when he has this delicious extra give to him. He looks like a size two sausage stuffed into a size one casing. Bucky curses his wardrobe at the same time that he would fall to his knees and thank it with his hands pressed together, praying to it. He wants to be there for the day that Steve busts out of it after a heavy, hearty, indulgent dinner.

‘Cause, listen, Bucky’s spank bank is just overflowing these days:

When the most recent battle is done and Steve bends over to pick up a fucking massive slab of concrete, he unintentionally gives Bucky a front-row seat to his thick ass. His curves barely fit in his uniform these days. Honestly, Bucky doesn’t know how he puts that godforsaken, tight-as-hell uniform on by himself anyway. And he doesn’t want to think about it. Not in public! The only way he can imagine it happening is with Steve naked save for a jock strap, alone in his room. First, he steps into the legs, then he works it up his calves, getting it to his thighs where it gets stuck. He’s outgrowing it. It’s a tight fit, but he still fits for now. At least, he fits when he shimmies and wiggles into it. Better than a damn stripper. Moving his body in this unintentionally, totally sexy way. Wiggling. Pulling. Squirming. Even jumping while he’s at it, pulling hard at the thick Kevlar, his biceps bulging - they’re bigger than Bucky’s fucking head now - grunting as he holds his breath, sucking in. Sucking in! His chest expanding without his pudgy, starter belly going anywhere, stubborn and jiggly.

Whenever he bends over, he gives Bucky a show, really. It doesn’t matter where they are...

When he’s bent over looking at the leaky pipe under their kitchen sink, his waist filling more of the open cabinet than it once would have. While he’s down there, his shirt rolls up over his soft little hips, the new weight just beginning to accumulate there. The start of what could be real love handles someday.

When he’s looking through the bottom drawer of the fridge, doing a head count before they head out for groceries. He’s not dressed yet, though, so he doesn’t have a belt to hold his pants up and his sweats slide down the shelf of his ass, displaying just enough of his asscrack for Bucky to feel starved, meaning he’s extra grumpy at having to wander around an overcrowded store. Shoulder to shoulder with strangers. Hungry and horny.

When he’s drawing on the couch and he accidentally lets a pencil fall onto the floor, so he has to get up, but, oops, it looks like it must’ve rolled under the couch so he gets even lower. Onto his knees and forearms. Searching blindly for the pencil… blind to Bucky’s eyes, perving out on how his thighs touch from the back now, his legs getting just as thick as his ass is. And it’s thick.

When he’s doing stretches on their balcony in the morning, breathing in the fresh air, doing some cat-cows, and inadvertently displaying his new belly that’s still rumbling through last night’s dessert. A classic, couple 'a slices of pie and ice cream. Too much pie and ice cream judging by how distended his belly looks.

When they’re getting some of their energy out now that they’re not constantly going out and avenging, half-retired, by sparing with each other in the gym. Sparing, kind of wrestling, too. They’re not trying to be tactical about it, they’re just having fun, being big kids, reminiscent of the days when they’d pull the mattress off the bed and start to play fighting on the floor. But they aren’t kids and Steve isn’t so much smaller than him, so Bucky doesn’t have to focus on finding that perfect balance of holding back just enough where it doesn’t seem like he is but he’s also not at risk of pushing Steve’s frail body too far. Now they can really whale on each other. Which is fun… until it isn’t. Because Bucky is laughing and sweating and actually starting to feel tired, and then he’s pinned, and he’s choking back a moan, sweating harder. Steve is on top of him. Steve is crushing him. Steve’s big, hot chest is against his back - Bucky can feel how he’s sweating through his skintight white t-shirt, his thick pecs squishing against his shoulder blades. Steve’s delightful, chubby, little belly is slotted perfectly into the small of his back. While fighting, Bucky’s shirt has risen up, and apparently, Steve’s has done the same, despite how firmly it had been clinging to his soft middle the last time he dared to sneak a peak because now their sweaty, hot skin is pressed together. Steve’s hairy tummy is tickling him, making Bucky want to squirm. He wants to moan. It’s a good fucking thing he’s face-down with Steve on top of him. He wants more than just to squirm and moan, he wants to hump the floor like an animal because with Steve’s tits pressed to his back and his belly squished to his back, it aligns his crotch right up against his ass. Bucky can feel Steve’s dick on his ass through the thin layers of their sweatpants and underwear. He can feel how heavy it is. And he’s thinking about how Steve’s dick probably blushes a dusky pink and gets wet at the time and how it probably curves a little and gets so thick when he’s hard and… this is where Bucky dies because Steve readjusts himself, making it worse by spreading his killer thighs to either side of Bucky’s legs, practically grinding into him, trapping him between his watermelon-crushing thighs. “Had enough?” Steve teases him with a shit-eating grin. God. Only if the fucker knew.

When Natasha adopts a new, abandoned kitten that she’s named Liho and they go over to play with him at Tasha’s apartment and Steve decides to grin like he does, always breath-taking, his smile the sweetest, most affectionate thing as he lifts Liho up above his head like Simba in the Lion King (yes, they’ve caught up on that modern pop culture reference, thank you very much). Bucky nearly goes cross-eyed, staring at his pecs. His t-shirt clings to his round, heavy tits. With his arms up, it forces his pecs to move up, too. High and plump. Bucky can see every detail of them, he can see every breath he takes, making them heave, and he’s almost able to pick out the tiniest creaking groan of the seams of his shirt screaming under all that pressure. Tasha doesn’t bat an eye, at the treatment Steve is giving her new companion, she just squeezes past Steve in her kitchen (is the apartment that small, or is Steve that big?), flicking one of his hard nipples. The points of them are obvious through the straining, thin fabric. She refills her mug with coffee but she doesn’t take a sip until she reminds Steve that if he wants to see how much more comfortable running can be, he only has to say the word and she’ll show him the magic of sports bras. Everyone can see that he needs it, and he might as well embrace it. They can even get matching ones if he wants. Her smile is razor-sharp, teasing. Bucky nearly chokes on his tongue, imagining the heavy mounds of his tits hoised up higher, giving him even more cleavage than he normally sports. Guh. Bucky wouldn’t survive.

When later during that same day, Steve decides he’s going to lie down on Natasha’s couch as they watch a movie - some Russian production that Tasha’s been telling Bucky about forever (he’s hardly paying attention and it’s Steve’s fault that he’s going to have to watch this again, on his own, during one of his sleepless nights when he can pay attention to it) - and Liho decides that Steve’s his favorite. So, he wanders back over to curl up on his soft chest and belly and starts fucking kneading his plush chest and belly like it’s the comfiest, fluffiest pillow ever. It probably fucking is! And Bucky can’t blame the kitten for purring so loudly - despite Steve’s and Tasha’s amusement at it - Bucky would be no better. He spends the rest of the evening biting the inside of his cheek and trying to banish all the mental images of his own hands kneading and squishing and groping those tits until Steve’s blushing, his mouth open, eyes heavily lidded, sweat beading at his hairline, begging Bucky to move on and touch him somewhere else, anywhere else! His nipples swollen and so hard. Irrestable. Bucky would indulge him… sort of. He would move on. But he’d have to give the same thorough attention to his soft belly, his growing hips, his thick thighs, and his fat ass. His body deserves to be pleasured until he’s out of his mind.

When Steve’s loose and warm, they’re hanging out in some back-alley sports bar in Brooklyn for a game, watching the feed on TV, downing beers and greasy bar food with Sam and some other guys from the VA, and a sip goes down the wrong pipe so Steve has to pound his chest with a closed fist, ending up not coughing but belching loudly. For everyone else, the sound is covered by the rowdy cheers filling the crowded, dimly lit space. But not for Bucky. For Bucky, Steve is the only thing in focus. Steve, with his looser fit shirt disguise, blending in, his baseball cap tugged down low on his forehead, shading his eyes, his beard grown out, thick, and… Bucky can’t take it. His body. The way his belly scrunches up when he sits down, bulging out further. The way his throat moves when he chugs from a long-necked bottle. The way his pecs jiggle when he jumps up excitedly, cheering loudly, and the similar way his belly wobbles at the same time. The way he groans at the end of his beer burp, voice rough from yelling all night and soaked in hoppy, malty richness. The way his thighs spread out over his bar stool, expanding, stressing the seams of his jeans. He’s taking up so much space with his broad shoulders, excitable hand gestures as he talks, and his manspreading. Yet, it’s still not enough. His thighs fill out his tight, dark-wash denim so well that even when he’s manspreading, his thighs still touch. Bucky aches to curl up in his lap and kiss him, feeling his beard tickling his face. He wants the heat of that big, big body underneath him. He wants to feel the hot line of his erection when he grinds down into him - their stomachs pressed together, Steve’s heavy with bloating, greasy, fattening bar appetizers.

Bucky’s spank bank is over-fucking-flowing as Steve starts putting on weight and if Bucky didn’t know better, he would think Steve is doing it to him on purpose, teasing him, trying to get him to jump his bones 😏

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #weight gain #stuffing #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #chubby steve #alcohol consumption #tight clothes

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milkiematcha · 2 years

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I'M BACK AND I'M GOING CRAY-CRAY RN

My mind has been filled with Jeno in that SLUTTY ASS OUTFIT FROM THE DREAM SHOW-

So I was thinking him railing you back stage with that outfit on 😩 I'M SO DELULU FOR HIM

- 🍀

you have the best asks istg because I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING. jeno walked onto that stage with a MISSION and then he walked out knowing that he had served cunt and caused millions around the world to collapse on the spot. and right after that he got on a plane to pop his pussy in nyc whos doing it like him. ANYWAY

jeno is a sucker for show adrenaline. it felt like being on cloud 9, his body felt like it was floating through the air, the only thing tethering him to the earth being the cheering coming from all around him.

it also boosted the hell out of his ego.

how could it not? the people around him screaming and cheering when he smirked or tilted his head just so was addicting. but the more addicting thing was knowing that you would be at home, watching fancams and clips and ready to get totally railed when he finally got home.

that is, of course, until he finally got you to sit backstage in one of his concerts. it's not like you had ever turned down the opportunity, he had just never managed to convince his manager to let you sit in the back, getting a perfect view of everything he did.

and god, did he look good tonight.

everyone noticed. it was all over twitter the second he walked out and into the lights. but the dark smudge of a shadow around his eyes, the way his shirt exposed the muscles that people rarely got a glimpse of, the collar accentuating the column of his neck? seeing it online was nothing compared to being there in real life, and being there in real life was nothing compared to having his lips ghost on yours before he walked out on stage. and he absolutely knew it.

there was something more in the way he rolled his hips against the ground in this outfit, something so seductive about the way he licked his lips and winked at the cameras that it had you pressing your thighs together.

and he absolutely knew that too.

he knew everything about you. your favorite flower, what side of the bed you liked, the type of books you liked. how could he not know this too? especially when you made it so obvious that your pretty little head went empty when he showed off the veins running down his hands. he knew that you were imagining tangling your fingers in his hair every time he ran a hand through it and imagining leaving hickeys along his collarbones.

and he was ready to make you beg.

everything was a preformance for you. the roll of his hips, the low rasp of his voice, the rings on his fingers, all of it. a show to make you fall apart, a show to break you. and the show doesn’t end when he gets off stage. no, it goes on with the way he drinks water, his adams apple bobbing when he swallows and his signalling that he was done drinking when he murmured a teasing “want some, princess? you’re staring so much, you must be thirsty.”

there was no real surprise when he tugged you away from the makeup artists touching up everyone’s faces and into a side room. you know him just as well as he knows you, and the way he was looking at you was not half as subtle as he thought it was.

“how am i doing? do i look nice on stage?” his voice was a low purr as he moved towards you, cupping your chin in his big hand, his rings cool against your skin. “i hope i look pretty, hmm baby? you’re so pretty for me, i’ve gotta be pretty for you.”

“you know what i think of you.” you’d mumble, his thumb brushing against your lips and muffling your words just slightly. “you always look-”

his lips were pressed against yours before you could finish, backing you up against the wall as his curled around you, one on your waist and the other curled around your neck softly, the feeling of his lips on yours so intoxicating that you barely noticed the way his fingers dropped from your waist to your hip.

“you’ve gotta be back on stage soon-”

“then we’ll have to make this quick, right princess?”

his fingers tugged your skirt up, working your panties down your legs while his lips attached to your neck, leaving pretty marks along your collarbones. the thought of how you were going to go back out barely crossed your mind, his lips against your neck was just so head emptying that-

“be a good girl and jump for me.” his words were just enough to snap you out of your trance and get you to wrap your legs around his waist. it’s not like he needed you to- he was strong enough that he could work you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll if he wanted to. “gunna let me fuck you against this wall like the good girl you are, right?”

the moan that left your lips was enough for him to sink you down onto his cock, the stretch making you bury your face in his neck and whine, your hands digging into his shoulders. no marks... no visable marks.

the first thrust was enough to make you both moan, yours muffled in his neck and his a low groan into your hair while his hips moved back and forth, the drag of his cock so good, so head emptying that you could barely hold onto your plan.

one of your hands moved to the collar on his neck, your fingers shaking as you work it up the tanned skin. your lips attach to the base of his neck, sucking and nipping lightly when his hit that perfect spot inside you. “shit- what are you doing?” his voice was shaking, his fingers digging into your thighs in a way that would definitely leave marks as he works you up and down on his cock.

you pulled back, happy with the deep purple mark already forming on his skin. “making sure you look pretty”

something about the way you said it, the way your voice was so light and innocent like he wasn’t fucking you in a room with the dreamies just outside, like you hadn’t just left a hickey on his neck for everyone to see, it drove him crazy. his thrusts only got rougher, your hands returning to his shoulders to try to find some stability while he fucked you.

“gunna cream on my cock like the princess you are, hmm? gunna cum for me like the stupid good girl you are, letting me fuck you in a back room. leaving marks all over me like a little brat, is that what you are?” his voice was barely above a rasp, his words making you clench around him like a vice. the knot in your stomach snapped, leaving you to bury your face his his shoulder while his thrusts roughened, chasing his high until he came inside you, the overstimulation making you whine.

“2 minutes!!” the call came from outside just as jeno was sitting you down on a table and small table, your legs too shaky to stand properly.

“so good for me, baby.” he murmured, grabbing one of his sweatshirts from somewhere in a corner and pulling it down over your head. “i’ve gotta go, okay?”

your nod was paired with a slight pout as you adjusted the collar on his neck, tugging it down just enough to hide the now fully noticeable hickey on his skin. “nono, where’d you put my panties?”

his response was a kiss on the forehead paired with him twirling the pair around his pretty fingers just before tucking it in his pocket. the wink that followed was a promise- a promise of being absolutely wrecked when you got home, probably because you had dared to mark up his pretty skin. oh well.

it’s not like you wouldn’t have fun.

this was so- anyway i hope you liked it!! his look was absoutely lethal and im so excited for his nyc debut. anyway stan 🍀 for being a genius this is a 🍀 stan account

this is not proofread btw if there’s a type no there’s not

#jeno smut #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #🍀 anon #this is a mess #but i hope you like it<33

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fyodorloveclub · 2 years

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stop it cause i’m not usually a sub chuuya supremacist but u’ve really got me thinking about it recently .

he’s so SLUTTY. his waist, his clothes, his little whore choker ugh hes so babygirl. like imagine pegging him, IMAGINE PEGGING CHUUYA. he’d let his out the most jaw clenching, sheet gripping sweet little moans istfg . and if you try to speed up the pace he’ll yelp, literally whimper and cry out “p— please, too fast—“ but oh poor him cause i’m not stopping. and i’d pull his cute little chocker for leverage and hear him gasp for air </3

we will be forgetting abt this cause i am still a dom chuuya activist i swear 😡 i’m not in denial

HE'S LITERALLY SUCH A LITTLE SLUT OH YM GOD MASU

PEGGING HIM SHUT UP RN I CANT TALK ABT THIS BC ILL GO DOWN A FUCKING RABBIT HOLE

#voices in my head #masu🦔#sub!chuuya

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a-court-of-moonlight-and-ire · 3 months

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Ive complained about this before, Rhysand being known as Death Incarnate because he kills a lot of people i guess makes no fucking sense, its just this forced attempt to make acomaf and feysand feel more like a hades/persephone type thing and I know its an incredibly minor detail and Im petty for caring so much about such an insignificant little detail, but idc it pisses me off and Im gonna kill someone for no reason, and then you all get to call me death incarnate

Anyway, for some fucking reason my brain started storming some nicknames/titles for Rhysand that piss me off less, and I ended up on Death's Lover as something that makes way more sense for a guy who doesnt actually seem to have any death-related powers and is just kinda a guy who kills a lot of people and then that made me think of my current obsession, Elisabeth: das Musical wherein they have this guy

as the personification of death and now Im kinda rotating the idea of Rhys/this specific portrayal of death in my mind cuz its like. idk, in the musical hes also a personification of suicidal thoughts and dread and other very bad feelings and I think itd be neat to have him around Rhys as a manifestation of his guilt over all his "morally gray" actions as well as a manifestation of how a ton of people die in the night court every day through his inaction and then they almost kiss, but only almost cuz you can only kiss Death when youre dying and Rhysand is very alive

honestly, i just need Rhys to be more affected by his guilt in order to stop hating him bc rn its like. okay so, in my humble opinion, if SJM wanted Rhysand to be a fun cocky flirty bastard he shouldve been a guy who had little to no qualms with the morally gray shit hes doing, like he thinks its all worth it and justified and he doesnt worry about it too much, and if SJM wanted him to be an edgy boi who did morally gray things because he thought that was the best course of action at the time but is now all angsty about it he should be actively being eaten alive by guilt in acomaf. But SJM wanted both, so now hes this insufferable combination where hes a cocky flirty bastard most of the time and then whenever he does something fucked up or Feyre brings up some fucked up shit he did in the past, he suddenly starts projecting all the guilt hes ever felt over anything (and his trauma that otherwise doesnt seem to affect him) which really makes it feel like hes being manipulative, but its clearly not being done on purpose and Feyre just takes him at face value so its just fucking annoying

Anyway, i kinda lost track of what this post was even supposed to be. tldr: i hate rhys but he has some potential, i think he should get his slutty little waist grabbed by death and I think they should do some Mayerling Walzer shit together

#in case you didnt watch elisabeth #the mayerling walzer is a musical number during which a guy kills himself. i just said i wanted rhysand to kill himself #but like #in a homoerotic way #anyway #anti rhysand

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tortoisebore · 1 year

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sooooo for scientific purposes how fit is remus?

i love science 👹 so much 👹👹

i am an average joe remus truther at the end of the day. like when i picture him and how he sees himself and how other people perceive him it’s very much “oh that’s a guy.” like he’s just a guy. crooked bumpy nose. kind eyes. nice smile. teeth just a little crooked just a little wonky.

however.

i think sharpshooter remus is a little more oof than i usually picture him for a few reasons

1. basketball physique. hello. the shoulders (!!!!!!!). the arms. like……,the cardio on this man. he is a string bean and on the 6’4 side of 6’3 but also strong as hell. there’s a bit of a slutty little waist happening beneath all those big hoodies and sweaters and loose jerseys he wears. fucking drool worthy shoulders i cannot emphasize this enough

2. his hair specifically gets my gears going. puts a little gas in the tank if u catch my drift. i love literally all depictions of his hair in every fic (currently daydreaming ab crushofdove’s remus in ‘you wouldn’t like me’ with the shaved sides and little moons) but something ab this remus’ hair makes me feral. like it’s not light brown but it’s not dark brown. the little curlies at the back of his neck???? fucking kill me. not curly enough to be curly but too curly to be wavy. very easily disheveled. i want to braid it and pull it and bite it and cut a little tiny bit of it and put it in a locket around my neck.

3. let’s talk about height again bc oh my god. tall. big n tall. but not big n tall in a gangly, awkward kind of way. there’s no tripping over limbs going on here. thats a 6’3 & 3/4 man w precise control of every tiny little muscle in his body bc he’s played a sport that requires agility and speed and strength his whole life (i’m a puddle of goo, you’re a puddle of goo, sirius is a puddle of goo, we’re all a puddle of goo 🫠)

4. in my head this specific remus also has a very stunning gorgeous bronzy complexion. he very much gets a tan in the summer & all his little freckles go dark brown. in the winter it fades to a very pretty olive tone that sirius likes to say matches his own pasty winter complexion even though it very much does not, but remus lets him believe it anyway bc he’s too nice for his own good

5. this isn’t an actual physical trait but it’s arguably what makes him hottest: his voice. i have it very specifically nailed down in my head. it’s a little quiet, a little on the breathy side, it’s not ever shrill or sharp. it goes higher when he laughs and lower when he’s saying something particularly dirty near sirius’ ear (but we haven’t got there yet, dw ab that one rn). it’s very warm. very sweet. very sultry. very hot.

i could go on and on and on and on but let’s settle and say that sharpshooter remus is a HARD 8 from afar and a solid 15 when he’s got u against a door.

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #love this question #any excuse to gush over remus #our collective boyfriend #can u tell i have a thing for shoulders #did i make it too obvious #let’s not let this distract us from acknowledging that sirius is an ethereal being #hey sharpshooter rambles

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cultofsappho · 10 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY

I don't have a fancy banner for wip wednesday, but I thought the bi flag would do. I don't usually do these, and the rwrb fandom rarely has these posts, but idc bc i'm very excited about the rwrb fic im working on!

I'm going back to work on my art school AU after a long break from it, with renewed energy!

Quick summary:

Alex transfers to a private art school in New York and ends up sharing a studio space with Henry, the golden boy of the school who just got back from an artist's residency in Paris. Henry is everything Alex thought he'd be by now. He already has such a sucessful career, not having even graduated yet, and Alex can't help but feel behind in comparison.

Excerpt below the cut:

[this scene takes place during a crique in thier shared Figure Drawing class.]

“Yes, thank you for starting us off.”

Alex gives her a winning smile. “There’s a lot of talent here, everyone did really well for the first project. I’m new here, so let me know if I’m out of left field, but it looks like everyone, myself included, might have focused too much on the torso and not enough on the limbs. We’re all a little hesitant, maybe?”

Sarah nods “I agree, good observation. Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to practice arms and legs in a few weeks. I might be able to squeeze in an extra session on that if we think we need it then.”

Alex sees movement out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, Henry.” Sarah turns to him.

“Just, on the same note,” His eyes dart to Alex then back. “Weren’t we to focus on the overall proportions this time, and not to get caught up in the fine details?”

Alex scowls at him, he crosses his arms and looks away, back towards the drawings as if he were unaware of Henry’s tone.

“Yes, that was the intent. But it’s also good to take stock of overall weaknesses as well, so we know how best to spend our time for the rest of the semester.”

Alex bites his lip so he doesn’t smile. Get fucked, Mr. Perfect.

He inspects Henry’s drawing, looking for a weakness to exploit. His limbs are all on point. Elbows at the waist, shoulders just under three heads apart, accounting for the model’s lean build.

It’s too perfect. There’s always a flaw.

If he squints, he sees a hint of cross hatching on the edges, like Henry got bored too, and couldn’t stop himself from a little shading.

Alex smirks and gestures to the piece next to Henry’s. “But this one- I’m sorry, I don’t know everyone’s names yet- This one is great. I can still kind of see how many times you erased and started over, whoever made this one is really focused on measuring. They have more patience than me, for sure. But the one next to it,” He gestures to Henry’s. “Is that shading? I can’t really tell.”

Henry glares at him from across the room. Alex imagines steam coming out of his ears.

“Yes, that’s mine, I had lost track of the internal oblique muscle and used a little cross hatching on the edge to find it again.”

Henry takes a step closer to Alex’s piece. He eyes it carefully, the corner of his lip twitching up.

“You put a lot more emphasis on the skeleton than I did. I can almost see it peaking through.” It was a harsh dig; the model wasn’t skinny by any means. Meaning that- “I think it’s affecting the likeness. I don’t quite recognise Martin in it.”

Of course he learned the model’s name. Of fucking course.

I'm still working away at this, but I honestly can't tell how long this is going to end up being, so I'm hesitant to post ch 1 until I have more done!

Idk who to tag bc i dont which mutuals i have that actively work on fic... so, if you're working on something, please join and tag me in your excerpts!! or reply here so we can start this up in the fandom! the fic rec fridays have been so fun, time for wip wednesdays!!

If you made it this far tysm!!!! I'm! very! excited! (and currently working on some slutty ass pottery scenes rn tbh. just another teaser.)

Keep an eye out for this fic in the near future on my ao3: notcanoncompliant

#wip wednesday #rwrb #firstprince #writing

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 2 years

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okay so I’ll tell this to anyone who’s willing to listen but picture this; putting makeup on shuji. It’s a well known fact that he’s a pretty boy and he’d look so good with glitter and eyeliner on his face so when you tell him “hey I’ve always wanted to do those couple vlogs” and he asks u what kind and u tell him that u wanna try slutty eye makeup on him and he’s ALL FOR IT hed never deny you happiness so if putting some lipstick on him gets you happy then why tf not? You set up the camera to record yalls lil makeup tutorial and honestly kinda surprised how easily he agreed to this whole thing like you were expecting him to reply with “sure baby as long as you suck me off afterwards♡” like ok?? But anyways so you’re putting the makeup on him while kinda explaining to the camera what ur doing and he’s such a lil whore bruh the way he’s looking at you with his already slutty eyes as he can’t keep his hands off of u, literally started by holding your waist as you dab concealer under his eyes and as you move towards the eyeliner part u warn him not temper with your artwork as his hands are literally kneading your ass like dough and he goes “whaaa?? baby I’m literally helping you relax wym?” Has a lil shit eating grin on his face and then pulls u onto his lap as u whisper scream at him lowkey and his excuse you “babe I’ve seen you more than enough to know that putting eyeliner is serious business so im just helping you have a steady hand if you’ll sit comfortably it’ll go well duh” at this point you’re not even sure what you’re doing and honestly even forgot about the vlog thing he’s just so painfully distracting who said it’ll be a great idea to put makeup on him being so close? Now it’s time for lipstick and u ask him which shade he wants from the variety of lipsticks you got and he pretends to think for a bit saying “hmnn the same one you got on rn doll” as he holds you by the neck with one hand and pulls you towards him to give you a big and lasting kiss safe to say that the lip combo you applied on your lips so perfectly is now all smudged and half of it is transferred to his smirking lips but you couldnt care less he’s your pretty lil boy<3

Since I'm fully not doing match ups ATM anyway bc of circumstances and negligence,,,

This is gold, fucking GOLD but there's MORE-

OKAYOkayY look. The cat's out of the bag now. Shuji is actually so good at eyeliner okay. He will do your eyeliner. For fun. He will ask to do your eyeliner at 11 pm on a Wednesday night because he just wants to be close and have an excuse to look at your face close up and UGH SHUJI IN HIS GLASSES WITH HIS CONCENTRATION FACE AND MUSSED HAIR IS UGH SO DELECTABLE.

Shuji starts off by very casually tugging you closer by your calves to nestle you into his lap and tucks your legs around his waist. And when you start buffering a little because no one can get used to his cheeky charms istg he puts his forehead to yours, chuckles and pecks at your lips asking if you're ready. He likes to give you interesting looks and you feel the wet liner brush just below and to the side of the outer areas of your eyes and you're confused at first. But when he shows you the final look, he's written a tiny "sin" and "punishment" in pink liner complete with a tiny freehand heart jdkxsmmeckdk

Ugh. Doing shujis make up. Getting your make up done by shuji. Both are also good.

I am, however compelled to share that doing his hair is a nightmare. You've never met a pickier self proclaimed low maintenance man in your LIFE.

#hanma shuji #tagging bc genuinely why not #talk to chu #hanma hours #gor real im in love with this #also using eyeshafow to paint in his tattoos

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