#this game seems to slap sm!!

[sixosix]

aether (one of the) main character(s) in hit game genshin impact hits on you.

thank u sm for beta reading @mitsies i love u and your silly comments and insightful suggestions on googledocs, wc 700, NO ONE IS ACTUALLY DEAD

“Holy—Archons!”

Anyone would be surprised if a body materialized from thin air right in front of you, lifeless like a doll. You stare at the body, thoughts racing as fast as your heartbeat, and all the while, the man with sun threads as hair lay eerily still on the ground, eyes fluttered shut.

The man is terrifyingly beautiful, like a fallen star. A limp and unmoving fallen star, that is. Your jaw extends to the ground, terrified and—mystified? Immediately, your instincts scream at you to perform emergency measures, but—

A pixie comes barreling in from somewhere, tears running down her cheeks as she zeroes in on the presumably dead body.

“Was he your friend?” you ask quietly, mourning on her behalf. Were they siblings? The way she’s slapping his face around seems so.

“He’s not dead!” the little pixie exclaims, sniffling and shaking the apparently not-dead body.

You stare at her, perplexed. “Then why are you crying?”

“Because Paimon had to go through that trial challenge alone!”

“The what?”

Paimon huffs, slamming her tiny fists on the man’s bare waist. It seems to not even have left a mark on his skin. “You wake him up. Paimon’s upset at him.”

It’s hard to say no when tears are rolling down her face. Obediently, you poke around the man’s shut eyes, and it snaps open.

You flinch back. He blinks blearily.

“Are you okay?” You study his face, looking for any signs of a newly born zombie, but his face looks flushed and as healthy as any living human being. His eyes are bright and gold as they stare back at you.

“I’m in heaven,” he says. “Celestia has done it. I’m seeing angels, and I’m in heaven.”

Angels? Celestia?

Paimon tackles his face, shaking his shoulders and crying. “You’re not dead, dummy! How dare you leave Paimon in Dragonspine! All alone, Aether!”

“Oh,” Aether says, sounding almost disappointed. “Then…?”

“You’re not dead,” you agree with Paimon, because evidence lies before you despite the initial fright. However, his comment about angels has you a little flustered. “Um, what happened?”

“Ah,” Aether laughs sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I failed the trial, and it respawned me back here. Which is weird—I haven’t been in Bubu Pharmacy for ages!”

“I’m sorry?”

Aether jumps to his feet, startling you enough to fall on your ass. He grins down at you and offers a hand. “At least I got to meet you,” he says, pulling you up from the grass. You stumble from his strength; he catches you easily, and you bump against his chest. “Or—not meet you yet. What’s your name?”

You can’t believe the previously perished fallen star is now hitting on you. “I’m… Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, smiling broadly. “I’ll remember that.”

You hope that your face doesn’t betray the warmth you feel fluttering under your skin.

Aether sighs, casting a glance at the ground he was previously lying on. “Sorry you had to see that. That was probably very disturbing and decidedly not flattering for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. Aether beams. “Does that happen often?”

“When I get a little rusty, yeah.” He tilts his head, looking at you up and down, then around your surroundings. “Do you work here? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Just recently.” You gesture vaguely to the side, feeling a little shy. “If you don’t see me hanging around, it’s probably because I’m always loitering the docks to watch out for exhausted tourists.”

Aether’s smile turns sly. “Nurse me back to health, would you?”

But then Paimon starts tugging on his ear and away from you, a relief for your racing heart. “Enough flirting! You can come back here after you unlock that precious chest!”

“Ow, ow, okay,” Aether laughs, hesitating, before letting you slip from his hold. He takes a few steps back, his smile as blinding as stars seconds away from exploding. “The docks, right? I’ll see you soon!”

By 'soon,' you hope he doesn't mean he'll attempt to die again immediately, but you figure you'll find out eventually. You glance around to see if anyone is watching, then decide to take a stroll around the docks for reasons no one should know.

i cant believe mitzi's first aether fic is THIS i feel so ashamed lmfao, but TY FOR READING!!!!! <3

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #genshin x y/n

[beefboyandbabygirl]

Pup Code (18+)

(SEQUEL TO GIRL CODE. Y/N IS NOT THE SAME PERSON)

pairing: college!mingyu x college!reader

genre: college au, smut (MDNI), fluff, crack

description: mingyu doesn't have crushes. he likes avril lavigne and sometimes he fucks pretty girls. but you seem to stir something in him that no one else can. without the trusty girl code, mingyu makes his own code to help you fall in love with him.

warnings: kindddaaa bad writing tihi, service top!mingyu, dom!mingyu, sub!reader ish, size kink (reader is mentioned several times to be smaller than mingyu and several key interactions are based on this fact), oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (dont do it guys...), praise (f. receiving), slight possessiveness?, mingu is soooo in love with y/n, he just wants to make her cum forever :( hes a total dork

quotes from my creative director (@joshibambi): "fuck realistic portrayals of sex with men. im very content with getting exposed to this", "men like this DONT exist",

wordcount: 5.7k

a/n: im back and i think ive regained my ability to write. thank u 2 @ryusha-rose for the amazing name for this fic, it ended up becoming a bigger part of the plot, so thank u sm to them tihihihi

This could not be happening.

Forever boring and bland, his friends had opted out of the party, and Mingyu stayed behind alone. Or not alone. He almost wished he were alone, because almost any company (even none!) was better than sitting across from the two idiots before him.

“Truth or dare, Mingyu!” Josh laughed smugly, and Jeonghan held his hand over his mouth, leaning into him. “Ohhhh, truth or dare!” 

Mingyu had been down this road before. There was no winning in this scenario, Josh and Jeonghan always attempting to pry embarrassing information from him. 

The party had settled down into a low hum. Most people were going home, either humping against another anonymous body as they stumbled out, or walking alone, jacket slung over their arm. There was no reason to stay, really, and torture himself with this circle of hell. Except, of course, for you.

“I don’t wanna do the chicken dance again, so I’m gonna go with truth,” Mingyu pursed his lips, determined to not act a fool in front of you.

He’d always been vaguely aware of you, but tonight had been his first time really sitting down with you. Contrary to your two best friends, you were cool and charming, and you didn’t seem like you wanted to embarrass him. This was already gaining you Mingyu-points, but he was absolutely taken aback by your humor and your smile and he, giddily, found himself liking you. 

Mingyu didn’t usually like people - not like he had always liked Avril Lavigne (there was a poster commemorating that crush in his dorm room) - so this felt big. He was nervous, hands clammy as they slid down his jeans. 

“Tell us about your first time,” Joshua asked innocently, mischief given away by how the older man cackled and slapped his arm. You watched in amusement, eyes flickering over to him, lashes coming over them in long, black lengths. He struggled to breathe when you held his eyes, so he sucked in a breath and looked at the floor, blushing. Damn it, he was already making a fool of himself.

“That’s so rude, Josh!” you said and threw a random chip at him. It hit him on the cheek and he groaned, face scrunching up in disgust. “Ask him something nicer.” 

“You’re so boring, Y/n.” 

Mingyu looked at you gratefully and you returned a warm smile to him.

“Yuck!” Jeonghan quacked from his seat between you and Josh. “You guys get a room! I can’t believe I let this stupid kids’ game take away from my boning.” 

“You’re so gross!” you groaned. 

“Josh was gonna hook me up with this girl from his class, dude,” Jeonghan continued complaining, forever going on about his ‘sexual conquests’. “Now I’m sitting with you dorks and you won’t even let us bully Mingyu.”

“Mingyu’s nice, you guys are just assholes,” you said, gesturing towards Mingyu with your beer. Mingyu was horrified.

Now was the time. Now was the moment to return the compliment; to say anything that might flatter you and defend you from the crooks that you apparently spent your time with. 

Now, this was a bit embarrassing for Mingyu. He had recently been adopted by a female friend group - some might even call him one of the girls, but alas! - so one would think he knew all about girls and how to approach them. The truth was, Mingyu was clueless. Beyond his daydreams of Avril Lavigne, and a few casual flings here and there, he had never actually been put in this situation. 

Mingyu thought about his girl-friends, thought about their advice and their critiques, and he knew. He knew it would frankly disappoint them if he came to them with no expertise, nothing learned from the countless girls’ nights. Therefore, he had to take matters into his own hands. 

“T-Thanks,” Mingu stuttered, lisping across the word. “Y-You’re also great.” 

Fuck, he was an idiot. 

You grinned at him and the sight of your beautiful smile, your shining skin and your gently falling hair was almost enough for him to miss how Josh and Jeonghan were lifting themselves off the floor in disgusted groans. 

“Alright, time to go. Shoo now, back to your dorms. Peasants.”  _____________________________

Mingyu didn’t need his girl-friends. 

He repeated this in his head for days, like a spiritual mantra, and maybe, he hoped, maybe he would start believing it. You and him had one mutual class and he counted down the days before he could swoop in and talk to you casually, flirtatiously, and seductively. 

With the absence of the very helpful girl code (it had certainly helped his friend, Jihoon, with his crush!) Mingyu discovered and consulted a new code. Mingyu code. 

He spent his days diligently writing down his own best advice. Some rules were more helpful than others.

“Mingyu code rule 3: always wash your hands after a shower,” he hummed to himself with a small, satisfied smile, while scrubbing his hands in the steamed up bathroom. 

“Mingyu code rule 12: go on bike rides frequently for a better jawline!” he panted, hunched over his bike, and pedalling through the nearby park in the beating sun. 

Now, Mingyu was mumbling all of his new-found rules to himself, books pressed into his chest, while he approached you in class. It was the middle of the day, and the class hadn’t started yet, people still filing in from the halls. Thankfully, you were sitting alone on your phone, both Jeonghan and Joshua nowhere to be seen. The universe was working with him.

But he was still sweaty and nervous and breathing unevenly when he finally reached you. Remember the code, he reminded himself, remember to be cool and calm.

“Hey...” he whispered, and then, louder: “Hey.” 

You looked up from your phone, smiling brightly when you saw him. For such a huge man, you realized he could look quite small. 

“Hey, Mingyu!” you said cheerfully, settling your phone down on the table before you. He shuffled to sit down next to you, jacket rustling against the wood. Your seat was near the back, so the hall felt great and wide, and a little bit like an audience to his fumbling. 

Rule 14, he remembered sneakily, always wear a jacket, so girls (Y/n) will marvel at your muscles when you take it off! 

Mingyu moved to take off his jacket, eyeing you as he did so, in what he certainly thought was a sultry and sexy look. You blinked back up at him, smiling.

Oh shit. 

Something was caught on- on something! Stuck with the jacket halfway down his arm, Mingyu began struggling and writhing in it, warmth spreading across his cheeks. You smiled at him fondly, biting back a chuckle. 

“Do you need help?” you asked. “No- No, I got it, uh-”

You moved to help anyway, tugging a corner of the jacket off the design of the chair, and he stared at you widely, because you were suddenly so close to him and so cool and calm and pretty, and your fingers danced along his skin. He breathed out a heavy sigh when it finally slid off his arms, furrowing his brows in embarrassment.

“You’re clumsy, huh?” you teased, settling back in your seat and Mingyu chuckled dryly. 

“You don’t know the half of it,” he murmured, and to his delight and surprise, you laughed. You had a loud laugh. It ripped itself from your throat and bounced off the walls of the classroom. He smiled proudly at how your face contorted in joy. 

“You’re funny, Gyu,” you said, stilling finally and he swore his heart galloped in his chest at the nickname. You were so pretty and so sweet, and he wanted to hug you so bad. He grinned, then looked around the room.

“Where are Joshua and Jeonghan?” 

“God knows,” you snorted. “I think they’re poisoning the water supply of some third world country, but I could be wrong.” 

It was Mingyu’s turn to laugh, and how couldn’t he? Because you were so smart and so gorgeous, and he truly didn’t understand how he was smitten by you so fast. There was something humbling about spending all his freetime scrolling through Instagram photos and giggling when you smiled prettily at the camera. 

Next step in Mingyu code was a little tip he’d borrowed from the countless renditions and repeats of the “Jihoon story”; a heartfelt confession.

Wait a minute. Was he skipping a few steps? Surely- Oh yeah, he definitely was. He couldn’t help but want to skip to cuddling, but going from step one to seven was maybe a bit of a stretch. Jogging his brain for his ultimate “confession for Y/n” gameplan, Mingyu didn’t even notice the lull in the conversation, while he stared at you with furrowed brows and a pout.

“So, uh,” you began awkwardly, and Mingyu finally snapped out of his daze. Shit, he was being a dork again. “You coming to the party on Friday?” 

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll be there. Jus’.. Love partying.”

There was no salvaging this.

“Alright,” you giggled, confused, and finally turned your eyes to the board when the professor began speaking.

Friday, he thought, gulping down the shame. Friday I make some serious moves. _____________________________

Mingyu was not making serious moves. In fact, he wasn’t making any moves at all.

He’d never felt more strange, standing on the edge of the dancefloor and bending his knees awkwardly to the rhythm of the music. His limbs were mile long stretches and they swung uselessly around him. He looked almost lost, but, of course, it was only Soonyoung’s house. 

“You okay, man?” Wonwoo, his roommate, padded up beside him, eyeing him warily through the lens of his glasses. “Are you on something?” 

“No, I’m not on something!” Mingyu huffed, stopping his frankly pathetic dance moves and looking directly at the man before him. “I just… You know that girl Josh and Jeonghan are always hanging out with?” 

Wonwoo nodded.

“I kind of.. Really.. Like her.”

“What?!” Wonwoo exclaimed, completely forgoing his drink to look at Mingyu in bewilderment. “You haven’t liked anyone since Avril Lavigne!” 

“I know! But this girl’s just really smart and cool and funny,” Mingyu smiled shyly, eyeing you where you sat with Josh and Jeonghan, as well as two girls he didn’t recognize  - oh, wait, no, Jeonghan and one of the girls were leaving together. Just you, Josh and the blonde then. Wait, no, now Josh was leaving with the blonde. Just you.

Wonwoo saw how Mingyu’s eyes brightened with opportunity and he smiled beneath the rim of his plastic cup.

“Wait! Wonwoo! You can wingman me!” Mingyu exclaimed suddenly, hoping the older man’s presence might ease the interaction. 

“What? No!” Wonwoo grimaced.

“Why not?”

“You don’t deserve my services, Mingyu! Not after what you did to me!” 

“We’ve talked about this, the Jihoon-story is a very sweet thing and you should be happy to have been a part of it-” 

“I’m talking about the other time. Or the other-other time!”

Mingyu slumped, a pout on his pink lips. Wonwoo softened, but stayed steadfast nonetheless.

“Listen, just go talk to her. I have a girl waiting for me upstairs, I just wanted to see if you were okay,” the older man said softly, patting his shoulder while a drink was clutched in his other hand, liquid dancing against the cup-walls when he wafted his hand.

“I would be more okay if you wing-manned me-” 

“Alright, that’s enough,” Wonwoo murmured, walking away towards the stairs. Mingyu sighed and looked over at you. You were chewing your lip, face lit by the screen of your phone. 

“Mingyu code rule 17: Confidence is key. Confidence is sexy,” Mingyu reminded himself, squeezing his eyes shut and beginning to walk over to you. “You’re hot, Mingyu. You have big muscles and a pretty face.”

Mingyu could’ve almost convinced himself, but when he opened his eyes, legs mindlessly padding closer to you, you were so pretty and so intoxicating, he faltered completely. 

“H-Hi,” he stammered, brows immediately pulling up in disdain at himself. You looked up and smiled immediately, face shining bright. “Hi, Gyu! Come sit down with me!” 

He nodded dumbly, and squeezed in beside you. His muscly arms were pressed into himself and leaning on his thighs, and he tried to compose his features into something sexy and sultry, when he turned to look at you. You smiled in a sort of knowing way that had Mingyu dropping his face immediately. 

“You enjoying the party?” he rasped, turning to look out at the crowd. You pursed your lips and looked at it with him. “Not sure. It’s kind of boring and Josh and Jeonghan just left.” 

“Yeah, I saw,” he sighed, then widened his eyes. Oh God, he thought, what if you thought he was a total creep - a creepster - staring at you from across the room all creepily. “Not that I- I wasn’t- I just saw it, like, casually across the roo-” 

“Mingyu, do you want to take me out on a date?” 

Huh?

“Huh?” 

Mingyu didn’t know if he was hearing that right. The words had come so naturally and so casually from your mouth, and now you were staring at him with furrowed brows and pursed lips, and waiting expectantly for him to answer. 

“Do you want to take me out on a date?” you repeated, shrugging your shoulders, as if it were just the weather. Mingyu stared at you with whole, wide eyes, and swallowed hard. Clammy hands gripped his knees.

“Yeah,” he breathed, laughing awkwardly. His mouth was so dry and his heartbeat was almost painful in his chest, although the tensions were eased when smiled sympathetically. “I mean- if you want to-” 

“I want to go on a date with you too, Mingyu,” you reassured, smiling even wider when his lips mimicked your own. 

“Oh my God, okay, so, I was thinking Olive Garden-” Mingyu giggled, and his pure expression of joy was infectious, genuinely making your heart soar, as this huge, muscly man bounced on the couch cushions. He cut himself off halfway, narrowing his eyes. “Wait, wait, how did you know?” 

“How did I know what?” you frowned.

“That I like you?” 

Your immediate reaction was to snort. This only confused Mingyu further, so you elected to respond truthfully: “Mingyu, you always look at me so longingly, seriously-”

“That- those were sexy faces!” he pouted. 

“No, they were longing and tender. Like pull-apart meat. And then sometimes you do the- the Zoolander face-” 

“I’ve never done the Zoolander face in my life!” 

“And all your moves are so obvious, Gyu,” you watched how he slumped at those comments, a little, pitiful pout on his lips, all deflated like a puppy. You reached a hand over to caress his arm, warm and hard with muscle under your fingertips. Mingyu immediately leaned into your touch, pout being replaced with a small goofy smile. “It was very endearing, though. You’re very cute.” 

“I was going for sexy,” Mingyu said, mood lifted at your compliment, but still a little pouty.

“Then go sexy on our date,” you squeezed his bicep in your hand and he perked up. “Now that you know I like you too.” 

Hearing those words, that admission, Mingyu smiled to himself. 

Mingyu Code; he truly was genius. _____________________________

“So no Olive Garden?” you quipped, standing outside of a more upscale restaurant - candlelit and warm and Italian. Mingyu shook his head. He’d thought Olive Garden would woo any girl, but after triumphantly boasting to his girl-friends (mothers), that he’d gotten a date with a girl he liked, he’d been nothing but scolded by the restaurant choice (“A girl wants to feel pampered! Olive Garden is for post-6-month-relationships!” Yeri had squawked). 

“Not until in six months,” Mingyu said, shrugging when you lifted a brow in question. Cars were bustling past where you were standing on the sidewalk. Grass sprouted from the cracks in the cement and people idled past where the two of you were facing each other, your head craning up to his. “Wanna go inside?” he asked.

Mingyu had become more at ease, following your admission. You liked him too, he tried to remember, whenever the butterflies batting around his curving ribcage became too much. And it was becoming too much now, with how your lips spread in a smile and you nodded at him.

You walked in, hand in hand. The tables were fine, polished wood and there was a slightly-stained, white tablecloth draped over the rounded surface of the table. Sneakily, Mingyu nudged some salt and pepper shakers over the yellow splotches on the fabric, hoping you wouldn’t notice, and that you’d feel pampered. You were busy looking at the menu. 

Mingyu asked about everything - not because of Girl Code or Mingyu Code or whatever other bullshit way to woo a woman. No, he asked because he was sincerely and utterly interested in you, what made you you, what habits you got from your childhood, what made you choose your major, how you knew Josh and Jeonghan. You were so beautiful in the light of the restaurant, but more importantly, you were the most infatuating individual Mingyu had ever laid his eyes on. Maybe even more so than Avril Lavigne. 

You got to talking about Mingyu Code. 

“Well, it was because of my friends. They have Girl Code, right?” 

“Yeah, that’s God’s rules,” you hummed, sipping on a soda. 

“Mhm, and my friend followed Girl Code and he got with this girl he really liked.” 

“Mhm.” 

“But I decided to make Mingyu Code. Which is about being sexy and charming.” 

“You were none of those things,” you teased, but Mingyu had gained confidence and he leaned back in his seat with a smirk, stretching out his arms, as if gesturing to the restaurant. 

“Well, I beg to differ. You’re here now, aren’t you?” 

“I suppose I am,” you smiled, admitting defeat. “Although I don’t think you were following Mingyu Code.” 

“Yes, I was, I made it. I’m the founder of that shit,” Mingyu grimaced.

“Well, if Mingyu Code is about being sexy, then you definitely accidentally followed some other code.”

“Wha-”

“Puppy code. You’re like a big, clumsy puppy. Yeah,” you nodded to yourself, satisfied with your new name for Mingyu’s terrible, horrible guide to wooing you. “Pup Code.” 

“Why does everyone call me that?” Mingyu whined, crossing his arms and pouting. Your plates were empty and streaks of cream sauce sludged up the sides of the porcelain. 

“You give off major himbo vibes,” you said.

“I’m smart, though,” Mingyu huffed. You smiled fondly at his bratty expression. 

“I know you are.” 

Mingyu caught your eye and caught the sincerity in them, and it made his whole body ache and flutter. You liked him too, it was clear and not something Mingyu had to tell himself, it was right there, right behind your retina, twinkling at him. 

“Do you wanna..?” Mingyu trailed off, pointing his thumb to the door. You pursed your lips.

“What if I wanna take it slow?” You asked, and it was almost adorable how Mingyu’s eyes widened and he shook his head vehemently and seriously. 

“That’s okay! We can- we can totally do that,” he said decidedly, as if it weren’t a bother at all (because it wasn’t). 

“Okay,” you nodded, letting go of your now finished drink. “But if I want you to take me to your room right now and fuck me?”

Mingyu whipped his head to yours, the way a door bursts open. You saw him swallow, throat dry and heavy, and biting his lip.

“That- That would be okay, too,” Mingyu said shakily, blushing furiously. Images flashed his mind of you in less-than-sacred scenarios, and he squeezed his eyes shut to ward them away. 

“Okay, then let’s go,” you shrugged nonchalantly. 

“To my room?” He almost couldn’t believe it.

“Yes.” 

“Okay, fuck, let me just pay.”

Mingyu didn’t think he’d ever paid and left a restaurant so fast, and he was enamored with you enough to completely skip the step where he contemplated whether or not the staff secretly hated him. You and him walked hand in hand, as he practically dragged you through the street back to the dorms, his long legs working faster and more efficiently than your own. You half wanted to complain at the brutal pace, but you couldn’t lie. You needed him just as much as he needed you. And he knew that too. 

Thankfully the restaurant wasn’t too far from the dorms, and Mingyu had frantically texted Wonwoo to “get out or he’d be squirted with semen” (a threat that Wonwoo didn’t need to hear twice!), so after ten minutes and some sore legs on your part, Mingyu and you scrambled into his room.

Mingyu liked the privacy, you realized, because it wasn’t until the door was closed, and you both were sealed away in the Mingyu-zone, that he finally walked up to you, hands finding your waist with a confidence you didn’t think possible for him.

“Can I kiss you now?” he whispered, somewhat out of breath from the climb up the stairs. You smiled at him. “I’d be mad if you didn’t.” 

And then he pounced. His plush lips were soft and well-moisturized, and his annoying, perfect nose brushed against yours; in fact his whole stupidly gorgeous face was pressed into yours, as your lips thrummed together, and you were conjoined into one being by the lips. 

His hands ran up and down your sides, finally taking hold firmly, only to pull you into his lap when he settled on the edge of his bed. You straddled his lap, as your lips danced, his tongue peeking out to enter your mouth. You moaned gratefully. Involuntarily, your hips rolled into his, and the jolt reverberated all the way up to his lips where he cried out and panted against your mouth. 

“You’re so pretty,” he said in between heated kisses. 

“So are you,” you said. He pulled away and smiled up at you, and he was truly worthy of the puppy-title, because his grin was so goofy and his eyes twinkled and he was so warm against you, it almost hurt. 

Carefully, he pressed a kiss to the valley of your breasts over your t-shirt, looking up at you with wide, brown eyes. “Can I eat you out?” 

The way he said it like he was completely and totally enamored with you (he was), like it was in this very moment of sitting on his lip and running your hands up his huge arms, that he was falling in love with you (it was), almost made you bashful. Your smile, usually cheeky and teasing, came small and shy. 

“Yeah, I-I wouldn’t mind that at all,” you responded, cursing at yourself for letting your confidence falter. However joy spread on Mingyu’s face like the ever-expanding universe spreads into endless empty space, because for once the tables were turned, and you were right underneath his hands, and he was flustering you. 

It had him pushing you onto his bed, head falling into the depths of his pillow, and working at your skirt to shimmy it down your legs. You lifted your hips in help and soon enough that and your shirt was discarded on the floor. Mingyu, with his black tee and his big arms and his sweetest-hottest face on Earth, settled between your legs with a dumb grin. 

“I can’t believe-” he cut himself off with a satisfied sigh, staring at your pussy. You were pushing yourself up by your arms, looking at the man-child between your legs just staring at your core as if it were his most prized possession. “I-I can’t believe I get to have you like this. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

Mingyu’s face fell (it was almost comical), and his eyes snapped up to yours. “Wait, are you mine? You are mine, right?” 

You giggled fondly. “Yeah, I’m yours, Mingyu.” 

Mingyu’s grin returned immediately and he nodded happily, eyes turning back to your pussy. 

“It’s so pretty,” he sighed, fangs poking out where his smile ended. One finger ran through your folds, wet from the making out and all the heated stares from lovedumb Mingyu. You whined a little at the pressure when his finger reached your clit. He was so close you could feel him panting against it. 

“Mingyu, please, stop staring at it, and do something,” you cried and Mingyu pursed his lips and nodded. “Right, yeah, sorry.” 

And then he dived in. 

His nose pressed into your clit as soon as he pushed his head in, tongue stuck out to lick at your folds. Your hands flew to his hair, a desperate moan leaving you. It was a little embarrassing how loud he was, huffing and puffing at your pussy, but you couldn’t complain when his tongue traced up from your hole to your clit, lips wrapping around it. 

“A-Aah, M-Mingyu-” you cried and pushed his head further into your core, while your hips canted off the mattress. The press of his nose was amazing, and his breaths danced across your nerves. “S-Shit, that feels so good.” 

Mingyu was totally lost in you though. Your taste on his tongue, your soft thighs underneath his hands where he pushed you apart, your moans, and the desperation in your movements. The fact that you were so catty and witty, but with a few flicks of his tongue, your facade fell and you became a whiny, desperate mess, begging for him. And he loved to give it to you. He loved that you felt good, he loved being the one to make you feel good. Lapping and panting into your pussy, Mingyu started to think he didn’t ever need to leave. You could just feel good forever! The logic was flawless.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you cried and you came on his tongue, cum seeping out of your sopping pussy. Mingyu, strong and tan and shiny Mingyu, didn’t stop though. Too enchanted by your soft moans and your nail in his roots, and your juices on his lips, he kept at it, tongue-fucking you to slurp up the cum. 

“M-Mingyu-” you whimpered softly, and his only response was a grunt, and one hand sliding off your thighs to prod at your entrance. “M-Mingyu, I-I already came!” you cried, more insistent. 

“You can cum again,” he mumbled gruffly, two fingers pushing into you. The feeling was so intense your voice became strangled and your chest pushed off his bed.

“Just say if you wanna stop, then I’ll stop,” his tone was almost challenging, as he pulled his face away from your dripping pussy and his fingers stilled inside you to give you a chance to answer. You looked down at him, panting, as he waited expectantly. Your ‘stop’ didn’t come. 

“That’s what I thought,” Mingyu grinned again, and God, this time it was sexy; not endearing, not awkward, not clumsy. It was so incredibly hot and he dived right back to your pussy, tongue swaddling your folds and fingers beginning to pump in and out. 

Your clit grinded against his face, slick smearing all over him, but he didn’t seem to care one bit, your cum on his cheek and two fingers working inside you, curling into your g-spot. “Cum again,” he gasped in between sucking on your clit with pointed lips. “Cum again, I wanna hear it again. You sounded so pretty, please, cum again. On my fingers now.” 

And he was rambling for sure, but it was working for you, because for the second time that night, a knot tightened in your belly and the string were pulled tighter and tighter with each lick and suck, and eventually it snapped, and your whole body spasmed and your pussy pulsated around his thick fingers. 

This time, he did stop. You closed your eyes and heaved for air, lying completely still in the sheets of his bed and panting for air. Mingyu smiled cheekily, pulling his fingers out of your sensitive pussy and licking them clean. As if it was nothing. As if it was juice from a popsicle, his tongue peaked out and he sucked your essence off of them, groaning at its taste. 

“Can you go on again? You taste so good,” he hummed, eyeing your fucked-out state. Your cheeks were flushed and strands of hair stuck to your sweaty face. You shook your head. “No, no, I want your cock now.” 

“Anything for you,” Mingyu agreed, shuffling to take his clothes off while you regrouped. 

It was not long before he was climbing over your body, so fucking huge and covering your entire form in his own, muscles flexing when he lowered himself onto you. As if by nature, Mingyu, tan and glistening in the bedside lamp, grabbed you by under your knees and pushed them to your chest, pressing them into you. 

“Wanna fuck you like this,” he pressed a kiss to one of the knees that was now folded over you. “Can I fuck you like this?” 

“Please!” you sobbed, because the position, and his strong hands holding you there, and your own slick covering his face had your pussy dripping onto his bed, and you could practically feel the heavy presence of his dick, even if it wasn’t touching you yet. 

Mingyu tilted his head as he looked down at you. You were so easy to admire. It was so easy for him to fall into every little jerk and breath and crevice of your face, and you looked so beautiful underneath him, Mingyu started to think he wanted nothing more for the rest of his life than to make you feel this good. 

“Okay,” he whispered, and only then did you notice how he stared at you, because there was something very tender in his voice. Adoration poured directly from his heart and into you.

Before you could get lost in his warm eyes, he moved one hand down to steer his dick into you. You cried out when you felt it pressing against your slit, cried even more when it started pressing into you. 

You had suspected Mingyu might be big, but nothing could’ve prepared you for each inch that seemed to endlessly plunge into your heat. Stretching you out like a rubber band, Mingyu finally bottomed out in you, his hard pelvis resting against your mound. 

“Shit, Gyu, y-you’re so fucking big,” you gasped, and then opened your eyes to see him smirking proudly. It made you giggle. He hummed giddily, looking down at your stomach. 

“You’re just so fucking small,” he said then, pressing one hand to your stomach, and then groaning when he could feel his dick inside you. “Shit.” 

At that, Mingyu started pounding into you. His pace was fucking relentlessly, something seemingly awakened in him at the bulging in your stomach. “Shit, shit, shit, my tiny, pretty baby, fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous.” 

The praise had you reeling into him, it had you crying out and gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, while he worked up a sweat pistoning in and out of your pussy. You moans were shaken from the impact of his dick in your pussy. “Shit, so fucking tight, can hardly fucking take me.” 

“G-Gyu, f-fuck-” 

“But you’ll take it, hm? Fuck, I wanna make you cum so much more, jus’ have you in my room, making you cum over n’ over again. Shit.” 

You had not pegged Mingyu as a dirty talker, and you weren’t even sure if he was aware of what he was doing. Something about having his dick inside you, warm walls just pulled one dirty slew of words out after another. He’d never fucked a girl like this, never felt compelled to tell her exactly what she was doing to him. Not like with you.

You were so gorgeous to him, the way your chest bounced, and your eyes were screwed shut and how your mouth was opened in continuous, strained moans. It was how your hair bunched up on his pillow, and how your skin felt against his, and how you clenched at every word he spewed, while grinded into you like you were the only other person in the world. 

“F-fuck, my pretty fucking baby, you’re mine, right? Say it and I’ll make you cum forever, jus’-” he groaned, as your pussy clenched down on him extra tight. His pace fell and his hands on your knees dug into the skin. “Jus’ say you’re mine, please, Y/n.” 

“I-I’m yours, Gyu!” you cried out, his pace speeding up again and another orgasm bubbled in your stomach, and you pussy clenched embarrassingly hard for embarrassingly long. “Only yours, fuck.” 

“That’s right. Cum again, let- let me hear it one more time, yeah?” 

You came. Again. Clenching down so hard, and face twisting in pleasure, cum spilled out of you and coated his dick, still inside you.

Your third orgasm was a melodious song, and you moaned to it so loudly, you knew people three halls over would be wondering what was going on. But you could care less, letting his presence, his smell, his being above you drag more bursts of pleasure out of your body. 

Your breathing calmed down again, your soul traveling down from a sky-high mountain, and you started to feel it all again. Your orgasm had been so blinding, you had lost all of your senses but the blinding white explosion in your stomach, and now sighed heavily, pushing yourself up a little.

To your surprise, Mingyu’s hold on your knees didn’t let up, and it took you a moment to realize that his dick was still extremely hard inside you. He hadn’t cum yet.

“Want you to cum again,” Mingyu smiled sheepishly, adjusting his position to be able to pound into you again. You looked at him incredulously, and he chuckled a little, shrugging. “Just say if you want to stop.”

“Safe word is ‘pup’.” 

#mingyu x reader #svt mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #svt mingyu smut #kim mingyu smut #svt smut #svt x reader #mingyu fluff #svt fluff #mingyu x you #svt x you

[star-girl69]

New Romantics

Clarisse La Rue x Fem!AphroditeCabin!Reader

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sypnosis: you and clarisse meet during a capture the flag game, In A Good Way prequel!!

a/n: IM SO GLAD EVERYONE LIKES MY CLARISSE FIC ☹️☹️☹️☹️ i have so many planned but i just wanted to say thank you all sm!!!! this one is so silly….. i hope you all enjoy!!

LMK IF YOU WANNA BE ON MY CLARISSE TAGLIST!!!!!!

New Romantics - Taylor Swift

warnings: violence, swearing, mentions of death and blood, insane clarisse bc she gets a LITTLE too into capture the flag, protective clarisse obvi i will never write a fic without her showing up, clarisse makes me SWOON if you couldn’t tell, not proofread we get turned into pine trees like thalia over here, tell me if i missed anything!!

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Your legs ache. You’ve been at Camp Half Blood all your life, but you just spent the entire school year doing absolutely nothing. It was an adjustment. You’re already being forced into the horrible tradition of capture the flag. You met up with your favorite and best friends Jackie and Tyla at the beginning of summer, and you’ve all been attached to the hip ever since.

The three of you thought you could escape to a random part of the woods and skip out.

It’s not like you were lazy, or couldn’t hold your own in a fight- but you had just taken turns doing each others nails yesterday, and it would be such a shame to see them all smudged and broken.

You were on the red team, so you watched as the incomparable Clarisse La Rue ran around instructing everyone what to do- completely skipping past the three of you. Jackie took it to heart, complaining about how she had lasted two minutes sparring with Clarisse once, and she had no right to label all Aphrodite kids as weak and useless.

You remember the night you finally made it to the crest of camp, blood staining your hands, your satyr protector dead on the ground behind you as some monster you didn’t know the name of chased after you.

The three of you thought maybe a nice walk at the edge of the woods would be nice, when suddenly a squadron of the blue team came running out trying to catch you as prisoners. It wasn’t a rule of the game, but it was generally expected that that the winner had more prisoners, or else the victory just didn’t seem right.

The blue team saw Aphrodite kids as easy targets to pick off.

This felt all too familiar to that stormy light, your pounding heart, looking around as everything crashed around you. One of them even jumped down from the freaking trees, and you screamed at the top of your lungs as all three of you sprinted off into different directions.

There was only one chasing behind you, a Hermes kid you didn’t know the name of, but he was fast on your tail.

Just as you had reached the crest of the hill, you screeched at the top of your lungs as you saw four figures in front of you. A satyr. Two girls. One boy.

“Not another one,” the stayr moaned, before beckoning you towards them. You stayed frozen in place. The monster was big and slow, but you could hear it approach.

The boy held out his hand.

“I promise,” he breathed, locking eyes with the smaller girl, maybe a year or two younger than you, before looking up at the older girl. You could tell she was battle hardened, she was ready to win this. “We’ll all make it to camp.”

Both monsters chasing you let out ear-piercing roars, and you quickly slapped your hand into his and sprinted away.

Thalia, you would later learn her name, didn’t survive that night. But you did. Luke did. Annabeth did.

The three of you will forever be bonded by that, even if you’re on different teams in capture the flag. Gods, you wish it was Luke chasing you right now- but it’s not.

You’ve forgotten everything about swords and fighting in exchange for the Russian Revolution and the Periodic Table. You hate school even more in this moment.

He reaches out towards you and you’re distracted by his hand touching your shoulder, heart pounding in your ears, and you trip right over a root and stumble before falling to the ground.

You faintly see the flash of bronze armor pass you, then you suddenly hear a body slam into the ground. You whip around, only to find a girl wearing a red-tipped helmet on top of the boy chasing you.

“Clarisse!” she shouts. “I got him!”

You breathe heavily, watching at the boy yells and tries to buck her off of him, but you faintly remember seeing her constantly around Clarisse. She must be another Ares kid, which means there’s no way she’s letting this Hermes kid gets away.

Clarisse saunters out of the woods on your left, looking between you and the boy on the ground.

You sit up on your hands, watching it all play out, not able to catch your breath.

She smiles, slow, like a cheshire cat.

Gods, why does she have to look like that? Why does she have to smile like that? Why does she have to make you feel this way?

Why doesn’t she just drop the spear and make out with you?

“So, this is the dummy who thinks it’s funny to chase around Aphrodite kids,” she says, slowing walking turns him. The girl holds up his head so he has to look at Clarisse. She places the end of her spear into the dirt. She leans down in front of him. “Well, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the Aphrodite cabin is on the red team, right? Right?”

The girl tugs his head up and he winces, but nods.

“And who captains the red team? Cause I think it’s me, isn’t it?”

He’s learned his lesson. He nods quickly, now.

“I’m feeling nice today. Why don’t you apologize to the pretty girl, and maybe I won’t kill you.”

His eyes lock with yours. He says nothing.

“I said apologize, dumbass.”

He glares at Clarisse.

“You’re fucking insane.”

She laughs a bit. “It’s capture the flag, Zander, why are you not getting a little crazy? Chasing after Aphrodite kids is just embarrassing, honestly.”

“Fine,” he spits. “Fucking fine. I’m sorry.”

“Was that so hard?” she coos. She nods, and the girl let’s him go.

Holy Hades if that wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.

He runs straight off into the woods after a moment, when he realizes they’re not gonna chase after him, not now at least.

The other girl turns to you. “You ok?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dust off your knees. “There’s more of them by the edge, just so you know. Just north of the river.”

The girl smiles. “Gods, yes. Fuckin’ love destroying the Hermes cabin.”

Clarisse turns to you. She tilts her head to the side, watching you breath heavily on the ground. She sticks out your hand. Your grab it quick, scared she might pull away, and her hand is so warm and fits perfectly with yours. She pulls you up and you dust off your knees.

The other girl takes off running, following the boy, yelling for Clarisse to hurry up.

She smiles a bit, and you swear to Zeus her cheeks are a little flushed, you swear she looks at your lips for a second.

She brushes her thumb across her cheek.

“You’ve got some dirt on your face, gorgeous.”

She runs off before you can say anything, electrical spear crackling to life.

Oh, you fucking love capture the flag.

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clarisse “you’ve got some dirt on your face, gorgeous” la rue the woman you are

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#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse la rue x you #pjo tv show #pjo x reader

[donelywell]

Good time of day, I have a cute idea that Sonic, being a Werehog, could wield the forces of nature, since his werewolf form brought him somewhat closer to his natural self. It would be quite interesting to watch him race against the wind or try to learn how to keep ("brrr") water droplets under his control

(you can do it like a request, but I in no way dare insist on that!)

January 8 2024

Doodle Request #4!

Why is it the one doodle request for the Werehog just when my body requests like 24 hours of rest all of a sudden?? Love drawing the fuzzy guy sm, I was just exhausted when I drew him. :(

Honestly, the Werehog with Nature Powers seems kinda cool! Imagine if like in the games- you summoned vines from the ground to trap or slap enemies! >:D

#sonic the werehog #tails the fox #miles tails prower #Doodle Request #sonic fanart #Nature powers are so cool! >:D

[bb-sg]

Brat

Gojo x reader, Geto x reader

CW: mean!gojo, mean!geto, brat taming, degragation, sm*t, dom/sub dynamics, darcyphilia, breeding kink.

MNDI!

“Look Suguru, she’s crying.”

Gojo cackles and throws his head back, holding your face still while he pushes his cock deeper into your throat. You gag slightly when his pretty mushroom tip hits the back of your throat, looking up at Gojo through tear filled eyes. You’re met with the sight of Gojo sitting up against the headboard, sweat glistening on his toned chest and abs, quiet moans leaving his pink lips.

He alternates between cradling your head while holding you down flush against his pelvis and rutting his long cock up into your drooling mouth. He peers down at you through half-lidded eyes, his ocean blue eyes darkened with lust. A wicked smile spreads across his face when he uses his thumb to wipe the tears off your cheek.

Geto slaps his large palm against your ass while he fucks into your wet pussy from behind. His touch is punishing, the grip he has on your waist will leave pretty purple bruises on your skin for days. He pushes your back down further, forcing you to arch your back more for him. He pounds his thick cock against your velvety walls, using your new positioning to bully spots in your pussy you could never reach on your own. He leans over you, laughing softly in your ear while he picks up his pace.

“Looks like she’s finally putting that big mouth of hers to good use.” Geto pushes down on you, holding you in place while he thrusts into you harder, the stretch making you moan on Gojo’s cock.

The vibrations in your throat cause Gojo to buck his hips up into you further, pushing into your tight throat. He let out a guttural moan when he felt you constrict around him as he pushed deeper.

“Don’t worry, we will fuck the brat out of you.” Gojo smiled down at you.

You felt your muscles tighten around Geto, your orgasm building up. Just you were about to let go, on the cusp of your release, Geto pulled out completely. You whine on Gojo’s cock as your pussy clenches around nothing. You look up at Gojo with pleading eyes, wiggling your ass hoping to entice Geto into letting you cum. Gojo laughs and continues to fuck your face, looking behind you at Geto.

“Our little whore seems desperate to cum.”

Geto sucks his teeth and slaps your ass hard. “She doesn’t deserve to cum. Not after flirting with Nanami right in front of us, trying to play games and make us jealous.”

Geto’s hand comes down on your ass a few more times, alternating between cheeks. He gets off the bed and walks around to the headboard next to Gojo. He wraps his hand around your throat and pulls you off of Gojos cock. You gasp for air and cough, relieved of Gojo’s punishing onslaught on your throat. Gojo groans loudly at the loss of your warm throat around him. His big hand wraps around the base of his long cock, slapping the tip against your nose condescendingly.

Geto slips his thumb into your mouth and uses his index finger to guide and lift your chin up to face him. He looked ravishing, his long black hair messily tied back and out of his face, his dark brooding eyes gazing down at you, sweat dripping from his chin from hours of fucking you continuously.

“If you wanted to be treated like a whore, you just had to ask princess, there’s no need to act like a spoiled brat.”Geto’s voice is deep and dangerous.

You suck on Geto’s thumb and whine, trying to coax them into touching you.

Gojo laughs at your desperate attempts to get back in their good graces before turning his attention to Geto.

“You think she’s been punished enough? Maybe we should let her cum on our cocks Sugu.”

Geto spares a glance at Gojo before smirking and leaning close to your face and whispering.

“Not a chance. Toru, why don’t you fuck your cum into her pussy, breed her so she won’t be able to flirt with anyone else. So everyone will know she belongs to us.”

Gojo pushes himself off the headboard and circles you like prey until he stops behind you. He rubs his leaking cock against your slit, gathering your slick on the tip of his throbbing cock. The sensation causes you to jolt, pleasure rippling through you body and settling in your core.

“Beg me to fuck a baby into you, little whore.” Gojo speaks in a low and strained voice, using every ounce of self control he has to stop himself from slamming his needy cock into you.

Geto pulls his thumb out of your mouth and grabs your cheeks, turning your head to the side so you can see Gojo.

You feel your muscles clenching, your pussy aching to be filled. “Please Toru, please fuck me.”

Gojo sucked his teeth while rubbing his tip against your clit causing you to yelp and push back against him.

“Needy whore. Say your sorry for being such an attention seeking slut.” A smile tugs at Gojo’s lips.

Geto squeezes your cheeks together as he whispers in your ear, his breath fanning over your hot skin. His loose strands of hair tickle your cheek and send shivers down your spine.

“Go on, apologize.” He rasped out.

He let go of your face to grip his hard cock, slowly stroking up and down while he watches you.

You hang your head low, admitting defeat. “I’m sorry.”

Geto lifted your head up again to trace you lips with his tip. You opened your mouth and gently kissed and licked at his cock, waiting for him to use your mouth for his own pleasure. As you hung your mouth open Gojo slammed his hips into you, filling up your needy hole with little resistance. Gojo groaned loudly, feeling your wet muscles tighten and flex around him. He trusted into you hard, consumed by bliss. You squealed at the intensity of his strokes, feeling your pleasure building up once again. Gojo wrapped one hand around your throat and pulled you back against his chest, his other hand holding your hips, pulling you back to meet each of his thrusts.

“ I plan to cum inside this tight pussy all night and use you like the toy you are.” He whispered in your ear, nipping at your neck while he pounded into you. Your body jerked forward each time his hips meet yours, you cried out in time with his strokes. “I can feel how badly your pussy wants to cum, too bad you chose to be such a brat.”

Your eyes met Geto’s as you begged him to let you climax.

“Please. I promise I won’t misbehave again.” You voice cracked. You were desperate, wanting to finally end this punishment after hours of this torture.

Gojo pushed you back down, arching you back once again, panting as he picked up his pace. The sound of skin snapping against skin filled the room, your soaked pussy lewdly squelching as he dragged his cock along your walls.

Geto stroked your cheek, mocking you by cooing at how pathetic you looked. He stroked his cock in your face, his muscles tensing and rippling as his approached his climax, shooting thick ropes of cum onto your face. He groaned as he came, watching Gojo release his load into your aching pussy.

Gojo pulled out and moaned when he saw his cum leaking out of you pretty hole. Using two fingers he pushed his seed back into you, fucking it deeper into your womb. He kept fucking his fingers into you, rubbing the spongy spot inside your pussy until you were whimpering and moaning uncontrollably. Just as you felt your muscles clench, on the verge of release, Gojo pulled his fingers out of you. You cried out, the throbbing in your core began to feel unbearable. Your body felt exhausted, muscles sore from them using you for their own pleasure.

Geto walked over to the night stand and grabbed his phone, taking pictures of your tear and cum stained face, swollen lips and sweat slicked hair.

“Should I send this over to Nanami and show him what a little greedy whore you are? Should I send him a video of us filling you up, making you ours forever?”

Weakly, you lifted your body up to face Geto, shaking you head vigorously. Gojo laughed behind you, languidly stroking his semi-hard member, preparing for another round.

Geto chuckled and put his phone back before leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Don’t worry princess, I don’t want anyone but us see how beautiful you are when you’re a good girl. Now assume the position again so Toru and I can keep ruining you. I hope you’re ready for a long night angel, we’re not done with you yet.”

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#gojo satoru #gojo fanfic #gojo #gojo headcanons #gojo saturo #jjk fanfic #gojo smut #gojo x reader #geto suguru #getou suguru smut #gojo x geto #getou suguru x you #geto x reader #geto smut #jjk smut

[garoujo]

DEVOUR ME — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke, itoshi sae + isagi yoichi

♱ warnings — f!reader, cunninglingus, how they eat you out, all characters written 18+, clit slaps & a lil spit in kuni’s, face sitting in bachi’s and teasing in sae’s. / note. i can’t stop w these boys i love them sm <3

・✶ ｡ﾟ NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi eats you out lazily, bathing your clit in slow, mindless rolls of his tongue as he lets your legs rest over his shoulders — urging your thighs to close around his cheeks just the way he likes it. “hm, gimme more, angel. not done yet.” his words are muffled from where he’s buried himself in you, fingertips twitching to squeeze tighter in your skin as he drinks you up eagerly — eyes resting closed like he’s savouring the taste of you on his tongue.

“‘s it feel good?” the low tone of nagi’s voice sends blissful vibrations straight through your clit before he’s curling his tongue around your pussy, groaning when he feels the first greedy squeeze around the entrance to your walls that only feels like it’s luring him in. your thighs twitch to squeeze tighter around his head, pulling him deeper and he complies with a low, long groan before he’s sending you a lazy, lidded look when you breathe his name. “mhm! seishiro, f-feels so good!” you gasp with a tight tug at his hair as your fingers twist in the snowy roots.

“mm, pretty thing.” nagi breathes when he pulls away slightly to let his fingers cut up through your folds, spreading you lewdly before he’s leaning in to close his lips around your clit — suckling lightly as he slurps at your slick. the lower half of his face and chin are already soaked with you as he moves down, feeling his tongue dip past into your walls to explore what’s hidden beneath as he lets the muscle graze along the sensitive nerves — his nose grinding against your clit with every swipe as needy, breathless sounds fall from your lips. “don’t think ‘m ever gonna get bored of this, don’t wanna stop yet so jus’ keep givin’ it t’ me, baby.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BACHIRA MEGURU

bachira was addicted to the taste of you truly, especially the feeling of you sitting on his face, humping yourself into the needy, messy ministrations of his mouth underneath you. he could never get enough, moaning just as loud as you are as he drinks up, he’d happily eat, drink, breathe your pussy for the rest of his fucking life if he could. “grind down on my tongue, baby. mmm, come on~ wan’ you to use me, mkay?” he whines as his fingertips squeeze deeper at your hips, rocking you against his mouth as his sharp eyes send you a teasing, needy look from between your thighs.

his hair is mused from your hands, cheeks flushed as he buries himself in you — the pleasurable vibrations of his groans against your cunt making you twitch and grind yourself down onto his tongue at his request, but that only seems to spur bachira on even more. “mhm, y’re so greedy—fuck! pussy’s so wet, baby.. do i make you feel that good, yeah?” it’s so lewd, the way he’s slurping and smacking at your slick, moaning shamelessly at the taste of you as his eyes basically roll back into his head before he’s greedily pushing himself deeper to feel more.

“gimme more, y’re not holding out on me.. are you? no fair, baby. gotta cum for me, kay?” one short look over your shoulder would let you see the way bachira’s basically humping the air with how much you’re turning him on right now. his need is evident in the mindless babbles he’s burying in your cunt as he nibbles teasingly at your clit before bathing the bud in kitten licks, almost singing his next words against your folds. “not gonna stop ‘til im done~”

・✶ ｡ﾟ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

you’d known kunigami had a bad game by the way you heard him groan as he slammed the door of your apartment behind him, his eyes hooded and dark as he trudged into the living room to be met with your figure sat on the couch in his shirt, the sight pulling an almost animalistic growl from the huge man. but now, you don’t even remember how many times you’ve cum, you’re too focused on the way you feel his thick fingers curl inside of your swollen walls, the pads of his digits sinfully grazing along the spot that has your back arching, and your thighs tremble at the almost dark look he shoots you from his spot between your legs.

“feel fuckin’ better already, princess.” kunigami growls around the glob of spit he lets drip from his lips to smear along your puffy clit, the lower half of his face is already soaked— a mixture of your slick and his spit dripping from his chin as he leans back in to dip his tongue through your messy folds. he’s slurping lewdly at the cream that his fingers fuck out of your sloppy cunt, and the room feels hot and warm, bliss running through your body has your hips jolting with each swipe of his tongue before he buries himself back into you.

“sittin’ real fuckin’ pretty f’ me, ya like this?” kunigami is rock fucking hard when he quickly pulls his fingers out of you, making your thighs jolt when they come down to slap at your clit a few seconds later — making a loud, smacking sound with how wet you are as you grind out a whine at the short impact. “answer me, babygirl.” “yes! ah.. i love it, kuni! it’s so much.” the way his fingers sink back into you is practiced, he knows your body so well—adding another finger to the two already inside you, before leaning into smirk against your cunt when he’s met with barely any resistance. “shit, yeah? you can take it.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITOSHI SAE

sae loved drawing reactions out of you when he was between your thighs, you could call him mean but you know that he only prolonged your pleasure because he wanted to make you feel even better, and you can’t deny how much you loved it. “please, sae! i want your mouth.” you gasp, a pretty sort of plea that makes his sharp gaze look up at you from where his cheek is resting against the inside of your thigh, followed by a particularly sharp thrust of his fingers into your cunt to graze along the swollen spots inside of you he’s been teasing for what feels like hours.

“really? do you think you deserve it, sweetheart?” you can feel him deliberately breathe out his words so that it fans across your folds — letting his thumb roll your clit in slow circles as if he’s coaxing his response out of you. “y-ah! yes.. been so good, done everything you asked.” you hear sae sigh but there’s no annoyance to the sound as you see the corners of his lips threaten to curl affectionately. but before you can register the softening of his features your back arches at the deliberately deep press of his fingers, followed by his lips closing around your clit to suckle at the puffy bud.

you can barely breathe with the way sae works your body with expert precision, his tongue swiping along the sensitive nerves of your pussy as he breathes heavy against you. the effect you have on him is undeniable with how easily his composure seems to crack when he finally gets his taste of you, his eyes closing in bliss as he flicks his tongue over your clit with a low hum. “then keep being good for me, sweetheart. you won’t cum until i say so.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ISAGI YOICHI

isagi was a fast learner, you realise as he’s lying on his stomach between your thighs, a first for him despite the way his movements seem to say otherwise. he makes every nerve in your pussy feel tender with how he works you, like he knows every spot that’ll make you melt around him. your thighs squeeze tight around his cheeks — urging him deeper as he licks at your folds, swallowing loudly at the slick he feels smear along his tongue with every needy roll and hump of your hips. “is.. is this okay?” he breathes, words unsteady and muffled against your pussy and you think the way he’s flushed to his chest makes you feel even hotter.

“doing s-so good, yoichi.. keep going!” you gasp, something pretty and whispery that makes isagi’s cock jump between his thighs as he gives your pussy another clumsy, eager lick of his tongue. he moves like he’s making out with you, overwhelming need evident in the way he drinks you in but he can’t pull away — not when you’re twitching and gasping at every roll of his tongue over your clit, his nose nudging at the bud as he lets his mouth trail lower. “take what you need, i wanna make you feel good.”

your fingers fist in the dark roots of isagi’s hair when you feel him experimentally push his tongue through your hole, grunting at the way your walls only seem to draw him in deeper as he slurps up the slick the muscle only seems to push out onto his taste buds. he curls his tongue against you, grazing it along the sensitive spots inside of you that he commits to memory as you hump yourself along his face and he feels like he might fucking pass out when he lets himself take a long look up at you. “you taste.. so good. you’re so pretty.”

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[kentoberry]

LOVE ME HONEY — yelan.

pairings ⭒ casino owner ! yelan x fem waitress ! reader.

about ⭒ despite only being hired as an attendant at one of the top casino's on the strip, you'd become an indispensable employee.

content ⭒ [ 18+ ; minors do not interact ] ⭒ yelan is your boss ⭒ reader wears a bunny costume ⭒ exh-bitionism ⭒ ruined org-sm ⭒ squ!rting

fucking the boss was pretty much part of your contract at this point.

you had applied to be one of the attendants at the night orchid casino without knowing that it involved such a provocative costume: a pair of fishnet tights and thigh-high black boots; a sleek, black leotard with a pristine white cotton tail; and, of course, a set of matching bunny ears. the looks that you would get whilst serving drinks at the poker tables made your stomach churn, though all of that was quickly neutralised by your boss.

sure, she didn’t treat you like a princess. yelan would always tease you for working for her, bully you for virtually whoring yourself out in such a filthy costume just to make ends meet. any time she walked past you on the ground floor or vice versa, she’d slap your ass so loudly that surrounding patrons raised an eyebrow. occasionally, she’d whisper instructions for you to meet her somewhere within the next five minutes and not a moment longer, and you’d eagerly obey.

that’s what lead to you sat comfortably on yelan’s lap as she played in a high stakes poker game. one of her hands was loosely wrapped around your waist, staking her claim amongst all of the ogling eyes that watched your cleavage bounce whenever you moved. occasionally she placed a territorial kiss to your exposed shoulder, smirking at the lovestruck smile that broke out on your face. it made her wonder how she’d gotten so lucky as to have such a perfect, submissive bunny at her beck and call.

all of the gambling jargon spoken between players at the table went over your head, though you could tell when yelan was losing by the way that her nails dug into your thigh. you had to try your very best to fight back whimpers, even though they were more akin to noises of pleasure than that of pain. each touch from your boss sent sparks to your core, and every now and then you would wonder exactly how much more you could handle before a wet spot started appearing on your leotard, especially considering that the costume required you to wear a sheer g string in order to not show through the tight fabric.

before you knew it, the game was over. by the elated yet smug expression on her face, you could tell that yelan had come out on top.

“hi, bunny,” she whispered in your ear, voice deep and husky. the woman was much stronger than her physique let on, and she used such strength to easily manoeuvre you until you were straddling her lap, facing her. “do you think i deserve a reward for playing so well, hmm?”

the question was rhetorical, though you didn’t have a lot of time to think until yelan’s lips were against yours, and her hands were dancing over your curves. usually she’d take you back to her office first, to somewhere private, and ‘claim her prize’, as she liked to put it. instead, it seemed that your boss was ready to take you right here, in front of an array of wandering eyes - yet you had zero complaints. the lust behind her hungry eyes was enough to make your squirm, so much so that you ended up grinding against her lap as she aggressively made out with you. one of her hands snaked up your back, stopping at your neck to briefly squeeze your throat and then supporting your head as she lifted you onto the poker table.

“everyone’s watchin’, bunny. how about we give them a show, yeah? make sure they know who you belong to?”

you didn’t waste a single moment before nodding, muttering a “yes, sir!” and fully submitting to yelan. she picked up her winning poker hand from the table and tucked it into the neckline of your uniform, lightly tapping your cheek as she growled “good girl,” and stood tall once again.

your ankles instinctively wrapped around yelan’s waist, locking in a feeble attempt to pull her closer to you. she cooed over how cute she thought you looked all spread out and begging, dragging her nails up your inner thigh at a painstakingly slow pace before moving your clothing to the side to reveal your already dripping cunt. a skilled thumb circled against your clit, making you whimper, but that only made her want to speed up her ministrations. she continued to tease you for a moment, building up your orgasm. you could feel the prying eyes around the room, watching your boss make you quiver and shake. yet when your eyes screwed shut, you felt her pull away and the pressure that she’d built up quickly dissipate.

cries filled the room as your cunt pulsed, just as they did every time yelan teased and edged you. she had a smug expression as she licked her digits clean, not breaking eye contact with you once.

“sweet as ever,” she quipped.

“please…” you uttered, though it was barely audible. yelan knew precisely what you wanted, and knew that her hold over you was strong enough that she could get you to beg in front of all of her patrons.

“please what, bunny? use your voice,”

“p-please make me feel good, sir! i n-need you, need you to make me cum!”

god, you were pathetic.

“oh my pretty little thing,” yelan hushed you, bringing her hand to your cheek. she was purposefully patronising you as she traced along your bone structure, halting when her thumb rested on your bottom lip. being the good pet that you were for her, you took it into your mouth and suckled on it. soon followed her next two fingers, damn hearts appearing in your eyes as you gazed back up at your boss.

you looked so docile, so adorable. she couldn’t help herself from murmuring a couple of expletives before easing her digits out of your mouth, and returning her saliva-coated fingers to you cunt. without further warning, she pushed two inside of you, returning her thumb to your puffy clit as you elicited the most pornographic of moans. without looking, anybody could tell that the room was full of hardened cocks and damp panties. as yelan curled her fingers inside of you, targeting that sweet spot, your back arched off of the table. she used her other hand to hold you down, pressing against your pelvis in order to keep you in place.

however, the added pressure only increased the intensity of the sensations between your legs, and before you knew it you were squealing incoherent nonsense. yelan knew this was in fact a sign that you were close. with a few words of encouragement and permission from your boss, your orgasm washed over you. you fell harder than usual, vision blurring as you gushed all over yelan’s hand and consequently her table. everybody in the room watched on with wide eyes and agape jaws, basking in the sight of you squirting all over the owner of this establishment.

“everyone out.” yelan ordered, breaking the silence. her gaze was glued to you, and her eyes had significantly darkened. once she heard the lock on the door, she leered over you a little more. “i’m just getting started, bunny.”

#kentoberryposts #yelan smut #yelan x reader #yelan genshin impact #yelan x you #yelan x y/n #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x y/n

[tanith-rhea]

hii! I wanna say first and foremost that im loving all of ur larissa/reader fics sm. I really liked the screw ur roommate one ;-; and i wanna give a prompt for a fic if ur up for it! So its like this...

Young larrissa, morticia, gomez and f!reader are at a secret nevermore nightshades party. They play spin the bottle/truth or dare and it starts off harmless till reader's dared to kiss who they think is the prettiest amongst all of them. Everyone thinks its morticia but oop its larrissa. After that, chaos ensues and maybe things get spicier? Light vandalism/skinny dipping mayhaps? Would be cute if there's a flashforward and Principle Weems looks back on that youthful night.

Truth or Dare

Thank you so goddamn much for this ask anon! I had so much fun writing it and I'm really excited about it. I think it's an excellent idea and loved every second of coming up with this! Hope you like it as I did writing it!

Word count: 2.3k

They've been drinking for a while now. You think, observing Morticia and Gomez eyeing each other. The party was dying down by now, and if it were up to you, you would already be in bed with the rest of the group, but Larissa was going back with Morticia and asked you to keep her company lest she'd be left alone with that disturbingly horny pair.

Morrison and Mccoy were still there as well, but Larissa would be alone to deal with them if you left, so you stayed. There probably wasn't something you wouldn't do for her, and sitting with her in the dock overseeing the lake to Raven Island, you weren't tempted to head back.

"This is getting boring," a sultry voice asserted a few meters back, "We should play a game."

It was Morticia, approaching with Gomez in one hand and a recently emptied bottle of cheap wine in the other; drinking wine at seventeen, The Nightshades were pretentious like that. It spoke of how biased you were that you thought Larissa was the only one who actually pulled it off, looking elegant and thoroughly decadent while drinking straight from the bottle.

"What do you suggest?" Larissa humoured her, making space between you to the others to sit in a circle on the wooden pier.

You wanted to be alone with her, in all honesty, but Morticia had a glint in her eye that piqued your curiosity and made you nervous altogether.

"How about verum aut consecutio?" she eyed the others; the boys had come up and sat as well, Mccoy between you and Larissa, Gomez beside you and Morticia "In turns, we all spin the bottle in the middle of the circle, and the person whose its neck points to is asked to make a confession about themselves, or face consequences" her smile was devilish, you were equal parts excited and terrified.

Maybe it was the alcohol — you were a terrible lightweight — but you liked the idea very much. Antagonism towards Morticia forgotten in the name of fun, you nodded with the others and prepared to start.

Since Morticia was the one to give the idea in the first place, she spun the bottle first. Round and round it went until it stopped, pointing at Larissa. Fuck, this could go horribly bad; but Morticia only seemed amused.

"Larissa..." she smiled, biting her lip "where are you ticklish?"

Oh, that was harmless, maybe this could be fun.

"You know where I'm ticklish" the comment made you uncomfortable and the fake annoyance on Rissa's face was like a slap, "I'm ticklish in my ribs" she arched a defiant brow, a side smile curling her lips.

You knew they were friends a while back, but you didn't know what happened for the easy jokes to turn into a passive-aggressive competition of wit. They were begrudging companions at best now, admiring each other but unable to voice it. You used to think it was sexual tension, but it made you hurt too much to even entertain the idea, so you decided to turn a blind eye.

The next person was Morrison, directly in front of you, and he asked Gomez what would his wishes for a genie be. Several rounds passed by, with some funny confessions and ridiculous consequences. Mccoy was dared to do a sexy crawl up to Gomez and Morticia to, impressively successfully, lick her own elbow.

It was Morrison again, everyone was in high spirits from having seen Gomez twerk for thirty seconds, and he spun the bottle. Until now, it had only fallen on you once and you asked for confession, telling everyone that you had a strawberry-shaped birthmark on the left side of your lower back. This time, you decided to choose consequence.

"Kiss the most attractive person in this circle" wait, what? No one had done something actually physical before. Did you have to? You probably didn't, but the temptation of having an excuse...

The thing was, you had the most embarrassing fancy on Larissa. She didn't correspond to your feelings, quite obviously not interested in anxious lesbians with no control over their lives. She was the most beautiful creature you ever laid eyes on, but not only that, she was kind and caring, compassionate but with a fiery side that could make you roll on the floor laughing or pant to catch your breath at how hot she could be.

You looked at everyone, you knew what they were expecting. The obvious choice was Morticia. It was a consensus that she was the most charming and sexy girl in the school and you were the gayest disaster to ever step on Nevermore's grounds, but you didn't agree with that. Gomez seemed tense and Mccoy seemed bored. Morrison seemed smug for getting himself the pretty sight of two girls kissing. You were just paralyzed with fear. What would she think? Would things be as they always were after it?

"C'mon, quit making us wait" Mccoy grumbled.

With a deep breath, you stood up to cross in front of him, hearing a sharp intake of breath from behind you and looking at a shocked Larissa on your front. You lowered yourself to one knee, foot planted beside her thigh. She was seated on her legs like a courteous little princess, her hands clasped together on her lap, shoulders tensely straight.

"May I have a kiss?" you whispered, looking for any signs she might want this as much as you did, fearing to find the opposite.

"Are you serious?" she seemed so unsure it hurt. You could only look solemnly at her.

She gave a curt nod, still quite incredulous. You couldn't read her, something you weren't used to. You leaned into her, closing the distance.

It was a bit awkward at first, her lips were partially parted and yours weren't, but soon you saved it by cupping her cheek and guiding her through a slow exploration of each other's mouths. She tasted wine-sweet with a hint of the peppermint tea you had before going out. Her lips were soft and lovely caressing yours with gradually increasing enthusiasm. You weren't in a hurry, you could do this forever easily, and if she wanted time to evolve it into something deeper you were happy to oblige. Her tongue teased out; you were already kissing open-mouthed, but the feeling of her tongue slipping between your lips and sucking yours to her made a satisfied groan escape your throat. Just as you were going to cup her neck with your other hand, fingers already ruining her hairdo, a coughing sound interrupted your thoughts.

You parted, face hot in embarrassment you had only seconds ago felt none of, to see the agitated expression on Morrison's face, Mccoy awkwardly trying to look the other way after staring dumbfounded and Morticia grinning slyly. Gomez didn't seem particularly fazed, and you wanted to hug him for it.

"Okaaay," Morrison cut in the silence "that was something..." he cut himself for a moment before blurting "your turn Larissa" and thrusting her the bottle like a hot potato.

The game deescalated after that. Everyone seemed to silently agree that you didn't need much more excitement that night. But after a while, Morticia grew bored, as she usually did, and suggested everyone should take off their clothes and have a midnight swim.

By then, the other boys were passed out on the grass by the boats. You and Larissa hadn't talked since the kiss and she seemed to avoid your gaze every time you looked at her. Which meant she was looking. You tried to fool yourself with hope but secretly hated that you were only paving the road to heartbreak. She didn't feel the same.

Morticia began taking off her dress and jumped graciously into the water, calling Gomez to join her. He did it without a preamble.

You eyed Larissa silently asking if she was alright with it. She finally looked at you and gave a short, tight smile, before taking off her shirt and skirt and lowering herself into the midnight-coloured water. You followed suit, leaving your clothes with hers.

Morticia started a fight of spilling water and soon the tension had gone again. You felt grateful to her for the first time that night. Larissa was laughing and Gomez was an absolute surprise, attacking everyone when they least expected.

It was very late, the moon halfway down the sky. You were all tired from swimming and cold for stopping the War of Water, and you were going to suggest leaving and going back to school when Morticia said:

"I think Gomez and I are going to head back, I'm feeling chilly and would like for someone to warm me" she blinked at him and started swimming away with him in her tow.

You were suddenly left with Larissa, and couldn't help but think Morticia was doing something. Scheming. Was there a reason for all of this? Did her smile mean something back at the game?

Larissa looked at you for a second, not joyful anymore but tense.

"I think we should go too. It is rather cold."

"Larissa-" you didn't know what you were going to say, where you were going with this, but you had to try, right? Things were already a mess, you could tell.

She stopped, her eyes looking at the surface of the water between you.

"I think we should talk about this" you drifted closer into her personal space.

"What's there to talk about?" she looked to the side, seeming very interested in the trees on the other side of the lake.

"About what happened... about us" you tried, carefully placing the pad of your fingers in her jaw to bring her eyes to yours, she let you.

"I don't know what you mean, it was just a game" she didn't look at your face, instead focused on the freckles on your shoulders, covered only by the straps of your baby pink bra.

"Then why won't you look me in the eyes?" you were starting to get annoyed, she looked at you so fast that it seemed as if she was scared; scared of giving something away, betraying how she felt "I know something is different. You didn't talk to me for this passed hour and you look like a dear in headlights every time I look at you."

She wasn't saying anything. Was she spearing your feelings? Was she avoiding you because she didn't want to give you the wrong impression? Was she... Jesus, was she uncomfortable with your proximity?

You floated back a bit, giving her room. You knew this would happen, you knew giving yourself hope was idiotic.

"If you think I'll act differently... I won't" you reassured her in a small voice "I'll be normal, I'll keep it under control just as I've ever done. I won't expect anything to change or for you to want me back. I can do it, Larissa, I'm used to it. Just don't... do what you're doing now, looking at me horrified like that. Are you okay?" her face was slowly contorting into something horrible, shocked and... disgusted? You felt yourself starting to cry. What have you done?

"Oh my god, is this too much? Should I have kept quiet? Fuck! I'm so sorry, Larissa, I am. Please don't be repulsed, please forget it!" now you were sobbing. She didn't feel the same, and she was repelled.

You didn't see anything, tears clouding your almost-shut eyes when you felt the water and her arms around you.

"Shh, love. Calm down" her voice was soft in your hair "I'm not repulsed by you, how could I?" she pitied you, of course.

Still, you weren't strong enough not to give in and bury your face in her. Her chest was hot against your cold face.

"I'm not repulsed by you, I'm surprised with you" she continued whispering "I am disgusted, but only with myself" she parted from you a bit, taking your face in her hand "I'm disgusted that I was such an idiot not to have realized."

Her kind smile is a searing knife to your buttery heart. You didn't have her love, you had her pity, which was almost as painful as a disgusted rejection. She felt sympathy for you.

"Fuck" you let it escape in a broken gasp "I can't look at you Larissa, don't give me that" you were starting to swim away, feeling humiliated when her hand caught your forearm.

"What? Don't give you what? I'm not understanding your signals y/n, in one minute you're confessing to me and the next you are rejecting my feelings?"

What the hell was she talking about?

"What fucking feelings, Larissa?! I don't want your fucking pity, I love you! I can deal with you rejecting me but I can't just stand by as you think oh poor y/n, so desperately in love with me, wish I could feel the same!" you screamed at her, but she wasn't listening, she was smiling; quite beautifully so. She had a smile that could light an entire city plastered on her face.

You were confused and angry and didn't see it coming but in a second you were looking at her and the second she was kissing you. Ferociously. She was smiling against your lips and her hands held your face firmly. You melted into her, giving up the second her lips collided with yours. Of course you would let her do whatever she wanted, even if you didn't understand a flying shit of what was happening.

When she parted from you, smile still in place, you struggled to catch your breath.

"You absolute idiot. We are absolutely the biggest fools in this school" she laughed "I love you too, you silly girl" and she leaned in again, kissing you with the biggest smile on.

You stayed a bit longer at the lake; suddenly you didn't feel so cold anymore.

Sorry for the late post. Saturday is d&d day, so I wasn't at home for most of the afternoon. Kisses!

Part two can be found here.

#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #student!larissa #student!reader #student larissa weems #skinny dipping #outcast!reader #outdoor shenanigans #truth or dare #morticia frump #gomez addams #female reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #answered request

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 🖤

Can I request Pietro playing a game with tangerine and lemon? Maybe truth or dare, or cards and tangerine is losing his shit 🍊

Love you 💕

hehhe I love this sm!! I did this as my thoughts, just as I couldn’t figure out how I would write it. also I put your other ask on this post too, it’s at the bottom. love you!! 💌

also im sorry idk how I only just saw that it said pietro ?!? I wrote this a few days ago, and I quickly read this over before posting and did not see pietro until just now 😶 my bad, ive been a scatterbrain lately

monopoly has been tearing families apart for decades !! so it will definitely be the same when you play with the twins

im thinking that you like to have game nights when you all have time to spare, maybe on weekends and you'd all be sat at the dining table. def having a couple beers with crisps, pretzels, nuts

you're all really competitive and are ruthless when it comes to games, especially monopoly!!! lem always seems to do really well, landing on all the good properties and snatching them right up. definitely cackles when he counts his cash and looks over his cards

tan would be such a sore loser, and gets really pissy bc he always lands on the shit places and/ or on lem's houses and hotels. he'd throw the money, maybe make a point about how he has none left, "fuckin' hell man, ya robbin' me,"

maybe you gave up playing properly hours ago, sipping on your drink, far too entertained watching them bicker. maybe you roll casually and the number would be on the last card tan needs to complete his set. he'd ask you not to buy it, saying he'll give you all his other cards AND money, "I will give you my strand and my last 50 quid, just please don't buy it,"

you'll be nice and leave it until lem comes around and snatches it up, snickering as he sets his cash down to pay. he'll be like, "come on mate, it's just a game," only he's winning and dominating the board

it would end with you playing on your phone, tapped out the game as they continue fighting. new rules would be added after every turn and tan would be in heaps of debt - constantly borrowing money from the bank to give to lem when he lands on his properties

tan would still be convinced he can win, and lem would just be entertaining it.. until hours go by, and lem decides to call a truce, offering a rematch next week

maybe it ends in a game of uno at the coffee table to rewind - only it's the same story again, ruthlessly slapping +4 on top of +4. he'd end up with half the deck of cards. BUT he'd give you all a run for your money for casino games though

I think he'd be a great uncle while simultaneously being an awful brother !! he'd let his niece do things she wanted, knowing that lem wouldn't be happy. she wants to eat ice cream before dinner? two scoops won't hurt. she wants to go to the toy shop and get even more toys? no problem, uncle tan has his cards at the ready. she wants to watch tv before bed? one episode is okay surely

tho he won't always go over his brother's head, bc he respects him - but sometimes he just can't help it, he loves to spoil

he'd begrudgingly let her do his makeup. she'd be bossy, making him sit and be quiet as she brushes on purple eye shadow and crazy amounts of blush. she'd also want him to join in with her tea party, or play make-believe/ princesses with her, he'd have no choice but to play along and smile while wearing the tiara

like lem, I feel like she'd be very loud and quite full-on, so when there's finally a moment of silence, he savours it. she'd probably knock herself out from all playing and would just curl up at his side

towards the end of babysitting, tan would probs make her super hyper just to annoy lem tehe. maybe pump her full of sugar or spin her around for ages

#ask #tangerine #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train

[lyrakanefanatic]

Congrats on the 100, well deserved. Good luck for all the wonderful things you will create!

☕️ phone girl and grayson (matches your whole blog)

THANK YOU SM, AND SURE!!

Now the name I put for phone girl is Lily, because I feel like that’s gonna be her name in the grandest game and also I’m not gonna call her “ms. Thomas” or just straight up “phone girl” 💀💀

Grayson was drunk. Out of his mind, ridiculously drunk. “The Game” had commenced months ago, and Jameson wanted to play with me, Xander, him, and Nash just for fun. Now, Grayson wasn’t one to turn down dares, but the rules were that if you were unable to carry out your dare, whether you attempted it or not, you still have to drink. And it seemed that Jameson was giving him near impossible dares just to spite him. It seemed they all were. His brothers watched, laughing as he took yet another shot. Something had happened when he took this shot, and his mind wandered off as he imagined a beautiful girl in his head. Lily. He could picture her laugh even now, quick and loud as her dark eyes would twinkle and she’d lean her head back. Since the day that she called him, there had always been something about her that intrigued Grayson. Her voice, for starters, was magnificent and addicting to listen to, and was what had made Grayson fall in love with her at first. He had never acknowledged it before, but now drunk he could see that he had truly started to fall for her. Her and her riddles. And maybe she wasn’t perfect. But neither was he.

“Lily.” I say, suddenly snapping out of my trance and looking up at my brothers. “Where is she?” Jameson raises a brow at me, but Nash is the one to answer. “She’s with Avery and the other contestants, Gray. Why?” He asks me. I struggle to focus, and in my mind I can see her again. Her loose dark curls flowing down her back. The sad smile when she would talk about her father. There were so many things that Grayson had yet to know about her. And so many things he wanted to know about her.

“I think I’m in love with her Nash. And god, I’m drunk.” I answer, leaning my head back against the wall and squeezing my eyes shut. I struggled to focus on what I was doing, and her. There were so many words to describe Lily, but none of them seemed as big and brilliant as her. I feel a hand slap down on my head and tilt it down. I open my eyes and see Xander staring at me, his eyes a bit wide but a smile on his face. “And what makes you think that, Gray?” He asks me. I’m 99.9% sure that I just end up saying whatever I’m thinking when I’m drunk, and that Xander knows this and is just trying to get information out of me, but my head hurts so bad I can’t control it.

“Everything, Xan, everything. The way she smiles, her voice, her laugh, I fall in love with every bit of her. I love the way her brows crinkle when she’s stuck on a clue, the way she hides her face when she’s trying not to laugh, and the way she always knows what to say to the right people. But love is too small of a word for her. It’s too simple when my love for her is so complicated and bold and too big for a dictionary or thesaurus to comprehend, so I don’t know what word to use. She’s everything to me. But she’s not perfect, and for once, when I’m with her, I feel I don’t have to be perfect either. And she’s unexpected. And brave. And loyal. And too smart for her own good. She’s a raging fire and I’m so in love with her I struggle to think about a time when I loved anybody else. And her eyes are so dark and secretive that I wish I could just stare into them for hours at a time and figure out every little thing behind them.” I finally finish. Jamie and Xan both look shocked at my sudden declaration, but Nash looks completely unsurprised.

“Well, that was gonna’ come out sooner or later. Let’s get you to your room.” He drawls, looping his arm around my back and pulling me up out of my chair. Suddenly, I push him off me and throw up on the carpet. Great. I can hear my brother’s groans as I turn around and stumble out of the kitchen, towards the living room. I barely keep myself from falling on my face, as I slump into the couch, not moving once I was laying there. I felt my eyes start to close as I drifted off, and my head sang a familiar tune, stopping me from sleeping. Lily. Lily. Lily. Lily. Lily. Lily. Lily. I could remember asking her what she would do with the money if she won. I could hear her listing the things that she’d get for her mother, and then one thing she would have gotten for herself. “But these are all just wants,” She said. “I would need to get a new house for my family, since our current one is old, and an upgrade on our furniture. That’s what I need.” She turned to me, her eyes sparkling as a small smile touched her lips. “Oh, right, you’re a billionaire. You don’t need anything, right?” She said. I stared at her then, just barely holding back the answer I wanted to give her. I don’t need anything other than you, Lily.

My head started thundering so loud that I was unable to stay awake a second longer, and I drifted into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

I GOT THIS IDEA FROM ONE OF MY HCS VIDEOS, AND HERE U GO! also, does anybody else think that her names gonna be lily? i also saw other people saying her name could be calla, which could work too

i’ve actually had this idea for a while and was just waiting for people to ask me for a phone girl and grayson fic sooo yeah thank you 🙏🙏😭

#grayson hawthorne #phone girl #the inheritance games #THANK YOU! #💗 #here you go!! 💗 #xander hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #avery kylie grambs #the brothers hawthorne #libby grambs #maxine liu #the grandest game

[wonusite]

also can we like get a drabble abt jock!gyu and his rich gf 👉👈🥺 i miss them sm

- dilf cheol nonny

hi i also miss them so yes you can <3

The loud cheers of the crowd are deafening, and it only adds to the intense adrenaline and excitement pumping through Mingyu’s veins. But even the intensity of those emotions doesn’t compare to the feeling he gets when he looks to the stand and finds you cheering for him with a giant grin on your face.

He can’t seem to feel the congratulatory slaps he’s getting from his teammates because he’s too focused on going to you. The sound you let out when the huge jock crushes you with a hug is full of affection and joy. Mingyu is sweaty and tired, but he still looks like a picture of perfection in your eyes.

“Congrats, Gyu.” You tell him as you bring up a hand to caress his face. “You were amazing out there.”

Your words and pretty smile send a jolt of happiness to his chest and straight to his cock. Mingyu quickly leans in for a kiss, wanting to get you back to his place as soon as possible so you can give him his real prize. The movements of his lips are dizzying, and it makes you as impatient as he is. You can’t wait to get back to his place to celebrate.

“Oh, fuck!”

You love the sight of a blushing Mingyu with his head tossed back, mouth dropped open in pleasure as you lick up and down his thick cock. It’s taking everything in you not to trail your hands down to your aching cunt and pleasure yourself since this is about celebrating your boyfriend’s victory. Your tongue swirls around his weeping tip, moaning at the taste of his precum. Finally, you take him into your mouth and start sucking, determined to make him come as many times as possible.

His moans and groans are the hottest thing you’ve ever heard, and it only spurs on your movements. Mingyu can feel your soft tongue massaging the veins on his rigid cock as you take him deeper into your mouth. Your movements alternate between slow and fast, steadily driving home closer to the edge. His hips buck up gently into your mouth, trying his hardest not to lose control. You release him with a pop, hand replacing your mouth.

“Don’t hold back, baby.” You say, thumb sweeping over his oozing slit. “If you want to fuck my mouth, you can.”

Mingyu can’t even say anything because you take him into your mouth again, taking him as deeply as you could. Since you told him he can do what he wants, he starts bucking his hips up into your mouth faster than he was before but still gently enough to not make you gag. You smile around his cock, loving how sweet he remains even when his mind is clouded with lust.

You keep sucking until your boyfriend’s hot cum fills your mouth. His moan of ecstasy is as pretty as he is. The sound makes your pussy throb with need as you happily swallow the thick ropes of cum he gives you, making sure to massage his balls to squeeze every single drop out of him. Mingyu helps you stand up once you let go of his cock with a pop, kissing you desperately as you two fall back on to the bed.

Even after all the time that’s gone by, Mingyu still feels like he’s been dropped in the middle of a blissful dream when he’s with you. Especially when he has you laying underneath him so prettily in the hottest lingerie set he’s ever seen. Mingyu takes his time taking it off of you, knowing that the set is worth more than all his clothes combined.

“So pretty.” Mingyu says as he slowly undresses you, savoring the sight under him.

Your boyfriend always glows after a game whether he wins or loses, but there’s something about the glow of a win that seems more special and breathtaking to you. His hot cock it throbbing against your entrance, but you can’t seem to focus on anything other than his face. He’s looking at you like you’re the prize that comes along with his victory.

“Fuck me, Gyu.” You moan, bucking up your hips against his cock so he can feel how wet you are for him.

Your boyfriend lets out a sexy moan before he shoves his cock into you. Somehow, you’re still not completely used to the stretch his monster cock provides, but you don’t care because it feels so good. Mingyu starts fucking into you like he’s a ravenous beast that’s insatiable. His cock is slamming into you so roughly that it has you seeing stars. Moans and whines spill from you lips uncontrollably as he rams against your sweet spot.

“Fuck. Can’t get enough of your tight little pussy.”

His balls are slapping against your ass as the lewd squelching from your cunt and the sound of skin slapping together fills his room. You yank him down to smash your lips against his, swallowing his moans as he keeps fucking his cock into you. It feels so good that your hips move on their own, grinding up to meet his rough thrusts.

Mingyu starts to trail wet kisses down your neck until he reaches your tits. His mouth latches on to one of your hardened nipples, smoothing his tongue over it before gently nipping it with his sharp canines. Your boyfriend lets out a low groan when your velvety walls clamp down on him again, pussy seemingly getting wetter by the second.

“Fuck, Gyu!” You cry out. “Don’t stop!”

He pulls back slightly, cock throbbing wildly when he sees how fucked out you already look. Mingyu grabs your legs and pushes them to your chest, hips snapping harder than before. A sloppy squelching sound mixes in with your wanton moans, the smell of sex permitting the air. You come seconds later with a loud yell of his name, cunt tightening around him impossibly.

“Come inside me!” You moan desperately, so far lost in your pleasure. “Fill me up, baby.”

Ever powerless to your desires, Mingyu shoots his cum inside you with a loud groan. His thrusts become sloppy as he keeps fucking into your cunt, whimpering about how much he loves you. Once the sensitivity seems to be too much for you both, he lets go of your legs. His large hands smooth down the trembling muscles soothingly.

Mingyu leans down to press a sweet kiss to your lips, cock throbbing inside you when you kiss him back with an insatiable hunger. He grins when you lock your legs around him and use all your strength to roll him over. You hover over him with a smile.

“We’re not done yet, babe.” You pant. “Gonna fuck you like you deserve.”

#jock!gyu is so 😮‍💨 #love that man too much #just writing to feed my delusions #dilf cheol nonny #nalani.thotz

[caspersickfanfics]

Hello :) hope you’re doing okay! Since you mentioned still being open to head canons and stuff- I’m currently thinking about how tighnari would potentially use his own sensitivity to noise and crowds to cover for Cyno if they were in some sort of public setting and Cyno wasn’t feeling well. Like I’m imagining the gang all met up to play TCG or something, and maybe it’s a packed night with other members of the mates around as well. Maybe Cyno is just a little too glassy eyed for Tighnaris liking and a little too quiet. He’s not paying attention to the game…he hasn’t touched his drink, he just seems…distant. Shivery. Not good…

Alhaitham and kaveh pickup on it but leave it to nari. Tighnari would make a big show about wanting to head out early due to a headache and ask Cyno if he’d walk him home as a way to get him out of there with out him having to look weak in public.

bonus points for Cyno being genuinely concerned for Tighnari, thinking it was real (he’s out of it, definitely feverish he doesn’t know what’s going on) and instantly starts checkin on him once they leave, offering to take his bag, apologizing for the noise etc. Cyno is so quick to move them away from the noise off towards the peaceful forest. It’s Only then that Tighnari stops him, slaps a hand to Cynos his forehead and lets out a fond sigh. “You silly thing, im *fine* it’s you im worried about. You don’t look like you’re feeling very well. And you’re warm…let’s head home okay? I’ll take your temperature there.”

the next day Cyno can barely get out of bed, and doesn’t eat a thing, but thankfully it’s a short lived bug and he recovers soon after many, many naps.

HI oml this is SO CUTE!!! (Also I am doing much better now, everyone has been so supportive 😭💕)

But this- Cyno being so out of it. “Distant. Shivery. Not good” is a GEM. And this is so in character for Tighnari!! I can absolutely see him just being like “This was fun, but I have a headache so I’m leaving now. Bye!” on the regular when he actually does feel bad, so of course it’s a convenient and believable excuse when he needs one. I could see Kaveh pushing things along as well, being like “oh yes, this usually happens with the noise, you both have a safe trip back!” And Alhaitham being like “I have a headache too” just because he also wants to leave lmao

Of course Cyno being worried about Nari, that’s so precious, I love them sm 😭 Cyno’s probably a bit grumpy that Nari lied because it’s confusing to his fever brain and he doesn’t fully realize it was entirely for his sake and not to trick him, which Tighnari just finds adorable 🥺 Kaveh and Alhaitham go to check on him the next day and he’s just NOT doing well at all. They’re impressed Tighnari picked up on it so quickly and relieved that Cyno’s getting the rest he needs 🥹

Also THANK YOU so much for sending this ask, I was really worried my recent post would mean people would stop talking with me and then I’d be even more bummed and seeing this in my inbox really made my day 💕💕💕 you deserve the world for always spreading so much kindness!!!

#sick cyno hc #relevantlucidity #tighnari hc #genshin hc #cas chats #THANK YOU SM FOR THIS it literally made me emotional 😭 #will do proper tagging when i’m home from work 😬

[amaya-writes]

I love your writing sm and I was wondering if I could request a karma akabane and reader where the reader is like a very kind,calm, and patient person so whenever he tries to tease or be a little shi- to them they just kind of pat him on the head a give him a polite smile. You can delete the request if you’d like :D

Notes: hi! sorry I took so long to reply lol I was super caught up with events and all. i went with hcs for this since I had a lot of different ideas for your req but if you wanted a drabble instead you can send in another request and I'll write one out

Warnings: light mentions of violence, etc. (things that can be associated with Karma's character)

Characters involved: Karma Akabane

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Being in a relationship with a guy like Karma definitely requires a lot of patience. As someone who's always messing around yet analytical enough to not get caught for it, Karma can quickly get on his partner's nerves.

Which is why someone who is kind and understanding is exactly what he needs in his life.

He can come off as standoffish and rude at first, but after a while your lack of response to his subtle nudges (both verbal and physical) your way started to intrigue him.

It wasn't like you were the kind of person who didn't have a backbone and chose to keep their head down, in fact, it was the opposite.

You weren't crazy smart or strong, but enough to be able to at least fight back if you chose to. It was just that you didn't see the point in fighting his fire with fire.

Instead, you would give him that stupid small smile of yours or occasionally quip back with a reply that made it seem like the two of you were having a conversation rather than Karma just being a nuisance.

Over time, he began to increase the lengths he went to in order to get a reaction out of you, finding comfort in the way you seemed to keep up with him without actually fighting back.

It was only when you snapped at him for the first time that Karma realised he liked you.

That was the first time he had chosen to drag others into your little game of sorts, but you didn't seem to take too kindly to having your friends play victim to Karma's little pranks.

He never actually hurt you or anyone, yet his actions were malevolent enough to earn a slap on the back of his head with your textbook.

Who would have thought such a small action would earn the affection of Kunugigaoka Junior High School's very own red devil.

Once the two of you start dating, you're one of the few people who can reign Karma in. It's not like you control him or anything, but when he needs it, you do help him see lines that shouldn't be crossed.

You worry about him because of his sadistic tendencies, but that doesn't stop you from helping Karma plan out some of his plans.

You aren't part of their class so don't know about Koro-sensei but he still appreciates your advice.

Karma enjoys leading you up the hill to more secluded places where the two of you can just sit under a tree and talk or chill around. This often ends with him flustering you in some way or another before he drops you home.

He can be very hard to keep up with, but Karma also has those calm moments where he just wants to be around you.

After the events that occur at the end of the second season, Karma went to your place rather than going home because he felt a need to be around you.

You obviously didn't understand why Karma was suddenly so insistent on spending the night hugging you or why you could almost certainly feel a tear or two drip onto your skin, but you didn't complain.

That's what Karma liked about you: you always understood him, you knew when to just let his behaviour slide and when to actually intervene.

In the storm that is Karma Akabane's life, he often found that you were what grounded him.

#akabane karma #karma x you #karma x reader #karma akabane #karma assassination classroom #karma headcanons #karma hcs #karma drabbles #karma scenarios #karma imagines #assassination classroom oneshots #assassination classroom #assassination classroom and karma #assassination classroom x you

[arthotsglasses]

Ikemen Sengoku MC Character sheet

ok I finally got motivation to do this after so many months. sorry for taking so long ;-; if there is anything wrong or you think is different, please let me know, I will change it.

Few notes again:

in game full design was submitted to me by @marinelezard thank u sm! I think you can find some more on Google as well.

I'm no expert about Kimono or Sengoku JP fashion. If there is something wrong, let me know.

I researched about regular Kimonos on Google, so if you still find things confusing or want more info about it, you should do your own research to clear up your questions.

For the Sakura patterns, just get some flower brush or image then slap it on top of the colour layer lol, don't think too hard.

There are many ways of tying the Obi apparently, but from Ieyasu's console ver. route, it was flat rectangle shape, not bow or anything.

idk how the sleeves exactly works, because I can't see how much fabric is with her sleeve, and Kimono also varies a lot in sleeve fabric sizes.

I'm no expert in hair again because I'm bad at doing them, but I think they are called fish tail braids??? idk lol (I got short hair so never done that before)

This one seems to be the most consistent out of all other ikemen mc's though. So you can pretty much refer to most cg and it should be fine.

tagging: @datsleepygirl @niqhtd @blooming-lizzie @ikesimp100 @devildomwritersposts @sychopathicbadass @lordhelpme0-0 @collarjessie @ikemenprincessnaga

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen Sengoku mc #ikemen Sengoku character sheet #fanart #otome #ikemen series #character sheet #ikesen #ikesen mc

[luvhyun3]

It's the season of love! and you know what that means, time to find yourself a valentine! and who better than one of your beloved mutuals? answer these questions, and the mutual with the most mentions your tumblr valentine:

Mutual you can always rely on?

Mutual who never misses a post?

Mutual you share the most interests with?

Mutual you have the most in common with?

Mutual you look up to?

Mutual you'd run away and live in a cottage with?

Spouse material mutual?

Mutual with the best personality?

Mutual that never fails to make you laugh?

Mutual you'd have a crush on if you knew them irl?

Mutual you absolutely cannot live without?

figured i’d actually do a game for once 💀 im sorry y’all i swear i’ll get to them one day…. until then keep tagging me i may not do them but it makes me feel good being included anyway 🥰🤞

mutual who never misses a post — without a doubt @j0swhiterice 🤭🤭 my number one supporter since she started following me <33 she likes pretty much everything i post HAHAHAHHS thank u for that ily

mutual you’d run away and live in a cottage with — @1-800-lixie she gives very cottagecore vibes idk ,,, i feel like it’d be very fun living somewhere idyllic and tending to a cute lil cottage w a pretty garden w her <33

mutual that never fails to make u laugh — @yujipg sae ur so funny im dying literally every time u post/comment how do u do it (also off topic but u genuinely make me smile sm every time u interact w my posts ur so fun to talk to 🫶)

spouse material mutual — @cutieseo fae’s so lovely i think she defs fits this one 🤭💓 would get down on one knee if she asked

mutual(s) you look up to (this is less a ‘look up to’ section and more an excuse to compliment my moots 🌝) —

@torhues ur so smart and cool and funny and u have rly good writing … that was rly badly worded but i want u to know that i think ur great ☺️

@hwangsify i know u arent on tumblr anymore but ur writing was genuinely some of the most beautiful stuff i’ve read on tumblr i still come back to it sometimes bc its SO GOOD

@byhees too !!! i’ve only just become moots w u recently but ur writing is so beautiful and u seem like such a lovely person !! 🫶

@acaiasahi ur themes always slap and u have the most based opinions 🙏🙏

@i-luvsang i havent interacted w u very much but u have such a pretty acc ++ the cutest fics ever

@jennaissantes u seem like such a cool person i’d defs wanna be bsfs with u if i knew u irl

mutual you’d have a crush on irl — @astrozuya based off vibes i think i’d find you cute too 🤭🤭

@dokiyeom also bc she gives cute girl next door vibes i think🫣 🫶

mutual you have the most in common with — @ everyone bc we’re all obsessed w unobtainable korean men ….

@ox1-lovesick honourable mention bc U GET ME when it comes to my struggles on atzblr/blr in general 😓 ty for being there at my lowest 🤞

mutual you share the most interests with — see above ^

mutual with the best personality — cmon guys i feel like it’s pretty obvious that it’d be me 😒 (/j)

mutual you absolutely cannot live without — @cheezbot my love ever since u left me i havent been able to live with myself … u pieced my heart together and then ripped it out of my chest, leaving me unable to love and trust ever again ☹️☹️

mutual you can always rely on — @n0vad ty for giving me ur english answers 🙏🙏

@svngcore i can always rely on you to be my most delulu moot 🙄

im sorry if i didn’t include u! i love all my moots very much but im a bit forgetful 😞

#[ 📞 ] . . . call for : luvhyun3 ! #call from : unknown number❔ #tag games! 👾 ˖ ࣪ #not in order sawrry 🤕 #ty for sending me this ask anon! #tell me if i missed one 😭

[daddy-and-his-little-mess]

So I gave my little baby girl some homework and this is what she came up with:

Imagine Daddy coming home after a long and frustrating day at work.

He gets home all irritated and tired, when I greet him at the door I immediately notice his irritation. "Did Daddy have a long day?"

"Yes little one." He replied. I can hear just by his tone he is exhausted. "Cmon Daddy, why don't you go get comfortable and maybe play a game while I go make dinner?" I grab the groceries he's holding and put them on the kitchen table and grab Daddys hand and lead him to the room. "Wait here Daddy" I go turn on the shower for him and get comfy clothing ready for him. I skip back to the room. "Okay Daddy follow me" I lead him back to the bathroom and hand him his favorite beer and his phone that's open in his Playlist he normally listens to when he showers. "Here you go Daddy, enjoy your shower. " I kiss him and run off to go make dinner. Daddy seems a little surprised but also relieved.

It's been a few minutes now and I'm almost done with the dinner and I can hear Daddy get out the shower. I finish up dinner and plate it. I can't hear Daddy anymore, maybe he's asleep?.. "Daddy?" I call from the kitchen. "Daddy, dinners ready" No reply. I turn to the sink and

wash a few things, i start drying my hands when out of nowhere I feel his hands on my waist and his breath on my neck. I jump a little. "D-daddy, there you are, dinners ready." I try turn around to face him but he holds me tight and bites down hard on my neck.

It hurts, but I like it and he knows that. He moves his one hand down under my skirt and starts rubbing. I'm not wearing any underwear. Just how he likes it. "You're so wet for me already, ive barely even touched you slut." He bends me over the kitchen table and lifts my skirt to my waist. "Wait here and don't move, if you move I'll punish you." He goes to the room and quickly comes back out with my vibrator, my tail and some lube. I already know this is gonna be painful.... He stands behind me an puts lube on the tail. Without warning he shoves it in my ass. The sharp pain instantly brought me to tears. "Shut up slut." I bite my tongue and close my eyes trying to stop crying and be quiet for Daddy.

After turning the vibrator on to its highest setting he puts it against my clit and positions himself behind me. He starts teasing me and rubs his tip against my entrance. I'm already so close to cumming and I can't keep quiet anymore. I starting moaning and whining. "Kitten didn't I tell you to shut up?!" Before I can reply he slaps my ass hard. If anything, that just pushed me closer to the edge. At this point I can't hold it anymore. Without warning he thrusts himself in to me hard and fast but by the second thrust I'm already cumming. He notices and slaps me again and pulls on my tail. "Your such a needy little whore, just because you couldn't wait your gonna keep cumming until you cant take it anymore." ...

@kitty1827

#nsfw #nsfw punishment #daddy # dominated #fustated dom #usw me however you want #praise and degradation #bd/sm degrader #bdsm #pain play #butt plug #slapping #daddyslut