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rinhaler · 6 months

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I will kiss you and hold you and pet you and call you a good girl if you write a toji os abt him having a one nightstand with someone and when he’s undressing them he unzips their dress WITH HIS TEETHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……….. anyways!!! :3

am i a good girl now :(((

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, soft dom!toji (maybe), alcohol consumption, squirting, fingering, face-sitting, vaginal sex, tit sucking, praise, slight degradation, reader passes out for a sec.

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“Can I buy you a drink?” a handsome stranger asks you as you sit by your lonesome at the bar. You came here with your friend, who has since disappeared since locating her ex-boyfriend. And you suspect he won’t be an ex for much longer. The attention makes you giddy. His scar pulling as he smirks at you, a grin that grows wider when you nod. He pulls out his card and waits to flag down a bar tender. “I’m Toji, by the way.”

You introduce yourself and you curse yourself for how pathetic you must seem. It’s embarrassing, really, feeling so accomplished that a man deemed you worthy enough to talk to and buy a drink for. He’s like a model, possessing a wide build and tall figure. He could have any woman here if he wanted, you’re sure. And despite your inner monologue telling you to act coy, you’re sure you’re a bashful fool.

He orders you the same blue lagoon cocktail you’ve already had three of, and himself a lemonade.

“You don’t drink?” you ask him.

“Nah, it doesn’t really affect me.”

You shrug, slurping the ice cold cocktail through a metal straw you brought from home. He smirks at that, noting that you’re the type to prepare this much for what he’s sure is meant to be a casual night out. And he asks you questions about yourself that you’re so willing to answer. You ask him questions about himself that he answers too, though the responses are surface level and simple. The mystery only adds to his allure.

He's funny, effortlessly. Everything he says seems to make you giggle. You’re a cliché, too, twirling your hair as you hang on his every word. It’s a mix or attraction and intoxication. Is he really so interesting and funny or are you just wet and transfixed by his looks?

Your laughter dies out when you feel a tap on your shoulder. It’s your friend, coming to say goodbye. She points at her ex and tells you she’s leaving with him.

So much for girl code.

Though she does offer you to hop in the taxi with them so you can go home. But you don’t want to leave Toji. You want to keep making a lovesick fool of yourself for him and maybe see where the night takes you. So she waves and you focus on the older looking man beside you. He licks his lips, his scar glistening under the everchanging technicolour lights flooding the club.

“Wanna get going, gorgeous?” he asks, leaning over to speak into your ear. The rough gravel to his voice rushing straight to your pulsing cunt. You shouldn’t, really, should you? It’s not smart to go home with guys you’ve never met. You don’t know him or his intentions, he could be plying you with alcohol to get you stupid enough to kill you.

“Mhmm.” you nod, dumbly, consequences be damned. If you die, you’ll die by the hand of a man so beautiful you’d think an angel would cry at his presence. He takes your hand, leading you outside and hailing a cab. You at least have the sense to go to your place, knowing your cousin lives a few doors down and will surely here if things go wrong.

He kisses you deeply in the back of the cab, fingers digging into your skin as he squeezes your plush thigh. You moan, lewdly, when he tells you to stick out your tongue and he sucks it before licking it with his own. Tongues tangling as he continues to squeeze and knead your malleable flesh.

“Head on up, I’ll follow you.” he tells you as he pulls out his wallet. You nod, agreeing, whispering your apartment number before clambering out of the car. The chill of the 2am air bites at your skin, and you hurry to the security door. You pull the key from your purse and rush inside.

Toji takes his time paying the driver, grunting as he puts his wallet away and slides out of his side of the car. He slowly skulks to the entrance, smiling when he realises you remembered to leave the latch for him to get inside. He sees a crowd gathered by the elevator and opts to take the stairs instead.

He smirks, gleefully, when he sees you waiting by the front door.

“Watcha doin’, gorgeous?” he wonders.

“Waiting for you.” you confess, looking down at your feet awkwardly as shame surges through your body.

He approaches, slowly. But before you know it you’re looking up at him and caged between his body and your front door. His hands rest against the frame as he studies your blown eyes and nervous face.

“Somethin’ tells me you’ve never had a one night stand before,” he smiles, scar pulling deliciously once again. You can barely form a thought unable to break yourself from the hypnotising mark on his lip. “Unlock the door.”

“I already did…” you gulp, nervously, still unable to tear your eyes away from his.

He likes your answer, picking you up so that your legs wrap around his waist and he lets himself into your home. Your lips lock and tongues clash as he controls the kiss, but your eagerness gets the better of you. Your hips rutting and soft moans pour from you as you portray yourself as a desperate slut for his benefit.

You pout, a little defeated, as he sets you back down. Though the disappoint dies an instantaneous death as he spins you around so your back is to him, pushing you into the wall by your entryway.

“Have you fucked a stranger before, princess?” he asks, brushing your hair from your shoulder and whispering devilishly into your ear. You shake your head, pathetic strings of ‘no!’ spilling from your lips as his fingers explore under your dress and pinch your ass. You bite your lip as you feel his heavy fingers prod at your drippy panties. He huffs out a laugh when he realises how wet you are. “Allllll of this jus’ for me? You shouldn’t have, darlin’.”

“B-Been wet… since you asked if I wanted a drink…” you tell him, giggling a little and hiding your face against the wall.

“No no no…” he objects, tugging your hair softly to draw you out. “Wanna see you, wanna see how you look when I ruin you.” you feel your body flush with heat at his words, turning your head to the side so he can see you again. You place your palms against the wall to brace yourself, not expecting him to pull your panties down your legs from under your dress.

He relishes in how you can barely keep your eyes open as he sinks two fingers into your sopping cunt and your panties drop to the ground. You bite your inner cheek, though it does little to keep you quiet as he curls his fingers against your spongy insides.

“Oh fuck.” you gasp, ashamed that you might cum after a few pathetic pumps of his fingers. Though it doesn’t feel right. You don’t want it to stop, but you don’t feel like you usually do when you’re close to cumming. “W-Wait.” you move your head and try to close your legs.

“Sh.” he stops you, kicking your ankles to keep your legs open. He holds your head against the wall with his forearm, his breathing heavy in your ear. You shudder when he kisses against it, chuckling quietly when he feels your pussy begin to clench. “Stop clenching, push. It’ll feel good, promise… push against me.” he commands.

You don’t know what’s he’s talking about. Push your body? No, he said stop clenching. You’re trying to keep him inside, keep the feeling inside. But he repeats it. Push. And like he’s the master of your cunt, it listens.

“Good girl, baby…” he praises you as he notes the pressure switch from your tender hole. You moan, and he coos. Faux sympathy as he fucks you dumb on his thick digits.

“Toji! Ngh—!” you moan. Clear liquid jets from your pussy, dripping down your thighs and soaking your panties and the floor beneath. He doesn’t let up, either, still battering his fingers against your g-spot.

“There you go, princess. Good fuckin’ girl… so good for me darlin’.” he moans, too, getting off on your pleasure and the striking realisation that you’ve never squirted before. He’s proud of himself, and he’s proud of you. “Fuckin’ soaked your pretty panties, sweetheart. Dirty little girl…” he teases.

You don’t have the energy to respond, already spent from cumming in such an alien way. He kisses your shoulder as your legs continue to shake. Any logic from the thought of telling him to stop fingering you dissipates when you think that he can you make you cum like that again.

He feels his hardened cock over his jeans as he looks down at the puddle beneath you. Still pumping his fingers against your sweet spot until your eyes roll over white. He can’t take it anymore. The unrelenting inner voice telling him to touch himself. He thinks he might die if he doesn’t stroke his length, even for a minute.

“Don’t move.” he orders.

You stay still, unsure of what he’s doing. Though you whimper as you feel his body press against yours. His head sinks to the top of your dress, and you just about cum again when you realise he’s biting down on the metal zipper, pulling it down with his teeth as exposing your bare back.

The black mini dress falls to the ground into the puddle of your lewdness and your drenched underwear.

“Good girl, stay there.”

He pulls off his t-shirt and tosses it aside down the hallway, only to be seen by the end of this dalliance. You hear him kick off his shoes and quickly throws away his socks. Eagerly, his pants follow, as do his underwear. He’s just as naked as you, now. And you choke out a breath as you hear him drop to his knees, licking up the mess on your thighs and pussy. But he turns around, sitting on his ass with his back against the wall, without a care for the wetness beneath. He wraps his arms around your thighs, pulling your cunt towards his face.

“Sit.” he instructs.

You do, without pause, moaning boisterously as he sucks at your clit and covers his face in your sweetness. One arm remains hooked around thigh while the other releases, hand in search of his aching length. He plays with himself, alternating between lazy strokes and passionate ones. The taste of your cunt makes him dizzy, unable to believe how much slick you’re producing as he relentlessly feasts on your flesh.

“F-fuck, Toji… finger me, please.” you beg. He’s leaking like crazy, and thinks your request might have come at the perfect time. He lets himself go in favour of pleasuring you, the sound of your sticky cunt squelching with each press throughout your eerie apartment. Neither of you had even found time to turn on a light, the only thing illuminating the room is the filtering light sneaking in through the cracks of your front door. “G’na cum, a-again… holy— s-shit.” you moan.

It spurs him on, maintaining all of his ministrations as he tries to coax your second orgasm out of you. He grunts, loudly, against your sodden folds as you squirt again. His face and hair doused with your release as he doesn’t dare pull away. The sadistic desire to prolong your ecstasy is fuelling him to keep going. He feels like he might cum untouched as he feels your cum cover him.

Your legs give, his burly arms hook around your thighs again in a bid to keep you stable. But his hands wander, impatiently. Fingers grip into your waist as he pulls you away from the wall.

He helps you down, hovering you above his longing cock as he guides it to your spent hole.

“I don’t have any condoms.” he tells you.

“Don’t care—” you assure him, wriggling your hips eagerly. “’m on the pill.”

“Greedy girl,” he smirks, pushing you down onto his cock. You want to scream from the stretch but you manage to refrain. He sets a ruthless pace, forcing you to accommodate to it quickly. “Been so sweet for me, darlin’. Gonna be nice ‘n do all the work for ya, okay? Say thank you.”

“T-Thank you! Thank you.” you babble nonsensically.

His knees are bent as he fucks up into your abused hole, the velocity propelling you forward. Your fingers clutch onto his shoulders for dear life as he takes advantage of your body being in such close proximity to his mouth. He sucks your tits, eliciting a dreamy moan from you. The gorgeous sounds you make for him have his cock drooling inside of your unprotected walls.

It's so sorrowful, really, thinking about how pathetic you both are. He seemed so calm and collected and yet neither of you could even make it through the hallway of your apartment before you were both stripped bare. You thought you’d be fucking comfortably on your bed. But here you are, being fucking destroyed by his monstrously large cock on the wooden, soaking, hallway floor.

“Gonna cum, baby.” he breathes against your spit soaked tits. The admission makes you cream, clenching around his thick, veiny cock as you brace yourself. “Fuck, darlin’, you’re gonna cum again. Can feel it, little cock slut. No one’ll fuck you like this again, y’know.”

“Ah- aaaah—!” is all you can say as a lesser stream of liquid shoots from you once more. The internal bliss you feel makes you pass out momentarily. But you come around quick enough to feel your untainted insides become stained with his white, creamy warmth.

He groans, deeply, bouncing you up and down his length. He wishes there was a light on to see the creamy ring and the messy puddle you’ve created together.

“You’re fuckin’ amazing, baby.” he tells you, grasping the crown of your head with his palm to guide you into a sloppy kiss. He manages to stand up whilst keeping himself slotted comfortably inside of you. You giggle as you guide him to the nearest light switch, and both of you look down at the mess you’ve made. Shame builds once again and you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Awe, pretty girl made a dirty little mess f’me.” he teases you.

“Stop! ‘m so embarrassed!” you tell him, the sentence muffled as you talk into his skin.

“S’okay, rest up.” he tells you, stroking your back soothingly. “Give me a tour, wanna see the next place we can make a mess of.”

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jupitadori · 4 months

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Ok but imagine you’re at a club in the city, it’s NYE.

You wear your short sparkly dress and favourite heels. You’re dancing with your friends, giddy and tipsy.

Then you see him, across the bar.

Saturo Gojo.

The club lights dancing off of his silver hair, his muscles stretching his tight black t-shirt. His brilliant blue eyes catch yours as he lazily looks you up and down, a smirk playing on his lips.

You look away, nervously.

The music blares as you dance, the alcohol taking effect. You shake your ass and whip your hair as the men around you stare, hungrily. You see Satoru watching you as your hands run over the curve of your hips.

You spin and twirl in a giddy, drunken haze. Your dress lifting and flowing, revealing your bare thighs and the bottom of your ass. You look back at the bar but realise Satoru isn’t there anymore. You huff, deflated.

Just then you feel a hand on your ass, grabbing you. Hard. Someone begins pushing you through the crowd toward a shadowed doorway.

Satoru spins you around to face him and pins you to the wall, his huge frame towering over you.

“I think they’ve seen enough of you.” He smirks, nodding to the crowd of men on the dance floor.

“But I want to see more”

His huge hand slides up your dress and his fingers wrap round your lacy panties, pulling them down in a swift motion. You gasp.

Satoru chuckles as he picks you up, your legs wrapping around him. Before you can think, he kisses you ferociously.

With your legs spread open you feel him unzip,

lining his throbbing cock at your soaking entrance.

You moan forces himself into you. Taking no time at all to pound your tight little hole.

The music blasts as he fucks you against the wall. You clutch at his back, your face buried in his neck. He laughs as you pathetically try to stifle your moans- but the more you resist, the harder he fucks.

You bounce like a slut, dripping down his massive cock as he pounds your soaking cunt. Faster, harder.

In the distance you hear the crowd is counting down to the New Year-

“10…!”

You can’t barely think straight, feeling his biceps pulsating as he fucks you senseless. He kisses you as you moan into his mouth, his dick pummelling your soft walls.

“Who’s a good slut?” He growls, slapping your ass.

“I-I am” you cry

“3…!”

He pounds harder. You whimper, breathless as he continues to ruin your pussy. Your legs shake.

“2…!”

Your vision starts to blur. You almost can’t take it anymore, you feel like you’re going to-

“I-I’m gonna-!”

“1…!”

You cry out in ecstasy and squirt all over his cock as he cums deeps inside you. You both pant.

He pulls out his throbbing cock and puts you down; your legs wobble.

“Happy New Year” he sneers, leaving you stood breathless, his cum dripping down your thighs.

#gojo satoru smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk smut #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x gojo smut #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader #jjk x reader #anime smut #tw alcohol #tw exhibitionism #tw praise kink #tw degradation

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2-dsimp · 2 months

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Hey, @2-dsimp!

Idk if you're still doing request for Genshin, but if you are, can you please do Éclair + Devil cake for Albedo (I don't care if this dude is a synthetic human, he still needs some love-)

(Btw I was thinking of Villain!Albedo x Hero!Fem!Reader)

If you don't wanna do it if fine ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

～【Smutty imagines】🍒

→《Ft! FEM READER》

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[🔞] Case study #1 [🔞]—> ft! Villianous! Albedo! NSFW MDNI, Mindbreak, coercion, dubcon, slight bimbofication, praise, unhinged behavior, yandere tendencies, cockworship, deepthroat, male oral recieve! Slight humiliation

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『Albedo conditioning You to be his cumdump』

。Albedo was only trying to help you. Although you may have seen him as an arch nemesis he saw you to be his destiny. Why else would he bother holding back on destroying that worthless city of which he could’ve easily could’ve terminated without a moments notice?

。He was utterly enamored by you and tried his best to persuade that thick skull of yours to abandon those parasites and join his side. But no matter how much he tried to get you to see reason you’d only brush off his efforts. Despite how frustrating it was, that stubbornness of yours was his favorite quality about you.

。He tricked you into coming to his aid under the pretense of helping him turn over a new leaf only to trap you within his penthouse. Making you wear an electronic collar, all the more to help discipline and mold you into the woman he knew you’d eventually become in all due time. His sweet obedient housewife.

。It made him wonder how long it would take to break you.

→ “I’m so proud of how far you’ve progressed my love, haah you’re taking in my cock so well, so willingly…with such eagerness.”

。He’d groan, languidly humping his pelvis against your face. Pulling on your hair so you could properly cater to servicing his throbbing pretty cock adorned in prominent veins from balls to his pink tip. As he suffocates you with his heavy balls that were bench pressed against your nose. Hypnotizing you with his enticing musk of which he infused with certain pheromones to help you become more of a willing participant.

→ “Yes keep it up darling, don’t stop until you make me cum. Don’t You wanna please me? Mmh make your husband feel so wonderful just like the good girl that I know you are?”

。He rasped reaching his breaking point from the sloppy toppy you gave his mushroom pearly tip so reverently and his hips stuttered as he pulled you up by your hair and shoved your face to take his rod to the hilt. Allowing you to feel his abdomen and balls flexing against the cockdrunk expression present against your face.

→”Fuck, I love how you attempt to take every last drop. You’re such a pretty little wife for me when you’re obedient. Now smile for the camera love I’ve got to document how well you’ve grown to adapt to being mine.”

。Albedo praised with a small smile. He felt so complete spurting his hot sticky load into your open mouth. Filming your face in his baby batter while he was content in watching his outload drip from down to your chin. Watching you with satisfaction and pride that you belong to him and no one else. As you tried your best to swallow every bit of his manhood’s nectar.

。Snap!

。The sound of a camera shutter going off echoed throughout the room. As the villain captured your messy face all filled with his creamy load. To mark a corner stone in yalls happy relationship where you acted as his ever so faithful housewife.

→ “You’re so perfect when you’re under my control.”

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A/n: I’m back in business yall! ٩(˃̶͈̀௰˂̶͈́)و

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jammysworks · 9 months

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im just thinking about like having a really rough day and coming home to conrad and you’re just tired and you want to feel good and he’s such a sweetheart when it comes to you that he doesn’t tease you like normal, he just eats you out and fucks you and then holds you once you’re in that pleasure-induced haze until you fall asleep

this is such a cute idea. the second i read it i knew it needed to be done! 💗

smut after the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: connie being a little sweetheart to reader, oral (fem receiving), lots of aftercare <3, p in v, sweet sex, dacryphilia, overstimulation, praise, pet names (baby, good girl, )

word count: 0.5k

your day was terrible. first, you got in an argument with your mom because you woke up later than usual. then, your boss got mad at you for being late even though it was your moms fault for holding you back at the house. the only thing you wanted was to be in conrad’s arms. so, the second you got home you went straight to him. diving your head into his chest. “what’s wrong, baby?” he hated when you had bad days but he always knew that he could fix it. “bad day…i just wanna feel good.” you whine while looking at him with half lidded “fuck me” eyes.

and that’s how you ended up here, with conrad’s face smushed against your pussy and licking up everything you gave him. his tongue licking a strip up your hole and sucking your clit. moans and whimpers becoming the constant aftermath of his ministrations. “thank—ah!—thank you, connie!” you hiccuped aloud as he continued what he was doing; his tongue darting into you and grazing against your walls, while his fingers drew circles on your hip bones and played with your nipples.

“i’m gonna cum” the sentence babbling out like the rest as you raked your nails through conrad’s hair, scratching against his scalp inflicting a groan to erupt from him. the vibrations being your main reason of the knot undoing in your lower abdomen, juices flowing out of your quivering hole. “that’s it..good girl.” he stood from between your legs with one last kiss against your bud, pulling his shirt and sweatpants off leaving him in his boxers. his noticeable bulge twitching from beneath the fabric. out of an act of muscle memory your hands reached for his boxers, pulling them down his thighs. “no, not today. you can give me a blowjob another day this is about you.” he said reaching to pull your hands away from his.

his hips slowly grinding against yours while you whined and moaned his name like a mantra; tears of sweet pleasure dripping down your cheeks. the tip of his dick coming close to slipping out when he pushed himself back into you again. repeating the action over and over until he heard you moan out a silent, “please..faster!” with a simple kiss to the forehead he began pounding into you, hands gently grasping your sides as he pulled you back against him. cries and whines releasing from your mouth, your smaller hands grasping onto his biceps as he lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders, seeming to get deeper into your pussy. the pleasurable haze you slipped into becoming more promenaient as your orgasm began to creep closer with each thrust. more slick being produced and leaking down his cock as you melted into the feeling. “go ahead baby, cum for me.” conrad groaned into your ear, the action prompting you to cream on him, the liquid dripping down and coating his thighs.

his own relief pouncing at him shortly after your own, causing his hips to move in a sloppier pattern. the sticky liquid filling up your walls, a warm feeling seeping through your stomach as he pulled out and pushed any residue back into your hole.

bending forward, he placed a meaningful kiss onto your lips and pulled away to reach for clothes for both you and him. his hands finding placement on one of his sweaters and a pair of your panties you left, tossing the clothes onto the bed while he dressed himself into a pair of his boxers. after finishing, he sat on the edge of his mattress to put the clothes on you. slipping under the covers next to you cuddling up close with your warm body as you drifted off into sleep from the exhausting haze he left you in.

this took way longer than it should have i’m sorry but i hope this is ok <3

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yourlilsweetheart · 1 year

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thinking hard about how adorable you look when you get all dumbfounded from overstimulation, my hand still stroking your pretty, leaking cock even when you've already cum a few seconds before. i coo sugared praises to you when i notice how flustered your face is, small tears in your eyes and a silly smile on your lips. you're my good little boy, aren't you? so obedient just for me, letting me do anything i want to you even when my caresses are already starting to hurt. you look so gorgeous, my love. i adore the sight of your body all marked, spanked and bitten. i adore seeing your thighs trembling with each pump i give. i adore hearing your whimpers, cries and moans, not knowing if you want me to stop or if you'd like me to continue pleasuring you. what i adore the most though, is that we both know i'm the only one who can get you this high <3

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flowering-thought · 1 year

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Dante NSFW HCs???? Can we spare some Dante HCs??????

Of course Anon! I gotchu babe-

Honestly been wanting to do Dante as he just loves on my mind rent free <33

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WARNING - MINORS DNI

AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.

Yandere themes, public sex, slight blood mention, mentions of toy use in public, oral, praise kink-

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Dante Morelli

NSFW Headcannons

• Oh boy, I pray for his darling-

• About 8 inches (20 cm), not too fat but fat enough that your fingers can barely wrap around his girth. Has a Jacob's ladder as well. Also a frenum and public piercing- (look it up if you want your fbi agent to be concerned-)

• Stamina? Well honestly could go all night if he's extra riled up but if he's tired he'll last maybe 2 or 3 rounds.

• Not even going to lie the man has a public sex kink. He can get away with a lot as both a CEO and mob boss. And a random meeting where he has you facing him, cockwarming his cock while his leg bounces against your ass, making that little buzz of his dick inside you make you want more.

• Definitely gets off on watching how embarrassed you get. But all of his men know better than to look at you like that. As much as he likes showing off he doesn't like people looking at you in a lewd manner so expect rough thrusts when he gets angry at someone's gaze.

• He can't help it honestly. It's the first time he's ever wanted to flaunt his power and show you to people that there's no chance in hell they can have you.

• A big believer in praise as well. Loves calling you a good girl and complimenting your pussy. Does it in front of others as well and loves to see your face blush-

• A slightly soft Dom. He's not a virgin and he did take care of his urges with random girls but when he met you he felt like he couldn't get it up for anyone else after that.

• Loves it when you're clinging to him and digging your nails into his back. He adores it entirely and if you leave scratches on his skin that make him bleed he always gets this smug smirk on his face ♡

• He doesn't mind if it ruins his tattoos either, he'd rather have the scratches you gave him than give a damn about a tattoo he got to become the boss of the company.

• He loves your moans. Something in him loves to slowly thrust hard to hit that particular spot just to hear you moan. And if you attempt to cover your mouth he gets agitated and grabs your hands to pin them above your head. When he does this, his free hand reaches for your thigh and begins to push under your knee to spread your legs and start thrusting faster.

• Honestly also loves to eat you out. He loves to overestimate you and lick you till your legs are shaking. Honestly, if he suffocates between your legs, it makes him get hard. A slight masochist but not too much-

• And gets super loving when you blow him. Loves to slowly drag his cock in and out of your mouth, and if you can throat him loves going even more slowly when he can feel his length sliding down ♡

• Not a big breeding kink. Honestly, the idea of kids frightens him as he wasn't treated too well as a child and he doesn't know how to treat children. But sometimes when he sees his cum leak out he can't help but wonder what you'd look like swollen with your legs spread.

• Likes to use toys when he's tired and sometimes out in public. Might use them as a punishment depending on how jealous he is.

• Absolutely addicted to kissing you. Can't help it when your lips look so cute when swollen from him latching onto your lips.

• Also has a thing for tits. Doesn't matter the size he just loves sucking on them. If you have nipple piercings he might just suck on them more or buy some jewelry for you that he thinks would look cute.

• Honestly loves coming home to you. His once boring and mundane life turned into a passionate and lust-filled one. Sometimes when he gets home to you he needs you no matter what you're doing or where you are. At this point, he's probably fucked you in every room including the terrace and porch.

• But even if he's jealous he always lets you cum. He can't help it cause he loves the way your face looks. He's a man who loves making love to you, even if that love is a little rough sometimes-

So don't let him get away okay? He'd be so terribly lonely without you and if he has to he'll fuck you dumb till there's no thought of leaving him in your head ♡

#.dante_morelli_♡#yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #soft yandere #yandere imagines #chubby reader #yandere hcs #yandere headcanons #yandere male x reader #yandere male #tw public sex #tw praise kink

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scaras-whore · 7 months

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scara smut! :3

modernau!scara (dom) x afab sub reader (0,8k words)

degradation, praise, electrostimulation, slapping, mean dom! scara, brat taming, fingering, breeding, edging, (scara and reader are in college) , soft aftercare :3 (do tell me if i missed something!!!)

the bell rang for lunch time and you ran from the class to the hallway and in the cafeteria to see your best friends and your boyfriend.. scara.

“hiii miko! hi childe!” you said while running to hug miko

“hiii scara!! i missed you!” you said and hugged him as you gave him a kiss

“hey there sleepyhead, i saw you sleeping in class from the window,”

“i missed you too though” he smiled and hugged you back.

while you were all talking , you suddenly had an idea.

“hey guys did you know that scara is actually very submissive in bed?” you suddenly said

scara’s smile (?) disappeared and he was glaring at you with his eyes widened

“hahahaha! i knew it” said childe

you could see scara’s face was getting angrier and angrier by the second and you knew you were in trouble.

“y/n come with me right now.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you to an empty classroom.

“you wanna act like that in front of them hm? you wanna be a brat?”

“n-no ‘m sorry i didn’t mean t-“

scara suddenly grabbed you by the collar and bent you over to a nearby desk

“shut the fuck up. you wanna act like a whore? i’ll treat you like one.” he said and yanked your skirt down

“you’re even wearing a skirt in school? filthy slut.”

“‘m not a slut!! i didn’t mean to really!”

“yeah?” he grabbed your jaw and turned your face towards him while giving you a hard slap on my cheek

“ow!!!” you whimpered and looked up at him

“that’s what you deserve you disgusting whore. you’re only worthy for being my toy aren’t you? filthy bitch.” he suddenly pulled your panties down and thrusted a finger inside of you making you moan out loud

“shut the fuck up,” he groaned while grinding against you and put two of his fingers in your mouth in order to shut you up

“mmf~~”

“stop whining. you wanna be a good girl for me? you want more hm? beg for it. beg for me to fill your slutty cunt with my fingers,” he said while putting his fingers out of your mouth so i could “beg”

“please scara! please, wanna be your good girl i want you to make me cum please!!”

“hmmm try a little harder will you?” he pulled his finger out and started to run it down your spine,

“please master! put them in please i want to feel your fingers inside of me!”

“good girl,” he smiled and thrusted three of his fingers inside of you

“ah~ t-too much!!”

“aww is it too much for my little slut? you don’t even deserve my fingers. be grateful you bitch” he pulled his fingers out of you just as you were about to cum

“n-no!! nooo please scara why??!” you moaned while bucking your hips into his hand in an attempt to get his fingers back inside of you.

“no. the only thing you’ll be cumming on today is my cock.”

he spread your legs and forced his cock inside of you

“mmgh!!! s-scara!”

“yeah? you like that slut?” he moaned and you suddenly felt an electric jolt on your clit

“HAH~ sc-scara! wh-wha-,”

“more hm? that’s what you’re gonna ask? always wanting more, always acting like a brat in front of our friends hm? you like the attention? you wanna act like a bitch slut in front of everyone? is that how slutty you are? disgusting bitch” he groaned and slapped your cheek making you moan loudly

“scara ‘m sorry! i’m only your slut no one else’s! i only want your attention so please make me cum please! gonna be so good for you!”

“yeah? you’re gonna be good?” he said while electrocuting you once more, making you whimper and moan in bliss.

“yes! promise!! only your good girl kuni!!”

“good girl” he started thrusting his cock inside of you even faster than before

“fuck.. i’m going to cum inside of you. you want that hm? dirty slut,”

“please! cum inside of me scara!!! ‘m gonna cum!”

you came at the same time and he came with a loud groan inside of you, pushing his cock out and pumping two fingers inside of your pussy to stop his cum that was leaking

“don’t waste a single drop. got it?”

“mhm! thank you scara~ thank you master!”

“you’re such a good girl y/n,” he kissed you and wiped my tears

“let’s go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up hm?”

“yes!”

“you’re still in trouble though. when we get to our dorm i won’t hold back.”

“fineeee whatever, i don’t really care anyways i love it when you’re rough with me” you winked at him and started putting your clothes on

“you’re such a whore but i love that so much about you. i love you , y/n.”

“i love you too scara” you said and kissed his lips softly

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche #genshin smut #genshin x reader #scaramouche.❣︎•*✧ ̊ⴰ #scara x you #tw.degradation #tw.edging #tw.slapping #tw praise kink #genshin impact #wanderer #wanderer smut

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rinhaler · 5 months

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Alexa, play - WUSYANAME - by Tyler, The Creator

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors. ✧. ┊ boyfriend!Yuuji Itadori x f!reader x bully!Megumi Fushiguro

Yuuji Itadori = the love of your life and best boyfriend you've ever had. He loves giving head and he's a total sweetheart. You thought his best friend Megumi would be just as sweet when he joined your art class. But, ugh, he's the worst!

disclaimer: this series is a re-upload from my old blog @fuwushiguro ! warnings will be added accordingly per chapter ♡ I'm going to upload chapters weekly until they're all moved from there to here !

chapter one: What Is Your Name, What Do You Bring?

18+, consensual sex, oral, face sitting, aftercare, disrespecting sex workers.

chapter two: Drown In Some Syrup

18+, consensual sex, oral, disrespecting sex workers, bullying.

chapter three: We Groove and We Dance

18+, dubcon/noncon, consensual dry humping, bullying, fingering, drugging, choking, degradation, bladder failure (NOT piss kink), vomiting, marking??? clubbing.

chapter four: Think Slow, ‘Cause I Move Fast

18+, exhibitionism, semi public, fingering, bullying, drugging mentions, bladder failure mention, vomiting mention, praise kink, brief fainting (ish).

Chapter Five: The Root Of The Apple

18+, panic attack, mental health issues, alcohol consumption, drug taking, bullying, drugging mention, bladder failure mention, marking mention, family drama.

Chapter Six: Smell Some Perfume, Head In The Wind

18+, (kinda) panic attack, cocaine use, familial issues, handjob, misogyny, dry humping (a little??).

Chapter Seven: We Can Sit and Talk, Baby, Get It Off

18+, consensual sex, sleepy slow sex, praise kink, water infection mention, sleeping difficulties, alcohol consumption, smoking, panic attack mention, drugs mention, family drama, arranged marriage mention, bullying.

Chapter Eight: It’ll Probably End With Me Being Forgot

18+, consensual sex, face sitting, praise kink, drug taking, bullying.

Chapter Nine: We Can Switch Off

18+, long distance relationship, slight intimidation and name calling, relationship pressure, family difficulties.

Chapter Ten: Get Your Passport, 'Cause We Runnin' Off

18+, PG chapter tbh, daddy kink mention??, attempted/thwarted bullying.

Chapter Eleven: One Minute, It's a Beautiful Scene

18+, PG chapter tbh!

Chapter Twelve: I Pick a Tail Number and We Could Be Tourists

18+, alcohol consumption, arguing, name calling, strong language lmao, PG chapter tbh!

Chapter Thirteen: I Got Your Bitch Movin'

18+, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia.

Chapter Fourteen: Bright Light, I'm Like a Moth

18+, dubcon, alcohol consumption, drug consumption, infidelity, gaslighting, manipulation, paranoia, degradation, handjob (m+f receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation.

Chapter Fifteen: Tell Me Where The Piece Go, 'Cause I'm Lost

18+, drinking, pining, arguing, etc.

Chapter Sixteen: I Think That I Got What You Need

18+, phone sex, praise kink, sex toys, substance abuse, pining, slut shaming, arguing, family drama??, etc.

Chapter Seventeen: I Value The Times That I Take You Out

18+, pet names, cheating, arguing, family drama, cocaine use, depression, (sort of suicide discussion), pining.

Chapter Eighteen: Call Me If You Get Lost

18+, pet names, cheating, family drama, smokin' weed!!, depression, blowjob, fingering, pining

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fuwushiguro · 2 years

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Photograph, oh my mind.

photographer!Satoru Gojo x model f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: My contribution to the DeLuxe Vault's doin' it for the fame sever collab. Enjoy!! Warnings: 18+, co-worker relationship??, strangers to lovers, love bites, dry humping, soft dom!Gojo, service dom!Gojo, oral (f receiving), tit sucking, reader has pubes!, consensual filming, nude photography, praise!kink, daddy!kink, creampie, hair pulling, fingering. Words: 4.4k

networks: @planetonet

The thought that someone like him would ever deem someone like you worthy enough to work with him is unfathomable. Truthfully, you thought there would be more chance of winning the lottery. After all, you’re nothing special.

You’re just you.

But he… he is the Satoru Gojo.

“Hello pretty girl… welcome.” he smiles at you.

He gestures to a plush white dome chair in front of his meticulously organised desk. It’s minimalist. An iMac to his left with a notebook and pen to the right. There’s short pile of published books on the desk too, some of them his own, and a bulky DSLR camera on top.

There’s a camera in his hand, too. It looks heavy. You can’t tell if he’s holding it up or if it’s pulling him down.

You take a seat and cross one leg over the other, a beaming grin on your face as you watch him circle his desk and sit in the chair behind it. He leans back in it, his foot resting on his knee and looking as lax as someone can at their place of work.

“I’m overjoyed to finally meet you, y’know…” he tells you, brilliant white pearls almost blinding you as he grins. You can’t tell whether it’s a smile for you or himself. “I gotta say, you’re even more gorgeous in the flesh.”

“M-Me? Oh… no.” you shake your head dismissively, sitting bolt upright and appearing as prim and proper as your body would allow. “I’m honoured to meet you; I couldn’t believe it when my agent told me you were in touch. I— I love your work. I have for a while…” you inform him, a warm flush of blood heats your face and you hope he doesn’t notice the way your hairline begins to dampen.

He merely snickers.

Thought he doesn’t specify if it’s because of what you said or how nervous you look.

“Really? How long is a while?” he queries, uncrossing his legs. The rests his elbows onto the pristine white desk and creates a flat surface with his hands to rest his head onto. He seems genuinely interested in hearing what you have to say.

“Well… I found your Instagram when you were posting your ‘Lips’ series.” you tell him. The confession has your gaze faltering from him, and instead looking down at your feet. You couldn’t bear to look in his eyes when he tells you that you’re too weird and obsessive to work with.

“Wow… that certainly is an awful while, isn’t it?” he smirks. “What did you think of ‘Lips’? I look back at it fondly but—”

“I love it. It’s one of my favourite things you’ve done, Mr Gojo. Actually I— no, never mind.”

“What?” he tilts his head quickly upwards hoping to coax whatever little secret you were harbouring out of you. All the while his head was swimming with the unintentional eroticism of you calling him by his title rather than his name. You’re so demure and precious; positively bashful from being here with him like this.

He observes you pick up the bag you had brought with you, assuming it was filled with spare clothes and other essentials women like to carry. But even he couldn’t hold in a delighted chuckle when you pulled out a copy of a book that also rested atop his desk.

“You’re a real fan, huh? You weren’t kidding…”

“I’m sorry. I even pre-ordered it… I love it so much and your art is so beautiful. I know this is the series that made you famous so it’s sort of nice to feel part of that, I guess… um, yeah, I’m sorry I’m a total weirdo.”

“Want me to sign it?” he asks you, earnestly.

“I’d really like that a lot, only if you don’t mind.” you reply, before you even finish your sentence he’s nodding and holding his hand out to you. He bites off his pen lid with his teeth and shoots it back down onto the desk. You watch him as he flips to the opening page and scribbles his name in masterfully. “Thank you so much for this.”

“It’s not a problem, sweetheart.” he expresses with another grin that you can’t help but find awfully attractive.

His smile is as beautiful as his art. A set of perfectly straight white teeth and a pair of plump lips that he definitely takes care of. You only wish he’d take off his sunglasses, you’d give anything to see his eyes in all of their glory.

“Well, we have something in common,” he starts, demanding even more of your attention than he’s already receiving. “I found you on Instagram, too.”

“Really? Small world…” you mumble to yourself, “There are tons of girls on there trying to be models, and I don’t get much attention compared to some of the others.”

“You have my attention. Complete and undivided, sweetheart. Been like that since the minute I saw you.” he explains. You feel your face getting hot again. He has a special way of speaking that makes you tingle. So much so that you need to squeeze your thighs to stop any building pressure, though once again, you hope he doesn’t notice.

“Um, thank you for the opportunity, Mr Gojo.”

“Of course. I’d be a fool to let a rare talent like you slip through my fingers. I’ll ask a few questions and then we can begin shooting, how does that sound?” he offers. You nod, simply, eager to get your first big modelling job underway. “Perfect… how long have you been modelling?”

“Only a year. But I used to love wearing my big sister’s high heels when I was a kid and pretending I was on a catwalk, if that counts.” you smile to yourself as you relive the memory. He begins writing in his notebook, laughing alongside you when you tell him your answer.

“Oh my God, you’re so cute.” he beams, and you can’t help but smile even wider. “I’m guessing this is your first big shoot. But what types of gigs have you booked before now?”

“Nothing major, um… a few sponsored product things on my socials. Um… some catalogue work too. I’m hoping I’ll get to do runway one day.”

“I’m sure you will,” he tells you casually, once again writing in his notebook. “Have you ever done a swimwear gig? Bikinis and coverups, things like that.”

“A handful of times. They’re my favourite since it’s usually a day in the sun!” you laugh softly at yourself. It’s like an awkward tic. You laugh at everything to make sure you sound playful and kind and hope it will alleviate any tension between you. Though it seems like you’ve fabricated tension out of thin air, Satoru Gojo is a nice guy.

“Mhmm, what about nude shoots?” he questions, a serious look on his face as he looks you dead in the eye. Carefully observing your features and the way that you answer.

“Um… no, nothing like that.” you tell him, honestly.

“Would you be willing to?” he continues.

“I— I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t think so.” you stumble over your words as you do your best to answer his questions.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you.” he expresses. He finishes writing and puts away his notebook and pen inside a drawer in the desk before resting his weight on top of it again. “Some people do, some don’t, and I’m fine with that. Do you know what this shoot is about?”

“My agent didn’t tell me much other than I have to do the shoot since it’s with you. But I would never have turned it down anyway.”

“Stop it… you’re so sweet you’ll rot my teeth.” he chuckles, “This project I’m working on is called ‘Intimate’. I’m collaborating with a celebrity I’m not allowed to namedrop yet. But that person will be choosing the best models and pictures for something… let’s say: life changing. How does that sound?”

“W-Wow… it— amazing. It sounds really amazing.”

“Oh, and in case you aren’t chosen, don’t worry. I’ll be including all of the models in my new book. So, would you like to get started?” he wonders.

“Yes, please!”

“Perfect answer, sweetheart.” he grins, standing upright and walking towards a door behind him. He holds it open and motions for you to walk through it. Quickly, you find your bag in your hand and you’re hurrying towards him and into the much darker room. “Now… this is the set-up we’ll be using, and our anonymous donor has gifted us with all of these outfits to choose from.”

There are five huge rails of clothing in the room. Each filled with a range of sleepwear, loungewear, and lingerie. The setting he mentioned is a huge fake bedroom. A large bed with gorgeous bedding and furniture decorate the space to make it look truly comfortable and homely.

“Intimate, isn’t it?” he speaks. You nod along, dumbly, but understanding why his project has been named so. “I believe that we are our most intimate selves inside of a bed. Whether it’s our own, a friends, lovers, strangers.”

“That’s really beautiful, Mr Gojo.”

“Heh, thank you, baby.” he replies graciously. “We have all day. You can dress yourself or let me decide what you’ll wear. I want to help you win. Are you in touch with yourself to know how to achieve that; or do you need someone else to take control of you?”

You turn away from him to look at the clothes, as well as to hide your flushed face and the way you’re biting your lip. He inspects you as you allow your fingertips to dance along the fabric of all of the clothing. There’s so much choice. So many options to choose from and you have no idea where to begin.

And he knows it.

And that is why it doesn’t surprise him one bit when you turn to him with a meek look on your face and a sparkle in your pleading gaze.

“Please help me, Mr Gojo.”

He smirks and saunters over to the clothing rails. There is an empty one you hadn’t initially noticed in the darkness of the room. He uses it to load his selection for you before wheeling it over to a changing curtain for you.

“Babe? I have some advice for you.” he starts. You stand in front of him as he towers over you, waiting to be showered in his worldly knowledge. “The modelling world, particularly catwalk, is incredibly fast paced.”

“I knew that already, Mr Gojo.”

“It’s so fast paced, that you’ll have to get used to letting people see you without clothes on. You’re not anywhere worthwhile if there isn’t ten pairs of tits in your face behind the scenes.”

He leaves you with that and starts to set up his lighting and cameras how he’d like them. Before you disappear behind the changing curtain, you notice him loading a camera onto a tripod. He’d hung up all of the outfits he’d like you to wear in order, so he’s delighted when you emerge from the curtain head to toe in the co-ordinated grey teddy loungewear set he picked for you. A little vest with long trousers and a long coverup gown.

“Oh, sweetheart. You’re a vision…” he smiles, tilting his head in the direction of the bed so that you’ll sit down. He looms above you, your neck craning backwards so that you can look each other in the eye. He pulls off his glasses and tosses them across the room, retreating away from you and picking up a black headband to keep his hair out of his face. “Will you let me touch your makeup?” he asks happily. You nod.

He approaches with a box filled to the brim with makeup. But instead of touching up, you see him pick up a face wipe and brings it closer to you.

“Ah! Don’t, I won’t win if I—”

“Intimate selves, remember? Let me take control sweetheart, promise it won’t be so bad.” he assures you.

You take a deep breath and allow him to do with you as he wishes. He spends some time removing your makeup, you don’t even realise until you hear him shuffle backwards and exhale deeply.

“So beautiful,” he tells you, two fingers and a thumb caressing your face whilst resting a makeup brush between his pinkie and ring finger. He rests down on the balls of his feet as he carefully paints your lips in a soft nude colour to match your features. He manages to coat the top lip with no issue, but your lower keeps fighting him and springing back into place. “Your bottom lip looks a little sore.” he informs you.

“O-Oh,” you stutter, accidentally biting your lip again.

“Ah, that’s the culprit.” he smirks, using the face wipe to take away the colour. “You look perfect as you are, you don’t need any of this shit.” he explains, throwing the brush back into the box and kicking it away.

You smile again, looking down as your vision catches Gojo’s camera around his neck. You look back to the one on the tripod and wonder why there is a need for two. But upon further inspection, you notice it flashing. A little red dot telling you there is a lurking eye spying on you.

“Mr Gojo…”

“Satoru is fine, y’know.”

“Satoru… are you filming this?”

“Oh, shit. Yeah, I got distracted and forgot to tell you. Me and you-don’t-know-who are making a little documentary out of this. It’s up to you whether you’d like me to film or not, I can shut it off. But you’ll need to sign some consent forms either way.”

“No, that’s okay. It sounds like fun!” you simper. He winks at you before ruffling your hair, pulling it out of its tie and letting it cascade around you.

“Show me what you can do.” he demands, holding his camera to his eye and watching you get into position from him.

Your ears ring with beep after beep with each flashing photograph taken. You’re in your element, though. Gojo notices it too. The way you’ve transformed from being so weak and timid to seductive and confident.

He isn’t letting you be photographed. You’re letting him photograph you.

Clothing becomes less and less as you work your way through the rail. You work your way through sets of lingerie and posing like you’re a cover girl for Playboy, you might even be worthy of being called a bunny.

You’re down to a pair of borg shorts and a mismatched bra. Gojo is on the bed with you, between your legs. With your back flat against the mattress and your head in the pillows, he takes numerous pictures of you looking flirtatiously into the lens.

“Satoru?”

“Yes, baby.”

“I changed my mind,” you start, prompting him to lower his camera. “I’d like you to photograph me nude.” you tell him without any hesitation or reluctance in your tone. It earns yet another grin from Gojo, who nods in acceptance of your sudden change of heart.

“Let’s make this a progression… unclasp your bra but don’t take it off.” he suggests.

You do as you’re told and lie in wait of what to do next. He simply returns to photographing you, which in turn leads to you posing some more. After a few more shutter sounds, he traces his finger across your collarbone to pull down one of the straps of the bra to your bicep.

It’s a sensual journey. One that carries on until one of your nipples peaks out from below the garish midnight blue bra that had been cupping your tits. He keeps snapping shots of you without pause, catching every inch of your true intimate self.

“Take it off now for me.” he instructs.

You pull it forward by the middle section until your breasts are being presented bare to him. There is a look in his eye. One that tells you he’s fighting against his primal urge to cop a feel and focus on the task at hand. And that, he does. A continuous string of photos are taken as you move and pose the best way you know how while your tits move beautifully along with you. Each movement forces a jiggle, one that Satoru Gojo is fighting to ignore.

He lowers the camera, you notice his hand reach towards you before he balls it into a soft yet defiant fist.

“You really are something, you know. So God damn beautiful.”

“Do you want to touch me, Mr Gojo?” you ask him, genuinely. You can’t deny the way this is making you feel. The way he is making you feel and has been making you feel since you stepped foot into his studio.

“I can’t.”

“You can, I—”

“It’s… it’s inappropriate. Maybe illegal? I’m not sure, but I can’t.”

“Mr Gojo… I can feel how hard your cock is. Please, just touch me.” you request, your voice almost whimpering as you practically beg for his contact. “It’s okay, really. I want you to touch me.”

He considers your words for a moment or two. And soon enough, he’s deciding that he can’t fight it anymore. He puts the camera down on the ground, freeing his hands so he can feel you and only you.

His hands are warm. He’s gentle with his touch, and his squeezing is soft. You mewl when his fingers and thumbs stray to your pert nipple.

“Gorgeous all around, hm? Even your moans are pretty.” he praises you.

You shudder as he lowers his mouth to your neck, kissing and suckling just enough to leave faint love bites as he carries on fondling your breasts. Soon he’s travelling south. Your collarbone is showered in tender affection and the same is gifted between the valley of your breasts.

“Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down.” Gojo informs you.

You look down at him, nodding, before he latches onto your breast to suckle and softly bite at it. You can feel yourself getting wetter by the second. Each word spoke, each touch and each kiss from his lips is rushing straight to your cunt and making you feel heady.

A surprised gasp leaves you as you feel him wrap his arms around your back. You feel a chill as you’re quickly manoeuvred so that he’s sitting upright on the edge of the bed and you’re straddling him. He cups the back of your head with one hand and lets his other rest firmly in the small of your back.

He kisses you, deeply. It’s slow and passionate. Dare you say, intimate. You’re licking each other’s tongues gently as it continues to progress. Your hips rut against his throbbing hard-on through his dress-pants.

“You’re so perfect, baby. I knew I had to have you when I saw you.” he admits, it makes you giggle and throw your head back. He takes the opportunity to kiss your neck even more.

He picks you up again and keeps you on the edge of the bed. His fingers delve into your shorts, pausing only to ask, “May I?”

“I— I haven’t shaved. I’m sorry, I know I should have for a modelling job I just—”

You yelp as he tugs off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. He holds your legs open, and you can no longer support yourself. Your body collapses into the mattress as he examines your sex. He lets your legs relax as he pushes two fingers between your lips. They don’t enter you; he’s just enamoured by the wet and sticky sounds echoing around the room. His thumb brushes over your pubic hair, he notes the texture of it and his eyes roll back into his head.

“I like girls like you. I prefer girls like this.” he informs you. He picks up your legs again to move them over his shoulders. And just as he’s about to delve into your folds, he pauses. He takes a firm hold of your ankle and brings it closer to his face. He sniffs carefully and does the same with the other, kissing them both before putting them back where they were. “Did you put perfume on your ankles? It’s like you expected something like this to happen…” he smirks, pulling your warm flesh closer to him by your thighs.

“I— I didn’t know… but ‘m glad I did!” you reply.

He smiles once more before burying his face in your cunt. The way he laps and laves at your clit is masterful. Your fingers begin to rake through his hair, and you start to pull in an attempt to steady yourself. He groans, and it almost sounds pleasurable. You think he might like getting his hair pulled.

He slavers his tongue down from your pulsing clit to your drooling entrance. Savouring the taste and mixing it with his own saliva to make you a sopping mess.

He uses it all to his advantage. You’re forcing him closer into you with each pull of his hair, you think you might die if he stops. He slips a finger inside of you; followed by a second, which is your complete undoing.

“’m cumming!” you announce, loud enough for everyone in the building to hear, probably. You reach your climax, writhing and pulsating on the bed beneath you all while Gojo tries to drink every last drop of the mess you’ve made of yourself and him. “F-Fuck… you wore me out G-Gojo…”

“Get bored of calling me Mr Gojo?” he asks jokingly, spurring you on to chuckle at his comment.

“Are you into that?” you wonder.

“Babe,” you look up and observe him as he climbs on top of you, caging you in beneath him. “I don’t care if you call me mister, sir, Satoru, daddy. It doesn’t matter. ‘Cause you’re gonna be babbling so dumb when I fuck you.”

“Y-You wanna fuck me? Right now?”

“Yeah, right now.” he tells you as he holds you up in his arms and then places you back down the right way in the bed. “Oh, by the way, I wouldn’t oppose to daddy if you have a desire to yell something out for me.” he adds as he opens your legs for you.

You giggle at the thought of calling him daddy; seeing how it’s one of your favourite names to yell out in bed, too. You observe him as he unzips his trousers, pulling them down to his knees so that you can see the thick, long imprint of his cock bulging against his underwear. When you look up, you notice him staring at you and smirking all the while, forcing you to look away in humiliation. He pulls down his boxes slowly, only revealing the base and his own pubic hair. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and throws it aside, taking note of how patiently you’re waiting for him.

“You look so sweet f’me, sweetheart. Waiting for daddy’s cock like a good girl.” he grins. It forces you to bite your lip again, watching in anticipation for him to pull down his underwear enough for you to see him. Really see him.

His cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen. A little shimmer of pre decorating his six pack. He’s huge. Thick and veiny with a perfectly rounded tip. It’s dusted with a shy shade of pink and it’s leaking so deliciously.

So much so that you stick your tongue out and attempt to taste him. He pushes you back down, though, and traps you in his arms.

“Not now, angel, next time.” he speaks.

“Next time?”

“Yeah, I want to see you again. I want to take more pictures of you and I wanna eat your pussy again. And after this… I know I’m gonna wanna fuck you again.” he tells you, lining his cock up with your eager hole and slowly plunging inside. “Mmmpff, so tight. Such a pretty, tight pussy.” he huffs, taking his time to bottom out inside of you.

“Ah—! S-Shit, daddy. Think you’re in my throat…” you moan. He snickers before setting an almost idle pace. Doing his best to get you accustomed to his size. “F-Faster… please go-o faster, d-daddy.” you request. He kisses your cheek and picks up more speed.

And more speed.

His hips are slamming against yours and you’re both moaning uncontrollably. His mouth is level with your ear and the reverse is also true. Both of you humming and groaning lustful sounds into each other’s ears as you enjoy giving into your natural instincts.

He wasn’t wrong about you babbling complete nonsense. You think with each pummel of his thrusts accompanied with the sweetest praise you’ve ever received both your brain and internal organs have turned to goo.

You can’t even tell him you’re about to cum you’re so fucked out. But he knows. Your body gives you away as your pussy clenches around him, sucking him in deeper than either of you thought he could go. And with that, your insides are pulling him right over the edge of his own orgasm right along with you, flooding your walls with his cum.

He’s sweating, and panting.

You both are.

You begin to giggle as he lowers his head to kiss your neck again. Your eyes are closed and your head rolls to the side as he continues tickling you with his lips. When your eyes open, you gasp shallowly as your eyes lock with the blinking light of the filming camera. Gojo’s head raises to see what’s wrong.

“We forgot about the camera…”

“Oh, shit. Got carried away, didn’t we?” he laughs. “Don’t worry, I’ll delete it. Or cut it out. I’ll do something.” he tells you, an assuring twinkle in his heavenly eyes.

“Thanks, Satoru.”

“But first…” he tells you, rolling off of you and lying by your side and inviting you to rest your head on his chiselled chest. “Like I said, we’ve got all day. Why don’t we order some food and watch it back before it’s gone forever?” he suggests, and it’s quite an enticing offer. You pretend to think about it before nodding excitedly.

He holds you, though. Like you’re delicate and need him to keep you safe. And you can’t deny that it’s nice. Someone you’ve adored and looked up to for so long is treating you like you’re precious. Like you’re special.

“I like sushi… by the way.” you tell him, quietly.

“Then we’ll order sushi.”

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jammysworks · 9 months

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smut after the cut

18+ MDNI

warnings: oral (male receiving), language, gagging, a hint of hair grabbing, mention of y/n, grinding/dry humping (fem!reader grinds against a pillow and jeremiah), deep throating, jere bear is a little bit of a head pusher but it’s ok bc it’s him <33

i can’t stop thinking about giving jeremiah fisher a blow job. reaching the tip of his dick only to dive back down creating a light gagging noise to come from you. just grinding against the pillow underneath of you searching for some sort of release.

seeing jere react like this just increases your pleasure by 100%. his hand instinctively reaching and grabbing your ponytail to push you back down when he feels your mouth hallow out around the peak of him. he loves the noises you make whenever your nose hits against his pelvis when you suck him off like this; drool all over your lips adding a glistening shine to the small patch of blonde curls right above the bottom of his dick. your hands laying on the surface of each of his thighs, hips twitching and grinding against the cotton material beneath you. you put it there to support your knees but you couldn’t help but squirm and moan at the friction it was providing.

your hips jutting and pausing when you heard jere let out a deep groan. “fuckk y/n. i’m gonna cum” the movements of your lips only beginning to speed up as you continued to deep throat his dick until you felt the warm salty liquid of his release fill and intoxicate your mouth, cheeks slightly puffing out as you swallowed it all. you quickly jumped up and placed yourself onto his lap; your naked and bare pussy grinding against his semi-hard cock. the tip already beginning to leak pre cum again.

his hands grip onto your hips to get some kind of stability as he aided you in pushing yourself back and forth against his crotch. “feels s’ good jere!” you whined out, head dripping down to look at the mess you were making; slick painted his dick, the wetness allowing you to fasten your movements against him, your clit rubbing in just the right spot.

your orgasm began to bubble in your stomach, your hips squirming and twitching only to be pushed down harder against jeremiah, “don’t run from it.” he replied to your antics. you squealed as your felt the knot pop and your cream coat him even more than before. “there ya go. just like that baby..” he whispered against your ear, helping you ride out your long waited orgasm.

i’m actually kinda proud of this one feel free to request things lovelies!! <33

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albaedough · 2 years

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Woven Secrets

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Word count: 3.8k+

Characters: Pantalone and Childe

Pairings: DaddyDom!Pantalone x AbyssPrincess!Reader x Master!Childe

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ DD/LG, Princess play, oral(giving and receiving), creampie, double facial, threesome, multiple orgasms, masturbation, public sex, exhibitionism, squirting, fingering, power play, voyeurism, sub/dom dynamics, penetration, choking

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings

Special thanks to Silver for bouncing ideas back and forth with me and providing some awesome quotes!

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Pantalone/ Childe

"Princess—,"

A familiar voice calls as you peek up from the solace of your blankets with a sleepy yawn, hair disheveled and sleep still lingering in your eyes.

"Come now, let me help pick you out something to wear, or we'll be late for Daddy's meeting," the voice continues, pulling back the curtains to allow a beam of sunlight to shine into the room as you squint.

Eyes adjusting, you're met with the gentle expression of Pantalone, who now strides over to you to sit on the side of the bed as you beam at him, "Daddy~! I had so many good dreams of you that I didn't even want to wake up," you explain, pouting, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Is that so~?" Pantalone chuckles, "Well, I'm pleased to hear that, but we really must be getting ready, come on, up you go," he says gently, swiftly picking you up in his arms and carrying you to the entrance of the wardrobe, then promptly putting you down, "Tell me, Princess, what color would you like to wear today?"

"Pink! With lots of lace~!" you say, bubbling over with excitement at the thought of being adorned with soft pink silks and beautifully crafted lace, "And bows!" you add, picturing your dream outfit as if it was already on your petite frame.

"Oh, my precious Doll. Daddy has just the dress for you. You'll look stunning when I'm finished dressing you," Pantalone says gently, a small smile appearing across his lips as he looks down at you. Opening up the wardrobe, Pantalone rummages through the bountiful closet, pulling out the dress of your dreams.

Eyes growing wide, you study the fine detail on the dress. A soft pink dress made of silk with golden detailing hung out in front of you. Taking hold of it, you notice how heavy it is due to the many petticoats, but upon further inspection, it was adorned with lace around the sleeves and collar, and placed directly in the back was a large bow. Giving an excited squeal, you lunge toward Pantalone as he catches you by your waist, "It's perfect~ Just what I wanted, Daddy," you state proudly, kissing Pantalone on the cheek softly.

"Good, this one was a gift from young Master Childe, and we'll see him today. I'm sure he will be pleased," Pantalone says with a smile, and you freeze for a moment.

Your Master, Childe, could be a tad harsher than Pantalone, yet, you didn't mind his advances or harsh words; after all, you were their toy. A plaything of sorts, one they can doll up and tease relentlessly any time they desire. Yet, Pantalone always ensures you are comfortable, for you are his precious Princess.

"Master will be there too?!" you say, eyes twinkling, "C-can you make me extra pretty?" you ask sweetly, wanting to impress your young Master.

"Princess, you are already stunning," Pantalone explains, pulling your night dress up over your head, "Just look at you~," he coos, guiding you toward the mirror, your bare body staring back at you. You blush deeply, covering yourself up, "Don't cover yourself up, Darling. Let me take a good look at you," Pantalone continues; a glint of hunger flashes across his eyes as he licks his lips.

"Yes, Daddy…" you say, dejected, slowly removing your arms and placing them at your side.

Coming from behind you, Pantalone wraps one of his arms around you, grasping your chin, so you face toward the mirror, "Simply astounding, Princess," he murmurs, licking his lips, "Princess, must you always look so appetizing?" Pantalone persists, and you blush heavily, avoiding his eye contact, "I must say, Daddy knows just how you can please him today, but not now; we must get you dressed."

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Getting ready was no easy feat as you whine when he brushes through your hair to style it. With simple words of affirmation, Pantalone finally calms you down as he puts the final touches on your look. Standing proud beside you, he gives you a knowing look that his work here is done.

Dolled up in what could only be a dress made for a Princess, you beam at him, giving him a twirl, "I feel so pretty, Daddy! Thank you so much~," you say, clasping your hands together happily.

"As you should, Princess," he says, smiling, "Now, let's be off, shall we?" Pantalone extends his arm for you to grab on, and you nod.

The walk to the meeting hall was lively as your small heels clicked happily along the grand marble flooring as you chirped and hummed along, admiring your pretty dress along the way. When the two of you arrive, you're greeted by ten familiar figures, and suddenly, your chest becomes tight until you see a friendly firey orange-haired young man with playful sapphire eyes. Smiling sweetly at him, you curtsy adorably, "Greetings to the Harbingers, loyal and true to the Tsaritsa," you say, the young Master giving you the courage you needed to greet the others.

"You may rise, Princess," a tall man with half a mask says, approaching the two of you, who is none other than Pierro, The Joker. He bows swiftly at your presence, and you take a step back to hide behind Pantalone, who gently squeezes your hand protectively, assuring you that everything will be okay.

"Now that we are all accounted for, take your seats and let the meeting commence," Pierro states, leading everyone into the grand meeting room.

You take your seat upon Pantalone's lap, your favorite place to sit, and claiming a seat next to you is Childe, who grins at you mischievously. You smile sweetly at him and giggle, leaning toward him, "Hello, Master~ I wore this dress just for you," you whisper in his ear.

Pantalone, not liking the attention you were providing Childe, he squeezes your hips to keep you still as you wriggle uncomfortably on his lap, grazing his clothed manhood with your bare ass. He hitches in a breath, loving the thought of you not wearing any undergarments, "You must be quiet, Princess. The meeting is starting," he says, delivering Childe a slight glare.

"As you all were made aware, there have been recent sightings of Treasure Hoarders attacking unarmed caravans," Pierro starts, folding his hands under his chin, "We must get to the bottom of this as they're targeting ones we have been. These materials they're stealing are detrimental to the success of the Tsaritsa. I suspect someone has been leaking information to them."

Getting antsy and drowning out the meeting, you adjust your hips once more, and Pantalone lets out a very quiet groan in your ear, and you perk up, starting to feel his hardened cock across your thigh. Covering your mouth so you wouldn't gasp, you blush furiously, "Princess; you're making Daddy very hard. ." he murmurs in your ear.

"I-I'm sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to," you whisper back, catching the eye of Pierro, who clears his throat and continues his discussion.

In the meantime, Pantalone grabs hold of your inner thigh underneath your dress, gently trailing his fingers across your delicate skin, causing you to make a flustered facial expression. You feel him smirking behind you, "D-daddy. ." You whine quietly, feeling your gut clench from excitement.

"Princess," Pierro's sudden voice rang through the meeting hall, causing you to flinch, "If you cannot behave, I must ask you to return to your quarters."

"My apologies, 1st," Pantalone says, "I'll be sure to keep her in check," he continues, his fingers persisting to trail upwards, lingering just shy of your wet folds, and you whimper, nodding in agreement, "Say you're sorry, Princess."

"My sincerest apologies, my Lord; I'll be a good girl," you say with a bow of your head, squirming your hips against Pantalone's dick in return, excited for more.

And lifting you briefly, Pantalone slams you back down, keeping you pinned against him, "Take Daddy's cock out for him, will you?" he says quietly, pressing his lips against your ear.

You comply, not wanting to cause any more disturbances, subtly reaching below the table to hoist up your skirt, doing quick work to release his twitching cock, and it's fast to find itself between your thighs as it rests against your slick cunt. Pushing your hips forward, you want to whimper, but stop yourself.

Slowly Pantalone guides his dick into your hole, and you cover your mouth as you feel the presence of his cock insert your cunt, "Best be quiet, Princess. Daddy doesn't want to get caught," Pantalone murmurs against your ear and, with a smirk, thrusts his hips into you gently, causing you to bite your lip with pleasure, wanting so badly to call out his name.

Childe, taking notice of your facial expressions, lets out a quiet chuckle, knowing precisely what's happening. And leaning toward Pantalone, he whispers something into Pantalone's ear, and Pantalone nods.

Suddenly you feel Childe's firm grip upon your thigh, and you look toward him with a confused expression, and he winks at you, smirking mischievously. Between Pantalone's gentle thrusts and Childe's grip, you want to scream. Slowly Childe's hand trails toward your clit, flicking it roughly, and you let out a tiny squeak, promptly covering your mouth, hoping no one else heard you.

Once you realize no one paid any mind, you start to grind your hips to the rhythm of Pantalone's thrusts, feeling his cock twitch inside of you; you spread your legs further apart, giving Childe more room to ruthlessly tease your clit. Needing so badly to cry out, your breathing becomes shallow, and feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head, you close your eyes to cover up your pleasure.

As Pierro continues the conference, the other Harbingers give their takes; all the while, Pantalone calmly lifts your hips up and roughly pushes them back down while Childe twists and flicks at your clit, over and over again.

"D-Daddy, Mas-master, I-I can't take it anymore," you manage to say quietly between heavy breaths as you continually ride Pantalone's dick. You were indebted to the dress you were wearing. Otherwise, you were sure you'd get caught.

"Easy now, Doll, you're doing so well. Remember, you can't let anyone hear you~," Childe coos quietly into your ear.

"11th. Must I ask you to leave as well?" Pierro barks; now all attention is on the three of you.

"Oh, no. Not at all~! I was just telling the Princess here that the meeting is almost over, that's all. Besides, she's looking a little antsy, no?" Childe says with a grin, his fingers continuing to run circles around your clit as you squirm.

The bastard.

And leaning toward you, Childe places a gentle kiss on your cheek and, pulling away; he gives you a knowing smile, "Yes, your Lordship, what Master Childe says is the truth," you say, trying to keep your voice steady as you bounce up and down on Pantalone's dick, all the Harbingers now looking directly at you, taking notice of your squirming as they give you a quizzical look, "I-I'm just tired is all," you state, your voice faltering.

"Very well. We'll wrap this up; the meeting is adjourned!" Pierro proclaims as the Harbingers scatter, but Pierro stays behind, "I trust the Princess will be better behaved next time, 9th; she is under your care after all," he says, placing a rough hand on Pantalone's shoulder.

"She shall get proper punishment; I assure you, 1st," Pantalone smiles as Pierro leaves the room, leaving you, Childe, and Pantalone alone.

And finally, a moan escapes your pretty lips, "D-Daddy, Master. . .please," you plead with a willingness.

"Yes, Princess?" they both say, hunger in their voice.

"F-fuck me good~," you murmur, and that was all Pantalone needed to lift you off his cock and place you onto the table, spreading your legs wide and hitching up your dress to expose your sensitive, raw cunt.

"Young Master Childe has been waiting patiently for you; why don't you please him next, Princess?" Pantalone speaks, his cock still throbbing for more, but he has other plans to take care of it, "I've prepped you long enough~," he coos, moving a strand of hair from your face and behind your ear as you nuzzle into the warmth of his hand.

"Yes, Daddy~, anything for you or Master," you say eagerly, lifting your dress even further so Childe can get a good look at you.

Smiling, obviously pleased at the state of your cunt, Childe cuts in between you and Pantalone, aligning himself with your folds as he takes out his massive cock, "Be a good little Doll and scream out my name," he insists, slowly pushing in the tip of his girth, and you squeal.

While adjusting to the thickness of Childe's dick Pantalone gets onto the table on his knees, his cock still hard from the previous ordeal, and he positions himself close to your mouth,

"You'll suck Daddy's cock, won't you, Princess?" he asks sweetly, his voice dripping like honey.

"A-ah~, M-master!" you call out toward Childe, who now picks up his pace, groaning. And nodding toward Pantalone, you eagerly wrap your hand around his cock and start making circles around the tip of his head with your tongue, tasting the mildly salty flavor of his precum and your own slick. Bobbing your head up and down on his shaft, Pantalone grabs your hair, gently pulling on it, and you moan onto his cock, causing vibrations, and he groans.

"F-fuck, Doll. I hate to interrupt, but your pussy is so tight for your Master~," Childe coos, thrusting his hips roughly into you, and Pantalone shoots him a glare.

"Don't you dare cum in my Princess' cunt or make them take that low-quality semen of yours, 11th," Pantalone seethes with a groan as you continue sucking and moaning on his cock.

Yet unbeknownst to you, Childe was tipping over the edge from how tight you are for him, your walls clenching around his girth perfectly, as if your wet cunt was explicitly made for him, and it drove him crazy. Digging his fingers deeper into your hips, he pulls you closer to him roughly, and his hot cum spills all over your insides as you cry out onto Pantalone's dick.

In a relaxed fit of rage, Pantalone lunges toward Childe, grabbing hold of his neck, and Childe lets out a pleasurable moan as Pantalone glares daggers at him.

Putting up his hands in defeat, he pulls his cock out of you as his cum dribbles out. With his finger, Childe shoves it back in with a smirk, "C'mon; I didn't mean it~!" he says sheepishly, continuing to thrust his fingers in and out of you, "Our little Princess just felt so good~!" he coos, allowing Pantalone to squeeze his neck harder as he lets another moan escape his lips, his cock twitching.

"I'll make you beg you never said that," Pantalone says with a menacing smile as he removes a bundle of rope from his coat, "Pardon me, Princess. I must tie this menace up for defiling you like that," he says sweetly, leaning down to kiss your forehead and removing his cock from your mouth, a strand of your saliva hanging from it.

And hopping down from the table, Pantalone pushes Childe onto the chair, grabbing his cock and twisting it, making Childe crumble and submit as another heavenly groan escapes Childe's quivering lips, "S-sir~! Please don't be so vicious; you know I can't resist our Princess…or you for that matter!" Childe confesses with a grin, yet Pantalone disregards him, slapping his cock away from his hand in disgust, quickly tying him up, much to Childe's protests.

"Now, Princess—, be an excellent little Doll for Daddy and make Master Tartaglia want what he can't have," Pantalone says, a ravenous glint in his eyes as he smiles sweetly at you, "Spread your legs back open, Darling," he continues. You succumb, spreading your legs wide, so your slick wet cunt is in clear view of Childe, "That's my girl, now touch yourself. Make yourself feel good for me."

"Yes, Daddy~" you coo, still riding out your own pleasurable high as you reach for your womanhood with your dainty fingers, gently starting to stroke yourself, "Daddy says you've been naughty, Master~," you say, small moans escaping your lips as you put on a show for them.

Childe licks his lips hungrily, "Oh fuck yeah, baby, if only I could stuff my face with your pussy!" he declares, a ravenous smile playing on his lips.

Ignoring Childe's pitiful attempts at begging, Pantalone turns to you and smiles, "That's it, Princess. . .you're doing so well~! Do you want Daddy's help?" he coos happily, obviously pleased with the show you're putting on.

"Please, D-daddy, m-make me feel good~," you beg between breathless moans, inserting a finger into your hole.

"Gladly," Pantalone murmurs as he steps in front of you, blocking Childe's view, "Let's give him what he can't have~," he continues, getting back down on his knees, pushing your legs further apart, "Remove your precious fingers, Princess. Daddy will take care of you from here."

And doing as he says, you remove your fingers as Pantalone gives a long slow lick to your cunt, "A-ah~!" you gasp at the gentle touch of his tongue as it flicks against your clit, causing you to shudder, biting down on your knuckle.

Pantalone digs his fingers into your thighs, his tongue giving special attention to your clit before shoving his tongue into your cunt, lapping up your juices eagerly. Using his thumb, he stimulates your raw clit, with gentle circular motions, and you groan, toes curling in delight as your hands find his head and entangle in his hair.

"Fuck me," Childe groans, struggling with the tightness of the ropes that bound him. His cock twitches at the sight before him, and he can feel himself tipping over the edge again, "M-more. Show me more. S-sir~ Please," Childe begs.

Pulling away from your dripping cunt, Pantalone sighs, "Do you truly want a taste of our beloved Princess?" and Childe nods eagerly in response, and getting up, much to your dismay, Pantalone calmly walks over to Childe, "I suppose I'll forgive you, here's your reward, young Master Tartaglia," Pantalone says mischievously, leaning down and sealing his lips against Childe's, pushing his tongue through Childe's parted lips.

Eagerly accepting Pantalone, his tongue wraps around his as he tastes a familiar sweet but bitter flavor, and Childe's cock can't stop twitching as he groans into the kiss. And pulling away, Childe beams, "Goodness, Princess~ You taste sooo good!" he coos affectionately, "Thank you for indulging me, Sir~," he says happily.

"Dadddyy~," you whine, ignoring Childe's praises, "What about my kisses?" you ask innocently, tilting your head to the side adorably.

"Goodness me, Darling. Daddy didn't forget about you, don't you fret," Pantalone says, turning to face you. He leans down, gently kissing your lips, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back thoroughly.

You're first to pull away, and you turn to stick your tongue out at Childe, who simply grins at you, "Shall we make our Princess cum?" Childe chirps up.

"You mean I," Pantalone states, now flipping you over on your stomach with a gentle thud, much to your surprise. And aligning his cock with your folds, he slides it in with ease as you groan, "After all, I'm the one who isn't tied up right now~," he jests awfully.

"M-master~ Daddy's cock feels so good," you tease, little moans fleeing your lips, wriggling your hips to take the entire length of his girth. Not as large as Tartaglia's, Pantalone's cock still did its job at hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, your cries starting to echo throughout the meeting hall, "Y-yes—yes! Ooh, Daddyy~," you whimper under him pitifully.

"That's right, Princess, you're so tight for me," Pantalone says between gasps of pleasure. Clutching onto your hips, his thrusts are more brutal and faster, and you begin to squeal as your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Good girl, tell Daddy and Master how much you love my cock!"

"I-I love it, D-daddy~," you coo in exhilaration as Pantalone continues to pound into your soaking cunt, his balls hitting your clit just right, and feeling your toes beginning to curl, you can't seem to hold back any longer, "I-I'M GONNA C-CUM~," you scream delightfully.

Grabbing a fistful of your hair Pantalone tugs your head back roughly, "Be as loud as you want, Darling. . . It doesn't matter if others hear. They'll just have to accept that they'll never have you," he states, shooting a glare in Childe's direction who had somehow freed one of his hands and is stroking his cock to this pleasing sight.

Your moans grow louder as he grabs hold of your hair, and, with one final thrust, your walls burst as your cum comes squirting out all over his cock and onto his pants. Pantalone groans at the clenching of your walls and the fact you had left a stain upon his pants, but before he cums, he pulls out abruptly, "Turn around for me, Princess~, let me paint your beautiful face," he coos, stroking his cock with his hand, nearing his edge.

"Anything for you, Daddy, but you must show Master too. Otherwise, he'll feel left out~!" you say adorably, turning around, facing Pantalone's manhood.

"Our Princess is so kind~," Childe says happily, now entirely freeing himself from his restraints as he stands next to Pantalone with a smug grin, "Let us cum on her face, shall we, 9th?" and you blink at them with your big doe eyes.

"Fine, I suppose I'll accept this time, " Pantalone complains as Childe positions his cock to your face.

But you had other plans for them; taking both cocks with each hand, you begin jacking them off slowly, peppering each one with slow sensual kisses and taking turns sucking them both off. Your tongue trails delicately over their girths as they moan together, "H-hng, P-Princess~," they say, breathless. You now have them at your mercy as you show them what a good girl you are, taking their cocks simultaneously.

Not being able to contain themselves any longer, their cocks start twitching in your hands, and you pull away from them as their hot seed splatters all over your adorable expression. Licking your lips, all you can taste is salt and bitterness, but to you, it wasn't bad, so you beam up at them, "Daddy and Master taste so yummy~," you babble happily, your face showing how high you are off of lust.

"Well done, Princess~," they both chime in joyfully, pulling you up to a comfortable position, and you comply, their cum still dripping down your face, and they each pull you into a sweet kiss. Childe's being rough and hungry for more, while Pantalone's kiss left you wanting more short, sweet ones as you melt into each loving kiss.

This will be my own woven secret; you think to yourself as each of the young men before you place gentle kisses on each of your hands at a job well done, "Remember Princess, the best kept secrets are woven like lace."

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