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mysicklove · 5 months

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cw: sub! megumi, dom! gn! reader, overstimulation, handjobs (as always), dacryphilia, slight sadism in reader, slight masochism in megumi? teasing, "good boy" used once.

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a/n: i have been recently hating my writing style guys what do I do </3 also I did this instead of hw so tonight is gonna suck.

“waitwaitwaitwait!” megumi mumbles into your neck for the third time this night. you feel another round of tears drip onto your collarbone, and shaky hands grip your t-shirt in a plea. he was naked — his pale skin seeming to flush a shade of red, and his spine was curved as he caved in over himself.

your thumb circles around the tip, teasing it until you watch another glob of precum bead at his slit. you crane your neck to look at him, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to press a small kiss to his lips. “doing so good,” you mumble into his mouth, and he lets out a broken sob, “staying still and taking it. we don’t need any rope today.”

his whole body feels to be on fire, and with every stroke of your hand, a whole new wave of overstimulation forces another shiver. the boy's mouth hangs open, lip glistening from a mix of saliva from your mouth and tears. “you’re so mean to me."

“poor thing,” you coo, knowing that you aren't going to do anything about his complaint. instead, you use your thumb to brush away some tears. he sniffles at you, nodding his head to hopefully coax some more praise. but your mind travels back to your movements, your wrists twisting back and forth as you focus on the red tip. “but you look so cute like this, i can’t help it, y’know that.”

his head falls back onto your shoulder, and immediately, he plants kisses on your neck, nibbling at the skin to try and distract himself. the top of his dark hair was matted with sweat, but the tips of it tickled your collarbone. you use your thumb to rub at his cheek as you continue to stroke him off, ignoring his sporadic jerks of pain. “can you cum again? just one more time, for me?”

the noise megumi lets out is meek, pathetic even, and he shakes his head into your chest. he has begun to hiccup from the intensity of his sobs, and his hand hasn't moved from gripping fiercely at your shirt. "last one," he breathes, rubbing his nose into your skin, "p-promise its the last one!"

you grab his face again with one hand and begin to pepper it with kisses, successfully wiping away more tears as he whines with shut eyes. his eyelashes are globbed together, and when he opens them again, he narrows them at you, slightly peeved and scared at your lack of response. "promise," he manages to get out before he bites his lip from you rubbing your pointer finger over his slit.

"fine, fine, I promise," you concede, and your hand stops teasing him, instead fully pumping him from base to tip. the act makes his thighs tremble, and you push them slightly more apart to give you easier access. the redness of his cock contrasts his pale skin adorably, and you can't help you're staring as he continues to leak.

"it hurts," he whimpers, mostly to himself, because all he can think about is how overwhelmed he feels. his thoughts are spinning, and even just the slightest touches on other parts of his body seem to startle him due to him focusing his entire attention on trying not to rip your hand off of his cock.

you don't pay attention to the whine, instead just pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, nibbling gently at the flesh while he sniffles. but, even with all the complaints and whines he was letting out, you've noticed that his hips have begun to buck back into your hand, only making the lewd noise louder. he tries to pretend that it was you who was torturing him, but his movements were of his own free will.

"you like it now?"

"no!" he says much too quickly, flashing you panicked eyes. "i-i just. 's not my fault!" at this point, you have fully stopped your movements just to watch in admiration of the boy. he was desperate in his movements, and with each thrust of his hips into the makeshift hole a coo leaves your mouth.

"aw, look, now you're getting excited. do you want to cum, megumi?" you purr, brushing his bangs back while twisting your other wrist. his eyes roll back, and his mouth remains open as he lets out quick, short breaths. now, his noises consisted more of moans rather than pained whimpers as he started to chase his high.

"n-no—yes. fuck I-" is all he manages to get out before your mouth is pressed onto his. but he pulls away only five seconds later due to his rapid heartbeat and the need for oxygen to keep up with it. you just chuckle at him and increase your speed, eyes flickering from the sight between his legs and his flushed face.

his thighs begin to squeeze shut, and his moans begin to increase in pitch, a telltale sign that he is teetering near his high. you chuckle at him when he begins to latch onto your neck, planting sloppy kisses to whatever surface he can. "are you close?"

he doesnt even attempt to speak, instead just nodding his head lazily. the act makes you roll your eyes and squeeze just a tad too hard on his dick in warning. he lets out a squeak at the feeling, and this time he does speak up. "yeah. yes. yes. c-close."

you pet his head, satisfied with his answer. "good boy. you can cum, alright?"

another set of tears pools in his eyes, and this time you cock your head to the side. "why are you crying 'gumi? I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"

"no," he sniffles, "sorry d-dont stop. feels good, don't know why I'm crying. just don't stop!"

"relax. relax. I'm not," you reassure, kissing his face again. "you're lucky you are so cute, with all your demands."

he ignores you like he usually does when you tease him, but you are unsure if it is because he is being his usual self or because he is lost in pleasure.

seconds later, his hands grab at your shoulder, and he goes silent for a breath. then, just as the first rope shoots out, he cries, "cuming! of fuck. fuck!"

your lover's entire body quivers, and his mouth latches into your skin as the first wave washes over him. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with a silent scream. more tears come tumbling down his face, and you watch as the most pathetic amount of cum tonight comes dribbling out. it slides down his flushed cock and mixes with the movements of your hands.

eventually, when he comes down from his high and feels the stinging lick of overstimulation once again, he immediately forces your hand off, pinning the white-stained limb to the ground with frantic eyes. then he turns to you, even with his body jerking every couple of seconds from the aftershock, and glares at you — it doesn't hold much effect, considering his cheeks were flushed red and eyelashes were wet with tears, but it was cute nonetheless. "no. more."

you grin at the demand and use your clean hand to ruffle his hair. "your wish is my command, princess."

he narrows his eyes at the nickname, and the man tears himself from your arms. "I am going to shower," he mumbles before using all of his strength to stand up. he takes a step forward, and immediately he comes tumbling down.

megumi pretends he doesn't see the way his legs are trembling, but you see the way his ear twinged red in humiliation. you, of course, use it to your advantage. "need a little help there, Bambi?"

"you're not allowed to touch me for a week," he grumbles but grabs onto your arm and lets himself be left to the bathroom. it was an empty threat, as they usually are.

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kagamesayu · 17 days

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v!genshin x gn!reader

includes . diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli t/w . 18+ mdni, gn!reader, nsfw, fluff wc: 2.3k a/n . first time posting my writing :,> hope u enjoy! reblogs appreciated ✧

Diluc who loves waking up with you wrapped in his arms, snuggling into his warmth in the winter. Eyes soft as he watches you breathing softly, nose buried in his chest as your fingers gripped onto his waist.

Diluc who loves watching you try to sneak a glance at him working while you sit on the couch in his office, wondering when the hell he’d finally pay attention to you. And he’d be such an ass about it too. You’d get up and stand behind him, leaning on his shoulders and pressing your lips to his ears and neck.

“Baby, take a break you’ve been working all day.” Really he’d been working for a few hours, you just wanted his love and attention.

“Soon my love,” He’d chuckle and press a long kiss on your cheek before dragging his lips to your own. “Just a little while more darling. Be patient for me.”

Diluc who loves you for the little things you do, like trying to cook him breakfast everyday even when you have a maid to do it. Or when you try to knit him a sweater, totally forgetting his pyro vision that kept him much too warm. Or even when you tried to serenade him by learning the lyre in a span of 2 weeks.

It didn’t matter to Diluc. Because he’d cherish all the food you made for him - specifically for him. Even if it were burnt, he wouldn’t care. Cause you put your time and effort into it.

It didn’t matter to Diluc that the sweater you made him might have some loose ends, or that it might have been much too big for him. He’d just say that it felt like you were giving him a hug. He’d never tell you how he loved the domesticity of the entire situation. He’d cherish it for years and years and hold it tight if you ever were to leave.

Diluc who loves fucking you silly with his huge dick, and he doesn’t even know how to use it right. It’s just so big that it hits all the right spots. He opens your legs wide, watching his dick moving in and out of you. Your hands move to hold onto his hand that wrapped around your waist, the other holding onto the bed under you as you were drilled into the mattress.

Diluc who loves to watch tears run down your face because of how good you feel. ‘Stop’ you say? But he hasn’t even cum yet! Don’t be so selfish! His stamina built from all the years of training definitely came to help him.

Diluc whose oversensitive dick throbbed inside you as he lay beside you after cumming twice. His cum dripping around his hard cock and out of your hole, onto the bed sheet he definitely needed to get changed. He hums, nose buried in your neck as he breathes in the smell of sex, sweat and you. He’ll leave another bite right then and there - doesn’t matter if he already painted your body with hickeys, you can have more!

And it definitely didn’t matter to him that you might have played a note wrongly on the lyre and you couldn’t exactly stay on tune. Because you learnt a whole new skill just for him and he’d always say that you were a much better bard than Venti. You had the voice of an angel and you fucking bet that he was smiling softly, cheeks flushed pink as he tapped his finger along to your music, eyes trained on your fingers playing the lyre, lips shaking nervously. And afterwards he’d give you a hug and tell you that you ‘did so well my little Eagle. so proud of you.’ and he’d place a kiss right on your lips, smiling.

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Kaeya who loves to kiss your neck, only to watch you shiver, lips curling up and squealing as he laughs at you. You playfully hit his exposed chest before pressing a cheeky kiss against it. The second you do that he holds onto your waist, pulling you close so when you look up you look right into his eyes.

“Payback.”

“I’ll show you payback.” Kaeya who pulls you into an alley to makeout. You both leave the alleyway dishevelled and panting with red covering your necks and chests.

Kaeya who wrote his first poem for you during the Windblume Festival and beamed proudly as you read it. A smirk on his face once you read the part where he wanted to do...things with you.

Kaeya who entertains your thoughts by giving his own insight and questions. (you both were once in a heated debate on whether birds looked better with arms or not)

“Okay but imagine if they had arms. They could fly and punch!” “Snowflake, would they even be able to fly if they had arms?”

“...fuck you’re so smart babe-”

Kaeya who loves to reply to you either snarkily or flirtily. He loved giving you a fuckboy face, lips caught in his teeth as he smirked, giving you those eyes. Sometimes you return the face, most times you look away embarrassed and questioning life.

Kaeya who would teasingly pull down his shirt just to show you more of his chest, wanting to see you drool for him.

Kaeya who treats you as a pillow prince/princess, living only to give you pleasure. He could eat you out for hours, loving the way you trembled from overstimulation as he sucked on you, licking and biting every piece of flesh available to him. Absolutely loved to fuck you till you were crying, begging him for more in a babbled voice.

Kaeya who loved to have you cockwarm him as he did his paperwork, giving you praises as you sat nicely on his lap, like the good princess/prince you were. He loved to tease you sometimes, asking you to move a little just to feel you grind against him, your velvet walls clamping down on him.

Kaeya who in his worst, most stressed and touch starved moments would cling to you and ask you to ride him. Whose eyes fill with over-stimulated tears as he came for the nth time, shooting blanks into your hot body as you rode him relentlessly, cooing at him and kissing the tears away.

Kaeya who loved to cook with you, loved how he could always hug you and give you kisses as you prepared your meals. Loved how you were always within reach of him. He’d finish his chicken skewers and just go up behind you, rest his head on your shoulders/on your head and sigh happily. His hands would always either be on your hips or on the counter, trapping you in.

Kaeya who always wakes up earlier than you just to watch you breathing softly. He lays his head on your chest, listening and feeling your heartbeat. Always reminds him that you’re alive. Always makes him feel better if he gets nightmares.

Kaeya who - even if he says it everyday - doesn’t feel that he could ever really show you how much he loved you. He’d had flings before and all those feelings were nothing in comparison to how he felt with you, around you, for you. Sometimes his face would flush darkly, heart beat fast as butterflies would race in his stomach, his chest. His skin would feel warm and he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling around you.

He’d never show how flustered he actually is though. He’d always bury his face in your neck, lay small kisses against your skin as he whispered ‘I love you’s.

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Childe who loves getting things for you. All the way from little trinkets to outfits, sometimes jewellery that he specifically gets handcrafted just for you. He loves spoiling his little pet. Anything for you. Anything.

Childe who loves watching you from a distance, eyes always trailing your form, watching you do even the most mundane tasks. He’d watch you go around, buying food, or even just doing laundry. He loves watching you do the most domestic of tasks. It always makes him feel like he has something to come home to. That after every mission he has someone to come home to, to hold, to love.

Childe who loves teasing you - be it in the bedroom or out. He loves to say something and watch you struggle to answer, an amused smirk always on his face as he watches you flush and struggle to grasp for words. Loved having you that way on his cock and tongue as well, trying to breathe as you babbled nonsense - you were always pleading him to either keep going or to stop. In the end it didn’t matter, he does things at his own pace.

“Sl-oow down please - nghh! Gonna - ahh~!” Your body spasms, hands gripping his hair as he continued eating you out through your orgasm.

“Doesn’t feel like ya want me to stop?” He chuckles, slick dripping from his mouth down to his chin. “You can give me ‘nother, right pretty? Wanna keep tastin’ you~”

Childe who loves having you sit on his lap, panties soaked and in his pocket. You could be impaled on his cock or just riding his thigh, he didn’t care. He just loved to see you act this way, bashful and embarrassed yet so needy. He loves having you this way, particularly when he’s giving commands to his underlings. And if anyone were to look too long, well...they would be ‘missing’ tomorrow.

Childe who loves the sparkle in your eyes, the absolute excitement whenever you see him, the overwhelming joy when he does something for you or gives you something, the terror and concern whenever he comes to you, all bloodied and hurt. He loves seeing every expression you give him, every emotion he could feel from you. It almost makes up for the lack thereof from his side.

Childe who never needs to act around you. Who smiles and frowns whenever he wants. Who laughs genuinely whenever you make a joke and scoffs - playfully - when you give him a terrible nickname (One of his personal favourites was the one time you had called titty twistin’, panty lickin’, toe lovin’ dick wad. It cracks him up everytime.)

Childe who looks at you like you strung up the stars everytime you patch up his wounds. Or make food for him. Or hold him tight at night when he misses his family. Childe loves deeply and selfishly and never wants to let you go. You’ve ruined him for anybody else, so take responsibility.

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Zhongli who looks for you in a crowd of people, and when he sees you smiles that gorgeous smile of his. He’ll quicken his pace to reach your side before offering you his hand to accompany him for his walk.

Zhongli who greets you everyday with a kiss on the forehead, then to the right cheek, then the left before finally stopping at your lips. Nobody knows when he started doing this, and who were you to stop him? He holds your face in his hands and looks at you like you’re Celestia. Like you’re his world.

“Good morning Honey.” His voice is low and breathy, content as he goes in for another kiss.

“Mm…good morning handsome.”

Zhongli who very regularly buys gifts for you. With Childe’s money of course. Personalised chopsticks, hair pins, handkerchiefs, vases, flowers, etc. He’s a traditional man and loves showering his beloved in gifts, even if he didn’t buy it with his own mora.

Zhongli who is mature and talks with you about any misunderstandings. Who never lets an argument go too far and always knows when to stop and give you space. He always calms down before you - and you didn’t know if it was because he’s older or because that’s just Zhongli - and brings you back down to his level.

Zhongli who makes you use your words when asking him for things. For hugs, for kisses, for sex. Even while you’re lying on the bed, face warm and sweaty, panting and drooling and dumbed down. He almost cruelly asks you questions about whether you want more, if you want him inside, if you want to go another round.

Zhongli whose love-making and fucking styles are different. Love-making consists of sweet kisses, gentle touches, breathy moans and intimately long looks. When Zhongli fucks, he becomes a beast. A dragon who plays with his possessions as he likes. There are more marks left littering your body, bruising kisses, tears and so much more cum.

Zhongli whose marks glow a bright yellow when he fucks you. His arms glow brightly and his horns come out. It won’t matter what gender you are, he has you in a mating press with your thighs above his shoulders and his hips at a brutal pace. You have to wear long pants or skirts to cover the bruises and scratches left on your hips. And even though Zhongli apologises for his roughness, you can tell he doesn’t mean it with the way he smiles proudly at the way you stumble around.

Zhongli who can never control himself when he sees you in his clothes. Doesn’t matter if you’re dressed underneath his huge coat or if you’re wearing one of his white dress shirts and only that. He can feel his dragon instincts acting up, his cock twitching and he can barely hold himself back before pouncing on you. Who can blame him though when you look so cute? Really you should blame yourself for getting into this situation, silly!

Zhongli who loves walking around Liyue with you. It doesn’t matter if you’ve walked past the same road like five times, he just wants to have company! You walk with your hand in the crook of his elbow, listening to him go on and on about ‘history’ which is really just him talking shit about Venti. Do you say anything and interrupt his one sided podcast? No.

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agendabymooner · 3 months

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SOMETHING POSSESSIVE !!! CARLOS S. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: carlos didn't need any reassurance especially when she wasn't going to be getting away from his grasp sooner or later.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni), use of explicit language, toxic-esque relationship, possessive!mean dom!carlos, double penetration + anal play, degrading, oral (m receiving) + face fucking/deep throat, impact play, brief breath play, dacryphilia

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carlos, with all his suave and his talent, was a secured man.

he knew that. in fact, he couldn’t find himself to care what people may think about his driving skills, or what he’s wearing, let alone his relationship status.

but there were times when some things were slowly slipping away from his grasp. in those instances, he had to hold on tight and even pull them back where he had them.

one of those times was during his p1 celebration. carlos turned away for a brief second to exchange pleasantries with the partygoers who approached him, thanking them and telling them to enjoy the party.

but as soon as he turned back, she was gone. she was leaning over the bar counter as she patiently waited for her drink to be filled up. no— she wasn’t just waiting, she was giggling at whatever the hell lando was telling her. lando wasn’t even that funny, carlos said.

the more carlos stared, the more his anger grew.

he should be blaming himself for not paying attention to her for a whole month straight, really. the woman asked for his undivided attention even if it’s just for an hour, yet he never gave her that.

he could be blaming himself right now, with his face drenched in sweat after dancing for too long and his face red in anger and jealousy, but he chose not to head that route.

instead he decided that she should’ve behaved herself even if she had to wait for him.

carlos towered over her, his chiseled body bare and his cock hardened as he looked down at her with a mocking pitiful expression.

her knees were burning as she knelt down on the carpeted floor of their hotel room, her body practically shaking in anticipation. she had nothing on, her arousal dripping out of her as continued to look up at him with a pleading look.

yeah, carlos scoffed, as if that’d work this time.

carlos’ face gave her a go ahead— as if she already knew what to do.

her mouth gaped open and she stuck her tongue out, allowing carlos to push his cock into her mouth. she forced herself to keep her hands on her back, her tongue swirling on the tip of his cock.

her mouth on his length elicited a moan out of carlos, his hands now grabbing her head by the roots. he increased his pace and moved deeper, the tip of his cock now resting at the back of her throat as she felt all of him in her mouth.

“mi pequeña y buena puta,” my good little whore. carlos muttered quietly, hearing her breathe through her nose despite the tip of it grazing his skin. “ojalá lo supieras mejor.” i wish you knew better.

she couldn’t even utter a word, her words stuck on her throat with his cock shoving them back down. her eyes were watering as she looked up at carlos, who looked down at her once more with a smug expression.

“can’t take it anymore, bonita?” carlos cooed mockingly, making her shake her head while she continued to get her mouth fucked.

carlos pulled her mouth away from his length, making her gasp. he chuckled quietly, “good because i’m gonna make sure you know who you fucking belong to. on the bed.”

in a typical day, she’d be stubborn enough to resist and roll her eyes at him. but she knew exactly what she had done to piss him off like this and she knew better than testing him, and so she obliged and went to the bed on all fours.

it didn’t take long for carlos to get around and kneel on the mattress, his hand gliding down her soaked cunt as she shivered from his touch.

“who told you to act like that?” carlos asked her firmly, his voice low and his fingers slowly prodding her cunt.

she didn’t utter a word, instead she bit her lip as she didn’t want to displease him anymore than she did earlier.

he was growing frustrated from her silence. he didn’t have that much patience for her sudden quietness, especially when her behaviour was loud enough to defy and make carlos jealous.

she let out a loud whimper when he struck a blow to her cunt, her clit sending aroused and pained signals to her brain.

“who?” carlos still didn’t get any answer. he slapped her cunt continuously, each slap was rougher than the last as she cried out.

she was unable to let out a word, her brain was getting too fuzzy from each strike and each derogatory word that escaped carlos’ tone. some sinful parts of her wanted to be treated like this after a whole month of not being taken care of by the ferrari driver. that’s why she behaved like she wasn’t his back there.

by the tenth time, he pulled his hand away and watched her cunt throb around nothing.

“still nothing?” carlos asked despite the fact that he’s not expecting any more answers from her.

she couldn’t even remember hearing him move around as she was already entering her hazy state. she was keeping her composure, yet despite all of those attempts she was driven away by his cock as he entered her fully without a warning.

she cried out, “fuck!” her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the sheets beneath her. carlos thrusted hard, pounding her like he was stating his frustrations to her.

“you love this don’t you?” carlos growled lowly, his one hand gripping her hips while the other collected her arousal and slid two fingers in her back hole. his cock entered her cunt at the same pace as his two fingers, penetrating her until she couldn’t handle it anymore.

“did you really think i won’t punish you for behaving like a slut?” carlos asked her, making her shake her head insistently as she cried and sobbed. tears fell down her cheeks as she felt immense pleasure from his continuous fucking. “ah, so you did it because you know i’ll be punishing you?”

“if you wanted some reminder of who owns you then you could have just asked me, bonita,” carlos crooned mockingly, his hand that gripped her hips pulled her up by the throat. he pulled her body closer, her back on his chest while he continued fucking both her holes.

he squeezed her throat and released the pressure. he muttered in her ear, “what would everybody think if they found out that you like to be treated like a whore when i don’t give you attention, hm?”

her mouth let out nothing but incoherent words, feeling her walls clenching around him as she whined pitifully.

“they can see it already, bebe,” he whispered, nipping at her ear as she gasped loudly.

“so fucking tight and good for me,” carlos continued, “whose pussy is this?”

her mouth gaped open as she tried to utter something. carlos squeezed her throat, restricting her airflow as she cried out, “yours, carlos, fuck! yours!”

“yeah?” carlos whispered heatedly, now increasing his pace as he chased her high and his. “these holes are mine, yes? no one else’s?”

“yes- hah- fuck, yes ‘m yours,” she babbled, her voice pleading with him as her walls clenched around him.

he let out a loud grunt as his thrusts slowed, his cock still sliding in and out of her hard as both of them reached their high. her walls milked his cock, painting her insides white with his load as her legs trembled and gave up.

she knew that if she simply asked for his attention, he wouldn’t give it— he’d make some promise that he wasn’t going to follow through and he’d forget about it.

perhaps it was a great idea to remind him that some things were meant to slip out of his grasp, and that he should continue holding onto it tightly. otherwise, she wouldn’t be fucked out as she wished to be.

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♡ moony’s reminder 🅴 (explicit edition): @glitterf1 @savrose129 @maxillness

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wonderlandwalker · 4 months

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Nurse Nightingale | James Potter x Reader

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Summary: Someone wakes you up in the middle of the night, when you realize it's James looking for help you don't have the heart to refuse him

Content Warnings/Tags: fluff, blood, bruising, cuts, mentions of violence, insinuations of smut

Word Count: 1k

A/n: I'm currently using the uni holiday as an excuse not to study so now I'm writing non-stop instead. Not quite smut but sorta if you're willing to squint

*Knock knock*

You turn around, looking at the clock on the bedside table. Who the hell is knocking on the door at 3 AM?

*Knock knock*

You turn onto your stomach, pushing your pillow over your head in an attempt to block out the noise.

*Knock knock*

It’s louder this time, more determined, and you hear someone speak: “Y/N, it’s me. Please let me in.” He’s rambling a bit, he sounds tired as well. A shiver goes through your body at hearing his voice, his voice always seems to mess with your head in a way nothing else can.

“What are you doing here James? It’s 3 AM.” You ask, through the still closed door, your voice dripping with sleep. “Just, please, open the door..” He sounds desperate this time, so you decide to do what he asks. You stand up, maybe a little too fast, making your head spin, and walk towards the door. You open it, meaning to step aside to let him in, but when you see him illuminated by the hallway, you freeze. He’s bleeding, a cut starting at his nose and going diagonally underneath his eye, he’s straightened his glasses but there's a crack in them, another bruise at his temple, one on his lips, those soft lips you always think about, even a bruise below his ear on his cheek masking his jawline. “What in Merlin’s name happened to you?” You hear yourself whisper, more at yourself than him. “It’s nothing..” he slures out “.. just wanted to see you.” You move aside to let him into the empty room and he takes the opportunity, walking towards the bed, but not before grabbing you by your waist and giving you a quick, but passionate kiss. He takes you by surprise with it, your mind still trying to wrap around what happened, and your body falls into him, making him hiss from the cut on his upper lip, but he doesn't seem to want to stop regardless.

He sits down on your bed when he breaks the kiss, and you turn on the bedside lamp to get a better look at him. Small bruises are forming on his arms, and his muscles seem strained, his exhausted body melting into the bedding.

“Lay down, I’ll be right back.” you mumble at him before moving to the other side of your room where you left your wand. After a little searching, you find it, but with how tired you are, you’re not sure how much you trust yourself with it. You remember the small first aid kit in your bathroom, and move to get it before making your way back to James.

You see him struggling to take his jumper off, and move over to help him with it. Once it’s off he moves to lie down, and you put some extra pillows under his head, making him sit up a little more before pouring the sterilizer on a towel. You look over at him again, and wonder about how you’re going to do this, when you see him stretch his arm out to you. You take his hand and he pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him and giving me the perfect position to patch him up.

You look at his chest, covered in blooming bruises, and when the towel hits the few open wounds, he groans a little, instinctively moving his hands to your hips to ground himself. His eyes are closed, and even though he looks like he should be in pain, he seems relaxed.

He stays quiet the whole time, only the occasional hiss or groan leaving him. And when you’re done, having put everything back in its proper place, he asks you silently: “Can I please stay over” “Of course you can, I’m not letting you wander back in this state.” you tell him while moving to lie down beside him. He doesn’t seem satisfied though, and pulls you in even closer.

After a few more minutes of silence, you ask him: “Jamie, what the hell happened to you..?” “It’s, it’s nothing, really, just-" He seems a little hesitant, so you wait for him to continue. “There, there were these guys…” He sounds a little angry, but you still don’t know what he’s talking about. “Do you remember the party that was going on, earlier tonight?” “Of course I do.” you tell him. You had gotten tired early, and decided to head to bed while the others stayed a while longer. “Well, turns out some of the Slytherins had noticed you, and they were talking about you.” He seems even angrier now, you remember this look, it’s similar to the look he got when he lost the Quidditch house cup, except this seems more personal somehow. “They were talking about you, telling their stuck-up friends all the things he would do to you- calling you names and saying how he-” you see him clench his fists, his knuckles turning white. “He was telling them how he would-, bloody hell, I can’t even get it out of my mouth. But I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I, well, I may have punched him.” “You did what?” you ask him, not fully wanting to believe what he’s telling you. Sure, he get detention often enough, but never for fist fights, he doesn't get in fist fights. “I punched him, and I got into a fight with him and his friends.” The hesitance is back now, replacing his anger. “I’m sorry y/n, but I couldn’t stand him saying those kinds of things about you.” You smile a little, and he looks confused. “You got into a fight to defend my honour, Potter?” Your smile only growing. He only nods and you don’t hesitate to lean in, kissing him softly. You can still taste the blood on his tongue, but you don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either.

You shift over, and he pulls you in to straddle his lap once again. You give him a quiet “I love you” in between kisses. He doesn’t need to say it back this time, his actions having spoken louder than words.

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vienssunshine · 6 months

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What are the Halloween costumes that would drive JJK characters crazy?

pairings: Maki, Choso, and Nanami x fem!reader nsfw: drug use, implied sexual activity

Maki: Black Cat

Maki has no issue with your "costume" being just lingerie and cat ears. Well, you had drawn a little triangle on your cute nose, so she'd give you credit for that. But even so, how could she mind the basic costume when you made it look so good? It's hard to focus on the conversation she's having when the body suit—so tight on your gorgeous silhouette—is riding up on your hips, allowing her to make out the curve of your ass. And just below it, she can see your black thigh highs and how they squeeze your legs, a little bit of your flesh spilling out over the top. With a sight like this, she can't stand there staring the whole time, she has to come over and introduce herself to the pretty girl in the cat costume. You'd giggle your name back to her and do a terrible job of hiding how your eyes flick down to the strong but elegant hands of hers that you just took a drink from. Later in the night, when you two end up pressed together in the closet of someone's house, she would show you how she's quite the cat person and knows how to take care of your pussy.

Choso: Vampire

This boy is emo!!! And so touch starved, so when you're smoking his weed outside of your friend’s party and you playfully threaten to bite his neck, he agrees. With a fanged smile, you pass the blunt back to him and place your hands on his built shoulders so you can close in on your victim. He shudders at the sensation of your breath on his throat, pulse thumping through his neck as he senses you move closer and closer until your fake fangs graze his pale skin. His hand grabs onto your arm, but he doesn’t stop you as you gently bite his flesh. It’s not enough to draw blood, but it still sends a shiver of—fear? excitement? ...arousal?—down his spine. As a thank you for providing make-believe sustenance, you remove your fangs from his neck and plant a gentle kiss in their place, causing his fingers to squeeze around your arm. Your kiss leaves a smear of your red lipstick on his skin, but he doesn’t wipe it off, he likes being marked.

Nanami: Classic Movie Killer

Nanami would find all your little teases about how he should ‘watch out’ because ‘there’s a serial killer on the loose’, very entertaining. You’d brandish your flimsy plastic knife and draw a line across his throat with it while telling him he should be grateful you haven’t killed him yet since, if you wanted to, you could. He’d cross his arms, showcasing his strong, veiny forearms, and tilt his head with an “Oh yeah?” and watch as you stumble over yourself to double down on your empty threats. Aside from the fact that he would be able to pin you in under a second, he knows it'd be impractical to kill anyone in the skimpy get-up you're wearing. Not that he doesn't like the little 'killer' outfit though, he actually has a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming the bloodied, exposed skin your crop-top and skirt reveal. Of course he’d keep his composure at the Halloween party, but after it he'd take you home and rip off your costume, leaving you bare and naked and dripping with arousal, and it’s only then he'd allow himself to teach you who should be scared of who.

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doromoni · 8 months

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I hate you , right? | GR63

George Russell x Red Bull Driver! y/n

warnings : swearing

Summary : George was a little too attractive after the summer break.

“Oh fuck off Russell! Are you blind? Side mirrors are there for a reason! Learn to fucking use it! You almost cost me my race, dickhead!”

Y/N L/N the first ever female driver for the Red Bull racing team, only through sheer determination and hardheadedness was she able to achieve such an amazing feat.

Being the only female on the grid was hard enough as it is with misogyny and sexism biting at her rear , but adding a British asshole really did put the cherry on top on the cake of ass-hattery that Formula 1 offered.

“Not my fault you drive like a fucking lunatic, that turn was mine and you know it L/N! maybe next time learn how to actually drive rather than depending on your car”

The two drivers are at each other’s faces yet again . This had been a normal event, that even the teams have grown accustomed to the shouts and curses of each driver — whether its swearing at each other in the Red Bull garage or nearly pouncing and succumbing to physicalities at Mercedes. Y/N L/N and George Russell are sworn enemies in and off the racing track.

They used to be friends, best friends even. Both driving for the Mercedes driver academy with George racing in F2 while Y/N in F3. When George won the F2 championship, earning himself a seat at Williams ; Y/N then was promoted to a seat in F2 . A year later Y/N had won her own F2 championship, but no F1 seat was offered in Williams nor in Mercedes to the female driver. Another year had passed, George was offered a seat at Mercedes while Mercedes had no news for Y/N L/N. That was until a seat was offered by Red Bull — giving a shock to the whole motorsport world. As Y/N raced for the Red and Blue team , she had flourished and proved everyone who doubted her wrong.

No one knew how George and Y/N’s rivalry exactly started , but all hell broke loose when George collided with Y/N during the 1st lap and both had DNFed the race.

Y/N was furious and snapped , storming into the Mercedes garage straight to where the English driver was standing still holding onto his racing helmet— shoving him with all her strength into the garage wall. Their faces almost touching as unpleasant words were exchanged ; rendering both teams speechless and leaving them with a horrendous PR mess to clean up.

This time was no different. Y/N and George were at each other’s throat, only this time it was Y/N pinned to the wall inside George’s driver room . George tightening his grip on the Red Bull driver’s waist, leaning his full body weight on the girl who was squirming for release.

“What even is the problem Y/N? We’re both on the podium and you’re team got a 1-2. Stop being a child, it’s racing! What do you expect”

“My problem is you Russell! You’re so careless and aggressive, we could’ve crashed again. You never changed, George , you’re still the fucking same!”

George’s eyes darken as his face drew even closer to the female driver— his voice like honey, dripping as it lowered an octave.

“Yeah?!And you changed so fucking much, I don’t even recognize you anymore Y/N! Now all I see is a bitch obsessed with winning. Tough luck! You’re Verstappen’s teammate, you will always be second.”

Not backing down , Y/n drew herself closer to the english driver ,enough that their noses where touching. A teasing yet derisive smirk formed on her lip, tongue darting out wetting her lips. Catching George’s eyes , as it glanced down towards y/n lips.

“Oh how rich! Coming from the guy who’s living in Lewis Hamilton’s bloody shadow. Like I care what you see me as , you were blind from the very beginning.“

A deep chuckle vibrated in George’s chest , drawing shivers up Y/N’s back , as he said

“ I hate you”

“No, duh Sherlock. I hate you more”

His eyes quickly darting from her eyes to her lips , as if contemplating something. Having enough of his antics and taking matters into her own hands, Y/N fisted his Fireproofs as she brought him down to her level. As their Lips almost touched , rapid knocks on the door distracted them from their daze.

Suddenly realizing their positions , Y/n pushed George away from her. Fuming, the female driver parted ways and left the Mercedes garage with a huff ; wrapping up the first race of the seond half of the season with glares and silent threats. Not realizing what was on each other’s mind

“ Such a rude mouth, what i’d do to shut that up and get a taste”

“I need to control myself. I was ready to pounce on George and have my way with him. Damn him and his perfect hair and golden skin”

The Red Bull and Mercedes driver starting the other half season with pent up anger and sexual tension thick enough to suffocate.

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norizz-nation · 5 months

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Hey can you do Make up sex? Make you forget your dad is disappointed in you sex? For part three of " All His" 😝

That sounds so good! 😩

Click here to read part 2 sweethearts!

All his 💛 (Part 3)

Summary: you couldn’t stop stressing about the fact that your father, christian saw you with max but your boyfriend knows exactly how to take all your stress away

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, biting, dacryphilia, choking

“No it wont get better!” You shouted back at max who was standing in front of the fridge. “Y/n, baby if i talk to him. He will understand” he said while getting a bottle of water from the fridge. You just shook your head and closed your eyes shut. You couldn’t take this guilt anymore. It was too much for you. You felt a hand caressing your cheek. “Look at me y/n” max said. You looked up at him with tears forming in your eyes. “I just.. i cant take this anymore max. I know i disappointed him a lot. What if he never forgives me?” You asked, looking up at him.

Waiting for an answer. Waiting for him to fix it. Fix everything.

He then caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Y/n, my love. You can never disappoint someone. I know your dad isn’t talking to you but i know that he loves you so much. He can never be disappointed in you. You’re so perfect” he said. Somehow his words always made you feel better. You let out a sigh and nodded lightly. But yet, you were stressing about it. You pulled yourself away form his touch and stood in front of the big marble kitchen counter.

Your heart skipped a beat when you felt max snuggle his nose in the side of your neck. “I love you” he said, kissing your neck. Your body froze when his kisses went lower and lower. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your shoulder. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your lower back. Your whole body shivered when his cold hands went under your t-shirt. Running his hands up and down your back. “I love you” he said, as he kissed your ass cheek. You closed your eyes shut when max pulled your shorts down with his teeth.

Fuck. Him on his knees was something too hot.

You winced in pain when you felt a strong bite on your ass cheek. His breath on your ass made you buck your hips forward. “I love you” he murmured as his lips went in between your ass cheek. Your mouth hung open when you felt max giving you wet kisses. His kisses down there made you go crazy as your eyes rolled to the back. “Fuck” you said, biting on your bottom lip. His kisses became hungrier as he went deeper in between your ass cheeks.

He then stood up and pulled your one leg on top of the marble counter. It didn’t take much time for him to take off his clothes. "I love you" he said, as the tip of his dick teased your pussy. Rubbing it gently. You whined out when max pushed his dick inside your pussy. Making your toes curl. "Fuck!" you screamed out. Your head fell back and rested on his chest as he kept on thrusting his dick inside of you. He then wrapped his hand around your neck, gripping it tightly. You bit on your lip harder as you couldn’t take this staggering amount of pleasure anymore. "Oh fuck yes!" you screamed out those words. Your mind went blank. His breath on your ear was too much for you. His whimpers made you reach your edge fast. "F-fuck max! Im g-gonna cum already!" you whined out as tears formed in your eyes. Your grip on the corners of the kitchen counter got stronger. His breath got heavier and his dick twitched inside of you. He then pulled out making you whine. He then sat you on the kitchen counter and pulled your t-shirt off. Kissing you everywhere.

Your neck, your collarbone, your tits, your stomach. Everywhere.

You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. His kiss was gentle but needy, for you. You both looked at how his dick twitched while rubbing on your already dripping wet clit. “Fuck please” you whispered as your forehead rested on his. You let out a loud moan when he pushed his dick inside you again. You closed your eyes shut as he thrusted inside of you. “Fuck fuck!” You whined out, tears rolling down your cheeks. “Y/n baby look at me” he said, breathlessly. You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Are you gonna cum?” He asked, looking at you straight in the eyes. You nodded as you whimpered quietly. “Cum for me then baby, cum for me” he said as his thrusts became sloppier. Your sweat mixed with his as you both reached the edge.

Max held you in his arms tightly after you both came down your high. You closed your eyes shut and rested your forehead on his. You caressed his jaw as his chest was heaving up and down. “I love you so much y/n. I will beg on my knees for you to your dad. I cant live without you y/n. I love you so much” he said breathlessly as his nose went red. You caressed his cheeks and kissed his forehead. You then wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tightly.

Not letting go. You can never let him go. All you want is him. All he wants is you.

But will your father, christian understand?

Click here for part 4 sweethearts!

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

Tagging: @crlsummer @lichterfee @charmisticdisappointment @chrisdr3 @i-wish-this-was-me

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keikiri-kitten · 1 year

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KATSUKI AND HIS GLASSES ★ NSFW

One thing about Katsuki that he will never admit is that he loves to fuck you with his glasses on. He knows you love it too. However you tease him. You say he looks nerdy or like his father. He hates that last one so much because he’s no one to be compared to in any capacity. So, he loves proving you wrong. If unsavory thoughts about him are filling your mind, he can fuck it out of you. He loves getting a clear view of watching the spent, frustrated look in your eyes as your face was trapped in his hands. Between a thumb and a middle finger, your cheeks are squished in his hold, suppressing your moans. There’s more attention paid to the tears welling in your eyes and the small hint of drippings creeping out of your nose that you have to sniffle. It makes him smirk. His other hand presses into your back to help your hips find the rhythm you lost while getting closer to the orgasm you both are chasing.

His kisses on your lips are bruising; they establish a confidence he only has when wearing his glasses. Though you’re riding him, he has the complete upper hand. He’s a good man to ride. Never does he want you to put in unnecessary work when you both achieve the same goal doing much less. He’s got you grinding on the base of his cock, lazily enjoying the fluttering your cunt does around him. A shivering hand of yours wraps around his wrist while the other plants firmly onto his chest. His hand forces you to keep a consistent pace but he’s taunting you the whole time. “What’s the matter, yer not talking now?” He growls against your lips, noses brushing together. His hand swiftly scoops underneath his shirt that you’re wearing to grip a hip of yours. Just looking at his red eyes pierce through those lenses and stare at you made your hips quiver but, he doesn’t let up. “Fuckin’ speak,” he whispers against your skin before shutting his eyes and choking out a groan, “spoiled girl.”

You try. You really do. You want so badly to speak but your breaths are too shallow to voice anything. It’s been a compilation of light breaths and repressed moans since the start. He’s not actually asking you to say anything. This is Katsuki. He really isn’t going to get anything out of you anyway with his cock shoved that deep inside of you. There’s a brassy smack that could be heard throughout the bedroom you were in. His hand tightly wraps your ass. While he doesn’t demand words, he demands something. It provokes a whine, giving him a kiss that he would classify as bratty. Your lips crash against his so forcefully that to him it feels like you are simply trying to get it over with. It’s only a tease to you but as he pulls away, you can see the narrowed glare he gave you.

“Kiss me like you fuckin’ mean it or I’ll leave you like this,” he threatens. It’s impulsive of him, but the hand that’s around your face drops to your neck, bringing you in for a more attentive, gentler kiss. It’s a kiss that melts you into the firmness of his chest and puts a halt to your hips. The brief pause makes his cock twitch in ache, making him slowly roll his hips up into you. With a kiss so good, he wasn’t going to make his good girl do all the work. Katsuki wasn’t a lazy in any sense of the word and he sure as well wasn’t in bed. Funny how you went from a spoiled girl to a good girl and he wouldn’t say it, but you’re simply here for the ride.

He groans in desperation, wanting to cum already. Your hand rides down his chest to the sides of his smooth, velvety waist with the other reaching higher. The hero’s cautious of what the hell you have planned but when you take his glasses off and put them on your own eyes, his eyes grow) and so does the ache in his dick). There’s a complete stop from his body as he drinks your image in, vermilion eyes slowly trail all over your face. He’s stunned. You look absolutely beautiful with his glasses on and he won’t even try to hold back on that sentiment. Though he doesn’t have to when you could feel his opinion inside of you. “Do I look good in them?” You speak for the first time since he ripped your panties off. Your words are fatigued and breathless. Honestly, you don’t have to ask.

This time the words were ripped out of Katsuki’s throat as he finally let yours go. His eyes grown wide at the sight of you. “Can you see out of ‘em?”

You nod.

Then your back suddenly meets the mattress. Katsuki’s quick to have your legs wrapped around his waist. “Good,” he grumbles with a sadistic smirk before continuing to plow his hips into you. His face dives into your neck with his hands pressed firm into the sheets. His kisses to your neck are delicate, running down your jaw and shoulder. Your arms wrap around his neck loosely, feeling his hair brush against your forearms. But it’s not enough for you.

“Look at me,” you pout, immediately forcing him to pull his head from your shoulder to frown at your expression.

The hero gifts you a sweet, slow kiss before looking into your eyes. He shivers when feeling the palms of your hands cup his cheeks, a warm red blush on his face. “Fuckin’ spoiled girl.” There it is again. You suppose you can’t complain. He smiles when he says it. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Look at me and make me cum.” Does he hear that correctly? That’s such a mind altering request, he doesn’t think he ever had the chance to hear something like that.

“I fuckin’ love you.”

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minminyoonjii · 7 months

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Ok, I gotta say this. You know how Felix can vibrate his whole body. Imagine being in charge during sex and riding him when he suddenly starts his vibrating thing and essentially becoming your personal vibrator.

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🕯Summary: Dance practice ended early and Felix had pent up energy. Carving is a strong emotion to deny when it comes to handsome men who can't stop holding you against them.

🌹CW

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.3K

"Angel," Felix grumbled, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your body jolted on instinct, "Home so soon?" you asked, shifting yourself to press your cheek against his. Felix hummed, "Practice was cut short," he said, nosing beneath your jaw. You shuddered, "Aw, I was going to make you a little surprise," you said, holding your tray of muffin batter. He sighed, kissing your temple "I'm sorry, angel," he said, holding you tighter.

You shook your head lightly, "It's alright, I can let it chill in the fridge for a while. I heard that makes the batter fluffy," you said, trying to move but your lover's hold was firm. "Could we stay like this for a moment, angel? I need you in my arms," Felix whispered, touching your neck lightly. You gulped, setting down the tray, "Take your time, love," you whispered back, running your fingers through his hair.

A deep rumble, vibrated against your back, "You're so good to me. Fuck, you're so good to me," he rasped, taking a deep breath. You frowned, playing with his hair, "Do you want to tell me more, love?" you whispered, biting your lower lip. Felix groaned, "Just everything. I want to show you how much I crave you, how I utterly adore you," he whined, trailing his hands towards your hips.

You cooed, nuzzling his cheek, "I utterly adore you too, love," you said, tapping the tray down to let the bubbles escape. Felix grunted, rolling his hips sensually against your back, "Angel, please. Can't you see what you're doing to me?" he keened, rutting his clothed cock. You bit your tongue, "Felix," you whispered, eyes darting around at the constant buck of his hips thrusting. Felix whined, panting on your skin, "Please, angel. I. Need. You," he growled, thrusting up with each word uttered from his lips.

A shiver ran down your spine at the desperation lacing his voice, "How about you let me clean up before we start anything, hm?" you proposed, kissing his cheek. Felix smirked against your shoulder, bringing his hands lower between your thighs, "Hm, I can't help but pleasure you though," he rasped, cupping your clothed cunt. A stuttered gasp escaped your lips, "Felix, this isn't fair," you whined, gripping tight on the tray.

Felix's hands trembled, rubbing your inner thighs, "I need you, need you dripping on my aching cock, angel," he said, breaking into a whine. Your breath hitched, feeling your arousal drip onto your panties, "Felix, please," you whimpered, submitting to his administration. Felix shushed you, running his fingers up your shirt, "I got you, yeah? Just need your pretty cunt on my lap" he groaned, carrying you bridal style.

A moan slipped past your lips, "Lix, you can't just say shit like that," you grumbled, laying your head on his chest. Felix chuckled, laying back on the bed, "Oh, but you love when I do, angel. Don't deny it," he said, helping you straddle his lap. You rolled your eyes, stripping off your top, "You're lucky I'm in love with you, Lee," you teased, tugging the hem of his pants down. Felix hissed as his cock made contact with the chilling air, "And I'm thankful for that, angel," he chuckled.

You wrapped your hand around his cockhead, drool pooling in your mouth from seeing his precum beading between. Felix groaned, tilting his head back, "Fuck, angel. Your hands look so perfect around my cock like that," he whined, chuckling near the end. You preened, pulling your hands away to moan softly when his cock hit against his abdomen. Felix shivered at your expression, "Does my cock look pretty, sweetheart?" he asked, practically seeing your eyes beam at his question,

You nodded, earnestly "Very fucking pretty," you said, tugging down your panties. He clenched his jaw, blood rushing towards his cheeks, "You're so cute, angel. I can't take it anymore," he grunted, lining your hips with his cock. You gulped, "Need your fingers first, love," you moaned, pressing your palms on his torso. Felix groaned, slicking his fingers with your slick "So wet. You're sopping, sweetheart," he whined, slipping two fingers up your hole. "There, there, there," you babbled, riding his fingers.

Felix hummed, curling his fingers, "I know, I know but I want you to cream around my cock first. I want to feel your tight cunt squeeze around my cock," he growled, spreading his fingers apart. You groaned, thighs quivering from the pleasure, "Hurry, please," you keened, arching your back. He pulled out his fingers, slicking his cock with your arousal, "Ride what's yours, angel," he grunted, easing your hips down his cock. Your jaw slacked, taking as much of his length up your ribbed walls.

"That's it. Fuck, fuck. Fuck! Don't clench like that, sweetheart," Felix whined, body vibrating from the sharp pins of pleasure buzzing through his nerves. A gasp escaped your lips, "Holy sh-shit, Lix. Do that again," you whimpered, clenching harder. Felix groaned, vibrating at the pleasure, pressing his cock right against your g-spot. Broken moans echoed within the room. "Felix, please," you pleaded, riding his cock to make him tremble as hard as he is now.

Felix choked on a moan, gripping your hips tight, "I'm here, shit, I'm here," he stuttered, tensing his body up. You moaned, elbows wobbling from holding yourself up, "Oh, oh, oh, fuck," you keened, riding his cock to the hilt. The vibrations buzzing through his body shook his cock like a sex toy. Pressing deep against your gummy walls. Felix bared his neck, digging his nails into your skin "God, you feel so good," he sobbed, bucking his hips in tandem with yours.

The bed creaked beneath you, leaving no sound to the imagination. You groaned, forcing yourself upwards, "So so deep, love. Look," you preened, rubbing the bulge protruding from your abdomen. Felix thrust his hips in a firm snap, causing a scream to crawl up your throat, "Fucking tease," he growled, tensing his body harder. Sobs broke from your vocal cords, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please. Too much," you cried, quivering at the feeling of his cock pound deeper into you like a vibrator set on its highest settings.

Felix grunted, reaching down to circle your clit, "Cum on me, angel. Soak my cock like the good girl you are. Let me see your pretty cunt milk my cock," he rambled, using the last of his strength to ease you up and down his throbbing length. You whined, mind hazing from the dull buzz of Felix's cockhead pressing against your cervix. "You're mine, angel. Please, please, please, cum," he moaned, letting his body vibrate to its max for your pleasure.

Your ears rang from the blinding orgasm, and your mouth dropped in a scream silent, "Ah, fuck," you whimpered, groping Felix's pecs. His eyes rolled back from your fluttering walls, clenched and unclenched around his swollen cock, "Fuck," he rasped, staring at the base of his cock where your bodies connected. "Good girl, creaming around my cock," Felix groaned, seeing the familiar ring of bubbles circle his length. You closed your eyes, catching your breath, "When the fuck have you learnt to vibrate like that?" you slurred, resting on his chest.

Felix chuckled, "Shit, beats me, angel," he said, running his fingers through your matted hair. You hummed, tracing his collarbone, "My poor potential muffins," you mumbled, puffing your cheeks. Felix cooed, rolling his hips, "We can bake them later, sweetheart. I'm sure the sugar would do us good," he said, tilting your chin up, to kiss your lips. You melted into the kiss, lazily wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pulled away, stroking your cheeks, "What are the chances of my dick breaking from how hard you clenched, hm?" he teased, smiling at you with half-lidded eyes. You chuckled, "Not zero that's for sure," you said, booping his nose. Felix sighed, heart swelling, "The things I do for love," he said, dramatically. You clicked your tongue against the roof of your mouth, "Very funny, Yongbok," you said, giving his chest a teasing lick. A sudden gasp escaped your lips in tandem, "Did you just twitch in me?" you asked, eyes widening. Felix gulped, embarrassment burning under his skin, "Ready for round two?" he asked, smirking at your stunned look.

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cheollipop · 8 months

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Time for me to be indulgent and malicious and target you specifically ehehheheheh

How about a wooyoung drabble with lots of impreg kink, breeding kink, like the whole nine yards. I want to see this man fill reader up all full iykwim

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

FINALLY- finally got to this *eye twitch* had a bit of a mind fart trying to figure out what to write at first but,, oh boy. I'm a little unsure about the dialogue tbh but my brain is not braining anymore and I kinda just wanna get this out already T-T... (pls consider this your birthday present if i don't get around to writing you a fic on time mwah) happy reading!!!~

pairing: jung wooyoung x afab!reader

w.c.: 1.3k

tags: smut, unprotected sex (👎), breeding/impreg kink, creampie kink, hints of cockwarming, use of nicknames/pet names, VERY possessive woo, he just wants you to be his forever ><

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

You knew something was off. The minute Wooyoung strolled into the kitchen with purposeful strides, bare feet padding across the floorboards and stopping behind you, veiny arms wrapping around your middle to inhale his own scent off the shirt draped over your figure. He peppered open-mouthed kisses along the side of your face, down to your neck and jaw, tucking himself close to your body until his chest was flush to your back. Nuzzling his nose into your shoulder, he brushed away the remnants of his dream, thoughts about waking up to an empty bed, a home barren of your presence, sending a shiver down his spine.

The silence was off-putting, clear droplets hanging on to Wooyoung’s eyelashes when you craned your neck to peek at him, “Woo? Darling, what’s wrong?”

“Mine,” he muttered, eyes fixed on yours, pupils quivering while he bent you over the counter, one hand turning the stove off while the other slid up your spine, bunching his shirt around your waist. “You're not leaving me... are you?”

Still looking back at him, your eyes softened at the vulnerability breaking his voice, “Never, my love. ”

You allowed him to manhandle you, biting down on your bottom lip in anticipation as he rid you of your panties, feeling him stand back to watch them fall to your feet, relief easing the crushing weight off his chest at your words. The tension in his stance gradually dissolving, he ran his fingertips through your folds, teasing one of his digits around your hole—still soft and stretched-out from last night, heaving chests and pretty whimpers still fresh in his mind.

You could see lingering traces of insecurity clouding his unfocused eyes while they took in the way your pussy swallowed his fingers with ease, relaxing your upper body onto the cold marble while he made sure your cunt was still moulded to his shape. “I promise, Woo. I’m all yours.”

He snapped his head up, reaching for your hand and plastering himself to your back in the process, tangling your fingers until the metal encircling them clacked against each other—wedding bands reflecting the morning light. You weren’t sure when he’d rid himself of his bottoms, or when he’d pulled his digits out of you, but his cock was now pushing past your entrance, and you couldn’t seem to care anymore.

“Mine,” his palm landed on your ass, grabbing a handful of the flesh as he bottomed out, “all mine.” One hand in yours, the other obsessing over your backside, Wooyoung drove his cock into you with desperation you’d rarely seen pour out of him. “’Gonna fuck you dumb.”

“Woo-”

“Gonna make sure everyone knows that too,” he tucked his head into the crook of your neck, “have your husband’s cum dripping out of your pretty pussy. Fuck, please, can I stuff my baby full?”

You shivered under him, reaching back to cup his hip, “Show them I’m yours, Woo, ‘wanna be so full of you.”

“Oh, darling, ‘gonna give you everything I have,” his fingers tightened around your skin, spitting out broken moans every time you squeezed around his base, your cunt begging him not to go, “until you’re all pretty and swollen with my babies.”

Growling into your clothed shoulder, he slid his hand over the slope of your ass and up your spine, pounding his cock into you with fervor, your balance wavering as he jerked your body forward with every forceful thrust. With your fingers still locked together, he brought them down to your other hip, holding you still while he used your cunt as a cocksleeve, but his lips remained gentle, peppering tender kisses over the exposed skin of your name, smiling against the goosebumps raised at the gesture.

“Close,” you mumbled, drool pooling over the countertop as Wooyoung’s cockhead continuously grazed over your g-spot, and you no longer had the energy to look back at him. “Please, ‘m so close.”

You missed the way his face contorted—eyes lidded and brimming with lust, skin tinted with a pretty shade of pink while he drew shallow breaths into his lungs. He throbbed within you at the way your cunt stretched open to allow him access, cock buried deep within your walls with beads of precum blended with your arousal seeping out of you every time he pushed back inside. You squirmed under him, and he could feel you pulsing around him with the dire need to be touched, your clit demanding attention while he split you open on his cock.

“You can do it, baby,” he clicked his tongue at the frantic shake of your head. “You know you can. You’ve done it before, remember? Youngie fucked you so good you squirted all over his cock.”

“Please, I-”

“Shhh,” he folded himself over you, pressing his lips to your nape, the hand on your back now clutching the edge of the counter. “You can do it.”

His hips picked up their pace, hammering into you in deep thrusts, as though he couldn’t bear not being sheathed within your tight heat. That, paired with the stunted moans flowing into your ears, had black dots dancing around in your blurred vision, thighs trembling as you attempted to hold yourself up while tumbling over the edge. Broken repetitions of his name rolled off your tongue, fingers tightening around his while he fucked you through it, a possessive arm now snug around your waist to take some of the weight off your legs.

“So fucking good for me,” he planted kisses over your sweat-covered skin, exhaling hot air from his nose while his chest heaved over your back, “here it comes, sweetheart.”

Standing still, his hips flush to yours as he fed you every last inch of his cock, Wooyoung painted your walls in burning ropes of white, languidly grinding his length impossibly deeper to fuck his seed into your womb. You spasmed with every brush against your g-spot, your cheek smushed onto the warmed marble while you took Wooyoung’s cum, leaving him to ride out his orgasm at his own pace, using your body yet treading his fingers over its slopes in awe. Soft grunts reverberated in his throat, his forehead pressed to your shoulder blade as he milked out the last of his load, raising his head to hook his chin over your shoulder. His cock remained encased within your fluttering, drenched walls, a line of milky liquid seeping past the stretched rim and down your inner thighs.

He studied your face as though it was his first time laying eyes on you, eyes dancing over the tranquillity cast over your features, drool glimmering on the countertop, your tongue peeking out to moisten the cracks decorating the plush of your lips. He leaned forward—groaning when you squeezed around his softening length—to press a kiss to your jaw, nuzzling his nose into the warmed skin while he dug his fingers into your lower back, easing the tension he’d caused.

You stared back at him, hoping the insecurity and fear he’d woke up drowning in had been erased, gone with no trace. You hoped that your words, your presence, and a cunt full of his cum were enough reassurance that a long life with Wooyoung was all you wanted. Just as you were about to speak, the scorched odour of pancakes that’d been sitting on a hot pan for too long reached your nostrils, grimacing while slowly turning your head to face Wooyoung properly, narrowing your eyes at him while he looked to the side in faux innocence.

“You really couldn’t wait until I was done with breakfast?”

Glancing at the nearly-empty bowl of batter, followed by the charred bottom of the pancake peeking back at him from the pan, a coy smile curled the corners of his lips, moving his attention back at you as he tucked himself closer to your drained form.

“I figured those pancakes could use a little cream.”

#panda's 2k sleepover o(≧▽≦)o #cromernet #jung wooyoung x reader #jung wooyoung smut #ateez x reader #ateez smut #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung scenarios #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfic #wooyoung scenarios

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mountttmase · 28 days

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Sweetheart

Note - so I wrote this in the way home from work after all the softness on the dash for masey 🥺 it’s super self indulgent and rushed and probably rubbish but I hope you guys like it 🩷

@yoursselo @tsimvkas @ithinkimokeei @saltyheartnightmare @harvestmount 🩷🩷🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 1.2k

Warnings - fluff

Leaving the office late used to be a rare occurrence, now it was the norm.

With the days getting longer and lighter you didn’t mind so much but when it was raining like it was right now you knew the trains would be packed and you wouldn’t be there early enough to get a seat. The weather had fooled you that morning and you were dressed in your favourite blazer but it offered you little protection from the rain so you were forced to stand the whole way home, crushed against someone else with your head under their arm while you dripped all over the floor

You made it home in one piece though. Letting yourself in and shunning yourself of your soggy clothes by the door as you didn’t want to walk through in the wet ones and luckily enough for you, Mason had thrown a hoodie of his over the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. His smell consuming you as you pulled it over your head to cover your body that was only clad in your underwear now and a sense of warmth hit you immediately.

You knew you wanted to see him right away, listening out for where he might be but the sound of the tv coming from the lounge made you head that way and your suspicions were confirmed when you found him sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket watching tv.

You knew you were lucky to have Mason, he was more than you could ever dream of, but getting to watch him like this when he was unaware made your heart thump and you felt overwhelmed with how much love you had for him.

You’d mentioned a few weeks ago about how you loved the hair style he had a year ago and now it was cut into the same one. A fluffy brunette mess sitting on top of his head that was still unstyled from his shower at training and all you could think about was running your fingers through it.

You couldn’t help but find everything he did adorable, the way his big brown eyes followed what was happening on the screen, the way he bit his lips absentmindedly and scrunched his nose as he focused on what was going on and you could have stood there for the rest of the night and just watching him in the dim lamplight.

He caught onto you being there soon enough though, his eyes snapping over to where you were standing as you moved a little further into the room and the way you both laughed as he held his hand out for you made your heart leap.

‘Hey sweetheart, when did you get in?’

‘Just now’ you smiled. Getting a better view of him in his favourite comfy clothes under his blanket and the sight made you smile even wider.

‘Oh yeah? I do hope you didn’t go to work dressed like that’ he laughed as he helped you into his lap. Wrapping the blanket around the both of you so your naked legs that were across his thighs were covered and you chuckled at his childishness.

‘Don’t worry, gorgeous. These legs are for your eyes only’ you teased, shivering as he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.

‘Good’ he winked. Squeezing your thigh as you cuddled into each other and you felt yourself relax instantly. ‘How was your day, love?’

The pair of you sat chatting for a little while. Filling him in on the carnage that your least favourite coworker had thrust upon your team that day and in turn he told you all about training. Laughing as he told you stories of how the team were still banging on at him about his goal and the joy on his face was infectious.

You’d missed this. Missed him being on a high from having a good game and scoring an amazing goal. Missed his animated features and as the pair of you both finally had something to say to each other. Knowing that Mason loved contributing something positive about his day which he hadn’t been able to do so much lately and you hadn’t realised you were staring at him until he stopped talking halfway through a sentence.

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Because’ you smiled, your hands coming up to cup his jaw before you playfully pinched his cheeks. ‘You’re so adorable, Masey’

‘Stop it’ he giggled, trying to shake his head away from you so you couldn’t carry on but you weren’t done with him yet. Placing your hands gently on the side of his face so you could make him look at you and it’s like you were falling for him all over again.

He looked so happy. Big brown eyes that made you feel like sunshine, a soft smile on his pretty lips as he looked up at you adoringly but it was the adorable blush over his cheeks and bridge of his nose that made your heart skip a beat. No matter how much Mason told you he didn’t like you making a fuss of him in that way you knew he secretly loved it. He was the king of physical touch, but he also loved to hear how much you loved him and clearly the mix of both right now was too much for him.

‘What’s gotten into you tonight? You’ve gone all soft'

‘I just love you. And I love coming home to you’ you whispered. Your eyes flickering over his features and you melted at the way he rested his cheek into your palm. ‘Moments like this, it makes it all worth it, right?’

‘I love you too’ he whispered, shutting his eyes momentarily before he was looking back up at you. ‘You’re always worth it, my love’ and when his eyes dropped to your lips you knew what he wanted.

It was one of the softest kisses you’d ever shared. No intent of taking things any further, just content with wanting to show each other how much you loved the other as you loving brushed your lips against his and when you lightly scratched over his stubble he giggled adorably onto your lips. In turn tickling your naked waist under his hoodie until you squirmed in delight and your giggles mixed together.

‘Have you eaten, sweetheart? It's getting late and I don’t want you going to bed hungry’ he told you and you felt yourself melt again.

‘Will you make me your special pasta?’ You asked shyly, knowing how happy it made him whenever you asked and it was worth it for the bright smile that adorned his lips.

‘Till the day I die, I’ll always make you my special pasta’ he professed, the pair of you laughing as he scooped you up under your legs and carried you off into the kitchen.

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inwhosereverie · 30 days

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afab!reader x simon ‘ghost’ riley

warning: smut, naive reader, reader cheating, mean simon, rough sex, degredation, filming/videotaping, oral (f & m receiving), sexting, masturbation

word count: 769 words

a sharp hiss leaves from the small gaps of simon’s gritted teeth, his huge arm draped over his eyes covering the way his features scrunched in insane pleasure from pumping his cock mercilessly within the grasp of his large calloused hand. “ah, you fuckin’ slut..” he managed to growl out, you weren’t there to hear them- you are 30 minutes away from his own flat probably laying in your little nightwear beside your so-called lover, poor guy doesn’t know the things you do when he isn’t around.

you couldn’t leave simon’s head alone, never, since he’s tried ignoring your pleading calls to get him to come over, his phone lighting up whenever it vibrates against the wooden texture of his nightstand every time you text because he doesn’t pick up your calls, you haven’t left his mind.

‘are you free tonight?’

‘he just left for work.’

‘need you rn..’

‘please, si?’

you were pathetic, pathetic pretty little thing that can’t get enough of him even when you have a whole other man to provide something better for you. you seek for him and simon takes pride in it.. his cockhead raging red leaking endless amounts of pre-cum for him to smear around the base of his veiny dick thinking about your gorgeous pussy swallowing him like it’s made just for him, all while your worthless of a boyfriend works his ass off nightly probably imagining a prosperous future with you.

your boyfriend doesn’t know the amount of pictures and videos simon has saved of you in his phone, where he’s got you all fucked up and slurring as he slides his cock in and out of your leaking cunny after you’ve already climaxed 3 times around him.

videos of you on your knees swallowing his thick cock deep down your tight throat until the tip of your nose press against his pelvis and how your eyes sting with tears, gripping a handful of your locks then repeatedly ramming into those beautiful lips of yours, saliva trailing down your chin to your neck gagging from how big he is. all beneath the roof you share with your partner: the one that everyone expects you to get married to and have kids with.

he has you wrapped around his thick finger, he has your cunt wrapped around three of them too, his face pressed in-between those luscious thighs, his pierced tongue licking your puffy clit listening to the way you whine and beg.

he lightly squeezes his dick harder, thrusting up to his own hand as beads of sweat drip down his sheets from all parts of his exposed skin, god, you are sexy— so fucking sexy and naive that you’d rather throw away a better man for a bloke like him, who didn’t give two shits about you other than your pretty little body and your addictive moans.

how you’d rather be in his inbox sending him pictures of your fingers in your cunny, a video of you pawing and playing with your breasts moaning his name softly into the speaker right in front of a mirror, be a whole whore for him behind that innocent facade of being a loyal devoted girlfriend to another man. “fuck..” you deserve better, you should know that, even simon knows that.. “fuuck, such a good whore f’me..” he huffs, lighty pressing his thumb on the tip of his shaft causing shivers down his whole body.

he knew you shouldn’t be begging for him. but he likes that you do. he knew it was fucked up for him to humor you, to play with you. but he wants to. he likes that you’d bend down and let him take you whenever, how you don’t shy away from crying and screaming out his name, let him make you forget that you belong to someone else entirely only for you to sob against your confused boyfriend’s chest when he leaves without tending to you. neglecting you all over again.

his body then stuttered, legs began to shake as thick ropes of cum shoots out his tip— painting his hand, abdomen, and inner-thighs with his own sticky cream, his back arched off the mattress, brown eyes fluttered and rolled back releasing a strained pathetic whimper that unexpectedly drew out your name, a train of slurred swearing slide out his tongue as he continues shagging his hand until he was too sensitive.

his heavy breath was all he could hear, then a notification from his phone lights up the dark room- he grins in disbelief, didn’t have to look to know that it was you.

begging for more.

#cod smut #ghost cod #ghost imagine #simon ghost riley #ghost x you #ghost smut #ghost x reader #simon riley #ghost x female reader

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venuslut · 3 months

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FANTASIZING ABOUT being Toji Fushiguro’s sponsor (aka sugar mommy) ♡︎ p.1.

You’re Toji’s favorite stress relief. His go-to lover when he needs to let off some steam after a hard mission or a bad day out at the horse track. He’s got you wrapped around his finger, eager to please him any chance you get. And who can blame you? The way his muscles bulge against his tight black shirt or the way his gray sweatpants outline his dickprint deliciously, especially when he manspreads. Toji is aware of your hyper sexual tendencies and uses it to his advantage. It’s hard to refuse his request for money when he’s towering over you from behind and pressing his groin into your ass. You’re to turned on to deny him when you can feel his warm breath on your ear and sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core.

Don’t worry though, he won’t leave you hanging and is sure to compensate you. He’ll even let you suck his cock as a reward for being such a good girl. He knows how horny you get when you see him shirtless and his pants hang low to expose the hairs that trail down his lower abdomen into his pelvis creating a happy trail. That’s all the incentive you need to find yourself on your knees in between Toji’s meaty thighs while he sits of the edge of the couch, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. His eyes darkening with desire as he watched you grip his cock in your hands. You licked a strip up his cock and dotted wet kisses on the tip of his head before opening your mouth wider and taking him in. Impatiently, Toji guided your head back and forth, forcing you to swallow him as far down your throat as you could. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes and you had to regulate your breathing, but nothing could stop you from wanting to please him more.

You expertly took his whole cock in your mouth, expanding your throat to accommodate his thickness, all the way til your nose brushed against his untrimmed pubes. You looked up at him, your eyes watering from the burn. You didn’t stay there long, continuing to bob your head up and down his cock, sucking him off like you’re done many times before. Saliva dripped down your chin as you licked and sucked at his cock and balls. You didn’t care when Toji gripped at your hair and fucked your throat at his own rough pace, beginning to more freely move his hips, repeatedly slamming the big head of his cock against the back of your throat. "Take it deeper, Y/n," he growls, his gruff voice filled with need. "I know you can handle it."

He was fucking into your mouth like a toy, but you were so invested that you couldn't help but focus on him and how to please him. He encased you in a smoky halo as he took another drag from his cigarette, letting out a stream of milky vapor around you. He stared down at you, his eyes holding a spark of dark amusement. "You look like such a slut sucking my cock like that," he groaned, his voice a mix of satisfaction and mockery. He let his grip on your hair guide your movements, controlling the pace as he thrust into your mouth with a wild abandon. The wet sounds of your sucking and the sight of your saliva dripping down your chin only drove him further into a frenzy.

You were overcome with need when his cock twitched in your mouth, signaling Toji was about to release. Drool and precum trickled down the sides of your mouth as you readied yourself to take on his load. With one more thrust, he pushed your head into his pelvis and held you in place as he came down your throat. His body tensed from his release and you could see the veins in his neck poke through from the force, his grip on your head tightens painful but you welcomed the pain knowing it’s caused by his pleasure. Your throat expanded and contracted to swallow the amount of semen he released, using your skilled tongue to savor every last bit of his essence, swallowing it all down with a gulp. He released his grip on your hair, allowing you to pull back with a wet pop, saliva and cum glistening on your lips.

Eventually, Toji released his grip on your hair, traveling to clutch the bottom of your chin and tilt your head up to meet his piercing eyes. “Open,” he ordered, and you opened your mouth wide, tongue out to show him that you swallowed all his hot cum and prove just how obedient you are.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “Told you, you could take it,” his thumb swiping along your face, smearing your cheek with his cum, marking you as his own. Your cunt fluttered at the praise, and you looked at him expectantly, eager to know what else he had in store for you. But to your disappointment, he pulled his hand away from your face and sheathed his still glistening length into his pants. “Now, I’m going to take a shower and when I get out, I expect you to be in the bed, naked and ready for me. Do I make myself clear?”

a/n: I kinda don’t like this… it feels rushed and no thought to it.

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circe69 · 1 year

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Sleep On the Floor

Simon "Ghost" Riley x GN! reader

summary: reader and Ghost's safehouse has only 1 bed. reader also wears glasses/contact. just know you're pretty much blind and it makes things hilarious.

genre: fluffy, enemies to lovers

warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, I think that's it.

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You were huffing, walking back to the safe house. Blood was dripping down both sides of your temple and at some point, your nose was bleeding profusely. Your legs felt like jelly, and all you wanted to do was go to bed.

This was one of the hardest missions you had been on in a while. The number of people you killed were too many to count, as well as the number of injuries you had collected over the course of what felt like years, when in reality, it was only a few days.

Keeping close behind you was one of the most insufferable and loud men you had ever come across. Everyone called him Ghost, however, you preferred to never even address him. He was your one and only partner for this mission, and boy, was it as awful as you thought it would be. Sure, he was extremely attractive and was amazing at everything he did, but that made him so much more annoying to you.

“Are you hurt?” He yelled in his raspy, all too British voice.

Why does he care? That pig.

You don’t answer as you unlock the door to the safe house, well, as you try. Your fingers were shaking, and you felt like a total moron after trying to just put the key into the lock. You were starting to be noticeably frustrated when all of the sudden, Ghost’s large arms wrap around your torso, one resting on your shivering waist, the other your hand. He bends down and whispers in your ear,

“I said, are you hurt?” His voice sends shivers down your spine, and as much as you hated to admit, you loved his voice. He slowly unlocked the door with ease and kicked the door open with his giant, muddy combat boots. You didn’t move, you just stared at the open door entry and whispered, “No. Just a little bloody but nothing a shower won’t fix.” You turned around to look at him, his hand shifting away from your waist, and you almost grabbed his hand to keep it there.

What am I thinking? I need sleep.

“I’m fine.” You repeated quietly. He just huffed in response, and pushed you backwards into the house by the shoulders.

He started walking towards the kitchen, but you grabbed one of his arms reluctantly.

“What about you? Did you get injured?” You said, staring into his cold eyes. You didn’t know why you even cared, but the thought of your only partner on this mission getting hurt made you uneasy.

He didn’t answer for a long time, just stared at you, his breathing heavy and you could see his chest rising and falling through the thick layers of this camouflage armor.

“No. Just tired.” He gruffly responded. You nodded, and went to go see the bedrooms.

Or should I say, room. Singular. The safe house only had one bed, and as soon as you saw it you gasped so loud, Ghost came running down the hall, expecting to find a dead body.

“What? What is it?” He turned the corner into the room where you were to find that there was only one queen bed. The two of you just stood there staring at it. “This is ridiculous! Why would they only have one bed in this huge house?”,you yelled. Opening your mouth again, you whispered angrily, “I’ll sleep on the floor. There's enough blankets in this house to make a whole separate bed.” Ghost started to counter you but you interrupted, “Don’t argue, I'm gonna go take a shower. You can take one in the guest bathroom.”

You started to walk into the bathroom when he briskly walked in front of it, blocking you.

“Your back is going to hurt and I don’t want to have to hear you complain any more than I already do. I’ll sleep on the floor.” You tried to push past him, but his hands alone were stronger than your whole body, there was no point. He put his large hands on your shoulders and massaged them a little, leaving you surprised as he walked out of the bedroom, taking a towel with him.

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As you exited the bathroom, your hair washed and clothed in fresh pajamas, you were shocked to see that the lights were already turned off, and it was extremely hard for you to see. Plus, you didn’t have your glasses on so you were a walking hazard. You tried to take as small steps as you could, but all the sudden you stepped on something hard and alive.

Ghost growled and sat up as you tripped over him. You started laughing, “Ghost, I’m sorry, I honestly thought you were kidding about the whole floor thing.” You crawled on your hands and knees, feeling your way around until your hands landed on his thigh. He exhaled loudly and abruptly grabbed you by the hips and turned you over on your back, so he was hovering over you. Breathing heavily, he whispered, “Watch where your hands are going.” You started giggling again, in total shock that he was caging you in with his bare torso and biceps, the only thing on his body being that stupid balaclava and grey sweatpants.

“I don’t have my glasses on, I can’t see! I swear.”

He sighed and dug his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your midsection. Your hands traveled up and down his spine, as if you had always done this around him. It felt so natural, for both of you.

So, there you were, laying tangled up in each other on a makeshift bed on the floor, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

#ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost fluff #simon riley fluff #simon riley x reader #modern warfare #ghost imagine #circe69scribbles

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mommypieck · 1 year

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༺ ♱ ༻ helping hand

✿ okkotsu yuuta x reader x toge inumaki

✿ smut

"inumaki, we shouldn't be going this." yuuta whispers as toge drags your body to the boys bathroom. his hand is covering your mouth and his hands all over your body. yuuta watches the whole scene unravel in front of him with fear but also lust in his eyes.

it all started when he revealed his huge crush on you to inumaki. toge being the little sly he is, bombarded yuuta with dirty questions. he also showed yuuta the upskirt pictures he took (telling him that the whole jujutsu tech saw the pictures). who would have thought that he might go as far as tying your arms together and giving you to yuuta as a gift.

you look at yuuta with wide eyes as inumaki's arms holds your body close to his. yuuta's gaze is piercing into your body, from your silky hair down to your panties that are peeking at him from under your skirt.

"salmon." toge smiles when he catches where yuuta is looking, opening your legs and holding them to present your panty clad pussy to yuuta.

you would be lying if you said that this isn't turning you on. you spend most of your nights dreaming about being used by your classmates. and yuuta and inumaki were high on your fuck list. you have already checked off some of the names, one after gojo-sensei's teaching lesson and another after midnight training with maki.

"im sorry, y/n." yuuta says softly with an unsure look on his face. his hands find your thighs, massaging them, fingers digging in like claws.

"do you want to lick her pussy?" inumaki asks, pushing your panties to the side so that both of them can take a good hard look at your pussy.

"she's dripping." yuuta says with wide eyes, smiling at toge who is smiling right back. yuuta gets on his stomach right in front of your pussy. his eyes are inspecting your pussy and your chest swells with pride that this might be the first pussy he has ever seen.

he slowly licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit. you shiver at the contact. he licks at your pussy again, this time more enthusiasticly. you coo at him to encourage him that he's doing it right and that's all it takes him to devour your pussy. he buries his face into your cunt. his nose bumping on your clit while his tongue laps at your juices. he switches his focus on your clit, playing with it with his tongue while his finger enters your hole.

you can feel inumaki grab handful of your boobs, pinching your nipples while yuuta plays with you.

"he's a good boy, isn't he?" toge says into your ear. your whole body freezes, not used to toge's voice and you have to nod because yuuta is doing a good job. you look down between your legs to see yuuta nod his head frantically, stimulation you perfectly.

"do you wanna fuck me?" you ask him in between moan. yuuta looks up at your with wide eyes, nodding again. he is so eager, pulling his underwear down and freeing his cock so he can sink inside.

"fuck her, baby." inumaki breaths out at the sigh of yuuta's cock. and yuuta has no choice but to complain, sinking into your pussy inch by inch.

"harder. she can take it." toge says and yuuta starts thrusting in long and hard thrusts. his cock also colliding with your cervix. his whole body shakes at the stimulation, his dream coming true, and he swears that he's in heaven. you can feel toge's erection pressing into you from behind, his voice saying sweet nothings into your ear.

yuuta's thrusts become slopper and you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you.

"im gonna cum." yuuta whines into your neck as he tries his best to last one more second.

"cum inside her, sweets." inumaki orders and yuuta spills inside of you, painting your walls white. yuuta collapses on top of you, not being able to tell what just happened. yuuta opens his eyes to see inumaki caressing your body, his cock still hard.

"do you want him to fuck you too?" he asks, jealousy boiling inside of him.

"i- yes-"

"no fucking way." a voice interrupts you and you turn to see yuuji and megumi looking at you with wide eyes. you pussy is on display to both of them, yuuta's cum still leaking out.

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