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pov: geto wants to know your fav scary movie
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girl dad nanami!!! ft. baby nobara :3
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Combining my two favorite things to get the dopamine levels of someone on heroin
Feel free to zoom in and find all the little details I hid in their outfits
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heyy!! so my req is a little 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂
So girl farmer is a lightweight drinker and she basically starts dry humping the bachelors (Sam or Elliott, you can choose) leg😭
Idk what happens next you can just go with the flow LMAOO
RIP ANON IM SO SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONGGG I FINALLY FINISHED THIS HERE
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Drunk & Nasty
Sam x Reader - MDNI!!
Summary: Reader gets reckless when she's drunk.
Tags: reader-insert, pov second person, p in v, creamp/e, size k/nk, drunk s/x, gr/nding
Posted on ao3 as a oneshot and part of a collection
"I love this song!" Abigail cries over the loud music. It’s some remix of a song that sounds vaguely familiar, like you’ve heard it on the radio before. You don’t really care to decipher the lyrics, especially not now that you’ve started sipping on the first of many drinks for the night. It’s been too long since you’ve gone drinking, and you’re more than happy to drown out the background noise with some liquid courage.
Music isn’t the only thing you’re trying to drown out, however. The other one just so happens to be walking towards you and Abigail right now. And shit, the way he walks, oblivious to how his pants hug his thighs, how his arms push against the sleeves of his shirt. He has no idea what he does to you. That’s probably the worst part.
“I got you your rum and coke, Y/N,” Sam says with a soft smile. His deep brown eyes linger on you for an extra moment before he turns to your best friend. “Seb’s coming with your drink in a sec, Abby. He’s over there. I’d be cautious if I were you; I saw a couple girls eyeing him when we were waiting at the bar.”
Abigail rolls her eyes. “That’s what I get for marrying the finest man in Pelican Town. Can’t go anywhere without having to be on pest control. I’ll be back soon.”
Sam turns to me as Abigail has a ‘harmless chat’ with Sebastian. “City girls can never handle the small-town charm.”
You roll your eyes. “I’m from Zuzu, and I’m getting along just fine. Your ‘small-town charm’ is pretty ineffective.” Lie. If only he knew.
You take a sip of your drink as Sam goes on about his highly effective romance tactics. You’re not drunk enough to ignore how his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. You want to run your fingers over it. Or how he instinctively moves to shield you from passersby, so you don’t get shoved. Everything about him is just so intoxicating. Maybe if you keep sipping, your body will focus on the actually dangerous substance in your bloodstream, instead of the buzz you get when Sam’s fingers graze your arm.
Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. You’re two drinks and a water in, but all it’s done is give you a strange urge to dance with the nearest person. Unfortunately, that happened to be Sam. You’re now singing lyrics to a song you didn’t realize you knew, trying to hide the way you’re ogling at his body as he moves with you. It’s clear he’s only dancing to please you, and it makes you wonder if maybe he might feel something?
Nope. Not doing that again. You’ve been there before, thought a guy might like you back. Every single time you’ve been disappointed, and you’re not going to make a fool of yourself anymore, not now that you’re a sensible adult… who happens to be grinding against her best friend. And he’s not pulling away.
The song has changed to something more sensual, and so has your dancing. Sam’s hands are on your hips, your head back against his shoulder. You’re no longer thinking—the fourth sip of your third drink eliminated that possibility. Have you always been such a lightweight drinker? Regardless, your body moves with his so effortlessly, and it feels so right. You could stay pressed against him like this forever.
You would have, too, if not for the asshole who bumps into you, spilling his drink on your top.
“Shit!” you exclaim, reluctantly pulling away from Sam. The fucker’s drink was brightly coloured and sticky. You can’t just let it air dry. “I’m… I’m gonna go to the bathroom and clean this up.”
“Do you want help?” Sam asks, thoughtful as ever.
You want to have to consider his offer, but you don’t have the patience or willpower. All you can think about is him carefully taking off your top in the stall, wiping your chest. Maybe you’d get a little carried away, his fingers starting to graze your nipples…
“Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.” You grab his hand and drag him to the bathrooms.
“Uh, should we really be doing this in the women’s room?” Sam looks around the stalls anxiously.
“It’s fine. Nobody gives a shit about anything in Zuzu.” You pull him into the stall with you, along with several paper towels. You start dabbing at the stain, which will definitely not come out without a thorough wash. “Fuck. The one day my outfit actually looks good.”
Sam unlocks the stall door and leaves quickly, leaving you confused. He comes back with a damp stack of napkins, and he starts to wipe gently at your chest. “Your outfits are always cute.”
“Thanks, Sam.” It’s near impossible to hide your blush, but it’s not just from the compliment. He’s started to pat down your chest above the neckline, too, and even the slightest contact has your skin feeling hot. You watch him, admiring how gentle he is. He’s so careful, every movement intentional. Your eyes drift to his face, his lashes, his lips. He pauses his movements and makes eye contact with you, and you swallow.
“Do you want to maybe take your shirt off? To clean underneath, I mean. It looked like the drink soaked through.” You could swear his gaze shifted to your chest, but only for a moment.
It almost pains you how much you want to say yes, because you know what it’ll lead to. You’d get fucked in a Joja bathroom if it means Sam is the one inside you... You could fantasize for hours, but your dreams are shattered when Sam’s phone rings.
“Shit, Y/N. I have to take this. I’m sorry. I’ll be back in a bit.” He looks genuinely disappointed as he rushes out of the stall. You are, too, but maybe this was for a reason?
You decide it’s best to just clean yourself off. You slide up your top and use a damp paper towel to wipe your chest and dab at the fabric you were wearing. It was a white baby tee, paired perfectly with your black denim miniskirt. You’re not sure what you’ll do now, though. Maybe you can borrow Abby’s jacket?
The universe seems like it isn’t fucking with you today, however. You were dancing, everything was perfect, then that careless dickhead came along and didn’t pay attention to where he was going. Sam literally asked you to take your shirt off. Then he got that fucking phone call. Why can’t anything go your way?
You come out of the stall, reapply your lip gloss, and exit the bathroom. Sam is texting on his phone, but he looks up when he hears the door.
“Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. My dad called to ask me when I was coming back, but he basically never calls, so I thought something was up. Everything’s fine. How are you?”
“I’m glad you’re okay. I’m fine. I cleaned what I could. I’m not sure how I’ll cover it, though…”
Sam, being the amazing man he is, immediately takes off his jacket. “Here. Take this. I’ll be fine, and you look cute in it.”
You almost melt. You accept this as an apology from the universe, because the jacket smells like him. Sam’s scent is one you’ve never been able to get enough of, especially because it’s very weird to go around smelling boys. Now, however… You try to take the most discreet sniff of his collar possible. By the way the corners of his mouth turn up slightly, it probably wasn’t discreet enough, but you could care less. His scent is so intoxicating, God.
“Come, let’s head back to the guys. Seb texted me saying that Abby is on drink number six and she’s basically trying to absorb him. I think we need to save him.”
You’re not entirely sure what your friends are talking about. The music and lights are too overstimulating, and you’re too drained to try and decipher what they’re saying. You’re only focused on the feeling of Sam’s bicep, which you are wrapped around like a vine. He smells so fucking good, and he’s basically a walking furnace. You, in your short-sleeved crop top and miniskirt, are incredibly grateful for the warmth radiating from his body. He hardly seems to mind, either, occasionally running a hand through your hair or giving your interlocked fingers a squeeze. You think you may die.
Sam and Sebastian are talking about some kind of sport when Abby tugs on Seb’s sleeve. You can’t hear what she’s saying, but Sam informs you that it was to say that she’s about to puke. The two of them run off after saying quick goodbyes, presumably because Abigail can never do something once. She’s all-or-nothing, but unfortunately it also applies to violently throwing up. She’ll be stuck over the toilet for a while.
"R.I.P. Abby," Sam mutters in your ear.
You nod in solidarity. "I feel bad for the plumbers."
He laughs. "Since they’re out of the picture now, what do you want to do? Feel like staying for a bit?"
"I guess. Let’s just sit somewhere, then."
Sam drags you to a newly-empty stool at the bar. There’s only one seat, and he offers it to you.
"Aren’t your feet tired?" You look up at him. He’s been dancing with you all night, and your legs are on fire.
"Yeah, but yours are probably worse. You sit."
"We’ll share the seat. I can, like, sit on your lap or something." You push him onto the unfortunately small barstool.
"You’re okay with that?" He looks kind of surprised. "Why wouldn’t I be? I suggested it. Help me up." He does as you say, pulling you on his lap.
You sit on Sam’s knee, feeling his shaped quads under you. You lean back, playing with his hair. It’s so soft, and so is his skin. Was he always so soft? He’s so strong, too. Very muscular. You follow the tattoos on his arms and catch part of a tattoo under his tank top, and wonder if there are more. Maybe he’ll let you see all of them. You run your acrylics down his firm biceps, hardly able to contain yourself. There’s just something about your best friend… The way he’s holding your thigh, pulling you closer to him. The heat that pools in your abdomen whenever he whispers something in your ear. Everything about him makes your heart swell and your clit throb.
Sam gives you a look, but you don’t know what it means. Carefully, he lifts you—God, he can do it so easily; you’ve always had a thing for strong men—and helps you sit to straddle his leg. You’re not sure why, but you’re not about to complain; his thigh is so firm, and his muscles brush against your clit through your little panties.
You blame it on the alcohol as you hold onto Sam’s shoulders, using them to help you rub back and forth on his leg. It starts slow, subtle, and pleasure radiates from your aching clit. The material of your panties drags along your clit, the feeling driving you crazy.
You’re not sure if Sam noticed your cunt rubbing against him at first, but he definitely did when you shoved your face into his shoulder, muffling a moan. Sam lifts your chin so your eyes meet his, and as worried as you are that he’ll be mad, your hips still don’t stop moving. If anything, you’re grinding faster, your chase for that delicious high only being fueled by the intense eye contact.
"Do I turn you on this much?" asks Sam, his voice low and rough. The look in his eyes tells a story of desire, and you’re no longer worried whether he’s mad.
You nod in response to his question. You bite your lip to hold in your whimpers.
"Keep going, baby. I wanna see you come for me." Sam brings his hand to your cheek, cupping your face. His other hand moves to your ass, and he guides your movements. Your hips have a mind of their own, forcing you to buck against him.
The eye contact makes the friction against your clit ten times better. You whimper as the fabric snags on your sensitive spot. You can hardly believe this is finally happening—after years of needing Sam more than oxygen, you have him, and he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing he’s ever wanted, too. His eyes drop to your lips and make their way up to your eyes again, but not before lingering on the way your tits spill out of your shirt.
Sam brings his mouth to yours, capturing your lips. You whine into his mouth, now desperate for release. He snakes a hand into your hair, tugging gently, and you reach your climax. "I’m coming," you say against Sam’s mouth.
He groans in approval. "Good girl. You look so pretty when you come."
"Only for you," you whimper, still recovering from your high.
"Even better. Now, let’s go home. I want you all to myself." Sam pulls you off his lap and brings you to head out. You hold his hand, wrapping your arm around his as he pays his tab and brings you outside. The cool air hits your skin and you’re starting to regret wearing this miniskirt. Despite the shiver that runs through your body, there’s something hot about it… Your panties are still soaked, and anyone could see them if you just bent down a little.
Soon, the Uber you’re assuming Sam called arrives, and he pulls you onto his lap in the backseat. He tells the driver the address before moving to whisper in your ear, "Y’know how long I’ve been waiting for you? Gonna fuck you so good, baby."
You almost whine in response before remembering you’re not alone. Instead, you nod eagerly. "Please," you beg, your voice hardly a sound. You can barely think straight; your brain is clouded with thoughts of Sam. Pounding you into the bed, making sure the only word you remember is his name. Your cunt gushes with slick, helping soak your panties even more than they already were.
Sam trails his long fingers up your thighs, sending heat to your center. He rubs your clit through the fabric of your underwear, and you’re forced to bite your lip to hold in a moan. Sam’s fingers are thick, and the pressure from his fingers is so agonizingly delicious. Silencing your noises is a job now, especially when the tip of Sam’s finger pushes into your hole through the material. He pulls it away, which disappoints you, but the pressure on your clit returns. When his thumb joins the other fingers, he pinches your clit. Slight pain mixes with pleasure; the stimulation increases and so does your enjoyment. Sam’s fingers keep pressing at your aching clit, and you have to muffle your whines into his shoulder again. You crave more, needing the feeling of him.
Lucky for you, the Uber pulls up in front of your building. Sam literally carries you upstairs, making you swoon even more. You run your hands through his hair and press openmouthed kisses to his neck. He groans and you can feel his erection against your thigh.
As soon as you’re through the door, Sam has his mouth on you. He kisses you with passion, one hand at your neck, the other reaching under your shirt. His fingers graze your hardened nipples over the bra you’re wearing. You couldn’t have predicted just how much you’d wish you weren’t wearing one, but Sam doesn’t seem to mind. He slides your thin top over your head and tosses it to the side, then unclasps your bra with a practiced ease. He groans softly as he sees your bare breasts.
“So gorgeous, baby,” he murmurs, trailing his fingers along your breast, swirling delicately around your nipple. He starts to rub, and instinctively your back arches. You let out a soft cry, then another less gentle one when he latches onto the other nipple. His tongue provides a sensation that makes your cunt leak and your knees buckle.
“Fuck! Fuck, please, Sam,” you whine out. He gives your nipple one last pinch, earning a whine from you, before starting to undo your skirt. He slides the denim down and gets you to step out of it—a difficult feat, as your legs are hardly working, mostly from the sheer excitement and adrenaline pumping through you.
“Shit, you’re soaked, babe. Is this all for me?” You can only nod as Sam’s fingers trace over the crotch of your panties. He goes in circles, so close to where you need it but not quite there. His teasing coats your panties even more, but there’s only so much you can take.
“Sam, please…” you whimper.
“Please what? I want to hear you say it.”
You barely can, the way he lightly ghosts over your clit—not enough to satisfy you the way you’ve been wanting, but just enough to make you need more.
“I want you, Sam, fuck,“ you manage to get out. Just as you open your mouth to clarify, Sam’s tongue is on your nipple again. You let out a low moan, your fingers digging into his silky hair. “I need your mouth—fuck!—I need it on my pussy, please,” you make out.
“Your wish is my command, princess.” Sam’s mouth leaves your nipple, but his fingers pull down the sides of your panties. The fabric sticks to your cunt with all the slick. “So beautiful for me, baby.” Sam guides his fingers around your outer lips before parting them softly.
He collects some of the slick leaking from your hole and brings it up to lubricate your clit. The feeling of his fingers on you is heavenly, and your moans convey the message well enough. Sam’s rough fingers press your clit deliciously, but his mouth still isn’t on you. And maybe he’s a mind reader, because when he removes his fingers, they’re replaced by his warm tongue. You let out a cry, your hips bucking against his mouth. He flattens his tongue and your eyes roll back, trying so, so hard to savour this feeling, but you’re not sure if you can last any longer.
His tongue flicks against your clit slowly at first, but he speeds up soon. His tongue feels like a vibrator, pulsing against your sensitive nub. It’s not your first time getting eaten out, but nobody’s ever satisfied you the way he can. His body touching yours is just so addictive. You can already tell; this man will end up driving you insane.
You think you already might be when Sam slides a finger into your cunt. He knows just what to do, massaging your g-spot in a way that makes you see stars. The sounds of his groans against your mound, your little whines, and his finger slipping in and out of you echo the room—and your screams, because Sam added another finger. He fills you up so sinfully, your knees buckle and your hole clenches.
"Ah, I’m coming, Sam, fuck!" you cry. Your orgasm is the most intense one you’ve had in years. Your pussy convulses around his fingers, trapping them in. He massages you as you ride out your high, licking your clit as well. You have no choice but to melt into Sam, as your legs are jelly.
He retracts his fingers and moves up to be face to face with you on the bed. You lean against him and he presses a soft kiss against your lips. You kiss him back, this time more passionate. He just has an air to him that you can’t resist—you’re entirely unsure how you haven’t tried to fuck him already. Your lips part and his tongue enters your mouth—he tastes like you. God, everything about him makes you want to carry his babies.
Sam breaks away from the kiss and helps the both of you to your feet. He wraps his arms around you again and gets you to rest your legs around his waist, and he carries you to the bedroom. Your bare cunt rubs against his clothed erection as you walk, and he notices.
"Shit, baby. Gonna fuck you so good." Sam groans against your skin as he peppers kisses on your neck. Your cunt clenches around nothing. Sam lays you down on the bed and starts to remove his clothes. "Touch yourself for me, princess. I wanna see how you get your pretty little pussy off."
Fucking hell, you’d do anything for this man. You suck on your middle and ring fingers, keeping eye contact with him as you cover them in your saliva. You bring your fingers down to your cunt and rub your clit, letting out little moans as you do. You slide them in your pussy, hitting right where you need to.
Sam is fully naked, and he pulls a bottle of lube from his drawer while still watching you fuck yourself. He lubes himself up and pumps a few times before reaching for the hand that’s inside you right now. He brings your fingers to his lips and sucks off your juices, then drops your hand. He uses his own fingers, inserting two into you and massaging your g-spot.
"Fuck, Sam…" you moan. He curls his fingers and lets his palm rub against your swollen clit. "Shit, stop, I’ll cum if you keep doing that," you say, forcing his hand out of you.
Sam wipes your juices off on his throbbing cockhead, already covered in pre. He lines himself up with your cunt, his wet tip sliding against you. He slowly, carefully pushes the bright head of his cock into your awaiting hole.
Your cunt stretches as his girth enters you, and he feels so sinful. He keeps pushing, your plushy walls sucking in his thick cock. You feel the ridges and veins scrape along your g-spot, and you can feel every part of him inside you. He slides in so easily, and you can hear a little squelch when he fits it all in.
"You’re so tight," he groans, rolling his hips against you. Your walls stretch at the feeling of his length stuffing you full. Sam lets you adjust to his size, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. He licks your bottom lip and you pull him closer to you, deepening the kiss.
He pulls out of you and leaves just the tip, dragging a whine out of you at the emptiness—you’re about to slide him back in again yourself when he slams back into you, forcing a loud cry from your lips. He starts to thrust into you in rough motions, his balls slapping your ass and his cock hitting the spot inside that makes your eyes roll back.
"Fuck, Sam," you cry. "Can’t believe I—ah—waited so long to do this—shit, Sam, right there—"
Sam doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy. His hard length fucks into you in a way that tells you he’s been waiting for this as long as you have. One of his hands pulls your leg up over his shoulder, letting him reach impossibly deeper into you, while the other leaves bruising marks on your hip.
"Gonna fuck you so good, baby," Sam slurs, drunk from the alcohol and your pussy. Your soft walls sucking him in feels so addicting; he doesn’t think he can get enough. "Gonna fuck this pretty little cunt ’til you can’t take it anymore, ’til you forget every word but my name. You like that, princess?"
You don’t really know what he said, only that his cock is pounding relentlessly into your g-spot. Your eyes roll back into your head when his thumb starts to abuse your clit. "Oh, Sam, I’m coming—!"
"I know, baby. Let it out." Sam’s thrusts become more jagged and rushed, but he keeps thrusting into you so deliciously, his finger flicking your clit over and over, until finally you’re coming. God, it feels so good, and even better when Sam starts fucking out his own orgasm. It doesn’t take more than two thrusts for him to explode into you, his hot cum flooding your insides. Your pussy spasms around his girth and your breath shakes as Sam collapses onto you. He doesn’t pull out—he needs to make sure every drop of his seed stays in you.
You pull him into a kiss, this time soft and loving. Your tongues dance as you feel his body on yours. His mouth on yours, one hand now gently massaging your tit while the other cups your cheek, and his cock continuing to throb inside you. You think this just might be the most content you’ve ever felt.
"Sam," you whisper, breaking the kiss.
"Yes, princess?" His warm eyes lock onto yours.
"Can we try doggy now?"
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I’m currently obsessed with the idea of a one night stand with Yandere gojo who’s ego gets crushed when you reject him in the morning
one night stand w gojo 😈
GOJO SATORU x fem!reader
— nsfw content (little blurb)
summary; u and gojo have funsies before u leave him for some odd reason??
warnings; smut, p in v, unprotected sex, mean reader kinda, UNREALISTIC reader cuz who’d actually leave this man?? overstimulation, whiny gojo, pussy drunk, he lowkey goes insane at the end
no, because gojo would never see this coming. he’d met you at a bar, thought you were absolutely gorgeous, and smoothly made his way into your booth. obviously, his pretty lashes and blue orbs would win you over, he would flash his pearly whites and somehow make you fall into his sheets within an hour.
could you blame yourself? he was the most handsome man you've ever met, with a hair color that amazed you with an even more amazing face card. expensive-looking jacket, smooth button-up tucked into black slacks, he looked like something out of a vogue magazine. his personality was even more of a win, considering how sweet and playful he was, making you comfortable in his presence within minutes. he was truly a people’s person, being able to sweet talk you even when he was battering his thick cock into your pussy.
you had never felt so slutted out, driven into such a mess underneath a man you didn't even know an hour prior. cunt stuffed with his prior orgasms, his breath heavy with some of his saliva dripping down your neck as he leaned all his weight on top of you. he was a mess, pushing himself as deep as he could into your wet pussy, relishing in how your gummy walls squeeze his cock justttt right. was he looking through rose-tinted sunglasses or were you suddenly even more pretty now that he had your breasts bouncing in his face?
“fuck, fuck, this pussy is sooo good,” he practically whines into your breasts, smushing his face in-between them. he has a rough grip on your waist, a bruising grip that he hopes leaves a mark. something to remind you of the next following week, to remember how good his cock made you feel. his hips thrust like an animal, pussy-drunk to the extent he was unintentionally overstimulating you, your whimpers and gasps going unheard by his ringing ears. all he could think about was how your small hands clawed at his shoulders and pushed your fingertips into his stiff muscles, earning a groan from the bottom of his throat.
“can you cum for me again, pretty girl? please? please? you feel so good, i don't think i can ever stop—’ he blabbers into your ear, ignoring your squeaks and pleas for him to slow down. you were insane if you thought you could make him slow down in this state, all he wanted to do was beat your pussy until it was permanently molded around him. you cant help but listen to him, especially when he sounded so sweet and whiny. your pussy tightens before squirting out cum over his cock, making him let out a girly-gasp. he whines at the sensation and pushes as deep as he can, cumming inside you for almost the fifth time tonight. he certainly wasn't fucking you like a one night stand.
a few hours later, satoru finds himself slowly waking up from the deep slumber he had been in for the last few hours. his body had gave out after the five rounds you guys went at, leaving him passed out on top of you.
when he awakens, his long fingers claw at the bed and look for your warm body. he remembers stuffing his face in your breasts before passing out, but now he can’t feel your pillowy chest against his face, and that’s a problem.
he mumbles your name softly, raising his head from the sheets, blinking dumbly. the absence of your warm body is immediately noticed by him. he sits up quickly, looks around for you, his lips tugging into a confused scowl. where’d you go? your clothes which were thrown on the floor were gone, your purse that you put on his desk was gone, your heels by the door— you were gone.
this couldn’t be happening. he rushes out of bed in a hurry and scavenges his apartment, trying to find you. maybe you had work and needed to leave early? maybe a family emergency? he means— with all those orgasms he gave you last night, no way you left voluntarily. he’d have to find you again.
you weren’t going to leave him. he had his eyes set on you and he would make sure you had no where to go. there was no way some pathetic little civilian could slip out of his grasp. you were crazy to think you could leave him. absolutely bat shit insane.
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yuuji is aged up to 19+
yuuji cums untouched the first time he eats your pussy.
when you agreed to come back to his room to watch a movie with him he expected some kissing, maybe a little over the clothes play.
he never expected to have you laid on your back, naked from the waist down with your shirt pushed over your chest, nipples still wet and hard from where he just got done sucking on them.
your knees are bent, legs squeezed shut as you attempt to shield yourself from his burning gaze, your cheeks burning up as yuuji rubs his hand up and down your thighs comfortingly.
he's hard as a rock, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants and he has to palm himself over the cloth.
"we dont have to do this is you dont want to" he tells you, not wanting to pressure you into anything you arent ready for.
"n-no," you stutter before clearing your throat, "no. i want to. i'm just a little nervous is all. maybe we could kiss some more?" you say unsure and yuuji smiles at you before crawling up and pressing his lips to yours once again.
he waits patiently for you to spread your legs for him, not wanting to rush you into anything.
when you do finally spread your legs he was sure he could've cum from the sight alone. he was positive it was the prettiest pussy he would ever see in his lifetime.
you were so pretty and pink, he could see your fluttering hole clearly from how close his face was to your cunt.
and don't even get him started on how wet you were from a little kissing and having his lips wrapped around your nipples, both your folds and thighs were coated in slick as it dripped from your entrance, and he just knew it tasted as sweet as smelled.
he positions himself in front of you, he's laying on his front between your legs, his face inches from where you wanted him the most.
yuuji's brwn eyes flick up to your face, silently asking for permission. all it takes is a nod of your head before he's diving in.
the first swipe of his tongue along your folds has both of you moaning out, your hips bucking off of the mattress as your body involuntarily seeks that foreign pleasure once again.
he swipes his tongue through your folds once again, lapping at the slick that drips from your heat as he ruts his hips into the mattress, desperate for some friction to his aching cock.
he lets his eyes flutter closed as he devours your cunt, lapping and slurping and sucking on every inch of you he can get his mouth on. he's so lost in the feeling of your hands tugging on your hair, the taste of you on his tongue and the pretty sounds that fall from your lips as he sucks on your clit that he doesn't realize his own orgasm is approaching just as rapidly as yours.
its not until the hands you have tangled in his hair tugs on his hair —hard, does he realize just how close he was.
its too late to stop it as the movement in his lower half stops, hips sputtering and his cock twitching as he paints the inside of his boxers white with his seed.
you're still grinding your cunt back and forth against his face as your ride out your own orgasm, oblivious to fact that yuuji just came in his pants just from eating you out.
when he pulls away he has to hold back a wince at the way his softening cock clings uncomfortably against his soiled underwear.
he lets out a choked sound when your hands drop down to his pants and he looks up at you with wide eyes.
taking his reaction negatively, you immediately pull your hands away , muttering out an apology as your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“sorry,” you squeak “I just thought I could… return the favor.”
“oh.. it’s okay— I umm…” he stutters quietly, “I kinda already… finished” he says and your gaze drop down to his lap.
your eyes widen as you take in the large wet patch on the front of his pants. you cant help but feel flattered by the fact that him simply eating you out would be enough to make him cum.
yuuji can’t even bring himself to be embarrassed about it cause that was the best orgasm he ever had in his life.
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to the anon that requested like a month ago i promise i didnt forget you
#i will post it#at some point#its longer than my other ones and has more plot so it took longer to write#and also i got distracted a little cause theres lots going on#do not fret#rey rambling
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Willy's Special Rod
Willy x Reader - MDNI!!
Summary: Willy shows the farmer how he uses his rod.
Tags: reader-insert, pov first person, p in v, creamp/e, size k/nk
Posted on ao3 as a oneshot and part of a collection
I wake up and are instantly reminded of what I was doing last night, before I went to bed. I grab a coffee, sipping it slowly as I remember my intense orgasms, thanks to the help of my glass dildo. I feel my pussy getting wet from the memories. I clear my throat and leave the house, forcing myself to focus on the morning’s tasks. There’s a letter in the mailbox this morning, and it’s from Willy. I can feel my pussy clench, picturing his beard, his broad shoulders, his essence. What does he want? I want to open it, but instead I stick it in my pocket, saving it for after I collect today’s crops.
Once the animals are fed, pumpkins are harvested, and the fruit cave is checked, I can finally open Willy’s letter. I open it eagerly and read it aloud.
"Come to the beach at six… That’s it?" I cry, disappointed. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected much. Willy isn’t the poet type, and I feel silly for maybe wanting something more from him.
As I’m working, I can’t help but think about Willy. I’ve been having taboo thoughts about him ever since I met him last spring, so I was thrilled when he finally suggested an arrangement for us. I provide him with release whenever he wants, and he gives me bait and equipment.
Willy is undeniably hot. He has a strong, masculine air to him, one that you don’t find in guys my age. I’d been touching myself to him since the first day I met him. He gave me my fishing rod and showed me how to cast it, wrapping his arms around mine as he guided them and whispered instructions in my ear. The sight of him handling his rods, wrapping his thick fingers around the handles. I remember going home and finding my pussy wetter than I’d ever gotten before. I had no choice but to pound myself with my dildo, pretending it was Willy’s thick cock. My pussy is drenched at the memories, and I have to squeeze my thighs together. Willy makes me so aroused it hurts. I contemplate going inside and masturbating before I leave, but I check my watch and I only have an hour before I have to be at the beach. I run inside quickly to get dressed, forcing myself to ignore my overly inviting dildo. I unbutton the first two buttons of my shirt and fluff up my hair in the hallway mirror before heading back out. I set off for the beach.
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I walk down the dock, approaching Willy. I tap his shoulder, admiring the way his arms fill out his shirt so nicely. I fight the choking-themed thoughts that come.
"Y/N, you’re here," Willy says. "I was worried you wouldn’t show."
"Of course I’m here," I smile. "I like this shirt on you, by the way."
"Thank you, Y/N." The way he says my name has my hole gushing. What is it with this man? "Come inside. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Slick oozes out of my cunt as I think about him and his veiny cock. It’s easily the biggest one I’ve seen before, and I can barely take all of him in my mouth at once. I only imagine how he would feel inside me; so far he’s only asked me to use my hands, mouth, and one time he wanted me to use my tits. I’ll never forget his groans whenever I licked his tip when it showed from between my boobs.
I follow Willy inside his shop. He pulls me behind the counter. I instinctively get on my knees in front of him and reach to undo his pants, but today he stops me.
“I have a different idea today, Y/N,” he says gently. God, he’s hot.
“What do you need today, Willy?” I ask him. It doesn’t take a genius to notice the way his cock twitches when I say his name.
“Well, I’ve been thinking recently…” He takes my chin with his fingers and tilts my face up to meet his. His hazel eyes are a piercing shade, tinted with lust.
“You’ve been… thinking? About what?” I won’t lie, I don’t really care about what he has to say. I just need to feel his cock somewhere and I’ll be happy. Right now, I don’t feel him anywhere, and I’m a little impatient.
Willy notices my impatience. “I won’t beat around the bush. I’ve been wondering what your pussy would feel like.”
I can’t control the blush that appears on my face, and I’m now feeling flustered. Finally! It’s taken far too long for him to ask. “Do you mean—“
“I want my cock in your cunt. Would you like that, Y/N?” His voice is raspy, laced with desire. I imagine that’s what he sees in my face, too, and there’s no other way my eager nod can be interpreted otherwise.
Willy reaches for my hands and pulls me up to sit on the counter. He trails his hand along my body, making me shiver. His fingers reach the buttons on my shirt.
“Can I undo these?” he asks, his voice barely a whisper.
I nod. I can feel his dick pressing against my center as he moves closer to me, rock-hard and straining against the fabric of his pants. All the heat in my body rushes down to my cunt as Willy groans in approval, noticing that I went braless today. His fingers graze my nipples and I moan. It’s been forever since I felt the touch of a man, and I’m so glad he’s the one with his hands on me. Willy is gentle yet deliberate with his actions, pinching my nipples and squeezing my tits. I whine when he pulls away from my chest, but it’s worth it when he starts to slide down my skirt.
“Hips up, baby,” he says, and I use his shoulders as leverage to let him pull the fabric off my ass. The underwear I’m wearing underneath is pretty normal, but I don’t have time to stress about them when he pulls them off too.
Willy gets one look at my pussy and groans. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re soaked for me. You’ve been wanting this?”
I nod, feeling my cheeks flush.
“Such a good girl,” he says under his breath, grinning. Willy starts removing his own clothes. “Can I see you touch yourself for me, baby?”
I oblige. I lick my fingers, sucking them like I suck his cock. My eyes don’t leave his. After I’ve properly lubed my fingers, I drag them down to my gushing, hot cunt. My middle and ring fingers dip just barely into my hole, and I can feel the sticky, wet fluids inside me. Willy looks more turned on than I’ve seen him before, so I take it as a good sign and start rubbing my clit. I moan softly, the feeling only amplified when I see Willy start to stroke his cock to the sight of me. I rub my clit faster, and my well-lubed fingers make any potential friction cease. The sounds of my fingers on my cunt turn me on, as well as Willy, whose hand is moving at a speed that would make me cum instantly if he was inside me. I don’t make any signs of stopping the pleasure on my clit, instead waiting for him to finally say the magic words.
“I’m about to come—“ he cries.
“Don’t do it yet,” I tell him, removing my hand from my pussy and watching him unwillingly move his hand too. He looks disappointed, but the look goes away when I tell him, “I want you in my cunt.”
The gleam in his eyes is unmistakable as he lines himself up with my entrance. Willy pushes his unbearably thick tip inside me before pulling out, making me whine. I’m not sad anymore, however, when he drags his now-lubricated tip on my clit in slow, carefree motions.
“Please…” I whine.
“Please what, baby?” Willy doesn’t stop the teasing motions on my clit.
“Fuck me, Willy. I need to feel your thick cock in my wet cunt,” I cry. I can’t help it anymore. I’m so close to finally getting what I’ve wanted for months.
And holy shit, when that wish is granted, it feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
Willy’s cock is big. I knew that, but I didn’t quite know just how big it really was. No dildo can ever satisfy me the way he can. The minute I feel him press into my hole, I know I’m in for the ride of my life.
His cock reaches every single part of my cunt. I feel full in a way nothing could have ever made me feel except for him. At first, he just slides in his cock, letting me adjust to his size. I can feel my pussy molding to his length as he pushes into me. When I think he’s done inserting himself, he manages to fit more in.
“Is it all in yet?” I ask, almost desperate.
“Almost, baby.”
Finally, I feel his balls hit my ass. Willy stays in this position for a bit, really making sure that my cunt won’t ever take dick that isn’t his without being disappointed.
Slowly, Willy starts to thrust. With each one, his fat dick hits every spot in me, making me scream as he rubs my g-spot over and over and over. I feel pleasure I didn’t know was possible. The amount of slick that has come out of my hole between arriving at the shop and now ensures that there’s no friction at all. I’ve never been as turned on as I am right now, tits bouncing as Willy pounds my pussy over his countertops. No amount of porn can capture how utterly amazing this sex is.
Willy puts his hands on my hips to steady me as he speeds up his thrusts. I cry out each time he bottoms out in me. The room echoes with sex sounds, between his balls slapping against my ass, our combined moans, and the obscene slick noises that come when his cock slides in and out of my soaked cunt.
I think this situation can’t get any better, but Willy decides to lean over me on the counter, making direct eye contact with me as he destroys my swollen pussy. I’m tempted to lean up slightly and bring my lips to his—but he does it first.
His lips against mine, his hands on my hips, his cock in my hole… It doesn’t get any better than this. His tongue slides between my lips and now we’re making out as he continues to pound his thick, long cock inside me. Every thrust makes me scream into his mouth, and he doesn’t let up. My back arches and my pussy clenches as I feel my body heat gathering near my cunt, amplifying the feeling of him penetrating me.
Soon, I can’t help it anymore, and I don’t think he can, either. When I pull away from our kiss and scream, “I’m coming!” he doesn’t stop his pace until I can feel my lower lips flutter around him. Only then does he slow down the speed of his thrusts, filling my insides with hot cum. Willy collapses on top of me, pulling me into a soft kiss.
“We should do this again soon,” he whispers in my ear.
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Can't Ignore You
Roommate!Sebastian x Reader - MDNI!!
Summary: Your roommate Sebastian catches you touching yourself to him, and he can’t hold himself back.
Tags: reader-insert, pov second person, m/sturbation, p in v
Posted on ao3 as a oneshot and part of a collection
You enter Sebastian’s room and go to sit on his bed.
"Hi, Seb," you say quietly, not wanting to disturb his Twitch stream. His face lights up when he sees you.
"Hey! Chat, this is my roommate, Y/N," Seb says with a smile. He turns the camera to you. "How was work?"
You wave sheepishly. "It was good, thanks. I came to ask when you’ll be done streaming."
"One sec, chat." He pauses his game and mutes his mic quickly. "I’ll be done in around half an hour. Why?"
"Feel like making dinner together?"
"Sure. I’ll catch up with you later, 'kay?"
"Sounds good. Bye, Seb." You wave goodbye and head back to your room.
You collapse on your bed, mind flooding with images of Sebastian. The heat in your body rushes to your pussy as you recall the way he looked at you, eyeing the tight top you’re wearing. You can hardly handle it anymore; every time you see your roommate you’re filled with lust that you can’t ignore. Now is not an exception, and you feel your cunt clench around nothing in anticipation of your dildo. You slowly pull down your shorts and panties, massaging your tits, ass, and inner thighs. Finally, you pull out the clear silicone and lick it slowly. Your tongue glides down the sides, preparing it for the intrusion. Once it’s covered in your spit, you bring it down to your newly-shaved pussy. You push it through your outer lips, rubbing it along your labia. The dildo brushes against your clit and you moan at the contact. Gently, you start to press the silicone into your leaking hole, but pull it out, teasing yourself. Soon, you can’t wait, so you rub it on your clit and slide it into your tight hole.
It takes a moment to adjust, but soon your walls are molded to the shape of the cock inside you. You push the whole dildo inside and leave it there, clenching around it. You lick your hand, lubricating it, before you bring it to your clit and rub aggressively. The complete lack of friction increases the pleasure, and you moan at the feeling of being stuffed and the pleasure radiating from your clit. Using your other hand, you pull out the dildo, only leaving in the tip, before slamming it back in. You start pounding your wet pussy while rubbing your clit, screaming at the pleasure. You’re glad Sebastian’s room is in the basement, otherwise his stream would hear every slutty noise you make.
"Oh, Seb!" you cry out, imagining his cock pistoning into your hole. Picturing his moans as his balls slap against your ass. Pretending his fingers are the ones on your clit, making the pleasure unbearable. You can’t take the feeling anymore. You keep shoving the dildo into your cunt over and over again, not relenting. Torturing yourself with the stimulation. Soon, you feel how the pleasure increases, knowing you’re close to climax. You force the silicone through your lips a few more times before your pussy clenches as hard as possible around the cock. The fingers on your clit keep moving through the orgasm, dragging it out and ensuring your pussy is milked. You sigh after the intense climax, feeling your body relax.
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Sebastian finishes his stream and goes upstairs to your room to get you. He hears you moan and feels all the blood in his body rush to his cock. Is this really happening? Normally, he’d leave you alone, but it’s the way you call out his name that pushes him over the edge. He opens the door slowly and sees you pounding yourself with a dildo. Seb’s cock gets even harder than before, and he pulls it out of his pants. He licks his hand and starts stroking his dick to the sight of you fucking yourself to him. Sebastian jerks his cock faster, unable to control his lust and desire. Your screams of pleasure fuel his orgasm, and not before long, he’s cumming. He cums all over his hand and dick, panting after the intensity of his release. He watches you cum around your toy moments after him.
Seb’s self control has left his body; he’s still blinded with lust. He walks over to your bed and gets on all fours overtop of you, watching your look of surprise. "Seb, you- I-" you stammer.
"Shh, baby, don’t worry. Let me make you feel good." Sebastian grabs your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. You kiss him back with passion, not able to get enough of him. He breaks away from the kiss and brings his hands to the hem of your shirt. "Do you think I didn’t notice this? Showing off your tits in this tight little shirt. You look good in it." Seb smiles as he pulls it off your body. He discards the shirt and gropes your tits. He brings his mouth to one and starts sucking on the nipple. You moan when he starts rubbing the other. But, just as it starts, he pulls away. You whine at the lack of stimulation, but he replaces his mouth on your nipple with hands caressing your hips. His fingers trail to your inner thighs, bringing the attention to your cunt, which is dripping with need.
"Please, Seb," you whimper.
"Do you have condoms, baby?"
"Are you clear?"
"Yeah, I got tested last month. Are you?"
"I haven’t had sex before."
"Saving yourself for me, huh." He trails his fingers along the inside of your thighs, making you shiver. "Good girl."
"Fuck me raw, Sebastian. I can’t wait any longer. Please. Fuck me better than my toys can." You look at him with pleading eyes, desperate to take his cock.
"Good little slut. Begging for my cock. I bet you wanna be filled up with my cum, too."
You nod eagerly. "Please, fuck me now, Seb…"
"Who am I to deny such a good whore’s request?" Sebastian lines his cock up to your soaked, swollen cunt. He rubs his tip along your folds, paying special attention to your clit. You moan at the pleasure, the sensation radiating from your body.
Finally, your roommate presses his flushed tip into your leaking hole. He pushes it in slowly, letting you get adjusted to his size. The feeling of his cock inside you is euphoric. Sebastian gently pulls out, leaving only his tip. He starts thrusting into you, and you could swear you’re seeing stars. You’re desperate for more, and you grind your hips against his. He groans.
"It’s too good, baby, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. So tight for me, such a slut." He punctuates each word with a thrust.
"Your slut, only yours," you whimper. "Please, fuck me harder."
"Good girl, begging for me without even being asked." Sebastian rewards you by quickening his pace, starting a faster rhythm. Your tits bounce with each thrust, and it only fuels him more. He starts pounding you harder into the bed, loving how your moans and cries echo through the room.
You feel Sebastian’s thick cock hit that spot inside you that makes the rest of the world fade away. It’s only you and Seb as he mercilessly hits your walls, every time with a sob from you and a groan from him. The sounds of your bodies colliding radiates from the point you connect.
It doesn’t take much longer for you to feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you tell him so. He only thrusts harder, pulling your leg on his shoulder, letting him hit you deeper. There are tears in your eyes from how powerful each movement is. You feel Seb’s thrusts slow down, and you know you’re not the only one that’s close. Finally, your cunt clenches around his cock, milking out his hot ropes, his cum painting your insides white. Seb collapses on top of you as you both come down from your high.
"I can’t believe I waited so long to do that," he says, panting.
"Well, I guess we have to make up for lost time. Round two?" You have a lust-infused grin on your face.
"I like the way you think." The look on Sebastian’s face matches the one on yours as he pulls you in for a kiss.
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🦋 You're My Favourite Hobby - abigail x female farmer oc Abigail and Farmer Lyra are in the mood for something other than kissing, and their most recent purchases are more enticing than ever.
🦋 Can't Ignore You - sebastian x fem!reader insert Your roommate Sebastian catches you touching yourself to him, and he can’t hold himself back.
🦋 Willy's Special Rod - willy x fem!reader insert Willy shows you how he uses his rod.
🦋 Drunk & Nasty - sam x fem!reader insert Y/N gets reckless when she’s drunk.
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