#;; & this seems like as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on. ( ooc )
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mcflymemes · 3 days ago
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AS SAID BY GALE DEKARIOS *  assorted dialogue from baldur's gate 3
is that... is that truly you? i thought i might never see you again.
i love you, more than i've ever loved anyone. and you've proven your love for me in more ways than even the greatest mathematicians would dare to count.
you licked a dead spider. dead spider. you licked it. that is something that happened.
i think we need to get you some air and perhaps have a long talk about unresolved childhood issues.
stop licking the damn thing!
i see the art of eloquence is alive and well.
i'm awed, impressed, and a little bit scared of you right now.
nothing like a brisk stroll through the forest to invigorate the spirit.
i've never wanted to kiss you more than i do now.
right now, i need nothing more than a kiss.
tell me you feel the same way. tell me you want what i want. please.
i'll always have you.
you really would prefer me as i am?
do you doubt me?
you put the stars to shame.
let's sit here another while - i want to drink you in.
there you are.
you led me down this path.
i don't know myself anymore.
all this... it's not who i am. around you, i'm not who i want to be.
you really are absolutely heartless, aren't you?
i was hoping you'd spare me a moment.
this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on.
i think you're rather wonderful. and that's not a word i waste on anyone unworthy of it.
go. enjoy your evening.
i like that about you. it's one of your rarer qualities.
i promise we'll make it work, if you'll have me.
what are you doing? stand back! now!
i thought i meant more to you than a sacrificial lamb. clearly i was mistaken.
you've brought me right where i need to be. i have no right to ask more of you.
you're plotting something, aren't you?
i go where you go.
i'm telling you, this is a mistake.
don't worry too much. a handful of powerful spells go a long way.
hold on! it's not too late to settle this without bloodshed.
mercy is not your strong suit, is it?
well... so much for my previous sentiment.
the choice is yours. there's really no good decision to be made here.
i'll be delighted to see you try... from a safe distance.
how generous of you.
there has to be a way to stop this thing!
i have no desire to end your life. you know that.
i see the glint in your eyes. you've a strategy in mind. the same one as me, i'd wager.
well, now that we know what it is, i suggest we leave it well alone.
better be careful around here.
i'll miss you, friend. your companionship has been quite the education.
i won't lie. i miss our group.
don't worry, i'll handle matters from here.
i'm ready. are you?
we must discuss it privately.
have you lost your wits? you must not do this!
we can't afford to let that happen.
they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair's breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity.
you make me sound like some preening peacock.
i'm taking notes. making observations.
you're adorable even when you're teasing me.
you know what, i think i've clearly had far too much wine. and you've had nowhere near enough.
don't worry about me. i'm quite content to enjoy the party from here.
don't let me drag you away.
that, my friend, must remain a secret.
i do hope you know what you're doing.
might be the wine talking.
why am i doing this?
i'm sorry it had to come to this.
i'm going to bed. perhaps this was all a mistake.
careful. you don't know what i'm about to ask.
kill me, and i'll destroy the city anyway.
i want it to be perfect.
stay with me a while, will you?
i'm in love with you.
i'm many things, but coy's not one of them.
listen, i need to speak to you.
i might need you to be more specific.
i regret many things in life.
we all have our burdens, one way or the other.
i am as honored as i am enamored.
i am not the only one who longs for you... yet you chose me.
my time is yours. what do you need?
tell me, what can i do for you?
you need me?
you look... comfortable.
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weavewilled · 1 year ago
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I'M LAUGHING
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k3n-dyll · 5 months ago
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Warnings...18+, wlw, not proofread, dom!Sevika, dom!Ambessa, rough sex, porn with zero plot, oral (r!receving), strap usage, strap sucking/face fucking, spit, squirting, spit roasting Word Count: 898
Notes ☆ this is just a sleepy, disgustingly horny, rant, man. Like, more so than usual.
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Sevika practically holds you down with her body, mech arm caught tight around your torso as her flesh palm paws and squeezes at your tits, her lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder. She's enjoying the view more than she'd ever admit out loud, silver eyes fixated on the other woman that's had her head snug between your legs for what at this point feels like fucking hours. Neither of you can seem to take your eyes off of the way Ambessa's scarred back and broad shoulders move as she forces you to keep still for her, the same large hands that so gently caress your face and hold you close any other time now locked in a vice grip against your thighs, sure to leave bruises against the soft skin.
The noises coming from her sucking and lapping at your cunt are bordering on obnoxious, the amount of time you've been pushed over the edge with her mouth alone having landed you sitting in a wet spot of a collection of your own squirt and her saliva. The overstimulation has reduced you into a babbling, trembling little mess, and yet neither of them have had their fill yet.
"I c-can't, I can't..." You slur, both women letting out amused huffs of laughter at your pathetic attempt to speak. Dumbly, you think that Ambessa pulling away and Sevika's grip on your body loosening means that you finally get a little bit of a break, your sigh of relief getting cut short by Sevika's voice as she whispers into your ear.
"You're not done, doll. Hands and knees." Her coaxing is gentle, her hands keeping you steady as you switch positions with the elegance of a newborn calf. It'd be humiliating if your brain hadn't been rendered so useless, eyes half-lidded as you watch Ambessa's tear-blurred form tower over you, a hand coming to grip your chin.
"Such a pretty thing you are. You've got a little more in you, don't you angel?" Ambessa's sultry tone fills your ears, a dopey grin crossing your features at the praise as you give an equally lazy nod. Gently, she presses the red silicone hanging from her hips against your mouth, seeking permission for entrance. "Good, girl. Open that pretty mouth for me"
Your jaw slacks almost immediately, a low hum of approval escaping the woman in front of you, her murmured praises and the feeling of her hand gently palming the back of your head distracting you from the girth stuffing your jaws. Distracting you from what's happening behind you as well.
You get little warning - the bed slightly sinking in from behind and the cool touch of a metal hand against the plush of your hip before you start to feel Sevika pushing her own strap inside of you. A choked yelp of surprise escaping you at the feeling, your body tensing up.
"Uh-uh, relax... that's it, just breathe baby.." Sevika purrs, leaning down and peppering wet kisses along the arch of your back to ease your tension, though she doesnt stop her advances, each shallow pump of her hips stretching you further.
They give you grace, letting you adjust, kissing and marking you as you settle around them but the gentle front doesn't last long. Sevika can't stop herself from slamming into you from behind, admiring the way your ass jiggles with each hard thrust, her own pussy dripping against the harness at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of her cock.
Each thrust from behind forces Ambessa's strap down your throat, every gag forced from you sending strings of saliva pooling from behind your lips and onto your chin, your neck, the bed...
"You're such a fucking mess, look at that.." Ambessa chuckles as she watches you struggle to take her in your mouth, enjoying how eager you are to please, even if it turns you into well...this. She rewards your eagerness by pulling out of your mouth, barely letting you get down a few much-needed gulps of air before she's shifted the harness down off of her hips, instead shoving your face flush between her thighs, letting you taste her.
Your breathlessness doesn't stop you from lapping at her like a woman starved, fingers curling into the sheets as you do your best to focus on the task at hand without succumbing to the intensity of Sevika's sloppy pounding from behind. Their grunts and overlapping praises drown out all thought, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, shaking and twitching as you're split between the two. The only warning you're able to give before your climax ultimately rips through your body is a couple of muffled, loud whines.
Your head falls from Ambessa's grip, the woman letting you breathe as you cum, Sevika's hips just barely slowing as you finally let go, too enthralled in the way you squirt around her, the liquid wetting both your and her lower halves.
"Gonna have so much to clean up when we're finished with this one - fuck" Sevika boasts, letting her human palm land on your ass with a thwack. Ambessa just chuckles, her palm lightly patting the side of your face to keep you grounded in reality.
"You'll get to rest that pretty head in a little while, angel..." She coos. "But we're not quite done yet..."
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ttsukiimi · 9 months ago
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───〃★ WE F⍣CK OFF & ON, OFF & ON .ᐟ
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〃★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ As the campus’s well known f⍣ckboy, Satoru Gojo wasn’t known to stick around for more than one night in one bed. Well, that unspoken rule just didn’t apply when the bed was yours.
〃★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, uni au, smut (mdni), protected s⍣x, f⍣ckboy!gojo, hair pulling, p⍣ssywhipped!gojo, mentions of alc⍣hol & bein’ drunk, dirty talk, slight dumbification.
〃★ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ Thank you so freaking much for 1.5K!!! 🥹
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Absolutely unbearable.
If there was any way to describe the campus fuckboy, it’d be that.
He was known—infamous for his unique way of fucking women and somehow leaving them attached, yearning for him once more after just one night, while he only left unscathed with his balls empty.
Satoru Gojo was insatiable. And you hated him.
You failed to see what everyone saw in him—he was a total idiot for fucks sake! Granted, he had a pretty face and could be quite charming, and you really couldn’t say for yourself if he was that good in bed, but good things about him paled in comparison to his horrid personality. He knew how attractive he was, and used that any chance he got.
How did he manage to talk his way into and out of anything? You simply didn’t know. But you hated him.
That was…until you yourself finally had a taste of Satoru Gojo.
Drunk at a party and so utterly wasted, you’d failed to acknowledge who was hitting on you, who you got into the taxi with to drive back to who knows where. His hands all over you—so rough yet inviting, even after the alcohol in your system had gone you still found yourself pulled into a trance.
A trance that seemingly pushed you to his bed and under him. Seemingly had you moaning his name all night and for more to come.
And seemingly, now, opening the door to your apartment so he could come in. So he could come in and fuck you like he’s been doing for the past months. Well, that’s just what he thought would happen anyway.
“Satoru,” you huffed, watching as the tall freak plopped himself onto your couch, momentarily jerking his head back before he responded with a hum.
“Can you stop acting like a fool and try not to break anything for once?” You chastised, pointing to a hand of his already playing with the flowers in your prized vase—he hadn’t given you those and had no right to taint them.
The white haired man groaned, rolling his eyes and following you down the narrow hallway to your bedroom. Your steps halted at the doorway and so did his, a low snicker leaving his lips as his hands slid to your waist.
“So,” he sighed in your ear, brushing his soft lips past the skin of your neck, big hands squeezing the flesh of your ass as he snaked them down. “Y’just gonna keep on being grumpy or you gonna let me fuck?”
“Satoru,” you exasperated for what seemed like the umpteenth time, though you didn’t dare take his hands off your body, already surrendering to the feeling. “Just because we’ve been fucking doesn’t mean that I only invite you here because of that.”
You turned around to face him. “We have a project to do, remember?”
“Yeah, yeah. We’ll start after I start.”
And what was Satoru’s definition of that?
It was pushing your head further down into your pillows as he absolutely ravished your cunt, simultaneously holding both your hands back with just one of his.
His thrusts were deep and calculated—to the point where it felt like he knew where every pleasurable spot inside you was. Perhaps he did.
“Dick’s got you all quiet now, hm?” he smirks, sliding his free hand up your back and to your head, pulling your hair back as he speaks. By then you were a drooling mess and as much as you’d hate to admit it—you’re practically dumb on his cock, moaning incoherent little babbles of his name and how big he feels.
Satoru grins behind you, smug because he’s got you, the most prim and proper girl on campus choking on her own saliva. It all felt so surreal, you felt surreal—your soft hips, the succulent ripple of your ass as his hips connected to it, your moans—fuck everything you did was driving him crazy. Even though it was supposed to be the other way around.
He was the one who was supposed to be ingrained in your brain—but here he was, inches deep inside your wet, reeling pussy after he swore the last time he was in your apartment would be the last.
But there’s always a reoccurring cycle with you. He just can’t stop.
“Hah—mph—slow down, S’toru!” you mewl, fat tears swelling in your waterline, your ears perking up at the rhythmic plap! plap! plap! of your sweaty bodies colliding. “If ��m too loud my neighbors might hear,”
“Yeah? Let them hear how good I’m makin’ you feel then,” he breathes, shallow and unsteady, his toned chest moving in tandem with his inhales. The deep tremble of his voice seems to move throughout your body, vibrating through you in such a maddening way that you’re almost cumming from the feeling alone.
What was even more provoking was the way he pulsed against your gummy walls, thumping and pulsing inside you loud enough that it seemed you could hear it.
And—god was Satoru close, so close he could feel the static of his high zap though his fingers. He groaned, head thrown back in bliss as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he did so deliciously.
Your head was spinning from the mind-dizzying pleasure, eyes rolling back in what Satoru can only admit is the most remarkable expression he’s gotten out of anyone he’s fucked.
His hair was sticking to his forehead now, sweaty from how fast he was working to thrust into you at his abnormal pace. “Can I—“
“No.”
A defeated sigh and a pained grunt as he pulled out just as he was about to teeter off the edge of pleasure, taking himself in his hands and finishing the job. Satoru jerked himself as he watched you shake and convulse in euphoria, your body unwinding as you let your limbs go limp.
Cum seeped from your pussy, dripping down to your clit and sheets—and that sight was all he needed before his hot seed was spurting all over your back, the sensation causing a broken cry to leave your lips.
“Fuck,” Satoru mouthed, breathing hard as he gave your ass little smacks of approval. “That was—shit—so good.”
You nodded, head turning to the side as you watched him take off his cum-filled condom, and dump it in the trash. Satoru plopped back on your bed once he was done.
A smirk graced his lips and you rolled your eyes in annoyance, knowing nothing good could come out of that look.
“When do you think we could do it raw, hm?”
“When you get tested for every type of STD.”
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moremaybank · 4 months ago
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EDIBLE , jj maybank
── KINKTOBER: OVERSTIM. + DACRYPHILIA
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"touchin' on my body, i can't help but feel impeccable." ─ flo milli, edible.
jj maybank x bratty!reader
(18+) unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mean!jj, mentions of breeding (barely)
you mouth off, and your favourite pogue puts you in your place. with ease.
KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST
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your legs quivered terribly at the work jj had been doing on you. he impaled you with his thick cock, over and over like he was desperate to steal the air from your lungs. you tried to crawl away, just a little bit to escape the overstimulation. but you should've known not to.
"where d'you think you're goin', huh? you're gonna take this fuckin' cock." his hand surges his hand through your hair, gripping it harshly and jerking your head up. "actin' like this ain't what you got on your knees 'n begged me for."
the hand he had clinging to your hip held you tighter, thick fingertips and blunt nails biting into your skin. his hips seemed to work harder, like a well-oiled machine as he speared his cock deeper inside of you. he made you take every single inch, each thrust landing him balls deep inside the cunt that never failed to fit nice and snug around him like a glove. he grunted at you as he fucked you, muttering how this kind of hard fucking was what you deserved for pissing him off.
just like you always did.
no matter how much you two got on each other's nerves, you'd always fucked it out like champions. you crawled back to each other every time, despite the difference in status. that's just how things were.
you mouthed off, and your favourite pogue put you in your place. with ease.
a single hand of yours flew backward, pressing against the upper part of his pelvis. your nails scratched at his skin pleadingly in an effort to get him to take it easy on you. it was so damn good, but it was so damn much. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be lucid or even able to breathe with how deep he was pressing into you.
"nah, nah, nah. don’t run from this," he chided, smacking your hand away. in a flash, he was pulling you up by the hair and curling his arm around your throat. he used his chokehold on you to bring your back flush to his chest, all while maintaining the unforgiving drilling he was giving you. "always talkin’ shit, runnin’ that pretty mouth." his other arm snaked around your hips, calloused fingertips finding your clit and prodding at it harshly. "tellin' me i don’t fuck you hard enough. like you haven't had dick in days. now, look at you. can't even handle me."
"please, daddy! c-can't take it!" you gasped your words out, like you could barely pull yourself together to beg for mercy. jj fucking loved it.
but he keeps his act up, scoffing like you'd just insulted him. "you think a please, daddy'll work on me?" his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, and his arm tightened around your neck. "'m sorry. y'got me all wrong, princess."
he slammed you back down against your mattress, your cheek smushed into the high thread-count sheets. you could feel his hand pressing down on the back of your head, asserting dominance while his other hand pulled you back to meet his thrusts. he was primal and downright mean with the way he was fucking you, and though your skin was buzzing, you wouldn't have it, or him, any other way.
you started to cry, tears breaking free from the border of your waterlines and flowing down your cheeks. they sank into the cotton bedding, and your sobs dide against it as well. you were bawling out a weak and tortured daddy as best as you could, but to jj, it just sounded like babbling.
good, he thought. just how he liked you.
"look at those tears. cryin' like it'll make me stop 'n be nice." the laugh he let out next was almost psychopathic. but it was so fucking hot, you were losing your mind. "you're jus' makin' me wanna nut in you."
you looked at him from your peripheral vision. his sharktooth necklace bounced against his sternum with each movement. his teeth were nearly engraved into his bottom lip. those signature blue eyes were trained solely on you. on how fucked out you were beneath him.
"yeah. that's it. cry for it, baby. cry for it," he gritted out with a clenched jaw. "'member earlier? you were sayin' i was scared to lose you? think you're scared of losin' me, sweetheart. scared of losin' this good dick, right?"
you hiccuped almost miserably, fingers roaming the mattress until they found chunks of your comforter to hold onto. "gonna cum! 'm gonna cum!"
"yeah...know you are. this pussy always cums for me, like that's its job. such a good fuckin' pussy."
you clenched around him, sucking him in tighter. your walls trembled, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you.
"the only reason i keep comin’ back is 'cause she loves me so damn much."
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yujivrs · 2 years ago
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* TALK DIRTY TO ME
drabbles. their dirty talking styles.
contains. konig, ghost, and price / praise, slight breeding kink, degradation, dumbification.
konig is surprisingly vocal when he’s rutting into you, though it’s probably not in the way you think. most of his words come out in hushed whispers laced with obscenities. he seems to lose any sense of shame he usually has because he’s just too drunk on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him.
“feels s’fucking good—“ he mindlessly babbles out.
his large palms are stretched out on both sides of you, fingers digging into the mattress, while he keeps you caged underneath him.
“such a greedy pussy,” he groans out with another roll of his hips. “keeps suckin’ me back in…”
you can feel his hot breath fanning your face while his darkened eyes are stuck — transfixed — on the creamy white ring that covers his cock. the sloppy sounds that fill the room seem to only grow louder with each thrust, as your arousal practically drips down his balls.
“just begging for me to fill ya up,” he hissed out, as he presses down on your stomach which makes you whimper in response. the noise somehow flips a switch in him and has könig fucking into you even harder.
“s’that what ya want? need me to fill ya up, fuck a baby into this pretty cunt?”
price just exudes dominance in all aspects even with his dirty talk, his words are more praising than anything else though. he’s always coaching you through things and telling you how good of a job you’re doing, he knows it gets you off and he also just can’t help but spoil you.
“mhmm, just like that, baby.” he mumbles out as he lazily guides your movements, helping you bounce yourself up and down on his cock.
there’s a smirk on his face that he can’t even be bothered to hide when he hears you whining at the praise. he thinks you’re adorable when you’re like this, so desperate for him yet so adamant on not asking for his help. you could be such a brat sometimes, he’d have to deal with that later.
“doing so well,” he says with a groan as he thrusts his hips up in time with your movements. “but you don’t think you’re gonna make me cum just from this, do you?”
it doesn’t take much effort for him to flip you over and have you at his mercy. your legs are now lifted over his shoulders while his dick is fucking you even deeper, the tip prodding against your sweet spot just right it has your toes curling.
“feels good, doesn’t it?” his movements are slow and controlled, he knows you’re close — he can feel it — but he’s not going to reward you unless you use yours words.
“come on, princess. all you have to do is beg and i’ll have you screaming for me…”
everything ghost says is absolutely filthy, he is all about the little details. he doesn’t actually notice what he’s saying in the heat of the moment, all he knows is that his words have your cheeks flushing to a pretty shade of red, and he loves it.
“you’re such a fuckin’ slut for me even your pussy knows it.” he practically growls. “look at this sloppy mess you’re making.”
he ruts the tip of his cock against your slit, coating your folds with his pre-cum. “jus’ gonna slip in with how wet you are..”
your arm is slung over your face as a way for you to hide your embarrassment, you know he’s right, there’s no way you could deny it. something about the way he talks to you when he’s pent up like this has your pussy throbbing.
“fuck, need to be balls deep inside this cunt.” he breathes, as he eases his way into you, the fat head of his cock slowly splitting you open as he makes you take in more and more of him.
the veins on his length rub your slick walls deliciously and it’s not surprising that you’re already twitching and creaming all over him as soon as he bottoms out.
“that’s it, there’s my slutty girl.” his raspy laugh fills the silence. “stop using that pretty head, all you need to do is cum for me.”
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swordsbardkat · 3 months ago
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"But as we all know, nymphs are sticklers when it comes to their bathing routines. You, my friend, haven't been near a fresh spring in a tenday or more. Not that I don't appreciate your... musk. I actually rather like it."
"..."
"... Well, this seems as good a time as any for me to stop babbling on."
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bblairxe · 24 days ago
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    “you did the formula wrong, try again.”
    abby sighs, setting down her rectangular - framed glasses. her large footsteps echo throughout the empty classroom, coming to stand behind you. her tall, broad frame is distracting, you could practically feel her presence looming over you. 
    “professor, we’ve been at this for hours. can we please just call it a night?” you groan in frustration, tired of redoing the same equation over and over. 
    “if we do that then you’ll never understand it. you’re a smart girl, you got this.” she reassures, her eyes following your hand as you pick up the marker again and retry the problem in front of you. 
    the air grow somewhat thick between you and abby, the silence, her body inching closer to yours, her eyes watching the movement of your hand, all of it adds fuel to the fire. eventually, you finish the equation, turning your body for her to check and hoping you finally got it right this time. 
    but sadly, you didn’t. abby sighs, though it’s not out of frustration it’s more out of patience, trying to find another way to help you. “here, let me,” she starts, wrapping her large hand around yours. her body is almost flushed with your back, a mere 2 inches between you two. 
    words come out of her mouth, but you’re not sure of what she’s saying. it’s absolutely impossible for you to focus like this, each thought that pops into your head is about abby. her muscular hand trapping yours, the slight smell of her cologne mixed with perfume, and you swear you can feel her biceps through her white button - down shirt.
    she calls out your name, followed by a “you listening?” her voice snaps you out of your thoughts, audibly responding with a ‘huh’. 
    you feel her back away from you and it feels like you dropped the ball completely. apologies spew out of your lips, stammering over your words on how you zoned out. yet, she doesn’t do anything but lean against her desk and watch. 
    “what’s distracting you, hm?” she pushes off the desk, taking calculated steps closer to you, until the two of you are face to face. she moves to take your chin in her hand, angling your head up at her. her eyes search your face for any discomfort but she finds something else instead, it’s desire.
    your mouth opens to speak but your mind goes completely blank. you know if you said anything, it would be a consistent string of babbles and mixed words. so you stayed silent, letting her take control.
    “come on, speak, love.” the word flows off tongue so effortlessly, like it was made for her. the tone of her voice became more teasing now, condescending if you would. “i know my best student isn’t blanking on me now, is she?”
    you muster up the strength to shake your head no, it’s weak but works. she smirks at that, her finger brushing over your bottom lip, coating it in your chapstick. “good girl,” she coos, scanning your face for any sign that you want to stop before sinking her thumb into your mouth. 
    to say you’re surprised would be an understatement. you’ve wanted abby from the moment you stepped into her class, but you knew it could never happen. she’s your professor, after all. but now, none of that seems to matter. how can something so wrong feel so right?
    she stays like that for a minute, relishing in the feeling of your warm muscle around her digit. your pupils are blown out as you began to suck her thumb. you don’t even realize you’re doing it until her lips part to speak again, “before anything . . . continues. i need to know if you’re okay with this.” she speaks more firmer now, her voice is still soft but you can tell she’s serious about this. 
    her finger pulls away from your mouth, and you pout at the loss, the need to show her what you want only growing stronger. a small nod should work—it did before, so why not now? but that’s not what she wants. her hand cups your face, thumb stroking your cheekbone. “words, sweetheart. i need words.”
   my god, you could melt from that sentence alone. your heart flutters with every passing moment. the air between the two of you is so thick, not even the sharpest knife could slice through it. your lips part to speak, but you’re unsure if any real words would actually come out. “yeah — yes, i, i want it,” your face heats up out of embarrassment. you knew you’d stutter but jesus, did it have to be that bad?
    nevertheless, she smiles at you again, her thumb continuing its soft strokes. her gaze moves from your lips to your eyes, back to your lips, each glance growing more intense. she leans in closer, and you can’t help but wrap your arm around her waist. your breath catches as her lips brush against yours. you press into her, but she pulls back, a wicked smirk tugging at her lips.
    “finish your equation then we’ll continue at my place, darling.”
part 2 ?!
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legalmente-loca · 3 months ago
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Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader
Tags/Warnings: +18, smut, language, spanking, pussy spanking, dirty talk.
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Your hands being restrained by his belt, your fingers holding tightly onto the headboard of the bed as his thrusts caused it to hit the wall again and again. There’s no way the entire building wasn’t listening to both of you, especially you and your screams.
“That’s a good girl.” He said under his breath, leaning over your body to speak in your ear. “You’re so fuckin’ good for me, baby… So hot and soft I feel like I could break you. If I had had you before… Wouldn’t have even let you breathe without having my dick inside your fuckin’ pussy.”
You moaned lowly at his words. You couldn’t think or even focus on one thing, the pleasure clouding your mind, causing you to feel dizzy. Is it possible to get dizzy with lust?
“Are you always such a good freakin’ girl?” He murmured against your ear, giving your hair a tug, which he held in his fist as he continued to thrust into you. “Or is it just with me, dirty girl?”
You felt a tickle in your stomach at the nickname and you squeezed your eyes shut.
“Only…only with you.” You whimpered as best you could, more of a babble into the pillow.
“What'd you say?” He gave your hair another tug, this time harder, causing you to let out a deep mewl as he lifted your panting face from the pillow, which was wet from your tears. “Didn’t hear you, doll.”
Okay, you still couldn’t figure out how you had found yourself in this situation, saying yes more with actions than words. Hell, he hadn’t even started the kiss, although you could definitely tell he wanted to end it.
“I-I…” You stammered and tried to take a moment to think about your words, but as mentioned before, you couldn’t think of anything because of his incessant thrusts (in, out, in, out, in, out).
And the sounds that came from the union of both.
Oh, God, the sounds!
When a dog is drinking water… Yes… Exactly.
“C’mon, girl.” He growled, biting your earlobe. “I don’t like waiting.”
“Yes, sir!” You exclaimed and your eyes rolled back as your nails scratched the wood. “J-just for you!”
You heard him laugh, and never had a laugh seemed so lustful compared to that.
“Good answer. You deserve a reward.”
He slapped your buttock before moving that same hand in front of you, moving it up your body and giving your breasts another slap, one each, at least the ones you could count (you couldn’t even concentrate on that). Without stopping his attacks, which took you forward with each blow, he lowered his hand, lightly scratching your skin, until he reached your center, where he roughly rubbed your clitoris.
“Oh- Sh- Soldier Boy!” You screamed, your eyes widening.
Just an hour ago you hated this guy, his way of being was not something that attracted you in any other man (in fact it pushed you away), but Ben had something that made you fall on him as if it were a clumsy accident.
“Cum for me.” He muttered against the side of your neck. “Do it now so I can come down and give it a taste.”
That was more than enough. Your entire body tensed to the point where you firmly believed the belt would tear around your hands. You screamed his name (more like his superhero name, just like he had told you at the beginning) as your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open.
And his attacks kept coming. Wet and sticky.
“Yeah… Yeah, that’s it.” He spanked you again, harder, causing you to moan, before grabbing your ass with both hands. “Knew you would fall to your knees, darlin’.” His thrusts became sloppy, his knees rubbing against the sheets and you nearly falling forward from his desperate grip. ”That’s what you are… You are a slut.” He said through clenched teeth. All you could do was take it, squirming slightly at the sensitivity. “A dirty little girl looking to get fucked hard, isn’t you?” He rested a hand on your head, sinking you back into the pillow. “Take it all!” He gave a deep moan and you felt his cum staining your walls, deep, very deep.
He gasped and let go of you. Your entire body fell on the bed, exhausted, somewhat sore, but in a beautiful way. It’s one of those moments where your body feels hot and sticky and you don’t want to move because you think you might make it worse. That’s how you felt, except the reason for this was not because of the summer weather or because of exercising (well, depending on what type of exercise we are talking about).
“That was good.” He snorted and ran a hand over his sweaty forehead. “Are you okay, baby?” He asked, but you knew his words probably hid amusement. The bastard was proud of how he had left you.
You sputtered into the pillow and heard him laugh lightly.
You closed your eyes, and just when you thought you would have time to rest and regain your strength, he easily turned you over and you opened your eyes again in surprise. For the first time you saw him after almost an hour having him behind you. He was sweaty and flushed across his chest. His dick wasn’t flaccid or hard, it was halfway, but Ben was surely more than capable of lifting it back up without any problem. It was creamy with your cum and had a white ring at its base.
His breathing had already returned to normal, which you associated with his powers, since you were still having trouble breathing.
“Lemme see.” He spread your legs with a firm hand and slapped your clit with two fingers, causing more of his cum to leak out of you. “I’m not gonna lie, doll, it’s a good fuckin’ view.”
He leaned forward, his hands holding your thighs tightly before giving your center a lick, making you hiss in hypersensitivity. He laughed against your pussy, your insides vibrating, and reached out a hand, undoing his belt and freeing your hands, which you caressed with your thumbs. They were red and you were sure you would get bruises.
“Now…” He buried his face between your legs again, causing you to moan and close your thighs around his head, which he roughly separated. He looked up at you, a smug smile on his face that you wanted to slap away. “Your reward, darlin’.”
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twistedpink · 1 month ago
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“If you, the beastkeeper, do not spread this email to 6 people before the end of supplementary spooky season, the one you love the most dearly will be cursed until the last eve has passed. Ignore at your own risk!“ Spam email aside, you’re not bothering your friends with it even for a joke,, A couple days pass and sure enough, (because isn’t your luck legendary?) your boyfriend is turned into a hideous monster- foretold to stay that way until the winterween season has ended :0 Will he attack you? How can you support him? And most importantly, will the snack stash last long enough to avoid the holiday rush?
Zombie!Ace Trappola
Ace was actually the one to send you the message, (like he doesn’t bother you enough) he thinks people trying to make extra holidays a thing is hilarious! He’ll also use whatever excuse he can to deny that he’s been turned into the dumbest monster there is,, You’re lucky it’s only for a couple days- else he’d start gnawing on you to get his protein in :) The “joking” about eating you was wayyy too soon, so for his last couple hours he’s tied up on the couch to avoid any sneak attacks.. Nothing’ll stop his smart mouth though, and he makes sure you know how much he needs you to come back! Whenever you do show up he says it’s just to change the channel, but his involuntary babbling (both sleep deprived and zombieish) says a different story <3
“babeee,,, C’mere, I won’t eat you. If I wanted to I would’ve, even then my bite’s not too bad.. BOO! Did I spook you??”
Banshee!Cater Diamond
You’d better have experience with subway surfers and stalking magicam, Cater’ll die if you can’t entertain him!! He phases through anything around the house, anytime he talks it’s uncontrollably loud, and he can’t even touch you :( He gets mini premonitions, but it’s not as cool as you’d expect. Since you’re not in danger with modern commodities, he gets visions of who gets canceled next or what’s going bad in the fridge :/ Cater flying around is much better than dealing with a troll- but he’s not happy about the pajamas he “died in”, and will make sure to be more fashionable in bed! <3
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE sorry, that pic is cute!! Can you video me again? I know it hasn’t worked yet, just one last try and we’ll take a nap, scout’s honor!”
Ogre!Jack Howl
If you thought Jack was too big before, he gets massive with the curse :0 Poor guy can’t keep up with the height- sheer bulk weighing him down and stopping him from getting his chores done (no matter how careful he is). You eventually resolve to put him on bedrest, but he can’t reach far enough to wash his back anymore, so you’re forced to rinse him off with a warm towel <3 The new mass has definitely affected how he fills his clothes out, and it hurts being so buff :( New stretch marks mar his biceps, and growing pains don’t seem that painful until you remember how bad they were at like fourteen. Massaging the ache from his muscles while you babble about your day’s all he could ask for, and he loves that you take care of him <33
“Oh, you’re running the wash? I’ll finish it, and it’s only right to fix that cabinet you’ve been talking about.. You don’t have to thank me! I know you’d do the same.”
Kelpie!Floyd Leech
Floyd is already unbelievable on his normal setting, but now you trap him in the bathtub?? Blashphemy! Getting a good soak wears his transformation potion down, so now he’s trying to drag you into the tub while being too tall (long??) to fit inside it,, You can hardly tell if the curse even affects him apart from the translucent sheen of his skin and the fact that his impressions are really good now. (He’s tricked you into opening the front door way too many times because he can imitate knocking now) Joking about drowning you is just a normal Floyd activity, but by the second pass of his tail going for your wrist, you decided to wait the curse out from your bedroom.. It’s for the best, but that doesn’t mean your pet kelpie doesn’t get lonely :(
“WAIT! I learned how to do a new noise come backkk :( Fine. Stay away, I don’t want you at my party,, *distant dolphin sounds*”
Werewolf!Epel Felmier
Two words, hell freaking yeah. No matter what you say he’ll take the transformation in stride- nobody else gets to be this manly!! He’s shoving new body hair in your face like a trophy, but you never remembered movie werewolves being so,, Clingy? Epel’s always feining for a scratch behind the ears to keep him in “peak form”, and unlike the other guys he goes out of his way to be in public. The curse gets him high off putting an arm around your waist and nodding at the beastmen he knows.. After his usual 3 hours of messing up the apartment before bed, the insomnia is ruff. Good thing his honey’s there to help him out <3
“I am NOT sum’ mutt >:( Vil’s jus got it in the ol’ melon to keep ma hair tidy, so you’ve gotta help!”
Chupacabra!Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia is obsessed with the little detail that this “blessing” picked him out of all the people in your life, and gets weirdly smug with it,, Nothing about his life changes too much (avoiding the sun and whatnot) but he does get a little “method” with his role as the beast to your beauty <3 A week passes in the blink of an eye, so you’d better treasure your rented monster! He takes every opportunity to nurse the sensitive column of your neck, babbling about some “unique instincts”.. For a month after the curse has subsided, you wake up with fresh bites along any exposed skin- Lilia’s lucky you think he’s so cute, not many would believe his naive act! He capitalizes on his boyfriend privileges, for they are nothing if not special <3
“Ah! You believe I am the night terror? You would blame the one you “love most dearly” for this?? Heinous!”
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tetzoro · 1 year ago
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LUST — ༉‧₊˚.
ft. sanji !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : sanji has always been a little over enthusiastic when it came to women. and when he finally gets his hands on you, he can hardly control himself.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, loss of virginity (sanji), unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, use of pet names (angel, mon cherie), sanji is fucked out & brainless oops — WC : 1.9k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : happy birthday to lover boy sanji + welcome to the first installment for my seven deadly straw hats anthology teehee enjoy !! dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ
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sanji had a crush on you. which seems like the most obvious thing in the world because sanji had a crush on everyone woman he encounters. but no, this was different, this was you.
you — who was the object of all of his desires. all women were perfect, yes, but you were perfect for him. he wanted to unwrap you and kiss every part of your body, give every piece of him to you and worship you until the angels started to sing. 
and all of his prayers were about to be answered as you straddled his lap, your slick cunt kissing the tip of his aching cock.
wet. hot. suffocatingly addicting. everything that ripples through sanji’s body as you lower yourself onto him. the bliss is blinding, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the world robs him of his sight in favor of the gift you bring him.
his soul leaves his body, finding refuge far up into the heavens. it’s something he’s never experienced, his breath stolen from his very lungs and filled with ecstasy in its wake as he releases inside of you. 
after a few moments, he floats back down to you — to the angel that gave him the rapture. one he will always devote himself to, every nerve in his body latching onto yours as your bodies seamlessly connect with each other.
the weeks and months he’d been agonizingly pining over you all paid off for this very moment. lust and desire swirled in his stomach, screaming for more, begging, as pleas involuntarily slip from his tongue.
you easily capture them in your mouth, savoring each one as you kiss him tenderly, letting him come down back to you, from the high that shot through his body. 
“feel good, sanji?” you ask as you pull apart from him, rocking your hips to ease him back for another round he was more than ready for. 
he swallows hard at the thought, eyes opening to the ethereal sight of you — his angel. he had entirely lost himself for a moment as he wipes the drool that was spilling from his mouth. 
“feels amazing.” the enamored man rasps out, eyes falling onto your breasts. as if it couldn’t get any better. without much thought, he leans forward, lips encasing your nipple as his tongue swirls around it.
“sanji—!“ you let out a heightened gasp, fingers tightening their hold in his hair. the slight tug has him groaning, wanting more.
picking up the pace, you start to bounce on his cock, breasts jiggling in time with your movements. it was mesmerizing, a sight that sanji burned into his soul for later. 
his cum was getting fucked deeper into you — he could hear it. the thought of it mixing with your sweet slick, creating an essence of only you and him had his mind reeling. all he could do was watch slack-jawed, in awe as you started to speed up. 
it was all so lewd, so intoxicating. were you just as lost as him? gone with the throes of pleasure? sweeping you away just as it’s swept him?
even the softest silks from alabasta couldn’t compare to you, the way your walls wrap around him so effortlessly, draining him of every thought he’s ever had. 
“mmph—“ sanji let out a moan as he mindlessly babbles. “you’re so good, making me feel so good, mon cherie. please don’t stop. please, please!”
“look at you sanji.” you let out the sweetest taunt, a swirl of saint and sin tumbling from your lips that have him ready to follow you to the depths of hell. “already so, so fucked out. you’re so pretty like this.”
“so tight, so warm.” all he can do is sing praises to you, letting you use him the way you want to, chanting out your name.
your hips stutter, breaking him out of his trance, gaze flitting up to your face. you were trying to give your all but he could see you faltering, the way you were riding him quickly becoming inconsistent, frustrated whines flowing from your beautiful mouth.
although this was his first time and he had no experience, he couldn’t put all of it on you. not when you’ve been so good to him already, hand feeding him all his wildest dreams off a silver platter. 
his arms wrap around your waist, feet finding themself sturdy on the mattress before he starts to fuck into you.
“sanji!” you cry out, your hold becoming a death grip, cunt squeezing and fluttering around him as he sloppily thrusts up. it only takes you a second to match his pace, both of your moans spiraling into each others names. “you’re so good, so good to me.”
sanji could cum again right then and there. the praise has him pulsing in your pretty pussy, threatening to unload deep into you. even the thought has his abdomen burning with desire. but through and through, he was a gentleman. and he wouldn’t finish before you.
but sanji quickly realized that holding out his pleasure came with consequences. putting so much effort into not blowing his load has his brain ready to explode, the filter he’s had for so long slipping out of his grasp.
“fuck.” the word fires out of him, pleasure squeezing it right out.
another power took over him, all the desire he’s held for you taking hold of his body the moment you started to fatigue for him. his hands grip your side and flip you so you’re sprawled out on the bed, eyes wide and lips parted at his sudden show of strength.
but that was the last of his restraint, the desire to plow into you until you cried out his name, tears lining your beautiful lashes took root in him.
quickly lining himself up he shoves himself back into you, gripping your hip as you arch up into him. 
once he’s seated back inside of you, it feels like he can breathe again. with your cunt throbbing around his length, already beckoning him to come undone again, it takes him everything to push it back, stave off his release until he’s got you spiraling for him.
“you’re so beautiful.” he whispers, his hands reaching to caress your face, your skin warm to the touch. “and all mine.”
slowly but deeply, he pushes back into you, setting a steady pace that has you clawing at the sheets, desperate for more. the sight of you squirming under him, losing your inhibitions over just his cock has it twitching in interest — threatening to burst if he wasn’t careful.
sanji’s fingers trail along your leg, propping one up so he can tenderly kiss the inside of your ankle, right along the artery so he could send his love through your veins and to your heart. 
“sanji, go faster.” you whine, trying to hook your other leg around his waist to pull him closer. “please?”
the sound of your plea flipped a switch in his head. the tables were turned and you were under his mercy for once, looking up at him like he was the answer to all of your prayers.
something that was once so angelic now dripping with sin, urging him to take, take, take. but sanji was always so generous, so giving. it wouldn’t hurt for him to indulge, even just a little, right?
with that, he starts thrusting into you without abandon, drowning in the pleasure he felt as the rest of the world slipped away, his cock holding all the power as it nudged your deepest spots.
between the lewd squelches of your sopping cunt and the mewls that kept rolling off your tongue, he felt the itch grow even more. he wouldn’t be satisfied until you were just as lost as he was, until he absolutely knew you were.
“s-sanji!” you cry out, gripping his shoulders and bringing him down closer, bodies sliding against each other as he pace doesn’t relent. “kiss me.”
he obliges, crashing his lips against yours, passion igniting every nerve in his body as his cock pulses deep within you.
“my beautiful angel.” he whispers against your lips before pulling back a bit, a string of spit connecting you. greedily, he takes it into his mouth with his tongue, brushing his nose against yours. “i want to ruin you as you’ve ruined me.”
he could feel you squeeze around him with that, a silent confirmation that let him keep going.
“yes, yes! just don’t stop.” you gasp out, eyes rolling back in pleasure. 
“never.” his lips trail down to your neck, sucking marks into your skin to show everyone who you belong to now, no one else would get to touch you as he has, never again. “i couldn’t if i wanted to.”
sanji’s moans fill the room as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.
“need you to come, need to hear how pretty you sound, need to see your face as i make you come.” he babbles out, watching your hand slip between your bodies, down towards where the two of you were connected. 
the sight of him thrusting into your body sent him into overdrive, every touch from you feels like electricity coursing through him, empowering him to continue rutting into you. 
his hand covers yours as he watches you play with your clit, taking over to watch your reactions. you jolt under his initial touch, mewling out his name.
it was intoxicating, the lewd sound of his cock driving into you, the way you said his name like this, the love you held in your eyes.
“‘m gonna cum.” he rasps out. 
“me too!” your voice is breathless yet strained, the sound barely falling from your throat as he feels your whole body tighten up. what he’s wanted for so long was finally here.
his eyes are glued onto you as you fall over the edge, gripping your nails into his so tightly he almost winces. the way his name fell from your mouth in a silent scream had him shoving himself all the way inside of your pulsating walls, letting you milk his cock for everything he had left.
and once he started, he couldn’t stop, it just kept flowing out of him as his body trembled above yours. with a final shove and groan of your name, he falls onto your side.
sanji didn’t know whether a minute passed or an hour as he came back down from his high, practically panting from it. his bangs stick to his sweaty forehead, a sheen of it glazing all of his body. 
“sanji?” your voice sounded so far away until he turned to you, your hand reaching up to push his hair back. “you okay?”
“i’m more than—“ he clears his throat before it cracks, propping himself on his elbows. “i’m amazing. how are you? did i hurt you?”
“no, not at all.” your bare skin touched his and his body felt on fire once again. “entirely the opposite.”
“good, i wouldn’t want to hurt someone as precious as you.” he pulls you in, bodies flushed together, his limbs tangling with yours as he melts into you. 
the soft press of your lips dance along his skin and his eyes flutter shut at the contact, the lust subsided but something new taking its place. 
a word he might have carelessly thrown around far too often to any woman who looked his way. because this feeling was brand new, it bloomed deep from within his chest and spread to the tips of his fingers. something he had always not so secretly dreamed of and hoped with all his heart to find one day.
love.
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yandere-daydreams · 1 year ago
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tw - afab!reader, non/con, implied drug use, breeding kinks, obsessive/delusional behavior, gojo talks about his ex during sex and you can't change my mind. happy valentine's day <3
“This is my first Valentine’s with somebody to celebrate with, y’know.”
Satoru’s slow, melodic voice was just barely outpaced by his idle movements – his hips rolling lazily against yours, each thrust more languid and lethargic than the last. His blunt nails dug into your skin where his hands had your wrists pinned over your head, and somehow, he’d managed to turn the feeling of satin sheets against your back into something rough and cutting. The taste of chocolate and bitter wine clung to the inside of your mouth, but you shouldn’t have been drunk enough for your thoughts to be this clouded, this muddled. A few hours ago, you’d been sure that amount of wine could ever get you into bed with Gojo Satoru, and yet, here you were, suffering silently underneath him as fuck you like he had all the time in the world.
“I mean, there was Suguru, but he wasn’t really the romantic type. I’d be lucky to get a box of chocolates, n’ I was still the one handing out most of the affection. To little thanks, of course.” Were you in his bedroom? You had to be. This was definitely his bed, and with your head lulled to the side, you could see scattered tea candles littered over dressers and bedside tables, forgotten clothes left in crumpled piles on the carpeted floor. You might’ve been wrong, though. When he wasn’t on campus, Satoru lived in a luxury apartment – the best money could buy. Luxury apartments didn’t have bars over the windows and locks on every door. “Not that I mind spoilin’ you,” he backtracked, his voice taking on the faintest notes of a teasing inflection. “It’s just—It’s nice to feel appreciated, sometimes. Suguru was always the selfish type. I’m sure you’ll be a lot sweeter with me, though.”
One of his hands fell away from your wrists, soon reappearing at your chin. Taking you by the jaw, he eased your head back, forcing you to face him properly. He wasn’t wearing his sunglasses, let alone a proper blindfold, and even in the dim light, his star-bright eyes were almost unbearable to meet. You tried to jerk out of his hold, to straighten your back, but your body refused to respond, your limbs little more than dead weight and numbing static. The only part of yourself that you could feel was your pussy – soaked and hot and vice-like around his cock. You wanted it to stop, to go dry, to make this as unpleasant for him as it was for you, but his public bone scraped against your clit and instead, you clenched around him. A low groan bubbled past Satoru’s lips, his eyes fluttering shut as he bowed his head and nuzzled into the crook of your neck. “Already bein’ sweet with me,” he babbled, now partially muffled by proximity. “Just wanna be my little sweetheart, huh? Wanna be good to me?”
His pace picked up, his hips starting to move against yours in earnest. The force seemed to knock some intangible block out of your throat, and suddenly, little whines and whimpers were flooding out of you, cracked moans trickling past your lips in little, stunted hiccups. You tried to spit something coherent out, to tell him to slow down, to get off of you, to stop, but your tongue was too heavy and your lips wouldn’t cooperate and all you managed was a string of pained gibberish, dented and beaten by pitiful, dazed sounds. Satoru only cooed in response, nipping at your collarbone, the curve of your neck. “So, so good for me.” He drew back, leaving just enough distance between you to slot his lips against yours. His tongue raked over yours, and by the time he pulled back, he was breathless and you were dazed beyond any hope of full consciousness. If he was bothered by your glassy eyes, though, your slack features, you couldn’t tell. He was smiling when he pulled away, his expression nearly as gaze as your own. “Hey, baby…”
If you were able to, you would’ve screamed.
“If I knock you up, think we can do this again next year?”
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weavewilled · 1 year ago
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real talk in my preferences for writing sexy times: honestly over-romanticism in writing sex gets boring anyway, gimme muscle cramps and uncomfy positions and realism and awkward laughs and accidentally kneeing each other in weird places and one nerd falling off the bed
it's awkward and messy and all i hear when i hear about over-romanticism of sex is that quote from cam.eron in house, md all like
Sex could kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere, and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you're lifting three times your body weight. It's violent. It's ugly. And it's messy. And if God hadn't made it unbelievably fun, the human race would have died out eons ago.
so let it be weird and messy and fun and awkward and nice or intense or kinky or soft and fluffy or whatever but i like writing realism in my smut, dang it
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abbyshands · 1 year ago
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finger sucking w/nerdy!gf abby
warnings; finger sucking (obv), implied (ish?) gagging, talk of a strap-on but not used, abby refers to the strap-on as her dick, strap-on is referred to as her dick
a/n; i've had this idea non stoppp ugh so i had to get a lil drabble out :3 and thank you SO much for all the love on my first fic, i'm so honored <3 if you have any ideas you want me to do a drabble/fic for, plspls lmk!
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god, most days you just can’t shut those pretty lips of yours, not around her, anyway. your girlfriend is serious in regards to her college classes: doesn’t miss a single homework assignment, spends at least an hour every evening on her work, and the library is her home away from her dorm.
and you, of course.
abby anderson wasn’t sure what to look out for when she began to fall for one of the most well known girls on campus. seriously, you were like one of those girls out of the movies: popular, pretty girl, cheer team, flawless persona. everyone loved you, including herself.
you were a nice girl, but that mouth of yours was a killer. abby wasn’t just your girlfriend, but your best friend, and you told her every little detail about every little thing you did. rambling and rambling, you’d probably go for hours if she didn’t stop you.
in general, abby didn’t mind that, because it wasn’t that she wanted to feel like you weren’t being heard by her. she did care, and she did want to hear you out. but it’s when you began to do it when she was busy with her work, that it became a bit of a problem.
and even if it doesn’t seem like she is on the surface, the raging dom in your nerd of a girlfriend just can’t help but take care of it.
she had had it with the rambling for this evening. you were perched in her lap, rattling off every single thing wrong with how cheer had gone today. some girl had messed up her form, which made an issue for you and the girls on your team, etc, etc, etc.
god, did abby love you, but, fuck, did you need to shut up every once in a while.
one second, you’re speaking, babbling away. but before you even know it, your open lips are getting pushed past by abby’s index and ring, which get shoved knuckle-deep into the back of your throat. “hush, baby,” abbys commands.
your eyes widen in surprise, eyebrows raising as you let out a small, “mmph!” and whimper. what the hell had she done that for? you hadn’t even been misbehaving! so then, you find yourself grumbling, giving abby a confused look, face hot.
abby obviously doesn’t feel like explaining. when does she ever? she could care less about your opinion when it came to things like this. just take what she gives you. she shushes you, not giving a care in the world how curious you are for her reasoning. “shhh. suck, baby, suck,” she said firmly.
you didn’t want to listen at first. you were in the middle of speaking, for god’s sake, and you wanted to finish what you were saying. but you were a simple woman, and this was just like every other time you had sucked abby’s fingers: your body was physically relaxing, calming as every word you’d been saying before leaves your head.
and then your head was on abby’s chest, eyes closed, and hands in your lap as you sucked her fingers like a baby. “mhm,” abby coos, knowing full well how easy you were. it was such a simple task, shutting you up, that is. “good girl. so cute like this, princess.”
“mmm,” you let out softly, cuddling into her closer, if that’s even possible. you can’t even remember to get mad at her, or ask her why she was shushing you like this. if it means her fingers in your mouth, you don’t give a fuck. abby can’t help but chuckle, her other hand on your hips.
“there you go. such a pretty baby. you suck so well for me, doll,” abby whispers. the way she says it makes your mind flash with all the times she’s made you suck on her strap, giving you words of praise as you did it, because that’s what a good girl deserves.
“you know i love hearing you, baby, but i’ve gotta focus now, okay?” abby says in a tone that sends butterflies down to your abdomen, and maybe somewhere lower, too. you do what you can to nod, sucking abby’s fingers like a pacifier as she cradles you like a baby.
abby smiles down at that pretty, fucked-out look on your face, even when she hasn’t done much at all to you, and goes on. “maybe if you behave, i’ll let you suck my dick a little later, yeah? that sound fair to you?”
it’s like she can read your mind. of course it does, you like the sound of it a bit too much. so you nod once more.
it’s a win-win, really. she got to have her peace, and you got to feel better by sucking on her fingers. and just then, abby thrust her fingers deeper into your mouth, letting you curl your tongue around them as you moan.
“promise you if you’re good for me, i’ll give you all my attention when i’m done with my work. just keep being good, n’ sucking me, okay?” abby asks, moving her free hand from your hip back to her homework. you miss the feeling, but you know how abby feels In regards to her classes, her homework, school in general. so you nod.
“mhm,” you murmur, lips around abby’s fingers. but abby pulls them back, your own drool covering them when she does, and you whimper at the loss. god, she was just playing with you now.
“say it,” she says firmly, the kind of tone you know she only uses when she’s not playing around.
but then again, when is she ever?
“i- i will, abby,” you say in response, giving her those sweet puppy-dog eyes of yours, begging her to give you her fingers back. she smiles.
“that’s a good girl.”
so as she’s doing her work, she’s sitting in her chair, you cradled in her lap with her fingers deep inside your mouth, bouncing you up and down on her lap to keep you calm. it’s almost fucking childish, but, fuck, does it give you butterflies.
and once she’s done with her work, she pulls her fingers from your lips, covered in your spit and all. that’s when she kisses you, slow and sloppy, giving you all the attention that your plump lips are so badly craving. she finds the way you take her glasses off to kiss her adorable, because it shows just how needy you are.
and to reward you for being so good for her, she’ll have you sit up in her lap, thighs on both sides of it, and use those same drool drenched fingers to finger you, letting you ride her up and down like the good girl you are. you think of that “later” she promised you, mouth wrapped around her dick as you suck her off, and that only drives you even crazier as you’re riding your gf <3
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stargirlrchive · 1 year ago
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ROOMMATE!SIMON
cw: simon riley x fem!reader, fingering, d/s dynamics, finger sucking (brief), m!masturbation, he’s not as manipulative as the first two installments (like it’s more subtle, in my opinion but he’s still soooo)
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roommate!simon who’s staring down at your wide, blown out eyes. a lazy smile on his face as he tries to appear cool and collected but internally he’s a mess. his sweet girl was beneath him, wanting and desperate for him.
you were in nothing but your underwear and his eyes greedily drank you in, from your lips, to the slope of your breast, down to the wet patch on your panties.
a low growls falling from his mouth as he pushed his thumb against your clit. and the noise that fell from your mouth had his cock leaking pre, and he knew he’d cum the second he sunk into you.
“all you needed was for someone to take care of you. huh, baby?”
you nodded beneath him, your hips pushing upwards and against his thumb as you gnawed on your lip.
“m’glad you finally realized that i’m the only one who can do it.”
he had to play his cards right, he needed you to be just as desperate for him, as he was for you. and if he came within the first few seconds of fucking you, he wouldn’t leave a good first impression.
so he teased at your clit, pushing his thumb against it as he rubbed lazily. your eyes already rolling back as you whined and squirmed beneath him.
“poor little thing, no one’s been able to touch you properly, hm?”
and he knew it, gods he had been the cause of that. sabotaging and plotting against any man that showed interest in you. but he wanted to hear it from your pretty mouth, “no one, si’. no one’s been able to take care of me.”
even when you had rebelled, simon was sure to tell you how you never seemed satisfied. how you were louder when you fucked yourself on your fingers then when you let any of those pathetic losers take you to bed. so it was best if you stopped entertaining them all together.
it happened so often you started to believe him, and he’d never lie to you, right?
but a low growl ripped from simon’s mouth as you rolled your hips desperately against his hand. recalling the one time that your moans were so loud and delightful, that he fisted his cock as he imagined it was him fucking you. and not that stranger from the bar.
his fingers had slipped into your underwear, and a whine almost tore from his mouth as he felt how wet you were. gliding his fingers through your folds as he wasted no time in circling the tip of his finger against your entrance.
a gasp ripping from your throat as his finger slid deep into you. curling and massaging against your walls as you desperately tried to fuck yourself against his hand.
simon had imagined this, far too many times to count, but the real thing was far better. his imagination could not even compare to how good you felt against him, under him.
wanting nothing more than to stuff you full with his cock. but he had to be patient, he had waited for so long, what was a couple of days?
he lowered himself a bit to be able to whisper in your ear, fucking you slowly with his thick finger.
“can you feel how your pussy just swallows my finger, baby?”
a low whimper fell from your mouth as he curled his finger inside of you.
“keeps sucking me back in, like you can’t get enough.”
you nodded, fisting at his shirt as you cried out, desperate for him to make you cum.
“s’like your cunt knows it belongs to me.”
you tightened around his fingers, a loud mewl ripping from your mouth as he pushed his thumb against your clit again.
white hot pleasure pulsing right between your thighs as you came, his fingers relentless as he fucked you through your orgasm.
“say it, pretty girl. tell me this pussy belongs to me.”
you nodded stupidly, babbling out as whined beneath him, “s’yours, i’m yours.”
simon removed his finger from your cunt, pushing it into your mouth as you sucked and licked at his digit obediently.
“good girl.”
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sophsbookstore · 13 days ago
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A Splash of Sunshine
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Carlos Sainz x wife!reader 。・:*˚:✧。
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Word count: 1,100
It was one of those sunny, early afternoons when everything felt perfect. The kind of day where the air is warm, but there’s a gentle breeze that makes you feel comfortable, even when you’re running around with two kids in tow. Carlos was excited, you could tell by the sparkle in his eyes. The excitement wasn’t just about picking out baby furniture—it was about getting everything just right for the new arrival.
“Are we ready?” Carlos asked, giving you a grin as you buckled Carmen into her car seat, while Santiago climbed into the back of the car, his little sneakers kicking the seat with enthusiasm.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied, patting your pregnant belly. “The nursery needs a lot of work. I just hope the kids don’t get too... distracted.”
Carlos laughed, sliding into the driver’s seat. “Distracted? I think they’re going to be a big help, trust me.” He turned to Santiago in the back seat. “Right, buddy? You’re going to help us paint, right?”
Santiago, already wearing a superhero-themed apron, nodded proudly. “I’ll paint! I’m super good at it!” He waved his little hands around like he was already holding a paintbrush.
You chuckled. “Just remember, we’re painting the walls, not the floor, okay?”
Carmen, who was only two, let out a babble from the back, her big eyes bright as she clutched onto a stuffed bear. You knew she had no idea what was happening, but she could feel the excitement in the air.
After a short drive, the family arrived at the store. The children were practically bouncing with energy as you all entered. Santiago was already sprinting toward the aisle with cribs, his face lit up with curiosity.
“Dad! This one! It’s so big! The baby can sleep in this!” Santiago pointed to a crib that seemed to take up most of the aisle, much too large for any newborn.
Carlos knelt down beside him. “That one’s a little too big, buddy,” he said with a smile. “We need a crib that’s just the right size for the baby. Let’s keep looking.”
Meanwhile, Carmen toddled around in her own little world, running her hands over the soft fabric of baby blankets, occasionally stopping to give them a squeeze. “Soft!” she giggled.
You and Carlos exchanged amused looks, knowing full well that this was going to be an adventure in itself.
As you went through the store, Santiago insisted on picking out a set of bed sheets for the baby, proudly holding them up like a trophy. “Look, mama! The baby can sleep on this!” he said, presenting a set with cute little animals on it.
“That’s perfect, Santiago,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Great choice.”
The shopping trip was full of little moments like this, where your kids showed off their excitement and their enthusiasm for the baby. By the time you had everything you needed—crib, dresser, changing table, some soft, pastel blankets, and cute little baby clothes—you were ready to head home and get to work setting up the nursery.
Back at home, the real fun began.
Carlos set up the crib in the corner of the room while you, carefully balancing your growing belly, looked over paint samples. After some indecision, you both decided on a soft, light yellow that would brighten the room.
Santiago was eager to help. He grabbed a small paintbrush and started "painting" the walls, splattering a few strokes onto the paper you had laid down on the floor. “Look, mama! I’m doing it!” he shouted with pride, his face completely covered in yellow paint. You laughed.
“That’s... one way to do it, buddy,” you said, gently taking the brush from his hand. “Let’s try to keep the paint on the walls, okay?”
Carmen, curious as ever, decided to get involved too. She waddled over to the paint bucket, dipped her fingers in, and then started creating colorful handprints on the floor. Her giggles filled the room as she patted the wall and then looked at her hand, completely amused. “Paint!” she giggled, showing you her little rainbow-colored hands.
Carlos, who had just finished assembling the crib, turned around and saw the chaos unfolding. His mouth dropped open in surprise, but he couldn't help but laugh. “I think we might need to paint the floor, too!”
“Maybe we’ll just keep those handprints as a memory of today,” you said, smirking.
After a few more moments of paint-induced chaos, you managed to corral the kids and get everyone back on task. While Carlos set up the changing table and dresser, you supervised as Santiago helped you roll the paint over the walls, and Carmen... well, she had a blast running around the room, occasionally stopping to admire the new furniture.
By the time evening came, the room was starting to take shape. The crib was in place, the walls were a cheerful shade of yellow, and there was a brand-new sense of warmth in the room that made you smile.
Santiago, who had been bouncing from one task to the next all afternoon, stood proudly in the middle of the room. “Look, mama! It’s perfect! The baby will love it!”
You walked over and crouched down to his level, pulling him into a big hug. “It’s perfect because you helped, Santiago. You and your sister helped make this room so special.”
Carmen toddled over, holding up a little toy bear she had found, offering it to you with a bright smile. “Baby bear!” she said, clearly proud of her contribution.
Carlos wrapped his arm around you from behind, his eyes filled with love and gratitude. “We couldn’t have done it without them,” he whispered, his voice full of affection.
You leaned back into his embrace, looking around the room that was now ready to welcome the new baby. “This is a memory I’ll never forget,” you said softly, your heart full.
“Yeah,” Carlos murmured, kissing the top of your head. “It’s a perfect start to our new chapter.”
As the day ended and the kids were tucked into bed, you and Carlos took a moment to sit together in the nursery, the soft glow of the nightlight casting a warm, comforting light around the room.
“We’re ready,” you whispered to Carlos, resting your hand on your belly. “Whenever the baby is ready, we’ll be ready.”
Carlos nodded, his eyes full of emotion. “We’ve got this. Together, we’ve got this.”
And as you sat there, surrounded by the love and chaos of your little family, you knew that everything was exactly how it was supposed to be.
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