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[kitttenteeth]

what is ur love language?

Surgery

[ruruumin]

“it’s cute when you drool in your sleep.” 

rin snaps his head in your direction. all the thoughts in his brain had come to a screeching halt the moment your voice pierced through with another absurd comment. the look on his face is a mixture of surprise and confusion, with just a hint of curiosity. his water bottle is left suspended in his hand, just a few inches away from his lips. 

“out of all things, you think me drooling is cute?” he asks, rolling his eyes at you. his resumes to sipping from his water bottle. 

“you don’t think so?” 

he wipes the corner of his mouth. “it’s a bad habit from when i was a kid.” 

“but you look so cute back then,” you tease, holding up your phone with what looks to be a photographed version of himself as a child. his eyes widen immediately at the photo. “your mom sent me pictures from when you were in elementary school. i can’t believe my cute little rin rin used to break his toys and chew on his owl blanket.” 

humiliation burns on his cheeks. as much as he wants to take your phone in his hands and delete every single photo his mother sent you, he knew you had already engraved them into your memory. and now that these compromising pictures of him have been seen by you, theres no way you’ll let this go. 

“why are you texting my mom?”

you stick your tongue out at him.

“she gave it to me so we exchange photos of you now.” 

[satellitespinner]

canon ellie

[prettiedup]

hii!<3 may i request Jjk men('Toru, Sugu, Cho, Nanami, Kuna, Toji) reacting to reader saying the safe word during their breeding time?

no, you dont need to do this request if you dont want to, and i may repost for a thank you if you do make one!! tysm!

-4 u!☆☆♡♡🌸🌸🌷🌷🌷💐<3

after satoru had been going on a mandated vacation for two weeks, it was only natural that the two of you fucked each other stupid once you were reunited. you two had been going at it for hours, you had already lost feeling in your knees and the once there feeling of pleasure is long gone and replaced with an uncomfortable feeling.

“yogurt.” you gasp.

immediately, satoru pulls away from you. he slides his dick out of you and adjusts your position so that he could look at your face.

“you good?” he’s scanning your face and body in worry.

"'s jus' too much, toru." you whimper. your body feels like it's on fire and you want nothing more than to take a shower and cool yourself down.

satoru leans down and litters your face with kisses. "'m sorry, my baby. i got too distracted, you did s'good f'me." his kisses are apologetic and sincere as he gives you soft praises. "let's run you some water." he suggests.

"sugu, no more." your saying that but your moans and squeals say something else. suguru takes your words as some sort of roleplay dirty talk and just goes harder.

his hips are snapping into you, he has you laying on your stomach while he's lying on your back. he's practically caging you from running or moving at all. he brings his lips down to kiss against your shoulder.

"no, no, no." you squeal and a loud cry escapes out of your throat when he matches your squeals with rough thrusts. "cupcake!" you practically scream the word out as you burst into tears.

suguru stops his hips and movements all together. his breathing is heavy as he looks down at the back of your head with worry. "babygirl.." he's frowning while pulling out of you.

"can't." you cry.

"'s okay, pretty, i got you. yeah your sugu has to learn control. mhmm, yes, he does. 's okay, pretty baby." he mumbles into your ear before placing a soft kiss on your lobe.

when choso fucks, he becomes a bit一dumb. he absolutely tunes everything out and focuses only on the warm pussy that gushing around his cock. he had this blank wide eye stare that lets you know that the lights are on but no one is home. he claims his ears ring and sometimes he really does just think with his dick.

he has that exact wide eye, blank stare as he watches your boobs bounce in front of his face while he bounces you on his cock. what was supposed to be you taking control and riding the both of you into rounds of pleasure soon became him fucking up into you until you lost your voice.

"i can feel you in my tummy cho." you mewl while looking down at your stomach. if you looked hard enough you could really see the faint print of his cock, or maybe you were convincing yourself you could. either way, he was being too rough and it was no longer pleasureable.

"so fuckin' wet." choso whimpers out, he's grabbing onto your waist with sweaty clammy hands. he has no rhythm and he's just listening to the voice in his brain that tells him to fuck you harder.

"stop!" you exclaim as you push choso by his shoulders, forcing his brain to become less foggy. "flower!" you shriek out as you felt a sudden pain in your lower legs.

choso pauses, there's a quick flash of irritation before he's looking at you with concern. "you okay, baby?" he asks, breathless. and when he see the dejected look on your face he's quick to wrap his arms around your shoulders and pull you against his chest. "didn't mean t'hurt you, princess. promise." he mumbles while pressing his lips against your forehead repeatedly.

nanami eats pussy like it's his last meal. always. when you see that hungry glint in his eyes, you automatically know what position you're going to end up in. and your suspicion is correct, of course.

you force your eyes open as you look down at your boyfriend who's lapping fervently at your sensitive clit. he has his eyes squeezed shut and there's a look of peace on his face as he licks and sucks on your pussy. his fingers are tightly gripping into the plush of your asscheeks, and you could feel the bed slightly rocking from him needily pushing his hips into the air.

"nami, shit, let's-let's staaa一fuck." you're moaning and grinding on his face even though you want him to stop. his tongue is truly both magical and powerful. you have to will yourself to stop practically riding his face once your stomach begins to burn, and not in a good way.

he says something but it's muffled. he only pauses for a split second to adjust you on his face so that your clit bumps the bump of his nose and his tongue can lap at your leaking slit.

"taxes!" you groan. you almost feel upset at yourself for calling out the safe word. you knew if you didn't stop him now, he would continue to eat your pussy until it felt uncomfortable.

he helps you lift your shaking leg down and lay down beside him. his face is drenched with your arousal and there's a frown on his face as he scans your body for any signs of brusing or irritation. "i-uhm, lost myself for a moment, sweetheart. i apologize." he says while looking at you with genuine sorrow.

tw:dubcon !

you really hadn't mean to upset sukuna. you were just beginning to grow tired of him talking to you like you were incompetent all of the time. and maybe you should've waited until the guests were gone to explode on him, but you were so blinded by rage that you insulted him not once but twice in front of company. you knew better, and sukuna wanted to make sure you never got that comfortable again.

the sound of your choked swallows and gurgling filled the large room. you were on your knees with your hands binded behind your back. your watery eyes darted up at your husband's face, your heart thumped just a bit harder when you realized he was already looking down at you. your mouth is full of cock, there's thick drool seeping out of the sides of your mouth, racing down to plop onto your chest.

sukuna only smirks as he grabs the back of your head and forces the rest of your mouth around his cock. instantly, you begin choking and trying to push away. sukuna only lets out a disappointed hum and forces you down deeper. once he realizes that your throat won't allow any more, he thrusts his hips back and forth a few times.

your throat and chest burns from the lack of oxygen. you could feel your head becoming more airy and your vision grows weaker and weaker with every passing second. at the last second, sukuna pulls his lathered cock out of your mouth and slaps it across your face a few times. he stains your face with bits of his precum and your spit mixed.

"red." the word comes out scratchy. you're breathing heavy, you mix between deep and short breaths as you try to regain respiration.

sukuna in returns laughs loud and hard at your 'plea'. "bitches like you don't get to call out." is all he says before he's shoving his cock back inside your mouth.

you and toji love to roleplay, you guys have a plastic storage bin hidden in the closet specifally dedicated for your little roleplays. you came up with them 98% of the time and toji just obliged. especially since the end result is always your creamy pussy. you had begged him for a week night to pretend to be a masked robber breaking in. after long blowjobs and incessant begging, he finally gave in and bought the cosplay.

"i-i can't sir, your cock 's too big!" you mewl out. he's holding your legs while having them pushed up to your chest, he's already so big and for him to have you in a position forcing you to feel every inch and vein that's embedded onto his cock has your breath hitching.

it's not exactly toji's fault. he's just fitting into the role you begged for, but somewhere along the lines you begin to feel uncomfortable in a sense. you weren't sure if it was the roughhandling or the degrading words as he tore your panties off.

you don't know when you start crying, but as you blink there are tears streaming from your eyes while you mutter a weak "bank."

toji stop instantly and pulls off the poorly cutten up masks. he slides out of you and lets go of your legs. he looks down at your bruised body and frowns to himself. maybe he did go too hard this time. "you alright? shit, babydoll. yeah let's stop, you should've said somethin' earlier. damnit." he curses at himself, guilt courses through his body as he realizes he's pushed you into an extremly vulnerable state.

[esouliie]

୧ 🍰‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆ strawberry thief ୧ 🍰‧₊˚ 🍓 ⋅ ☆

Mornings in the suburbs were something of fiction. Being a city dweller your whole life, you’d only ever seen the morning light shrouded in shadows of buildings too large. Mornings now were full of gentle warmth cascading through opens window, casting a warm glow on your face. The symphony of birdsong and distant laughter of children heading to school had become the soundtrack of your new morning routine, a welcome departure from the urban cacophony you once knew.

You’d never appreciated morning such as this one since moving in with Wanda.

Everyday, she ensures you start your day right, with a small bowl of cereal accompanied by a generous serving of your favourite fruit – strawberries. She insists it's for your health, a gesture of love and concern that never fails to warm your heart, alongside a gentle reminder that your body is a temple and “you’re not gonna stay this young forever.”

But you’re not one to complain, you love strawberries. They are your favourite fruit after all. If you could eat only strawberries for the rest of your life, you would.

You can't help but smile at the memory as you reach for the cereal box, adding just a little extra cornflakes, knowing your girlfriend won’t be able to tell the difference.

A soft click resonates followed by the sound of the patio door closing, meaning Wanda’s back from watering her flowers, “Morning, dear.”

“Morning,” You reply, mouth half full of cereal goodness you had just added.

You notice a mischievous glint in her eye as she reaches across the table and steals a strawberry from your bowl. "Mine now," she teases, popping it into her mouth with a grin.

“Hey! Not my strawberries.” You protest, fingers cupping the bowl protectively. “Get your own!”

“Excuse you, I bought those strawberries.” She laughs as she reaches for another.

You playfully swat her hand away, but she's too quick, managing to grab another one before you can stop her.

“Thief…”You mumble under your breath but don’t move to take the bowl out of her reach.

She fake coos at you, rounding the large island to drop multiple kisses on your pouting lips. “Cheer up baby. There’s plenty more.”

You can’t help the smile breaking out from her affection, “You’re lucky you’re so cute in the morning.”

Wanda leans in closer, her breath warm against your cheek. "And you're lucky you're mine," she whispers, her voice soft and full of love.

Soft lips press against your forehead before she moves away, with a few extra strawberries in her hand, and the most breathtaking smile on her face.

And you know what… you don’t mind sharing your breakfast with her. In fact, you don’t mind sharing anything with her, if it meant you’d get to see her smile like that everyday.

Even if it meant losing a few of your favourite strawberries.

[darlingofvalyria]

in hightower green— a masterlist.

The life and lies of the secondborn daughter of Viserys I, twin to Aegon Targaryen II, her rise to power and prominence, and her bountiful marriage to King Jacaerys Velaryon, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm.

For her crown, though no conqueror wore, was bathed in the shadows of the silent battles and wars she had won. For the Kingdom and for her lineage. Though she too wore many names, those that knew the stories— or the whispers — called her by others.

The Bastard Eater. The Kingmaker. The Spider Singer. The Emerald Fire.

+18 MDNI | Jacaerys Velaryon x Manipulative Targaryen!Reader, (Aegon's twin)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ please make note of the different TWs by each part ˊˎ˗ ↴

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : MAIN STORY (chronological order; you can technically read it them each as one shots) ::;˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

I. IN SCALES OF GREEN, DRESSED IN SEA | smut, angst = The honour-bound prince does not want you. Or so he tells himself.

II. IN CLOTH OF BLACK, BABE IN BLOOD | angst, smut = Through all your scheming— you had made a mistake. It is about to cost you everything.

III. IN BASTARDS OF BLUE, WAGER IN WAR | angst, smut PART ONE | PART TWO (coming soon) = When whispers of the dalliance of bastards reach your ears, your vengeance roars for Winterfell.

(cold feet)

｡˚ ❀↳˗ˏˋ ADDENDUM STORIES ˊˎ˗ ↴🌸

COLD FEET | fluff | you talk your daughter down from her cold feet.

AU! | A DALLIANCE OF DRAGONS | smut, angst | after your husband betrays you, you turn to your uncle for help.

THE CHILDREN (& LEGACY)

FIC TAG MOODBOARDS | [ The Queen Consort & Gaelithox ]

Message to be added to the taglist!

[higshkt]

[misdeliria]

cowboy!katsuki x reader ? ? ? spicy spicy

—🧿 anon

goddamn anon, i don't prefer to post spicy content on this blog ( check my slut blog @migvelohara ) but i finna do it on here for the vine

blue divider for my slut blog ↘ 

cowboy!katsuki is rough and tough, and even though he's completely enamored by you, he can't help but be a little rough with you too

he has a bad habit of jumping you the second he returns from labor around the property

he's all sweaty, and the satisfaction from his productivity and the gorgeous view of you leaning over the stove with your ass sticking out is enough to make his cock harden in his dirty jeans

You hear his belt unbuckle before you notice he's in the room with you.

"You look delicious," he murmurs, pressing himself against your backside before you can turn around to greet him. His nose is nuzzling into the crook of your neck, brushing his lips against your skin and inhaling deeply.

"Bit early for a romp, isn't it?" You tease with a smile, reaching behind and combing your fingers into his hair.

"I'm having withdrawals," he grumbles, and you squeak when his massive hands squeeze your ass tight.

he loves missionary, drunk off of your tits bouncing in his face and feeling your legs lock around his waist to keep him deep inside of your sopping cunt

on the rare occasion, you're on top of him, and your juices dampen his blonde curls at the base of his cock, he almost nuts in your pussy when he feels you coating his balls as they slam up against your ass

his favorite position is reverse cowgirl (obvi) because when he gets impatient from your fatigue, he readjusts

Katsuki holds you upright with a hand over your mouth, muffling your throaty moans and satisfied gasps and restricting your breathing to your flaring nostrils.

He's snarling with pleasure like an animal as he bucks up into your cunt over and over and over again. There's not a lot of room for him to pull out, but he's so close to you that his cock hits your cervix with every quick rut.

Your ass is flush against his lower abdomen, like a perfect, smooth peach he wants to take a bite out of. Your arms reach back to dig your nails into whatever body part of his you manage to grasp onto.

"How's that big dick, baby?" He asks you with a smug, toothy grin that elicits a high-pitched moan, and your hot pussy walls clench tightly around his length. A broken gasp escapes his throat, and his eyes unfocus as they roll into the back of his head from the indulgence.

Katsuki's not ready to cum yet, so he holds you firmly by the hips as he forces himself deep and pinches at the fat of your ass. He twitches in your cunt as you weakly convulse and try to wiggle your ass against him.

"That's it. Push back against me," he murmurs, bucking his hips as you push yourself down on his cock. He pulls you back against his chest, moving his hand from your mouth to your throat, and he hears you pant, breathy moans. "It feels too good. Feels too fucking good."

"God, I love your cunt," he continues to blabber as he gets closer to his high but still tries to stave it off. "You gonna cum again, baby? Gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Oh, Katsuki," you whimper, head thrown back and eyes rolling around. He can feel you tighten more and more with every shallow thrust.

"You gonna cum with me?"

"Please, can I cum?" You say with a broken sob as Katsuki squeezes gently at your throat.

"Stop," he moans in disbelief because it's unreal how fortunate he is, as his hips slang against you on their own accord. "Are you gonna cum?"

"Can I?" You whine in desperation, and he almost chokes on his saliva.

"Cum for me," he demands, slamming into you harder and faster as he feels you gushing heavenly fluids.

He growls deeply as he finishes inside of you, continuing his long strokes until he can see his cum painting the lips of your pussy.

Katsuki pulls out with a quick swat to your ass, leaning down to bite harshly into your fat cheeks. He snickers like a boy when you squeal, jumping away from him as your body twitches from your intense orgasm.

a/n: lol did i correctly answer this submission? kinda just rolled with it lmfao

[qvrcll]

; love language - (SULLY BROTHERS)

— (avatar : twow) -> drabble !

✧ — the sully brothers have qualities they seek in each of their partners.

cw. contains no spoilers ! gn , non sully + navi reader

auth notes. js watched twow and i literally sobbed in that theatre. avatar proves to stand as one of my fav films ever.

characters. lo’ak + neteyam sully (♡⃕)

warnings. injury / blood mention in lo’ak’s , slight angst for both but mainly fluff.

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𖠗 LO’AK — ༉‧₊˚.

loves physical touch. it is an act of trust and affirmation in his own catalogue of body language. he likes to slip his lithe fingers between your own to engraft the two of you together from the hip up — his hands are often pebbly and coarse from days of practice in the salty sea waters and bussed with fronts of ‘friendly banter’ with the other boys occupying the sea; scratches, bruises, even cuts. his day is often better when you’re treating his misgivings, soft skin melting against his own patch of skin. sometimes, when he feeling braver, if brave at all, he will slather his presence into you. that starts with rubbing your knuckles, index finger or even pinkie till you’re red and confused at the inundation of physical touch with him. your reactions are his catalyst. other days, when he’s heckled by jake or overriden by the boys, you will come to understand his pattern of touch — he’ll want you close. closer. touch his ears for him to crawl deeper into you. rub your knuckles against his cheek to keep him grounded. enclose your feet around his hips to keep him reminded of your subsistence of his trust — he’ll probably cry in your arms later.

𖠗 NETEYAM — ༉‧₊˚.

loves when you listen to him. this mustn’t be mistranslated to him being a deference freak — if there is anything he hates, it’s bossing you around. having you feel controlled. he loves when you’re most comfortable around him. but, when the time calls for it, he requires your time, your patience. this comes in the form of compliance to his word; jake instructed the two of you to stay out of battle? keep in the air and he will see the depth of his appreciation for you. sky people spotted raiding the meter ahead? stay touching toes with him in the foliage of the forest and he will learn of love, compassion. the golden fruit that is you, born from eywa. other days, when there are no baleful missions or pernicious members of earth filthying the land with bullets and spit, he loves when you just listen to him. being the oldest comes with its share of predicaments. swipe the hair out of his eye whilst nodding and he will pulse in your hold. maintain eye contact and he will meld with you. press your lips to his knuckles when his eyebrows furrow and he will riddle your skin with kisses.

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© 2022 qvrcll ! do not repost any of my works on any platform.

[goldfades]

🎊 Luke Hughes x zegras sister?!

600 follower celly!

luke def calls everyone around him short LMAO

underneath the soft glow of fairy lights of your living room, you and luke found yourselves nestled on the couch, surrounded by the warmth of laughter and the promise of lazy sunday afternoons. his fingers traced lazy circles on your hand as you both watched "the office", the room filled with the sweet scent of popcorn. it was a tradition to watch "the office" every sunday to help get ready for the new week. it's your favorite day of the week, now.

"you're the perfect size to cuddle, i swear," Luke chuckled, pulling you closer into his embrace. you nestled into the crook of his arm, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your ear.

You glanced up at him, a playful smirk on your lips. "perfect size, huh? is that your subtle way of calling me short?"

he grinned, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "no, no, I mean it as a compliment. you fit just right, like you were made for cuddling." you knew that he did, indeed, mean to call you "short." it was his favorite insult to throw because he was the beanstalk he was.

you couldn't help but laugh, the sound a melody that filled the room. "well, i guess that makes you the perfect cuddle partner too."

luke pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "that's what i like to hear."

masterlist

[alfaire]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤʚㅤㅤ🎧🩰ㅤㅤ୨ ﹫ 𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽

[kitttenteeth]

have you seen the tongue ring that’s just a little pill? I have one and it’s my very favorite

Mhm^-^ i have a pink version of it saved on my etsy I would like 2 get that eventually for sure …… is it uncomfy to wear ?I also need to buy a longer sized bar 4my heart shaped pawprint one Bcus it is rly uncomfortable to eat with :T

[ruruumin]

“ah, you got into another fight? really, rin?” carefully wiping the blood from his nose, you shake your head in disappointment, “you can’t be doing this. it’s a bad habit.” 

this invokes a scoff from him, “shit for brains had it coming though.” was shit for brains a new nickname for shidou? this man never ceases to impress you with his genius. 

sighing, you pat the side of rin’s cheek with a cotton swab, soaking up the rest of the blood. you suppose it was wishful thinking that the two of them could get along just for one game. you had even asked him to play nicely this time around. shidou was kind enough to at least reassure you that he won’t do anything (unless a certain someone makes the first move), but trying to convince rin was like talking to a rock sometimes. 

every time the ball flies out of someones foot, these guys are the first to scramble for it. it’s definitely a dog-eat-dog world out there. 

“what are you going to do when he cracks your nose and it heals sideways? you’ll lose your pretty looks.” 

“so what? i’ll still be able to play football.” 

“yeah well your lover over here sure doesn’t appreciate you coming home with a busted nose and bruised forehead.” flicking the top of his head, he roll his eyes, your words going in one ear and out the other rather quickly, “if you come home from another fight looking this bad, you’ll end up sleeping on the couch until your face heals.”

“…and don’t even ask for kisses.” 

now that catches his attention.

the next time he comes home, his face certainly wasn’t bruised but his knuckles have long turned purple and blue. it seems like he took your threat quite seriously. promising not to kiss him was definitely the final straw that broke the camel’s back for him. he adores any sort of attention he can get from you and would rather die than have shidou out of all people take that away from him. even if he is the one at fault for starting majority of the fights.

[satellitespinner]

this the dealer!ellie yall bitches r raving about btw

[prettiedup]

angel face ୨ৎ

you met toji at a bar. you remember that setting very well, sometimes too well. when you’re bored, you’ll sit back and think about that very night. you had just turned 20 not too long ago, and your friends had finally got the fake ids they ordered months ago. with excited giggles, they handed the ids out. you’ll never forget how your heart thumped as you examined the little card that displayed lie after lie. you had never done something so illegal, something so sinister.

that night, you waited until your parents were sleeping. no, not just laying in bed and resting, but absolutely sleeping. their breathing turned heavy and their chests rose up and down slowly. their backs touched each other as if they had enough of each other, even while unconscious. with the knowledge that they were asleep, you made sure to close the luxurious door as quietly as possible. the door closed shut with a soft thud. you stood there for a second, holding your breath. you weren’t sure as to what you were waiting for, but you waited.

you counted to 60 in your head four times before solidifying that they were actually asleep. your eyes crinkle as a smile adorned your lips. with newfound enthusiasm, your feet that were comforted in white lace socks pitter patter against the prime grade wood flooring. you skip into your room and close and lock the door behind you.

you grab your phone that sits on top of your nightstand.11:20 it reads. you have exactly an hour and ten minutes to get ready. you’re quick to rush into your white marbled bathroom that had soft pink enhancements sprouted throughout the room.

the walls are adorned with large, glossy white marble tiles, reflecting light and creating an illusion of spaciousness. lowered chandeliers create soft, ambient lighting, casting a gentle modern glow over the room. the room's main feature is a gleaming white marble bathtub with simple, elegant lines and a large basin that invites you to have a relaxing dip. a peaceful waterfall faucet that cascades above it softly filling the tub with warm water whenever you feel the need to soak your stresses away.

you choose to use your stand-up shower, for this occasion. the shower is fully glass, exposing everything and more. two sides or large glass panels trap you on your sides to stop the water from escaping freely. as you turn the hot water on, both the overhead shower-head and the six miniature shower-heads come to life. you take off your pink silky robe, hanging it on the nook that’s nailed onto the wall beside your shower. you rub your body clean with soaps and exfoliators. the water plays a soft tune throughout the bathroom, the relaxing sound from the faucet merges with the sweet scents. it’s a precise routine that you do daily. scrubbing yourself until you’re absolutely sure your body is sparkling, and then stepping out of your shower with a pink fluffy towel around your body. a large white bathroom rug catches all of the spare droplets as you walk to your sink.

when you’re done with your skincare routine which includes not only your face but oiling your body down, you’re leaving your bathroom and walking into your walk-in closet. the automatic light sensors turn on, almost if it was awaiting your arrival. you choose a short light pink dress, and a pair of expensive shoes that match the shading. you gush over the cute bows that are etched onto the heel of the shoe.

time moves quickly. one minute you’re brushing your hair and inserting a clip on bow, and the next you’re quietly sneaking out through the back door. you walk to your friend’s white range rover that’s parked three houses down.

the rest of the night is moved in little blurs. you feel like you’re sitting inside of a cinema, watching a newly released movie. the bar is full of men. and not the guys you’re used to seeing around at these little college frat parties. no, these are men with tattoos, men with beards, mens with war battles littered on their body, men who are old enough to be your dad. as you look around, you suddenly feel childish in your outfit. the women in the bar wear crop tops and little shorts that have their ass cheeks hanging out. there’s a sense of maturity that courses through the bar, something the frat parties could never carry.

these are criminals, office men, police officers, businessmen. and suddenly there’s a throbbing in your lower region that you’ve never felt before. you’re looking around curiously as if the bar is some sort of museum that hold rare artifacts.

you look over at a table full of guys, their faces are littered with tired eyes and white beards. you accidentally make eye contact with one of the men and he winks before smirking and muttering something to his friends. they all snap their heads to you and your friends. some of them whistle while the others carry the same smirk. you should feel disgusted, guys that were possibly in the same classes with your dad, are making advances towards you. but instead the throbbing increases and a feeling of need courses through your body.

your friends make it to the bar and take your seats. a female bartender who looks to be in her mid 30s walks up to you four. she has overgrown blonde roots and various random tattoos littered all over her skin. her skin is obviously fake tanned, the exposed parts of her body are three shades darker than her head. her makeup is cakey and there’s dark eyeshadow around her eyes creating a lazily done smokey eye look. there’s a few facial piercings on her face as well. a dermal beside her eye, two dimple piercings, an eyebrow piercing, and when she opens her mouth to greet you all you can see the ball of a tongue piercing.

“what can i get for you ladies?” her voice is somewhat strained and gravelly. as she leans in, you can smell the lingering smell of cigarettes on her tongue.

“can i have eight shots of lemon drop, please.” your friend flashes the bartender a mischievous smile.

those shots were what got the night going. you were already very tipsy after your two shots and also a half glass of tequila. your friends had scattered around the bar, having conversations amongst themselves. you watch them, there’s envy burning in your stomach at how social they’re able to be so easily. you take it as competition. you sway your head to the side and your eyes land on a guy who’s sitting on the far end of the counter.

with the confidence you mustered, you walk up to him and sit in the wooden chair beside him. the chair creaks as you adjust yourself. sucking in a heavy breath, you smile at him.

“hi.” you greet him.

“’m not a perv. fuck off.” his response has you blinking rapidly in shock.

“uhm .. what? i’m-i’m of age!” you exclaim. you don’t know why you feel so offended at his words. most girls would’ve instantly stood up and walked away from his hostility, but if anything it strung you in even more.

“yeah, okay. and lemme guess, there’s pigs out there flyin’.” he chuckles but it’s forced, if anything.

“you, sir, are reaaaal hostile.” you drag the word out. the alcohol in your system is fumbling with your ability to talk normally.

“go away, little girl.” he dismisses you once again. he’s gripping his glass, with the muscles straining from his tight black shirt you wonder if he’s going to end up breaking it.

you have no idea as to why you’re so stuck on staying beside him and continuing to try. “i’ll have you know,” you emphasize, making sure the word rings through his head. “i can do everything you can do. vote, pay taxes, drive, all of that.”

“not drink, though.” he argues.

your eyebrows scrunch and suddenly you’re digging through your purse searching for that fake id. once your fingers grasp it, you’re pulling it out and slamming it on the polished wood.

“actually, i can.” you challenge. you’re sliding the card in front of him, all of your confidence powered into that one finger.

the guy goes quiet for a second, he’s reading your id. you cross your arms in victory. yeah, he doesn’t have much to say now.

or so you thought. “this shit’s faker than me claimin’ t’be a good father.” he says, his voice tinged with disgust. he slides the card back in front of you.

“okay. whatever. ‘m of age, though. okay? i’m 20 and if i’m not mistaken that’s grown.” you reply.

he finally turns, his entire body turns to look at you. lean and toned. he’s extremely built, with muscles everywhere. not to mention his waist, that’s so so slim. he’s wearing black jeans but you don’t even have to see his legs to know they match his arms. your eyes dart away his lower body to focus on his face. his face is rugged and masculine. he has sharp, angular features, including a strong jawline and high cheekbones. his green eyes are sharp and piercing as he stares down at you. you notice there’s an attractive scar that runs through his thin lips.

“‘nd is there a reason as t’why you keep botherin’ me, ms.twenty year old?” he asks sarcastically.

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“g-gonna cum again!” you gasp. your head lays in the crook of his neck. he has one strong hand holding your head so even if you wanted to move it, you couldn’t. 

you had only had sex with one guy, ever. and he was more so on the skinnier side. you wouldn't shame him at all, he had managed to pull a few orgasms out of you. but this一this was different. he was stretching you out in ways that had your mind completely fucked. your pussy is stretched and wrapped tightly around his cock as if it was made for him and him only. 

your knees laid on both sides of his hips. you had started off riding him but he had quickly taken control when he realized how awkward you are when you’re on top. the way you stiffly jerked your hips would have resulted in absolutely no orgasms if he had let you continue. his feet were planted flat on the mattress  while his other arm was wrapped around your lower back so that he could have leverage as he plowed his cock into your dripping pussy. 

you could faintly hear the sound of police sirens through the thin motel walls. you had let the mystery man sway you to this cheap motel that looked as if it was infested with a little bit of everything. you remember the look on the receptionist’s face, a big man dressed in all black with a girl that’s inches shorter than him right beside him. they looked suspicious until you grabbed at the guy’s hand to lead him back outside once the two of you got a key.

“fuck are you so quiet for?” his voice snaps you out of your thoughts. before you could respond his big palm is striking down on your ass, sending multiple slaps. you whimper and jerk in his hold but he doesn’t let you move. “ungrateful thing. should i stop?”

“no!” you sob out. “please don’t stop.”

he rubs his hand over the spot he attacked before gripping your hip and fucking up into you even harder. the sound of his balls slapping against your skin and your pussy wetting his dick even more echoed through the room. the motel bed squeaks with every movement, like an old door protesting against being opened.

your senses whirl as he abruptly hurls you onto the side of the bed. your form plunges into the worn mattress, a musical of creaking springs accompanying your fall as you land on your stomach. everything moves fast as he’s suddenly behind you and pressing cock back inside of your awaiting pussy.

“arch your back.” he grumbles. he doesn’t give you time to move on your own before he’s grabbing your hips and adjusting them into the air. his sharp eyes take in your bruised pussy that’s clenching around nothing.

he lets his leaking cockhead rub against your pussy for a few moments. he shudders when his thick pre cum mixes with your arousal, creating a beautiful canvas. you’re whining and cooing out to him, he takes note of you growing impatient and taking it upon yourself to move your hips in desperate attempts that his dick would enter you.

“desperate girl.” he tuts before lining himself up and slamming his dick back inside of you.

you let out a deafening scream as your pussy streams out liquid. he quickly pulls out and rubs his length through the mess you’re creating.

"gooood girl. mhm cum all on m'dick. jus' like that." he coos at you. "gonna gimme some more? hm?" he asks while bracing his cock for your tight walls.

you whimper out something unintagible as you fix your arch once again. just the thought of him scolding you for not listening put a sense of uneasiness in your body. you wanted to continue being his good girl.

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nestled in a sea of soft, spiraling sheets and flat pillows, your soft breathing created a peaceful, rhythmic lullaby in the room. your chest's soft rise and fall resembled the waves' gentle rise and fall on a calm beach. your shape was nestled into the motel bed, which provided a false sense of haven from the outer world. toji gives your body a once over. he had really done a number on you. your body is littered with bites and bruises from him gripping you too hard. and somehow through all his negligence and however rough he was with you, you continued to moan and beg for more.

he told himself he was done with one night stands. god damnit. and then here you go walking into the bar with those needy ass doe eyes. he could smell the youthfulness on you. a twenty year old prissy girl with no true understanding of how ugly the world actually is.

toji exhaled while being lost in his own world as he stood outside the dimly illuminated motel room, wisps of smoke swirling around him. the light from his cigarette flickered with every breath, highlighting his face in the shadows.

he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel good. having a fine thing begging for more of his cock, the way you gripped the sheets whenever the overstimulation got too much to deal with, your choked sobs as he brought you to a place you've probably never reached before. a smirk tugged on his lips. you made him feel young again, that's for sure.

he could feel his phone buzzing in his pocket, it's possibly his boss who has found a shady job for toji to do. usually, he would've accepted in seconds but the thought of you halted him from doing so. this motel was located in a rather dangerous location and toji would feel like shit if he was listening to the news one day and found out some criminal got to you. he decides he'll walk you to a safer area before the two of you part ways.

his heart thumps hard in chest when he realizes this is the first and last time you two would ever do something like this. he enjoyed your smart replies and the fake confidence you put up at the bar. even more so, he enjoyed the size difference between you two. he dwarfs you in every way. he was practically throwing you around like some ragdoll and you took it. you took it all and that shit is fascinating to toji.

he tilts his head back, a cloud of smoke escapes through his mouth and into the air. that was一fun. he decides.

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GOLD SKIN, EAGER BABY

warnings | smut, wanda concerned with hurting you yet can’t help how her body reacts, inexperienced!reader, kissing, oral sex 👍 (18+)

Mommy Wanda fucking you cruelly like this… Mommy Wanda fucking you like that… when really it’s Mommy Wanda’s first time with you. She wanted to make it special, focusing the entire night on you, but you wouldn’t have it…not when almost every day, you’d been waking up with a sticky mess between your thighs from tempting dreams about the older woman.

You needed her just as badly as she needed you.

You see - being older and freshly divorced - she’s had more experience than you, so she’s quite self aware, knowing all too well how eagerly she comes.

She knows how uncontrollably her body reacts when she’s being eaten out. Her curvy figure tends to lash out against her restraint as waves of pleasure roll through her entire being, in a way that’s different from her usual norm, all because a tongue is now what’s fucking her… pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

The foreplay had lasted a while. Deciding to take it slow as you shared gentle caresses, longing to study each others bodies. But with how easily worked up she became, it wasn’t long before she had guided you to your knees, whispering nothing but sweet promises to guide you through these uncharted waters.

Not long later, she was close to coming. She tells you in a drawn out moan, “Fuck baby, grab onto my thighs,” not wanting to accidentally trap your head between them.

Poor baby… your first time eating a girl out, not knowing what’s ahead of you.

A sight - magnificent yet concerning - to behold.

A painstaking reward.

It starts with a sharp cry then immediate silence, followed by all the muscles in her stomach tensing in a rippling effect. Her back contorts in an unusual manner, the arch of her neck extending towards the heavens and her head pushing back against the wall. Strong hips bones begin to thrust forward, unrelenting and uncaring for your safety as they fuck your mouth. Behold the true power of the woman under you as she battles to prolong the last of her orgasm.

And then, like a dam breaking, the words spill out uncontrollably. In the midst of the silence that follows her crescendo of passion, she finds her voice.

Raw and primal.

“That's it, fuck baby," She murmurs, voice husky with need. "Feels so good, so good f'me."

Her muscles, once tense with anticipation, begin to relax, trembling from the exertion. Luckily, your hands are still on her thighs, and not only did you prevent yourself from dying of suffocation (not that this was the worst way to go) but you also managed to stop your girlfriend from collapsing to the ground.

With her weight supported by your hands, you rose to your feet, immediately seeking out her soft lips.

A hand against your chest stops you. “You okay, sweetheart?” She asks, breathless as her fingers search meticulously, the wetness undeniable as it soaks the lower half of your face.

“I’m okay, Mommy. Was fun.” You smile so sweetly she can’t help but give in, melting against your plumped lips. Her eager tongue gliding along yours, coaxing the sweetest of sounds from you, as she commits the taste of herself on your tongue to memory.

“Come, baby.” She grabs your hands, guiding you to the edge of the bed as she gets down on her knees. With eyes full of mischief and hands edging closer towards your panties, she husks, “Mama wants a taste too.”