#「 drabble 」

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

not editing this or proofreading it. school is hard, so all you guys get is my shower thoughts for now 😔 this shit is so unserious. i also lost motivation for this one, so… have this

cw- demon!sukuna, chubby!reader, smut, mdni

imagine summoning demon sukuna on accident in your sleep only to find out he’s actually an incubi.

he stares at you with a smoldering gaze as his wets his lips with his forked tongue. he’s eager to indulge, and you are the perfect prey.

seeing this as something you can use to your own advantage, you ask him to take care of your little “problem”… the problem being that you’re a complete loser virgin.

also, this is just a dream, right? it’s not like you’re going to suffer any real life consequences! maybe your subconscious will come up with a juicy enough scenario to satisfy your urges without having to look for a real man because… ew.

the only dick you’re getting is in your dreams… that is until he reveals to you that he actually has two dicks.

“o-oh!” you gape as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from him. two whole dicks… his presence is suffocating in your mind.

“already taking back your request, woman?” he asks in a low rumble. he’s definitely challenging you right now.

“no! it’s not like it’ll hurt-“

your words are cut off by him removing the sheets that were covering your body. he curls a finger into the waistband of your panties, and he can feel his mouth already begin to salivate from the promise of burying his tongue so deeply into your weeping pussy until you’re writhing and begging for a break.

however, his one track mind is completely halted once he lays eyes on said slickened pussy.

“what- is something wrong?” you quickly ask, looking down for yourself. not a fictional dream man already making you feel self conscious about your body.

“you’re hairless.” he notes bluntly, leaning in to get a closer inspection.

“stop that!” you bat him away, crossing your legs so he can’t see you anymore.

“don’t hide yourself from me.” you swear you hear him growl as he forces your plush thighs back open. he leans in closer, and he takes a deep breath. the scent of your arousal has him throbbing in need, but he’s completely mesmerized by the fact that there’s not any hair.

“did you just sniff me-?” you ask, unsure if you want the answer to that question or not.

“you smell normal.” he remarks with the same blunt tone. he then leans into you — his warm breath caresses your sensitive skin, and you feel your back arch involuntarily for him.

his tongue laps just once, savoring you as if he’s at a fucking wine tasting, and your virgin ass is already on the cusp from a little lick. you whine, trying to lift your hips as if to silently ask for more.

“you taste perfect.” he continues with his observations before his long fingers gently caress the small bundle of nerves that only you have ever touched, and fuck, he’s so skilled with moving his hand in perfect circles until your damp cunt is making wet schlicking noises.

you nearly cum when he slips two fingers inside your inexperienced hole.

“feels normal.” he comments, not paying any mind to how you’re nearly coming undone on his hand.

“are you fucking— oh sh-shit… giving me a doctor’s visit right now?” you manage to pant out as you look down at the demon.

“just trying to figure out why you’re hairless.” he obliges you with an answer while casually pumping his fingers in and out, curling them to brush against a spot that makes you cry out.

“i-i shaved!” you answered him frantically, rolling your hips as you shamelessly grind against his hand. the incubis smirks at your clear desperation. he feeds on it.

“shaved?” he asks, stroking his fingers against that spot with more vigor until he’s recklessly pounding his fingers into you.

“yes- oh my—… i’m gonna cum… don’t stop. oh right there!”

“tell me more about this shaving thing. why would you do such a thing to your pretty cunt, hm?” he prompts as if he’s not relentlessly finger fucking your poor pussy.

you can’t give him an answer because you literally can’t think. this demon is making you see the gates of heaven with his fingers.

it’s not a minute later before you’re screaming out in pleasure, soaking his hand in your juices as you finish on his digits.

he leans his monstrous sized body over yours, still leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of your fluttering cunt as he gives you an expectant gaze. he’s still waiting on his answer.

“it’s mostly for… for aesthetic purposes,” you manage to breathe out while your body is still vibrating from your orgasm. you’ve played around a time or two with your toy, but it had never felt this damn good.

“aesthetic purposes for who? you’re a pathetic virgin, are you not?” he asks with a low chuckle. “you humans are so perplexing. you’re lucky i find the rest of you aesthetically pleasing.”

you feel your face warm as you look down at your body. no one usually compliments your body. being a big girl means getting compliments about your smile or your hair — never your body because it’s never good enough.

“you do..?” you ask, unsure of if he truly meant his words.

his fingers slowly slide out of your warm channel, causing you to shudder from the emptiness.

“oh pet, i wouldn’t have answered your pitiful calls if i didn’t find you so tantalizing,” he slowly reaches his hand up, and he pinches your nipple, “i’ll have so much fun with you,”

then, he’s gone.

you startle awake in your bed, leaning up and looking around as you pant heavily. that all felt so real. sukuna felt so real.

peaking under the blankets, your eyes widen as you can immediately see that your orgasm was real. your bedding is completely soaked…

and you can’t wait to try and summon him later tonight again.

[softaestluv]

Simon Riley who despises pet names. Snarls and sneers in the face of terms of endearment. Everyone already knew him as his call sign, ‘Simon’ was intimate enough for him.

Then, you came along with your sweet words and a soft voice. Melted in saccharine honey, clung to him in ways he couldn’t explain. Bloomed warmth from his fingertips to his toes, coiled tightly around his heart, and found a home in his veins.

Felt it when dainty fingers snaked under his balaclava, slipped the mask off his face as you straddled his lap.

“There’s my pretty boy,” You would murmur, trace the pads of your thumb over his cheek bones and jawline.

Simon knew he wasn’t pretty, not nearly when scars decorated his face. But there you would sit spread over his thighs, kissing sweet words into his skin, and how wasn’t he supposed to enjoy that?

Or when he would snuggle deeper into the sheets on his leave, protesting leaving the warmth of your bed.

But then you would pull him up anyways, purring syrupy words of “Come on, big boy, we have plans today!”

Those moments were intimate enough for him, all you had to do was call him something sweet in your silvery voice and blink your doe eyes at him, and he would do anything you asked. At your beck and call.

Though his favorite might be when you were perched on your heels between his thighs, peering up at him with glassy eyes. One hand fisting his fat cock, the other wrapped around your chin as he leisurely stroked over his shaft.

Lips parted as you squeezed your thighs together, desperate for any stimulation, breathed a soft “Baby, please.”

He had been teasing you all day, left you needy and wet that morning before he left for base, but it was over the moment you started whispering sweet names to him.

And you knew it.

Fluttered your pretty lashes at him, knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Hoisted you in his lap soon after, lowered you on his throbbing cock until your ass pressed against his hips.

Banding your arms tightly around his shoulders as he finally slid home, lips pressed close to his ear as you whimpered so sweetly for him.

“Oh— baby.”

“Yeah, ‘m right here, pretty,” He murmured, pulling your hips up, “I got you.”

[itelya]

Nanami is attractive and the type of man women dream of. He clearly knows it but he doesn't feel any attraction to any of the women who try to have him in their bed.

But only one woman has managed to get his attention. It's you. Is it normal to see a woman so beautiful that his cock becomes so painful every time he sees her? He doesn't have the answer but he only wants you. He could be sick if that's not the case.

And he got you.

"Fuck baby.. your pussy tastes like heaven." He says more to himself than to you as he eats your pussy through your pastel pink panties of depraved just for him. His thumb tickles your swollen and sensitive clitoris.

"Nanamiiii!" Your toes respond to each other with the strong sensations he gives you, but the guilt of doing such a dirty thing in the meeting room catches up with you and especially doing it with your boss.

Your hands cup your mouth to muffle your loud moans. His eyes flick up to catch your gaze. "I want to hear you my slutty girl. It's okay if we hear you." He moves your soaked panties with his tongue and pushes them into your tight walls and you feel a small smile against the levers of your soaked pussy.

You pull your hand away and moan incoherent things from the immense pleasure Nanami is giving you. Your hands grip his hair which makes him moan. Your hips move spanking so that your pussy grinds against his face.

He looks at you intensely as if you are an angel. You are so beautiful in his eyes. His cock twitches and hurts so much against his expensive pants. He can feel the precum against the fabric. It's a waste for you.

"Imgonna! I'm gonna cum!" Small tears of pleasure fall from your pretty eyes. His tongue is active in your velvety walls and his thumb makes a frantic circle on your sensitive bud. "Nanamiii!!" Your grip on this hair becomes stronger.

You enjoy your mouth soaked with your sperm. He continues to lick you and drink your sweet juices. You taste so good. Nanami felt moisture in his underwear, he had cum too but without realizing it. You make him so dirty for his greatest pleasure.

a/n : I wrote quickly because it's been a while since I posted :) I haven't reread and if you come up with a longer version let me know. ⟢﹒masterlist

[artisticdissillusion]

Piglin c!Tommy in the nether who meets traveling Phil for the first time.

Tommy's hair glows gold amongst the flickering fire, bit aside from that, the color is scarce on him. Out of part pity part endearment, Phil offers a gold ingot to the child, remembering how Techno mentioned the importance of it on young piglins.

And Tommy, sweet, young Tommy, who has only ever seen an actual trade from afar is quite sad that he has nothing to offer the traveler in return. Until he remembers the particularly shiny piece of obsidian he kept in the pocket of his trousers. He liked it because it shined a lovely purple when held up to the fire that's so prominent in the nether. But, he refuses to pay the travelers kindness back with rudeness, so he digs into his pocket and extends his fist out. Phil offers him his hand and is pleasantly surprised when a small obsidian pebble falls into his hands.

He looks it over in his as Tommy scurries away, his new ingot held to his chest.

As he observed the small pebble, an idea flickers in his mind.

The child was obviously not getting the necessary care here, and having another piglin in the house might be good for Techno.

He places the rock in his pocket, looking into the distance to see if he could catch one last glimpse of the boy, but unfortunately, he was much too fast and had already disappeared.

Oh well, he'd manage to find the piglin in no time, besides, gold is incredibly special to the species, and Phil just so happens to have a lot more than just a single ingot.

you guys can see this too bc even tho i was wrong i think it's funny

[hellinistical]

11:14

Older, married Caleb snippet based off this post cause I need it and need more.

You sit on the counter, legs swinging idly, the cool surface a relief against your sun-warmed skin. The faint stickiness of a melting popsicle lingers on your fingertips, a remnant of an earlier indulgence. The kitchen smells crisp—fresh apples, a hint of cinnamon from the spice rack, and the comforting scent of home.

Across from you, your husband works with quiet focus, slicing through the fruit with practiced ease. The soft thud of each piece landing in the bowl is oddly soothing. You watch the way his hands move, the way the afternoon light catches on the edge of the knife.

He gets a slice on his knife, bringing it your your lips.

You smirk, leaning forward just enough to pluck the apple slice from the flat of the knife with your teeth. It’s crisp, sweet, and a little tart, the juice bursting across your tongue. Caleb still doesn’t look up, but there’s the smallest twitch at the corner of his mouth—he knows you’re watching him.

The soft hum of the ceiling fan stirs the warm air, and outside, a cicada buzzes lazily. The moment is unhurried, easy. You pop the rest of the apple into your mouth, licking a drop of juice from your lip as he continues slicing, his movements steady and sure.

“You’re staring,” he finally says, voice low and amused.

You chew, swallowing before answering. “You’re feeding me. It’s only fair I supervise.”

This time, he does glance up, shaking his head with a quiet laugh.

"Ya know, this whole 40s thing? It's hot. I thought the 30's were hot. But this?" You do a little outline of him with your fingers. "This is nice."

Caleb huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he picks up another apple. "You make it sound like I’m ancient," he mutters, but there’s a smug little tilt to his smile.

"You’re distinguished," you correct, biting into another slice he wordlessly offers. "Rugged. Seasoned."

Caleb huffs a laugh, shaking his head as he picks up another apple. “Oh yeah?” he muses, his tone light but laced with amusement. “So what, I was just decent in my thirties?”

You grin, still lazily tracing his outline in the air like you’re sketching some masterpiece. “No, no, you were very nice in your thirties. But now?” You tilt your head, eyeing him like you’re considering a fine work of art. “Now, you’re like—aged whiskey. Or, I don’t know, a really expensive cheese.”

Caleb finally looks up at you, brow raised. “Did you just compare me to cheese?”

You pop another apple slice into your mouth and shrug. “Sexy cheese.”

He stares at you for a moment before shaking his head, muttering something under his breath that sounds a lot like "unbelievable", but there’s no hiding the way his mouth twitches, or the way his ears go just a little bit pink.

[ghast1yghosts]

paramedics Steve and Robin go help someone needing to get up to their apartment but the elevator is out of order.

Eddie getting a piggyback ride from a (extremely hot) paramedic while the guy’s partner carries his wheelchair up the stairs behind them.

[witerh]

To have. To hold. To breed. || husband re: vendetta!leon

NSFW!

warnings: fluff, soft/dom, reader!housewife, kisses, on the table, pussy eating, hole inspection, fingering, mating prees, deep fuck, ovulation, impreg, aftercare

notes: i admired asmr and my imagination was not enough to come up with another name, lmao (my one of the drabbles on dirty stories with leon for women's day, other drabbles can be seen on my ao3)

rating: mature

summary: leon step through the front door, he accosted by his woman. the smell of your cooking, the sound of your moving about in the kitchen. he have no choice but to follow his senses. when he sees you, all sweet and lush and prettied up for him, every ounce of tiredness in his body fades and the only thing on his mind becomes...

It's already sparkling outside, darkness fills the horizon and the noise and smell of cooking fills your home. You were standing at the stove, preparing dinner in the form of chicken and a side dish.

The muffled roar of a motorcycle distracts you, because most likely…

It is your husband coming home from work.

Leon’s life as a government agent was full of danger and chaos — his missions took him to the darkest corners of the world, and it often felt like he was married to his job, not to you.

The traumas were already in his brain dented with nightmares and memories as if for the first time. Every mission weighs on Leon more than the last. He hasn’t been the same since Raccoon City, and every year seems to put more strain on him than the last.He’s getting older now. His line of work has never given him the opportunity to settle down and start a family — not that any girl would want a guy who drunk himself half to death.

But you are like someone else and despite the obstacles of his work you were able to become something more than friends.Now you and Leon have been together for many years, not counting the year of your marriage. There were hard times and pleasant things, but you always got through it together.

He tries to spend more time with you, to be closer and more open, to communicate more with friends and acquaintances. This attempt to get rid of the burden of the past helps.

The smile has begun to appear on his face much more often when he is in your pleasant and cozy company. He is already on the mend and may be able to get rid of his nightmares.

Thanks to the psychologist.

Leon was coming home from work after hours of nonstop reports and paperwork, the younger recruits dumping all of their mess onto the old man. He fiddled with his keys before opening the front door to his house, huffing to himself as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.He quickly stripped off his jacket, hanging it up before going further into the not quiet house. All faded away as he saw his precious little wife cooking on the kitchen; this gorgeous view from the back along with a fitted apron and a cute bow at the back, this hand stirring something (which he is always sure of it) delicious in a frying pan.

Wrinkles appeared on his handsome face when he smiled and you immediately noticed his steps.

Familiar arms wrapped around your waist, his broad chest pressed against your back while he inhaled your scent against your neck. “Well aren’t you a beauty standing at the stove… beautiful as a picture for me”, he whispers into the crook of your neck.

“Hey, Leon”, he doesn’t see your smile but you are very happy to see him. You turned your head towards him to catch a glimpse of him melting in your presence. “You should take a shower and then you can hug as much as you want.”

“I know I’m all dirty, but let me hold you for a moment.” He breathes deeply and fully. “I just need my girl in my arms.”

But despite your words, he doesn’t leave you, just sighs deeply and hums. Finally, he can relax from all this paperwork.

“I missed you, princess”, he surrenders in your arms, his shoulder muscles relaxing. “The work was hard, I had to take on all the work myself… These recruits can’t be relied upon.”

“All this time I could only think about how I would return home to my sweet wife.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, swear on my heart”, he confesses to you. “I knew you’d be here, beautiful, sweet smelling, with something on the table to fill my belly. Remind me why I work so hard…”

He falls silent again, closes his eyes and breathes calmly while you work over the stove. But something catches his attention, causing him to open his eyes and move his head off your shoulder, but not pull away from your back. He tilted his head to the side, and damn, a smile appeared on his lips at the sight before his eyes. His eyes were already sparkling with joy and it seemed like the fatigue had instantly fallen from his shoulders.

“Hold on now, what is this?” He laughs deeply, grinning toothily. “You’re already trying to push your fat ass against my cock, like if you’re hungry for it… Are you desperate yet, baby?”

“Mhmm,” you bites bottom lip and your back arches slightly. You’re sure he’s noticed it too. “Yes, I am. I need you so much, Le—…”

“Yeah?” he asks again, interrupting you mid-sentence and you were left with your mouth open in bewilderment. “Here’s how… I need to see myself make sure my sweet wife needs «help» as much as she says.”

He pulled away from you, turned and looked around the table set: lace tablecloth with plates and forks and this is for you both this evening. You always set the table for your dinner or breakfast. Everything has to be perfect, right?

“Every night you set this table so pretty, even when it’s just you and me sitting at it.” he moans in pleasure looking at all this beauty. “As much as I want to ruin that, I need something to lay you down on.”

He admired and still admires this, that you bring everything to perfection, but now it interferes a little with his plans. He pushed the plates away with his hand, making a dull thud as the dishes smashed against each other, causing you to look back at the sound.

At one point he grabs your hand and gently pushes you onto the edge of the table that he cleared especially for you. “Mhmm… There you go.” he guides you, helping you to sit more comfortably. “Lie down right here, precious.”

“Keep your legs over this table, push your butt against edge…” He nods, watching as you try to do as he asks. “There you go, good girl…”

“Now spread those pretty thighs open.”You spread your legs, looking puzzled at Leon and his face as he examines what’s under the apron. And you’re there without panties: as strange as it may seem, you were already wet. That's nature.

“Look at this delicious little pussy,” he notices teasingly, leaning closer to your core. “You’re already hungry for it, aren’t you?

”His breath touched your sensitive skin and it was pleasant — you could admit it but with great defeat. If only you knew that you had already lost...

“Oh!” you sigh and blush at his words. You can’t just give in to your husband and tell him that you missed him all day. “What are you talking about?…”

“You know what am i talking about right now. It’s all juices on your thighs… they flow down right on your ass on…” he notices, looking up at your face and then back between your legs. “Let me give my hands under knees to open you up.”

You didn’t object, you just spread your legs even more for him to make it easier. Your fingers tightened on the edge of the table, your knuckles even turned white.

His strong hands grabbed you under the knee, the other placed on his shoulder as he brought his face closer to your pussy. His hot breath fanned over your lower lips.

“God damn, sweetheart… she’s so pretty that I just wanna…”

Lips pressed against your pussy, wrapping them around your clit, kissing and licking, giving and encouraging attention to this pearl. He heard your surprised cry with pleasure and pushed him to go further, but your legs reflexively wanted to squeeze together, to which he looked up at you.It was hard to resist locking his legs together and he chuckled because of it.

“Ohh… Nah-huh, baby, they stay open for as long as I want it be,” He pouts weakly, pretending to be offended. “Don’t pretend you don’t want it.”

“Don’t pretend you just accidentally forgot to put on panties this morning.”

“Damn, you found me out,” you laughed. “Okay, I won't. Just don't stop, okay?”

He nods with satisfaction at your answer. “Mhmm, good. So keep those gorgeous thighs open for me…”

The tongue flicks at your clit, sucking and lightly touching it with his lips, but quickly replacing the pain with his lips. He changed and played with the clit, using his tongue first and then his lips, making you go crazy.

He explores your vagina, giving it his time and attention, for which you are so grateful to him. He is already skilled at this and it is not difficult for him to go down a little lower… and, oh, your humming encourage him as his tongue penetrates you, so full of your juices.

Leon enjoys your excited sighs, even a little proud that he can satisfy his little wife like this.The tip of the nose does not forget to replace his lips and presses enough while he works a little lower and wets his bristles which gently tickles you.

“Fuck, you are just flowing,” he is breathing heavily. “…I swear I can do this all day… all night.”

“Oh my God, Leon”, you grip his hair tightly, guiding him with a strong grip. “I feel so go-o-od… Please don’t stop..”

“You like it, huh?” he smiles weakly and does not resist your fingers, allowing herself to be your puppet. “Of course you like it when I run my tongue over your needy clit…”

Based on his words, he lifts his head and again his tongue attacks your clit, circling it with the tip and lubricating it with warm saliva. From your clit he moves down again, painfully slowly, making your body shudder with need.

“Fuck, I love the way your pussy looks after I run my tongue all over it,” He moves his face away a couple of centimeters to see what he has done to you. “…What if I just run my thumb over this littlе clit just like…”

And your “ahh!” reaction makes him laugh deeply and keep his thumb pinched a little longer for fun. “Tha-at’s, baby…”

His hands were getting tired of holding your hips, and as much as he wanted to explore you with his tongue, he had to use his fingers to do it. You don't mind, do you?

“Put your hands behind your knees, keep your legs open for your husband, sweetheart,” he still leaves your pussy unattended in order to remove his hands from under your knees. “so that he could carefully these holes looking over…”

“Yes…” you nod and as quickly as possible replace his strong grip with your weaker one.

Pulling his face away a little, his fingers came into play. His index finger began to circle around your vagina, collecting all your moisture and his saliva. “This little pussy looks so tight…”

“It doesn’t matter how many times I fuck her, right?” he raises an eyebrow at you and then at your pussy before carefully starting to enter inside. “She always hugs me, good and tight.”

“Damn.. yea-ah,” You grit your teeth, feeling all the moisture surrounding his long finger. “She was made for you.”

“Ohhh, look how it flows…” He draws your and his attention to this, already noticing how the juices have moved to his knuckles. “Is this pussy really desperate for my cock, sweetheart?”

“That’s little hole beg me to hurry up and come inside?” At his next tease, you nod desperately, asking for the little he can do for you: “Please don’t stop looking me over.. and hurry up, I want your dick.”

“Okay, baby, okay. I’m not giving you dick yet, i’m don’t stop looking you over.” he comforts you, running his hand over your cheek. “I have to make sure my sweet wife is okay, right?”

“Yes, you are right, Leon,” You nod, looking at him and agreeing, because he can’t leave his wife desperate and needy on their kitchen table.

“Safe and ready to breed up, nice and full…” he ponders, looking again at your dripping pussy. “I can give you something… how about the finger?”

“The finger?” you ask him again with interest.

“Maybe one of your thumbs will help cool this hot pussy down a little?” he looks up at your face and asks you because he wants you to enjoy. “Howdo you think?”

“Yes, I want your finger,”

“Let’s see…”

His finger penetrates into the hot place inside you, where it is so hot and wet. Your walls squeeze his knuckles so hard that he can only breathe deeply.

“Damn it, precious, did you follow all the rules for me?”

“Make sure nothing gets in that pussy until daddy gets in there…” he praises, his finger begins to pump inside you, starting at a slow pace and touching your vulnerable spots so that you bend over on this edge of the table. “No wonder you’re so eager for it.”

“Uh-huh, I was only waiting for you…” you hum with ragged breaths as he tortures you with this tempo and those blue eyes right on yours. “I need you.”

“You are here alone, in this house, all day, and you have nothing to feed on except thoughts and memories”, he assumes and now gives you what you wanted all day while he was not in your cozy corner. He is already trying to correct your situation with his finger. “I guess it’s clear now why you crave my dick every time I step foot in the door everyday…”

The pace suddenly quickened, your juices flowing down your thighs and further down to your ass cheeks. His face leans closer and he kisses the tip of your nose, blowing his hot breath on your hot face: “Damn, you’re too wet today, baby.”

“Just look at your ass… it’s all wet too.” he thoughts and pulls away from your face still continuously stretching you before stopping and returning her gaze to you. “Speaking of…”

He pulls his finger out with a wet pop and he immediately hears your whine through clenched teeth. The emptiness inside you didn’t suit you at all. “Hush, hush, hush, don’t cry, sweetie. Daddy will be inside you again soon.”

“You have one more hole I need to check on,” he consoles you with assured words. “Even if I don’t use it today, it’s my husband’s responsibility to make sure, that his wife is in top shape… and that includes her tight little ass.”

You choked. Your walls gripped him tightly and he sighed heavily. He hasn’t fucked you in the ass for a long time, so now you’re squeezing him like a vice.

“Fuck… looks like this cute little hole is hungry too,” He puffs and moves his finger back and forth. “I might have to make an effort to use it more often… to make sure she gets as much love as your little pussy.”

The finger began to move more actively inside your hole, to stretch you and tease you enough to hear “aghh” of yours in response.

“Your juices are everywhere. Atta girl.” he remarks with a cheerful tone, looking at how your pussy is oozing more and more. “On me, on you, on the tablecloth.”

A light trickle of your arousal flows right down your ass and he enjoys watching it. So wonderful. But he had to let your holes rest for a moment because his patience was running out.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he announces to you, hearing your whining, because he left you empty. “I need in.”

His fingers unfasten his belt with a loud thud, followed by his fly. His trousers are slightly below his knees. He bares his cock, grabbing the base and using his fist to stroke himself a couple of times, even though precum has already appeared on the tip.

“Are you ready, honey?” he asks to which you nod and say the cherished “yes”. He accepts your answer and, gripping the base, enters you with a heavy sigh.

He allow himself to run the tip of his cock over your wet folds, down and up, and then along before gently entering. He sighs feeling you squeeze him tightly.

“Fuck… that’s it, honey, I’ve got your legs.” With a strong grip, he replaces your hands and does not allow you to twitch. “Mhmm… thank you for holding on to them for such a long time.”

“Time to do all the work for daddy”, he sighs. “Just let me pull your knees up by your ears and stick this dick deep…”

He does as he said, pinning your knees between the table and his strong hands to increase the pace inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it baby, you can take it”, he praises you and strokes your hair with his free hand tenderly despite his careless thrusts. “Do you like it when I’m so deep inside you?”

“Yes, yes, I like it…” moan. and another moan flew from your lips as you looked at him through your eyelashes. “Don’t stop…”

“I didn’t mean that, darling”, he grins at you, baring his teeth in a toothy grin. “Tell daddy he owns you, baby,” sigh “Tell daddy that you belong to him,” sigh “Tell daddy that your little holes are meant for him and him alone.”

“You own me, I belong to you, all my holes are meant for you and only for you”, you gasp and swallow hard as you try to think. “This is just for you.”

“I never get tired of hearing this”, he moves his hand lower and grabs your wrists, trapping them in “shackles” from his strong grip. “But your body is fucking happy to let me know that.”

His hips snap against yours as he claims you on the kitchen table. The room filled with the obscene sounds you both made in the haze of lust.

His head dropped down and he began kissing your neck, watching as your head fell back and your eyes closed as he thrust especially deep.

“Shh”, he sighs between kisses on your skin. “Don’t forget to breathe.”He licks your full skin, wrapping his lips around it and leaving a light hickey on your skin before pulling away again and watching his mark before looking back down at your connection. Your cheeks are red.

“Mhmh… clings to my cock every time I pull it out, covering everywhere with juices”, he notices with a grin, watching how your pussy absolutely doesn’t want to let him go from her grip. Just like you. “It’s fucking impossible to just get out of you. Atta girl.”

A small growl escaped his lips as you hugged him tighter due to his teasing. You panted beneath him, chest rising and falling. He knocks hoarse moans out of your throat.

“Please, don’t stop, Leon..!” you hiccup, your slick hips jerking in response, creating a pleasant friction between you both. “You won’t pull it out when you cum, right?”

“Please, don’t pull it out!”

“Hush, darling. Don’t worry, don’t cry. Daddy won’t pulling out.” he consoles between kisses. “You forgot that I have access to the calendar on your phone too…”

He leans closer, lowering his voice: “I know you’re ovulating.”

“Ahh?!” you sigh and get annoyed because he hid it and now he uses it as a tease. He pulls away with a laugh, hearing your gasps and grinning toothily.

“I’m going to impregnate that pussy, baby”, he promises, almost putting his hand on his heart. “I gonna fill you up so that in a few months you will be bare and pregnant in this kitchen… with proof of my love for you growing in this pretty little belly…”

His promise hangs in the air and you, knowing his tenacity to follow through, already know what he will actually do. But you don't mind. You've long dreamed of children, of that family from glossy magazines or movies..."

“Yes... get me pregnant Leon, please.... I need in this so-o-o ba-a-ad-d...”

you're pulling the letters and it's a fat hint that you're so desperate in your own words. You really need that pregnant belly. With the thought of pregnancy, your walls contracted around his cock as if by reflex and he sighed with sensitivity.

“I feel you tightening around me, darling,” he notices. “Is my dick rubbing against your precious place?”

“Mh-mhmm,” you nod to him in mute agreement. “Is that so, precious?” he raised an eyebrow though he knew it was true. He just wanted to hear your words, not your mooing. “Use your words.”

To accurately get his point across he clicks his hips against yours, reaching almost to the cervix. He didn't hurt you, but it made you shudder.

“Y-yes... you're rubbing against my place...!”

“Let me play with this soaked clit,” he offers you teasingly, releasing your hands from his grip to pay attention to your pearl. “Let’s see how long it takes you to …—”

“That's what you need to cum, isn't it?" It was the last straw for your patience: your back arched, your thighs clenched desperately as you trembled and squirted onto him. You finally got your discharge for that excruciatingly long evening of combined teasing and research. You really walked a thin tightrope, at the risk of getting lost in your own hands of pleasure with your husband (as it happened).

“Leon!” you moan his name with stars in your eyes and a dryness in your mouth. You need air and he slowed down so that his sweet wife wouldn't suffocate under him.

“Fuck..” he clenches his teeth. “You’re still fucking clinging me.”

He could feel your spasms inside, the way your walls desperately hugged his cock as you came on top of him.

"I can't help it, honey", you exhale and cool down under the symphony of his thrusts, you're getting aroused again.

“Milk all the cum out of me”, he orders softly. “Make me make you have a baby!” He needed you as much as if he were the last man in the desert and you were an oasis.

The thrusts became uncontrollable, a growl escaping his lips.

Leon enjoyed these just as much as you did; he needed to be buried inside you to death, he wanted to feel your squeezing walls around him forever. Those dirty thoughts drove him to orgasm.

One more push and he exploded inside you, making another push.... a push, and one more push. The force was exhausted, but the power of wanting to make your family with baby (or even two) more was stronger. He would be glad to see everyone.

“Nah-huh, don’t move”, he mumbles to you, noticing your movements. “I need to fill you with cum deep…”

In a couple minutes that seemed like moments to both of you, he was able to catch his breath enough and freeze inside you to make sure every drop got inside of you. He brought his face closer to you and finally let your knees off his hands only to hug your face with the palms of his hands

“I’m going out, precious”, he whispers in your ear, allowing you to relax a little. “But don’t move, I’ll carry you to the bed, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t move.”

With a wet pop, he pulled his soft cock out of your depths and semen began to spurt out of you right onto the kitchen tablecloth. You rest in his arms as he lifts you up with ease and holds your knees and back, holding you close to him. Your arms wrap around his neck. When he carried you to bed, you lay there while he started looking for some napkins to take care of you. “Will there be a second round?”

“No, the second round will be later”, he laughs. “I’m going to run you a bath and then make you take a nap.”

“You know, I love it when my wife looks well-rested and well take careful.”

“Will you join me?” you asked him, tilting your head to the side.

“My hunger for food can wait, you know?" he laughs deeply running a napkin over your genitals "Of course I'll join." You just laughed tiredly and kissed his cheekbones, hugging him and bringing his face closer so that your breath burned each other faces.

"What do you wanna choose: bubbles or a bath bomb?" He is thinking and needs your help in choosing. "I want..." you think before you answer him: "both."

"Both? My spoiled girl..."

thanks for reading!

[callmeizukunotdeku]

nonono i NEED them to be besties over this; like, they've gotta hate each other's guts otherwise, REFUSE to work together in the field, but they have a truce for Tim's romance life because Jason needs ideas for his stories and Tim needs someone who will actually listen and give advice

tim's gotta be aware that his life is getting turned into fanfiction; he has to be aware that his relationships are so bad jason went 'this would make a great plot for my story' and tim is like 'honestly, with how unhealthy every romantic relationship i've had has been, it's not surprising that the one person who's willing to give me advice hates my guts, has tried to kill me, and is actively writing fanfiction about how terrible my love life is'

but also, imagine jason actually gives good advice and tim gets into a healthy, long term relationship with someone and so jason has to start doing his best to split them up because he needs the angst, he needs the plots, but it just ends up getting them closer together and one day tim comes up to him like 'you're the reason this relationship is working out so well; i'm going to propose to him; will you be my best man' and it would be suspicious if he says no, so he agrees and is like 'shit shit shit how am i supposed to sabotage this now without it looking like it's me so that tim keeps coming to me for advice??'

Kinda need the whole family being tired as fuck from Tim's love stories and drama, so they send him away every time he finds a new crush.

Tim, struggling on how to confess to Kon: Hey, Dick, can you give me a dating advice? Dick: Oh, sure Dick, beaming cluelessly: Are you back with Steph? Tim: Oh no, I- Dick: Oh, right, sorry! Bart, right? Tim, embarrassed: No, I was- Dick: Omg, sorry, it was, uh, Bern? Tim: You know what... Forget it. Tim: *leaves* Dick, sighing in relief: Works every time. I hate giving dating advices.

Tim: Steph, can I have a dating advice? Steph, unimpressed: Are you cheating on someone again? Tim: ...Whatever.

Tim: Bruce- Bruce, hopeful: Yeah? Need help with something? Tim, thinking twice: ...Uh, actually no. Bruce: :(

Tim, stopping in front of Damian's door, unsure: ... Damian, right through the closed door: Drake. Spare us both. Tim: *groan*

Tim: So, I have this situation... Duke: Wait, I'll put the voice message recording, I need to send this to Cass, while she is on the mission Tim: Oh my god, MY LIFE IS NOT EVEN THAT MESSY! FORGET IT.

Tim, seething through his teeth on Jason's doorstep: You are my last hope. I am not even kidding. Jason: Woah. What happened to Alfie? Tim, with his eye twitching: He started to reminisce about his romance with Lizzie. Like, Queen Elizabeth. Lizzie. I can't listen to this any more. I need fucking advice. How to confess to Kon. Jason, who constantly writes fanfiction, but since his love life is non-existent at this point, uses his family's messy dating histories as an inspiration and references: ...Okay. Tim, gagged: Seriously? Jason: Yeah. Just work with me. What we are working with? Bridgerton ass romance? Miss Austen type of flair? Bronte's kind of insanity? Tim, sniffling: tHanK yOu

[cod-dump]

Graves was surprised yet happy about his willingness to open up. He always had the impression Nik didn't have a good childhood, learned to be independent early on. Graves had to know more about her. Nik never spoke of any family and suddenly has a grandmother?

"So... your babushka... what's she like?"

"She is very for tough love. Never hesitates to tell me how something is."

Nik was making coffee at that moment, humming between speaking as he watched the coffee brew.

"Never heard about her until now."

"She doesn't come up often. John sometimes sneaks a peek at the letters she sends me."

Price had be quiet previously, now choking on hia breakfast at the mention of his name. Nik looked over his shoulder at him, smirking.

"You think I didn't notice?"

"Well-"

Graves snorts as Price tries to defend himself. The only reason he was able to snoop was because Nik trusted him. And now he felt the need to not damage that trust even though Nik was teasing him about it.

"He still thinks she's not real."

Price scoffs, "It could be a code!"

Nik pulled the collar of the hand-made sweater he wore as if it was all he needed to rebuke the claim. The very thing arrived in the mail with a letter and some money. The way Graves learned about Nikolai's babushka in the most grandmotherly way possible. Nikolai said he had been sending the ruble back to her and she sends it right back to him very next letter.

Still, even with Graves convinced, Price remained suspicious. He will probably remain that way until he met the woman behind the sweater and the letters.

"Could I write her a letter?"

Nik and Price turned and stared, surprised by Graves' request. It made him somewhat nervous, worried he crossed a line.

"It would have to be through me," Nik muttered, Price still staring into his soul.

"That's fine!"

He felt like he had to. How else will he learn the secrets of Russia's own Nikolai of Chimera?

"Would you both like to write to her?" He spoke slowly, unsure.

"I don't... have anything in mind."

Graves wondered how long Price has been suspicious of this, and how long Nik has danced around it. They both were good at dancing around a topic and making it seem like they were fine. Graves, on the otherhand, wanted to know more about her.

"She can read English if that helps," Nik spoke affectionately. Graves wasn't that good at writing cyrillic quite yet.

And so, Graves wrote a letter. Greeting her, introducing himself, explaining his closeness with Nik without outright saying their relationship status. He told her he was wanting to get to know her if she was willing. And then Nik added it to the envelope with his own letter, making sure he stuffed the ruble in it before sealing it.

And after a month, Graves got a letter in the mail. It arrived at his home address, the Shadows who patrol the property sending it his way along with other mail. Graves was surprised to see the elegant handwritten letter, sealed with wax. And when he opened the letter, out fell a familiar, worn ruble. Price was with him when it happened, both of them staring in shock.

"Well... I think she likes me?"

Price laughed, somewhat uncomfortably, as he called Nik. Maybe Laswell wasn't wrong about Nik's babushka having a sketchy background.

[thegreatgatslin]

virgin!kenyu who is such an innocent, loving boyfriend. whenever things start to get hot and heavy, he always starts to flush a deep shade of crimson, and when you ask him if he’d like to take this further, he hesitates then shakes his head slightly. but that’s fine, you’re willing to wait for him.

virgin!kenyu who, rather embarrassingly, gets hard at just about everything you do. pulling your shirt over your head to change, or licking your lips after a delicious meal? he’s bricked up almost immediately. and say less about when you actually engage in anything remotely intimate - he’s leaking precum through his boxers.

virgin!kenyu who gets a little too tipsy at a house party the two of you host one night. all the guests have left, and he’s sprawled out on the couch, legs spread, tie loosened with the top three buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. his hard-on is visible through his slacks, and you find yourself blushing at the seductive sight.

virgin!kenyu who beckons you over with a mix of boldness from the liquid courage as well as some lingering mortification about his base instincts, and who asks you so sweetly to please sit on his lap. you do so with bated breath, dress riding up your thighs as you settle onto pure corded muscle.

virgin!kenyu who starts leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down the crook of your neck, rubbing gentle circles into the bare skin of your thighs. who lets out a groan when you grind down against the bulge in his pants, and starts to slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

virgin!kenyu who all but begs you to sit on his face - and how are you supposed to resist such a proposition? - and starts to eat you out with a fervor you’ve never seen before. holding your dripping core against his face with one hand on your lower back, as he palms his boner with the other.

virgin!kenyu who laps up your juices when you squirt all over his face, kissing you tenderly as he carries you to your shared bed. the backs of his knees hit the footboard, and he falls backwards onto the mattress with you on top of him.

virgin!kenyu who makes no move to stop you when you straddle him and paw at his pants, only unbuckles his belt with shaky hands, watching on awestruck as you slowly undress him and yourself.

virgin!kenyu who reaches up to bury his face in your neck as you ride him agonizingly slowly, feeling every squeeze of your warm, wet hole around him. his needy whines reverberate through your body, a stark contrast to the death-grip he has on the fat of your hips, urging you to use him like your personal toy.

virgin!kenyu who practically cries with desperation when you still on top of him, effectively cockwarming him. he bucks his hips upwards, but the only thing he gets out of you is raised eyebrows and a satisfied purr.

virgin!kenyu who babbles repeated thank yous into your ear when you finally show him mercy, thrusting up to make sure you can feel him as deep as possible, to make sure he can make you feel as good as you make him feel.

virgin!kenyu who’s left panting when the two of you cum at the same time, flushed and sweaty and his glasses sitting askew on his face (yes, they stayed on the whole time). you capture his kiss-bitten lips with your own, and he’s certain he’s never felt such bliss.

not a virgin anymore!kenyu who finds himself shuddering with anticipation as he feels himself become hard again, made worse by your pleasured coos, gyrating hips and the unspoken assurance that you’re far from done with him tonight.

© thegreatgatslin || ✦ M.LIST ✦

[adharaphoenix]

"I really have to get going"

"Make me stop, then", he suggests with his lips against the sensitive skin on the side of her waist, sending a tickling wave up and down. Hands like snakes, arms like vines, voice like honey (if honey could taunt). "Just say it, pet. Stop, my love, I have to go. I have better things to do."

With each word his hand draws a loose spiral over her stomach until he's lifting the border of the underwear and by then it is too late, it was always going to be too late, the moment he touched her, and he knows it. His fingers part her lips and find her already wet. If Awbonee was too proud maybe she'd take offence at the way he relishes it, because Astarion is a sore loser but can be an even worse winner.

"Go on then. Tell me to stop. Make me."

It was never going to happen, and at least he has the decency to hide his smile when she sinks back towards him.

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prompt 17 from the drabbles list, "make me". be patient with me I haven't written in English (or Spanish either) in ages 😔

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I wanna be yours

Tags: Shiu Kong x fem!Reader, smau, (dad’s) best friend to lovers, AGE GAP (reader is 21. Shiu is 36), probably definitely taboo, cursing, implied sex, suggestive, mention of violence, mdni

An: i rlly need to do laundry. have part three of the smau instead.

Part one. | Part two. | Part three.

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[softaestluv]

John Price who leans real close when you talk to him, dips his shoulders so he can hear what you’re saying. Makes you flustered everytime he ducks his head next to yours when you two sit together, his shoulder pressed flat against yours.

You think it’s because he likes you. A gesture to show you that he wants to be close to you and listen to what you have to say.

Whole time it’s cause he’s so old he can’t hear shit 😔💔

[fake-mouthstatic]

smoke

@118dailydrabble, day 95. bucktommy, rated G.

🔥

Tommy lands easily on the hospital's helipad, powering down while his team unloads the patient into the waiting doctors' care.

His phone buzzes as he waits for the all clear, and he unlocks it to see a photo from Evan.

this you? :)

Tommy grins.

For once it actually is a picture of his helicopter, yellow against the electric blue of the day's sky, a thick grey pillar of smoke in the background that Tommy remembers flying past.

Yeah, he replies, still smiling. You at that fire?

yup, you flew right over me. ten months and I finally got you. :D

Tommy laughs, feeling incredibly fond of his dork of a boyfriend.

You've got me forever, you know that

read the others here

[raccoonrobyn-imagines]

Ok, so I'm gonna preface this by saying that this needs to be with Jason still being a legit crime lord. I just need Danny as jason "crime lord" Todds son. And for Danny to be the new "prince" of the Red Hood gang.

Bill The Henchman: Hey, boss? There's a kid that showed up in your office. He said he stole from all the Wayne's and didn't get caught. He brought proof as well. Apparently, he stole a piece of their identifying info from each as a way to confirm that he did pickpocket them.

Jason, who thought that was impossible: uhhh, who let him in????

Bill "barely gets paid enough for this" The Henchman": no one. He let himself in. No one saw this kid boss. I didn't even ask to see his goods since I didn't see him, and I was stationed at the door to your office. I hadn't left at any point either since the shift change.

Jason: ...Did you send any food or drink to the kid? He's gotta be desperate for it if he took up my challenge enough to win.

Bill "proud of the man he works for" The Henchman: Yes, sir. I got him some Capri Sun's, some other sealed bottles of water, and some protein bars that were entirely sealed in the box still. He asked for a knife to get it open and didn't give the knife back. If you don't adopt that kid, sir, I will.

Jason: ...well, let's go see my new kid then. You don't have a place that has an extra room for an entire kid.

Pickpocket for Hire

Dpxdc Prompt #61

It started off as a joke.

No really, it was something that Jason felt the Bats would laugh about, while also helping out some street kids along the way.

He put out a job for the kids of Crime Alley, anyone who could pickpocket the entire Wayne family would get all necessities paid for them by Red Hood until they turned 18.

Most kids that saw the challenge would think it was a joke.

Most kids that believed it was real would think it wasn't even worth trying.

Most kids that tried would be caught immediately, and subsequently get a meal paid for by their Wayne of choice and suddenly have some doors opened for them, because Jason knew his family and knew they had a soft spot for kids.

Except the one thing he didn't account for was Danny Fenton, who most certainly was not most kids.