#🌿꒱ : anon

[chilschuck]

beach day headcanons please (any characters you’d like)!!! we were deprived of the typical anime fanservice imo

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ ohhhhhh my gosh anon i was literally SO SO HAPPY to get this ask!!! decided to stick with the usual charas you guys enjoy, plus some falin!!! hope this turned out okay and thank you so much for having me write it for you!!! <333

— DUNMESHI BEACH DAY HCS.

꒰ charas: ꒱ laios, chilchuck, falin, & mickbell.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none! sfw + fluff with gn!reader.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 1.4k

✦ hope this turned out okay!! it was such a cute idea and so much fun that if anyone has requests for more charas, i’d be more than happy to do it!! <33

— LAIOS:

✦ We know that he doesn’t do well in hot weather, so you can imagine he’d be sporting only swimsuit trunks and flip flops for sure.

✦ Definitely enjoys being in the ocean, especially to try and cool off. You can imagine he’d be really interested in knowing more about what’s in the water around him, and probably points things out to you that he finds interesting.

✦ Be prepared for him to burn really fast, so make sure he gets plenty of sunscreen!! It’s always cute to see him walk up to you and ask for help, in which you gladly oblige. You help get those spots he can’t reach, and he does appreciate just how thorough you are.

✦ You’ll probably end up splashing him, which he’ll return in kind. Be careful what you start, because you’ll end up drenched by the end of it!

✦ A picnic on the beach with him is definitely something that happens while you’re there. Laios is so excited to share a meal with you in such a beautiful setting, and finds himself giving you that goofy grin at just how happy he is. He makes sure to pull all the stops to make this enjoyable for you, even preparing your favorite snacks.

✦ Definitely goes home with a few shells or shark teeth, if he found any. Laios thinks they’re too cool not to pick up and examine, running over to you and showing you what he found in the sand.

“You won’t believe what I found!” Laios calls out to you, jogging over to where you sat on your towel. His hands cradled something, and as he stretched his arms out to show you, a smile grew on your lips.

In his hands was an almost perfect conch shell, something he held with pride and excitement. His smile matching yours, he said your name softly. “Do you think if you put it up to your ear, you’d hear the ocean like those stories?”

You shrugged your shoulders, not able to hold back the giggle at his glee. “Only one way to find out, right? Just make sure there’s nothing still living in it.”

Laios still keeps that shell in a safe place, wanting to remember the day you spent together.

— CHILCHUCK:

✦ This man is definitely showing up in a Hawaiian dad shirt and cargo shorts. The first few buttons are undone, and he has a pair of sandals on that he insists he only saves for days like this.

✦ Chilchuck plans on staying at the spot you claimed with towels and an umbrella, a drink in hand. He’s definitely enjoying the sight of you in a swimsuit and the breeze ruffling your hair, but he’d never admit that.

✦ You try to pull him towards the water, but you only manage to get his feet wet. Chil tells you this is as far as he’ll go, but that disappointed pout on your face makes his heart race a bit. Ok, fine… Maybe he’ll go up to his knees for you…

✦ Probably spends most of his time drinking and relaxing, a hand behind his head and alcohol in the other. Very dad-like of him, you muse, which causes his face to heat up and grumbles to leave him.

✦ Ends up falling asleep, the sound of the waves and the secluded shade from the sun causing his eyes to flutter shut. You can’t help but laugh a little, returning from your time in the water to study his sleeping form. He looks so peaceful like this, and you don’t have the heart to wake him up…

✦ If you do somehow manage to get him fully in the water, be prepared for him to get targeted by the tide. Maybe you even suggest getting him a float, which he gives you that blank stare in reply.

“There, that’s not so bad, is it?” You say as he finds himself in the middle of a tube float, eyes narrowed towards you.

“This makes me feel like a kid.” Chilchuck complains, yet you see him grip onto it tighter as an incoming wave makes an appearance.

You pull it over to you, the inflatable bumping into your stomach as you give him that teasing grin. “Guess you’re stuck with me while we’re out here, huh?”

The half-foot groans, debating on whether or not he’d make it if he tried to swim back to shore right now.

— FALIN:

✦ Wears a light t-shirt and shorts, opting to be comfy! She also has a hat she wears to help keep the sun out of her eyes. If she did plan on swimming, I like to imagine she’d have a swim shirt and a one piece swimsuit!

✦ Like her brother, she was excited to see all the shells and creatures at the beach, bringing you things she found fascinating. You might even find her entranced with a sand dollar and stating how pretty it is.

✦ Walks into the water hand in hand with you, but also really enjoys walking along the sand near the shore. As the sun sets, she intertwines her fingers with yours, leading you along and watching the pinks and blues in the sky reflect on the waves.

✦ Also definitely goes on a picnic with you, the beach making her cheeks even more rosy than usual. You can’t help but tell her how cute she looks in her outfit, her hair loosely blowing in the breeze. Falin would give you a sweet smile, the same one you fell in love with.

✦ Don’t be surprised if she leads you back to the water after you make sure she’s not getting burnt, insisting that she wants to enjoy how cool the waves feel. You’re more than happy to walk out a little deeper with her, noticing how she still keeps your hand in her own.

“It’s so nice out here…” You heard her mutter, a content smile dimpling her cheeks. The sunset left a sweet gradient in her hair, something that made you unable to look away.

“It really is. Too bad it’s getting dark,” you reply, a little disappointed that the day is already over. Falin squeezed your hand, pulling you away from your thoughts.

“Maybe we should stay and watch the stars come out.” Her voice was so gentle, causing you to give her a grin of your own.

“Let’s stay a little longer.”

— MICKBELL:

✦ Like the official art we have of him swimming with Kuro, he’s definitely sporting a pair of swim trunks and flip flops, with his hair in his signature ponytail.

✦ He and Kuro are so excited to swim, and drag you along to the water as soon as you get there. Of course, Mick is either clinging to you or to Kuro when in the waves, not seeking to really swim on his own.

✦ You definitely enjoy watching them swim and play around more than you’d like to admit, especially with Mick hiding his face and complaining when Kuro decides to shake all the water out of his coat.

✦ Mick really likes finding shells he thinks look neat, and showing them off to you and Kuro proudly. Maybe you even find yourself building a sand castle, with him and his buddy watching closely and moving to help you. He’s in charge of decorating it, while you’re in charge of building it! Kuro helps dig up some of the sand to use.

✦ The three of you end up getting a sweet treat, cooling off in the shade and enjoying the time spent together. Knowing Mickbell, he’s going to lay his head in your lap as he rests after so much activity, looking up at you with that cheeky grin he usually has.

“I could get used to this!” Mickbell sighs, nuzzling into your lap as he makes himself comfortable. Kuro is watching the waves, sitting beside you as the sun begins to fade from the horizon.

“I would’ve thought you’d be ready to go home a lot sooner.” You teased him, brushing his messy bangs out of his face. Scoffing, he made sure you saw as he rolled his eyes.

“If I didn’t have you and Kuro, maybe… But this is something we’ll have to do again. Right, Kuro?” The Kobold nodded, causing a warm grin to spread on your face. He was certainly right about that.

[bratbby333]

literally just any smutty choso fic pls ☹️☝️

careful what you wish for, my sweet anon...i got a bit carried away

���˚ ｡*ੈ ☁️‧₊˚ ❝ your majesty ❞ ˚ ｡˚ -choso kamo

⋆˖⁺‧₊♰ nsfw mdni ♰₊‧⁺˖⋆

cw: concubine!choso/dom!reader, infidelity, blasphemy, oral (f!receiving) wc: 2.3k edited by the loveliest: @remlionheart ༉‧₊˚. dumped my religious trauma into this one, i apologize

Upon the sacred grounds of your kingdom, there are only two rules to live by; No sex and no masturbation, for these sins grant you a one-way ticket into the fiery infernos of hell. This rule applies to everyone but you, of course. You are the queen, after all. You run your domain with unyielding power. You are a hard and fast ruler, feared by all who inhabit your realm.

You are serviced by your concubine, Choso, his timid, submissive disposition suiting you perfectly. You allow Choso to indulge in sexual pleasure that other inhabitants of your land are denied, while also relieving your own frustrations. You are his only exception.

You attend many assemblies throughout the day, some boring and some enthralling. A few banishments here, a couple executions there. You walk the grounds of your domain, taking in the fresh air, reveling in the way the setting sun kisses your skin. Your back is tense, and the expectations that the throne places upon you rest heavily on your shoulders. You need release. You need Choso. You send a nearby servant to fetch him, requesting he be bathed and brought to your room. He’s most likely doing his evening chores; he’s a diligent worker. Driven. Strong. Attractive. There’s no question as to why you chose him to pleasure you.

Strolling the marble walls of your castle, pondering the pros and cons of trade with a neighboring stronghold, your focus is interrupted by the lewd sounds of low grunts and wet flesh. You pause in front of the servant quarters, noticing the door is closed as you press your ear against it. The hair on the back of your neck stands upright, your suspicions confirmed while you listen in. No, this will not do. It is forbidden to partake in such activities and to do so within your kingdom's walls? Punishment is eminent. Your hand will strike down upon the offenders, mercy cast to the wayside. 

You push open the wooden doors, your enraged stare falling upon your concubine, Choso, ramming himself deep into one of your handmaids. His strong, muscular back positioned towards you, her cries of pleasure overtaking the sound of you opening the heavy spruce door. Fury courses through your body, but you can’t help but marvel at the sight before you. His broad, toned back tensing with every thrust, the sweet symphony of moans dancing through the still air. You grit your teeth, fists clenching on either side of your body, your heavy gown and tight corset making it far more difficult to breathe when coupled with your lungs constricting in a fit of jealousy. A knot forms in your stomach as you watch Choso toss his head back in pure bliss, his hips stilling as he unloads into her. Betrayal drives a stake through your heart as you watch your sweet concubine find pleasure elsewhere. 

Your voice broke through their post-coital bliss with ease. 

“Guards!” you shout, and not a second later, three armored men are at your side. The two of them jump at the sudden intrusion of your voice, Choso breaking away from his secret whore as his shameful stares meet your wounded eyes. The hurt doesn’t stay on your face for long though, blind rage soon replacing it.

“Seize her, leave the man to me,” you direct with the wave of your gloved hand. Within an instant, the guards pull the woman from the bed, dragging her down the hall before turning the corner, heading toward the dungeon. Her desperate pleas and anguished apologies echo through the castle walls. You pay her no mind as your attention falls onto Choso. 

“Your majesty, I-” he begins, but is abruptly interrupted by your palm suspending in front of you, your daring eyes begging for him to disobey your signal for silence. He knows better than to push his luck in this moment, the fact that he isn’t being dragged away with the woman brings a wave of hopefulness in regards to your leniency with his punishment. But his naive ideations of your forgiveness are all in vain as you bring your hand back down to your side before speaking again. 

“To my chambers.”

He stays frozen, his fear-stricken body glued to the floor by your overpowering demeanor, and your waning patience snaps at his continued insubordination.

“Now, Choso. I will not ask again,” you demand, eyes never faltering. He bows his head complicitly before reaching for his undergarments. 

“Don’t bother redressing,” you add, a tinge of seduction filtering its way through your harsh tone. His head snaps to meet yours, rouge painting his pale skin. He knows better than to object, especially now that you've caught him breaking the kingdom's holiest rule. Walking through the castle completely nude is the easiest punishment to digest. Heat prickles through his skin at the thought of what was in store for him and he prays that he makes it out alive. He inhales deeply through his nose before taking small, timid steps toward you. You glower at him as he gets closer, turning on your heels to exit as he dutifully shadows you down the hall. 

He kneels in front of your bed out of instinct, placing his palms against his thighs. You call for your servants to remove your dressings. He doesn’t have the gall to watch as you are derobed. He shifts anxiously as you perch yourself at the edge of the bed in your master suit, looking up at you with prayerful eyes, taking in your body as you sit fully naked before him. He swallows the lump that constricts his throat. You stare down at him, and he's glad he's already seated, because the burning blue embers flickering behind your irises make him feel faint. You are the most ethereal deity in his eyes, his unwavering devotion makes him want to shower you in worship and graciously accept the punishments you dole out. Punishments he unfortunately deserves. You choose him out of everyone in your kingdom and he’s grateful that you allow him to indulge in sexual pleasure, but what does he decide to do with his new found freedom? Guilt gnaws at his flesh; how could he betray you? What possessed him to shatter the pact the two of you shared? Lust overtook his body in his moment of weakness, succumbing to his carnal urges, and now he must repent.

“Disappointed is an understatement, Choso. How dare you desecrate these holy walls with your sins. You petulant man,” you growl. His shoulders drop toward the floor, shrinking into himself at your words, head bowed in submission. Your hand finds the back of his neck, grabbing roughly at his tousled locks, a fistful of his hair between your fingers as you bring his head up to face you. Your other hand squeezes either side of his jaw, forcing his lips to part. You suck in your cheeks and spit. 

“Swallow it,” you command. He obeys. You slap him roughly before grabbing him by his throat. 

“You defy me within my own domain. This is grounds for beheading. I know you understand the terms of living within my kingdom.” You lecture, your sharp words lashing against his fully exposed body. Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you hold the same power as if you were sat upon your throne, commandeering all who are present. His pleading glances dart around your face, but his body can’t help but enjoy this. You run your eyes over him, his abs tensing and his cock pulsating, his angry red tip oozing like he didn’t just relieve himself in that whore only a few minutes prior. 

“Look at you…pathetic. Just came and now you’re ready to cum again.” You laugh at his disheveled state. You meet his eyes once again, bringing your head down to his, extending your tongue to a point and licking along his mouth. He whimpers, lurching forward in hopes to thread his lips with yours. You slap him again, pulling your head back but keeping your faces close. You click your tongue against your teeth at his desperation. You release his head from your clutches with a slight shove, returning to your upright position along the edge of the bed. 

“So, tell me, Choso. With your infidelity in mind, am I not enough for you?” you ask simply, crossing one leg over the other. He’s confused by your question, his mouth hanging open in hopes that your statement is rhetorical. If he says no, it’s his head on the chopping block. If he says yes, you will laugh in his face as you question the sanctity of his loyalty to you. Rightfully so, as you had caught him in the act of betrayal. Your eyes bore into him, head cocked to the side. 

“Speak,” you snap. He shudders at the gravitational pull of your energy. 

“You are everything to me, your Majesty…everything and more. I-I will forever be at your service. I repent. I give my body to you, and only you. P-please…make me holy again.” He hopes he chose the right words to spare his life. And lucky for him, he did. In truth, you didn’t want to lose him as your concubine just as much as he didn’t want to lose his life. You smile down at him, your hands reaching out to cup either side of his face, leaning back down so your faces are level.

“Are you willing to show me how sorry you are?" you ask, softer now, eyes low as you lean yourself back on your elbows. He groans at the sight of your exposed cunt and nods back furiously, leaning forward obediently to rest his cheek on your bare thigh, the smell of your sweetness overtaking him. 

“Look at me when I address you, Choso, and use your words.” Your voice returns to its original harshness, using two fingers to bring his head back up to look at you.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Let me show you how sorry I am. I’ll do anything for you.” he whimpers out, trying his best to maintain eye contact with you. 

"Then make me cum, my sweet little concubine.” His expression brightens ever so slightly, gazing admirably into your eyes. This punishment isn’t so bad, he loves the way you taste.

"Can I touch you? P-please, My Queen...just want to pleasure you," he begs, his overwhelming arousal coupled with his fear of upsetting you again cause him to stutter. His eyes dart back and forth between yours, his eyebrows furrowed. His cheeks are blisteringly warm and he’s practically vibrating against your touch in anticipation. You're pleased with his desperation, nodding with approval, your lips curling into a mischievous grin.

His warm, wet mouth latches onto your pussy almost immediately, his tongue thrashing against your slit and lips sucking greedily on your throbbing bud. He hums in content, the taste of you coating his tongue deliciously, his body yearning for more as he devours you. You arch your back, thrusting your hips toward his mouth.

"S-so eager to please," you breathe out, words laced with the intention of mockery, your fingers interlocking in his dark, mussed hair. You groan at the sight of his lustful eyes staring back up at you through his disheveled bangs. 

"That’s it. Show me how much I mean to you…earn your forgiveness." Your words ring through his ears, spurring him on. Moans cascade from your plump, parted lips. He whines at your noises, the delicious sounds you make only for him. Clinging to the sweet melodies of your gospel, his pace picks up, sucking aggressively, hungrily, as if he needs to drink you up completely to survive. 

His thick fingers tease your hole before plunging inside, the pads of his digits curling perfectly to massage your sweet spot. Your head falls back, back flush against your silk sheets, grinding even deeper into his mouth. 

"My little slut…so thirsty for my cum, aren’t you," you gasp out, the tightness in your tummy intensifying. 

He hums greedily, continuing to pump into you, suckling harshly on your sensitive clit. He removes his mouth from your center before quickly replacing his tongue with the fingers of his free hand, rubbing quick, firm circles into your clit. 

"Please give me your cum...need to taste your sweetness. P-please, Your Majesty," he pleads, dipping his head back to your dripping cunt, lapping and sucking at you with fervor, the pace of his fingers relentlessly pumping into you. His deep voice sends ripples of arousal through your pelvis. His desperate words hang in the air, his frantic fingering and famished mouth against your core sending you over the edge. Your hips rut, thighs shaking as you cry out for him as you spray your release across his face. His rhythm continues while he works you through your blinding orgasm, groaning into you, tasting the hallowed juices he so hopelessly craved. 

His fingers slow, his lips detaching from your throbbing clit with a satisfying pop. He beams with pride, panting as he drinks in the heavenly glow emanating off your body, his lips swollen and his face wet from your release, your body aching as the waves of your orgasm finally simmer down. 

"My good boy...so precious," you praise, sitting up, your hands cupping his cheeks, his eyes lighting up. Your chest heaves as you work to regain your breath. He nuzzles his face against your thigh, his hands massaging your calves, sighing contently as you stroke his head, tucking strands of his hair behind his ear. 

“I am my beloved’s, and my beloved is mine,” he whispers into your skin. 

˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ⋆ ₊˚

author notes: wooo weee this was fun to write. had been dying to do a dom!reader, i hope yall liked it ♡ willing to do a part two of this!!

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[gutterfuuck]

🌿heyyyy so.. this is probably Kind of out of your comfort zone but could we get some subby mark ? Bats Eyelashes

not at all out of my zone, i will call you leafie anon! if you do not like, as always you can let me know!! just a heads up for future asks/anons: if i am uncomfortable with an ask, i will tell you! but do not be discouraged, i will tell you what i am not comfy with and if you like, you can change. if not, that is fine.

gn!reader (i’m 99% sure), nsfw, mdni, footjob (not really foot fetish), dacryphilia, mark gets nose bleeds when he’s super turned on i don’t make the rules, edging, begging, dick slapping, lmk if anything is missed!!

mark who sits with his knees spread open on the floor below you, his cheek nuzzling against your thigh as you slid your foot up and down his slick cock, precum staining your cotton stockings. he’d be drooling, staring up at you through his eyebrows. “ghgn..-“ he’d wine, your foot pressing down on his crotch before you’d get back to stroking it up and down again, rubbing his leaky cockhead with the heel of your foot.

mark with his eyes covered, vision obscured by a tie that you had found in his closet, his hands bound together with your t-shirt. his toned thighs would flex as you jerked his cock up and down, stopping just as he twitched, “pleasee just lemme cum… y/n, don’t be so meaaan..-“ he’d choke out, your grip loosening when he tried to get more friction by bucking his hips forwards. you’d only tut at him, your hand lightly slapping his dick, mark’s head lolling back with a deep and hearty moan that made you squeeze your thighs together.

mark with his mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed tightly, trying not to move inside of you as you had instructed him. you could tell that he was struggling, whenever his eyes would open to peek down at how you swallowed up his cock inside of you his eyes would roll behind his eyelids, “o-oh jesus..” he’d hiss, your small hand wrapping around his strong neck, fingers pressing into either sides of his windpipe. “holy- f-fuckkk..” mark would stutter, almost painting your insides right then and there.

mark who takes you to get your nails done almost every weekend, so he can feel you scratch up his back when he’s fucking into you, balls slapping against your ass rhythmically while mark whispered little “thank you”’s into your ear, tears wetting his eyelashes when he was sure that you had made his back bleed. he was kind of a masochist, you had to be if you were a hero. you’re being beaten up 24/7, you might as well as make the most out of it.

mark gets nosebleeds when his head is in your lap, suckling on your tits as one of your hands strokes through his inky black locks, your other hand milking his cock, taking enjoyment in the way that his whole body twitched and he couldn’t help but bite down on your nipple when you squeezed him around the base firmly, tilting his head and body up so he could kiss your lips. he was so cute like this, looked so fucked out and defeated. just for you.

bonus—!

puppyboy!mark in heat who loses his mind when you let him mount you, your hand tightly gripping his leash that was around his neck, holding your hips and stretching out your tight walls, his mind foggy as he babbled incoherently; “‘m a g-good boy, right..? i’ve been good- p-please lemme cum inside— oh, oh god, haah~ pleaseplease ill do anything, just let me pump you full of my pups..!” and how could you resist him, his drool leaking out of his mouth and wetting the back of your nape, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted heavily, messy thrusts becoming messier and messier.

[mossyivy]

Hi tipsy!!! Hope you’re doing okay bestie! <3

I had a dream about this last night—DI Cowboy Leon and Spoiled/Bratty City Girl User…😜

Let’s just say, he took my attitude away in the best way possible…(Wink Wink 👀) ((In the stables 👀👀))

- Anon! 🎀

Ugh DI Cowboy Leon! You lucky mf I never have dreams like that 🥺

NSFW Under the Cut

CW: Fingering, Praise(kinda?)/Degradation, Man handling (if you squint), Begging, and inappropriate use of a saddle rack.

[Not Proof Read]

You're a new hire from the city after inheriting farm land from your grandfather after he dies and you don't know the first thing about running a farm. But thankfully there's another farm at the other side of town that focuses on animal by products and the owners was good friends with your grandpa. More than happy to teach you the ropes to get the farm back into shape.

So you go to work for Leon on his farm for the next few months per your agreement. What Leon didn't realize was how much of an ungrateful little brat you are. So spoiled by that daddy of yours he saw leave for the city and not turn back when he was a kid.

Constantly arguing with his reasoning (throwing tantrums), rolling your eyes, wasting his time but acting like he's wasting yours and most importantly having no god damn manners. He was doing something nice for a, seemingly, complete stranger and not once had you uttered a single "please" or "thank you". Not that he expected anything out of his kind gesture but he at least expected a thank you.

One evening after sending everyone home, he's irritated, having one of this worst days. He just needed to fix up one of the saddle upholstery and be done with everything for the night. He was on edge entering the stables. Reaching the storage area, he sees you. You're setting the riding gear back up. He specifically told you not to do this. But here you were. Not listening to him as usual.

"I told you not to put everythin' back." You look at him, huffing and rolling your eyes. He swears if you roll your eyes one more time...

"I thought you'd be thankful for me putting everything back. Since apparently no one else could do it." He feels his body tense as you drop the saddle on the floor. Bits of hay and bedding bursting up from the ground as you look at him. Moving past him you grab the few saddles you've put up on their racks, pulling them off to drop to the floor. Leon clenches his jaw, arms crossed as he stares you down.

"Happy?" You mutter, looking at him again. His lips pursed, smacking gently as he opens them.

"Are you a toddler?" You eyes go wide as he steps forward, moving into your personal space. Grabbing the damaged saddle off the floor and steps away throwing it on the standing rack.

"The hell do you mean by that?" Your anger rises as he scoffs, almost like he's about the blow the question off while he looks for his cobbler tool kit.

"You act like a god damn child. How you survived this long I honest to God have no idea!" That got under your skin, watching him turn towards the saddle, starting to assess the damage.

A child? You're not a child! How could you say such a thing? He doesn't know you.

"I'm not a child. You don't know me." He scoffs, glaring at you as you got closer. Getting into his personal space. He knows your type enough to not feel threatened or even anxious by how you're acting.

"Oh, I don't know you? I think I do."

"Enlighten me." He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to hold onto that small shred of rationality he had left before you used that mocking tone. He moves, putting you in between him and the saddle rack. His hands touch the leather of the saddle behind you, arms stiff and trapping you.

There's no escape.

"I know exactly how much of a selfish, entitled lil' brat you are. Walkin' 'round here acting' like you know everythin'." You move your legs, his foot plants between your legs, knee bending into thighs.

"I'm doin' this out of the kindness of my heart for you and you haven't even shown so much as a scrap of appreciation for it." The anger dies in his throat, his leg slipping forward, that's when he feels it.

Wetness seeping through the knee of his jeans, your pussy planted directly on top of it. A small whimper rips from your lips as you look away. Immediately embarrassed by your bodies reaction.

He doesn't even look remotely surprised as he looks down, bending his leg further up into you. Your hands going to grip the saddle behind you as your body moves on it's own. Forcing you on your tip toes. A scoff escapes him, smirk meeting your eyes as he pulls your gaze back to him by the chin.

"Shoulda known. It's always you uptight types that eat up bein' put in your place. You must think I'm delectable, don't you sweetheart?"

"F-fuck you..." His smirk quickly turns to a full blown grin.

"Is that an invitation?" You stutter out bits and pieces of words, making him chuckle as he leans down to your level.

"Lemme guess, those city boys ain't treatin' you right? Left you high and dry. Don't know how to handle your attitude? I could put you back in line if you let me." He moves in closer, lips brush against your neck as he plants wet kisses up to your ear.

"Come on, sugar. Tell me no and I'll stop." His hands fall on your hips, gliding around to your ass with a tight grip as he kisses your neck. Leaving a trail of hickeys to the front of your neck. A soft moan falls from your lips, making him laugh against your skin. Hands slide to your waist, starting to fiddle with your belt.

Unbuckling it enough to get your jean shorts undone and down your legs to the hard floors of the storage area. Leon whistles, looking down at your panties, juices soaked through the thin fabric. Clinging to you lips.

"You always this wet darlin'?"

"No..." He huffs with a cocy grin, thumbs making circles in your hip bones while he stares.

"Figures a stuffy ol' bitch like you would be like this. Just a couple'a words get you actin' up. Soakin' through your own undies like some kinda slut." He watches the fire in your eyes ignite, grabbing the frilly fabric and peeling it off your weeping cunt with a deep groan.

His hands move, fingers guided between your folds, brushing against your clit with a few teasing circles. You bite your lip, muffling a pathetic moan from coming out. He pushes the saddle off the rack with one hand, forcing you against the hard wood. Lips meet lips as he swallows your cries with his kisses, tongues dancing in a flurry of passion.

His fingers slip off your clit and circle your entrance before plunging forward. Tightness envelopes his digits, curling into that spongy spot that makes you pull away from his lips and gasp.

"Feels good don't it darlin'?" You just nod, thighs tightening around his arm when his thumb meets your clit. His name curling from you like the prettiest sound he's ever heard. Thighs shaking as he feels you tightening around his fingers. His hand pulls back, thumb, hand pressing flat against your mound with a gentle squeeze.

"Wha... Why'd you-"

"Beg for it." His hand rubs over your mound with the most gentle of touches, thumb poking past your lips to graze your clit.

"I..."

"You've been nothin' but a God damn thorn in my side since you got here. Beg for it. Prove you want it, be thankful I'm even thinkin' about letting you cum."

"Please, please Leon. I'm- I'm sorry I've been a pain." His lips curl, fingers moving past your lips again and slipping back into place. Thumb on clit and fingers working your g-spot. Your head falls back, a louder cry coming from you as he grabs the front of your neck.

"I didn't tell you to stop." You nod, huffing out a small curse.

"I'm so use to knowing and doing everything I'm just..." You tighten around him again, feeling that warm sensation in your stomach.

"A mouthy cunt." He finishes for you, you nod again, shutting your eyes tight, hips bucking into his hand.

"Yes, yes! I'm a mouthy cunt and I should have been more grateful! But- Please, I just wanna cum. So close." He picks up the pace, holding onto you. You mumble out incoherent "thank you"s as you cry out his name in a sharp breath. Cumming on his fingers. He rolls his hand against you, helping you ride out your orgasm, panting as your body falls limp against him. Huffing and puffing as he kisses the shell of your ear.

"Good girl, knowin' exactly what to say to make it up to me." He gives you a kiss on the lips, and a slap to the ass as he pulls back.

"You gonna be good from now on? Might come with a reward if you follow through with it."

"Yes, Sir." He chuckles, giving you another kiss.

"Sir... I like the sound of that."

[mayasaurusss]

Ok ok so I’m currently fighting my inner demons (lesbianism + ovulation) and you asked for thoughts so…This might be the perfect timing 🤭🤭

Anyway I’m currently torn between two different scenarios: One being the whole “only the tip” thing: Talking poor transfem!Jackie into it because R wants her so bad :(( From: “It’s not like it’s actual sex if you don’t put it in, it doesn’t count then” to her throbbing from just rubbing it against R’s pussy because it’s so good but not enough :(( Her asking if she can just put the tip inside, desperately asking if that’ll count as fucking agghhhhh :(( And she’s so shy about it too, at first. But that’s just until she’s inside R for the first time; Groaning and panting because it feels better than anything she ever had. And for a moment she genuinely thinks she’ll cum just from putting her tip inside for the first time. She can’t help herself but snap her hips forward to chase the feeling…R is surprised at first, when she grabs her hips and starts rutting into her like her life depends on it. But as R starts squirming beneath her, gasping and moaning because she’s so much and she’s fucking R so deep, she leans over, whispering “Take it” again and again and UGH😵‍💫

(Might even spin her around so she’s got R on all fours for her)

She’s so embarrassed afterwards, because she feels desperate and dirty for fucking R like that but, god, it’s so good like?? R would never complain.

-🌿

Sleepover.

Contains: transfeminine Jackie, female reader, smut, pleasure top/switch Jackie, mean top/switch reader, porn with feelings. Words count: 4k, seven pages.

Anon! Woah... I blushed a bit reading this😳. The embarrassment I feel is big, my shame bigger, but I must lead my readers to the horny crusade! This might be sligthly off track from the original request ( and I was pretty tired these days, so plot, grammar and all might not be very good), but I tried my best to include all that you wanted.

Enjoy!

"Is it really sex if you just put the tip in?" that question would have made you spit your drink if taken out of context. After a winning game, Lottie had invited you and the rest of the team to her house for a sleepover. "You can stop with the teasing, Mari. Instead, why don't you tell us about your boyfriend, Mr. I Fuck My Family" Natalie answered back, prompting Mari to finally shut up after countless teasing directed at all group members.

Vanessa elbowed at Natalie with a smug grin on her face."But the question remains, is it really sex?" the blonde glares daggers at her friend.

Natalie was about to respond "And what do you know about sex Van? You've never even gotten-" but was promptly shut down by Taissa, who had hugged Vanessas's shoulders and kissed her, "And she will never need to".

During Vanessa's and Natalie's discussion, Jackie interrupts them. "I don't think it counts as sex. I mean, wouldn't it be more like masturbation?"; Natalie can feel her eyes roll just from hearing Jackie's voice.

"We get it Jackie, I'm sure you have a looot of experience with dicking people down". At that Jackie's cheeks become beetroot red: both at the accusations -which were true- and the fact that the object of her desires, you, was sitting right next to her. You had deliberately teased Jackie all throughout the day, before and after the game, just to mess with her a little.

The results of your teasing had given Jackie a hard on that she had struggled to release, just before the game, making her perform slightly worse than usual. She would make you pay for that, in a way or another.

"I do- I don't have an experience with those things I just watch-" a chorus of 'oooh's' leaves everyone's lips. "I mean heard of them" she's blushing so hard her cheeks are starting to hurt. You speak before she can hurt her reputation further. But there's no fun without teasing Jackie a little bit more. "I agree with Natalie. I mean as long as both parties get eachother off, it's sex no?" you say.

"Whatever," Natalie says, all too interested in stopping this conversation. "Enough about this. Let's talk about Lottie and Laura Lee's 'totally platonic' relationship" she says grinning from ear to ear, knowing that she's saved from her friends teasing, for now.

"And anyway" Jackie says, "I don't think what Natalie did counts as sex". After hours of drinking and gossiping, you had finally decided to go to bed. It wasn't a secret to everyone else that you and Jackie were a thing.

It was always obvious by the way she'd so unsubtly flirt with you after each game. The first time she tried to flirt, she had come to you after you had changed out of your jersey, laid on the wall with her body facing you and smirked. "Come here often?" she had said with a smug look on her face, "Jackie... I have just joined the team". Needless to say her face had become tomato red and she didn't speak to you for a week, before Shauna forced her to. You'd think Lottie assigned you to the smallest guest room in the house on purpose, so you two would be alone.

"Jackie, sex has many different faces" the smaller girl huffs at you, but you catch a glimpse of something in her eyes, like she's telling a lie.

Jackie had always had a competition with Natalie ever since the latter came in the team. It wasn't malicious per se, but you sensed an underline of distrust and annoyance on both parties. Jackie knew that sex could be more than just penetration, but she needed to prove something to you, to herself. Maybe she needed to compete with Natalie even on this topic.

"I mean yeah I get it but..." she was changing out of her day clothes into her corny blue and white checkered pajamas. As soon as she finished putting on her pants, you started to change in front of her. "But...uhm..." you bent over to grab at your pants hem, letting Jackie's eyes explore your body. Of course, you did it on purpose.

Ah, shit. She is starting to get hard: from the base up to the tip, she feels blood pumping in her veins and in her ears. "Jackie, are you ok?"

Damned sexy woman! "Uh, uh yeah yeah I..." her throat feels dry and she can't stop looking at you, "Jackie... you...". She stops her staring, realizing that you're looking exactly where her bulge would be. She's too scared to look down and face the truth, but the heat she's feeling is enough to tell her that she has become fully hard now.

"Oh God, shit, shit" she starts to panic, her hands moving and gripping any part of her as if she could wash away the shame she feels. "I am so sorry I didn't mean to-" her words die in her throat when you start to walk over her, with a look that tells Jackie she's gonna be in for a ride.

Great, now she'll yell at me. I deserve th- her thoughts are interrupted when she feels your lips press into hers. It takes a moment for her to reciprocate, but when she does, she's a woman starved. Her hands cup your cheeks and she leans her body into yours, desperate to be close to you, to blur the line of where she ends and you begin. Jackie's tongue licks at your lips, asking to be let in. When you do, she expects herself to be the one to dominate, to make you keen, but she finds herself to be the one to do so. She can't keep up with you, can't seem to regulate her breath, to know where to put her hands, to know how to win over your movements against her tongue.

Jackie is left completely subdued by you. When you pull away, her eyes are dazed over and her lips are wetted by your kissing. "You don't seem like the type to have much experience Jackie" at that her body seems to get even hotter than before. "I- I..." you interrupt her, "But you seemed so sure of yourself with Natalie before". That statement makes her self conscious of her decision to challenge Nat and you, but your words hide a purpose behind them.

"Let's see if I can change your mind" you let your clothes fall off your body, discarding your bra and underwear with them. You are completely nude in front of Jackie. Heat starts to spread to her groin and her length twitches. Jackie feels her skin burst on fire when you touch her on the shoulder, look at her with a smile and whisper into her ear "Strip".

She doesn't need to be told twice, her clothes discarded so fast from her body you think some have actually ripped. Now both of you are naked, her hands behind her back while she sways her hips right to left. For a moment you think that she is shy or embarrassed, but you change your mind when your eyes fall to her length. It's average and slim, shades of red coloring the tip and sack. You see the muscles of her legs twitch along her dick, happily basking in your attention. She's getting some sick pleasure out of this...

"Go sit on the bed". Jackie almost trips while she walks -skips- over to the mattress, too excited for what's to come. You are a bit surprised when you notice Jackie's hands are still behind her back, not making an attempt to touch herself. Ah, so she's into that.

"Come on love, lie down. And don't touch yourself", she lets out a sigh of impatience, obeying you. Her length betrays her, as it twitches at your words. You climb over her, sitting on her groin so that she's pressed up against you.

Jackie feels something wettening her dick and looks down at where your bodies are connected, realizing it's your own needines spreading over her. "Since you were so full of yourself before, I think you deserve a punishment. Don't you think so too, love?" She finds it difficult to swallow her spit, her throat is dry and her next words come out in a choked whisper. "Y-yes..." when she sees you smirk, she knows her pride is about to be shattered. "Yes what, dear?" the continuous use of nicknames makes her even more needy than before. "Yes I... I need to be punished".

You smirk at her and kiss up her length, making her release a loud moan. Your lips trail up and open to allow her tip in. Jackie is about to touch you head, trying to make you go further down, but as her fingers tangle in your hair, you slap her hands away. "I said, keep your hands to yourself".

Her hands retreat and instead find purchase in gripping at the blanket. You continue to pleasure her, lips tightening around her. Instead of gripping at your head, Jackie's hips start to thrust up in you, moving her length in you. "Yes... yes! Please do more!" When you stop her hips from moving and tease by sucking her tip, Jackie feels like she's about to burst. But she has been a brat, she doesn't deserve to, yet.

Jackie feels your warmth leave her and her eyes widen at the realization that she won't be cumming anytime soon. Her tip is a deep crimson red, wet with her arousal and your spit, a small tear of cum spilling from her tip. Much to her dismay, you get off her lap and fall on the bed, facing her backwards. "You can touch me" you say and immediately Jackie's hands cup at your chest. She explores your skin, groping your breasts and playing with your nipples. It feels so good that for a moment you forget what your plan was.

She is so lost in the pleasure of discovering your body that she doesn't notice your hand moving towards her length. A sharp gasp leaves her when you take her in your hand, massaging and stroking her length. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she pushes up against your backside, trying to be closer to the source of her desires. In an effort to make the pleasure last, she trusts her length in between your thighs, closing them in on her. You see her looking from behind you every few seconds; she moves feverishly, humping your thighs like a bunny in heat. Her voice hitches when she attempts to talk, "I feel so... so good please please I want to-" and she punctuates her needs by sliding a little bit too close to your slit. Her fingers are still on your nipples, circling and pinching and massaging them.

Jackie can't believe how good it feels to begin snuggling in your thighs. It feels like heaven, like she's about to finally reach for the sky. But when she feels your fingertips grip at her red tip, fitting her against your slit, she is positive she will pass out. She's so close to orgasm, so close, so close but yet so far... She's almost vibrating with excitement when her tip finally enters you, when she can finally feel your warm-. But she doesn't feel anything, at all in fact. Just the pleasant hot feeling of you enveloping her, but nothing else. Oh shit.

The realization hits her all at once when she hears your mean laughs. "Since you were so full of yourself before, we will see if your attitude changes" you wiggle your hips, making Jackie cry in pleasure. "Oh my God..." it's cute how desperate she had become. Jackie grips your body, left hand on the shoulder and right on the hip, in an attempt to ground herself. You'd think she wouldn't enjoy this, but you know a hidden dark side of her does. Her voice echoes in your ears, crying and pleading for you to "please, please" take her deeper.

But you know Jackie is also a little shit. She eyes your face, looking for any signs of awareness before she tries to fuck in you deeper. Just as she's about to slip past her crown in you, she's stopped by your arms forcefully pushing her back. A long sigh leaves her, followed by a shiver and a moan. "I can't I need to- need to move" her hips desperately try to fight against your grip but to no avail; pleasure jolting from her length to her brain from the struggle against you. "I didn't take you for the fighter, Jackie. You always seemed more like a princess to me" you can distinctly feel her twitch inside you.

Your words are met with a heavy silence and the occasional hip twitch, making you wonder if it was too much, if you went too far-.

Her hands follow the curve of your hips, down, down, down until she grips the underside of your leg. With surprising speed, she lifts your thigh in the air and thrusts inside you. It's a strange sensation at first, plunging into your depths and leaving you a little too full of her. She waits only a few seconds to let you adjust before starting to rut in you.

"See? I have given you the courtesy to adjust. All you did was tease me. Does that seem fair?" Jackie whispers to you, her nails digging into your flesh. You try to answer, but all that comes from your mouth are moans and whimpers. Your throat feels dry and your brain mushed, blank, as you can only think about how good she's making you feel.

"Fuck... If I had known that you were gonna f-feel this good..." her hips snap into yours, chasing that tingling pleasure, "I would have fucked you sooner". Her words make you clench tightly around her,affecting Jackie too. Her head is thrown backwards, a string of moans and curses leaving her.

Your body feels tired, sensitive and hot. Jackie's hips slap against your own, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the room. Her balls hit the small patch of skin just above your slit, making you realise just how deep she's fucking you in.

Euphoria swarms Jackie's mind when she feels you desperately clutching onto her. The sensation of your tight walls hugging her, pulling her in, is too good. She feels rabid, possessive, hungry even.

A strange feeling starts to bloom in her heart. A deep dark need to consume you. To take you in every way, to leave a trace of herself on you. To blur the line of where you ended and she began.

Her dark thoughts are enough to make her trusts become faster, more desperate. "J-Jackie!" she releases your leg, letting it fall on top of hers so you stay nice and spread for her. With her right hand she grasps at your hip and draws you on her, moving your body alongside hers.

She traces the curves of your body, savoring how you shiver under her touches.

She starts leaving wet kisses at the base of your neck, tasting you. Her lips trail up, up, up, until they set on your earlobe. A particularly strong trust from her leaves you breathless, having reached that place that makes you see stars. You hear her chuckle behind you, her hand having risen from your hip to your chest. She twists your nipple with her fingers while playfully biting your earlobe and trusting in that same spot over and over again. Your brain can't form any coherent thought anymore, just wanting to please her in every possible way.

"You know..." she whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine, "I have always thought of this".

Ohhh fuuuck.

"Every time we went to change in the locker room..." her hand comes down, rolling your clit between her fingers, "I dreamt of taking you. Of- of fucking you. On the benches, on the lockers. In front of everyone" her laughter sounds in the space when she feels you clenching hard against her at her words. "Would you like that? To let them see you like this? So they can see how much... I affect you?", you smile a little, knowing that even if she was in deep lust, Jackie would never call you a slut or a whore for her. That just wasn't Jackie.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel her leaving your slit and moving away. You already miss her skin on yours and try to tug her down once more, to tempt her into entering you again.

"Look how the tables have turned…" you hear her say behind you. An insult is already on your tongue, but you stop once you see Jackie's figure on the bed. She's kneeling behind you, her chest pushed out, hand stroking her length feverishly. A drop of precum falls from her slit, making her look absolutely delicious. In the darkness of the room, you can see her body glistening, a trickle of sweat falling from her temple.

Her bright brown eyes have been replaced by deep lust, looking almost pitch black in the darkness of the room. She's blushing, looking at your body like a starved woman.

She trusts her hips forward, keeping her eyes on your body as she fucks into her hand. “Ass up” she whispers to you, and you feel a shiver run from your brain to your slit, but it takes longer than you'd expected to register her command. A groan leaves her when you don't move fast enough.

Her hands fly to your hips, spinning you around until you are on your knees in front of her. With the pressing of a finger she pushes your back so that your stomach presses on the sheets. You hear the sound of her fast stroking behind you, then she trails your spine until she finds your slit once again. Fingers penetrate you, two of them, and set a slow, languid pace.

Jackie moves so that her body is pressed against yours and her length pushed up against your leg. Her breath ghosts above your ear, “You are so wet…is it all for me?”. The sounds behind stop and you feel Jackie's fingers press against your clit, playing with it. Vaguely you feel that her fingertips are wet and realize that is from her own arousal. “Yes… all for you, Jackie” she chuckles, leaving a bite on your neck.

Her fingers retreat, leaving you empty once again. Then you feel her tip separating your folds, drenched in your arousal. It's enough to draw a moan from your lips. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me” her lips continue to kiss and bite and leave her marks behind, “I… I want it. I want it so bad… please Jackie”. She spreads you open, inching inside of you. Jackie is perfectly slotted inside you, touching and stretching you in a delicious way. She moves her hips behind yours, slowly trusting.

What she says next surprises you. In her lust ridden state, Jackie lets herself be vulnerable. “Thank you… thank you…” she hugs your body close to hers, breathing on the crevice of your neck and trusting quickly and hard, so much so that the force of her hips moves your body with hers. She starts to kiss down your nape, biting hard on the flesh while her hips follow a punshing pace. "I love seeing you like this...all nice and spread for me..." her fingers close on your wrists and you feel her moving away from you, now almost straddling you. You have but a moment to breathe before she starts to hammer into you: one hand on your wrist and the other on your clit, body pressed down on yours and breath on your neck. "Oh God it feels so good... thank you" and again she lets herself be vulnerable in front of you, her facade slipping off of her.

To think that finally she gets to do this with you, to have you in her arms and her in yours, to feel pleasure together, makes her heart skip a beat. Jackie feels fuzzy, her brain is emptied of everything but you, how you feel in her arms, how you feel around her. The world around her blurs until your figure is the only one standing in a mist of colors. A hot want starts at the tip of her length to the base, following the hips and spreading all around her body and filling her with ecstasy. Jackie anticipates what this means and doubles down on her trusts and touching, hoping to reach that pleasure with you. "Oh...please, please I am so close. I am so close t-tell... tell me you are too baby please..." you can only mutter words muffled approvals on the pillow and move your hips against hers. "Yeah? Yeah, are you close? Oh fuck...!" she's right there, slipping over the edge when she feels you clench around her, as if your body is begging her to stay, not letting her move.

"Tell me... tell me when you are close, okay?" trying to maintain that pace while holding off her own release it's almost like a torture, but she can't get enough of it. She would go on forever if it meant pleasuring you. When you finally reach the edge, you grip Jackie's wrist and beg her to please let you cum. "God please Jackie..." when she hears her name drop so sweetly from your lips, she is gone. With her last strength she trusts for the final time and you feel her length pierce you, touching your most sensitive spots. You tremble around her and release yourself on her length, the sight making Jackie lose herself in lust and pleasure as she fights against her own body, before leaving you and cumming on the sheets.

She falls on top of you, skin against skin, spent. "Ah...ah, wow..." she looks at the remains of your fun on the bed, feeling a little self conscious, "Lottie is gonna be so mad at us". You snort in the pillow, "If Lottie is gonna be mad at someone, it will be you" she lets out an insulted gasp. "Me?! You were the one that started!" and you answer her, turning around and placing her head on your chest, "You were the one that got a boner watching me change". Jackie feels her cheeks getting hot and hides it by pressing her face on your skin. "Oh God, don't remind me...".

The room is silent except for your heavy breaths. Jackie moves on top of you, hair falling down from her shoulders. Her eyes are hers again, lust having been replaced with admiration and uncertainty. "So...what are we?" she asks, voice small against the darkness of the room. "What are we?" you ask her back, seeing how her eyes unfocus on something behind you, staring into somewhere that doesn't exist to look for answers. "I want us to be more" she answers, "something more than just...this" her voice is laced with hope and fear.

"I want to go on dates with you. To go to the movies, to go for walks, to... be together with you" now her eyes focus on yours again, a glimmer of sadness shining in them. "Can we... Can we be like that?" something about how she sounds, how sad her eyes look, makes a painfully warm feeling bloom in your chest. You take her cheeks in your hands and bring her down with you, tasting her lips once again. "We can be like that" you whisper on her lips, laced with love.

When morning comes you are the first one to wake up. Jackie sleeps soundly near you, the sun warming her body. You wake her up with a kiss, and immediately she groans and begs to sleep just a bit more, to be in your arms again. Your cute back and forth is interrupted by the door being slammed loudly from outside the room. Natalie watches the both of you, dark circles under her eyes and a hint of anger in her voice, "Next time, be quiet".

[lesbielol]

I’m so happy you want me to tell you how to touch yourself. I want you to start by putting in something that makes you feel sexy. It could be lingerie or it could be a suit; as long as you feel like while you’re wearing it everyone you’ve ever wanted wants you too. Now I want you to think about one of those people. Softly and slowly brush a finger over your lips as you think about kissing them. Run fingernails down your neck and imagine them nipping at you, marking you for everyone to see. Grope yourself over your clothes. They’re desperate for you, desperate to feel you and to make you feel good. Are you starting to get worked up? Tease your thighs; groping and scratching from your knees right up to the edge of your pretty pussy, but don’t touch yet. Imagine that person you wish were with you; imagine them sinking their teeth into the soft flesh of your inner thigh, not in a way that would really hurt you, just enough to leave a mark. Keep teasing yourself until you’re desperate, groping your thighs and tits. Then, strip naked. Admire yourself. I’m sure you’re beautiful. Can you feel the wetness between your thighs? Touch your pussy. No fingers inside, don’t run your clit, just touch yourself gently. Aren’t you so so warm? Now, if you’re comfortable give your pussy a few light slaps. Just enough to feel the sting fade to a pleasant tingle. Is your hand wet now? Go back to teasing yourself. I know you must be needy by now but you’ll have to wait a little longer. Don’t touch your poor cunt until you’re dripping, writhing, squeezing your thighs together for any little bit of friction. Then try giving yourself a few more slaps or go ahead and spread your self open. Rub your clit the way you wish that person you’ve been imagining would. Gather some of your wetness and spread it over your hard nipples. You must look so fucked out and desperate right now, that person you’ve been imagining would be lucky to see you. Keep rubbing yourself, dip a finger or two inside if you like. Make yourself feel so good. Bring yourself to the edge. When you’re getting close I want you to pinch your nipples; maybe slap your tits a bit. Enjoy the mix of pleasure and pain. Don’t stop until you’ve cum. Cum for that person you wish was unraveling you. Imagine the ways they’d ruin you. When you’re finished, before you clean up the mess you’ve made, put your outfit back on and look at yourself. Know that you’re as sexy as that outfit makes you feel.

- 🌿

(P.S. don’t forget to rest, pee, and drink some water after getting off, I hope you enjoy yourself!)

i’ve been busy lately but i finally took some time to do this and 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 it was much appreciated!! i very much did enjoy myself :3 thank you 🌿 anon <3

[citizenoftmrrwlnd]

stimboard for : a brown collie with wagging tails and warm colors requested by 🐕🌿anon

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[phightingheadcanons]

Subspace draws in his free time but he's not good at it so most of the time it's just mostly incomprehensible insanely harsh pencil scribbles

🎸🐧 Anon

Imagine you take a look at the blueprints for any tech he’s made and it’s all incomprehensible scribbles. Blackrock doesn’t even have to hide the blueprints because nobody can figure out what they mean.

[esoterictboy]

fuck. the ‘frat tboy’ (or whatever you’d like to call them) posts are so,,, fuck.

i didn’t realize that was something I’d even be into, but my tdick is so needy now and the humiliation posts are just so,,,, gafjsjdgd

-anon 🌿

Oh your dick’s hard f@ggot ? I can let you suck me off, or is that not enough for you ? You need more ? Then pull your fucking boxers down and prove it pussy. You know I don’t mind fucking gay boys, all hole is the same to me.

[blushedfemmes]

Clarke, if you want to pour a drink down someone's throat, I'm your butch. I might be a lightweight with very little drinking experience, but I'm sure I can trust you to take good care of me. You wouldn't think any less of me if I get a bit dazed and empty-headed, right? 🌿

oh you’re a lightweight? that’s so hot no problem! don’t worry, i’d take such good care of you~ and if you get a lil stupid and dizzy after i’ve fed you several drinks of course i’d be so very turned on patient and kind

[hyunsvngs]

You’re so right about Changbin being a bong man.

I can see it, him all sitting on the couch, you in his lap, bong in his hands while he offers you some and guides your head like he does when you give him head and the similarity gives him ideas and his CCC begins to stir and he has you on your knees, drooling on his cock all messy and lazy, in seconds — or his hands slowly reaching under your skirt to touch you while he compliments on how wet you are for him and encourages you to smoke some more. I’m down bad.

I don’t remember if I already asked but can I be your 🌿 anon?

oh stop it STOP IT THIS IS SOOOO DELICIOUS…

god like his hand going into your hair to hold it back for you, holding your head to the bong. he’d probably even light it for you, but when he flicks the lighter he realises the double entendre of the situation and ohhh… oh wow. his cock starts stirring in his pants and he can’t even help it, throwing the lighter to one side before he’s pushing one hand up your skirt AND AND AND AND AND 😔😔😔😔

AND THE ENCOURAGING U TO SMOKE MORE… OH MY GODDDD SORPTISODIFKG

no i’ve kind of been in a bini brainrot since i got stoned last night. i’ve been CHORNY (changbin horny) WITH A CAPITAL CH!!!!! because when i was stoned ln i thought about: changbin shirtless w just glasses on wearing those damn plaid pyjama pants… and his hair all messy n curly and his TUMMY IS THERE…. and maybe he’s a lil hairy too.. STOP IT!!!!!! IM CHORNY <3

[chilschuck]

May i requests imagines for chilchuck with an s/o that kisses rough? Not sexy biting rough but like those big dogs that throw themselves at their owners lmao!! Id like to see how youthink chilchuck would react ♡

`✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ this is so cute WAHHH!!! i hope i did it how you wanted, i took rough as more so messy and sloppy, which i thought would be fun to write!! i hope you enjoy anon, and so sorry it took me so long to get this out to you!!!

— CHILCHUCK HCS: x reader who gives messy kisses.

꒰ warnings: ꒱ sfw + gn!reader! fluffy goodness.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 550

✦ i’m still working on requests from april, so i’m so sorry to those of you who are still waiting for theirs!! i will get them out soon, i promise!! (;;w;;) lots of love to you and i hope you enjoy!!! <333

✦ Chilchuck isn’t sure what to think the first time you pull him in with messy kisses. I can imagine it’s a bit shocking to him to suddenly have his nose, cheeks, and lips smothered with smooches like that, so expect him to stop and process that for a moment.

✦ Once his cheeks are done burning and his nose is finished crinkling up, he’ll complain and grumble about it for sure. Be prepared for Chil to wave you off and act like he didn’t like it. (We all know he did.)

✦ Imagine approaching him as he works on something at his desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. You just can’t help but pull his face to you, licking your lips before he can utter a word and absolutely splaying kisses all over him. In between each obnoxious kissing sound is his voice complaining about the sudden barrage. You can’t help it, you tell him after. He’s just so handsome!

✦ It gets to the point where he hears you approach and he jumps, eager to defend his face from your lips. You pout a bit about it once, telling him you’ll stop giving him those messy kisses and he spends the rest of the afternoon silently thinking about the face you made.

✦ Expect him to get a little grumpy if you don’t walk past him while it’s just the two of you and pull him in for kisses. We know how this man is with affection, but imagine suddenly stopping your ministrations and leaving him with none at all. Chilchuck is going to eventually complain that you shouldn’t stop giving those to him. (Even if he acts like he doesn’t like it.)

“Hey.” His voice was softer but still a bit rough around the edges, pulling your attention from the task you busied yourself with.

“Can you… Do that thing you usually do?” Chilchuck continues after swallowing down his pride, that line between his brows appearing from how hard he’s furrowing his brow.

You blink, wracking your brain for what he could possibly be asking. Finally, he lets out a frustrated sigh, grumbling a quiet, “The kisses, idiot.”

That gets you smiling. Stretching your arms out towards him, you give that mischievous look you always do before decorating his face with your lips. Chil moves between your legs as you press kiss after messy kiss along the light spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks, trailing them down to finally meet his lips. You are pleasantly surprised at how much he reciprocates in that moment.

✦ If you haven’t seen him for a long time and the first thing you do is pull him into a flurry of smooches, he’s going to get very flustered. Get ready for him to either grab your cheeks and pull you to his lips or for him to groan out as you speckle his cheeks in kisses.

✦ Either way, Chil is affection and touch starved, and will never admit that to you. Once you find out just how much he secretly enjoys your affections like this, you never let him hear the end of it. He’ll always be on the receiving end of your messy pecks and smooches, even if he acts like he doesn’t look forward to it.

— dividers by @/cafekitsune!! <3

[l3viat8an]

I feel like a few of the characters like mammon, luke, satan, and maybe Asmodeus or some others would use MC's room more than they do, like they just walk in after classes to mammon with his homework spread across their bed trying to figure out what the heck a square root is.

Btw can I be 🌿 annon

This happens so often it’s silly lol

Belphie too! He’s just using MCs bed as his own whenever he can.

Asmo likes going in just because it’s comforting honestly and he likes the big table MC has to do his own homework on!

Satan too! He’ll join Asmo sometimes and MC can just walk in on the boys sitting at the table doing homework like it’s the library.

Mammon basically treats MC’s room as his second room he’s always there no matter what.

Luke likes to spend as much time as he can in MC’s room because he loves the plants and genuinely likes the atmosphere.

Beel likes chilling in MC’s room because the TV is better then the one in the twins room and ‘the quality of the food looks better’ (that’s canon btw lmao)

Levi also hangs out, usually with Mammon in MC’s room just chilling on the bed playing games just like it’s his own.

And Lucifer! He’s always in there with one excuse or another, but really he just likes to sit and be in MC’s room taking in their company or if their not around just the smell of them.

[merakiui]

MERAAA!!! it’s been a while since I’ve talked about something on your page but can I be 🌿 anon? (if its not already taken)

ANYWHO, imagine floyd with a prince albert piercing. uggh or jade with a tongue piercing. the thought cool metal hitting against your sensitive areas.. it’s all so dizzying with the extra amount of pleasure being added <3

AAAAAAAAAA OTL this is the most scrumptious vision of all time,,, tweels with piercings........... Floyd with his prince albert and Jade with his tongue piercing and yes...... do you think the tweels would ever get sturgeon scales for you and turn them into a navel jewelry and then when you get a navel piercing you can match their earrings, and it's just,,, such a pretty, intimate spot in their eyes. Your piercing is hidden by clothing until they pull it up or when you wear clothes that expose your midriff and everyone sees the matching jewelry and knows you are theirs forever. <3 is the vision being seen? Can you see it? orz orz orz wuuwaaa and the cool metal against warm skin... and it's only good on the surface because some of the piercings don't hold up in the sea and have to be removed when they transform, so it's fun that's limited to their human forms. >:D

I'm rambling senselessly, but I love imagining the tweels with piercings (scummy, sleazy Floyd is pierced all over (and naturally he has a prince albert hehe), and sk!Jade has all of his various ear piercings and venom tongue piercing)!!!!! I think tweels + piercings + tattoos is a very yummy combination. Please imagine mean bully eels holding you down and piercing you so you can match with their sturgeon scale earrings. T^T aaaaaa they are the worst and I love them!!! :D

[selfship-confession-box]

Normalize selfshipping with characters that barely appear like YES he appeared in like one episode and half of his personality is a headcanon and YES he is my BOYFRIEND what about it

— Mint Idol anon 🌿🎤

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[whumble-beeee]

hiiiiiii bee

im so fucling curious what the backstory is behind deeby and lana omg. meant to send a more coherent ask but post work braincel decrease is hitting me hard. also the dutch petname thing scared tge fuck out of me the first time.

ps this is also thw first time ive anon named myself

love - 🌿🚫 anon

God, mood about the post-work braincells. Also, I mean this with so much love, but it means so much to me that I managed to scare the shit out of you with that lol. He gets. Just so much worse. Let's just say everyone in my discord servers I introduce him to universally hate him with a passion. Get ready.

ALSO technically parts of Declan and Lana's backstory are giant spoilers, including what will be one of the bigger plot twists, so I can't tell you just yet. HOWEVER, what I can do is reiterate and highlight things I've already said in-story, plus what's gonna be revealed soon when I actually upload her character profile lol. All that under the cut.

So the first time you really first start hearing about Lana is in Chapter 7, where we also meet Vaughn for the first time. In that, we learn that 1. Declan and Lana are ex boyfriend and girlfriend. As in they actually used to date. 2. Lana is Declan's boss now in some capacity (and was the one to order Stan's kidnapping), and 3, Declan fkn hates Lana. So much more than he hates Vaughn.

In Chapter 8, we learn that 4. Vaughn and Lana are currently dating. That's not really too relevant, but it's really funny to me because their relationship is... something. I'm sure you can imagine. It's very mutually manipulative and they both know it, its awesome.

Anyway, then in Ch. 9, through Stan and Deeby's yelling match, you learn that Declan and Lana's relationship is complicated and he refuses to talk about it, but 5. he's kinda obligated to do whatever Lana says or face unspecified consequences.

Skip to Chapters 11 and 12, the ones with Marcus at the convenience store getting harassed, where we first meet Lana in person. We learn a lot about her, mainly that she 6. acts pretty bubbly and ditzy but is actually pretty smart, 7. is completely fine with SA, 8. is manipulative as hell, 9. feels safe enough to fuck with Declan's plans because despite how much we know Deeby to exert his will over others, he wont do shit to stop her. and 10. The big one: she was the one to give Declan his burn scars (with acid btw. everyone in the story has a weapon of choice, bc superhero lol. Lana is injectable poisons, gasses, acids, etc.). This is mostly just something you could assume, but when she gave him that burn scar, that was the turning point when Lana started manipulating Deeby.

Chapter 15, it's mostly just more of the same, Lana telling Deeby to keep Stan for longer, and Deeby can't argue back, he hates Lana but he has to do what she says, whatever.

So, to put it all together for you: Lana has Deeby under her thumb for some reason. She acts fake, she's manipulative, she's relatively smart, and she dated Declan which means she would get to know some of the more intimate details about him that she could blackmail him with. Also something happened between them where she literally burned him with acid, and now she is his boss (she's the CEO of Supramed Corp. actually, which would be revealed whenever I get around to posting her character profile lol) and makes him do bounty hunting jobs as well as basically whatever she wants. That's what we know so far.

You'll learn more about Lana as a person as well as the nature of their relationship as time goes on, and a lot of Declan's behavior has been partially shaped because of her. There's a lot more to her that hasn't been uncovered yet, although the context clues are all there in the story. I just pointed out the specific ones that relate to Deccy.

Also, one last thing to leave you with. I focus a lot on eye color in this story, it's always very important, it tells you a lot. Lana has bright blue, sky blue type eyes. Can you maybe think of another time I've described a character with eyes like that?

(also if you have any questions feel free to ask in another ask or the comments lol, idk if any of this is even comprehensible)