#🍪 anon

[tacticalprincess]

pornstar!König is haunting my dreams:(

-🍪

despite pornstar!könig’s obvious exhibitionist streak, he wants to be around as minimal people as possible, turning down offers from big porn production companies without a second thought. he prefers to produce his own work, either with his outdated phone camera or various old film cameras. the amateur feel to his videos only enhances his appeal to his audience, giving it a realistic touch.

what they don’t know is that none of it is faked, from his end at least. in his mind, he’s getting access to beautiful women’s bodies that he never would’ve before popularity, and showcasing it to the world. the money is only a plus.

his camera shakes as he ploughs into your tight, warm hole from behind, angling it in a way that catches his thick cock splitting you open from his point of view. breaching parts of you no one’s ever been able to touch. he squeezes the fat of your ass that jiggles every time his hips slam into yours, red and raw from being spanked harshly, and spreads your cheeks to put your glossy pussy on display. it amazes him how such a small hole can swallow him so deliciously, the first girl to take him without complaint.

you look impossibly small under his massive frame through the lens, his large hand engulfing every part of you he decides to touch. controls the pace of your hips and reduces you to a fleshlight with just one hand, using his strength to make you fuck back on him despite how boneless you’ve gone.

“this little cunt was made to be on camera. listen to her.” he says gruffly, reaching over and holding a hand over your mouth to muffle your broken moans. you squirm — the obscene squelching noises coming from your pussy makes you shy, unable to run from the position he has you in with your back arched and him over you, completely covered. the glide of his cock is slippery and wet inside your abused hole, sucking him in desperately while his heavy balls slap against your neglected clit. “so loud, liebchen. gonna make you a star.”

next time, he might invest in a go pro, just so he can catch the entirety of your body at once. the sight is too alluring to go to waste.

[shalomniscient]

i think you can tell im a yukong/ himeko/ natasha person by now gjfhlhgfklgslkj im out of ideas today but i would love to see your takes on your first time with them? id imagine they would be sooooo gentle and patient, and i feel like natasha would know all the ways to pleasure you considering shes a doctor and she would touch you in all the right places hehehe ~🍪anon <3

first time || hsr x reader [NSFT][MDNI]

cw. fingering, cunnilingus, first time with a strap-on specifically for yukong, entirely self-indulgent amounts of praise

notes. so............................ guess it's been a while huh

himeko

cw. cunnilingus

“If at any point it gets too much…”

You breathe out slowly, tangling your fingers in Himeko’s runy red hair. The tresses are soft against your skin, and you can glide your hand through it like silk. She so soft, but warms you like a hearthfire. “I’ll tell you, ‘meko. Promise.”

“Good,” she says, and leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. Her lips are as tender as the rest of her, and she tastes like sweet chapstick. Against the backdrop of the cabin lights, she looks like a goddess, a bright light in the vast cosmos stretching outside the cabin window. Her touch both sends you into orbit and draws you gently back to the ground—as if she is your gravity.

“I’ll go slow,” she whispers against your lips, and you nod mutely, only managing a soft mewl as she starts to kiss her way down your neck, her hands resting on your hips. She maps your skin with each kiss, pressing marks that she’ll later trace like constellations of affection. You gasp softly as her mouth finds your chest, and she uses her lips and tongue to lave all your sensitive spots with attention until you’re arching into her.

Himeko smiles, continuing to navigate her way down the plane of your body, drawing a path with her kisses until she settles between your legs. Her hands massage the jut of your hip bones as she shifts so that your legs are thrown over her broad shoulders. You shiver as her breath ghosts over your cunt, already embarassingly slick from her previous touches.

“I’m going to use my mouth on you, okay?” she murmurs, golden eyes flicking up to look at your from between your legs, and your heart nearly leaps into your throat at the sight, the coil in your stomach winding almost painfully tight.

“Okay,” you nod, voice a little small, and Himeko offers you a reassuring smile followed by a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Just relax,” she breathes, and then presses her mouth to your dripping cunt, drawing pleased, strangled noises from both of you. You, at the sensation of her tongue on your pussy, and her at the taste of you filling her senses. She has to hold back the urge to bury her face deeper into your wetness and just devour you—instead, she forces herself to take it slow as she had promised, and languidly laps up and down, from your hole to your stiff clit.

You mewl as her tongue prods the bundle of nerves, and the sound makes Himeko near-dizzy with need. She works you patiently with her mouth, though it doesn’t take much before you’re squirming in her hold, your body beginning to buzz with sensations, a knot winding tight in your lower belly.

Her tongue dips into you, two fingers assisting in spreading your lower lips for her. The wet muscle feels… odd, as it probes inside you, but certainly not unpleasant. Himeko drinks your wetness greedily, nearly voracious for you. The realisation only adds to your budding orgasm; to know you have her so needy, so desperate for you just by your taste—it’s certainly an ego boost of cosmic proportions.

Your hand tangles in her waves of fiery red, and Himeko smiles against your cunt. “Are you close, sweetheart? Just let it happen, let go. I’ve got you.”

Her lips move up from your twitching hole to your puffy clit, sealing around it. Then she sucks, a delicate pressure that nonetheless has stars exploding behind your eyelids as your eyes roll back into your head, your lips parting in a breathless cry of her name. Himeko moans into you as your cum wets her lips and chin more than it already is, and she laps up each drop eagerly.

Your hand in her hair flops down onto the bed as the wave of pleasure begins to ebb, and Himeko smiles as she pushes up, lacing your hand with hers. Her free hand brushes some hair out of your eyes, and she presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Good?” she asks softly, her eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort. You only manage a tired nod, your entire body feeling floaty—in a good way. She chuckles lightly as how fucked out you look already, then lies beside you on the sheets. Her strong arms wrap around you and pull you close, your head resting over the softness of her chest.

“Rest now. You did so well, my dear.”

natasha

cw. fingering, kinda voyeurism

You’ve found that it’s a special kind of embarassing to be walked-in on while trying to get yourself off. That momentary beat of awkward staring between you and the person who walked in, that knowing look yet the refusal to acknowledge it for both your sakes—it’s terrible, and you’ve never wanted to crawl out of your skin more.

Thankfully, Natasha—angelic as she is—took it remarkably in stride, settling down at the edge of the bed, a patient expression on her face. Her hand encircled your wrist, drawing it from the waistband of your sleep shorts, her eyes glinting as she notes the slickness on your fingers.

“Were you close?” she asks gently, and all you can manage was a tiny shake of your head. Natasha smiles, relaxed and easy, and places her hand on your waist. Her touch is cool against your heated skin. “Do you want me to help?”

Your eyes nearly bug out of your head at her offer, a choked noise escaping you. “T-That’s— you don’t have to, Nat—“

Natasha only chuckles, pressing a finger to your lips to hush you. “I know, but I want to. May I?”

“I’ve never… you know,” you say, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “I don’t know if I’ll…”

“Don’t worry,” she assures you. “I’ll take good care of you—and we can stop whenever you feel like it.”

And so, that is how she has you where you are now: squirming under her touch, one hand held tightly in hers while the other grips her other wrist, where two of her long, dextrous fingers sink all the way to the third knuckle inside you. The feeling of fullness between your hips is foreign but not unpleasant, the pads of Natasha’s fingers rubbing the softness of your cunt. She toys with a spot within you that has you seeing stars, your thighs almost snapping shut around her arm.

“T-Tasha—“ you cry out as her thumb finds your stiff clit, and she soothes you with a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. She draws delicate circles around the little bundle of nerves as her fingers continue to coax more pleasure from you, curling in a come hither motion to brush against your g-spot just right.

“You sound so lovely, my dear,” she hums, the hand holding yours bring it to her lips to kiss your knuckles. “So perfect.”

“Tasha, ‘m gonna—“ you whimper, eyes squeezing shut, and she speeds up her fingers ever so slightly.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” she coos, leaning down to press her forehead against yours. “Relax, and come for me.”

With one last expert curl of her fingers, Natasha sends you far over the edge, the strongest orgasm of your life winding up your spine and bursting like fireworks behind your eyes. You can distantly feel and hear her work you through the high, and you shiver as she withdraws her fingers. They glisten with your slick, dripping from her digits down to her wrist, and when Natasha’s tongue darts out to lick at the droplets you nearly whine.

“Tasha…”

She smiles at you, and it’s like the sun emerging behind grey clouds. She indulges you as you make grabby hands towards her, shifting on the bed so you can wrap your arms around her. “Yes, dearest?”

“Thank you,” you mumble against her shoulder, and she laughs softly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

yukong

cw. strap-ons

“H-Hurry up, already…”

Your whine is almost petulant as it leaves your lips. You wriggle your hips—or do your best to, what with Yukong’s firm grip on your waist—trying to push back on her silicone cock. Yukong grunts at that, her hold on you tightening ever so slightly.

“Patience, sweet thing,” she rumbles, low and soothing. “There’s no rush.”

Any smart-mouthed retort dies in your throat as Yukong pushes another inch into you, your head dropping down against the soft sheets. She’s filling you up in a way so different but just as good as her fingers—you can feel the artifical veins on her cock press against your inner walls, and the thickness of it creates a delicious pressure that has more of your wetness slicking the remaining length not buried in you already.

“Good girl,” Yukong breathes, leaning down to nose at your shoulder. “Such a good girl, taking me so well. That’s it, sweet thing, you’re almost there, just relax—“

By the time her hips meet your ass, she’s stuffed you so fully that you’ve already gone brainless. Your pussy squeezes and clenches around the false cock like a vise, tight enough that even drawing back is a challenge for Yukong. But she doesn’t, and lets you adjust to the length inside you first, her fingers traveling beneath you to tap on your clit to get you to relax.

Pleasure and an aching fullness buzzes throughout your body, and it is nothing but pure instinct that eventually drives you to rock back and forth on her cock. Yukong chuckles softly above you, her free hand gently tilting your head to the side. Her pupils blow wide as she notes your already fucked-out expression, and she kisses you with just the slightest hint of teeth as she starts to slowly pump her cock in and out of you.

The movement pushes breathless moans from your lips that Yukong devours greedily. The sound of your wet cunt taking her is the only thing she can hear, her sharp, foxian ears swiveled to focus only on you. She has to consciously pace herself, pulling back to nuzzle against your nape and drawing deep breaths through her mouth. If she breathed in any more through her nose, the scent of your slick would drive her to wildness and she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from pounding you into the bed.

But there’s always time for that in the future. For now, she moves slowly but rhythmically, hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. You babble her name in between whiny moans, your fingers clawing into the sheets.

“You’re doing so well,” she praises breathlessly, eyes flicking back to your cunt to see the way you spread around her cock, and it sends a bolt of need right down to her own cunt. “So good for me, darling, taking me so well. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

You make a loud, keening noise at that, toes curling, and Yukong knows you’re close. She smiles against your shoulder, forgoing her slow, deep strokes for small, sharp thrusts as she’s buried fully within you. Her finger on your clit doesn’t let up either, and soon enough you’re squirming on her cock, that familiar tightness in your tummy ready to snap.

“Go ahead, darling,” Yukong croons, her teeth ghosting the soft flesh of your nape. “Come.”

And you do, beautifully, your cunt bearing down on her cock with enough force you nearly push her out. A white ring forms at her base, and Yukong swallows thickly as her throat dries at the sight. She manages steady, languid thrusts to work you through the daze of pleasure until you slump boneless into the sheets, utterly satiated. You whimper as she pulls out with a wet, slick sound, and she kisses your shoulder in apology.

“Come here,” she coos, discarding the strap somewhere on the bed and gathering you into her arms. You’re hardly able to move, all the sense having been fucked out of you, and Yukong chuckles at the sight, brushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes. “Good?”

You only answer with a pleased hum, snuggling close into her neck. Yukong smiles fondly as she cards her fingers through your hair, nose pressed to your temple to inhale your scent.

Seems like her strap will be seeing more action now.

[caramelarchive]

🍪anon here! i had a little thought and it goes, L being jealous of misa having her hair brushed by reader and he acts as if it doesn't bother him but he hints at wanting his hair brushed (it was funnier in my head, my cats do this and I thought of L and Misa)

Little Kitten ╾ L, Misa

sigh. 🍪 anon you are my favourite. I have moved to my main @lawlietscaramels please follow there for new content!

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"Y/N-chan!"

The high pitched voice is clearly Misa's. It's a nice voice, good for singing, but if you listened to it too long you'd go mad.

Misa stops in front of you, holding out a hairbrush with a smile. She tilts her head to the side. "Will you brush my hair for me?"

You hesitate for a moment then smile, picking the hairbrush out of her hands. "Sure." Misa squeals in delight and starts taking her hair out of its little ponytails, sitting down in a chair and turning her back to you. She swings her feet a little as you begin brushing through her hair.

It's quite pretty, blonde and shining gold in the light. Once you've gotten the few knots out, your free hand comes to stroke through her hair. Misa sighs.

"Thanks, pretty!" she declares, turning her head enough that one of her eyes can meet yours. "So, you know, Y/N, I was with Light yesterday and..." Misa blabbers on, her arms waving all around. You're sure she's annoying the Task Force, but nobody comments on it. So you just listen to the girl's triumphs and woes, continuing to gently brush through her hair.

About twenty minutes pass before you notice L sulking at his desk.

"Hold on, Misa," you instruct, pausing her part way through a tale about a grumpy waitress. She leans her head back, eyes catching the flourescent lights, and pouts a little. You give her a pat on the head and look back over at the head detective. "L, are we distracting you?"

"No," he says stiffly, glancing at you for only a moment before his dark gaze moves to the hairbrush, Misa, and back to his computer.

"..Alright, then."

The detective stuffs a chocolate in his mouth and seems to pout.

Misa laughs. "I think Ryuzaki wants his hair brushed, Y/N." There's a mumbled "do not" from L's direction. You shake your head and resume running your fingers and brush through Misa's hair.

"He'll have to come ask me."

Another 20 or so minutes pass. It's more peaceful this time, Misa only making the occasional comment as the sound of tapping at keyboards and rustling through files fills the room. Her hair is very soft, and your task quickly becomes more meditative than anything. You're getting really into it when there's a small nudge at your leg.

L's standing beside you, his shoulders hunched and head tilted down so he can stare right into your eyes, his hand outstretched to poke at your pants. As you watch, he slowly lowers himself into that 40% froggy sit of his, and looks up with big, bush baby eyes that ask "why don't you like me?" as he lets his head fall onto your leg.

Misa laughs again, and prudently prances off, going to annoy Light. L stays crouched at your feet.

He's too cute...

You sigh but don't protest. Couldn't if you wanted. "Alright then, Ryuzaki, on the chair."

His mouth doesn't bother quirking up into a smile, but his eyes seem to brighten as he straightens up and crouches back down, this time in the chair in front of you. L keeps turning his head to look at you, jumping when he sees you looking back, and turning his head away again. You put a hand on his shoulder and he's caught between freezing and falling out of the chair.

"Be still," you scold gently, and begin brushing his hair. It's much knottier than Misa's, and you're a little scared to guess when he last ran his own comb through it, but it seems clean enough.

Once you've tugged the knots out, it's quite nice, actually.

You start humming a little, your hand reaching up to stroke through the dark, raven-feather hair sticking up all over his head. L lets out a mix of a sigh and an "oh!" and his entire body shudders. You laugh.

He leans back slowly, bending his head so he can look up at you. You give him a little tap on the chin, then the forehead and smile. L's eyes close as your fingers massage into his scalp, the hairbrush neatening and smoothing out his hair.

His lips tilt into a smile too, eyes opening just a slit to stare sleepily into yours.

"Thank you, Y/N."

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

[setablaze11]

I feel like jj is a sex GOD like.. he’s so experienced w it he could make u have the best orgasm of ur life in seconds and when you say “oh my god” in bed or something he’ll be like “nope, jus’ me princess.” 🤭

may I be 🍪 anon? by the way I love you and your writing it’s incredible. 🥹🫶

Thank you so much for the compliments i’m full on giggling 🥺<3

But you’re SO right!! He’s so cocky about it too, like, sir? How you learn to do allat? I’ve had this vision for a while so just hear me out on this <3

When you’ve spoken to your friends about sex before all of them just seemed to confirm what you had already experienced, guys never cared about girls having a good time in bed.

That is until you have sex with JJ for the first time, already having a mental picture of what it’s gonna look like from previous experience, even before you start making out with him.

He’s on top of you, smearing messy, wet kisses against your pulse point as you let out small sighs, hands threading though the blond hair on the nape of his neck when he just blurts out, out of nowhere “can i go down on you?” and you’re like WHAT? Eyes bulging out of your head and whole body going stiff below him as he pulls his head out of your neck, lips kiss swollen and pink, eyes in a daze.

“You actually want to?” you mumble, tongue poking the inside of your cheek and cheeks tinting red when he grins.

“Do i want to?” he scoffs, leaning forward to press a nasty, wet kiss against your lips, pulling back with a smug smirk.

AND he makes a point of making you finish at least three times just from him eating you out, just to prove a point.

I feel like we all know in out hearts by now that JJ’s the muchiest munch of them all. Am i right or am i right?

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[fcthots]

I am having thots™ about Jason slowly fucking you while rubbing your clit and it's so good but still not enough. You just want him to go faster and you whine under him and he coos at you.

"Is that not enough for you baby? Here, lemme fix that."

-🍪

He's rubbing barely there circles around your clit while he fucks you so slowly you think you're gonna lose your mind. You know you're whining, but you can't help it. Every time you squirm to get more friction, he uses his other hand to hold you in place (and goes slower).

"Please, Jay. Faster."

He smiles as he coos at you, "Aw, sweetheart. Is that not enough for you baby? Here, lemme fix that."

It starts off like heaven when he adds more pressure and speed from his hand, then he makes you eat your words when he starts really thrusting.

"Don't forget, baby. This is what you wanted. Remind me exactly what it was that you said again."

You don’t respond, it's too hard to think.

"Say it or I'll stop."

"Faster."

"If you insist."

[devil-in-hiding]

Im glad i be seeing people agreeing on my bully!ghost ask! We even got bully john now

U know what that means

BULLY!KYLE.

Everyone knows his charismatic, he has that charm!

Its bad that everyone knows his charm but its worse he knows it himself.

Bully!Kyle, who makes you think he's on your side, trying to see what makes you tick about other people's bullying on you and does the opposite and treats you all nice and sweet. It got you fooled and boom the trap is set.

Bully!Kyle, who makes you feel lovey dovey for once, seeing that he treats you so much better than his own teammates. And you start to think that he's the only sensible one out there. But nope! He sneakily pictured underneath your skirt when you weren't looking and shared it to 141, where they pat Gaz on the back for his good work.

Bully!Kyle, who would spread rumours of you sleeping with the boss just to get your position? He hides his laugh as he watches you break down to him about what you've heard. Of course, you would go to him for everything. It's not like he's the type to act like a bully

(can I be the 🍪 anon if thats alright)

we are the same person because right before i was falling asleep i thought to myself “kyle is the only one who would act like the others are such jerks and he’s on your side sweet thing, the cap and others are so so mean ): no stay bent over the table a second longer-

[domme-switch]

I would probably say overstim is still my fav, though it would be hard to after you've made me cum so many times my mind is foggy and I forget how words work. But thinking about being a dumb puppy for you that can't do anything else but whine, whimper ,and squirm in your arms has me soaking through my shorts right now. I don't think anything has gotten me hornier this fast in so long 🤭

I'd love for you to make my poor clit so sore and sensitive that even just blowing a little air across it would make it throb !!

Please keep playing with it as long as you want, until I'm begging for you to do anything else to my body, find out the limits of my greedy pussy.

Thank you for taking care of me, ma'am 🥰🥰🥰🥰

-🍪

it’s adorable how needy you get even or especiallyyy when thinking of getting overstimulated. it doesn’t matter that your clit is getting puffy and sore, you would let me keep touching it right darling?

I wouldn’t even tie your hands up, I would tell you to hold your pussylips spread for me to suck on your clit. maybe I will edge you first, two, three times, so you can beg me to let you cum. whispering to you that you will get to cum soon enough, and a lot of times.

but first you would have to hold your legs open while I spank your pussy and clit, don’t squeeze your legs together! I want your pussy sensitive and swollen for me before I start licking your puffy folds, my thumb rubbing small circles on your clit. I can be patient and eat you out until you cum over my face, and stay there. when your hand tries to push my head away I simply slap your hands away and grab your legs tighter. you’re not getting away baby, be a good pup and cum again sweetheart, we aren’t done yet. let’s give it another round of slaps so you remember how nice my mouth felt on your clit instead of my the palm of my hand slapping it!

and when your mind feels fuzzy and your legs are shaking from cumming so many times, still unable to get away, I would get a makeup brush and softly touch your clit with it while kissing your thighs and leaving hickeys right next to your pussy. only when you’re still squirming even with just the makeup brush I will stop- after making you cum again. if not I will rub your clit with my fingers, pinch it, nibble softly on it with my mouth, suck on it until you cum again and your pussy looks so pretty, red and swollen and you’re begging me to stop😘☺️

[etfrin]

pov: coryo with a bunny hybrid reader !! mayhaps she’s a gift from dr. gaul, one of those many experiments but this one actually went sort of right! she’s a “congratulations on being president!!” gift but coryo has been in power for a bit of time now.

she’s (bunny) a menace, truly. she runs rampant around the mansion and snarls at any servant that steps close to her. she borders of feral, and the only reason she gets away with it is because coryo finds her cute. (totally not because he knows she likes him. how does he know? bunny may or may not always steal his sheets after he’s slept in them for a few weeks.)

bunny can usually be found in secluded places (she scares off the servants) like the library, or sometimes even the garden. but her little bunny burrow is definitely in a dark corner in the library. a makeshift nest filled with coryo’s sheets, a stolen cologne bottle and a few of his ties and shirt— oh there’s his infamous red jacket!

coryo and bunny only begin to actually bond after he’s finally forced her out. she hissed and whined and kicked feebly but it didn’t do much, more of a tantrum if anything. fast forward, not even a full week after he drags her out of seclusion, and she sits happily across his lap <33 letting him stuff her wittle face with sweets whilst also stuffing her in other places too <3333 if anyone asks, he thinks she’s the cutest thing. loves her floppy ears and cotton tail. he adored the way she craves his approval and attention, he dressed her personally, his own little bun doll.

I WENT SO CRAZY FOR THIS IM SO SORRY BUT CORYO WOULD LOVE THE DEPENDENCY A HYBRID WOULD NEED

- 🍪 (if that’s okay <3)

Oh, gosh he would definitely love it!

He would do everything from bathing her, feeding her, clothing her. Everything. Just a doll to play and relief stress with, nothing else. He finds her adorable and so much less annoying than humans.

Her body makes her incredibly honest, her tail wags when she's happy, her ears twitch when she's mad. He doesn't have to overanalyze everything she does and he loves it.

she's his favorite pet!

[agent8s-ask-blog]

Guys tartar is trying to smoothie Captain cuttlefish again-🍪

”NO! GRAMPA!!!!!!!”

[shalomniscient]

currently thinking about how himeko or yukong or natasha (the gentler, mature women in general) would give you the best aftercare after just raw-dogging you jhfdakjafjaf like they would apologize for their outbursts and wipe you clean (they would be sure to work quick on your sensitive spots so they dont overstimulate you) there would be like a lot of soft kisses afterwards too??? i think im going insane (hiii sev!!! ive been shy about sending in ideas but like yasss who can resist women 😍😍 also can i be "🍪" anon if its not already taken?)

himeko, yukong and natasha would be very good at aftercare, even if they're a little worn out from all the activity from before. there's a damp towel already ready on the bedside table for them to wipe you down, hands so gentle as they work over your sensitive spots, pressing kisses against your cheeks the whole while. foxes have an almost-purring vocalization so you can expect her to also be doing that as she gives you aftercare. it does wonders for calming you down 😌😌😌

also, after sex cuddles are a MUST. no compromises. they want you comfortable and warm and content in their arms as you both drift off to a very satisfied and satiated sleep 😌😌😌 himeko and natasha will big spoon you, but yukong goes the extra mile by having her fluffy tail wrapped around your waist 🥺🥺🥺

also yes you can be 🍪 anon !! glad to have you :)

[jina1028]

Meet again

Renjun x fem!reader

Categories: chubby reader, use of alcohol (no one gets drunk), smut, making out, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (always use protection!), fingering, squirting, creampie, cockwarming (kinda?), MDNI, 18+

A.N. Sorry this took forever, I just lost inspiration about writing and also have no time to balance work, friends, family, hobbies, stuff and life in general 🥲 I guess I felt overwhelmed but I still felt sorry for the anons who requested some fics from me so I managed to write this, hope it turned out somewhat good! I still have to write some other stuff, I need to be more consistent, again I'm sorry! Finally, enjoy and give me feedback, thanks!

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You were having a pretty decent day, unusual for you since for the last few weeks you were struggling with university, grades and your part-time job.

You were quite suspicious of this anomalously sunny, relaxed, uneventful day, until dinner with your parents when they announced the most horrendous thing you could think of: a double family vacation with your long time enemy, Renjun and his parents, to revive the old times when you all used to hang out together.

You tried to escape from your fate lying to your parents about having to work, but they remembered well the time when you told them about you asking your employer a week off. You couldn't back out now making up more excuses without looking suspicious so you finished your food and sadly paced to your room in silence.

You remembered the time when you and Renjun used to play together all the time and went along quite well, but that was before puberty, before he started to mock everything about you, from your voice, to your hair, to your clothes: growing up you felt insecure about your body and your curves, so you started hiding under oversized clothes. Your voice finally changed for the better, and you learned how to style your hair nicely, but you still hid your body in baggy clothes. You just hoped that Renjun was a bit more mature now that he wasn't a kid anymore.

Fast forward, it was finally time to meet Renjun and his parents at the house on the seaside you all rented. He greeted you politely in front of his parents and hadn't stopped eyeing you from head to toes in a strange way since. It was kinda annoying actually and you wondered when his real self will show up and start teasing you. The rest of the day passed with you trying to avoid him and ignore his staring.

The next day you still avoided Renjun by skipping breakfast at the table where he was sat at and you went directly to the beach without sparing him a single glance and putting your headphones on, starting your favorite song right away. Little did you know he tried to call your name and started following you.

You stopped on your tracks when you caught a shadow with the corner of your eye and nearly screeched in fear when you saw Renjun so close to you. Your reaction startled him but at the same time he was amused and to your disdain he started laughing, his cristalline voice finally reaching your ears as you took off your headphones. You almost started laughing with him, but you masked it with a fake cough, 'that was close', you mentally reprimanded yourself.

You removed your headphones and crossed your arms waiting for him to stop laughing, a slight scowl on your face.

"Sorry," he finally caught his breath "I tried to call you to go to the beach together since I was coming anyway, didn't mean to scare you".

He joined you on your walk after you replied a quick "Fine, let's go then". You felt stiff in his presence, your memories about middle school when he started to nag you at every occasion, when you finally cut him off your life after growing apart made you uncomfortable. The fact that he grew to be such a good looking young man wasn't helping you feel more at ease, you had to admit.

You finally reached your destination, Renjun occasionally trying to make small talk, you replying shortly, until you picked your spot on the warm sand, laid your towel and sat on it.

Renjun laid his own next to yours, ignoring the dirty look you gave it noticing the closeness, and removed his clothes until he was in his swimsuit. You immediately diverted your eyes, not wanting to be caught staring.

He took his sunscreen from the small bag he brought and started applying it on his body, until he stopped, struggling a bit to reach his back and finally giving up.

"Could you help me with my back?"

"Why didn't you ask your mom before coming?"

"Well, I didn't. Now please help me, or do you want me tu get a sunburn?"

"What if I draw a dick on your back with sunscreen?" You smiled at him apparently joking, but you thought you could actually do it.

Renjun smiled back, confused "Why would you do that? Come on, just help meeee"

You scoffed, why would he pretend to not remember the kind of moron he was back then? He probably still was a moron, right? Who cares if he looks good and his face shines when he smiles, you wouldn't be fooled!

You finally gave in, just to stop his insisting laments. You started rubbing the cream on his skin, noticing how smooth and good it felt under your fingers, wait, were you actually enjoying it?

A sudden moan broke your train of thoughts, was it you? You realized it was Renjun when he opened his mouth again "Can you massage a bit right there? It feels goo- OWW!", you slapped the spot between his shoulders "All done, now leave me alone".

You fixed the hat on your head and started searching for a book in your bag. Renjun observed you making yourself comfortable, using your bag as a pillow to rest your head on while opening your book at the new chapter you were gonna read. He pondered if continuing to annoy you just to have you talk to him or let you read in peace and opted for the latter, taking a mental note not to piss you off beyond your limits.

And so a couple days passed like that, everywhere you went, Renjun followed, resulting in constant banter between the two of you. You wondered why he kept sticking to you if all he was gonna do was piss you off. Or was it just you being salty about the younger Renjun you knew so you didn't wanna give a chance to the present him? Was he really that annoying or were you distorting his personality in your head because you thought it was more convenient like that?

You started questioning yourself on the fourth day when he told off a guy who was trying to get your number at the snack bar next to the beach. You initially got angry at Renjun "Did you just cockblock me?", you glared at him, was he trying to sabotage your chance at getting laid?

Renjun looked took off guard by your tone and look in the eyes "Of course not, I was just trying to save you from a dickhead".

"A dickhead? You're failing 'cause you're still here" you bitterly spat out.

Renjun opened his mouth to reply, no sound coming out for a second, stuttering at first "I heard him talking to his friend right now, they were making fun of you".

You didn't know if you felt more offended about the possibility of some random guy making fun of you for whatever reason, or the fact that you didn't notice and Renjun had to step in like a knight in shining armor, which obviously he wasn't in your eyes. You stood up and started leaving, Renjun catching up right away, walking silently behind you, overthinking about what happened and why you looked so mad and hurt.

The next day you decided to confront him. You were confused about him, was he still the same kind of person he was back in middle school? Were you just projecting the bad memories on him? What really happened at the bar? Was it all true? Why did he defend you if he was still the obnoxious kid you used to know?

You couldn't face him about your concerns without some help though, so you decided to do that in front of some alcohol to ease a bit of tension.

It was evening, after dinner, you and Renjun were left alone at the house, your parents heard there was some over fifty club in town and went to have some fun.

You took some beer, soda and lemons out the fridge and called for Renjun to help you make some drinks. They turned out pretty good so you sat on the front porch, stars shining on you and music from the radio in the living room coming through the open window. Renjun sat next to you on the wicker sofa sipping his drink, waiting for you to say something.

"Renjun, I'm just curious, what did that guy say yesterday?", you asked directly, not wanting to waste time beating around the bush.

He sighed a little, talking slowly, like if measuring his words "He told his friend something about you being more approachable because you don't look that good, his friend thought he wouldn't be able to get your number anyway so they bet on it, that's what I heard".

Renjun glanced at you "You know, not to try and make tou happier, but I think you would look better with more fitting clothes, to show your curves instead of hiding them..."

You blushed turning slightly away from him to hide it "Why do you care, you used to mock me when we were kids because I was chubby, that's why I didn't want to be friends anymore".

Renjun chuckled "Yeah I was a moron back then, I'm sorry... Actually as a kid I didn't know how to tell someone I liked them so instead I tried to get their attention the wrong way. Maybe that's a skill I still lack..."

"Did you just tell me you used to like me?", you were astonished.

"Well yeah..." he scratched his head, making eye contact with you "and after I met you again I think I still like you... and I still don't know the right way to get your attention, I guess".

After a moment of silence you rested your face in your hands, suddenly snorting and starting to laugh, startling Renjun who thought you were crying and internally panicked, not knowing what to say. You finally showed your face, a beaming smile after realizing the stupid misunderstandings that led to you and Renjun being enemies, while it was just a terrible approach from the kid you liked and that actually liked you back.

That finally cleared up your mind, Renjun was just immature back then, like every single kid that age. And obviously growing up he matured, he was actually nice to have around once you let go of the image of him you painted in your mind.

"Hold on, is it the alcohol or did you just say you still like me?"

"Yeah I said just that, I think you're pretty hot and it's a shame you never strip in your swimsuit when we go to the beach" Renjun playfully replied.

You were shocked but interested by his sudden confession "Are you really that horny?", you teased him.

"Only if it's you I'm thinking about, I realized these days"

"What do you mean? Please, elaborate" you turned to face him, your elbow resting on the back of the sofa, your other hand holding the glass, sipping your drink, eyeing Renjun up and down.

Renjun smirked "What if I told you these nights I often thought about you, and touched myself imagining it was your hand..." his voice was low, enciting you to get closer to hear his dirty words.

"What if I told you I wish I could see what you hide under those baggy clothes?" he slowly approached you, his hand now resting on your thigh, slightly pressing his fingers in your clothed flesh.

His face now was much more closer, you could sense his breath on your lips, and you realized you were leaning in to meet him halfway. Your lips finally met and pressed together, moving against eachother experimentally.

The thrilling sensation you felt in your spine when he caressed your lips with his warm tongue had you shivering despite the hot weather, and a hand came up to your neck to deepen the kiss.

Renjun started kissing you like he was hungry, licking and softly biting, slowly starting to move his lips across your jaw to your neck, not caring about possibly leaving a mark on your skin, his hands roamed around your body, pressing and sqeezing on your soft skin, eventually landing on your plush butt.

Your hands grabbed on his hair, wanting him to continue his attack on your neck but at the same time getting impatient because you wanted more.

"Renjun" you tried to call his name but he just groaned in response, sucking your neck more harshly.

"Renjun, wait... Stop!" you finally caught his attention and he raised his head to look at you, concern in his eyes.

"Is something wrong? Is it too much? If you wanna stop I-"

You interrupted him with your fingers on his lips "Let's go upstairs."

He smiled and followed you without being told twice.

You pushed him on your bed and started lifting your t-shirt, Renjun resting his weight on his elbows anticipating what you were going to reveal, and he was beyond extatic, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms and hug your pretty curves.

He noticed your apprehension though, a part of you still insecure about revealing yourself, even though he made clear that he liked you and your body, so he scurried to remove his own shirt and pants, and like that he encouraged you to strip out of your pants too and join him on the bed.

He immediately pushed you on your back and hovered above you, keeping your thighs open with his knees and with one hand he started caressing your cheeks, neck, chest, squeezing your plush breasts between his fingers, grazing on your nipples while doing so, a soft gasp leaving your lips.

That sound made him dive in to kiss you, devouring your lips and sucking on your tongue, swallowing every little moan and whimper you let out while his hand traveled lower and lower, reaching your panties and moving the hem to the side.

Renjun couldn't help his own moan escaping his lips when he felt your arousal on his fingers. He started softly rubbing your clit, spreading your wetness on it to heighten your pleasure, occasionally slipping the tip of his middle finger into your hole, to then come back to your clit and tease you some more.

Your breath was becoming labored, you liked everything he was doing but every time you felt like you were getting closer and started clenching on his finger he slowed his pace. You felt like he was doing it on purpose so involuntarily you let out a frustrated whine.

Renjun kept slowly fucking his finger into you and coming back to your clit, chuckling at your little outburst "Is everything ok? You're so wet, don't you like it?" he punctuated his last words pushing a second finger in and curling upward, hitting your sweet spot just once.

You moaned loudly, slapping a hand on your mouth, but still managing to form a sentence and say it without thinking "Please, please, stop teasing and fuck me already, please make me come!"

"Alright, I'll make you come" Renjun smiled down at you, kissing you with fervor once again, slipping his fingers out of your dripping pussy. He used the slick on his fingers to pump his cock a few times before pushing your panties aside once again and finally pushing it inside of you with a groan.

You felt heavenly, the perfect girth to stretch you nicely without hurting, reaching your sweet spot just right, making you moan with every thrust of his hips against your thighs, the sound of skin slapping skin soon filling the room with the rough pace he was setting.

The pleasure was so much you barely could stand it, you started sobbing and tearing up, Renjun reaching a hand to wipe a tear from the corner of your eye.

He slowed down, seeing your state "Do I have to stop?" he was a bit concerned despite the lust filling his mind in that moment.

"Don't you dare to stop, Renjun!" your voice coming out harsher than you expected.

Renjun smirked and started pounding into you harder than before, squelching sounds filling his ears and moans of pleasure and effort tumbling out of his mouth one after the other.

You felt your whole body starting to tense up and burn until you finally snapped and with a last whimper you came hard around his cock, squirting a bit (which you didn't even know you were capable of) and wetting his pelvis and the sheets underneath you.

"Fuck..." he gasped at the sensation of your pussy convulsing on his cock and the feeling and sight of you squirting around him, and that sent him over the edge, coming inside of your spent hole with a few shallow thrusts, splurting his seed deep inside of you with one last satisfied moan.

He collapsed on top of you, careful not to hurt you, still keeping his cock inside you, both of you catching your breaths. He squeezed you tight, loving the feeling of your soft curves between his arms.

"Let's stay like this forever" Renjun lazily said in your ear, making you giggle.

"We have to get presentable before our parents come back"

He groaned "Right, but let's do this again, and maybe we could also date sometimes, you know..."

You smiled at him, eyes sparkling. "That's a nice idea, let's do that sometimes!"

[lavendermin]

Please share your professor Welt Yang thoughts, I've brought snacks for us!!! ☺️🍉🍫🧁🍙🍓

(I fear this will awaken something in me)

- 🍪

took 3-5 business days to arrange my thoughts since it was just feral babbling in my melted brain. But!!! We are ready now ☝️

suggestive toward the end, what can I say. I want to get in his professor pants sorry

Professor Welt Yang who is obviously the crush of quite a few university students, though I’d think he would be the oblivious type who just thinks of it as silly faculty gossip. His lectures are always very popular and at full capacity each semester.

Of course you aren’t immune to his serious yet gentle charm either. And while working on grad school you go to him for certain advice and pointers for your thesis. It becomes a more and more frequent thing, so much that you have his office hours memorized at this point.

Conversation is easy with him. And you’ll admit sometimes you go and start a random topic off with a broad question just to hear Welt talk in that deep voice of his. You could hear him talk for hours if he’d let you.

Of course this man is dense and dumb as rocks when it comes to even taking the hint that you are down so bad for him. Just have some patience with him.

You’ll catch him at the university’s cafe grabbing a quick lunch and coffee which turns into effortless conversation just to stay with him a little longer. At your one-on-ones you’ll even bring him a coffee when you stop by. Kind gesture or wiggling your way into his mind? You would never reveal.

There are little things here and there that you start to do that will leave you on his mind more often.

It’ll start with visits for advice on your material and projects. You are easy to get along with and even have some insightful commentary on the topics he speaks about.

Then come the complimentary coffees you bring— sometimes even some suggestions you bring to mix it up. He always enjoys them and thanks you for going out of your way to bring him the most delicate blends and flavors.

Then come the few invites to lunch. First at the university’s cafe to continue the conversations. After a few weeks you offer lunch at nearby places just outside campus. “It’ll make a nice change of scenery and the weather is lovely for a walk today, don’t you think, Professor Yang?” you’ll suggest oh so sweetly. And with that kind and genuine smile you give, how could he refuse? There are some subconscious thoughts that go through his mind wondering if you’re his favorite student. A strange one indeed given you took his lecture last semester and others a few years while you worked on your bachelor’s, but aren’t a student of his currently.

Your meetings during his office hours continue— a bit more scattered throughout the week and with more days in between. Welt starts to look forward to seeing you in his office, two coffees in hand. Lately he’s all you can think about. It becomes more of a frequent guilty pleasure as you show up in tight pencil skirts and button up blouses that reveal a lacy set underneath if his eyes linger too long. You apologize for constant formal attire, throwing in some excuse about recent project presentations and an internship you began. His eyes follow you when you move to leave his office, eyes glued to the way the pencil skirt hugs all your curves in ways that have him a little dazed with new thoughts.

You start showing up on Fridays and later than usual to his office, skirt length just a little higher sometimes and giving him a tease with how your stockings complement your plush thighs so well. You apologize deeply for catching him at the end of his office hours— and before the weekend, no less. The campus is mostly empty with majority of students having left and only a few faculty still around. Your professor, being the kind soul he is, of course tells you it’s always a pleasure to have you in his office. And your attire today certainly is… special.

“Apologies, professor, I have a dinner later with some friends and don’t have time to go home and change,” you explain as you head toward his desk in practiced motions. Your weekly routines. Welt shuts the door, assuring you it’s no issue.

But it is an issue. His heart hammers rapidly in his chest as his eyes take in your attire against their will. How could a simple black dress hug your body in such a sinful way? Or was it just his mind?

His heart is swaying and his feelings will go through some internal turmoil as he begins to realize that his feelings are something more.

Still, ever the professional, he takes a seat at his desk and offers you the one in front of him. Same routine. Just another meeting.

And you break routine. Or break him.

His eyes follow your every move and gesture as you begin explaining some issues you’ve had with your thesis edits and research. Being so close to him, he can catch the subtle scent of your perfume. A warm and subtle citrus.

You apologize briefly, telling him you have to leave soon but needed his advice to get some edits done over the weekend. No need to apologize of course. His eyes follow your every move as you apply some lipstick on while he looks over your file that you emailed over. His heart beats louder and there are some images that come forth in his mind that he has to will away. He has long succumbed to these… questionable thoughts. And that’s putting it lightly.

“Professor?”

Oh. He had been staring idly, not even realizing you were so close to him now. Damn, he hasn’t even looked over the file yet.

Your sultry voice still rings like blaring alarms in his brain. He clears his throat and says he will look the files over more thoroughly and send you an email so you’re not late to your dinner.

Your laugh is heavenly as you point to something on the screen of note on the file. Something he doesn’t even register as his eyes immediately fall to the way your chest is mere inches from his face as you bend near him. The revealing low cut of your dress leaves little to the imagination.

“Professor Yang.” Your voice is just above a whisper, pulling his attention once more.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” you ask simply, hand on his shoulder making the skin under his dress shirt feel like it’s on fire.

Heat spreads to his entire body, mind blank. His eyes dart to your lips and linger there as he gulps. Hard.

With a chuckle, you lean down to press a kiss to his neck. An action he feels has an effect on him ten times more severe than if you were to kiss his cheek. It’s deliberate. It’s planned. And he wants more.

You tilt his chin up with a delicate hand. Welt is at your mercy, not making any indication of wanting these advances to stop. His eyes are on your lips again as you lean closer, and tilt your head with a sly smile.

“Seems this lipstick really is smudge-proof,” you say, examining the area where you placed your lips. Your eyes go back to his and suddenly his breath hitches in anticipation. “Professor.”

Welt shudders at the way the word rolls of your tongue. There’s jolts of electricity that run through his spine and spread through him in an addictive rush just from your voice. You have him inevitably wrapped around your finger.

“Again,” Welt says with a clear of his throat.

You climb onto his lap, checking his expression in case there was any indication he didn’t want your advances. The hardness painfully confined in his slacks says otherwise.

And you indulge him with a kiss on the lips. One you smile into as he goes in for another like a man starved. Welts rough hands grab at your soft thighs, pulling you closer against him. It’s like he can’t stop now that he’s started. He pushes the thought of someone walking into his office and being discovered engaging in these scandalous activities with a former student far back in his mind, like a fleeting thought he can’t be bothered to think of. Not right now, not when you’re mischievously tugging at his belt buckle. The serious gentleman everyone knows is quickly dissolving before you.

Several months of pleasantries and exchanges and patience finally leading up to exactly what you wanted. You can’t help but grin against his lips for your little victory.

[lesbonym]

★ Missing my anons so bad rnnnnn. Every single one that's been inactive, giving you so many kisses and pleading for you to come back 🥺

[fcthots]

Ok, so Jason knows how to cook and does 90% of it but he loves eating baked goods you make. It doesn't matter that he can make those things himself, it's special when you do it and the first time you bake him a birthday cake, he gets emotional and just sweeps you up in his arms to tell you how much he loves you.

Also may I have the 🍪 for anon?

Ofc! And I WAS LITERALLY THINK AB THIS THE OTHER DAY. I hate sweet stuff and cooking, but I would LOVE to bake for this man.

Jason cooks and you bake. That is the system. The first time you bake him anything, especially if it was on his birthday, he’d be smiling like and idiot for HOURS. He’d eat the entire thing. You’d tell him that it’s his day so you’re cleaning the dishes and when he tries, you swat his hand. He hugs you from behind the entire time you’re washing dishes. Every so often, he’ll plant a kiss on your head and say he loves you. He is so WHIPPED for you.

[devil-in-hiding]

Idk if you write a/b/o au type of stories and you can just ignore this one!

Imagine ABO Au where Military is full of Alphas and Betas only and omegas have no place for them.

Reader is an omega but nobody knows since she wear scent blockers or isolate herself during her heats, shes always been solo considering how much shes swift and can handle themselves, never wanting to he a team due to how risky it is. So imagine them being deployed and introduced to 141. Ghost and Price are alphas meanwhile soap and gaz the betas. They welcomed you and all that, amazed with your achievements and so on and so forth.

So imagine their surprise to suddenly see you missing. The boys went up to Laswell to confront about her issue but the only thing Lasswell could give is that you scheduled your usual leave from the military.

So now their curious and worried.

time skip to them finishing up a mission and your still not present, decided to pull up ur file and went to your house.

Also time skip to then being lost in the haze of your heat, pumping you and switching positions everytime someone wants a turn. And your insticts tell you nothing but take Simon's deep into your throat, John bending your back in half, Kyle forcing you in mating press and Johnny happily licking off the cum of oozing out of your hole.

Why would you ever this from them?

- 🍪

oh my god are you in my brain because i was toying around with an idea almost exactly like this the other night-

god i’m gonna bite a hole in my pillow i swear

[goblinontour]

hi make prof al beg pls n thanks

-cooks

yeah he’ll have to beg for forgiveness in between sobs