#🎀 need to taste his tongue in my mouth 🎀

[duketibbitswaifu]

Favorite part of Duke tibbits to bite?

🌸 Definitely his chest~1!!! ^-^ ❣️ ✨️ He has a permanent bite mark around his right nipple 😊 🌸

[sttoru]

Trueform sukuna who never kisses his concubines. EXCEPT he only kisses his favorite concubine aka reader 😞🎀

𝝑𝑒 synopsis. you’re the only one deserving of lord sukuna’s.. direct affection.

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!reader. fluff, suggestive at most. uhh exhibitionism ? kinda but nothing crazy sexual happens, so pda. size difference. reader gets called ‘doll.’

you’re standing at the entrance of the estate, along with some other concubines. four of them. uraume is there with you as well. you’re all awaiting the one person you’re serving; ryomen sukuna.

it’s silent. the women don’t dare to speak up nor do they dare address you in a menacing manner because of uraume’s presence. you’re thankful for them. you really don’t want to have another petty fight with the concubines. not before your little trip to the village nearby.

you’re all accompanying sukuna to meet up with an infamous clan leader. it’s official business, but you’re needed as a sign of your lord’s high status. you’re basically his trophies that he likes to show off.

“interesting choice of clothing,” sukuna finally shows up. you all bow, showing respect. you look up and only then realise that he’s addressing you. his eyes wander over your figure, “who’s chosen that for you?”

you glance down at your kimono. it’s a beautiful red—suiting the color of sukuna’s eyes. your hair is put up in a neat bun, with a matching crimson hairpin that represented who you belong to.

him.

“my lady-in-waiting, my lord,” you say quietly. you cannot see it, yet can easily feel it; the jealous glares from the four women. they’re dressed in the exact same color red, yet their lord hasn’t paid them any mind. not even a glance.

sukuna just hums in response and makes a mental note of your answer. at least his human servants are good for something. he continues to shamelessly check you out.

“lord sukuna,” uraume interrupts carefully. they bow their head once the king of curses looks their way with a stoic expression, “we’ll have to leave now if we wish to make it there at dawn.”

it’s a gentle reminder, but there’s some urgency in their voice. sukuna rolls his eyes—he may have some official business, but he’s not attending that. not before taking care of other more important stuff first. “silence,” he comments to uraume, heavy steps heading your way afterwards.

your eyes meet his. you blink in confusion, eyelashes fluttering. the sight makes sukuna’s hands twitch at his sides. the way you stare up at him with such naïveté is making him want to destroy it.

you’re unsure what sukuna wants from you. as he orders, everyone stays quiet. you watch as his big hands wrap around your body—your waist engulfed by his warm palms. your eyes widen, but before you can question his actions, your lips are sealed by his.

it’s rare that he does this. kissing sukuna is a privilege. one that no one has ever gotten the honour of having, except for you.

you’ve tasted him. you’ve felt his tongue slither against yours. you’ve had his saliva mix with yours. you’ve had him grunting in your mouth.

you’ve had it all.

no one says a thing. even as your feet are lifted from the ground by the sheer strength of sukuna’s grip on your small body. to reach his lips properly, he has to pick you up and hold you against his chest. it’s his favorite thing to do.

“pretty thing,” sukuna coos with a grin. you can feel his lips curling up menacingly against your mouth. it makes you whine. you instantly shut up once you realise that you’re still outside and surrounded by others—who are basically waiting on you two to be done.

you’re embarrassed to the point that you want nothing more than to hide your face against sukuna’s chest. but he will not let you until he’s had his fill. your tongues swirl around each other passionately, followed by him sucking on your bottom lip and biting it with his sharp fangs.

“my lord,” you whine quietly. you know this’ll end up like that one time in the garden. where he shamelessly took you in front of his servants. you’re unsure if it’s a smart thing to do right now. sukuna has an appointment to go to after all.

his mouth doesn’t stop interlocking with yours. his thick fingers tug at the hairs on the back of your neck, causing you to part your lips in surprise. the king of curses takes his chance and explores your warm little mouth. the one that he’s claimed as his the moment you became his concubine.

you tug at his sleeve as a reminder. sukuna grumbles in annoyance, but he knows you’re right; he should let go. his bottom set of eyes dart over to uraume for a second and upon seeing their expressionless yet determined face, he sighs.

all that official business can suck his dick.

sukuna finally detaches his lips from your now wet and swollen ones. you’re breathing hard, trying to catch your breath. you’re flustered to the point you actually bury your face into sukuna’s chiseled chest. you’re sure this’ll be the only talk around the estate for the upcoming week. you’ll become the victim of some more. . . bullying.

the king of curses notices that you don’t let go of him at all. he grins at the sight of you so desperately clinging onto him. he tries to undo the little mess he made of your once neat hair in the meantime.

“what? want me to carry you all the way there, doll?” sukuna raises an eyebrow, teasing you as per usual. you don’t let go of him since you’re still cooling off. you’ve never really kissed outside of the bedroom. it always happens behind closed doors, so this one time took you by surprise.

you shake your head and plop down on your feet again. “no, my apologies, my lord,” you straighten the material of your kimono and don’t even dare to look at the others. uraume would understand, since they’re used to their lord’s antics, but the concubines will cause big trouble once you’re back home.

sukuna nods in acknowledgment. he still got that evil smirk on his face. his thumb brushes the smudged lipstick from the corner of your mouth, cleaning up his mess once again. he’s nice enough to do so today.

“heh.” sukuna lets out an amused chuckle before walking away and ahead of you—the others silently following, as do you. you’re right behind him, on his right side, as he turns his head to yours, “just so y’know, i’m not done with you.”

you know sukuna isn’t. you can easily tell by the way that he didn’t even bother to wipe the lipstick from his own lips. he’s wearing that stain like it’s a medal of sorts. evidence that you’re the only one he’s ever going to show such affection to.

either way; you’re in for one hell of a ride once you’re back from your little business trip.

[eddiesghxst]

hiii bae culd u plzzz plz write a short blurb abt innocent reader giving eddie head & absolutely loosing it & worshipping his balls🎀🎀🐇

ggrrrrrrr

you’ve sucked him off before. many times actually, it’s arguably one of your favorite pastimes, having his thick cock filling your mouth— because eddie can stave off an orgasm for hours and you’ve got a thing for having any part of eddie munson in your mouth.

you get so shy everytime you ask, it’s adorable. you’re all squirmy and soft spoken, asking to see his cock, asking if you can play with him like it’s not the only thing eddie is ever thinking about.

so you’re laying there between his spread thighs, tummy pressed into his messy bed sheets as you lazily mouth at his cock while he channel surfs.

he lets you do your thing, hardly pays any mind to you except for when he feels himself getting close and has to grip your hair to warn you to back off.

and because he’s hardly paying attention to you, he doesn’t notice how soft your eyes get, glazed, spaced out and low, blinking slowly as you just make out with his cock.

you want him everywhere. need to taste every inch of him. you don’t realize what you’re doing as you slowly descend, but eventually you’re rolling your tongue over his full balls. soaking them in spit and precum, lulling your eyes closed as you nuzzle into him, nose pressed against salty wet skin.

eddie taps in then. jolts when he feels your warm mouth suckling his balls, so wet and sloppy and greedy. he’s shocked, almost wants to pull you off and ask how your greedy little whore mouth got there, but then you’re sucking his full sack into your mouth and eddie’s eyes are rolling.

his thighs open wider, hips shifting up to give you easier access as you fucking devour him— it’s like you want to suck his cum out straight from the source.

you spend as much time as you can there until you run out of breath and part with a wet gasp, strings of spit bowing and snapping onto his thighs and your lips.

and he smells so fucking good like this. so raw and full of sex, you can’t stop yourself from pressing your nose into his balls, nosing up and rubbing your lips against him.

“f-fuck, you’re so fucking dirty. you like that? you like having my balls in your face?” he teases.

you whine, shifting against his sheets as you sloppily mouth at his full and heavy sack.

“yes daddy, love your balls— so much…” you shakily breathe— so fucking out of it.

eddie doesn’t last a second longer, he comes in thick ropes of white, splattering across your cheek and forehead, cursing your name and calling you a dirty slut.

it’s safe to say, that isn’t the last time eddie’s balls end up in your mouth <3

[murdrdocs]

idc what anyone says but luke will worship every inch of u, like that man will get on his knees and look up at u with the biggest puppy dog eyes while saying the most filthy shit, and like just imagine pulling on his fluffy hair 😵‍💫 - 🎀

explicit content; MDNI

his hands are engulfing your thighs, rough palms running up and down the exposed skin with mindless movements. his brown eyes staring at all of you, a particular focus point being the pretty little panties you chose for the day.

"wore these just for me?" he teases, lifting an eyebrow and jutting his chin in the direction of the manufactured bow in the center of them. as if you needed attention called to the garment.

you nod, humming affirmatively and trying to hide how impatient you are by digging your hands into the sheets on either side of you.

if he noticed your impatience, he didn't show it.

"what about up there?" luke's eyes lift to your covered chest. "got something pretty to show me up there too?"

your hands, satisfied to have something to do now, lift your camp tee over your head, revealing the skin of your abdomen inch by inch, trailing up to the simple but effective matching bra you wear.

he whistles lowly, as if he's catcalling you, and the sound makes you snort unattractively. of course, luke doesn't care.

he kisses the tops of your thighs, beginning his journey up, a passage way traveled by kissing from your navel to your cleavage. all the while he's forcing you to lay back with his adoring assault.

"my pretty, pretty girl," he's saying over and over again, filling your head with even more egotistical praises.

"sweetest girl there's ever been." lie. "prettiest girl." depends. "with the best pussy, too." now that ...

he's at your lips by now, nudging the tip of your nose with his as he speaks vulgar words to you, eyes intently watching for your reaction.

you were close to brushing him off, making a remark about his filthy mouth in an attempt to hide how affected you were. but, as if he sensed this, luke acted before you could.

he slides his hand down your torso, lodging his fingertips between the elastic of your panties and your skin. he inches his hand lower and lower until his hand cups your bare mound where he urges a finger into the wet warmth gathered along your cunt before tediously bring the digit out and to his mouth.

he slips the finger onto his tongue, accepting your wide-eyed gaze while he hollows his cheeks out and sucks the skin clean.

when the finger is gone from the space, and his lips are close to yours once more, he tells you, "and i mean it," just before closing the tiny gap and sharing the bitter taste of you with firm presses of his tongue against yours.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Plus size bimbo making Spencer pussydrunk??

maybe a little mommy kink?

-🎀anon

fem bimbo!plus size reader, wc: 252. nsfw.

a/n: hello hello my beautiful 🎀 anon!! thank you so much for your request! writing this caused a lot of scandalous thoughts LMAOOO.

Spencer had no idea where his head was at, all of thoughts just being filled with you, you, you.

Your thick, luscious thighs surrounded him, holding his face against your light pink lace pantie covered cunt that he had shamelessly pulled to the side. Your beautiful tits sat delicately in a similar colored bra, pushed together and on display for his viewing pleasure even though his eyes were closed.

He was drowning in you and the delicate whimpers and moans that he was pulling out of your mouth with every suck he delivered to your overstimulated clit. It was like once he goes down on you his brain gets turned into mush, your taste and your smell practically hypnotizing, coaxing him to stay forever.

“Spencie baby, please!” You whined, tugging at his hair. His head lifted off of you, his lips in the form of a pout. “Mommy I - I need- I can’t…” He was trying to complain, but about what? How he doesn’t want to leave? About how good you taste? How he wants you to suffocate him? To render him nothing but at your mercy?

It was clear to you that he was pussydrunk, and it was endearing. Though your legs were trembling and your pussy pulsing, you released your hold on his locs, cupping his jaw and dragging your thumb across his arousal stained lips.

“It’s okay, Spence it’s okay.” You cooed, leading him back down to your cunt where his tongue quickly found home in your aching hole.

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[euphemiaamillais]

playing dangerous pt 2 - coriolanus snow 🎀

coriolanus snow has always wanted the perfect woman. he’s searched high and low, among the likes of heiresses and actresses, and even—though he’d never dare admit it—district girls. he’s given up hope, until he finds you. you’re perfect—innocent, beautiful and obedient. he’s been watching you for months, and one night, he just can’t resist taking you home and making you his.

cw: 18+//kidnapping//eventual stockholm syndrome//mentions of suicide/suicidal ideation//emotional manipulation//mentions of sex/sexual harassment

part 1 is here

you wake to the sunlight streaming through the french doors the next morning. your head is pounding, not doubt from the posca. while it had sent you into a dreamless sleep, you can feel a throbbing hangover coming on. there is little noise in the house, nothing but your breathing gracing your ears, and for a moment you forget where you were.

but when you feel the restraint around your wrist, you remember that you were in some strange man’s apartment, subject to his every whim. which, so far, you were thankful, had only been eating the food he’d brought you.

the door opens, and he comes in baring more food. this time, an assortment of spreads and toast. at least he has the decency to feed you well, though you can’t help but wonder if the food is laced with poison. you’re too starving to think too much about it though.

‘good morning,’ he grins, a positively psychopathic gaze in his eyes. he sets the tray down, and presses a kiss to your forehead. ‘did you sleep well, darling?’

you shudder at the pet name. ‘well, my wrist really hurts,’ you pout, wondering if he will be swayed by your wide eyes. ‘do you think you could loosen the restraint?’

you’re also aware of your bladder pressing against your stomach, full from last night’s posca, and you’re reminded of how desperately you need to go.

‘once you’ve eaten,’ he promises, and turns to start buttering the toast. the sweet aroma of jams and spreads fills your nose, your mouth watering. ‘what would you like, princess?’

you glance at the array, and decide on a thick pot of strawberry jam. you’d eat that every morning at home, with a cup of tea. alas, there only seems to be a very milky cup of coffee on the tray, but it’s better than nothing.

‘strawberry jam, please,’ you offer a smile, and he begins to spread the confiture across the golden toast. it does look delicious.

‘there you go,’ he hands you the toast. he’s even sliced it into little triangles, worried that you won’t be able to eat it in such big slices, seeing as you’re just so delicate.

he watches you eat it up like it’s your last meal, surprisingly ravenous for a girl your size. your tongue glides over some of the jam, and he feels his hands clench as you do so. it’s so seductive, even though you mean it with complete innocence. he can’t help but think of you doing that as you suck his cock, pink tongue gliding over the aching tip of his shaft…

‘thank you,’ you offer, seeing how he eyes you.

he hands you the cup of coffee, a little embarrassed that it’s so milky—he was distracted by the thought of you, waiting for him in that room, that he’d poured too much in. you accept it, a little disgusted by the bitter taste—you were never one for coffee—but down it with a forced smile on your face.

‘good girl,’ he coos, placing one hand on your thigh. ‘you’re so good to me, don’t you know that?’

he looks crazed, blue eyes glistening with insanity, praising you in spite of only knowing you for what, twenty-four hours? you wonder if your parents have thought to go looking for you. your mother is probably weeping. your stomach churns at the thought.

‘would i, uh, please be able to use the bathroom,’ you are clenching your legs together in desperation, bladder throbbing with need.

he tilts his head, but sees the way you gnaw at your lips. he can’t have you wetting yourself again, now that would just be humiliating.

‘alright. but you’ll have to let me in there with you,’ he admits, and you cast him an exasperated look.

‘no!’ your eyes swell up in mortification. ‘please, it’s so… embarrassing…’

he sighs, moving his hand further up your thigh, fiddling with the hem of your silky slip. ‘if you want to use the bathroom, i’ll need to watch you in case you try to hurt yourself. i can’t have you bleeding out on the tiles…’

he winces a little at the thought of you trying to slit your wrists with his razor, too distraught at the idea of having to be his that you’d rather be welcomed into the arms of death. no, you wouldn’t allow that to happen. you’re his girl.

‘oh..’ your voice trails off. you find it hard to rebut him, you’re so desperate to go. ‘okay.’

you cede all right to him, losing what seemed to be the last bit of your autonomy left. he loosens the restraint, and you clutch your wrist, nursing the nagging ache that has been bothering you all night. you see the french doors, and debate throwing yourself off the balcony. however, it’s foolish. falling that far would be terrifying—worse than a life spent with this man, whatever his name is—and so you follow him as he guides you to the bathroom.

the apartment is more gorgeous than the bedroom. high walled and of black marble, it stretches out across what appears to be the entire floor—and you come to realise that it’s the penthouse. whoever he is, he must have a lot of money. you’re not very interested in politics, but you know president ravenstill has many cronies—perhaps he’s one of them.

the bathroom is cold when you enter, but you’re so desperate to go that you rush to the toilet. you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror; you look awful. your hair is matted, and you’ve got a few fresh bruises trailing up your arm; pink and purple dots spoiling the skin. you don’t smell great either, and eye the beautiful shower in the corner.

he is watching you like a hawk, and if you weren’t in such a great need to go, you probably wouldn’t have been able to. you feel a wave of relief wash over you as you finish, and go to wash your hands with one of his fancy soaps. when you’re done, you turn to him, a tender look on your face.

‘would i be able to use your shower?’ you ask, biting at your lip. his heart pounds in his chest. his cock stirred a little at the thought of getting to see your naked form. not that he’d fuck you just yet, but the notion that he’d merely get to see you was too much.

‘of course, sweetheart,’ he nods, grabbing two towels from the cupboard by the sink.

you go to turn the faucet, getting splashed a little by the hot water. it feels delicious against your freezing skin, though. you turn back to glance at him, willing him away with your mind, but he remains.

‘would i be able to do it, alone?’ you ask softly, but he shakes his head. your heart drops.

‘i’m sorry princess, you know my rules. i’ve got to make sure you don’t hurt yourself. i couldn’t have that now, could i?’ he asks, tilting his head. you shake yours in response, and more than humiliated, you begin to strip yourself off.

he watches as you pull your slip off, revealing an elegant figure, a perfect ass, and long legs. you shiver, more out of embarrassment than cold, deeply ashamed to be exposing yourself to a man. nobody’s ever seen you this naked before, and you’re shy about the way you look. he’s begging you to turn around so he can see the front of you, but you attempt to manoeuvre yourself so that he can’t see your breasts or other parts.

the water warms your skin, and you toss your head back in delight, feeling it soak your hair and wash away the grimy feeling. you face away from him, and when you have to reach to grab the soap, do your best to move in a way that he can only see your back. it’s the least humiliating way. you’d never thought any man but your husband would see you like this, but clearly, he had other ideas.

coriolanus had to settle his breath in attempt to fight the growing erecetion in his trousers, seeing you so bare was too exciting. he wishes you’d turn around, wondering how pretty your breasts would look, how pink your nipples would be, and if your cunt was as lovely as he’d imagined. he wanted so badly to touch you, to slip his fingers inside of your tight pussy and watch you writhe beneath him. he wondered if you’d ever touched yourself—he doubted you had. you were too innocent for that.

you lather the shampoo in your hair, feeling great relief as you wash your scalp clean. you run your fingers through the mats, wincing a little as they tug. he’s got some lovely smelling soaps, you have to admit, and while you let the shampoo sit, you rub your skin with one that smells like roses. you take care of course to wash between your thighs, embarrassed that you’d supposedly wet yourself the day before, and freshen yourself up with the scent of the rose soap.

soon enough, you’re smelling lovely; it’s potent but in a clean way, the smell pleasant to your nose. you finish washing the shampoo out, and go to scramble for the conditioner when you realise that it’s not there.

‘excuse me,’ you attempt to shout with your back turned to the wall.

‘i can’t hear you, princess. turn around,’ he laughs a little, watching as you squirm, terrified of exposing yourself to him.

‘please, i just want the conditioner,’ you beg, feeling like a pathetic fool, having to plead for something as simple as hair conditioner.

‘you have to turn around for me to give it to you,’ he warns, holding the bottle in his hands.

you sigh, and remembering the knots in your hair, realising you have little choice in whether or not to turn around. you can’t have those clumps getting any worse. so, deeply ashamed, you surrender yourself to him, sliding the shower door open and stretching a hand out.

‘see, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?’ he inquires, and seeing the cruel look in his eyes, you shake your head, afeared of what he’ll do if you utter something that won’t please him.

‘you’ll learn,’ he warns as you grasp for the bottle, his other hand gripping your wrist before you can move away. ‘that i always get what i want. okay, princess? you can’t just hide yourself from me.’

he brushes your wet hair to one side, fingers trailing down to your bare breast. he doesn’t dare touch you too much, but ghosts his fingers over to remind you that this is his now. you belong to him, whether you decide to obey him or not. he knows you’ll learn to love him soon enough, and be a drooling mess, begging for his cock to fill you up.

‘so pretty,’ he murmurs, and you shudder, feeling cold droplets of water hit your back. the shower is still running, and you’re aching to get back in and finish washing your hair.

he lets you go, but watches you with scrutiny, admiring every footstep you take back to the shower. you’re so beautiful, and all his… how utterly perfect you are. after what had seemed like a lifetime of searching, he’d finally got what he wanted.

now all he had to do was make you his, in body and in heart.

—

you’d dried off after your shower, and he’d given you a robe to wear because your slip needed to be washed. you feel horribly naked, wishing there was something to wear other than a robe. it would be easy for him to take advantage of you, hands roaming up your robe to caress your thighs, and god knows what else. you’d never been touched by a man before, having only had a few stolen kisses with some of your classmates at the academy, but you were too shy to have let any of them take you.

and besides, your father was insistent that you had remained pure until he found you a suitable husband. preferably one of president ravenstill’s many sons. you got more for a virgin, as disgusting as the notion was. they were a rare commodity in the capitol these days.

once he had tied your restraint back—to your other wrist this time, he really was so kind—he pressed a kiss to your cheek and told you he was going out. you were upset, he hadn’t told you how long he would be, whether or not you were going to be alone for the rest of the day, but you didn’t press further. at least you wouldn’t have to worry about him assaulting you any further. god knows what he’d do if he sat with you, barely clothed, for more than a few minutes.

so, quite bored, you sit and run your mind across who he could possibly be. he’s got an almost familiar face; noble, an aquiline nose and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen. he can’t be that much older than you, twenty-two at most. perhaps he was a senior when you were a freshman at the academy? you remember that year well, that girl lucy gray had won, though it you were advised to forget about it, with the threat of dr. gaul turning you into one of her creations if you didn’t comply with the secret-keeping.

you’re sure you went to school together, but you can’t place his name. he’s probably from one of those old families, judging from the fact that he’s got connections with president ravenstill and how his apartment is carved out of fucking marble. your family is wealthy, sure, but you’ve never seen an apartment like this in your life. has he been watching you since your days at the academy? the thought sends a shiver down your spine.

you wonder why he even chose you, of all people? what kind of person would kidnap someone instead of talking to them? he’s obviously got psychopathic tendencies. and he’s mentioned he wants you all for himself—why could he not just have approached you and asked if you wanted to go to a restaurant in town? you would’ve accepted; he’s handsome and wealthy.

there is something brutal about him, you think. some notion of possessing you that makes his blood run hot. he can’t let anybody else have you, it seems, which is why he won’t even let you go free from the room. you’re too scared of death to try anything foolish like suicide, but perhaps if you managed to slit your wrists artfully enough you’d just end up in hospital. your parents would be able to come get you.

if he decides to touch you, you could always cry rape. that’s if the authorities would listen. but from the looks of things, the peacekeepers would do very little, and his connections that he’s mentioned would probably leave him with legal immunity. it’s a hopeless and dire situation.

you find that your face has been stained with tears—you’ve been crying, it seems. you were so caught up in your thoughts that you had hardly noticed how distraught it had made you. your lip trembles when you question whether or not you’ll ever go free. what if he keeps you here forever? what if you’re never able to go outside again, to feel the snow on your cheeks, the sun caressing your neck with its warm rays? it’s too awful to bear.

—

he returns home in a good mood, and when he opens the door to your room, there’s a smile playing upon his lips. he’s carrying an array of bags, looking almost like the women who spend their hours shopping at the ominous capitol mall. you eye him curiously, wondering if he’s come true on his promise and purchased you something more than a flimsy slip to wear.

he sets them down at the end of the bed, and undoes your restraint, which leaves you feeling more suspicious. it usually takes more convincing than a sad-eyed gaze. you crawl to the bags, your curiosity getting the better of you, and open the largest one.

there’s a lot of pink tissue paper, scented with the potent aroma of lavender, and you pull it out a little carelessly. he sees the joy light up on his face when you pull out the first dress. it’s simple, but you do have to admit, very pretty. it’s made of black satin and is quite short, but it will do—perhaps he intends to let you leave the house after all.

you dig through the rest of the bags, quite pleased with what he’s purchased you. clearly he had somebody help him; while he has good taste for a man, he obviously wouldn’t know much about what you liked in particular. you were grateful for the sweaters and tights, thinking about how frigid it was.

the last bag he pulls out from under his arm. it’s small, and the tissue paper has a familiar scent you recognise; not like the lavender of the other ones, but a more sensuous musky smell. you recall your friends going into that store to buy things to wear for their boyfriends. you shudder thinking of what he could’ve purchased for you.

he slips his hand inside the bag, and pulls out a tiny, silky thing that you’re sure will barely even cover your ass. at least it’s not as blatantly obvious as a lingerie set, but you’re still aware of his intentions.

‘i want you to put this on, now,’ he commands, handing the slip to you. it’s a soft pink, and the hem is edged with chantilly lace. if it wasn’t from him, you probably would’ve actually liked it.

‘do i have to?’ you ask, and are immediately met with a warning glare. you’ve stepped too far—and he hoists you up from the bed.

he grips at the sleeves of your robe, pulling you flush against him. his breath is heavy, and his eyes are brimming with anger. your heart pounds, and you’re certain he can hear it. hear your fear.

‘you will do as i say,’ he seethes, using one hand to undo the tie of the robe, aggressively shoving it off your shoulders.

you shiver, the robe falling to the ground, and you cling to grasp at your breasts, covering yourself up for shame. he grabs the slip, careful not to ruin it, and forces it over your head.

you were right about it being tiny. he stands back and admires you, the way it hardly covers the top of your breasts, leaving little to the eye, and how the hemline comes just under your ass.

‘turn around,’ he says, an awaiting gaze on his face.

you turn, and hear him groan a little, the soft curve of the bottom of your ass sticking out of the slip. he’s so blatant about his desire, dressing you up like a little doll and making you spin for him, showing yourself off to him. it feels unnatural, vain in fact.

‘god, you look so fucking perfect in that,’ he sighs, wrapping his arms around your waist. you feel something hard pressing against your ass, and try not to let yourself tremble with fear.

‘so pretty, baby,’ he presses a hot kiss to the nape of your neck, lips moving down your collarbone. ‘i could just eat you right up… you’d like that, wouldn’t you?’

you say nothing, too shocked for words. you feel his teeth graze against your shoulder skin, sucking a soft bruise—marking you as his own.

‘hm? why won’t you speak. i love it when i see your pretty lips tremble around the words. you’re scared, aren’t you?’ his breath is hot against your skin, but you feel so cold. his hands are like ice.

‘i’m sorry…’ you offer, but he gives your hip a pinch and you cry out.

‘you’re sorry? that’s not good enough. i need to know how thankful you are that i’ve bought you such pretty clothes,’ he scowls.

‘thank you,’ you realise you don’t know his name, and thus the words fall flat.

‘thank you? come on, that’s pathetic, sweetheart,’ he laughs, the sound ringing loud in your ears.

‘i don’t even know your name,’ you attempt to face him, but his hold is so tight that you’re locked in.

‘mhm…’ he sighs. ‘i’m sure if i tell me you’ll remember. we were at the academy together, but you were so small then. probably too afraid of the seniors to say a word.’

your mind flashes back to being fourteen—it’s not that long ago, and yet it feels like a lifetime has passed. his sandy hair and icy blue eyes—of course. he was the mentor of lucy gray… the one who had turned her into such a spectacle. coriolanus snow. you remember now. he disappeared for a few months, sent to 12. you paid little attention to politics, you were too young to care.

‘snow,’ you murmur, and he nods, a proud sound coming from his lips.

‘there you go,’ he coos, stroking your arm. ‘see, you’re not completely stupid? all that babbling and yet you were still able to recall my name.’

you’re so pathetic, he thinks. so stupid that you’ll probably be in love with him soon enough. he thinks about how desperate you’ll be for his cock, begging and whining like a little whore, mouth agape and waiting to receive him. he’s reminded of the hard bulge that’s pressing at your ass, and wonders if it’s too soon to satisfy himself with you.

‘i just can’t wait to have you,’ he whispers in your ear. you feel your stomach churn with terror. ‘can’t believe you’re not even wearing any panties… what a fucking whore. you didn’t even think to put them on.’

he’d bought you many pairs of lace underwear, but you’d left them at the bottom of the bag, too ashamed to even dare putting them on. in hindsight, you only left yourself more vulnerable. there was nothing keeping him from slipping his hand between your legs now.

‘please…’ your lip trembles. ‘i can’t do that.’

your legs shake a little, and he shoves you down on the bed. he stands above you, locking your legs between his thighs, and crosses his arms in disappointment.

‘but i’ve been so good to you,’ he clicks his tongue in displeasure. ‘i bought you all these pretty things… and you won’t even wear them for me!’

‘i’m sorry,’ you plead, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. ‘please—i’ve never done anything like that before. i wouldn’t even know what to do!’

a malicious grin plays at his lips. ‘oh, but that’s even better. i can teach you how to please me. you’d like that, wouldn’t you? getting on your knees for me and showing me how well you can take my cock? or perhaps i can take you from behind…’

you squirm, trying to scramble away across the bed, but he pulls you right back to where you’re sitting.

‘shhh, i won’t hurt you, i promise. you’re like a little doll. i couldn’t bear to break you,’ he coos, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. ‘you’ll be good for me, won’t you?’

‘yes,’ you force yourself to reply, the threat of his touches more than enough to get you to obey.

‘yes what?’ he quirks a brow, a warning gaze in his eyes.

‘yes sir,’ you reply, watching as a look of satisfaction crosses his face.

‘such a good girl, hm?’ he sticks a hand between your thighs, tracing the sensitive skin.

you can’t help but gasp—his cold hands make your skin dance with goosebumps. you hate that there’s a tingling coming from your core. your body is betraying you, signalling that you want him to touch you again.

‘look at you squirm, it’s pathetic,’ he laughs, gripping your thigh with his big hands. ‘i’ll leave you for now, sweetheart.’

he removes his touch, and begins to walk to the door. you notice he’s not tied your restraint this time, and choose not to say anything. a devious look draws upon his face.

‘don’t think you’ve escaped me yet. i’m still waiting for you to thank me properly,’ he warns, and you sink back into the bed, feeling utterly hopeless.

what are you supposed to do? surrender yourself to him willingly, or let him have you one way or another? there’s very little choice in the matter.

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[drowsynyuu]

JJK MEN EDGING YOU ミ★

NSFW BELOW~ jjk masterlist!!

cw: afab reader, edging (obviously i mean it IS in the title so-), teasing, oral (reader and masc receiving), pussydrunk choso :3, ngl choso accidentally edged you but he makes up for it 🎀, choso cries while you suck his dick 😇, rough sex !!, there’s a part where shiu comes on your coochie lips but not inside 😵‍💫

a/n: i think it’s obvious who’s my favorite out of all of them 😁

suguru // “there we go.. keep relaxing for me baby..” suguru muttered softly as he kept your hips over his lap, his fingers curling to reach the parts you never could inside your cunt.

“mmm.. sugu, i’m close.. gonna cum soon..” you whined softly, arching your back a little.

“are you, baby? gonna cum for me?” he asked, a little smirk on his face as his other hand gave your ass a little squeeze. he chuckled as you whimpered, nodding. “go ahead baby.. let me see you cum..” he said as he sat back, a smug look of his face as an idea brewed up in his head.

you couldn’t even think at that point, biting your lip as you prepared for the intense orgasm building up. but right as you were about to cum, you felt his fingers pull out, making you cry out in frustration.

“ohh i know, baby.. you wanted to cum.. but i couldn’t resist it.. just needed to see that exact frustrated look on you..” he teased, his hand touching his cock through his underwear a little.

choso // choso let out a soft groan as he gripped your thighs, your legs resting over his shoulders as he eagerly lapped his tongue at your cunt. “tastes so good, baby..” he murmured as he closed his eyes, completely focused on your pretty moans.

he could stay between your thighs for hours if you’d let him, not a single care for his cock that’s getting pressed on the sheets through his sweatpants.

he hadn’t even realized that you were building up to your orgasm, you weren’t one to show what you felt through your body. so when he pulled away to give your thigh a gentle kiss, he was a little surprised when you let out a soft whine.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asked, a little worried as he met eyes with you.

“i was gonna cum..” you frowned, seeing choso’s eyes soften in response.

“i’m sorry.. didn’t mean to do that..” he murmured as he moved to give your lips a few gentle kisses, letting you get a taste of yourself. “i’ll let you do stuff to me.. as an apology..” he muttered against your lips.

so that’s how you found yourself sitting in front of him, looking in his eyes as you gently pumped his cock. his sweatpants were tugged down to his thighs, his precum leaking everywhere. he let out breathy moans as he covered his face with his arm, his face flushed as he almost cried from the pleasure.

his breath hitched as he felt you take his cock in your mouth, biting his lip as he moved his arm to look down at you. “oh fuck..” he whimpered at the sight. you looked so good when you sucked his dick, but he honestly thought you were always looking good no matter what you were doing. “that feels.. so fucking good..” he whined, sniffling as he rested his eyes back.

his eyebrows furrowed as his lips parted, his hands shakingly searching for something to hold onto, settling for the sheets.

“oh my god..” he whined, his voice breaking as his eyes watered. “keep going, baby.. ‘m gonna cum soon..” he moaned. “shit..” he muttered as he felt the vibrations of your small chuckle.

right as he thought you’d make him cum, he felt your lips off his cock, a smug look on your face as he looked down at you to complain. “i’m sorry, baby.. please— i just wanna cum, please.. i’ll make you cum lots after i promise!” he begged, his face flushed.

“yeah? you won’t stop right before i cum again?” you asked, gently massaging his thigh.

lesson learned.

shiu // you had accidentally came way too early than intended while riding shiu, so now he had you pushed over his lap while he roughly fucked into you from behind.

“what was that, baby?” shiu teased, pretending like he didn’t hear your plethora of apologies and cries.

“‘s too much.. can feel you so deep..” you whimpered, reaching behind to cling onto his arms. you could hear him let out a slight groan from the feeling of your nails almost digging into his arms.

“you close? feeling your cunt basically trapping me inside you..” he teased, smirking when you nodded. “do you wanna cum, baby?” he asked, “oh i bet, hm..” he spoke after you nodded.

“shiu..” you whined, your eyes rolling back a little as your back arched a little. you gasped as you felt his cock prod deeper inside you, almost scrambling your insides.

shiu smirked when he saw all the telltale signs of your impending orgasm, pulling out last second. it didn’t even process in your mind that he didn’t let you cum until you felt the tight feeling disappear. instead you felt his cum shooting onto your pussy, making a mess of you. “shiu! you asshole..” you frowned as you looked behind you to glare at him, only for a whimper to leave your lips as he harshly slapped your ass.

“doesn’t feel nice when it’s you getting denied, hm?” he grinned, leaning down to kiss you before he guided his cock back inside your cunt.

[stanpinesdykewife]

ME AGAIN hi hi nothing extravagant as i don’t want to overwhelm you, but i’ve been rereading your works again and i’m just DYING to know your personal headcanons for stan, either sfw, nsfw or both!!! thank you for your work you’re amazing 💗💗💗 - 🎀

THIS I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS… thank you so much for this ask what a super fun idea!!!! here goes!!!

under the cut: sfw and nsfw stan headcanons… as your boyfriend!! (i’m blushing) (no gendered pronouns used)

(bonus: fic rec at the bottom)

sfw:

big on chivalry! says he was raised “right” and he’s a “gentleman” etc. holds open doors for you and offers his arm instead of holding hands. also really big on flowers or other gifts

pointedly uses the word “date” instead of just inviting you out: “great! it’s a date!” vs “let’s go out tonight” (yes he thinks there’s a difference)

can’t keep his hands off you! always needs to be touching your waist, your back, your wrist, or at least standing close enough to know you’re right next to him

cheesy flirt!! loves the yawn and stretch to put his arm over you. constantly uses his bank of pick-up lines on you: “did it hurt?... when you fell from heaven?” and “you got a map? cuz i just got lost in your eyes!” probably studied a book of them in high school

that being said stan gets so easily flustered it’s hilarious HAHAHA the second you flirt back or even give him a smile and a Look up and down he’s sweating

never admits that he gets flustered because he’s used to the idea of being a Big Macho Man. but he knows you know that he knows how easily you can make him melt

enjoys you playing with his face like feeling up his jaw and cheeks and nose and mouth. it makes him feel pretty!

loves holding you in his lap… will refuse to admit his legs are numb in favor of hugging you around your waist and nuzzling the back of your head

loves loves loves teasing you! like grabbing things out of your hands and holding them high up, grabbing your waist and holding you hostage when you try to stand or leave the room, constantly asking “what’s in it for me?” whenever you ask him to cut it out or do something simple like pass your phone. but stan will never ever say no to a kiss

nsfw:

obvious in all my fics but stan cannot shut up. he loves to talk during sex and loves to make you talk back: begging for him, asking “politely” for him to touch you, telling him how good you feel

MAJOR praise kink. huge. the reason he’s so chatty during sex is to make sure you want the things he wants. he craves the validation that he makes you feel good. LOVES to hear you moan and make noise for him

BIG SERVICE GUY!!! loves going down on you. literally moans into you because he loves the taste and how good it feels for you. probably came in his pants once or twice just from palming himself during it

loves to overstimulate you. always reminds you to literally shove his head away if it’s too much because he gets so lost in how loud you get

he’s kind of gross lol he’ll wipe his sex hands all up on his clothes or sheets and not bother washing his hands unless you tell him to

BIG kisser. lots of tongue. he doesn’t have much experience kissing so he’s really sloppy with it especially during sex when he’s trying to kiss you and fuck you at the same time

tits guy! doesn’t even matter whether you have tits or not. he loves them and loves nipples in his mouth especially when you arch your chest up to him

loves coming inside

he’s so gross! if he doesn’t come in you he’ll come ON you and smear it into your skin. the messier the better

aftercare is so important to him after meeting you… he doesn’t have much experience with it himself but he adores you and can’t help himself from snuggling up even if you’re complaining about how gross the sheets are

he definitely gets generous after a good fuck. will run out to get you water or snacks or just some wipes to get you cleaned up!!

(inspo from Must See: Mystery Shack by guilty_pleasures_abound)

all done! this was so fun! would love more hc requests whether it be for more stan-centric ones or other characters/scenarios!!

[nikguhsworld]

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪...contents : gojo x fem! reader, smut, horny reader, praise, missionary, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, princess, beautiful, pretty), begging, teasing, gojo loves praising you.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪...notes : this is my first writing so pls be nice lol😭

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you and gojo had been laying down watching a movie for the past thirty minutes. as much as you love cudling with him, you simply couldnt fight how horny you felt. the way his arm was wrapped around your waist, warm breath tickling your neck and chest pressed up again your back definetely wasnt helping either.

you slowly started fidgeting against him, moving your hips in circular motions to get his attention. he shuffled slightly, assuming that you were moving around to try and get comfortable but when your hips didnt stop moving he realised what you were up to.

"baby what are doing?" satoru whispered softly, you could feel him grinning against your ear. "mmm, nothing," you muttered in the most innocent voice you could. " just getting comfortable."

"you sure?" he teased "if somethings wrong you can tell me you know ." he knew exactly what was wrong, he just wanted to hear you say it.

satoru loved hearing you beg for him. he would purposely ignore when you were horny until you told him directly and even when you did he would tease you until you were begging him to fuck you.

"im sure," you answered. he didnt say anything back, he just pulled you closer and rested his head against your shoulder. you continued grinding your ass against him, switching your movements from side to side to in a circle every once in a while.

satoru tried to act like you werent affecting him, but the way his grip on ur waist had tightened, his breathing had gotten deeper and his dick was now ridiculously hard told you everything you needed to know.

all this wasnt just for him. with each movement, you found yourself getting more desperate for his touch. it took everything in you not to turn around and tell him how badly you needed him, but satoru was constantly teasing you so you continued teasing him.

satoru was still trying hard not to give into you. his head was burried in your neck, eyes closed trying not to groan into your skin. his grip on your waist was beginning to get painful and so was your aching clit.

you grabbed his hand and moved it down into your panties. his head immediantly lifted from your neck and as soon as he felt how wet you were he snapped.

he turned you around to face him before smashing his lips into yours. usually his kisses were soft and gentle to begin with but this one was rough and sloppy. his hand gripped your ass harshly causing you to moan. he used this as an oppurtunity to swirl his tongue around your mouth, taking in every bit of your taste.

"is this what you wanted?" he spoke as pulled away to lay you on your back and climb on top of you. "answer me princess, was all that moving about just so i could touch you?"

"maybe," you said, pulling on his shirt to bring him back down to you. "so fucking needy," he mumbled into your lips before kissing them once again. you wrapped your arms around his neck, stroking his undercut with the tips of your fingers causing him to groan into the kiss.

he pulled away again, moving down towards your neck and peppering kisses behind your ear. one hand worked its way to ur breast, softly playing with your clothed nipple whilst the other traced circles on your thigh. a soft whine left your lips as you fidgeted underneath him, desperate for him to touch you where you needed it.

"tell me what you want princess," he spoke softly as he stroked your chin. "you 'toru," you said, looking up at him with the neediest face he had ever seen. his dick twitched at the way you looked at him, he really did love making you beg.

"you have me baby, im right here." he wasnt gonna stop acting dumb until he heard you say what you want. your cunt was throbbing with the need to be touched. every second of stubornness you had in you had disappeared. you would do backflips for him right now if it meant he would touch you.

"need you to fuck me," you whined running your hands through his hair. "with what hmm, fingers, tongu-"

"your dick," you hated satorus teasing more then anything. you couldnt decide if you wanted to slap him or bounce on his dick right now.

"such a good girl," he praised, giving you lots of little small pecks for being so good for him. he stopped for a second to take off your top revealing your breasts. each hand cupped one boob whilst his mouth sucked on the sweet spots of your neck. after he was satisfied with the marks he gave you, he pulled away to take off his tshirt and grey sweatpants.

"what position baby," he asked, taking your shorts off and resting his hands on your inner thigh. " i dont mind, but i wanna see you." he smirked as you said this before coming back down to your face.

"you wanna see me fuck my pretty girlfriend?" he asked. "mhmm" you hummed, dangling you hands over his shoulders. "lets stay like this then yeah?" he gave you one more kiss on your lips before finally pressing his thumb against your clit. you sighed in relief as he rubbed you in small circles.

"fuck your wet," he groaned. "dont even have to eat you out anymore before you take me." he took off your panties and then his boxers. his dick sprang out, tip coated in sticky precum.

he stroked himself a couple times before rubbing his tip between your lips. "such a pretty pussy," he whispered, slowly sliding himself into you. you both gasped as he pushed his tip in, as if you hadnt fucked a thousand times before.

"satoru," you moaned, shutting your eyes as he slipped more and more inside of you. "you begged for it so take it," he spoke. "thats it, good girl. just a little more yeah?" you nodded at his words feeling him shove the rest of it in you.

his strokes were slow and gentle to begin with, letting you get used to his size. his hands interwined with yours over your head as he kissed you.

"you can go faster 'toru," you whispered. he immediantly listened quickening his pace. groans left his mouth as one of your hands rug into his back and the other tugged on his hair.

"feels so good toru," you moaned as your eyes fluttered shut. he loved watching the way your face changed each time he hit a certain spot inside you. " you look so beautiful taking me," he breathed out. "so fucking perfect," he used one hand to lift your leg up between the two of you and over his shoulder causing him to reach even deeper then before

"toruu, s'too much," you whined, both your hands raking up and down his back. he didnt mind though, he knew how much you liked seeing the scratches on his back after you guys fucked.

"you take me almost everyday, u can handle it." he groaned looking down at you as he felt you grab of his hands and wrap it around your throat. he felt your cunt tighten around him as he squeezed your throat slightly. a familiar knot began to build in your stomach causing your moans to get louder.

"hold it for just a little longer baby" he whispered. you nodded your head before moaning out his name and clenching around him once again.

satoru was close too, his groans turnt into moans and whimpers and his hips started to stutter into you. "you gonna cum with me? let me fuck that pretty pussy full?" he babbled on "fuck, feel s'good"

you wrapped your hands around his neck bringing him close, taking in the beautiful sight of your boyfriend infront of you. "cum with me baby,"

as if he was controlling your body, as soon as the words left his mouth the wave of pleasure you had been craving came over you. satoru burried his head in your neck as he came, the feeling of his warm cum filling you up made you clench around him, milking his dick.

you both laid there for a minute, satoru resting inside you whilst your hands rubbed up and down his back. "i love you, so much," he whispered. "you did so good for me princess," he pressed a kiss on your lips. " i love too satoru," you smiled, running your hands through his hair.

"lets stay like this for a little 'kay? ill clean us up in a minute."

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[loganscigar]

🕯️🎀 Wolverine + Fem! Reader

Silken

Characters-

James “Logan” Howlett

[Your Name]

Summary - “Need him to put me to bed so good it knocks me the fuck out.” My reaction to this.

AN - I haven’t written anything on here in so long… so here I think

Contains - Oral, Praise, Protection, Intercourse, Vigor, Begging and Demanding

As they reached the door, he fumbled for the key in his pocket. His hands were shaky, his fingers suddenly clumsy as he tried to unlock the door. He could feel the tension growing between them, the air seemed almost electric. Finally, he managed to get the door open, and he ushered you inside.

"Logan!" You let out a small gasp dangling your feet as you were effortlessly thrown over his muscular shoulder. He carried you with ease, striding confidently through the flat , before positioning you onto the bed with a decisive motion. You landed with a grunt, the impact causing you to bounce slightly on the mattress.

Looking up, you saw him standing over you with a commanding presence. His eyes locked onto yours, and the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down your spine.

"May I? Can I take these damn clothes off now?"

You gave a slow nod, breath hitching as he smirked, already working to strip off the layers. Each piece of clothing hit the floor with a soft thud, revealing the solid, muscular frame you'd become addicted to. As he pulled the fabric over your head, your pink lingerie set was revealed. The delicate lace hugged your curves, the puffy ends accentuating your figure. Logan’s gaze darkened, a primal appreciation flooding his expression.

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, his voice rough and filled with awe. “You look like a dream.”

“Such a good little thing,” sending delicious shivers through you. “You like being on your knees for me, don’t you?”

“Just for you,” you whispered, feeling a rush of confidence as you leaned back against the pillows, your skin glistening in the low light.

“Keep talking,” he said, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “I could listen to you all night.”

He took a step closer, the solidness of his presence grounding you. “Tell me what you want, baby. You know I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you Logan take your time. I want to feel every second of it.”

With a quick motion, he tossed the rest of your clothing aside, leaving you completely bare before him.

His hands were on you, pulling you close, and his mouth found yours in a heated kiss. The intoxicating mix of his smoky breath and the warmth of his touch made you fuzzy, each kiss deepening your disorientation as you succumbed to the heady blend of desire and tobacco.

You gave him a quick glance, planted a kiss on his lips, on all fours, the taste of whiskey still lingering there. Your kisses trailed down his throat, then his chest, your fingers grazing over the taut muscles that rippled beneath your touch. You could see the way his body reacted, every inch of him alive and responding to your ministrations.

"Please, Logan," you whispered, your voice dripping with desire. "I want you."

"Here, let me help you with that," and you freed his already pulsating dick while releasing your fingers and gently feeling around his firm cock in circles, much like a person discovering something new. Continuously pumping him hard while bobbing your head back and forth. He let out a deep hiss as your lips wandered over his skin.

"Just like that," met his gaze, your widening slightly as his thumb pushed against her your lips, the meaning clear. [Name] parted your lips, tongue darting out to lick at his thumb before closing pouty lips around it, sucking gently, needy moans escaping your lips eyes still locked on his.

Eroticism in the act. He managed to gasp, his voice a low, guttural rumble. Logan rolls his eyes back, opens his mouth, groans, and furrows his brows as [Name] works him, well aware "Goddamn it,... you have no idea what you do to me," His other fingers gripped the upper lining of the bra, pushing it down and laying it beneath your boobs, exposing them to the cool air and sending shivers down your spine. His thumbs moved to the now-hardened nipples, massaging circles on them while you moaned sweetly.

He wanted you, to hold your head up by your jaw with one hand while playing with your pussy with the other. As your panties slid off. When he removed his fingers. Logan ran his fingers on his tongue while inserting his cock back into your mouth, feeling it slide down your warm, slippery throat till you began gagging. When he's close, he press your head down until his cock stops throbbing, twitching, and spewing ropes of into your throat. Face-fucking you again. When he pulled out, he watched as his cock popped out, a gasp escaped your throat and your face messy from his thrusts.

You leaned in close, breath against his skin as you purred into his ear "Is there something you want, Logan?"

"[Name]," the whine exited his mouth.

"[Name]," he begged.

"Please ride me" He nodded, his mouth parted in a silent gasp, his breathing labored. He wanted you so badly, he needed it, pleaded for it.

A coy smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she felt his hands on her hips, trying to pull her closer.

"Oh, are you begging now”

You removed the condom he had earlier left on the nightstand and using your own wetness as lubricant lifted up your hips, spreading your lips down there apart, lining his cock with your entrance, and slowing moving yourself down. All the while making sure his eyes remained on you at constant. A moan of contentment left his lips, finally being able to feel himself inside of you, his cock holstered you up straight He didn't care that he was begging, didn't care that he was showing weakness, His hands roamed to your hips, pulling you down so you were fully straddling him. You could feel the press of his body against yours, the heat and size of him, the hardness of the muscles beneath your thighs.

��Oh God" he groaned "You feel so damn good."

Curses to himself in a whisper. His lips are piercing your neck as he lets out a deep moan. You began to approach his cock more slowly, he encouraged your movements guiding you moving up and down. Your breasts simultaneously, too. Your movements picked up speed over time. [Name] desired his undivided attention because you were his pleasure.

Everything is meaningless except for this very instant. He drew [Name] in close, his mouth meeting yours in a sloppy, passionate kiss. His hands moved over her body, searching for the tender points that caused her to arch against him while his tongue sought entry and probed the depths of her lips. He was filled with need and need, his desire for her surpassing all other considerations. Logan just throws himself at you with such vigor that even with your hands grasping the mattress sheets, he can only push himself farther. You're too high after sex, you're thrusting your head back. As your sex dripped, your pelvis rolled up and you let out his name in a seductive way. Logan giving you breast kisses.

His one hand was still playing with the other nipple, rubbing, squeezing, pulling, and pinching it while his soft lips made contact with it and gently sucked on it. The gentle motions became hotter, more powerful, and passionate as he continued this demonstration of love. He sucked more deeply.

"You like that, baby? Having your tits sucked by me?" he teased. Though he didn't get a verbal answer from you, but by the sounds of satisfaction that flowed out your lips, he could tell you were finding enjoyment in this, like you always did. handling your body on the bed without hesitation because he can't wait and won't wait. Stretching you out. Logan was quite precise—he made sure not to miss a single area. you can feel your clit spasming.

"What's wrong?" You were about to cum so was he. "Close..." He became even more aroused as a result, but you were able to back away with chuckles and hiccups. He starts to squirt fluids in and out of your now-damp cunt. Not only can you not hear the sweet nothings in your ear, but you're also extremely loud. He smacked your tits before caressing you and planting a kiss on your breasts. In heat, you behave like a bitch. You sob and writhe, unable to understand a word he says.

“Go on, give it your all. cum on me, Make a mess, and I'll clean it right up for you."  and you persist in trying to become drunk off of him until around five condoms have passed.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." You both cry out, heaving and heaving. panting labored breathing.

That was the best sex you had in your life. For a while, they lay there together, their breathing slowly returning to normal. But then, slowly, Logan sat up, his gaze fixing on you.

The sheets clung to your skin, sticky with sweat and the remnants of too much intimacy. The room smelled of smoke and sex, the only sound being the distant hum of the city and Logan's steady breathing beside you. You turned your head slightly, catching the silhouette of his body in the light that slipped through the blinds—strong, muscled, and impossibly familiar by now. Your hair—perfectly laid, full of volume and bounce—was styled in big, loose curls that cascaded past your shoulders. You ran a hand through it, It framed your face.

His hand rested lazily behind his head, his other holding a cigar, the faint curl of smoke drifting upwards, adding to the hazy calm of the room. He took a slow drag, the ember glowing faintly before he exhaled, the scent mixing with the remnants of your perfume. Fingernails tracing idle patterns over his chest, enjoying the solidity of his body, the quiet strength that seemed to always hum beneath his skin. There was something peaceful about this moment, something that felt like more than just two people satisfying a need.

This was the third time this week. Maybe fourth. Neither of you were counting, but it was getting harder to ignore how often your clothes ended up on his floor.

Logan lay next to you, one arm draped over his head, the other resting across his chest. His face was unreadable, as always. He wasn’t the type to say much after—. But there was a quiet ease in his presence that made you stay longer than you probably should.

“Y’alright?” His voice broke the silence, rough as gravel but softer than you’d expect from someone like him.

“Yeah,” you murmured, pulling the sheet a little tighter around your body. You turned to face him fully now, studying the faint lines etched into his face. He looked more relaxed like this, but still guarded, always keeping something locked away.

This arrangement had always been easy—no strings, no complications. Just...relief. For both of you. That’s how it was supposed to stay, anyway. Lately, the lines were blurring in ways that had you questioning how long you could keep pretending it didn’t mean anything.

“You look tense,” you said, shifting a little closer. “Wanna go again?” The teasing edge in your voice masked the undercurrent of curiosity—like you were trying to figure out how deep this ran for him.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he took another drag of the cigar, his eyes finally meeting yours. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”

“Maybe.” Your nails skimmed lightly over his abs, a teasing motion. “You haven’t said no yet.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “Can’t say no to you, darlin’.” He exhaled another cloud of smoke, his hand resting comfortably on your hip. “You’ve got me where you want me.”

You shrugged, your lips curling into a playful grin. “I could say same about you, old man.”

He chuckled under his breath, a deep, rumbling sound that sent heat rushing through you again. “Careful what you wish for.”

Even as he said it, there was a flicker in his eyes, something like hesitation—gone as quickly as it appeared, but it was there. He wasn’t as detached as he wanted you to think. Neither of you were.

His hand found your hip under the sheets, rough fingers trailing along your skin in a way that made it hard to breathe. You could feel the tension between you shift, the casual banter falling away as his grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer. You weren’t sure how this started—how the need to blow off steam turned into something that felt heavier, something that lingered long after the adrenaline faded. Here you were, tangled up in his bed again, wondering if tonight would be the night one of you would say what neither of you were ready to admit.

“Logan...” His name slipped from your lips before you could stop it, softer than you intended. Savoring the sound of his name.

He paused, his thumb brushing against your skin, his eyes locked onto yours. “Yeah?”

"Still tense?" you whisper against his skin, the playful edge in your voice softened by the warmth of the moment.

Logan huffed a low laugh, his free hand finding its way into your hair, tugging you gently so your gaze met his. “You always know how to fix that, don’t ya?”

Your lips curved into a sly smile as you pressed your body against his, your fingers tracing the line of his hip, teasing, tempting. “That’s because you need it,” you whispered, your voice low and smooth. “And I know exactly what you want.”

Logan’s hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you fully against him, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “You got no idea [Name],” he rasped, his breath hot against your skin.

His hand grabbed your neck, pulling you into a kiss that was rough and deep, his lips demanding, his body pressing you against him. You met him with equal intensity, giving as much as you took, the heat between you both reigniting as the kiss deepened. His cigar lay forgotten on the nightstand, smoke curling lazily into the air as the two of you lost yourselves in each other again.

His fingers slid up into your hair, tugging your face back toward his. His eyes met yours, dark and heavy-lidded, and for a moment, there was no sound but the faint crackle of the cigar smoke in the background and the shallow breaths between you. He searched your face, his thumb grazing your bottom lip in a way that sent a slow, heated rush through your body.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice gravelly, as if the words were being pulled from him reluctantly.

You bit your lip, this time with more intent. “Just thinking,” you whispered, but the way your hips subtly shifted against him betrayed the calmness in your voice.

"Thinkin' too much," he grunted, his lips finding the side of your neck again, tracing a path that made your pulse jump. "Better things to be focusin' on right now."

You felt his teeth graze the sensitive skin of your neck, followed by the slow, stroke of his tongue, and a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Like what?” you teased, but the breathiness in your voice betrayed how badly you already knew the answer.

Logan’s lips brushed against your ear, his breath hot and heavy. “Like this,” he growled low, his hand slipping down your back, pushing you flush against him. His fingers dug into your skin, anchoring you to him, making you feel every inch of him, his strength.

A soft gasp left your lips, but it was swallowed by his mouth as he claimed another kiss, this one slow and deep, the kind that left you dizzy and wanting.

[yeorisanaxox]

Squirting+ yeosang 🎀

MINORS DNI 18+

a/n: my first drabble!! Hope you like it :)

You were just as shocked as he was, having no idea you were going to come that hard to the point of squirting.

He had been eating you out for what seemed hours. Tongue just abusing your cunt in all the right ways, flicking around your clit and sucking it in his mouth greedily as if it were going to be his last time having you this way and he had to make it count. God were his knees burning from being dug into the hard floor and his jaw aching for a break but how could he stop now when the sweet taste of you weighed so heavily on his tongue, fogging all his senses? Nothing being more important than your pleasure and the need to make sure you came.

So he sucked harder and lapped faster, creating a mess between your legs causing them to shake and you lurched your hand towards his hair to ground yourself, moaning loudly.

“Don’t stop baby.” You chanted over and over, steering his head deeper into your folds and shamelessly started fucking his face.

You were so close, right on the edge, feeling the rubber-band ball in the pit of your stomach coming apart band by band. The last being so tight and holding on for dear life, it only took him humming around you, the vibration of it snapped it right in half and you let out a squeak as your orgasm came crashing down.

More powerful than usual, nearly toppling you over. And wetter.

Were you—

The sudden loss of yeosang’s grip on you and the light pattering on the floor told you everything you needed to know. Peeking down at him, seeing everything from the fronts of his clothes stained with dark spots and his face completely drenched in your arousal and fuck did he look hot like this.

Those sparkling eyes, widen, looking between you and the mess that was quite literally on him.

“You came all over me.” He says in disbelief.

He had no idea that you could do that nor that he could make you. It just made you ten times hotter and him eager to do it all again.

“I did.” You say smugly and crouched down to his level, wiping his lips with your thumb before leaning in and kissing him hard.

written by yeorisanaxox. No translations or reposting. Leave a like and reblog w [feedback is much appreciated] ✨

[konigsblog]

Whenever Wizard! Price makes a new potion that involves love/sex, you'll be his tester🤭

Oh? A new potion that is supposed to increase your libido to the point you can't walk anymore? He asks you to drink the weird purple juice

A love potion that gets you high of his BO.. as if your scent kink isn't wild enough... Forcing yourself on his lap and licking those sweat beads he gets while cooking over a boiling pot🤭🤭🤭

this is such an old request, i apologise :( i'm freeing you from the cage (my askbox)! 🎀 i miss writing about wizard-price ngl... 🔮✨

cw: aphrodisiac

he loves being the reason you're dripping wet :(

he can be so incredibly selfish; using you, his captive, as a test subject for his potions. john forces your mouth open, your limbs bound with rope while he pours the fizzy liquid into your mouth. it burns your tongue, the taste sour and sweet before it turns bitter, causing you to become lightheaded as the side effects begin...

wizard-price watches as you begin to squirm, wriggling due to slick pooling in your cotton panties. he keeps an eye on you, watching you rub your clothed pussy against the wooden ground for friction, panting heavily with dizzy eyes. you squirm, moaning out quietly and mewling for his attention whilst he continues making more of these potions that include multiple aphrodisiacs. you sob for him, for him to treat your cunt.

but he's so busy, dollface... he can't just sit around and take care of your needs! instead, he places a vibrator inside your panties, watching as you buck your hips through shock and pleasure, crying out as it vibrates against your sensitive, overstimulated clit and teases your raw folds. wizard-price can't get enough of this little reaction; shaking with your orgasm rushing through you and cumming multiple times ‘til your cotton panties are covered in your sweet cum and your body is glistening with sweat and slick. :3

[skibasyndrome]

Wilmon + "Look at you my beautiful babygirl doing so well"

I need to see more of 🎀heeeer🎀

cw: nsfw, transfeminine Wille, praise kink, fingers, contrary to what you might think, this is kind of very soft

"Look at you, my beautiful babygirl... doing so well."

Simon's sweet drawl wraps around Wille's conscience like a soft blanket and she feels herself relax a little more, feels her shoulders fall, her jaw grow a little slacker. She's doing well, doing so well for Simon, and that's all that matters. She hums happily, earning a gorgeously loud moan from Simon, one that makes her want to do it again and again and again. But before she can try, can try to push just a little bit further, stretch her lips just that much more, there's a hand on her shoulder, another one on the back of her head, both gently, but determinedly, guiding her mouth off Simon's cock. She's just strong enough to hold back a growl in protest, but can't keep her eyebrows from furrowing. Briefly, she wonders if she did something wrong and if she did, then why dide Simon praise her, but when she feels Simon's hand underneath her chin, gently pushing to make her look up at him, all thoughts inside her head grow quiet. There's nothing but softness in his eyes, nothing but reverent adoration, a look that washes over Wille like warm sunlight. That makes her want to bask in the attention but also avert her eyes. She swallows, still feeling Simon in her mouth, still tasting him on her tongue. Simon's eyes, so dark, so gentle, so all-encompassing, don't leave hers when he shifts his hand, cups her jaw, careful fingertips pressing into her cheek. "Wille...," Simon starts, then stops, a tiny movement in the corners of his mouth, like he wants to laugh or smile, but doesn't quite get there. "Baby," he says, instead, and Wille's breath hitches, both from the sound of it, so gone, so lost in his praise for her, and from the sudden press of his thumb against her bottom lip. She stills completely, relishes in the wet slide of Simon's finger over her spit slick mouth, relishes in the knowledge that he, just like her, loves this. That moment of pause, of acknowledgement, of appreciation. Tracing with his fingers where she had his cock just earlier, tracing where she wants him again and where she wants him to kiss her later, afterwards. She loves how he pushed the finger inside, just a bit, how his eyes flit over her face for a moment, like he's encouraging her. She loves how his jaw clenches, barely noticeable, when she wraps her lips around the digit, hollows her cheeks just how he likes it. "So beautiful," Simon rasps out, pulling his finger out again. He drags it over her skin slowly, so fucking slowly that Wille wants to whine. But when grabs her jaw again, his thumb leaving a wet trail on her skin, and speaks again, she halts.

"You're perfect, Wille, my babygirl," he tells her, letting every syllable hang in the air for a moment longer than necessary. Says her name, then her favorite pet name, like they're his prayer, like he's compelled to give the words the space they deserve. This isn't only about now, isn't only about the way they have sex, about the way she does everything to make him feel good, this feels like more, like it's almost a little too much for her to take right now, kneeling on a pillow in between Simon's spread legs. Simon's expression shifts, a new determination twisting his features into more serious lines. "My perfect, perfect Wille," he says, and Wille feels compelled to nod. Then feels herself melting against Simon's palm when his features soften into a smile, a smile that says good and believe me and thank you and I love you. And maybe the feelings are too much for right now, maybe they need to have this conversation afterwards, and so Wille feels the tiniest bit of relief when Simon lets out a soft little laugh after her eyes flit between his face and his now slightly softened cock. "You good?" he asks, letting go of her face and brushing through her hair with his fingers. And that, the care, the attention, the love so neatly packed into every touch and every word make a carefree laugh bubble from her throat as well. She nods, then moves forward again, takes a hold of Simon, brushes her lips along his cock and suppresses a content sigh when Simon lets out a small moan. "So, so beautiful," he breathes out, almost like he's not talking to her, like he's talking to himself and while the thought make warmth spread inside her chest he wants his words for her again and so she parts her lips and finally, happily takes Simon in again.

....... the heart wants what it wants and today that was sex so fluffy it's almost a little bit too much (almost <3). and you know WHAT? Wille deserves no less <3 Thank you thank you THANK YOU a million times for the lovely 🎀prompt🎀 Sophia 💜💜💜

See here and here if you want to see more of 🎀Wille🎀

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll write you 5(+) more!

[chxrryhansen]

quick ransom drabble to satisfy my once a week need to be dominant🥴

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thinking about coming home from a long day at work, you step into your home placing your keys on the rack beside the door, your heels click gently against the floor incase Ransom is asleep, not wanting to wake up your sweet boy, you head towards the stairs, making sure they don’t creak as you reach your shared bedroom

“m-mommy please don’t st-stop, oh god”

his pained voice whines, you creep towards the door pushing it open slightly, low and behold, ransom is sitting up against your headboard

one hand massaging his balls, desperately wishing they were in your mouth, imagining your tongue rolling over him as you suck his sensitive skin, his other hand travelling upwards to grip his heavy cock, slowly stroking as pre cum leaks from his swollen tip, his face scrunched up, tears streaming down his cheeks

“fuck fuck fuck, suck my balls so good mommy, want you to swallow my cum, drink it all for me” he babbles to himself

as you open the door further it creaks, his eyes shoot open and the sight of you in your work attire alone has his shaft twitching, warning him his release is near

your top buttons on your blouse undone, showing just the right amount of cleavage, your heels clicking against your tiled bedroom floor as you move to shut the door behind you, all while maintaining eye contact and god your tight skirt showing of your soft thighs that he he cant wait to be in between, lapping up your pussy juices while you tug on his brown locks, grinding your hips into-

he can’t hold back any longer, his body begins to twitch, he fights against his heavy eyelids as he looks into your eyes, his mouth dropping open with a loud whimper

“yesyesyes mommy, oh god, fuck fuck”

“mhh so sensitive”

“so much cum all for you mommy”

he babbles, his load shooting out endlessly in thick white spurts, covering his abs in his juices

“m sorry mommy, m so sorry” he cries as he lets go of his dick as it slaps against his abs, his swollen pink tip pulsing against his stomach, cum still dribbling out of his pretty cock

you climb onto the bed, his thick arms reach out wrapping around your smaller frame, his cheeks and mouth soaked with tears and drool, hiding his face in your neck while he breathes in your soothing scent

“couldn’t wait until mommy got home, huh? so needy” you coo gently at him as your hands wipe away the drool leaking down his chin “what were you thinking about to get yourself so worked up baby boy?”

“you always you” he cries as you sooth him with gentle kisses along his broad shoulders, you lightly push him away from you as you move his hair out of his face, cupping his cheeks as you press your lips against his

he moans gently, his body still shaking from his previous orgasm, your tongues intertwine with one another, his cock growing hard again already

you push him down, his back once again resting against your headboard, you shift onto your knees as you lean down, your lips parting to suckle on his tip making him cry out

“M-MOMMY” he pants, hands flying out to paw at your bedsheets, ransoms cock turning red, proving his overstimulation

you shush him as you continue licking and drinking up his cum, your mouth overjoyed as you taste his sweetness with a slightly salty tinge

“i know your sorry my sweet boy but you broke one of our number one rules, remember baby? no touching without mommy’s permission”

he knew that. he definitely knew that. but you were working and he was just oh so desperate and horny for your tight cunt he couldn’t help but touch himself

“so your gonna sit there and look pretty while mommy laps up that sweet cum of yours and then maybe mommy will put your cock inside her warm pussy, sound good? good boy”

ran nods his head gently “yes mommy” his pretty blues staring down at you, knowing he’s in for a very, very long night tonight.

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[goblinontour]

HAPPY NEW YEAR! short stuff from my notes i think about too much…🎀

- i want to lick the slit in alex’s tip and dig my tongue into the hole

- imagine he s smoking a blunt while you re sucking his dick and he pulls you up to give you a drag and shoves his dick inside before you get the chance to exhale and it goes out your nostrils all around his cock

- imagine it being your bday and he makes sure to wake up earlier and do just wrap a cute lil ribbon around his cock tied in a pretty lil bow, he lies on the bed next to you butt as naked, wakes you up and looks at you with a smug face and says something like "happy birthday princess, here's your present"

- i want to feel his hot dog breath on my pussy and how his drool runs down my pussy lips

- oh to slurp off the cum from his belly button after you give him a handjob and ruin his orgasm and leave his cock to lie on his tummy dribbling

- imagine the sex after your wedding night, after he took the garter from your thigh during the ceremony, he puts it on himself and makes you take it off with your teeth

- i need to kiss his soft cock goodnight

- oh to make him cum in your mouth and then let it drip down from your lips onto his stomach only to slurp it back and lick off every drop

- i need to bury my nose in his pubes i'll get sick if i don't do it like RIGHT NOW

- i need to touch his soft cock so bad and feel it against my belly like oh my god i have to caress it give it to me rn i need to feel it at all times even just sitting around doing nothing i need sit on him and keep him inside of me soft like that

- you giving alex backshots while spanking his ass and pulling him by his hair like imagine his arched back and his shy whimpers and cries of pleasure and and and oh my god to bite his ass and playing with his balls from the back

- imagine he takes you backstage and fucks you against the wall, clothes fully on just his dick out

- he looks like he d let you do all the work riding him and lazily thrust into you when your legs get tired

- the lips do it for me they would’ve felt so rough and dry and they d start bleeding from the aggressiveness of your make out session and you’d feel the metallic taste transfer on your own and slow down and lick it with the tip of your tongue not breaking contact of your lips though

- i wanna get on my knees and ruin his mood by teasing him so bad, giving him just the tiniest licks to the tip of his cock while smiling at him, to see him get more and more frustrated and watch that little wrinkle between his eyebrows appear. rile him up so bad he gets hold of my hair and slams himself straight to the back of my throat, making me gag. i want him to cum in my mouth and spread it all inside with my tongue, just to push him down afterwards, straddle him, and pull him by his collar into the messiest deepest kiss to the point he’s actually drooling when i pull back and i catch it with my finger and push it back into his mouth.

- imagine how alex is completely naked in bed and you trace your fingers all over his body until you reach his cock and play teasingly with his head all this in a dim light

- ok sitting in the bath with alex, nothing sexual, just wholesome until he grazes your bottom lip with his fingers by accident but something sparks in you and you kiss him deeply and you start to feel him getting harder and harder underneath you and he slips so easily inside you because you’re in the water

- kissing your way down his body, covered in sweat as he lets himself surrender to you. you tease his tip with your lips but decide he deserves better tonight. you lick from his fat head to the base down to his balls going lower and lower when you stop to spit on him before starting to finger him slowly. his face explodes with pleasure and it turns you on even more if possible. you were straddling one of his legs so you start rubbing against it and the friction feels so good. you got so much pleasure out of his own that when you feel him close you cant help it but get youself off as well. you bite into his vline harshly as you orgasm and he comes all over his belly. when he’s done you kiss the bruise starting to form and lick him clean.

- all i can think about is him violently thrusting into me from behind and pulling on my hair so my back bends and he gets the right angle to bury himself as deep as he can in me

- this is the man that will tie you up and go down on you, hold your legs so you can’t get even get a glimpse of relief, the man that will use you to please himself in every way he wants, the man that will hold you against the windows of your hotel room and kiss and bite your neck, the man that will pull your hair so it hurts so good, the man that will leave marks on your skin with his leather belt in places only you and him can see

- i want to suck this man’s dick, take it all, feel it hitting the back of my throat. i want to lick his tip and taste the precum leaking. i want to make him go crazy, to feel his hands grabbing my hair and pulling it hard.

- i want to sit him down and push his hair out of his face before literally ripping his clothes off and sitting on top of him, riding until my body gives up and we’re a sweaty mess

- before you and alex fuck, right when you're getting into it, he takes off his suspenders in a second and whips you with them before turning you to face away from him and wrapping them around your neck, pulling your head back and kissing you from above

- i want to feel every inch of his body, to run my hands along his chest, to feel his tiny waist, to feel him shiver at my touch. i wanna play with his chain and kiss his neck, placing kisses all along his body going down down down…

- i need to suck his dick until he cries from pleasure and he comes all over my face but i don’t stop and i hear him grunting and whining from all the overstimulation. his knees go weak and he’s grabbing the wall for support.

- imagine alex fucks you so hard your vision goes blurry and then he chokes you so you start seeing glimpses of him between the stars caused by his hand tight around your throat

- i want him to pin me against a wall by the neck and spit in my mouth, shove his tongue down my throat, get me on my knees and face fuck me till i can’t breathe and my face is covered in spit and cum

- he d fuck you senselessly on the balcony of your hotel room without a care of anyone seeing but he still covers your mouth with one of his hands to prevent you from moaning too loud just because he likes to hear you struggle and loves the feeling of your muffled sounds vibrating against his skin. his shirt rubbing against your back as he bends you over, taking your leg and propping it up to get deeper and deeper into you, kissing the back of your neck and grabbing you wherever he can

- his hands are probably so rough from playing the guitar when he touches your skin your whole body shivers just from the feeling. his fingertips dragging around on the insides of your thighs, tracing patters, teasing you while maintaining eye contact and smirking knowing the effect he has on you.

- alex fucking you so hard you start crying but that doesnt stop him because he knows you like it. he comes inside you as your legs are trembling beneath him. he then kisses your forehead and rests his on top of yours, looking into your eyes for reassurance that you are ok and that he didnt hurt you

- (long hair tbhc w the beard) ok so you re w your back against the headboard legs spread alex in between them and he runs his hand through his hair, tying it back before….

- alex slid his slender fingers inside of you while you are together in the bathtub, your back against his chest, sitting in between his legs, your bodies sticking to one another. you gasped at his action and you could feel him smiling behind you. you also felt him get hard underneath you…you turned around and grabbed his dick and started stroking it in the bubbly water, leaning forward and kissing him while doing so….

yeah…let me know if any of them stick out and you’d want to see an expanded version, i have a list of fics i wanna write and i’ll get to them all (the ones you requested), none of this is proofread so ignore if there are any mistakes sorry

love you pooks 🎀

- goblinontour

[rukia-writes]

Askin x Quincy!(fem) reader

A/N: I usually have some sort of plot. There is no damn plot. My head went blank after catching up BLEACH TYBW. This is also just a one time thing. My head just went brrr

Warnings: pussy drunk! Askin, Cunnilingus, no minors 🔞, face sitting.

Fatal.

Askin knew the world all too well.

“Don’t move around too much.”

The empty room was echoed with the sound of lust filled moans as the Quincy known for his laid back personality slowly swirled his tongue around his beloved’s clit before giving one final, slow, lick with his tongue. When he was finished teasing Askin slowly squirmed his tongue inside his beloved’s cunt.

Holding her thighs in place as she squirmed from Askin’s tongue licking all the right places inside her cunt, the room was anything but quiet. Askin was quite talented with his tongue, oral was his domain.

Swishing his tongue around her walls with wide licks making (Name) see stars, his beloved nearly crying in pleasure. Askin defined a woman’s value not by superficial attributes such as physical appearance, but instead by her style and presentation and his beloved was presenting herself with the most beautiful presentation ever.

Her moans.

The way she said his name.

The way she pulled his hair for him to go deeper.

(Name) always thought Askin had a fatal tongue, and she was right. Askin was fatal in all the right ways, there wasn’t a place he left unattended as his licked and swept inside her.

A beautiful presentation.

But Askin wanted to take things up a notch.

Askin wanted that feeling, and he got when he decided to have his sweet (Name) sit on his face.

This wasn’t their rodeo and it wouldn’t be the last.

Sitting on Askin’s face was (Name)’s weakness, Askin was handsome and as he was lying-down (Name)’s vulva was exposed and open during Askin’s special treatment, holding down her thighs to keep her in place as he licked and wiggled his tongue like a mad man, drunk off his sweet (Name)’s pussy.

Lavender eyes rolled back enjoying the taste of his woman’s pussy, moaning as he savored and enjoyed the taste as his tongue snaked its way inside her. Askin felt like a starved man that needed to be feed as he moaned, his being muffled, with his woman and when she grinded on his face to get that euphoric high she loved Askin felt his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

(Name) enjoyed riding Askin’s face and she loved hearing his muffled moans even more. Sometimes, Askin had to adjust his mouth position appropriately. But it was never a problem for him, he knew how to handle his (Name) and her sweet pussy. Askin liked to finish things quickly, sometimes he liked to take his time when eating (Name) but not today. Today he wanted please her and to devour her pussy as he saw fit.

When he heard his sweet (Name)’s orgasm, felt her shudder, and heard her moan his name aloud Askin slowly licked her clit one last time making a “slurp” noise followed by a kiss making (Name) gasp in pleasure as she lifted herself from her “seat” she heard her beloved Askin say while heavy breathing.

“That pussy of yours ..is very fatal.”

Of course, Askin followed kissing (Name)’s clit one last time, before it was his turn to getting a fatal blow job.

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