#💋 — anon

[sugarwarachan]

based on this post, ukai keishin x reader - nsfw

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"fuck, doll." keishin tries to focus on anything other than blowing his load immediately, but the way you're going at it, he's gonna cum in less than five seconds. "you’re gonna suck my brain straight outta my dick."

you pull away with a faint pop and a smirk, gazing up at him with a devious look he loves as much as he loves to win.

"kind of the point, kei." you place teasing kisses along his shaft while you massage his balls. "you’ve been using that brain of yours too much getting the boys ready to beat shiratorizawa."

he grunts and fists your hair.

"shit, how long have you been thinkin' about this?"

the fact that you fantasized about welcoming him home from a game by getting down on your knees and sucking him off is almost too much for him to comprehend right now.

"i think about it every time you win," you hum, and fuck if you don't look so unbelievably sexy in nothing but his zip-up jacket. "you complaining?"

ukai shakes his head so vigorously that you giggle. you suckle on the tip of his cock, basking in the noises he makes. he’s been leaking since you started, and the salty taste of him on your tongue makes you shift your legs to relieve the pressure in your lower belly.

"the way you are with those kids, kei…" you pump his shaft in between the ring of your fist, squeezing the base and suckling how he likes. "almost makes me want to give you one."

"shit, honey," he groans. "keep usin’ your mouth like that, and I just might take you up on it."

you lose yourself in making him feel good. lewd squelching and stuttered whines fill the room as you wind him closer to his release.

"baby baby baby i'm gonna cum i'm gonna cum - where do you want it, huh? down that perfect fuckin' throat of yours? please baby, lemme use this pretty mouth—"

(after a snack and a game recap, he returns the favor. twice.)

[chxrryhansen]

rafe with a piss kink?!?

i just seen your bucky one😻😻

-💋

god you need to send me asks more often! i love all of the ones you send me🫶🏻 rafe would be soooo mean about it…

₊♡₊˚ 🎀・₊✧

your sat on rafe’s lap watching a movie together like you usually did on friday nights (since he didn’t approve of you going out without him and you didn’t want to spoil girls night by taking him with you) your back pressed against his bare chest and your legs intertwined as you sat on the couch, him only wearing a pair of boxers and you in your skimpy “pajamas” that he had chosen out for you.

you began to squirm around on his lap, your plump ass pressing into his cock as you clenched your thighs, desperately needing to go pee but not wanting to disturb rafe or miss a good part of the movie.

“quit squirming.” he mumbled, his hands moving to grip your hips, stilling your movement. you knew you shouldn’t have drank all that water earlier, rafe had warned you, you’d be up and down to the bathroom all night but you were so thirsty from your yoga class. so you downed around 3 glasses of water at once.

you whimpered quietly, the pressure on your bladder becoming too heavy for you to withstand. you attempted to get up, thinking if you didn’t mention it he wouldn’t question you. silently you shifted, moving away from his lap in an attempt to stand.

rafe was quick to tighten his grip on your hips, pulling your ass back down against his cock. a thick hand wrapped around, gripping your throat in a strong hold making you moan quietly.

“where do you think you’re going, hm?”

“r-rafe, let me go, i gotta’ go pee.”

“huh…” he sighed in false thought, a wicked smirk appearing on his clean shaven face. “nah i think you can hold it a little longer baby, just be quiet and watch the movie.” he thrusted his hips up gently against your pussy, his cock clearly hard, rubbing up and down your clothed cunt, his tip catching against your clit.

you whimpered yet again, clenching your thighs together quickly as you felt a dribble of liquid drip through your panties, soaking your shorts and leaking onto rafes cock. sighing at the slight relief you felt, praying he hadn’t noticed, your cheeks flustered due to your embarrassment. however you weren’t as lucky as you had hoped, nothing got past rafe. you should’ve known.

“fuck baby, you pissin’ on me now? filthy fuckin’ slut. do i need to do everything around here? including taking you to the damn bathroom?” he growled from behind you, his chest rumbling, acting as if he was mad. when in reality his cock had never been harder, so ready to burst out of his boxers and fuck you til’ you can’t breathe.

“i’m so sorry daddy, i didn’t mean to. i swear it was an accident.” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks out of pure humiliation. you couldn’t hold back any longer, a steady stream of piss gushing out of your pussy, turning his boxers dark as you soaked his lap. crying and moaning at the sensation of finally being able to let go.

rafe groaned at the feeling of your hot piss soaking his cock, dry humping you roughly through your release.

“shh, it’s okay sweetheart, i know baby. your such a nasty little whore, pissing all over me, but its okay. daddy loves filthy girls like you, gettin’ me so hard. fuck.”

rafe pushed you off his lap and onto the floor, your knees hitting the hard surface making you whimper. he watched you with a dark grin as you looked up at him with a confused expression in your puppy dog eyes. “w-what are you doing?” you questioned. closing your eyes as he reached out, stroking the tears away from your cheeks with his thumb, shushing you gently.

suddenly your eyes burst open in shock as you felt a warm liquid begin to hit your chest, looking up to see rafe pointing his cock at your tits and face, his hot piss soaking your body in the most violating way possible. you sobbed as he marked you, confused as to why he was doing this.

“fuck that’s it, take my piss you filthy slut, is that what you are, yeah? you my dirty piss slut? soaking my cock then letting me mark you up. bet you fuckin’ love it. dirty girl, look at you, just writhing in my hot puddle of piss. who knew you were such a whore, baby.”

[melanchoire]

What about a gp! Wonyoung Intimacy while in the warm baths. Make out while showering or while in the tub, I'm living for soft and gentle dom Wonyoung!

-💋

kinda shit 💔 sorry guys, i feel like my brain is DYING and i’m not having much imagination to answer some old asks (old=the first days of march.) BUT before deleting all the requests in my inbox i prefer to take a little more time to write them 😭

cw: cockwarming.

there’s nothing wonyoung loves more than taking hot baths with you 💕 it’s probably one of the only (or the only) moments where wonyoung can finally take a break from her life as an artist and and a moment where she can clear her mind and think about herself

and there is nothing wonyoung loves more than cockwarming 😊 then better than having you sit on her lap looking at her, warming up her cock while you let her take care of you and give you the warm relaxing bubble bath you so deserve.

but it’s nothing too sexual, just you and wonyoung spending quality time together, massaging each other’s shoulders from time to time, applying hair creams such as shampoo or conditioner to each other’s hair and massaging and scratching the scalp, using a bath bomb in the tub that’s your favorite flavor and enjoying it when the water starts to take on the color and scent of the bomb… wonyoung would also do the silly thing of taking foam on her finger and touching the tip of your nose to leave a small amount of foam, smiling foolishly in a way that makes her eyes squint cutely 😭💕

and if you’re in the mood enough this can end with you riding her cock 😁 wonyoung wouldn’t mind if you wanted to take your time and go at a slower, gentler pace because you don’t have enough energy for an intense heated sex session today, allowing you to rest your hands on her shoulders to use them as support to do your work, on her part placing her hands on your hips and caressing your sides, loving the way you close your eyes as you sigh and simultaneously throw your head back, giving her a beautiful view of your neck covered by the bite marks and purple hickeys she left on your skin a while ago

and of course wonyoung is super loving and softie with aftercare! i don’t know if you guys know, but wonyoung recently said in an interview that she prefers to take care of others rather than be the one taken care of, so wonyoung will always be the big spoon at all times (there are times when she can be submissive too! you know, subby wonyoung is a lifestyle we love 👀) but most of the time she would rather take care of you and treat you like your baby a thousand times over than let you be the one in charge because she prefers to take care of others

[captain-hawks]

omg the bodyguard trope is one of my favorites i’m gnawing at the bars of my enclosure PLS MORE

iwaizumi’s leaning up against the passenger side door of his car when you approach, the phone clutched in his hand long forgotten as his eyes carefully begin to rake over your form. 

realistically, you know he’s just doing his job—making sure you’re leaving your date in one piece. but warmth flares in your gut all the same under the weight of his assessing gaze.

(you’d be lying if you said you didn’t pick out this specific red dress for tonight for him, after all.)

he doesn’t bother asking how your date went, because he’s been nearby the entire evening.

“can we stop at that bakery before we head back?” you point a little ways down the street.

for once, iwaizumi doesn’t sigh at your request, but his face remains pinched in annoyance all the same as he pushes off of the black sedan and approaches you.

“shithead could have at least offered you his jacket earlier,” he grumbles, shrugging off his own and draping it over your shoulders before gently placing a hand at the center of your back and nudging you forward.

“it’s not that cold out,” you protest, though the way you shiver at a sudden gust of wind says otherwise.

iwaizumi does sigh at that, arm automatically wrapping around you when you wobble slightly in your heels on the uneven pavement. he keeps you close as you continue to walk.

tucking your face into the warmth of his jacket, you hide the curve of your lips as you inhale the scent of his cologne. 

[insomniakisses]

In honor of your Leah brain rot do you want to do your favorite hcs about our sweet girl ? It can be silly , as a mate, sexual or random bingo card facts we should know

I did NOT realize how many anons there are!! how do you answer all of us ! You have your own pack here ;)

- 💋

A/n: Sure heres a little somethin somethin for yall about our sweet girl!

Meeting Omega Leah

(Arsenal Pack Omega Leah Au)

You were new to arsenal, having just transferred from a previous team and you were beyond nervous about the amount of alphas at arsenal.

Also the size and agressiveness some of them like katie or caitlin have

The minute you walk in your being shown around and meeting each of the girls. It goes relatively smoothly bar a few sexual jokes and groping mainly from katie bc girl cant help herself.

Then you meet leah and she just stares at you silently for a good few minutes.

You’re a little scared by it tbh because you know shes a big part of the arsenal pack. A core member and in charge despite being an omega so the thought of you having offended or upset her was terrifying

Then she mumbles something that u don’t quite hear, her face scrunching so adorably in disapproval.

You awkwardly ask her to repeat it, stating you hasn’t heard her and she huffs rolling her eyes a clear show of her growing annoyance.

“I cant smell you” she grumbles out, louder this time. Her face still scrunches into a disgusted pout. Looking truly adorable.

You hardly have time to react before shes reaching towards the scent blocker patch on your neck. Tugging at the object like its her worst enemy.

“Off!” She grumbles at you and your blushing now, shocked at her poutyness.

You’d heard story’s if her temper, and of her skill but not of how cute and whiney she could be.

“I- I can’t the alphas-“ she rolls her eyes at your protests and grabs your arm.

Her grip is firm but gentle as she tugs you down the corridor into a softly lit room.

She turns to you and raises a brow at you, releating her previous command. Though this time theres more force in the words.

“Off.” She tugs the patch on ur writs snatching it off with ease and makes short of the one on ur other wrist before her eyes narrow to the ones placed either side your neck.

There the next to go before she pushes u down, you gasp at the feeling of soft that hits you and the overwhelming mesh of alpha scents.

“This is your nest..” you trail off eyes wide and she hums leaning to nose the scent gland on your neck. Giving it a soft lick as she takes in your sent already feeling herself get needy for you the teams her new mate.

“Ours.” She mutters, tone leaving no room for argument as she busy herself scenting at you and rocking her hips as she takes the edge of her neediness off on your thigh.

[ditzydoe444]

oh my goodness, hi! I need a puppy hybrid!Reader story where she’s literally like in fucking heat- going practically insane as she humps anything and everything she can find. She’s whimpering and whining and everything. But the thing is that she can’t finish. Jason’s watching this all unfold and he’s not even doing anything, just smirking as he watches her hump the couch or something. It takes her humping his boot and whining to get her to fuck him. Sorry if this is a really long ask 😅 can I please be 💋 anon if not already taken? Thank you!

MDNI 18+

a/n: you are added anon !!

jason raised a brow as he watched you hump the cushion on the couch, completely unaware of his presence as he hid behind the door.

“m-mph!” you moaned as you rutted your hips harshly, your movements fast and desperate for a release that you could never get. you had no idea what was wrong with you, but you just felt so heavy and hot for the past few days.

jason watched as your fluffy tail thumped against the couch excitedly, clearly a sign you were desperate for a release. you’ve been rescued from a lab, and was clearly new to everything. it was clear from how you had no shame in humping everything despite when people were around like dick and bruce.

he watched as your arousal stained the sheets, leaking out of your tiny cunt. “n-nngh!” you whined as you squeezed your eyes shut. everybody knew you were in heat, god they could smell your arousal from how you humped every single damn surface with no shame even when people were in the room.

“didn’t know you were allowed to go humping on any damn surface like a wild dog,” jason raised a brow as he walked into the room that smelt like your arousal.

“jay?” you mumbled as you stared at him with wide and hazy eyes, your pupils dilated as your cheeks flushed with a soft shade of pink.

he sat on the couch, a few inches from you as he stared at your naked form.

“n-need help jay,” you mumbled as you squirmed off the couch to the floor, kneeling in between his thighs.

“everything just feels so hot, and my skin is on fire and it just hurts,” you rambled on as your eyes stared at him pleadingly to give you some release.

you scooted closer, to the point where you were on his boot, humping it.

“need to come huh pup?” jason taunted as he watches you move on his boot pathetically, his eyes drifting over your bare body.

you nodded, tail wagging pathetically as you grind on his boot. “feels weird jay, need something,” you mumbled as your breathing starts to become uneven.

“please fill me up jacey, i need something,” you begged as you continued humping his boot, jason’s stare cold and calculating. you needed to be filled, to have your tight cunt stuffed with his fat cock.

“come from my boot first.”

[mochinomnoms]

whatever vaquita anon is on, i need some. the thumping tail and purring fish??? *ascends* whenever youre free i beg of you to add more onto it

anyways love them, big smooch 💋

love you, big smooch 💋

MWA~💋

💋anon

MMMMMWAH!

I imagine it's quite cute when they're sleepy. Even in their human forms, they still have some mer features that translate over.

I think they still can purr and chirp, as well as clack their jaws. It's a big unnerving to hear such sounds from someone who looks human, but also you know they're not human.

It might just be a bit weird, hearing a clicking sound come from his throat when you scratch a spot on his scalp that feels juuuust right. But it's him, your spooky scary eelmer, and you can be at ease knowing that the sounds he makes are because he's content and comfortable.

Floyd might be more inclined to vocalize his pleasure, he's never been shy with his feelings. If he's getting a good back scratch and kisses from his mate, then why shouldn't he be loud and proud about it? Occasionally you'll have your friends walk into Ramshackle and find a large Floyd completely engulfing you in his arms as he rests on your belly. He's purring and smiling as he cuddles into you, it's almost a sweet view if the others forgot just who Floyd was. You'd think rumors and jokes would spread about him being a big soft sap, until someone makes the wrong comment about him being your little pet. Then they remember the strengths that morays are known for when they feel a crack in their ribs.

Jade, on the other hand, is always reserved in his affections. He doesn't hide that he's without, everyone knows, as he's quite blunt about it. People also notice that he is a bit more close and touchy with you than others: hovering around you, touching the small of your back, offering his arm to walk with you to class. It's all quite gentlemanly, which is the exact image Jade wants everyone to have. It's why you will only ever catch him curled into your side, arms wrapped around you as he breathes into your neck. It's not quite as loud as his merform, but you can feel the vibration from his soft purrs as you scratched his back under his loose shirt, dressed for sleep instead of the usual suits and uniforms. You two are in his room, where no one else can interrupt you or see him so vulnerable. Except Floyd and Azul, the former making increasingly complicated efforts to barge in mid-cuddle to take pictures for their mom (and blackmail). Unfortunately, Jade has a sixth sense for his brother and his mischief (mostly to join in) and you'd often find yourself mid-scratch when Jade suddenly launches up to tackle a barging Floyd. Swiftly and smoothly, Jade is able to kick Floyd out and hold his phone hostage for a few more hours until his brother starts trying to crawl in the vents, in which case cuddles are canceled until Floyd is bored again.

[mattybsgroupie]

i think you have blurbs about sub!matt n sub!chris with this answer but how would they react to being told no when they yell cum?

- 💋 !!

— denying chris and matt

i think sub!chris would be surprised and even desperate, because he’s usually a good boy. he didn’t do anything wrong tonight, so why were you punishing him? “w-why not?!” he asks, his forehead covered in sweat.

“i just wanna try something new, sweetie” you coo, still jerking him off. the pet name makes his legs tremble and his hips move upwards, practically fucking himself onto your fist.

“but i’m good! please i need to cum so bad” he’d try again, but chris is smarter than that. he’d turn it on you. “please, i wanna make a mess for you, i promise ‘m gonna make you feel so good ma i just need to cum first”

matt, as usual, doesn’t speak. his blue eyes go wide and he throws his head back in frustration, a whine coming out of his lips, followed by a pout.

you cup his cheeks and peck his lips, but he whines again as you keep on riding him. “c’mon matty, you can hold for me can’t you?” you asked in a gentle tone, and he loves when you’re all soft with him.

he denies with his head, his mouth hanging open as moans and whimpers escape his throat. “yeah? are you gonna act like this? you don’t wanna be a good boy for mommy?” you tease, and with a “s-sorry sorry please” he snaps. he couldn’t hold it, poor little thing. you just feel so good around him.

[spirit-lanterns]

Omfg

Sugar Mommy!Kafka also being Rich Auntie!Kafka is so sweet. Her spoiling all your nieces/nephews... ghsjsns 😍

Considering how she could afford that. She must also be able to get her hands on some... "exotic" toys for the two of you to "play" with before you head to bed 🥴

💋 Anon

This reminds me of Asta and her expensive sex toy collection 😅

Perhaps she and Kafka can be friends in the sex toy collectors hobby, as both of them are wealthy enough to have entire walk in closets filled with exotic toys for you. Just make sure that when you invite your family over with the kids, that they don’t rummage around in your master bedroom and somehow get into the secret closet 💀

Luckily, Sugar Mommy! Kafka is rich enough to install a special locked door that requires a code to get in. So her special exotic toy collection is safe whenever your nieces/nephews visit.

Your niece/nephew: Auntie Kafka? What’s behind the locked door?

Kafka, smiling: A dead body.

[snow-blower]

no bc i’m on my period rn and i just cried over the fact that robb is not real and he’s not hugging me rn… 😭

- 💋

What do you mean? Robb is real. He's so fucking real. Here, I'll prove it in this little drabble whilst I further procrastinate on smut fics. This is also unedited and I'm tired so it's a major mess, sorry bout that 😔

Masterlist

Robb's warmth surrounds you as you cuddle in bed, his arms securely wrapped around your smaller frame. There's a comfort in his warmth, in the way he wraps you up safely in his arms. The warmth of a fire or a million furred blankets couldn't quite compare to Robb's warmth. No — his is far more comforting. Like a home you wish to never leave.

You could feel each huff of his breath against your neck, goosebumps prickling on the skin there. Robb's limbs were intertwined with your own. It was a mess of limbs, really. You couldn't quite tell if it was your leg there or his leg here.

Your chambers were still blanketed in darkness, shadows dancing in the corners and the hearth reduced to a small flickering flame.

Shifting slightly beneath the furs, the ever-dull ache that woke you up twisted in your gut once more, wringing a huff of displeasure from your lips. Your moonblood had been wringing out pain throughout the past week. It has been never-ending, and you've found yourself debating praying to the gods in the Godswood, in hopes it would make it stop for a mere moment.

You weren't quick enough to stifle the groan you let out as your mind began to fully register the aches and pains, for Robb stirs behind you. His arms tighten around your waist, further pulling you against him. His chest presses against your back, his chin resting atop your soft shoulder as his eyes flick open.

“Darling? Are you still in pain?” He asks softly, his voice husky and deep with sleep. The words are murmured against your neck, his beard brushing softly against the skin there, tickling you almost.

A nod from you as you curl in on yourself has Robb sighing softly. His hand, large and rough but always ever so gentle with you, moves from your waist to rest over your stomach. You can feel the warmth of his palm through your nightgown and find it helps a little with the pain.

“Lie still, darling.” He coaxes softly, holding you steady as you try to shift and curl in on yourself more.

He starts to rub small circles on your stomach, soothing the sore muscles there. The action holds a steady warmth that you easily melt into. It lessens the pain but doesn't make it disappear completely, much to your dismay.

“Better?” He asks, rewarding you with a kiss to your shoulder when you nod tiredly once more. “Good.” He hums, never once stopping his gentle caress.

His other hand finds your own beneath the furs, lacing your fingers together. He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

There's a peaceful silence between you both as you lay there wrapped in his arms. Though, it lasts only a mere moment before you speak up for the first time since waking. “You're warm,” you breathe out in a sigh, turning your head a little in an attempt to hide your face in the warmth of his neck.

Those words pull a chuckle from him, an amused smile tugging at his lips. “Well, someone has to keep my Queen from freezing,” he murmurs playfully, his smile growing at the huffed chuckle you let out.

"Try to get some more sleep, love." He lets go of your hand as he speaks, reaching to tug the furs up to your chin before grasping your hand in his own once more. A small murmur of okay from you, Robb murmurs back a soft, "Good girl."

Robb waits for you to drift back to sleep before even thinking of falling asleep himself. He watches your eyes flutter closed, your breathing evening out and your body further relaxing against his own.

He remains awake a little longer, his hand never stilling on your stomach. Pressing another kiss to your shoulder, he lets himself drift back off to sleep too, his warmth still surrounding you.

[sugarwarachan]

part two, you dirty birdies. go read this first to catch up! summary: A city-wide blackout leads to some questionable decisions on Eraserhead's part: for four nights in a row now, Aizawa Shouta has been watching you get yourself off. Is tonight the night he joins in? pairing: aizawa shouta x citizen!reader wc: 2.4k (oops) content warnings: SMUT mdni, dark content, stalker!aizawa, voyeurism, dubcon, power imbalance (pro hero/civilian, ya know), obsessive behavior, voice kink, dirty talk, blindfolds are involved, piv sex, oral f!receiving, spanking, dom/sub elements but not explicitly stated, aizawa's big dick, creampie, unprotected sex (do not do this!!! especially with strangers!!! this is fiction!!!)

Aizawa knows he shouldn’t go back.

It was already enough of a risk to hear your voice; that he's considering confirming his identity with you should have alarm bells blaring in his head.

But logic abandoned him hours ago.

Your message, come back tomorrow <3, blinks in his head. At this point, he’s just waiting for the city to fall asleep so he can slip out along the ledge and head straight to you.

Part of him is bizarrely nervous to replace the distance with reality, but the thought of never feeling your weight on top of him erases all arguments.

As soon as night falls, he winds his capture weapon around his neck and slides out into the dark.

All day long, you’ve been aching and hot, sliding your thighs together under the desk at work to relieve some of the pressure.

There’s no guarantee he’ll come back. You’ve told yourself this ever since you woke up gasping for breath, rocking your hips against a pillow.

It’s like he possessed you, you muse on the train ride home, the force of the train cars rattling your already frazzled head. You’ve never felt this way in your life, desire snapping and fizzing under your skin.

Your apartment looks exactly the same as when you left, straight down to the kicked-over coat stand you’d jostled on your way out the door. It’s all so maddeningly ordinary that it takes everything within you not to scream.

It’s almost like last night didn’t happen at all.

“No need to sigh like that, sweetheart.”

His voice comes from behind you. Fear zips up your spine like dynamite sparking, your stomach bottoming out in one fell swoop.

He’s here.

Something winds around your wrists and face, obscuring your vision and tugging your body back. You collide with someone who smells like cedar and books and black coffee.

You breathe in his scent as the fear melts to excitement, to anticipation.

He’s here.

“Miss me, sweet girl?”

You’d think huffing him in like a fucking croissant would be a dead giveaway.

“What’s with the blindfold?” you ask instead. Angling your head in various ways does nothing. He made sure you can’t make him out, only confirming your previous hunch. He’s a pro, and he sure as fuck doesn’t want anyone to know he’s sneaking into girls’ apartments and fucking them stupid.

“You’re smarter than that.”

His voice is even better in person; you can feel the rumble of it against your neck. He loosens his hold on the cloth binding your wrists. Your hands naturally settle on the broad expanse of his chest.

He says the next thing nice and soft, “We don’t have to do anything.”

You understand the out for what it is, but you’re willing to sacrifice your sight for a taste of what he offered you yesterday.

“I’d like to do some things,” you say, and he huffs a laugh. “I don’t know what you did to me, but if you don’t touch me in the next few seconds, I feel like I’ll pass out.”

You don’t even realize you’re grinding yourself on his thigh until his hand splays across your hip, stilling you. Flipping you around, he cages you against the door, teeth scraping down the side of your throat.

“You don’t know what I did to you?” He punctuates the ask by kicking your feet apart with the heel of his boot. Your pussy clenches around nothing, a keen high in your throat. “What about what you did to me? Feels like I’ve got you floating around my fucking bloodstream.”

With a growl, he scoops you up and pins you against the door with his hips, mouth bracketing over yours.

“Can’t get your pretty little noises out of my head,” he says against your lips, sounding like a man at a confessional. His hips jerk, the length of his erection pulsing between you. “Can’t stop thinking about that pretty picture you sent me.”

He laves at your collarbone with his tongue, hand resting in the hollow of your throat. The gentlest squeeze elicits your softest sigh. He grunts at the sound, thick fingers applying more pressure before falling to your waist and locking you in place. His breath skates over your cheek; you feel the rasp of stubble on your skin.

“Let me take you to bed, sweetheart.”

God, his voice makes your knees fucking buckle. His forearm is tight around your back, holding you close.

“Please.”

You don’t recognize that whine as your voice; you’ve never sounded this eager, never felt this aching pulse in your core the way you do now. You need him to mold your insides to the shape of him, to pin you down on the mattress and take you.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. You don’t know him, not really, but you like this aspect of his personality. He makes his want for you tangible, so sharp you can practically taste it in the air. It’s like he’d rather die than leave you unsatisfied, and honestly, you don’t think anyone’s made you feel like that.

You can’t help liking it.

He taps open the door to your room with the toe of his boot. Lips slanted over yours, his tongue presses behind your teeth, licking into your mouth in the filthiest kiss you’ve ever shared with someone. It’s a sloppy clash of teeth and tongues; your hands fist in his hair as he caresses his thumbs over the skin of your hips.

“Take your clothes off.”

You obey just as you did on the phone, the rush to do so shooting a wave of heat over your face.

“That’s my girl, fuckin’ eager for it, huh?” You wish you could see his face; you want to match the feral snarl you hear with an expression. He sounds like he’s enjoying it, standing in front of you fully clothed while your arousal drips down your fucking legs.

You cross your legs together and he laughs, the hot span of his hands splaying over your hips as he tugs you to him.

“I know you’re needy, baby; you’re already doin’ so good for me. You listen just a little longer and I’ll make sure this pretty little pussy of yours gets the treatment she deserves, okay?” He cups your cunt in the palm of his hand; immediately, you rock against him, the meat of his palm bunching over your clit. He spanks your ass sharply. “Get on the bed and spread your legs open.”

Your muscles are shaky; your thighs tremble as you settle on the bed. You’ve never wanted to be able to see more than right now, spread out and vulnerable underneath a stranger’s gaze.

Before doubt can blare in your head, you hear him, “Fucking Christ, sweetheart, look at you. Absolutely gorgeous.”

His knee dips the mattress; his hands pry your thighs apart obscenely.

“She’s prettier up close,” he says, and then sucks your clit into his mouth.

You buck your hips into his face. He holds you down with his other hand and sucks harder. The sound you make has pre-cum spurting from his cock.

He’ll fucking cum like this if he’s not careful, rutting his hips on the sheets with your thighs choking off his air supply.

Worse ways to go, all things considered.

“You’ve been pent-up for a while, hmm?” He turns his head to kiss at the soft skin of your inner thigh, slick shimmering in the moonlight. He almost wishes his stubble were longer so he could capture more of your scent.

You smell so fucking good; he inhales and runs his teeth up the inside of your thigh, biting and sucking, grinding your clit on his nose. You whimper and lock your hands on his hair, silently begging for more.

He runs the flat of his tongue over your clit before breaking away. His dick jumps at your growl of frustration.

“Let’s stretch you out on my fingers first, pretty girl. I wasn’t just talking myself up yesterday.” He coats his fingers in your arousal, inhales the musky sweet scent of you like a drug. “You’re gonna need a little prep before you can take me.”

He sinks two fingers in. Your cunt sucks him in, gummy walls immediately clamping down. He drops his forehead to yours, thinks wildly about ripping away the blindfold, of forcing you to hold his gaze while he makes your pussy gush on his hands.

“More,” you cry out, and he obliges, working three fingers in, twisting and pressing and stroking, listening to your small gasps, waiting for the breath in your voice to catch. "Sho, please—"

Aizawa bites down on his lower lip when your back bows, fingers scrabbling at his forearm, holding his hand in place as you rock back and forth on his fingers. One little pinch of your clit and you’re sobbing out his name.

He lopes an arm under you and pulls you to him. Your breath comes out in shuddery little gasps.

“All good, sweetheart?”

You nod against his neck, already nosing at his throat for a kiss.

He doesn’t know what possesses him.

“I’ll let you take off the blindfold if you get on your hands and knees.”

The noise you make is so embarrassingly eager you almost cringe.

You might see him.

You arrange yourself as he asks, wiggling your ass and arching your back. You gasp when he palms your hip, pulling you back against his clothed cock.

"Can I take it off now?" you try to ask as coy as you can, but you just sound like a fucked-out mess. He feels big. You saw the picture but it's nothing compared to feeling the ridge of his shaft pulsing along the cleft of your ass. You choke on a groan, undulating your hips in a desperate move to calm the ache in your lower belly.

He grunts behind you and palms the back of your head. “Eyes forward, or you aren’t getting fucked. Understand?”

You nod into the mattress, not trusting your own voice.

"Words, princess, didn't we talk about this last time?" His tone is between condescending and tender and it's making your insides turn to fucking goo.

"I understand."

"Good."

You hear the clink of buckles, the rustle of a zipper.

"I'll only keep my eyes forward if all your clothes come off, though."

You know you're pushing it, pushing him, but fuck, you need his skin on yours so you can sear him into your fucking brain.

You squeal at the crack of pain when his palm collides with your ass.

"Mouthy tonight, honey?" There's his hand again, collaring the back of your neck. You throw your hips back at him; he spanks you again. "Fuck, you know what you're doin', don't you? My little cocktease want her pussy stuffed that badly?"

No one's talked to you like this. No one's ever said exactly the sort of profane filth you've longed to hear.

"Yes," you sob out.

"The clothes come off then, you little brat."

When he settles behind you, the hot ridge of his dick slides between your folds and you jerk back into him. The blindfold falls away.

"Goddammit," he growls out, fingers digging into the plush of your hips. "Fuck, you're soaking wet, baby. Can already feel her trying to suck me in, isn't that right?" He palms your lower belly. "You're gonna feel me right fuckin' here. I'm gonna be so deep inside you you'll forget about everything but me, you understand?"

His cockhead tips into your fluttering hole. Fuck, he is big. You peer back between your tits at where he's disappearing into you. The girth and length of him makes your stomach bottom out.

His hand pushes down on your lower back, bowing your ass up.

"Don't run away, let me work my way in, huh? Make my pretty girl feel so fucking full." Another inch of him slots inside you. The stretch of it burns slightly, but the pain recedes when he rubs little circles on your clit. "Fuckkkk, baby, you have any idea how perfect this tight little pussy is? Feels like you're suckin' the life out of me."

The drag of his cock inside you makes your eyes cross. With every thrust, he rubs the head of his dick on your g spot, hand locked in a possessive clutch on your lower belly.

"Put your hand here, feel where I'm fucking you." With one hand on top of yours, he presses down hard. You buck, the sensation almost too much. "No one else is ever gonna have this pussy, you hear me? It's fucking mine, sweet girl, mine to fuck, mine to feast on, mine to fill up with cum—"

The heel of his hand grinds down on your clit and that's all it takes before your orgasm collapses your lungs and shorts out your brain. Everything detonates, star-bursts of pleasure exploding in your core until tears stream down your face.

His rhythm barely falters as he fucks you through it, mouth hot on the back of your neck. "Keep goin', princess, you can cum again, can't ya? One more time, just for me. There's my fuckin' girl, milk every fucking drop out of me, fuck—"

You can only imagine the milky ring of cum and arousal coating his cock as he wrenches another orgasm from your tired body. His dick pulses inside you, a guttural moan reverberating from his throat so deeply you practically feel it in your gut.

He stays inside you for a few more moments, both of you catching your breath. When he slips out, you groan at the loss.

"Be right back, sweet girl. Blindfold goes back on, too."

He laughs when you pout, cloth obscuring your vision once more.

When he comes back, he dips a warm cloth between your thighs, swabbing away the gooey mess. You're so sensitive you hiss out a sharp breath. He presses a glass of water into your hand. You gulp it down with gusto.

"I already blocked off where I came in from," he's saying, and you can't help but roll your eyes even if he can't see the motion. You wonder how he chalks up this whole excursion in his stupid pro hero head.

"Don’t want anyone else getting to me or something?"

He clears his throat. "Or something."

The scrape of your window sounds. "I'd start locking these if I were you."

You know he's gone when the cloth whips away from your face, the flutter of your gauzy white curtains the only proof he was there.

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[sea-lanterns]

Well... Miko is certainly going to give her darling a gift to remember this not-Christmas XD

💋Anon

Yk how some people will ask for a puppy for Christmas? Well, looks like Reader will be getting more than just a puppy this year. Definitely a litter of puppies from Miko because the pent up kitsune will give little foxlings to you after spending a whole month resisting the urge to mount you.

I’m afraid she’s even prepared a nest and everything for your impending litter. This frustrated kitsune is only following her instincts and she wants to make you a mama 😅

[chxrryhansen]

hiii okay this is my first time asking something and is terrifying and you don’t have to do this of course

rafe cameron takes the shy girl out for a date at the beach and at the end he fucks her senseless

also can i be 💋 anon?? 

ofc you can bby!! and dont be scared omg i would love to hear each and every one of your thoughts! also if you have sent me a request in my asks i will get to it after i publish my concepts!

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“your wine taste good sweetie?” he asked, his lips wrapping around the bottle in his hand, taking a swig of beer.

rafe surprised you, taking you to a private spot on his family owned beach; he had even hired a waiter to serve you underneath a beautiful open fale facing the jewel like ocean. contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend had never treated you poorly, never raising his voice, always buying you gifts and treating you like a princess. he practically worshiped the ground you walk on.

“mhm.” you nodded happily, sending him one of your famously shy smiles. his large hand reached across the table intertwining his fingers with your own much smaller ones.rafe had always been soft on you, you just seemed to have a way of comforting him with a sense of calming. he was so used to hearing crashing waves that he had forgotten what a calm ocean sounded like until he met you.

pushing his chair back he stands gently, keeping a hold of your hand. pulling you softly to stand. he leads you to the edge of the deck, standing behind you with his hands holding your hips as you lean over the wooden ledge, admiring the motionless sea and the crimson pink sky, watching as the sun begins to set.

“beautiful, huh?” he whispers, pressing kisses to your forehead. running his lips down til he reaches your neck, sucking and biting your soft skin gently.

you moan weakly at the sensation, clenching your thighs together to relieve some tension and throwing your head back in ecstasy. you push your hips further into his, listening to him grunt you begin to grind in circular motions, his grip tightening as he guides you, feeling his hard length in between your ass cheeks. His hands move from your hips to lift your dress over your ass.

At his newfound discovery he lets out a low whistle “no panties? naughty girl.” he drawls.

“t-touch me.. please rafe.” you whine, feeling hot underneath his gaze. His fingers run through your slit, gathering your sweet juices as you whine in pleasure, turning your head and watching as he lifts his fingers to his lips, sucking gently, panting at the taste of your sopping pussy.

“you know i love you, right honey?…” he whispered, pulling down his slacks, his hand wrapping around his fat cock, he begins rubbing his tip up and down against your hole, pushing his hips into you slightly, just deep enough that your walls began to swallow his thick mushroom tip as you cry out. you nodded shakily, tears streaming down your cheeks in anticipation.

“good. cause’ i’m gonna’ fuck you like i don’t.”

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[phoxphenex]

hi girly I love your blog! I was wondering if you could do texts with the dreamies where they haven’t asked you to be their valentine yet and reader is like “im gonna give you away”

-💋 anon ( can I have this emoji for my anon or is it already taken?)

aaaaaa thank you!! i’ve added you to the list :) welcome 💋!

“i’m gonna give you away” dream texts

[captain-hawks]

accidentally eating aphrodisiac chocolate with roommate!kuroo…

-💋

you settle in for a movie on the couch while you're eating it, cluelessly. and you're both becoming a little more restless than usual—kuroo keeps slinging his arm over the back of the couch, bouncing his leg, dragging a hand through his hair, unconsciously spreading his thighs wider and wider apart. you're suddenly far too aware of the way the seam of your jean shorts sits flush between your legs.

it's the middle of winter, but you're sweating. enough to shrug off your sweatshirt, not really thinking twice about the strappy tank top that's more pajamas than anything else that you're wearing underneath.

and kuroo feels like he's gotten pretty good at compartmentalizing his dick's feelings on the too-short sleep shorts you waltz around in sometimes. your underwear. sports bras.

but he takes once glance over at you with another piece of chocolate tucked between his teeth and nearly chokes on it, panicking as he reaches for a throw pillow to hide the evidence of his cock's instant reaction to the sight of the tank top that sits flush against your hard nipples.

(...if it seems suspicious that kuroo blurts out that he doesn't feel well and rushes off to his room midway through the movie, you're too laser focused on making a beeline for the vibrator in your nightstand to think anything of it.)

[insomniakisses]

I’m in a sad headspace bestie :( can i get hc of alpha Mary or alpha Leah caring for me (i wish omega headspace was real)

Im okay ganging in there! Things are rough in the states & it’s been a low energy week! How are you? Xo

-💋

Aw nooooo bestie :((( I’m sorry to hear that heres some Mary taking care of u hcs! // im okay ty!

Alpha / G!p Mary Earps taking care of you when your down

All you need to do is look at her and she knows

She knows exactly how you feel and exactly what you need

She’ll wrap you up tight in her arms and just hold you tight

Telling you that your okay, your safe here in her arms and she’d never let anything hurt you

She’s just holding you in her lap letting you tuck your face into her neck and breathe her in

She’ll rub your back gently and place kisses to your shoulder or head

She’ll put ur comfort movie or show on

Even if she doesn’t like it

Even if its just background noise to you

Because rn is about you

She’ll make or order in your favourite food to eat while you cuddle and watch it.

If she senses you need to slip into a subspace then she gently takes your clothes off

She’ll spread your legs gently as you lean back against her eyes shutting as u relax in her arms

She’ll gently rub at your clit and kiss your neck whispering soft praises and sweet words

Working in her fingers till shes softly fingering you and thumbing your clit

She brings you to orgasm softly again and again and again

All the while praising and reassuring you

If you need even more to fall into headspace she’ll slip her sweats off and guide her cock in.

You can choice to stay leaning back into her or move so your straddling her face tucked back into her neck

She’ll shuffle you both slightly so she can gently thrust up into you.

She’ll guide you through more orgasms until your knotted on her cock deep into omegaspace

Then she kisses your head and wraps a blanket over you

Softly rumbling back as you purr drifting to sleep in her arms.