#((your muses: -gets a whiny baby-))

[aspiringroleplays]

@k3ytoheart

"He-ey." Sora called out irately. His spikey black head glistened from the sea water, blue eyes sharp in frustration. He was shoulders up, popped out of the sea water. "HE-EY!" A pout of irritation, before he chucked a shell, right for the head of his best friend. "HEY! Pay attention to me!"

[fairy-angel222]

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𐙚⋆.˚

You'd been such a bad girl for him, so bratty and rude. No punishment would be fit enough than tying your hands and legs together and making you sit on a couch near the bed.

Your eyes watery as you whimpered desperately into the pair of panties stuffed between your lips. Trying to rub your thighs together for any kind of friction to your aching clit.

Geto only smirked, tangling his fingers into Gojo's hair before lifting the moaning man to face you. Gojo's eyes filled with pleasure filled tears as they met yours.

His back arching deeply as Geto hammered roughly into his ass.

"This could've been both of you baby." Geto groaned. "Ya couldn't been getting fucked this good if you weren't such a brat." He spat.

Your pleas were muffled by the drool filled fabric, your wetness dripping lewdly onto your thighs and the chair below you. Rutting your hips back and forth in an attempt to feel something, anything, on your throbbing clit.

Gojo let out a cry, his body trembling as Geto held his back flush on his chest. His hand wrapping around the white haired man's neck with a deep grunt. "Such a good boy f' me Satoru." Gojo's eyes rolling back with a mewl. "Such a good fucking boy. Taking me so well."

You watched as Gojo neared his orgasm, Geto reaching forward to stroke at his sensitive cock. Gojo unable to help the loud moans and whimpers leaving his mouth as his pleasure doubled, body trembling as he experienced the most mind blowing orgasm.

Something that you could’ve gotten too.

"Look at her when you cum." Geto growled lowly, his own cock twitching as he whispered into Gojo's ear. Hard thrusts lewd and sloppy as he forced the white haired man to keep eye contact with you.

"Ahh- Suguruu," Gojo cried out, his abs tensing as his voice cracked, coming undone with a high pitched moan. Thick spurts of his cum spilling into the air in front of him with a shiver.

Geto hummed, spilling deep into Gojo with his eyes on you and a smirk on his face. Chuckling darkly at the pouty glare you attempted to give him. "Listen baby, if Satoru manages to fuck you properly while i fuck him, then you can cum." He suggests.

And you nodded eagerly, your pussy aching with need at the idea of getting stuffed. Gojo panted heavily, whimpering when Geto pulled out of him to go untie you. Feeling the man's cum leaking out of him and onto the sheets, some of it running messily down his thighs.

"You're so mean Sugu." you mumbled when you were untied, Geto's fingers under your chin lifting your head to look up at him. "Don't make me change my mind."

You whimpered in protest. "N-no wait! ‘M sorry, I'll be a good girl i promise."

"Good."

You quickly found yourself being shoved onto your hands and knees, Gojo fucking into you while Geto fucked into him. The dark haired man controlling the pace and rhythm with his harsh thrusts.

You and Gojo were so noisy. Your whiny moans echoing in the room as you were both fucked dumb. Gojo's cock prodding at your g spot as it pierced deep into you. His hips slamming roughly into you each time Geto mercilessly drilled into his ass. Fat cock kissing his prostate repeatedly.

You let out a loud cry, Gojo's grip on your hips tightening as a string of mewls fell past your lips. The stimulation on both ends driving him crazy as he let Geto do all the work, practically fucking him in and out of you.

"Look at you two. Two dumb little cock sluts f' me aren't ya?" Geto mused, enjoying the way you were both falling apart under him. "So fucking pretty, both of you." he groaned. Rolling his hips to hit Gojo's prostate meanly, making the man let out a broken cry. His breathing getting heavy as his legs shook under him. You clenching down on his cock so tightly not making his situation any better.

"Suguru— nngh— Satoru, s-so go-odd," you moaned, your back arching as your vision blurred, drowning out Gojo's cries and Geto's groans as your head became fuzzy. Your lips parting in a string of short screams as you got closer and closer to the edge.

"Nngh— 'm gonna cum. O-oh fuck- ahhh, 'm gonna cum," you babbled shakily.

"Ahh, me t-too— nngh." Gojo voiced, his head falling back onto Geto's shoulder while your hands went limp under you. Your cheek pressed into the sheets making him reach so much deeper. Cock grazing your g spot all the more sweeter.

"Shit— both of you are doing so well. Moaning so damn sluttily- fuck, let it out sweethearts.. that's it." Geto encouraged. Both you and Gojo shaking uncontrollably as you came. Gojo painting your walls white as you moaned, pussy squirting messily onto his cock.

"Get down on your knees f'me." Geto gritted out, you and Gojo complying despite your panting state, both of you attempting to calm the rise and fall of your chests. Kneeling next to each other on the floor for Geto to begin stroking his cock.

"My pretty little sluts," he groaned, "so fucking p-perfect." Fisting his cock till his cum coated both your pretty faces. Swallowing hard when you two took the other’s lips on your own. Sloppily swapping his cum from one mouth to another as you whimpered.

You and Gojo holding onto each other tightly as you both rutted your hips, soft moans filling the room when you took turns licking at each other’s lips. All the blood rushing right back to Geto’s cock as he watched you two make out.

“Looks like we’re far from finished huh?” A grin gracing his face when you both looked up at him through still wet lashes.

[rae-writes]

Ferrari #FF2800 — Bakugou Katsuki

lord explosion murder god of our heart <3 || 0.2k || m.list

“Get your fuckin feet off my dash?!”

The sheer incredulousness dripping from your fiance’s tone made you unable to hide the laughter that rolled out, body slumping in the pristine leather seats of his new car, shoulders shaking with how hard you were letting your amusement show.

“The fuck you think you’re laughin at? Feet. Off.” Bakugo could complain all he wanted as he peeled out of the parking lot, but you could see the quirk of his mouth like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

You still dropped your feet back down to the floor board, though, leaning over the console to press apology kisses to his cheek and jaw. “Don’t pop a blood vessel, baby, your dash remains spotless.”

He grumbles yet still leans his head into your kisses, eyes never straying from the road. He mutters out a few ‘more’s and a particularly whiny ‘on the corner of my mouth too’ before finally getting to plant a real one on you at a red light. 

“‘M gonna take that ring back if you keep on.” The stupid grin on his handsome face was like a flashing sign to show he was full of shit.

“Yeah?” you mused, taking your shoes off and placing your socked feet on the dash, wiggling your toes to bring emphasis to your Dynamight themed socks. “Better be careful, my husband’s really strong. Big scary pro-hero.”

Katsuki visibly melted at the use of ‘husband’, wishing the wedding would come even sooner. “He sounds badass.”

Another laugh came from you, breath tickling his ear as you kissed his cheek again once the light turned green. “A badass that better hurry and get us to his parents house before we’re late for dinner.”

[chuluoyi]

✎ protect

- gojo satoru x reader

the word “protect” now means so much more to him

genre: soft and playful gojo, sugary dump fluff, pregnant!reader

note: anyone craving some soft gojo? :3 based on a suggestion by an anon who needs a soft gojo a while back, thank you!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

When he was 16, Gojo Satoru thought that protecting other people was a pain, and didn't take it seriously.

Later, when he realized that even non-sorcerers deserve to live their lives in peace, he dedicated himself to becoming stronger so that he would be capable to protect them more. However, even then, he didn't perceive their worth as significant.

But when you entered the picture, that measly, glorified word suddenly became so much more.

Usually people would only care about whether he had succeeded his mission or not. His formidable reputation as the epitome of strength means no one is genuinely interested in his wellbeing—no one after Suguru, to be exact—until you did.

After a whirlwind romance of attraction and banters, Satoru reached the conclusion that he wanted you, the only person left who actually made him feel like a human, to stay happy and safe. He would do it with his own hands, even if it meant reshaping this cruel world to be kinder for you with him as your shield.

And the word “protect” gained an entirely new meaning years later, when he rested his head on your swollen belly—the place where his new cherished treasure was growing.

“When will he come out~?” he asked in a whiny tone and a blissful smile, even though he clearly knew the answer.

You shook your head with playful resignation, unable to conceal your smile. "In three weeks. Now help me get comfortable, you dork."

He helped you turn over and fetched a pillow to place under your aching spine. Then, with a mischievous grin, he lightly poked your belly with two fingers, eliciting a yelp from you.

"Don't poke me! You're poking your child!"

To that, Satoru merely threw his head back and snickered like the dumbass he was. He then tenderly rested his hand on the taut skin of your belly, gently massaging it, smiling with ardent happiness.

"Can't really believe it," he sighed, brimming with the purest sense of contentment. "A mini Gojo, huh... You're really doing a honorable work."

A child of his and yours. He had always wondered how he would be after seeing him firsthand—would he laugh just like he had been doing now, or will it be the first instance that move him to the point of shedding tears? One of the reasons he eagerly anticipated his son's birth was just to discover how he would react.

Seeing the weight of his baby growing within you, making you rounder and fuller, stirred a deep well of warm emotions in him with each passing day though.

"I am," you retorted cheekily, rolling your eyes. "In fact, you should be revering and worshipping me for carrying your spawn."

He merely hummed in a childlike manner, feeling his baby move around under his touch. You were about to roast him again with something funny when he leaned down and planted a kiss on your tummy, whispering to it.

"Please come out already~ Papa wants to meet you!"

Your heart swelled with warmth at that moment. Gojo Satoru was many things, but he wasn't typically known for his softness—he was often seen as this all-perfect being, and so witnessing him acting purely on his human emotions brought you a sense of happiness.

“Who do you think he’ll take after?” you mused.

“Hmmm. Me, obviously. He'll be hot just like me!” he quipped proudly, and you playfully smacked him on the arm.

Satoru caught your hand and kissed it tenderly amidst his grin. "But I want him to have your personality. I'd hate to see him be a show-off."

"So you do realize that you're actually a menace."

He laughed out loud, patting the generous swell of your belly again with a smug look on his face.

"I know, but I'm your menace, and that's all that matters."

And when his adorable son was born less than three weeks later and you passed out due to sheer exhaustion, Satoru vowed by everything in the heavens and the earth that he wouldn't spare anything to protect you and his child from this curse-filled world.

Epilogue - on the night of the birth -

“Satoru—” you panted, grimacing, head jerking back as your womb throbbed and pulsed in order to bring forth your child into the world. “I… feel like I’m going to faint…”

Worry etched his face as you leaned on him. “Hey, hey… Calm down sweetheart, relax and catch up on your breath, okay? Don’t worry, he’ll come out soon.”

Somehow his words rubbed you the wrong way.

“Hahh—this… is because of you! This happened because you shoved your stick into me! You horny bas—aahh!”

“Well, hey! Last I remembered, you begged me to put it into you! And I'm not—pfft—”

“Then what are you?!”

“Hmmm, nothing but a man who got you pregnant, sweetheart~”

“If I bleed out and die, it’s going to be your fault, you evil, wretched sorcerer!”

[moremaybank]

yet another breeding kink!jj musing…(combined with this request from a lovely anon ♡)

You're on your last leg. Your eyes can barely remain open for more than five seconds, and even that is generous. The wind is far from being knocked straight out of your lungs, and you'd be struggling to keep your head upright instead of smushed against your pillow if it weren't for JJ and the position he has you in.

You're on your stomach, with JJ on top of you, chest pressed to your back and pelvis knocking into your ass every time he sheathes his cock into you. His bulky arm keeps you in a headlock, and his lips remain next to your ear, warm breath fanning over the side of your face every time he pants or whispers filthy words into your ear.

"Don't go, baby. Don't leave me. Keep givin' me this pretty pussy, yeah?"

How in the world are you expected to not give him whatever he wants when he's being so soft with you and begging you to stay?

You can't.

That fact was proven true at the beginning of the night when he'd finally gotten you alone after babysitting your niece. He was all over you, trying to rip your clothes off and kissing every sliver of skin he has access to. Accompanied with a hushed let's get them panties off, mama. 'm boutta give you a fuckin' baby spoken into the crook of your neck, you were handing yourself over to him on a platter.

Now, you're whiny and achy and sensitive with the way he's been pummelling his cock into you, and though it's hard to speak, you manage to cry out a small t-too much, J. can't handle it. please.

But JJ doesn't think he can stop, even when he's as exhausted as you are. You're oozing with his cum, all messy and hot and tight, and the thought of your belly rounding out and expanding once you're really growing his 'lil fetus in you fuels him. now he has a newfound burst of energy that only plans on spending on you. His words get dirtier and he becomes rougher, and you're in what you believe to be heaven.

"Got so much cum for you, babygirl. C'mon. Take it all for me. Wanna have my baby, don't you?"

He's spearing into your core now, his tip bullying your cervix and kneading your gooey walls with a harsher force. He dots kisses over the back of your shoulder, and then scrapes his teeth against your skin, nipping and pressing marks into your flesh after failing to fight the urge.

"Y'got this, angel. Gonna be such a pretty mama, huh?"

Your cries are being fucked out of you, your throat raw and voice scratchy. "J."

He knows you're close to tapping out, but he can't bear to be separated from you, not now. Not ever.

"Please, baby. Keep goin' for me. Love you so much, jus' wanna give it all to you. Wanna keep you 'round forever."

And you're cumming around him the minute the words leave his lips.

concepts ; concepts (ii)

[benkeibear]

『 Faking it 』

☼ synopsis: you fake your orgasm and are faced with the different ways these men handle it. Will they help or will you get punished?

☼ characters: Sukuna / Yuuta Okkotsu / Choso

☼ wc: 1461

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, mean Sukuna, double penetration, rough/cervix fucking, name calling, slightly mean/manipulative but whiny Yuuta, creampies, soggy Choso, (mutual) masturbation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

☼ notes: enjoy the smut and don't forget to reblog!

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Sukuna:

✧ oh boy. Are you perhaps dumb or don't care about your life?? Now WHY would you do that to yourself??

✧ You were riding your king just the way he likes it, strong arms bouncing you up and down his cock until you were a blabbering mess for him, almost drooling from how good you felt

✧ Sukuna didn't allow you to cum however, punishing you for no reason other than his own entertainment but the closer he got, the further you could feel your release slip away, his voice booming “let go- fucking cum,” he groaned out and you know better than to disobey your kings orders

✧ You weren't close anymore and decided to fake it, moaning and whimpering his name and title while you put on your best show but Sukuna could feel that this wasn't real, your pussy not gripping him as tight as it usually would and you were certainly not obnoxiously wet either

✧ while one set of hands held your hips down, allowing the tip of one of his cocks to sit right at your cervix, the other set of hands wrapped around your throat

✧ The aura around you shifted and so did his gaze from adoration for his queen to a derogatory one full of disappointment “You owe me this orgasm, slut. Do you really think that I'll let you get away with this?” His voice echoed and made you flinch, gasping for air

✧ You thought you were doing so well, being his good girl and giving him what he wanted but you just shoveled your own grave - knowing so when the mouth on his abs opened to lap at your clit while you remained impaled on his cock

✧ Sukuna enjoyed to watch you squirm on his lap only to sound so pathetic with every whimper and whine that fell from your sweet lips. Your noises the worship he craved until he felt your walls flutter around his cock for real this time

✧ “Such a needy little thing needing her clit played with,” he cooed and started to bounce you up and down his length again until you were creaming all over his cock, your eyes glistening with tears from how intense it felt when his cock bruised your cervix but he was right - you give your king what he asks for, not a weak excuse

✧ He was far from done with you, one round never enough to satisfy him so when he flipped you two over and pushed your head onto the hard ground beneath you knew the true punishment is only about to come

✧ both his cocks were lined up with your holes, ready to plow into you until you were ready to beg him to stop, until the safeword falls from your lips because his sweet queen can only take so much pleasure

✧ “just like that- take my fucking cocks,” he mused when you eagerly pushed against him until the tips slid into your weeping cunt and ass, begging him to destroy you. It's what you deserve for faking it.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Yuuta:

✧ Yuuta teased you all evening long with calculated touches, whispered promises of what the night will hold and when he finally touched you it just felt so good

✧ it was worth the wait, everything you've desired - skilled fingers playing with your clit and massaging your sweet spot as his lips latched onto your boobs, gently sucking on your nipples

✧ the squelching noises of your cunt filled the room with their lewdness but every time the knot was about to snap and your cunt started to flutter, Yuuta pulled away

✧ “Not yet, baby. Need you to cum around my dick,” he whispered into your neck as his kisses wandered from your chest to your neck to leave little marks there

✧ His words were full of promises but the edging eventually drove you further away from an orgasm each time and when he was finally on top of you, his dick aching hard when he sunk it into your heat it was unobtainable

✧ Yuuta was rutting into you with quick and calculated thrusts, hitting all the spots that had your toes curling but it just didn't push you over the edge, guilt building up inside of you

✧ He was whining into your neck, begging you to release with him because he couldn't without the feeling of your plush walls milking him dry and the guilt was eating you up alive

✧ you faked your orgasm just as his thrusts grew sloppy and you could feel his cum painting your walls white as the softest moans fell from his trembling lips but a sigh followed the moment he came down from his high

✧ With his cock still buried deep inside of you “You owe me this orgasm, baby… I worked so hard for it. Don't do that to me,” his voice cracked while trying to sound stern and the dangerous glint in his eyes lit up

✧ He took it as a jab to his ego as well as feeling bad for not making you feel as good as he felt so he made it his mission to make you feel good until you begged for him to stop

✧ Yuuta bit into your shoulder when his thrusts started once again, desperate mewls and whines falling from his lips as he pushed through his own overstimulation to punish you by making you orgasm over and over

✧ And when his hand slid between you to rub your clit you started to clench around him - this time for real and you could feel him smirk against your neck, not knowing the sinister thoughts his mind held. He would prove to you - and himself - that he's more than capable to get you off

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹ Choso:

✧ You were Choso’s first in everything and he was always so eager to learn how to bring you pleasure in all ways possible

✧ the concept of faking an orgasm was new to him, something you've never done before and he didn't even know why anyone would do that to begin with so the thought never crossed his mind

✧ and Choso tried so hard to get you off that afternoon after you had such a stressful day, genuinely just wanting to help you relax and he knew the best way. When you sank down on his thick cock to ride him, your cunt immediately clenched around him

✧ Having learned that you like it best when he rubs your clit while you ride him he eagerly swiped his thumb over your sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure

✧ “you're taking me so well… so good for me,” he mumbled against the skin of your boobs as he gently suckled on your flesh while you bounced on his cock, desperate for an orgasm that just wouldn't come, your mind far too preoccupied to let your body relax

✧ So when Choso came, you clenched around him and moaned like you usually did when you came, not letting him know that it wasn't a real one - you knew he would be disappointed with himself and you didn't want to make him insecure since this wasn't his fault at all

✧ After a while of cuddles you excused yourself to the bathroom to “clean up” but in reality you sat down on the tiled floor and slid two fingers into your cunt, still dripping with Choso’s cum

✧ either you took to long or you weren't as sneaky as you thought because your lover knocked on the door shortly after, begging to come in and you opened the door, trying to act normal as if you were just cleaning up

✧ “I am aware of what you're doing in here… were you not satisfied? Did you want another round?” He questioned, looking like a hurt puppy until you explained to him that you did not orgasm - and still weren't able to do so because your head is just so noisy

✧ Choso sat down on the floor with you and nodded, his head working out the situation and why you would do what you did but it didn't matter in the end - all he wanted was for you to release and this time for real

✧ Your loving boyfriend doesn't care if it will take you hours to tumble over the edge, he will help you if you allow him, alternating between fingering and lazily fucking you until your body was so sensitive that his fingers coaxed an orgasm out of you by rubbing your clit - letting you fall from one orgasm right into the next

Networks: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @houseofsolisoccasum

[ddejavvu]

Hi, i hope youre doing well ☺️

Could i request another part to animagus cat reader where reader cuddles with Remus during winter instead of Sirius because its cold and he runs warmer?? Like he'll be in the common room reading in an arm chair while reader catnaps on his lap while being pet and Sirius tells him to stop stealing his gf and James is jealous/whiny that he doesnt get to have cat snuggles.

part 1 / part 2

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Despite the two blankets layered in an inviting nest on Sirius's lap, Remus is the warmest person in the room. The fire crackes on its logs, offering scorching heat, but what you seek is gentle warmth, and you've found it between Remus's sweater and his undershirt. You're splayed over his chest much like a baby would be, your paws stretched out against his shoulders and your head pressed face-first into his chest. His sweater is tight enough that it holds you in place, and you don't have to worry about falling. It means that you're able to fully relax, and Sirius can hear your rampant purring from where he sits on the couch with a sour scowl on his face.

"If you just wore warmer clothes, you wouldn't be pissy right now," Remus muses, not bothering to grace the man with a glance away from his novel, "She only likes me 'cause my sweater is warm."

That's not entirely true. While Remus does tend to dress for comfort, and Sirius for style, Remus runs naturally hotter than your boyfriend. You don't have the heart to tell him that, though, so you mewl in agreement to Remus's statement.

"Sweaters are dumb," Sirius spits, and no one bothers to mention that he has a small collection of them for the snowy days on the grounds, "I look better in leather."

"Your loss," Remus shrugs, and to add insult to injury, reaches up to scratch a spot behind your ears that only makes your purring louder.

"This is bullshit," Sirius finally huffs, breaking his facade of gloomy indifference, "Prongs, get over here."

James, all too eager to help out his friend and soak up affection to boot, has no problem tipping over sideways to lay in Sirius's lap.

But the man lifts James's head out of his lap by his curls, "No, no, no, not James. Prongs."

"You want me to-?" James asks, but doesn't dare finish, because the prospect of transforming right in the common room sends a shiver of mischief down his spine that he'd be a fool to question, "On it."

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah," Sirius nods, sneering haughtily at Remus, "You're not the only one that's good for a cuddle, Moony. Look at this," He gushes, as James begins his transformation, skin giving way to tight, short fur and enormous antlers that nearly grate against the stone walls around you.

"Oh, he's a perfect fit." Remus nods resignedly, content to continue rubbing at your ears rather than chastise his friends for trying to fit a stag on a loveseat, "Yeah, that'll work nicely- ooh, careful Sirius, almost got stabbed there."

Sirius dodges a prong off of James's antlers, taking them in his hands and holding James's head steady as the oversized buck folds his knobbly knees into Sirius's lap. The back two can't make it, but James fits them clumsily onto the cushion, maintaining his balance out of dramatic willpower rather than the laws of physics.

You decide once they settle that they're no longer in need of your attention, so you turn your head back towards Remus and burrow your face back into his warm chest. You feel it shake with mirth beneath you, presumably at an overdramatized reaction from the two boys opposite you, but you can't bring yourself to care; sleep is at the forefront of your brain in this form.

"Yeah, get real cozy!" Sirius insists, calling so that you can hear him through Remus's thick sweater and beneath the weight of his hand on your ears, "Whatever! We're cozy over here, too, 'never been more comfortable- ah! Prongs, watch the hooves!"

[theemporium]

#46 for ❤️ with werewolf!lestappen pls!

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

46. “Poor baby, all fucked out and I’ve barely even touched you.”

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Nine times out of ten, you could handle whatever the boys threw at you.

They were insatiable and needy and demanding. There was a primal side in them, one that you could never keep up with despite how hard you tried. You thought as the months went on, as you learnt more about them—both as humans and as werewolves—that you would get used to it. 

Unfortunately for your sanity, that was not the case. 

If anything, you could have sworn they were getting worse. 

More insatiable. More needy. More demanding. And your very human self was struggling to keep up. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.” 

Max let out a groan, biting down on his lower lip as he held your face in his hands. You looked fucked out and exhuasted and overwhelmed. It was one of the prettiest sights he had ever seen, something primal and possessive twisting in his stomach. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed you crying out for them, clawing at them, begging for them like they were the air you needed to breathe.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice lower and rougher than normal. His thumb brushed over your cheeks, purposefully ignoring the way your lips parted eagerly for his fingers. “Poor baby, all fucked out and I’ve barely even touched you.”

“Max,” you choked out, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation between your legs.

“But I’m not the one who’s got you this needy, hm?” Max cooed, mean and mocking and, fuck, it shouldn’t have made your stomach twist in pleasure the way it did. “This is all Charles’ doing, isn’t it, baby?”

You only whined in response, your head falling from his hold as you pressed your forehead against the mattress and bit down on the sheets. 

Max’s eyes darted to the boy behind you, his large, ringed hands holding your legs apart as he lapped and kissed and licked your needy, leaking cunt. It was a sight that made Max’s cock twitch, the pussydrunk look on the younger boy’s face as he nuzzled himself between your legs. He would stay there for the rest of the days if he could. 

Max wondered how long you would last before Charles’ wicked tongue and whiny breaths would have you begging for mercy. 

He reckoned you were pretty close around about now. 

“C’mon, baby, thought you said you would be good for us,” Max mused as he raked his fingers through your hair, tugging your head back up until you were staring at him with wide, glossy eyes and parted lips. “You’ve been so nice for Charles, letting him break you apart. Not gonna give me a taste?” 

Your eyes dropped to his cock, hard and leaking and pressed against his stomach, and instinctively your lips widened further.

“Atta girl,” Max cooed, his chest rumbling in delight the same way it did when he was in his wolf form. He held your head with one hand, guiding his cock into your mouth with the other. “This is just the beginning, baby, gonna completely break you apart until all you know is our cocks. Isn’t that right, Charles?”

The younger boy only moaned appreciatively against your sensitive cunt.

Your whole body burned up at the thought.

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[4rlekino]

i'll touch that fire for you ' enjoji "jiji" jin

cws. 18+ NSFW MDNI. jiji x fem!reader. aged up characters. fingering. dick prep. size kink + size difference. praise. implied edging. squirting (like a bit?? some??). use of babe/baby, sweetheart, good girl. cocky to needy jiji pipeline. missionary. unprotected ptv sex. no aftercare/pillow talk i didn't write it. 1.7k words.

notes. SIGHS fuck um merry christmas. ty to the prettiest @shoyoist for beta reading <3

"yeah, baby?" he laughed softly. "you want me inside, hm?"

jin's grinning against your neck, thrusting his fingers into you at a steady pace. the feeling of your wetness, your whimpers, and the squelching sounds your cunt's been making was spurring that feeling in his lower stomach and coaxing him to moan with you.

he stops after a couple hard thrusts of his wrist, his thumb reaching up to rub circles to your clit instead. jin has his front pressed to your back, the both of you laid on your sides with his non-dominant arm wrapped underneath you, pinned between your side and the mattress with a hand squeezing at your breast.

he grinds up against you, cock still sheathed under his boxers while he tries to satiate the desire with a bit of friction. not that it helps, of course, but his resolve was solid. it surprised you, honestly. that for a guy like him, he wasn't as hasty as you thought.

when you pleadingly mewl out his name, a part of you was sure you were going to cum from the prep alone. the leg you kept raised in the air is trembling trying to keep itself up, but at least your hole was stretched out enough to accommodate two and a little more of jin's fingers with ease.

though, judging from the way he lets out a wry chuckle at your pleasurable struggle, it's not nearly enough.

"that's it, that's my girl. you're being so good for me." he sighs, exhaling through his nose as he's peppering kisses along the curve of your neck and shoulder, dragging his lips in between locations. "you doing okay?"

you nodded for him, still catching your breath from the moans he'd effortlessly pulled out of you. having been on the brink of orgasm twice from jin just fingering you was dizzying. you figured his arm, his fingers, his wrist, something must be cramping by now.

"jin, i think i can— mmf!" these were the first words you've managed to speak without slurring on your moans, but your boyfriend just thought it would've been so funny to slip a third finger in and cut you off.

he hums disapprovingly by your ear, now deliberately pumping all three digits to get his newly added ring finger coated. "need to get you prepped, sweetheart. i said three fingers. you can't take me if you're not ready for me, can't you?"

your leg was too tired to be kept up at this point, your knee now lowered to give your muscles some rest. it still gave jin access to your pussy, fingers continuing working into you at a building pace.

there was a slight burn to the added stretch, but with the previous prep, it was almost nothing. still, he made sure to be gentle. the last thing he wanted was to hurt you, but the first was wanting to see you writhe, to make your clamp around him just the way he liked.

"jin... please—"

"not yet," jin says, nearly breathless with his cock still rock-hard against your ass.

the sound of your wetness only made him want more, so he pumps his fingers slower. "you're so wet," he continued, pulling out and rubbing your slick all over your cunt before putting them back in.

he's still muttering husky praises and dirty musings into your ear, grinding his hips in an inconsistent rhythm against you. his cock's desperate for some decent friction, needing to be wrapped up in your wet walls the way his fingers were.

"i wanna put it in, baby. want you to tell me i can." his tone was convincingly whiny as he returned to his earlier bruising pace, wholly fixated on the sounds of your pussy to realize how close you were.

you were clenching around his digits, your hips even twitching as you unintentionally neared your climax.

"jin. jin, don't!" you pleaded, but of course, it was too late. you were gushing around him, suddenly feeling at a loss of control with your own body.

he looks over, trying his best to see you, but with his arm still pinned under your side, he was stuck in place. even so, he could feel the little spurts on his palm, thrusting his fingers into you harder.

under the orgasm's intensity, you trembled, helplessly moaning as jin helped you ride it out.

"good girl, keep going, m'kay?" he praised, his chest flush to your back and his non-dominant arm keeping you in place. "i know that felt so good for you. fuck, that was so hot."

when he pulls his fingers out of you, you take the time to catch your breath. it's clear you've never done that before, or at least it's never happened to you until now.

you couldn't express it, but thank god jin was still talking you through it post-release, kissing your skin and uttering some praises before he left your side to let you lay on your back. as your body was trying to catch up to you, he carefully parts your thighs and trails his lips up your stomach.

"sweetheart," he coaxed, his hands roaming up your sides as well. your voice shudders, still reeling while he speaks. "my pretty girl."

he'd taken off the last of his clothing at some point, his hips lined with yours.

"let me have you… please?" he can't suppress the need anymore, earnestly asking as he looks up at you from the valley of your chest.

he hovers over you, hands planted on either side with his lips slotting up against yours, kissing you slowly and peppering kisses from your cheek to the skin by your ear, still asking for permission, even going as far as saying your name in a honeyed tone.

"please, baby," he says. "i want you, wanna feel you so bad. you're gonna feel so good with my dick inside you, i know it."

the heat radiating off his body was intense. he's still kissing your skin, still pleading with you. getting you to squirt definitely did something to him now that the neediness and desire was suddenly surfacing tenfold.

when your mind clears, you finally respond with a turn of your head, letting him feverishly kiss you.

"i'll make you feel good," he mumbles into it. "i'll make you feel so good, baby, i swear. let me fuck you."

"please," you responded, not wanting all that prep to go to waste. "don't hold back."

he lands a chaste kiss to your lips and straightens his back. his hands, gentle and calloused, smooth up underneath your thighs and stop under the fold of your knees. his eyes were trained to where you connect, watching himself rut a couple experimental thrusts into you. the pace he sets is slow as he spreads your legs further, deliberately watching the way he disappears so easily inside you and savoring the ecstasy of it all.

he eased into you with a groan, sinking in until his pelvis was flush up against yours.

"shit," he hissed, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips for a moment.

he prepped you well, and just like he thought, the first orgasm made your walls wrap around his length perfectly.

if he wasn't still grounded to reality with his hold on you, pulling out would've felt impossible. he shouldn't, but just thinking about emptying his load into you had jin subconsciously increasing his pace after he lowers himself, planting his hands to your sides once more.

when your nails dig into his back, he slows and takes brief pauses between thrusts, nearly pulling out just to slam back in.

a moan emits from you every time, punctuating each snap of his hips, feeling just how far he could reach. you try not to press your nails too deep, but you desperately needed something to hold onto.

either way, jin didn't seem to mind. he might've liked it.

"you're so perfect." he whispers, words he only wanted you to hear. "so perfect for me."

he lands one more deep thrust before stilling, his own breath shuddering from the pleasure before he moves back into a more consistent pace.

he brushes some strands that have stuck to your forehead, and he revels in the way you could barely keep your eyes open while soft, panting moans escaped your mouth.

with him hovering over you like this, it makes you realize just how big he is up close. how broad his frame was, how big his hands were next to your face. jin completely covered you, completely filled you, his thick shaft brushing up against your sweet spot and giving your hole a satisfying stretch with every pass.

"you have no idea… how good you feel… too good for me," he pants.

jin's eyes watched your expression with a cloudy sense of euphoria the louder you got. the needy moans of his name escaping your lips were like praise to him. your pussy walls even fluttered with each call, encouraging the deliberate thrusts to pick up into a more bruising pace.

your boyfriend was splitting you in the best way possible, and your body was letting him know. it was definitely an exaggeration, but you could feel it in your stomach. not the knot that tightened its way to your climax—the way he made you feel so goddamn full.

your brows drew together in a delicate scrunch, a faint crease in between as you peeked at him through your lashes, grounding your gaze to his in that same hazy euphoria. but just looking at you causes a wave of pleasure to cut through him.

his eyes nearly roll back and he has to grit his teeth and keep his mouth occupied against your neck when a moan bubbles up in his throat.

"i don't know if—" jin's eyes fluttered shut first, then his lips part, his open mouth huffing warm breaths to your neck. "—i don't think i can stop."

he was cutting it close, that feeling in his lower gut was only getting tighter and tighter. he nearly forgets to pull out after you finish. his hard thrusts were making the slap of your skins louder, the mess of tongue you both called a kiss, and all the moans you were swallowing for each other.

it was all so distracting, but you can both thank his stuttering rhythm and greedy reel of his hips for causing his dick to slip out at the right moment. jin finally stops when his member slides upwards between your folds, spurting ribbons of cum over your lower stomach.

[gretavanlace]

Hush

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only Minors do not interact

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dirty talk, choking, light degradation, praise, slight dom/sub/switch dynamic, language, etc

Josh is vocal.

That is certainly no secret.

Anyone who has watched him strut about a stage, microphone in hand, knows that.

Off stage, he talks incessantly about both the things that matter to him, and the mundane. Things he is passionate about. Things that light fires within him and drive him to create and pack this world as full of his heart as he possibly can. Arbitrary ideas and notions. Strange ponderings.

Pontification, he likes to call it.

He’s also vocally boisterous when agitated. He loathes waiting, and will mutter complaints near your ear in line until you’re willing your eyes not to roll. A phone call to vent about the antics of one brother or another from the studio is a regular occurrence and can be counted on just like death and taxes.

“Samuel was even later than I was,” he might huff, “and now Jake’s guitar needs to be restrung because fuck this whole world if he has to use a backup. I hate them, and I want to come home to you, light of my life, keeper of the stars, goddess of all that is— oh, we’re ready…gotta go.”

Josh murmurs in his sleep, sings in the shower, talks himself through menial tasks, hums in the grocery store, carries on one-sided conversations with the cat who simply chirps along while swirling around his ankles.

At least twice a night he snatches you from drifting off to sleep with a question: Do you think I should call my mom more? If I miss her, she must miss me. Or, Did I ever tell you about that time that Jake ate shit and fell in the lake? I was thinking about it today, and…

Random thoughts and idle musings he can’t help but verbalize, you hear them all. Mostly. The ones you aren’t privy to, fall upon the nearest ear - but he’s so fucking charming even a stranger is happy to play sounding board.

Josh is also expressive when you’re wrapped up in soft, linen sheets…or wherever else he’s decided he can no longer wait to have you.

Whispers of devotion swelling like a gentle breeze across the hum of your pulse when he makes love to you. Filthy, dirty, blush-inducing declarations when he’s fucking into your trembling body like he’ll never touch it again.

And you love it…all of it. But now - with your visiting sister slumbering in the guest room on the other side of the wall - is certainly not the time.

“Baby, please…” his mouth is sucking gently along your collarbone as he grinds into you slowly, friction hard and constant against your greedy, swollen clit, “let me fuck you faster…c’mon, I need it.”

”What you need, is to be quiet,” your voice is a stern whisper, but your hands are tender in his hair.

He could easily set a pace as brutal as he desired if he felt inclined to disobey…but, ever the sweetest switch, he has opted to play nice tonight.

”I’ll be quiet,” he promises. It is a lie he truly believes, and to prove that point, you clench around him and draw forth a pitiful groan from deep within his chest.

A swift pinch at his side serves as punishment ”Shut. Up.”

”Fuck you,” he sounds deliciously desperate, “You did that on purpose. Squeezing me with that beautiful pussy…goddamn.”

”What’s going to happen if I let you make me cum? Hmm?” Your mouth falls into a delicate pout as if you just feel so sorry for him, “You know how tight I get. How I just hug your cock all snug and wet…”

”And warm,” he adds, lost in it, daydreaming in the dark of night and twitching inside the embrace of your cunt, “Soft as satin, sucking me right in…oh my god, baby, please.”

He begins moving with more purpose, dragging the head of his cock against that lovely little spot that will render you incoherent if you allow it to.

”Oh my god, please,” you mock quietly, “Look at you Joshua, what a whiny baby. What are you begging for? Pussy? Is that what you need?”

He nods frantically against your sternum, as though he doesn’t trust himself to look up at you.

You feign confusion wickedly “But you’ve got that. You’re already inside me…”

“Faster,” he breathes, biting and mouthing at your shoulder now, “Need it faster, and harder. It’s too slow, I need more.”

Clicking your tongue like he is a poor, pathetic sight to behold, you shake your head, “Slow down.”

”No, please don’t make me,” he slows, as instructed, but trails off with a whimper.

So, maybe there’s no ‘like’ about it, maybe he really is a poor, pathetic sight to behold. Yes, you decide, that’s exactly what he is…

…so why not push him even further?

With a swift tug on the roots of his curls, you issue an order ”Stay still.”

Despondent and mournful, he groans into the crook of your neck and grabs at your hips so tightly you’ll be admiring raspberry bruises in the mirror come morning. “C’mon, baby girl…lemme take it. I fucking want it.”

If he were looking at you, he’d see the devilish gleam in your eye. Aren’t you an awful witch tonight? “What? Don’t you like it when I keep your pretty cock warm for you?”

He flexes hard inside of you, simply to gain even a hint of friction. “You’re being so fucking mean.”

”Mean?” You coil around the throbbing length of him and he shudders out the tiniest sound, “If I was mean, I’d lock your pretty cock in a cage and fuck your face all night.”

For a moment, he shirks his submissive edge and hisses in your ear, low and slow, “Liar. Not with little sister in the next room…you couldn’t keep quiet with my face between your legs if someone fucking paid you to.”

In response, you shove him back and roll until your thighs are locked around his waist, the crown of his cock nestled against your clit as your hips swivel heated circles.

”Does that feel good, baby?” You’re taunting him cruelly while, in contrast, lovingly reaching up to smooth the furrow from his brow. “Does that just feel so good?”

”Wanna put it back inside,” his eyes squint shut and anyone who didn’t know better might think his expression is that of suffering. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight, so…”

”Shh,” you quiet him with a hand wrapped around his throat, relishing the way his adam’s apple slides against your palm when he swallows hard, “shut your mouth for once.”

He’s staring up at you, wide-eyed and needy, like you painted the stars in the sky, gorgeous and glittering, just for him…and how you wish that were true. How you wish you could give him something so profound. Something worthy of his light.

”I won’t make a sound,” his vow sounds out, a cross between the honesty he wishes it to be rooted in, and the lie he knows it to be. “C’mon baby, please…fuck me sweet.”

Does he really want it sweet? Or is he simply aware that that’s all he is capable of quietly handling?

Likely the latter.

Your fingers have found your nipples, twisting and tugging on them as they tighten into pink pebbles that send shivers crawling down into your stomach with every pull. His eyes lock in on you, watching you tease them as his breathing kicks up into a frenzy.

“You’re pushing it,” he warns, grip pulling you down closer as he rocks his hips up to meet you. “Keep it up and I’m gonna fucking take it. Be a good girl now, baby…I’m done with your shit.”

”Yeah?” Your eyebrow raises in silent challenge. Does he have it in him tonight?

“Yeah.” He nods, licking his thumb to swirl much too gently across your clit.

”I think you should just behave and be grateful for what you’re—“

Stunned and dazed, the room blurs around you as you’re flipped and tossed until your cheek is pressed against the cool, crisp sheets. They smell of him, and you breathe Josh in until your lungs ache while his cock teases at your entrance from behind.

His body folds over yours until his lips sweep the shell of your ear, “You’ve done it now, baby girl. Better be quiet, yeah? Not a sound.”

With a swift snap of his hips, the silken glide of his cock fills you full as his palm presses against your lips to muffle the high-pitched moan that gasps out of you.

”Now who’s the whiny baby?” his perfect teeth sink into your earlobe and tug until it blooms with heat. The moan that seeps into his soft skin causes his lips to curl into a smirk you can feel. “This is what you wanted, you think I don’t know that?”

He has begun moving at an excruciatingly slow place, the head of his cock dragging gently inside you just right…but you need more.

”You think I didn’t know that you wanted me to just fucking take it all along?”

You nod urgently, tangling your hair against the pillowcase. Of course he knew, he knows you better than you know yourself. There are no secrets to be hidden away when it comes to Joshua. He hunts each and every one down like glittering treasure with ease…your body his map, the pools of your eyes ciphers he decodes without even trying.

His tongue is dancing its way along your jaw now, springing chills to life upon your flushed skin ”Tell me how good my cock feels and I’ll fuck you full.”

Another woeful sound shakes out of you and a rumbling, gravelly laugh huffs warm against your cheek, “My poor, sweet baby can dish it just fine tonight, but she can’t take it? Is that it?”

With a shhh that makes you feel weighed down heavy with lust, he lifts his palm away from your mouth. “I can take it,” you promise in a hush, “Please…I can take it, I swear.”

He is so still inside you, but the familiar stretch is enough to send a tremble tripping up your spine, spider-cracking like a jolt of electric pleasure. “But can you take it quietly? Can you be a real good girl or should I gag you like a whore?”

”I’ll be a good girl,” you breathe, relishing the sound that slips out of him, a cross between famished desire and worshipful devotion.

“Yeah?” He’s enjoying this little game too much to wave goodbye to it just yet, “You’ll be a good girl if I give you this cock?” He presses in so deeply there’s nothing left for him to give, “You’ll take it quietly and squeeze it nice and tight? Soak it with your little wet cunt when I make you cum?”

He can feel you clenching already, twisting around him like a fist, milking him, pulling him in, starved for more.

”Yes, yes, yes,” you chant softly, begging for him to get on with it, “Just fuck me, Josh…please,”

There’s that sinful mouth of his again, ghosting over your ear, “Just fuck me Josh,” he mocks in a velvet whisper, “Please.”

A sob escapes you and turns the apples of your cheeks pink…he echoes the sound back to you and fans the flames of your delectable shame.

”Quiet now, baby…” he reminds you, tone taunting and laced with self-satisfaction, “You just bite down on the pillow if it gets to be too much, and I’ll bite down on you.”

You tighten around him at the mere thought of it and tug an achingly gorgeous grunt from deep within his chest, “You like that? You want me to bite you to keep quiet? Mark you up all pretty?”

”Fuck…” you reach back and grab for him, fingers sinking into the curve of his waist, begging for it with your entire body.

You can’t seem to manage much more, but it’s enough for him, and with a swift pull back, he snaps his hips hard and fast and sets a relentlessly feral pace in motion.

The head of his cock, thick and suede-soft, kisses your cervix with each inward push, driving a wild sound out of you that you smother into the pillow, tongue dragging against the worn cotton as though it were his mouth.

His teeth are peppering your back and shoulders, gnashing his own moans way down deep into your flesh where you will secret them away forever. He gifts each sound to you on a gorgeous, stinging platter and you only want more, more, more. It is never enough with him…you are gluttonous for whatever he sees fit to offer.

”You feel so fucking good, baby,” it comes undulating across your cheekbone like a warm, languorous breeze, “So fucking wet, I can feel you all over me. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He grows impossibly hard within you and that, along with the filth he is sighing into the night and the drags of his teeth, sends you careening over the edge you had no idea you were so close to. You explode around him, and his weight grows heavier atop you as his thrusts lose rhythm.

“That’s it,” his praise is clipped and winded, “just - fuck - just like that. Keep going, so tight, messy pretty fucking pussy, make me cum, baby, please…make me fucking cum.”

He’s babbling like a brook you want to lie beside and listen to for the rest of your life. So beautiful. So Josh. But so quietly, and you know how difficult it must be for him, how hard he must be trying, and you love him all the more for it.

With a final, vicious bite, he coaxes a hiss out of you that makes him see stars as he lets go, fucking himself deeper and deeper as he rides it out, moans pressed into your glazed, shivering body like flowers in between the pages of a book.

And still, you only want more. You want his jaw to lock, his teeth to break the skin, to draw blood, to scar you…soft pink, raised marks tattooed by his kiss to remind you.

A long sigh flutters your hair, and your eyes drift closed at the soothing lilt of the sound as his fingers begin to card through your hair.

”You thirsty, baby?” His nose nuzzles at you, drawing forth a lazy smile that is half smashed into the pillow.

“Yes, but stay a little longer.”

He cuddles down into you, cheek to cheek, the weight of his body keeping you warm and safe in the silence.

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[wwooyology]

kayla…. words can not describe how much i want to ride this man until he’s creaming everywhere n shi…. like he came so much that we will never be able to cum again. i need to actually be sedated the voices in my head won’t stop.

oh my lord, viv, you are so real for this 😩 and lemme just say that he would turn into such a whiny mess under you.

now, just imagine that on one faithful night, after constantly begging him to let you take over once, heeseung finally gives in, not expecting much from you.

but boy, had he completely underestimated you...

"baby, please... i-it's too much." heeseung's once gruff, commanding tone was now whiny and borderline cries as you pulled yet another orgasm from his sensitive member.

"aww, is my pretty boy overwhelmed." you mocked his whiny tone, rocking your hips against his, eliciting more whimpers from the man, his fingers gripping the plush of your thigh, tight enough you were sure that there would be bruises the next day.

however, despite his cries and moans of it being too much, he still remained hard inside of you. the pleasure completely overtaking his senses as you started to ride him once again.

"you're still so hard sungie..." you cooed at the male, arms wrapped around his neck, fingers pulling on the hairs at the nape of his neck. your soft moans filling his ears making his brain turn into mush.

this cycle repeated until almost every inch of both of your bodies was covered in sweat, tears, and cum. heeseung's seed dripping down your thighs, only an ounce of how much he had come. he lay there on the couch, head leaning back against the back, trying his best to regain his breath while slowing his racing heart, sure that you were finally finished with him.

"seungieee..." you called out in a sing-song tone, gaining his attention as he lifted his head just in time to see you drop to your knees in front of him, his eyes growing wide. his protest was cut short when your wrapped your soft hands around his half-hard dick, jaw clenched tightly, and his head flew back; every nerve in his body was set aflame at your light touches. "you're still getting hard, baby, I know you have another one in you." you mused with a sinister smirk before leaning forward to wrap your cherry red lips around his tip, mind set on draining your boyfriend of every last drop of cum he could offer.

[bloody-cupcakes]

Perv! Chuck Bass x reader; he corners you in the bathroom at school

Tw: yandere/dark content, male reader, nsfw/smut, perv! Chuck, swearing, excessive teasing/dirty talk, Chuck refers to the reader as "pretty boy", dubcon, slight humiliation kink, groping/fondling, implied bottom Chuck, dry humping/grinding, slight dom/sub dynamics but both the reader and Chuck are switches (dom Chuck/sub reader at the beginning and dom reader/sub Chuck at the end), handjob (reader receiving), Chuck is really pathetic here tbh

A/N: part of me will always yearn to experience the homoerotic way that men tease/make fun of each other. this fic reflects that greatly

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You were washing your hands in the school bathroom when you heard the door open behind you. Not thinking anything of it, you didn't bother to look up until you heard the person speak.

"Hey, pretty boy," Chuck purred in a low and flirtatious voice, casually sauntering over to stand at the sink beside you.

"Go away," you grumbled in response as you turned off the sink and grabbed a towel to dry your hands with. "I don't want to see you right now."

"Aw, well that's too damn bad, because I've been looking for you everywhere." He moved so that he was leaning against you, very much in your personal space as he rested his hands on the countertop, effectively caging you in.

"Get out of the way," you attempted to speak in a firm and unquestionable manner, but the obvious tremble in your voice did nothing to work in your favor.

He let out a dark chuckle at that, pressing his body closer to you as he moved so that his lips were right next to your ear. "Hard pass. You're far too cute to let go, pretty boy."

"You're disgusting," you spat out, but he only laughed again, his hands traveling from the countertop behind you down to your hips.

"Has anyone ever told you that the way you fill out your school uniform is absolutely irresistible?"

He was messing with you, he had to be. There's no way Chuck Bass of all people would actually be talking to a guy (least of all a guy like you) in such a flirty manner if he wasn't trying to make fun of them somehow.

"What- what do you want?" You demanded while glaring at him, your body tense and rigid as he brushed his nose and mouth across the side of your neck in what could only be described as an affectionate nuzzle.

"I just wanna spend some time with you, pretty boy," he murmured softly, his tone far too sweet compared to his current actions, which involved one of his hands slipping down between your bodies and cupping your crotch.

A gasp escaped you at the feeling, your face heating up in humiliation. Was he seriously feeling you up in the school bathroom? Typically you wouldn't be able to believe that someone could ever be so perverted to do something like that, but then again this was Chuck you were talking about.

"Stop- stop that," you whined while trying to pull away from him to no avail. He still had you pinned against the counter, and you doubted he was going to let go anytime soon.

"Aw, but why not?" He replied in an equally whiny tone, clearly mocking you. "I bet you're just so big underneath all these clothes, aren't you? I bet you'd fill me up nicely."

If your face wasn't hot before, it certainly was now. "Don't- don't talk like that," you half-heartedly mumbled while turning your face away, biting your lip as you felt his hand palming at the front of your pants some more.

He ignored you and kept going. "You're already so hard, baby. You must be enjoying this a hell of a lot more than I thought."

"I- I'm not-" you began to protest, though it was difficult to deny it when the combination of both his words and his touch were starting to make you feel all hot and bothered despite yourself.

"How salty do you taste, I wonder?" He mused out loud, talking more to himself at this point than to you, though it was obvious he was still trying to get under your skin. It was working too, your cock uncontrollably jolting forward in your pants at his words.

"You're- you-" It was hard for you to even come up with an insult in general, let alone a clever one, as his hand was still groping and feeling up your now-visible bulge, causing your pants to get tighter with each and every touch.

"God, pretty boy, I just can't get over how hot you look," he muttered while keeping his face pressed against your neck, kissing and biting along the area as he started trying to discreetly hump your thigh. "You know, if you cum for me now maybe I'll let you do it inside next time."

"You're a pervert, Chuck," you finally blurted out, but he didn't seem fazed by it.

"Yeah, I know. But I bet I could be good for you if you'd let me." It was hard to tell whether or not he was being genuine. On one hand, his voice was so soft and innocent you'd think maybe he was, but on the other it was well known what a master manipulater he could be.

"Stop humping my thigh," you demanded suddenly, trying to see if you could get him to keep his word when he promised that he'd be good.

He grumbled something incoherent but obeyed, stilling his movements rather reluctantly. "I just wanna be a good boy for you," he said even as he continued to palm at your hard cock in your pants.

"Good boys don't corner me in the bathroom and pin me against the counter so they can grope my crotch," you stated bluntly, which only caused him to whine in protest.

"But- but I need you-" he insisted pitifully, looking up at you with big brown eyes that were surprisingly pricking with tears at the edge.

"And I need to get to class." You glanced down at the outline of your still-hard cock in your pants and sighed. "Finish taking care of this so I can go, do you hear me?"

His eyes lit up with excitement at your words, and he nodded his head in understanding. "Thank you, thank you-" he crooned while kissing all over your neck as his hands quickly moved to unbuckle your pants, pulling your cock out just enough so that he could jerk you off properly.

A low groan left you at the feeling of his fist wrapping around your hard cock and pumping it. Despite your earlier frustration you had to admit he certainly knew what he was doing.

"Will you come over to my place later after school?" He asked in a way that was just so pathetic and desperate you couldn't find it in you to say no, even if you did want to mess with him a little.

"Make me cum first, then we'll see."

He whimpered softly at your authoritative tone and began jerking your cock a little bit faster, his hand wrapped firmly around the shaft as his thumb swiped over the slit on your head, smearing your precum a little. "I- I'll make you cum, I promise-"

And he did, your orgasm approaching you mere seconds later as milky white cum erupting from your cock, his hand being covered with the hot and sticky substance.

"I wanna see you later," he begged while you began to clean yourself up, still pressing his body close to yours as you did. He was acting a lot more clingy and vulnerable than you were used to, but you certainly weren't complaining.

"You can see me after school. Right now I need to get to class," you stated firmly, something that caused him to let out another low whine. He grabbed onto your hand as you went to leave, tugging you back some.

"Do you promise?" His eyes didn't look dark and cynical like they usually did. Instead, they were bright and full of hope.

"I promise," you affirmed, giving his hand a light squeeze to help put emphasis on your words. "You can even pick me up in your limo, how does that sound?"

That definitely did the trick, the grin that formed on his face making him look like a child at Christmas. "I'll see you then," he confirmed before letting go of your hand and watching you leave.

You had no clue what it was about you that made him go from acting like a sleazy creep to an obedient puppy, but as long as it meant he wasn't being his usual perverted self you really didn't care. Besides, it was nice to have someone obsess over you in that sort of way, even if it was him of all people.

A sigh left you as you adjusted your clothing, hoping it didn't look like you'd just gotten a handjob in the bathroom. If Gossip Girl happened to catch wind of your recent encounter, you knew you'd never hear the end of it.

[scara-meow-che]

「 💭 」⠀overstimulating childe and albedo because you can't get enough of their cum!

cw. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader, reposted and edited work :D, multiple orgasms, messy sex (yes), an abnormal amount of cum, riding, oral (m), dirty talk, use of names (princess), baby trapping, bit of dubcon (tagging this just in case), pure filth

A L B E D O

he just thinks it's just another of your silly games.

judging from the way your body accepts each of his relentless thrusts had him feeling weak and close to surrendering. he can feel his thighs ache, his balls tighten to the stimulating feeling of shooting his creamy load inside your leaky cunt but your words keep echoing inside his mind, making it hard for him to stop—

"just a little more 'bedo. a-ah, right there.”

you called out to him, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss. you kept on surprising him, right after your hands went to lock around his neck your legs as well hooked themselves around his hips. "i'm so close 'bedo. ro-rougher please~" and he followed, putting all his focus on his hips, aiming for the sweet spots that had you creaming all over him.

he loves this, more than he can admit it himself. he loves how you’re being so needy, so whiny from being stimulated so much by his cock and his cock alone.

"hng, you're so damn tight around me," uttered the alchemist before cussing under his breath as he felt your greedy hole sucking him, forcing more of his cum inside of you. he hisses at the way your gummy walls continued to clamp down on him, pulsing with warmth that pulls him deeper and deeper.

"not enough, 'bedo. still want more of you inside of me, pretty please?" your murmur when you rut your hips upwards, forcing your aching thighs to meet his halfway, letting your clit rub on his pelvic bone, feeling his stiff cock twitch despite how many times he had already came in you.

"still want me to stuff your pretty holes, princess?" albedo muses but groans when your warmth constantly pulsed to suck all the cum he's been saving in his balls. with every thrust that follows after your wishes had him weak against you, the tip of his dick feels so sensitive while it hits the spot he knew would have you seeing stars.

"yes, 'bedo. wanna suck you dry, gimme all your cum."

your words, glazed with the intoxication of lust that erases all morals you have on yourself, pushed him more to rut his hips even when the sharp jolts sent from the head of his dick all the way to his real head had him losing what he's supposed to do.

he unknowingly slows down his pace, trying to catch his breath and to lessen how his hips strain a little from how his cock aches from cumming so much. but that didn't stop your body from rubbing itself against him, desperate to feel more stimulation.

you unwrapped your legs once more around his waist, bending it just to jerk your body upwards to meet albedo's throbbing and leaking cock.

"c-close, so close!" he surprisingly cried out but he was quick to bite down on his lower lip to stop more of the breathy moans and low whines to escape his mouth. but you can hear him, shooting dopamine through your body that you can't help but coo at him.

"you're so good for me 'bedo. thank you for your cum, thank you for filling me up."

C H I L D E

he's really whiny as he came for the fourth time this night.

you kept on rocking your hips over his hard cock, smothering his skin with open-mouthed kisses, sucking on the flesh on his neck, marking him everywhere your mouth can reach. your hands were busy helping yourself in lifting your trembling body to roughly fuck your sloppy cunt all over him.

"f-f/n, shit, isn't this e-enough for the night?" he asks, back arching as you tightened around him. "f-fuck, i'm so sensitive already, please."

"not enough, it's not enough childe. please, i want more of you." a purr out of your lips together with the lustful glaze of your eyes had him weak. a sucker for your love, childe just lets you use him for your own satisfaction, hissing when you creamed around him, coating both your thighs with your juices as you squirted from the satisfaction gotten from being fucked full of his cum and cock.

"a-ah, shit, you're so damn tight f/n, fuck, please, 's too much." a hushed whimper came out from childe, causing something inside of you to stir more desire in wanting him. his hands were tight around your hips but faltered as soon as you moved once more through the sensitivity of your clit rubbing so eagerly on his groin.

he just feels so damn good to be inside of you, so hard and long that with every rut of your hips to meet his hits the right spots inside. addicting, childe's cock is truly addicting that you craved to feel more of him, just fucking yourself that the cries he let go pass through your head.

"wanna be full, full of you. give me one more, please, just one more."

childe can only feel this pleasurable pain stinging from his cock, feeling himself close to being milked dry but your body isn't stopping until he had given you what you want. he, himself, is growing addicted to the feeling as well, toes curling as another orgasm peaks behind the ache between his legs.

his eyes peered up on your face, looking so satisfied as you get closer to another sweet peak of yours. after a few rolls of your luscious body against his, both of you came at the same time, both your cries and groans echoing in the room.

childe is fucking spent, heavy intakes of air followed the growls from his throat. just as when he thought you're done, you removed yourself and looked at how your hole is practically dripping with both your cum, childe's cock flushed with a dark pink color at the tip with every vein. your eyes sparkled, licking your chapped lips before sliding yourself down between his legs.

the dangerous glint on your e/c orbs alerts childe and he was a bit too late on pulling you away because you finally have his pretty cock inside your mouth.

[theyluvangel]

Stray kids hyung line- how they are in bed

MDNI

Bang Chan

this man is the definition of pleasure dom

would do anything to make sure you are satisfied

would probably prefer to be on top, but he'll let you dom if that's what you're into

i can't see him having many hard kinks, but he's willing to try new things

calls you babygirl

i can see him kind of losing himself and getting a big rough, but he'd never want to hurt you (unless you're into it)

he moans and groans, probably tries to hide the sounds he makes

LOVES missionary

now this man is the KING of aftercare

gets you anything and everything you could possibly need

cleans you and himself up, but focuses on you first

gets you snacks and water

will run you a bath if you want it

massages+cuddles+kisses

10/10 boyfriend material

Lee Know

hard dom all the way.

will tie you up and fuck you until he's satisfied

in a loving way of course

always open to trying new things

may let you dom- depends on his mood

will mark you with hand prints, hickeys, bite marks

loves seeing you gagged, crying over his cock

BUT

this man can and will be a softie

slow sex while both of you lazily make out

missionary!!!!

this man is filled with so much love and adoration for you so sometimes he needs to be slow and soft with you!

best of both worlds

will call you a slut and a good girl!

aftercare is very important, especially if he was rough on you

massages any sore part of you

applies ointment to rope burns + any other marks he gave you

makes sure you're cleaned up + hydrated

cuddles afterwards

9/10 - will be in pain after

Changbin

this mans stage presence screams dom energy, BUT off stage - this man is a big softie

i think he'd be a switch - soft dom to whiny sub

regardless of if he's top or bottom he will be letting out the loudest moans, probably giggles as well

as a dom he definitely has a size kink

this man is BUFF

he will absolutely manhandle you - in a gentle and loving manner

loves Doggystyle and missionary

but as a sub

this man is a whiny needy baby

i think he'd be into dressing up, wearing pretty lace and bows just for you

PLEASE peg this man

he loves the feeling of being fucked on your strap

tie him up too!

as much as he loves feeling big he also loves when you make him feel small

you need to praise this man.

if you degrade him he will cry, and not in a good way

aftercare is pretty chill

both of you get cleaned up

this man needs to be cuddled afterwards

small spoon all the way

probably falls asleep before either of you can fuss over proper aftercare

10/10 best of both sides w this man

Hyunjin

this man always confuses me

one thing for sure though, he is a slut

probably a switch - can be a hard dom or a bratty sub

regardless of who's in charge hyunjin is a huge fan of bondage

loves seeing you tied up in pretty silk ropes, but also loves being the one tied to the bed

also loves taking photos

has a Polaroid camera dedicated to sex photos for your eyes only

also loves placing a mirror in front of you while he ruins you

loves impact play, giving and receiving

as well as marking

you are his canvas for him to leave dark hickeys as well as bite marks

you are his muse, therefore sex is always intimate and meaningful

loves degradation - giving and receiving

as a sub I can see him being pretty bratty and acting out a lot, but only because he wants you to ruin him

has a lot of kinks, and always into trying something new

aftercare is pretty important

if he's on top then its him taking care of you, if you're the one who was on top then you're the one taking care of him

likes taking a bath after sex - its a time to relax in each others embrace, sharing the moment to really connect with one another in an intimate yet non sexual way

wants to be fully clean before getting in bed to cuddle

will braid your hair, and expects you to do the same for him

10/10 so loving

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

That'll Do It

A/n: I won't be posting for the next few days because I'm going away but please keep sending in requests and I will get to them once I get back, I love writing peoples idea's they're so fun :3 This wasn't requested but it came to mind and I spit it out in a few minutes so I hope it's good :3

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, degradation, breeding kink, unprotected sex, sex toy, I think that's it but if you think I missed anything please let me know otherwise enjoy!

James had you on all fours before your arms gave out underneath you. He held your hips with a bruising grip as he slammed into you.

You screamed into a pillow at the pleasure rocketing through you, his rock hard cock hitting spots deep inside of you, spots making you see stars thrust after thrust.

“Fuck! Such a pretty little whore, all whiny, needy for me, aren’t you?” James grunted, emphasising his cruel words with harsh thrusts. The room filled with skin hitting skin along with your cries and James’ grunts and groans.

You’d already cum more times than you can count, your ass was red from how many times he’s slapped it. Your lips are bruised, your walls are puffy and so are your eyes. Your poor clit has been so abused even the air seems to be stimulating you at this point.

Yet you didn’t want him to stop.

You were loving every second of it and you wanted more. You needed more of him. You wanted James filling every hole, covering every inch of your body. You wanted him to keep you safe in his warm embrace while calling you his good little slut, because that’s what you are. You’re his, and he’s yours.

James was losing his rhythm, you could feel him twitching between your legs and you knew he was getting close after all this time. “Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” He groaned as his head rolled back. “C’mon baby, make me cum, make me fill you up so you can get nice and pregnant for me.” That had you clenching around him, nearly cumming for the nth time.

You clenched around him and he let out a deep moan. “Ah, fuck~! That’ll do it, fuck! Do that again, let me fill you up.” You couldn’t deny him even if you wanted you as your gummy walls squeezed him so good his thick, white seed spilled out inside you, painting your insides with him. That was enough to get you to cum on your own.

Your legs shook and gave out, luckily James was still holding your hips so he got a good view of you squirting all over him and the bedsheets. Your voice was gone by this point and all you could do was twitch and shake as your eyes rolled back into your head.

“Holy fuck...” James mused. “Didn’t know you could do that.” He said with a soft chuckle.

He reached for the bedside table and pulled out a small buttplug, quickly stuffing it inside of you before flopping over beside you. He pulled you close, bringing your head to rest on his chest and he kissed your forehead. You looked up at him with glazed over eyes and a love filled expression. “Couldn’t let any spill out, now could I? Said I’d get you pregnant, I plan on sticking to that.” He gleamed and kissed you again.

[klttn]

hii omg i just found ur blog it’s so incredible

if ur accepting rq’, would you be open to continuing the lucifer & lilith x secretary reader story? preferably with lots of smut and dumbification if that’s alright!! ty🩷🩷

⁺˳✧ ˚ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉(𝒶𝓇𝓎) 𝓅𝓉.𝟤 (𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉) ｡୨୧˚

— 𝜗𝜚 lucifer x lilith x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : reader gets absolutely ruined after accepting the king and queens courtship. pt.1 here. can be read as a stand alone if you don’t want to read the first part <3 nsfw. dumbification. threesome. both luci and lilith are doms here. physical restraints. they hold you down and play with you. basically just irratic horniness.

lucifer grinned, “now let’s make you officially ours, princess.” there was a small pause before he begun again, “before we start, i need you to know that you don’t have to do this, only if you want to, okay? you do want this don’t you?”

his words were soft n sweet and you could feel lilith’s gentle caress on either side of your arms. you nodded your head eagerly, so pent up already, needing to have them more.

“use your words, darling.” lilith spoke, stern but comforting. “i promise this is the last time you have to use that pretty little head of yours.”

“please, please i want you so bad. please don’t make me wait any longer, i’ve been waiting too long, please, please, please.” your pleas and begs sounded through the room, hips bucking against lucifer and your head lolling back onto lilith’s shoulder, expecting.

“such a needy thing,” lilith muttered.

lucifers hands reached to lift your shirt over your head, exposing your lace bra. “such a pretty thing too.” he mused, watching as lilith’s hands moved themselves off your arms and over to free your tits from the soft fabric.

a small moan escaped your lips, succumbing to the touches of the other two, no room for embarrassment. “these are perfect, baby.” lucifer praised causing you to move your hips more so your skirt would ride up your thighs, exposing what’s in between your legs. “fuuuck, lili.”

“hm?” lilith’s mind was elsewhere, her soft hands stroking all over your the plush flesh of your tits.

“she’s wearing nothing underneath this little skirt.” lucifer almost groaned as he said it. dick twitching at such a perverse action from you. “all on display for us.”

liliths hands paused their gentle attack to slide her hands down your body, “oh my,” she scorned, “what a filthy little girl?” your pussy clenched around nothing at her words. “so dumb she just has to be ready for us to take her at all times. not a care for anyone else that could see.”

a whiny plea of desperation sounded in your throat, “please, touch me.” your eyes felt heavy as you melted into their touch that was still there but you needed more, needed them on your pussy.

“but silly girl, we’re already touching you,” lucifer chuckled, hands rubbing up your thighs, eyes fixated on your pussy, tracing soft circles, kneeding the skin there, watching your hole flutter, so wanting. “such a cute cunt, princess.”

“of course she has the cutest cunt, look at her!” lilith keened as she slipped her hands under your skirt, “this where you need us to touch you, huh baby? isn’t it?” her fingers sliding between your pussy, making you let out a small moan and frantically nod your head. lilith laughed haughtily. “so cute, our dumb babygirl, too stupid to even ask us to touch her pretty little pussy.”

“i think we can make her dumber.” lucifer grinned, hooking his hands under your thighs and sitting you atop his desk on lilith’s lap, her fingers still resting on your pussy as one arm snaked around your waist to hold you.

his head dipped inbetween your thighs, his hands still massaging the flesh there. “fuck i’ve been wanting to taste you for so long,” lucifer mumbled into your pussy, lilith’s hand spreading you open before he was diving in, licking and lapping up everything you would give him.

you felt liliths grip tighten, holding you in place, her arm forcing your legs to remain open for them. “good girl, darling, letting us play with you.”

“feels-“ a whine erupted from your throat at a specifically harsh lick to your clit, “s’ good.”

lucifers eyes looked up at you both, mind clouded and numb to anything but the feast he was having on you, it was sinful. lilith moved her hand from holding you open so that she could rest it in lucifers hair, forcing his head deeper into your cunt. “i think you can do more than that, luci,” you could barely even focus on what she was saying if it wasn’t praising you. “make her cry, get her so dumb she can’t think of anything but us, our clever little princess deserves it.”

liliths words drove him further, shifting his hand from your inner thigh to your entrance, abusing three fingers in straight into your cunt causing your back to arch, “too much! can’t- please s’ too much!”

“you can take it,” lucifers voice almost a growl, so desperate for your taste he wouldn’t let anything stop him. “let me ruin you.” the guttural sounds of his words sending vibrations up your cunt.

you were writhing in liliths arms, vice grip harshening, and head moving down so she could plant a line of kisses on your neck. “silly little girl. thinking you’re smarter than us. thinking you know better than us. of course you can take it.” lilith’s voice was sultry and soft compared to the bruising grip she had on you, her words like honey, making you submit without a fight, your squirming fleeting. “good girl.”

as your movements slowed, lilith’s kisses stopped and turned into rough bites on your back and neck, loosening her grip to slap and toy with your boobs, matching the roughness of the borderline abusive pace lucifer had now set with the harsh thrusting of his fingers in your pussy. lewd sounds were filling the room, mixing sounds of your slick, lucifers licking and fingers and lilith’s mouth on your neck.

the sight was pornographic, they were fully clothed and you looked wrecked and messy, tits spilling out of your bra, skirt riding up so high around your waist. all whilst they were playing with you, pleasuring you and using you. so composed compared to your disheveled state.

your hips started bucking erratically, humping lucifers face like your life depended on it, chasing the release building up in your core. lucifer noticed and made sure his pace didn’t falter, keeping his tongue and fingers in the same place doing the same motions, determined to make you cum.

lilith picked up on what was happening, kissing over the hickeys she had made and shifting her hands placements to roll your nipples in her fingers, “cum for us, pretty girl.”

you locked eyes with lucifers dominant stare, watching your every movement, spurring you on, getting you closer until you finally came. you closed your eyes and let the feeling take over, arms and legs shaking as they held you up, making sure you finished.

lucifer was in bliss, your cum flooding his tongue and lapping up every drop like he was made to. lilith’s soft chuckle resonated behind you, cooing at your adorable whimpers as the pleasure became all too much, overstimulating. “so cute when you cum, baby,” she whispered into your neck, “right, luci?”

lucifer hummed in conformation against your pussy before giving it one last lick, making sure he cleaned up everything, pulling away, heavy breathed and panting. “taste so good, babygirl,” he purred, standing up and letting lilith pull him into a sloppy kiss.

“fuck, she does, doesn’t she?” you could feel lilith grind a little into your ass as she kissed him.

you whined loudly pulling their attention from their lip lock onto you. “want kisses too, please,” you whispered weakly earning you little chuckles from the pair of them.

“of course, sweetheart,” lucifer smiled, leaning down to place his lips to yours, tongue intruding to swirl around your mouth, gentle and careless. when he noticed lilith’s subtle desperation he put his hands to your hair to tug downward, forcing you to look toward his wife.

immediately getting the hint, you pushed your lips against hers, needing to have her and please them. her kiss was very different to lucifers, a lot more controlled and assertive. but god you loved them both.

“let’s take this to the bedroom, don’t you agree, my girls.” lucifers voice broke you from your kiss, small smile creeping onto your face and lilith’s as you softly nodded your head.

that was only the start of the evening the two had planned for you. after all, it wasn’t fair only you came.

A/N : poly luci and lili own my heart <3 also now i want a threesome xoxo also also omg thank you i love you im so happy you like my blog <3