#I HAVE YET TO PLAY PRESSURE BUT I REALLY WANT TO...

[boobabietch]

Chapter II: "A Rookie’s Obsession, A Legend’s Indifference: Is Diana Taurasi ready for Victoria O’Hara?” | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: fight fight fight!! And a tad bit narcissistic Diana

A/N: I’m having a shitload of fun writing this lmao, so here’s another chapter I hope you like. As always English is not my first language so if you find something wrong tell me so I can change it asap, I can’t wait for y’all to read this and the next chapters I’m so excited. Likes, comments (!!!) and reblogs are highly appreciated and my ask box is always open. Love Sof :))

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There’s a funny thing about being the best in women’s sports. People either love you or wait for you to fall. But when you’ve been around long enough, it doesn’t matter what they think. You know your place. And you protect it.

That’s what I’ve been doing since my debut in the WNBA. Owning the court. Owning the pressure. Every game, every season, everyone expects the same thing from me: perfection. Winning is never enough because when your name is Diana Taurasi, nothing is ever enough.

Then, she showed up.

Victoria O’Hara. The rookie everyone wouldn’t shut up about. Reminded me of me, hungry, talented, a little too much attitude for her own good. The first time I saw her was just before our game against San Antonio. I’d heard her name, knew she had something. But there’s a difference between hype and reality.

May 19, 2017

Game day. I could feel her eyes on me during warm-ups, it was cute honestly, I could see the gears working hard on her mind, probably wondering what it’s like to be me, to dominate the way I have. They all wonder. But what she didn’t know yet is that being good in college doesn’t mean shit here. Welcome to the W, kid.

I didn’t give her a second glance. What was there to say? Another rookie trying to prove something. I’ve seen it all. I’ve been that girl. But this one, this woman, had something extra in her. I could see it the minute the game started. Every time she took a shot, it was like she was aiming at me, if I didn’t know she wanted to rip my throat out I’d say she was in love. Every drive, every step, was a challenge.

I could hear the yelling in the crowd, I’d hear her teammates tell her to relax, feel the energy shift. People loved watching us, golden veteran vs. golden rookie. A fucking classic. O’Hara wanted to make a statement. I could tell she was on the edge, burning herself out just to prove she belonged. And every time, I’d remind her, I’ve been there. I’ve fought harder battles. If she wanted to be the next big thing, she was going to have to earn it. She was good, but I wasn’t worried. I’ve dealt with players like her before. They rise fast, burn out faster. But this one... she kept pushing.

Every game we played after that, it was like she had a personal vendetta. I couldn’t walk on the court without feeling her eyes drilling into me. She was obsessed. It was funny, really. This kid was trying so hard to beat me, to make me see her.

I saw her. I always see them coming.

July 7, 2017

We were in San Antonio. Close game. O’Hara played her heart out, I’ll give her that. But we still won. After the game, I found her slumped on the bench, wiped out. I should’ve just left her there. But something in me couldn’t resist. The kid had fire. I respected that.

“Not bad, O’Hara. Keep it up, and you might actually be a challenge someday.”

Her face said it all. She was rattled, but she had that spark. I liked seeing it. She looked at me like she was trying to figure out if I was serious. I was. Kinda. Then, she shot back:

“Someday? I’m already a problem for you.”

I almost laughed. Her confidence was impressive, misplaced, but impressive. I glanced down, smirked. Let her have that moment.

“Of course you are,” I said, walking off.

Sometimes I wonder what things would be like if I never said that, lucky for everyone I did.

July 30, 2017

Maybe I overestimated how in control I am of everything; the game, the rookie, and my body.

We were playing again, tensions running high. It was bound to happen. O’Hara wanted her moment, wanted to prove herself. And me? I wasn’t giving her an inch. Then, somewhere in the third quarter, it happened.

I saw her coming, her eyes locked on me with a mix of defiance and determination. She made a quick drive, cutting to the basket with an intensity that almost made me respect her. But I wasn’t about to let a rookie get one over on me. I slammed into her, blocking her path with enough force to knock her off balance. She hit the floor hard, her elbows scraping against the court. The whistle blew, and for a moment, I watched her lay there, her frustration almost palpable.

“Get up,” I muttered, standing over her. “You’re gonna need more than that to take me down, rook”

I saw the anger in her eyes as she pushed herself up, pressing her chest on mine. Damn, was she this tall the whole time? The way she glared at me, it was almost as if she was daring me to push her further. “You think you’re untouchable? Just fucking wait.”

My smirk didn’t waver. I’d seen that fire in rookies before, puffed up, ready to prove themselves. “I don’t think, O’Hara. I know.” I said with the most arrogant tone I owned.

“Oh you’re just a fucking bitch, aren’t you?” Before I could react further, she shoved me hard. Everyone erupted into chaos. I felt the rush of adrenaline as I moved to shove her back, but the moment I lunged, my teammates were already there, hands gripping my arms and holding me back.

O’Hara wasn’t any better off. Many of her teammates were swarming around her, trying to pull her away from me. I could see the frustration in her eyes as she struggled against their hold, her fists clenched and ready to throw.

Fun fact about fights: when you need the strength of 4 pro basketball players to hold you back, it makes you look really fucking dangerous.

We both tried to break through the human barriers restraining us. I could almost feel the impact of our fists connecting, the unfinished fight burning in my veins. But with every struggle, every strained push against the hands holding us back, the reality set in: we were not going to get to finish this here.

I didn’t care. I didn’t care about the cameras, the refs, or the impending technical. All I cared about was feeling that fire she was throwing at me. I wanted her to know what it felt like to face me, to try and break through the wall I’d built around myself.

Eventually, the refs managed to get us both under control, leading us to opposite sides of the court. As I was pulled away, I couldn’t help but glance back at O’Hara, her eyes still blazing with that same fire. Despite the chaos, a small part of me felt a twisted respect for her, a rookie who was not just willing to challenge me, but was ready to throw down if necessary.

The arena buzzed with excitement and disbelief as we were separated, but the fight between us was far from over.

That was the moment I knew this kid wasn’t going anywhere. And maybe, just maybe, I’d finally met someone who could keep up.

Little did I know.

Fucking Victoria.

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Masterlist

[meerphanim]

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The P.ai.nterrrrr

Took a while the complete this, mainly to figure out composition and placement. Lol.

[dazais-guardian-angel]

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

[glitchbirds]

it took a very long time to get to this point again w/ a lot of internal misery along the way but i think im at a point of being tentatively happy with my art in its current state and how it's improving for the first time since like, community college pre-chronic pain (and arguably the first time Ever wrt digital art)

[caffeinatedopossum]

Skgkfjf my girlfriend helps me so much I love her so so much >_<

Ever since I told her I thought I was autistic, she's done so much research and really paid attention to what I specifically need and idk she just goes so above and beyond everyday. Like the amount she accommodates me is insane- I wish everyone had someone this thoughtful and supportive.

[goldensunset]

‘enjoyer’ to me has two meanings. it either means you’re a “fake fan” who hasn’t actually properly read/watched/played the media for yourself and you don’t know that much about it but you like it on a surface level and that’s enough for you, or it means you have done the above but you refuse to participate in fandom culture online for it lest discourse and negativity end up ruining you and so you just enjoy it peacefully by yourself. i think this is an excellent term btw

[littlegoldfinchh]

Yo, so, I was talking with one of my friends, and apparently she and her husband do a one on one DnD campaign thing together? Where they both have a good handful of characters and they pretty much play together with them using some of the DnD (and a bit of homebrew), and they apparently have a blast. Dunno if you and your bf have tried or thought about doing so, but might be worth a shot if you have been jonesing to play. :o

Ohhhh im so jealous of them dhhd like that sounds so fun!! I am kinda curious about the logistics tho, are they both dming together or only one of them does? I would feel bad for putting all the work on him so co-dming would be the best i guess? But i have zero clue how to do that

But aww your friends sound so adorable and im sure it's insanely fun to just have a one on one dnd session with your partner like fbdnjssn ngl i've been daydreaming about it a lot

[cheryap]

ive gotten well damnginto this song

[rubys-domain]

these dishes are literally everything wtf

[nemesyaaa]

buffalo'66 au ! old!serial killer! rafe x young!sugardoll!reader

warnings : daddy issues/kink. slight of rafe having a god complex. smut. sick love/obssession/behavior. age gap. size kink. gunplay. spit. mean!dark!rafe. mentions of kidnapping/murdering. dark content. be careful with the warnings.

author's note : i think a lot about rafe having a god complex. and the way it could fix him to have a girl who cherish him and love him like he's just the only one. as the same i think a lot of rafe being a cult!leader with a sweet lamb. anyways, enjoy !

you knew you weren't allowed to touch his gun, but you couldn't pretend that the forbidden rules didn't excite you either. the proof being that you were still with rafe even though he had kidnapped you. you had found the glock in the drawer, and now you were having fun with it to the point where you hadn't heard your jailer come home. you were too captivated by the handgun to pay attention to that.

“ will you teach me how to shoot ? ” you asked in a soft tone.

“ obviously not. but i can swear to you that if you don't put the gun right in my hand in a second, i will show you how i use it. especially on a little tiny thing like you. now stop playing and give it to me, sugardoll. i already told you to not get on my nerves. ”

“ are you a serial killer or something ? ” you said to him, not aware about his job.

“ no obviously, i'm a babysitter. see ? how well i care about little silly girls ? ” he answered with the most sarcastic tone. “ i think you already know what i am, but you like playing dumb. because you're desperate for my attention. you need me to explain things, to satisfy your need of validation. that's right ? ”

he moved from his place, and placed himself behind you, your small body caged against his bigger size. you could feel all the pressure of his strength on you, and you started to shiver when his breath came near to your ears.

“ since you want to play with daddy's gun so bad, i'm willing to give you what you want. ”

“ no, i don't want to play anymore ! ”

“ oh i'm afraid to tell it's too easy like that, sugar. the game doesn't stop when you decide. the game stops when i’m done playing. got it ? nod your head if you got it.”

you really started to be his doll, accepting to nod whenever he wants, to use you whenever he feels the need, to move whenever he decides. when you nodded your head, giving him a little look, he grabbed the gun.

“ you will kill me ? don't, i can be good ! ”

“ you can ? no, you will. choose your words better, sugardoll. why are you crying right now ? the worse it yet to come actually. now, open that pretty mouth of yours. ”

you refused, shaking your head. you were terrified that he would kill you.

“ i said open it. if i have to repeat it, i swear that i will snap dry this gun further in your cunt, and everytime a sound will come out your mouth, pushing it deeper inside. do you understand me ? now, don't you want to be a baby sugardoll, full of kindness and sweetness ? show me how sweet and pretty you are for me. and listen to me. ”

with tears on your cheeks, you slowly opened your mouth. you could feel rafe’s smile against your neck. you were so submissive, the perfect victim. he had chosen you well the day he saw you. like a true serial killer, he never missed his prey.

“ this is why you call me sugardoll ? ”

“ see ? i'm good enough to give you a nickname. ”

it was sick but you smiled, you felt like you were special in his eyes. maybe rafe had a collection of little dolls but you felt unique.

“ don't kill me. i'm begging you. ”

“ fuck, you don't know how hard you make me when you're desperate like that. but trust me, i will make you see soon how good you make me feel. it will be your reward for being this sweet for me, sugardoll.”

he spread your legs, holding them wide with his strong hand covering your trembling thigh while his other hand brought the front of the gun down onto your skin. passing the coldness of steel across your tummy, while you shivered at the thought of dying. when he got to your underwear. you had heard his smirk.

"oh sure, you don't want to die. you want to be fucked. it's so wet here, i could stick the gun in without even preparing you, it would slide off so easily.” his mocked tone made you yelp.

“ i'm not controlling myself ! ”

“ and you don't need too. let me take care of you. keep your mouth open. i will put my gun in. ”

“ i can't do this ! it seems very dangerous…”

“ then suck it well, sugar. especially, if you don't want me to empty the gun on your gorgeous throat. ” he warned you, while pressing his lips on your neck. it was not a kiss, but you were so soft for this little touch. you wanted to please him, to see him proud of you.

he rushed the pistol between your wet plump lips, and you almost choked on it. “ be careful, doll, daddy's gun it's loaded. ” he said with a smile that made your tears even saltier.

while you had started to do your job, his fingers were lightly pressed on the surface, fiddled with the trigger. he loved seeing your petrified eyes, he loved feeling your blood freeze inside your veins, the way you resembled a frightened and helpless animal. you were defenseless and he had no limits.

you lapped at the cold metal at first, your tongue rolling over the barrel, swirling like a needy pet, and licking every bit of the object. you didn't waste anything, moistening the weapon with your own spit, some trails dripped down your tits. rafe had pushed the gun farther, almost into your throat. you choked, a trail of saliva raining over your jaw.

there was nothing amusing about it, but he found it fun. you sucked like your life depended on it even though let's be honest, it did. you moved back and forth quickly, rushed every movement with a softly sloppy gasp. he loved, no he adored the view of your ruined face and your mouth stuffed by the cold weapon. your great job made his dick painfully hard. you could feel the gun under your tongue, and the way it abused you. you drooled, a batch of saliva engulfing one side of the charger.

“ slow down, sugardoll, you're about to melt. ”

you felt dirty for being turned on by something so humiliating, the way you were pathetic for every single thing he introduced you to. it was as if he knew what you wanted, and how to exploit it. he could destroy you as well as shape you. you were nothing but the doll he wanted to play with. he knew more than anyone how to make you feel good. he knew well how to play with his toys.

you were killing him slowly with the way you were going about it, your pink tongue tickling the barrel, your mouth swallowing the entirety of his gun. every inch moved in and out of your parted lips. you lost count of the number of times you almost choked to the point you could throw up, you did your best.

the cold air of the room hit the soaked fabric of your underwear. it had gotten so wet down there.

you tried to focus on this dangerous game but you saw his bulge growing, his crotch distorting his pants.

“ keep sucking, i'm not done. ”

“ but ..."

he ignored you and took off his pants and boxers, freeing his hard cock. the next minute he was inside you, completely buried to the point where you could feel him all the way to your stomach. you salivated on the handgun, making a rain all over it.

as he filled you up, his thick cock abusing your tight pussy, the position was totally different, you were lying there, still the gun in your mouth, but now he was fucking you. his eyes were on you, and you could feel that motivating him even more to pounded you. your juices pooled on the surface the deeper he went. the slobber gathered around the metal. he rushed away your tears with his thumb.

“ stop whining, sugardoll. you can't cry when daddy takes you so well. ”

you really wanted to listen to him but it was too much for you. you were full of tears and they constantly wanted to come out, even when you felt good. but it was like the more you cried, the more he bullied your pussy, and by that, giving you more reasons to whine.

“ jesus, i'm pretty sure that you really like that gun in your mouth. ” he said with a firm thrust that made you squirm, your eyes wettering as the sentence. “ you like being this pathetic ? don't worry, i got you, i'm not judging you, but don't mind if i take advantage of it ? of course, you don't mind. you love being this sick, you're just a needy freak. ”

he pulled out before putting it back in you, inched himself deeper and deeper, letting you breathless. he was more rough this time, his fat length stretching you wider. his hips slammed your skin, his sweaty balls slapping you in motion. you nodded your head, your loud moans echoed in the empty room. his heavy hand on your tiny throat, pressuring it every time your walls tighten him.

his big other hand squeezing your small waist, as your core wrapped him harder. “ see ? daddy's making you a new home, right now. ”

his breath was heavy and short, the sweat of his body pressed against yours, while you were about to explode, so close to the orgasm. you were crying even more. and he covered your mouth with his large palm. he hitted the right spot again and again, without a break. you reached the second orgasm quickly, and you waited for him to explode at his turn. but he was taking his time on purpose. he obviously liked to abuse this little cunt of yours, wrecking like it was nothing your cervix. he glared at your glistening eyes with a proud face, while hurting your sloppy cunt. “ be patient, sugar. it's a matter of time but daddy will make you melt, and you will make a big mess on his dick to show how grateful you are ? ”

you didn’t answered, even when he released your mouth from his hands, because of the overheating.

“ you better answer because i can go to the next round. ”

“ yes .. yes !! ”

“ you're so naive, sugar. trusting me this easy, it's your own fault if old men like me use you. like did you really think we will not go on another round ? i'm about to make you dumb. not only your brain, your pussy, all of you. after this, you will not be able to think, to talk and even to walk. ”

your tears made him cum, and you let out a noisy and desperate whimper. “ it's sad for you that i'm the only god you can pray for, because i'm going to ignore all your prayers, making you on your knees every time for nothing more than my own good. sweet lamb, i'm such an uncaring god. but you can't hate on me, even a little, such a pretty precious thing you are. ”

“ why ? ” was the only word that came out of your mouth.

in fact, you were a little sad about this, because you wished that he cared a bit, even an hint about you.

“ nobody deserve you like i do. nobody deserve to touch you, or put an eyes on you, no one. you're just mine, and i need you to understand that clearly. do you got it ? do you even understand what i mean ? i will never let someone have you. never. ”

“ i really love you. ”

“ not only you love me, sugardoll. you adore me, you cherish me, you can't breath without me. do you understand ? how trapped i made you.”

“ bu…”

“ quit crying. you wanted this, you begged for. ”

“ i thought you only wanted to kill me ! ”

“if i wanted to kill you, it would already be done. i don't mind having blood in my hands, i'm a killer after all. but yours, i promise, i would never dream of, sugardoll. ”

it was very sick. but his words made you smile.

“ i want to hug you ! ”

“ don't make me regret my words. i still can choke you to death. ”

“ can i ask a question ? ”

“ jesus, if you don't yap more than a thousandth time each day, you're dead or what ? i swear, tell me your question, but choose it carefully because it will be the last. so, use your dumby brain very well. ”

“ i just wanted to know…if it's the first time you do this with one of your victims ? ”

“ why do you want to know ? ”

“ you need to answer ! ”

“ and you need to mind your own business. ”

“ i asked you a question ! it's not fair if you don't answer it ? ”

“ you better not try to raise your voice at me because i can shout, and trust me, the tears i will bring in your face will not be that pretty. ”

“ you're still mean to me…nothing has changed. ”

“ and you're still annoying. yes, nothing has changed.”

and you smiled at him, your sweet eyes melted on his unhichanged look.

“ someday i know you will love me too ! ”

“ bold to have faith, better to work on it, sugardoll. ”

you gave him a sweet look, even if he was grumpy, you wanted him.

[ilyhaitanii]

haiii aku ;3 hope u are well bby <333╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

can we get yr input on darling who’s struggling to take sylus’ cock in her cunny or butt :p he would be so sweet but condescending abt it me finks ….!

ps.. i still haven’t played l&ds because i cant STAND the long download at the start .. but i see ur rbs ever so often about ur boy sylus nd i’m starting to grow a liking!!!! ;D

mfhehdeosndnd ive been DYINGGGG 4 someone to ask me abt this !!!! i hope yr doing well too honey <333

mdni 18+ (mean-ish sylus, size kink, use of darling, sweetie, kitten, and slut, what kind of aku fic wld it be if there was no clit play or finger sucking!!!!!!! ++ darling is an implied virgin) mmm i think thats it :3)

trying to fit sylus inside of you is… exhausting to say the least. he’s so mean yet so sweet at the same time it somewhat gives you whiplash. one minute he’s cooing at how much your thighs are trembling, attempting to fit his cock inside of you but you can barely get past the stretch of just the tip.

he’s never really ever fucked you fully. always saying “it’s too much for you” or “that’s not something a sweet girl like yourself should worry about.” any other day, you would argue with him about it, but when his tongue is buried deep inside your cunt and his nose is rubbing against your clit, it’s pretty hard to come up with a coherent reply.

“need any help, sweetie? it’s admirable to admit defeat, you know?” sylus remarks as his nails gently tickle your sides. you flinch, squealing at the sensation. you squeeze around the head of his cock making him groan. he chuckle in a low tone, crimson eyes glowing with desire.

you’re the one who wanted to ride him, finally have his cock inside you. and with much begging (and a lot of his cum down your throat) you finally convinced him to let you try. keyword: try.

sylus enjoys playing with his food before eating it though. he watches the way you struggle to slide your knees down further, unsure as to how much pressure to use. your inexperienced hand placement as well has him reeling. there’s something beautiful about the way you shyly try to cover yourself, yet are spread wide on top of him as his cock is inside you. that gives him whiplash.

“shut up!” you say, cheeks flushing a darker red. you huff, trying to push your knees further down,

“slowly, kitty. no need to rush.” but you just can’t get him to fit inside you! he’s far too big for you. even after being stretched out with three fingers! you let out a soft cry, frustrated. sylus hums, swirling hearts into your clit,

“there’s so point in punishing yourself, sweetie. let me help, hm?” he lets out a soft rumble when your hands finally place themselves on his broad shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath your palm contract. sylus’s other hand cups your cheek, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips.

“i can do it,” you argue back, sliding your knees down further. however, you lose you balance and slide all the way down sylus’s cock in one go. there’s a loud yelp that escapes your lips when your hips meet sylus’s. tears brim in your eyes at the stretch and this foreign fullness in your tummy.

with your chest pressed against his, sylus places his hands on your hips, sliding you back up.

“poor thing. you really do need my help, hm?” and finally you admit defeat. with little pearls falling down your cheeks you nod your head, sobbing into his neck. “my sweet little girl,” sylus murmurs into your skin as he lays you down in the mattress.

“this is the appropriate position for your first time, sweetie. what you were doing was far too advanced for you.” he chides, pinching your cheeks. sylus slides your knees up, parting your legs. he gets a good look at your weeping cunt and swollen clit. he lines up the head of his cock with your entrance and pushes forward. you try to push him away, but sylus takes ahold of your wrists.

“ah ah, none of that. be a good girl and lay still for me.” his voice is stern, yet the husk of his voice makes your brain feel dizzy. everything about him makes you feel light headed— his scent, his frame, his hands, his cock.

your adorable little mewls and heaves has sylus sinking his cock in further. the stretch is tolerable, but it burns in the best way possible. you can’t explain how the pain feels good. (you don’t have to worry about explaining how you feel, sylus will take care of it!)

“sy!” you reach out for his hand, crying. sylus holds your smaller hand in his, pressing kisses into your knuckles.

“easy there, sweetie. we have all the time in the world, no need to rush.” but your so desperate for him to fill you up, you just can’t take it. sylus watches your pout form as you push your hips against him.

sylus uses his elbows to press your knees to your chest, causing your eyes to flutter open. his thumb strokes your swollen clit as he pushes himself deeper and deeper. time to time, he slides himself all the way out and then fills you right back up. he allows you to adjust to every new inch.

the feeling is unlike any other. sylus’s too brushes against your most sensitive spot, white flashes clouding your view of him. his silver locs covering his eyes. you reach up to brush his hair away, but you feel his cock at a whole new angle.

“ah! sylus!” you moan our, holding onto him. you’re almost there, so close to taking him all the way. before you know it, sylus is fully inside you. you can feel him just below your belly button. the sight of his bulge in your tummy makes him weak. his balls tighten— he could just cum at the sight of it.

“easy there. see, it just took some patience, kitten.” sylus rubs away any tears with his thumb before peppering bites and kisses along your breasts and shoulders.

“you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” you nod your head along to his words, sucking on his thick digits when they’re slid onto your heavy, sticky tongue.

“not a single thought in your head besides taking my cock, huh?” sylus whispers, watching the way you whine and clench around his cock. he cocks a brow, “oh? did that make you wetter?”

sylus slides his cock out slightly before ramming it into your sweet spot. you clutch onto his wrist, eyes retreating into the back of your skull. his free hand takes one of your ankles and places it on his shoulder. sylus gazes down at you with spit drooling down your lips.

“look at yourself. you’ve gone stupid on my cock and i haven’t even fully fucked you,” he leans in closer, pressing himself deeper. “this is why i was avoiding this. afraid of turning my sweet girl into a stupid slut.” you can’t understand why his words are making your tummy feel tight or why you feel yourself gushing around his length, but again: that’s none of your concern.

© ilyhaitanii - do not repost, translate, plagiarize

[chilumi-shipper]

Can we have some more of genshin men eating us out?

Eating You Out (2)

Thoma x Fem!Reader / Arataki Itto x Fem!Reader / Alhaitham x Fem!Reader / Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Oral Receiving, Horny Characters, Overstimulation, Squirting

Summary: Genshin men eating you out I mean c'mon now what did you expect me to write here.

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Thoma

At any moment, can just make you spread your legs, suck on your pussy, and make you cum, then just go back to his house keeping chores like he didn't just eat cunt.

Will approach you casually with a cute puppy smile, then proceed to tell you the foulest things ever with said smile.

"You're so pretty, honey! I wanna eat you out in that dress."

"I wish I was between your thighs right now, but I'm not done with my chores yet :("

"You should get ready for later! I think I might go really rough and leave you sore for a week."

He's just so cute! Ohh, but you know that he's capable of the most vulgar activities, and you know that he does them well.

The way he eats you out though...

Like the sweet puppy boyfriend that he is, he makes sure that you're enjoying it as much as he does.

Thoma gets so happy when you let him eat you, almost like he grows a tail and it wags with happiness as he laps up your wetness.

Your moans motivate him, whenever you let out a particularly sinful moan, he perks up, trying to do what caused you to moan so deliciously.

And he likes to stare into your eyes as he sucks your pussy. You just look down and see him with bright eyes looking up at you, and when you make eye contact, he goes even harder.

When you cum, he would try so hard to have it all squirt out into his mouth, then get up to look you in the eyes before swallowing the whole thing.

And finally, he would go back in and lick your pussy a few more times just to clean it up and make sure you're nice in comfy.

He would then lay beside you and snuggle into your chest.

Thoma would enjoy eating you out so much, that he would forget about the raging hard-on in his pants and just go to sleep.

Itto

Very brave, does it wherever he wants.

In a field where you could get ambushed by monsters? Seems like the perfect place to eat some sweet sweet pussy.

Eats you out like a hungry animal, no control whatsoever, just straight sucking and licking.

Absolutely loves it when you grab onto his horns, even more so when you pull him closer into your cunt.

He is a menace and will literally not stop until he's satisfied, overstimulating you so much until he's tired. No force in this world could part him from between your thighs.

Itto is so determined to eat you out that he will sacrifice breathing just to not break away from you, he's only going to stop when he starts feeling lightheaded from the lack of air.

He would guide your hand to grab his horns, urging you to grind your hips into his face. You would usually be feeling so good yet so annoyed that he just pulled you into some sort of cave and then proceeded to give you the greatest realization of pleasure with his stupid mouth.

He would be sweet talking to your sex, looking so love-struck as he says things like:

"Ohh, look at you all dripping, can't wait to suck all that into my mouth."

"You're so soft, so delicious."

"Look at you, all twitchy and puffy, but we're not done yet..."

He says such things while staring right between your legs, with so much conviction that it almost makes you jealous.

Itto will then carry you back home to eat you up some more.

Alhaitham

Possibly the most nonchalant pussy eater of the bunch.

This man calculates everything.

So you bet he knows just how to prod at the right spots when he's between your legs.

He knows the right amount of pressure to apply with his tongue, how hard should he suck, how long he has to play with your clit before you're nice and relaxed for him. He just knows everything.

Alhaitham eats you out as if he's completing an assignment, everything is planned and calculated, and despite looking submissive with his lips pressed against your folds, his intense gaze studies you like a book. His expression remains stoic despite the work his mouth is putting on your pussy.

The morning after he had eaten you out to the point of not being able to keep your eyes open, he would absolutely embarrass you with questions.

"Did you prefer that I keep my tongue on your clit or do you wish for me to explore you a bit more?"

"I observed that after your first orgasm, you seem to push my face further into you. Do you always prefer to have multiple orgasms when I eat you out, or is one enough?"

"Shut up, Alhaitham!" You would scream at him with your cheeks tainted red.

"What? Did you not enjoy me eating you out last nigh-"

"SHUT UP!"

But then he offers to do it again and who are you to refuse.

Kamisato Ayato

For someone rather high-ranking within the nation, this man shamelessly eats out his wife in his own office, in the middle of the day, doors unlocked, possible witnesses buzzing about the estate a room away.

Thoma is often the victim witness of your escapade, but he understands his lord quite well (read Thoma's part).

Ayato is a very busy man, with his unrelenting duty and whatnot, he finds that a good break from his busy hours would be to have his face squished between your thighs, lazily enjoying the taste of his beloved wife with his mouth.

He eats you out as if he was savoring a meal prepared by the finest cook of Inazuma, indulging himself by tasting every part of your cunt.

He would be slowly licking into you as you were sat on his desk, his head rest comfortably on your thigh as he starts to make out with your heat.

He would then part for a bit to catch his breath, then to look up at you and smile while a strand of wetness still connected his lips to your pussy.

This man is a lazy pussy eater, enjoying his meal for hours on end, ushering orgasms out of you ever so slowly as he makes sure to lick up every crevice.

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Mmmmmh, yummy update...

[pynkfairyheart]

hiii so I saw you said request were open! i really LOVE your writing so yk yk i had to ask but can you do like a story where ony does a being mean to my girlfriend prank but y/n is a reallll crybaby!! BYEE

pairings: onyankopon x sensitive!reader

warnings: smut 18+, ony is a lil mean, reader cries a lil bit

a/n: so sorry it took me this long, life has been....lifing.

What goes around comes around

Actions have consequences, you knew this and yet you still decided to go with your plan.

Setting up your phone you smiled into the camera and started your intro.

“Hi, lovelies. Today we’re gonna do a get ready with me, while I tell you three reasons it's okay to cheat on your boyfriend.” 

Taking a quick glance in the mirror of your vanity, you could see the wheels working overtime in the handsome head that belonged to your boyfriend.

The decision on whether to be calm or tweak out playing tug of war on his brain. 

Settling on the thought that he misheard you he decided to go the calm route.

“Whatchu say, baby?” Deep voice contrasting against the soft tone of Jhene Aiko in the quiet room.

“Hmm?” You feigned innocence as you met his eyes in the mirror.

“I asked, ‘What did you say?’ ” His straightening posture and tone transition to demanding letting you know his patience was thinning by the second.

You were positive this would end with you folded in half, crying from overstimulation as he continuously ripped orgasm after orgasm from you. The thought only excited you and fueled your response. 

With a shrug of your shoulders you hummed a quick ‘I don't know’ and went back to your task.

“The fuck you mean youn know?” He chuckled in disbelief, hand running over his freshly maintained waves before coming down to rub the lower half of his face.

Opting to ignore him, you continued along with your routine, silently. 

“So you just gon ignore me?” Heavy thuds bouncing off the walls as he made his way to stand behind you.

The light pressure applied to your neck, as he tilted your head back having your thighs clench.

Oh, how you wanted to ditch the plan and jump his bones. Brown eyes glaring down into yours, as he tightened his grip. 

Feeling a little risky you decided to do the one thing Ony hates most. Roll your eyes.

“Mmm, aight” He nodded his head. Zero fucks given to the content you were creating as he lifted you from your chair and bent you over.

Never once slowing his assault even after you managed to tell him it was a prank through your moans and cries. 

The new information only encouraging him to go faster as your arousal trickled onto the wood floors while he required you to tell the camera why it wasn't okay to cheat on your boyfriend as he fucked you dumb. 

Usually, your consequences consisted of the audacity being fucked out of you whenever you did something to piss Ony off, but this time he decided to play a prank of his own.

Waiting a week to execute his plan, he chose to carry it out the day you came back from your girl's weekend. 

“You didn't hear me or get my texts?” A small pout forming on your glossy lips as you sat next to him, despite him taking up more than half of the bed. 

“Baby, I'm home” You sang as you wandered around the house looking for him.

Only to find him laid out on the bed as he watched an episode of Judge Mathis.

“I did” Eyes trained on the TV.

“Did something happen?” You gripped his jaw, forcing him to finally look at you.

“Nah, I just don’t feel good.” He removed your hand from his face and moved to the opposite side of the bed. 

“You need me to make you some soup?” Pout returning to your lips as he flinched away when you tried to check his temperature. 

“I’m good. You could leave me alone though.” 

You considered yourself to be very understanding when it came to relationships. Whether it was with family, a coworker, or a client, but more than anything when it came to your relationship with Ony. You understood he needed time to himself just as you did, but the way he said it was just… mean.

The stinging sensation of your eyes was becoming unbearable as the tears pooled in the inner corners of your eyes.

“Oh” Voice cracking despite swallowing the lump that lingered in your throat.

Your tone raised alarms in the man. His own heart gained a pace that matched yours as he saw the tears that began to spill from your eyes. 

“Wait, I'm sorry, ma. I was just playing. C'mere” Hand reaching out to hold you, only to pause when you flinched away from him.

“Mama, it was just a prank. I'm sorry, baby” Panic rising at the influx of tears flowing from your eyes. 

Seeing you cry from any negative emotion always pained him, but knowing he was the reason for the tears falling from your pouty face made him feel as if he failed in life.

“What do you mean it's a prank Onyankopon?” You huffed, the palm of your hand wet as you wiped away your tears. 

“I was just joking. You know how you did that video last week? I was doing something similar. I didn't mean to hurt you, mama. Please believe me” He pleaded.

Maybe it was the immense amount of love you had for him or that it'd be wrong to not forgive him when he put up with all your antics, but you couldn't stay mad at him for too long.

“You really need to work on your pranks. They're terrible” Pink satin pillow softly hitting him along the side of his head. 

“I know, I'm sorry, c'mere” He smiled, happy you were no longer crying and motioned for you to straddle him.

Caring less about the fact you were wearing a dress you crawled over to him, getting comfortable on his lap as you traced the small tattoo of your name behind his ear,

“You know you're gonna have to make it up to me right?”

“Mhm” He mindlessly hummed, eyes trained on your lips before he could no longer resist.

Low groan escaping his chest as he pulls you closer, tongue tracing your bottom lip before diving into your mouth.

“Ony” You whimpered as his lips moved down to your neck, peppering gentle kisses along your skin before sucking on the areas that made you weak. Your body craving for some sort of friction as you ground your hips down onto his.

“I know, mama” He murmured. His fingers sliding up your dress before slipping past the waistband of your panties, digits immediately coming into contact with the slick that was pooling in between your chubby thighs.

“Lil ma already soaked for me” He groaned against your warm skin. A small bruise forming where he was previously sucking. 

“Ony, stop teasing” You whined as he slowly rubbed your clit, the pads of his fingers barely grazing the bud.

With a slight smirk on his lips his fingers gravitated to your entrance, slowly rubbing at the pulsing hole before his fingers worked their way into your walls.

Fingers knuckles deep as he curled them against the soft spongy flesh against your walls. 

“Need you inside now” You pouted, craving something more than the two digits plunging in and out of you.

“Yeah?” He mumbled as he pulled out his fingers. Placing the pads on your tongue as you sucked your arousal off his digits, just as you would do his cock.

Watching you with lust filled eyes he removed his fingers from your mouth, and wrapped a hand around your neck before pulling you in for a nasty kiss. His tongue exploring the path down your throat while you rocked against the growing bulge in his pants.

Pulling away to fumble with the waistband of his pants he pulled down his sweats just enough to release his throbbing cock. Standing tall with his viens prominent and tip leaking a small amount of precum.

“Ride your dick, ma” He pulled your panties to the side rubbing his tip along the slick folds of your puffy pussy, before lining up with your entrance and helping you sink down onto him. Hiss escaping him as your warm walls engulfed him.

“Ony s'so big" You whined in his ear. Allowing him to lift you up and down his cock at a deliciously slow pace, your walls contracting around him at every movement.

“Doing so good fa me.” Two toned lip stuck in between his pearly white teeth as he bucked his hips up to meet your thrust, tip grazing against your cervix.

“Fuck. Faster, daddy, please” You gasped, head resting in his neck as he did all of the work.

Listening to your plea, he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper into you. The sound of your pooling arousal, slapping flesh, and your mixed moans filling the room, atmosphere becoming nastier by the second. 

“I love you so fucking much” His arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you tried to run when he increased his pace.

“Say it back, ma” He grunted. Palm landing on the flesh of your ass.

Tired off your running, his hands gripped your hips and he pulled you off him, flipping you over onto your back before ramming back into you.

“Ohh, shit, Onyyy” You cried, knees near your ears as he pushed your legs back.

"Say it or I'm stopping" He threatened. Eyes focused on your sopping pussy sucking him in, sticky ring of arousal dripping from the base of his cock.

“I- mhmph love you too Ony, so much” Bed creaking under the speed and force of his thrust.

Releasing your legs he leaned down, lips immediately on yours in a sloppy kiss. 

“I'm so close, pa" A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped your agape mouth, nails digging into his back with every thrust.

“Mhm, I know, baby. Let go for me” He grunted, reaching between your bodies to rub his thumb against your clit.

A series of curses left your mouth as you creamed around him. Walls contracting so tightly that he had no other choice but to cum.

“Fuuuck” He groaned, hips stilling inside you as he flooded your walls.

“I'm sorry for making you sad, baby. I love you so much, I'll never do anything to hurt you again” He whispered into your neck.

“I know Ony, I forgive you"

Pulling out he kissed you once more before laying flat in front of you, your thighs on each side of his head.

"Lemme show you how sorry I am, yeah?"

[middlepartmatt]

seven minutes in heaven. . . 𖥔 ݁ ᥫ᭡

❝ baby, let me take the pressure off you. i'll make the first move, and do what i got to ❞ — play with me, rendezvouz at two

at a party, you end up spending 7 minutes in a closet with the quietest boy in school — matt. when the time runs out and you’re both left unsatisfied, you tell him to come find you to finish what you started.

WARNINGS: smut, sub!matt x dom!reader, praise kink, handjob, edging, oral (m!receiving)

“who’s next?”

the living room bustles with excitement, the sounds of voices drowning out the thumping music in the background. you originally came to this party with your best friend, but she quickly disappeared with her boyfriend, leaving you to fend for yourself in this ginormous house. even though you know almost everyone here from school, you haven’t really spoken to anyone yet, which is very unlike you.

so, when someone suggested seven minutes in heaven, you immediately nodded your head and sat down alongside everybody else who wanted to play. you’ve been sitting here for over half an hour now, patiently waiting for your turn. you fiddle with the cup in your hands, eagerly waiting to see who's going next. if nobody volunteers, you're thinking of being the one to spin the bottle. it's getting boring sitting out here, and you're in the mood for a bit of fun. it's been a while.

“matt, you go!”

you turn your head, gaze landing on chris sturniolo, a boy in your chemistry class. you’ve not spoken to him much, but he’s always cracking jokes that often times get him sent out of the room. next to him is one of his triplet brothers, as chris nudges his arm and points towards the bottle on the coffee table in the middle.

you don’t know much about matt, other than that he’s the total opposite of chris. he’s introverted, quiet, shy. even the way he’s sitting now shows just how uncomfortable he is, hunched over on the couch, looking sheepish as his glasses slide down his nose slightly. you’re not usually into glasses, but you can’t help but think that they look weirdly cute on him.

“me?” matt asks, eyes widening as he turns to his brother. chris nods enthusiastically, so matt sighs and reaches forward to spin the bottle.

you watch carefully, bringing your drink up to your lips and taking a long sip. the bottle slowly spins to a stop, and much to everyone’s surprise, it ends up pointing right at you.

you feel everyone’s eyes on you but you ignore it, getting up from the couch and setting your now-empty drink down on the coffee table. you begin heading towards the closet, then turn around when you notice you're the only one who seems to be doing so.

“are you coming?” you ask matt, who nods quickly, jumping up from his seat and dusting himself off.

“y-yeah,” he murmurs awkwardly. it’s clear that he’s nervous from the way he’s struggling to meet your gaze, but this doesn’t faze you. you just turn back around and open the closet door, walking inside.

matt follows, shutting the door behind him. the two of you are now enclosed in darkness, excluding fairy lights that have been strung around the room to give it a calm ambiance.

you and matt face each other, and it’s only now that you realize how close the two of you are. his breath is hot as he shakily inhales and exhales, trying to keep his cool around you. his behavior only makes you more curious about him… has he ever been this close with a girl before? now that you think about it, this is the first party you’ve ever seen him at. usually, he’s always at home whenever his brothers go out, and at school he often keeps to himself or his small friendship group.

“so… uh- how are you?” matt asks randomly, looking visibly embarrassed. it's evident that he's never played this game before, either that or his nerves are getting the best of him. you suspect it's a mix of the two, because where else would matt have played seven minutes in heaven? it makes you smile a little on the inside, the fact that you're the first girl he's been with doing something to your insides.

“good,” you reply, playing along mainly for his sake. he nods at your response, before shaking his head, like he’s at war with himself.

“s-sorry you’re stuck in here with me,” he says, which surprises you. “this is probably a giant waste of time…” he trails off, before his gaze drifts to the floor and he just stares awkwardly at his shoes.

“matt,” you say then, catching him off guard. his neck snaps up and your eyes meet once again.

“hm?” he mumbles. it’s almost like he hates the attention on him, from the way he stands so stiffly.

“i don’t mind,” you shrug. it’s not like you’re saying this just to make him feel better, either — you’ve always found something about him strangely hot. your curiosity about him combined with his attractiveness that he hides behind books and his glasses causes you to unintentionally look for him around the halls at school, wondering about his life much more than you should. he’s nothing like your type, but this somehow makes you even more attracted to him.

“oh, uh, o-okay,” he stammers, like he doesn’t know how to react to your response. you grin, taking a step closer to him. your chest is now flushed against his front, and matt freezes at how close you two are. “uh…”

“have you ever been with a girl before?” you ask suddenly, cutting him off. his eyes widen comically and even in this dim lighting, you can see his cheeks turning red.

“um, no…” he says, ashamed. you feel a burning desire between your legs, because somehow his lack of experience turns you on even more.

“would you like to be?” you continue. matt nods. “yeah…” he says quietly. you look down and notice he’s clenching his fists, veins bulging out of his forearms. you raise your eyebrows, since this sight is something you never would’ve expected from him.

pushing yourself further against him, your arms snake around his neck and tangle in his hair as you pull him into a kiss. his lips are wet and soft against yours, and you’re pleasantly surprised by how natural this feels despite his lack of experience.

his arms are hanging by his sides, so you pull one of hatt’s hands up onto your waist. he hesitates for a moment, pausing the kiss to quickly glance downwards.

“are you… sure?” he asks, eyes full of nervous worry. you stay quiet and nod, tugging on his hair to pull him back in for another kiss. his grip on your waist tightens which catches you by surprise, and you can feel matt smiling slightly as you kiss him.

you tug slightly on his bottom lip with your teeth, and matt can’t help but let out a small whimper from this. the kiss turns sloppier then as you both get more into it, and subconsciously you find your hand drifting downwards.

he pulls away from you then, eyes wide as he jerks slightly at your touch. your hand is still hovering just over his dick, such a small space stopping you from touching him through the baggy jeans he’s wearing.

“oh, i’ve, um, i…” he begins anxiously, his eventually words getting caught in his throat and he falls silent. you raise an eyebrow curiously.

“have you ever been touched like this by a girl before?” you question, although you already have a suspicion of what his answer will be.

“no,” matt sighs, using a hand to cover his face due to his embarrassment. you use your other hand to reach up and pull it away, before pressing a short but sweet kiss to his lips. matt practically melts into it, and you take this as your sign to finally touch him.

you palm his dick through his clothes, and he looks downwards to see what you’re doing. you use your other hand to push his chin back up so you’re making eye contact, then slide his glasses up his nose and back into place.

“look at me, baby,” you tell him, and he whines at both your hand palming him and the nickname.

matt’s never been called baby before, obviously, but the moment the word leaves your lips he’s instantly desperate for you to say it again. it almost makes him feel special, like he’s all yours.

you move your hand now to grip him as best you can through his jeans, and matt’s body immediately responds as he bucks your hips into your palm. “fuck,” he groans, panting at the feel of your hand on him.

“you like that?” you ask smugly, feeling wetness pooling between your thighs at how worked up he’s getting. you could stay here all night with him, watching him slowly but surely lose all control. and hell, even though he’s inexperienced, you bet he could do things to you that would leave you moaning and panting just as he is right now.

“mhm,” matt mumbles, too overwhelmed to say anything else.

“use your words, matt,” you say, running your knuckles up and down his cock tentatively. he whimpers, then bites down on his lip to conceal the sound.

“i- i like it,” he responds shortly. you furrow your eyebrows, removing your hand and crossing your arms.

“is that it?” you ask teasingly, and matt looks at you pleadingly, almost like a little puppy. his eyes are wide with shock at the sudden lack of touch on him.

“what?” he exclaims, eyes darting from your face to the hand that had just been on his dick. “i- please just touch me again. please,” he begs, voice full of need.

this satisfies you, so you smile and reach for him again, going to unzip his jeans as the two of you begin making out again. you brush your tongue against his which he reciprocates surprisingly well. this only makes you more desperate for him, frantically toying at his pants to free his cock. you felt how big he was even through his pants, and it’s only made you more needy for him.

a loud knock at the door catches the two of you by surprise and you both quickly break away. matt's cheeks are flushed and with shaky hands he readjusts his pants, trying his best to hide the erection you’ve caused.

“time’s up!” chris’ voice calls from the other side of the door. you walk past matt to open the door of the closet, but he reaches forward and grabs your arm before you get the chance.

“w-we can’t leave!” he whisper-shouts, gesturing down to his crotch. “what am i supposed to do about this?” he asks you frantically. you just shrug, a smirk playing on your lips as your mind is filled with ideas.

“come find me later and i’ll sort that out for you,” you reply casually, before spinning on your heels and exiting the closet.

matt’s cheeks burn and he feels his dick getting even harder at just the thought of the two of you continuing where you left off, and maybe even going further.

he just hopes he can find the courage to seek you out.

────

after leaving the closet, you decided to go and get another drink. you weren't interested in playing the game anymore, instead patiently waiting for a certain someone to seek you out to finish what you started.

there's a growing heat between your legs at the thought, your mind wandering dangerously as you think of all the things you'd like to do to him.

annoyingly though, you haven't seen matt in what feels like forever. somehow, he seems to have disappeared from the party. every time you see either of his brothers you're filled with an indescribable disappointment when you spot the lack of glasses. maybe he's too shy, after all.

you set down your now-empty red solo cup and head towards the bathroom. right as you begin walking down the empty hallway, a hand grabs your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.

turning around, you're met with none other than matt standing opposite you. a soft blush covers his cheeks and his mouth is curved slightly upwards in a nervous smile. you briefly gaze downwards, a smirk taking over your lips at the sight of his tented jeans.

"hi, matt," you greet him nonchalantly, acting as if you have no idea why he's here. "haven't seen you in a while."

"y-yeah," he replies, nodding his head in agreement. "i've been meaning to talk to you."

"oh yeah? why's that?" you tease, enjoying the way it makes him squirm uncomfortably.

"i- uh... well, you know," he shrugs awkwardly. you raise your eyebrows, acting innocent.

"what?" you question.

"um..." matt mumbles, his face scrunching up with shame.

"use your words, baby," you whisper, leaning closer to him. "say the words and we'll go upstairs, and i'll touch you wherever you want."

his eyes widen comically at this. matt opens his mouth to speak, but his words get tangled in his throat and he coughs quietly.

"i, well, i was hoping..." he trails off, losing confidence. but then, he clears his throat and stands up a little straighter. "I was hoping you would, well, get me off."

you smile and nod, shrugging off his grip on your wrist so that you can take his hand, entwining your fingers with matt's as you drag him upstairs. you pull him into the first empty you find, closing and locking the door behind you.

"sit down on the bed," you order, and he does exactly as you tell him to. matt shuffles down the bed so that he's leaning against the headboard, his needy gaze drifting from you to his bulge and back again.

you walk over to him, crawling onto the bed and stopping just in front of him, seductively kneeling before him. you look at his crotch, drawing circles on his thigh with your finger just as you whisper, "you're such a slut, matt."

his mouth falls open and he shakes his head. "what? no i'm not!" he insists, shaking his head slightly. you tilt your head to the side, batting your eyelashes at him.

"are you sure?" you ask, your hands drifting upwards to the waistband of his jeans. "because everyone knows only a slut would come back for more."

matt gulps, his adam's apple bobbing up and then back down. your hand glides up further to cup his dick through his clothes, and he shifts at the touch, breath becoming heavy.

"you're lucky i like sluts," you go on, palming him just as you were in the dark enclosure of the closet earlier.

"ugh, fuck," he pants at the pressure of the touch.

"you must be so sore," you tease, pressing down harder which makes his hips buck up into your hand. "do you want me to touch you now, properly?" you ask then.

"yes, plea- fuck. please touch me," matt barely manages to get out.

"only because you asked so nicely, baby."

your hand moves to the zipper of his jeans, which you pull down and matt lifts his hips so that you can pull his pants and boxers down. he closes his eyes as his cock springs out, the tip a soft red and already leaking slightly from how long he's been waiting. you resist the urge to gasp at the sheer size of him, especially as you eye a thick vein running from the base to his tip.

"such a pretty cock," you muse, before spitting into your hand and wrapping it around him. a pant escapes matt's lips as his eyes spring open to see what you're doing to him. your index finger circles the tip, rubbing some of his precum around it.

"oh," he breathes, a whimper leaving matt's lips as you begin to slowly pump him up and down. he catches his bottom lip between his teeth, throwing his head back against the headboard as his body is filled with pleasure at your touch.

you're literally soaking wet by now, having never known how hot it could be to watch a man come undone like matt's doing right now. the way his lip hangs between his teeth and his chest rises and falls has you practically desperate for him to finish just to see how pretty he looks doing it.

you stop pumping him for a moment and matt looks back down at you, his lips turned downwards into a frown because of your stopped movement.

"w-why'd you stop?" he asks, looking visibly concerned. "am i... doing something wrong?"

you could laugh at the absurdity of his statement, but you don't and just shake your head. "no, baby," you reassure him, beginning to trace slow, tempting circles around his tip. you rub the pad of your thumb against his slit, causing him to moan loudly and scrunch his eyes shut. "you're doing so perfect, i almost wanna taste you."

matt's eyes fly open, his gaze filled with need. you shrug your shoulders. "would you like that?" you ask, and he frantically nods.

"y-yes," he says between breaths and groans. "please taste me."

you grin, having gotten what you wanted, shifting closer and straddling his thighs. you lean down over him, sticking out your tongue to teasingly lick his slit. matt bucks his hips, whimpering, pushing more of himself into your mouth. your eyes widen in surprise and you pull yourself off of him, looking up to make eye contact with him.

he's gone pale, mouth open and eyes wide as he realizes what he's just done.

"fuck, i'm so sorry..." he mutters, looking away from your sheepishly.

"don't be," you reply easily. "it was hot," you add, and matt's eyes widen, his gaze snapping back to you.

"really?" he asks, voice full of pleasant surprise.

"yeah," you confirm. "you know what else you can do? grab my hair and push my head down if you want more."

"what?" matt exclaims, throat bobbing with nervous excitement. "are you sure? i mean, if you don't want me to- i'm not really very good at this."

"i'm here to make you feel good, matt," you remind him. "do whatever you want to me."

the slight change in power dynamic has matt's heart racing, and his cock twitches just at the thought of watching your head bob up and down on his cock. while he's still creating scenarios in his head, you reach forward and pull his glasses from his face.

"what are you-" matt cuts himself off as you slide the glasses up your nose, watching him through the lenses. his cheeks turn a bright pink, but you don't give him the chance to say anything else before you get back to work, licking delicate circles around his tip as your hand pumps the lower part of his dick, around the base.

"fuck!" matt moans, his head hitting the headboard with a thump from how hard he throws it back. you giggle around his cock at how easily it is for you to rile him. the vibrations only make him feel better, and he groans loudly again.

you continue to bob up and down, your tongue swirling around his cock when all of a sudden you feel his fingers tangle in your hair. he pushes you down further, and with the third thrust of your head you feel him hit the back of your throat. "shit, that feels so good, mhm..." matt whimpers, more to himself than you.

his sudden acceptance to be dominant only makes him hotter in your eyes, and you feel your pussy throbbing even more now. wearing his glasses isn't helping your case. "fuckkk," he groans, and you close your eyes as the sound echoes in your mind. you love the thought of matt being yours, all for you to please and pleasure.

"fuck, i think i'm gonna-" matt doesn't have the chance to finish his own sentence before you feel a rope of his warm cum shoot into your mouth in quick spurts. you take it all and slowly pull yourself off of him, swallowing the warm liquid.

"does that feel better, baby?" you ask smugly, looking at matt's fucked out face as he breathes heavily.

"mhm, yeah," he mumbles, not entirely there yet. "you make me feel so good."

"you should come to more parties," you tell him, getting up off of the bed to grab some paper towels to clean him up a little. "then we could do this again."

"are you serious?" matt says, eyes wide.

"of course," you answer, sitting back down next to him and taking off his glasses. you slide them back up his nose so they sit perfectly on his face, then plant a short kiss to his lips. "i'm waiting for my turn, you know?"

matt remains quiet for a minute, before his cheeks turn bright red. "oh!" he gasps. "right- i'm sorry. we should do that now. it's only fair."

"slow down, pretty boy," you answer, smiling. "i'll let you rest a little. next time, i promise."

AUTHOR'S NOTE. . . hiiiii i edited this bc the layout made me SICK. anywayyyy no thoughts just sub matt as usual

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[shroomdreams]

needs of the flesh

the doctor finds himself extremely aroused by your casual nudity

cw: afab!reader, fingering, pussyjob, spooning -> prone bone, creampie, slight overstimulation, bro is jealous of a game, usage of ratio's first name

ratio just cant help himself.

how do you expect him to act, when you kick your legs in the air while laying down on your stomach, swaying your hips as you played on that infernal console of yours?

why werent you dressed yet, anyway? shouldnt you be in your pajamas by now? either way, ratio lets out a dreadful sigh as he begins disrobing himself. you dont look up from your game as you called to him. "hey hun, rough day?"

"yes," ratio replies, joining you in bed and pulling you close to him, scowling when you adjusted your body so his chest meets your back, effectively making him spoon you.

you and that stupid game- dont you see that he wants your attention as well? "must you play so late in the night?" he muttered, nibbling your neck as his hands began to roam your body. he gripped your hips, palmed your legs- and yet you continued to play.

"i just got to the final level, veri." you replied, seemingly unaffected by his touches. ratio huffed. the hands on your hips began to move again, this time towards the intimate space between your legs. your breath hitches as ratio cups your pussy, squirming when he keeps his hand there.

"veritas-" your grip on the console nearly falters when ratio's middle finger began rubbing your clit, legs trembling from the sudden pleasure. ratio groans into your ear, grinding his hips to your plush ass, a hard pressure poking you. it isnt all that often ratio initiated intimacy with you- whatever happened must have really pushed him over the edge.

"ill give you a challenge," ratio whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "if you can finish that game despite my actions, i'll let you continue in peace. but-" you whimper as he dipped his finger inside your folds, feeling your warmth flutter around the digit and wetting it with your juices. "if you lose, you'll have to answer to me the whole night. are we clear?"

you won't lie, it turns you on to feel the neediness emanating from your boyfriend. you nod. it wouldnt hurt to play along.

the next minutes or so went smoothly at first. despite ratio's fingers pushing in and out of your cunt, you managed to play up until a decent chunk of the level. however, ratio starts getting a bit impatient. you let out an 'eep' when he suddenly removes his fingers and lifts up your leg, sliding his hard length over the lips of your pussy. ratio sighs and groans, feeling the warmth and wetness of your cunny coating his cock in slick. the console in your hands nearly slip at the newfound sensation, body trembling as ratio deliberately teases himself. he wont stick himself inside just yet, theres still a challenge to win.

its not like you can concentrate that well at the moment, however. feeling ratio's length rub against your cunt, the tip just barely grazing your clit-

"v-veritas!" you cry out, your console slipping out of your grasp and falling onto the mattress. ratio wastes no time, slapping the tip against your clit a few times before aligning the head to your entrance. ratio lets out a loud groan as he immediately plunges deep inside, one hand nearly crushing your hip while the grabs at your neck. the walls of your cunt quickly get stimulated by the rough pace set by ratio, his cock barely leaving your warmth as he groans all sorts of filth into your ear, making you gush around his cock. your moans are drawn out of you as you near your climax, ratio's length consistently hitting that one spot over and over again.

ratio groans when he feels your walls constrict him, a creamy ring forming at the base of his dick as you moan and cry out his name. "see what you do me?" he growled, stuffing himself deep inside and rolling his hips. you gasped in short breaths, barely having time to relax when ratio pushes you back on your stomach and starts pounding into you again, his hips smacking against your ass in a lewd cacophony of noise. you grip the sheets as you wail into the pillows.

"mine, all mine- hnngh~" ratio gritted out, gripping your hips tight as he watches his cock disappear into the gooey warmth of your pussy. "you'll come apart for me over and over again," a sharp thrust into your pleasure spot has you seeing stars. "ill make sure of it- ugh~"

"veritas, i'm gonna-! i-i'm!"

"together-" he gasped out, leaning his whole body over you, hips a bruising pace as he chases both of your highs. a loud groan spills from ratio as his release coats yours walls, nudging his cock deep inside your pulsing warmth, your own orgasm covering his lower abdomen with an abundance of slick. ratio flips your positions so you end up laying on top of him, his cock still nestled deep inside. though your lungs burn for air, you cant help but messily kiss his flustered face. going all shy after fucking your brains out... thats just like your silly boyfriend.

"why were you naked, anyway?" ratio asks after you both catch your breath. you shrug.

"i dunno, i just felt like it. but if youre going to do this everytime i decide to be nude for whatever reason, then maybe i might just do it more." you giggled, tracing a heart on his chest.

ratio doesnt answer, instead holding you close and thrusting his hardening cock into your sensitive pussy.

you didnt get to finish your game after all.

[tojirights]

getting into a fight with billy and he pushes you against the wall, arm against your throat. he wants to be mad, to keep snarling in your face but he stops dead in his tracks when you moan. embarrassment surges through your body, taking the place of anger very quickly. "d'ya like this, hm?" billy smirks, finding yet another weakness he can use against you.

you struggle to get his arm off of you, but his muscles flex and hold you firmly in place. "fuck you." you cough out, barely able to find any air. butcher actually laughs this time, kicking your feet apart to slide his knee between your thighs. "i bet you’d love that, ya filthy little girl." he coos into your ear, breath ghosting over your skin. you can't help the strained whimper that leaves your constrained throat.

"are we fighting or fucking, butcher?" you snarl, gritting your teeth and trying to stand your ground but you can't deny the throb taking place between your legs. butcher relaxes the pressure on your throat in favor of pushing his body against yours. you can feel his cock digging into your hip, straining against the zipper of his jeans. "oy well, ain't that the million dollar question..." he grunts, and you're greatful that his body is reacting the same way.

"i do love me a good ol' hate fuck..." he mutters to himself before his lips crash into yours. its a frenzy to get his jeans undone and free his cock. unfortunately for you, your leggings weren't long for this world as butcher rips a hole straight through the crotch.

his hands quickly fly down your sides before landing on your hips. butcher's fingers dig into your skin, sure to leave puffy bruises in his wake as he easily lifts you up. it's almost insulting, the way he can just toss you around, but your body has thoughts of its own. in one swift move, butcher's pushing the thick head of his cock slowly inside your aching cunt. the stretch makes your thighs shake even while wrapped around billy's waist.

"aye, what a good little cunt..." billy groans, warmth enveloping his cock as your pussy takes in every thick inch. "fucking christ, billy." you whine, your arms coming around to dig into his back. he doesn't give you nearly enough time to adjust to his size, quickly bouncing you on his cock and using the wall as leverage. "what's that, love? too much cock for ya?" he teases, pushing impossibly deeper until the head of his cock has nowhere else to go.

you shoot him "shut up and fuck me, you perv." your words lack their usual venom, too turned on to bother with really insulting him. the amount of times you've thought about this exact scenario was maybe slightly embarrassing, but you can't say you're upset now that you finally have butcher balls deep inside of you. "aye, i never keep a lady waitin'..." he snickers, his lips finding the exposed skin of your neck and collarbone.

each nip of his teeth has your head spinning, pleasure and pain mixing in an incredibly intoxicating potion. you're going to have no good explanation for the bruises tomorrow, but all you can seem to care about is butcher's hand sneaking between your bodies to play with your swollen clit. "yer gonna sing pretty for me when ya cum on my cock, right princess?" he's pushing you to the edge, faster than you could have anticipated, your legs shaking with every tandem thrust and flick of his finger.

butcher's cock rubs so snugly against your sweet spot, your vision going blurry as the pleasure consumes you. "f-fuck you, billy." you gasp, back arched off the wall as he pounds your cunt relentlessly. he just chuckles, feeling the way your pussy flutters around him. "wouldn't wanna be doin' anythin' else right about now." the growl in his voice is enough to push you over the edge, stars exploding behind your eyes as the most intense orgasm you've ever had rolls over you.

you're left gasping, panting for breath as butcher keeps fucking your pulsing cunt. "fuckin' hell... just milkin' the cum out, ain't ya? ya want me ta fill this fuckin' cunt up, leave your poor pussy drippin'?" you whimper at his filthy words, clenching around his length as he puncuates every word with a thrust. butcher's groan is animalistic, coming deep from his throat as he releases deep inside of you. each thick rope of cum coats your fluttering walls before dripping down billy's legnth.

he holds you for a moment, panting as he rides out the pleasure. but the silent bliss only lasts for another moment before billy's hand is back around your throat. "don't think this gets you off the hook. still pissed about you lettin' that piece of shite live..." he grumbles, kissing your puffy lips before placing you gently back on your feet and turning his back to you.

you roll your eyes, leaning heavily against the walls as you regain feeling in your legs. "butcher i need pants!" you call as he goes to walk away from you, but he just gives you the middle finger over his shoulder while smirking, leaving you to find new clothes while still leaking cum down your thighs.

"what a fucking gentleman..." you groan.