#I am a fucked up little whiny bitch

[delirious-donna]

“You're a loser, baby

A loser, goddamn baby

You're a fucked up little whiny bitch”

[someprettyname]

yall gotta learn how to ruin your own damn birthday party from my father, ruins the excitement and anticipation of those organizing better than if someone else ruins your party <3

[quirkle2]

i wish i wouldn't do this to myself. why do i buy games on steam and then not play them for a while and then hate them and request a refund way outside of the refund time window

[porcelainfreak-zacrucian]

Fucking hell I am going to have A WEEK

[theood]

Oh cool people being really mean about a thing I do 🤪 that's fine j can drop that entire chunk of my personality it's fine I needed a new one anyway so I'm more likeable 👍👍👍

[thatdemiboymess]

Even just half-heartedly looking for work as someone who is legally blind, autistic, with no highschool diploma, GED, or degrees and who can't leave the house is a very specific kind of let-down and disappointment that just really makes a person depressed.

[neo-nomatrix]

HAWK TUAH !

jjk men during a bl0w!e

MULTIPLE X READER

-> GOJO, SUKUNA, CHOSO, GETO, NANAMI, TOJI

cw: bj stuff. cum play (kinda idk) rough characters. dirty talk. degradation. choking

GOJO SATORU AKA HEAD PUSHER

Soooo needy it’s insane. He’s so desperate to feel every inch of your soft warm mouth. he promises to let you do your thing but as soon as you wrap your lips around the tip his hands fly to your head and his hips snap. he’s muttering apologize as he pushes you down until your nose touches his skin. he throws his head back and moans open mouthed like a slut.

he’ll get so caught up in the moment he keep you down there for like 30 seconds just grinding his hips into your mouth. let’s you up when you pinch his thigh. you will be coughing and your face will be covered in spit by the end. he lovess facials and always rubs the cum in using his tip. he keeps a photo of you with his cock on your face and cum in your mouth as his wallpaper.

“s-shit baby… deeper, little more”

“you can take it, i know you can baby”

“just make me feel good okay?”

RYOMEN SUKUNA AKA THROAT DESTROYER

uhm yeah… what did you expect. does not give a shit about you when his cock is in your mouth. keeps you at the edge of the bed with your head hanging off and his fucking your mouth like a fleshlight. goes so deep his cock is showing in your throat. your gags make him want to go another round. plugs your nose when you’re deep throating so you can’t breath.

“until my jaw locks” yeah he took that as a challenge. loves tying you up with a low vibrator on your clit while he fucks that mouth as torture. you honestly don’t know if you love it or hate it. Sukuna loves it though, that’s for sure. cums deep in your throat, every time. will face fuck you again if he sees you didn’t swallow it all.

“fuck gag on that dick, bitch”

“i can see my cock in your throat! but who’s surprised?”

“you better swallow my seed… it’ll probably reach your stomach with how deep i am”

CHOSO KAMO AKA WHINY B!TCH

again, who’s surprised. he thought handjobs were great… but this? whole different level. you start but sucking on the tip until he’s sensitive. then you lick stripes up and down his veins. you use soo much spit and he loves it. he loves it when you press kisses to his cock and then deep throat it.

hes mesmerized by the way your head moves, the way your lips look. he has to force himself to not throw his head back so he can see you. one time he got ahead of himself and snapped his hips up and you choked on him, best day of his life. when he found out your throat felt like that? no going back. he begs you to deep throat him all the time.

“more… more more more. please baby!”

“remember how good i eat you out? please treat me good”

“i know it’s too deep! im sorry i can’t stop baby”

SUGURU GETO AKA NICE N SLOW

just into good old fashioned blowjobs. your hand kept at the base and your lips move up and down his shaft. he wants your tongue swirling over it like a lollipop. he brushes your hair out of your face to see your expressions. he’s so gentle and nice when it comes to blowjobs.

let’s you grind on his leg while you suck him off. mostly uses it as foreplay and not a main way to get off. likes for your spit to act as lube for him to slide in. if he was gonna cum from a bj it would be on your tits. he loves that.

“fuck keep that up and i’ll cum”

“let it get hard in your mouth… that’s right”

“don’t give me those innocent eyes, slut”

NANAMI KENTO AKA UNDER THE DESK

oh you’ll support your working man, from under the desk. he’s so stressed about work these days and you have just the solution! you showed up to his home office in skimpy lingerie and without saying a word you crawl under his desk and get to work. he gets so flustered so fast, blushing and stuttering about how his report is due.

grips the chair so tight when you start working your magic. he doesn’t want to thrust up because he knows he’ll bruise your throat. uses his belt to wrap around your neck and guide you instead. pulls your hair an insane amount. cums in your mouth but likes to watch it pour out onto your body.

“i’m working baby… you’ll get me too distracted”

“wrap that belt around your neck, be a good assistant”

“is this you saying thank you for being my sugar daddy?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO AKA TWO HANDS

he’s so big you need to use your hands or else he might pop out on the other side of your neck. you’re moving your hands and your mouth at a similar pace. he definitely teaches you how he wants it. he guides your head to a good rhythm and then lets you do your thing.

maybe he’ll have a cigarette hanging out his mouth when you suck it. blowing smoke in your face to tease you. definitely makes fun of the fact that you can’t take all of him. your jaw has to be open so wide to get him in. cums everywhere, your face, throat, tits. doesn’t matter, if it’s you he’ll cum there.

“don’t just move your hands up and down baby, turn em”

“your face looks so fucking small next to my dick!”

“c’mon, try harder to take it or else i’ll force you to”

[cheyisagirlkisser]

your vi x reader smuts are my very favorite!!!

is there any chance of you doing one focused on vi being rough with the strap? i figure she’s so strong that she doesn’t even realize 🤤

i read this request and ran with it i am so sorry in advance.. warnings: degrading names, a strap-on is referred to as a cock, rough strap-on sex

Using your hips as handles, Vi pulls and slams right into you. The muffled, wounded whine she hears from you only has her in a frenzy, reeling back just enough to give your pussy another rough thrust.

You like it rough. You don't say it often, hardly ever. You like when she treats you like a fucktoy, though. You don't complain when your sweet Vi forgets how strong she is. Maybe it's a little stupid to be completely thinking with your pussy, but what can you do when Vi can't help herself, letting her hand give your ass a slap so she can watch the fat jiggle, a desperate action to satiate her need.

"Vi-" you cry out into the sheets, though she doesn't register your plea. All she hears is the squelch of your pussy and the sound of skin-slapping.

"Pussy's mine, you know that?" Vi likes to imagine that you clenched at that. "You like when I fuck you like this? You want me to fill you up, make you my bitch?"

You desperately try to answer, but it comes out as a broken dialogue of pure gibberish. Vi laughs, almost condescendingly, and you can't even protest while she's pulling out to flip you onto your back. She takes in the sight of you all messy and fucked-out, sweaty strands of hair clinging to your face. She gazes back down to your pussy on display for her and how it is just begging to be ruined.

Spreading your slick all over your folds and clit, she doesn't refrain from teasing you. "Gonna answer me now? Tell me how much you want me to shove my cock back in you and make you scream."

You make an embarrassingly whiny sound at that, spreading your legs wider to encourage her to keep rubbing her tip over your clit. "Fuck me, Vi. Need your cock."

"Oh, I'll give it to you, baby. Don't you worry." You don't doubt her for a second, not when you can see the hunger in her eyes.

You can only hope she'll keep going rough on you as she slides her cock back into your pussy and lets herself bottom out to the base of the harness, watching the way you stretch around the the girth and relishing in the needy moans she hears.

Yeah, you’re gonna be limping tomorrow.

[shouty-sam]

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[hoshifighting]

hi, lyla! saw that requests are open and i literally have this in my drafts lol

could u write about chan and the reader having phone sex since chan is currently on a tour. he had his fleshlight with him and they exchange dirty talks with each other ><

thank u in advance and pls be safe and healthy always! also, love the new theme, i got shocked when i saw u in my notifs lmao

phone sex with chan as he uses a fleshlight (sex toy)

WARNINGS: smut, sex toy (fleshlight), masturbation [m.& f.], dirty talk, chan moaning loud, chan being NEEDY!!!!!!

chan’s voice is crackly but clear over the line, the telltale hotel-room TV buzz in the background. he’s panting already, his breaths uneven, and you can hear the faint, unmistakable wet schlick-schlick sound of his fleshlight in motion. the moment you catch it, you grin wickedly.

“really, chan?” you tease sultry. “you couldn’t even wait for me to pick up?”

“fuck—don’t start,” he groans, it was clear he was frustrated at the same time. “you weren’t answering. i’m desperate, okay?”

you bite your lip, your hand already sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts. “you miss me that much, baby?”

“you have no fucking idea,” he breathes out, the sound of the fleshlight’s wet squelches picking up pace. “this thing—it’s not even close. doesn’t feel like you at all.”

you hum, your fingers dipping lower. “that’s because it’s not me, channie. i’m the only one who knows exactly how to ride you.”

he whines at your words, a high, desperate sound that makes you clench around nothing. “you’re so mean,” he mutters, his voice laced with need, all whiny.

“oh, am i?” you taunt, your tone mockingly sweet. “you’re the one fucking a piece of rubber while i’m over here, all wet and needy for you. but go ahead, channie—tell me how good it feels. is it tight enough for you?”

“it’s—it’s tight,” he stammers, his voice cracking slightly. “but it’s not the same. fuck, it’s not even close.”

“of course it’s not,” you purr, your fingers circling your clit. “it doesn’t squeeze you like i do, doesn’t pull you in and milk you dry. poor baby, having to settle for that cheap little toy.”

his moans grow louder, the wet, rubbery sounds filling your ears as he starts to lose control. “fuck, i need you,” he pants, his words tumbling out in a rush. “need your hands, your mouth, your pussy—need all of you.”

you smirk, your own breathing growing heavier. “you’re so needy, channie. moaning like a little slut—what would your members think if they heard you?”

“shut up,” he gasps, his voice breaking on a whimper. “they’re—they’re not gonna hear me. fuck, you’re so mean.”

“mean?” you echo, your tone dripping with mock innocence. “i’m not the one whining and moaning like a bitch right now, am i?”

“fuck—fuck,” he groans, his voice shaking. “please, baby, talk to me. tell me what you’re doing.”

“i’m touching myself,” you admit, your fingers moving faster. “thinking about how much better i’d feel than that stupid toy. bet it doesn’t even grip you right, huh?”

“it doesn’t,” he whimpers, his movements growing frantic. “doesn’t feel like you at all. i need you so bad, baby—please.”

“aw, poor channie,” you coo, your voice softening just a little. “don’t worry, baby. when you get back, i’ll make sure you don’t even think about that dumb little toy ever again.”

his moans reach a new pitch, his breaths ragged and broken. “i’m close,” he gasps desperated. “fuck, i’m so close.”

“then cum for me,” you urge, your voice dropping into a husky whisper. “cum and think about how much better it’ll feel when it’s me.”

with a choked cry, he falls over the edge, his moans loud and unrestrained as he spills into the toy. the wet, messy sounds of his climax make your own orgasm rush through you, leaving you gasping and trembling. as the two of you catch your breath, the line goes quiet for a moment, save for the soft sound of his breathing. finally, he speaks, his voice hoarse but satisfied.

“that…was so much better than this stupid thing,” he mutters, and you can’t help but laugh.

“told you,” you tease. “but don’t throw it away just yet. you’ve still got a few more weeks of tour left, and we’re not done having fun.”

his groan of protest makes you smile, and you can practically hear the blush in his voice as he mumbles, “you’re gonna kill me, baby.”

[diddybok]

han jisung HC 1

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: pathetic (and i mean pathetic) jisung x gn!reader

➩genre(s): headcanon - kinda long soz

➩warnings: smut, angst

thinking about jisung (specifically him in the photo above) being a whiny little bitch after an argument with you so here we go. off the rip:

you had the worst day possible this week. everything that could have went wrong, went wrong and then some.

you just wanted to go home, snuggle your boyfriend (maybe cry into his arms) eat something yummy and then go to sleep. you were just so over it. you needed peace and quiet.

so you certainly were not happy to find jisung with all the boys round with the karaoke machine out. any other day this would have been okay, any other day and you might have joined in. but today wasn’t any other day, today was the worst day.

and so you dropped your keys into the bowl beside the door—the door you have just slammed—take off your shoes, ignoring the seven other pairs, and storm directly to the source of the loud noise.

“hi baby! you’re home—” jisung would begin to say until his face drops at the look on your face.

one of the boys, you don’t know which one, would take it into account to pause the song that was currently blaring. their eyes flitting back and forth between the two of you.

“you didn’t tell me you were going to have the boys round tonight.” you would say with a bite so venomous, the other boys picked up on it instantly.

“woah who rubbed you the wrong way today? relax, why don’t you join in instead of being professor grumps” he would say with a chuckle. but no one else was chuckling, not when they saw the twitch in your eye. and there would be an audible gulp.

an audible gulp followed by the scramblings of feet as they hurry to exit your house. mumblings of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘sorry’s’ as they funnel out the door.

jisung in turn, bless him, gets irritated at the fact that you just kicked his friends out. he would waste no time in starting to bicker with you about it.

“you never respect my time!” “it’s always whenever you say that i am allowed to hang out with my friends!” “you’re so fucking controlling!”

both of you would stop at that. chests huffing and fists clenching. he would see your eyes widen and your mouth open to say something but quickly slam shut.

he immediately goes back on his words.

“fuck, no i didn’t mean that. you’re not controlling at all. i’m just…i was just—”

“i’m going to bed.” is all you would say before you turn on your heel to walk to your shared bedroom.

“y/n”

but even the sound of his desperate voice breaking as he called your name wouldn’t stop you. as this time, you close the door with a soft click.

on the other hand, jisung is pacing outside of the bedroom door. he has been ever since you went in there and went quiet. and that was forty five minutes ago.

a soft knock on the door. no response. an utterance of your name. no response.

it takes him another five minutes to muster up the courage to open the door. and he sees you there, sat up in bed scrolling through whatever on your phone.

“y/n? baby…” he would start off by saying. his footsteps light as he creeps over to your side of the bed.

“what do you want?” short, devoid of any warmth.

he couldn’t hide the raise of his shoulders as he winced at your reaction.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you the boys were coming round.”

“it doesn’t matter, i’m too controlling anyways. you can do whatever you want, don’t need my permission.” you would reply behind the screen of your phone.

though your fingers would tighten around the edge of it ever so slightly as you see in your peripheral, jisung sink to his knees.

“no i didn’t mean it like that. you’re not controlling i promise you’re not. i was just embarrassed and then unaware that you weren’t in the mood for jokes and—”

you’d roll over onto your side. “i really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

with your back towards him, he would run his fingers through his tousled hair.

and then it would happen. you would hear a faint whine. like a puppy locked in its crate for the night. you were keen to ignore it if only he didn’t do it again, his fingers now gripping the sheets beside you.

“baby please~ i’m sorry. please. please y/n, don’t go to sleep mad at me. i’m so sorry i really didn’t mean it.” he would whine louder. it sounded as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.

you heave a sigh, shuffling over across the bed to allow for more room for him. you reach behind you, grabbing the corner of the sheet as you pull back the covers.

of course he would waste no time to climb in beside you. for all he knows, the offer could have closed in three seconds if he dawdled.

but your back was still turned to him. you were still shutting him out.

his bottom lip would tremble as he would wrap an arm around you and nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck.

the small sniffles and wet drops falling onto your bare skin wouldn’t capture your attention, no, it would be his leg wrapped around your ankle as he gently humps your thigh.

“jisung.” you would warn.

“i’m sorry y/n please forgive me.” he would whimper over and over again. to himself or to you, you were not sure.

“we will talk about it tomorrow it’s fine.” you would try to attempt to calm his mind. but you would feel his head shake, the strands of his hair tickling your neck.

“b-but you’re still upset with me now. please let me make it up to you. you can control me all you want!” he would plead.

“jisung i’m fine—” but you would get cut off by his hand snaking between your thighs. palming you with haste as the thrusts of his hips become more desperate.

and you wouldn’t get so much as a moment to think about what he’s doing before his other hand gropes your chest. pulling, flicking and rubbing at your nipples.

and he’d whine again. he’d whine and it would sound like melted honey to your ears. and when you would release a breath much heavier than the ones before, he would take your phone out of your hand and mount you.

hands beside your head, caging you in as his bottom lip catches between his teeth. his thin sweatpants doing nothing to hide his arousal for you as he ruts himself against your core.

“please~” followed by a sniffle, his glasses reflecting the forgotten phone beside you.

“ji, what do you want to do?” you would ask, susceptible to his neediness to please you.

“i want to taste you. i want your cum in my mouth and then i want to hump the bed until you say i can come in my pants. i don’t deserve to come on you or in you. don’t even deserve to have you touch me.”

and so it was, he trailed down your body, taking your pyjama bottoms with him as he settled between your legs. your thighs wrapped around his muscled shoulders as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before going to town.

his tongue would be ravenous, exploring you like he has never tasted something so sweet, so delectable in his entire life. and you would grab his hair tightly in your hands and he would reward you with another gorgeous whine.

“please fuck my face, please use me to your liking. i’ll be your good boy, i won’t ever talk to you like that again.” he would mewl against you before lapping you right back up again.

and you would squeeze your thighs against his head and he would let you. oh he would let you do whatever because you are his y/n. until you were making it harder for him to reach those places deep with his tongue. only then would he use his insurmountable strength to pry your legs apart.

and he would go back to devouring his meal; you.

and of course your moans would fuel him. let him know that he is doing a good job. and the dampness in his crotch would seep through his sweatpants and leave a stain on the bedsheets below.

he’d be treating the bed as if it were you. as if he were deep inside, plummeting in and out, in and out.

and when you reached your second orgasm, nearing on to your third, did he ask ever so politely.

“can i come for you? please baby, please can i come for you? i know i don’t deserve to, but please y/n let me come for you!”

and as your orgasm washes over you with a delightful bliss, do you meet his eyes as he laps up your essence, not wasting a single drop.

the sheets beneath your feet have lifted off the corners of the bed from his salaciousness. beneath the smears on his glasses, you could see the faint glimmering of tears.

and you would smile, you would smile and flip onto your knees, watching as he would crawl up the bed slightly before continuing his thrusts.

and you would hold his face in yours as you would whisper against his lips.

“come for me, my pretty boy.”

and he would, and there’d be so much not even his sweatpants could contain it as it shoots through the fabric. his hips still rubbing against the mattress, rubbing the soiled pants all over his thighs.

his cheeks puffed out, his swollen rouge lips glistened with remnants of you and his spit, his glasses askew on his face. it was truly an image you could paint to keep, to cherish.

and when his arms would buckle beneath his weight, would he look up at you and say “thank you.”

the word i’m sure you’re all aware was silent is screaming at me rn. and imagining him saying it in his little non-british british accent? release me.

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

[wonysugar]

you know the drill i fear.. BEFORE YOU GUYS YELL AT ME just know that i’m sorry and i’m trying incredibly hard to get all of my drafts done<//3 IT’S HARD WRITING WHEN NO INSPO HITS YOU OKAY… but for now, please accept some of these fresh drabbles, i’m sorryrjrnrnf

now… NOW…… mid 2023 sugar may or may not have possessed me on this fine morning because hellooo i miss short black bob chaewon BAD i need to eat her out and make her feel good desperately!

cw: waxplay, sensory play(??) i have no idea what to call it but she doesn’t let you touch herfkemf, vibrators, very light bondage

i’m so normal about these pictures omg the femme dom ever,,, the powerbottom to have ever powerbottom-ed this earth,,,, chaewon is the definition of cute girlfriend in the streets FREAKY HOE IN THE SHEETS CAUSEEEJFKS???

she has an obsession with your mouth she cannot help it! she just loves using it for her own pleasure i fear… feeling its moist surface on her wet swollen cunt whenever she’s needy for your touchcidkfk moaning at the slight contact :(( i am also a firm believer that she’d guide you to do it the way she likes it, BUT NOT USING WORDS; indeed, she’s perfectly content with forming a rough grip on your hair and pulling on it however she wants to and whenever she wants to. sometimes she even pulls you away from her pussy so just so she can see her wet slick on your stuck-out tongueckdkf looking at the string of mixed saliva and cum left between your muscle and her core…. giggling so hard rn guys

also SHE’D MOAN SO LOUDLY??:((( i know she sounds pretty i KNOW she does,, and so does she! she gets turned on by the sound of her own moaning, it’s only natural. the way your name rolls off her tongue so sweetly as she whines sounds like music to both your ears and hers. she’ll make sure you hear how good you’re making her feel, how good you’re being for herckdmfnd

now,, if we’re looking at the more RISQUÉ aspect of things.. oh she goes nuts i’m afraid.

OMG WHO SAID CANDLEWAX?? no but yeah on the days where she just feels like watching you squirm and struggle under her touch, she’ll just pull out the candlescisndn

NOW WALK WITH ME. she’s sitting in front of you, you’re laid down on the bed and your wrists are tied to the bed frame with her tie or smth because she’s an angry and frustrated office worker in my heart LEAVE ME ALONE. she knows how much you love touching her, and she knows how needy and whiny you get when you can’t. [devil emoji] SO NATURALLY! she has a vibrator nestled in between her legs and pressed onto her clit, barely even visible due to the oversized button up she has ongkemfm and she’s just pouring drops of candlewax on your naked stomach, the sight of you whining both at the delicious pain and the absence of her skin on you.

she’s moaning so loudly and staring at you with such lustfully hooded eyes, making it even harder for you not to wanna break free from the restraint of the tight tie and fuck her better than the vibrator ever will, like she rightfully deserves:((

also she totally degrades you in the process SORRY NOT SORRY!! she makes fun of you for the warm pool growing in between your legs, moaning how dirty and slutty you look getting wet by just watching her get off,, how you’re dripping for her even though she hasn’t even done anything expect burn you ahehehcjdkd calling you a ‘desperate fucking bitch’ and whatnot,,, laughing at you when you start crying and squirming whilst begging for her to untie you,,,,,, I’M UNWELL.

AND IF I SAY THAT SHE’D ALSO SET ASIDE THE VIBRATOR AT ONE POINT AND START SLOWLY FINGERING HERSELF IN FRONT OF YOU, TEASING YOU BY SPREADING HER WET FOLDS SO YOU CAN SEE EVERY LITTLE THING— [GUNSHOTS]

i fear she’d also describe to you how her fingers feel pumping in and out of her and moan your name in the process,, you’re just watching her throw her head back in pleasure as she fingerfucks herself?? oh girl at this point you’re just whimpering and sobbing like the pathetic whore she thinks you are, trying to subtly close your thighs and rub them together for any sort of friction:((

oh selfish chaewon save me…. save me selfish chaewon

[00-jammy-00]

Since you mentioned u haven’t gotten more specific requests… maybe Yan CEO and how the first meet up at the convention was like? 🤔 with CEO reader OR his POV when reader hits on him while drunk (are they in a bar together? Business trip <3) can be a little smutty too as a treat since you mentioned him cumming in his pants when you kiss him..

Yan!CEO HC’s

Yan!CEO x GN! CEO! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, obsession, nsfw mentions (more than normal), possessiveness, horny yan, lovesick yan, drunken consent, drunken sex

A/N - Oh my god, they’re back?? Fuck yeah I am 🙏 for this part two I’ve decided to go with the second option of how you guys ended up sleeping together, this will include more NSFW than most of my other posts so be warned. Also, this request is amazing, thank you for not just saying “More this.” “This type of Yan with this type of Reader.” Those requests are difficult since it’s hard to come up with a scenario on the spot. Sorry for the long A/N, have an amazing read xx.

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Yan!CEO was having the time of his life when he ran into you at the bar. Oh you frequent this place? Jeez, he didn’t know that at all, it’s not like he watches your every move or anything.

Yan!CEO who subtly pays for your drinks, pushing more and more down your system. You were just too cute, you got so angry, so mad that he teased you for showing off some skin, you know how fucking mad he was that you decided to show off skin to some strangers when he was there? He was fuming behind that smug grin.

Yan!CEO whose eyes gleamed when you became more bold, cussing him out aggressively, throwing your hands up in the air. Calm down dear, you’re drawing attention.

Yan!CEO who decided to make a joke about how you look sexy when you’re mad, thus causing you to lurch forward and grab him by the throat. He swear he saw stars. And fuck— when you decided to kiss him so harshly, lips smashing into his! Clean up on aisle his pants!

Yan!CEO who eagerly followed your lead as you dragged him to your hotel room, you booked this before you got to the bar? You knew he was coming, didn’t you sweetheart? You wanted this. You wanted him.

Yan!CEO who doesn’t drop the teasing attitude as you messily make out the moment you entered your room, hands flying to rip off clothes, god, this was everything for him. He still remembers the hazy look in your eyes when he put his knee between your legs, pinning you to the wall.

Yan!CEO who lays you sweetly on the bed, he could practically taste the alcohol on your tongue as you shared harsh kisses. He didn’t want to hurt you! You’re too fragile, he doesn’t like breaking his valuables, not unless they wanted him too…

Or…

Yan!CEO who decided being a brat was the way to go, put him in his place? He’d like to see you try, bet you can’t even make him cum…bet you can’t…bet you— bet you can’t make him cum…

Yan!CEO who is a whiny little bitch. If you want him to hump your boot to get off he’s already on the floor but he’s teasing you about how you’re ordering him around. It’s not HIS fault that he can’t keep still when he’s underneath you, you’re just so perfect! He needs you nooowwwww!

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[skywalkershootme]

the mating press. (a.s)

afab!reader x anakin skywalker

warnings: p in v, mating press position, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), cum play, dub con, alcohol involved (reader is a little drunk), drinking mentioned, squirting, breeding? (if you squint idk), dumbification, degrading (use of slut and whore i think), praise, impact play/slapping

word count: 1149

You were feeling lost in the sheets, the only thing your brain could fixate on is the feeling of Anakin slamming into you at his signature animalistic pace, making your entire body spark in flames, and leaving your face a drooling mess. His pretty face was looking down where your bodies met, watching his cock make a home in your pretty pussy. ��Ugh, Maker… you’re just drooling all over me. This little cunt knows who I am, yeah? Say it,” He was so mean to her, how could he ever expect you to be able to reply when he had you in a mating press for god's sake, especially with the mix of alcohol in your body. You and Anakin were previously at a party, Santines birthday party. You had taken awhile to get ready only for Anakin to be begging to leave so he could fuck you in his car. He was acting like a whiny little brat, getting on your nerves. You literally had to be there, Obi-Wan's girlfriend, plus your best friend. It would be so extremely rude to leave early…right?

Not until Anakin faked a phone call, rushing to you saying he had gotten a call, saying that the apartment flooded. In that moment you abandoned your fruity drunk (that Anakin paid way too much money for,) saying a quick goodbye, and running to the car, only to get to your apartment, seeing absolutely everything fine and in the perfect place,and before you could yell at him for being irresponsible, Anakin would suddenly shove you into the wall, kissing and groping you.

Now, you were shoved into the bed, in a mating press under him, his cock poking deep inside of you. Your ankles up by his shoulders, as he furiously thrusted and pounded into you, making you drool and stutter his name “A-A-Anakin!” You managed to say through your intense moaning, pussy being absolutely pummeled and abused, as his tip kissed at your cervix. Anakin was letting out deep grunts and low moans, while always looking at you in the eye “Oh look at your face baby… you're all sweaty and flushed” he would mumble commandingly as he wiped some drool from your chin, licking it off of his fingers. “You like this huh? You're so wet… I feel you gripping me like a vice baby..” 

All you were even able to get out was moans, his pretty dick was poking your insides, and having your body all tangled in his was like heaven. He was so heavy on top of you, the pressure was amazing. He had to make sure he could keep you down, keep you in place for the sweet torture of his sex.

You felt the coil in your belly spasming, being so ridiculously tight. His dick was hitting all of the right spots, making you feel so, so good… You could feel your orgasm building up ridiculously fast, and Anakin could feel it from the way you trembled “Oh honey… you going to cum already? You’re shaking. Is this what just a little bit of dick does to you huh? Makes you all dumb?” You were barely even able to reply, being so cockdrunk was common with sex with Anakin. He would do anything to make sure you were all dumbed down for him. Anakin looks down to see the beautiful sight of you, tits bouncing to the beat of his thrusts, your neck all marked up with hickeys and your pretty face, covered in drool and hair all messy, with your eyes all rolling back in your head, and closing. He quickly interrupted that with a sharp slap to the cheek, making you tighten around him, making Anakin let out a long moan “Fuck, you fucking masochist. Do you fucking like being slapped? I can feel it in your pussy. Is that what  gets you off huh? Filthy bitch” He only started to fuck faster, making you let out the highest moan he has ever heard from you, making him chuckle

“Ohh fuckk… Anakin!!” you whine and scream, his cock was fitting in so well in this position, hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you, covering his cock in your slick.

And then that coil in your belly exploded, causing you to squirt all over him. Anakin pulled his cock out and looked down with a open mouth, in shock of how much your pussy was pouring, it was like a fucking hose. It spilt all over his cock, on his abdomen and legs, across your thighs and down your ass, and most landing and soaking the sheets. As you recovered from the intense orgasm, you see Anakin stroking his cock like the freak he is, he was getting off to how wet you were. All of a sudden he pushed you back further, folding your body and holding you like that with one arm, as the other hand stroked his cock “Fuck… do you realize how goddamn hot that was? Jesus Christ, you’re still so soaked. Honey.. Is this all some cock does to you? I wonder if i could make you squirt with just my fingers…”

Heat rushed to your face fast as you heard that, then you felt two fingers poke at your entrance, and slide in with no warning, making you clench around him “Fuck! Anakin! Warn me first!” You scold, but all anger was soon lost as he started prodding his fingers in and out at an intensely fast pace, causing you to scream. You could smell your cum in the whole room, slightly embarrassed. But that faded once you look down to see Anakin, with his cock in his hands, getting off to seeing his fingers in your little wet pussy

He slowly adds his mouth into the mixture, determined to get you off one more time before he cums all over you. He rapidly flicks his tongue and sucks on your clit, sending you over the edge once again. He pulls his fingers out and slaps your pussy, moaning at how it all splashes on his hand. He licks it off of his hand slowly, and then starts sliding his cock between your folds. “Oh fuck yeah… I'm going to cum all over this little pussy….. Are you okay with that? Of course you are, little slut.” Anakin rubs his cock between your folds, bumping your clit deliciously, the overwhelming friction making you shake. Then, he lets out a low groan “Gonna cum honey, cum all over this little pussy… mmmhm” His hips stammer before he blows his load all over your pussy, covering your lips, clit, and dripping down to your hole. You let out little sighs and moans, the feeling of his hot liquid on your pussy drove you insane, but he just makes that worse, by fucking his cum inside of you with his fingers.

[remotewatch]

no class, some integrity!

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 1.3k wc

Summary: All Jack wants is a round of golf, what a bore!

cw: shameless smut, fingering, outdoor recreation, sorry to the landscapers, and the ducks, unprotected sex, cum eating, if you want to safely reenact this get your ass up and VOTE, reader is on birth control but what’s a little plan b nausea for peace of mind, try to guess how serious I am about that, hate sex kinda sorta, this is a comedy

this one is for my oomf in editing! see you at the greek island queen out!

minors dni! get out! fuck off! shoo!

“Jack, fuck! Slow down!” Not because it hurts, but because he’s pounding you so hard he’s pushing you downhill, and any attempts you make to ground yourself against the grass just tear up the fresh sod in chunks. He’s bent and pressed flat against your back, panting whiny little “sorry-so sorry-I can’t, sorry-god”s into your ear as his hips piston uncontrollably.

You should’ve known better than to be all over him when you hadn’t seen each other in weeks; really, you should’ve expected this back when you selected your outfit.

-45 minutes earlier-

“Is that a skort?” You give him a half-glance over your shoulder from in front of the foyer mirror.

“No?” Jack leans back to peer under your hem in a way that only he can do without looking sleazy.

“You’re going to golf in a regular skirt?” God, he’s so simple, but you refrain from rolling your eyes.

“I didn’t pack anything else to go with this top. Does your course have a new dress code I’m not aware of?” With a practiced flick of your ponytail, you trot outside to the waiting golf cart before he can ask any more stupid questions.

As if Mother Nature herself means to mock you, the wind picks up as soon as he starts the engine. You spend the first few holes failing to hold your skirt down as Jack effortlessly outscores you, clearly not distracted enough to be beaten. If anything, the fluttering fabric is messing up your game as he watches from the drivers seat.

“If only someone would invent some sort of contraption with built in shorts, then you’d really be set.”

“Oh, fuck off!” he makes you miss your swing, sending the ball careening off to your left into a ditch. When you settle back into the cart, he’s wearing that mischievous little grin you hate to love.

“No, no, I’m serious. You should design one, bet it’d be a hit,” Alright, that’s enough of that. You swing your left thigh over his right, letting your skirt ride up enough to show off your underwear.

“Yeah, you’re always trying to get me to wear more clothes,” Jack suddenly appears very interested in the nearby duck pond despite the unmistakable tent in his chinos.

“We’re only on hole three, you know.”

“Ooh, the magic number!” He turns and squints into the sun, confirming you’re still very much in view of a security checkpoint, but you’re quick to stamp out his concerns.

“You’re seriously going to waste the one time we get the place to ourselves?” Another scoot and you’re practically sitting in his lap. “Or are you just worried about grass stains?”

“You’re ridiculous,” he mumbles, but he’s steering the cart out of sight nonetheless.

The second there’s a cluster of trees between you and the checkpoint, Jack is yanking your panties off hard enough to threaten rug burn. He’s grumbling all the way down to kneeling on the grass, like you’re asking him to repaint the whole property instead of rail you.

“You better spray all over these fucking seats if you want to act like this. I actually wanted to play today.” The leather squeaks as you slide fully onto his seat and place your feet on his shoulders. Your sneaker playfully nudges his cheekbone.

“That really depends more on you, you know.”

There’s a nearly imperceptible tic in Jack’s jaw, confirming you’ve pushed the right button.

For better or for worse, his hands simply don’t get tired. One presses on your pubic bone, pulling the skin just taught enough that every perfectly metronomic stroke on your clit sings through you uninhibited. He’s two knuckles deep and humming along to his own rhythm like an asshole, and maybe you’d say so if he wasn’t yanking your thoughts out with every hook of his fingers. Under any other circumstances, you might feel some type of way about the obscene squelching being the loudest sound on the course, but Jack has been gone for two weeks, and nothing in your toy box matches his fingers. He could make you sound like a foghorn without inspiring a lick of shame.

True to your word, the chair is utterly soaked, and Jack delights in the little bit that his fingers force out of you on each reentry. His tongue is snaking under you trying to clean every drop as it works its way up to your clit, but you more or less kick him to the ground before he can settle in.

“You still want to finish the game, right? We’ll be here all day if you keep playing with your food.” Jack tilts his head to one side like he’ll try and bicker back, but he elects to lunge for your waistband and drag you down with him instead. It would look fucking ridiculous if you were visible to anyone but the wildlife: both of you rolling around trying not to gain momentum and tumble downhill, kneeing each other and ripping up your cute little outfits like kids fighting for the remote. When you let your guard slip enough to fish his cock out of his pants, he takes the opportunity to pin you facedown to the turf and flood your nose with the smell of cut grass. You throw a weak elbow trying to flip him back over, but you’re no match for his years of paddle-boarding. A muttered “-can’t fuckin’ stand you-“ finds its way to your ear, and then he’s in and immediately slamming stars into your vision as your knees divot the green.

Jack always talks your ear off when you derail plans like this, complaining to the time of his thrusts in a way that nearly sounds convincing.

“We’ve never-completed-a whole-game! Never!” The breathiness of it deflates any sense of conviction from his words. Somehow you manage to crawl forward enough to get back onto your elbows, and it takes everything in you to keep your voice steady as you turn back to scowl at him.

“Get up and keep playing if you’re so upset.”

There’s that jaw twinge again. Before you can think to regret your words, he’s twisting one hand into your ponytail and pulling hard enough to make your grip slip.

He nearly knocks the breath out of you when he follows your collapse down to the ground, loose bits of grass sticking to both of your faces as he drools down your cheek. The new angle slots him even deeper, and the ducks resting by the pond’s edge actually fucking take off when they hear the moan he punches out of you. Despite it all, Jack is still a gentleman, one hand worming its way underneath you to paw frantically, sloppily at your clit. You’re driving him insane in the process of grinding down on his fingertips and bouncing off his pelvis in the little wiggle room you have, and soon he’s squeaking out little half syllables as his composure unravels. Any attempts at telling him to cum on your back are thwarted by your orgasm crashing through you and dragging his along with it. The way you’re twitching under him would be humiliating if he wasn’t matching you spasm for spasm. When he moves to scoot back, you grab a fistful of his ruined shirt and dig your nails into his oblique striations.

“Don’t even think about it. Clean that shit up, and then you’re driving us to CVS.” Jack snorts in annoyance, but he carefully pulls out to bend down and tuck in to his meal. The vibrations of him slurping his own cum out of you are almost overwhelming, but he switches to lapping you clean before you have to tap out. One last lip smack around your clit, and he’s leaning back on his heels to catch his breath. By now, the sun is just low enough to start stretching your shadows, and he looks nothing like the menace who just destroyed your outfit when he lies down facing you to pout about finishing up the game. You don’t bother to hide a giggle when you see how green his trousers are.

“That’s up to you. Do you feel more like changing or avoiding a speeding ticket?”

[werecreature-addicted]

I would like to request one Alpha werewolf gf x subby transfem vampire gf please.

"come on, it'll help them grow, I promise," the werewolf purrs softly, circling your hips slowly with her clawed hands before dipping her head to gently run her tongue over your chest before slowly sucking your nipple into her mouth, she's careful to keep her sharp teeth away from your sensitive tits. You can't help but whimper as she lavishes your tits with her tongue and hungry mouth, she loves your soft puffy nipples, and giving them all the attention you deserve. She moves her hands from your hips to your panties, pushing them to the side so she can tease you more, she growls in pleasure hearing you moan for her.

"Such a pretty girl, feeling needy are you baby you're practically riding my hand already," she teases.

"a-am not," you try to protest but she's right, you can't help but grind down on her hand feeling her thick fingers press into you and filling you up.

"needy little whiny vampire bitch," she laughs, "needy little girl who needs mommy to fuck her right, isn't that what you want?"

"yes," you whisper shyly, the thought of her bending you over and fucking you was too tempting to deny.

"If you want it then beg for it," she growls sinking her sharp teeth into your shoulder, holding you down in place as her fingers speed up, all while her bulge presses against your thigh, she was clearly just as turned on as you were.

"Please Mommy, please I want it," you gasp breathlessly, her bite feels so good it makes your head spin.

"Okay sweet thing, I'll give you what you want, but do something for me first," she purrs, pulling her hand away from your hole, making you whine at the empty feeling.

"What?"

"get on your knees for me," in a flash, you're kneeling before her, sitting between her legs, bracing your hands on her thighs. She laughs a little at how eager you are.

"I want you to feed on me while I get myself ready for you, She pulls down her underwear and starts rubbing her half-hard cock, while nudging your cheek with her thigh. You lean down and bite her thick muscular leg, her warm blood gushing into your mouth and spilling over your chin as you struggle to swallow it down. As you drink she tugs on her hardening cock right over your face, the musky smell of her genitals wafting into your nose as you suck on her bleeding thigh. it's almost enough to make you cum untouched.

"Good girl, drink your fucking fill," she growls, a drop of her precum splattering down on your face and neck while she jerks off, "Now come here and ride Mommy."