#Will anon 🌹

[rinhaler]

perv!Rin always having a pair of your used panties on him when he goes on away games… 🫶🫶🫶

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this has been in my inbox for months sorry I am slow <3333 love my man love my pervy boyfriend rinnie mmmmmm

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, calls ur pussy she/her, male!masturbation, long distance relationship, perv!rin, panty thief!rin, descriptions of sex and pussy eating.

words: 1.2k

He thinks being apart from you is a challenge. It’s hard, of course, but he makes it a challenge.

There’s an edge to his plays when he’s been without you for so long. He thinks he performs better when he doesn’t even get to hear your voice. When he doesn’t get to hold you, kiss you, feel you, he’s unbeatable.

He’s not a weak man, but he is for you. He’s wrapped around your finger and he knows he’s never felt love like he feels for you. You are his only weakness, but you’re also his strength.

He lies awake at night thinking of you, desperate to call you. His heart races as he thinks about your head resting on his chest whilst playing with your hair, whispering sweet nothings until you fall asleep or can’t take it anymore. You allow him full control over your body when you’re tired, succumbing instantly to the way he gropes and pinches at your supple skin as the pale moonlight bleeds through your windows.

Those moments are the closest thing to heaven, for each of you.

And to be without that for days, weeks, months… it’s plain torture. He wonders if it pains you just as much to be without him, if you miss him nearly as much as he does you. It takes a colossal amount of will power to not pick up the phone and call you.

He can never keep track of time differences when he’s away. Maybe you’re already fast asleep, or maybe you’re out in public with your friends. What good would it do to whine about how desperately he needs you when you can’t give him what he needs?

He’d give just about anything to hear you moan needily down the phone to him. He wants to tell you to touch yourself and lower the phone between your legs so he can hear the way your wetness squelches, drooling profusely as she knows nobody touches her better than he does. Nobody’s fingers are as perfectly thick and able to pummel and rub all of your sensitive places perfectly, so perfect that you unravel in record time.

She knows that it won’t just be once, either, not when he’s mastered the art of making you cream and mess yourself so expertly that he can do it again and again and again.

The sight in his mind of you cumming like that makes him sit upright in his bed, panting heavily as he reaches for his phone. His breath fans across his quickly typing thumbs as he messily writes some frenzied message to you.

He stares down at his writing with a heavy lidded stare, his breathing beginning to slow as he sees what a pitiful string of words he’s combined. Telling you that he misses you and how fucking hard he is. That he hopes you’re at home and you can call because he needs more than anything to get off to the sound of your voice, your mewls, your soaking wet cunt.

But he erases it. All of it. This libertine thinking will make or break him if he allows it to consume him. He doesn’t want to break, he never wants to break.

He turns on the flashlight of his phone as slowly rises from his seat in the middle of his bed, apprehension in his steps as he wanders towards his suitcase. There’s sweat beading at his hairline, a droplet sliding down his temple. It’s on his mind, it’s a targeted endeavour, and still, he’s fighting against it.

This is the compromise.

That’s his train of thought as a glob of saliva bulges down his throat. He drops to the balls of his feet, carefully unzipping a pouch to retrieve an innocuous item he always borrows for these trips away.

He wouldn’t survive if he didn’t.

He wouldn’t win if he didn’t.

Your worn panties are part of a ritual for success. He doesn’t steal the same pair every time. It’s always different. This time, they’re white and lacey. He thinks they might be your favourites, they seem to be the ones you wear the most.

They’re soft, he touches the material carefully. The harsh light of his phone makes it hard to see, really see, the pads of his fingers are his guide. He feels the intricate pattern of the lace detailing as his resolve crumbles faster and faster by the nano second.

And soon, he’s smothering himself with them. He takes an ample inhale, a breath so deep it resounds throughout the room. His breath is shaky as he breathes out the rakish scent of your used panties. His eyes almost fall back into his skull as he feels his cock spurt from your scent alone.

There’s sure the be a stain on his sweats, but he couldn’t possibly care less. He takes them off before walking back to bed, lying comfortably, completely naked, as he looks up at the ceiling.

He continues to breathe in the incomparable fragrance of your worn underwear, his dick getting wetter and wetter as he leaks from his tip like some kind of Pavlovian response. Like it knows the smell of your cunt and what it means. Like it knows it’s about to taste or feel you wrapped around the length until his balls tighten and he floods your insides with his love.

He can barely keep quiet as he tugs and squeezes furiously in a desperate bid to reach his climax. His inhales become sporadic and shorter as he begins to surmount the peak of his reward for having some semblance of restraint. This is restraint. He didn’t text, he didn’t call like he wanted. Like he needed. He settled for his salacious little secret. Your stolen, your borrowed, panties that you made smell so perfect for him.

Just for him.

He wonders, sometimes, if you know of his twisted little habit.

He isn’t sure what he considers more of a turn on. The fact that you’re clueless and he’s been getting away with something so sickeningly perverse for so long. Or that you possibly have known all along, but don’t care. Maybe it turns you on, too, knowing that he needs your help to make it through these long trips. And you help him so effortlessly.

All you need to do is wear panties for him to take, for him to get off like this.

He moans boisterously as the idea of you knowing seems to win the interest of his perversions. He almost suffocates himself with the lace, using it to stifle his raucous undoing. Thick creamy ropes of cum shoot from his cockhead and splash on his tummy. His flexing abs decorated and sparkling, the streetlights illuminating his figure as his toes curl and his breathing begins to stabilise.

He's exhausted, finally. The gnawing unease gone and forgotten as the desire to sleep overrides anything and everything else littering his thoughts. He uses your panties to mop up the sticky cum coating his abs before tossing them aside.

He’ll get them cleaned before he comes home, he always does.

There’s one thought still booming in his mind that is louder than the desire to close his eyes and sleep. He grabs his phone, writing out a shorter, more cohesive message for you to read.

Goodnight princess, I love you x

He can’t hide his smirk when three little dots immediately pop up.

I love you too Rinnie, goodnight x

And with that, he can finally sleep peacefully. But, still, he can’t help but wonder…

Do you know?

© 2024 rinhaler

[ilysungho]

is size training with taesan weird? I have this little thought about size training with him using diff sizes of a dildo. he's definitely packing a huge one in his pants, but you're so hesitant you make up all the excuses in the surface of the earth just to not do it with him. busy with work, too lazy, fake sleeping, until it ticks taesan off and he's ramming into you without a care in the world.

I probably need to get some sleep 😔

- 🌹

noooo that’s not weird at all!! also i apologize for getting to this so late, uni has been taking me out everyday 😭

mean taesan who can’t take anymore excuses from you :( he is so frustrated because even though you’re able to feel all the pleasure with just a dildo and his fingers, he has to hold back and take care of himself on his own. he knows he’s big and doesn’t want to hurt you, but he also knows the surely you can take him now. you’ve both tried almost every size of a dildo you could find, stopping at right before his own size. taesan did say he didn’t want you to use a toy that’s his size when he could finally use his own dick to fuck you properly. but perhaps you were scared to actually try him out properly. maybe you were scared that he really would be too big for you to handle. after a couple weeks of constant excuses though, he corners you before you could give him another. “why do you keep running away from me? i know you can take it. i’ll even go slowly so-” “but you’re so big tae… i can’t.” another one. he was properly pissed now as he flipped you over and pulled your bottoms down in one go. he couldn’t wait until you were wet on your own as he grabbed the lube from the side table and practically emptied the bottle out in you. taesan would be palming his boner during it, taking it out of his boxers to push into you. at first, he’d go slowly since he really doesn’t want to hurt you. he even tells you to tell him the safe word you both had come up with on the first day you started to engage sexually. but you don’t say anything as your moans come out muffled through the pillow pressed against your face. he’d push all the way in, muttering a soft finally, before he bunches your hair in his hand and pulls your head up. “i knew you could do it, princess.” and at that, he completely lets go and pounds into you like never before. he was bound to go crazy some day after all the rejections.

[xiao-come-home]

What if…

Boothill with their S/O(who has a bounty on their head) but it’s the Acheron and Black Swan dance when they meet/when Boothill interrogated them for being the person he’s after

(Yes I’m the same person who sent the Boothill and s/o as a threat to the universe headcanon😊-🌹♟️)

Mixing the idea like I'm the professor utonium mm thank you for this delicious ask anon 🙏

Boothill's been on the run to find you for a very long time - and bingo, here you are! Sipping a glass of wine in some fancy hotel, quietly sitting in the corner of the room, seemingly suspecting nothing.

His eyes focus on you - it's his only chance to get some more information and progress with his only goal.

Before Boothill approached you, he thought what would be the right way to start a conversation just enough, so you don't immediately flee or suspect him for anything - so this time, instead of pulling out his gun, the cyborg stood patiently above you and extended his arm to you.

"May we have a dance?" Boothill asks, his voice oozing like honey to captivate you further, and much to his surprise, you agree, taking his hand and following his lead onto the dance floor.

Time keeps passing as you two dance, and Boothill can't help, but grow more mesmerized by you every second; the way you spin and look at him it almost makes your eyes glitter in the light. Your skin glows as he dips you down, and his own voice screams in his head - but his hand runs up your thigh and he soaks the hunger for you like air.

The smell of your perfume reaches his nose and overwhelms his leftover senses, making him want more. He kisses your hand mid-dancing, barely stopping himself from kissing your oh so soft, lipstick adorned lips when he holds you so close you're almost face to face with him; you two move on the dance floor like two pieces of perfect puzzles together. Like yin and yang, you complement each other flawlessly, your intertwined hands holding so firmly, just as if Boothill found the perfect match.

Ah... while the goal of his will be the most important, perhaps having you by his side is not so bad. In fact, the initial plan of his flashed in his mind only once by the end of your dance - maybe teaming up in more than one way can be beneficial for both of you.

[4pologygir1]

hiiiii i love ur work!! i am craving spencer reid headcannons about how he acts after coming home to reader after a long case!!

alsooooo can i be 🌹🌹 anon? tysm!

got it!!! and oh woah, first claimed emojis, so cool! (also, two winona posts in one night? crazy!) all about those first moments when he walks through the door. i had s3 spence in mind, but you can imagine whichever! here’s how spencer reid is coming home to you after a long (but not awful) case:

✶ the second the door opens, he’s already smiling. not just a little smile—one charged with love and travel exhaustion. he sees you and it’s like his whole body exhales, like, oh, finally.

✶ such a “honey, i'm home!” guy. started as a silly joke, but it totally stuck. he laughs all breathless and overjoyed, wrapping you up in a hug so tight you almost tip over. he's practically gravitationally pulled towards you…

✶ picks you up without thinking. just lifts you off the ground for a second, trying to physically make you closer. then puts you down and cups your face like oh my god, you’re here, you’re real, this is my actual life.

✶ he gets this dazed, slow-motion grin and says something stupid but ridiculously charming like “oh my god, you’re even prettier than i remembered.” he's such a loser. i have to have him.

✶ drops everything the second he’s inside. bag? floor. shoes? who cares! coat? barely shrugs it off before he’s reaching for you again, hands on your waist, lips pressed against your cheek.

✶ lingers in the doorway like he’s absorbing the feeling of home. looks around with that soft, boyish expression, taking in the cozy lighting, the familiar smells, you.

✶ melts the moment you touch him. you put your hands on his cheeks? he leans into them like a cat. you run your fingers through his hair? he actually closes his eyes and hums. full-body reacting to affection like he’s been starved for it.

✶ talks a mile a minute at first. about the flight, the breakthrough he had on the case, about the exact moment he started missing you (which was immediately). all while holding your hands, touching your face, tucking your hair behind your ear like he can’t believe you’re real.

✶ he would then hit a wall of exhaustion. one second he’s talking, the next he’s just staring at you, all soft and sleepy-eyed, and goes “…i think i need to lay down.”

✶ collapses into bed, but only after a quick but comforting shower. head buried in his pillow, arm slung across your stomach, looking over at you with that sweet, lovesick gaze. “say something,” he mumbles, “i just wanna hear your voice.” UGH. whatever. he's so adorable, i can't stand him!

✶ falls asleep mid-sentence!! you’re talking in bed, and he’s going on about some book he read on the jet, and then his words trail off, and you look over to find him completely knocked out, face smushed against the pillow.

✶ his body realizes he's home before his brain does!!! he'd stretch out, feeling warmth beside him rather than scratchy motel sheets. so, basically heaven! and if he doesn't have work that morning? yeah, it's heaven.

✶ wakes up extra soft. no grogginess, no grumbling—just immediately pulling you closer, hiding his face in your shoulder, whispering illegible words and making the most content noises known to man.

[spacenintendogs]

I love your wolf! I just need to- *scratches him under the chin*

thank you <3

[roseboysstuff]

tis' me again, the one and only anon who req the shiro fic 😎 anyways could u write another shiro x ftm reader making out passionately but shiro forgot to put protection bc hes sooooo into it.

Then timeskip to where reader gets preg and Shiro was SUPER DUPER guilty bc he didnt want to add more responsibility to reader bc yknow abt the galra and paladin war stuff... again, u can do this req anytime!! hava good day/night

(i should put a name for myself so i shall b named 🌹 anon!)

OOoooo me likey Shiro is so fun to write

Also I added a cut at the timeskip coz this got long hehe

CW // mentions of vomit, ftm pregnancy

You and Shiro spend many a nights like this. Liplocked, unable to let go of each other. He loved you, you loved him, and there was nothing anyone could do to tear you away from each other.

He loved touching you, everywhere. Your hips, your waist, your thighs. Everywhere that he could touch, he would touch. Mostly because he loved how you felt under his hands. Soft and yielding to his touch, and gods, the noises you made when he squeezed the sensitive parts of your body. How he could reach a hand up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you either further into him. Tangling his fingers gently in your hair to make sure you couldn't escape.

Not that you wanted to. It was your favourite thing. To just be sat on his lap while he made you feel so loved, so wanted, so his.

"Can I, baby boy? I want to... want to make love to you." he would ask, half-pleading, half-tender. And for you, saying no would be denying not only his desires, but yours. You wanted him so badly. So both of your pants were discarded, underwear thrown onto the floor as he lowered you to lie on your back on the couch. Seeing you under him, knowing you were all his, ready for him to make you feel so good. Yeah, it's too much for him.

He would line up his cock with your entrance, smirking at how wet you already were. He's a little smug, but he just loves knowing you want him just as badly as he wants you.

Neither of you remembered protection, but it didn't occur to your lust-addled brains to find a condom. He was focusing on how wet and tight you were, the exquisite clench of your boycunt on his cock, how easily he could just slide in and out, how beautifully you were taking him. And you, you were focusing on how he was stretching you out, the ridges and veins sliding against the walls of your cunt.

It was only when you felt his seed spilling into your deepest parts, that you remembered. But you didn't panic much. It was one time, and you weren't ovulating. No need to worry about getting pregnant... right?

Timeskip ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Well now, 4 weeks later, you were bent over a toilet, vomiting your guts up, painful acid and bile forcing it's way up from your stomach.

After emptying your stomach, you assumed you'd caught a bug. But that made no sense, you'd been in space with Shiro and everyone else for months, and no one else had caught anything. Then your gaze fell on the pregnancy tests in the cupboard.

There's no way. Surely.

A few minutes, some peeing on a stick, and a panic attack later, you were sat on the toilet lid, staring at the positive pregnancy test. Part of you was happy, as you had always known that Shiro would be the father of your kids if you had any. But would he be happy with this? Only one way to find out.

Ever the carer, he noticed the tension in your muscles as soon as you walked into his room. But he froze as he looked at what you were showing him. A pregnancy test. Positive.

A baby. His baby. You were pregnant with his baby.

"Oh... baby boy... I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. I should have remembered to wear a condom. You don't need this, you're busy and you're saving us all. You're so amazing, gosh... have I ruined your future?" His words came out all at once, and you had to hug him, to stop him from talking. Blaming him wasn't even on your mind.

"I'm not blaming you, Shiro. I thought you'd be mad at me. I'm more than happy to have and raise this baby... if you want that too?"

His smile was radiant after that, as he just scooped you up in his arms and kissed your face all over.

"Yes! Oh, my little prince, my handsome boy! We can raise this baby if you want, together. Our little family. I'm so glad, I've wanted a baby with you, so badly. I was willing to wait for as long as you needed, but to know you want this too... I'm overjoyed."

Hugs and kisses were given to each other that night, talking about baby names, how to tell the rest of your friends, the logistics of pregnancy and childbirth in space. But mostly, reassurances of love and care.

[lifesteal-headcanons]

Whenever I see a demon/angel au/headcanon with branzy and clown it’s always that clown is the demon and branzy is the angel, which I completely disagree with! I mean have you seen branzy that guy just cannot stop trapping people! and in my headcanon clown is from the aether dimension.

So here is my idea clown is a angel and branzy is a demon, both of them hide these parts of their identity, so when they met clown thought he was meeting another angel and on the other hand branzy thought he was meeting another demon.

Can you see my Vision?!

-🕷️🌹 anon

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[bleach-your-panties]

#3 of the six sexy word prompts with Amajiki, please?

Only because you said please- 🫢

Minors, go away. Only click 'keep reading' if you consent to reading some nasty, freaky shit.

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“Keep looking, Tama. Please baby, look at how pretty you look.”

You breathed hot puffs of air against Tamaki’s already sweaty neck. 

The shy hero whined against your neck, still absolutely refusing to look into the mirror situated right in front of your shared bed.

Tamaki couldn't bear to look lest he make a complete fool of himself and shoot off inside of you just at the image of you squatting over his dick.

“I can't…I can't, bunny, please…ahh!”

You grabbed a handful of his dark, indigo hair and jerked his head up. With the same hand, you laid a quick slap across his cheek before pressing your lips to it.

“I said to look, Tamaki.”

Shakily, deep midnight blue eyes  flickered up to the mirror and you could feel Tamaki’s dick pulsate inside of you.

“See how good you look filling me up, baby? I love you so much, Tamaki.”

With a soft moan, he sighed and brought his strong arms around your waist to get a better hold to bounce you up and down on him.

“Oh fuck, Tama, right there!” You gripped his left bicep but he tossed your arm off.

A surprised squeak escaped your lips, not expecting for Tamaki to suddenly  grab you behind the neck and manhandle you over the edge of the bed.

You heard some wet, squishy sounds before feeling several slimy, muscular appendages tighten around your waist and hoist you up onto your knees.

Cheeks lit aflame with embarrassment, you tried to hold your head down but four pale fingers and a thumb gripped your jaw.

“Now, now, that’s not fair, bunny…you said to look, remember?”

You did as your lover asked and brought your own e/c eyes to meet his in the mirror.

“Good girl. Now stay still while I wreck all of your little bratty holes…” 

A scream echoed around the room as Tamaki transformed both his fingers and tongue into multiple, slithering, maroon tendrils.

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[fonksfvcks]

id be like slightly scared of letting idia eat me out because of his teeth like what if he bites me i dont wanna bleed when it aint shark week 😨

ahem, if you dont mind im gonna shift from idia to vil because i also stan that queen

what do you think vil's sex is like and his aftercare (hes probably really good with aftercare)

-idia simp anon but my signoff is now gonna be 🌹

also! if yr wondin i use xe/them, im agender :)

LMAO, i think idia would be hyper aware of it and even more anxious than you about it. i'd let him devour my pussy >:)

as far as vil?

i know this man gives the best hugs after he's done wrecking you. you'll be a mess, drool, tears, makeup smeared, lips puffy and swollen from biting at them, and he'll just hug you while you cry on his shoulder, trying to come down, and you'll instantly begin to feel whole again.

vil is the type to break you until you're feeling like nothing, and he would happily piece you back together. you know kintsugi where they take broken pottery and repair it and accentuate the old broken pieces with gold? he's the type to do that to you but physically and emotionally.

vil is so sweet, and i imagine he needs the aftercare just as much as you do. DOMS AND TOPS NEED AFTERCARE TOO. everything he does for you, he does for himself too. seeing you smile and cuddle into him while he gently wipes your face with a cloth to clean you up makes his heart melt, and he finds himself healing from going so rough on you. you're reassuring him just as much as he is you.

he's the type of man to clean you extensively, to pamper you, and rub your body with expensive lotions and oils after a bath, massaging your sore muscles and making you feel better.

he'll ask if you need anything, and regardless of your answer, he insists on a snack and water for both of you.

overall, i love vil, and vil would love you hard. every bit of his affection for you is in his touches, and he makes that very clear. he'd have a talk with you beforehand about your favorite aftercare, and do anything it takes to make sure you get exactly what you need.

also, i'm sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long, i hope you still love me, hehe

[rinhaler]

toji fucking his step daughter because his wife won’t give him any attention and she’s the second best thing :3

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daddy toji my beloved :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, praise (good girl), biting, age gap, stepcest, cheating, daddy kink, creampie, bimbofication, virginity loss, fingering, masturbation.

words: 2k

Toji doesn’t know what to think, what to feel, whenever he sees you floating around the house. You’re confident, that he knows. Short skirts and tiny t-shirts are usually your go to attire, whether you’re at home or going out with your friends, you often dress scantily.

He tried scolding you about it, but you didn’t listen. And his wife, well, maybe if she supported him more he wouldn’t be thinking such oh so inappropriate things about his cute little step daughter.

“Where is she?” you ask, rudely, snapping Toji from his thoughts as you lean across the breakfast bar. He has to force himself to not look down your top, your cleavage on full display. Though his eyes do slip downward when he realises you aren’t even looking at him, too engrossed with your phone. “Said she’d give me money t’get my nails done.” you tell him, and he now knows you’re referring to your mother.

“She’s back to school shopping with Megumi.” he tells you, breaking his stare from your low cut crop top and looking into your eyes. Have you always been so skanky?

You’re a grown woman. He can’t believe you’re still leaching off of your mother. Nails can’t be that expensive. You should get a job and pay for them yourself. What makes you so special that you just get whatever you want just because you asked?

“Oh, well, you’ll have to gimme it.” you smile at him briefly before texting your friends again. You don’t even notice when he scoffs, shaking his head in disappointment.

What’s annoying him more is the fact that you’re reminding him so much of your fucking mother. Before she grew up, before they grew old, she was exactly like you. Vapid and gorgeous. She had him wrapped around her little finger back in the day, and he’s sure you are the same with every boy you come into contact with.

He feels his cock strain against his slacks as he thinks about all of hot and wild sex they used to have back then. Honestly, these days, he doesn’t remember the last time he got his dick wet. Now he’s just a miserable, pent up dad in a regular marriage. That’s life though, right? That’s just what happens as you get older.

Your wife loses interest and you develop a porn addiction.

“I’m not pay—”

You silence him as you pull your old school pink flip phone to your ear and hold up a finger in front of him, smiling when you hear your friends voice. “Yeah I’ll be there in thirty! Daddy’s givin’ me the money.” you beam at him, your shoulders bouncing as you talk excitedly.

Toji shakes his head again, reaching into his back pocket to grab his wallet.

He’s wrapped around your finger, like mother like fuckin’ daughter.

“I’m not fucking Satoru!” you tell your friend, rolling your eyes. Your step father freezes, for just a moment, before pulling out some money from his wallet. You look down at his hand and see the pitiful amount, taking his wallet from him and stealing a few extra bank notes while you rest your phone between your ear and shoulder. “Ugh. No one believes me! Do you? Whenever I tell anyone ‘m a virgin they think I’m lying.”

“Hang up the phone.” Toji tells you, but you barely hear him. You look at him for a split second before focusing on the call again.

“No, I didn’t! I sucked him off and that’s all I’ve done.” you huff. “Also my step dad is here so, like, stop talking about it.”

“Kid, hang up the fuckin’ phone.” he tells you, louder.

“Wait a sec,” you tell your friend, moving the phone away from your ear. “What?”

“Hang. Up.”

“Oh my God!” you moan, “I’ll meet you there, Toji wants to talk to me— yeah I’m probably getting in trouble because of you! Hahaaaa okay, byeeee~!” you smile, hanging up and giving your full attention to your step-father. He doesn’t speak, and neither do you. Not for a while, not until the silence makes you too uncomfortable to keep it going. “Is this ‘cuz of the money? You didn’t give me enough.”

“I— no, sweetheart.” he shakes his head. “Were you lyin’ to your friend, just now? About being a virgin?”

“Hm? No, why?”

Toji huffs out a breath, his cheeks filling with air as he thinks things through. He’s shocked, to say the least. He always thought you were putting out like a pro. He knows you’ve been on birth control for years. He’s had to drive you to get your injection a few times. He never thought about it much, just a regular dad chore when your mother wasn’t available.

But you’re a woman, now.

He’s surprised you haven’t been fucking since you were a teenager. But he’s even more surprised that you aren’t sexually active, now. He can’t help but wonder why. What’s stopping you? You dress like a slut, after all. Why aren’t you acting like one?

He reaches over and grabs his wallet and the money from your hand. You want to protest, but he walks by you too quickly for you to object. He hurries up the stairs and slams the door after himself.

“A— Am I grounded?!” you yell, hoping for a response.

Nothing.

You follow up the stairs, running up them as best you can in your high heels, and wait outside of his bedroom door. You knock a few times, and get no response. So you begin to pound on the door.

“Toji! You can’t ground me anymore!”

“You’re not grounded, come here.” he instructs. You open the door and walk into the room. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, belt unbuckled and zipper down. He must be changing into something comfier to wear around the house. “Sit.” he tells you, patting his hand on his lap.

You go to him, immediately, sitting sweetly on his thick thighs as he thinks about what to say.

“Didn’t realise you were such a good girl,” he tells you, kissing your shoulder softly. “You’re like a nice version of your mother.”

“Should divorce her if y’don’t like her, daddy.” you tell him, looking down at your imperfect nails. You giggle when you feel him bounce you on his leg.

“Maybe I should.” he tells you. “But I’ll be lonely.”

“You’ll have me ‘n Megumi!” you remind him. “Well, maybe not me as much, but, y’know.”

“Ah, sweetheart, don’t wanna lose you. Not now, not ever.” he kisses your shoulder again. “How come you’re a virgin, huh? Savin’ it?”

“Mhmm… wanna give it to someone special.” you tell him, looking his direction and batting your pretty, false eyelashes. “Everyone thinks ‘m a slut… but ‘m not! Promise! Makes me embarrassed that I haven’t done it yet, sometimes, though.”

His cock aches as he hears you talk. How dumb yet adorable you sound as you discuss your sex life, or lack there of. He isn’t even a little surprised that people don’t believe you, he wouldn’t have believed it himself if you hadn’t told him. He can see in your pathetically wet eyes, though, that you’re being truthful.

He is overwhelmed by the need to bare his soul to you. To tell you what he wants. What he needs and desires from you most right now. There’s no shame within him as he puts his hand down his pants and wraps his hand around his cock, pulling it free. He holds your body in place with his free hand, his arm possessing enough strength to keep you firmly in place.

You’re just like your mother.

If your mother wasn’t a cold, celibate bitch.

“Daddy wants to be your someone special, darlin’.” he informs you, words warbling as he pleasures himself behind your back.

You can hear it. You can hear the tacky sound of his cock being rubbed again and again. The way his breath and speech is slightly uneven. He sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder and you wince. It’s not too hard, but it was unexpected.

He’s surprised you don’t object when he splits your legs apart so that you’re straddling one of his thighs. His hand roams up your thigh and beneath your skirt, towards your clothed cunt. Though when he gets too close, your legs shut, quickly.

“You’re my daddy, you can’t touch me there!” you remind him. But he knows. He knows he’s your daddy and that’s exactly why you should let him. Admittedly, part of you wants him to. You want to feel someone make contact with your untouched core for the very first time.

Someone that isn’t you.

You’re sure Toji is very experienced. He’s so handsome, even now. You’ve seen pictures of him when he was your age over two decades ago. He’s beautiful, like a film star. You know he was fucking like it was going out of fashion.

Your mother has told you what a stallion he is in bed, you’re close like that. There’s no secrets or shame between you. And honestly, it did make you feel a little jealous. You felt like you were missing out on something. Sex, in general, and Toji.

But you never thought you’d be like this, with him.

“Baby, who’s gonna make you feel more special than your daddy, hah?” he asks. You feel your resolve weakening as he kisses your neck deliciously. You want to scream at him, to tell him where you want him to touch you.

He teases your body until your arching and squirming to follow his touch. And you practically cream around his thigh when he lifts up your top and tweaks your nipple. You’re weightless in his hold as he moves you around like you’re his little doll. He licks and laves over your pulse point while playing with your tits. His free hand moves your panties aside with a goal in mind. Two thick fingers slide effortlessly into your tight, virgin slot. The resistance is there but he ignores it. You ignore it.

And within minutes you’re having your first orgasm on account of another person. You aren’t sure why your mother has stopped having sex with Toji, you’d be begging him for it every chance you got if this brief encounter is anything to go by.

“Fuck me, daddy, please? Please—”

“Thought daddy’s can’t touch their little girls there?” he smirks, already helping you turn around to face him. He kisses you, sloppily, as he lines his thick cock up with your tight hole. “Sh, sh, shhh, baby… good girl, c’mon, take daddy’s cock. Jus’ like that.” he talks you through it as you sob. Little cunt stretching to accommodate his monstrous size.

“T-Too big! Daddy’s too big for me!” you tell him, though he silences you with another kiss.

Truth be told, he doesn’t particularly care if it hurts or not anymore. He doesn’t care if you can’t take him, because you will. He does all of the work for you, lifting you up and down like a toy while he thrusts up into you.

He almost cums from the sight of your eyes turning white and your tongue hanging out as he pummels into your sweet spot. He wonders if you’ll keep telling your friends you’re a virgin. It’ll be a fun little secret, for both of you, he thinks.

He finishes with a string of grunts, fucking his seed deep into you again and again until he’s got nothing left to give.

You feel so icky and sweaty as he starts to calm down from his release. He kisses you, sweetly, thanking you repeatedly. He needed this badly. It’s not even just sex anymore. He’s tired of feeling lonely and he’s tired of being neglected.

You’re not your mother though, are you?

You won’t make him feel like that.

“Don’t tell her, sweetheart.” he tells you, brushing your hair from your face and kissing your cheek. He grabs your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you to look at him as he speaks. “This stays between you ‘n me, alright?”

“Mhmm!” you nod, leaning forward eagerly to kiss his lips. “Always wanted you to be my special person…” you confess.

“Yeah?” he smiles at that, you really are sweet when you want to be.

“Wanna do it again, daddy. Can we?”

“Of course,” he nods, “I’m addicted to this little pussy, now.”

© 2023 rinhaler

[ilysungho]

hii this is a simple ask,, but I have some thoughts about wanting to be on leehan's lap 24/7. the way he manspreads got me?!??!?! imagine riding him,, those thighs 🫠🫠

I've never sent an ask but I've been following you for a long time, if you want, can I be 🌹 anon? thank you💕

hi love! of course, welcome to the family nonnie <3 thank you so much for supporting me ahhhh 🥹 i’ve had a lot of thoughts about this previously so i’ll write down a couple things since i’ve never talked about them before 🤭

leehan would manspread a little extra when you’re there, even around the members. he’d pat on his lap for you to come and sit on, his piercing gaze not leaving you until you do so. and while with his members, his hand would go around your waist as you’re on top of him, chin on your shoulder. but as soon as you’re both alone, he’d have you facing him as his lips attack your own while his hands go under your shirt. his fingers would trace your skin so softly as opposed to the kisses, making you feel butterflies. his thigh would push against your core, knowing that that’s just what you need to get started. and after, he’d just watch and feel as you grind on him, the clothes making it harder yet that being a reason for you to be so much needier. as time passes and you get bare from feeling hot, he’d position his fingers a certain way while telling you to use them too. he barely moves as you ride them, smirking while sitting back to watch you use him. your arms would be wrapped around his shoulders and his free hand on your waist, or maybe even playing with your nipples. and as you ride out, he’d take over to help you finish by fingering you as his thumb circles your clit.

[emilyscastlevania]

Stain glass window 🥀

[liquidsmooth]

zerobaseone crush hcs

pairings: ot9 x gn!reader (separately)

requested: yes! (thank u!!)

request details: “hii! how do you think zerobaseone members would act when they have a crush?”

warnings: matthew rizz 🙁 loser hanbin and gyuvin agenda, lmk if any are missed!

a/n: this was actually so cute😣 i read the request and started giggling and kicking my feet..also sorry for taking so long to do this request i have actually been so busy 😞

Kim Jiwoong

- hes the oldest so i think he would be a lot more chill w it

- maybe want to spend time w u

Zhang Hao

- shy shy shy

- i dont think he would attempt anything

- admires from afar

- might reel u in with violin LOL

Sung Hanbin

- absolutely a loser

- prob doesn’t realize he’s flirting but he does

- cute smile and hand on shoulder

- laughs at anything u say, so silly

Seok Matthew

- tries to rizz u up😭😭

- so silly

- does his rizz tactics

- #imnotputtingdownthephone

Kim Taerae

- swoons u with his voice ✋🏻🎤😄🤚🏻

- i feel like he might struggle a bit w his feelings towards u

- possibly watchful (he’s judging u..)

Shen Ricky

- so thoughtful

- i feel like he’d buy things for u but not tell u its him

- secret admirer🤔

Kim Gyuvin

- loser #2 (i live for loser gyuvin)

- would say stupid shit to make u laugh

- silliest person around #2

Park Gunwook

- flirts but get shy when you flirt back

- bro literally talks to everyone so i think he would talk to u too

- cute smiles when talking to u 😞🩷

Han Yujin

- i think yujin would try and be like nonchalant about his crush but it would end up backfiring on him😭

- would get smiley and blushy anytime y’all talk

- maybe a bit shy lowk🤔

[spacenintendogs]

Wolf should be the official winner on the Nintendo Babygirl contest.

winner winner chicken dinner!!!!!!!

[bl00dn0t3-x3]

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this will continue to be updated :)

dev blog: @allucardsprince

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𐕣 name: Cody, but you can also call me Logan or any other name in my pronouns.page <3

♇ pronouns: he/him +neos (found also in my pronouns.page)

𐕣 age: 17

♇ gender: complicated and unclear so i just say i'm a dude lol

𐕣 orientation: GAY and aroacespec :3

♇ disorders:  i have AuDHD and anxiety! other little ones (not disorders, they’re like unfortunate add-ons) are low self esteem and depressive tendencies :P also imposter syndrome. i have a few yandere tendencies but mostly just towards my f/o so idk if it rly counts tbh

𐕣 fun facts: my special interests are my OCs (character creation/design and storytelling) and the riordanverse :3 i’m a child of hades, legacy of nemesis. i’m just another wannabe prince, grim reaper, magical boy and doll 🤭 i'm half white and half black :P

♇ claimed anons: 🌹anon, 🩷🪽anon (@codysangel), 🪶💫anon, 🫧🌸anon

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𐕣 favorite color: blue, yellow and red

♇ favorite bands: set it off, point north and pierce the veil! i also love stray kids and utsu-p :) on a similar note, my fav vocaloid is luka <3 teto is my fav utau

𐕣 favorite songs: social suicide (point north), artificial suicide (bad omens), mad (tx2 and ice nine kills)

♇ favorite anime: jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, RWBY, sword art online, the asterisk war, dandadan

𐕣 favorite book: the entirety PJO and HoO series...

♇ favorite game: i have the most hours on SAO: fatal bullet, RWBY: grimm eclipse and hades (in that order). i also rly like arcaea and phigros (rhythm games)

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𐕣 byi: i reblog/interact with some pretty triggering stuff, sometimes i talk abt sh and ig kinky-ish stuff? (ex. 'i want satoru gojo to choke me’ and shit along those lines :P) also i have sadistic and masochistic tendencies from time to time

♇ dni: general dni criteria (homophobic, transphobic, racist etc.), anti-xenogenders/anti-neopronouns, proshippers (srsly stay tf away from me), 27+ (26 and below is fine idrc who interacts with me most of the time), anti-recovery, pro-forced recovery (you might even disgust me more than anti, but that might just be cuz i was forced into recovery), ppl that encourage ppl to (start) sh/ed/etc, z00s (they're gross, have a problem and need therapy more than any of my non-z00 mentally ill friends. if you're a z00, get help.), transID (gods, those ppl disgust me bigtime), p3do/"map" (i am a minor and so is like 99% of my moots so stay away from me)

𐕣 pls interact: jirai (especially jirai boys, there's so few of us 😞), sh, obslove

♇ boundaries: sexual jokes about/towards me are a NO, otherwise creepy messages are fine, DMing me without asking is fine, spamming asks is fine as long as you're actually saying something, spam-liking is fine, stalking and general obsession is encouraged.

this blog is safe for most people!!!

(cluster a/b/c, furries, therians, age-regressors etc)

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[ohheyitsjustjinx]

Hey there, I'm Jinx. I'm 32 and a fox sub-leaning switch. Preferred pronouns are they/them. This blog is largely for fantasies and the content I post and reblog does not necessarily reflect real life desires.

Gifts here 👆

Tips here 👆

Everyone of any and no gender is welcome here.

Add unnecessary comments to my posts and I will block you if we're not mutuals, keep it in the tags.

Fully-informed and freely-given consent is essential. This blog is 18+ only, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. Spam likers will be given soft blankets and forehead kisses but don't add unnecessary shit to my posts.

Anons are on so this is my consent to send me questions, thoughts, facts, fantasies, degrading and humiliating asks, maybe tasks, pet pics...

Blank/ageless blogs will be blocked on sight if you follow me.

Nonbinary. INFP-T. Chaotic Good.

Single, not really looking, and just here to have fun and make friends with both subs and Dom/ mes.

Anons that are taken: 🌹😸🕸🐯🔪🦄🍒🥐🦊🤭🐝🐼

Kinks I'm into in no particular order: somno, bondage, degradation, humiliation, praise, objectification, body writing, dumbification, light impact play, facesitting, freeuse, breathplay, gags, orgasm control, gentle femdom, light pet play (like a collar and leash = HOT) and some others I can't think of right now.

Kinks I'm not into: blackmail, scat, blood/injury, vomit, animals, ageplay, incest play, race play, needles, extreme pain, anal (receiving).

If it's not listed as something I'm not into... I might be...

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