#Will there be smut? Perhaps

[fortunatefires]

[lilacxquartz]

love you, love you, love you;

mr. crawling x reader

plot: some things are best expressed without the need of words — themes: spooning/cuddling, smut, maybe yan vibes — w.c: 1.1k

a/n: my first homicipher related fic. i want to try one for mr. silvair & mr. gap next, bc they were also my favs. this game has been taking over my life so much lately. like it’s been in my dreams, haaah.

masterlist • ao3

Mr. Crawling was always loud when he was excited within your company; his laughter filled out the vast empty spaces that were otherwise unadorned with familiarity. Whatever you once sought from those winding corridors was ever-fleeting, temporary, leaving you stuck within the confines of his company.

Yet, when he felt what you could only interpret as affection—that’s when Mr. Crawling then became different—quiet, soothing, kind but also… curious.

And when you would usually sleep, he would stand watch, knelt over the floor as per his usual stance but sometimes crouched near you, sometimes leaning back against the wall with his legs pressed up against his chest. He would watch you as his life depended on it, unwavering in focus and with eerie intensity. He would watch as your chest rose and fell, leaning close on occasion to catch the sweep of your breath and sometimes, he would trace the pad of his milky fingertips in long, languid strokes against your face. Always so delicate, so tender, but for the most part, quiet and even shy.

Having once caught a glimpse of Mr. Gap in your blanket space, however, set something territorial off for Mr. Crawling and he was never able to recover from such an invasion. The very idea that someone else was able to infiltrate what he deemed to be your space—especially someone who he disapproved of—wasn’t something he could stand for. Especially with the sort of trickster Mr. Gap was, he couldn’t bear to see you get hurt. It would kill him on the inside (and on the outside, too).

So, just as you were getting into bed to rest up once more, he too, slipped in under the covers with you. At first, you were startled as usual, turning to face him with confusion evident in your eyes, murmuring out some words in a language that he still could not understand. He repeated something back, the meaning lost and indecipherable upon your ears, though soon surrendering to emphasis using gestures instead. A hug to bring you closer, a reassuring pat on your head and a small, longing kiss over your nose.

You listened to his words again, repeating over and over like a broken record.

Perhaps he meant no harm, after all.

You turned your back to him and settled into his chest, finding that he was surprisingly warm for what he was. His taller frame encased your body, wrapping his ashen arms around your waist—accidentally brushing the fabric that sat over your breast—nicking the cloth ever so slightly. Your breath hitched in surprise and as though in sheepish realisation, he withdrew right away, terrified that you were upset with him.

You drew out a long breath, reminding yourself again, that after everything that has happened thus far…

That, Mr. Crawling does not want to hurt you.

That Mr. Crawling has only ever helped you.

So perhaps, right now, Mr. Crawling only wanted to be closer to you.

You relaxed your breathing, settling into his comforting shadow once more and allowed for his presence to envelop you. He repeated the soothing motions of his grappling arm, although he held onto you softer that time. His hands explored your body with a delicate touch, as though afraid of breaking you—of upsetting you again—his motions growing confident the longer that you didn’t protest. It wasn’t long before he, otherwise not disturbed by your lacking, conscious awareness, decided to explore further with you. Mr. Crawling’s fingers didn’t ask for permission that time, creeping beneath the clinging fabric, feeling your skin against his palms, inviting a pleased, almost delighted smile to curl on his lips.

The silence remained unbroken as Mr. Crawling continued his explorative focus on you; the quickly-building evidence of his need growing harder the longer he pushed himself behind your body, the repeated touches arousing something warmer within him. To both his surprise as well as your own—you were not repulsed, allowing him to creep even lower, below the skirt of the dress and up, brushing his hand up to your exposed skin and, reading into it—you communicated your consent from the moment you parted your legs, allowing him to get even closer.

Confidence surged in Mr. Crawling as he pushed himself into your hilt, allowing his hardened length to slip inside. Betraying the stagnant silence, he shuddered out a ragged gasp before giving into his own rising need; grinding himself into your sopping sex with steadily increasing fervour. His fingers clamped around the curve of your hips as he held you in place, slamming every last inch of himself deep into your core.

Ever touch-starved yet wanting nothing more than to surrender to the sensation of you, Mr. Crawling continued to drive his cock into your needy cunt, soon wrapping his winding arms around your body and holding on tight. He bucked intensely as you soon succumbed to breathless whimpers, incoherently begging for his name. Equally desperate whines rolled off the slip of his tongue as he found his lips pressed into the crook of your neck, dampening your skin with sloppy wet kisses—as many as he could give.

It felt overwhelming for you in a way to be worshipped like this but you did your best to keep up with such intensity, especially as the warm, tingling pleasure built up inside of you, too. You held on just as tight as he did, your hand seeking out his own—fingers weaving into his bony digits—interlocking and squeezing tight the closer you got, your grip and otherwise clenching need tightening simultaneously. To feel him losing himself inside of you was dare you admit, addicting, feeling him completely fill and stretch you out leaving you almost dizzied from the impaling force.

Mr. Crawling, like you, soon surrendered to the rolling bliss from the flick of his hips, feeling a surging warmth mount and rise, encouraging him to lose himself to the searing heat of the moment and you. Encircling your body in a possessive hug, he suddenly began to mutter out a new word in a strained mantra, again and again.

Given how desperate he seemed to be, you understood the meaning as ‘close’, especially as his actions grew more strained and less controlled.

“Close, close, close,” he repeated.

It didn’t take his chased release to catch up as his hips grew to a stutter, rutting out one final pump before melting into you. Mr. Crawling cried into your neck, spilling out the entirety of his overflowing love, feeling the pent-up devotion trickle down your thighs—yet not letting you move away—still retaining his claim on you.

Instead, he kept you even closer than before, not allowing you to part from him ever again (despite understanding your yearning for rest).

Words were never the problem, it seemed.

Mr. Crawling would have always found a way to… connect with you.

[kurooh]

I LOVE UR WORKK

ANYWAYS MY REQUEST IS

how mha guys are in bed when they're mad or jealous 😋 (please include shinso im begging 🙏)

-💕

JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY!

☆ includes: midoriya izuku, bakugō katsuki, todoroki shōto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo.

☆ warnings: 18+ content, fem! reader, rough sex, mild degradation.

☆ notes: TY FOR THIS REQUEST NONNIE <33 jealousy is such a turn on!!

— IZUKU gets particularly energetic whenever he sees someone getting a little close to you or being flirty. he nicely pulls you away from the person and glares at them, but then he’s all jittery with pent up irritation and energy. he uses your pussy as an outlet, as soon as possible.

“feels so tight,” izuku whines into your neck as he ruts his hips against you, his cock head pounding into your gspot fervently. “i-i’m gonna fill you up—ugh, fuck!—and you’re gonna walk around and keep it inside you.” you bite your lip hard, head falling back against the wall of his agency’s staff room. you’re standing on one leg, pressed against the wall, one leg hiked up and being held by izuku. “i promise i will, zuku, just cum inside me, please!” the door is halfway open and his hand clamps over your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet so you’re not discovered in such a compromising position. sweat runs down his forehead, and he grips you harder, determined to send you to your meeting late and dripping with his cum.

— KATSUKI is explosive, of course. the moment he sees someone getting friendly with you, he’s quick to snap at them and kiss you hard, then fuck you later. he asks for sexual affirmations while he’s railing you so hard you can barely breathe.

“you like it when i bend you over like this, huh baby?” a hard spank to your ass makes you whine loudly, your pussy clenching on katsuki’s thick cock. “i love it, katsuki!” your head hangs down weakly, and you look between your legs to watch yourself get fucked. a mixture of your slick, his spit, and his cum from early drip down from your hole, and his balls smack against your clit while his cock pistons in and out of you mercilessly. “how’s it feel, takin’ my cock like this?” dazed from the pleasure, you don’t answer as quickly as he expects you to, and his hips stop instantly. “no!” you exclaim desperately, starting to babble thoughtlessly. “it feels better than anything, katsuki.. please don’t stop fucking me, i need you so bad.” “go ahead and beg some more for me,” he laughs a little, his balls clenching at your words.

— SHŌTO is a little passive, talking neutrally to the person who’s getting too close. the second you’re both out of sight of others, he kisses you hard and makes out with you. while fingering and teasing you, he sucks dark hickeys into your skin.

“sho, don’t think about that disrespectful asshole, i—” strong arms pull you close, right into his chest, and sweet lips shut you up before you can say any more. letting yourself savor his touch, your eyes close, and shōto’s tongue slips between your lips with practiced ease; his kisses are controlled yet wanting. you whine shakily when his hand slips into your pants and into your underwear, his fingers brushing at your already sticky slit. shōto transitions, his lips moving to your neck eagerly, and he begins to suck at the supple skin. “oh, that feels good,” you whisper when two of his fingers press inside of you, another massaging your clit. “i wish i was inside of you.” he bites down on your skin particularly hard and you squirm. “later,” you say, palming his cock through his pants and pressing closer to him. “for now, mark me up.”

— EIJIROU is friendly when he pulls you close, kissing you in front of the person who’s making him fight a war internally with jealousy. but he’s actually angry, wondering how they hadn’t seen you together before they started getting flirty with you. so, he makes you suck his cock to help him get over it.

“can i suck it, ei?” you feel yourself salivating at the sight of him gripping his hard cock through his pants, the outline sending heat through every inch of your body. “hmm, okay,” he shrugs, slowly sliding his pants and boxers down his thighs. his tip is messy with precum, and despite his nonchalance he’s desperate for your mouth. wanting to tease him, you wrap your lips around him and very slowly take his length into your mouth. but eijirou’s hand pressed against the back of your head gently before he slams you all the way down. immediately, tears well in your eyes and you choke, your throat tightening. his crimson eyes roll right into the back of his head, and he twists his fingers in your hair, yanking you up and down on his cock. “let me use your pretty mouth, baby. this is what it’s for, isn’t it?” he groans when you tearfully look up at him, nodding. “fuck, take it deeper.”

— hitoshi is clearly unhappy when you return to him after purposely engaging with someone flirty, in hopes of him seeing you. he becomes uncharacteristically rough with you when you’re in bed together, and reminds you not to act like that again (but now you want to even more cause you love the way he treats you).

“i bet you talked with him like that on purpose, just so i could fuck you like a slut.” he spits, his hips pounding into yours, pace quickening by the second. one of hitoshi’s large hands slowly wraps around your throat, and he squeezes lightly, then harder when your eyes roll back. “i-i did, toshi! don’t stop, please!” he groans, his head tipping back, and his free hand pushes your knees into your chest harder. you’re folded into a mating press and tears well in your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming. you gasp, “i’m so close! hitoshi, you’re gonna make me—” and his free hand slips between your pelvis and his, and his fingers start to rub at your swollen clit. you grab his hand that’s resting on your throat and look at him with such desperation that he squeezes your throat hard, drawing gasping moans from your lips. hitoshi’s cock throbs when your pussy tightens, and his fingers fall away from your clit, and he slaps it instead. “no, you don’t get to cum until i do.”

— KEIGO swoops in, says “she’s mine, dude” and literally picks you up and flies off. overall, he’s pretty laid back and doesn’t get jealous, but when he does, he fucks you in hearing/seeing distance of the guy. for example, on a rooftop, in a nearby alley, etc.

“fuck you, dabi!” keigo shouts from the rooftop overlooking the man, his wings spread out and buffeting strongly. then he wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you against him and into a kiss. “kei,” you murmur against his lips, “i’m already ready, jus’ want you inside.” he almost cums right then and there, and before you know it, he’s yanking his clothes off and tugging down your shorts. your panties are pushed to the side hastily, and he’s quick to push inside you, but even faster to start fucking you. “be loud for me, baby,” keigo bends you right over, so you’re looking out at the city’s skyline and over all the roads. you’re shaking already as you mewl in pleasure, arms trembling as you try to hold yourself up. “keigo!” you moan, wanting to scream at how deep he’s fucking you. “good girl,” he whispers, “let the whole city know i’m making you feel this good.”

[ghostsgrl666]

roommate!ghost who doesn't say much, but he does all of the housework and always seems to know when you've had a bad day because suddenly you hear a knock on the front door and the loud rustling of a takeout bag before he's slowly pushing your half closed bedroom door open, slipping in to silently offer you your favorite food. You don't know what he does for work or where exactly he's from but he's always there when you get home from a bad date, or a good one for that matter. And everytime you go to the bathroom or grab something from the kitchen, the moment you come back the guy is stuttering together a string of excuses as he practically scrambles out of your apartment.

You drop down onto the couch, holding back tears and asking ghost why guys don't like you. He rubs your back with his wide palm and draws circles on the inside of your knee with his thumb, wordlessly comforting you. It's innocent, you tell yourself, he's just a touchy guy. That's why he always lets his hand graze your waist as he shifts past you in the hallway, always lets his fingers linger two seconds too long every time you hand him something. You lose confidence in that conviction, though, when you end up in his lap as the tv screen darkens with the end credits of the movie he had been watching (really counting down the seconds until you got home from your date). His big arms are wrapped around you and your head is buried in his neck, tears eventually turned to a steady warm synchronization of your breaths together. As you shift your weight, hips dragging up his leg, you suddenly feel him between your legs. His whole body tenses as the warmth of you presses on his hard cock over his sweatpants. You roll your hips again, this time pressing harder against him and he all but fucking moans, a low broken sound escaping his throat. His hands come to your waist and squeeze as you do it again and again and again, not stopping until he whispers the dirtiest things you've ever heard in your life against your skin while you come for him. Not stopping until his mask is somewhere on the floor, his lips finally opening up to you in all the ways he has just been waiting to show you.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere! Elf mage x AFAB! Reader (nsfw)

Content: magic is used to connect your pussy to a pocket pussy.

Reol is the top of his class, the president of the student council, and a magic prodigy with talent that no one has ever seen before. Maybe that's why he's a little detached to most people, preferring to bury his nose in books.

The only person that's been able to break through his shell is you. You're the vice-president of the Solstice Magic Academy, the right-hand helper of the more quiet Reol. He was cordial but frosty when he had first met you, seemingly preferring to keep a distance. Regardless of his demeanor, he's quite competent, so you weren't too pressed.  

You honestly didn't think you could get close to him, but you offered him some snacks one day, and since then, he's been a lot more clingy. The way to someone's heart really is  through their stomach.

Now that you two are… friends, you suppose, you realize that Reol is only quiet about things he doesn't care about. He's always chattering about magic to you. Another thing you realize is that he really is smart. He's practically solved all the magical mysteries of the universe. You wonder how a genius like him would use his brain. You're sure it's for something amazing.

And Reol does use his brain for something amazing. He’s probably the only person who can even think up and use a spell like this – it requires quite a good grasp of spatial magic (one of the hardest magics), after all. So, what exactly is his amazing spell? Well… it's connecting your pussy to his pocket pussy.

All he needed was your DNA (which he had gotten quite easily since he has a rather large collection of your things) and he was good to go.

He activates the spell after finals are over, enchanting his pocket pussy to be connected to yours. He watches as his toy shifts and changes until it's the perfect replica of your lower body. His breath is shaky in his throat as he stares, red-faced, at your pretty body. Oh, if only he could see you in person… but this would be good enough for now. He always liked studying before the exam, after all.

Tentatively, he trails his fingers over the pocket pussy's – your – lower belly, making you flinch a little at the feather light touch. You blink, confused at the sudden sensation, before going back to reading. There's no one else with you in the room, after all. You must have imagined it.

Slowly, Reol continues his exploration. His index finger lightly presses the pocket pussy's clit, making you jolt in surprise. Reol continues to flick and rub your clit, eyes gleaming curiously, as your thighs squeeze together, your hands clutching your desk. Confusion flickers in your eyes as arousal begins to pool in your belly, making you slide down your lower garments, only to see nothing there. Amidst your confusion, a loud moan is dragged from your throat as Reol leans in, his hot tongue flicking your clit as his fingers begin to roam further down, circling your entrance.

He engulfs your clit into his mouth, sucking it eagerly as his fingers prod your hole, before a finger slowly eases itself inside you. You're already so wet that your pussy sucks his finger in eagerly, making him groan. You can’t help but gasp as your thighs clench, your knuckles white from grabbing onto your desk.

Reol imagines how you must sound as he continues to finger you, teasing your clit with his teeth and tongue. Arousal continues to bloom in your belly, your pussy feeling full from absolutely nothing. You can feel something wet on your clit, your pussy beginning to stretch around something, but you can't tell what's going on. All you can do is moan as another finger eases inside of you, spreading you open even wider.

As the sensations become more and more overwhelming, you can't help but your mind from blanking out as you cum, soaking Reol's fingers.

As your tight cunt clenches around his fingers, Reol can feel his cock straining against his pants. He continues to tease you through your orgasm, making you tremble desperately.

Reol only pulls away when your orgasm seems to subside. He looks at his fingers, before licking your cum off, groaning at the taste. You taste delicious, lighting him up with desire. Unable to wait any longer, he pulls down his precum stained pants and boxers, letting them pool around his feet. This gives you enough time to recover from your orgasm, peering down curiously. You swear you felt something, but – but nothing is there. And it can't be a ghost or anything of that sort, surely, since there are warding spells set up all around campus.

You're not given much time to ponder further as something begins to rub between your pussy lips. You groan as Reol's cockhead rubs against your clit as he continues to slide his cock between your folds, gathering your arousal on his cock. 

Once satisfied, Reol pushes his cockhead against your pussy, making you gasp as you're slowly fucked open. You groan as something thick fills you, before pulling out, before thrusting in again, desperate for your warmth.

Reol can't help the moans and gasps he lets out as your heat envelops him. You’re so warm and tight that he can't stop moving his hips. He fucks into the pocket pussy, desperately imagining how cute you must sound right now. The thought makes his hips piston into you faster, his cock hitting all the right places.

You aimlessly feel below you, unable to feel anything despite how your pussy stretches around something thick. You can only moan as Reol fucks into you harder, desperate for his release.

“S–so, so good,” he whines, feeling your pussy tighten around him. His fingers clumsily go to rub your clit as he feels himself nearing his orgasm. Imagining you, all flushed and depraved from his touch, sends him over the edge as he buries himself inside the pocket pussy, filling it with his cum.

The feeling of his finger on your clit as he cums in you is enough to send you over the edge. Your pussy seemingly clamps around nothing, but Reol feels it, his pocket pussy perfectly replicating your movements.

He groans, breathing heavy, before he slips out of you, leaving you feeling empty. Reol watches as his cum slowly seeps out of the pocket pussy. Imagining his cum in you makes his cock twitch.

Meanwhile, you can’t find any traces of cock or cum in you, despite cumming twice. It's a complete mystery to you, making your eyebrows furrow with confusion. You can’t help but wonder, but no answers are coming to you, so you opt to take a shower to clear your mind. With shaky legs, you stand up, though you don't get very far as something prods you again. With a low moan, you fall back into your chair, your pussy stretching wide open once more.

Fuck. You really need answers. But who could possibly know what's going on?

As you're brought to another orgasm, one person comes to mind: 

Reol.

Your breathing is rough as you come down from your high. 

Yeah. He’s the only one smart enough to help you.

[shuafiles]

MDNI, 18+

CONTENT | jaemin has a big crush on reader, oral (m receiving), in a closet ? not proofread

nerd!jaemin couldn’t believe it when you, the hottest girl in university–his long-time crush, were currently choking on his cock in a random closet. he didn’t think there was even a chance that you knew him, yet here you were, tears brimming your eyes as he fucked your throat.

you were about to skip class because your asshole of an ex-boyfriend decided to break up with you through a lousy text this morning. walking through the crowded halls with tears streaming down your face, you tried to steady your breathing, wiping your face with the back of your hand, when you suddenly collided with jaemin. who better to bump into than someone you knew you could easily get with?

“s-sorry, y/n.” jaemin muttered, fixing his glasses that had slipped down his nose before fixating his gaze on you. your cheeks puffy and eyes red from sobbing. concern was written all over his face.

worried that he was pitying you for crying, you hastily wiped your tears. “i’m fine.” you shook your head, “jaemin, right?”

jaemin’s heart fluttered from the sound of his name escaping your lips. he hadn’t expected you to remember him, you only had a few classes together, and you barely even glanced in his direction. but here you were, standing before him, and you remembered him.

“yeah, we have lit together.”

“i know you.” before you could think of what to say to him, words escaped from your mouth before you could even comprehend them, “do you want to get out of here?” you blurted out, feeling shy, but you needed the distraction, and he was perfect.

“w-what?” jaemin’s eyes widened.

“please?” you pleaded, your bottom lip pushing out, and he cursed himself for being attracted to you because moments later, you were dragging him across the hall with your hand in his.

one thing led to another, you ended up pulling him into a random closet with your lips attached to his.

“wait, y-y/n” jaemin mumbled, pulling away from your lips. breath shaky as he stared down at you, the barely lit closet was not helping.

“jaemin, please, i need you.” your hands reached for the button of his pants, playing with it before leaning closer to him. his back hitting the door, heart pacing when he felt your breath fanning on him, sending shivers down his spine. you were so close, too close, and he couldn’t think rationally.  “do you not want me?”

of course, he wanted you–he wanted you so much it was driving him insane. the sleepless nights he spent with his hand down his pants with the thought of you accompanying him. now, here you were, begging for him. it wasn’t just that you wanted him—you needed him. how could he say no to that?

“i-i do,” jaemin stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “i really do.” 

“then kiss me.” that was all he needed before he connected his lips to yours. his hands instinctively finding your waist, gripping it gently, tugging your body close to him. his tongue swiping along your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth, exploring every corner.

you smiled softly against his lips, hands moving with purpose as you undid the button of his pants. once you were done, you pulled away from him. your lips trailed down his neck, jaemin let out a soft groan, his hands sliding up your sides, feeling the heat of your body through your clothes.

you kneeled in front of him, hooking your fingers on the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down to his ankles and freeing his erection from the restraints. you looked up at him through your lashes, but he was already intently staring at you, his lip between his teeth as he watched you.

“word gets around, you know.” you hummed, wrapping your fingers around his length, to which he hissed once he felt your cold fingers on his skin. “heard there was this one nerd who had a crush on me.” he pushed his head back once you licked the tip of his cock. “didn’t know he’d be so down to let me suck his cock in a tight closet.” you pushed his tip into your mouth, stroking the rest of his cock as you sucked on the head.

“shit.” jaemin groaned, shutting his eyes, too embarrassed by your confession. he was putty against your touch. granted, he doesn’t really have anyone to suck his dick, he was too afraid he’d cum immediately if he looked at you. you sank further down his cock until his tip hit the back of your throat. his hands curled into fists as he restrained himself from touching you.

you saw his struggle, so you pulled away from his length, a string of saliva forming from your lips to him. “hey,” you called out, making him look down at you, which he regretted immediately. your eyes were still bloodshot from your previous sobbing, but he imagined it was because of his cock in your mouth, which made it twitch. he swore he could cum just by looking at you next to his cock. “you can touch me, jaemin.”

“o-okay.” jaemin whispered, placing one of his hands on your cheek, caressing the skin softly.

you smiled at him before returning your attention to his cock. you took him in your mouth again, feeling his hand creep up to collect your hair and form a makeshift ponytail. his breath unsteady as you bobbed your head on his cock. his grip on your hair tightened as he guided you down on his length. tears brimming your eyes as you gagged, looking up at him, but he was already looking at you.

jaemin let out soft groans as you deepthroated him, cheeks hollowing as you sucked him. your hands gripping the hem of his shirt.

“fuck, just like that.” you hummed against his cock, the vibrations making him spiral. “want to cum in your mouth, pretty girl.”

your hands slipped to his thighs, rubbing the skin with your thumbs. his cock twitching in your mouth as you fastened your pace. sucking on his length while your tongue glides on the underside of the head of his cock.

jaemin’s breath hitched once he felt his climax come to a close. with a final thrust in your mouth, you felt his cum shoot down your throat. you pulled away from his cock, swallowing every last drop of his cum. you stood up in front of him, his cheeks heating up at the sight of you fresh from giving him head.

he opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated. his gaze flickered down to your lips, then back to your eyes, searching for any sign of regret, uncertainty, anything that might tell him how you felt.

instead, you leaned forward and pecked his lips. but his arms wrapped around your waist to pull your body close. he pressed his lips to yours passionately as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

giggling, you pulled away once you felt his bare skin brush against your thigh. “your cock’s out.”

jaemin’s eyes widened before reaching down and pulling his boxer and pants up his legs.

“we should probably get out of here before someone comes in here.” you ran your fingers through your hair in an attempt to fix it, and you saw his shoulders drop from disappointment. you faced him and cupped his cheeks before kissing him softly. “i’ll see you next time, okay?”

and with that, jaemin watched as you quietly left the closet, leaving him wondering when the next time would be.

[konigsblog]

Revenge sex!! Popular!reader filming herself with nerd!konig who thinks that she has feelings for him!!

nerd-könig doesn't realise that you're simply just taunting him for your own enjoyment and gratification.

you had been dared by a couple of your closest friends to get with the big, large loner in the corner to see what he's got between his thighs, and you almost felt guilty if it wasn't for the curiosity burning inside of you. it wasn't a surprise that könig was so large and girthy. i mean, you could tell just by looking at him, that deep down he was nothing but a pathetic, perverted loser. könig fixes the rectangular glasses sitting crookedly on his face, his breath reeking of booze and the scent of marijuana sticking to his fair, flushed skin.

könig doesn't deny that he's a virgin. you take full control by pinning him down to straddle his broad waist, attempting to bounce on his achingly large cock with the stretch burning inside of you. his breathing is ridiculously heavy and his eyelids are heavy with exhaustion and delirium, thrilled that a woman has finally shown interest in him, or so he thinks. könig is tired of jerking himself off and getting off to porn magazines and videos all alone in his bedroom. he needs a woman to tend to his sexual needs and desires.

könig is almost a little too eager to lose his virginity, especially to a gorgeous girl like you. it's laughable and humiliating for the poor creep, who can't keep his grimey, dirty hands off of you. you push his large hands down to his side, recording yourself as you ride him and take nearly every inch of his slick and swollen dick. könig pathetically begins to thank you for being so generous, for allowing him to feel a pussy for the first time. it wouldn't be unbelievable if könig never lost his virginity.

he's too open with you, sharing all of his filthiest, darkest secrets with you, oblivious to your untrustworthiness and the fact that you plan to leak these videos and recordings.

[andersonfilms]

sub!ellie on top but she’s so awkward about it, she’s definitely giggling and saying lame jokes as she sits herself on your cock which feels unimaginably heavenly but she can’t quite manage the pace well enough so you have to step in for her. your hands grip her slender waist, guiding her into the right rhythm, the dildo bottoming out deliciously until she’s softly thanking you for it as she starts bouncing on your cock while she recites your name like an oath

[an-established-butt-dent]

I will never tire of the way he looks at his Vhenan in that last scene.

Solas being an absolute mess of a man, blight stained lips and post battle sweat on his brow and yet he has never been hotter.

We need to collectively thank Bioware for their service.

[beetlethebug]

consider,,,a lucanis who is in love with emmrich, a spite who is in love with rook, a rook in love with emmrich, and emmrich who is in love with all three but wants lucanis, spite, and rook to get together because he feels he is not the type of man any of them deserve...

bonus points for spite being the one to realize just what sort of love quadrilateral is going on and is the one to get them all together.

[sanguineterrain]

Actually losing my mind over your praise drunk, comes too fast Jason fic. I feel like I’m tipsy off of it. Anyway! This line:

“You grin and keep to yourself how easy it'll be to get knocked up off of your boyfriend's fat cock.”

Has me going crazy thinking about that Jason + breeding kink. Match made in heaven, no?

xoxo sunnie (@fic-over-cannon)

Hehe hi Sunnie 🥰 yk, breeding kink with Jason is interesting because I don't imagine him to be directly turned on by the thought of having children with his partner (at least, not for a while after he returns). HOWEVER...

I'm obsessed with the idea of Jason being used to breed his partner. He returns and he wants to be useful, obviously. Part of that is his virility. Jason's your prized stud racehorse. You give him love and affection and stroke his head in the right place and boy, will you be rewarded! He's still caught off-guard by how much you like him, how you maul him as soon as he steps through the door. Jason's so easy for you, and you're crazy about him.

Crazy for his dick, specifically. It makes him really embarrassed and shy when you say so outright. Jason's caught between pride and humiliation when you focus on what a big boy he is, how he could sire a brood of little tots if he so pleased (if you so please. Jason will give you anything you want).

Again, I think he really gets off on your pleasure. And if your pleasure comes from him losing all coherent thought as he just dumps load after load into you, well, Jason's not complaining. You get everything you want 😇

[crystalflygeo]

Kinktober Day 5 - Lingerie ft Sunday (Honkai Star Rail)

Sunday is hot and he can get it. There I said it. cvhajsbcahcbka this man is SO!!!! Another short one I am so tired and so sleepy shcjahcbhabajck but I love love love lingerie and this was fun... for reasons (?) pssspspspsppsps @sinnersimpdresvi

“What a beautiful sight” Sunday’s voice purrs. 

You lie elegantly stretched out on his large comfy bed. One of his gloved hands reaches out to caress your skin, passing over white lace teasingly. 

You shiver and avert your eyes blushing.

“Look at me.” He commands, much to your embarrassment. You open your eyes and look up at his him with a little pout. That serene golden and navy gaze all but devouring. “Good girl. Are you embarrassed?”

“A little.” You admit.

“Don’t be. It looks gorgeous on you, perfect. Just as I knew it would.” He smiles, all-too pleased. 

Sunday is a man of reserved preferences and exquisite taste. As the head of the Oak family, he values order and enjoys being in control.

Which extends to the bedroom. 

He loved to ‘dress you up’ buying you lingerie of all kinds. Soft pink, alluring red, elegant black, or pure white. He’d adorn you with frills, silk, and lace. Cover you with ribbons, flowers… and then sometimes take pictures of you. For his eyes only of course.

No matter what, you were his muse. His beloved and sweet temptation…

He smooths a hand up your inner thigh, following the little garter straps, he slightly pulls at one and lets it snap back on your skin. You gasp “Please, Sunday…” You beg.

Despite his rather angelic look, the Halovian loves to tease you, toy with you. “Please what, my dove?” He asks with a sly smirk. “Is this what you want?” He suddenly rubs his thumb slowly over the wet spot on your panties.

“Yes, please.” You moan, bucking your hips up to meet his touch. His fingers play with the edge of your panties, so so close… 

Sunday loves the way you squirm and whine underneath him. The needy way your hips chase after his hand trying to find relief. You're adorable like this, all hot and bothered, so desperate... it's his favorite version of you.

He leans in and kisses at your shoulder, it’s soft, his wings fluttering and tickling you a bit. “You are so gorgeous.” He murmurs “So good to me.” 

His hips slot into your parted legs and despite the too many layers between the two of you, you can feel his bulge press against your needy pussy. 

Would he rip off this pair, or just pull your panties aside and fuck you? Would he tease you for hours on end or overwhelm you with orgasm after orgasm?

He plants open mouthed kisses along your neck and nibbles at your ear, making you shiver, your hands grip at his shoulders.

“Sunday…”

“That’s it, keep calling my name. Keep begging me.” His voice gets an edge to it and he kisses you with more passion, a little more insistent. His finger finds your clit through the flimsy garment and he starts pleasuring you. 

You whine and whimper, calling out his name like a mantra, begging and pleading as he wants you to, nuzzling at his feathers and arching your back.

You’re so soft, so beautiful…

And he wants to see you come undone and ruined.

[ssturnstars]

the first thing i thought when i saw this photo

was

but also…

[toruro]

Tell me why I had this stupid thought of mingyu making you cum 21 times since you're turning 21 on your birthday lmao 😭😭😭 so like all day sex and everytime he finds an opportunity, he's fucking you, the counter, the dining table, the bed, the couch, the wall...

I think my brain is broke bye and also maybe because my bday is soon ndjdjdn I'm sorry this was so random

- Corruption kink anon

drinking legally for the first time??? nah. fucking??? yeah, that’s more up mingyu’s speed.

the second you wake up, your legs would be thrown over his shoulders and he’d eat you out. then fuck you into the mattress just moments after that.

rolling out of bed, he’d make you pancakes and then you’d get whipped cream all over your face and when he leans in, you think he’s going to wipe it away with his finger but then he just licks it off of you and then bends you over the counter to rail you again. and after you cum he’d pick you up and have you straddle him while you sit on the counter and proceed to drive you to yet another orgasm.

and then you two would sit down for a show but you don’t last more then three minutes sitting between his legs before you feel his hard against your back and suddenly he’s fucking you, ass up while you lay on the cushions. then there’s sex again on the floor because you fall off the couch.

then he remembers that you need to open his gifts. there are a few cute ones, like a puzzle of a picture of the two of you and your families that you’ll be making with him later, and then a perfume set that you’ve been eyeing for a while, and then last but not least, of course he got you a vibrator.

suggests you test it out and then you’re back on the bed with the little buzzing device plunged deep into your cunt while mingyu slaps your pussy until you’re reaching another orgasm.

fucks you god knows how many times after that.

lunch is rather peaceful—you two make it one hour without sex and then he lets you talk on the phone with your family for a bit and once you’re done he’s insisting on fucking you until you’re full of his cum.

afternoon goes bye bye.

you’d think by the time it’s evening neither of you have it left in you to fuck any longer. when you go out for dinner, you make the dangerous mistake of wearing a tight dress and when mingyu sees you he just can’t hold himself back and fucks you standing up in the closet.

you think it’s safe to go to dinner with your friends and mingyu after you both let that out, but then he’s eyes you all up and down at the restaurant and it’s driving you fucking crazy so you just have to rush off to the bathroom with him for a quickie.

and then when you get home he fucks you sweet and slow and it literally brings you both to tears, both from emotions and just how sensitive you are in general and fuck, you know he’s the love of your life.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

has anyone watched rivals??

because just to let you know… I will be writing declan o’hara smut. and soon. like… I have already started it.

update - read it here.

[slutforsilverfoxes]

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's another intentionally suggestive Hotch x gn!reader scene!

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“Oh my god,” Aaron groans, voice muffled by the pillow his face is pressed into. “Don’t stop, baby, please.”

You bend at the waist to kiss the spot just behind his ear and murmur, “Yeah? Feels good?”

“That feels fucking incredible,” he affirms with another groan that reverberates through your body from the point where your hips meet. “What are you even doing back there?”

With a giggle, you mold your hands down his muscular back and explain, “It’s called petrissage, love. Part of my spa day was learning how to give a proper massage.”

“Emily got you that gift certificate for your birthday, right?”

“Mhm,” you hum, your fingers now trailing along the taut cords of muscle that make up his shoulders, the tension practically melting away beneath your touch.

“Remind me to give her a raise.”

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