#and he is fucking pathetic while doing it! i know im not focusing on the right thing but what the fuck! he sounds and looks like a shitty

[aciddrattboyy]

(Dσɳ'ƚ) Kιʂʂ Mҽ Tԋɾυ ƚԋҽ Pԋσɳҽ

┆ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ - "you were pissed that your boyfriend cheated on you and then had the audacity to ghost you after you confronted him about it. what better way to get that anger out than fucking his best friend"

ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛꜱ: ★ Starring: Suna R. x F! Reader ★ Run Time: 2.3k ★ Genre/Warnings: [Rated R: Adult Film]fingering, dirty talk(?), penetration, cheating(?), cucking, phone sex(?), exhibitionism(?) (characters are aged up) ★ Producer Notes: i dont condone cheating but like if someone told me they fucked their cheating bf's bsf i wouldnt judge also sorry for the osamu slander i was never a big fan of the miya twins bc i was too focused on suna so im sorry if i offend any miya stans </3

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you were pissed. you were beyond pissed actually. yeah, you were sad of course when you found out your boyfriend osamu had been cheating on you with some cheerleader from a neighboring college. but you were furious now that osamu had decided to ghost you after telling him you wanted to talk it out. it was pathetic and you were utterly offended. you were also upset with yourself, having not been able to see any signs that you had been dating scum of the earth. 

you know you couldve been the one to take the higher ground. just take his disappearance as the breakup and try to move on with the help of the people in your life that actually cared about you. but you just couldnt. he went low and you wanted to go much much lower. 

knock knock knock 

standing outside of suna’s townhome, you were growing a little nervous. there was a chance suna would push you away and go inform your cheating now ex-boyfriend. but you’ve seen the way suna looked at you. you weren’t stupid. everytime osamu dragged you to parties or hangouts with his friends suna always looked at you like he was fucking you with his eyes. you stood there, hands shoved in the pockets of your pajama pants as the cold night breeze swept over you. 

your body stilled when he opened the door, bare torso on display while a pair of grey shorts hung loosely at his hips. you could smell the faint scent of weed seeping out of his house. his hair was messy in the best way, green eyes narrowed at you slightly. you couldnt deny that he was attractive. but when you were still a loyal and doting girlfriend, no one else seemed as hot as your boyfriend. but things were different now. 

“hello?” sunas tone was indifferent, a bit raspy from whenever he was smoking. he craned his neck for just a moment, seeing if osamu was trailing behind somewhere. 

“suna i know you want to fuck me,” you blurted out, earning equally wide eyes from the man before you. he choked on his own spit, turning his head as he coughed. your face felt like it was on fire and for a second you regretted ever coming here. “im sorry i-” he was quick to put up a finger, silently telling you to wait as he got himself together. clearing his throat, suna stood up a bit taller with skepticism written all over his face. his eyes once again scanned over the area.

“are you confronting me?” suna had absolutely no clue what was going on. he half expected osamu to jump out of the bushes and knock him up just for not denying it. but he would be a liar if he did. it was true. he did want to fuck you and knew he could do so much better than osamu. but of course he didnt make any moves with the bro-code and all. 

“no im not,” you shook your head, sucking in a deep breath to try to calm yourself. “i have a um… proposal,” suna’s eyebrows quirked, the corners of his lips tugging into an intrigued smile. he crossed his arms, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. 

“well,” you grew self conscious now, rocking back on your heels as you stared at the doormat. “osamu cheated on me and is now ghosting me after i asked to talk about it and to be honest im really pissed,” suna had to manually keep his features stoic even though he was feeling a whirlwind of emotions. he was sad for you of course, no one wants to get cheated on. he was mad at osamu for cheating on someone like you. but there was also this sick sense of pride, that you came to him. suna always knew he could be better for you and now you were at his doorway. you took in another deep breath, getting ready to spew out the words before you could take them back. “i want you to call osamu because i think he’ll pick up… and if he does,” you took a hand out of your pocket, nervously running it through your hair. “if he does i’ll let you fuck me,” 

the silence seemed to drag on forever. after your word vomit both you and suna had to take a moment to process the words you just said. you looked at sunas ever bland face and had no way of knowing what he was thinking. 

“so,” suna started, not able to hide the smug smile on his face. “you want me to fuck you with osamu on the phone?” he watched as you nodded slowly and could feel his dick twitch in his shorts at the thought. he would effectively being ending their friendship if he did that and maybe others. but the thought of being inside you was oh so enticing. “thats a little kinky dont you think,” sunas smile only grew when he saw how flustered you were getting. it was almost hard to believe you came up with that idea.

“will you do it yes or no?” you asked instead of answering his question. because he was right. it did sound a bit kinky and you didnt feel like trying to make sense of it right now. suna did use words to answer, instead pushing off of the doorframe and motioning for you to head in. letting out a shuddery breath, you walked in. your heart was beating like crazy when suna closed the door behind you, turning on a warm lamp before flopping onto the couch. you took off your shoes, awkwardly standing by the doorway. 

“so run this little plan of yours by me one more time,” he patted his hand on the cushion next to him, watching you with now hungry eyes. you sat on the edge of the couch, hands in your lap as you laid it all out on him. you wanted suna to call osamu and tell him he was fucking some random girl. you wanted to know if osamu would stay on the line. you wanted to know if he had any remorse for what he had done to you. you told suna you didnt want him to reveal it was you. that you would do the honors when you were ready. suna listened patiently, nodding along as the tent in his shorts grew with each word that left your pretty lips. “well if you want to do this we cant exactly fuck with you on the other side of the couch,” 

excitement and anxiousness coursed through your veins when suna motioned for you to come sit on his lap. he wasnt trying to hide the obvious bulge in his shorts now and the size of it made you just a bit nervous. you straddled his lap with a shaky breath, looking down between the two of you as he called osamu. he put the phone on speaker, turning the volume all the way up and tossing it onto the cushion next to him. 

his hands found their way to your hips as you both waited for osamu to answer, sliding them up and down your sides. 

“hey whats up?” 

your breath hitched in your throat when you heard his voice. anger once again rising up over the fact that he was going out of his way to ghost you but picked up the phone for his friend almost instantly. 

“not much, got a pretty girl in my lap right now,” sunas tone made your body feel warm all over. he got bolder with his touches, his fingers playing with the hem of your loose fitting shirt. “said she was a freak ‘n wanted me to call you so you could listen,” 

the laugh osamu let out was evil. you both could hear shuffling on his end while sunas hands moved further up. 

“no shit really?”

you licked your now dry lips as suna slowly pulled your top off, a low whistling leaving his mouth as he eyed your boobs. he was quick to grab at them. one hand groping one boob softly while the other pulled and pinched at your nipple. 

“yes really, shes got pretty tits,” he was quick to suck your now hardened nipple in his mouth, hips jerking under you. your breath grew ragged as you fought to stay quiet. you wanted osamu to hear you but you didnt want to be loud enough for him to know it was you just yet. he pulled off of your now wet nipple with a soft ‘pop’, his hands traveling down to grope your ass. “nice ass too,” he mused softly, looking at you with mischievous eyes as he grabbed onto the back of your thighs and gently laid you onto the couch. 

you looked up at him with wide eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as he slipped your pajama bottoms off. something flashed in his eyes when he saw the pretty lace panties you had on. he wanted nothing more than to rip them off of you but he decided against it for now. 

“how wet is she,” 

“ ‘m about to find out,” your face cringed at osamus words for just a second. because in the next, suna was smiling at you wickedly while he pulled your panties to the side. a low groan left sunas chest as he slid a finger over your already glistening folds. for a second, he forgot all about your plan, looking up at you with wide, lust filled eyes. “holy fuck youre soaked,” you turned your head away, face growing hot with embarrassment. but suna was quick to gently grab your chin, turning your face towards him once again. “keep your eyes on me,” he said softly, licking his lips as he lightly pressed his finger onto your clit. 

the sound of shuffling on the other line was what brought suna back to the present and for a moment he felt a bit possessive, suddenly not wanting osamu to listen in anymore like a pervert. but he continued to play along.

“shes fucking beggin’ for it,” he said moreso to osamu as he slowly pushed a finger inside you. a soft hiss left his lips when he felt how tight you were, already clenching around him so well even if it was just one finger. at this point osamu wasn’t responding with words, his heavy breaths the only thing that could be heard. suna shrugged after a moment of waiting for a response, pressing a second finger inside your walls. you whined softly, eyelids fluttering as your hips twitched against him. he continued to work his fingers inside you, thumb rubbing over your clit in soft circles as the sounds of him fucking you with his fingers grew louder. 

“oh fuck i can hear her,” 

osamus voice was strained, no doubt affected by what he could hear over the phone. he was no doubt referring to the obscene noises coming from your dripping cunt while suna fucked his fingers into you. 

soft whines and heavy pants were all you could manage out, afraid of giving it away too soon. your hips bucked up towards sunas hand as he worked you closer to an orgasm. his dick was straining uncomfortably against his shorts and he was growing impatient. “shes about to cum all over my hand,” suna breathed out, it was getting hard for him to pretend he was enjoying transcribing what he was doing to his cheating friend. he didnt even know if he could call osamu a friend anymore. there was silence on the other end and suna’s brows furrowed when he thought he heard osamu moan. 

this was becoming harder for you to keep up, thighs trembling as you got closer and closer to release. you swore you were going to chew off your lip with how hard you were biting it. your eyes were screwed shut, hands clamping onto the couch and sunas arm. when he brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles and pressing into it, it didnt long for you to come undone around him, a strangled moan escaping you as your back arched off of the couch. 

“fuck she sounds hot,” 

“she is,” that flash of possessiveness punched through suna again as he continued to slowly fuck you through your orgasm. something snapped in suna when he could hear what could be nothing other than osamu jacking off. he hastily pulled his cock out of his shorts, laying your thighs over his. his breath was ragged at he ran his tip over your slit, a groan leaving his chest when he nudged at yout fluttering hole. you whimpered, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. 

suna was growing frustrated with each noise you suppressed, he desperately wanted to hear you. wanted to hear you get fucked on his dick. he grabbed onto your hips roughly, pushing inside you with a shaky moan. fortunately for him, you were also growing tired of forcing yourself to stay quiet. you wrapped your arms around sunas neck, pulling him flush against you. both of you moaned when he bottomed up and finally being able to hear you almost made suna cum right then. 

but osamu ruined it, letting out a loud moan through the phone. suna, who had finally had enough, sat up and grabbed his phone. 

“i’m fucking your girlfriend,”

“wait wha-” 

he hung up, tossing the phone to the side and looking back at you. your eyes were wide as you watched, cunt still clenching around him. suna put his hands on your hips, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, earning a loud cry from you. 

“fuck- ‘m glad thats over with,” he began rocking into you slowly, eyes glued onto the sight of his dick disappearing inside you. “now i can hear all your pretty noises,”

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3 ʟᴏʙʙʏ ﹕ꜰɪʟᴍᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃

[taintedtort]

scaramouche trying to praise you during sex because you arent comfy w degredation and he gets all awkward and shit!! -💗ANON

" PRAISE, PLEASE? "

summary. you ask for praise and he gets nervy

character. scaramouche

warnings. afab!reader, SMUT!!, degrading near the beginning, praise

a/n. this has been in my inbox for so long, i’m so sorry 💗 anon! i’ve been meaning to right it for a while, but here it is finally. hope you like it! (i think it’s lowkey ass, im so sorry)

"fuck— you feel so good… such a slutty pussy," SCARAMOUCHE grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he pushes his cock into you over and over. it feels good, obviously, but his usual degrading words are bothering you a bit more this time.

"so greedy, sucking me in like a pathetic whore," he groans, his eyes glued to where you’re connected. he watches as he slides in and out of you, his length shiny with your arousal.

"scara…" you mewl, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. he leans over your body, his face getting closer to yours. he opens his mouth to say more, but you cut him off before he can get a word out.

"can you, uhm— praise me instead? i don’t really like the degrading all that much," you confess, mumbling through your pleasure filled moans. his thrusts come to a stop, and he looks at you with furrowed brows.

he’s hit with a short wave of guilt. he always tends to degrade you, as it just comes naturally, but with the new knowledge that you don’t like it, he feels determined to correct himself and make you feel good. he can be selfish, but he‘d never want to intentionally ignore your wishes and make you sad. he’d do anything you asked, even if it made him feel awkward.

"i… i can try, i guess," he resumes his movements, and you can tell he’s going much softer now than he was before. he’s silently worried he hurt your feelings, so he racks his brain to think of something nicer to say.

he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, mainly focusing on your cheeks and forehead. you can’t help but smile, appreciating that he’s trying to be nicer even though it doesn’t necessarily come naturally to him.

"i love seeing you under me like this, you look so pretty," he mumbles, and you swear you see his cheeks go a bit pink. he’s not looking at you, his eyes trailing over your body instead, trying to distract himself from his rising blush.

your body relaxes against the bed, letting his compliment sink in as your pleasure slowly builds. he keeps his pace quick, but his hips are no longer roughly slamming into yours. you certainly don’t mind the change, taking the opportunity to run your fingers through his silky hair.

"shit— you feel amazing, made just for me, all of you," he breathes out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep his moans muffled. he buries his face into your neck, placing kisses and gentle nips to the skin there.

he‘s mainly trying to hide how awkward he is, and you know that, but you appreciate him trying. the thought of him going out of his comfort zone just to please you makes your head fuzzy and causes your orgasm to build quickly.

you jolt and moan louder when you suddenly feel two fingers press against your clit, rubbing quick circles to match his thrusts.

"scara! 'm gonna— ah! gonna cum!" you whine, seeing him nod encouragingly. he starts to go harder, fucking into you with the force that he normally does. your body rocks with each thrust, little squeaks and moans forcing themselves out of your throat.

"cum for me, sweet girl. make a mess on my cock," he grunts, his own release rapidly building as he watches you fall apart underneath him.

"fu—fuck! scara!" your moans increase in pitch as you teeter over the edge, dangerously close. your pussy throbs around him, making him hiss in pleasure.

"that’s my good girl," he mumbles, almost like he’s saying it to himself, but you hear it. his praise is what finally pushes you to your release, squirming on the bed before you finally cum around his cock.

he watches as your eyes roll back, your mouth popping open in a silent moan. he groans at the sight, loving the faces and sounds you make when your consumed with pleasure.

"you’re so cute when you cum like that," he grunts, chasing his own orgasm now. you can’t help but smile dumbly at his strained words, a bit dazed as you slowly come down from your high.

you watch as SCARAMOUCHE grows closer and closer, his face scrunching up in concentration and pleasure. you’re now able to hear the little sighs and groans he lets out, your own moans not drowning him out anymore.

"cum inside me… please?" his eyes snap to yours when he hears that. the thought of making a mess of your pussy has him cumming almost instantly.

he pushes his hips flush against you, shoving his cock deep in your cunt as he fills you, both of you letting out a moan.

"fuck… love this pussy so much." you giggle at how breathless and pleasure drunk he sounds, his eyes half lidded with a small blush on his cheeks.

after a moment of catching your breath, SCARAMOUCHE pulls out slowly, his eyes locked on where his cum drips out of you. it falls onto the bedsheets below, but he doesn’t seem to notice nor care. he takes in the view of you sprawled out on the bed, your body naked and slightly sweaty. all for him.

the knowledge that you’re his has his body heating once more, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looks up at your tired expression.

"again."

[sttoru]

just saw ur fic ideas post .......... how bout semi public stuff with gojo @ some high end jujutsu event and he just is SOOOO enamoured with how you look and takes you to the bathroom and ..... 😙

GOT A FETISH FOR YOUR LOVE !

ෆ note. sobs dies ressurects… im so weak… i had to write a full on fic… everyone thank T for this cuz i went crazy on this one and it’s super detailed for no reason. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk !

ෆ tags. (perv)dom!satoru x female reader. semi public, p in v — unprotected, bits of manhandling, corruption kink, breast play, premature ejaculation, cervix fucking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, teasing, cum play, creampies, spanking, pussy slapping, mentions of masturbation, perv panty stealer satoru, implied cunnilingus, fucked against a wall, lots of dirty talk, satoru calls you ‘slutty’ once, satoru with the famous ‘just the tip’ beg, satoru sometimes turns whiny and subby so you get the best of both worlds (hes pathetic), he has a big dick ehem, pussy drunk satoru.

satoru couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you climb up the stairs near the torii gates of the high school he teaches at; your appearance only increasing in beauty due to the candle lights placed all around the environment.

your face and body were glistening under the moon light as you made your way up. you were silently cursing yourself for wearing heels while knowing that jujutsu tech was situated on top of a literal mountain.

unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had been waiting your arrival near the entrance since the first guests started pouring in.

with a sigh, you finally lift your head up as you notice the entrance to the main building come into view. there were lots of known sorcerers gathered around, chitchatting about recent business and changes in the jujutsu society.

you were too enamoured by the elegant decorations that hung around the school and the people who were dressed accordingly to the theme to even notice the white-haired man walking up to you.

which was unusual, since satoru’s tall physique could be easily spotted in any crowd.

“baby, you should’ve told me you had arrived!” satoru exclaims almost embarrassingly loud, waving at you without a care in the world of all the other guests that were giving him stares. his gaze was only on you, “i would’ve come picked you up.”

you wave back at him, eyes lingering on the tailored dark blue suit he was wearing, the waistcoat and dress shirt underneath being undeniably attractive. a bonus being that he was wearing his glasses and not his blindfold.

“it’s okay, love.” you reassure satoru as you walk a few steps towards him as well.

“ya sure? you didn’t hurt yourself or anything, right?” satoru pouts, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist and hugging you tight, “my poor, poor girl.”

you roll your eyes at satoru’s antics. his one and only desire in life is to give you the princess treatment you deserve and it shows at moments like these.

“it’s fine,” you murmur, voice muffled as you bury your face into the crook of his neck; getting drowned in his familiar scent, “you look handsome by the way.”

satoru chuckles, feeling a bit giddy on the inside from your compliment. he almost responded with a ‘i know i do’, yet he held himself back. today was an exception and he decided to save you from any more cheeky remarks.

“thank you, pretty.” satoru hums, “you look ethereal.”

you could feel the way your boyfriend hugged you even tighter after his comment, pressing your body against his. you normally wouldn’t mind it in the slightest, however you could notice a few people glancing over at you two.

satoru couldn’t give a single damn about it; the only thing his senses were hyper focused on were your breasts that were squished against his chest—the curves of your body being easily accessible to the sorcerer.

“god..” his breath was shaky a little. satoru was really trying hard to repress his urges, the event hadn’t even started yet and even so, he was way too lost in his perverted thoughts.

he couldn’t help himself. you were just too addictive; your perfume, your warmth, your body, your face, your glossy lips… your breasts, your ass—

satoru clears his throat and pulls back after a bit, “shall we, m’lady?”

he bowed a little to you, putting his hand out for you to hold on while a subtle smirk played on his lips.

with a giggle, you grab onto his hand and satoru wastes no time interlocking your fingers as he guides you to the entrance of the main hall.

the building was scattered with even more sorcerers from all kinds of clans; some admiring the scenery, some sitting and eating various delicacies.

like before, you were too caught up in the scale of the event to realise that satoru was ogling you. it was a great thing that his pitch black lenses were blocking most of his eyes from the outside;

his gaze lingered on your side profile, your lips that were slightly parted in amazement, your hips which swayed from side to side with each step and your ass which he tried not to grope in public.

satoru hadn’t even noticed that he started to ball his hands into fists out of pure self control. his hand that was holding onto yours tightening its grip as well.

“something wrong?” you ask your boyfriend once you noticed, tilting your head to look up at him.

“nothin’, baby.” satoru lies and flashes you a reassuring smile, “c’mon. let’s enjoy some food.”

without waiting on your answer, satoru guides you towards a free cocktail table and stands near it, serving you an appetiser that was set on the table cloth.

you gladly accepted it and took a small bite, looking around the place some more and taking in the details, “it’s really pretty. the decor and stuff.”

satoru hums in agreement even though he hadn’t taken a single proper look at the environment when you were the main event in his eyes, “yeah. i think so too.”

everything about you somehow drove him crazy today. on most normal days, he could wait until you were at home to show you how much he adores you. that was not the case at the moment since he was fighting with his own self on the inside.

he was absolutely whipped for your elegant look.

“very pretty.” satoru mumbles under his breath. he most definitely wasn’t talking about the interior or exterior of the place.

it was getting harder by the minute to not give in to his primal needs. the more you talked to him, flashed him your innocent smile and let him hear your voice, the more he was struggling to keep his (now hard) dick in his pants.

you continued rambling about something that you noticed around you and satoru took the chance to place his hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it wasn’t anything unusual, thus you kept on talking.

it started off by him rubbing the area around your hips to his fingers subtly sliding downwards, eventually reaching the hem of your dress. his index finger dipped under the fabric, caressing your upper thigh. that small skin to skin action made satoru’s breath hitch and his cock twitch in its restraints.

“fuck.”

“what was that?” you abruptly stop yourself as you heard your lover curse under his breath. you weren’t aware of all the lewd thoughts going on in satoru’s mind and that made it even better. your innocent confusion wasn’t going to last long, however.

satoru lowered his head a bit until his lips were right next to your ear. the warmth of his breath made you shiver.

“i said,” he starts off in a low tone; one which he knows would make you weak for him, “i want you.”

it was as if time froze for you for a split second. you knew what satoru meant with that. you could’ve easily guessed the hidden meaning behind those three words just by his tone. the light but daring touches on your legs were your second hint.

“love, we’re in public.” you whisper back. satoru has a reputation to uphold as the strongest sorcerer in this entire building, yet there he was; implying that he wanted to take you right there and now.

a sigh left satoru’s lips, the air hitting your ear once again, “please, baby? for me?”

satoru was running out of patience. he could act out in the midst of the hall and disregard his image for all he cares. he just needed you. badly.

“promise i’ll be quick, yeah?” he adds, tone pleading but also a tad dominant.

you gulp and wanted to give in. you stood no chance to your whiny boyfriend, who always knew the right buttons to push to get you to comply to his requests.

satoru saw the hesitation in your eyes and he decided to plead more, “just the tip. i promise, sweets—tha’s all i need.”

a intrusive mental image of satoru fucking your brains out made him grip your thigh a bit harder; his voice suddenly growing deep and dominant, his expression filled with only lust.

“shit—please. have to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around me or i’ll lose it.”

his words were growing explicit and it was only a matter of time before he actually touches you improperly in front of everyone. you could tell by the way his long fingers inched closer to your clothed cunt.

“..fine. just the tip, like you said.” you breathe out shakily out of pure desire. though, both of you knew that it was going to be more than ‘just the tip’.

satoru grinned and immediately put down the appetiser he was holding onto, grabbing your hand and almost rushing out of the hall.

there were a few sorcerers trying to greet him on the way, yet he didn’t even glance at them once. his eyes were dazed with hunger as he swiftly made his way through the crowd—his thoughts being filled with the ways he’ll have you moan and beg.

satoru opens up the door to the nearest bathroom, pushing you against the wall the moment the door closed behind you.

his glossy lips crash against yours, the lipstick you’re wearing smearing on your lover due to the aggressive and almost sloppy way he kissed you. his tongue prodded against your lips before entering your mouth—strings of saliva and heavy breaths being exchanged between you two for what felt like minutes.

“ah, fuck. i wanted this so bad,” satoru moans against your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip, “..since the moment i saw you in that dress.”

his big hands were all over your body; groping and grabbing onto your flesh, from your ass and thighs to your tits.

“mhhh— ‘toru, god,” you sigh, feeling yourself get wet from just his confessions, “you can have me, all of me.”

your lover grunts at your words. they were exactly what he needed to hear. he roughly pulls the hem of your dress up, revealing your white panties. his all time favourite. a small, lustful grin instantly appears on his face. he always thought that you looked extra innocent in those; and that by ripping those off, that he’ll corrupt that ‘pure’ image.

and don’t let him start on how many times he’s used that specific pair of panties to jerk off. he vividly remembers how his sticky cum covered the cloth afterwards.

“haah—fuckfuckfuck,” satoru curses repeatedly as his fingertips tremble out of pure desire, “can’t wait any longer. you’re gonna walk around the avenue with no panties later on, ‘kay?”

“sato-” your eyes widened and before you could even protest, you hear the fabric of your underwear tearing. the ripped off cloth falling down onto the cold floor.

“there we go,” he mutters in delight, his eyes gazed at your exposed pussy. his fingers rubbed over the skin, grazing the wet folds. a deep, breathy chuckle echoes throughout the bathroom, “this pussy’s just ready to be filled, don’tcha think?”

you nod feverishly and nibble on your lower lip at the way satoru was teasing your clit. his hand slowly cupped your slippery cunt, his palm covering the area entirely before slapping the velvety flesh. three small smacks, each making your limbs tremble.

“ya hear that?” satoru hums, completely overtaken by his desire for you as the squelchy sounds ring in his ears, “so ready to be stretched out and fucked.”

“hnnnh, ah, baby—please just, just fuck me.” you whimper; feeling the pressure of his hand’s thenar against your clit while his fingertips traveled across your vulva.

“oh, i definitely will.” satoru responds with a grunt as he undoes his belt and zipper with his free hand. his trousers and underwear fall down to his ankles, revealing his cock to you.

your mouth watered at the sight as it slightly slapped against his lower abdomen due to the speed at which satoru took his boxers off. the moist drops of thick pre-cum coating his pink tip, the slight curve of his big shaft and the veins covering it—you needed to have him in you.

when satoru thinks that he prepped you enough to take his cock, he removes his hand from between your legs. of course, he isn’t going to waste a chance of tasting your slick that gathered on his skin.

“turn around,” he orders after licking off his fingers and you do as said, “ass back towards me, pretty.”

one of satoru’s hands was on one side of your hips to hold you steady against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, the other occupied with stroking his cock. satoru was already contemplating on where to cum; in or on you. he’s obsessed with spurting his sticky cum on your plump ass, however he also loved stuffing you full of it.

“deep breaths,” your boyfriend reminds you as he prods the swollen tip of his cock at your entrance—despite the prep, it was always almost impossible to avoid a slight discomforting sensation in the beginning. that man’s length was no joke.

“ahhhh, fuuuck! satoru!” you hiss and your fingernails try to dig into the wall you were pressed against. you felt your folds being forced apart to fit his cock inside of your small cunt.

“shiiit.. you’re fuckin’ tight.” satoru grits his teeth. no matter how many times he breaks your pussy in, you still feel as tight as ever, “..mmh—relax, princess.”

satoru pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out and you both took a deep breath. a sloppy kiss was placed against the back of your neck as reward for taking him in. it was his habit of doing so every time the two of you get intimate.

“‘m gonna start moving. that alright?”

a simple nod coming from you was plenty to let satoru begin with slow, soft thrusts which soon enough turned into deep and firm thrusts—the pounding sounds echoing in the bathroom, “there we go—ahh, yeah— fuck!”

“mhhhg, s’good! ngh!” you slur your words a bit as satoru started to speed up the tempo, feeling his heavy balls slap against the skin near your clit every time he drove his thick cock into you, “mmph! more, wan’ more!”

neither you nor satoru could care anymore if your desperate mewls or the harsh skin-to-skin sounds were heard outside of the dimly lit bathroom.

satoru was slowly losing his mind as he gazed down at your ass and the way you moved your hips back to meet his rough thrusts—he never got enough of you in that position. his hands held onto your hips before moving to your lower back to deepen your arch a little. his eyes were in a trance; he needed to see more of that chubby ass and the recoil of it.

“i swear—you’re gonna make me,haah, cum already,” satoru moans as he tried to find a way to distract himself from the pleasure building up to a breaking point. he decides to gently bite onto your shoulder, running his tongue over the slight mark he left and then continues to suck on the flesh.

“hmmmh, haah, yes! need- need your cum in me, please- please, ‘toru!” you beg in such an erotic tone that satoru can’t help but bite down harder on your shoulder.

“princess—y-you can’t say that-” he swallows a lump in his throat as he forces his cock so deep that you felt it hit your cervix repeatedly, “please- don’t say that.. don’t, oh god—“

satoru was the one begging this time; his voice sounding more whiny than it had ever been during your little session. he can’t help it when it comes to you. he had desired to fuck you since he saw you and now that he was finally doing it, his senses were utterly overwhelmed.

“nonono,” you hear your boyfriend curse as the strokes inside your tight cunt turned harsh and quick, like he was on the verge of his climax, which he didn’t want. he didn’t want to cum in under two minutes, but he’s just so weak when it comes to you. so damn weak.

“ahhh, fuck— s-sorry, baby— can i cum? can i cum in you? please?” he bites his lips, shutting his eyes so tight that he could see colors.

“please, please, let me. mnghhh, please let me cum in you. wanna fill you up.” satoru repeats his words like a chant in your ear. you were as lost in the feeling of ecstasy as your lover was and just nodded at his whiny pleas.

“mhmm, yes, do it—cum in me!”

your permission was all satoru needed and not a second later, you felt ropes and ropes of hot cum flood your cunt and some drops gush out of your pulsating hole.

satoru was quivering slightly as he kept moving his hips in slow pumps, fucking the cum deeper into you. you were full of surprises; he didn’t know he could cum in under two minutes until right that instant. you really had him wrapped around your finger.

and the best thing? he was already starting to get hard once again.

satoru slowly pulled his dick out of you and only let the tip stay a few centimetres in you. one hand went to grab onto the base of his length and he started to tap and move the tip in tiny circular motions in your cum-filled pussy—making sure every single drop is dumped where it belonged.

“fucking greedy, ain’t ya?” satoru hisses as he feels you clench onto his tip like you were doing to his cock earlier, “your pussy just wants to milk me dry.”

you whine and push your hips back a little in attempt to push his cock further into your needy cunt again, “wan’ more.. please, ‘toru?”

gojo satoru was a weakling.

he slammed his cock fully inside of you again and didn’t care if you expected it or not; he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow. his hands were kneading the flesh of your ass, spanking it every now and then to feel you tighten up more around him while his hips were working full time.

“yeah? gonna take another load in your slutty cunt again?” satoru groans as he feels your pussy gripping onto his throbbing cock like it was pleading to be stuffed, “haaah—you’re incredible, nhh, never had anyone make me cum this quick and hard before.”

your body squirmed and shivered each time you felt satoru spank you, ending up in a repeated cycle of you tightening up around him and him smacking the fat of your ass, “yes, yes, yes! want it, please!”

it was incredibly difficult to hold back your own orgasm when satoru was whispering filthy things in your ear, pounding into your creamy pussy while also stimulating your clit.

satoru instantly caught onto the fact that you were nearing your climax. you always started to get more noisy whenever you were close, “aah, mhm—cum on my cock while i dump another load inside of you. c’mon, you can do it.”

satoru’s words made your stomach fill with butterflies, the coil inside of you threatening to finally snap.

“‘m gonna.. gonna cum! gonna cum!” you cry out between ragged breaths, eyes rolling into the back of your head once you reached your long-awaited climax.

the sight of you arching your back even more while you came was the hottest thing satoru’s seen. he rushed his thrusts, becoming more precise to hit your cervix over and over again.

“mhm, jus’ like that—tighten up more.” your lover hisses and his nails dug into the flesh of your hips while he felt your pussy throbbing from overstimulation, “milk me dry, pretty—fuck!”

your mind was foggy with that euphoric feeling after reaching your orgasm. but also due to satoru continuing to bully his thick cock all the way in you, seemingly needing to drain his balls inside your cunt.

“mhhhhnn, ‘m gonna fill ya up again,” he whimpers a bit into your ear from behind while sweat drips from his forehead, “take it all like a good girl, yeah? don’t—haah— waste a drop.”

and with that he spurts and squirts strings of cum into your womb once more. it felt like there was no ending to it as his semen just continued to pump out of the tip.

“fuckkk! got more for you,” satoru almost sobs out, his tongue peeking out from behind his lips as his muscles tense up. he came so much into you that even more of the liquid drizzled down on the floor beneath you, “take it—yeah—jus’ like that.”

a few more deep and chaste strokes and satoru was done. he exhaustedly rests his chin on your shoulder, white locks clinging onto his forehead and his cheeks colouring a reddish hue.

“haahh.. that was amazing.” satoru sighs deeply, trying to catch his breath while wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face into your neck, leaving small pecks there while mumbling about how good you were for him.

your eyes were closed as you rest against the wall, enjoying the affection from your lover while you feel his dick go limp inside you. satoru slowly pulls out afterwards, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on all the fluids leaking down your trembling thighs.

“hold on,” satoru murmurs gently, “gonna clean you up, princess.”

his own legs were shaking slightly as he quickly put his boxers and pants back on. your boyfriend grabs a few tissues from a nearby dispenser, kneeling behind you afterwards.

your eyes followed his fingers as they held onto the wipes and started to clean you up slowly. the comfortable silence—excluding the muffled sounds of chatter and music from outside the bathroom—was perfect for you to catch your breath.

satoru was diligently sliding the tissues over your skin, making sure to not be too rough.

as much as he tried telling himself not to get turned on again from the sight of your ass and sopping cunt in front of his face, he just couldn’t.

your lover was breathing heavily and stopped cleaning you up for a second. he really tried his best to stop himself over and over, though the title of being the strongest didn’t apply to his self control.

his large hands came up to hold onto your ass, spreading the cheeks apart which made your lips part in shock. you looked over your shoulder at him and sensed the resurfacing lust in the air. not only that: his warm breath hit your sensitive pussy as he panted in a hungry way.

satoru lifted his head up to meet your eyes, flashing you a (not so) apologetic grin;

“sorry, pretty. i need to get my dessert.”

[elliezlils11utt]

Dbf!abby pt 2

contents: nsfw!! age gap (reader is early 20s Abby is mid-late 30!) risky sex! no descriptions of reader..? (I think) fingering, pt 2 to a post I’ve already made and won’t really make sense if you haven’t read pt 1? (technically you can read it w/o pt 1 tho)

pt 1 here!

summary: Abby fucks you while you, your father, and her are watching a movie together.

Wc: 1.5k?

proofread?: no babes sorry

A/n: some of this is quite literally copy and pasted from c.ai. I did not want to write this bc it’s boring. (Hence why it took literally a month to get out!) I hope it lives up to your dreams tho!

taglist: @seraphicsentences @tohoko

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She chuckled at your reaction, stepping away from you just as your dad opened the door. You could tell Abby was disappointed too, but the look in her eyes hadn't completely left.

"Ah, there you are! Come give your old man a hug."

Your dad called out to you, a big smile on his face. He hugged you tightly before looking at Abby.

‘hey dad! how was it?’ your dad replies, rambling on on about a stupid dinner party. To be completely honest you don’t remember half of the shit he was saying really. your eyes too focused on the tempting looks Abby was giving you from behind your fathers back. your heart jumping around in your chest. you’re sight stayed on Abby. bluring out your fathers useless talking. when he finished dragging on his spiel he ruffles your hair, Turing to look at Abby.

‘thanks for watching my little trouble maker, I really appreciate it’

your gaze turns to Abby, looking up at her figure you force your eyes into a puppy dog pout. you take your lip between your teeth, biting the flesh in your mouth. you wink.

‘yah abs, thanks for watching me.’

she rolled her eyes, annoyed at your teasing antics. but truthfully your making her go insane. fuck. she groans at your wink before giving you a warning look, silently telling you to cut it out..

‘yah it was no problem!” her words seem so genuine, a sweet smile flashed at your father before her face deadpans back to you. your father looked between the two of you. raising his eyebrow slightly. you turn to you’re dad giving him a questionable hum.

“Hm?” you act clueless. you can feel Abby’s gaze on you. feeling her eyes trail down your body. your dad seemed slightly suspicious but her jst laughed and let it go.

“nothing, nothing! but hey, Abby if you don’t have any plans, wanna watch a movie? you know all three of us! like old times!”

“what do u say abs? you down to stay a while?” you give her a look, a knowing, begging look.

she raised the corner of her mouth at this offer. her eyes drift from your father to you, then back to your dad.

“Yeah sure, I don’t see why not!” It’s not like she could ever deny you. you and your god damn puppy eyes. your pleading pathetic look. god you were so pretty to her.

“alright im going to go set up the movie.”

“alright daddy, call us in when it’s all set!” you watch your father walk out of the room, when he’s out of sight your catch your lip between your teeth before looking up at abs.

“your a bit of a brat, huh angel? you love teasing me infront of your dad don’t you? little minx.”

“mhm, you love it tho. the adrenaline of almost getting caught, don’t you abs?”

She chuckled and stepped closer to you, her eyes darkening with desire.

"You're very observant, aren't you? How about I test that theory?"

Abby whispered in a low, seductive tone. She ran her hand over your arm, feeling the goosebumps form on your skin. She leaned in, her lips only millimeters away from your ear.

“How about we make sure we don't get caught..?”

“yeah? but oh, what if we did. what if I ran and told daddy right now that his best friend was about to fuck his innocent little daughter? What would happens then abs.”

you say in a teasing, almost daring tone. She paused as you spoke, her eyes darkening even more at your teasing remark.

"Oh really, angel? You're testing me, huh? I'm sure your dad would love to see his daughter pinned against the wall, writhing and moaning because of me."

Abby smirked, her voice dripping with provocative undertones. your lips crash with hers, desperation winning. It was dangerous, your father just in the other room. But the thrill made it even hotter. Abby responded to your kiss passionately, her tongue eagerly slipping into your mouth. She pressed her body against yours, the adrenaline of getting caught making the moment even more intense. She felt your tongue against hers, the taste of you making her dizzy. Abby's hands found their way to your hips, her fingers digging into your skin. It was so dangerous, but so damn good. you hear your father call out from the other room, telling you the movie was set up. You slowly pull away from Abby, looking into her eyes. A string of spit connects your lips to hers. your hands dragging down to hers, pulling her in the living room.

“stay quite okay?”

You can feel her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted and eyes darkened. Abby is practically speechless as you pull her into the living room. She nods slowly, her voice barely audible as she whispers.

“Okay."

you drag her into the living room plopping down on the couch. Patting the seat next to u. acting as if nothing happened in the room next door. Abby follows you, her heart racing. She takes a seat next to you, trying to compose herself and act nonchalant. Her eyes are fixated on the tv screen, but her body is still buzzing with the adrenaline from your encounter. She leans slightly towards you, her leg grazing against yours under the blanket. you pull her hand onto your thigh under the blanket, turning to her. She looks at you, feeling your touch send sparks through her body. Abby turns towards you too, her fingers tracing circles on your thigh under the blanket. She smiles softly at you, knowing damn well how risky this whole situation is. You drag her hand higher, closer to where you want her. hoping she takes the hint. She feels her heart race as her hand moves higher, her breath hitching. She glances at you, seeing the desire in your eyes. Abby moves even closer to you, leaning in so her breath tickles your ear.

“You're being quite daring tonight, angel. Do you enjoy the danger? Do you want us to get caught?"

you whisper into her ear

“maybe, maybe not. fuck around and find out.”

She shivers as your breath touches her ear, and your whispers send her heart racing even faster. Abby lets out a soft laugh, and her hand continues to move higher, getting closer to where you need it. She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers back.

“You little... devil. You know what you're doing, don't you?"

“of course I do.” you giggle softly. you feel her hand palm your heat. the contact making you jump. you look at your father, he’s completely interested in the movie. paying no mind to the two of you. her fingers slide your sleep shorts to the side. her digits rubbing your cunt over your painties. you close your eyes, enjoying the pure bliss of what you’ve been wanting for so long. her fingers work at your cunt. feeling your slick build up on the cotton of your painties. you bite down on your lower lip. hard. holding back desperate little moans. how pathetic. her hand slides under your painties. feeling your slick flesh. you bite back a moan, bucking into her hands.

“shhh shh shhh, quite baby.” a low voice whispered into your ear. how the fuck were you supposed to be quiet when her fingers were slipping into your drooling pussy? she starts out with one finger. slowly pushing it into your clenched hole. then she adds another. you try to hide the fact your dads best friend was inside of you but it was kinda hard. your hand flings up to ur mouth when she curls her fingers into u. your gaze turns back to your father who’s falling asleep in his chair. her eyes remain on the tv. never breaking and never looking at you. she knows what she’s doing and refuses to look at you. under the blanket her digits pump in and out of your hole. faster and faster. you wiggle around in your seat. Practically dripping. you whimper slightly. causing Abby to stop completely. she looks at you with a piercing stare, her eyebrow raised.

“m’ sorry.” you whine quietly. and with that her fingers return their unforgiving pace. you feel yourself at the brink of your orgasm. you bite down on the back of your hand holding back your whimpers and moans. you squirm in your seat as you cum on her fingers. her eyes still never leave the tv as your cum all over her. Her digits work you through your orgasm. you struggle to keep quiet. You calm down from your high. looking at your dad to see if he heard your sad attempt to stay silent. he’s passed out. you turn to Abby who has a shit eating grin plastered across her face. you punch her playfully, rolling your eyes before laying your head on her shoulder.

“whats happening in the movie?”

“I don’t know I haven’t been watching”

“yes you have?”

“you think I can keep focus on a dumb movie when you look so cute trying to be quiet from me?”

A/n: this sucks. ilyyy!!!

[freakspectors]

EDGAR ALLAN POE SMUT HCS.

E. A. Poe | BSD x Gender-Neutral Reader Smut Headcanons .

warnings ; smut, my pussy wrote this and its 3 am prepare for errors, body worship, cunnilingus, blowjob, face sitting, breeding mention, praise kink, cowgirl position, etc.

authors note ; hi guys .. im a bsd fan .. a big one ... and i fucking love poe so much im obsessed with him . this entire thing is self indulgent i swear to you (which is why female anatomy is mentioned more in this . sorry guys TvT) . sighs deeply .... anyways go read ttyl ! ^_^

✦ Poe's a Sub. 100%. But occasionally, he's not -- and on those occasions he's a Service Dom.

✦ He acts high and mighty, yet nearly crumbles from the slightest bit of teasing from you. He stammers and whines so pathetically from just a simple touch. If you leave Poe alone after that, later you'll feel him wrap his hands around your waist and meekly grind against you to show how hard he is for you.

✦ Poe loves when you gently place kisses on his body, especially his neck. He's the most sensitive there. Bite him there and you'll receive the most pitiful whimpers you ever heard. His tip gets all sticky from just that alone .. please stroke him off , he deserves it :((

✦ Speaking of Poe's dick, it's HUGE. It's a little girthy and very long. He simply has big dick energy I don't know what to tell you. He cums so much, too. Hot, sticky, salty ropes always gush out load by load, emptying himself out. He has so much more, though .. <3

✦ A pillow prince when he's subbing. He's an absolute mess when you suck his dick, his whimpers and babbles filling the room while you bob your head and swirl your tongue around him. He begs to cum, even if you never asked him to.

✦ Service Dom Poe isn't entirely different.. But you can easily tell them apart.

✦ Poe always does body worship. He'll kiss you all the way down your body like you do for him, mumbling praise as his lips touch your warm skin.

✦ His favorite part of you to kiss is your thighs. If you're plus sized or have larger thighs you're putting him in pure bliss, I'm telling you. Poe would bury himself in them if he could.

✦ On that note, Poe is into face sitting. Heavily. He likes it when you close your thighs around his head when you cum, along with you grind on his tongue and make a mess on his face.

✦ He himself isn't exactly a messy eater, though. Poe's slow and calculated, sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue exactly the way you like it. He doesn't mind if you squirm either; it lets him know how well he's doing. The same applies if you have a dick - he sucks at a reasonable pace, and doesn't mind if you start to facefuck him.

✦ Poe's so focused on pleasing you he denies his own needs. He'd deny his own orgasm just to feel you cum around his cock a little more .. He just wants to make you feel good :((

✦ Please praise him. Doesn't matter if Poe's subbing or dominating; just do it. It's his favorite thing ever. He loves to give and receive it.

✦ Poe likes to make you read his novels when he's giving you head or fucking you. The way you stammer and sputter always makes him smile.

✦ Poe writes out the fantasies he has of you nearly all the time. They range from you topping him, fucking him until he can't cum anymore to Poe breeding you, his thick cum pouring out of your stuffed hole. He never lets anyone read them - not even you.

✦ His favorite position is Cowgirl. It works for when he's a sub and a dom -- you can take control, riding him while he grips the sheets desperately, or he can hold you by your hips to help you bounce on him; yanking out your fourth orgasm for the night. Poe loves the duality of it.

✦ Aftercare with Poe is very sweet! When he subs he's tired as fuck, so he ushers you to join him for bed and whispers about how much he loves you as you both doze off. When he doms, he's not as tired, but he's all over you making sure you're okay and if you need anything. He's infatuated with you, his various love poems for you has proof of that.

@ HELUVAKU 2023 . do not share or repost .

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

I’ve been waiting for someone to write for both Carmilla and Velvette x reader! I like the idea of reader being the mediator between their girlfriends, given how vastly opposite Carmilla and Velvette are. They’re just a very relaxed and calm person, until something pushes them over the edge and suddenly they’re hella deadly. I like to image how they’d react to that.

Devil in a Calm Sea

|| Carmilla Carmine x Velvette x fem!reader

(i myself am poly)

|| Warnings: Valentino flirting with reader, swearing because it's Hazbin Hotel, fight between Valentino and reader (sort of?) more like reader is just defending herself (with a chair)

|| Summary: reader is in an Overlord meeting, keeping Velvette and Carmilla in check. Valentino keeps flirting with reader and reader loses it.

Requests open! (won't be done quickly, im only writing when i have motivation and that doesn't seem to be happening a lot rn so it might take a while. just be mindful and patient with that)

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Your girlfriends were on different ends of extreme. Especially when it came to each other. You? You were the calm one. Tended to not react or cause a whole lot of drama. You were their voice of reason. A saving grace that kept the whole relationship together. Carmilla often showed her appreciation for you, taking you on special romantic dates. Velvette would be more subtle with her appreciation. She didn't want you going and getting the wrong idea that she has a soft spot for you or something. That would be ridiculous. She absolutely does have a soft spot for you and you damn well know it, shh. Dont let her find out.

You leaned against the wall of the meeting room where Carmilla was holding a meeting with the other Overlords. Much to your disliking, Vox and Valentino were there. You yourself weren't an Overlord but you were there to support your girlfriends. Your task was to make sure they didn't get into a fight. Easier said than done. Especially with Valentino getting on your nerves the whole meeting.

He kept sending you all these flirtatious looks, winking at you, licking his lips with that stupidly long tongue of his whenever Velvette and Carmilla weren't watching. It was clear he wanted you under contract with him and it was beginning to really piss you off. He was always like this. It was disgusting. No, disgusting wasn't right. It was too light of a description for the way he acts.

You try to ignore his antics, focusing on either Velvette or Carmilla. Watching your girlfriends instead of him. Anyone but him. As the meeting ends, you're about to walk over to your girls when Valentino blocks your path. He was much taller than you, so it wasn't difficult.

"My, you're just gorgeous aren't you~" He leans down to get a good look at you, you take a step back. Carmilla notices what's happening first but before she can react...

You pull your arm back and slap Valentino hard. The room goes silent as everyone stares in your direction. What just happened?

Valentino blinks a couple of times, he was shocked. Did you really just dare to do that to him? You? A pathetic sinner? Please.

He grabs your wrist but (before your girlfriends could intervene, they really wanted to) you grabbed one of the chairs with your free hand and slammed it into his body as hard as you possibly could. Making him stumble back.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You shout. You shouted. You never do that. Velvette and Carmilla were stunned to see how easily you were defending yourself. Carmilla was the first to recover and rushed to your side, holding a protective hand in front of you as she glares at Valentino.

"Get out. I would advise you not to come to any meetings for the foreseeable future." Carmilla says, her tone a scary level of calm.

Valentino gets off the floor and stares past Carmilla, looking at you in pure confusion and shock. Your audacity was disgusting. To him, your girlfriends were quite amused.

You wanted to keep fighting. You were going to kick his ass. You lunged forwards but Carmilla grabbed you and set you on her shoulder to keep you from doing anything. She held you there with ease despite your efforts at escape. They were pointless. Which you soon realized.

Before Valentino could get the chance to say or do anything else, Carmilla left the room with you. Velvette didn't immediately follow. But you knew why. You could hear her screaming at Valentino with Vox's voice following, trying to settle Velvette with very little success. At this point, the only one that could calm her was you. But Carmilla had her grip on you as she brought you to her office and seated you down in her chair.

She scans over your body, making sure you weren't hurt in any way before she speaks in a soft tone. Vastly different from the one she had used on Valentino just moments before.

"Are you alright? I don't believe I have ever seen you so..." She tries to find the right word. Violent? No, violent was too harsh of a description. Pissed? Pissed was too light. There was nothing that quite fit the way you had lashed out.

You folded your arms across your chest, a glare in your eyes that wasn't directed at Carmilla. She knew that though it still startled her to see it.

"He fucking deserved that. He'd been flirting with me the whole fucking meeting. Should've hit him harder." You muttered the last bit under your breath, Carmilla raised an eyebrow.

How did she not realize Valentino was flirting with you? Usually she was much more observant than that. Especially when it came to you. She was going to say something before her office door opened. Revealing Vox, who was holding Velvette in stretched out arms to keep her away from him as she thrashed around in his hold.

"Let me go you fucking mutated TV!" Velvette shouted, biting Vox's hand. You can't tell me she wouldn't.

"Shit! Okay, fuck." Vox drops her and Velvette lands on her ass, making her glare at Vox who ignores her and looks at Carmilla and you.

"She's your problem now." Is all he says before he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Carmilla sighs and glances at Velvette, who was grumbling complaints under her breath as she stood and walked over to the two of you. Fixing her outfit.

"Fucking bastard." Velvette grumbled, sticking the middle finger at the door before looking at you." Val's a bitch. Hit him harder next time."

"Velvette!" Carmilla scolds, you smirk and gesture to Velvette while looking at Carmilla.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."

Carmilla narrows her eyes at you. God, the two of you were going to drive her insane one of these days.

[delcakoo]

OMGGG I CANT STOP THINKING ABT JOCK NIKI AND SHY TUTORRRR I NEED MOREEEEEE

WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THE MAKE OUT SESS IN THE LIBRARY I NEED ALL THE DEETS 😍😍

part 1 lol

PAIRING ! jock!niki x tutor!gn!reader

WC ! 800ish

WARNINGS ! smooching and u and riki being so so cute

a/n: I DIDNT THINK ITD BE THAT EFFECTIVE ON ANYONE HELLO?? IM HONORED OK ENJOY !!

niki pulls away from the kiss, chuckling proudly at the string of saliva connecting your bottom lip to his. his right hand still rests on the back of your neck while the other grips the library table firmly. “and that one?” he inquires again.

you gulp, nervously glancing around the surrounding shelves of books. “it.. it was good..” as you mumble pathetically, you suddenly remember what you’re supposed to be doing. “..will you at least tell me what’s below the catella?”

he bursts into a disbelieving giggle, eyes crinkling into half-moons at your words. “all that and you’re still focused on tutoring me?” when you send him a warning glare (which he wasn’t phased by in the slightest), niki smirks. “the tibia.”

you nod, affirming that he was correct. “good job.” before he can do anything else, you swiftly stand to your feet and throw your belongings into your bag quicker and messier than you’ve ever done in your life. what made it all worse was that along with the piercing, hungry stare you could feel on your back the whole time, the taste of the boy was still fully on your tongue and lips.

“so thats it? gonna pack up and pretend nothing happened like last time?” he spits. you thought the jock was just playing with you — finding ways to make his ‘tutor sessions’ a bit more exciting — but you swear a hint of genuine frustration could be heard coating his sharp accusations.

you grit your teeth either way. “niki, this session ended ten minutes ago.”

tonguing the side of his cheek, he stands up himself while running strong fingers through his bangs. “and? fuck the session, i only care about you anyway.” you freeze. niki seems equally shocked, only realising his confession after another moment of silence passes.

“i..”

“look, i know your standards are too high for some fuck up like me so just- just pretend i didn’t say shit.”

it takes you a few blinks to process niki walking away, textbook and pencilcase tucked securely under his arm for you to hurrily chase after him. you pull the back of his navy hoodie with vigor, not taking another moment of hesitation before smashing your lips on his as soon as he stumbles around to face you.

he was the one to pull away first (which, for the record, had never happened before). “wh.. what- y/n?” niki questioningly stares down at you, a shimmer of hope reflecting in his pupils.

“i care about you too. i mean i- i think i like you, too,” you rush out.

his expression morphs instantly, a small beginning of a smirk forming as he leans against the nearest bookshelf. “i never said i liked you, did i?”

you frown, sending him a harsh glare. “niki.”

“sorry.” it was clear the male didn’t have much experience with such conversation judging by the way he scratched the nape of his neck, glancing off into space shyly. “so like.. i have a basketball game friday..”

“mhm..” you try not to laugh at his sudden change of attitude, edging him on with a nod.

“and if you wanna like- i don’t know, wearmyjerseyandcomewatchme or something.. i wouldn’t mind. and- and we can go eat somewhere after if you’re okay with taking the bus.”

you never imagined nishimura riki could be so cute, but somehow it brings butterflies to your stomach. “yeah, sure. that sounds good, text me the details?”

his eyes widen, mouth stammering as he takes in your response. "oh, uh- yeah, yeah i will.” pushing off the wall, niki only begins to walk away before he's quickly swivelling towards you again, rushing to plant a kiss on your forehead before taking off with promises of a text.

you nearly fail to miss the giddy smile on his face as he exits the library — not that you were any better with cheeks as red as your swollen lips.

one chance niki !!!!!!! ++ reblogs n comments r always appreciated if u enjoyed n want more pspsps

[brwnbnny]

Could I request MK11 (Younger) Johnny with a short, chubby, nerdy reader? Preferably smut please!

okay so litchrally me. me too. i will definitely be able to write this one hehehe

THIS WILL BE LONG AF BCUS I AM SO OBSESSED WITH THE JOHNNYS FR

warnings: tehe chubby chaser cage, SIZE DIFFERENCE ( for reference i am about 5'3 so this will be for my under 5'4 people! ), ... Johnny being a douche lowk bcus duh its johnny lmaoo, praise kink, spanking ( he looovee that fat ass ), probably forgetting something like usual!

fem!reader since not specified otherwise

Young!Cage has a track record of liking skinnier model like women- even women who can kick his ass, he never really looked towards the chubbier side of the ladies

till.. he saw you.. in your pretty glasses.. and your pudgy frame standing at a short stacked height as you yap away with one of Johnny's friends. he's immediately DUMBSTRUCK as he stares at you wide eyed behind his sunglasses- stanced in an awkward position as he stands there with his jaw practically on the floor as you suddenly turn to look at him back- your pretty eyes and confused expression he wiggles his head to get focused and walks over- noticing you nervously perk up at him coming over, his signature douchebag smirk playing on his mouth

"Hey pretty girl... i haven't seen you around here much? you a new friend of his?... or ah.."

You nod and smile- his heart fucking stops, he's so fucking obsessed with you it's almost unbelievable and he's usually not this easy to whip up. Fast forward you guys have raging crushes on eachother and its been a few weeks/month-ish, and you find yourselves to be together and alone at his place- everyone from the gathering having left already as you guys chit chat and clean things up together.

Your outfit was very different from normal...black tights, little boots, a damn short black fitten skirt that makes you hips so much more visible (he nearly came his pants when you walked in) and a cutie little black turtleneck with some jewelry. Someone else definitely made the outfit and convinced you to wear it and by gods whoever did.. he will have to thank them and owe them his life.

You guys chat more and he finally comments on your outfit and when you get flustered and admit your guy's mutual friend had dressed you up and practically forced you out the door- Johnny notices you growing closer in proximity as he joins in on it- eventually both now sitting on the couch, your legs almost swung over his as you guys subconsciously get closer the more you talk before you both collectively freeze and realize how close you two are

Now you find yourself grinding on his lap while his hands slip under your skirt to squeeze your fatty ass and hips- the need and want making the room spin and feel like a sauna.

Whimpers of his name get muffled by your sloppy heated kissing as Johnny lets himself loose- moaning into your mouth like a pathetic slut while he grinds up into you- both of you desperately caving into the sexual tension that had been brewing for weeks.

You whine as Johnny moves his hands from your ass- not knowing what he plans next you feel his big biceps slipped between your thighs as you pull back about to ask what he's doing until-

"J? what're you doi-" RIIIIIIIIP!

He rips the crotch of you fucking tights. like it was nothing.

Minutes later you find yourself humping his thick fingers and frantically whimpering into his neck as he dirty talks you through it and mocks you

"Aww.. jeez.. y'know it feels like your a needy pet purring while i pet you just how y'like it huh?"

"Poor girl... you needed this didn't you?"

"Yeah..yeah..there y'go keep fucking yourself on my fingers... yeaahhh juuuust like that.."

IM GOING FUCKING INSANE JFC

[al6nst]

AT HIS FEET : bully oikawa

nsfw under read more

SKETCH INFO : gn reader, smut, bootriding, bullying, technical voyeurism (oikawa knows issei is there..), kissing, slapping, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, dom oikawa, oral, consented recording， mentioned power imbalance, petnames ( little crow, slut ), degradation, bully oikawa, facefucking, college au/timeskip

nsfw/end divs by : cafekitsune !!!!

s : he was awful, you didn't even want iwa!

"dont be so.. mean.." You cried on your knees in front of him with your head hung, knowing it would be embarrassing for him to see you. your hands shaking in your lap at every tap of his shoes against the floor. he looked down at you with a soft smile, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. "im being mean? Oh yn, you've got it all wrong!" oikawa laughed, his eyes going back to staring at his phone. you grabbed his knee and raised your head. "i didnt kiss him!" you whined, placing your head on his knees. his hand immediately grasped your hair as he put his phone down, looking down at you as if you had done something wrong. "why not beg for me to believe you?" he said, bending his once straight back to kiss you. "actually, what you can do is ride my shoe!" he smiled, his eyes drifting down to your surprised expression. "You dont have to use your pretty little head for something like this." he whispered, tapping your head. his facial expression changing quicker than you expected it to. "waah.. kawa.. so mean, " you whimpered, tears running down your face as you began to hump his shoe, whining in a mix of pleasure and pain. your hands clutching your shirt while you listened to him talk,

"You're so stupid, it's so cute," he giggled. You could hear the sound of him taking a picture of your tear ridden face. "What if i sent this to the whole school?" he asked, placing his hand on his thigh. "Wait.. please!." You gasped, grinding harder as he shook his foot underneath you. the feeling of his shoe against your barely covered crotch had you reeling. he wanted you to beg for him to touch you. you began to choke on your sobs, "i.. gunna cum, kawa. so close" but he payed no mind to your warning while he untied his shorts, dipping his hand into his underwear. "hold on, stay still ynie" he sighed, you were getting too quiet. "kawa.. " you sniffled, your chest visibly moving as began to cry again "keep crying, slut." oikawa glared, squeezing the fat of your cheeks together. you hiccuped as he stood up "c'mon.. suck me off" he smiled, tapping his cock against your cheek. you stuck your tongue out, giving him access to everything, he placed his hand on your head and pushed you down. the sound of your gagging made him laugh, "everyone is gonna see this.." he said, pulling out and doing it again. you began to cry even more, placing your hands on his thighs, incoherent cries came out of your stuffed mouth as he continued to use you to his liking.

"You.. you're so annoying- uhn.." oikawa moaned, throwing his head back, the hand that was in your hair slapped you softly. "Swirl your tongue, you know what to do." he demanded, annoyed. you wanted him to listen and forgive you, You wanted to cum, he was so mean to you. "Hey! less crying, more sucking." he whined, slapping you harder than before. you closed your eyes and sniffled, trying to do everything he asked you to. he gave up on telling you anything and took it into his hands, fucking your face until you scrambled to get away. "uuhg fuck" You coughed, finally able to breathe. "i tell you this all the time. breathe through your nose!" he slurred, shoving your head back down. as the camera focused, it showcased the tears rolling down your face as you tried to breathe and the way you struggled to suck him off correctly. " you're pathetic. " oikawa grumbled, pushing you away. "i always gotta do the work myself, hum?" he asked, audibly upset. "m' sowwy. i really am, " you sputtered, looking up at him with glossed and fogged over eyes. he threw his phone behind him after he had stopped recording to fuck his own hand. "can't even get proper head.. even mad dog does a better job than you!" he groaned, throwing his head back as he got himself off. his strokes got faster, curses spewing out of his mouth before he painted your face. "ugh, you're beautiful like this, but you aren't good at anything." you shook your head at his mean words, trying to convince him that you weren't useless." i can do somethin i promise, kawa!.." you cried, hands coming up to wipe your tears. "dont touch! let me take a few pictures.. 'kay?" he smirked, watching it drip down your face and onto your chest. He picked his phone back up and took a few close ups of your face, kissing you in the midst of two of them. "see, you're much better when you're quiet like this, like the little mutt you are." oikawa sighed. he picked his shorts up and grabbed his stuff, patting your head. "see ya, slut." he said, walking out of your room, making a dramatic exit. "toru, you bastard.. hic" your breath shook as you wiped your face off, struggling to think. you could still hear him, as quiet as he tried to be, talking to somebody unimportant.

he was too mean, but you liked it.

[mysicklove]

Sub! Tanjiro x Gn! Reader, cw: toy use, subspace, crying, dumbfication, tanjiro loses all coherent thoughts

A/N: this is unedited and absolutely filthy. this is really self indulgent too, so you know kinda extreme lol

"look at you, tanjiro, you're such a mess," you coo, looking at your lover who is shivering and humping the sheets for any source of stimulation. you've got him decorated with your favorite toys, and although he loves them, the feeling of them all on his body was driving him insane. his body was jolting in ways he has never felt before.

a vibrating cockring on his base paired with a small vibrator attached to the pink head of his cock. and of course his favorite toy, the vibrating butt plug, that always feels like its too big whenever you first ease it in. you couldn't tell if he was shaky due to the intense amounts of vibrations he is withstanding or from pleasure.

it was his idea to try them all at once. he wanted to show you that he can do more intense stuff and he isn't that breakable. but in this moment where he doesn't know if he wants to push back into the plug or thrust forward, looking for stimulation, he's at a loss.

but he has never felt so powerless. he is forced to succumb to the pleasures. any sort of thought or worry is leaving his brain, because in this moment all he can focus on is the vibrations. he loves it.

his legs look like they are about to give out in any minute, trembling like leafs. but still he sits pretty on his hands and knees for you, his back arched into the plug.

his head lays in your lap. he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in between your clothed legs. for the first time, he is not blushing from the fact he is basically face to face with your sex.

he isn't focused on that, instead, he craves your warmth. he needs your touch to engulf him at this minute.

and you dont hesitate to please him, running your fingers through his hair that is damp with sweat. his frantic tears stain your clothes. "Tanjiro, is it too much?"

"P-Please!" he sobs into the cloth, and you frown at the vague statement. he's clutching fiercely onto you, and his body continues to tremble, almost withering under the force of the vibrations.

you've never seen him react like this, and it makes you worried. "im going to take the plug out baby. i think we should try this another night. dont wanna push you too much."

he sits there for a second, trying to collect his thoughts, while he heaves into your lap. he gulps when at of the corner of the eye you begin reaching for it. immediately he pushes himself upward, away from your legs, with a lost look in his eyes. his cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes hazy.

your hand falls back to your side in mild shock. you didn't know he was even able to move at this moment.

but, he pushes his knees forward and he brings his arms to behind him, where lays them on the sheets beneath him to hold his figure up. you now have a full display of his body, slightly arched back, and glistening with sweat. almost as if he was presenting his body to you. you have no idea where he learned this.

he obviously does not like the idea of you taking out the plug, but is too fucked dumb to even think about it how to tell you.

drool coats the bottom of his lip, and he still hasn't stopped crying. whimpers seem to drown out the sound of the three vibrators. he looks at with the most pathetic eyes, making him even more adorable than ever in this moment. "feels g-good. can't. dont-- I can't!"

you watch his arms tremble from the added weight of his body. so, you reach forward and half drag him back into your lap, where he immediately begins to grind on your thighs and bury his head into your neck. "i won't take it out. dont worry, tan. poor baby, are you fucked dumb? can't speak anymore?"

"yes. yes. yes. yes" he slurs, and you don't know if he is responding to you, or the newfound pleasure from your thighs.

you fingers find your way to his hair, and the other hand taps the plug in his ass. he cries out from it, his face scrunching up, and you chuckle, "alright. lets make you cum. does that sound alright?"

he gurgles "please!" into your neck.

[redr0sewrites]

Pretty Boy - Sampo x Reader

🥀A/n: yall dont understand my feral urge to dom this man he is so fine i swear im normal but ohhhh myyyyy gooood

🥀CW: marking, hickeys and biting, rough sex, reader is sorta mean, dirty talk

Sampo squirmed beneath you, your hands gripping tight enough on his hips to leave a generous bruise.

"please... please just put it in!" you had sampo bent over your desk, his hands scratching at the wood as he trembled. you were pressing so, so close to his entrance yet you were so, so far.

"do you really think you deserve it? you really think you deserve my cock after teasing me all day, even while i was working?" it was true, everyone knew sampo had a tendency to be irritating however he had been getting on your last nerve. all day he had been whispering the filthiest things in your ear, subtly brushing his hands in places that made you shiver, whimpering or moaning softly as you passed by only to pretend as if nothing happened.

"answer me doll, you know i dont like waiting," you say, yanking his hair back sharply to see his face. his expression was truly pathetic, eyes filled with tears and cheeks flushed a delicious red.

"i promise i'll be good, please, please i need you" his pathetic begging and whimpering only made you more aroused, and you decided to indulge him. you sunk your teeth into his neck, leaving a harsh bruise. you contine to mark him until you find a spot that makes his breath hitch. focusing in on that one area, you thrust into him fully and suddenly, and a shocked gasp which melted into a choked moan left his mouth. he leaned forward, his whole body was shaking in time with your thrusts. you wrapped a hand around to rest it on his lower abdomen, you could feel his muscles clenching and unclenching as you pounded into him harder.

"look at you, panting like a bitch in heat. where'd all that confidence go? did the little slut just need to get his hole fucked? your really so desperate for me, such a pretty little whore."

he let out a soft sob of pleasure, and you continued your assault on his neck, until he was whimpering and keening at the scrape of your teeth. his noises began to grow louder and louder, and you wrapped your hand around his hard dick. precum was already spilling from the tip, and he bucked his hips needily.

"im close, aah~ im close please, please let me cum" his pleas came out in between pants and moans, and you could feel his cock pulsing in your hand. you pushed him down further against the desk, fucking into him at a new position that allowed you to go deeper, hitting that special spot inside him.

"o-ohh please please, its so good please im gonna- im gonna cum aah~"

"dont you dare come until i tell you too," you say roughly, delivering a soft slap to his ass as he whimpers. you continue to thrust into him and you can feel his body begging for release. his cock is throbbing and his shoulder shake with every thrust of your hips. hes growing louder and louder, and his moans only spurred you on.

"go on, doll. release for me, dont you want to be good?" sampo nodded feverishly, bucking his hips harder against you. a few more harsh thrusts and he came suddenly, spurts of his cum covering the front of your desk. you gently sat him down in your leather chair that had previously been pushed aside, and admired your work. his hips were bruising in the delicious shape of your handprints, and his back was littered with hickeys and scratches from pushing him into the desk.

suddenly, you pushed him against the back of the chair, and his eyes widened as you wrap your hand around his cock. he was still coated in his own arousal, and you felt him begin to harden again in your hand.

"wha- what are you-"

"aw, you didn't seriously think i was done with you pretty boy, hmm?"

AUUUGH HES SO FIIINEEEE UHRHDHDBSH I AM NEW TO HONKAI BUT OHHHHH MYTYYTY GAAAAAUUUFUDDBKSNSJNDJDND I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS FILTH

[abiiors]

A small little blurb of Matty taking care of sick reader on a cold rainy day. (Im totally not sick and I’m totally not projecting)

because ik sicktember ‘23 is happening, i just thought i would use their prompt for today "sick in an inconvenient place"

hope you feel better soon, babe. sending you hugs <33

walking into work today was a bad idea. fuck, getting out of bed in the first place was an even worse idea. perhaps the worst one ever or so you’re convinced now that you sit at your desk shivering and sweating simultaneously. 

for some reason, cool air blasts out of the ac. the temperature is set so low that the whole area feels like a walk-in freezer. and then there’s the torrential rain outside on top of everything. 

you know, despite having an umbrella you will be drenched by the time you make it to the bus stop. and just the thought of being cold and damp while you feel like you're on the verge of death, makes you want to burst into tears. 

another sniffle from you. another glare from the new guy sitting across from you and you decide enough is enough. 

matty :( is the only thing you need to text him before he’s calling you within thirty seconds. 

in the background, you hear the same pitter-patter of rain, muffled and drowned out by other sounds and the riff of a guitar here or there. but it’s very much present. very persistent. 

“what’s wrong, darling?” he asks as soon as you pick up. 

when you pathetically sniffle some more, you hear him move. a door opens, then closes and the sounds behind him vanish. 

“hello?” he asks again, “you there?”

“i feel like shit,” you croak out. maybe you even speak for the first time that day because you surely don’t remember your voice sounding this dull and hoarse. 

“no shit,” he sighs. “you don’t sound all that well…”

“i don’t feel all that well…” you rub your face tiredly, massaging your achy temples. it’s only 3 in the afternoon. you still have 3 more hours of work to go. 

“can you pick me up? please i can’t, i feel so shocking, i–”

“sweetheart,” he interrupts. “go tell your manager you’re leaving. i’ll be there in fifteen.”

—

and he is there in fifteen as promised. his car is parked as close to the curb as possible and matty stands next to the open door holding out an umbrella, and holding out his other hand for your bag. 

the sight fills your entire body with relief, even as you watch him get half-drenched trying to hold the umbrella above your head, shielding you from any stray droplets. once you’re safely in the car, he closes the door, running to the other side to get in and tossing both your bag and the wet umbrella onto the backseat before he fully focuses his attention on you. 

matty tuts in sympathy. “oh you do look awful…”

you roll your eyes, annoyed and weirdly emotional but as soon as his cool hand touches your forehead, half of it melts away. 

“you’re really warm,” he frowns, bringing the same cool hand to your cheek and checking again. “lets get you home, okay? you’re practically falling asleep here.”

“i’m just really cold,” you complain in a small voice, wiping at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater like a small child. it makes him smile. 

“i’ll turn the ac off,” he says and leans over to press a kiss on your head. 

the car is mercifully warm after that and even though the chills are still there, at lease there’s no cold air blasting in your face. you know he must be uncomfortably warm under the flannel he’s wearing but the drive only lasts another ten minutes before you’re rounding onto the familiar street and stopping in the driveway of your home. 

matty turns around to get the umbrella again, stopping halfway to press another kiss, this time on your cheek, and hurries out the door to come to your side. you coax your achy body to move, to get prepared to make a dash inside. but the most you manage is a wobble up to the front door followed by wheezing and groaning. 

matty’s face falls in sympathy. “aww, c’mere baby,” he coos, letting you burrow your face into his chest while he unlocks the front door. he tries his hardest to walk like that, to let you stay close to him and steal some of his body heat while he gets your stuff inside. 

“can you tell me what hurts?” 

“everything,” you whine, “my head, my body. my throat hurts a bit too.” 

setting the things aside, matty cradles your face, bringing you both to the sofa to sit you down. 

“no more moving for you okay?” he speaks into your hair, seeing as how your face is once again tucked into his chest. “gonna take care of you.” 

you nod, closing your eyes and breathing in his comforting scent. 

“now how about you lay down. i’ll get you some stuff and we can just relax and cuddle for a bit. does that sound good?”

and you only need to nod once again to convey that it sounds absolutely fantastic. 

[psychedelic-pebble]

BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH MORE BRAINROT, except this time it's bill, but cute :3

(also if you're uncomfortable with sfw with bill where him and reader are in a relationship/implied then i'm so sorry and just please ignore this D': )

I really like the thought of you wanting to teach yourself how to play piano, after seeing Bill play it so well and almost professionally, you have a new and brewing interest to try it.

So when Bill catches you trying to teach yourself how to play, he's curious and naturally questionable.

"...What on earth are you doing?"

You look up, a bit thrown off since you hadn't noticed him come in, or even make his presence known like he would do usually.

"Teaching myself how to play piano, saw you playing it a while ago and got an interest in it.. the keys are difficult to figure out though, the videos I've watched don't seem to help."

Bill scoffs, rolling his eye at the mention of 'videos'.

"Those pathetic videos won't help someone like you to learn how to play, how bout' you learn from the best! Scooch' over."

You shuffle to your right, making room for him to sit while he summons a chair out of thin air.

"Alright, since it's both of us playing now, you use your hands on the right side while I'll play the left, got it?"

You slowly nod, chewing at your lip as you try to read the printed sheet of paper with the notes on it.

Bill notices, reaches a hand over and burns the paper.

You shriek.

"Won't be needing that. C'mon, I'll show you."

...

It's been an hour. At most. Fuck it, you don't even know, it feels like forever when Bill is teaching you every. single. way how to "properly" play the piano.

Time feels insanely fast yet incredibly slow when you've got this yellow geometric demon talking your ear off about the fact that your hands have been playing the wrong notes for the past five minutes.

The funniest part? Well, probably not to you once you find out but, you've not been playing wrong, at all.

Bill has been lying to you for the past... twenty minutes? 'Your hand is too far right.' ... 'No! You press the black key there, not the white one!' ... 'You join me during this part, no sooner, no later.'

He has been lying to you because it's nice to see you struggle. But that's not the only reason.

He lies because he loves the small pout your mouth makes when he tells you that you're wrong for the millionth time and the way how it changes to a small smile when he tells you that you've done it right this time.

He lies because he enjoys the way your eyes are staring so intensely at him, listening to every word he says and making sure you listen to him and get everything correctly.

He lies because he enjoys the way your hands glide over the piano keys when you start playing, the song and the beautiful melody coming out of the machine when you're so focused on playing it, that you don't seem to notice the way Bill is staring so affectionately at you, that he nearly forgets to play his part after.

Bill's never been so in-love in his entire lifespan, of course, he's been in love with you.

But there's something special when you want to learn something just because you saw him doing it before.

He offers to play piano with you every week, before it seems to turn into every day.

He knows it's worth it because of the smile that grazes your mouth when you nod furiously and race to the piano.

He hopes that the music that's been playing from the piano will touch the melody of the love between you.

(AHIUSHIUSDHADS IM SUCH A SOFTIEEE :((( ILOVE HIM AND I DONT CARE IF THIS IS OUT OF CHARACTER I WANT HIM TO BE SOFT TOO SOEMTIMES <33)

awe oh my gosh this is cute (*´▽`*) i’m not personally a diehard Bill lover but I do like this scenario. also at this point you should start a blog of your own, haha! you’re very good at writing!!

thank you as always for your ask 🫶

[k8kaa]

MV1 : GAMER BOY

content : nsfw , 17+ , mdni , afab reader . 2020 , your stuck at home with your boyfriend because of the pandemic , you grow fond with the way he looks all focused on his pc and when you didnt notice you seduced him on camera.

a/n : i usually dont thrist over max but godd he made me act up when hes on that pc.. strong arms and omgg -silva

you overhear your boyfriend yelling because he’d lost while playing video games with his friends. you were in the kitchen , making him something to eat . you were turned on by the sight of him wearing his glasses focused on the game , so determined… what a man. you were wearing just a white laced shirt and white small shorts . so entering his office was risky as you werent wearing normal clothes, but you were too desperate. you enter his office, his hand on the weel .. so sexy. “max , i made you cookies” you came closer to him handing him the plate and kissing him . “woah woah girlfriend moment.” you hear his friends say . you curled up in his lap with your hand on his shoulder facing max , and his on your waist. “baby im streaming” max mumbled. “okay bye bye guys!” you turned around and ended the stream, turning off his pc. “hey! what the fuck” he yelled . “ these glasses are driving me insane, you dont know what your doing to me verstappen. ” you kept kissing him . he smirked at the thought of just how whipped he got you

“your getting off my thigh already, you pathetic whore” max degrading you made you so wet, he placed his big hands on your sides. you grind on his thigh, as max degrades you more and more you released on his thigh. “m—max..i wanna fuck..” you whined. “what a fucking slut, you wanna make more of a mess? hm? whos got you all wet like this?” max questioned you as he had a finger inside you. his fingering was so good, he knew where to go fast .. you were whinnying his name , he kept making fun of you. he was so evil.. thats what turned you on about him. you felt your climax rise as maxs pace got faster “c—cumming!” you moaned . “no you dont.” he stopped mid way. “beg” max demanded “plea—, please max please let me cum!” you whinnied. “good girl, now you can cum” he said, you released on his fingers, and in an instance you were sucking on maxs fingers. “clean them you fucking slut” he ordered, you’d never sucked fingers better in your life. you were kissing max , unaware he was removing your panties and shorts. “m—max can we please fuc— AA!” you jumped at the sensation of having his member inside you all of a sudden. he was so big , max gripped your waist as you were bouncing on his cock. you loved being used , you were overly nice to him for a reason .. the thrusts were deep and hit all the spots “fuck ,, this tight pussy was everything i needed” max groaned . you were crying because of how big this man was , deep thrusts were amazing , especially with a huge cock like his “ your crying? tch , what a pathetic slut.” max made fun of you again and again . moans and sniffs were all that you replied with. “max—! fuck! ‘m cumming..” you moaned. “wait.” two more thrusts and you felt him twitch inside you. “cum for me” you released all over his cock. god that was the best sex you’ve had in a WHILE. “you did good , now lets clean you up .. you can barely walk.” max carried you to your bathroom for a nice bath.

༺｡° © lec8rcs . do not, plagarize, copy, or translate any of my works .

[seongminiz]

dilf!minhee thoughts

minors dni ; dilf!minhee x fem reader ; ~438 words

warnings : age gap (not specified how much) , infidelity , reader is a homewrecker n they r both just not good ppl overall , little bit of a size kink bc ... yea , some jealousy n toxic behavior , breeding , unprotected sex , babytrapping , srsly if u dont like this kind of content dont read it ‼️

not proof read ! this might be the best thing i've ever written im giggling kicking my feet i just had a burst of productivity n started writing down things i dont even know if any of this makes any sense

being a homewrecker with dilf!minhee ? seducing him to cheat with the hot uni student who babysits his toddler . his marriage has been going to shit for a while now - mostly a marriage of convenience between two rich people - but u were just what he needed to ruin it to the point of no return !

just like he ruins u everytime his (soon to be ex) wife is away for the night - be it for work or because they had a fight . whining (bc he might be a dilf but hes also a pathetic man („• ᴗ •„) /pos) in ur ear abt how hes going to make u a mommy and breed u so full u won't be able to keep it in as he relentlessly pounds into ur overstimulated n abused hole ,, n u cant help but mindlessly nod at his words , not fully processing the consequences of ur actions when u r too focused on being fucked so so good .

n same goes for him , he should be the better person here , be more mature , understand that what u two r doing is wrong - keyword : should . he couldn't care less , all he cares abt is filling u up n seeing u struggle to take his cock whole bc hes just too big for u no matter how many times he fucks u , promising that next time it won't hurt as much , and when it does indeed hurt he quiets your cries down by kissing u , whispering against ur lips that he'll make it fit („• ᴗ •„)

n then as days , weeks , months pass without him actually breaking off his marriage u start getting impatient , jealous because he promised he would divorce as soon as he could . but his words r starting to sound more n more like empty promises , just like all those things he tells u abt having a family with you , they r nothing but words empty of value he says in the heat of the moment .

so , u do what sounds like the best solution to u . u get minhee to fuck u more than usual , riling him up with every chance u get so u can end up with his cock buried deep in ur cunt , tip brushing against ur cervix so well u almost forget abt ur plan , going as many rounds as u can n never letting him come outside , not even once . already relishing in ur victory , holding back a smile at the idea of putting on your best act once that pregnancy test will show positive and he'll have no choice but to be with you !

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Hi um terrible sorry to bother you rn with a maybe loaded question but what would be each turtles biggest concern(?) issue(?) once they leave splinter and like move to the hidden city? I have a decent idea for donnie and leo but have barely have any for raph and absolutely nothing for mikey

This may or may not turn into something im working on for this tmnt iteration

not entirely sure what you mean by concern so I'll try to wrap my head around "issue." but even that's pretty broad, since they have a lot of overlapping issues.

so like, they've all got PTSD. just to get that outta the way. i think ive talked about this before but i cant find those posts sooo here's to hoping i dont contradict myself!

Raph: Raph mostly struggles with figuring out his identity outside of being a protector. he also focuses a lot on trying to remain present (not dissociate) and being more in touch with his bodies needs, as well as his emotional needs. it's hard for him to pick up new hobbies because he can't really tell what he likes?? so that's what hes doing in therapy, trying to figure himself out and learn how to better take care of HIMSELF instead of others. and like, see himself as a person haha.

Mikey: Mikey gets a bit high off of freedom and kind of goes crazy throughout his twenties, lots of sex, parties, magic drugs, normal drugs, he's down for whatever. he's kind of all over the place and he loves it at first but then he realizes it might not be a great way to live for him. he wants to have something to show for his life and work and like, find a community (while still being insane sometimes :>) and he ends up doing a lot of charity work, painting murals, and a bunch of other stuff. eventually he stumbles his way into a tattoo apprenticeship. His whole thing is basically figuring out how to be his own impulse control, with a side of guilt because he feels like he's the "least traumatized" of his brothers (he still has PTSD it just usually shows up differently than in his brothers)

Mikey also really, REALLY hates being called stupid (not as a joke, like if he fucks something up and someone says hes dumb or something). Splinter always said he was the dumbest one of them all and he acts like he doesn't care, BUT HE DO. it really gets under his skin.

Leo: a lotta self hatred on his end tbh. he spends a lot of time as the hidden cities protector trying to atone for his past mistakes. he feels both fragile and like he's walking on eggshells around his brothers because he knows that he's made most of their problems worse. he also feels like what he went through isnt as bad, because splinter liked him the most. so he's got a similar guilt thing going on as Mikey, with the added pressure of feeling like he has to "earn" his place with his brothers, the way he had to "earn" his place as Splinters favorite.

Donnie: Donnie goes to college pretty early into moving into the hidden city, which he's super excited about! he gets into a really bad relationship for like a year or two with Adelaide, and after that just kind of becomes more and more suicidal until he attempts to kill himself. im not actually entirely sure about the timeline here but yeah, he deals with a lot of sexual & relationship trauma as well as self esteem issues (literally only conceives of himself as pathetic and weak), intrusive thoughts, and suicidal ideation.

donnie doesn't feel like he'll ever be good enough for anything, and he resents the people around him for disagreeing because he thinks they're lying to him.

hope that wasnt all too rambly for ya!