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Heyyy, Iâm new to your account but I absolutely adore it and I think you and your anons are amazing. I hope to be apart of the âcrew,â are any of these available: đȘœ,đ«§,đ,đ§,đ©°,đ,đ§ž,đŒ? Whichever youâd like is fine with me đ
Moving onđ:
You and Anakin have been dating for years, youâve recently married 1 year ago today. You wanted to make things special for your long time lover before he returned home from work, and what better way to do that other than a nice hot meal and a pretty girl?
You began cutting up some onions, as you were cutting them you began to tear up and sneezed. When you sneezed the knife slipped and gave you a cut on your finger, you screamed in pain and held your finger tightly, you ran to the bathroom and grabbed your medkit and began to wrap your finger.
You sighed, frustrated at yourself for being so careless. âOkay,â you huff, âback to cooking before Ani gets home.â
You pick yourself up and head back to the kitchen, you eventually finish making dinner and head up to your bedroom to get ready. You put on Anikanâs favorite dress that heâs bought you, and did your hair, you pop on some mascara as well as your choice of lipgloss or lipstick.
You hear the click of the front door opening and Anakinâs sweet honey voice call out for you and announcing his arrival.
âHoney Iâm home!â (Cliche, I know.)
Youâre walking down the stairs and his eyes set on you in all your glory.
âWow⊠angel you look⊠absolutely stunning.â Heâd say, smiling at you, his world.
âThank you my dear, dinner is ready, shall I serve you?â You say with a smile as you place your hands on his chest.
âIf itâs not too much to ask.â He said and looked down at your hands.
âAngelâŠâ He said gently as he took your hands into his, caressing them with his thumbs.
âHow about you rest baby.. itâs evident in your hands how hard youâve worked to make today special. Iâll feed and massage you, itâs my turn to take care of my princess. Our anniversary will be about you tonight honey.â
Heâd kiss your injured fingers and your forehead, hugging you closely and setting you down on the couch.
And I donât have the power to keep writing but UGHHHH JUST IMAGINE THE WAY HEâD TAKE CARE OF YOUUUUU AAAA-
ahhhh new anon hiiiii!!!
i absolutely love sweet ani. we all know he'd be totally WHIPPED. i feel like a little part of him would feel a little guilty that you'd go and cook him such a nice meal, especially now that he knows that you hurt yourself in the process. he just thinks you're perfect, what did he do to deserve such a pretty little wife?
(also i think 𫧠would be so cute for u hehe)
#anon đ«§#i wanna be his little wife :(#nai answers!#anakin skywalker#anakin x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#anakin#hayden christensen#hayden christensen x reader#st4rfckerz
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do you think you could write an anthony vaughn smut in the futureâŠ? i want him saur badđđđâŒïž
i def can and will! thatâs my man so best believe that iâll get smth out for him asap, if you have any specific requests pls lmk, i already have a couple of requests for him too that you can look forward to!
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not even in my sooby bias rut rn but still think ab those pics at least once a day the glasses n lipbite r basically saying 2 bounce on his cock ^_^
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agreeing so hard holy fuck
and i will, he knows i will, without hesitation. baby all fucked out with his glasses askew, so needy he didn't even take them off :((
#ada speaks :)#ada answers đ#adas anons <3#anon đ«§#adas hard hours#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#txt smut
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hihihi, did you change your layout? looks so pretty đ«§
I did!!! And I'm about to change some details again đ
but thank you đ
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Ghost getting you a dildo thatâs a mould of Prices cock, he probably didnât tell you thatâs what it was, he just wanted to see you all stretched out on his captains cock. Of course what he didnât expect was how much he desperately wanted to use the dildo on himself. Everytime he saw how much pleasure it brought you he was desperate for it. So, he gives it a try. And fuck does it feel good. He just canât help himself, he has to take a video to send to Price. A video of him desperately fucking himself with his Captains cock over and over. And god does that video drive John insane. Ghost has no choice, he has to ask you if you can have a three way with him and John. And to his excitement you agree. When John joins you in bed though, you can help but notice how familiar his cock looksâŠ
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The familiar stretch and burn of him filling your cunt, pushing all the air from your lungs as you toss your head back, and John is caressing your thighs, cooing down at you as one of his hand slides down to thumb your clit, small jerky circles that have your legs tensing and sobbing as John pushes deeper. âAtta girl, biiiiiig stretch sweetheart. Câmere Simon, give your pretty girl a kiss.â
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shy!reader has been pretty much m.i.a all week, and fratboy!chris does not care. no seriously, he doesnât care.
heâs just kept his eyes peeled every night through crowds of sweaty bodies jammed into his living room, and even through the sluggish crowds of tired students in college hallways, yet he couldnât find you.
it was on the 6th night when chris was seriously considering showing up at your place â for no reason just he needed your lit notes, of course âwhen he received a text from nick.
nick, the eldest â and no doubt more mature âtriplet. chrisâ eyebrows furrowed at the notification, why was nick texting him at 10:30pm on a weeknight? kid cares way too much about being on time for class in the mornings
â
Nick: *image attached* isnât this one of your girls?
â
the somewhat blurry picture was taken from a distance in the old, dusty library on campus. you sat in a corner, a mess of notes, books and your laptop sprawled on the desk in front of you. you looked weak, your hair a mess, bags prominent under your eyes.
before chris could even react, his phone buzzed again
â
iâm not a total creeper, iâve just noticed her here every night this week and iâm pretty sure she has not changed her sweatshirt once
or pretty much left this library.
i seriously hope this is actually her and not a complete stranger
you know what, iâm talking to her. donât change my mind.
â
chris groaned, the realisation of finals week dawning on him. sometimes chris forgets how much college actually means to you, and how ridiculously sick it makes you.
he did not have time for this, he had customers to please, yet - he didnât hesitate. heâs huffing and complaining pretty much the whole time, but heâs quick to make his way over to the library heâs really not too familiar with, saving you from the shackles that is a conversation with a redbull fueled nick sturniolo.
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you can take it from here, love u pooks mwah
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gonna take it from here in shy!readers pov cos i want nick and shy!reader to have some one on one time before fratboy!chris grumpily comes over !!
your back aches with a constant throb, your eyes feel gritty and sore, and a dull headache pulses at your temples, making it difficult for you to concentrate. hunched over in the dimly lit corner of the library, you've spent countless of hours â days â buried in textbooks, scribbles notes and laptop screens, desperately trying to absorb everything before your exams.
the week has been relentless, leaving you physically and emotionally drained, as if the weight of your studies is pressing down on you.
you haven't seen chris in almost a week. the silence has been deafening â no texts lighting up your phone, no calls breaking the quiet, and no facetime calls at late hours. truth be told, you did put your phone on do not disturb, silencing any incoming calls to shield yourself from distractions. it's not that you intended to cut off all communication completely; you simply needed space.
you needed to be alone, to gather your thoughts, and to focus on your studies, to not be distracted by his intense social life.
however, you are distracted when someone slams a stack of textbooks onto the table opposite you, the sound echoing in the quiet space. startled, you lift your tired gaze, and your heart thumps when you recognise a familiar that slumps into the seat across from you.
he runs a hand through his tousled mullet, adjusting the thin-framed glasses that rest on the bridge of his nose before flashing you a friendly grin.
you know who he is. you've seen him in countless pictures and instagram posts with chris and matt. yet, despite your familiarity with his image, you've never met him in person â you never even spoke a word to each other, and you find yourself sliding further down in your seat, a wave of awkwardness and shyness washing over you.
"helloâfuck!" nick curses as he sets his can of red bull down on the wooden table, only for it to topple over and spill a little. flustered and annoyed, he mutters under his breath, hastily dabbing at the tiny droplets on the table with the sleeve of his sweater. his eyes finally meet yours again, and he offers another grin. "hello."
"hi.." you manage to respond, your voice barely above a whisper.
"i've noticed that you're, like, constantly glued to this fucking seat, like you haven't moved the entire weekâ" nick pauses mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he realises how awful his wording sounds. he quickly holds up his hand, a look of urgency in his expression. "i'm not a creep. i wasn't staring at you. i know youâi think i know youâno, i do know you. you're, like, kinda with my brother. chris. that's you, right? god, tell me that's you, 'cos i'm gonna end up losing my mindâ"
"yeah," you cut off his intense rambling, which is probably fuelled by the red bull he keeps fidgeting with. "that... that's me, yeah."
nick blinks at you in silence for a moment before he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, and he bluntly says. "wow, you really are quiet," you become a little flustered at that, tearing your gaze away from him until he asks incredulously. "the fuck are you doing with chris of all people?"
a subtle smile pulls at your lips at that, especially when you glance back at his face and see the shock etched across it. honestly, you don't even know what you're doing with chris, but it wouldn't exactly be appropriate to go into the details with his brother. so, you simply shrug your shoulders in response.
nick suddenly deadpans. "blink twice if you need my help."
now that makes you laugh â a genuine, unexpected sound that splutters past your lips. you quickly cover your mouth, eyes widening as the sound echoes through the library and you glance around, paranoid that someone might shoot you the dirtiest look and demand you to shut up or leave.
but nick waves it off dismissively when he notices your worries, "they can go fuck themselves."
you remain silent for a moment, considering his words, before stating, "we... are in a library."
"then they can go fuck themselves quietly."
another genuine, but quieter, laugh escapes you. you find yourself relaxing a bit more with him, opening up and feeling more comfortable as nick takes charge of the conversation; showing genuine interest in your major, your studies, and your hobbies.
you do the same, getting to know him better, and even getting a little excited when you realise how many similarities you share. the more you chat, the more your cheeks start to hurt from smiling so much. the tiredness that had once taken over you begins to fade away, replaced by a lightness you haven't felt in days, and your books and notes sit forgotten on the table.
however, your head perks up in surprise when you spot chris walking through the double doors. he's wearing a beanie on top of his head with tuffs of curly hair peeking out, a hoodie that swallows his frame, and his hands are shoved deep in the pockets of his sweatpants.
he glances around the library, his eyes finally zeroing in on you and nick at the far end of the room. you can't quite read his expression â his face stoic as he makes his way over.
he drops down in the chair beside you, and nick immediately pulls a face, shooting you a look that makes you giggle again, and chris huffs at the sound, clearly unimpressed.
"stop botherin' her," chris mutters, his foot hooking comfortably beneath your chair as he settles in.
"m'not."
chris rolls his eyes, ignoring nick's response as he turns his attention to you. he takes you in for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing as he says, "tell him he's botherin' you, kid."
you can't help but smile gently. "he's not bothering me. he's been fun.. i like his company."
"told you," nick muses across from across the table. chris snaps his head towards nick, shooting him a glare as nick lifts the can of red bull to his mouth, a smirk spreading across his lips as he adds, "bitch."
#áŻê°asksê±#áŻê°anonê±#áŻê°đ«§anonê±#â fratboy!chris#â shy!reader#â bsf!nick#â fratboy!chris x shy!reader#â bsf!nick x shy!reader#â
âź sturniolo hours !#â
âź chris hours !
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Babe, imagine Dazai, but like tied up with a collar and all, vibrator stuffed into him while he's whimpering and rubbing himself against you like the shameless slut he is
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heâs such a pathetic whore.
you canât even cuddle innocently on the couch after work without him trying to jump you. it was a long day and youâre exhaustedâyou told him this, but heâs relentless. please, just let me fuck your thighs! please, just let me grind on your ass! he wants you that bad? fine, he can have you, but youâre going to use the last remaining bit of energy you have to lead him to bed by the neck of his shirt and sit him down before you slide the box out from beneath the mattress.
âquit squirming,â you tell him as you snap the collar around his throatâhe doesnât quit squirming, it only spurs him onâand move to bind his wrists behind him with the pretty black length of rope. you slip the remaining length through the d-ring at the back of his neck, bowing his back in a subtle arch before ordering him onto his knees with his face in the pillows.
itâs cute to watch him struggle, fall face-first a little bit as he positions himself where you want himâyouâre coating your fingers with lube as his back falls into a more severe arch, his pretty ass wiggling in the air. he lets out a shameless, full-bodied moan when you yank his boxers down and circle the rim of his hole; another when you start to work him open on one finger, then two; heâs trying desperately to fuck back against you by the time youâre slipping the vibrating plug into him, whining about how he needs it, this is torture, it wouldâve been easier if you wouldâve just let him fuck you.
you tsk at him as you nestle the plug in his ass down to the base and fish the little remote out of the box.
âlay down,â you coo as you snap the waistband of his boxers back in place and slide the box back under the bed; again, itâs cute to watch him struggle. but he ends up on his stomach, elbows bent to accommodate the rope connected to his collar, and you get up to flick the light off before snuggling into bed next to him, satisfied with your work.
âbaby,â he whines.
you shush him, nuzzling against him, wedging your thigh between hisâgod, heâs hardâand, with the remote in hand, slinging your arm across his waist. he scrambles against you, desperate for friction in the crook of your hip; with your other arm curled beneath his head, you settle in, sigh, and press a soft kiss to his trembling lips before closing your eyes and clicking the vibrator on to the lowest setting.
âah!â he gasps, his pelvis hitching against yours.
âgo ahead,â you mumble to him. âget yourself off. told you âm tired.â
so he ruts against you steadily as you drift off to sleep, sobbing quietly in a way that fades into white noise for you. youâre pretty sure he calls you cruel a couple times before you totally lose consciousness, but you just smile a little through your barely-awake state, not even gracing him with your usual praises of good boy, Osamu, doing so good for me. maybe you are cruel.
youâre totally asleep by the time he cums, whining and making a sticky mess against you in his boxersâas he twitches against the aftershocks of his climax he wonders if youâll leave him like this all night, vibrator in his ass, arms bound behind him; how the hell is he supposed to sleep now? you are cruel.
he wakes up from an uncomfortable sleep in the early hours of the morning to you undoing his restraints, working the plug out of himâand heâs unbearably hard again.
âmorning, good boy,â you whisper. âstill wanna fuck me?â
you better believe he stretches his sore arms out, cracks his neck and rolls on top of you with fervorâwhether or not youâll regret what you did to him a mere few hours ago will be up to you. âč
#this got out of hand#sorry for being an ask hoarder#but this one is resonating today#dazai x reader#dazai smut#bsd smut#reid speaks.á#with loveâreid#nnnsfw.á#. . .𫧠anon
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imagine having a sleep over at megumis and toji decides to steal you away once he finally passes out đźâđš his shirts and sweats probably have cigarettes burns in them
you gave me sm toji brain rot
-𫧠anon
we gave each other toji brainrot anon đ€ kind of a part 2 to the kinktober toji fic
WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. f! reader, unprotected, mild daddy kink, some anal play, degradation, toji being toji
youâre shifting on your feet, lips trapped between your teeth as you ring the doorbell. youâre early to the sleepover by a full hour.
you donât know what you want to expect. if itâs toji, sitting on the couch, glass of some cheap shit on the armrest and hand tucked into his sweats.
or if itâs megumi, waiting at the door, bowl of popcorn by his hip and tv blasting because his dad isnât home to scowl about the noise.
megumi does open the door. and toji does sit there.
and somehow, thatâs the least likely, worst case scenario.
âhey,â megumi greets you, stepping aside to let you in.
toji doesnât spare you a glance, so you let your eyes travel all over him. his bare feet propped up on the center table, his arm behind his head and fingers scratching his hair.
megumi notices you looking and â thankfully â only clicks his tongue, believing youâre just as irritated at his fatherâs presence as he is.
and are you? youâre unsure.
you donât know how to face toji. you donât know how to interact with him anymore, if you even should.
you sleep over at megumiâs house all the time, but right now you suddenly forgot how it even goes. do you take your shoes off at the genkan? do you leave your bag by the door?
you decide to just walk to megumiâs room wordlessly, taking the long way behind the couch as to not block tojiâs view from the tv.
this doesnât go unnoticed by either men.
megumi follows you inside, closing the door behind him and plopping down on his bed.
âso are we starting with the first movie?â he flips his laptop open. âitâs the best one, anyway.â
âuh, yeah, sure,â you sit down beside him hesitantly.
youâre just now noticing how much megumi and toji look alike and itâs freaking you out.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you today?â blunt as always. blunt as toji.
âhuh? dude, chill,â you lie down, placing the laptop on your lap. megumi eyes you suspiciously before lying down beside you. âi just didnât sleep much last night.â
âright,â he says, skeptical but disinterested, and presses play.
every minute of the movie is torture â on the screen and in your head.
around the beginning of saw iii, megumi orders pizza. him, you and toji eat in silence.
complete silence. he doesnât even look at you.
why isnât he looking at you? youâre in your pajamas already. no bra. short shorts. you thought youâd both established that that worked on him.
toji wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and gets up, with a grunted clean up when youâre done.
itâs so frustrating, the total lack of attention, and youâre starting to get pent up. settling back down next to megumi to watch fucking saw iv and hear him question the viability of each trap drives you crazier by the minute.
when you finally tuck in for the night, youâre anything but relaxed.
what happened to âyou have one more hole for me to wreck donât youâ? tojiâs so full of shit, probably too drunk to even get it up tonight anyway.
itâs those angry thoughts that lull you to slumber, regret settling deep in your gut for having ever let that horrible man inside you.
not long after you fall asleep, however, youâre stirred awake, a soft, sake-soaked breeze blowing over your face.
you crack one eye open, no surprise in your gaze because who else could it be.
tojiâs smirking, crouched down, eyes searching all over your sleeping form. it sends a chill down your spine.
what do you want, you mouth to him, anger persisting against the arousal already starting to build within you.
his grin grows wider, wilder. he gets up slowly and beckons with two fingers, and like the silly fucking slut you are, you follow.
you â not toji â make sure to gingerly close the door to megumiâs room before you turn around to face him. or rather, face his chest, the flimsy cloth littered with cigarette burns that covers those muscles you finally got to know so well.
âhello?â is all you can manage to say.
he loves your indignation, loves the brattiness, will love to fuck it out of you tonight, too.
âwhat, donât want it?â
you roll your eyes.
âyou had to wait until megumiâs right there to say you wanna do it?â your focus wavers as he runs his hands up and down your waist. âyou couldnât have pulled me aside before?â
toji presses his leer to the side of your throat, caging you in against the wall right by the door. you let out a soft moan, hands already reaching for his arms.
âhad to make sure you two werenât gettinâ it on,â he growls into the crock of your neck, making you grimace in disgust. âi donât like to share my toys, yâknow.â
âew, heâs your son,â the irony in your statement isnât lost on you, the person you should actually be ewing at.
you push him away and the feeling of his abs under your palms is enough to break any rest of resolve you had in you.
toji lets out a low, satisfied laugh, throwing his head back. âexactly why i worry.â
soon enough, and unsusprisingly, he has you bent over the kitchen island, pussy stretched out and dripping on his thick cock.
âshut the fuck up,â he keeps saying when you moan, only to fuck you harder and faster and deeper.
the furniture is digging into your belly, your forearms skidding on the top. you whine softly, angling your hips so he can hit that one spot inside you that makes you see stars.
âohhh yeah, fuck back into me,â he grabs your hair and you let out a yelp, punished with a blow to your ass. still, you do as youâre told, the sounds of your skin slapping against his growing louder, quicker.
ât-touch me, touch me, make me cum,â you beg in a desperate whisper, head straining in his grip.
toji laughs, dragging his cock out of you slowly before plunging all the way back in.
âshut up, slut,â and god, why is that so hot to you, âlast i checked you werenât in a position to make demands.â
you whimper, trying to snake a hand down your clit to do it yourself.
suddenly, toji stops.
âah, that reminds me,â he slowly, torturously slowly to make you feel every inch of him, pulls out of you completely. then he pokes your asshole with the head of his cock.
âno,â you say in a panicked breath, trying to turn around in his grip. âno, no, not today, definitely not right now noââ
âshhh, fuck, be quiet,â he wraps his entire forearm around your throat and brings your body into his chest, nibbling at your jaw. âyouâre gonna like it.â
âi donât want to,â itâs one last attempt, the most honest one you have. toji likes fucking with you, flustering you, that much is obvious.
but is he seriouslyâ and without any prep, too?â
he chuckles low in his throat, right into your ear.
âthen ask me not to.â
he slides the tip back into your cunt and you relax a little, even moving your hips back and forth like hey! look how good my pussy is! can you just stay in it and not ruin my ass please!
âplease donât fuck my ass,â you try.
âhmm,â he hums, sliding his cockhead out. then back in. then back out.
âplease, toji, donât fuck my asshole tonight,â you clench around him, trying to take more of his length inside.
ânot good enough, whore,â he slams all way back in, shoving your body into the sharp wood and making you wail. toji starts moving, fucking little noises out of you with every thrust. âsay, âno please daddy not there, not my little asshole!ââ
you let out a long, pitchy whine, clawing at the arm around your neck.
âdo it or else,â toji gathers up some wetness at your entrance with your thumb and presses it to your asshole, rubbing little wet circles.
âfuck you, tojâahh,â his finger slips inside and you clench down hard. âplease! please daddy not there, not myââ
toji cackles, fucking you in earnest now, plowing every word and thought out of your brain. youâre grunting with the force of his thrusts, finding purchase in the edges of the kitchen island, knuckles turning white.
âsuch a good little girl, arenât ya,â he says into the shell of your ear, snaking a hand around your hip to rub your puffy clit.
you throw your head back onto his shoulder, legs shaking in between his. âahhh, fuck, d-daddyââ
your orgasm washes over you so forcefully that you feel like folding in two, going limp in tojiâs grip as he chases his own.
he buries a few low, animalistic grunts into your hair before heâs filling up your cunt, aborted little thrusts pushing out staccato breaths from his lips.
he releases his grip on you, cock still spurting out the rest of his load.
once he pulls out, toji keeps feeding his cum into your pussy over and over, telling you to watch the floors before you have to limp your way to the bathroom to clean up.
you do the best you can without taking a shower, body so thoroughly exhausted that you donât even know if youâd have the energy for one.
right now, all you want is to plop down on a soft surface and get some much needed sleep, feeling actually satisfied.
when you leave the bathroom, youâre faced with a groggy, disheveled megumi standing by his bedroom door.
your eyes quickly scan your surroundings.
toji is nowhere to be seen.
megumiâs eyes reveal nothing, none of the thoughts that might be going through his head right now.
as for you, thereâs only one word bouncing around inside your skull:
fuck.
a/n sorry again
#â©.asks#â©.toji#â©.bsfâs dad!toji#toji smut#toji fushiguro smut#toji reader smut#toji x reader#toji fushiguro reader#toji x you#dilf toji#toji x female reader#â©.𫧠anon
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Please accept my humble offering of shitposts based on the Hybrid AU! Asks.
- đŠ Anon
OHMYGOD. CROC! BEIDOU IS FLAT AS FUCK. PANCAKE CROC đš
Iâm actually so enamored by how flat Beidou is, omg. I can just imagine her crawling onto shore where Vet Reader is, exhaling deeply and just flattening out to sunbathe. She doesnât even look like a scary croc anymore, just a flat green tire.
Also Borzoi! Clorinde is so cute. I can see Vet Reader waking up in bed and Clorinde is literally on top of her with her long ass snoot in her face, breathing heavily while waiting for her to wake up Borzoi! Clorinde has no sense of personal space and will shove her snoot in your business đđ.
Also Hamster! Furina begging to suck on your titties đ„ș. Sheâs so small and pathetic, looking up at you with big boba eyes while her little hamster paw-like hands make grabby motions for your chest. I canât believe you edited and drew all of these, these are so shitpost material I love it.
#đ«§feeding the fishes#đŠ anon#animal hybrid au#whenever you guys draw the stuff I ramble about#I feel proud
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so basically you know what would be really funny like just for shits and giggles here
fucking Nikolai in front of Fyodor (if Fyodors alive bcs it was planned blah blah blah Fyodors just alive for some reason) bcs our silly little guy did not deserve what happened to him in the newest chapter đ
JUST FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES HERE,
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For the giggles Iâll just say yes. But I canât write threesomes (I could try, though I doubt my abilities) so letâs just say you recorded it, and told him you were going to send it to fyodor.
Also sorry not sorry to our poor pitiful clown man @me1z0
Dom!reader x sub!Nikolai x fyodor (?)
Reader is gender neutral :>
Warning: pegging (strap can be read as a dick), hair pulling, dirty talk, hand job, a little nipple play, recording
Nikolai was always down for anything and everything you proposed, his playful tendencies made him the experimental type. Sometimes it was hard to keep up with him, with his attitude, but it is very fun once you do catch him off guard. He doesnât get embarrassed a lot, since he is very shameless, which is why you wanted to tryâŠ
âNikolai,â you called out his name, hands on his waist while one of his leg was raised to his chest and the other thrown over your shoulder. âAhh~ yes?â He was drooling as he smiled at you, cheeks flushed rosy and filled with heat. His eyes wield lust within them, as if he was the embodiment of lust in that moment. Then you pulled out your phone and proceeded to record him. The male who was so nicely spread out before you tensed a little, eyes curiously glancing at your phone. âY/n? Are you filming me?â âYep, so try your hardest to look good, Nikolai. Iâll share the video with fyodor later.â You explained to him in a satisfied and bright tone, practically grinning from ear to ear.
He blinked, he blinked twice more and then repeated your words, âfyodor..? You are going to show this to him?â His heart was pounding as his face turned a darker shade of red. Instead of answering him you just started moving again, holding his waist with one hand and your phone withe the other. This was a little tricky to pull off, but it was worth the effort. Every time your hips met his, his back jerked forwards and arched. âAh! Ug-ughmm.,!â You noticed how his gaze changed. It was still one filled with pleasure, but a bit fear mixed with the excitement.
Your dick kept sliding in and out of him, it has gotten fairly easy to do so now. All while you captures his erotic expressions with your phone. No matter what angle though, the real thing was much better. His cries and moans were high pitched, as if he was cheering you on to do more. âMhm!! OhhH, ah-Hahh..! Y/n, hu-ughh.â The little whines he let out were heavenly, the more beautiful voice youâve ever heard. Despite the sudden addition of the phone, he seems to have recovered already. Those mesmerising cries of his only increased in volume, you couldnât help but comment, âtrying to put on a good show for your dear friend?â He threw his head back, then faced you again with his tongue sticking out, âyeeesh, mhm~ ahhHh, gAahH.â
Since both of your hands were busy, and you had to record him properly, you couldnât play with his body some more. That shouldnât become an obstacle for you, so you ordered him to touch himself, âcome on Nikolai, play with your nipples and touch yourself. Iâll record all of it~â as if possessed by a spell, he instantly followed your orders. One hand now pinching his chest and the other one jerking himself off. Soon the pleasure was getting overwhelming, sweat was covering his body and tears started to roll down his cheeks. âMhmMM! UghHh, mhmM-âŠ!âmore and more vulgar sounds spilled from his lips. His long white hair was open and it stuck to his skin, it didnât want to part. You changed your pace to a faster one, rubbing your dick against his insides. It was a subconscious decision, after seeing that slutty expression of his you couldnât help yourself anymore. All you wanted was to ruin this man.
Then you wrapped the hand holding the phone around his leg, the one that was still placed over your shoulder. It was now resting in your elbow, and you leaned down to get closer to him, raising his leg to his chest. He stopped playing with his chest, the hand was now thrown around your neck to hold you closer. The phone was basically inches away from his tears ridden face, capturing every single whimper and groan from him. âHow do you like this, Nikolai?â You asked him, smirking behind the camera. Right now he looked no different than a whore, eyes half lidded and rolling to the back of his head and tongue sticking out with drool rolling down his chin. To be honest you werenât even sure if he could understand you, especially if he can give you a reply. He did open his mouth, but only a series of the most pornographic moans were to be heard, âGaAaHHH, ahHh-mHMM~!! Oh-ohHHHnNn..â
âGood- so, ahHHh, oh-uHHmm, I loOOove- it!! Do-dos- mhm, kuuunâ With great efforts he managed to gasp out some pieces of a sentence, hoping youâd understand him. At this point his mind was blank, filled with nothing but the bliss and ecstasy you brought him. He didnât even care that his dear friend was going to see all of this. Who knows, maybe heâll be jealous even? You couldnât help it anymore, this pathetic sight of his was too amusing. âGreat answer.â He heard you say, this seductive voice of yours paired with those sugar sweet words send him into a twirl of emotions. As if something inside him snapped, he felt his stomach tingle and the rush of blood. Nikolai tried to quickly warn you about it, panting and shaking as he said, âIâm cloOOse ..! AhhHh, so mHMm, closeee!!â
This was going to be a nice shot, you thought as you encouraged him to continue. âGo on, pretty boy, show me your expression while you cum.â With the last bits of strength you have left, you fastened your pace again, watching his eyes flutter and his member twitch. The amount of precum coating his abdomen was amazing, it looked really lewd. But everything pales in comparison to the face he pulled as he came. âaaAAhHHHMM!!!â wave of thick, white load shoot out of him, coating his hand and your stomach with his body fluids. You slowed down after he came, giving him a short break while you stopped the recording. About whether or not you will actually send it to fyodor, you can decide on that later. His chest rose and sunk the entire time, he still hasnât calmed down from his high. You didnât want to let him too, so you soon changed the position, now turning him onto his belly. He was too breathless to talk, and you speculated that he must have lost his voice. Doesnât matter, because soon youâll turn your speculations into reality. With a gleeful smile, you whispered into his ear, ïżœïżœïżœLetâs make a second videoâ
#sub character#sub!character#dom reader#dom!reader#melzo#𫧠anon#sub nikolai#nikolai x y/n#nikolai smut#nikolai bsd
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can we possibly get a part 2 of and then there were three?!
iâm definitely thinking about it!! iâd be open to any suggestions that anyone has because it could go so many different ways
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BABE WAKE UP ADA POSTED !!!?!!! user banggyu0308 dropped another banger âïž
FUCJ BYE THAT WAS HOT I HAVE NO WORDS-đ”âđ«
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THE WAY I BLUSHED AHJBHJBSW if all goes well i should have another out today- (i've got to add some stuff to other things but WE'LL SEE-)
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not very well i've been quite tense and stressed
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I'm sorry you've been feeling this way bubble, if there's anything I can help you just ask đ„ș sending good energy to you đ€Č
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mattâs heart aches a little bit when you reach to hold his hand while heâs eating you out
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UGH YES :(( like heâs such a sucker for intimacy
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imagine being in a poly relationship with the 141. The sex is great, but you have to admit having four guys topping you all the time is starting to get exhausting. I mean they can all fuck and be fucked by each other, whereas you can only get fucked. So naturally, you buy a strap on. Except you donât tell them youâre getting it, and you also donât tell them that the cock you got to wear is insanely hung, thick, and veiny, with a fat knot at the base. You donât even tell them when it first arrives, you sit in your room alone making sure it fits, and getting confident in how it looks on you, before you show them. But you donât just whip it out and show them, oh no. You wait till the five of you are already at it, before excusing yourself to the bathroom, saying you âjust need a minute to cool downâ. And they donât think anything of it, letting you make your escape as the four of them keep going. But when you get to the bathroom, you pull out the strap you had waiting for you. You put it on, adjust it so itâs fits well, then take a deep breath before walking back in. At first they donât notice, too cock and hole drunk off of each other to look your way. Gaz looks over at you first, and the lead whimper he lets out alerts the other men to your entrance. Soaps jaw goes slack, Price groans, and Ghost is sizing you up. They all stare at the fat cock hanging from your pelvis, completely at a loss for words. That is, until Gaz and Soap start shoving at each other to decide who goes first đ€
(Iâve tried to send this ask so many times but it keeps saying thereâs an error so Iâm praying this actually works)
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I
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fuckckforkdkskakskdkkfjrjekdj god damn
god just imagine Simon all fucked out, drooling into the sheets while you just b r e e d his gaped hole, pulling out to watch the way it winks before spitting on it, listening to the slutty little whine he lets out before your teasing his rim with the head of your silicone cock
âsuch a dumb little cock slut arenât you Si?â
#𫧠anon#call of duty smut#simon ghost riley#john price#kyle gaz garrick#johnny soap mactavish#tf 141 x reader#tf141#tf141 smut
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fratboy!chris when he gets word that shy!readers friends have dragged her to a party at a frat house he does not fuck with
dude would still find a way to make a comment about how he literally doesnât care (him rushing over there, pissed off at the inconvenience, severely contradicts that)
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"what is your girl doin' at some other frat party?"
chris barely registers the question over the thumping bass of the rap track pulsing through the speakers and he lifts his head, momentarily distracted from counting crumpled dollar bills he'd made selling drugs all night.
"the fuck are you talkin' about?" chris snaps, his brows knitting together in irritation as nate shoves his phone into chris' line of sight, squinting at the bright screen as it presents an instagram post from your friend with a series of pictures at another frat house. "nah.. nah, s'not her. she's at home. studyin' for some stupidâ"
"bro, it's her." nate insists, his voice cutting through chris' denial as he jabs at the screen, a tag of your username popping up on a photo of you in a short, black dress, one that's never seen you wear before.
chris refuses to believe it's you â of course he does.
why the fuck would you be at another frat house when you've always said you don't like parties? he clings to denial like a lifeline, but as nate scrolls to another picture, your face lights up the screen, a small smile gracing your lips beside your friends. it twists something dark and primal in his gut, igniting an anger he can't shake.
a humourless laugh escapes him, bitter and sharp, as he presses his tongue to his cheek and shakes his head in disbelief. he shoves the crumpled dollar bills into his pocket, the sound of his tongue clicking against his teeth echoing his frustration.
"yeah i uh, i don't give a fuck. nah, don't care." he mutters under his breath, but the words feel hollow as he stands up from the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. he sniffs defiantly, grabbing his phone from the armrest with a sense of urgency.
nate raises his brow, "then where are youâ"
"shut the fuck up."
he's strides away from his fraternity house, jaw tensed and hands buried deep in his pockets, each step driven by a determination that pulses through him. the closer get gets, the louder the music and chaos of the party become, a mix that only fuels his irritation and subtle worry.
he pushes his way inside, shoving past people who block his path, eyes scanning the room frantically in search of you. familiar faces from his own parties greet â the guys giving casual handshakes and dap-ups, while a few girls giggle and tug at his arm.
he uses their attention to his advantage, pulling them in close, leaning down to whisper your friend's name in their ears, knowing she's the more well-known one out of you both.
they eagerly point him in the right direction, and he shoved them away without a second thought, their surprised gasps fading behind him as he navigates deeper into the crowd of bodies.
as he approaches the kitchen, he spots you and your friend filling up your cups, a smile present on your lips. without hesitation, chris saunters over, invading your personal space so suddenly that it makes you flinch back, nearly spilling your drink.
his hand grips your chin, tilting your head up so he can scrutinise your face, searching for any signs of drugs coursing through your veins.
you blink at him in surprise, confused etched across your features. "oh, what are youâ"
"did y'take anythin'?" he cuts you off, voice low and urgent. "someone give you anythin', huh? what have you had? tell me, kid, i swear to godâ"
"no, i didn't take anything," you frown softly, your cheeks squished together by his grip. chris exhales deeply through his nose before he finally pushes your head away, causing you to whine softly. "ouchâ"
"the fuck do you think you're doin'?" you assume he's talking to you, but your surprise deepens when he turns to face your friend, who looks livid at his sudden appearance. "why're you bringin' her here, huh? are you fuckin' stupid?"
"i'm not going back to your stupid frat house again," your friend hisses, glaring back at him. "your asshole of a frat brotherâ"
"yeah, i don't give a fuck about what happened between you 'n my frat brothers, alright? 'cos that shit got nothin' to do with me. at all. sheâ" chris points back at you and you blink innocently, caught in the crossfire. "she got somethin' to do with me, yeah? you don't bring her here, you understand that?"
your friend opens her mouth to argue back, but chris is already pushing you out of the room, his hand pressing firmly against your lower spine as he guides you forward. you remain quiet, chewing your bottom lip nervously as you step outside into the brisk night air, the cold nipping at the bare skin of your arms and legs.
your glance up at chris who walks beside you with a tense jaw, his eyes narrowed at the ground, sniffing angrily.
"are you mad at me, chris?" you ask him softly, a hint of worry threading through your voice.
"nah. nah, not mad at you, kid," chris mumbles, tone gruff as he sucks through his teeth, glancing over at you briefly. he exhales deeply, then moves in front of you, fingers brushing beneath the thin shoulder strap of your dress. "look at you. what're you wearin' this for? never seen this shit before in m'life â got dresses like this lyin' around on the sly or somethin'?"
"it's not mine," you reply quickly, wanting to clarify that it was borrowed from your friend. you take a breath, wanting to address what just happened. "chrisâ"
"y'look pretty, kid," he interrupts, the compliment tumbling out suddenly. the implication is clear: he does not want to talk about it.
"oh, thank you, butâ"
"c'mon. let's go back to mine, yeah? s'borin' here and uh, y'don't need to be here â safer with me, y'know?
you hesitate for a moment, wanting to stay put and try and make him talk to you, but chris is already moving, leading you further away from the party, the tension in his shoulders telling you that he's struggling with his own feelings and emotions.
you can't help but steal glances at him before you speak up again. "chris.. i want toâ"
chris stops abruptly, turning to face you, the intensity in his eyes making your heart race. "i don't wanna talk, a'ight? 'cos yeah, kid, i am mad. m'not mad at you, but m'fuckin' pissed at her for bringin' you here when you don't even fuck with parties anyway. and i â i don't want you caught up in any of that shit that goes on here, okay? jus' wanna go home with you... okay? ...please?"
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