#begging for just a hint of tummy here

[yeyinde]

i feel you about the chiselled abs and the lean physique like 😭 give my a scary dark teddy bear right now! plus it also so saturated... i have never found one where the mml is like, huggable but also still scary yk?

these books always lure me in with a "he's HUGE!" until i realise it's in a body builder way - not a Winston Duke/cedar toss player kinda way. which is a shame because i think a big, gruff pouty bear of a man with the unhinged energy of a dark romance mml would be incredible.

but kinda sorta similar to what you're going for might be Stranded in Montana by Mia Madison. i'm 99% sure its actually a repurposed Jacob Seed fanfic lmao but i really enjoyed it. super short. smutty. liberal use of "scary big man" and "honey." gave it 4 stars on goodreads.

[natalianovnas]

❛❛ 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 ❛❛

꩜ ۫ . SUMMARY :: once more, based on this request ♥

꩜ ۫ . PAIRING :: beefy!natasha x reader

꩜ ۫ . WARNINGS :: fluff, smut (r receiving), established relationship.

꩜ ۫ . WORDS COUNT :: 1.2k

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Morning light slanted through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the bedroom, but your girlfriend was not ready to face the day. Not when she was perfectly tucked between your thighs, head resting comfortably on your stomach, arms wrapped lazily around your waist like a stubborn koala bear.

You ran your fingers gently through her red hair, her muscle-heavy frame stretched across the bed like she owned it—and she did, honestly. You smiled down at her as she nuzzled into your skin like a sleepy cat.

“Baby…” you murmured, voice soft. “You’re gonna be late.”

“Mmm, don’t care,” came Natasha’s muffled reply, words pressed into your belly. “The only thing I’m late for is you.”

You snorted. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

Nat propped her chin on your tummy dramatically, giving you the most unconvincing glare with half-lidded green eyes. “I do make sense, you just don’t understand me. You never understand me."

“Oh my god,” you laughed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Why are you being this dramatic?”

“I am mourning,” Natasha sighed theatrically, as if she were a widow at a funeral. “Mourning the loss of my warm pillow and thigh sanctuary. You’re abandoning me. You, cruel girlfriend.”

“You literally have a mission briefing in—” You glanced at the clock. “Twenty-five minutes.”

“And you have the power to stop time,” she said, voice low and persuasive as she kissed the side of your waist, then again, slower this time. “You could use that power for good.”

You groaned, already melting. “Natasha.”

She blinked up at you, a hint of pout on her lips. “Can’t I just stay here all day? Just…live here. Between your thighs. Happy. Fulfilled. Productive.”

“You’d sleep for hours.” as she always did.

“Exactly. Healing.”

You cupped her face gently, tilting her up toward you. “Tell you what—if you go now and save the world or whatever it is you’re doing today, I promise tonight… I’ll let you lie here again.”

Nat narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Lying for sleeping or… other purposes?”

You leaned down, lips brushing her ear, and whispered: “Other purposes.”

Her ears flushed immediately. “Define ‘other.’”

“Oh, you know,” you purred, “something involving less clothing, more moaning.”

Nat made a strangled sound, burying her face into your stomach again with a groan of suffering. “You are evil. Evil and tempting and unfair.”

“And yet you love me.”

She groaned louder. “Unfortunately.”

You tugged at her arm. “Come on, soldier. You’ll get your reward later.”

Finally, she rolled off you with the grace of a grumpy boulder, grumbling under her breath like a whole drama queen. “I’m holding you to that promise.”

You smiled, standing and tossing her a shirt. “Wouldn’t dream of breaking it.”

As you turned away, Natasha smacked your ass on her way out of bed, grinning smugly. “Just remember—tonight, I’m not the one begging.”

You paused mid-step, eyes wide.

“…Rude,” you muttered.

“Hot,” she corrected.

It was nearly 9 p.m. when Natasha returned, hair damp from a quick shower at HQ, hoodie hanging off one shoulder, and that slow, cocky smirk playing on her lips.

You were already in bed, reading, wearing one of her shirts—which honestly felt like a personal attack on her self-control.

She leaned against the doorframe like she hadn’t just kicked in a door during a mission six hours ago. “I upheld my end of the deal.”

You glanced up, pretending to think. “Hmm. Did you?”

Nat’s eyebrow rose. “You calling me a liar, sweetheart?”

You shut your book, setting it aside. “I’m just saying... I did say you’d get to lie between my thighs again—but not just for comfort this time.”

Her jaw flexed. “You teasing me, baby?”

You cocked your head, curling your finger toward her slowly. “Why don’t you come here and find out?”

She was across the room in three strides.

Natasha crawled onto the bed like a predator, strong thighs straddling yours for a moment before she slid down, settling right back into the position she’d whined about leaving this morning—head between your thighs, except now, her lips were dangerously close to where the fabric of your underwear clung to your skin.

She pressed a slow, reverent kiss to the inside of your thigh. “You promised,” she whispered, voice husky. “This was mine.”

You carded your fingers through her still-damp hair. “Take your prize, Romanoff.”

She smirked.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Your legs were already parted for her—just a little—just enough.

Natasha kissed the inside of your thigh again, slower this time, with purpose. You felt the burn of her gaze as she hooked a finger around the waistband of your underwear, dragging it down inch by inch, her breath ghosting over now-bare skin.

“Missed this all day,” she murmured, voice low and wrecked with want. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how warm and soft you are here…”

She didn’t rush. Natasha Romanoff didn’t need to. She liked to tease—to take her time and make you feel every bit of her need.

Her tongue dragged a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit, and your back arched instantly.

“Mmh—there she is,” she breathed, licking her lips like you were dessert. “Tastes even better than I remembered.”

Your fingers threaded into her hair, not guiding—just holding on for dear life as she kissed your folds again, firmer this time. Her broad shoulders locked your thighs open, no escape, no mercy.

She flattened her tongue and licked you again, again—until your hips started moving with her rhythm.

“That’s it, baby,” she hummed into you, voice vibrating through your core. “Let me have it. Let me take care of you.”

Your moan came out high and soft, completely helpless under the slow, devastating pull of her mouth.

And when she sucked your clit—slow, deliberate, controlled—you cried out her name.

She smiled against you. “Good girl.”

Two fingers slid into you with ease, thick and curling just right, while her mouth stayed glued to your clit. The coil in your stomach twisted hard, building fast and sharp.

“You gonna come for me?” she whispered against your folds. “Right here, right where I belong?”

You nodded desperately. “Yes—yes, Nat, please—”

“That’s my girl.”

And she didn’t stop.

She devoured you.

She pushed you over the edge like she knew every inch of your body—because she did. You came hard, clenching around her fingers, thighs trembling on either side of her head.

But Natasha didn’t move. Not yet.

She kept her mouth on you, lapping up every last bit of your release like she was starving, like she’d been thinking about this since the moment you left her that morning.

Only when you whimpered—completely spent—did she finally, finally pull away, kissing your thigh tenderly.

Then she crawled up your body

And as you were trembling under her touch, eyes blown wide and hands tangled in her hair, she looked up with smug satisfaction and murmured,

“Worth being on time for.”

The rest of the night was full of soft gasps, low moans, and the kind of worship Natasha only reserved for one person: you.

[whore4mattsturniolo]

Dress Up - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

When you'd first brought up the idea of roleplaying, Chris was...apprehensive to say the least.

"You got me fucked up," Chris glared at you, shaking his head as he leans against your headboard, continuing to scroll aimlessly through his phone. In desperation, you did the only thing you could think of: you pouted, sitting in between his legs in an attempt to keep his attention. He merely scoffed, not paying you any mind. He even goes as far as to turn the music playing from the TV up, like he was trying to drown out the sound of your voice. "M'not playin' fuckin' dress up with you, kid."

"It's just a costume, Chris!" You said, suppressing giggles. Chris drops his phone onto his chest, looking up at you with lidded eyes. "And besides...I'd let you pick it out," you smirk, biting your lip in excitement. "C'mon...you know I'mma keep asking until you give me an answer I'm happy with."

And that you did. Over, and over, and over again did you bring the topic up. So much so that Chris had to practically slap his own hand over your mouth, agreeing to the roleplaying bit just so you'd shut up about it.

Which led you to now, peering through the crack in your doorway, watching Chris lay in nothing but his black Calvin Klein boxers, waiting in anticipation. You looked in the mirror once more, making sure every detail was perfect. Of course he had picked out the most revealing costume he could find in Spencer's: a two piece nurse uniform, fully white with red accents. The skirt didn't even go past your hips, leaving your lacy white panties on full display. The top was tied up in a bow in the front, your tits threatening to spill out no matter how many times you tied them up. Your thigh highs somehow kept managing to slide down your legs, the lace bunching up at your knees. You adjusted the headpiece one more time, making sure the the red cross in the middle was perfectly straight, and slowly walked into the room.

Chris sits up immediately, his eyes raking up and down your figure as you saunter to the bed. "Check-up for Mr. Sturniolo?" You smirk, adding a hint of seductiveness to your voice, holding in a giggle.

The corners of Chris' lips tug up into a grin, laughing softly as he runs his hands over his face. "Thaat's me," he smirks back and winks.

You're standing over Chris, caressing his bare skin with your nails, sending goosebumps up and down his arms. "Wonderful. What seems to be the problem?" Chris' bulge starts to strain against his boxer. Your tits spilling out of the tight top, begging to be felt by his hands. The sultry sound of your voice sent shivers down his spine. He was enjoying this way more than he intended.

He clears his throat, humoring you by staying in character. "Well, nurse..." He says, drawing out the title. "I've got this...pain...Heard you were the best one to call for it?" His fingers toy with the hem of your skirt, his eyes trailing from your thighs, to your breasts, all the way up to your eyes.

"That I am," you smile, your own eyes trailing down Chris' figure. His eyes are low, his pupils blown out with lust. "Where's the pain at?"

Chris smirks, grabbing your hand from your side. "Think it's best if I just...show you..." He guides your hand down his chest, feeling each bump and groove. Gently, he rests it over his throbbing bulge, the most gentle of contacts causing his breath to hitch. "S'riiight about here..."

Your eyebrows raise up, gently cupping him through his boxers and palming him ever so slowly. "I see..." You ask, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment and arousal. Chris' chest starts to rise and fall in quick pants as he nods, his breath growing shaky. "Think we'll have to perform a full exam, then," you smirk, pulling down his boxers and sliding them down his thighs. His breath hitches again, cock springing out and slapping against his tummy, before standing fully upright. The tip is red and leaking with precum, the cool air blowing against it making him shiver.

"Shit..." He mutters under his breath, running his hand through his hair as you wrap your hand around his cock. Swallowing thickly, he manages out a small noise. "Whatever...Whatever you gotta do nurse," with a smirk still plastered across your face, you slowly begin to pump him, squeezing him tightly. His entire body jolts, a low groan escaping his lips as he throws his head back against the pillow.

"Gonna make you feel all better...Gonna make all the pain go away..." You smile, rubbing his throbbing tip with your thumb as you continue your slow strokes, tracing each vein with the tip of your nail. A low, unfamiliar whine leaves Chris' mouth, and you look back at him, his eyes shut tight. "Doin' so good," you praise. You feel your own panties getting soaked each second you spend staring at Chris' dick. But you promised you would make this last. You were gonna take your sweet time with him.

"Fuuck yeah, ma..." He murmurs, his eyes opening, watching your movements around his cock begin to quicken. "Feels...better already—"

You laugh softly, humming gently as you rub your thumb over his red, leaking tip, spreading the precum down his shaft and earning another groan from him. Grinning, you continue the teasing strokes, your eyes focused on the reactions he was giving you. “Told you I’d make it better.”

“Knew you would, doc一shit一S’why I came to see you,” Chris’ breath hitches again, his other hand twitching, desperate to feel you, but he resists. “Think I need somethin’ stronger, though,” he breathes out, looking up at you with lidded eyes, his pink lips in a part as small sounds spill out. 

Nodding, you smirk, your grip loosening as you climb onto the bed, moving to straddle him. “I think so too. Looks like it’s not going away,” you cock your head, looking at his twitching length, his thighs trembling with each gentle brush against his skin. You bunch up your already short skirt and peel off your lace panties, discarding them somewhere on the floor and align your entrance with Chris' dick, both of you shuddering. Your slick arousal has already started leaking down your thighs. "Just...Just relax...Let me take care of you, yeah? I'm a professional..." A weak moan escapes your lips as you sink down onto his cock, your walls squeezing him tight as you felt each bump and vein.

Chris moans, his eyes never leaving yours. His hands immediately make their way to your hips, pulling you down further onto his length until you felt his tip nuzzled against your cervix. You throw your head back and rest your hands on Chris' toned chest, not moving a muscle.

As the burning sensation of stretching around him ceases, you slowly start to rock your hips, moaning softly while Chris digs his fingers into your thighs, a silent plea for you to do more than you were. Each roll of your hips sends a shiver down his spine, making him arch his back with each movement, his cock throbbing inside you.

"This strong enough?"' You smirk, watching Chris struggle to stay focused on you while his eyes threaten to shut, holding onto you like a lifeline.

"Mhm..." He nods and lets out a shaky breath. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, his hips bucking up into yours. "S'strong enough, ma—shit—" his sentence is cut off by the feeling of you bouncing on him, your fingers digging into his chest and leaving crecents. His hands moves to your ass with a SMACK, gripping hard to guide your movements up and down his cock.

He starts to fuck you back, his hips matching the rhythm of yours, measured by the rhythmic knocking of the headboard against the wall and the lewd squelching of your pussy clenching around his dick, sucking him back in greedily. Your tits bounce vigorously, almost sliding out of the tied top. Suddenly, Chris' hands reach up to your chest, practically ripping the loose fabric off of you, revealing your perfect, round tits to him. He grabs at them, toying with your hardened nipples as he continues fucking you hard.

"F—Fuck—Baby—" you cry out, your eyes rolling back as your high quickly approaches, the sound of your ass bouncing against his lap and thighs growing louder as your fluids drip from your pussy, making a squelching noise with each movement.

"Best nurse in the fuckin' world....Shiit—there y'go...keep movin' just like that," Chris moans, grabbing at your ass and guiding you up and down, the knot in his own stomach growing tighter. "Gonna make me cum just watchin' you in that slutty lil' uniform," his mutters, his breathing growing ragged. You let out a drawn out moan as your orgasm hits you hard, your legs shaking as you collapse onto Chris' chest, breathing heavily in his ear as he continues his harsh thrusts, chasing his own release.

"Fuuck yeah...Gonna paint this pretty pussy all white...Make sure you get every drop—" He groans, feeling your tight cunt pulsate around his cock, squeezing him tight. His hips snap up a final time before his hot, sticky cum shoots into you and coats your velvety walls, obscenities leaving his lips in between moans.

The two you slowly come down from your highs, and you let out a soft laugh, hearing Chris' quick heartbeat against his chest, his breathing still hard. "How was playing dress up?" You ask, looking up and watching his dishelved appearance. His stubble was grown out, his shaggy hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes were low and half liddied. He lets out a scoff as he tries to keep away the smirk tugging at the corners of his pouted lips.

"Was really fuckin' nice," Chris says, his fingers twirling small circles on your back gently. "Think I'mma have to get you more costumes huh? How d'you feel about cops and robbers?" He grins before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Spencer's was gonna be seeing a lot more of you two

[bytemee]

WICKED GAMES — YU JIMIN.

“bring your love baby, i could bring my shame.”

synopsis. fueled by liquor and jealousy, you show karina that she's not always the one in control.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x (not so)loser!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ smut, g!p reader, p in v (unprotected), degradation (um haha), rough sex, u call karina track #17 off 1989 taylors version by taylor swift (sl*t), spoiler alert she likes it, spanking, backshots or a good career, begging, tummy bulge, jus dirty man im sorry this isn't who i am

words. 3k

authors note. yes im late, yes i was sleep, yes im sorru. prob gonna make a masterlist for mean sorority karina (when i wake up tmr). no men interact w this one cuz yall already get yk...so plz don't ruin it

navigation. main masterlist. series masterlist. prev. next.

the bass from downstairs was still thumping through the walls, but you barely heard it over the sound of your own irritation.

you weren't even supposed to be here tonight. you told yourself that every time—every time karina batted her lashes at you and you showed up anyway, standing on the sidelines, playing the role of her personal support system when you weren't even hers to claim.

and yet, there you were again, nursing a drink that was long since finished, watching as some frat guy leaned in a little too close, grinning like he actually had a chance. karina wasn't exactly entertaining him, but she wasn't shutting him down either. just smiling, letting him talk, letting him think.

you clenched your jaw, rolling your empty cup between your fingers.

the party had dragged on longer than you wanted, but you stayed—because you always did. because karina wanted you there, and for some reason, that was enough.

you hadn't said anything when she let those frat guys linger a little too close, hadn't reacted when she flashed them that signature smile. you just watched, jaw tight, fingers curled around your empty cup, telling yourself it didn't matter.

but now, the night was winding down, and somehow, as always, you ended up here.

karina's room was quiet, muffling the heavy bass still shaking the walls downstairs. you barely acknowledged her as you dropped into the chair by her desk, pulling out your phone, pretending to be more interested in your screen than the way she moved around the room.

she hummed softly as she unzipped her dress, letting it slip off her shoulders, pooling on the floor. the sound of her humming was the only noise between the two of you, and it filled you with an uncomfortable warmth. "you were really quiet tonight," she mused, stepping out of it, now left in just a tank top and shorts.

you didn't answer. just kept scrolling.

karina turned, watching you for a moment before making her way over. she didn't hesitate before settling onto your lap, straddling you, one hand resting on your shoulder while the other tugged at your phone.

your gripped tightened, eyes still glued to the screen. "don't want to talk about it," you murmured, turning your head to avoid her lips.

a small smile slipped onto her lips, and her hand came up, brushing back a strand of your hair. "c'mon, don't be mad at me," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

you rolled your eyes.

karina clicked her tongue, fingers curling around your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. "don't pout, puppy" she cooed. "let's have some fun."

"i'm not in the mood."

"not even for me?" she pressed her hips forward, grinding down on you.

your expression darkened, jaw clenching. "karina—"

karina huffed, her grip on your jaw tightening just slightly. "you're being difficult," she muttered, leaning in, brushing her lips against yours. "thought you liked it when i gave you attention."

"not in the mood," you repeated, pushing her back.

"what, did the guys downstairs upset you?" she said, a knowing smirk slipping onto her face.

Karina stared at your expression for a long moment, waiting for your resounding silence to confirm what she already knew. She chuckled, running a finger along your jaw, leaning in, voice low as she spoke. "are you jealous, puppy?"

your expression hardened.

"shut up," you muttered, grabbing her wrist, releasing her hold on your face. "do you get off being a slut or something?"

karina blinked, eyes widening, her breath hitching slightly. her usual confidence wavered, the teasing expression on her face faltering as a faint blush rose to her cheeks. she opened her mouth like she wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

her wrist flexed slightly in your grip, not in an attempt to pull away, but more like she was unsure of what to do with herself now. for once, she wasn't in control.

"i asked you a question," you murmured, tightening your hold just enough to make her shiver.

karina swallowed hard, lips parting as she stared up at you, the pink blush on her face growing darker. her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip, eyes darkening.

"yes," she whispered, a slight whine in her voice.

"what was that?"

she inhaled shakily, her hips shifting against yours. "y-yes, i get off being a slut," she admitted, a soft moan escaping her.

"that's what i thought," you said, voice low, your free hand dropping to her waist. you squeezed her hip, drawing a sharp gasp from her, your hand drifting lower, squeezing her ass. "you're so fucking annoying," you breathed, leaning in, pressing your lips to her jaw.

"oh, fuck," she gasped, hips pressing forward, hands dropping to your chest. "i'm sorry," she mumbled, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt, clinging onto you as you nipped and sucked at her skin.

you hummed, kissing your way up her neck. "are you?"

karina let out a whimper, her hips grinding down against yours.

"you're the only one i want," she whispered, turning her head, catching your lips in a messy kiss. "the only one who can make me feel this good."

you groaned, the sound muffled against her mouth, your hand gripping her hip, tugging her closer. karina's arms came up, wrapping around your neck, fingers tangling into your hair, moaning against your mouth.

you pulled back, just enough to breathe. "so annoying," you repeated, the words lost to the press of your lips.

karina smiled against your mouth. "i know."

it was all too easy to give in to her. to give her exactly what she wanted. you knew she had you wrapped around her finger, and she didn't hesitate to use it to her advantage.

you hated her, and loved her, and everything in between.

she kissed like a dream, the faint taste of strawberry chapstick lingering on her lips, her tongue hot and eager against yours. a soft moan escaped her as her fingers tangled into your hair, nails grazing your scalp, her hips rolling against you, a breathy whine slipping past her lips.

your grip tightened around her waist before you lifted her effortlessly, turning to drop her onto the bed. she grinned, hands reaching for your shirt, trying to pull you down with her. but you pushed her back, pressing her into the mattress, guiding her onto her stomach, her legs hanging over the edge.

she glanced over her shoulder at you, a teasing glint in her eyes as she let out a soft laugh.

"really? from behind?" she mused, lips forming the slightest pout.

you exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes before gripping her hips, pulling her back until her ass was raised. with one swift motion, you tugged down her shorts and underwear, leaving her bare beneath you.

karina bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her at the cool air.

"you wanted to be fucked, didn't you?" you asked, hand coming down to her ass, a loud slap echoing through the room.

karina jolted forward with a cry, the pain only causing her arousal to grow. "f-fuck," she whimpered, pressing back into your hand, desperate for more. you spanked her again and again, leaving her skin red and warm. karina's cries grew louder, her grip tightening on the sheets, her back arching beautifully.

"please," she moaned, eyes fluttering closed.

you spanked her once more, harder this time, the sound of your hand against her skin ringing in your ears.

"please what?" you murmured, dropping to your knees behind her, pressing a soft kiss to her skin.

"want you," she breathed, a quiet whine escaping her. "wanna be fucked. please, wanna be fucked."

"yeah?"

"fuck me," she pleaded, voice cracking as your belt jingled. karina sighed at the sound, anticipation building, her legs spreading, her hips rocking back and forth, desperate for friction. you could hear her ragged breaths, and you could practically see the way her hands were fisted into the sheets, the way her eyes were squeezed shut, the way she was biting her lip in anticipation.

you pushed down your pants, just enough to release your cock, taking yourself in hand. karina moaned as you lined up, a shiver running through her, the head of your cock teasing her entrance.

"you're gonna be a good girl for me, right?" you asked, hand trailing up her back, tugging at her hair.

karina's response was a high-pitched whimper, her hips pressing back against you. you pulled harder, tugging her head back, forcing a moan from her throat.

"use your words, baby."

"yes!" she gasped, her hips pressing back, desperately trying to find purchase. "yes, yes, i'll be good. i'll be a good girl. just fuck me. please, please fuck me. i need it. i need you. please."

"good girl."

karina cried out, fingers curling into the sheets as you sank into her. her mouth fell open, head tipping back, her eyes squeezing shut as her jaw fell open. she was so wet and hot and tight, and it felt so good, and she looked so perfect, and you were going to ruin her. you groaned, sinking deeper and deeper into her until your hips were pressed flush against hers.

"oh, fuck," she whined, her back arching.

you let go of her hair, letting her fall forward, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. you grabbed her hips, digging your fingers into her skin hard enough to leave bruises, and started to move. karina moaned, fingers scrabbling at the sheets, desperate to find something to hold onto, as you fucked her into the mattress.

your pace was quick, a mix of shallow thrusts and deep ones, never letting up, never giving her a chance to recover. her voice cracked as her moans grew louder, her body shuddering, the pressure building in her core.

"you like being fucked like a little slut?"

"y-yes!" she gasped, nodding, her eyes rolling back as your cock hit the perfect spot. "f-fuck, fuck, fuck. so fucking good, feels so good, god, i'm gonna cum. don't stop. i'm so close. fuck, i'm gonna—!"

"not yet."

"p-please!" she cried, voice cracking, her hips stuttering.

"hold it," you warned, voice low, a dangerous edge to your tone.

she sobbed, shaking her head. you gripped her hips tighter, controlling the pace as she whimpered in frustration, on the brink of release.

she cried out as you slapped her ass, a harsh sting spreading through her. you gripped her hair, tugging her head back, forcing her back to arch. she moaned, the new angle hitting deeper, her voice cracking, her walls tightening around you.

"are you going to cum?"

"yes!"

"say it."

"i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum, please let me cum," she whimpered, a desperate sob escaping her. "p-please. please, i'm so close, please let me cum, fuck, please."

you growled, a low, possessive sound, and you reached for her chin, pulling her head back even further. "cum for me, rina."

the moment the words left your mouth, karina's body jerked forward with a scream. her thighs shook, her hips bucked, and her body shuddered as she came, the pleasure crashing over her in waves. she was beautiful, her voice ringing through the room, her hair sticking to her forehead, her eyes screwed shut, her lips parted in a silent cry.

you released her hair, letting her collapse against the mattress, her body going limp as her orgasm faded. her hips rolled against yours, the small movements pushing her through her aftershocks, her voice a quiet whimper, her fingers curling into the sheets, her back rising and falling with her shallow breaths.

"so beautiful," you murmured, stroking her back.

she was gorgeous, flushed and breathless, and completely spent. you ran your fingers along her spine, up and down, up and down, letting her come down from her high. she hummed, her eyes fluttering closed, her body relaxing.

"how are you feeling, baby?" you asked, brushing her hair out of her face.

"'m good," she mumbled, her lips curving into a lazy smile. "feel good."

you nodded, leaning down, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "that's good. can you take some more?"

she let out a quiet hum, a soft moan escaping her. "more?"

you gave a gentle nod, and karina's lips curled into a sly grin.

"fuck me."

karina gasped as you moved her, your hands gripping her, manhandling her, positioning her. she was pliant, her body moving willingly under your touch, and a small whine escaped her as you pulled her to you. you sat on your knees, karina on her back in front of you, legs spread, head tilted back, exposing the smooth column of her throat.

you sat on your knees, karina on her back in front of you, legs spread, head tilted back, exposing the smooth column of her throat.

you couldn't resist leaning down, pressing your lips to her neck, your tongue tracing the skin there, tasting her. she let out a soft moan, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, nails digging into your flesh. you bit down, leaving a mark on her skin, before sucking on the spot, eliciting a sharp cry from her.

you pulled back, staring down at her, and she stared back, eyes heavy, her lips parted, a faint blush rising to her cheeks.

"beautiful," you murmured, hand trailing down her body, stopping at her breast, squeezing her under her tank top. karina whimpered, hips rocking against yours, a breathy moan escaping her as you pinched her nipple. "you're so perfect, karina. such a pretty little thing."

she flushed, biting her lip.

you chuckled, leaning down, catching her lips in a kiss. "don't act shy now."

"m'not," she mumbled, her hands trailing up your back, tangling into your hair.

"no?" you asked, pressing kisses to her cheek, down her jaw, and her neck. you could feel the warmth radiating off her, her pulse quickening under your lips, her skin flushing, and it was all too easy to imagine her face. her eyes screwed shut, bottom lip caught between her teeth, her cheeks painted with a dark blush, her expression so perfectly sweet.

you leaned back, your gaze dropping to where you were still buried inside her. your cock was glistening, slick with her arousal, and you licked your lips. karina inhaled sharply, watching you with wide eyes, a soft whine escaping her.

"you want me to make you cum again, baby?" you asked, slowly dragging yourself out of her. she nodded eagerly, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she balled up your shirt, half confused why you were still wearing it but too deep in the moment to question it.

"want it so bad," she said, the words slipping past her lips before she could think. you chuckled, pushing back into her with one quick thrust, forcing a moan from her. you stilled your hips, just for a moment, looking at the bulge in her stomach, her skin stretched around your cock, and a shiver ran through you.

"god, look at that," you whispered, your voice thick with lust, a hand pressing down on her stomach. "you take my cock so well, karina."

she whimpered, her head falling back against the pillow, her eyes fluttering closed. her walls fluttered around you, clenching and unclenching, her body craving more, wanting you deeper. she moaned, her hips moving, trying to get you to move, but you stayed still, your eyes glued to her stomach.

"fuck, you're so big," she mumbled, a shaky breath escaping her, her thighs trembling.

"yeah?" you murmured, grinding into her just slightly. "feels good, baby?"

"yeah," she whined, nodding, her fingers tightening their grip on your shirt. "you feel so good. love how deep you are."

a groan rumbled in your chest, and you leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips, a soft whimper escaping her.

"gonna make you feel even better, baby."

karina's eyes snapped open as you started moving, her head falling back with a moan. her arms wrapped around your neck, holding onto you tightly, her legs hooking around your waist. you groaned, a low, guttural sound, her head turning to the side as you quickened your pace, her breath coming in short gasps.

"so good," she whined, her voice cracking, her grip tightening around you. "oh, god. y-you're gonna make me cum again."

"already?"

"mhm," she hummed, biting her lip, a desperate whimper escaping her. "f-fuck. oh, shit. feels s-so good. please, please. fuck, don't stop. gonna make me cum, gonna make me cum."

"such a slut," you murmured, lips pressing to her cheek, your hand slipping between your bodies, thumb circling her clit. "so sensitive."

karina jolted with a cry, her hips jerking up against yours, her back arching, her mouth falling open in a silent moan. she was a wreck, and you loved it. her eyes were screwed shut, her face scrunched up in pleasure, her walls clenching around you, and the sight had you throbbing.

"you're so fucking sexy, rina," you breathed, nipping at her neck, your thrusts getting rougher, losing any sense of rhythm. "i could do this forever. fucking ruin you, make you scream my name."

karina was beyond words. all she could do was moan and gasp and whine, her body rocking beneath yours.

"cum for me," you murmured, your lips trailing across her jaw, nipping at her earlobe.

she cried out, her hips stuttering, her walls clamping down around you, her head thrown back as she came, the pleasure coursing through her. her body trembled, and you fucked her through her orgasm, her moans and cries echoing off the walls.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you muttered, burying your face in her neck.

"please," she whimpered, the word muffled against your skin, her voice cracking. "please, wanna be filled. wanna be yours. cum for me, cum for me. please."

you moaned, the sound rumbling in your chest, as you slammed into her, burying yourself to the hilt. karina cried out as you came, your cock throbbing, filling her. you shuddered, your body going slack, a low groan escaping you, your grip on her hips loosening.

she hummed, her fingers trailing up and down your back, a soft, sated sound, as she held you. she was warm and pliant and perfect, and for a moment, all you could think about was her.

your breaths were ragged, chests heaving, as you both tried to catch your breath. your lips brushed against hers, soft and sweet, and you could feel her smile.

"was that good?"

"yes," she breathed, nodding. "it was amazing. thank you, puppy."

you hummed, your thumb trailing along her hip.

"can you stay tonight?" she asked, a slight pleading tone to her voice.

you couldn't help the smile that slipped onto your face, pressing another kiss to her cheek.

"yeah, rina. i'll stay."

she grinned, the sight making your chest tight, and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

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[ghiblygirl]

Finnick x Reader where Finnick helps R get over intimacy issues with him after Snow sells her??

Never Again

Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader: Who finally gets her power back [1106 Words]

I didn't mean for this to turn into a whole fic, but here we are! 🫣

CW: Mentions of killing, Smut, Hints to previous forced prostitution, Finnick being a sweetie.

MINORS DNI 18+

Finnick Odair knows how you’re feeling; he knows the emotions, the disgust, the hatred flowing through your veins. Hell, he feels the same way right now. He couldn’t protect you, couldn’t save you from Snow and the awful Capitilians who sold and bought you like a toy. If he could, Finnick would rise Snow from the grave just to kill him over and over again. But he can’t, and as much as he’d like to be responsible for the bastard's death, he’s happy that you two can live happy and safe. 

“Finn…?” you ask, hesitating to step into the kitchen.

“Yes, sugar?” he turns to you, wiping his hands on a towel.

“Are you busy?” You finally take the step into the kitchen, fiddling with your hands nervously.

He takes a step closer to you, taking your trembling hands in his own. “For you, never.” He says gently, “What do you need?” He smiles, that stupidly beautiful smile that makes everyone melt.

“I–” you have to take a deep breath, “I want to have sex,” you blurted. Your eyes go wide; that’s not how you meant to ask that. And Finnick takes it in stride, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. 

“You want to have sex? Are you sure? It’s okay if you’re not.” He says gently. He’s been waiting for this conversation. He remembers when he first had this conversation with you after he felt ready to be intimate after his forced prostitution at a young age. 

You swallowed and nodded, “I need your words, baby.” He said stern but not unkind. 

You took another deep breath. “Yes, I feel ready to have sex again.” You assured. 

He gave you a soft smile, his dimples showing. “Okay, then we’ll have sex tonight–”

“Can we do it now?” you interrupted. “U-unless you don’t want to,” you added quickly. He let out the soft, calming laugh that you loved before stepping forward and scooping you into his arms.

“Hey, hey, I never said that,” he said pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I’m more than happy to have sex now.” He smiled, walking you to your shared bedroom. He set you gently on the bed. “How do you want me, pretty girl?” he asked softly

Your eyes trailed up his body. “I just want you…” you whispered, pulling him down to your lips. You felt confident in a way that you hadn’t felt in a while, and you knew that was because you were with him. Your Finnick. 

He broke your kiss to trail down your body, leaving little nips in his wake. He reached for the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” he asked.

“Please…” you whispered. He helped you take your shirt off, and you helped him remove his. You trailed your hands down his hardened body before he took them and pressed a kiss to your palms. You two shuffled the rest of your remaining clothes off, leaving each other bare. 

“You’re so pretty, sweet girl.” He said, leaving open-mouthed kisses down your navel. Before he ran his hands down your thighs, “Can I?” he asked again, making sure I was comfortable. 

“Yes, I need you, Finn,” you whined as he left leasing kisses across your thighs. Your head fell back against the pillow when he finally licked a stripe up your sex. He groaned into your cunt when you threaded your fingers through his hair. 

His tongue flicked across your clit, building a gentle heat in your tummy, “You taste so good, sugar…” His eyes darkened with pleasure. The heat in your tummy grew; you were so close.

“Finn–” you said, pressing your hand against his, “wanna hold your hand… Finn please…” you begged, as he took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. When he finally took your hand in his, you felt yourself reach your peak. You came with a cry, your thighs trembling by his ears. 

Finnick let you ride your orgasm out before leaving soft kisses on your trembling thighs. “You did so good, baby.” He cooed, pushing the few hairs sticking to your forehead. “Do you wanna keep going?” He asked, between pressing kisses over your face.

“Please…” you said breathlessly. 

“You don’t have to beg. I’ve got you,” he said, running his tip between your soaked folds. “Is this position okay?” He asked before continuing.

“Yeah, I trust you.” You said, threading your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. A soft gasp escaped your mouth when he began pushing in.

Finnick kept his eyes trained on you, making sure you were comfortable. As good as you felt, he wanted to focus on your pleasure over his. He let out a low groan when his hips pressed flush against yours. He gave you a few moments to adjust to his size before slowly pulling his hips away, watching for any expressions of pain or feelings of discomfort. 

Your soft groans and low whimpers kept Finnick moving. One of your hands trailing down to hold his waist. Your bodies moved in sync, one being of pleasure. Finnick dragged one of his hands down to your clit. He needed you to cum before he did, and he was so close. “Finn– I’m close…” You whined. Trying to pull his face down to yours. 

Finnick felt you clench around him, and he couldn’t help when his eyes rolled back in his skull. “Let go for me, I’m right here with you,” he said against your lips. Feeling your release against him sent him into his own climax, grinding against you as he came, his lips locked with yours in a loving embrace. 

You both rode out your climaxes before pulling away panting. Finnick gave you a second before pulling back fully, removing himself from your heat. 

“Finn–” You let out a small whimper. His eyes shot to yours, and when he saw your tears, he scooped you up against his body. 

“What’s wrong? Talk to me, sweet girl…” He whispered against your hair.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you tried to cuddle as close as physically possible. “I—I’m just happy…” you mumbled. “I did it. Thank you… for helping me feel like myself again…” you whispered against his chest. 

“Don’t thank me; you did it all yourself. I just helped a little, " he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

Finnick Odair knew how you felt; he knows the emotions, the happiness, the love flowing through your veins. Hell, he feels the same way right now. As he vows to himself that neither of you will ever have to feel another’s hands on your bodies.

[awhhayden]

SAM MONROE letting us sit on his lap while he's smoking a joint, his hand in rings and stuff on our tummy and he lets us (after long begging) take a drag of the joint

ahh tysm for this! def helping me get out of my writers block!!

You sit in Sam’s lap, his arm wrapped comfortably around your waist as he lights his joint. You wrinkle your nose at the pungent smell, hoping he didn’t notice your distaste. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling slowly upwards like a wisp of fleeting thoughts.

“Can I try?” you ask casually, keeping your voice light, even as a spark of rebellion ignites within you.

His brows perk up in surprise, and he shifts his gaze to meet yours, a teasing glint in his eyes. He pats your head with his free hand, a gesture that simultaneously feels affectionate and condescending. “I don’t think so, princess.”

You groan playfully, rolling your eyes. “Why not?” you whine, trying to tug at his sense of adventure.

He laughs, a deep, amused sound that vibrates through you, and shakes his head. taking another drag from the joint. The smoke dances around you, wrapping the moment in a hazy warmth.

“Come on, I can handle it,” you protest, scooting slightly closer, feeling bold. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

He chuckles again, this time a low rumble that sends a thrill through you. “Oh, I don’t know. How about everything? Besides, I don't want to be responsible for turning you into a puddle on my lap.”

You laugh along with him, but your heart races at the thought. “You already do that” You lean in, your voices dropping to conspiratorial whispers. “Just one little hit, Sam. We’re all friends here, right?”

He pauses, considering, his expression darkening for just a moment. He ponders your words, swirling the smoke in the air, and you can tell he’s torn.

“What if I promise to be responsible?” you add, your voice dropping to a playful whisper. You run your fingers through his hair and down to his arms, tracing down to his hands and rings, His eyes flicker to yours, curiosity mingling with mischief, and the corner of his mouth quirks upward in a half-smile.

“Alright,” he finally relents, only half-serious. “But if you start giggling uncontrollably and asking me if I believe in aliens, I'm sending you to bed.”

You grin triumphantly, feeling like you’ve just struck a deal with the devil. Sam hands you the joint, and for a moment, the world feels electric, filled with the promise of laughter, mischief, and a hint of recklessness.

With a triumphant grin, you take the joint from Sam, feeling a rush of exhilaration mixed with apprehension. As you bring it closer to your lips, the familiar smell floods your senses, and for a moment, you hesitate. But the thrill of defiance propels you forward, and you take a small, tentative drag.

The smoke is thick and harsh, entering your lungs like a storm. You choke almost immediately, the coughing bursting forth uncontrollably as your body protests the foreign substance. Sam's laughter echoes around you, warm and teasing. He gently rubs your back, but you can see the amusement dancing in his eyes.“You okay, princess?” he asks between chuckles, the smoke still swirling around you both. You can’t help but scowl, feeling a bit ridiculous.

Gasping, you wave a hand in front of your face, trying to clear the air as the rough, acrid taste lingers on your tongue. “Not really,” you manage to croak out, still coughing. The world seems to tilt slightly, and not in a good way.

Sam leans closer, still chuckling, and offers you a bottle of water. “Here, chug this. I should have warned you. It’s not as easy as it looks.”

You take the water gratefully, gulping it down as you shake your head in disbelief. “How do you even enjoy this?” you manage, the truth of your dislike creeping into your voice. You glance at the half-burned joint in your fingers, feeling a mix of disappointment and embarrassment.

He simply shrugs, his expression shifting to something more sincere. “It’s not for everyone, I guess. It takes some getting used to.”

You let out a small laugh, feeling slightly foolish as the coughing subsides but the warmth of the smoke lingers in your body, making you feel light-headed in a not-so-great way. “You definitely didn’t sell it well, you know,” you tease, but there’s a bit of seriousness in your tone.

“I told you you might not like it,” he replies, his hand still smoothing over your back in a soothing motion. “But hey, you tried, right? That’s what counts.”

“Yeah, well, I think I’ll stick to my soda next time,” you say, pushing the joint away from you as if it were something completely foreign.

He grins, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Good choice. No coughing with soda.”

Finding your rhythm again, you lean into him, the moment shifting from rebellion to comfort. As the night continues, you settle back into the easy laughter and camaraderie between you, realizing that sometimes, it’s the company that matters most—and maybe the wild escapades could wait for another day.

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[twistedmafiaau]

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

You entered the lounge all finely dressed with your best clothes. The dim lights hid your nervous blush very well — you were about to meet your favorite after all, who could blame you? 

The head waiter with their polite smile approached you and asked:

“You wish to be seated with Hades correct?”

As you nodded they gently led you to your assigned table, him waiting for you while sipping a glass of his favourite alcoholic beverage.

Ready to start the night?

The night barely started and you were already too much of a mess to go back to the main lounge. 

It started simple. You were sitting with the one and only Hades, a.k.a Idia Shroud the young president of the Shroud Tech Industries and boss of the aforementioned family, chatting with him — occasionally throwing a jab in his way to reply to one of his own — and drinking. It was at that moment, when he started playing with the cherry of his Manhattan cocktail — licking it to get the flavours out, chewing it, rolling it across his tongue like candy — that your mind started to wander in the wrong directions.

You wondered if he had a tongue piercing and how it would feel if he decided to break the "no engaging too far with the guest" rule and kiss you. Would it be like a marble? Would it be scalding hot in his mouth? What if he decided to kiss you lower? Your chest, your tummy, your thighs, your—

“Your face is so red. What? Is the drink too strong for you?” Idia said, pointing with a glance at your unfinished Cosmopolitan, snapping you out of your fantasy. His slight mocking grin was of no aid to the situation happening in between your legs.

Your eyes zipped from side to side, trying to find an excuse to leave the table, the throbbing between your thighs desperately calling for your attention.

“I…uhm…I need to refresh myself for a moment! Please excuse me!” you blurted out while getting up, almost throwing the chair backwards as you did so. 

That’s how you found yourself sprinting down a hallway, sweat getting cold but still burning its way down your spine, heat pooling in your stomach demanding to be quenched and mind reeling to find an empty restroom. 

The bathrooms, of a contrasting black and white with just a hint of red, were so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Oddly more uncomfortable than a room full of strangers that could hear everything you were going to do behind the restroom door. 

You got in, closed with the flimsy security lock and shoved your underwear mid-thigh down your sweaty legs, cursing during the whole time the moment you chose to wear a dress like this one. 

Relief washed over you the moment your fingers got to work, massaging and teasing. Quiet moans climbed up your throat and bubbled out of your mouth, nerves and skin setting ablaze the more you kept pleasuring yourself, toes curling everytime your fingers brushed that spot that made you see the stars.

The tight coil in your stomach begged to be unraveled, your legs trembling as you approached the peak of pleasure. You threw your head back, the nape resting on the cool porcelain and causing you pleasant shivers, and a moan died in your throat when your eyes met with a pair of topaz ones, staring at you from above with curiosity.

Idia was perched with his chin atop the door, hands hanging lazily — not that it was a challenge, he was barely standing on his tippy toes anyway since he was way taller than that door.

When you stared at him back, shocked, his expression barely changed.

“Don’t mind my peeking. I’m just enjoying the show from here. I’m not going to interrupt you.” he said mockingly, almost prompting you to continue — as if you could, now that he was watching!

The sweat cooled on your skin, the pleasant heat replaced by the flames of shame burning your cheeks. If there was a hole deep enough for you to jump in you would’ve taken the hit very gladly.

“What’s the matter? Where you close? Did I perchance ruin your orgasm?” he asked, a wicked grin stretching across his bluish lips.

You stuttered not really knowing what to answer. 

The situation was shameful, degrading even. 

“Just for asking: were you thinking about me?” he asked, as if he didn’t know the answer already. The way your eyes went wide as saucer plates and your face going from a blushing cherry to a deep cadmium red gave away your thoughts. 

“What a naughty little thing you are.” Idia giggled devilishly, that grin only getting wider as he knew you were the only one embarrassed in that moment. You choked a whine, pressing your thighs thogether, once again your mind betraying you by repeating his that sentence over and over.

“Say that again...please.” you whispered. Idia tilted his head sideways and you hoped he didn't hear you.

You did saw the underside of Idia’s eyes going to a pastel pink — pleased, slightly embarrassed, who knew?

“Can’t say I’m not flattered.” he said, gently pushing the door and opening it like the lock wasn’t in place and standing right in front of you.

You scrambled to get up and recover that minimum of decency, pulling your clothes and your underwear hastily, but Idia stopped you by pushing you to sit back on the toilet.

“No, no, no. Not so fast, you're not going to run away like that, are you?” and got inside the small restroom booth, closing it with a small tap of his heel. “I interrupted you right at the best moment. I almost feel guilty for not letting you finish. It seemed like a good ‘n hard breath-stealing orgasm, that one. Why don’t I help you reach the peak again?”

The crooked smile he gave you, as he hovered with all his intimidating height in your personal space, sent shivers up your spine, that aching in between your legs screaming louder it demands.

“Oh, look at you. — he said huskily, breath fanning in your face — Darling, you’re shivering. Come here, let me warm you up.”

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[deftonesprincessxxx]

Step By Step~ Nicholas Chavez

(Smut warning, NSFW 18+ Only)

~ While their parents tear each other apart downstairs, Nick and Y/N are upstairs doing the same but for entirely different reasons. In the middle of a screaming match, they lock the bedroom door and surrender to the tension that’s been simmering for months. Moans drown out arguments, and guilt is the last thing on their minds. He’s her stepbrother. She’s off-limits. But in the heat of that night, rules don’t matter only the way his hands feel on her skin and how good it feels to finally give in.~

Rain patters on Y/Ns window seal the cold seeping in between the cracks, just downstairs a heated screaming match between Nicks father and her mother can be heard over the storm, just when she couldn’t take it anymore Nick knocks on her door entering and shutting the door behind him, -how are you?- he asks in a light tone.

“I’m alright just a bit overwhelmed” I say sighing. He sits on her bed putting an arm around her in comfort. “I know, but I’m here for you no matter what” he says tucking a piece of hair behind her ear enough to see her blotchy face from her recent sobs. “Were you crying?” his tone a little more concerned now, he looks at me intently searching for any blurred lines, “oh you know I just needed to let it out but I feel better” I say smiling lightly. “I worry about you you know” I shake my head “Nick I’m fine really I just want a distraction” I look at him, he raises a brow and smiles playfully, “a distraction huh?” He pauses as if contemplating something, then his expression turns mischievously “I think I know just the thing”, “really like what?” I ask curiously, he moves closer to me his body only a few inches from mine. “Something that’ll take your mind off everything” he leans in even more, his face only centimeters away from yours.

“Wait what?” I ask pulling back slightly. He chuckled at my reaction, our space closing in. “Oh come on don’t tell me you’re scared, we’ll take it step by step princess.” He teases gently enjoying my flustered reaction, he reaches for my face caressing my jawline, his thumb lightly tracing the curve of your cheek. I could feel his breath on my lips.

“You trust me right?” He whispered.

I nodded, “close your eyes” he asks. “ I don’t wanna just tell me” I ask eagerly. “Where’s the fun in that” he murmured tracing my bottom lip, “now close your eyes” he repeats, his voice soft yet commanding, there’s a hint of challenge in his expression, almost like he’s daring you to resist him.

He grins at my compliance his expression playful and teasing, “good girl” he whispers.

I gasp and feel the heat rise in my chest from his sudden praise. “You liked that huh?” He asks a hint of playfulness in his tone. He reaches for my waist gripping it tightly as he kisses my neck softly. “your skin is so soft” he murmurs. I moan softly, “God you’re so responsive, such a cute little thing, I wonder what other sounds I can get you to make” he says as he begins to leave small hickeys. He pushes me down softly on my bed crawling on top of me. I gaze at him with innocent curiosity, he kisses down my body slowly till he reaches my tummy pushing up my shirt a bit exposing me, “you’ve got such an adorable little body” he smiles looking up at me.

I shutter, “please keep going” i murmured softly. “Begging already, am I turning you on baby girl?” He said chuckling against my skin. “Is this wrong?” I say never wanting this to stop.

“Does it feel wrong princess?” He asks his eyes never leaving mine. “No.” I whimper slightly, “it’s only wrong if we stop” he smirks.

My hands tug on his hair as his lips move down to my hips, his hands gripping my thighs touching the sensitive flesh there. He reaches up to tug at the waistband of my shorts teasingly, he pulls them down his movements slow and sensual. Once they was off he takes sight of me letting out an appreciative moan as his gaze goes down my body.

“Gorgeous” he murmured, his voice low and velvety. He hovers over me kissing me, I gasp and he takes that as an opportunity to stick his tongue in my mouth and I moan at the feeling. He swallows my sound as his hands roam my body gently pushing my hips down into the mattress as rubs up against me feeling the friction. I gasp my head falling back against the pillow, Nick takes that as an advantage and kisses my neck teasingly and softly nipping at it. His fingers graze softly down rubbing my pussy pressing slightly moving in a slow circular motion.

He smirks “you like that?”. I moan back “mhmm your fingers feel so good”. I open my legs wider lifting my hips searching for more friction, “there we go such an openly good little girl you are” he says his voice laced with lust. I got lost in the moment as moans fall from lips, “oh daddy” I whimper. As those words left my mouth Nicks eyes darken with surprise and arousal, he let out a low possessive growl.

“Such good manners from my new little thing”. He says against my neck. He grips my leg with one hand spreading them wider as he rubbed me. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you just like this, all open and wet for me” he says as he continues to teasingly rub my opening collecting my wetness. He pulls out his fingers bringing it up to his lips tasting me. “Mmm you taste so sweet”. I felt a rush go through my body watching him taste my arousal. He pulls of my panties now fully exposed to him. “You’re so beautiful” he says looking down at me.

“I want your fingers” I whine.

“Your gonna have to beg me baby”. I beg asking him to stretch me with a desperate plea as I look into his eyes. “Yeah just like that princess, you beg so innocently”.

He slowly inserts his fingers and I gasp.

Nicholas watches your reaction with a smirk, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles over your sensitive clit as he does so. “Oh fuck just like that” I whimper rotating my hips to match his movements. He gently curls his fingers and I gasp again finding my soft spot inside me.

“Did I find it?” He whispers his breath against my ear as he continues move against you, searching for that spot again. “That’s it right there”. I moan breathless. He smiles against my skin feeling a sense of pride at making you feel so good.

“You like that baby girl?” He murmurs, his hand moving to your waist, gripping you tightly as he goes faster “Is that the spot? Right there?” I nodded gripping the sheets. “You make the prettiest noises, and here I am thinking princesses didn’t like naughty things”.

“Curl them more daddy”. I say rutting against him. “Such a greedy little thing” he then complies going faster. I whine at his movements.

“Look at you whimpering and whining like a little puppy”. His movements become faster moving urgency. “You take my fingers so good baby”. I start moving my hips but then he pushes my hips down preventing me from moving, he then pushes a third finger in, feeling how tight and wet you are around him. I curse loudly and he presses his hand against my mouth. “Mmm my princess has such a filthy mouth, better be quiet or else I’ll find another way to keep that mouth occupied”.

I felt myself becoming closer clenching around his fingers. “Jesus…you’re so tight”. I was nearing the edge and the look on his face showed he was determined to make me fall apart. “That’s it babygirl your doing so good” he says seductively as he whispers in my ears.

That’s all it took for me to fall undone completely in front of him. “God you cum so beautifully princess” he says breathless. I look at him gasping for air, “ your so amazing” I smile lazily at him still shaking a bit my legs numb.

“Your turn” I smirk.

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🤍(Lemme know if I should do part two!!!)🤍

[rhinestonz]

☆ CLEAN IT UP ☆

The way your ass moved when he fucked you like this never ceased to amaze Geto. The way he wanted to set up camera after camera just to see your curves from every angle irked him. The urge was too strong , he just had to see you. Had to see how your tits bounced , how your mouth hung open , how your ass rippled as he hit you from behind. “ Fuck baby , I’m so sorry “ he cursed out , sultry voice soothing your ears. “Fuck you Geto ~” you choked out , “ if you think some dick is going to make up for this your so full of yourself” you said confidently. “Baby …” Geto started , furrowing his brows in faux concern “… is that why your arms are giving out ?”

Suguru Geto x thick!reader. Reader is poc. Doggy style. Pussy eating. Missionary. Eye contact. Sweet talk. Suguru is sweet.

☆ Geto was almost always away , he’d met you abroad on a mission actually. It was like lust at first sight rather than love. His eyes immediately scanning your figure, curvy as ever. Boobs full in your dress shirt and hips begging to be freed from the confines of your pencil skirt. Not to mention your ass , that grazed against his cock so many times during that mission that it ended with you full of his cock as he begged you to come home with him. So here you were , in your shared home , cleaning up the blood that trailed in with your boyfriend. Wincing away when he tried to kiss you. He took notice of your tired expression. “ baby what’s wrong ?” He inquired, pulling his hair tie out, letting his locs free. You simply grumbled , looking down at the ground , mopping furiously. He quickly got the hint , “ Oh baby I’m so sorry, the mission was hard” he pleaded, grabbing your hands , kissing the light of your palms. You still looked away from him , your bottom lip jutted out. “ The mission is always hard isn’t it ?” You sassed. 

And that’s why you were in this position now. Ass jiggling lewdly with every slap of Suguru’s hips. You swear you loved this so much. You told him that this wouldn’t make up but damn… you might just forgive him. His cock being hugged by your walls. His thrusts, fast but nestling deep inside you. Fat tip kissing your cervix. His huffing and small low grunts. This was bliss. Bliss , all you could feel as you creamed on his cock. White liquid, dripping slow down below you like honey. Your arms flickered as your chest heaved up and down. Your boobs moving with every breath. You don’t know what persuaded you to think he was done, this was Geto after all. 

“Cmon baby , gotta make it up dont I ?” He teased, hands digging into the fat of your hips as he turned you around. Your tits jumping , sloshing around in a circle before resting. Only to start to bounce again as Geto’s cock fucked into you. Your face burned, you couldn’t handle the way his dark eyes stared into yours. Studying your face , the way it contorted in pleasure. His large hand pushing down on your stomach , trying to feel himself under the fat of your tummy. “ There I am baby , can you feel me ?” He asked , lips curling into a smirk. “ Sorry dumb question , I’m all you can feel right ?” He slurred, making your face burn even more as those words broke the dam inside you. You felt your liquids gushing down his length. “ fucckkk Geto '' you whimpered out, feeling your prior confidence melt under his gaze. Your hands covering your face with urgency. And he took that personally ( 😒). Cock sliding out of you as his hand came to scoop up your wrist like nothing. Prying your hands away from your face , watching tears form as your eyes met his again. 

“ Look at me baby “ he coaxed, face lowering towards your cunt as his tongue swirled around the pink flesh. His eyes never left yours. You shut your eyes closed, biting your lip from the numb ache of overstimulation. You felt a slap on your thigh that he had pried open as a warning to look at him. Thighs pried open and wrist held behind your back. Your one free leg trying to push him away desperately. He detached himself from you just for a moment, looking up at you. “ Baby , let me clean you up , isn’t that why you're mad ? Cuz I’m messy ? Let me clean the mess' ' he said , smashing his lips back down to your core , lapping up all the juices until you were as pristine as before. Letting go of your wrist , watching your body fall back, chest still heaving up and down. “ Does that make up for it baby ~?” Suguru coed as he climbed next to you , hands lacing around your waist. You managed to roll your eyes `` sure “ you huffed out, lacing your arms around him too , placing a small kiss to his forehead. 

[gds-daisy]

92 list one sub!daeho? 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 (ur fics are so omg)

thank you for the kind words anon i really appreciate it! 🖤

tear you apart

pairing: kang dae ho x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!) dom!reader, sub!dae ho, dae is kinda bratty in this, degradation, praise, edging(?), pegging, mention of orgasm, a bit of fluff.

prompt: "i cant-please i can't"

smut prompt special

He had brought this on himself.

Dae-Ho had been begging you to use your strap on him for weeks and now he was crying. You didn't expect for him to be into this type of stuff, but here you guys were. He was always so vanilla when it came to sex, which you didn't mind. However, it made his request so much more panty-soaking when he pleaded for your cock with those pathetic doe eyes of his.

Now his head was shoved into the pillow he had stained with his tears as your cock plowed into him at an agonizing pace. "Oh, my sweet boy..." you cooed into his ear.

"Feels s-so good baby" he stutters as he feels your cock prod at his prostate.

"I bet it does, sweetheart. Do you want me to go even faster for you?" you ask him.

"Y-yes please," he whines out as his hips stutter while trying to maintain his balance.

He had always made you feel good, so why deny him of the one thing he wants so badly? You weren't that mean. Sure, there were times where he fucked up and you had to teach him a lesson, but this wouldn't be the case here. Not when he was making you so wet with his words.

You oblige with his request and pound into him even harder. All of a sudden, your ears are met with the most pornographic and symphonic moan you've ever heard from his soft lips. You knew he was close with the way he was clenching around you.

"I-I'm gonna-" you hear him gasp ever so breathily.

"You're gonna what, Dae? C'mon use your words for me..." you tut with pride.

"Gonna cum..." he admits in defeat.

"You don't think you can hold it baby?" you tease him, not being serious whatsoever.

"I can't-please I can't..."

“Relax sweetie, I’m just teasing you,” you say to him with a chuckle.

“You’re mean,” Dae-Ho whines.

“What was that? you say with a cocked eyebrow, now halting your harsh movements, earning yet another pathetic little whine from him.

“Sorry I-I didn’t mean it!” he pleads, trying to win back your trust.

“You sure about that, pretty?” you reply with a hint of curiosity in your tone.

“Promise!” he lets out.

“I’m sure you won’t make that mistake again, right?” you ask him in a rhetorical manner.

“No I won’t…”

“Good…because when I make you see stars while you’re all dumb on my cock again, you’ll remember your lesson,” you say with a dark smirk.

Without any warning, you slam back into him and continue your rough attack on his overworked hole while placing both of your hands on his hip bones to keep yourself as sturdy as possible.

“Oh fuck!” he yells out, his sobbing now resumed.

“Come on you cock slut…cum for me and give me what’s mine,” you demand. You knew he loved hearing your degrading words whenever you were in charge because it brought him so much closer to his impending orgasm. You were practically seated inside him at this point and you wouldn’t budge until he gives you what you so desperately wanted to see. Your cock covered in his juices.

With a few more sharp thrusts, the coil inside his tummy finally had enough and snapped, earning a groan from the two of you as you fucked Dae-Ho through his state of newfound bliss. His breathing was shaky as he was working himself through this earth shattering orgasm you had given him. Once he finally regained a stable breathing rhythm, you pulled out of him and assisted in letting him lay down comfortably.

“That was-“ he breathed with excitement.

“Something we should’ve done sooner?” you said, hoping those were the words that he would’ve complete his sentence with.

“Absolutely.” he says with a hearty chuckle as you cradle him into your arms.

[joocomics]

I really love your works, and the things you write for jiung ...ughh soo incredibly💕✨️

could you write more about him, anything you want, him being teasing in public, just anything :)

tags: soft dom!jiung x fem!reader, friends to lovers (?), edging (f!rec), praise kink, light choking | mdni

song rec: treat you better - shawn mendes

“don’t let him ruin your night.” jiung’s voice finds you through the banging techno music.

you nod, repeating his encouraging words in your mind, trying to let them do their magic so you can really forget about your ex being meters away from you. the club is suffocating from people, yet the face you’ve been trying so hard to forget is all you see.

you feel jiung taking your face in his hands, his thumbs form gentle patterns on your cheeks that slowly bring you back into reality; drifting you away from the unpleasant memories. it seems that his touch definitely works quicker than his words.

“y/n, look at me.” despite almost shouting in order for his command to dominate the vibrant scene of the night club his tone still has a note of pleading that rings out to you. “focus on my voice… my hands.”

your fingers find support in his shirt as you tug on the collar. you don’t know what it is. is it the power of his voice, the heavy energy around you, gravity, or some unknown secret desires that live inside you, but something pulls you closer into him.

you’ve never been this close to your friend before. the feeling of having your lips centimetres apart from his is something new, but for some reason it doesn’t feel wrong. not at all.

there were times when you’ve enjoyed the scent of his cologne, but it hasn’t made your head dizzy like this, - and you’re only slightly tipsy so it’s not from the cocktail you had. you’re certainly far from drunk, but there’s a possibility that a few more minutes in his embrace can get you lightheaded as if you are.

and his gaze… it definitely hasn’t made you feel like you’re being tortured by thousands of butterflies inside your tummy like it does right now.

“your hands…”

“yeah? tell me.” jiung’s lips turn into a soft smile with just a hint of mischief as he moves them lower on your body, savouring every curve.

“keep them on me,” you beg as your own palms shift around his neck. your thumbs brush his chiseled jawline as you stay pressed into each other, swaying out of sync with the music and the rest of the crowd. his voice has created another kind of melody that you rather move to. “please..”

“i’m not letting you go.”

these kinds of words said by a friend would normally wrap around you like a comfort blanket, however, as you look at jiung now, gorgeously painted from the neon lights with hands roaming on your lower waist and heavy breaths sticking to your face like secret kisses… they make your skin hot; they got you thinking of kissing him.

you don’t realise that you’ve been chewing on your lips until jiung lifts up your chin and swipes his thumb over them without minding your lipstick. his digit brushes the upper row of your teeth before you let it sneak inside your mouth and rest on your tongue. such a small taste of him, but invites an immense amount of adrenaline rush inside your chest.

“can i kiss you?” he asks with a raspier voice, watching you unwrap your soft lips.

and you say yes.

you find yourselves in his apartment. you’ve been here before, but this is the first time you’re laying in his bed - only in your bra with legs spread wide. one of his pillows is placed underneath your lower body with a dark spot forming from the way your arousal builds up, dripping from your cunt.

“doing so well for me,” jiung coos softly while observing your squirming figure. at one point he has to hold you down with a palm pressed against your lower tummy so he can keep his attention on your sensitive spot. “so perfect…”

his index finger continues to move in circles just as slow as it did when he started toying with your clit. occasionally he slips inside you to spread around your slick, making your puffy lips glisten nicely, then he resumes to the overwhelming little shapes in infuriating speed.

you whimper as his slow finger suddenly stops. it freezes in one place causing the thrill to fade away from your core leaving only the lingering warmth that you desperately need to feel snapping.

“jiung… w-why…” you arch your spine, feeling the tip of his fingers brushing against your stomach lightly as a feather; from your bellybutton up to your neckline. they crawl to your neck, wrapping around it just as gently, before he leans to kiss you.

you can’t stop yourself from whimpering in his mouth, feeling so stimulated from every single thing he does to you.

“gonna make you cum now, sweetheart.” jiung’s words almost end with a groan as a reaction from the way he feels you gulping against his hand. “it’s just… you look so pretty when you’re all needy like this, i wanted to look at you a little bit longer.” he pulls back, one hand holding your left thigh, as the other one returns to your clit. “wanna cum now, is that it?”

“yeah, really bad…” you shut your eyes sensing the familiar light brushing of his digit. it barely touches the swollen bud, but you’re so turned on, it instantly shoots pleasure into your tummy. “jiung—“ you moan, grabbing the bedsheets.

he glides it so easily and smoothly from how wet you are; drawing perfect circular patterns that have you feeling like you’re about to melt into the surface.

“go ahead, beautiful,” he encourages you, but without changing the pace of his rubs. “cum for me, i want to see you.”

his gaze is fixated on your convulsing figure that’s succumbed to his control, on the way you whimper and tug the sheets desperately, but his finger doesn’t speed up. it keeps the slow motions going till you start to lose control over your voice, breathing; over your own body.

after you open your eyes you realise that even the butterflies tattoed on his skin look different than they did the last time you saw them. nothing feels the same when you fall in love with your closest friend.

a/n: tysm for reading my works! i’m glad you like them <3 i thought of this scenario while listening to the mentioned song, so i hope you enjoy how this turned out too!! ♡

[fanficfox]

Not So Helpful Study Buddy (NSFW) Part 2

(based off of this post, fem!reader x schlatt, college twink schlatt (before fame), intoxication, weed, submissive schlatt, edging/handjob MDNI) ✨Part 1 Here

After you and schlatt finished the blunt, you both decided it was time to just lay down in his bed. the high from the weed just completely taking over the both of you. schlatt put on one of his playlist with some of his favorite easy going melodies to listen too. on any other day, schlatt could just listen to these songs and enjoy them without batting an eye. but the weed has him feeling so lifted the songs sound so new to him and better then he thought was possible. he’s hearing sounds he has never noticed was there before and it feels like it’s his first time listing to these songs, despite being very familiar with them. You lay next to him in his arms. your head on his chest as you hear him hum along to the music. you can tell schlatt is enjoying himself right now. but you can make him feel even better. you start to give his neck little kisses and nibbles. schlatt is feeling very responsive and sensitive right now. he lets out a few whimpers, he bites his lip and tilts his head giving you better access to his neck. “fuck baby that feels so good, keep doing that” he moans out. you smile against his neck and start to nibble on his ear. he starts to squirm a little trying to gain composer over himself but he can’t help how good he feels. your hand creeps down his chest, brushing over his tummy and landing on his growing bulge. you giggle loving the effect you have on him. “oh what do we have here hmm?” schlatt gasps when you start to fondle him over his shorts, he tries to speak but his brain is clouded from the weed and pleasure it just comes out in desperate breaths and moans. “awe baby, can’t think straight can ya? too overwhelmed?” schlatt whimpers and nods, his eyes closed shut. he was feeling overwhelmed in a good way. you and schlatt have done things like this before and have had plenty of sex but this is the first time schlatt is high so everything is heighten. you start to tug on his shorts “how about we get these off of you” schlatt doesnt was anytime and rips off his shorts, leaving him exposed from the waist down. you start to play with him. your hand pumping up and down his shaft as you lock lips. schlatt moans into your mouth then breaks the kiss “fuck toots, please please don’t fucking stop” his face is contorted with pleasure and a hint of worry like you might stop at any moment. you shake your head “i won’t stop puppy, as long as you keep begging me” you start to kiss his neck a again bitting down a little harder this time, showing him who’s in control right now. he lets out a louder whimper as your hand picks up speed. schlatt to starts to buck his hips up into your hand to get more friction but you stop and pull away and he groans “no no no baby, why’d you stop?” he’s whining at this point his voice filled with desperation. “because you’re not in control i am, don’t move or ill stop again” you’re voice is thick with authority and you’re high off of more then weed. you’re on a power high. schlatt just nods and settles back into the bed, his muscles relaxing. you start to pump him again. you slowly get faster and you can tell he’s getting close. “oh god toots i’m gonna cum, fuck im so close” you nod and kiss his cheek “i know baby i know” schlatt licks his lips and looks at you with needy eyes. “please baby, can i please cum? please i’m begging you” you shrug “i don’t know. do you deserve it?” schlatt nods eagerly “yes baby i do…i’ve been a good boy and i work hard. i need this….please baby please” you think it over for a second then agree “ok baby you can cum” schaltt smashes his lips into yours as you give him a couple good pumps and he explodes all over you hand, it drips down his shaft and onto his balls as well. he breaks the kiss, breathing heavily trying to catch his breath. “good job baby…you were such a good boy for me…” you say peppering his face in kisses. schlatt’s cheeks turn rose red and he can help but break into a beaming smile. “thanks for the study break toots, but i think i should get back to work now” you pout and grab onto him before he could move to far.

“are you sure? doesn’t a nap sound better?” schlatt looks unsure. he turns to look at his books on his desk then looks back at you. he just shrugs and says “one nap shouldn’t hurt” and you smile loving how he easily gives into you. you both clean up then settle back into bed. schlatt drape his arm around you, pulling you closer. you lay in a spooning postiton, you being the little spoon. soon enough you both drift off into a peaceful sleep.

[megistusdiary]

⋆ 𝔐𝔞 ℭ𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔭𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔢 ⋆

dom!navia x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap usage, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjobs, asphyxiation, size kink, virgin reader, small-chested reader, french terms of endearment

word count: 1.6k

a/n: self-indulgent piece, i fear. also, you take care of navia at the end ♡ once again, capitalization because laptop. do you guys prefer lowercase or caps? let me know!!

“Come here, I won’t bite, mon ange.” Navia grinned, gently pulling you closer as you cautiously observed the strap on her waist.

“Navia, you do know I’m a virgin, right?” you looked up at her. You swore you could see hints of lust and excitement in Navia’s eyes at your words. “That’s way too big!”

Navia wrapped a hand around the base of the strap, shrugging as she used the other hand to hold your chin. She pulled you in for a kiss, situating your body onto her lap, causing you to grind against the strap. You moaned into the kiss softly, shifting around to rub your clit against it. Navia smiled against your lips, sliding her tongue over yours.

“Does that feel good, ma choupette?” she asked you, feeling you grip onto her shoulders. you tucked your head into Navia’s shoulder, nodding into her neck.

“Feels good. I want more.” you answered her, looking up with sweet eyes that had Navia melting on the spot. “But… will it hurt?”

“I’ll do my best to make sure it doesn’t.” Navia cooed, kissing the tip of your nose before laying you down on the bed. She watched your hair splay out on the pillows as she leaned over your frame. “You’re so cute.”

You grumbled, turning your head. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s true, though. I wouldn’t lie to you.” Navia lowered her head, kissing across your chest as you tried to turn away.

“Don’t, it’s just flat.” your gaze shifted away.

“I think you’re adorable.” Navia nipped at your chest, hearing you gasp softly. She lapped over each nipple, watching them perk up slightly. “You’re so small.”

She kissed her way down your abdomen, watching your tummy move from the ticklish touches. She grinned against your skin, making her way down to your exposed pussy. “Aw, you’re all wet already, hm?”

“Just for you.” comes your soft response, shyly looking away as Navia’s heart skipped a beat. She placed a soft kiss over your clit, fingers collecting the slick before gently easing one into you.

She felt you wince slightly, and she tried to kiss your thighs to get you to calm down. “It’s okay, relax for me. I’ll take good care of you.” Navia promised, letting you grow accustomed to the strange feeling. When you were ready, Navia slid another finger in, kissing your clit to ease the stretch as she slowly spread her fingers out a little.

She could hear a soft, pained groan from you. “I know it’s uncomfortable, but I have to prepare you to take me. Otherwise it’ll hurt.” she explained, licking at your clit while her fingers massaged your insides.

“Navia, it just… it feels… good, but weird-” you mumbled, covering your face.

“Shh, just enjoy it.” she hummed against your cunt, crooking her fingers and sliding them in and out of you. She could tell you seemed to enjoy it, letting out breathy whimpers and squirming around beneath her.

“More, please!” you suddenly whimpered, feeling Navia’s fingers rub into that special spot, causing you to latch onto Navia’s hair. Your fingers carded through the silky golden strands, holding on as your moans increased in volume. The pressure kept building up, like it was about to burst, and then-

Navia pulled away, leaving you to whine dejectedly. “No! Why did you stop?”

“Oh? Were you about to cum?” Navia asked, feigning a pout. “Were you close?” you nodded and Navia leaned in, grabbing your throat, but not applying any force. “If you want to cum so bad, I want you to beg for it, belle.”

“But…” you looked away, face feeling hot. “I don’t know if I can-” you squeak when Navia applies a gentle pressure to the sides of your throat, only a breathy gasp leaving your lips.

“‘Can’ and ‘want to’ aren’t the same thing. You do want to cum, don’t you? So, you can do it.” she smiles sweetly. “Out with it, ma belle, I want to hear you.” Navia loomed over you, hearing your whimpers.

“Please? Please, I was so close. Please let me cum.” your voice was shaky and unsure, eyes wide as Navia grinned, clearly pleased. She kissed your cheek softly, leaving a light mark from her lipstick.

“Such a good girl for me.” she hummed, fucking her fingers into you faster, rubbing into your g-spot until you were cumming on her fingers. You whined, shaking on the bed while Navia helped you ride out the high. She slowly pulled her fingers out, sliding them onto her tongue as you watched with wide eyes. 

“You next?” you asked shyly as Navia tilted her head.

“Me next?” and you nodded, eagerly sitting up.

“Let me try to make you feel good too, please? I… I can’t go again right away. Can I at least try?” and you asked so sweetly, how could Navia say no?

Navia nodded, switching positions to let your head linger by the strap and her pussy. You tried to sneak your head under it, bumping into it while you sucked Navia’s clit gently. It was funny to watch, though endearing with how hard you were trying. Navia pulled you away, cupping your cheeks. “Why don’t we focus on one thing at a time, ma choupette?” She smiles, gently tapping your nose. “Let me show you how to prep my strap for now instead.” she pulled your lips to hover over the tip.

You licked down the shaft, looking up at Navia for approval. “What do I do now?” you asked, lips grazing the tip.

“Open your mouth for me. I’m going to slide it onto your tongue. We must make sure it’s slick enough for you to take it comfortably soon.” Navia told her, easing the strap into your mouth.

Your eyes went wide at the weight on your tongue, instinctively wanting to close your mouth. You moaned softly around the strap, feeling it come dangerously close to triggering your gag reflex. Navia watched tears prick at your eyes, seeing how cute you looked struggling not to choke on the strap. “Is it too big, belle?” she knew you couldn’t answer in words, only moans. “You can take it, I’ll make sure.”

She gently fucked your mouth, stroking her thumb down the bulge it formed in your throat, coaxing you to take more and more as you sniffled, looking up at Navia with an almost pathetic expression. Soon enough, she pulled out of your mouth, admiring the spit coating her strap before wrapping a hand around the base, spreading the slick. She tugged your body over into position with your ass in the air, back pushed into such a pretty arch that exposed your cunt for Navia in such an enticing way. Your front was pressed to the bed, and Navia could hear you whimpering when the tip dragged over your cunt, trying to turn and get a good look at her behind you.

“Just relax for me, belle. I’ll be gentle.” Navia promised, slowly sliding into your dripping hole while you grabbed onto the blankets in tight fists. Navia felt the pressure of your fluttering pussy, grunting as she slowly pushed further in.

You whined, biting the blanket as Navia pushed into you more firmly. Though, before she could move any further, she pulled out gently. You quietly whimpered, confused. “What’s wrong-”

Navia rolled you over onto your back. “Nothing, it’s okay, I’ll keep going. I just want to be able to see you. I want to see your face when I take your virginity.” she kissed you deeply, sliding back into you. She pushed the strap in further until your pelvises were flush together, drinking up your moans straight from the source.

She waited for you to tell her to move, only then fucking you deeper, kissing you over and over as she made sure you were seeing stars. You grasped onto her shoulders, crying out for Navia as her pelvis ground into your clit. “Feels… I- it’s good-” you babbled, tucking your face into Navia’s shoulder while she fucked you so lovingly.

“So beautiful…” Navia whispered, kissing the side of your head. She bucked her hips harder, going faster as you moaned, begging for more. Navia treated you so well, giving you exactly what you wanted and more. She urged you to come for her, snaking a thumb down to rub at your clit until you finally came around her strap. Navia slowed down, growing more gentle as you recovered, panting, head falling back limply.

Navia peppered your face with kisses, seemingly pleased with her handiwork as she eased you up and onto her lap, sliding the strap out of your cunt as you squirmed. “Shh, it’s okay. Did it feel good?”

“So good… thank you.” you smiled, kissing her cheek tenderly. “Now you?” your hands reach out for her. Navia sighs, kissing your cheek and nodding. She removed the strap, guiding you back between her legs.

You were curious and gentle, needing Navia to guide your hand to slide your fingers into her. Though once you got the hang of it, you got more experimental, crooking them at different angles and sucking her clit gently. “Is this okay?” you asked and Navia responded with a breathless nod.

“You’re doing a good job, mon ange.” Navia confirmed and you smiled into her cunt, moving faster and working desperately to make her cum. Her thighs nearly crushed your head, though you kept going diligently, wanting to show her how good she made you feel; how desperately you wanted to return the favor.

Finally, Navia reached her high, easing up and petting your head with a gentle hand before pulling you up to cuddle on her chest, falling asleep in her warm embrace.

[porcalinecunt]

hiiii. saw you’re writing kinktober. can you write anything for liu kang? thank you 😊

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆

💀 KINKTOBER EVENT

🎧 𝐋𝐈𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐜𝐰 — soft dom!liu kang. sub!reader. breeding. praise kink. fingering. begging. size kink. belly bulge. overstimulation. multiple orgasms.

a/n: tysm for the request! liu kang was already on my list for kinktober since he’s been growing on me lately. hopefully i was able to do him justice! again, tysm for requesting him and enjoy! 🫶🏼

You were already close, and he hasn’t even done much yet.

Liu Kang plunged his fingers in and out of your weeping cunt, soaking his fingers in your arousal. With his other hand, fondeling your left breast with ease compared to his finger-blasting. Even after orgasming twice at this point, his stamina wouldn’t let up not even once.

“Liu—please..”

He instantly stopped, turning his head towards yours. Ready to give whatever you wanted.

“What is it my love?” He asked, oh so gently. You already were getting butterflies once again from his voice alone.

“Please fuck me, please please ple!—“

Your begging was haulted immediately, as Liu pushed your forward from his lap until you were on your stomach. He curled his fingers around the loose strands of your hair that covered your face, leaning closer till his head is right above yours. Pulling you by the neck backwards, but not choking you, he planted his lips against yours.

Lost in the kiss, you didn’t feel him slowly filling your cunny until you felt something poke at your stomach. You moaned in his mouth, as he crept his hand over your tummy where a large bulge could be felt. You knew Liu was huge, but fuck, it always felt like the first time every time. Especially with how delicately he treats you.

He moved slowly, hitting all the right spots that made your arch against him. Your gasps and whines were all swallowed by your demigod lover, who held you like if you were to shatter at any moment.

Suddenly, a warm rush instantly made your knees turn into jelly as Liu quickly came inside your pussy, filling you to the brim with his seed. You moaned out loud as he pressed you against his body out of surprise. Reeling from his high, he immediately realized what had just happened and grew flustered from it all. Guess he wasn’t the only sensitive one here.

“I-I’m sorry my love, I should’ve asked—“

“Again.”

Liu looked down in shock, his white eyes wide with a hint of pink sitting underneath them.

“What?—“

“Again, do it again. Please…”

You began to plead, turning over onto your back and spreading yourself open once again. Liu watched in awe at the sight of his girl running her fingers through her cunny, smearing his cum all over and it leaking out of her. Something from an erotica, unreal and too perfect to be true. No surprise, he was rock hard once again, spilling a giggling out of you.

Liu smiled warmly, an innocent face compared to what he was doing with his hands, which was cupping one of your breasts while his other hand held one of your thighs. Sinking back into you, his pace quickened as you felt another orgasm approaching. The demigod watched you as you soaked his dick with a mix of his cum and yours, pushing Liu closer to the edge.

“I’m close—I’m close, my love..”

He whispered, leaning closer to your face to press a kiss against your forehead, with his body towering over yours. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist and locked him in position to keep him on you. It was proven useful, when Liu snapped his hips against yours, breeding you for the second time.

Your legs shook from the overwhelming pleasure, your mewls being shushed from Liu when he pressed his lips against yours once again, kissing away any stray tears that may have fell. Once your high has calmed down, your lover slowly pulled out, his seed spilling out of you slowly. You watched in awe at how much he had truly spilled inside of you, the gush of white seemingly not stopping for a few more seconds.

You were almost falling into a trance until Liu pressed his forehead against yours, his warm skin sending goosebumps all over yourself.

“You did so well, so good for me love.”

You could only close your eyes, melting in his touch as he took you in his arms before carrying you off to the bath to relive your aches. You couldn’t have asked for a better lover, and he knew.

🎧 this work belongs to @porcalinecunt. reblogs and feedback are appreciated. <3

[jeonginsdiary]

i love your fics they are so much fun to read!! can you do one that is lee!hyunjin and ler!minho? i hope you are doing well :))

- Debut (sana special)

- Lee! Hyunjin | Ler! Minho

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“Ugh! I can’t get this!” Hyunjin groaned, burying his face in his palms out of frustration. Stray Kids had just debuted and he already found himself struggling to perfect the choreography.

Lee Know gave him a soft smile in hopes to bring the mood up. “You’ll get it soon,” He sympathized. “Especially since I’m your teacher.” His hopeful smile turned into more of a smug one at his own comment and Hyunjin couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

“If anything that’s what’s holding me back,” He muttered under his breath jokingly, shivers running down his spine at the sharp glare the older gave him. “Maybe it’s time you let go of your ego and let another member lead the dance.” Hyunjin continued, knowing Minho was the best fit dance instructor of the group. But still, he couldn’t help but mess with him.

“Shut up!” The shorter whined, reaching over to jab the boy’s side, not thinking much of it.

Hyunjin folded over with a loud “GYAH!”, his arm shooting down protectively. “Don’t do that!” He whined, his lips quivering into the smallest hint of a smile.

Minho raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Why not?” He reached for the younger’s side again, this time delivering a well placed poke before the boy could whirl around and stop him. He gasped when the taller barely managed to stifle a giggle, instead slapping a hand over his mouth to cover his widening smile, his other hand pushing frantically at the older. “No way… you’re ticklish!?” He asked incredulously.

“No, that’s ridiculous!” Hyunjin retorted, crumbling to the ground in a heap when he felt fingers on his tummy. “Stohohohohop!” He squealed, eyes widening in embarrassment as he twisted side to side.

“You are ticklish!” Lee Know giggled, his fingers still wiggling along the expanse of the boy’s belly. “Looks like we have a way to shut you up when you get too cocky.”

The taller let out a groan, but it came out as more of a giggly whine. “I wahasn’t being cohohohohocky! Get awahahahahay jackahass!” He bucked up when Minho moved onto his ribs, finding the crevices and digging in.

“Oh I’m definitely finding your death spot for that.” The older said, lifting his hands and resting them on the boy’s stomach again. “First I have to find a spot that makes you desperate for it to stop.” The boy instructed like he had done it a million times. “Then I have to tickle it until you spill.”

Hyunjin let out some nervous giggles, staring skeptically at the attacker. “H-how do you knohow all that…” He trembled, still waiting for the other to make his next move.

Lee Know gave him a tiny grin. “It’s easy, it works on everyone!”

“Even you?”

The dance teacher dug into the boy’s lower tummy in embarrassment in attempts to silence the younger. “Shut up! I’m not even ticklish!”

Hyunjin grinned even more at the blush that appeared along the dancer’s cheeks and neck. “Thahat’s not whahat Channie hyung sahahahaid,” And this just fueled him to dig harder into the boy’s belly, pulling more and more squeals and laughter.

“That son of a—” He was cut off by a loud scream and when he looked down his hand had traveled along the younger’s waistline, above his hipbones. “Oh~ What do we have here?” The dancer experimented by pushing his first two fingers into the area. And sure enough, the boy under him crumbled immediately, forcing his hands away and holding protectively onto his wrists.

“Please no! Not there, hyung please!” The poor victim begged, shrieking when Lee Know twisted his hands out of the boy’s grasp and dug his index and middle fingers in again. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO I SAID DOHOHOHOHOHOHON’T!!”

“Is this your spot?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Then where is it?”

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TELL YOHOHOHOU! IT’S TOO TICKLISH PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Well I’d imagine so, if this isn’t even your worst spot and you’re already crying.” The older giggled. “Is it your second worst?” To this Hyunjin shook his head frantically. “How sensitive are you!? This isn’t even your second worst spot?” The boy couldn’t even answer because of how hard he was laughing.

Minho huffed. He clearly had to try harder. He slid his fingers down to the younger’s hips. Switching between pinching the bone and rubbing the hollow. This deadly combo had the taller in shambles. He threw his head back to the ground, laughter silencing with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. He clawed at Lee Know’s arms but was eventually too weak to do so, and had resorted to grasping onto his wrists feebly. He was just about ready to spill anything until Minho spoke up.

“You’re way too ticklish for your own good. Let’s hope no one else finds out about your little secret. Although, I doubt it’s hard for you to hide.” The older’s ramble gave Hyunjin just enough motivation to keep going, despite the crazy sensitive touches to his hips.

“GOD JUST MOVE SPOHOHOHOHOTS ALREHEHEHEHEADY!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!” He finally mustered up enough voice to plead.

The tickler continued. “Not if it gets you desperate like this! Are you ready to speak now..?” He asked, fully expecting the younger to tell him everything. Minho was surprised at the vigorous head shake he received in return, and although he was happy to stay here until Hyunjin spoke, he remembered this not even being the boy’s second worst spot.

The taller was beyond grateful when his hips were left alone, wiping the sweat from his forehead and panting heavily. He looked like he had just ran a marathon!

Suddenly, Lee Know turned around, straddling the breathless boy’s hips, his back facing towards Hyunjin. “Now, let’s see how sensitive your legs are.” He reached a hand down to squeeze the younger’s kneecap, satisfied when Hyunjin’s leg shot out with a squeak.

“Please no — nohohohohoho!!” Minho got to work and began squeezing along the boy’s knees, scribbling into the undersides.

The dancer smirked at his discovery. “You’re ticklish everywhere! I bet there’s not a single spot on your body that won’t get you screaming!”

This time Hyunjin’s face began to fill with a pink hue. “Whatehehever, you’re probably the sahahahame!!”

Lee Know groaned, flustered again. “Why do you keep bringing that up!? I told you I’m not ticklish!” With that said, he placed his hands where the younger’s knees and thighs met and began squeezing mercilessly. He jolted at the loud scream that erupted from behind him.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO NOT THEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!!”

“Ooh~ Bad spot?” The older teased, finding the boy’s inner thighs and placing his thumbs on top, just about ready to press in.

“Nononono please!” Hyunjin begged, doing the only thing he could think of and grabbing the other’s sides, giving a harsh squeeze.

Minho choked on a gasp and pressed his elbows to his sides and arching his back a little, kneading his thumbs into the area before the younger could make another move.

“AGHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! YOU’RE TICKLISH TOOHOHOHOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Hyunjin managed to laugh out, thrilled at the sudden discovery. But the massaging in his second worst spot was seriously driving him crazy… The taller tried opening his mouth to say some other snarky comment, but Lee Know was already rubbing deeply into the small bone along the top part of his inner thighs, successfully plunging him into silent laughter.

After a long time of thrashing and a considerable amount of pounding on his back, the older decided to give the boy just enough breath to speak and he moved to claw at the tops of his prey’s thighs.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I’LL TELL YOU OKAHAHAHAHAHAY JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Minho let up but kept his hands on the boy’s body in warning.

Finally, the dancer spoke. “I-It’s my armpits…” He panted breathlessly, already squealing when the older forced his fingers in, finding it difficult due to the other’s tightly clamped arms. “Nohohoho please dohohon’t!” Hyunjin cried, somehow giggling from the unmoving hands.

“You can’t just tell me your death spot and not expect me to tickle it! Are you sorry yet..?” The shorter questioned in a final attempt. When a shake of a head was all he got in response, he pushed his fingers in and wiggled around like crazy.

The scream Hyunjin let out was hysterical. “GAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAIT—!!” His laughter cut out once again and he was left a helpless, ticklish mess on the ground. The younger’s whole body jerked upwards when Minho plunged his fingers deeper into his hollows and he threw his head back in defeat.

“Look what happens when you disrespect your elders,” The shorter smirked, Hyunjin trying frantically to kick out behind him or buck his attacker off. “Looks like someone can’t even laugh anymore~ You’re probably the most ticklish person I know!” The older added in a teasing tone. The younger could only arch his back in response, desperate to get out of this predicament.

“Are you sorry?”

Hyunjin had never nodded harder in his whole life, but even so, Lee Know continued. His eyes filled with panic when he realized the older wasn’t letting up and he switched to his last resort. Reluctantly he began to bring his clamped arms up.

“What are you doing?” The older boy dug in harder, unsure of Hyunjin’s plans but certainly not ready to find out. It took everything in the younger to not snap his arms back down and he once again grabbed the boy’s torso, squeezing like his life depended on it. This time Minho couldn’t hold back his reactions and jolted dramatically at the touch, falling off of the younger like he’d been electrocuted and thrashing aggressively on the floor, his bunny teeth showing as a smile etched onto his face.

“So Chan hyuhung was right.” Hyunjin said through heavy panting, squealing when the shorter reached for his armpits again. “Okay okay I’m sorry!” The younger scrambled away. “I’m seriously gonna get you back for this,” He said once he was a safe distance from the dancer.

“Don’t even think about it.”

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literally such a rushed fic so i hope you guys still enjoy it, but this is how i imagine minho would find out hyunjin’s ticklish😅 (honestly thinking of writing fics of how each members sensitivity was exposed🤭)

this fic is dedicated to my tumblr best friend @itzsana-kiddingmenow who has now been writing on tumblr for a year!! even tho we don’t talk as much anymore i still adore her and she’s been there for me whenever i needed her. ilysm sana you have the cutest personality and i’m so grateful to have met you <3

my two year anniversary might be yesterday for most of you but is today for me!! (7.26) so i’ll have fun reading the fics you guys made for sana!!

[mosaickiwi]

“Bad” Gift Giver Angel Headcanons

Just some ~silly and wholesome thoughts~ I put on disc but wanted to share here too! I'm a lil spammer. cw// Slight mention of violence at the end.

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

Ren/dacted with an Angel that gives weird ‘just because’ gifts but they don't realize how strange they are since he genuinely cherishes everything they give him. <3

🎁 Giant 5 pound gummy bear! Ren tries like hell to finish it, but his tummy hurts. He ends up preserving it in epoxy to put on a shelf. Half of its head is missing.

🎁 Angel finds one of those train sets that hung from the ceilings in some McDonalds stores way back in the day. (video) Ren sets it up in his room and rigs it to work as a morning wake up alarm. Or just lays down and watches it go when he’s trying to sleep. He might paint over Ronald's face though.

🎁 Customized Furby that looks like an eldritch horror? They thought it matched his vibes and now they regret giving it to him. 

💝 When Angel stays over, it scares them when they wake up in the middle of the night. Ren imprisons it in his shrine room after Angel wakes him up in tears begging him to move it somewhere else. The battery died a long time ago, but sometimes Angel still hears it laughing through the walls.

🎁 The UGLIEST sweaters imaginable. They light up, they make noise, they itch, they burn the eyes of all who see them. Dude is overheating himself in the summer cause he just feels so loved every time he puts one on.

🎁 There’s a phase of food gadgets and utensils, despite neither of them being a decent cook. Angel is disappointed since some of the items simply don’t work the way they wanted, but Ren adores the small everyday use ones. 

💝 A tabletop s'mores maker—it takes too long to burn marshmallows the way Angel likes, but Ren is endlessly patient about it while he hands them a blowtorch. Tiny novelty gumball machine that he puts on his desk and fills with mint chocolate candies. Hello Kitty waffle maker but they both keep burning it. 

💝 A pizza cutter shaped like an axe, Thor’s hammer meat tenderizer that he uses incorrectly, cat paw oven mitts, tongs, and serving spoons. Imagine this tatted, grumpy eboy pulling a frozen pizza out of the oven with his cute little paws??? He totally wears the matching apron if Angel asks.

🎁 It’s almost suspicious how he’s never surprised at a gift, but Angel still tries to catch him off guard. They’ll not so discreetly leave tiny presents around his apartment for him to find. Whether they’re just love notes, weird greeting cards for holidays he wasn’t aware of, or hand sized plushies in brightly colored capsules so he can experience some type of surprise at the very least. Even so, he always spots them immediately, but pretends it's taking him a few hours or so to notice anything different. Once he 'finds' one he'll teasingly thank them for the scavenger hunt.

🎁 Ren absolutely SEETHES on the inside whenever anyone else gets a gift, no matter how ridiculous it is. He wants the exact same thing immediately and drops the most obvious hints possible. 

💝 A hideous, singing, wall mounted fish for Teo’s birthday? Ren’ll talk all about how he’s always found them entertaining, his favorite fish is a bass—what do you mean he used to make a weird face whenever he caught one in Stardew? The moment it gets thrown away he’s digging through the garbage and bashing Teo over the head with it for not appreciating such a thoughtful present.