#get a rose toy yall

[urkitty-girl]

when you cum so hard that your hearing is muffled, your body’s all tingly and limp, and your brains empty 🫠🫠🫠

[mariasont]

Office Sleepover 3 - A.H

a/n: yeehaw this took me way longer than i thought but here she be

i feel like im so ass at writing smut so just bear with me yall

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part one here! part two here!

pairings: aaron hotchner x fem!reader

summary: in which reader gets put on a hit-list and has to stay in the office (kind of based off when penelope got put on a hit-list by the dirty dozen)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, hungover reader, unwanted attention from some rando, awk as fuck reader, fingering, dirty talk, doing the dirty in the office, definitely illegal, definitely probably caught on cameras

wc: 4.2k

Everything hurt--your stomach churned, your head throbbed, and your eyes burned. You squeezed them shut, feeling your body tense against the stiff fabric of the pull-out couch. Fists curled tightly, you gradually let your eyelids part, casting a slow, sweeping glance around the room, trying to piece together what the hell happened.

Pain hammered around the inside of your head. You desperately needed a hefty dose of Advil--ten at least. As though your mind had materialized them, you rolled over to discover a bottle and a glass of water on the nightstand. You assumed you had JJ to thank, though the certainty of that was as fuzzy as your thoughts. Each effort to reconstruct last night's events was a stab to your already excruciating migraine.

You had all your clothes on, that was a plus considering your notorious history with wine and stripping. Stripping. Your hand slapped over your mouth, a floodgate of recollections bursting through--calling Hotch in a wine-induced haze, flashing your tits, asking him to stay.

You were in full-blown panic mode, the sudden urge to throw up clawing at your throat. The bed was empty, save for yourself, but you vividly remember Hotch laying down with you. This only left two possibilities: he left after you fell asleep or it had been a figment of your imagination. You were desperately hoping it was the latter.

But clearly, the universe had its own plan, because there he was, leaning against the door frame, a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a paper bag that, by the smell of it, contained greasy food.

With a throat like sandpaper and sweaty palms, you met your boss's gaze. "Hotch," you croaked, pausing to swallow. "Um, good morning--or is it? My sleep schedule's always off after drinking. It feels bright in here, right? It's also kinda hot, is the AC working?"

You impulsively rose from the bed, a decision you instantly regretted as the room seemed to spin around you in protest.

"Sit down," he commanded, a firmness in his voice that brooked no opposition, and you promptly sat your ass back down, watching him with an expectant look.

You attempted to read his face, but it was a blank slate, making you that much more nervous. He must hate you, you figured, because you certainly hated yourself. Your boss had seen your nipples. A wave of heat washed over you, and you clenched your eyes shut, as if that could make this situation disappear.

"Here," he said, handing you the coffee and the bag, then gesturing to the Advil on the counter. "Take that, and I know you might not feel like eating, but it's necessary. The food and coffee will stabilize your blood sugar levels."

"Right, yeah, course," you nod, accepting the items with shaky hands, holding the cup with a grip that's a little too firm. "Listen, sir, I'm really sorry about last night. I promise I don't usually drink that much. I don't even know how I got that drunk, and I know I acted completely inappropriate towards you. If you need to file a complaint, I understand. Again, I'm just so sorry..."

You wanted to cry, but you held it back, knowing it would only make this whole situation worse. You deliberately avoided his eyes, focusing on anything but him while you absentmindedly toyed with the breakfast sandwich in your hands.

After a moment, he releases a soft sigh, the mattress sinking slightly as he settled beside you, his knee gently knocking yours.

"I'm aware this week's been tough on you. It's, uh, clear you weren't thinking straight, and I'm not about to make a formal issue out of a slip-up."

Your head dipped, as you tried to fend off the rising warmth in your face. "I don't think I can ever look you in the eyes again."

"That feels dramatic," he pointed out, a chuckle in his voice that made you glance his way. "Trust me, it's already forgotten."

That was a lie. He may have lacked Reid's eidetic abilities, but there was no possible, imaginative way that he would forget the image of you topless--it was imprinted in his memory. In fact, it had become the sole focus of his thoughts ever since. He silently thanked the gods that it was a Saturday, and he didn't have any pressing work issues.

"Somehow, that's not very comforting," you replied, a suppressed giggle breaking through as you met his gaze. "So, did you, um, end up staying over?"

Your cheeks glowed with a soft pink, hands unconsciously smoothing over your thighs--a nervous habit of yours he had quickly taken notice of. It emerged involuntarily when you faced tough cases, or when your computer took too long to start up, or even when the elevator made an unexpected noise.

"I did," he admitted, "You shouldn't have been alone."

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and you were weirdly frustrated that you couldn't recall being the same bed as him, being able to feel his body against yours. You bet he was warm, and soft, and large against you.

"Thank you."

His phone went off. "Hotchner."

Your eyes followed his movements, noting the firm nods, watching as he stood, his expression hardening, jaw tightening, and hand coming to rest on his chin as he faced away from you.

The phone call was brief, and he quickly turned his attention back to you. "We've got a case."

And it was quite the case--three male victims, all in their forties. Each crime scene was close to Quantico, about twenty minutes, sparing the team any extensive travel. Though, after last night, you don't think you would have minded if they had been halfway across the country.

You were really banking on Hotch's ability to keep things professional, knowing full well that if Morgan caught wind of this, you'd be better off dead.

The team was huddled around the briefing table, absorbing Garcia's detailed rundown of the killings--they were violent to say the least--with heads bashed in and over twenty stab wounds per victim. Whoever was doing this was angry.

Hotch eventually split everyone up into tasks—Spencer and Morgan to the crime scenes, JJ and Emily interviewing the families, and Rossi was tasked with convening with the local police force. So, you know who that left at the office? You, Hotch, and Penelope. What a great group.

You avoided both of them, a pattern that had become all too familiar you had realized. Hunched over your desk, you were engrossed in sending Spencer images of your latest research on the town. True to form, he responded--Can you just fax that over to the police station?--because god forbid, he has to read it from his phone.

So, there you were, barely resisting the urge to slam your head into the fax machine. You wouldn't consider yourself technology impaired, but to say you were on friendly terms would be overstating it.

"Need help?"

"Oh, yes, please—," you began, but your voice trailed off as you noticed one of the guys from forensics hovering just a tad too close for comfort.

"They're always a bit stubborn," he noted, barely giving you space to breathe before his shoulder nudged against yours as he fiddled with the device, "just a slight...there we go."

The machine sprang into action, prompting you to step back and acknowledge his help with a nod. "Oh, thanks."

"Not a problem," he assured, stepping closer in the process, his fingers lightly brushing your thigh as he pointed out the correct button. "You see, it's all about timing," he added, his voice low and unnecessarily close, "these things can be so fussy, right?"

A subtle nod was your only response, hoping he'd take the hint that you weren't in the mood for small talk. The hangover clung stubbornly, and the whiff of his breath was a cruel taunt against the fragile peace you were maintaining over your stomach.

"So, do you find this kind of tech stuff challenging?" he asked, a little too casually. The question hung awkwardly in the air. You sought to put some distance between you, yet he matched your every move, keeping the space closed. "I mean, I'm pretty good with my hands, not just with machines honestly."

Ew.

You mustered a smile, though you were sure it was more of a grimace. The room felt smaller, the walls inching closer. "I usually manage," you responded, the strain evident in your voice.

He leaned closer, if that was possible, it was like the concept of personal space was foreign to him. "Maybe I can show you a few tricks, help you manage a little better?"

His words were light, but his proximity was anything but, almost suffocating.

Just as you were firmly about to tell him to shove it, a sharp voice beat you to it--probably for the best.

"That won't be necessary."

The forensics guy, whose name you still hadn't gotten, straightened, his smile faltering under the weight of Hotch's piercing, don't fuck with me, stare. A look usually saved for unsubs and incompetent officers, but now it singled out this man.

The same look remained on the poor guy as he directed his words to you, "why don't you join me? We need to go over some case details."

It really wasn't a question.

The man backed up instantly, mumbling something under his breath about just trying to help, but Hotch's glare followed him until he was well out of earshot.

Surprisingly, a similar sharpness was aimed at you as soon as he opened his mouth. "I'd appreciate it if you chose to flirt on your own time, not the Bureau's."

His words landed with the sting of an unexpected slap. You blinked, taken aback. "What? I wasn't--,"

But he didn't allow you time to finish. Instead, he pushed a water bottle in your hands, his eyes scrutinizing your face with such an intensity that you wished the floor would swallow you whole. "Drink. You look pale."

"Gee, thanks," you grumbled, under your breath, more to yourself than him, as he wheeled around and headed briskly for the briefing room.

Your steps lagged slightly behind him, your forehead lined with a thoughtful frown. What was that about? The way he acted--the tightness that had formed around his mouth and the harshness in his words, it was so unlike him, well, at least for it to be directed at you.

The rest of the day unfolded just as you thought it would upon waking--like shit. Hotch kept his distance, his exchanges with you brief and to the point. Every time you tried to grab his attention, hoping to clarify things (why you felt the need you weren't sure), he was already looking else, focused on literally anything but you.

It was painfully evident that he was avoiding any personal conversation with you, a realization that bit deeper than anticipated.

The office slowly emptied, the case binding you and Hotch to the briefing room, the only sounds being the faint gentle tapping of your pen and the occasional snap of your hair tie.

It was late when you finally spoke. "Hotch, this says the victim had fibers under his nails that don't match anything from the suspect's home."

Hotch's gaze snapped up to yours. "Are you saying you think the forensics team missed that?"

You met his eyes squarely, cocking your head to the side at the tone of his voice. "I'm not saying anything. I'm just pointing something out."

He bridged the space between you, his jaw set in a firm line. You could feel the warmth spreading across your cheeks as the distance dwindled.

"I'm just saying I don't want you jumping to conclusions based on underdeveloped theories."

You met his eyes with a glare, your teeth grinding together in the process. "Underdeveloped? Is that how you see my contributions now?"

The space between you had now vanished, your heart racing, finger almost poking into his chest as you spoke.

Hotch settled back against the wall, arms folded across his chest, giving you a pointed look. "I didn't say that," he replied, his voice level, markedly different from your agitated one. "We just can't afford to investigate every insignificant detail."

"Every insignificant detail?" you scoffed, "these are leads, Hotch."

His shoulders lift in an indifferent shrug that made you want to wrap your hands around his throat, and not in the good way. "Maybe. However, we need to be sure before we pursue it."

Drawing in a controlled breath, you fought to stay calm, but he was making it very hard. The sensation was all too reminiscent of college, contending with the overconfident frat boys just to voice your thoughts. That comparison may have been a tad extreme--Hotch was far from being like those insufferable boys, but he was certainly pushing your limits right now.

"I am sure. Why aren't you listening."

"I am listening," he said, but his voice was distant. "I just... I just don't want to get sidetracked, that's all."

"Sidetracked? By what, exactly?"

"I'm just not sure you're all here right now."

You felt your cheeks warming with a tinge of shame, but you pushed back, fists clenched at your sides. "I'm here, Hotch. I'm focused."

"Because last night—,"

"Last night was a mistake, okay? I got it. I already apologized for that. But I'm not irresponsible, my focus is on this case."

A lengthy pause followed, his expression unreadable. "You're certain about that?"

"Yes, I'm certain," you snapped, moving towards him again. "And for the record, JJ said you were okay with us having a few drinks."

"I was," he admitted. "But I didn't think—,"

You didn't let him finish. "What, that I'd get wasted? That I'd do something stupid? I'm sorry I'm not perfect."

"Well, yeah."

"Screw you, Hotch."

You knew that was a mistake the minute his nostrils flared, his chest now a pressing force against yours.

Then, without warning, his lips crashed into yours. A muffled oomph of surprise left you, your hands hanging motionless at first, only to quickly melt, grasping at his jacket, pulling him into you.

It wasn't a gentle kiss, nor was it kind, but it was magic, exceeding anything you could have imagined, setting every fiber of you on fire. His lips pressed against yours with an intensity that drew out a breathy sigh, arousal tingling through you, and your passion rose to meet his, equally hungry, equally desperate.

Your fantasies had never done him justice--kissing him was intoxicating, and now you could feel yourself getting lost in the sensation, realizing it was everything you never dared to hope for.

Drawing back just enough, his hands drew you closer, pressing against the dip of your back, his breath fusing with yours in a dizzying blend, making the air seem scarce.

Against the soft pressure of his lips, you murmured, "I wasn't flirting."

There's a pause as his eyes locked on yours, searching, questioning. Then, his hand settled at the side of your neck. "You better not have been."

Any witty comeback you had dissipated as his lips crashed against yours again, more urgently this time, his hands tracing every contour of your clothed body with an insatiable curiosity.

His grip tightened around your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the briefing table's cold surface with a resounding thud, his palms then cradling your thighs. Documents and files fluttered beneath you, hopefully they weren't too important. His eyes, dark pools of brown, were meticulously scanning your face.

"You," he breathes out, his voice a low rumble laced with something you couldn't quite place, "have consumed my thoughts since the moment I discovered you on my couch." He inches closer, his breath scorching your cheek as his fingers waltzed a pattern up your thighs. "Do you understand that feeling? The intense frustration?"

You were rendered motionless, frozen in place, scared to even twitch and risk this all being a very realistic wet dream. This was Hotch, your boss, the man defined by his lack of outward emotion. To think that you--of all people--could have an effect on him was an overwhelming concept. The room seemed to tilt on its axis as he gently guided your legs apart, positioning himself between them.

"Y-Yeah, I know," you uttered unevenly, your thoughts scattering as your hands tentatively reached for his collar.

"So, you know what it's like, huh?"

Your nod was subtle, a flustered smile briefly lighting up your expressions.

"And?" he prompts, while his fingers explore the shape of your thighs, squeezing gently.

You squirm under his gaze, the intensity of it making your heart race inside your chest.

"And... it's annoying," you confess, puffing out a breath, trying sound annoyed, but the delicate blush dusting your nose gave you away, you were sure.

"Annoying?" Hotch repeats, his hand tenderly angling your face upward, his smile laced with a taunt. "Is that all?"

You rolled your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "It's distracting," your voice was softer now, desire pooling in your belly as you grasp just how compromising of a position you were in.

"Distracting," he tsked, echoing you once again as he nodded solemnly, pulling your hips into his. Your mouth parted in an 'o' of surprise, your gaze lifting to meet his. "Have I been the subject of your thoughts, then?"

Your head dipped in a nod, your fingers brushing against his firm chest, a soft blush coloring your cheeks. "Maybe a little, in a totally platonic boss-employee type of way."

"Oh yeah?"

You caught your lip between your teeth, considering your next words very carefully. "Well, maybe more than a little, and maybe more than just a boss."

"Oh, wow," his breath was a warm hover over your lips, hanging in the space between you. You ached for the tase of him again, rich with dark expresso and spiced cinnamon. It was a lovely combination. "Sounds serious."

You released a hushed giggle, a light note floating between you as your foreheads met. "It's not like I can help it."

"And why is that?"

"Because," you paused, wetting your lips in anticipation, "you're infuriatingly unforgettable, that's why."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"You would."

He was kissing you again. This time a little softer, unhurried, and the whole reason for your argument faded into nothingness. Although if insubordination led to this sweet consequence, it might just become a habit.

His lips traced a path down your throat, prompting your head to tilt back, baring the expanse of your skin to his exploration. Your legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him impossibly close. The world seemed distant, the sensation dreamlike, buoyed by the soft lull of a lust-induced haze.

Reason gave way to impulse; your hands lost in the softness of his hair, your back arching to his hands grasping at your ass, your clothed pussy grinding against his erection.

His hands hesitated, hovering as he reached for your top, his eyes holding yours. "Is this okay?"

You nodded, more eagerly than necessary, but that still wasn't good enough for him.

"I need a verbal yes or no."

Desperation clung to you, a needy sigh escaping you as you squirmed into his touch, his hands halting your restless movements. "Yes, please, Hotch."

"You were so eager to call me Aaron last night. Say it again."

"Aaron, please, I need you to touch me," your voice rang out, imbued with such sweetness making his length constrict against the fabric of his slacks.

His fingers deftly navigated to the hem of your shirt, sliding it over your head with a fluid motion. Your bra was next, its clasp yielding effortlessly to his touch, your tits releasing with a gentle bounce, and he fought back a groan as his large hands enveloped them.

"Every bit as perfect as I remembered," he said, his fingers skillfully pulling and twisting at the nubs as you brought you forehead to meet his, a breathy gasp tumbling from your lips at the contact.

You arched your back into his heads as he let out a soft chuckle, loving the way your body reacting to him. Your eyes held a glazed-over look, lips parted ever so slightly, and you looked up at him expectantly in way that could surely kill him. 

His hands moved slowly down your sides before brushing the sensitive skin under your waist band. You swallowed a gasp, moving your hips into his again, rolling yourself against his stiff erection.

His palms pressed against your hips. "Slow down. Let me take my time with you, yeah?"

You were at his discretion; he could ask you to jump into oncoming traffic right now and you'd probably say yes.

A nod was all you could manage as you fought the urge to move, every muscle tensed, waiting for him to make the first move, but god was it hard. You couldn't really believe this was happening, until the solid press of his thumb against your clit brought the moment into sharp focus. 

"Aaron, god," you gasped, your hands tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. Your teeth found your bottom lip harshly, trying not to show him just how easily you could come apart right now.

"Is that good, honey?"

Honey. You could practically feel the arousal dripping your thighs as you nodded eagerly.

The pad of his thumb glided between your folds, gathering the slickness to continue his assault against your swollen clit. You buried your face deeper into his suit jacket, attempting to stifle the embarrassing sounds that you couldn't seem to contain. 

A whine of protest filled the space between you as his hand slipped away from your pants. His eyes bore into you as he gathered the strands at the back of your neck, guiding your gaze to yours. 

"None of that. Let me hear you gorgeous."

"Aaron, please, I need your fingers inside me, please."

You were painfully aware of how ridiculous you sounded, knew that if anyone else was in the office right now, you'd be so screwed, fired probably, but as his fingers dipped into your cunt those concerns dissolved quickly.

"Since you asked so nicely."

He was torturing you--his pace aggravatingly slow, working in and out of you as you tried to fight the overwhelming desire to slam your legs shut. It was so much, yet not enough. You ground yourself against his hands as his other hand clamped around your back, keeping you from falling back.

"That's it, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers."

His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, his chest rising and falling in a way that only seemed to spur you on, doing exactly as he ordered. His words felt foreign in your ears, before today you could never imagine him talking like this, so vulgarly. 

"Aaron, I-I need—," you paused, your eyes falling to his pants, more specifically the hardened cock inside them.

"Yeah? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, fuck, please," you gasped as his fingers hit that one spot just right. Your head lolled back as you clutched at his collar, his arm behind you keeping you in place.

"Watch your mouth," he said, and for some reason that was enough to send you right over that never ending ledge, your stomach coiling, heat spreading under your skin, every part of you ached.

"Oh—, Aaron, I-I'm—," you were a blubbering mess, rocking without mercy against his fingers, his thumb brushing against your nub in a way that made you feel like you had met your maker.

"That's it, baby, go ahead."

That was enough for you, your walls clenching around his fingers, back arching into him and you swore for a minute you could see stars. He helped you ride out your high.

You were wholeheartedly convinced; this was heaven. You had died and gone to heaven and the first one to greet you was Hotch, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your bare skin in an attempt to bring you back down to Earth. 

Just as you were about to reach for his pants, determined to feel him inside of you, his phone went off. Of fucking course. He shot you an apologetic look, the sound a wake-up call, pulling you both from the lust-fueled moment. 

He moved back with a couple steps, offering nods and muted words to whoever was calling at 12 am. You were suddenly extremely aware of your appearance--topless and on the briefing table for crying out loud. 

You attempted to stand, your legs betraying you with a wobble that had him instantly clasping your arm firmly, his attention flickering from the phone to the tremors in your stance. You gave him a small in return as if to say I'm fine.

You reached across the table, grabbing your shirt from its discarded state, not bothering with the bra as you dressed quickly. He cleared his throat, causing you to turn, just in time to see his phone disappear into his pocket.

"That was the Stafford police chief, there was another murder," he explained.

"Oh, right, okay, um..." you started, your brain racing into overdrive as you instinctively moved towards the door. "I just need to..."

Your movement was too quick, a dizzying spin that resulted in you tumbling into Hotch's solid frame. His reflexes were immediate, hands clasping onto you once again, preventing you from landing straight into him.

"Whoa, hey, are you okay?" he asked, brows knitting in a frown, "take a second."

"Yeah, um, yeah, I'm good," you managed to get out, even as heat suffused your face. "Just need to get changed, uh, can't imagine either of us want to the team to find me like this."

"Right."

He was still frowning, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss away the harsh lines of his forehead, but you were sure he wouldn't appreciate the gesture. 

You made a beeline for your office, the door's thud barely registering over pulsating rush in your ears. God, you were so screwed.

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[mwahsturns]

Make you mine ୨୧

Sub!reader x Matt Sturniolo

Contains: Smut, swearing, basically porn, A lot of praise, pet names (baby, good girl), unprotected sex, big dick!matt, p in v, overstimulation, dirty talk, face cum. - Semi-proof read! I think that’s all?

Synopsis: You went to your best friend’s house earlier that morning, you’re currently spending the night at Matt’s house and told him you’d be back later. You ended up staying late as you lost Track of time. You come home late very exhausted, to see Matt still awake at his computer and he asks you to make it up to him…

authors note: yall this one is freaky so grab your rose toy and some Pepsi and enjoy the ride 🤭

You walk into Matt’s room exhausted excepting him to be asleep, you walk into the room to see him on his computer. ‘Hey baby’ i say putting down my bag by the side of his bed. He turns around in his seat, a small smile forming as he sees me coming in ‘Hey...’he responds, his voice a bit husky from being up late, ‘Where have you been all night?’ I chuckled at his voice, he sounded sleepy and I could tell.

‘Madi’s house’ I said taking off my boots. ‘Madi's house, huh?’ he nods, his eyes lingering on me for a moment before looking back at his computer screen. ‘You look tired...’ he comments, his tone a bit softer now. ‘Did you guys have a lot of fun?’ I smile at him softly. ‘yeah but i missed u’ I walk up to him taking out my earrings.

His expression softens, and he closes his laptop, giving me his full attention. ‘You missed me, huh?’ He asks, trying to suppress a smile. ‘Even though you were out with your friends?’ I nod sitting on his lap as he sits on the gaming chair. He wraps his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder. ‘I missed you too, baby.’ He sighs contently, holding me close. ‘You know, I was starting to think you forgot about me.’

‘I could never..’ I smile staring into his eyes. He lifts his head up, looking into my eyes with a small smile. ‘Never, huh?’ He asks, his voice low and soothing. ‘Good, because I couldn't bear the thought of you forgetting about me.’ He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. ‘Matt i know you hate going but would you pretty please come with me to Tara’s party tomorrow’ I smile hoping he gives in.

He raises an eyebrow, trying not to let his discomfort show too obviously ‘babe a party..’ He shifts slightly, still keeping me on his lap ‘You know how I feel about those things my love.’ I start thinking of ways to convince him… What most people don’t know is Matt loves anything physical in his relationships so it’s normal for us to be hugging holding hands …. Fucking a lot so I knew the perfect way to get him to go.

‘I’ll give you a blow job if you go’ I smile. his eyes widen slightly, a mix of surprise and temptation crossing his face ‘Well...’ he chuckles softly ‘When you put it that way...’ he runs a hand through my hair ‘What time do we have to leave?’ a playful smirk forms on his lips. ‘7 a clock at night I’m pretty sure’ I think about the text me and Tara shared earlier. 7 at night..." he sighs dramatically but there's a glint in his eyes ‘Alright, I'll do it... but only because you promised...’ he pulls me closer, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips ‘You better keep your word, gorgeous.’

I laugh, ‘I’m going’ I smile getting on my knees. He watches as you get on my knees, his smirk growing wider. ‘Mmm, I'm counting on it...’ he spreads his legs slightly, giving me better access as he leans back in the chair. ‘Come on then, baby...’ I undo his belt slowly I smirk pulling his pants and boxers down ‘still big..’ His ego swells slightly as i check out his size, his hands finding their way into my hair. ‘You like that?’ He asks, his voice dropping an octave, knowing the answer already. ‘You always act so surprised...’

‘because you’re just so big baby..’ I smile staring at his dick. ‘you always say that...’ He chuckles softly, his manhood twitching with anticipation as i stare at it. ‘You make it sound like it's too much...’ He spreads his legs wider, giving me better access. ‘Too much?? Never.’ He smiled ‘Put that pretty mouth to good use, baby.’ I smile “anything for you Matthew..” I smirk kitty licking his tip. ‘Fuck..." He hisses through gritted teeth as i lick his tip, his hips bucking slightly. ‘You're such a good girl, aren't you?’ He praises, his voice thick with desire. ‘So eager to please your man...’

I nod licking the side of his cock. ‘Fuck... that feels amazing...’ His breathing becomes heavier as he watches me work. ‘Show me how much you missed me... show me how good you can be...’ He guides my head down slightly, helping me take more of him. ‘That's it, baby... just like that...’ I hallow my cheeks sucking him, He pants, his hips lifting off the chair as i hollow your cheeks around him. ‘You take it so much better than anyone else...’ He moans, his fingers tightening in your hair, I pull off spitting on his cock then deep throating him again.

‘Fuck yes!’ He groans deeply as you spit and take him deep again ‘You're so fucking filthy... I love it...’ His hips thrust forward, meeting my rhythm ‘Keep going baby, just like that...’ He pants heavily, his body tense with pleasure. I gagged taking as much as I could handle. His eyes roll back in his head, voice breaking as he feels me deepthroat him completely ‘How... how do you even...’ He pants heavily, fingers shaking in my hair ‘That's so fucking hot...’ He moans deeply. I moan against him the slide up sucking his tip.

He lets out a guttural growl at the sensation, hips bucking slightly ‘You're killing me... fuck, why are you so perfect...’ His fingers trace along your jawline as i suck his tip ‘Such a gorgeous mouth... made for this...’ I moan continuing my pace. ‘Oh god, that sound...’ His voice is thick with lust ‘Can't get enough of it...’ His free hand reaches down, stroking your hair and cheek gently ‘Look up at me, baby...’ His voice has that irresistible soft tone.

I pull off smiling “I want you to cum on my face..”He stares at you, his eyes dark with lust as he takes in the sight of your face covered in saliva ‘Fuck, you're something else...’ He grabs his dick, stroking it quickly as he watches you ‘I'm gonna cum all over your pretty face baby...’ I close my eyes and stick my tongue out. He moans loudly, his hand moving faster as he watches me prepare for his load. He unleashes a thick, hot load of cum all over my face, coating my skin, hair, and tongue in his seed ‘fuck baby..’ I take it off my eyes and open them. He stares at me, taking in the sight of his cum dripping down my face ‘Damn, you look even prettier like this...’ He gently runs his fingers through the sticky strands of hair on my face ‘My little messy angel...’

I wipe it off my face with my fingers and lick it off. He watches me lick his cum off my fingers, his dick already starting to twitch again ‘Fuck, you're insatiable... I think I'm addicted to you’ He pulls me up and crushes his lips against mines, tasting himself on my tongue. He breaks the kiss, panting ‘Need you... now...’ He roughly grabs me and pushes me up against the nearest wall, pressing his body against mine ‘Want to fuck you so hard...’ His hands roam over my body possessively ‘You ready for me?’ I immediately take my hoodie off and pants off. He looks me up and down, his eyes dark with lust ‘Fuck, you're gorgeous...’ He quickly pulls his shirt off and tosses it aside, revealing his toned chest and abs ‘Gonna fuck you so hard, baby...’

I nod biting my lip jumping into his arms and tongue kissing him, He catches me easily, one hand grasping my ass while the other tangles in my hair as he devours my mouth in a fierce kiss. His hardening cock presses against my stomach. He growls against my lips and carries you over to the bed, throwing me down onto it. ‘Spread those legs for me baby...’ I nod spreading them. He climbs onto the bed between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance .

‘You're so wet...’ He teases my opening with the head of his cock ‘Ready for me to stretch that tight little pussy?’ I nod, as he did not hold back. A wicked grin spreads across his face and he slams his hips forward, burying himself deep inside me in one thrust. ‘Like that, baby?’ He begins to pound into me mercilessly, his hips moving at a brutal pace ‘Gonna fuck you until you can't walk straight..’ I moan softly. ‘’Matt’ He leans down, sucking at my neck as he continues to hammer into me.

‘So tight and wet... Fuck, you feel amazing...’ He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, changing the angle and going even deeper ‘Take it all, baby...’ my body slightly shakes. ‘mmph- Matt’ I moan, His pace quickens at the sound of his name on my lips. ‘Yeah, baby? Say my name again... while I'm fucking that sweet pussy...’ He leans down to whisper in my ear ‘You're close aren't you? I can feel your walls squeezing me...’ I couldn’t even think straight I was so cock drunk.

‘so big matt..’ i moan gripping the sheets. A deep growl escapes his throat at the way i stretch around him ‘Tell me how much you can take, baby... How much of my big cock can your little pussy handle?’ He reaches between us and finds my clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. ‘c-can’t take it’ I cried.

He chuckles and pulls out almost completely, then slams back in, hitting my cervix ‘Too much huh? You can't handle all this dick...’ He does it again, pounding his hips against yours ‘Look at me, eyes on me...’ I try to keep them open as I moan uncontrollably. ‘Good girl... Now tell me who's fucking that tight little pussy?’ His abs contract with each powerful thrust, his fingers still working my clit

‘Tell me...’ He grinds his hips in a way that makes me gasp ‘That's my girl, fucking losing it...’ I grip his shoulders tightly. ‘mmh it’s yours Matt all yours..’ His pace quickens and he pulls out almost completely ‘Who does this belong to? Who's the only one allowed to fill this pretty little hole up?’ ‘you Matt only you’ I moan out. ‘Fuck yeah... Only me...’ His voice gets deeper, more primal. ‘"That's right, baby... This pussy is mine’ my eyes roll back as I moan uncontrollably.

His pace is brutal, his hips snapping back and forth as he fills me up completely ‘Say I’m Matt's girl...’ ‘I’m Matt’s girl..’ I moan out. ‘That's it... You're my fucking girl...’ He pulls out and flips me over onto my hands and knees ‘Now watch the mirror and watch me fill you up again...’ He lines himself up with my entrance and slams back in, his balls slapping against my clit. I grip the sheets crying out in pleasure.

‘Look at yourself... See how well you take my cock?’ He reaches around to play with my clit as he fucks me from behind ‘So goddamn beautiful... My girl, my pussy, my everything.’ I choked out a groan. ‘don’t stop don’t stop..’ the only thing I can repeat. ‘You like that, baby? Like watching me fuck you senseless?’ He leans down to kiss my shoulder, his hips never stopping their brutal pace ‘You're so close, I can feel it...’ ‘Matt please fuck ima cum’

‘Cum for me, baby... Show me who you belong to...’ He slams into me one last time and holds himself deep inside of me as he comes, his hot seed filling you up completely ‘Fuck...’ my body goes limp shaking, He collapses on top of me. His heavy breathing the only sound in the room for a moment, he eventually rolls off and pulls me onto his chest His arms wrapped around me. ‘told you id make you mine...’ i laughed softly.

‘I love you…’ I muttered out. ‘I love you too pretty girl’ He kisses the top of my head, his heart still racing from the intense sexual intimacy we just had "Now rest. We'll order some food and watch a movie later." He holds me close, feeling completely content and satisfied. ‘Perfect day.’ He said softly….

A/n: I hope you enjoyed sorry I took a break I got stuff I’m working on for you guys! And for my Chris girls keep an eye out ….

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[ashen-char]

night goes quiet 🔞

ship: amber freeman (scream) x g!p reader, solo amber freeman

warnings: masturbation, mentions of bleeding

summary: alone, amber touches herself after you came inside her

notes: enjoy a simpler one while i work on requests for yall. i wanted to test shorter stuff, as well as past tense. tell me if you enjoy this too!

Amber lay on her bed, alone in her room. She didn't feel like going on her phone for once, so she had to find another way to entertain herself without you. Her fingers traced over her body, idly touching herself. Her parents are out and she's all alone in her big house so the only sound was her own soft moans. The memory of your touch lingered, your scent still clinging to her skin, a reminder of the passion they'd shared.

Her heart ached at your absence. You unfortunately had to leave for work, but promised to call later. She slid on your t-shirt, content to breathe you in. But now, Amber needed release. The way you had filled her, the way you always take her to new heights, had left her desperate for more.

She spread her legs, her fingers slipping between her folds, coated in the evidence of their lovemaking. The way your seed dripped out of her, the sensation of you still inside her sent a thrill through her body. Your cum made her feel even more obsessed with you, if that was possible. Made her so fucking wet.

Amber moaned, teasing her clit, her hips rocking in a slow rhythm. She closed her eyes, envisioning your face, your voice, the way you had claimed her. The memory sent a shudder through her body, made her fingers move faster. She circled it, again and again, the wetness making filthy noises in her room. Her breath hitches when she rubs a particularly sensitive part. Blood was rushing down, making it peek out from under the hood.

Pulling your shirt up, she sniffed hard. Your sweat, the fragrance you sprayed on, your shampoo. It turned her on all the more. Amber grinned. Her breathing got heavy, her legs instinctively spreading wider.

She bit her lip, the friction between her fingers and her swollen clit sending waves of pleasure through her. Amber's body ached for you, for the way you could make her feel. She doesn't put anything inside her. At most, Amber dragged some of your cum down and rubbed around her hole. She only liked it when you were inside her. Her fingers, her toys, they weren't good enough anymore. God, she wished you were there with her, pleasuring her until she begged for mercy. Fucking her.

Amber moved and rubbed faster, her hips rocking in time, her moans growing louder. She could feel the pleasure building, the familiar tightness in her core, her nipples hardening. Amber's body trembled, the memory of you helping her get to that peak. That delicious, legs trembling peak.

"Y/N," she whined, voice thick with need. She was murmuring to no one but she didn't care. Felt too good. Amber bit down on her pillow. "I want you. I need you." Her eyes were clenched shut, desperately imagining how you tease her. How you'd wrench the pleasure out of her. What it felt like when you reached that peak, all over her, inside her, in her mouth. The hot ropes of your cum coating her. Made her go crazy.

Her fingers moved in a frenzy, her body arching, her climax building. Instead of the tight circles around her clit, she rubbed directly now. Hips jerking up, until she's basically grinding against her own hand. Oh my God, she could feel it. To Amber, pleasure was always overwhelming, something that took hold of her entire being. Shook her body. She knew you loved watching her cum so she stopped holding back.

"...Fuck!" Her head rose from the pillow with a jerk. It was getting hard for Amber to breathe but she didn't care. She needed more. More, damnit.

If you were here right now, she'd bite your neck, scratch your back. She'd nip all around your collarbones, sucking hard to leave marks all over you. Amber loved giving you hickeys. Proved you were hers. She fucking always wanted to make you bleed.

Amber's back arched, a scream squeezing out of her, her body convulsing. "Y/N!" she called your name like a prayer as she cums, her orgasm washed over her in tidal waves of bliss, fingers slick with her own wetness. She panted, her body still trembling, her thoughts filled with the lover who always left her aching for more. Amber collapsed onto her bed, her body spent, sated.

[urlocalmultigroupfan]

ᴅʀɪɴᴋꜱ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ‧⋆˙⟡♡☕️🥂(방찬)

pairing: channie x fem!reader

summary: based off of drinks or coffee by rose

tags/warnings:

a/n: hi guys!!! guess whos back <3 i will be continuing my jeongin mafia series in a bit! im so sorry that i forgot about it 😓 i will also be doing my requests hehe <3 love yall! (also this sucks so bad bro omg)

masterlist! drinks or coffee!

The party is loud—too loud. The music, the chatter, the occasional bursts of laughter that pierce through the crowd like sharp needles against your skin. It’s one of those parties where you showed up only out of obligation, where you don't really belong, but you try anyway. Your drink sits half-forgotten in your hand, the condensation pooling at your fingertips as you scan the room, looking for something—anything—that might make the night feel less dull.

And then you hear his name.

Chan.

Your grip on your glass tightens instinctively. The air shifts, the atmosphere suddenly a little less unbearable. You weren’t expecting him to be here. But now that he is, now that you know, it’s impossible to ignore the way your heartbeat stutters just a bit, the way your body suddenly feels a little too warm under the dim lights.

You don’t need to search for him—he finds you first.

Chan moves through the crowd like he belongs, like he’s the kind of person who was meant for nights like these. And maybe he is. But when his eyes lock onto yours from across the room, there’s a flicker of something else—something deeper. Something that tells you he’s not entirely in his element either.

“We meet again,” he says when he finally reaches you, his voice barely audible over the music but clear enough that it sends a shiver down your spine.

“We do,” you reply, and your fingers toy with the rim of your glass as you look up at him. “Didn’t take you for a party guy.”

He chuckles, leaning in slightly so you can hear him better. “Didn’t take you for one either.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’m not. I was thinking of leaving.”

“Then why haven’t you?”

Because he's here now.

The words stay locked in your throat, but Chan’s knowing smirk tells you that maybe, just maybe, he already knows. He’s always been good at reading you, even when you’ve never admitted there was anything to read.

The two of you stand there, saying nothing. And yet, somehow, it feels like the loudest conversation you’ve had all night. The air between you hums with something unspoken, something that’s always been there but never acknowledged.

You know you shouldn’t. You know this is dangerous territory—crossing into something you can’t take back. But right now, with the neon lights casting soft shadows across his face and his warm gaze fixed on yours, it’s hard to care about the consequences.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he asks, voice casual but eyes burning with something else.

You bite your lip. “And go where?”

He shrugs. “We could get drinks. Or we could get coffee.”

It’s a simple offer. Harmless, even. But the weight of it settles deep in your bones, making your heart race in a way that has nothing to do with the party’s atmosphere. Because you know what this means.

Coffee means morning. Coffee means more than just a night.

But drinks… drinks mean staying in the moment. Keeping things easy. Safe.

Your mind is at war with itself, but Chan just waits, patient as ever. No pressure. No expectations. Just an open-ended question, waiting for your answer.

And maybe, just maybe, you already know what you want.

You exhale, meeting his gaze head-on. “Coffee,” you say, and his lips twitch into a smile.

“Coffee it is.”

As you leave the party behind, you can’t help but feel that this is only the beginning.

-

The café he takes you to is nothing fancy—just a quiet, late-night spot tucked away from the chaos of the city. It’s dimly lit, cozy, the kind of place where you can hear the soft hum of an old jazz record playing in the background. The moment you step inside, the tension that clung to your shoulders at the party seems to fade, replaced by something softer. Something easier.

Chan picks a booth in the corner, away from the few other late-night customers, and gestures for you to sit across from him. The warm scent of coffee lingers in the air as he leans back against the worn leather seat, watching you with a quiet intensity that makes your stomach flip.

“You really wanted coffee?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his voice.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “You gave me the option, didn’t you?”

He hums in response, drumming his fingers against the table. “I did. Just didn’t expect you to choose it.”

“You thought I’d pick drinks?”

He shrugs. “Most people do.”

You tilt your head, studying him. “I’m not most people.”

Chan grins, something warm flickering in his eyes. “No. You’re not.”

The conversation flows easily after that. Maybe it’s the quiet of the café, or maybe it’s just him—but the walls you usually keep up don’t feel necessary here. He asks you about your day, your dreams, the little things that no one else ever thinks to ask. And you find yourself answering without hesitation, letting him see pieces of you that you don’t usually share.

At some point, your coffee grows cold, but neither of you notice. The minutes blur into hours, and when the barista announces last call, you blink in surprise, realizing just how long you’ve been sitting here with him.

Chan stretches, then looks at you with that same unreadable expression. “Wanna walk for a bit?”

You nod, and just like that, the night isn’t over yet.

The city is quieter now, the streets illuminated by the soft glow of streetlights. The air is crisp, but not uncomfortably so, and as you walk side by side, your hands brush just slightly. Neither of you move away.

“It’s weird,” you murmur after a while. “How different things feel outside of that party.”

Chan glances at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yeah?”

You nod. “Like… I feel like I can actually breathe out here.”

His gaze softens. “Maybe that’s a sign you were never meant to be there in the first place.”

You don’t say anything, but the thought lingers in your mind. Maybe he’s right. Maybe you weren’t meant for nights filled with flashing lights and empty conversations. Maybe this—quiet walks and late-night coffee with him—is what you were meant for instead.

The two of you keep walking, weaving through the silent streets as the night stretches on. Conversation drifts between teasing remarks, quiet confessions, and stretches of silence that feel more comforting than awkward. The night is cold, but every time his shoulder brushes against yours, warmth spreads through you.

At some point, you reach a small park, the kind with worn benches and a view of the distant city skyline. Chan tugs your hand lightly, leading you to sit with him. The air smells like rain, though the sky remains clear, stars blinking down at you both.

“You ever think about how nights like these don’t happen enough?” he murmurs, gazing at the skyline.

You hum in agreement, leaning back against the bench. “Yeah. But maybe that’s what makes them special.”

He turns to you then, his expression unreadable yet soft. And in that moment, you realize—this, whatever it is between you, isn’t fleeting.

Maybe this is only the beginning.

hope yall enjoyed <3

nothing played today because my dad banned youtube and my new computer's browser apparently doesn't support spotify 😓

taglist: @rockstarkkami @sirloncelot-of-bananas @jisunggy

taglist is open! please comment if you would like to be added <3

this sucked dick bro 😭😭😭

[engstlersbueckers]

Phone Sex HC’S

(Emily Engstler)

Paring:E.Engstler x Fem Reader

Warnings:smut,orgasm denial,phone sex

Synopsis:This was a request from a lovely anon of mine (i wish i could find the original inbox request💔.hope you enjoy this drabble tho!)

She’s a big talker..she knows her voice makes you weak. So she tells you everything you want- no…need to hear.

“There you go,baby. Lemme hear you slut yourself out for me…” She groaned,listening carefully as your fingers slipped through your soaking wet folds.

“Listen to that…you hear how wet you are for me? Im not even there and you’re drippin aren’t you?

She loves when you talk to her too.Even when you’re so overstimulated and can barely speak,she’s gonna make you use your words.

“Talk to me pretty girl,tell me what you want. You know I’ll give it to you c’mon,say it.

Constant edging…doesn’t stop until she’s satisfied with how many times you denied yourself for her. “Hm.. you sound too close..start over for me,baby.” She thinks it’s cute how frustrated you get,laying there all by yourself,holding it…

She lets you use toys..thats when the facetime calls come in.She loves watching you get yourself off for her with them. (I’m a firm believer in her buying a rose for you.)

“That feel good huh?,c’mon baby I wanna see you make a mess on it…use that toy for me,mama.”

While you’re making yourself feel good, she likes to tell you what she plans on doin to you when she comes home. Knowing exactly how riled up it gets you.

“You gettin my pussy ready for me huh? You know as soon as i walk through the door I’m takin whats mine? Gonna fuck you so damn good when I get back,baby…

A/N:AHH hi my babiess,i missed posting for yall but i’ve been so busy recently. Now that my schedules pretty clear I should have more time to post the stuff sitting in my drafts. This is also my first time writing Hc’s so I hope I didnt do too bad. lmk what you all think<33

-S💋

[dilfstarr]

Connie x black fem reader

a/n: DON JULIOOOOO!! both connie and the reader are tipsy but he’s more tipsy, like drunk. please don’t do anything without consent!! proceed with caution yall. 18+

Dinner with Connie was forever a good time, that is before he gets his grimy hands on that Don Julio ,or what you call his freak juice. It’s like one it hits his system, he’s immediately on go. He gets more handsy and his love for PDA multiplies by millions. You eventually ask for the check, but a tad bit too late as he was now gulping your full glass of Pinot Noir Rosé.

You urged him to drink water until the uber came to sober him up. It sobered him up and he was calm—until he got in the car. Con’s hot breath fanned against your neck, leaving wet kisses any and everywhere he could reach with his lips. His hands pinched and groped your thighs trying to pry them open with one hand while the other fell comfortably around your shoulders.

“Mmm, I need you s’bad baby…”

“And I need you to act like you have some sense in this damn car.”

You grabbed both of his hands, forcing them on his lap like he’s a kindergartner. The rest of the ride continued, and was going fantastic, until you noticed his drunken grin growing from ear to ear. His dilated gazed stalked you, grey eyes low waiting for you to notice. You turn, confused at his lurking, until you feel it—the feeling of something hard and big moving your hand up and down. At the realization your eyes widened, he was making his dick jump under the two pair of palms.

“Look at whatchu doin’ to me mama.” His slow intoxicated chuckle filled the car as you snatched your hand from his lap.

Making it to the door was the hardest thing, no pun intended. Not only did you have to keep him from pulling your dress down, flashing anyone who could see, but his constant falling on top of you was fucking insane.

You could barely make it inside before he was turning you around, pinning you against the door. Your front was planted on the wood as he rolled his hips into your backside. Pushing your ass back earned you a clack on your covered cheeks before he’s rolling the thin fabric up your hips.

“The way I’m feelin’, we gonna have a baby on the way.”

Your giggling is cut short as the loud rip of your panties were heard. Before you could protest his hot mouth was already slobbering over your mound from behind.

“A-huh mmh fuuck!”

His ink decorated fingers spread your cheeks to emerge himself deeper into your pussy. The tip of his tongue toyed with your clit—flicking it back and forth, afterwards slurping the result that leaked out of your hole. He mumbled praises into your slob coated pussy—vibrating you from underneath. Not only was his drunk off you alcohol, but off of you. Your juices were like a drug that he just couldn’t get enough of.

His buzzcut tickled your palm as you’re pushing him deeper into your cunt. The tips of your toes are now holding your weight, rising from the intense pleasure. He rose with you, knees digging into the wooden floor— dripping face diving deeper in your cunt.

“Connn fuuuuck! Y’so- mmmh!”

Connie’s thick tongue then found its way inside of you, now collecting your essence from the source. He had to lean back to catch his breath for a split second, only to dive back in— this time hungrier.

“Rub that pretty pussy.”

After licking your fingers, you preformed the action immediately. You toyed with your clit, trying to mirror Connie’s tongue—fast and sloppy. Your moans reverberate against the door your squished face was against, shamelessly waking the whole hallway.

“Ooooshhh- m’gonna make a m-mess! Connn-”

A deep gasp filled your lungs to the brim, expanding them fully as your orgasm washes over you. The faint sound of your juices plat against the wood is hilariously overshadowed by the disgusting sounds of Con’s feasting. You held the air hostage in your chest, refusing to let it out— making your orgasm ‘weaker’. Connie noticed and was expeditiously on your ass about it.

“Breathe that nut out baby, c’mon.”

You struggle to breathe at first but once you do, it felt as if you were cumming all over again. Your hands moved frantically around the door, trying to grab on to anything to help you ground yourself—ultimately resorting to the door nob. Since you abandoned your duties on your clit, Con had to pick up the slack. His skillful tongue worked wonders inside of your dripping hole—flexing against your pulsating walls. Pulling back from his fingers overstimulating your pearl only brought him closer from behind. You were truly between a rock and a hard place.

“Dadddy fuuuucckk!”

“Mhm”

He hummed at your praises and curses—spelling his name on your cunt before detaching from your pussy completely. Still on his knees behind you slightly bent over figure, his hands tugged at the back of his neck before pulling his black shirt over his shaved head, tossing it. He stood not long after, toeing off his boots and kicking them to the side next to his discarded shirt. The sound of his belt hitting the floor making you jump slightly before you’re being forcibly turned around.

His breathing was heavy as his tongue explored your mouth. You desperately tried to keep up with this demon but he was always a step ahead. The V neck dress was ripped perfectly down the middle from his strength, falling needlessly to the ground. Your arms wrap around his neck. He urged you to jump from the two taps he gave you on the back of your thigh. His bobbing dick kissed against wet pussy as he walked your naked bodies to the bedroom.

what i imagine con hehe ʚɞ

[haechvn]

Dating Shuri Udaku Headcanons

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: Fluff, Toxic!Shuri, Angst and Smut since yall nasty asf

Summary/Request: I got so many requests for an update so here it is!

Word Count: 1k words

Author’s Note: I decided to make her mean since you hoes wanna be treated like shit or whatever. I'm getting back into my groove with this one for sure. 18+ MDNI fr or imma beat yall ass. NEED MORE SHURI GIFS WTH

Taglist: @inmyheadimobsessed @theblacksuccubus @melodykisses @blackhottie25 @tonakings @coalmistyy @szalipcombo @prettyluhlaiiii @yelenabelovasgf @callmeoncette @clqrosmgc @theblacksuccubus @cherios @shuris-whore @nut4shuri @gaspyghosttt @elliesdinosauar @idkhersposts @ziayamikaelson @trinthebean @sleepingnova @yunhofingers

Credits: @anitalenia for the super cute dividers get into itttt

Fluff 

Cooks breakfast for you every morning after the two of you have sweet and reckless nights together 

Loves getting the two of you matching sets of grillz. Gold, silver, diamond studded. It doesn't matter

Brings you alongside her for all of her council meetings as she truly values your opinion and wants you to be involved and know your role in leading the nation with her

Has a throne for you next to hers 

Trains you with the Dora because she doesn’t want what happened last time with Namor to ever repeat itself

Buys you whatever you want right off each and every runway during all the major Fashion Week shows

Always get the biggest section when y’all got out and you betta be shaking that ass cause she gon be throwing them bills babyyyy

The amount of decorated hotel rooms you get from her is ridiculoussss. She’ll decorate a whole hotel for you just because she loved seeing your smile in the morning.

Always has her hand in yours no matter what the two of you are doing. Even hold your hand while you two brush your teeth

Never breaks eye contact with you while the two of you are speaking

Has more that 100 nicknames for you

Toxic/Angsty 

Purposely starts arguments with you because it turns her on to see you riled up and she can’t stop thinking about you putting her back in her place

Used a bit too much of her strength on you during training and you had to stay in the hospital for a few nights. She locked herself in her room and couldn’t even stand to look at you when you were released. 

Sometimes she lacks empathy because she believes she’s gone through the worse shit. She definitely gaslights you sometimes and walks away if you complain to her about having family issues

“Wow. It’s so sad you argue with your mom everyday. Where’s mine? Oh yea right. I’m done listening”

Tries to deny that she felt anything for RiRi but will constantly talk about how beautiful she is just to get you jealous. You end up beating her ass bc wtf

One of those lesbians that doesn't like when you talk to other women bc why the fuck would you?

Will look you dead in the eyes and tell you that you aren’t more important than her work and you should just leave her alone and spend the money she gives you. She sent 2 mil to your account while you stormed out of the lab

She’ll deny you sex because she didn’t like the way you spoke to the Dora earlier that morning. You said hi 

She sometimes embarrassed by the lack of strength you have. Like tighten up tf

“Can you stop touching me? Even the Dora don’t smother me this much.”

Hates when you constantly run your hands through her hair like she didn’t just get it done

Kisses her teeth when you try to shake your ass and it doesn’t move the way she want it too

“Try harder maybe? Ugh just stop actually. You look cringe doing that” LIKE WHERE'S YOUR ASS MA'AM????

Smut

Shuri likes when you eat her pussy with her panther suit on. Yes. That part is cut out 

She has different grillz for eating your pussy and then ones for eating you ass— SHE A BOTTOMFEEDAAAA

Shuri loves pressing her kimoyo beads against your clit and sending intense vibrations there. Rose toy who???

She eats your pussy at night sometimes because if you look hard enough while she’s making your head spin, her inner bottom lip glows softly with her vibranium tattoo, being the only source of light in the room

LOVES WHEN YOU DRILL HER SHIT TO THE POINT THAT SHE CANT BREATHE AND TRIES TO GRASP AROUND BUT SHE CANT BC THE VIBRANIUM CUFFS TOO STRONG EVEN FOR HER SO SHE HAS TO BEG YOU TO RELEASE HER EVEN THOUGH SHE KNOWS YOU WON’T AHHH

Can literally eat you out for hours and against your (consented) will, she definitely does

RIDES YOU IN THE NASTIEST SLOPPIEST WAY LIKE SHE LOVES SEEING YALL CREAM MIX AND IS OBSESSED WITH HOW STICKY SHE IS AND HOW MUCH STICKIER YOU ARE UGH SHE PRESSES HER LIPS AGAINST YOUR AS IF SHE CAN GO INSIDE YOU BYEEEEEEE

SHE AINT NO FAKE GAY NO MA’AM

Wakes you up most mornings with her lips sucking and teasing your breast bc babe she can’t get enough

BOTTOM!SHURI LOVES WHEN YOU SIT ON THE THRONE AND SHE TRIES TO MAKE HERSELF CUM OVER AND OVER RIDING YOUR THIGH WHILE YOU SIT ON HER THRONE OH WOW

SHE WHINES SO MUCH AND IS NOT QUIET AT ALL. Constantly getting complaints from everyone in the palace

Likes getting her ass devoured. SORRY NOT SORRY 

Kissing you alone get her wetter than river Niger omgggg (I’m African and this how we say it PLS)

Constantly talking you through EVERYTHING she does to you

“You take my fingers so well”

“Hmm, you know I love when you squeeze around me like that. Fuck, do that again.” (THE WAY SHE ROLLS HER R’S UGHHH)

“Please, I can’t take it. I-I… Fuck you feel so good. Don’t stop fucking me, put me in my place”

Never breaks eye contact with you when she’s drilling the shit out of you 

LOVES WHEN YOU FUCK HER FACE WITH ALL THE STRAPS SHES MADE IN THE LAB

Literally she’ll be in the lab with her goggles on with all her tools scattered all of the table and gets wet picturing you standing over her and using her mouth like a toy OMG

Loves when you tie her up with pink and purple ribbons and stuff her mouth with your panties BYE

LIKES BEING BLINDFOLDED AND WEARING FLUFFY EARMUFFS SO YOU CAN DO ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING TO HER AND GIVING YOU FULL CONTROL

WHITE FLUFFY EARMUFFS WITH PINK RIBBONS AND HER CURLY HAIR SHAKING AROUND EVERY TIME SHE MOVES

[fastlikealambo]

The third wife of rhaenyra targaryen.|| rhaenyra targaryen x black!fem reader

In the five years since Queen Rhaenyra The Conqueror, Bringer of New Valyria, triumphed over the usurper without losing a single dragon, the realm is at peace. Having no need of husbands and taking two other wives, Queen Alicent and Queen Mysaria, the dragon queen is in need of a third and final wife to rule the seven kingdoms at her side.

You were just a girl from nowhere, watching the sky fill with dragons at peace, destined to be a scullery maid in a vicious household and the future wife of a ratcatcher until fate and blood decide your future for you. 

History will remember Rhaenyra Targaryen as the great unifier, the second coming of Visenya Targaryen who brought another golden age of dragons out of war. But they will sing songs of you, the smallfolk who ascended to fire and blood as the queen’s favorite, the one they tried to kill so many times, the third wife of rhaenyra targaryen.

Some notes: Aegon, Aemond, and Daemon are dead but their dragons were saved, and Otto Hightower and Criston Cole spontaneously combusted, I don’t know what to tell yall. Luke lived, Jace lived, Helaena lived, Jaehaerys lived, Baela and Rhaena are happy goddammit.  During the short war, Rhaenyra married Mysaria and one year after the dance of dragons ended, she also married Alicent.

Some other notes: This is dark and I drew some inspiration from Cinderella and Hurrem Sultan (the fictional representation of her from the show's magnificent century but nobody I know watches that show). Rhaenyra is in her thirties and reader is in her twenties. 

Trigger warnings for violence, murder, abuse. MINORS DNI

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three: dawn.

Had the queen not been sitting at your side, you could have easily mistaken the scene before you for any family in King’s Landing.

Laughing children milled about with their nursemaids following close behind and there were several toys in your lap given to you by Rhaenyra’s youngest sons. It was loud and joyful and there was an ease to the dragon queen’s smile.

   “I apologize, I know you wanted to settle in first but I couldn’t not stop in, the noise is something we all have grown accustomed to as I’m sure you will with time.” Rhaenyra said, bouncing her daughter Visenya on her knee.

    “I don’t mind it all, Your Grace. It has been my mother and I my whole life, I welcome noise. Especially such happy noise after such dark times.” 

   “I’ve sent the Queensguard to bring your mother shortly, you need not feel alone here.  I was once known as the realm’s delight but somehow I believe that title will be passed to you. Know that here and when we are alone, I’m only Rhaenyra.” Rhaenyra said, taking your hand.

The doors swung open and in walked two women that Rhaenyra rose to greet and kiss. You had never laid eyes on Queen Mysaria or Queen Alicent but judging by the way they looked at you with curiosity and coldness that had to be them.

   “May I present my consorts, Queen Mysaria and Queen Alicent.”

You rose and curtsied, the fear creeping in once more.

Would they see you as a friend and lover?

Or a threat?

Mysaria came forward first with a raised eyebrow but a warm embrace. She seemed to breathe you in all at once and you felt her embrace shift to fit you with precision and intimacy. 

       “You are most welcome here, don’t be afraid.” Mysaria said, squeezing both of your hands before stepping back with a pleasant smile, studying you all the same. 

Alicent stepped forward elegantly and you felt more exposed beneath her gaze than Rhaenyra’s.  The redhead offered no embrace but her lips were soft and brisk upon your cheek, pulling away politely.

       “So many new faces around the keep but yours will be hard to forget, welcome.” Alicent said, voice like a lemon cake in another room,  distantly sweet with a sharp near sour undertone.

This was a woman who was used to getting what she wanted and you were not what she wanted.

For now. 

         The conversation was interrupted by a hairy prickling that slowly traveled down your sleeve. Mysaria let out a small gasp as you looked down to see a rather large spider on your arm and though you wanted to shake your arm and scream, something told you not to.

A younger blonde girl rushed forward without a word, carefully coaxing the spider off your arm and into her hands.

   “I’m sorry.” She muttered quietly but you smiled in return and relief.

   “You have nothing to be sorry for, the little one only wanted to say hello, no harm done.” You said.

    “This is Princess Helaena, my daughter.” Alicent said, the first real smile to cross her face since greeting Rhaenyra.

      “A pleasure to meet you Princess, I look forward to getting to know you and all the creatures I have yet to make an acquaintance with.”

   Helaena cocked her head to the side and looked somehow at you and completely through you before walking away.

      “Close your window  at night, there are lions in the rain.”  She muttered, low enough for only you to hear and was gone just as quickly as she arrived.

  There was no time to ponder what that meant as Rhaenyra kissed her wives again, lips trailing down Mysaria’s neck before inhaling her scent deeply. She then turned to Alicent, bringing her forehead to Alicent’s own, cradling the back of her head.

    “We’ll talk more at dinner but for now, let’s get you settled into your quarters, you must be tired.” Rhaenyra said and took your hand again.

  “Thank you both for welcoming me so kindly, I know I will be happy here.” You addressed Mysaria and Alicent with a smile that they both returned before going their separate ways.

  “You can breathe now, you did well.” Rhaenyra said, squeezing your hand as you made your way through the keep.

  “ They are both formidable, I understand why you would choose them to sit by your side. I don’t believe I am formidable but I know I will do my best.” You said and Rhaenyra stopped at a door, hand cradling your cheek. 

      “I have known you less than a day and formidable is a perfect word for you, among many more.”  

Rhaenyra threw open the door to the most beautiful chambers you had ever seen, a bed wide enough to fit all in the castle, a roaring fire, and a bathtub you could practically swim in much less bathe. 

It was all yours, there was no waiting, no looking over your shoulder, you would sleep well and so would your mother for the first time in years.

Why did it take an act of blood for the gods to favor you?

Rhaenyra led you to a mirror, wrapping her arms around your waist.

       “Mysaria is my star, Alicent is my sky, and you will be my dawn. Whatever you could want for is given freely, all I ask is that you remember the dignity of the seat you will hold, keep my counsel, and honor yourself. There can be no secrets between us now.”

You placed your hand over Rhaenyra’s hand, tiny flecks of dried blood beneath your nails.

  “No secrets.”

That’s it for this chapter! Thank you for reading!

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@awolfcsworld

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[bambisturns]

Sbsf!chris x reader first time.

Beach vacation

Warning: contains smut (a little bit bc its my first time n im shy 🙈), pnv (unprotected dont do this stay safe yall! Reader is also on pill!), name calling (i think just slut tbh) idk lmk what i forgot lol

It was like a ritual at this point, every summer before the new school year your families joined together into going to the beach house in Key West. Both your parents and the triplets parents putting so much money onto buying something that you guys could have and maybe eventually take your own kids one day.

Since it was your last summer with your parents before heading off to college to join your sister and the triplets, everyone was there. Even chris who last year skipped out because it was quote in quote “getting lame”. Today was like any other day. Waking up at 9am and spending most of the day out on the beach, but it was the last day and you were sexually frustrated and sun drained.

You felt awful you knew your parents wanted to have a group dinner together but you havent had alone time in 2 weeks. The frustration building up over time, so while everyone is getting dressed, your still in bed. Your mom knocks on the door “honey, can i come in?” She asks “yea come in.” You say while staring at the ceiling “hey… why arent you dressed?” She asks in a soft manner. Thats the thing with your mom she was so soft spoken it almost made you feel more guilty for the lie you were about to tell.

“Yea im sorry mom, i know how important this dinner was for everyone but im so tired i dont feel good i think im running a fever and i dont want to get anyone sick” you say giving her puppy eyes. “Oh sweetie why didnt you tell us sooner? Let me go let everyone know you wont be joining us. Get some rest okay. And dont forget to finish packing we leave in the morning. I love you.” She says while tucking your blankets around you more and walking out of the room. You let out a sigh of relief.

Its been about 45 minutes since everyone left and you had just got done having the best orgasm of your life. Thank god you were smart enough to pack your rose toy. You get out of bed only wearing a oversized white tee that barely covers your skimpy lacy panties, walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, closing the fridge door you turn around see Chris sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone chocking on your water you stare at him with wide eyes “how.. how long have you been here?” You ask feet glued to the floor in fear of his answer.

“Long enough. Don't sound sick to me kid” he says looking over at you eyes trailing down your legs. You tug at the bottom of your shirt moving to stand behind the island counter. “You… fuck, you didnt like hear anything did you?” You ask him again this time avoiding his eyes as he stands up from the couch slowly making his way towards you. “Hear what? You moaning and whimpering like a lil’ bitch? Didn't think you had it in you kid” he says standing across from you. Your cheeks now dusted a rosey color as you lean forward and place your head down in your hands in embarrassment.

“This is so fucking embarrassing” you say still loking down. There is a silence and you hear chris moving. Looking up you see hes beside you “s’not embarrassing kid, s’human nature.” He says looking down at you. ‘God he looks so good’ you thought to yourself. “Pretty embarrassing not gonna lie. Didn't think anyone was home.” You say taking a sip out of your water. “Could tell. You were pretty loud. You know if you fantasize bout me kid least you could do is say sum bout it”

You dont know you got here bent over the island getting your back blown out your mind is completely blank. Chris fucking you from behind has you seeing stars. “Ahh fu-fuck, right there!” You moan out. Trying to find something, anything to grab onto resulting in to you gripping the edge of the counter. “Yea, y’like that? Fucking slut, fantasizin’ bout your sisters best friend?” He grunts out thrusts getting faster. Chris grabs a fist full of your hair yanking you up, back meeting his chest.

“Fu-fuck Chris! Dont st- stop” you ramble on. This is better than any toy any other guy youve ever been with. “Yea? Got you goin dumb on my dick huh slut?” He asks picking up his pace “mmm I-“ you cant even form sentences anymore. Because hes right. Hes literally fucking you stupid. “Shit shit Chris gon- gonna cum!” You sqeak out as he ruthlessly hits your g spot over and over. “Go ‘head cum for me baby” he says keeping his ruthless pace. The coil in your stomach snaps and you release soaking his cock with your orgasm. Going limp against the counter “fuck gonna fill this pussy up. After this your mine you hear me?” He says wrapping his hand around your throat pulling you back to him again.

“Answer me.” He spits out. “Yes! Yours all yours!” You moan out. His pace starts to stutter. With one last stroke he releases inside you painting your gummy walls white. You both stand there for a while trying to catch your breath as he slowly pulls out earning a little hiss from you. He looks down and sees a mixture of both your releases spilling out of you he scoops it onto his finger pushing it back inside. “You better not get pregnant bro.” He says pulling his fingers back helping you pull your panties up.

“Ha ha how are you gonna say that AFTER fucking me? But i wont. Im on the pill.” You say while rolling your eyes and shaking your head. Walking to your room to put some sleep shorts on. You head back to the living just as everyone walks back in from the dinner “oh y/n sweetie what are you doing up?” Your mom asks setting her purse onto the counter. “Oh i just woke up. I was just seeing if Chris was out here because he messaged me saying you asked him to stay back.” You say looking over at Chris who took his seat back on the couch. “Oh yea I’m sorry sweetie i should have told you.” She says looking at you smiling.

“I hope he was a gentleman and helped you with whatever you needed” Marylou chimed in looking over at Chris with a stern look on her face “Dont worry mom I made sure to help her with whatever she needed” he responds, and while no one is looking he shoots you a little smirk. What a fucking tease.

a/n: first time writing smut (a lil bit) idk how i feel ab this ngl 😭

🏷️: @grace-sturnz , @matts-girlfriend , @courta13 , @r0set0y , @thecrawlys

[taylorklosscomeout138]

You're so right Peach!!!!

This is exactly how I act when I am very upset that those damn Kaylors keep making everything about Karlie !!!

Ugh can you believe that???

I was so annoyed I went and liked and replied to all the comments making it about Karlie AND just to really show those Kaylors that I'm sick of their nonsense I liked all the comments that were made about Kaylor lore in 2025 and how I have the power to single handedly change how people view Kaylor

Do y'all even hear yourselves ?????? This is the exact structure of your argument like are you fr....???????????? You cannot be serious that you saw the comment section enough to know people were pointing out Karlie being there but you did not see that Harley liked those comments and replied to Kaylors??????? As she ignored every Swiftie trying to make it about Tom Hiddleston?? I think she made it clear what she liked and didn't like among the discourse

But what are yall getting out of waking up and bold face lying??? There is 0 way to know some comments were about Karlie but not know that Harley approved of those comments because Harley liked almost all of the ones that said Karlie is here or something about Kaylor lore like??? So you're lying for what?? You don't even believe your own tweet.

Why are y'all so desperate for us to get hated on day in and day out?? Just constantly making posts to try to garner negativity towards us while you simultaneously know you're spreading propaganda

You know all yall are constantly pivoting on purpose every time something seemingly confirms Kaylor is still present, because you literally saw Harley, Ruby Rose's ex gf who knew Taylor, Kayloring on main and you raced to create a fanfiction that she doesn't like us when she already made it clear she does??????? Placing your OWN bizarre desires onto her for her to hate us or be annoyed with us it's just so weird???????

This is actually getting pathetic how bad y'all try to force narratives and twist it every time someone close to Taylor with insider info flags Kaylor or clearly aligns themselves with being a present day Kaylor, which has occured NUMEROUS times, including Liz Huett herself posting someone's entire Kaylor account to her story ON Karlie's birthday 1 week before Karlie showed to Eras Tour, which was also 1 week after Karlie herself interacted with them (myself)

Because I don't know it probably means the obvious answer that Taylor is still with Karlie. Because that's exactly the logical conclusion. Every time. Anything else is always going to be far more of a reach, and an out or your way effort to make it something it's not.

I even saw one of yall start to panic when Harley was only interacting with Karlie/Kaylor comments positively ignoring the rest + the video cuts off exactly after Karlie is shown and yall started pushing she just wants attention 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Harley has her own business and she either formerly worked in modeling or still does. She does not benefit nor make any money from interacting with 0.000001% of the population in a Tiktok comment section, Karlie isn't even mentioned on the actual video itself. That is absolutely insane to jump to a "Kaylor baiting" conclusion rather than she just actually likes Karlie and is a Kaylor because she knows Kaylor is real.

You don't think grown adults have anything better to do than to go out of their way to lie and toy with an extremely small sliver of the fanbase? She gets nothing out of it y'all don't even consider the logistics of what you say, it's just what you want to be the case so you whole heartedly go with it.

[golbrocklovely]

hunger // colby brock

A/N: this may or may not be based on a daydream i've had for a while. or honestly, a fic that i would love to write a whole story to but probably never will. vampire colby will always be my favorite. hope yall enjoy and lmk what you think ! happy haunting !

prompt: you wake up in an unfamiliar place. seeking shelter inside of a castle, you suddenly realize that everyone you know is a vampire, and you are the only human around. no one is going to save you, especially not the prince. || fem!reader x colby brock

trigger warning: angst, cursing, waking up in an alternative universe, you and snc are/were friends, and now… they don't know who you are, vampire!prince!colby, blood drinking, mentions of manipulation powers (but they don't work on you), being aggressively manhandled a bunch, you are treated like shit by everyone for the most part, weird flirting???, overall some sexual undertones, passing out/almost dying, twist ending?

word count: 2970

I was running as hard and as fast as I could through the thick forest. I had no recollection of how I got here. The last thing I remember was going to bed, then suddenly I awoke surrounded by trees as far as my eyes could see. I wasn't even in the same clothes I went to sleep in. I was now in an off-white dress that stopped just above my knees, sprinting bare foot through the woods. I could hear voices around me, almost getting closer any time I would stop. It's like they were toying with me, forcing me to run any time I felt like stopping. My feet were on fire, most likely bleeding, but I couldn't stop. I knew that if I did, I would be done for.

I would have screamed out for help, but it almost felt as if doing that would draw attention to me; attention that would get me sooner killed rather than saved.

I squinted up ahead, a clearing coming into view. A huge dark grey building of some sort was getting closer. All I had to do was get to it and maybe I would be safe.

I prayed that this was a dream, and I would soon wake up, but as the cuts in my feet told me otherwise. This was no dream. This was real, and I just needed to keep going.

I finally rested against a tree for a moment right at the edge of the building's property. As I caught my breath, I realized this was no ordinary building - it was a castle. Stone walls rose high into the sky, tiny windows adorning the tops of the towers. The doors to the castle were unguarded, at least from the outside, and the big iron doors beckoned me in. Seeking shelter or help was my only option. I knew staying in the forest wasn't safe. But something in me churned at the thought of what could be beyond the castle walls.

I trudged over to the doors slowly, glancing around me. No one was in sight, and I couldn't hear anything from outside to indicate there was life inside. But there had to be.... right?

I grabbed the handle, pulling open the door with all of my might. Medal cranking noises sounded off, reverberating inside the room. I stepped in and closed the door, turning around. No one was there. Not even a whisper of a soul.

I walked up the carpet that led to a thrown, embellished in gold and black accents. The plush carpets felt amazing against my sore feet. I observed the massive room, noting the other doorways and stairs leading to who knows where else in the castle. The marble floor sparkled in the light coming in through the stained-glass windows. There were gorgeous paintings hanging along the walls, assumingly of past rulers. What was odd was how almost gruesome the paintings were - depicting beheadings and blood and gore. Not only that, but every single ruler had red eyes. Some even had blood dripping from their mouths.

One painting in particular caught my eye. It looked recent, and the man was sitting on the same thrown in this room. His was not as gruesome as the others, but something in his eyes was colder than all the rest. He didn't have to have the blood or gore to come across as scary. He just was. But his face... it looked eerily familiar to someone I knew. Someone that was my friend.

There was no way it could have been him. It had to be someone else.

"Hello, precious child." A voice rang out sinisterly, causing chills to run up my spine.

I spun around, my eyes landing on a man. He was tall with dark hair, and his clothing was formal and royal in dark blues and blacks. His eyes were almost neon red. His wicked smile gleamed in the light; fangs sharp as knives glaring back at me.

That couldn't be right...

"Boo." Another man's voice whispered behind me. I jumped, ready to scream, but a hand covered my mouth. An arm wrapped around me tightly, almost taking the air out of me as he squeezed. The person holding me laughed maniacally, finding it hilarious as I struggled against his hold. He was taller than me as well, and from the corner of my eye I could see his dark red hair hitting his shoulder as he held me.

"Now, now, Theo. You know how he will feel about us playing with our food." The man in front of me stated nonchalantly, slowly walking towards us.              

"But Alek... she smells so good. It was so much fun chasing her outside," Theo snickered behind me. He pressed his nose against my neck, breathing in my scent deeply. "God, what I would do for a bite of her right now."

"I know it was, but you know what Samuel will say." Alek rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips, "And not to mention what he'll tell the prince."

"Screw them both! We found her first. We get first dibs." Theo growled bitterly, gripping me harder.

"Her fear is palpable.... that makes her blood all the more yummy." Alek's eyes danced across my body, his gaze lingering on my neck. "I not only thirst for your blood, sweetheart, but you.... have made me lascivious."

"Fuck you!" I spat, thrashing forward in Theo's arms.

Alek reeled back and slapped me, my face almost slamming into Theo's shoulder. "What a depraved mouth on such a tiny, little thing. For that alone I should drain you dr-"

"Are you two done yet? Because it is exhausting hearing you speak sometimes." Another voice cut through, sounding all too familiar.

All our heads turned towards one of the entrances. Standing there in all his glory, was Sam. My friend. But he looked... very different. He was a vampire, much like Theo and Alek. His hair was slicked back, and his clothing was similar to theirs, except in red and black with silver accents. His eyes were on me, but there was no sign he knew who I was.

My eyes widened at the sight of him, my breath hitched in my throat. "S-Sam?"

He cocked his head, raising an eyebrow at my voice. "How informal of you." He glanced at Theo and Alek, "Release her."

Theo's arms dropped me, my body almost crashing to the floor. Sam suddenly appeared in front of me, his hands grabbing at my wrists. He kept me close as he looked into my eyes. He searched my face for something, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"What is your name?" He asked calmly.

I thought for a moment of saying it but held my tongue. I grimaced at him, remaining silent.

"Oh, so now the wench has no words?" Alek snapped, grunting behind me.

"If I were you, I would be more like her." Sam narrowed his eyes at them both, "You as well, Theo."

"What did we do?" Theo barked, whining.

He blinked, annoyed. "You had plans to hide her away and feast upon her. You know the rules. The prince gets first taste."

"But we hunted her down. We found her in the forbidden forest." Alek argued, his voice hanging like venom in the air.

"And you allowed her into the castle when you should have been standing guard. You let a human in just to be food. We do not run our kingdom like that anymore." He gazed over at Theo, his voice just as pointed, "And your little comment, Theo… you are lucky King Henrik is not around. That sass alone would have gotten you beheaded instantly."

"May he rest in peace." The men behind me mumbled.

Sam finally turned back to me, a polite smile that did not reach his eyes resting on his face. "Where are my manners? My apologies. We were having a conversation. Now again, what is your name?"

I turned my head away, not knowing what else to do.

Sam hummed, his one hand leaving my arm. He brushed a finger against my turned cheek, forcibly turning my head back to him. "I'm doing everything in my power to remain kind to you. Don't push your luck."

"Fuck. You." I whispered harshly, a quiet tear streaming down my face. I didn't even realize I was close to crying, or that tears had welled up at all.

"You have guts, sweetheart. Too bad those with guts are killed first." Sam spoke softly, but with a vicious tongue. "The prince will be here shortly. Hold her."

Theo and Alek each took an arm of mine, holding me tightly. I tried to shake them off, to no avail. In a loud booming noise, the doors behind the thrown opened widely. A tall man walked through; his head held high. His eyes narrowed at the sight of all of us. Royal garb adorned his body, all black with gold detailing. As my eyes fell upon his face, my mouth gaped at him. It was Colby.

"What the fuck?" I uttered, stunned.

"Is that the only word you know how to say?" Colby questioned coolly. He stopped in front of me, taking all of me in for a moment. "Ever since you stepped foot into my castle, all I've heard from that pretty mouth of yours is 'fuck'."

"Bow before the prince, harlot." Theo hissed.

They dropped me onto my knees, forcing me down. My knees banged against the marble floor, a wince falling from my lips.

Alek snickered, getting low and near my ear. "Right where all human women belong."

Alek suddenly began to choke, his hold and Theo's letting me go. I picked my head up to see Colby choking him, his hand tightening to an almost death grip around Alek's throat. He looked bored, glancing around the room unamused. "I am exhausted by the two of you and your crude comments. Not only did you hunt this poor girl for sport, but now you have left me with no other choice but to use my powers on her or take her life. Cleaning up your fuck ups is the last thing I want to be doing."

"But sir, she just-!" Alek gurgled out.

"Speak another word and I will snap your neck like a toothpick, so help me God. Do you understand me?" Colby's cold voice made the hairs on my body stand on end.

"Yes, Prince Cole." Both Alek and Theo nodded.

Colby released Alek, his attention turning back to me as if he hadn't just choked out a man. "Now.... let me get a good look at you."

He bent down, his hand cupping my face gently. His gentle touch surprised me, my eyes fluttering. He studied me, his striking blue eyes taking me in.

"How come your eyes are blue?" I inquired lowly.

I heard Sam let out a soft laugh, Theo and Alek remaining silent.

An almost smile came to his lips. "My eyes are only red when I'm hungry. But I also have a lot of strength so I'm able to hide when I am hungry."

"Are you... hungry?" I gulped.

"I knew the moment you stepped into my castle because of the cuts on your feet. So yes, I am very hungry, darling." He gazed directly into my eyes, a sort of playful tone I was used to coming through. "Why, are you offering?"

My cheeks heated up from his intense stare. Dear heaven above, this was not the time to be blushing!

"You always knew how to make the ladies swoon, Prince Cole," Sam teased jokingly. "Maybe you can get her to say her name."

He turned his gaze back to me. "You haven't said your name yet? Why is that?"

"Is it really all that important if you plan to kill me?" I remarked rudely.

"I don't have to kill you. That's a last resort option," he replied sincerely. "So, why don't you tell me your name?"

"After everything I just went through, I'd rather not." I deadpanned.

Colby's gaze caught mine, his eyes flashing red. "Tell me your name, now."

I felt an electric surge course through my body when our eyes met, something deeper than just surface level. I could almost feel him in my body, in my soul, for a moment. But once the current dissipated, I was left still not wanting to say my name.

"No." I dissented.

All the men around me stepped back, mumbling incoherently. For the first time since he came into the room, Colby looked startled. Almost scared.

"How is that possible?" Sam questioned, amazed.

Theo whispered. "Witchcraft."

"There's no way your powers didn't affect her!" Alek exclaimed.

"Quiet," Colby hushed everyone, scooping me up firmly. He pushed me onto his throne, barricading me in with his arms. His eyes narrowed as he glared down at me. "How were you able to do that?"

"Do what?" I gasped.

"Block my powers. I come from the longest living vampire lineage in history, spanning thousands of years, and somehow.... my powers have no effect on you." He scanned me once again, his eyes lingering longer on my exposed skin. "You are nothing more than a human."        

"Lucky break, I guess." I sneered.

Colby scowled; his voice low. "Don't play cute with me, darling. You will not survive if anymore quips fall from your mouth. I am a patient man, but an indignant ruler."

"I don't know! I don't even know how the fuck I got here! I woke up in the forest and ran from those two lunatics and now I'm here getting berated by a bunch of vampires! You tell me how this make sense." I ranted, getting close to his face.

Sam chimed in. "Cole, she might be telling the truth."

"There's no way. Clearly she is a witch of some type. Or has her own abilities that are somehow stronger than mine. She might be a spy from our opposition." Colby argued, gesturing towards me.

"So, our only option... is the last resort." Sam breathed, glancing at me hesitantly.

I was going to die. There was no way around it.

Theo whined, "If you're going to kill her, can we please have a bite of her, sir? We are the ones that caught this intruder and-"

"You were the ones that let her in!" Colby thundered, his eyes red.

I jumped out of the throne, running towards the open doors behind me. I barely got close, being taken suddenly into Colby's strong arms.

I screamed, pleading with him. "No! Please let me go! I'm not a spy! I- Please!"

"There's no use fighting me, sweetheart. This is the only option left." He spoke calmly.

I shook in his arms, doing my best to fight against his hold. "Please don't do this to me! No, Col-"

"I will make it painless and quick if you want." He assured.

I raged, thrashing back and forth in his arms. "Fuck you! Let me go!"

He pulled my hair so my neck was on full display for him to bite into. "What a pity. I'm sorry, sweet girl. There is no other way."

Colby's teeth sunk deeply into my neck, my body freezing against his. The shock of the bite sent my body into overdrive, tears flowing down my cheeks as I begged for my life.

Sam, Theo, and Alek watched as Colby drank from me slowly. Theo and Alek glared but gazed at my neck hungrily. Sam observed, a sad expression coming across his red eyes.

Colby pulled away from my neck with a sharp inhale, an almost moan. "Oh Lord, her blood is divine. Unlike anything I've had before."

He plunged his teeth back into my neck, my eyes drooping from the blood loss. He sped up his motions, draining me faster. I kept trying to fight, but my limbs grew stiff and tired. My tears had slowed down and my voice wasn't as loud as it once was. I was inching closer to death. Black dots filled my vision.

"Please, Colby. Stop." I whispered, my breaths extremely shallow and labored.

He froze at the sound of his name. He removed his mouth from my neck, spinning me around in his arms. The world doubled, tripled, in my vision. My head whirled as I felt like I was falling.

He brought me down to the floor softly, cupping my face just like he had before. "What did you call me? Say it again, darling. Say it!"

"C-Colby. Pleaseeee." I slurred, my eyes unable to stay open.

The last thing I saw were his blue eyes, deeply worried about me.

~~~

"Take her to my bedroom, call Magnus. Tell him to heal her, quickly. Now! And if you harm a hair on her head, I'll stake you where you stand." Cole ordered, glaring daggers into Theo's eyes.

Theo took Y/N into his arms, running her up to Prince Cole's room hastily. Alek followed suit, disappearing with him.

Samuel grabbed onto Cole's shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. "She called you... Colby. But the only person that ever called you that was-"

"My mother. And she passed when I was a child. There's no way anyone knew of that name, but her." Cole's breathing picked up, his mind racing a million miles a second.

"Do you think this is the sign she meant to send you? She told you all those years ago she would send someone just for you." Samuel responded, looking into Cole's eyes.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Cole was unsure. And he would never admit it to anyone, but he was petrified too. "I-I don't know. But I have to find out."

[chrisfavdrink]

Joker!Chris x Harley Quinn!Reader

warnings: world burning???? chaos???? i guess that’s really it…

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Everyone thinks they know the Joker. But they don’t know my Chris.

He’s not some clown in a cheap suit. He’s not playing pretend. He’s real—every beautiful, terrifying part of him. He’s chaos with a heartbeat, the kind of person who makes you feel like the whole world’s burning, and somehow you like the heat.

People look at him and see trouble. I look at him and see the spark that set my whole soul on fire.

Chris Sturniolo is louder than sirens, sharper than anything that’s ever cut me, and somehow… he’s also the softest thing I’ve ever known. He laughs at the rules, dances through disaster, and turns destruction into something that feels like art.

And me? I get to watch it all unfold. Up close. Every wild, messy second of it.

They say I’m lost. That I’ve lost myself in him.

Maybe I have. Or maybe—for the first time—I’ve found someone whose kind of crazy finally matches mine.

People like to say love is patient. Love is kind.

But with Chris? Love is dangerous. It's intoxicating. It’s a ticking time bomb wrapped in velvet. It’s roses with thorns that don’t just prick, they dig in.

He doesn’t just hold my hand. He’s got my soul in his grip.

Twisting it. Toying with it. Making it his. And I let him.

God, I want him to.

Because when he smiles, the world forgets how to breathe.

When he talks, it’s like every word is dipped in sin and scripture.

And when he touches me... nothing else matters. Everything else disappears.

He’s not the villain in my story.

He’s the reason I believe in something at all.

So yeah, let people talk. Let them whisper behind their hands.

Let the whole damn city burn, if it means I get to love him in the flames.

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okay i promised whoever won the polls would get a blurb!!! here it is… Joker!Chris x Harley Quinn!Reader…. they are MY personal favs!!!! i just LOVE they’re dynamic (and backstory that i will get into eventually) BUT i also LOVE Batman!Matt x Catwoman!Reader as well!!!! and i CANNOT forget about Robin!Nick… i love ALL of my aus they’re my babies!!! anyways… i hope you like this and i hope you stick around to keep up with them and all the other from the DC au! oh and if you have any questions or requests PLEASE ask!!!! love yall!

-Roni

[crimbabyops]

The Cumshot

Montai x F!Reader x Nixx Krios

The all awaiting fic i know yall have been waiting for. I do hope yall enjoy this and it gives you back shivers.

Warnings: NSFW this is an 18+ fic minors DNI p in v, face riding, anal play, Montai has two dicks, pussy eating, vagina play, funny ending, and that's it if i left anything out do let me know.

A/N: This is a little unedited so if theirs any typos anything like do let me know also i do have my request open so feel free to request anything

The sun just settles as you get off of work tired, exhausted, and drained. Maybe even a little frustrated. You remember your encounter with the two demons separately.

You remember how the incubus had you craving for his touch and his attention. He gave you everything no mortal man could. You remember all the marks, the bites, and even the orgasms. 

But with the succubus she made you wish for more and more. She showed you the stars and even what your brain looked like. You didn’t think that was possible until her. 

They both made you their little pet and you wanted more, not separately though. What you didn’t know though was those demons wanted the same. They wanted you again and again. 

Nightfall came and so did you hoping your rose toy can bring you the same pleasure the demons did only for it to fail. With a huff you threw it back into your drawer. 

You decide to sleep the horniness off hoping it works. As you sleep four glowing eyes stare down at you. “Our precious little pet, we smell your desire and your frustration so we answer.” they both chuckle. 

~~~

You wake up around 4 am. You try to rub your eyes only for your hands to be restrained. Your legs spread, your body turns into this perfect star. You feel nails running across your thighs. 

Cold air runs along your breast, your nipples perk up at it. You look around only to not see no one. As your eyes deceive you, you feel fingertips running across your body. 

They get closer to your chest only to stop directly on your nipples. You feel lips running across your collarbone leaving small kisses. They continue to tease, rub, and kiss all on your body. You start to get impatient blaming it on the throbbing you feel in between your legs. “P-please!” You beg not knowing who and why.

A British accent you all so remember.  “Awww could our little pet not handle the teasing.” Montai runs his nails over your thighs and blows air on your clit. You hear dark chuckles around you. The demons appear, Montai in between your legs and Nixx at your head.

“I thought we trained you better than that, pet. If you want it then you beg for it.” Nixx says pinching your nipples. You arch your back towards her wanting more. 

“Please, I need both of you so much.” Your voice is a little shaky from the teasing you received. You continue your pleas for desperation wanting more and more for them to touch you. 

“Well should we give our good little pet what they so desperately want?” Montai asks Nixx, you hope for her to say yes. You close your eyes waiting for her response. 

“Mmm let’s do it. I missed our little pet screaming for pleasure.” She says just as Monati dives in between your legs. He continues to slide tongue all over moaning at your taste and the way you continue to get wetter and wetter with every move of his tongue. 

Your eyes roll as his tongue hits your g-spot over and over just as you were so close to reaching your depths only to be denied entry into heaven. Montai smirks at your whine and smacks your pussy.  “Shhh don’t worry, pretty girl ~he chuckles~ You’ll get all your desperate little orgasms and more.”  Montai says as two manicured hot pink nails starts pulling at your nipples. You whine at the tension Nixx causes wishing for more of her touch. 

“Ah Ah if you want more, use those pretty words of yours.” Nixx says take your nipple in her mouth, biting and pulling it. She rubs her finger down your body and ends in between your legs. She starts rubbing at your hole probing two fingers at your entrance. “Oh you're such a tight little petal, listen to the sounds you're making down here.” she pulls her fingers out. 

She moans at the sight of her fingers and holds her fingers out in front of your mouth straddling your waist. You take her fingers in your mouth tasting yourself on her. Nixx smirks down at you, her eyes shining a dark pink color while Montai’s eyes was shining purple. They both smirked down at you seeing you squirm under their gaze. 

~~~ 

It’s now 4 in the morning, your screams awaken the neighbors they pound at your door only to be met with Montai butt ass naked swirling wine in a glass smirking down at them. “How can I help you, little mortals?” Montai says to them. Your neighbors look at him and immediately run back into their loft frustrated and concerned. 

He chuckles and goes back inside watching Nixx use your rose bud on your clit and a vibrating dildo on your hole making sure you feel every pleasure imaginable and just as you come close to reaching your high, she stops.  You groan at this wishing begging and praying for her to continue but all you get is your tears wiped and soft kisses on your body. 

Montai switches out with Nixx and passes her the glass of wine. She takes a sip from it while moving to sit on your face to where she's facing Montai. He takes the glass back before ramming into your holes making you scream and claw at the ropes. Your screams are muffled by the rose smelling succubus on your face. Montai draws you down from the heaven you're in with small circles on your clit. You're so sensitive from the teasing you clench around him. 

“Tug on the ropes, little petal if you think it's too much.” Nixx says as she straddles your face ready to use it. Montai is ready to use both your holes as his personal little fuck doll. He thrust inside you slowly and carefully. Montai gives you some time to adjust while Nixx rides your face like a cowgirl, she coats your face with her juices. Montai gives you experimental thrust once he feels you are ready he starts thrusting inside you. His thrust starts slowly letting you feel all of him both of your holes get used to his size. 

You start remembering that Montai is no regular size especially with the way he’s thrusting. Your holes give him the best sensation he has had in a millennium. Nixx uses your tongue to her advantage, she treats your mouth like it’s her throne. Something she doesn’t want to get up from for a while. Your muffled moans and screams are like her personal vibrator and your tongue her personal dildo. 

Both of the scents fill the room your senses are in overdrive. You try to calm down so you don’t look like a bitch in heat but they only make it worse. “Mmm~ You like being our personal little toys. Don’t you?  So ready to be filled and stuffed with our scents. To be marked as ours.” He says to you while continuing to ruin you for any other toy, human, or anything you can use. They are both so tempted to mark you and keep you as theirs. So tempted to always keep you spoiled rotten with pleasure and lust. So tempted to leave you high and dry on their scents as their personal little cum bucket.  

“Maybe we should keep them as our little toy.” 

~~~

“And that ladies and gentleman is how I met my wonderful Succubus girlfriend and incubus Boyfriend.” 

Your friends stare at you with pure fucking shock on their faces just as the door to your shared apartment opens to reval your wonderful boyfriend walking out to come collect you from the stressful situation called your job. “You ready to go home, my little toy. ” You take his hand and wave at your friends bye ready to end the day in either pure fucking lust or sitting on the couch watching trashy drama shows with your wonderful partners. 

Love,  Crim-The-Writer

[dannydoesthisthing27]

Im sick and bored, so Im assigning redacted characters (as many as i can think of, going for all of the main ones) things I collect and keep around my room. I'm trying to make it things I like or that I think fit their personality.

Asher - an old bottle cap (it's a cool bottle cap)

David - 3d printed frog (big and with a mushroom hat)

Baabe - skateboard (2 green wheels, 2 red wheels, with cool designs on the deck and underneath)

Angel - longboard (red wheels, black deck with a red brand logo)

Milo - 3d printed turtle (purple)

Darlin' - skull shaped jar (full of rocks I've found on the beach)

Sweetheart - 20lbs weighted blanket (it's wonderful and they deserve it)

Sam - one of my painted horses (they're figurines. I'd give him one painted like a sunset with stars and various turquoise designs)

Vincent - small quartz frog (they're pink)

Ollie - rainbow Stitch plushy

Ollie's baby - Jack Skellington Squishmallo

Lovely - decorative jade sword (found it a yard sale 🤷‍♂️)

Treasure - vanilla candle (it's in a cool metal container with beautiful designs on the outside)

Alexis - snail shell (beige)

Porter - silver necklaces (2 of them, one has a black crystal type thing on it, and the other has a crescent moon charm)

William - Malachite (it's a small polished piece i got from a rock store, and idk wtf else I would give a 500+ year old vampire)

Lasko - di set (mini metal di with copper edges)

Huxley - mini mushrooms (they're just little figure things in various colors)

Gavin - joker card (in red)

Damien - The Essential Stories & Poems of Edgar Allan Poe (I don't think he did a lot of casual reading when at D.A.M.N but now that he's graduated he reads before bed and likes Poe's writing)

Freelancer - 3d printed dnd dice tower (it's mushroom shaped)

Dear - small 3d printed frog (with butterfly wings and purple)

Caelum - sun catcher (idk what else to call it, it's supposed to hang and catch the wind so it spins? And its rainbow so it looks cool in the sun?)

Camelopardalis - Axlottle pillow (it's blue and has sequins on the frills that change from blue to marroon)

Vega - quartz dagger (same kind of vibe as William idk wtf else I'm going to give a millenia old demon)

Hush - cool jar (also full of rocks I found at the beach. I think he would like all the different textures of the rocks and the noise they make together because I do, and I project my sensory seeking behavior on hush)

Doc - di set and holder (they're purple di with white numbering, and the holder is 3d printed to look and fit together like a dagger in a sheath)

Warden - small shark plushie (it's squishy like a stress toy but soft like a plushie, I think they like moving their hands so it helps them)

Guy - 3d printed axlottle (they're pink, and black because I used sharpie to add designs for some reason)

Honey - joker card (in black)

Scorpius - sketchbook and colored pencils

Elliott - small 3d printed frog (pink with a rose hat)

Sunshine - axlottle fidget thing (it's blue and it makes a cool noise)

Blake - old earbuds (they're blue, and only get fuzzy audio through one ear)

D'deridahn - clam shell (it's literally just a plain white clam shell)

Bestie - foam axe (they hit Blake with it when he's being overly weird)

James - soft blanket (it's turquoise and his partner gifted it to him)

Anton - sea glass (blue, green, and purple in various shapes and sizes. His partner collects a lot of little stuff and often gifts it to him. He does the same. I'm projecting wolf mannerisms on the shifters again)

James spouse - mini space heater (they get cold easily and it's small enough it doesn't get in the way ever)

Antons partner - spirit figurines (like the ones from ghibli movies)

Asset - battery pack (their phones almost dead all the time and also what should we call them now that they're not actually asset?)

I can make a post at some point with pictures of all the stuff I talked about if yall want, but other than that, I hope everyone enjoyed!

[redr0sewrites]

General Kafka Headcanons

🥀A/n: REQS R STILL OPEN<3

🥀CW: Smut in the nsfw part, bondage, marking, overall kinky stuff, non-sexual nudity mentioned in the sfw part

SFW:

god i love women

kafka is often very busy, so i see her love language as words of affirmation

she loves flirting with you and whispering sweet things in your ear just to watch you get flustered

she can often be very touchy and flirty, however if it makes you uncomfortable she is shockingly good with boundaries and will simply give you space why would u say no tho

she loves having your head in her lap while she plays with your hair

she enjoys taking baths with you, esp after long or difficult missions

she will go all out, she will light candles, put rose petals and bubbles in the water, epson salt cuz its soothing, anything you like. there WILL be romantic music playing softly in the background, i said what i said

she likes to give you back massages and will give you small kisses on the back of your neck

she is VERY protective of you, i wouldnt say to a super controlling level but enough where she gets jealous pretty easily

she is actually so bad at dropping hints like she will flirt with anyone and anything but the second she caught feelings for u she had no idea what to do

she legit just teased u and made fun of u, you would probably think she hated you for awhile until you figured out that she was obsessed with u

have u seen her fit? yall def share a closet

her clothes are your clothes and vice versa

seeing you in her clothes sets something off in her i swear

this often leads to steamy makeout sessions and yk what else

SHE LOVES DOING YOUR MAKEUP AND HAIR SHE WOULD HELP YOU GET READY EVERY DAY IF SHE COULD

she will also let you do hers, but not super often since shes kinda busy sometimes and doesnt want to take forever getting ready

the type of person who can walk for hours and hours forEVER in super tall heels/platforms or "walk it off" after literally being beaten to near death in battle but will complain for days if she gets even the tiniest paper cut

likes giving back hugs

this is random but i feel like she eoukd enjoy puzzles and word games

YALL R THE TYPE TO GO ON FANCY DATES YALL R THE BIGGEST POWER COUPLE EVER

she always, ALWAYS pays for u, holds the door for u, she will hold ur shoes if they're bothering u/she will carry u if she can, LITERALLY A MIX BETWEEN GENTLEMAN AND MILF BEHAVIOR

she will prob introduce u to the other stellaron hunters if u dont already work w them

her friends r ur friends now

yall have self care dates where u get ur nails, hair, and skin care done and go to fancy spas or get massages im too broke to do this idk what people actually do at a spa

overall amazing and wonderful

NSFW:

here we gooo

switch energy SWITCH ENERGY

when shes more subby shes still in control, i feel like she would def be a power bottom at least

really enjoys commanding you and ordering you around, gets off on your obedience and your disobedience

HAIR PULLER

she WILL wear a strap and use toys on you, putting a vibrator to your clit/cock while your tied down and watching you squirm and whimper, using leg spreaders to hold ur legs apart while she eats u out/sucks u off, paddles, rods/dildos, thrusting vibrators, she has it ALL

if u dont have stereotypically "female" genitals/or even if u do, she will peg u. there is no escaping it. she will overstimulate you and she will fuck u until ur begging for her to stop, thighs shaking, chest heaving, sobbing and pleading for a break

IDK IF I SAID THIS ALREADY BUT SHE WILL TIE U DOWN AND SHE WILL USE INTRICATE AND PRETTY DESIGNS AND ROPES TO DO SO

she very much enjoys riding ur face, seeing your face covered in her slick below her... godd ur gonna be up the whole night

exhibitionist (i am prob spelling this wrong💀) SHE LIKES PRESSING U UP AGAINST WINDOWS WHILE THERES PEOPLE OUTSIDE AND FUCKING U FROM BEHIND WITH HER STRAP

"oh? your upset about them seeing us? so what? dont worry your pretty little head about trivial things like that dolly, i'll take care of everything for you~" *proceeds to fuck u until ur babbling and no more worried are forming in ur head*

into sensory play as well

ur tied down and blindfolded and she will blot hot air against ur cunt/cock, run an ice cube up and down ur thighs, leave hickeys or kisses on ur thighs, trace a feather around ur chest and trail it down ur abdomen, just above where u want her, so close but so, so far...

perhaps she has a mommy kink, but it would take a little while to discover it 👀

wears lingerie on a regular basis and will strip in front of u at the end of the day leaving u in flustered in shock she loves seeing u all flushed and embarrassed omg

tease teas tease sOO UNFAIR

WILL TEASE U FOR DAYS ON END JUST TO GET U TO SUBMIT

OVERALL THE PERFECTEST AND HOTTEST LOVER U CAN EVER IMAGINE

hi guys cant believe i just wrote this anyways can u tell i have a preference LMFAOO shes just so cool <3 i might have a type *side eyes kindael, kafka, rosaria, and all the other pink/red associated women who r also fucking insane that i simp for* sorry i havent been super active lately, i prob wont be for a little while im going on vacation. however, reqs are still open i am BEGGING for reqs lmao😭 hope u enjoyed!