#gripping digging in my nails so hard rn

[moondirti]

HOLY SH

rough night 🤕

[coryosbaby]

i’d do ANYTHING for a part 2 of life lessons

Teacher

synopsis: Coryo oversteps some boundaries with himself (and doesn’t regret it).

♡ content warning . Threesome, more Sejanus x coryo in this? (the genderfluid in me screaming rn) + some sexuality questioning and inner homophobia, handjobs, praise and degradation, cum eating . Dom! Sejanus, switch! Reader, sub! Coryo <3

He didn’t think it would happen again.

Not in a million years. Not after that one night, when him and Sejanus had let go with you watching. When Sejanus had punished him for taking your orgasm from him. When they touched each other. He thought their friendship was ruined.

Oh boy, was he wrong.

Sejanus has him sprawled out on your bed now, the pink sheets that made Coryo let out a snort before the other boy had scolded him silky and soft. Coryo’s cock lays against his stomach, red and aroused to its fullest capacity. You’re on your stomach, your cheek nuzzling Coryo’s thigh, leaving little kisses on the meaty skin there. You’ve grown fond of him, this handsome blonde boy, and you know Sejanus’ adoration has only increased since that one night.

And that’s why Coryo has allowed him to touch him again.

It’s not as intimate or close as it was that one night. No— this is easier, simpler. Coryo feels less pain slicing through his stomach when Sejanus’ face isn’t towering over his own. When it isn’t a fight— a rough, desperate battle of tongue on tongue and skin on skin. When he’s not seeing a boy above him.

He has no problem with men who like other men. He finds it stupid to worry about such a dumb, small thing, to be in other people’s business like that. But those words from his peers, the hatred towards such people, it makes his gut twist with guilt.

Guilt because he likes men. Guilt because he likes Sejanus.

He likes you, too. At least sexually. Maybe a little romantically too, but he doesn’t know how comfortable Sejanus would be knowing that, so he keeps his mouth shut about his feelings. About it all.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head. There’s no reason to think these things right now, not when Sejanus’ fingers are wrapping around his cock and tugging, something he’s oddly good at and Coryo suspects he’s probably done this before. His precum drips over the other boy’s fist, wet and warm and perfect. You keep giving Coryo these teasing little eyes, challenging him to do something, anything to test your limits, to test Sejanus’, and you know that once Coryo is challenged that he’ll try his hardest to win.

He tries to move away from Sejanus’ hand. He doesn’t want to. It takes all his willpower to pull his hips away. But he does it, and he does it because he wants Sejanus to put him in his place and not because he wants to stop. Sejanus knows this, because if he really wanted to stop he would use the safeword. He grunts, his big arm grabbing onto Coryo’s lean body.

“Stop it,” he growls, burying his chin in the boy’s golden curls. “Don’t be a brat.”

Coryo smirks, his nails digging into the other boys equally bare thighs.

“Or what, Sejanus? It’s not like you have any power, anyway. She’s wanting to suck my cock.”

Oh, he’s done it now. Mentioning you in his little tantrum, claiming some kind of territory over you. Sejanus hand goes up around the boy’s neck, the kind of grip that Coryo didn’t expect from him. His teeth scrape against his neck and his hand goes back down to his cock.

Only this time, he slaps him. Hard.

Coryo grits his teeth. A groan escapes him, and his cock reddens under Sejanus’ hand.

“What did I tell you?” The brunette warns him.

“Mmm…” Coryo lets out a sultry little whine, his hips humping up into the open air with precision. “I’m sorry.”

He says it with no real meaning, a faux tone in his voice. Sejanus scoffs, and his hand wraps around him again. You watch the whole scene with an amused look.

“You’re gonna be,” Sejanus says, and his eyes direct to you. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

You obey, all sweet and innocent. Sejanus’ hand furiously rubs over Coryo’s cock, and the boy gasps, his hips lifting up as he groans throatily. You think he looks gorgeous, abs pulled taught, wet cock threatening to squirt into your open, awaiting mouth. Sejanus’ hardness rubs against the boy’s back as he watches the scene, his best friend and his girl getting each other all hot and bothered. Coryo’s face is contorted in intense pleasure, and he knows he’s close. Can feel it in the way his balls draw up tight, in the way his ears begin to ring from the force of his upcoming orgasm.

When he cums inside your mouth, your tongue laps him up greedily. You’re a slut for cum, all salty and creamy and thick, and you can’t wait to get Sejanus’, too. Coryo pushes your head forward, demands you lap up the rest of it. Sejanus lets him. You clean his cock up in no time.

But Sejanus gives you a look. A look that tells you not to stop. You know your boyfriend well, after all, and you can read practically any expression he makes.

So you don’t stop sucking him. Coryo tries to move your hand off, tries to get you to stop, “‘s too much,” he says in that whimpering tone. But Sejanus grabs his fingers and holds them down so he can’t take you off of him. He cries at the overstimulation, literal tears flooding his blushing cheeks, and Sejanus kisses his neck.

“It’s okay, Coryo,” he says softly. “Gonna cum again, yeah? Gonna cum for us?”

And how can he resist that?

So with a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through his cock, he makes himself let out weak spurts of cum onto your tongue again. But your mouth doesn’t stop— again. And no, no, it’s too much, it hurts, but how can Coryo resist?

So he sits back, lets Sejanus move down to play with that space behind his cock, and submits.

[anundyingfidelity]

DEVOTION — Dean, Sam

Summary: You get into the path of the Winchester brothers, and since then, nothing is the same once a bond strictly agreed for pleasure is created between you and them. When they want, they follow you, and you know they always follow.

Pairing: Dean x goddess of rain reader x Sam

Word count: 2,1k.

Warnings: smut, threesome, vaginal sex, anal sex (no dp, sorry i failed as a slut in here), voyeurism, light choking, light spanking, marking, praising, light degradation, pet names, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral - male receiving (female receiving mentioned), facefucking, fingering, hints to aftercare, p*rn without much plot honestly.

Also my main language is not english just in case lmao, enjoy! and thanks everyone for the encouragement on this. <3

GEN MASTERLIST!

“Oh, Dean…” you gasp as pleasure takes you.

The softness of your skin on top of him, his rough hands gripping tightly on your sides and rubbing your ass cheeks create a familiar sensation you yearn for too much. Every time it is like electricity is running all down your spine.

He takes your thrusts as you ride him with soft, deep groans falling off his beautiful plump lips. His hips are pushing up just a little, so he can let you know how desperate he is for you. Of feeling you, of filling up your pussy with his seed and marking you with his nails and the rough touch of his fingers.

Sam watches from afar, sitting comfortably in the softness of a sofa. He has all the perfect view from there as Dean spreads your ass cheeks and rubs your slit with two fingers, feeling the place where you two connect sinfully.

This is not new for any of you.

When they found you during a case involving powerful deities, you had agreed to help them as payment for freeing you from a curse that was keeping you chained and with no strength for decades. Professional hunting questions turned into favors, and favors turned into a somewhat weird relationship where they called you once something got difficult. They just prayed to you and then you would show up in a few minutes. Fair to say, you never let them down, not never.

It was one night then after a couple of tough weeks on a hunt, in which you couldn’t control yourself, that Dean had the impulse of calming you with a kiss in front of his brother.

Much to your surprise, it worked. The storm and thunder dissipated slowly, and soon, all of your clothes disappeared, inviting Sam to join in the process. At first, it was more like an unspoken deal, just talking about the essentials: what you like, what you are not up to, your turn ons, your turn offs… They were so into you, and you desired them just the same.

In the beginning, you underestimated the Winchesters being mere mortals, sometimes getting themselves into problems they most likely won’t solve or make it out alive. But that was what you loved about them. Even being simple humans, they proved how much they could worship a goddess, breaking you and putting you back together, again and again.

Your sweet moans and breath hitching echoes in the room. Sam immediately knows you’re on the verge of getting to heaven, until it happens in front of his eyes. Your legs tremble, your nails dig into his brother’s bare shoulders, his rough grip on your hips forcing you up and down while you ride your high. Sam is not even looking at your face, but his cock twitches and he licks his lips unconsciously as he pictures your plump mouth open and your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Of all the women he had fucked, you were simply ethereal. His brother had agreed about that before.

You lean to kiss Dean in your afterglow, sloppy and wet, rolling your hips just slowly to keep torturing him. A devilishly smirk appears on your lips when he grunts against your mouth. Before he cums, you pull away and get off him. His cock is hard as a rock, and you just give him a greater mischievous smile and a hard stroke, coating his shaft with your juices. He gasps, giving a shallow thrust into your hand.

“Stop teasing,” Dean warns.

“I’m not, just preparing you,” you say, faking your innocence, something you know you don’t have at all. Not while they are here.

You give a look at Sam, who’s been waiting on your sofa almost the whole time, and he looks more than ready to have his way with you. Legs spread, clothes gone, he looks at you as if you were the treasure he never knew existed.

“I need to take care of him too, don’t be a selfish jerk,” you wink at Dean and call his younger brother to your bed. “Come here, Sammy,” you voice out, crawling to the edge of the mattress and staying on your hands and knees for him.

He does obey immediately, taking long strides and he stops in front of you, in all his bare glory and you bite your lip, picturing all the ways he would ruin you right now.

You might be the deity they found on earth, but you always awed at how they could be real.

Sam’s hand tangles into your hair before he bends down to taste your lips.

“Which hole are you choosing for tonight?” you ask once he pulls away.

He caresses your bottom lip with his thumb before pushing in between your lips. You suck on it with a moan.

“Right now I just wanna fuck your mouth,” Sam growls. “Get my reward for eating your pussy so fucking good…”

You tremble with excitement, reminiscing about the first orgasm you had for the night thanks to his wonderful lips and wet tongue.

He pulls his thumb away all of the sudden and instead of his finger, you’re now with his tip brushing your lips before he finally pushes in.

You wrap your lips around the head of his dick, earning a moan from his throat that causes you to clench your thighs together.

“Oh, shit,” he hisses once his dick hits the back of your throat, and you gag just a little with eyes shut. “You always feel so good no matter what hole I pick.”

Sam’s big hands grab the sides of your face to keep you in place and his hips then thrust into the wetness of your mouth. His pounding starts with a fast pace, and you continuously gag and breathe through your nose.

Dean, who’s sitting down on the mattress at the head of the bed, doesn’t have the complete picture of you, but he has the perfect view of your ass and your pussy, glistening with your own wetness, swollen and used by his cock, his fingers and also Sam’s fingers and mouth. He’s fighting the urge to cum right away. Your moans, or at least the sounds you’re trying to make with your throat stuffed, are too sweet for him to hold back. He can cum by only hearing you squirm. But he tries not to, just giving himself light strokes as he observes the show you’re putting up for him.

You're drooling and spitting when Sam pulls out abruptly from your mouth and you eagerly raise a hand to wrap it around his cock, giving light kisses and licks on his shaft.

“What a cockslut you are,” Sam grunts.

You rub your thighs again at his dirty words, and you start sucking him off at your own pace now, hollowing your cheeks and tasting his precum in the process.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Dean mumbles and decides it is enough.

He crawls behind you, grabs your hips and rubs his cock between your folds and your clit before slamming inside, earning something between a gasp and a moan that sounds too good falling from your lips.

“Your pussy is taking me so fucking well,” Dean starts off his praises, and you clench around his cock hitting your right spots over and over. He moves a finger between your legs to rub your clit and force another orgasm from your body. “Yeah, just like that…”

You cry out and withdraw from Sam’s cock for a moment, whining as Dean fucks you hard. You’re so certain that his hands will leave marks on your skin, but that is just a reminder of what he can do to you anytime. Is not too long until he cums balls deep in your cunt, fucking his seed into you until you feel too sensitive that you stop sucking on Sam’s cock.

“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Dean whispers. He pulls out and watches some drops of his own cum sliding between your legs before going back to Sam with a satisfied smile on his lips. “Wanna use this one?”

One of Sam’s hands moves under your chin, forcing you to look up at him with big eyes.

“Better fill you up properly, right, baby?” Sam says sweetly and you nod.

“Use your words, tell us what you want,” he insists and you gasp and jump a little when Dean gives a spank on your ass cheek.

“Please fuck my ass,” you whimper. “Please fill me up…”

Another light spank from Dean forces a breathy moan out of you.

As you feel Dean shifting behind you on the bed, you still could not comprehend how gentle Sam’s voice can sound sometimes, yet his actions and the guilty pleasure he gives you are totally the opposite. And unlike Sam, Dean is a very straightforward man. He gives orders and you comply, if you are in the mood that’s it. He can be rough and raw if you ask him to, but he can also be caring and tender. It doesn’t matter how they give it to you, in the end you love their own ways of fucking you up completely.

A cold substance is poured on your ass, and you feel Dean’s fingers on your tight hole. Sam leans down to kiss you lovingly when Dean pushes in thick digit to stretch you out. He starts with a slow pace and you relax with Sam kissing you softly, his fingers rubbing your nipples and tits to help you ease the light discomfort that takes over you. Little by little, you’re able to take two fingers, and then you crave for more.

They handle your body softly, until you’re meeting with Dean face to face again and Sam takes a hold of your hips before lining up with your ass. He slowly slides in, inch by inch, kissing your back and rubbing your clit with his fingers to calm you down. You stay still for a moment to get used to the intrusion.

Dean observes you as his brother takes your wrists until your back is against his chest, one of his hands wrapped around your neck without making any pressure. You feel Sam’s breath on your skin and how some locks of his hair brush softly, while Dean’s eyes roam all over your body.

“I’m not gonna last longer,” Sam whispers in a husky voice against your ear.

“Don’t care.”

Your words are enough to drive him crazy. His thrusts become quick too sudden and he stretches so amazingly good that you’re left blank and speechless for a moment. All you feel is his cock, swollen and throbbing, hitting your deepest places and his fingers on your cunt before he fucks you roughly with them too.

Now you feel full.

“Absolutely beautiful like this,” Dean mumbles praises with a dark tone and your walls clench. Fuck, how you love him worshipping all of you.

You feel his hands grabbing your breasts as they bounce with each thrust, playing gently with your nipples.

“Oh shit, I’m so close again,” you gasp, feeling another climax building up.

Sam’s hands leave your wrists and your cunt, and move down to your hips, grunting sweetly as he continues fucking you senseless, and it almost feels like heaven right away. Dean takes it as a chance to plug two of his fingers inside your cunt, and you close your eyes when you cum anew.

“Fuck, you cum so damn fast,” Dean kisses you harshly, swallowing your cries of pleasure against his mouth, all while still rubbing your walls and curling his fingers.

Your own orgasm triggers Sam, and he finally releases inside you. He slows down to a sloppy, calm rhythm, fucking his own climax into you. With a low groan, Sam withdraws out of your tight hole and Dean pulls his fingers out of your pulsing cunt.

The three of you remain still, hearing each other’s heart rate until a soft rain starts outside.

Dean grins against your mouth. “You okay?”

You nod weakly. “Yeah, I’m perfect.”

“Rain gives up pretty much what you’re feeling,” Sam says, shifting behind you. “I take this one as feeling great.”

“Much more than that,” you mumble, collapsing on top of your mattress with a satisfied smile on your lips.

They shift and move around your bedroom, looking for a cloth to clean you up. You share lazy kisses and soft touches on skin before you set up a proper bath.

Tomorrow another hunt awaits, but you’re happy to be in your sacred temple with these two mortals who happened to rescue you just in time to fuck your brains out and get worshipped exactly like you deserved.

tags for this filthy thing thanks lmaooo:

@thesilmarillionblog @cheynovak @ninii-winchester @slut-for-evans-stan @laputafavdeenzovogrincic

[gladiatorcunt]

patrick probably whines when you bounce on his cock.

cw: 18+ mdni, au of the ending where patrick wins (no infidelity btw, he and tashi never did anything), implied drug use, car sex mention, riding, afab reader, reader is naked/patrick is fully clothed, lowkey gross & nasty, breeding kink (i’m ovulating rn), unprotected p in v sex, slight degradation, unedited

You’re just so proud of your boyfriend, you can’t help but jump his bones immediately. You see Patrick running towards after his match, and you race to vault yourself into his arms. He laughs wholeheartedly and spins you around, partly happy because you seem to be so happy for him. He’s still in a state of shock, to be honest. Everything was leading up to Art cementing his place in his career, but Patrick had managed to beat him in the end. No one could believe it, Patrick’s hope had been almost completely gone by that point. But he did it, and maybe now he can leave behind the needles and scrimping pennies.

He still hasn’t processed anything, but your lips and giggles are too good to ignore. You gasp as he picks you up by gripping onto your thighs and hoisting your legs around his waist. You rock your clothed core against his abs for a second, in dire need of a little friction. Patrick makes the kiss messy, pushing more of his spit into the intense lip locking. He flicks away the string of saliva that connects your lips when he ducks back to look at you. You grin, eyes wide and cheeks blazing with heat. It’s a stupid decision, but you throw your body weight around to get Patrick to fall onto the bed with you.

“Fuck!” He shouts, darting his hands around the back of your head and digging his knees into the mattress so he doesn’t fall out. “Couldn’t have waited a little bit, are you a greedy whore all of a sudden?”

You shrug, “Maybe, but you’d like it if I was. Now come here, we have to celebrate.”

With that, you leg your legs fall open and put on your most convincing pout, beckoning your boyfriend to get a move on already. Seeing him sweat in those slutty shorts and hearing him grunt whenever he hit the ball really gets you going, something that you didn’t think was possible until you got an athlete boyfriend. It’s a competition to find out who can be the most insanely horny in the relationship at this point, and if Patrick ever got a hold of your diary, he’d agree that you win by a landslide.

Patrick latches onto your shoulders and spins to lie flat on his back with you on top of him. You adjust your position, jostling your hips until you’re positioned right over his hard bulge. You’re too busy getting lost in a flurry of clothes as you both kind of awkwardly undress on the bed, but eventually his pants are pulled down enough for his cock to spring free while you’re fully naked. You look like a porn star to him, teasingly swiveling your hips in the most seductive way possible.

He smirks and throws his arms behind his head, “I thought you were supposed to be my prize, what happened to making me feel like a winner?”

You bite you rlip, digging your nails into his pecs, “It’s not my fault you’re too keyed up to not cum immediately, savoring this is possible, you know?”

Patrick rolls his eyes and smiles, not picking a fight with you on that. Sometimes you like to get yourself worked up too, with his thick cock gliding in between your folds and mixing your juices together.

You lift your ass and throw a certain look towards him, and he tries not to be too smug as he wraps a large hand around the base of his hard cock. He holds the rigid length upright so all you have to do is hover over it and plop yourself right down on it. He doesn’t pump himself while he waits, he wanted to fuck before the match but you wouldn’t let him. You said it’d be better for him to have all this energy stored up.

You get restless and start to sink down on his cock, the stretch always takes some breath out of you but you were the one that decided to wait until now. Once he’s bottomed out, you’ve given up on teasing him until he breaks you entirely. You lift your hips until the tip of his dick catches on your hole and then slam down, starting off with a realsitically unattainable fast pace.

His fingers dig into the fat of your bouncing ass cheeks, “You’re inflating my ego too much, making me feel like a big shot getting fresh pussy in his hotel room.”

You moan, keeping eye contact as you fuck him into the mattress, “You- You are a big shot, babe. Shit- Just lie back and relax…”

The smell permeating in the room is already so pungent. Patrick’s natural musk intertwining with your own, if anyone else walked in they might faint, but to you two, you could cum from the scent of your sex by now. Being the same kind of freak in that regard brought you both so much closer if anything. You grind your pubes down against his, clenching on his dick on purpose. The friction is delicious for your clit, so you do it again.

He throws his head back, reaching up to curl one of his hands around your throat as you ride him, “Uh huh, that’s my dirty slut, so wet and tight for me.”

His words trail off into a squeaky whine as you speed up, truthfully losing stamina a bit but still determined to celebrate your boyfriend properly. You lean to press your sweaty tits right up against his own, and you whisper in his ear about this being a repeating occurrence.

“Maybe someday we’ll have a baby to put to bed first before we can do this, get them to wave at you from the stands and then pass them off to you when we’d see you after you win.” You lick the shell of his ear as you speed up, ignoring the embarrassing wet smacks of your slick ass against his hip bone. “Wouldn’t it be cute, me with a chubby baby on my hip that looks like you and another one already in my belly?”

“You’re a fuckin’ demon, i swear.” Patrick moans, giving you little whines here and there when you seem to really hit the spot. “Yeah, it’d be cute.”

What better way to celebrate than by having a baby?

He pulls you down by your neck to french kiss you, his tongue twisting around yours. The sheets are soaked by now and you don’t want to even imagine what the staff who have to clean his room will find. Random bits of fluid and the stench of sex heavy in the air, you’ll have to remember to leave some cash for a tip to ease your conscience.

You tighten your walls around him in short bursts until he’s clawing at your ass and smacking it extremely hard as he cums inside you. The stinging is a pleasant catalyst for your own orgasm soon after. You can’t wait to see how dirty you get his car seats.

[megistusdiary]

im feeling particularly horny rn, so how about arlecchino with a daddy, breeding and size kink all at once 👀👀👀

i'm sure you've already indulged in plenty of this in spicychat, but here we go 😁

˚₊𓆩༺ 𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖈𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 ༻𓆪₊˚

dom!transfem arlecchino x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem arle, daddy kink, breeding kink, size kink, asphyxiation, thigh riding

arlecchino pinned your wrists to the bed with her left hand, leaving her right completely free. she peered down at you with slightly narrowed eyes, bright red x's drawing you in as you look up at her so sweetly.

"you're so fragile, aren't you?" she says it as if she's speaking to herself, a revelation she wants to confirm. she grips your wrists a little tighter. "delicate."

you squirm around a little when she delays what you want, whining up at her. "arlecchino ple-"

in the blink of an eye, her hand wrapped around your throat, turning your words into a soft, breathy gasp. "what did you call me?"

she loosens her grip just enough to hear you say, "sorry, daddy," and she nods, sliding her hand away.

"mind yourself, sweet girl." she warns you, her hand instead teasing your chest now as she drags her finger across your nipple. her eyes focus as she draws patterns across your chest, sharp nails leaving little lines in their wake.

her hand moves between your legs now, the other still firmly holding your wrists as she swipes two fingers across your slit. the brief motion makes you pant, squirming for more. she brings her fingers up, looking at the sheen of your slick on her digits.

"please, daddy, more?" you beg her, eyes looking so pitiful that she can't find it in her to deny you any longer.

she picks your smaller frame up, reversing your positions so she's sitting and you're resting on her lap. she drops you onto her clothed thigh, your bare cunt instantly spreading slick onto her pants.

you grab onto her shoulders instinctively, tucking your head into her shoulder as you grind your hips into her muscle. her thighs were always so firm (exactly what she trained them for, you aren't quite sure).

she tugs your head back. "look at me while you ride my thigh." she orders, gripping your jaw and watching you nod, pathetically humping her leg faster.

her eyes trail down, watching your little cunt leave slick behind as you desperately try to please both you and her. she can hear you mumbling to yourself, gasping and whining when you get close.

"can i? can i, please? please?" you begin to beg her, fingers digging into her shoulders, causing her to grunt.

"go on."

you cum with an arch of your back, crying when her hands move your hips for you, helping you ride out your orgasm until you're leaning on her limply.

"thank you... so good... thank you, daddy." you whisper and she pulls you away.

"we're not done yet, sweet girl." she cups your hips, pulling you up to grind against her bulge instead as you moan.

you look up at her for permission, and she gives you the look back, allowing you to slide down and unbutton her pants, pulling them just enough to have her cock spring up and hit your cheek.

it never fails to leave you breathless, wondering how such a thing would ever fit inside of you. she grasps her base, hissing through her teeth. "you're overthinking again. i'll make it fit; i always do."

she pulls you up, a hand cupping your cunt and eliciting a squeal from you, collecting the copious amount of slick you've released. she slides it into her own cock, thumb rubbing into her tip as she grunts.

once she's stroked herself to full hardness, she pulls you over her lap again, making you kneel while her tip hovers below your entrance.

you cry out when she pushes you down onto her dick, slowly stretching you out. your hands scramble to take purchase, clawing at her jacket at the slight sting.

the way you flutter around her makes her grunt, eyes closing as she leans in and kisses your neck, ensuring you take her all the way to the base.

"you can take it." she assures you lowly, sliding you down to take the last inch before allowing you a moment to adjust. you feel so tight around her, she wants to breed her pretty toy right now.

she cups your hips now, pulling you up and down her cock at her pace. you feel so light in her arms, so easy to maneuver however she wants. you're like her little doll, aren't you? doing anything to please her and be pleased.

"daddy! feels good-" you whimper into her ear and she moans softly, pulling you down at the same time her hips snap up just to hear you squeal.

"doing so well for me, doll." she tells you, kissing your cheek and fucking you harder. "do you want me to fill you up?"

the question makes your head pop up and you nod rapidly, suddenly pulling her head to you with shaky hands while she fucks you. "you- you will?"

she can swear her own heart flutters when she sees how eager you are for her, and she nods, slamming you onto her while you pull her in for a kiss. her tongue slides over yours, drinking up your moans while she bounces you shallowly as if you're a toy for her.

she pulls you closer, letting you grind your clit on the soft patch of hair over her cock, hearing you moan against her mouth while you tighten up around her.

"cum for me." she tells you softly, almost uncharacteristically as you release around her, feeling her slide as deep as she can, fucking you faster to reach her high.

and then, true to her word, she fills you up. it leaks out of you quickly that she immediately lays you down, propping your hips up with her cock still in you to plug you up. "don't waste a single drop, sweet girl." she kisses you deeply, feeling you snuggle into her chest.

[hp-hcs]

ngl i’d lose my mind for some bottom mattheo x male reader content, there isn’t enough 🤧

(is there any at all just asking for a friend)

• smut • “best friends”, my ass (and your ass too, while we’re at it) — best friend! submissive! bottom! mattheo riddle x AMAB! soft top! reader

stuck in the hospital for the foreseeable future, so have some more shitty fanfic, my lil gayass weirdos

i’m also really fuckin high on pain meds rn so this is undoubtedly gonna be the most shameless fuckin smut i’ve ever written yw ig

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“Would you fuck me?”

Your head shot up to stare at Mattheo with comically wide eyes as he burst into your dorm room and shut the door behind him.

You managed to splutter out a very caught-off-guard, “I- what?”

“Would you fuck me, Y/n? Pretty please, with a condom on top?”

You just stared at him, mouth agape in shock. Finally finding your voice after a painfully long moment, you asked, “Are you high?”

Mattheo rolled his eyes. “Entirely sober, I assure you.”

“Then- then why are you…?”

He sighed dramatically and trudged over to your bed, falling face down onto it. “Please?”

“That’s not really a reason, Riddle.”

“Fine! Fine. I want to lose my bottom virginity, alright?”

“I swear to Merlin-” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Why me? You can literally just breathe and have people throw themselves at you. So why me?”

“Well…I want to- I wanna try being, like…submissive,” he mumbled, obviously embarrassed. “An’- an’ I trust you t’ take care of me ‘n be gentle an’ shit.”

“Damn, alright. Yeah…” you trailed off. “Shit, I mean, I’m flattered, really. Uh, yeah- yeah, I’ll do it.”

He visibly perked up. “Wait- really? You’d really do that for me?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “What else’re friends for?”

“Oh, so we’re still on the whole ‘best friends’ bullshit, huh?” He snickered.

“I’m already regretting this,” you sighed, actively choosing to ignore what he said. “This is a terrible idea.”

~~~

“This was a brilliant fuckin’ idea,” you gasped as you sank into him, moaning at the sensation. He was so tight and warm around you that you had to pause for a second just to catch your breath.

Mattheo whimpered underneath you, his face screwed up in mild discomfort. You gently stroked his side, pressing tiny kisses to his cheeks and murmuring, “Oh- you’re doing so good, sweetheart. So, so good. Y’feel amazing.”

Mattheo whimpered again, his fingers tightening their grip on your shoulders.

You let out a shaky breath, trying not to lose your composure. “Baby- baby, please- can I move?”

“Gimme- g-gimme a sec?” He whispered, his voice wavering.

“O-of course, honey,” you murmur back, trying to stay as still as possible for his sake. “Take as long as you need.”

After a moment of listening to his shaky breaths slowly even out, you eventually heard a softly whispered, “Okay, you can move.”

At his permission, you slowly started to move in and out. You groaned into his neck. “Merlin- you feel incredible, baby.”

Mattheo gasped when you hit a certain spot with a particularly hard thrust. “Fuck! There- do that again!”

You complied with his request, increasing the strength behind each movement until Mattheo was a whimpering, moaning mess beneath you. He cried out your name as he quickly came, his fingers scrabbling for hold on your shoulders and his nails digging into the skin.

You moaned loudly as he tightened around you, your stomach flip-flopping at the intensity of the sensation. You made a move to pull out, but Mattheo quickly tightened his shaking legs around your hips, tugging you back in.

“Please, no,” he begged. “Need- need- please!”

“Shh,” you shushed him, running a gentle hand up his stomach and chest. “Take a breath, honey. Tell me what you need.”

“Need-” His cheeks flushed and he covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. “Need y’to keep going.”

You grinned, the tips of your ears going red.

You gripped his hips, resuming your original pace. Mattheo’s eyes practically rolled back in his skull as his jaw dropped from the overstimulation.

You grunted, speeding up to chase your high. You came with a low moan of his name, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere like the goddamn Hogwarts Express.

Your arms shook and gave out as you collapsed on top of him. You panted heavily before pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and pulling out; rolling off of him and onto your back as you tried in vain to catch your breath.

He grinned and curled into your side, his slow and steady breaths warm against the crook of your neck. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a long moment before Mattheo interrupted it.

“So…best friends, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Why don’t you make me?”

[yandere-yearnings]

Truly cannot think about anything else rn than just absolutely COVERING Sun in hickies fr

Throat, titties, inner thighs, literally anywhere this man will let me

Bonus points if I get to finger him or give him a handjob while i do it because honestly i need him to be whiny and needy and pathetic like rn or I will go insane ty

your mind honestly,, bringing all the good ideas to the table😌💕 this was getting lengthy so it's handjob, leading into implications of fingering bc the imagination is a wonderful thing haha🤧 i can do a continuation sometime if you want tho❗❗sun really isn't hard to make fall apart tbh you could breathe in his ear the wrong way and he's basically gone😔💔

NSFW under the cut!

Skin between teeth had never tasted so good to you. Fingers digging into damp flesh, curling into tense thighs, Sun gasped and his back pressed to the sheets. "Y/N," he whispered, and you could feel his Adam's apple bob against your lips, breathless, "I can't anymore..."

Underneath you, his body lay a mess, blooming mulberry and red where you couldn't stop yourself from biting. Your nails indented in the shape of crescents, on his hips and calves, marked into a heaving chest. You thought he looked the prettiest picture of debauched — but it still wasn't enough.

"Of course you can," you kissed at the tears on his cheeks, a devilish grin unraveling at the way his abdomen spasmed when your fingers brushed it, just shy of his leaking cock. "You can take it, you're always so good for me, aren't you?"

Sun's whine was broken, sounded like a sin where it tapered into a moan as your fingers finally gripped him. From base to tip, languid strokes that had him writhing. Candlelight could not catch his beauty, but the flames flecked spots of orange over wet skin; made him look ethereal.

"Please," voice choked, shaky fingers wrapping ever so loosely against your wrist, barely stopping you from the ministrations that were driving him mad. "Fuck- Please, Y/N, I won't- I won't last," his eyes squeezed shut, panting so hard it wracked the frame. Sun tasted of the salt in his sweat, but he oozed sweetness when he looked at you. As though the earth was opening up in the encompassing brown you'd fallen for, so tender when you placed a kiss to his neck, licked a trail down his sternum all the way, just to sink your teeth over his heart.

"Prettiest thing," you cooed when he whimpered, when your thumb played with that spot just under his glistening head, and you watched transparent fluid bubble up from the slit. "This is all you need, isn't it? All you could ever want."

"Y-Yeah..." Sun gasped, going entirely spineless, "g'nna come, fuck- Y/N," his head lolled to the side, lidded eyes barely able to focus. "Need you inside. Please."

Your brow cocked, hand stilling. "Oh?" You smiled. "You're honest today."

At those words, he glared, although the action didn't hold much weight with how hard he was trying to keep the sounds of his pleasure contained. "I always am," Sun muttered a second later, causing you to laugh.

"My bad," you kissed behind his ear, "you're right." Swiping at trails of spit leading to slick lips, and gently pushing your fingers into his mouth, you felt a surge of pride at how easily he took you in. His tongue laved at the digits with familiar ease, fluttering his lashes at you in that same provocative way as always. "Such a slut," you mumbled, amused.

"Just for you," he rasped as you retracted your hand. Little breaths puffed out slow, Sun watched with unbridled desire as you slid down between his legs, exactly where he wanted. "Isn't that how you like me?"

You hummed in agreement, planting a hickey just shy of his groin, somewhere on his plush expanse of inner thigh, "it's how I love you."

[tomssexdoll]

hey stinky boob butt

so yk how bill is in paris rn and his hotel room has a bunch of those mirrors in his bathroom 🌚 so i imagined bill watching you get ready for an event/fancy dinner and him being a hornball he comes up behind you and tries to subtly turn you on so you agree to do a quickie and he bends you over the counter so all you see is your reflection and the view of bill pounding you from the back😍😍 “look at my pretty baby gettin’ her pussy stuffed. makin’ such slutty faces..” AAND I CAME. MEOW also i just farted and it smells SO FUCKING HORRIFIC I JUST HOT BOXED MY OWN ROOM WITJ MY TOOTS

i came just from the req

STOP FARTING GOD DAMN

In a rush

PAIRINGS: Bill 2024 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill gets super horny before an event and begs Y/N to let him quickly fuck her . A/N: MEOW WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (doggystyle)

Me and Bill were getting ready to go to a fashion show in Paris, we had been invited by one of the most famous fashion designers in the world.

I was in our hotel bathroom, trying to see which earrings matched my dress perfectly. I felt a presence behind me and looked in the mirror, Bills tall figure towering over me, his hand coming to my stomach and rubbing it softly, kissing my neck with ease.

"Not now baby..we have to leave soon" I sighed, feeling his hand explore my body, moving to sensitive places. Finally, his hand landed on the bottom of my dress, rubbing my thighs teasingly close to my pussy.

"Bill.." I whined, his kisses on my neck getting rougher, pressing his hard cock against my ass. "Cmon..i'll be quick" he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

I felt a little burning in my heat, clenching my thighs together as he traced his finger up and down my chest, "fine.." I grunted. Then, I felt his hand push at my back, bending me over and slightly exposing my panties to him, the sight making him feral.

"Fuck..need you so bad baby.." he groaned, pushing my dress up and pulling my panties does, his breath hitching at the sight of my wet pussy, glitstening just for him.

I heard his belt unbuckle, pants dropping to the floor and his tip nudging at my entrance, "you ready honey?" he smirked, looking at me through the mirror. I nodded, feeling his hands grip my waist softly, slowly pushing his aching cock in.

"Ah!" I whimpered as he stretched me out, the feeling of his cock in me addicting. He immediately started to pound into me, wasting no time.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned, rolling my eyes back as his tip hit my favourite spot, mouth slightly agape. "Look at my pretty baby getting her pussy stuffed..makin' such slutty faces..fuck.." he groaned, hands coming down to hold my hips roughly, sharp nails digging into the skin.

He continued to slam his cock into me, the pace he was going at was brutal and inhuman, literally lightning speed. I held onto the counter tightly, hoping I didn't slip from his harsh thrusts.

"Fuckkk..your pussy is so addicting baby" he whimpered softly in my ear, my pussy starting to softly clench as I felt a knot forming in my stomach. "Make me cum baby, milk this cock" his hand reached down to my clit, rubbing it roughly.

I felt pleasure waves crash through me with such force, it felt like my soul was being sucked out of me. I screwed my eyes shut, head lolling back as I felt my orgasm approach.

With one final thrust Bill burried his cock deep in me, squirting his cum all over my walls and painting my insides white. "Quick baby..cum for me ok?" Bill commanded softly, panting as he continued to thrust into me, the rubbing on my clit getting faster.

I bit my lip so hard it bled as I came all over his cock, legs twitching and small moans leaving my lips as my high came down. Bill cleaned me up and helped me put my clothes back on. Surprisingly my makeup wasn't affected, I smiled and grabbed Bills hand, "told you the 50 dollar setting spray was worth it" he chuckled "whatever, let's go"

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomkaulitzloverr @ballhair @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @ge-billsgf @bkaulitzlover @cyberleathalz

[hyunsvngs]

You've convinced me that Han Jisung has a piss kink, like it's just canon in my head at this point.

I feel like he'd be the type of boyfriend with no boundaries. If you live together and there's only one bathroom, he's coming in with you (even if there are multiple bathrooms he'd see peeing and showering as communal activities).

Butttt I feel like he'd be nervous admitting he wants to experiment with piss sexually so he'd try and show you and hope you catch on. Like imagine you get in from a long drive and you're both dying to pee so you race to the bathroom and you beat him there but he says he can't hold it and asks to just pee through your legs.

You're too desperate to argue about it so you sit on the toilet and he's standing over you pulling his pants down and you both start to pee. The noises he makes are ungodly and at first you're just like damn he really needed to go but then you realise he's staring at you with those gorgeous cheeks all flushed. He's gripping his chubby little cock and gushing pee but you know that look in his eyes.

You press your legs closer together so the gap he's peeing through gets smaller and some of it splashes on your thighs. It's warm and surprisingly pleasant and you see his cock jump as he gasps at your actions. Then you get bold and reach out to rub your thumb right over his slit so that his stream soaks your hand.

"Fuck baby…" he whimpers.

You sit back and spread your legs wide, running your hand dripping with pee - HIS pee - over your stomach. "Do it Sungie, I know you want to."

He doesn't need to be told twice. He aims his still spurting cock right at your clit and you both let out the loudest moans. The pressure of his pee is so intense from how bad he needed to go you almost come on the spot.

His legs are trembling and his head is thrown back in ecstacy. He's running his dirty little mouth of course but it's an unintelligible mess. "Ohmyfuckinggodbabyyesyesyessofuckinggood."

Finally, his stream trickles off and your pussy, stomach and thighs are soaked in his pee. It splashed up almost to your tits and he just about faints when you swirl your finger in the mess then suck it off.

"Mmm, you taste so good my sweet boy." Your finger pops out with a wet smack. "But I bet you're even sweeter at the source."

You grab his hips, digging your nails into his soft honey-toned thighs, and pull him towards you to take his already hard cock into your mouth. Poor baby is so overwhelmed with pleasure that he can only moan and whimper for the few seconds it takes to make him explode down your throat.

---

That was fun to write. I thought you might appreciate it haha

I'm tempted to write more of these for the other members - could I be an anon? I don't mind which emoji, any that's free x

I DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE BUT I NEED TO KNOW. I REALLY AM IN LOVE WITH YOU…….

IM TRYING TO THINK OF AN EMOJI HANG ON IM KINDA STONED RN.

what about THIS: 😺

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

hellooo, i would like to proudly announce that i absolutely love your work, like it’s amazing - you’re amazing

anywho

can you write a soft dom seungmin smut please

you may take that very vague prompt and run with it 😭

i just need soft seungmo in my life rn

- much love, kenzie <3

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader Word count: 650 Genre: Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: Seungmin is a troll, unprotected sex(erm use protection), name calling >.> (dirty baby, puppy, nun else fr), ironic name for how he goes abt things... >.> i think thats all... (im bad at warnings lord help me-)

Gentle kisses were peppered on your neck by the man who sat in bed beside you.

You looked up from your phone at Seungmin. "May I help you puppy?"

He smiled innocently at you.

You hummed and looked back at your phone, effectively getting a pout from the man. You smiled to yourself as Seungmin grabbed you gently around the waist and pinned you to the bed.

"Stop ignoring me." He muttered, kissing your neck gently.

"'M busy." You muttered.

"Looking at shoes is important?" He made a face.

"Mhm." You kept scrolling until he gently pried your phone from your fingers, laying his head gently on your chest.

"More important than me?" He pouted.

You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair. "No."

Seungmin smiled and moved up kissing you gently.

You wrapped your arms around him and he hummed against your lips, mouth curving into a smirk. His hands traced down your sides before sliding under your shirt, he looked at you with an incredulous look, "No bra?"

You ruffled his hair. "Nuh uh."

He smirked and lifted your shirt. "You're so pretty y'know."

You blushed and kissed him softly. "You're prettier."

He chuckled softly and kissed your neck before lifting your shirt off. Kissing your chest before taking your nipple into his mouth, he pinched the other gently. You arched your back into him, whining softly.

"You want me to make you feel good?" He pulled at your nipple.

You nodded and moaned.

"Say please." he smiled lazily at you.

"Please." You pouted.

"Please what?" He tilted his face.

"Please fuck me." You batted your eye lashes innocently.

"Dirty girl." He pulled your panties off and groaned at the sight of your already wet sex, rubbing your clit gently. "Dirty baby wants me to fuck her?"

You whimpered and nodded. "Please Seungminnie!"

"How can I say no when you look so cute?" He kissed you gently and pushed two fingers into you. "So wet already, this is really all mine?"

You cried a groan of frustration and gripped the sheets. "Please."

"Oh, don't cry baby." He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. "I haven't even started yet."

"Then start." You rolled your eyes.

He grabbed your face gently. "Being rude?"

"Nuh uh." You pouted.

He kissed you gently before moving to remove his clothes. You stared at him slightly in shock at how perfect your lover was.

He smiled his big puppy smile. "Like what you see?"

You made a face and he pounced on you, the room becoming filled with you soft panting and whimpers as Seungmin lips attacked your neck. You gasped as sucked a bruise just under your ear.

"Can I put it in?" He breathed.

You nodded and he spread your legs, rubbing his tip against you. You bucked and he gripped your hips, holding you down. You started whining but he finally pushed into you.

He groaned against your neck. "So tight."

"Seungmin!" You whimpered.

"Shh." He pulled out slowly before moving in again, and again, before he set a steady rhythm, moving faster into you, panting softly.

You moaned and held onto him tightly, nails digging into his shoulders as he hit your g-spot, getting a high pitched moan from you.

He smiled and moved faster, hitting your g-spot over and over, until you were seeing stars.

"Seungmin!" You squealed, "I'm gonna-"

He kissed you hard, his cock bullying into you, and you came hard around him. He moaned and grunted as you pulsed around him, his thrusts growing sloppy, before he finally came hard, releasing in you. "So good, oh my god..." He slumped over you for a moment.

You whimpered as he pulled out, walking to your bathroom and returning a moment later with a cloth to clean you. After he cleaned you, he got into bed beside you and kissed you gently along the neck.

[reveluving]

omg phillip graves and his shy wifes first time together pls

Anon, baby! You're playing with my meow meow rn!! 😭💗 BUT LET'S GO

Includes: soft dom!graves (dating/pre-marriage), implications of virginity loss/bad past experiences, petnames ('pretty girl'), fingering, licking & marking, unprotected sex (p in v)

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

Come & check out my COD m.list!

It starts with a kiss.

Kisses after kisses. He wants to ease you into the moment. To let you know that time wasn't of the essence and he won't (and would never) rush you into things to the point of scaring or downright pressuring you.

He'll be rougher or freakier with you some other time. When he knows you're more open to newer things, curious of what sex—no, making love has to offer. 

“Y'sure you want this?” You nodded into his chest, and as cute as it was, he needed verbal confirmation, “‘M gonna need t’hear you say it, pretty girl.” 

“Yes,” It was breathy, almost whispering, but your tone was pure need—he'd know hesitation when he hears or sees one, “Please, Phil. I need you… I–” 

You paused, “I've always needed you.” 

He effortlessly carried you to the bedroom, holding you up at the foot of the bed before gently laying you down. 

He straightened up to remove his shirt, ‘taking the lead’ in undressing in hopes that you'd feel more comfortable with the idea.

“Mind if I take ‘em off?” He gestured to your shirt, kissing your jaw while waiting for your response. Even when you uttered a ‘mhm’, he didn't take them off immediately. Instead, his lips wandered wherever he could reach, then tested out with a few nips here and there.

Hearing your whimpers, barely able to cover up your moans, one could only imagine his self-restraint, dying to make an appearance to make you his. It was evident in the way he gripped the sheets next to your head.

He does the same with your pants/skirt, trailing kisses down your leg as the bottomwear slides off, leaving you in your undies. 

He lets you cover yourself, only looking at you with a smile, despite the half-lidded gaze as he whispers in your ear. 

“Always knew y'had a fine body,” He emphasized, unable to resist running his hands up and down your soft skin. He helps you with your bra—slowly, then your panties, teasing you with his tongue and noting the spots that make you jump, “Always so soft against me. Makes me fuckin’ hard just thinkin’ about it.” 

He chuckles when he sees you cover your eyes, failing to control the rush of heat coursing through you.

Seeing this side of you, still so shy but also waiting to be ruined. It may not be his first time but damn, he could've fooled himself by the control he was nearly lacking.

He rests his head on your tummy, peering up at you through his lashes as he slides a finger in between your folds, pulling it away and delighted to find it wet and shiny. You can’t help but shiver when he groans upon easing his middle finger into you, the tiniest squelch reaches your ears.

He won’t stop until you’re finally used to three of his fingers, caressing your head and face as your face contorts in slight pain, then comes his favourites; eyes rolling back, lips parting and back arching, babbling against his lips ‘yes, yes, yes’ or begging him not to stop. 

His cock looks painful at this point, holding himself back against the sheets despite the slight precum on the tip. He asks again, “Inside?”, and at this point, you have your arms around him, almost as if praying to just have him in you.

It’s hard not to stare at his body, especially as he throws his head back. His muscles flex as he wraps your legs around him, slowly bottoming out and letting you get used to his size; the girth is one thing, but the length is another. 

A fraction of his resolve begins to chip away when he looks down at you, digging your nails into the sheets and throwing your head back into the pillow, and in a daze, he lunges, nipping and sucking on your neck. Licking up the thin layer of perspiration that covers you in amidst the heat. Giving into your desires, your carnal pleasure.

To finally have him as close to you as possible.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

[berryhobii]

More (kth x reader) a Drabble

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x black!female!reader

Warnings: smut(18+ but I don’t control what you consume), cowgirl position, I don’t mention it but they’re doing it in a chair, squirting, mentions of edging, mentions of orgasm denial, orgasms(f receiving), spanking

A/N: AHHHHHH! I’ve been so so busy with work and my baby that I’ve barely had time to write or proofread or post. I’ve also been in such a rut with my WIPs that I’ve been a little unmotivated but I’m sure I’ll be out of it soon🤕please send me your good energy. This is just a little drabble; it’s actually my Distracted Driver couple. If you haven’t read that, it’s okay. Essentially, Tae and reader are amateur p*rn stars. I’m thinking of just making a bunch of little drabbles for them. I scrap a ton of smut scenes that I can easily turn into straight up p*rn content for them. I’m working on it along with lots of new ideas so please bear/bare(?) with me. Happy Holidays to those who celebrate and have a wonderful day to those who don’t. Stay safe 🩵🩵I don’t describe reader in this so imagine them however you want!

~

Oh fuck baby!”

The loud clapping and wet noises could be heard down the block. With every bounce, your ass met his thighs in a deep bass similar to a gunshot. Paired with your gasps of air and moans, it sounded like you two were straight out of a porno.

Coincidentally, that’s just what the camera was filming so you must be doing a good job.

Taehyung’s hands were gripping you so hard that it hurt, your ass already on fire from the series of slaps he’s been landing on it all night. The tingling of the pain only fueled your pleasure further.

Your own hands were digging into his broad shoulders, manicured nails leaving thin scratch marks across his tan back.

“This pussy feels so good. So fucking tight.” He growled in your ear, his baritone sending sparks down your back. It only made more wetness leak from your pussy; sticky honey like arousal dripping down his cock and onto his thighs. Everything was so wet and hot and pulsing, temperature climbing and your pleasure beginning to crest.

His huge cock was pushing in and out of your velvet walls, being constricted by the tightness of your heat. You felt so much wetter than usual for some reason. Maybe it was the fact he had edged you for close to 30 minutes, pulling out right before you came, only to push back inside and do it all over again. You’d be getting your lick back for that later.

But now, he was struggling to hold back, his own orgasm settling in his balls.

“I’m gonna cum, baby.” You cried, back arching as you began throwing yourself back harder on his cock. He groaned, slapping your ass again, own hips lifting to meet yours. The head of his cock brushed against the sweet spot deep inside of you again and again, cervix practically begging for his cum.

“Do it.” A slap to your ass, mouth sucking another hickey onto your throat. You sat up, eyes locking with his hooded ones. Fuck, he looked so sexy with his sweaty hair and the deep furrow of his brows. The clench of his jaw letting you know he was close. “Cum all over my cock.”

And you did. Hard enough for you to squirt. You screamed, lifting yourself from his cock to give the camera a full view of your wet pussy. Your legs shook from the force of your orgasm, Taehyung holding your ass cheeks apart to capture the moment.

You had barely come down from the body tingling orgasm before your pussy was begging for another one.

You leaned an arm back to fit his throbbing cock back inside your walls with a whisper of, “more.”

[soanliawriter]

Stress Reliever (Levi Ackerman)

( // NSFW WARNING // ) ( Oneshot )

Context: pwp (p*rn without plot), penetration, lewd language, blowjobs, creampie, sucking and fingering pussy

Summary: Your boyfriend is a firefighter, Levi's libido would often activate when he needs some sexual stress relief.

"F*ck baby" Levi groans and whimpers when you started giving him a blowjob, you both stayed in his sleeping quarters, trying his absolute best to keep in his moans, it's hard for him when you're sucking him off good.

"I love it when you suck my tip like that baby-- f*ck!"

You hummed in response as you fondled with his smooth balls and taking him in whole, licking his tip the way he likes it.

Pussy was throbbing bad hearing his suppressed sounds, later the sounds of you sucking him is heard, good thing Levi's sleeping quarters is just for him, meaning he has no roommate.

"Let me eat you baby" he said tiredly as you got off his cock with a satisfying pop as he lightly pushes you down on his bed, making it creek a little from the impact.

He kisses you roughly opening your mouth using his tongue, you gladly accept his invitation for him to explore your cavern, tongues kissing each other, pulling away with another satisfying pop, string of saliva connecting you both.

"Hurry baby" you moaned out as he kissed your sweet spot on your neck, your turn trying to suppress your moans, biting on your bottom lip and finger, he trails down lifting your shirt up removing it, seeing you were wearing a sports bra with a zipper in front.

He unzips it, seeing your boobs jiggle a bit, he fondled with it and pinch your erect nipples sucking on them delicately, your back arched as you tugged on his raven hair.

"Love it when I pleasure your sensitive nipples?"

He hums as he sucks them again, lightly bitting your nipples, tugging on it a bit before pulling away, his kisses trails down your ribs and stomach, finally reaching your throbbing wet pussy.

He inhales your scent down there, his cock twitched at how aroused you are.

"Try not to make a sound, if you do I stop"

You huffed out a moan looking down at him as he kisses the pussy folds before thrusting in in middle and ring finger, sliding it in no problem.

"F*ck Levi!"

He chuckles, teasingly licking and kissing your sensitive clitoris, as he heard your muffled moans, he went it and fully sucking and licking your clitoris.

The pleasure was sending your to orbit, stars was showing on the sides of your vision, mouth agape but no moans came out, only muffled whimpers.

Gripping on his bedsheets hard as you start to feel a knot coming in close.

"I'm gonna cum Levi! F*ck!"

"Cum, cum, cum, cum"

He's thrusting his fingers in great speed that made your whole body move back and forth at how strong his thrust the his fingers are being.

The bed was surprisingly not creeking.

He chuckles as he did a quick few flicks of his tongue on your throbbing clit before finally cumming all over his face, he used his other hand to catch the rest, making sure it doesn't go to his bed.

Levi licked and sucked on his fingers and hand clean as he kisses your pussy that made you jolt and huff out a moan before he trails up to you.

Kissing your forehead before you felt his tip teasing your entrance, going up and down your clit a couple of times before finally thrusting it whole inside you.

"Levi!"

You whisper shouted at him as you gripped his muscular biceps, nails digging into them as he groans, "f*ck baby, so wet, warm and tight for me" his moans shuddering as he finally thrusts in and out of you in a steady pace.

"Oh f*ck!" He moans out as he fels your legs wrapping around his hips pulling him closer, you were a moaning mess, trying not to suppress your sounds anymore.

A sinful sound of skin to skin contact and the wet sounds of your pussy was echoing his sleeping quarters, turning him on so much.

Levi's thrusting started getting faster, "like that baby? Huh? Oh f*ck yeah!" His thrusts was so powerful that your body couldn't help but be filled with so much pleasure running through your veins.

Arms lazily hanging off his shoulders, fingers tiredly intertwined together, legs loosing strength cause of pleasure.

"F*ck I'm cumming baby, want it inside?"

"Yes please Levi, please~"

You breathlessly say as he speeds up his thrusting, it was animalistic and it was perfect witnessing it, he grabs your arms and pinned them above your head, finger intertwining together, he kisses and sucks your neck as he kisses his wrists and licking it up.

"I'm cumming!"

"Inside, inside baby~"

After a few hard thrusts you both finally cummed together, feeling the warm juices filing you up, moaning softly body twitching from the intense pleasure, pussy was uncontrollably twitching so much, Levi pulled out to see he made you have a creampie.

He smirks and used his index finger rubbing your pussy up and down, swirling the cum, he lifts his finger, licked and sucked on it clean.

"Round 2 in my shower?" Levi asked as you smirked, lifting you off his bed and carrying you bridal style, finally reaching the showers, immediately starting round 2.

( // a/n: cheeky gander of the shower sex you and Levi will have, let your imaginations run wild loves 🥴🤭😏 // )

[lunarw0rks]

nsfw dom valeria 🙏🙏🙏, anything that comes to mind honestly, u can use y/n if u want, this is terrible i’m sorry i’ve never done this before n i’m high so i’m struggling 🗣️🗣️

Summary: Valeria uses you as a way to relieve her frustrations.

Warning(s): explicit content (18+), established relationship, p^rn with little plot, oral sex, fingering, AFAB!reader, no use of y/n

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: this is my first time writing for Valeria (＃＞＜) also I don't speak Spanish, so I apologize for grammatical errors

꒦꒷ MAIN MASTERLIST ꒷꒦ VALERIA MASTERLIST // have a request? ♡¸.•*' ⋆ ⚘ 🕊 ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ ao3 ver.

Following Orders

It was the perfect evening; rose-scented candles illuminating only your faces, silky curtains covering every inch of the high walls, and the quiet chatter of Las Almas high society as they dined. This environment was something out of your element, like you were watching yourself from above, all while you stuck out so easily. Despite wearing the fanciest, most premium clothing she’d bought you, you were like a deer in the headlights.

She’d sent a bottle over, as a distraction while she handled her business. The “nicest bottle they have” according to her. It was a nice bottle, if only you’d gotten to savor it in silence.

“Estarás muerto por la mañana si no sigues las órdenes.” Valeria coos into the phone as if she wasn’t threatening the life on the other line. Her legs are crossed, while her unoccupied hand is tapping on the table.

Another gargle from the other line and she’s hung up, finishing off her glass of wine in one gulp. She’s looking at you through hooded lids, still seething with anger—glaring as if you were the henchmen disobeying her moments ago.

“It’s not easy being king, hm?” She sneers, noticing the awkward shifting in your seat, and the tight grip you have on the neck of your wine glass.

The phone thrown atop the tablecloth chimes again, forcing her to check it. Her jaw tightens at whatever bad news has popped up, and next, she’s wiping her mouth with the cloth napkin, and to her feet.

“We’re going home. Now.” Her snarl reaches deep, causing you to set aside the plate you barely picked at.

She doesn’t bother to pay the tab, nor leave a tip for the server. She’s gripping the flesh of your forearm and practically dragging you across the pavement. The valet has come to a stop under the carport as soon as the both of you exited as if waiting for her hand and foot on her.

She opens the side door closest and slams it as soon as you’re inside. She climbs into the other, and gives the driver two taps—then he’s kicked the engine, dodging traffic, and approaching her main compound in record time.

—

The large oak doors have come to a slam, and the control panel is in her hands. Her electric blinds are slowly whirring downward until all of the windows in the foyer have been covered. In replacement of the porch light no longer coming through, she’s slowly turning on the pendant chandelier above the dining space.

You’re standing in the middle of the foyer, still clenching your wallet tightly. She’s been silent since she told the guards to split, and now she’s standing across from you, casing you with her hard-eyed gaze. She’s had her fair share of explosive mood swings and heated phone calls, but it's never been this intense.

Her pink fingernails grip onto the strap of your wallet, and it’s ripped from your grip with force. Next, it’s holding onto your chin, while the other is gripping onto the loose fabric of your night clothes, shoving you backward toward the dining table.

Each time you’re going to topple, or your ankle twists from the imbalance, her hands grip tighter, until eventually, the curve of your spine hits the thick,  rough edge of the dining table.

That cocktail attire, the piece that clung to your frame so tightly, the one you were beginning to admire the way you looked in, was now fraying under her the dig of her nails. Now that she was towering over you, with your back laying on the dining table, the rip of the fabric comes quickly.

From midsection to thigh, there’s a large rip in it, revealing your bare body underneath. Your bra and panties provided little to no cover, and it didn’t last long.

Her tongue traced a circle around your belly button, until eventually, it was at the waistband of those panties. Valeria yanks them down, nibbling on your thighs until her mouth finds your core.

“Hijo de putas… can’t follow orders…” Her curses are muffled by the warmth of the flesh she’s licking on.

Any form of protest, or grunt from her roughness, and her stare hardens, only compelling more snarls to come from her plump lips. She will take her frustrations out one way or another—tonight you’re the target in her crosshairs.

“What if someone comes in?” Your voice comes out a murmur, as you’ve propped yourself up on your elbows, as if checking the mansion for any unwanted visitors.

“Then they’d be disobeying me.” Her voice is more hoarse now, but still soft around the edges. “That would be a mistake wouldn’t it?” Her question echoes through the large dining room, but she’s not talking about the guards; she’s talking about you. You disobeying her and facing the consequences.

When her men disobey, they end up with a bruised ego and a black eye, or worse. But you, you’ll forget your name by the time she’s done, without even finishing once.

You shake your head quickly, figuring you’ll take your chances with some aggressiveness over being teased for hours.

“Good.” Her response is simple, and she’s amused. She delves her tongue into your folds again, this time with a quicker pace. When you’ve writhed too much, or clenched your legs together around her head, one of her hands clamps down on a thigh, pinning it to the table.

Each whine, each reaction to her skillful mouth, is a climb to her ego. The unoccupied hand finds its way to your entrance. You’re slick enough—a mixture of her saliva and how her voice already had you dripping back at the restaurant.

The first finger glides in with ease, but you’ve tightened around her with each thrust of it. There’s nothing she enjoys more than how your back arches, how you can barely speak when her head is between your thighs.

Next, it’s her ring finger, successfully stretching you out. Her ability to multitask carries way beyond her work. She’s still swirling around your clit with the tip of her tongue, all while her two fingers have curled into a ‘come here’ motion deep inside you.

She’s satisfied you’ll stay where she wants you now. The dig of her fingertips releases, and now her thumb is in between your lips, giving you something to occupy your mouth with—something to drool and moan around.

Her tongue has pulled away, but her digits haven’t. Now she’s above you, using her knee to hold your legs open against the table. The centerpiece has tipped over in the process, but she’s paying it no mind.

Now that she’s at your eye level, she can watch as your lips wrap around her thumb, how your eyes are clenched shut one second and rolling back in the next. Every movement she’s making with her fingers causes a ripple of pleasure through you, only encouraging her to quicken her movements.

“Such a mess, hm?” Valeria chuckles, an amused grin spreading on her reddened lips. Now, the only sounds are your damped whimpers and the wetness coating her two fingers, sliding in and out continually until you’re trembling.

The torture drags on. Every time you feel the pleasure become too much like you’re going to finish, she slows down slightly, so it’s just enough to be stuck in purgatory.

Her thumb, now dripping with your own spit, slides out of your mouth with a moist pop. She wipes the saliva away on your cheek as if you were the bandana around her neck, but instead, it's your cheek she’s using to wipe the mess away.

Valeria’s no longer curling her fingers, only thrusting them in and out agonizingly. “Are you going to finish loud for me? Make a show of it?” Her brow is cocked, and she’s not going to proceed until you respond.

As soon as you’ve murmured a ‘yes’, she’s back on her game—harsher than before. Her fingers find your chin again, gripping it tightly to keep you still as her fingers begin to drill in and out, curling against your pulsing walls.

You can’t hold it much longer now, you never can when her trained fingers are this deep inside you. Despite how well you’ve been able to conceal your sounds before, now they’re bouncing off the walls, muttering small praises for how well she’s taking care of you.

She could take her hands away any second, and leave you a wet mess on the dining table, but she’s relishing the sight of you under her control too much—especially with her sour mood to fuel it.

Finally, the thrusts of her fingers have sent a spark from your core all the way up your spine, allowing your release from all the build-up. Her digging grip on your chin remains as you ride it out, and her fingers stay idle as the trembling subsides. She’s amused, very amused by this.

The pants had soon turned into deep breaths, ones where you were recovering from the high. Finally, she removes her fingers, this time wiping the aftermath off on her bandana instead of your cheek.

Now it’s playing with the frayed fabric of your gown. She was so blinded by anger before, she’d forgotten she nearly tore the whole piece off of you. To her, it was a small deduction from her riches—nearly nothing for her to replace.

Valeria leans down again, slowly pulling up the panties that were rolled to your mid-thigh; the one piece of clothing she hadn’t managed to ruin in her previous haste. Then, she returns above you again for one last tease.

She purrs into your ear, giving your exposed flesh one more glance before the pin of her knee is withdrawn. “You should see what’s going to happen to the other guy, amor.”

[niki-phoria]

‧₊˚✩ sweet moments with chishiya, arisu, and kuina

warnings: we deserved more kuina and chishiya in s2, as always chishiya is a little ooc, i am so close to making one of those giant YOU NEED TO REBLOG FANFICTION AND LEAVE COMMENTS posts that get shared around everywhere because my motivation is so bad rn and i love the encouragement/interaction does this sound like i'm complaining ??

gn! reader (they/them pronouns used)

‧₊˚✩ chishiya - stargazing together

(word count 246) he looks like a cat here it's so cute ksnlsknks

chishiya pauses as soon as he reaches the roof. you sit by the ledge, staring up at the sky. your jacket hands loosely off of your shoulders. 

“what are you doing?” you don’t even bother to glance back at him, still looking up. 

“i’m stargazing.” he cocks his head, silently walking over to stand behind you. he glances up at the night sky. the stars are out, barely shining through the clouds. it’s nothing special to chishiya. the stars are there every night. why bother looking at them? 

“stargazing,” he repeats the word like he’s never heard it before. “why?” 

you glance over your shoulder up at him. “because the stars are out.” chishiya stares at you for a few seconds. “you can join me if you want to.” 

despite still not understanding why you would sit on cold concrete and stare up at the sky, chishiya sits down next to you so close that your shoulders barely brush against each other with each movement. he stares up at the sky for a few minutes before he finds himself bored. his eyes drift to the side, entranced with how you’re so focused on the stars. the soft smile on your face is enough to bring one to his own. you look over at him, smirking. 

“like what you see?” 

chishiya rolls his eyes, shaking his head. you laugh, leaning your head against his shoulder. he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. 

‧₊˚✩ arisu - comforting you after a nightmare

(word count 263)

you jolt awake, panting as you sit up in bed. your hands are shaky. sweat clings to your shirt as you cover your face with your hands. tears sting your eyes, threatening to roll down your cheeks. 

“y/n?” arisu’s hand is warm as it presses against your shoulder. he gently coaxes you to lean against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. you cling to him desperately as if he’ll disappear if you let go, even for a second. “do you want to talk about it?” 

you let out a shaky sigh, trying to calm yourself down. arisu’s hand rubs comfortingly against your back. the air is cool against your skin from the wind blowing through your open window. the music from the beach continues to blast on despite the late hour. “i just… i’m tired. of the games, and the people here, and almost dying every day.” 

“i know,” arisu whispers, holding you a little closer. his shirt is stained with your tears. you smooth your hand against the fabric of his shirt, trying to smooth out the wrinkles from where your hands gripped onto it. “i know it’s hard. but we need to keep going.” he moves a hand to your jaw, lifting your chin. he leans down a little to press his forehead against yours, big brown eyes staring into yours. “i will get us home. i promise.” you nod, reaching over to grab his hand. 

“i love you,” you whisper. arisu pulls you back into the hug, pressing a kiss against your forehead. 

“i love you too.” 

‧₊˚✩ kuina - you get jealous

(word count 332)

your nails dig into your hands as you watch the man lean over, hand resting on kuina’s shoulders. she laughs as he watches her, smirking over his drink. chishiya chuckles as he leans against the wall next to you, hands in his pockets. “jealous?” he asks, leaning to glance over at you. 

you sigh, forcing yourself to relax. “shut up.” 

“you know, if you’re so jealous, you could just walk over there and tell her.” the man’s arm around kuina’s shoulder moves to rest against her arm. she shifts a little away from him, looking away. 

you ignore chishiya’s knowing gaze, pushing off of the wall and making your way over to the beach chair they’re sitting on. “y/n!” she smiles, eagerly shoving the man’s arm off of her and wrapping you into a hug. she clings to your arm, turning back to the man. you ignore how he’s glaring at you, squeezing kuina’s hand. your shoulders feel tense as he looks you up and down with a sour look. “this is my partner, y/n,” she introduces. 

“it’s nice to meet you,” you bow before leaning down next to kuina’s ear. “it’s getting late, we should head back to our room.” 

“ah, you’re probably right,” she says, turning back to the man. “i’ll see you around,” she dismisses, letting you wrap your arm around her waist. 

you bite back a sigh of relief as you close the door behind you. kuina chuckles as she pushes you down onto your bed, moving to sit on your lap. “are you… jealous?” she teases. 

“no,” you look away, avoiding her glance. “...maybe.” kuina laughs, leaning down to lift your chin so you’re looking into her eyes. 

“y/n, you are the most amazing person i have ever met. there is nobody in the world that i love more than you,” she whispers, pulling you a little closer. “i love you.” 

you lean forwards, pulling her into a sweet kiss. “i love you too.”

[itoshi-s]

I srsly wasnt gonna make u go down a 🐇 hole but im too impatient so this is the 2nd... I give u five words: oral fixation and cum play,, guess who has it?? (Everyone tbh) but think abt it him telling u to keep his first load in ur mouth while pounding u to get his 2nd telling u not to spill it or swallow until his release and even then he would take it in his mouth only to spit it back in urs (ps should i be an emoji anon bc i know which one to use)

OOOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO :( NONNIE U ARE BACK !!! i swear u are the sole reason behind my existence rn asdfkjs i blame YOU for the fever i was running last nite !!! cause this is just... kajfhk this is SO GOOD

also worry not ,, there's a proper fic coming based on rabbit hole 2 TONIGHT </3 2.5 is in the works still but u know damn well i had to do these ideas justice. these are perfect i luv ur brain so much bbie !! also answering ur prev ask there's a small list of fav/hard no's when it come's to kinks !

i… have a certain ravenette in mind 4 this……………. but i am curious which one of the bllk guys u thought of mostly cuz!! you are so right i can see each of them being into that </3 can't blame them cause it really is the hottest idea EVER i am in looooove with cumplay :( sigh

cw: nsfw, cum play. 17- dni!

imagine rin holding a hand over your mouth so that nothing spills :( it gets even harder that way cause now you're also struggling to breathe properly with the way his large palm almost covers up your nose, too :( but the look in his eyes is enough of a motivation, you've let him down on this before and each and every time, you were rendered unable to walk properly for the next few days. you're on the verge of crying by the time he's groaning under his breath, pulling out and grabbing you by the ankles to bring you face-level with his cock.

"open," it's breathy and quick, desperate as he jerks himself, grip tight to mimic the feeling of your cunt. he would've thought it's impossible to feel any better than this, but as you obediently open your mouth, showcasing the pool of cum mixing with your saliva, he comes so hard his knees buckle underneath his weight.

and god he cums lots :( milky and runny and there's so, so much, cause he treats his body so well. your mouth overflows, a soft mewl slipping past your mouth along with a streak of cum as you watch him lose it. teal eyes hooded, mouth agape as he pants and grunts under his breath, rides his high out for all it's worth.

you'd think he was done - but the way his thumb reaches down to wipe away the cum that seeped out the corner of your mouth grants you the contrary. there's a glint of unease in your eyes, simply because you're just so worn out since you've been at it for what seems like hours - and he laughs a bit at the sight.

"fuck. who's my good girl?" it's sweet, a praise that you'll never get bored of and rin's aware. you whimper softly, the obvious answer almost rolling off your tongue - but the very next second your eyes are widening just slightly as he does the unexpected and goes for a kiss. filthy, eager and messy with the way his tongue dips past your lips and laps at your own, tasting himself all along.

you grab at his biceps, nails digging into the sturdy muscle, and you can sense yourself soak the sheets with need all over again.

rin groans into your mouth, hips dragging against the mattress despite his cock already bright pink with overstimulation, and grabs the back of your head. pulling you up to more of a sitting position, he deepens the kiss even more and renders you breathless. it gets your head dizzy and heavy with pleasure all over again, jaw slack as you let him take, take, take.

until he's had his fill.

he breaks the proximity between you two, a string of saliva mixed with his seed connecting your lips until he sits back on his heels again. it breaks off, makes him wipe at his chin with the back of his hand - the other already grabbing at your jaw to keep your mouth agape.

this has played out countless times before already, but doesn't fail to make you lightheaded anyway. he spits on your awaiting tongue, adding in to the mess of drool and two hefty loads of cum that have grown bitter on your tongue from the wait.

"good. swallow."

you only ever realize the breath you've been holding when your throat finally bobs, as you swallow the filth and almost choke with the way your lungs feel so tight from asphyxia. your mouth feels strangely empty as you stick your tongue out again, to show no sign of his cum anywhere.

only then does rin's shoulders roll back slightly, taut muscles finally relaxing with a shaky exhale. he's spent and you can tell - from the way his thighs have a slight tremble to them as he lowers himself down to lay next to you, strong arms pulling you on top of his chest.

"god i fucking love you." he breathes. "you know that?" there's an almost amused lilt to his voice as you nose at his throat - settling for a soft hum as your only answer.

of course you know - he makes sure you do, by all the filth he puts you through <3