#however curls ARE very pretty so. hm.

[miaoqing]

No bc he had to suffer in the first act of PIDW and detangling hair could be a great wife plot. (Coming from someone with 3b/c hair) also I think it would be sooooo funny to have him struggle like I do with my hair and it would add to his “uniqueness” though I agree he’d have more 2b/c

if it was ANY curlier than like. a strong 2c it would have gotten so matted in the abyss that not even the protagonist halo would save him i think.... that IS a good wifeplot though..... sqq having to gently detangle all his hair...... imagine also binghe who cries when his hair gets pulled on too hard.... shizuns full attention AND comfort kissies? lets fuckign go......

or alternatively for a less fluffy version; binghe's hair got so matted and dirty in the abyss that he has to CUT IT OFF gasp so unfilial..... horrible what that shitty shizun of his made him do...... 😞

[tiza0925]

Just a pill | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, explicit sexual content, afab/female reader, alternate universe, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, fingering, squirting, degradation kink, kuroo is mean in bed but a sweetheart otherwise, praise kink, pet names, dumbification, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cock warming, drugged sex (but it's consensual), SET IN THE FUTURE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“Look at you,” His voice is rough, low, and sinful as he looks up at you with a small smirk, eyes hooded, while he has you spread out on his lap—

His muscled thighs provide the perfect amount of comfort for you as you barely manage to keep yourself up—desperately clinging onto his shoulder as your lower lip wobbles. 

Kuroo pouts, almost mocking you with his eyebrows softening, and lets his back lean into the bed frame a little more as he continues to fuck two of his thick fingers inside your cunt. “You must feel so numb by now hm, baby?” 

You shudder, feeling hazy and warm and achy, but you somehow still manage to nod your head as you suck in a deep breath. 

The pills you took were really strong. 

Kuroo was initially hesitant about it—because he knew just how much of a light-weight you are when it comes to getting intoxicated. 

But then you gave him that look—with eyes so big and pleading—telling him that you trust him to take care of you and—

And how was he supposed to say no to that? 

Of course, he’ll take care of you but still—

These pills aren’t exactly weak. 

Which is made very clear right this instant as your eyes turn droopy, and you feel your entire body turn numb but alight with fire at the same time. 

But you don’t regret it one bit. 

No. 

Not when it means Kuroo gets to treat you like this—like some doll for him to tease and fuck however he wants.

To whisper sweet, dirty words and handle you in ways that have you turning into a puddle. 

The kiss he plants on your cheek is gentle and sweet, and your fingers curl into the skin of his shoulders as he slips his two fingers out to run them through your sopping folds to rub your clit. “Were you keeping count for me?” 

You swallow thickly, feeling your mouth dry. “T-two.”

He’s made you orgasm twice already. 

And he hasn’t even fucked you yet. 

You hear him hum, then you feel the warmth of his mouth trail down your neck until his lips find that sensitive spot that makes your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open with a soft sigh. 

Then you feel him murmur against your skin, “You think you can give me another like this?”

And you don’t think you can orgasm anymore. 

Not in this state. You feel so limp and jelly—simply sitting and taking whatever Kuroo gives you—

It’d honestly be a miracle if you cum again. 

You hum, nodding anyway as best as you can even if your head feels too heavy. 

Kuroo’s smile is wide and proud and—

“Oh god—” You whine when you feel Kuroo pinch your clit, feeling a sting of heat shoot up your stomach and chest. 

“Shh,” He soothes you, sliding his fore and middle finger back down your folds, your fluids creaming his fingers before he pushes them back into your fluttering cunt and curls them. “I got you, darling, don’t worry.” 

And you never do when it comes to him. 

He knows what he’s doing—enough for you to completely let your mind go and close your eyes as everything around you disappears and all you feel is liquid pleasure filling your blood. 

You circle your arms around his neck as support, your chin resting on his shoulder, and Kuroo kisses the side of your head as he rolls his wrists, his fingers curling and massaging your walls to build that tight tension in your belly again. 

“You take it so well for me,” Kuroo lets out a low groan, grinding his palm against your clit as he finger fucks you—while his fingers get all sticky with your fluids, and his other hand holds onto your hips. “Such a pretty little doll for me to use, hm?” 

You can only nod at this point as your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs with a breathy moan—your thoughts move like sludge and before you can comprehend what’s happening—

Your orgasm goes through you with a small snap—causing your lower spine to draw tight and your muscles to tense as you moan, clinging onto Kuroo and riding out your third orgasm for the night. 

But he’s not done with you. 

“Good baby,” Kuroo drawls, voice throaty, and he pulls out his fingers that are slicked with your fluids, and he uses that same hand to smack your ass—making you jolt. “Look at me.” 

And you do. 

Slowly.

You pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, and Kuroo’s pupils dilate when he notices just how mentally gone you are.

Then he smiles, all gentle, and tilts his head to the side. “You tired?” 

Yes.

God—you just want to rest now. 

The pills have made you tired, yes, but it’s the orgasm after orgasm that’s taken a bigger toll on you. 

You whine as you nod, but Kuroo only huffs out a low chuckle in response and squeezes your ass. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”

He’s quick but gentle when he guides you to lay on your back in the middle of the bed, and he takes the rest of his sweatpants off—letting his cock out to give it a few strokes. 

And the thing is—you can tell him to stop. 

Just one word and he’ll drop the whole thing—take you for a bath and call it a night with sweet kisses and gentle massages as he cuddles you to sleep. 

But as tired as you are—

You don’t want this to stop. 

Kuroo’s body envelops you entirely when he hovers over you, one hand beside your head—his body heat so close against yours—while his other hand guides the fat head of his cock through your soaked slit. 

“Your pussy is so messy,” Kuroo’s groan is ragged, and he breathes out heavily as he rocks his hips slightly to have your pussy lips wrap around his girth—coating his length with juices as the tip of his dick kisses your clit. “So sloppy and wet, baby.” 

You can’t speak. 

You’re too busy gasping and mumbling something between a moan and a whine as you scramble to hold onto his muscled back—your legs spreading and wrapping around his waist to bring him closer. 

“So needy, hm?” Kuroo teases as leans down to give your lips a sweet pull with his, kissing you so deeply that you feel your whole body crumble from it and you nearly let out a tiny sob. 

“It’s okay,” He says while pushing the head inside, immediately stretching you wider than his fingers can ever do, and you suck in a sharp breath with tears beginning to form. 

And Kuroo can see the tears lacing your eyelashes—making them wet and shiny—and he merely swipes at one of your eyes with his thumb so tenderly before leaning back. 

And his voice is soft—a huge contrast to the words that slip out of his mouth as he holds onto your waist with both hands, pushing his cock inside you until you think you might feel it in your lungs. 

“Don’t cry, love,” Kuroo coos as he pulls back, the tip of his dick catching at your hole, causing a trickle of your juices to gush out with how wet and messy you are. “You just need to lay there and be pretty for me, okay?” 

“O-okay,” You breathe out harshly, your lips, head, arms—everything—feel numb. “Please, ‘Surou, I—”

Your sentence gets cut short when he decides to push back in at that very moment—making your words bleed into a moan as you feel every part of him spread you open. 

God—

“I know,” Kuroo groans, rolling his hips to set a pace, hearing the wet squelch that your pussy makes as he fucks you—making his head spin. “I know, baby, I’ll make you feel all sore and full with my cum, okay? Just how you like it.” 

And he sticks to that promise soon after. 

He fucks you deep and slow, dragging it out and building that tight ball of heat in your lower stomach until everything in your body feels tense and ready to explode. 

Kuroo stuffs his dick inside your pussy that’s dripping with every thrust—making a mess on the bed and between your thighs—while one of his hands comes to push down on your belly.

“Oh—oh fuck—”

You shake, eyes wide, and your mouth is agape with a silent scream from the pressure on your stomach—feeling the twin sensation of being so fucking full with his cock and him hitting your g-spot over and over and over and—

Oh, god. 

“I—“

You can’t speak. 

You feel mindless and tongue-heavy. 

And Kuroo can tell by the way you hear him let out a knowing chuckle, his pace growing more harsh and needy as he presses his palm on your stomach even lower. “My pretty doll all fucked stupid that she can’t talk?” 

Your entire body shakes, feeling heat flush in your cheeks. 

You nod, panting, uncaring of the degrading words, and Kuroo’s smirk grows. “Poor baby, those pills really did make you all dumb for me, huh?” 

You know he doesn’t mean it. 

Even when he says those words out loud—and through your addled mind—you can hear the notes of affection hanging on those words. 

And for some odd reason—it just spurs you on, even more, making you lose it as you arch your back, your orgasm ready to combust. 

And Kuroo must be able to tell as he lets out a drawn-out groan, raw and low and heavy, and he starts to rock his hips faster—fucking you with the intention to make you feel him in your guts. 

“So tight for me, my love, god—” You cry out a moan, your hands gripping the sheets until your knuckles turn white as Kuroo fucks you through your fourth orgasm for the night. 

This one feels like a snap against your clit, an explosion of heat and buzzing pleasure spreading throughout your body, and your vision turns blurry as you shake. 

But that’s not the only thing. 

“Fuck, baby, keep going,” You faintly hear Kuroo’s voice, but you have lost every sense of self and feeling to know what he’s talking about and the fact that you’re squirting all over his dick—soaking the bed and his thighs in the process. 

He continues to fuck you through it—leaning down to kiss you with his tongue licking inside your mouth like he needs to taste every inch of you—

And all you do is lay there and take it, silent tears running down your cheeks as he pumps his fat cock into your squirting pussy—all abused and puffy and drenched—until his dick finally throbs, letting out thick spurts of cum inside you. 

Filling you up like he said he would. 

“You’re such a good girl, taking me all so well like a good little slut, baby,” Kuroo mumbles against your quivering mouth, licking your lips and then your cheek to catch a few tears. “I’ll make sure you keep all of it, okay?” 

You’re so fucking out of it. 

You don’t care about the mess or how dirty you are. 

Your eyelids are ready to drop and you’re so close to passing out that you move with little resistance as Kuroo carefully turns you on your side to lay on the bed—and he goes to lie down, cock still inside you, pulling your back flush against his chest, your fluids and sweat mixing seamlessly. 

He kisses your neck and holds you tight, both of you breathing heavily as your bodies move in tandem, making you keep his dick warm for the time being to make sure his cum stays inside. 

And then—

“You okay?” 

Even though sex with Kuroo is always mind-blowing. 

Without a doubt one of the best things to experience in life—

The way he treats you after? 

The tender kisses, light touches, words full of praises and affection right after? 

That’s what you love just as much. 

He knows how to make you feel loved—secure—after sex. 

You hum, sleepy and sluggish, and snuggle up to him, your pussy still twitching every now and then as you two lay there, cuddled and basking in the other’s warmth. “I’m okay.” 

He’s the sweetest man you’ve ever been with, treating you better than you’ve ever known by other people—even if he fucks you like you’re a whore sometimes. 

And you honestly wouldn’t ask for it any other way. 

End.

Masterpost

[syoounn]

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▪︎Saying "I like you" to bsd characters as they're your husbands.

▪︎Fluff!

▪︎Characters: Chuuya, Fyodor, Sigma

Part 2

Chuuya

Your husband just got home from work as trudges his way into your shared bedroom as you immediately hugged him.

He smile softly at your small gesture, wrapping his arms back to you and snuggling back and spoke.

"I'm sorry I was late, Doll. I got stuck at my work"

He leans up slightly as he kisses your forehead. He’s always done things like this. The gesture is sweet, but it always feels so right. You’re his, and so he makes this fact known as often he can. You smiled and giggling...

"I waaanna say something chuu~"

He looks up at you in curiously as his hand brushing through your hair

"What is it?"

You leaned in to whisper to his ear

"I like you~" you said as you giggled.

His smile grows as you whisper that to him. While he’d usually be annoyed by such sappy statements, he can’t help the flush that forms on his cheeks.

“You like me..?”

He turns slightly to catch your gaze, the corners of his mouth curling into a small smirk.

“Hm, I like you too.”

He said with the charming smile on his face. You can't help but fall in love with him again. Chuuya chuckles softly, his brows furrowing in what appeared to be a thoughtful expression.

“I suppose that’s a silly thing for us to even say to each other. I mean, we are married for god’s sake- It would be pretty shitty of me," Chuuya chuckles softly, his brows furrowing in what appeared to be a thoughtful expression.

"I still wanna say it", You said.

Chuuya snorts, then chuckles. His smirk becomes a smile as he looks at you adorably. “Then say it again. Go ahead.”

"I like you so much...!" you said proudly as you looked at him. Chuuya smiles brightly at this, not bothering to hide his blush anymore. Chuuya tilts his head to the side curiously, but he doesn’t pry any further. He knew that you would tell him the ‘why’ when you felt like it.

Instead, he wraps his arms around you tightly.

“And I like you.” As he said that, you both ended up cuddling and laying on bed and peacefully sleeping tonight.

Fyodor

You waited for your husband to come back home, as you heard the door and opened and immediately get up to see who it is..

"Greetings Myshka, Im back.."

You immediately rushed to go hugged fyodor as he returns your embrace, one of his hands resting on your back as his cheek presses against your hair.

" It's good to be back with you, May I ask favor?"

You smiled as you eager to tell him something silly and he knows... you're excited to tell him.

"I wanna say something first!"

You said excitedly, "Oh?" Fyodor hums, letting go of you and leaning against the nearest wall. "Go on, dear. Speak your mind."

"I like you..!" You said while smiling warmly.

Fyodor smiles, amused, as he looks down at you. "I am aware of that, dear. Why do you want to bring it up right now?"

"Nothing... just wanna say it to you..."

"Very well, I appreciate your directness, dear."

Fyodor chuckles. But then, something crosses his mind, and his grin drops. "However, I must ask you a different question. May I?"

You tilted your head on confusion, "Hm?"

"Please be a good girl and head into the bedroom for me, would you?"

You were more confused to a sudden request, "But it's too early.." You said as you were drinking some water.

"I believe it's about time we made our marriage... physical." He said gently as he looks rather serious...

"You will be an excellent mother, I am sure of it" He smiled gently.

You were shocked and choked on the water.. it was just all of a sudden as you were coughing.

"Ah.. Myshka, You should drink slowly... Now.. get prepared as I'll do my husband duty to satisfy you..."

Sigma

Your husband Sigma loved the most is his Sky Casino and especially you... the one who is currently cuddling him.

"My love, could i please get back to work?"

He asked holding you with a soft smile, while looking at you with the shy loving gray eyes of his.

"No... just five more minutes.." You said as you protest to let him go.

He chuckled softly to himself as he heard you protest, though he still kept his soft smile on his lips.

“You know our employees need my guidance right?” He asked while playing with your fingers.

“But don’t worry, I won’t be gone for long anyways…" He said softly while rubbing his thumb on your fingers. “Just let me go back to work and manage and in no time I’ll be back and I’ll make sure to kiss you all over!”

You finally let go as you spoke. "Fine but i wanna say something first!"

He then looked at you with curiosity waiting for something you have to say.

You leaned closer to his ear and whispered,

"I like you so much.."

Sigma’s cheeks immediately went hot right after hearing you confess to him that you liked him a lot. He couldn’t help but feel his heart beat a bit faster than usual. He smiled a shy smile as he processed everything you said.

“I…” He hesitated for a moment, trying to think of the right words to say but nothing really came up to mind. Instead of giving you a proper reply, he hugged you tighter against him as he rested his chin on top of your head.

You exactly knew how to make him flustered.. as you get up and giggling and leaving him flustered.

[nottswitch]

Heyyy! Would really appreciate 49 and 71 with Theo, I believe you’ll rock this one

(Make it smutty, sweet thing🫦)

hey babe, thanks for believing in me lmao and like r we flirting cuz… hi ��🫦

prompt list

49. "where’re you from?"

71. "your mascara’s ruined."

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18+ smut

being a new student at hogwarts during your last year was definitely going to be a challenge, you thought this morning as you walked to your first class. however, you quickly found out that maybe, just maybe, your assimilation into the new school would be way easier than you thought – a handsome slytherin curly-head named theo nott was very willing to help you adjust, both to the new atmosphere and the size of his cock inside your pussy as he slowly pounded you into his mattress in the evening of that same day.

"you’re so fucking beautiful, amore," he whispered into your ear as his cool fingers skimmed up and down your waist. the contrast between his cool touch and your heated skin heightened your senses, and each of his thrusts started echoing straight in your fuzzy head, tingles running all over your sensitive body.

"where’re your from, hm?" theo asked, his voice sultry and soft at the same time, much like his warm breath at your ear, adding to the mixture of temperatures on and around you.

in response, you could only let out a moan and the barely coherent name of your country of origin. theo hummed in approval of your pleasure-induced answer, following it up with a harder and deeper thrust that reached your cervix and made you nearly scream, a mixture of slight pain and pleasure going through your spine straight into your (malfunctioning) brain.

"so that’s where they make pretty girls like you, huh," theo murmured with a low chuckle as one of his hands traveled up your waist to cup your breast, your perked up nipple sliding between his index and middle finger. you whimpered at the sensation shooting pleasant sparks into your stomach, and theo got the cue, his lips latching onto your other nipple as he continued his slow, albeit now much deeper pace.

your hand found its way into his hair, tangling in his curls and tugging him a bit closer to your body, even though you were already connected in all possible ways. he moaned against your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple with more intensity, which made your peak approach a bit faster. a moaned-out curse in your native language made theo go faster inside of you, his cock twitching from anticipation of his own climax.

"sei il mio sogno, cazzo," he murmured, letting go of your nipple only to connect your lips in a slow yet passionate kiss, the heat of the moment making him switch to his native language as well. his lips felt heavenly against yours, your tongues circling each other in a sloppy dance of desire.

your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip as you let out a louder moan, born deep in your chest and making its way to the surface. it didn’t take long for theo to follow, spilling his load into you as he rode out your shared high.

"your mascara’s ruined," he whispered with a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his tender gaze studying your pretty, blissed out face. his thumb softly traced the outline of your cheekbones, wiping away some of the residue of your ruined makeup. you smiled back at him, thinking that getting used to the new school’s environment wasn’t that bad, after all.

[walkingzombiegirl]

Ahhh! So happy to see this blog finally unveiled! Would love to be the first request. Chloe, Rachel, and their very shy girlfriend. Basically two doms and their sub. Some petplay aspects if you're comfortable.

━ 𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙋𝙄𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙀

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 - chloe price x reader x rachel amber ( poly )

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 - rachel loves your attention, unfortunately so does chloe, you just love basking in it. even when rachel as to keep her mouth in check.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - smut, cursing, tongue f*cking, v fingering, cl*t play, oral sex ( r! receiving ), dom!rachel, dom!chloe, sub!reader

𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘀 - they're both attention whore methinks, also I'm so lazy I refuse to proofread this rn

It was hard to breathe, the choking smell of marijuana mixed with cigarette smoke rushed you. Filling every sense as her mint tasting breath fanned your lips, smokey eyes staring into your own with a rock tune playing in the back that you didn't know the words too.

She was like a siren, speaking but you only heard a melody, her nail tracing your jawline. Her lipstick was smeared and now was stretched across your glistening lips reminding you three of her claim.

"Take off your shirt."

Rachel blinked, waiting.

"But-" "C'mon..." She dragged the word out the moment after interrupting you, focusing instead on the way Chloe's pale palm cupped your stomach and played with the hem of the piece of clothing. "I want to see how pretty you look under there." The whisper was as sweet as honey, beckoning you towards the edge of the sea, teetering you towards the rocks and waves.

"Show me and Chloe how pretty your tits are." She giggled despite the vulgarity and her hand moved to brush the tips of her fingers over your neck. Tracing the marks, deep and pulsing and pressed with teeth marks. You felt your face get hot.

"I..." "I can't hear you, kitty cat." She sang, her nail running along your cheekbone. From behind you, Chloe let out a breath of amusement, her hand disappearing and a puff of smoke moving past your head with a whimsical motion, freely dancing through the room and you wondered how it felt to be so bottomless.

"Take off your shirt." Rachel spoke in a haze, still singing her death song in your ear, beckoning you forward towards land that didn't exist, only a hallucination to the eyes. "Okay.." You agreed.

You refused to look at her face, instead dropping your own sight to your breasts as you pushed your shirt away and onto the ground. Rachel's hand ghosting over one before being pulled away with a sigh.

"Don't do that." Her hand gripped your face, squishing your cheeks as her red nails kissed your skin. "Don't look away, you look so pretty like this... I wanna see all of you. Like last time..."

"You're not the only one." Chloe spoke, her sarcastic voice clang against every word that Rachel had said both soft and sharp, her emerald eyes briefly flickered to the girl passed your head with an expression unknown deep inside them. "I'd be quiet if I were you," she paused, facing you again with a grin, "or you won't get a taste."

The pressure lessened against your face but her grip never faltered, her gaze though, it moved amongst the room like a predator searching for something. Careful and calculated.

"That's not fair, Rach." Another huff of smoke, this time curling around your cheeks and ears from behind, tickling your noise and burning only the uppermost layer of your eyes.

"What's not fair is that this girl still has her bottoms on." Her head snapped to yours in a motion that made you flinch like a startled animal. An antelope caught in a trap, circled by two lions bearing their teeth.

"Hm... I think you're right." Chloe huffed in a breath, the sound of the ashtray clinking followed after. "Lay back, kitty, you're worried for nothing at all." But that was a lie, because the honey had seemingly been gobbled up, a cruel tease sounding in her voice where the hum of comfort had dropped. However, you didn't need to be told twice.

Chloe guided you backwards, hands grabbing away like a woman holding gold for the first time. Greedy and willing to cherish it all.

"Fuck yeah..." The blue haired girl muttered. You tilted your head up to look at her, feeling her fingers tease at your nipples while Rachel tugged at your shorts. "I like this version of you better than the shy one." She then stated, pinching one of the buds getting a whimper in response, your body shuddered.

"Chloe..." You said in a quiet voice, looking at her hand which danced around your chest. "Speak up." She moved down, nipping at your ear which caused a giggle to leave your throat.

Rachel watched, listening to the whispers of sweetness that Chloe gave through her own light breaths of laughter. All the while her hands moved, ghosting over your throbbing cunt and she nearly laughed and how quickly you snapped to look. Now it was Chloe's turn to watch.

"Eyes on me, kitty cat." Chloe muttered something under her breath that you couldn't hear. The world seemingly tunneled instead towards the way Rachel stuck out her tongue and took a large stride up your slit, even the sound you made was deaf to your ears.

"Tease." You did hear, Rachel's eyes boring into Chloe's as she began to tongue fuck your aching entrance, lips wrapped around you. You could barely pay attention to their struggle for dominance and instead dug your head against Chloe's torso, crying out for more.

Anything, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask. Luckily, you didn't need to.

Chloe's thin fingers circled your clit, her other hand still grabbing and achingly playing with your tit. You could hear Rachel making sound, vibrating everything between your legs but all that would come out was a few 'yeses' sputtered and liquid moans which gushed praise over both of their heads.

"How's that feel baby?" Her voice teased, watching you closely as Chloe kept you rocking towards the edge. "Does that feel good?" "Mhm-" "Don't be a dick, Rach, let her cum. She's been good the whole time."

The glare that Rachel then gave in return could've killed an entire sea of pirates, her grin that followed even sharper.

"You're so getting fucked later." "Bite me." Your whimpering brought them both back to reality, Rachel's eyes softening yet still as firey as ever.

"Aww I'm sorry, did we forget about you?" It was difficult to keep your eyes settled on her, but your face still felt her grasp though, now ghosted. "Let me fix that, since Chloe can't shut the fuck up." Chloe rolled her eyes at this, leaning down to kiss your neck and cheek instead.

Her mouth quickly returned to its previous intention. Fingers gliding into your hole effortlessly, her mouth covering all of the area Chloe couldn't with her still moving fingers. Her eyes never leaving yours no matter how much Chloe kissed and nipped at your skin.

The coil had wound tightly before you even realized, a barrel of girly noises and hums of pleasure escaping you before you could stop them. So close to the edge, and as far from teased as you could get, your hips began to push against her face out of pure need.

You needed more of her, so much more of her that you quickly got from the sudden psychotic glint in her eye. She moved faster, a wet sound filling up the room to the brim while she finger fucked you, her other hand keeping one of your legs back from closing.

"Guy- Guys-" Your head tossed back as you came against her mouth, feeling Chloe's kisses still and her hand lazily flicking your clit. A euphoric wave rushing from your thighs to the tippy top of your entire body.

You jerked towards her again, cheek pressed against Chloe's face as you instinctively turned towards her. It made her grin, looking at your flustered and open mouthed face.

"You're really hot." She whispered to you and seemingly no one at the same time, the tic of your orgasm still making you flinch. Your breath coming in short and deep waves, breaking away before returning.

You looked away, cheeks burning with sudden embarrassment.

"Isn't she?" Rachel's cockier tone cut in, lifting herself so her chest pressed with yours, mouth latching onto your own. It allowed you to taste how sweet your cunt was, her lips still wet with arousal and saliva as she smiled widely. "Again?"

"Fucking hell, can't I get a turn?" "Chloe I'm gonna kill you."

i think i accidentally favored rachel in this because funny enough i used to hate her but i have grown

[unriding]

FLUFFTOBER DAY 21 — HORROR MOVIES! ft. yamato endo x f!reader ﾉ sfw + fluff ﾉ no other warnings ﾉ october masterlist

you’ve had some bad ideas, but this one has to be your worst. halloween night, sitting side by side with the man who has it in his dna to tease you, rank #1 for scariest movies in existence playing on the big TV, and your friends. the friends you’ve somehow managed to convince (through a dragged out lie) that there’s absolutely nothing in the world that can scare you.

A/N ﾉ my submission for @pixelcafe-network’s spooktober collab! + the link to the masterlist that contains everyone else’s pieces ^ ^ <3

You think you’d much rather be anywhere else in the world than here. In fact, watching a puddle of paint dry in your yard sounds pretty delightful- because at least this way, the paint would be the one feeling a watchful presence instead of you.

“Endo,” you warn through a clenched jaw, watching him tense beside you through your peripheral vision. “Stop looking at me.”

You just barely catch his lips tugging into an amused grin before his eyes land on the screen again. He’s still watching you, probably. Out of the corner of his eye- as annoying as it is- because as soon as another ear-piercing scream rips from one of the girls in the movie, you wince and hug your knees closer against your chest, and he’s grinning again.

Clearly getting a good kick out of your reactions- much to your dismay. You swear to yourself that if you weren’t in such an unfortunate situation, you’d give him a pinch to the cheek and an earful to go along with it.

But desperate situations call for desperate measures, so you’re left to hide your face deeper in your knees in a half-assed attempt to play off your terror as sleepiness. Maybe if you didn’t come up with the idea of telling them you were fearless, you could be spending your Halloween curled up on your bed reading a book instead.

Which definitely beats sitting next to Endo, you think. It’s not that you hate him or anything. In fact, a part of you is thankful that the couches are so small- forcing the two of you to press up against each other to make space for the others. It’s just that he knows too much.

In its own way, the warmth of his body provides you with some sort of comfort (though you’d never admit this to him). On the downside, however, there’s not a chance in the world that the nervous tremble of your body is going unnoticed by him. You wonder if that’s why he keeps pushing himself into you every few minutes- like a stray cat persistently nuzzling up against someone they want to go home with.

The other very unfortunate thing about your situation is that you desperately need to use the restroom, but one nervous glance at the hallway immediately kills any slim chance you might’ve had at going on your own.

It’s dark. Pitch black. There’s not one light turned on in the entire house aside from the movie playing out in front of the group, but two hard blinks and a squint for extra measure confirm that there isn’t anything standing in the hallway- for now at least.

“No one’ll judge you if you’re a scaredy pants, y’know.”

You almost jump at the sound of his voice. “I’m not scared,” you respond a bit too fast to come off as unbothered, “and stop looking at me.”

“Hm… if you say so.” His eyes are still on the screen, but he’s smiling once again. “I can always guard you while you pee.”

“No way.”

“Aw..” he feigns disappointment, but perks up when you turn to properly look at him now. “C’mon... why not? It’ll be like a princess and her loyal guard.”

The suggestion makes your face heat up a bit. If your entire friend group hasn’t been actively trying to set you two up for the past few weeks, you’d probably be more likely to accept his help.

“You know it’ll look weird if you come with me to the bathroom,” your voice drops to a whisper because you’re certain you’d never hear the end of this if they saw you two heading there together. “Because if a guy….”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

You give him a look, and he gives you a sheepish laugh in return. “Fine, fine. Don’t look at me like that. I won’t.” He starts to slip off his jacket. “But… don’t blame me if you get eaten alive on your way there.”

An irritated huff slips out of you, but the thought of him protecting you from afar doesn’t seem all that bad. Maybe he might make it to your side in time if a ghost was actually out to get you.

“I said I wasn’t scared of silly things like that.”

He almost laughs at this- you can tell from the way his lips curl up into another smile, and you almost tell him that you think he’s having just a bit too much fun from all this, but he stops you as soon as you open your mouth. “That’s right. I almost forgot again.”

“Then at least take this, princess,” he drapes his jacket around you, hand briefly brushing against your shoulder and your eyes widen. “H-huh? What’re you—”

“Think of it as ghost repellent. To ward off bad things. And….” he leans a little closer now, until his lips brush against the shell of your ear so he can whisper, “don’t worry. I won’t tell them you’re a scaredy cat even if you run back.”

dividers by @adornedwithlight

[robinsno1lesbian]

Hey i was wondering if you could do a dom! robin fic with like an inexperienced reader? and its really like sweet and its just robin praising r or something like that? thank you lovely!

warnings: SMUT!! (mdni), first time, inexperienced reader, vaginal fingering & oral sex (r receiving), established relationship, praise kink, pet names (baby, pretty girl, love). (0.8k)

a/n: thank you so much for your request anon! another person in my inbox requested “anything with a sub reader” so this might work for you too? <3

when you first told her you were a virgin and completely inexperienced when it came to that department, she’d been endlessly patient with you.

robin had assure you that, however long it would take you to feel ready, was okay. that there was absolutely no pressure on her end.

no matter how appreciative you’d been of her patience and assurance, you did feel ready. you had been the minute she’d first kissed you, her chapped lips moving against yours slowly. of course, you’d been nervous as well, but ready.

it had been perfect from the very beginning and you were excited and ready to share this with robin as well.

now she’s between your legs and you’re pretty sure there’s nothing better in this world than sex with robin buckley.

her rings have been taken off, put into a tray on her bedside table, and her bare, calloused fingertips are rubbing against your g-spot in a way that has you seeing starts.

ever since she first undressed you, robin hasn’t stopped talking to you. she’s praised you and your body when she ran her all fingers over your newly exposed skin, has encouraged you to moan when you tried to stifle them, has told you exactly what she’d do before she started touching you.

and now you’re here.

“holy shit y/n” robin says, her voice husky and low. “look at you. you’re so pretty. you’re so fucking pretty, my god”

she’s on her belly, laying between your legs and watching as she pumps her digits in and out of you.

“hm, look at you” she brings her free hand up to gently spread open your labia and take in the sight of your cunt as she’s fucking you open.

“look at you, love” robin says again, mesmerized. she can hardly pull her gaze away from your center. “all nice and wet for me, yeah?”

all you can really do is nod, her fingers drawing wet noises from between your thighs.

“shh it’s okay” robin assures. she’s biting her lip absentmindedly, watching herself disappear in your heat. “you don’t have to say anything at all baby. i got you”

you spread your legs a little wider for her, your body sucking her in deeper, hungry for the delicious stretch of her fingers. you gasp at one particular good thrust against your walls, her fingers curling against a spot that causes your eyes to roll back in your head.

“that’s good?” robin rasps.

“mhm” you whine, your head falling back against the pillows.

“i know pretty girl. that’s it. that’s such a good girl”

her praise goes straight to your cunt, sending another wave of pleasure that makes you flutter around her. robin’s free hand is still holding you open, but yours finds hers to link them together. you need to feel her, need to know that she’s there holding you.

“you take my fingers so well” she praises, accompanied by a gentle squeeze on every word. “so so well you hear me?”

you nod once again, her words sending you spiraling and gushing more slick over her fingertips.

“gonna put my mouth on you now, okay?”

“yeah” you murmur, eyes turning to the small glow in the dark stars robin has plastered across her ceiling, bracing yourself for the sensation of her lips and tongue on your pussy.

yet nothing could’ve prepared you for the actual feeling when she takes your clit into her mouth and sucks.

your hands curl up in her hair, perhaps a little too tightly, but robin hums happily.

her words morph into muffled babbles against you, but it hardly matters. she’s sucking on your sensitive bud, her eyes rolling back in her head at the taste of you.

“robin” you gasp, your back arching off of the soft cotton sheets. your stomach is tightening up, as if there’s a strange, unreleased tension building. one that’s just waiting to snap. “robin i-“

“are you close baby?” she asks, her fingers thrusting into you at a faster pace. it seems harder for her to pull out entirely, as though your walls are tightening around her, pulling her into you.

“i- i think so?” you manage.

“it’s okay” robin leans back enough to catch your eyes, her fingers making up for the momentary loss of her mouth on you. “it’s okay, y/n. just let go”

and with that, her mouth is back on you, sucking your clit past her lips harshly. it’s so much. it’s not nearly enough. it’s perfect, sends you over the edge in mere seconds.

with a cry of her name, you arch off of the mattress and cum against the feeling of her mouth and hand. you can still hear her voice, though it feels distant with the pleasure rushing through your veins.

“that’s it” robin praises, holding your hand through your orgasm. “oh my god that’s it y/n. fuck you’re so pretty. so gorgeous like this”

she talks you through the entire height, her voice cracking as she watches you fall apart and come undone.

[freak-accident419]

Strange Honey

Billy (Burn 2019) x GN!Reader

Summary: One night at a bar, you meet a very mysterious man with a burn on the side of his face. As the tense and strained person you see him as, you decide to offer him some ease, giving the wannabe cowboy one hell of a ride.

Word Count: 2.4k

Content: 18+ Smut, MDNI, gender neutral reader, Billy the wannabe cowboy, penetration (unspecified genitals for reader), oral (male and reader receiving), swearing, reader being referred to as ‘pretty’ and ‘slut’, unprotected sex, drinking

(A/n: PLEASE PLEASE listen to this song, it’s not only by small, indie band but it’s also just so fitting!!: 60s western cowboy vibe and horniness, it’s an amazing fit—just trust me!! Also I want it to be implied that the Melinda SA scene never happened prior in this fic, otherwise Billy would have some sort of PTSD that would probably not make him ready for anything sexual for a long time :( nevertheless, i hope you enjoy!!)

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The moment he walked in through those doors, he instantly became a mystery. Someone you have easily became infatuated with by just the mere sight of him.

Sure, his getup was quite tasteless—the denim on denim and subtle cowboy boots that screamed ‘wannabe cowboy’—but that wasn’t what really captivated you, despite the additional charm of his pretty eyes and lips; it was the red, tender burn occupying an area of skin on the right side of his face.

He lets out a gruff sigh of exhaustion as he sat one stool away from you at the bar, incoherently grumbling his order to the bartender. You observe him for a while, before getting his attention by whistling softly at him. When he turned to look at you, it allowed you to see him from a closer distance from before, and your eyes slightly widened at the clearer sight of his burn.

“Holy shit, man. You look like hell,” you scoff, raising your glass of liquor to your lips, taking a short, yet calculated sip. “The fuck happened to you?”

He looked at you with a displeased scowl, probably offended by your reaction. “I don’t wanna fucking talk about it,” he replied bitterly in a low mutter.

Only amused, you chuckle playfully. “Rough night?”

He nods quietly in agreement as the bartender gave him his drink. Bourbon, you assumed. “Alright,” you begin. “So what’s a handsome thing like you doing in a shithole like this?”

You finally saw a smile—or perhaps a smirk—creep onto the corner of his lips. You could tell he was quite flattered by the ‘handsome’ comment. And that smile only reinforced it, proving your point even more—he was incredibly attractive. “To drink,” he answered, finally looking up at you. He was exceptional at keeping eye contact. The way his brown eyes bore into yours enhanced your intrigue for him.

“To forget?” You assume, raising an eyebrow. He nodded a yes, offering an amused and knowing grin. He liked you. “Well… Bourbon’s not gonna do shit for you in this case.”

You call over the bartender. “Another firewater, please, for the gentleman,” you tell, then looking back at the man with an alluring smirk. “On me,” you wink. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Billy.” He let out a pleased chuckle, already fascinated by you. “Sorry, ‘firewater’?” He asked with a curious, blank face.

“It’s just liquor.” You scoff playfully, “And you call yourself a cowboy?”

“I never—”

“C’mon,” you snicker teasingly. “The jacket? The shirt? The jeans? And the fuckin’—fuckin’ cowboy boots?” You scoff as you look at him up and down. Checking him out, almost. “The belt buckle, however, is very impressive.”

The charming, brown-haired man grinned with a self-satisfied huff under his breath. He looked to the bartender as he abruptly gives him the drink you ordered him, then looked back at you, the slight curl of his lips still intact. “So what’s your whole deal then, hm? What’s a pretty little thing like you doing in this very shithole?” He asks, referencing back to your cheeky question.

“I’m, uh… I’m also here to forget,” you pursed your lips then smirked as you answer him. The man shrugs in response and grabs his drink.

“Well, then. To the shitty events that led us to this shitty bar,” he raised his glass and then you raised yours.

“Cheers,” you mutter amusedly, and the two of you take a swig of your drinks.

Billy nearly choked on it as he scowled immediately, looking down at his glass with humorous contempt. “What the fuck is this shit?”

You felt your throat burn acidly, yet also gratifyingly as you gulp down your liquor, giggling at the sight of him. “Firewater,” you replied as you heard him mutter swears of complaints to himself.

“Yeah, no shit,” he retorted scornfully, “It’s strong as fuck.”

You raise an eyebrow, preparing to tease him. “You sure you’re a real cowboy?” You scoff with an endearing grin.

“Seriously? You’re still on about that?” He says in disbelief, yet he enjoyed the conversation nonetheless. “What, do I need a red bandana and a cowboy hat—”

“You definitely need a cowboy hat,” you chuckle. “That’s exactly what you’re missing.”

“So I need the whole getup?” He raises an eyebrow. You nod. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He was so attracted to your smile.

“Okay, so like… even a lasso?”

You laugh. “Of course. You can’t just be all hat and no cattle.”

He snickered under his breath. “I’m guessing I’m gonna need a horse as well?”

You pursed your lips, laughing once more. And he was addicted to it. “Hmm, a horse? Yeah, not so much,” you reply dismissively.

“Oh yeah? Isn’t that, like, standard cowboy criteria?” He huffs, staring into your eyes curiously, which reminded you again of his immaculate eye contact. “Why not?”

You take a confident swig of your firewater, feeling the burning sensation in your throat linger, licking your lips and returning his gaze…

“I know something else you can ride.”

* * *

He pushes you against the wall, hands under your shirt moving up and down your sides frantically as his his lips move roughly with yours. The confined atmosphere of the motel room was extremely hot, and you weren’t sure if it was from all the friction that you and Billy produced or the shitty, cheap air-conditioning. After all, you two were in a rush, drunk from arousal, and desperate for each other’s bodies. And because a dirty bathroom in a shitty bar deemed to be too unsanitary for your taste, you found the nearest motel.

“Hell,” you mutter into Billy’s lips hotly. You felt him grip onto your hips and start to grind on you, using the wall as a leverage as he rolled his hips onto yours. He muttered a curse as the friction of his jeans against yours had satisfyingly aggravated you both. The two of you whined from the grinding until you pushed him off of yourself, shoving him hard against the wall and going down onto your knees.

You begin to unbuckle the belt that you earlier regarded as impressive, due to its authentically cowboy-like quality, then unbuttoned and unzipped his tight, light-wash jeans, dragging it down to his ankles as well as his boxers. His cock sprang out immediately after you pulled down the cloth, and you held in a moan, admiring the sight.

“Fuck, Billy,” you breathe in awe, helping him step out of the clothes that were previously sitting at his ankles. You look up at him once—again, he was graceful at eye contact, and you could easily read his desperation.

You began to smear his precum around his slit, bringing out a small whimper from him. You start to hear him panting once your hand is around his dick, pumping at a slow pace. Then, his eyes rolled up to the back of his head in pleasure, letting out a sigh of arousal as the tempo of your hand increased.

You kept your hand at the base of his cock as you started to leave kitten licks on his sensitive pink tip, Billy eliciting sensual hums until your mouth eagerly welcomes in his head. He lets out a soft groan as your lips are around him, sucking the head as your hand moves up and down to stroke his shaft, your other hand resting on his thigh for support.

He bites back a moan as he choked out your name, and you feel his hands on your head once you move your mouth further down as far as you could. Now, you let both of your hands grip onto his porcelain hips for better control, your head bobbing up and down his girthy cock.

“M-mm, fuck, Y/n, you’re s-so fucking good for me, fuck,” he rasped, gripping onto your hair, letting his fingers tangle in the messy strands. Your cheeks flush as you increase your suction around him, finally hearing him moan, his vocals echoing in the empty motel room. “That’s it… yeah… fuck…” His volume increases once you fondle his balls, caressing him with your palm.

You feel yourself lose control of the entire situation as his hold on your hair tightened, him beginning to thrust his cock into your mouth, practically fucking your throat. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as you look up at him, nearly gagging on his dick.

“G-god,” he mumbled, using both hands on your head to practically use you as if your mouth was his own personal fleshlight. His moans began to increase in volume as you heard pathetic whines of desperation—but you couldn’t say anything, of course; you were the one spurring muffled moans, choking around his cock.

“Shit… Shit—I’m—fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he breathed heavily, increasing his pace until he came, spilling his white, bitter fluid in your mouth, choking on his seed as you struggled to swallow it all—but you did.

Without giving either of you time to catch your breaths, Billy manhandled you, grabbing onto you and throwing you down on the squeaky, cheap mattress that the motel had to offer. He nearly ripped off your pants and your underwear along with it, moving his head between your legs and holding your thighs onto his shoulders. You felt the cold metal of his golden ring on your skin as his hands squeezed your thighs. You moaned out his name as you felt his tongue work on you, sucking and licking at your flesh.

“Ah—f-fuck—Billy!”

Your hips jolted at the sensation of his mouth pleasuring you, your knuckles turning pale as you grip tightly onto the sheets below you. His tongue moved down to prod at your hole, wetting it before his tongue would enter, making you release a prolonged, high-pitched whine. Almost instantly, he replaces it with a finger, pushing the digit in and out steadily, not hesitating to add another, the pace of the thrusts increasing until he finally pulled them out, watching you whimper from the loss of touch.

He quickly removes your shirt, lifting it off from above, and after taking off his jacket and throwing it to the side, you frantically unbuttoned his shirt, getting him out of the sleeves until the two of you were both completely naked.

He held you down once more on your back aggressively, sitting on his knees with his hands on the mattress between your head, a thin, silver necklace dangling above your face that hung from Billy’s neck. Your cheeks were flushed red and you panted as he lined up his body with yours, and finally eased his cock through your entrance. And once he was perfectly in, that was his signal.

He thrusted his hips quickly into yours, shoving his dick inside of you deeper with every snap of his hips, abusing your hole. His loud grunts easily transitioned into whimpers to full-on moans, hearing a couple of ‘fuck’’s and ‘oh god’’s. But you—you were even worse. You were under him, being fucked into the mattress, crying, screaming, and babbling. You were sure that the other guests of this motel could hear you from the thin walls, alongside the noisy bed creaking.

“Love how you’re taking my cock… Just look at you,” he muttered before letting out a high-pitched whimper and continuing his movements. “Feel so fucking good around me.”

His hands move down to your hips, digging his nails into your skin as he pulled you to his dick, thrusting even faster and deeper than before. Your soft whines were rhythmic, synced with each motion that his hips gave. You enjoyed the delicious sensation of him stretching you and your walls, tightening around him flawlessly. His shiny, silver necklace continued to sway above you, swinging with each rapid, harsh thrust.

You abruptly yank onto that thin chain, pulling him down to meet your lips. He moved his soft, wet lips with yours passionately and fervently, your tongue exploring his mouth, dancing with his. His thrusts never faltered as he kissed down to your jaw then to your neck, even nibbling and sucking in areas to give you hickeys.

You breathe heavily as you felt your body being flipped, Billy using his strong hands to move you onto your stomach, the side of your face being pressed onto the pillow. Then he pushed into your hole once again, one hand on your hip and the other on the top of the wooden bed frame, gripping it tight as he began to move. The bed squeaked again, its sounds mirroring the motion that took place on it. You were afraid he was going to fucking break it.

“O-oh! F-fuck! Don’t—Don’t fucking stop!” You cry desperately in between heavy breaths.

You were nearly drooling on the pillow as you moan loudly, Billy pounding you forcefully from behind, on top of you as if you were a fucking horse—he was a cowboy, alright.

“You like that? Hm? You like having my cock inside of you like this? Fucking slut…”

You began to feel his rhythm falter, his body gradually giving out with stuttered hips and abrupt, deep jerks inside you, panting and moaning heavily, his face flushed and sweaty.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close,” he groans, the erotic sound of skin slapping against skin only increasing as his nails begin to dig deeper into the bed frame, fucking into you as if you were a lifeless sex doll, practically using you. But he had respect for you, of course, feeling pleasured entirely by your body and noises.

“M-me too,” you whine, clenching onto the white bedsheets beneath you, feeling a knot in your stomach slowly begin to unravel.

Billy persisted to slam his hips vigorously against your ass, ramming his thick cock inside of you as the two of you moaned desperately, your vocals arousing each other as well.

“I-I’m—I’m gonna cum,” he mutters.

“Fuck—me too—I-I’m—”

“Fuck!” He whines.

And finally, with one last, strong thrust of his hips, he came deeply and heavily inside you, his warm, white fluids painting your walls, spurting selfishly yet generously deep inside of you. A loud, lewd moan escaped his pretty lips as his eyes shut tight, focusing on all the pleasure and release that he just received.

And not even a second later, you followed, crying out his name and cumming around his length, clutching the blankets and feeling full and filled completely with his semen.

Billy collapsed beside you, and the two of you laid there, panting heavily and catching each other’s breaths, all fucked out.

“Well, yee-haw, motherfucker,” you mumble amusedly to yourself, retrieving your pants to grab a cigarette from its pocket.

[pupyuj]

dom g!p cat liz! 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Liz is an obedient dom, but she loves to make the reader cry a little, even though she knows there will be consequences later🤓☝

-🐶

i feel like didn’t understand this ask quite right since i got confused a little but i hope 🐶 anon still likes it! 😭🥺 anw kitty liz comeback bcs we all missed her apparently 🤭💕

jiwon being your very patient dom(-leaning switch bcs i said so!) who gives you everything you want in bed! she is so whipped it’s unbelievable 🥺 quite literally cannot take her eyes off of you the entire time she’s going down on you bcs she likes the delicious view of your marked-up neck when you throw your head back every time she does something you like with her tongue.. and she’s so cute when she’s in between your legs too! her cute ears twitching and curling bc she loves how you tasted on her tongue, her tail swaying about in the air.. those big, shiny eyes looking up at you attentively… she’s not always very nice and cute tho! very rarely is jiwon annoying, but she can be 😈

a playful kitty who gets to have her way is a happy kitty! she likes pleasing you of course, but she needs to have her own fun too! jiwon tends to play games while you're under her, whether it may be edging you, overstimulating you... she wants to do it all! and it doesn't help that the kitty knows how to use her mouth too well 🤭 doesn't tease you out loud ofc but even from where you sat, you saw the mischief that shined in her eyes and her little smirk as she ate you out and so eagerly denied you of your orgasm even though you've told her that you wanted to cum multiple times! you weren't exactly opposed to jiwon being a bit of a tease but you at least expected some sort of obedience after you've pleaded multiple times... bad kitty! 😤

little scoldings and glares wouldn't stop jiwon just yet however! she exploits your weaknesses and ignores the growing pain in her scalp and arms from your nails and how hard to held onto her,, thinks it’s so cute to dumb you down to this crying and begging mess when you’re usually so level-headed and cool… and she definitely thinks all your punishments are worth the trouble! especially when she can get you to squirt all over her pretty face and make a mess out of her!

a fitting punishment for her would be getting your revenge and sticking a butt plug and have her walk around with it the whole day in a mall date without touching her! leaving her to suffer in silence as you discreetly tease her: grinding subtly as she’s backhugging you and even brushing your hand against her bulge every now and again while talking to a salesperson about a dress you would loveee to buy for your sweet kitty gf 🥺🥺 then you’d take her to the changing rooms and keep the punishment going there… looking at her condescendingly as she pathetically takes your hand and slides it underneath her skirt, her cock throbbing under your touch since she has gotten so needy over the two hours you’ve been teasing her ☹️

taunting her like “oh? where’s the naughty kitty from last night, hm?” but really rather than intimidating her, it just turns her on more! 🤤 yeah jiwonie takes the punishments like a champ bcs she knows she deserved it but that never stops her from starting shit up again even right after being exhausted by you 🤭 energetic & mischievous kitty gf >>>>

[silkval]

♟】 the mahogany series- part Ⅰ

thinkin about how your pretty little genshin boys act under your desk...

★fujoshis, wlm and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★

♢》 whether they were quickly hurried under your desk to hide them from the person who was knocking at your door, oh-so-rudely interrupting the two of you, or the pretty thing crawled under in desperate want of your attention...

venti would let out the cutest little yelp as you nudged him under by the tip of your boot, giving you an exaggerated, teasing pout as he stared up at you with those gorgeous cerulean eyes- we all know it was just a mask, however, many late nights had proved the archon certainly did not mind you being a little rough with him.

nonetheless, he reposed in the familiar spot of under your desk, and stayed put. obedient as ever- not daring to make any noise as you idly conversed with the visitor.

oh, the poor, unsuspecting visitor- clueless of the archon's presence at your very feet, clueless of the aching heat pooling between venti's plush thighs as his eyes filled with avarice, zeroed in at none other than the indelible curve of your dick underneath the lavish satin of your pants.

unsurprisingly, the empty feeling in his belly only doubled- no, tripled as he listened to you and the visitor converse- as did his boredom from your lack of attention focused on him, his pretty pout only increasing as he let out an airy sigh, yet only resulting in a high pitched whimper- oops, what a dumb little thing he was! he should have known it would've come out as more of a needy whine- lucky for him, you covered it up with a quick cough, or else that would've led to a few more gorgeous pink marks left on his plush ass later on.

the archon only stared up at you with a coy smile, a near-besotted look in his azure eyes. oh he had definitely had a few drinks before striding on into your chambers- not to anyone's surprise.

shifting in between your legs to rest his head against your thigh, his gaze fell to your hips as they twitched slightly at the unexpected contact, a glossy grin curling at his reddened lips as he realized he gained your attention, deciding to reach up a lithe, delicate hand to idly traces shapes on the innermost of your thigh, marvelling at the rich fabric of your pants stretched over the toned plains of your thigh... definitely not staring directly at your growing bulge, glancing up at you almost dumbly- stupidly innocent as he silently begged for your attention, despite the brief, sharp glances you sent him in warning.

oh, but he can't help it, he's just your dumb puppy, no?

soon after, your lips pulled into a taut line as you quickly ushered the visitor out with a stern word- done with his lingering touches and playful looks, that familiar urge only growing as you let out a silent sigh, finally diverting your attention back to the smaller male under your desk, raising a brow as he murmured out a cute 'whaat?' at your pointed look, only earning a sly grin as you clicked your tongue in feign disapproval- oh, he knew what he was doing.

staring down at the pretty boy right in between your thighs, near snickering at the line of drool dripping from the corner of his glossy lips, reaching a hand out to cup his jaw, sending him a teasing, mock pout before giving a gentle slap to his cheek, retracting your hand and immediately beginning to tug at your belt-

'be a good boy n' open your mouth, hm?'

[theemporium]

Yay congrats!

My order: a smut-berry daiquiri (21 - if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”)

Hot hot, can’t wait!

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21. "If you want to come, you'll have to beg."

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It was a stupid fight. 

An incredibly stupid, downright dumb fight that escalated far more than it should have. And to be honest, on any other day, it would have been a small fight that you both would have rolled your eyes and laughed at the very same day because it was stupid. 

Today, however, was not one of those days. 

It had been a cumulation of things that led to the tension in the fight: between Nico spending every free moment on the ice or at the rink and you being swamped with projects at work, the two of you hadn’t had time for each other. It was something you were both at fault for, and the work stress did not help the situation. 

And maybe—just fucking maybe—you missed having each other’s attention. But somewhere in the stress and the tension and the pressure, you both seemed to snap over something as stupid as one of you forgetting to unload the dishwasher. 

Which led to you giving Nico the silent treatment on the first day off that the two of you had lined up.

And you regretted it almost the second you started it because half an hour in, you missed him. You missed being able to curl up on his lap. You missed listening to him tell you stories about the boys that you had missed in the last few weeks. You missed standing in the kitchen, both of you moving seamlessly around each other whilst you cooked together. You missed him and his smile and his arms wrapped around you and—

You just really missed your boyfriend. 

But you were stubborn. One of the most stubborn people he had ever met and, despite knowing how you felt considering the fact you were lingering in the living room with him instead of locking yourself away like you usually did when you were mad, you weren’t just going to give in and break the silent treatment. 

Which meant Nico had to get creative with the ways he got you to finally break. 

“I—” You cut yourself off, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you felt his soft kitten licks against your clit. 

“C’mon, baby,” he mused, a hint of something teasing and smug in his voice as he squeezed the fat of your thighs. “Gonna keep hiding those pretty noises from me still?” 

You pressed your lips together, determined to bite back the moans you so desperately wanted to let out as you pushed your face into the arm of the couch you were currently sprawled on. 

“Hm, still being difficult?” He murmured, his warm breath fanning over your soaked cunt and you couldn’t resist the urge to buck your hips a little. “Look at my girl, so fucking wet and ready for me. Bet I could just slide right in, you’d take my cock so well. Like you always do.”

And at that, you couldn’t help but let out a pathetic whine.

“There’s my girl,” he hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh as his hands pressed your hips down into the couch. 

“Nico,” you groaned, squirming under his hold with a small huff of annoyance when you felt him continue to give your thighs the attention your pussy wanted. 

“You finally done with the silent treatment?” He asked, spoken so casually like he was talking about the weather. Like his face wasn’t buried between your legs moments ago.

“Please,” you grumbled, your pride long forgotten as you glanced down, the sight of him grinning up at you with a few strands of hair in his face making your stomach twist with desire.

“Nuh uh, honey,” he shook his head, keeping your legs spread just how he wanted you. “If you want to come, you’ll have to beg. Let me hear that pretty voice.” 

“Nico,” you whined but he lightly nipped your inner thigh in response. 

“You sound pretty when you beg, baby, let me hear it,” he murmured before he leaned down, licking a slow, broad strip along your cunt. He delighted in the way your back arched off the couch in response. “I know my pretty girl can be good for me, yeah? Beg and make those pretty moans and I’ll make you come as many times as you want, schatz.” 

And truthfully, you would have been a fool to turn an offer like that down.

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[mostmouse]

Nothing but a Tease

You’ve been teasing Cove all day, but it’s not like that’s hard. However, he very much is once you get back to the apartment. He decides to try and give you a taste of your own medicine.

Cove Holden x f!Reader, explicit, 5k words

In the beginning, he could almost believe it was a sly accident. The way you backed up onto him first thing in the morning, claiming you were half asleep. While the both of you were getting ready for the day, how you kept sliding against his back and dragging yourself behind him. Or even when he walked back into the bedroom to grab his watch had also been the exact second you had bent over and dropped your panties.

However, as the day wore on, you were wearing his patience thinner and thinner. Reaching over him to grab something at the restaurant table with friends around, your breast resting on his arm softly. When you had reached down to pat his thigh, not unusual on its own, but how you rubbed your fingers across his leg and higher and higher with every stroke.

It was enough to drive him insane. By the time afternoon rolled around, he felt like he could burst. Walking through the summer crowds on the boardwalk, you’d randomly stop - just to say something to him, really! - and he’d full body run into you just for you to grind your ass against him. Looking at his flushed face, all you’d do is smile up at him like nothing had happened, like you weren’t teasing and testing him all day.

He was never someone who got angry, generally. But the way you were acting had him stewing into the evening. Every accidental touch replaying in the back of his head and making his blood run hot for hours and hours. He had decided very easily that he’d just have to give you what you’d been so obviously asking for all day when the both of you got home.

Once you’d made it back to your apartment, he shoved you against the door as it closed, locking it at the same time. Looking down at you, his ocean eyes narrowed and his hand tightened on your bicep. Dragging you closer so you were chest to chest, he leveled you with a calculating look. His voice was strained as he spoke lowly to you, “Bet you think you’ve been real cute today, haven’t you?”

All you did was smile up at him contently, resting a palm against his chest with a soft giggle, tilting your head a bit, “Hm? I’m always cute, everyday. Don’t you think?” All he did was huff before pressing against you, dragging your arm behind him so he could wrap his around you and hold you flush against him. Leaning down, he bit your bottom lip, tugging it before letting it go. As he pulled away, he gave you a long, lascivious drag up and down your body before stalking down the hallway and into your shared room.

Stifling a giggle, you bit your lips to keep from grinning wide. Not even a moment later, you heard him whistle loudly. Even if it was a rather degrading way to call out to you, and so out of character for your sweet, loving Cove, it had your heart skipping a beat in excitement. Tucking your hands behind your back, you laid back against the door, the thrill of being disobedient lighting a fire in you.

You could imagine him perfectly in your mind, standing in front of the bed, glaring at the sheets as you continuously ignored him. You wondered if he was hard yet. Your Cove had infinite patience for nearly everything, you were the sole person who knew his buttons and exactly how to push them - especially to your advantage.

Cove crinkled his nose in the bedroom, knowing this was all part of the game you’d been playing all day. Part of him was thrilled to bits, his heart racing, but a piece of him felt irritated that now that the day was over, you were purposefully dodging him. It wasn’t often you acted so bratty, and even more uncommon for him to feel like he needed to break you. Taking a deep breath, he traced his teeth with his tongue before stepping out of the bedroom.

There you were, pretty as a picture right where he had left you. He curled his lip as he saw you looking pleased with yourself. He whistled once more, snapping his fingers before pointing at the spot in front of him. When he saw you biting your lip, he practically growled, “Don’t make me come get you.”

You couldn’t help the sly grin that overtook your face, “Oh no! Or what? You gonna make me?” Squealing as he huffed and quickly walked towards you, you darted into the living room, trying to loop around him on the couch. Barely managing to escape his hands, you darted down the hallway into the bedroom, tossing the door closed behind you and diving under the bed, covering your mouth to stop your giggles and loud breathing.

It was only a few seconds before the door slowly creaked open, and you saw Cove’s bare feet padding around on the floor. Idly, you noted to yourself to help him repaint his nails. Keeping yourself silent as possible, aided by the ocean wave white noise machine you always had running, you watched as his feet disappeared behind you.

Hearing the closet door open, it was a few seconds until you heard him close it once more. His steps were completely silent, and you cursed your teenage years of him climbing the side of your house into your room and sneaking around. Eyes widening as you heard his knees popping behind you, you scrambled to escape the way you were facing. However, swift as could be, Cove caught your ankles and dragged you out, listening to you shriek playfully.

Pinning you under him, his knees rested on either side of your hips as his hands were to either side of your head. He smirked down at you, “Is my love gonna be a good girl for me tonight?” Licking your lips, you smiled as you giggled and shook your head. He huffed, frowning slightly before shrugging his shoulders. Sitting up, he grabbed you by the strap of your top, gently hauling you up and to your feet, before turning you around, and shoving you face down onto the bed.

A small ‘oof!’ came from the comforter as he pushed your head down lightly. “Seems you forgot what happens to bad girls. I’ll just have to remind you, I guess.” Letting up on your head, he easily stripped your pants off. Running his hand up and down your back, he unsnapped your bra before pulling away, but not before smacking your ass hard.

He went to the bottom drawer of his nightstand, tugging out a few things. You bit your lip excitedly, not looking up and wanting to be surprised. Hearing him move behind you, he tugged your hair gently, “Stand up.” Choosing to obey, you kept your eyes closed, letting him strip your shirt off of you along with your bra. His hands moved down to your hips, tracing them and squeezing lovingly, before shoving you back down onto the bed, ignoring your surprised squeak. Spanking you before snapping the waistband of your panties, he gripped your hips again and pushed you into a face down ass up position.

Slowly, he dragged your panties down, fingers stroking your skin reverently. Once they were around your knees, you kicked your legs a bit, just to wince as he spanked you again. He sighed softly from behind you, hands gripping your cheeks, “Just couldn’t be my good girl for me, could you?” He paused for a second before kissing your lower back softly, “You asked for this.”

Clenching your fists into the comforter, you waited for him to do something. Hearing him rustle around behind you, you felt him tug your panties off of your legs before spreading them. Once he had you how he wanted you, you heard a snap behind you before cold lubricant slid down your ass and thighs. His fingers were quick to gather it and trace your rim, watching as you shuddered and jerked subtly.

Circling you softly, you heard him groan quietly before he pressed a digit into you. Whining lowly, you relaxed your body and let him deeper into you. He hissed behind you, free hand gripping your hip tightly, “Fuck. That’s it, be a good girl for me. Knew you were my obedient little sweetheart.” You couldn’t do anything but sigh as he gently pumped in and out of you, soon adding the tip of his other finger before stretching you out deliciously.

Whimpering, you flexed your fingers before rocking back subtly, hoping he’d pick up the pace. You were far too easy to read, though, and Cove grabbed your hip and stopped you, “Don’t be in such a hurry, baby. You teased me <i>all day</i>, don’t you think it’s fair for me to give you the same treatment?”

You found it hard to regret your actions for the day, but you really wished he wouldn’t use it against you. He was usually a fast lover with incredible endurance, how could he stand to take it slow? Curling your toes, you tried to enjoy how he felt fingering you without being too impatient.

Focusing on the push and pull of his digits, your body relaxed further, enjoying how full you felt. Just as you were sinking into the mattress, you felt him shove a third finger into you before pumping fast and hard. The sudden change in pace had you bowing forward, jerking your hips away from him just for him to pull them back. “C’mon, this is what you wanted, baby. Take it like a good girl or it’s gonna be worse for you.” You cried out at the feeling, hands pawing at the blanket.

Moving his hand from your hip to just above your shoulder, he knelt on the bed and used your body to propel his fingers deeper into you. You shouted loudly, one hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling uselessly. You kicked your legs in a weak escape attempt, gasping and crying out. Just as quickly, he stopped, keeping his fingers deep inside of you.

Panting for air, your body calmed down before falling face first into the blanket again, chest heaving. Swallowing thickly, you turned your head slightly, looking up at him with a flushed expression. However, he looked completely unbothered, eyes on your hips as rolled his wrist and moved gently inside of you.

Whimpering, you opened your mouth to speak, but he caught you from the corner of his eye, quickly resuming the same brutal pace. Unable to help yourself, you screamed aloud, nails biting into his wrist as you helplessly tried to escape him. Choking out moans, you tried to beg for him to stop, but couldn’t form the words as he shook off your hand and spanked you hard. Though thankfully, he slowed down a bit, voice soft as always as he leaned over you, feeling his clothes against your back. Hushing you, he bit the shell of your ear and tugged on it, “M’gonna pull out, okay?”

Panting quickly, you nodded as he held your hip and pulled his digits free. Though it seemed like only half a second until you felt something velvety pressing into you once more. You whimpered as more cold lubricant covered your rim and the toy, moaning loudly as he eased the plug inside of you. Hissing at the thickest part, it soon popped in and he gave it a teasing tug.

Gently pushing your hips to the side, he watched as you flopped onto the bed, looking up at him with a flushed and sweaty face. He grinned innocently, holding up the remote to the vibrating toy currently slipped inside of you. You whimpered as he started to move away from you, “Stay here. I’m gonna get us some water and a couple of snacks. We’re nowhere near done.”

You shivered at his words, his tone light and airheaded as always. Whistling softly as he sauntered out of the room, you stayed quiet and tried to listen to what he was doing. Waiting in anticipation, you heard the kitchen sink run for a moment, the fridge opening and closing, and him humming softly to himself. You could feel your heartbeat in your belly, awaiting the moment the toy came to life.

However, as Cove walked through the door with ice waters and snacks, he laughed sheepishly as he sat everything down. You held your tongue, worried he’d turn it on high if you about it. He walked casually back to stand behind you, flipping you back to your belly, his hands gripping and spreading your cheeks as he kissed your lower back again. You felt a short buzz inside of you and you jumped.

Cove laughed softly, “Forgot to turn it on. Were you hoping I’d use it on you while I was in the kitchen?” He watched as you nodded with a blush and whimper, and he smiled, “I wanted to, I was clicking the button and everything.” Laughing softly, you shook your head as you rolled your eyes playfully.

Watching as he picked the remote back up, he stroked your thighs lovingly, hearts in his eyes as he admired your body. Smiling bashfully, you reached out for his hand, “I love y- ahh!” You wrenched your hand away to grab the sheets, hips jerking roughly. “C-Cove!” He giggled softly as he played with the remote in his hand.

Standing up to his full height, he dragged his eyes down your body slowly, looking more predatory than infatuated this time. Licking his lips, he tossed the remote onto the bed before stripping his shirt and shorts off, leaving himself in his boxer briefs.

Pawing at himself lazily, he watched as your hips jerked, your strained whimpers still audible even as you pressed your face into the bed sheets. Licking his lips, he reached out for you, dragging his palms over your sides and sliding them up and under you to cup your breasts. Sighing as he squeezed them, he knelt between your legs and began to grind against your ass, hearing you gasp as he moved the base of the plug.

Stuttering his name, you pushed back against him, tensing as he squeezed and pulled your nipples. “This is what you wanted, baby. I’m just giving you what you asked for all day.” You swallowed thickly, shakily nodding your head as you jerked in his hold. Leaning down and kissing between your shoulder blades, he smiled wide, “Good girl! You’re gonna keep being my good girl and taking it all, right?”

As you nodded, you felt a harsh sting across your ass as he spanked you, his hand coming right back up to pinch your nipple, “Use your words. I wanna hear you.” You squealed aloud, assuring him you would take everything and nodding your head as well. He practically purred, biting the back of your shoulder, “Perfect.”

Pulling away, he bit his lip as he watched you wiggle your hips, legs spread too far to rub them together. Leaning over to the nightstand again, he grabbed a small wireless wand. Rolling it in his palm for a moment, he nudged your legs further apart, hearing you whine in protest. Turning it on, he bent back slightly so he could drag his fingers through your soaked cunt, hearing you gasp loudly.

Tugging his hand back, you began begging him to touch you, just to cry out loudly as he pressed the vibrating wand against you. You fisted the sheets, screaming against them as he rubbed it up and down your slit, sliding easily from how wet you were. Reaching up, he grabbed you by your hair, pulling your head back a bit so he could hear you.

Turning the wand up higher, he kept it pressed where it had you screaming the loudest, moving it slowly and only letting go of you when you began to pull the sheets towards you, untucking on corners as you climaxed on the toy. Biting his lip, he kept it against you, watching as you tried to crawl away from him, just for him to grab your thigh and keep you where he could still force you to take it.

You slapped the bed, curling into yourself as you felt yourself cum again, shouting into the sheets. Thankfully, Cove was merciful enough to remove the wand, letting you catch your breath even as the plug rumbled away inside of you still. You whimpered loudly, kicking the leg he didn’t have a death grip on. He watched you closely as aftershocks had your thighs twitching as you laid before him.

Watery eyes looked up at him, and he felt his pulse race, high on how docile and obedient you were being for him after the whole day. Fumbling his hand towards the plug’s remote, he stepped back and turned it up a notch, watching as you flipped onto your back, arching as the vibrations shook you.

Tossing the wand aside, he knelt on the floor and dragged you to the edge of the bed, groaning as you immediately tugged at his sea foam waves, whimpering his name over and over. He paid you no mind, however, just focused on your plush thighs and cunt. Licking his lips, he kissed you softly, moaning tightly before shoving his face against you.

He could feel the plug vibrating against his jaw, but he couldn’t care less as he lapped at you, slipping his tongue inside of you and slowly fucking you with it. You keened at the feeling, pulling his hair once more as he enjoyed himself instead of giving you what you wanted. Wincing as you pulled his hair again, he leaned back and bit your thigh. Hearing you cry out, he kept his ocean eyes on your cunt, “Do it again and I’ll tie you up.”

With that threat, he once again shoved himself against you, moaning languidly at the scent and taste of you. Dragging his tongue up, he flicked your clit lightly before going back to ignoring it. Your hands rested to your sides now, not wanting to be tied up and even more at his mercy. Gripping the sheets, you gasped and arched as he ate you out, the sensations from the plug adding to his lascivious tongue.

Spreading your legs wider, you shifted your hips, desperately wanting him to suck your clit. When he continued to ignore you where you wanted him, you threw your arms up over your head, crying out petulantly, “Cove! Baby, please~” You felt him huff against you before pulling away and standing up.

Whimpering, you grabbed at him as he went to the nightstand, “No! No, baby, please~ I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I promise!” He ignored you as he rifled around, before pulling out a large ribbon. As he turned back to you, you frowned and looked up at him with the biggest, wettest eyes that you could. To his credit, you watched as he fumbled slightly before blushing and turning his head.

Laughing quietly, you pouted your lips and tried to look even more pathetic. When he reached for you again, he huffed, looking stubborn, “Take your punishment or you’ll get the eye mask, too.” You deflated, shaking your head, and he smiled, “Good. Pull this off if you can’t breath or it gets uncomfortable, okay? Nothing else.” You nodded excitedly, still trying to look demure and submissive in spite of how your heart was pounding.

He rested it against your lips, tying it behind your head and careful not to catch any hair in the knot. It was loose enough you could tug it down easily, but not enough for you to shake it off. Resting back onto the messy sheets, you watched as he got back on his knees. You tensed in anticipation, before arching up high and crying out behind the ribbon, his lips wrapped around your clit and sucking harshly.

You furrowed your brows, whimpering at the rough treatment, but loving it all the same. Twisting your fingers in the loose sheets, you tossed your head to the side, panting heavily as he maintained the torture on your clit. Your thighs shook from where they were spread wide on either side of his shoulders, fighting the urge to trap him between them.

The vibe wasn’t helping, feeling as if it were vibrating the back of your gspot as Cove continuously pleasured you. Popping off of you, he licked and flicked his tongue against you, moaning wantonly as he did so. Above him, you were panting heavily, eyes squeezed shut as you felt your third orgasm building inside of you, body tensing up.

As he went back to sucking and nibbling on your clit, you cried out as you climaxed on his face, your cum soaking his jaw and down his neck a bit. Thankfully, he let go of your clit gently, letting you suck in air as he licked inside of you, cleaning up all the cum he could. You tugged the ribbon to the side, panting heavily as Cove pulled back.

He watched you for a moment until you caught your breath, then he gripped your thighs and tossed you to the side slightly. Once you were repositioned on the bed with him between your legs, he crawled on top of you, ridding himself of his boxer briefs in the process. You blushed as you saw his rosy cock, throbbing as it hung low by his thighs.

You bit your lip under the ribbon, looking back up at him. He was dragging his gaze over your flushed body, skin feeling hot and sweaty to the touch. Reaching between you, he wiggled the plug by the base, watching as you arched your back. Licking his lips, he grinned before grabbing your thick thighs and spreading them wider apart. He watched as you blushed, turning your face into the sheets.

Moving to grip his shaft, he pressed the tip inside of you a bit before pushing inside quickly - not enough to be jarring, but enough for you to feel the burn around him. Your head fell backwards, moaning loudly, hearing him echo you as well. Without giving you a moment, he pulled back and bucked back inside of you. Arching back, you panted as he began a rapid pace, crashing his hips into yours.

Thighs trembling under his palms, you jerked with every thrust, soft body bouncing with each one. Your hands fumbled reaching up to your face, tugging the ribbon down so you could breathe more clearly, panting and crying out. Raising your legs, you tried to wrap them around his waist, just for him to grab them and push them up against his chest before anchoring his heels and bucking into you harder.

Panting loudly, he furrowed his brow, “Fuck, f-feels so good with that vibe, baby. Don’t know how l-long I can last. Ahh-!” Curling forward, he kept his mouth open, gasping and moaning loudly.

You twisted your head to the side, gripping the sheets tightly and moaning hotly. You could see him sweating above you, hair wild and flying around as he moaned with each thrust. Swallowing thickly, you tried to meet his thrusts, focusing on squeezing tightly each time he tried to pull out. With a cry, he quickly devolved into a moaning mess, mouth open as he panted and moaned, eyes trying to focus on yours before throwing his head back and groaning.

Panting, you licked your lips as you looked up at him, “That’s my- ahh! M-My good boy~ fuck! You feel so good, baby~” You watched as he blushed at the praise, hips slamming harder into you, and you couldn’t help but cry out.

His cock pulsed inside of you, his thrusts losing their rhythm as he bucked and grinded against you, the vibrating plug driving him crazy. With a sharp cry, he finished inside of you, your name falling from his lips as he gasped and drooled, pumping you full of cum and vaguely hearing you moan as he blew his load. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out of you quickly, ignoring your whine as he did so.

Using his fingertips, he gathered the cum that had leaked out of you and thrust his digits inside of you. Easily finding your gspot and pounding you fast and hard. Quickly covering your mouth, you screamed loudly, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut. Cove was relentless, panting above you and pinning you open with one thigh as he fucked you with his fingers.

You couldn’t hear his praises as you writhed on the bed, the overwhelming pleasure washing over you fast and hard. Unable to stop, you covered his digits in cum, but as he unwaveringly pounded your gspot roughly, you screamed as you squirted onto his palm, cum running down his fingers and dripping onto the bed.

Blindly grabbing for the remote, he turned the plug off, his fingers slowly massaging you through the aftershocks. Gently, he whispered “Gonna pull out, okay, baby?” You nodded slowly, dazed.

Once his hand was free, he grabbed some wet wipes out of the nightstand and slowly cleaned you up. He shushed you lovingly as you jerked in his grip, feeling incredibly sensitive. Tossing the toys into the drawer with the inward promise of cleaning them later, he cleaned himself up before tucking the two of you under the ruined blanket.

Propping himself up against the pillows and wall, he sighed heavily. Grabbing a water, he chugged it before offering you some, helping you hold it as you sipped from it at a snail’s pace.

Finishing up, he relaxed before cuddling you close, holding you with a soft smile, “I love you.” You signed before echoing the sentiment, tossing one heavy thigh over his own.

Burrowing his nose into your hair, he scratched your back lightly, “That wasn’t too much?” You could hear the worry in his voice, and you tried to not laugh.

Picking up your heavy head, you looked at him through blurry eyes, “Depends, was today too much?” You watched as he blushed brightly, a shy smile overtaking his face as he bashfully shook his head. “There you go, then.” The two of you giggled softly, nuzzling in close.

He could feel his eyes droop a bit, sleep creeping up on him. Sliding down, he shuffled you in his arms a bit to big spoon you, waving off your pouty attitude as you voiced wanting to be the big spoon.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt you back up and grind against him. With a gasp, his eyes snapped open and he leaned over you, “Seriously?” You smiled, eyes still closed as you wiggled your hips.

Scoffing, he turned to his other side, pouting as you immediately curled around him, your voice soft, “You’re so sweet~ don’t you love being my little baby spoon, Cove?”

Sniffing indignantly, he was about to say no when he felt your hand slip over his hip before gripping the base of his soft cock. Fisting the sheets, he whimpered, “Y-Yes, love being your- baby~” He shivered as you nibbled his neck and shoulder, your fingers brushing over his shaft and circling his tip.

He shuddered, voice thick as he panted softly, “Baby, please~” Bucking as you gripped him again, he squeezed his eyes shut, “You’re insatiable… Fuck, please don’t stop.”

Giggling softly, you licked the shell of his ear, “Wasn’t planning on it, baby~” Biting him gently, you pulled away a bit, “On your back.”

He quickly complied, and you couldn’t help but grin smugly, “My obedient baby boy.” He blushed, nodding. Straddling him the best you could, you both ignored how your thighs trembled. Choosing to give him fleeting kisses across his chest before you ended up collapsing on top of him, you moved down his still sweaty body.

He sighed and moaned and you trailed lower, a hand in your tangled hair following you down. Reaching his half hard cock, you traced your fingers up and down before leaning downwards and kissing his package. Groaning above you, he tossed the blanket more to the side so he could watch you better.

You felt him get harder in your hand as you licked around his base. Taking a deep breath, you looked up at him before taking him into your mouth, stroking him with your tongue.

You could feel him getting harder against your tongue, and you couldn’t help but moan hotly around his shaft. He trembled above you, free hand over his face as he whimpered, feeling incredibly sensitive.

He pet your hair, voice weak and shaking, “W-W-Won’t last l-long, m’sorry, baby.” You hummed softly, taking your time as you took him deeper and deeper, languidly stroking him with your tongue and hands.

Combing his fingers through his very sweaty hair, he made the mistake of watching you suck him off. His body tensing at the sight, whimpering as he bucked his hips. Apologizing as he watched you choke for a split second, he quickly devolved into whispered cries and you sucked tighter, dipping lower.

He was fully hard in your mouth now, and as you felt him pulse on your tongue, you knew he really was almost close to his orgasm. Popping off of him, you licked from base to tip, moaning wantonly before wrapping your lips back around him again.

Jerking his leg, he cried out again, watching your lips as he panted heavily. “Baby~ fuck, g-gonna cum- ahhh!” He curled forward slightly as you sucked him tightly, slowly dragging your mouth to his tip, blowing his load into your throat. He shook gently, moaning loudly as you continued to work him through it.

Tightening his fist in your hair, he stopped you, “Right there, fuck! H-Harder, please!~” You kept your lips around him, dragging the flat of your tongue firmly along his underside. Cum spilled from past your lips, slowly trailing down his cock.

With a final moan, he collapsed against the bed, thighs quaking as you popped off of him. Licking your lips, you grabbed another wet wipe from the nightstand drawer, doing a cursory clean up before tossing it to the floor without a care in the world.

Grabbing the blanket, you quickly slotted yourself tight against his side, head on his chest. You sighed happily, feeling the tiredness from the night finally sink into your bones. Giving Cove a kiss on his chest, you snuggled close as you listened to him pant and whisper how much he loved you.

[devilstruly]

DETANGLED

pairing - sakusa kiyoomi x fem. reader (with any hair type that isn't pin straight)

summarization - you are frustrated when you meet with your best friend and he's tired of you speaking badly about yourself

includes - mutual pining, dogs shipping their owners, rich boy kiyoomi, sexual tension (+ anything i might've missed)

a/n - please accept my sincerest apologies bc this is incredibly self indulgent 😭😭. i wrote this on a bad hair day and i just kept thinking about kiyoomi and his pretty hair. also both he and reader have dogs. kinda short, not my best work. again apologies

A cold wind blows through the streets, sending a part of Sakusa's coat flying behind him. The man inevitably shivers as he buries his nose deeper into the knitted scarf and balls his gloved hands into fists.

Above his head, the sky is a very soft shade of gray, with the clouds so thickly condensed into a barrier for the sunlight. Across the dog playground a loud bark can be heard, the sound feeling all too familiar to the man.

He smiles softly beneath his mask when he sees the energetic doberman, happily approaching his friend. And soon enough, the owner joins Sakusa's side as well.

'Hi!' You greet him with a smile when you take your place on the man's right, with your back leaning against the metal fence.

'About time.' Sakusa's remark earns him an eye roll and he can't help gloating a little on the inside.

'Listen I almost had a mental breakdown over my hair you should be lucky I even got here.'

With a huff you cross your arms over your chest, blowing away a stray hair that disrupted your view. To your surprise however, Sakusa turns to face you, eyes roaming over the strands formed into a very messy updo.

'I told you before, your hair looks fine. You're stressing over nothing. Again.'

'It's not nothing!' You protested. 'I just wish I could make it look prettier. Like get the curls to be defined or something so it's not just a blob.' Your reasoning was followed by another eyeroll, this time accompanied by a small pout.

Sakusa looked in the direction of the two black dogs again and stood quiet for a couple of seconds before he called his pet over. The black shepard rushed over happily, with your doberman trailing behind him.

Once they were seated before the two of you, the man crouched down and secured the leash before turning towards you.

'Let's go.'

'Where?' You questioned while mirroring Sakusa's previous actions and following him through the gate of the playground.

'Just follow me.’ Was the only thing he let be revealed before switching the topic of the conversation. 'How was your day?'

-

Sakusa navigates the busy streets expertly while he keeps up the conversation with you, before his steps come to a halt in front of a store. It's a pet friendly one, of course it is, because even though you're not aware of it, he plans on spending at least forty-five minutes inside.

Brows slightly raised in curiosity, you trail behind him, only to nearly head face first into his broad back when he stops.

'Gah! Warn a woman next time?'

He promptly ignores you and instead reaches out to touch the front strands that fell out of your bun.

'Hm.'

Feeling slightly exposed by his soft touch and the proximity, you do your best at avoiding direct eye contact, which he fortunately doesn't seem notice.

'I think these would work best for your hair type.'

His arm stretches out and places two bottles in the basket he picked up on the way in, before continuing.

'You use the shampoo twice, only on the roots, and the conditioner once, just the ends.'

You can only manage a small nod, feeling kind of clueless with him leading you through the store like this.

'I should've made a list...oh well...these will do.'

He shoves another load of products in the basket and at this point you've given up on trying to be of use, giving him free reign instead.

-

Once the two of you are in line, you instinctively reach for your wallet, assesing the items in the man's hands.

'What do you think you're doing?'

His voice is as smooth and gentle as ever, and his dark eyes fix on yours so intensely that you want to slap yourself for all the inappropriate thoughts that run through your mind.

'You're not seriously thinking of paying for all of this!'

'I brought you here, it's only fair.'

'Kiyo-'

'End of discussion.'

[kaciidubs]

Get Nasty | Bang Chan x Reader

❣ Summary: No thoughts, or plot, just that song Nasty [extended version] by Russ, and sleep deprived, very horny ideas ❣ ❣ Word Count: 974 ❣ ❣ Warnings: porn without plot, slight dacryphilia, slight Dom!Chris, creampie, mention of edging, begging, fluff at the end if you squint ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as good girl, baby, angel, gorgeous, beautiful, pretty, Chan is referred to as Chris ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣

“God, fuck-”

Chris gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you spread open as his hips drove his cock into you again and again.

“Look at you,” he grunted, tongue running across his plump bottom lip, “doing such a good job- taking me so well, baby.”

You moaned at his praise, fingers gripping the pillow your head was currently laid on for dear life; ‘Keep them there.’ he’d instructed, and so you did.

“Good girl, so good for me.” His thrusts slowed to allow a slow, deep rock of his pelvis against yours, looking down at you with a lazy smirk, “Maybe this time I should let you come, hm? Would my baby like that?”

“Please,” You gasped out, fighting against the roll of your eyes when his dick pressed against your g-spot, “please, Channie, let me come.”

You were sweaty, sore, and strung out from how long he kept you on edge and spread just for him - you were so sensitive at this point that a gentle breeze against your clit could send you over the edge and straight into overstimulation.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head in feigned sympathy, “I know you can do better than that, angel, come on.”

Pleasure-fueled tears stung the backs of your eyes as you stared up at him; warm skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, veins pressing against his forearms like a textured map as his biceps flexed, pouty bratz-doll lips parted and plump, black hair now curled and clinging to his forehead - he was beautifully wrecked.

“Chris, p-please,” your voice trembled, his slow, methodical thrusts keeping your nerves on the cusp of that sweet, sweet release, “can I please come? I-I’ve been a good girl-” You felt a tear escape the corner of your eye, effectively marking the peak of your pent up energy, “I wanna- wanna come for you like a good girl, your good girl, please, baby.”

Squeezing your thighs, a pleased hum vibrated in the back of his throat, “My good girl, yeah?”

“Y-Yours,” You echoed back, whimpering when he pulled out to leave only his tip within your fluttering walls, “only yours, Chris.”

“Then you’ll take it like my good girl, okay?”

Your lips parted for a response but the only sound to leave was a loud moan as he snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself in one fell swoop with the slap of skin against skin sounding after.

If his first pace was fast, this new one was borderline animalistic in the way he pressed your legs up to pin your knees to your chest, grounding himself on his knees and fucking into you like a man possessed.

“F-Fuck! I- Oh- Oh my god-” Your body felt like it was on fire, one side of your brain willing you to wrench yourself away from his brutal thrusts while the other begged you to just lie down and take it like he said - like you wanted.

He pulled your legs down to wrap around his waist instead, welcoming the squeeze as he slid his hands up the plush of your hips and stomach, “My pretty baby - so gorgeous-” Leaning down, he littered open mouthed kisses on your breasts, “-beautiful, you drive me crazy.”

Your back arched, head swimming as tears trailed down the sides of your face, “Chris, please- Can I touch you? Please, please, please-” Your cries were silenced by his lips catching your own, moving in an unpracticed synchronicity as he slid his right hand up to where yours was clutching the pillow case - gently prying your hand away to thread his fingers between yours.

His left hand, however, made a journey for itself between your bodies to where you were connected, the pads of his fingers finding purchase on your neglected clit with small, quick circles.

You choked on a gasp from the new stimulation, your orgasm now barreling toward you like a runaway train, but the only sounds of warning you could make were breathless chants of his name through broken sobs.

“I know, baby,” Chris cooed, timing the circle of his fingers with each powerful rock of his hips, “come for me, I’ve got you - come for me.”

Whether it was the gentle, reassuring tone of his voice, or the consistent, mind melting drag of his cock and fingers, you felt your body tense before the coil snapped - your head falling back against the pillow with a choked moan of his name.

“Fuck,” he squeezed your hand tighter, the rhythmic clenching of your walls coaxing his climax further, “feel so good- s-so good, I-” The hand that was previously working you through your orgasm slid to hold onto your hip, keeping you in place as his pace faltered, “I’m gonna- baby, f-fuck-”

His head dropped to the crook of your neck, attempting to stifle his whimpers against your skin as his hips stuttered against your own - one, two, three thrusts rocking your body against his until he came with a muffled whine.

You used your free hand to card your fingers through his hair, soothing him with gentle scratches against his scalp and earning a low hum in response.

“You sound more fucked out than I am,” You giggled breathlessly, minding the way your pussy fluttered around his softening cock.

Chris sucked in a breath, hips twitching at the slight overstimulation, “Edging you is the same as edging myself, baby - and don’t get me started on how good you look crying for my dick.”

There was a slight pause in your movements until you continued on, tugging gently at the strands, “Maybe… next time you can show me?”

Squeezing your hand that was still entwined with his, he pressed a slow kiss against the underside of your jaw, lips curling into a smirk. “Don’t tempt me into turning that ‘next time’ into the next fifteen minutes.”

❣ I'll say this; I've had this as a draft ever since the song came out, and I only ever remembered it when I was too sleep deprived to finish it, but here I am and here it is. I was so tempted to just leave it on a cliff hanger because I didn't know how I wanted to end it, but somehow I squeaked out a half assed "to be continued" because multiple rounds? Don't mind if I do ❣

❣ Any type of feedback is appreciated! Whether it be a simple like, reblog, or keyboard smash and the most essay-like comment, feel free to share your thoughts. ❣

[bbyseok]

thinking about showering dazai with a ton of compliments, and he becomes soo flustered he doesn’t know how to react. <3

it’s a normal day in the office of the armed detective agency, and as per usual, the infamous dazai osamu is at his desk—doing anything but his actual paperwork.

his time consists of doodling scribbles on the neatly stacked papers or taking said papers to fold them into intricate little airplanes… to throw at you, of course.

but after growing bored of his past antics after a while, he resorts to rolling his pen on the desk with his slender fingers, his posture slumped over in a way that definitely doesn’t match proper office etiquette.

unlike your boyfriend, you’ve been dutifully attending to your work for the day, but your break is nearly about to start... and dazai has been quiet for some time, so you resort to staring at him.

maybe it’s the way the sunlight streams into the office space in dainty rays to highlight his chocolate irises. or perhaps it’s the adorable subtle pout curling on his lips in his current state of inactivity.

dazai looks pretty.

so what better way to spend your break time than to tell him that?

“‘samu.”

he perks up, bangs falling over his eyes messily, “hm?”

a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. “you’re very pretty.”

his pen stops rolling. for a moment, he’s quiet, but then that familiar characteristic smirk comes forth as he dramatically announces, “oh? what’s this? sudden affection from my partner?”

you lean back in your chair, eyes never straying away from him as you reply, “only saying the truth.”

oh—oh, there it is. the dazai osamu… blushing. pink dusts over his face as he tries to brush off your words, a chuckle falling from his throat. “ahaha, you flatter me, darling.”

“someone needs to, i guess,” you go on, trying to hide the growing smirk on your lips, “y’know.. you cause a lotta distractions at work but honestly, you can consider your handsomeness a distraction by itself.”

however cheesy your words are, they’re enough for dazai to avert his eyes elsewhere, turning to hide his gradual blush with the collar of his trenchcoat. you might be feeding his ego, but it seems that he’s too flustered to retaliate.

“someone is a feeling a little bold today,” he huffs out, abandoning his pen to cross his arms in faux petulance, “praise this early in the day? my my, what are you up to..?”

you rise from your desk to saunter over, coming to stand in front of his with a cheeky grin. “i can’t compliment by lovely boyfriend?”

he meets your gaze, his embarrassed state still obvious. dazai stares up at you inquisitively, “hmm.. do you want something from me?” as if he’s trying to deduce a reasoning for your sudden flattery.

you laugh at that. “maybeeee.” you move to lean down and forward, becoming eye-level with the detective, and he blinks at you with his familiar, almost puppy-like gaze.

dazai’s wide eyes don’t even blink as he leans forward, awaiting for the savory feeling of your lips brushing against his in the kiss he thinks you’re asking for...

only for you to pull away with a snicker.

“i want you to finish a good chunk of your paperwork while i’m out on break,” you declare, leaning back and straightening your posture to turn on heel as you stroll away from his desk.

flustered splutters and whines come from osamu then, out of confusion and protest, frantic and scrambled movements as he tries to follow you.

“darling, w-wait! come back here!! where’s my kiss?!”

[siddyyyyyyyy]

Imagine Damian with a sunshine reader but they sometimes turn into a whole new person with jay from the kubz scouts humor "I swear if this doesn't work I'll take off ___ headband wipe my ass with it put it back on bird box style and give myself pink eye" 😭

Anyway good night/morning

Don't forget to eat and drink well!!

Strange Kind of Humour

Older!Damian Wayne x Reader

wc: 1.2 K summary: you hate bugs (sorry for the people who love bugs) warnings: lots of bad words. a/n: thank you so much for the request and sorry for the late reply, but this is really funny and had to educate myself on that kubz scouts guy (i watch him regularly now) i couldn't really come up with such creative words, but this is the best i could do. enjoy! (divider)

75% of all animal species are insects, most of them have wings and can fly. However, only some of them look cute and are not some venomous, useless, shit-eating bastards who are trying to get into your stupid tent.

Someone came up with the perfect idea to go camping for two days, to finally relax from everything that‘s been going on. Bruce was very reluctant but eventually got blackmailed into joining, not having any possible way of working since you are all in the middle of the woods, trying to have fun.

Damian invited you to go with him, actually begged you, so he isn‘t alone with all these lunatics, and you‘ve never been more happy to join a trip. He knew you would be happy to join, just hoping the others won‘t make fun of him for being ‚soft‘ for you, or else this small family-trip will end up in a blood bath. So far, it‘s been actually pretty good so far, you had something warm to eat, having grilled together, had something vegetarian for Damian. You talked a lot with Dick and Tim, noticed the funny dynamic between Jason and Tim, befriended Cass, and made fun of Damian together with Duke as he failed to build the tent up three times.

Now, that everyone has tents and sleeping bags, you can all take a rest for the day and sleep. If it weren‘t for the bugs trying to fly in and annoy you both. Damian didn‘t seem to mind much, just curling himself up in his sleeping bag so no one can disturb him. But this is enough.

»I swear to god, if these little shits won‘t stop coming in, I will pull my fucking hairspray and a lighter out and burn this whole fucking forest.«

You mutter under your breath, but Damian caught wind of it. Of course he did, he is laying right beside you. His head shoots out of the sleeping bag, looking at you in the dark.

»How about we don‘t?«

Damian suggest quietly, slightly puzzled on how annoyed you are over such a thing. It‘s just bugs.

»I‘m sure they will leave us alone sooner or later. Just put your sleeping bag over your head.«

he tells you, hoping to soothe you down and hope that you won‘t be disturbed for the night. It‘s just one night, after all.

You huff out and do as told, shifting to put your sleeping bag over your head, curled up like him in his own bag.

zzzz

You want to punch that mosquito right then and there. Normally you would just brush it off and try to get it away, but this won‘t do anything since you are literally in a forest, camping. It only makes sense for bugs and insects to be there.

It‘s silent for a moment before the high-pitched buzzing starts again, already done with this.

»Look, I‘m gonna get this thing, track its whole family down and behead every single one-«

»Okay, how about we relax and open the tent for a moment so it can fly out, hm?«

He finally sits up and wraps his arm around your shoulder to keep you seated in your sleeping bag. No matter how many times you curse and say out-of-pockets things like that, it always surprises him when you do that. It usually happens whenever you are annoyed or upset, and right now he is pretty sure you are exasperated. Which doesn‘t make this any better.

Eventually, he managed to lay you back down to sleep after a few moments, having some annoying buzzing around, but it‘s nothing too bad. You both fell asleep after a while, getting woken up later in the morning by a scream. Damian immediately goes to check, peeking out of the tent and cursing himself for not bringing his katana to the trip.

Looking out, he sees Tim at the small camp fire, holding a stick out at a… racoon? What the hell is a racoon doing here? Don‘t they live somewhere else than.. oh, well.

Damian sighs out, getting out of the tent to help him out.

»Relax, Drake, they don‘t bite… usually.«

Tim looks to Damian briefly before staring back at the racoon wide-eyed, still pointing the stick at the innocent animal that was just curious on what these big people and tents are.

»What do you mean ‚usually‘?!«

Damian finally gets fully out of your tent, keeping his eyes on the racoon while approaching it slowly. He ignores the literal panic radiating off of Tim, gently shooing the animal away, but it just stays on its spot, not budging.

It‘s then, when you wake up, having caught some of the conversation between the brothers. You finally peek out of your tent as well, gasping as you see the racoon. The round, fluffy animal keeps its dark eyes on Damian, just sitting relaxed while your boyfriend is trying to shoo him away.

You didn‘t gaps out of disgust, but out of surprise and awe. There‘s not a lot of days you see a cute racoon, a stubborn at that as well. Sure, it‘s a wild animal, but why does it look so squishy then?

Coming out of the tent, you stand beside Damian, trying to get closer to the animal. Damian tries to get you behind him, but you have none of it.

»You need to step back, this is a wild animal— «

»No! Look how cute he is, I just want to pet him quickly!«

You protest, definitely blind by hthe cuteness of the racoon. Damian huffs out, turning to look at you.

»What are you? Snow white, or something? Just step back, let the poor thing run away.«

You whine in protest, really wanting to pet the racoon still. The small argument wakes the rest up as well, having thought it‘s nothing bad at first, but hearing that you both won‘t stop bickering, it made the others curious.

»What the hell is up with you guys?« Jason grumbles tiredly from his tent, still sitting in it but peeking out. Damian turns his attention to the voice, sighing out in defeat. Eventually, you take the opportunity to get closer to the racoon while Damian distracts himself with Jason, arguing with him now.

You get disappointed as the racoon runs away from you, not havnig been so brave after all. With a small huff, it all falls back to normal, the trip comes back to what they consider normal, eating some breakfast before playing frisbee all together. It turns into a competetive game, everyone including Bruce, trying to catch the frisbee and make the other drop or not even catch it in the first place. It‘s a bit chaotic, but it‘s never not chaotic with them. Not that you complain, you really like their dynamic overall and that they are all so sweet to you, although they do tease Damian a lot whenever he is affection with you.

A bright orange, plastic hits your side, yelping at the sudden collition. Of course someone had to accidently hit you with the frisbee. Duke gasps, immeditialy feeling guilty and really wants to sink into the ground at how embarrassing it is. Especially with how Damian glares at him, looking ready to kill.

»Damn, you trynna get me killed?!« You shout before this could escalate, throwing the frisbee back to him, landing at against his stomach with a grunt.

The tension melts away and you proceed to play the game until one finally wins, making the rest groan in defeat.

a/n: how you enjoyed it!!