#i mean it when i keep saying i feel like i'm spread so thin. and i don't know what to do to make it better

[reikunrei]

you know it's getting bad again when literally everything feels like a chore, even the fun things, and everything just makes you irritable and angry

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈’𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫’𝐬”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! praising degradation, daddy/mama/brat, hints of jealousy/possessive!stoner!suguru, squirting, teasing, choking, squirting, mating press, pain kink, size kink, two fingers in your ass, mindbreak/getting cockdrunk, begging, a momentary just the tip moment, riding him, overstimulation, breeding, stuffing his cum into you, some spanking

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! I have a praise kink and a degradation kink, I need Geto to tell me that I'm his favourite dirty little slut and absolutely nail me to the mattress while doing 🥵🥵🥵

Oreo: I was thinking of a part two of stoner!suguru with this one, even though he doesn't smoke. I like the follow up of him finally deciding he wants to be more than just friends

Slapping your soft cunt and yanking your legs back open when you go to black the next hit. He demands, “Color?” Leaning forward, towering over you to make you feel smaller.

Using his weight to keep you pinned in a firm mating press. His thick cock nudging your soft cunt. Shoving your hips trying to best to glide an inch in your sore cunt. Eager for the sweet pleasure to cut through the pain.

You whine, “Green! Please don't be mad! I didn't mean to make you jealous, didn't think.” He grabs your throat, tightly squeezing.

“Didn't think I’d want your beautiful ass all to myself?” Softly kissing your forehead, smiling down at you tightening his grasp around your neck.

He croons, “Mama we've been living together and fucked on nearly every surface of his apartment. N’ you spent every night in my bed, so tell me whose are you?” Letting your neck go, grabbing your hands putting them above your hand.

“Who takes care of you?” By the time you catch your breath, he slaps your cunt harder than before. Stuffing one thick finger in softly curling it stroking your sweet spot to ease your discomfort.

Reaching for Suguru he pins your wrists together with one large hand. Gliding a second finger in, touching your clit, and then nothing. Suguru refuses to move his fingers.

The lack of stimulation makes it easier to think. You look into Suguru’s loving, dark chocolate eyes. “You do! I love the life we have made, our routine. I adore how you notice the little things about me.” He pumps his fingers twice, then stops. “I love the softness in your voice when you say name.” He softly rubs your clit and slowly pumps his fingers, stroking your sweet spot.

He purses his lips and looks at his side table whilst admitting, “I supposed I never outright asked you.” The passionate, hungry intensity in his dark brown eyes is exciting. Suguru glides his fingers out smirking when you whine.

Dipping his head watching your soft hole clenching nothing. “This is also too much fun. I’ll take any chance I get to fuck into your head that you’re mine.” Teasing you with a small swirl of his thumb.

“Please!” Wiggling your hips trying to slips his thumb in, Suguru pulls away. Leaving you on the edge of the bed with your legs spread and your cunt yearning to stimulation.

Opening the bottom bedside drawer pulling out a long black box. Taking out a necklace whilst walking around the bed, standing in front of it. There is a S dangling from a thin chain.

He softly smiles, “Do you wanna be with me?” He unfastens the clasp holding the necklace open.

You stand up on his bed “Yes!” Wrapping your arms around him. Suguru bites the second his head gets near your chest. You cunt clenches from the sweet pain.

Slipping your hand into Suguru’s soft hair, softly tugging making him groan and bucks his hips. “Sit down for me mama lemma slip this on you before I rearrange your guts.” You kneel close to the edge of the bed.

Suguru carefully puts the necklace on you. He softly kisses the top of your head. You insist, “I need to get you something, or do something for you.” He grabs your throat pinning you to the bed, slapping your soft cunt.

“How about you take my cock like a good slut?” He grabs his cock, lining himself up. Giving your neck a tighter squeeze before letting go. He leans back to watch your soft tight cunt stretch for his thick cockhead.

He grabs your thighs, pinning you in a mating press. Groaning as he glides his thick head in and out. Watching the soft ridge of his cock head tug on your soft cunt. “Such a pretty little cunt, love see her stretch nm grip my cock like she doesn’t wanna let me go.”

You plea, “Please lemme feel the rest of you. Wanna feel all of your cock! Daddy please!” He roughly rocks his hips forward, giving you all of his thick veiny cock.

Suguru doesn’t move his hard cock, stroking your clit. Groaning when you clench him. He croons, “Daddy what? I’m letting you feel all of my cock what else doesn’t my pretty little slut need?”

Begging Suguru, “Daddy please fuck me! Fuck your slut into a stupid mess! Wanna be your beautiful spoiled cocky sleeve. Please fuck me however you want!” He grabs your hips, lifting your lower half off the bed.

Using his firm grasp to help you meet his rough thrusts. His hips slapping yours. The bed softly rocking, his heavy wooden headboard tapping the wall. “Nnn fuck fuck fuck! Gonna breed ya? Ya want that? Ya wanna be pretty little cum filled whore?” Your cunt spams around his cunt.

His hard cock stroking, stretching and hitting your cunt perfectly. Sweet intense pleasure makes it hard to think. Why should you bother when you can mindlessly take Suguru’s fat cock?

“Nnnnn! Hhhhnnn! Mmm fuckkkk! Feelsgoodfeelsnnn!” You grab the bedsheets. Unable to think about anything else but how good his cock feels in your cunt. Nothing else matters but your boyfriend’s large hands, thick cock, sweet groans, and the way he is admiring you.

Suguru croons, “Are ya my mindless cock hungry slut? Mmm? Want me to bully your soft tight cunt?” Keeping his pace the same and fucking his cock into you hard.

You muster the words to answer Suguru beyond, “Daddy! Daddy! Nnn! Bully the brat outta me!” Suguru leans over you, grabbing your neck to lift you off the bed. You feel so small in his grasp, so perfectly helpless to do anything but take his cock.

Bouncing you faster on his thick cock, his moans getting louder, breathier. “Sofuckingood wanna cum in your soft cunt! Been thinking about it all I’ve been able to think about since I saw you flirting with him. I should’ve fucked in ya in the bathroom then sent you back over with my cum leaking out.” Your cunt clenches.

Suguru smirks, “Of course a slut like you would like that. You’re daddy’s little slut, remember that.”

You’re getting on his possessiveness and manhandling. Grabbing his thick hard biceps, digging in your nails when he flexes. “Daddy’s so big!” Your words trigger something within Suguru.

Without gliding his cock out he flips you over pinning you to the bed. With your ass arched in the air and a firm grasp on your hair, keeping your face out of the pillow.

Using his weight to keep you from wiggling away from him mercilessly. “Gonna fuck my cum into you, don’t wanna stop. Wanna keep fucking my big cock into your sweet cunt.” You can feel his cock’s veins pulse as he’s getting closer.

His balls are slapping your clit with each rough thrust. Your ass clapping, your soaking wet cunt squelching.

You love how whiny Suguru is the closer he is. The way his body shivers on top of you, his rough smooth pace momentarily faltering. He whines, “What am I?”

Slipping your fingers into Suguru’s soft dark hair. “Daddy! Mine! Daddy! You’re too much! Too much! Too good. Please cum!” He yanks your head to the side, hunching over to bite your throat.

Warm thick cum trickles and spurts into your soft cunt. Your cunt spasms then gush, thick slick trickling down your thighs. Suguru groans, his pace sloppy and rough.

There is something so carnal about Suguru biting your keep whilst firmly pinning you down to fuck his cum into. You want more, more of his thick cock and warm cum.

You whine, grinding your hips when he falters and stops. “Suguru!” He rolls over with you on top. Keeping his cum deep in you with his cock.

Right away you take the chance, grabbing his thick thighs, lifting your hips, and bouncing on Suguru’s cock. Moaning, trembling, toes curling. Getting off on using his cock like a dildo. Whilst knowing your soft tight cunt is overwhelming him with each stroke.

Leaning forward giving him a good view of your soft cunt taking his cock. His thick cum trickles out of your cunt and coats his thick cock. “Can’t get over how deep your fat cock is. It’s stuffing your cum in so deep!”

Looking over your shoulder to see Suguru. “Thought you were gonna teach my slutty ass a lesson?” Suguru smirks then sucks on two thick fingers. Your cunt clenches when he touches your asshole. Smearing his spit then gliding both fingers in.

He stretches his fingers apart spreading your asshole. Your pace falters, he isn’t moving his fingers. “Teach you what? That you’re such a desperate whore. I think ya know that with how you’re bouncing on my thick cock like it’s all you can think about.” Slowly fucking his fingers into your soft ass.

“Go on mama tire your little pretty bratty ass out. I wanna hear you beg me to fuck ya when your legs get too tired.”

Oreo m.list

[cheolism-archive]

an ode to hands and voice

✰ — boo seungkwan x reader ✷ — summary: a moment of seungkwan fucking you, inspired by his hands and voice. ✰ — wc is approx. 1.3k ✷ — genre: smut, established relationship ✰ — warnings: soft sex, intimate sex. boo seungkwan hand porn. unprotected sex, cumming inside. ✷ — rating: 18+ ✰ — note: requested by @strxwberry-skiess !! i hope you enjoy and i hope i did your request justice! this is a part of my follower celebration. also tagging fellow seungkwan enthusiast @haologram

"deep breath in."

you inhale, breath shaking against the stillness of the room.

"and out."

you exhale, body relaxing. as your body decompresses, sagging back against the bed, seungkwan pushes in.

you actively try not to tense back up as his dick pushes into your cunt. despite him having prepared you, having spent what felt like ages fucking his fingers in and out, in and out, you can still feel the slight burn of your pussy stretching around his cock. your toes curl and you can't help but twist your fingers into the sheets, biting down on your lip.

seungkwan lets out a shuttering gasp, his grip on the sheets on either side of your head tightening. he hangs his head as he stills his hips, his nose pressing against the curve of your cheek.

"gotta relax, baby," he says, voice deep and raspy. when seungkwan came home from practice his voice was already a little fucked. he got halfway through a cup of tea topped with honey before you, needy and pathetic in that too-cute way, stumbled into his arms.

and fuck, if you weren't cute and pathetic right not beneath him.

"you gotta let my cock in," seungkwan cooed, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. "gotta relax your pussy, baby."

you nod, turning and pressing your face against his. you tried to mold yourself back into the bed; tried to make yourself present. the warmth of seungkwan's body was flooding into you, trapped between him and the blanket beneath you. the mattress was soft and plush, because life was full of denials but seungkwan would be damned if he denied himself a cloud-like bed to fall into every night.

you relaxed back into the bed.

seungkwan could feel your cunt loosen around him. no longer did your pussy have a tight grip on him, the sort that he was greatly reluctant to try and press against. he never wanted to hurt you; never wanted this to hurt.

and so, with your cunt relaxed around him, seungkwan continues to push in.

you arch up against seungkwan as he fucks into you, breasts pressing against him. he slips his hand down to one of your thighs, and then moves your thigh up, giving him more room to settle between your legs. your knee knocks against his side.

"keep spreading," seungkwan says. he settles against you, cock fully sheathed, pelvis pressed against your thighs. "let me move."

"don't," you gasp out. your pussy clamps down on his cock, and seungkwan can't help the throaty groan that escapes him.

"won't," he says, dropping his face to the crook of your neck. he breathes against your skin, inhaling your scent. "won't move 'til you say it's good."

you move one of your hands to his shoulder, fingertips pressing into his flesh.

"feels big," you say, voice breaking.

"feels," seungkwan echoes back. "you saying i'm not big?"

you roll your eyes at him, hand sliding up his shoulder. you settle your hand along his jaw. "you know what i mean."

seungkwan hums. he settles against you, relaxing into your body in turn. seungkwan takes a moment to admire you.

he moves his hand to your face. seungkwan trails his fingers, long and thin, along the soft curve of your cheek. his nails gently scrape along your skin, and seungkwan can't help but follow the path of his fingers. he slides his forefinger, lightly and slowly, to your chin.

seungkwan's touch is as light as a butterfly's kiss. it's the sort of loving, gentle touch that belongs only to that of a lover; of an admirer.

and how he admires you.

seungkwan trails his finger to your lips. he looks at the pale shade of his nail and compares it to the lovely hue of your lips. he watches as the plump flesh of your lips bends beneath the pressure of his finger, as your lips part, gently, in response.

seungkwan can't help but push his finger between your lips. your mouth is just as warm as your cunt, and just as he had slid his dick into your pussy he slides his finger into your mouth. your mouth is warm and wet and welcoming.

you take his finger eagerly, as if it were his cock into your cunt. he doesn't press his finger all the way in. instead he settles his finger along your tongue. his cock throbs as you suck at his finger, your lashes fluttering.

"fucking pretty," seungkwan murmurs. "you're so fucking pretty."

reluctantly, seungkwan removes his finger from your mouth. he trails his fingers down the column of your throat, watching. he continues to move his hand along your body, until his fingers are cradling the edge of your tit.

he can't help but follow the curve, his thumb gently swiping. impulsive, seungkwan goes to your nipple. he slides a finger on either side of your nipple, tugging softly.

your mouth opens in a sweet gasp.

"kwannie," you call out, arms wrapping around his shoulders. you shift beneath him, moving so your legs are wrapped around him.

seungkwan tugs at your nipple again. "ready?"

you nod.

seungkwan begins to pull from your pussy. he moves slowly, cock sweetly dragging against your walls. the slide is easy due to how wet you are, and he adores how your cunt flutters around his dick.

once the head of his dick is at your entrance seungkwan rolls his hips towards you. the movement is fluid, a smooth rock back into your pussy. he rolls his hips as he fucks you, the motion constant.

he's addicted to the way your pussy grips him, how smooth the slide is. seungkwan's hand grips at your tit, nails digging in slightly, lost in the velvet feel of your cunt.

"feels good," he gasps out. he can feel the rasp of his voice, can feel the dryness of his throat. "feels so fucking good, sweetheart."

your body responds so beautifully to him. your body arches up into him, your legs tighten around him in an effort to keep him close. your mouth is open in a constant moan, eyes squeezing shut.

seungkwan can feel his balls tightening, his dick throbbing. he wants to cum in your pussy so bad, wants to fill you up so much.

he can't help but let his thrusts carry away. seungkwan begins to fuck you earnestly. the slap of his thrusts are loud, sharp and stinging. he wants to cum, wants to see his cum spilling fro your cute pussy —

your legs begin to weaken around him, falling to the side. seungkwan moves his hand from your tit. he loops his arms underneath your legs, hooking your legs up over his arms.

he fucks and thrusts and feels his heavy balls tighten against him. you feel so fucking good; you look gorgeous; you sound divine.

you moan out his name, broken and high.

seungkwan feels his balls clench once more, and then he's spilling inside of you. it's like a string pulled taut has been cut. he keeps fucking you as he cums, relentlessly with one goal in mind.

even once he stops cumming he doesn't pull out. seungkwan lets his dick soften in your pussy. he moves his hand down to your cunt, releasing one of your legs. two of his fingers find your clit easily. seungkwan begins to rub at your clit, cunt drenched from your juices and his cum.

"you gotta cum," he says, voice hoarse. he frames your clit with his fingers, rubbing at the sensitive area around it. your pussy continues to clench down around his spent dick, and he has half a mind to pull out, the sensation bordering on too much, but fuck —

you cum with a loud cry, lips curling and torso arching off of the bed. seungkwan groans in response and lays his body on yours, keeping you caught between him and the bed as he continues to rub at your clit, pushing you through orgasm.

"that's it," he moans, throat sore from misuse, "cum for me, baby. cum."

[oppopotamus]

Shoe riding

gojo satoru x top male reader

Warning: nsfw, gojo has a pussy, shoe riding, face slapping (like once), name calling (slut, baby, sweetheart etc), face riding, face sitting, sending nudes, kind of mean reader??

Satoru had always been a little shit, that much was known but nobody knew how much of a tease he was.

Satoru had one of his very few 'free days' where he can take time off of work, it was very rare for Satoru to ever get any sort of break.

Usually you take time off of work to spend it with Satoru since you don't get to see him that much.

Though unfortunately, you were called into work late as it was understaffed and many we're sick and you were the last resort basically.

Satoru begged you to stay, saying he'd do absolutely anything. Whether that be paying you for the next week until you got your next paycheck, or by doing something a little bit more... Scandalous.

You were extremely tempted to take that offer but your boss had threatened you that you'd lose your job if you took yet another day off.

So, you had no choice but to go in.

Satoru was feeling grumpy as he walked around your shared house, he just wanted to lounge around in bed all day with you!

I mean, he's plently rich enough to pay for both of you but you insisted that you didn't want him paying for everything.

Satoru finally had an amazing idea. Well, amazing to him atleast.

Satoru stood infront of the full length mirror that stood in your bedroom. He was wearing nothing but the pretty white lingerie you had brought him a while back which he never really got to wear, thought today he was going to show you how much he loved the gift.

Satoru got his phone camera ready and started taking pictures, many, many pictures. He posed in ways he knew would get your attention and posed in ways he didn't even know how he did!

Just to show you how flexible he was, of course.

Satoru selected the pictures he had thought were the best, all in the lingerie he hadn't taken any nude selfies. Not yet atleast.

He finally sended them to you, he didn't know if you would reply or even if you would see the message.

When you get a text on your phone from the one and only Satoru Gojo you think it's important enough to open.

Once you open them your calm demeanor disappears and you cough to avoid suspicion.

"Are you quite alright, (Name)?" One of your coworkers asks, "Yes, perfectly fine. Just got a bit of a cough."

"Don't you think you should head home then?" Another nosy coworker asks after listening in on your conversation as per usual with them. All your coworkers were very nosy people.

"Ah, boss wouldn't let me head home even if I asked." You said sadly, the photos would not get out of your head. Gojo in all those pretty poses, just begging for you to take him.

You try and shake the thoughts out of your head and attempt to think of something different in hopes your red face would disappear.

"Your face is burning up! (Name), you should really head home. If the boss doesn't let you leave I'll give him a piece of my mind!" The lady you we're just talking to before says.

"Ah, thank you very much but there's no need. I'm sure I'll be fine." You say, before you get another text from Gojo.

This time he's posed so he's sitting on the ground with his legs spread and facing the mirror so you can see everything through the thin fabric of the lingerie.

The photo had been sent with a text below it simply saying, 'come take it off for me?'

Oh god, you were in trouble. You could feel your pants start to get tighter. You don't know how you can even attempt to keep your cool now.

As if on que, your boss comes strolling in asking you where you've been and that you need to report to his office at once to approve some documents.

You're about to follow before a coworker pipes up saying, "He is much to sick, sir! (Name) can absolutely not work in these conditions!"

"I second that! If you don't excuse (Name) from work I'll take it to the higher ups and report you for not letting a sick employee go home." Another coworker says firmly.

You can almost see veins popping out of his head in anger so your boss decided it would just be easier to send you home than having to deal with the higher ups.

"Fine! (Name)... You're free to go home." Your boss says, you can sense the anger coming from him so you quickly pack up your things, saying a small 'thank you' to your coworkers who helped you out.

You're just getting into your car as you get another message from Gojo with yet another photo.

This time the image is of him still with he legs spread except he has moved the lingerie so it shows off his pretty pussy.

Fuck. This man is going to be the death of you.

You send him a message saying 'I'm coming home now. You've been bad, Satoru. Get ready.'

You can practically see Satorus scared face through the screen.

You start your car and head back home, once there you park the car and head to open the door.

You stop in the front entrance and take off your blazer and hang it on the coat rack.

You head up to the bedroom door and open it. "I'm home, Satoru-" You don't finish your sentence before you stop and stare in wonder of how pretty Satoru is.

Satoru's sitting down on the bed, patiently waiting there with his knees under him.

You walk over to him, standing above the bed with your tall height towering over him. You bring a hand out to cup his chin and raise it so he's staring right at you.

"Such a pretty boy. Aren't you, 'toru?" You ask, though you get no answer back. "So very pretty. Too bad you're such a brat." You spit out the last words and raise a hand across his cheek, slapping him. Not enough to really hurt but enough to make him gasp from shock.

Gojo whimpers as you drag him forward, he has to put his hands out to stabilise himself so he doesn't fall off the bed.

"Just a slut, aren't you? Can't even wait a few hours for me to come home. You just had to interfere with my work."

"M'sorry.." Gojo says in response, he's not really sorry at all. He loves the way you act when you get this way.

He'd do it all over again and you know he will, whenever that may be. He's just too much of a slut.

"On your knees." You say gesturing to the side of the bed where you currently stand.

You turn around and sit down on the bed as Gojo scrambles to sit down infront of you.

Once he's sitting on his knees infront of you, you gesture for him to move forward. He does so he's awkwardly sitting there between you legs, he begins reaching out to your crotch before you stop him.

"No, sweetheart. I want you to ride my shoe. I'm not helping you get off today, you've already interrupted my day enough."

Satoru gulps at that and hesitates before he sits atop one of your shoes.

"Like this?" Satoru asks, "Yeah, just like that, baby. Good job." You smile down at him and Gojo suddenly feels proud, as if he's such a good boy, just for you.

Satoru finally starts moving, moaning out as his clit comes in contact with your shoe. He moves forwards and back again, it's not nearly as pleasurable as when you touch him.

He has no idea whether this will make him cum or not. He feels good but it doesn't feel quite enough.

"P..Please.. Need- Ah!" Satoru moans out as he ruts back and forth on your shoe, getting it dirty with his wetness.

"Hm? Tell me what it is you need." You say down at him as you play with his hair while he moves faster and faster against your shoe.

"C-can't." He says shaking his head side to side fastly while he shuts his eyes tightly so he can't see you looking down at him. You know that he will get a headache if he keeps doing that so you grab his chin and force him to look up at you.

"Look at me and tell me what it is you need, baby." You command. He finally cracks his eyes open and looks up at you.

"Need you..." He says, "I'm right here, sweetheart. Tell me what you want me to do okay?" You say while smiling down at him.

"P-please.. Want you to touch me."

"But I'm already touching you, baby. See? You're humping my foot like some dog."

"No.. I mean-" You cut Satoru off and grab his chin tighter, causing him to squeak in surprise.

"You've been such a little slut today, you know? I don't think you deserve to have your way. I think you should just sit there and do what I say. Understood?" Satoru whined at the harsh words but nods anyways, continuing to grind on your shoe.

He lets out groans and whimpers but he soon realizes that just humping your shoe is not nearly enough to get him off.

He wants you touching him, with your hands or for you to have his cock inside him, stretching him open till he cries from pleasure and pain.

Though apparently that's not going to happen today and it makes him whine.

He pleads and begs you, he doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, he's just spewing out words.

You reach down and yank his hair back, he yelps in pain and grips your leg tightly.

"Please!" He whines out, moving faster trying to chase that release he so desperately wants.

You sigh, "Fine, come up here." You say moving back on the bed and lay down.

He crawls up with a dazed smile on his face, and straddles you.

"C'mere baby." You say grabbing his hips and pulling him up to sit on your face. Satoru hesitates for a moment before lowering himself down.

"Ah!" He moans out as you move your tongue inside him. He grinds down on your face, you feel his juices spreading across your face as he moves back and forth.

Satoru moans out as he feels his release finally creeping up.

He's not going to last long, he knows he's going to cum any second. Riding your shoe made him get so close but not nearly far enough.

He repeats your name over and over, getting so close to his release. His clit rubs over your nose while you tongue at his hole.

You're starting to get slightly light headed with him on your face but you know it's not going to be much longer until he cums so you're not worried.

"(Name)! I'm gonna- Oh god-" Just before he finishes his sentence he's squirting all over your face, wetting it.

He sits and breathes heavily for a moment until he calms down and rises off of your face.

"Haah.. Thank you.." He says, looking down at you with a dumb smile on his face.

[rhaenzokla]

Restless Night

Nanami x F!bodied Reader

Summary: You can't seem to fall asleep, causing your husband to wake up to you adjusting a little too closely, deciding to help you to sleep.

CW: SMUT!! MDNI you will be blocked, no questions asked! unprotected sex, soft dom!Nanami, talking you through it, cunnulingus, p in v, fingering, cream pie, light aftercare, not peeing after (ALWAYS PISS AFTER SEX)

You flipped over once again, trying to find that comfortable spot you loved to tuck yourself into. You look at the clock on your bedside table, it read 23:59. Great, almost midnight already...

Your thoughts were interrupted when your husbands soft but strong hands found their way around your side and pulling you closer to him.

"What's wrong baby? You woke me up with all your tossing and turning and squishing into me." He smiled softly at you as he kissed your cheek.

You blushed in embarrassment, not meaning to wake him while trying to lull yourself back to sleep. "Sorry baby, I didn't mean to wake you. Go ahead and go back to sleep." He hums in thought for a second before pressing himself into you slightly. You can feel his bulge growing on your ass as he speaks up. "I'm not the only one you woke up with your wiggling... and I know we’d both be upset if we went back to sleep knowing you were struggling to." He kisses your jaw as his hand moves from your stomach to one of your breasts, kneeding it softly.

"What do you say baby? Can I fuck you to sleep?" You smile cheekily, blush rushing over your face again as you nod. "Use your words, sugar."

"Yes" you let out as he starts attacking your neck with kisses and light bites, sure to leave any skin that'll be exposed later, alone. But the skin that won't be visible later? that's getting marked tonight.

He quickly flips you on your back as he swiftly hovers over you, hand roaming your sides before taking your sleep shirt off, leaving you just in your thin panties.

His finger traces shapes along your thigh as he gets closer to your cunt. He has a smile on his face as he's praising you.

"So beautiful, even so tired and basically begging for me to touch you with this dripping cunt." He knows just how to rile you up. One hand moves down to your clothed pussy, massaging your little nub with small, light circles.

The sudden stimulation makes your legs jump and he chuckles. "Feel good baby?" You hum a yes to him as his other hand keeps caressing your side. His mouth now making home on your taut nipple.

Once he knows you're nice and wet, he pulls away from you and slides your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor. You wouldn't need them after this, anyway.

His head dips down to your soaking cunt, lapping at your juices just on your folds. Teasing you by being so close, yet so far from where you need him.

He finally attaches his lips to your clit and your legs instantly close around his head. Broad shoulders move up to spread your legs apart and against the bed, having you split open wide for him.

He slurps up the juices he already pulled from you and starts creating more for him to drink up as he reaches a hand to your leaking folds to insert a finger, curling at just the right time.

You pant and moan his name as he starts thrusting the one finger, in and out, until he inserts another, properly stretching you to the heavens. He can feel you squeezing around him so he doesn't stop.

"Thats right angel. cum on my fingers like the good girl you are. If you can do that for me, I’ll treat you with my cock in that tight cunt of yours. You want that, don't you?" you whimper out a yes as his tongue on your clit returns and you're sent over the edge, pulsing around his fingers and moaning into the back of your hand.

"Such a good girl for me, baby. You think you're ready for your prize?" You nod excitedly and spread your folds, welcoming him.

He smirks and pulls down his shorts, revealing his throbbing cock. It was thick and veiny, with a perfect mushroom tip that had you drooling every time he whipped it out.

He pulled you so you were both laying down, one of your legs in his hands, in the air, as he brings his girth to your entrance. This is how he loved to fuck you. easy access to your clit, he can easily rut up into you, and he can still turn your face so you're looking at him as he's pleasuring you. Really, its a win/win/win!

He sank you down as far as you'd go on him in this position, holding your hip with one hand, the other grabbing one of your tits. he starts rutting up into you like no tomorrow, moans filling the air as you both pant. He quickly grabs your chin, making you look at him. His eyes were blown wide at the sight of your fucked out expression. It went straight to his cock knowing he was the reason you felt so good.

"F-Feels-so good, please don't stop." You practically screamed when he hit that squishy part deep in your tummy. He stayed right there but put more effort and power into his thrust, almost making you completely unsheathe him with the recoil he had with you.

He was starting to get pussy drunk as he felt your walls tighten around him, squeezing and throbbing for him. Milking him for all he's worth. "Thats it baby. Cum on my cock like you did my fingers, wanna feel how good I make you feel." He grunts out in your ear and you can tell he's close with the way his voice hitches.

You're quick to follow his order when his thumb reached for your clit. "Fuuuuck yes. Give it to me, baby. Fill me up. All I wanna feel is you pumping me full." you groaned into his ear once you released, wanting to help him through his high like he helped you.

Not long after those words left your mouth did he pull you all the way down on him and cream deep inside of you. panting and smiling as he caresses your hair.

"Think you can fall asleep now, baby girl?" he chuckles into your neck as he gets up to clean you two up.

"I think so" you whisper as he's wiping you up with a damp cloth.

Laying in each others arms as you finally try sleeping again, you trace shapes over his chest. "Thank you for helping me get sleepy. Best medicine ever." He chuckles and kisses your head. "Any time, Sugar, any time."

©RhaenZokla

Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading!

[monster-disaster]

Can you do a female demon x female reader? I need more lesbian monster content !!!!

demon!female x human!Reader Good to know: smut

Summary: You meet an ex-classmate from college for an interview. She has other plans.

You can feel your professionalism slipping through your fingers with each passing second you spend in the female demon's presence.

The fragrance of her perfume fills your senses when Ada comes closer, sitting down on the armrest of the sofa. She leans against your side while gently holding your arm and caressing your skin with her freshly painted nails. The teasing touch sends shivers through your body.

"Your pictures don't give you enough justice," she says. "You are much prettier in real life."

Your voice gets stuck in your throat. "Oh?"

The woman hums, leaning closer. "I follow you on Instagram." Her plump lips ghost over the curve of your neck. "You are the sweetest in your colorful summer dresses."

"Thanks," you croak out, almost sounding like a question. Heat burns under your skin while your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hoped you would wear one of them today."

"I'm sorry?"

"It's fine," she chuckles, looking over your form shamelessly. You wear a white blouse with a dark blue skirt that reaches your knees and matches your high heels.

Standing up from the armrest, Ada moves in front of you. You feel cold without her firm body pressing against your side.

You watch her, mesmerized and breathless. "What are you doing?"

A slow grin pulls on her vivid red lips as she slips onto her knees. Your thighs clench at the sight of the woman.

Ironically, there is something ethereal about her. Perhaps it's the smoothness of her light pink skin or the gentle curls of her dark hair framing her horns, which are a few shades darker and gracefully trace the curve of her head. You can't be sure since there is so much you can admire about her. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes follow the straight slope of her nose and the firm curve of her full lips.

"Something I wanted to do since we met in college."

You can feel the warmth of her palms even through the thin fabric of your skirt as she rests them on your knees. Your muscles tense for a second when the beautiful demon pushes them apart while your mind struggles with keeping up with the woman. Her hands trail up on your legs, pushing your clothes up with the slow but confident motion.

Ada looks up at you with amusement in her eyes. "Did you know I liked you back then?"

You shake your head. You had no idea. The demon wasn't a mean girl by any means, but she was always... unreachable. Sometimes, you weren't even sure if she knew about your existence even though you spoke several times.

"I'm surprised," she chuckles.

By now, your thighs are bare under her caressing hands. Her thumbs move between your legs in slow circles, getting closer and closer to your panty-clad pussy.

"Why?" You ask. You sank deeper into the sofa without your noticing. You melt under her touch.

"All my friends knew about my crush on you."

You want to slap yourself across the face when the only reply you can force out of your mouth is an 'oh' and Ada laughs again, slipping her long, manicured finger under the damp fabric of your panties to pull it away.

"It's fine, though," she says. "I mean, this is my chance to make up for the lost time."

Your mind is blank as you try and fail to process everything. Your whole body is on edge with anticipation. There is a heavy knot in your belly, keeping you on the sofa, compliant and easy under Ada's attention.

"And it's definitely worth the wait," she grins, letting the tip of her thumb brush over your clit for a second. Just enough to take your breath away and send shivers down your spine.

"Really?" You gasp out, holding onto the leather of the sofa. Your nails dig into it, and you only hope you don't damage the fabric.

She hums, leaning closer. Her shoulders spread your legs apart even more.

When you woke up and got ready to do an interview with your old classmate about her successful company, you didn't think you would end up like this. Half-naked and wet in her office while she feasts on the sight of you.

"So pretty," she says, letting her finger slide over your wet slit once again, parting your lips in the process to get a better view of your soft, glistening center. "And smells so good."

Your mouth opens to say something, but before you can form words, the demon grabs the flesh of your thighs to tug you to the edge of the seat.

"Hold them for me," she says, holding up your legs until you reach behind your knees to do as she says.

Heat and embarrassment flood your whole body in the new, vulnerable position.

"Good," she hums, reaching under you with one hand to grope your bottom while her other hand keeps your panties out of the way.

You watch Ada transfixed as she leans down and licks your pussy with one long swipe. Her eyes are on you the whole time, staring at your unfocused eyes, open lips, and heaving chest. The demon's mouth moves up to your clit, flicking it with her tongue before sucking the sensitive bud into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow, and your back arches. Your legs almost slip out of your hold as your toes curl with pleasure.

"Ada." Her name escapes your lips as a moan, and she hums, satisfied.

"You taste so good, Y/N," she says. Her lips and chin shine because of your wetness. "I imagined being between your legs so many times since you called to get an appointment with me."

"Really?" You gasp out, her thumb works on your clit, not giving you any break even while she talks.

You called her because of the interview a week ago.

"Really," she replies. "I was so angry when I couldn't find a date sooner to meet you."

"It's fine," you gasp. Your hips grind up against her hand. Her fingers are soaked with your juices by now.

The female chuckles. "It is now."

She winks at you before lowering her face down back to your pussy, opening your lips to feast and slurp on you. Her finger doesn't stop on your clit while your climax builds inside you with each passing second.

"I'm almost there," you groan, closing your eyes.

Ada hums. The vibration of her reply rolls through your body in thick weaves. You moan and gush around her tongue that slipped inside your aching hole while you were busy chasing your pleasure under her caress. 

Ada's tongue fucks your pussy while teasing your clit and making you see stars under your closed eyelids. Your orgasm ripples and trembles through you while your muscles jerk and twitch, and your nails dig into your own skin at the curve of your knees.

For long seconds, the world stops existing while you sag into the sofa, and the woman still between your legs cleans you up with long swipes. Every touch and lick of her tongue on your sensitive flesh makes you twitch and shake.

When you lift your head to look at her, she grins at you hungrily. "We can start the interview now."

- Masterlist Sweet Asks Patreon

[yanderenightmare]

can you expand on your idea of bully ! Tsukishima from haikyuu??? please, it sounded delicious uwu

Tsukishima Kei

♡ TW: NSFW, dubcon, exhibitionism, "fingering in public"

♡ fem reader

Dinkerbell

“Tch- look at you sitting here like a bookworm~” 

His words snuck up on you from behind, making you suck in a gasp where you sat, concentrating in the quiet library with a pen in your notes and your nose in a textbook – shrinking in your seat under the mean glare of the librarian who told you to hush.

“Who’re you tryna fool, huh?” Tsukishima crudely continued in spite of it, gripping the back of your chair while leaning over – his lips brushing the shell of your ear while he whispered. “Everyone knows you’re just a pretty pair of tits on legs- tch, no one expects there to be any actual brains in here.”

You pursed your lips with furrowed brows and rose from your chair, casting a sour look up at him through the slim glasses he looked down at you through – his face soft but with a sly smirk curling his lips.

You didn’t have time to humor him, you thought while gathering your books into your bag – this assignment wouldn’t figure itself out, no matter how hard you wished it would.

“Aw, come on~ you know I'm just joking~” He stopped you – snatching the textbook out from your flimsy grip and lifting it higher than you could reach.

“It's not very funny, Kei.” You sulked. Halfheartedly grabbing after your book, knowing you wouldn’t reach it either way.

“It’s funny to me.” He replied with a cock of his chin. “Besides, it’s not really my fault you make yourself such an easy target.” Smirk spreading while he glibbed, lazily lowering the book again with eyes giving you a patronizing leer. “You need my help, right?”

You bit your lip, shifting between looking up into his knowing eyes and the heavy calculus book weighed in his palm – then the assignment on the desk. Thinking about how long you’d sat there, pulling on your hair and chewing your pen, stuck on the same equation. 

You gave a defeated huff, sitting back down in surrender – and he offered a soft chuckle, pulling up a chair right beside you, opening the book to the right chapter. 

Your pout never dropped as he started tutoring – staring at the formulas he pointed to with worried eyes, twiddling your pen unsurely with a growing storm of hopeless confusion festering in your head.

You felt close to crying when his arm went from resting on the back of your chair to slipping between you, hand brushing your thigh – traveling beneath your skirt slowly, soon with fingers stroking the warm fabric of your panties.

“Kei…” You whined lowly. “Not here…” Begging with bashful eyes fluttering shyly around the library, terrified that anyone would see.

“You seem distracted… Maybe you want me to tutor you in something else, hm?” He ignored you, keeping his hand tucked between your thighs even as you tried closing them – running his long fingers up and down, teasing your slit through the thin cotton, smiling once feeling you get damp. Despite acting all cute and demure, you’re always so easy.

“We’re in the library, Kei...” You protested, keeping your voice hushed – cheeks heating as your breath flared, trying to keep your hips still.

“Yeah? What better place for you to learn something new?” He said playfully, not bothering with lowering his voice like you as his finger hooked around the trail of your panty and pulled it to the side. “You just need to stay quiet. Shouldn't be hard for someone who never has anything worthwhile to say anyway.”

“Tsukki-” You nagged with an insisting whine, rubbing your knees together to keep him away. Embarrassed and nervous and now hot and bothered – you choked on your heart, praying no one else in the quiet library had taken notice of the two of you.

“Spread wider.” He ordered, unbothered by your concerns – making you yelp with a strict pinch to the inside of your thigh when you didn’t obey. He clicked his tongue. “I told you to keep quiet- I'm not going to detention all because your dumb mouth couldn’t figure out how to shut up.”

You only whimpered with another breath, giving in to his wishes – sinking your teeth into your lip while opening your legs with a quickening heartbeat.

“There you go- good dummy~” He praised, now with a finger diving through your wet slit, up between your swelling pussylips to rub against your perky clitty. 

You moaned under your breath, feeling lightheaded and fuzzy and warm. Withholding further sighs and lusty sounds by biting into your lip, making them come out as petty whimpers instead. Thighs quaking where you fought to keep them open despite the burn in your loins telling you to clamp them shut tight to ride the pleasure that soon washed through you.

“You know… it's okay to be stupid as long as you’re useful in other ways.” He teased – his eyes set on your expression, watching it curl in bliss as you soaked his fingers with slick. Offering a curt chuckle. “And I can think of plenty ways I want to use you.”

He wiped his fingers on your panties and pulled them back in place, patting your cunt in kudos before getting up. 

You were left softly blinking, catching your damp breaths while slowly coming to – enough to see him packing up.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a rush. The half-finished assignment spread on the desk sobering you up – enough to make you pull your thighs back together and send the worry back into your hopeless eyes.

“I gotta spell everything out for you, don’t I?” He sighed, acting exasperated before a grin crept up his face like before. 

He bent down until his face was but a hairs length from yours, one big hand laid flat on the textbook on the desk, balancing him as he curled a finger under your chin. 

“You and I take this assignment back to my place- I finish it for you, and then…” He paused, drumming his fingers on the pages while giving his teeth a quick lick. “I finish you right after.”

You bit your lip in turn, watching him pull his bag up on his shoulder while lifting the book for you to take.

“Sound good?” He asked then, waiting for you with a raised brow.

Smiling once you took the book in both hands with a cute nod to your head. 

“Then hurry it up, Dinkerbell.”

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[daenysx]

guys, please read at your own discretion (i mean it's not something too different from the usual nsfw content i write, it's just that reader touches herself to the thought of aemond and maybe some people can feel uncomfortable, i don't know, i'm a bit shy as i post this)

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader, smut <333

aemond targaryen drives you insane.

he's- he's been on your mind since you got home.

fuck him.

no, that's- that's not what you want.

you just want him to shut the fuck up for only a minute, stop talking, stop saying what he thinks on something that matters too little for the philosophy class. stop trying to impress the professor. stop knowing everything. stop smirking when he gets something right. stop blinking those pretty eyes looking at the book, stop-

he needs to stop before you lose your mind.

you throw your bag on the floor, your messed up room can take a bit more mess because you're not gonna clean it today. not now. your blood's boiling, a thin layer of sweat forms on your hairline. taking off your clothes harshly, you put them on the floor, too.

feeling the cold bed sheets against your hot skin is nice. you close your eyes. calm down. stop going crazy over a man. over this man at least. he's pretentious, he's literally the devil himself sometimes, an insufferable prick. you should dislike him with your entire being.

you should.

the thing is- he's too pretty to be disliked.

you put your hand on your belly. fuck aemond targaryen. fuck his piercing blue gaze, his stupid flowy hair, his perfectly sculpted jawline. one time you saw his bare chest when he was at the training with the team. so fuck his statue-like physique. his abs. his happy trail and-

you need to get over it. you need to. it makes you feel like a fool every time you see him at school. every time when he sits next to you in class. you don't know if you hate him or if you're crazy for him. this is madness. stop thinking about him. stop.

you rub the soft skin of your hip bone. only wearing your panties, it'd be so easy to- but no. not when he's on your mind. squirming helplessly on bed, you move your legs. it's just- just for once. you can promise yourself to never do that again. oh.

sliding your hand inside your panties slowly, you find yourself wet. of course. he's an overachiever even now when he's turning you on, and he's not even here. your free hand plays with your nipple briefly. your entire body feels like it's on fire.

your hand goes down just a bit. you spread the wetness nicely, a shaky breath comes out of your lips. just this time. you need it for the peace of your mind. you'll get him out of your system after you finish. it's just a secret to keep for yourself.

you start rubbing your clit, it feels so nice. you need to be touched, your fingers move on the nub to find a good angle. you can never reach too far with your fingers when you try to stimulate yourself from inside, only managed to come from touching your g-spot once. it never happened again and it frustrates you more when you can't do it by yourself.

you go with the way you like. your eyes closed, your free hand thrown over your head. you move your hips to meet your two fingers, stroking the bundle of nerves. it's okay. you're doing okay. you can imagine him. it's gonna be okay.

his face flashes in your mind. that beautiful smile when he gets something right. oh, those pretty lips curving so nicely when the professor gives him a praise. you smile. why is he so pretty? it's not fair. he'd smile against your skin if he'd be here right now. he'd tell you how good you're doing for him. he looks like the type of guy who talks during sex. he practically never shuts up in class, why would he be silent when he gets you like this?

"there you go." he'd say, his voice low. "touch yourself for me. look at how wet you are, and i haven't even done anything." arrogant jerk. you keep rubbing your clit. almost there.

you think of his hands. the prominent veins showing when he holds his pen too tight. one time he held the door open for you, his hand all spread on the surface, long fingers and clean nails. he looks so clean, so put together. his fingers are definitely longer than yours. you imagine he'd knew how to fuck you with them the way you want.

"please." you whisper against nothing. you're in control yet it feels like you're not. "more. more."

you lift your hips, roll them on bed to meet your fingertips. the wetness is too much suddenly but you can't help yourself. it's the sweetest part, you're almost there. this madness will disappear. you need something- more. something to press harder. you'll lose your mind.

the sudden urge gets you and you take your pillow. putting it between your legs, you start humping. almost ashamed, but there's no reason. you need this. "come on, be a good girl. almost there, such a pretty baby. oh no, are you crying? what's there to cry, you silly girl, no, you can't stop, i told you to keep going."

his voice. fuck his voice. you press yourself harder, two fingers squeezed between the pillow and your body to keep rubbing your clit. come on, come on. you're going insane. he drives you insane. "oh!" you say, can't help yourself. "yes. yes." counting down the seconds.

and then- the tight bubble finally snaps. "aemond!" you whisper desperately. "oh, aemond- fuck." you slide yourself on the pillow, trying to last a bit longer. you hum, satisfied, the orgasm tiring you and clearing your head at the same time. you keep your eyes closed, he's right there. he gives you a proud smile. you've done so well. your back arches like a cat finally, one last movement on the pillow. it's over.

your body falls on the bed. opening your eyes, you see the room has darkened. your tired hand stays limp on your belly, the used pillow is still between your legs. you gotta clean yourself. you gotta drink some water.

you think it's over, this weird feeling you have for your rival. out of your system. your mind can function properly now. it's all okay.

your phone beeps with new messages.

aemond targaryen: hey

aemond targaryen: i was wondering if you'd like to be partners for the next philosophy assignment

aemond targaryen: i have an idea, i think you'll love it

fuck.

[byechristopher]

chris x squirter gf plz ♥️

keep going. [+18]

– Chris Sturniolo smut.

chris x squirter!gf.

Author's note: you ask and you shall receive. Didn't think about it before this request but shit, that is hot. I hope you enjoy, lovelies. ♡ Don't copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: smut smut smut. Just pure filth. Long. Praise kink, squirter gf, don't know what else. Minors dni. Bye.

"Hey, cutie." I smile even though she can't see me through the phone, "I'm okay, how are you? Everything okay with the date?" I ask her. I am on the bed (I'm pretty sure she is, too), laying on my back and I close my eyes.

I can feel myself getting a little cold and I remind myself I am only in my underwear and a simple, thin white top. Not even wearing socks. Shit. I am a little too comfortable to move and I know Chris is taking a shower so, I just stay like this for a while, still talking to my friend.

I don't know how long it's been but me and my friend have talked about 55 different topics and I completely forget Chris is even home. So when I feel soft lips on my leg, I am a little caught off guard – I open my eyes to see Chris. His hair is still wet, water dripping down his body, he is wearing gray sweatpants. I can see his smile as he slowly trails kisses up my leg, all the way up to my thigh.

"I know right.." I try to keep my voice as normal as possible, although I can barely breath as he moves to the other leg. I'm not sure if I hear what my friend actually says.

Chris massages my thighs as he makes himself comfortable in between my legs. Droplets of water fall from his hair and land on my skin but his kisses make sure to keep me warm. He wraps his arms around my thighs and leans closer to where I need him the most – he rubs the tip of his nose against my panties and I try to supress a moan. He grins and places a soft kiss on the fabric. Then he sticks his tongue out and I almost lose it.

"Yeah.. no.. I mean, I guess?" I don't know what the fuck I am saying, all I know is that my boyfriend is fucking french-kissing me down there and I am dripping for him. I hang up as soon as possible and let out a groan.

"Why do you always do this to me?" I whine as I push my phone to the side (of course making sure it is switched off, just in case), spreading my legs a little wider to make room for him.

"Do what, babe?" he hums and continues locking me down there with my panties still on.

"Teasing me when I'm talking on the phone." I glace at him and he gives me an innocent smile back.

"Mhmm sorry pretty, want me to make it up to you?" his smile is always there, even when he hooks his fingers around my panties, slowly pushing them down.

"You better." I groan and as I am about to spread my legs again, he keeps my thighs together and pushes my legs so that my knees touch my chest. My panties are resting on the back of my knees and I can't see him in this position, but I can feel my pussy dripping.

"Shit, you're already making a mess, baby." he whispers before spreading those lips down there, taking my clit in his mouth, licking it hungrily. He slowly pushes his tongue inside of me and my hand immediately reaches behind my legs, finding his hair and grabbing a fistful of it.

"Please, you've tortured me enough today." I moan as he keeps slowly fucking me with his warm, wet tongue.

"Mhmm, that's true." he keeps his voice quiet and after placing a little kiss on my pussy, he sits up and grabs my panties, finally taking them off completely and throwing them to the other side of the room.

He gets up and I follow him with my eyes, trying to think of what he's doing instead of just fucking me already. I stay quiet, though. He sits on the armchair that is right next to them bed and motions me to come over – a little confused, I do as he says.

"I need to fuck you here, like this, I need to see you bouncing on me."

That's the thing about Chris – he could be the most playful, sweetest, smiley person but then, he says something like this when we have sex and I completely lose it. He's such a dirty-talker, I love him.

I immediately grin at his thought, but before I do exactly that, I get on my knees to take his dick in my mouth, after pushing his gray sweatpants down a bit, not taking them off though. He groans, throwing his head back and I place my hand on his chest, rubbing his skin as I continue to move my head up and down in a slow pace. My hand travels up to his throat and he immediately grabs my wrist, pushing his head forward to look at me with a look full of lust. He grabs the hand that's still on his throat and brings him close to his mouth, taking three of my fingers inside of it and I feel myself getting wetter. He sucks on these three fingers and then pushes my hand down, indirectly telling me to rub his dick with my hand.

"You taste so good." I groan and keep moving my hand as I place a soft kiss on the tip of his cock.

Then, abruptly, he pushes my hand away and grabs my shoulders, making me stand up and taking my shirt off, now leaving me completely naked. He grips my waist, fingers digging in my sides, and he kisses my belly gently before turning me around. My back is now facing him and as I feel him pushing me down to basically sit on his lap, my breath gets stuck in my throat.

"Pretty girl. I've been thinking about you all day." he whispers and I can feel him rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy. He finds the entrance and without wasting any other time, he pushes me down on his dick. I scream.

"Fucking.. Chris.." my feet are on the ground, knees are bent, body slightly forward with my hands on his thighs and my ass pressed against him.

"Baby, shit.." he moans and leans forward to place a kiss on my back, hands caressing my thighs.

I know he's not moving to make sure I am okay and adjusting, so I take matters to my own hands and support myself on his thighs, starting to move my hips back and forth. He moans and I can almost hear his smile as he leans back again and grips my hips. He starts moving me up and down on him and I can't stop the loud noises that come out of my mouth.

"Babe.. you're fucking wet.. and so warm.. shit." one of his hands rests on my lower back and then drags itself up all the way up to the nape of my neck. He grabs it and pushes me forward, making me arch my back and perk my ass, as he lifts his hips to fuck me like this.

"Chris.. Chris.. yes! Like this.." I moan as he speeds up, his thrusts now becoming faster, rougher. His hands go back to my ass, squeezing it and slapping it, before grabbing it again and guiding me all the way down so he's balls-deep.

"Come on, pretty. Bounce on my dick, I wanna see you fuck yourself on it." he moans and slaps my ass again.

With my hands on his knees now, I start practically jumping up and down on him, his dick filling me up, "mhmm, I can feel you.. so deep.." I moan, bouncing on his cock, my ass slapping against his skin.

"Shit, shit.." he hums and wraps an arm around my waist, his hand moving up to my breast to pinch and tug on my nipple as his other hand goes down to my pussy, his middle finger rubbing my clit in circle motions.

"Chris! Please!" my moans start to get louder but he keeps the same pace.

"What is it, beautiful? Do you want to cum? All over my dick?" I am lost in the pleasure but I know he's smirking.

"Please." I want to cry from the overstimulation, he's been teasing me all day long and I didn't cum all day.

"Mhmm, I'm not done with you, baby. Get up." he says and I whine because I knew it. I keep moving my hips desperately and he smacks my ass. I groan and slowly take his dick out, getting up and turning around to face him. I am a mess.

He doesn't waste much time this once and immediately pulls me into his lap so that I'm straddling his thighs, guiding his cock to where my entrance is and pushes all the way inside me again. I grab his shoulders and start moving my hips, throwing my head back. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and I look at him, seeing that he hasn't taken his eyes off of my face.

"Like it when I fuck you like this, baby? When I make you mine, over and over again?" he whispers against the skin that's in between my breasts and continues to thrust inside of me roughly.

"I'm.. Chris.. I– please.." I actually feel a tear running down my cheek from all the pleasure and he smiles, grabbing my ass with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. I lose it.

"It's okay, baby. Don't hold back. I am going to let you cum this time." he hums and places kisses all over me. I want to cry happy tears. A sigh of relief leaves my lips and I lean forward, placing my lips against his, my tongue searching for his immediately. He kisses me hungrily, his dick moving inside of me and his thumb still rubbing circles on my clit.

Then, something weird happens. I can feel a wave of pleasure desperately searching for release, but it's not quite the usual one. It's as if it's something.. more. Something that I have no control over whatsoever.

"Chr.. Chris.." I stutter because I can feel my whole body shaking, trembling.

"You feel it, baby, hm? Are you going to cum all over me?" his thumb presses a little harder against my clit and he thrusts into me faster, "are you going to make me wet, too?" he says and I literally scream, my fingers digging in his chest, "cum, beautiful. Cum."

That's all it takes for me to lift myself up quickly, taking his dick out as he squeezes my ass to keep me closer and keeps rubbing my pussy to keep me going – I let out another loud moan/scream and with my body fully trembling now, I finally let go, my juices coming out of me like water, "fuck, baby yes, that's it" I can hear him say and I can feel him cumming with me but I'm still going and he's now fully covered in my juices, from his chest, to his cock, to his sweatpants.

Utterly exhausted, I let my body fall on his, not caring that we're both covered in cum and sweat. His arms wrap around me carefully, making me curl up on his lap and placing little kisses on my head.

"Baby, you okay?" he mutters, his voice hoarse.

I just nod reassuringly and curl up even more against him. He strokes my hair and grabs one of my hands that's resting on his chest, placing little kisses on my fingers, my palm, everywhere.

"Sorry for making a mess, I didn't know.. you know." I whisper, my eyes closed – I'm tired.

"I love you so much, babe. So much." he hugs my head and rests his chin on it, "you're beautiful."

"I love you too." I place a little kiss on his chest.

"I know. Now, come on. Let's go get cleaned up." he picks me up and I chuckle, hugging him, "also, I didn't know you were a squirter. How much hotter can you get?" he teases and I whine, hitting his chest – he laughs, I laugh too.

[disneyprincemuke]

you revitalise my fraying bones

oscar piastri x reader — series masterlist

1005.

you let out a breathy laugh as you look down at oscar, your lips spreading into a toothy smile. you’re balancing yourself up with your hands on his bare chest and his hands on your hips.

“oh, that was,” you feel a blush coming up your cheeks as you look down at him in the glory of his afterglow. “very nice.”

a soft laugh shakes oscar’s body, squeezing you at the hips as he looks up at you. his eyes slowly flutter open as he smiles. “it was. absolutely amazing,” he says in a breathy tone. “thank you.”

“no, thank you,” you giggle. you rest yourself on his torso, resting your weight on his chest as you lean forward. “freshen up then let’s head to dinner?”

“give me a minute,” oscar giggles, pulling you down to his body. your chests touch as he wraps his arms around your bare back. "let's just be like this for a little while. i really enjoy being with you."

you hum in agreement, resting your cheek on his chest. you can feel his heart beating in his chest as he runs his fingertips up and down your back tenderly.

the room is silent, taken over by the sounds of your heavy breathing from the activity you'd just pulled away from. your hand comes up to hold oscar's bicep with your fingers, squeezing them slightly with a smile. you've never felt so at peace anywhere.

previously, falling asleep that isn’t the comfort of your own bed is difficult. but with oscar, anywhere feels comforting. it feels like home, almost.

"hey!" you squeal, lifting your head with a frown. "i'm ticklish, oscar."

"oh," he laughs, pressing his lips into a thin line. "i'm sorry, baby. i hadn't meant to."

"no, it feels nice, actually," you say, dropping your head back onto his chest. "keep doing that."

“i have a spot i think would be great to have dinner at. you’ll love it. my parents and i go there all the time,” he hums. his touches are feather-like, barely grazing your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps at every surface. “shower, baby?”

“absolutely. i’m all sticky and disgusting,” you laugh. you push yourself up, wincing in pain after your knee had been compressed for the better part of five minutes.

oscar’s laugh mixes with yours as he massages the muscles around your knee while you complain. “you’ll be okay. i’m here.”

when you hop into the shower, he joins you shortly. he turns on the water stream, turning it away from you to avoid the cold water from hitting your skin. oscar keeps his hand under the running water, waiting for the heater to take effect.

“weird request,” oscar mutters, turning to you. “can i wash your hair?”

“huh?” your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you look at up at him. you tilt your head. “i’m capable of washing my own hair, you know. you’re so silly.”

oscar rolls his eyes, but a small embarrassed smile stretches his lips. redness creeps up on his cheeks as he tries to explain his predicament to you. “yeah, but isn’t it,” he looks away briefly, “such a romantic gesture?”

realistically, you hadn’t looked at it like that. after engaging in — for the lack of a better word — sex, it’s natural that you cleaned yourself up on your own.

“oh, when you put it that way, then i guess…”

“besides,” oscar says softly, his dry hand tenderly grabbing your cheek. you lean into his touch as his thumb caresses your skin. “you deserve the best. don’t you think so?”

“oscar,” you scoff sheepishly, looking down to avoid the intensity of his stare.

“my sweet girl,” he whispers, lifting your face up and forcing you to look into his eyes. he smiles when your eyes meet and he leans down to press a sloppy kiss on your nose. he sighs, shaking his head. “i don’t understand.”

you raise an eyebrow. “what do you mean?”

“how can anyone mistreat you,” he says softly, his thumb now tracing the shape of your lips. “you’re so easy to love.”

a breath passes your lips when he takes another step forward towards you. nobody has ever said that to you. it’s always “your standards are too high”, and “you make me feel so suffocated”.

nobody has ever told you that it’s this easy. it’s amazing how oscar never made your love feel like a chore. he would always take your complaints, and feedback, into his chest and properly reflect.

he’d eagerly partake in things that you love and gawk at things he doesn’t understand.

all because it’s got something to do with you.

you roll your eyes with a small smile. “okay, you can wash my hair.”

and oscar’s right, as much as you were embarrassed to admit. having someone, your partner, wash your hair and body after being intimate is an experience you never thought was necessary.

life changing, even.

and he massaged your head and washed your hair with a lot of care, careful not to tug on it that would hurt you.

then he helped you wash your body, despite your protests and insistent of being ticklish. it didn’t even seem to matter. every surface of skin oscar touched made you feel every open wound you had close and heal as he went over it.

oscar made you feel so full. everything around you seems to shine in a way that you’d never seen them before. it’s like he had brought about a certain hue of saturation when he walked into your dull life, colouring in the grey skies and your muted surroundings.

oscar wraps the towel around your body and presses a kiss on your shoulder. “i love you.”

you hold the towel against your body and look up at him, stepping out of the shower. you’ve got a hand on the glass that sectioned the wet part off. “i love you. thank you for this.”

“of course, my sweet girl. you deserve the world.”

[d6volution]

Punishment.

caine x f!reader fic.

tags: established relationships, dom / sub undertones, anal sex (w minimal prep) , blow jobs, exhibitionism, dub con(?)

That asshole Gangle couldn't keep her mouth shut.

You hated referring to her in such a manner, but ever since Zooble gave her that damn mask, she's been on a managing rampage.

Punishment? Seriously?

You had enough tension with the ringmaster as it is.. Even though he runs the place as if it never even happened.

Which in turn made you act the same, you wouldn't give him that type of power over you. Not while you're stuck with him for eternity.

SNAP.

The swift friction between Caine's fingers sent you teleporting, although it felt more like flying into his office, you landed on your butt right in front of his desk.

"Ouch.. so this is upper management?" You took a moment to look around, purposely ignoring Caine. "Looks tacky."

"Tsk, tsk! That smart mouth of yours is exactly what landed you here in the first place, you know!" He spoke excitedly, expressing himself with his body language like usual.

You blinked, and Caine was floating above you now, looking down at you with an oddly sinister twinkle in his eye.

"So what? You want me to slave away in that stupid fast food restaurant like an idiot as if—" Your words caught in your throat as the ringmaster pressed his cane beneath your chin. The cool texture made you shiver as he trailed it down and along your throat.

You swallowed.

"Exactly, yes! But, according to gangle you were a very rude employee, ....I thought more of you dear!"

"T.. Those customers were acting crazy, I–I mean one of them had cereal in line! Who does that!?" You sputtered as he continued to stroke your skin with the end of his cane. Using it to tilt your head from side to side as if to inspect you.

"Mmhm, buuuut the customer is always right, or have you forgotten such a simple thing? And to think you used to be so obedient, ha!"

He smoothly added that last bit in, causing your cheeks to heat up. You swallowed, and before you could say another word, you were teleported again, not even able to register the sound of his snapping fingers.

It was disorienting. To say the least.

"Would you stop doing th— ouch!" Your head collided against the wooden desk above you. Only when the pain seemed to ease up did you finally realize he transported you to the cramped space beneath his desk.

You had half a mind to crawl out but had a feeling he would— and he plopped down directly in front of you.

Purposely man spreading. Of course.

You huffed offended, wasn't this supposed to be some type of punishment anyway!?

"Caine, if you think I'm giving you a damn blow job after all this time—!" You remarked in a mocking tone.

"Ah, ah, ah! Stay quiet dear. We'll have company soon!" He said followed by a light chuckle, but you were trying to push past his legs.

He used his leg to push you back with ease, "Oh my, perhaps I should pacify you, how would you like that, my dear?"

"What? Are you insane?" The words escaped your gritted teeth. Despite your words your heart was racing in your chest. He was so nonchalant about all this. It was pissing you off.

"Come now." His voice was oddly calm, and he undid his zipper. His semi hard shaft was pulled from his black slacks.

The pervert.

"This will shut you up won't it? Just like old times!"

You averted your gaze immediately, scooting back beneath the desk as far as you could, "C.. Caine, this.. isn't—"

"Isn't ….what? Oh, perhaps you'd rather have our guest watch you do it out in the open? I can arrange for that!"

"N.. No..!" You jerked and bumped your head again, and just then you heard footsteps in the hall. Man these walls were thin.

"I see, then perhaps you're doing this on purpose, are you trying to make me upset [y/n]?" He scooted back, just enough to give you one of those soulless stares.

One you're oh too familiar with, it triggered something within you. Causing the words to carelessly tumble from your lips.

"N.. No sir.." Instinctively the words came out and you regretted it immediately.

Fortunately, before Caine could comment on it and torture you further, the door opened,

"Ah! Gangle, perfect timing! Take a seat here!"

“Caine.. Were you talking to someone..?” Gangle inquired, taking a look around the office, but it only contained the two of them.

“Oh you know, just phone calls! Busy busy at the workplace!”

He exclaimed, his other hand dipped below the desk and started stroking his cock a few times before curling his index finger inwards, beckoning you over.

Fuck.

You crawled closer towards him, reluctantly.. excitedly? Damn it. how did he flip this entire situation on its head within mere minutes.

Your thoughts began to fog, you could smell his arousal and finally gave in.. planting kisses at his member, before licking a long stripe along his twitching cock until your lips met his tip.

Caine shivered, "Bbbrrr did it suddenly get cold in here!?" He tried to play it off and Gangle just blinked.

"Ah.. no, what I was saying about [y/n] their behavior is beyond disrespectful!" Gangle rambled on , but her voice was garbled in your head.

You'd already taken him further into your mouth, inch after inch. It wasn't until he was fully sheathed in your warm throat did you start to move. Careful not to be too loud.

Caine scoots closer, causing his tip to bump at the back of your throat. You tried to pull back before you gagged but as if predicting you would, the ringmaster grabbed the back of your head and held you in place. Rocking his hips and grinding against your throat.

“Mmph, mnngh-” You tapped at his thigh, struggling to keep up with him and stay quiet.

Damn him.

The ramblings of Gangle were long forgotten by now, even Caine was struggling to maintain the conversation.

He suddenly slammed his fist on the table, maybe it was the way you were drooling on his cock. Or how you tightened around him everytime you gagged. But he was at his limit already, “G-Gangle, I’ve heard quite enough and I’ll deal with this at once now run along!” He quickly dismissed the bundle of ribbons and she did not think to question him or his odd behavior. He’s always odd.

The door shut and Caine pulled out of your mouth, leaving you sputtering and gasping for air. “St-Stay still dear,” He panted and took hold of your chin while he stroked his cock a few times before ropes of cum spurted from his tip and all over your face.

“Ah.. I must've missed your mouth more than I thought, ..you wrung me out like a wet towel!” He laughed.

“Y..you’re a pervert..” The words don’t hold much weight as you lick your lips, tasting his cum on your tongue and poorly wiping the rest off.

“Is that so?” He gripped you under your arms and lifted you onto the desk, “Fortunately!” He snapped, and your clothes disappeared. You tried to cover yourself but Caine already had you sprawled out on his desk, looking in between your legs, a pool of your own arousal was rapidly forming. “So are you.”

“D.. Don’t look, fuck.. You asshole!” You whined, more embarrassed now than upset.

“Leaking like a fountain..” His gaze was intense, even though you were naked you felt as if he were gazing directly into your soul.

“Oh! And don't think I forgot about you calling me sir, earlier.” He added, snapping you out of your little daze.

Unexpectedly an unseen force, or energy..? Pinned you down on the desk, while Caine used his limbs for other matters.. another one of Caine's tricks, you guessed.

You grunted and struggled, you weren't sure why.. your body was so hot. Needy. You needed to be relieved but you were still so mad at him.

“I.. I didn't expect you to remember.. wouldn't be the first timEE— Ah!” You squealed as he tugged you to the edge of the desk, he rubbed his tip against your leaking hole.

“Oh please! How could I forget about my ever so obedient [y/n]!” He prodded against your cunt, and you whimpered instinctively grinding your hips against him.

If Caine could smirk he would, but he just stared down at you, his large tongue briefly rubbing along his teeth.

“Which is why I'm sorry I have to teach you a lesson today! This is punishment, remember?” He dragged his thick tip from your weeping hole down to your ass, poking against the tight entrance teasingly.

“W.. Wha— Caine!” You exclaimed and wiggled , but that unseen force kept you in place. “I.. haven't.. not there..!”

“Oh, sweetheart.. I know that's why I'll guide you!~” He laughed and ran his gloved hand up your body, cupping your breast and gently massaging them.

“Mmh..” You turned your head away from him, embarrassed at how easily you were giving into this. At how good it felt.

“Keep looking away and you'll miss the main event dear!” He pressed against your tight hole again to garner your attention and it was successful.

You couldn't help but glance down at his shaft, twitching needily even after the sloppy blow job.

“J.. Just be gentle..” You sounded so pathetic, but what more could you do?

“Breathe darling,” It was meant to be soothing but it sounded more like a warning, he shifted towards your cunt again. Lathering his cock in your natural lube before pressing against your asshole.

You yelped as he started to sink into the restricting entrance, luckily your natural lube and arousal made it an easier task than you would have thought possible.

“Caine..” You whined.

The ringmaster had to control himself, you looked so cute and vulnerable beneath him. The code embedded in him seemed like it was glitching, failing.

“It's ..fine, dear.. I've always taken care of you, haven't I? Y.. You can take it!” He thrusted hard following his last words, and you shrieked.

“S.. So deep— ah… caine..!” You squirmed, as he thrusted into your tight hole, unable to hide your pleasure any longer.. you felt so pathetic, getting off to him using your ass.

Caine grunted and hooked one of his hands beneath your knees, the other slipped between your legs and gently rubbed circles along the sensitive bud decorating your dripping cunt.

“S.. so good for me, just like old.. times!” He grunted, struggling to keep his composure.

“Going to fill .. you! My dear!” He exclaimed, his pace only quickening. You felt the air being knocked from your lungs, the weight behind his thrusts was too much to bear.

“F.. Fuck caine.. im.. please..!” You were reduced to a teary eyed whining mess, cunt dripping down your thighs as your ass sucked him in desperately.

“S.. So much for punishment, [y/n] .. ! Ha it would seem you're a little anal slut as well! Now take it..!” The ringmaster practically declared, thrusting hard one final time into your ass.

His words sent you over the edge, your legs twitched and hips bucked as you clenched around nothing. “Nngh..!”

Dazed.. and tired, you felt the warm sensation of his cum filling your tight hole, you could hardly move. Your limbs only twitched in response.

“Phew.. well, that was my workout for the day!”

Caine exclaimed happily. “Well then. I hope you learned your lesson.”

[mypoisonedvine]

Please can I request dark Emmett!! Like maybe he keeps you locked in his bunker to be his little "pet"

whyyy is kidnapping so sexy?!!?! and emmett is the perfect one for it ugh I made this more on the soft dark side I hope you don't mind!!

warnings: 18+ only!! dark smut!!, kidnapping and captivity, yandere emmett (kinda?), praise, possessiveness, pain kink, breeding kink, tummy bulge kink

"Don't give me any trouble, now," he warned sternly. "Doesn't have to hurt if you just listen."

You shivered as he ran his hand over your thigh, sighing to himself through his nose. "If... if I do what you say..." you began shakily, already hating that you were offering to obey him, "will you let me go after?"

He looked at you, those bright blue eyes making you shiver slightly, and gave you almost a pitying kind of frown. "I don't wanna lie to ya," he admitted quietly. "No. I'm not gonna let you go."

You whimpered, biting your shaking lip as he leaned in and held your cheek gently, kissing a small tear away. You fought the urge to shrink away, knowing after being held here for a few days already that he didn't respond well to his affections being rebuffed. He'd told you in the beginning that he wouldn't make you do anything, that he wouldn't hurt you-- but you could see even then that his patience was running thin. If you weren't giving him what he wanted, you were just another mouth to feed... and someone to keep his bed warm.

"Please," you started to cry harder, "please, don't keep me here--"

"I already told you," he interrupted sternly, "you're gonna be here, with me. I'll take care of you, and keep you safe, but... but you need to take care of me, too. I tried to be nice, but-- well, I can be mean if I need to. Neither of us wants that."

He lifted your chin, forcing you to blink your wet eyes up at him, and his gaze drifted to your lips-- you knew then that he wasn't going to wait anymore. He was going to take you now, and you were in no position to fight him. So, instead, all you could hope for was to get it over with.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you kissed him suddenly, eyes shut tight.

His lips were soft, but his beard scratched your face a little; you whimpered when his tongue gently pushed into your mouth, making it harder for you to think about anything other that what this was and who you were kissing. His large, rough hand cradled the curve of your waist as he kissed you back, pulling your body close to his, and you (ironically) shivered at how warm he was.

He hummed as he guided you back to the bed-- it was small, way too small for you two to have been sharing it since he started keeping you here-- and laid you on it, breaking the kiss to look down at you tenderly.

"It's okay," he promised as you whimpered a little, feeling him spread your legs to slot himself between them-- he'd only given you a baggy shirt to wear, not even panties, and so all he had to do was lift your legs to see you. "Oh, beautiful," he sighed, and you bit your lip and looked away.

He pushed the shirt up higher, humming as he felt your chest, and you shut your eyes just before you felt him wrap his lips around a hardened nipple. You didn't mean to moan, and really, it wasn't a moan-- more just a sound of surprise-- but he moaned back as he suckled at your chest.

He seemed to get a little more desperate after that, breathing heavily as he pulled back and quickly pulled the shirt off over your head-- kissing your lips again hungrily as he opened his belt and jeans. You felt strange, being naked under him while he was still basically completely dressed, but then again the whole ordeal was pretty strange.

You tried to hide your reaction when you caught a glimpse of his cock, but you couldn't really help it: your eyes went wide and your throat dried up, terrified to imagine how that was supposed to fit inside you.

But you couldn't look at it for very long, he laid down over you and rubbed it over your waiting pussy with a long, satisfied sigh.

"You're wet," he noticed in a whisper as he slid through your folds; you were, though you weren't sure why, and the way his voice sounded as he pointed it out seemed to only make it worse. "I'll take it slow," he promised, kissing by your ear. "O-or, I'll try, at least."

Pushing his hips forward, you both gasped when his fat head finally broke through your body's resistance; it stung, and you winced, but he moaned softly.

"Warm," he sighed, "and tight, fuck, so tight-- you can take a little more, right?"

But you whined and dug your fingers into his shoulders as he pushed in deeper, stretching you more than you were ready for.

"Oh, am I hurting you?" he breathed. "Sorry, I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to..."

You heard the conflict in his voice, though: he wanted to be sorry for hurting you, but it clearly aroused him to see you struggling to fit him.

He moved further inside again and watched your face in awe as you yelped, trying to grab his hips to keep him from going in anymore, but he plunged on with a low moan. "Oh, god," he choked out, "you can take it, sweet girl, I promise you can take it."

With one more sharp movement, he managed to completely sheath himself inside you, and your legs shook from the pain of the intrusion.

He grunted, head falling back a bit, before burying his face in your neck and sighing against your skin. "I knew you could be good for me," he breathed, "oh, my beautiful girl-- all mine now, aren't ya? My pretty thing."

He set his pace, not too fast yet but not nearly as slow as you would've wanted-- actually, you didn't want him to move yet at all, and even his gentle and patient thrusts made your face twist.

"Mine," he panted, moaning a little more as his hand rested on your head, thumb gently stroking your hair. "I'll take such good care of ya, I swear. You won't even miss it, bein' all alone out there... gonna keep you fed and warm and safe..."

You sighed a little, trying to relax at the thought.

"Gonna get you pregnant," he added rather abruptly, and you tensed up-- everywhere. He groaned as your walls clenched on his cock, and started to fuck you faster. "Mm, you'll be so pretty, nice and full with my baby..."

You were speechless-- you could beg him not to do that to you, but you were quickly realizing that that was what he wanted with you all along. Sure, he had physical needs he wanted taken care of with you, but that was clearly secondary to an even more primal desire. His hand moved down from your head and came to rest on your stomach-- the very lowest part of it, below your belly button-- and your eyes rolled back as you realized you could feel him there, that deep inside you.

"I can see it, fuck," he choked as he pulled his hand back to get a look at it, at the place where, just barely, his thrusts created a bulge inside you. "Right there, that's where I'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl."

You held tightly onto him, terribly overwhelmed but desperate for something to cling to.

"You'll be the cutest little mommy," he cooed, "and we'll be a family. We'll be happy, I promise. You'll be happy here-- you and our babies."

He didn't waste any time throwing out the plural there, did he? That, finally, was enough to make you protest: "Emmett," you gasped, "wait, I--"

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, holding onto you tighter and giving you a thrust so deep that you choked on your own whine. "It's okay, sweet girl, it's what you're meant for."

[out-there-tmblr]

Young zaundads wip (37)

***

"Five bronze," Babette says, when Silco asks if he can borrow clothes for a day. "With a thirty bronze deposit, in case they don't come back in the same condition."

In case they don't come back at all, Vander thinks. "I should come with you."

Silco rolls his eyes. It's not the first time Vander's suggested they should do this together and every time Silco says he'll draw less attention on his own. Someone Vander's size is going to be noticed in Piltover.

"I mean it," Vander says. "You've never even been over the bridge before. At least I've been in Piltover."

"As a child. Picking pockets while your mother worked," Silco replies, picking through the choice of shirts Babette spread over the table. "There is no way anyone looks at you and doesn't immediately know you're from the undercity."

"But you'll blend right in?" The worst thing is that Silco might blend in up there. He's always been a little too pretty, manners a little too fine, to fit in well in the mine.

"In the right clothes, hopefully." Silco holds up a black vest and a burgundy shirt to Babette, but she shakes her head. Silco picks up a pale green shirt instead, with an embroidered collar and fabric so thin you'd be able to count his ribs. "It would be a different story if Babette had any clothes that would fit you. You don't, do you?"

The yordle tilts her head, sizing Vander up shamelessly. "A pair of curtains, maybe."

"Cute," Vander says and Babette shrugs at him.

Silco strips off, and pulls on the too-thin shirt. "This isn't dangerous. It's not illegal to enquire about land ownership with a council office."

"And we all know enforcers have never arrested someone doing something that's technically legal." Vander crosses his arms, still unhappy. He watches Babette fetch a different vest, a rich blue, and a silver-grey long jacket to finish. The jacket is a little too tight on the waist, doesn't quite button up, but the overall look…

He looks like a topsider, wearing pale colours that would be smeared with soot by the end of the day. A shirt too thin to be practical, a jacket cut too close to be comfortable. He looks like someone else.

"Do up every button." Babette eyes Silco carefully. "You might need a tie."

Neither of them has any idea how to tie it, but Kane hustles Silco out of Babette's kitchen and makeshift office to sit him in front of a mirror. It takes a few demonstrations and a few practice runs, but Silco gets it eventually. Silco eyes his reflection, all sharp, pressed lines and soft colours. "What do you think?"

Kane laughs, her blond curls moving with the sound. "You look like a topsider wearing your best clothes. Try to look a bit more relaxed, like you wear this every day."

Silco looks at Vander in the mirror. "What do you think?"

"I think I'd feel better if I was coming with you," Vander says, and there's a flash of worry on Silco's face that suggests he might feel the same. It's gone quickly but it was there. "But I'm itching to punch you, so you look like a Piltie."

"How reassuring."

***

Vander does his best to hide his nerves, but he doesn't truly relax until Silco turns up at the mess hall, two hours before curfew. He's back in his own clothes: thick dark pants, dark cotton tops soft with wear, sturdy mining jacket. Seeing him is such a relief it makes Vander grin.

"Finally," Connol says, getting up and taking the spare seat next to Benzo, leaving Silco space to slide up against Vander. "He's been waiting for you all night."

"I was at Babette's." It's not a complete lie. There's dark liner along his lashes, a sure sign that Silco changed at Babette's on the way here. "Her workers had a few requests."

"If you get any more of that red lip stain," Felicia says, leaning across the table, "I want first dibs. I'm nearly out."

"Noted," Silco says, going so far as to pull out his notebook to actually write it down. He does keep records of requests and waiting lists.

Vander finishes his next drink and then makes their excuses. It's not that he doesn't trust his friends, but talking in a crowded hall isn't smart. They walk to the far side of the courtyard and then duck into the old mining tunnels, following their path back to their room. These days, Vander could walk that path in the dark.

"How did it go? Any trouble with the enforcers?"

"Turns out the enforcers don't bother you if they think you're one of them." Silco steps through the tunnel, sure-footed and certain, even with the lantern turned down low to preserve power. "It went better than expected. The land is abandoned, it was never sold. There's no access to the river or water, and no coal beneath it. It's considered worthless."

Just because Pilties won't pay for it, doesn't mean they'll give it away for free. "But it still has a price, right?"

"Administration fees to transfer ownership. A certificate fee to be able to prove it. I even had to pay for a copy of the forms to complete," Silco pauses, looking up at Vander as he holds the door open. He closes it behind Vander and locks it with a little metal latch Connol made. "Eighty-seven gold all up."

"So not impossible," Vander says, "but…"

"More than we have right now," Silco finishes. "There's a delivery of gas masks coming next week, that will get us close. But I'll have to check with the harbour master and see what ships are due before the end of the month."

Vander shrugs his jacket off and hangs it up. Everything they buy is based on trust and spoken agreements. They're not topsiders with legal contracts. If they don't have the funds to pay for each delivery, the next delivery won't come. They can withdraw more funds when the cash box comes next but they'll need enough funds to pay the next month's deliveries as well.

Silco holds out his jacket and Vander hangs it inside his own. They get undressed quietly, Silco lost in his own thoughts, as he undoes buttons and hangs clothes around the room. Turn the lantern down until it's a bare glow in a room of shadows.

"So it will take some time," Vander says, getting into bed. He holds the blankets up until Silco slides in beside him. "We didn't expect it would be easy."

Silco gets in, bare skin cool against Vander's side and feet this side of freezing. He curls up against Vander, head resting on Vander's arm. "Is it too much to ask that something could be easy?"

Vander presses a kiss to Silco's forehead. "Maybe this is the easy part."

"What?"

"You and me," Vander murmurs against his skin, wrapping an arm around Silco's lean chest. "Maybe that's the bit we get easy."

There's just enough light to see Silco's smile, the pleased glitter in his eyes. "Maybe."

***

[moremaybank]

Reader feeling stressed and JJ sitting on the bed, leads you in between his legs and starts fingering you until you squirt

-͟͟͞☆ stress relief with jj...

warnings fem!reader, fingering, squirting, dirty talk/language, praise (PLEASE gimme a jj rn i need him so bad)

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"Baby, I can hear your thoughts from all the way over here."

"It's fine, J. I'm almost done," you say, returning to your assignment. "Five more minutes."

"You said that two hours ago."

You swivel around in your chair, away from your desk to face him. You pinch the bridge of your nose with a huff. "It has not been two hours, J. Don't be so dramatic."

"Has too." JJ taps at his phone and turns the screen to face you. "See? I've been timing you since you said it. Two hours, seventeen minutes and fifty-four seconds."

Your jaw drops, and the guilt washes through you. It feels like it's been ten minutes since you said that at most. School has really been driving you crazy, not to mention juggling work alongside it.

"C'mere. Drop your shorts."

Your eyes threaten to pop out of your head. "What? No! You drop your shorts!"

He cocks his head to the side, giving you a look. "I'm not gonna ask you again. Shorts and panties off, baby."

Once you're naked from the waist down, he motions you over to him, spreading his legs apart so you can sit between them. He brings two fingers to your mouth, silently instructing you to suck on them and get them wet. You gasp when they come into contact with your core, and lean back further into JJ's hold. He then circles your clit softly, starting to warm you up.

"You're wearin' yourself thin, princess. 'M gettin' worried about you."

"You don't n-need to be. I got it."

"I know you do, superwoman," he says. "But that doesn't mean I'm not here to help."

JJ kisses the skin of your exposed shoulder (internally thanking the gods that you chose to wear a tank top), as he tries to soothe you and give yourself over to him fully. He wanted you out of your head and in the moment, well-aware of all the pent-up stress you're holding in. His unoccupied hand cups your breast through the thin and flimsy fabric covering it, feeling your bud perk up underneath his palm.

"Mm," you sigh, your hand coming over his while he kneads the soft flesh.

"Gonna get you to relax, baby. Let me do that for you," he pleads.

You nod, your eyes shutting as his fingers abandon your clit and probe at your seeping entrance. He pushes the tip of his middle finger inside, just enough to tease you but not nearly enough to satisfy your cravings. "Not fair. Don't tease."

He chuckles and it vibrates against your skin. "Fine, but only 'cause you've been working so hard."

He slides in knuckle-deep and coiling into your sweet spot. His fingers work wondrously, and you're melting into him more and more as time passes.

"I love your ambition, princess. Your determination. It's sexy as fuck. But you gotta make time for yourself. Rest is just as important."

Your legs feel woozy, and he quickens his pace. He punts against your g-spot, and he's almost drunk on the sounds emitting from your lips. He wets the fingers of his other hand using his mouth, and they start to rub at your clit.

"J, shit. Oh my god, feels so good," you whimper. "'M gonna cum."

"Let it out, baby. Show me how good you are," he encourages. "You got it, c'mon."

Pleasure it hitting you from all over. It's buzzing in your veins, and your skin feels like it's on fire. And the words being whispered in your ear by your boyfriend are only heightening that pleasure. Having a man that talks you through it works wonders, and if it hadn't happened so many times before, you'd be astounded.

"Gonna feel so good, mama. You're gonna squirt for me, get this entire bed soaked, right?"

That's what does it. You let out a high pitched whine, starting to clamp down on JJ's thick fingers, and your release flows out like you're a broken faucet. JJ keeps milking it out of you over and over. You honestly never thought you could squirt so much, not until this very moment, and the relief is wonderful. It's too much and yet you can't get enough all at the same time.

"Keep going, pretty girl. Bein' so good for me. Bet this feels amazing, right?"

And though you can barely nod for him, your volume-increasing cries are enough to signify that you're loving it.

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[lalalunel]

Pathetic Leon pt. 7

word count: 837

Figured i should include a word count bc this feels (and def is) longer than the other parts. also trying to make it somewhat neat?? an attempt, pls cut me some slack

Leon was pacing around his living room nervously while waiting for you to come back from class, his nails bitten down to skin at how hard he was stressing. What should he say? How could he put you down gently without hurting your feelings? How did he avoid telling you he felt the same? That one was stressing him out the most. 

He froze in his place when he heard the lock disengaged, the door opening to present you, a happy look on your face as you carefully balanced two coffee cups in your hands. You looked up to see Leon there, a smile spreading on your face that made Leon want to forget about saying anything at all. “Hey,” you greeted, which he returned as calmly as he could. “I got coffee after class, figured I’d get you some too.” 

“Thanks..” His heart aches as he takes the cup of coffee from your hand, staring down at it almost with a guilty expression. He looks back up at you as you go to settle down, gently grabbing your wrist to keep you in place. “I actually need to talk to you for a sec,” he calls out, gaining your attention instantly. “I uh… I heard your conversation last night..” he says outright, figuring the best way to get this over with was to rip the bandaid right off. 

Your eyebrows raise. “Huh?” He drops his grip on your wrist, awkwardly taking a sip of his coffee as he tries to collect his thoughts. The coffee scalds his tongue. “The walls are thin..” He can’t stand looking at your face, the way you recoil from embarrassment and what is probably shame. “You weren’t very quiet so I.. overheard everything…” 

You’re unable to meet his eyes after he speaks and clearly embarrassed, and he instantly wishes he could suck his words right back into his mouth. Not having your pretty eyes on him because of him makes him want to commit a crime against himself in retribution. He presses on, however, word vomiting in a mild bit of nervousness. “I'm flattered, really, I just.. As your father’s friend, I can’t indulge you in any way, y’know? He would have my head if he knew anything happened between you and me.” 

You still don’t say anything or look at him and his mild nervousness turns almost into a panic. Did he just ruin his relationship with you? “Plus I’m way too old for you, sweetheart. You’re in college and you’re pretty, I’m sure there’s plenty of nice guys that would suit you better, yeah?” You only answer him with more silence and it all but drives him mad.

“Please say something,” He pleads, unable to stand the silence you give him. He would never be able to forgive himself if somehow he just crushed you. 

“..I’ve known the walls are thin..” It’s the first thing you say after a while of silence, and it throws Leon for a loop. He looks at you with an obviously befuddled look as you finally turn to look at him again, your expression pinched. “It goes both ways, y’know.” 

Leon stares at you, processing before your words seem to click. 

If he could hear you, hear your friend who was over the phone, there was nothing stopping you from hearing him too. Like maybe when he was groaning and whimpering your name under his breath none too quietly as he desperately jerked off to the thought of you after seeing you in those shorts from the other day and after he heard your conversation.

The realization made his eyes widen, a look of pure horror over taking his face. You don’t have to say anything further for him to understand what you mean, and yet you still do. “I heard you, jerking off and saying my name. So you’re too old for me, but I’m not too young for you?” 

The question makes him cringe, his entire demeanor deflating. How does he even respond to that? What can he say to salvage this? “Listen, I-- that--” You have him stumbling over his words trying to fix this. “I can’t-- You weren’t supposed to hear that. I meant what I said, I can’t indulge you. I am too old for you, and you are too young for me.” 

You don’t seem all too pleased with that answer. Leon figures as much from the way you mumble ‘hypocrite’ under your breath, thinking he won’t catch it. “Okay,” you reply simply and curtly. Leon can barely press you on the answer before you’re already walking towards his guest room, shutting the door behind you firmer than he would deem normal. 

He stares blankly where you were before, at a loss for words. Did that go well? Definitely not. Whatever high regards you held him in before that were definitely tarnished beyond belief. Leon can only stand there, his cup of coffee growing cold in his grasp as he regrets opening his mouth in the first place.

~~~

oooh, let's pretend it didn't take me like a week to write something this short oooh

if it makes it any better, I'm already writing part 8 :D

[rfaromance]

kissing Saeyoung's hands!!!

"It doesn't even hurt!"

"Please don't fuss over this!"

"I'm telling you, honey butter, I'm fine!"

Saeyoung's protests fell on deaf ears as you dragged him to the bathroom, where the lighting was better. You didn't care what he had to say; the cut on his hand looked nasty, and you weren't going to risk letting anything happen to your lover.

"Look, it's not even bleeding anymore!"

You snorted as you pushed him against the countertop. "Sit," you ordered, and with a grumble Saeyoung obediently plopped himself on the counter. "It is still bleeding!" you wailed in dismay, as you held his hand up to the light.

"So you can hear me."

"Saeyoung Choi!"

Hastily you dug out first aid supplies from the cabinet. As you searched for bandages and ointments, you could spot a dark hoodie shuffling out of the corner of your eye. "Don't even think about leaving," you snapped. "You are getting patched up here and now!"

The shuffling stopped.

Heaving a huge sigh, you returned to Saeyoung with supplies in tow. Carefully you reached past him to turn on the faucet, soaking and soaping a washcloth. You then turned back to Saeyoung and gently grabbed his injured hand. He didn't resist you this time, but rather tutted dramatically as you began to dab at the wound.

"Saeyoung... how in the world did you manage this?"

"One of my babies is in her rebellious teen phase."

"You mean there could be OIL in here, and you weren't going to let me clean it?" The horror and exasperation in your voice were powerful enough to make him wince.

"It's really not a big deal," he began, but you firmly squeezed his hand to shut him up.

After you'd wiped off the dry blood, you were able to see his injury clearly for the first time. A gash on the side of his hand, running from the bottom of his pinky finger to the top of his wrist. "This is the length of your palm," you fretted.

"Couldn't even tell."

His tone was different, somehow. He'd stopped arguing but also was acting less blasé. Now he just sounded... tired. Resigned. Hollow.

"It really doesn't hurt?" you asked softly. Carefully you put the washcloth in the sink, and you reached out to get the antibiotic ointment. "It didn't even sting when I washed it?"

"Not even a tickle."

You didn't want to believe him, but as you spread the ointment over his injury, he didn't flinch once. You gave his palm an experimental squeeze, wondering if he'd react. "Shoot!"

The pressure had opened the cut once again.

"I felt that," Saeyoung commented as you grabbed the washcloth again to dab at the edges of the wound. "It just... felt no different than picking up a shoe or opening a doorknob."

You reapplied the antibiotic that you had wiped off, furrowing your brow as thoughts raced around in circles in your head. Had his fingers always been this calloused? Had his knuckles always been covered with this many old, faded scars? Had his fingers, thin as they are, always been this muscular? Your own hands suddenly felt so feeble, so flimsy, as you began winding gauze around his hand, over and over.

"I can't afford to feel too much pain," was all he offered in explanation. "Not the way I've lived.

"Hands like mine don't deserve tender care from someone like you."

Having just put on the last stretch of bandages, you looked up at him with sorrow in your eyes. Much to your dismay, he was looking up at the ceiling, perhaps unable to meet your gaze.

You didn't know the full extent of the things that he had done to keep himself and Saeran alive; you didn't particularly care. All that mattered was that you knew he undertook those actions and made those choices in the name of love. He was a good person.

He had stopped trying to push you away, so why did he have to talk as if he was still damning himself? Did he plan to live the remainder of his life joyfully, but then spend his afterlife in flames? You didn't quite know or understand his feelings on that matter.

But you did know you loved him, and that he deserved every reminder you could give him.

"Your hands can't feel anything anymore?" you murmured, the lilt in your voice clearly prompting him for an answer.

"If only."

The detached, distant expression on Saeyoung's face immediately melted away, replaced by one of awe, caution, fear, and wonder, as your lips began to peck at each and every one of his knuckles. Then his fingertips. Then his (bandaged) palm. You even nudged the injured side of his hand with your nose, gently so as not to aggravate the wound. "Nothing at all?"

His tearful golden eyes met yours directly as he whispered, "Maybe there's something after all."