#i wanna lick her chest 👀

[butmakeitgayblog]

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[sanjisblackasswife]

TIMI TIMI TIMI TIMI TIMI plEAASEEeeEeeEe can we have some bath sex with law👀👀👀👀👀

“𝔹𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕥𝕙”

ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴅɪʟꜰ!ʟᴀᴡ

…I hope you don’t mind me using older Law😞💕

CW: Age gap(Law is 40, Reader is in her early 20s), Bath sex ofc, Reverse Cowgirl, Oral, Teasing

“You..wanna..take a bath ..together?”

“Yeah.” His lips landed on your shoulder, you shiver at his cool plump lips touching your warmed skin, his sudden moments when he is touchy like this never cease to make you flustered.

You sit stiffly still between Law’s large legs beside you in the tub, he washes your back and arms so carefully you swore he was somehow trying to get a rise out of you.

“Y’okay?” His low tone makes your body loosen into his touch. You’ve never taken a bath with him before. He’s usually has such a busy work schedule that you never have time to him for yourself so the proposal of it all was a bit foreign to you.

“I am..I just—oh!”

He kissed your neck again, his warm breath in contrast to you colder skin forces a small whine out of you. Law’s hands doesnt falter either, he forgets the towel in his hands and places his hands all over your body, from your neck, down to your breast in which he uses to squeeze so lovingly, his index finger and thumb are met with your erect nipple, tugging and pulling.

“Mmmm…” You sigh, your pretty soft voice bouncing off the walls of his tall ceiling bathroom.

Law always took his time with you when making love, such difference between him and your exes. They were your age, way more energy, always quick to get off without thinking of your satisfaction, but with him?

It’s like day and night.

He took his time, foreplay wasn’t in the bedroom with Law either, it was this morning when he kissed your shoulder as you put on your clothes, it was when he called you in his tired voice praising about how beautiful you looked today and he just had to tell you to get it off his chest, it was the way his warm hands lingered over your exposed skin when staring you down in the mirror. Almost like he wanted to eat you whole.

Law was a man of savoring all of you. And he plans to do it tonight.

His body is towering over yours even from behind while his arms keep you in place for him to play with you as he wanted.

While his lips traveled from your neck to your ear he whispers for you to stand up and lean over him.

Lost in the pleasure you slowly do so, not realizing how embarrassing you look standing over him, your soapy cunt right in front of his face and your hands are touching the cool tile wall.

Law glances up at you, biting his lip subtly he splashing some water to rid of the suds and waste no time in pushing you inside his mouth.

You jerk, almost losing balance but his hands under your ass and thighs kept you in place. He looked so slutty latching and suckling his mouth on your pussy. His cheeks going hallow everytime he slurped you up.

“L-Law!”

He uses one hand to squeeze twin fingers in. As if you didn’t feel overwhelmed enough he curled his fingers to milk you for everything you had. It was so embarrassing how easily he makes you squirt

and how much.

“C’mon…” He mumbles under the hood of your clit making your back arch, “Cum for me.”

You look down, his golden piercing eyes are so low lidded but looking right up at you, his head mouth side to side while he licks you. Replacing his fingers with his tongue he spreads your lips further apart, tongue fucking you to get you closer.

“I’M—!”

“That’s it, “ Law grunts, holding you with both hands now seeing as you just had to grab his hair, “That’s it, baby, cum..just for me you can do it.”

Your noises, the water splashing, his groans all were too much, you felt your body shake from above naturally, causing your knees to give out.

No worries Law catches you, bringing you down as you come down from your blissful orgasm.

“Here.” Without giving you a break Law aligns you down on his tip, he’s in no rush to start fucking you so he lets you just warm him for a bit, you felt more full than before, you swore if you were laying down you’d have a small bulge.

“Feel better?” Law teases a bit kissing your cheek as you lay in his neck, giving him small whimpers and clamping down on him. “Just relax”

His voice calms and arouses you all at the same time, so deep, so rasped, you just let him do whatever he wants to you.

You start to feel Law rock his hips, in an instant you begin to moan his name,

“Law….~.”

“I know…I know..”

He leans back, keeping you buried in his neck he bounces you up and down. Having a firm grip on your ass you wrap your arms around his neck, biting his shoulder a little.

He strains out a chuckle, you were always a biter, always making him have to explain his bruises to his colleagues the next day.

Skin slapping and hip snapping you felt so close again, but Law knew, so he slowed down.

“‘Wanna make it last…” He breathed out, throwing his head back you look up at him and turn around, “Wh—? Oh fuck—“

With such a beautiful view of your ass, halfway submerged in the body of bubbly water he grabs your hips. You wanted him to feel good too so you moved on your own.

“Good..girl—-shit!”

Law’s mouth was gapped, eyes were trying to stay on your ass bouncing on his pelvis but they kept rolling back, “Fuck fuck yes!”

You moan in delight, Holding on to the right of the tub you grind and move against him, and there was your orgasm approaching.

“M’close!” Law spread his legs wider, his grip on your getting tighter, “Cum—fuck—please cum with me!”

His voice started to break, his noises were almost prettier than yours. You pick up the place, water getting all over the floor as you both reach an orgasm together.

As you almost went limp, Law grabs you to lay flat against his chest, latching his lips onto yours, while rubbing circles on your clit to ride out your high.

He swallows your moans, The kisses got sloppy as well as his circles. Slowing down he pulls away to see your tired eyes. He smirks.

“Feel…better?” You weakly joke back at him making him laugh a little. He kissed your forehead, moving your body to be held just for a moment longer before taking you to the room, dry you off, and sleep bare in the comfy sheets of your bed.

Law loved baths with you.



[callmemickey]

Pepsi cola gmfo!!!!!😮‍💨😭🫨 my brain is fried i love pleasure dom!simon SO much im gonna manifest this man into my life😫 that being said, I for one would love to see what happened that one time reader tried to sneak up on him and got a firsthand demonstration on what would’ve happened to her if she had been an intruder 👀🍿

oh my god girl noooo 😭 no i couldn’t POSSIBLY wri-

A dreaded late night at work was suddenly flipped into a whirlwind of excitement: no overtime! Your boss said it could wait until the next week, and you could realistically schedule in the work next Wednesday, so you brimmed with happiness. You would gladly stress and fret at work next week just to savor today.

You pulled into your driveway, a burst of energy coursing through you as you were bubbling to see your fiancé. You have frequently been coming home exhausted and much later in the evening, so coming home at the proper time? It was one of the most thrilling moments of your adult life, but coming home on time to your fiancé? Electrifying.

With an urge to surprise him, you kept your eye on the front door as you turned off your car, slinking like a weasel to the porch. You licked your bottom lip before biting it to keep back your giggles. Pulling your keys from your purse, you slowly but firmly slid the key into the door, gingerly twisting it. You exhaled, steadying yourself. Hand on the handle, you turned cautiously, anxiety shooting through your hands.

You opened the door, peeking inside before tiptoeing in, gently shutting and locking behind you. To minimize sound, you were able to slide off your work shoes. You looked down the dark hallway, noting that Simon didn’t hear you, or, at least, he wasn’t standing there waiting. You were tentative, however, with the way you hesitantly moved down the hall, gliding with your pantyhose on.

Peeking, eyes just past the doorway to the living room, you spied on Simon. He sat on the couch on the far end, his back to you with something nonsensical on the television. You narrowed your eyes as you quietly shuffled your feet to the couch, your arms creeping up while your heart pounded incredibly loud in your ears. You were just upon him, feeling as if you just trumped him in stealth - and it almost caused you to laugh.

Your hands, so gentle and featherlight, went to his shoulders. You wanted to quickly then wrap your arms around his chest, as a cute little surprise! But what you failed to realize, which you continue to do, is that your fiancé, a Lieutenant with some crazy special operations unit, couldn’t be surprised.

It was probably because he heard your car in the driveway, the front door unlocking, opening, closing, and relocking, and your feet shuffling on the floor with your breath staggering from excitement and giggles.

Faster than a snake striking its prey, Simon’s hand grasped at your arm, his other hand swooping behind to grab at your back, and with a strong, inhuman pull, flipped you over the couch and onto your back. A yell left your mouth as you flew through the air and landed with a huff. Pinning your hands to your sides, Simon spun around on the couch to straddle you.

“You’re lucky I knew that was you. Wanna know what’d I do if you were a thieving little mouse?” His tone, something you rarely heard, was a threat, but it was still oozing lust.

You were breathless for a moment, his hardened cock tenting his sweatpants, facing you proudly. You looked at it momentarily, jaw slacking and mouth salivating before blinking your gaze back up to him, half-lidded. “Yes,” you sighed eagerly, your heat spreading through your cunt, a wetness rubbing against your panties.

He smirked, lowering the band of his sweatpants and underwear, his gorgeous, thick cock springing free. Your breath stopped for a second, watching the tip bob up and down in your face before standing erect with a slight droop from the heaviness. Oh, fuck, you were so excited to be home.

Simon began rubbing his cock, pre cum beading at the head. He was horny for a while, thinking about you coming home, but reaching peak arousal when he realized you were trying to stealthily surprise him. Cute. So cute that he wanted to fuck that smirk right off of your face.

You squeezed and rocked your hips, rubbing your thighs as you tried to find some semblance of pleasure as Simon was in his. He wouldn’t give. You looked up at him. “Really?” You asked in a sad voice, feeling teased.

“Aww, hah, you think a naughty little thing like you gets to cum?” A rhetorical question. Your mouth went dry and you blinked at him, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance.

Simon shifted up your chest, his groin just about to press your face, his heat emanating onto you. You moaned softly, excitedly, a smile filled with anticipation on your face. His hand still on his cock, he lightly tapped your cheek with his firm erection. You giggled, closing your eyes for a moment before looking back up at him.

“Open.” His tone was curt, demanding.

You obeyed. “Yes, sir.” Your voice rang, hiding a smirk while his hand tensed briefly at your response. Your jaw hung down, tongue out, your hot mouth beckoning him to enter.

His tip pressed onto your tongue and into your mouth, and you immediately began to bob your head onto his cock. Simon sighed, his hand moving to your hair, pulling it out of the way. You gagged, tears biting at your eyes.

“You don’t have to go that hard, baby,” he reassured in a soft voice.

You popped your mouth off of his cock. “But I thought I was a bad girl?” You asked with a pout.

He smirked, falling back into his role. “Yeah - and a fuckin’ slutty little thief, too.” He added, pushing his cock into your mouth, allowing the gags and tears.

Simon struggled with staying in character it seemed, too high strung to want to continue if there was a semblance of him hurting you. What he was going to learn was that his dominance made you painfully horny, a pool laying in your panties.

He popped his cock from your mouth, sighing at seeing you swollen red lips, saliva dripping and drooling from your mouth, mascara smeared. Your eyes were half-lidded, visibly glazed as you looked at him with neediness.

“Jesus fuck, Y/N.” He sighed before sliding back down your body, your hands freeing.

Simon grabbed your blouse and ripped it, buttons flying across the living room as a shrill gasp involuntarily came from you from the shock. You glared at him. “Simon, that was hundreds-“

“I’ll buy you another one.” His tone was rushed as his hands snaked behind your back and undid your bra, pulling everything off from the top of your body. The man was desperate.

His hands groped deeply at your breasts, squeezing your nipples firmly, and you yelped at the movement. Simon got off of you briefly, and before you could react, he flipped you over on the couch so you were lying on your stomach. He straddled your thighs, pushing up your skirt to reveal your ass.

He angled your hips up, and, startling you, ripped your pantyhose in half to reveal your black thong. You moaned at his aggression, his hands pulling your panties down and spreading your ass. He inhaled as you whimpered, your cunt, glistening and wet, felt the cool air hit, causing a shiver to ripple up your back.

Simon’s fingers rubbed in between your folds, momentarily circling your clit before submerging them inside your needy hole. You cried out as he gave a few experimental thrusts. “You this fuckin’ wet, huh?” He chuckled, “Needy little slut.”

He pulled his fingers out, another cry leaving you as you felt the head of his cock press against your entrance. You whined, wiggling your hips against him, trying to usher him to plunge into you. A harsh slap stung your ass, causing you to yelp. “Simon!” You gasped, looking back at him.

His normally warm brown eyes seemed almost pitch black with desire, face serious. He squeezed your ass almost painfully, causing you to whimper. Before you could open your mouth again, he pushed his cock in, sheathing completely in one thrust.

A cry left you as he pulled back, and began fucking you with a fierce speed, your cunt barely stretched and ready. You let out a series of sharp moans, his cock angled and hitting that spot inside your pussy just right. “O-o-oh my g-god,” you gasped, beginning to lose your breath as the pleasure was building incredibly fast.

“You’re so cute- ah, thinkin’ you can sneak up on me. Like I didn’t hear you the moment you pulled in.” His hips snapped against your ass, your eyes rolling back as his cock drilled so hard into you, repeatedly hitting that sweet spot over and over.

“S-Si-Si-Simon-,” you squeaked with every thrust, struggling to say his name in one breath, the pleasure drowning you and pulling you down into dark depths.

He slammed into you with such drive and force that you couldn’t seem to even let out a moan, as well as barely breathe. It was teetering so dangerously close where you would be begging him to finish. Your body was flushed, covered with a film of a sweat, and your hair stuck to your face and neck.

You felt your orgasm heating up so heavy that when it started to approach, it was rushing in like a bullet train. Your nails dug at the fabric of the couch as you buried your face in.

“Oh, no, no,” Simon growled, his hand gripping into your hair and pulling your face up and to the side to make you look at him, “you’re gonna look at me while I make you cum.” He demanded, your eyes half-lidded. You barely processed what he said, because your cunt constricted and the raging impact of your orgasm stalled the breath in your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, “c’mon, baby.”

You fought the need for your eyes to roll back, straining to keep your gaze on him as you felt like your soul was imploding. “F-fuck, Simon!” You finally cried out, your moans pouring from you.

“Thaaat’s it, hah, that’s a good fuckin’ girl.” His voice was a harsh purr in your ear as he continued to fuck you through your insanity.

Simon briefly pulled out of you, a groan of disappointment ripped from you at the sudden absence of being filled. He flipped you over onto your back, your legs resting on his thighs and hands finding their way to his back.

Simon’s cock sunk into you, pushing through your still clamped walls, causing you to cry out, nails beginning to dig into the flesh on his back. He let out a very rare moan, hips slapping loudly against yours. “Ah, I wanna see your pretty face when I cum, Y/N.”

He moved your hair away from your face, watching you pant sharply as he put his thumb in your mouth. He pressed his thumb down onto your tongue, his index finger hooked and holding your chin. Simon held your mouth open, your gasps and moans falling out of you.

His hips began to lose a rhythm and his cock was hitting you harder. His hand fell from your mouth to grip the couch tightly, as if holding on. You cried out at his out of sync pace, nails pulling across his back at how overwhelmingly relentless he was, and you were close to tapping out. “Hah, ah, f-fuck, Y/N.” His voice was strained, struggling, just before he let out a harsh groan.

Simon’s hips crashed into yours once more, his cock pressed tightly against your cervix. You felt his cum pushing and filling you, causing you to shiver and let out a small whimper. He panted heavily above you, his cock still twitching inside your hole, making sure every last drop was nestled deep in your cunt.

And there he kneeled above you, dominant, protective. Simon loosened his grip from the couch, pushing hair away from your face. Half of his face was illuminated from the television, and he took a moment to watch you, flushed, sweaty, hot. He smiled softly, leaning in and giving you a deep kiss as he slid his softening cock out. You sighed into the kiss as he pulled away, his cum immediately beginning to bead out of your hole. He popped his sweatpants and underwear band up back over his hips. He leaned on his heel, his hands resting on the tops of your thighs.

“So all I learned tonight is to just break in.” You stated, causing him to chuckle, a hand rubbing your leg lightly. “Alternatively,” you started, letting the thought simmer aloud, “you could break in.”

He smirked and cocked his head. “And what’re you gonna do to stop me, love?”

“Nothing.”

[celestialprincesse]

Good day!!

I don’t know if ur comfortable with this or not - but could u maybe do something with poly!141? Like price, ghost, soap, gaz all being ur boyfriends?

but…..make it spicy👀 (like really spicy…)

maybe reader is having a stressful week and snaps at them and instantly starts crying because she feels bad and they all are just like “it’s okay lovie” and they all make her orgasm…?

I understand if u don’t wanna! I love I lots and I hope u have a good day! Don’t forget to eat and drink!

Lord have mercy, I can barely write smut between two people, let alone five That's not gonna stop me from giving it a try though🤭🎀

nsfw ☁️ mdni

The boys are on eggshells today. The house is quiet as they go about their individual chores and tasks, leaving you to skulk around with a storm cloud lingering over your head. You've had colleagues from work barraging your inbox and keeping you up at night to fill in reports for ever tightening deadlines all week. There's been an ever tightening knot between your shoulders, sending tension up your back, wrenching at your stomach and leaving you on the verge of either crying or blowing up at someone.

Soon enough, Johnny and Kyle come barrelling into the living room where you sit huffing at the documents before you, clattering into the coffee table and knocking over a vase full of flowers John had brought in from the garden for you.

"Shite." Johnny sighs, and Kyle immediately turns your way, noting the seething look on your normally gentle face. "Bird - Fuck, sorry. We'll clean it up." "You really couldn't just take whatever the fuck you were doing outside?!"

The sound of raised voices has John and Simon making their way into the lounge, concerned looks settling upon their handsome features. "Wha's happenin'?" Simon questions, taking in the mess in the living room with a frown - the way your bottom lip is already wobbling with tears waiting to fall, Johnny and Kyle looking like children waiting to be scolded. "I-" You sniffle, all eyes immediately falling in your direction as your head drops into your hands, little hiccuping sobs echoing through the room, sending four heads snapping your way.

"Shh, shh." John hushes, already taking you into his chest, guiding you down to the sofa, where he's already kneeling before you, peppering kisses up your inner thighs, whilst the others similarly make their way to your side, Kyle capturing your lips with his, a strong hand coming to run sweetly up your jaw, whilst he tongues at your lips.

You're already bucking up against John's palm, mewling softly as he strokes his fingers up the slick material of your panties, not teasing you for too long as he hooks his fingers into the wet cotton, pulling it to the side, pressing a kiss to your clit before licking a ling stripe up between your folds, gripping your thighs as he delves his tongue deep into your pussy, sending your back arching. Your moans are lost to Kyle's mouth, whilst Simon pulls your top up to take one of your nipples between his teeth, his other hand kneading at your other breast.

Meanwhile, Johnny's cock is springing from his jeans, your soft hand wrapping around his shaft, pale beads of precum as he jerks himself into your palm. You've long gone into complete overdrive, lashes dropping against your cheeks as your legs shake at John's ears, your desperate, keening moans echoing within the ears of the four men fucking you. Tears continue to stream down your cheeks, no longer from anger or frustration, but from complete, desperate overstimulation, your cum gushing out onto John's tongue, your bowed back slumping down onto the couch cushions as you're gathered up into Kyle's arms, Johnny already on his way to run you a hot bath, whilst Simon stows your laptop away.

Writing five people doing the nasty is hard!! Anyways!!!

[gyuwoncheol]

Vantage Point | Chapter 5

Status: Ongoing

Pair: Mingyu x f.reader

Genre: College au. BFFs to FWB trope. Fluff, Humor, Angst, Smut [chapters with smut will be indicated and will contain the necessary warnings]

Summary: Pulling off the “No Strings Attached” arrangement with his best-friend-turned-best-friend-with-benefits was easy, but when a new condition is added onto the mix, Mingyu didn’t realise just how much he held onto you when you finally let go.

Chapter Warnings: SMUT. 18+ only (MDNI) oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), lots of making out, bulge kink, virgin sex, protected sex, big dick! Gyu, pussy drunk! Gyu, breast/nipple play, nail scratching, marking, use of pet names (baby, princess, good girl). Please let me know if i missed something. Not thoroughly proofread.

WC: 2.5k

Author’s Note: first smut of the series!!! otherwise known as the one that effectively opens y/n’s world to just how good sex with her best friend can be 👀

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This is a flashback. Occurs right after chapter 4, and a week before the events of Chapter 1. (It’s also the last flashback chapter for a while).

“So when do you wanna sta–“

“Now,” you interrupt, lunging at Mingyu and kissing him fervently. He’s caught by surprise but immediately responds back when he feels the soft cushion of your lips and your arms around his neck.

“Eager, are we?” You feel him smirk.

You break apart and glare at him, “just don’t wanna deal with the awkward pre-conversation.”

Your best friend agrees and pulls you back in, tongue darting and swirling in your mouth. Mingyu’s hands are steady on your neck and on your waist whilst yours roam around freely, sneaking in below his white shirt and running over his toned abdomen. He sighs in content and he feels you smile through the kiss.

All of a sudden, your feet leave the floor and Mingyu is wrapping them around his hips, “hold tight,” he cautions before sucking on the column of your throat and earning the first moan he’s ever heard from you. It’s music to his ears and immediately, he feels his dick stir.

“Like that, baby?”

“Shut up!” You scold.

Mingyu is smug but he giggles anyway and if you weren’t just afraid to get dropped, you’d smack his head.

Your hot makeout session resumes until your thrown on your bed, bouncing a little bit from the motion. You were about to pull your shirt off when Mingyu finished unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his sculpted tan chest. It’s not like this is your first time to see it, but it’s definitely the first time the sight of it got your panties soaked.

“It’s rude to stare, princess,” your best friend teases and it snaps you out of your revelry, hands fisting the hem of your shirt again to pull it off your body.

“Fuck, no bra?” The tall man exclaims in excitement.

You shrug, “I’m at home. Why should I?”

Mingyu says nothing, just simply crawls towards you, eyes never leaving your breasts as he lets his hands slowly squeeze the soft mounds of flesh.

“It’s rude to stare, Gyu,” you shoot back the same line he said awhile ago but all arrogance is immediately lost when Mingyu rolls your hardened nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“So reactive,” a devilish smile paints your best friend’s face.

You have no time to respond as his soft lips latch onto your other breast, wet tongue licking the perky nub. The sensation is overwhelming but in the best way possible. Mingyu eventually returns to sucking your collarbones and when he finally makes his way back to your lips, you feel his hands pulling down the shorts you were wearing.

He pulls back, eyes fixated on the way your baby pink panties are sticking to your folds.

“Shit babe, you’re already so wet.”

He wastes no time, large hands tugging your underwear and exposing your throbbing cunt. You saw him lick his lips like a starved man presented with a seven course meal and it only got you wetter. Mingyu looks up at you as he holds your thighs apart and lick a bold stripe along your pussy. You release a shaky breath and let your head fall back and eyes close at the feeling. Your best friend continues his assault, lips enclosing in on your clit and giving it a harsh suck before completely flicking it with his tongue.

“Fuck, Gyu,” you groan, legs threatening to close from the delicious stimulation of your sensitive bud.

You’ve always heard from your friends that Mingyu was known among the ladies he’s hooked up with to be great at oral but now that you’re experiencing it, you finally understand why. The man was skilled with his tongue and knew how to balance harsh sucks with soft kisses.

“O-oh my g-god!” You exclaim when his tongue darts into your hole and slurps your juices. Fuck, you thought as you felt your best friend smile against your pussy, something you never thought would happen.

“Who knew you’d be so fucking sweet,” Mingyu’s mouthand chin were covered in your juices and he couldn’t complain even if he tried. He was fully making out with your pussy and your eyes simply rolled to the back of your head every time his nose nudged your clit while his tongue explored your sopping hole.

“Gyu, fuck! I’m close!” You fist the sheets with one hand and pull on Mingyu’s hair with the other.

“Cum for me, princess,” he growls and blows cool air on your folds before diving back in and the sudden chill breaks the wall for you. Your orgasm gushes through you and Mingyu takes it all in, muttering about how sweet you taste as he lets you come down from your high.

“That… was…,” you stammer.

Mingyu comes up to your face, “Amazing? Yeah, I know.”

“Yeah,” you couldn’t help but agree, trying to level your breathing as he steals a kiss on your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. It’s only when you feel his dick against your leg that you realize he’s already managed to strip off his briefs. He’s sucking on the spot right behind your ear and you find yourself clawing at his back.

“Princess, I asked you a question,” He calls your attention, hand firmly cupping your chin.

You didn’t even realize he had spoken to you, “huh?”

There’s a wicked look behind Mingyu’s smile, one that screamed of pride from how fucked out you looked just from his mouth alone. “Marks or no marks?”

“That’s fine… but not where it’s visible,” you confirm and Mingyu grins like a kid and then dives back down to your chest, biting and sucking intently.

“Okay, and safe word?”

“Hmm?”

“You need a safe word,” Mingyu clarifies and you gulp hard.

“Uhmm… popcorn.”

Mingyu let’s a boyish giggle at your choice of word, “popcorn?”

“Hey! No judging. And I was craving it earlier!”

“Okay, popcorn it is,” your bestfriend declares before getting back to where he left off.

Your head spins at the feeling of his cock against your thigh and while you can’t wait to have it inside you, it begins to dawn on you just how large it is. Mingyu’s cock isn’t only long, it’s thick, and as you watch your best friend roll on a condom on his hardened member, your pussy is clenching and your heart is pounding.

“Mingyu, wait,” you stop him when he begins to crawl back above you.

Your best friend follows and observes the way your eyes nervously look at him and he does his best to show you he’s listening for whatever you’re about to say.

Embarrassment starts to inhabit every fiber of your being and you can just feel the heat radiate off your cheeks but it’s now or never and if you were gonna do this, your best friend deserved to know.

“Gyu, you’re my first.”

“No way,” Mingyu’s mouth is slightly agape at your revelation, “but… I thought… what about with Dae?”

“We fooled around, but… we never really went all the way,” you reply and Mingyu hears how small your voice has gotten since the confession. He’s always thought you and your ex were active so this news definitely surprised him.

“Do you still want this?” The gigantic man clears his voice.

Your eyes meet his and it’s a look Mingyu has given you many times, the one that wants to make sure you’re okay, “Do you?” You ask back.

“That doesn’t matter right now y/n,” he calls you by your real name to show he means business, “I can always get off on my own, but I’m not about to force you into something for the first time if you don’t want it. We can stop–“

“I still want this, Gyu,” you declare with a hand on his bicep, “You’re the only one I can trust this with.”

A smile reappears on Mingyu’s face and you mirror it to him. A soft peck is planted on your cheek the way your best friend always does when he sees you and that’s how you know you’re truly safe with him right now.

“I’ll be gentle, don’t worry. And please, use your safe word if at any time you want to stop, okay?”

You were expecting Mingyu to start sticking it in when you gave him affirmation but instead you feel his fingers tap on your pussy. The next few minutes are spent with his mouth back on your clit while his digits effectively open you up.

“Shit, Gyu! That feels s-so good!” Your grip on his scalp tightens when both his index and middle finger curl inside you the exact same time his lips suction on your bud. You hear him reply but it’s all muffled as he refuses to detach from your pussy. You writhe when you feel him add a third finger in and the stretch is suddenly so much more. You knew it was only your best friend’s way of prepping you for his huge cock but with this alone, your second orgasm is already approaching fast.

Between the way the pads of his fingers rub on your walls deliciously and the way his mouth sloppily makes out with your pussy, you’re simply in cloud nine. Your cunt gushes out your juices with no shame and Mingyu is happily and greedily drinking it all up.

“Fuck baby, you’ve so much to give.”

You give out an incoherent reply and Mingyu laughs, kissing you on your mouth once again. It’s hot and heavy and it takes every single inch of self control for Mingyu not to just spear you with his dick. But Mingyu knows, he is your bestest friend before anything else, the duty to look out for you will always come first.

“Cam, i’ll ask you one more time, are you sure about this?”

Your hands come up to cup his face, gaze meeting his serious ones, “I’m sure Gyu. Take me.”

A long drawled out moan rips out your throat when the tall man pushes his bulbuous head in your cunt. Already, you can tell the three fingers that were once inside you don’t even do it justice. The stretch burns and you already feel the sting in your eyes but Mingyu did as he said, he moved ever so gently no matter how agonizing it was for him.

“Fuck Cam, you’re so tight!” He hisses, dick getting even harder than he thought possible. It’s been way too long since Mingyu’s had sex with a virgin and he forgot just how fucking euphoric it could feel.

“So fucking big,” you cry out, nails scratching at his back to find some semblance of relief. “A-ah! Gyu!”

“Shh, it’s okay baby. I got you, I got you,” your best friend soothed before drowning you in a searing kiss that distracted you from the pain.

It takes a while— a long while— but when he finally bottoms out, you’re panting for air and tears have stained your cheeks. You’re unsure how long it took but as if in a blink of an eye, all the plain slowly morphs into pleasure and then you’re begging for Mingyu to move.

He drags his cock up until the tip and then slams back in that you jolt forward on the bed. You hear him laugh at the motion before securing his hands tightly on your waist to prevent it from happening again. Your senses are now heightened more than ever, every single bulge of his biceps are obvious under your touch and the vein on the underside of his cock is prominent against your walls and it’s simply driving you insane. It’s a mess of tongues and teeth, panted breaths, and skin on skin, not to mention your incessant moaning and whimpering.

“So. Fucking. Tight.” Mingyu punctuates each word with deep thrusts that hit the spot you need him most every time and it’s enough to make you see stars and clench around him. “You feel so good, princess. Gripping me like a vice.”

“S-so f-full,” you shake as Mingyu continues to abuse your hole.

He reaches for your hand and slides it against your own belly as he momentarily stills to make you feel the bulge caused by his dick, “feel that, baby? That’s why you’re so full.”

On any other day, you would’ve so easily wiped that smirk off his face, but right now as you are impaled on his cock, it’s an impossible feat.

“I-i’m so close, Gyu,” you whine when you feel his fingers circle your clit.

“Cum for me please. I need you to cum one more time.”

He grinds down on you, “cmon, be my good girl.”

Mingyu mentally takes note at the way you clench hard at the nickname, not at all surprised you have a praise kink.

It’s game over for you the moment he lifts one leg higher and squeezes your ass, the new angle making his cock slam right into your gspot and opening the floodgates of your third orgasm. A silent yell releases from you and when Mingyu can barely move from the way your pussy locks down on him, it triggers his own orgasm, spilling into the latex wrapped around his cock.

There’s a beat of silence before your best friend collapses beside you, but not without pulling you to his side.

Your mind is racing and every nerve ending in your body feels alive, but you also can’t help and think you really just lost your virginity, to none other than your best friend. You suddenly feel like wanting to cry yet you’re unsure why, you’re not at all sad. In fact, you’re happy.

“You good?” Mingyu calls your attention, hair disheveled and a faint blush painted on his cheeks.

“Yeah,” you nod, “just a bit overwhelmed.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“No Gyu, but ask me that again tomorrow as I wobble across campus.”

Yet another proud smirk makes its way on your best friend’s face and this time, you finally manage to shove him away. Mingyu laughs but proceeds to walk to your ensuite bathroom to dispose of his used condom. When he comes back, a washcloth is gently wiping away between your legs.

“You know…” you begin, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him, “I didn’t actually think you’d say yes.”

Mingyu looks at you for a while, “to be honest? Me neither.”

“Yet here we are.”

“Here we are, indeed.”

Your given an oversized shirt after Mingyu cleans you up and lets you pee while he pulls on his briefs before climbing back on your bed. “I’m sorry your first wasn’t with someone you love, I know you’re still that kind of girl somehow.”

You laugh at the boy’s apology, both touched and amused at his sincerity, “ehh.. maybe just a bit. But that’s fine. At least it’s with someone I trust. And who’s to say I don’t love you?” You poke at Mingyu’s cheek as you say the last few words with a yawn.

“Yeah, as a best friend.”

Another yawn comes out of your mouth, “still. Love is love.”

“Okay, sleepyhead. Whatever you say..”

“Mhm,” you attempt to reply, eyes closing, brain drifting into slumber land and the last thing you feel is a heavy arm wrap around your middle.

“Goodnight, Cam.”

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[galacticseonghwa]

If you wanna post more vampire yuta..well…I would absolutely most certainly not be complaining 👀 💦

(this is a formal request, pretty pls say yes)

i was planning on it🤭 i hope this lives up to your standards! <3

maybe two? - Yuta Nakamoto ft. Mark Lee

INCLUDES: dom vampire!yuta x fem!human reader ft. switch!mark, swearing, smut, spitting, poly relationship, cuckolding(?), degrading, oral (f receiving), daddy kink, mention of blood, squirting, just A LOT of things tbh wc: 1k a/n: not proofread, ALSO I AM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG IT TOOK FOR ME TO REPLY TO THIS ASK

one night wasn't enough for him, he needed you constantly with all the strings attached.

but you were spoken for shortly after he last saw you.

"be a good girl for me and let him use you, yeah?" yuta's voice was low as his hands held your legs open for the male in front of you.

"open your mouth for me." yuta whispered and held your face towards his own, his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

immediately obeying, you open your mouth for yuta, him bringing his face closer to yours, only for him to spit into your open mouth.

yuta raised an expectant eyebrow at you and watched as you swallowed. "that's my good little slut" yuta praised with a smirk, his fangs glistening as he runs his tongue over his teeth.

"you think you can do that, doll? let him use you? like the dirty whore you are? hmm?" yuta hummed and bit at the crook of your neck softly, licking at the blood that had bubbled from the small wound.

mark stared at you with his head tilted as he awaited for you to answer yuta. "y-yes." you groaned as yuta ran the tip of his nose along your jawline, eyes piercing into the brown-haired male before him.

"yes what, baby?" yuta gripped at your thighs tighter, making you hiss in a breath, knowing his strength he was bound to leave a mark.

"yes, daddy." you could feel your face redden at the pet name that yuta loved all too much.

yuta nodded his head towards mark who almost instantly dropped to his knees in front of your glistening core.

yuta smirks and sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he watches mark's eager body moving so fast for a taste of you.

he looked up at you and watched as yuta pulled your hair away from your neck and face. yuta's eyes bore into mark's as he watched the younger males movements.

"go on, use her like the slut she is." yuta urged. nothing else needed to be said to the younger brown-haired male, as he quickly pushed both his middle and ring fingers on his left hand into your entrance.

a gasp left your lips as the brown-haired male, curled his fingers in just the right way. "oh fuck!" you hiss and grip yuta's arm tightly.

mark looks up at you with his bottom lip between his teeth, and eyes dark with lust, he had yearned for you since he had last seen you.

"put that mouth of yours to work pretty boy" yuta spoke lowly, his hand moving from your left thigh to rub his hardened length that was restricted in his black jeans.

moans leave your mouth endlessly as mark's mouth latches onto your clit, his tongue quick to tease you in the way he knew you liked.

"fuck! mark!" you huff and arch your back, falling helplessly back onto yuta. yuta wraps his free arm around your waist, his teeth sinking into your neck again drinking from you, giving you more pleasure than mark was already giving you.

within a few minutes you reached your high, screaming mark's name.

the brown-haired male stands up from between your legs, his mouth glistening with your release, a dazed look in his eyes.

yuta pulls the younger towards himself and smashes their lips together. yuta let's go of you, letting mark climb onto the bed and on top of yuta.

you hear yuta chuckle at this. "you're ours now, baby boy." yuta flipped mark onto his back and straddled his waist.

the younger male watched yuta, with his chest heaving up and down. yuta quickly pulled his black shirt over his head and ripped open mark's black button-up.

yuta's hands were quick to run over the younger's abs. "you wanna taste her again?" yuta asked lowly, his pointer fingers hooking the hem of mark's dark blue jeans.

mark nods eagerly, looking at you while licking his lips. you smirk towards the brown-haired male before turning to yuta.

"fuck that pretty face of his, baby." yuta raises a pierced eyebrow and watches you hover over mark's face while gripping the bed frame in front of you.

yuta was quick to move away from both you and mark to the chair conveniently placed towards the end of the bed.

you moan quietly as mark grips your waist in his hands and lowers your hips onto his face.

mark groaned, sending vibrations from your core and up your spine, as he gripped his length through his dark blue jeans.

yuta rested his left arm on the chair arm and watched as you continued to rock your hips against mark's face.

with your left hand gripping onto the bed head and the other gripping mark's hair, you feel the brown-haired male below you whimper into you as his own hand stroked his cock, the way he liked all too much.

by the time you felt the coil in your stomach, yuta and mark had both came into their own hands.

just before the coil snapped, you moved away from mark's face and used your right hand to vigorously rub your clit.

mark's eyes lit up, he situated himself onto his elbows and opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue.

yuta watched on with curious dark eyes, he hadn't seen you react like this to his own touch.

in almost an instant you squirt all over mark's face.

coming down from your high almost instantly sent you to sleep. if it wasn't for yuta ushering you and the youngest male into the bath as he showered by himself.

he would never admit it, but he loved watching you with another man that wasn't him.

a few days later, you and yuta had both welcomed mark into your relationship.

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[atinylittlepain]

Will Joel and Mama have another kid in the Unexpected universe? 👀👀

well... since everyone's asking...

An Unexpected Addition

dad!joel x f!reader

joel masterlist

warnings | 18+ smut-adjacent, fluffy nonsense, joel gets dunked on by his family but that's nothing new

a/n | unexpected universe, my darling, i will always love writing for you

........................

“You know Joel’s gonna say no, right?”

“He won’t if you say yes.”

“Ellie.” The girl huffs, her eyes widening in a silent plea that quickly turns vocal.

“Oh c’mon. Look at this face! How could you say no to this face?” At that, Ellie holds up the squirming puppy until she’s nose to nose with him. She has to admit, he is a sweet little thing. The runt of a new litter, which Ellie had explained could not be trained up like the rest of the pack for guard duties due to his size. 

“I had to take him. No one else wanted him! Please, will you please talk to Joel? He’s not gonna say no to you.” She sighs, already feeling herself crumbling at her girl’s pleading.

“Alright, I’ll talk to him–” Ellie gasps, a bright grin across her face, but she’s not done talking.

“But, if we keep this dog, he’s gonna be your responsibility, alright? You’ve gotta feed him, and walk him, and train him up a little. I don’t wanna hear any complaints– he’s gonna be your dog, Ellie bean.” Ellie nods emphatically at that, holding the puppy a little closer in her arms.

“Yes ma’am. You got it! Do you think the old man would be pissed if I named him Joel junior?” 

Lord help them all.

…

Later that night, after getting Libby to sleep, she slips into their bedroom to find Joel already propped up in bed, reading an old paperback. Ellie had kept the puppy out in the garage the rest of the afternoon, promising to keep it under wraps until she talked to Joel.

Here goes nothing. 

“Joel?” 

“Hmm?” He doesn’t even look up, obviously preoccupied with whatever he’s reading. She can’t help the huff she lets out, realizing that she’s going to have to be a whole lot less subtle about this. She pads over to the bed, getting onto the mattress on all fours as she crawls over to her man. Still nothing. 

“Joel?” His eyes barely glance away from his book to her, before settling back on the page he’s on.

“I’m listening, honey. What is it?” He is most definitely not listening with the way he’s squinting at his book, lips parted in a silent mouthing of what he’s reading. She’s going to have to resort to drastic measures. 

“Hey, I was reading that! What’re you–” He cuts himself off, mouth agape as in one fell swoop she plucks the book out of his hands, tossing it aside and straddling his lap, her palms splaying out over his chest. 

“I need to talk to you about something, baby.” Got him. His eyes are wide, broad palms reflexively going to the meat of her thighs, fingers squeezing lightly as he wets his lips.

“What is it, mama?” Her lips crook in a grin, hands trailing up to thread through his hair in the way she knows gets him good and stupid for her. His eyes practically roll back in his head when she tugs lightly at his waves.

“How would you feel about a new addition to the family?” He refocuses on her at that, eyes widening and fingers flexing in their grasp on her.

“A new– to the family?” She smiles, nodding.

“Mmhmm. What do you think about–” Before she can get the rest of her question out, he moves with uncharacteristic speed, flipping them over so she’s laid out underneath him, his hips slotted with hers. He lands a series of sloppy kisses to her lips, leaving her no room to speak as he licks into her mouth. When he finally pulls away, he’s got the biggest grin on his face. 

“I know I said all that shit when I was drunk– but damn, I’ve been thinking about it. About you. So pretty, and soft, and round. Look so beautiful carrying my child, darlin. Can’t help but think about giving you another one.” Oh fuck, not this again. When he dips down to give her another kiss, she holds him back by his shoulders, scrunching her face up at him.

“Wait, what? That is not what I’m talking about.” His face goes slack.

“It– it’s not?” 

“Jesus Christ, Joel, no. I was gonna ask you if it’d be ok if–” Once again, she gets cut off, but this time by the sound of a yipping bark coming from downstairs. Joel’s head whips around, sitting back on his haunches.

“What the fuck was that?” Another round of barks resounds through the house, loud enough to set Libby off crying across the hall. Joel’s already up, bounding down the stairs as she darts into the nursery to grab their crying girl before following him down.

The scene she finds is something else.

“What is that?” Joel has one hand on his head, the other gesturing vigorously to the puppy that is currently massacring one of their couch cushions. Ellie puts on her best smile, stepping between Joel and the sight of the dog.

“That is JJ. Short for Joel junior.” She tentatively steps beside Joel, Libby on her hip now consoled by the sight of the little furball. He turns to her, eyebrows raised.

“That’s the new addition you were trying to tell me about?” All she can do is smile and shrug. Ellie scoops the dog– JJ– up off the couch, finally getting him to stop attacking the now shredded couch cushion. Joel scoffs.

“Oh, absolutely not.” Ellie blanches at that, shuffling over to Joel and hoisting JJ up to him.

“Please, old man. He’ll be my responsibility, I swear! He can stay in the garage with me– and you won’t have to hardly ever see him!” Joel grumbles, getting ready to voice his protest, but just then, Libby lets out a shriek of laughter.

“Doggy, mama. Look!” Her girl points at JJ in Ellie’s arms, giggling again at the squirming puppy. She glances at Joel, seeing that his face has practically melted as he watches Libby. She smiles down at her girl.

“That’s right, baby, it’s a doggy. You wanna pet him?” Libby nods her head enthusiastically, and Ellie grins as she steps over to them, holding JJ up to let Libby tentatively pat his head. When he licks her little palm, she lets out another peel of laughter. 

She and Ellie glance at Joel as Libby continues to pet JJ. His face has gone completely slack at the sight, arms hanging loosely at his sides. She can’t help the laugh she lets out looking at him.

“You did say you wanted a little more testosterone in the house.” He sighs.

“Alright, fine. But that dog stays out of the main house, I don’t want him tearing up the place. And you gotta teach him some manners. You understand?” Ellie grins, nodding emphatically.

“Understood. Thanks, old man. Welcome to the family, Joel junior.” 

“Kid, please don’t call him that.”

“What? That’s his name.” 

[lazyjellyfish300]

Hi jelly! I hope you're having a great weekend so far! 🩵 If you're still taking requests for your flufftober event, I'd love to see your take on Kusakabe + sharing a dessert 👀

HIII MINNIE 😁😁🥰🥰💕💕 yes ofc!!! Sorry this took me forever 😭😭 hey, flufftober still counts in November too, I'll die on this hill hehe 🍂 thank you for requesting 🥰🤗 love this man!!

sharing a dessert with atsuya🍰🖤

Words: 531

CW: x Fem!Reader, suggestive, minors dni, fluff

"Caught red-handed." 

You flick the lights on, a knowing smirk on your face as you fold your arms and lean against the kitchen wall. "Hands up where I can see em." 

The bandit is none other than your greedy but loving husband, Atsuya Kusakabe. A light clink of the fork resounds in the desolate kitchen, hitting the plate in front of him that's being shielded by his body. He turns slowly, hands raised. 

"S'not what it looks like, doll." 

"Oh, it's very much exactly what it looks like." 

"And that is?" He tries to match your smugness but the flush on his handsome face betrays him. 

"Very funny, Kusa." You stride towards him and uncover the crime scene: the last slice of tuxedo cake, removed discreetly(or so he thought) from its package on a small dessert plate. 

"That's two for two in one night." You tsk, gently swiping your thumb to collect the chocolate ganache from the corner of his mouth, licking it into your own. "Home late and stealing the last slice." 

"Ya got me on the first one..." Kusakabe groans. "But dammit, a man needs to unwind after a stressful day." 

"Well why didn't you say so?" You purr and he melts as your hands rest on his shoulders, his finding residence on your soft waist. "Could've came and woke me up instead of taking my dessert I was gonna pack for tomorrow."

"I didn't wanna bother you, dearest." Kusakabe tries to make up an excuse with a sloppy grin. 

"Mm, charm won't get you out of this one, I'm afraid." You smirk as you gain the upper hand. "I'm gonna give away your Dum Dum suckers to the trick-or-treaters this weekend if you don't get it together." You tease. 

"Talk about cruel and unusual punishment." Kusakabe grips his chest in fake shock. "How can I earn her majesty's good graces again?" 

"You can kiss your wife. And then you can get her a fork."

"Mmm...yes ma'am." 

The playfulness that he couldn't get enough of made it all too easy for him to lean in and kiss the sass right out of you, the tender reunion scattering chills all over that irresistibly prompts him to seek more as it deepens. 

All the empty hours away from each other's side immediately fills in the quickly closing space between both your bodies. The hearts in each one hammering away with the cadence as fleeting as it did all those years ago when you first got a taste of one another. 

Soon after you were sharing the dessert, but this time you fed each other. He'd playfully stick the cake in your face anytime your rambles carried on too much and you'd respond by smearing a little bit of chocolate mousse on his nose that you'd insist,

"Just needed to be cleaned off, hold still sweetheart. Think I missed a spot..."

And this inevitably led to a building fire that caused Atsuya to sweep you away up the stairs where it burned in the steamy comfort of your quiet bedroom, only a couple crumbs left on the deserted plate that would just have to wait until the morning.

[xaeethebaee]

random nsfw hcs part 3? 👀 (i’m tryna see sum about baji)

Random NSFW Headcanons Part Three

MINORS DNI! 18+ FOLKS ONLY!

You asked, so I am delivering. Just like the first two times, these are random sexual headcanons about the characters of Tokyo Revengers.

Warnings: Implied violence, mentions of vomit, implied food play, VERY awkward dirty talk, and rim jobs

A/n: Please keep in mind that every single character is over 18!

Hanma thought it would be funny to blow cigarette smoke into your pussy. He has a broken nose now. (Off to a great start lol)

Sanzu often thinks about whether or not he has a bigger dick than Mikey

Shion's favorite sex position is reverse cowgirl because of how fast it makes him cum. He also cums so hard that he quickly gets overstimulated

Speaking of Shion's love for overstimulation, he'll stay in that position until he's sobbing and shooting blanks

Izana has a peculiar habit of lifting your skirt and smacking your ass no matter the location

Yuzuha's favorite place to sit is on your face (as the Queen should!)

Rindou has an entire playlist for sex. These are all songs that he has mixed himself

Don't complain about period cramps around Benkei because he will definitely love to fuck the cramps out of you

Kisaki's favorite method of punishing you is by handcuffing your hands to the bed and edging you with toys for hours

Wrap a fruit roll up around Nahoya's dick and suck it until the candy dissolves will cause him to propose on the spot

Mitsuya secretly taught Inupi the trick of getting girls to squirt with just his fingers

The slow and romantic love-making types are SHINICHIRO, KAKUCHO, HAKKAI, MITSUYA, Kokonoi, Souya, Benkei, Peh, Rindou, Chifuyu, Sanzu, South, and Mucho

Baji has volunteered you to model for Mitsuya's newest and sexiest lingerie set

One day, Rindou accidentally walked in on Ran holding a cucumber. He quickly left before he could witness what could happen next.

Kokonoi writes erotica novels using sexual experiences told by members of Toman and Black Dragons

Takemichi made Hinata cum by just sucking on her nipples

Wakasa once sprayed whipped cream all over your pussy and proceeded to lick it completely clean

Who lives for fucking while being recorded? (wannabe pornstars lol) HANMA, SOUTH, RAN, Sanzu, and Shion.

Ran has MANY sex tapes with his ex-girlfriends

Surprisingly, Hanma has a low body count (less than 10 people)

Mitsuya never had a threesome until Baji randomly showed up at his studio with you - his girlfriend

These dudes LOVE to have their faces to be sat on. SHION, HANMA, SOUTH, Kokonoi, Shinichiro, Takeomi, Mikey, and Mucho

Kisaki likes head more than sex because it makes him feel more dominant

South gets so filthy when he is eating your pussy, so prepare for him to also give your ass some attention too. Honestly, he'll worship your entire body with his tongue

Inupi is actually really self-conscious when it comes to sex so please reassure him

Pah-chin and his wife are members of the Mile-High club

Draken's dirty talk NEEDS improvement. "You wanna be fucked, bitch?" he asks in a monotone voice, completely destroying the mood

On the flip side, the king of Dirty Talk is hands down WAKASA IMAUSHI. The things he'll whisper in your ear will have you feeling your heartbeat in your clit

Taiju loves fucking missionary since he gets to watch your face contort with pleasure under him

Speaking of Taiju, he has MAJOR breeding kink energy

Smiley once stuck his fingers so deep down your throat that it caused you to vomit. It turned him on more

The day Kazutora was given a boobjob was the day he shot boatloads of cum all over your chest. It was so much that he could've impregnated an entire village

Chifuyu went through a phase where he would roleplay cheesy porn plots with you (ex: wife fucking the pool cleaner guy)

The rough-fucking types (bye bye your ability to walk for a day): HANMA, BAJI, SMILEY, Kisaki, Mocchi, Ran, Izana, Senju, and Taiju

Hakkai forgets that he has a big dick way too often so he'll try fucking without properly prepping you. Please remind him unless you like the pain

Senju LOVES boobplay - whether it be receiving or giving

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These are just some more that I can think of. Don't expect a part 4 any time soon lol

Just a quick announcement, my next big project is centered around members of the Tokyo Manji Gang. They will be sharing their wildest sex stories. If you want to be on the taglist for that, let me know. (If you're wandering, the Reader x Draken x Hanma threesome is included in that)

[since64bce]

Trumper HC: AOT CHARACTERS AS TRUMP SUPPORTERS

I'm not in Amurica or nothin so idek the guy. All I'm sayin is I think he's a funny man so lets go baby yeehaw

CHARACTERS??: CONNIE AND SASHA, MIKASA, ERWIN, REINER, BERTHOLDT, HISTORIA, PIXIS, FLOCH Warnings: Racism, Sexism, ageism, STEREOTYPING, homophobia, transphobia, swearing, soft porn, guns, terrorism, mentions of violence and molesting. (istg im nitpicking here) A/N: pls don't report me.

CONNIE + SASHA 🥹💃🕺 (Cowboy conspirators)

-I have to group them together Im sorry

-"We juhst tew keids werkin togeyther on ower dayddies raynch in teyxas"🤓🤠

-Sashas fam are a few hardened Trump veterans (it's in the braus bloodline) can you imagine her father NOT being a republican smth

-Connies fam is the same.

-Both of their dads are those weird uncles u only see @ thanksgiving once a year. NOT WEIRD IN A PEDO WAY. They the ones who talk abt the flouride makin the rats n frogs gay an whatnot. its a whole thing.

-BAsically con man🧍‍♂️ and sack nut🧍‍♀️ spend their days chewing on straw and standing outside abortion clinics. 👫

-They're probably like 12 or somthing idk

-But yes they really like trump. Hail trump✋. Worship trump🙏. Trump trump trump. Donald J trump💋. Love trump🫶. want trump👀. lick trump🫵. kiss trump🫵. Trump 4 life💪. Trump all day baby🫦. Trump👨🏽‍🦲.

-Honestly they wanna see trump more than trump wanna see them.

-Actually trump don't want to see them.

-He'd get molested, turn around and there'd be two skanky ass lookin children standing behind him how horrific.💀💀💀

-These children aren't normal

-God bless murica ✊✊ yeehaw

Mikasa es tu casa (Chilled out chad)

-Mikasa is one of them chill ones that just mind their own buisness

-Unproblematic chad😌

-She sets an example for the rest of society and shes ripped so lets all take a leaf out of mikasas book shall we

-This aint aot fr this is america 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸 so she lived happily ever after with her mama and papa ok. no weird human traffickers or nothing🖕🖕. Her parents would've been quite traditional and conservative

-I think she'd believe in the nuclear family and gender roles and what not but her beliefs would be very mild

-You can't get her fuckin forearms from making sandwiches all day babes ❤️‍🔥💪

-but yeah shes a sweetheart ilhsm💋

-And lets just say her being a trumpee is like Gods way of containing this woman

-she wouldn't have missed fr🔫

-And God forbid if she did miss cuz otherwise she'd have gone up there and done it with her bare hands baby

-casual Trump enjoyer

Erwin👱‍♂️ (Facebook warrior)

-He's one a them grandaddy Trumps💪👴. There from the very beginning.❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

-You really think old people are bad at using technology?? WRONG.

-Levi helped him set up a facebook account 💋

-And It's the only fuckin thing he knows how to use on his computer. And he plays around on with his face this🤏 close to the screen, like gurl u don't need to do that 🧍‍♂️💀💀

-just use ur monacle or whatever🤷‍♀️

-But yeah whenever he comes upon gay 🌈🌈people posts on facebook my man has a heart attack. He clutches his chest falls outta his chair as he tries to get his breathing in control. 🤯😵

-Erwin will come across a post of two girls kissing an fickin collapse istg

-And then he'll get his talons out and start producing some juicy ass hate comments👹. He can't control himself, he's like a wild beast🥴😮‍💨, its like his arthiritis stricken claws have a gravitational pull towards that keyboard

-And he doesn't understand the whole algorithm thing either

There he squats with all these gay daddies on his facebook, hate spamming ALL of them AND HE STILL DOESN'T UNDERSTAND WHY FACEBOOK KEEPS SHOWING HIM THESE POSTS🤬🤬😡🫣🤷‍♀️

-He suffering multiple heart attacks a day people get this man off facebook🙌

-And then Levi will come over and see that Erwin has been writing hate comments under pictures of mens bulges on his computer🧍‍♂️

-Who gave this guy the tech knowledge to b able to cyber bully but not to close his damn tabs sheesh

-He's also become a top poster on one of the Trump groups that he follows ✊✊

-Also he uses the N word a lot 🧍‍♂️

Mr big tits (Bible, BBQ and an AK47)

-Oh my dear lovely big breasted Reiner Braun🍒🍒

-tells everyone abt how his papi went to 'nam and died when in reality his papi waz just a bich and left early🤫

-Not enough valour for him ig

-Even tho homeboy aint in the army 🫡 anymore he still stocks up more ammo than his local police department. 🫶🫰

-Hes just a🔅 cutesy little😻 hoarder with a cuetsy little collection of firearms too. 🤤🥰💖🩷🩵💙

-he will also wear cammo vests to the supermarket just to buy himself some spinach. He's a cammo boy. It's all he wears. 😮‍💨

-Aside from his gun collection and cammo obession, Reiner also loves a bit of BBQ here and there.

-believes the Founding Fathers’ original intent included God, guns, and smoked brisket.💪💪🦅🦅

-And country music of course.

-He's just a casual guy nothing too extreme😎🤠

-He owns a pair of american flag speedos tho, is confused as to why people need so many pronouns and passively aggressively competes in lawn care comps with his neighbor

-Somebody make this guy a father pls🥵😳🫃

Bechtolsheim :))))🦒🦒(Wall enthusiast)

-Oh my berty boy whom i love love love😤💕

-Let us b true with ourselves guys mr daddy long legs🕷️here has all our hearts and souls encaptured in his nice ol sweaty palms. I can tell ya now he's a man of the lord. He's down on those knees for j-dawg night'n day bro 🙏. He daps up the homeboy holy spirit on his way to bible study wit Reiner. ✝️✝️🫰

-Boy sure knows how to resist those temptations. Satan who? Sorry, B-dawg doesn't know him

-Everyone just thinks he's a nice guy 🧍🏽... which he is obv 🙄

-(In the daytime🌞, he's bertholdt, just a normal gurl💅🫦, living a normal life😸😝... but theres ✨something✨👁️👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 about him🧌🥸😱 that, no one ⁉️knows yet⁉️.... 🤨🧐cause he has secrets🤭🥵🥵👹👹👹......)

-he used to b part of a terrorist group.

-☠️

-BUT HES IS(IS) A NICE GUY HE WAS JUS A LIL BIT CONFUSED BACK THEN an thats okay baby everyone gets a bit confused sometimes.

-AND this was before he met God mkay.

-But yeah, now bertholdt has a burning descrimination against muslims.

-Its the trauma man.

-His stereotyping and racism is like a festering cancer, he fights it everyday like a champ 💃💃✊

-And what does this have to do with being a trumpee you might ask?🧐

-Immigration.

-He wants em' all deported

-SOMETIMES Berts inner darkness wins out. He wants to forget his past, he wants to throw it right outta his window!... and out of his country....🦅🦅🇺🇸🤠🍟🍔

-This boy has seen some stuff🙇🏻🥺. And he's slowly getting better with his muslophobia. He tries. The lawd is his chemo, slowly trying to vanquish this dark dark part of himself 👿🦹, bit by bit.

-Never underestimate the power of the lord. Amen.😗

(All u christians go hard tho fr, mad respect. And all u muslims out there we buddies, go snatch that Quran and be a boss kachow)

Historian Reiss (Progress? Don't you mean bull-kaka?)

-SOMEBODY CALL THE TRAD WIFES UP IN HERE👰‍♂️👰‍♂️👰‍♂️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️👰‍♀️

-Girly says that the 1950s were PEAK even tho the closest thing to diversity back then was whether or not u liked jazz 🎶🎶😎

-Oh yeah she sure misses them polio days 🤤😻

-But in all seriousness she probs wears those big pantaloon undies😱🥶 like gurl u aint going parachuting thru the clouds just wear normal ones

-She's always googling how to make her child rearing hips bigger🤰🤰

-Not a single pair of pants in HER wardrobe. Not that she'd be able to wear them with her double storage solution underpants. Dresses and skirts ONLY.

-Also they must all be FLOOR length to hide those temptatious ankles🥵🥵😩

-Our modest queen🫡

-She aint trust no supermarket ultra processed shit food either she gets her eggs straight from her own chickens ass🦆 and she grows her own veggies n stuff. Good for her 🤙💪💪

-Although she did once collapse ffrom an iron deficiency cuz she couldn't find her own meat source poor girl

-she hit her head and was unconious for lik 3 days

-Her neighbors saw her undies before they saw her🪂🪂🪂

PIXIS (Mommy, can we put grandpa back into the retirement home now?)

-Bros worse than the braus and springer daddies👹👹👹👹

-He could not only write an entire 500-chapter-50k-words-per-chapter-ten-part book series abt gay frogs🫦, fake moon landings🙀, reptilian politicians🐸, 5G towers, Big pharma, chem trails🥵😷 ect ect ect but he could fact check the entire thing with blurry memes off facebook sent to him by his cousin randy

-He's a fuckin conspricay chad, unstoppable, admirable, irrestistable, alcoholic, crazy, cute🥺, chic, chadilicious bald man👨🏽‍🦲👨🏽‍🦲

-His children shipped him off to a home as soon as he turned 60 and his knee vaguely started hurting

-Hes too powerful

-Pixis does gets invited to special occasions tho cuz his family feel slightly bad

-He be an anti-science, pro magic, potter grade, wizard baby🧙‍♂️. Of course the government control the weather, of course climate change isn't real. 🤷‍♀️

-And he tell everryyyboodddyyy @ the dinner table baby👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

-There are actually 8 wonders of this world. His offspring. How the. frick did they turn out so normal?🤨

-Anyways he managed to manipulate his son in law once and accidently caused a divorce

-Now he only gets invited to christmas

-And somehow he sneaks flasks of whatever into his nursing home illegally seals them out to all his nursing home pals.

-He's got an army of at least 15 of them that he's planning a coup with.🥳😏

-He also owns a MAGAs hat and suffers from mild heartburn because he only eats steak

Floch (LIBERATE THE MEN, WOMEN ARE THOTS)

-Another country boy but hes a skinny country boy who doesn't own a diesel guzzling man truck or get high blood pressure from eating steak 24/7.

-He lives wit his mama and eats the pasta salad she makes him for sunday lunch. 🧑‍🌾

-But yes he's still a freaky lil fanatic👹🧑‍🌾

-Imagine he lives in a world without pimp-dawg Eren Tate-ger. Whose Floch supposed to follow??? huh??? Donald thats who. Donald trump💪🦵.

-And andrew tate of course👨🏽‍🦲

-He's one of them red pillers who can sniff out a womans virginity from a mile away

-"Wats ur body count???"

-and hes very patriotic too:

-TRUMP IS JESUS 2.0, MY MAN THONG HAS AN EAGLE ON IT,CKAWW CAWW CAWWWW SAY YOU CAN SEE BY THE DAWN EARLY LIGHT WHAT SO PROUDLY WE HAILED AND THE TWILIGHTS LAST GLEAMING🦅🦅🏈🏈🇺🇸🇺🇸???!!!!???? DADDY TRUMPS TAN IS NOT FAKE GUYS WTFFF😡😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🖕🖕🖕

-He's like a freaky little jehovah's witness guys

-he's so alpha dont you think?🐺🐺🐺

A/N: Sorry I think i fell off a bit at the end but I couldn't b bothered. Also yes ik the bertoldth one was a little wild but dont report me babes thank u very much. later losers.

[whatsnewalycat]

acting lesson

pairing: dieter bravo x ofc louella

Summary: Dieter convinces you to roleplay with him.

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Content Tags/Warnings: LDR, roleplay, bar, drinking alcohol (casual), dirty talk, swearing, public bathroom sex, D/s elements, fluff, impact play, pet names, hair pulling, blow job, unprotected piv sex, graffiti, football mention

Word Count: 4.3k+

Notes: In the Psychomanteum universe between Ch 12 & 13. Could be read as a one-shot. Based on this ask from @frannyzooey:

Dieter and Lou — roleplay He’s an actor, she’s….not 👀👀 How does he indulge her? ❤️

The idea first came up during one of your many phone calls with Dieter.

It was the kind of call that works as a surrogate for sitting in the room together, despite the some-odd 2,600 miles keeping you apart. Comfortable silences between organic conversation, running parallel to your evening routines. In LA, Dieter hummed to himself while rifling through his kitchen cabinets for snacks. In New York, you stared at up the marigold painting hung above your bed, and you asked him, “How do you act?”

“When I’m with you, like a fool.”

His voice purred through your phone speaker, low and warm. Heat bloomed in your chest and crept up your neck.

You giggled, “I mean, like, for your job. How do you do that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I try to channel the character and pretend to be them. You ever do plays in school or anything like that?”

“In fourth grade I got to play a munchkin in The Wizard of Oz. I had one line and I completely butchered it.”

He laughed, “Seems about right.”

“What is that supposed to mean?!”

“You’re just… very good at being yourself,” he said, and you could hear the smile in his words, “It’s not a bad thing, doll. I like that about you.”

A smile spread across your face. You hummed in acknowledgement.

“If you want, I can show you how I do it. Give you an acting lesson. You could be my scene partner,” he lowered his voice an octave, “We could make it fun.”

Something about this pricked your skin with excitement. You twisted a strand of hair around your finger and smirked, “How’s that?”

“Have you ever done roleplay?”

“Oh no,” you laughed, shaking your head, “I would be terrible at that—”

“Wait wait wait, hear me out,” he protested, “What if you got to play yourself?”

You quietly pondered this, then asked, “Who would you be?”

“I would be… a stranger at a bar. You’d just have to play along,” he rumbled, “Treat me like one of your hookups.”

Warmth trickled down your spine and pooled between your legs. You licked your lips and traced your collarbone over your shirt, “You’ve thought about this before.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m not opposed to the idea. It could be… hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe next time I see you,” you conceded.

And so, this morning, while sipping coffee together out on his patio, he brought it up again.

“Do you remember when we talked about… an acting lesson?”

Your eyebrow quirked and you glanced over at him, “You mean roleplay?”

He shrugged, draping an arm around your shoulders, working his thumb against the starfruit tattoo on your arm, “How do you feel about it?”

“I wondered what it would have been like to meet you like that.”

“Me too,” he said, then scooted closer and murmured, “You know, I’ve always thought that was something so fucking sexy about you. The way you chew men up and spit them out.”

“Really?” you studied him.

The corner of his mouth tucked up in a smirk. His gaze bore into yours, “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Not you, though,” you brought your hand to his cheek and smoothed your palm along his cheek, “I like you.”

“No, not me,” he agreed, nuzzling into your touch, “But we can pretend. It’ll be an acting lesson, remember?”

“An acting lesson, yeah, that’s why you wanna do this. Not because you wanna fuck me in a bathroom stall, right?”

“It can be both,” he said, a devilish grin playing on his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile as you stared at him. His dark eyes flicked around your face, searching for an answer. When you released a reluctant sigh and frowned down into your coffee cup, he continued.

“I’ll give you some pointers beforehand, love. It’ll be fun. You just be you and pretend you don’t know me,” he purred, his voice growing lower and more persuasive, “I wanna see what it’s like to be used by you, Lua. Please. Let me be your piece of meat. Chew me up and spit me out.”

How could you say no?

When you step inside the door, it slams behind you. Outside, the sun still douses Los Angeles in daylight, but the underground bar shows no signs of it. Your eyes sting as they adjust to the darkness, and you find yourself momentarily blinded.

Slowly, things start to come into focus.

Neon beer signs and pucks of dim, golden light studding the low ceiling make their surroundings glow, reflecting off the dark wooden bar and high-top tables. A few clusters of people are scattered around at the tables, and one androgynous person sits at the bar, scrolling on their phone while taking occasional sips from a tall glass of beer. Over the speakers, “You Make Loving Fun” by Fleetwood Mac plays just a decibel too loud, but you have a feeling this is the standard music volume here.

It’s one of those places that seems unchanging. Static. You bet that if you walked in here at any moment, on any day, it would look and feel mostly the same.

You approach the bar and take a seat in one of the tattered barstools. Its red pleather sticks to your legs and back. One of the advantages and disadvantages of wearing your most fuckable dress: it’s really goddamn short.

“What’ll you be having tonight, miss?”

You look to the portly bartender and smile, “Vodka cranberry, please.”

He walks away, returning a minute later with your drink. You slide a twenty across the counter and thank him.

When the bartender brings you your change, he nods at the man pulling out the barstool next to you, who says, “Old fashioned.”

The bartender makes his drink and brings back your change. You leave a few bills on the rail as a tip, then lean back in your chair and look up at the TV. Two college football teams slam into each other on the screen.

The man sitting next to you is not discreet about his ogling. His eyes burn your skin, but you pay him no mind. You lift the drink to your lips and take a few quick gulps to hush the excitement bubbling up your neck.

He does the same, then you feel him lean towards you and ask, “Why do bars always play the most boring shit on TV?”

You look over at him, looking up and down his very expensive looking, and thusly very out-of-place, navy suit, obviously tailored just for him. The top three buttons are undone, revealing his smooth chest that gleams gold in the dim lighting. A lusty ache twists at your center.

You smirk and meet his deep brown eyes, “What, you don’t find the underlying threat of concussion-induced brain injuries to be exhilarating?”

The handsome “stranger” laughs, exposing this big, contagious smile, dimples tugging at his cheeks and everything, “I guess I never thought about it that way.”

You grin, staring down at your drink for a moment, then say, “I’ve found that if I go into it pretending it’s the first half of a horror story I’ll never know the ending to, it’s not as, umm,” a giggle escapes your throat, “fucking boring, y’know?”

“Wow,” he chuckles and shakes his head, “I’m not sure if I want to run for the hills or ask for your hand in marriage.”

“The first option is probably safer,” you wink, then take a sip of your drink.

His gaze lingers on you for a beat before he stammers, “I’m Diego, by the way.”

“Louella,” you take his outstretched hand and shake it.

He holds it there, grazing his thumb along your knuckles before pulling back, “What brings you out tonight? Meeting friends or something?”

You tilt your head at him, dragging your eyes across the broad expanse of his body, “Just, you know… seeing what’s out there.”

His throat rumbles and he drops his gaze to your lips, “Find anything?”

“Maybe,” you grin and take a sip of your drink, “What about you, Diego?”

“What about me?”

“You’re here, having a drink, talking to me. Is your evening going as you’d hoped?”

“Much better, actually,” he murmurs, leaning close, “Didn’t think I’d come across someone as gorgeous as you.”

You smile, and find yourself restraining laughter. Not because he’s doing bad or anything, but because he’s doing so good.

“Quite the smooth-talker, aren’t you?”

He grins, bobbing his shoulders in a shrug, “Is it working?”

At this, you do laugh. You tuck your hair behind your ear and depart from his lustful gaze, glancing down at your drink. A wide palm slides onto your back, warming the skin between your shoulder blades. The magnetic force of his body drawing close makes your breathing stutter.

“Listen,” his voice seems to melt, low and heated, into your ear, the baritone dripping down your spine, pooling between your legs, “If this is too forward, feel free to tell me to fuck off, but… do you want to have sex with me?”

You turn to find him just inches away, hooded eyes dark and heavy with want, flitting around your face like he’s brainstorming ways to make it contort with pleasure. You love seeing him like this. Needy. Aching. Putty in your hands.

“Tell me what you want to do to me, Diego,” you tell him in a throaty whisper, “And I’ll consider it.”

A flash of his pink tongue breaches his lips. He glances around as he scoots his barstool closer, knee brushing against yours, and murmurs in your ear, “As far as the venue goes, we have a couple options. Bathroom, out back, in my car—”

“Romantic,” you tease.

He raises an eyebrow at you, dragging his gaze from your face, down your neck, following the curve of your body, “But you don’t want romance, do you, Louella? That’s not why you’re here.”

“Oh yeah?” you tilt your head and bat your lashes at him, “Then why am I here?”

His throat rumbles. He leans so close, his breath scatters across your cheek when he says, “You’re here because you want to get fucked. Hard, preferably. You want me to bring you into that disgusting bathroom and stretch your sweet little cunt out with my fat cock, isn’t that right? You want me to squeeze your tits and use my teeth. You want it to hurt, not a lot, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make you feel something. Enough to make you feel… real,” he pauses here, smirking at you, licking his lips as he drops his gaze to your mouth, “Hmm? Isn’t that right, Louella?”

You swallow hard and nod, and realize you’re holding your breath. When you draw air in, it’s shaky and subdued.

“Will you let me do that for you?”

His touch trails up your bare leg and makes you shiver.

“Yes.”

He stands from the barstool and takes a cursory glance around, then nods at you, “Lead the way.”

Miraculously, the bathroom at this shitty dive bar is one of those no-stall, single-toilet situations with a deadbolt to keep the outside world at bay.

Dieter guides you through the threshold with his hand at the small of your back. You peer around the small, dim room, studying the graffitied black tile walls. Colorful tags, crudely drawn dicks, and witty remarks surround you on all sides. The scent of bleach burns your nostrils, which is a little disorientating, but you suppose it’s better than the alternative.

The lock clicks in place behind you.

When you turn to look at him, he’s already burying his fist in your hair and pushing your cheek against the cool tile wall. You gasp with surprise at the force he uses, exhaling a giddy laugh, and he murmurs in your ear, “What’s your safe word, baby?”

Your eyes dart around for inspiration, and you focus in on a cartoon giraffe wearing sunglasses, a cigarette dangling from his lips, next to a word bubble that reads: Giraffiti is cool!

“Giraffe.”

“Giraffe,” he repeats, and you nod as much as his grasp on your hair will allow.

He slides your skin-tight dress up to your waist and yanks your underwear down to your ankles, rumbling, “Fuck, look at this ass.”

His palm slides warm and gentle across one cheek, then he digs his fingers into the soft flesh and groans when you whimper. He lets go, and the deep, bruising grip is quickly replaced with a sharp, hard slap.

A gasp expands your lungs as heat tingles across the site.

“How’s that?”

“Fucking perfect,” you breathe, eyes drifting closed, mouth falling open. He does it again, same spot. Smack. This time you moan.

When he releases your hair, you stay where you are, with your hands and face all smushed up against the tile. He smooths gentle circles into your unmarred ass cheek. When it draws away, you flinch in anticipation, and he chuckles, “Too hard?”

“No.”

It’s followed by another smack, by pain and heat, and you hiss, “Fuck yes.”

His throat makes this noise that’s somewhere between a growl and a moan. He slides his hand around your front, between your legs, and he purrs, “You fucking love this, don’t you, Louella?”

“I do,” you whimper at his soft, exploratory touch, at the gentle way he spreads your arousal up and down your wet, hot middle. Fingertips dig into the curve of your ass and hold there. The contrast between his two hands is excruciating.

“What’s my name?”

Not thinking, you exhale, “Dieter.”

His gentle hand freezes against you. The other lays down a sharp smack that burns your skin and makes you whimper. He grinds out, “That’s not my fucking name. What’s my name?”

“Diego.”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he coos, putting the hand against your pussy in motion, tracing around your clit, not touching it directly, flooding your body with a tingling, frustrated kind of excitement that makes your heart race and your breathing quicken.

You reach down and grab his wrist, pressing his hand into you harder, rolling your hips against it, and moan at the pressure it relieves.

He yanks his hand away from your grasp and buries it in your hair, pulling the strands taught, smacking your ass again, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Please,” you pout, arching your hips back towards him, “Please fuck me, Diego.”

All the air leaves his lungs and scatters across your back.

“Louella,” he rumbles, and all your insides clench at his low, patient cadence, at the way your name vibrates off his lips onto your shoulder, then he says, “You are fucking demanding, aren’t you?”

“No—”

Smack

A hot, searing pain from your battered ass cheek makes you gasp, then whimper. Arousal shoots up your spine. Your cunt aches with need.

“I’ll be patient—I’ll do whatever the fuck you want, Diego, please—”

“That’s it,” he coos, “You’re gonna be my little slut, hmm? Let me fuck you the way I want?”

“Yes.”

The word comes out with a throaty, needy force, almost a fucking sob. You want him so bad it hurts. He chuckles at this, at how fucking desperate you are right now.

“Get on your knees, baby.”

He releases you and steps back. You turn to face him, holding his lust-blown gaze as you drop to your knees like he asked.

“Show me how bad you want it.”

You nod in understanding, your shaky hands clambering at his belt buckle, unzipping his slacks, the mechanism all strained with the force of his bulge. You pull his pants and briefs down with a frantic kind of energy that makes him hum with amusement as he watches you.

His cock bobs out as his pants fall to his feet. You admire it for a moment. How it’s so thick and swollen and twitchy with need, delicate skin pulled taught, a sticky little bead of arousal sprouting up at the tip. You test its weight in your palm, grinning when you look up and see Dieter’s lips part and his eyelids flutter.

“That’s it, baby, show me how bad you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy.”

You open your mouth, batting your eyelashes up at him as you drag your tongue up his length. Again and again, painting his cock with your saliva, using flat, firm strokes, until it’s shiny and soaked with spit.

He moans when you stretch your lips out around him, rolling your tongue against the tip, the salty, heady dribble of pre-cum smearing into your tastebuds. You slide your lips further down his shaft and start to suck him off at a steady rhythm, bobbing your head along his length.

“Oh my fucking god,” he gasps, eyebrows threading together, nodding down at you, “You’re so fucking good at that. Do you like sucking cock, baby, hmm?”

You look up to meet his eyes, mouth all full and stretched out from him, and answer anyway, “Mhmm.”

“Fuck yes you do—you fucking love it, don’t you?”

You pull off of him, replacing your mouth with your hand, jerking him off as you whine, “Yes I do, I fucking love it—”

He grabs your hair and forces his cock back in your mouth, gritting out, “Did I fucking tell you to stop?”

A moan surfaces from your guts. His head rolls back and he twitches against your tongue. You take the length of his cock faster now, the stretched-out band of your lips slick and tingling. He pets your hair and holds your gaze, watching you with awe as you work, quiet groans falling from his parted lips.

The doorknob jiggles, then there’s a knock.

“Occu—”

You sit up higher to plunge your mouth down on him, jamming his cock down your throat. His mouth falls open and he moans while you move in short, quick strokes. A wet gurgling noise echoes off the tiles back into your ears.

There’s another jiggle. Another knock. A faint, feminine, “Hello?”

You pull off of him, gasping for air while you wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him as he hollers, “Occupied!”

A beat goes by while he stares at the door before he brings his focus back to you, shaking his head, kicking his pants off over his shoes, “Get up.”

Your underwear tangle around your heels and trip you up. By the time you yank them off and toss them aside, Dieter has grown impatient. He rips you off the floor by your armpits, pushing your back against the cool tile wall.

Beneath you, your shaky legs buckle, but he slips an arm around your waist to prevent you falling.

As if second nature, he looks you over and draws his body close, cupping your cheek with his palm.

And… fuck, the way he stares at you, with this warm, attentive gaze… you know he wants to kiss you. You know he wants to hold you close and whisper sweet somethings in your ear. He wants to tell you he loves you and that he’ll never stop loving you, forever and ever until he’s dust, and maybe even then, if dust has feelings.

It’s all Dieter, not Diego.

You grin and search his face, then whisper, “You broke character.”

He narrows his eyes for just a moment, as if trying to process what you said. When he realizes you’re right, this big amused smile spreads across his face and he chuckles, “You hush.”

You link your hands at the back of his neck, “We can rewind.”

His throat rumbles as he considers this, brushing his knuckles along the side of your face, glancing down at your lips. The grip around your waist tightens and his hips sway a little.

“You just wanna kiss me and make sweet, sweet love to me, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” he grins, pressing his forehead against yours.

You giggle and comb your fingertips through his mess of curls, “You big softie.”

His smile falters a little and he shrugs, “Sorry.”

Your stomach twists.

“Hey, no,” you pull back enough to meet his eyes and shake your head, “It’s one of my very favorite things about you.”

He furrows his brow and blinks, “Really?”

“Yes,” you giggle, rubbing your palm against his cheek. He nuzzles into your touch and you tell him, “Diego is hot, but Dieter? My Dee? I fucking love him. And he’s hot.”

A bright, bashful smile spreads across his face. He meets your gaze with those loving, loving eyes and asks, “Can I fucking kiss you now?”

“Oh my god, plea—”

His lips cut you off, pressing into yours with passionate force. From its place pinned between your bodies, his cock twitches. He brings a hand to the back of your head and renews the kiss, pulling you closer, slotting his mouth against yours.

You whimper at the velvet of his tongue. The tug of his fingers clamping down in your hair. The persistent, pulsing current where your bodies meet.

The two of you seem to lose yourself here, in the heated kissing and touching and writhing, forgetting your presence in the restroom has a time limit.

Another knock on the door. Harder. Impatient.

Dieter parts from your swollen lips, his mouth a mess of your red lipstick, and hollers at the door, “Give me a minute!”

Then he turns back to you, his gaze all obsidian want, and mutters, “We better hurry before they ram the goddamn door down.”

“How do you want me?” you ask, batting your lashes at him, trailing a fingernail along his jawline.

“Just like this.”

Sometimes you forget how strong he is.

When he lifts your hips you let out a little yelp of surprise and hook your arms around his shoulders.

“Legs around my back, love, I got you,” he breathes. The wall bears some of your weight as you lean against it and wrap your legs around him. He settles in closer, shifting his hips under yours. The tip of his cock nudges your entrance.

“Are you ready?” he asks, caressing your cheek with the slope of his nose.

Normally, he has to work himself in slow. Let your body adjust to the stretch of him in increments. So you know what he means when he asks this.

But when you nod, and he loosens his grip to let gravity take you down, it still shocks you. The pain is immediate. And exquisite. You bury a deep, guttural moan into his shoulder and dig your nails into his skin. Your eyes flutter shut and you inhale a few sharp breaths.

“Fffffuck,” he hisses when you can go no further, “So fucking tight, holy fuck.”

All you can respond with is a whimper. He holds you here, impaled, not moving, as you start to relax around him and the pain condenses into a gooey ember right at the center of you.

“That’s it, love.”

His hips start to roll slow, dragging his cock along your walls, sending sparks up your spine.

“Fuck, Dee,” you gasp.

He snatches a kiss from your trembling lips and asks, “Too much?”

Your mouth gapes open with a ragged moan and you press your sweaty forehead into his, “Issss perfect—So fuuucking good—“

He lets out a raspy chuckle, “Listen to you, Lua, all fucking cock drunk, fuck—”

The laugh you release is delirious, and quickly devolves into moaning as he starts to fuck you faster. He’s not wrong. You feel disoriented and tingly, like you’ve been launched into space and you’re no longer on Earth, but on Planet Dieter.

You can tell he’s starting to unravel when he pants all kinds of filthy things against your frantic breathes, fueling the fire licking your insides, pulling you closer and closer to your ascent.

“You fucking love when I stretch your cunt out, don’t you doll? Hmm?”

You whimper and nod.

“Say it.”

“I—I fucking love w-when you stretch my cunt out.”

“Who’s my little slut?”

“I’m your little slut, Dee—oh, fuck—”

“That’s fucking right, baby,” he grunts, fucking you harder, faster. You clamber up his body, tugging on his hair, pulling him closer, gasping at the brilliant heat expanding at the base of your spine.

“Don’t fucking stop, don’t fucking stop, fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck,” you sob, drawing one more sharp inhale before you fall off the edge, ecstasy shattering you into a thousand pieces, then bringing you back together whole.

“Fuck yes, baby, there we go—oh my fucking god—”

Dieter’s hips drive up into you with a handful of rough, deep thrusts, while your whole body shudders and you release a choked moan. His echoes alongside yours, harmonizing in this unrestrained, unmistakably feral noise.

Every ounce of pressure held under your sweat-drenched, tingling skin deflates.

“Holy fucking shit, Dee,” you pant, ripping your sticky legs away from his, trying to find solid ground.

He lowers you to your feet, and you both stumble back a little, chests heaving, grinning at each other like mad.

“God, I love you,” he says, shaking his head as he doubles over to catch his breath, then he glances around and mutters, “I need to lay down.”

Three hard bangs against the door make you both jump.

“Are you done fucking yet?”

Your wide eyes meet his for a terrified moment, then you both burst with laughter.

“Yeah, give us a second,” Dieter calls back, then scoops his pants off the ground. After adjusting your dress and collecting your underwear, you walk to the sink to wash your hands and notice something resting between the faucet and wall: a metallic silver sharpie.

A smile spreads across your face. You grab it and hold it up to Dieter, who’s buckling his pants, “Do you want to do the honors, or should I?”

He raises his eyebrows when he glances up at you, and when he realizes what you’re implying, grins like a madman, “May I?”

You hand him the sharpie and he finds an unmarred section of black tile on which to write the message, framing the words with a frilly Valentine’s Day heart: DEE + LUA 4EVA!

[insomniakisses]

Ooooh gotta love werewolves and even more so werewolf!Kate. How about maybe Kate asking reader to be her mate? 👀 Either that or the first time reader sees her shift 🐺 - 🌀

Painful nights and soft mornings

Character: Werewolf! Kate Bishop (mcu)

Warnings/Notes: TVD werewolf lore-ish?, werewolf kate, mentions of bone breaking and snapping, soft kate

“You really don’t have to stay you know..” she rushes out, standing like a lost puppy as she fiddles with the mug in her hands.

“Kate,” you take the cup from her and softly move to grab her face “we talked about this baby i don’t mind,” you place a soft kiss to her lipsI want to help you through this”

She smiles against your lips them, moving to nudge your nose with hers. “Your so good to me”

You roll your eyes and tug her body closer against you, letting her hold you from behind as you continue to make the hot cocoa. Taking them into the bedroom you place them down before turning to the girl trailing behind you, guiding her to lay on the bed.

“So when will it start?” You ask as you run your fingers against hopes bare shoulders, tracing mindless pattens there and kissing her head.

“Soon, like rlly soon” you can hear the panic in her voice and move to hold her closer, her skin burning up and her jaw clenching against your chest.

“B-baby!” She yelps, her arm snapping before you can reply. She whimpers and groans and you feel your eyes water at the repetitive bon snapping and her whines and pleas.

About 15 minutes of pained crys and snapping bones later a panting brown wolf moves to lay against your chest. Whining as she noses at you to lift your arms around her.

“Your so soft baby!” You gasp out when you run your hand through her fur, giggling when she licks at your face and gets up to “pounce” on your body.

“You wanna play baby?” You coo, reviving a soft yip in response as she begins to nip and lick all over your face. Playfully pushing her over she whines and playfully bites at your hand.

——————————<3——————————

Stirring awake up you feel your self nuzzling deeper into the warmth of kate’s bare chest, humming in content when she pulls you closer with a groan.

“You sleep okay baby?” She mumbles tiredly against your head, causing you to softly nod as one of your hands mindlessly playing with the soft hair of her happy trail.

“Your wolf snores loud as fuck tho,” you cant help tease causing her to huff and say “I’m surprised I slept since you wouldn’t stop stroking me and giving me snout kisses”

You chuckle and remind her how much she loved them, whining whenever you stopped. Shes silent then deciding to shut her eyes and fake sleep.

“You know i just realised,” you muse focusing on your hand caressing her abdomen “your fur and happy trail feel exactly the same!”

You chuckle at the blush that takes hold of her face, she doesn’t respond verbally simply groaning and flipping you under her. Her face digging into your neck. Groaning a “Go back to sleep y/n”.

[plzfeedmebread]

To Ask So Casually - Miles Quaritch x Female! Reader

word count: 1284

Pairing: Recom! Na'vi Colonel Miles Quaritch x Female! Recom! Na'vi Reader Tags/Warnings: R18 - minors DNI!, fluff, smut, mutual lewd touching, bonding, pure filth little plot

Author's Notes: Based on the prompt - "how would the recoms react to their fem recom s/o wanting them to ✨️casually✨️ rub their clit that leads to maybe some mutual touching/masturbation 👀"

*by clicking read more you understand the contents herein are for adults only*

“Can you come over here and rub my clit while I read?”

The question comes off so casually, he has to do a double take.

You’re on the bed, dressed only in a singlet and underwear, propped up on the pillows as you continue reading the book in hand, eyes never leaving the pages.

Miles had just emerged from the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel around the waist. He had been rummaging through his clothes for a top to wear when you had posed the question so nonchalantly.

“You wanna run that by me again?” He asks with an eyebrow raise and a smirk, arms crossed. His tail flicks up at the prospect of excitement.

“You heard me.” He admires your ability to be so straight faced, but the slight twitch to your mouth does not go unnoticed, nor the flick of your tail too.

“Just wanna make sure I heard ya right is all.”

You lift your eyes up to meet his head on, half lidded and beckoning. You teasingly lick the tip of your finger to turn a page, eye-contact unbreaking.

“Well? I’m waiting…”

His smirk widens as he leisurely makes his way to his side of the bed.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

You feel the dip in the bed as he slots himself into your side, trapping your left arm between you two. He nestles his head into your neck as he looks at the book held in your right hand.

“Whatcha readin’?”

“A romance novel. It’s getting rather steamy.” You turn the book toward him slightly.

“That right? Why don’t you read it out loud for me.”

“Alright…”

Miles places a hand to your chest, resting over a mound. The warmth of his palm seeps through the thinness of your top. You lick your lips.

“His touch burnt her in a way most delicious. Hands dragged along the smoothness of her skin. He pinched and squeezed, pulling moans from her depths…”

Quaritch hums into your ear, his hand gripping your breast as he massages the supple flesh. He drags a finger slowly to trace your areola in a lazy circle. You inhale sharply when he switches to his thumb, slowly rubbing over your nipple till it poked through the fabric.

“H-he held her firmly in each hand, massaging her to attention; deft long fingers pinching, sending flits of fire down her spine…”

Quaritch pulls, stretching the fabric down till it sat snug under your breast, exposing you to the chilled air. Wet warmth envelops your perked bud as he takes you into his mouth. You let out a muffled whine when he gives your nipple a hard suck, tongue lapping at you in-between each slurp.

His hand presses firmly into your flesh as he makes a slow trail down your abdomen toward the apex of your legs.

He pops you out of his mouth, pressing a wet kiss to the side of your exposed bosom.

“Go on sweetheart, I’m aaaaall ears…”

You try hard to concentrate on the words, but his mouth is once again on you, devouring your flesh with practiced ease, feeding the flame burning in your loins. You casually throw one leg over his, the other bent at the knee.

“His-his mouth left burning kisses down the plains of her flesh. Lower did he travel, su-sucking her skin harshly, leaving a trail of p-purple flo-flowers. Till f-finally, he came upon her--!”

His hand cups your sex, fingers pressing firmly to your folds. The suddenness interrupts your dictation, and you let out a content sigh turned moan. Slowly does he glide his fingers over your clothed heat, wetness slowly seeping through the mailable fabric.  

He moves to press his face into your neck, hot breath tickling your skin.

“Don’t get distracted now darlin’, it’s just getting good too.”

He scrapes his fangs along your skin, tracing the path with his tongue.

He slips his hand down the front of your panties, causing you to suck in a sudden breath.

And when his finger finally finds your aching clit, you hum with desire, biting your lip to stifle a moan. He spreads your wettened lips, using his middle finger to rub languid shapes upon your bud.

“F-fuck—Miles—!”

“Ssshhh baby. Continue readin’ for me.” He commands.

But you can’t. When you look upon the words, they seem hieroglyphic, illegible. You’re stuttering worsens as you desperately try to speak.

Your head falls back onto your pillow when you feel one finger press into you. Eyes screwed shut, your mouth falls open in ecstasy, pitch perfect moans spilling from your lips.

He gathers your slick on his finger, spreading it along your folds, it makes it easier to glide his finger over your throbbing clit.

You feel his hot throbbing cock press into your thigh as he starts slowly humping you; his towel having since fallen to the wayside.

“Hmmm—Miles!” You moan his name breathlessly, the heated coil tightening in your loins.

“Aww, you done reading for me?”

“Fuck the damn book.” You toss said book somewhere unseen, focusing attention instead on your burgeoning pleasure.

You feel Quaritch smirk against your skin. He gives you a soft bite, playfully nipping at your neck.

“You always did have such a way with words.”

Fed up with his teasing, you reach for him, grabbing his dick in your left hand. He growls from somewhere deep in the back of this throat. The sound excites you all the more.

You turn your head and catch his lips in a bruising kiss. Teeth and tongue, your kiss is a slobbered mess of unbridled passion.

You grab your queue with your free hand, moving it over your body. You break away from the kiss.

“Miles—”

“I got you.”

You whine when his hand leaves your needy heat, but bite your lip as you quiver with anticipation, watching him grab his own queue. You lick your lips as the purple tendrils entwine. Your pupils dilate as a new found, yet familiar euphoria engulfs you and him.

You return your hand to his cock, squeezing tight as you pump your hand along the length. He starts fucking into your hand, in time with your movements.

Encouraged by the sweet sound passionate mewls of fervour, his fingers quicken in their caressing upon your clit. He inserts two fingers into your pussy; your gummy walls sucking in the digits greedily. His thumb rubs your clit as his fingers massage the spongy flesh of your inner walls. His speed and swiftness, coupled with the delectable filth whispered into your ear pushes you off the proverbial cliff.

Your orgasm sets your body alight after such an appetizing build up. The hand on his cock squeezing that much tighter as you writhe in ecstasy.

“Fffuuuuckk yeeesss!” Quaritch moans as he fucks himself to completion, cumming against your thigh. You give him a few lazy pumps, smiling when you feel his body judder from over stimulation.

Once the pleasure subsides to a dull throb, you turn on your side, throwing an arm around Miles’ mid as you snuggle yourself flush against his front. You throw a leg over him for good measure. His arm goes around you, pulling you even closer, mindful of the bond.

He places a kiss to your temple, eliciting a small giggle from you.

It is then you feel his cock, once again hard and at attention, rubbing against you still sensitive folds.

You head snaps up to look at him, eyes widened.

He looks down at you, a sideways smirk on his lips.

“What, you didn’t think were done, did you?”

You lick your teeth, eyeing him back with heady need.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I please have some spicy romance?👀

Some of the fighters like Thor, Heracles,Shiva and Poseidon getting dominated by fem reader shocking them cause of her size? Thank you!

-You were a petite little goddess, being only a minor flower goddess, but you never seemed to let your size get your way.

-You were a fierce warrior in your own right, using a whip made of briars, so you weren’t a pushover, not by any means.

-Here lately you’ve been the butt of a lot of jokes regarding your darling husband, others, mainly goddesses but a few gods, asking how you handle him in the bedroom.

-Some had been a bit cruel to you, asking you if you could even satisfy them due to your petite size, which has left you feeling not only upset, but rather self-conscious as well.

-He noticed you pouting in bed when he entered your shared bedroom, raising an eyebrow, seeing you hugging his pillow tightly to your chest.

-He sat beside you and reached out, brushing your hair out of your face, “Wanna tell me what’s got you upset?”

-Your eyes shifted to him for a moment before you sat up, putting his pillow down and sat up on your knees, “Are you happy being with me?”

-Your bold question made his eyes widen, only for a moment, “What brought this on?”

-Your eyes fell, sliding to your rear, looking a bit ashamed, almost embarrassed, “Am I good- umm… do I- do I satisfy you, in bed I mean?”

-He was even more surprised by this question, a small grin appearing on his face, which made you upset, “Of course you satisfy me, Y/N. Now tell me, who’s got you thinking this nonsense?”

-You bit your bottom lip lightly, annoyed as you thought he wasn’t taking this seriously.

-He noticed that you didn’t think this was a silly thing, you were genuinely upset about this, which made his eyes narrow, as he knew someone had said something.

-Your cheeks puffed up in a pout and you lunged, surprising (God) as you easily pinned him down on his back, sitting across his waist, “Fine! I’ll prove it to you that I can satisfy you!”

Thor

-He was impressed that you knocked him back so easily, he knew he could easily flip you over, but he decided to remain where he was so you could do as you please, with the hopes these thoughts would get out of your head.

-A half hour later his breath was harsh, gripping the sheets below him as you smiled down at him, elated to see him in such a way, your hands stroking him through another orgasm, sitting just below his cock, your sopping core rutting against his shaft.

-You were bold in bed every now and then, but this was a completely new side to you, you had his knees shaking, managing to get two orgasms out of him already.

-Your hands released him, and his gaze looked up at you as you licked his thick cum off your fingers, sucking them into your mouth, rutting slowly against his hardening cock, enjoying your treat.

-His eyes were locked on your lips, watching your tongue poke out to lap at your hands and arms, his teeth clenched together, saying your name between clenched teeth.

-You smirked down at him once you were, mostly, clean, your hands stroking down your own body, fingers dancing against his cock, ready for the next round.

-His resolve snapped, no longer willing to put up with your teasing, tonight at least, and had you quickly on your back, fisting his cock to prod against your core.

-You called out his name, going to scold him but your protest died as a long moan escaped you as he pushed inside, stretching you out, the slight sting sending shocks through your core.

-You gasped as he gripped your hips, pulling you down hard as he bucked into you, a hiss escaping him as he saw the indentation of his cock in your belly as a shriek left you, your mouth falling open.

-Despite having just cum, watching his cock jackhammer into your body made his blood boil, and he could feel another wave coming.

-He knew that you had yet to cum yet, focusing on his pleasure only, which made his heart swell, it made him so happy.

-His hand slid down the middle of your body, his thumb catching your clit and he began to flick against it at a rapid pace.

-You cried out, throwing your head back, calling out for him and within moments you were clenching tightly, crying out again as you came undone, and he released deep within you with a deep groan.

-He was huffing, as the two of you haven’t had a session like that in a long while, but he found himself wanting to do it again and again.

-He cuddled you softly, once you were both cleaned up, holding you to his chest, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, “Never question yourself with me again. There is no one else I want by my side.”

-His words made you smile, and he melted as you peppered his face with kisses, basking in the afterglow of your passion.

Hercules

-He smiled fondly up at you, honestly a bit surprised that you pinned him down, deciding to ignore the fact that he could easily just sit up and pin you down. You didn’t need to prove yourself to him, but that was his view on the situation, so he let you take control, knowing you needed to do this for yourself.

-His resolve was close to snapping about twenty minutes later, after you managed to pull two orgasms out of him already and you were working on his third, your lips and tongue lapping around the tip of his cock, overstimulation filling every sense of his being.

-You looked up at him with big doe-like eyes, making him throw his head back with a groan, bucking up into your lips and hands, making you grin, which he could feel.

-This new, more dominant, side of you in bed was exciting, he couldn’t remember the last time his heart was in his ears and every inch of his body was twitching.

-You had certainly proved yourself to him, even when you didn’t need to, he almost felt like begging you to stop, feeling like it was too much for him to handle.

-You stopped, pulling away when you felt him twitching, so close to cumming and he hissed, glaring down at you, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N.”

-You giggled softly, a playful look in your eyes as you moved your body up, holding onto his cock to hold it up, your core hovering just over it, “But it’s fun~”

-He fought to keep his own grin off his face, a groan leaving him as you slowly sunk down, swallowing him up, your own moan joining his.

-You were about halfway in, and you were gasping already, feeling so full, clenching and twisting around him and you froze, feeling his hands on your hips and pulled you down sharply, bucking up into you.

-Your shriek took him by surprise as you came instantly, squirting around him and he froze, enjoying the feeling of you squeezing him, before he started to buck, prolonging your orgasm as you gasped out his name, begging him to stop.

-He chuckled, almost darkly, up at you, a spark in his eyes as his hand lowered slightly so his thumb could rub your clit, continuing to buck into you, watching your belly expand from his cock.

-His name came from your lips like a chant as he quickly had you tipping over the edge in mere seconds and he finished deep within you, keeping his thumb on your clit, once again prolonging your orgasm, enjoying the tears of pleasure that were slipping down your face.

-You soaked together in his large bath, sitting on his lap, cuddling under his chin as he held you, basking in the gentle glow as you were both now exhausted, but both very satisfied.

-His hand tilted your chin up to look at him and he kissed you softly, before pulling away, thumb stroking your cheek, “Never doubt yourself Y/N, especially with me.” you gave him a small nod, smiling gently up at him.

Shiva

-He shifted one set of hands behind his head, grinning up at you, but remained still, letting you be in charge. He loved it when his wives took charge, and you were no exception, he liked it when you did it the most, if he had to admit it, as you were the smallest, but he knew that you were stronger than you let on.

-A half hour later Shiva was flushed, his hands tied down with your whip, the thorns dulled to not hurt him, as you swallowed him deeply again, making his hips jump.

-You squealed only lightly as he hit the back of your throat again and he looked down, seeing the tears in your eyes, struggling to take him in your pretty little mouth.

-In his mind he was both thanking and cursing his other wives, who had been with him for centuries, while you had only been with him a few years, as they had been teaching you new things in the bedroom, things you were now torturing him with.

-He felt himself getting close again, praying that you would finally let him cum, as you’ve been edging him for the last twenty minutes, getting him so close he could burst with just one more touch, only for you to pull away.

-His breathing got harsher, and you smiled as your tongue circled around his tip, making his head fall back, your name on his lips, he could feel it, it was right there- NO!!

-You pulled away again and his eyes were quick to glare down at you as you leaned back, tucking your hair behind your ears, smiling almost innocently at him, but he knew you were not innocent, not at the moment.

-You crawled back up, sitting just below his cock, astride his legs as you smiled down at him, dragging a nail down his cock which twitched below your touch.

-He glared up at you, “Don’t tease me anymore, Y/N! You’ve proven your point, now fuck me!” your eyes lit up at his words, hearing his praise before his eyes widened in horror as you smiled sadistically down at him, “But this is kinda fun, my love. You look so good twitching under me.”

-The sound of your whip snapping quickly had you paling as two sets of arms were quick to grab you, rolling you beneath him.

-You were hesitant, a bit scared he was going to tease you as he pinned your hands down with one hand while the others grabbed your thighs, pulling them apart so he could see your soaked hole, a grin appearing on his lips, and he was quick to force his way into your body.

-He paused, only for a moment, sighing deeply as he was finally where he wanted to be before his fingers gripped you a bit tighter and began to fuck into you at a fast and harsh pace, enjoying each moan and cry of pleasure you were giving him.

-He thought, only for a moment, to torture you, but not this time, he wanted his end, and he wanted you to join him in ecstasy.

-One of his hands rose to your breasts, flicking and pulling on the nipples while the other, which released your hands, went to your clit, rubbing it harshly, making you choke on a cry.

-He came deeply within you and groaned as you followed only moments later, his breath harsh, his head lowering to rest against your chest, his thighs were shaking, not having an orgasm so powerful in a while, it was exhilarating for him.

-Once you both caught your breath and you both were cleaned up, he laid on top of you, his head on your chest as your fingers scratching against his scalp and the back of his neck, his arms wrapped around you.

-He felt so refreshed, so relaxed, which made him grin as he gave you a small squeeze, “Don’t doubt yourself again Y/N, or I’ll make you prove it to me again.” You giggled softly which made him grin before you both quickly knocked out.

Poseidon

-He chuckled softly, his hands coming to your hips, holding you in place, a flash of delight in his eyes, he liked it when you got dominate in the bedroom and this situation was no different, except that he wasn’t going to tease you today, from what he could see, someone had been teasing you enough as is.

-Twenty minutes later he was two seconds from flipping you onto your back and ravaging you, this patience wearing very thin.

-He went along with your desires, wanting him to just lay there and take what you gave him, to prove that you could satisfy him. He wanted to give you the ego boost that you needed.

-However, you were torturing him, you first sucked his soul out through his dick, leaving his knees shaking as you went as deep as you could in your mouth, struggling to take him.

-Then you started to tease him, rubbing your wet core against his dick, not giving him the satisfaction of being balls deep with you, edging him twice, and now you were starting on the third.

-Seeing his hands wound in the sheets, gripping them tightly, which made your eyes sparkle with delight, it made you happy to see him like that below you.

-His eyes locked with you, sending a jolt through your body as he threatened you, “If you stop again…” he couldn’t finished as you bucked against him a bit more firmly, making his teeth clench shut as you grinned down at him, “Or what?”

-You immediately regretted your words as his hands gripped your hips and rolled you to your back, looming over you instantly, his face covered by shadow, but you could see the red glint of his eyes, making you squeak before he quickly entered you, thrusting all the way to the hilt, a moan escaping each of you at the feeling.

-Twenty minutes later you were in tears, Poseidon holding your wrists down as he fucked you through your fourth orgasm and his third, your lovemaking long forgotten, now wild, ravenous fucking, passionate fornicating.

-Your thighs twitched around his hips as your back arched, your voice weak as you called out his name almost in a whine, which made him chuckle softly, his thumb lowering to your clit, the first touch making you shriek out, which made him give a harsh thrust that you felt in every inch of your body.

-He quickly brought you to your peak again, holding your hips to keep himself firmly seated within, cumming deeply again, his cum spilling out of you, joining the puddle of love below the two of you.

-He collapsed down on top of you, both of you gasping for air as you came down from pure bliss, neither of you being able to move.

-His arms wrapped around you, hugging you to him as he pressed a kiss into your neck, his breath making goosebumps appear on your skin, “We’ll have to do this again.” His praise made your heart soar, but right at that moment, you just wanted to sleep.

[sihakadan]

what if you wrote reader making arcane characters a flustered mess 👀

Hehehe otay

Slightly NSFW for some adult themes or situations

I am going off of the dictionary definition because I forgot what it meant lol If you meant something different, my apologies anon. I think I made some of them more annoyed than anything. I'm so sorry...

Fluster: make (someone) agitated or confused:

"there's nothing you can do or say to fluster Bernie" · "the false start flustered me a bit"

•🐀Silco

-When you call him on his bullshit or when you're right in an argument.

-Also gets annoyed when you do a power play on him. It is supposed to be his thing and there you are, being so...sexy

"You're not being discreet, Silco. You messed up and you know it." You said as you flipped to the next page of your book. "Just admit that you were wrong, and I was right." You looked up and saw him swirl his drink, giving you an annoyed look.

"If you were right, I would-"

You shut your book and leaned forward. "Darling. The whole bathroom is bright pink. I told you not to buy her that dye-"

He sighed and rolled his eyes, lighting his cigar. "She was making you a gift."

"And I love it, but the bathroom renovations? Not so much." You got up, going to him and sitting on his knee, running a hand over his chest, seeing a slight pink on his face. "Now say it." You purred in his ear.

He huffed and leaned back, hand resting on your thigh. "You were right."

Humming and pulling on his tie, you leaned closer to his ear. "Good boy."

•💣Jinx

-When you fix things that she can't

-Wearing her clothes and looking super cute in them. Why doesn't she look that cute in them?

"Pudding, you're pouting." You said in a sing song voice from your perch on her desk.

"And you're being annoying, sitting there like some hot piece of cake." She snapped back, fidgeting with another one of her gadgets.

"A second ago I was an attractive asshole. Am I being promoted?" You slid off the desk and swayed your hips as you walked over to her, bending over when you got in front of her.

"Promoted to thief!" She huffed, her face bright red. "They're my favorite underwear and your ass is way juicier than mine so now, they won't fit."

So, your ass was bigger than hers and therefore you had ruined her favorite underwear? Oh, this was good. "Then take them off."

Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed at you. "What?"

You leaned in a bit more and licked your lips. "Take. Them. Off-"

Jinx had you on the ground before you finished that sentence.

•⌛Ekko

-Cleaning his workspace. How. Could. You?

-Doesn't take criticism well, even if it is constructive.

You tapped your boot on Ekko's and he turned his face away, still pouting with his brows pulled together in that mean frown of his.

"I didn't say it was ugly, Ekko." You sighed, tapping his boot again.

"'Babe, I don't think that the green was the best choice for our room.'" He said in a mocking tone. "I spent all day painting!"

You groaned as he threw your words back at you. You clapped your hands together. "'Was the best choice'. Not the worst." You grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, planting a kiss on his cheek. "And it looks nice, but next time, lets pick the color together, yeah?"

"Hmph." He was still pouting, upset that you weren't thrilled about Firelight Green being the theme of the entire space you inhabited with him.

"Wanna see if the walls match my underwear?" You wiggled your eyebrows at him. "Do a couple of 'swatches'?"

He picked you up so fast and put you over his shoulder as he marched up the steps to the room, still muttering about how he was going to prove you right.

•🦇Scar (bat guy from the Firelights)

-Compliments, telling him he is handsome in front of his friends

-Really gets to him when you put yourself down. Will not have it, you are an angel on earth

You noticed the glare almost immediately when you were talking to a new Firelight and the guy had put a hand on your arm. Then the arms crossed, and you could tell he was biting his cheek to stop from himself from saying something stupid.

The man was mad. Excusing yourself, you made your way over to Scar, watching as his lip twitched. "You okay?" You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him.

He growled and looked back up at the new Firelight, then back down at you, lip twitching again. "Oh, no! He was just being nice."

That didn't make him feel better. "Scar..." You pouted a bit. "He doesn't even have cute ears. How can you be jealous of him?"

Scoffing, he rolled his eyes and his arms dropped, hands on your shoulders. Smiling, you reached up on your toes to plant a kiss on his lips. "Well, tonight we can be loud enough, so he knows who belongs to who? Hm?"

You always knew how to cheer him up.

•💪Vander

-Putting yourself in dumb situations without thinking

-Backtalking

The door slammed behind you as you stomped into the room you shared with Vander; jaw clenched, and hands balled into fists. He was hot on your heels, and he had the biggest scowl you have ever seen him make.

"Don't get mad at me." He crossed his arms "You had no business getting between two brawlers to break up a fight."

"We can't afford a new pool table!" You threw your hands up. "And they already broke a regular table. Thankfully we have an extra to replace it."

"I had it, love." His scowl was beginning to fade, but he was still upset. "You could have gotten hurt."

"But I didn't." You held up your finger. "In fact, I got a couple good jabs in myself."

"That's not the point, dove." He took a deep breath and took a moment to get his thoughts together. "One of these days I'm not going to be there to get you out and then what?" He put a hand on your arm. "Please stop giving Vi ideas."

You giggled, not that angry anymore. Yeah, it was a bone head move. "Yeah, she gets all of the bad ideas from me." You said sarcastically. "Never you."

"Never." He kissed your forehead.

•🔥Finn

-Telling him no. Pouty, pouty baby boy

-Undermining him

"No, Finn." You snapped, pushing the contract back at him. "It's a bad deal and you know it."

"Do I?" His eyes turned into knives as he glared at you. "I don't think I asked for your opinion."

"Hm." You crossed your bare legs, watching his eyes gloss over a bit while he watched you do it. "I think you did when you showed it to me."

He stared you down while flicking his lighter, cursing himself for doing this while you were in your silky night clothes. He could see your nipples and your legs were exposed. "Maybe I showed it to you so you would know who really makes the decisions around here."

You clicked your tongue. "Oh, I see. Still seems to me like it isn't you."

Click. Click. Click. "Do you really want to go there?"

A devious smirk spread on your face, and you licked your lips. "I didn't have too. You did it on your own, pretty boy."

Click. "Get your ass over here and we will see who is in charge of who."

•⚒️Jayce

-Is actually a tidy person. So messing with his tools will drive him nuts and disorient him.

-Lying about touching his tools and don't blame Viktor. He knows.

"-did too." He muttered as he set the wrench back in its place. If Viktor was bad, you were worse about keeping things in place.

"Janna, Jayce, I did not!" You spun in your chair, pulling your goggles down. "I put it back in the drawer!"

"It hangs up." He straightened up and pointed at you; he just caught you in your lie. "Try again, sweetheart."

You sputtered and groaned, rubbing your face. "Ok, but I tried to put it back!"

He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "In the wrong place."

"I tried! I can't remember where it all goes. This is crazy." You turned around, turning your back on him. "-becomes a counselor and a terror all in one week." You mumbled under your breath and picked up the gear you had been trying to carefully put in place.

"Say you're sorry, baby." You saw two large hands on either side of you and could feel his breath on your neck.

"Sorry you're a clean freak." You sniffed, pretending to concentrate harder.

You could practically feel him tense up and make a face of frustration, making you hold back a laugh. No, you would not do it this time.

"Okay, then." Without warning he had you up on the desk and pinned, smirking at you.

It made you laugh, how he thought this was going to make you say you were sorry. "Now I am definitely not sorry." You pulled on his shirt.

•📖Viktor

-Folding the corners of books to book mark them. Only animals would do that nonsense.

-Unnecessary noises drive him insane. Please, do not-

The tapping was getting louder and louder and now he was barely unable to think, just tap tap tap.

"Darling, would you be so kind as to stop?" He turned in his chair and asked you politely. You probably didn't even know you were doing it.

You looked up from your book and blinked before you looked at your hand, realizing you were tapping your nails on the table. "Oh, yeah. Sorry." You put your hand under your thigh.

He gave you a sweet smile, thanking you before turning around and going back to his work.

Swishswishswishswish- he turned back around and saw you looking at him while running your hand over a textured surface. "Darling-"

"Yes?" You smirked, seeing his eye twitch.

"Must you?" He raised his brows, his jaw flexing as he clenched it.

Swishswishswishswish- you went faster, keeping eye contact. "I fear I must."

His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, licking his teeth. "My dearest, most beloved darling- fucking quit."

You burst out laughing, your stomach muscles getting sore with how hard they clenched with laughter. Did he just say fucking? You had never seen him so annoyed with you.

"Oh, this is funny?" He was trying to look intimidating, but you could see the smirk. You heard his chair rolling towards you and then you were trapped between him and your desk. "You think this is funny?"

"-I made-" You wheezed. "You said fucking." Your ribs hurt so bad.

His hands gripped your thighs and pulled you closer before sliding up to more intimate parts. "I'll show you funny."

•🖌️Mel

-Tickling. Why would you do this to her?

Finding out that Mel was ticklish had been a delight to you and anguish for her. You found out by running your fingers down her side as you laid in bed with her. Your eyes lit up and a big smile spread across your face as she wiggled away from you.

"Mel, are you-"

"If you do it, I swear, I will-" You pounced and tried to pin her, but this was Ambessa Medarda's daughter and she was not going down without a fight.

"Darling, you better stop!" She was a lady! A councilor!

You were able to pin her momentarily and get her real good and for the first time you heard a real good laugh out of her. Not a chuckle or a soft, reserved laugh, but a good loud laugh right from her belly.

Stopping, you wrapped yourself around her, smiling like mad as you pressed your face between her shoulder blades. "I like your laugh."

"That was so unbecoming." She looked at you with disbelief.

Giggling, you kissed her shoulder. "I know and I loved it."

•🚬Sevika

-Hiding her cigars. She knows you hate it but babe, stop

-Using her weaknesses against her

"I swear, I put them on the table-" Sevika felt over her pockets and growled when she didn't find what she had been looking for. "Babe!" She turned around and looked at the living room. No, she didn't leave them there.

"Yes?" You called from the bedroom.

"Have you seen my smokes? I left them on the table- damn it, babe." She groaned as you appeared in the doorway of the bedroom, smokes in hand, completely naked.

"Oh, these? Yeah, I have them." You held them up and waved them around a little.

She sighed and held out her hand. "Please give them back." Try the honey first.

"Hmmm." You pretended to think. "No, I don't think I will."

She rubbed her chin in aggravation and groaned again. "I do love you, I really do, but you are being such a shit right now."

Giggling before faking a pout, you looked at the cigars in your hand. "You're not even gonna fight for them?"

What did you want? A full-on brawl? "What do you want? I'm gonna be late."

Smug and feeling very empowered, you held out the cigars. "You can have these-" You pulled them back when she went to grab them. "Or..." Your voice got sultry. "You can have me."

Oh, she loved you so damn much. "Hm, I have to think about that." She teased you back and you gasped, feigning offense.

"Ok, fine." You tossed them on the bed behind you. "Gotta get through me to get them."

Sevika was already taking off her cloak. "Oh, I'm coming."

[hongjoongscafe]

Sooo, a request for bitch hours💞 can you make a hoseok smut where he is like a professor and like a Dilf, age gap thing, hobi should be a little over dominating since he is her professor or smth👀 and exhibitionism, like while hobi is ramming her the principal or some other high authorities enter. Anddd he should have a wife👀 (yes sorry about that, if you are uncomfortable with cheating thing just forget this last point)

(Sorry don't judge me, my kinks are weird😭)

P.s sorry it's a little too long.

Can y/n be replaced with Shalviya?(sorry again if the name is long)

As long as the cheating thing is just in fiction, it is okay. No one will judge you😭💓

Bitch hours

Call

Pairing: hoseokxreader (Shalviya)

Warning: read the request, spanking, name calling.

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“Come in,” Hoseok's honey voice lured Shalviya into her professor's office. “Now tell me, what is it?” his buttons on the white dress shirt were open, giving a glimpse of his tanned, honey chest. It was quite the opposite of what he looked like. His tie was gone, cuffs open and sleeves rolled up till elbows. His veiny arms were looking too delicious to not bite them.

Focus, Shalviya, focus. She repeated to herself.

“Hm?”

She jerked out of her mind zone, “um, uh. I-I wanted to ask a doubt in this question,” she pointed at one question in her book.

“Ah,” he smiled and bit his lower lip, checking her out before gesturing her toward the chair by his desk. “Have a seat.”

She hesitantly sat down with her book on the desk, a pencil in her hand. Sweat already formed on her forehead.

“Which question?” He got up from his seat and walked around and stood behind her seat.

“Th- This,” she pointed with a shaky hand. She felt him leaning in, his masculine scent blurring her mind.

“That is so simple,” his hot breath fanned her ear. “Wanna solve it together?” a shiver ran down her spine when his lips brushed her earlobe.

His hands were on her arms, slowly moving up. “Wouldn't it be fun?” he licked her ear, hands cupping her boobs and squeezing them. “To strip you down and solve the knot in your pussy?”

“Senpai,” Shalviya moaned and her head rolled back, resting on her senpai's chest. “Please.”

She gasped loudly when he tore open her shirt, buttons flying everywhere. “Gonna fuck you good, Baby.”

The next thing she knew was that she was bent over the table, skirt bunched over her waist. The fat cock of Hoseok was sheathed deep into her dripping cunt. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted and dug his nails into your skin. Her ass bounced whenever his pelvis hit her ass. “Still so fucking tight,” he rubbed the skin of Shalviya's ass and spanked her.

“Nngh,” her fingers crushed some random papers on his desk, bare tits rubbing on the wooden table. “Harder!”

“Such a fucking slut,” he fisted her hair and pulled her back and thrusted his hips harder and faster. His cock was hitting the cum spot harder. “Getting dicked by her professor, hm? Can't keep her pussy from wrapping around my cock?”

“Senpai,” you moaned. Her pussy clenching him good.

Soon, his phone rang and “wifey❤️” appeared on the screen with him and his wife in the background smiling at the camera.

Hoseok chuckled. “And getting fucked by a married man,” Shalviya moaned loudly at the fact. Her eyes rolled back. “Yeah? You like it when a married man fucks you dumb when his innocent wife is waiting at home, making dinner for me, right?”

“Yes, God yes,” she whined, tears staining her pretty cheeks. “Love to be your side slut.”

Hoseok's and Shalviya's heads turned towards the door when they heard it open with a loud thud. There stood the principal of the department. His eyes were wide and looking straight at where Hoseok's dick was still moving in her. “Look at that, baby, we have an audience,” his dick twitched inside her pussy.

She said some slurred words, already too dumb to say something properly. Hoseok brought a hand around and tapped her clit before rubbing tight and fast circles over it.

“Fuckkkk,” her back arched, nails scratching the polish of the table, her legs trembling.

“Cum over me, bitch. Wanna take home your cum over my cock. Wanna fuck my wife with that. Scent it with your cunt. Will make her cunt smell like yours,” he spanked her ass and plunged deeper.

With a loud moan, Shalviya came over his cock, her cunt clenched around him tightly. It pulled him to the edge, cock twitching inside your sensitive cunt.

“Shal,” he hissed and filled her up with his hot cum. The thought of his head watching him made his high intense.

Hoseok was still inside of her and looked at the principal who was now supporting a big bulge. “Baby?”

“Hm?” she hummed, eyes narrowing at her principal's dick.

“Go ahead and suck, Namjoon. Help him too.”

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