#it wouldnt be this way if i could just get a fucking grip

[enimsiyobeht]

hot, single dilf near you! long drabble.

mdni 💦 !! san x amab reader. sub/bttm san x dom/top reader. modern setting/alternative universe. age gap (san is implied to be in his late 30’s while reader is implied to be in their early 20’s), single dad/girl dad san, reader is dating san’s daughter, san is a terrible dad (honestly i wouldnt support this irl ..... pls don't do this), feminization kink, san is a tease/temptress, mean reader, sloppy/messy blowjob (reader receiving), minor deepthroating, name calling ('girl', 'slut', 'fucktoy', 'princess', 'daddy' not the kink!), more degradation than praise, humiliation/guilt kink, spit as lube, stark naked v. fully clothed, on the couch/sofa, hardcore sex, unprotected sex (WRAP YOUR WILLY!!), minor dacryphilia, minor breath play/choking, missionary → full nelson, one occurrence of spanking, heavy manhandling, minor exhibitionism, breeding/fertility kink, handjob (san receiving; extra scene), semi-public setting (san gets the handjob in the car; extra scene), minor exhibitionism & voyeurism (extra scenes), two different occasions of bathroom sex (sorry not sorry; extra scenes), against the door (extra scene), no prep (extra scene).

Well .... it started with a handshake.

You met San the first time your girlfriend—his daughter—dragged you over for dinner. Warm smile, laugh lines at his eyes, and the kind of body that didn’t match the “dad” image in your head. You didn’t expect the firm grip that lingered a second too long or the way his eyes flicked down your arms like he was sizing you up—not protectively, but appreciatively.

He played it cool. Always kind, always warm, just barely stepping into flirtation. Innocent.

Almost.

The second dinner, he wore a shirt two sizes too small, thin fabric stretched across a chest that clearly still saw the inside of a gym. You caught him watching you when he thought you weren’t looking—eyes dipping to your lap when you sat down, or following your mouth when you sipped from your glass.

The third time, it was the robe.

He “accidentally” came out of the bathroom while you were waiting in the living room. Damp hair, loose tie at the waist, bare thighs peeking out as he bent to pick something up from the floor.

“Ah—sorry,” he laughed, eyes shining with mock embarrassment. “Didn’t think you’d be here this early.”

But you were early on purpose. Just to catch him again.

Your girlfriend never noticed. Always too busy talking about her latest brunch or trying on new outfits in her room. And San? He took his chances when she was distracted. Small touches on your forearm. Sitting too close on the couch. Asking for help opening tight lids with his back turned, making you step close and smell the fresh citrus shampoo in his hair. Breasts—no, pecs—brushed against your chest more than once.

And then came the night.

She told you she’d be out late—girl’s night, maybe a sleepover.

San texted you before she even left the house.

> “If you’re bored, I’m making wine pasta. Just us guys tonight.”

You knew what he meant. He knew you knew.

You showed up in black jeans and a tight shirt on purpose. Two could play the game.

San was wearing soft cotton lounge shorts. No underwear. You knew that because he didn’t bother hiding how his cock moved underneath the fabric every time he shifted in front of the stove.

You leaned on the counter, watching him stir sauce, his back to you.

“You always cook dressed like that?” you asked.

He smiled without turning around. “Only when I’m trying to impress someone.”

“Who, then?”

He finally looked over his shoulder, gaze heavy. “You tell me.”

That was all it took.

You had him pressed against the counter before the burner was even off. His breath caught when you slid your hand over his hip and cupped him from behind, rubbing your palm over the half-hard length you knew had been growing since you walked in.

“Finally,” he whispered—half to himself.

“You’ve been such a fucking tease,” you growled into his ear, dragging your fingers up under his shirt, feeling the heat of his chest. “You like tempting your daughter’s boyfriend like that?”

San whimpered, leaning back into you. “Didn’t think you’d actually touch me…”

“Bullshit.” You spun him around, hands gripping his waist. “You’ve been begging for this since day one. Dressing like a slut. Bending over for no reason. Looking at me like you want to be bred.”

His eyes fluttered. You watched him crumble under those words—no resistance, just quiet, pathetic need. You pushed him down onto his knees, and he went easily, hands resting obediently on your thighs.

“So desperate,” you murmured, unzipping. “Gonna show me how bad you want it?”

He nodded, lashes fluttering. “Please…”

And San’s lips were already parted by the time your cock brushed them, his eyes glassy and wide, mouth wet with anticipation. You didn’t even have to guide him—he opened, eager, letting the head slide across his tongue with a quiet moan like it was exactly what he’d been craving all this time.

“Good girl,” you murmured, fisting his hair as you fed him more.

He whimpered at the praise. Girl. He didn’t correct you. He liked it. His cheeks flushed pink, knees spreading a little wider on the tile floor like he wanted to be mounted, wanted to be something dirty—wrong.

You fucked into his mouth slowly at first, letting his throat adjust to the weight. It was messy, wet sounds filling the kitchen, spit pooling down his chin as he gagged softly around your length.

“Look at you,” you growled, tightening your grip in his hair and making him choke harder. “My girl’s father on his knees like a fucktoy. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

San moaned around your cock.

You pulled him off with a sharp tug, saliva stretching in strings from his lips to your tip, his mouth puffy and red.

“Bet your daughter has no idea how much of a filthy little thing her daddy is.”

He gasped, panting. “She… she can’t know… please…”

“You’re so guilty, aren’t you?” you said softly, mockingly, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “But that pretty little hole’s still clenching, isn’t it?”

You dragged him up by the arms and shoved him onto the couch. He landed on his back, legs spread instinctively, his cock twitching untouched between his thighs as you climbed over him.

“Take your shirt off.”

He obeyed immediately. Chest rising and falling, nipples stiff, stomach flexing in anticipation.

“Shorts, too.”

He hesitated—not because he didn’t want to, but because he did. The thrill of being seen, exposed, already leaking, his hole slick with need—there was no shame anymore, only hunger.

You leaned in close. “Be a good girl for me, San. Show me that pussy.”

He shivered violently and pulled them off.

There it was—his soft, needy hole glistening between spread thighs, begging to be filled. Flushed, twitching around nothing.

You spat on it.

San gasped, jerking as the wetness landed. Then you slapped it. Once. Hard enough to make him cry out.

“This what you wanted when you were walking around in your little robe? Acting innocent while dripping in front of me?”

He whimpered, fingers digging into the cushions. “Yes—yes, I wanted you to see me—wanted you to want it—”

“I don’t want it,” you hissed, dragging your cock over his hole. “I own it now.”

Then you shoved in.

San screamed. One hand flew to your bicep, the other fisting the throw pillow. His body arched under you as your cock split him open, stretching him wide and deep. You didn’t give him time to adjust. No gentle easing in—just raw, sharp thrusts, deep and punishing.

“Dirty,” you growled. “Letting me fuck you raw the second your daughter walks out the door.”

“She—she can’t know—” San sobbed.

You wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed lightly. “Then keep quiet, princess. You don’t want her hearing you get bred like a little whore, do you?”

He shook his head wildly, tears running down his temples. But his hips rolled up into every thrust like he needed the filth, the guilt, the danger.

You bent over him, panting, lips brushing his ear. “Gonna fill this pussy up, daddy. Gonna fuck a baby into you right here on the couch you made dinner on.”

His breath caught. His whole body spasmed.

“Y-you can’t—I can’t—”

“You will,” you growled. “You were made for this. My good little girl. Taking it so deep, so full.”

His cries were muffled as you stuffed the pillow into his mouth, manhandling his hips higher as you fucked him harder. You gripped his thighs tight, pounding into him like your cock could mold him open permanently. He was nothing but a shaking, trembling mess beneath you, eyes rolling back as the rhythm broke him open from the inside.

Then you pulled him flush against your chest and slammed deep one last time.

“Take it—take my fucking cum, San.”

You came with a low, possessive growl, buried to the hilt inside his soaked, clenching heat. San cried under you, body jolting as he came untouched, painting both your stomachs.

You didn’t pull out. Not right away. You just held him there, cock twitching in his hole, watching your cum slowly start to leak out around the seal.

extra scenes (this request specifically had my brain working FINALLYYY because it felt like i couldnt genuinely write 'properly/fully' for a moment)

After dropping his daughter off at work.

He’s been stealing glances at you the whole ride, fidgeting with one hand on the wheel and the other twitching in his lap.

“I’m hard,” he mutters finally, cheeks red. “I can’t go home like this.”

You lean over and undo his jeans, pulling his cock out. “Drive.”

His breath stutters as you stroke him slowly. “We’re gonna get caught—”

“You like that,” you murmur, licking his ear. “You want someone to see her daddy get jerked off in public.”

He cums barely two minutes later, whimpering into the steering wheel, cum soaking his shirt. You kiss his cheek and tuck him away again.

Family dinner at a relative’s house. San drags you into the guest bathroom mid-meal.

He locks the door with shaking hands and pulls you in, already lifting his dress shirt.

“I need you in me now,” he begs, pulling down his trousers. “Please—I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

You shove him over the sink, watching his reflection in the mirror as you push into his greedy little hole. He looks ashamed. Flushed. Gorgeous.

You fuck him without mercy, gripping his hips, making him watch his own face as he gets ruined. You whisper, “Look at yourself. Look how pathetic you are. You were supposed to be the adult.”

“I’m not,” he gasps. “Not when I’m like this…”

You cum deep, pressing your hand over his mouth as he screams into the porcelain. He shakes afterward, cock leaking onto the counter, head falling forward.

“Pull yourself together,” you whisper. “Your daughter’s waiting.”

Daughter’s upstairs, shower running, but you're pressing San into his bedroom door.

“No time,” he whines, already pulling his briefs down. “Just—just fuck me—hurry—”

You lift him by the thighs and pin him to the door, cock sliding into his slick hole in one thrust. He cries out but you slap a hand over his mouth, eyes sharp.

“You want her to hear you, slut?”

His legs tighten around your waist as you thrust up into him hard and deep, his body bouncing softly against the wood. The sound of water running above masks the wet smack of skin on skin.

You kiss his temple, whispering, “You’re such a dirty little thing. What would she say if she caught us like this?”

“She’d—she’d hate me—” he whimpers behind your hand.

“But you’d still beg for more, wouldn’t you?”

You cum with a grunt, holding him high and full, then slowly lower him, watching your cum leak down his thighs.

She calls your name from upstairs.

San presses his forehead to your chest. “Go.”

Bathroom Stall at Her Birthday Dinner. A fancy restaurant. Family and friends at the table. San excuses himself first. You follow five minutes later.

He’s already bent over in the handicapped stall, pants around his knees, hole glistening.

You slam the lock and shove in without prep, making him cry out into the crook of his arm.

“We shouldn’t—” he gasps.

“But you need to be ruined on your daughter’s birthday, huh?”

You rail him hard, teeth gritted, hand clapped over his mouth to muffle the lewd sounds of skin and slapping and shame. The walls are thin. Anyone could hear.

“Gonna breed you again,” you groan. “Gonna make you carry my kid and pretend it’s some mystery. Think she’ll notice your belly swelling?”

He cums untouched—again.

a/n : i had so much fun writing this, no i dont goon to my works i just have a passion for writing erotic works, #hungry feedmemore.com 😼😼 (& i fear this surpassed the dirtiness of the encore series).

[sttoru]

𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. sukuna is shameless—not caring if anyone were to ever catch him righteously claiming ownership over his favorite concubine in the garden.

wc. 1.5k-ish

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. exhibitionism. size difference. dumbification \\ objectification. has two c.ocks. hair pulling. use of spit (yeah ik i wouldnt write for it but its sukuna). breeding themes. overstimulation. reader gets called ‘little girl, slut’. sukuna’s a menace and loves to create drama between his concubines

“shut up. i don’t care if they’re here or not,” sukuna grunts, tightening his grip on your fleshy thighs as his lower cock slams in and out your sloppy cunt without much thought. the sound of pruning shears cutting off branches is easily overwhelmed by the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.

you feel sorry for those servants who’re just doing their job tending to the garden. none of them dare to look your way. they’re sweating, eyes solely focused on the branches they’re cutting, acting like they are not hearing the sinful moans and grunts in the distance. if they look, they’re dead. that much is known.

everything is blurry to you. all you can manage to do is let out a string of pleasure filled whines. your body is easily overpowered and held up against the harsh wood of the nearby wall. your thighs are spread in an awfully painful way, your knees up to your chest. quite literally folded in half.

“i said eyes on me, y’ fuckin’ slut,” sukuna barks. he does not have the patience today. you breaking the intense eye contact with him only worsens his mood. one of his veiny hands tug at your hair. the others hold you up—not allowing you to even think of getting back on your feet until your tight cunt is done milking him for what he’s worth.

you gasp and sukuna takes the chance to grab your jaw with yet another free hand. “open y’r mouth,” his hips do not still for even a second. they roll and ground against yours, the surrounding skin near his pelvis stained with your wet juices. he could smell it. just as nasty and dirty as he wants it to be.

you part your lips and keep them like that, not wanting to piss sukuna off even more. he grins at the sight of your red tongue instinctively rolling out like the obedient little girl you are. he spits right into your mouth, “swallow.”

you do so without second thought. the warm liquid trickles down your throat. sukuna watches in satisfaction, drilling into you until your insides are complete mush. you’re drooling over yourself already—clearly having lost control over your rationality.

you sniffle and try to hold onto sukuna’s biceps. your small fingers curl around the shape of them, nails digging into his flesh. every time you think sukuna’s finally letting up, he only increases his inhuman pace. “my l-lord, ‘s too much,” you cry out. your body could only handle so much pleasure before it’d break down. your pussy is convulsing around his girthy cock, feeling his other sliding back and forth over your sensitive clit.

the king of curses shuts you up with a hiss. his bottom set of eyes is focused on the impressive scene of your tiny pussy swallowing his cock so easily. he’s feeling proud of the fact that he’s molded you into the perfect concubine for him and his carnal pleasure.

sukuna has fucked you silly enough times to know how to get you under his spell. his fingers brush over your hard nipples, grabbing the squishy flesh of your tits as they bounce with each of his thrusts. he leans his head down towards yours. his rough, raspy voice makes your body heat up, “no, no. it’s never too much for my little girl, right? she can easily take ‘nother load f’me.”

your breath hitches and sukuna realises it worked. he knows just what to say to manipulate you into giving in. so he can fuck you senseless for how long he wants. you’re a sucker for the fact that he calls you his. that’s what you are—you’re his woman. only his and no one else’s. the claim of ownership makes your pussy clench.

“y-yes, my lord. i can take another, i can,” you breathe out, head swaying from side to side, not mentally able anymore to keep up with sukuna’s intense libido. yet, your body is still active, squeezing around sukuna’s dick as he promised you more of his precious cum.

the king of curses snickers, amused by just how fast you gave in. “that’s what i thought, hah,” he’s realised that his hold on you knows no bounds. you’re his little toy. the only one he wants to ravish these days. and the only one worth of carrying his seed.

you’re still thinking about the way he’s called you ‘his little girl’. it’s driving you closer to the edge. you start to get louder, completely ignoring your inner thoughts that begged you to have some decorum; to try and hide the fact that you’re getting slutted out in the courtyard.

there’s not much hiding it anyway since the servants have a clear understanding of what’s going on behind them. “mghh, please—please need more!” you mewl and sukuna listens. his red eyes darken with desire as you get into it. he loves to experience that lust driven side of yours. a complete opposite to your usual formal and shy self.

“louder, c’mon. let them know i’m fucking you good,” sukuna sneers, enjoying the mind games he is playing with you. you’re too cockdrunk to even notice. the them in his sentence refers to his other concubines. he knows that you’re secretly craving to get revenge on them and show them just how well you get dicked down by him every single day.

unlike them, who rarely get graced by his touch. that is, when you’re unavailable.

you do as told and increase the volume of your erotic moans, letting everyone around the estate know what you’re getting up to. not like anyone could interfere. sukuna wouldn’t dare let them live a second after.

“that’s it, yeah,” the sorcerer grunts and rams his length repeatedly into you, cursing at the way you’re gripping him so tightly. you’re so dripping wet that he slips out of you for a second. he moves his hips, angling them better to slam back inside of you.

however, you’re one step ahead. your shaky hand reaches down between your legs and you quickly guide his tip to your entrance, urging him to push between your moist folds again. “nasty fuckin’ girl,” sukuna scoffs at your desperation, though secretly thrives off it. he switches cocks and shoves the upper one into your cunt.

you gasp. you’re so used to him to the point that you could sense the difference between his dicks. the upper one has more veins and is a tad bit girthier. you hiccup and nearly choke on your own moans and spit from the change of pace and dicks. “ngh, ‘tis so deep, my lord—” you whine loudly and your hands move to hold your breasts, stopping them from painfully jiggling around in every direction.

sukuna hums in content as he continues his rough thrusts. he can feel his balls twitch and clench, ready to shoot his sperm all up in your womb like you deserve. though, he doesn’t want to end this moment too quickly. he wants to extend it.

“c’mere,” sukuna grumbles and stops pounding your poor, aching cunt. he stills his dick inside you and allows you to cling onto his tall stature, lifting you away from the wall. he silently urges you to wrap your legs around his waist so he could carry you.

the robes of your kimono get left behind on the patch of grass near the wall of the main house. there’s a few droplets of white liquid that’s stained the grass, right where sukuna and you were standing at seconds ago.

you don’t think about anything anymore as you babble about how full you felt with his cock all the way in you. the fat tip brushes against your cervix with each step sukuna takes towards his next destination.

“keep talkin’ to me, doll. tell me how good it feels to take my cock,” he grins smugly as he carries your little body like a trophy into the main building—not paying mind to any maids who he passes by. they’re shocked by the sight of their lady in such a state, though are only able to bow at the two of you.

sukuna finally stops in front of the dinner table. the same table you always have dinner at with him and his other women. he places your back against the surface, big hands holding you down by your hips. “there we go,” he coos mockingly, seeing how you’re completely fucked out, yet still needing more of him.

the king of curses has his own twisted reasons of bringing you here. looking outside of the window, you notice how the sun is starting to set. that’s also the moment you realise his hidden motive.

the other concubines will sooner or later gather at the dining hall to eat supper. they’d expect a peaceful meal, though instead, they’ll be greeted by the sight of their dear lord screwing his favorite. it’ll be a painful blow to them.

which is exactly what the ruthless man wants to achieve.

sukuna licks his lips and all of his eyes focus on you solely, “gonna enjoy my dinner a bit earlier t’day, yeah?”

CR. STTORU 2024

[gamblersdoll]

im the anon that asked for the previous tiktok trend with katsuki.. (iloveditsomuch)

can you do the one where katsuki keeps copying your snaps, so you sent him a snap doing an arm flex and he copies it? or it could be the other way around, so he snaps a pic of him shirtless? i love your work sosososomuch

uh oh! double ask time!

snap!

your eyes pay attention to the notification on your phone, ‘geezer sent you a snap!’ and you snicker, probably him just sending another video of him working out.

but no, he actually just sent the same photo you sent, a picture of your eye. of course he saved yours to the chat, and you reciprocated his , too. but an idea pops into your tiny brain, sending him another snap of your lips.

snap!

you giggle when he sends you a snarled lip photo, trying his damnest to mean mug you.

you aim the camera to your chest, a little bit of your softly pressed breasts playing peak a boo with the camera. immediately, he opens it, saves it, and then radio silence for the next five minutes.

snap!

the message sends through on your phone, a reciprocated photo, but him saying ‘put them away, slut.’ captioned on it. you giggle, an idea somewhat popping into your head again.

you send a video of yourself with a string wrapped around your bicep, flexing the muscle until you couldnt and it only slightly stretched the string. you look pitiful, katsuki sending a laughing emoji in the chat bar.

‘you cant do it either, king explosion whore.’

snap!

and what do you know? he sends a video of himself with some string on his thicker bicep. he didnt need to flex then for it to be huge, but boy oh boy. he finally flexes his arm, the string popping and leaving a small mark that fades instantly.

‘gasps!’ you message him.

‘who the fuck gasps over text.’ he messages back, getting a ‘your girlfriend does :3.’

however, what he doesnt expect is you to snap him a photo of your nipples. he immediately turns his phone away, hoping no one saw his girls’ tits on his phone. he looks back though, eyeing the metal bars through what he knew were sensitive nipples. fuck— why now, stupid girl?

snap!

he sends you a photo of him, a snarl on his face and red ears. he was flustered, because he still had another five hours on the job. ‘are you trying to get fucked up?’ the caption says, his eyes in a glare.

‘maybe, dynamight. :)’ you send back, a photo revealing your happy trail and your underwear slightly showing your bikini line. he knows whats next, either you stop the show or you continue with it.

snap!

your hearts racing, but you open the message to see him sitting— probably on someones roof and the camera pointed to his legs.

however, someone— no, something was waving at you through his trousers, the caption labeled ‘not much time left.’

you bite your nail, pulling your panties off and snapping him a photo of your soft folds. you felt a little embarrassed, reviewing the image and realizing you probably havent shaved in maybe a couple weeks. but.. you knee katsuki wouldnt mind, somewhat being into it.

the next photo from you came with you deeply arched, flexing your glutes deep from within.

snap!

‘and i thought you had back problems.’ the caption labeled, now a video from katsuki. he was now secluded, hands pulling his cock out from the zipper and you can tell it was semi-hard. the way it was still soft and he could squeeze the base.

your core feels warm, watching how his large hands grip his cock and some pre starts to ooze.

you could play that game.

you send your own video, spreading yourself open and clenching on nothing, the ring of muscle pushing out creamy white. the only difference? it was two hours later when he sent his own video.

‘i hope you know shitty hair saw that.’ he sends you, his bitmoji sitting over the message.

‘oopsies’ you send back, but he immediately starts to type.

‘hope you’re your ready when i get home.’

[r-1-der]

warnings: strap stuff, sub abby, begging, not proof-read

really holding space for teaching a nervous inexperienced abby how to use the strap and her being needy about it. shes been fucked by men before so really she figured shed get it, but it also hadnt ever been all that good for her.

but seeing how you melted below her as she followed your instructions on how to please you made up for all those times she spent with men cringing internally.

she looked at you wide-eyed and flushed, her mouth hanging open with soft pants as she rolled her hips into you, as deep as you wanted her.

she could have easily cum just by watching you like that, she did too, when your hips began rolling to meet hers. it made her whimper and crumble down against you, pulling you as close as she could get you, bullying herself deeper into your pussy.

her warm breath tickled your neck and ear with every moan and whimper that left her. and when your nails lightly scrached at her wide back she just about sobbed, her hips twitched involuntarily with the comforting sting against her muscles.

oh and when your hands slid down her back to her ass to pull her impossibly deeper, whining with her to go harder, she had to blink away tears she was so overwhelmed.

wanting, needing desperately, to see you and take in your face she leaned up on her elbows. she could already feel herself cumming when your clouded eyes opened to look up at her.

abby looked thoroughly fucked and drunk on your pussy. always a puppy, she did as she was told. the pressue of the strap just barely grazing her clit didnt help much with starving off until you had your fill.

"please cum- please," abby gasped, so close to sobbing. "wanna feel you cum on me- please."

the moment she felt you tensing under her and the way you gripped onto her shoulderd she just couldnt hold it anymore, whining like a bitch in heat she fucked you through both your orgasms.

after that night she was addicted to it. she'd get down on her knees regularly to beg you for permission to fuck you again. filthily kissing your hands between pleas, your feet even, she had sunk that low.

the worst was whenever you agreed to, but wouldnt let her move. having her lay flat on her back, unmoving unless she wanted you to stop, while you got yourself off on her.

she was mostly just happy to fill you up, loving the sigh of relief as she finally slid into you, or you down on her, it didnt matter how you had her at that point.

i just think she'd really like it idk

[miyakiwiii]

I don’t know if your request are opened but I was wondering if you could write some Kaiju No. 8 smut mainly for Hoshina.

I’ve read the ones you’ve done previously and they’re amazing (let’s be for real here he has me in a chokehold) anyways I wanted to request a Hoshina x Fem! Reader smut lowkey any kinks but maybe if you’re okay with it have the two get walked on?

H-O-T T-O G-O!

Oh my goodness.. my requests arent open yet but i will take your offer! Since you asked so nicely :3

TW: Biting,You'se guys are doing 'it' in his office, hes too rough and fast..!,praise,biting,no plot just pure.. something!.... And tell me if theres anything i missed.. :3

NSFW AHEAD

He has you in a chokehold, fucking you so hard that your legs are trembling, he has you leaned in his office table, and gripping your waist like your trying to run away from him.

"Hnh.. hn.. too much, too muc-" you say, he covers your mouth and leans in, still thrusting inside of you.

"Ya wouldnt want 'em to hear us, officer [lastname]" He grunts, still pistoning his cock inside of you.

Tears swell up from your eyes due to the immense pleasure he was giving you. The smell of sex tinted against the air, sweat coating both of your bodies.

"Fuck... ya' look so beautiful like this underneath me."hoshina whispers in your ear, pounding you harder and faster.

You try to moan in response, but to no avail since he has his hand covered in your mouth.

He kisses your neck, the kiss is wet and sloppy, as he makes his way into your shoulder, biting it.

You moan once again, but he suddenly speaks and says "too bad i cant hear yer' pretty little sounds yer' makin' for me, otherwise we coulda been caught."

He says, licking the bite mark that he made on your shoulder

Suddenly, the door slams open, it was kafka!

"Hey vice captain you forgot too-" he stops once he opens his eyes. "Oh uh im sorry i uh- bye!" He runs out.

You blushed from embarrasment, hoshina opened his eyes and blinked twice.

He takes his hand off your mouth, and you speak and say.

"Well... i guess we did get caught." You chuckle. "Well its his fault he didnt knock on tha' door!" He responds.

I honestly forgot ehat i was doing *sighs* and this is so short..

[slutforwoo]

☆9. finally another live☆

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☆ warnings: not proof read please ignore mistakes. smut below the cut, rough sex, face fucking, back shots, unprotected sex (please use protection), cream pie, jerking off, hwa slaps reader one time, edging, cum swallowing, pet names (princess, baby, etc), degrading. let me know if I missed anything!

☆¡written part below! ☆

yunho doesn’t remember the last time he grabbed his laptop as fast as he did. even though hongjoong wasn’t home, he still made sure to lock his door before settling into bed.

he opened up the website. clicking on ur account just in time to see the live bubble pop up, immediately clicking it. the screen filling up with your body as you shifted on the bed waiting for a bit more people to join.

after about 5 minutes you finally decide to start the live, “hello my loves welcome to todays stream”you say softly as seonghwa comes up behind you. wrapping his arm around your throat lightly. “you know the rules, if you have a request make sure to send a tip to see it”you say in a singsong tone.

yunho felt the way his dick twitched at the sight of you. god he knew deep down that this was definitely so so wrong and he shouldn’t be watching this at all. but as he’s lecturing himself in his head, he hears the whimper come from the laptop.

hwa had slapped your cheek roughly for not listening. with the new angles the audience was finally able to see your mouth as you sucked him off. hollowing your cheeks and sucking like ur life depended on it. yunho finally decided to stop teasing himself and pulled his sweats down. finally taking himself into his hand spreading the precum all over, before pumping himself at a slow pace. he was determined to last as long as possible. but fuck the thought of having you’re lips wrapped around his dick was going to make it extremely hard.

after a bit hwa decided enough of your teasing, gripping your hair in his hands to keep you in place as he fucks your face hard. the sound of you gagging filling the speakers, eventually seeing the tear drops that ran down your cheek.

“you can take it can’t you pretty girl” seonghwa cooed in a lower tone, as you peered up at him with begging eyes. although there was no romantic attraction, seonghwa wouldnt deny the fact you looked so hot in that moment. his hips began to thrust at a messy pace as he panted.

“im gonna cum, and you’re going to take every last drop” he grunted out between thrust until his hips sputtered and his cum filled your throat, forcing you to swallow it all as he pulled out.

“that’s my good girl”

yunho was going insane. the way you simply took it so well was just amazing. he wished so badly it was him fucking your throat. not whatever random you had in stream. he wasn’t sure just how much longer he would last.

“m-more”you choked out as you crawled further onto the bed. laying on your stomach and arching your back. inviting seonghwa to do whatever he pleased.

he grabbed the camera and panned it over your bare back, moving your hair to show the fairy wing tattoo and the back dermals, closing in on your pretty lace thong.

“fuck you look so good. I love breaking you everytime doll.” he said in a cocky tone as he adjusted the camera to his point of view.

yunho’s eyes widened, as you’ve never done that view on a live stream before. he could genuinely imagine it was him fucking you.

“please sir. ruin me”you begged as he teased you over your underwear,the fabric wet from your slick.

yunho decided to send a donation, he wanted to hear you beg more than anything.

puppy1117 sent $100! make her beg til she’s sobbing for you to fuck her.

“ah ah not yet princess, beg for it” seonghwa teased as he continued to rub you up and down with his fingers.

“please sir, I need you so so badly. need you to ruin me til I can’t think”you begged backing onto his fingers, desperate to get more friction.

“not enough more” he’s pressed harder, going just a bit faster to try and push you over the edge.

“please sir i’ve been good. please fuck me stupid and fill me with your cum. I need it so bad please please”you pleaded tears brimming your eyes. you just wanted to feel good and have release.

god was the sound of you begging just music to yunho’s ears. the way you would get so whiny, voice cracking from the desperation. he had to hold himself back, teasing and edging himself. he needed to hear you fucked out and moaning like a mess.

“just a bit more princess” seonghwa cooed, grabbing your hair into a ponytail and yanking you back. “you can do better than that”

a whimpering escaped your lips as you feel the tears overflow, “fuck please sir I just wanna be a good slut wanna feel so so good. fuck me stupid please I beg of you”you sobbed out, genuinely frustrated and needy for release.

without a warning, seonghwa slipped your panties the side and thrusted into you. a loud and breathy moan escaping your lips at the sudden intrusion.

“oh fuck yes”you panted eyes rolling back, as he began to thrust into you at rough pace. yanking your head back with every thrust

“oh princess you feel so good”he whined out and he adjusted your position to take him even deeper. hitting that sensitive spongey part that had you seeing stars.

whines escaped one after the other, and yunho was having a hard time keeping it in any longer. he made the decision to stop, taking his hand and resting it on his thigh. the head of his cock red and aching for release.

but he decided to sit and watch just for a moment. taking in the way your body looked wet and sticky from the sweat and slick mixing together.

“s-sir p-please I-i’m close” you whined as seonghwa started to thrust harder and harder.

and in that moment the donations came flooding in. each comment in the same page if letting you finish since you had taken instructions so well.

“im close too baby. you ready for me to fill you up?” hwa grunted as his thrust get messy once more

“yes please fill me up sir”you begged, not able ti think straight what so ever. all you cared about was him finishing in you. and you getting release.

that is when yunho started up again. pumping himself to the fast and rough pace as seonghwa.

“come baby”

and you let go, pleasure taking over every single one of your senses. you’re vision going blurry as your body shook in pleasure. every strangled moan and whimper making its way out.

yunho couldn’t handle it anymore, pumping himself one last time as he cummed all over his stomach and hand. god what the fuck were you doing to him?

especially because he never would’ve expected doing what he did next.

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[comet-forgot-you]

could you do sam carpenter smut please?

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

her coming home from the gym, pressing a kiss to your head. she hardly says anything, mumbling something about feeling so gross and how she desperately needed a shower. you groan, having not seen her almost all day due to your schedules not aligning.

minutes pass, the water turns on and you can’t get the image of sam out of your head. water droplets rolling down her tan skin, the hot water, the pump of her muscles from her workout, it wouldnt leave your head. you needed her, you needed her now.

you go to the bathroom, knocking just enough for her to hear. a muffled “come in,” comes from the other side and you open the door. the sight of sam behind fogged shower doors nearly has your knees buckling. she looks so good, so fucking good. your tongue darts across your lips, wetting them.

“can i join you?” you dont wait for a response before you’re stripping your clothes. sure, you had taken a shower not even an hour ago, but you needed sam now.

“yeah,” sam mumbles, a knowing smirk on her lips. you join her in the shower, the hot water hitting your skin, you can hardly feel it, far too focused on how good your girlfriend looked. her hands reach for your waist, pulling you in closer to her. “see something you like?” she teases when your eyes dont meet her own.

theyre taking in her figure. her toned muscles, her tits, the water rolling down her body. she looked too good not to eat. you dont respond, pushing her against the cold, tiled wall and pressing your lips against her own. she groans slightly at your splay of dominance.

your lips leave her own, trailing down her neck, to her chest, taking a pebbled nipple into your mouth. “fuck.” she huffs, fingers tangling in your hair as she pulls you closer. you groan against her nipple, your hands moving to roam her body.

her abs flexed under your touch and she takes her bottom lip into her mouth. you drop to your knees, hoisting one of her legs over your shoulder. you press open mouthed kisses to her thigh, the muscles flexing slightly. god she was so sexy, you needed her now.

you bite down on her thigh, certain to leave a mark. she hisses at the feeling, fingers tugging at your hair. “y/n,” she warns, glaring down at you. you look up at her with innocent eyes.

“hmm?” you hum, pulling away from her thighs to meet her warm cunt. she doesnt respond, sucking in a breath when your mouth takes her swollen clit. she lets out a shaky breath, barely audible over the water.

you flatten your tongue against her clit, humming against it. sam’s grip in your hair loosens for a moment, and when you circle her entrance with your tongue, its tightening as she pulls you closer. the floor of the shower digs into your skin, but you cant seem to focus on it, your need for sam drowning it out.

“fuck!” her voice echoes off of the shower walls, your fingers pushing into her cunt. you glance up at her, her abs flexing once again. your pump your fingers in and out of her at a fast pace, your tongue working at her clit.

shes so fucking hot. she brings a hand up to cover her mouth and you hate it. you need to hear her, you need to have as much of her as you can. you tug her hand away from her mouth and sam glares down at you. “what the fuck?” shes not used to you being the more dominant one, but when she sees the way you look at her, like you want to devour her, it has her feeling some type of way.

you pull off of her cunt, licking at your lips. “i wanna hear you so bad, sam,” you plead desperately. it sends heat throughout her body.

“yeah?” she groans, bucking her hips against your fingers. you nod, free hand moving to keep her hips in place.

“so bad, sammy,” you whisper. your mouth is back on her in an instant, lapping away at her cunt. her hips strain against your arm, desperate to rut her cunt into your mouth. you glare up at her, a warning look in your eye and she lets out a high pitched moan.

your fingers fuck into her, curling every so often. her walls clamp around your fingers the closer she gets to her orgasm, her moan bouncing off of the shower walls. its hard to breathe, the water and your busy mouth restricting your breath slightly, but you dont seem to care. you need her, you need her bad.

“fuck,” she groans out, arms flexing slightly as she grips your hair. “gonna cum,” she mumbles, abs tensing. you smile against her cunt and she can feel it, a groan falling from her lips.

she lets go of your hair, moving to hold onto the handlebar for stability. your fingers curl inside of her one last time and shes coming undone, a drawn out groan falling from her lips. “fuck,” she groans out. your arm drops from her stomach and shes quick to buck against your mouth.

you pull away from her, bringing your fingers to your mouth to clean them of her orgasm. you press a kiss to her thigh the moment your fingers leave your lips, wrapping your arm around her thigh to pull it off of your shoulder. you trail kisses up her body until you reach her lips.

“you looked too good not to eat, baby,” you whisper. her breathing is heavy, eyes not sure where to look, flickering from your eyes to your lips. you smile before stepping out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body.

a minute passes before sam is groaning, “you wasted all my hot water.”

[baxndaid]

Hiiiii i was just wondering if you could do some smutty billford x reader hcs please❤️ I loved the first batch sm

bill cipher x stanford x afab!reader silly little nsfw hcs , tw non-con i think minors dni pls , heres the last one x <-

as i established in the last post, i think ford would be too pussy to initiate anything with you at all

too pussy and too busy like sorry i think he'd rather just jerk off his stupid machines rather than himself

ford keeps you in the dark about a lot of the things he does, you, like fiddleford, know about bill but youve never interacted with him (as far as you knew)

first time you interacted with him was when he possessed ford for the first time and climbed up onto the roof while shrugging off your concerns for ford(s body)

remember when bill took a bunch of polaroids and recordings of himself taking a joyride in fords body?

can you tell where im going with this

he would definitely record it, violently taking your clothes off with one hand and holding the camcorder with the other, fumbling with the buttons of your blouse like he was drunk and didnt know how the fuck buttons worked

you were already super tired from quadruple-checking fiddleford's equations that day so having "ford" stumble in and touch you so desperately made you a little suspicious

especially the fact that he was recording it, ford is a very private man

he reeks of alcohol and his white dress shirt was stained, his tie loosened and his trench coat forgotten on the wooden floor

taking no time to be gentle, he would lie you down on a desk, the trinkets digging into your skin making you gasp

keeping one hand on your throat, he would prop up the camera on a neighbouring storage shelf, getting a perfect angle of the both of you

you didnt bother fighting back, he was far too strong to push away and the iron grip he had on your throat kept you from moving even an inch, it scared you

with his right hand now free, he gripped your hips and dragged your body further down the table, artifacts and small machines being knocked onto the floor, your jeaned crotch touching his

whenever you struggled out of instinct, he would simply squeeze your throat a little harder until you stopped moving again

as much as bill loved seeing you struggle, he wanted to have a clear visual on his camera so ford could be squeamish about it when he watched the tapes

he would probably use any rope or wire to tie your wrists together, its way easier to rip your jeans off when your arms arent flailing around trying to push him off

by the time hes finally taken all your clothes off, he'll probably take the camera off the shelf and give ford a close up of what hes working with

close up of your flushed face? he probably slaps you and moves onto your chest like what an asshole i need him dead

close up of your chest? tweaks one of your nipples harshly and laughs as you jolt up in pain, pushing you down again

he gently trails his fingers down your stomach, the camera's gaze following, and finally reaches the spot in between your thighs

close up of your cunt? he puts the camera down next to your core while propping your leg up with one hand

"fords" head was hovering over your cunt, he turned his head to the camera to flash it a harsh, sly smile before turning back and messily kissing your pussy

im ganna be honest he dont know what the fuck hes doing like hes licking it hes biting it hes drawing blood hes doing whatever the fuck he feels like doing

your screams and gargled moans are muffled by his six-fingered hand as he continued to lap up your insides like a feral dog

tongues ur entrance while his teeth graze ur clit i think he'd be into that

he defo scratches you up while doing this btw, every time the real ford sees your wounds he feels really bad

he wont let you come until you claim that hes the best youve ever had, hes really childish like that i think

i lied though even if you begged he wouldnt let you finish, not like that, its not good enough

he puts the camera back on its shelf and makes swift work of his pants and boxers, only pulling them down enough for his cock to spring out

he leaned over you, the room was dark, the only source of light came from the weak candles and the artificial blue flights of fiddleford's inventions

his eyes glowed yellow and his smile was so wide it looked like it hurt, you already knew it wasnt your ford in control today

it was scary, but you cant help but be excited

from how embarrassingly wet you were, im pretty sure bill could tell you were enjoying this as much as he was too

he kept eye-contact as he pushed himself inside, it was humiliating but thats what he liked

he would grab your cheeks and force you to look at him if you ever let your gaze wonder to anything that wasnt him

he was surprisingly slow, it was appreciated at first but then it was torturous

he giggled manically as he watched you grow desperate for him to speed up

bastard would probably turn to the camera like it was a fucking tv show and ask the audience (ford) if he should go faster, if you deserved to come on his cock, if you even deserved to come at all

eventually he would though, he wants to get off and he cant do that while going at a snails pace

the sound of wet skin slapping against each other filled the room, bill kept his hand on your throat, not choking you, simply keeping it there as he messily thrust into you

you both end up finishing at the same time, which bill is a little annoyed by

he berates both you and ford(s body) for not lasting long

he keeps himself buried into you while reaching for his camcorder and a polaroid camera that hes been using to document what hes been doing in fords body

he takes a few pictures of you and your lower half, white fluid leaking from your hole and covering his cock

he sighed, satisfied, collecting the photos and reached for the memory gun

ford wakes up the next day and looks at all the recordings and photos bill took the night before

to say hes horrified would be an understatement

immediately checks up on you, only to find you passed out on the desk, fully clothed and cleaned up, like it never happened

when he wakes you up in a panic hes confused to hear that you dont remember anything that happened last night

he doesnt tell you about anything that he saw

youd be better off as blissfully unaware, he thought yeah im a degenerate whatever man gravity falls masterlist

[turcott3]

faith

jamie drysdale x fem!reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, smut, oral f receiving.

masterlist

-

you sighed as you slammed your computer shut, finally hitting send on your resume. the thought of the email reaching them filled you with dread.

what if they didn’t want to interview you? what if this was just another company to ghost you?

it stressed you out.

eventually, you found your way out of your bedroom, out into the living room where your boyfriend sat sprawled out on the couch.

“i did it.” you said quietly.

“you sent it?” he asks perking up.

“yeah.” you sigh, sitting down next to him, tucking yourself under his arm.

“that’s one step, see it wasn’t so hard?” he says squeezing your shoulder.

“we’ll see about that.”

“y/n, your resume looks great, i couldn’t possibly see why they wouldnt at least want you to come in to interview.” he says, a light thumb running over the fabric that covered your shoulder.

“well now i just have to wait.” you say opening up your email, pulling down refreshing it.

“okay now this is what we aren’t gonna do. i’m not gonna let you sit and drain yourself waiting for a response.” he says taking your phone and tucking it in his pocket.

“hey, give that back.” you say reaching across his lap, his hand grabbing yourself under wrist to stop you.

“i will give it back in the morning, just let me take care of you until then okay? they probably are just busy and can’t check emails. relax, my love.” he says pressing a kiss on your cheek before standing up, disappearing into your shared room, probably to hide the phone.

“i’m nervous about it jam.”

“i know you are, come here.” he says quietly as he lays down, signaling for you to curl up on his chest, one of the few places you felt like you could breathe.

“it’s all i can think about right now.”

“i know, i know.” he says, running his hands up and down your back.

you laid on his chest until you crashed late in the evening, eventually waking up to the sun peaking through the bedroom curtains, your phone laying perfectly on your nightstand just like he’d promised.

you hear your boyfriend groan next to you as you lean up on your elbow, turning to face him.

“morning baby.” he mumbles sweetly, his eyes still closed.

“good morning love bug.” you giggle, pressing a short kiss to his lips before rolling back over and getting out of bed, your phone instantly in your hand as you walked toward the bathroom.

“oh my gosh.” you gasp.

“what?” jamie calls out.

“i have an interview, like this afternoon.”

“congratulations, see i told you, everything will be fine.” he says, appearing in the door frame.

“i don’t think i tell you enough how hot you are when you wake up.” you say, your speech muffled as you brushed your teeth.

“oh whatever.” he giggles, kissing you on the head and grabbing his toothbrush.

“what do you think i should wear?” you ask, wiping your mouth.

“black pants, solid color shirt. nothing too fancy, but still nice.”

“okay.” you say, thinking to your closet.

-

you paced around your apartment as you waited to leave, your makeup nicely done and your hair slick and clean.

“baby please, calm down. you don’t leave for another 20 minutes.” jamie says walking into the living room.

“jamie what if i don’t get it?”

“well you won’t find out today.”

“fuck that makes it worse.” you say biting your nails.

“hey hey stop, will you listen to me for a second?” he asks, gripping onto your biceps.

“stop what?”

“this, all of this. this job interview does not define you. of course i have all the faith in the world that you are fully capable of getting this job, but it’s breaking my heart seeing you so torn up about it. i will love you all the same, job or not. no matter what.” he says, his thumbs grazing back and forth soothingly.

“i’m just nervous, that’s all it is jamie.”

“yes of course you are, and i get that, but i need you to be all here. i need you to just take a breath for me okay? everything is going to be fine, i will be here waiting for you when you come back.”

“okay, i’m gonna leave now so im a little early.” you say, hugging onto the boy.

“drive safe okay? i love you.”

“i will, i love you.” you call out, shutting the door behind you.

-

you arrived back home with a smile, opening the door finding jamie in his spot on the couch.

“so?” he asks, getting up to greet you at the door, wrapping you in his warm arms.

“the interview went really good.”

“i knew you would do great. i’m so proud of you pretty girl.” he mumbles into your hair, pecking you in the head a few times.

“they said i’d hear back by the end of the week.”

“so basically i’m taking your phone from you for two days, at least.” he says pulling away lightly and locking eyes with you.

“if you must.” you giggle as he presses a kiss to your lips, pulling your phone out of your back pocket.

“i’m hiding that laptop too.”

“jamie i have school work.” you giggle as he shuffles away quickly.

“you can use my laptop.” he calls out and you roll your eyes with a stuck smile.

hours had passed by and you were left alone in bed while jamie showered. you reached into his nightstand drawer pulling out your phone, opening the email app and refreshing it every few seconds before you heard the door open and a freshly showered jamie re-enters the room.

“y/n, the phone.” he says sternly.

“i’m sorry.” you sigh.

“give me that he says crawling into bed, looking over you as he took the phone from your hand.

“i can’t help it.” you reply.

“i know you can’t, but i can distract you.” he smirks, locking his lips onto yours. your hands found their way to his cheeks as he deepened the kiss, your tongues doing a tango of passion as you grew deeper and deeper in desire.

he removes a hand from your waist, slipping it into your satin shorts, running his fingers through your soaked core.

“jamie.” you whine, gripping onto his arm.

“mmm ready for me already?” he mumbles on your lips. you pull away locking eyes with him, nodding vigorously, any thought of an email instantly leaving your brain at the simple idea of your hot, hockey player boyfriend tongue deep between your legs.

he crawls to the end of the bed, his feet planted on the ground as he leaned over the bed, tugging your shorts down, leaving you exposed. he tossed them to the side, grabbing your ankles and pulling you slightly toward him. he crawled closer between your legs, kissing up your inner thigh, his hands finding their way to grip the outside of your legs. sooner than later, his lips make sweet contact with your pussy, sucking and twirling your clit with his tongue, your back arching at the sensation.

one thing about jamie, he knows how to eat, whether anyone wants to believe that or not.

“fuck.” you moan out, gripping in his dark locks as you locked eyes with him, your moans growing louder as you realize his eyes were ready to meet yours.

“taste so good baby.” he says pulling away slightly, the vibrations of his words making you groan.

“you’re so fucking good at that.” you gasp out as he continues, sliding two fingers into you, being pushed closer and closer to the edge. the build up was unbearable as he continued his actions, his fingers curling inside you causing you to crumble under his touch, an orgasm washing over you as you soaked his face in your wetness.

“oh my fucking god.” you gasp out as he pulls away, crawling over you, attaching your lips shamelessly to his.

“feeling better?” he giggles, pulling away.

“so much fucking better.” you reply in your hazy state.

“now no more worrying about a damn email y/n, everything will be fine. i’m here for you, i love you so much. don’t ever forget that okay?” he says, brushing your hair out of your face as you fixed your shorts after he’d handed them back to you.

“okay, i love you too jamie. promise i’ll be better.” you smile.

he made you realize how much he actually cared. he cared about your happiness more than his own, wanting to eliminate any possibility of stress if he could.

he loved you more than anything, job or not, and you just couldn’t believe you’d gotten so lucky to love him back.

[999angellica]

idk if joost smokes weed irl, but what about joost and the reader getting high together

(i love ur writing btw😻)

He definitely has smoked weed before and maybe still does idk i know i love weed tho:) anyway heres a short imagine since its kinda late rn:3

(Friends but situationsship kinda vibe)

He secretly admires your blissed out state from a far as you stare into the distance of the balcony, feeling the wind blow softly on your exposed skin, watching how the leaves ruffle on the silent road beneath you.

He thinks its cute how calm and giddy u get, the way your eyes light up at him even trough your droopy look, he loves to make you laugh until u cant even look at him dead in the eyes without breaking into a giggling mess.

Everything was just so good with you too, smoking together felt like time slowed down, like you had more time to be in each other’s presence, appreciate it and feel all of it.

“You’re really pretty” joost mumbled as you move your head to look at him, a sly smirk spreading across your face.

“Huh?” You giggle as you hide your face into your knees “joost stop flirting with me when ur high” you laughed as the sounds of your muffled giggles made joost dizzy. Sure drugs were addictive but you.. your laugh.. it could keep him going endlessly.

“I dont just flirt with you when im high” joost cleares his throat “i flirt with you like all the time” he says a little lower “i cant help but wanna be around you..”

You look up from your hands as your smirk widens and chuckles threaten to spill from your lips, joost just holding his gaze strictly on you as he breaths out trough his nose letting out a chuckle of himself.

Suddenly you move from your spot, launching yourself onto the blonde who was lazily laying against the back of the sofa, your legs straddling his hips as you sat on top of him.

You take his face in your hand as you squeeze his cheeks between your finger tips. “Are you like high as fuck or are you like in love with me” you roll your eyes dramatically as you pretend to be flattered.

He smirks up at you as his fingers reach your wrist, placing your hand on his shoulder as his went to your waist.

“Wouldnt you like to know hmm” he sighed as he looked up at you with a lazy smile.

You giggle as you rest your forehead against his as he joins in holding you close.

Closing your eyes, you sigh “i love you too joosty” you let out before giving him a small peck on the lips.

“Hey nuh-uh” he said before you could even fully pull back his hand found its way to the back of your neck, softly pulling you back as he presses his lips onto yours, kissing you a little deeper now as his thumb caresses your jaw.

Your hands rest on his chest as you grip his shirt between your fingers making joost sigh into your lips, you took the opportunity to slid your tongue between his.

His favourite part of smoking with you was making out while time seemed to slow down. How you would blow the smoke into his lips, just the two of u cuddling up under blankets outside in the cold, his lips finding yours every so often.

“I do love you” he whispered in between kisses.

“I know” you sighed as you give him one last kiss. Admiring him for a few seconds as you two just stare at each other.

“Your also really pretty” you giggled before pressing a little kiss on the top of his head.

“Now cmon im hungryyyy” you yelp as you jump of him and immediately grasp his wrist to pull him up with you.

And he did just that, whatever you wanted, wherever you dragged him he’d follow you, no questions asked. He’d like to think its the weed speaking right now. But there was no denying that he was a little obsessed with you. Just a little.. in a healthy way.. he chuckled to himself in thought as he watched the girl infront of him leading him back into the house.

(Im feelin a lil series of said situation ship🤭)

[solarstqrs]

᯾𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍᯾

paring: t!f ceo yae x fem reader

cw: implied sexual work realations implied exploitation implied blackmail degrading mocking heavy teasing threats lingere semi public sex implied blow job spanking gagging blindfolds pure smut porn with some plot implied jealous sex implied creampies dumbofication implied freeuse implied edging

MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Yae miko was…a powerful person dont get yourself wrong she was pretty and looked nice at those news outlets smiling gracefully acting like a sweet sweet angel yet you let her stuff your face with her giant dick as punishment as a news reporter trying to uncover her secrets by acting like her secretary. Your lucky your pretty otherwise she’d break you even more.

Atleast you could use your looks to please her. “Atta girl those investors could hear you…and you know what will happen if im upset whore.”

she smirked against your ear…she was so slow so so so slow you felt your walls collapsing and twitching around her unconsiously

Honestly you hated her. You hated the way she smiled and greeted you, Hated the FACT she will never stop with her irrataiting smile. She’s always lurking with her purple eyes always peering at you, smiling every single time and not even that! Her voice sugar coated with lies unfolding yet…You still wanted to lick the wrapper you still were addicted to her taste. Her efforts. Her addiction.

You’re uncanny, you hate her yet you cant stop running back fufilling your needs with her. Her sharp claw like nails wipe your lips; already bruised from her lipstick.

“I’ve got you all dirty…” she feins in fake sadness already…She’s speaking like she cares, Acting as if she was sweet as candy but she was conniving and scheming like a asshole. Already her newely (not really) founded smirk plastered her face again watching your pathetic form.

“fuck..off.” you replied expecting it to go unheard. Oh you poor soul her hand gripped your cheeks tightly

“pathetic cunt. You think ill be kind even if you sound like a ditzy slut right now?” Yae had this look it was terrifying and you even put on her favourite set of lingere. She still was never gonna be fair to you no matter how you tried to please her “Answer me do you want eevvveryone to know how much of a whore you are for me?” her voice was soft as silk but let out so many profanities.

all you did was nod she knew you couldnt say anything against her afterall she wasnt the one getting fucked against the table where buisness deals happened just then. Knock. Knock she smirks she knew her oppertunity was here

“better fucking answer.” she drew closer blowing at your ear

“y-yes who is this..?” you tried so hard you did but she didnt see it so she stopped doing everything letting a small whine erupt from you atleast not loud enough

“Hey? is this room free yet..?” a familar buisness investor replied the one who made eyes at you and shyly blushed at you everytime in every meeting

yae watched in annoyance this is what had her worked up aswell

“w-well not yeag” your voice now gagged from yae’s fingers making it more difficult to answer

“you…okay?” he spoke softly

“mhm nofing to worray abour” you answered muffly “buft eafing”

you heard a sigh before the man walked away before yae pulled her hard length out legs still shakey

“yae..?” you could only ask in some concern

“turn around.” is all she could answer before making you face her and picking you up and holding her in your arms

before fluidly shoving herself inside and fucking you quickly

“i bet he cant do this can he? i bet he cant make your holes fucking spasm like this.”

all you could do was convulse and cover your mouth legs shaking as tears threaten to fall

“i fucking bet he wouldnt even have the balls to go raw like me and leave a nice gift.” she stopped for a minute before taking off her tie and tying it around your eyes so you couldnt see

“i’d hate to see my good slut cry over that guy.”

she misinterperts your actions actually crying over how good she made you knocking the living fuck out of you

“fucking say it say im better.” only moans and stuttery whines left your throat as you held onto her desperatly

“such a good good fucking whore.” she kept speaking so softly aswell being so angry yet so calm biting down you ever so slightly she licked it always fox like her personality

“say it. say you need me.” she softly spoke her constant clingyness now rubbing ever so clearly

her dick started twitching god you didnt even realize how full you were only thinking it was from what you ate today she started pushing relentlessly before pulling out leaving you whining for release

“fucking paticence ill do it again.”

she turned you around, leg open fucking you again spanking you

“do you think you fucking deserve to cum after getting me worked up like this? Oh no, No you fucking dont.” she roughly spoke now pulling your arms up above your head

“i am not letting you finish at all tonight and if you do ill have my way with you till im bored got it?” she threanted to break your wrists by this point and all you could do was nod while moaning

“thats not a proper answer, well?”

“y-yes god fuck yes please m’sorry m’sorry yae” you repeated sobbing softly as she kissed your tears away

“good girl better listen” you already felt that knot exploding this did not help

the spanks didnt stop everytime you felt that knot grow and tighten up again you felt a slap on your arse as a small threat to listen all you could do was comply until you were allow you spill everthing on Yae’s dick

“thats my girl…atta girl your being so good for me you can finish pretty.” she finally let go of her anger finally your legs convulst and you got to finish finally

“good girl.”

[manmuncher777]

Stamina

smut drabble - aemond targaryen

okay so i just saw this thing someone posted about Ewan talking about all the excercise he did for aemond because he wanted aemond to look like he put so much work into becoming a “leather weapon”

*not proofread at all*

So imagine the stamina this man has built over the years, how toned and dedicated he is. I mean along with sword training, he also rides a dragon and then trains more on top of that.

If this man would be fucking you, you could only wish for his stamina, you best bet he is lasting… longggggg. He would do any positions you wanted, you wouldn’t have to worry whether it would be tiring for him or not, he could do it for hours. and if he had this dedication to other topics, imagine how dedicated he is to pleasing the woman he loves.

He would fuck you for hours until you truly couldn’t fuck anymore, he wouldnt stop until you were a panting sweating mess telling him you needed a rest - he would definetly still be fine, probably wouldnt have even broken a sweat - and of course he would have a break while you recovered and got some water, but as soon as you’ve put that glass down he would be fucking you again.

And the pace this man would be able to set would be brutal, you wouldnt even be able to catch your breath, too busy screaming his name with he destroyed your pussy. THis man is the opposite of a one and done, he is going multiple rounds, and those rounds are not short at all.

all he wants is to see you satisfied, and he hasn’t satisfied you unless hes left you a shaking sweating mess

This translates to all aspects of sex though, like he would be eating you out for ages, this man could go hours. Breathe? he doesn’t need to. his toungue is licking and sucking you just right and hes only just getting started

You’re getting multiple orgasms with the way he can go, he loves to take his time with you, he knows that he can use his stamina for your benefit and he isnt shy of doing so

once you’ve finished as many times as he seems adequate, then he allows himself to rest, until that point he will have you face down lying on the bed while hes pounding into you

You realise all you can do is moan and squeal because best believe you’ll be getting overstimulated, because you will have cum over 3 times and he still wont have finished

not like you would ever complain though

With the stamina also comes strength as well, after all he wouldn’t have only been training for endurance

imagine how well Aemond would be able to throw you about, dragging you with every position change with ease.

his large hands gripping at you and moving you like a little doll

he can also put this strength into fucking you, leaving you truly tired at the evenings end

[angelicblondie]

jj x doll!reader ~ cockwarming with jayj <3 (MDNI)

warning ~ public sexual contact

the waves crashed against the shore, and seagulls gawked in the distance, creating the perfect ambience for jjs and your beach day.

the two of you had woken up, legs tangled together in the thin sheets of the bedroom in the chateau, where you crashed the night before. you had woken up to jj smothering kisses all over you, which had caused you to giggle hysterically.

"nooo, jayj, lemme wake up."

"'fraid I cant, lil' miss. gotta get all a'dis cuteness agression out 'fore i explode,"

from there you had sauntered out into the main area, seeing john b already up. he took in your appearances - you, dressed in only jjs shirt and covered in red and purple hickies, and jj, shirtless with his lips swollen, covered in similar bruises to yours, except all along his torso. john b sighed loudly, used to the two of you like this.

"swear one of these days i'm bannin you from sleepin' over," he mumbled the empty threat under his breath.

after eating a light breakfast, the two of you got dressed in your bathing suits (you in a light pink bikini, jj in navy swim shorts), and grabbed your beach bag, heading towards the sand.

the two of you laid in the sun whilst your mini speaker lowly played music coming from a playlist the two of you made, combining you music tastes (considering they were vastly different). with sunglasses perched on your noses, the sun browned your skins, giving you both caramel tans.

this was one of your favorite things about jj being your boyfriend - he would indulge in your tanning needs, and even join in, since he was the last person to go on n' on about how it would give you skin cancer.

you sighed contently, feeling a peace. you flipped around on your back, brushing your hair to one side and looking at jj on your other, squinting through your glasses as you sent him a sweet smile. "havin' fun?"

"oh yeah, doll. best day I've had in years."

you giggle, the sound of travis scotts, "drugs you should try it" (jjs suggestion, of course) playing faintly in the background. "m'glad."

it didn't take long for you to get needy though - and who could balme you? seeing jjs glistening abs on full display was enough to wet your bikini bottoms and pull attention to the fluttering in your core. you turnaround on your elbows, squinting at him through you sunglasses.

"hey jayj?" jj slowly turned, knowing you were up to something by the tone of your voice.

thats how you ended up sat on jjs lap on the foldout chair behind the towels, slowly sinking onto his dick.

"jayj," you whine, squirming on top of him.

"shhh, its ok mama, y'can take it. niiiice and slow," he reasures, his hands squeezing on your hips, fighting literal demons to not just shove you on. the only thing that covered you too was the measly towel jj lazily threw around you.

you bite your lip hard to prevent the noises that threatended to spill out, and you grip his muscialar shoulders to ground yourself.

when you had proposed the idea, you had made jj promise that you wouldnt have actual sex - you just needed to feel him, to temporatily satisfy the fluttering. but now, actuallly feeling eachother, the task felt next to imposible.

you whimper, against you best efforts. "jayj, wan'more," you whine.

"nuh-uh, you only get the dick if your being a good girl. wan me to pull out?" he scolds, thought it was a pretty empty threat, considering there was no way in hell was he gunna pull out

"fuck, n-no, im sorry, i'll be good," your quick to apologize.

jj grunts when you finally reach the bottom and you gasp, leaning over to rest your head in the crook of his neck. jjs breath is held, stomach sucked in as his face scrunches, overwhelmed by the pleasure. he releases a shaky breath, hyperaware of how tight you felt around him, your little pussy puslating.

"shit, think i might bust in you." jj chuckles breathlessly.

"no, jayj, dont even think about it," you scold weakly, trying not to move. honestly, although it was hard at first, you were actually enjoyed him being in you in not a super sexual sense. it felt really intimate, and kind of sweet.

though, nothing was sweet about the way you were clenching around him, every so often wiggling to adjust in a position that was less painful for your knees. jjs hands rubbed down your back, and you could feel the rise and fall of his chest. you wondered if the two of you looked suspicious, but you decided that you didnt care.

eventually, you forced yourself to detach from him, and the two of you spent the rest of the day going back and forth from the water to your towls, baking in the sun. and of course, as soon as you were alone, you fucked in the twinky, eager to get your hands on each other as soon as possible. with the smell of salt lingering, and the feeling of grainy sand in the crevices of your body, you two knew it was the perfect end to the perfect day.

[sanjisblackasswife]

“ℤ𝕠𝕣𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕪𝕤”

Blk Fem Reader

CW: Simon Says game is used for Zoro’s pleasure (and yours ig🦦) Fingering, Mirror Sex, Demanding!Zoro, Dom!Zoro, Teasing, Cum Eating, Mutual Masturbation, Implied cowgirl

Just thinkin bout Zoro teaching you how to please him and yourself.

“This is…embarrassing..”

“Then look at me.”

Feeling Zoro’s hand dwarfing yours as you both face the mirror, legs parted over his, your body consistently feeling a small shiver of the breeze when it hits your bare breast.

You gatta admit though.

You looked damn good when you play with yourself in front of him.

“Simon says; Don’t go too fast.” His slurry voice fell to your ears causing you to clench around his two thicker fingers, Zoro grins. “If you cum again we’ll stop right now.” Maybe it was the pheromones because he smelled intoxicating.

“This stupid ass game.” You thought. You knew playing this while drinking was a bad idea..

“Ffuck!” Your voice exhausted out, your head rested on his chest, you felt it rumble out a chuckle seeing your fucked out expression.

Your rest didnt last long, he gripped your cheeks, his warm fingers making you look at yourself , and what his fingers were doing to you.

“C’mon…” His voice rasped, “Simon says; Look at how pretty your pussy is.”

“Mmmhmmm.” Moaning out a whine Zoro quickens the pace of his circles on your clit, they became messy, his eyes fixated between your legs. He felt the contraints of his black pants tighten so much it felt painful,

“Simon says…” Zoro’s free hand that was once massaging your tits reach down to his zipper with urgency, “Keep looking baby, keep looking.”

You could feel his hand in your lower back fiddling with pulling out his shaft as much as he could, he couldn’t take it, seeing you fucked out by his fingers alone. He wanted in on the fun.

The feeling of your orgasm was closer than before, you trued so hard not to let it go but the overwhelming sight of your greenhaired boyfriend could tell so he turned to wider and slower circles.

“You like that?”

Why is he asking such a stupid ass question? Na dyou can hear it in his teasing tone, you met his sharp eyes in the mirror, he was already looking at your face, seeing the frustration and annoyance written all over you. Without words he made your spine shiver, almost as if he was non verbally telling you to quit the attitude you were about to give him.

You just nod at him. He smirks, giving your chubby cheeks a kiss, it was so soft and sweet compared to the harsh pressure he applied on your clit.

“Simon says…cum….when i do.”

You sucked back in your huff feeling him add three fingers inside your pussy, immediately clenching down on how thick he was, you felt so full, and it wasn’t even his dick doing it to you. Your legs started to spread more further apart making a bit of Zoro’s ego inflate justttt a little.

“Z..Zo…” You purred his name, turning your head seeing his pretty side profile resting on your shoulder, his eye lids lidded low still watch your entire body, your left thigh twitching when he curls his fingers, the way your tits jiggle evertime he adjusts his body, you reached over and kissed his cheek back, your grinned shortly seeing his face turn red.

He backs up, dammit. You always knew how to fluster him even when he was taking charge.

You looked back, hearing Zoro’s oanting get louder you knew he was close so he speeds up the pace on both rubbing his shaft up to his tip and playing scissoring you. It was kind of amazing if you think about it.

“C-cum…fucking cum!”

“Z—zoro w-wait!”

“Fucking cum Y/N!”

The bass in his voice made you clench down on him, pressing your thighs together to try and slow him down but he wouldnt let up. He grunts in frustration, using his forearm to push your back against his chest and just take it.

Your orgasm was approaching with him, you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted so you guided his fingers back inside you, using them to drag in and out of you as you play with your clit.

“Fuck fuck fu—“

Zoro couldn’t take it, his heavy breathing and panting in your ear, his low whines of your name, the way the bed creaks, the way how he couldn’t keep his eye open was all too much.

Letting your highs wash over you both. You fell back on his chest, feeling his fast heart beat on your spine, you groan, pushing away his hand still trying to make small circles on your sensitive clit. You turn and straddle him. Grinning in pleasure as he rest on his elbows.

“What?” He huffs looking at you up and down.

“You lost.”

“WH-W-HOW?!” His slit eye almost looks like it was ganna come out.

“You.” Pushing Zoro weakened body flat on his back with one finger you “Didn’t…” Your slit grazed his warm shaft, still twitching he hisses at you looking at your hips grinding, “Say…”

Using the bit of strength you had (and a little help from zoros hands) you slide yourself down on his dick, holding it with one hand,

“Simon says….so Simon says… let me fuck you.”

Zoro’s eye went large again, Fuck. That was the whole point of the game.

For him to prove he can win anything.

But alas. From how you kissed the corner of his lips, down to his sweaty neck, and to his chest right before taking the first bounce atop of him, he for once didn’t seem to mind losing.

[astr0exe]

Imagine könig with a stepbrother, figuring out said stepbrother is trans and being like “shit I could get him pregnant”

okay so im sorry if i took this in the wrong direction but hey !

CW : filth, transmasc reader (on testosterone!), explicit consent despite slight drinking, praise, breeding (obvs)

this will be filthy, probably, idk yet !:)

757 words !!

You and your stepbrother König were.. close, closer than people would expect, you hung out together despite König being 8 years older than you. You and König were just sat around, drinking, you were quite tipsy when you told him, “Königg, you know.. im trans right?” you asked it like a question cause you honestly thought he knew, but that man’s face pales, his eyes widen and his mouth opens and his first sentence is “shit.. I could get you pregnant..”

You both sit there for a while, just staring at each other before hears a quiet mumble from you “i wouldnt mind you doing that…”

he would probably be shocked at first before realising what you said, groaning loudly at the thought of even just fucking you. But getting you pregnant? now thats a whole other fantasy.. a darker one, a more depraved one.

You move closer to your stepbrother, your lips ghosting over his, the alcohol making you more confident as you kiss him, softly, but its not reciprocated the way you expect. He is harsh and rough, your teeth clashing together as he basically tackles you onto the couch, an almost crazed look in his eyes as he grinds his hard thick (lets be real it would be massive) cock against the seam of your jeans, making it brush your small, sensitive dick so aggressively yet so perfectly you whine loudly.

He murmurs a quiet “are you sure this is okay? cause if you don’t say no now.. I don’t know if I will be able to stop..” You nod your head sharply replying with your hands going down to his pants “yes.. König.. need you to fuck me.. to ruin me..” you whisper in his ear before biting his neck softly, admiring the slight purple mark that is left there, along with the indent of your teeth.

With his belt off and your hips grinding up against him he cant resist, he flips you over, your stomach on the couch as he pulls your hips up with one hand and shoves his pants and boxers down with another. You cant help but huff at the slightly awkward position that you have to take your pants off in, but you manage, with your lower halves completely bare, he groans “fuck.. i can see how wet you are from here, just drenched for your stepbrother’s cock yeah?”

As you try to reply your sentence loses all meaning, turning into pointless babbling when König eases his large dick into you. Its like its hitting your cervix when he finally stills, all the way inside, giving you a little time to adjust to his size. He knows he is big, most people see his cock and run, but not you.. no.. not his little brother..

When you give him the slight jerk of your hips he needs as permission to move, he loses all sense of being, all he can think about is your tight cunt and how perfect it is wrapped around his cock.. And.. fuck he can’t stop thinking about how you would look pregnant, round and glowing due to the baby he put in you. He grips you hair, making your back arch uncomfortably but you can barely feel the pain due to the immense pleasure König is making you feel.

All you can hear are his groans and praises “Liebe.. Oh meine Liebe you feel so good, so tight and perfect.. youre such a good boy, fuck..” even with his mouth being so close to your ear his voice sounds quiet compared to your loud moans, his hand moves towards your engorged dick jerking and rubbing as your moans change in pitch, giving away how close you are. His teeth find your neck in a show of pure possessiveness.

You clench around him tightly as your orgasm washes over you in waves, with how much you tighten König’s hips stutter slightly, however still trying to keep himself from cumming, but he knows he isnt going to last. He needs to fill you up, fuck you full of his cum, get you pregnant. A few hard thrusts later he does, his white seed painting the walls of your cunt along with your cervix, he cums so much you can almost feel it.

When you try to move away he doesn’t let you, a firm hand between your shoulder blades to keep you in place, keep you plugged with his cum, his only reasoning is “i did tell you i wanted to get you pregnant”

[aryadelvich]

i would love a fic where lulu is dating a girl with bad anxiety and he comforts her through an anxiety attack and does deep breathing with her, rubs her back, hugs her, lots of cuddles etc. and if u also wanted to involve smut i wouldnt be mad about it

Conforming people is totally Luigi coded, he has the prettiest soul. <3 <3 <3

If you’re looking for more of my work here’s an Updated Masterlist

The party was in full swing—laughter and music filling the air, some people dancing while others engaged in lively conversations. Luigi had gone to get you a drink, leaving you momentarily with people you had just met. When he returned, his eyes found you immediately, and something felt off. He handed you the drink, and the moment your fingers brushed against his, he knew. Your shoulders were tense, your grip just a little too tight.

"Thank you, my love."

"Are you okay?" he murmured beside your ear, his hand instinctively finding your waist.

A wide smile stretched across your lips, too perfect, too rehearsed. You didn’t want to worry him. "Yes!"

Luigi wasn’t convinced. His gaze lingered, observing the way your breathing had subtly shifted. Without hesitation, he murmured apologies to the group and took your hand, guiding you upstairs to a quieter space.

In an empty bedroom, he sat with you on the edge of the bed, his hand immediately cupping your cheek. "Hey, darling," his voice was soft, but the concern in his eyes was undeniable.

Your stare unfocused, drifting into nothingness. That’s when he knew for sure—you were having a panic attack. He recognized it instantly, the tension in your muscles, the shallow breaths, the way your fingers curled into themselves like you were trying to hold yourself together.

He gently lifted your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Y/N, look at me."

Hearing your name grounded you for a second, pulling you back.

"Luigi…" your voice trembled, breath unsteady, your chest tightening as if the room was closing in on you. The only thing tethering you to reality was the firm, reassuring pressure of his hands on your shoulders.

"Breathe with me, Y/N, just like last time. You remember, right?" His voice was calm, steady, patient.

You nodded weakly, and he began inhaling deeply, exaggerating the movement so you could follow. Slowly, you mimicked him. In, out. His hands slid down to your hips, grounding you further, and he pressed his forehead against yours. The heat of his skin, the closeness of his breath—it all soothed you in ways words never could.

Minutes passed, and the world stopped spinning.

"I’m okay now, baby. Thank you," you whispered, your voice small but sure.

"Fuck…" he exhaled, his grip on you tightening for a second, relief washing over him.

Without hesitation, he rushed to grab you a glass of cold water. As you sipped, his fingers combed gently through your hair, his lips peppering soft kisses along your temple, your jaw, the slope of your neck. He smelled like coconut and warmth, his presence as comforting as a soft embrace on a cold night.

He tapped his thighs, wordlessly inviting you into his lap. You didn’t hesitate, curling against him as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you like you were the most precious thing for him.

"I’ve got you. Always."

Your chest swelled with emotion, and before you could stop yourself, the words tumbled out. "Oh my God, I love you so much."

You kissed him then, passionate and deep, pouring every ounce of gratitude, every unspoken emotion into the way your lips moved against his. The fact that he was here, that he knew exactly how to calm you, that he held you like you were his entire world. He was everything.