#just wrapping around his leg and flipping him over

[carasmia]

pretty apron, baby ⋆.˚ bob reynolds x thunderbolt!reader

cw sexual themes/actions, unprotected sex, over the sink position, creampie pairing robert reynolds + female reader summary bob helps you feel less lonely while you wash the dishes note inspired by this post ( @ elle_and_lithium on tiktok )

your slippers dodged a small drop of soapy water as you scrubbed the last of the bowls; there were still some plates to do, but you were fortunate enough to get the cups out of the way very first thing. the team was out for the night doing recon and wouldn’t be back for a good while. ‘sometime in the am,’ walker said briefly before he crossed off his chore on the small list you made. things were assigned here and if there were any small gaps, you’d agree kindly to get it done. someone had to. bob was familiar with the dishes, but grew tired since the new dishwasher wouldn’t be installed until next tuesday. he sat on the couch cutely and flipped through a book with a colorful cover. your neck tilted to read the cover and focused back on the sink.

“whatcha reading there?” you questioned, finishing off the bowl and running it under the warm water.

he looked up from the last page chapter and flashed the cover. his concentration sharpened on your apron that you showed him before on your cart, but he didn't think you'd really buy it. it was cute and cream colored with a baby pink trim; it fit around you nicely or at least he thought so. his blue eyes looked you up and down, "don't people wear aprons when they cook?" he covered him mouth to hide a small giggle.

"well, i'm doing the dishes.. and the water gets everywhere, so—" you wiped your hands across the front of the apron before smiling proudly and getting back to work. he nodded and hummed in agreement with the idea before setting his book down. "well, i think it looks good on you," he remarked as he stood and walked over. bob's hands were settled at his sides until he came up behind you and rested them on your sides. you couldn't help but smile.

bob always got close when it was just the two of you in the tower; he loved privacy. the cameras only really on the exit and no one around to see him touch you. he wasn't anywhere near ashamed, but respected your wishes of keeping things under wraps. you didn't mind if the team knew, but you just wanted to be sure about bob before anything. and as of now you couldn't be more sure.

his fingers snaked up and towards the front of your stomach. he pulled you back into him and laid his chin on your shoulder, pink lips close to your ear. "it's a pretty apron, baby," he mumbled, dragging kisses along the side of your face. you hummed and continued working on the dishes. the apron left the back of you exposed. you felt his hard sweatpants against your shorts and leaned forward to grab a dish.. and maybe tease him. bob chuckled against your skin as he continued to kiss your cheek. a low groan fell from his needy lips, "bend."

you shut your eyes and the plate you held slipped gently from your grasp, "bob.. c'mon." the small plead only made him want you more. even if it was mid-chore.

his crotched rubbed smoothly against your ass and sneaked past your thighs, barely touching your clothed pussy. his hands lowered to the sides of your thighs and pulled you even closer to his cock. you didn't hear the waistband of his boxers pull down over the running water, but you noticed when his leaking tip rubbed against your ass. one hand felt along the back of your thigh and inching up the gap in your shorts and getting a small feel of your panties.

"we can—" you trailed off as you briefly turned from the sink before bob stopped you and spun you back around

"stay. like this."

his large hand settled on the small of your back and leaned you back over the sink. "yeah.. like that," he grumbled.

bob aggressively—but slowly—pulled your shorts off and watched them stay put just above your knees. he pressed two fingers between your legs and against your pussy lips, tapping slightly with meaningful pecks on your shoulder. he knew how he made you feel when he was in control, which was often. you loved letting him take over and enjoyed how much he enjoyed it. although he was hesitant in the beginning, he learned your boundaries and fucking in the kitchen wasn't exactly discussed. you don't want to stop him.

he pulled your panties to the side and teased his tip to smear your wetness around and make it easier for him to slip in. you instinctly bent more and allowed him deeper access. he pressed himself in and let out a breath as you took him in. even knowing nobody else was around, you still looked around as much as you could in your bent position. he caught you off guard with his command.

"do the dishes," he hissed bossily. there was a small stall in his directions; it was all new to him, but he took advantage of the moment. how could he not?

you nodded and glided the sponge against the plate and it jerked across the surface as he pumped into you, holding your ass steady and feeling your pussy clench around him in response. he went slow. he wouldn't speed up unless you asked nicely. the pace pleased you and he grunted closely behind your ear. "you feel so good, honey," he murmured softly.

you looked back slightly and watched his head drop down to kiss your shoulder blade. his fingers deepened their touch against your skin and you felt his strength come through harsher than usual.

bob thrusted until his cock twitched inside of you; he groaned and his mouth was left agape as he whispered small i love you's into your neck where he sucked softly. you felt your legs tense and shake against his until you came, letting it drip down your leg and letting bob keep fucking you slowly until the two of you caught your breath. you had a feelings your apron caught a bit.

lowering your head tiredly, you felt your boyfriend's touch slip your shorts up and rub softly against your sore pussy. he kissed your cheek and pulled his pants up, eyeing the sink proudly. "got it all done, baby?"

you didn't even notice until you opened your heavy eyes and saw clean, rinsed dishes. you nodded and turned to face him. the small of your back leaned against the counter and he got close to your lips immediately.

he smiled and hummed into your mouth, ready to praise you even more. "i wanna help more.." a kiss, "maybe on missions," another, "you know?"

you gently grabbed his jaw and pouted, "you wanna work the field?"

he gave a sarcastic look of offense and neared his face to yours, eager for another kiss.

"no? stay here with you.." bob pressed his lips down to yours, "and keep them busy."

tags ( to the people i thought would appreciate and asked ) @werewolfgirl1995 @charlesxavierswife

[miange1]

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 — part of your world

tw: male reader, half fish, sex exchanges, breathing underwater as a human(potions), tentacle sex, reader is seen as innocent and impulsive and naive, manipulation, aphrodisiacs, aquaphilia, tentacle sex

note: told y'all i would write a fic for that fan art. y'all want a shark toji fic? ❤️‍🩹

silly little fish like you always came to him for such foolish reasons. someone longing to be thinner, another wanting to get the girl— they all did it without thinking for their selfish needs.

but you, you were the worst of them all. you knew not to see him, you've been warned not to visit the malicious sea witch at the bottom of the ocean.

but here you went, falling in love with the man on the surface. all you needed were legs..just legs so he could fall in love with you.

"please, i just want a spell to make me human..even if it's temporary." you begged, the flip of your webbed ears, the way you'd beg him almost turned him on. you looked good enough for him to consume you.

"please, getou?" how could he say no? he was supposed to help sad little fish like you. "you fell in love? want to be human? what will you do when people come asking for you?" his voice smooth, low, and seemed to make the water colder.

"i don't care, i just want to see him." a singular tentacle of his seemed to explore you curiously, the suction cups sticking to your skin.

"you don't think he could love you like this?" you were awfully pretty, your scales glistening in ways no others could. god, but that pouty expression on your face. it was pathetic, he adored it.

"drink it." the potion tasted of sea foam and coral, almost made you gag but you were able to get it down. then everything felt tingly, numb, almost painful? you could have thrown up, the last thing you saw consciously was getou's eyes looking at you with such lust filled iris'.

but you could feel. you could feel everything. feel more suctions along your body, feel tight squeezes along your body, and your tail..where was it? could you breathe? why were you breathing in such a different way..were you alive?

there was such a weird feeling between your legs, it was warm and tight. you couldn't tell if you liked it, it felt like hotness spreading all over you. where had it came from?

your body seemed to writhe and arch at another suction feeling, wrapping around that tight warmth and pump up and down. now that..that you liked. a small smile painted your face, your hips flinching upwards into that touch.

you wanted so much more, you had never felt this feeling in your life. your body seemed so heavy and light at the same time.

"just relax." his voice sent a jolt up your spine, your fingers finding something to grip onto. something smothered at your lips, making you open your mouth and have your tongue feel along it. it tasted salty and gooey inside of your mouth, and it would only plunge in and out as your salvia coated the mound.

your fingers came up to grip that instead, feeling the squishy texture against your palms, the schlick coated along it making that dripping feeling more prominent.

your thighs were spread apart, sticky suctions coming between your legs before–

"oh! ahh.." you chased that feeling, another tentacle plunging somewhere that wasn't your mouth. the thrusts of it going faster, the pumping of the one at your cock moving just as quick.

it was all a daze, gurgled noises emitting from your throat and traveling through the waters vibrations just made him all the more confident in his actions.

"i need to teach you how to be human," he said, his fingers now trailing alongside your torso, electric touches making you jolt and buck in pleasure.

"it feels good, doesn't it?" god, did it? it did. you loved it, needed more of it. you seemed to hump and grind for more of it, for more of that sticky wetness you wanted to coat along your body. it was like he was claiming you.

the shore seemed to crash against your face, your eyes opening and a brightness flash banging your vision. you'd sit up, looking around. then you'd look down. you had legs..the potion really worked!

[blythedolly]

6 days later

—♡ synopsis: when leon tries to confess his feelings, his lack of self control takes over once again.

—♡ warnings: pervy leon (he’s kinda gross but in a hot way), innocent girly reader, possessiveness, teasing, loss of virginity, fingering, handjob, oral sex (reader receiving), biting, choking, aftercare, confession of feelings, fluff, best friends to lovers. not for minors. read part one here!

it had been 6 intensely slow days since leon had painted a very confusing picture between your legs with his tongue, and you had absolutely no intention of bringing it up. you were unsure if it was shyness, or fear of ruining the sweet friendship you shared with him. you decided if anyone was going to bring this up first, it would be leon. he was the one who initiated it, so it's only fair. 

you had seen him almost every day since, your usual friendly (nearly too friendly to be considered platonic in any form) ways of showing affection to each other were established. as always. leon’s large hands drawing pictures on your sweet thighs as you sat between his legs. back resting against his hard chest. his other hand busy playing with the pretty pink bows in your hair. the differences in styles was one of leon’s favorite things. you were always wearing the most girly attire, tonight was a pretty pink tank and those pj shorts that are very familiar to him, meanwhile, he was wearing a black tank and grey sweats. 

obviously, you couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, and it was making you mad that he hadn’t brought it up. but tonight was movie night and you were staying over. in which you always talked each other’s ears off. surely he was going to bring it up, right? 

blush crept up on your cheeks at the thought of the event, and your cotton panties grew wet as you recollected how his tongue felt as it separated your folds in the most erotic and obscene way. the effect he had over you has always been quite ridiculous, but now it has just gotten worse. so much worse. 

you used your smart brain, which he always complimented and praised and thought of the sweet memory as your fingers desperately swirled around your clit. every single night since. you wondered if he touched himself at the thought too, you hoped he did. 

god, you hoped that he did. 

you looked back at him carefully as your head rested against his muscular shoulder, his eyes focused on the screen whilst the movie played, his hand still resting on your bare thigh. 

why isn't he saying anything? was I just a one-time fling? 

his eyes were heavy, he was getting tired. you sighed and looked away from him, but felt your tummy flip once you realized how loud it sounded when it escaped your mouth. 

he noticed immediately and his eyes traveled down to you. 

“are you gonna tell me what's wrong, doll?” he asks, as if he didn’t already know what you were thinking. 

“no,” you muttered, staring blankly at the screen. he repositions himself, and you. moving you from between his legs so you were facing each other. you huff, crossing your legs as he rests his head against his headboard. 

“tell me. now.”

“leon n-”

“it wasn't a question, tell me what’s on your mind,” leon moves his hand back onto your thigh. fuck, why is he doing this?

“why are you doing this to me, leon?” you ask, your tone as serious as it could possibly sound. leon tried to fight off a smile, it just sounded so cute to him. but he knew it irritated you when people didn’t take you seriously. 

“doing what?” he asks, you roll your eyes.

“you had your mouth between my legs not even a week ago and now you’re acting as if nothing even happened? I thought you liked me but obviously I was just a stupid fling of yours or something,” you blurted out, tears brewing in your eyes. he could hear the pain in your sweet voice, and it made him frown. you moved quickly to stand up, but his hand wrapped around your arm. pulling you back to him. 

“that's not what that was at all, oh my god. I do like you, so much more than a friend,” he says, wiping away a tear that fell from your eye. “I was just.. ashamed that I didn't tell you, and I just acted out my feelings by not being able to control my impulses. I was horny, and I couldn't control myself around you anymore.” you blinked many times as he spoke, listening to his words closely. 

“i get horny too, leon. really horny. i’m not some prude. you don’t have to treat me like i don’t know anything about sex just because you’re more experienced than i am,” you tell him, finally gaining the courage to meet his eyes. “I wear this kind of stuff around you for a reason,” you add, barely above a whisper. 

leon’s demeanor abruptly changes due to your confession, his grip on your arm growing tighter. “say that again,” he demands. you gulp nervously.

“i.. I wear that stuff around you on purpose... I wanted you to see my... my pussy when i bent over,” you say shyly, he groans. feeling himself twitch in his boxers.

you were disgusting, just like him. and he fucking loved it. 

he pulls you onto his lap roughly, plushy thighs straddling his waist. you gasp, enjoying the way his roughness hurt your skin. your cushiony cheeks blushing as you met his eyes once again. his hand creeps towards your inner thighs, watching your facial expressions closely. your lips were slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed and your eyes were heavy. convinced he could cum alone just by the effect he has over you. over your sweet body. 

“i bet you've thought about my tongue a lot. huh, sweet girl?” you nod your head, distracted by the way his fingers circled the skin of your inner thighs. so close to your beating little button. 

“i’ve thought about it too,” he leans forward, his lips not even a centimeter from your own. “think about my mouth on that pretty little cunt all the fucking time,” you whined, hips instinctively bucking forward to seek friction. unable to hold himself off any longer, his hand finally made contact. gripping your plushy pussy over your shorts. 

“same ones you wore when I buried my face in here, huh? how cute..” you moaned, nodding your head. “y-yeah, knew you liked them so...”

“I do like them, but I also want to rip them the fuck off,” he says, his tone sounding aggressive, yet so sexy and desperate. it was only making your cunt throb. “and your panties. think you can do that for me, baby?” you whine softly at the pet name. 

you move off his lap for a moment, slipping your pj shorts and soft panties down your legs before straddling him once more. placing both of your hands on his strong shoulders. he bit his lip at your eagerness, and his perviness was making you so fucking wet. 

“you’re dripping, disgusting little thing you are,” he smirks, sliding his fingers through your puffy lips. you gasped, his pupils dilating at the sight of his fingers between your legs “getting a wet pussy over my gross words and lack of self control..”

“mhm,” you mutter, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers touch every crevice between your sensitive folds. 

“what am I going to do with you? hmmmm...” he knows exactly what he's going to do with you. he just had fun taunting you. his desperate, dumb, sweet angel.

“n-need you to touch me again... please,” your hands squeeze the material of his tank, naked hips humping his hand as it explores your cunt. “do you wanna.. do you wanna fuck me, leon?” you ask, your sweet voice making him melt. 

“of course I do, baby,” he smiles, finally pressing his lips to yours. he immediately pushed his tongue inside of your mouth. the kiss was messy and borderline disgusting, but you loved it. every time you whined into his mouth, he added more pressure with his fingers between your legs. then suddenly, two of his thick fingers pushed inside of your dripping hole. you screamed into his mouth at the intrusion, the stretch of his fingers bringing tears to your eyes. his self control had clearly been thrown out the window once again, but you didn't care. because it felt so good. 

“such a good girl,” he praises, causing your walls to clench tightly around his fingers. he uses his free hand to grab ahold of your own, lowering it between leon’s legs. “gonna make you cum so many times tonight. think you can make me cum too, yeah?” he says against your lips, you nod your head. 

“atta girl,” he smiles, moving your hand into his sweats. “just do exactly what you think you should, think you can be a good girl and do that for me, baby?” you blush, nodding your head even more eagerly than the first. you do as he says. slipping your fingers into his sweats and boxers, wrapping your fingers around his rock hard cock. he groaned, bucking his hips into your hand. “fuck, good fucking girl.”

you were a little unsure of what you were doing, but leon's reactions and words reassured you that you were doing good. his own fingers became relentless inside of you in return, your soft moans filling his room every time he hit a sensitive spot inside you. you moved your soft hand up and down his shaft continuously, your thumb swiping the bead of precum off his tip which made his eyes roll back. “just like that, mhm,” he moaned, moving his head back so he could watch your face contort. he knew you were close, you were breathless, humping his hand like a bunny in heat. 

“gonna cum all over my fingers, pretty baby? is that why your face is all scrunched up?” he asks, and you nod. he speeds up his fingers, and you fall apart with no warning. you scream as your body convulses on his lap, your glistening cum painting his hand and wrist. the way you were shaking caused his own orgasm, muttering profanities as he came inside of his boxers, his cum leaking onto your fingers. he slowed his fingers inside of you as he grabbed your hand, moving it up to your mouth. you lick his semen off of your fingers with delight, looking into his eyes. you could've sworn his eyes went dark at the sight, like there was a demon inside of him trying to escape. 

you giggle as he watches, making a little show out of it.

“dirty little thing, fuck,” he smiles, finally removing his fingers from your warm pussy. he licks your wetness off, groaning at your sweet taste. before you could finish coming down from your intense high, he threw you down on the bed. pinning you down with his large body. just about tearing off your tank top, leaving you completely bare beneath him. 

“god, look at you,” he mutters, looking down at your body. “could do anything to you and you'd just fucking take it.” you whine as he lowers his head, tracing his nose along your jawline and neck. he inhales deeply. he's making you feel like prey. he’s the hungry wolf, and you're the poor animal he's about to feast on. you almost feel ashamed that your cunt is pulsing by his actions. you love it so much. 

he moves his way down your body, biting at your breast before taking your nipple into his mouth. he sucks hard, making your back arch off his mattress. your whines only making him more devious. he moves his attention to the other one momentarily before biting and licking his way down your torso. leaving as many marks as he possibly could. 

“gonna fucking destroy you, sweetheart. make you mine forever,” he smirks against the skin on your tummy, before biting reasonably hard. you gasp, the action causing you to spread your legs wide for him. he settles between them, gripping your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. he sucks dark marks onto your soft thighs, biting them until he could taste your sweet crimson blood on his tongue. he wasn't ashamed at being disgusting with you anymore, what was the point in holding back when you were just as disgusting as him?

he licks over the teeth shaped wounds, collecting every drop of your blood. you found yourself wanting to beg, beg for his tongue on your pussy, but you were enjoying it all too much. you never wanted it to end. 

“don't even need to do this, since you're so fuckin wet,” he says, sliding his tongue painfully slow against your dripping wet hole. “but this is for me.” he groans, before latching his mouth onto your entire pussy. 

you moan loudly, back arching off the bed. your hand flies down to his hair, pulling the golden strands harshly. he groans into your cunt, his lips sucking on your clit as if he was put on earth solely to please you. “l-leon, oh god...” you whine, leon groans into your pulsing cunt. shaking his head from side to side. he was relentless. 

the coil in your tummy was already on the verge of snapping, leon could tell by the way you were clenching around his tongue. he raised his hands to pinch both of your nipples, desperate to have you falling apart all over his mouth and tongue once again. 

you gripped his hair tight and bucked your tired hips into his face as you came, gushing into his mouth and all over his tongue. your screams filled the room, and the way you convulsed on his face just made him wanna stay like this forever. 

he finally moves his head, and you whine as he gets up. towerring over your exhausted frame. “relax, baby.” he smirks, pulling down his sweats and boxer shorts. 

your eyes travelled down his body, breath hitching as he revealed his cock to you. you gulped, it was very big. at least 7 inches, veiny and perfectly curved. you bit your lip, legs still wide open at his despair. 

“i’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy for real now, okay?” you whimper, nodding your head. making sure your thighs were spread open as far as they could go. he moves between your thighs, hovering over you, feeling his warm cock hitting your inner thighs. he captures your lips in a messy kiss, letting you taste yourself as he slid his cock up and down your dripping core until it was covered in your cum. 

he wastes no time, lining it up with your entrance and sliding it in slowly. it gave everything in his not to thrust it all in at once, but this was your first time. he may not have had self control, but he'd never want to scare or hurt you. he went in inch by inch, paying close attention to your gasps and facial expressions. since you were so prepared, needy and wet, he bottomed out in no time. 

once he was fully inside you, you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching around him so tightly. it felt so good being so full. full of him. the sting almost had you drooling. his eyes rolled back as he appreciated your tightness, stretching your delectable pussy open for the very first time. he felt so privileged.  

“feel too good… fuck. are you ready for me, baby?” he asks through an abundance of groans, and you nod your head. with that, he began fucking you. he started out with slow thrusts, moaning into your mouth as your tight walls sucked him in impossibly deep. he was able to control himself, but as soon as the words, “please, more leon,” fell from your pleading lips, it was over. 

he began drilling into you, hard and fast. you screamed for his repeatedly and your nails clawed down his arms. he was groaning loud as he abused your hole, he couldn't help but watch your pussy as he slid his cock in and out. god, it was sinful. he could've started drooling when he saw the ring of cream your cunt had left at the base of his cock. 

your hands moved to his back, scratching pretty marks into his skin as he kept up his relentless pace. 

“god... look at you, taking me like you were fucking made for me,” he says breathlessly, eyes still locked onto the sight of your cunt sucking him in. you tried to respond, but the pleasure was too intense, all you could do was pathetically whine. “you were made for me. all this time... I’ve known it. you’re fucking mine,” you moaned at his words, feeling the familiar tingles in your stomach once again. 

“yours... all yours... always,” you whine, and before you could think anymore, you were cumming around his relentless cock. your back arched and your torso pressed against yours as leon’s ears were met with the most sinful scream he'sever heard. you were convulsing and drooling. he came at the same time. how could he not? groaning loud as his hot load flooded into you. he couldn't stop staring at you as you came for him. he slowed his thrusts once you had finished, wrapping his arms around you once he had eventually stopped. his cock still buried inside of you. 

“oh my god, baby,” he laughs, pressing a soft kiss to your jawline. you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck. he held you close, feeling you shake in his arms. he was so proud of himself. 

“lost control again.... hm?” you mutter out with a smile. he laughs, nodding his head. 

“maybe a little bit,” he replies, a gentle blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

“mhmmm, me too,” you add, looking up at his. he leans down kissing your lips. this one being soft and delicate, not like the others. you smiled, brushing a loose strand of his hair behind his ear. before either of you could say anything else, he pulled out slowly. he kisses your head gently before moving off of you. you whine as his presence moves further away from you. he heads into the bathroom, grabbing a warm wet towel for you. he comes back and cleans you up, so gently and carefully. he grabs one of his clean shirts and you sit up as he pulls it onto your body. he smiles to himself, so different to the clothes you’re usually wearing. he moves his attention to your soft hair, fixing the loose strands. you blushed. smiling down at your lap. 

once he was done, he sits back on the bed and pulls you onto his lap. “gonna take you out to dinner tomorrow night,” he blurts out, and you smile.

“oh really?” you ask, playing with the hem of the shirt you now wore. 

“mhm, i need to do this right. without the temptation of a bed nearby,” he jokes, and you giggle. 

“sounds good,” you say shyly, which he notices. 

“oh come on, how could you still be shy after all of that? my cock was just inside of you for fuck sake,” he chuckles, his words making you hide your face in your hands. 

“leonnnn, stop,” you whine, laughing nervously. he grabs your hands and moves them away, kissing them both. 

“it’s okay, baby. don't you hide from me,” he says, fiddling with your fingers as he spoke. you nod your head softly, you look at his, his heart skipping a beat as he stares at your beautiful features. 

“i’ve fallen so hard for you, i hope you know that,” he adds, hearing the nervousness in his tone. you smiled, finally hearing the words you wanted to hear. your best friend liked you back, as more than just a best friend. holding in your excitement was almost impossible, but you did it. 

“i’m yours, leon. in every way,” you say as your eyes meet his. “i’ve always been yours,” you cup his cheeks in your hand, kissing his lips softly

he felt so lucky. you were his girl. his sweet, precious girl. always.

[vxn1ly]

ʚଓ Undress me, caress me , I just want yᰔu to fuck me.

Synopsis : You've been teasing Kaiser all night. Talking with his friends , looking at them with slutty eyes and ignoring him for no reason. And now it's payback time. What you sow , you shall reap , right?

𖦹₊ ⊹ cw: nsfw (smut), rough sex, unprotected sex (creampie), degradation, breeding kink (?), hair pulling, spanking, fingering, explicit language, vaginal penetration, overstimulation, bodily fluids (cum , spit), mirror play, verbal humiliation, possessive kaiser, crying, spitting, physical restraint, repeated orgasms, marathon sex, brat taming. Minors do not interact!

ᡣ𐭩₊ ⊹ Featuring — Michael Kaiser x 「fem」!reader

The door to the bedroom slams shut behind you, the echo bouncing off the walls like the warning you knew was coming. You barely have time to turn around before Kaiser's on you. "You thought I wouldn't notice?" he growls, grabbing your chin so tight it aches. "Batting your eyes at my friends like some filthy little whore?"

You open your mouth to speak — maybe defend yourself, maybe tease him more but he's not in the mood for words. His mouth crashes onto yours, biting your bottom lip hard enough to sting. His other hand is already yanking at your sorry excuse of a dress, tearing the zipper down without care, exposing skin like he's claiming it, owning it.

"You ignore me all night, act like I'm not even there. But now," he sneers against your neck, dragging his teeth along your throat, "you want attention? You want my attention? Is that why you were teasing me all evening, hm?"

He spins you around roughly, pushing you down over the edge of the bed. Your cheek hits the mattress as he shoves your legs apart with his knee. His hand finds your hair, yanking your head back, forcing a gasp from your lips. "Look at you," he spits, sliding your panties down with a rough tug, "dripping like a bitch in heat, and for what? The way I looked at you? Or the way they did?"

You open your lips again but nothing except a whimper comes out when his fingers slowly rubbed your already soaked slit. "Oh. You liked being watched, didn't you?" he growls, pushing two fingers into you with no warning. "So desperate for attention you didn't care whose eyes were on you."

"M-Micha..mhm..!" You gasp, hips bucking as his fingers thrust deep and rough, curling just right, finding that spot that makes your knees weaken instantly. He doesn't give you time to adjust — he's fucking you with his fingers like you owe him something. Like he's collecting a debt. Like he's punishing you for even glancing at others.

"Squelching like this...fuck, listen to yourself." He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Dripping around my fingers after throwing yourself at other men all night. You are a whore." He adds a third finger and your legs tremble, head falling back against the pillow as a moan escapes you — loud and shameless.

"You're getting off on this?" He pulls back slightly, looking down at where his fingers are pistoning in and out of you. "Soaking wet, taking all three like the used-up slut you are." Then his thumb brushes your clit — sharp and fast — and your back arches off the bed.

"Fuck—Mich—!" You feel it building already, pressure burning in your gut, your pussy squeezing his fingers so tight like a vice.

"No. You don't get to moan my name now," he interrupts you , yanking his fingers out of you and shoving them into your mouth. "Taste what a fucking mess you are."

The moment you suck them clean — eyes half-lidded, lips wrapped around his fingers — his expression snaps. "You want to act like a little brat?"

He grabs your wrist and throws you down onto the bed, flipping you onto your stomach like you weigh nothing. "Then you're gonna get fucked like one."

"You wanna act like a slut in front of everyone, yeah?" he growls, yanking your panties off from the side completely and spreading your legs wide. "Then you'll take my cock like one."

His belt clinks. You barely catch your breath before you feel him — thick, hot, and hard ; slamming into your pussy in one brutal thrust.

"Ah! Michael..—!" You scream. He groans.

"Fuck..that tight little cunt's still trying to play innocent, huh?" he snarls, grabbing your hips so he can slam into you again, harder. "Too bad. You lost the right to beg when you were eye-fucking my friends."

You moan into the sheets. trying to push back on him, but he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head up.

"Uh-uh. You don't get to fuck me back, not after that little stunt you pulled off," he snarls into your ear. "You just take it."

And you do — each savage thrust pounding into your pussy like punishment, each brutal slap of his hips against your ass driving the breath from your lungs.

"You're mine," he growls, pulling your hair back again. "Say it."

You gasp, panting, already too sensitive and overwhelmed. "I'm yours—I'm your filthy slut-!"

"Damn right you are."

He fucks you harder. Deeper. His cock stretching your pussy, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, making your walls tighten around him like it doesn't want his dick to leave your cunt.

"..fuck," he groans. "You're squeezing. You gonna cum, you dirty little whore?"

You nod, gasping — barely able to speak — and he pulls your hair harder, dragging your head back again so he can hear every filthy sound spilling out of your mouth. Your orgasm tears through you — violent, all-consuming, and white-hot. You tremble under him, legs giving out completely as you scream into the mattress, juices spilling down your thighs, body writhing beneath him.

And Kaiser doesn't stop.

His thrusts grow sloppier, rougher, until he buries himself to the hilt and groans deep in his throat. You feel the first pulse of his cock as he cums — hot, thick, messy filling your pussy up and leaking out almost immediately.

He stays deep, hips twitching, hand still tangled in your hair as you both pant for breath.

You barely move. Your body is limp, face buried in the sheets, his cum still warm and dripping out of your aching pussy. Your thighs are sticky. Your breath is shaky. But before your mind even starts to come back online, You feel him shift behind you.

Kaiser's hands are back on your hips, bruising and unrelenting. "Think we're done?" he mutters, voice low and gravelly. "You really think I'd let you off with just that?" Your mouth opens, but you don't get a word out, already fucked too dumb.

He pushes your thighs apart again — slow, deliberate; and your pussy twitches, overstimulated and still dripping from both of yours shared orgasm.

"Look at this filthy little hole," he growls, dragging two fingers through the slick mess leaking out of you. "Still gaping from my cock. You love being ruined, don't you?"

You moan weakly, shivering as he circles your clit with cum-slick fingers. It's too much and yet, It's not enough.

"Can't even close your legs," he taunts. "Can't even fucking speak."

He slaps your pussy, light but sharp and your whole body jerks. He spits on your pussy. Rubs it in. Then grabs his cock, still half-hard, wet, coated in your release and his — and starts rubbing the tip against your entrance. You whimper instinctively.

"You're already crying and I haven't even put it back in yet," he growls. Then he shoves in again — all the way with no warning. Your back arches off the bed, pain and pleasure slamming into you all at once as your pussy stretches to take him again. He's even rougher now. Unhinged. Obsessive.

"That's it," he groans, fucking into your swollen, fucked-out cunt like he's trying to break you. "So fucking tight again." The sound of skin slapping against skin is louder now wet, messy, constant — and he leans over your back, lips dragging along your shoulder.

"I'm gonna keep fucking this pussy until you can't walk," he snarls into your ear. "Until you're leaking so much cum you can't even think straight." His hand snakes around your waist, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing circles fast and relentlessly, while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt like he's chasing a high only you can give.

You're crying. Moaning. Clawing at the sheets. And it's so fucking good.

"Cum again," he growls. "Do it. Cum on this cock like the good little doll you are."

You can't fight it. Your pussy clamps down again, tighter than before, and you scream his name as your second orgasm tears through you like a tidal wave. You sob through it. Overwhelmed and broken open, as he fucks you through every aftershock, not slowing, not letting go.

"Fuck, fuck—" he grits out, and then he's slamming into you one last time, deep, hard, possessive. He cums again - hot and thick spilling into your overstretched pussy until you feel it dripping out immediately around his cock.

He stays inside. Breathing heavy. Fingers tangled in your hair. Cock still twitching inside your wrecked, soaking pussy.

You're shaking. Your pussy's ruined cum leaking out in thick, messy streaks, thighs trembling, lips puffy and raw. You should be done. You feel done.

But Kaiser doesn't give a fuck.

He pulls out slowly, and you sob a mix of relief and aching emptiness — but it lasts only seconds. His hand grabs your ass and spreads you open, eyes locked on your cum-dripping hole. "Look at that used little cunt," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. "So red. So swollen. You've been fucked twice and it's still begging for more."

You barely moan a protest before he's spitting on it again mixing it with the mess he's already filled you with. His fingers spread it all around your pussy and down to your hole, playing with your ruined, overstimulated cunt like it's his personal toy. "This is what happens when you act like a brat," he growls. "You don't get love. You don't get mercy."

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist, yanks you toward the tall mirror across the room, and shoves you in front of it. You're bent over the vanity, hands pressed hard against the smooth wood, knuckles white from gripping it tight.

Your legs tremble, thighs slick and sticky, pussy dripping with cum and aching from everything Kaiser already put you through. He stands behind you, cock hard and pulsing, fingers digging into your hips like he's claiming you again.

"Look at you," he muses, his breath hot against your neck. "All spread out for me. This messy little cunt of yours leaking everywhere."

Your eyes flick up to the mirror right in front of you. Your reflection stares back-mouth parted, eyes glazed and wild, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

You watch as his cock lines up, sliding between your folds, pressing against your dripping entrance. His hand slides to your waist, then down, spreading your pussy lips wider, giving the mirror the perfect view of your ruined cunt. Red, swollen, dripping with your juices and his.

Without warning, he thrusts in hard, filling your cunt with that thick, hot cock. You gasp, hips bucking forward on instinct, but his grip tightens, holding you steady. The mirror catches every obscene moment: the way your cunt stretches around him, how your pussy juices glisten in the light, how your face twists with every brutal thrust.

"Eyes on the mirror," he commands, voice rough. "I want you to see exactly what a filthy little slut you are for me." His hips slam into you with relentless force, cock pounding your cunt like he's carving his name into you.

His hand snakes around, rubbing fast, merciless circles on your swollen clit, making your pussy twitch and your hips jerk against him. You cry out, breathless, your reflection mouthing silent moans as your cunt clenches down hard, dripping messily over his cock.

Your eyes never leave the mirror.

You watch yourself as he told you to — hips bucking, cunt squeezing, tears leaking down your cheeks — and scream his name again and again.

You're already on the edge; your cunt squeezing him again and again. Your orgasm slams into you so violently your whole body shakes, eyes rolling back as your cunt spasms around his cock. You scream hoarse and breathless ; your release gushing down your thighs, dripping onto the floor, coating him.

He fucks you through it. Doesn't stop. Doesn't let you stop. Then with a low, guttural moan he slams in deep, cock twitching, and fills your cunt with his cum again. His hips stuttering, cock pulsing hot ropes into your fucked-out pussy as your juices mix with his.

You both watch as it leaks out immediately white, messy, soaking your thighs as it runs down in sticky trails.

He doesn't pull out.

Just presses your trembling body against the mirror and growls, voice dark:

"Remember to not tease me again, darling," he purrs. "And I'm not done fucking you yet."

a/n : first fic lol

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[seventeensrat]

Dorm Doll!

cw/tags: ot13 x reader (not all at the same time no one can do that), overstim, bondage, tickling (blink and you'll miss it), tummy rubbing, fluff but in a sexy way, sexual acts but in a fluffy way, cunnilingus, groping, thigh riding, fingering, somnophilia in jeonghan's, svt is referred to as brothers (how mahabharatha really should've gone), reader is "picked up like a little kid" in joshua's,(no pedophilia), innocence kink, slight petplay in jun's, reader wears cat ears, heavy objectification, exhibitionism, excessive use of commas.

EVERYTHING IS CONSENSUAL but negotiated off screen uhhhhh its just free-use on 300% softness

a/n: this is just svt brainrot I wrote at 1 am okay pls bear with me this is unedited and grammer is a foreign concept I was straight up jorking it in the stripped clubr to this I wanna be their pretty doll so fucking bad.

Oh, to be Seventeen's little free use doll, whom they treat like their own sex doll and comfort plushie at the same time. Minding your own business, writing or scrolling or reading? Not anymore :333 you're always getting swept off your feet— literally— because there is someone's strong arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the floor to be carried off to cuddle and touch. You can count on one hand the number of times you've been left alone without someone's hands on your skin. They pass you around, not just to be fucked dumb, but because everyone wants their turn to squeeze and play with their little dorm doll.

Movie nights would always end up with you stretched over multiple member's laps like a cat. Gentle hands draw up your arms above your head, half pinned down, half entwined with theirs. Your head is on one lap, your torso stretched over the next, legs in another's. In the darkness only lit up by the glow of the TV, it's hard to make out whose hand is petting your tit, pressing thumbs into the arch of your foot, or stroking the flat of your tummy. It's also hard to make out who's sliding fingers down your throat to keep your little whines muffled. Can't have you distracting them from the movie, right?

Seungcheol would be forever breaking up petty little fights that started from bickering over whose turn it was to have you (looking straight at bss) and taking it as an excuse to neatly pluck you from their arms and set you on his lap and wrap his arms around you. No amount of struggling will get you out of his grip, even though he finds it sooo adorable that you have to try so hard against a fraction of his strength. The squirming inadvertently makes him hard, so he flips you over so you're sideways on his lap, held up by one arm banding around your ribs, while he strokes along the curve of your back and gropes the flesh of your ass. Cheol is content with the softness of you on him, more than any completion.

Jeonghan thinks it's cute to ambush you. A midday nap is often interrupted by Hannie flopping on top of you and pressing his face into your back, sliding the point of his nose up the divot of your spine. Any and all activity is interrupted by him sliding behind you, hands sneaking under your shirt (if you're wearing one in the first place), squeezing your waist. He firmly believes there's no better place for his hands than the dip of your waist. That's where they end up even at night, sliding behind you on whomever's bed you're sleeping on for the night, his cock pushing into your warm, still wet heat. Fucking into you while wondering how many of his brothers had used you before he did.

Joshua, our resident sweetheart. He scoops you up like a child, both of you giggling, and sets off on little "adventures", as he was so fond of calling them. He affectionately pulls pretty clothes over you, dressing you how he pleases, then takes you shopping for more. Each outfit you try on earns you a little kiss. Shua thinks you're adorable in soft sweaters cropped too high, swishy floofy skirts that barely cover anything, cute stockings that hugged your thighs. He parades you around svt, forcing you to show off your new clothes, ignoring the blush high on your cheeks. No, his focus was completely on his teammates, watching their eyes darken at the glimpses of skin where delicate fabric rode up, where the pudge of your thigh stuck out over the lacy edge of the stocking. Later, he sets you on his lap— in front of everyone's hungry gazes— and knocks your knees open over his legs. Warm fingers soon find their place on your clit, further down to your hole. It's utter filth, the way his large hand stretches the fabric of your panties. Vulgar, really, when it's so obvious it doesn't belong there, but nothing feels more right when you fall apart around two of his fingers, his brothers' hands aching along his with the ghost of your release.

Junhui treats you more like a house cat than a sex doll. Always picking you up at random times of the day and carrying you to the couch, petting your hair, rubbing your back. He pokes your ribs and sides, just to see you twist away and push his hand down. Once, inexplicably, he grabbed your entire face as you would a cat you wanted to bother. The resulting cat fight (hehe) led to you straddling his face, your hands pinning his wrists down above his head. It was all a show really; he could push you off, flip you over, pin you down and have his wicked way with his dear kitty, all in the span of a breath, and you both know that. Yet, he let it happen because he loved the weight of you on his face, your pretty, breathy sighs and whimpers, your mewling when he didn't, wouldn't stop licking at your cunt. Jun loved when you initiated anything, cupping your pussy and affectionately calling you his "little cat in heat", scratching behind the cat ears he bought for you. He loved putting you face down ass up on the living room rug, where anyone could walk in on Jun slamming into you, one hand between your shoulder blades, the other pinning your wrists behind your back. If anyone walks in? Well, it's so commonplace they barely take note of it anymore, but sometimes—after a long day, or a hard practice— they push your teary face between their legs, cooing at how you rub your cheek against the bulge in their pants. Nothing relieves their stress and frustration like pushing your head down, large hand between your cat ears, seeing drool and cum and tears mix on your pretty face, but you curling up on Jun’s lap like a content cat comes in as a strong second.

Hoshi . Is bitey. Half man, half tiger, half toddler is really the only way you could even somewhat adequately describe him. He's forever teething against the soft inside of your thigh, licking at you until you cry, fucking into you like a rabid animal, pinching your cheeks and cooing over you, before burying his face in your neck and mouthing at the skin there. The other members teased you about the marks he left, pressing gently down on bruises new and faded. There was no embarassing Hoshi, not when he proudly showed them off when he could, yanking your head back by the hair, exposing the delicate arch of your throat. His tongue laved over the bites, tasting the salt of your skin, and he paid no heed to your incessant squirming. Your shoulders are always adorned with perfectly circular bitemarks, to the point where the others were concerned by them. What they didn't know, not until Hoshi walked out smug and shirtless after a shower, was how much you marked him up as well (to Mingyu's scandalized gasp). You were usually so pliant underneath them, your hands always pinned out of the way and held down, but Soonyoung adored when your small hands tried to grasp onto him, when your pretty, sharp nails clawed at his back and shoulders, struggling to withstand the onslaught of pleasure. The result? Long, fine scratches adorning his spine, shifting under the toned muscles of his back and biceps. He wears them proudly like his own tiger stripes.

Wonwoo is a cat maid enjoyer trustttt. He is also a little shit. Even without the frills of the costume, the cat ears and his hand are permanently on your head. Number 1 headpat giver. Reading? His hands are stroking your hair. Sleeping together? His thumb is brushing over the arch of your ear. You do something mildly cute (breathe)? Pat pat pat. Loves cuddling you like a plushie against his chest, both while lying down and sitting up. The cuteness aggression is unreal. At least, it is until the sadist in him takes over. He loves nothing more than locking a remote controlled vibe against you and making you do menial household chores like dusting and scrubbing in your pretty, too-short outfit that did nothing to hide whatever lacy thing you had on underneath. His favourite is when you are on your hands and knees, pretending to scrub the floor, the ridiculously frilly uniform soaked through with water, skin slippery with suds, smelling like soap and desperation, all because he turned the vibe up too high, too quickly. He makes you come like that, shaking and crying on the floor. Once. Twice. You were well on the way to the third when he gathers you up in his arms and sets you on his lap, uncaring of the water soaking through his clothes. He presses a firm hand over your pussy, forcing the toy against your clit, and lets you sob your way through your climax. Wonwoo is gentle when he cleans you up after, undoing the ties of your dress with nimble, long-fingered hands, lowering your spent body into a hot bath, cradling you until you fall fast asleep against his chest. Of course, not without innumerous headpats.

Woozi has 3 loves in his life: music, working out, and you. According to him, there was no reason not to combine any of the three, which found you in his studio, curled up on his lap. His hands absentmindedly kneaded at your flesh, sliding from your chest down to the curve of your waist, palming at your ass, then up and over your thigh, to the round of your calf. Even the delicate swell of your ankles and the arch of your foot was not untouched, pale, elegant fingers stroking the skin and squeezing the entirety of your foot. Between the quiet of the studio and his warm hands, you barely notice the haze of dreamland drawing its veil over your eyes, or soft cushions meeting your back. You wake up to the soft click-clack of the keyboard. stretching, you watch your lover work.

One moment, you had been lounging on the studio couch— the next, plucked from it by a Jihoon that seemed to stomp in from thin air. His face, bright like the full moon, hovered directly over you, eyes meeting yours, glinting with quiet mischief. You blinked, and then you were weightless, rising, and your usually reserved Jihoon? Doing barbell curls of all things, using you as exceptionally surprised piece of gym equipment. Usually, gym equipment did not stare at him with wide eyes and a mildly confused expression. Usually, gym equipment did not fist his shirt and cling to him. Usually, gym equipment was not this fucking adorable. What was Woozi to do with you, other than to set you on his cock and show you his new hip thrust PR?

Dokyeom gave Seungcheol and Hoshi a run for their money when it came to sheer clinginess, what with how you're folded into his side all the damn time. He's forever squishing you into his broad chest, arms and legs thrown around you, head buried in the crook of your neck. Rarely would you get to cuddle him back, because he seemed to have made it his life mission to bring any straying limbs back to your body and make you as compact as possible. Slender, long fingers wrap around your delicate wrists and pin them down, with seemingly little effort, but you can't move an inch. Forget being a plushie— you act as his living, breathing body pillow, always warm to the touch. Your skin? Free real estate. His hands are always roaming, cupping the curve of your tit, pinching your nipples and tugging until you arch against him. Further down, squeezing the softness of your stomach and pinching the narrowest part of your waist. Further, and he's stroking your thighs almost reverently, higher and higher until his palm is flush against your cunt, and he pets that too. It seemed like sacrilege to call it dirty, sexual; the slow drag of his finger against your clit was worship, your whimpers hymnal, your pleasure his offering. The scrunch of your face when you come is enlightenment to him. When he flips you over and pins you underneath him, Dokyeom can't help but think you're his own miniature goddess stolen straight from altar, come to life and flushed and demanding under his reverant hands. When he's through with you, after carefully shaping your body into his, pressing you down into the mattress, bouncing you on his hips, drinking and eating from you until he can finally call himself somewhat sated, he cleans you like a devotee, presses his forehead against your sweat-damp stomach, and breathes you in, more fragrant than any incense.

You are Seventeen's doll, and Mingyu is their housewife. That's why he's always setting you on the counter next to him while he cooks, lovingly feeding you the first bite by hand. You looked so fragile to him like this, his oversized shirt falling off your shoulder, riding up your thighs, exposing impossibly soft skin. While dinner cooks, he spreads you on the counter as his appetizer, licking at you until you're begging him to let up, to give you a break. He finds your thrashing impossibly cute, how your thighs can't close around his shoulders, your helpless crying because it's too much for your little body to handle. It's so easy to manhandle you into whatever position he wanted, to hold you up and against him while he fucks into you. Some days, when he has too much energy, when practice and working out and taking care of others weren't enough, he would lift you up into the air and take you like that, your feet dangling off the floor. Out of everyone, you were the most doll-like with him, limp in his muscled arms while he uses you to his heart's desire. It had taken you so long to take him fully, needing days of prep before the first time. Days of him holding you down while he fingers you open, the pads of his fingers flush and rubbing against the soft, sensitive spot in you that your fingers could never reach by themselves. Days of Seventeen surprising you in the middle of the day by pushing a toy into you and forcing you to warm it. Days of Mingyu easing in inch by inch, making you come with each one, until you could finally, finally take his cock, flushed with pleasure and fullness and the endless praise spilling from his lips.

Minghao loves aesthetics. He asks you sit with him during his tea ceremonies, noting your perfect posture and neatly folded legs with an approving gaze. Everyone else is always bending you in half, but Minghao appreciates the neatness of your movement, the straight, elegant lines of your body, even in the mundane everyday— writing at your desk, molding the shape of your figure against one of his brothers', the swish of your skirt around your legs when you walked. It was in the smallest details to him— the tendons shifting under your hand, the stretch of an affectionate arm, the gentle arc of hipbone, the arch of your back off the bed when you come undone underneath his lips, his fingers, his cock. As far as Hao was concerned, this beauty was all the more perfect bound in cherry red rope, crisscrossing the narrow of your wrists and waist, digging into the fat of your hips and thighs. He spends hours with you in his studio, entwined together under warm afternoon sunlight, testing different patterns across your torso while your head leans against his chest. Every day was something different— arms tied to your ankles one day, calves and thighs bound together, forcing you to kneel, once tied to him while straddling him on a chair. The boundaries between his own touch and the bite of rope blurs, until the pinch of rope and the nip of teeth are one and the same.

You often called Seungkwan your "adorable boo bear", complete with holding up strands of his hair into fluffy bear ears. And indeed, he looked like a cartoon baby bear with his big eyes and clingy, soft tendencies. Evenings with him was always spent with you straddling him on the couch, your face buried in the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around each other, breathing the other in. He cared for you in a way that was softer, warmer, care which seeped in through your pores until you glowed from the inside out. Beyond nagging you to eat and drink water 2982139 times a day, he fetched you meals himself, held bottles to your lips, and scolded your ear off. When you were on his lap, however, the praise was endless. He didn't fuck— he rolled his hips into yours slowly, hands grasping yours, pinning both of you down, kissing the planes of your face slack from pleasure. It wasn't a powerplay like with the others, either. His hands are exceedlingly gentle on your skin, holding you close, and closer, trying to merge the two of you together. Your own hand stroked his round cheek, resting soft against your palm. You were his doll and he was your boo bear, and that's all that mattered sometimes.

Vernon is the most peaceful of them all, never given to throwing you around like the others (or gnawing at you like Hoshi). It's simply enough to share company, and occassionally, cat reels. He holds you as casually as he does his phone, manspreading on the couch and setting you on his lap, wide hand palming the fat of your ass. The unspoken order—grind—hangs in the air, and you obediently oblige, pushing your hips against the seam of his pants, head falling into the perfect curve of his neck. He captures your lips with his, a soft, slick meeting. Unhurried, calm, like everything else was with him. He wasn't particularly inclined to pin you down and fuck you senseless (not that it didn't happen), but enjoyed the pressure of you on him, the gentle press of your hands against his chest. Afterwards, the two of you fall asleep together, hand in hand, space between your bodies like open fields ready for sowing.

Chan thinks you're the cutest ever, especially when snuggled up on his chest. He also thinks you're the cutest ever when you're overwhelmed and half dazed, making adorable little faces of pleasure and unable to speak from overstimulation. He likes making you whine into his neck and chest when his wandering hands squeeze a little too hard at your waist, ass and tits. Chan was always using his strength to his advantage, knowing it drove you insane, grining cheekily when it did. Your pleasure was his, and he carved that knowledge in your mind until you knew it better than you knew yourself. Eye contact is a must for him, to the point where he stops moving if your eyes fall shut from the pleasure. His favourite actvity? Placing you on one strong thigh, supported only by your entwined hands, and forcing you to grind and look at him until you're sobbing into his shoulder from exhaustion and frustration. His pants are soaked through, but you still couldn't find completion, needing more from him. Chan loved the desperate tears tracking down your face. Once he takes over, you wish you did it yourself— he's relentless, bouncing you on his thick thigh until you're cross-eyed and stupid from how good it feels. He keeps going, long after you've turned completely limp, using your body to vent his energy out. Afterwards, he collapses next you, and spoons you until you both fall asleep and wake up again, though you are significantly worse for wear. It's hard to stay mad when he flashes that boyish smile at you, with sweet kisses and promises of food.

a/n pt 2: if you see me post more fics with the same themes no you don't

feel free to ask if you want to see more from this universe (ot13 or member specific) because I have MULTIPLE scenarios that I haven't included here. Both fluff and smut reqs are accepted!

please send me asks/feedback/criticism/dms I do not bite

[heartsiebyul]

Hiii, i love ur writing sm! I just read ur tongue ring fic and i loved it sfm

If you u do a NSFW continuation, can u add the reaction of the same characters finding out that their s/o doesn't just have a tongue ring but and have their nipples pierced aswell? If u can't or r uncomfortable that's totally fine tho!

Hope u have a great day/night!

જ⁀➴ Twisted Wonderland x m!reader

🔞 NSFW Warning – 18+ ONLY

Content includes: • Male reader • Bottom!Reader • Nipple piercings (reader) • Oral fixation • Explicit sexual scenes (detailed penetration). •❗Reader discretion is advised ❗

featuring — Riddle : Leona : Jamil : Floyd : Cater. cw: NSFW!

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Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was usually so careful, so by-the-book when it came to intimacy — at least at first. But tonight, something in him snapped. You’d moaned so sweetly when he gripped your hips, so delicately when he rolled his tongue over your throat, that he lost the restraint he clung to like law. When he unbuttoned your shirt and pushed it aside, his breath hitched as he caught the gleam of metal. "Y-You’re pierced… here?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper, crimson eyes fixed on your chest. Your nipples, adorned with twin silver barbells, stood sensitive and flushed. His fingers trembled slightly as they brushed one.

He was clearly flustered, but his arousal overtook his nervousness fast. Slowly, Riddle leaned in and took one nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl over the barbell, dragging it deliberately back and forth while keeping his eyes locked on your expression. When your back arched and you whimpered, his cheeks burned red — but he did it again, then again, each flick followed by a gentle suck. One hand reached between your legs to stroke you languidly while the other rolled the second piercing between his fingers, fascinated by how responsive you were. “You’re reacting like I’ve cast a spell on you…”

Then he pulled away and pushed your legs up, kneeling between them with his cock flushed and twitching. "You’re so shameless... letting me find this out like this." His voice cracked between authority and desperation. As he slid into you slowly, deeply, his hands never left your chest — pinching, tugging, and circling the piercings with reverent obsession. “I can’t focus… when you look like this,” he groaned, thrusts getting sharper with every mewl that escaped you. "You look indecent—perfect—with those... I'm going to ruin you tonight."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona had you already half-naked and spread out under him when your shirt finally got peeled up past your chest — and that’s when he saw them. His eyes caught the metal glint immediately, and his brows lifted with amused surprise. “Tch… seriously? What the hell is this?” he growled, but it wasn’t a complaint. It was desire. He leaned down without waiting, lips wrapping around one pierced nipple as he gave it a hungry suck, tongue curling around the barbell. Your moan was music to his ears. “Shit. You really do have some filthy secrets…”

He didn’t give you time to answer. His hand gripped your hip while his teeth scraped gently at the metal, tugging before soothing it with a slow, wet lick. The way your thighs trembled beneath him only made him hungrier. He rolled your other nipple between his fingers, watching you fall apart from just that stimulation. “Sensitive aren’t you?” he muttered, voice thick with arousal. He pressed his cock against your ass, already hard and leaking. "Bet you kept these hidden on purpose. Wanted me to find them like this."

Without warning, Leona flipped you over onto your knees, dragging your chest down into the mattress so your ass stayed high. He spat in his hand, stroked himself twice, then sank into you with a rough groan. His fingers hooked under your chest, tugging at both piercings as he fucked into you deep, raw. “You’re gonna clench every time I pull, huh?” he growled, grinning wide as your body obeyed. “So easy to ruin. I’m gonna fuck you stupid while you cry from your pretty tits being played with.”

Jamil Viper

Jamil didn’t rush. He never did. His hands roamed your body slowly, deliberately, like he was memorizing each inch of your skin. But the second your shirt was peeled off and his fingers brushed against the cold, hard metal of your nipple piercings, something shifted in him. His eyes widened faintly — then narrowed with sharp interest. "You didn't tell me about these," he murmured, trailing one fingertip along the silver barbell. "How long have you had them… and why haven’t I been allowed to see?"

He leaned in, kissing the metal first, then circling the tip of his tongue around it slowly. The wet heat made you gasp, and that was all he needed. He closed his mouth around it, sucking slow and deep, while his free hand slipped under your waistband to palm your growing arousal. "You’re really sensitive here," he whispered, pulling back with a pop. “Let’s see how long you last.” His touch was measured, teasing — alternating soft flicks with hard tugs, licking the metal until your hips bucked up and your cock twitched desperately against his hand.

Then, with your legs parted and your hole already slick from his earlier attention, Jamil slid in to the hilt — all while keeping his mouth latched to your chest. His rhythm was deep, intense, but never sloppy — each roll of his hips perfectly timed with the tugs on your piercings. He made you feel every inch of him. "You're more beautiful than you know," he whispered against your skin. "But with these? You’re fucking addictive." And the way he growled, the way he fucked you deeper each time your nipples were pulled — he wasn’t going to stop until you were crying from overstimulation.

Floyd Leech

“Eeeeh?” Before you could protest or explain, his mouth was already on your chest, tongue lapping over the barbell with a gleeful, wet slurp. “They jingle~! Hehe, you’re like a little toy for me now!”

Floyd’s lips didn’t stop moving — from one nipple to the other, flicking and sucking while his fingers pinched and tugged the metal with wild, unrestrained curiosity. Every little sound you made, every squirm or moan, made him grind harder into you with his hard-on pressing eagerly against your backside. “Aw, you’re twitching already~ Look at this,” he giggled, pressing the barbell side to side as you whimpered. “So cute when you can’t handle it!”

When he finally pushed into you, it was fast and deep — no warning, just a sharp stretch and his length bottoming out. But even as he fucked you hard from behind, his hands snaked under you to keep playing with your chest, fingers tugging your piercings with each thrust. “You’re squeezing me so tight every time I pull these~! Shit, this is the best!” he laughed, breathless. “Next time, I’m putting bells on them. Gotta hear you jingle while I wreck you.”

Cater Diamond

Cater let out a soft gasp as he undid your shirt, pulling it open with practiced fingers — but stopped dead when the light caught on your pierced nipples. His jaw dropped, and then his face lit up in wicked delight. “No. Way. Baby, you’ve been hiding these? These are, like, a total fantasy unlocked,” he laughed, voice breathy as his hands came up to cup your chest, fingers delicately brushing over the barbells. “You're literally trying to break me, huh?”

He leaned down, lips sealing over one pierced nipple, tongue swirling and flicking the metal with practiced ease. You moaned, chest rising into his mouth — and Cater grinned against your skin. “So responsive~ I love it,” he cooed, switching to the other nipple, giving it a slow, teasing suck. His fingers danced lower, stroking your cock as he played with both piercings, watching your face twist with pleasure. “You’ve got the whole package, babe — I’m obsessed.”

When he bent you over and slid into you, it was with loving care — but his hands didn’t stay on your hips. No, they returned to your chest, rolling and tugging the metal as he pushed in deep. “You're so hot like this… fuck, the way your back arches when I play with these? You’re gonna make me come just watching you,” he panted, biting your shoulder as his pace quickened. “Gonna snap some pics next time so I can remember how good you look falling apart for me.”

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sooooo… this isn’t my first rodeo writing nsfw fic (shoutout to my ongoing Twisted Wonderland x male story on Quotev 👀) and i thought i was done but… it’s hitting me.

maybe it’s finally time to bless y’all with some bunch of nsfw one-shots?

don’t judge me, i’m just out here trying to manifest some extra heat. open for requests 💌

[banquetwriter]

I don't have much in the way of good ideas but I was wondering if you'd do a bob reynolds vampire!reader fic, it could involve anything.

୨୧ To be human ୨୧

pairing: Bob Reynolds ♡︎ vampire!fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ reader is described as “pale” bob doesn’t know it yet but it’s because reader hasn’t been feeding- ‘pale’ was just the term I used to describe gaunt and tired looking NOT implying your skin is any way white or light colored, I briefly described readers life in the 1800’s I tried to write it ambiguous but i understand not everyone’s life would have been so privileged back then, mentions of body’s changing, attacking people, blood, bad times at the el royale references, NOT PROOFREAD etc…

summary: ʚ reminiscing on old times ɞ

Words: 2.3k

A/N: idk why this took me so long to write bby, but you tell I’ve watched sinners too much?

June 5th 1841- Richmond U.K.

It was late, too late for a young unmarried woman to be out. You were hooked to some device, it was not yet on but your chest heaved with heavy breathes as the time approached for your transformation.

Steve Rogers was not the first human being to be experimented on. In fact you weren't even the first, but you were the first that survived…

Your frail rigid body was currently dying of a plague. It took your body and mind. Then when there was no hope of cure, a too-good-to-be true offer was presented. So there you laid on an operating table, somewhere in the south of London as a doctor sat a glowing stone into the machine.

It began to buzz, a tingle filled your body. The doctor said no one else had survived the trial. But if it did work it might save you… it might do beyond that too. Suddenly the buzzing became too much. You screamed out in agony as you felt your body shifting.

A horrible pain began in your head, sharp and blinding. It moved from your temple to your jaw. You felt your teeth shuffling, a horrible grinding noise. The pain moved, further down your body it traveled. It sat in your stomach.

As your breath calmed you began to feel the pain change. It changed from anger to something deeper. It was almost a primal feeling.

You were hungry.

Taking a deep breath realizing your heart didn't beat any longer. The passing of air from your nose no longer mattered, only breathing to pretend.

Pretend to be what?

To be human.

Your eye drifted to the doctor who was frantically scribbling on a pad. Furiously dipping the pen into the ink. His heart was beating. It sent blood shooting through his veins with every jump. Licking your new canine teeth a thought danced across your head.

Bite him.

It said, voice booming loud. It sounded like your voice. But with a dark demented twist. The longer you looked at him the more you wanted it. Needed it. Craved it

“Doctor, I think something is wrong.” your voice was innocent, unassuming. You pressed your hand to your head. You craned your body back presenting as a helpless little animal.

He was the helpless one but you were an animal.

Your name came rushing from his lips, legs swiftly moving over to aid you. His fingers found your wrists searching for a pulse. His brows furrowed. He found no pulse.

“You-” he stuttered realizing what he had done. He had killed you. He looked up to see your face had changed. You were no longer the naive little 22-year-old girl. A monster stared back at him.

“I think somethings wrong.” you repeated, that was the last thing he had truly heard. His screams made the walls shake as you bled him dry.

November 7th 2025- Old Avengers tower

A white blanket laid over all of New York, the faint hum of early Christmas music filled the streets. You sighed blinking slowly, fingers gingerly touching the picture that stood before you.

A picture of you and your mother, her arms wrapped around you as you both stood with wide smiles. You slipped your finger down under the plastic and pulled it out. Flipping it around you read the words scribbled on the back. You and your mothers name written in cursive writing next to the date ‘1840’.

You took a deep breath through your nose, again your body no longer needed oxygen to breathe but it helped you feel much more human. You suppose when you were human it helped you feel better too.

Your ears twitch hearing a heartbeat approaching you. A small smile prickled on your lips and your fangs peeked slightly out. “What are you doing? Up so late?” your voice sounds more confident then you intend for it to happen.

Bob gives a sheepish smile pointing towards the fridge. “Cake.” he simply says. You can’t fight the smirk that covers your features. “That's reasonable.” You suggest, cocking your head to the side. “What spawned the cake craving?”

Your words always seem to strike his heart. Even when your words weren't particularly profound. “Oh I couldn't- couldn't sleep so I uh want a snack.” Bob said, closing his eyes, gesturing towards the kitchen as a whole.

He was so cute. In the 206 years you have been alive you've seen your fair share of beautiful people. None looked quite as cute as Bob Reynolds. “Nightmare?” you asked, wondering what could be causing the man to lose sleep.

You knew he had a horrible sleep schedule. Staying up into the wee hours of the morning before sleeping and waking from a nightmare. The same brutal cycle repeats over and over again every night.

You did not sleep as much, and the sun didn't feel particularly good so you spent most days inside. Unless there was a mission where you would wear a special suit that helps keep your body cool and protected when going outside.

“No not tonight just, I couldn't sleep I guess.” he said, shrugging his shoulders. You nodded in understanding. “You mentioned cake?” you said setting the picture down of you and your mother.

A smile spread across his face as he walked towards you. “Oh yeah me and Yelena tried to bake a cake earlier… The first one turned out not so good but the second one wasn't bad. I mean we didn't die when we ate it so it's probably safe.” he said looking at your reaction.

Standing apprehensively, fingers nervously bundled up by his chest. “Well sounds like a good deal to me.” you said opening the fridge to indulge in the chocolaty goodness. You shimmied the plate onto the counter trying not to knock it over.

“Can you hand me a knife to cut it please? And maybe some plates.” you ask removing the cling wrap from the dessert, licking a small piece of frosting that covers your finger.

“Can you even eat human- I mean like regular food?” Bob asks, opening a drawer to get the requested items. The Freudian slip makes you pause slightly before picking up the kitchen utensil to portion the cake.

You choose to ignore it. You weren't human, not anymore… but in this day and age does that matter? Human or not you were doing good. “Of course, I can eat human food.” the cake plops onto his plate.

“It just doesn't fuel my body. I still have like taste buds though,” you inform him, your slice of cake plopping down. He hums, nodding unsure of what to say. You looked pale… skin dull. Darker circles bled through the faded color of your skin.

Bob’s eyes are drawn to the photo album you were looking at previously. You followed his eyes to your pictures. A smile formed, you wondered if he might want to go see them.

“Did you wanna-?”

“Could I see-?”

You both stop talking. You pressed your lips into a line trying to fight the giggles that threatened to spill. Your attempt fails as your eyes stay locked with his for a second. “C’mere.” you beckon him.

He smiled and shuffled to you. Scooting next to you peering over your shoulder to see the picture. Bob's eyes widened looking at how old the photo was, he knew you were old but not that old!

“I didn't even know the camera was invented this far back.” he muttered just looking at the photo. Scared of touching it. If it wasn't your personal item he would have preferred to keep it locked in a case in a museum somewhere.

You felt a laugh leave your body without any control over it. “It was invented 20 years before this picture.” you said trying to remember. “Well I don't know, maybe it was more like 10-” you threw up your hands, giving up on trying to remember such a trivial detail.

“We didn't have a camera, my family, this was taken at a fair.” you said reminiscing on the memory. Bob just hummed looking at it. You were in a big frilly dress and hat. “That dress was my favorite. I wore it to every promenade we had all summer.”

Your voice had a bittersweet tone. Bob couldn't imagine you weren't sad over thinking about all of this. “It's a pretty dress- I would wear it too.” Bob said without thinking too hard about his words.

He turned and was met by your wild smile. “If you wanna wear a dress no one would mind Bob,” you said, raising your eyebrows. He gave a defeated sigh realizing what he said.

“That's not what I meant- I mean it is a pretty dress, just I wouldn't wear it you know as a guy.” he pauses, his eyes widened slightly before he continues more frantically. “Not that there's anything wrong with a guy wearing dresses- that's cool if guys do that I'm just saying-” you let out another giggle.

The warm air felt like a safe inviting hug. The late-night delirium causing the field of giggling the two of you shared. You flipped through the album going forward a hundred years or so through your memories.

A picture of you with flared bottoms, twiggy eye makeup and your hair seemingly sculpted into the perfect 60’s hair imaginable caught Bob’s eye. You were sitting next to a young man in an old uniform. ‘Miles’ it read.

The man looked sheepishly at the camera. The next picture was of you and the same boy but this time you were planting a giant smooch on the side of his face. The boy's face was bright red this time but the smile was all the same.

Bob felt a weird feeling bubble in his chest. It was weird to see you kiss someone. What was weirder was realizing he hadn't considered that yeah, if you're alive for that long you probably had been with a person or two.

"Who is that?” Bob asked before shoveling his mouth full of cake. You looked at the photo of you and Miles. Your non beating heart ached remembering his death like it was yesterday. “He was a… friend. Miles Millers.” you said, hauntingly. Bob looked at the picture of you planting a kiss on the boy's face before tentatively reaching for it.

This one was much less old so he felt a little less bad about holding it with his bare- chocolate cake covered- hands. He flipped it around and it had both of your initials in a heart with more text below it ‘El Royale 1969’. It felt weird to be jealous of this guy. I mean he might not even be still alive.

You watched as Bob studied the picture. “What's on your mind?” your sultry voice carried him out of his state. “Oh just- I mean this guy would be like 80 right now If you wanted to see him he might be still…” his voice trailed off but he gestured. Alive. He might still be alive.

Bob was not going to let his silly little crush on you ruin you from seeing someone you loved. It was probably better if Bob didn't let his feelings get in the way of anything else again. He watched as you smiled sadly, the tiredness was settling into your eye sockets now.

“That's really sweet but later that night after this picture he- he passed away.” you spoke the last part slowly. Like it felt weird to say it. I mean he had been dead for decades but it felt like it yesterday you held his crying body on the stairs of that fucking hotel.

Bob gulped rather loudly, how could he be so stupid? Not only was he jealous over someone that wasn't even his, the guy he was angry at was dead… He suddenly didn't feel like eating the cake. He sat it down slowly, not looking at you. You were taking big deep breaths like that was going to calm you down. Bob didn't look at you, and that insecurity started to creep in.

The one that you were just too much. Too much for a guy even with superpowers. You took the picture of you and Miles back. Slipping it into the plastic cover. You open your mouth, to apologize for ever even being in his life. But before you can let the word vomit begin he cuts you off.

“I'm really really sorry.” he pauses, still not looking at you but searching for the right words. “Losing people is hard enough…” he trails off still not finding the right words.

He snaps back to you as your hand finds his shoulder. “Thank you-” your voice barely above a whisper. “Your right,” your hand remains on him, “it is hard. I've outlived my family. I still keep an eye on any family members alive but it's not the same.”

Your words carried softly but the impact was that of waves. “I miss my mothers laugh, I can still remember the last time I heard it. The last time I felt the sun on my skin.” I continued, my hand moving off his shoulder.

I began to nervously scratch at my other hand. “There is a lot of bad that comes with knowing me, Bob.” he inhales, he's told people that before too. “I'm not my true self anymore I think I've lost her but…” I turn to face him. “Bug I'd like to try.” tears welled in my eyes. Without thinking clearly Bob leaned in, pulling his lips against yours.

Your youthful hands wrapping around him, tugging him closer. His tongue collided with the sharp fangs that sat in your mouth. ?

[nanamincreampie]

Bathroom Barber Shop

Toji Fushiguro x Black pregnant reader

Context: Toji want to help his beautiful pregnant wife shave......with barber trimmers??? ( inspired by that one time Scott offered to help Kourtney shave when she was pregnant lol)

Contains: fluff and poor Megumi being traumatized

The bathroom was humid, scented with your signature cocoa butter and honey-shea scrub. Steam clung to the mirror like a curtain while slow R&B played softly from the phone speaker nearby. Toji leaned back on the edge of the sink, shirtless, watching you wrestle with your legs like you were in a WWE match.

“Babe,” you huffed, one thigh propped on the bathtub rim, towel wrapped around your chest but barely holding on. “I’m telling you right now, shaving is an Olympic event when you've got a whole human inside your stomach.”

Your braids were piled into a loose top knot, a few strands framing your glowing face. Your brown skin was rich and shimmered in body oil, and your belly was round, beautiful, and very much in the way of reaching anything below a full-on struggle.

Toji tilted his head, amused, eyes slowly dragging over your full figure like he didn’t see what the issue was.

“Should’ve called me in earlier,” he said, voice low and teasing. “I’ve got steady hands and a fresh blade.”

You side-eyed him, raising a brow. “You’re not using a blade near the choochie.”

“I meant clippers. I used to shave my teammates' heads in the locker room back in the day. I got the touch.”

You narrowed your eyes as he stepped into the bathroom holding a barber trimmer in one hand like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. “Where the hell did you even get those?”

Toji smirked. “Amazon. Two-day shipping. Told you I was ready.”

You laughed, loud and unapologetic, before carefully maneuvering yourself into the tub, legs up, towel sliding a little. “I swear to God, if you nick me, I’m telling the baby you’re the reason she came out with attitude.”

“Relax, mama.” He crouched beside you, flipping the trimmer on with a buzz. “I’m just gonna part you like the Red Sea.”

You squealed, covering your face. “Why are you like this?!”

“Lean back,” he said, nudging your thigh with a grin. “Trust the process.”

“I can’t see anything, Toji. That’s a lot of trust.”

“That’s marriage.”

Just as he started to go to work, with surprising focus and care, the bathroom door creaked open.

“Hey, do you know where the—” Megumi’s voice cut off mid-sentence.

There was a pause. A long, stunned, frozen pause.

Your eyes shot open. Toji glanced up.

Megumi stood in the doorway like he’d walked in on a ritual he couldn’t unsee. He was holding a laundry basket, expression blank, but his soul had left his body.

“...What the actual hell,” he said finally.

Toji, completely unbothered, gave him a two-finger salute. “Bathroom’s in use.”

Megumi blinked. “Are you shaving her—? Is this real life?”

You threw a towel over your lap and started cackling. “Close the door, Megumi! Don’t make this weird!”

“You already made it weird!” he snapped, backing up like the room was cursed. “I’m gonna pretend I never saw this. Don’t ever tell me about it. Ever.”

He vanished down the hallway.

Toji shrugged, going back to his task like he was detailing a car. “Kid’s dramatic.”

You giggled, hand on your belly. “He’s gonna need therapy.”

“I’m gonna need a tip,” Toji muttered. “This is precision work.”

“You’re getting nothing if you miss a spot.”

“Damn. Tough crowd.”

[nkogneatho]

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔

a/n: as i said in my prev dbf gojo drabble, i am experimenting different plots and build up since i am slwoly getting back in writing again. your feedback is so valuable to me so lmk how it is. i'll post the smut for every fic once i am sure the style is working for me.

part 2

The bathroom is thick with steam, warm and close, the kind that sticks to your skin and makes everything feel a little more intimate. The water’s already running when you step in, the sound a steady thrum against tile, but it’s Toji that steals your attention.

He’s standing under the spray, head tilted slightly back, water running down the sharp cut of his jaw and disappearing along the lines of his chest. His hair’s slicked back, darker than usual, and when he glances over at you, that familiar smirk curls at the edges of his mouth.

You step in without thinking. The heat of the shower hits you instantly, pulling a soft sigh from your lips as your muscles begin to uncoil. Toji doesn’t say anything. He just watches as you close the space between you, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark.

Your fingers reach out first, brushing across his chest. The soap’s still clinging to his skin in little patches, and without a word, you start to help him. Slow, gentle movements, running your hands down his torso, over the dips and ridges of hard-earned muscle. He lets you touch him, doesn’t move except for the occasional twitch when your fingertips graze somewhere sensitive.

You glance up at him and smile, mischievous. You trail your fingers lightly over his ribs, just to see if he’ll react.

Nothing.

“Seriously?” you pout, trying again. “Not even a little flinch?”

He lifts a brow, that damn smirk growing. “You forget how much shit I’ve taken to the gut?”

You roll your eyes but laugh, leaning into him as his hands come to rest on your hips. He shifts the soap between his palms and starts to lather you up, fingers gliding across your skin with a kind of casual precision that sends goosebumps trailing down your arms.

He starts at your shoulders. Down your arms. Across your collarbones. He’s not rushing. He’s taking his time, and you feel it in every careful drag of his palms. When he reaches your waist, his thumbs dip just a little lower than necessary, lingering at the waistband of nothing.

Your breath hitches.

“You good?” he asks, too innocently.

“You’re messing with me,” you murmur, your voice soft and shaky.

He grins. “Obviously.”

You try to move, maybe say something snarky, but his hands grip your thighs and he lifts you before you can think. Your back hits the tiled wall with a wet thud, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and suddenly the air feels a lot heavier.

The only thing you can hear is the water, and the sound of your own heartbeat hammering in your ears.

Toji leans in, his mouth grazing the edge of your jaw, then down your neck. The stubble on his chin scrapes just enough to make you gasp, and his lips follow in slow, heated presses. You tilt your head without even realizing it, giving him more, because it feels too good not to.

“You really let me pick the worst places to tease you,” he purrs against your throat.

“You're the one who started—anh!” but your words fall apart when he bites down just enough to make your stomach flip.

His hips press forward and your breath stutters. You’re suddenly all too aware of just how little space there is between you. The heat of him, the water, the air, it’s all blurring together into something dizzying.

He kisses you then, full and slow. Not gentle. Not rushed. Just deep and consuming, like he’s pouring all the words he won’t say into it. One of his hands stays at your waist, the other gripping your thigh tight enough to leave a mark, anchoring you to him while he keeps kissing you like he’s starving.

You moan softly into his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders as your body rocks against his. It’s not even deliberate, it’s instinct. He groans against your lips, low and rough, and you feel it all the way through your core.

He pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes heavy, lips wet.

“You really wanna keep playing?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You meet his gaze, flush blooming across your chest, teeth dragging across your lower lip. “Maybe I want you to stop teasing and just ruin me.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then he laughs under his breath. dark and amused. and dips his head again, this time with no hesitation.

“Say less.”

And just like that, everything dissolves into steam, into skin, into hands pulling and mouths claiming. Nothing else matters at this point. Just the two of you, with your bodies tangled, your hearts racing, the sound of the water fading into the background as everything gets a little messier, a little hotter, and a lot more passionate.

[onlyheluvsme]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a fic about Joel giving birthday sex? I would love to read for my birthday coming up lol :)

happy birthday anon! i hope you enjoy!

˗ˏˋbirthday sex´ˎ˗

joel gives you birthday sex — mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, smut, mentions of: alcohol, drunkenness, intercourse⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ leave reqs!!

no matter how many times you begged, you couldn't stop ellie and dina from throwing you a small party — they claimed it wasn't a birthday till you blew out your candles. by the time the night was winding down, you were wiped, sitting on joel's lap with your full body laid back onto his.

"we should probably get you home, missy" his thick hands pat your hips from their hold. you smile lazily into his shoulder,

"but it's still my birthday" you drunkenly giggle.

"it's actually past twelve" he chuckles at your intoxication,

with the party having died down, many of the guests had left — leaving just dina and ellie to flirt in one corner as the rest of the guests lazily recovered from the night.

"the girls were too nice to do this for me, i should make em' something" you whisper with your eyes on ellie and dina.

"yeah they really love you" joel replies, kissing the crown of your head. you smile at the thought, knowing just how much you love them as well.

after an hour of goodbye's and thank you's, joel finally got you home — the alcohol making you extra talkative. however, the smile never one left his face as he watched you interact with those you loved, watching the light in your eyes as your friends wished you well in your new year of life.

as the two of you made your way into your bedroom, joel couldn't keep his hands off of you. watching you with other people the entire night had finally caught up to him and now he wanted to give you his own version of a 'happy birthday'.

two hands came to wrap around your waist as you opened the door to the room,

"you ready for your last present?" he rasps into your neck, hands gripping your hips.

your eyes instinctively closed as you lean back into him, the bulkiness of his chest hitting you immediately. the hands around your waist start roaming your stomach, fingers grazing the hem of your pants.

"you already gave me a gift" you tease, letting the feeling of his roaming hands take over. joel's mouth comes down onto your neck, teeth grazing at the sensitive skin.

"got another," he says into your neck, hands coming up to your breasts as his fingers pinched your nipples through your top.

your back arched against him and he quickly flipped you around, pressing your chest into his. joel's guides the two of you towards the bed, lips pressing into yours. one of his hands grabs at the hair at your nape as the other guides your body down onto the bed.

both of your breaths are rapid as you attempt to breath through the kiss, not pulling away once. joel's quick with your close, hands grabbing at the hem of your top, flinging it over your head. your hands tug at his own clothes and he laughs through the kiss at your enthusiasm.

soon enough the heat of his skin was pressed into yours, joel pressing himself as close to you as possible. his lips started a descend down your body, pressing sweet kisses into your neck then to your collarbone, on each of your taunt nipples, and down your stomach.

your back arched as his mouth went down your body, teeth grazing your abdomen. joel's teeth found the hem of your panties, tugging at it lightly,

"you had a good birthday, sweet girl?" he presses a kiss to the lace, rubbing his lips against the soft skin above it.

"mhm" you whine out, hips bucking in need of friction. you could feel the slick in your panties and needed the relief desperately.

joel chuckled at your slightly drunken desperation, finally tugging the lace of your panties down — joel slides his hands up the smooth silky skin of your legs, spreading them.

the sight before him causes his mouth to water on the spot, your cunt greeted him all glossy and swollen, begging to be relieved. he could see the way your hole clenched against nothing, desperate for stimulation.

"happy birthday, baby" joel presses a kiss to your clit before circling it with his tongue. you whine out immediately, hands coming down to grip his silvered hair.

joel's tongue flattened against you, licking a stripe from the bottom of your cunt to the top. his tongue prodded your hole, lightly making way into your velvet walls causing your legs to shake against his hold. his thick arms came around your thighs, holding you against him as he tortured your cunt.

he sucked your clit into his mouth, rapidly flicking your clit with his tongue and your hips immediately begin to rock against his face, squeezing your thighs around him. the way your moans filled the room did something to joel, making his cock harden against the bed beneath him as a slow rut of his hips began.

your orgasm rapidly approached as his tongue continued its rapid assault on your clit, you felt the knot in your lower abdomen tighten quickly. joel felt your thighs tighten around his head and let you take control of his face, your hips rapidly dragging your cunt against his tongue.

your eyes opened to find joel's eyes closed, hips rutting into the sheets, eyes furrowed as he focused on your orgasm — the sight sent you over the edge. you loved to see how much he worked to make you come.

joel felt the gush of your come against his tongue as your orgasm washed over you. he did his best to lap up as much of your come as he could before presses kisses to your clit.

"joel please, i need you" your hands come down to his shoulders, attempting to pull him up.

joel gladly obliges, pressing kisses back up your body. your hands find the buckle of his belt, quickly undoing it as he helps you guide off his pants.

"my sweet girl deserves everything today," he rasps against your lips, pressing his hips into yours — his boxers being the only thing separating you two. the wet warmth of your cunt heated his lengthening cock through the fabric, making his chest heave.

joel helps you as you push off his boxers, letting his thick cock spring free. he wastes no time before dragging his reddened tip against the slick of your folds, lips finding yours.

joel kissed you through the torture, sliding his thick tip against the sensitive slick of your clit,

"joel please!" you whine against him,

joel chuckles against your lips as he guides himself to your tight hole,

"you had a good birthday, baby?" he kisses the corner of your lip.

your head nods rapidly as he slowly presses himself into you, the full feeling hitting you immediately. joel sighs at the feeling of your warm walls slowly sucking him in, the heat and tight tug of your hole making his chest heave.

joel began a slow pace inside of you, staring a deep rhythm as he pressed into you as much as he could. every time his hips pressed into you, you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix.

"fuck" joel groans into your neck,

you felt your second orgasm approach you rapidly as joel kept up a passionate pace into your heat and it took everything in him not to come on the spot — the sight of you too much for him.

"you best come with me, baby girl" his mouth found yours again as his hips speed up, losing their rhythm.

joel felt your walls begin to quiver and tighten around him as your orgasm approach and brought one of his hands down to your sensitive clit.

the overstimulation sent you into overdrive, legs shaking as your second orgasm washes over you. joel's orgasm quickly followed as your walls tightened around him, sucking his cock into your cunt. heavy white spurts of his come painted your walls and cervix as joel fucked you through your orgasms.

not once did joel's lips leave yours as the two of you orgasmed together, ensuring the two of you felt completely connected in the moment. heavy breathes were shared between the two of you when you finally pulled away, joel slowly sliding out of you.

his hands came around your bare body, pulling you into him. one of his hands played with your hair as the other kissed your fingers,

"i love you baby, happy birthday" he whispered against your fingers,

"mm, thank you joel" you sleepily whispered into his chest.

[joel masterlist]

[lilolebambi]

A MOMENT PUPPY!CHRIS AND BAMBI!READER SHARE OVER SPRINGBREAK. . .

It should've been impossible.

You still don't know what magic—or divine intervention got your mom to agree.

You really don’t know how you pulled it off.

One second, your mom was listing all the reasons why this trip was a terrible idea. The next, you were nodding along as she gave you the, "Don’t-do-anything-stupid." A week away with a bunch of teenagers, squeezed into a house that was definitely not meant for this many people. Yet, you were still here.

You like it.

Sunny mornings spent flipping pancakes with Dre, the endless hours spent by the pool with Quen, the hunt for seashells with Nick, the plotting of messing with the kids across you with Chris. This is what spring break is supposed to feel like.

The week has blurred into a slow-motion flim of smoke and cheap alcohol. Your feet know the path to the bonfire by heart, your eyelashes fluttering at Chris to convince him to pass you his cart. He always gives into you.

That's why you're where you are now. In the room he picked, face comfortably nuzzled into his neck, arms wrapped around him.

And you're definitely higher than you'd like to admit. "Chrissss," You whine, squirming. "Pool."

He doesn't say anything, too high to do so. But he releases you, nods whenever you tell him that you don't know when you'll be back.

It's late now. You got in when the sun was still high, golden light draped over the water, warm on your skin. You let time slip past, sinking, floating, drifting between the surface.

Chris is just a blur until he waves from below.

You rise, brushing droplets from your face. He smirks. "One of your night swims?"

You giggle, breath still light from the water. "Told you I was going to the pool."

He rolls his eyes, slow, playfully, the two of you circling each other. "In my defense, I was high."

"Y'still....?"

"Guess." Another giggle from you. "You?"

"Guess."

A beat. Then another. Then one more. Just Chris. Circling. Staring. "What is it?" You flick water at him, laughing as you snap him out of wherever trance he's in.

"It's—" He swallows. "Nothing."

You know Chris. He's gonna tell you.

"Everything."

Your eyebrows pull together. "Oh...?"

He's nervous. You see it in the way his teeth dig into his bottom lip, "I.... you're my bestfriend, Bambi. But—fuck," His voice falters. "There's been times I've wanted to be more."

Your breath catches. "What...? " You're not angry or anything just.... lost. "Why didn't you say anything? "

He sighs, running his fingers through his damp hair. "It was always Matt." His voice barely rises. "You never looked at me the way you looked at him." He exhales, "I guess... I was just waiting."

Your lips part. "...for me? "

He nods, voice soft. "Yeah."

It crashes into you—sudden, everlasting.

Why Chris is always there. Why people stare when he touches you. Why the kisses linger too long just to be friendly. Why Dre and Nick say you act more like a couple than them.

Why you never pull away.

"Do you think you could ever....? "

Your breath is uneven, chest tight. The air is thick, heavy with something that was always there—waiting, buried under everything you thought you knew.

You meet his eyes. There's hesitation there. Fear. Hope.

And you nod.

Soft. Certain.

"Yes."

Your hand finds his beneath the water, fingers fumbling before intertwining, a silent conformation.

Closer. You're already impossibly near, but still—closer.

Your palm finds his shoulder, anchoring you as your lips finally meet. Soft then desperate. Then inevitable.

His hands tighten around your waist, pulling you up, just enough to leave the water behind. Your legs lock around him, like they always meant to.

You made for this.

Made for Chris.

For the way he kisses you until air becomes an afterthought, until you're gasping against him, until the world is nothing but you tangled limbs and ragged breaths and the way his forehead presses against yours.

You were made for each other.

In this universe. In every single one.

( i'm in the dark.) show a little loving, shine a little light on me. — Anna of the North.

a/n: i can't see, can't see it, can't see it. just feeling my way back to you.

. . .

IN ALL SERIOUSNESS this is heavily inspired by this scene from tsip and the hot tub scene from tatbilb! they're finally together ☹️ my babas...

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[prettiestmini]

CAMBOY SAM PLEEEEEAAAASSSEEEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Perfect

⋆˙⟡ A oneshot

Camboy!Sam Monroe x Camgirl!reader

Warnings: Sub!sam, overstimulation, pegging, mention of cigarettes, cum smearing, mommy kink, brief cock slapping, a bit of spanking, tiny bit of cum eating.

Dividers and such are from Pinterest! Feedback always appreciated <3 . Similar to my bot (pegging) but also my camboy Sam bot

‘ Hey Sam? Could you hand me that towel?’ You hummed, putting the rest of the lotion on your legs. Occasionally Sam would ask you to film videos with him, and today was one of those days.

Now normally he did them alone, but sometimes you’d do some things for him if he asked. Today he requested you’d do a pegging video with him, and to surprise him with whatever else you planned to do.

‘ Oh yeah, here’ he handed you the towel, watching you place it down on the bed. He just stood near the bed as you set up, walking over to the tripod to adjust the camera so it was perfectly angled toward the bed.

It hadn’t been the first time you’d pegged Sam, so out of the dildos laid out he chose a pretty girthy sized one. ‘ Hey y/n, I stretched myself already. So you don’t have to stretch me or anythin.’ He snubbed out his cigarette, walking over to kiss the back of your neck.

‘Ohh yeah okay, so just straight to it?’ You asked, giggling a bit as his kisses tickled your neck. His hands snaked around your waist, you wore a cute black lace set. His fingers messing with the hem of the panties gently. ‘ mhm, and whatever else you wanted to do.’

‘Oh okay! Lay on the bed I’ll turn the camera on okay?’ You walked over to the tripod and Sam went and settled down on the towel, he laid there against the headboard in his completely nude state. He smiled as you turned the camera on, the red light flashing.

You crawled onto the bed and straddled him, leaning down to lightly kiss him. Hand going up to cup your cheek as he sighed into the kiss, his other hand caressing your backside. Nibbling on your bottom lip and soothing it with his tongue.

Reaching down you wrapped your hand around his steadily growing cock, slowly stroking it. He softly moaned, you pulled back slightly to lay beside him so you weren’t blocking the cameras view. Kissing down his neck you continued stroking him— thumb pressing down and smearing the precum budding at the tip.

‘ Ngh.. fuck’ He breathily moaned out, fully hard now. Which was good, you could start the real activities now. You let go of his cock, he whined at the loss of touch. Before you lightly slapped it, pulling a whine from his lips.

‘ Flip over’ leaning over you grabbed the harness for the strap on, and slipped it on. Fatsening various buckles and straps, making sure the toy was secured. Pouring the cold lube over his puckering hole, smiling as he jolted from the temperature. ‘ it’s cold baby?’

‘ Mhm.. it’s cold..’ he mumbled, poking his hips out for you. Using your hands to lube up the toy nicely, you dragged it up and down the cleft off his ass. He shuddered at the feeling, head pressed into the pillow. ‘ Please mommy.. please I need it..’ he begged.

‘ Shhh.. I’m giving it to you..’ the bulbous head of the plastic dildo circled his hole, teasing him excruciatingly slow. He whined, rocking his hips back against the toy impatiently. ‘ Stop teasing- ngh..’

The head of the toy pushed in, squeezing into his tight greedy hole. The dildo went in thick inch, by thick inch. ‘ Ohhh fuck fuck fuck..’ his fingers fisted at the sheets, toes curling at the sheer girth of it.

‘ That feel good baby? Hm?’ Your hips rocked the dildo deeper into him, his hole greedily sucking it in more and more. ‘ Yes— it feels so good, mama..’ he moaned, eyes fluttering as the toy buried to the hilt.

You slowly ground your hips for a moment, letting him get adjusted to the girth of the toy. Rubbing his thigh gently, you started to rock your hips slowly. The toy dragging in and out of his clenching walls, his throbbing cock weeping against his stomach. ‘ Ngh— it’s so big.. feels full..’

‘Yeah? And how full do you feel?’ Your hips pulled back until the tip was inside, before slamming your hips back in. Jolting forward he let out a high pitched whimper ‘So— so full, please…’

‘ So impatient today huh? Just couldn’t wait for me to stuff this greedy hole could you?’ You slapped his ass, thrusting the plastic cock in and out. Oh and he was just in heaven, loudly moaning and pushing his ass back against you like a desperate whore.

Your hand slapped his ass again, making him arch into your touch. ‘ Such a slut aren’t you? All you could think about was getting this ass of yours filled to the brim.’ You went faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room up. ‘ Ngh fuck— Mmph.. mommy I can’t—‘

‘ You can’t what? Tell me, don’t tell me you can’t handle it..’ your hips rutted into his ass, pushing him down into a sharper arch— the angle making you hit that bundle of nerves dead on. ‘ ohhh fuck fuck..’ His eyes fluttered, eye makeup running and smudging against the white of the pillow case. His toes curling and a loud pathetic whine leaving his throat.

‘Mama I can’t— I can’t hold it.. let me cum please? Please please please…’ He begged, voice cracking. His hips rolled back against yours pitifully, his head turned slightly to look at your form behind him. ‘Mommy please.. I’ve been so good I need it.’

His lips were swollen and pink from all the biting he was doing to them, his eyeshadow and eyeliner running down his face. He looked so fucked out, and God was it a rewarding sight to see. ‘Shhh.. you can cum. Done so good for me today..’ you hummed, picking up the pace.

Those first three words were all he needed, he came with a cry. Eyes rolling into the back of his head as his face dropped onto the pillow. ‘ Thank you mama thank you thank you— ngh…’ Stomach tensing before thick spurts of cum released out of his aching cock, making a mess of his stomach and the bedsheets.

You smiled ‘ That’s my sweet boy.. there you go..’ eventually slowing your hips, the dildo still nestled deeply inside of him. Oh but you weren’t done just yet, oh no. He could give you one more couldn’t he?

You leaned down and reached your hand onto his stomach, smearing the cum and bringing it up to his mouth. ‘ Taste yourself baby’ His mouth opened obediently, tongue licking and sucking your fingers clean. And you smiled yet again, your hand wrapped around his spent cock. He hissed, whining at the contact.

Your hand stroked his throbbing cock, the wet sound was satisfying. His cum smeared all over your hand, thumb pressing onto the tip. ‘ A-ahh.. mommy please…’ His hips weakly thrusted into your hand, ‘ What’s the matter baby, too much for you?’

You hummed, pretending to care— fisting his oversensitive cock faster. His eyes fluttered, drool dribbling down his chin. ‘It’s too m-much mommy— please I can’t..’ he whimpered, squirming. That familiar heat was pooling in his gut, the pleasure outweighed the pain.

‘ Yes you can, you can give me one more.. good boys can give me another… You’re my sweet boy aren’t you baby?’ You grinned behind him, hand picking up the pace. ‘Mhm— yes I am.. I can do it ngh..” he whimpered out

He was so close, and it felt so good. His hands sloppily bucked into your hand, toes curling against the sheets. ‘ Mama I’m— I’m cummingg..’ His hips jerked into your hand, eyes fluttering shut.

Deeply whining, poorly thrusting into your fist, his cock twitched. His eyebrows furrowed, cock gushing thick white cum all over your hand. He weakly whined, prompting you to slowly stop.

He was out of breath, chest heaving for air. He was completely fucked out, hair disheveled— makeup smudged and runny. He just looked so pathetic and God was it satisfying. After slowly pulling the toy out, he whined. ‘Shhh..’ tossing it to the side.

Crawling over to him, caressing his face. ‘ Such a good boy f’me..” Kissing his sweaty forehead, he smiled tiredly. ‘ Love you..’ he mumbled, tucking his face in your neck. ‘ I love you more baby, you were perfect.’

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[criminalyapping]

due for trouble | the two of us

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pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: seriously this is filthy filthy smut lmfao but anyways!!!!

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, smut with a capital s (MDNI!!) unprotected p in v sex, age gap, breeding kink lol

< part 6 | part 8 coming soon!

It's hot. You think you're actually boiling alive with the way that Jack is pressing you hard into his kitchen counter.

His mouth; rough, insistent, and totally dominating is pressed tightly against yours, squandering any hope that you had about being able to kiss him back.

Every sense that you have is filled with Jack. He's all you can feel, all you can see. If something catastrophic happened outside, or even in his living room, you would be none the wiser because of how wrapped up you are in the feeling of him against you.

All at once, his hands that you swear were just tangled in your hair are tight on either side of your waist and your center of gravity is suddenly thrown off. You squeal out a sound as he liifts you up, up on to the counter where you're now seated.

Jack pulls away from you, wrenching his body backwards as if you had a magnetic field pulling him in. You lean back on your hands from your perch on the counter and watch as his eyes rake over you from top to bottom and back up. You're panting, breaths coming hard and fast out of your open mouth.

"Look at you," he ponders. "All it takes is a little kissing and you look like you can't even think."

You whimper, trying to hook your foot around his leg and pull him back in, but he stays where he is.

"What?" he teases, "Tell me what you want."

A long whine falls out of your mouth, which Jack grins at.

"Come here," you try.

He laughs and shakes his head. "You can do better than that, I know you can," he encourages.

"Fine," you sigh, "I want you to come here," you start, speaking slowly and looking in his eyes, "flip me over, and fuck me so hard that I can't remember what year I was born," you tell him.

"Fuck," Jack breathes out, and is all over you again less than a second later.

His mouth goes straight to your neck, biting down around your soft skin, hard enough that you know there'll be a mark there. His hands find their way around yoour hips as he pulls you forward to the edge of the counter. He's right there, in between your legs, as he leans forward and grinds himself into you. You can feel how hard he is in his sweatpants, and with one more filthy grind into you that he punctuates with a harsh bite to your collarbone, he does what you asked.

All at once, your feet are on the floor, his chest is pressed hard into your back, and he's kicked one of your feet out so that your legs are open.

From there, Jack wastes absolutely no time. You don't have the time to have one coherent thought before he's managed to bunch the fabric of your dress up over your waist, pull your underwear to the side, and shoved himself so hard into you that you lurch forward.

You choke out a gasp as he fills you all the way to the brim, pressing hard agaist the deepest parts of you and just staying there.

Your hands scramble across the countertop, looking for something to hold on to but finding nothing.

Before you can even get used to the stretch of him, he's moving his hips back and pulling out of you, until only the tip of him remains. He slows, and you take the change to turn your neck and look at him looming behind you.

His sweatpants and boxers are barely pushed down, but he has the bottom of hiss t-shirt lifted up and secured between his teeth, leaving his stomach and chest on display for you. He's not looking back at you; his eyes are glued to where you two meet, and you think about how he must be absolutely covered in your wetness.

Oh. Oh. You realize suddenly that you've haven't had sex with Jack since you told him you were pregnant, and that every time before that he had worn a condom. Not this time, though.

Fuck, that's hot. Jack must be coming to the same realization as he stares down at you.

He thrusts back into you hard, completely taking your mind off of it. One of his hands is braced on the edge of the counter and the other has slid up to hold your jaw, his long fingers taking up most of your cheek as he digs his fingers in just a little.

Every time before this, Jack has proven to you that he has quite the mouth, the he is not afraid to run, while fucking you. You're used to the dirtiest comments, questions, and phrases falling from his mouth as he gets lost in you. This time however, he's so completely caught up in you that he's not saying anything. It's not silent though, not when the room is filled with the most explicit, wet noises as his hips hit you, hard. Not to mention the small, punched-out moans that leave your lips with every brutal thrust.

If your conversation before hadn't convinced you that you belonged to this man, his grabby hands and pants that you can hear coming from his mouth now would have convinced you.

How you had managed to go weeks without this baffles you now.

The hand that Jack had on the counter moves between your legs and begins running fast circles over your clit. The feeling is so overwhelmnig, you squeal and try to shut your legs, to which Jack immediately kicks your foot back out and leans harder into you, now pinning you against the countertop.

"Jack, JackJackJackJackJack," you pant out as you feel yourself getting closer.

Finally, he opens his mouth to speak.

"Yeah, you missed me, huh," he teases.

"Uh huh," you agree breathily.

"How about," he suggests lowly, his hips never stopping their movement, "you come for me, squeeze me nice and tight, and I'll reward you," he pauses, taking a deep breath, "by coming so hard in you that if you weren't already pregnant, you sure would be," he offers.

You let out a pitiful moan, your forehead meeting the cool tile of his kitchen counter. New kink unlocked with just a few words from him.

You nod, not lifting your head up from the counter.

And just a few moments later, you're thrown headfirst into your orgasm, still replaying his filthy words over and over in your head.

You whine high and long as you're overwhelmed with the feeling, barely realizing that Jack is following you. He thrusts a few more times, hard and stuttering, before you feel the warmth of him exploding inside of you.

He presses in one more time, looking down at where some of your mixed releases has dripped down the back of your thigh and groans, throwing his head back like the sight of it is too much for him.

Pulling himself out, he steps even closer to you, leaning down where you're still laying on the counter and pressing kisses to the side of your face that he can reach.

"You okay?" he finally asks, speaking into your hair.

"I'm fucking fantastic," you tell him with a giggle.

"Alright," he laughs, patting you on the ass a few times as he stands back up.

You both know that there's a few more conversations that need to happen. But you feel like, for the first time, it might actually be the two of you against the world.

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[ashthesalamipiece]

HII I’m the same anon that keeps making these requests hopefully they aren’t too alike 😭 but if you don’t mind could you do Dad Katsuki x mom reader, where they have a 2 year old daughter and reader is pregnant again and they are doing a gender reveal party and it’s… another girl.. he’s just like .. “I’m doomed”

I dont mind getting the requests i love doing small little requests♡

“Doomed with Love”

The backyard was decorated in pastel blues and pinks, streamers swaying in the warm breeze while the grill sizzled under Bakugou’s watchful eye. Friends and family milled about, snapping pictures and hovering near the table of cupcakes—half blue, half pink, none safe from the two-year-old tornado known as your daughter, Kaede.

“She’s already eaten like… three,” you said, hand on your bump, watching Kaede climb under the table to swipe another.

“She’s got your sweet tooth,” Bakugou grunted, flipping a burger with a precision only a man who once fought villains for a living could manage.

You snorted. “And your stubbornness.”

He scowled, but the twitch at the corner of his mouth betrayed him.

The moment finally came—everyone gathered around, phones out, Kaede now holding your hand while you both stood in front of the giant black balloon with a big question mark on it. Bakugou joined you reluctantly, holding the pin like it might explode.

“You ready, daddy?” you teased.

“Tch. Let’s get this over with.”

Kaede clapped like she had any idea what was going on.

“One, two… three!”

Bakugou popped the balloon.

Pink confetti exploded into the air.

The crowd cheered. Your daughter squealed. You laughed with your hands over your mouth, emotional already.

Bakugou just stared, mouth half open.

“Another girl,” someone called out, laughing.

He blinked slowly. “…I’m fucking’ doomed.”

Laughter roared around you.

“Oh come on,” you nudged him. “You love it.”

He looked at Kaede, who was now twirling in the shower of pink, completely drunk on sugar and chaos. Then at you—glowing and teary and very, very pregnant.

“…Shit,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m gonna need a new fucking’ toolbox. And probably a shotgun.”

You leaned against him, giggling. “You’re gonna be wrapped around two little fingers.”

“I already am,” he grumbled, but his arm came around you anyway, tight and secure. “You’re all gonna kill me one day.”

Kaede chose that moment to run into his legs and yell, “DADA PINK!!”

“Yeah, princess,” he muttered, picking her up with a sigh. “Pink.”

She smacked a sticky cupcake into his cheek.

“…Doomed,” he repeated.

But he was smiling.

[rafedaddy01]

Love love love love your writing girl seriously

My request:

So rafe is working in his office and his babysitter comes in and locks the door behind herself ..He tells her "what are you doing"

And she starts undressing herself .. Commanding him to f her

he doesnt know why but he listens to every command And know they are fucking on the carpet infront of his desk in his office

Him her faithful servant ready to do anything she tells him to

I know you are going to crush this as alwaysss

Summary: you always wore such seductive clothing whenever babysitting for Mr. Cameron. He knew what you were trying to do, but he didn’t care. He might have thought he could hold himself back, but when the time came he showed his true colors. He was utterly obsessed with you and would do anything to have you.

Warnings: SMUT! P in V

A/N: Thank you so much 🥹 I truly appreciate your kind words and support. It means the world. I hope this story gives you exactly what you were hoping for (and maybe even more). Can’t wait for you to read it, enjoy! 💫

You didn’t think twice. Opening the door to Rafes office and walking in with your head held high. Full of confidence and ready to claim exactly what you’ve been wanting for years now.

His eyes trail over every curve of your body in your new sundress that you bought just for him. His eyes are filled with question as they meet yours. A skeptical eyebrow raising in concern.

You close the door behind you and lock it, the soft click echoing in the quiet room as your nerves begin to settle. But you push the unease aside, turning back toward Rafe and taking a step closer to his desk.

“Y/n.. what are you doing?” You don’t answer him but instead start pulling down the straps of your dress.

“I want you to fuck me, sir.” You step out of your dress, letting it pool at your feet, then round his desk with purpose in your stride.

Rafe’s throat bobs as his eyes slowly roam over your bare body.

Rafe doesn’t know why, but before his mind can catch up, his body reacts. Pulling you into him and capturing your soft lips in a kiss.

You feel his cock harden against you, your hands moving to his zipper, pulling it down with urgency. Slipping inside, you wrap your fingers around his shaft and begin to stroke, reveling in the way he groans into your mouth.

Rafes had enough, he pulls away from you and undresses completely before getting onto the ground and flipping you onto your hands and knees. “Fuck me hard rafe, I want you to give it to me hard” you moan as you arch your back for him. Rafes mind is a swirl of thoughts right now. He wants to stop, but some part in him is overpowering and telling him to obey every word that comes out of your mouth.

He positions himself at your entrance before slowly pressing forward. Your eyes flutter shut in bliss as you finally feel him filling you.

“Harder, Rafe… go harder,” you whimper, your voice breathless. He grips your hips tightly, slamming into you with relentless force.

“Oh my god,” you moan, feeling his tip reach deep inside you, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back. Your legs tremble, stomach fluttering, as the pressure builds fast and overwhelming.

You let go, the sensation buzzing through every inch of your body. The high fades quickly, and reality begins to settle in. “Stop,” you say, and Rafe halts immediately, slowly pulling out of you. You turn around, met with a confused expression on his face. His chest rising and falling rapidly, hair a sweaty mess, with damp strands clinging to his forehead.

You quickly rise to your feet and move toward your dress. Sliding into it, you turn to Rafe with a playful smile. “Thank you. Maybe next time, I’ll let you finish.”

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[sunandflame]

Lazy Circles

Warnings: soft nsfw, smut, teasing, morning, slight temperature play

Word Count: 1089

Pairing: Kuzan (Aokiji) x Reader

crossposted on AO3

The bed is warm, but his skin is warmer.

You’re sprawled across Kuzan’s chest, cheek pressed to the steady rise and fall of his breath. One of his arms is lazily draped over your back, fingers resting just beneath the hem of the sheet. His body is still, relaxed, but you know he’s awake—his other hand lifted only minutes ago to tuck a curl of hair behind your ear.

He hasn’t said a word. He rarely does in the mornings. But you can feel the quiet attention in how his thumb strokes your shoulder. The way his hips shifted just slightly when you draped your thigh over him.

Your hand rests on his stomach now, fingers drawing slow, mindless shapes in his skin. At first it’s innocent—just soft spirals and idle paths along the curve of his abs. But then you circle lower… Just a little lower.

You feel it. The faintest twitch beneath your touch. A breath caught in his throat.

You glance up, and he meets your gaze through half-lidded eyes, one brow raised in a lazy arc.

“...You startin’ trouble already, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice rough from sleep, almost a purr.

You smile—sweet, innocent—and trace another slow swirl right around his navel. He inhales, deeper this time. And you watch his jaw tighten just slightly when your fingertip sinks gently into the soft curls of his pubic hair, teasing the edge of what lies below.

“You’re awake,” you whisper.

His hand slips lower along your back. “Was sleepin’. Was.”

Another circle. Lower now. His cock stirs under your palm, twitching lazily to life beneath the weight of the blankets.

“You gonna behave,” he says with a smirk, “or you gonna keep drawin’ hearts on my stomach till I flip you over and remind you how slow I can take it?”

You lean in, lips brushing just below his collarbone, your fingers dipping deeper into his curls.

“Depends,” you murmur. “You gonna make me beg for it?”

That’s when he shifts, rolling you beneath him in one smooth, unhurried motion. His body presses down, heavy and slow, and you can already feel how hard he’s getting—hot, thick, and lazy against your thigh.

“Guess we’re not getting outta bed today,” he says, lips ghosting over your neck. “Shame.”

You grin, wrapping your arms around his neck “Shame,” you echo.

The sheets are tangled around your legs now, a lazy mess of linen and warmth. Kuzan hovers over you, dark curls tousled from sleep, eyes half-lidded and stormy with intent. There’s a quiet smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, that slow, knowing kind of smile that tells you he’s going to take his sweet time with you—and you’re going to let him.

“I like when you play with me,” he says low, his voice like gravel dragged through velvet. “But you knew how that was gonna end.”

His hands slide down your sides, steady and warm, long fingers following every dip of your waist. He leans in, his lips grazing the curve of your neck, breath cool against your skin. You shiver, and he huffs a slow chuckle against your throat.

“Sensitive today, huh?”

You hum, arching your back just slightly. “Maybe I like how cold your mouth feels in the morning.”

That makes him pause. Just a beat. Then you feel it—his tongue, cold and slick, trailing up from the hollow of your collarbone. It leaves a chill that makes your nipples tighten and your breath catch in your throat.

“Ohhh,” you sigh, “that’s not fair.”

“Course not,” he murmurs, smirking again. “You started it.”

One of his hands ghosts over your chest, thumb circling your breast until he takes it in his palm, massaging slowly. He leans down, and when his lips wrap around your nipple, the contrast is electric—cold mouth, warm hands, your back arching into his tongue as he sucks gently.

You gasp. He moans low in response, his hips grinding lazily against your thigh.

“You always get like this,” you breathe, threading your fingers into his hair. “Every time I tease you.”

His voice is rough as he lifts his head, hair falling over one eye. “You’re lucky I’m patient.”

He kisses his way down your torso, slow and thorough. He nuzzles into your belly, right where your fingers had been earlier, mouthing at your skin as you writhe softly beneath him. His stubble on his chin scrapes faintly, a little burn against the chill of his lips.

Then, without warning, he parts your thighs with firm hands, sliding down between them and tossing your leg over his shoulder.

You’re already wet. Slick. Wanting.

And when he lays his mouth against you, you cry out—because of course it’s cool and slow, his tongue working deliberate circles just like you had on his stomach minutes ago. He devours you with quiet, lazy hunger, his hands gripping your thighs when you start to squirm.

“Kuzan—” you gasp, your hips bucking up, breath coming faster. “Please—God, please—”

He hums, sending another pulse of sensation straight through you. His tongue presses deeper, colder, firmer. “Didn’t you want slow?” he teases between licks. “Might be here all morning.”

Your hands clutch the sheets, teeth sinking into your lower lip as he builds you up slow, then slower, again and again until your thighs are shaking. He doesn’t stop until you’re begging—genuinely begging—your voice hoarse, slick running down his chin as he licks you clean.

Then he’s crawling back up, kissing you breathless, his cock thick and heavy against your hip.

“Ready?” he murmurs.

You nod, dizzy and aching. “Kuzan… please…”

He slides into you in one smooth, delicious push, filling you deep and slow, like he belongs there. Your legs wrap around him, pulling him closer, and he sets a pace that’s downright sinful—lazy, deep, drawn-out thrusts that grind against every sensitive part of you.

His mouth finds yours again, his groans quiet and hot against your lips. “You’re gonna make me lose my fuckin’ mind,” he growls softly, forehead pressed to yours.

You don’t last long. Neither does he.

You come undone first, clenching tight around him, dragging a curse from his throat as he thrusts faster, chasing his own release. He spills inside you with a quiet grunt, his whole body trembling with the effort of keeping still.

You lie tangled together in the aftermath, your limbs heavy, your breath synced with his. Then, finally, he kisses your shoulder.

“…Still think we’re leavin’ this bed?” he mumbles.

You laugh, warm and hoarse. “Not a chance.”