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senshi and laios are taking the ammo from the insane people brave enough to take aim (its me i’m people i’m shooting so they can kiss NOW)

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𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓!

- How svt hip hop unit would react to you using your safeword

- cw: fluff, established relationships, humor, slight angst, quickies, rough sex, smut, breeding, degradation, safewords, +18, mdni, mingyu as his own warning

Always be safe, xo

⤑ Seungcheol

"This is good right? You're good?" Over and over again, Seungcheol had peppered you with reassurances. They bounced off the bases of his soft, pillowy lips with the same convictions as the wet kisses he was leaving on the side of your face.

You could feel how rough he was beginning to get.

"You like this, don't you?" You were swimming deep in subspace, a land of pink pillowy nothingness where your brain essentially became a tabularasa. A blank fucking slate.

Like a fucking concrete monolith was stationed between your thighs, rutting against you harder and harder the more time that seems to ebb between you.

"F-Fuck, baby you're so tight, huh? Such a tight little princess for me?" He was completely and utterly delirious. You can't crane your hand to look at him no matter how badly you wish to. Your back flat against the polished wood of his desk, and his hand around your throat keeps you there as Seuncheol traps you underneath him. He fucking loved being framed by your soft, pillowy thighs. They got tighter and weaker intermittently around him, all while he whispered the most vile words into your ear.

"Y-Yeah- Cheol- fuck-" Seungcheol watches in pained ecstacy at your blissed out state, completely catching him in the height of his own Dom space. With your tongue lolling out, Seungcheol dips down to whisper straight into your open mouth, "You're such a pretty little slut you know that-"

He was squeezing the base of your throat as he rutted into you. More and more you began to wonder if you were even a person anymore.

"Just a pretty fucking slut for me to use-"

You felt like an object.

A toy.

And despite your walls clenching around his cock your hand flew to his wrist. "Ch-Cheol-"

"You're gonna make me cum, you stupid fucking bitch-"

"Cheol-"

"F-Fuck you're such a dumb little girl-"

"CHEOL- Ohmygod-PEACH-" as if released by some evil spell, Seungcheol immediately uncuffs his iron grip from the base of your throat. He is off of yoy in five seconds, creating as much distance possible while his chest rises and falls and rises and falls. You turn slightly, eyes wide and brimming with... something. It wasn't fear, Seungcheol would hate himself if it was that.

"Baby- I-"

"Could we maybe like, ease up on the name calling. J-Just a little."

He looks fucking devastated "Fuck, I'm- genuinely so-"

"I know. Babe, it's not your fault."

"When you said Degradation I just-" he shakes his head. He wasn't about to blame you. Anything but that. "Fuck I'm sorry-"

"Hey, you're so good. So good. I'm just not into it as much as I thought I was and that was an error on my part."

"Don't fucking apologize. Thank you for telling me."

"Thank you for being a safe enough place to tell." You shrug.

Seungcheol looks around the messy room with deflated shoulders.

"Are we.. do you- I mean I could run you a bath-"

"Get inside me, I was still close,"

⤑Wonwoo

There isn't a moment that Wonwoo isn't always just a little bit overly cautious during your various sexual escapes.

Whether it was a quickie in the bathroom of a Michelin Star restaurant or a divinely long session of lovemaking under the wooden beams of the ceiling, with both your bodies submerged in a sea of blankets. So completely consumed with one another, you've already filled the entire expanse of the messy California king with all your tussling and lovemaking. Wonwoo is always careful.

Infuriatingly so.

Howevsr, there are moments like tonight, where the stars were aligned just a little differently, and your long-term boyfriend was feeling all the more frisky.

You can feel his hands everywhere the very second he stormed into your bedroom from being cooped up in study.

What you expected would be the usual, sober, safe, sex with Wonwoo quickly bled into something else when he pushed open your legs and pulled down your underwear along with your tight pink bum shorts in a single fell swoop.

"Uh -" Your body just let itself be undressed by him. All you could do was watch your boyfriend and his stoney visage as he paid special attention to undressing you. The warm glow of the overhead lights shone off his glasses as he lifted your torso up as if it was nothing, undressing you as if you were a child with underdeveloped motor skills.

"Did everything go okay at work-"

"I can't write. Jihoon wants to record tomorrow and I still haven't written my verse," Wonwoo pays extra attention to rubbing his hands on your soft supple skin. His shadow falls over you as you feel completely vulnerable underneath him, and he has yet to spare your actual eyes even a single glance.

"I'm sure every amazing rapper's had writer's block once and a whi- FUCK!" Your head shot back into the pillows as Wonwoo buried his face in between your legs, eating you out with the most fervour he'd ever radiated in a single sitting. Gone was the poised, level headed Wonwoo. He died somewhere between the pages of his coffee stained notebook.

"God- Wonwoo-" he sticks his tongue out, lapping hungrily at your cunt that only gushes for him. He hums against the tortured skin and your fingers immediate reach for his scalp.

"Fuck-" he mumbles against your cunt before lifting his head, "Can't work like this-" he says before pulling off his thick rimmed glasses and discarding it somewhere on the bed. Your eyes cross the moment his plush lips rub against your cunt and your hips lift almost automatically from the bed. His hands are encircled around your ample thighs, promising you you're not going anywhere and his mouth visibly moves as he begins to eat you out in the most literal, most vile display of eating out you'd ever witness.

One tap on your thigh let's you know you're not watching him like he wants you to. Eye contact was sacred and Wonwoo always let you know.

You gain enough energy to crane you head down to make eye contact but the second you see his mess of overgrown hair, tousled from your harsh grip, or the eager, half lidded eyes, you're completely done for. You gush all over his face, and your limbs wrack and writhe, but he keeps you locked there.

"W-Wonwoo- Fuck-i cant-"

He doesn't listen, as if trapped in his own reverie of pussy-drunk pleasure as he continues to slurp at your cunt with his mouth sucrioned onto your clit.

"Wonwoo- Baby- please-"

He's far too locked away in the essence of you, way too fargone in the softness of your cunt to begin to realize you're becoming way too overstimulated.

It's only when you're tapping furiously at the side of his head, furiously screaming, "YODA! FUCK- YODA-" that he's ungluing his puffy lips from your poor clit, breathing heavily with his eyes wide as ifhed just been set free from the shackles of a spell. You're crying. That's the first thing he noticed. The second is your quivering legs, shaking like autumn leaves in the wind. Your bottom lip is shaking too, that's what gets him scrambling beside you where he immediately envelops you in the warmth of his embrace.

"I'm sorry, Princess-" and you can tell he means it, but still you weep silently.

Your voice is quivering as you say, "You-You know I can't go again so quickly after... after..." Your chest rises and falls and rises and falls and Wonwoo immediately presses your face into his chest, to let you air out all the bad emotions onto his plain white tee.

"I thought I was doing something good for you, but I only ended up thinking about myself," he admits against your forhead, where his lips refuse to part.

"I just... needed a break from work-" he says, "I'm sorry," and you forgive him because It's him.

⤑Mingyu

"Shh," he whispers, pulling your braids across your shoulders as he makes direct eye contact with you in the mirror, "This'll be really quick, I promise."

"I dunno, bro-" you whisper back, despite your hands already gripping the marble finishes of the bathroom sink. "Your quickies are never as quick as they need to be-" you say, pushing you ass back against the bulge in his designer jeans as you lower your torso to the sink.

Mingyu smiled from the mirror, something diabolical, his hair cropped, and his skin crisp from the warm, orange glow of the bathroom. Outside, somewhere down a labyrinth of corridors, the rest of his group sat in the VIP section of the televised award show. All of them humming along to whatever group has taken the stage with the hopes that their rapper would make it out on time for their own performance.

"You just indirectly told me I last long, baby," he says, clutching his heart through his Balmain dress shirt while making heart eyes at you through the mirror.

"Hurry or you're gonna miss your-"

"Fuck you're so wet- why are you so wet?" Mingyu rubs the softness of your ass while examining the gush of arousal coating your panties. He lifts his head, "I'm going to breed you-"

"Mingyu-"

He's already pulling his pants down, quick enough to pull his dick out and shove it inside your cunt. Your lips part and your head pushes against the mirror and you're seeing absolute stars. Quickies with Mingyu always felt particularly barbaric because of how sloppy he tended to get. His tongue practically rolled out his mouth like the golden retriever he was so often described to be, while he rutted into you with some base heavy trap song pouring through the speakers.

"F-Fuck, Mingyu- please,"

What he thought was a silent plead for more, spurred Mingyu. He was an insatiable brute as he laid a hand on your back, pushing you further against the sink. When the side of your face hit the marble, your blood ran cold.

"I'm going to fucking breed you , baby." His eyes are obscured by heavily tinted designer shades and his head his thrown back in ecstasy. He was beginning to drill his cock into you and you were beginning to find there is nothing you can do about it.

"'Gyu- you can't come inside, you know that-"

"I really don't think you should be on those pills anymore, babe-"

You instinctively lift your head to try to glimpse him through the mirror because he was talking crazy. His hand lifts his shirt as he drills into you, revealing his chiseled core and a near perfect lopsided smile.

"Are you talking about my birth control?"

Instead of giving you a response: "Down-" He grunts, forcing you to bend over again as his thrusts became sloppily and sloppily, "Almost there, don'wanna miss the performance-"

"Mingyu you're not cumming inside me-"

"Fuck- why not? You're so perfect and so tight. Your body's just begging for me to fuck a baby into it-"

"PEPPERONI-" You scream immediately bullying him off of you until he's stumbling backwards and your back is pressed against the marble. You watch him shake his head, pants loose around his waist and yet he still somehow locked infuriatingly perfect.

"What the fuck- DUDE!" You can barely keep the anger from seeping out of your voice as you glare down your irresponsible boyfriend.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

"I didn't finish!" he whines while stomping on the ground with his heavy sneakers.

"Were you seriously going to finish inside me!? After I explicitly told you-"

"Shh, shh," Mingyu says, stepping towards you to even out the angry creases on your forhead. "It was just for the fantasy, babe," he whispers, "Just for the fanatsy,"

⤑ Vernon

You didn't wanna say the word. It just sorta slipped. Straddling Hansol while some Pixar film played in the back was definitely not how you expected your second sexual encounter to go. There was still so much you had to learn about one another. Your bodies were vast fields of uncharted territory, and you weren't particularly sure Vermon would like all of those parts.

"Fuck, you're so hot- he whispers against your bare chest because discarding your shirt had been the first order of business. "So beautiful-"

You had begun rutting against him, with your skirt falling over his sweatpants, and your breathing became heavier and heavier. There was no explaining the tension that bubbled as your cunt rubbed greedily against his front but you were well aware of that feeling.

"God, you feel so damn good," he whispers, "You gonna cum for me?" Hansol's voice is utterly dripping with sex and all you can do is whimper as you dig your fingers into his hair- "Hansol, I-"

"Fuck, I think you're gonna cum from humping me, baby? Thats so hot..." A pool of wetness trickled from your cunt and it stole all the strength to immediately push yourself off screaming "NEMO-" you tapped out.

"Woah-" Vernon looks confused, justifiably so as you scoot to the floor, your legs quivering underneath you as your orgasm ebbed away.

"What do you need?"

You evade eye contact as you speak. "I just... didn't wanna disgust you or anything-"

"Dude, 'disgust' is literally the last thing on my mind. What's the problem?" You're still unable to make eye contact, causing Vernon to sigh as he sits forward with his elbows on his knees, to get closer to you in height.

"Is it the movie? I never thought Pixar would end up being a cockblock-"

"I nearly squirted." You admit. "Like everywhere-"

A moment of silence swells between you two and you can feel your heart sinking with every passing second. You wish to be anywhere but here. You could already smell all the warm popcorn you would ingest out of heartbreak, all the movies you'd-

"Fuck, and you thought that would 'disgust' me?" You peer up at him in pure wonder while lust descends on his visage like a shadow. "Sit on my face right now."

[sprite-writes-fanfic]

Thomas Hewitt being obsessed with his chubby S/O 💕

Hey guys it’s me, today was a really productive day and to add to that I wrote this, I’m feeling hella good right now, I sincerely hope y’all enjoy, I’m dipping my feet back into slasherfics <3

Word count: 750

CW: 🔞SMUT!! MDNI!!🔞 Thomas Hewitt being a sweetpea, body worship, obsession over you. AFAB reader, but no pronouns are used!

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Thomas is obsessed with you, and that much is clear. From the day he met you, to the day he wedded you, and even today, he’s still obsessed; much more so now than he was before. He loved the way you looked, how soft you felt. He absolutely adored your soft chubby body, the way it felt in his hands when he held you in his arms. Soft touches from your hands when they come to rub his arms up and down to soothe him when he’s upset always elicit goosebumps every time, how you manage to touch him and calm him down within an instance.

He loves to touch you, he loves when you touch him. The feeling of your skin against his rough calloused palms, it mesmerizes him how soft you are. His favorite thing to do is approaching you from behind while you work on dishes or cooking, his hand skimming your arms, caressing your bare skin, before his hands would move to rest on your stomach, his hands gently kneading at your soft belly, feeling the doughiness in his hands, before he gently moves to gently rub at your hips, just enjoying you. Just holding you like that, you letting him have that simple comfort, it means the world to him, more than you would ever know.

His obsession transfers to your sex life. He worships every part of you, his hands gently caressing your body as you lay on your shared bed, completely bare to him. He’ll start with your breasts, his eyes glazing over the beautiful skin adorned with small stretch marks and gently feeling how soft and squishy they are. He’d gently massage and squeeze them, his thumbs moving delicately over your nipples until they pebble under his thumbs, listening to your soft breathy moans as he gently toys with your sensitive buds.

He would then move down, his eyes meeting yours as he would feel your pudgy stomach, his hands ever so gently caressing the soft skin, tracing your beautiful stretch marks, before he would lean down and leave soft kisses along them, showing his love and appreciation for each and everyone of them. Every stretch mark your body adorns he shows his love too with his kisses, his lips are chapped until they moisten with each sloppy kiss he leaves behind.

He then moves to your plush thighs, gently squeezing them and pressing his face against, closing his eyes as his lashes tickle your skin. Oh how he adores these beautiful thighs, he loves when they wrap around his head and squeezes it whenever he goes down on you. He always starts with your inner thighs, leaving gentle delicate kisses, occasionally nipping your skin to earn a soft gasp from you. Marking was never his thing, but something about your thighs makes him want to decorate him with his little love marks. He trails from your inner thighs to your pretty pussy, gently licking flat upon it, sucking your clit, doing everything to make you cum on his tongue within minutes.

Then the next moment, he has your legs thrown over his shoulder as he gently takes you. His thick cock slowly pressing in and stretching you out in a way you remember. The stretch burns but in a way you adore, pleasure coursing through you as he slowly thrusts his hips into yours, never daring to go any faster or harder unless you ask rather nicely. His pace is usually a sweet, slow and sensual lovemaking, he knows how big he is, he wouldn’t ever want to hurt you, ever, so he takes his time, working you up and helping you reach your peak and riding through your blissful orgasm. His pace speeds up only a fraction as he would chase his own high before spilling his seed deep inside you, a low groan leaving him as his own lips, eyes fluttering, his head tilted back as he pants out.

After your little lovemaking session, he particularly likes to cockwarm inside you. He enjoys your warmth and the feeling of being as close as possible, spooning you in his arms as you kiss him softly across his face and caress his worn out body, a soft groan emitting from his lips as he relaxes under your touch. God, did he feel truly blessed, and he thanks whatever god is out there to give him his precious darling that he can forever hold, love and cherish til the day he dies.

[werecreature-addicted]

Ok but being in poly relationship with 2-3 werewolves and essentially being a little pack. They are all so insanely overprotective and don't let anyone even glance in your direction, it's scary dog privilege to the max. And since your bed just isn't big enough to accommodate these three massive men you often end up sleeping in a cuddle pile and it's even better if they're transformed and they keep you all warm and cozy.

And it's already difficult to take one werewolf cock but they will spend entire night if it takes getting you wet and loose enough to take them all (three holes for a reason and all that) And all of them will nip and bite and rub their scents on you. And sure sometimes they can get little snappy with each other, particularly when it's close to rut, but they love you and they love each other and you couldn't be more happier and more satisfied

This isn't the typical werewolf fantasy but oh my god If I had 3 werewolf boyfriends I could move furniture so easily. That's what sells this fantasy for me. I could move my bookcases effortlessly. Anyways, sex or whatever.

The "Alpha" of the pack always gets to take you first, your pussy at least. The other two can take his sloppy seconds. All three of them snap at each other and growl as they each try to fit their heads between your legs to eat your pussy. Your poor clit gets licked raw by their rough tounges.

It takes a lot of prep to take them all at the same time. All of them are so big, and none of them know the meaning of gentle lovemaking. you've never felt as full as you feel with three werewolf knots in you.

You're really just a toy for them to use, you can hardly move when you're pinned between all three of them, so many hands grabbing at your hips and your breasts, and at the back of your head, pushing you to where they need you to be. Shoving your head down into their crotch making you gag a little on their cock while the other two move your hips for you.

They all take good care of you once they pull out, a warm washcloth to clean you up, lots of snacks, and water for you. Lots of cuddles, of course, and lots of praise from your boys about how good you did.

[her-favorite]

♡ madison beer ♡

moving your hips back, you watch the way your strap slowly pulls out of madison’s over-sensitive pussy. the sight made heat rush through your body, though you already had something else in mind. besides, you’ve teased the poor girl enough for the night.

a whine leaves madison’s lips as you pull your hips back from her. “shh, i know, i know.” you coo softly, rubbing her thigh gently as you finally remove the silicone from inside her. biting your bottom lip, you shudder slightly as you subconsciously clench around the double sided strap that was still sitting inside you. it was invasive as your pussy grew sensitive, but you had something else in mind before you decide to take it out.

sitting back on your knees, you tap madison’s thigh to grab her attention. she whimpers quietly in response, fluttering her eyes open to look up at you. she was tired, it was obvious.. but you had something else in mind for her, before she can doze off.

“want you on the floor, baby. on your knees.” you hum, watching her. madison instinctively tenses her thighs at your commands, pushing her body to sit upright. you coo as you help, stabilizing her with a gentle hand to her back. madison moves off of the bed, on to shaky legs. the sight made your lips curl up, the consequences of your harsh thrusts obvious.

madison kneels down, brown, soft eyes gazing up at you from her position. she looked so beautiful like this, the aftermath of your heavy lovemaking, baby hairs stuck to her forehead and a light flush to her cheeks. she kneeled between your spread legs as you sit at the edge of her bed, the strap that you were still wearing standing straight in front of her.

“lick it clean, sweetheart.” you tell her, your hand resting in her hair softly. madison’s cum was in a ring around the base of the toy, her arousal still present on the fake dick. you encourage her as she leans forward, locking eyes with you as she sticks her tongue out, licking a stripe along the bottom of the dildo. your hand tucks a strand of her silky hair behind her ear, giving you a better view.

“there you go.. such a good girl - always listening to me.” you praise, smiling as you notice the way madison’s cheeks heat up a little. her hands stay perched on your thighs, acrylics pressing into your skin as she wraps her plump lips around the strap, slowly sinking down on it. her eyebrows scrunch slightly, raising as she whines around the silicone. your hand rests on the back of her head, a shaky exhale leaving you as her actions move the dildo inside you as well, your pussy more than sensitive by now.

pushing her down, madison gags at the gesture. the sound makes you chuckle quietly, your fingers curling in her hair as you start to move her head instead of letting her have even the slightest bit of control. her nails dig into your plush skin, inhaling through her nose as she lathers her tongue around. hollowing her cheeks, she looks up at you with doe eyes.

deciding to give her a short break, you pull her off of the silicone. madison coughs as she tries to regulate her breathing again. you smile as you watch her before unclipping the strap and slowly pulling your side out of you, not without a wince. turning it, you tug on madison’s hair to make her look up at you. she whimpers, but locks eyes with you. your release was still on the toy, heat rushing down your body as you notice the way madison’s eyes light up once she realizes your intentions.

“lick it clean.”

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need to hear ur thoughts on

arts reaction when u whine "daddy" for him while tashi punishes you

Vs

Tashis reaction when u whimper "mommy" for her while art stretches you with his cock

sniffles because arts cock would definitely twitch and his mouth would go dry but he's not coming to your aid 😔 he might throw in a placating "tashi..." but the second she slices her eyes at him, or raises a brow, he backs down. "sorry, baby. you can take it, just for a little longer."

"she'll take it as long as I want her to."

"..."

"oh dont give me that look. Its your fault she's a fucking brar, you know? maybe her punishment should be not getting to sit on your dick for a week."

"mommy, no!!! im sorry - I won't ask daddy for help anymore. I'll be good!"

you dont see arts sigh of relief. tashi does and she has to stop her eyes from rolling. that would be a punishment for art as much as it would be for you, maybe even more so on him. seeing you whine and cry in distress always made him antsy. that need to fix everything, to offer himself to you, to care for you ingrained into his very being. she couldn't handle it when it was all directed at her, having it split in half makes his love much more breathable for tashi. you're much more accepting of it than she is. that doesn't mean you get to turn to him in times like this, though.

"that's what I thought."

the reverse is very different. you usually cry out tashi's name, it's because you're overwhelmed and she anchors you. arts lovemaking gets so intense sometimes - much rougher than his usual tender, slow strokes inside - when he's worked up, angry about something or stressed out or worked too thin, it can get rough. hips crashing into yours enough to jolt you up the bed and its not bad, just the opposite, its so fucking good it takes you out of your own body. you feel like a toy under him, a fleshlight for him to pound into - and when you cry out for tashi its because you need her rare tenderness as much as you need arts rare aggression.

the plea leaves your lips and your eyes are too filled with tears slipping down your cheeks to really see her but you feel her, feel the bed dip and feel her soft slender hand on your cheek. rubbing the salt of the tears off your skin, petting through your hair, damp with sweat. you lean into it, into her.

"pretty girl." her voice can be so soft like this. "is daddy being mean to you today? hm?"

you nod dumbly, even as you gasp when one of arts thrusts has you keening. he's a powerhouse above you, face intense and focused and slack jawed all at the same time, lips parted as he uses your body, dragging you up and down on his cock. makes no comment about you and tashi's conversation, too turned on, too in the moment for speech.

tashi's fingers smooth along down your stomach, into the little notch of space between arts body moving above yours until she reaches your clit.

"do you want me to make him stop?"

art does groan then, and its almost a plea. sounding anguished.

you shake your head. tashi smiles.

[ashen-char]

night goes quiet 🔞

ship: amber freeman (scream) x g!p reader, solo amber freeman

warnings: masturbation, mentions of bleeding

summary: alone, amber touches herself after you came inside her

notes: enjoy a simpler one while i work on requests for yall. i wanted to test shorter stuff, as well as past tense. tell me if you enjoy this too!

Amber lay on her bed, alone in her room. She didn't feel like going on her phone for once, so she had to find another way to entertain herself without you. Her fingers traced over her body, idly touching herself. Her parents are out and she's all alone in her big house so the only sound was her own soft moans. The memory of your touch lingered, your scent still clinging to her skin, a reminder of the passion they'd shared.

Her heart ached at your absence. You unfortunately had to leave for work, but promised to call later. She slid on your t-shirt, content to breathe you in. But now, Amber needed release. The way you had filled her, the way you always take her to new heights, had left her desperate for more.

She spread her legs, her fingers slipping between her folds, coated in the evidence of their lovemaking. The way your seed dripped out of her, the sensation of you still inside her sent a thrill through her body. Your cum made her feel even more obsessed with you, if that was possible. Made her so fucking wet.

Amber moaned, teasing her clit, her hips rocking in a slow rhythm. She closed her eyes, envisioning your face, your voice, the way you had claimed her. The memory sent a shudder through her body, made her fingers move faster. She circled it, again and again, the wetness making filthy noises in her room. Her breath hitches when she rubs a particularly sensitive part. Blood was rushing down, making it peek out from under the hood.

Pulling your shirt up, she sniffed hard. Your sweat, the fragrance you sprayed on, your shampoo. It turned her on all the more. Amber grinned. Her breathing got heavy, her legs instinctively spreading wider.

She bit her lip, the friction between her fingers and her swollen clit sending waves of pleasure through her. Amber's body ached for you, for the way you could make her feel. She doesn't put anything inside her. At most, Amber dragged some of your cum down and rubbed around her hole. She only liked it when you were inside her. Her fingers, her toys, they weren't good enough anymore. God, she wished you were there with her, pleasuring her until she begged for mercy. Fucking her.

Amber moved and rubbed faster, her hips rocking in time, her moans growing louder. She could feel the pleasure building, the familiar tightness in her core, her nipples hardening. Amber's body trembled, the memory of you helping her get to that peak. That delicious, legs trembling peak.

"Y/N," she whined, voice thick with need. She was murmuring to no one but she didn't care. Felt too good. Amber bit down on her pillow. "I want you. I need you." Her eyes were clenched shut, desperately imagining how you tease her. How you'd wrench the pleasure out of her. What it felt like when you reached that peak, all over her, inside her, in her mouth. The hot ropes of your cum coating her. Made her go crazy.

Her fingers moved in a frenzy, her body arching, her climax building. Instead of the tight circles around her clit, she rubbed directly now. Hips jerking up, until she's basically grinding against her own hand. Oh my God, she could feel it. To Amber, pleasure was always overwhelming, something that took hold of her entire being. Shook her body. She knew you loved watching her cum so she stopped holding back.

"...Fuck!" Her head rose from the pillow with a jerk. It was getting hard for Amber to breathe but she didn't care. She needed more. More, damnit.

If you were here right now, she'd bite your neck, scratch your back. She'd nip all around your collarbones, sucking hard to leave marks all over you. Amber loved giving you hickeys. Proved you were hers. She fucking always wanted to make you bleed.

Amber's back arched, a scream squeezing out of her, her body convulsing. "Y/N!" she called your name like a prayer as she cums, her orgasm washed over her in tidal waves of bliss, fingers slick with her own wetness. She panted, her body still trembling, her thoughts filled with the lover who always left her aching for more. Amber collapsed onto her bed, her body spent, sated.

[fatkish]

Would you be interested in doing some HCs for a mortem omega joining up with the league of villains? The league would probably be happy to encourage the more unsavory/violent tendencies in a mortem. Plus, mortem would be able to get a good rotation set up to help with heats. Dabi has a weak constitution, I'd be worried about him. On the other hand, Spinner may be packing double trouble thanks to gecko anatomy, so awkward lizard baby could be an unexpected favorite.

A/B/O League of Villains x Mortem Omega Reader

In this, the reader is a Mortem Omega who has a healing quirk. The following is about the reader and their interactions with the members and what they think of the reader and basic life within the league.

Dabi:

I’d headcannon that he’s an Apex alpha like his dad (something he both loves and hates about himself)

He smells like ash and wintergreen

He was amazed at the reader’s healing abilities as well as their ferocity. They can rip ‘em apart as well as they can heal ‘em

The reader heals his scars constantly but he just gets them right back

He encourages the reader to kill those who threaten the pack

He absolutely loves seeing the omega kill people

Your very protective and loyal to your pack

He’s rough and mean during his ruts. He loves to bite and smack the reader in their most sensitive areas. He’s almost sadistic in the way he’s rough

He a pretty decent mate, he’s very possessive during his ruts and marks the reader up

He loves making the reader cry and scream as he rips orgasm after orgasm out of them during their heat, he’s definitely someone to edge the poor omega

Tomura:

He’s an Apex Alpha but comes off as normal alpha due to his childish personality and behavior

He has a chalky petrichor scent mixed with a slight hint of pine

The reader tends to treat him almost like a pup in the sense that they’ll nuzzle him, cuddle him and try to nourish him by making him drink their milk (Mortems can produce milk if they’re with a pup. Their bodies will produce milk even if the pup isn’t their own, as long as the Mortem believes a pup is theirs, they’ll produce and try to feed them)

He considers the reader as his player 2 and is also very possessive of them

Tomura loves the omega’s attention and doesn’t mind that the reader babies him, he’ll still fuck them during his rut

Is rough and passionate in the sense that he’s more focused on his own pleasure that the reader’s

When the reader is in heat, he’ll fuck them and make them cum on his dick as he feasts on the readers milk and makes a mess of them

Mr. Compress:

I’d headcannon that he’s an alpha

He smells like charcoal and wine

He was originally afraid of the reader unlike the others. After the reader got used to him, he lost his sense of fear

He’s the most calm during his ruts, he’s more romantic and passionate and prefers lovemaking than just sex

Is very observant and focused on the reader’s pleasure during his ruts

During the reader’s heat, he’s the most focused on the reader’s pleasure and will happily use toys on them. He’ll use his quirk and shove as many marbles up into the reader as possible and makes them count each. After he’s fit as many as possible in them, he’ll make them push them out

Some marbles will get stuck so he’ll dig them out with his skilled fingers and tongue which drives the reader mad with pleasure and overstimulation

Kurogiri:

Most likely an alpha but could also be a beta

He smells like evergreen and ocean breeze

He’s sadly the most boring of the group since he doesn’t indulge in his rut (he’s a Nomu and he doesn’t really have to but can if he wants to)

He’s gone most of the time and acts more as a patriarch alpha (old alphas in a pack who lead but don’t have sex with the omegas)

Spinner:

I’d strongly headcannon him as a beta since he doesn’t really have a drive and is more of a go with the flow kind of guy

He definitely doesn’t realize that he kind of holds the group together as he’s the most chill and has the least powerful scent

He smells like musk and sage

He rarely participates in sex, as he does it the least out of the other males

He does have two dicks that the reader loves riding. Part of the reason why he doesn’t do it often is because twice the dicks, come with twice the sensations. He can be very sensitive mostly acts as a fill in for the reader’s heats

Twice:

Surprise, or not, he’s definitely an alpha, but I also think that one of his personalities is an omega or has an omega mindset

He smells like sweet orange and mint (his scents are contrasting like orange juice and toothpaste which most find gross but to reader it’s like a refreshing drink)

He’s actually the sweetest and most passionate of the males. He loves making the reader cum and also feeds on the reader’s milk

He’s pretty energetic and has some stamina so he’s actually one of the best at helping the reader through their heat

He’s so happy that he finally has an omega to call his own

He’s not as possessive so he’s open to sharing the reader during his ruts

Toga:

An Omega. Now hear me out. She wants someone to love her the way she is. Most people reject her based on her scent and it acts as a repellent for most people

She smells like sugar and blood

The reader originally found her and decided to follow her. That’s how the reader met the league, they wanted to protect Toga so they followed her to the hideout

Toga and the reader mostly sleep and snuggle during their shared heats.

They have a shared nest that’s just for the two of them

She loves how the reader isn’t afraid to get hurt and will happily share their blood with her

Loves tag team fighting and they work well together

Magne:

An Omega. Most people think she’s a beta since she’s built and has a more beta like scent but don’t be fooled, she’s a true Omega

She smells like cinnamon and spruce

The reader nests with her and Toga

The reader tried to Kill Overhaul for killing what they deemed as one of their omegas

Already has her own alpha so she leaves during the reader’s heat

[animeficsworld]

Breed You

Warning: SMUT

Summary: Genos with breeding kink.

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Your body was hot, the whole room smelled like sex and sweat. The only sounds in the room were your moans and occasionally Genos also made sounds.

After Dr Kuseno finally finished to create a realistic penis for Genos, to your cyborg boyfriend's request, so you could make this huge step in your relationship, and since Genos arrived back to your place with his brand new toy, you had been at it. 

From deep, sensual lovemaking, to behaving like heated dogs, you have been through it. And that is how you realized that Genos had many kinks.

He loved to be praised, and when you told him what to do, he loved to watch you take control and since his penis was as realistic as possible with feel sensors built-in so he would feel just as good as you are. 

But one thing you were yet to discover. 

And as he was on top of you, slamming into you at a high speed with his coordinated movements. 

He didn't talk but his eyes made up for it. He looked determined to drive you to another high. 

"Genos." his name left your mouth for the thousandth time that day. But this time you sounded a bit tired. Genos' sensitive ears easily picked up on it.

"Just a little bit more." he said. Since he never felt such pleasure before, he didn't want to stop, but one thing was also in his mind, to mark you. To make you his, to fill you up. 

He wasn't even sure if he would be able to cum. He knew an orgasm was a thing, but he wasn't even sure if he would be able to cum like a real man, but he didn't care. He was determined. 

And so as he reached his high, he completely stopped moving, he felt you clench around him, you threw your head back as you came along with him. 

"Mine." was all you heard him mutter. And that is when you realized. It explained why he prefered to keep you so close and how easily he could get jealous. 

He wanted you to be only his. 

"I love you, Genos." you said as the tired cyborg's heavy body fell onto yours, with him still being in you, you felt something drip out. You knew it couldn't be his semen, so you assumed Dr Kuseno must have added that detail as well. 

"I love you too, you are mine." 

You felt him slip out and off you, he pulled you close and pulled a blanket over your naked bodies.

"I'm yours." you told him because you knew he needed to hear it, so as you hugged him closer to you, it reassured him, you were his and he was yours. 

[lacy-oh-lacy]

✧ Wanda Maximoff ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

NSFW alphabet

CW: Fem!Reader, Switch!Wanda, masturbation, cunnilingus, overstimulation, vibrators

Aftercare

Wanda’s a nurturer at heart, so of course she’s great at aftercare. She's not much of a talker beyond making sure you're alright or volunteering to get you anything but she's very physically affectionate, stroking your hair or cuddling up to you while you drink the water she always has waiting.

Body part

On you: Wanda doesn't really have a favorite part of you, every part is perfect in her eyes.

On herself: She doesn't have a favorite part of herself either but for kind of the opposite reason. However any part of herself that you seem to like and show special attention to, she can't help growing a fondness for.

Cum

Wanda's almost embarrassed by how wet she gets. Nothing makes her quite so red as you coming out from between her legs, drenched in her slick. She never waits too long after you’re finished to clean up.

Dirty secret

She's pretty innocent honestly. She does have a dirtier, kinkier side but she hasn't even discovered that herself yet so it's hardly a secret.

Experience

Little to none. She's had a hard life that hasn't left her a lot of time to get close to people, and even once she's with you she takes things slowly.

Favorite position

She doesn't care how “basic” it is, she’ll defend missionary with her life. Anything that has you face to face works just as well for her though.

Goofy

Wanda has a subtle and easy sense of humor, so a few quips are to be expected. She's not usually downright silly or dead serious but she can be from time to time.

Hair

Realistically she's never had the luxury to care about body hair so she doesn't mind having a bush, but she does like getting dolled up when she gets the chance and that includes a shave.

Intimacy

Wanda is such a sensitive and romantic person, to her most of the appeal of sex is the intimacy. Even the rare times she's horny out-of-her-mind or you experiment with anger sex it always turns into lovemaking by the end.

Jack off

Wanda’s never lived comfortably enough to get into the habit. The only time she tried was in the brief period when you weren't dating but she had a massive crush on you.

Kinks

She's vanilla but she has fantasized about spicing up your sex life. She's not into anything that would distract from the intimacy of the moment but she likes the idea of a soft!dom/sub dynamic.

Location

Mostly just the bedroom, she's also a big fan of the bathtub. If she was jealous or if you were deliberately turning her on in public, that might also make her dominant enough to drag you off for a semi-public hook up.

Motivation

Considering her lack of experience it doesn't take much to turn her on, but if you want to go above and beyond, something romantic and sensual like a massage or a nice bath really does the trick.

No

With all the trauma she has, there's a lot of kinks that would only bring back bad memories; pain-play, being restricted, degradation and crying are all instant turn-offs.

Oral

Cunnilingus is practically her love language. She never feels quite so cared for as when you're between her legs, and she puts her all into making you feel the same way when she's between yours.

Pace

She likes to take her time, sex isn’t just about ‘getting off’ for Wanda, it's about expressing love.

Quickie

Again, she prefers to take her time but she's not opposed to quickies. When she is especially silly and giggly during sex it's usually during one.

Risk

She probably won't suggest something risky, but if you do she’ll consider it. She doesn't like taking stupid risks but she is always up for a challenge, especially one dealt by you.

Stamina

Pretty high. She's stronger than she looks, and she can cum a lot before she gets too sensitive, even once she does, a bit of overstimulation is honestly a turn-on for her.

Toys

She'd like to try them. She has this one fantasy of leaving a vibrator inside of you and seeing how long you can last while she talks you through it, stroking your hair or playing with your tits all the while.

Unfair

She's the opposite of a tease, she wants to lavish you in pleasure. She's such a whiner if she's the one being teased but she does her best to take it, she wants to be good for you.

Volume

She doesn't know how to control her volume, she's a moaner, a whimperer, a beggar, a praiser. Your favorite is her little curses in Sokovian.

Wildcard

This could also fall under “Toys” and “dirty secret”, because Wanda’s powers count as a toy in their own right and she's had many dirty thoughts about using them as such. She wouldn't act on it, she has too much self-loathing tied up with her powers to, but it's such a temptation.

X-ray

She has a few nice sets of lingerie but most of her stuff is pretty plain. Not that it matters, she's breathtaking in anything.

Yearning

She has an average sex drive, and decent control over her libido but if you're deliberately trying to turn her on she’s putty in your hands.

Zzz

Sleep doesn't come easy to Wanda. Her mind gets away from her and she tends to stay up late overthinking. She's happy for you to fall asleep though, because then she can hold you in her arms and at least her thoughts will go in a happier direction.

[avocado-writing]

Not a request but just imagine DP & Logan taking such good care of you on your birthday.

Literal Princess/Prince/Royal treatment.

God and don’t even get me started on how good they’d be to you in the bedroom. Logan and Wade always make sure to treat you good but just imagine how much more special they’d try to make it.

You wanna be Eiffel towered? Absolutely it’s your birthday

You want them both in one hole? Deal. Logans already rock hard and Wade’s grabbing the lube.

You just wanna watch them fuck? Wade’s never been more in love with you.

minors dni

”can I watch you two fuck? please?”

you say the question with doe eyes and twisting hands, like you’re asking to stay out late rather watch your boyfriends go to town on each other. Logan chokes on his mouthful of beer at the unexpected request. Wade lights up.

“pookie, I love you. marry me,” he says, deadpan earnest. you giggle as he pulls you in for a kiss. Logan harrumphs but doesn’t seem too sour about it, it’s been a nice celebration of your birthday after all; taking you to all your favourite places, watching you light up at the fancy café they treated you to lunch at, spoiling you rotten in every shop you wandered into.

so maybe this is just the icing on the cake for you. who are they to deny you every single little thing you want? you’re worth indulging after all, and they both love you. (they love each other too, but those confessions are left for hazy post-coital cuddles which slip into sleep).

“fine,” Logan sighs, as if it’s some great feat, as if he hasn’t been inside Wade a dozen times already. you squeak and clap with joy before sprinting into the bedroom.

“cmon, old guy. keep up,” Wade says with a wink and a slap to Logan’s ass. he growls a warning… but follows anyway.

you set yourself up in the chair in the corner of the room, grabbing one of the bottles of lube the three of you have stored around the place and throwing it to Wade. he likes to make a show of stripping for you, you whoop when he takes his shirt off and swings it around. Logan is more utilitarian about it, tugging his flannel over his head and his jeans off his legs, pushing Wade down into the mattress the first chance he gets. Wade yelps and you gasp in anticipation, hand crawling lower on your body.

”oh, buy a girl dinner first…” Wade hums, Logan silences him with a ferocious kiss. the kind which has their teeth colliding. out the corner of his eye he’s aware of you shucking off your shorts, dipping your fingers in your underwear to start touching yourself. Logan ruts his hips against Wade’s, grinning against his lips at how into this he’s getting.

“Mouth, you talk a big game for someone who gets this hard just from being kissed.”

“you think that’ll work on me? I like being bullied, it makes me cum. get back down here.”

Wade tugs him by his blowjob tufts and kisses him longer, before letting his hand reach down to cradle Logan’s cock.

“slow down, Red. we gotta put on a show, remember?”

they turn to where you watch mesmerised, bucking up into your own hand, mouth soft and agape at the sight before you. you grin.

“I like being in the director’s chair. Wade, can you get on top?” you breathe, pleading. you both look to Logan for his confirmation, and he nods. fuck it, why not. it’s your birthday after all.

“as you wish,” Wade says in a perfect mimicry of Princess Bride, and flips Logan back-down into the mattress.

they go slow for you, and you eke out your orgasms to their lovemaking. Wade bends Logan over and eats him out as you instruct him what to do with his tongue. Logan uses your favourite toy to stretch Wade open. when they fuck their eyes are half glued to each other, half wandering to you sweaty and writhing on that damn chair. once they start properly, it doesn’t take long for them to both finish, making a mess on the bed. you come around your fingers and whine in pleasure.

Logan waits for you to relax before picking you up off the chair. you squeak.

“Lo—!”

“what, you think you’re not gettin’ a turn?”

he places you into Wade’s willing arms, and you feel they’re both beginning to get hard again. ah, the inevitable exhaustion which comes from dating two mutants.

“happy birthday, baby…”

“boys…”

it’s the last word you’re able to say for a while.

[rollingsins]

trust me

summary: Reader learns a new spell and decides to test it on Wednesday.  Specifically: Wednesday's strap-on.

pairing: wednesday x witch!reader

warnings: (+18), smut, magic!strap, strap-sucking, strap riding.

word count: 1.8k

a/n: for those who requested more Wednesday. let me know your thoughts and what you want to see next!

“Baby,” You murmur, against Wednesday’s lips, “Stop for a sec. I want to try something.” 

Wednesday pulls back slightly. Her face is framed by her pretty, dark bangs. Usually, they’re perfect. Not a hair out of place. But right now? They’re wild. Strands a mess, jutted slightly to the side and sticking to her forehead. Sweat keeping them in place. 

You’re on your back, Wednesday nestled between your legs. Silicone appendage around her waist, she’s pressed deep inside you. 

The thought hadn’t occurred to you until just now. 

But now it’s all you can think about. 

Wednesday raises herself with her elbows and stops her slow assault of your neck, an eyebrow quirked. 

“Try what?” She asks, only a hint of hesitance in her voice. 

You did this often. 

Bedroom ideas sprung only upon Wednesday in the heat of the moment. You didn’t do it intentionally, but she never seemed to mind that much. 

Last week it had been whipped cream. The week before it’d been a pair of fluffy, pink handcuffs. 

Your girlfriend is a little kinky, though that shouldn’t surprise you by now. 

“I learned something today in class,” You say, a little excited, “Something that I think will make you feel really good.” 

“You learned something about coitus in class?” Wednesday says, sounding concerned. 

You shake your head. 

“Please don’t call our lovemaking ‘coitus’,” You say, wrinkling your nose. Wednesday’s nose also wrinkles, but perhaps from the opposite word, “But you’re going to like this, babe. I promise.” 

You bite your lip. She’s looking at you, a little reluctant. 

You lean up and press a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“Do you trust me?” 

Wednesday appraises you. Infamously, she doesn’t trust easily. It had been an ordeal to even kiss her for the first time, let alone do this with you. 

But as time had gone on and you’d slowly chipped away at the black coal around her heart, she’d learned to trust you more than anyone else. 

Her eyes soften. 

“Of course,” She says. 

You shoot her a wry smile, and then squeeze her hips. 

“Lay back.” 

Wednesday frowns, but obliges. She pulls out of you, carefully, looking a little aggrieved at the very fact she has to. And then she settles herself on her back, watching as you grip the dildo with your hand. 

You close your eyes. Think hard to summon the words. They’re latin, as most of the spells at Nevermore are. You mumble them quietly, trying to be careful with your pronunciation. 

The last thing you want to do is say the wrong word and turn Wednesday into a table lamp, or something much worse. 

You open your eyes, just in time to release your grip on the dildo. 

It illuminates with light, then, it fades, turning back to its original shade - a deep, royal purple. The only color other than black Wednesday had agreed to buying. 

Wednesday blinks, looking startled. 

“What was that?” She asks. 

You bite your lip. 

“A little spell I learned in class. To make inanimate objects feel.” 

Wednesday’s no fool. She looks up at you owlishly, tilting her head slightly. Her lips purse, but the concern in her eyes melts into a longing arousal. 

She clocks it as you lick your lips, looking down hungrily to appreciate your new toy. She swallows, body tensed as you reach out and touch her, like she’s ready for what’s about to come. 

Still, the moment your fingers brush the head of the shaft, she gasps. 

“I don’t think Principal Weems’ intention was for you to use her lessons in this fashion.” Wednesday says, trying - and failing to sound logical. Her eyes are dark, her red lips firmly clenched between her teeth. 

You grip a little harder and watch as her eyes jerk closed. 

“Does that feel good?” You ask. You stroke down, gently, arousal flooding through you at the look on her face. Her eyebrows are drawn, her mouth open. You know she can feel everything. Every touch of your fingertips. Every slight stroke. 

As if the dildo is now a part of her. 

“Yes.” She pants. She sits up on her elbows, all faux concern gone, now firmly off her high horse, “Don’t stop.” 

You lean down and press a kiss to her hip. 

“You know what’ll feel even better?” You ask, voice coy, but you don’t give her time to respond. 

And then you dip down and take the head of the dildo into your mouth. 

She draws a sharp breath, head tilting back onto the pillow. 

You taste your own arousal, tinged with a little of that sharp silicone taste. 

Usually, this isn’t something the two of you did. Blowing silicone seemed pointless, most of the time. But now? With Wednesday writhing and moaning under your mouth, maybe it’s something you’ll do more often. 

You suck gently, rubbing your hands along the inside of her thighs. 

She groans, as a fresh trickle of wetness elicits from between her thighs, coating your fingers. You suck down a little harder, wanting more. You miss her taste, and quickly release the dildo with a gentle pop, leaning down to clean up the mess of her thighs, mouth watering at her salty wetness. 

She makes a noise of disapproval. 

“Be patient,” You chide, nipping her inner thigh with your teeth, “Enid won’t be back for hours, I’m going to play with you all afternoon.” 

Wednesday moans as you press a kiss to the base of the dildo, where it meets the straps, and then trail your tongue up to take her once more into your mouth. 

You suck a little more forcefully, now, wanting to hear the sweet harmony of moans and sighs and gasps only going down on her elicited. 

She doesn’t disappoint. Her hips press up, trying to feel as much of the wet heat your mouth provides as possible. Her hands use your hair like reins, like she’s a jockey trying to ride you as fast as she can. 

The noises she makes are glorious. Breathy moans, short, quiet gasps. 

And then a low groan when you pull your mouth away, sliding up her body to meet her lips. 

“Darling,” She says, sounding much more composed than she looks. Eyes wild, hair messy. Her lips, stained deep red with your lipstick, “Please don’t stop.” 

You smile and kiss her. 

Affectionate names aren’t her forte. In fact, the only time you get a ‘sweetheart’ or ‘darling’ or ‘baby’ is when she’s like this. Naked, wet, begging for more. 

“This is going to feel much better,” You say as you climb atop her body, positioning the head of her cock at your entrance, “I promise.” 

Her hands find your hips. 

You’re wet, comically so, and so the dildo slides in with ease. Your belly coils. The stretch of her filling you up feels insanely good. 

But the way Wednesday gasps out feels better. 

Her eyebrows knit, her grip on your hips tightens. She pants as you take her to the hilt, as deep as you can take her. She lets out a shaky breath as you lean down and press your lips to her jaw. 

“You’re not going to cum in thirty seconds are you?” You tease. 

She looks up, eyes locked in furious concentration, “Be quiet,” She orders, but there’s no edge to her voice. It’s strangled, although if she doesn’t use every braincell in her body to focus, she’ll do exactly that. 

You ignore her, and rise up, slamming back down against her hips. The movement sends shockwaves through your body. 

Wednesday curses, a fresh bead of sweat forming at her forehead. She sinks back into the mattress, gasping slightly as you gyrate your hips against hers. 

“It’s a dildo, baby, not a real cock,” You tease, slamming down into her once more, “You can cum if you want, it won’t get soft. I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop.” 

Wednesday closes her eyes, her grip on your hips lessening. You lean down and press your lips to her neck, licking and biting and enjoying the salt of her skin as you fuck yourself down onto her. 

You’re going too fast now, you realize all at once. In your effort to make Wednesday cum in under a minute you’d forgotten exactly how good this feels for you. This time, it’s you who moans out as the tip of the dildo brushes your g-spot. 

Wednesday doesn’t miss it. 

Her eyes open slightly, sparking with opportunity. You slow your pace, only slightly, trying to be subtle but her hands grab at your waist, a little rough. 

The arousal in her eyes is suddenly tinged with mischief as she takes control. 

Her hips drive up at a furious pace. You cry out, almost losing your balance, but Wednesday's grip on you steadies you. The bed squeaks, debauched sounds of her bare skin hitting yours rings out. 

She grins as you lose your composure. 

“Seems like you’ll be the one cumming in thirty seconds.” She murmurs. 

You moan, dropping down to bury your head in her neck. Her hands reach down to grip your thighs, prying you open to her. 

You gasp as she pounds into you, and through your blurry, lust filled haze, you can’t help but have the last word. 

“Two minutes,” You moan into her ear, “But nice try. For a beginner.” 

That does it. 

If Wednesday’s assault was hard before, it’s positively ruthless now. She doesn’t give you a moment to breathe. Hard, calculated thrusts as she fucks you, using your hips to bounce you up and down her cock, each thrust making you cry out in pleasure.  

She reaches down between your bodies to rub your clit and slams her hips up into you furiously. 

You cum with a final, relentless thrust, and a long, loud moan into her ear. 

Your entire body flashes white, orgasm ripping through you. The tips of your ears redden, your nipples painfully hard, your clit throbbing. And as you squeeze around her, you feel Wednesday’s body tighten and then a quiet, low gasp as she cums hard against you. 

Her entire body shakes, her movements against you still. 

You’re breathing a little heavily as your body thrums with the quiet satisfaction of your orgasm. Wednesday’s eyes are locked shut, her grip on your hips unrelenting. 

You wait a moment, enjoying the sharp beat of her pulse and the way she nestles herself into you, arms moving to lock around your waist. You press a gentle kiss to her chest and grin up at her. 

“Told you that would feel good.” You say, nuzzling your head into her neck. 

“It was an enjoyable sensation.” Wednesday admits, and you beam. 

“Does that mean you want to do it again?” You ask, trying to keep the excitement out of your voice. You’re not sure it works. 

Wednesday peers down at you, introspection on her face. 

Then, you let out a quiet squeal as she takes you by your hips and flips you onto your back. 

[samrsgyi]

Rody lamoree Smut Head cannons

A/N- I feel bad for our Babyboy who got his ear bitten off :(

Warnings⚠️!!!: Smut obvi, slight angst in the middle part

( Manon/ Vincent punching the air rn )

- So I feel like Rody would be a switch to be honest, I mean he is a big guy and very muscular 😏 ( Not stereotyping. Yes, he will lift you up with his muscular arms whenever during sex and just watch your eyes roll back into your head

- He's very Soft, Sweet, and Gentle with you even though he's big. If he's a sub he's like a little puppy, so be gentle and soft with him. If he's a Dom he's never rough, but would just thrust up into you slowly just to listen to you moan his name

- If you tend to bite his earlobe I don't think it would be a good idea. ( SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️❗❗❗) Since we already know that Vincent bit off his ear I think if you were in the mood and then bit his earlobe it would send him the flashbacks of him and Vincent causing it to trigger his memory and push you off of him.

- He's a soft ice cream boy which means he's genuine and soft. Doesn't do anything to hurt you and just shows how much he loves you. It's a form of intimacy at the point where he's at the medium level of Lovemaking

- Loves to Give you neck kisses when he comes back from work to show how much he misses you. A make-out session is a must, probs 10-15 minutes or so. Loves to even give you hickies and let them trail down your neck to your chest

- I don't really see him as a person that uses toys on you, but is willing to use them If you are. Could be a vibrator and he has a sweet spot, so be prepared to be in a sound-proof room

- For Aftercare, it would be nice to get water and snacks and just enjoy a movie together

TBH I kinda don't like these Head cannons, I think I did horrible on them...

Hope you enjoyed!!!

[mavrintarou]

Lord Gojo Satoru [3 - end]

Thank you for hanging on Gojo's ship!

Warning: smut & fluff... daddy Gojo

Part two

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Satoru glared at the two sleeping angelic faces beside him. His dearest Y/n slept peacefully next to the troublesome infant who had brought nothing but chaos since her unwelcome arrival.

The first night, Satoru had to stand his ground and refuse Y/n’s request to allow the infant to stay with them. Her justification was insufficient to allow him to agree, even her puppy eyes couldn’t convince him to agree.

“Ah, ‘Toru,” Y/n whimpered, legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Satoru was close and nearly brought them to their orgasm when a high-pitched cry interrupted.

Y/n was deeply engrossed in their lovemaking and suddenly flinched, mood immediately changed in a matter of seconds as soon as she heard the baby's cries. Her attention was no longer on him as her legs unwrapped around his waist. “Satoru…” She pushed against his chest.

He groaned, in irritation, trying not to lose his momentum but unfortunately, his cock became limp. He dropped his weight onto Y/n, burying his face against her neck. “Fucken kid…”

“Satoru,” Y/n patted his shoulder, “please, let me go to her, she is probably missing her mother.”

“Yes, and it’s not you,” those words came out harsher than he meant, but it was honest. He lifts himself onto his elbow and sighs before getting off her. He slipped his flaccid cock out and rolled off of her, turning his back towards her. “Go. If you care so much about her, go.”

He heard rustling and closed his eyes tightly, expecting her to hurry towards the baby she had given all her attention to, tossing him aside like an old, used toy.

Satoru’s eyes snapped open when he felt warmth press against his back and her arm wrapping around his waist. Looking over his shoulder, he couldn’t see her face, which was buried against his back.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured.

Sighing, Satoru rests his hand over hers, squeezing it. “I’m sorry too.”

She shook her head, “no, don’t be. You are right. I am not her mother, the maids are perfectly capable of handling her.”

Turning around, he maneuvered her into his arm and tilted her chin upward. He gazed into her lovely hazel eyes. He hopes his future children will inherit their mother’s beautiful eyes when they have their children.

“I love you,” Y/n whispers, “I am sorry if I made you feel like you don’t matter.” She understood Satoru well, knowing how effortlessly it took for him to feel like a secondary priority.

 “I’m just… not used to sharing you…” he pouted, feeling childish about his behavior. “Especially having to share you with this baby we have no idea about.”

“I understand,” she smiled pressing a kiss to his chin. “I will be more mindful and remember not to make you feel like you do not matter,” she paused, “but…” her voice choked, “you didn’t finish earlier?”

Reaching in between them, she wrapped her fist around his cock, feeling it jerk against her touch. Instantly, it became harder by the second.  

Satoru’s face scrunched up as he let out a shaky breath. He groaned, ready to burst on her hand. It didn’t help when her thumb brushed lightly over the tip, teasing him to no end.

Suddenly, he is flipped onto his back and his eyes widen when Y/n shifts until her mouth hovered over the tip of his cock. “Y/n, what –“ the rest of his sentence cut off the moment her mouth replaced her thumb. Her tongue swirled against the tip, warm and soft against the most sensitive part of him.

“If you don’t – if you don’t stop… I’ll cum in your mouth,” he uttered, shifting onto his elbows. He cannot deny that he has never wondered what her mouth would feel like and promised he would ease her into new adventures. Yet, here she was, surprising him.

Y/n licked along the length of his cock before asking, “you don’t want to?”

“I do and I don’t…”

Her head tilted and she grinned, “which one is it, Satoru?”

He pondered before saying, “your mouth… let me cum in your mouth – please…”

Y/n went to work, taking his cock into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. She gagged but continued to please her husband and meet his needs.

“Y/n…” Satoru groaned, his hips jutting and rolling. “Please… please…”

Y/n moaned when warm and salty fluids shot down her throat. She quickly swallowed as much as she could before pulling away. His cum dribbled from the corner of her lips as some shot at her face.

Satoru was not sorry, the sight before him was erotic seeing cum splattered over his sweet wife’s face.

He pulled her on top of him and licked the streaks of cum on her cheek before flipping her beneath him. His hands were quick to push her thighs open and he pushed his semi-erect cock into her, which instantly harden.

She whimpered his name, a sound that delighted his ears.

He rocked his hips in slow and deep thrusts. Her name falls from his lips in breathless whispers, “I love you. I love you so fucken much…”

When he woke up, he was alone but had faint memories of Y/n whispering his name and telling him she would check on the baby. That must have been an hour ago.

Groaning, he rolled over to her side of the bed, pulled her pillow into his embrace, and inhaled her faint scent. She likely wasn’t aware that in such a short time, she had left her scent all over their home, providing him with comfort in every way.

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Satoru’s expression is hard and cold as his men report to him.

“The baby is your half-sibling and birthed by the woman who was your father’s last mistress. She must have known about your execution order and hidden the baby with her sister who wanted no responsibility for the baby after using up all the funds to pay her to raise the child as well as using up the funds for the child.” He looks over at the woman kneeling before Lord Gojo, “which is why she left the baby at the entrance gate.”

“My sister was a whore, I want nothing to do with that cursed child,” the middle-aged woman spat. “Kill me, I ate and used all the money to my heart’s content, I am happy to –“

Her words were cut off as Satoru flickered the blood off his sword. “Get this body out of my sight.”

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Watching irritatingly from the doorway, his loving wife hadn’t even acknowledged him and greeted him with sweet kisses like she normally did… before this baby came into the picture.

“What do you plan on doing with the baby?”

Satoru remained silent, whatever he wanted to do with the baby was now blocked by his wife. He knew there was no way she was going to allow him to get rid of this baby if she had a say in it.

Judging from how his wife adored this baby, he knew she deeply desired to be a mom.

He was not blind to her disappointment every month when her monthly bleed would arrive. It has been months and she hasn’t been with child even with their excessive lovemaking. Satoru doesn’t miss any opportunity to cum in her womb with hopes that his seed will plant itself.

He was a coward for avoiding the conversation, mostly because he did not want to upset her or make her feel it was her fault she couldn’t conceive fast enough.

For now, he is content with just the two of them. It wasn’t that he didn’t desire an heir, but the want of it merely stemmed from the clan leaders. He has only just reconnected again with the person he loves and would take the world down to keep her safe. He wants to just enjoy his alone time with her.

Satoru’s eyes narrowed at the happy baby, who shared identical eyes as his. This distinctive Gojo trait had always been dominant, and as far as the family record showed, no Gojo descendant had ever lacked the insignia of crystal light blue eyes.

But since this baby has come into their lives, he has noticed the change in Y/n. It was like a blessing in disguise. She adored this baby girl as if it were her own and did not care that it was neither her nor Satoru’s blood.

Y/n followed the baby’s eyes when she looked away distracted. “Satoru!” She called her husband sweetly. Standing up, without her cane, she limped at her pace towards him.

Satoru strode long strides to meet her more than halfway and wrap his arms around her. He lifts her and the baby in his arms, carrying them back to the couch. He silently scolds her for being reckless.

“Did your meeting go well?” She asked cheerfully, her face gleaming with the same joy she gave the baby. His heart eases a little, feeling loved.

“Yes,” he answered, brushing the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. He didn’t say what kind of meeting he would discuss about the culprit that left this bothersome baby in their hands.

Y/n smiled wide, “are you free to spend the rest of your day with us?”

Us? His eyes drop down at the baby who continues to stare at Satoru like he has three heads. “Yes,” he answered quietly. “I’m free now.”

“You hear that Himari? We can spend time together!”

“Hi – Himar- Himari?” Satoru stuttered, frowning at Y/n. “You named her?”

Y/n nods, “she needs a name, there was none indicated so… does it match her?” She stares at her husband with anticipation. “Should we… name her something else? I… was too excited I didn’t think to discuss it with you…”

He didn’t care what she named the baby but the fact that she named her indicated she was even more attached than he expected. Sighing deeply, Satoru shook his head. “No, the name suits her fine.” He meant that.

As if the baby felt his genuineness, she gave him a gummy smile.

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His heart is softening at the baby and he hates it. He tried to maintain a distance with the baby but he couldn’t maintain a distance with his wife who was always with the baby.

Himari has taken a keen liking to Satoru as well. He is the first person she searches for upon waking up, crawling over to him and laying on him while cooing to herself.

The very first time she did it, Satoru froze. He was already awake and was about to move Himari over so he could pull his wife into his arms.

And if he was quick, they could make love.

Their love session has lessened as Himari slept with them. Y/n was often tired after spending all day with the baby and would fall asleep as quickly as Himari.

Carefully as ever, Satoru lifted the baby and placed her on his side of the bed. With satisfaction, Satoru was about to nuzzle against Y/n’s tits when the baby began to stir. Quickly he laid back down and closed his eyes, hoping she would go back to sleep. Just when he thought she went back to sleep, he felt something pressed against his chest. Cracking one eye, he sees the top of her head, her faint white hair.

She was laying her head on his chest, did she think he was Y/n?

Groaning silently to himself, he huffed in defeat that he wasn’t going to get to make love to his wife and threw an arm over his eyes.

“She likes you,” Y/n whispered, her arm snaking around his waist.

He moves his arm and shifts it underneath her head, pulling her close to his side. “Morning, my love.”

“Morning, my love,” she murmurs in return, pressing a kiss to his jaw and reaching over to ruffle the top of the baby’s head. “Morning ‘Mari.”

Hearing her name, Himari lifts her head and smiles at the two adults lovingly.

That’s how their mornings would begin.

But lately, Y/n has been tired, and often in a deeper slumber than usual. Looking over, Y/n was still sleeping soundlessly.

Reaching over, he ruffled the baby’s head, she immediately looked up at Satoru with wide eyes that were identical to his.

Himari cooed and smiled.

Sitting up he reached for her, holding her in front of him. “You have a bad habit of waking up way too early,” he teasingly scolded. He glances over at Y/n again seeing she hasn’t stirred yet. “Let’s let Y/n sleep longer today.”

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Satoru’s brow furrows when his wife enters his office quietly. He is at his desk reviewing some paperwork that needs his attention. “Y/n?” He blinks, pushing the paperwork aside, and focusing on his wife. “Are you okay?”

She nods with a small smile and remains by the door.

He tilted his head, and ordered softly, “why are you standing over there? Come here.”

She makes her way over and he pulls her onto his lap. “Is Himari napping?” She nods, smiling bigger at the thought of him curious about the baby.

Y/n knows he does not want anything to do with the baby. When he finally revealed to her that Himari was his half-sibling, she couldn’t help but sigh in relief. Not because she suspected that the baby could have been Satoru but that the baby was related somehow. Gojo has revealed that he was the sole last remaining Gojo descendant.

She waited for Satoru to tell her what he planned to do next with the baby but he didn’t add on.

“What is it?” He asked, noticing her pained expression.

“What will happen to her now?” Y/n asked quietly.

His brow raised, “nothing?”

She raised her brow at him, mirroring his confused look. “Nothing?”

He blinked, wondering if he could have said something to confuse her. “Nothing. Nothing won’t happen to her, why do you ask?”

“You’re not going to send her away?” Y/n clarified.

“No,” Satoru answered, “why would I, she’s a baby?”

Y/n sighed in relief, eyes closed as a hand pressed over her heart. “Oh thank God.” She opened her eyes and smiled at Satoru, “I thought – I thought you would send her away.”

Satoru wanted to, and he still does. He smiles at his wife, “I know how much it would hurt to have you two separated.” That was all he had to say for his wife to burst out in tears, thanking him for allowing the baby to stay.

“I know you aren’t exactly… fond of her but…” She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Thank you. Thank you, Satoru, for understanding.”

“She’s with the wet nurse, who will be her primary caretaker from here on,” Y/n informed, brushing her knuckles against Satoru’s cheek. His brow knitted together in confusion so she giggled and added, “for weeks now, with the help of Sumiko and others, we have carefully chosen a maid who will take sole responsibility for ensuring Himari is raised properly.” When that didn’t seem to answer the confusion on his face, only making him frown deeper, she made it clear. “Himari will be taken care of by her wet nurse from here on, taking much if not all the responsibility away from me.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his in a quick peck, “I missed you.” He groaned and kissed her until they were breathless. “I missed everything about you. Our team time. Our walks in the garden. Our conversations.” She knew all those moments with her husband had changed since Himari’s existence.  “I miss our lovemaking, Satoru.” Her hand slips inside the layer of his outfit until her palm makes contact with his bare chest.

Her husband has not touched her or made love to her in weeks.

“Why have you not touched me, my love? Do – not desire me anymore?”

Satoru groaned and gripped her wrist, forcing her palm over his heart. “This heart, beats only for you, Y/n. You, you own me, heart, body, and soul. I am yours.” His fingers dig into her thigh, “I have not touched you because you are exhausted and I do not want to tire you anymore, nothing to do with not desiring you. I will always desire you.”

Smiling and pleased to hear his response, she leaned and pressed her lips to his ears and whispered, “then please, Satoru, please make love to me.”

Y/n was bent over his desk in a matter of seconds and he was bunching up the ends of her kimono, tugging and pulling loose her sash that held her outfit together. She let out a fit of giggles that turned into a moan when he tore her panties and the material dropped by her ankle and was instantly filled with her husband’s cock.

Satoru savored the feeling of her wrapped around his favorite part of his body before thrusting hard and deep. His grunts filled the room along with her whimpers and the screeching of the wooden desk.

Hiking a leg of Y/n, Satoru pushed it onto the desk, changing the position and feeling deeper into her pussy. “Missed you… missed you so much…” he murmurs.

They have not had a proper lovemaking that he was close to his orgasm. He maneuvered her onto her back, fitting himself where he belonged in between her legs, and slowly thrust. His hand tugged open her kimono, wanting her naked.  

His body pauses as he is distracted by the beauty of his wife. She lay naked in front of him, her breasts and perky rosy, pink nipples puckered out begging for his attention. They look slightly fuller than he remembered. His eyes drop to her pussy where they are connected as one. Widening her legs, he slowly moves his hips and groans. He felt sensitive, sensitive to her touch and his own body. “I’m going to cum…” he declares softly.

Y/n reaches for him, beckoning to hug her.  He leans over her, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck. “Me too…”

She missed her husband’s fullness inside her.

Keeping their eyes locked, Satoru rocked until Y/n came around him and he followed shortly.

Y/n gasped loudly, back arching as Satoru seed filled her womb to the brim. “Sa – Satoru!” her legs tightened at his side.

They embraced each other silently, letting their worlds sync into one, allowing it to be just of just the two of them in this moment.

Remembering she was pressed against his desk, he stood up but winced at her pussy clamping down around his sensitive cock. Slowly, he withdrew, watching his seed flow out lewdly. It dripped falling onto his foot.

His breath was finally calm and silently they just stared at each other. His eyes shifted lower, down her chest, which he recalled earlier noting they looked fuller and her nipples look darker but his eyes didn’t seem to stop and kept moving down until his breath hitched. He frowned, staring at her at her belly.

Y/n watches silently at his expression and giggles and grabs his hand, placing it on her abdomen. He may not know much about a woman’s body but he clearly recalls the softness of Y/n’s belly, yet… below his palm was firmness.

Satoru’s eyes dart between hers and where his hand rested, his voice lost.

“Feel that?” Y/n whispered, “it is our baby.” When he remained speechless, Y/n sat up. Her Kimono slips from her shoulder and pools loosely at her arms. “Are you not happy, my love?”

“Happy does not describe how I feel,” he finally answered, “are you… happy?”

Y/n nodded, tears pooling in her eyes. “I am, and I will be even more happy if you are happy.”

He nods, wiping away her tears. “I am happy, super happy. We’ll be a happy family, you, me, Himari, and our baby.”

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Satoru loves a pregnant wife. He enjoys every second of it from watching the growth of his child in her womb to all the turmoil of a pregnant woman. All the emotional state to cravings, he made sure to be extra patient and meet her needs.

Himari no longer sleeps with them and Satoru can’t deny the emptiness he felt during the first few nights without her. Though he found some comfort in hearing that she was adjusting well to her new caretaker in the room next to theirs, it didn’t elevate the emptiness inside him. He no longer had someone disturbing his sleep in the morning and admitted his heart warmed knowing he was the first person she sought in the morning.

Now, he sought her out first thing in the morning.

If she was still sleeping, he would bring her back to their bed and place her between him and Y/n.

Without even realizing it, Satoru learned little by little with Himari’s help. He spent more time with her throughout the day, figuring out how to handle her tantrums and discovering new things together, preparing him for fatherhood.

Y/n’s heart would always nearly burst whenever she found the two of them bonding. The pregnancy emotions within her always made her cry.

They had no idea how old Himari was, only judged when she began walking that she would be about one year old.

“Good job, ‘Mari!” The adults cheered as the baby took more than four steps in total, she excitedly walked towards her favorite person, Satoru.

Y/n was close to giving birth, her feet swelled and with the weight of her belly, it was difficult for her to walk with her limp. After an incident of Y/n falling, Satoru and the family doctor restricted her from walking during the last few weeks of her pregnancy. Her strong husband carried her and had benches set up throughout the compound.

“I am fine,” Y/n assured, squeezing Satoru’s hand.

“I am not,” he answered honestly. He placed both his palms on her huge belly, huge for her petite physique. “Your belly has continued to keep getting bigger and it’s concerning me how big this baby is inside you…” he swallowed the lump in his throat.

He’s heard of women dying from childbirth and now that his wife was close to giving birth, he was terrified. Satoru has sought various midwives and doctors with many years of experience to be ready to assist when the time comes.

“’Toru,” Y/n called his name softly, “we’ll be okay.”

That eased a little bit of his anxiety.

The moment came rather sooner than later.

Satoru stood pacing outside the door, even being confined in a room down the hall, against his will. He argued that he would not go into the room she was in and could wait outside the door but when he made two attempts to fling open the door, he was ushered to a further room. He could still hear Y/n’s painful whimpers and was ready to move heaven and hell around to be at Y/n’s side.

“You can’t even do anything for her,” his best friend Geto Suguru said, pushing his friend away from the door and further into the room. “Y/n is strong, your baby is strong too, they will be fine…”

Satoru continued to pace the room, his usually neatly combed hair now disheveled and his outfit in disarray.

Both men immediately turned their heads in the same direction when they heard the wail of an infant.

Before Suguru could blink, the door was already flung open forcefully making him flinch and he was alone.

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“I had hopes he would take after Y/n but he’s a carbon copy of his dad. How unfortunate.” Suguru teasingly looked disappointed, looking down at the tiny baby in his arms. He was surprised that Satoru didn’t shoot him a glare, his friend’s eyes and attention were solely on his wife.

“He’s going to be handsome just like his father,” Y/n smiled tiredly. “My son needs a friend, you ought to have one of your own soon too, Suguru-san.”

Satoru snorted, “I agree with my wife, it is your turn now, Suguru-san.”

Suguru smirked, “just you both wait.”

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E/n: One Lord completed... now stay tuned for the next one!

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