#luver girl

[everythingseasoning]

you never answered how you were doing!!! i meant that shit! how are you doing!!! (if you're comfortable answering ofc hehe) xx

HAHAHAHA THIS ASK MADE ME SMILE SO BIG GRRR *aggressively hugs you* 💛🫶💛🫂🌱

Pluto love <33 I’m doing … okay … OKAY TW TO ALL YA’LL WHO FOLLOW MEEE // incoming trauma dump: I struggle with depression, anxiety, ocd, cptsd, a highly emotionally + verbally abusive mother, a conflict loaded toxic family who picks on me specifically, isolation and loneliness, etc. And I used to believe I was the problem and that I was god-awful and didn’t deserve to live (lol) until my therapist helped me see that I was a good person in a really … toxic family. I’ve had these disabilities/hardships for years :’( Despite that, I’m still here :)

💚 And I’m still kind— in fact, my hardships and difficult life has made me mega compassionate, thoughtful, & understanding! The wars I’ve been through have made me super soft and caring towards everyone and anyone who is a good person going through a hard time— and I care about hurt people who hurt people, too. I know they can’t help being nasty if they’re so deeply warped and traumatized (Aka my mom). All my friends from high school say that they’re always amazed and my warmth and kindness in spite of all the hurt I’ve been through <3 (but my friends are in different states from me though, because we all go to different colleges… so it’s been soooo so lonely without them)

I am doing my best to get better. I have a really wonderful therapist who helps me :) life isn’t easy. It’s been really uneasy and dreary and sad actually 😭 but it’s up to me to make it better, and I’m going to be okay some day. <3 I’ve also made a friend irl who seems to truly care about me, I’m still getting to know them & vice versaaa. But they’re leaving my state at the end of the month too so 😭

For anyone who read allathat, please don’t be afraid to talk to me! I don’t often talk about trauma here. I love discussing anime/characters/cool things in life :) <3 thank you for being here 🥹❤️‍🩹🫶💚🫂🫂

Tagging my friends that I met on tumblr @raenacreates and @kapeeshkapoosh cause I feel like this is something I’d wanna share with them <3 and something they’d be open to hearing <333

[everythingseasoning]

Omg this is so me. I’m so like fake aggressive sometimes, but it’s only when people hurt other people through ignorance or insensitivity that I’m like RAHHHH🤬🤬🤬🤬

I am truly and not-so-secretly just a big ol lover and carer for everything <333

(No fr tho, so many of my friends say I’m like a ray of sunshine 😭⭐️💛💐💝🌟)

[solar-halos]

thank u sm for the tag @ongreenergrasses!! these games are soo fun

rules: list your top ten favorite female characters who have been mega bitches at some point or another, then you guys pick your favorite!

added context: they do not have to be terrible people. it can just be top ten female characters but ✨ women ✨

tags (if u want!): @horrorsix @maidstew @the-sun-and-the-sea @thelettersfromnoone @dancingonmoonbeams

[aisclosed]

okay fine maybe i was too harsh on jaem at the beginning 😞💔 he’s a babe

YASSSSS JAEMINISM WINS!!! match found jaemin is very much canon to real life jaemin 😙🤞

LIVE LAUGH LOVE BABYGIRL JAEMIN!!!

[shxyo-sho]

omg courses as in uni 😻!?! when do they start for u? things are good except my ap world history teacher is my number one opp shes so annoying😭

yesss as in uni i feel old 😞 they start in november, my b-day month 😛

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

hiya, just realised that we've been moots for a while now and haven't rlly talked much x

so how are you?<33 how was ur christmas?

I’m great 😊. My Christmas was much better than expected. My favorite aunt (who’s kinda like my best friend) moved away and I really didn’t even want to celebrate. But after I called her and talked to her for a bit I got really exited again ♥️. How were your holidays?

[shjsnjkj]

DAD'S BEST FRIEND┊l.hs

kinktober day 21! - masterlist

warnings: smut, MDNI, unprotected sex, making out, nicknames, age gap

genre: smut

wc: 2,5k ✧.*

☆ heesung x reader ; Heeseung was your favorite person when you were a little girl, but after moving to a new country, you slowly started to forget him through the ages. Forget all his beautiful features, the memories you shared with him, and the song he sang to you the last night you saw him. Receiving little kisses and sleeping with him wasn't the same as you remembered either.

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When you were a little girl, your dad used to invite his best friend, Heeseung, over to your house every weekend, and you couldn’t have been happier. You loved him because he was always kind, and he brought you small yet sweetest gifts like chocolate, a plushie, flowers, hair clips, and other cutesy things. You ran into his arms, he picked you up and gave you a little peck on the cheek.

Heeseung adored you and treated you like his own little girl. That's why he surprised you with something nice on weekends, and you slowly started to feel like he was your family member.

In the summer you went on a holiday together to the sea. You built sand castles and played together in the sea. He stayed by your side all day, read you a goodnight story, and even slept with you after dinner when your parents went out to have a romantic dinner together. You felt never-ending joy throughout the whole week but little did you know, that this was the last time you would spend this much time together and be this close to him.

After the trip, your parents announced that you’ll be moving countries next month. Your little heart broke when you realized that you won’t see Heeseung anymore. You started crying.

“Dad I don’t want to go anywhere. I don’t want to say goodbye to uncle Hee.” -You cried holding his legs.

“Darling, you will see Heeseung, you don’t have to say goodbye forever”

“That’s not true, please let me stay here with him ”

And you were so right. After you had to say goodbye for almost 10 years, you slowly started to forget the hurtful, empty feeling that Heeseung left in your heart as you grew up. Furthermore, you made a lot of friends at the new place which also made you forget about the feeling of missing him. Searching him through the internet or asking his number from your parents was nowhere in your mind either.

This summer you went to work in a cafe. Today was a usual day, you did all your tasks at your workplace until your dad called you up at the end of your shift saying that you’ll be going on a vacation 2 weeks later.

“Hello darling, just wanted to let you know that we’re going on a trip soon. So buy yourself something if you want. Tell me how much money you need and I’ll send it to you.” -then he hung up on you.

“Fine Dad, thank you for saying and listening to my answer as well.”

Right at that moment your phone started buzzing again.

“I forgot to mention that Heeseung will be joining us, he can finally take some weeks off of his company”

You froze at hearing Heeseung’s name. The last time you heard his name was the time when you said goodbye to him. It was around a decade ago. You remembered that moment so well. He gave small kisses on your head while you hugged him as tightly as you’ve never before. Oh gosh, just forget it for now. A-and what about his company? He probably has a wife and kids for now too. It won’t be the same as it used to be — you thought.

However, the real question was how should you act? How should you greet him? Or worse how will you talk to him?

��Are you ready sweetheart?” -Your mother asked.

“Nuhuh” -you muttered under your breath- “Yes I am” - you screamed from your room.

“Let me take this from your hand” -Your dad said, putting your suitcase in the car.

You put up your headphones on your head and sit inside the car. The ride was quite long but you were busy guessing what will happen when you saw Heeseung. Will he treat you like a baby or will he remember you? How will you react after seeing him with his wife and children? Will you be alone for the whole trip? You didn’t know the answers to your questions. Slowly you saw the airport sign which helped you come back to reality and realize that it’s time to face Heeseung.

You stepped out of the car, got your suitcase, put your headphones down onto your neck, and headed inside the building with your family.

In less than 5 minutes you heard your dad’s voice, greeting Heeseung.

“Heeseung, long time no see, it’s good to see you again.”

You stayed aback, and looked down, not ready to meet him. But as soon as your name was called you turned your head to the left and your gaze met with Heeseung’s immediately.

There was he, in black jeans with a white shirt, and black sunglasses at the top of his head letting you see his brown bambi eyes for the first time after a while.

“Y/n come here, say hi to your uncle.” -He said sweetly.

You froze. Despite being the next to greet him you couldn’t take a step further.

Heeseung saw your shocked reaction so he decided to come instead and quickly greeted you with a warm hug as always. But this time you didn’t jump into his arms.

“Hello sweetheart, did you miss me? I missed you so much, you know?” -You just stood there still not moving but then it felt right to hug him back slowly, your hands staying on his back. His perfume and warmth made goosebumps all over your skin so you decided to take a step back.

“Don’t mind Y/n she’s a bit quiet these days.” -your dad told Heeseung.

“Ah, I understand. She grew up, I’m no longer her favorite uncle Hee.” -He showed you a sad expression and turned his gaze back to your dad.

No longer your favorite? And what if he’s still your favorite? What if you still love him deep inside just as much as when you were little?

You felt a pang of guilt for your cold reaction. Despite the years apart, Heeseung's warmth hadn't changed. Later, you wanted to say something, to show him he still meant a lot to you, but the words caught in your throat. Instead, you offered a small smile, hoping it conveyed what you couldn't express aloud before.

As you boarded the plane together, you couldn't help but steal glances at Heeseung. His presence stirred up a mix of nostalgia and newfound curiosity. He looked almost the same like he didn’t age at all but he was more handsome in your eyes. You didn’t remember him looking like this but your relationship won’t be the same again, right?

Your parents sat at the first class (of course), Heeseung sat at the business class and here you were on the economy part stuffed between a lot of people. You were ready for the trip, feeling excited. You decided on sleeping after the plane took off, entering dreamland. After an hour you woke up and went to the washroom. It was locked. You waited for a few seconds then Heeseung stepped out of the cabin.

“Oh, hey Y/n. Are you here in the business class too?”

“Uhm, n-no. I’m in the economy class.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I have an empty seat beside me. Come and sit with me, okay?” -He gave you a heart-warming smile and stroked your arm softly.

“Really? I mean, thank you Heeseung.” -his touch sent a shiver down your spine while you tried to get out a word from your mouth.

“Yeah, of course. By the way, there is no need to speak formally with me baby. Just call me Hee or anything you want as you did before.”

“Oh, okay ” -you blushed and looked down, couldn’t look into his eyes- “Then I’ll go and look for you when I’m done Hee” -the word Hee felt weird trailing off your lips but you tried to adjust to it.

After getting your stuff, you moved to the business class and searched for Heeseung. When you found him you sat down and made yourself comfortable. You thought about watching a movie to pass the time somehow until suddenly you switched your plans. You hesitated about this move but slowly reached Heeseung’s side and touched his arm. He immediately turned his gaze to you and gave you a soft smile.

“Do you want to talk for a few minutes? We talked a long time ago.” -you whispered.

“Of course Y/n! As long as you want.”

“First of all, sorry for behaving like that before. I didn’t mean to be rude or anything. I was shocked because it was the first time I saw you after 10 years.A-and..” -you stopped when he held your hand.

“You don’t have to say sorry Y/n. I fully get you. How about we make more memories this time to fill the gap of the past years? -your hands still in his.

The first few days were amazing. Every morning you did your morning routine, dressed up in a bikini and a dress on top of that. Some days you let your hair fall down onto your shoulders and the other days you braided it. You packed your camera, and favorite book in your bag then you heard a few knocks on your door. It was Heeseung.

He went out with you every day to buy breakfast and eat it next to the sea. Those croissants were your favorite next to the cappuccino. You explored the village together while taking photos non-stop, and talking about everything you missed out from each other’s lives. After lunch, you bought some snacks and fruits to eat at the beach later. It made you feel nostalgic when you swam or jumped into the water together. Furthermore, sometimes you didn’t even realize when Heeseung took photos of you or accidentally you held hands.

Tonight, you went to a restaurant that had the perfect view to the coast and the village. You both admired how it was lit up by the moonshine and the pretty lights which made the night more beautiful.

“Do you remember when we were together like this years ago? Your parents had dinner, while we ate hamburgers with fries and a milkshake.” -he smiled brightly.

“I remember it too well…”

“Then we walked back together to the hotel and I slept with you after reading some goodnight stories and even played the guitar for you to sleep well.”

“Honestly, I can’t sleep well for years so I might ask you to sing something for me later.”

“Of course, princess but I have to ask you for something in return.”

“It depends on what would you ask.”

“Sleep with me.” -you choked on your drink.

“What?”

“Just like when you were younger. Nothing else just sleeping in the same bed. I miss that moment. That was the last vacation we spent together.”

You did what you've agreed on. Heeseung played the guitar for you while you entered dreamland.

A few hours later, in the middle of the night, you felt an arm around your waist. There was no need to check who’s arm was that because you knew Heeseung stayed with you for the night.

“Uncle Hee” -you tried to turn around and face him which wasn’t quite easy due to his strong grip.

“Hm?” -he slowly opened his eyes.

“Can I be honest with you?”

“Go on baby”

“Do you think this is wrong what we’re doing?”

“What do you think Y/n? Do you feel like this is wrong?”

“Uhm I don’t know actually. This feels so right but..” -you looked down, thinking about how to say out your feelings.

"But? Baby, don’t think about anything right now just try to relax." -He gently cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheek. "As you do that, I’ll make sure you don’t overthink what feels wrong or right." -His voice lowered as he leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still. Your heart raced as Heeseung's lips finally met yours in a soft, tender kiss. It was everything you had dreamed of and more, a perfect blend of the familiar comfort he had always provided and the new, exciting feelings blossoming between you. As you melted into the kiss, you knew that there was no way back.

His large hands started caressing your body while he kissed your plump lips passionately. From the new sensual sensation, you couldn’t hold back your moans which only made Heeseung want more from you.

Then, he moved to your neck peppering them with loads of wet kisses. Gently, he turned you to your back and pulled up your nightgown to reveal and let him kiss your soft bare skin. Goosebumps spread all over your skin from his touch and lips. “Heeseung” -you breathed out his name. He just reacted with a smirk and then came up to your beautiful face to give you one last kiss before pulling down your pantie.

“Aw baby, you’re so wet already. You’re so cute.” -He whispered and gave a small kiss to your pussy.

You tried to relax as much as possible but it wasn’t easy when Heeseung’s cock was buried deep inside your cunt and all you could think about is how he perfectly he stretched you out. Heeseung groaned at the feeling of how tight you were and squeezed around his length.

As he pounded into your sweet and sensitive pussy desperately, he reached your cervix making your eyes roll back in pleasure. Heeseung pulled you impossibly closer to his body by your waist and trusted you even deeper making you a moaning mess. You felt like you’d reach your orgasm anytime.

“Fuck, look at you right now princess, you’re taking me so well” -He said between his deep thrust.

“Heeseung, I-I’m gonna cum.” -You cried out, getting more closer and closer to it.

He grinned and slammed his hips into you harder and faster making clapping sounds of your skins smacking against each other.

“Cum for me sweetheart” -He said out of breath as he came at the same time as you right that moment. You clenched around his cock and he let his head fall back from satisfaction. His hot cum dripped down on your thighs which made you the happiest in that moment although you still trembled from the sensation. You were panting and mewing while Heeseung cleaned you up to pull you closer to him as fast as possible.

After that, he put the blanket on you, and gently pulled your fragile body into his arms. You kissed each other for a few more minutes until you started to feel sleepy and closed your eyes.

"Goodnight baby" -Heeseung whispered to your ear while looking at you finally drifting off to sleep.

[gumiluver]

YOU BULLY! ~ JJK NSFW SCENARIOS

synopsis: they just can’t help but bully such a sweet thing like you <3

cover pic credit: @/tyler19844 on pinterest | border credit: @/cafekitsune

luvers <3: afab!reader, gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, zen’in/fushiguro toji, ryomen sukuna

byr/byi: the content in this fic is not suitable for individuals under the age of 18, minors please do not interact (you will be blocked!) | wc: 4.7k

cw: toxic relationships, p in v sex, pussy smacking (satoru), dacryphilia (satoru, kento) , overstimulation (satoru), edging (satoru), pet names (all luvers <3), slight exhibitionism (suguru), gaslighting (suguru), spanking (kento), power imbalance (kento), size kink (kento, toji), manhandling (kento, toji, sukuna), daddy kink (kento), blowjob (toji), facefucking (toji), brat taming (toji, sukuna), mean toji :(, cervix fucking (sukuna), double dicked ‘kuna <3

A/N: I went crazy with toru & toji #sorrynotsorry :3

SATORU G. -> THE TEASE 🖤

To tease or to torture? For Satoru, there’s no in between. There can be bliss in being teased to a point of torture, and Satoru loves to see you tumble and fall into a pit of uncharted euphoria that has you ready to start crying from pleasure.

A sly sadist in reality, especially when it comes to a pretty little thing like you who saunters and sways around him so delicately, so tantalizingly, basically begging to be touched and bruised by the all-seeing sorcerer.

But when you cry so sweetly for him to ease up, to stop teasing you, to just fuck your brain stupid, he can’t help but tease you just a bit more to drive you to the brink of insanity.

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet?” Satoru snickers, pride lacing his words as he stares down at your drooling pussy that’s just crying for him. He trails his fingers slowly towards your inner thighs, watching you shiver with anticipation and need.

You’re huffing in frustration, feebly bucking your hips upwards to make Satoru touch you harder, firmer. If you could, you’d shove his stupidly big hand out of the way so you could hop on his dick and fucking finish the job, but it seemed tonight would not play into your favor.

Your clit was throbbing, borderline aching with want and need, and if you didn’t get it soon you swear you were gonna start—

“Aww—you cryin’ now, sweet girl? Heh, needy little thing aren’t ya,” he chuckles, a condescending smile gracing his face as he gives your pussy a small smack—earning Satoru a pretty squeal from your throat that had your eyes squeezing shut.

He won’t lie, he does feel a tad bit bad when he sees your eyes and nose scrunched up like that. A twinge undeniably forming in his chest, but the twinge in his cock made all that sympathy go out the window. It made him want to smack it again, and again, and again.

He dances his fingers along your pussy, rubbing slow, circular motions to soothe your mound and make you hum in appreciation. His hand becoming more and more slicked from your essence, and fuck—he really couldn’t help himself now.

“Like fuckin’ music to my ears baby,” he growls, giving your pussy three more smacks, effectively making those fat princess tears fall down your cheeks as you grace him with a cry of his name so delicious that it fucking poisons him with thoughts of consuming you.

He brings the hand that smacked your pussy up towards his nose, and you can hear him heave a sigh—no, a growl—that could only be described as primal. Your scent alone has him throwing his head back and fisting his cock in his hand; ooohhh no, it’s far too late for him to return to his playfully pleasant self now—you’re fucked.

He grips the base of his shaft tightly while lining his cock up with your entrance, but instead of sheathing inside you fully he only dips his tip in and stills—fucking. stills.

The annoyed groan that slips past your lips couldn’t be helped really. Before you could scold him, you see (and hear) him suck his hand clean of your cum.

Groaning deeply from the taste, he gets lost in the divinity of you and inadvertently thrusts his tip inside you further, making you choke out a cry as he closes his eyes to revel in this beautiful fucking bliss.

“js’ fuckin’ put it in, ‘toru” you snap, panting and huffing at him out of sheer frustration. You were losing it, getting so fed up from his senseless torture that you start debating on finishing the job yourself—again.

He was too pussydrunk—forgoing the moment to forever basque in your cunt. You just needed to slide a hand down there so you could pamper your neglected clit but surely enough, your plans become thwarted by the very person inflicting your demise—again.

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning—,” he questions, quickly reaching for your sneaky hands and pins them above your head with a single one of his.

“—why are you so wet—” he continues, trailing his other hand down the crevices of your body, paying special attention to your most delicate areas. To make sure you were paying attention to him, he hovers his hand over your pussy again as if he were to spank it, not even caring if his dick would get caught in the crossfire.

“—and why aren’t you pushing me away, hm?” he punctuates his argument with a sudden and firm thrust of his cock, fully sheathing you so far down his shaft that you can fucking *taste* him. You’re seeing white, instantly arching into Satoru’s touch, screaming out a cacophony of different versions of his name. All prior thoughts leave your mind at the sudden intrusion, finally feeling some semblance of friction to push you closer to the edge.

And, yet again, he stills.

He grins wickedly, wanting to see what your next actions are. He sees the gears in your head are shifting and quickly rests his other hand on your tummy, effectively immobilizing you to him. Gojo didn’t have to look at you to know that you were about to lose it. What’s one more push hm?

“Do you think you deserve my cock?” he says, but the long and drawn out whimper that leaves your lips was enough to tell him you’re about to tumble forward and give in to him. The fat tears falling down your cherry cheeks, drool smeared across your face, the small little grunts and stifled moans you give whenever you try and move your hips to feel more of his cock, everything about you told Satoru how much you wanted him.

But he wanted to hear you say it, and he wasn’t moving until he gets his way.

“C’mon sweet girl, tell me—do you deserve it?”

SUGURU G. -> THE MANIPULATOR 🖤

Suguru loves an easy target, and it’s even better knowing how sweet this particular target can be—if he sets the pace right.

He makes it seem as if it were your fault that you were in this predicament. Who falls for these sorts of stints anyways? It’s like you wanted him to take control of you and make you his little plaything.

It was simple enough to get you cornered, noticing your pretty face in the halls and asking you for a helping hand, lowering those charming eyes to meet your nervous ones.

And while he never seemed like a threat towards his followers who were always so enamored by his handsome features, they were oblivious to the way his eyes held a dangerous desire for something more.

“I know you think about me at night, little one,” suguru states, nonchalantly discarding his long robes and placing them on the coat rack next to his armseat. The halls are quiet, his followers nowhere in sight as the morning sun starts to rise. They were sure to come soon though—they always do.

“I—what? I-I’m sorry?” You’re shocked, completely caught off guard from the suddenly intrusive question.

“I know you heard me well little one, don’t make me repeat it,” he chastises, eyes lowering coolly to reinforce his power and authority. “After all, why else would you be here? Roaming around the halls at such an hour—so eager to help get me settled in, isn’t it?”

“Huh?? N-no!! Geto—sir, it’s not really like tha-“

“Oh? Is that so?” he’s quick to interrupt you, taunting over your lack of confidence in your own response. You stammer, choking up on your own words. Truthfully, you couldn’t come up with a reason as to your promptness—rough night of sleep? First day jitters?

Who cares—your decision to show up early has landed you here, in this predicament, facing the man you decided to join and lend your services to. He paid well, offered a high per diem rate, and he was well loved. Barely any jujutsu sorcerer outside of Japan had poor responses towards Suguru—at least the ones you’ve heard back from—so what else were you to expect?

“Are you saying—,” he starts, grabbing your hips roughly and pulling you down with him to sit on his lap, his body resting against his classic armseat that oversees his followers. Your back pushed up tightly against his strong chest with firm hands stripping you of your shirt, “—you didn’t want to see me as much as them? ”

As if on queue, shuffles of footsteps can be heard grace the temple walls, eager chatting spread like wildfire that gathered outside the doors of Suguru’s common area—right where the two of you were.

Your heart stills, eyes widening as you try to shuffle out of his hold, but his grip is firm—like steel plates against your lap and hips. Sneaky fingers linger along the band of your bra and swiftly unclasps it, stripping you of it and throwing it aside. A small shriek escapes your lips, but you’re quick to cover your mouth to conceal your noises—wouldn’t want anyone catching the two of you now, or would you?

“Shhh now, I’ll give you what you want. Try to stay quiet, understand?” he whispers, licking the shell of your ear as a hand comes up to grope your breast while the other moves down to your skirt, bunching it up to your waist, revealing your pretty panties to him. A slow, steady trace from hig calloused finger against your clothed cunny has you silently sobbing, quiet little shrills of pleasure escape past your mouth and through your hand, and all it does is rile him up even more, pushing you deeper into his web of lascivious madness, “behave—don’t make me gag you.”

You shiver, squeezing your eyes shut and grounding yourself back to sanity by reaching around your head and gripping his hair. A soft groan now comes out from suguru, and he takes your newfound boldness as an opportunity to dip his finger into your depths and tests the waters—and fuck did it feel like fucking heaven.

He was touching literal heaven, flustered beyond belief at how simply sinking you down on his fingers has him feeling like he’s going to fucking burst. The sheer feeling of your tight walls constricting around the girth of his fingers has him bucking his hips up in agony, dreaming—yearning for the feel of your pretty princess cunny wrapped around his hard shaft. He trails his opposite hand along the side of your body, molding his grip to your curve as he molds your pussy to his fingers.

“I would’ve wanted to fuck you from behind, but then I wouldn’t get to see those pretty eyes of yours,” he whispers, suddenly turning your body so that you could face him. You see that he’s still clothed, contrasting your naked skin that glows in the sunlight and shines through the windows. Suguru can’t help the growl that leaves his mouth, so desperate and needy, as if he were dying from hunger—a starved beast.

“‘m not stopping ‘til I make a fuckin’ mess out a ya, and I won’t care if you cry. In fact—“ he paused, cock straining ridiculously in his pants, impaling you back down on his fingers but this time even faster—harder. He maneuvers his thumb to meet your clit, rubbing nasty little circles on it, wiggling his pinky throughout your folds to caress your sopping lips so tenderly—you think you just might pass out.

“—let me hear you cry out for me, let my followers hear your screams rattle the fucking halls.”

KENTO N. -> THE SUPERIOR 🖤

It’s hard—being a jujutsu sorcerer, that is. Curse, after curse, after damned curse until the sorcerer itself gives in, body and mind.

Thankfully, Kento’s found a way to relieve that pressure, that tension—you, his precious subordinate. A kohai, if you will.

While his methods of stress relief aren’t exactly considered ethically sound, he just can’t help but preen from how willing and eager his precious little kohai is to please him.

And yet, he’d never admit how fucking hard it gets him to see you take his punishments like the perfect little slut he knows you are, even if you did nothing wrong.

“Bend over.”

Silence.

You can’t quite pinpoint the exact reason behind his anger, especially since it seemed directed towards you—you just got here!!

‘Did I forget to turn in the last mission report? Was I suppose to meet up with him to close out a mission? Oh crap—I returned his book to him right?!?’ your brain wracking up a multitude of different catastrophic events that you almost miss his question again.

“I’m not kidding, sweetheart. Bend. Over.” you hear him repeat himself, but this time his voice lowers an octave. His sharp voice draws your attention back to him, and you take a moment to notice his appearance. He’s rolling the cuffs of his sleeves up to his forearm, girthy veins bulging along his arms that make him seem so fucking huge it has you internally gasping at the thought of how his cock would deliciously ruin you.

The atmosphere in the room quickly shifts to one that the two of you were always so familiar with, yet too ethical to pursue. While you were only a year or two younger than him, being his subordinate—let alone a kohai—made this affair much more dangerous than need be. But work always came first, especially since Nanami was overseeing your skills to determine if you qualified for individual work.

Guess that goes out the window today.

Before he could repeat himself for a third time, you turn your body around for him and lean across his desk, presenting him your pretty ass that was covered—a present for him to unwrap.

He makes haste towards you, pulling at his tie and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his dress shirt in the midst of his stride. Once behind you, he pushes a hand down onto the middle of your back and thrusts his hips against your plump rear, making you feel the length of his dick through his pants and your skirt. The thrust of his hips and the pressure on your back has your lower body lurching forward and pulls a nasty arch out of your back, further presenting your ass to your sensei.

He rips your skirt off—reminding himself to purchase a new one for you once he’s finished—and stares at you beneath him. The tent in his slacks painfully reminding him of how much he’d love to ram right inside your sweet warmth, but he’d get to that part later.

Oh yes, he plans to play with his precious kohai first.

“So soft…” he says, rubbing a gruff hand along the flesh of your cheeks. He presses his thumbs deeply into your ass, as if he were trying to massage them—*prep* them, for the experience you’re sure to endure, “gonna look so pretty with my handprint decorating it.”

Your heart stutters, butterflies flutter down to your core as you shift your weight from side to side. Slowly, you sway your hips to and fro as Nanami continues to palm at your rear—a dangerous dance certain to make him give in and swoon-

SMACK!!

Or not.

The shriek you let out makes his hips jerk forward, a sudden shockwave of pleasure shooting down kento’s spine that he can’t help but rub his clothed cock against your barely clothed pussy. The flimsy fabric hardly providing any barrier between your cunt and his tip, too fucking wet that it just transfers through.

Another smack fills the air and this time you scream out for him, “sir plea—AGHH!!”

“That’s not what you call me here, try again,” he snarls, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he lands another sharp smack to your ass, “address me, correctly.”

“ngh!! m’sorry d-daddy—ACK!!” you choke out a scream, your rear starting to feel as if it were burned by a hot pan or iron. Fat tears stream down your cheeks, and while Kento would be sympathetic and give you a break—he was too tripped up on the way you cried out so beautifully just for him.

After all, he can feel the slick of your cunt leak down his clothed shaft, staining his pants with a pool of your essence—poor pussy so neglected that she’s crying for attention.

“I know it hurts, sweetheart, but that’s what happens when you don’t do what I say. I told you I needed those jujutsu books back for that convention.”

TOJI F. -> THE BRUTE 🖤

Toji’s always been the kind of man to just push his way through any given situation. A man of sheer, brute strength, it would be foolish for anyone to try and challenge him.

Yet the little brat in you couldn’t help but try and chip away at his ego at any given chance, never allowing him to trample over your tenacity.

It piqued his interest honestly, such a small little lady like you was clearly no match for a big brute like him, so why don’t you just give in?

Unfortunately for you, that bratty behavior of yours would be your own personal undoing.

“You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll.”

Now, while his fighting style may seem aggressive and intrusive—hell, he can be a fucking animal when he gets into the rhythm of it. But with you? He was the complete antithesis. Collected, observant, even mindful over his physical prowess—never wanting to scare you. The stark difference in demeanor on how he treats you can even be noted by Shiu (he thinks it’s cute).

But lately, you’ve seemed to be pushing his limits. Taking bigger risks while on jobs, snapping at him over his own fumbles during missions (and gambles), and now you criticize his recent decision (mistake) which led to the two of you losing the lead that promised a hefty sum of coin. It was a fair guess, an “educated assumption” on his part but still, this would have been a huuuge benefit to the two of you.

“Put my mou—y’know what?? I’d like to see you fuckin’ try, old man,” you snap back at him, fuming at your colleagues lack of concern over the failed mission, “wouldn’t be surprised if you had a heart attack or something.”

The tension in the room was getting thicker and thicker, blurring between the lines of lust and power as the two of you glare at each other, battling for dominance. There was only so much toji could take before he snaps, and that last smart comment of yours is what sealed the deal for you.

He strides to you with intent clear as day, and your eyes widen before you find yourself being backed into a corner by him. He slams a hand against the wall while his other one comes up to grip your chin roughly, jerking your head upwards to look up at him—forcing your gaze back to meet his raging one. His hand was big enough to grip your jaw and neck, fuck he was huge.

A cynical laugh escapes his lips, the way your eyes light up with fire at his actions made him all the more eager to break you down to his pliant princess, “oh, m’gonna make you fuckin’ eat those words, doll.”

He grasps the nape of your neck and wraps his fingers in your hair, pulling you down to your knees, making you face his angrily covered cock. A small groan escapes your lips at his roughness, but your eyes incite a challenge—is that all ya got?

He shoves his sweats and boxers down, not even bothering to take them all the way off—too eager to get his dick wet by his fiery little colleague. He gives you a one over, noting how your once cocky eyes now seem to be a tad bit…fearful. He almost feels bad for chuckling at your reaction but then again, you brought this on yourself.

“js’ gonna stare at it, or does this old man gotta do all the work here?” he grips the base of his cock tightly, heaving it up towards your mouth. He smacks his tip upon your lips, smothering them with his precum.

The raunchy moan that left your mouth was embarrassing, but you can’t deny how fucking desirable it made you feel seeing his ferociousness over you. His eagerness, abrasiveness, dominance—all of these pointed to his clear want and desire for you and you alone.

And while you could be evil and tease him for becoming so needy over ‘his doll’ you decide to give in to your lust for him.

Opening your mouth slowly, you allow his tip to dance along your pink tongue. Taking in his taste, you coo and push him in a bit deeper, taking him towards the back of your throat. Pulling back up, you suck his cock inwards and focus your attention towards his tip, effectively making him leak more of his yummy essence into your mouth.

He’s groaning like a whore, taking his other fist and slamming it down on the wall behind you. He’s lost it—truly, lost it. Bulldozing his cock further and further down your throat, loving the way your moans and cries become muffled from how fucking huge his cock is. You’re barely fitting half in your mouth, poor thing.

“Fucking choke on it, my filthy fuckin’ cockslut,” he grunts out, gritting his teeth as he watches you take his cock down your throat again, just to come back up and suckle at his tip. You whine around it, sending vibrations that shoot down to his balls and makes his legs fucking shake, “—nghh, just l-like that girl, f-fuck!!”

He’s growling and fisting your hair tighter, unapologetically fucking his length into your mouth as he chases his release. He feels his knees shake a bit at the way you seem to chase after his cock, fighting to take his cock deeper and suck his fuckin’ soul out of it, “o-oohh fuck, m’gonna fuckin’ cum doll, don’t stop.”

Even if you didn’t have toji’s hands guiding your face like a fucking sex doll, there was no way in hell you planned on letting up on his cock now. You wanted to get him to cum, too absorbed at the thought of him. Your own pussy dripping with excitement as you hurriedly await for his orgasm to come.

The groan he lets out as he chases his high is unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him. You swore that his voice could move mountains with how deep and gritty it was, making your cunt flutter helplessly. You licked his base as you come back up to his tip again, kissing and slurping around it to send him over the edge.

All toji sees is white, all he feels is heat, all he can think of is you and that damned fucking mouth that has him getting whiplash.

He cums in your mouth, surprised at the sudden force his orgasm had over his body. He’s shaking—convulsing, fighting to catch his breath as his hand on the wall supports his weight.

“Don’t waste a s-single drop…or I’ll have ya go again,” he pants, taking his cock out of your mouth. He lets you catch your breath, kneeling down to your level and gripping your chin to catch your attention, “but then again, you’d probably like that wouldn’t ya, doll?”

SUKUNA R. -> THE DEVIANT 🖤

All Sukuna has ever known has been power—king of curses, the most feared being in jujutsu history, the strongest entity in the world—titles that indubitably reinforce his ego and pride.

And yet, none of that matters until he gets you to say it. Until he has you under his grasp. It’s almost as if your words bring truth to the meaning, making his blood boil from how dependent he’s come to grow onto you.

By his logic, this was all your fault. He needed to get his edge back—what better way to do so than to go directly to the source?

“Look at you, stretched and trembling so perfectly around your king,” he trails off with a chuckle, loving at how nimble and pliant you’ve become from cuming around his fingers and tongue(s) for literal hours. Regardless of the amount of times your king plays with his pussy, it seems Sukuna’s interest in you would never fade—not like you wanted it to anyways.

“Tell me—” he starts, gripping your chin tightly as he sinks his cock deeper and deeper into your womb—his other cock leaking furiously on top of your tummy, cum gathering on top of your plush crevices that makes him drool like a fucking dog, “—to whom do you belong to?”

“Y-you, my lord!” you pathetically cry out, trying your best to hold your gaze steady with his, but ultimately failing and surrendering to the bliss your king provides you. He growls, sinking a finger in your mouth as he gives you a sharp thrust of his hips. You feel his tip touching your cervix—cockhead poking and prodding along the outline of your womb as he tries to fuck through your cervix and into your guts.

“Look at me, now,” he demands, upper lip raising and letting his canines peak out. Your eyes snap open instantly, only to be met with haunting red ones that were filled with a hunger that you’ve never seen within him. The hand that has his finger shoved in your mouth wraps around your chin and neck, smothering your face with your drool, making him twitch in your cunt from the sheer depravity of it all. He leans down to your face, licking a stripe up your cheek to taste your spit and bite your flesh, earning a cute little squeal from you that has him chuckle evilly.

Small hands wrap around his thick wrist as a whimper gets pushed past your throat and flows into Sukuna’s head, dancing in his mind and coaxing him to fuck you wildly. He stills his hips, halting the movement of his cock that’s pushed deeply into your womb, and the way your heart sank to your sweet cunny knowing damn well that this was only the beginning had your clit throb with excitement. You know he felt your arousal too—a sadistic, shit eating grin that just so happened to form on Sukuna’s face gave it away.

“so mean ‘kuna!!” you whine, small hands press against his toned stomach, pathetically trying to push him away as a pout forms on your face. He tisks at you, tapping his index finger on your cheek while keeping his grip firm on your chin.

“Mean? I’ve shown you mercy when most would have met their measly fate. I let you see me, feel me—remember your place,” his tone’s laced with venom as he reinforces his point by pistoning his cock with reckless abandon, and while his words may have scared people away from him it only encouraged your need to sink your teeth into his soul and be a part of him undoubtedly—folie a deux at its finest.

“and what is it? what’s m-ahh-my place?” you snap back, continuing to take the brunt of his thrusts as you feel your ass start to sting. Heavy balls swinging against your plump cheeks while his other cock starts to pulse against you and as much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t help but want to please your lords cock.

You wanted to fucking milk him.

“your place—” he starts, letting go of your chin to hoist both thighs onto his shoulders. Slowly, he lowers himself down towards you, effectively pushing you into a mating press that will surely end in you getting knocked up by the curse.

“—is to please me—” sukuna grunts, shifting your body down the bed to further hover over you, as if he were a predator leaning over his fresh kill.

“—to worship me—,” he shifts his hips closer to yours, his pelvis and thighs showing no remorse to your poor, bruised ass and pussy, “—and to be my good fucking slut.”

With that, he slams his shaft fully inside your cunt; the new position forcing you to feel every inch of him with no escape. His cock curves inwards and pushes against your g-spot, ravaging your defenseless cunny, making you howl like a bitch in heat and squirt on the spot. He belts out a laugh of delight, fiending from the sight of you quite literally losing control of your sanity and giving into your king.

“Gonna make you fucking work for it—fucking beg your king for mercy.”

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed!! What do y’all think of this one?? Which was your fav?? I’d love to hear back from y’all <3

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[tojipie]

bundle of joy <3

prison bf toji series linked here <3

this man was forged and handcrafted to be a girl-dad to a little sweetheart. i love him w all my heart.

the rasp of your husbands voice is so soft that you’re unsure if you’re still dreaming, head spinning from the IV cocktail the doctors had pumped into you the day prior.

toji sits with his back to you, your daughter cradled in the crook of his arm. your little bundle of joy so gently, letting her mindlessly grab at the cuff of his sleeve.

“what’re you doing, huh?” he mumbles, stroking the softness of her cheek with his thumb.

the baby ignores him, opting to try and get the fabric of his shirt into her mouth. soft, pink little gums bite down on freshly washed cotton, her feet kicking in excitement at the new texture.

“aht— hey!” he mumbles, gently pulling the soaked fabric from her grasp. “dirty.”

you sit up from your spot on the bed, inching over to the two of them.

toji truly can’t take his eyes off her, nodding intently while the newborn babbles nonsense to herself. he quickly switches her to his other arm once you join him, letting you lean your full weight on him.

tiny, pruney little fingers close around the bottom of his index, soft skin contrasting against the blues and blacks of his tattooed knuckles.

“is she supposed to be this tiny?” he whispers, half in awe half out of concern. your heart melts at how soft his voice is, eyes blown wide.

“f’course,” you giggle tiredly, still woozy from the epidural. you nose at the curve of his shoulder with a hum. “doctors said she was perfectly healthy, remember?”

“right, shit,” he mutters, tensing up at the freudian slip. “oh— sorry,” he says it to your daughter this time, clearly embarrassed at his lack of a filter.

toji’s lifestyle change had been a gradual process. a culmination of a life spent on the streets, moving up the ranks year after year until he’d forged an empire built on the bodies of his enemies.

then you came along, holding him down through a 7 year sentence while the world threw its worst at him, testing the integrity of your relationship as you both struggled to see the light at the end of the tunnel.

somewhere along the way nights at the club together turned into nights spent inside, planning out your future.

you had wanted to give him this for so long. to raise a child together and complete your little family, fulfilling both your lives just a little bit more. toji had dropped to his knees when you brought him the positive test, burying his face in your stomach to hide his teary eyes.

you can’t help but laugh to yourself at the irony of it all. that the man in front of you with the word “greed” gracing his knuckles in bold letters was holding your baby with all the generosity in the world.

“she drank a ton today.”

“oh yeah? big appetite huh?” he coos, pulling her pink baby hat up to let her little ears breathe.

“takes after her dad.”

your little blessing lets out a tiny yawn before closing her eyes, tuckered out after a long day of adjusting to her new world.

“should i put her back in the crib?” he whispers, so scared of waking the poor girl up.

let her sleep on me for a little, i’ll be up for a while anyways,” you explain, reaching for your daughter to let her settle onto your chest.

“my girls,” he mumbles, so full of love when he says it.

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[luviwon]

SHOWER SEX | k.sn

kinktober day 26! back to the masterlist here!

☆ step brother!sunoo x reader

; “what about we just share this one today?” sunoo whisper into your ear, slowly taking more of your personal space inside the shower cabin. “let’s just wash these sinful desires of ours away here for now.”

genre ; smut (very small context + link because you seem to love these <3)

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and it goes like this. you enter the upstairs bathroom, closing the door behind you in a quick motion. you look at yourself in the mirror, a faint smile on your face as you begin to undress from your pjs. mornings showers are definitely not for everyone, but since you had such an important day ahead, you sacrificed an hour of sleep for that.

soon enough, your clothes were all lying on the bathroom floor, your body feeling slightly cold as to the low temperature in the house. but nothing that a hot shower can not fix, right? you turn on the shower, and the sound of water fills up the bathroom. at first, it’s cool, but it warms up quickly, sending steam spreading across the glass. you step in, feeling the hot water wake you up as it pours over your skin. the warmth relaxes you, washing away any nerves, just letting you focus on the moment.

you work shampoo into your hair, the scent filling the shower as bubbles build up in your hands. then you grab the body wash, lathering it over your skin in slow, easy motions. warm water rinses everything clean, leaving you refreshed. you feel relieved, almost like you found your safe space, and you close your eyes, leaning against the cabin wall as the water keeps painting your body.

maybe that’s why you didn’t notice when the bathroom door opened quietly, a figure standing across from you, on the other side of the glass.

but when you open your eyes, you see him there, sliding the door to the side so he can join you, a finger going up to his lips, guiding you to be quiet. you take a step back, gulping as you find yourself in the corner, gaze unable to move away from the body of your step brother, who did not bother to even knock at the door beforehand. the worst part? he didn’t wear anything now, which shouldn’t be weird since he is inside a shower, but next to you?

that makes it less natural.

you move your hands to your eyes, covering them without second thoughts, almost forgetting that your whole body was still exposed to him. but if you can’t see him, he can’t see you either, right? or that’s what you hoped for, before feeling a warmth growing closer to you, his abdomen against your chest as he is lowering his head to whisper sweet thoughts inside your ear.

“i know you want this just as much as i do”

and that’s when you spread your fingers apart, looking at him through the gap formed there. sunoo is all a smirk, like he was so confident on himself, maybe even knowing how you spy on him when he touches himself? or when you peek through the door when he has a girl over, watching him fuck her rough and wishing it was you? maybe, just maybe there was a small chance of him knowing some of this stuff.

“baby…talk to me”, he whispered again into your ear, right hand grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. he intentionally pushes his body against you, to make you feel how hard he is already, as you refused to look at him when he stepped in. you gulp again, burying your head in his chest, unable to process what’s happening. this felt like a fantasy, like a written fiction.

“let’s just wash these sinful desires of ours away here for now.” are the last words before your step brother turns you around to face the glass, your tits pressed hard against it, while he is getting to stretch you out for, well, as long as you can take it.

[babeydollx]

Omgggg rafe cameron taking you from behind and breeding you would be sk hot 😭

© Maybanks-Luver 2023, please do not steal, copy, modify, repost, or translate my work.

"Look at you looking so pretty with my cock stuffed in you." Rafe said with a smirk as he slammed into you. You cried out when he slapped your ass roughly. Your cheek and chest were pressed against the bed, sticking to the sheets because of your sweat. Rafe had been fucking you all morning. He snaked his hand around your throat before he forced you to look at him. You eyes began to flutter closed but a rough thrust forced them open again and you yelped.

"Keep those pretty eyes on me, baby." He said as he continued to thrust into you. "Fuck, you're such a pretty girl. Such a pretty little slut." He said. His dick was hitting your g-spot over and over again causing you to become a moaning mess. "Ah- fuck, Rafe!" You moaned loudly as your pussy clenched around his cock. "God I love this pussy." He groaned. "Gonna stuff you so full, make you all swelled up with my baby. Gonna make me such pretty babies, mamas." He said with a groan as he shot his load deep into you. "Gonns fill this pussy up more than once, make sure everyone knows that you are mine." And he did just that.

[hannieehaee]

strolling in to request coworker!seungkwan....possible details office work...frienemies to luvers....but not needed just fun ideas

18+ / mdi

content: coworker!seungkwan, enemies to lovers, banter, sub!kwan, afab reader, smut, oral (f receiving), semi-public sex, dry humping against a table, just overall desperate kwan, etc.

wc: 1333

a/n: thank u for requesting hehe this was a fun concept to write :D

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seungkwan was nothing if not the bane of your existence.

had you known you would one day come to be lumped with such an obnoxious coworker, you never would've even considered applying for this job.

but you had gotten here first. you were far too used to your workplace by now; you were a established name in the office. you knew the inside jokes, who was married to who, how many years every coworker had been here, the names of every secretary who had come and gone. if anyone belonged there, it was you.

it was overall a very satisfying work environment for you.

up until boo seungkwan got transferred here.

you didn't always have a problem with boo seungkwan.

you weren't just some petty bitch (unlike some people). you had no issue in sharing your beloved workspace with someone else. hell, you were even willing to be accommodating to the newbie at the office, offering your aid should he ever need it.

but he clearly wasn't interested.

within a month after being transferred to your department, boo seungkwan had managed to win the hearts of every coworker. everyone but you.

within that same month, seungkwan had, for some godforsaken reason, decided that you were to be exempt from his affections. while he greeted everyone with an enthusiastic smile, you were met with a diversion of his eyes and a cold 'morning' directed at you. while he brought everyone's coffee order on busy days, he always seemed to incidentally forget yours. while he supported everyone else's pitches, he'd turn his nose up at yours and express his baseless concerns at your ideas. he eventually came to go as far as calling you 'annoying' and 'obnoxious' to your face, unashamed at his blatant disrespect of your seniority.

it seemed like anything and everything about you was an issue for seungkwan.

what made it worse was how obvious he was about it, yet he was entirely unwilling to admit to his disdain for you.

so you stopped trying. you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine and begin singling him out, always going against his ideas, accidentally spilling your drink on his suit, letting the elevator close before he was able to get it. if he was petty, you could be pettier.

this was how things had progressed for the following six months, cultivating a very obvious rivalry between the two of you.

it had also cultivated quite an obvious bubbling of feelings between the two of you; feelings which could only be contained for so long.

you had been entirely unaware of when the lines had blurred. you had zero idea of when you went from hating seungkwan to wanting to shove him against a wall and have your way with him.

yet that didn't prevent the unpredictable from happening.

~

despite having no intention of ever airing your lust for your enemy, there was only so much you could hold back. especially when your enemy was as obnoxious as boo seungkwan.

and especially when the two of you had been forced into an even closer proximity than usual as of late.

after being assigned a lengthy task together, the two of you saw yourselves forced to partner up and spend every waking moment together in order to complete such task. unfortunately for you, this meant you'd have to stay over time – alone into the night – with seungkwan day after day. there was only so much a girl could take before breaking; before snapping and putting the man in his place.

for you, the dam broke after three measly days of working on this project to finally pounce on seungkwan.

and to your surprise, the man who had a tendency of fighting tooth and nail to demonstrate his superiority over you had no defense against you when you finally let your desires take over.

"n-need it, please ... fuck. i'll do anything, just," were the pathetic words out of boo seungkwan's mouth just five minutes into your ministrations.

in his defense, you had caught him off guard when you quite literally slammed him against the wall and made out with him, eventually walking him over so you could sit yourself down on a table while he uncharacteristically towered over you.

it had taken him a few moments to get over the shock, but he became weightless in your hands almost immediately, allowing you to do whatever you wanted to him as long as he got to be touched by you.

currently, he was on his knees begging for pussy. he whined pathetically as he pressed desperate kisses to your thighs, pleading at you to open your legs and allow him a taste.

"thought i was annoying, kwannie. why would i give you a taste of my cunt if you find me so annoying? hmm?", you taunted, pulling lightly at his hair as he whined against your bare thigh.

the funniest part was, you had done nothing but make out and pet each other through your clothes thus far. but after getting undressed and making out with your tits (re: licking and sucking desperately at your chest) for ten minutes, seungkwan got down to his knees and began begging for cunt, completely unwarranted.

"n-no! just, was just being dumb. want you so fucking bad, please ... always wanted you ..."

"aw, were you too shy to tell me, baby? decided to just be mean instead?", you continued to mock him, opening your legs a little more to at least allow him a better view of between your legs.

"didnt, i- n-no! i didnt know what to do. please ... let me taste you, i-just one taste! that's it," he reasoned petulantly.

it was adorable, really.

and it was also unbearably hot.

having boo seungkwan, the object of your desires, whine and beg for a singular taste of your cunt had you growing mad with power.

but you were only a girl after all, so you did what any girl would do and opened your legs, shoving his awaiting tongue against your cunt and allowed him to lick you to his heart's desire.

he whined and cried all throughout, moaning against your pussy as he thanked you for letting him have you. seungkwan was truly the embodiment of desperation as he sucked on your clit and licked at your juices.

his cried bordered on pathetic desperation, making you grow drunk on his words alone.

"'sso good, fuck. t-thank you. thank you- oh god."

"always wanted you ... thought about you every night, shit. such a pretty cunt ..."

"p-pussy's so fucking wet, fuck. n-need it every day ..."

as he groaned against your cunt, the table under you shook, making you realize that the pathetic boy kneeling in front of you had been rutting against the leg of the chair while he made ungodly noises as he made out with your pussy.

within seconds of this realization, your orgasm took over and made you lose all air in your lungs. your eyes rolled all the way to their back of your head as you ground against his tongue in order to ride your high in the most pleasurable way possible. in the meantime, the poor boy under you cried even harder against you, likely reaching his own orgasm completely untouched.

once it was all over and done, you pulled him back up without giving him time to catch his breath, sticking your tongue in his mouth as you kissed him a way so nasty it had him whining against you yet again.

"who would've thought you could be such a good boy?" you chuckled once you pulled away.

"please tell me that wasn't a one time thing," he pleaded, though sounding less desperate than moments ago. this was regular seungkwan speaking.

"of course not, baby. gonna use you whenever i want now," you began sensually kissing his neck as you said this, giggling at the way he sighed at your touch.

"t-thank god," he breathed, closing his eyes as he prepared himself for whatever you'd do to him.

[solar-halos]

did you really think i forgot to post for moodboard monday? well, that’s because i (almost) did. this is my first non-thg themed moodboard but since sissy from the umbrella academy has been on my mind lately, i present a moodboard of a fic i did of her called short shorts and stolen liquor (there’s nothing i wouldn’t give her)

[whoopsyeahokay]

Housekeeping

October Sun

UPDATE (2024-06-20): i have forsaken this taglist, peeps. i can't be arsed to get it working. i have tried everything i can think of; i've done copious amounts of research and used every tip 'n' trick out there to no avail. so. this taglist is officially CLOSED. if you'd like to keep up-to-date with October Sun, please FOLLOW ME and TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS.

sorry for the inconvenience everyone 😔

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UPDATE (2024-04-18): for some reason not all the tags are linking and therefore notifications aren't being sent out when i update. i'm still tinkering away at it, and i'm still adding those who request it, but for the next few uploads, i won't be using the taglist. it's driving me nuts ⚰️

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ORIGINAL POST:

hi-lo,

a couple of y'all delicious specimens asked to be tagged in updates of October Sun (Wally Clark x fem!reader) and i'm happy to oblige 👻 if you'd like to be tagged, pls interact with this post so i can add you!

also (two birds, one stone), i am open to taking requests for any Wally Clark content you might wanna see. my priority will be my own ideas, of course, but, if it's something you want, i'd love to try and bring some of your ideas to life too 🎃

OCTOBER SUN Tag List:

@chosenoneslver @yoluv-tiannaaa--212 @call-me-bunny @vi0lentb3rry @ilbradipodisagiato @miwagila @bbjel @calam-arii @lovekm @melcatherine24 @valskeeper @milo-manheim-luver @starstruck-cupid @frenchvanillabatty @timetravelingmedstudent-blog @remanisce @noonesgoneuntiltheyregone @sukihito @naok-iyuu @capailluiscedove @clearglittersparkle @cancelledkaley @jjmaysbaby @girlkissersco @bebbalandia @pixxiestixs @elauranicolee @madsrose @hakunama-fuckit @twsssmlmaa @urmomsspeciallady @kitthouse @jacks4lifer @deafstuff @musicownsme @onlyaero @moonbutt12345 @moonlit-luna @briwasnothere @emilysamirrorball @ddarling-ddearest-ddead @amberputh @lunacurlclaw @unfortunatekiwitrash @rideacowbcy @aurory--borealis @cthoodaf @jasf444 @hoonieyun @styles-lov3r @vacillier @notwillingtolive @penny-the-pilea @yikes-on-bikes-dotcom @champagne-cool @ellaynaa @purplerose291 @juhdoche @rxmtoon @cades-outsider @starryrevelations @sja0312 @nezzasstuff @peepnisruler69 @tahaing @randomgurl2326 @maggiecc @chosenoneslver @ihatemen55 @coelhana1 @allylovescody @succumbtobuckybarnes @therulerofanime @dhdhdhdhdhdjjs @alnitakstarsky03 @justareadernotawriter1 @bookedbymiri @thekebs @pommepiie @makennadement @kaceyh24 @1118b @peppermint-girl-blog @allurycenoelle @lindsayjoy444 @lomlbillieeilish @dopeloverpurseoperator @myfatherissquirrelboy @scarlett-witchhh @shaywinchester12@ellaumbrella1

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DELLYYYYY?!?! HOW HAVE U BEEEEEN

ARIIIIIII AHHH <3 IVE BEEN AMAZING HRUUUU

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Kinktober

Day 7: fingering (vicent sinclair)

“Please,” you whimpered as you felt his finger play with your sensitive clit for the fifth time.  He had been overstimulating you for the last two hours, meaning you were on edge now.  His hands were tied to the headboard, and Vincent was kneeling between your legs, not allowing you to close them.  “Just a few more, be a good girl and cum for me again,” he asked softly, looking at you.  You agreed, and he continued.

 “Fuck..Vicent”, he said, applying more pressure to your clit, making you involuntarily arch your back and bite your bottom lip.  “Let me hear those beautiful moans of yours.” You tugged at the restraints, wanting some freedom, and your mouth opened, letting out moans along with soft moans.  He inserts two fingers, sliding them in and out easily, making him smirk at how wet his girl is for him.

 You began to squirm from the pleasure and pain you were feeling, but calmed down when a slap hit your thigh, making you hiss.  “Be still, little one,” was all he said, but it was enough for you to stop.  You tried your best to stay still, but when your orgasm was approaching, it was impossible.

 You pulled even harder, pulled your head back, and shook your hips.  You could barely process what was happening, it was becoming too much for you.  “My girl, just like that,” he encouraged you. You let out a loud moan and came hard, making your legs shake.  But even after that intense orgasm, he continued touching you, not giving you time to calm down.

 You tried your best to move away from him, whimpering and whimpering at the feeling, but he placed his free hand on your abdomen, pushing you down and not allowing you to move. "I'm not done yet, baby," he said once again, starting to overstimulate it.

@slasher-luver