#minors dni on this one

[bartmobile]

from my annotations of fight club by chuck palahniuk

[cherryluvss]

Oh to be fucked to the point where my brain is mush and i'm just begging you to breed me......

(round of applause to whoever created squirting straps)

[beepboopappreciation]

Man, that E-sex was crazy

[seraphidoll]

sapphic nsfw twt links

part 2

cunt slaps

playing with your pussy

strapping

fingering and riding

making out

rubbing your clit

overstim (my fav clip <3)

[hitmehardnsofttt]

We getting that Abby x Vi smut or nah… 👀

since you asked so nicely… yeah?

Our Little Plaything

female reader x abby anderson x vi arcane, smut w no plot, strap sex, oral sex, lots of swearing, threesome. Enjoy whores 😘

“Take it for us baby girl you can do it, “ Abby says as she lays next to you. Her thick fingers working themselves slowly in and out of you. Teasing you. “You’re dripping for us sweetheart.” You try to nod, almost dizzy from the amount of pleasure you’re experiencing. Abby takes your free hand and starts to place it where she wants it most. “Ah..almost forgot,” she takes your hand and raises two fingers back up towards Vi’s mouth. “Suck,” she says staring Vi down. Vi pauses her thrusts and does as she’s told. Your hips instinctively twitch. Fuck that was hot. Abby places your fingers on her clit… and you can feel how turned on she is. Abby watches..almost in a trance as Vi continues to fuck your face with her favorite strap.

“Getting it nice and wet, yeah? Such a good girl letting me fuck your pretty throat.” Vi’s moans are…deep…almost guttural as you roll your tongue out between your swollen lips. Vi straddles your chest and grabs your head, fucking your throat deeper with each thrust while Abby continues to use your fingers as she pleases. “Please…,” you whimper out as you feel Vi’s wetness grow on top of your chest with each thrust along with your own amid Abby’s wide digits. Everything feels so…full. “What was that babygirl? You’re gonna have to speak up for us.” Abby asks in almost condescending tone. She heard me. Jokes on her though, I’m not above begging. Especially when it comes to these two. Vi takes a deep breath and pauses her thrusts so they can hear you better. “Please… Abby…Vi… fuck me please…I need to feel one of you inside of me…now.” You plead with begging eyes darting back and forth between the two. They smile at each other.

Vi shrugs those broad shoulders of hers and chuckles a bit, “I mean she is begging babe.” Abby follows up with a kiss on Vi’s lips. She then takes the fingers that she was just fucking you with and places them on your other set swollen lips. She doesn’t make any commands though. She just looks at you. Waiting for you to make the next move. Oh she thinks I won’t do it? Vi instinctively scoots back allowing you to sit yourself up on your elbows. You look Abby directly in her eyes as you grab her thick fingers and swirl your tongue around each one, delicately. What seems like professionally, even. You suck on them like they’re your last meal. Tasting every drop of their hard work. Abby and Vi’s eyes both have gone wide. Think they liked that. “Good fucking girl.” Abby says in a low raspy voice.

Vi has always been a woman of few words. She’s more of a “show you better than I can tell you” kind of girl. She nearly leaps from on top of you and off the bed, grabbing you with ease pulling you to the edge of it as if you’re weightless. She grabs your legs and places your ankles atop her shoulders. She smiles at you. “You ready, sweetheart?” Again, you nod, dizzily, never more ready for anything in your life. Vi slowly but surely works her way inside your soaking wet folds. Once she’s found her rhythm you know it won’t be long before you cum.

“Vi…oh my fuc-“ Words are too much. Her thrusts grow quicker, deeper. “Vi’s fucking you so good, isn’t she baby?” You nod dumbly. It’s getting hard to focus. Abby’s been kissing you and all over you while Vi’s been hard at work but you can’t knock the feeling you aren’t going to be fully satisfied unless the three of you cum….together. “Will..you..sit on my face Abby…please…” You manage to let out between Vi’s buried thrusts.

“Awww, you wanna eat me out huh, baby?” She asks playfully, as she finally lets her hair out of that long braid it’s always in. She lifts her muscular leg up and over your face to get into position. You’re waiting for her to lower herself, but she doesn’t fully. She turns and puts a hand on Vi’s chest. “Slow  down babe, we don’t want our pretty girl to cum just yet do we?” Vi’s thrusts slow but they never fully stop. Abby smiles down at you. “Beg. Say…please Abby…let me make you feel good. Let me make you cum.” You do as your told. Very obediently. And Abby finally gives you what you want. She lowers her dripping wet pussy onto your mouth. God, she tastes so fucking good. You skillfully work your tongue up and down her slit…in and out of her.. sucking on her clit.. enjoying every drop of her while she grinds herself against you. There we go. Vi picks her pace back up. “God, you are so fucking sexy. My favorite girls….” Her thrusts are quickly growing erratic again. Vi grunts, barely able to muster words. ”Gonna..cum..soon..”.

“Fuck, me too.” Abby moans.

Me three.

“Stick your tongue out for me and let me fuck that pretty face of yours sweet girl.” Abby says in pleading tone. She throws her arms back, boosting her lower half up so she can bounce up and down on your tongue with ease. “God…fuck… that’s a good fucking girl. Letting me and Vi use you like a fuck toy…our little plaything…fuck..yeah..keep..yeah like that..like that.. fuck…”

“Shit!” Vi nearly yells.

She wraps her strong ace-wrapped arms around your legs and starts to rub her fingers on your soaked budding clit. That’s all you can take.

Your hips begin to buck involuntarily. Fuck I’m about cum.

“Holy shit…I’m…m’gonna cum on your face babygirl. Just like that..I'm..” Abby trails off unable to finish that sentence.

Vi has no words left either. Her moans are enough. Almost as if on cue, the three of you are reaching the peak of your climaxes near the same time and nothing but the sounds of hoarse moans cloud the air in the room.

[boytransmission]

They took down the last one because of my butch bulge swag… this one shall pass the test and remain, i think

Top surgery fund!

[marigoldenblooms]

An Important Lesson - One-Shot

Pairing: Professor!Wanda x Fem!Reader (MINORS DNI - 18+)

Prompt: After years of rigorous study, you were nearing the end of your graduate program. Companionship had become a figment of your imagination, until your film professor caught your eye. Taking something from her desk, you hope you could catch hers- and you got more than you bargained for.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Tags: Who is Y/N I don’t know her, Dom!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Porn with plot, teasing, orgasm denial, vibrator use, thigh riding, Mommy kink, Professor kink (sparingly), no aftercare, slight dub-con, dumbification, praise, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance (professor/student), age gap (Reader is 26 while Wanda is 34), brat taming if you squint. 

A/N: Holy balls, I did not realize smut was so hard to write. Major kudos to all who seem to do it so effortlessly! I know I envy ‘em. This is my first foray into writing this kind of fic (my university’s spring break has brought a lot of writing firsts), so if you have any feedback I’d love to hear it! This is also vaguely proofread! Wanted to do some practice before the evental sex in Unica Sempter Avis (Because USA is certainly an Abbreviation of All Time), and other ideas I’ve got cooking up. I'd love to write another part to this, if y'all would be down! Thanks y'all again!  Edit: An Important Lesson is getting a second part! Read a teaser here! >:)

Word Count: 2.5k - Read length: 9 minutes, 5 seconds.  Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners! ~~~ 

The pen hadn’t been worth stealing, and yet here you were. 

Professor Maximoff’s classroom was overwhelmingly quiet, dark and empty with familiar rows of tables curved in a half arc around her desk, pushed off to the side. She’d always pace within the front few rows where you sat, and you’d have to crane your neck to keep her in view when you weren’t scribbling down paraphrases of what she said. She taught Advanced Film and Media Critique, which generally lended itself to analyzing the shit out of old TV shows. Maximoff was a difficult professor, but you weren’t looking for easy, especially in your graduate program. After a few years of working your ass off to make enough money, you’d wiped the floor with your bachelors and now you were vying for your masters, in your last few weeks of grad school. And you knew Professor Maximoff liked you, which didn’t make it so bad. 

You knew other things about her too - for instance, there was no way she wasn’t a lesbian. Whenever you’d raise your hand her eyes would snap to you, and you swear her face would curl into a smile that was beyond professional. You’d catch her staring in your direction during exams on multiple occasions (to be fair you did the same when she wasn’t looking, but that’s besides the point), and you swear up and down that she winked at you during your midterm. She’d hold onto your hand a little too long when you turned in papers, and always offered ‘tutoring’ sessions which you humbly declined in the beginning of the semester, your grade being nigh perfect in her course. Between that, the short nails, tailored suits, and the rings- oh, so many rings- there was no way your professor wasn’t gay, and possibly had the hots for you. Your studies had been your priority over companionship for so long,  And now, within a few weeks of your final, why not make a move?

Heist films had been the topic of last week’s lecture, and so nicking something small would be a good segway, right? You’d return it to her tomorrow after class, mention something flirty (perhaps about stealing her heart), and see where it went. If you were lucky, you’d have her number by the end of the course, and perhaps take the older woman to coffee after your final exam. You’d bring her to the movies, but that might turn into more of a lesson than a date. 

As you’d pluck a pen from one of her desk drawers, you notice that it was slightly heavier than most. You clicked it once, then a second time- and nothing happened, so it went into your pockets. You’d move to exit the dim room, before a plaque caught your eye- her degree. It was neatly pressed into its frame: Wanda Maximoff, Masters of Arts in Film and Media Studies. You remembered her mentioning she was working on her doctorate, a proud grin sparking at that. Perhaps you’d get to know more about her dissertation and herself shortly. ------------------------------------------

Class went by faster than most, although it didn’t help that you were anxiously awaiting the end of Professor Maximoff’s lecture. She had worn a trim fitted sleeveless blouse and buttoned pants, both beautiful shades of burgundy. A myriad of gold rings decorating her hands as she’d motion with them through her talk. You’d have to keep your eyes off her fingers, nose deep in notebooks as you’d scramble to collect her words before your incoming final exam. 

“And what is the significance of I Love Lucy’s laugh tracks?” Wanda would ponder aloud before your hand immediately shot up, the lone attempt out of your fifty or so classmates. She’d grin at you, “Yes, dear?” 

You almost forget what you were about to say, holding onto the vestiges of it as you’d sputter, “Oh, uhm- yes, well, I Love Lucy didn’t have laugh tracks, mostly- they were the first sitcom to have a live studio audience.” Her eyes would crinkle with mirth, and you could tell immediately that you had the right answer. You tuned out her words as your mind would swim, thinking back to the weighted pen in your jeans pocket. The pet names were new, settling a joyous fuzz both in your mind and between your legs. It was things like this that had you on the back foot- this was your chance to get her back.

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“And I’ll see you all in two days,” Wanda would return to her desk, sitting atop it rather than in the chair behind it. One of your classmates had asked why in an icebreaker towards the beginning of the semester, and if you remembered correctly she said ‘Just like the view from up here,’ or the like. If you’d been on the same track mind as now, you probably would have noticed how she stared at you during her spiel, a detail only discovered in hindsight. Now, you had all the pieces. 

You pack up slowly, shimmying your belongings into your overly stuffed bag. Hanging back until there were few students left, you flag her gaze with a hand and an upturned smile, “Professor, I was wondering if I could..” Your words would halt in your throat, thoughts thickened and syrupy as she’d look down to you, head tilted a degree off kilter. Would it be embarrassing to admit you’d never been this close to her before? Her lips would be pursed, but would break into a wild grin, and you felt yourself melt right there. You weren’t a teen anymore goddamnit, focus- “Talk-” you’d squeak, clearing your throat hastily to camouflage the blunder, “Talk with you, after class. Professor.”

Her brows would raise, and you could almost see the cogs rotating in there. Her eyes would dart within the now-empty room, adjusting her position on the desk- and it’d become increasingly obvious (you can deny it no longer) that you were standing directly in between her slightly parted legs. This wasn’t how you were expecting it to go, but here you were. She’d start taking off her rings. “Of course, darling,” she’d tease again with a roughened lilt. Those damn pet names. “What do you need?”

“I think I have something of yours, Professor-” Your mouth would open a few seconds before you’d speak, and you swear she’d smirk at how she had you, devoid of any thought. Something about her had you smiling and kicking your feet, and boy did she know it. Without any further bravado, you’d pull out the pen, “I hate to say it, but I think you’ve stolen-”

“Oh,” She’d breathe, Wanda’s face tinting with a pinkish hue, yet her smile only grew larger. Her gaze would narrow, voice dripping with a sultry air that almost knocked you off balance, “I didn’t let you borrow that, did I?”

“No Professor,” you admit, beginning to launch into your story, before she’d shush you- shush you, words piling up into a lump in your throat. 

“And do you know what it does, darling?” She asks, her tone a breathy whisper now. You swallow, shaking your head no. She fucking giggles. She takes the pen from your hand, clicking it three times, and it’d start to buzz. Oh, my god. It was a fucking vibrator.

“Too dumb to even recognize what this is? And I thought you were so smart..” She’d tease, a flush forming on your face in tandem with a shiver down your body. You open your mouth to speak, and yet her warm, calloused fingers would clasp your jaw shut. “Shhh, don’t want your pretty little head to even think, darling. How about Mommy show you how it works, hm?” 

You’d nod immediately. She’d abandon the toy, clicking it off as her hands would slip beneath your shirt, and it felt like time had frozen. She was so soft, and your mind glazed over. Your breath hitched as she’d trail upward, palming your skin before running her fingers over your bare breasts. You’d watch as Wanda’s pupils would blow in seconds, a devious smile bubbling into view, “No bra?” She’d murmur lowly shaking her head as she’d start to knead your flesh, “Just couldn’t remember it, hm? My precious student, too busy thinking of me to get dressed, were you?” You nod again, a pitiful mewl escaping your throat. 

“Yes- Yes, Professor..” You arch into her touch, although that bliss was short-lived as you feel her dig her hands further into your tits, sharper than you’d like. She’d tsk at your reply, and you look up to meet her eyes- oh, that was the wrong answer. 

“Did you already forget my title, baby?” She’d ask almost tauntingly, her gaze sharpening as she’d shift her hands from your skin. You’d chase her warmth, dazed as your skin would flush and tremble, slotting yourself up against her. She’d run her thumb over your lips, crooning at your immediate submission. She could use that. 

“It seems Mommy has a lot to teach you, dear..” Her touch would ghost across your exposed forearms, her feather-light touches only stuttering your breath further. “And I think you’re ready for your first lesson. Think you can handle that, darling? Keep your eyes on me,” Her hands would dig into your jeans, rougher against the hem’s fabric, “Think you can take this off for Mommy?”

“Please..” You beg, raising your hips to strip yourself bare, your glance trained on her. You don’t miss how her eyes darted down to your bare cunt, having slid off your panties too, or how she licked her lips at the sight of your slick. Her hands would hold your legs open, the cold lecture hall’s air chilling your exposed skin. Still staring at Wanda, you’d discard your shirt in the same breath, her jaw clenching as all of you felt the cool air. Feeling exposed, the urge to flee ebbed away some of your arousal. Were you really about to fuck your professor in her own classroom? Your focus was immediately drawn again as she’d capture your chin in her hand, pulling it harshly to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dilated, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow as she’d pant, both from your disobedience and your thighs rubbing against hers. “Look at me,” she’d hiss, taking your lips into a searing kiss. Your answer? Fuck. Yes.

Your cunt would grind against her leg as Wanda would pull your hips up and onto her thigh, grip bruising as your lips would crash together. You could smell her vanilla perfume as she’d tug at your bottom lip with her teeth, a familiar buzzing sound heard but not registered before you felt it on your clit. “Mommy- yes, Fuckin’ christ, there-” You’d keen, lurching back as Wanda’s hand would rest on your hip, keeping you from escaping her touch.

Wanda would groan at your words, voice a little breathier as her hips would stutter against yours, “There’s my good girl..” Teasingly, she’d circle your clit with the pen-shaped toy, gasping herself as she’d feel the aftershocks of its pulse on her clothed cunt. “Taking Mommy’s toy so well..such a sweet girl for your Professor-” 

You’d rock your hips against her, the friction from her dress slacks and the vibrator’s pulse bringing you to the edge embarrassingly quick. Wanda wouldn’t notice your frenzied breathing or how you lost your rhythm, but she would hear your words; drawn between husky whines, “Mommy, please, I’m so close, fuck-” Your face would flush, legs beginning to tremble before the whole feeling was ripped away from you, Wanda’s grip leaving as the buzz would click off. With shaky breaths, your eyes would rise to meet hers- only to see a teasing grin. She’d pat your arms, gently coaxing you off of her thigh, the few sparks of friction from that not enough to bring you anywhere close to your release. You’d blink, thoughts thickened and reeling, brow furrowed ever so slightly for her- and Wanda loved it. 

“You did so well for your first lesson, dear..” She’d croon, brushing herself off as she’d rise to her feet, leaving you on her cluttered desk. “But, Professor, I didn’t-” You’d begin and she’d silence you right there, hand rising to close your jaw shut again. 

“And you won’t come unless you call me by my title, darling. You’ve received your correction for your first mistake- and for stealing from me,” You nodded slowly, absorbing her words as though they were molasses, and her smile only widened at how dazed she’d made you. “And if you disobey again when you’re with me, alone- then I’ll lower your grade by five points. Understand?” 

If you were in any kind of fog before, you cleared it from your thoughts immediately. “Yes, very clear- uhm,” You pause, noticing the stain on her pant leg where your pussy had ground into the fabric, and you feel your face warm. Wanda would shift her stance and you’d look up- she leaned above you, a single brow raised. You’d swallow, keeping your eyes on her completely, “Yes, Mommy- I understand.”

“Good girl.” That was the right answer. She’d smile at you, her praise going straight to your cunt. Could she not have given you a few more seconds? Maybe you could’ve gotten off without her noticing. She’d interrupt your mind with a quick peck on the lips, and you felt your wits slow, swimming with thoughts of her mouth. Oh, that was why- couldn’t get away with anything if you didn’t think anything at all. Wanda’s grin would only intensify as she’d watch you dress, clothing rumpled from the haste it had been taken off. After a few minutes, you were back to prim and proper..besides your racing heart and flush whenever Wanda so much as moved. “This was great..” You’d murmur, pressing the wrinkles from your shirt, gaze flicking back up to Wanda’s- your professor still watching you with a smooth, secretive smirk. 

“Of course it was, dear..but it’s still nice to hear you say that. Anything for my best student,” She’d wink at you and you’d fold, feeling your palms clam up. Since when were you this weak in the knees? She’d settle at her desk again, her hands clasped together on its wooden grain. You’d be taller than her now, with her sitting down- and yet there was an aura she commanded that you couldn’t outdo. You turn to leave without any further fanfare but her voice would seize you again, just as warm as her touch. “I’ll be expecting you after tomorrow’s classes, then? I think some…after-hours remedial work for my course would do you well.” 

Were you really about to fuck your professor in her own classroom, again? You’d leave her hall with a bright smile, a reply, and a secret. Your answer? The same as before - Fuck. Yes. 

And your secret?

You’d stolen the ‘pen’ again.

[loafgeto]

KINKMAS DAY TWO: AGE GAP WITH SATORU

synopsis | why do you always go to your dad’s workplace? well, to simply drop him off his lunch! but somehow you always end up in his boss’s office.

contents | fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language, secret relationship, AGE GAP (reader is in early 20’s while satoru is early 40’s), small mentions of tsumiki and megumi (he’s the same age as reader), implied dilf!gojo. NSFW, semi-public sex (gojo’s office - yet again), dirty talk, praising, somewhat cocky gojo, pet names (use of daddy), implied daddy kink, scratch marks, slight cock warming, slight choking (you just like gojo’s hand around your neck🤗), unprotected sex, cumshots, orgasms, squirting. you and gojo nearly get caught. not proofread !!

word count | 4.6k

notes | oh my lord i’ve never used ‘daddy’ in any of my fics before and i nearly cringed bc i remembered something from a long time ago LMFAOOO i’d call gojo daddy though cuz daddy’s home 🗣️🗣️

tags | @aydene @biscuitsngravie @homeslices @tiredkitten @get0sfav @erensflies @bleachisfood @witchbybirth (if you want to be tagged, just let me know!)

your encounter with satoru first happened when your mother requested you to bring your dad’s lunch for him, since he had forgotten it. as any normal daughter would do, of course you’d comply and take the food to your dad, thinking about nothing else but to move along with your day. he just started working under a new organization several months ago, one much larger than his previous corporation and earning a bigger salary.

it was your first time ever in the tall and luxurious building, cramped with busy employees and staff, loud sounds of voices and other noises ringing your eardrums as you navigated through. during that moment, all you knew was that you’re going to get lost, even after several workers by the front desk specifically directed you and gave you a guest pass before returning to their duties. your father message said he was on the ninth floor of the building, so that’s where you venture off to after getting on the elevator.

what was even more astonishing was the complex hallways of the ninth floor. it was awkward for you, arriving at the floor and having absolutely no knowledge of where to go. and while turning a corner, you just so happen to bump into satoru— a man who’d you never thought you’d continue seeing regularly.

at first, it was just a mild attraction. you’ve never seen him before, so you easily mistook him as someone several years older than you. but boy, were you wrong. from your first impression, you presumed satoru as an employee that everyone admired and wanted to be around with, someone who’s confident and playful, sarcastic at times, and enjoys the little things in life. satoru had immediately noticed that you were lost but pretending like you’re weren’t, and he’s teases you about it before inquiring if you need help.

and not wanting to embarrass yourself even more in front of him, you gladly accept the help of this man. and to your luck, satoru happened to know who your dad was, and guided you to the department he was positioned in. and minutes after you met with your dad, was the moment when you found out satoru was your dad’s boss. and that satoru wasn’t even damn close to your age. he was a much older man, almost as old as your own dad. satoru’s voice was raspy, but welcoming with a hint of flirtation. his white hair was natural, glossy blue eyes bright and invigorating enthusiasm like he’s in his 20’s.

you were astonished, embarrassed even to think about the fact you had the hots for him when you immediately saw him. you and your university friends always joked about having an older boyfriend, or a sugar daddy, or someone as old as their own father. you didn’t take it seriously, because you were certain that you’d never get or even find someone close to the age of your dad.

but encountering satoru just so happens to change all of that.

for the next three months, you and satoru often saw each other. your interactions were short, mostly simple hellos and how are yous, nothing more. well, maybe there was more. there was always some sort of intense tension between the two of you: manifesting for you to get close and driving you to want to continue knowing each other better. therefore, this withholding attraction just so happens to lead you to a night with satoru in a bed of a hotel.

obviously, you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret, especially away from your dad. you feel penitent sometimes whenever you hear your dad boast about how amazing satoru is, and how much he’s being promoted and getting recognition for his diligent work. your dad’s an excellent employee, and everyone grew to admire him. but most of his promotions were due to you requesting satoru to do it, well because you want the best for your dad.

and though it’s quite odd to promote a new employee to a high position, satoru still does it— somehow convincing his own bosses to accept your dad’s promotions.

however, your attraction for satoru was fervent and devouring you whole when you were trying to deny such feelings towards him. none of your friends knew about your relationship with satoru, not even your best friend- who you tell everything. he was the same as you, swearing he wouldn’t text or call you anymore and would leave you alone since it’s most likely for the best. his words dagger your heart each time, and it makes you plead for him not. hence, always caused you two to come back to each other. you can never resist the temptation of sending satoru that one message that would lead you to him pounding his heavy cock into you, having you cry for more and grind your body against his.

therefore, your secret relationship then continued for another five months— and well, you’re most definitely certain that you’re in love with satoru. but you’re probably never going to disclose such information, though you’re certain you make it obvious. satoru’s love life was never as fortunate either. his relationship with his previous wife consisted of countless arguments, disagreements and misunderstandings that she couldn’t handle it anymore. but that’s all you know, and you figured he’d probably never get too serious with a 20 year old and just wants to mess around for the fun of it.

so, you’re deciding to take this moment of fun until you both officially come to terms of no longer contacting each other.

your dad’s aware of the bond you and satoru share, but he only thinks it’s because of your similar interests in traveling. whenever satoru is invited to your parents’ home and you’re there, he’d always inform you about his weekend or business trips, encouraging you to go and buying you souvenirs. you both pretend as if you never see each other, but of course, it’s most likely possible that you two were fucking in his car the night before. your dad had never once assumed anything sexual between you and satoru, so you both got away with it perfectly.

today’s another day where you’re dropping off your dad’s lunch. you offered to bring your dad lunch nearly every single day, which allowed your mother to prepare warm dishes for him. and because of your regular visits, nearly everyone on the ninth floor knew about you. they always greeted you, welcomed you with smiles and short taps on the shoulder. most of the men tease your dad, since they wanted their daughters to bring them their lunch too but other than that, no one ever speculates on the other reasons why you’re actually there.

“[name]! you’re here early,” your dad greets you whenever you approach his office desk. he takes a quick glance at the bento box wrapped in your hand and smiles. “i wonder what your mother made for me today. i can already smell how wonderful it is.”

you chuckle. “right? i almost ate it on the way here.”

“are you hungry too? we can share,” your dad replies with a short laugh as you place the bento box down on his desk. “just give me about ten more minutes, sweetie. i’m almost done with my final documents,” he adds on next to which you shake your head.

“it’s alright, dad. i have to get going now anyway. i’m meeting up with several of my friends for a study session, i’ll see you later tonight though,” you reply, smiling before leaning down to peck a kiss on your dad’s cheek. he sighs, disappointed since he always looks forward to sharing his lunches with you but he returns a wide smile.

“okay, my daughter, no problem at all. call me whenever you’re coming over then,” your dad utters, and you nod before saying your final byes and waves.

as you disappear from your dad’s sight, you quietly slip to the restroom nearby. he thinks you’re leaving, but you’re actually not. interestingly enough, this restroom was just right across from satoru’s office, and you always used the area to your advantage in order to sneak into his office. it’s worked countless of times, and you didn’t even notify satoru about coming to see him today, since it wasn’t like you go there everyday.

there wasn’t any employees or anyone else around, so you gently knock on his office door. you wait several moments, before hearing him reply from the other side. “come in.”

twisting the knob and opening the door, you step inside, eyes faltering to satoru.

satoru was sitting behind his desk, eyes riveted on the screen of his computer that he didn’t even look away until he detected your figure in his perception. satoru lifts his gaze, surprised that you appeared unexpectedly and stands from his chair. “[name], what are you doing here?” he questions.

“oh, you know- just dropping off my dad’s lunch like always. surprise?” you reply, almost with a giddy attitude as satoru approaches you. he shuts the door behind of you, clicking it locked before pressing his hand on your back to pull you close to him.

“you should’ve called or texted me that you were coming,” satoru pouts, leaning in for a kiss but you turn your head, rejecting his lips and furrow your brows. satoru chuckles, “no kiss today?”

“if you give me a kiss, you know where it’ll lead to.”

satoru smiles, now pressing your body close to his. “i know, princess. but just one? been missing you since yesterday after you left,” he whispers, hot breath tickling your ear that it’s almost hard to resist not crashing your lips onto his.

it’s addicting— satoru and his tender voice, words pulling you in like a magnet and making your heart flit in motions you couldn’t control. you shift your eyes slightly, meeting his gaze before pouting. “i’m guessing that’s a yes then,” satoru smiles wider before leaning in, pressing his lips passionately against yours.

your hands reach behind satoru’s back, nudging into the material of his blazer as he deepens the kiss, holding your body against his. your eyes close shut, lips hungrily moving with satoru’s, and a moan quietly escapes when he pushes his tongue into your mouth. he groped the side of your ass with a hand, gently caressing the fat underneath your denims.

“sa-satoru..” you quietly utter as he breaks the kiss, lowering his lips against your jawline and down your neck. “n-no more..”

“you sure, angel? sounds like you don’t want me to stop though,” satoru purrs, pulling his face away to directly look down at you again. a faint smirk appears on his lips as he drags his thumb over your lips. “we only saw each other for twenty minutes yesterday, ‘nd i wasn’t able to return the favor for you. let me do something quick, yeah?”

satoru’s words are alluring, and you find yourself nodding your head before you even realized it.

whatever satoru meant by ‘doing something quick’, just so happens to steer towards you being stuffed with his cock and riding him while he sits on his chair. you’re both completely naked, clothes discarded around his office’s floor, moans muffled behind of your lips as you slowly rock your hips, moving against the length of his hard member. satoru’s holding his moans too, dick throbbing from the feeling of your gummy walls pulsating and tightening around him.

“you really gotta stop coming here, princess. i’m out of condoms because of you,” satoru speaks softly, a low grunt following after as he feels you squeeze around him when you glide your hips up. initially, satoru wouldn’t have done this because he’s out of protection, but hearing your whiny voice and seeing your desperate expression granted the acceptation of going raw. “b-but you’re the one who-“ you start, pausing when satoru bucks his hips, jerking his cock deep in your aching hole.

“i was the one who what?” satoru repeats with a smug smile, both hands holding the sides of your hips. you squirm, unable to reply at that instant, feeling intense rushes of ecstasy flowing in your veins. “you’re blaming me for this?”

“no..” you finally respond with a short squeal, bouncing your hips faster on his cock. most of the time when you two are having sex, it’s with a condom and you never feel the bare skin of his dick unless it’s in your mouth. but whenever it’s inserted warm and hard into your pussy, you just become an entirely different person— drunk all over him and moving like you’re trying to milk him dry. “‘ts my fault, ‘toru. shouldn’t have c-come here..”

“you’re right. you shouldn’t have, but i’m glad you did,” satoru replies, eyes lowering to where you two connected. his cock twitches each moment he watches your folds spreading just to fit him, his girth getting coated by your slickness and clenched by your overbearing neediness. “can never get tired of my cock, no?”

“never!” you mewl out, your fingertips prodding into the flesh of satoru’s shoulders. your moans pitch louder, nearly resonating the room along with the wet squelching noises of your pussy grinding against satoru’s cock. it’s filthy to hear, but you loved it. “love, love, your cock s’much..”

“you gotta be quiet princess, these walls aren’t soundproof,” satoru groans quietly, slapping your ass as you proceed to bounce your hips. of course, you’re aware of that, you always are but you can’t refrain yourself from moaning like that. especially when satoru’s bare cock is rubbing into you so perfectly, making you reach an orgasm.

“satoru, satoru- please-“ you cry out his name repeatedly, but he quiets your lips by pinning his against yours, having your moans fall into his mouth instead. you know you need to tone your voice down, especially when there’s high chances of people walking outside of satoru’s office. the only benefit of fucking in his office was that there wasn’t any windows peering out to the hall. however, even if these walls were thick enough, satoru knew you’d both get caught eventually because of how loud you’re moaning.

but satoru couldn’t deny the way he loves hearing you utter his name so affectionately and erotically when you’re pleading for more. it makes him feel like he’s special, like he’s being gifted by something no one else can receive from you. you’re so different from his previous partners, it always makes him ponder how he even found himself in a situation with a college girl. he’s not complaining though, not after reaching this far with you. satoru’s thoughts process towards an end when his smirk grows wider because of your cunt fluttering around him, making him realize you’d reach your orgasm.

“‘toru.. please.. want you to fuck me, please,” you whine, pushing your hips down to feel his cock spread your sensitive walls once more. you’re almost rocking against him again before he firmly holds you, smiling at how needy you already became even after orgasming.

“you wouldn’t want your father to know that you’re fucking his boss, do you—?” satoru tilts his head, as he brings one hand to softly thumb the skin underneath your eyelids. “or maybe you do, that’s why you’re begging for me like this.”

“no, no, i don’t. please, satoru- i’ll be quiet, i promise,” you frown, trying to convince him with your sheepish voice. but you both know that wasn’t bound to occur. with the way satoru thrusts his hips, it’s unlikely you’d stay quiet even with something covering your mouth. you bite your lower lip, trying not to move your hips as you cockwarm him for a little while. he gives you an expression of consideration, a small and sly smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

“fine. but on one condition.”

your eyes seem to light up, and nodding your head, you’re indicating that you’ll do anything if it meant satoru fucking you.

“you’ll have to call me daddy,” satoru blurts the condition, raising your body to press you down against his desk, knocking several small objects off the surface and making them roll on the ground. you breathe a small gasp, glancing up at him with a large set of eyes. “am i seeing this as a no?”

you shake your head at an instant, pulling him close by the neck. “n-no.. i’ll say it,” you reply quietly, swallowing lightly.

“hmm?”

“da-daddy… please, i want your cock..” you plead once again, almost breaking gazes with him because of how flustered you felt. you never uttered such name in a sexual setting before, but maybe you’ll start to like it, the way satoru is.

satoru has you in the mating press position, pressing your thighs down close to the cold top of his desk as he pushes his cock past your folds and starts thrusting his hips. your breathy moans starts plummeting fast and it’s just as you thought before, you’re unable to refrain them back. especially with the angle of your g-spot satoru’s cock is scraping against, driving you back towards another orgasm and stirring your core.

“n-ngh- fuck!” you cry, eyes shutting as your hands begin to claw the skin of satoru’s back.

“you really want to get caught, don’t ya?” satoru chuckles, nudging his cock into your deepest parts and feeling your cunt squeeze around him. just as long as everyone outside was occupied and not paying too close attention, you two would most likely be fine. but your voice seems to be pitching higher each moment, potentially drawing others to become curious on what’s happening in this room.

“no! i-i don’t, ‘m sorry, daddy- i’ll really quiet down,” you manage to choke out as he’s gradually pounding into you, heavy balls smacking against your wet vulva. satoru groans quietly, murmuring low explicit words as his fingertips prod the flesh of your thighs. you press your palm over your lips, hoping that’d help your moans stop from reaching further out to the other side of satoru’s office door.

“is my good girl sure ‘bout that? sure she can keep quiet while being fucked by my cock?” satoru grunts, lifting one of his hands to wrap around your neck. he gently presses against your throat, smirking at how you’re covering up your moans even though they’re still audible beneath. well, how can you now when he’s saying that name to address you?

honestly, satoru lost the amount of times he’s fucked you like this. he still remembers the first time— when you both encountered each other in front of a convenience store one late friday night. you were returning home from a college party, while he just finished completing paperwork. surprisingly, you weren’t as drunk as satoru expected, since most college students partied hard. even though you weren’t drunk, you acted like it. stumbling your words, averting your gaze from his, appearing flustered each moment he neared you. there was no stench of alcohol on you, and he speculated you were directing towards something else. however, he didn’t assume further until you two neared a hotel. you seemed to have noticed the building and it must’ve triggered a nerve, as satoru shortly finds your lips pressing on his. you admitted how you wanted him, and that was all when it started.

such a young and horny adult yearning for the touch of an older man. when you two fucked the first time: your cunt openly took in his thick length, your walls opening to fit around him perfectly— such a young pussy satoru never thought he’d have his cock stuffed in. the way your quiet moans quickly turned into loud ones, voice crying out his name until you no longer couldn’t.

satoru had never felt attracted to a younger woman before, specifically one who’s still in college and younger than his own daughter. you were even the same age as his son, megumi. satoru figured you’d probably affix your attraction towards him, but he shortly realizes how you completely disregard the boy, even when megumi showed interest in you under his stoic demeanor.

just what was so special about satoru that made you stay around him?

“fucking around with a man as old as your dad, aren’t you ashamed?” satoru questions, his hand still wrapped around your neck before he pushes your hand away to insert his thumb into your mouth. your tongue instantly swirls around his finger, eyes nearly rolling back because of how rough satoru’s thrusting. “it’s ‘cause i fuck you good, don’t i? that’s why you’re always coming around.”

“n-no, that’s not true!” you cry out, your throat moving against his palm. “then what about you? a-aren’t you messing with someone as old as your daughter?” you repeat the question, making him hiss slightly.

“what if i said i’m not ashamed?” satoru decides to answers, short groans following as he fastens his thrusts, making you wince louder. “if i was, i wouldn’t be doing this with you, y’know. it may be wrong, but it feels right.”

“‘toru—“ you whine, tears welling your eyes as you’re unable to formulate the proper words to respond to him. but they dagger you in the heart, making it pound heavily, flourishing your ears. in this sense, you believed in satoru’s words and you also felt the same he did. “i love you, i love you, satoru,” you manage to chant out.

those three words were something satoru’s never expected to hear from you and for some reason, it switches something in him. he knows why and what it is: he loves you too. he’s just been too afraid to admit it ever since his first marriage failed, claiming that there’s no curse worse than love. satoru claims it’s utter bullshit, that there’s no need for such emotions because of what it can do to a person. but when satoru met you— you just happen to change it all for him.

“f-fuck..” satoru grunts, holding your jawline before kissing you harshly. he’s still thrusting, sensually and rough, pace quickening as he’s nearing his orgasm. “mm- i’m always around you- because i love you, ‘toru!” you repeat again when your lips parts. your mind somewhat was becoming foggy, yet these words are able to slip out casually, but it’s genuine and that’s all you need to get your reason across.

“i love you too, [name]. sososo much,” satoru replies as your lips meet again, your tongues passionately grinding together. his thrusts become harder to the point his desk is shaking and slightly moving to another position. his lips move down to your neck, peppering soft kisses before he whines in your ear. “fuck it. scream all you want, baby. let your dad and everyone else hear how much we love each other.”

your pussy clenches around him at his words. it’s arousing to think about, to imagine other people outside listening to an older man relentlessly fuck his cock into you. you’re already staining satoru’s desk with your arousal, both of your moans mixing with the wet sounds from where you two connected becoming louder that it’d probably be audible from the hall.

“i—i’m cumming.. oh god-“ you can’t fathom how many times satoru has already made you orgasm, you’ve lost track. your body’s sensitive and quivering with the amount of pleasure flowing through your veins. it’s overwhelming, however it feels absolutely amazing.

satoru’s rough drags with his cock has you nudging your nails into the skin of his back once more, leaving long red scratch marks visible on his pale skin. you’re both close, warm bodies chafing against each other’s as time slowly rolls forward. maybe you two didn’t know that there were several people outside of satoru’s office, unbeknownst to what was happening on the other side.

“don’t forget the name, princess. c’mon, let me hear it.”

“daddy!” your cry of pleasure echoes off the walls, it’s incomparable to the sound of his cock ravaging your cunt, plunging deep towards your womb. “a-are you gonna cum, daddy? please cum inside me.”

“y’know, i can’t do that, angel,” satoru grunts, lifting your body off the table and propping you up with his firm hold. he’s never given you a creampie before, out of concern of you getting pregnant since the chances were still much very high despite his age. but seeing how you’re always so desperate for one just makes satoru want to forget the consequences at least once and do it.

“please— ‘toru- ngh, daddy, please!” you whine out, feeling him piston hard into you when you uttered his name. your moans are messy, his thrusts are sloppy and wet, and whoever else is outside is probably aware of what’s happening. but you two couldn’t care about the world, thoughts only occupied with each other’s embraces and passion. “please don’t pull outtt!” you cry next, sucking his cock into your cunt.

but he doesn’t listen to you and pulls out anyway.

“fuck, i’m cumming,” satoru groans before his warm load shoots on your lower belly, and your ejaculation follows next, squirting all over him, parts of his desk and the floor.

gaspy breaths were only heard between you and satoru as he sets you back on the desk, your forehead pressing against his bare chest. you can hear the vibrations of his heart, pounding softly beside your ear as one of his hands reach to hold the back of your head. the moment feels rather romantic, and you couldn’t help but recall to the moment he said he loves you too.

it sends roiling signals to your core and your eyes search for satoru’s face as he was cleaning up the mess on your lower belly. “‘toru..” you whisper softly and he raises his gaze.

“yes?” he replies.

there were no more words uttered when your lips meet his, ever so gently and endearing. you feel satoru smile within the kiss as he pulls your chest close to his. it’s romantic, more than anything you’ve felt before. was this what it was like being in love with an older man? or just, gojo satoru in general?

a knock shortly interrupts you and satoru, causing the two of you to drift away and turn towards the door.

“um.. sir, are you alright in there?”

the voice belonged none other than to your father.

you panic, turning to satoru who shakes his head, indicating for you to remain silent. he keeps a calm expression through all this. satoru then remembered about a small group meeting he needed to attend, but forgot about it due to your arrival. he sighs, “i’m fine. just got distracted a little, please go to the room. i will be there shortly.”

“understood,” your father replies, before quiet hurries leave the other side of the door.

it’s silent again, but just to make sure no one else was still out there, the two of you quickly cleaned up and redressed in your clothes. satoru takes a quick peek into the hall, sighing when there wasn’t anyone around anymore. but that didn’t mean that no one didn’t hear what was happening inside of his office. satoru’s certain that your dad’s aware about him sleeping with someone, but that someone he didn’t know was you. from now on, it’s going to be riskier. but satoru couldn’t stop himself anymore. he returns to you, watching as you were slipping on your shoes.

“you free tonight?” satoru questions, a small grin on his face for a hopeful yes.

“i’m going to my parents’ for dinner tonight,” you reply, approaching him and tiptoeing to give him another quick kiss on the lips. “well.. i mean, i’m free after that though.”

satoru’s eyes burn with excitement, and he wraps his arms around you once more. “come to my house afterwards then. megumi’s out with his friends for the night so it’ll just be you and me,” he explains, lowering his face near yours. “we can have a nice dinner. talk and do whatever. that sound good to you?”

“sounds more than wonderful,” you reply, giggling softly.

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: happy early birthday to my one and only gojo satoru 😴 i should’ve published on his bday but i already have my dates set up UGH it’s ok. hope you guys enjoyed this! once again i was just rushing with the end, LMAO. no pt. 2 for this!! but definitely more dilf/older man gojo fics in the future :P likes and reblogs are always appreciated! thanks for the love and support

[highdefhoetry]

jealous.

cw: nsfw!! jealous!zoro, female reader, rough sex, no foreplay, penetration (penis in vagina), biting/marking, mild choking, creampie, fingering, g-spot stimulation, slight possessiveness, no use of (y/n), roronoa zoro is emotionally constipated

that stupid cook really pisses him off.

those lovey-dovey nicknames. that stupid french accent. the way he sweet talks you while kissing the back of your hand. zoro couldn’t stand the sight of it. sanji had always been a fucking simp for beautiful women, but he seemed to get extra handsy with you. especially when zoro was around to see it.

he holds his tongue throughout dinner, letting his anger simmer like the pot on the kitchen stove. the rest of the crew, including you, is ignorant to his growing rage. he acts like he’s not listening to the conversation you’re having with sanji and keeps his eyes focused on his food rather than the sickening declarations of love the pervert cook confessing to you once again. he almost keeps his cool long enough to get through the meal.

that is, until he hears you giggling.

he glances over and sees sanji whispering something in your ear. he reaches out his hand and brushes your hair behind your ear. and instead of stopping him, you smile back.

he can tell you’re eating it up. the attention, the praise, the affection. it’s not like you didn’t deserve it. 

but he’d be damned if he wasn’t the one doing it.

when dinner is over and all the empty plates are back in the sink, zoro quickly appears at your side. he wraps an arm around your waist and leads you out of the galley with a gentle push that signals it’s time to go. 

sanji might be better with words, but zoro was a man of action.

“my room,” he growls in your ear in a quiet, gruff voice. “now.”

you know that tone. he’s in a bad mood, worse than usual.

"but, why...?"

as soon as he shuts the door, you get your answer.

he grabs you, wraps his strong, muscular arms around your frame before tossing you down on the bed. you land with a soft thud, and moments later he’s on top of you, pressing his lips against yours. his big hands grope your thighs and hips, fingertips pressing every inch of your skin. he practically tears your shirt off, then yanks down your skirt and underwear before taking off his own shirt and pants. your cotton panties and other clothes are tossed somewhere on the other side of the room and soon forgotten. 

he returns to you, climbing on top while kissing you desperately, hungrily, insatiably. he bites your lower lip and forces his tongue against yours. he grabs your throat, gently yet firming holding you in place. he wraps another hand around your waist, squeezing it hard enough to make you squeal. it’s all happening so fast, you start to feel dizzy. 

“baby…?” you whisper when he finally pulls away. he answers by spreading your thighs apart and pushing the tip of his dick into your hole.

you let out a gasp when he shoves his entire cock inside. it takes a moment for you to get used to it. normally he fingers or eats you out to get you wet so you can take him in a little easier, but right now he seems more impatient. he senses that you’re not quite ready and slows down his strokes. when you start moaning again, it’s his cue to go deeper.

it’s strange. he’s very quiet. quieter than usual. he’s never been much of a talker when you fuck, communicating mostly with deep grunts or intense eye contact, but something’s different this time. you sense a dark fury in his gaze when you stare back at those striking eyes that never leave yours. he thrusts his thick, throbbing cock into you over and over again, holding you steady with a firm grip on your waist. he’s going deep and hard, at an unpredictable rhythm that makes you scream in several octaves. 

you throw your hands around his neck and sink your nails into his skin, prompting the first small noises to fall from his lips. he’s gritting his teeth, pumping into you harder, faster, as tiny beads of sweat drip from his forehead onto your skin. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, beckoning him deeper. he grabs your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, holds them down beside your head as his rapid thrusts reach a crescendo. he fills you up, then watches his cum leak out of you while you’re filled with warmth.

but he’s not done yet.

he leans forward and nips at your neck with his teeth, making you cry out as tiny sharp pain jolts through your extra sensitive body. he buries his face in your tits, leaves bite marks on your soft, sensitive skin as if marking you as his. his hands massage your breasts, then trail down your stomach so gently it makes you shiver and twitch. then, when he reaches your mound, he pushes two fingers inside you, curling them slightly while massaging your ribbed walls. in seconds, you’re coming hard and moaning so loud your voice starts to go hoarse. 

when it’s all done, you notice the bed sheets beneath you are soaking wet, from both your own fluids and the cum he keeps shoving back inside you. exhausted, you lay limp on the bed, your skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, hair crazed and tangled up in the bed sheets.

he gets up and puts his boxers back on before handing your clothes back to you, still silent as ever. you sit on the edge of the mattress, taking his hand in yours. he freezes at the sudden gesture, as he usually does during moments of soft affection. you gently pull him towards you and plant a kiss on his lips.

“what was that all about?” you ask softly, knowing it may be difficult to coax him out of that guarded shell.

“nothing,” he grumbles, looking away with furrowed brows.

“are you mad at me?” you tilt your head, trying to meet his gaze.

“no,” he snaps. “i just don’t like that shitty cook getting so damn close to you all the time…”

ah.

so that’s what it was.

“you were jealous?” you say half-laughing. “of sanji?”

“i am not jealous of curlybrow!” he barks back.

you let out a sigh and realize what needs to be done. you pull him down to lay on the bed next to you. he complies, although he’s pouting like a child. it’s almost endearing, in an annoying sort of way. but you knew if you poked fun at the situation, it’d make things even worse.

instead, you climb on top of him, still nude, and straddle his waist. his eyes widen at the unexpected act, but he doesn’t say a word against it. his gaze drifts over your supple form, drinking in the sight of your naked body above him. you trace your hand over the scar that runs from his shoulder to his stomach, feeling his skin quiver beneath your fingers. his breath hitches, and he distracts himself from the feeling by putting his hands on your hips and running them up and down your waist.

“you have nothing to be jealous of,” you whisper reassuringly, leaning down to kiss him on the lips once again. “i’m all yours.”

for a second, you swear you see his face flush. goosebumps line his skin, from his chest down his shoulders all the way to his arms. you must’ve said something that hit just right. he composes himself, puts both palms on each of your ass cheeks and gives them a good smack.

“damn right you are,” he growls, smacking them harder so you shriek. a smirk creeps up his face. you’re relieved to see he’s feeling better. 

you feel his cock stiffen as you sit on top. instinctively, you grind against him, turning that smirk of his into a twisted face of stifled pleasure. still pantyless, you pull down the waistband of his boxers until his hardened dick is freed, then slowly guide it back inside you.

it was time you showed him who you truly belonged to.

[cherryluvss]

Okay but.... imagining myself breathless, lying into the pile of pillows only to be asked, "wanna clean it off for me" as they dangle the dripping strap above my lips.

Maybe even a "good girl, just like that" as I breathlessly lap my tongue around it, cleaning it just as they wanted while they have that smug look on their face.

[nighttimenothings]

i would be absolutely beside myself if i had a femme under me, desperately meeting me thrust for thrust, muffling her moans into my pillow, one hand fisting the sheets and the other slip-sliding over her clit as she took my strap

[suggesty-kalis]

More DCA doodles because an urge hit

Thinking about those big hands...

[hcneyblushn]

oh my god i love hearing her moans like!! im making you feel so good you cant help but make the prettiest noises ive ever heard??????

[zhongrin]

zhongrin © 2024 ❥ do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or feed into ai.

tail of a dragon.

featuring... ❥ zhongli

involves... ❥ minors dni, gn!reader, dragon!li, fluff, crack, monsterfucking(?), cannibalism innuendos(??), rambles/headcanon -> short drabble format

at first, i thought zhongli's echo doesn't show up when it's raining (i was in the middle of fighting the oceanid boss). and it made me think; what if his dragon side absolutely abhor rainwater? he's still always a gentleman, of course ー giving you his coat to use as an umbrella upon unexpected downpours; but it's funny to think that inwardly he's just silently screeching something along the line of "curse the rainwater in my shoes curse the rainwater in my hair this does not bring joy at all" within the confines of his lizard brain. he will most definitely make excuses of being cold from the rain and insists on bathing together afterward, too. you may think he's trying to seduce you, but in reality, this old dragon just wants the icky cold rainwater out of his hair.

and then, i noticed that i was wrong ー it gets hidden when any sort of combat happens (i'm not sure if this is an iOS-only decision to conserve resources so that processing power for particle effects can be allocated to the fight's particle effects, or if it's a design decision because they don't want it to interfere with the battle experience).

and i've decided i shall think of it as a zhongli equivalent of men cracking their neck before they get serious. it's not exactly his real tail, after all - he's consciously controlling it, all because you wished he would show his draconic features more often, but he can't really have his horns or tail out in public. hence its disappearance whenever he has to focus that consciousness into something else.

this also means the shiny golden apparition would be nowhere to be found whenever he's intent on pleasuring you... but, perhaps if you rile him enough, you'll be subjected to a very solid dragon's tail, as majestic and mesmerizing as it is deadly, wrapped around your waist as he devours his favorite meal and milk your pleasure until you're all loose for his cocks to sink into the soaked depths of your needy heat.

even though your husband might seem to be all in control and composed, all gentle smiles and the occasional mischief-filled smirks, his tail is another story entirely - the man may not know of the phrase 'cuteness aggression', but he may as well be the personification of it. his mind constantly think about how adorable you are, soft and squishy and mouthwateringly delectable, constantly warring with his own mind over wanting to sink his teeth and nibble your pliant flesh. it lashes, it slithers, it squeezes, and it's unashamedly honest in its unrestrained movements, reflective of his desires in its rawest form. it'll make sure its hard scales imprints on your skin - a unique mark to accompany the mating bite he'll generously lap and suckle on. you're akin to a sweet treat he wants to lick and nip and scratch and devour. lucky for you, his patience and self-control has been tempered and honed for more than six thousand years.

and if your mind decides to conjure any sinful fantasies involving that extra appendage of his, why not tell him? who knows, perhaps you'll arouse a certain part of his draconic brain. your husband is a good listener, but he's also an achiever, after all.

[altarofthedeep]

don't mind me I'm just thinking of having her on top of me riding my strap as she moves her hips back and forth against it slowly and picking up speed as she desperately tries to fuck herself. I grab her tits to play with and the way her mouths parts as she moans so loud makes me quickly grab her hips instead and buck into her even harder until she's whimpering and begging me to let her cum. I hold her down against my strap refusing to let her move until I turn her over with her stomach on the bed and my strap still buried inside her as I pin her down with my body and move slowly and deeply into her. I whisper into her ear. you're so fucking cute when you beg like that. you love it when I fuck you like this don't you, darling? it's so deep inside you, fuck. tell me how much you like me filling you up like this? I wanna hear you say it, use your words now or I won't let you cum. that's it, that's it. and i fasten my pace as her legs start trembling under me and one final time she cums around my strap inside her and I don't move off of her until she rides through her orgasm

[siddyyyyyyyy]

!MDNI!

Drink the Potion!

Fairy!Dick Grayson x Reader

wc: 1.6 K summary: Dick Grayson accidentally turns into a tiny fairy and you take care of him. warnings: masturbation, overstimulation, dry humping, riding

From the moment that unusal magician Villian transformed Dick into a tiny sized fairy, it was a hell of a few days trying to get along with the new change. You‘ve been trying to contact John Constantine to fix it, but it seems like he has more important things to take care of right now.

So, you have taken it into your own hands, as his usual mission partner to take care of him while he is stuck in that tiny sized form. He looks exactly the same, except that he is literally the size of your palm. Well, a little bigger than that, but still… it‘s comically small. You made sure to get him food in smaller portions, getting him a bath in your bathroom sink with drops of soap for him to use, and he can sleep wherever he wants. Of course, he settles on sleeping near you without you crushing him.

Beside the few negative aspects of the situation, it‘s actually funny seeing him fuss over certain things he can‘t do nowadays. For example, change into different clothes since he‘s been thankfully shrinked together with his suit. That‘s why he is basically stuck in it before someone can get him back into his actual size. But there is also one more thing that has changed since then.

He became way more horny. You didn‘t notice at first because he was hiding it as best as he could. Until you caught him shamelessly jerking off under your blanket. It was nighttime, and you thought he had already settled into bed and fell asleep as usual, but he proved you wrong once you opened your blanket.

There lays Dick on full display, lazily stroking his cock while locking eyes with you and grinning lightly at your shocked expression. You don‘t know why, but you weren‘t really mad at him for it. Everyone has their needs, right? And it just so happened that his needy hormones spiked up in that tiny body of his. How could anyone manage to deal with such emotions in a small form like this anyway?

And that‘s how it started. You both settled on leaving him alone during that and lending him your bedroom for it. You‘ll just need to wait until he is finished and pretend as if nothing happened. Besides, you can‘t really ignore it. Both of you. He usually makes some small jokes about it, which just turn into a small banter between the two of you and complaining about John ignoring this problem so he doesn‘t have to fix him. This goes on for a few days until he verbalises his needs to you. It turns out that simply jerking off doesn‘t do much for him anymore and he seems to need more. He isn‘t satisfied.

That only leaves to one conclusion, obviously. You are taking this problem into your own hands. Again.

It‘s not like you aren‘t good friends, so you can help him out with that too. And this is how it really started. Every evening, after patrol, you slipped into your bed and helped him out with his aching needs. Even when he fit into your palm, it still felt more intimate than any other things you‘ve ever done together.

Laying side by side, having him naked with his hands behind his neck, you carefully held his hard cock between your fingers and did your best on finding an even pace for now. The room filled with tiny whimpers and low groans from his side, managing to find a torturous pace for him. His chest heaving and cheeks flushed, he didn‘t stop you. He wanted more, wanted to see how much he could take in his overly needy state.

Hips jerking up, he finished, and smaller spurts of cum coated your fingers. It was fascinating to see such a tiny creature be pleasured to such an extend. His moans became louder, even muffled against his hand. Once he was calmed down after his first orgasm, you retreated your hand, but he quickly grabbed your finger and silently begged you to keep going. After checking in if that‘s what he really wants, you play with his cock again until he cums all over once more. Needless to say, you didn‘t stop until he literally passed out happily in your free palm, nuzzled against your thumb.

It became more of a routine for you both to lay down and please the other. Dick really wanted to please you just as much, but it wasn‘t possible with how small his hands were now. He would genuinely crawl inside you at this point and please you in that way, but he knows it‘s a weird request and just won‘t voice it, in fear you would be scared off.

Frustrated, he let you tease and overstimulate him as much as you both wanted. It was pure bliss for him. The way you delicately stroke his length in a languid pace before you switch up and set a brutal pace for him. The way his back arches up, the way his hips stutter and squirm under you— it‘s a sight to see.

Hissing noises escape from him every time you keep going even, after his high, making him sensitive and flushed. Once you stop your movements, he sighs in relief but starts bucking his hips into your fingers lazily again. He just can‘t stop. He knows he probably comes off as a needy loser like this, but he couldn‘t care less when there‘s someone willing to give him what he wants.

Every time, his brain goes to absolute mush after one of your sessions, he starts babbling on about how perfect you are, how much he wants to please and taste you. But you know it‘s not possible until someone can fix this poor guy.

He promised to get revenge on you for overstimulating him so much once he can get back to his actual size. And with him being rather tiny with those elf ears and wings on his back, it‘s generally hard to take him seriously.

Once John finally had the time to fix the siye problem, he just tossed a smaller glass bottle your way and told him to drink some drops of it. Without any further trouble, he leaves you be, and you give Dick that magical potion that should help him.

Indeed, Dick grows back into his normal size, a head taller than you again. That famous smirk plastered all over his face. Finally, he can get his so-called ‚revenge‘.

With strong hands, the now taller man picks you up and makes you wrap your legs around his waist. His lips come crashing against yours, needy for proper pleasure. He slumps back into the couch and keeps his hands splayed across your hips, savouring the taste of you.

Light groans slip from him while you lose your mind over the unexpected action, but you can‘t bring yourself to stop. You‘ve fantasised about this exact moment to happen for so long while he was stuck in his tiny body; now it‘s finally coming true.

Your lips move down from his lips to his neck, licking and tasting more at him for your own pleasure. Small gasps and moans leave his mouth while he drags your hips back and forth on his clothed cock. Your nails dig into his shoulders while the room fills with heated tension, arousal spiking from the both of you.

You let him move how he needs to, giving into his touch as you grind heavier on him. Louder groans leave him, his head tilting back. The sight of him, slightly flushed, hair messy, eyes glazed over, and panting for air, is something you commit to memory.

The friction is not enough after a while, and he rips your shorts off, hastily slipping his cock out to slip into you. With careful movements, Dick finally nestled inside of you and groans loudly once he bottoms out. Having you on his lap, all pretty and warm, is the one thing he has been craving for these past few weeks.

Once you are settled to the full feeling, you start to grind on him at first. Your clit rubs against his pelvis, making your body jerk lightly. Stilling for a moment to catch your breath, he helps you to ride him properly. As you hold onto his shoulders, you start to go up and down his length in a slow pace, just like you did when he was stuck as a fairy.

He groans painfully and nuzzles forward into your neck, bucking his hips up into you in need. You take the sign and pick up your pace, your breath picking up into short gasps.

It gets too much for you, clenching down harder and harder until you release on top of him, cunt spasming violently around him. More groans and whimpers fill the room as Dick also nears his high, unable to hold on much longer and finishes inside, loading his hot cum deep inside. After a few final thrusts, you both slump into each other and catch a moment to yourself.

His big arms wrap tightly around your tired form, whispering sweet nothings to you.

He couldn‘t even get to his revenge, too tired after the real thing and also too shy to ask if you‘d be down for him to keep going. You both end up cuddled up together in your bed, snuggled up and without a care in the world.

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