#mmfph

[lawgx2010]

getting a good stretch

[dolotonglo]

someone call a paramedic 🚨🚨

my feelings on new beanix art. can u tell i'm normal about him? ...no? good.

[muli-wam]

A/n: tell a friend to tell a friend... she's Baaaaaack 👀👀

cw: SMUTTT, fingering, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, thigh fucking, squirting, uhhh that's it I think..

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Tutor!Suguru who promises that for every question you get right, he'll make you come.

In retrospect, that sounds like a hell of a good time, but here you were, slouched in your seat with suguru's slender fingers pistoning into your wet cunt as you come for the -nth time.

Tutor!Suguru who chuckles at your fucked out state, curling two fingers up toward that spongy spot that made you squeal. "Y'gonna come again, pretty girl?" Suguru rasps against your ear.

"Mmfph- y-yeah," you breathe, reaching a hand over to thread your fingers through his raven locks.

"Yeah? Come f'me then," He says before bringing you into a deep kiss, thrusting his fingers faster.

Tutor!Suguru who watches in awe as you come undone around him, his purple eyes gazing up and down over your trembling figure.

Tutor!Suguru who slowly pulls three sopping wet digits out of your pussy and brings them up to shove down your throat.

"Suck~" he mutters into your ear. Your kiss bitten lips suck your arousal off his fingers as your tongue swirls around his cold rings.

Tutor!Suguru who takes his fingers out of your mouth and pulls you into a searing kiss. You let out a wanton moan against his lips as he tugs at your hips and pulls you into his lap so you're facing him.

Tutor!Suguru who pulls away breathlessly, studying your feature for a instant before fixing his gaze on the half graded pop quiz he gave you an hour ago.

Tutor!Suguru who reaches behind you, picking up the paper and reading over the contents before muttering, "let's see here... you got number twelve and thirteen wrong."

You sigh in relief at the thought of not having to endure anymore orgasms. Your body and brain were pretty much turned to mush and your panties were so soaked you think they may have become one with your body.

Tutor!Suguru who smirks when he sees that you got questions fourteen and fifteen correct.

"Y'got two more in you, angel?" He smiles whilst creeping a hand into your panties once again.

Tutor!Suguru who chuckles at your protests of being too tired. Though you made no effort to stop him when he started rubbing your overstimulated clit.

"Suguuu," you whine.

"You can take it yeah? Need you to take it, baby," he all but moans.

Tutor!Suguru who starts rubbing his hard, leaking cock against your thigh, fucking himself to the sounds of your moans.

Tutor!Suguru who makes the both of you finish but doesn't stop. No, instead he fuck you on his fingers faster.

"S'too much Sugu-" you gasp while squirting all over his hand.

Tutor!Suguru who pulls his hard cock out of his sweats and ruts like a dog in heat against your exposed thigh.

"J'st one more, baby. Promise,"

[ilygetou]

sucking satoru’s cock through his plaid pj’s </3

C/W: slight submissive satoru if you squint, he finishes fast (whoops), satoru cums in his pants, cockdrunk! reader, attempts of dirty talk, the rest is just so filthy & nasty.

NOTE. repost since tumblr decided to be my biggest opp and take it down, didn’t even bother changing the header just made a slight change to it😒

PART 2.

gojo would be sitting on the couch, leg sprawled out his arms wrapped around your body while his other hand was busy holding his phone for him. And you, you were busy eye-fucking his dick print, the outline of his thick dick resting between his thighs was way too visible you couldn’t take your eyes off of it.

So, here you are, in-between your boyfriend’s legs as you looked up at him, begging him to let you suck him off. “Pretty please? Please ’toru, want your dick in my mouth” gojo gave you a smug look, blue-eyes still focused on his cellular device. A pout curved on your lips, frowning as you decided to cup his cock from above his pants. Catching satoru slightly off guard, his eyes moving from his phone to you.

Satoru couldn’t help but anticipate your next move, turning off his phone and throwing it next to him. His whole focus was finally on you.

You couldn’t help but smirk, squeezing his dick as you felt it slowly hardening between your hands.

You watched as his cock twitched in his pants, begging to be touched & you couldn’t help but slightly drool at the sight. His dick print showing off his thick cock, made you want to push satoru’s pants down and shove his dick in your mouth. It was tempting, you wanted to suck on it already but an idea popped up in the spiral of the moment, making you pause for a second.

You looked up at satoru to meet his eyes, eyes threatening to shut, breathing was heavy and his face flushed a light shade of pink.

“suck it already” he murmured, voice low n’ whiny. You smirked–holding his cock as you wrapped your lips around his clothed tip. Sucking on it so messily and sloppily. Satoru gasped, not expecting you to pull something like this, something so vile, so nasty. But he liked it anyways.

You were drenching his pants with your saliva, his head thrown back as you stopped sucking on his tip and started licking his whole length from above his pants. You looked so good underneath him, licking & sucking on his fully clothed cock–“who knew my pretty girlfriend liked to suck dick s’much?” he breathed out, you paused your movements to look up at him once again.

“since forever? Always loved sucking your dick & only yours,” A lazy smirk made it’s way on satoru’s face–his thighs trembling as you went back to sucking his tip, pre-cum kept spilling & staining his pants–making a huge mess between gojo’s legs. A huge wet patch forming that was just spit, drool and his pre-cum.

“mmfph ’toru, wanna have your dick in my mouth already” you sighed, rubbing his length from above his slacks. “Nah, keep doing it like this, makin’ me feel so good baby” he patted your head & you nodded in obedience despite the obvious pout on your lips.

You squeezed his dick again, rubbing his tip with your thumb and giving his shaft long licks, your kneaded the tip with your thumb so fast and rough, not giving the white head any time to process the pleasure he was receiving.

Satoru grips your hair and rolls his head back, fast and low moans leaving him as his cock twitched and pulsated in his pants–his thighs shaking as he came undone in his pants. Staining the fabric even more with his gooey, thick cum.

Satoru stared down at you with a hazy look in his eyes and mouth slightly apart, “can i suck on it now? for real this time?” you asked with a sheepish smile on your face. Satoru rolled his eyes, and pushed you off of him before plopping you down next to him.

“no, i got something better in mind,” it was now satoru’s turn to get on his knees, spreading your legs apart and pulling down your pants. You tilted your head in confusion, “what’re you up to?” gojo only snickered–pushing his face against your crotch and taking a long sniff from your clothed pussy. You gasped, finally understanding his intentions.

“G’nna eat you out through your panties, Ya’ okay with that angel?”

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

synopsis: how they eat it ;)

including: diluc, neuvillete, zhongli, childe, wriothesley, al haitham

a/n: repost/ rewrite from old acc!

ᯓ 𝘿𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙘 ᡣ𐭩

…is an absolute tease, but not on purpose.

He'd go the slowest; wanting to taste and suck every part of your sweet cunt. He'll circle his tongue around your clit until you're begging him to finally take it into his mouth and please you.

You lay on his bed, sprawled out while his face in between your thighs which he held apart with his warm palms, as you ran your fingers through his hair. You look down to meet his eyes before he's focused all his attention to making you cry his name.

"Mmm...does that feel good, my princess? Keep saying my name." Diluc says, finally flicking his tongue on your click and feeling you jolt.

ᯓ 𝙕𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞 ᡣ𐭩

…who seems like he's absolutely starved.

Don't let his gentlemanly act fool you, on the outside and in public view; he's kind and careful, but with you....The moment your cunt is available his mouth is latched onto it, he can't keep his mouth off you or his fingers away from your hole.

You sit on his desk, legs spread wide open as he sits in his chair, his head faced down straight into your wet, puffy pussy.

His fingers curl up inside you while he licks up your folds, sucking and biting you. And remember, Mr. Zhongli's tongue is that of a dragon, expect it to reach the very depths of you as you cry for him.

"Is this how you like it my love? You're so wet, all for me, aren't you?" Zhongli will say, his amber eyes staring up at you while he makes you cum all over his pronged tongue.

ᯓ 𝘾𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙚 ᡣ𐭩

…loves to give you the best head in public. It gets him so hard, thinking about how you can't keep yourself quiet while he eats you out; the possibility of someone hearing you, hearing how good he makes you feel that you can't control yourself.

Anytime you're in public, is a possibility Childe will pull you off to the side, finding whatever alley way or patio or even bathroom to pull your panties off with his teeth and kneel before you. He'll have your thighs on his shoulders and your back against a wall, staying up solely from his hands cupping your ass and his face buried in your cunt.

"Shhh... not so loud baby, don't want to get caught and cut this short now do we? I'm not done tasting you.” He’d say, a small giggle leaving his voice before he goes right back to eating you.

ᯓ 𝘼𝙡𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢 ᡣ𐭩

…loves it when you sit on his face. His favorite form of foreplay is to just make you cum over and over before he even loses his pants.

Before he's at 1 you're coming close to 3, he'll lay back and sit you on top of his mouth so he can watch your tits bounce when he looks up, seeing you drag your pussy across his tongue , forcing you to ride his face, while his hot tongue presses against your clit and slips into your hole.

"Mhm- just like that. Look at me or I’ll stop." Alhaitham whispers, muffled under you as he practically sucking the cum out of you as you ride out your third orgasm all over his face.

ᯓ 𝙉𝙚𝙪𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩

….begs you to let him taste you. He claims it's his way to unwind from a stressful day....and he says everyday has been stressful.

Really, he just loves to feel the warmth around his mouth and to feel your juices soak his face while he hears your pretty voice.

You could just be sitting on the couch, waiting for him to get home; and the minute he is he's at your knees, telling you how much he wants you to cum in his mouth.

"Y/n...fuck-, tastes so good my love, mmfph- can't get enough..." Neu will say, muffled as his mouth never leaves your cunt. His fist pumps his own cock while he eats you out, getting off on you completely, he might even cum before you do while listening to your sweet moans.

ᯓ 𝙒𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙮 ᡣ𐭩

…is the messiest one. He loves to be smothered in you. You'll both have the nastiest role play every. It's just as you'd think, the cop comes and arrests you and you've got a way out of the ticket.

Wrio will have you bend over his desk, as he eats it from the back, spreading your ass apart with his hands while his finger grazes up your folds and his mouth laps up all your juices.

"So naughty....look how wet this pussy is, you really need to be taught a lesson baby." Wriotheseley will say, pressing down on your lower stomach hoping to make you squirt all over his mouth.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[ranpazz]

CHOKE ME BITE ME!!

cw ; sub!dazai, fem!reader, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex (stay safe), slight degradation(she calls him a freak and a slut), not proofread

a/n ; no I didn't write this to distract from wicked games idk what ur talking abt.

Dazai hates pain. At least that's what he tells everyone, but you knew otherwise. Well, if the way he was writhing with your hand around his throat had anything to do with it.

“mmfph! Baby I– hngh– need more– c’mon, please-” he begged, bucking his hips up into your sweet cunt, desperate for more friction that you refused to offer. You clicked your tongue, applying more pressure to his throat, cutting off his oxygen.

“You're a freak, Osamu– getting off to this?” You questioned, emphasizing your point by wrapping your other hand around his pretty neck. His cock twitched against your cervix at the action, tossing his head back with a choked moan. “Yes– please– haah– I need more, please move–”

You'd be lying if you said that having a man like Dazai plead beneath you didn't flip a switch. A satisfied hum bubbled in the back of your throat as you raised your hips enough to his tip before slamming down on him.

“Aargh! Fuck! Don't– don't stop, please-” He cried, his jaw clenching from pleasure. You wish you had your phone to take a picture, he looked breathtaking. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, hair matted to his forehead, and your lipstick smeared all over his lips. Maybe another time.

“Don't you– fuck– dare cum ‘til I say so, y'damn slut.” You breathed, chasing your release as the coil in your tummy tightened. His hands were holding onto your hips for dear life, there will definitely be marks there tomorrow. You could feel his Adam's apple bob beneath your fingers, a reminder of your previous actions.

Dazai whined for another minute or so, his rambles coming to an end. He was trying not to give away the fact his orgasm was creeping up on him. You could have laughed if he wasn't rearranging your guts right now. However, he still needed too–

“Please, lemme cum– needa– fuuuck– cum inside you, baby–” How could you resist when he asked so nicely? You swallowed thickly as you grew closer to the edge, giving him a brief nod before sinking your teeth into his pale shoulder and grasping his neck tighter than before.

He planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you to meet your hips, tearing a moan from your throat. His length slid against your gooey walls, hitting your sweet spots with easy precision. "'samu–! 'm gonna cum– fuck!"

"F-fuck, feels s'good– y'er pussy– haah– feels s'good, so tight, shit!" He cried out, your back arching as his thumb found your clit and drew tight circles on the bud. Your back arched, a broken moan slipping past your lips. "C'mon, cum with me– hnngh– please-"

He always ended up getting his way. It wasn't even a minute later that he was filling your cunt with his hot load, his own orgasm triggering your own. "Osamu– haah fuck!" Your hands finally freed his throat and your jaw fell slack as you reached your release.

Black spots clouded your vision for a moment before you fell limp on his chest, panting heavily as the afterglow settled. His breathing could be heard over your own, a telltale of his need for oxygen. You glanced up at him, his cheeks red and eyes closed as he caught his breath.

"'samu, I didn't–" "No, you didn't go overboard, 'donna." He cut you off, his voice a bit hoarse from your precious endeavors. Those pretty brown eyes of his fluttered open, meeting yours with a soft yet rare look. "I promise."

You took the reassurance with a smile, however, you were suddenly flipped over by Dazai, a hungry look in his eyes. "Now, let's see how much power you have with me on top this time."

[solifloris]

≡;-꒰ 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒖𝒑

╰┈➤ ❝ yoichi isagi x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni

tags : pwp (without plot), aged-up isagi (obv), snowed in, kissing and making out, heavy petting, slight clit play, slight nipple play, slight dry humping, oral (f. receiving), praise, body worship, veerryyyy slight degradation (use of "slut" like twice), overstimulation, use of pet names "baby" "pretty". lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : ~1.6k

an : had this queued up for christmas day !!!! as part of the @pixelcafe-network secret santa event, merriesttttttt christmas to @eevees-hobbies !!! 🥰🥰 hoping you like this and that i did isagi justice, i do love him dearly and i was super happy to see him on your list hehe >< sending soooo much love and joy and christmas cheer your way!!!

How it started, you couldn't quite tell. But the colorful sets of fairy lights lining the living room ceiling were all the light you'd left on, and the snow and the wind outside seemed insistent on knocking on your windows. Views were completely blocked out in a full, snow-white color; the heating system was almost doing very little to keep you from thinking about the blizzard outside.

Because it was cold.

And it would have remained cold… that is, had it not been for your boyfriend running his hands all over your clothed body, slipping beneath your shirt at the last minute. His touch was light and gentle, more to ease you into comfort than anything else, really…But you knew he was only teasing. Not to your surprise, his lips were on yours in mere seconds, body shifting to cage you beneath him.

He was warm.

This was warm.

His touches, no matter how feather-light he was dead-set on keeping them, left trails of heat in their wake. It was enough to draw out a shaky breath from you; enough to try—to no avail—to pull away for some more air.

He wouldn't quite let you.

Instead, you felt the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk, and it was warmth enough that you could melt.

"Mmfph—Yoi…chi…!"

His hands lay deftly beneath your sweater as he kissed you, tracing soft patterns into your skin. But even speaking was barely an option; a muffled "Mmm… Shh, m'tryin' to keep you warm…." was all you got in reply before his lips crashed back into yours.

Eyes closed, moans and gasps swallowed into the way you couldn't keep your hands off each other. And his hips moved to settle between your legs— Not warm enough, was what you figured he was thinking.

Because a low moan tore from your throat as he moved to grind against you, the outline of his bulge neatly slotting itself between the clothed shape of your folds. "Fuck, shit, baby…." he murmured against your lips, grunting with every rutting motion that he couldn't help himself from making. "Feels so good… Mmh, shit, m'never gettin' enough of your pussy—"

You could lose yourself in this. Even as he trailed kisses down the side of your jaw, relishing the way you arched yourself up into him, matching the now-frantic rolling of hips against hips… Even as your mind began to slowly peel away the layers of the reality around you, leaving only… him.

Him, him, him, him, him.

And when he looked at you then, a thin string of saliva connected his swollen lips to the patch on your neck where he'd just now left a stinging, red mark. His hips slowed down, but he was breathless when he spoke next—

"Baby, can I taste you?"

He licked his lips at the mere thought, eyes clouding with lust and desire in that oh-so-familiar way you knew well enough. The image before you made you swoon; you could feel the wetness pooling into your panties, practically smearing arousal on the fabric.

But he wasn't finished speaking.

Instead, he trailed a hand lower, lower—

The pads of his fingers caressed the skin of your stomach, before reaching down to cup your mound.

"It's just… You're so beautiful, baby."

He could groan at the mere sight of you.

"Makes me wanna do all sorts of stuff to you, and worship you… And, shit—you know I love your taste."

Slow caresses over your panties had your hips bucking. He knew your body by heart; could easily glide over the seeping wetness to rub tight circles over your clit. Obscene squelching noises echoed out with every movement, and it didn't take long for your eyes to shut, lips parted in pleasurable moans.

"Yeahhh, that's my pretty baby…"

He pressed into your panties as he leaned down, nuzzling against your breasts, your stomach, your thighs—"So fuckin' pretty."

He looked up to give you a silly grin, nearly sighing at the sight of the blush tinting your cheeks.

And before he would slot himself between your legs, right where he wanted to be, he leaned up to give you another kiss. It was sloppier this time, not much concerned with any technique, just clearly wanted to have his lips on yours once more—his hand reached up, stroking your curls, sighing into the kiss.

"God, I love you." He murmured when he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. "Y'know that, right? I'm so damn lucky to have you. Thanks for always being with me, baby…"

His words made you smile, and it was your turn to reach out to cup his face.

No words needed to be shared, not really—even without all the sappy confessions, you'd have known the truth of those words either way.

But you nuzzled against his nose, and said it anyway:

"I love you too, Yoichi."

He chuckled against your lips, planting another quick kiss. "Yeah? Now m'gonna want to kiss you all over…"

He was true to his word—lips back to trailing over every inch of your exposed skin, hands sliding back up your sweater to knead at your breasts. He'd sneak in a lick against your hardened nipples, wetting the fabric of your sweater in the process, but nearly grinning at the resulting visible outline of your peaks.

With every moan and buck of your hips in response, his touches and kisses grew more daring—worshiping every inch that he could, leaving a spark of heat to settle into your skin.

And then his hands intertwined with yours as he kissed atop your mound, slowly inching towards your clit. Your legs moved to rest on his shoulders, and he looked at you—there was a sparkle of mischief in his eyes. "You don't mind me spendin' hours here, right?" he joked, giving your hands a squeeze.

It made you laugh, because it was just so like him to want to, but—his tongue darted out, licking a stripe over your panties, tasting the wetness that had completely coated it. The laugh quickly turned into a moan. It was a sensation that made you jolt, nearly closing your legs, and he looked at you with a pout. As if to retaliate, he pushed his nose right up against your clit, and gave you another lick. And another. And another.

"Open up, pretty," he mumbled.

It was difficult.

Every lick he made against your cunt drove the fabric of your panties right into you, clinging to your folds and nearly melting into it enough that it might as well have not been there. The added friction it provided was perfect, the sensations forcing your thighs to close around him—

"No no no, pretty baby… Y'gotta keep them open f'me…"

His hands left yours to spread your legs open, pinning them to the mattress.

A smile played at his lips.

"See? Just like this. All spread out like a good girl…" He placed a kiss to your clit, and momentarily slid a hand down to push your panties to the side.

He licked his lips.

"You're such a slut for me, baby, look at how wet you are… It's perfect…"

You keened.

A whimper fell from your lips at the use of the term, pussy fluttering around virtually nothing.

He chuckled, because he knew it was what you wanted—but he didn't quite repeat himself.

Instead, with no more use for words, he buried his face into your cunt, licking and slurping up all of the juice that you could offer him.

He was right, of course; he could absolutely spend hours here between your legs, and you would let him.

"Y-yoi—Yoichi—!"

Broken cries of his name began to fall from your lips in an instant, grinding your clit into his nose, allowing is tongue to dig into your hole and take in every last drop. He would suck, coaxing as much as he could, lewd squelches echoing in the room and mixing in with your moans like a symphony to his ears.

"Mmmm, such a tasty pussy," came his muffled voice, eyes closed as he lost himself in you.

It was sticky, and messy, and obscene—

Your hands moved to grip his hair, pulling him against you as your hips moved, and his nails nearly dug into your thighs.

"Ichi!" you cried out, arching your back.

His mouth moved over your clit to suck, tongue flicking side to side in the way he knew you liked it best.

"I-Ichi! I-I'm gonna—!"

He didn't stop.

Wouldn't stop.

Not even as your thighs shook in your orgasm, pussy twitching, a long, drawn-out moan escaping your lips.

Tears pricked at your eyes as he kept going, licking, and sucking, and gulping down your juices—

"M'not done, baby. Be a good slut f'me and lemme eat s'more."

He said it again.

You cried out.

The phrase tumbled around in your mind, almost as if planting itself right in there, and you were sensitive, and swollen. But he liked it that way—and it felt so, so, so good. You almost felt yourself get wetter at his words, sopping wet, and it was more than enough to spur him to take even more.

At this point? You were well aware that he'd meant it.

He might as well spend his hours eating you out—

At least it would keep you warm.

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[thefatedthoughtofyou]

"I'll see you guys later!" Eddie calls, his hips wiggling as he fake jogs to the door. Steve holds his hand up after him, Robin waves her whole arm at him, not looking away from the stove. Steve stares after him as he disappears, he hears the door open and click closed.

"You've got that dopey look on your face again." Robin says, crossing her arms and resting against the counter as she watches him. Steve turns to her, avoids her eyes and watches the steam rise from the bowl of Ramen on the countertop.

"Shut up." He grumbles.

"Just sayin. Your eyes get all shiny and your mouth literally hangs open sometimes... it's... ridiculous." She shakes her head but she looks... sad? Steve hates when she looks at him like that.

"Well-" he stops, takes a deep breath. Robin's lip twitches.

"Let it out babe. You'll feel better." She holds her hand out, twitches her fingers encouragingly.

Steve grimaces, runs his hands over his face and then jumps off the stool to his feet.

"It- it- it's just dimples! Dimples across the board Robin! I mean what am I supposed to do with that!?" He groans, his hands flailing at his sides, a habit he'd picked up from both Robin and Eddie.

"You should tell him how you feel maybe?" Robin says, he voice completely calm as she stirs her ramen slowly.

"Can you please stop suggesting that. We've established that's not a viable solution." Steve huffs, hands falling to the countertop on their small island, his shoulders tight.

"Well. No. You established that. I agreed to no such thing." Robin shakes her head, crosses her arms again.

"Steve. It's been three years. We've all lived together. For three years. You've been hopelessly in love with him. Forthree. Fucking. Years."

Steve opens his mouth to defend himself but before he can speak there's a clatter by the door and Eddie comes skidding back into the room.

"You're in love with me!?" He shouts, his eyes wide as they bounce between Robin and Steve.

"I'm out." Robin says, grabbing her bowl gently and walking away.

"Robin!" Steve calls, it sounds more like a whine but he would deny that to his grave.

"Nope." Is all he gets from her as she, uncharacteristically, gracefully dodges his reaching hands and disappears down the all into her room.

Steve turns, his mouth opening, about to apologize or backtrack or maybe cry a little, but instead finds himself with a chestful of Eddie Munson. Eddie's hands tug his hips close and then move nimbly up his sides to rest against his neck.

"Hi." Eddie says, smiling. Steve's eyes move to his cheeks, his dimples, helpless.

"Hi. I can expla- mmfph!" Eddie's lips press to his with a genlte force Steve could only associate with Eddie. His lips are soft, if a little chapped, and warm, moving gently agaisnt his. Steve lets his eyes fall closed and hums into the kiss, wraps his arms around Eddie's waist and holds him close.

"I'm in love with you too." Eddie breathes, pulls back, looks at Steve, his eyes shining with tears.

"I love you too." He breathes again, bumping his nose into Steve's.

"Yeah?" Steve asks, tilts his head and watches as Eddie dramatically clutches his chest with a teasing grimace.

"Yeah." Eddie nods, his nose scrunching. Steve bites his lip, squeezes Eddie's hips until he squirms and then pulls him close again.

"I love you." Steve says, reaching up and tucking Eddie's hair behind his ear.

"You said." Eddie sinks his teeth into his own lip and scrunches his nose again, swaying side to side, moving them both.

"Not to you. And it's nice to say it. Finally." Steve says, smiling as Eddie keeps them swaying slowly.

"Three years is a long time I guess." Eddie nods, slowly, eyes narrowing.

"What? What's that for?" Steve asks, reaching up and moving his finger over the frown lines on Eddie forehead, trailing his finger down his nose as well, making it twitch.

"Nothin just. Three years is a lot." He bites at Steve's hand as he moves it away to rest on Eddie's shoulder, Eddie's eyes move back to his face.

"But six years is longer." He mumbles it, and quickly tucks his face against Steve's neck, hugging him and holding him close.

"Wait what? Six years?" Steve frowns, tries to untangle Eddie from himself, Eddie holds on tighter.

"Eddie!" Steve huffs, manages to untangle himself and look at Eddie, who's red in the face.

"What?" He asks, sounding innocent. Like he hadn't just said what he'd said.

"Six years?" Steve asks. Eddie nods, looks at the floor.

"That was... senior year. My senior year." Steve says slowly, doing the math.

"Yeah. I was there for that." Eddie mumbles.

"I know. I just... you have not been in love with me since senior year." Steve protests, rolling his eyes fondly.

"Okay fine. Maybe not actual love. But I was infatuated. Big time." Eddie admits, rubbing at his neck.

"Dude I was miserable senior year. I had no friends. I got my fuckin heart broken. I mean I was a mess." Steve shook his head again, watched as Eddie nodded in agreement as he spoke.

"I know dude. And I know it probably says something shitty about me but... it was a good look on you." Eddie shrugged, looking sheepish.

"Misery was a good look on me?" Steve propped his hands on his hips. Eddie waves his hand at Steve, groans as he spins in a circle to get his eyes back on Steve.

"Yes man! Sorry. Not in like... ugh. I don't know. You went from pretentious douchebag to sad pretty boy. And you stopped Tommy shithead from shoving my head into a toilet one day and I dunna that sort of changed how I saw you okay?" Eddie's hands flailed, and then he clapped his hands and pointed at Steve.

"And! And and! You didn't even like... seem interested. You just told him to fuck off all nonchalant, and then you were gone, man! And then the next fucking year all that shit happened, and I saw you with the gremlins and I just... fell hard okay?" He shrugged again, rolling his eyes when he saw the grin spreading across Steve's face.

"You sat by my bed in the hospital man. What did you expect? There's only so much my little gay heart can fend off before it goes all soft and gooey." Eddie pouts at him and Steve thinks his heart might burst out of his chest.

"You never said anything." Steve says, takes a step toward Eddie.

"Yeah well. I didn't know you were into guys until very recently and I-" his hands wave at his sides, like he's helpless.

"You what?" Steve pushes, teasing now. Eddie levels him with an unimpressed look and then rolls his eyes.

"I was scared alright? Cuz if I said something, and you didn't feel the same, then I'd have ruined everything. And I don't know if you've notcied this Steve, but I kinda like having you around. And being around you." He makes a face, like it should be obvious.

"And love confessions tend to change things, between people. So I just... didn't say anything." He shrugged again, helpless again. Steve closed the distance between them quickly. Grabbing Eddie's face genlty, holding him as he stares at Steve.

"We are. So. Fucking. Stupid." Steve punctuates each word with a little shake to Eddie's head. The laugh that bursts out of Eddie as he wraps his arms around Steve and pulls him close again fills their apartment like sweet music.

Steve presses kisses anywhere he can reach, along Eddie's shoulder, up his neck, across his cheeks. Eddie finally cups his cheeks and finds Steve's lips with his own.

"Honey I love you. But if you ever call yourself stupid again in my presence we're gonna have a problem you and me." Eddie mumbles, his lips still brushing Steve's as he speaks. Steve snorts and dives face first into Eddie's neck.

"Laugh all you want sweetheart. I'm serious." Eddie assures him.

"I called you stupid too ya know?" Steve sighs into Eddie's shoulder.

"Mhm. I'm allowing that. Currently." Eddie hums, his hand rubbing Steve's back as he clings to him.

"Okay. I won't. But I do really love you." Steve says, pulls back to look at Eddie. His nose scrunches again, that giddy smile back on his face.

"I really love you too." Eddie darts forward, peppers kisses across Steve's cheeks.

"Shit. You're gonna be late." Steve says, glancing at the clock on the microwave. Eddie shrugs one shoulder.

"That's alright. They'll understand. You wanna come?" He asks, squeezing Steve's hips.

"You want me to come? To your dungeon game?" Steve lifts his eyebrows.

"Okay I know you know what it's called. That's not as cute as you think it is." Eddie says. Steve leans closer, his breath ghosting over Eddie's neck makes him shiver.

"Yes it is." Steve whispers, then licks a stripe up Eddie’s cheek, and then promptly pouts when Eddie is unfazed.

"They won't care if I come?" Steve asks, wiping at the wetness he'd left behind.

"Course not. The guys love you. And they'll be fucking ecstatic that I'm not gonna be pinning about you anymore." Eddie winks, slaps Steve's butt as he reaches behind him for his keys sitting on the counter.

"You've been pinning for me?" Steve repeats, teasing, as he grabs his shoes.

"Six. Years. Steven. Yeah, you could say I was pinning." Eddie grabs his bag off the floor as Steve tugs his laces tight.

"Alright alright. But hey," Steve presses himself to Eddie's side as they reach the door.

"They're gonna wish you were still pinning by the time we're done." Steve grabs Eddie's head and presses his lips to Eddie's cheek, hard. Eddie cackles, shoots Steve a wink as he grabs his hand, and tugs him out the door.

[boypssydisorder]

feeling them get all twitchy the closer they get to cumming mmfph

[icedemi]

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗 !

FEATURING: dazai !

SYNOPSIS: dazai almost forgot his birthday?! might as well give him a night to remember forever . . .

CONTENT WARNING(S): NSFW content , MDNI , DOM! READER , SUB! DAZAI!! overstimulation , orgasm denial , kinky sex , gender neutral reader. NOT proofread..

ᡣ𐭩

" 'samu, guess what day ittttt issss! " you cheered, eagerly awaiting his response with your hands hidden behind your back.

— " i dunno, garbage day? shit! don't tell me we forgot to take out the bin again.. " he sighed as he retrieved his phone from his coat pocket.

" ill call atsushi, im sure he wouldn't mind emptying it for us " —

" ah.. not quite.. c'mon silly, take a look at the calendar! "

he turned his head to look at the calendar and noticed the 19th marked with "BIRTHDAY" in pink pen, underlined twice with a bunch of hearts around it.

— " ah so today we celebrate the unfortunate day i was involuntarily brought into this dreadful world..." he joked, his eyes lingering on the calendar before turning his gaze to you with his beautiful brown eyes... how could he look so good talking about depressing shit?? —

" oh, stop sulking and open your gift! " you huff, shoving the wrapped present in his face with a pout.

— he chuckled as he opened his gift, a smile spreading across his face. "awh darling, you shouldn't have..."

as he opened the gift his eyes widened at what he saw inside, he picked it up to reveal a vibrator.. —

" surpriseeee! I was thinking we could pass the time before your surprise party at the agency tonight. " you giggled, hugging his waist while teasingly rubbing your knee over his bulge.

— " my mmfph– s.. surprise party huh..? god 'donna you're so bad at keeping secrets... " —

ᡣ𐭩 —————————————

you two had been at it for hours now, dazai is a complete whimpering, whiny teary-eyed mess! god how cute and pathetic he looks

he's practically shooting blanks at this point, however you don't plan on stopping one bit! infact you even brought in a blindfold and a ball-gag just for him! how sweet of you!!

ever so sweetly dragging the vibrator over his flushed pink tip, occasionally pumping his dick just to watch his gasp and beg for more, desperately thrusting into your hand for release..

... just for you to remove your hand and vibrator

— " fuck! mngh-ph.. 'd-..ah!..donna.. c-cmon don't be so mean... " —

... " y'know, naughty boys who aren't grateful, don't deserve to cum... it's a privilege, not a right.. understand me 'samu? you won't be cumming until i allow you to.. "

he desperately whined, nodding his head ever so slowly before shooting it back as you grab ahold of his cock.

— a-augh!~ nmph~ !

" yeah... you’re a dirty slut, aren’t you? but you’re my dirty slut, isn't that right 'samu..? "

... " im gonna have so much fun breaking you tonight! "

ᡣ𐭩 —————————————

AUTHORS NOTES

— yea ur getting edged !! totally not me just running out of ideas 💔

.. sigh, tysm for voting on this !! it was rlly fun to write and i hope you enjoy it 😓😓

stockholm syndrome w fyodor is coming out tomorrow or friday, just a teeny warning it contains like medical / drug kinks??? idfk he drugs you and youre supposed to like it 😭😭

also should i start writing for other fandoms like hsr?? idk about genshin since i haven't been active since fontaines release 😓. 100% inlove w lyney though.. and fremi omg he's so cute

THANK U FOR READING ILYSM

© icedemi please don't steal, re-upload or translate my work ill cry and sob my eyes out!! reblogs r appreciated and ill literally let you makeout w me /pos

[biblicallyaccuratekenny]

big shout out to kenny for making little noises

mmpfhp mmfph meep mmeempth WAHOO

[voxisdaddy]

after hours of punishing vox and edging him and stuff he’s so deep in subspace he just begs you to praise him 😕😕 i just love the idea of his bratty walls coming down and just wanting the readers approval, like being all weepy about it!! he puts up with so much shit (and gives out the same energy) for so long all day that he just wants his mommy to be nice to him 😔 mmfph subby vox just 😍😍

Tender

THANK YOU ANON I just wanna care for this lil needy brat so badly I swear <3 also I like how my name is VoxisDaddy and yet every time I write him in a sexual context, he's a subby bottom and occasional pervert lol

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Vox x Reader

Type: Headcanons + kinda rambly | Fluff

C/TW: Suggestive content, marking this 18+ because of it, needy Vox, tears, mommy kink, fluffy aftercare, sub!Vox x Dom!Reader, reader implied as fem im sorry :c

In which after hours of endless (pleasurable) torture, all Vox wants is his mommy's sweetest affections <3

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Whatever the fuck it is he did to deserve this overwhelming pleasure he's already long forgotten about. Poor baby's too fucked dumb :c

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Once you finally detached yourself from him, his legs fall limp against the bed, quivering. You could poke or accidentally graze his thigh and his legs would twitch rather suddenly. "Mommy" falling from his lips in short mumbles

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He would so panic when you get up to leave, reaching a clawed hand out to grasp at your arm desperately. He'd softly tug on your arm as he babbles almost incoherently

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You swear you can hear something about "mommy" in there somewhere—which is new. He normally used that term during or leading up to it, never after

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Though perhaps by now you already understand what he wants since this is likely not your first rodeo like this. Gently you'd pry his hand off of you and he wouldn't put up much of a fight sine he doesn't wanna accidentally scratch you. He'd look up at you pleadingly though; don't leave him :c

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ You'd have to reassure him and kiss his knuckles softly. Saying something like—"I'm just gonna go get something to clean you up baby, I'll be right back." No longer than a few moments do you come back with a damp rag and carefully run it over his quivering thighs and the surrounding area. He lets you do this, his gaze never leaving you

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Once he's all cleaned up and not feeling so sticky anymore this man will absolutely not let you leave

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ He's actually so fucking clingy, muttering into your skin about how good you made him feel and if he did a good job—asking if he's forgiven for being such a brat

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Maybe you'd contemplate this just to be a bit mean cuz he's really been unnecessarily rude lately, today being the final straw, but looking at him all clingy, teary eyed, and desperate for your love you can only sigh; "You did so good for me baby. So much self control."

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ The lights in the city didn't shut off too early this time :D

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ I feel like in his fucked dumb foggy brain, he'd silently beg to suck on your tit. Being the good boy he is, he waits for permission and goes for it—whimpers softly at your quiet praises

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Ngl I kinda see the clinging seeping over to the next day

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Like you'd be sitting on the couch sipping on your morning drink and Vox would walk over in more comfortable clothing. You'd raise a brow—he usually heads to work as soon as possible, what the hell is he still doing here? He'd wave you off, giving some kind of excuse then sitting on the floor in between your legs, resting against you as you watch tv. his arms resting on your thighs as he sits back and relaxes his sore af body

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Either takes the rest of the day off and follows you around like a lost puppy or practically clings to you as he sits in his office chair working-or maybe on your lap while you hug him from behind

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ This last one is just a personal funny thing I'm picturing and it's Vox being in a noticeably good mood that day and just giving his assistant a random ass pay bonus. Side eyeing you to see if you noticed his generosity lmao

IM SO FUCKING SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE A WEEK AND A HALF TO COME OUT ANON SVAOVBNO

Sometimes my posts get shadowbanned, I'd really appreciate it if you not only liked but also reblogged <3 no pressure, just a thought!!

[frillydolle]

Charles Smith fucking us nasty & sloppy from the back???

☺️🎀

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ mdni , brat tamer charles , nsfw ; porn w no plot , overstimulation , hes sweet tho!!

“thought you wanted this, beautiful? you were being so bold not long ago.” he murmured softly while he continuously thrusts into u in such a fast pace! u couldn't blame him, really since it was ur fault.. u have been teasing him all day! bending over in front of him, at just the right angle so he could see ur... he couldn't handle it anymore! he had to get the tightness in his jeans to losen up a little.

the four walls within the saloon could only do so much.

u whined softly as his words go straight to ur core. u were pinned down to the bed with his chest pressed against ur back, his big hands giving ur hips a small squeeze as he kept going. “n-no, i do- s' jus' too much, charles!” u babble softly, whines and whimpers escaping ur throat. didn't take u longer before he felt u squirm and move under him.

u felt every inch of him, how could u not? he was big. thick, even. one big unit of a man, too. u couldn't even remember how many times u felt the ectasy rush through ur hot, scorching body. and yet, he took the time to praise or tease u for this. “oh, i know... 'm sure you could take me, couldn't you?” he says softly before began slowing his pace which made few more whimpers leave ur soft lips.

oh god, he knew what he was doing. he always did. ur eyes were all teary from how good he was making u feel. who would've thought a big, gentle man like him would treat u in such a rough manner?? it made u insane. he'd usually hesitate since he'd rather treat u like ur an angel but a man like him could only take so much teasing. it wasn't exactly his fault, right?

u nod quickly, taking in everything he was giving to u as u felt his his rub ur sides in an almost comforting manner, yes he was rough but there was often a part of him that adored giving u the comfort u deserved. even if he usually leaves u in a whimpering and whining mess. “mmfph- 'm sorry, wont be annoyin' again, i promise!” u babble on softly. u heard him chuckle as he towers over u, bringing his face down to ur ear.

“after tonight, don't think you would ever do it again. right, pretty girl?”

[gumballavocadoharry]

Wisdom:

Harry, with his perpetually rumpled dark brown hair and kind green eyes, fussed over Yn like a mother hen preparing a chick for its first flight. Yn, equally endowed with warmth and a spirit as sunny as a summer afternoon, tried to reassure him, though a nervous tremor still vibrated in her fingers as she clutched his hand.

“Harry, darling, relax,” she said, her voice a little higher pitched than usual. “It’s just wisdom teeth. Millions of people get them out every year.”

Harry squeezed her hand back, his usually bright eyes clouded with concern. “I know, I know, but still…teeth being…extracted. It sounds rather barbaric, doesn't it?” He shuddered dramatically, then softened his expression, looking at her with an affectionate gaze that always made her heart melt a little. “I just want you to be alright, love.”

Yn smiled, touched by his unwavering care. “I will be. You’ll be there to take care of me when I’m loopy on painkillers, right?” She winked. “Think of the entertainment value.”

Harry chuckled, the sound warm and comforting. “Oh, I have no doubt there’ll be entertainment. Remembering when you had that slight cold and declared war on the pigeons in the park…” He trailed off, shaking his head with fond amusement. “I just hope the loopy version of you is as lovely as the sober one.”

“Impossible,” Yn said, her chin tilting up playfully. “Loopy Yn is a legend in the making. You’ll see.”

The morning crawled by with agonizing slowness. Harry made Yn a light breakfast of toast and chamomile tea, hovering around her as she ate, making sure she took small sips and didn't rush. He checked the time every five minutes, his anxiety radiating off him like heat from a radiator. Yn teased him gently, trying to lighten the mood, but even her own cheerful disposition was battling the gnawing anticipation of the dental surgery.

Finally, it was time. They drove to the oral surgeon’s office, Harry gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly, Yn humming softly to a pop song on the radio, trying to appear nonchalant. The waiting room felt sterile and cold, despite the pastel-colored walls and the fake ficus tree in the corner. Yn was called in after what felt like an eternity, and Harry was left to pace the waiting room, his imagination conjuring up all sorts of horrifying dental scenarios.

An hour and a half later, a slightly dazed but otherwise intact Yn was wheeled out in a wheelchair, a gauze pad bulging in her cheek and Harry rushing to her side. Her eyes were slightly glazed, but she managed a weak smile when she saw him.

“Hey,” she mumbled, her words a little slurred.

“Hey yourself, you brave warrior,” Harry said softly, taking her hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmfph,” Yn replied eloquently, gesturing vaguely at her cheek. “Like a squirrel stored nuts in here for winter. But mostly…sleepy.”

Harry helped her into the car, carefully adjusting her seat so she was comfortable. As he drove, Yn drifted in and out of sleep, occasionally mumbling incoherently. Harry, however, was completely unprepared for the full force of post-anesthesia Yn when they arrived home and he settled her on the sofa with a soft blanket and a pillow.

“Are we there yet?” Yn asked, blinking owlishly at the ceiling.

“We’re home, love,” Harry reassured her, gently smoothing her hair back from her forehead.

“Home?” Yn repeated, her brow furrowing. “But… but where are the llamas?”

Harry blinked. “Llamas?”

“Yes, llamas! The fluffy ones! They promised me llamas after the… the… toothy business.” She waved a hand vaguely in the direction of her face.

Harry suppressed a chuckle. “I think there might have been a slight miscommunication, darling. No llamas were promised.”

Yn looked deeply offended. “Lies! Big, hairy lies! They said! Fluffy! Llamas! For brave girls!” She puffed out her cheeks indignantly.

Harry knelt beside the sofa, taking her hand again. “I’m very sorry about the lack of llamas, my brave girl. How about I make you some tea instead? No llama-flavored tea, I’m afraid, just chamomile.”

“Chamomile?” Yn considered this seriously. “Does it come with… sprinkles?”

Harry had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. “Sprinkles? In tea?”

“Well, why not?” Yn demanded, her voice gaining a little volume. “Everything should have sprinkles! The world would be a much happier place with sprinkles.”

“You know what, you might be onto something there,” Harry said, playing along. “Sprinkle-infused chamomile tea it is! Hold tight, I’ll be right back.”

As Harry busied himself in the kitchen, Yn surveyed the living room with a critical eye. “This sofa… it’s… insufficiently sparkly,” she declared to the empty room. “Needs… glitter. And… and… feathers! Yes! Feather boa sofa! Genius!”

Harry returned with a mug of lukewarm tea, trying his best to keep a straight face. “Sprinkle-less chamomile tea, as per… uh… lack of demand.”

Yn took the mug gingerly, sniffing at it suspiciously. “No sprinkles,” she confirmed, her voice mournful. “Tragic. Utterly tragic.” She took a small sip, then made a face. “Tastes like… sadness. And… and… slightly damp socks.”

Harry choked back a laugh. “Damp socks? Really?”

“Yes! Don’t argue with me! I’m a professional tea taster,” Yn announced with an air of authority. “It’s my… my… calling.”

“Of course, of course,” Harry said soothingly, patting her hand. “Professional tea taster.” He decided to change the subject before damp sock tea became a recurring theme. “How about we watch a movie? Anything in particular you’d like to see?”

Yn’s eyes widened. “Ooh! Can we watch… the one with the… the… singing carrots?”

Harry racked his brain. Singing carrots? He couldn’t for the life of him think of a movie with singing carrots. “Uh… which movie is that, love?”

“You know! The one with the carrots! They sing! And… and… they wear tiny hats!” Yn insisted, her voice rising in pitch again.

Harry’s eyes widened in dawning realization. “You mean… ‘The Lord of the Rings’?”

Yn gasped dramatically. “Yes! The Carrot Rings! That’s it! You’re a genius, Harry! Pure, unadulterated genius!”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Right then, ‘The Carrot Rings’ it is. Though I’m pretty sure there aren’t any singing carrots.”

“There are if we want there to be!” Yn declared emphatically. “Imagination! Use it, Harry, use it!” She tapped her temple sagely.

As they settled down to watch the movie (which, surprisingly, Yn seemed to believe was indeed populated by singing carrots with tiny hats), Yn’s commentary became increasingly bizarre and hilarious.

“Look! There’s Carrot-do! He’s very brave for a carrot,” she whispered conspiratorially during a scene with Frodo.

During the battle scenes, she yelled encouragement at the screen. “Go, carrot soldiers! Chop those… those… broccoli monsters!”

And when the Ring was finally destroyed, Yn clapped her hands with delight. “Hooray! The singing carrots have triumphed! They get all the sprinkles now!”

Harry found himself laughing until his sides hurt. He’d expected some post-surgery silliness, but Yn’s imagination, fuelled by anesthesia, was operating on a whole new level of delightful absurdity. He watched her, his heart overflowing with affection. Even loopy and nonsensical, she was utterly enchanting.

As the movie ended, Yn’s eyelids started to droop. She leaned heavily against Harry, her voice fading to a mumble. “Harry… you’re… a lovely llama… fluffy… and… sprinkle-y…”

Harry carefully shifted her so she was lying down comfortably on the sofa, pulling the blanket over her. He watched her sleep, a soft smile playing on his lips. He may not have gotten promised llamas that day, but he certainly got a whole lot of laughter and a reminder of just how wonderfully unique and hilarious Yn was, even when her wisdom teeth were gone and her brain was temporarily scrambled.

He quietly cleared away the mug of slightly damp sock flavored tea and picked up the remote, switching off the television. As he looked at Yn sleeping peacefully, muttering something about sparkly sofas and singing carrots still, he knew this was a day he would cherish, not just for its comedic value, but for the unwavering sweetness and affection that shone through, even in her anesthetic-induced ramblings.

And yes, he decided, perhaps tomorrow he would buy some edible glitter and sprinkle it on her morning tea. Just for the sheer silliness of it, and because, well, everything should have sprinkles.

[xaeoism]

Muichiro and you get into a heated argument and it escalates Part 2 Part 3

"You expect me to believe the fact that that girl in your estate isn't some- some girl that you're cheating on me with??", you spat, venom lacing every word that came out from your mouth.

"It's true! She only came over to hang out for awhile, there's nothing going on between the two of us!", muichiro replied hastily, trying to explain himself.

You had just came back from a month long mission and decided to visit the very person that you had been missing ever since you left immediately when you returned -- muichiro. You opened the door to his estate and your eyes landed upon a random demon slayer whom you had never seen before, shamelessly flirting with him.

After she left, he came up to you with a smile as if nothing had just happened. As if some girl didn't just flirt with him. This infuriated you to no end.

"Tokito! Just how gullible do you take me for?! Do you think I'd just accept what you say, that she was here just to 'hang out' when I so very clearly saw her trying to flirt with you?", you continued as you pinched your nose bridge, anger blinding your ability to slow down and process his words.

He flinched at the tone you spoke his first name with and found himself at a loss for words.

"I only love you, ..I promise, " Muichiro said softly, not daring to look up to see what kind of expression your face has.

You looked at him and sighed in distress. "You know what? I've heard enough. I can't even find it in myself to trust your promises anymore ever since you broke the last one. If you aren't going to end things between us then fine, I will. Let's break up."

He immediately looked up, eyes widening and looking through your own as if he was searching for something, some indication that you didn't mean what you said -- that in a few moments, you'll tell him you're joking. You looked back at him with no remorse and instead, opted to walk in to retrieve the items you had left before the mission.

His eyes trailed you as you entered his room and gathered your clothes and belongings. Panic began to settle in the depths of his mind as he thought of you leaving him for good. What did he do wrong? Was he lacking in certain areas?

Just as you were about to step out of his estate, his body moved on its own. He grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him before trapping you against the wall. His eyes traveled to your lips not even a second later, his lips collided with yours. He kissed you so forcibly that it shocked you, causing you to drop what you were carrying.

"Mmfph!" You put your hands on his chest and tried pushing him away but he didn't budge a single bit. Instead, he started using even more force, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly to prevent you from trying to escape him.

You couldn't escape even if you tried. Despite being a hashira, you could never win against muichiro in terms of physical strength. You were having trouble keeping up with his pace and you were running out of oxygen quickly. You became even more desperate and started to claw at his uniform, a silent plea for him to release you from his grasp.

Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes. Using the last of your energy, you decided to bite his tongue as a final attempt. He separated from you immediately when he felt the pain from his tongue. Your face was flushed and you were panting heavily, trying to let as much oxygen flow into your lungs as possible.

He looked at you and concern and guilt flooded his whole system.

"I'm sorry! Please forgive me I don't know what came over me.", he said in a moment of panic.

You slowly made your way to his main door again, walking right past him and ignoring his apology.

"Wait, please-!", he pleaded, to which you stopped in your tracks. "I don't want to see you in front of my face again.", you said coldly, before you continued to walk out of his estate.

Muichiro stood at his door in sadness silently watching as you walked off into the distance, not even sparing him a glance. He wishes this never happened, that this is just some sick dream his mind is playing on him. He hopes that you haven't fully given up on the two of you yet because he certainly hasn't and fully intends on winning your love and affection back, no matter how long it takes because he loves you and only you.

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Request: Okay Pleaseeee can we have one where you’re walking around with his cum inside you from morning sex and it’s driving him crazy?🥵😍 @sweetllamaparadise I'm so sorry this took so long ong but I've finally delivered and I hope it's everything you hoped for bae!!!

Jake Sully x fem!human!reader

Here's part one baes! although you can read this part without reading the fist one :)

The morning starts like most others. As the golden sun shines through your bedroom window and the creatures outside in the Pandora forest call to each other, Jake is already balls-deep in your cunt.

You're moaning, gasping and shaking under him, your hands desperately trying to hold onto the bed sheets as he fucks you, slow but hard.

Your every morning wake-up call. The only reason you ever get up in a good mood. It's because of him.

Jake likes to wake you up like this. One of his ginormous hands sneaking between your thighs and touching you, pulling you out of your dreams. And then he's inside you, his cock hard and eager for your soft, velvet walls so tight around his girth.

“There you go, baby. Look at you, taking daddy's cock so well, hm?” he says, watching you, the way your eyes roll into the back of your head with each thrust.

You mewl unintelligibly, legs spread wide, pussy raw and puffy. All you can say is “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!” A never ending chant, the only thing left in your mind.

His cock bulges through your stomach, and it drives Jake insane. He presses an enormous hand down on your lower stomach, making you feel impossibly fuller. You writhe beneath him, tears of pleasure cascading down your face with each thrust. “Daddy, Daddy!”

Jake's ears are folded against his head, his teeth bared as he feels his own orgasm growing within him. He increases his pace, rocking your body back and forth with each rough thrust, the bed squeaking beneath his weight, the headboard banging against the wall each time.

“Come on, sweet, I know you're close,” he says, voice thick and husky. “Come for daddy, yeah? Come on daddy's cock, babygirl.”

You nod, mewling and gasping, legs trembling as the thick head of his cock bruises your cervix. “Daddy! Daddy! Mmfph!”

Your sounds are music to his ears. He loves the way your voice hitches as you get closer, the way you sound a desperate mess as your orgasm nears. He loves the way you call him Daddy, loves how it will echo in his memory hours after he's fucked you.

Your hands grip onto the bed sheets for dear life. Your pussy is soaked, dripping onto the bed, your slick coating Jake's cock and balls. He can't look away from the look on your face, the expression of ecstasy drawn all over your gorgeous features.

“Go on, baby. Come on daddy's cock, yeah? I know you can do it,” he encourages, his voice rough with lust, heavy with ecstasy.

You nod, trembling and sobbing in pleasure, trying to remain aware of all the electrifying sensations that rush through your veins.

And then you come. Hard and quick, an almost grotesque orgasm that has you squealing and crying out, “Daddy! Daddy!” repeatedly. You squirt on Jake, making him groan, and as your tiny cunt tightens around him, he comes inside of you.

His seed is thick and warm, sticky as it fills you up. You love the feeling of it inside of you.

That's why you leave it there all day. Gathering in your lace panties, dripping down your thighs, staining your skin, glistening beneath your skirt.

And if your coworkers see it, they don't mention it.

Jake can tell. In fact, he can't think of anything but his cum dripping out of you. He wants to fuck it back into you, leave you full of his cum, dripping and making everyone know you're his. Wants to come on your face and tits and stomach and then take a picture and film a movie. Fuck, you drive him insane.

And it's even worse when he catches a glimpse of you, sitting at your desk, one of your hands sliding under your skirt, past your panties. You touch yourself softly, your fingers dragging against your folds, inside of you, and his predatory amber eyes rise to your face. You're biting your lower lip, eyes fluttering shut as you slowly fuck yourself. And he sees his cum dripping out of you, mixing with your slick.

He can smell you. Your arousal, your slick, his own seed inside of your soaked cunt. His cock grows hard, dripping precum, and he groans lowly.

Your eyes rise to his, your body growing hot when you realize he's watching you. So you keep touching yourself, your eyes on his, and you come, shuddering, biting your tongue to keep quiet. And then you push his cum back inside of you and lick your fingers clean.

Jake has to go to the bathroom and jerk off, thinking of you, your scent invading his mind. He jerks off repeatedly, coming over and over again, rope after rope of thick seed spilling over his fingers. But it's still not enough. He's still hard the rest of the day, thinking of you, needing you.

That's why, at night, he fucks you again. Hard and rough and fast, groaning and snarling, making you whimper and mewl.

You sob through the pleasure, almost unable to take it, but you love it so much. Your back is arched, your chest pressed against the mattress as Jake fucks you from behind.

He fucks you like he'll never be able to fuck you again. He fucks you with raw passion and desire, an animalistic trait to his every move.

“You fucking slut,” he accuses, groaning as his hips slam into yours. “Touching yourself in the middle of the office, behaving like a desperate little whore.”

You whimper, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “I had to, I had to,” you cry, sobbing, tears falling down your cheeks. “I was so wet, so so wet. Just needed some release.”

He spanks your ass, watching as the flesh jiggles. His enormous hand splays over your ass, squeezing it, making you whimper. “And you didn't think of coming to me? You think you have permission to touch yourself?”

You whine, your breath knocked out of your lungs. He spanks you again, demanding, “D'you think you have permission t'touch yourself?” His voice is gruff and firm, his fingers bruising your skin as he holds onto your hips.

“N-no!” you gasp. “No, I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry, I didn't mean—”

He spanks you again, increasing his pace, groaning. “That's fucking right. You don't touch yourself. You're mine,” he growls. “All fuckin' mine. Your daddy's little slut, daddy's fuckin' toy. And if I catch you touching yourself again, I'll have to fuckin' punish you, d'you hear me?”

“Y-yes, Daddy!” you gasp, moaning and whimpering. “'m sorry.”

He spanks you again, just for the sake of it. “Have I made myself clear, slut?”

You nod, your cheek pressed against the mattress, your breasts dragging against the bed sheets. “Yes, Daddy! Yes, Daddy!”

“Good,” he grunts, one of his hands sliding under your stomach and pinching your clit. You gasp, whimpering, and he smirks. He pinches the sensitive nub until he knows he's causing just the right amount of pain and pleasure.

“Daddy!” you cry out, your body trembling, legs growing weak. “Daddy!”

The sound of his thighs smashing into your ass is loud in the room. An obscene, wet chorus that has you blushing from how fucking dirty it all is.

The pleasure in you stretches, growing, festering in your womb and spreading to the rest of your body. It's a hot, sharp sensation that makes stars dance behind your eyelids.

He keeps going. You're tiny under him, your poor body too small for his strength, his speed. And yet you take him like such a good girl. You let him fill you up, his cock sliding almost all the way into your womb.

He loves how he's too big for you, his height, his broad shoulders, his ginormous hands. He loves dwarfing you, loves the sensation of power that overcomes him when he realizes how fragile you are in comparison.

He fucks you harder. He can feel you getting closer to your orgasm; your gummy walls tighten around him, your pussy is soaked, dripping all over his cock.

Your nails dig into the bed sheets as you cry out, “Daddy, Daddy, please!”

He smirks. He likes to please you, but he just adores messing with you.

He says, “Please, what?”

“Please, need t'come,” you whimper. “Need it so bad! Mmfph!”

He fucks you until you're on the edge, ready to climax, and at the last possible second, he stops. The lack of stimulation makes you cry out in frustration.

“No! No!” You tremble as you feel the pleasure wash away, your orgasm retreating. “No! No, no, no!”

Jake chuckles darkly, smirking at you. “Is something wrong?” he teases.

You mewl, “Daddy, I need to come. Please! I need t'come so much! Mmm!”

He runs his enormous hands over your ass, caressing the gentle flesh, and then he squeezes softly.

“Please,” you continue to beg, gasping. “Daddy, please!”

He spreads your ass cheeks, exposing your small, puckered hole, and he spits on it. It makes you gasp, pressing your hips backwards in search of more.

Jake laughs softly. “Slut,” he accuses, delighted. He begins thrusting into you again, slow and hard, fucking you deep.

Meanwhile, he presses his thumb against your hole, testing the waters. And when you whisper, “Yes..,” he slides his thumb into you.

You moan at the sensation, so full of him, and it sends you into a sudden, dizzying orgasm. You gasp, whimpering as you come, body trembling, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

And Jake keeps fucking you. Harder, faster, impossibly deeper. You whimper, overstimulated, unable to do more than babble out a few incoherent words.

Tears of pleasure run down your cheeks, wetting the bed sheets below your face as you sob. And something about it sends Jake into a frenzy. He starts going faster, harder, until black dots adorn your vision.

It's the way he's filling your ass and your pussy, the way you can hear his heavy breathing and low grunts, the way his hips slam against your ass. It's the way he's so much bigger, so much stronger, so fucking animalistic. It sends you over the edge again, making you come hard, squirting onto the bed.

You whimper softly as he continues fucking you, his cock bruising your cervix as he pounds you. And finally, he comes, spilling his thick load into your raw, aching cunt. He pulls you onto your side, spooning you, his cock still inside of you.

That's how you fall asleep. And you'll wake up just like you do most mornings: with Jake already fucking you.

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