#my hands sometimes get so swollen i can't move them

[rowarn]

afab!reader, no prns, praise, edging, wet&messy, könig using ur clit as a fidget toy <3

könig, a trained lethal soldier, who suffers from anxiety. you would never know if you didn't know what you were looking for.

his biggest tell, for you, is the way he fidgets. with you.

you're like his own personal little fidget toy. his hands are always on you, kneading and squeezing your skin. most times you don't mind, you rather like having him touching you — your thighs, your waist, your butt, wherever he can get his hands honestly.

but sometimes...his hands wander. it's mindless, truly.

his eyes fixated on the tv playing some random show he decided he wanted to watch. but you couldn't pay attention, not when one big hand was shoved up your shirt groping your breasts and the other was haphazardly stuffed into your sleep shorts and under your panties.

he's toying with you so mindlessly, callused fingers sliding over your clit that has grown increasingly slippery with how wet you've become. occasionally he dips down to prod at your slick entrance.

his movements have no rhyme or reason. he's not even moving very fast. just sloppy back and forth flicks and occasionally he simply taps his fingers against the little bud that has grown so sensitive from his playing. sometimes, when something interesting happens on tv, he stops completely until the desire the fidget returns to him.

you're sitting with your back against his chest, situated between his spread legs sprawled cozily on the couch. he can't see the heated, dazed look on your face from the come-and-go pleasure he inadvertently gives you. he's edging you without even realizing it, full attention still focused on the damn tv. he isn't even hard.

that thought alone is enough to make you clench around nothing. he's really just playing with you like a little toy and that thought is so hot to you. it makes you cheeks burn in embarrassment as you continue to leak into your panties.

if you listen close you can hear with wet clicking noise that comes with his movements. your eyes roll back in your head as that sound alone has your back arching but you quickly settle yourself down, not wanting to tear his attention from the tv — he so rarely had time to settle down and just enjoy tv, you didn't want to disturb him.

the episode he's watching ends and you cast a hopeful glance up at him but he's waiting for the next episode to start and it makes you whine against your own wishes. but your clit is so hard and twitchy from being edged that it's actually hurting and you're so wet now that your panties are uncomfortably sticky.

it's your whine that gets his attention, pretty blue eyes flicking down to your face where he finally sees the desperate way you're looking at him, teary eyes and swollen lips from biting them to keep quiet. you can see in his eyes when he registers how soaked you've gotten his fingers and he has the audacity to look sheepish.

"ah, my sweet..." he whispers, ears tinged pink, "i-i'm sorry, i did not realize..."

he moves to pull his hand out of your panties and you whine again, grabbing his wrist with both hands to stuff him back down. your nails bite into his skin and he stops trying to pull away, instead pushing his hand back down and it's then that he fully resisters how wet you are.

"don't stop, please...i-i've been so close..." you pitifully beg and he takes pity on you. how precious of you, he thinks.

"i'm sorry, my love," he coos, fingers starting to work once again — properly this time with quick little circles on your clit, "i'll make you cum for being so good for me."

you can't even formulate words, instead nodding and spreading your legs even further apart, your feet on either side of his legs. he hums softly in your ear, chin hooked over your shoulder as he watches his hand move under the fabric of your shorts.

he spreads your sticky folds apart and begins to swirl messily around your clit, occasionally lightly tapping against the bud just to watch the cute way your thighs twitch at the feeling. you reach back and clutch his t-shirt in your fists to ground you. his cock throbs, churning up quickly, at the loud, wet noise of him playing with your cunt.

it doesn't take long at all before your stiffening against him and twitching in his lap as you cum with a cute little gasp of his name. he moans softly in your ear as he feels your clit throb under the pads of his fingers. you let out the loveliest moans that has his cock hardening fully against his thigh.

when you slacken against his body, aftershocks making you twitch periodically as you pant, he's tempted to stop but the fact you had sat there so sweetly and let him practically torture you while he watched his show made him want to make it up to you.

he sees the excitement in your eyes when his fingers dip lower and begin to press into you and he can't believe just how sweet you are. your so sticky and wet with the amount of cum he worked out of you with such ease.

"let me really make it up to you, my little one..."

[buckyalpine]

18+ Sometimes I get an idea in my head and you'll hear 10 versions of the same thing, word for word, I swear (iykyk). I'm sorry. Just a little in coming fluff, angst and smuttt. We're giving him the ending he always deserved. This is a mess of my brain vomit.

Sergeant Barnes who can't help the crush he has on the sweet nurse stationed at his camp, always finding ways to talk to her, even if it means interrupting her in the middle of the way, wagging his finger around the tent because he has a dire papercut.

She'll patch him up every single time with a shake of her head, telling him to be more careful and he'll say yes mam, just to be back in the same cot the next day like clockwork.

Sergeant Barnes who walks her to her quarters every evening and bids her goodnight with a tip of his hat, always a gentleman. He never misses an opportunity to hold the door open, fetch extra supplies, grinning all while she tells him to get back to his work, worried he'll get in trouble for always helping her.

Sergeant Barnes who has a flirty little mouth on him, never missing a moment to tell her how lovely she looks. She dismisses everything he says, after all there's no way he could see her that way when she's sweating, covered in grime and blood aftering bandaging up different men.

Sergeant Barnes who wonders if she feel the same way when catches a tear roll down her cheek the first time she has to sew his injures. Her hands work quick and steadily keeping a straight face until the last dressing is placed across his abdomen. He's seen her do the same thing to plenty of others, sending them on their way right after but not him. She checked over him again and then once more, insisting he rest for an additional night before he was off again.

Sergeant Barnes who didn't realize it would get this far. He only intended to kiss her, he really did but the surprised little whine she let out was too much. How could he left her go when he hands clutched onto his uniform tighter, lips parted, letting his tongue lace with hers.

He made love to her that night.

Sergeant Barnes who took his time touching every bit of her body with softness, laying her in bed and covering her with the sheet when she shyly looked away. He didn't need much more than that, happy to feel her bare skin on his while he felt her lips flutter against his neck, he may as well have died and gone to heaven.

Sergeant Barnes who doesn't rush a thing while he pumps his cock, letting his swollen head rub though her slit while letting her know much he adores her. How perfect she already is. She whispers a please in his ear and he starts to push himself inside, his length already throbbing with need.

"I know angel, I know" He coos at the gasp she lets out, his hand coming up to caress her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. "S'just me doll, s'just me you're feeling"

He stretches her slowly, after all his sweet angel has never felt anyone else. Her face hides in his neck, panting as he fully sheaths himself, cuddling her body, rubbing her back.

"S-so big, Sergeant" is the best she can get out and he has to force himself to not cum on the spot. He starts to move, holding her tighter because he didn't expect to struggle this much.

"I love you" He rasps out, it's all he can say without running his mouth, spewing all the things that were in his head. He really can't take it. His mind is working faster than he can comprehend. There were a thousand sweet things but that wasn't the issue. He bit his tongue from confessing she caused all his wet dreams, making him feel like a teenager all over again. That her pussy was so tight, he was leaking in her. That it felt too good, he felt like a virgin too, his cock was so sensitive like never before, fuck, she had to unlock her ankles that were wrapped around his waist-

"M'close" He pants, eyes locked with hers hoping she understands- "M'gonna cum, I-fuck, i'm cu-mph" His eyes grow wide in surprise when she tugs his dog tags and pulls him down for a kiss, her legs still wrapped around him, every bit of his cum filling her up.

"I love you too" she nuzzles her nose with his, relaxing in his hold as they drift off to sleep.

He holds her extra tight that night.

There was a war happening and tomorrow wasn't always promised.

Especially not when he had an assignment the next day.

-

Sergeant Barnes who dragged himself through hell and back, limping half sewn up with that cute little blush on his face cause he can't wait to see her again after months of nearly dying, losing men, the only thing that kept him going was getting to see-

Where was she?

"Has anyone seen Nurse y/l/n?" He frowned when the other nurses shook their heads as he searched, his worry increasing when he finds her things gone. He nearly sends off a search party until a close friend of hers quietly gives him an address. She says very little, only sending him off with a wink and a good luck.

He's utterly baffled when he sees the address is that of his own? Surely there was a mistake. That doesn't mean he'll waste anytime. The war was over anyway, injuries be damned, he's moving as fast as he can.

He sets off home, knocking on the door, his can't wait to find her again and he's missed his family soo much-

"Jamie!!" His sister throws her arms around his neck and he stumbles back, hugging her tightly, "Mama, Jamie's home!!" He doesn't let go of her as his mother runs to him from the kitchen, tears already streaming down her face.

"Sweet boy" She takes his face in her hands, looking him up and down. Her baby boy is back in one piece and that's all that matters.

Well, sort of.

"I missed you ma-ow!"

"I raised you better, you worried those poor angels to bits"

Angels?

He isn't given a chance to ask anything when she gives him a wack with a rolled newspaper, ushering him to go to his room, slipping something into his pocket before sending him off.

Sergeant Barnes who can't believe his eyes when he sees her again. Her pretty face. Same perfect eyes. Perfect nose. Perfect lips. All of it turns blurry from unshed tears because the only thing that was different now was a very round baby bump.

"Y'came back" Her voice melts into a sob seeing him standing at the doorway.

"I missed ya" He whispers against her hairline, kissing her repeatedly, his hands cradling her rounded belly, his little baby kicking against his touch. "M'so sorry angel, wish I was here-

"You're here now" she sniffled, inhaling his scent after waiting for him to come back, not knowing if he was hurt or alive, the thought breaking her heart. "We waited"

"Daddy's here" He kisses her tummy, holding her extra close again after months of waiting. Dreaming. Hoping.

He asks her to marry him. His ma wouldn't give him her wedding ring for just anyone.

A baby boy. 2 years later, a little girl. She asks for a kitten. They name her Alpine. Another little boy 3 years later.

Perfect.

[tsukii0002]

Imagine a Lucifer collapsing over an insignificant thing. Let me explain. Imagine that Lucifer has been under enormous stress for a couple of weeks, more intense and exhausting than usual.

In a few days he has had to deal with a group of demons trafficking in human souls in the habitable borders of Devildom; he had had to expel several students for bulling that went to the extreme of endangering the lives of the victims; a group of witches had openly threatened Diavolo for restricting the trade of certain herbs exclusive to Devildom; had stopped a rather dangerous stalker who was after Asmo (Thanks to his father that his brother hadn't found out); Mc had been attacked by a faction of the Sorcerer Society that hated Solomon; Belphie had gotten angry and taken his word away, because he hadn't made it on time to a classical music concert that the younger one had arranged well in advance. … and a lot of other things, which had been piling up on him to such an extent that he couldn't stand it any longer. And the straw that broke the camel's back, the last thread that broke the string, was the most absurd and insignificant situation.

Mc: Lucifer? Are you-

Lucifer: *draining his tears silently*

Mc: *running to his side worried* Lucifer????!!!! What's wrong?

Lucifer: I… I can't find my black embroidered handkerchief….

Mc: ?? *looking around* the one with the peacock eyes?

Lucifer: *nodding as he closes his eyes*

Mc: Well *panicking a little* don't worry *kneeling down next to him and holding his hands* I'll help you look for it.

Lucifer: *staying silent as tears stream down his face*

Mc: *seeking his gaze* …

Mc: It's been a hard few days, hasn't it?

Lucifer: *nodding without opening his eyes*….

Mc: *moving his hand to his face*….

Lucifer: *relaxing to the touch*…

Mc: It's all right now, everything will be all right *sitting down next to him* so let off some steam.

Lucifer: *hugging the human* This is stupid….

Mc noticed how their shoulder was getting progressively wetter, while Lucifer's breathing was accelerating, the few tears had turned into a silent cry. Mc tried to comfort him, he must have been overwhelmed by everything that had happened. How many times would he have been like this on his own? Because, although the brothers could sense that their brother could not cope with everything no matter how much he insisted, surely no one would have seen him like that, no one would have accompanied him in those overwhelming moments.

Mc: It's not…

Lucifer: It's a fucking handkerchief…. And yet...

Mc: It's not just a handkerchief Luci, it's important.

Lucifer: *closing his eyes tightly again* …

Mc: *caressing his back* I have an idea, let's go to sleep and when we wake up we'll look for your handkerchief together.

Lucifer: I still have a lot of things to do.

Mc: *smiling* Don't worry, leave it to me.

And so, while Lucifer slept peacefully in Mc's arms with swollen eyes, the human made a few calls. And soon after, Satan and Levi had taken care of dismantling the demons' base on the border, Beel had located all the expelled thugs and had a talk with them; Mammon had taken care of establishing an agreement with the witches without any consequences; Asmo, who already knew about his stalker, made sure that he would not be a nuisance to his family again; Solomon intervened in the warlock association and made sure that if they had problems with him they would solve them with him; and finally when Lucifer woke up Belphie was waiting for him with his freshly ironed handkerchief, accompanied by a hug.

Mc smiled, maybe if the first born would turn more to his family and friends, he wouldn't go to that extreme.

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I am strongly convinced that Devildom and the RAD have serious, serious problems. And that Mc had no idea at the beginning, they were protected from them because they were human, but that they got involved as they became more and more relevant. Sometimes they wondered how their demons had been able to carry everything, especially Lucifer.

Thanks for reading 🩷 .

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[bamfkeeper]

I heavily believe Kurt can ruin you. Tell me I'm wrong. 18+ below cut. MDNI.

There is no way he isn't capable. He has the full ability to completely ruin. Sometimes I like to think that yeah, Kurt has 'devilish' looks, does he have devilish habits/desires?? Sometimes, maybe he can't help but really fuck. To tears, but obviously good ones lol.

Warnings: Slight rough sex (in reality it's just intense not exactly rough), unprotected sex, teasing, good tears, cock warming, praise, afab reader. Not edited. Just a quick drabble. Kept it more tame than I wanted because I wrote a more dominant Kurt earlier.

WC: 1.1k

I imagine him slowly drawing out of your tight little hole before pushing back in, his tail working your body in other ways as his thick cock slowly moves in and out of you. You can feel every little detail in his dick, and it is so overwhelmingly incredible. You've never felt so good before, you didn't think it was possible.

"Kurt! Oh, o-oh my god..." you can barely speak, your lip trembled as much as your legs were, his hands holding them open while he tantalizingly moved his hips. You wanted more, to feel him thrust faster but he wouldn't listen. He wanted you to feel every single second of his cock stretching you around him. He loved to watch his dick disappear inside you.

"Shh, you're so impatient, liebe..." he chuckled softly, "Slow and sensual, right? You want to feel everything so you enjoy it....not all at once and then it's over~" he teases, still moving at a snail's pace.

He was so frustrating like this, his cheeky grin displaying his pointy canines as he pressed back into you, his cock gently pinning to your cervix each time. "Kurt, please...I-I need more from you..." Your whines were so blissful to his ears, making him shudder.

Kurt smirked at you, his tail teasingly coiled around your waist and rubbed your swollen bud, the slightest touch at this point almost made you scream. You felt so good, you just needed more. You felt tears prick your eyes, your arms shot up and wrapped around his neck as you cried out into his blue skin.

Your pussy clenched him like a vice, squeezing him like you were desperate to milk every last drop out of him. You came with him buried inside you, his cock dripping out sticky precum inside your velvet walls. You became much slicker with your orgasm, waves of pleasure washed over your body and you felt like you were floating.

He barely did anything, and he got you to that point.

On the opposite end, he grabs you tight and holds on as he pounds himself into you. He's completely driven and dedicated to pleasuring you and getting you to cum. He's pent up, so in love with you, all he wants is to make you cum around his dick. He watches your face contort with pleasure, your mouth hung open slightly as you moaned for him.

He sneaks his thumb in and presses the pad against your tongue, then tubs your lower lip. "So beautiful...you are so beautiful, liebling." he coos, his hips jutting into yours. "You make lovely sounds for me...you feel so warm." he rasped out, his tail widening your legs as his hips drive down more.

You cry and mewl for him, tears fall down your cheeks from the intensity of his thrusts and how much pleasure you feel. You can barely think, you are being loved and fucked all at once, and you never thought you'd experience something like this. "Alles gut?" he whispers, swiping your cheeks and burying his cock into you.

He kisses your damp skin, his lips brush your ear. "Das machst du gut..." his voice is deep and soothing, despite his thick cock stretching your swollen pussy, he felt incredible. "Ich bin für dich da..." he continues to soothe and praise you, even with himself being buried with each thrust he gives to you.

You can't do anything but babble at him, your body felt like it was on fire but in the best way possible. Your neck felt so sensitive, your nipples were tingling, you felt like you were floating off the bed even with him practically plowing you into it. "M-Mein Gott...you feel so, so wunderbar..." Kurt's eyes were half lidded as his thrusting became quicker and movements unsteady. He was close too, and you couldn't help but beg for him.

"Please, please, I want you inside, I want to feel you cum in me, Kurt!" you cried loudly, only able to focus on him. Your desperation was obvious, he continued thrusting into you and the slaps from your two bodies connecting filled the room. It was so slick between your legs, his pelvis was wet from your arousal and his own mixing together as he pumped himself in and out.

You were lost, in the past you had never had anyone come close to caring about your pleasure during intimate moments, and here Kurt was making you feel like you died and went to heaven. You clung on and sobbed into him, it was just so damn good.

"Ah, liebe...." he cooed, still moving into you, but cradling you a bit more. "I hope those are good tears soaking my fur," he nipped and kissed your neck and shoulder while he pressed further into you. His hips finally stuttered and he came deep into you, his cum covering your cervix and leaking into your womb. When he came, you did, and it felt like your body was exploding with endorphins.

He'd be so, so good to you after. "Oh, sweet, sweet dove...look at how well you did for me..." he cooed, lightly rocking you. He would make sure you feel loved, rubbing your back and kissing all over you. He loves on you, gently trailing all over your body and rubbing any sore spots. You were so blissed out, dizzy with pleasure, tears ran down your cheeks from the feeling. You never thought you'd feel so good. Ever.

Kurt moved his hips back, slowly going to pull out but your legs wrapped around his hips and caged him in. "No, no, don't pull out....please, stay..." you pleaded to him, desperate to hold him in you for as long as possible. He looked down at you and smiled a little, seeing just how needy you were. Not just for sex now, but for the comfort of connection.

"Of course, meine liebe..." he smiled and shifted closer, settling back in fully and holding you against him. "I've got you. I'm not letting go." he promised, peppering you with soft kisses. He'd curl around you and keep you feeling safe and cared for, and when he softened and slipped out of you, he'd clean you up and stay cuddled against you. He knows how much you need him after, and he gladly provides himself.

You're still recovering. Your bliss and high dying down and you would become incredibly needy. "What is it, dove? What do you need?" he coos, his thumb gently stroking across your cheekbone, his yellow eyes like two warm suns against his dark fur. So warm, so loving, you could get lost in them.

"Ah, I see liebling...you can't form words, that's okay. I will figure out what you need. But I assume it is me, ja? Don't worry...I am not going anywhere..." he reassures, holding you close and wrapping you in a blanket. He would remain by your side all night, never leaving for a second.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[cosmonauter]

best friend james without boundaries again!!

mdni, this has smut in it, i hope you guys enjoy it :))

sleepovers with james are the best thing on this planet, especially if you haven't seen eachother the whole day. meeting up with him after a stressful day, filled with studying and reading about different potion ingredients, is always such a relaxing feeling.

the way he whines about missing you, and thinking of hugging and touching you the whole day.

the way he cradles you to his broad and strong chest, thick arms wrapping around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

the way he begs you to sleep in his bed tonight, because he had "such a bad day without you, i need you tonight, love, i can't sleep without you!".

so of course, as his best friend, it is your duty to make him feel better, and try your best at making him forget about the bad day he was having.

-

you're lying in his bed, wearing only his shirt and boxers, humming a tune that got stuck in your head, while sirius and peter are palying chess on the opposite side of the room.

"don't you think it's a little weird, sleeping in prongs' clothes and letting him kiss and touch you like he's your boyfriend? not that i'm judging, but i've just been wondering", sirius interrupts your little tune.

you sigh, tired of answering this question every day, "no sirius, why would it be weird? jamie and i just understand eachother and we don't get weird about cuddling and hugging eachother. that's just our love language!"

"alright, if you say so..", sirius shakes his head, as if he's disappointed. maybe he made a wrong move against peter?

suddenly the door to the restroom opens, and out steps james in his low-hanging pants, that make his v-line visible. he's still wet from his shower, his abs and chest glittering from the light reflecting of the little water drops.

he swiftly moves towards his bed, tugging the blanket up and getting under it, immediately pulling you to himself.

"jamie, you're still drenched!", you squeek out.

he smiles at you and apologises, "sorry love, didn't mean to get you wet."

sirius coughs and remus' eyes widen behind his book. " oh my god, you guys are such perverts!", you exclaim, "jamie, close the curtains, i don't want to see them anymore!"

james chuckles as he's closing the bed, laughing at the gobsmacked looks on his mates faces, "good night, boys."

-

you wake up to james moving against your back, " jamie?"

he mumbles your name, while rubbing up against you. suddenly you notice, that a very particular part of him was indeed in dire need of attention. you call out his name again, and start turning around to shake him awake.

as you finally manage to wake him up, his eyes widen and you can immediately see the shame and apologies swimming in his eyes, "jamie, don't even worry about it! we're best friends, if you need something, i'm happy to help you!"

"are you sure? i don't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything", he frowns at you.

"i've never been surer, really, don't worry about it!"

-

james never really expected to be in this situation. of course he thought about it and hoped sometimes, but he never dreamed that one day, he would get to do this.

you're lying on you back, his shirt and boxers nowhere in sight, letting him rub your chest and nipples with one hand, while holding himself up slightly with the other.

"oh my god, this feels so good", he moans out, rutting his swollen cock against your bare body.

goosebumps cover your whole body, and james wants to kiss every inch of you, mark you as his, and make you forget about any other male in your life besides him.

"you make me crazy. i'm going crazy because of you, fuck", he mutters into your neck, continuing to play with your nipples, squeezing and pulling them.

you moan out his name, and james thinks that nothing on this world will ever sound that good again. "you're so good, love. you're the best friend anyone could ever ask for, oh love, i- fuuck, i am so fucking lucky."

one of your hands runs down your body, nearing his dick. you wrap it around him, and james almost loses his control. the way your hand looks so small around his tip makes him nearly cum.

"come on, jamie.. you're doing so good, you're such a good boy, thank you so much."

james blushes and hides his face in your neck. whining, he pulls some of your skin in his mouth and starts sucking.

"jamie, stop! everyone will see, they're going to know what you did to me!"

"oh fuck, i want them to know. i want everyone to know you're mine. shit, tell me you're mine", james whimpers and starts rutting against you even faster.

you moan out and he thinks, that after this night he will not be able to live his life normally anymore. "i'm yours jamie, of course i am."

james can't hold back anymore, he really tries, but he just can't. " i'm cumming, oh fuck, i'm cumming." rope after rope of his cum cover your lower body, some of it landing on your pussy.

he looks at you with wide eyes and and apologises, promising you that he's "going to eat you out so good, just wait a moment. thank you, love, thank you so much", kissing your face and lips like he can't get enough of it. and he really can't, he's obsessed with you beneath him.

his lips start wandering from your collarbone downwards, and he feels you bucking up into him.

smirking against your skin, he starts leaving little bites here and licking over your body there.

finally arriving at your cunt, he places a little kiss right at the center of it and inhales. it smells so incredibly addicting, and james is sure, that nothing could pull him away from you at this moment.

he feels blessed, he feels so good in a way he has never felt like before. he thinks this is what going mad feels like.

"sweetheart, why have you been hiding this from me? i could have had this so long ago", he moans against your pussy starting to lick into you.

this is definitely what going crazy feels like. james feels crazy, he's going crazy.

he can't describe how he's feeling right now, every little emotion inside of him mixing together, making him incapable of forming together a sentence.

"oh my god, you, you taste so good, oh fuck", james is eating you out, like it's his last meal, moaning against you and grinding into the bed.

slowly, he drags a hand up and starts teasing your little hole with one of his fingers. "baby, i'm gonna stick my finger inside, okay? i really wanna stick it inside, please baby? let me put my finger inside you?"

he's whining, he knows that he sounds really pathetic right now, but it's you, and you are his exception for everything. you are the only one allowed to see him in this postion. no one else, ever.

your legs start shaking and you clench your pussy, as he finally puts his fingers to good use. james keeps kissing and sucking on your clit, enjoying the taste of you a to concerning amount.

he knows you're about to cum, he doesn't know how, but he feels it inside of him, like a ticking time bomb.

"come on, my love. grind it out on me, yes, just like that. feels so good, fuck, i could do this all night."

as you moan and cum on his mouth, james realizes that he will never get enough of you, now that he was finally allowed to taste you.

as you finally catch your breath again, james looks up at you with a face of worship.

"you taste so good, i'm genuinely addicted to you now." he huffs against your pussy, starting to give it little kisses here and there.

he licks your oversensitive flesh, as you whine about it being "too soon, jamie, my pussy feels so sensitive, please be careful."

"just one more time, darling, i just need one more taste", as he starts up again, your poor little pussy twitching against his lips.

i hope you liked it!! if you have any tips, please don't hesitate to help me out!!

also this is my first time writing smut, so please tell me how you liked it :))

[captain-huggy-bear]

Congratulations on 1,000 followers! Can you please do Michael Kesselring + “I'm sorry I was so grumpy last night.” can I also request that the reader is pregnant in this prompt?

Dad!Michael makes me happy <3 He's also looking so good lately...don't tell Clayton. 1000 Followers Celly Currently ongoing 🥳🎉 (please read the rules) Big requests/full fic/big idea requests are closed at the moment but drabble and prompt requests are still open. Writing Masterlist

You wake to kisses being pressed across your face; little pecks to your cheeks, your nose, your chin before Michael's hand grasps your chin and pulls you into a kiss. It's the sort of wake up that has you smiling even as your back hurts and your baby kicks you like she's trying to decide whether to be in the NFL or Rugby Union.

"Morning, baby," He mumbles against your lips, sugary sweet, as you blink your eyes open to take him in. He's gorgeous in the mornings; curls across his forehead, chain swinging towards you, chest bare and tattoos on display.

"Morning..." You sigh as he leans over you, waking up a little more, smile dropping as you remember that night before, how grumpy you'd been, how snappy. “I'm sorry I was so grumpy last night.”

Michael helps you to sit up, pillows being plumped behind your back to support you as you move. Your belly making everything 10 times harder as you get closer and closer to your due date.

The grin he gives you is a little goofy, forgiving and sweet as he pulls one of your ankles into his lap, long fingers massaging the swollen area without being asked, without being told.

"'s okay, baby...you're kind of carrying an entire human in you right now. I'd probably be grumpy too." If anything his forgiveness and understanding makes you feel guiltier, like you need to explain your behaviour because you were a real terror last night and Michael's been nothing but wonderful the entire pregnancy.

"I just... she was kicking real hard last night and I was tired and hungry but I can't have half the things I'm craving because it makes me sick..." Your favourite foods had become inedible, even the smell of some of them made you queasy. An unfortunate symptom of your pregnancy and Michael had promised to bring you all your favourite foods for your first meal after giving birth.

Your eyes shift away from him out of guilt, Michael's hand stills on your ankle, "Hey, look at me."

You flick your eyes back to him, rewarded with your ankle massage ongoing, pressing into the tightness there, "You don't have to explain, I get it. I mean, I don't get it because I'm not pregnant, but I understand. You feeling better this morning, mama?"

"A little...I'm just really tired." You feel like staying in bed all day, not moving, just curling under the covers for an entire day until you feel like maybe you have some energy again.

"I know, but you've got to get your body moving, baby, the doctor said you can't be lying down too much."

"I know..." You hate that he's right. You'd been told to stay active, that not moving would make birth ten times harder on your body, but it didn't make it any easier to keep active when you were so goddamn tired all the time.

"What if you came to the rink with me? To see the boys?" He's pulling out the big guns because Michael knows you love going to the rink, you love watching practices and most of all you love the team. The guys treat you so well that sometime Michael has to remind himself that you're married to him, that he doesn't need to worry.

"Yeah?" He considers it a victory the moment you start smiling at him even if you haven't agreed yet.

"Mmm, and after at least 5 of 'em will try to buy you lunch but I'll do it because I'm your husband and that's my job," You can already imagine the scramble to pay for your lunch, the rush to hold doors for you. Each of the guys has been overly considerate of you since your pregnancy was announced, attentive to the point of overbearing like having a hockey team of brothers, uncles and fathers.

"Yeah? Subway?"

"If that's what you want or Wendy's or Taco Bell or anything you want." Michael scoots up nearer to you at the head of the bed, hand reaching out to cup your cheek and brush a few strands of your hair behind your ear.

"Do you think Logan will wear those stupid sunglasses for me?"

"Do you want him too?"

"Yeah, he looks silly in them, makes me smile."

"Give me a sec..." He's already reaching for his phone, shooting off a text message to Cools to demand he wear those ridiculous shades to make you smile. The response is quick, one word, a simple yes because Logan Cooley has no issues having a bit of fun if it makes you smile.

Michael grins at you, thumb brushing against your jaw, "Yeah, he's gonna wear 'em for you...should I be concerned that you have my entire team wrapped around your pinkie?"

"No, cause I only want you." You try to lean over to kiss him but barely move before Michael's doing the leaning for you, to ease the strain on your neck and back. You kiss him brief and soft, barely moving away, just enough so both of you can talk.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm, love you the most." You do love the entire team, but it's different, oh it's different. They're the mad group of gremlins who make you smile but you're not in love with them like you are Michael. You'd pick him any day of the week.

"Uh, so you love them?" There's that little jealous pout that brushes your lips, a reminder that Michael ultimately loves you so much that the idea of you loving anyone else even platonically sets his hackles rising.

"Well, they do buy me food..." You tease knowing he'll bite, he always does.

"Okay, but you love me most, right?"

"No doubt about it."

"Good, cause I love you the most too,"

"Even more than Logan and Josh?"

"Oh, fucking 100% more than those two idiots."

[elliefuckinwilliams]

can you write subby Abby and Ellie x reader? (It doesn’t have to be smut or anything)

oooh i l o v e this! let's make it half and half!

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abby x ellie x reader

☆ these two are a handful separately but together is a whole other hassle

☆ they're constantly in competition! who does more for you? who does it the fastest? who's the strongest?

☆ you give both of them equal amount of attention but they take satisfaction in drawing attention away from the other

☆ cuddling isss so amazing and warm! you can all sometimes overheat but everyone is to comfortable to actually do anything about it so you just all boil together

☆ lots of kissing! kissing here and there and everywhereeeee

☆ it gets the point where you tell them to cut it out and they never show their competition in front of you again...behind close doors tho is another situation

☆ " did you see how she praised me and gave me kisses when i took the trash out?" " oh yeah well i drove her to her hair appointment and we made out in the car for 30min"

☆ they act as if they aren't also dating?!?!

☆ neither one of them really adopts a dom persona when it's just them two it's just two subby masc kissing sweetly on each other

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☆ you thought sub ellie was bad?!? OH you haven't met abby

☆ she knows she's strong than you so she'll take what she wants if you don't give it to her fast enough and just take the punishment

☆ say you're fucking her missionary but you're going to slow and she wants it faster but you want her to wait she whines really loudly and just grabs your hips using you as leverage for deeper, faster thrust

☆ " why can't you just go fasterr." " abby baby be patient!" " ungghhh no! fuck- oh my god fuuuck yes please oh- yes ." " jesus fuck- abby!" ( no orgasms for a 2 weeks after that one)

☆she's literally insane when it comes to you and ellie. she's so fucking possessive and she can't even help it

☆ say you're just chatting to someone you just met randomly, they both stroll up with frowed brows and crossed arms ready to go home cause now you're not giving them any attention

☆ "baby me and ellie wanna go home now!"

☆ brats

☆ ellie is an angel when paired with abby tho

☆ she's your sweet babyyyy she does whatever you want whenever you want it

☆ abby is on punishment again so she has to sit on the corner while you give ellie head which is her favorite thing to do

☆ ellie is such a load moaner she can't even help it she just is so sensitive and always feels so good

☆" how does it feel ellie."

☆ she can't speak she's so fucked out on her 3rd orgasm in the last 30min...she also comes so quickly

☆ abby has punishments in sections 1st section no touch you or ellie, 2nd section she can touch only ellie , 3rd she can finally touch both of you and she cant cum during any of that until you say so

☆ abby and ellie are grinding softly on the couch their kisses become desperate chances to taste each other but they barely have the brain power together to actually move their lips so it's just them sharing their air.

☆ they had been at it for almost an hour, their thighs shaking and their clits throbbing. ellie had already come a few times and abby was finally waiting to get permission. there was so much friction and everyone was so soaked you could hear it as they moved around trying to keep their orgasms at bay

☆ you were perched in a chair across from them observing

☆ " please can abby come? her clit is so swollen and red." it's truee it was so puffy and pink. ellie rubbing her thumb against it definitely didn't help

☆ "i guess so."

☆ your dismissive attitude turned her on even more causing her orgasm to go through her body in a way she's never felt before

☆ she can barely say a word her eyes roll so far into the back of her head and she's overwhelmed by the pleasure

☆ her pussy clenched around nothing while ellie took the opportunity to drink up everything that was coming from abby cause her own orgasm untouched

☆ "what do you say?"

☆ "t-thank you baby"

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OH MY GOD WHO WROTE THAT?!?!

okay love you bye

[lalalychee-x]

"BEGGING" Rodrick Heffley x reader — NSFW!

Oh dear GOD I had this thought recently... PATHETIC! Rodrick Heffley drabbles. Should I make a whole series of these sorts of drabbles, because I have loadssss of this sorta thing for him in my drafts, awaiting y'all... So um, have fun!! :3

CW: fem! / afab reader, begging, teasing, "just the tip" and you're like going to sit on his lap... orgasm denial! teasing him by almost getting off of him.., Rodrick definitely uses "babe", he THANKS you for fucking him, teenager hormones, ur a little cunt for real, um... i think that's it .. word count: 886... my Rodrick Heffley playlist

♡ Rodrick talks like he's some seasoned rockstar sex god, saying he can handle anything you throw at him. ♡ That is, until you take advantage of his raging teenage boy hormones to tease him until his dick is throbbing and red. Because come on; he's a total loser and he deserves it this time! and... because you're petty as fuck.

You love him, you really do. But it doesn't mean he won't make you mad by doing stupid things. You can let it go sometimes, but not this time. And honestly? He'll be a prick about it, refusing to admit he was wrong. Deny deny deny, but if he's going to act like a dick, you're going to make him curse the fact that he's even got one.

Because you're pissed at him at the moment, and you're going to be fucking petty about it.

Like, he’s got that cocky smirk at first—“Pfft, babe, I can handle whatever you throw at me.” But then you really get into it—grinding just enough, barely letting him have what he wants, panties hanging by your ankle... and suddenly? That smirk is gone. His hands are gripping your hips, his head is tipping back, and fuck, he’s actually whining.

“Babe—babe, please, c’mon, I—shit, you’re killin’ me here."

And ohhh, you love seeing him like this because you're not used to it; he's lazy and careless, taking what he wants, all consequences be damned...but now? All flushed, squirming, fingers twitching like he needs to touch you but like he knows and CARES that he’ll get punished for it.

“I swear—fuck, I swear I’ll be good, just—just let me have you, babe. Please.”

He's begging with his hands on your arms, rubbing them shakily.

You don't even think it's worth replying—watching him have to bite his fist as you sink down just an inch. And only an inch, your cunt drooling over his tip. And only his tip.

With just the tip inside you, sitting all pretty in his lap like you don’t have a damn clue what you’re doing to him? Fuck, you're going to kill him.

His hands are gripping your thighs so tight you swear there’ll be bruises, his head thuds back against the headboard, and this broken, frustrated groan rips out of him—

“Oh, fuck you, babe.”

“What’s wrong, rockstar? Thought you could handle whatever I threw at you?”

Oh you LOVE calling him that. Using his little wannabe-dream to either boost or fuck with his ego.

His breath shudders, his whole body tensing, and fuck, he looks wrecked—eyes blown wide, brows pinched together, mouth hanging open... He'd thrust up into your pussy if he could but his hips wouldn't do anything but a weak little stutter.

“Babe, I—please—just—”

Oh, now he’s polite? You hum, rolling your hips just slightly, making him twitch inside you, and he chokes on a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper

“You wanna finish that sentence, Rodrick?”

God, he can't. He's not even religious but he thinks he's seeing the pearly gates at the moment.

You tilt your head, pretending like you have all the time in the world. Because you do and you're going to make sure he knows that.

“C’mon, Rodrick. You wanna move? You wanna be all the way inside me?”

He nods frantically, his head knocking back against the headboard, with his tip so swollen and leaking that it aches.

But you tut, curling your fingers slowly around the neckline of his shirt.

“Then ask nicely.”

And ohhh, the frustrated groan that rips out of him—like he wants to fight it, like he hates that you have him like this, but he’s just too fucking weak for you. His pride is crumbling, melting away under the sheer need building up inside him.

He gulps, his throat bobbing, his voice a wreck when he finally breaks.

“Please.”

Just a whisper at first, so shaky, so raw. But when you don’t move, when you just wait, watching him with that smug little smirk—he cracks.

“Please, baby, please—fuck—just—just let me move, let me fuck you, I need it so bad, I swear I’ll be good—just, please—”

You thought that was enough, slowly sinking down onto his dick, wrapping his it with your cunt. Again, he's not religious, but he's certain he's actually in heaven now.

His back arches off the bed, his head pressed against the headboard with his fingers digging into your thighs like he's grasping at you not to stop. And fuck, when you start moving, he can't get enough of your pussy. Like he's savouring it as if you're going to take it away.

And then—

“Oh, thank fuck—thank you, oh my god—thank you, baby, fuck, fuck—”

He’s not even thinking, the words just pouring out of him, and you genuinely have to pause.

And you know—you know he has zero idea what he’s saying, completely pussy-drunk with the way you slowly slide up and down his dick.

And you? You just raise your eyebrows, rolling your hips on his lap to bounce ever so slightly, making his whole body twitch beneath you.

“Did...did you just thank me?”

Rodrick freezes.

His eyes snap open, the hazy pleasure in them instantly replaced with pure horror.

And the way his whole face flares red? Priceless.

“I—fuck, I—” He stammers, his voice higher than usual, his hands gripping your waist as if to stop you from teasing him about it—

And he whimpers. Genuinely swallows his pride as he begs with his eyes for you to keep moving.

And you do. You make sure his eyes haze over, watching himself slide in and out of your cunt, wet lewd sounds that make his head spin and his cock twitch inside you. God, he's so whipped, whispering sweet little nothings to himself as he lets you fuck him.

God, he's never going to piss you off again.

♡ Please do not modify, steal, plagarise or post on other platforms without asking. Thank you!

[mistywaves98]

plsplspls nerdy looking & virgin reader and cunty scara 🙏

This req is short but I love it ❤❤

✧･ﾟ:* ->Popular! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Cunnilingus, Slight Public sex(?), Praise, Petnames (good girl, doll)!

Decent grades, large friend groups, money, favouritism among teachers, looks to die for... Scaramouche had it all and he basked in the attention he received. But then there was you, his polar opposite. Aside from being a top student, there were a lot of things that you two didn't have in common. With you being a social outcast, preferring to bury your nose in a book than mingle with others. Not to mention those oversized clothes and weirdly large glasses that somehow framed your face so perfectly.

Scaramouche had only really noticed you when you both were paired up for a project and in that time he couldn't deny that he'd grown a sort of attraction towards you. You were just so goddamn cute in his eyes, so quiet and timid and pure...so corruptible... He'd be lying if he said that he didn't jerk off to the image of those wide eyes staring up at him so cluelessly whenever he talked to you. Or the way your skirt would sometimes ride up a little too high as you sat on his bed, giving him a peek of your panties.

Even after the assignment was handed up, Scaramouche found himself still seeking you out just to be in your company. It was then he realized that you seemed to develop a little thing for him too, getting nervous and overly jumpy whenever he'd enter the room, trying to hide your blush with one of your books, stuttering over your words. and goodness did it make him only crave you more. He finally decided to corner you in the library one day, getting a bit too close as his hands slowly roamed your body. Going lower and lower till they were tugging your skirt down.

And that's how you found yourself getting tongue fucked in a secluded part of the library. Your face was flushed as you sat on the chair which was now a mess of your arousal. One hand covered your mouth to muffle the noises he coaxed out of you, the other tangled in his indigo locks as you tugged him closer, desperate for release. Scaramouche absolutely lived for the sight above him, your sweaty body illuminated under the bright lights of the library adorned with your untidy clothes and disheveled hair.

The way your glasses slipped down your flushed face as you hesitantly met his eyes was absolutely adorable. It only made him want to make you squirt all over his face even more as he increased the pace of his tongue, the wet muscle delving into the tight depths of your gummy walls. His pleased groans vibrated against your sensitive folds, making you throw your head back in bliss as your nails dug into his scalp.

"Mmh... You're close, aren't you, doll? Look at you, falling apart on my tongue like this. You're so fucking cute when you try to keep quiet... But you can't because I'm just making you feel sooo good, aren't I?" Scaramouche drawled in a teasing tone, smirking against your cunt as he saw how it flustered you. He moved his mouth to latch on to your clit instead, plush lips engulfing the swollen bud as he sucks and licks at it feverishly while simultaneously stuffing your drooling pussy with two slender fingers.

The change in pace had your back arching, a loud whine slipping out as your eyes went glassy with tears. He was right, you were going to cum soon. Scaramouche gripped your thighs and threw them over his shoulders, relishing the way they squeezed his head when you did. His digits pumped in and out of you at a reasonable speed, occasionally curling to hit that spot that made you see stars.

It was getting harder to keep your noise on the low, with you practically biting your arm to try and distract yourself. Scaramouche noticed and lightly scraped his teeth against your clit, that little bit of added stimulation sending you over the edge as your eyes rolled to the back of your head while moaning a little louder than you would have liked. You came all over his face, drenching it with your juices. Scaramouche smirked as he pulled his mouth away from your pussy but not before pressing a wet kiss to your clit.

He pushed himself up on his knees, getting closer to your face as he took in your fucked out expression,"You're such a good girl, squirting all over my face like that. You taste absolutely divine..." He used a finger to smear off some of your cum from his face, making a show out of sucking it off just to see you get red in the face again. Then he stood up and switched your places.

Now you were on your knees in front of him while he sat on the chair that was now soaked with your essence. You got a great view of the very noticeable bulge in his pants, a damp spot already forming as he grinned down at you. Scaramouche carded a hand through your hair delicately, desire swirling around in those dark eyes of his as he said in a deceptively sweet tone,"Hmm, I wonder what people would say if they heard the nerd was sucking off the popular kid in the library?"

[satorusluver]

Duke!Nanami x maid!reader

Minors DNI

This takes place in the same AU as my Prince Gojo drabble (except the reader isn't with both of them, idk think of it like otome routes lol)

Word count: 700 ish

Tags/warnings: oral (f receiving), male masturbation, uhh idk I can't think of any others I'm tired lol

The difference between Duke Kento Nanami and Crown Prince Satoru falling in love with a servant girl is that Kento wouldn't dare risk getting you pregnant. He is practical, mature, and most of all, selfless. He knows it would ruin your reputation and leave you a single mother because he could never be with you officially, and he could never risk doing that to his precious girl.

So instead he settles for sneaking you into his room (something that's easier for him than it would be for the prince because he isn't nearly as important as the future king) late at night for...less risky activities. Kento's bed is softer and more extravagant than anything your commoner body has ever experienced, with downy feather pillows and sheets of satin embroidered with gold trim, and he often lays you down on it and spreads your plush thighs to feast on your cunt like it's the finest dessert, until your legs are shaking and your cum stains those expensive sheets. Kento is a giver, not a taker. Of course, he enjoys letting you please him with your hands or mouth. But ultimately, your pleasure is his pleasure, and he's quite content with making you fall apart on his tongue.

Occasionally, though, he'll allow himself to indulge a little, rubbing his swollen cockhead through your slick folds, grinding the underside of it and against your overstimulated clit. But even he sometimes struggles with his self-control. One time he shifts a little too far back and the tip of his cock ends up right up against your entrance, just barely pressing into it. Kento clenches his jaw and digs his fingers into the sheets, imagining how good it would feel to be completely enveloped in you, to feel your tight walls hugging and squeezing his cock, to finally be one with you like he's always dreamed of.

Kento's eyes flick to your face, to your blissed out expression, your ruddy cheeks, your parted lips, your glossed over eyes and the sheer desire radiating off of you. And he knows he could do it, he could just slide his achingly hard length into your warm, welcoming cunt and you wouldn't stop him. And he takes a deep breath, and then he just....pulls away and rolls over next to you on the bed.

You ask if he's okay, and he says yes, he's fine. You ask him if he wants you to do something to help relieve the ache in his throbbing cock, and he says no, he's fine, and that he thinks it's best if you go ahead and return to the servants quarters now. You look up at him, your head tilting in confusion and your eyes filling with worry. So he presses a kiss to your temple and reassures you that everything really is alright, that he's just getting a headache - and besides, the longer you stay, the more likely someone will notice you missing from your bed.

You still seem a bit hesitant, but you redress yourself and leave his chambers with one last glance back at Kento, who gives you a warm, reassuring smile. And the moment you're gone, Kento throws his head back against the pillow with a pained groan, his hand slipping under the sheets to grip his cock tight - as tight as he imagines your sweet pussy must be. He strokes himself from base to tip, eyes closed and pretending it was you moving up and down on him, remembering the heavenly sounds you made as you came on his tongue and wondering if you'd make those same sounds when you came on his dick.

The sight of your naked body is still fresh in his mind, helping him hurdle toward his climax with each increasingly desperate pump of his hand. And when he cums, he cums hard, moaning out your name and fucking up into his first as the pearly ropes of his thick release spill over onto his hand and abs. And when the exhaustion sets in as his high begins to fade, Kento breathes a sigh of relief that it's only him who has to deal with the aftermath of his pleasure.

[holybibly]

You know what we need? More chapters of my little empress. 😭🥰

Your wish is my command. Unholy thoughts of the day: The Black Swan of the Empire - The great General Kang Yeosang finally gets the chance to show his beautiful Empress how much he adores her. Or Yeosang fuck you deep and sensual in the rays of the rising sun as your majestic, divinely beautiful husband watches.

Yeosang has waited a long time for the moment when he can really show you how much he adores you, and when he finally gets the chance, he doesn't plan on rushing with you. He fucks you sensually and slowly—he pushes the whole length of his thick cock deep into you, right down to the base, until his heavy balls are pressed against your plump, soft ass cheeks; sometimes he just inserts the head of his cock into you and pulls it out painfully slowly, watching as the mushroom-shaped, reddened flesh is left with shiny traces of your slime coating it with a sweet glaze.

His eyes roll back in pleasure, his mouth parting in a low, throaty moan as he feels you squeeze around him, trying to keep his cock in your tiny cunt. You collapse so beautifully on his cock, leaking sweet juices for him, that he desperately wants to lick off from your pussy, your beautiful, tight, emperor pussy, still dripping with viscous Seonghwa's cum after he's fucked you before. With every thrust of his cock, he could see the milky, sticky liquid sloshing around where he was stretching the delicate edge of your hole.

"Uh, huh… I… I… it feels so good… your Majesty…" He moaned. " You are so fucking amazing, my beautiful Empress, your cunt is taking me so well.' He says. Yosan thrusts into you with all his might in one deep thrust, as his hand cupping your large, heavy tit, which is dotted with the purple and pink hickey marks of Seonghwa. " I'll feed your pussy so well with my cum, feed it so well. Make it sticky and full, fill it up to the brim until your belly is bloated with it, my Empress."

You shriek into his ajar mouth as you feel the light touch of fingers on your clit. Seonghwa lazily strokes the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves with his fingertips, smearing your mucus over it and stimulating you further, causing the silky walls of your cunt to tremble and close tighter around Yeosang's cock.

"Look at you, my star; your pussy takes Yosang's cock so well. Do you like the way our handsome general fucks you, hm? You're so wet for us. Who would have thought that a beautiful lady would enjoy the feeling of another man deep-fucking you while your husband watches? I can see the remnants of my sperm spilling out of your hole with every move he makes, my star. So tempting, I want to try it." Yeosang lets out a deep moan in response to the crude and vulgar words the Emperor was saying. He continues to fuck you while Seonghwa tortures your clit, rubbing it in tight, aggressive circles.

The squelching of your wetness, Yeosang's pre-cum, and Seonghwa's sperm as the big, velvety girth of the magnificent general slid in and out of your tight hole was loud and disgusting. Seonghwa was mesmerised by the way your pussy clung to thick, moist Yeo's cock and how the slightly stretched edges of your vagina trembled each time he fully came out of you. 

"Your hungry cunt swallows my cock so well, my little empress." The low growl in Yosan's voice gave away the more sadistic part of his personality as he began to enter you harder, slamming his hips against your arse, making your delicate skin tingle and blush. He savoured the way your eyes filled with unshed tears from the overwhelming sense of pleasure he and Seonghwa were giving you now and the loud, squelching sounds your cunt was making around him. "I can't wait to feel you on my tongue. I want you to fill my mouth with your sweet goo as you come for me."

You found it hard to speak, the hot excitement flowed under your skin, making you helpless and pliable to them. Suddenly, Seonghwa's fingers left your clit and you watched as your stunningly handsome husband crawled across the bed until he was kneeling behind Yeosang.

He looked sinful, one side of his snow-white silk robe was completely fell off one shoulder, his long pink hair was dishevelled and slightly stuck to his damp, flushed cheeks, his dark, bottomless siren eyes were completely focused on your pussy as he stuck out his tongue and ran it sensually over his swollen, kissable lips. You could see how heavy and hard his cock was hanging between his slutty thighs as the hem of his robe fell open. The rumours were true - your husband's sexual appetite was insatiable and deep.

Seonghwa wraps her graceful arms around Yeosang's waist, pressing her chest against his back and resting her chin on his shoulder. The contrast between them is striking - predatory and dark Seonghwa and divine and heavenly Yeosang, like an angel and a demon, hungry for your soul. Seonghwa's lips curl into a lustful grin as he presses them to Yeosang's ear and whispers hotly.

"Why don't you do it right now, my magnificent general? My beautiful black swan. Her pussy is so silky and soft, you'll love to feel it with your tongue. And God, she tastes so good, like heaven, you won't be able to tear yourself away from her". Seonghwa runs his long tongue down Yeosang's neck, pressing on his pulsing, bulging veins, making the handsome general moan lewdly and you feel his cock twitching inside you. "I order you to eat her now Yeosang, you can come in her later, I want to see your tongue fucking my beautiful wife's sweet little hole. Let her squirt all over your angelic face."

"Fuck, yes... I'll show my empress how much I love her." He pulls out of your pussy, leaving your used hole trembling and clenching around the emptiness. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before slapping it against your soft, smooth folds, rubbing it against your clit a few times, causing you to cry out and arch your back and pushing your pussy closer to him. "That's it, my love; moan for me; let me hear how much you like it." Yeosang dips the thick, swollen head into your entrance one last time before pulling away from you completely.

Seonghwa lets go, allowing Yeosang to reposition himself and sit comfortably between your legs. The general's strong hands spread your legs wide apart, pressing down on your plush thighs and holding them still. Your cunt is completely exposed—juicy and delicious, like a real gourmet delicacy. Yeosang lets out a stream of drool, enjoying the sight of it landing on your pussy and flowing between your folds.

"Please...please, Yeosang, Your Majesty, I beg you."

"Hmm, are you begging now, my star?

How can we refuse you when you beg us so sweetly? Make her come, Yeosang; make her squirt." Seonghwa presses down hard on the back of Yeosang's head, as Emperor burying his beautiful angelic face in your cunt.

Yeosang growls, rubbing his face against your wet emperor pussy, smearing your slick all over his cheeks and chin, his tongue roughly and insistently spreading the tender, wet folds of your pussy, licking you shamelessly, noisily lapping up all your juices as if he can't get enough of them. He wants to be your perfect, obedient boy. His beautiful face rubs against your cunt, desperate for your praise. The sounds of his enthusiastic sucking and swallowing are loud and clear. He drinks your pussy like it's divine ambrosia.

Seonghwa moans, opens his robe completely, and wraps his hand around his hard, velvety cock, stroking it lazily as he watches Yeosang pleasuring you. His other hand is still guiding Yeosang's head, occasionally tugging at his long strands of black hair, causing the general to moan into your folds. His pink, kissable lips are pressed possessively against your swollen clit as his tongue slides over it repeatedly, heated and insistent. The vibrations of his own moans and sobs excite you even more. As his tongue penetrates your vagina and he licks the pulsating walls greedily, you come, splashing wetness all over Yeosang's face.

"Yeosang... Oh God, it feels so good..." You squeal loudly, writhing in Yeosang's arms.

The sight of your juices squirting out of your sweet little hole makes Seonghwa growl like an animal, his eyes completely clouded with dark, demonic lust as he pulls Yeosang's head away from your cunt and pulls his face down to his own, greedily licking your cum from his cheeks and mouth.

As soon as he seems to be satisfied, Seonghwa pulls away from him, only to press down his own forehead against Yeosang's wet one.

"Fuck her now, Sangie, breed her magnificent pussy."

[monster-disaster]

I am fully obsessed with Diman the dragon and saw that requests are open so I thought I'd shoot my shot and ask for more of him!!

I love the smut but I also love how domestic he is with the reader <3

I think it'd be so funny if he were all disappointed that the reader didn't lay any eggs after their sex marathon and she's like "diman, babe, light of my life, man/dragon of my dreams, humans don't lay eggs, they get pregnant"

Their dragon hybrid kids would be the cutest I know for sure that poor girlie would get knocked up with triplets lmfao

dragon!Diman x human!Reader Good to know: pregnancy

Previously: [dragon] Diman [dragon] Diman +1 [dragon] Diman + NSFW Alphabet

"Don’t stare at me." Your voice comes out sharper than you intended, laced with a frustration that isn't entirely fair. You can't explain it entirely either.

"Sorry, love," Diman replies immediately, but the weight of his gaze remains. His steady attention presses against your skin, warming you up from the inside out.

"Diman!"

You hear the rustling of the nest as he shifts. His claws scrape against the rough stone ground, and you can feel the weight of his steps underneath you.

"Yes, love?" he asks, amused. He nudges your back gently. His exhale ghosts over your neck, raising goosebumps along your spine. As an answer, his child stirs inside you. Your hand snaps to your swollen belly with a gasp, feeling them kick and stretch.

"Oh," you breathe, eyes widening as another little nudge ripples beneath your skin. "They are awake."

Diman hums. The deep, rumbling sound makes the air vibrate around you. His massive form leans over you, casting a shadow that dims the firelight in front of you. Then, with all the tenderness of a devoted mate, he nuzzles into your belly where his child moves.

A deep purr breaks free from his chest, seeping into your bones. "Mummy is too hungry, huh?" he teases. "Can’t sleep next to that grumbling stomach."

"Hey!" You gasp, scooting away slightly with a glare. "I can’t help it! The midwife’s visit lasted longer than I thought!"

Ever since your pregnancy became obvious, Diman has had no trouble tracking down people; old friends, acquaintances, or those who owe him favors, to ensure your comfort. The midwife’s visit today was the final one before you give birth, a last check to confirm that you and the baby are healthy and that everything is ready. She was thorough, taking her time to examine you, ask questions, and reassure you with a gentle smile. By the time she finally left, after Diman's endless questions, you were tired and hungry.

"That’s a good thing," your dragon reasons. "It means she is thorough."

He is not wrong. The midwife knows exactly how to handle him, wherever they first met, she is not the least bit intimidated by his size, his growling, or his endless barrage of questions. If he gets too overbearing, she puts him in his place with a sharp tongue and a firm hand, something you are more than grateful for. Diman can be a lot, especially now that you are so close to the finish line.

"I know," you sigh, giving the stew one final stir before pouring yourself a generous portion. The rich scent of spices and freshly baked bread fills your nose, making your mouth water and your stomach give another impatient growl.

Without hesitation, you scoop up a steaming spoonful, then groan with satisfaction. "So good!"

You don’t have many cravings, but red meat has become your weakness, something you’d almost be willing to kill for. Well, not you, but Diman. The dragon has taken it upon himself to go out every few days, hunting and bringing back anything that can make you and your baby more comfortable. You are spoiled. Utterly, shamelessly pampered in a way you have never been before, and while you hate to complain, sometimes, it’s a bit much.

Like right now.

"You are still staring," you grumble between bites.

Diman doesn’t even flinch at the accusation. If anything, his eyes gleam with even more warmth. He can't help it. There’s something mesmerizing about the way you sit curled up by the fire, bathed in its golden light, wearing one of those flimsy but comfortable dresses that drape loosely over your form. You can’t sit still, not with the constant ache in your back, but the moment you take that first bite, tension melts from your body. Your shoulders loosen, and Diman watches, utterly transfixed.

"Sorry," he murmurs, though you both know it’s a lie. He isn't sorry. Not in the slightest.

Something primal and urgent stirs in his chest. Seeing you like this, comfortable, warm, and well-fed, ignites something deeper than just affection. It’s instinct. He needs to do more. He has to hunt again, bring back more food, and find the midwife because what if she missed something and-and-and-

"Diman." Your voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts. "I need you here," you groan, reaching behind yourself in an attempt to straighten your aching back. Your already half-empty plate is in your other hand.

"Of course, love." His words are followed by a rustle of movement. His scales drag over the floor, and after a second, you feel his long tail curl around you, pressing firm and warm against your back. It holds you steady, supporting you exactly where you need it. "Anytime," he adds with a hum, settling down beside you. He positions his body just the right way to keep himself between you and the entrance of the cave, even though nobody could take a step inside the mountain without his knowledge.

Silence settles between you, thick with warmth from the quiet crackle of the fire. As you finish your meal, you let yourself sink back against Diman, his body a steady wall of strength behind you. One hand rests on your stomach, fingers tracing slow, soothing circles over the swell of your belly. Any irritation from before has long since faded, replaced by the deep, steady comfort of his presence.

"What?" you ask, a smile tugging at your lips as you watch him still watching you.

Diman exhales, and for once, there is no teasing in his voice, no playful remark. Just raw honesty. "You are the best thing that ever happened to me," he murmurs. "You and the little one."

The words land deep. Your breath catches, and before you can stop them, tears spill down your cheeks in hot streaks.

Your throat tightens as you let out a shaky sniff. "Now you did it! Who knows when I will stop crying again!"

Diman grins, unbothered by your outburst. He nudges your leg with his snout, both affectionate and teasing. "It's fine. I better get used to all the crying before the baby arrives."

"Oh, shut up." If it weren’t for the way your voice breaks, you are sure you would sound more annoyed, but instead, the words come out soft. Fond. Completely ruined by your love for the oversized lizard next to you, all around you.

[megwritesriddles]

Mike Schmidt NSFW Alphabet

18+ MDNI!!!

A/N: I can't believe how carried away I got with this... can you tell I think about Mike Schmidt a lot...? Also I know I said I wasn't gonna post until maybe June but procrastinating my uni work is a hell of a drug... this time I'm disappearing fr... maybe…

Word count: 4.4k words (omg)

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Warnings: fem!reader, period mention, breeding kink/pregnancy mentions (only as fantasy), slight degradation, Mike is bad at feelings, somnophilia (mentioned once in no detail rlly), some pervy behaviour.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I love the guy, but I don’t think he’s great at this. He’d just kinda roll over, maybe keep an arm around you if he’s feeling it. After you’ve been together/hooking up for a long time, I think he might memorise your post-sex routine enough to make sure you have a glass of water on the nightstand beforehand and sleepily remind you: “Aren’t you supposed to go pee or something babe?” in a gruff voice. He’s not pampering or bathing you, but might sit in the bath with you if you run one, and won’t object to holding you in it. If he hurt you in any way, he would apologise and pad away to get you a bag of frozen peas to hold on it. But I can’t really imagine kisses on the boo-boo or cooing as his vibe. It’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s just who he is.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think he takes pride in his arms. He’s not crazy buff, but he’s in shape and has some muscle definition in his arms from his daily push-ups and all the manual labour jobs he’s had to work over the years. He preens whenever he catches you looking at his biceps, going especially crazy if you mention something about them. He likes to show off his strength to you, both in sexy ways, and more mundane ways like coming to help you move furniture. He loves to feel useful, like he’s actually adding something to your life, this is a way he can feel that objectively.

This man is an ASS MAN, I’m sorry but you cannot convince me different. Sure, he likes your boobs, he gets hard when you lean over to grab something and your cleavage is right in his face, but your ass is something else entirely. Obviously he thinks it’s sexy, but he also just likes to rest a hand on it, softly rubbing or squeezing as you stand together in his kitchen or lie together on the couch. He might even be the kind of guy to have a hand in your back pocket in public, although really he’s a bit too reserved for that. He thinks about it, though. Wear some form-fitting clothes or bend over in front of him and you can have him eating out of the palm of your hand (or somewhere else)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I always headcanon Mike as having a breeding kink… idk why. He doesn’t want kids, he has his hands full and wallet stretched thin enough, but he definitely does love to cum inside of you over and over and push his cum back inside of you when it drips out. Sometimes, he might even make comments about how you’d look with a belly swollen with his seed, but quickly regrets the thought once the sex is over. It’s just a fantasy about you, not about actually becoming a parent, he basically already is one.

You better be on the pill or some form of birth control, because he’s feral to come inside of you. If he ever has an opportunity to get a vasectomy (idk how he would but just humour me), he definitely would get one so you two can play about without risk.

If he’s not coming inside of you, I think he’d want it to be in your mouth. He finds it very hot when you swallow everything he gives you, loving when a bit of cum drips down your chin. This will mainly be reserved for quickies though.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Imagining there are no evil animatronics in the equation, he would 100% want to chase you around the abandoned halls of Freddy’s while he’s meant to be working. He’d give you a head start, then chase you down, pinning you to the floor and having his way with you. As much as he plays annoyed, he loves it when you manage to get away halfway through and make him chase you again, both of you laughing from the excitement and adrenaline. He grabs you once more, nipping your neck as you giggle breathlessly. He growls softly, though he can’t keep the amused smile off his face, “I have you now, little bunny,” (or whatever nickname you find hot for this scenario, he’s adaptable).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Mike can only go one of two ways in my head.

1. He’s basically a virgin. Maybe, had sex once or twice with like a high school girlfriend between when he was kind of healing from the Garrett thing but his parents were still alive, but that’s a big maybe because was he ever healing or acting well-adjusted? probably not. So between being a traumatised, stunted teenager and then an even more traumatised adult who spends all the time he’s not working caring for his little sister, he has no time for dating and struggles to open up to anyone anyway. If he has any experience, I totally see him as being in a multiple year long dry spell by the events of the movie. So very limited experience.

2. Or! Any time he’s free, he goes to a bar and finds a woman to hook up with as a way of coping and keeping his mind off of things. He’s handsome and has a brooding quality about him that works in his favour picking up these women, and he’s never rude or unkind. In fact, honestly, he might hope that each of these hook-ups turns into true love, but of course they don’t, because he can’t be normal about relationships and drives everyone away, unconsciously or not. So he tries again the next week to the same result.

I usually lean towards 1. but I can kind of see either. Either way, he doesn’t have experience with healthy relationships, and if he has any sexual experience, it’s limited to tipsy one night stands or teenage fumbling, so he needs some training when you come along.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary… doggy… cowgirl… all the basics… but you know what he loves? SPOONING! Wrapped around you and pressed against your back while watching a movie, don’t be surprised if he’s pushing down your sweatpants and slipping inside of you in that position. He loves doing it like that on his couch, or even in bed on a rare lazy morning, his lips trailing up and down your neck and shoulder, his chest warm against your back, his arms wrapped around you tightly, one hand sneaking down your tummy to your clit. He loves it. It gives you the perfect opportunity to tease him when he climbs behind you into bed after his night shift, pressing your ass back and wiggling it against his crotch until he gives in and pulls your sleep shorts to the side for a sleepy fuck. To him it’s like cuddling, which he already enjoys, but with benefits. And he doesn’t have to worry about the faces he’s making, which he feels a bit embarrassed by no matter how many times you say it’s hot.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s serious, teasing or self-deprecating when you’re just making out and he’s lamenting how fast you got him hard again, or teasing you affectionately for being a ‘needy slut’ as you grind back against him for the second time that night, or he finally pins you down against the floor of Freddy’s, but during the deed he is focused and mostly quiet other than groans and grunts.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don’t think he grooms down there. He washes well so he sees no problem, maybe trimming if it’s causing any sort of issues. He’s not a person who cares much about appearances or presentation, so as long as it’s practical (clean) it doesn’t have to be pretty. He doesn’t care what you’ve got going on down there, as long as you also keep clean. In fact honestly if you were clean shaven or waxed, I think he’d talk you into going natural because ‘who has the time or energy?’. A little hair never stopped him from enjoying his favourite meal anyway.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Depends what your relationship is. I think he can be quite quick and detached if you’re just hooking up, whether it’s natural to him that way or he’s forcing himself to act cool is a different issue. So when he’s starts cradling your cheeks and saying how pretty you are during sex, instead of his usual gruff and clipped dirty talk, you’re immediately suspicious that he’s developed feelings, despite his own obliviousness and confusion when you try to confront him about his change in behaviour.

In a relationship he’s a bit softer, but still more closed off than most. He’ll say you’re beautiful and he loves you, then blush, even if he’s said it a hundred times before. He’ll take more time with you if you’re together, not rushing either of you toward the finish line to avoid getting attached (not that it would work anyway) and rather savouring the closeness. He’s shyer voicing his fantasies in an actual relationship than he is dirty talking with a hook-up, because frightening you away is not an option. His breeding kink sounds much more romantic when he whispers it to you slowly and slightly nervously while stroking your cheek.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t get that many opportunities to get off on his own (he’s a busy guy) but whenever he does, he’s taking it, wasting no time and going as many times as he possibly can, because who knows the next time he’ll have this chance? He’s almost certainly thinking about you as he does this, even if you aren’t together yet. Those little outfits you wear to watch Abby/work at the mall/wherever he meets you just drive him so wild and all your social media accounts are conveniently public for his viewing pleasure.

Once he has you around, this is much less urgent. The time he gets alone is now spent calling you and getting you to come over, or showing up unannounced at your place to hump like animals. He will always prefer being with you over using his hand, so his hand essentially retires.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding kink as I’ve said. Dare I say… a bit of somno.... he doesn’t mind if he’s the one asleep or not, he just finds it hot. Chasing prey as I also mentioned before, chasing you around and pinning you down, though it’s more playful than serious roleplay, just to get the adrenaline pumping.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Couch!! He has such a couch sex vibe and you can’t tell me different!!! But he also likes the bed, or the wall or floor at Freddy’s when you’re alone there together. He’s too reserved for anything exhibitionistic beyond the abandoned Freddy’s building at night, and I think he’d prefer to keep you to himself anyway.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you bend over or wear a tight skirt or leggings or something that highlights your ass. When you highlight other parts of your body with clothes or positions, like being sprawled out on the couch when he gets home. When you wriggle against him as you cuddle. When you play coy and shy around him or run away just to tease him. When you rub his back after he’s had a rough day at work. When he catches you admiring his arms. When you tell him you’ve missed him in that whiney voice. The list goes on…

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Probably anything overly gross and messy. 1. Because he’s not into it. 2. Because he doesn’t have the time or energy to clean up afterwards. He might consider period sex if he's just about to put a load of towels in the laundry anyway, but if it creates extra work, he's not really up for it. Time is precious and he's a little lazy.

I think he'd be willing to give you a little spanking if you were into it, a little bit of degradation (but affectionately) calling you desperate and slut and such (I think he'd kind of like it if you called him a slut too when he's acting like one, he's happy that he's comfortable enough around you to act that way, or if you say "God, Mike, you're so easy," when he gets hard from something simple and innocuous). He won't slap your face, or choke you, or do anything crazy rough to you. He's not into seeing you in pain, in fact, it actively turns him off and makes him uncomfortable. He's quite playful during foreplay (once he's comfortable with you) so back-and-forth teasing and a (non-painful) slap on your ass is more his thing. Even his chasing kink is more about play than fear.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mike likes a blowjob as much as any other stressed 20-something guy would. He loves seeing you on your knees, looking up at him with your sweet eyes. He'll play with your hair while you're down there, and maybe guide you by it if you're into that. If not, he's happy to just sit back and let you work your magic. For some reason, I headcanon that the first sexual experience he has with you is a blowjob. You're just hanging out/at work/whatever and you're sick of the tension, so get down on your knees in front of him. Who the hell is he to say no to that?

This is NOT to say he doesn't like giving, because he does, I think he even surprises himself by how much he enjoys it. He enjoys feeling useful as I've said before, so watching you feel so good from his ministrations is a thrill. He might use it to get his way a bit, kneeling in front of you a little while after an argument and silently kissing up your inner thighs, knowing you'll give in to him and forgive him for being an idiot. It's also something he does whenever he gets jealous or insecure that you might leave him. It's like he's reminding both himself and you of what you have together and what he can do to you.

He would definitely enjoy a sixty-nine (with you on top), bringing you pleasure only heightens his, and he enjoys when you get all sloppy and whiney on his cock as he brings you to your peak. Will massage your ass as you sit on his face, he would happily die crushed between your thighs.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I kind of see him as being slow and rough, you know? Deep measured thrusts, watching your expression each time he's buried to the hilt. Of course, he picks up the pace a bit toward the orgasm, but I don't think he's ever crazy fast. Lazy sex is his favourite, so he's mostly pretty laid-back in his pace, but no less intense.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He's definitely up for a quickie, more often than not, a quickie before work or on the couch while Abby is safely away and asleep is all he has the time for, so they're fairly frequent. He does prefer taking a bit more time with you, so when he can make the time for a longer session, he's happier, but he's also just glad he's getting any action from you at all, so he's not complaining.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

I think so, but not crazily so. He knows what he likes and doesn't like, so has some hard boundaries set, but that's not to say he wouldn't try a few things. Handcuffs, blindfolds, acting more dominant or submissive than usual and roleplay (although his acting would be super stiff) would all be things I think he'd be willing to give a go. Who knows? He might incorporate them into your sex life, or quietly tell you that he didn't really enjoy that much.

Risk-wise, a risk he would absolutely NOT take, is the potential to be walked in on by Abby. Couch sex is only fine because you can keep a blanket over you and her room is all the way down the hall so you have time to get decent before she could see anything, plus she's always asleep when you do that anyway, it's never during the day unless she's away at school. He will not take risks in regards to that, and hopefully you wouldn't want to either. You keep quiet and there's a lock on his bedroom door just in case.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I think he does one round at a time. He might go a few times in a day, but there'll be a good break in between rounds. He can maybe push for two in a row on a special day, but more than that is physically not possible for him back to back. He'll happily make you come over and over though.

Unfortunately for Mike, I think he can finish prematurely quite often... he will definitely make up for it with you, but especially in the beginning, it was over quite fast. He's sheepish about it, yet tries to pretend he doesn't care and keeps going with pleasuring you however he chooses to do it, but the slight pink at the tips of his ears gives away his embarrassment. On the flipside, on days he's extremely stressed, he might have quite a struggle to come, and you'll have to stop several times to get him to relax his muscles and take a few deep breaths. Generally though, once you've been hooking up for a while, he'll come at an appropriate time and you can properly enjoy the experience together.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I go back and forth between the idea of him having a fleshlight before he met you. I mean, since I usually headcanon that he was in a dry spell, but he's also a 20-something virile young man, I think it makes sense that he needed some sort of outlet for stress release. He would probably be really embarrassed about buying it, even though the person behind the counter couldn't give less of a shit, then he feels so weird about it that it just sits under his bed in its box for a month or two while he uses his hand. Finally when he does use it (maybe because he wants to pretend it's you) it feels really good, but he feels totally lame afterwards. Still, after that, he uses it every chance he gets, because he spent the money after all, even if it makes him feel like a loser. The second you start to sleep together, he's happy to hide it under his bed again to collect dust like it never existed. Though he might let you watch him use it, if you're into that. (Disregard this if you headcanon him as having hooked up with women from the bar)

I think he might kind of enjoy having you sitting between his legs, your back to his chest, with him holding a vibrator against your clit, his other hand softly kneading your breasts and his lips suckling your neck. Or just holding one to your clit while he fucks you. He finds it super hot if you tell him you used a dildo on yourself and imagined him before you were sleeping together, but he doesn't want to use it on you. Why use a dildo when he has a perfectly good cock right here? (Not related to toys but he loves to hear about fantasies you had about him before you were together, it makes him super hot and bothered, he loves to know that you wanted him as much as he wanted you).

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Once he's comfortable with you and sure that you're probably going to stick around even if he acts a little annoying, he can be very teasing. Like I've said a few times, I think (when he's comfortable) he's actually very playful with foreplay and the other things leading up to sex. He enjoys a bit of 'banter' or playfully swatting your ass. If you proposition him he might tease you and tell you to beg for it, but actually during sex, I don't think he's that teasing. He wants to make you happy and he wants to be happy as well, and to him, teasing usually only pushes that back, so he also doesn't like you teasing him that much. But definitely just throughout the day, like if you're cooking or doing laundry, he might just come up and rub against you from behind, kiss your neck, murmur a few dirty words and then walk away leaving you wanting so that you'll chase after him for more.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's pretty quiet, out of both necessity and just his nature. He will grunt and groan quietly, maybe the occasional small choked-out gasp when something surprises him or feels just right. He's up for a little bit of dirty talk or praise during sex, but it's very short and hushed. He isn't a babbler, and the better he feels, probably the less likely he is to talk. So he might whisper a few dirty things right as you get started, but as he approaches orgasm, he goes silent other than his pleased grunts and listens to whatever sounds you're making. He loves hearing your pleasure (as long as you keep relatively quiet, even when you're home alone I think shouting and screaming might freak him out a little), but he loves mewls of his name or soft praise/dirty talk from you. I think he'd find it kind of cute if you were the opposite of him and tended to babble as you came.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's definitely the kind of guy to tell you that you're just hooking up and it's not serious, even though he's already fallen completely in love with you. I see him (maybe because of fanfic) getting into a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Abby's babysitter, and even letting her live in his spare room and spending every moment together, cuddling up every night, even pecking and holding hands in front of Abby, and not realising he's actually in a relationship, because he's too scared to actually say the words. You just let it be because, he's treating you well, he's not cheating on you, the sex is great, he's just oblivious to his own feelings. One day a coworker of his bumps into you in the grocery store and sees you all over each other, then asks Mike the next day about his 'girlfriend'.

"Girlfriend? What girlfr- ohhh... I see what I've done,"

A nsfw headcanon is that if you lived together, or even if you were just around enough to leave some clothes around occasionally, he is DEFINITELY stealing your panties. He's a bit of a perv (though he does feel ashamed of it), but is unaware how much you're aware of it, and how much you like it. It's just a little too easy for him to get his hands on your panties, but he doesn't realise to question it. Another one and this is so random, I feel like he tries to stay away from pornography, and if he does interact with it, it's like vintage or like old playboy type magazines. lol idk why?? and it's all kept very secretively in boxes under the bed... I think Mike carries a lot of shame tbh...

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I've mentioned earlier that I think he has decent biceps. He would have broad strong arms (even stronger than they look, and they look pretty good), but not much muscle elsewhere. He has a little fat around his belly from eating pretty badly for years, but nothing too significant. Downstairs-wise, he's probably quite girthy, average to slightly larger than average length. No matter what he's like under his boxers, I think he's a little insecure about it, having convinced himself there's something wrong because he hasn't ever really had much comparison (staying away from porn), and anyone he's slept with (if with anyone) hasn't mentioned anything about it, so he assumes they were disappointed, when really there was just nothing to say, as saying 'hey nice cock,' is kind of weird and he had no particular features there to remark on.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, he's young, he's stressed, he's repressed and you are just so attractive to him that it's hard not to want it a few times a day. A good thing about him is that if he gets horny and you're not in the mood, he can quite easily bury the feeling for later, used to hardly having appropriate time to get off so having to ignore his arousal. I would guess you guys are doing it every morning and every evening most days, but this can change with your schedule and cycle. Special days eg. Birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's or anniversaries always include sex in the celebrations in Mike's book.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Mike is weird because sex in the morning energises him, but sex in the evening makes him doze off almost immediately. He can finish up with you and immediately head for work, and then later the same day be practically catatonic after orgasming, wrapping around you ready to sleep, groaning and complaining when you try to get him to move from the couch to his bed. It just depends on the time of day, but sex with you is definitely his new sleeping pill of choice.

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Levi and his favorite ways to make you cum

Eating you out

Levi gets pleasure from watching you receive pleasure, he never fucks you without eating you out first. His head is buried between those thighs of yours that he loves to squeeze as his tongue runs up and down your wet folds. "You taste so fucking good, can eat this pussy all day."

He laps at your cunt, holding your thighs wide open for him, he flicks his tongue on your clit making you arch your back. "Mhh look at that." Levi pulls back to admire the view of your wet pussy, it's twitching under his gaze. He leans back and spits on it before eating you out like a man starved, it's messy and the noises his mouth makes against your wetness are enough to make you blush. You tug on his hair harshly, your hips start to move and Levi knows you're close. "Give it to me. Cum, let me taste you." Your legs shake as you cum on his tongue, gripping on his raven hair, his shadowy eyes watch your every move. When you're done cumming, Levi doesn't let you off that easy, he slurps all of your juices and cleans you up nicely with his tongue, sometimes making you cum twice with this action. He would kiss your inner thighs afterward, letting you know that he is more than satisfied with you.

Nipple play

Mhm, you heard me, Levi can make you cum just by sucking and playing with your nipples, that's exactly why he loves making you cum that way. He lays between your open legs, your top pulled down exposing your breasts to him. Levi's mouth closes around your nipple, while he lets his fingers rub the other nipple. Soft moans leave your lips, you rub his back gently as his tongue swirls around your nipple. He likes to tease you from time to time by pitching your nipples lightly. "Shhh...let me do what I do best.." He pulls his mouth away from your breast and starts to tweak both of your hard buds with his fingers. You bite your lip, back arching into his hands. "You're gonna cum just from this, aren't you? Naughty girl..." He sucks a mark into the plush of your breasts and some on your collarbone as his hands continue to caress your sensitive nipples. Feeling the heat between your legs, you rub your thighs together and Levi notices it. His mouth is back on your nipples, tongue licking and sucking on them. A shiver runs down your spine, you can feel your navel grow tighter. "Levi...I'll cum." You whine as he bites on your nipple, feeling your body arch up even more as you cum. "Good girl." Levi kisses both of your breasts after you've cum.

With his dirty talk

Sure Levi is amazing at making you cum by touching you but sometimes he really doesn't have to, all he has to do is make you touch yourself as he watches. Your hand rubs your swollen pussy, your head thrown back as a moan surpasses your lips. "Just like that, you're so pretty like this." He is sitting on the chair before your bed, watching your hand carefully. "Can you spread your legs a little bit wider for me yeah? So that I can that pretty cunt of yours better." You do as he says, spreading your legs wide and moving your hand even harder. "That's my girl, you know how to listen." His eyes are filled with lust and he is hard as a rock but he will hold back his urges because he wants to see you cum like this. "Enter two fingers into you. I have to get you ready for my cock." His words just make you more wet as you enter tap fingers inside of you. "There we go. You're dripping all over the sheets and I not even touching you." He smirks a little when he sees you moaning, your pussy clenching around your fingers. "Such a good girl aren't you? Or are you just a slut who can't wait for me to fuck you?" You start to move your fingers faster, feeling your orgasm build up. "Cum baby, go on. Let me watch you fall apart like this." His words were what pushed you over the edge and you cum all over your hand and the sheets.

Riding him

He likes you in any position to make that clear but there's just something about seeing you bounce on top of him that makes him fall deeper in love with you, if that's possible at this point. His grip on your hips is steady as you move up and down on top of him, your hands holding onto his upper arms, his cock deep inside of you. "That's right, ride your captain's cock just like that." You start to move faster, feeling his cock stretch your walls even more. Your nails dig into his bicep, the sound of skin slapping filling your ears. Levi growls before taking your hips and lighting you off his cock just so that he can slam you back down and make you moan loud. "Fuck Levi! Yes! Right there!" His cock touches your cervix and you throw your head back, mouth open wide. "Yeah? You gonna cum for me?" You nod as your pussy squeezes him tightly, an intense pleasure washes over you. "Keep squeezing me like that...make me cum deep inside of you..let's cum together baby." He leans in and bites into your neck as you roll your hips more passionately against him, his hands move from your hips to your back pulling your body closer to him so that he can feel all of it, every single shiver as you cum. "Yeah...there we go. Cum for me princess." Your pussy clamps down on him and you cum, Levi following shortly after, filling you up with his seed.

Squirting

Oh boy, it's probably his favorite thing ever. Levi loves making a mess out of you. You lay down on the bed, one of his hands holding the nape of your nape while the other one slowly rubs your cunt. "Fucking-You're always so damp, it makes it easy for me to make you cum." Levi uses his thumb to rub your clit, loving the way your body shakes with each move he makes. He teases you for a little hit before entering a finger inside of you making you gasp. "How many fingers do you think you can take huh? Two? Three?" He asks you as if you can respond while moaning as his finger moves in and out of you. Soon, a second finger is deep inside of you, making your grip the sheets, he kisses the side of your face, pumping his fingers relentlessly into your pussy. "Looks like two of your limit which is a shame, I think your little cunt can take more don't you?" Before you can say anything, a third finger pushes past your walls making you scream in pleasure, it's a little painful at first but it goes away quickly, Levi knows how to use his fingers well. "See? You can take fucking three." Your pussy starts to clamp on his fingers, your body starts to twitch and you squirt all over his hand, making a mess. "Good girl name, good girl..." He kisses your cheek as you calm down from the intense satisfaction your body jsit felt. "Mhh I liked that too much...", He liked it so much, that he just had to do it second time and then the third time...and maybe a forth....

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[lversturns]

a warm surprise ⊹˚˖

hockeyplayer!chris x figureskater!reader

in which… chris surprises you after a rough practice...

word count: 805 | warnings: swearing, makeout scene, a little suggestive towards the end | not proofread + english isn't my first language so grammar might be a little off!

it was no lie that your instructor taught with tough love, but sometimes, she really let her harsh side get to you

you had worked your ass of the whole afternoon, flying, turning, spinning and doing every possible move you could. but no matter how hard you tried, it still felt like nothing you did could satisfy her

"come on missy! you can do better than that, we both know it!" she shouted out

a quiet sigh rolled out of your mouth as you skated back to where she pointed you and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at her attitude, something that didn't go past her

"don't you roll your eyes at me young lady!" your instructor scolded

"ugh. i've been training foreverrr! can't we be done soon?" you complained back, rolling out the r's

"five more exercises and you can can go home."

finally, after what felt like eternity, you were finally slamming down on the nearest hard, wooden bench. your whole body ached and you wanted nothing more than to go home, take a shower and curl up in bed with chris

speaking of chris...

while you had been through a practice sent straight from hell, chris had been packing up at home after being away with his hockey team for games the whole past week and you had missed him, a lot, and he’d missed you just as much

with a loud groan, you pushed your usually comfortable sneakers on, now sitting painfully on your already swollen feet. your hair laid damp against your forehead and your (chris') hoodie was clinging awkwardly against your body

rising from the bench, you walked with heavy steps towards the locker room, pulling your key, that you'd tied to a hairtie earlier, from your wrist. you sighed and started grabbing your things one by one, already more than ready to get home

after grabbing your jacket, you closed the locker and turned around, flying five feet into the air and dropping everything in your hands when a smiling face appeared right before you

"holy fuck!" you croaked out, gasping for air

"surprise mamas" chris grinned, waving his left hand excitedly at you

"you scared the shit out of me, idiot!" your faux annoyance sipped away by your large grin

chris chuckled before pulling you in a tight embrace, holding you as close as he could while your arms flew around his neck

"'missed you lots ma'" he mumbled against your hair, stroking his free hand down your back

you hummed into his neck as a response, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne. if you could have your say in the matter, you would've stayed like that forever

“when’d you get back home?” you asked

"a few hours ago and be careful, you're smushing the flowers, gorgeous" chris whispered in your ear, pulling back slightly to pull the bouquet out from in between you

"you got me flowers?" you gasped

the bouquet was beautiful mixture of all your favorite colours, the petals blending together in a perfect array of light and dark. you were pretty certain that your love language was physical touch, but oh how your heart melted when chris did things like this

"i love them, but now i feel bad i didn't get ya' anything!"

"well there's one way you could make it up to me" he winked

a soft gasp escaped your lips as you lightly slapped his shoulder, grabbing on to it and pulling him towards you and interlocking your lips. the kiss started of as soft, but quickly turned more sensual as his tongue teased your lips, begging to enter

you moaned softly, resulting in his tongue quickly slipping into your mouth. your tongues danced together while your hands went up to his brown locks, tugging at them lightly. chris sunk his teeth slightly into your bottom lip before groaning against your mouth, sliding his hands down towards your ass and grabbing on to it

heat spread through your body and a content hum slipped from your lips. chris grinned against your lips, slowly pulling back from them

you smiled up at him, both of you out of breath staring at each other with swollen lips

"wasn't exactly what i meant, but i'm not complainin'" he chuckled lowly

"oh shut up"

he flashed you a toothy smile while grabbing your coat and placing it on top of your shoulders. he then took your bag and threw it over his own shoulder, before putting your hand in his and starting to walk towards the exit

"i had the shittiest practice today" you mumbled, placing your head on his shoulder

"oh really? do i gotta beat someone up?"

"well, only my trainer, but i don't think that'd pass over lightly"

"maybe not"

you smiled up at him, giving him a light peck on the cheek before interlocking your fingers

"what you say about me givin' you a massage when we get home? that sound good?" he asked

"mhm" you sighed back in response, fully aware that a massage wasn’t the only thing that was going to be “given” that night…

lia's words: i can't tell if this sucks or not...

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remember that you are beautiful and so loved!!

[wrathofrats]

Zephyr being a hard Dom to minute man Ifrit makes me go insane /pos. I just thought about them putting a cockring on him to prevent him from cumming because they want to tease his tits and he shoots too fast and they want to take their *time* with him.

I can't help but think they'd tease the hell out of him, and say more and more humiliating things, until eventually Ifrit's whining and his eyes are watering and his nipples are red and puffy, and Zephyr can't help but cruelly whisper. "They're so swollen, they look ready to *leak*."

The cockring is the only thing that keeps Ifrit from cumming all over himself, but it doesn't stop him from starting to sob and beg with broken moans and wails, *way* past caring who hears him.

But Zephyr just leans down to mutter almost directly into Ifrit's mouth as they continue to pluck those hot, swollen little nubs. "Not until you leak for me, My Little Flame..."

Kinktober day 5: domsub/lingerie

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

Strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground

Read now or on ao3

Zephyr/ifrit

Explicit, 1k, warnings: masochism, sadism, tit torture, kinda forcefem? No mentions of like, being a girl just calling ifrits chest tits and he has a bralette on, kinda lactation kink (kinda), some degrading, orgasm denial

“Do you have to …?”

Ifrit had a tight grasp in the sheets. His claws dug into the mattress as zephyr did their best to go as slow as possible putting a cock ring on him. Touching and stroking along his shaft with every inch, running their finger along the vein on the underside that always made ifrit kick and moan.

The lacy black bralette cupped his pecs perfectly, barely covered them fully as his nipples poked out from the thin fabric. He looked pretty, a delicate contrast to his muscular frame.

“Yes wildfire, sometimes you don’t know how to control yourself”

Admittedly sometimes ifrit was too sensitive for his own good. Easily worked up by his boyfriend by just some suggestive touching, to the point that there were times it was hard to do any more mischievous teasing to get him really riled up. But that was the fun part, zephyr playing the game of “how much is too much” until ifrit was embarrassed and cumming on his stomach with just a couple strokes.

Or times like these where zephyr had other plans so that they could truly take their time with him.

“Zeph please I’ll be good” ifrit whined. It was uncomfortable, the humiliation of even having a cock ring on already making him more turned on than he’d like to admit, even if zephyr already knew the little secret anyways. The tight pressure at the base of his shaft only continued to remind him of how easy he was, along with the lacy lingerie rubbing against his skin.

Their hands skate up his sides, groping at the bit of fat that rounded out his hips and brushing his thumbs over his navel. Even more innocent touches had him tense in anticipation.

“Could just play with your chest for as long as I want” zephyr mused, cupping his pecs and pushing them together a bit to watch as a bit of cleavage formed in the bra, “you always shoot so early when I get a hand on your tits baby”

“Don’t- they’re not-“ ifrit squeaked, contrastingly shoving his chest up for zephyr to get a better hand on, practically begging him to touch them even if he knows it will only bring him pain after a while. His chest was already feeling too hot and tender, making him wince whenever zephyr would go back to pinching his nipples hard enough for him to see stars.

“Well if they’re not then why do you always get so hard when I call them that?” Zephyr moved to pinch at his nipples before ifrit could give a proper response, or at least whatever he could manage in this state.

His skin was burning hot underneath zephyrs touch, blood rushing to the area as they continued to tug and grab harshly in order to get ifrits eyes watering. He was flushed from his cheeks down his chest, a deep red hue that zephyr adored. They gave another rough squeeze as ifrit whimpered, zephyr looking up to see tears starting to cling to his lashes.

“Almost want to fuck your chest instead of sitting on your cock wildfire” zephyr licked a fat stripe between his pecs as they pushed them together for emphasis, letting a line of drool drop from their tongue as they lifted their head to look at ifrit with spit still connecting to his skin.

“Why?” Ifrit tried not to straight up whine, pent up from the cock ring that was starting to almost feel painful and fully expecting zephyr to at least let him fuck them for his troubles. But zephyr didn’t seem anywhere near merciful today, an almost malicious smile coming to their lips whenever ifrit moaned painfully.

“You don’t cry when you fuck me like you do when I get my cock between your tits.” Ifrits eyes crossed at zephyrs words, stuffing his fist into his mouth trying not to wake up the whole abbey.

They got some sick satisfaction at how sensitive they could make Ifrits chest, if they were lucky he would be feeling this for a week at least. Every moment of friction only made ifrit tear up more. His nipples were inflamed, red and puffy as zephyr continued to press and pull on them.

“They’re so swollen, they look like they’re ready to leak”

The cock ring is the only thing that keeps ifrit from cumming all over himself, but it doesn’t stop the broken wail that rips through him and past the fist he has shoved in his mouth. He doesn’t care who hears him at this point, just needs zephyr to stop torturing him and let him cum.

His cock was flushed a deep purple at this point, pre almost pouring from the tip every time zephyr touches his chest. Painful, and tender, and ifrit can’t get enough.

Zephyr leaned down to move the lace aside and take one of his tits in his mouth, soothing over the mistreated skin with his tongue. The rough feeling of his taste buds feel like sandpaper over his raw flesh as tears fall down ifrits face. He’s a good boy, can’t pull zephyr away when he knows how much they want this.

“It hurts Zeph-“ ifrit gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as zephyr grazed their teeth along his nipple. His body shook as he gripped the sheets, trying to bear the pain, “please, please make me cum I’ve been good-“

Zephyr lifted their head, mouthing up the side of his neck. Ifrit was always weak for the spot just under his jaw, licking and sucking until his tears slowed down enough for him to catch his breath.

“Doing so well for me, my good boy, always take what I give you so perfectly” zephyr soothed. They had a gentle hand toying with the ends of his hair, sliding it to cup at his jaw. The bralette continued to rub over his skin, only making it even more raw.

“Can I cum? Please take it off Zeph..” ifrit whimpered. His hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, lulling back to give zephyr more access to suck at his skin. Dizzy, overly hot and zephyr would sometimes accidentally rub against his chest which made him flinch as the skin started to get more tender with time.

Zephyr hovered over his lips, moving to whisper directly into ifrits mouth with another pluck of those hot, swollen little nubs,

“Not until you leak for me my little flame”