#or squeezed till i cant breath

[andromedeastrawberry]

Relateable

I'm feeling animalistic today. I feel manic, and insane. I hope everyone is having a fun-filled wednesday :) lots of love

[itz-shinyy]

MYF RIEND IS MAKING A WANDER COSPLAY AYAYAYAYYAYA

[shoyoist]

chat do we accept thirsts in this room ....... i cant stop thinking abt rin literally being a canonical drooler like hello??? new fap material finally

seeing him like that made me sit up straight fr like ohhh he's the kind that goes crazy huh!! content: fem reader, making out, a lil unintended choking, MESSY pussy eating ++ (unprotected) missionary so he can drool onto your tits!

itoshi rin who just gets a little too lost in the heat of his desire. he may be all cold eyes and dismissive comments — acting the part of a man who cares for nothing but himself, but anyone who knows him knows different. especially you, his sweet girl that's crawled her way into his heart and knows him best.

when he lays eyes on your body, dressed so pretty in the colors he likes best on you, looking at him with the sort of anticipation in your eyes that somehow make you look so innocent to him; it makes his mouth water.

he doesn't say much, but you know almost way more than you need to by how he handles you. pressing up against you, hands gripping the back of your thighs and dragging you up against him so his bulge presses into your lower stomach. swallowing thickly as he runs his eyes over you one more time before going in for a kiss.

you know he tries to maintain his composure — but you really do drive rin crazy. his kisses are open-mouthed, sloppy, and he groans with his tongue down your throat. "pretty." he says under a breath, sounding almost shy if not for the dirty words. "what's this for? you want a nice, good fucking, is that it?"

he says it like you've been provoking him till he finally snapped. but really, all he did was take a look at you dolled up for him. he's the one that wants to fuck you nice and good.

itoshi rin who nearly hits his own head on the headboard with how fast he gets on top of you in bed. bracing himself against the board with one arm, he kisses you, so wet and sticky; his other hand finds the plush of your tit and squeezes, thumb flicking your nipple.

he grabs you by the throat like he's about to tear into you with his teeth, and he takes your breath away as he kisses you up the side of your jaw, leaving little bites here and there. he ravishes you, saying nothing but an occasional whisper of praise or a curse that slips out between kisses.

itoshi rin who grabs your hips again and spreads your legs apart, pushing your knees nearly to your chest so he can have all the room he wants to eat you out. your pussy's wet enough that it glistens up at him, and you think he even takes a fucking sniff of it before he lowers his mouth on it and sticks his tongue right in your cunt.

"rin!" your gasp goes entirely unheard — the taste of you is the one other thing that keeps rin sane, and he likes to have his fill of it. his tongue is long, and he loves fucking you with it. it would embarrass you if it didn't feel so fucking good — so loud and sloppy, drenching your thighs and his whole face, spit trailing down the curves of your ass to soak into the sheets. he's so messy with it.

he laps at your folds, curling his tongue and taunting your clit, taking both forever and too soon to drive you past the edge to your orgasm. and god, does he make you cum. by the time he gets you there, it's so damn wet you wouldn't know if you'd squirted all over his face or not.

he comes up for a kiss with a mixture of his spit and your slick dripping down his chin, and when your mouths meet you taste your own pussy on his glossy lips. "god, rin."

"mm," he gives you only a brief answer, eyes clouded over as he palms his boner, sticking his hand between your legs to wet his it before giving himself a few pumps. "good girl."

he doubles over to suck on your tits as he slips his dick into you, and he groans along with your gasp of his name as he goes all the way in. and he loves how you tremble against him, trying to stay coherent for him as he taps your cheek and makes you look up at him.

"so deep," you sigh out for him, knowing he likes to hear it. "so big, rin." he kisses you with his first thrust, eating your moan up before pulling away and finally focusing on his own pleasure.

itoshi rin who fucks you with his mouth open and his tongue out, bending down every now and then to kiss you, and each time he pulls away there's strings of spit between your mouths that disconnect and drip down both your chins.

a sheen of sweat forms over his skin, and the dark strands of his hair stick to his forehead as he holds himself up over you, cock twitching in your cunt as he increases his pace, chasing his high. he doesn't even notice when a string of drool falls from the tip of his hanging tongue and hits your chest right between your tits.

in all fairness, you don't notice either. he's got you feeling so much else, so much pleasure, you don't feel a thing else.

and when he cums, he fills you up with ropes of sticky white before pulling out, getting the rest of it on your stomach and tits, beads of cum decorating your skin as you gasp his name.

"fuck, rin, you make such a fucking mess." you tell him as fiercely as you can, but all rin pays attention to is the way your body trembles and spasms with little waves of bliss. you're so fucking pretty — he wants to do it all over again.

[awakittie]

jinx fucking the reader slowly and deeply with the strap please 😮‍💨😩

cw. degradation. jinx being toxic. use of a strap. modern!jinx (ooc)

jinx, when you’re not allowed anything.

anything but her.

you fuck yourself up against her, slick cunt clenching around the fat of her strap. every inch she feeds into you has you gasping, clutching at the sheets by your hips.

jinx drinks up your moans like food from the gods, beath hot and sour as it wafts over your face — grown lobster-red from her consistent thrusts.

her slender hands find the meat of your thigh, greedy and desperate as they grope the tender flesh.

“you know i love you, right?” her lips press in a thin line, like she’s deep in thought. she waits a beat. “but it hurts me— it really does, when you go off with her, y’know?”

“it’s disgusting really. makes you seem like some cheap whore,” she spits, bringing an arm under your leg to hoist it higher. “no. no, you’re more than that, aren’t you?”

you nod, babbling some incoherent apology under your breath till shes jerking your head back softly with a hand twisted in your hair.

“hm?” she presses, thighs pressing up against yours as she slows on a pump of her hips. she licks her teeth, clicking her tongue at your lack of a coherent response.

“i— i know, it wont h- happen again,” you plead, hands coming up to weave through the loose strands sitting on her scalp. it grounds her.

you feel pathetic.

in your head you’re on your knees by her feet, pleading, begging for forgiveness. she’s glowering down at your trembling form, foot pressed against your back as you heave.

“i love you.” your lips meet hers, ankles locking over the small of her back, right where it meets the slope of her ass.

your greedy cunt swallows everything she has to offer, the obscene squelches filling in the gaps of monotony. she cants her head down, licking a long stripe up the junction of your neck.

her tongue is slick, leaving behind a hot snails trail along your tender neck, bobbing with each gasp her hips draw from you. “p— please, faster..”

your pleading does nothing, as she just belts a laugh in your face, tilting her head. “you think you deserve it faster?”

she leers at you, and you butter up the request with a hand tucking her bangs away from her face, back behind her ear. her nose twitches.

“you’ll take what i give you, baby.” a slap to your ass and she’s hoisting you further up her lap.

a sly hand slithers between your thighs, finding your swollen clit — just begging for release. despite her agonisingly slow pace, you thrash against her, whimpering into her parted lips.

“atta girl,” she hums out a laugh, slowing her movements for a beat as she speaks. “you’re getting so wet, so riled up for me — aren’t you, my sweet?”

“all for you, it’s all for you,” you whine pathetically, squeezing your eyes shut.

she feels your legs tighten around her waist, and the familiar wet warmth that dribbles down her inner thighs. she knows you’ve come from the glaze in your eyes, from the way your lips part in a silent gasp.

when you’re done she pulls out and rolls over. despite herself, despite how selfish and narcissistic jinx seems she never really cares for getting off herself.

sometimes it makes you wonder if she wants you at all. are you enough for her?

she always washes away those thoughts with dips of her lips onto yours, coaxing soft hums from your throat for the millionth time that day.

“i love you.” her voice breaks the silence, raw and raspy from exertion. her bare chest heaves as she comes down from whatever high she got out of making you come.

“i love you more than anything, you know that?”

do you know that?

“i do.”

can you tell i love this doomed yuri edgy jinx thang!!😸

( divider creds to @omi-resources and @cafekitsune )

[shikaizer]

STILL YOURS p.b x reader

summary : Paige is your wife for 4 years, until a huge fight occured between the two of you leading for a messy divorce. But your child needed paige, causing a situation that will pull the both of you back together.

warning : unresolved feelings, breakdown, cussing, bruise.

a/n : might make a part 2 leading to smut what do you guys think?

You groaned when the phone rang again, it was paige's number. paige badly wanted to borrow your 4 year old daughter, celes, she was the child both of you adopted because you have mentioned to her that you always wanted to have a child. so the two of you decided it was time for the both of you to be a mother, after taking care of all papers and legal rights both of you have embraced the child and loved her deeply.

Until, the both of you gotten a divorce, paige have packed all her things with celes crying, your heart sank that she had to witness all of this. But at this time paige had no choice but to leave.

till this day, celes is always looking for her other mommy but you aren't ready too see her ever again.

ignoring the fact that paige have been texting and calling you to let her meet her child and spend time with her beloving daughter, which you firmly declined and restricted her for even trying to think your going to accept.

paige|I want my child.

paige| i swear if you dont let me see her your going to see me in the fucking court

paige| dont be a dick and let me spend some time with her

you| lol suck my dick

paige| are you fucking serious?

paige| missed call ■

paige| answer the fucking call right now.

you let out a sigh answering the call and you leaned your back to the couch while caressing celes hair as she was sleeping on your lap.

"stop being difficult, im serious im going to call my lawyer." you scoffed hearing her voice to the other side. "look you should have thought about that when you left the both of us." you muttured back as if your in the right "you fucking threatened to kill me once i dont leave" she shouted and you laughed. "be greatful that im fucking sending her pictures to you." you spat.

"let me see our child." she stated opening her video looking over at the camera her blue eyes shining. "geeez" you breath out and opened the camera flipping them to show little celes sleeping on your lap, and obviously your thighs showing, you are wearing and extremely small cycling, you swear you heard paige cursed under hear breath but you let it pass.

"please let me borrow her im literally begging now." she muttured and you hesitated for a second and spoke up. "fuck okay god, i'll think about it." you groaned hanging up the phone.

. . .

with celes constant whining and crying you cant help but quiver your lips trying to calm her down. it was all so heavy for you.

"please my love stop crying.." you caressed celes back as she was having another tantrum. she always do this whenever and you dont understand why.

"i want mommy!!!" at this point, tears started to fall on your eyes as you sobbed, you are very stressed and its true that taking care a child by yourself is very hard, you always told paige you can handle her by yourself proving to her that both of you are doing good. while shes busy with her games as she was the top wbb player at this moment, truth be told, your starting to miss paige. whenever celes is having her tantrum she is there to calm her down, and would comfort you after, she made things easier actually.

you sighed and continued rubbing celes back as she starts to relax and drift off to a sleepy state. you made your way to her bed laying her down and tucking her comfortably. you sat on the edge of her bed looking around at her room, the one you and paige designed together chaotically.

you took out your phone and opened paige's contact number, you hesitated to move your fingers and looked up squeezing your eyes shut before turning your attention back to your phone typing 'im not letting you borrow our child, but you can come here tommorow and spend some few days.' you whined and plopped your body down the bed debating if you should send it or not, you decided not to and just let your phone sit beside you drifting off to sleep.

sensing the morning light behind your eyelids, you groan smiling feeling the comfort, you put your arm around celes to realize shes not in her bed, you quickly sit up rubbing your eyes thats when you hear celes laughing and talking, you felt terrified because it was only the two of you. you looked like a dumbass sitting down on the bed lots of thoughs gathering your mind.

you finally pushed yourself up walking outside, your jaw dropped seeing paige sitting on the couch while lifting celes up, both of them were playing, you stomped up to them and see paige's confused expression as she was met with a very not welcome expression.

celes looked over to you with a big smile plastered on her face. "yay mommy!" she exclaimed and signalled you to hug her, you didn't wanna ruin this moment for her since it has been long since she saw both her mommy together. you hugged celes tightly and you looked over at paige mouthing her 'what the hell are you doing here?' she raised her eyebrows and whispered 'are you high? you told me to come here.' you looked at her doubtful and celes pulled away.

"mommy hug!" she pointed at paige and you, your jaw dropped wanting to jump out of a window. paige took your hand and pulled you to her hugging you thightly while you fell to her lap. causing celes to jump and exclaimed as she ran to her room excitedly probably to get some toys.

you pushed yourself away from her touch and bit your lip. "you look like shit" paige looked up at you and you rolled your eyes smiling "thanks" you looked over at the sight of her bag celes walking out of the bedroom again holding a toy.

"whats with that big ass bag?" you raised your eyebrows and she chuckled "staying her for a week. i have no games till next month" as your about to speak celes spoke up. "a week! yay!" she exclaimed hugging paige. "we will go travel mommy please!!" celes pleaded and paige nodded. "yes baby we will."

You are giving paige the most scariest stare but she just smirked proud at you obviously winning over celes.

you looked over the time and it was almost lunch, you cursed yourself and rushed to the island kitchen. "hey um did you feed celes breakfast!?" you raised your voice for her to hear.

you heard no reply and scoffed putting out some ingridients that you will be preparing to cook. opening the faucet paige walked over to you, you pressed your weight on the counter looking over at her. "we need to talk." paige uttured and you frowned "about what?" you tilt your head and she sighed "are you always sleeping in? if i haven't gotten here celes would be now starving." she states walking closer to you. "n-no this was the first time i slept in." you state tripping on your own words "and she always wakes me up you know that." you added.

"no? when i came here she was sitting down at the couch by her self." your jaw dropped heart sinking "what if she did something in here that will be the cause of an accident?" she continued furious in her tone.

"your being iresponsible, you should give me the child and my mom will take care of her." you scowled shaking your head.

"not fucking happening." you turned your head back and chopped up some vegetables that celes loves.

"your crazy,i know you cant take care or her alone." she walked closer and you pushed her "leave me alone, your lucky im letting you stay here."

paige clicked her tounge taking your hand, stopping you from cooking. "im gonna fucking stab you i swear" you threatened and she rolled her eyes, and celes walked in looking at the two of you.

"mommy are you fighting?" you quickly shake your head smiling at her "nooo baby me and mommy are just talking" she squeled nodding taking paige's hand dragging her to the living room.

you sighed stressing out as you continued to do your cooking, throughout the lunch, it was akward for the both of you stealing glances at each other while your daughter was the only source of the noise.

paige decided to bring celes out a themepark, you dressed celes up, it was a win for you since you get to have the day for yourself. as they are about to leave celes was pouting. "why babygirl?" paige leaned down to her level as i stare at her.

"you need to kiss mommy" our jaw dropped and paige let out a smirk "okay then..." she leaned down to kiss you in the cheeks and celes shaked her head "in the lips!" celes whined and paige smiled covering her eyes with her hand, when paige was about to kiss you, your quickly put out your middle finger avoiding her and she rolled her eyes amused.

"there done. lets go?" celes jumped and nodded holding her mothers hand and going out.

having all the time by yourself, you made yourself comfy, cleaning the whole house and showering afterwards, you put paige's bag inside your bedroom the both of you used to share and bought extra blanket for her to use, your letting her sleep in the bed because it would be really cruel if you made her sleep on the couch assuming she will be staying for a week, you didn't dare get mad because celes seemed very happy about it.

finishing everything, you get all comfy putting on your favorite show in the tv. but drifting off to sleep.

your awoken by paige opening the door and gently closing it, lifting yourself to look at them, seeing celes knocked out sleeping as she was carried "aww our baby had too much fun." you cooed walking to them taking her away from paige's arms lifting her, walking to her room.

as you tucked celes in, you made your way to the living room. paige was plopped down on the couch manspreading staring at the tv. you sat down beside her not really close and the both of you made eye contact. she seemed tired and you awed.

"she was so energetic" paige laughed throwing her head back "she always been." you chuckled resting your body on the couch.

"hey whats this?" paige pointed at your arm, a purple bruise. "probably when i was doing chores." you shrugged and paige looked at you with a hint of worried.

"i knew it you cant take care of yourself alone." she spat and you rolled your eyes. "oh please. im doing just fine." deep inside your not, you fiddled with your fingers and she bring your chin up to look at her.

"i missed you." your eyes widen at the sudden confession. you never expected this and it was making you dazed.

"you missed me...?" you asked unsure and she nodded shifting closer to you warmth tangling. "yes, so damn much" you took a heavy breath and your face softened. your in shock and in confusion as you kept quiet.

"please say something." she muttured looking at you the lingering sensation in the air have you choked.

"mm..sorry.. i miss you too.." you confessed and smiled. "when you left, i tried to stay strong for celes. but i always fail." you started sobbing looking down and paige kissed your forehead.

"but...fuck.. you know? i just needed you as always.." you sighed and buried your face on her neck.

"i know love i know..." she whispered calming you down.

she kissed your jaw ane spoke up.

"i need you...." .

[meganegatari]

more thinkin, more blurbin is being done so...now i can't stop thinking about kissing all over ellie's body before you go down on her HEH. #givemethat. as per uzh idfk what this is. foreplay blurb? kinda fluffy, nsfw but not tewww much? HAPPY TRAIL MENTION. "where are all these random ass blurbs coming from?" ask ur mom.

you admire her bare form with nothing but love in your eyes, grinning widely at the sight before you. she looked so beautiful like this, a sea of creamy skin adorned with cinnamon flecks and a coral dusting of blush, the thinnest sheen of sweat making her sparkle like a fairy.

tattoed hand rising to cover her face, "you gonna keep staring at me or you gonna do something?" she probed with a light teasing edge to her voice—despite her shyness, she was charmed.

"ellie, you're too fuckin' pretty. do you know that?" the blush in her face only deepened to a fresh crimson color, the flattery feeling foreign to her. "i'm gonna take my time." you mumble, slowly leaning in to her neck, which she had so conveniently craned her head to the side to give you easy access. you kiss, you nip, and you nibble on the sweet, sensitive skin, making sure to hover over her in such a way that your body grazes hers just right. content sighs fall from her lips and she closes her eyes in enjoyment.

you begin the descent—smooch, smooch, smooch on her throat to her elegant collarbones, then you drop down to her soft chest. you bring your hand to paw at the flesh, circling her pebbled nipple with your thumb, while you lower your mouth to the other one, wrap your lips around the bud and suck her in your mouth. she grips onto your head tightly, her back arching at the sensation, breathy moans of your name filling your ears. "thats— that's so good." you release her with a pop, then move on down some more.

you place your hands on her sides, fingertips dancing on her hipbones, tongue exploring her skin, tasting her. you kiss a line down the center of her abdomen, paying special attention to her happy trail, naturally. you licked a stripe up the entire length of it, raising your line of sight to stare her right in the eyes.

she bucked her hips up in frustration, growing increasingly needy for your touch elsewhere. she whined and huffed, grumbling, "cmon, stop being such a fuckin' tease." but you paid no mind, she always got what she craved in the end. you were having a jolly old time making this simply agonizing.

you smiled against her skin, her spunky attitude being one of your favorite features of hers. so you shifted even further downward and decided you'd hook your hands under her thighs and push them up high—almost flush to her chest, putting her on full display for you. you saw the way she was breathing, her chest rising and falling with impatience, and noticed the stifled whimpers fighting their way out of her bitten lips.

you gently squeezed the supple flesh of her thighs, running your mouth along the inside and kissing to your heart's content—not one freckle left un-smooched. you moved inward, and stopped to suck—making sure to leave a small blooming purplish mark, as a lovely reminder for later. you savored her softness for a little while longer, then finally moved all the way in to shove your face in her dripping core, and pleasured her 'till she shook. ♡

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[citrus-writing]

noncon pussy eating phantom troupe ( + Hisoka if its possible) headcanons pls🫦

Thank you so much for asking! i'm so surprised so many people were interested in this!

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yanderes who eat their darling out for their own pleasure, they cant get enough of their beloved darling, want to taste you all the time- 

Chrollo- 

Chrollo is obsessed with you, and of course, the faces and sounds you make for him when he kneels between your legs are no exception. He’s devoted to the task, almost worshiping you with his tongue and lips, determined to hear every little sound he can pull from your lips.

For a long while in your captivity in his home, he fantasizes about how you must taste, what faces you’d make, the little noises he’s so sure you’d make- but he leaves it a fantasy, because he doesn't want to scare you away. You’re inching closer to him with time, and he’s sure that if you knew the kind of things he was thinking you’d shrink away from him again, and he can't let that happen. But lately, you’ve been so tempting- wearing the little dresses he picks for you, short enough he can see the underwear he’d picked for you as well if you bent over even slightly. Everything about you makes him crazy, nearly desperate for a taste of what’s between your legs- what he’s sure is the most perfect pussy, made for him, just for him. 

So don't be surprised when he tells you to lie back on the bed and spread your legs- of course he’d taken the evening to soothe you into it. Your favorite food for dinner, your favorite movie on the tv, his arms around you all the while. His lips on yours- till your breathing heavy- his hands moving over your clothes to squeeze and toy with your chest. But it’s not nearly enough.

The look in his eyes tells you that there’s no getting out of this one, so you nervously lie back like he asked. “My love, what did I just ask from you?” he asks, nodding at your closed thighs. You struggle to fight the shame and embarrassment as you open your legs for him. 

He’s so romantic about it, taking his time to kiss and bite up your thighs, hands holding your hips still for him. He pulls your panties off slowly, making you whine in shame, but he’s convinced himself that you’re just as eager as he is. “Good girl.” 

Uvogin-  

Uvogin wastes no time at all in taking what he wants from you, and this is no exception. He’s imagined it so many times, has worked his fantasy over and over in his mind. He lays back on the bed, pulling you over him and manhandling you into the position he wants you in- kneeling over his face, wet folds hovering inches from his mouth. 

“Go ahead, baby, sit on down.” he encourages. His big hands are squeezing at your ass, your thighs, like he’s desperate to just feel you. You hesitate, looking for a way out of this, but of course once he’s made up his mind about something you know there’s no changing his mind. He looks up at you expectantly, “don't make me repeat myself,” and he says it with humor but it sends terror through you. You take a shaky breath and allow yourself to ease down, but it must be too slow for his liking because he grabs you by the hips to force your body down. 

The feeling of his tongue against your folds has you jolting from the shock, and maybe pleasure, but you don't want to admit that to yourself. It’s impossible to ignore how skilled he is with his tongue, something you’ve noticed when he’d kiss you, but something that is uncomfortably obvious right now, with you sat above him like this. He groans against you, the vibrations of his deep voice making you gasp, making you let out a tiny little noise of pleasure. He seems to like the sound, because he grows more eager- pushing his tongue inside you, lapping into you with a kind of hunger you hadn't expected. 

Illumi- 

Illumi isn't sure what about you has him so enamored- your smile? Your laugh? They way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love? He wouldn't be able to answer that if he was asked. But he knows what’s holding his attention right now. He can't pull his eyes away from your sleeping form next to him in the bed, blankets tossed off you and nightgown ridden up to reveal the underwear you're wearing. He’s seen you in less, of course, but something about this is different- you're unaware, completely at ease, all spread out for him to touch. 

He trails a hand down the contour of your waist, fingertips ghosting along the curve of your hip bone, letting himself touch the lace you're wearing. You dont wake up, only moving slightly when he first places his hand on your skin, but you remain peacefully asleep. 

He traces up and down the fabric with his index and middle fingers, teasing you and feeling your underwear grow damp at the sensation. You’re perfect- he tells you so all the time- but you’re absolutely perfect. He lets him dip under the waistline of your underwear, training his fingers down to gather up the slick gathering between your legs. 

You're starting to stir, moving a bit more, mumbling something incoherent. “Darling, go back to sleep.” he soothes. You mumble again, “illumi?” It seems sleep hasn't let go of you just yet, not really awake to realize your situation. When he brushes against your clit, you’re forced awake all at once with a desperate yelp. “Shh, you’re alright. I just want a taste of you.” 

Yanderes who eat out their darling in some kind of deranged attempt to make their darling feel good, to make their darling want them, beg for them- 

Nobunaga- 

Nobunaga is a delusional type of yandere, one who can convince himself that you want him the way he wants you. And he wants you all the time, anyway he can have you.whether it’s pining you down to the bed, forcing you to your knees in front of him, or spreading your legs to touch and taste your most sensitive places, he’s not going to take ‘no’ for an answer.  

Even when you struggle and shake, begging him not to, he just smiles at you with this soft look that makes you sick- he doesn't believe you. And how could he believe you don't want him when his fingers already have you so wet, dripping down his hands and down your thighs. He knows you want him as badly as he wants you, you must, by the way you whimper for him. Maybe someday you’ll be able to admit how badly you need him, but for tonight he won't force you to admit it. “You’re so good for me, aren't you?” he soothes, even as you continue to tremble. 

He pulls your legs further apart and settles his face between them, kissing at your thighs, licking at the slick gathered there. Licking up up up, towards his real prize. You’re all he wants, to touch you, taste you, feel you tremble when you cum from his tongue deep inside you. “I can't wait to taste you.” and, as if to prove his point, he drags the tip of his tongue across your entrance, not quite allowing himself to dip inside. No, he’s going to take his time with you. 

Hisoka- 

He’s always used you however he saw fit, taking anything he desired from you, because you were helpless to whatever he’d do to you. Most nights, that means carrying you to his bedroom- or the nearest surface, if he couldn't wait that long- before pinning you down and having his way with you. Hisoka is never a gentle lover, not even when he taunts you about how much worse he could be, but he does care for your pleasure- even if it’s only for his own satisfaction. 

That’s how you found yourself here, with your legs thrown over his shoulders, his hands keeping your hips still as you tried to fight and thrash. Of all the things he’s done to you, none have been so personal, so vulnerable. 

You want to be quiet so badly, but the way his tongue delves into you makes it difficult, even more so when he moans against you, sending vibrations up your body. It forces a little sound from you- a desperate little cry of pleasure, and no matter how much you don't want to believe it, it’s because it feels good. You don't want to be here- in his arms, in his bed, in his home- but the feeling of his hot mouth on you is so good you feel yourself getting almost lost in it. The sounds you made seem to excite him, and that thought makes you almost sick. He pulls away from you for a moment, looking up into your eyes, “are you enjoying yourself?” he’s taunting you, you know that. Before you can answer, he uses two fingers to spread you open, making you squirm. “Dont lie, darling, i want to hear how good it feels.” 

Phinks- 

Of course you’re scared, he knows that- you’ve made it very apparent, much to his annoyance. But it takes everything in him not to just take what he wants from you. And he could- that’s the thing, he knows he could do anything to you. It’s maddening, trying to coax you into trusting him, into coming nearer to him, into loving him. He promised himself he’d wait, and to be fair, he’s half honest about that. He won't take everything he needs from you, he just needs a taste, that’ll be more than enough. 

You’ve struggled your hardest, twisting around in his grasp for what felt like eternity, and now you’ve worn yourself out. It’d be pitiful if you didn't look so good under him, already out of breath, and finally- finally- plaint under him. He wastes only a second or two looking at your face before his hands move to remove your clothes. It’s agony not to fuck you, it’s all he really wants to do, but he reminds himself that he’d promised himself he’d settle for just the sight of your body and the taste of you. 

You're tense at first, when he pulls down your underwear and leans forward, bringing his face closer to you. You dont beg him not to, and he takes that as some kind of consent, though he’s not quite delusional enough to believe that. He feels you relax as he kisses your thigh, taking a moment to say “that’s right, just relax. I’ve got you.” before finally indulging in you the way he’s wanted to. He hears your breath hitch a little when he kisses just over where you want him. Your hands grip at the sheets, and he can hardly hold back enough to mumble, “I've waited so long for this.” 

Yanderes who eat out their darling as a form of punishment, making you beg and cry as they force you over the edge over and over- 

Feitan- 

Feitan has trouble expressing his feelings and desires for you in a way you can understand, and this is no different. How could he possibly explain to you the way you make him feel? How he has to fight off blushing when you’re close to him, how just the sound of your voice has his heartbeat racing, how just the sight of you in the outfit he picked for you has all the blood in his body racing south. It’s embarrassing- humiliating- and he won't stand for it. So when he sees you bend over in the little skirt, he has to do something about it. 

You yelp as he grabs you, his hand closing around your wrist as he spins you around and slams yur back into the wall. Your head hurts where it hit the plaster, and your wrist hurts where he’s still crushing it in his hand. “You did that on purpose.” he accuses. You don't even know what you did. “Don't move.” he demands, letting go of your wrist to drop to his knees. The action alone is so unlike feitan, it’s unlike him to touch you, and it’s unlike him to kneel in front of you like this. There’s something wrong. 

He reaches up under your skirt to pull your underwear down- he’d gotten a good view of them earlier, but it’s different when he’s taking them off you. Feitan pulls them off you, watching the way you shake slightly, but you don't move- exactly like he asked. 

He’s careful with you, methodical in a way that’s unsettling and foreign. You whimper when he brings his fingers to your folds, as if testing the wetness. He glances up at you, eyes not betraying any emotion. He traces his finger along your entrance, not quite letting his fingers dip inside. You try to keep quiet, try to stay still, but it’s so difficult when you can feel yourself getting wetter as he works at you. “Good.” he appraised.

He’s just as methodical and slow with his tongue when he angles his head to lap at your cunt, his lips sealed against you as he works his tongue into you. If he can make you cum like this, maybe he’ll consider forgiving you for your little stunt earlier. If not, he’ll eat you over and over again until you beg him to stop.

Shalnark- 

He looks up at you from between your legs, eyes shining as he carefully and skillfully swirls his tongue over your clit. Your whole body is trembling from the pleasure he’s giving you, the way he so deftly and methodically takes you apart. Shalnark knows he’s making you feel good, he can feel it in the way you clench around his fingers, the way your slick drips down his hand, the way that you taste so so good. 

He lets out a soft little laugh, his hot breath making you whine, and he pulls his mouth from you. You whimper at the loss, mind too foggy to really think of how you shouldn't want this. But he’s making you feel so good, and you can't deny yourself this- anything he’s willing to give you. 

“You want to cum?” he asks, voice obviously amused. You nod. He twists his wrist just so, making you gasp and arch up against him. “I don't know, you’re not acting like you do.” he taunts. Of course he’d take a moment like this to tease you- shalnark would never miss the opportunity to toy with you. “Maybe if you beg me, I'll consider letting you.” 

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[evie-sturns]

𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 - 𝒞𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑜

summary: you're at chris's house to hangout and watch a movie, but it ends in you riding him till he cant think.

warnings: smut, sub!chris, swearing

requested: yuup

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me and chris have been together for a month or so, but we've never fucked. i mean, hes never really brought it up to me because he doesn't want to rush our relationship.

It's 8:30pm, and i'm approaching chris's front door for a movie night.

i knock 3 times softly on the front door and chris slowly opens it, his face lights up when he sees me.

"y/n! you look beautiful." he says giving me a hug and bringing me inside. hes wearing a white shirt and grey sweatpants, my heart drops as i see a slight dick imprint through his sweatpants.

"oh my god" i whisper to myself before i walk into his living room behind him, he jumps onto the couch and rests an arm on the headrest of the couch, signalling for me to come sit next to him.

"so what are we watching?" i say cuddling next to chris, resting my head on his chest.

he seems distracted by something, my eyebrows furrow "chris?" i repeat softly and he shakes his head quickly

"hm?" he says putting a pillow on his lap swiftly.

"you alright?" i say quietly as i flick through netflix, "y-yep yeah." he says frantically.

i put on a show and cuddle closer to chris, making myself comfortable, he squirms slightly before standing up off the couch. my cheeks flush as i see his lap, which now has a major tent on it.

hes hard.

he locks eyes with mine "im going to the bathroom" he says, droplets of sweat on his forehead form as he notices my eyes, fixed on his crotch. "chris.." i say slightly shocked as my eyes flicker from his dick to his eyes.

chris goes red as he stands looking at me with humilation spread on his face "shit sorry.." he mumble backing out of the living room.

"come back chris." i say staring at him and he walks slowly over to me in silence.

"sit down." i demand and he instantly does, he looks terrified and pissed with himself.

"sorry about you know.. that." he whispers "i can go fix it, just give me like 5 minutes, this is kind of embarrasing." he continues.

"dont be embarrased chris." i say palming his dick through his sweats, his breath hitches in his throat, his dick is pressing against the fabric practically begging to be realeased.

i squeeze his dick slightly through his pants making him throw his head back "please." he groans, lifting his hips into my hand. i sit up off the couch then kneel on the floor between his legs. he squirms as he whimpers "are you nervous." i tease, lifting his shirt up revealing his happy trail.

"do you touch yourself a lot chris?" i ask before licking a line from his belly button to the waistband of his sweats. "anwser me please." i say stopping all movements, making him moan lightly in desperation.

"sometimes." chris mumbles, covering his face. "how often." i question "every few days.." he lets out a shaky breath.

i slowly lower his sweatpants, revealing the base of his cock. he grips the pillow beside him "please y/n fuck.." he whines and i pull down the pants even more, his cock springs out onto his stomach and my eyes widen, hes big.

precum leaks out of his tip and down his length. the room is filled with his heavy breaths as i use the ends of my fingers to rub in the precum as a lube.

"chris, tell me what you want me to do."

"ride me please y/n, i cant.." he groans out and i nod, pulling my tanktop off of me and throwing it to the floor, my bra and shorts follow. chris's eyes are layed on me, "oh my fucking god your so beautiful" he whines.

i stand between his legs before sititng down on his thighs, straddling him. hes worked up. i decide to stop teasing and pull off my panties, his jaw slacks as his hair sticks to his forehead from sweat. i sit up slightly before moving up, positing myself above his tip.

i sink down, making chris moan lightly "fuck you're big." i groan as i sit down on his dick fully. "please keep going.." he whispers as he sinks his fingers into my waist.

after a few minutes of bouncing on his cock he starts to whimper "im so fucking close" he warns before cumming inside of me. "im sorry shit.." he says throwing his head back, instead of stopping i keep going at a quicker pace, overstimulating him "i cant.." he whines sinking his fingers further into my hips. hes already close again as i bounce faster and deeper.

without warning he releases again, deep in me. tears drop down his face from overstimulation and i quickly wipe them from his cheeks before finishing, letting out a soft but load moan.

i instantly pull off of him as he shakes, tears continue to slowly fall down his face. "dont cry, are you okay?" i say softly, sitting on the couch next to him. hes in utter shock. he nods as i pull him into a tight hug "that was alot.." he says shakily, but a small smirk plays at his lips. "i really liked it, you felt so good." he says embarrassed as i droop a leg over his thigh.

"chris." i say, my eyes widening.

"yeah..?"

"how the fuck are you hard again."

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[singlehandedcreation]

desperately need daddy to strap me to the breeding bench, fuck me till he cums hard, plug me up with a knotted dildo. god its long. too long. it hurts where its pressed up against my cervix. i whine and beg and plead but daddy just laughs. i feel tears welling up. he starts walking around the bench, dragging his fingertips along my flank as he does. maybe he gets infront of me, making me sloppily kiss his sticky tip. i can taste my cunt juices mixed with his pre. maybe when he gets hard again, he rips the dildo out, looking pleased at my gape before pushing his cock in.

“such a dirty mutt for me arent you?” i cant speak. the best i can offer is a groan as i press my face into the bench, drooling. i dont notice him cumming a second time.

his hips slow and he pulls out, watching both of his loads drip out of me, covering my tdick in his cum.

“daddy made such a mess of you puppy…” his hands squeeze at my ass, prying my cheeks apart to see my boy hole better.

“do you want daddy to clean you up?” the whine i let out is whorish. fitting for a slutty puppy like me.

he rolls his hips till the tip of his softening cock is pressed right up against my hole. then i feel it. a steady pressure, an ache. daddy needs to clean me, i remind myself. i force myself to breath through the pain.

daddy keeps pissing inside my boy hole until he’s nice and empty. when he pulls out for the final time, i try to hold his piss in but my hole is wrecked. it steadily drips out of me till the floor beneath us is covered in our mess.

yeah

[slut4matt8383]

take it | Matt sturniolo

mattxfem!reader

summary: you and matt are driving when you find yourself in the mood to tease him. when he cant handle the teasing, you challenge him and he lets you attempt to prove yourself.

warnings: fluff(in the beginning), teasing, touching, pet names (baby, sweetheart), female receiving

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you and matt were in his room, laying underneath the warm covers of his bed. the sun was setting quickly, and suddenly it dawned on you that you hadn't gotten the groceries you needed to prepare dinner that night. "shit." your hand makes contact with your forehead. you look at the boy beside you, who is now peacefully asleep. “matt, wake up, wake up.”, you shake him till you know for sure he’s awake.

“im awake, im awake,” he assures you as he props himself up against the headboard, a little groggy now. “i forgot to get more groceries for dinner tonight,” you tell him, your head resting in your hand and an irritated look on your face. “baby, it’s ok; we can just order something.” he says as he comforts you by tracing his fingers along the soft skin of your arm. “please just let me make you dinner; i really want to,” you beg him.

he continues to rub his fingers on your arm as he ponders. this would mean he would have to actually get up and drive you, but if that’s what you really want, he wouldn’t be one to say no to you. he agrees to drive you without you having to do too much persuading. you both slowly pull yourselves out of bed and slip on some shoes. you realize that there’s no way you’re going to last the whole evening without dozing off, so you scavenge the fridge for something to keep you awake.

you come across an opened can of pepsi and take a sip out of it, that’ll do. you both make it out to the car and pull out of the garage. while driving, Matt takes several drinks out of the Pepsi that you brought into the car, in hopes it’ll help clear out the grogginess he still feels. the caffeine must be kicking in, because you start to feel a little more energized and playful. as a couple of quiet minutes pass by, you find it hard to sit still and keep your hands to yourself.

you admire the way he looks when he’s driving, and your hand wanders towards his thighs, like it has a mind of its own and use your thumb to gently rub his thigh. you keep your eyes trained on him, and you notice how flustered he is by your simple movements. matt is a rather sensitive person most of the time; you knew that, but the way he’s reacting to your simple touch tells you he’s feeling extra sensitive. “baby, what are you doing?” he asks as he shifts in his seat, his breaths getting heavier. you continue to massage his thigh, ignoring his question.

you notice him grip the steering wheel tighter, getting even more flustered by your actions. “hey, y/n, what’s going on?” he asks as he holds your hand, halting your actions. you smirk, “what do you mean? can i not touch my boyfriend?” you ask, pretending like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing. “you can, but not like that and not right now,” he says, stealing a look at you before returning his gaze to the road ahead of him. “what? can’t even handle my hand on your thigh now?” you pout at him.

you’re having too much fun with this. you pull your hand out of his grasp and return it to his inner thigh, giving it a squeeze. he gasps and quickly stops you from going further. “y/n, please, not while i’m driving. you’re gonna make me crash the car,” he says in a serious tone.

you slam your back into the seat and cross your arms, letting out a huff, a little annoyed at the fact you’re not even allowed to touch your boyfriend when you have all this energy. matt notices the mini-fit you throw, but he doesn’t really feel bad for not wanting to crash the car. “sweetheart, please don’t be mad, you don’t understand how it feels to be touched like that while driving; it’s hard,” he explains. “for you, maybe, i could handle it,” you respond with a cocky tone.

he raises an eyebrow and studies your appearance, assuming you’re just joking. “i’m serious! let me drive, and i’ll show you,” he doesn’t believe you at all. “we’re not getting into a crash just so you can prove something.” he says, shaking his head, completely dismissing your proposal. “oh, i get it. you’re scared im gonna prove you wrong,” you challenge with a smug look.

the next thing you know, matt is pulling the vehicle to the side of the road in response. he puts the car in park and unfastens his seatbelt in one swift motion. you watch as all this unfolds with an amused look on your face. the door on his side swings open, and he hops out and makes his way to your side of the car. you’re frozen in place as you try to figure out what’s going on.

he rips your door open. “get out,” he commands. you obey him and swiftly unbuckle your seatbelt to slide out of your seat. “go ahead, baby, drive the car,” he motions toward the side with the wheel. you smile at him and pick up your feet to make your way around the front of the car. you don’t know why you’re a little nervous now; maybe you were a little overconfident, but this is what you asked for.

he silently admires how confident you look driving his car; it kind of turns him on, but he knows it’s not about him right now. he cups your bare knee with his cold, ring-clad hands. “doin’ so well, baby, you feelin’ alright?” he asks, slightly sarcastic. “i’m fine, matt, keep going,” you encourage him. you’re focus is on the traffic in front of you and the names of the streets, so you don’t miss your next turn.

he lets you drive for a while, staying quiet and admiring your focus. you feel his hand travel up your mid-thigh and his thumb rub the outside of it, just like you did to him earlier. “y’know, matt you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that if you’re gonna distract me,” you say with a cocky tone as you switch lanes. matt only smirks at your statement and progresses up your thigh, causing your breath to hitch.

his delicate fingers tracing your skin and his rings, giving you slight chills. he observes your reactions to his touch. “are you bothered by me touchin’ you like this, baby?” he asks you as his hand starts to massage your thigh. you tuck your lip between your teeth to keep any noises from coming out, and your eyebrows knit together slightly in pleasure. you simply shake your head in response to his question.

“c’mon, baby, use your words,” he says in a slightly demanding tone, and he uses his free hand to tuck your hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. “f-feels fine, matt” you say shakily, still trying to keep your composure. matt laughs at your response, finding all this to be amusing. “you sure your fine, baby, you don’t look it,” he teases and continues to massage the inside of your thigh. you love the way he touches you and how good his hands feel working on your thigh, but you can’t give into it. “mhm, im s-sure” you struggle to get a sentence out.

we stop at a red light, and matt takes the opportunity to move his hand all the way up your thigh, brushing his fingers over your clothed clit, “how ‘bout that?” he asks with a smile plastered on his face. your concentration falters a little, and a moan slips past your lips. you grip the steering wheel as you try to regain your focus. “y-you can do whatever you want-want, i can take it.” this sentence comes out as more of a whine. you both know that’s a lie, but matt is curious about how far you will go to keep up this act.

the light turns green, and it takes you a moment to carefully press down on the gas. “whatever i want, huh?” he says in a seductive tone. “mhm” you nod your head. he smiles smugly and begins rubbing circles on your clit through your shorts. you let out a gasp and clench your thighs. you try to muffle your moans by keeping your lips sealed together, but it’s obvious how much he’s affecting you now.

you close your eyes for a second. “eyes on the road, baby,” matt reminds you. you realize that you were so focused on what matt’s fingers were doing that you missed your turn. “shit, i was supposed t-to turn back there” you manage to inform him while he continues his actions. he keeps rubbing you, not too concerned about where we are now. “looks like you’re not as focused as you thought you were,” he tuts, shaking his head in disapproval. he rubs you faster as punishment, and you’re not even trying to hide your emotions now.

you don’t know how much more you can take before falling apart; your thighs are clenched tight and your stomach is doing flips. you glance down at his veiny arm working at you, and it only makes you more desperate. matt is enjoying the view and the way you respond to his touch. he decides to rub a little faster, and you moan his name, shooting your hand down to grip his wrist, halting his actions. he can’t help but smirk when you stop him from going faster. “aw, what was that? can’t take it anymore?” he says in a degrading tone.

your breaths are heavy, and your cheeks are flushed, a deep shade of pink. “do you really want me to stop, baby?” he asks, using his right hand to tuck the hair behind your ear that had slipped forward. “n-no, i w-want you so bad,” you whine. “i j-just don’t w-wanna crash,” you say. he chuckles when you beg him not to stop. “i knew you didn’t really want me to stop. just pull over there, sweetheart.”

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(i dont really write fanfics but i wrote this hope you guys like it and it’s fine if u don’t but i was bored and wanted to post it)

[hanasnx]

thinking about hak fucking me dumb on his cock. folding me in half before stuffing me full. fucking me till my head is completely empty. only thing my poor dumb brain could process is the feeling of him stretching me out. the sound of his hips smacking against me. those sweet coos of praise as he makes me cum over n over. talking me through it, the room heady n thick w the scent of sex, bodies tacky w sweat, stuck together tightly while he rocks into me n im starry eyed, cumming on his cock w panted whimpers, n hes just nuzzled into my hairline to whisper encouragement of how fucking good i feel n im doing so well, cumming so pretty for him, while his arms flex n his abs tighten at how hard im creaming around him

take a bow.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: you don't know what you did to me with this one anon. i loved this fucking inbox message. god thank you like oh my god i cant believe it WARNINGS: fem reader | dom hak | explicit sexual content | established relationship | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | p in v.

HAK isn’t especially talkative during sex, save for the occasional comment that always has your insides begging to be screwed. Instead, he fills that silence with the language of his body, ardently conveying his desires as he folds you in half with his hands on your thighs. However, this is an exception. "H-Hak!" you choke out, but he lovingly hushes you, stroking your hair as he feeds his cock into your exposed hole from the position.

"Hold it right there for me, princess, don't move a muscle." he tells you with awe in his eyes and haste in his movements, introducing you to just the tip of him to let you get comfortable. You nod to him with artificial determination, squeezing your eyes shut as you adjust to him. His length is not only formidable, but his girth leaves nothing to be desired, thickly rutting into you to hollow out a place for himself. "Takin' it so good, baby, you want some'ore?" he murmurs in encouragement, and you nod again with a little whimper. A warm hand spans the base of your stomach, and you peep, peeling your eyes open as he holds your gaze with such a casually comforting expression. "Relax." he orders, but it's not a command, it's a strong suggestion. You breathe in deeply, and slack as much as you can while his hips swing in and out.

Gradually, and with a lot of groundwork, Hak is able to sheathe, and you're limp as a doll. A callused thumb affectionately strokes at your clit, puffy from stimulation. "Poor thing had to cum a couple times just to get me in, huh?" he taunts with a couple flicks of his hips, bobbing your whole body with such minuscule force. You whine from his cruelty paired with the stinging pleasure of being filled, clutching tight around his neck as he bites at your lobe. He had half a mind to warn you he's gonna go harder now, but you wouldn't verbally react anyway. Instead, he sets a regular pace, and moans in your ear from low in his throat, showing you how good you feel. The quiet is filled with the sound of his cock plunging into your gooey center, the smack of skin on skin as he harvests his own pleasure from the throes of this bed, using your brainless body to do it. He's thinking of you, thinking of how to make you feel good, watching you intently in the dull light as your mouth hangs open and your eyes flutter closed, and in turn it sends a rush through him. He renders you practically lifeless as a sex toy with just the efforts of his cock pistoning into you.

It's not long before you're cumming again, all it takes is a little tickle to your clit as he fucks you. Cream oozes out from around his cock, your hole pulsing around his shaft, but he doesn't let up. Your walls are overstimulated, but you're so far gone you let him do whatever he wants, it doesn't matter what it is. You want him to use you. "Oh, yeah, baby. Just like that." he talks you through it, keeping up a steady pace with the roll of his thumb over your clit, letting you ride it out your full body spasms. "You're so easy. Feel like I could just do this." Leisurely, he moves in you while he toys with your sensitive bud, observing your reactions as you appear as though you're reaching another orgasm. "Fuck, princess, how many is that already? Wanna do a couple more?" For the first time, you're able to gain autonomy of your own anatomy, clutching at him wherever you can reach to meekly shake your head. "No?" he confirms, amused. A wolfish grin stretches onto his lips as he cruelly tests you, his deft finger curls and straightens over your clit, swiping at it in a harsh manner.

"You're being mean!" you whine, banging your fist against his chest.

"You could make it harder for me, you know."

"Hak!" you chide and he snickers at you.

"I'll be nicer. I'll be nicer." he concedes, lowering himself to encase you with his body, sweetly moving his hips to sheathe and unsheathe completely. You pant over his shoulder, tangling your fingers in his hair to ground yourself as he drives his cock into you. The room is heated by your efforts, and your skins are tacky with sweat, the salt mixing with saliva as he leaves a series of passionate open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. "I can't get over how good you feel, never felt anything like it." he speaks against your shoulder, ending it with a generous lick. "Where've you been all my life, huh? Where's this cunt been hiding?"

There's a familiar tenseness in your stomach that lets him know another one is brewing, and he doesn't dare upset the pace. He keeps talking to you, pulling back for better leverage as you meet his gaze with stars in your eyes. A dreamy smile curls the corners of your mouth as you feel that sweet warmth bloom in your body, nearing you to the edge. "Cum for me, pretty girl, wanna see you do it one more time." With that, you release, more powerful than before. Your back arches off the bed, and protectively he holds you through it, pressing you chest to chest with him as he licks your insides with the head of his cock. Your sweet cream spurts out from around him, dripping to the covers as nuzzles your damp hairline. His hard body against yours, you can feel his every muscle, but he's gentle when he coos praises about how good you did for him.

[malewifeharem]

sex with danheng IL

彡- ,, brainrot???? small fic????? of sex with danheng IL hehe

cw ⁞ afab!reader, nsfw filth (duh), dragon features (two pp but only one goes in ha?, size diff, FANGSSSSSSS), mention of prey/predator dynamic, marking, breeding kink IF YOU SQUINT, scent kink IF YOU SQUINT EVEN HARDER

an ⁞ YALL FR GONNA FIND A WAY TO REPOPULATE THE VIDYADHARA CLAN ;D (idk how im gonna play hsr the same way after writing this...) im not very happy with the intro but its wtv.

@cloudshuffle my amazing awesome proofreader <3

after getting intimate with each other a couple times, danheng and you have discussed taking things up a notch. i imagine him coming back to the astral express, incredibly frustrated after a stressful mission (after seeing his ex in xianzhou), and he really just needed you. you excitedly welcome him back but you're suddenly pinned down — wrists enveloped by his hand and his tail coiling itself around your leg.

"d-danheng? what's wrong...?"

he growls carnally, his cerulean eyes hazed with lust. he dives in for your chest, inhaling deeply before lightly nipping at your neck with his fangs and branding you as his with a few hickies.

"need you now. you know your safe word, yes?" he huffs impatiently, tugging at your shirt.

you nod before hurriedly ridding yourself of your top and bra, exposing your upper half to your lover.

"so beautiful," he whispers in awe.

danheng's hands immediately lock in on your tits, gently squeezing them before giving each of them a sweet suck. your cute little whimper just spurs him on even more! you're so much smaller than him, it's adorable. but it really doesn't help his innermost desires to manhandle tf outta you. it's just part of his animalistic urges as a dragon, after all.

his hands quickly trails down to unclip your skirt and pushing your panties aside to finger you. you let out a small gasp at this, slightly unnerved by his hastiness but you weren't complaining at all. it's not long till he adds another finger, coaxing a low moan out of you. with your walls clenching so deliciously around his fingers, the dragon wondered how you would feel around his cock instead.

"cant take it anymore... please 'heng..," you whine.

"hm, my baby's so needy all for me? i'll give you what you want since you asked so sweetly."

danheng chuckles before discarding his own slacks, revealing his erect cocks. (yes, two ehe) it's so pretty, being tinted a light turquoise at the base and a pink-ish fleshy color at the tip. he slides one of them in slowly — the stretch being so much bigger than his fingers. you both moan in unison once his length is fully buried in your wetness, with his hand pressing down on your spine, putting you in a mean arch. he waits for your signal before moving his hips, thrusting slow and deep — allowing you to feel every vein, every inch. your skin flushes in embarrassment when you notice how lustful danheng looks in the moment, eyeing you hungrily as if you're meek prey, who've fallen into the beast's domain. (omg so alpha) as he picks up his pace, your cries of pleasure only grow louder and you're sincerely hoping march won't call you both out on it later.

you wrap your arms around danheng's neck, hungrily pulling him in for a kiss while your legs encircles his waist — forcing his cock to drive deeper into you.

"mmfh— fuck, you're sucking me in... feels so good, darling," he pants in between sloppy, wet kisses. it's so messy, the way your pussy squelches sinfully with each thrust — your juices coating his girth with a layer of slick and even spilling onto the sheets below. he continues rutting into you ruthlessly, knocking all the air out of you as your hands find their way onto your boyfriend's back, leaving searing marks — staking your claim. the pain only turning him on even more, he hisses as his breath grows erratic, warning you of his impending release. you're on the edge of your own climax too, a familiar coil tightening in your abdomen.

"haah... i can feel you clenching around me, let's cum together," he groaned in your ear, enveloping you with the essence of him — body, soul, and mind. to him, you look best all fucked-out, guts rearranged and your mind filled with only thoughts of him and his dick. one particular prod to your g-spot sends you to your climax, your cunt clamping down impossibly harder on your poor boyfriend's dick. your words coming out as broken, incoherent sobs as your body quivers from the intensity of it all.

with your pussy milking him for all he's worth like that, how was danheng supposed to hold back? he shot ribbons of pearly white cum inside of you, making sure to fill every crevice of you with him — his cock twitching with each pulse.

"i would've never expected cumming inside of you would feel so good... could we go one more round? gonna fill you up real good again, i promise."

[tarrynightss]

heyyyy 😻💗 (girls before requesting the nastiest shit)

ok so sukuna fcking reader (fem preferably but can be gn too) so hard just she doesnt feel pleasure it hurts, like shes not crying shes BAWLIN' her eyes out, shes begging for him to stop and then she actually cant cum she just shakes and shakes and then hes actually stopping like a cute aftercare with him reader just cries in his arms (a little) because it hurts.

(ovbiously only if you are ok with it)

thankss 💗

Heyyy 🤭 Oh hell yeah I’m down, a nice caring moment with Sukuna.

Tags: Smut, rough sex, hint of dacryphilia, stopping sex because of pain, comfort, aftercare

Pairing: Sukuna x fem!reader

Your hands balled in the sheets in front of you, your back arching as Sukuna fucked into you from behind in wet slaps. The strength of his thrusts would’ve shoved you forward if it wasn’t for his hands firmly holding you in place, high pitched moans spilling from your lips as pleasure built inside you. His cock hits perfectly every time.

Sukuna shifts to have one hand grip onto your hair, harshly pulling you up till your back almost reaches his chest. The new angle makes him slide deeper, causing him to growl against your neck. The sensation of his hot breath followed by his teeth digging into the soft skin makes your eyelids flutter, lost in it till a sharp thrust pulls you out. You try to shake off the sting you felt, but as he continues thrusting harshly into you, it happens over and over again, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“S-Sukuna,” you whimper out, one hand weakly moving back to push at his hips.

It feels like he’s going uncomfortably deep, making you grit your teeth whenever he bottoms out with a loud slap. The sharp pain has tears form in your eyes, squeezed out when he tugs at your hair fast and hard. The cry you let out doesn’t sound too out of place, only managing to spur Sukuna on as he bites down on your neck till you’re sure a delicate bruise is blooming there. You try to shift the position slightly, but he holds you too firmly, and more and more tears flow from your eyes till your chest is heaving. Your pussy throbs painfully, all traces of pleasure gone as you can only feel the pain now.

“S-shit,” you shake in his grasp as you try to form words, your lips wobbling. You’re full on sobbing now, but not from the usual intense pleasure.

Sukuna is completely oblivious to your pain, lost in the haze of his own pleasure and not noticing anything out of the ordinary yet.

“Stop!” The words burst from your mouth. “Stop please, Sukuna!”

You feel him freeze against you for a second, his body going rigid before he quickly pulls out of you. His hand lets go of your hair and he swiftly puts you on your knees on the bed, his features warped by worry.

“What happened? Are you hurt?”

You’re still heaving, fat tears falling from your eyes as you try to catch your breath. Not getting an answer from you, he carefully spreads your folds with his fingers, examining if he can see any injuries or blood. He relaxes slightly when he notices none, but still there’s something obviously wrong for you to react this way. He lays down on the bed and pulls you against him, making you lay on your side and cuddle up against his chest.

His hand strokes over your hair, shushing you gently. “Breathe, my sweet, you need to breathe.”

It takes a few more minutes of crying in his arms until slowly, you start calming down, the pain still present but now more of a dull throb. You wipe a hand over your face, embarrassment heating it as you realize how badly you freaked out.

“S-Sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean to panic that badly,” you mumble out.

Sukuna quirks an eyebrow at you, his arm wrapping tighter around your waist. “I don’t care about that. Are you alright?”

You testingly squeeze your thighs together, relieved to find that the pain doesn’t get worse when you do. You nod. “Yeah, I think so. I’m not sure what happened, but somehow it really hurt when you changed positions.”

He hums as he takes in your words, a contemplative look on his face. “I see.”

A silence blooms between the two of you, and you interpret it as him being displeased. You bite your lip before springing to your knees, your hand sliding teasingly over his bare chest. “I can go again now. It’s fine.” You form a sheepish smile on your face despite the still present throbbing between your legs.

A deep frown etches its way onto his face at that, and he slightly sits up. “No, it’s not. I like seeing you cry on my cock but not because you’re hurting, so lay down.”

Sukuna is never one to mince words, making you feel both more embarrassed and relieved that he’s not expecting you to go again. When you lay down, he’s on you in a matter of seconds, pressing a kiss against your lips before trailing his mouth further downward, keeping eye contact with you as he does so.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles the words against your flesh over and over again as he trails from your chin down to your stomach. It’s a rarity to hear him say it once, nevermind so many times in a row.

The kisses aren’t heated like they usually are when he moves down your body like this, instead intensely gentle. You watch with wide eyes as he stops right at your mount, giving the plush flesh a long, loving kiss before apologizing again. Your heart flutters in your chest, all negative emotions swiftly fading as you watch him. When he moves back up your body, he kisses you again, cupping your face in his hands.

His intense red gaze pierces yours as he holds you. “What do you need? Say it and you’ll have it.”

You know he means it. You could say the most ridiculous thing out there right now and he’d stomp out to make it happen.

Your smile widens, sliding a hand through his soft hair. “Maybe we can take a bath? It still hurts a bit and maybe the warmth can help.”

He nods and swiftly picks you up, making you giggle as he carries you to the bathroom like royalty. Sukuna makes sure everything is how you like it, sitting behind you to function as your pillow as he watches some bathbomb fizz and color the water a deep shade of purple. He doesn’t get all of this necessarily, but that doesn’t matter. As long as you’re getting comfortable, then he’s satisfied, resting his chin on the top of your head and massaging your lower stomach gently with his fingers.

[shoyoist]

now that i've read your sub julien fic i need a lil thirst for him to DOMINATE u in bed

I like to imagine him fuckin u in front of the mirror all messy <3 sorry but i cant act normal after his spread came out i love himm

──── 𝐋𝐎𝐖-𝐊𝐄𝐘 : julien loki

content: gn!reader, dom julien + mirror sex, lots of praise and sweet talk, multiple orgasms, mind-break(?) a few generic french terms of affection. a/n: literally never passing up a chance to write for a dark-skinned poc lmaoo thank you for sending this in nonnie!

sometimes, you think julien is so fucking agonizing. but in the best way — if that makes sense.

he's got those gentle eyes, that low-voiced hum, those firm hands. all the right words and all the best moves. he hypnotizes you so easily, like he's a magician and you're a pretty little pet he's picked out from his audience.

he could bite right into you, and you wouldn't even know it. because he'd be murmuring soft, sweet nothings into your skin the entire time, and the tone of his voice is enough to tip you into a daze — you'd let him do anything he wanted.

like you're doing right now.

julien has one hand wrapped around your throat, like a pretty bow-tie that's just a little too tight. his other hand squeezes at your chest, holding your body pressed firmly to his, coaxing little whines out of you with feather-light, teasing brushes of his fingertips at your sensitive nipples. you're sat in his lap, bouncing like a bobble-headed doll while he fucks up into you.

"look, chéri," he nods to the full length mirror propped up by the bed, facing your bodies. he holds your throat a little tighter, kissing the side of your neck gently as he groans with you. "lovely."

you know he doesn't even mind if you don't look, knowing that by this point you're too high on the pleasure he's giving you to respond properly — but your eyes flit to the reflection waiting before you anyway, as obedient as ever for him.

julien sits at the edge of the bed, you in his lap with your legs spread nice and wide so he can watch the way his cock slides in and out of your messy hole. both your bodies glow with a sheen of sweat, and if you look close enough, you can see tear streaks lining your face. "j—julien," you whine. "'m close. getting close."

"yeah? gonna cum for me again?" he chuckles, pressing another soft kiss to your neck. "so easy tonight."

he says that, but that's only because he's gentle with his words. magician's silver tongue. the way he's fucking you has you out of your mind — he's the one that's got you ragdoll-limp in his arms, and he's teasing you, calling you easy. "mh— julien."

your moan is sweet, but julien doesn't sound impressed when he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. "ah, shhh. use your words, love."

the pace of his cock in and out of you doesn't relent, and you're only able to let out another moan in response. his hand slips down from your chest to the space between your legs anyway, touching you just the way you like it.

"hhn, please. nearly there." you let out, and his fingers press just slightly harder, pushing you to the edge immediately. he'd tell you to hold the orgasm and wait till he allows you to cum, but he knows you're past that point. there's no playing with you anymore, fucked out and dumb on his cock.

so he pulls the high out of you like a man at a magic show with a top hat and a wand, letting go of your throat so he can press at your chest and whisper in your ear to breathe deeper and slower, knowing the orgasm lasts so much longer when you're relaxed and dozey. "there you go, mon trésor... so good for me."

his voice comes out just slightly cracked, feeling you flutter around him, tight and warm and wet. you're really so damn good.

"you can take some more, can't you?" he hums, finally bringing his hand back up, cupping your face and turning your lips to him for a kiss. "make me feel good?"

"mmm," you nod, and julien knows you're doing it mindlessly. he sees the tears in your eyes, the blank look in them. he lets out a little laugh, grabbing your hips to adjust your body. he knows you're all his for the taking. as long as he keeps giving you kisses and talking to you sweetly, you'd let him do anything.

"alright, baby." he feels his cock twitch within you, ready to empty another load inside. his grip on your body tightens once more, turning you towards the mirror. "eye-contact with yourself while i fuck you, now. good."

[ratskcoreddie]

the only thing on my mind right now is steve harrington being pussy drunk, filth under the cut 18+

this cant end.

your laying flat on your tummy, one of your knees is bent at your side so you can prop your ass up high for the man behind you. steve is fucking you slow and steady. his palm is flat on your ankle, fingers curling around it and squeezing every few seconds to bring himself back to earth. steve slows and pulls out, till only half of him remains inside of you. delaying the release of his impending orgasm. you’ve both been like this for an hour. him pulling out halfway and cock warming you to feel every twitch you supply him. he waits until he catches his breath. then he can’t fight it anymore and his hips jerk, causing him to sink back in. he burrows himself to the hilt.

“oh fucckk”, he groans. “th- this.. fucking pussy is perfect for me.. baby”. steve’s abdomen flexes. “you’re.. you’re gonna make me c— cum… soon m’promise.. ill give it to you”.

you feel every ridge of his length. the curve of his cock is so delicious. it’s been hitting that one spot only he can reach over and over making you delirious. you’re already so desperate and needy to be filled with one of his loads. you’ve been begging for it under him. the promise of it coming soon fuels your desire. he squeezes your ankle tighter.

“i— i love this cunt.. im gonna fill you up“ he hisses, “shit.. i w… i just wanna stay like this. fuck. oh fucck… for a little bit longer”.

he wont shut up. each of his praises he moans working down to your core and soaking him perfectly. he can’t take his eyes off of the slick coat your leaving all over him. wet, sloppy, messy, sticky, dirty. and sinful. the sight almost makes him lose it. you pulse around him and he drives deeper into you. you feel every single movement and your third orgasm is hurling towards you. faster than his first. you understand his issue. you could stay like this forever too. under him, where you belong. but the satisfaction of feeling your core snap around him again blinds you with a white light. he pulls out. you suck him back in. steve groans while he takes a slow drag out.

“im.. im so close”, you whimper. steve growls “bab.. baby hold it.. god, please. ju- just.. i wanna stay inside a little longer. you’re so pretty like this. shit. you’re gripping me baby..”.

he tries to argue, knowing that if he feels you cum around him he’d topple over his ledge. this cant end. he wont let it end. he squeezes your ankle tighter and completely stills. only giving you half of him. steve throws his head back when you let out a whine that sounds raspy. your throat being destroyed from his earlier abuse. you thrash under him. having enough of the slow push and pull of him. it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t mean to be a tease. he was just so enamored with the feeling of you that he was completely unaware that he’s been edging you of your releases for his own selfishness.

you throw you ass back onto him taking all of him. before he can pull away your speeding up your hips. desperately moving them up and down on his length. the motion send his hurdling over you. instantly digging himself deeper and letting you work against him to control the pace you need to achieve your end.

“oh. fuck! fuckk!” he cries.

he’s whining and trying to stay still to allow you to keep your tempo and hold himself back at the same time. this can’t end. your body is meeting his without permission. steve reaches down to grab your hips and lets you do the work for him. you move methodically while he grips onto your skin for desperation. this can’t end. his whole body shutters and you feel him twitch inside you. before you feel his release filling you up, his mouth is letting you know what’s to come.

“baby.. ple..please” he whimpers, trying to go back to how it was before, but when he feels your body tense up for him.. he’s a goner.

“i— fuck! babybabybaby ..i’m cumming!”

all good things must come to an end.

[guttednights]

Bonnie

As he opens the door to his flat, he's surprised when you don't come running to him with that pretty smile of yours. Not today, weird. He takes his boots off, breathes in the home smell, and takes off his jacket.

"Bonnie?.."

"Lovie?" no answer.

he walks to your office knocking and opening it to see an empty quiet dark office. must be upstairs, the bathroom? nope. has to be in the bedroom.

He quietly opens the door and finds you asleep in his shirt cuddling with his hoodie. He chuckles and quietly shuts the door and kisses your head. you deeply breathe in and open your eyes slowly before realizing it's your soap. "Baby!" you say quietly as he picks you up, kissing you with passion.

"hi lovie, didya miss me?"

"mhm!" you nod quickly, quickly taking in his smell. Sure he sprayed his hoodie with way too much cologne but it's not the same as his raw scent.

He kisses your neck, "My no panties eh?"

"you know exactly how to welcome me home"

He sets you down on your back on the bed, kissing your neck. your legs quickly wrap around his waist.

"no bra either?" he chuckles, "you tease."

you cant help but smile as he lifts his shirt of your pretty body. His hands exploring every part of your body as his lips are attached to your neck.

"god bonnie" "i missed ye pretty body so much"

His hands squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples as you squirm under him. He smirks and loves the way your body feels in his hands.

Quickly he kisses down your body till at your pussy. "ye soaked for me, Bonnie."

"she missed me too eh?" he said as licking ur sensitive clit.

it's not long before he got your face in the pillow and ass in the air. Hands gripped so tightly on you as he thrusts deeply in and out. "Jesus bonnie, ye so tight."

his grunts are deep and filled with lust as he pulls ur hair. you can feel your climax building and your moans fill the dark light room. his thick girth filling you to the max tearing you up. finally, with a few more deep thrusts you're coming.

"atta girl, coming on me"

his thrust becomes erratic and less strict as he builds to his climax.

"squeezing me so tight Bonnie"

"gonna have to go all night to get ye opened up for me again ye?" he chuckles. you both know he could and will fuck u all night.

before you know he's pumping that thick white cream you love deep inside you, pulling out slapping the tip on your clit then flipping you over to lick the cum that spills out your hot pussy.

after another hour of him making you come you both lay down. he's quick to bring you close arms wrapped around your waist to cuddle you. kissing your back and neck. "mhome Bonnie" "missed ye and ye pretty cunt so much"

side notes : idk just a johnny drabble. absolutely love johnny so why not bless yall with some straight up nasty smut <3 (btw johnny, soap and price def have a breeding kink, argue with the wall.)