#pleas PLEASE STOP OMFG

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for the love of everything that is holy can my roommates invest in desk lamps usually im not even very opinionated about The Big Light but dear god my eyes are getting blasted with big light 24/7 over here

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a in anniversary is for apple pie! | cl16 smau

PAIRING: charles leclerc x wife!reader SUMMARY: charles and y/n return from their wedding anniversary dinner to find their daughter still awake and adamant about wanting the apple pie she was promised tonight! A/N: tysm for 500 followers🥹 pls accept this entirely sweet & happy fic as a token of my appreciation🫶

creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading <3

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charles_leclerc Happy wedding anniversary to my beautiful wife, Y/N. You hold my heart in the palm of your hands, but I couldn't imagine it safer anywhere else. I'm excited for more, mon cœur 🙏❤️

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Fumbling, you struggle to insert the key into the lock, a task made unexpectedly difficult by your husband's impatience. His gentle kisses land on the nape of your neck, his soft whispers proving to be an unwelcome distraction. "Stop it! Can't you wait until we're inside?" you scold, attempting to maintain focus. But his arms remain securely wrapped around your waist, his affectionate gestures relentless. "Remember, we have to face the babysitter the moment we open the door."

"Mhm," Charles hums against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine and a suppressed smile to your lips. You curse silently at the six-inch heels you foolishly chose, your knees growing weaker with each passing second, the shoes only exacerbating the situation.

With a soft click, the door swings open, a rush of relief flooding through you as you silently thank your lucky stars. But before you can fully absorb the scene, the familiar sound of footsteps, accompanied by a beloved voice, reaches your ears.

"Maman!" Your daughter's enthusiastic embrace threatens to topple you as her tiny arms envelop your thighs. The warmth of Charles beside you momentarily dissipates as he steps back, a look of surprise crossing his features.

Running a hand through his beard, he gently tousles D/N's hair as he asks, "What are you doing up so late, love?"

Annie, your babysitter, interjects with a sheepish grin. "I'm sorry, I tried to get her to bed, but she insisted you guys were making apple pie tonight." She scratches the back of her neck, shrugging apologetically. "I did my best, but this little one is quite determined, as I've come to learn. Right, D/N?" Annie redirects her attention downward, addressing your daughter.

“You promised me apple pie, Maman!” D/N's insistent plea rings out, her small fingers grasping the fabric of your dress. “And I want it now! I want it now! I want it now!”

Kneeling down to her level, you gently place a finger to your lips. “Alright, D/N, I can hear you, but not so loud. Remember, at night-time, we use our inside voice, okay?” Tenderly, you intertwine your hands with hers, tracing comforting circles on the back of her hands.

D/N nods solemnly and whispers, “You promised me you’d make apple pie, and I want it now. Papa,” she turns her pleading gaze to Charles, releasing herself from your grasp and wrapping her arms around him. “I’ve been waiting all day for this, please, Papa.”

Motioning for you to handle the situation with Annie, Charles scoops D/N up, settling her on his hip before disappearing down the hallway and into the kitchen.

You straighten up, offering Annie an apologetic smile. “I’m so sorry about that,” you say, reaching into your bag and retrieving an envelope labelled ‘Annie’s pay’. With a gentle gesture, you extend your arm, offering it to her. “This covers today, plus a tip, of course.”

Annie shakes her head, pushing the envelope back towards you. “I can’t accept this. I mean, I failed at getting her to sleep.”

“What?” You try to keep your voice steady, but frustration seeps through. “No, absolutely not.” Determinedly, you grasp her hand, pressing the envelope into her palm before folding it closed. “This is your money; you showed up today and did amazing, as usual. I promised D/N something, so that’s on me, really.”

She tilts her head, her brows furrowing slightly. “Are you sure, Mrs. Leclerc?”

You let out a hum. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s just Y/N. None of that Mrs. stuff in this house, please,” you chuckle, “you're making me feel old.”

“Right, sorry, Y/N,” Annie quickly corrects herself.

Satisfied, you nod. “We’re getting there… But yes, I am absolutely sure. You deserve every single cent. Seriously,” you emphasise, “you’re a huge help to my family.”

"Alright, thank you, Y/N," Annie retrieves her bag from the hook on the wall and opens the door. "Have a good night."

"You too, Annie. Thanks again."

With a sudden slam, the door startles you for a moment before you release a long breath. You kick off your heels, relieved to be free of the "death traps" as you call them. As your feet meet the cool marble floor, a wave of calm washes over you, releasing the tension from your shoulders. It's exactly what you needed. Feeling much better, you slip off your coat and hang it beside the door before making your way into the kitchen.

A short while later…

"Alright," you lean over the counter, your forearms resting on the cool top, a warmth spreading through your heart as you watch Charles holding D/N in his arms, gently swaying side to side as they dance.

"That's what your mum and I were doing after we finished eating," he whispers.

D/N's high-pitched giggles fill the room, her tiny hand gripping a couple of Charles' fingers. "I want to come next time," she says, turning her head towards you. "Please, please, can I come next time, Maman?"

"Yes," you smile, "of course. Next time, you'll join us for our little anniversary date, okay?"

"Yay!" your daughter raises her hands in excitement, her face beaming.

Recalling the original plan, you clap your hands together. "Alright, D/N, are you still sure you want apple pie tonight? Not tomorrow or the day af—?"

"No, no, no!" she interrupts. "I want apple pie now!"

"Okay, okay… Time to wash your hands then, honey."

D/N squirms in Charles' grip, and when he finally releases her, she races for the sink in the corner of the room, immediately flicking the tap on.

Charles chuckles at the sight before turning his attention to you, stepping closer. You straighten up from the counter just in time as his hands envelop you, trapping you between the counter and his body.

"Looks like our plans will have to wait until later, huh?" you whisper, your voice taking on a sultry tone as your fingers trail up his broad chest, halting on his black tie, starting to unravel it.

Charles leans down, his warm breath slipping into the gap between your parted lips, the sweet tinge of red wine coating your tongue. "Looks like it… But I can wait, mon cœur," his voice resonates breathily as he closes the remaining distance between your faces, his soft lips meeting yours, hungry yet gentle. The kiss is brief, barely lasting long enough for you to savour the moment, though he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it slightly before releasing his hold and pulling away.

Remembering your husband’s earlier impatience when you were struggling to open the front door, you fold his tie and set it aside before raising a single brow, asking, “Oh, can you now?”

Charles nods with a sly smile, but before he can respond, D/N beats him to it, diverting your attention as she waltzes towards you.

“Hands are washed!” she exclaims, shaking her hands dry.

"Good job, darling." You slip from Charles’ embrace, grabbing the kitchen roll off the counter and passing it to D/N. "Here."

Once you and Charles have washed your hands, you begin assigning roles. "Baby," you address your husband, pointing, "You’ll chop up the apples, and D/N…" You tilt your head down at your daughter standing in the middle of the kitchen, her smile brimming with excitement. "Do you want to make the shortcrust pastry with me, honey?"

To your surprise, D/N shakes her head and rushes to Charles’ side, her cheek pressed against him. "I want to do what Papa is doing. I don’t want to work with you, Maman."

The admission elicits laughter from you and Charles, his chuckles resonating loudly through the room as D/N pulls open a few drawers and retrieves a butter knife and a chopping board before settling down at the dining table, her back turned to you.

As you turn around, you feel Charles’ strong arms enclose around your waist, his warm hands settling onto your stomach as he whispers into your ear, "You heard the little lady. Everything's just so much more fun with her dad, you know?"

“Shut the fuck up” you quip, jabbing him with your elbow.

“I heard that!”

D/N's words cause you to pivot, fixing your gaze on the back of her head. “I’m sorry, D/N, I shouldn’t have said that,” you concede, shooting a discreet glance at Charles. “It’s just that your father has a knack for being an annoying sh—” You cut yourself off before the insult fully forms, forcing a tight-lipped smile as Charles's laughter reverberates. “Let’s just say, he can be an annoying husband sometimes, you know?”

“No! Papa is never annoying, you’re wrong,” she counters, shooting you a reproachful look before redirecting her attention to Charles, waving. “Come on, Papa, I really want apple pie. Hurry up, I’ve already started!”

“Coming, my love,” Charles murmurs softly, turning back to you and lifting your chin with a gentle touch. He places a tender kiss on your lips, then rests his forehead against yours. “So, I’m an annoying husband, huh?”

You smile and give a nonchalant shrug. “I could've said worse, trust me.”

“Papa!” D/N's voice rings out.

Charles barely flinches at your daughter's outburst, only chuckling softly and shaking his head as he moves toward the dining table, grabbing a cutting board and a knife along the way.

“Guys, we only need about eight to ten apples!” you call out from across the kitchen.

Charles winks at you. “Perfect, we have nine.”

Without further delay, you gather the ingredients for a shortcrust pastry and begin to mix them together.

Some time later…

As you finish rolling out the second dough, D/N rushes over, balancing a large bowl of sliced apples in her arms, and exclaims, “Here, Maman! We finished!”

"Thank you so much, my love," you reply, guiding her to settle the bowl onto the counter before heading towards the oven to turn it on.

Charles lifts D/N onto the counter, and you reach into the cupboard to retrieve the cinnamon, salt, flour, and sugar, handing them to your daughter. With a few instructions, she sprinkles the ingredients into the bowl of apples and begins stirring eagerly.

As D/N continues, you feel Charles' arms wrap around you, and he mischievously pinches the side of your waist, prompting you to shriek and swat his hand away, shooting him a playful glare. "Stop that!"

Once everything's mixed together, D/N eagerly assists you in assembling the pie while Charles holds open the oven door for you to slide it in.

"Perfect," you exclaim, clapping your hands together. "We did really well."

D/N squeals with excitement, jumping up and down before extending her hand towards you, palm facing up. "High-five, Maman!"

You promptly oblige, meeting her hand with yours before she moves on to Charles.

Two hours later…

"Two scoops of vanilla ice cream on your slice?" you inquire, arching an eyebrow at your daughter, who struggles to keep her head up, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily before snapping back open.

"Huh?" she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "Yes, I'm starving, Maman."

You share a knowing glance with Charles, his dimples appearing as he smiles.

With a nod of understanding, you heap two scoops of ice cream onto her slice of golden apple pie, pushing the plate towards D/N.

Both you and Charles observe quietly as she struggles to eat even a single forkful before conceding defeat with a sigh.

Looking up from her plate, D/N's eyes flit between you and Charles, a sheepish smile playing on her lips. "Actually... I'm not hungry anymore." Before you can respond, she hops up from her seat, declaring, "I'm tired. I’m going to bed now."

She gives Charles a goodnight hug, then comes to you, avoiding eye contact as she quickly embraces you. "Good night, Maman."

In the blink of an eye, she vanishes from the kitchen, her footsteps on the marble floor echoing faintly as she races down the corridor, until they're drowned out by the resounding slam of her bedroom door.

You and Charles share a glance, both of you unable to contain your laughter.

After the laughter subsides, you stand up, holding D/N’s plate, and remark, “I’ll pop this in the freezer.”

As you finish storing everything away, Charles rinses the final plate and settles it onto the drying rack. Patting his hands on a paper towel, he fixes you with a tender gaze.

Though you know it's irrational, a wave of insecurity washes over you, making you acutely aware of all your perceived flaws.

"I love you. Happy wedding anniversary to us, mon cœur," Charles' sweet words halt your anxious thoughts as he closes the distance between you, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Your breath catches as his tongue traces patterns across your collarbone, his teeth gently nibbling at your flesh.

It takes considerable effort to suppress a moan, but you manage to respond, "I love you, baby. Here's to at least eighty more."

You feel Charles' smile against your skin before he raises his head, eliciting a whimper as the cool air grazes your now raw neck. Before the sound can fully escape, Charles silences it by pressing his lips firmly against yours. The tension that had built up earlier floods over you like a tsunami, his hands exploring your body as your tongues dance, vying for dominance, until he breaks away abruptly.

Both of you are left breathless.

Once he catches his breath, Charles extends his hand to you, which you grasp eagerly—you need all the support you can get to avoid collapsing onto the floor; your legs feel like jelly.

Noticing your predicament, Charles' lips curl into a proud smile, prompting an eye roll from you as he effortlessly scoops you into his arms, bridal style, and plants a tender kiss on your cheek.

"I think we should continue this in the bedroom, mon cœur," he whispers, carrying you down the hallway, anticipation making your teeth capture your bottom lip.

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[minispidey]

steven grant is so pathetic i need to suck him DRY, would let him cum down my throat and id still be bobbing and gawking

BESTIE ME TOO overstimulation with Steven omfg i just need him to whine and cry.

GAWK GAWK 3000.

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Warnings: just gobble gobble on his dieck, , sub!Steven, begging, whimpering, overstimulation, wrong grammar (english is not my first language)

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Steven gasps softly as he feels your warm breath against his sensitive flesh, his body shivering with anticipation. He bites his lip, unable to contain a soft moan that escapes his lips. The combination of your dominant presence and the intimate act sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

"D'you want my mouth around your cock, hm? Come on, honey... don't be shy and beg." you smirked at him in his pathetic state. Steven's cheeks flush deep crimson as he hears your command. His submissive nature comes to the forefront, and he takes a deep breath, gathering his courage "Please, love..." he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability "I-I'm begging you, please, love, I need you badly... " his voice trembled.

As you continued to tease him with your tongue, Steven's hands clenched the sheets beneath him, his body arching in response to the sensations.

You smirked as you complied with Steven's plea, taking him into your mouth and wrapping your lips around his throbbing length. The taste of him, the heat and the texture, ignited your senses, and you began to suck him with a deliberate rhythm, your tongue swirling and teasing along his sensitive skin.

"Fuck..." Steven's moans filled the room. You continued to move your mouth along his shaft, taking him deeper with each stroke, savoring the weight and the feel of him against your tongue.

The warmth and wetness of your mouth enveloped him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

Lost in the moment, Steven's head fell back, his eyes closed as he surrendered himself to you. The sounds of his moans filled the room "Love— fuck, love..." he whimpered.

With each skilled movement of your mouth, Steven's moans intensified, his body growing more sensitive to your touch.

His hand found its way to your hair, gently guiding you. The sight of you, fully immersed in pleasuring him, only fueled his desire. His body arched off the bed, seeking more of the incredible sensations you were providing, making you gag on his cock.

Steven's breathing became ragged, his hips moving in rhythm with your mouth, desperately seeking release. He was on the edge of ecstasy "Oh, god... don't stop." he gasped, his voice filled with need and desire.

"Gonna cum, love... gonna cum..." he whined as he bucked his hips up. With a final flick of your tongue and an increase in suction, you pushed him over that precipice, eliciting a deep, guttural moan from Steven as he found release in down your throat.

You continued to suck and gently stroke him as he rode out the waves of his orgasm "Love, slow down. I-I came— fuck!" Steven gasped, throwing his head back.

"Honey no more... too much..." you ignored his pleads and continued on sucking the daylights out of him.

"Gonna— fuck... gonna cum again if you keep— fuck!"

Cum spurted out into your tongue a few minutes later, moaning at the salty taste. You spat on his tip, mixing your spit with his cum and kept spreading it.

Still whimpering, Steven held your hand "Sweetheart... no more..." as he began to soften in your mouth, you released him with a soft pop, a smug smile playing on your lips. Saliva sat on the base of his cock, making you smile more "Aw, that feel good, Stevie?" you giggled as you placed a kiss on his shaft.

"Yes... yes... thank you, love..." he breathed out.

"Don't thank me yet. We're not done, honey."

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Can you write for Tsireya that she takes the strap from Na’vi!reader because she was being a brat

Sweet girl

Bratty!Tsireya x Na'vi!Reader

summary: Tsireya just couldn't accept the fact you said no.

warnings: smut, aged up Tsireya, SLIGHT lo'ak slander, this is ass since I wrote it with writers block, grammar and spelling mistakes, strap on sex, edging (kinda brief)

word count: 1.6k

a/n: omfg this was long overdue I'm so sorry it took so long 😞

You were planning this since last week, you promised Tsireya you'd take her to the small island you found. You told her how beautiful it was, she was eager to see it.

But unfortunately, the day you were supposed to take her your mother gave you unexpected chores. Despite your protests and attempts to persuade her to let you go with Tsireya, She didn't listen to your pleas or arguments. She instead sent you on your way.

Now, that lead you here, facing a disappointed Tsireya.

She whined, looking at you with pleading eyes, "But Y/N, you promised!" You sighed, all you could do was give her an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Reya, but my mom told me to do it now," you hoped she would understand. She whined again, her hands tugging on yours attempting to pull you to the shore.

"Can't we just go later?" You sighed, your voice had a tinge of guilt, "You know we can't, Reya. Your parents would murder me." You didn't want to risk going out so late, you feared her parent's wrath. Her disappointment was clear as she frowned.

"Can't you just make someone else do it?" She huffed, her frustration clear, "You know I can't do that." She pouted again, "Please?" She gave you those eyes. The ones that made you'd anything for her, the ones that always made you give in, the ones that you fell for her. But you refused to give in to her again. "I'm sorry, Reya, I can't," She pursed her lips, She muttered, "Fine." and stormed off. "Reya- wait!" She didn't listen.

-

You noticed Tsireya in the distance while you were picking up the food your mother sent you to get. The sudden idea to talk to her came to mind, seeing a glimpse of her made you smile. But your smile soon disappeared when you saw who she was with. Instead of that fluttery feeling in your stomach it was replaced with a sense of discomfort. It was Lo'ak, the new boy.

You don't have anything against Lo'ak, even though he's caused some trouble he's a nice guy. Even then you kept your distance from him. There was just something about him that threw you off. Well, maybe it could be the obvious crush he has on Tsireya and how everyone could tell.

That's what really got under your skin. Even if Tsireya was taken by you, he always gave her subtle looks in her way. Not to mention those compliments he'd give her almost on a daily basis. Obviously, you couldn't help the jealous feeling whenever it happens.

And it didn't help the fact Tsireya knew. Of course she knows, he isn't exactly as subtle as he thinks he is. You talked to her about Lo'aks obvious crush on her, but she always dismisses it. She Insisted that he was just a nice guy.

Unfortunately, Tsireya was using his crush on her as a way to piss you off. You couldn't help but have a tighter grip on the small basket in your hands. You watch them sitting on the sand, the blue and clear ocean right beside them. Tsireya was teaching Lo'ak how to breath longer underwater, to others it seemed like friendly lessons, but to you Tsireya was clearly making you jealous. She kept on glancing in your direction, seemingly trying to be as subtle as she can.

As you stood there, a feeling started to form within you. With a clenched jaw you tried to keep your composure. Your gaze was fixed on the two of them. The feeling of jealousy started bubble up inside you. You watched as she reaches her hand out and places it on his chest, her hand every so gently slowly going down until it stopped right above his nave. Lo'ak's breathing became faster, his tail that was once relaxed twitched behind him.

Your eyes met hers, you saw the challenge in them, she was daring you to do something, to break and give in. You obviously refused again.

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. You harden your gaze at the girl, she only pouted and looked away. The slight irritation made you huff. You'll just have to talk with her later.

-

The sky slowly got darker as the day was coming to an end, the sky becoming a gorgeous shade of orange. You were so busy all day, but now you're finally free which means you can finally deal with Tsireya.

You looked for Tsireya in the village, you looked for her familiar figure. After a few minutes you found her, she was standing close with Lo'ak. She laughed at something he said, the jealous surged through you at the sight.

As you walked towards Tsireya and Lo'ak, Your pissed off behavior was obvious to others. The people you passed gave you concerned looks. You couldn't shake the feeling of jealousy and possessiveness off of you.

Finally, you reached Tsireya. You felt a sense of relief, you were finally with her. You wrapped your arm around her, holding tightly as you look at Lo'ak directly in his eyes. The sense of tension was in the air, you held her close, the feeling of possessiveness making you want to keep her closer.

Tsireya couldn't help the feeling of arousal in her, she could never admit it, but she always found it attractive when you were possessive. The way you always got defensive made her find you cute.

With a tiny hint of irritation you asked, "Reya why don't I take you home? We haven't spent time together all day." You knew you wanted to be with her alone. She looked at you for a moment before agreeing. You two left Lo'ak alone, she waved him goodbye over her shoulder.

The walk to your home was silent. The entire time you still felt the strong sense of jealousy. Your arm, that was around her shoulder, was now locked onto her hand.

The moment you were in private, the sound of the outside became muffled, quieter. You let go of her, you sighed before turning to her. "Seriously? Make me jealous?"

She crossed her arms and refused to look you in the eyes, "I don't know what you're talking about." You sighed again. Your jealousy was getting the best of you. Tsireya gasped at the sudden feeling of your hand gripping on her jaw, forcing her to look at you.

"You know I hate it when you act like a brat." She stayed quiet, biting her bottom lip knowing what was to come for her. "Get on all fours." She let out the tiniest whimper before nodding. You went across the room and moved a few things away before getting your strap. Tsireya could only watch with pure arousal as you finally come to her.

She watched over her shoulder, how you removed her clothing, a soft moan came out of her lips as you teased her entrance. You took your sweet time teasing her, it was driving her crazy.

She bucked her hips back with a whine, "Please," she pleaded quietly. You ran your hand up her back, sending shivers down her skin. Suddenly, she gasped at the sudden pleasurable sensation of you deep inside her.

Tsireya couldn't control her moans, not when you didn't give her time to adjust. With a tight grip on her hips, you fucked her harder by the second. She tried her best to keep quiet, biting her lip hoping it could muffle her moans.

She truly is a beautiful sight, her panting form, her arched back, her struggling to keep up with you. "My pretty girl," A low moan from the girl came in response, "I bet you enjoyed that little show you put up, making me jealous with that fucking forest boy." It came out as a growl, the memory making your blood boil.

You scoffed, you tighten your grip on her hips. You were sure it would bruise. With certain thrust you had her rolling her eyes to the back of her head. You hummed in pleasure, making sure to thrust into that exact spot. "R-Right there! Oh-" she was a babbling mess, it's adorable. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," she was close, the way she clenched around you told you enough.

The moment she was about to come you stopped moving. She gasped, her one teary eyes now full on crying. "Please," ignoring her please you caress the small of her back. She was sensitive, your touch made her back arch. Another plead came from her soft lips. She attempted to grind on your strap, but she couldn't move, not with the way you were holding her hips.

"Let me cum please." She whispered, you were thrusting to far slow. "I don't know Reya, after that little show you put up I don't think you deserve it." At this point she was getting desperate. You've been teasing her for what felt hours. "Please, I won't flirt with him again! I won't even talk to him ever I promise!" At her desperate begging you let out a little laugh in satisfaction.

She was so easy.

"Just please let me cum-" She moaned in relief, you were finally fucking her the way wants. She was loud, you weren't sure if others could hear her. But truthfully you couldn't care. A few hard thrust, and she was trembling, "I-I'm gonna cum, please can I cum?" You couldn't help but furrow your eyebrows. She was already this close?

"Already?" You teased, Tsireya groaned, she was so close. "Please!" She practically cried out. Finally, you gave permission, moaning out your name she came. Her body trembled, her hands now fists, her hair was a mess, but she couldn't care less.

Tsireya flinched, you started moving again. She looked back at you in confusion, you laughed. "Sweetheart, you really think im done?" Her eyes widen, she was in for a long night.

[whoahoney]

Jake anon back with another thought 🫡

I feel like he cums a lot, and he seems like the type to fuck it back into you with his fingers if any of it drips out 😫

OMFG I AGREEEEEE I almost mentioned it in the last Jake Thots post but I felt it needed it’s own post to itself

So here’s this nasty filth, ya sluts 🫠❤️‍🔥

Minors DNI

(Tumblr won’t let me tag my stuff as mature?? So heed this warning before I fucking eat you)

Warnings: smut!! AFAB!reader, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, p in v, praise, cum play?, pet names, unprotected sex/cream pie, multiple orgasms and slight overstim,

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Jake had some sort of… fascination.

Or was it a fixation?

Whatever it was, Jake really liked the way his cum looked when it dripped out of your pussy.

During sex, he’d watch your hips—if not your bouncing tits or blissed out eyes—no matter what position you were in. He watched himself piston in and out of you, the way your body would jolt upward with each of his thrusts, fucking you further into your bed.

He’d reach the deepest spot inside of you, finding that special place that made your walls clamp down around him, drawing out groans of pleasure from deep within his throat, “Oh, honey, fuck me…” he’d lament into your sweet neck, leaving a steaming kiss on his wake as he continues his thrusts.

You lay on your back and look up at him, at his majesty. His hair hung in front of his face, damp with the perspiration that clung to his whole body and yours. He only wore his necklace, the coin pendant brushed your nose every once in a while but you didn’t care, it was the farthest thing from your mind as his movements became more desperate.

“Tell me you want it,” he practically ordered as he straightened, wrapping his hands around your thighs and readjusting his grip on you before giving an experimental thrust that sent you mewling.

A smug smile crossed his face before his teeth sank into his bottom lip at the sight of you so desperate beneath him. “You want my cum? Spilled all inside you?” He asked, giving another roll of his hips. You nod vehemently, forgetting your words again before Jake chuckles, “Be a good girl and tell me.” He said slowly, his voice a hungry rasp for the sound of yours.

“—Yes!” You we’re quick to answer, “I want it, I want it inside, plea-please, Jake.” You whisper pathetically.

He leans down to brush his nose against yours before kissing your lips chastely—a reward. “Thank you, baby.” He whispers saccharinely before giving you a bolder kiss, practically a kitten lick.

You open your mouth for him and feel his hands grip your head, holding you still as his hips ground against yours, “Oh, fuck!” You cry out.

“Yes!” He mumbles against your lips and his languid thrusts intensify, the roll of his hips rhythmic and pulsing. “I wanna hear it,” he mumbled between kisses, “I wanna hear everything, baby.” He panted as he devoured you.

“Shit, oh, god—I’m gonna cum!” Jake realized and pushed your legs back towards you, his hips slapping against yours with the angle change that had you almost crying in euphoria.

Your hands grasp your breasts, massaging them as he fucks into you and watches your reaction— mouth open, eyes watering and lined with lust just for him.

“Pump me full, I wanna feel you dr—“ you sigh in release as your orgasm crashes upon you, just as you feel the pulsing of his cock inside.

“—Oh fuck, baby, keep, oh, shit!”

“—wanna feel you drip outta me, Jake.” You manage breathlessly as your high fades away and he rides his out with fervor, watching as your pussy weeps with your own release around his swollen member.

Jake slows to a stop as he pants and his chest heaves with breath. He glanced up to your eyes for the first time in a minute, your hand coming up to his hair to bury your nails in it and scratch against his scalp. He smiles softly, his brown eyes catching tones of amber in the fading light of the day.

He carefully withdraws from you, the loss making your hips twitch slightly as he keeps his hands on your thighs, holding you open. “What are you—“ your question is silenced when a string of white release oozes from your slit, Jake’s eyes shining in wonder and his mouth etched in a lustful smirk as he traces your labia impatiently.

You sit up and more drools out of you, giving him the perfect opportunity to use his fingers to wipe it up and plunge it back inside of you.

You gasp and fall into the pillow again with a sharp arch to your back as he uses his thumb to play with your swollen clit, “You were so good for me, baby.” He purred, using his other hand your draw adoring circles into the skin of your thigh.

You whimpered at the overstimulation, but it soon melted into that addictive fire that sizzled beneath your skin and deep in your core. The feeling that cried for more, more, more of him.

He watched his fingers come out of your entrance covered in his own release in excess. He could only smile at himself, looking at his masterpiece—Your ruined pussy, your ruined makeup, and your never ending beauty— just as he pushed them back inside and you came for him, again.

[snowball-doie]

wayv didi line getting jealous of each other during sex, so they have a competition to see who can make you come faster. That's it, that's the thought.

That would be chaos. I love it.

Yangyang’s nearly got you there using his fingers. He’s grinning to himself, telling you to cum for him— But then suddenly there’s a hand jerking him off and teasing his sensitive, leaking tip, so he wavers, which tears away your edge before you can cum. Hendery looks pleased with himself for stopping Yangyang while Xiaojun’s next to try to get you off. Yangyang tries to fight them both off, but Hendery gets YY to the edge really fast, so he’s boiled down to nothing but moans and pleas to let him cum while he’s squeezing the sheets. And after he cums, Xiaojun almost has you there, and when he spots Hendery trying to pull the same move on him, he dodges, and you’re laying there like “PLEASE STOP EDGING ME OMFG!!!” So it turns into a team effort to please you 😏

[wh0refornikolailantsov]

omfg I loved "Almosts" for Tolya - could we see a part 2? like more of the aftermath? also Zoya is a queen and I adore her

Zoya is a Queen and we all bow to Queen Zoya in this house my WIFE. But also, thank you and I aim to please so

Almosts (Part 2) - Tolya Yul Bataar

Grisha Reader, Order Unspecified.

Trigger Warning On This One Pals.

Content Warnings: Discussions Of Self Sacrifice And Prisoner Mentality. Discussions Of Torture, Severe Harm And Death. Canon Complaint Death And Violence. Kidnapping. Explicit Language. Not Beta/Proof Read.

Part 1

Nina gives you just as much as a talking to, but she understands it, more vibrantly than Zoya, having been more close to what you have, it is easier to understand your position. It's Tolya that you know will get you.

You know that he knows why you... but it didn't matter. Not right now. Right now, those soft eyes look like they could cut right through you. You know you will break under the weight of his concern.

So when you are finally alone with him, having had every healer from here to the coastline check you over and say you're physically okay, you aren't sure where to start.

"Tolya," you say, softer than you thought it would come out, still not able to knock the pleaing feeling from using his name. The thoughts of how many times you said it to yourself, in the quiet, like it might be the last thing you heard. Him. His name. The thought of him coming for you. That was all that stood between the torture and your breaking point.

You kept his name to your chest like a prayer, like saying it could save you, and part of you believes it did. He would've come for you in silence, he would've come for you if you hadn't wished for it, he would've come for you if you'd given up, given in. It would've have mattered to him. But you didn't, you couldn't, you would have rather died than given him up and that knowledge is ringing out like bells in the silence.

"You knew I would come for you, right?" he asks again, as if he doubted your answer the first time, like it was possible it was in the haze.

"I never doubted you Tolya, not for a moment, it was never if, only when," you assure him.

You don't want to think about if he had been much later, even moments later. What you would have left him to find, and what that would've meant. How you could never have explained your choice to him, how you would have never gotten the chance to tell him you held out the time you did, for him, to protect him. To protect your family here.

"And I didn't know if it would be in time," you admit.

"They wouldn't have killed you," Zoya says eavesdropping from the doorway.

"You know that's not what I mean," you eye her, "not in time to stop me saying something I can't take back."

Zoya looks fit to start a whirlwind in the room but Tolya gives her a glance, "can you be anywhere else right now?" he asks her, the tiredness not unfamiliar but lacking his usual wit and charm at getting on Zoya's nerves.

Zoya seems reluctant to leave you alone for any long period of time, it feels strange, you hadn't ever considered her being particularly protective over you, but maybe in hindsight she always has been, like with Nina, or maybe recent events has brought it out in here. But she leaves with an iciness around her, entrusting your safety to Tolya, in truth no one has ever made you feel safer than he does.

You don't say anything for a while, until you lean into him, letting the exhaustion move through you until his strength is all that is keeping you up, he becomes the pillar you lean on. He rests his arm around you, his spare hand moving to hold yours, running his thumb over your palm in small circles.

"I didn't mean to scare you," you tell him.

"I understand the position you were in," he whispers softly against your hair as he rests his head atop of yours, "but I meant what I said."

You don't ask him what, you don't need some clarification on what he means, because you know. You could not forgot those words and there are no other things he could possibly mean in this moment.

"Then betray me," he had, and if your heart had made a sound you doubted either of you could've heard it over the ringing of his words, "if it keeps you safe, it keeps you from harm, betray me, always betray me. I can forgive betrayal, but I cannot forgive the loss of you. I could overcome betrayal, but I can not overcome the loss of you."

"Tolya, I couldn't live with betraying you," you say, wishing you had a better answer, a softer resolve, but you have nothing to offer him except the truth.

"Losing you would've been the betrayal," he says, "and I do not say that to put guilt on your conscience but just for you to know that there is no way that you could betray me, no thing you could say, no secrets you could offer up, that would be worse than knowing you are in harms way because you think that better than telling things that are not yours to tell." You held out as well because the knowledge you had was keeping you safe as you were getting, and that was a tactic for survival as much as for loyalty, but the pull of protecting your friends, of protecting Tolya, that had been the strength that kept answers from your lips and you all know that well enough.

"You want me to promise you that I will betray you next time?" you ask. He shakes his head, a soft exhale leaving his lips.

"No, I want it to never happen, I want no next time," he tells you, "but that is not a thing I can have bound in a promise."

"I promise to try and not get kidnapped," you offer, trying to lighten the mood and sway the sadness out of his posture, "and if I do... Saints forbid, I'll do everything I can to give myself the time for you to reach me, I promise you that Tolya."

"I couldn't ask for more."

Tolya is asleep, and you are barely still awake, lain against his shoulder, you are slightly stirred by the sound of something touching the table to the side of you. You open one eye to see Zoya. You shuffle slightly and notice the blanket covering you both, that must've been Tamar, so you figure you dozed off listening to Tolya's heart at some point.

It's dark in the room, a slither of moonlight letting you make out Zoya's expression. "I had a durast make the adjustments," she tells you, "it's a promise, the same as before, but a different one."

You don't let Zoya get as far as the door before you grab the object from the table, it's the same metal she had taken off you when she rescued you, that slither of a blade meant as a promise to give up before you give in. But it's all different now, twisted and woven into a wrist cuff.

"Thank you Zoya," you tell her. Her back is turn to you, so you don't see that faint smile dance over her lips.

"Please, let's not get sentimental."

[mydarlingdahlia]

itto thirst ask incoming because i'm honestly down fucking bad ugh-

one of my favorite itto thirst tropes is mating cycles/heat. god it's cliché af but i do not care. not when we get to see ever-cheerful and optimistic itto absolutely dreading the sound of your voice behind the door of his bedroom, hating the way it makes his throbbing cock twitch and an uncontrollable inner instinct snarl at him to slam the door open and drag you inside to do with you just what he desires, but he can't.

he can't because this is his first rut since he met you, since he developed that dumb crush on you that he's too scared to confess to you, lest he ruins the amazing friendship you two have going on. he can't let you see him like this because if he does, if he meets your eyes for just one second, all restrain will snap and escape him and he'd make you despise him for tainting you the way he's fighting not to think too hard about.

but still, and ignoring his breathless pleas, you crack the door open, letting some light into the room, the musky stench of arousal and sweat hitting you like a brick wall, and there he is...

...lying on the floor because the sheets of his futon tangle and smother him with their added warmth, so he finds himself arching his delicious back while he desperately grinds against the soaked softness of his pillow; it doesn't matter that you've caught him in such a pitiful state, he just can't stop, and the faint glint of your eyes helps draw yet another frustrating orgasm from his tight balls, coating the ruined cushion with fresh ropes of his fertile cum. he's still hard.

"p-please, get out now..." his voice is no longer considerate and airy, but has instead taken on the depth of a growl, hungry and dangerous and sounding too much like a last warning.

flushed as you are, and with your panties soaking wet from the brief display, you close and lock the door behind you.

"let me help you."

(fuck i SO NEED to write itto)

Bri?? Omfg?? This is so delicious??

The fact that I have so many drafts of him rn

[audeen]

WHORE !

WHO KNEW : : NSFW ,, muhyo toru x reader imagines

OBEY THY RULES : : nsfw imagines + MDNI , reader has you pronouns with no assigned gender , degrading , praising , fingering , handjob , implied overstimulation , implied orgasm denial , tears , swearing , switch ! muhyo + reader

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ IN THIS WORK OF FICTION

LOVE ME, HEAR ME : : auden here,, so yeah,, this fandom,, love it sm,,, ;;; this boy especially,,, <333 he gives so much switch vibes to me omfg.. anyways uh,, you can decide how you see positions of each situations but honestly i just see tall reader just sitting down on the floor as muhyo stands up being his usual short self while getting pinned on the wall so now him and reader are the same height!! and then reader gives him hickeys hehe :333

TAGLIST : : @ultima-caro ( yyipeee now i slepp it's getting late gn )

STOP BEING HORNY !

`` you're such a bottom. ``

`` excuse you but i switch faster than your moods when you have a mental breakdown,, bitch. ``

PLAYING.. CHAMPAGNE AND SUNSHINE .. by PLVTINUM ft. tarro

fondling your tongue on his bare neck, kissing, biting, accomplishing whatever you wanted to achieve to his needy narrows made him encircle his mouth with a hand of his own, whimpers varied with moans threatening to evade his lips as you persisted to sweetly misuse the vulnerable spot on his neck.

"you're pretty."

you breathe the remarks slowly on his inlet, esteeming him, cherishing him, owning him. heavy pants fly from muhyo's lips once more, your locks of hair, messy.. anticipated from his acrimony earlier.

it was gonna be a difficult juncture to comb your hair in time for a conference you require to accompany in 30 minutes or so.

subconsciously, your thoughts influenced your hands, the thoughts of your short lover's curse words shrouded in whimpers as you taunter him senselessly.

".. ah─..! sh–.. it..~!"

.. huh.

just a second ago, you were relaxing your mouth near the short executor's neck, resting your right cheek on his shoulder, willfully kissing the components of his neck that you bit, as you presume the context of the discussion.

and now, you're teasing him, your hands directly placed, deep, inside his bright red shorts, as he flounders even more to encompass his erotic sounds.

you examine your result, entrapped, but noticing the validity this earned an outcome of your partner feeling.. good.. drives you to speed up your pace.

".. good boy.. that's it.."

guess the meeting will have to wait until.. eh. who knows anymore.

he pushes his lips resonant into your hole, eating you out as your shameless whines withdrew from your lips, his tongue desperately attempting to disclose that particular area inside of you. it wasn't long before he did, certainly. "muhy─oo..! fuck─..~!"

his mouth slips away your insides, as you whine, craving, pleading, begging for his trace again as tears threaten to slop. it's amusing to him, honestly.

it's so amusing that it earns him to examine you with his signature, furtive smirk.

"what's wrong? you were ignoring me because you got jealous of roji earlier, weren't you? shouldn't it be easy for you to ignore my attention again?"

he thrusts a finger inside, as you gasp from the hurried impact.. i mean.. you did see how powerful his hand potencies were when he cracked a pencil with merely one bare hand not too long back.. guess he's exploiting his hands to break you this moment, i guess.

the finger positioned deep inside you raced up as soon as one additional finger was added to induce some sort of friction inside of you.

"i'm–i'm─..! sorr–y..~!"

"for?"

"for–.. for ignoring y–.. ou─..! plea–please, executor mu–.. hyoo–..~! i won't–! .. shit! do it aga–in─..~!"

the tears threatening to spill from earlier are now labeled as visible in the executor's vision, feeling a spark of somewhat empathy for you, he lets you finish, all over his fingers.

that's what you wanted for the past 2 hours, wasn't it?

he slowly crawls to your relieved yet shivering figure, pinning you to the bed as he caresses your tears, your fluids still staining his fingers.

".. hmph, not too shabby.."

you pant laboriously, feeling yourself give out, your eyes getting hefty from the consolation of finally holding the clearance to orgasm. a few more words that stains muhyo's voice reaches out to you.

".. who knew you'd be so good to me from time to time.."

© audeen . no reposts .

this post was posted on the tumblr platform on the date : :

january 16 , 2023

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please don't attack me for this i just need loving and teasing horni muhyo in my life rn please don't :((( /gen

anyways gn i have work tmrw please don't hurt me for this again im a 19 trans aroace man i swear to you

[juicylivy]

*cries a pool of tears becz I love him so much and he’s the most beautiful creature walking on two legs* This fucking idiot istg he’s so magnificent... so breathtaking can I please?

[fvckbeom]

SWEET BOY - sub!taehyun x dom!afab!reader

CONTAINS - smut! drabble, edging, mommy kink, crying, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degrading, restraints, slight aftercare

WORD COUNT - 1.4k

A/N - i started this like so long ago omfg but anyway another filler drabble! sorry abt this being mediocre once again lol(if there's spelling errors i'm sorry😭)

© to fvckbeom. no translations/reposts.

[WARNING! - explicit sexual content! mdni!]

"p-please..." taehyun cried out, writhing against your touch as you edged him for the 5th time, bringing him so painfully close to his release before tearing it away from him over and over, tears now running down his cheeks and onto his neck. he desperately rutted his hips up into nothing, so desperate for any friction on his pathetic cock but getting nothing, unable to touch himself as his arms were bound above his head with rope, leaving him completely exposed under you as you comfortably straddled his thighs.

"you wanna cum baby boy?" you spoke in a sultry tone, running your finger from his stomach up to his chest and watching him twitch, goosebumps rising on his skin under your finger. "yes! p-please...please l-let me c-cum p-please mommy please" taehyun begged, his voice so pathetic and desperate, looking so fucked out under you, his hair tousled, cheeks red and tear stained, lips bitten and swollen, his cock painfully hard, leaking precum almost constantly and his tip red. you almost felt bad, key word being 'almost', you knew he loved this, he loved to be edged, pushed so close to his limit, that limit being further and further each time, he loved being good for you, being treated like your toy.

"you sound so pretty when you beg baby boy" you raked your nails up his torso, stopping to harshly pinch his sensitive nipples, the feeling making him cry out, his body arching up off the sheets as more tears fell from his eyes. "m-mommy please p-please...want it s-so bad please l-let me c-cum" taehyun choked out, pretty little sobs breaking up his words. without saying anything you wrapped your hand around his length, him immediately gasping, his hips lifting on their own, fucking into your hand. "go on then pretty boy, fuck mommy's hand like a dirty little slut" your harsh words only made him more desperate and he immediately complied, rutting his hips up into your hand slowly.

taehyuns slow thrusts didn't last long, soon enough he was quickly fucking your hand, chasing his release that he so desperately wanted, so pent up from being edged for so so long. his hands strained against the rope that bound his arms, whimpering wantonly, his breathing heavy and erratic as he tried so hard to keep his pace, so badly needing to cum, you not even moving your hand, just watching him desperately fuck his pretty cock into your fist, "look at you, such a pathetic slut hm?" your degrading only made taehyun moan louder, his thrusts stuttering and his pace faltering. "p-please...help" taehyun whimpered, still slowly rutting into your hand. "help what doll?" you teased, of course you knew exactly what he needed help with, just wanting to hear him say it.

"h-help me c-cum...please mommy p-please" his voice was so desperate and airy, pleading you to make him cum. you smirked, stroking taehyuns cock a few times to gauge his reaction and exactly as you thought, he gasped, the sound fading into a moan as his body twitched. "f-fuck please..." he whined, his desperate pleas were music to your ears, relishing in the power you had over him. you finally took mercy on him, satisfied with your torture you immediately set a fast pace, jerking his hypersensitive cock and rolling your palm around his tip repeatedly. taehyun was almost immediately overwhelmed, letting out sobs and gasps as his orgasm built up quickly without even being touched all that much, the edging making him oversensitive.

"n-need to c-cum f-fuck mommy p-please" he pleaded to you, not being able to handle having his release torn away from him again and you knew that, you knew him like the back of your hand, knowing this was his limit without him even voicing it. you started focusing on just his tip, stroking and circling your palm around it, the amount of precum making a wet sound every time you did and also making it easier for your hand to glide over him. you switched to using one hand to stroke his shaft and the other to circle your fingertips around the head of his cock, the constant stimulation on the most sensitive part making him so overwhelmed, in a daze of pleasure as he felt his orgasm so close.

"i-im g-gonna c-cum" he warned you and seconds later he released with a high pitched almost squeal, strings of cum spurting out onto his stomach and dribbling down your hand, his hips twitching and rutting up into your fist. you watched him sigh in relief with a mischievous grin on your face before you slowly started stroking him again, taehyun whining and trying to protest but he was so tired that he could only whimper and whine and try to squirm away from your touch but he couldn't, his restraints and you straddling him kept him firmly in place for you to do whatever you pleased to him.

"one more time for me sweet boy" you spoke softy to him, knowing how deep in subspace he must be by now. he could only respond by frantically nodding his head, whining out at the overstimulation. the whole thing was so messy, your hand and his cock already covered in cum which only made it easier for your hand to slide over his length, a wet sound echoing around the room mixed with taehyuns whimpers and whines. "c-close mommy" he choked out, his whole body twitching under your touch. "go on baby boy, you can cum" you leaned over him to press your lips to his chest before moving to run your tongue over his nipple, the sound of his little gasp making you chuckle.

tears started to continually flow from taehyuns eyes, running down his already tear stained cheeks as he gasped and whimpered, his whole body writhing against the sheets, his second release so close. taehyun tried to warn your that he was about to cum but he was so overwhelmed that he just slurred out something you couldn't understand, you found it pretty adorable actually, the way you could make him feel so good that he couldn't even speak. "aw dumb baby can't even speak" you chuckled, stroking him faster.

taehyuns back arched up off the bed, his mouth wide open in a silent scream as he came, his hips rutting upward, his whole body trembling and shaking, drool running down his cheek. "look at you baby, so messy" your voice was soft as you slowly stroked his length, riding out his orgasm. taehyuns breathing was heavy, his chest quickly rising and falling, his whole body relaxing into the soft sheets, sweat lining his hairline and tear stained cheeks. you always thought he looked so pretty like this, messy and fucked out, his eyes closed as he lay underneath you.

you moved up so you could straddle taehyuns chest, reaching up to start untying the rope around his arms, him opening his eyes to watch you intently until his arms were free, you throwing the rope onto the floor for now. taehyun immediately wrapped his arms around your waist making you giggle, "baby we need to clean up" you said, gently stroking his hair, "don't wanna, wanna cuddle" he whined, nuzzling his face into you like he always did. "doll we've been over this remember? no clean up, no cuddles okay? it's important baby, promise i'll be quick" your voice was soft and caring as you stroked taehyuns hair, coaxing him to let you go and he did, slowly releasing his hold on your waist and pulling away from you. "good boy, thank you baby, i'll be right back okay?" you stood up, placing a soft kiss on his pouty lips.

you quickly returned with a warm and damp washcloth, taehyun now sitting up watching you approach, him knowing the routine and knowing exactly what to do, leaning back so you could wipe his face of tears, drool and sweat and then moving to clean up the drying cum off his stomach and cock, throwing the cloth into the laundry basket before crawling back into bed, opening your arms for taehyun to settle into, him immediately taking his place pressed up against you, his head on your chest, leg over yours and arm around your waist as you played with his soft hair, your other hand drawing patterns on his arm. "i love you baby, mommy loves you very much" you spoke into his hair, pressing gentle kisses there, him shyly burying his face into your chest, "love you too mommy, so so so much" his voice was muffled but his words were crystal clear to you. "my sweet boy" you smiled, moving taehyuns face from your chest to leave a passionate kiss to his soft lips.

tags! - @sooblues @sweetiehyuka @lixpixstix @9900z @soobpricity @chaemoa @cyjsfairy @flyleety @cha0thicpisces (if you want to be on my taglist just ask!)

[grace122]

i want to overstim sam w/ my hand until he’s crying + shooting blanks 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i feel like it’d be so hot especially because he’s just so big ?? to have him crying and begging for you to stop but his hips still thrusting up into your hand even though he’s so sensitive i want that man so bad 😭😭

good lord anon you have my head SPINNING

i feel like under sams hard demeanour he his such a sub, after 5 rounds that man would be sobbing and begging for mercy “pleas-please i m-mh i can’t i can’t!” his body would shake just from your hand as you continue to thrust it up and down his cock running your thumb across his tip making his eyes basically roll back.

A loud groan spills from his lips as he cums all over your hand for the 6th time “good boyy” you coo “y-y/n please!” he cries thrusts his hips upwards “you don’t wanna stop and we both know it, look at you fucking my hand by yourself” you tease earning another shaky sob from him “i know you wanna cum again sammy, come on let it out” you encourage “y-y/n ah!” he cries cuming again but this time nothing comes out “i-i’m do-done i can’t cum an-anymore” he babbles “just because your cuming dry doesn’t mean i have to stop” you say rubbing his tip with your thumb again causing him to jolt “sensitive sensitive!” 😵‍💫😵‍💫, the way i would ruin this man omfg

[kamisathoes]

welcome to the gorou brainrot club, please enjoy ur stay <3

ur scent is literally his drug, too! he won't stop sniffing down the crook of your neck while he fucks you and while u're playing with his ears. he's just so attracted and addicted to the way u smell.

and omfg dont even get me started with how good he eats pussy 🤲 HWJDHWJDHSJ

i'm LIVING for pussy drunk gorou ughhhh anyways let me drop some brainrot ! it's too early to be this horny LMAO

warnings: cunnilingus, f ! reader, light biting, overstimulation, squirting.

minors and ageless blogs do not interact.

gorou who goes absolutely feral once he gets a taste of your sweet cunt. he'd take you in any position, any time of the day. his grip on your thighs is soft and firm — it's never going to leave a mark, though he'll keep you in place in order to fully enjoy indulging in your pussy. occassionally, however, he will nip along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, canine instincts getting the better of him.

gorou loved to hear your cute little mewls, encouraging you to moan his name as his lips encased your pulsing clit. each movement was slow and drawn out, taking his time with you. gorou wasn't one to make you cum as fast as he could then leave you there, for he'd rather enjoy his time with your pretty pussy and make you feel oh so good.

he will overstimulate you for sure, not satisfied until his mouth and fingers glistened with a fine coating of your slick. he's more than okay rutting against the bed to relieve himself, not really caring about anything other than making his darling come undone.

if you were to squirt, gorou will not hesitate to drink in as much as he can. jaw wide open as you gush, you'd be seeing stars as his pace remained unrelenting. he'll keep fingering you through your high, though will pause at any signs of discomfort that he catches you display.

it didn't matter if you pleaded with him to suck him off or something, anything provide him with a mere ounce of the bliss that he showed you. pleas would only be met with gorou's begs to you to let him continue going down on you though — and who could deny such a sweet smile, hmm?

© kamisathoes, 02.03.

[nevsluvr]

More Neville angst omfg plssss. HC’s about him being broken up with for another guy😭😭😭😭😭

❥ nev had noticed you had been distant these past few weeks

❥ not holding his hand

❥ maybe squeezing it back once in a while

❥ pecking his cheek instead of his lips

❥ your soft and sweet inclined touches towards him had stopped for the first time ever since you started dating

❥ which was odd since for both of you and mostly you physical touch was one of your love languages and non verbal ways of reassurance

❥ you were different

❥ and he didn’t know how to explain it or how to tell you about how he was feeling

❥ although the possibility of you breaking up with him crossed his mind

❥ he was overthinking things, that’s what he constantly told himself, nothing was wrong in your relationship

❥ and so nev discarded the thought and pushed down the feeling of sadness, you would never do that to him? why would you?

❥ you loved him and he loved you, as simple as that.

❥ neville left much earlier from his classes to go to your dorm that day, hoping to catch you in a free period you may have just to see you and spend time with you

❥ “oh nev- i didn’t expect you to be here, um what are you doing here?”

❥ your tone was nervous and shaky, as if you were holding back something to say

❥ “to come see you, i missed you flower”

❥ as he placed his hand on your face and leaned in to kiss you, you stopped him before he could get any closer

❥ placing your forearms on his chest, your lower lip trembled and forced a sorry smile, guilt flooding your eyes along with tears

❥ his heart sunk at the realization and it felt like it shattered into a million pieces

❥ “i’m breaking up with you, i’m sorry neville, i can’t be with you anymore”

❥ neville sank to his knees

❥ “i- i can be better! i promise, i love you y/n, please don’t do this. please, i love you, tell me what i did wrong and i’ll fix it! i’ll fix me! please!”

❥ sobbing inconsolably and apologized, he wailed and asked what had he done wrong

❥ you looked up at the ceiling, letting him continue his plea at your feet

❥ you wouldn’t, you couldn’t look at him, if you did you would probably break down on the floor with him too

❥ you felt stuck in a relationship with him, he was everything you could ever ask for but you missed something

❥ there was this something you knew he could never fulfill

❥ he was too sweet, too nice, too naive and it hurt you to hurt him and break him like this but you had to

[kumzume]

let's just thirst over modern!erwin because he needs some love! erwin gets stacked up with so much paperwork and calls from work, and i just feel like he wants you to be there and he insists. well, he wasn't expecting you controlling the plug in his ass or the caress from your hands on his cock, but he manages. he also ends his calls with a moan and also that pleasing look on his face as he looks at you, wanting more. what a slut.

erwin is babie omfg <3<3

erwin was hard, painfully so, in his slacks as he sat behind his heavy oak desk, mountains of paperwork obscuring him from view. he couldn’t really remember how he got so horny but he knew he couldn’t help himself on his own.

glancing around his papers and into the hall, erwin made sure no one was coming to and from before pulling out his phone and speed dialing your number.

“hello?” your sweet voice rang out through the receiver, sending a jolt of heat down to his crotch. “y-yn, hi,” erwin managed to choke out, one of his hands finding their way to his bulge, caressing himself over his pants.

“oh, hi baby! how’s work?” you asked, the sound of shuffling alerting him to the fact that you were doing work as well. he found it in himself to feel a little guilty for interrupting you but the bigger part of him just wanted to cum and he needed you to do it.

“‘s good,” erwin’s deep voice rumbled into the phone, an uncharacteristic whine following the end of his statement. “i just need to come.” you raised an eyebrow at his words, leaning back in your chair in surprise.

“oh?” you purred playfully. “and what exactly are you gonna do about that?” erwin’s eyes rolled back at your tone, his hand palming his cock working more furiously.

carefully, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his calves before taking his hard, leaking length out of his boxers. “want you,” he groaned, rubbing his palm against his sensitive tip.

you sighed in response, leaning back heavily in your chair. “okay sweetheart, what do you want from me hm? want me to tell you what i’m going to do to you when you come home? or do you want me to turn on that pretty plug in your ass?”

erwin’s eyes shot open as he sat up, the quick movement jostling the pretty pink plug that sat firmly between his asscheeks. a sharp moan escaped his plump lips as he rocked back and forth, forcing the toy harder against his prostate.

“oh, you like that don’t you?” your voice, while tinny coming through his shitty phone speakers, was full of mirth. you were really enjoying this.

you spoke again but he couldn’t hear you over the sudden roar of the plug coming to life, vibrating incessantly forcing a pretty whine from his broad chest.

erwin buckled over, his cock throbbing and releasing pulse after pulse of precum from his slit. his mouth opened in a silent scream as the plug picked up in speed, pushing him precariously close to the edge.

“baby, baby, baby, please — oh my god,” his hips bucked against the air, begging for friction but he knew you’d rather him cum untouched — he’d be rewarded greatly when he came home.

a knock to the door startled a half shriek, half moan from the blond as he scrambled to pull his pants up but despite his whispered pleas into the phone, the vibrations never let up.

“mr smith?” one of the interns, eren was his name?, opened the door a crack to wave a handful of paper before opening the door completely and walking in. “sorry to interrupt but i finished the forms you asked for!”

all erwin could do was nod, not trusting that if he opened his mouth, a moan wouldn’t come out. he motioned for eren to place the paper down on the counter to which the younger man obliged but before he could leave, he stopped.

“are you ok mr smith? you seem a little... red,” he questioned. right as erwin began to give an excuse, the vibrations hitched up 3 notches, causing a choked groan to escape his chest and his cock spilling cum all over his thighs and floor.

eren looked on in shock as he witnessed his superior cum right in front of him, only moving when erwin motioned furiously for him to leave.

erwin sat back in his seat, moaning brokenly at the now still plug nudging his prostate, his chest heaving from the intensity of his orgasm. as the ringing of his ears quieted, he could hear your muted giggles through his phone, notifying him that this was absolutely on purpose.

“oh sweetheart,” you grinned, a heated sigh breathing into the phone. “did you enjoy yourself?”

[aizawaorkuroo]

Don’t Worry

Request: UKAI HAS A DUMBIFICATION KINK YOU CANT CONVINCE ME OTHER WISE man’s loves watching you turn stupid bc he fucks you that good ✊🏼😌

A/N: Sorry this took so long!! but like omfg this made me feel some way like I looovvveee Dumbification and didn't include it in the og headcanon post cause I was like ppl may not agree grefwae

Warnings: Dumbification, overstimulation, size kink, dom Ukai

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His hips slam against you, cock stuffing your weeping cunt. You mewl under him, face contorted in pleasure. Ukai’s hands grip your waist tightly, holding you in place as his cock pumps into you. You can feel yourself about to hit the peak of another orgasm. You’ve lost track of how many times he’s made you cum, and despite the burning in your thighs and the way your cunt aches, you still want more. The pleasure he gives you rolls over you in waves, letting you get lost in a happy, brainless daze.

“Kei,” you mumble, your voice coming out thick and slow like honey. “Please, please, please.” He rolls his eyes, pace never lessening.

“Do you wanna cum again?” he taunts. You nod, the pleasure so intense that all you can babble out is his name and a series of pleas. “Awww, does my baby like getting fucked stupid?” Your fingers curl into the sheets, and you whine, cunt squeezing around him. He chuckles, letting out a groan as his cock plows into you. “It’s okay baby, I can make you cum.”

One of his hands leaves your waist, and the next thing you know, the calloused pads of his fingers are swiping at your clit. Your thighs twitch as your pussy gushes around Ukai yet again. You can feel the way his hips stutter, but he pushes through it, the lewd noises of skin hitting skin never stopping. You squirm under him, overstimulated cunt fluttering.

“Fuck, you can’t even think when my cock’s in you. Too big for you to focus on anything else.” You nod in agreement, and you pull at the sheets. Ukai leans down, pressing his body against you, grinding his cock deep inside. You wrap your arms around him, holding him against you. Your hips buck up into him, and you whine into his shoulder. He laughs, and it rumbles through his chest and into you.

“What’s gotten into you? So fucking desperate,” he mutters, lightly biting at your neck.

“Cum in me please, please, please.” Your cries and pleas pierce through the air, but his hips snap against yours, and you can feel him grin against your skin.

“Something as pretty and dumb as my baby only needs to worry about letting me breed this little pussy.” You preen at his words, babbling in agreement.

“Who’s pussy is this?” he asks, punctuating his question with a stinging bite.

“It’s yours! I can’t cum without you,” you squeal. His hips stutter against you, and he groans loudly as his hot cum fills your needy cunt.

“Don’t worry,” he coos. “I’ll always be here to make sure my dumb baby can cum.”✨