#poor girl needs a nice head massage

[sweetpupii]

Hi! Do you take requests?

If so, I think a fic bases on this excerpt:

"she can't have her parents walking in again. poor cassandra…finding your daughter with her whole face buried in between a girl's thighs is not the most ideal situation"

of your cailtyn story would be phenomenal 🙏

If you don't, feel free to ignore this! :)

let's start by saying caitlyn knows how to eat pussy and loves doing it :3 babe could have it for breakfast, lunch, dinner and even dessert. she wouldn't call herself an expert per se, but she's quite proud of her talent.

sure, receiving it feels good—but what's better than knowing you're making a girl cum with just your mouth? to cait, absolutely nothing. the moans, the hair-pulling, the thighs clenching against her head ♡ ugh chef's kiss.

( she came untouched a few times from it but you did not hear it from me ok? )

it's usually one the first things she does when you successfully sneak into her room. like a reward for getting through massive place she calls home without anyone noticing.

your back against the bed and legs immediately spread to expose the sight she absolutely adores. god, she could just stare at it forever and it'd still have the same effect in between her own legs. new panties are needed.

she doesn't dive in face-first like an animal the second your clothes are off, even if she does feel like a starved woman. she starts by slowly kissing your thighs and caressing any bit of skin she can, hand sneaking up your abdomen and ribs to massage your breasts a little—don't mind it.

“should I continue?” cocky because she already knows the answer is a breathy ‘yes, please’.

oh and she gets way more cocky once she finally starts working on you, soft and slow stripes and twirls with her tongue. nothing fancy yet; she wants to tease a little more.

the second your hips start bucking into her mouth though? girl, grab onto something because she takes the signs IMMEDIATELY.

legs propped up on her shoulder while her hands hold your hips down to keep control of them. the slurping sounds are almost pornographic with how sloppy she's being. no whine coming from you is gonna make her stop any time soon. she's enjoying it waaaay to much already.

if she's feeling nice she will add a finger or two while sucking ๋࣭⭑ curling them just right inside you, not in-and-out like crazy. her tongue’s already lapping at you pretty fast so no need to overwhelm you…yet.

she wishes you would look down at her for a sec to see that pretty expression better, but she also understands it's her own fault that your head is thrown back against the bed, clenching around her fingers while pulling at her hair. what a curse to be so good at pleasing girls.

she knew speeding up her movements wasn't a smart thing to do so late at night as soon as the loud whine that escaped your lips reached her ears. obviously louder than the previous ones.

the heavy thump on the door when it opened proved her right.

“caitlyn.”

of course it had to be her mother out of all people.

cassandra's eyebrows furrowed as she looked away with a small huff, trying to erase the sight from her mind by blinking and observing every detail on the window. she thought caitlyn was trying to sneak out and get involved with stuff she shouldn't like she had done in the past with serious cases or something, not this!

“It is 3 am; please take your… friend out of here.” a dismissive wave of her hand showed that there wasn't much room for arguing—none really because she's already out the door with a low mumble to herself before her daughter could say anything. tomorrow's talk is gonna be awful, that's for sure.

“just keep quiet some more, then you can go home, alright?” the blue haired girl softly whispered, leaning up and kissing the soft skin on your shoulder to reassure that you're not leaving until you get a few well deserved orgasms, her fingers already going back to rubbing small circles.

she's not gonna let a pretty girl leave her bedroom unsatisfied even if it means getting caught again.

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[robo-writing]

Can we please get a small one shot with Butch!Logan 😩 I need to know her strap game

Also gonna hijack your ask to drop butch!logan headcanons because i love her 🥹

The worst case of resting bitch face this side of the galaxy. It actually made it super difficult to tell she had a crush on you because every interaction felt like she was silently judging you. (She wasn’t, she was just incredibly nervous and didn’t know how to express it.)

She’s so BIG. BIG THIGHS, BIG ARMS, just BIG.

Again, body hair mention, but it comes in advantage because she’s so fucking warm. Winter’s her favorite season because it means you’ll stick to her like glue when it’s cold outside.

If you’re into makeup, she likes to watch you get dolled up, it’s the highlight of her day. She watches intently as you pull out a big fluffy brush—blush, right?—and gawks at you from the bed as your cheeks become bright and rosey.

You always offer to let her choose your look right before you go out on a date, and while she might not be well versed in color palettes you always make it work, and she loves that about you.

More than anything though, she adores when you let her choose your lipstick. Red’s her favorite, because it’s nice and obvious when you kiss her.

Logan gets a high whenever you ogle her body, she can feel her ego grow each time. Your nails scratching against her abs is a kind of joy she can’t compare to anything else in this world.

She also “accidentally” walks out of the shower nude. Notice the quotation marks.

18+ below

So again, I will die on this hill, the strap game is IMMACULATE.

If she wasn’t talented enough with her fingers and mouth, she wields a strap like it’s a fucking weapon

Likes to tease you with the head, barely stretching you open and yet you’re already shaking.

She’s so much bigger than you, so of course she has to have a strap the same size to compensate.

A solid 6.5 inches of pleasure, girthy enough that it takes some sizeable foreplay before you can even think about taking all of her.

If she’s feeling particularly cruel, she’ll make you lay across her lap and make you suck her off while her fingers massage your g-spot.

“Get me nice and wet honey, gotta make sure my girl’s comfortable, don’t I?”

Even with all that prep you still struggle to take all of it, and Logan’s there to make sure you do.

She knows your limits, and she knows you’ll be a good girl and take it.

You whine about how it’s too big, but it’s alright—she’ll get you used to it soon enough.

She’ll hold you by the neck if you squirm too much, mock you as she feeds your greedy pussy inch by inch, lick your tears clean off your cheeks when you cum just from her bottoming out.

“Why’re you crying doll? I haven’t even fucked you properly yet? Poor thing.”

Her thumb circles your clit in response, tutting at the sight of you whimpering at her touch.

“Don’t look like it’s too much to me,” she grins, watching your pussy grip down like a vice. “Seems like a perfect fit, huh honey?”

[romanarose]

Imagine Somno/intox with Logan...

Logan Howlett x reader

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CW consensual somno (sex while you're passed out, in and out of consciousness), and consensual intox (reader consents to Logan using her while she's high and/or drunk). This is a pre-established, loving relationship with talked about boundaries and rules of engagement. Creampie <3 drinking and smoking.

Smut below the cut

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Imagine coming home from a holiday party and you're just soooo sleepy. You've had more than a few drinks, and you and Remy snuck outside for a quick hit or two off a weed pen. Needless to say, you were sloshed.

Logan was the picture of a perfect boyfriend. He's not exactly a party guy, but you are so of course he went with you and did the obligatory rounds socially. He even took extra care to try and relax and have fun so that you didn't feel like you had to go home early just because this isn't his scene. He's suffer 100 of Scott and Jeans parties to see you this happy.

By the time you get home, you're half asleep. You're stumbling trying to get out of the truck so Logan takes carries you up the house, giggling even as your head rests on his shoulder. Jesus, how much weed did you smoke?

After undressing you and even wiping your face down with make-up wipes, Logan cuddles up close to you in bed, chest to chest in the warmth sheets.

Still, you're not done.

Sloppy and lazy you kiss, kiss, kiss him, unable to even open your eyes but whining when he tries to pull away.

"Want you..." You mutter, looking like you're about asleep already.

Logan chuckles. "You can't even keep your eyes open."

"yeah I can, see?" But they stay shut, making Logan laugh again as he smiles fondly down at you.

"Oh yeah, there we good. Good job, baby." He had a patronizing, teasing smile.

"fuck meeeeee" You whine, squirming your naked legs together as if that's all your limp body is capable of.

Logan runs a hand over your bare skin, his thumb rubbing over a pert nipple, making them harden as shivers run over your body. "You want me to take care'ya, sweet girl?"

"Mhmm..." But your head was lulling to the side. Logan feels up your body, nails gently scrapping over tender skin up and down your torso, massaging your to sleep.

"Don't you worry about a thing. I'm gonna make you feel so good. You deserve it, don't you? Poor, sleepy baby... just drift off to sleep... I'm gonna take care of everything."

Just as he thinks you're asleep, Logan rubs at the little bundle of nerves between your legs and hears you gasp.

"Shhhh, shhhhh.... just go to sleep... that's it..."

He's careful not to disturb you as he moves between your legs, lining up his cock at your dripping cunt, rubbing the tip up to your clit and back down again. His cock lays aching as Logan thrusts his hips, but not penetrating you just yet. Instead, the length of him slides all over your slit, getting himself nice and wet, just like you were. He didn't wanna hurt you, or god forbid wake you.

"Don't gotta worry about a thing when I'm here. Just gotta lay there and take it." Logan whispers, voice husky with lust as he finally slides himself inside your sopping wet hole. He groans as he bottoms out, forever entranced in how well you take him, even as he splits you open like a fence post.

"Good girl..." Logan mumbles, sliding in and out of you as he plays with your clit, taking care to hit the spot that made your unconcious, slightly snoring body clench around him. "Always so fucking good... You just need this, huh? Needed me to take care of you? You do everything for everyone, but you? You're my responsibility, and I'm gonna make you feel so fuck'n good." He punctures his words with a slap of his thighs to your ass just a little too strong, and for a second he worries he woke his sweet girl when your eyesbrows pinch together and you whimper.

"Shhh, I'm sorry baby..."

"L-Lo?" You murmur, but only barely conscious. He begins to fuck you again, careful and more controlled.

"It's me, baby..." Logan caresses your cheek. "Don't worry, m'gonna take care of yuh... just go back to sleep..."

You moan as conciousness slips away once again.

"Good girl... such a fuck'n... ugghhh good girl..." He's becoming strained, the sight of you laid out and bare for him, the trust you put in his hands, it was becoming too much. He loved you so gooddamn much... but he needed to take care of you, this wasn't for him. Logan plays with your sensitive folds, working your up until he saw your stomach clenching and then worked on your clit, all the while fucking you full.

"That's it princess, come on my cock, come on- oh! there it ! Ohhhh g-good girl- fuck- fuuckkk" As you came around him, clenching down hard you stripped away the last of his control. Logan lifted your hips center to him, fucking your contracting channel as he spilled his warm seed into you.

"Perfect, my perfect girl, fuck, fuuuucckk, ughh, uh, uh, uhhhh!" Every last drop was milked from him, ball emptying inside you and for a moment, everything was pure bliss. This was all he needed to be happy. You were all he needed.

As Logan came down from his high, that blissful feeling never subsided. He looked at your pretty face, so cute and trusting, trusting him... This was what heaven was.

Slaying slotted deep inside you and plugging you up with his cum, Logan wrapped you up in his arms and rolled over. He laid on his back, keeping you sluffed with him as he pulled up the covers.

As you snored against his pecs, and Logan slowly drifted to sleep, Logan hoped he'd wake up to your cute body using him to get off.

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thanks for reading!!!

@dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @del-ightfulling @hornystan

[vienssunshine]

Nanami's Hands Make a Great Necklace

pairing: Kento Nanami x fem reader nsfw word count: under 1k content warning: erotic choking/asphyxiation author’s note: I keep getting distracted from my other writing by these Nanami thirst situations my brain won’t stop focusing on.

When you first talk to Nanami about choking you, he is a little confused. He’s used to doing things like that in the context of fighting cursed spirits, not pleasuring his sweet girl. But you ask him so nicely, leveraging your pretty eyes and coquettish voice to make it near impossible for him to be close-minded. He is met with a kiss on his cheek and a victorious smile when he agrees to try it out. 

He fulfills your request the next night. You’re in his lap, back pressed against his chest and legs open and sprawled out over his. You’re doing such a good job at taking his thick fingers deep inside you, so when you bring his free hand up past your collarbone, asking a silent question, he can’t say no.

His palm covers the entire front of your neck when he wraps his fingers around it. Since he spent last night fully educating himself on your kinky interest, he knows to apply pressure to the sides of your throat and is gratified when he hears you gasp with delight and excitement in response. He can feel the vibrations under his palm as the honeyed sounds travel through your throat and it makes his cock twitch in his pants.

“Had to reward my pretty girl,” his voice rumbles in your ear, "Been so good for me."

“Mmmm thank you,” you slur out as the warm dizziness begins to hit your head. You melt into Nanami’s firm frame, a euphoric smile spread across your face. 

He hasn’t seen you like this before, so pliant and submissive for him. You’re giving him total control over your pleasure, your body, your life. He likes it, a lot. 

Still, this being unknown territory for him, he checks in, “Is this alright for you, sweet thing?” 

“S’perfect,” you murmur, eyes fluttering and arm coming up to drape around the back of his neck. Satisfied, Nanami begins to pump his fingers in and out of you once more, having eased the pace so as to not overwhelm you while trying something new.

You arch your spine at the renewed sensation and foolishly try to squirm away from the fierce pleasure his fingers are pushing into you. “Behave,” he states with a warning squeeze to your neck. 

He knows you tend to be bratty, not one that surrenders without a fight, but, this time, you listen to him, relaxing back into his chest and letting him care for your aching cunt. His sweet thing must love being choked. 

“I wish I had known about this sooner,” he says, his breath hot against the curve of your ear, “I didn’t know it made you such a good girl.”

Your shaky hand comes up to rest on the strong fingers encircling your neck, a wave of heat hitting you at the feeling of his rough knuckles underneath your touch. You like his hand there to a dangerous extent. “Was nervous,” you say, interrupted by a moan when he adds another finger to your dripping hole, “Nervous you wouldn’t like it.” 

“Darling, I would like anything that has you this sweet for me,” Nanami says. 

You turn your head on his shoulder and press a kiss to his cheek as best you can with pleasure assailing your poor body. He continues talking to you, the low timbre of his voice vibrating against your ear, but the haze hanging so heavily over you is making it hard to have your attention on anything other than the fingers massaging your insides. 

“My sweet thing can’t focus on anything anymore?” Nanami asks, a dark undercurrent in his tone, “Maybe I should give you a break.” He loosens his fingers around your throat, but before he can remove his hand, you cover it with your own, keeping it where it should be.

“I’m close,” you plead, shining eyes looking up to his stoic ones, “Need your hand around me when I cum.” 

He remains silent, waiting. You already know what he wants, and though you like to play coy with him, the nearness of your climax is excruciating, so you whimper out such a sweet “please” that he has to give in. 

“There, there,” he coos, his hand resuming its previous grip, “I can’t deny my pretty girl anything when she asks so nicely.” His fingertips press down hard on your pulse and you’re hit again with the sweet effects of deprivation. 

You get what you want as, with his rough hand around your throat, the sensation of cumming is divine. So lightheaded, you’re unable to feel anything else when it happens, momentarily forgetting your physical body in the waves of pleasure.

As you’re coming back down to reality, all you can sigh out is a string of ‘thank you’s. Even if you sound like a broken record, Nanami loves each iteration. What he knows for sure is that the next time you ask to try something out, he will have no hesitation.

[ynscrazylife]

stealing aaron’s glasses (aaron hotchner x wife!reader)

In your defense, you were dared by Derek to do it. After back-to-back cases, everyone needed a break, but especially your workaholic of a husband. You thought it was going to be hard to steal his glasses, since he was constantly wearing them to read over paperwork. However, your opportunity came fairly quickly when he took his glasses off in favor of rubbing his face.

“You poor thing,” you say as you walk into his office, going around to give him a shoulder message.

He lets you continue, ever appreciative of the kind gesture.

“You should take a break,” you advise him, kneading your hands into his muscles.

“A few minutes,” Aaron grumbles, only able to be soft around you. He folds his arms over his desk and puts his head down.

A few minutes is plenty. Finishing the massage, you quietly pluck his glasses off the table and slip them into your pocket. “I’ll grab you a cup of coffee,” you say, beginning to leave.

“Thank you,” he says dutifully.

Walking back over to Morgan’s desk, you flash a smile at him as you show him the glasses.

“Atta girl!” He says, giving you a high five.

“We’ll see how long it’ll take for him to notice,” you say, looking at the glasses. Experimentally, you try them on. “Woah.” It’s definitely blurry and disorienting.

“Lookin’ nice, Mrs Hotchner,” Derek teases.

“I can’t believe he sees the world like this,” you say, walking around a bit and taking it all in. It’s not long before you suddenly walk straight into a desk and the glasses make you dizzy, causing you to topple over.

“Oh, shit,” Derek says.

“Y/N!”

The concerned call comes from your husband who is now striding over. You sit up and look at him guiltily. Aaron stops short at seeing his glasses on your face.

“Cute,” he says in a voice that not even you can discern if it’s genuine or not.

He gives you a hand to help you up. “Are you okay?” He asks, glancing you over.

“Yeah,” you say sheepishly. “Morgan dared me to take your glasses!”

“Tattle-tale,” Derek mutters as he raises his hands up in surrender.

Aaron fixes him with an exasperated look, then takes his glasses and puts them back on. “You sure you’re okay?” He presses, caressing the side of your face with his hand.

You nod. “Just a little dizzy,” you assure him, shrugging.

“Oh, I’ll give you something to be dizzy about,” Aaron says with a smirk, before taking you by the arm and spinning you around, then catching you and holding you close against his chest.

“Aaron!” You exclaim, laughing but also surprised that he’d do something like this in front of all his colleagues. “That was mean.”

“And coaxing me into taking a break so you could steal an object that I rely on to see isn’t?” He says.

You pout and Aaron goes so far as to squeeze your face, smushing your cheeks. He can’t help it, your silliness is infectious, and one of the many reasons why he fell in love with you.

“I think everyone deserves a break,” Aaron says to the BAU team. “Take off early for today.”

The team cheers as Aaron throws an arm over you, heading back to his office so that he can grab his stuff and you guys can leave.

“Steal my glasses again and I’ll get you back for it, sweetheart,” he mutters into your ear.

[daenysx]

there is literally no one else i think would do this idea as good as you (i do understand completely if you don’t want to tho this is zero pressure) but what about one of the marauders or a combo or anything you want with them with someone who’s been feeling super down and lonely and is just spiralling back into really bad old habits like not eating well and like seeking like self sabotage or something, i just think you write them being sweet and kind so so well and i need them so bad but only ur version tho <333

again I get if you don’t want to at all my lovely

thank you for requesting and being so sweet, angel !!! i chose to go with remus and this is a bit self indulgent (cried when writing it haha) but i hope it makes you feel good <333333

remus lupin x fem!reader, hurt/comfort

cw; mentions of not eating and sleeping properly, reader feels lonely, tiny bits of fluff and angst, lots of kisses from remus

october drags you behind its back as it slowly comes to an end.

you think you've been doing well with the pressure of things lately, handled it good, you've been strong. you didn't let things upset you much, you found nice things to focus, you smiled, you kept going.

the bubble bursts on a late evening, there's nothing you can do to fix it.

suddenly all of the texts you get from your friends feel shallow and meaningless. the food only works to keep you on your feet, you don't get any pleasure from eating. sleep doesn't last long, you crave it like air during the day, but there's not enough time. your smiles don't feel real. you linger in places, trying to keep your steps steady. you think you'll collapse, the thought scares you to your bones.

"hey." remus whispers, shaking his fingers in front of your eyes. you haven't been listening. "are you okay?"

his voice is coming under the water. your head feels like a heavy balloon, but you give a slow smile to your boyfriend. "sorry, i'm a bit distracted. can you tell me again?"

remus smiles back, pieces of doubt and worry creeping in his eyes. he wraps an arm around you, it's a rare night that he gets to hold you like this on the couch. he wants to make the best of it.

"it's okay, i was just rambling." he offers gently. "can i get a kiss?"

you nod, snuggling to his chest so that you can reach his lips. remus's lips feel good always, but tonight it's something more. he kisses with all his heart, emotions dripping, he likes sweet and slow. his fingers rub the back of your head, you get closer. your eyes burn with tears.

you look upset. remus knows it's not about him, you just need somewhere to empty your mind.

you keep kissing remus. it's good, he massages the tightness of your neck. it's better than breathing, you close your eyes. your head gets lighter as the kiss goes on. letting out a shaky sigh, you separate yourself from him, and hide your face to his chest.

remus doesn't say anything. he just rubs circles on your back. you start crying in slow tears, your breathing soft and liquified. you're not loud. soaked in his scent and wrapped in his sweater covered arms, you try to find yourself a place to calm down.

"you're gonna be okay." he whispers with a kiss on your head. "you're not alone."

that's the thing with loneliness, you don't think you can make yourself believe you're not alone. it surrounds your entire mind, squeezes your heart in your chest, makes you think you're an unloveable loser. your fingers grab remus's sweater. they are desperate to have something to hold onto.

you need to breathe. lifting your head to get some air into your body, you look at remus. it wrecks him, his poor girl, staring at him through glossy eyes. his thumb dries your tears gently. his eyes follow you like you're precious. like you don't deserve to be hurt by the world.

"i feel like i'm lost." you confess. "like nothing good will come out of the things i do. like i'm trying for no reason."

remus understands it, he gets drown in these feelings most times. sometimes the life is worth living, sometimes it's scary and pointless. there's love, though. he loves you too much to see you in pain. he loves every part of you, he likes being loved by you. if he's gonna get to spend it with you, then life can't be that bad.

"you haven't eaten anything properly in the last a few days." he says, calmly. "you haven't slept for more than 4 hours a day. you're constantly moving, trying to finish your things. i understand all of it, dove, but these things affect you more than you think."

"i know." you accept. "i just want to take care of myself. i wanna be good."

"you are good." he says. he cups your cheek. "you've been doing so good, i promise. i just wanna help you take care of yourself, because you're not alone. you don't have to deal with everything alone."

"i just think- i should be able to solve my own problems. i know it sounds stupid, but i was trying."

remus smiles fondly. at least the problem in context is being talked about right now. at least he gets to hold you through it, he gets to love you.

"it's not stupid." he promises. "i just need you to know i'm here. for any part you let me in, i'm here."

you nod. no more words for tonight probably. remus nods, too. it's okay.

he pulls your head to let it stay on the crook of his neck. you settle down. you won't suddenly be okay just because he talked you through it, he knows, but it's still something. slow kisses, gentle fingers. remus is here.

"you need food, sleep, and some loving, dove." he says like it's an obvious decision. "once we get all these done, i'm sure things will feel a bit better."

"can we start with the loving, please?"

"i know, it's my favorite, too." he smiles. he's an angel.

he begins by kissing your forehead. his lips are warm on you, he presses them between your eyebrows to help you relax the tight muscles there. you close your eyes, he kisses your slightly wet cheeks. he kisses your cheekbones, your jawline. his hands fix your hair as you breathe in his air. you get close to him like a kitten stayed in cold.

"i love you." he says, softer than he thinks he can manage. "i love you more than anything."

he gives you a long kiss on your lips this time. tiny caresses, nothing too passionate. he moves his lips on your chin, below your ears.

"you've been doing so well." he whispers when he gets close to your ear. "you'll be doing better. it's gonna be okay."

you move your fingers to your sweater, the air feels too warm. remus helps you take it off to leave you in your tank top. he kisses your collarbones, the spot between them. you don't know what this is, is it worshipping? he's doing something you've never felt before. you feel like liquid in his arms, melted and safe. addicted to this now. there's no going back.

"i love you." you whisper. "i can't even say how much."

"i know how much." he tells you. "i know, baby."

your cheeks are dry. remus makes sure of your comfort. his hand finds your waist to hold you, other hand going straight to your hair. his fingers rub your scalp. you look like a cat, your back arched prettily to him, you're practically hungry for his affection. your eyes feel droopy, tired with the emotions you had to deal with and the stress of the week.

"we can go to bed." remus offers. "you look like you'll fall asleep."

"can we stay here?" you ask him, his lap is more comfortable than bed and this position is amazing.

"of course." he says. he's gonna be your pillow for as long as you want him to be.

"thank you, baby." you whisper to his ear, voice swimming in fondness. "for everything you said."

remus likes being your baby, that's true. he likes how you trust him and how responsive you are to his touches, too. you close your eyes again, calm and safe. he covers your bare shoulder with the blanket after putting a kiss on it. the night goes well, he thinks.

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

In The Arms Of Blue And Purple (18+)

Fortnite!Leonardo x reader x Fortnite!Donatello

A/N: I’ve been wanting to throw myself into threesome writing for some time now, so I decided, why the heck not just get it done? And I felt for some Fortnite TMNT, and the lucky wheel decided on Leo and Donnie, so here you go! Hope you’ll enjoy!💙💜

All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Use of good girl, oral - male and female receiving, turtley anatomy, cum shots lol.

However you got into this position was beyond you at this point. You couldn’t remember what you had said, nor what look you gave the two brothers, but that didn’t matter now as you laid naked on Donatello’s bed with your legs spread wide open for Leonardo, whose head was happily moving around between your thighs, softly kissing your skin from your knees, slowly inching closer and closer to your needy core. Your own lips were attached to Donnie’s, moving together in a heated kiss with your tongues dancing together, sounds of pleasure escaping you at the feeling of Leo’s lips on your skin, and Donnie’s hand moving over your chest, massaging your breasts, listening to your reactions as he went.

Leo moved your legs further apart when he reached your most intimate area, placing small kisses just around your folds, so close to your core, yet not close enough. This made you pull from your heated kiss with Donnie in order to look down at the older turtle, letting out a moan when you caught his eyes, seeing him giving you a small wink as you felt his breath on your clit. What a tease.

Donnie chuckled at your small interaction, before placing a hand on your chin, pulling you back in for yet another heated kiss, your mind fussing at the feeling of Donnie’s hands and lips, and Leo’s tongue doing small licks along the lines of your folds, still not exactly licking the place you needed him the most, but just beside it. So close that Leo only needed to move his tongue a few millimeters, and he would be there. And Leo knew that. He could read it in the way you started squirming under him, whenever he got close. He would move closer and closer, only to pull away just before he got there, leaving you whining under him and Donnie.

You moaned against Donnie’s mouth, lifting your hips up closer against Leo’s face, as if to ask him to quit his teasing. However Leo just smiled against you, grabbing a hold of your thighs and pulling your hips back onto the mattress, causing you to whine against Donnie.

“You’re teasing the poor girl”, Donnie told his brother, smiling as he enjoyed the sight of you struggling under them.

“Those noises make it worth it”, Leo said, before giving you another lick, drawing another sound from you. “See?”

“Can’t disagree with that”, Donnie said, holding your chin in his hand, studying your flustered face. “I actually think she likes it a little bit”, he stated, smiling at your parted lips. “Do you like it, (Y/N)? Do you like it when Leo teases you? Does the thought of his tongue fucking you excite you?”

You shuttered at Donnie’s words, with Leo’s tongue still doing small kitty licks, exactly just next to the places you needed him the most. It was almost cruel, but yes - the thought of Leo’s tongue inside of you excited you, making your heart beat faster and your breath grow deepers, your toes just curling at the thought.

“Yes”, you whimpered in a small voice. “I like it. I want it”.

“Good girl”, Donnie cooed, stroking the side of your face with his thumb. “Answering when spoken to. Just the way we like it. Now, tell Leo what you want you want him to do, and maybe you’re lucky and he will do it”.

“Fuck me with your tongue, Leo”, you moaned, moving your hips under him, squishing your eyes shut in frustration. “Please! Fuck me with your tongue!”

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?”, Leo chuckled, before finally - finally! - pressing his tongue firmly against your folds, before dragging it up, giving your clit a good flick in the process, causing you to flinch, just as Donnie dove down for another needy kiss, your tongues dancing together in a lewd dance.

With your thighs in a firm grip, Leo dove his tongue into your dripping core, licking up your juices as he went, causing you to moan and whimper in Donnie’s mouth, the room spinning from the sheer amount of pleasure Leo’s tongue was bringing you.

Donnie - without breaking the kiss - took one of your hands and placed it on his hard plastron, before slowly moving it down towards the slit of his cloaca, letting your fingers grace over it, where you could feel something about to poke out.

“You feel that?”, Donnie asked, his lips gracing the lop of your ear, sending shivers down your spine, mixing with the building pleasure from your core. “I’m going to drop for you at any moment. Are you going to be a good girl and open your mouth for me when I do?”

Donnie’s words made you whimper as you almost desperately nodded your head. Donnie chuckled at your expression, rubbing your hand against his cloaca, groaning into your ear as he did, mumbling over and over again what a good girl you were to the two of them.

It didn’t take long before Donnie dropped directly into your hand, leaning back from your ear, so he could take in the sight as you brought him to your mouth, licking all the way from the base to his pre-cum leaking tip, before putting him directly into your mouth. Donnie let out a deep groan as you hollowed out your cheeks around him, before popping your head up and down along his thick length, taking him even deeper. Using his left hand, Donnie gathered your hair like a pony tail, before using his new hold on you to help guide you along his length at slightly faster speed.

“Yeah, that’s it (Y/N)”, Donnie groaned, before closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “Such a good girl. Doing such a good job”.

You moaned around Donnie’s member, both from his words and the feeling of Leo’s thumb as he started rubbing your clit, his tongue pulling you closer and closer to your high. Your legs become restless around his head, making it increasingly obvious that it wouldn’t take long, before you would come crashing on Leo’s tongue. And with a few more thrusts from his tongue and thumbs from his thumb, you did indeed cum, moaning with Donnie’s member still stuffed in your mouth, and you legs shaking and moving under Leo, forcing your hips to stay in place, so he could tongue fuck you through your orgasm.

With a final lick and kiss on your fold, Leo removed himself from your still pulsating cunt, leaning back on his knees, with his member now free from its restraints of his cloaca, standing hard and ready, causing you to clench around empty air. Just the sight of him in his naked glory with the lower half of his face covered in juices, had you already wanting more.

“That was fucking hot, (Y/N)”, Leo said, pushing your knees apart as he started making way in between them, eyeing your dripping folds with growing eagerness. “Now, just continue taking care of Donnie like the good girl you are, and I will take care of you”.

Leo grabbed a hold of his member, before dragging his head through your folds, gathering as much of your slick as possible, before slowly pushing into you, drawing a long moan from the both of you. You instantly went to grab a hold of something, with Donnie’s toned thigh being the closest. It was like holding onto a rock as the world started shaking around you, from Donnie’s increasingly rougher thrusts into your mouth, and Leo’s thrust slowly taking up speed as he made his way deeper and deeper into you, reaching your most sensitive spot.

You were turned into a moaning and whimpering mess under the two mutant turtles, their own moans and groans of your name and how beautiful you looked, getting fucked sensless from two ends, made your eyes turn to the back of your head as you felt your second orgasm building you. As you started to clench around Leo’s member, he grabbed a hold of your hips, before ramming into you at a brutal speed, making stars dance in what little vision you had left.

“That it, (Y/N)”, Donnie moaned, his breathing heavy. “Cum for us. Show us how good you’re feeling”.

With one hand holding to Donnie’s thigh for dear life, your other went to grab Leo’s hand. Your moaning became louder and more high pitched, and your whole body restless, before the growing feeling in your core erupted, sending you crashing into your second high, cumming around Leo’s member as he continued to ram into you, chasing his own high.

Donnie pulled his member from you mouth with a loud moan, before unloading himself onto your face as you were still moaning and getting fucked through your high. And just as you were coming down from your peak, Leo pulled his pulsing member out of you, before watching as he shot his white ropes of pearly white substance onto your folds, moaning at the sight.

You laid there for a moment, catching your breath as the brothers took in the sight of you - fucked to exhaustion and still just recovering from your second orgasm, covered in their cum, dripping from your face and folds. It was truly a sight to behold.

Needless to say - and much to your own joy and pleasure - it was quickly decided to make this a recurring thing.

[soullessdianthus]

Okok, can you do a situation where Ghost is just really uptight about work, and you help him relax a bit? It would be almost like a reward for working so hard. (Write however you wish, lovely!!)

A/N: Love the trope where big, tough Simon has a soft spot for his girl ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Warning: fluff, tho implied sexy stuff

Whenever there was something strange hanging in the air and you could hear the recruits’ exhausted breathing from across the gym, you already knew what was up. It was him again, taking it all out on those poor boys. Or were they the reason he was so pent up?

Ghost was standing tall, his toned legs slightly parted and his arms crossed over the puffing chest. Him shaking his head, when another rookie failed the task, was not a good sign. He was furious, you could tell by now.

Ghost rose up to the rank of some kind of bogeyman to scare the recruiters. Most of the people in the base were afraid to get on his blacklist, they knew he would make their life miserable. 

But you weren’t scared of him, just because you knew the tough, bulky guy had a soft spot for you.

You sneaked into the lieutenant’s office the same afternoon. When he looked up and noticed you, Ghost felt relief that he didn’t have to talk with anybody else right then. You walked up to him with a warm smile on your face. A smile he would die for.

— What’s going on, big boy? — You asked him gently, massaging his tensed shoulders through his fleece jacket. — Wanna talk about it?

— Just paperwork, luv. Lots of it. 

You leaned over his broad shoulder and snuggled against his mask like a kitten. A smile appeared on your face, when he leaned against you back. 

— Do you need help, Si? 

— ’m good, thank you, sweetheart. 

— I can’t wait until we’re back home after this one. We’ll finally watch that movie you told me about. 

He hummed, partially daydreaming about the scenario you were describing while sorting some of the papers. 

— And I will finally show you the new lingerie set I bought, before we left. Crimson red with lace, see-through.

— Fucking hell — Simon cursed, turning his masked face in your direction — you’re tryin’ to distract me or somethin’? 

Ghost corrected himself on the chair he was sitting, but you noticed how he also re-adjusted his trousers. 

— Just putting a nice thought into your head, that’s all. 

You rolled the balaclava over his nose, before peppering his scarred face with kisses – over his lips, curved nose and slightly flushed cheeks. 

— Good luck, big boy. See you tomorrow? 

Ghost moved his jaw as he bit down hard. He was barely holding back. “Fuck”, Simon cursed, when he realised you had put a spell on him. Little minx. 

— Leave the doors open for me, will ya, luv?

[indecisivekitty]

“I’m home, love!” Price calls out, taking his shoes off before cracking his neck. Long day at base. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get out of his uniform. Setting his bag down, he frowns when he notices you haven’t replied or came to greet him. Were you sick?

With worry beginning to cloud his brain, he hastily walks to the bedroom, silently praying you didn’t have a fever and were too weak to get up. Opening the door slowly, he softly spoke, “Love, are you alri-”

Ah, and there you were, his pretty little wife, with half of your face buried in a pillow as your ass was the air, fingers stuffed deeply in that wet cunt of yours. So lost in trying to pump your fingers faster that you didn’t notice Price slowly walking up to the bed.

“You sweet girl,” he cooed, crouching beside the bed to make eye contact with you, one hand reaching out to push some hair out your sweaty face. He tsked, “What are we gonna do with you, ay?”

You whined as he stroked your face. “You want me to fuck that slick cunt of yours, huh? Is that it?”

Tears started to prick at your eyes, you were exhausted from trying to cum on your own. So needy but you couldn’t fuck yourself right without your husband. “John,” you spoke, your voice all wobbly. He face softened as he rubs your cheek, humming in reply to his name. “Need you inside me so bad.”

“That so, birdie? Need my cock to fill you up, hm? Gotta stuff that poor pussy with my thick cock.” His words were soft and comforting. Don’t worry, he was going to take good care of you, pretty bird. A small smile danced on his lips at the sight of you. “I’ll fuck you good and deep, love. It’s alright, I’m here now.”

Price leaned in to give your forehead a kiss before standing up to fully undress. Not fast, not slow. There wasn’t any rush but he didn’t want to torture you any longer. Stepping out of his boxers, he climbs on the bed and gently guides you to your back. Stealing a kiss before grabbing his cock to slowly ease into you. Forehead on yours as his hand finds its way to your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Christ, you always take me so well,” he rasped, already picking up the pace after a few thrusts to pound deep into your needy cunt. He cursed, burying his head into your neck, sucking and biting at the skin. “Gonna breed you so nice, yeah? You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me filling you up with all my cum.”

You cried out as he started to fuck you harder, your hands reaching to claw at his neck and back, tangling themselves into his hair after. “J-John!”

He leaned up on his elbows, taking in your cock drunk face. You looked so pretty with your mouth open, broken moans leaving your hickey ridden throat. “Squeeze that cunt while you take my dick- shit you take it so nicely. That’s it, love. Fuckkk, that’s it.” Sitting up, Price grabbed your hips to thrust into you faster, his grip tightening. Only the slapping from your bodies and moans echoed in the room along with the slick, wetness dripping from your pussy. “Sloppy fucking cunt feels so good wrapped around me. Jesus Christ. Wait, wait-”

Pulling out, he quickly flips you over to your stomach, grabbing a pillow to place under your hips before he slams back into your pussy. You moaned out loudly, bending one knee and immediately feeling John sink deeper into your pussy. He exhaled harshly, groaning out, “Fucking hell, love.”

You clawed at the sheets, mewling as you feel him hit that one spot. Sweat dripped down your face while you let out a gasp from John slapping your ass, the sting burning you. “Please, please, come inside me, John.”

He slapped your ass again, massaging it after the smack. “Want my cum, birdie? Need me to cum in this pussy, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you babbled. Too high off the feeling of Price fucking his cock into you. You can’t even think straight, babbling for Price to cum in your pussy. Throwing his head back, John groans as he feels himself start to cum inside you.

Just looking down at himself thrusting into you was enough for him to start shooting his load into your cunt. Cum started to leak out, soaking the sheets and his cock every time he pushed back in. His voice was rough, “Have to fuck my cum back into you, can’t let you waste a drop.” Taking a finger to wipe his dripping cum, he holds it to your mouth for you to happily suck it clean, swallowing his cum like a good girl.

Slow thrusts as he spreads your ass to watch himself fuck into you. Fuck, he should send a video of you both doing this again to the guys.

Rubbing his hands all over you, he sighs contentedly. “Did so well for me, love.”

You hummed sleepily, murmuring a sweet, “I love you, John.”

Leaving kisses on your back, he says back, “I love you, birdie.”

John doesn’t know how long he spent slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt. He does remember grabbing his phone to record him stuffing his cum back into you, though.

To: TF141

Thought you lads would enjoy this. The missus says hello.

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a/n: no not edited can’t be bothered wasn’t suppose to be this long tho idk

if something is wrong or doesn’t make sense pls tell me so i can fix it bc i’m exhausted and i don’t think i wrote this while fully awake

[neiptune]

all of the girls you loved before

c/w: established relationship, sickeningly sweet & disgustingly self indulgent, megumi can't stop thinking about having casually met your ex boyfriend

“He seemed nice”

Megumi has thought long and hard about bringing the trivial encounter up, he wanted for it to stay irrelevant so badly he was only able to contain himself for a couple hours. Your attention shifts from the book you’re holding to his face, expression stoic as usual, the slightest pink coating his cheeks.

“Who?” you ask, confused.

“That guy” he tries to keep his tone casual “the one we came across earlier today”

Gears in your head turn exceptionally fast as no other clarification is really needed, there’s only one person you stopped to talk to on the way to the konbini.

“Uh, I guess” perhaps you don’t give his comment enough attention because why would you? Megumi is not the jealous kind.

“Was it a long one?” however, for some reason, he doesn’t drop it, which prompts you to put the book down and turn to him, elbow resting on the backrest of the couch.

“A long relationship?” you ask, soft smile tugging at your lips as he hums “yeah, we were together for a little more than a year. Before you ask, it ended on good terms, the love just wasn’t there anymore”

“M’sorry” he pulls back a little, flush just a tiny bit more evident “didn’t mean to give you the third degree”

Your airy chuckle relieves the pressure weighing on his chest.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind”

Megumi is aching to gather a few more pieces of your past relationships, he wants to put them together to uncover the picture of the one part of your life he’s still not quite familiar with. He’s not the jealous kind, he reminds himself. And yet, what if he wonders about all the guys you’ve let in before? Is it so weird, to ponder? It probably is. Must be why you’ve never asked him about his past relationships. He’d come off as insecure or worse, controlling. Shit, maybe he just did?

“Where did you go?” the soft touch of your pointer finger underneath his chin has his gaze flicker back to you in a second.

“I was just thinkin’” Megumi takes your hand in his and starts fiddling with your fingers, a poor excuse to look at something other than your bright eyes “we never talk about this kinda stuff. It’s weird that I brought it up”

“It’s not weird” he feels the honey of your voice trickle into his very bones, warmth and comfort so familiar his anxiety dissolves into thin air “you can be curious, s’not a crime”

“You’re not, though”

A beat of silence follows his words and he’s forced to look up again, calloused thumb gently tracing the back of your hand, exploring the valleys between your knuckles.

“Wanna know why?” there’s mischief laced into your grin when you pull your hand away from his touch to place it on his shoulder for leverage as you straddle your very much still unconvinced boyfriend. He welcomes you into his lap without batting an eye, fingers finding their way to your hips and underneath the wool sweater you have borrowed from him by muscle memory.

“Mh?” his humming is affirmative but his train of thought is already derailing, the warmth radiating from your body and the scent of your shampoo enough to soothe his senses and fill every corner of his mind.

You gently lift his chin again, a subtle demand for his eyes to travel up from your lips.

“I already know everything I need to know”

“Yeah?” the skepticism in his playful tone makes you roll your eyes “care to let me in on what you know?”

Against all odds, it’s you who feels clingy enough to wrap your arms around him and make yourself comfortable against his chest, forehead resting on the curve of his shoulder.

“The girls you’ve been with. They made you who you are, all of them, and then brought you to me” you mutter ever so sheepishly, voice muffled against the soft fabric of his sweatshirt.

One of his hands gently tangles in your hair and massages your scalp, a chuckle vibrating in his chest.

“That’s a nice way to look at it”

“Isn’t it?” your little smile mirrors the one you can feel in his tone “dead-end street after dead-end street until you met me”

“So you’re saying, hypothetically speaking, the more the girls I’ve been with, the happier you’d be?”

You pull back from his chest with a frown that, much to your annoyance, meets his mirthful gaze.

“Twistin’ my words a little, are we?”

“Perhaps you should explain yourself better”

“Perhaps you should shut up”

Megumi innocently tilts his head a little, although the hand left on your hip tightens its grip on your skin.

“You know, one of my exes used to say the same t—” you grab his jaw, fingers sinking into the skin of his cheeks enough for him to pucker his lips. A silent laugh shakes him and you let go, scowl so adorable he has to lean forward and press his lips to the crease formed between your brows, smile so satisfied when a sigh slips past your lips.

“You’re a better person than I am” he murmurs, lips still grazing your forehead “I don’t like thinking about all the men you’ve loved before me”

“Don’t think about it, then” you angle your head towards his but he makes no move to inch closer, the only indication of him reacting to your intimate proximity given by the thumb that starts tracing lazy circles over the warm skin of your hip.

“I try not to” Megumi’s hushed tone makes you smile. He’s trying to be playful about it but there’s raw vulnerability in the way the pads of his fingers sink a little deeper, in the devotion swarming in a cerulean gaze so familiar by now and yet still wonderfully disruptive.

“Just because I’m thankful for all of the girls you loved before, doesn’t mean I enjoy thinking about them” you shoot him an exaggerated frown, just in time for a sweet smile to split his face, before nuzzling your nose against his. That’s when he finally mirrors your actions and lets the tip of his nose graze your cheek and then brush against your own, soft lips ghosting over yours but not quite giving in yet.

“No?” sweet tone oozing with sarcasm that has you cornered, which is interesting considering the beginning of the whole conversation was prompted by his not so innocent queries. He’s overturned the entire situation to his advantage but you don’t mind, not if your own vulnerability gets to resemble his. Not if you can remind him of how imperfect you are, despite the adoration he looks at you with and the insecurities that sometimes flood his lungs and make it hard to breathe, easier to hide.

“No” you whisper through his lips and hope he can swallow your next words, let them sink inside him deep enough for them to take root in every crevice of his very being “because I love you more”

[sodaskateboard]

Ganyu NSFW Headcanons

AN: Sigh, thinking about my goat wife,, my precious princess, Gender Neutral Reader/ No Autonomy Given for Reader

Cannot dom to save her life

She will cry if you ask her to because she doesn't want to upset you but still just,, can't do it. Poor girl

Sex is very intimate and private for her, so she can't do hook ups or be with someone she doesn't love

She's also had very few, if any, sexual partners and wasn't very interested in sex before you so she's pretty inexperienced

You get to teach her the joy of "stress relief"

She needs it now regularly or else the stress just builds up again. Please. She physically needs it. Please, please, please

She needs constant reassurance and praise

It has to be romantic and sweet and soft

That said, you can tease her a little, but it has to be nice. Don't insult her even as a joke

"Is my sweet girl needy?" you ask her, already knowing the answer from how she sinks her body into your lap, trying to grind on you, without making it obvious. And maybe it wouldn't be if her breath wasn't so uneven, peaking around her small moans that she couldn't stop from escaping. She lets out a louder moan in response and leans back into your chest. It's clear what she wants, but she's too cute to pass up on. "Sorry sweetheart, you're gonna have to use your words." She whines loudly in protest and hides her red face in your neck, too embarrassed to say anything, only getting out her moan and pants and bucking into your hand.

Gets overstimulated easily

Loves having when you play with her tits. Massage them, kiss them, pinch her nipples, and suck on them

She's cummed just from having them sucked on while riding your thigh

Finds it embarrassing to finish and it takes a lot of energy from her

So it's even more overwhelming

Loves holding your hand while she finishes

She can't cum unless she feels safe

So hold her, pet her hair, whisper to her that's she's the most beautiful creature to ever exist, that you love with your whole soul, that you're going to make her your wife one day, how happy seeing her makes you

Her favourite dirty talk is the kind that if you just read it with no context, it could sound like wedding vows

Once you read her a love poem while fingering her in your lap and now she can't hear the poet's name without being mortified,, and a little excited

Her favourite place is in your or hers teapot. That way she knows no one can see you two

Imagine her surprise when you recreated her office in it. And several streets from Liyue outside,,,

She feels so dirty for imagining getting fucked somewhere like her work place or public, but she likes it so much

The first time you had sex outside in the teapot, she learned she was so sensitive even the wind's gentlest blow on her bare skin made her hot

She tastes very close to water, maybe with a bit of a herbal taste since she eats and drinks very healthy

She needs post sex cuddles more than she needs air. She needs a lot of emotional support during and after, so she knows you still like her after and are staying with her

"You work so hard Ganyu, I think you need at least one more. Just to be sure we got all the stress out of you." The half adeptus has her legs over your shoulder, the waves of her last orgasm still rippling through her body, making her head go back and her hips buck into nothing while her back tenses and all of her shakes. You place a hand her outer hip, gently patting her up and down until she can answer. You hum and watch her writhe.

She may be the divine being, knowing the Archon and adepti of Liyue for centuries and being raised them, but with the sight of her, you know you're the one truly blessed. To have Ganyu in your arms, to love and be her lover, there is not a mortal or immortal luckier than you. With her, you would stand in front of not only the adepti, or all of the Liyue, but all of Teyvat and its' archons and beyond. Even among Celestia, there is none more blessed than you, you're sure of it.

Your lovely girlfriend whines and squirms still. Maybe it was a little mean to make her finish four times. Or maybe what made it mean was that you planned to go for five tonight without telling her your goal. "You ready to go again pretty girl?" She whines loudly, either in protest or agreement. You softly giggle, "what does that mean?". She looks away from you, grabbing a pillow and putting it over her face. Then she starts to hump the air, wanting you to take care of her again. You were sure from the cry she let out when you began licking her heat again that making her cum five times was the meanest thing. Only maybe your cute little workaholic needed someone to be mean to her to get her to relax.

[genshinwomenontop]

"Spoiled"

☆Prompt: How the genshin girls react to you spoiling them. (Hcs. This is how I think they would react)

☆Characters include: Lisa, Eula, Ningguang, Shenhe, Miko, Ei

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LISA

Spoiling Lisa with gifts is a hard thing to do. She's such an elegant woman, it'll be hard to buy things she'll like and wouldn't like but only because it's you (her cutie) she'll accept whatever you give to her.

"Oh my, is this the newest perfume collection that I've been hearing so much about? Oh cutie, you didn't have to do that, still, thank you." She'll reward you with kisses and cuddles ;)

The best thing to buy for Lisa is ancient antiques or scrolls. Since she's a librarian and have so much knowledge, she wouldn't mind adding a few more, plus, she's absolutely in love with the ancient history.

"Oh my! This scroll is over 500 years old! Thank you so much darling~" for special gifts like these, she'll reward you with something much more better than kisses and cuddles ;)

EULA

Eula came from a wealthy background so she has everything that she needs, except for love. So the best thing to spoil her with is affection and words of affirmation.

Every night when she comes home, you already have a hot plate of delicious food for her and a nice warm bath ready.

She'll try her hardest to deny that she's not hungry or doesn't need a bath, she'll end up accepting them anyways because it's your time and effort spent.

After she's done, open your arms for cuddles and she'll come crawling right into it, saying how she'll have vengeance for you treating her like a little kid, but before she could finish out her sentence,she's fast asleep on your chest.

NINGGUANG

Oh boy, you seriously cannot buy anything for Ningguang because she already has everything, but just like Eula, spoil and pamper her with affection and words of affirmation.

Bring her lunch and dinner, since she has you living in the Jade Chamber with her. Massage her shoulders while she does her paperwork, give her kisses from time to time and tell her what a good job she's doing.

You'll have this woman putty in your hands in no time.

SHENHE

Since Shenhe was raised in the mountains, she's not accustomed to having human things, like clothes or jewellery.

Give Shenhe medical herbs, cook food that she likes and give her cuddles and kisses. That is the best gift she could ever ask for.

Once in a while, she'll go around to her friends and ask for advice on what to buy since she wanted to do something nice for you after all you've done for her.

Expect to have loads of expensive things at your doorstep and if you ask her how she got the money, "I have my ways."

YAE

This sly, cunning woman could literally tease you for "being so in love with her" when you buy her nice things. She'll obviously love them but if she doesn't tease you, she's not Yae Miko.

Fried Tofu is the best thing to give to her and have her all lovey dovey towards you.

Perfumes are another thing. Since she's only accustomed to wearing her shrine clothing, she takes absolute care in how she smells, especially for you.

Although she knows alot about perfumes, she loves having you pick out her perfume because she loves she way you light up whenever she asks you to do so.

Miko has a "special" perfume she wears at night time, especially on "certain" nights ;)

EI

Poor baby has been locked away for 500 years. Of course clothes and jewellery won't do good for her. Buy her sweets. Lots of sweets. Give her cuddles. Tell her sweet things.

She'll absolutely melt in your arms. Have her lay her head on your lap while she eats Dango.

Ei has a sweet tooth, much like to a child and you find it absolutely adorable.

[ribbonbite]

I WISH YOU ROSES ₊♡₊˚ [FOLLY X READER]

she misses them so dearly

♡ gender neutral reader, hurt no comfort, song fic sort of?, poor folly can't catch a break, no happy ending sorry!, really vague cause of death ♡

notes!・₊✧ : made a fic for my beautiful girl because i rarely see them ooouu... anyways sorry if she's incredibly out of character 😔 i tried my best (also i know i put the reader as gn, however this MIGHT be doomed yuri...)

based off : "I Wish you Roses" by Kali Uchis

She despised when people would throw those awful red petals at her. The annoying players around her often threw them to be nice, but Folly always reacted negatively, even more than before. It was like these petals were greatly offensive to her. She would threaten to harm those who even dare to get close with the cone.

Folly would never explain why, though. She never stated the reason why these harmless red flowers made her so upset. Not until one day, when all of the people that once boarded the elevator left. All except for Wallter.

They were the only ones in the elevator at this point. The humming of the lift made everything worse, filling Folly's head with more agony. She started rubbing her forehead as to get the awful noise out of her mind.

"Folly?"

Wallter had interrupted the god awful noise, thank the lord. "Are you doing alright?"

He already knew the question he asked was useless. it was clear to him that she wasn't doing good at all. Her behavior had been so different recently.

As Folly continued to massage her temples, she took a deep breath, then sighed. "I'm alright." She replied, her voice shaking subtly. She normally looked into Wallter's eyes as they spoke, but this time, she was looking away as if ashamed.

"Hm, but it's very obvious you aren't okay." Wallter pointed out. "You seem to hate when others toss those pretty petals around. You're more violent then ever, I would say."

"I..." The mention of the petals made her stop. Folly removed her hand from her head, her expression unreadable. "I don't need to explain anything to you, Wallter." The concrete man frowned at her words. Crossing his arms, he spoke again.

"This isn't like you at all. What has happened?"

₊♡₊˚ ( ╥﹏╥ )・₊✧

"Hey Folly! Do you like flowers?"

The said woman looked over, a cheesy grin plastered across your face. It looked like you were planning something.

The both of you were relaxing in a forest, somewhere in the world where no one would bother you two. A strong smell of roses from the bushes nearby wafted through the air. Folly squinted her eye before looking back up at the bright red and blue sunset.

"They're weak. One swift of the hand and they're gone," She said. "Just like that."

"Hm, well you're gonna hate my gift then." You mumbled before sitting up from your laying position. You turned your back to her, fumbling around in the bag you brought along. "Where is it..."

She seemed confused at your actions but didn't say anything. Suddenly, with a loud 'Aha!', you turned to face her.

You were holding a flower crown made out of the roses that were nearby. "These flowers reminded me a lot of you so I thought I could make something out of them!"

Without warning, you placed it on the top of her beret. Or rather attempted to, as the crown was threatening to slip off. You giggled at the sight of Folly with a sloppily placed rose crown on her head. "You look nice with it!" You exclaimed.

She looked very unimpressed by both your gift and laughter. Deep down, however, she was grateful for all of it. It made her chest feel warm, her heart was pounding. Guess even a figure of hatred and malice could feel these emotions too.

"Hm..." Folly hummed, grabbing onto the crown gently yet firmly to inspect it. She glided her fingers across the soft petals. The vines still adorned a few leftover thorns you seemingly forgot to pluck off. The rose petals were a similar color to her, a bright crimson red. The crown was large enough to fit her head too. 'They put thought into this', she pondered. She began to get lost into the details.

"Do you like it?"

Your voice brought her back to reality. She looked at you for a moment before letting out her usual sinister laugh. "It's pretty, mortal... but its useless to me." She responded.

"So you DON'T like it?" You pouted slightly, a bit sad at her words. "Well, I guess if you don't like it, you can hand it ba-"

"No." The mere thought of handing the flower crown back when all of your hard work went into making it made Folly feel even more inclined to keep your gift. "I'll keep it... For now..."

With a big sigh of relief, you smiled. "I'm glad..." You grabbed the crown from her and set it aside before going in to wrap your arms around her larger frame.

"Please keep it forever." You muttered into her sweater. "Promise."

Folly normally hated when people hugged her, but you? You were the only person allowed to hold her. Your touch was soft and gentle, like a warm blanket.

With the sun setting even further into the horizon, this moment felt like a dream. She wanted it to last forever.

So then, how did it come to this?

Folly cursed whatever higher being was up there when she saw your lifeless body laying in that same spot just days later. You passed so suddenly. No one else knew what happened, it was so out of nowhere. It was like someone was playing a sick joke on her.

Weeks had passed since you were gone from this world. She stared at the rose crown in her hands, the last thing you gave her. "Please keep it forever" echoed in her head over and over again, your voice sounding so happy that she accepted your gift. Oh how she missed the sound of your voice.

Suddenly, a single tear had fallen onto one of the petals which deepened the color. Another tear came, then another, then more droplets. Folly rarely ever cried, and yet here she was, silently crying over the only thing she had of you. She missed you so immensely, it hurt.

From then on, the sight of red roses and petals made her sick. Her thoughts were only of you whenever she saw them, the sight of your body laying cold and still on the ground.

But even with her grief, Folly fulfilled her promise of keeping the roses forever. Occasionally, when no one else is in the elevator, she'll take it out of her pocket and inspect it. Though, one day she noticed the flowers starting to wilt, but she didn't care. All she could think of was you.

Folly never did moved past the mourning period, even years later with the dead flowers still in her pocket. But inside, she secretly wished that you were well, wherever you were.

[neteyamyawne]

🦋 — Thigh Riding

✧ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : ᴅɪʟꜰ!ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ᴍᴀᴛᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

✧ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ

MDNI ✯

❈ Warning : Thigh Riding, fingering (f receiving), breast play, soft dom tonowari, edging, tsaheylu making, dry humping.

❈ Word count : 0.8k proof read.

"word" - dialogue

❈ Note : I loveeeeee Tonowari's thighs omgg those damn thiccc thighs! (I want him to squish my face between them)

❈ Glossary : Tweng - loin cloth, Yawne - beloved, paskalin - sweet berry, Muntxate - wife, mawey - calm

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ | ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ

Moonlight filtered through the flaps of your mauri as your desperate moans sounded through the thin walls of your shelter, your wet gliding over the expanse of your mate’s thigh, his skin glistening with your juices as your breaths labored with the effort to get some kind of friction, hips rolling over his thick thigh as he squatted in front of your quivering body riding his thigh.

“My My yawne, you really need to cum, huh?” He whispered in your ear as it was pinned back to your skull, your breaths shaking as his large hands rested on your waist, guiding your hips in smooth rolls, moving one of his hands to your heated core, pressing his fingers against your throbbing clit, rubbing circles with them, heightening your already overwhelming pleasure.

“Ummm fuck… wari, kiss me!” your demand was immediately satisfied, lips colliding, his tongue taking over your senses, your languid thrusts on his thigh sent tingles running up your body, the sound of wet slaps of the skin was imprinted into the back of your haze fucked out mind. “What do you want, honey? Tell me, do you want my cock to fill you up? Hmm?” He crooned in the kiss, placing and marking the skin below your chin and Jaw.

Your eyes rolled back in your skull, incoherent words spilling out of your mouth but he took the sign, he leaned back on the wall of your shared mauri, his thigh so wet with your slick that you slipped right down with a yelp at the sudden change of position when he tilted his thighs upward, the mound of your pussy bumping on the joint of his hip, a moan pilling from your plump lips “what was- that for?” you rasped out, grinding your cunt on the tight bulge under his tweng, the bud of your orgasm was just starting to unravel, he groaned throwing his head back pushing down on you down on his tight little problem while gritting his teeth “shhh I need you soakin’ loose for me, honey, when i stretch you open with my cock, i want you nice and loose f’me” his low whispers where enough to send shivers running down your spine.

He quickly slid a hand down burying two digits deep inside your gummy walls, curling and scissoring them until you were a whimpering mess above him, head buried in his chest, hips still moving in fluid motion, fucking yourself on his fingers nice and slow, taking your pleasure, getting more and more vocal as you neared your release, just mere hair length away.

Your pants and whines were music to his ears as they flicked back and forth at your sweet voice, as you begged him for more, voice loud and careless from the amount of pleasure coursing through you, his fingers brushing against your sweet spot repeatedly making stars burst through your vision “wari… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cumm'' you don’t know that was a demand, a plea or a request because you were far too gone to think about it “cum for me, paskalin, let me taste you” as if on command, the coil snapped, gushing over his thick fingers as your head fell over his shoulder, eyes drooping close, sweat beading on your pristine teal skin bathed in fire light “good girl, yawne” he growled massaging and rolling your swollen clit between his fingers, not giving your poor pussy a break, even while you came down your high.

Your breathy moans kept his cock throbbing hard, to intensify the aftermath even more, he connected your Queues together, a series of moans could be heard as he kept you nestled in his lap, toying with your pussy, nipping at your shoulder and neck with a content sigh as this sight was only for him.

He pulled back within a blink of an eye, he laid you down on the mat hovering above you as he trailed a line of kisses from to the base of your throat, to the valley of your breasts, kissing and sucking on one of them while kneading the other roughly, his other hand spreading your legs wide, finally resting it on the plush of your thigh as he nuzzled his hips between them, rubbing his clothed cock against your dripping folds, you groaned as you felt his tightness, your hands coming up and tangling them in his long locks, thrusting your hips up, eyes closed, lips parted, begging for more.

His warm taunting chuckle on the swell of your breast made goosebumps rise on your torso, seeing your desperate need for him to dick you down “mawey, Muntxate, have patience” his hand cupping your wet cunt, sneaking in his middle finger and claiming another desperate whine from you “wari… please!!” another chuckle from him was your only answer from him, throwing your legs over his shoulder as he removed his fingers and his loincloth, brandishing his cock out and pressing it on your folds, coating it with your juices before aligning it with your awaiting hole “you ready, baby girl?” your eager nod made his smirk widen “don’t worry, pearl, we just started for tonight” he chuckled as he pulnged in…

𝐀/𝐧 : Tonowari and his thighs are going to be the death of me!!!

Yawne : @taylormarieee, @persefolli, @eyweveng, @deadgirlrin, @eyrina-avatar, @avatarsslut, @neteyamsoare, @bobthe-turmpetman29, @nonniesworld, @zanabelle99, @thehoneymushroomhealer, @neteyamgfs, @xylianasblog.

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[leviismybby]

levi would spit in your mouth after eating his cum out of you I dont make the rules

Anon....ANON.

I don't even need to tell you people that this NSFW 18+ do I? This is pure filth, sorry not sorry.

With many things in his life, Levi liked being clean, he loved cleaning but when it comes to the bedroom, there are no boundaries for him.

You're whining beneath him as his thrusts start getting sloppy and loud from how wet your pussy is. He has cum in you three times already, watched as his cum dripped out of you but it isn't enough.

"Levi..I can't...again." Your nails scrape his bicep when you feel his cock fill you up to the hilt. You're so full of him, his cock, his cum... you're barely thinking anymore.

"You can baby. You were the one begging for my cock after all yeah?" His voice is low but underlined by his selfish lust, he is aware of the danger that filling you with his cum brings but he can't stop. It feels too good to stop.

Your hips start to move against his, it's the little energy you still have left in you. Levi takes you by the waist, lifting your upper body slightly and almost curses as he sees the layer of wetness that appears around his cock from both of your cum.

"Gonna fill you up so good." His thrusts start getting ruthless, his grip on your skin will surely leave dark purple marks. The tightness of your walls tells him that you're close again and this time he is nice so he let's you cum around him.

"There we go....good fucking girl." Sweat drips from his forehead onto your stomach, you feel him twitch inside you, filling you with his cum shortly after.

You moan feeling his warm seed fill you up again, Levi stays inside of you for a little before dropping your body onto the mattress.

You're breathing heavily and Levi leans down to your cunt, watching as his cum drops down onto the mattress. Fuck. He has saved this image forever in his memory.

Levi parts your thighs wider, admiring the fingerprints that he left on your skin. "What are you doing?" You ask, eyes closed. Honestly, all you want to do is sleep but then you feel Levi's warm tongue on your pussy.

A whine escapes your lips, hips bucking towards his face, hand pulling on his messy hair. Levi growls tasting himself on you, he has no shame at this moment, if you told him that he would be doing this two hours prior, he would tell you that you're insane.

But maybe he is the insane one. His mouth sucks on your clit before he licks down to your hole, slurping his cum out of you.

Your thighs start shaking from the overstimulation, closing around his head. But Levi keeps them parted by his hands, tongue lapping at your cunt.

"Fuck Levi....please..." You almost scream as he brings you to your orgasm again, smirking against your wet folds. He loves it when you let him use you like this.

"Atta girl." He pulls back, kissing your pussy before bringing his hand to your mouth. He parts your lips and your eyes go wide when he spits into your mouth, the white liquid dripping onto your tongue.

"Swallow." He commanded and you obey, swallowing his spit, you dart your tongue out to show him and Levi smirks.

"That's my girl." He kisses you, hands tracing over your body to gently massage the areas he was rough with. It isn't a surprise when your eyes start to close, he pulls back watching as you fall asleep under him.

Poor thing, he has completely exhausted you. Pulling a blanket over you, he kisses your cheek. Sleep now because he will have you dripping with his cum again later.

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[jammed-out]

Hypnovember Day 6 - Scent

(CW: objectification, entranced by smell, ass eating, exhibitionism, milking cock, lactation)

You stumbled into the bakery following the sweet scent that had caught your nose ever since you got off of the bus. You had walked past this place dozens of times before, but never til now did you decide to stop in. Something about it smelled amazing today, like the best treats in the world were made there. You just had to check it out.

You stepped inside, the chime ringing as the door opened. The girl behind the counter smiled expectantly at you giving you a wave. Immediately you noticed that she was naked except for the apron. The sight surprised you, but not so much as the warm air and sweet smells that wafted through the air. They clouded your head filling it with the smell of sugar and frosting. You found your mouth watered.

"Hello and welcome! Feel free to take a look around and let me know if you need any help with anything." The woman said. You noticed the apron tented over her massive breasts, barely containing them. She seemed so happy even though sweat dripped down her neck, over her collarbones and down between her breasts. You shook your head and stepped forward cautiously looking around.

The shelves in the store were stacked full of treats of all types. Fresh baked breads, dozens of muffins and donuts, cupcakes, cookies, biscuits, and things that you had only ever seen in photos. And it all looked amazing. It made your head spin and stomach growl.

"Oh honey you look so hungry. It get's pretty hot in here, especially when I'm in the back making everything by hand. Might seem odd, but I put extra love into every...single...treat..."

You felt your legs squeeze together as she spoke. You didn't know why but it was getting hotter by the second to be in there. You walked over to the counter panting, hoping there was something to drink. You felt dizzy all of a sudden, the smell getting to you.

She walked out from behind the counter, her bare skin on full display for you to see. Her hips were just as wide as you imagined and shining from the sweat beading on them. You wondered what her ass tasted like. You blinked twice, your head spinning from the thought. Where had that come from.

She slipped behind you and put her hands on your shoulders, digging her fingers into them, slowly massaging you. Your eyes fluttered as she dug into the muscles sending your head swaying to the side. It felt so good to have her do that to you. "Oh honey I knew when you walked in that you were all tense. You needed a good kneading to loosen you up. I can always tell when a good dessert needs working before its finished. You just relax and let me get you all baked up."

You wanted to argue, to fight her on it, but she dug her fingers in deeper and you nearly crumpled over letting out a moan of pleasure and pain. You could feel your muscles relaxing under her grip as she pulled you back against her. Her hands slid over your arms, lower, working ever muscle in your body. The loud growl from your stomach was the only thing that caused her to stop.

"My poor sweet. Come let's get you fed. I know exactly what you need is in the back." She took your hand leading you back behind the counter and through the swinging door into the kitchen.

You could see a standard kitchen with everything pristine and clean except for the women restrained on the back wall of the kitchen. She led you over to them, the sweet smell getting stronger the closer you got. Your head swam, practically drooling with each step.

"Here is cupcake. I keep her nice and glazed up." She gestured to a girl who's top half was invisible, blocked off from the hole in the wall where she disappeared from the waist up. Her legs were spread wide, trapped and bent to the sides revealing her pussy which glistened in the lighting. It shone brightly, twinkling in your eyes.

"Over here is cream. She makes it fresh on tap daily." The next girl put in the same position, except upright. Only her massive breasts that put the shop owner to shame and her equally impressive dick stuck out from the holes in the wall. Her nipples and dick were dripping, leaking into a large bucket set on the floor.

"And here is donut. I think that's what you're hungry for most of all." She pointed to the third girl, her ass, hands, and feet the only things sticking out from the wall. Her hands were stuck tightly, pulling her cheeks apart revealing her perky and puffy butthole. It made your mouth water as you began to lean forward.

The shop owner gave you a little push sending you falling face first against donut's hole. You quickly began to lick at it, hungry for more of a taste. You could feel it twitch excitedly and dove in fully, your mind lost in a daze fully.

"Be sure to eat up cutie. Get your fill of all of them. And then we can talk about getting you all set up for your position as a whole cake. I know a few of our repeat clients who would love nothing more than to get a piece of you."

You couldn't focus on the words anymore, your mind lost in the bliss of savoring donut's taste and smell. It made your mind fuzzy and knees weak as you carelessly pawed at your crotch, desperately trying to get some pleasure out of yourself.

"You have fun. I'll come check on you later and we'll get to some deep work on your mind and body. After all a good baker never lets any product go to waste."