#rough ass shift too omg

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[lacy-oh-lacy]

i genuinely need you to write something for rio vidal plzzzzzz i’ll take anything but your writing is perfect so id love for you to write something *cough* dominant jealous rio *cough*

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉'𝒔 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

𝑨/𝑵: Omg thank you, Anon. You're too sweet 𖹭

𝑪𝑾: Fem!Reader, Dom!Rio, Jealous!Rio, Soft domming, knife play, biting, magical G!P, possessiveness

Contrary to all common sense, the quickest way to find yourself on Death’s radar was not through an act of death itself. Not by losing your life or taking another's…

No, it was through her girlfriend.

A stranger's lingering gaze or a friend's pda never escaped Rio’s attention, and a repeat offender, like oh say… that coworker of yours you were talking to at that very moment…

Well, they managed to make an enemy out of the force of nature that could usually pride herself on her indiscriminate apathy.

Rio lurked in the shadows outside your workplace, eyes darkening as that fool made you laugh.

She wasn't even two minutes late to pick you up, and already that snake was curling around you. Unbelievable.

You didn't think anything of it, Rio knew, but she could see in that man's eyes every disgusting thought he was having about you.

It made her sick, it made her burn.

Well, if the shades of purple littering your neck didn't clue him in to the fact that you were taken, she was beyond willing to do it herself.

Under the cover of darkness she shifted her attire with a thought, striding over in a new, clean-cut suit that made his own look like ratty hand-me-downs.

You perked up as soon as you noticed her and it made her heart leap. Your bright smile, your appreciative eyes taking in her new look…

He could never make you glow like that.

“Hey, Baby.”

Rio couldn't help a quick smile reserved only for you as she joined you under the streetlight, arm wrapping around your waist. “Hello, my love. Sorry I'm late, work was murder.”

She turned to face your companion, with a cold and withering stare. A look that could take years off a life.

“Who's your friend?”

You could never truly estimate the depths of Rio's jealousy but you knew that look well enough to know you had to get her out of there.

And you knew it well enough to not be surprised by the intensity she brought to the bedroom that night.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“I missed you today.”

Rio replied in her softest tone, someone less attuned to her might not have even heard the boundless resentment living within it, “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

Leisurely, she traced her knife from your jaw, down your neck, applying a spine-tingling pressure just short of breaking skin.

“Yeah well, that new guy I work with is pretty fun.” You said breathily, not biting. Her blade caught on the collar of your shirt, lingering above your hammering heart, and Rio laughed.

Never before had such stubborn brattiness looked so good on someone, but you were just something else… teasing her even with a knife to your chest…

She cut through the fabric in one rough slash. “Careful, Lover. Wouldn't want to shorten such a fun man's life span, would you?”

“You wouldn't do that.” you challenged

“Try me. I'd do anything to keep you.”

The sincerity of the statement should have frightened you, but it was intoxicating. To be the object of such devotion from Death herself was a head-spinning high that no drug, spell or new lover could match.

“You'll always have me, Rio.”

There was a pain to the look she gave you in return, a wound behind her eyes, but she found a smile for you before she circled behind you.

“I’d better.” She breathed in your ear, pulling the tatters of what used to be your shirt from your body.

The tip of her knife traveled down your spine, barely grazing your skin on a trail to your skirt, which she skillfully cut open, baring you to her completely.

“My pretty girl…”

Her hand smoothed over your ass-cheek with near reverence before disappearing between your legs.

You gasped, skin aflush, but all too soon you realized she wasn't done playing with you yet.

“Please.” You whimpered as her fingers slid across your folds, just short of where you needed them.

“Say my name.”

“Rio, please, I need you so bad.”

She drew a lazy circle on your clit and your breath hitched, “Well how can I say no to that?”

A tingling warmth followed her hand on your back as she pushed you forward, forcing your chest onto your dresser and you into a bend.

You barely noticed the hardness of the surface against your breasts. You couldn't concentrate over the thought of being so exposed to her, and even that died with your last remaining brain cells as you felt the tip of her cock against your entrance.

She could've gone right in, you were wet enough for her to, but she slowly dragged up and down your slick folds, cock head catching on your clit every time and setting your nerves ablaze.

“Rio.” You whined.

“So impatient.” She laughed. “Don't worry, Baby, I'll take care of you.”

With that she pushed through your centre, slowly and gently sinking inside of you, savoring every blissful moan you let out.

She very nearly lost herself as you jerked against her but she resisted the rough thrust you were so clearly asking for. Your pathetic, little mewls, music to her ears.

She bottomed out inside of you, letting you adjust, letting you enjoy being filled. Then quicker than you could process she pulled out and slammed back in.

You cried out, but Rio wasn't slowing down this time, pounding you again and again with deep, unapologetic thrusts.

“You're mine. You hear that? Say it.”

“I'm yours, Rio.” You choked out, voice bouncing with her pistoning hips.

“Yeah, you’re mine. My good girl.”

She leant forward, her breasts flush against your back, as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, leaving behind a delightful sting.

Rio wasn't usually one for quickies but tonight she'd make an exception. There was a desperation inside of her stronger than mere lust. She had to see you cum.

She twisted her arm around your hip so she could work your clit, rubbing in a frenzy. “Tell me you want me.”

“Want you. Need you.”

“Then cum for me Baby, I know you can do it.”

Rio was nothing short of amazing. The concentrated skill on your clit and the near supernatural speed of her thrusts unraveled you like only she could.

Your mouth fell open and your walls clenched around her in a strangling hold as lust threatened to burn you alive.

“God! Rio!”

You came all over her and right on cue she emptied her cock inside of you, filling you to your very core with what felt like neverending ropes of cum, trapped inside of you by her refusal to pull out.

“I'm never gonna let anyone else do this to you, baby.” She breathed out, mouth returning to your shoulder to lick over the bite mark she left. “Never, for all eternity, I'm yours, and you’re mine.”

[jamespotterismydaddy]

When Nobody's Around

luke castellan x reader

capture the flag pt 2!

A/N: not me keeping my promises and posting three days in a row

TW: so much smut omg, throat-fucking, pussy slapping, cockwarming, overstim

word count: 1,225 words

After what happened with Luke the other day, you need to do something to cool off, to get your mind off of it. Training is the perfect thing. You make your way down to the grounds with Clarisse. Your half-sister is the perfect person to train with because she fights so hard that it gives you no chance to think.

“Fuck.” You murmur. You’re already there when you realize you forgot something. “I have to go back for my sneakers.” 

“Don’t take too long, dumbass.” She smirks and you roll your eyes before jogging back to your cabin. It’s so weird because you could’ve sworn on your life that you had brought them.

You shake off the feeling and open the cabin door. There shouldn’t be anyone inside, all your siblings are training and whatnot. There shouldn’t be anyone in there, especially not  Luke Castellan who is sitting on your bed, holding your sneakers.

What. The. Fuck.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” He states, giving you an easygoing grin.

“Get out of my cabin.”

“No.”

“Not only are you not meant to be in here, I also don’t want you here.” Your voice is angry as you walk towards him.

“I think you do.”

You scoff. “Stop acting like you know me.” 

He gives you a sly smile. “But I do know you… very intimately.”

“If you’re here for another hookup, it’s not going to happen.” You say adamantly.

He stands up, walking towards you. You hate the way he towers over your smaller body. “I’m actually here to apologize.” 

“Apologize?” You ask doubtingly, not really thinking he was the type.

“Yeah.” His hands fall to your waist. You don’t shove him off right away, waiting to see where this all goes. “I was very rough with you before.” His hand slides up to hold your chin, thumbing your lip. “Maybe I wanted to be more gentle this time? Get down on my knees and eat you nice and slow.”

“I can’t stand you.” You breathe out as his hand ghosts down, rubbing over your breast.

“You’re such a damn brat.” He gives you a squeeze. “I thought I fucked that out of you last time but apparently not.”

You want to come up with some clever retort but all you can do is whimper in response.

“Now, how about you get on your knees and if you suck me well enough maybe, just maybe, i’ll get you off.”

You drop to your knees. You hate to admit it but you like the way he talks to you. No other guy has enough confidence to try and put you in your place.

“What a submissive little slut.” He coos as he grips your hair with one hand.

“I’ll bite your cock off.” You say as you unzip his jeans, tugging them down.

“We both know that would be more of a loss for you than me.” He chuckles at how your eyes widen when he pulls his dick out. He may have been inside of you but you never actually saw how big he is. “Suck it.”

You glare but take him in your mouth as far back as you can. You gag when the tip of him touches the back of your throat.

“That’s right, baby. Choke on my cock.” He murmurs as he begins to thrust into your mouth languidly. Your eyes water as you try to suck him off but it’s more like being throat-fucked instead with the way he grips your hair to pull your head back and forth. He gives a little slap to your cheek. “No teeth.” He warns as he continues to use your mouth like he pleases.

You’re surprised when he pulls out before finishing. “You can swallow my cum another time. I plan on keeping my promises.”

When you’re on your feet, Luke pulls you into a kiss. He taps your ass once so you jump, letting him hold you as he walks you back to your bed. He parts his lips from yours, placing you down so you sit on the edge of your bed.

“It’s your turn to get on your knees.” You say cheekily.

“Don’t go acting like you’re in charge.” He says but kneels anyhow. “I’m not opposed to giving that ass a few more smacks.” You shift a bit at the comment as he pulls off your pants. “Oh, maybe you’d like that.”

“I wouldn’t.” You lie as he yanks down your panties, revealing how wet you are.

“No?” He asks, amused before laying a harsh smack to your cunt. You drip out more arousal. “Liar.” He murmurs before digging in.

His hands hold tight to your thighs as he buries his face in your cunt. It’s stimulating too much and just the right amount all at once. You begin to whine and try to squirm away but he keeps you firmly in place with his strong hands as he laps up your arousal.

“Better than fucking ambrosia.” He looks up, grinning like a devil before nipping at your clit. Your hand is in his hair now, pulling tightly as you’re so close… so close and then… he stops.

“Luuuke…” You whine in frustration.

“Sorry, baby but you’re gonna cum around my cock.”

He picks you up like you weigh nothing and throws you back further on the bed before shifting his body between your legs. He uses his dick to tease your clit and you whimper.

“Please, Luke.” You beg, looking at him with doe eyes.

“Look at you, so pretty as you beg to be fucked. I’ll give you what you want.” His words are so lewd but his voice is so gentle.

He slips himself inside of you in one go, once again not caring about you adjusting. Though, he exercises a bit more restraint this time, not moving quite yet. He at least wants you to be able to walk somewhat well after this. He leans down to kiss your neck, leaving love bites that you'll have to explain later before he actually starts to give you what you need. He begins to thrust, trying to avoid acting like a rabid dog even if he knows you like it.

“You’re so fucking tight. Never had such a tiny little pussy before.” The way you squeeze around him has him throwing all decorum out the window. He begins to fuck into you like this is the last chance he’ll get.

“Mmm Luke, harder.” You beg.

“Fucking slut.” He says with a grin before slinging your leg over his shoulder so he can piston into you deeper.

“Want you… to cum… inside.” The words have him going feral. He uses his thumb to rub your clit, making you spasm under him.

“Is that all it takes? Barely even had to touch your sweet pearl.” You cream around his cock and he fucks you through it. The overstimulation has you seeing stars but after a few moments, his thrusts finally begin to slow. He stills and you feel his hot cum spurt into you, filling you to the brim until it spills out.

He slumps down on you, pressing tired kisses to your collarbone as he lets you cockwarm him.

“Want me to go?” He asks. 

It should be an easy answer. You should say yes.

“No… stay.” 

And he smiles.

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[slttygeto]

"DON'T WANNA WAIT ON IT, TONIGHT I WANNA GET NASTY" | GETO. S

synopsis: on your night out with your boyfriend, you start feeling a little needy which results in him taking matters into his own hands. but after being rudely interrupted by his best friend, suguru knows exactly what to do with you.

content warning (so much omg): porn with a bit of a plot, fem! reader, established relationship, there's a bit of a dom/sub dynamic between reader and geto but it's not very obvious, dry humping, making out in the car, semi-clothed sex, sex on the couch, cunnilingus, blowjob, praise<3 lots of it, pet names (baby), dirty talk, suguru knows how to talk, size kink, fucking on satoru's couch, throat/face fucking, squirting, strength kink. heavily not proof-read (i was too tired) really, just grab your shower head.

word count: 3,5k

note: thank u for almost 9k followers! and most importantly, i need to get railed by this man. and very soon.

another note: my one and only @aurelianamu was the one to suggest the idea btw!!!

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

suguru loved you like this. when you were so horny and needy that no thought in your head was cohered, and all you cared about is having his cock inside you. the way you got flustered as you watched him drive, your face turning red and your breath catching in your throat when he fixed his pants or his shirt rode up a little to reveal the happy trail beneath the fabric. or how you immediately turned to look out of the window when he put his hand on your thigh, praying that he wouldn’t squeeze it.

suguru found it so amusing, how you were trying to act like none of it was affecting you but he could feel the way you were squeezing your thighs together, or shifting on the seat to grind your pretty clit against something, anything, even if it was the seat of his car.

which eventually resulted in him pulling the car over in a pretty dark area and ushering you to straddle his lap.

it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but you did not care—suguru’s lips are on yours. suguru was kissing you so good you were starting to feel dizzy, his hands were squeezing your thighs, your ass, your waist—and your were slowly starting to lose your mind at the electrifying feeling of his rough, big hands on your skin. he pulls away from your lips and kisses down your neck, smiling when you quickly melt on top of him and your hands are shakily placed on his shoulders, squeezing them to let him know he was making you feel so good (although your sounds were making it pretty obvious).

you start moving your hips back and forth on his crotch, and despite being pretty out of it and dizzy, you smile when you hear the muffled groan of your lover, his lips pausing at a certain spot on your neck before switching to his teeth.

he pulls away from your neck and stares at your hips, at loss for words at the way you swiftly roll them back and forth on his pretty visible bulge and he sighs, a hand gripping your side before staring up at you—your flushed face and fucked out look.

“fuck, you’re so sexy.” he whispers under his breath and lets his other hand find your other side, squeezing hard enough to make you pull up your shirt for him to see your skin. “that’s right, that’s it baby.” his praise sends tingles down to your pussy, and you think to yourself that there’s no way you were going to cum like this—in your clothes, in suguru’s car in some random place he found. but it was happening, and the realization that you were going this far just because you were horny for your lover seems to soak your panties even more.

but the moment is short lived when suguru’s phone starts pinging. once, then twice and then the sound of notifications is louder than your moans and your lover’s groans, and it’s hard to ignore it now. you huff a little when he reaches for his phone on the front board of his car and his eyes squint in annoyance trying to see who could possibly need him right now.

of course it’s his best friend.

gojo

dude

gojo

dude i left in a hurry this morning for a mission and i kinda dont know if i turned off the stove or not

gojo

you live pretty close could you pleaseeee go check on it for me?

gojo

ill pay you

gojo

actually i wont but pls go check it cause im really far away from home

suguru sighs out loud and leans back on the head rest of the seat. he sees your disappointed stare along with your flushed cheeks and brings a hand up to your face, thumb caressing your jaw before tracing your lips.

“sorry baby, we’re gonna have to start driving.”

“was it satoru?” your immediate and correct guess on who could possibly interrupt such a great moment has your lover smiling to himself before placing a hand behind your head and pulling you closer to him. he kisses you sweetly, tries not to deepen it but when you whine against his lips and pull away, he almost says fuck it and pushes his seat back to fuck you on all fours.

“it must be urgent,” you say against his lips before shuffling back to your seat. “come on, lets go.”

suguru hates when you’re this disappointed and sad, he wishes he could tell satoru he didn’t see the messages and take you to the back seats of the car to fuck your brains out. but he knows that satoru knows him too well, and that there’s no way he didn’t see the messages.

he starts the car and on the way there, suguru comes up with an idea. he doesn’t share it with you, knowing that you would immediately shut it down and flat out refuse. so he waits until you two get there to share his plan with you, knowing very well that a simple kiss and grinding his painful bulge against your core would easily make you give in to it.

—

when you arrive to satoru’s place, you feel tired, worn out. you and suguru did absolutely nothing beside dry humping, but having it be interrupted so suddenly made your mood drop a bit too hard. you stand in the living room of the strongest himself, looking at the various framed pictures of himself and your lover through every single ugly, awkward and embarrassing phase of their lives and it’s heartwarming.

but one thing you can never get used to is how expensive satoru is. you forget that he swims in money, and so his apartment was a duplex that reeked of opulence, with furniture that probably cost more than your yearly income. you try not to touch anything and choose to stand next to the couch while your boyfriend checks the house to see if his best friend did indeed leave anything on.

“he needs to put cameras here or something,” you say when you see your boyfriend approach the living room with a relaxed stance, hands in his pockets.

“hm, why?”

“it’s pretty fancy, you don’t think he could get robbed?” suguru smiles at your worry and places a hand on the back of your head before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“i’m pretty sure anyone who thinks it’s a good idea to rob satoru is stupid.” it doesn’t ease your worry but you decide to let go of it.

“well, if everything is safe then let’s go.” suguru’s hand doesn’t leave the back of your head. instead, it travels down to the small of your back and pushes you closer to him, your chests flushed against one another.

“we’re not in a hurry baby, and we were in the middle of something before coming here.” you freeze when you realize what he was insinuating and your hands immediately go up to his chest, in hopes of making him realize what he was suggesting in the first place.

“baby… we’re in satoru’s house,” you laugh nervously, hoping that the mention of his best friend's name snaps something in him-- but you don’t try to push him away, the arousal that you felt in the car coming back in strong waves when you notice the lustful stare of your boyfriend.

“and? satoru is not here,” his other hand rests on the back of your thigh and travels up to your ass, squeezing the flesh. “I left my baby hanging,” he leans down and brushes his lips against your quickening pulse. “you were so close in the car, I’m sure I can make you cum quickly, yeah?”

normally, you wouldn’t have agreed to this, to being fucked stupid on satoru’s expensive camel leather couch in his living room. you would’ve pushed your boyfriend’s head away from between your thighs and told him how absolutely insane all of this was. normally, you wouldn’t be this fucking horny to begin with.

but you were, and it was stopping you from thinking straight.

suguru on his knees was already enough to make you drool, but the way he had pushed your skirt up and gripped your thighs before diving into your pussy—you were starting to think all of this was a dream. but when you looked down and locked eyes with an eager looking suguru, tonguing at your clit before sliding his nose over the sensitive bud and dipping his tongue past your folds, you felt how real all of this was.

you were a mess, chest heaving and hands not knowing what to hold onto. they rest on your boyfriend’s shoulders but you quickly retreat them when he starts sucking on your clit so good, your back arches off of the couch.

“oh—“ you buck up your hips but suguru easily pins you back down with a single hand. “oh god.” you sigh and throw your head back, hands gripping onto the couch.

your boyfriend looks up once again, and he has to hold himself back from fisting his cock at the sight of you—a fucked out mess from his mouth. your hair was everywhere, and your lips looked swollen from his kisses. you don’t seem to notice the way he’s staring at you, solely focused on the way he’s sucking on your clit and he chuckles. he does and watches your eyes roll to the back of your head, so fucking pretty.

you try to fuck yourself on his tongue, grinding on his mouth for any sort of relief. your could taste your orgasm, it was at the tip of your tongue and when suguru pins you down to the couch with his strong hands, watching his arms flex is what sends you over the edge.

“that’s right, baby come on,” his praise makes you whine out loud. “come on baby, let that pussy make a mess on me.”

you cum on suguru’s tongue with a mixture of a cry and a whine, toes curling and your thighs shaking as you try to come down from your orgasm. each kiss your boyfriend presses to your clit as you let your orgasm wash over you sends a jolt through your body, and right when you think he’s done, he’s standing up and the visible bulge in his pants makes your mouth water.

you expect him to free his cock from his pants, and the eager look on your face makes him chuckle.

“what? you want this?” his hand palms his cock and you nod, hands resting on his thighs as his bulge is now at eye level with you. “this is what you’ve been wanting all night, right baby?” his hand rests at the top of your head, and your chest swells with something when you look up at him and find him staring down at you, looking so proud. butterflies dance in your stomach as you hold eye contact with him, your hand tracing his bulge with delicate fingers.

“go on, kiss it,” your hands start to unbuckle his belt but his quiet “ah, ah” makes you halt your movements.

“kiss it through the pants baby, I don’t think you’re ready to have it yet,” you don’t try to protest, fingers grabbing his thighs before pressing a kiss to his bulge. you drag your tongue over the fabric of his pants until you reach his belt. you push up his shirt and kiss his stomach before sliding your tongue over the same happy trail that almost drove you crazy earlier that night.

“one more baby,” his hand rests under your chin and tilts up for you to look at him. you kiss the bulge again, and again and again. you hear suguru chuckle from above and his hand caresses your throat for a bit.

you watch with eager eyes as his hand starts to unbuckle his belt and you rest your hands on the back of his thighs, patiently waiting for him to throw the belt somewhere before you’re unzipping his pants and freeing his cock from its confines. you hold his heavy in your hand, stroke it a couple of times before kissing the angry tip.

“fuuuck, look at you,” his hand goes back to your neck and squeezes it. “not so worried about satoru finding out anymore, hm?” the lazy grin he flashes you makes you shift on the couch and you’re suddenly aware that you’re grinding your pussy against satoru’s couch.

you shake your head and tap the tip of his dick on your lips and then wrapping them around the sensitive head. you pull away from his cock completely before kissing the base of his cock, the sight of you appreciating his cock with kisses and licks makes suguru place a hand on top of your head.

“shit, baby,” you lick all the way from the base up to the tip before pushing his cock inside your mouth. your hand wraps around the rest of his cock and you start to bob your head at a slow pace, your smaller fingers trying their best to stimulate all of his cock. suguru looks absolutely breathtaking from this angle.

his hair was sticking to his forehead and he had his shirt pull all the way up, holding it in place with his hand. his hips buck towards your mouth a few times and you gag each time, pulling away from him to breathe only to wrap your mouth around him not only five seconds later. he wishes he could find your eagerness amusing, but he finds it hot. he can feel his thighs tingling and the drool that’s trickling down to his balls makes the sight of you sucking him off on his best friend’s couch even hotter.

“yeah, just like that,” he sighs and throws his head back. his eyes flutter shut and you take it as a sign to go faster, your other hand finds his balls and you carefully start to fondle them, you hollow your cheeks and bob your head faster.

“fuck baby, mhm,” he looks down at you and finds you staring up at him, flashing you a smile that reaches up to his flushed cheeks. “god, I could fall in love all over again.”

you let go of his balls and slowly let go of his base before bracing yourself on his thighs. suguru watches as you inhale before pushing his entire cock down your throat, gagging and then pulling away.

“b-baby,” he chokes out, his hand finding the back of your head. you repeat the same motion once, and then twice and the faster you got, the harder it was for suguru to have complete control over himself.

“breathe in for me,” his hands grab your face and you do as he tells you, closing your eyes as you brace yourself for the contact. suguru starts fucking your face at a slow pace, but it picks up when he hears the sound of your throat being absolutely destroyed. you gag on him a couple of time and there’s drool on your lap and on the couch, but you don’t let it stop you from nuzzling your nose against suguru’s pubes.

your boyfriend chokes out a few curse words as he cums down your throat, and when he pulls away, his hands are all over your neck, caressing it and praising you for taking him so well. you cough a few times and there’s tears running down your cheeks, but you still manage to flash your tall lover a drunken smile and your hand finds its way towards his very sensitive cock.

“baby—“ he tries to protest, his eyes squeezing shut.

“more suguru,” you kiss the tip and he almost falls over. “I want more. if we’re gonna do it on satoru’s couch, might as well make it worth it, yeah?”

you were the devil, and suguru who usually bragged about how hard it is for anyone to trick him was easily falling in your trap.

he towers over you on the couch and kisses you so roughly you’re pushed back on the couch. your legs wrap around his middle and your arms find his neck, and you can’t deny how good it feels to have suguru’s big body covering you whole with so much ease.

his cock quickly hardens from you two making out, and when you feel it poke your thigh, your hand reaches down to stroke it and your thumb grazes the tip.

“you’re having too much fun,” he whispers against your lips and you giggle, but it quickly dies down when he pushes past your wet folds with so much ease. you don’t need time to adjust, but the force in which he was fucking you with knocks the wind out of your lungs.

“satoru will never find out what we did on his couch,” he says, out of breath. “he will never know that I ate this weeping pussy so good on his couch,” his hand then finds your neck and squeezes with a lazy grin. “or that I’m fucking it stupid while he’s away on a mission,”

each word goes straight towards your pussy, your brain seems to stop functioning because you stop responding to your boyfriend and your lips are parted in pleasure. his thrusts are getting rougher and sloppier, and he presses a hand on your stomach with an eager grin.

“if you’re gonna cum on me again, might as well make it messy.” you don’t understand what he means at first, too lost in the feeling of your approaching orgasm on your fingertips. but when it washes over you in violent waves and small cries and suguru fails to pull away from you, but chooses to press harder on your stomach, you start to panic.

“suguru—“ you choke out a sob when the tip of his cock keeps abusing the same spot and over again. “suguru, it’s too much—!”

“you can take it,” his voice is low and his eyes are fixated on the way your squelching pussy seems to not want to let go of him. “just one more baby, okay? one—“ he sighs out and his pace falters for a second but he finds eagerness once again when he sees your head thrown back and hears the cries of pleasure.

he pushes your legs up to your chest and presses them there as he pounds into you with all of his strength. the couch starts moving with each monstrous drive of his hips, and your eyes widen when you feel something down there.

“suguru wait—“ your hands try to push at his shoulders. “m-messy, it’s gonna be messy!”

“good,” he keeps fucking into you and pins you down to the couch with his weight. “come on, I know this pussy can make a mess,”

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel his pelvis rub down on your clit, and along with the tip of his cock incessantly abusing that sensitive spongy spot, your body finally lets go and you let the earth shattering orgasm wash over you in shaky waves and a loud cry.

suguru curses under his breath when he feels you spray him with hot liquid but he doesn’t stop and continues to fuck into you until he empties himself inside you with a groan before pulling away from you, afraid to hurt you by plopping himself on top of you.

it takes you a good minute to catch your breath, and suguru caresses your stomach snd thighs, soft praises fill the air before you can finally look him in the eye with a less hazy mind.

“hi baby,” he says softly, a hand resting on your stomach.

“hi,” you reply in a voice barely above a whisper and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” you don’t say anything and let him lift you up and carry you to one of satoru’s guest bathrooms.

despite feeling drowsy, your earlier concern resurfaces at the top and when you jolt as your boyfriend sits you on the toilet seat, he quickly expresses his worry about hurting you.

“did I hurt you?”

“are we gonna clean satoru’s couch before we leave?”

suguru stares down at you in amusement but answers you anyway.

“I’ll get a cleaner baby, you don’t worry that pretty head, okay?” you hum in response. there’s silence for a moment before you speak up again.

“that poor cleaner,” you say sleepily, head resting on suguru’s stomach. “give him a tip, okay?”

your boyfriend stifles a laugh and pats your head.

“yeah baby, no problem.”

—

two days later, you’re laying in bed with your boyfriend, watching a random show on TV before his phone starts pinging again. you both lock eyes before he's checking who's texting him. and lo and behold,

gojo

SO YOU DID TAKE MY OFFER

gojo

i told you my couch is comfortable

gojo

but damn getting a cleaner for it???? you two sure got comfortable

suguru shows you the messages exchanged between himself and his best friend and he laughs when your face still turns a red color.

“I told you he wouldn’t mind.”

“no! he knows we’re messy!” your boyfriend pulls you on top of him and his hand lands on your ass with a harsh smack.

“you mean filthy,”

“not the point!”

2023 ; all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

[taintedcigs]

thinking about mean!ex!steve who sees you at a party with someone else and teaches you a lesson in the bathroom...

warnings: minors dni 18+, p in v, mean!steve, degradation, name calling, cr*ampie, rough/hate sex!, ass slaping, kinda dub-con but not really? (reader says she can't take it but steve says she can? idk how else to label this sorry omg)

You shouldn't be doing this.

You should be as far away from him as possible.

But your mouth was betraying you, groans escaped it louder than before, you knew you shouldn't have done this again, you knew you shouldn't have let him do this, but god, did it feel so fucking good.

To have Steve's large hands grabbing your waist in a tight hold, while your cheeks were pressed onto the cool marble countertop in Tiffany's bathroom, pounding into you with such force that it had you crying out beneath him.

"Louder, doll," he teased with a smirk, "don't think that douche can hear you, scream my name, baby," he cooed, sinking deep inside of you, brutal with his movements.

"A-asshole," you barely spat with groans slipping past your lips, and he chuckled darkly. "Such a mouthy fuckin' bitch, aren't ya?" He snarked, landing a harsh slap on your ass as you gasped.

"I think you forgot what happens to spoiled little sluts like you," he pouted mockingly, stilling his movements, his cock still warming your insides, but not enough to fill the desire bubbling up in your stomach.

"S-steve!" You whined, "what are you doing?" You cried out, attempting to turn your head, but unable to with Steve's harsh hold.

"Nuh-uh," he chuckled, "you gotta beg for it, honey."

"You're such a fucking ass-" Another harsh slap on your ass, enough to leave a mark, and Steve admired it with a smirk. "God, you look so fuckin' hot with me markin' you up, doll," he groaned, leaving harsh nibbles and kisses all over your neck.

"Maybe I should leave more, huh? Let those assholes know that you're all mine?" He grinned against your ear, you tried to shift against him, get some friction, but all it did was earn another slap, causing your insides to clench down on nothing when you whined.

"Are you gonna behave now, baby?" He pouted mockingly, causing you to nod with a huff. "Beg for me, baby. Beg for me to pound this tight cunt of yours. Tell me you're mine, my filthy little slut, who'll do any fucking thing to get fucked by me." He smirked, hands teasingly playing with your clit, pressing you further onto the countertop.

He was such a fucking asshole. Yet you were more than ready to beg for more, beg for him to make you his. Because he felt so fucking good, and he knew you well, too well to make you cum undone in minutes. Something none of your other boy toys could do.

You needed Steve, needed him to make you cum, needed to feel his cock dragging up your walls, filling you so full that your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

"P-please, Steve," you begged, unashamedly. "'m yours, promise," you said faintly. "Need you to make me yours, mmpff," you whined.

"P-please, cum inside'a me," you cooed teasingly, knowing that this would bring Steve to the edge, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist cumming inside of you, not slipping out until he was sure you were stuffed full of him.

"F-fucking slut," he spat, withdrawing from the warmness of you before he slammed back inside with a thrust that had your core shaking. Your skirt which was flipped onto your back was shaking with every thrust.

"Such a filthy fuckin' whore," he chuckled, "so fuckin' desperate to be fucked by me." You could feel his thrusts get rougher, balls slapping against your clit so deliciously that you were crying out for more.

It was too much, his movements, the harsh slaps on your ass, his hold on your waist, the way you could physically feel him stretching your walls, the pain subsiding quickly and turning into pleasure as he groaned. And that bastard was so fucking big that it gave you the best mix of pleasure and pain you could ask for.

"T-too big," you whined, arching your back onto him because you so desperately wanted to cum. "Is it too big for you, princess?" He cooed, and you nodded. "Too fuckin' bad," he chuckled, "you shouldn't have fuckin' begged for it, whore." He spat, mocking you with a pout while his cock pounded into you, again and again. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder, each slam of his cock inside of you sending you into pure bliss.

Your entire body was trembling, mouth crying out with every thrust, trying to adjust to that asshole's size, "You shouldn't have tried to fuck that dumb boy, so now you're going to fuckin' take it," he breathed, pounding inside of you so hard that your eyes rolled to the back of your head, lips parting open to beg for more.

"You're goin' to take all of me, whore." He groaned, driving his cock inside of your walls mercilessly, deeper and deeper. "And, I'm not goin' to stop until I make sure every single drop of me is spilled inside of your sweet fuckin' cunt," his fingers dug into your hips once he drove into you faster, your whole world spinning with it. Your cries were getting uncontrollable, and his groans were guttural, mixing together perfectly.

"All fuckin' mine," he demanded with a final thrust, enjoying the way you came around his cock, while his cock spilled inside of you. Filling you full, making you his.

Steve was going to make sure that jerk boy toy of yours would see you coming out of the bathroom with him, looking all fucked out while you clung to his shoulders, and with his cum dripping down your thighs.

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Need You

Marc Spector x f!reader

Word count: 2588

Summary: In the middle of the night, when Marc comes home, is when he needs you the most.

Warnings: S m u t. Nasty, filthy, smut. Specifically: oral (both male and female receiving), riding, and p in v (no protection), let's add praise kink to be safe. Which means this is NSFW. Which means minors DNI. Also language. That's a big one. Marc can't help it.

There's fluff too, probably very cheesy. So bad omg. Smut with no plot. Not beta read. Let me know if ya'll like <3

...

The bed dipped and you stirred, your mind foggy—caught between consciousness and the realm of sleep. Your bleary eyes cracked open, vision hazy in the darkness. You managed a quick glimpse at the digital clock on the nightstand. 

3:55 AM. 

Your eyes fell shut as you stretched your limbs like a cat under the sun, a tired little whine escaping you. You had work in a few hours.

Turning over, you collided with the warmth of bare skin. Strong arms immediately wrapped around you, calloused fingers burying under your too-large t-shirt to skim down the dip of your spine. A warm kiss to your temple had you sighing in contentment and you breathed in the fresh scent of body wash as your hands slowly glided over damp skin. Your fingers traced the familiar ridges of marred flesh, tiny scars from the past that led up to the thin golden chain nestled comfortably between you both.

"Marc?" His name felt thick on your tongue. You knew it was him by touch alone. He was the one that held you as if afraid of losing you. He’d dreamed about it enough times to fear it, and each time, you reassured him that he wouldn't.

"Yeah, baby, it's me," he muttered, drawing small circles over your skin, "didn't mean to wake you." 

"S'okay. Missed you." You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your voice heavy with sleep. Marc hummed, a hand slowly trailing down your back to grab the globes of your ass under your thin panties, giving each of them a gentle squeeze. 

"Missed you, too." He said into your hair, kissing your bed-slept strands. You tipped your head back to look him in the eyes. The moonlight peeking through the blinds did little to illuminate his features, but you could make out the contours of his face, the prominent line of his nose. His eyes, dark and hooded, were focused on nothing but you. It was a stare you were well acquainted with. To others, it was deadly. To you, it was nothing but pure affection.

"You okay?" You asked him as you always did after he came home from a mission, reaching up to cradle the side of his face. His stubble was rough under your fingertips, your thumb lovingly caressing his cheekbone. He didn’t shave, probably too tired, but you didn’t mind.

"Yeah," he sighed into your touch, lashes fluttering, "I'm okay. Better now." You could feel the hardness of his bulge through his boxers. He was needy, pushing his length against you in a silent plea for attention. You chuckled tiredly, shifting to press your lips over his eager ones. It started innocent enough, lips fusing like puzzle pieces in a dance you both knew well. 

Marc peppered kisses over every inch of your face before gently sucking a bruise onto the delicate skin of your neck. You groaned, your fingers threading through his damp curls, easing him off just a bit.

"What's gotten into you?" You breathed, relishing the way his tongue lapped over the mark he'd left to soothe the ache.

"Need you, baby," he grunted, trailing his plush lips over your face, “need to feel you.” 

"Yeah?" You shuddered, a throbbing need blooming between your legs, "then take what you need."

As soon as you uttered those words, one of his hands came to rest behind the nape of your neck, guiding you into another heated kiss. It was filthy this time—wet—tongues and teeth clashing sloppily. Not so innocent anymore.

Okay, so Marc wanted it messy. Who were you to deny him? 

The night lamp was quickly switched on, and all thoughts on getting any sleep were left in the dust, not that you minded too much. You ended up between his legs with his boxers gone and your t-shirt flug somewhere, your knees cushioned by the pillow Marc had placed on the floor for you. 

"Let me take care of you." You purred, breathing over his cock before spitting on it without hesitation. You watched it run down his length and over the curve of his balls, seeping into the sheets below. Your eyes followed the stream with fascination before you devoured him whole, working your lips back and forth, from base to swollen tip. 

Marc was seated at the edge of the bed breathing heavily, one of his forearms propping him up while the other hand disappeared in your hair, guiding you.

"You take me so well, sweetheart," he whispered, eyes lidded as he watched you work, "love how you choke on my cock." And as if to prove his point he weaved his fingers into your hair, shoving your face into his pelvis. He made you sputter and wheeze, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. More spit dribbled past your lips and down his length, as you sucked and sucked and sucked. 

"Fuck, baby, you know exactly what I need, don't you?" He groaned, his head lolling to the side lazily. You hummed, letting your glossy eyes flutter just a bit when you glanced up at him, making sure to hold his gaze for a moment before lowering them again. You knew that drove him crazy. 

And it did, judging by the growl that rumbled in his chest. He tapped a finger over the tip of your nose, a signal for you to stop. You obediently pulled away with a loud pop, licking your swollen lips free of the salty precome that lingered. 

"Fuck, c'mere," Marc snarled, surging forward and lifting you to straddle him. He fell back against the bed, letting your hands roam the expanse of his smooth chest, your fingers lightly grazing over his skin from collarbone to navel and back up again. You openly admired him—the sheen of sweat over his tanned skin, the swell of his muscles as he held you tight, his glazed eyes following your every move. 

"You're beautiful," you murmured, carefully taking hold of the delicate chain around his neck before dipping forward to kiss him. His arms wrapped tighter around your form, holding you against him. He smirked into the kiss, the tiniest huff of laughter pouring over you. 

"Never been called beautiful before," he said between kisses, giving your ass a nice slap. You moaned at the light sting, grinding your clothed cunt over his slippery cock, desperate to be filled. Marc hissed, his hand pressing down on your lower back to encourage your grinding, the tip of his cock wet and leaking over his stomach. 

"Shit," he panted as you pressed your nose against his lovingly, "you wanna ride me, pretty girl?"

“Mhm.” You whimpered, feeling the pad of his thick finger press against your core, relishing in its moist heat before pulling the soaked fabric of your panties aside.

“Go ahead, baby.” 

Firmly planting a hand on his chest, you lined up his cock with your entrance before taking a breath and sinking slowly, swallowing him inch by inch.

“Mmmm, God,” you moaned, pausing as soon as you took him to the hilt, “fuuuuck, Marc.”

“My cock too much for you, sweetheart?” You could hear the smugness in his tone despite his panting. His hands flew to your hips, slowly raising them to feel your walls flutter against his length before bringing you back down gently, “You can take it, I know you can—yeah, that’s it, baby.”

You choked out a sob as you rocked up and down his thick cock, whimpering at the delicious stretch. Despite having had him more times than you could count, it still made you breathless at how well he stuffed you, how deep he could reach inside and make you see stars.

"Baby, I think you got it all wrong," Marc grunted, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided you faster and faster.

"W-what?" You pushed Marc's damp hair away from his brow, watching how his hooded eyes were pinned to your face. 

"I'm not the beautiful one here. Lookit you, you’re so fucking beautiful like this, so fucking pretty when you cream all over my cock, fuuuck." He looked at you with so much adoration, like he couldn't believe you were his. His chest rose and fell with each breath, and you continued to spear yourself on his length with your lip pressed between your teeth. His words went straight to your core, drowning him in your juices.

Within seconds Marc had you on your back, one of his hands pinning both your wrists above your head.

"So fucking beautiful." He said again, his heated gaze roaming over your body before he dipped down to give you a bruising kiss. His necklace swung in the duvet between your collarbones, the pendant barely skimming the surface of your skin. 

You loved being under him, loved the way he moved over you and manipulated your body. He was the musician and you the instrument. He played you sweetly, expert fingers trailing over your skin and down the valley of your breasts to tweak a pert nipple before continuing his journey in search of the treasure held within you. He quickly dragged down your panties—now completely soaked—pulling them down your legs with your help and flinging the flimsy thing somewhere across the room to be forgotten.

"Goddamn." He breathed, dragging his middle and ring fingers over your cunt, spreading your juices over his digits. You were a sopping mess, coating his fingers with every sigh and mewl that escaped you. "You're so fucking wet, baby—you're soaking the sheets." 

"Mhm," you moaned, feeling a bit vulnerable stretched out under him. Your thighs were spread so he could inspect you, and all you could see was his crown of curls between your legs, his breath fanning over your cunt until suddenly he spits on it. "Oh my God," you tossed your head back with a groan. Your toes flexed and your thighs shook as you fought to release your hands. You wanted to touch him, desperate to feel his skin under your fingertips.

"Marc," you begged through sobs, though you weren't too sure what you were begging for exactly, "p-please." He smiled, taking pity on you, releasing you from his grip.

"Be a good girl and let me take care of you now, can you do that for me?" He took his cock in hand and rubbed the underside over your messy cunt, tapping it until you were begging for him to put it in.

"I'll be good," you choked, "just put it in me, please, in me, in me, in me—" you chanted until he silenced you with his lips, and in one fell swoop he entered you to the hilt unforgivingly. You’d scream if you could but Marc swallowed all your moans and squeals, silencing you as he moved above you gracefully.

Your hands flew to grip his arms as he practically folded you in half, reaching the deepest parts of you with ease. You ripped your lips away to let out a series of whimpers.

"I know, baby, I know, I got you, doing so good for me," Marc heaved, "so fucking tight." He pressed his chest flush against yours, burying his face in your neck to silence his moans. 

You were cockdrunk, mouth hanging open as he slammed into your sopping core with a precision that only he seemed to have. Each thrust brought you closer to the edge, the head of his dick kissing you where you needed it most.

Suddenly your body seized up and your pussy tightened as you came.

You swore you were on a different plane, a different galaxy even, floating away as pleasure rippled through you like an electrical current. You could barely hear him cooing at you, whispering pretty things in your ear as you gushed all over his cock.

"I-I love you," the confession slipped past your lips quicker than you could think it through, too high off your blissful orgasm. You meant it—of course, you meant it—but this wasn't the way you had planned to tell him, blissed out your mind with tears blurring your vision and drool running down your chin. 

It had lay heavy on your mind for a while now, ruminating, waiting for the right moment.

This hadn't been your intention.

You could barely react to your mistake, your mind now fuzzy with Marc's pretty whimpers.

"T-that's it pretty girl, that's it," he moaned, his breath warm against the shell of your ear, "you did so well for me, baby, so perfect. You're perfect." He babbled on as his thrusting became more sloppy and uncoordinated, chasing his own high.

"Come inside," you whined, barely finding your voice, "come inside me, Marc, please, I wanna feel you." One hand was buried in his hair while the other dragged down the expanse of his broad back, your nails marking his skin with angry red lines.

"Fuck," he moaned as he slammed into you one final time, releasing his thick spend inside.

He laid atop of you for a few moments, both of you struggling to catch your breath. Your limbs were a tangled, sweaty mess, useless for much else but laying there in a euphoric state.

Marc pressed a kiss over your collarbone before slowly holding himself up on shaky arms, gently removing his softening cock from inside you. His cum trickled out, a stream of white running down from your hole and straight into the sheets to join your juices. 

"You're a mess," he tutted quietly, immediately diving down to clean you up with his skillful mouth. Within minutes he had you coming again, his tongue lapping in and around you in search of every drop you had to offer until you yanked him away by the hair from the overstimulation.

"You're gonna kill me." You panted, reaching for him with shaky hands. He chuckled, pulling you in his arms as he smiled into your neck.

"Hope not," he muttered tiredly, holding you in the same position he had you in when he first arrived home,  "love you too much." 

"Hmm?" Your eyes lose their haziness from earlier, instantly alert and searching Marc's features for any signs of falseness in the statement. But you couldn't. His brown eyes seemed to hold nothing but honesty. You hoped he didn't feel forced to return the sentiment. You knew he cared for you a great deal, but that didn't mean he was necessarily ready to express it.

"Marc," you could feel your brows pull together in concern, "you don't have to—I didn't mean for you—" He silenced you with a kiss, long and sleepy, pouring everything he had with that one action.

"I love you," he said, clear as day, surging forward to kiss your brow. "I love you." He said again, kissing the tip of your nose. "I love you." A kiss on each cheek. "I love you." A kiss to your chin. "I love you." A kiss to your swollen lips before resting his head over yours. And that was that.

You choked, tears springing to your eyes but you said nothing more, just curled yourself into him as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. After a while, you felt your eyes grow heavy and you gave the clock one final glance over Marc's shoulder.

5:21 AM

It's okay, you thought, nothing wrong with calling out from work later that morning.

You fell asleep moments later to the sounds of Marc's sleepy whispers-

I love you, I love you, I love you—

[saddleups]

hi it’s me again who requested the video tape!! thank you for that and i loved it 🫦

it’s so hot to imagine james being a single father… he adopts laura after the leave ending, idk it makes me so 🤸‍♀️ imagining james as a single father. and gentle morning sex. that’s also cute!

-🧚‍♀️

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★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. JAMES SUNDERLAND X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . just sweet vanilla sex <3 p_rn w/o a plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . omg hello !! i'm glad you liked it , i had a lot of fun with it and i kinda , sorta wanna do a second part lol. your mind for the gentle morning sex ?? gentle and intimate with heavy eye contact ... sedate me

The first light of dawn spills softly through the curtains of your shared bedroom, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. As the first light dances over your face, your lashes flutter, and a quiet groan slips from your lips. You stir, feeling the familiar warmth of James pressed behind you, his arm draped over your waist in a protective hold.

Reluctantly, you crane your neck to check the time, only to realize it’s early. Much too early. The small shift of your body stirs him, and you feel his hand flex around you as he starts to wake.

“Sorry, hun,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.

“’S’fine,” James responds, his voice a low, drowsy rumble. “I needed to get up early anyway to drop Laura off at school.”

You let out a soft laugh, barely more than a whisper, “Like, six a.m. early?”

A quiet groan rumbles from his chest as he pulls you just a little closer, his fingers tracing gentle circles along your side. “Maybe not,” he admits, voice softened by sleep, as if savoring this rare moment.

James nestled his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. These moments, so rare and precious, were hard to come by with a child running through the house, always lurking around, popping up at the most inconvenient times.

A little nuisance, sure—but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. In this quiet sliver of dawn, with only the sound of his breathing and the faint hum of morning outside, you tasted a fleeting slice of domesticity.

His lips brush against the sensitive skin of your neck. You tilt your hed to the side, giving him better access, James takes full advantage. He peppers your skin with soft kisses, leaving you breathless. The friction of his stubble against your skin is a delicious mix of roughness and tenderness, making you arch into him.

"James," you breathe, your hands instinctively reaching back to grip his forearm. The heat between you is palpable, a silent promise of the passion that always seems to simmer just beneath the surface.

He nuzzles deeper into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady. "Do you have to get up?" he asks, his voice husky with desire.

You shake your head, even though he can't see it, lost in the sensation of his lips moving lower, tracing a path down your shoulder.

"No," you reply, your own voice catching in your throat. "Not yet."

His hand moves higher, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your nightgown. The simple touch sends a wave of pleasure through you, making your nipples pebble instantly. He teases one with his thumb, the friction electric against your sensitized flesh.

"Mmm," you moan softly, turning your head to capture his gaze. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming, a green blaze that promises so much more than this fleeting moment. It's a look that speaks volumes, one that says he wants you as desperately as you want him.

James leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. The connection is immediate and powerful, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to tangle with yours in a dance as old as time. Your bodies mold together, fitting perfectly as if made for each other. His free hand slides down to cup your ass, pulling you even closer, the evidence of his desire pressing insistently against your thigh.

You break the kiss, gasping for breath, your heart pounding in your chest. "James," you whisper again, this time with a hint of urgency. "We shouldn't..."

He silences you with another kiss, this one softer, almost reverent. "Shh," he murmurs against your lips. "We just have to be quiet," he says with a hint of playfulness.

Encouraged, you scoot closer, your body pressing against him. Your breath hitches as your thigh brushes against his hardening length.

"James," you whisper, voice barely audible.

He just looks at you, his lips parted as if he’s about to say something. But then his gaze drops to your lips, and the intensity in his eyes makes your heart race.

"Please," you whisper, almost begging now. "Take me."

His breath catches, and you feel his entire body tense up for a moment before he exhales slowly. His hand moves from your cheek to your hair, tangling in the strands as he pulls you closer. He kisses you then, a soft, lingering kiss that speaks volumes without words.

When he pulls back, his eyes are dark with need. "Are you sure?" he asks, voice low and rough.

You nod again, your fingers gripping his arm tightly. He shifts slightly, turning so that he’s half on his side, facing you. The straps of your nightgown have come undone. James' slips his hand down to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your already hard nipple. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you let out a small gasp.

"Quiet," he reminds you, but there’s no reprimand in his tone. Only concern and affection.

You bite your lip, nodding once more. He leans in, capturing your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. The pressure builds, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second.

Your hand travels down to his erection, wrapping your fingers around him. He’s hot and hard in your hand, and you squeeze gently, eliciting a low groan from him.

"God, you’re so beautiful," he whispers, his breath warm against your ear. "So perfect."

Your heart swells at his praise, and you move your hand, stroking him with slow, deliberate movements. He closes his eyes, his head falling back as he revels in the sensation. But you want more, need more. You guide his hand down to your entrance, where your arousal is already slick and ready.

He hesitates for a moment, looking into your eyes as if seeking reassurance. You give him a small, encouraging smile, and he dips one finger inside you. The sensation is intense, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan. He curves his finger, finding that sweet spot inside you, and you feel your body clenching around him.

"Fuck, you’re so wet," he mutters, his voice strained. "So wet for me."

You nod, unable to form words, your focus entirely on the way his finger feels moving inside you. He adds a second finger, spreading you open, stretching you. The pressure builds, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

"James," you gasp, your hips bucking against his fingers. "I want more."

He removes his fingers, only to replace them with his cock. He pushes inside you slowly, inch by agonizing inch. The stretch is delicious, overwhelming, and you grip the sheets beneath you, trying to stay quiet. He pauses when he’s fully sheathed inside you, his eyes locked on yours.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice firm but gentle. "Don’t look away."

You obey, your eyes locked onto his as he positions himself above you. The thin veil of sheets that once shielded you both falls away, exposing your bodies to the powerful heat emanating from James.

As he traps you between his arms, your legs instinctively part wider for him, begging for more. With a smirk, James teases your slick entrance with the head of his throbbing cock, relishing in the sight of your wetness mingling with his own precum. "Beautiful," he whispers lowly before plunging into you once again, claiming you entirely.

James starts to move, thrusting slowly and deliberately. Each stroke of his cock fills you completely, the sensation building and building until it’s almost too much to bear. He watches you intently, his expression a mix of love and raw desire.

"That’s it," he murmurs. "Feel it, baby. Feel how good this is. How good we are together."

His words push you closer to the edge, and you feel the orgasm coiling deep inside you. Your breath comes in short, shallow gasps, and you’re trembling all over. He speeds up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, deeper. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing in tight circles as he fucks you.

"Yes, yes," you whisper, your voice breaking. "Oh God, James, I’m going to come."

"Let go," he urges. "Come for me. Let me see you fall apart."

The command pushes you over the edge, and you cry out softly as the orgasm rips through you. Your body spasms, squeezing him tightly as you ride out the wave of pleasure. He continues to thrust into you, chasing his own release, his breathing ragged.

"I’m close," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "So close."

You reach between you, wrapping your hand around his cock where it meets your entrance, pumping him in time with his thrusts. The added friction sends him spiraling over the edge, and he groans your name as he comes, his seed filling you.

He collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. For a moment, neither of you moves, lost in the afterglow of your combined climaxes. Finally, he lifts himself off you slightly, his eyes still locked on yours.

"You okay?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

You nod, smiling up at him. "Mhmn, thank you baby."

He leans down, kissing you softly, his tongue flicking against yours. The kiss is tender, almost reverent, and it leaves you breathless. As he pulls back, he gives you one last, lingering look before rolling off you and pulling you into his arms.

"Sleep now," he whispers, planting a kiss on your forehead. "We’ll talk later."

You snuggle into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished. The dawn light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

Then you hear it, right outside the hall. "Hey! Where's breakfast?"

It's Laura, you turn to him and chuckle. James sighs, his forehead resting against your shoulder as he mutters, “Guess our peace and quiet's up.”

You chuckle, whispering back, “Think we can get away with pretending we’re still asleep?”

He gives a low, tired laugh, “Tempting. But knowing her, she’ll barge right in.”

Right on cue, Laura’s voice rings louder, impatience growing. “Hellooo? I’m starving in here!”

James groans playfully, rolling his eyes. “Alright, alright! We’re coming!”

You share a small, conspiratorial smile before he plants a quick kiss on your cheek, muttering, “Let’s face the little monster.”

[billskeis]

AH OMG CAN YOU DO FACESITTING WITH 2008 TOM

only if u comfortable wit it tho ☺️

ᡣ𐭩 facesitting w tom

it was a sunny morning, daylight creeping in through the blinds that protected the solace of tom’s bedroom. you and your boyfriend were sleeping in from a long night out, and a long night in. if yk what i mean ;)

shuffling back, your back was met with the heat from what seemed as tom’s own body.

not thinking much of it, you attempt to get more shut eye in before you actually wanted to start your day.

that was until, you felt a pair of hand creep under your shirt. the shirt that tom lended you after a night at the club because you forgot to pack your own. exploring your body, the rough skin of his palms slid up your torso to message your chest.

tits filling in the crevices of tom’s hands, he fondles them roughly as he nuzzles his nose into the crack of your neck, breathing your scent in.

he didn’t take it in that you were awake and just went to town with how he was touching you.

tweaking your nipple between two fingers, he elicited a whimper out of you, “mmph..” doing so, he begins to kiss and lick at your neck, not exactly using enough pressure to leave a mark on you.

“well good morning to you too baby,” you giggled.

he froze, stopping all his movements before smiling into your neck, “mornin’ schatzi,” “you gonna let my tits breathe?” you ask as he quickly resumed to caressing your breasts under his touch leaving you to heave a bit. he shakes his head into your neck as you forcefully shift to face him, stopping all movements of his.

kissing his lips, you smile at him as you begin to get on top of him, propping your body to hover above his on your arms and knees, not yet making contact with his.

as tom’s shirt rose above your ass, this gave tom full leverage to take what’s his, using both his arms, he extends them to kneed your ass cheeks. your head falls a bit lower to almost reach tom’s, your hair draping over your shoulders.

distracting you, a yelp slips out of your mouth as you feel two of his fingers prod your entrance. you were too lazy to put your panties back on after using the bathroom due to how drunk you were, motion and vision hazy and all you yearned for that night was to get in bed. “ah! tom!”

“so wet already.. you’re such a pervert, y/n..” grinding your hips on tom’s fingers, you bite your lips as to not let out any more noises. tom giggles and removes his hands from off your body, placing them at his sides. you whine at the lack of contact and reach down to kiss his lips, “tom..”

“is there something you wanna borrow?” he asks, smirking at you.

your body hot and needy for touch, so early in the morning. and there it was in front of you, all you had to do was make the decision but it’s the way that tom had you so quickly wrapped around his finger that made you frustrated.

body still above his, your brain is all scrambled as to what you truly wanted this morning. you can feel yourself getting all bothered as you arch your back, stomach almost touching tom’s.

“ugh…” you scoff softly,

“what are ya’ gonna do it about it baby?”

“uhhhhh…”

“…”

he doesn’t dare speak a word, relishing in the fact that your slutty body and brain has to make the quick decision of how you wanted to take him, or really, how you wanted him to take you.

“5.”

you gasp at the realization of how long you’d been thinking, “tom shut up!” really, you wanted both, but he wouldn’t allow that unless you give him something in return, and truthfully your body can only take one thing at a time this morning.

“hurry up or i’ll change my mind baby. if you don’t make a move in the next four seconds you’ll get nothing.”

tears begin to well in your eyes, “so mean..” you manage to call out through hiccups. yet through your crying you feel yourself get wetter. with your trembling body and the continuation of tom’s countdown, you finally made your move. “unnnh fine!” you scream at him in frustration.

“4.. 3.. 2.. 1..”

“i—i’m so sorry tom..”

your legs plush down on each side of tom’s head as your cunt lay directly down on tom’s lips. beginning to lap at your slick cunt, you can’t help but whip your head back to look at the ceiling and moan, “finally..” his tongue darts at your entrance as he eats you out in a slow but sensual pace.

his tongue licks at your puffy lips, collecting all the grool that he can, taking it in as if it were water while the rest of it drips down his mouth and chin.

“s-shit tom,” you whine holding his head still as he sucks on your clit, grinding your hips in circles on his face. you don’t even hesitate to ensure that your boyfriend is breathing, because if he could, he would die while eating your pussy out.

unknowingly, tom has one of his hands down his pants, jerking his hard-on off as his opposite hand and arm is latched around your thigh.

momentarily you lift yourself off tom as you felt though the sensations were becoming too much, “fuck baby, you taste so good.. so perfect for me this morning..” using his arm that’s wrapped around you, he pulls you down on his face hard and shakes his head side to side, motioning his tongue to harass your puffy and sensitive clit.

“t-tomi! s’too much!” your head becomes all cloudy with how tom licks at your clit and the way your pussy sounds even wetter from than before, the sound of that and your moans bouncing off the wall.

your thighs shake and tremble as you came, your grip strong onto tom’s dreads as you ride your orgasm out on his face, he moans at the tightness of how you hold his head, even managing to come undone in his own sweats. his come staining the underside of his pants, not deciding to wear any underwear, like you.

attempting to collect all your juices, tom slurps up all he could as he lays his tongue now flat against your cunt to allow you in riding your high out.

you manage to catch your breath as you finally shift your weight off of tom’s face. eyes closed and smiling, as if he were in heaven. tom’s face is completely soaked with your slick and you can’t help but feel embarrassed by how much of a whore you just were.

as you begin to get up to clean up, tom calls out for you, “y/n.” you turn around and are met with tom’s eyes, his fingers pointing to the lower half of his face, motioning something.

“oh! sorry baby..” you begin to kiss your boyfriend warm and soft, as you begin licking his face to clean up your mess. you can’t help but cringe at the weird aftertaste and question how tom indulges in something like this, but you weren’t totally complaining.

placing a final kiss on your lips, you lift tom up off the bed and lead him into the washroom, “let’s get you cleaned up yeah? and work on that.. problem downstairs,” you blurt out as you eye tom’s groin area.

tom had forgotten completely about coming in his own pants and he can’t help but facepalm himself mentally. what am i, a virgin? he questions.

he however cannot feel disappointed in himself anymore the second you close the bathroom door behind him, and begin pulling his pants down, slowly getting down on your knees in front of him, where your body is met with the cold tiled floor.

“oh fuck—”

[secretkinkz]

I'm requesting a father Sukuna and Sukuna's daughter's best friend, Y/N. Sukuna  looks at their thighs, low-cut top, and other things during the day and when Y/N's friend is asleep they go to the kitchen to get something to eat and they notice Sukuna sitting at the kitchen table doing work and Y/N's tries to tease him but it backfires. [PS love your work. Hope you are still writing. Much love!]

A/n: OMG, I can't even tell how long it's been since you requested this. I'm so sorry, I didn't know I even HAD submissions! I've been gone for a while but here, I did my best <3

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P s. Y'all don't think too much Abt the age. Literally. Don't. It might not make sense.

Modern AU

Warnings: Age gap (19/32), broken girl code, spitting, spanking, gagging, choking, hair pulling, male oral and, fem oral.

Enjoy~

So fucking rude, but he's fucking sexy. God, I can't stand him.

You stare at Sukuna from across the room as he stands in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his back turned doing God knows what on his phone.

You were over to see Yuromi, his daughter, your best friend. Well, to be honest. You wanted to see him, you've only known Yuromi for 6 months, yesterday you met her dad.

It was your birthday party, her dad dropped her off and you were introduced to him. He nonchalantly nodded and drove off after telling his 21 year old daughter to be safe.

Yeah, she still lives with her dad, because she was afraid of the real world.

Yuromi had always been spoiled and clearly pampered by her father so she was afraid of leaving the house and he was completely fine with that. He was a single father so he doesn't have a reason to deny her.

But seriously, you were interested in him but Yuromi would be pissed if you actually tried him out. Would she? Then again, she was adopted. Sukuna adopted her when she was 10.

God, you wanted him though. To just fuck him, let him bend you over the counter and go balls deep.

His rough voice saying the most disgusting things that would leave you dripping for him. Fuck.

You had a chance, you often caught Sukuna staring at you. So you wore revealing clothes every time you went over. He would watch your ass whenever you bend over, sometimes you'd part your legs so he could see the lace panties you wore.

You squeeze your legs together just thinking about it.

"Hey, come on. Stop ignoring me.." Yuromi cocked her eyebrows, crossing her arms.

"It's late, sorry I'm tired." I mumbled.

"Shit, it is 1 am. Let's go to bed." She stood up from the couching and stretched.

"I'm going to bed dad, goodnight." She went over and hugged him, his kissed her forehead. "Sleep well." He said, as she smiled.

"Don't overwork yourself."

We went upstairs to her room. "Okay, in the morning we'll go to the concert. God, I can't wait." She squealed, hugging you.

You chuckled, she was excited over a classical show. Beethoven's fur Elise, would be performed.

"Alright, I'll wake you up." You waved as you went into the room next to hers..

It was only an hour later when you got hungry, so you decided to go downstairs.

To your surprise, Sukuna was sitting at the table on his laptop.

You slowed down and stared at him for a moment before going into the kitchen. "Don't mind me." You whispered, grabbing a water bottle instead before moving to the table.

"What do you want?" He asked, picking up his pen. "Nothing..." You lean forward, letting your oversized tank top shift a little.

"You know for someone who's only known me for less than 3 months, you sure are comfortable wearing those clothes around my house." He said coldly, meeting your gaze. You nearly melt seeing his intense glare.

"I'm sorry, I'll dress better." You run lick your lips and watch hima s he writes whatever's on his laptop down. "Do you need anything?"

He growls lowly, clearly becoming frustrated.

"Actually, yes.. I'd like to get to know you. Since, you're my best friend's father."

He removed his glasses and looked up.

"What would you like to know?" He asks, making it noticeable that he wasn't interested.

"What are your hobbies, What do you like to eat, your taste in women-"

"If you're only hanging with my daughter just to get at me, I suggest you stop."

"What? Of course not, I love Yuromi. But.." you rhb your feet against his leg.

"It wouldn't hurt wanting her dad."

Sukuna stared at you as you stood up, moving behind him. You place your hands on his shoulders, brushing your lips against his ear.

"You're playing a dangerous game girl."

"I like to play risky sometimes."

Sukuna gripped your wrist and slammed you against the table, pressing his bulge against your ass. "Let's see how long you'll be willing to."

He kicked your legs apart and lifted your shirt. "No panties? So you're used to quickies huh?"

"No, I barely have sex. Why, are you jealous?"

Sukuna slaps your ass, gripping it firmly. "I'm far too grown to be jealous."

You gasp feeling his cold fingers slip between your lips. His free hand reaching under your shirt and gripping your breast. You bite your lips, surpressing your moans, his fingers curl hitting your sensitive spot.

"Whatever you say. you're moving like we have all day."

"I like to take my time, admire something before I make a mess of it."

Sukuna inserts another finger, spreading them apart. "Don't do that." You whine, bucking your hips. "This?"

He spreads them again, like he was stretching your pussy.

"You're practically riding my fingers right now."

You instantly stop moving your hips. "Perhaps you're out of touch, which is why you're taking years."

He smiles slightly as your insult.

Your eyes widened feeling a hot and burning sensation on your ass again, it doesn't stop as he strikes your ass again and again. "Let's see, if I'm out of touch."

Tear prick the end of your eyes as he rubs the painful area. Fuck it get so good. Sukuna thrusts his fingers into your mouth, gagging you as he thrusts them in and out.

Your eyes roll back as your throat grows hot. You struggle to pull back, Sukuna keeps his fingers buried deep. Not even caring that you were turning red and choking.

Feeling your hips twitch, he withdraws his fingers. You inhale, attempting to catch your breath. He collects the drool on the side of your mouth, using it to coat your nipples. You didn't think Sukuna was fucking Sadistic.

"Get on your knees."

You did as he ordered, leaning against the counter and you sat on your knees. You nearly choked on your salvia seeing his dick, it was fucking huge. You couldn't possibly take that.

The tip of his cock red and forming with precum, it was veiny and long.

"Open." But hearing his raspy voice order you around, that was impossible to reject.

You open your mouth, your hands barely wrapping around his length as you take the head into your mouth.

He grunts, watching you try and take all of it. "Shouldn't be greedy."

You glare at him and pull back, going back down and repeat. You eventually speed up, the sounds of your slurping and gagging on his girth is the only thing heard.

As if he'd grown impatient, he tangled his finger in your hair and began thrusting. Your head hitting the wall as he pins you against it. He growls and leans his head back. "Fuck."

You place your hands on his thigh, fighting the urge to finger yourself to his aggression.

Sukuna holds your head still as he slams his cock down your throat, groaning as if you two were the only ones in the house.

Thank God Yuromi was a heavy sleeper, she didn't even wake up to someone banging on her door.

"Shit, your mouth is pretty useful. I like that, the sound of you choking on my dick. It's better than you shamelessly flirting with me."

He slaps your face a few times, before pulling away.

You swallow his load, coughing slightly.

Sukuna grabbed you by the waist and placed you on the counter, spreading your legs.

He went between your legs, wasting no time to start sucking on your folds.

"Mm." You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch him, biting your lip.

"Yes.." Your eyes flutter, his thumb rubbing your clitoris in circular motions as he spits and smears it. So nasty, and filthy, he didn't care how messy he was, he was slurping your juices and enjoying every moment of it.

"Fuck, Suk-Sukuna... ohhh shit shit!" You squirm, gripping his hair as you arch your back off the counter. "Mm, fuck! Keep going, yes yes!" He speeds up, grabbing your legs and placing them on his shoulders as he pushes your knees against your chest.

"God! Mm fuck, baby!" You whimper, panting heavily as you chase your orgasm.

Your toes curls as your mouth falls open, stomach churning as your orgasm waves over you.

Sukuna pulls away, his tongue running over his lips.

He presses his dick against your entrance.

He hasn't even started fucking you yet and you were already tired and overstimulated. You couldn't even take the small steps, how could you possibly handle him fucking your brains out?

When he did start, you were gripping the edges of the counter moaning loudly as he slammed his hips into your ass.

"Fuckin' tight, shit I could fuck this all night." He groaned, yanking your head back as you clenched your teeth. "Open."

He spat in your mouth, you closed your mouth and swallowed. God, whatever this man would throw at you, you would swallow willingly. He asked so fucking sexy, his dick? Even better, shiitt it was stretching you wide.

You were almost screaming as he slapped your ass and brutally fucked your pussy.

He pulled out and turned you on your back, entering with the same force once again. This time he got a better look at your flushed face as you took his cock.

"You like that?"

"M-mm, I fucking love it!" You cried, your eyes rolling back as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "Good, fucking good."

He tightened the grip he had around your throat, his eyes rolling back S you clenched down on his cock. "S-Shit." He released a guttural moan.

It wasn't long before he took you to his bedroom, you found yourself in a mating press as you had the filthiest kiss ever.

He fought the urge to fill your tight, warm pussy with his seed. He wanted to make you a mother, just so he could see his cum drip from all of your holes.

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A/n: it's 3 am. I need to take my ass to sleep. 😌❤️

[tremendum]

So glad you're back bestie! I just read Personal Lies [it was so so good! Thank you for the tag] and it made me imagine Dark!DBF!Joel sneaking into your room at night to use you.

You're asleep laying on your side, he crosses your arms over your chest and then crosses his own over yours to keep you pinned against him 👀👀

omg hiiiiii thank you bb!!! so happy to be back :') hope ur doing well and thanks for the love <33

also holy shit this has plagued my mind for days since i got this omfg. i got carried away bc this idea is sooo yummy thank you and god bless. i honestly dont know what this is im sorry can be read on its own or as part two to Personal Lies!

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)       word count: 1k  warnings: smut, dark!DBF!Joel, sort-of cnc, somnophilia, age gap (reader is 23+ & Joel is unspecified older), manhandling (Joel holds reader so they can't move), so much dirty talk, pet names - sugar, darling, pretty - degradation, dom!joel & sub reader. creampie.

masterlist Joel fics: Personal Lies i've got headaches... Mr. Miller Series fever landmines

"darlin'," a voice curls in the dark of your bedroom - a deep thrill rolls through you as you shift under the sheets. the lock clicks in its place, as it has several times before, while you stir awake gently.

"Joel?" you call out quietly, schooling the shock from your face in case he can see through the dim moonlight. a hand trails up your leg, catching on the swell of your ass with a squeeze.

you don't even try to fight your sleepy sighs, too warm and comfortable in your bed - the dream you'd been roused from too enticing, delicious, seductive...

something in the back of your mind whispers that he probably would prefer if you were asleep, anyways - it sends a thrill through you. chills cascade over your legs at his touch as he crosses to the other side of the bed; the dip in your mattress sets butterflies through your chest, but you slightly shift to sit up. "Joel, I-"

a hand on the bare of your chest has your voice dying in your throat. "baby, c'mon, your daddy's just in the other room." he purrs, "you gotta stay quiet, now."

you swallow shakily, your heart thundering against the clamminess of your chest. "just keep sleepin' if y'need to sugar. gotta be inside you, though."

his words, his hands - your breathing shudders as your nipples pebble under your lousy tank top. you're throbbing in arousal, your body melting under the rough hands of the man. "Joel-" your voice sounds like a whine as you shift your thighs, his hands coaxing you back onto your side. "please." you whine.

he hums lowly, "shh, baby, be quiet. jus' be good and let me fuck you." sliding your sleep shorts to the side, your back arching with a jolt as two rough fingers part the seam of your cunt, his breath on your neck, body pressed hard to your back.

you think back to the first time - his hands on you, hard, eyes even harder. the look he'd given you when you'd returned from your old college town back to your dad's house for the summer, graduated and proud.

he'd wiped that proud smirk from your face, replaced it with bitten lips and bleary, blissed eyes.

you gasp out as you feel his thick cock, the head prodding between your lips, spreading your slick arousal as he rocks against you. involuntarily, your hips cant towards the edge of your bed, but strong arms grab you and pull you back swiftly.

you bite your lip as he rocks into your folds again, prodding your clit and making you suck in a gasp at the pleasure. "that's it, baby, spread your legs-" his hands grasp at your hip, pulling you back. you part your thighs, gasping as he bites on your neck, "wider."

you let out a breath at his hands, sliding over your frame and pinching a nipple. but then he's in you within seconds and you gasp - his hand clamping over your mouth and pressing, concealing the shuddering gasp from the stretch.

your eyes nearly roll back as his strong arms slink around you, pressing your arms hard into your own chest and snaking around you, pressing you impossibly into him. his scent surrounds you; plagues your sheets, your pillows with pine and amber and beer and him.

you can't move - your arms, held tight against your own chest with his as he starts to pound into you; one of his hands slides up, pressing against you and concealing your whimpers as they leak out of you with every slap of your ass against his hips.

"fuck," he hisses, "lettin' me do whatever I want t'you." he grunts, hot in your ear as you take him, hard and deep. he hits the spot in you that almost has you straining against him, your eyes drooping as sleep laces through you. "pretty little thing, waitin' for me all night with a warm wet cunt and a pretty smile. 's that right?"

he pulls your head to the side to try and see your face; as your eyes have adjusted in the faint moonlight, you can just make out the devastatingly handsome stare, his jaw set and teeth caught on his bottom lip. his eyes are dark pits that swallow you whole as he thrusts into you, lurking with the knowledge that you fell asleep tonight hoping he'd sneak in to take you.

his hand releases your mouth and you suck in a breath, his arms crossing back tightly over you as he edges you closer and closer to your bliss.

"show me that pretty smile." he utters quietly, sternly.

he pounds into you, hand pressing you back as you strain, letting yourself get fucked hard, wondering absently how badly this headboard creaks against the wall.

you smile anyways, staring back at his face, the dark twist of his features. you can see the glint in his eyes as he smirks, "tell me how much you love it."

you gasp, whispering with a heat in your cheeks, legs shaking, "I love it, Joel." your voice is weak, warbling as your smile melts into something more fucked-out, his thrusts sharp and deep.

he bites your neck, a particularly deep stroke into you sending your body careening away, his arms restricting you from moving. "that's right. you love getting fucked by your daddy's best friend."

you swallow, his words melting in your ear, your cunt clenching as you near your high, feeling full to the brim, fighting your hardest to stay quiet.

he always does this - tells you to be quiet, then pushes you, teases you, makes you talk until you're nearly screaming. it's... it's like he wants to get caught.

it's sick, and it coils something in your stomach.

you whimper into your pillow, shutting your eyes tight. his growl echoes into your ear as his hand hand frees your breasts from your arms and top, letting one hand cover them, pressing you tight against him once again.

when he cums, it's hot and sticky inside you, his chest shuddering with a deep groan.

but he doesn't leave; no, he holds you tight against him, letting your exposed breast shiver and peak against the exposed air as he gently rocks his spend back inside you.

"just go back to sleep, darlin'," his voice purrs once again, falsely kind, "you'll wake up when I need more."

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omg i really love this because it’s such a casual and easy thing to do so maybe in the moment bucky just goes for it but immediately he’s noticed how buck has gone stiff and maybe it’s hard to put those dots together so eventually (i always see them having these difficult convos when bucky is cuddling buck late at night and his guard is down) he asks him about it, exactly in the way u said in a very precise and specific way, and buck not only confirms but is relaxed enough to give further details.

i think a part of bucky would def feel bad when he hears it’s about buck’s dad even though he had no way of knowing and buck def does not hold it against him. he definitely would get over it very quickly, i just think in the moment when ur in a vulnerable position and something happens that’s sort of jarring for u it would have a big effect on u

I absolutely agree! I wrote a drabble, although it goes a little bit differently. I think it would be interesting to see them talk about Gale's hard no's when they're cuddling at night and the darkness and each other's closeness make it easier to talk.

Short nsfw drabble below

Bucky is sat up against the headboard, his boxers still on but for little purpose other than decoration because Gale's hand is inside them, feeling him up, pulling at him lazily as they make out in his bed. Gale’s knees bracket Bucky's thighs and his weight traps Bucky with barely any room for left to shift towards Gale's touch. He can still move his arms though, and move he does, running his palms all over Gale’s bare torso, then his thighs, teasing inside the legs of his underwear before sliding them up and to the back to squeeze his ass.

Gale hums into Bucky's mouth. "I'm gonna ride you."

The noise Bucky makes is the most embarrassingly eager sound that has ever left his throat. A shudder of arousal races through his body. He loves it when Gale just tells him like that, without uncertainty. When he lets Bucky anticipate it. With one hand, he cups the back of Gale's head and pulls him into a rough kiss, with the other, he slides Gale's underwear down over the globe of his ass. He runs his hand over the bare skin there in restless excitement, feeling the curve of muscle fit perfectly in his palm, then gives it a firm smack.

Gale goes stiff as a board and stops moving.

His hands withdraw, and he breaks the kiss, pulling his boxers back up and leaning back on his haunches. He holds Bucky's hands away from his body by pushing gently against his wrists.

Bucky’s heart stops for a moment, all his thoughts screaching to a halt. He frowns at Gale and finds him frowning back, confusion mirroring discomfort. Bucky’s cock, so ready to shoot off just a second ago, deflates to half-mast. "What’s wrong?"

Gale’s nostrils flare. His frown doesn’t ease up, but he’s not pulling further away either. Their arms are still frozen stretched out by Gale’s sides, hands brushing each other. "Nothing."

Bucky clicks his tongue. "Don't tell me it's nothing. You went from a hundred to zero in two seconds." He drops his hands to Gale's knees. "You don’t like it when I spank you, do you?"

Gale's face turns red. He averts his gaze to the side. His expression smooths out into careful neutrality. "I don’t."

Bucky moves his hands up to Gale's waist, then wraps his arms around him. He's nervous for a split second, but Gale reacts well. He loops his arms around Bucky's shoulders in turn and leans forward until his face is tucked into Bucky's neck. They're silent for a few minutes. His curiosity is killing Bucky but he tries to resist pushing, because Gale never yields to that.

His patience pays off. Eventually, Gale sits back again and gives him a look. "Thinking about my dad kills the mood."

"Your dad?" Bucky's eyebrows rise. He too, was spanked as a kid a few times. Nothing unusual about that. But that never made him associate the act with his parents.

Gale starts stroking Bucky's chest with his fingertips, drawing his blunt nails over it too, as if trying to distract him, but Bucky's focus has already shifted back to his brain from his groin.

"He expected discipline. And I -" Gale tilts his head back, smiling without any joy in his eyes. "- was a very naughty child."

"I doubt that."

"Dad thought so."

"He also thought feeding you was second to his bets at the pony tracks."

Gale smiles at Bucky sadly, then gives him a kiss. When he pulls back, he presses their foreheads together. "I don’t wanna be punished." He whispers against Bucky's lips with uncharacteristical openness.

Bucky pulls him into a tighter embrace and kisses him back. "Never. Never with me."

His next kiss swallows Gale’s answering sigh of relief.

[mossygirl333]

(apologies if this is sent twice, Tumblr said the first one didn't send)

*pulls up to the drive through window*

Uh, hi 👋

Can I pretty please request an upside-down cake with a jitterbug?

For the yummy Soap MacTavish please 🥰

*presents payment*

AN: Omg I love this and you!! Sorry I haven't been writing recently, life has been wildin ( @cafekitsune for dividers, such a talented woman <3)

Soap MacTavish x f!reader

Bakery Order- Upside-down cake- “don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing.” + Jitterbug- Praise

TW/CW: fluff in the beginning, public sex, praise, some foreplay, a lot of dirty talk, teasing, very very giggly sex

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

Johnny was always a tease. Everyone knew that but you especially. A love tap on the ass, a squeeze of your tits, lovebites lining your body in very noticeable places.

Johnny was a tease. But with that stupid charming grin and boyish eyes, you could never stay mad for long. He was a sweet man, made your knees go out in more than one way.

How could you stay mad?

You sat back in your booth seat, all of them yelling at the screen.

"Ta feckin' muppets! Supposed to get da ball in the goal, swear t'god.." Johnny grumbled, bringing his ale to his lips, shaking his head. England was doing awful tonight and all the men were on the edge of their seats.

"Who d'hell drafted these feckers? The three blind mice?" Simon grumbles, snatching his drink of the counter. Pulling down his surgical mask to take a swig. Hood up, he honestly looked like a sketchy guy. But he wasn't, dry and slightly dark yes, but he was a good guy.

Kyle swings his arm around Johnny, snorting. "We could do better, i'd bet on tha', fuckin' losers."

You shake your head, giggling as the men sit up and yell. Bringing your drink to your lips, staring lovingly at your flushed husband. "it's not that big of a deal luvie.." You mutter.

They sit down, watching the game roll out, shifting slightly closer. The smell of alcohol, oil, and cologne always clung to his skin and clothes, his roughed up hands settling onto your shoulder, strong bicep cradling your head. Those hands defused bombs and saved lives, it was...weird to have them on you.

Nestling your nose into his chest, lips brushing against the side of his peck. He looked down at your fluttering lashes, face growing slightly more flushed and not from the football game. He couldn't exactly care, smiling down at you as he pecked your forehead.

"luv ya Bonnie."

"Luv ya too."

Your hand slid up his thigh under the table, the muscle twitching against your fingertips. He glanced down at your face, God when you looked up at Johnny with those pretty lashes.

Looking so innocent.

But your hands were anything but. Tracing his jeans fly right under the table, just out of sight from everyone else.

His breathing catches in his throat, halfway hard, squeezing his eyes shut to focus. The buzz of the alcohol wasn't helping, the warmth in his gut starting up.

"Excuse mah lads, gotta head to the loo-" He stands up, the others not paying much attention to him as he grabs your hand.

You follow him, walking to the one user bathroom in the corner and pushing you in. You giggle, stumbling back slightly. "What's wrong Johnny?"

"Don' act coy wit me Bonnie, yer arse know exactly wha'yer doin.." He leans in, boxing you in, nipping at your neck.

Your legs felt like jelly, a giggle coming from your chest. Hoisted up onto the sink, he kisses your jaw. peck after peck of his warm lips, moistening your skin. It tickled.

"So pretty f'me..." He catches your mouth in his finally, melting into you. "Taste so feckin' good...could eat you for every meal."

You spread your legs, your panties peeking out from under your dress. "wanna feel you against me..." You sounded breathless, eyes closed as his hands ran over your thighs. Pushing up your skirt. "Inside me..."

His fingers loop your underwear, pulling it down. "I gotcha ya.."

The dim lights making the slick on your pussy glisten, the smell of your heat hitting his nose. He practically groans in your ear. His fingers sliding inside with a pornographic squelch.

You shudder, nearly doubling over as you tuck your face into his broad shoulder. Hiding your moans in his T-shirt as he pumps his fingers in and out. Hitting the gooey spot inside of you.

His hand leaves you, throbbing and full of desire. But he quelled it quickly. His slick covers fingers going into his mouth, the other ripping open the front of his jeans.

You shift, his hands coming down to grab at your fleshy hips, tugging you forward. Hiding his face in your neck, sinking in with a drawn out "fuck.."

Stretching you out, every ridge and vein digging into your clenching walls. Puffs of air leaving your lips, hitching in your chest when he starts to rock. Slowly, then getting faster.

"Where d'ya want me to cum baby?" He huffs in your ear, rutting against you like some bitch in heat. Needing more.

"I- in me..." You whine, fingers digging into his mowhawk, sweat dripping down your back.

"Tha's my girl...my swee' swee' Bonnie.." He goes faster, snapping his hips against yours, his tip nudging against your cervix. Pleasure filled tears glossed your eyes, threatening to spill over as you held on for dear life.

The coil snapped before you even realized it was there. coating his cock in a shiny gloss. Dripping down his pubic hair before he finishes. A shaky moan erupting from his mouth as his fingers dig into you.

Panting together, you lock eyes. Bursting into laughter.

"You slut." You manage to get out through your giggle fest.

"Hey, you love it."

[002yb]

Jaybin who secretly crushes on Roy. Dick almost beats the shit out of Roy when he flirts back (flustering jaybin like the maiden he is!) and oh, he tries so hard to convince himself he’s /not/ jealous, just fulfilling his duty as a protective older brother 👀

This is such a cute little scenario, ahhhhhhhhh!! Thank you for this, anon. Absolutely precious. ♥ Admittedly I'm torn between two situations because like...

1) 'Platonic' Route: Dick completely misunderstanding Jason, assuming his little wing has a crush when really Jason just thinks Dick's friend is cool. Dick unwittingly getting jealous over how Jason's attentions stray to Roy. Conflict because Roy is a great person, but also snippy irritation because Roy isn't letting Jason down at all what the fuck, Harper? Roy being 1200% aware that Dick is a jealous and possessive ass and sort of just being in awe over how oblivious Dick can be.

And omg Roy telling Dick that he's not interested in Jason like that after Dick starts to become a bit too much of a protective brother complex brother. Only then Dick turns around and gets irrationally irritated because why the fuck not? His little wing is cute as fuck and just as capable and wonderful. What's Roy saying, huh? He'd be lucky to have Jason.

2) Crush Route: Where Jason has a genuine crush on his older brother's cool friend. Dick only realizing it when Jason gets uncharacteristically distracted as they're training/sparring. And sure, it's Dick that ends up kicking Jason in the stomach (because Jason forgets Dick is even there - the kid doesn't block or dodge or anything - wholly caught up in watching as Roy passes them by), but it's Dick who feels the brunt of it straight in his gut because oh no. No, no, no.

He'd put the pieces together so fast his own thoughts would be reeling. It's the blush high on Jason's cheeks that gives it away. And it would only get worse as Roy startles at what happened, jogging across the gym to check in on their new Robin while teasing Dick about not being so rough on the kid, come on Grayson. You okay, Jaybird?

Then Dick would just exist on the fringes as Roy checks on Jason. As Jason's expression shifts through the full range of human emotions before settling on something so uncharacteristically timid (and sweet and sheepish and boyish and who the fuck is this?) As Jason smiles (and again - it's different and leaves Dick feeling a little unsteady).

Obviously there are two ways that he can handle this. 1) Be supportive. 2) Be petty.

Roy tells him not to worry about it. It's a puppy crush - it'll pass. Dick doesn't know about that. Roy's kind of amazing, doesn't he know? Which would almost take Roy out at the knees if only Dick wasn't so grumpy while saying it. Petulant as Dick is about the matter, the compliment is genuine though and Roy just rolls his eyes because Dick is being highkey dramatic.

Needless to say, pettiness wins out. Only Dick isn't even aware that it wins - it's just what happens. Or rather, possessive jealous feelings happen. Which Roy again rolls his eyes at because Jason might have a puppy crush, but what about Dick? Being kind of intense there, Grayson.

To which Dick defends himself by claiming to be being a big brother. And Roy laughs because yeah, sure thing brother dear.

Then like - just a bunch of Dick running interference where it isn't needed. Roy having the patience of a saint because like Jason he's been charmed by the demon night terror that is Dick Grayson. Jason playing at being irritated at Dick's change in behavior but really? He doesn't mind all of Dick's sudden attention because it's not only Roy Jason is crushing on. Which Roy is very aware of and Dick is just - not.

Which leads to even more shenanigans of these three falling into a relationship together somehow and it's wonderful.

Personally vibing with a true poly situation but like, DickRoy sharing Jason without having a big thing between them themselves is also cute.

[imthetunnelunderoceanblvd]

Heyyy, if rq are open would you be ok w noncon predator/prey recoms (ur choice) x human reader? I love how filthy ur piss kink piece was, goddamn!!!

Na'vi instincts are hard to ignore and the urge to chase and claim such a little human is hard to ignore, even if said human is more than against it <3

omg yes. ur like so smart omg ty for requesting 🫶. i also have a full non-con. fic for quaritch x navi!reader, here’s the link if you want to read it. i wanted to write for other characters too but i just dont have enough time n i was running out of ideas 😭 ily tho. it took me some time to start it cuz i was dealing with my studies so yes. hope u like it 💟

rape/non-con. with the recoms.

1. quaritch x human!fem!reader. (778 words) 2. lyle x human!fem!reader.(774 words)

warnings: rape/non-con., p in v sex, smut, slight dirty talking, heat cycle, somnophilia, spit kink, breeding kink, blood, cheating? but not really?, idk i suck at warnings lol.

quaritch

he first noticed you when you were walking around bridgehead, wearing your white lab coat, he never paid you any mind at first, but later when his heat cycle started, he knew he had to own you, to breed you, make you his. you were so tiny compared to him, he could easily break your bones, and that excited him, made a bulge form in his cammies, he tried to you into letting him fuck you, bend you over his desk as he fucks his seed into you but to no avail.

so he decided to show up into your room in the middle of the night, you were asleep, eyes closed, every muscle in your body resting, he groaned at the sight of you, legs wrapped around your blanket, white panties covering the soft flesh of your round ass, he was quick to flip you to your back, the mattress sinking underneath you where his knees dug, his hand messaging your clothes cunt, stroking your clit, as yor cunt got wetter and wetter. his hand left the little bud and moved your underwear to the side exposing your cunt to him glistening with slick, his hand went to his lips, spit from his mouth perfectly landing on his palm, the other hand unzipping his pants and freeing his cock from his boxers, he quickly wrapped his hand around his shaft lubricating his dick, he didn’t even bother preparing you as he moved closer, the bulbous head running between your flods collecting your juices then he positioned the head of his dick towards the tiny hole, pushing all the way in stopping to let out a loud groan at the tightness.

your body shifted and your nose crinkled, what woke you up was not the blood that was flooding, covering quaritch’s dick and your bed sheets, no. it was the burn of the stretchung that woke you up, you tried to scream but his hand was quick to cover your mouth, cold and rough aginst your lips, you squirmed trying to get him out of you, but he pulled himself all the way out to the very tip then pushing back in, your eyes widened at the brutal thrust, tears started to cloud your vision, his hand went to your shift pulled it all the way up exposing your tits and he bent all the way down to shower your warm doughy like tits with kisses, licking at your nipples before taking one in his mouth, kneading your soft tits with his hand, he found pleasure in exploring every inch of your body, he started thrusting at a brutal pace, earning whimpers from you.

he started thrusting at a differest angle your back started to arch when the tip of his head touched your g-spot, and it wasn’t long before he knew which spots would make you go insane and make you cum. he removed his mouth from your nipple and looked at your face his hand left your mouth and wrapped around your neck, squeezing slightly, his other hand pinching your waist. his face got closer to yours, trying to seal your lips with his but you moved your head to the side, which clearly, pissed him off, so he started thrusting faster and deeper into you, ripping your insides in half as he spat on your cheek, tears started rolling down the sides of your face all while he was grunting and hissing like an animal “f-fuck you like that don’t you? fuckin’ slut,” the words left his mouth going to your core, making you wetter you shouldn’t like it, but you did. his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier every time his dick was pulled and stabbed back into you like a knife. he stopped mid way, “you gon’ take it all, right, pet?” you could only shake your head and let out sobs and whimpers while his dick was pulsating inside you then he came with a loud groan.

you felt a very exruciating feeling when he pulled out, cum mixed with blood dripping from your over stretched hole as he got up and zipped his pants up, giving you a final look before leaving “you tell nyone ’bout this ‘nd i’m goin’ to rip your face apart, did i make myself clear?” you opened your mouth - but no words were forming it felt as if your tongur was tied but you let out a weak sob though, which pleased him “guess i’ll see ya around, sweetheart,” he came to your side, planting a kiss on your hair line “have a goodnight, angel.” he said and left your room going back to his.

lyle (this one kinda sucks cuz i was sleepy when i wrote it lol)

he did pay you a mind, always thought how pretty and cute you were, he just wanted to scoop you up in his arms, you were just so sweet, so nice, so bashful. he had to own you, make you his.. even though he knew he knew that you have a partner, a family. you have everything he doesn’t and that excited him. so, one rainy night when he spotted you in the lab checking on avatars in the tanks he knew that was his only chance to make you his, confess his feelings for you, but when you rejected him... it was as if something snapped in him, someone too over his body as he pushed you to a nearby table, pinning your much smaller hands to the table as his mouth started assaulting your neck sucking and kissing at the sweet skin, you started wiggling your toes and your high heels dropped to the ground and you started kicking him to get him off of you, you let out a loud gasp when you felt him pulling your skirt all the way down to your knees and his hand found its place inside your underwear.

your body responded to his touches when you felt heat pooling between your thighs and he withdrawed his hand from your cunt and took a deep sniff groaning before he undid the button and unzipped his cargos and pulled down his boxers, he movied closer and grabbed his dick, slapping it on your clit as you tried to hold back your moans but you failed when you felt him push his dick all the way in and you tightened your walls around him in discomfort and he groaned. he gave you some time before his thrusts started, your feet kept kicking at his torso but it didn’t seem to affect him judging by the way he groaned, he wrapped his hand around your ankle and lifted your foot up to his face planting a kiss on your sole before throwing your foot to his shoulder as he slammed his cock into the tight enterance of his your swollen cunt. you felt the cock enter it without a struggle and there was nothing he could do, you were complete helpless as you closed your eyes letting your tears fall down your face as the light made the trail of tears glow “please stop... let me go,” you said and he closed his eyes and prated his lips while he slowly slid his cock into you, his thumb found your clit and pressed down on the little bud of nevrves before he started moving it around in circular motions.

it made stars from the sky cut through your nerves and made your eyes roll into the back of your head, his cock abusing every spot that made your back arch his hand left your wrists and went to the bulge in your belly placing his palm down on it and groaning, both your hands started clawing at his to get his thumb off of your clit and once again you failed, you were shoked, frozen. you couldn’t speak. couldn’t form a single word it felt too good for both of you, even if it was forced, you felt a knot form in your belly as his thrusts got faster and faster which alarmed you and you shook your head.

“please no, don’t not here, please,”

“you’re goin’ to love it, baby, gonna pump my cum deep and nice inside you and you’re going to take it cause you’re a good girl, right? my good girl.” you shook your head once more and slapped your arm on your mouth and bit down screaming into your arm as he kept hitting that sweet spot inside you at a brutal pace while his balls were slapping on your ass.

lyle’s eager thrusts became faster and faster, pinchinv your waist. he was muttering words you didn’t care to listen to, words you didn’t want to listen to. he took a peek at your bare cynt before looking to look at you and continuing with his brutal thrusts.

you threw your head back against the desk, defeated. a tear ran down his face as you bit down on your arm to keep from muttering small pleas or involuntary moans that you were sure would turn him on more. his dick started to pulsate inside you.

and then, that recognizable slimy, burning liquid filled you up, pumping out every drop of lyles cum, and then he pulled it out, not caring about the semen spilling out of your hole and dripping onto the desk.

likes reblogs n comments r like soooo loved (they make me happy) (pls comment 😟)

@tieflingteeth

[kny-agere]

hi! do you think you could please write a little muichiro and caregiver genya drabble? i cant think of anything super specific, so maybe mui is crying and genya comforts him? whatever you think fits, yk? id love to see what u come up with! :)

feel free to get to this whenever! or if u dont feel like writing it, thats ok too! your work is truly amazing!! :3 /gen

Thank youuu omg!! you are so sweet ily :) Hope uou enjoy this

★彡☆彡★彡

Genya, as much as he wanted to love all aspects of Muichiro, struggled to care for the boy. He felt too awkward, often fumbling with simple tasks like cradling Tokito or laying him down to rest. After so many years of being in Demon Slayer the gentler parts of himself had been left behind. While he tried to insist that someone else could do a better job, one of the hashira or even Tanjiro, he was rebuffed. Muichiro insisted that he trusted Genya to do this.

The compromise was that the older man could sit and watch while Tokito played by himself. On some days if he felt particularly confident he would approach him softly and offer a bit more attention. Genya always felt flustered in a way that was unfamiliar to his unusual anxiety. Though he was generally softer than before, when regressed Tokito got even more gentle. He felt like he was too harsh for any of that.

But watching him was still nice. Muichiro smiled a lot more now. His movements weren’t strung with the usual gracefulness of a hashira.

Today he seemed a little tired maybe. Genya thought it was hard to tell. He thought about asking the boy several times, pushing himself back each time. Just sitting on the couch felt too awkward now.

When Tokito rebuilt and knocked down the same tower for the third time in a row Genya finally moved forward. He was hesitant still, and stopped a few feet away. “Are you doin’ ok? You seem, ah- tired.” The man cringes when his voice sounds so rough. He can’t manage a softer tone even if he tried.

“ ‘m fine.” Muichiro’s words are clipped and short. He says it in a very much not fine tone. When Genya tries to view him Tokito shifts subtly.

“Well I can talk if you want…”

“I don’t want to.” Tokito sounded almost as harsh as he had when he was stricken with amnesia. It was a stark shift from his current typical attitude.

After his mouth opened and shut a few times Genya tool a knee next to his friend. He’s still faced with Muichiro’s back. It’s a bit of an awkward pause while he searches for any words to say.

Apparently he takes too long to gather a response. Muichiro tosses the block across the room, where it leaves a large crack in the wall. “Go away!” He still refuses to turn around at all. Fists slam into the ground several times.

The older man is still frozen. Mouth half open he settles back onto his ass. When Tokito lets out another angry grunt Genya is prompted to move. Muichiro allows him to draw close and settle a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Hey I’m sorry. Are you ok?”

Angry tears come out from the corner of his eyes. The beautiful teal irises are surrounded by a slight red tinge. “I’m sorry too. I-I didn’t mean ta yell.” He still can’t manage to look the other man in the eye.

“Oh well, it’s fine I guess.”

He lets out a weird little mewl, something that’s not quite a sob. “Can I please-“ Tokito reaches for Genya. As soon as he leans towards the older man warm arms wrap around him.

Genya pets his hair awkwardly, grimacing whenever his fingers get interrupted by a small tangle. “S-sorry, um, what’s wrong?”

Another sniffle. “It’s stupid.”

“I don’t care- or I mean that it’s probably not stupid.”

Muichiro looks at the floor. He leans against the man’s chest and tries to stabilize his breathing. “I just, um, I wish you would take care of me more. But you said you didn’t want that, so it’s fine. It’s not your problem to deal with.” He keeps scrubbing at his eyes until the insides are sore.

“I don’t mind it.” His answer is a bit surprising. “But I’m not very good at this kinda sh- stuff, y’know?” Is it appropriate to swear? Muichiro does often, but not in this state. “You could probably find someone better.”

Tokito lets out another frustrated huff. “Stop saying things like that! I told you I don’t care. I jus’ like being with you.” He tugs at Genya’s shirt while also trying to curl in closer.

“Right, sorry.” The older man is still stuck doing the repetitive motions through his hair. “Maybe I can try, uh- sittin’ closer or something. I dunno it’s whatever.”

“You don’t have to.” Tokito wilts like he’s forced Genya into this. “I didn’t mean ta cry. It’s fine.”

“I want to, ok? I like being there for you.” Muichuro’s been alone for far too long. He doesn’t know if the boy is bothered by it, but it still makes Genya happy to see him with company. Little fingers worm closer to his sides.

“Thank you.”

[tinyidle]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

hongjoong heard someone scream thinking it was them barking and

barked

back

man even said he liked that 😭😭

joong if you need a dog-

286 notes - Posted January 29, 2022

#4

officehusband! mingi treating his needy pregnant wife

hear me out cuz i had this in my head for a week but it finally wants to fully come out in an imagine format

(nsfw ahead; warning: pregnancy s*x)

you are in the middle of your term with your child, and you look rather big. not fat, but round in your stomach because of the life you're carrying. you usually would be working but are on maternity leave for your mental health, meaning your husband and partner and long-life friend mingi would be taking extra shifts here and there in the office for some extra "baby cash", despite you guys getting a lot from the baby shower.

one day you were in heat that you couldn't fix since your stomach was too big. you waited until mingi came home at 7 (which is rather early since he takes extra shift hours on fridays) to tell him what you need. he confesses that he went home early because of the same thing.

and here you are now. his arm around your stomach which he spooned you from behind, thrusting his lengthy cock at a languid yet sensual pace, frequently alternating between kissing your cheekbone and your shoulder. all while you just moan and take it, feeling sensitive. and when he angles just right and you start feeling stars, you cum on the spot, clenching onto him dangerously. he carefully pulls out before instantly cumming on your inner thigh.

being a gentleman, of course he helps put you and he in a romantic bubble bath, making sure to wash you with care. dries you with a fluffy towel, dresses you in a different pair of maternity pjs while wears an undershirt and some boxers, and lays you down on the bed with a kiss. he'd probably kiss you to sleep while thanking you for being his life long partner and mother to his growing child, all while you smile yourself to sleep.

... im in love with this office look on mingi omg

tag: @rap1inewhore

386 notes - Posted April 30, 2022

#3

i want jongho to fuck me so hard i scream and cry but that's impossible and unfair

it only is if you dont ask him before.

imagine this (nsfw ahead; detailed desc themes of bdsm- the dominance, submissiveness, masochism parts; mentions of marking, dacriphyllia, breeding and heavy trust. remember boundaries in anything bdsm and heavy kink-related!)

he never wants to inflict actual pain unless you beg him and show that you trust him. and this will take months to about a year or two of being together.

when he's realized that you won't let up, and that you trust him with your body, jongho'd give you a loving kiss and immediately give you a shared safe word. 'shared' because if he feels like he's hurting you or wants to stop himself he'll blurt it out.

after you nodded in agreement, he would instantly smile and kiss you with more fervor, more roughness. little did you know that this was a mere taste of what was yet to come.

you almost regret your decision tbh. he still gave you chances to rest or stop completely, but each time you insisted on continuing. and with each permissive head motion or vocal hum he'd go harder than before.

before the actual sex happened, your neck, thighs and ass were decorated in medium-dark red marks; not hard to recover from but felt warm to the touch. your cunt was constantly gushing out it's own lubricant after it's had orgasm after orgasm from jongho's skilled lips and tongue, your clit and outer lips feeling slightly sensitive and a small throbbing sting.

finally inside, he goes hard on you. face down, ass up and gripped hard by his huge hands. he pounds into you so hard that tears are forced out of your ducts. you're screaming "jongho! JJONG, FUCK!" before sobbing from your cervix being repeatedly being rammed against.

jongho would pull out of you before turning you around and lifting your legs to your chest; head if you're flexible enough. he feels your legs shaking yet he orders you to hold them while he pushes he still hard length in your now reddened core, yourself somehow clenching unto him although you're visibly tired. apparently your libido isnt.

he doesnt gain a steady rhythm before you cry out in pleasure and pain and slight fatigue. jongho would probably look at your teared-stained cheeks before kissing your entire face and lightly biting your cheeks and nose, a huge contrast from him destroying your lower half.

when he comes inside you, you might as well consider yourself pregnant with how much he unloaded in you. you worked him up so much throughout the past months/two years of dating that all his pent-up sexual frustration emptied inside of you. when he pulls out of you, he acts like his usual caring self, scared of breaking you as you appeared to be in deep subspace.

but you never felt better. yes your core almost felt like it was on fire, leaking your boyfriend's seed; your legs felt nearly numb; and you couldnt stop mumbling and babbling 'daddy' and 'so much'; but once jongho gently lifted you up and gave you a quick, warm bath with him and helped you put on pjs and put on your favorite movie, you slowly got out of your heavy subspace.

"you did so well," jongho praised. he'd rub your shoulders while pulling up your leg and arm sleeves to rub aloe vera on your bruises to ensure that they heal fast. you'd smile and gave him a lazy kiss before falling into a deep sleep.

depending on how high your pain tolerance is you guys might do this type of sex every time you guys get that intimate with each other

389 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

#2

Why do I have this nagging thought that Seonghwa would be into CNC?

I feel he would love the feeling of just taking someone and using them for his pleasure.

You would wear a ring or a necklace to indicate when a scene can occur.

How do you think he would it?

now we're getting somewhere !

i remember saying that i dont mind dabbling into cnc (especially since a lot of writers dont know how or dont want to do it), and now i finally get my chance to write about it

i wrote a mini fic for this but it got deleted because of me closing too many tabs so maybe later ill put this in a something im working on

anywho- (nsfw; warning: rough s*x, consenual non-consensual, implications of heavy trust) [make sure that with anything bdsm or harsh kink-related that you guys know boundaries !!]

he would be so caring when you agreed to his dirty little depravity of a kink. the thought of him using you however he wanted made you want him to take you all the time, soon causing you to wear the necklace he gave you nearly every day. it's only when you looked the most relaxed when he went in front of you and pushed your face to his growing buldge when you realized what he meant by "being his cockslut".

fucking your face until you can barely breathe through your nose, slapping every inch of skin til you had hand streaks all over, fingering you until you pushed his hand away twice.

and when he pushes his fat, hardened length into your abused cunt, you'd scream a voiceless scream; pleasurable pain coursing through your thighs and core. and no way would he stop until he's cum at least twice. that means you cum about five times over and over.

he knows you could've taken off your necklace to indicate that you wanted to simply rest, to breathe out the safe word when it got too much, to dodge his actions before they even started. yet you stayed and took all he had to offer you because you matched his sex drive at the moment.

at the end he'd treat you so well and massage your shaky legs, mouth sucking on your boobs the way you liked, and giving you constant praises of how good you are to him.

omg

439 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Swim!teez Being Cocky During Sex

i had a pm sent to me about the pics i sent about ateez swimming. since im not good at summarizing what they said, ill paraphrase it the best way i can here:

[all of ateez are crazy] omg I feel like this feeds into this I have that they are all a bit cocky (in a hot way), especially during sex and I'd love to hear your thoughts on that

so here i am, going to do just that. leggo~

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tags: @rap1inewhore , @thequarries

WARNING: descriptive smut, based off irl, cockiness (ofc), c*ck lol (penetrative sex), swim!teez (6/8 of the members), fem reader, dom!ateez, sub!reader, fiction ofc

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seonghwa - cocky tease

my boy before sending these swim pics said he wore a swim shirt, but after he sent them said he was teasing atiny. this to me confirms that hwa is just like that in the sheets. holding your hips down as his long-ass tongue swirls around your breasts and inner thighs, refusing to touch you where you need him until he sees that you're on the verge of tears. same thing when he fucks your breasts and thighs, tapping his head on your clit while leaving you squirming. but once his tongue or cock enters your cavern, prepare to be shuddering from the immense amount of pleasure as he takes you to cloud nine about nine times.

yunho - cockiness that is small yet powerful

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724 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

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