#the little gasping sharp inhale is so on point

[alluralater]

ha… why do i sound like im crying when i’m cumming and cumming when i’m crying? someone got somethin mixed up. like no no don’t fix it but… damn

[wanderingsoul6261]

In The End

Credit for gif goes to cinevettel

James Beaufort x Reader

synopsis: Reader loses her virginity to James. She says something unexpected, and he suddenly avoids her. It's not until the Victorian dance that mistakes are realizes and amends are made.

Warning: MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT 18+ theme in the beginning. Sexual content below the cut.

Heavy breathing filled the room along with quiet whimpers and low groans. Y/N hands clenched the bed sheets, her back arching as James made quick work of his tongue. One hand settled upon her stomach while the other thrusted two fingers into her pussy. His lips and tongue were attached to her clit, sucking and flicking, devouring her like he was a man starved. And boy was he starved.

His eyes peered up at Y/N. James listened as she started to breathe heavily, closing his eyes has her hands flew to the back of his head, holding him steady. She was getting close. He could tell.

It didn't take him long to get her to this point. She was weak. Sensitive. It was her first time and he want to take his time going over every little quirk about her. He wanted her to be nothing but putty in his hands by the time that they were done.

"That's it, love. Breathe." He said loud enough for her to hear, before latching his lips back onto her clit. James pulled his face away again, watching as his fingers continued to disappear inside of her. He let out a groan at the sight. "Oh, you are so beautiful." His cock strained painfully against his boxers, and on instinct, he rutted his hips against the bed. He let his head fall, the movement of his hand faltering slightly before he continued, trying to hold back on getting himself off on the bed. He wanted it to happen in her. If she'd allow it.

"James- fuck" Y/N took in a sharp inhale of breath, a whimper escaping her. "I need you-" another gasp. "Please." James pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing it harshly and he continued to thrust his fingers inside. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, leaning forward and pressing his lips to her shoulder. Her arms came up around his shoulders as his lips slowly trailed up along her shoulders and up her neck, to the pulse point right behind her ear. He grinned when he felt her clench around his fingers, not sure how much longer he can wait himself.

"Just give me one, sweetheart. And then I'll give you anything you want." James murmured quietly. He lifted his head to look her in her eyes. "I just ask for one thing." She let out a whimper, as if telling him to say what he wanted to. "Look at me when you cum around my fingers."

If she wasn't already a puddle, she was then. It only took a few more thrusts of his fingers and she was coming. As he had asked, she looked him in his eyes as her body trembled, although her eyes did roll to the back of her head from the pleasure of the orgasm. Pleasure overwhelmed her and James thrusted his fingers inside her through said orgasm, cooing softly at her.

"That's it, love. Such a good girl. You did amazing." He moved down her body, pressing his tongue to her pussy, cleaning up the mess she had made. A quiet groan left his body as he lapped up her juices, before moving back up her body and pressing a kiss to her lips.

Y/N reached her hands down, moving his boxers down his thighs, letting him kick it off the rest of the way. He leaned over to grab a condom from his wallet when she stopped him.

"I'm on birth control." she shrugged. "It's helps with the painful periods." And just like that, James was ten times more aroused. He leaned down and captured her lips into a searing kiss, positioning himself.

Pulling away from the kiss, James looked down at Y/N, waiting for her. When she made eye contact with him and nodded, their following actions were sealed.

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"I love you, James."

Y/N felt stupid. Why did she say it? Sure, James and she have been seeing each other for a little bit now, and it might have felt right in that moment to say it. However, she wasn't sure anymore.

And why was that?

James has been avoiding her. And what else was she to think? Was it the sex? Was it that bad? Did he not like it? Or her? No, that couldn't have been it. It didn't make sense.

What did make sense, was what she said as the two reached orgasm, one right after the other.

She should have made sure he was ready, so she knew for a fact that this was her fault. But how could she fix it?

She had already tried to talk to him several times the first day back to classes that week. And each time she had been avoided. He brushed past her, avoiding all eye contact. She had even tried grabbing his wrist or bicep to get him to stop. But each time, he pulled away from her grasp, continuing on away from her. Y/N was left alone in the middle of the hallway, watching his back as he disappeared from sight, wondering what she could do this fix this. Her face, crestfallen, as he didn't even send a look back at her over his shoulder. And people were starting to talk. What happened to the most popular couple of Maxton Hall?

And that's how the following weeks went on. All the way to the Victorian dance, she had been ignored, but as being part of the planning committee, there was no way she could get out attending it. And she has tried.

And so here she stood, next to Ruby Bell as a small group of them talked. She swirled the champagne in her glass, looking down at it sullenly, her heart aching. Y/N was hoping that today, her and James could have danced. Oh, how wrong she was.

It was only minutes later when Ruby started to nudge Y/N, motioning down towards the ground floor. And she almost dropped her glass at the sight of him standing down there. James Mortimer Beaufort. Wearing a suit that was not quite Victorian Style, but a suit, nonetheless. And as he stared at her, he looked completely and utterly mesmerized.

She gave her glass to Ruby to pass off to some other person, making her way down to him. Why was she allowing her feet to cover her to him. He had been ignoring and avoiding her as if her life depending on it.

Y/N hesitated for a moment. Why was she giving in so easily to him after what he had done?

Because it was an easy answer. She still loved him. But she was pissed.

Y/N came to stand in front of James, and without a second to waste, she slapped him. The crack resounded through the room, catching many nearby by surprise.

He stood in silence, slowly looking back at her.

"You deserve that." Y/N huffed. He nodded.

"Agreed. I did in fact deserve that." Her resolve softened subtly, seeing the guilt and regret in his eyes.

"Then why?" she asked.

"I was scared." He said simply, as if it was some normal answer to what happened.

"Scared of what, James?" she asked. James was silent for several moments.

"Love. You told me you loved me, and I got scared because I've never heard it truthfully. Not unless it was from my mother, and I panicked because I didn't think you could actually love someone like me. So, I did what I thought was best for myself in that moment and that was to avoid you. Over time though, I realized it wasn't best for either of us, because it didn't address things fully."

"Love someone like you- James. I absolutely adore you. I love you because of who you are. Not the James you pretend to be for everyone else. But the you that you become when it's just us." Y/N explained, her hands coming up to rest on his face. "Do I need to say it again for you to believe it?" she asked, noticing the few tears the slipped down his cheeks and quickly brushing them away. He gave her a tiny nod.

"I love you, James Mortimer Beaufort."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

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[lovegasmic]

⋆ CUCKOLDING ft. Welt and Gallagher

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 cw. f!reader, pet names ( angel, princess ) manhandling, unprotected sx.

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how did this even happen? Welt was not sure.

a bit too many drinks and what seemed more like a threesome invitation, quickly turned into his cute, sweet, angel girlfriend getting rawdogged by the buff bartender, while all your boyfriend could do was watch with eyeglasses slipping down the sweaty bridge of his nose, cheeks blushed and the fat length of his cock heavy on his palm.

“feels good, princess?” Gallagher’s gruff voice was heard through the room, barely a whisper compared to the slick sound of your cunt sliding up and down his cock, his tone slightly mocking due to the way you seem unable to form a coherent though, only babbling a slurred version of the bartender’s name. he doesn’t need you to speak though, the way your slick walls convulse around his tip is almost enough response.

pushing the main situation aside, Gallagher remained as polite as ever, “hey, Mr. Yang, is your girl this easy to get fucked stupid?”

fuck him, is what Welt won’t say out loud, a bit too dizzy, a bit too awestruck by the chance to admire from another angle how beautiful you looked getting used, getting filled with another cock that wasn’t your boyfriend’s, “yeah...” is what he says, sharp and straight to the point, perhaps a bit stupid as well, similar to your position as his thumb slides across his drooling cockhead.

“hm” Gallagher hums in amusement, sliding his hands from your hips to your soft ass and spreading you wider, and the sound of a sharp inhale is still blurred unsure if it came from you or your boyfriend, “pretty little thing, going so silly on a stranger’s cock” is what he says next, barely giving you a second to squeak in protest before he’s slamming into you from below, so hard and fast his balls resonate against your soft skin, guiding the tip of his cock straight into your g-spot until you’re creaming and gushing.

and Welt feels like he’s about to pass out, or cum embarrassingly soon from the mere sight of your trembling, cute body doing its best effort at taking such massive cock, mind swimming in your moans, in your gasps and screams of desperate pleasure, have you ever sounded as gorgeous before? you most definitely did, but this new point of view was wonderful, inspiring even, luring Welt into an intense orgasm that syncs with your cumming all over the bartender’s lap and drops splattering on the floor.

[tragedybunny]

Moon Blood - Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW, TW: Period Sex

I know it's been done before, but it's the most delicious notion.

Reader awakes one morning to find themselves menstruating. Astarion has a plan to help them clean up.

It starts when you wake that early afternoon, your body’s way of celebrating its liberation from the tadpole apparently. Two days out from the near cataclysm and you woke to  the uncomfortable warmth of blood spattering your thighs. Early, an annoyance. Beside you, Astarion dozes peacefully, sleeping what little he needs to, arm wrapped tightly around you as though you could vanish if it weren’t. You’d been doing what you could to help the city, but after everything that had happened, he was your main priority. Perhaps that was selfish but didn’t you and him deserve a little selfishness? 

Across the room you eye the wash basin, so close but so far with your love’s death grip on you. Delicately, you try to move him, enough to slip out, but not wake him. Pushing his arm down only causes him to hold tighter and you push again, a little harder. “But Darling,” he murmurs and wraps both arms around you, to drag you close. At this rate you were going to ruin the bed in the room you’d very kindly been given. 

“Astarion,” you whisper and shake him, frustration growing. 

There’s a little pang of guilt when his eyes slowly open, you do hate to wake him when he actually sleeps. “Is something wrong, Love,” he asks sleepily. 

Unguarded and disheveled, he’s incredibly alluring, more so because you’re the only person in the world to see him like this. For a moment you forget to answer as your body fills with an ache for him, heightened by your current state. “Uh, no, I’m, I just need to get up.” 

Eyes widen, suddenly alert, and he sits up, inhaling sharply. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s…,” why is this so embarrassing, it’s perfectly natural, “it’s moon blood.” 

The look on his face shifts from concern to hunger. “Moon blood,” he repeats, glancing down to your red stained thighs, tongue idly licking his fangs.  

Warmth travels across your skin and you know it's turning a bright shade of red, the insinuation you think you hear in his tone makes you shiver. “Y-yes, love, and I need to clean it up,” he can’t really be thinking that. 

“Perish the thought my Darling,” you swallow thickly. "That would be such a terrible waste." The way he hovers over you gives you a sense of being prey and you almost whimper out loud. Reaching out, he tilts your head up, capturing you in a deep kiss, and then whispering in your ear. "Allow me." 

The thought is intoxicating even as it feels forbidden. Your mouth is too dry and your voice doesn't work. "I…," you only manage a breathy gasp after that. 

"I need you to use your words, sweet girl, and tell me that's what you want," he speaks against your ear, nipping the pointed tip of it. 

Still holding your chin, he forces you to look him in the eyes. "I-I want you to clean me up." He smiles devilishly and gestures for you to continue. Your startled mind takes a minute to realize what he wants. "Please."

"Good girl," you quiver at the words. 

With gentle firmness his hands push your shoulders back toward the mattress, before tossing the discarded blanket to the floor. "Spread your legs," he commands, encouraging you with an insistent grip on your thighs. "Gorgeous," he exhales at the sight of you. 

Kneeling between your legs, he captures your lips again, and then begins to kiss down your body, firmly pining your hands back down when you reach for him. The message is clear, you've surrendered control to him. Little nipping kisses are planted from your neck to your abdomen, special attention is lavished on your now overly sensitive nipples. You fight to keep your hands at your sides as he trails his tongue over one before you feel the sharp bite of one of his fangs. Your hips buck and you whine. "Please."

"Patience my Love." The torture continues on your other nipple until you're writhing. Only then does he resume his path, pausing just before reaching your eager sex. 

"Hmm," he torments you, "so much to savor."

He licks a wide swath over one of your crimson painted thighs and sighs. "Astarion," you whine, mad with need. 

Ignoring you, he takes his time cleaning up your thighs, savoring the taste. Working his way closer and closer to where you want him the most, only to pull away and start on the other. Groaning, you frustratedly slap the mattress. "Girls who can't behave themselves don't get my help," he teases and you quiet. 

The first swipe of his tongue against your cunt brings a moan to your lips. The euphoria has just begun though. Slow, languid licks explore you, tasting the blood and slick of your arousal, lavishing every inch of you. Astarion groans against you. "You're delectable my Darling," his words are punctuated by his tongue penetrating you, leaving you mewling. 

Two fingers start to caress your sensitive bud as his tongue continues to torture you, pushing as deep as he can. His own little noises of pleasure join yours as he devours you, lapping and sucking until you're desperately writhing against his face. "Astarion, I need t-," your words are lost as his mouth moves to your clit, taking it between his teeth and sucking. 

"Come for me my sweet," he commands, fingers entering you and moving with the perfect rhythm to set everyone of your nerves on fire. With his divine attentions you don't last long, crying his name as you see stars. 

He isn't done though. Before you can come down,  he shifts back to kneeling and looks down at you, chin painted red and eyes hazy with lust. "Yes," you breathe, in answer to the question he hasn’t asked yet. 

He thrusts inside you, the sensation of being filled so quickly, so completely, pulling another moan from you. "Always so eager for me," he growls, driving you mad. 

Holding your hips in an iron grip, he fucks you with a wild need. So much for the borrowed bed you lament for a second before being washed away again. "Gods," you pull your legs back to your chest, desperate to take him as deep as possible. 

"Fuck, Love," he groans, "taking it so good. My little bloody mess. Naughty girl might need to be cleaned up again." The words do you in a second time and you come, quivering around him. 

He doesn't let up his pace, every moment of your orgasm filled with fresh sparks of bliss, until with a last deep stroke you feel his seed pumping into you. He leans down, kissing you, and the taste of all of you on him is intoxicating. "Sorry Love," he pulls away smirking. "I don't think I was much help after all."

[sellenite]

cw: afab reader, kinda dubcon, mentions of blood, vampire venom (?) as aphrodisiac, thigh-riding, fingering, Suguru is a sexy vampire and he bites you, Suguru calls reader “bunny”, reader described as wearing a dress

MDNI | 18+

Vampire Suguru Geto would have such ethereal beauty that he would use to his advantage in seducing you into letting him drink some of your blood.

“Will it hurt?” You ask him, your eyes cautiously finding his deep amber ones. They look molten in the dim candlelight of the room, warm and honeyed.

“Only for a moment, but it will fade quickly,” Suguru soothes in that silken tone of his. The tips of his fingers glide up the backs of your thighs, beckoning you closer as he sits in his armchair in front of you.

“Might make you a little light-headed though. You should probably sit down.” He pulls you down into his lap after that. You squeak in surprise as he presses you to himself, your legs clumsily straddled around his thigh and your hands braced on the broad expanse of his shoulders.

Suguru bows his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent lightly as he runs the tip of his nose over your beating pulse point. You swallow the lump in your throat, breath hitching when you feel the plush of his lips ghost over your skin.

“Why so timid, bunny?” He purrs softly to you. He smiles against the skin of your throat before the sharp poke of his fangs pricks at your ear. You think of them sinking into your skin, the excruciating pain of them piercing your vein.

“Promise it won’t hurt too much?” Your words tremble more than you hoped they would. You pull back to look at Suguru once more.

The pupils of his eyes appear larger now, darker and dilated with hunger. The tips of his incisors poke out from the seam of his lips, the light paint of drool across them catching in the light.

You can see the hunger in how he looks at you (the need), feel it in how his cold fingers grip into the sides of your thighs. But his voice remains ever so smooth and composed as he pulls you closer to his body with a hand pressed to the small of your back.

“I promise,” Suguru echoes to you, saccharinely sweet and all too charming as he smiles at you, fangs bared and glistening. “Don’t you trust me?” He asks, his hand reaching up to brush a thumb over your cheekbone.

“I trust you,” you say softly, and he rewards you with that easy smile that you fell for in the first place.

“There’s my good girl,” he purrs to your as he takes your jaw in his hand, urging you to tilt your head to the side as he dips his head into your skin once more.

“Relax for me, bunny.” Suguru presses a kiss to the pulse of your neck and you only have a second to breathe before you feel the sharp cut of his incisors piercing into your flesh.

You gasp at the cold sting of his teeth, your hands instinctively balling his shirt up in your fists. The pain bites into you quickly, burning cold under your skin, into your veins, making unspilt tears well in your closed eyes.

But as quickly as the cold sting spreads, it is replaced almost instantaneously by… Warmth. Slow. Heavy. Spreading through your veins, languid like dripping honey. Honey like the color of Suguru’s eyes. Suguru.

“Suguru.” You moan his name out breathlessly, like a prayer from your lips as you begin to float in some liminal bliss.

He lets out a deep growl against your skin. You feel the warmth of his tongue licking out under his teeth, sucking up the blood that spills out from your neck. You hear him moan at the taste of you, feel him suck harder into your flesh. The warm heaviness seeps into your body more, down into your stomach where you burn from the inside.

Your limbs feel heavy in his grasp—weak. Your head is light and mindless as you melt into his touch, the feeling of him enveloping you. You feel his smile against your skin before his tongue laves sloppily against your skin, wet and hungry.

You don’t even realize you’ve been grinding yourself mindlessly into his thigh until you feel his large palm slide to the front of your body to cup around the mound of your cunt underneath your dress.

His fangs sink into you once more, but the sensation is instantly warm—instantly pleasurable—and you moan involuntarily. Suguru goes back to mouthing at your neck, all tongue and lips as he drinks from your delicate skin.

His fingers push aside the gusset of your panties, slip effortlessly into your wet heat and you whimper at the press of him inside of you. You roll your hips into his fingers slowly, rhythmically, unaware of how you move in sync with Suguru’s breath, with every curl of his fingers inside of you. He groans deep and low against your skin, and the sound vibrates through your body in waves of pleasure.

“Just like that, bunny. Make yourself feel good for me.”

an: I’M SORRY IF THIS IS SLOPPY 😭 but I had this idea in my mind and I haven’t posted writing on here in forever so I thought maybe I would try 🥲

[freedomfireflies]

MR. STYLES AND PEACH DOING SOMETHING FOR THE LIVE STREAM !! maybe she can squirt again ?

OOOOF abso-fucking-lutely!!! This one is also inspired by this image!

“Tell them.”

“I…shit, I—”

A firm spank to your ass. “No. You watch your fucking tongue, Peach. And tell them. Tell them how many times you’re gonna cum for me.”

With a shaky inhale and quivering thighs, you brace yourself against the mattress and whimper, “Five. Five times—”

“Good girl. One for each day till Christmas, yeah? And how many times have you cum for me so far, hm?”

“Tw…twice, Sir.”

“That’s right.” You can hear the grin stretching across his face. “Think I should give you my cock now, Peach? Think you deserve it?”

You nod as best you can given in the position you’re in. You want to deserve it. Want to be filled, and stretched, and cared for. In a way only he can do.

“Yeah?” His fingers gently trail down the length of your spine. Dancing over the curve of your ass and the sparkling Christmas lights keeping your wrists bound to your thighs. “I think you do. Think you’ve been so good for us. Haven’t you?”

You turn your head until you can glance over your shoulder at him. “Yes, Sir…trying.”

“Mm.” He hums, and it makes your clit throb against the vibrator. “Trying. Bet you are, baby. Trying so hard to make me proud, hm?”

You only whine as another wave of pleasure rolls through you from the toy beneath your hips.

“I know,” he says, before his hand comes down in another firm smack to your right cheek. “All right, then, baby. Make me proud. Show ‘em how well you take my cock, yeah? Show ‘em how a good girl behaves.”

And you vow to do just that as you feel him move closer and sweep the tip through your arousal.

Harry is always incredible to you. Eager to please and make things fun. To toss you around like a toy and have your body bend to his will.

But Mr. Styles – Sir – is a completely different beast. Insatiable and unrelenting. Perhaps mostly for the cameras (like the one pointed at you both right now), but also for the power it brings.

He might be the one giving the orders, but you’re the one in charge.

With one quick squeeze to your hip, he begins to push in. Thick cock stretching you open while you’re simply forced to lay on your stomach and take it. 

And it’s perfect. Especially after such a long, strenuous day of his teasing. And with two orgasms already under your belt from the vibrator, you’re overstimulated and far too sensitive. You don’t imagine it’ll be long before the third.

“There you go, there’s my little cumslut,” he exhales, driving in just a bit further but not quite all the way. “Missed this, didn’t you? Missed Daddy’s cock—”

“Yes,” you gasp before stumbling over a whine. “Sir, please—”

“So fucking greedy, aren’t you, my love?” Another squeeze to your waist before he’s burying himself all the way. Sheathing himself inside your cunt as you both release a deep, satisfied breath. “That’s it. Just like that.”

And you can’t hold back. Can’t hold off. The combination of vibrations to your clit and the fullness of his cock just about kills you. And without really meaning to, you cum for the third time with little to no warning.

But he loves it. Groaning in your ear as his chest presses to your back. Indulging in every flutter of your cunt as you let go.

“Shit, Peach,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your bare shoulder. “Feel so good around me, you know that? So fucking warm…so wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? Was made to get fucked by me—”

“Shit…shit, Sir—”

He spanks you again before he’s suddenly grabbing hold of your throat and lifting your head from the bed. “What did I fucking say, hm? You watch your fucking tongue—”

“Sorry—” you gasp. “M’sorry, Daddy…just feels so good.”

“Yeah? I know.” He rears back before thrusting himself in. Setting a sharp, unforgiving pace that barrels you toward a fourth. “Can feel exactly how good it feels for you, baby. Tell them. Tell them how fucking good I make you feel—”

“Shi…good,” you whimper. “So good. S’perfect, Sir. Always perfect—”

“Dream of my cock, don’t you? When you’re lying in my bed? Soaking my sheets? Fucking dream of me…dream of me stretching this little pussy. Having you any way I want—”

“Yes…yes—”

“Dream of them watching.” He squeezes your delicate throat in his palm. Just hard enough to make your lashes flutter but not nearly enough to scare you. Only excite you. “Love the idea of them seeing what I do to you, don’t you?”

A question that doesn’t really need an answer. He already knows.

“So maybe I’ll let them.” He’s going faster. Pounding himself into you with a fervor you’d recognize anywhere. “Maybe I’ll let them see just how much of a fucking whore you really are for me.”

You would love nothing more. Because there’s something about this scene – about the way he controls you – that makes you feel utterly safe and protected.

It had been your idea that he tie you up with Christmas lights for the livestream. And he’d smirked, seemingly unconvinced. 

But he changed his mind rather quickly after you showed up in his home office wearing nothing but the lights and a large, red bow over your pussy.

It had been outrageously silly, but the way his pupils dilated, and his chest nearly caved in made it well worth it.

“Look,” he orders you now, lifting your head from the bed and forcing your eyes on the computer in front of the mattress. “Look at what they’re saying about you.”

The comments roll in one after the other. Praising you for the wet sounds you’re making, praising him for the way his cock ruins you, and praising you both for what you’re doing to your audience.

But none of their opinions matter. Only his. As long as he’s satisfied with you…that’s all you really want.

“They think I should make you squirt,” he muses, dragging his teeth down the shell of your ear. Slowing his pace until you feel restless. “They wanna see you soak me. And I think I do, too.”

Just the thought, the salacious, greedy purr in his voice, is enough to drag you closer. To force your body into complacency until you’re squirming beneath his large frame. 

His chest presses harder into your back, using his weight to keep you still, keep you stuck to the bed below. To take every second of pleasure from both his cock and the toy still stuck to your cunt.

And he’s so deep. Reaching spots that have you seeing stars, and yet you can tell he’s holding back. He’s going easy on you. Even after readjusting his position in order to truly wreck you. 

Tears slip down your cheeks, muscles aching from the strain of the position you’re in. From the lights keeping you bound and submissive. 

And yet…it’s everything.

“Go on,” Mr. Styles instructs, squeezing your throat once more before removing his hand in order to spank you. Kneading the tender, red flesh gently before doing it again. “Come on, Peach. Cum for us.”

You’re so close…so fucking close. You just need…just need a little…just need a little more—

“Fuck,” you nearly cry, writhing almost violently as it rips through you. And you know this is what he wanted. Can feel the way this one rips you apart from the inside out, unraveling you like the seams on a sweater.

Everything is wet. The bed, your thighs, the toy, his cock. 

And through every moment, he murmurs, “There you go. Oh, good fucking girl. Giving us everything, yeah? Just couldn’t help yourself, could you? Sweet, dumb little baby. Just had to fucking cum—”

“Shit, shit, shit—”

Another spank, but he doesn’t chastise you this time. “What number was that, hm? Tell us.”

“…four. Four, Sir.”

“That’s right.” His fingers curl around your sparkling restraints, tugging on them as if to test them. “And how many left, hm?”

A trick question. Because you know the real number. But the answer he truly wants, is:

“However many you want, Sir.”

The pleased hum that melts from his chest is like ecstasy, and you can only imagine the smirk on his face.

“That’s right,” he whispers. “However fucking many I want.”

You feel him envelope your body with his, and for just a brief moment, you feel truly comfortable. Protected and safe and so incredibly infatuated with the man behind you.

“So…” he continues before dragging his lips across your cheek. Tempting you with a kiss that he doesn’t give you.

You shiver.

He grins.

“Why don’t you be a good peach…and give us another.”

God I forgot how fun these two are HAHAHA

SO SORRY FOR THE CONSTANT SPAMMING OF BLURBS!! WE ARE ALMOST DONE, JUST TWO MORE!!

Teach Me is next, and I will see you then 🥹💞💞

~ Full One for the Money Masterlist

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[obsesssedblerd]

*makes sure no one's looking before sliding you ten dollars in monopoly money and a jolly rancher* this is all i got. can i request a gojo x curse user! reader smut fic? like he's trying to "get some information" out of reader?

oooh, a jolly rancher? sure! 

pairing: satoru gojo x female curse user! reader

contains: smut lol [18+ MDNI], lots of edg!ng, dacryphilia, cunn!nglingus, f!ngering, some squirting, praise, gojo being a patient little shit, gojo being cocky (act surprised)

barely proofread, sorry for mistakes.

You’re strong, but you’re no match for the strongest. 

You’re laying down on a soft mattress, and your hands are wrapped in special binds that restrict the usage of your technique, leaving you completely at his mercy. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the sorcerer’s large hands trail up your sides, then gently cup your breasts, his thumbs teasing your sensitive nipples. It’s been hours of this: Touching, teasing, building you up with no chance of actually letting you release. You try to control your breathing, and you bite your lip so no noise escapes your mouth. You refuse to give him any more satisfaction. 

Satoru Gojo—who’s still fully clothed—sighs when he catches on, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Hiding your cute little noises from me? Aw, that’s no fun.” 

One of his hands begins to drift lower, and you inhale to prepare yourself. “I bet I can get a lovely reaction if I press riiiiiiiiiiight,” he trails off, and then you feel two of his long, slender fingers gently push into your sopping wet pussy, only exploring for about a few seconds before he finds what he’s looking for. “...here.” 

A sharp burst of pleasure rushes through you when he presses against your g-spot, and your back arches off of the mattress. Your eyes open, and you see Gojo’s cocky smile before he dips his head, kissing your neck gently as you whine. His fingers expertly bring you to the brink of ecstasy, and it’s impossible to hold back your gasps and your moans.

“Got you,” he purrs against your ear, “this is where you’re weak, right?” 

“Fuck…!” You cry out as you thrash helplessly on the bed, unable to stop the growing pressure in your middle. You know what’s coming, but a small fraction of you hopes for a different outcome anyway. Right when you’re about to release, he stops and removes his fingers. You whine in frustration, and tears rise to your eyes. Another edge. 

“Awww. I know, I know. It’s okay to cry.” Gojo’s expression is of faux sympathy. The sight of your tears gives him a rush of gratification. You’re slowly breaking, and it’s so delicious. He wipes away your tears, then grabs your jaw and tilts your head so you’re looking at him. “Ready to talk now, curse-user?” He asks sweetly.

“F-Fuck you,” you say weakly between sniffles. You hate how pathetic you look. You don’t even want to imagine what your boss would think if he saw you like this: naked and falling apart from Satoru Gojo’s… interrogation. You were expecting a different form of torture when he caught you.

Gojo hums, his cerulean eyes sparkling with amusement. “You can get that after you tell me Suguru Geto’s location.” He brings his hand to his mouth, and your breath hitches when he sucks your essence off of his fingers, your stomach fluttering at the sound of his pleased groan. “I will say that I’m impressed that you lasted this long. It’s no wonder he kept you so close. Were you two a thing, pretty girl?” 

Your cheeks grow hot at the nickname, and you turn away from him. ��That’s none of your business,” you spit. 

“So you were at one point? Interesting,” he chuckles. “I’m willing to bet that he made shit complicated for no reason.” He leans down and presses his lips to your neck once more, and his mouth begins to travel lower, leaving small kisses as his own body starts drifting down the mattress. “Such a shame. You’re truly a treat,” he mumbles, then wraps his mouth around one of your breasts, eliciting a whimper from you. 

“You’re beautiful; you have a powerful technique, and a pussy that gets so, so wet.” He says when he pulls back, admiring the small mark he left on your breast, and the rise and fall of your chest as you try to calm your breathing. He kneels before the mattress, then gently pushes your knees apart, obscenely exposing your glistening pussy to him. “Look at you…” He teases as he runs a slender finger along your soaked folds. “You’re making such a mess. You sure you don’t want to talk? It’s been hours. I know you need to cum.” 

You do. Fuck, you do. You feel like you’re going to die if you don’t release the massive amount of tension that’s collected in your body. Your entire body, especially your pussy, is so sensitive that it’s beginning to hurt. You’re hoping that he’ll eventually let up, but Gojo is patient—and he finds you entertaining. 

Gojo chuckles again, then begins to kiss your thighs. You squirm, and his strong hands hold you still. The only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing, and the embarrassing squelching of your pussy as his fingers alternate between teasing your folds, and your clit. By now, he’s learned every single one of your weak spots, and the signs when you’re close to orgasm so he brings you as close as possible before abruptly stopping. 

When he drags his tongue across your folds, he makes a low sound, and you feel the vibrations of it. “Perhaps Suguru might be stronger than me after all,” he says, “You taste so fucking good. You would’ve been mine within a week.” He gives your swollen, sore, and sensitive clit a few kitten licks, and you thrash again, practically screaming when he repeats his tortuous process again, and again, and again, and again. 

You’re sweating, tears are streaming down your cheeks. You’re certain you’re going to die from this. After another painful edge, you babble out his name. “Ah…! G-Gojo, please! Please!” 

He lifts his head from between your thighs and flashes you a faux-innocent smile. “You can call me Satoru. No need to be so formal.” When you don’t respond, he rests a hand on your twitching thigh, watching your face closely as he softly asks, “Are you ready to talk, pretty girl?” 

“It hurts…” you whimper. “Can’t take it. Please. Let me cum and I-I’ll tell you where he is.” 

He sighs disappointedly, tsking as he shakes his head, using one hand to wipe away your tears again. “Tempting, but you know the rules.” 

His hand begins to slide lower once more, and when you feel his thumb press against your clit, you finally break. “Kyoto!” You shout, and the sorcerer grins victoriously as you mumble defeatedly in-between sniffles. “...He’s in Kyoto.” 

“Be specific,” he orders, then he listens as you tell him Geto’s exact location, the number of allies he has, and what he plans to do. Once you’re done explaining, he kisses your cheek. “Good girl,” he whispers, and the praise sends a small chill down your spine. “How hard was that, hm?” 

Two of his thick fingers gently push into your pussy again, methodically stroking your g-spot. He moves slowly at first, then gradually increases both the speed and pressure—all while his palm stimulates your clit. A part of you questions if he’s going to stay true to his word, but when you feel yourself getting dangerously close, you stop questioning. The pressure of your building orgasm is far more intense than the rest, and the impending force of it has your breath stuttering in your chest. You’re certain that it’ll shatter you after being edged for numerous hours. 

“Breathe,” Satoru murmurs soothingly near your ear. “Just relax and cum all over my fingers, pretty girl. I’ve got you.” His voice unravels you. You’re pushed over the edge, and you cry out his name as you finally, finally orgasm. His fingers continue pumping in and out of you, stimulating you through the entire thing. “There you go, that’s it. Good girl,” he praises as your hips buck against his hand. The coil within you snaps, and you gush all over his fingers, gasping in a mixture of pleasure and mortified shock. It’s so unexpected, so messy, yet it feels so good you think you might black out. 

When it finally fades, you exhaustedly collapse against the sheets, breathing heavily and trembling with the remainder of the aftershocks. You’re trying to remember what your own name is when Satoru gently pulls a thick hoodie over your naked body to keep you warm, then softly kisses your lips. “I’ll be back. Those bonds still won’t be able to let you use your technique or leave this place, but you can help yourself to anything you’d like here.” 

He pulls away from you, then begins skillfully wrapping the white bandages around his face to cover his eyes. After that, he puts his jacket on. 

“So, you’re just gonna keep me here?” You manage to ask between pants. 

“Mhm,” he responds simply, then gives you his usual, cocky smile. “Suguru Geto wasn’t the only curse-user I was tracking down, y’know.” 

Ah. 

“Higher-ups think I should kill you, but that’d be such a waste of beauty and power,” he says. “Once I’m done dealing with Geto, you and I are going to talk about some other options. I honestly think you’d make a damn good teacher.” 

You scoff. “There’s no way I’d join you.” 

Satoru chuckles then gently strokes your cheek as he lowers his voice. “You also said that you’d never tell me where Suguru is, and look how that ended up. If edging you until you’re crying and begging is how I’ll get what I want out of you, then we’ll be spending quite a bit of time together until you change your mind.” He kisses you again, then pats your cheek. “Be back soon, pretty girl. Sleep well.” 

He leaves, and you groan, thinking of what you can do. You can start looking for a way to escape so you can get to Geto before Gojo does, you can leave the city and never come back. 

But you’re so tired. After being edged for hours and having the most intense orgasm of your life, all your body can do is sink deeper into the comfortable sheets.

Fuck, you’re screwed. 

[fantasylandloser]

Friends feed Friends

warnings: 18+ MDNI, oral (f!receiving) , masturbation, proof of how down bad I am for Daryl Dixon, per usual pls let me know if there are more (This isn't proofread but you guys knew that)

*****

Daryl is your friend. It’s why the two of you chose to live together in Alexandria. It takes a couple of weeks for you to get acclimated, you’re not exactly comfortable with the anxiety and fear always lurking in the back of your mind but you do eventually get used to things. 

That being said, the first time you touch yourself in Alexandria it’s because of him. Him and his damn shirts with no sleeves. Him doing little activities around the house. Him cooking dinner. Him coming back home with something for you. 

It feels to domestic and it’s fucking with your brain to be in the same house as him. So one night, when you’re absolutely at your breaking point and can’t sleep because of the ache that’s been building up over weeks between your thighs, you finally sink your fingers into your cunt. And you’re so sensitive from the lack of touch of late, that it doesn’t take long to work yourself up. 

You barely register the sounds you’re making but you should have known better, because Daryl hears everything. And even though his first thought isn’t that he’s going to walk in to the sight of you fucking your fingers into yourself, he can’t help drinking up the sight once he sees it. You’re still wearing your panties but he can see the movement, your thighs wide like you were waiting for him.

When you meet his eyes, he expects you to be horrified, embarrassed, maybe even a little angry, instead your orgasm washes over you and your eyes never leave his. You even fuck yourself through it, not even thinking twice about it. Your back arches and your soft moans become whiny curses that get louder with every second that passes. 

The second that it’s over, he is already pulling your underwear down to see your sloppy pussy. You hear him mutter something to himself, but you don’t get a chance to process the words before his mouth is on your poor sensitive pussy. 

He practically has the lower half of your body in the air until he yanks you to the edge of the bed, to get a better angle. Him being down on his knees only further spurs you on and the gasps you let out are only doing the same for him.

“Daryl.” You cry, with a sharp inhale when he inserts two of his fingers inside you, for sure a bigger stretch then your own, but it feels so good and you’re suddenly wanting more of him in you.  Even still when you feel your second orgasm about to come over you, you try to shut your thighs around his head, if you could do more than focus on the intense euphoria you were experiencing you would notice how easily he holds your legs open. 

He hums into you enjoying the taste, scent and feel of you so much, that it almost hurts him to pull away right when you’re close. You whine at the feeling of you clenching around nothing, absentmindedly you reach down to do it yourself but he doesn’t even give you the chance before he’s back on you, sucking softly at your clit. 

“Gotta ask me.” He only says it because he wants to see if you will. 

You’re quick to do so. “Can I please-” Your voice hitches when he adds his fingers back and you seem to forget what you’re saying as your question breaks off and the only thing you can do is beg him. 

“Please, fuck Daryl-!” And your voice is so whiny and high pitched and you’re damn near crying for it.

“Alrigh’” When you cum, you can’t help the chorus of thank you’s that fall from your lips, which he finds endearing that you did that unprompted. And while you’re trying to catch your breath he places a kiss right on your overstimulated clit, loving the way your hips buck up, still wanting for more.

[blueparadis]

| INTO MY KALIEDISCOPES ( part one ) + SUGISHITA KYOTARO ! f-reader, hook-up, online dating, angst, smut, humor, sugishita third leg agenda. tagging @dear-koi

lips crashing against each other like waves colliding before it even hits the shore as you and sugishita walk inside the drawing room. even if it's his place you take the lead, sugishita lets you. waits for your next move.

“bedroom?” you pant.

“that one,” he points towards a room. you grab his hand and take him inside the room. you are still trying to process the fact that this is first date after break-up in months. on top that, you absent mindedly swiped right on this guy and your cellphone chimed with a message saying it's a match.

sugishita falls on his bed by your push. it is a queen size bed. no wonder he didn't reject your fast advances. you sit on his lap taking excruciatingly long time to unbutton his shirt. are you trembling? good lord. what made you come at the bar, follow him to his place. you must have one hell of a group of friends. his pupil travel upwards while his hands peel off your turtle-neck top and fold it one inch revealing a little of your tummy. sugishita leans forward and places a kiss on you skin. the touches are hungry and scattered. he checks if you have any objections or not. you don't. he kisses again, this time maintaining eye contact. a sharp inhale of breath as he unbuttons your jeans. his movements are swift. before he could lick or kiss your entrance you press him against the head board. he smirks.

woah! a reaction. you trace your finger down his chest till you reach his jeans. as you get busy with the his belt he grabs a rubber band to tie up his hair in a bun. he looks better, less messy.

“lemme help.” sugishita whispered as you kept fidgeting with the buckle.

“no. i can do it.” you retort.

“okay. fine.” he locks his hand behind his nape and leans back as you struggle to unbuckle the belt. he won't do it with you, not like this, not when you are this vulnerable but he can't say that to you. he thinks you might break into tears. he would have used alcohol as an excuse if you had taken a few shots or beer. anything. but you are so fresh and awake.

you give up. “okay. Help me.”

unlocking his arms he leans gracefully exclaiming triumphantly, “yes ma’am as you wish.”

a chuckle gets out of you at that comment earning a glance as he unbuckles his belt with one hand and pulling it off his pants. he tries to maintain eye contact but quickly looks away.

“show off.” you murmur. there is silence for a few seconds before he wraps his arm to pull you closer and as he does you gasp in shock.

“just take it easy,” he says before starting to kiss over your tummy again, going down, removing the underwear along with the jeans but before getting it out of you, you grab his hand to stop him.

“i feel hungry. can we eat something?” you slip beside him adjusting your jeans while he just buttons his jeans with a huge boner leaving the shirt behind on the bed.

thank god. you decided to stop. sugishita wouldn't have been able to hold back after eating you out and it would eat him alive to take advantage of the vulnerability, be it emotional, alcohol-induced or both.

thank god. he agreed. the size of that boner scared the wits out of you. just what did you think were you doing? just because your ex-boyfriend didn't have sex with you, you didn't have to fuck someone from his friend circle to prove him that you are “doable”.

[anlian-aishang]

SNK Men - Climaxing Voices - Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin, Reiner, Zeke [nsfw]

Eren gasps. 

Every time, he thinks he has got you down. Every time, you manage to take his breath away. Fingertips drip down his washboard abdomen - slow, warm syrup. Tangling his strands in your fist, a hundred little stings make his head spin. Each of your touches yanks an inhale from the shallows of his throat. Each of those gasps - an unconscious reward to your consciousness. The raw fluster, steep pitch, and innate shock of his breaths construct a fine symphony to your sex. Accelerating along with the ascent towards his peak. Loudening as the coherence of his thoughts die down. Choking on himself and the pleasure you bring him.

Armin hyperventilates. 

Insane blush across his twitching face. Fingernails dug deep into the mattress, clinging to anything that might help through this. Arms weak and trembling after many minutes perched above you. At first, his hyperventilation incites panic, but the strength of his symptoms slings you to reassurance. Red dilutes in his chest. Gentle ripples in his torso. Lip that dances between strain and bliss. More than anything else, the warmth that fills your insides. His heat seeps to your deepest depths, a pleasure that neither of you can deny - no matter how much strife his labored breaths may suggest. 

Jean swears.

Teeth clenched in resistance - an attempt to keep those words within, to keep himself together. Grit hard, lips trembling, you cannot help but lift your arm to his face and cup his head in your hand. Watching him work towards climax, you are overwhelmed with admiration, pity, and the desire to coax him through it. Gentle words dwell on the tip of your tongue, but are outrun by the swears that spill off his. Fuck! Jean hisses, sending shivers down your spine. Oh god, how amazing he sounds. Shit… Shit! Before tonight, you could count on one hand the times you had heard him curse, always careful to keep things clean around you. Tonight, though, he can’t fucking help himself. Waves of pleasure wash away his standards as he flows into you.  

Levi grunts.

Strong. Capable. Invincible. They were the words others used to describe him, and until this very moment, you had, too. Before you got in bed, you labeled Levi that way for years. It was only after hours of sex that he, and therefore your understanding, began to dismantle. His breaths had been even, relaxed, regular, but as the buck of his hips grows frantic, so does his voice. Muscle spasms make his waves build and crash at an unpredictable pace. Yet, you are the one demanding the most of him. More precisely, your pleasure. For you, he would endure to the point of sweat, soreness, and most of all, revealing his most vulnerable self. Each fuck had drawn strains of his tendons, grits of his teeth, and now grunts that turn your blood icy and core fiery. Sharp inhales and exhausted exhales fall to your ear and speak straight to your mind: only you could bring him down, and for only you would he wear himself out to this end. To witness stress and exertion in someone you regarded as unbreakable set your sex ablaze. It is not his orgasm for which he labors, but it comes as a secondary side effect to yours.

Erwin moans.

It feels good. It feels good. Calm collectedness has every other minute of his every other day. With you, Erwin is allowed to unwind. Nights in bed, that loosening takes another form, the rawest one. Pure yet filthy moans straight from his diaphragm, through his throat, past his distantly parted lips. The depth of his voice is so heavy, it seems to saddle the room. With each fuck he gives, his voice rains down on you. Gallons of honey - sweet to hear this side of him. At the same time, an iron dumbbell dropped on your stomach - scary when your six-foot man is brought to his knees. Soaring confidence when you realize that the reason for it is you.

Reiner groans.

A lovely, difficult game. Endless tests of strength. An endurance round of pleasure. Reiner adores the strain, but it does not make him immune to it. His calves are weakening, having pushed off the bedframe this many times. His forearms are rock-solid, supporting his stance. Biceps flexed as he brings himself back and forth, in and out again. It is not easy, but he does not pretend that it is. In fact, yet though he won’t admit it, the excuse to voice himself is one of his favorite aspects. Groaning in exertion. Groaning in endurance. Pulled in two taut directions: working for your orgasms and trying to delay them. Eventually, it is you, though, who brings mercy to his battle. Ankles knotted at the small of his back bring him over the brink and spill him into you. 

Zeke chuckles. 

Maddening and succulent. Irritating and magnificent. You have exceeded his expectations, but that delight is at war with his need to be right. He never thought you would taste this good, feel this good, your perfection a hard contrast to his prior conceptions - formulated by the disappointments found in all others. His blood rushing, head spinning. On the brink of orgasm. On the brink of a mental breakdown. Zeke can do nothing but chuckle. It is the first time you have heard him laugh, yet the last of all settings in which you expected to. His voice is deep and arid, somehow smooth from out his throat - ran raw from dirty talk. As his climax dawns, humor dissolves into satisfaction - sounds that are neither laughs nor moans. Senses deprived - pleasure fulfilled - by you.

// masterlist //

[10crayon-dust01]

🌀|| FIRST TIME.

TW: Pegging, edging, idfk it’s smut y’all

[It’s your boss’s first time, and he trusts you to lead.]

🌀|| FIRST TIME 

   It had been a long, stressful day for your boss, his day full of tireless folly and pacing back and forth. It was rare that he truly ever relaxed, but tonight, his body lied sprawled out on his bed, his sore eyes staring at your figure above him. 

   The growing desperation intoxicated his expression with every shaky breath, he was nervous, but you could tell he trusted you with this. 

  The cold sensation of your fingers made him gasp as you prepared him for what you’d soon do. Tomura would attempt to relax, you could feel the tension slowly leave his body as he buried his face in his pillow, closing his eyes while he took deep breaths.

   The way he yelped when you inserted the tip of the strap-on showed you that he’d obviously never done this before..at least not with something this big. It brought you guilty pleasure as you watched how careful he was with his fingers, trying not to disintegrate the sheets beneath you both as he gripped them.

   You also found it quite humorous.

   You gripped his cold hips, admiring the way his body would writhe just from your touch alone. You slowly slid in another inch, studying his body language for any signs of pain, he clenched his teeth, letting out a low groan, yet he urged you to push deeper. You began to slowly enter him once more, sinking deep into him and filling him completely. 

  “F-Fuck..”

   He’d swear, his voice barely above a raspy whisper as he endured the painful stretching feeling. 

  Your boss would whine under you, letting out quiet, muffled sobs.. you asked him if he wanted you to stop. He gripped the sheets tighter, insinuating he needed more with another whiny plead. 

   “Just shut up and keep going, you talk too much..”

  He groaned, choking back a moan. He sharply inhaled as you began to slowly pull out about halfway, only to thrust back into him harshly, a sharp cry emitting from the quivering man. 

  You moved one of your hands to the back of his neck, rushing the strap-on inside of him with more force and speed each time. He lifted his face from the pillow, arching his back slightly as he looked back at you. Tears stained his cheeks as his tired eyes soon turned to ones filled with greed. 

   You could tell when he started to get close, but you needed this to last, you needed more from him. After all, he owed you this for all of your hard work today. Before he had the chance to finish, you slammed into him with great vigor. 

  He felt your arm wrap around his waist, gasping as you roughly gripped his phallus and pressed on his aching tip with your thumb, blocking any chance he had to climax and rest.. you gave him a few moments to catch his breath, even though you could tell it pissed him off. 

  “You little shit.”

  He moaned out, still desperately trying to catch his breath. After a minute or so, you started to completely violate his ass, the lube dripping from him as you pounded into his figure, making him cry out your name.

  From there it was a repetition of blocking him from his end goal, making sure he worked for his release. That really was all he wanted, after all. 

  A few moments later, you stopped pumping into him and sharply slammed into him, the sound of your skin colliding into his was almost enough to make him reach his breaking point. 

  But you held your tight grip on his throbbing cock, stroking him as fast as you possibly could, hearing him cry out and beg for you. You were wringing every rare plead out of his mouth, seeing your boss so vulnerable gave you such a power trip. 

  You could feel his arousal drip down your hand as it worked around his dick thoroughly. 

  Soon enough, you finally gave him his well deserved reward, a surge of pleasure and ecstasy flowing through him as he’d shake and cry out under you, his arousal spilling onto the silky sheets.

   You slowly pulled out of him, the toy shining from the aftermath. After taking the toy off, you looked down at your spent boss before asking him a question.

  “Yes..Water sounds nice right now.”

  He responded hazily, his eyes barely open as he lied on the bed almost lifelessly. 

  You grasped the spare blanket on the edge of his bed, gently spreading it over him so he could get comfortable, after all, it was the least you could do after almost destroying him. 

  (HELPP HELPPP MY FIRST POST I’M SCREAMING)

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Love Sucks IV. The Siren

Vampire!Steve Harrington x fem!reader

He's just a gloomy, little guy.

It just… happened.

An autumn night, an evening without the younger kids, movies in Nancy’s basement. Jonathan was running late, apologising profusely when he burst in the door to the sound of Eddie’s booing, kernels of popcorn thrown at him from Robin’s direction.

His hair was still damp from a shower, work uniform swapped for fresh clothes and he slumped down in the empty spot beside Steve.

It happened then. In the dim light, in the glow of the television screen. You were beside him, legs thrown over his lap, curled into his side and you smelled like honeysuckle and hibiscus, your fruity shampoo, the leftover scent of sticky butter on your fingers and lips from the popcorn, cherry on your neck from when you spritzed some perfume all of nine hours ago.

Steve could pick out your scent from a mile away, something that smelled like home, the same thing that clung to your sheets and most of his clothes now.

But something else invaded all of it, a sharp tang of metal and warmth, copper pennies and delicious, cutting through the sweet, summery smell of you.

Jonathan.

Steve’s head whipped to the side, eyes wide and mouth watering, the distinctive shlick of his fangs sliding out from beneath his gums. You turned, confused, watching Steve watch Jonathan and then the gentlest kind of chaos ensued.

Steve didn’t attack, he didn’t throw himself onto the other boy, he didn’t snarl or bare his teeth and his eyes didn’t turn crimson, his veins didn’t protrude from his skin.

No. Nothing scary like that.

Not all.

Steve just frowned and gulped, looking at Jonathan with a gaze akin to adoration and he asked, “please?”

The other boy scrunched his face in confusion and was about to ask what the hell Steve was talking about but then the vampire reached out a gentle finger and prodded at Jonathan’s pulse point in his neck, a barely visible thrum under his skin.

“Dude!” Jonathan gasped, eyes wide with surprise and he batted at Steve’s hand, offence written across his face.

Everyone else’s attention had been stolen now, the movie forgotten and Robin looked confused, Eddie was grinning, ready for live entertainment and Nancy was running to the kitchen, yelling something about getting the bottle.

“You smell,” Steve inhaled deeply, crowding into Jonathan who leaned back at a comical degree, head pressed into the cushions and his shoulders shrugged up to his ears to his his chin. “So nice.”

Honestly, you felt a little put out, Steve had never reacted to you with such genuine hunger, a starry look in his gaze, a faraway, dreamlike wonder. But before you could voice your jealousy, Nancy scrambled back into the room with a squirt bottle. She aimed in at your boyfriend and a small jet of water hit him between the forehead.

Steve blinked.

He turned to Nancy, looking even more offended than you, than Jonathan. Eddie cackled around a mouthful of popcorn.

“My hair,” he implored, sulking, irritated.

“Dustin told me this was holy water!” Nancy sounded disgruntled, annoyed but you gaped at her, arms flung wide.

“Holy water? Nance!”

“What!” The girl looked a little guilty but she pointed at Steve all the same, gesturing at how your boyfriend was staring wide eyed at Jonathan, the tiny tips of his fangs poking out from his lips. “It’s fine, it didn’t even work!”

Jonathan swatted at Steve again, crawling over to where Robin was sitting, his knees nudging uncomfortably over her lap and the girl promptly shoved him to the floor.

“It could’ve!” You accused, “what if you’d melted him! What then!”

“Just one little taste?” Steve was following Jonathan around the room, both of them crawling and stumbling over furniture, Eddie’s legs, a stack of video tapes. The bucket of popcorn spilled at your feet. “Jonathan. Jon. Jonny. Buddy.”

“Steve!” You tried to intervene, helpless, but Steve just gazed at you sadly, like you were trying to take away his favourite treat. “Babe, you can’t bite Jonathan.”

“But he smells so good!” Steve tipped his head back, petulant, his voice a soft wail.

“Is Vamp Boy in love with Byers?” Eddie finally stood, giving Jonathan a solid structure to hide behind. The boy peered at Steve through Eddie’s curls, eyes narrowed and suspicious.

“No, he’s not,” you and Nancy said together, both voices hot and impatient.

Steve looked guilty, Jonathan didn’t look convinced and Robin snorted.

Steve walked to the car later that night with his head bowed, skulking behind you like a proper little cryptid, pouty and forlorn. He gazed behind him as you fumbled with your car keys, his eyes trained on the small window at the base of the Wheeler’s house, the one that showed off the warm glow of the basement.

Even from the sidewalk, he could see Jonathan, talking animatedly to Nancy, his fingers pointing to his neck, his facial expression aghast. Steve sighed, world weary and hard done by and he licked his lips.

One day, he vowed.

[stxrrwritess]

who you belong to.

( art not mine )

monty gator x reader smut

MINORS DNI !!

warnings : afab!reader, jealous sex, rough sex, slight degradation ( use of whore, slut ), size difference (?), oral ( fem receiving ), poorly written smut LOL

word count : 807

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As the mechanic, your job basically consisted of being friendly with all of the glamrocks. You’d figured it was easier to get to know them rather than just barge in and start working on their wires. Over time, you’d developed an .. interesting relationship with none other than Montgomery Gator, the most aggressive of the four animatronics. On this particular day, you had to tend to Freddy a little more than the others, mainly because of a glitch he had during a performance which resulted in a freak out of the children and quite a few adults.

After you had finished up in Freddy’s green room, you said goodbye and left, only to find Monty leaning on the wall, arms crossed and a not-so pleasant expression on his face. “Oh, hey Monty. You okay? Vanessa told me you didn’t need a check up today so I-,” before you could finish, you were yanked rather harshly by the forearm towards the Gator’s green room. “H-Hey! Monty, what’s going on?” You asked, skeptical on why he was acting so strange. You two had been fucking, sure. But you’d never have thought he’d be so annoyed that you were just doing your job. “Shut it, whore.” He grumbled under his breath, opening the door to his room and throwing you onto his mangled up couch. “Too fuckin’ busy to come in an’ even say ‘hello’? Too caught up with Fazbear?” He asked, as he moved to rip your work shirt off, causing your tits to pop out. “No, Monty, He had a glitch today. You saw it.” You protested, but you couldn’t deny that seeing this jealous side of him was.. oddly hot.

“I’m gonna remind ya who ya belong to.” He spoke, discarding of your pants and your panties, revealing your wet snatch to him. His large hands traveled over your body, stopping to grope your boobs and a small whine escaped your lips. After a few moments, he stopped and pried your legs open. Leaning down, he ran a wet stripe up your heat, eliciting a low moan from you. He teased your clit, before you hit his forearm that was holding your thigh gently. “Stop teasing, Montgomery!” You complained, before he finally stuck his strangely long tongue into you, eating you out like he hadn’t eaten in days. You threw your head back in ecstasy, your hand gripping his red mohawk. “M-Monty, Fuck-“ You gasped as soft moans and whines emitted from you. When he sensed you were getting close to the edge, he pulled away. You opened your mouth to give out to him, but he interrupted you. “You ain’t cummin’ unless it’s on my fuckin’ cock.” He growled, picking you up harshly and moving to his vanity, bending you over, your tits flush against the table. You glanced up at yourself, your forehead was glistened with sweat and your cheeks flushed.

Monty wasted no time in discarding his pants, as he pushed the tip of his dick past your gummy walls. No matter how many times you two fucked, his size always surprised you. “T-Too big..” You murmured under your breath, looking up at him in the mirror with pleading eyes. “Take it, slut.” He grunted and with one sharp thrust, he bottomed out in you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you inhaled sharply, feeling his dick fill you up so nicely. He didn’t give you any time to adjust, as he started thrusting into you at an inhuman pace, yanking your hair back to make you look at yourself in the mirror. “Tell me, who’s fuckin’ ya? Who’s makin’ ya feel this good, huh?” He gave a rougher thrust at the end of his sentence to emphasize his point. “Y-You, you are, fuck!” You rasped, “I got a name, use it. Tell me who ya belong to.” He groaned, feeling you clench around him like a vice. “Monty, you, please just - don’t fucking stop!” You begged, your hands gripping onto his vanity as you felt your knees begin to buckle. “Hnngh- I’m, fuck, Y/N. I’m gettin’ close..” He removed his hand from your hair and placed both of his hands on your hips, holding onto them with bruising force. It didn’t take long for you to cum around him, considering he had edged you before this. Your orgasm hit you like a wave, your vision going blurry for a few seconds. Monty followed a few moments later, painting your insides white with a grunt. He pulled out, and moved to scoop you up into his arms as he sat on the couch. “Uh.. Shit. Sorry if I went too hard on ya.. It’s jus’, ya know how I get ‘bout Fazbear.” He chuckled sheepishly, and you rolled your eyes playfully.

You should get him jealous more often, if this is the outcome.

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a/n

hope you enjoyed x3 honestly idk how to write smut that well, i just let my hands do the typing while i zone out for a solid 20 minutes. if there’s anything i can improve on do let me know ! ( i’m def super repetitive in the way that i write but oh well )

[whumblr]

Bloody

The first time Whumpee had fainted after watching their own blood seep down their arm, Whumper had watched in silent amusement. Before realising that… well, this could be a bit of a pain.

So the second time he strapped them to a table and walked up with his knife at the ready, he came prepared.

Whumpee glanced at the knife and while their expression tightened, there was a hint of smugness crossing their face. Not much to torture when they’re out cold after just the first cut, Whumper had to admit.

But their face fell when Whumper held up the knife and a piece of black cloth dangled from the tip.

A blindfold.

“Figured we could see to what extent your fear of blood goes,” Whumper said, swinging the cloth back and forth until it slipped from the knife and draped over Whumpee’s collarbones.

“It’s not a fear of blood!” Whumpee bit, pulling at the leather straps binding them. “It just… happens,” they finished, less fierce.

“It happens…” Whumper mused. So this probably wasn’t the first time. “Have you ever tested it? Do you just go whoop when you see your own blood or is the sensation of it pumping out of your veins enough to pass out?”

Whumpee paused, their lips pressed together and their throat bobbed. “I… I don’t know,” they admitted.

“Let’s find out.”

He set the knife down on the table, deliberately placing it just next to Whumpee’s bound hand. If they struggled enough, maybe they could touch it with a pinky finger. Blindfold in hand, he leaned over them, easily slipped it over their head as they shook ‘no’ and they continued to shake their head even when the band fit snugly over their eyes. He shushed them gently, cupping their face with both hands, stopping them from shaking their head.

“Now, then…” His hand curled over the handle of the knife and as he lifted it he let the blade scrape over the surface with a scratchy shing to signal that he was about to start. And to draw a flinch from Whumpee. He grinned; now that they were dependent on their other senses, he wasn’t above helping out with that.

He rested the blade just under their shoulder where their deltoid curved, letting the cold touch seep into their skin before the sharp edge of the blade would follow.

A soft and surprised little yip sounded within their throat when the knife broke skin. Teeth clenched when he slid deeper, their chest heaving to keep their scream contained until he dragged the knife further through muscle and a broken gasp tore free.

Blood gushed along the stripe of the cut, streaming down their shoulder, tickling over skin.

A fist clenched. And Whumpee went white as a sheet.

But they didn’t pass out.

“You look like you already lost a gallon,” Whumper said with a smirk.

“Sh—shut up,” Whumpee shot back, but their voice was weak, high-pitched.

They tensed up when the blade rested against their arm again.

But Whumper merely held the flat of the blade under the cut, not yet breaking skin, and he caught a few thick drops of blood. Then he carefully brought the knife up, hovered it over Whumpee’s face, and watched as the red pooled closer to the tip. A single drop fell right onto their cheek.

And after an initial flinch, Whumpee completely stilled. To the point where Whumper thought that was it for the experiment.

But then a shivering inhale rasped past their lips.

“Don’t do that…” they managed to whisper.

“Don’t do what, dear?” Whumper drawled, smile creeping wider. He tapped a finger to the blade and watched a second drop fall right onto the blindfold. It drew out another twitch. The cloth absorbed the dark stain immediately, while the spatter on their face slowly rolled down their cheek. It sent a shudder through them as it tickled the underside of their ear and disappeared into their hair.

“That… the b—the blood, don’t—”

“It’s just a splash of water, love.”

“It’s not!”

Whumper grinned, fingertips swirling through the puddle of blood forming under their arm. “No,” he murmured in agreement, and he tapped two fingers slick with blood against their cheekbone. “It’s not.”

A strangled sound of anguish sounded in Whumpee’s throat as the two fingers slowly made its way down, leaving two cold stripes of red draped over their face.

Whumper watched them fondly. Amazing how the brain worked. It registered everything, from the warmth gushing out of their cut, to the splash on their face and it drying on their cheek. Yet it didn’t trigger that severe drop in blood pressure to make them check out.

With Whumpee blubbing their mouth like a fish on dry, heaving in shallow breaths yet none coming back out as cries, you’d think their level of emotional distress was at peak. But fight or flight was still overpowering everything. And oh, how they wished to fly; their wrists pulled tight against their bonds, straining as they hoped for the leather to give just a bit so they could slip free. Just a bit more, dear, and you’ll feel the blood bubble up there as well…

“Lost your voice?” Whumper purred.

His hand tightened over the cut and Whumpee screamed. Ah, no, still there. But they immediately fell silent when that same hand gripped their jaw tight. Fingers sleek with blood dug into the side of their jaw, just under their ear.

“That’s right,” Whumper crooned. He let a fresh drop fall onto his thumb and pressed it against their lips. “Just… shush.”

Their lips, slightly parted in despair, immediately pressed tight into a thin stripe. And with a grin, Whumper took advantage. He slowly smeared the drop over both their lips, coating them in red.

“You might wanna lick your lips. Seems a bit dry to me.”

Every little gasp had indeed made their lips uncomfortably dry, blood now seeping into the cracks, immediately drying and making things even worse. As Whumper pulled back, he could see them hesitate, fighting the automatic response of their tongue wanting to offer a bit of relief.

Those beautiful red lips trembled hard, and their chin started to quiver as well.

The underside of the blindfold started getting wet. Tears trickled out from underneath, mixing with the red stripes over their cheeks, breaking them up and a drop pooled on the edge of their jaw, tinted with a hue of red.

“P-p-please…” The word puffed past quivering lips. “Stop. Just… just cut me up like you wanted, but… stop…”

“Ah.” Whumper feigned his surprise, though he didn’t have to hide his grin, growing wolfishly large. “Right. I think we both got a little distracted.”

He scraped the knife over the table again before resting it against their arm, slowly moving up and increasing the pressure. “Let’s tap out some more.”

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General whump tags: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @whumpifi @auroragehenna @oprhan

[boyfriendstevie]

heeeeey bestie >:) i think it’s a NEED (not a want) that i get a blurb with prompt #5 of those best friends that fool around

this has been in my drafts for literal months, so here's a lil treat for u hehe | kinda mean steve, fwb w a hint of feelings if u squint (i can't help myself), fingering, afab!reader 18+ only!! mdni!!

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Steve knows you like the back of his hand. Better, even. He knows your favorite flower, knows what will cheer you up after a bad day, knows what you look like after an ugly cry, knows how to make you laugh so hard you can’t breathe. That comes with the territory of being friends for your entire life. And now that you’ve… expanded your definition of friendship, he knows you even better. So he definitely knows when you’re about to cum, and is using it to his advantage. 

“Asshole!”

The word comes out with much less bite than you intend, sounding more than a little pathetic as you let out a hiccupy sob. Steve’s been teasing you for what feels like hours, which, okay, is maybe deserved, considering you went out of your way to make him jealous, but this is bordering on cruel. The way he’s brought you to the edge more than once, with his mouth, his fingers, only to pull away before you can cum. Your thighs tremble around his figure, cunt clenching around nothing; a protest of your ruined orgasm. 

He laughs, sounding smug as his eyes glint in the dim light of his bedroom, “What’s wrong, babe? I thought this was what you wanted. Wanted my attention, and now you have it.” As if to prove his point, two of his fingers dip into the well of slick at your entrance. 

You let loose a breathless whine, your hips jerking in a desperate attempt to get Steve right where you want him. It works — if only for a moment — as his fingers slide to your clit, drawing another choked whimper from you, “Steve— f-fuck, please—“

It’s nearly evil, the grin on his face. He’s so pleased with himself, knowing exactly what will draw more of the noises he loves out of you. What will make you beg until he actually gives you what you want. Knows that if he draws a line up your inner thigh and cups your perfect cunt in his palm, you’ll make another pretty noise as you grind against the heel of his hand, desperate for anything. 

“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters under his breath. This is almost as torturous for him as it is for you, his cock hard and straining against the fabric of his boxers at the sound of your moans. He doesn’t want to show his cards quite yet, though, and slowly circles one digit over your entrance, “Please what, baby? Christ, you’re wet, huh? There somethin’ you want?”

“Want—“ you cut yourself off with a sharp inhale, jaw clenching and body tensing when Steve brushes your clit again with a featherlight touch, “Want you. Please, Steve. W-wanna cum—“

“Aw,” Steve coos, feigning sympathy as he pushes his lips out to match the pout on yours, “You wanna cum, babe?”

You nod frantically, hair crushed against his pillow underneath you, “Please. Need you.” Your cheek presses to your shoulder as you blink up at Steve and murmur an apology, “I— ‘m sorry for fl-flirting with him. Only w-want you, Steve. Only need you.”

Steve’s heart melts a bit, flutters in his chest at your admission, and he eases up on you despite himself, sinking two long fingers into your tight heat. You let out a shuddering gasp, a high-pitched whine as you clench around his fingers. He twitches in his boxers, all but growling as he leans over and captures your lips with his, fingers curling deep inside of you. It’s not quite enough, but you’re so close to falling apart, and you moan into the kiss. 

He can’t find it in himself to continue denying you the pleasure you’re desperate for, and pulls back just enough to watch your face contort into one of bliss as his fingers pump in and out of you, the pad of his thumb finding your clit. “Gonna cum on my fingers, pretty girl?”

“Yes!” you gasp, writhing against the sheets, against Steve’s touch, as a white heat twists in your tummy like a coil about to snap. The thumb on your clit doubles down as your face scrunches up; Steve knows you well enough to know just how close you are, and with all the teasing, it doesn’t take long until you fall apart, his name on your lips. 

“There you go. Atta girl,” Steve says as he lifts his hand to his lips, still a little smug, though it’s tinged with his own want. “Think you can handle my cock, baby? Think you can cum again for me?”

[crystalflygeo]

Intoxicating desire ft Baizhu + gn!reader

cw/tags: This one is more sensual/suggestive than straight up smut tbh. Reader has some experience while Baizhu doesn't and is guided along. Biting kink (reader giving) making out, slight dry humping I guess?? dirty talk if you squint?? idk what to tag

notes: Feeling a little odd/unsure about this one but a little someone inspired me to just post it ehhhh hope someone likes it. Guess it also counts as a lil revenge againts that someone hmmmm. Also yes I like to bite I want to bite him xdcgbhjnmkas. He'll be fine..... probably

“Just tell me if it’s too much” You smiled, warm yet mischievous.

Baizhu is panting already.

The two of you have barely done anything in all honestly, but just the fact of being here, now, with you. Doing this. It was enough to make all his thoughts scatter out of control.

You back a little but still nuzzle at his neck “Are you ok? Your breathing is harsh.”

Your voice is low, velvet, he can feel your breath ghosting at his skin and it makes him shiver. “…Y…Yeah” He manages.

“Should we stop?” There is concern in your tone and you scoot back a little from the spot sitting at the bed, avoiding contact as to not overwhelm him.

Instead, Baizhu pulls you closer eager for the grounding feeling he gets from you, slotting your hips together.

“No… it’s fine.”

Your cheeks warm up as you stare at his sharp golden eyes. One of his hands cups your face and your own arms surround his neck, though you take note of the fast pace of his heart “Are you sure? There’s no need to force it.”

Baizhu just nods, then pulls you in for a kiss. He really doesn’t feel up to talking. Right now, he wants to feel you as close as you can get.

You smile into the kiss and your hands start roaming, fumbling a little with his top. It’s intoxicating… these feelings.

You just want more.

Baizhu inhales sharply and his skin prickles with goosebumps as you slip your hands under his clothes, you lean in once more to kiss at his neck again.

“Ah… darling, what are you…?”

You bite down and Baizhu gasps.

You lap and suck at his neck softly, almost ticklish, threading your hands through his beautiful long green locks, and he shifts awkwardly. It feels so good. Once you’re done with that spot you move to another place down to his shoulder.

“Hng-” He’s desperately trying to stifle any sound wanting to escape from his mouth. Though that doesn’t stop the whimpers caught in his throat, reacting to his quickly heating cheeks.

“Holding back isn’t going to do you any good.” You suddenly mention, and he can almost picture your sly grin. “The whole point is for you to test out all these sensations.”

Baizhu’s glad you’re focused on his neck, he was sure he’d die if you saw his red face.

Both of your hands are at his bare torso now, they’re warm and incredibly soft making him shiver, until you lightly run your nails across his skin. A moan spills out of his mouth, low and needy, and he’s overwhelmingly embarrassed.

What kind of person gets so shamelessly turned on from just a touch like that? He feels stupid. Stupidly exposed. Stupidly turned on.

“Does it feel good?”

Don’t ask something like that!

He doesn’t answer and instead rests his forehead on your shoulder, panting softly. In response you bite again, lower on his collarbone and your right hand brushes down on his pants daringly. He gasps sharply in surprise, a burning heat settling in his stomach.

“Bai come on, tell me.” You mumble with a pout.

Oh, you’re not playing nice.

He nods, head buzzing with pleasure. “Nnng-... Hmmm” He can barely think straight. He just feels. Feels your hands teasing, your hair tickling his skin, your weight pressing on his body, your breath, your lips, his heart rattling, and he feels hot, so hot.

Suddenly his back presses against something soft yet firm: the bed covers. And he realizes he’s now lying on his back while you straddle his hips. Your mouth is hot and you whispers tiny things -he doesn't even know what anymore- while your lips work on his skin.

Baizhu's hands find their way onto your hips and they rest there while you kiss him. Right then you decide to bite yet again (you’re certainly keen on marking him aren’t you?) and his fingers dig on your sides.

You shiver in response and murmur in his ear, and he tries his best not to flinch. His skin is sensitive, his groin is sensitive and he doesn't think he can handle all this contact without exploding.

And then.

Then you grind your hips slowly and his breath catches.

He groans, deep and throaty, and involuntarily bucks into you, cock twitching in his pants.

"Sweet Archons" You hiss out. Clothes and all, you can feel him, and you want him so badly.

There is a pause, a moment of silence as both of you seem to catch your breaths and process what is happening. You look at the man lying under you, he's a totally new sight, so much different from the usual calm and collected Doctor of Liyue you know and love. Instead, his face is flushed, a sheen of sweat already forming, his eyebrows twitch slightly, golden viperine eyes staring right back at you and you can feel the lingering passion, excitement, lust.

For a moment you simply stare, as if analyzing him, peering deep into his being and committing this moment to memory, and it only makes him blush harder, his face getting way too hot. He finally averts his gaze in an attempt to calm down.

At that you blink back to reality, quickly pulling back and away from him -although reluctantly- giving him some space and rubbing at your arm awkwardly, biting your lip in apprehension. Did you just- That was- What was that? Did you go too far? Too fast?

“Um… w-woah” You babble. “Ah s-sorry! I promise I’ll take it slow...” ‘And control myself’ you add in your head, shoulders raising in embarrassment as you curled up and hide your face.

You shake your head, pushing that aside and turning to him.

“Baizhu...?”

The green-haired man lays still dazed and flustered, arm draped over his clearly red-hot face, still catching his breath, he gives a light cough an clears his throat “Hmmm you’re going to be the death of me, my dear...”

At that, of course, you promptly face-plant on a pillow.