#these feel a little sloppier than usual

[yours-the-author]

Hey, I'm back from my trip and got ya'll some stick ship goodies. It's no longer fair season where I live, but I had ideas for my favorite ships going to the fair and finally decided to draw them, so here you go!

CopperRight

I imagine that Right Hand Man is either the kind of guy to actually hate fairs/carnivals/things like that, or the kind of guy to say he hates them, but actually really enjoys them. He'd probably play all of the "test of strength" games and win the the giant prizes for Reginald. Reginald doesn't actually want/need the giant prizes (and isn't really a fan of fairs, either; too loud and dirty!), but if he gets a petty sense of pride when showing them off, he can do that because he's a rat man who loves his husband.

On the other hand, though, Reginald does have a serious sweet tooth, and sometimes only a treat found at the fair can do the trick! (I imagine RHM doesn't really like sweets, but he's not gonna leave Reg by himself in a strange theme park where danger could be at any corner!)

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Curtisson

Burt actually really likes carnivals and fairs, but he acts unimpressed at every fair he goes to.

Burt: Nice theme park. Be a shame if someone broke it.

Sven, on the other hand, does NOT like fairs or carnivals. They're crowded, noisy, the food is terrible for you, and it's too hot all the time! I imagine he'd go maybe once just to say that he did, and would somehow get goaded into going on a big scary ride (or maybe even a not-so-scary ride) only to sob uncontrollably afterwards for like ten minutes.

The Curtisson date at the fair would almost be completely ruined... but at least there's a petting zoo, and they both like small and fluffy animals.

Date saved!

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PanPrice

Believe it or not, Dave's actually pretty okay with most rides. Nothing extreme, like triple loop-de-loop rollercoasters or anything, but maybe one of those "roller coasters" that just go around in a loop over and over. Dave knows what he likes and doesn't like, and can plan accordingly.

Rupert thinks he can handle a few amusement park rides. He's a trained military man who was on the police force for nearly a decade before hand! He can handle a baby roller coaster!

He cannot handle the baby roller coaster

But once Rupert gets the feeling back in his everything, it's time to play some games! Probably a shooting game of some kind; something challenging that takes a lot of skill and precision (but most importantly, something with a prize that Dave will like):

Obligatory Dave Panpa / Panda fanart

And of course, what's a fair or carnival without the FOOD! Dave loves fair food and has a hard time picking what to get. Rupert is less inclined to fried and sugary foods in large portions, but he likes to see Dave indulge every once in a while, because Dave deserves it.

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Poly Threat

A group of thrill seekers like the Triple Threat would definitely be the first in line for some rides! And they know exactly which one to start with, too...

(Fun Fact: There was actually a ride shaped like a helicopter at the last fair I went to, which is what inspired all of this art!)

Of course, there's nothing wrong with having fun in a more relaxed way. Henry might need some downtime away from the crowds, and Charles and Ellie are happy to accommodate.

Who doesn't like a little face paint every once in a while? (Bonus points if you know what the significance of the symbols are!)

A day at the fair can be long and exhausting, but there's still stuff going on after dark! Maybe Charles is a little sensitive to loud noises, or maybe Ellie is legally barred from being near gunpowder, but there's nothing like a picnic under the fireworks to wrap up a fun day!

Technically, fairs and carnivals and such are more late summer things than early winter things, but I had fun making these pictures! I hope you like them too!

[cinnammonfairy]

⌗ hybrids – f! cat x doberman ghost! + heat + virginity loss + squirting + implied pregnancy/breeding ⋆˙⟡

where you go into heat, and your not-so-new friend simon helps you.

when price finally brought simon home, you did not take it all too kindly. only familiar with the presence of price and few other hybrids (being a house cat and all, always preferring to stay home), you grew uptight at the new imposing presence at your home. you knew price was only trying to look out for you by gifting you a companion, someone you could cling to when he was away, yet he also knew how shy you were too which could translate to unwelcoming behaviour towards those who are unacquainted with you.

simon having been briefed by price of your shy tendencies played along, preferring to wait until you grew accustomed to his presence around the house. which admittedly took... quite a while. price having been home for the start of simon's stay to get you on friendly terms did little to help, only making you ever so clingier.

when it came to just the both of you within the confines of your home, you avoided him with an admirable amount of effort. he knew it wasn't that you disliked him, you just haven't gotten to know him and how could you when you'd scramble if he walked into a room you were currently in? or if he'd be leaning on the doorframe of your shared bathroom waiting for you to finish your lengthy baths, the scent of your bathbomb wafting through the crack of the doorway your humming gleefully at the warmth of the water clear to his impeccable hearing, doberman hybrid and all does little to quell his ever growing fascination in you.

the week leading up to your heat (not that he knew), was filled with uncommon behaviour from you, once an early riser now you woke later into the day, your sweet scent heightened keeping him alert of your whereabouts throughout the house. your usually energetic self, that always found a way to keep busy around the house also grew tired easier, which was how he found you sprawled out on the couch late at night, a show you were keen on running on the tv. gathering your weak form in his arms, he lifted you up bridal style making sure to cradle your head in his arm.

your eyes opened briefly, jolting awake as you realized who was currently holding you and walking you towards your bedroom, before you gave in to the lethargy that seemed to engulf your body. letting him carry you up the stairs, his scent overwhelming your senses leaving your body the slightest bit feverish.

"i don't feel so good." your words coming out barely more than a whisper into the chilly night air, lights dimmed out due to the hour.

"i can see that, let me take care of you yeah? " his arms wrapping tighter around your form as he rounds the corner to your bedroom, tucking you in, and closing the door softly behind him before placing a call to price.

"...the date of her heats are usually irregular, but she's probably going into one soon." price's voice crackles through the phone speaker, as simon's brow furrows.

"what can i do to help her?" simon's reply earns a small huff from price, who's answer has simon's cock growing hard in his trousers imagining you begging for him.

"you can help her but only if she asks, she probably will though. god knows you feel much better than her dildo does."

the next morning he was greeted with the overwhelming scent of your slick, your warm body atop him, bare tits pressed against his chest, his blanket pushed aside so your wet little pussy could rub on his still covered hard on. every pass of his cock spreading open your pretty pussy, his tip catching onto your clit creating pleasurable friction.

"what's all this about angel? where did my shy girl go hm?"

"m' sorry si, need you..." his hands go to guiding your hips, as they grew sloppier. your wetness creating a patch on his boxers outlining his hard cock.

"s' alright pretty, i've got you." tipping your chin up to meet his gaze as he connects your lips to his, softly pecking them as a form of reassurance. price said to take things slow and he promised to try, you had no qualms kissing him back so sweetly as he cradled your cheek in his palm. with your pussy still rubbing on his cock, he moved you to lay below him lifting his body enough to peel his boxers off.

spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, little hole twitching and leaking slick. your little clit glistening in the early morning sunrise, as he circles it softly with the head of his cock, dragging it down to your pool of slick and up to nudge against your clit, swiping it back and forth as you writhed on the bed moaning for him to,

"put it in now please si."

"so wet angel, i could just slip right in yeah?"

"'mhm! s' wet for you."

"such a good girl, so pretty for like this for me."

he positions the head of his cock on your hole, the both of you gasping as it enters. all the while rubbing your clit softly with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. your pussy halfway enveloping his fat cock as your legs tremble softly, your hole clenching rhythmically at his intrusion. your hands go to his biceps as you feel the knot in your stomach growing ever so tighter, just from him putting his cock in. you've had a dildo and a couple pleasurable vibrators before to help you through your heat but never an actual cock, the feeling of his big cock entering your practically virgin hole was too much to bear, even more so as he rubbed at your clit so sweetly to build enough pleasure and wetness to take his cock. before you knew it, you were cumming hard on his cock a soft gasp left you as he worked you through your strong orgasm, clenching hard on his fat cock.

"so pretty... that was a nice one hm lovie, that feel good for your little pussy sweetheart yeah? y' love my fat cock stretching out your hole so much you can't help it huh."

"s' too big si..." you sobbed out as his fingers kept strumming your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

"you're taking it so well though sweetheart, i'm almost there baby. you can cum as much as you want angel."

your orgasm which left you wetter than before made it easier for him to ease his cock inside, groaning at your warmth as he bottomed out. he zoned in on where your eyes were currently resting, the filthy sight of your pussy plugged full of his cock as he took a testing shallow thrust, a mewl leaving your lips.

"your pussy's so pretty full of my cock sweetheart, you're taking it so well, 'm so proud baby."

"what do you say sweetheart?" he says, pulling his cock out halfway, watching as his cock slips out coated in your slick and cum.

"thank you si-i!" he slammed his hips once, again filling your pussy up full and catching you off guard.

his thrusts left you breathless as you looked into his eyes, pleading for anything and everything at all once. your current state of heat left your cheeks perpetually flushed which he found charming, your eyes fluttering, for someone who was practically begging to be fucked just this morning, he loved your sweet, shy and soft little mewls. slotting your lips together to meet for a kiss, one that you so kindly and eagerly return, he knows he's found your spot as a sweet little gasp leaves your lips. he rests his forehead to yours as you lock your feet on his back, your pussy clenching erratically as a telltale sign that you were approaching your orgasm.

"wanna cum si!"

"go ahead baby."

pulling out most of the way, he thrusts in to be met by a spurt of clear liquid splashing and splattering onto your stomach, his pelvis and abs. every time he pulls out the slightest bit to slam his cock back in to your tight squirting heat, he earns another splash of clear liquid that's prompted by his thrusts. the hot sight of you squirting uncontrollably whilst crying softly on his cock prompts his own orgasm, and pumping his load into you.

"made such a cute mess on my cock baby hm? my shy angel's a squirter huh?" he says as he pulls his cock out fully, rubbing his cock fast over your clit to be met by more messy squirts, his thick load now seeping out of your little hole.

"m s-sorry si, it's embarrasing." you choke out amidst sobs where he gathers you in his arms, sitting up and places you on top of him. opening your legs to scoop up his leaking cum and shoving back into your hole, which makes you squeal.

"no need to be sorry sweetheart, 'm so glad i made you feel so good."

you hid your face in his neck as you sunk back down on his hard cock, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy was an extremely erotic sight to him. your heat making you insatiable for the need of another orgasm.

"go ahead sweet girl, ride me baby, use me all you want."

and you do, if it wasn't evident enough with the protruding bump on your belly with a possessive hand resting over it upon price's return wasn't clear enough, you were having simon's pups.

☆ hi omg um this was just like something i spewed out from my brain deliriously over the course of a couple midnights i acc kinda wanna continue it or make a couple parts of it ... haven't rlly made an intro post but i'm planning to soon .ᐟ ♡ also reqs are open but i'm having midterms rn so if you do plan to leave anything on there might not get around to it for a while :(

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

[cameronsprincess]

rafe bullying you during sex until you cry and feeling a little bad when you’re still crying after and you get to have sweet-ish rafe >>>>

he’s so mean 😣😣

CW: cry baby!reader, mean!bully!rafe, soft!rafe, unprotected sex, degrading and praise.

“why the fuck are you cryin’ huh? so fuckin’ pathetic, can’t even take my cock without turning into a little crybaby.”

rafe’s harsh words have more tears spilling down your cheeks. he was usually mean during sex, and you didn’t mind it, but he was being so mean today, and you weren’t sure why.

you hiccup, sniffling as you try and calm your breathing and get the tears under control. “i-i’m s-sorry… i- it hurts, r-rafe.”

“it hurts r-rafe,” he mocks, his hips never slowing their pace as he pounds himself inside you. “toughen the fuck up won’t ya?”

your arms wrap around his neck and you dig your nails into the smooth skin of his back. he hisses in a breath when he feels your long nails break the skin, “fuck, love fuckin’ this sweet cunt, love the way your nails dig into my back, you’re nothin’ but a hole for me to use, yeah?”

his hips pick up in speed, the swollen head of his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot causing more tears to blur your vision. he was making you feel so good, but his words stung, he’d never made you feel so fucking worthless, like maybe he really did only view you as a hole for him to use, an outlet to get his frustrations out. you choke out a sob, your orgasm ripping through you hard, making your body shake and more tears flow uncontrollably down your face.

“that’s it, cum all over my cock. make a fuckin’ mess, such a good little slut.”

his hips begin to stutter, thrusts growing sloppier before he swells inside you, his dick pulsing as he cums deep inside you.

he stills completely, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, soft kisses being left on your slick skin. he slowly pulls himself from inside you, rolling off of you and onto his back.

you pull away from him, rolling onto your side and curling yourself into a fetal position, silent sobs wracking your body. you’re not even sure why you’re still crying, you know he probably didn’t mean any of the things he said… right? he couldn’t have actually meant all the mean and degrading things he said..

rafe places a gentle hand on your shoulder, rolling you to face him. his chest tightens when he sees the tears still flowing freely down your face. “hey.. talk to me, what’s wrong?”

your blood shot eyes meet his, “you.. you were being s-so mean… more than usual.. i-i just need a minute.”

rafe can’t help but feel guilty, he was frustrated when you came over, but he didn’t mean to take it all out on you. he knew you liked being degraded, but maybe he did take it too far this time.

he gently wraps an arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. he holds you tightly, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head and softly running his fingers up and down your back.

“hey, i’m sorry.. i-i didn’t mean to take it too far, alright? i was just frustrated when you got here, and i know you don’t mind when i’m rough and degrading, but.. i guess i did take it too far.”

you sniff, burying your face deeper into his chest and inhaling his intoxicating scent. “s’fine. i-i just didn’t know if you actually meant all the mean things you were saying.. like am i just really a hole for you to use? do you not actually love me?”

rafe pushes you back, one hand gripping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “absolutely not. i love you, more than i’ve ever loved anyone, alright? never ever think i don’t. i’m sorry, baby.”

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[berritart]

thinking abt phone sex with abbyyyy #plz

abby could hear your hitched breathing through the phone, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

you were a mess, and she wish she could see how you were right now. the bottom hem of your nightgown held high up by your teeth, your fingers tracing over your clit through your panties. it was definitely a sight.

"need you abby..." you whined through the phone, wanting nothing more than to have your girlfriend between your legs. it was definitely ovulation time for you. you're usually horny but you would always handle it yourself. you never got to the point where you would have to call your girlfriend to get off, especially this early in the morning. it was only 10 am.

"what do you need me to do baby?" she asked, closing her journal. she got up from her desk and got in bed. she wanted all her attention on you, deciding to cut her study session short.

"just talk to me." you slip your hand under your panties, your cold fingers causing you to whimper in your phone. your noises were fucking with abby already. she wishes she was tongue deep in your cunt right now, making her girl feel good. unfortunately the snow gotten worse overnight and the roads unsafe to drive on. the weather was keeping a barrier between you two.

"what's going on in that pretty little head of yours right now?" abby whispers, unbuttoning her jeans. she began playing with the waistband of her boxers, craving a response from you. she waited, only hearing whines full of need. "c'mon baby tell me."

"t-thinking about your fingers..." you draw circles against your clit, jolting from the contact. "how thick they a-are..." you could literally hear abby grinning on the other side of the phone, enjoying every second of your phone call.

abby felt the warmth in the pit of her stomach get worse. she was so close to becoming the state you're in but it's all about you right now. she could hold off for a bit longer but her sweet thing can't. "and what else angel?" you mewl at the pet name, plus the feeling of your finger slipping inside your pussy. it was too much to handle, your teeth basically chewing off your bottom lip. you needed your girlfriend bad.

you lean the phone against your ear, your hand now groping on your tits through the fabric. "mmm... 'n h-how they reach all the right spots..." you gasp, your pointer and thumb pinching your sensitive nipple. "s'much better than mines."

"you wanna know what i'm thinking?" abby says lowly as she palms herself through her boxers. "'m s-so close baby." you borderline wail, your movements getting sloppier and sloppier. "im thinking about having that pretty pussy rocking back and forth on my tongue." abby's hand picks up the pace, her mouth holding back a whimper. "then when she's ready, when i think she's ready, i'll fuck her nice and slow on my strap. how's that sound sweet girl?"

"s-so so good- fuckfuckfuck i'm cumming." your fingers curl in your sopping cunt before pulling out. your climax washes over you violently, your moans and abby's name being suffocated by your pillow.

"there we go...good girl." abby praises, pulling her hand from her boxers and jeans. you try and catch your breath, hard breathing traveling through to the other line. "miss you so bad abby..."

abby checks the state outside, the sun slowly but surely coming out to melt the thick inches of snow. it was definitely going to take a while for all the snow to melt but for abby? at this rate?

"don't worry baby i'll be there soon."

[takamimami]

The Supernova Captains | how they 'tell' you that they missed you.

Pairing: Kidd, Law, and Luffy x fem!reader (use of y/n)

little blurbs about how the captains tell you that they missed you when they were gone, even if they don't use those words :3

CW: SMUT, fluff and smut, cunnilingus, fingering, pretty tame/nothing crazy

🔞NSFW; MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS KEEP IT MOVING🔞

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Whenever Luffy is away from you for an extended period of time, you have come to expect that the days immediately following your reunion will be spent with him hanging on you, literally. Every second he can he is either leaning on you while hugging you around your shoulders, sometimes putting more weight on you than he realizes, or he is napping with his head tucked in your lap as you gently play with his hair. He always returns from his missions exhausted, often taking extended naps that have you on the verge of being concerned, even checking that he is still breathing every once in a while. 

If he wakes up and he's not in your lap, he’ll immediately begin to look for you, craving your presence as if you two had spent a lifetime apart. He’d finally end up finding you in the kitchen, helping Sanji prepare some food for him since his routine is usually “eat, sleep, and repeat” when he is recovering from a mission. Once he finds you he’d wrap his arms around you and nuzzle his face into your back, breathing in your scent and letting out a satisfying sigh.

“Don’t know what smells better, you or the food,” he’d mutter playfully as he hung onto you like a koala, making it hard for you to stand up straight, but laughing at his compliment none the less. After his meal he would drag you with him back to his quarters, lazily plopping down on the bed with you nestled in his arms. He’d pepper gentle kisses over your face and neck as he slowly moved down your body, his kisses growing sloppier as he moved lower and lower.

“Sanji’s food is good, but this is the meal I was really missing,” he’d chuckle softly as he pulled down your shorts and moved your underwear to the side, wasting no time before gliding his tongue through your folds and circling it around your clit. Your body would squirm at the sudden sensation, and he’d throw an arm around your hip to hold you in place as he guided his tongue deeper, his nose tickling your clit as he massages your walls with his tongue.

He’d hum in satisfaction as your pussy spasmed for him, moving his mouth up to suck and lick at your clit as you push his face away, trying to catch your breath.

“‘M still hungry, Y/N,” he’d drawl, smirking as he brushes away your hands and connects his lips to your clit again as you gripped the sheets tightly, never one to deprive him of his favorite meal.

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Since it always seems like he is off doing side quests, Law makes it very well known that he missed you, especially if the mission was any bit stressful (aka the straw hats were involved).

When he finally reunites with his crew, you are always the first one he seeks out, often finding you hidden away in his lab reading or helping Bepo with one-off tasks. When he finds you he’ll usually pull you in for a tight hug, his lanky arms wrapping tightly around your middle as he rests his cheek on the top of your hair. This usually lasts for some time, the crew knowing to leave you two be. You can practically feel Law’s tension in his shoulders melting away with each deep inhale of your scent, his eyes shut as he relishes being in your vicinity once more. 

Once he’s held you long enough he’ll lift his head and kiss your forehead, and this usually follows with you asking him how his mission went. If he tells you, it means it wasn’t as big of a headache as he expected, and if he ignores your question and instead asks how you were while he was away, you know that is his way of telling you he doesn’t want to talk about it. He’d much rather hear you talk about yourself than re-live the hellish events of trying to get Luffy to stick to a plan.

But, the way Law really shows you how much he missed you is when he’s finally able to get you alone. He’ll take his time gently undressing you, appreciating every curve of your body as he runs his soft hands over them, missing the way your skin feels beneath his fingers. He’d revel in the way his fingers would leave trails of goosebumps everywhere they went, letting out a small his when he finally swiped a finger through your drenched folds.

“Fuck, I missed you,” he’d whisper, dropping his head down to your breast he was kneading in his other hand, taking your nipple between his teeth teasingly. He’d keep his eyes on you the entire time, unable to look away as he watched your face contort in pleasure. When he slips the first finger inside you he’d feel his cock twitch in his pants, but it's the sound that leaves your mouth as he curls a second finger into your velvet walls that would have him nearly coming in his pants.

But he would compose himself, for now, working his magic fingers inside you as your moans filled the room, a soothing song to the chaos inside his head. He’d have you like this for hours, bringing you to the edge over and over again just so he could hear the way your voice caught in your throat when you cried out his name and feel how your body trembled from the over-stimulation. 

“Just one more,” he’d plead breathlessly into your ear as you clamped around his fingers, regardless of your half-hearted attempts at protesting, “Gotta make up for lost time.”

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Kidd would never admit how much he misses you when he’s away, simply for the sheer fact that he is a stubborn man and would rather die than hear his crew tease him about yet another thing when it comes to you. He grows incredibly restless on the return trip to the Victoria Punk, and either Heat, Wire, or Killer are sure to point out that you are the reason Kidd is in such a rush to return home.

So much so, that when he returns from a mission away he makes it a point not to seek you out and instead disappears into his workshop, knowing that is going to be the first place you come looking for him once you learn of his arrival.

Knowing how headstrong your lover is, you head below deck as soon as you notice Killer and Wire making their way to their quarters, almost positive that is where you will find Kidd.

You’d knock on the door and hear a grunt from inside before swinging open the door, Kidd’s eyes flicking over to you briefly before he turns back to whatever gadget he’d decided to work on.

Once you reach where he is seated you’d massage his shoulders or run your fingers through his hair, trying to gauge what mood he had returned home in. If he was in a good mood he’d stay quiet, letting you continue your ministrations until you inevitably broke the silence and asked about the mission. However most of the time, he’d grumble and flinch away from your touch, “What is it? Can’t ya see I’m busy?”

Growing accustomed to this facade, you’d sit on the bench near his workstation while he worked, grabbing a book from the shelf to occupy yourself or simply just watch him work until he dropped the act. 

When he can no longer take the distance anymore he’ll reach over with his metal arm and pull you into his lap roughly, a cheeky smirk on his face as he observes the excitement in your eyes.

“You miss me that much, Y/N?” he’d growl in your ear, pulling you closer to his chest when he felt your heart rate quicken. “Couldn’t wait to come in here and distract me, hm?”

His teasing sends a chill down your spine, and you feel the tent in his pants grow as you rock your hips into him teasingly. You’d nod your head as you looked up at him, biting down on your lip as he picked you up and carried you down the hall to his quarters. 

He’d hurriedly kick off his boots and pull off his pants after dropping you on the bed, nearly stumbling over as he made his way back to the bed. Your giggle at his clumsiness would make him growl lowly, and you’d teasingly laugh even louder as he approached the bed.

“Maybe you missed me a little bit too, hm, Captain?”

“Not a fucking chance,” he’d snarl as he flips you over, pulling your hips up into the air and bullying his fat cock inside of you without warning. He’d press your head into the pillow as your moans grew louder, trying to drown out the sounds of you so he wouldn’t come prematurely. He’s nearly always unsuccessful, however, his cock twitching as he pulls out of you and hot cum leaks from his cock and your cunt.

It’s then you press your luck by flipping onto your back and smirking up at him, propping your self up on your elbows as you lick your lips. “Need a minute?”

Your teasing has him lunging forward and kissing you roughly, biting your bottom lip as he pushes his semi-hard cock back inside you, a grunted “fuck you,” leaving his lips as he begins rocking his hips back into you again.

my last supernova captains post got so much love, tysm :') i've been recovering from a migraine and pms-ing so sorry if there are typos or mistakes anywhere, I kinda posted this without proof reading lol :3 lemme know what you think, and if you liked it, I would love it if you liked and reblogged to spread the love <3 ✨come say hai :3✨

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[arminsumi]

🔞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 / 𝟏𝟖+

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : rough s*x, breeding kink, namecalling

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 : i found this old draft 😋

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 : a very composed and disciplined man during sex. He refrains from pounding into your tiny hole too hard, even though he wants to. He knows your warning squeaks when his cock is hitting too deep, and eases the pressure with a cocky smirk on his face — yeah he's so cocky, thinking I can reach deeper than anyone you've ever had. He knows when to slide out and give you a break, going down your body, worshipping it, and kissing your pussy, savoring the moment you gasp and move your legs around.

But he has times when he loses control. It's when you tighten too much around his thick cock, that's when he hisses and his movements falter.

"Fuck, that's good baby."

And after few seconds of kissing and licking the back of your neck, you tighten your walls around him, he feels his tip being squeezed and then he's just pounding into you too hard, too fast, like an animal or a demon. Just totally crazed for the feeling of his cock moving in and out of your tight, tiny hole.

Oppositely to how he usually hugs your body to him in doggy position, now he pins you down by the hips with a firm grip like he's not letting you go anywhere, ever.

You're his woman.

You're squished flat on the bed by him as he takes you primally, lustfully, like he's not Mr. Romantic anymore but readying to plant his seed in you or something. He fucks you like he's trying to breed you, get you pregnant with his baby so you can be his forever and his always.

"Ugh, fuck." he grunts, pounding harder and deeper until it feels like he's pummeling your pussy.

He hits perfect strokes that make you shiver and moan. When he shoves his cock inside you so roughly, it makes you feel like a doll to him.

Your squeaks come out and you tear up, so he eases off and takes a deep inhale to stabilize himself.

"Sorry, doll, are you okay?" he asks softly, stilling inside you for a moment. His cock twitches like it's agonized by the lack of friction. It's just begging to fill you up.

"Mhm! Keep going!" you nod, missing how his cock was rubbing so deep into you and curving against the roof of your pussy just right, perfectly rubbing your G-spot.

You gasped out so loudly as he started pounding into you again, feeling his full balls smacking against your pussy.

"Oh my god, fuck!" you nearly screamed and it took him aback, "More! Harder! J-just give it to me like that please!"

"Naughty girl, you like that?" he asks naughtily, realizing how hard you were rubbing your clit. "You like it when I fuck you like a slut?"

"Mhm!" you squeal, chasing a messy orgasm.

"You sure I'm not going too hard for you?" he asked condescendingly, "You sure your pussy can handle it? Oh, are you gonna cum?"

You babble yes and for him to keep pounding you just like that, and he gets close to release as he murmurs against the back of your ear; "Look at my pretty baby, taking cock so well..."

Suguru pounds his cock into you mercilessly, pounding you into an orgasm, controlling himself just a little so he doesn't crush you under all his muscle.

When you feel that rush of your orgasm coming over your pussy, you almost scream his name and it makes him fall in love a little more.

Tugging your arms back, manhandling you like you're a ragdoll, getting sloppier with his thrusting, keeping up his pace until he shoots his cum deep inside you. "Fuck, baby, here it comes. You ready?" he asks and all you can do is nod weakly in response.

Suguru's moan when he cums is so raw and loud, right in your ear. Filling you up to the brim, staying inside you for a little while, then he slowly slides each inch of his cock out of you with a satisfied groan.

Afterwards, it's hard to move, you just sigh and lay there like a dramatic princess.

He knows he exhausted you, so he carries you to the bathroom, massaging you and doing everything for you, even tucking you into bed like you're a pretty princess.

The next morning you're humming, smiling and pouncing around the apartment feeling energized enough to do anything. Sex with Suguru always has you feeling energized, and when he sees this it makes him laugh under his breath.

"What?" you ask.

"Nothing. You're just cute."

After I fuck your brains out, he thinks, planting a kiss on your forehead.

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[formulawolff]

vi. morning confessional - t.w.

pairing: female driver! x toto wolff

word count: 2.5k

warnings: i typed this entire chapter on my phone while i was at work, so if there are any spelling errors, oopsies! cursing, age gaps, power imbalances, yearning, tons of yearning, oral (f! receiving), mentions of sex, teasing, slight praise kink, slight size kink, yadayadayada

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rays of sunlight filter through the curtains, causing you to stir. scrunching your nose, a yawn takes hold. at the action, his arms instinctively pull you in closer, smothering your face in his chest.

“good morning.”

“good morning beautiful girl,” his voice is thick with sleep, and oh so sexy, “how did you sleep?”

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“better than usual.”

“me too,” soft lips connect with your temple, “what time is it?”

yawning once more, you roll over, plucking your phone off the nightstand.

“8:38 a.m.”

“shit.”

“somewhere to be?”

“yes,” the team principal groans, rubbing his eyes, “unfortunately i am running very late for it. i’ll just let my assistant know i can’t make it.”

“oops,” you shrug, collapsing back into his arms, “why can’t you just stay every night?”

“you know why, schatzi,” he murmurs, squeezing you, “this is going to be a long two weeks.”

“awww,” you tease, ruffling his hair, “is someone going to miss me?”

“you have no idea.”

“we’ll be in japan. that will surely be exciting,” you begin to run your hand through his hair, melting as his lashes flutter.

“and you know what comes after japan.”

“miami,” you suck in a breath, “that still gives me some time to consider everything.”

“just don’t overthink it,” one eye opens, “if you overdo it, you’ll start to reconsider every little thing.”

“i know,” you exhale, “it’s just overwhelming. i don’t like disappointing people either.”

“oh i know,” toto leans in, the tip of his nose brushing yours, “you tend to put on this facade that you’re selfish, doing things only for your gain. however, i have learned that deep down, you’re a huge people pleaser. that’s why you’ve been dragging your feet in giving me your answer. you don’t want hurt james. you don’t want to disappoint the team. most of all, you don’t want to face the backlash that will follow.”

your lower lip trembles, tears welling up in your eyes. they threaten to spill over, and his brows furrow, “oh schatzi, i didn’t mean to hurt your—“

“no,” you sniffle, “i just hate that you’re right.”

“you don’t have to spend your life pleasing others, you know,” his arms engulf you in an embrace, rubbing circles on your back as you weep into his chest, “you’re allowed to make decisions for yourself. you need to do what you feel is best.”

“but there’s just one thing that i can’t shake,” the words are barely coherent, but he hears them anyway.

“and that is?” he inquires, kneading into your shoulder blades.

“i want to be with you at mercedes. i’m just scared that if something happens between us, i’ll regret my decision.”

“us?”

your eyes snap open, panic settling in, “i-i, um, i — i didn’t mean anything by that, i just—“

“you want an us?” fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“i-i mean,” your voice falters, “isn’t it inevitably going to happen if we keep seeing one another? one of us is going to develop feelings and we’re going to—“

lips crash into yours, nearly knocking the wind out of your lungs. it’s a passionate kiss, needy and brimmed with hunger. fingers tangle in your hair, tugging at the roots as you whimper, his tongue licking along your lower lip. he sucks on it, the hand on your back delving lower and lower, gripping the curve of your ass.

a noise rumbles in the base of this throat as you suck on his tongue, the kisses growing sloppier and messier by the second. the noise is guttural, almost like a growl.

he pulls away momentarily, panting slightly, “who is to say that the feelings aren’t already there?”

“toto you don’t—“

“i do,” shifting his weight, he pins you to the bed, “like i said, i didn’t have a crush. i can’t stop thinking about you. every single time i think about racing, or my drivers, or even mercedes in general, my thoughts wander to you.”

as he takes you in, you can’t help but gaze into his eyes, your hand reaching out. fingers brush his cheek tenderly, tracing the lines that scoured his face. his lashes flutter at your touch, his chest heaving as your fingertips wander, memorizing every minuscule detail.

your fingertips land on his lips, “i just need to know one thing.”

“what is it, love?”

“this offer, signing me as a driver to mercedes. is it business or is it personal?” preparing for the worst, you feel yourself instinctively shy away.

yet, he isn’t fazed, maintaining eye contact, “do you want my honest answer?”

“of course i do.”

“personal. completely personal,” there’s a glint in his mocha depths, an emotion you couldn’t quite read.

“ever since i saw that photo of you, signing that contract with williams, i knew i wouldn’t be able to resist you. i tried, i really tried to maintain my distance. to stay away. but i can’t. there’s something about you that draws me in. i don’t quite know what, but i know that i need you by my side. at mercedes, where i can make you a world champion. my world champion. i would make my golden girl a world champion.”

“toto,” you begin, but he continues, pressing a finger to your mouth.

“yes, it would be good for mercedes to sign on a driver with your talent. our reputation would benefit. you have the qualities of a mercedes driver. but this isn’t about business. this is personal. it always has been. it always will be.”

“i-i,” you stutter, the temperature of the room elevated as toto’s mouth inches closer and closer to yours, “i don’t know—“

“you don’t have to say anything right now,” his voice is low and thready, consumed with desire, “i know it’s a lot. there’s a lot to consider and a lot at stake. but for now, just focus on me. can you do that for me baby?”

nodding meekly, anticipation takes a hold as he lowers his head, mouth connecting with your heated skin. the kisses travel further and further down, his hands finding yours, intertwining your fingers together.

“so beautiful,” he whispers, “so, so, so breathtaking.”

“so are you—“

a moan fills the space as his mouth envelops your clit through your panties. he groans at your reaction, knuckles turning white as you squirm, gripping your hands tightly.

“take them off, please.”

“so you do beg,” he taunts, his breath hot as it fans against your inner thighs, “what do you need again, schatzi?”

“i need you,” you whimper, dripping with desire, “i need you, toto wolff.”

“i’ll take care of you baby,” his pupils are dilated, blush tinging his cheeks, “just relax, and let me take care of you.”

at the sight of you beneath him, aching for his touch, toto nearly unravels.

was he dreaming? or was this heaven?

god, you were so fucking beautiful like this. all needy and desperate. between your thighs, he couldn’t help but notice the wet spot pooling in your panties. goosebumps riddled your arms and legs, yet your skin was so soft and warm.

you were practically inviting him in.

and how could he resist?

“is this okay?” the team principal tugs on the hem of your panties.

“yes,” the corners of his lips curl into a smirk at your quick response, “please, toto.”

dragging the fabric down your legs, he relishes how they glow in the morning light.

every part of you was so beautiful. every. single. part.

“open your legs,” strong hands grasp your thighs, the command sending a shiver down your spine, “i need to see that perfect pussy.”

you can’t help but obey, shielding your face instinctively as he situates himself, mouth merely centimeters from your drenched pussy.

if your body was an altar, toto was prepared to worship, savoring and praising every inch of you until there was nothing left.

“don’t hide,” he tuts, “i want you to watch.”

“but—“

a hand, your hand, covers your mouth as his tongue delves between your folds, your back arching. fingertips dig into your hips, holding you in place.

toto was a starving man. and fuck, did you taste so fucking good.

he couldn’t get enough, the tip of his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue explores every inch of you. his tongue applies pressure to your clit as he sucks lightly, swirling in circles as you buck your hips.

“oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

toto didn’t have to ask if you were close. he could sense it, the way your muscles were beginning to tense up. the way your hips rocked back and forth, practically riding his tongue. the way your voice was growing louder and louder, yearning for more and more.

already this close and he had barely even started?

fuck, was he going to have fun with you.

“toto,” there it was again, his name from your lips, “toto, i’m going to — you’re going to make me cum.”

“you deserve it,” he pulls away, mouth and chin glistening, “you deserve it baby. cum for me. be a good girl and cum for me.”

the words coax you to the edge, and you feel a finger wedge its way into your tight hole, your walls stretch, adjusting to the size of his finger. just as you get used to one, he shoves another inside, pumping them in and out, curling once they’re inside.

the euphoria crashes over you like a tidal wave as his mouth plants kisses over your clit, practically making out with your pussy. you feel your walls close in, the pleasure wound up tightly in your lower abdomen.

“toto,” you’re almost breathless, “i-i’m going to cum.”

moans flood toto’s ears as you orgasm, your thighs squeezing against his ears. your muscles twitch and shudder, juices dribbling down his chin.

pressing one last kiss to your pussy, he catches his breath, wiping his chin.

before you know it, two fingers are pressed against your lips, “taste yourself.”

opening wide, your tongue dances along the digits, licking them clean. toto watches in awe, a fiery hunger burning within.

it took every fiber of his being not to just spread you open again, filling you up, claiming you.

claiming what was rightfully his.

“oh my god,” you exhale, scrambling to muster a single coherent thought, “that was—“

“you’ll get more.”

your back meets with the mattress once again, hands on your head, “holy shit.”

“never had a man make you cum like that before?” you want to slap the smug smirk off his face.

but you stop yourself, feeling a frown form as he plucks his clothes off of the floor, shoving his legs into his slacks.

“leaving so soon?”

“i have to go,” relief ripples from your head to your toes as you sense his disappointment. he was just as upset to go, “i want to stay baby, but i have about sixty-two missed calls and seventy texts. they’re wondering where i am and i need to get going.”

“that’s all right,” reaching for own phone, you wonder if you were in a similar predicament.

you couldn’t quite remember, but you were sure you had missed a few meetings. one of them was more than likely with the press. one was probably a team meeting before the next destination.

“what’s going to be your excuse?”

toto pauses momentarily, leaning over to give you a swift peck, “the answer is simple. they won’t get one. they don’t need to know where i was.”

“someone’s grumpy,” you giggle as you notice the prominent frown.

“yeah i am.”

“and why’s that?” you arch a brow.

“because i want to fuck the shit out of you,” the casual delivery has you reeling, your heart fluttering as he shoves his arms into his dress shirt.

“i want to watch you cum again and again and again. but i can’t. i have to go about my day as if i didn’t just taste pure ambrosia on my tongue. i have to sit there and answer phone calls, emails, my team, and act like nothing ever happened.”

“is it hard for you?”

“of course it’s hard,” toto runs a hand through his hair, and you pick out the tightness of his jaw as he speaks, “i want to tell someone. i want to tell someone how the most beautiful woman in the world has me wrapped around her finger. how i’m putty in her hands. but i can’t.”

“toto, i—“

“i hate to interrupt you,” he crosses over to the bed once again, scooping you up in his embrace, “but i really have to go. i’ll text you, okay? maybe we can rendezvous at some point in these next few weeks. i’ll fly you out. you wouldn’t have to pay a single penny.”

“okay,” you nod, inhaling his scent one last time, attempting to memorize the way his arms feel around your frame. it was far too quick, toto pulling away, tousling your hair.

“be a good girl for me. i’ll see you soon.”

“i’ll see you soon, toto.”

and just like that, he was gone.

biting your lip, you curl up on the mattress, throwing the comforter over your body.

you shouldn’t cry. not over this.

but why did you feel that urge? why was it becoming increasingly more difficult to focus on anything other than the team principal?

yeah, you had a crush on him. that was years ago, when you were a teenager. that was innocent, a young girl swooning over a man nearly three times her age.

now, that crush was developing into something much more. something far more complex that you could have ever imagined.

you were falling head over heels for toto wolff, whether you liked it or not.

and you couldn’t fight it, no matter how hard you tried to push those feelings away. you had tried to seal them away in a box, throwing out the key.

somehow toto had found that damn key.

he was the key, really.

and who knew what would happen if you opened the lid to that box.

however, there were far more pressing matters.

picking up your phone, you scroll through your messages, notifications, and emails.

there was nothing too crazy you missed, just a quick debrief before you all left for home for the next week or so.

although, one particular text caught your eye.

it was james, sent about fifteen minutes ago.

good morning, american girl! i’m not sure if you’re aware, but the fia has made their decision concerning your tussle with george. it’s not good, but it’s not bad either. i figured you were probably not feeling up to the team meeting since you got pretty banged up from the crash. get some rest, then give me a call when you can.

also, is there a reason why toto wolff approached me yesterday? he was asking about your contract. do you have any idea what that was about?

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Light It Back Up — .02 the balcony

Cw: mentions of smoking and weed, lowkey exhibitionist stuff, mentions of fem oriented biology, pronouns, and terms of endearments, usage of the term 'slut' teasingly and affectionately :p

whenever you and suguru are on your balcony your neighbors don't dare to come out to feel the night breeze. Even when those separators between each segment makes it hard to see what's going on in the neighboring apartment's balcony, it's always clear what's happening when your neighbors hear their usually inconspicuous neighbor letting out little moans and whimpers.

What's thankfully not clear to their vision, is your practically naked-except for this thin spaghetti strap tank top bunched up over your tits- body reclining on the chair you keep in your balcony, trying to lie as flat on it as the hard material allows. one leg up on one of the arm rests, absolutely high off your mind on a particularly hot ass summer night. and also maybe a little tipsy too. wine and weed, if no one discovered its wonders you might have to be the proponent.

as you space out with the blunt in between your lips, the ash teetering to fall and burn you and your boyfriend—geto suguru. who's currently high off his mind licking you up and eating you out as if he would be shot dead otherwise. if someone told him the burning blunt is more of a threat he'd laugh as if they told the biggest joke. you see, this man would let his partner burn him alive on a stake, so a small blunt is nothing to him.

except that small blunt is more than enough to make him realize, actualize even, what's really important right now. it's that he needs to eat your cunt out, lick up whatever you offer him in the form of liquid arousal or cum, finger you so well it burns. and then if, and only if you allow, to dick you down.

before the ash gathered on the blunt falls on either one of you, you take it out of your mouth with one a last drag,  and while you shake off the ash on the tray on the little table right beside the chair, your other hand slowly drags its fingers from suguru's cheeks-hollowed out, sucking you all in- to tangle itself with his gorgeous hair. again, all loose, a signature high suguru trait as it has become. your boyfriend keeps losing all his hair ties the day after he gets high with you ( most of the time he throws it off the balcony, other times if you guys are indoors he throws it across the room somewhere, once he flushed it down the toilet).

you pull his hair and yank him off your cunt, as painful as it is for you to part him from your twitching cunt, it's way more agonizing for him. he makes no effort to hide that fact, before his frown starts to morph into whines and complaints, you put the blunt between his lips and after he takes a long drag, you don't give him the time to exhale the smoke. you take the blunt off his lips, push his face back in, stuffed between your thighs. this time taking off the one leg off the arm rest and other off the ground to practically choke him with your thighs. and he'd rather not die any other way.

suguru gets a hold of your thighs and with much internal reluctance, parts them slightly to place his face a little less than 10 cm away from your pussy and blows out the smoke trapped in his lungs. as the cloud of smoke surrounds your pelvic region and flows up to melt into the air, suguru's glowing purple eyes stare back at you from the fog of smoke, threatening like a siren finalizing his target from a far on a rock in a cloud of mist. he dives back into it hungrier, and probably more high off his mind.

“Demanding as ever sweetheart.”

his tongue feels more heavy but sloppier on your clit with his licking, which does also come with the price of some hardy slaps on your thighs and ass, as a warning really. 

“Ah ah, my slutty little angel is patient, right?” he says, holding your thighs in place to keep them from curling up around his neck again.

but then he catches you off guard with straight two fingers shoving in your hole hooking up to find that familiar sweet spot like muscle memory, as he starts to suck on your clit and finger you at a matched rhythm. the blunt in between your fingers falls out of your hand on the ground forgotten and now extinguished, as you let out a strained stuttering moan while you came all over suguru's face, with your cum dripping down his chin and him making efforts to lap up every single drop of it.

after a few minutes of catching your breath and coming to your senses (well somewhat, you're still high af) you look down at your bf, who's basically licked you clean and dry, who is perching his face on your thighs and looking back at you with his sultry eyes and messed up hair—somehow in a hoarse voice he mutters;

"Light it back up pretty."

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hey yall. here's some pure fucking filth me and olive were discussing. nsfw 18+ soft dom!lip & heavyyy somno (consensual!!) lowk not even my best work but my brain would not stfu about this concept. 0% edited

lip had a thing for filling you up. he wasn't fucking shy about it either, not by a long shot. he was always mumbling in your ear 'pretty girl, gonna fuck you full' 'you look so good with my cum drippin' outta ya, shit' 'needy fuckin' pussy, jus' beggin' to be filled.' his filthy words were enough to push you over the edge most nights, careening into a second or third orgasm.

afterwards you laid limp, while he would thrust weakly in and out of you until he couldn't take it any longer, his body caving to the overstimulation with an almost frustrated whine. tonight, however, he pulls out quicker than usual. you whine at the loss and he shushes you, one large hand landing on your hip as he sinks down your body. you half expect to feel his mouth on your cunt, but instead his soft curls tickle your thigh as he rests his head there.

you stare at the ceiling, your chest heaving, and reach out blindly to scratch at his scalp. "come up here, miss you," you whine softly, and receive a kiss on your thigh as a response.

"gimme a minute baby. wanna keep lookin' at this pretty pussy, just a little longer. m'kay?" lip mumbles, his voice hoarse. the pad of his thumb lands softly on your clit. your small laugh is cut off by a content sigh, and you let your eyes flutter closed while two fingers scoop what's leaking out of you. he pushes his cum back into your fluttering cunt, muttering some soft, awestruck words against your skin.

"feels good," you mumble. the feeling of his thumb rubbing slow circles on your swollen clit rolls over you in gentle waves, lulling you into that sweet peaceful state he always puts you in. it isn't long before you dose off, not that lip notices. he's too busy watching the way you squeeze around nothing, his load dripping back out of you.

"pretty girl," it comes as a mumble, low and needy. "you get me so fuckin' hard-" he kisses your inner thighs, then moves to press his lips to your clit. it's brief, but enough to draw a sweet little whimper from your sleeping form. you'd talked about this before, letting lip fuck you while you slept. he left early most mornings, often complaining about the hard-on he has to oh so carefully ignore as he began his day. he knew you liked it too, waking up full of him, the pleasure cresting over your sleep addled body.

he doesn't even need to pump his cock, he's already rock hard as he slides back into your sopping cunt. if you were awake he knows you'd tease him for the broken moan he lets slip out, he even has half a mind to wake you up just to hear your pretty voice, but you look so sweet beneath him. he can't fathom waking you up now.

one hand draws your thigh around his hip to provide a deeper angle, making you stir but not quite pulling you from your slumber. "must feel like a real good dream, huh baby," lip mumbles, keeping his voice low. "y'r so fuckin' tight, never gonna get enough 'f this pussy."

it's not long before he's close to spilling inside you again. his thrusts get sloppier, the soft squelch of your bodies together grows louder as he gets desperate, and eventually he decides it's time to bring you around, just so he can give you one more orgasm before bed. with the way you're clenching around him he can tell you're close.

"come on baby, open those pretty eyes f'me," lip whispers right against your ear, mouthing against your skin in a needy fashion. your eyes flutter open, darting around before settling on his own. "tha's it, there she is. there's my girl."

"lip? oh- oh, fuck," you babble, and his dick twitches inside you. your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer, pressing your tits up against his bare chest. the proximity is dizzying, along with the deep strokes he's fucking you with. whimpers and whines tumble from your lips, sounding like heaven to the man above you as he chases his own high while pushing you towards your own.

"squeezin me so tight baby girl. ‘m sorry, couldn’t help it. jus’ needed to fill you again,” he mumbles, his nose pressing to your cheek. he leaves a smattering of kisses there, continuing on, "needed to fill this pretty fuckin' pussy. c'mon baby, cum f'me. cum f'me an' i'll fill you up."

that's all it takes to send you over the edge. you don't make a loud show of it, instead releasing a single high pitched whine, followed by a content sigh. a little smile tugs at your lips, eyes fluttering closed again as he thrusts once, twice more, before his hips come to a stop, pressed flush against your body.

lip all but collapses onto you, his chest heaving and thighs shaking with the force of his orgasm, and you manage to bring a hand up to his hair. you tug softly, bringing him to look at you before pressing your lips to his in a chaste kiss. your foreheads rest together as you pant into each other's mouths, all blissful smiles and tired limbs.

[spirit-lanterns]

TW: Outdoor sex, penetration

Thinking about dueling with Feixiao in her little outdoor arena, immediately beating you in under five minutes and pinning you to the ground where you could feel her stiffie pressing up against your thigh. I guess kicking your cute little ass has got her all worked up to the point where she’s groaning and staring down at you with intense, lustful eyes. “I won,” she whispers under bated breath, smiling softly before pulling at the helm of your pants, “You know the deal, subordinate.”

You do. You know the drill, and you can only smile back at her before pulling her down for a sloppy tongue kiss and tugging her shorts down to free her throbbing member. Shes already leaking beads of precum, tip all swollen and red before she angles her dick and pushes forward, sheathing herself into you like a sword does with a scabbard.

You’re both dirty, sweaty, and Feixiao’s movements are sloppier than her usual thrusts in bed, but you don’t care. You gaze upon your General with love and lust in your eyes, admiring her muscles and taut strength as she brings you to heaven.

Maybe next time you’ll beat her in the next duel. Hopefully you get to be on top next time <3

[brainddeadd]

Lovin' you right

Jungkook x fem!reader

smut scenario 6: marathon session (they just fucking keep going, babyyyy)

warnings: oral (m & f receiving and giving), unprotected sex (pls don't), breeding kink, daddy kink, face sitting, he puts a hand on her throat but its not choking, aftercare (always, no matter what) - let me know if I'm missing anything

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It's a rare week of for Jungkook, and he has so many plans for you. Plans that include him giving you all of the attention he hasn't been able to the past few weeks.

He knows the time apart has been stressful and that you've been missing him. He plans to fix that.

Weight of the world on your shoulders

I kiss your waist and ease your mind

I must be favored to know ya

I take my hands and trace your lines

Jungkook's placing kisses to your skin, his hands removing your clothes gently, tongue leaving a trail of spit in his wake.

"Cookie-"

"Not my name, baby." Eyebrows rising in shock as he continues to trail across your body, hands finding their way to your pussy, tattooed fingers running through the folds.

"Daddy," you sigh and his cock jumps in his boxers, groaning at the name.

"Good girl," he shuffles down the bed, somehow making the awkward movement look attractive, holding you by the hips as he moves you with him. "Gotta make up for neglecting my baby."

He moves his hands to your pussy, but you stop him and his eyes shoot to yours, confusion evident on his face.

"Just wanna be close, you can play later." He nods and scrambles to remove his clothes, lacking his usual finesse.

Hovering over you, he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, making sure to press it into your clit.

"Plsase, don't make me wait any longer, please-" he can see tears pooling in your eyes, and that just won't do. Kissing you gently, he presses his tip to your entrance, pressing further into your pussy as he make the kiss sloppier. You whine when he bottoms out, hands finding his hips and holding him close.

Once he's sure you've adjusted to his size after so long, he makes quick work of pistoning his hips into yours, his chest moving over yours as he thrusts. All you can manage is little "ah" sounds amongst the squeals when his tip prods at that spot that makes you see stars.

"Fuck fuck gonna cum gonna cum-"

"Not yet, wait baby," you whine at his command but do your best to obey, body shaking when he slips his tattooed fingers over your clit. "Where do you want it baby?"

"In my pussy daddy, fill me up!" Even though he knew you'd say that, beg for it, he still groans as if it's the first time, body pressing further into yours.

"Cum all over my cock, pretty baby."

You love when I jump right in, all of me, I'm offering

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is

Wind it back, I'll take it slow, leave you with that afterglow

Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is

He loves to taste you.

Normally, Jungkook has you on your back, writhing around, unsure if you want to chase the pleasure or run from it.

Today, he's got hovering on your knees, cunt directly over his face, and he's practically begging you to sit.

"Baby, you said I could play, so sit down- fuck, just give me- sit-" he huffs, hands hooking around your thighs, and he yanks, a squeal leaving your lips as the shock and the sudden feeling of his lips on your pussy sends your body falling forwards. He pays no attention as he laps at your folds. He's moaning into your cunt as he holds you firmly to his face, his nose bumping into your clit forcefully.

He's got you shaking in minutes, your hand in his hair and the other holding his hand on your thigh. He speaks into your pussy, lewd comments about how good it tastes and how messy it is, just for him.

"Ah ah, fuck I'm gonna cum-" you've barely finished getting the words out when the tension in your stomach is breaking and your flooding his mouth with cum, that he happily laps up, satisfied moans leaving his mouth at the taste.

Open up, say, "Ah"

Come here, baby, let me swallow your pride

You love to taste him.

Love to treat him right and worship him.

Your mouth is on his cock before he can process the lack of weight on his face. His hips buck at the sudden unexpected touch, and he groans as you swirl your tongue around his tip.

"Baby, you don't need to-"

"Shut up and let me suck your cock." His rebuttal cut off by the feeling of your nose hitting his public bone, and your cheeks hollowing to suck on his cock.

"Ah shit, fuck baby-" his hips buck, the movements getting faster when he sees you relax your throat and face to take his thrusts.

"Fuck, baby wants daddy to fuck her face? Use her like a fleshlight to get off?" You moan around his length in confirmation and he chuckles slightly, hands moving your hair off your face. "Alright baby, but remember, you asked for it."

His thrusts are brutal, hands holding your head still and he can see the bulge of his cock in your throat. One of his hands moves down to circle around your beck, feeling the way his cock moves from the outside.

"Shit, fuck, baby-" his hips buck a final time into your throat as he cums, thighs shaking and stomach tensing.

You know night after night, I'll be fuckin' you right

"Daddy I need your cock please give me your cock I'll be so good I promise please I need your cock need you fill me up so good wanna be dripping with your cum please daddy I need your cock need you daddy daddy please please fuck me I need you please please daddy I'm begging-"

You're not sure what you're begging for. He's already fucking you, his hips slapping into yours from behind, hands holding your hips so tightly there's sure to be bruises. There's cum leaking from your pussy onto the bed and your thighs, creamy and sticky on your skin.

"Pretty baby's gone dumb from my cock," Jungkook laughs slightly but it's cut off with a moan when you clench your pussy around his cock again, hands raking down his back. "Fuck baby, greedy pussy wants my cum again."

He hooks your legs over his shoulders and shifts so he can press his hips further into you, hips pounding into yours at a dizzying speed.

"Gonna fill your pretty pussy up, make sure your dripping with my cum."

"Please please please please-"

You know night after night, I'll be lovin' you right

The bath is running when you come to, Jungkook's hands soothing over your hair, gentle kisses being pressed to your cheeks.

"Let's go clean up baby," he carries you to the bath and cradles you against his chest, humming softly to your favourite song, hands soothing over the bruises he's left on your skin.

[cyberseong]

celebrate.

pairing: san x f!reader

genre: established relationship, smut/pwp.

warnings/topics: misunderstandings (?), yunho is y/n’s best friend and he’s mentioned throughout, san is jealous for the entirety of the fic, oral sex, facefucking, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism, idk i promise it makes sense.

a/n: this took me ages to finish but i’m finally posting it now.. it isn’t completely proofread so i apologize for any errors or mistakes. notes are appreciated!

wc: 1.5k

“uhm– where are you going so urgently?” he asked skeptically, to which she absent-mindedly replied:

“ah, yunho says he has a present for me, so i was going to see him for a little-”

y/n released a surprised gasp as san grabbed her arm, pulling her back towards the living room to confront her. “no; we had a whole day planned together. why are you always ditching our plans to make time for yunho’s? you’re my girlfriend, not his,” san seethed, grinding his teeth. he usually wasn’t one to make a big deal out of their concerns, but he was at his limit.

“it isn’t always, san— he’s my best friend, and i was just going to pick up the gift he got for me since he didn’t have time to bring it here. it really isn’t that big of a deal,” she argued, pulling her arm away from san’s hold and crossing them in front of her abdomen.

his eyes widened in disbelief as he heard her outright belittle his problems. san inched his face closer to hers out of anger, nearly standing over y/n. “you don’t think it’s a big deal? fine. go see yunho, then. he obviously matters more to you than us, so-”

“god, san, shut up, please,” y/n exasperatedly pleaded, leaning in to close the gap between them. their lips crashed together harshly, almost as if they were still arguing without exchanging words. san’s lips eventually trailed away from y/n’s as he began to paint beautiful blemishes across her jaw and neck; he was daring her to go see yunho after this.

y/n knew exactly what san was planning; which was why she didn’t hesitate when he guided her to her knees in the middle of their living room, and why she only feigned stupidity when he unzipped his pants, presenting her with his semi-hard-on and a raised eyebrow as if he was waiting for her to do something, as if he deserved something for nearly being abandoned for her best friend.

she only looked up at him with doe eyes, tilting her head slightly to the left as if she wanted him to show her what to do next.

and so he did; san slid his dick in between her swollen, saliva-covered lips, not having any mercy on her throat as he fucked into it deeply— the warmth tightness of her mouth against his cock caused a series of groans to elicit from his own, only getting louder as he felt y/n swallow each time she was deep throated.

y/n sat a hand against san’s thigh as she could feel his thrusts get sloppier. she knew he was nearing his climax, so y/n grazed her tongue against his length to make him twitch from the overstimulation; the action soon made him pull out slightly to shoot his cum onto her tongue as he pumped his dick to make sure every last drop was gone. y/n locked eyes with him before swallowing his load, sticking her tongue back out to prove it to the man in front of her.

san grinned before lifting her body off of the hardwood floor and carrying her into their shared bedroom. he quickly let her fall onto the mattress and stripped both of their clothes off in a matter of seconds. his hands then flipped her onto her stomach as if she held no weight at all, before pulling her hips closer to the edge of the bed where he stood. he let his fingers drop to caress her folds, fingering her slightly before realizing that she was already dripping wet, and there was no need for any preparation or lube. he first lapped up the wetness from his fingers with his tongue before positioning himself behind y/n properly.

“you okay to keep going?” san hurriedly spoke, finishing his words once you gave him a reassuring ‘yes’ in return, “just say something if you want to stop, you know the rules, love.”

san spared no time at all as he pounded into y/n’s pussy, his lengthy rough thrusts forcing loud moans out from her lips. he used his hand to push her head further into the mattress to intensify the feeling of his hips snapping against hers. she drowned in the sensual atmosphere that plagued the room; the tension from earlier was still felt in the form of jealousy with each motion of san’s hips. y/n could feel the possessiveness that lingered as they fucked.

y/n choked on a strangled moan as san changed the angle of his thrust, and before they could even continue to chase their highs, y/n’s phone rang melodically— she was getting a phone call. san internally cursed whoever decided to interrupt the both of them and after retrieving the phone from the floor and checking the caller id, it was almost ironic that it read ‘yunho’.

“answer it,” san demanded, sliding the phone close enough to y/n’s face to where she could be heard through the phone’s speaker. she tried to regain her composure before she swiped the green circle across her screen, meaning that the call had been connected.

‘y/n, is everything okay? i know you said you were coming over soon, i was getting a little worried,’ yunho’s giggle could be heard on the other side of the screen; though left unappreciated as san continued to roll his hips forward while y/n attempted to form coherent sentences in response to the other male.

“y-yeah, about that- fuck, i might have to come to see you ano- ah, fuck, another time yuyu— ‘m a little b-busy,” she stuttered and fumbled over her own words, trying not to let any vocal moans escape from her lips for yunho to hear. san, on the other hand, had a goal for yunho to hear what had y/n so occupied at the moment; so he would be reminded that y/n was his, even if they both knew yunho had no interest in y/n like that whatsoever.

‘are you sure everything’s fine? you don’t sound too- oh.’ yunho came to the realization of what was going on at the other end of the line when san sped up and deepened his movements— the unexpected gasps and mewls that fell from y/n’s mouth were exactly what gave it away.

neither of them could currently see yunho, but his blush and embarrassment were practically seeping through the screen. he mumbled a prompt ‘u-uhm, nevermind, we can talk later,’ before hanging up the phone as fast as his fingers allowed him.

san scoffed at the phone call; “aw, he was welcome to stay longer,” he mocked whilst continuing to fuck into y/n at an inhumane pace. y/n only whined at the words, not being able to form a rebuttal at the moment from all of the moans and whimpers clawing at her throat

they could feel each other getting close to reaching their climaxes as san’s groans became more audible, and as y/n’s hole began to clench around his cock as a reaction to the sudden oversensitivity.

with a few more deep thrusts of his dick, san bottomed out, the both of them cumming simultaneously. san basked in his high for a little until he pulled out of y/n, falling next to her into the mattress in exhaust. the two were absolutely drenched in sweat, and they both knew a shower would be required if they planned on going out for dinner later on.

the couple turned to look in each other’s direction, admiring the other’s fucked out features while they caught their breath.

san snickered quietly to himself, showing his smile to y/n before giving his last bit of commentary for the time being.

“happy birthday, y/n~”

“oh fuck off, san.”

[choerrysjubiles]

Baby Fever pt 2

pairing: husband!eunseok x fem!reader

warning: smut! unprotected sex, more dom!eunseok <3, sub?eunseok near the end? <33, more domestic shit <333, sex outside of bedroom >:), cum eating, also brief mentions of food (not sexual), alcohol, and possible gender roles (not specified if ur employed)

wc: 4.1k

a/n: i dont usually add pics but i needed those 😵‍💫

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Suburbia was a getaway from the stuffy air of the big cities. A small neighborhood for growing families, evolving communities, and picturesque childhoods. ____ View was the perfect place for this; white picket fences, summer barbecues, and a tight knit community that looked out for each other.

While other households were eating breakfast, dressing for work, or driving their children to school, Mr. and Mrs. Song were far from their kitchen table. Instead of bowls of cereal and tightening neckties, Eunseok was busy fucking his wife stupid as she held herself up with his forearms.

"Fuck, you feel so good." He growled.

You felt your core clench around him as Eunseok slapped the side of your ass.

Originally, you had wanted to ride Eunseok when you woke up earlier than expected. Instead of an extra hour of sleep, you needed an extra hour of his hands on your body.

Eunseok was barely waking up when you began riding his shirt up, wanting to rut against him. He stayed laying on his back as he pulled you on top of him.

"Get me hard and you can ride me." His rough voice was turning you on even more.

Slipping your pajamas off, you began grinding against his cock. Feeling a flood of arousal leak as you ground yourself against his growing boner. Pulling his underwear down, you slid up and down his length, hands teasing his tip.

"Eunseok." You moaned.

Hovering over him, you slid all the down his dick. Eunseok moved his pillows to angle his head for a better view, he was still tired but he was excited for whatever show you were eager to give.

You were doing great in the beginning, feet planted on either side of his hips, bouncing at a decent rate, his hand moved up to toy with your breasts as you held onto him to keep balance.

There was something special about this moment, you were rosy cheeked as the soft yellow sunlight poured into the bedroom. Eunseok occasionally bucked his hips upward to tease you, feeling gasps escape you before moaning.

Eunseok's hand dropped from your breasts to your clit as he felt himself grow close to cumming. As soon as he began toying with you, your muscles grew strained. Bounces became sloppier, your legs began to give out. Eunseok pulled you forward, falling face first into his chest, as he began thrusting up into your pussy.

"Mmmm, right there." You moaned.

Your hand snaked down to rub your clit, feeling your walls close in around Eunseok.

"You're so tight, baby, fuck." His hips gave harsh thrusts, slow and powerful as he felt himself cum inside you.

"Fuck, take it."

Eunseok craned his head down, pulling some hair out of your face as he laid a kiss on your head. You two laid there, catching your breath before Eunseok held onto you and turned you on your sides.

Sighing, Eunseok said "I'd do anything to stay in bed like this all morning."

You kissed along his chin, "It's Friday, we can continue when you get back."

"When I get back from 8 hours of hell."

Eunseok slid out of you before he stood up and walked to the bathroom, getting ready for work. Still laying in bed, you looked around for your panties, not wanting his cum to drip down your legs.

"Don't worry, I can make breakfast." Eunseok called from the bathroom.

"Thank you." You smiled.

Your morning continued as usual, you got dressed as Eunseok made breakfast. You two sat together and talked about your week. He had a deadline coming up, something about his boss being on his ass. You mentioned a party you were expected to attend, saying you look for a gift for them. Eunseok kissed you goodbye as he went off to work.

You drove to a few stores, finding little to nothing. Thankfully you had time before the party, but it sucked not being able to just get something and have it be done.

Arriving home, it was around noon, you checked your phone for any call or text from Eunseok. Your messages were empty as you looked around the house for something to occupy your day. You swore you had something to do but you just can't think of it.

You sat on her sofa, seeing a messy pile of magazines sent over from your friends. Turning on the tv, you let some soap opera play as you began looking through them.

'Ah, Sandra left these.'

At one of your luncheons, some of your friends brought over baby magazines. Dog-earing or bookmarking sections and articles that really helped them with having a baby.

It was kind, but you wondered why they were so obsessed with your conception plans. You're still the same y/n from before, your hobbies never changed, your music is still the same. Why was everyone around them shifting into baby mode?

Looking through the magazines you marked out areas that you wanted to save, some things about what foods to feed babies as they grew older, some things about when certain milestones should be met.

As you finished flipping through a stack, it was already 4:50. Getting up, you stretched as you remembered you had to do laundry. Yes, you had enough clothes to go another day or two but too many had cum stains and needed to be cleaned anyways.

Walking upstairs, you gathered the laundry basket before walking across the house to your laundry room. As you started piling clothing into the washer you heard the front door open.

"I'm home." Eunseok announced.

"Laundry room." You called.

Eunseok walked over, seeing you lean over to get dirty laundry. Walking up to you, his hands wrapped around your hips as he ground his pelvis into your ass.

"Eunseok." You snapped.

"Sorry, baby, you're so pretty right now."

"When I'm faced away from you, huh."

Eunseok laughed as you leaned over to adjust the water and agitation levels. His hands were still on your rear, thumbs pressing where your ass met your thighs.

As the machine began, Eunseok kept you there. Holding you still as he ground himself into you.

"Eunseok, is this the place for-"

"We can utilize the vibration." He said, laying a kiss along the back of your neck.

"Eunseok." You flushed at the thought.

"C'mon." Eunseok coaxed you.

Leaning against the whirling machine, "This is a crazy place to be horny."

"Yet here we are."

Eunseok wrapped his arms around your front, his left hand lightly holding your neck as his right hand went down to your pants. You craned your neck to the side, kissing Eunseok as he felt his dick twitch.

Pulling your top off, Eunseok held you there. Moving down to unbutton and slide down your pants.

"Eunseok." You whined.

"Stay."

This felt incredibly erotic. Being held in place as Eunseok did everything, posing and holding you. You whimpered as you stayed still, Eunseok slowly pushed down your panties as the machine moved onto its rinse cycle. He grounded his bulge against your core, your arousal spreading across his pants.

"Ah." you gasped, feeling the rough cotton grind against you.

Eunseok unzipped his pants, too lazy to take his belt off, letting his dick fall out of the hole as he teased you. Sliding himself up and down your slit, poking your entrance with his tip, even dipping his cock into her before fully pulling out.

"Eunseok." You gasped.

"What's wrong, baby?" He had a faux accent of worry.

"Please fuck me."

"But it's not time yet."

"It's not?"

As the machine moved to it's spin cycle, starting to whirl around, Eunseok thrusted into you.

"Eunseok."

"Now it's time."

Holding your hips against the machine, Eunseok fluidly thrusting in and out of you. You were falling apart, feeling the vibration of the machine against your womb as Eunseok was pumping himself in and out.

Maybe it was because your thighs were still pushed together but Eunseok felt so much bigger. His cock stretching you out as he hit impossible reaches into your pussy. His swollen dick was thrusting at an insane rate, hips pushing you into the machine as you tried to keep your moans low.

"Feel good?" He asked, face plastered with a cocky smile.

"S-so good." You moaned, hands wrapped tightly around his arm.

Feeling your body weight fall forward, you were held up by Eunseok's arm pulling you against him. His right hand moved to your core, flicking and rubbing your clit as he pounded into you.

You were somewhere else, not even able to feel the moans vibrate out of your throat as you were too wrapped up in feeling everything pleasure you. The machine buzzing, Eunseok holding you, fucking you, and rubbing you.

"I'm gonna cum." You stated.

"You're cumming? Come on, baby, cum for me." He whispered into your ear.

After circling your clit, Eunseok felt you tighten around him. His hips pushing all the way into you, pushing his hips under you to fill every inch of your pussy, feeling himself empty into your walls.

Miraculously, Eunseok still had the strength to hold you upright as you came down from your high. He helped you stand as he pulled your underwear and pants up. You leaned against your dryer as he helped find your shirt.

Pulling his dick back into his pants, Eunseok walked his wife to the living room before they both collapsed into the sofa.

"So how was work?" You asked, face still flushed.

"Horrible, but over." Eunseok swung his arm around your shoulders.

You grabbed your tv remote before turning it to the news channel. Nothing new ever happened, you lived in a smaller town with little to no crime ever happening. The biggest news you see is a winter storm.

Eunseok kept his arm around you, even pulling you in to lay against him as he laid his head down on yours.

"Sorry about earlier." He said, eyes looking down at you. "Work's been kicking my ass."

You giggled, "You need an outlet. Your boss gets off on yelling at you, you gotta let that frustration out."

"Was I too rough?"

"No way." You grabbed his draped arm, rubbing the back of his hand as you continued watching tv.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your weekend plans were always centered around staying at home. Eunseok was sick of driving everywhere and you always missed your husband. Running errands during the week just made sense, you're married why wouldn't you want to spend time together.

"We could've stayed in bed and you want to bake?" Eunseok asked, giving a faux irritated look to you.

"You can stay in bed, I wanted to try these." You read the instructions on your phone as you measured out the baking goods.

You had wanted to try out these baking recipes but it was too hot that summer, with the autumn weather cooling down it was the perfect time to bake.

Eunseok stayed sat, watching you combine and mix and prep baking sheets and oven temperatures. You were doing well until you needed to grab the extra oil from the top shelf of your cupboard.

Smiling, you turned to Eunseok, "Honey."

"What's wrong." He stood up, walking to you.

"Can you help me?"

He stood behind you, rubbing your shoulders as he asked what you needed.

"I ran out of oil and our extra is on the top shelf." You smiled.

"I don't know," He tilted his head looking at the oil, "maybe you can stretch tall enough to reach it."

"Eunseok." You had a slight frown, staring at your husband.

"Fine, here." Eunseok reached up and grabbed the bottle of oil for you.

"Thank you." You said reaching up to grab it.

"Wait." Eunseok said, "I can get a better thank you."

You laughed before tiptoeing up to kiss him. Falling back on your heels, Eunseok handed you the bottle.

With everything done and the oven preheated, you set your baking sheets into the oven and began timing them. With an hour to wait, you sat with Eunseok at your table.

He pulled you by your arm to sit on his lap, lips connecting immediately by the time you sat down. Eunseok's hands moved to your waist as yours moved to his jaw.

Licking your bottom lip, Eunseok moved your leg to sit you on his bulge.

"Ahh." You moaned, hips grinding into him.

Eunseok licked across your tongue, holding your face as he explored your mouth. Your hands moved to hold yourself up by his shoulders, hips still grinding his bulge against your clit. Eunseok began rolling his hips against yours.

"You wanna cum like this?"

His eyes were staring into yours, not breaking eye contact.

"Yes." You gasped.

He rolled his hips more, hands moving to hold you in place.

"Fuck me." You gasped.

"You wanted to cum like this?" He corrected you.

"Please."

"Not yet."

Eunseok rolled his hips even more as you grabbed onto his biceps. With every grind you felt your clit shock your body, feeling yourself come closer to cumming. Eunseok leaned down to kiss you as you were gasping and whining with every kiss he laid.

You felt yourself clench, face warming as you came. Your stiff muscles told Eunseok everything.

"Now I can fuck you." He kissed your cheek.

Eunseok began pulling both of your pajama bottoms off as he sat you on your kitchen table. Your cum was dripping onto the stained wood when he aligned his dick with your entrance.

Pushing in, you became a moaning mess. Your hand was gently rubbing your clit, often freezing in place from the amount of pleasure you were feeling from his cock stretching you out.

Leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I fuck you almost everyday and you're still so needy."

"Fuck, I am." You moaned, eyes shut tightly as Eunseok kissed your cheek. "I need your cock so badly."

Eunseok wrapped his hands along your shoulders pulling you closer to his as he thrusted into you, you gave a loud moan as he continued his rhythm.

"Fuck, Eunseok, fuck me."

"You're babbling nonsense." He smirked.

"You feel so good, keep going."

You were a mess, back arching as Eunseok continued plowing into you. He began rubbing your clit as your legs started folding around his waist. A few more thrusts and you were spasming around him.

You wrapped an arm around his neck as Eunseok leaned down to kiss you. You, moaning into the kiss, held him there. Even through the pulsing overstimulation, you let his continue pumping himself into you as Eunseok chased his high.

Cumming, Eunseok's head fell into your shoulder. Ragged breaths escaped him as he tried to gain composure.

"Did you change your shampoo?" He asked, face flushed as he looked up at you.

You laughed, falling back onto the table, "No."

"You smell different."

You stroked his hair, fixing it where it stood up before petting down the back of his head. Eunseok pulled out, he searched for your bottoms before pulling them up your legs. You both sat up, finding your clothing before returning to the kitchen to check on what was baking.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

As your weekend came to a close, you and Eunseok woke up on Monday holding each other. Eunseok's armed wrapped around you, hand cradling your head, as your leg was draped across his waist.

Eunseok's alarm clock was blaringly loud, jolting you two awake. Eunseok's hand tapped the top of the clock, snoozing it for another few minutes as he held onto you tighter.

"You need to wake up."

"Not yet." His head buried into your neck.

You laughed, "Should I wake up instead."

Eunseok kept his hold on you, "No way."

After some time, Eunseok begrudgingly got up and dressed for work. You stayed under the warm covers for a minute before getting up and throwing on a sweater.

"Too cold?" Eunseok asked, kissing your head as he walked towards your closet.

"A little." You crossed her arms, conserving at much warmth as you could.

Eunseok dressed in his usual uniform, straight slacks, button shirt, suit jacket, and a tie. Working in a 9-5 office job required this uniform. While it tired Eunseok everyday, you always found yourself more obsessed with your husband everyday after work. His wrinkled shirt, unbuttoned with a loose tie, he was irresistible to you.

Their day went as usual, you ran errands and Eunseok worked. You made a grocery run and bought ingredients for dinner. You hated hearing Eunseok mope about working so you decided to make him a special dinner, deciding on an alfredo pasta, one of his favorites.

Getting back home, you busied yourself with chores before Eunseok got back. Replacing burnt lightbulbs, cleaning out your fridge, tidying your bathroom.

You were looking through the mail as Eunseok entered through the front door.

"Ah, there you are."

"Welcome home." You smiled at him.

Eunseok was a little disheveled, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, unbuttoned shirt with a loose tie. Eunseok caught you staring before you could catch yourself.

"Are you okay?"

"You're really hot right now."

Eunseok laughed as he sat beside you, looking at the ads and bills sent to them. He'd taken a magazine and read through it before pointing something out to you. You leaned over and turned the tv on, setting it on a low volume before continuing to look through the mail.

Eunseok let his left hand rest on your thigh, his right hand holding a magazine he was reading through. Your eyes flicked down at his hand before trying to ignore it.

"They have the audacity to call these deals?" Eunseok said, leaning towards you to show the most outrageous sale from some department store.

As you leaned in to read what he was showing you, Eunseok's hand moved up to your inner thigh. Your eyes darted to his face, Eunseok looked at you as if he was doing nothing.

"Crazy times we live in." He commented.

They sat until it was around dinner time.

"Creamy pasta?" Eunseok gleamed at you.

"Your favorite." You smiled, you loved seeing Eunseok happy.

You two began cooking before Eunseok moved to set the table. You set the food down before Eunseok walked over to the mini bar, pouring a glass of wine for the two of you.

"Fancy." You said, taking your glass.

You ate together, talking and laughing, before retiring to your bedroom. Unlike some of your neighbors, you two weren't big drinkers. A few glasses of wine, you two began getting tipsy as you walked upstairs.

Eunseok was flushed, kissing along your face as you set him on the bed.

"I'm not drunk, just silly." He assured you.

"You sure are." You laughed, helping his out of his tie.

He pulled you down, kissing your face even more. You leaned in and kissed him back. His hands move to pull your shirt off, feeling the warm skin of your back.

"I wanna fuck you so bad." Eunseok confessed.

"Are you sober enough to fuck?"

Eunseok pffted at you, "Of course I am. I'm just feeling goofy."

His hands were rubbing along your hips and ass, feeling and squeezing the flesh. His hands felt hot as you were unbuttoning his shirt, mouths open and licking along each other. Pulling his shirt off, you moved your hands down his abs to unbuckle his belt.

"Don't tease me." Eunseok whined.

You kissed his cheek, slowly pulling his belt out of his pants, "You always tease me, why not do it back?"

He pulled your hips down onto his bulge, "I'm stronger than you."

"And I can last longer." you teased, slowly undoing his pants.

Throwing his bottoms off, Eunseok noticed how you were still dressed. Beginning to pull at your clothes, you moved his hands away.

"Not yet, baby boy."

Eunseok felt himself whine as he looked up at you.

You slowly took your shirt off, carefully sliding it off of your body before getting off of Eunseok to slide your pants down. Eunseok leaned on his elbows to watch you. Slowly pushed your panties down, a thick string of arousal connecting your core to your panties. The sight made Eunseok whine again. You threw the soiled underwear behind you as you climbed back into Eunseok's lap.

"You're bra." Eunseok said.

"Do you wanna take it off?"

"Yes." He fell back as his hands covered your breasts.

Feeling the soft fabric of your bra, he pushed your bra straps down as you leaned closer to help his unclasp it. The bra slid down your arms as you threw it off of the bed. Eunseok held your breasts in his palms.

They were always so soft and warm, perfectly fitting in his hands as you leaned back to hover over his dick. Eunseok's thumbs flicked over your nipples, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

You stayed still for a moment, hand going down to your core. Eunseok was confused at what you were doing, your fingers were rubbing yourself but it was more like you were collecting your cum.

Pulling your fingers away, you looked at your cum.

"I don't know."

"What?" Eunseok whined.

"Doesn't look like I'm in peak ovulation."

Eunseok grabbed at your hips as you tried moving off of him, "Please."

"Please?" You repeated.

"I need you so badly. Please fuck me." He confessed, feeling his cheeks warm.

"You need me to fuck you?"

"Please, y/n."

You smiled, "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't know you needed me that badly." Your voice dripping with faux worry.

You moved back in place, aligning him with your entrance as you sunk down onto Eunseok's dick.

"Yes." Eunseok moaned, feeling his fingers grip onto your hips tighter.

Beginning to bounce, you noticed how fucked out Eunseok looked.

His eyes were heavy lidded, a strong blush coloring his cheeks as he kept his mouth open with a slew of moans and whines escaping him.

"You feel good?" You asked him, just like he did to you.

"So good." He moaned.

You continued watching Eunseok, you never got this side of him. He was always on top or in the dominant position, you were the one babbling on his cock, never him pussy drunk.

"Touch me."

Eunseok, eyes glazed over, asked "Where."

"You know where." You had a smirk on her face.

His hand went to your core, rubbing your clit as you continued bouncing. You were lightly clenching around him with every rub against your clit. With this new stimulation, Eunseok felt himself come apart with every clench and squeeze from you.

"Y/n."

"I'm right here, baby."

He continued moaning as you rode him. His hips bucking upwards, trying to meet your bounces as he felt himself grow closer.

"I'm so close to cumming." He told you.

"You wanna cum?"

"So badly." He continued circling your clit, growing faster.

You bounced faster, bringing him to his high quicker. His hands gripped your hips as his nails dug into the flesh.

"Fuck, fuck." Eunseok chanted.

His hips continued thrusting upwards as he felt himself cum. Sitting down on him, you stayed in place, waiting for Eunseok of calm down. Seeing him regain composure,

"You're so cute."

"Am I?" He asked through puffs of breaths.

Slowly pulling off of him, "You are, so desperate for me." You leaned down to kiss him.

"You didn't cum." He noticed.

"Not yet, I was too obsessed with you." You kissed his neck.

"I can't let my wife not cum." He said, looking at you.

"How sweet, do you wanna finger me?"

Eunseok nodded, still gasping in his breaths.

You moved up the bed so Eunseok could easily finger you.

"Fuck, sit on my face." He said, seeing his cum drip out of you.

"You sure?"

"Yes." He stated.

Laying down onto his pillow, you moved to sit on him. His eager tongue stretching out to lick at You. You moaned as he began lapping at your pussy. You were already so close, feeling his tongue prod and flick at your clit brought you closer to the edge.

Rocking your hips along his face, Eunseok moved his hands up to rub your clit as he sucked his cum out of you. Your hips moving up to bump his nose along your clit before grinding along his tongue.

"Eunseok." You gasped.

His mouth stayed on your core, hands wrapped around your hips as he lifted his head to stay latched onto your pussy. Eunseok continued drinking you up as he rubbed your clit until you untensed above him. When he fell down onto the bed, you crawled down and fell onto his chest. Eunseok's arms wrapping around you as he felt for the blanket to wrap you two.

"That felt really good." Eunseok said, turning off one of the lamps.

"Can I be on top more?" You asked, eyes gleaming up at him.

"No, but it was nice."

[veryberryjelly]

OH MY GOD I LOVE THESE PROMPTS WTF CAN I REQUEST MORE THAN ONE!!!!! if not, still i would like to order a martini 🍸🌟 with a prompt number 103 for mr theodore nott my beloved

theo nott x reader

prompts ; ' kissing someone off their face '

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

if you weren't to be married in four days, you were sure your hen party would've been the highlight of your week.

your friends had opted to take you out to a local bar and then go out dancing and in the midst of darkness with the occasional flash of neon lights, you had all downed what your sober friend had calculated as 18 units of alcohol.

each.

so by the time you stumbled in through the door of your flat you were truly struggling to stand up straight, even with the aid of pansy under your arm.

" okay, sweetheart, let's get you into bed " she said, leading you towards the bedroom.

but it seemed you had other plans.

" nooo, i can't go to bed without teddy "

your whining elicited a laugh from the girl under your arm.

" i know, but he'll be home soon. enzo said they were leaving the club 15 minutes ago, so let's get you to bed and-"

" baby! you here ?"

the familiar timber of theo's voice flooded your flat and your smile grew.

pansy couldnt stop you from turning around and heading back to the door to find theo.

" teddy! "

and you found him with two boys with blurry faces flanking his sides.

all your drunk mind could focus on was theo in the middle of them and it seemed your feelings were reciprocated as he pushed the two boys off of him and stumbled straight towards you.

his arms wrapped around your neck and your looped around his torso, both of you swaying slightly where you stood.

you pulled back to look up at him but before either of your eyes could focus on the boy infront of you, a pair of lips were on yours and who were you to deny your beautiful fiancee.

the kiss was definitely sloppier than usual, but to both of you in your vodka fuelled minds, it was perfect.

" you can tap out, boys. i got this. i'm staying in their guest room tonight "

the next thing you heard was the sound of your front door closing.

" okay lovebirds, you've got your whole lives to do this but lets get you to bed "

you separated from theo but neither of you could wipe the shit eating grins from your drunk faces.

pansy lead the two of you through to your bedroom where you both promptly fell against the mattress in a pile of giggles.

when you felt a pair of hands pulling you from a mattress you whined softly, instinctively reaching for the boy still on the bed.

" once we get your makeup off, you can jump back in bed, but i won't be responsible for you having a pimple on your wedding day "

even in your drunk haze you knew she was right.

you didnt want a pimple on your face on the day of your wedding.

so you let her sit you on the closed toilet and wipe the makeup from your face before applying a few products you were too drunk to identify.

but when you were finally done, she lead you back out to your bed and let you collapse down on the mattress.

like a pair of magnets, both you and theo gravitated towards eachother in the centre of the mattress, your head dropping to his chest and his arms winding around you.

the only other sound aside from the rustling of the sheets beneath you was the bedroom door closing as pansy left.

and after that there was silence for a little while.

the last thing you heard before you fell into a slumber was theo.

" i love you, beautiful girl. "

[rationaliity]

library | dr ratio blurb ( 18+ )

exhibitionism, free use, degradation ( whore, bitch, slut, harlot, ect. ) dirty talking, afab anatomy, mean ratio, fuckin in the library, petplay if you squint, ratios really fucking horny, slight mind break but not really

ratio doesn't know how to properly relieve himself when he's overstressed. so it builds up inside of him until it overflows in an explosion. unfortunately, that usually means you get caught in the crossfire.

" is this what you want, you pathetic little bitch ? " ratio snarls into your ear, his voice low and dangerous as he pressed your body up against the back wall of the library, his strong arms holding you up, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he guided your hips, practically fucking your body on his cock like you were just a toy for him to use. " do you get off on being used like this ? is this your idea of pleasure ? "

you threw your head back, your hands clamping down on your mouth as you stifled your own moans, your body bouncing in tandem with his as he fucked you mercilessly. you were trying so hard to be quiet, but with the way that he was pounding into you, you couldn't help the moans that spilled from your lips. " f-fuck..! " you whimpered, your voice muffled by your hand, " i-i'm sorry.. i really am..! bu-but i love being your slut..! " drool slipped past your hands onto your chest, dampening the shirt that you were still wearing. you leaned against the wall you were pushed against, your eyes rolling back slightly from all of the pleasure while he fucked you dumb. " keep your voice down, you insufferable harlot, " ratio punctuated his words with a sharp slap on your ass, causing you to yelp out in pain, your body tensing underneath his touch. " we wouldn't want anyone to see you in this state, now would we ? you're not exactly being discreet. "

despite telling you to be quiet, he continued to thrust into you, his grip on your hips tightening as he scowled at you, " maybe i should take you to the park and let the whole world see what a fucking slut you are. maybe i'll put a collar on you and walk you around with a leash so everyone knows exactly who owns your slutty fucking body. i'll make you beg for my cock in front of everyone. "

your body reacted instinctively to his suggestions, your heart beat racing as his words spurred you on. the idea of crawling on your hands and knees behind him like a stupid dog was too much, your slick dripped down onto the floor below you and coated his thighs, painting a perverted picture inside of the library. you couldn't think of anything other than the pleasure in your tummy as he fucked you, his grip on your hips tightening, driving you against the wall with each stroke.

" you like that idea, huh ? you really are a slut, getting turned on by the thought of being exposed, of being used so publicly. " ratio's thrusts got sloppier, his grip on his own demeanor failing him. for such a composed and stoic man, he really lost himself when overstressed from work, and you were the perfect little fucktoy to get his mind off of his job. " just.. keep being good for me and take my cock like the dirty little whore you are. "

the sound of your bodies slapping together and your pathetic little moans filled the otherwise silent library. you loved being used like this, fucked by ratio like you were only good to take his cock and shut up. " a-ah..! i'm gonna cum, please, please ! just a little more, please make your fucktoy cum ! " you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, the familiar coil in your lower tummy threatening to consume you. you could feel the tip of his cock hit the entrance to your womb with every thrust, his cock stretching your needy little hole out to the max.

ratio let out a low growl in between his grunts, his eyes locked on your desperate face. he can feel your tightness squeezing his cock, your body trembling. " do you want to be filled, to have it spill out of you and onto the floor for anyone who passes by to see ? then beg for it, you insatiable slut. " he commands, his eyebrows knitted together as the pleasure built within him. he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, but he still wanted to hear your pathetic voice beg for him.

embarrassment flooded through you, but it wasn't strong enough to stop you from complying with his commands, your lips parting as you let out a desperate plea for him. " please- please, i need it so bad. i need to be filled by you, veritas. i'm so close- pl-please cum inside of me and make a mess of my slutty body. "

" such a greedy little slut, aren't you ? " his eyes locked onto your flushed face, your hands still covering your mouth but doing so little to cover your helpless moans. " you want to cum, do you ? then let go. that's it, cum for me. "

with his blessing, the dam inside of you broke free, your orgasm washed over you with an alarming intensity, making your toes curl as your body milked his cock, pushing him closer and closer to his edge until he tipped over it. you could feel his cock throb inside of you, pulsing as he fucked you through his orgasm, his head resting on the wall as he panted.

ratio pulled out of you, his arms feeling pretty weak but he was still managing to hold you up until he could sit you on your own two shaky feet, making sure you didn't step into the wet mess on the floor. " we should probably clean up, " he commanded curtly, his eyes flickering over your spent and used form, a slight smile of satisfaction and relief on his face. " and then unlock the library's front door. "

[krewekreep]

When he grabs your neck while drilling in you from behind. Curving you into a messy kiss. For a moment he releases his tight grip on your hips and softens his thrust the slightest bit. He deepens the kiss wrestling your tongue with his as he moves his hands to massage your breasts. You were overstimulated, no longer able to kiss him back you open your mouth for him and he growls moving one hand to choke you as the other fixates on your nipples. He’s giving his all to you and you receive it gratefully. It’s not usual for him to treat you with so much attention, so much neediness. You watched him with Fuck drunk eyes as his were closed intensely, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked as if he were scowling. His mouth rabid and unfocused against yours while plunging in you from behind. The slightest glimpse of a moan escapes him before reeling himself back in. To not lose to you in a battle only he had in his mind, he pulled you away by the hair pushing you into the mattress. He was never incredibly gentle with you but you felt as if this time he had to remind himself to remain dominant. Since you’d been under his care (kinda held hostage) he eased you into the idea of him ravishing you with sexual flirtations and promised that succumbing to him wouldn’t be all that bad. He enjoyed toying with you gradually increasing physical intimacy until you were a crumbling mess fighting against the pleasure escaping your throat as his fingers explored your warm hole. He took extra pleasure in making you fall for him and would never admit his amusement was laced in a desire to genuinely keep you.

As he continued to thrust into you he raised one leg up firmly planting it on the bed creating a deep impression that showed all he had to hold back when dealing with you. He knew his world crushing strength and unlike what anyone would think, took consideration of its usage. Yet, there were times like now as he’s almost struggling to pull out given the hot squeeze of your walls on his dick. He knew he was nearing his edge, having made you cum 3 times already. This last go round was for him. Your face and body blush, shivering as you hear him grunting ever so quietly. It turned you on to no end and began, with what little you had to give, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts in a loud slick clapping. His moans grew louder as he quickly apprehended your arms holding them behind your back. This image of submission almost made him lose it. His thrust became punishing and you gave up just allowing him to slide you mercilessly up and down his dick. He forgot himself completely. “Ah- you’re so obedient Y/N.” You moan in wanting more praise. Knowing that you’ve grown fond of that he continues, “Mmm my little captured one.” His pace almost brutal as your eyes are falling to the back of your head and drool has slipped out of your mouth onto the bed and your torso.

You can feel how he spreads you with every hit to your core. His pace was becoming sloppier and you knew he was about to cum and fill you as much as he could. He grabs at your hair again pulling back up into a kiss. Your belly tightens and in an instance you push yourself flush on his dick cumming so hard your entire body shakes. His pace has stopped and still holding you by the hair he chuckles and without a word shoots his load into you. He watched you with a certain amusement as he feels his own fluid coating your walls and him. He pumps into you about four times. You were his official cum bucket and he wouldn’t admit how much he loved watching it leak out of you. He kisses you again, more than ever before especially during sex. But he’s still himself as he pulls out with no regard, a loud suction-esque sound that sends a shiver of pain through you. You were spent of all energy barely able to keep your eyes open hanging helplessly onto him. He brushed a finger over your forehead lightly, again amused at how easy for him it is to forget humans are fragile and weak. Not when you take him like a demon yourself. While he has the mind to fill you up some more he decided wearing you out too bad would mean a longer recovery time later. Although called many things in that respect he couldn’t be that cruel, not to you. It is only ever worth while when you practically are begging on hands and knees for him to fuck you. But your tear stricken, snot nosed, drooled covered face, the red marks on you of him forgetting himself too many times, and the sleep (by the deep rise and cave of your chest) meant it was much needed. Much deserved. He relaxed into a position where you were cradled in his lap and watched you thinking over all the presents and gifts he would collect for you. Or whether you’d need a slave assistant. Or the heart of your enemies. And you relaxed into his embrace easily unaware of your capter’s growing obsession and dire need to keep you all to himself.

Who: Sukuna, Madara, Dracula, Alucard (Hellsing), Sephiroth, Aizen, Kenpachi + any other mean fucks

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