#they gotta move at their own pace

[burrythebusy]

Unlike ssmy, I think I'd actually prefer it if hrkg didn't miss immediately when they get together. If anything, I'd love if we see that get built up too, like they WANNA kiss each other but they're too overwhelmed to actually do it, so they start with cheek or forehead or hand kisses instead... I'd eat that up

[moe-broey]

BABY ALERT FRESHLY OBTAINED BABY. Moe immediately makes fun of Alfonse for being Bad At It (interacting with A Child) then just as quickly shoves off ALL major interactions with The Child to Sharena, who is ALL too thrilled to take up the task she has ALWAYS wanted to be a big sister 😊😊😊😊😊😁😁😁✨✨✨ In a previous life Moe did do a summer camp gig but that's irrelevant.

[waywardsalt]

with my phantom hourglass replay, there are two things i noticed;

a possible theme you could glean from the game is action vs inaction, and i think it's especially prevalent before you even leave mercay the first time, with oshus frequently urging link to not go after the ghost ship, then to just wait until the broken bridge is fixed, and seems reluctant at every turn while link and ciela are more than eager to go and do something about this problem, and the people of mercay in general talking about things and their problems but never seeming to act on their fears or desires, as well as the mention that due to the ghost ship, very very few people are still sailing around, while linebeck is one of the only people we see in the game actively going after the ghost ship and still sailing around. i might make a longer post just talking more about the action vs inaction in phantom hourglass but i just noticed it a bit and thought it was a bit of an interesting sort of theme you could find in the game.

linebeck moves so fucking much. i think he moves more than any npc in the rest of the game. not just in his intro cutscene where he is very animated, just in how much he moves when just standing in his little idle post, it's damn near distracting when the camera is focused on him, he moves a lot. i don't think i've really acknowledged how much he moves, and it really gives the impression that he's antsy or eager to get going, both of which fit him pretty well with how he acts.

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

Does cherry have any lore :0

Yep !!! Here's like a pic of my notes bc I am not writing all that shit out

Tldr when she got foundt out abt being a mutant and her parents capitalized on it, she resented them always getting tested on like she was some animal, she never felt like she had her own autonomy, until she was 20 with her little boy toy (ex boyfriend) they were known to explore and move around from apartment to apartment until he was like "Hey my uncle is up in Canada, u wanna come with" and she was like ofc, but in Canada they broke up. Deciding to stay that's were she lives now, she is watched by the x-men tho just to keep their eyes peeled to see if she can do anything. But she's wades neighbor!! They became close and yada yada

[vaguely-concerned]

I've written 5000 words of lucanis and rye fic the last two days and the only reason the wip isn't even longer yet is probably that my brain turns into useless ash and blows away for the day once it's channeled the lightning bolt of writing energy for a couple of hours and needs to sleep before it can stand up to another onslaught.

[robinsnest2111]

it's looking more and more likely that just submitting to my parents' will and becoming a hollow empty shell to do their bidding is the easier way to exist

[dullahandyke]

tshirt that says 'bad at watching things'

[illjustpretend]

man baldurs gate may be my game of the year

That's so hard to admit considering tears of the kingdom also launched this year. And it blew my socks off too. It's a marvel of game design. And I haven't even gotten to play starfield yet...

But baldurs gate is in another ball park for me. Because I've been playing since early access, I've had so much time to form a comfortable nostalgic attachment to many aspects of the game.

Plus because it's more niche in its appeal (than Zelda at least), following the development cycle, watching the player base grow and interacting with the community has really felt like a more connected experience. Certainly more connected than waiting in silence for 6 years for totk (not a dig, honestly it's fine and I get it).

AND it's one of the few games in a long time I've been able to actually play with my IRL friends. It's just basically the perfect recipe.

I can sing Larian's praises all day but I can't say anything that hasn't been said a million times already. If you haven't played this game yet, PLEASE DO IM BEGGING

[adamarks]

Ep 4fun and games is literally my favourite episode of the entire series. It’s so fucking good it’s just fantastic television

[suqqubus]

tifu by telling my ex I’m pregnant

[monstersholygrail]

New City, New Life

5k celebration ‘Choose your own adventure’ story

Wolf Hybrid x fem!reader— free use city, olfactophilia, semi-public sex, oral (f!receiving), marking, biting, knotting

You stop the moving truck just outside of your brand new house. Ducking your head you check it out through the window and nod appreciatively. It looked a lot better than it did online! Though for the surprisingly low price you got for an entire house you wouldn’t have complained about whatever it looked like. But you scored great for not viewing the house in person before buying it and moving to a whole other city you had never heard of let alone been to.

Was that pretty stupid of you? Sure! But you can’t exactly regret it when this is the outcome. And besides, you needed a change of pace from the monotony of your old life. You needed a new adventure. An unknown city, your own house, and a change in work was just the start, you were positive.

When that mysterious headhunter came to you a few months ago with the opportunity of a lifetime, it couldn’t have come at a better time. It was like something in the universe knew you were having a rough time and needed to leave. So you took the risk and packed up your entire life. It all happened so fast you didn’t even get the chance to do any of your own research on the neighborhood, the city, or your new job. All you had to go on was the brochures the headhunter sent.

Again, was it stupid? Nah, you’re sure it’ll all work out for the best.

But as you flip the latch and push up the tailgate to reveal the moving truck full of boxes that you alone have to move, you start to second guess your statement. You really should’ve hired that Minotaur Moving Company the headhunter suggested. You can handle this. You can totally… totally… hand this.

“Hey, neighbor!” A voice calls, startling you out your daunting thoughts.

You lean to look over the side of the truck and are instantly blown away by the sight in front of you. A sexy ass Wolf Hybrid walks down the sidewalk toward you. His muscles bulging and straining against his tight button up shirt. His slacks not hiding anything he’s got going on downstairs. The smirk on his face is absolutely panty-dropping and you feel yourself go weak in the knees from it. More than ready to drop down and him do whatever he wants to you.

“Moving in?” He asks instead of immediately taking you right then and then. For a second you’re disappointed before you realize this is the real world and people don’t have sex with people they’ve just met… right?

“Yeah, yeah. Gotta bring in all these boxes, gonna take so long,” you say, your voice sounding breathier than you meant it to.

The Wolf Hybrid’s eyes flash but before you can read the expression it’s gone and that friendly neighbor persona is back on. He looks into the truck and scoffs as if it’s nothing.

“Let me help you with that then!”

Before you can pretend to resist, claiming he doesn’t need to help before he insists in a way that would have your panties gushing, he swings himself up into the truck. The words immediately die on your tongue as you see him pick up a heavy box like it’s nothing. Oh, well I guess your panties are getting soaked either way.

You swear that the Wolf Hybrid can tell you’re already turned on as he inhales deeply just as he passes you. But thankfully he doesn’t say a thing and heads up your porch, waiting with a wagging tail for you to open up your house to him. You exchange polite greetings as you walk inside with him and get started.

The two of your work together pretty well. Walking back and forth between the truck and the house. You can’t help but let your gaze linger on him and the way he moves. And every time you look at him you catch him looking back, his heated gaze raking over your form.

The tension grows thicker with each box you both carry. While the Wolf Hybrid forces you to stay away from the heavy boxes, only allowing you to lift the light ones. It only serves to increase the tension and turn you on even more. Still, you both manage to work up quiet the sweat by the time the moving truck is almost empty.

You sigh heavily as you push yourself back up into the truck. Heading all the way down to the front to look for another box to carry in. Just as you reach down to pick up a box of throw pillows, two clawed hands dig into your plush waist and a sharp gasp falls past your lips. You freeze in place, questioning why your pussy clenches down around nothing.

“Think I’m finally gonna fuck you now, sweetheart, ‘k?” The Wolf Hybrid growls, his chest molding to your back. His snout nuzzles into your throat and down into your shirt. He inhales deeply, a rumble moving through his chest as your musk washes over him. “You’re finally ripe ‘nough f’me.”

With a quick jerk of his hands, he’s shucking off your pants. You jump a second later as his snout presses deeply against your slit, rubbing his nose back and forth, smelling all of you. You moan softly, your mind fading away before you can question what the hell is happening. This is what you wanted this whole time after all. Can’t complain now. And you surely won’t as his long prickly tongue joins in, lapping up the mess your slick left on your pussy.

“So fucking drenched for me already. I think you’ll fit in around here just fine,” he rasps as he latches onto your clit and gives it a teasing suck that has sparks shooting through your core.

You go to finally ask what he’s been on about, and why the fact that you’re a soaked mess for him would mean you’d fit in, but in a flash he’s standing up and kicking your legs out to spread for him. His fat tip pushes against your entrance and your jaw drops, tongue lolling out at his sheer girth. His cock splitting you open in two as he pushes his big cock all the way inside your desperate pussy.

“N-nngh! Fuuuck. So fucking tight for me. Glad I got to you first. With a pussy this good you’re gonna be busy in a city like this,” the Wolf Hybrid growls out, his claws digging into your waist.

You can barely hear him over the ringing in your ears. But none of it matters anyway as he uses his grip and immediately starts spearing his shaft deep inside your sloppy cunt, over and over again. The only sound that registers now is your own moans as he fucks you brainless.

The truck shakes with the force of his thrusts and you hold onto the boxes in front of you for dear life as he takes you on a wild ride. His cock glides along your gummy walls, igniting your every nerve as he hits those spots inside you that have you seeing stars. Loud cries leave you but you can’t seem to give a fuck if anyone hears. They should hear how good you’re feeling right now.

“God, yes! Take it! Take my cock, darling. Gonna have to get used to this after all. And I’ll be more than happy to help you adjust.”

You cry out louder, your throat aching with the strength of the noises leaving you. You desperately try and rock back and meet his thrusts but the Wolf Hybrid snarls, his claws digging even deeper into your hips. He leans over you and his fangs are sinking into your flesh a moment later. Keeping you perfectly still for him as he slams his length into your depths, his tip kissing your womb with every thrust.

The onslaught of one sensation after the other has every single one of your atoms quivering with anticipation. Your toes curl as he reaches down, flicking your clit just right, and a second later you’re freezing up as your orgasm crashes through you.

Wolf Hybrid roars as your precious pussy clamps down on him. He continues to thrust into you, swinging his hips back and forcing his knot inside you with a slick pop. The sudden stretch prolongs your orgasm and makes you scream in delight. He cums not long after you, his knot expanding inside you as he pumps load after load of hot cum straight into your wrecked womb.

“If I hadn’t already said it, welcome to the neighborhood,” he says breathlessly in your ear.

After his knot had gone down, he slipped out of you and the two of you finished carrying the boxes in. Well, more like you laid on your couch while he carried the rest in because you couldn’t seem to walk for the life of you. He offered to stay, help you clean up and look after you till you could walk again, but you politely declined. You started your new job in the morning after all.

As you leave your house the next morning, body still a bit sore from the best fuck of your life, you realized you had a tiny issue. Your car was being driven down by a friend from your old city but it wasn’t here yet. You had to get to work somehow.

Looking off to the side you spot your neighbor in their driveway and your cheeks tinge pink. He was with a couple of his friends and it seemed like they were on their way somewhere. His friends appearing to be an Orc, a Naga, and another wolf. You could always ask them for a ride. Or maybe you shouldn’t bother your neighbor after what happened yesterday. You could always take the bus. Except… you have no idea where the station is. Well, you could always walk. Maybe stop for some coffee along the way.

[moe-broey]

Anyways I don't wanna get too distracted (already distracted always distracted) I GOTTA. I GOOTA. ????? Yeah.

[mostly-imagines]

The Morning After The Venus Drug

You wake to an ache that runs straight through your muscles and into your bones. Your eyelids feel weighted as you try to blink yourself to consciousness, the fabric of the pillowcase an unexpectedly tough barrier.

You lay on your stomach, bed sheets pooling around your waist. You recognize the weight of Jason’s arm over you before you see him, hair tousled and face scrunched up against your same pillow.

His cheeks are flushed pink and he’s still perspired, but he looks peaceful. You press the back of your hand to his forehead, frowning at the heat you’re met with.

You try your hardest to unwrap his arm from around your torso without waking him, an action that requires far more energy than you were hoping to capitulate to. But that movement turns out to be nothing compared to the ache felt when you try to move your legs.

A slight shift has you immediately stilling, the soreness between your legs proving to be more severe than anticipated. You stifle a groan, slowly pushing yourself to sit up. You have to take a moment to rest your muscles as your legs hang limp over the side of the bed.

Your legs are shaky and unstable as you try to stand and you nearly fall back onto the bed. You need a few practice steps before you’re able to pick up any actual pace towards the door.

You sit on the side of the tub while you clean yourself up, the skin of your thighs almost too tender to bear the ruggedness of the rag. You can’t be sure of how many rounds you went last night, but if you’re in this kind of shape, he must be worse off.

On your way to toss the used cloth in favor of a new one, a glance in the mirror has you double-taking. The hickies scattered across your neck and collarbone are blossoming dark and to be expected. However, the sight of bruises littered across your waist and hips draw some extra attention. They don’t hurt, really, the marks mostly bring forth warm feelings.

But you know that Jason won’t feel the same upon discovering them, so you figure it's best to cover them up for now.

You quietly shuffle through the bedroom drawers and pull out one of his gray shirts that’s even a little big on him. It drowns you out, more than enough to cover your rembrandts from last night.

The floorboards creak as you make your way to the kitchen, steps stiff and awkward. The warm orange light flowing in from the living room curtains is soothing, if not far too bright.

With a restrained pull, you pop the fridge open, careful not to let the unseal make too much noise. You collect a bottle of water and dampen the extra rag with cool water from the faucet.

You tiptoe back to the bedroom, supplies in hand. The mattress springs squeak slightly as your weight returns to them.

One hand comes to rest on Jason’s back as water from the washcloth drips down your other arm. “Hey,” you trace nonsense patterns into his skin, hoping the sensation will be enough to rouse him like it usually is.

But he doesn’t so much as stir, still breathing deeply. “Jay?” you shake him lightly, “You gotta wake up, baby.”

His eyes squeeze shut harder and a groan reverberates from deep in his throat. “Fuck…”

“Hey pretty boy,” you murmur, brushing his hair back. His face burrows further into the pillow as his hand comes up to blindly search for your thigh, kneading your skin once he finds you. “How you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a train,” he croaks, turning his head hesitantly into the light to look at you. He squints as he takes in the sight of you, slowly shifting onto his back. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head tenderly, “Just sore.” You hold the water out to him, “Here.”

He looks at the water, then back to you. You huff, “Just drink it. I’ll have some after.”

He perches himself up on his elbow, taking the bottle from your hand with a pout. He chugs down three gulps before pushing the drink back in your hands expectantly. You feel his eyes on you as you take your own sips, only moving to sit up completely when he’s satisfied with your hydration.

He grunts as he adjusts his muscles to the new position, holding a hand out. “Lemme see you.”

“I’m alright,” you tell him, trying to mitigate his worry before it begins.

But his face only sterns, voice becoming serious. “Then let me see you.”

You’re ready to argue more to save him from the sure-to-come guilt, but he tugs your shirt up anyway, blinking a few times to get a clearer look at your skin.

Delicate hands come to hold you by the sides of your ribs, nudging you this way and that to examine the bruises littered across your skin. “Oh fuck, baby..”

He leans in close, running featherlight touches over the marks. “I don’t…” his chest drops, “I don’t remember doing that.”

You nod in understanding, taking his hands in yours and pulling them away from your body. “They don’t hurt. I like seeing them.”

He peers up at you skeptically and you nod again. “I like them. A lot. I like anything you give me.”

He closes his eyes and drops his head, “I should give you nicer things. Less painful.”

You gently push his face up to look at yours, keeping hold of his cheeks. “You do give me nice things,” you tell him before pressing a slow kiss to his lips. You rest your forehead against his, “But I like the rougher things too. Especially when I get them while you’re feeling good.”

His hands cover yours, moving them back down and turning them so he can hold them properly. “You’re okay?”

“I’m better than okay. Can guarantee I’m feeling better than you are anyways.” You pull back, scanning over his flushed face. You pick up the rag from your now considerably wet thigh, dabbing his forehead with it. “You look overheated.”

He relaxes a bit against the coolness, “Yeah, the effects of the toxin take a little while to wear all the way off. It’s not so bad anymore though.”

You nudge him to lay back down, draping the cloth over his head. He looks over you fondly as you lay a light kiss on his collarbone before tucking yourself into his side with closed eyes.

[nottsangel]

TEN. forced breeding — toxic!theo

warnings — smut 18+. dubcon. vaginal sex. forced breeding. creampie. toxic behaviour (duh!). you are responsible for your own media consumption.

kinkmas mlist. moodboard. more.

“look at you. such a good little slut f’me, huh?” theo growls, his thrusts deep and precise with his body weight on top of you, your own body trapped underneath him. you instinctively wrap your legs around his muscular torso, allowing him to go even deeper.

“mhm, all yours” you breathlessly murmur in response, your hazy eyes barely open with your head caged between his strong arms, like a predator trapping its prey. of course you’re all his, and theo would do anything to keep it that way. you’re his girl, his obsession, his property.

“yeah?” one of his hands trail down to your waist, possessively gripping the flesh and pulling your body against his thrusts, his lips sensually nibbling on your earlobe. “gonna cum so deep inside of you, give you my babies.”

weak, unconvincing ‘no’s slip from your swollen lips, your eyes snapping wide open as theo smirks in amusement, feeling your legs still wrapped around his body. his hand roughly grips your flushed face, holding you still as you try to shake your spinning head, his icy, darkened eyes staring right into yours.

“you’re gonna be mine forever, alright?” the harsh words seep into your ears like a dangerously sweet poison, making you crave more even though you know deep down you shouldn’t. you‘re nowhere near ready to be a mother— far from it. yet at the same time, you can’t seem to push him away, the way his cock hits the deepest parts within you making you yearn for even more.

“theo… we can’t—”

“oh, but we fucking can. and i will. you won’t be able to stop me.”

with one hand, he pins your wrists above your head as he suddenly increases his pace. he clearly doesn’t give a single fuck about your pleasure or orgasm— his only goal is to fill you up as much as possible, painting your walls white with his cum. and then he does, as you feel a familiar warmth pooling inside of you, and hear theo’s low, animalistic groans right in your ear.

“fuck baby, that’s it.” theo then abruptly pulls out of you, and quickly replaces his coated cock with his fingers, roughly pushing them into your sensitive cunt. you wince at the sudden, unexpected intrusion of his digits moving inside of you, causing you to squirm against him in discomfort.

“shhhh, calm the fuck down, will you? gotta make sure it stays inside, all of it.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

reminder: reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! ♡

[screampied]

Omg hi can I request like a loving, cozy, domestic pronebone with Suguru?? Like he’s just like “shh be quiet Satoru is in the room next door we can’t wake him up” while pressing adoring kisses to the back of your neck omg😵‍💫

trying to keep quiet with suguru ★

cw. fem! reader, prone bone, unprotected, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise

“. . . shhhh,” he’d shush against the corner of your ear, presenting you deep low strokes. a winded gasp wretches from your throat as a palm of geto’s glues against your mouth. he’s so deep, a free hand of his ghosts against the backsides of your spine. an eye roll overtakes your pupils as he’s giving you such righteous hits against your yawning core. geto’s weight just narrowly hovers over you as he’s pressed right up against you, spit slicked lips of yours gnaw and gnash together before you whine again. “gotta be quiet sweetheart. unless you want ‘toru to hear us. you want him to hear how sloppy you are f’me, hm?”

craning your head slowly, you shake a sweet little no and he chuckles, a kiss going against the crown of your head. “so cute,” he purrs in a husky tone, a hand of his gripping against the very edges of your arced hips. fingertips of his dance alongside the very curvature of your body — he takes pride in the way your body responds to him. you’re flinging back and forth, forward against the screeching mattress. geto’s skin, coated with a sweetened sheet of sweat sticks against your own m with each ruthless thrust. “ugh, h-hey, are you licking my palm? mhm, such a filthy girl.”

you were,

with the flatness of your tongue, it lathers against the very center of geto’s palm — tasting the insipid areas of his hand. it follows the creasing flexion lines that runs against his skin.

not before long, you dig your teeth into his hand as your muffled moans vibrate against his luscious tasting flesh. “ah, let me guess. you wanna suck on my fingers too, baby?”

“mmf, y- yes,” you whine as he momentarily departs his hand away. a nice trail of spit looks almost adhesive, its stickiness pastes against his hand as he pries his hand away from your wet mouth. geto’s sharpened hips still deeply drilling into you in the background. your loving hole flutters as you’re just vigorously being pounded beneath the sheets, each wheezing gasp that snatches from your lungs feels like it’s going to be its last. “pleaseee.”

“my pretty girl,” he whispers, the head of his cock never refusing to hit the right angle. with an easy direction of his fingers attaching to your hips, he makes you raise your torso upward to reach more bottomless areas. oh, your mouth forms into the letter ‘o’ at the way he’s stuffing you full of shaft. it’s almost mouth watering,

it is mouth watering.

as you bury your head into the crook of your elbow, geto leans in to place a few kisses near the indenting lines of your back. “look at this gorgeous body,” he purrs, his hips ultimately slowing its maddened pace down — yet despite his tempo suddenly losing its quickened haste, geto’s chest deflates. as he’s leaning up closer to you, his ravened locks of his dance graze up your shoulders as he moves.

back and forth, back and forth,

his rhythm was purely enticing. your jaw aches a bit from how it’s just idly hanging open before he showers you with more delicate kisses.

this time near your neck.

geto’s slow and precise. he starts by your nape, a tongue gradually rolling out to get a taste of your saline, salty skin.

“can never get enough of your taste, fuck,” he murmurs, you’re still plugged in with a good amount of his dick. geto’s so full, swollen rotund balls of his continues to cuff and cuff and cuff against your slick pussy. your ears knell from the never ending paps your own arousal sings as a response. “open wide, baby. get my fingers wet.”

not even seconds later, your lips happily part in preparation for geto to stuff his thickened fingers into your drooling mouth. he grins, already telling how eager you were—milliseconds leisurely passes by and you’re already relishing in the taste of two of his digits curling inside of your mouth.

“thaaat’s it, get it wet ‘cause i want a taste too when you’re done.”

your long lashes flutter against your own eyes as geto starts to pick up his pace again. his other hand still grips onto your waist as he feels your ass writhe against him. fuck, he’s getting closer and closer by the second. geto groans from how you stick against him — he’s already given you a sweet velvety load already. obsidian-black irises of his leer down at the lewd scene at bay. you’re trying to keep up with his pace, but his girth. the wide end stretch alone has you hearing plethora amounts of fuzz pour out of your ears. “s-shit, you’re so perfect arched over for me, sweets..”

with a tongue still lolling around, you merely prevent yourself from gagging once you feel the tips of his digits prod against the very roof of your mouth. just a few inches away from your uvula, a sheeny trail of saliva starts to dribble down your chin before he leans in to kiss you more against your neck.

geto even creates a little trail of kisses . .

numerous times, the warmth of his lips makes your cunt twitch up in total desperation.

trying your best to stay quiet, a loud roaring whimper tugs out of your throat at the head of his cock thwacks repeatedly against your g-spot. you gasp, two fingers of his falling out of your mouth before you’re just pornographically moaning again and again. “f- fuck, right there sugu. hngh.”

“this spot, yeah i know pretty,” and he’s heaving right with you. the undersides of the bed resumes to grate and screech in harmony. he pauses for a bit, popping his own two wet fingers into his mouth. he hums at your taste, relishing in it entirely. so sweet. as geto’s body lingers over you, your ass continuously rebounds against his. a sharp throaty rasp slides out of his lips and he hisses. “gonna cum, f-fuck, ‘m gonna stuff you so full again.”

“i- inside, sugu,” you whine as he gently delves his teeth into the left juncture of your collarbone. it was all exposed—he couldn’t help but leave a little piercing mark from his pearly white canines. geto loves getting carried away and smothers your entire skin with his own homemade moist, needy kisses. airy hot breath collides against your skin, sending you various shivers before you feel your pussy throb. it’s throbbing only divides and multiplies. he hits you in every angle, the curve of his dick ruptures through you and you moan as you feel the arch in your back perk upward. “don’t miss, wan’ it s’bad, want you.”

“i want you too,” he huffs, though with a deep voice — his voice sounds a bit shaky, a bit needy..

maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, but you were almost positive geto just whined for you. you had him so sensitive, his jaw tightens as he continues to ram his fat cock into your compressing, dense walls.

the bed’s sobbing from the hefty weight wringing against the furniture. the same creaking sensations reverbs throughout your ears and the room itself before within seconds. he’s dumping yet another oozy load into you.

with a sleazy wry grin, geto toots your hips up and he starts to grind against you.

your head’s pressing against the silky reddened crimson sheets before you grow quiet. huffs and puffs were the only noises that could be heard, as well as geto’s whimpering that subsides as he starts to finish his longing high. “god, you always know how to m-milk the shit out of me,” he hoarsely titters, wrapping a good amount of fingers around his twitching shaft. geto fists his cock as he’s still gushing a sizable portion of cum into your rapacious hole. still being a tease, you rub up against his lap as you’re still bent over, feeling his hands trail against the very curvature areas your ass. “huh, want more, do ya?”

“don’t stop, sugu,” you mewl out in a desperate plea, craving for more of his seed. it trickles down between your thighs, leaving you so sticky, a mess.

his mess,

geto can’t help but smear the fat of his thumb over your emitting entrance. the print of his finger ghosts against your gooey slit.

the gooey warm cum that streams down and outside your slit makes him groan. “i’ll never stop, baby. y-you can milk me for as much as you’d like,” he pants, preparing to realign himself again. “now let me,” he pants, the entirety of his lungs inhaling air from each second. his lips press against your neck for a final time before he whispers. “let me love you, baby. bend back over f’me, ‘m not done with this gorgeous body yet.”

[tfwbluu]

PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader

WARNINGS — reader tries taking control but dom!riki at the end tho, reader’s younger; some use of oppa, sucking him off while he’s playing games on call, raw sex (stay safe!), choking, drooling, cockwarming, he calls her slut once, cum eating (?).

WORDCOUNT — 0.8K

NOTE — finally have some free time to work on this (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ) not beta or proofread, lmk if i missed anything in warnings ! it’s a bit shorter than my usual but yems hope its fine.

You were bored out of your mind, tossing and turning in Riki’s bed while he played games with his members. The clicking of his keyboard and the sound of their conversation were the only noises filling the room. You had tried convincing him to come to bed with you, but nothing seemed to work.

Growing frustrated, you finally decided to approach him. He paid you no attention as you settled quietly beneath his desk, resting your cheek gently on his knee. The small action caught his attention for a brief moment, but he quickly refocused on the game, leaving you pouting in frustration.

As much as you wanted to deny it, you were feeling needy—and the sight of him in grey sweats wasn’t helping. Teasingly, you let your hand trail over to his thighs, your touch slowly moving upward to brush against his soft length. You felt it stir under your hand, gradually coming to life as it hardened.

You heard him try to stifle a groan, and the sound only encouraged you to continue. Tugging at the hem of his sweats, you waited for him to lift his hips, which he did to make it easier for you. Once his cock was bare, you teasingly took it in your hand, giving gentle kitten licks to the tip. Riki tried his best to stay focused on his game, but his shallow breathing betrayed him. You wrapped your lips around the tip, drawing a soft moan from him.

“You okay, Riki?” a voice asked from his headset.

“Y-yeah, just hit my knee against the desk,” he replied shakily, glancing down at you.

Your teasing puppy eyes met his, and you continued your ministrations, moving your mouth farther down his length as you bobbed your head up and down. One of your hands slipped lower, attending to your own growing arousal. You hummed against him, sending vibrations through his body, causing him to twitch as you continued teasing, trying to take control of the situation.

“Sorry, guys, I gotta go. I’ll be back in a bit,” he suddenly said, his voice strained. It didn’t take long for him to remove his headset, muting himself before finally turning his attention to you.

Gripping your hair, he pulled you off his cock, leaving a trail of drool connecting your lips to him. “You’re such a needy little slut, aren’t you? Thinking you can take control like that,” he said, his tone dripping with dominance as his hand slid from your hair to your neck.

“You keep ignoring me,” you pouted, your protest cut short as he tapped the tip of his cock against your lips.

“Well, here’s your attention,” he taunted, smirking. “Now be a good girl and sit still, hmm?”

Without waiting for a response, he pushed back into your mouth, this time thrusting deeper as he kept your hair tightly in his grip. You gagged slightly around him, feeling drool slip from the corners of your mouth and drip onto the floor, your body trembling as you tried to keep up with his pace.

“Tsk, leaving such a mess,” he muttered, pushing deeper into your throat until the tip hit the back, making you let out choked up noises. You took him without resistance as he used you, the tension building quickly until he spilled his release down your throat.

“There you go, swallow it, baby,” he commanded. You obeyed, swallowing and showing him the proof, earning a smirk. “Good girl.”

Pulling you up to your feet, he quickly slipped your panties down, his movements swift and deliberate. “Fuck, you’re drenched,” he groaned, watching your arousal coat your puffy folds. He ran his fingers over you teasingly making you moan gently before positioning you over his lap. In one smooth motion, he guided you down onto his cock, the angle making him hit deep inside you.

“Ngh… oppa…” you whined, trying to move your hips up and down, desperate for more. But his hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you in place and stopping your movements.

“Shh. Stay quiet and wait ‘till I’m finished, baby. Maybe then I’ll reward you with a good fuck, hmm?” he teased, thrusting up into you gently before going completely still, leaving you aching with frustration.

“Hi, sorry, I’m back,” Riki said casually into his mic, his tone unaffected as he slipped his headphones back on and resumed playing his game as if nothing had happened. You squirmed, trying to find relief in the smallest of movements, but he stopped you every time, forcing you to wait.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally logged off, turning his full attention back to you. “Now, since you’ve been such a good girl and waited, let oppa focus on you,” he said with a sly grin, guiding your hips to move up and down on his cock.

“Oppa…! Mhm.. f-fuck… feels so good~!” you cried out, your relief finally spilling over as he let you move at last.

“That’s it, fuck yourself on me like the needy girl you are,” he growled, gripping your waist firmly, guiding your hips to move, finally letting you chase the release you’d been denied.

The room filled with the sound of your muffled cries and his heavy breathing as the torturous wait gave way to overwhelming relief, your body finally giving in to everything you had been craving.

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