#watch them feel around the edges for where the rough and sensitive spots are

[inksandpensblog]

“Putting characters in messed up situations” isn’t enough. I need to put characters in situations with obstacles that are designed to herd them towards one horrible outcome…and watch them shine as they navigate a way around the obstacles to an outcome that’s not as horrible as it could’ve been.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog]

⋆˚🐾˖°𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 🐕 COSMIC LEASH ?!

⋆⑅˚ paring : zayne, rafayel, sylus, xavier & caleb x puppy fem!reader

⋆⑅˚ synopsis : Trapped between them, you whimper as they tug on your leash, making it clear you’re nothing but their obedient little pet for the night.

⋆⑅˚ warnings : nsfw/smut, vaginal, size kink, humiliation kink, leash play, hair pulling, chocking, spanking, gagging, dacryphilia, nipple teasing, dacryphilia, rough s*x, power play, dom & sub dynamic, light degradation, overstimulation & other stuff!

⋆⑅˚ note : banner art by @/rororo_mg on X , also not proof read really sorry ૮๑ˊᯅˋ๑ა ! Also dunno if this was ooc for rafayel 🧍🏻‍♀️

．－ 𝒵𝒜𝒴𝒩ℰ （the best fucker?!）

Zayne’s grip on the leash tightens as he yanks you forward, the collar around your neck pulling you closer to him. You can feel the tension in your body—both the leash and the anticipation tightening in your core. His eyes darken with a predatory gleam as he moves behind you, his hand brushing over your tits, squeezing them roughly before dipping down to grasp your clit between his fingers. You moan, but the sound is cut off when he pulls the leash hard, choking you just enough to make your breath hitch.

“Such a good girl,” he growls, his cock already hard and pressing against your back, his body looming over you. His hands move to your nipples next, pinching and pulling them until you’re gasping, knees weak. His fingers circle your pussy, teasing at your entrance before sliding in with brutal ease. “Look at you, all needy and wet, just for me.”

The sensation of him deep inside you makes your eyes water, a mix of pleasure and pain as the leash pulls tighter, forcing your head back. His hands on your tits grow rougher, his cock pushing deeper with every thrust. You can feel the sting of his choke, the suffocating pressure making you dizzy as he pounds into you, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. Your puppy eats flattening as you whined.

“Z-Zayne—” your voice catches as the leash jerks tight again, cutting off your words. Your hands tremble where they rest against the floor, barely keeping you upright as he keeps you in place, his cock stretching your pussy with every deep, ruthless thrust.

“What? Can’t speak?” His voice is low, teasing, and cruelly amused as he watches your lashes flutter, your breath hitching from the pressure on your throat. “Poor little puppy. Just let me fuck you dumb, yeah?”

You whimper, nodding quickly, cheeks burning with shame. It’s too much—his cock is thick, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, and his hands won’t stop playing with your tits, squeezing them, rolling your nipples between his fingers like he’s trying to make you cry.

“Sensitive here too,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue over a hardened bud before sucking it into his mouth. You gasp, your back arching, ears twitching as his teeth graze you. It’s embarrassing how loud you are, how easily you melt under his touch. You try to stifle a moan, but Zayne just tugs the leash tighter, forcing another strangled sound from your throat.

“You're shaking.” He groans against your skin, his lips hot against your tits as he nips at them, sucking harder. “Gonna cum already? That desperate?”

You shake your head frantically, but the way your pussy clenches around his cock betrays you. He chuckles, pulling back just enough to see your wrecked expression—eyes glassy, lips parted, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth.

“Cute,” he murmurs. “Now be a good puppy and cum for me.”

Then he thrusts in harder, tightening the leash just enough to steal your breath, and you break—crying out as your body seizes up, pleasure slamming through you in waves. Your walls clamp down around his cock, your clit throbbing, and Zayne groans as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

Zayne doesn’t stop—not when your body shakes, not when your pussy clenches down so tight around his cock it feels like you’re trying to keep him inside. If anything, he seems to enjoy watching you struggle, the way your small frame trembles under the weight of him, your breath coming in short, choked gasps as he tugs on the leash again.

“Still so fucking tight,” he groans, dragging his cock out of your drenched cunt just to slam it back in, making you cry out. “You can barely take me, puppy. Look at you—your little pussy’s stretched around me, and I’ve barely fucked you properly.”

Your ears twitch at the humiliation, your cheeks burning. He’s right—his cock is too big, stretching you wide, filling you so deep it makes your stomach bulge with every thrust. You’re dizzy from the way he’s handling you, his grip unrelenting, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

You try to speak, try to beg for mercy, but all that comes out is a broken moan. Zayne chuckles darkly, gripping your jaw and forcing your mouth open. “That's it. Keep your mouth nice and wide for me.”

Then he shoves his fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, making you gag as he fucks into you even harder. Your eyes flutter, throat constricting as you choke around his fingers, drool spilling past your lips. He watches with a smirk, his other hand keeping your leash tight, his cock still slamming deep into your soaked pussy.

“Fuck, you're so cute like this,” he mutters, pulling his fingers out just to smear your spit over your lips before gripping your chin. “So dumb and messy for me.”

You can only whimper, body shuddering under the overwhelming sensations—the size of him splitting you open, the leash cutting into your throat, the way he manhandles you like you’re nothing but his little plaything. Your legs tremble as another orgasm creeps up, and Zayne notices immediately, his cock twitching inside you.

“Gonna cum again?” His voice is a low, mocking growl. “Go on, puppy. Cum while I ruin this tight little cunt.”

Then he slams in deeper, and you break all over again—gagging, sobbing, your body convulsing around him as he fucks you through it, his grip on your leash never loosening.

．－ ℛ𝒜ℱ𝒜𝒴ℰℒ （gentle but rough?!）

Rafayel holds the leash firmly, tugging just enough to make you stumble closer to him. His gaze is sharp, glowing with that cold, unreadable intensity—but there’s something else beneath it, something almost indulgent as he watches your small puppy tail wag despite the tremble in your thighs.

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, one large hand stroking down your back before gripping your ass. His touch lingers, fingers pressing into the soft flesh before he suddenly spanks you—hard. The sharp crack echoes through the room, and you yelp, body jerking forward.

“R-Rafayel—!” Your voice breaks into a whimper, your puppy ears twitching as you press your thighs together. The sting of his slap spreads through you, heat pooling between your legs, and your tail wags again—completely betraying you.

Rafayel chuckles, low and amused, before giving you another sharp slap on the ass, making you jolt. “You like it,” he muses, tugging the leash so you’re forced to arch your back, your tits hanging as he positions you just how he wants. “Such a needy little thing.”

His fingers trace over your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that make your breath hitch. “I should make you beg,” he mutters, watching as your small frame trembles under his touch, as your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for him. “But you’re already crying.”

You are crying—small, shaky sobs spilling from your lips, overwhelmed by how big he is, how much stronger, how easily he handles you. The humiliation only makes it worse, your face burning as he strokes your cheek, his thumb wiping away your tears.

"Poor puppy," he murmurs, though there’s no real pity in his voice. “Is it too much?”

You shake your head frantically, afraid he’ll stop. “N-no! Please—”

He cuts you off with a sharp tug of the leash, forcing your back to arch even further. “Then take it.”

And then he’s inside you, stretching you open with one deep, slow thrust. Your mouth falls open, a broken moan spilling out as his cock fills you completely, pushing in so deep you swear you can feel it in your stomach.

"Fuck," Rafayel groans, his hands gripping your hips as he stills, letting you adjust to his size. His fingers flex, like he’s barely restraining himself. “You’re so—” He exhales sharply, pulling out just enough before slamming back in, making you choke on your own moan.

His thrusts are rough despite the way he holds you, each movement knocking you forward, making your tits bounce with every deep stroke. His hand comes down on your ass again, the stinging heat only adding to the pleasure, and you sob into the sheets, your small puppy tail wagging wildly behind you.

He notices, because of course he does. A soft chuckle rumbles from his chest as he grips the base of your tail, stroking it slowly. "So cute," he murmurs, his tone almost tender—right before he tugs the leash hard, forcing your back to arch as he slams in deep.

Your walls flutter around him, squeezing his cock as you cry out, your body giving in completely. Rafayel groans, his pace growing rougher, more desperate, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air.

“Cum for me, puppy,” he orders, voice firm but laced with something softer, something only for you.

And you do—your body shattering as pleasure crashes through you, your pussy squeezing his cock so tight it forces a deep groan from him. He doesn't stop, fucking you through your orgasm, gripping your leash, your tail, your hips like he owns you, and it only makes you fall apart even harder.

．－𝒮𝒴ℒ𝒰𝒮 （big size kink?!）

You barely have time to catch your breath before you're being pulled into Sylus’s lap, the leash in his hand tightening just enough to make your body jolt. His sheer size alone makes you feel small—his broad chest, strong arms, and the way his thick cock presses against your trembling thighs. You look up at him, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and he smirks, tilting your chin up with two fingers.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice rich and deep, sending shivers down your spine. “So tiny compared to me… and yet, you think you can take all of me?"”

You swallow hard, your ears twitching as you nod shyly. But Sylus just chuckles, wrapping the leash around his wrist and pulling you forward until your tits press against his bare chest. “You're shaking,” he points out, his large hands sliding down to grip your hips. “Maybe I should stretch you out first. Don't want my lil’ pet breaking too soon.”

A whimper escapes your lips as he lifts you with ease, positioning you over his cock. His size is intimidating, the thick head pressing against your soaked entrance, stretching you open inch by inch. Your walls struggle to take him, your tiny body barely accommodating his girth, and you whine, gripping his shoulders.

“S-Sylus—t-too big—“

He groans at your weak little protest, his grip on your leash tightening. “Shh, you can take it,” he soothes, though his voice is thick with hunger. "You're made for this, aren't you? My pretty little puppy, all stretched around my cock."

Your breath stutters as he lowers you further, his cock sinking deep into your cunt, making your tummy bulge slightly from the sheer size of him. You whimper at the overwhelming fullness, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, and Sylus groans, gripping your ass to keep you still.

“Fuck,” he breathes, watching the way your pussy struggles to take him. “You're so fucking tight. Gonna have to train you to take me properly.”

Your fingers dig into his skin as he suddenly yanks the leash, pulling you flush against him, forcing his cock even deeper. You choke on a moan, your body clenching around him, overwhelmed by the sheer stretch. Sylus only smirks, his hand moving to your tummy, pressing down slightly.

“Feel that?” he murmurs. “That's me, buried so deep inside this lil’ pussy. Can't run from it now, sweetheart.”

You shake your head frantically, overwhelmed, but he just leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Now, be a good girl and ride me.”

You let out a shaky breath, your body trembling as you try to adjust to his sheer size. Every inch of him stretches you past your limit, making you feel impossibly small compared to him. The collar around your neck feels heavier now, especially when Sylus gives the leash another firm tug, forcing you to meet his gaze. His red eyes burn with amusement and hunger.

“What's wrong?” he taunts, his grip tightening on your hips. “Too much for my little puppy?”

You shake your head quickly, even though your body is already struggling to move. Your thighs ache, your pussy throbbing from the overwhelming stretch of his cock, but you still try to lift yourself, only to sink back down with a broken moan.

Sylus groans, his hands flexing against your ass before delivering a sharp slap to it. “Struggling already?” His voice is thick with satisfaction. “Guess I’ll have to help.”

Before you can respond, he tightens his grip and begins lifting you himself, forcing you to bounce on his cock. Each motion has you gasping, your pussy clenching down around his thick length as he guides you with ease.

“Fuck, look at you,”he murmurs, watching the way your tiny body struggles to take him. His hand presses against your stomach again, feeling the way his cock fills you. LSo damn small. You're barely able to handle me, but you're still trying so hard.”

You whimper, your ears twitching as you shyly bury your face against his chest. But Sylus only chuckles, tugging on your leash, forcing you to sit up straight again.

“Don't get shy on me now,” he growls, his other hand gripping your jaw. “I wanna see that pretty face while I wreck this tight little pussy.”

His thrusts grow rougher, your moans turning into desperate cries as he uses the leash to keep you in place. His cock slams into you with each movement, stretching you wide, making it impossible to think about anything except how deep he is inside you. Your walls flutter around him, another orgasm creeping up fast, your legs shaking from the intensity.

“S-Sylus—” you gasp, gripping his wrists, overwhelmed.

He smirks, pulling you down onto his cock one last time before holding you there, his grip keeping you locked in place. “Go on, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your lips. “Cum for me.”

And with one more harsh tug on your leash, you break—your pussy clamping down, body shaking violently as pleasure crashes over you. Sylus groans as he fucks you through it, his cock twitching, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release.

“That's my good girl,” he growls, pulling your leash tighter as he slams into you one last time, burying himself as deep as possible before spilling inside.

Your breath stutters as you feel the warmth of his cum flooding you, his thick cock keeping every drop inside. The leash loosens slightly, and Sylus pulls you against his chest, his large hands rubbing slow circles over your trembling thighs.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

．－𝒳𝒜𝒱ℐℰℛ （fuck boy?!）

You barely have time to recover before Xavier forces you onto all fours, the leash tightening around your throat as he tugs you into position. His grip is firm, his touch almost lazy as he runs a hand down your spine, appreciating how small you look beneath him.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, amusement lacing his voice. “On your hands and knees, just like a good little puppy should be.”

Your ears twitch, heat rushing to your face as you shyly press your cheek against the mattress. His teasing always gets to you, making you whimper, making you squirm, but he only chuckles, rolling his hips against your ass, letting you feel just how hard he is.

"Already soaked," he muses, dragging his fingers through your folds, spreading the slickness. “Are you really that desperate?”

You whine, embarrassed, but your body betrays you—your pussy clenching around nothing, aching for him. Xavier hums, amused, before gripping the base of the leash and pulling your head up.

“Use your words,” he purrs. "Tell me what you need, puppy."

Your breath hitches, your thighs trembling. “Y-you…!”

“Me what?” His tone is mocking, his free hand moving between your legs, fingers barely brushing your swollen clit. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

You squirm, your body pushing back against him instinctively. "N-need your cock, please!"

“Good girl,” he praises, and before you can even brace yourself, he’s pushing in.

The stretch burns in the best way, his thick cock splitting you open inch by inch, forcing your body to take him. Your mouth falls open, a choked moan escaping as he bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass.

“Fuck,” he groans, pulling back slightly before snapping his hips forward again, making you jolt. “You're so fucking tight. Can barely even take me.”

You let out a weak whimper, your hands fisting the sheets as he sets a punishing pace. Each thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, his cock hitting deep, making your legs tremble. The leash tightens again, pulling your head back, arching your spine even more.

“You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs, his free hand sliding under your body, groping your tits. “Face down, ass up, struggling to handle my cock.”

Your cheeks burn, your body tingling from the mix of humiliation and pleasure. You try to bury your face in the sheets, but Xavier clicks his tongue, tugging on the leash again.

“Ah, ah. Don’t hide from me,” he scolds. “I want to see every little expression when you cum all over my cock.”

His pace grows rougher, his grip firmer, using the leash to keep you exactly where he wants you. Your pussy flutters around him, the overwhelming stretch, the deep thrusts, the way he manhandles you—it’s too much.

“I can feel you squeezing me,” Xavier groans. “Go ahead, puppy. Make a mess for me.”

And with one last sharp thrust, you break—your body shuddering, your pussy tightening around his cock as you cum hard, moaning his name. Xavier doesn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own high until he slams into you one last time, spilling inside.

He stays there for a moment, his cock still buried deep, the leash still taut in his grip. Then, with a lazy smirk, he leans down, his breath warm against your ear.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “But I think you’ve got a few more rounds in you.”

．－𝒞𝒜ℒℰℬ （hottest fuck?!）

Caleb doesn’t waste time. The moment he gets his hands on you, he’s yanking you into his lap, the leash wrapped tightly around his fist. His cock is already hard, pressing insistently against your soaked folds, and his free hand grips your waist, holding you steady.

“You've been passed around like a fucktoy all night, huh?” he muses, his voice carrying that usual teasing lilt, though there's something darker underneath. His fingers dig into your hips as he grinds against you, making you whimper. “And yet, you're still dripping for me. Such a greedy little thing.”

You whine, ears twitching as you shyly avoid his gaze, but he just chuckles, tugging the leash to make you face him.

“Don’t get all shy on me now, puppy,” he coos, leaning in to nip at your bottom lip. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

Your breath stutters, your thighs trembling as you nod. “Y-yes…”

“Then be good and take me.”

Before you can brace yourself, Caleb lifts you effortlessly, positioning you over his cock. The thick head presses against your entrance, forcing you to stretch around him inch by inch. You let out a broken moan, your hands flying to his shoulders, gripping onto him for support.

“F-fuck, Caleb—”

“Shh, you can handle it,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your ear. “I know you can.”

He guides you down, making sure you take every inch of him. The stretch is overwhelming, the sheer size of him making your body struggle to accommodate. Your pussy clenches around his cock, your walls fluttering as you try to adjust, but Caleb only groans, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Fuck, you're so damn tight,” he growls, his voice rough. “Like this little cunt was made to take my cock.”

You let out a whimper, overwhelmed, and he smirks, tugging on the leash again. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nod weakly, too lost in the pleasure to respond properly. But Caleb isn’t satisfied with that—he grips your hips and lifts you before slamming you back down onto his cock, forcing a strangled moan from your throat.

“That's better,” he praises, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Now, keep going. I wanna see you bounce on my cock like the perfect little pet you are.”

Your body moves on instinct, your thighs burning as you start to ride him, his cock stretching you over and over again. Caleb watches you with hooded eyes, his smirk widening as he tugs on the leash, keeping you under his control.

“Such a pretty sight,” he murmurs, his gaze dropping to where you’re impaled on his cock. “Bet you’re close already, huh?”

You nod frantically, your body trembling, the coil in your stomach tightening with every movement. Caleb chuckles, his grip tightening as he meets your movements with rough thrusts.

“Then cum for me, puppy. Show me how much you love being used.”

With one last sharp tug on the leash, you shatter—your pussy clamping down around him, your vision going white as you cry out his name. Caleb groans, fucking you through your orgasm, his cock twitching inside you before he buries himself deep, spilling inside.

He holds you there, panting slightly, his hands rubbing soothing circles against your hips. Then, with a lazy smirk, he leans in, his breath warm against your lips.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “But don’t think we’re done just yet.”

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[littlelamy]

𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓽

rafe’s eyes glinted with an unrelenting hunger, his focus razor-sharp as he studied you. he was a man on a mission, determined to unravel every inch of your body, to leave no inch unexplored, no whim unmet.

“don’t hold back on me,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your collarbone. his hands were warm, trailing down your sides, fingers pressing into the soft curve of your hips. he kissed his way along your neck, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin, each breath he exhaled a tantalizing mix of warmth and desire.

his mouth found your pulse, and he sucked gently, teeth grazing just enough to make your breath hitch. his journey continued downward, his lips following a path of fire, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that made you shiver beneath him. rafe’s tongue circled your nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking, his teeth nipping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.

your back arched into him, and he smirked against your skin, loving the way you responded to him. but he wasn’t satisfied yet. his mouth moved lower, exploring your stomach, tracing circles with his tongue around your navel. his hands never ceased their exploration, skimming down your thighs, parting them as his kisses followed, down, down, down.

he nestled between your legs, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your thighs, spreading them wider. “i’m going to find it,” he promised, voice thick with intent. “i’ll kiss every inch of you until i do.”

his mouth pressed to the inside of your thigh, his tongue darting out to taste you, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. he kissed along the sensitive skin, closer and closer to where you ached for him most. rafe's breath ghosted over your wetness before his tongue darted out, a tentative lick that made you shudder.

“oh, you like that,” he whispered, his voice like molten honey, his lips curving into a wicked smile. he licked again, more firmly this time, his tongue exploring every fold, every crevice. he was relentless, his hands holding your hips steady as his mouth worked, determined to find that elusive sweet spot that would make you cry out his name.

his tongue flicked over your clit, and you gasped, your hands flying to tangle in his hair. rafe moaned into you, loving the way you responded, the way you trembled under his touch. he sucked on your clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, and you could feel the heat pooling in your belly, the tension building, spiraling higher and higher.

“come on, baby,” he coaxed between licks, his voice low and rough. “let me hear you. let me know i’m doing it right.”

you were helpless against him, your body bowing off the bed, your moans growing louder with each swipe of his tongue. his fingers joined the fray, slipping inside you, curling just so, and the combination of his mouth and hands was enough to send you spiraling over the edge.

“rafe!” you cried out, your body shaking, your vision going white as the orgasm tore through you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

rafe licked his lips, his grin smug as he watched you come apart beneath him. “found it,” he murmured, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

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[prythiansprincess]

What's each boys fav sex position?

— switchin' the positions for you

a slytherin boys headcanon

theo loves cowgirl. there's just something about watching you ride him that drives him insane. eye contact is a must for him. mostly because he knows how flustered you get when his dead eyes lock in on yours, drinking in every inch of your body while you rock your hips and moan his name. he can’t help but admire you as your tits bounce, his large hands cupping them softly, before taking them into his mouth, groaning as he licks and sucks and marks you up. so good bella, just like that. la mia piccola troia perfetta. theo thinks it’s hot when you lose control, smirking and chuckling to himself when your pussy clenches while he speaks dirty, filthy things to you in italian. sometimes he’ll stop midway to eat you out because it’s his nature — theodore nott is a munch through and through. he never gets tired of the taste and if you even dare say that you’re too sensitive, he’ll yank you by the ankles and pry your legs apart because you’re done when he says you’re done. countless orgasms later, he’d return you to your original position, smirking as you straddle him with shaky legs. when you’re too tired to ride, he’d hold your hips in place and fuck into you, coaxing another orgasm even though you swore you couldn’t take any more. theo knows you can. he loves pushing you to your limits. watching you fall apart and cum on his cock is his favorite thing in the world. keep those pretty eyes open, cara mia. I want to watch you cum for me.

mattheo switches between missionary and doggystyle. if you’re being good, he loves taking the lead and doesn’t mind you being a pillow princess. he’d worship and adore you, murmuring sweet nothings in your ear while he hovers over you, that endearing smile tugging at his lips in response to your giggles about his curls tickling your nose. he’d lean down and give you a sweet kiss before making you see god. if you’re being bad, then there’s no mercy in him as he bends you over a bed, a desk, a counter — it doesn’t matter where or when, mattheo will fuck that attitude right out of you and make you wish you’d never acted like such a brat in the first place. he’d spank you until you’re crying, leaving red handprints all over your ass for days to come. he’d be rough and degrading, his fingers bruising your hips as he fucks you from behind. mattheo isn’t fooled by your tears, he knows it’s not out of pain but of pleasure. he’s well aware that you purposely push his buttons to get fucked dumb, so he edges you over and over again until you’re whining and sobbing. mattheo shuts you up by hooking his arm around your neck, his bicep holding you in place as he shakes his head in feigned disappointment. not so brave now, huh princess? where did all the fire go? now you’re begging me to fuck you like the needy little slut that you are. too fucking bad. if you want to cum, you’ll have to work for it, baby.

enzo is the designated big spoon. your cuddles always start off innocent enough, but it’s not long before he’s slipping a hand into your shorts, teasing your clit in tantalizing circles and smirking against your shoulder as you arch against him for more. you’re so wet that it’s almost too easy for him to slip his fingers right in, scissoring and pumping and curling them into that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. pretty soon, you’re pliant and needy, exactly how enzo wants you because it makes it that much easier to slip off your shorts and panties before rubbing himself against your folds. just the tip, honey. let me make you feel good, yeah? you nod, biting your lip. both of you know it’s never just the tip, but it gives you a sick little thrill as enzo fucks you in shallow little thrusts, edging you until you’re teary eyed and begging him to fuck you for real. enzo coos as he licks your tears away. aw, you’re so pretty when you beg, honey. how could I say no? it’s then that enzo finally sinks in, spreading your legs so he can bury himself so much deeper. you’re sobbing from relief, nothing but a blubbering mess as his skilled fingers circle around your swollen clit.

draco is a fan of the classic. missionary is his go to. he used to hate it before he met you because of how vulnerable the act is, but when he looks into your eyes, he knows that you see him for who he truly is — the good, the bad, and the ugly. you see every part of him and you love him through it all. you trust him through it all. you’re taking me so well, darling. such a good girl. he makes sure to reassure you every step of the way, communicating how much he loves and adores you with every action. draco kisses your ankles before yanking you towards him, the backs of your thighs pressed firmly against his chest as his cock kisses your cervix, both of you groaning from how deep he is inside you. his signet ring is cold against your stomach as he marvels at the size difference. can you feel me, princess? i’m so fucking deep. a choked moan is all you can manage before his ring makes it way down to your clit, vibrating against the already sensitive nub while draco worships your body.

tom is a no brainer. this man is a sucker for doggystyle. he loves bending you over and spreading your cheeks before thrusting all the way in, smirking when you gasp at how big he is. watching his cock slip in and out of your pussy as he sets a punishing pace is so satisfying to him. tom is dark and dominant, deliciously possessive as he lays his claim on you. he knows he’s the only one who can make you feel this good. tears streaming down your cheeks, profanities spilling from your lips, and fingers clutching at the sheets as he pounds into you over and over again. tom is relentless, driving you towards the brink and release just to pull you back and repeat the process until you’re so desperate that you’re outright begging. he sneers when you fuck yourself against him, eager to take as much of him as you can. your pussy suctions him in so greedily, the warmth of your walls hugging around his cock like a vice. such a needy little slut. you’re so desperate for my cock, aren’t you? look at you, all stretched out and still asking for more. you’re shameless as you rock against him, moaning when tom spanks your ass, his handprints seared into your skin. tom lets you have your fun, but at some point, he takes the reign again by yanking your hair back, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he stills your movements. you belong to me, doll. I own you — mind, body, and soul. don't you ever fucking forget that.

regulus is a certified freak. he may not look like it, but he’s hiding a basilisk in those trousers. he doesn’t really have a preference of position. this man just loves to fuck. most of the time, the two of you do it while standing because he loves the thrill of getting caught. sex with reggie is risky. he has a huge exhibition kink and definitely gets off on the thought of someone walking in while he’s balls deep in you. there’s been countless times when you’ve ended up fucking at a common room party or at a night out in hogsmeade or even during movie nights with your friends because he just can’t keep his hands off of you. his favorite is when you’re in the restricted section with your legs wrapped around him, skirt pulled up over your waist while he thrusts, making the shelves shake behind you. reg bites his lip as you sink down slowly, his eyes nearly rolling back as he watches his cock disappear between your folds. he’s got one hand around your waist to hold you up and the other against your mouth to keep you from moaning too loud and attracting attention. he also loves dirty talking in french because he knows it gets you so much wetter for him. j'aime quand tu me regardes comme ça, mon amour. the black family heirloom ring kisses the side of your neck as regulus wraps a hand around your throat, tilting your chin as his lips meet yours in a filthy kiss. you’re mine, love. mine and only mine.

[vampiredaisiesss]

touch me — d.w. x reader

synopsis - you run your knuckles through the stubble littering his cheeks. your fingers travel upwards, thumb tracing his crow's feet. the lines on his face have deepened as he's grown older as has his hair gotten lighter. you find him all the more beautiful like this.

trigger warning - older dean winchester (early 40s) with younger reader (early 20s)

He thinks about time, about how it marks you, about how each silver strand falling to the floor is another reminder of all the years between the two of you.

The harsh glare of the bathroom light is unforgiving, casting every line on his face into sharp focus. Dean watches your reflection in the mirror. The gentle snip-snip echoes off the tile walls as you work the scissor over his hair, your lip caught between your teeth.

Steam still clings to the bathroom mirror from your shower, making the edges of your reflection soft, dream-like. Your tank top's damp where his hair falls against it, and there's something so domestic about this moment it makes his chest ache.

You hum "Hey Jude" while you work, because of course you know that's what Mary sang when she cut his hair. Of course you know that's what he sometimes hummed in his sleep whenever he'd have a nightmare.

"You're thinking too loud, again," you murmur, running your fingers through the short hairs at his nape.

"I've got shirts older than you," he says finally, the words tasting bitter on tongue.

You laugh out loud, and it sounds like every good thing he probably doesn't deserve. "And they're all flannel, and they all smell like gunpowder and cheap liquor that you probably spilled on them two decades ago, but never got dry-cleaned, and I love them." Your smile turns soft at the edges. "Just like I love the man wearing them."

"Kid—" he starts, but you cut him off.

"Don't 'kid' me, Dean Winchester. Not when you're balls deep inside me every night." You pause for just enough time to fix him a determined stare, and he offers you a small smile.

"You think I don't know who I'm choosing? You think I haven't counted every scar, every gray hair, every year you spent saving the world before I was old enough to know it needed saving?"

The scissor is forgotten on the countertop as you run your knuckles through the stubble littering his cheeks. Your fingers travel upwards, thumb tracing his crow's feet. The lines on his face have deepened as he's grown older as has his hair gotten lighter.

You find him all the more beautiful like this.

Dean's throat tightens. You're stripping him bare with your touch. "Exactly. You could have anyone. Someone who—"

He swallows hard, but he's smiling now. His chest feels heavier with something else. "When you say it like that, sounds like I should be in a museum, not your bed."

"Someone who what? Someone who hasn't survived forty years in hell? Someone who doesn't wake up reaching for a weapon? Someone who doesn't understand why I keep rock salt by the bed and devil's traps under the rugs?" You shake her head. "I don't want easy, Dean. I want you."

"There," you say finally, brushing loose hair from his neck. Your lips find that sensitive spot behind his ear, and he can feel you smile against his skin.

"Please," You chuckle. Your hands slide back into his hair, resuming cutting. "Museums are for looking, not touching. "And I'm very..." snip "...very..." snip "...fond of touching you."

"Touch me," he says, and it comes out like a prayer he never learned properly – rough and wanting and holy all at once. It curls around your heart in the shape of Dean's hand.

He reaches up, catches your hand before you can move away.

You touch him like you're reading braille, like every freckle on his body has a story to tell. Your lips trace constellations across the map of blue veins over his body. And when you finally put your lips on the scar along the side of his hip — the first ever souvenir he collected on his skin — you feel the smallest tremor in his breath. It’s so faint, but unmistakable, and for a moment, you could almost swear you made Dean Winchester mewl.

And you do.

[hon3y-y]

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !! maybe satoru got a little ahead of himself when he told you to throw away all of your vibrators…

cw : smut (surprised?), sex toys(again, is anyone surprised?), sub-ish!reader, dom-ish!satoru he’s more cheeky than anything, overstim & edging, etc etc…

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when satoru was young and immature two weeks ago, he hated vibrators. maybe it was jealousy but when he found your little collection, he became a pouty mess. am i not good enough? do those make you feel better than i do? he even went as far as giving you the silent treatment, stating it was a ‘betrayal’.

you just rolled your eyes, taking his overreaction as immaturity and allowing him to throw his tantrum by himself. it didn’t last long, coming to its end one late saturday night where he climbed into the bed with a cheeky smile on his face.

“show me..” he mumbled, pressing kisses into the soft skin of your neck. his eyes were wide, pleading almost, lip tucked behind his teeth, his hands caressing your exposed skin and slowly unbuttoning the sleep shirt you wore.

“oh but i thought you wanted me to ‘throw all of them out’?” your words made him scoff.

“that wasn’t exactly what i said—“

“toru, i saw the tears in your eyes—“ before you could continue, his lips were on yours. it was rough, trying to shut you up which only made you smile. “you done being a big baby?”

satoru nods before moving to pull off your sleep shorts, “c’mon, i just wanna see”

so of course, that’s what got you into this predicament. you laying down with your head on the pillow while satoru lays on his stomach between your thighs, eyes glistening with mischief as he stares at your panty clad mound. Throughout the past couple of days, toru has made you use a couple toys to help get off, realizing extremely fast how it was becoming his new favorite hobby.

he took in how quick you were to cum, thighs clenching around the toy while you creamed, sticky substance leaving strings on your panties when he became impatient and pulled them off. it was almost addicting. you became so sensitive, eyes welling up when he began to fuck your swollen pussy, “s’too much!”

he just pounded into you harder, mockingly cooing at you. “oh, it’s too much? fine, i’ll stop.” satoru would pull out mid thrust, teasingly rubbing his fat tip against your clenching hole. he would do it until your legs wrapped around his waist to try and push him in, he smiled at the annoyance that came over you, still feisty even when being fucked dumb. “you’re so greedy—can’t ever make up your mind” shaking his head, toru would shove it back in while rubbing your clit making you squeal, an unusual reaction that he was growing accustomed to.

Those toys became his best friends and it was only a matter of time before he wanted to be in control of them. satoru personally loved your wand vibrator, pulling an orgasm out of you quick while also being used in so many different methods and positions. so it wasn’t a shocker that it was that one he picked.

you were comfortable, something he had been checking the whole time. He felt giddy, dick hard just from thinking about it. He made sure to start off slow and ease you into it, putting it on a low setting before teasingly dragging it up and down the crease of your panties, biting his lips after hearing your breath hitch whenever the tiny vibrations passed your aching clit.

“how does that feel, pretty girl?” he kissed your thigh softly, turning up the vibration to hear the gasp as you opened your mouth to speak.

“g-good!”

your words got choked up in your throat, hips bucking as he pushed it down on your bud. meanwhile, satoru watched in fascination as the damp spot on your panties grew bigger and bigger, mouth watering as he gently pressed his nose against it before his tongue lolled out to take a swipe. “satoru!” you gasped, hands moving to tug on his hair and pull it back, a heat climbing up your body in embarrassment.

he smiled sheepishly, turning up the vibrations another level which quickly made your hands loosen as your jaw fell open to let out a moan. “now's not the time to scold, dear~”

he pulls away, shutting off the vibrator while sitting on his knees. you felt a little light headed, eyebrows furrowing, “you're done?”

he shook his head, instead, pulling your panties down and flinging them across the room, fingers moving to play in your wetness before slowly dragging his soaked appendage to your clit to swirl around, “just lay back and relax your pretty little head. i know what i’m doing.”

he picked the vibrator back up, once again on its lowest setting and began using it to dip into your messy hole and spread the juices to the rest of your pussy. he felt like he was painting a pretty picture, eyes zeroing into his muse while his other hand wrapped around your thick thigh to pull it open.

he did this for a while, secretly watching and enjoying the way you were growing frustrated, pussy clamping around nothing as a frown overtook your lips. “toru—enough!”

he smiled, biting back a laugh at the whining. “fine..” you huffed, leaning back on the pillow.

you heard it before you felt it, the vibrations sounding stronger. you sat up, confused before the feeling of pure euphoria washed over you, causing your jaw to loosen and your eyes to cross and roll back. you felt like you couldn’t breathe, the stimulation almost too much, your hands moving to push it away, “too much! please—i can’t!”

but satoru just clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, “first it’s not enough, now it’s too much… this stupid thing can’t satisfy you, huh?” he pushes your hands away, positioning himself between your legs in a way that made it hard to shut them. “what do you think baby?”

finishing his sentence he began to move it up and down, the feeling making your stomach lurch and shedding some of the tears that gathered in your eyes. it felt too good, borderline brutal against your sensitive pussy.

you couldn’t even acknowledge his question, whimpers and pants filled the room along with mindless babbles of his name. “i’m—s’close! oh fuck—satoru! d-dont sto—p”

your hands claw at the sheets as you begin to tremble, your vision going blurry and the pressure in your stomach is released in pleasurable waves. you didn’t realize you had passed out until you feel a light tapping on your cheek causing your eyes to open slowly. At first, you’re too disoriented to focus. your vision is splotchy and your ears have a small ringing in them.

it takes a couple of seconds for you to register where you are and what just happened, finally taking in your surroundings. the first thing you see once your eyes adjust is satoru staring at you with a shocked grin. “babe..” he leaned down to kiss you, “–that was so hot” his hand reached between you two to pet at your cunt, cooing at the sharp intake of breath you had.

“let’s try again… i’ll leave it on a low setting, i promise” liar

safe to say toys became a frequent tool after that, even going as far as him ordering new ones to “try” including a cock-ring that leaves you both overstimulated, whiny, messes...

the end

a/n; two releases in one day??? who tf am i?? ik, it’s been soooo long but i didn’t have any inspiration</3 i honestly wanna right more sub!jjk characters so if anyone has any ideas they would like to present to the class PLEASEEE🙏 (especially nanami, cause i loveeee him)

[teymars]

NSFW hc’s for the Sully men bc I am bored:

MDNI

General:

• They are each EXTREMELY fertile, pregnancy is almost inescapable when you’re with one of these boys.

• On top of being very fertile, they enjoy breeding their women more than anything, so cock-warming is a nonnegotiable.

• They have great stamina, allowing them to go round after round, ensuring they “fuck you properly”.

• They aren’t particularly vocal, (unless overstimulated) but the growling, grunting and whimpering in your ear never ceases.

• Major pleasure doms fs

• Think with their dicks more than anything (specifically Jake and Lo’ak)

• They enjoy scenting and marking their women in every way possible, even if it’s just leaving you full of leaking cum, to fend off other interested men.

Jake:

• He will happily be late to any of his duties if it means an opportunity to fuck you full.

• Is especially sensitive about you touching his jewels, the feeling of them swelling within your small grasp always has him keening.

• Won’t admit it aloud but he’s totally came untouched to the thought of you in lingerie, giving him a lap-dance.

• Hates when you hide your noises from him, he doesn’t give two shits if somebody is standing 5ft away, let them know you’re his.

• Likes to fuck around by grinding against you in public, not so subtly. He has no regrets when you’re all needy and wet for him by the evening.

• Enjoys littering your inner thighs with deep-purple marks, secretly hoping they are noticeable to other people later on.

• Uses his old camera to create some fun videos with you, mainly so he can fuck into his own fist whilst you’re busy.

• Craves nights where you beg him to be rough, sure he enjoys making slow tender love to you, but being able to use you as he pleases always excites.

Neteyam:

• Is a huge family guy, consistently keeping you bred and arguing that his heart will never be full enough of you and your ever-growing family.

• Prefers your muffled moans and gasps, he’d rather be the only man in the universe to hear such sounds from you, he can prove you are all his in so many other ways after all.

• He is always in favour of doggy-style. He’d never pass up the chance to mount and rut into you with all the energy he has. Simultaneously pushing your head into the cushions of your shared bed.

• He will lean over your shoulder and whisper the filthiest nothings, accompanied by licking your hot pulse-point, hoping to encourage copious amounts of slick from you to aid in his relentless pounding.

• Absolutely has a dick and tongue piercing. Though he may be a bit ashamed by his past foolishness, he soon figures the endless orgasms they produce from you are quite worth it.

• If he isn’t thinking tactically or about what his next meal will be (probably you), he’s planning all the positions he will put you in throughout the night.

• Gets especially needy in the mornings, often waking you up with the prodding of his swollen cock-head, at your already soaked entrance.

• Is especially sensitive on his tip, the way your walls squeeze and slide over it have him near cumming on the spot each time. When it pushes against the textures of your cervix though, he dives over the edge practically every time. (Good thing he’s got that endless stamina)

Bonus: • Will lazily thrust into you throughout the early morning, coaxing both your orgasms slowly before thrusting forward abruptly and emptying every last drop into your aching cunt, remaining there until he is 110% certain you’ll be giving him another child to cherish.

Lo’ak:

• Loves to sit and watch you fuck yourself with your fingers all evening, smirking consistently because he KNOWS his cock has ruined you for anything & anyone else.

• Will comfortably have a conversation with any family member over the comm devices, while fully sheathed inside your warmth.

• Will attempt to breed you anywhere, anytime regardless of who is around. That man has his priorities set fs.

• Fucking creams himself when you openly submit to him, wether it be through a suggestive “yes sir” or spreading yourself open upon your shared bed, ready for him.

• Bites onto your shoulder to muffle his increasing moans when your soft pussy becomes too much for him. The feeling of his cock’s ridges hooking into your wet walls only intensifying this.

• Most sensitive at his slit, the second you tease your delicate fingers or hot tongue along it, he is gone. His hips will be jolting as he fights to hold back an orgasm, succumbing to the tantalising feeling of your pinkie-finger pushing into his tiny slit, teasing him.

• Secretly wants nipple piercings but would never express that openly, he fears what will become of him the day you realise how stimulated his tits can get. Sticks to ear piercings instead and is yet to grasp how Neteyam dealt with the pain of piercing his own cock.

• Also unlike Neteyam, he is not as fussed about ensuring his bloodline carries on through the next 20 generations, BUT he does take pride in having a family with you and will never refuse breeding you so long as you’ll let him.

And that’s all, feel free to speak on any of your own hc’s!! 🩵

[realhotgirlshitah]

Luigi getting all guilty from fucking you in front of your army of Jellycats… this is so personal to me

You lie sprawled across your bed, clad in nothing but a silk robe barely clinging to your curves. The soft glow of your bedroom lamp casts warm light over the room, illuminating the collection of Jellycat plushies neatly arranged on your shelves, bed, and nightstand. They’re cute—comforting even—but the man standing at the foot of your bed looks anything but.

Luigi Mangione looms over you, broad and imposing, dark curls slightly disheveled from where you’d been tugging at them earlier. His sharp, knowing smirk tells you exactly what’s about to happen, and the way his gaze flickers over your body, from your bare legs to the inviting dip of your robe, makes your stomach tighten with anticipation.

“You sure about this, principessa?” His voice is low, teasing, edged with something dark.

You roll your eyes, already tired of his cocky attitude. “Just shut up and do it, Mangione.”

His smirk widens, and within seconds, he’s on you. His hands—big, rough, and burning hot against your skin—push your thighs apart as he drags you to the edge of the bed. His lips find your neck, nipping at the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you shudder.

“Impatient little thing,” he murmurs, fingers slipping beneath your robe, tracing over the swell of your breasts before sliding lower.

Your breath hitches as he spreads you open with ease, teasing, taunting, making you squirm. And when he finally, finally gives you what you want, you let out a moan that has his smirk faltering into something darker, hungrier.

“Fuck, you’re dripping already,” he groans, voice thick with lust.

You try to bite back a whimper as he teases you, but you’re too far gone. His fingers curl inside you, slow at first, then quicker, relentless. Your back arches off the bed, and just as you’re about to fall apart, he pulls away, leaving you panting.

You barely have time to protest before he’s flipping you onto your stomach, pressing you into the mattress. His lips brush your ear as he lines himself up, and then—

He slams into you.

A sharp cry escapes your lips, your fingers digging into the sheets as he stretches you open. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t give you time to adjust—he just grips your hips and pounds into you like he owns you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growls, voice strained, as he thrusts harder, deeper.

Your bed creaks beneath you, and for a moment, your hazy gaze flickers to the plushies sitting on your nightstand, their little beady eyes staring right at you.

Luigi notices.

With a frustrated groan, he reaches out, grabbing the nearest one—a soft, round jellycat frog—and turns it around, then does the same with a stuffed octopus, its little face now facing the wall.

That’s when you start giggling, despite the way he’s currently splitting you open.

“You—oh my God, you’re turning them around?” you manage between moans.

He glares at you, jaw clenching. “I’m not about to have these creepy little things watching me destroy you.”

Your laughter only fuels him. With a growl, he pulls out and flips you onto all fours before slamming back in, harder this time, deeper. His hand cracks against your ass, making you gasp.

“Still wanna laugh, huh?” His voice is pure sin as he grips your waist, snapping his hips forward, burying himself inside you over and over again.

You try to form words, but all that comes out are whimpers and breathless moans.

“That’s what I thought,” he taunts, voice ragged as he fucks you into the mattress.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixed with the creak of the bed and your breathless cries. He keeps one hand on your hip while the other presses against the small of your back, forcing you down as he drills into you.

“Look at you,” he grunts. “Taking it so fucking well.”

Your walls clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his lips. You’re close—you can feel it, the heat pooling low in your stomach, the pressure building.

Luigi feels it too. His fingers slip between your legs, circling your clit in quick, precise movements.

“Come for me, principessa,” he orders, voice rough. “Now.”

It takes nothing more than a few more thrusts before you fall apart, your body trembling beneath him as pleasure washes over you. Your cries are muffled by the sheets, but Luigi isn’t satisfied just yet. He keeps going, chasing his own release, his grip on your hips tightening.

A few more rough thrusts, and he’s gone, a deep, broken moan leaving his lips as he spills inside you. His forehead presses against your back as he comes down from his high, breathing heavy.

For a long moment, neither of you speak. Then—

“You’re such a loser,” you murmur, still breathless. “Turning my Jellycats around like they’re judging you.”

Luigi groans, flopping onto the bed beside you. “Shut the fuck up.”

You giggle, curling into his side, and even though he pretends to be annoyed, his arm still drapes over your waist, pulling you closer.

A/N: yeah idk what this is lol I was bored and horny with a 15 minute work break, a brand new jellycat on my arm and a dream LMAOOOOOO

[hisaangel]

Frat!Luigi x reader

cw: Smut, kinda rough sex (hitting) , panty gag??, unprotected sex,

"Luigi Nicholas Mangione put me down!" smacking his shoulder, but the boy just answered with a "no, quiet" followed by a groan. Squirming in his arms. It didnt take long for Luigi to get the two of you where he wanted, planting you onto your feet in your shared bedroom.

"Lui-"

"Didnt i tell you to be quiet" he spat, pushing you onto the bed, his hungry lips finding yours, gasping into the kiss suprised by his eagerness.

"Luigi what is goi-" interrupted by a slap to your thigh, a squel leaving your lips in suprise, "quiet". His fingers trailing down to your waistband, ripping at the zipper of your jeans, pulling the fabric down, a smirk appearing on his face as he noticed the wet spot in your panties, "so wet..." his finger dipping into the fabric, dark eyes watching your every move as he rubs your sensitive clit.

Finally pulling your panties down, putting them into his backpocket, going back to assaulting your pussy, inserting two fingers into your dripping pussy, making you throw your head back, speechless at the feeling. Moans leaving your lips, as his fingers speed up, shaking at the pleasure. From one second to another all the pleasure was gone.

"Lu-" met with a harsh slap on your clit, "i told you to be fucking quiet and you just wont shut your pretty little mouth" his hand now travelling down to his backpocket, where he had placed your panties earlier, opening your mouth with his other hands placing the wet fabric in between your lips.

Luigi desperately pulling his pants and boxers down, his hard cock slapping against his toned abs.

"I'm going to ruin your pretty little pussy" his cock slipping through your dripping folds, your moans muffled by the fabric in your mouth. His pace cruel and his words even more. "Im not going to stop, gonna keep going until every last drop of me is filling your needy little pussy" pulling you into him even harder than before, his grip so tight that it would be leaving marks on you by tomorrow.

“such a fucking slut, my pathetic little slut”

Using your body as his personal rag doll. His pace getting more and more erratic, both of you getting closer to your pending orgasm. Luigi's thumb coming down to rub your clit pushing you over the edge, nails digging into his biceps, holding onto dear life as you came all over his cock, your walls clenching around his cock. Not slowing down his pace, chasing his own orgasm rapidly.

"i'm gonna fill you up and you're gonna take it like the good girl you are, arent you?"

Delivering a slap across your face as he finishes inside of you, his body spasming at the feeling of his load painting your insides. His hand reaching to pull the now drenched fabric out of your mouth, throwing them onto the ground.

"wow" you breathed out as his head dropped to your shoulder.

"sorry if i was too rough my love, ive just been stressed with the upcoming finals" pulling himself out of you, the only thing you could do in the moment was giggle "Maybe finals needs to come more often then"

"Absolutely not! but if you want me to fuck you like that more often we can arrange that baby" leaving pecks all over your face

"I'd love nothing more Lu" a giggle leaving your lips

[rippersz]

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(A Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader ~1.5K Word Oneshot) (NSFW: G!P; Face-Fucking; Lewd Language; Praise; Mommy Kink)

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Fuck, she felt good.

So good.

So heavenly. So right.

Even in the state she was in, moaning and huffing and growling with desire, head thrown back with her eyes bared to the ceiling. As though she was thanking the gods for your body and the pleasure you were willing to give her. No. Not give her. The pleasure you were willing to give up. That she was willing to take. Grasping your head in the way that she was, her knuckles turning red and bruised with the way she wedged them between your hair and the wall. Digging her fingers into your locks as though she’d make it to your skull if she pressed hard enough. Just keeping you there. Keeping you just right.

“Don’t move,” she panted earlier, her accent coming second to the raspy husk of her tone. So deep in pleasure she was- so lost to her own instincts.

Your poor lover. Your dear Larissa. She’d regret being so rough in a few hours, when you have trouble moving your neck and your throat is raw and scratchy - but you’ll comfort her as you always do and tell her that if she asked to do it again in a few days, you wouldn’t hesitate to say yes.

As it were, she didn’t even ask. The situation simply fell into both sets of your hands. Your pretty darling, unable to take care of herself after she got ready for the banquet, nearly out the door when the mental image of you in lingerie had her stumbling back to the bed and nearly ripping off her panties with haste to take her ecstasy into her own hands. And then you, walking into the room to grab her and greet the guests, only to find her on the side of the bed, rutting against her slim pretty fingers. She looked beautiful in her sweet flush-cheeked glory, but her palm was slippery and clumsy and she hadn’t gotten herself off in so long that you just had to help. How cruel it would have been to leave her like that.

And so, as you teased, came the escalation.

And so, as you moaned around her length, the true admittance of desire.

And so, your head pressed against the wall, your legs trembling and spread out in front of you, and the weight of her cock pressed against the back of your throat. Bullying it to bruise as she pumped her hips with unmatched strength and then held you there, her plush thighs quivering when your lips and nose pressed to the light curls at the base of her cock. Sheathing herself inside you, using you with a pathetic amount of need. Doubled over at the waist and eyes rolling back with an overwhelming- burning- amount of pleasure once your body’s instincts kick in and your throat squeezes the sensitive curve of her shaft. Constricting around her to the point where it makes you both ache and it makes your chest stutter and she’s forced to wrench herself away while pushing your head back against her fingertips, even though there’s nowhere else for you to go. Huffing and puffing and breathing so deeply while she watches you gasp for breath and shiver.

Eyes meeting while the spit from the red of your lips and the pink tip of her cock only spiderwebs and dips - not even destroyed by gravity before she’s pushing herself forward again and pressing herself to your mouth; waiting with desperate wanting eyes as you recover and open yourself up for her again. And again. And again - and again - and again. Over and over and over. Until your vision is blurred with tears, and your face is warm and stiff from some long dried and some still falling, collecting by your chin to mix with the drool that spills from your lips. A steady stream of your devotion, given and taken willingly - with enthusiastic consent as she pushed you against the wall and lined you up with her cock and you nearly fell over the edge on the spot; happy to help your darling lover. Happy to have her want you. Happy to please her and listen to her whines as she feels herself get close.

“P-please- right there- yes. T-take it. Take it. Deeper. Yesss.” Arching her back and clenching the muscles in her legs, making you moan with appreciation at the feel of her strength beneath your hands. Palms running over her calves and her shins and her thighs, desperate to make her feel good- so good. And letting your own eyes close when she leans over and whimpers, trying to control her breathing long enough to praise you. To tell you-

“Good- ungh- girl - fuck, oh gods- so- so good to me- f-for me… for- Mo-Mommy!” Both of your bodies humming with pure delight when she gives herself her honorable title, inhaling on a sharp breath before the most erotic moan slips out of her perfectly painted mouth. Red lips opening and closing, white teeth pressing together, hissing and growling as you tug her closer and keep her cock in your throat; the weight of it pressed to your tongue, the feel of it against the roof of your mouth as you try to swallow. All of it heavenly and soft and something divine as she slows down and eases herself in as far as she can go- until your chin brushes the softness of her balls and the tip of your nose prods the ticklish curls near her groin.

“Through your nose, darling,” she speaks slowly, softly, her beautiful chest rising and falling with short breaths as you do as told and take a moment to fight through the instinctive urge to gag. Allowing time to slow as you keep your eyes on hers and watch her nod while a slow smile crawls across her lips- unspoken praise falling from her as she hears and sees the way you inhale, inhale, inhale, hold it, and then exhale, exhale, exhale - your throat working around her cock while you train yourself to take it.

Always.

Any day.

Anywhere.

Your lower back numb from the feeling of sitting on the floor for so long, your panties ruined beyond belief as you leak and twitch and throb in tandem with your lover’s body, your brain fuzzy and your throat sore and your ears kind of ringing - but finding none of it matters when she looks down at you with wide eyes and feels you moan around her length and is suddenly pressing you so close, so hard, that you can’t breathe at all.

Drooling and groaning and whimpering as she pumps herself into your warm mouth, hips moving like mad with unchecked desire as her breath catches in her throat.

“Oh baby- baby I’m gonn- gonna- fuck darl-ing. Momm-Mommy’s gonna- gonna cum- please- pleasepleaseplease- please let me-”

And you don’t even hesitate to nod, using your tongue to lap at the sides of her pretty cock as she moves, silently begging her to cum down your throat- hard and fast and pleasurable enough to see fucking stars- as tears build in your eyes. Blinking them away quickly, your nails digging into her thighs, your body in flames with ecstasy as she meets your gaze and her lips fall open and she whimpers your name in a small squeak while the thick of her cock twitches. Spasms. Folded over you, forehead nearly pressed to the wall, as she keeps you there- keeps you there- keeps you there-

-yes!

Yes!

Fuck Larissa! Fuck you feel so- so- good- god yes!

And a fulfilling, satisfying warmth spills down the back of your throat, fast and thick as she shudders and groans and feels the way you constrict around her when you swallow it all without pause. Like it’s second nature, taking it like your life’s fucking duty, such a good little cockslut for Larissa Weems as you close your eyes and ignore the tears and the drool and the burn and the numb and the desire and instead focus on the way she finally breathes with unparalleled relief. Knowing her sweet girl is there to take her cum whenever she wants- to feel her in her throat or around her fingers or her tongue or resting on her lips- always eager to be of service. To be a good girl and take your Mommy like the desperate little whore you are. Her chest filling with breath while the last of her climax runs through her body; her pretty cock twitching and throbbing with aftershocks until the last of her cum is lapped up and you’re pushing against her thighs - telling her with as much kindness as you can for her to step back so you don’t pass out. And when she does, shivering and taking her hands away from your head and gently leaning it against the wall to slide stray bits of hair back behind your ears, your own chest heaves with delight. Grateful for the air, savoring the last of her in your mouth- salty and human and all hers, and happy to remove your shaking hands from her thighs so you can reach up and wipe the spit from your mouth.

“You did so well for me darling,” you hear her hum a moment later. “You always do.”

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My fucking dream come true. Have a good day. Love you lots. - Rip x

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(Too tired for tags today sorry darlings)

[loveletters-fromnora]

Catching You With A Sex Toy. Tokyo Revengers.

Keisuke Baji x fem!reader, Kazutora Hanemiya x fem!reader, Chifuyu Matsuno x fem!reader

All characters are aged up to 21+! Reposting this from my old blog @bxd-decisions

Warnings — MDNI!, Fem bodied!reader, sub!reader, dom!Baji, Dom!chifuyu, Dom!Kazutora, fingering, masturbation, squirting, oral sex (f!receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, usage of sex toys, possessiveness, jealousy, ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 21!!!!

Reblogs and feedback are really appreciated!!

Keisuke Baji

He isn't a jealous type. In fact, he is glad you can be sexually independent in some way.

But he also can't deny how the thought of you fucking yourself with a vibrator in front of him turned him on.

He found the small vibrator under your pillow, and man, his thoughts went wild. He wanted to see you fuck yourself with it. He wanted to use it on you. He wanted to see you beg for him to use it. He wanted to fuck you.

Thus, you found yourself being extremely flustered when he was holding the toy up in the air with a devious smirk on his face. You knew where he was going with it.

Baji has caught you many times masturbating, he didn't think anything wrong of it, he knew you had your own need and he wasn't always around.

But on this day, he urged you to lay on the bed, stripped to your underwear with him settled between your legs, the vibrator gently running up and down your inner thighs on a low setting to tease you.

You were squirming, and whimpering under his touch, eventually the begging started, "Please Kei… please… so wet…"

How could he resist your begging? He was quick to move your wet panties aside and hold the vibrator against your sensitive clit on a high setting, making you whimper and moan his name over and over.

The moment you squirted because of the toy, he finally lost his composure and fucked you senseless. Until you were squirting on his dick.

Chifuyu Matsuno

He is a shy and babbling mess. Chifuyu was so embarrassed and flustered when he walked in on you fucking yourself with a dildo. He at first turned around and left the room before you noticed he was there, but when he heard HIS name falling from your lips, it was over for him.

He turned back around and slowly approached the bed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he settled between your legs, taking the toy away, "Let me take care of that, baby…" his voice was filled with desire and his eyes had a lustful glow as he dipped his head down and flicked his tongue over your needy clit.

You were at first, just as flustered, but the way he decided to take care of you instead of watching you beg for him, that embarrassment was quick to go away and turn into desperate moans of his name each time he flicked his tongue over your sensitive clit.

He soon enough filled your hold with his long fingers and curled them into just the right spot over and over, having you whimper and tremble as you fell over the edge.

He looked up, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, smirking at you, "Fuck baby… wanna fuck you…"

It was definitely a long night for you.

Kazutora Hanemiya

Kazutora is possessive and very jealous. Even when it comes to a sex toy. That's because he gets insecure and thinks that you aren't happy with the way he fucks you.

Kazutora was quite upset when he found your little vibrator. He kept quiet about it for a few days until he walked in on you actually using it. The way your face was contorted in pure pleasure completely broke the guy and he marched to the couch, taking the device from your hand and tossing it aside.

He hovered over you, glaring down at your flustered face, "You think you can do this shit, huh? I'm the only one allowed to make you feel that good, baby…" he whispered into your ear as he began to unbuckle his pants and hastily pull it down with his boxers.

You bit your lip at the sight of his pretty dick, hard and leaking of precum. It was always a beautiful sight.

He swiftly, and harshly pushed his throbbing cock inside of your needy hole, earning a moan from your lips, "F-fuck… kazu…" you whined.

He growled and began to thrust himself inside of you with a brutal pace while his hands touch and grope every curve of your body, loving the way you cry and beg for him.

[writingsofwesteros]

Could you do a au where Helaena is just being fucked dumb by her knight? Like all the orgasms she never had with aegon she has with her knight? 

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

Helaena was always a sensitive soul; and that did not stop even now, the knight thought to himself. It was a surprise they had not been caught with the whimpers and mewls of pleasure escaping her pretty mouth so loudly. His larger hands that felt rough against the Princess’ soft skin had his lover whimpering. A shiver running down her spine with ease. “I have missed you.” He whispered into her ear; pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down her neck that had Helaena arching into his touch. She could only whimper his name; those bright eyes of hers in a haze of pleasure as he pushed deeper. Gods, she was still so tight. Aegon had done one thing right it seemed, and stayed away from his wife. 

More for him, the Knight thought to himself as Helaena’s soft, creamy pussy clamped down on his fat cock. His mushroom head pushed against her soft spot again and again. “Ah–ah..” His eyes moved towards the door and oh what a sight they would have made if someone was to walk in. Their bare bodies on full display as he pressed deep from behind her; his body pressing down. Helaena always enjoyed feeling weight on her; it was something he learned early on. The idea of her not being able to escape him was something he enjoyed more than he would ever admit. “Please….” The Princess whimpered; gasping in the pillows that her head rested on whilst his movements stayed a deep thrust.

The obscene, wet sounds of their bodies slapping against each other echoed in her royal chambers. A smirk tugged on his lips as Helaena’s begging only resumed; her whines as she rocked back against him. “Sh, shh, I know…” He purred as his larger hands snaked around her stomach and slowly moved to cup her fat, milk filled breast. His thumb brushed over her pebbled, sensitive nipple which had the pretty Princess crying out. “Poor thing, left all alone.” His free hand moved to her slender neck, gently squeezing as he brought Helaena against his chest. Her lips now free to capture after she had hid her face into the pillows and the knight took full advantage.

His tongue pushed in without invitation as Helaena began to melt against his body once more. The intense pleasure tightening in her stomach as his touches drove her wild. Her sweet, leaking nipple was harshly captured between his knuckles as her milk began to drip down her body. Helaena’s eyes squeezed shut as she bounced on his fat cock. The Knight palmed at her breasts, collecting her falling milk on his slender fingers before he soon swiped them against Helaena’s bottom lip. Soon, two of his fingers were pushed inside her hot mouth as she gagged and drooled. His fat cock twitched inside her spasming pussy at the sight of her. He would have her on her knees before the night ended, he was sure of it.

“You always do enjoy something in your mouth.” He taunted her and watched as her cheeks became pink under his words. The sight alone had his dark chuckles in her ear as he matched his fingers to his thrusting. Still, he was a Knight after all and knew how to bring his lovely girl pleasure as his hand slowly moved down her stomach. Helaena gasped; her body shaking as his hand cupped her soaked pussy; his thumb eagerly circling her clit. His fingers were becoming slick as his Princess fell back into the pillows, grabbing at the sheets as he began to push her over the edge. The knight could not help but look down at the erotic display of his fat cock spreading her puffy lips as he rocked his hips with ease.

A ring of cream already formed around his thick length and each stroke had Helaena sobbing out; her wetness gushing down her thighs now as her climax ripped through her. He grunted as her weeping pussy tried to milk him but he only fucked her harder. Helaena’s toes curled as he took no notice of her orgasm. She was always so sensitive and this time was no different as Helaena began to thrash underneath him, trying to escape the pleasure tightly wrapping around her like a snake would do. Alas, her sweet knight was too strong. He only followed her before pushing Helaena into the sheets once more as he raced towards his own release.

He could not help but watch her reactions; she was sculpted by the Gods themselves, the knight was sure of it like nothing he had ever been in his life. She was the mother reborn. His hand reached for her arse; harshly palming and spreading her cheeks as he groaned out her name. “Fuck, that’s it - good girl.” Helaena shivered under his praise as her eyes began to roll. His pretty Princess that the realm thought was so innocent enjoyed it when he filled her sweet pussy and he did just that. Helaena whimpered and rocked against him; a smile coming over her face as his cum flooded her with ease. Her own hand instantly moved between her thighs as she began to collect what was leaking down his length.

Gently, he began to stroke her arms whilst staying inside her. Helaena never enjoyed her knight removing himself, especially so soon after. Soft hums escaped her as she stroked the inches of his cock not burrowed inside her and he could not help the twitching; more cum flooding her. He imagined that is why she did this. “Good girl, so beautiful.” The knight whispered sweet nothings in her ear as Helaena rested her head back down. Her tiredness always came quickly and he could not stop himself from watching her peaceful face. His free hand brushed those bright locks of hers before leaning down and pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.She nuzzled into his face; their noses brushing together for a moment as those bright eyes of hers locked onto him. He made himself at home in her neck as he reached for the covers; placing them to their chins as Helaena softly began to doze off. Her smile never fully left her face as he cuddled impossibly close from behind. The knight would slip gently away before the sun would rise again.

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Price punishes you for teasing him

"get back here!" he shouts, eyes burning with rage and you let out a yelp as soon as his big rough hand grasps your arm and pulls you closer to him after chasing you around the dining table where you were running from his wrath.

the lads were invited over for dinner and you couldn't help but relentlessly tease john, running a hand over his thigh under the table, going higher and higher, dangerously close to his crotch only to pull back and go on with your conversation with the boys as if nothing happened.

but you couldn't help yourself as a surge of deviousness bubbled up inside you, and you'd blame the booze for it...

and as night carried on, your hand slowly made its way to the side of his thigh, making john clear his throat and give you a massive side-eye as in telling you to back off.

but it only encouraged you to go on and with a mischievous smirk, you snaked your hand over his thigh, landing on his crotch and lightly massaging, making his breath hitch in his throat mid convo.

so you made him just sit there with a boner, droplets of sweat forming on his forehead as you continued stroking his aching cock over his pants while he conjured up all his might to stifle his moans until they finally left and that's how you ended up in this position.

you try to squirm out of his grasp only for him to tighten his arms around you, "where do you think you're going, doll? huh?! you have to pay for what you did!" he rasps out, his gravelly voice and firm tone sending a wave of heat down your core.

he pulls you over his lap and tugs your skirt up to reveal you have no panties on, "you dirty girl!" he hisses and raises his hand, only to land a big rough palm on your ass, making you yelp in a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure.

he goes on with his brutal strikes on the plush of your ass until the stinging sensation on your burning skin is too much so you start to squirm away only for him to pull you back onto his lap. you're a whimpering and crying mess at this point, drool and tears running down your face.

"you're gonna behave now? huh?!" he demands as his middle finger travels lower to your slit, teasingly stroking your velvety, weeping folds.

"yess! pleaseee!!" you plead desperately, "please what?" he asks in a teasing tone, knowing exactly what he's doing, "please fuck me!!" you whine and a moan escapes you as his finger pushes past your folds and moves devastatingly slow to reach deep inside you, but not quite where you need it.

"pleasssee! i need... i need your cock!!" you continue whining, making him spank you again, "you take what i give you!" he snarls and suddenly inserts two thick fingers inside you, harshly sliding in and out, nearly making you forget what you were whining about.

he rolls and scissors his fingers inside you, rough calloused digits dragging against your sensitive walls, stroking the sweet spots deep inside, pushing every button to elicit keen mewls and whimpers from your drooling lips while your head spins with the dizzying pleasure.

"i-i'm close..." you breathe out through the euphoric fog encompassing your brain and as the apex of pleasure nearly approaches and you can feel it within your grasp, it's taken from you as a cruel punishment when he removes his fingers and you cry out and whine at the sudden loss, begging him to fill you up again.

he ends up edging you so cruelly for what feels like hours until you're sobbing and begging, pawing at him in pure desperation and finally.... finally he gives you that sweet release, and you cum heavily around his thick fingers, glazing his skin with your pearly cream.

he licks your sweet taste off his fingers and makes you suck on them afterwards, watching you through half-lidded eyes, blown-out by lust as you suck and slurp on your own juices and his saliva.

he pulls you up by your waist to sit you on his lap, "what am i gonna do with you?!" he asks with a playful smirk and grabs your jaw to kiss your lips... it's gonna be a long, long night.

[accioscarheadthings]

↳ 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗧𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 - 𝗧𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗲𝗶 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary - tsukishima comes home after a long day at practice and you take care of him.

warnings - 18+ minors DNI, smut, oral sex(m receiving), praise kink, sub!tsuki, hair pulling, oral fixation, edging, unprotected sex, soft sex, insecure!tsuki

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tsukishima returned home after a long day at practice, his body worn out yet still eager for your touch.

giving you a quick smooch, he went straight to the shower and soon emerged, wearing only a towel around his waist.

he made his way to the couch where you were sitting, plopping down next to you. his eyes had a look of desire as he shifted his body towards yours.

he said he was too tired to do all the work, and kept fiddling with your fingers, interlacing them with his.

he trailed kisses up your palm, elbow and reached your shoulder. he snuggled into your neck, mumbling about how much he wanted you.

his breath hot against your skin, as he whined, "mmph, you look so gorgeous- wanna feel you all over me, princess. god, wanna touch you so bad-"

and so, you happily kneeled on the floor in front of him and tsukishima placed a pillow under your knees to make sure your knees wouldn't hurt.

you pulled off the towel from his waist, tossing it aside. seeing his cock standing erect, you pumped it a few times, swiping your thumb over the precum that leaked from his tip.

tsukishima sighed, eyes fluttering when you grazed his sensitive spot.

you licked your lips, eager to take him in your mouth. you watched as he threw his head back on the couch, gripping the armrest for dear life.

when you closed your mouth around his cock, he lost it. the feeling of your warm mouth and tongue caressing his length was too much for him.

you rested your cheek on his thigh, gazing up at him as his cock stuffed your mouth.

you liked being full of him like this. thick, needy, and throbbing. you liked having that kind of power over him.

the best part was the view of tsukishima crying out for you. you were in control here.

you would suck him, eager and at just the right pace. but then you would slow down before he could come, edging him.

after you did that twice, tsukishima lost it, he glared down at you, but it softened into a needy gaze when he met your eyes.

not yet, you chided him with a look, his cock still in your mouth.

tsukishima slumped back into the couch, tears forming in his eyes as the frustration built up in him.

now, you had taken his cock in your mouth as much as you could, using your hands to pump the remaining length.

tsukishima tangled his fingers in your hair, gripping it in a ponytail, "just like that, princess. faster," his breath coming in ragged gasps.

you swirled your tongue around his cock, pressing on the nerve that bulged at the side.

tsukishima jerked into your mouth, pushing more of his cock into your mouth. his mind was a jumble of pleasure and desire, his body straining to hold back as you continued to drive him wild. He was panting now, his breath coming in whimpers as he fought to control himself.

"feels so good. please, i wanna come, princess. i can't take it anymore,"

you stared up at him, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down as if to say: you can it.

by now, your chin glistened with his leaking arousal, saliva dripping down. you felt your own arousal drip down your thighs and you clenched them.

tsukishima huffed, his pretty pink lips pouting. his eyes became watery with all the edging, "princess, I'm... I'm close..." he gasped, his voice rough and body on fire, " i wanna come, please. you're going to make me lose it, princess. I can't hold on much longer... I'm gonna-"

tsukishima's body convulsed when he climaxed, gasping for breath as pleasure coursed through him. he came hard, shooting his come into your throat.

you rode him out of his high, pulling back with a pop. a string of come clung to your swollen lips.

tsukishima sighed at the sight, reaching to thumb it. you closed your lips around his thumb, sucking clean.

"fuckk," tsukshima cursed, absolutely in awe of you.

you slipped off your shorts and panties, kicking them away before you straddled his lap.

his body shuddered as you settled into his lap, the feeling of you on top of him making him feel both vulnerable and powerful at the same time. he could feel the heat and weight of your body against him, and it was driving him wild.

tsukishima hissed when he felt the brush of your pussy against his spent, sensitive cock, the wetness gliding, "you're so- fuck," he groaned at the sensation, "ah, that feels amazing,"

"did i made you feel good, baby?" you cooed, running a hand through his hair, pupils dilated and unfocused.

he stared up at you, lips curving up in a crooked smile, "yes, so, so, good,"

"mm, good boy," you praised, kissing him hard.

tsukishima moaned into your mouth, your praise sending a shiver down his spine.

he pulled back for a moment, breathing deeply. he took off his glasses and kissed you again, shoving his tongue in and tasting himself.

he sucked all around your mouth, not missing a spot. he felt you pump his cock and let out a strangled moan.

"you're so eager already, my love," you whispered in his ear, kissing his lobe.

tsukishima tilted his head, giving you more access, "only for you, princess. all yours," he panted.

you ran his tip up and down your glistening folds, before sinking down on him in one motion, you wet pussy sucking him right in.

you cried out at the burning sensation while tsukishima hissed at the feel of you wet and tight.

you felt a burn as he stretched you out deliciously, you grunted, "hurts,"

tsukishima looked up at you, growing worried, "relax," he ran his hand at your lower back to help relieve some tension, "take it slow, I'm all yours to use, princess,"

you slowly circled your hips, adapting to his size.

you wiggled down, making him completely bottom out under you.

tsukishima tossed his head back, feeling himself getting more aroused. he bucked his hips upwards and you placed a hand on his pelvis.

"don't move, kei," you spoke strongly, clenching around him.

he made a choking noise when you throbbed around him, "please, please, princess, this is torture. i can't take it,"

you combed the hair at the back of his head, mumbling into his ear about being patient.

he whined into your skin, mouthing at your neck, his face nuzzled there, "I'll be so good. i'll be such a good boy for you. f-fuck. need to feel you more,"

your lips parted at him being so submissive, so needy for your touch. a drop of sweat rolling down his neck, his adam's apple bobbing.

you grazed your fingers over it, mouth parted. tsukishima trembled at your soft touch, chest rising and falling.

you continued to caress it, watching it bounce with each swallow.

"please, i can't take it anymore," tsukishima whimpered, lower lip popping.

your eyes trailed up to his face.

his blonde hair was a mess, cheeks rosy, eyes fluttering and glazed over, jaw clenched as he tried to control himself.

"you're so beautiful," you ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it.

he let out a huffing sound at that, not expecting you to call him beautiful. he wasn't used to receiving compliments..but hearing you say that flustered him.

"ah..don't say that... i don't like it..and i'm not-" he averted his eyes and tried to look away from you.

you gripped his face loosely, squishing his cheeks, "you are beautiful," you paused, expression softening, "say it,"

he went blanks, blinking and head dipping as he muttered with a flushed face, avoiding your eyes, "i-i'm beautiful,"

"look at me, baby," you cooed, tipping his head with the same grip and squished his cheeks even more.

he nodded, moaning at the hold you had in his face, his needy eyes locked on your commanding ones, "i-i'm beautiful,"

"mm that's my good boy," you hummed in satisfaction, pressing your mouth to his, kissing softly, tongue and teeth clashing.

he groaned as he heard you praise him and call him a "good boy". he hates how much he loved it when you called him that. he feels like he's not supposed to enjoy it.

as soon as you let go of his face, he put his face in the crook of your neck. he just wanted to hide his blushing face right now. he huffed and mumbled quietly against your skin, "stop saying that. it's embarrassing..."

he moaned when you rocked your hips forward, biting your shoulder.

"it's not embarrassing, my love," you caressed the back of his head, slowly increasing your pace, "no need to be all shy in front of me," you tugged his hair, pulling his face away from your neck.

he stared at you with mouth agape, head tipped back, his hands trailed up your body to cup your breasts through your shirt.

"you're my good boy. mine to cherish," you kissed his cheeks, "mine to love," a kiss to his forehead, "mine to fuck," you jerked your hips forward in emphasis, taking him deeper.

tsukishima cried out in pleasure, your words bringing him closer to the edge.

"i want to hear you say it, kei," you kissed his ear, moaning as you got closer to your peak.

"i'm your good boy," he admitted, kissing, sucking, and marking your skin. he pressed his tongue on an already forming bruise.

"hmm," you sighed at the sensation, humming in approval, "are you close?"

"yes, so close. fuck," his body was tense like a bowstring, his muscles coiled tight as he fought to hold back.

"i'm gonna come, kei," you groaned, feeling your climax approach, "come with me, love,"

he could feel himself nearing the edge, "I'm gonna come, princess-" his voice was muffled against your breasts as he bit on them, earning a gasp from you.

you moaned, feeling his cock jerk and release, spilling his warmth in you. you came undone on his cock and rode out your highs, tumbling praises.

"did so good for me, kei. that's it, baby, i got you," you smooched all over his face, brushing his hair back from his forehead.

tsukishima closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, and letting you caress him, "i love you, princess,"

you held his face in both hands, kissing his forehead, "i love you too, kei,"

[shotmrmiller]

@magicislikelove said pathetic!simon with single mom reader.

pathetic!simon sees you the first time when you move in, dragging a heavy box through to your door, and he is enthralled.

he also doesn't move to help you because the grunts that escape your lips from the effort set his loins ablaze.

your flushed skin glistening with sweat— a rosy hue across your face, perspiration dripping from your temple down to your chin, where it collects like dew drops. (he wonders if you taste like brine, or sweet like golden wheat)

the swell of your soft hips peeking from under your damp shirt that rides up whenever you bend down to get a good grip on the edges of the cardboard box. (he wishes those dainty fingers would caress his scarred back, leaving trails of red in their wake)

every noise that spills from your bow-shaped lips the color of petals sends a lick of pleasure up his spine, white-hot and agonizing. (what he wouldn't do for you to spit into his mouth, or maybe just on him altogether and make him clean it up)

he watches you raise your arms to pull your sweaty hair away from your face with delicate hands— slender, fragile wrists twisting it into a makeshift sloppy bun. (would you tug on his hair like that? would you pull until you felt the cropped strands pop from his scalp?)

and then you look up and notice him standing in the hallway, right by his front door. your eyes lock onto his, and he feels the oxygen in his lungs being siphoned away.

"uh, hi."

his breath lodges in his throat, or maybe it's spit because he's spinning on the balls of his feet, his back to you as he barks out dry coughs until he can breathe again.

"are... are you alright?" the slight worry in your voice has his cock twitching.

he'd be better if he could use that shirt you're currently wearing as a mask— the wet spots right over his crooked nose.

"yes. sorry. i'm a little ill," he hoarsely utters before turning back around to face you. "it's just a mild cough, so i can help ya with tha', if ya like." his head tips toward the box he's been watching you fight with for the past half-hour.

"i'd, i mean, yeah...okay." he doesn't care that you sounded almost coerced, simon moves with the speed he uses in the field, and is by your side in seconds, hoisting up the box wordlessly.

he stares at you, waiting for you to turn around and invite him into your home.

"uhm, right this way," you push open the door quietly, and point at the kitchen floor. "there please."

simon does as you say, (like a good boy, he thinks, won't you let him be your good boy?) when he hears a child's cries come from behind a closed door.

"ah, duty calls. i really do appreciate you helping me," you give him a small grin. "i'll see you around, yeah?"

simon slowly nods at you before turning to leave, opening your front door when he notices that you've begun to walk toward your wailing offspring. (he didn't see a ring on your finger)

he discreetly swipes the scented plug-in (just a touch too hot in his roughened palm) by the door and heads toward his own flat.

simon doesn't even fully undress, just hastily undoes the button of his jeans and lets them drop mid-thigh before he slams his back on the living room wall and begins to unscrew the plug-in.

the slick, hot, aromatic oil pulls a sibilant hiss from his thin, chapped lips as it touches the sensitive skin of his meaty cock and lathers himself in it with a couple of experimental strokes.

he squeezes the base of it, encircling it with his large hand, so tight it hurts.

that's what you'd feel like around him.

simon grips himself and starts to fuck his fist— choppy, desperate thrusts that has his toes curling in his muddy, creased boots.

his hand is calloused, just on the edge of too rough, but it doesn't stop him from imagining it's you that's on his cock, bouncing on it with fervor.

his nostrils sting with the overwhelming smell of the oil even through the thick fabric of his mask— a heady mix of lavender and vanilla— and it makes his head spin.

the web space between his thumb and pointer drags along his frenulum, and white spots dance behind his eyelids. sweat beads his brow as he gets closer to his end, the ecstasy coursing through his veins threatening to consume him whole.

simon replays the sounds you made earlier in his head, and for once, it drowns out the usual low ringing in his ears, intensifying his arousal.

he's pumping himself roughly now, fast and jerky as he rears his peak.

would you let him come inside of you? paint your silken walls with his unworthy spend?

when he thinks of you trying to hook your ankles at the base of his spine to keep him deep inside of you as he tries to weakly pull out is what breaks him.

his cock spasms as thick spurts of warm cum dribble all over his scarred knuckles and pants.

simon's hand is slippery as he continues to pump his softening length, and squeezes right under his flared head, the remnants of his pleasure beading at the tip.

his gait is awkward, and stiff as he waddles toward the kitchen with his trousers still by his wide, hairy thighs— plugging in the wall scent on his way there.

unbeknownst to him, he was giving you that kubrick stare and it made the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.

you also thanked the stars that he wasn't a serial killer.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

In your opinion, who gives the best oral in STRAYS KIDS?

D e t a i l s

My gemini stellium wants it

Okay- okay because you've asked nicely and asked for details.

Sag/Gemini/Virgo/Taurus/Aries are usually known for being the best placements for oral because they have influence over the mouth and tongue.

Disclaimer: 18+ and I'm using astrology so this is for funsies.

So of course- chan chan and uh chan.

Yep- the smut is all accurate- when he confessed he loved feeling needed- he genuinely loves feeling fkn NEEDED.

With his Libra placements and Sag Mars= MESSY!

The type to REALLY get into and make the loudest moans and spit on your cunt and enjoy watching his saliva and your slick just stain his fingers and the sheets below you.

There would be moments where he'd want to skip the foreplay completely and be desperate to bury his cock into you.

But you fkn bet he would beg and edge you with oral if he wants to tease, to lick around your clit instead of sucking on it or to finger you instead of sucking your clit at all...enough to push to the edge but not enough to go over.

And he's VOCAL!!! Duh, we've heard the way he moans with his Bubble messages.

'Mmmm, there's my good pussy just gushing for me already, your moaning is not going to help babygirl. If you want to cum, you have to say please'.

The begging kink is so obvious with this man, he's not even trying to hide it.

The next one to be great at oral is...LEE KNOW!!!

When I tell you ppl with a Virgo Mars is slept on...people with a Virgo Mars are fucking SLEPT ON when it comes to sex because they are one of the most service-oriented ppl when it comes to sex.

Lee Know would be more calculating and more sensitive to your emotions in a way, he would be slower and more precise with his actions.

Would be the type to know your body inside out and know which spot to prod, how to suck your clit JUST right and pop a pillow under your hips so it's at a right angle for the ultimate pleasure.

Lee Know is a soft dom through and through and would worship you with the prettiest of praises and soft moans.

'no no no no, I just want you to lie here while I make you feel good okay honey? Because you deserve it and I want to give it to you'

Okay, I honestly think even if they're absolute pro's at oral, they're all going to give their best to ensure you completely fall apart from their fingers.

But I'm also going to add Hyunjin and Jeongin to this because!!!

They both have Aries placements (Hyunjin has an Aries Mars and Jeongin has an Aries Venus) and this fiesty, masculine, feral unhinged energy to their personality means they're probably the type to be rough, quick, primal and messy.

No build-up, just straight up diving in and spitting and drooling over your clit as they leave bite marks over your thighs and um...they may enjoy an extra layer of filth and incorporate cum play into as well.

Jerk themselves and use their cum as lube, overstimulate you and use the cum dripping out your bruised and raw cunt to suck your swelling clit more.

I've noticed out of most zodiac signs, Aries in these placements are the type to most enjoy using cum over lube- there's that slight sadistic streak of the friction from the lack of lube helping you further cry and writhe under them.

'Such a dirty, filthy messy slut for me, look at you leaking everywhere, keep crying for me my love and I'll use those tears to stretch you out even more'.

Always was, always will be on the field of Hyunjin and Jeongin being the hard, sadistic doms of Stray Kids.

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