#while his nose is dripping whole body is shivering

[miloicy]

happy (belated) sebek day

silly comic for the silly boy

[girl-in-the-chairs-void]

Hey there! Hope you’re doing well! I was hoping you’d do a Tyler Owens anything based off of “wear the hat, ride the cowboy”?

Ofcourse my dear <3. I haven’t written smut in a while, I’m sorry if this looks rusty.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x reader

Word count: 0.9k

CW: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, f receiving, masturbation? Overstim, cowboy hats. Not proofread.

Calloused hands grip your waist, keeping you steady on his chest, your legs on either side of him. You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself from the situation you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Are you-“

“Yes, darlin’, I’m fine with this.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your abdomen, lingering before trailing his lips down, and down before he’s met with the plush flesh of your cunt. He places the hat from earlier on your head. You’re in nothing but a shirt of his and the cowboy hat now on your head.

“Take care of that for me?”

And all you can do is nod while his hands shift from your waist to the curve of your ass, pushing you forward, separating your legs just enough so you’re right above his face, your cunt on full display for him. His hot breath sends shivers up your spine as he reaches for your clit, giving it a few licks that has your head spinning.

“Tyler”

He feels the tension leave your body as he eats you out, lapping at your juices like a man starved. His tongue darting in and out of you at a steady pace, your hips pushing into his face as you try not to crush him- he could tell you were holding back from fully sitting on him. So, he brought one his hands down from your hips and down to you entrance, pushing a finger in, slowly then going back in but with two.

That surprises you, letting out an almost pornographic moan at the act. Your hands grab onto the headboard in front of you, hips now pressed flush to Tyler’s mouth. He lets out a groan, feeling you comply let go as your cunt spasms around his thrusting fingers.

“That’s it, baby, jus’ like that,”

Your name falls off his lips as he worships the most intimate parts of your body, swallowing you whole and leaving you with nothing but shaking legs and a numb brain. His name repeats in your head, all you can feel is him. In your bones, in your blood, in you.

He’s no better than you right now, palming his cock through his boxers, the hard on leaking on his happy trail, covering the hair in a layer of his pre cum. He’s drunk on you, on the thought of making you fall apart just by his mouth alone, having you ride him.

“Tyler, fuckkk-“ god do you understand what you do him when you say his name like that?

“That’s it, cowboy- fuck- I’m close”

He can tell you’re close, the nickname has his cock twitching as you ride his face, his fingers still at play, his mouth teasing circles at your clit, occasionally bumping into his nose which makes you let out a small please.

He knows you’re close, and to be honest he is too, he’s barely touched himself but he knows that if he strokes himself even twice and watch you fall apart on his face, he’ll release right then and there.

And he does, a devious suck on your clit and his fingers reaching that one spot in you and you’re spasming, your throat sore but still managing to get out something between a gasp and a moan of his name. White clouds your vision as he drinks up your juices, hearing the squelch of your pussy around his fingers sending you over the edge of your orgasm.

It’s addictive the way you’re blabbering absolute nonsense, feeling the way his tongue flicks just lightly at your entrance and he knows you’re a goner when a second wave comes crashing down on you, the overstimulation making it even harder for you to see, all you can do is feel. Feel him. All over you.

“Jesus, fuck” he curses, you’re making a mess, still not done with your orgasm as your pussy squeezes out more and more into his mouth. He laps it all up though. Chin and neck wet from it as the rest drips down your thighs and onto the pillow where your knees rested.

He gives you a minute, to adjust and realise what just happened. And when you do, you’re looking down at his glistening face, the lower half of his face covered in you. A sheer glow covers his chin, droplets dripping down his neck but he doesn’t seem to care because he’s looking- no staring intently at your heaving chest and flushed cheeks and blown wide eyes.

God you looked ethereal from this angle.

And you’re a bit embarrassed to admit it, but he looks so hot like that, hazy green eyes blown out as he looks at you like you’ve just hung the fucking stars. You feel hear rushing to your cheeks as you look at the mess you’ve made. But that’s not even the best part because when you feel a slight wetness on your lower back, a very messy cock of Tyler Owen’s blesses your eyes, his happy trail and stomach covered in thick white cum and a swollen cock that was still throbbing as Tyler analysed the sight you were. R

“Hey there, cowboy.” Is all you can manage to say, with a sweet smile, your hand reaching down to wipe some of the wetness off his face before he flips you both. The hat now discarded on the other side of the bed. Crawling up to meet your lips with his. He swallow your moan, satisfied with the slightly bittersweet taste of you and your mouth.

You both come apart with a thin string of saliva connecting you, your hand finds its way into his hair, the other palming at his still hardened cock.

“Think you can do that again for me, cowgirl? When I’m inside ya?”

A/n; I kinda missed writing smut, but hey! We’re back in business soooo. Let me know what you guys thought of this. Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[mysicklove]

cw: sub! megumi, dom! gn! reader, overstimulation, handjobs (as always), dacryphilia, slight sadism in reader, slight masochism in megumi? teasing, "good boy" used once.

wc: 1.3k

a/n: i have been recently hating my writing style guys what do I do </3 also I did this instead of hw so tonight is gonna suck.

“waitwaitwaitwait!” megumi mumbles into your neck for the third time this night. you feel another round of tears drip onto your collarbone, and shaky hands grip your t-shirt in a plea. he was naked — his pale skin seeming to flush a shade of red, and his spine was curved as he caved in over himself.

your thumb circles around the tip, teasing it until you watch another glob of precum bead at his slit. you crane your neck to look at him, using your free hand to tilt his chin up to press a small kiss to his lips. “doing so good,” you mumble into his mouth, and he lets out a broken sob, “staying still and taking it. we don’t need any rope today.”

his whole body feels to be on fire, and with every stroke of your hand, a whole new wave of overstimulation forces another shiver. the boy's mouth hangs open, lip glistening from a mix of saliva from your mouth and tears. “you’re so mean to me."

“poor thing,” you coo, knowing that you aren't going to do anything about his complaint. instead, you use your thumb to brush away some tears. he sniffles at you, nodding his head to hopefully coax some more praise. but your mind travels back to your movements, your wrists twisting back and forth as you focus on the red tip. “but you look so cute like this, i can’t help it, y’know that.”

his head falls back onto your shoulder, and immediately, he plants kisses on your neck, nibbling at the skin to try and distract himself. the top of his dark hair was matted with sweat, but the tips of it tickled your collarbone. you use your thumb to rub at his cheek as you continue to stroke him off, ignoring his sporadic jerks of pain. “can you cum again? just one more time, for me?”

the noise megumi lets out is meek, pathetic even, and he shakes his head into your chest. he has begun to hiccup from the intensity of his sobs, and his hand hasn't moved from gripping fiercely at your shirt. "last one," he breathes, rubbing his nose into your skin, "p-promise its the last one!"

you grab his face again with one hand and begin to pepper it with kisses, successfully wiping away more tears as he whines with shut eyes. his eyelashes are globbed together, and when he opens them again, he narrows them at you, slightly peeved and scared at your lack of response. "promise," he manages to get out before he bites his lip from you rubbing your pointer finger over his slit.

"fine, fine, I promise," you concede, and your hand stops teasing him, instead fully pumping him from base to tip. the act makes his thighs tremble, and you push them slightly more apart to give you easier access. the redness of his cock contrasts his pale skin adorably, and you can't help you're staring as he continues to leak.

"it hurts," he whimpers, mostly to himself, because all he can think about is how overwhelmed he feels. his thoughts are spinning, and even just the slightest touches on other parts of his body seem to startle him due to him focusing his entire attention on trying not to rip your hand off of his cock.

you don't pay attention to the whine, instead just pressing more kisses to his flushed cheeks, nibbling gently at the flesh while he sniffles. but, even with all the complaints and whines he was letting out, you've noticed that his hips have begun to buck back into your hand, only making the lewd noise louder. he tries to pretend that it was you who was torturing him, but his movements were of his own free will.

"you like it now?"

"no!" he says much too quickly, flashing you panicked eyes. "i-i just. 's not my fault!" at this point, you have fully stopped your movements just to watch in admiration of the boy. he was desperate in his movements, and with each thrust of his hips into the makeshift hole a coo leaves your mouth.

"aw, look, now you're getting excited. do you want to cum, megumi?" you purr, brushing his bangs back while twisting your other wrist. his eyes roll back, and his mouth remains open as he lets out quick, short breaths. now, his noises consisted more of moans rather than pained whimpers as he started to chase his high.

"n-no—yes. fuck I-" is all he manages to get out before your mouth is pressed onto his. but he pulls away only five seconds later due to his rapid heartbeat and the need for oxygen to keep up with it. you just chuckle at him and increase your speed, eyes flickering from the sight between his legs and his flushed face.

his thighs begin to squeeze shut, and his moans begin to increase in pitch, a telltale sign that he is teetering near his high. you chuckle at him when he begins to latch onto your neck, planting sloppy kisses to whatever surface he can. "are you close?"

he doesnt even attempt to speak, instead just nodding his head lazily. the act makes you roll your eyes and squeeze just a tad too hard on his dick in warning. he lets out a squeak at the feeling, and this time he does speak up. "yeah. yes. yes. c-close."

you pet his head, satisfied with his answer. "good boy. you can cum, alright?"

another set of tears pools in his eyes, and this time you cock your head to the side. "why are you crying 'gumi? I didn't hurt you that bad, did I?"

"no," he sniffles, "sorry d-dont stop. feels good, don't know why I'm crying. just don't stop!"

"relax. relax. I'm not," you reassure, kissing his face again. "you're lucky you are so cute, with all your demands."

he ignores you like he usually does when you tease him, but you are unsure if it is because he is being his usual self or because he is lost in pleasure.

seconds later, his hands grab at your shoulder, and he goes silent for a breath. then, just as the first rope shoots out, he cries, "cuming! of fuck. fuck!"

your lover's entire body quivers, and his mouth latches into your skin as the first wave washes over him. his eyes roll back and his mouth falls open with a silent scream. more tears come tumbling down his face, and you watch as the most pathetic amount of cum tonight comes dribbling out. it slides down his flushed cock and mixes with the movements of your hands.

eventually, when he comes down from his high and feels the stinging lick of overstimulation once again, he immediately forces your hand off, pinning the white-stained limb to the ground with frantic eyes. then he turns to you, even with his body jerking every couple of seconds from the aftershock, and glares at you — it doesn't hold much effect, considering his cheeks were flushed red and eyelashes were wet with tears, but it was cute nonetheless. "no. more."

you grin at the demand and use your clean hand to ruffle his hair. "your wish is my command, princess."

he narrows his eyes at the nickname, and the man tears himself from your arms. "I am going to shower," he mumbles before using all of his strength to stand up. he takes a step forward, and immediately he comes tumbling down.

megumi pretends he doesn't see the way his legs are trembling, but you see the way his ear twinged red in humiliation. you, of course, use it to your advantage. "need a little help there, Bambi?"

"you're not allowed to touch me for a week," he grumbles but grabs onto your arm and lets himself be left to the bathroom. it was an empty threat, as they usually are.

[annewithaneofthegreengable]

Kinktober - Day 12

12th — face sitting, Lewis Hamilton

The previous day I The next day I Kinktober masterlist I Main list

A/n: I know I'm a little bit behind the schedule but I promise you I will finish the whole kinktober list, just not fully in October.

“I’m not sure, honey,” you said with a hesitant voice, standing beside the bed where he lay. 

“What’s wrong, sweets? You know I have eaten you out multiple times before, this is no different.” he said, reaching over to stroke your leg with the back of his hand.

"This is different" you protested, arms folding over your chest. "I'd be hovering over you, that's not going to be a pretty sight. And what if I hurt you?"

Quicker than you could process, his arm moved to grasp your waist and he pulled you to him. You squealed as you fell into his lap, hands landing on his chest to save yourself somehow. With you on his lap, his hand moved to trace over the expanse of your body, gently squeezing your curves with a quiet moan.

"Not a pretty sight?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "Baby, have you seen yourself? You're gorgeous and stunning. Look at you. These breasts," his hand traced the underside of your left boob before slipping up to pinch the nipple, receiving a small gasp from you. "This tummy of yours?" he stroked the soft fat of your belly, "I love it." When your lips opened to protest, he quickly continued,

"Means I'm keeping my girl well looked after, means you're happy. And these thighs, these stretch marks? I love them. God, I love all of you. I want you all the time, but I also just want to stare at you too because damn, Y/N, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life."

Smiling warmly, he cupped your face in his hands, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. 

“Always remember how amazing you are, okay? I want you to see yourself through my eyes strong, sexy, and utterly captivating.” His thumbs brushed over your cheeks, wiping away any lingering doubt. 

“Now, about that face-sitting thing... Are you ready to give me a show, sweetheart?” With a playful grin, Lewis guided you onto his face once more, his nose nuzzling your slick folds as you settled into position. 

As soon as you sat down on his face, Lewis let out a deep groan against your pussy, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. He gripped your hips firmly, pulling you down harder onto his mouth while his tongue delved between your folds, lapping at your clit with enthusiasm.

"Mmm, fuck yeah, ride my face baby," he mumbled against your heat, his words dripping with desire. One hand slid up your thigh, fingers digging into the flesh as he spread your legs wider apart, giving himself better access to your dripping core.

His other hand reached up to tweak and roll your nipples between his fingers, tugging lightly until they stood hard and aching. The dual sensations of his skilled mouth and nimble fingers drove you wild, making it impossible to hold back the moans that spilled from your lips.

"You taste so good, sweetheart,"

As you began grinding down on his face, Lewis let out an approving grunt, his hands gripping your ass tightly. He feasted on your pussy like a man starved, his tongue delving deep inside you, swirling around your walls and flicking over your sensitive spots.

The obscene slurping sounds filled the room as he ate you out with gusto, relishing every drop of your sweet nectar. His nose rubbed against your clit with each thrust of his tongue, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me already," he growled against your folds, the vibrations adding to the intense sensations. "Ride my face harder, baby. Let me feel that tight little cunt squeezing my tongue."

Lewis's dirty talk only fueled your arousal, pushing you closer to the edge. Your hips rocked faster, grinding your soaked pussy against his eager mouth as he devoured you like a man possessed.

"Oh god, yes! Just like that!" you cried out, tangling your fingers in his hair and holding him in place. His tongue delved deeper, hitting that special spot inside you that made your toes curl.

He responded with a muffled moan, the sound vibrating deliciously against your throbbing clit. Two fingers joined his tongue, pumping in and out of your tight channel as he worked you towards climax.

"That's it, sweetheart. Come for me. Soak my face with your juices," he urged, doubling his efforts. His fingers curled just right, rubbing against that sensitive bundle of nerves as his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit.

"Ah, shit, yes! Rub that pretty face all over my stubble," Lewis grunted, his breath hot against your sex as he spoke. His facial hair rasped against your delicate skin, leaving a tingling trail of sensation wherever you ground against him.

With a particularly firm thrust of his tongue, he pushed you over the brink. Your inner muscles clamped down on his probing digits as waves of ecstasy crashed over you, your orgasm ripping through you with the force of a tidal wave.

"Fuck, Y/N! Yes, come on my face!" Lewis cheered, lapping up your release with unbridled enthusiasm. He sucked your clit into his mouth, nibbling gently as he prolonged your pleasure, milking every last tremor from your quivering body.

As your orgasm subsided, Lewis slowly released your twitching pussy from his greedy mouth, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk. He gazed up at you with lust-darkened eyes, his face glistening with your essence.

"Damn, that was incredible," he purred, giving your sensitive folds a gentle kiss. "You always look so beautiful when you come undone for me."

He helped you stand, steadying you as your shaky legs found purchase on the floor. Lewis leaned in, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, sharing the taste of your arousal with you.

When he finally broke the kiss, he grinned mischievously. "Now, how about we flip the script and see how you like being on top?"

Just as Lewis was suggesting you take control, the door burst open and Roscoe, his energetic bulldog, bounded into the room, tail wagging wildly. The sudden interruption caused you both to jump, breaking the intimate moment.

Roscoe, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he just crashed a private encounter, trotted over to Lewis and nudged his hand with his snout, whining for attention. Lewis chuckled, scratching the dog behind the ears.

"Well, looks like someone wants in on the action," he joked, glancing up at you with a playful grin. "Guess we'll have to continue this later, sweetheart."

He gave your rear a light squeeze before turning his focus to his excited pup, showering Roscoe with affection. You couldn't help but laugh at the scene, feeling a warmth in your chest at the sight of Lewis with his beloved dog.

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[rotthepoet]

Theo likes to appear to be so nonchalant, so cool, so unbothered, as if he got everything under control. Like nothing can get under his skin but that's EXACTLY why it's so fun to tease him n test how much it'll take to watch his restraint snaps (which isn't much tbh) 😼🤞

Going in for a hug? We're just hugging him extra tightly, pressing our lower half against his lower region extra harder, n inhaling his scent and he KNOWS

Sitting on his lap? Well of course it just so happens that we're wearing one of his big sweater w nothing underneath and batting our lashes up at him 🌚 totally accidental and a silly innocent mistake on our part

Hours, days, weeks, I DONT CARE IM GOING TO TEASE THAT MAN AND WATCH HIS RESTRAINTS CRACK

Anyways, have a beautiful day pookie 💋

- 🎹

Queen. I wrote like half of this and then i accidentally deleted it all. Lets have a moment of silence 😔 … now that its passed THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME I LOVE YOU AND I’LL NEVER MAKE YOU WAIT THIS LONG AGAIN

The Quidditch team had a very, no, outrageously stupid idea. Each and every one of them would practice celibacy for the week of the upcoming championship game. Seven whole days without sex. This included your amazing, wonderful, slightly pretentious boyfriend Theodore.

This did not sit right with you.

In fact, it sat so not right with you that you couldn’t help but… sabotage this game.

At first it was small things, your touch lingering too long on his bicep or thigh. Shifting your hips a little too much when he spooned you. Licking stray cream from your fingers at dinner.

But that didnt seem to work, no, it seemed like Theodore Nott hadnt been affected at all!(and you don’t know this, but he is DYING inside trying to not fuck you then and there)

So on day three you amp it up a little. You caught him right after quidditch practice, sweat dripping down his nose, and eyes wide as you practically throw yourself at him. Normally you wouldn’t touch him before a shower, but fuck has 3 days without sex made you a mess. Plus. You had to win this game.

You throw your arms around his neck, and his eyes glance down just enough to see the lowcut top youre wearing as your tits press against his chest. He suppresses a groan as you jump into his arm, forcing him to grab the plush skin of your thighs to support you. You, being extra bold today, kissed the side of his neck, tasting his salty skin beneath your lips as you take a deep breath and shiver. Maybe you were horny, but he didnt smell nearly as bad as he usually did after practice. Thats the point he put you down, kissing your forehead. “Four more days, bella…” he mumbled against your skin, before he grabbed your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look up at his dead eyes. “Knock it off or it’s going to be longer.”

“You wouldn’t last.”

“Oh, no. I’ll still be cumming. You just won’t be.”

His smirk as he walked off sent shivers down your spine and to the heat pooling in your panties.

On day five, you’ve had enough. You walked around your room, wearing nothing but a black, lacy thong and Theodores quidditch jersey. His name was proudly printed on the back, and you wore it like a badge of honor. And really, it was just too cute to not show off.

One text to Theo, asking for help on your DADA homework, and he was at your door in moments.

His face went a stark white the moment he saw you, his body shaking slightly from the overwhelming urge to take you right there.

You kissed his cheek in greeting, pulling him to a chair at your desk and sitting right down in his lap as usual.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice raw and cracking slightly as he forced his gaze away.

You only shift slightly, your ass pressed against his groin while he stifles a groan. “This is where I always sit. Everything okay, teddy?” You ask.

“Fuck this.”

And within a second, your cheek is being pressed against the wood of your desk as Theodore leans over you, rutting his clothed hips against your plush ass. You win the game, by the way, you win it for SEVERAL hours.

Theodore loses his shit when he learns that no one else participated in the game, and he could have been balls deep in his girl on day one.

[milla-frenchy]

The nap

0k8 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist

Summary: you wake up after a nap, and use Joel to get off Warnings: 18+ mdni. Established relationship, somnophilia, dirty talk, piv, creampie

a/n: same couple: 5 days collection, but can be read alone I had another fic in mind for them, but here we go Thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta-ing 💕😘 and @saradika-graphics for the dividers 🙏

You woke up in the afternoon after a nap. Joel's cock was still inside you after he fucked you thoroughly, lying against your back, breathing and covering your skin with kisses. And you both fell asleep.

When you moved slowly, his cock twitched inside you, and grew slightly. Slick ran down between your thighs, as you felt him swell against your walls. Slowly, you moved back and forth to feel his shaft harden. It throbed, taking its natural place between your folds. Gradually filling your pussy.

It felt good and so hot, that effect you had on him. To take advantage of him.

Joel had fucked you in your sleep countless times. But for some reason, you never used him while he was asleep. You knew he’d love it.

Your wetness was now covering his cock, the heat from his chest warming your bare back. You kept moving, slowly, very gently, so as not to wake him. You felt his cum dripping down to your thigh. A moan escaped your lips and you stopped for a few moments.

Feeling him grow inside you as he was sleeping made you shiver, and you held yourself back from fucking yourself harder on his shaft. To give your pussy what it was begging for. You breathed slowly to calm the fire, the desire and the need inside you, before resuming the roll of your hips. He was fully hard now, his shaft tight between your soaked walls.

“Can’t get enough of that cock, mmm, sweetheart?”

You stopped when you heard him, wondering how long he had been awake.

“Don't stop,” he said in a firm voice. “You wanna fuck me, baby? Come on then, fuck me.”

A new moan escaped your lips and you started sliding down his cock again. Harder. Your fist that had been clenched against the pillow released it, and your hand slid down to your crotch. Until he firmly grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t. You’re gonna come on my cock, without touching yourself.”

“Joel! Please, I don’t know if I can...”

“Keep moving, baby. Let your pussy feel it. She knows what to do.”

He pinned your wrist against your lower back and pulled away slightly to watch his cock disappear into your pussy. It was glistening, soaked with his cum and your arousal.

“God, you’re beautiful. It’s so hot, to watch you use me to get off.”

You whimpered, gliding on his shaft, listening to your sensations.

“Yeah, just like that. Use me, baby. Use my cock.”

He pressed his chest against you, and kept your wrist between you two. Feeling his whole body against yours always intoxicated you, and your pussy squeezed his shaft.

“She wants to come, sweetheart, I can feel it. Always so fucking needy.”

He growled. His nose was pressed to your ear and you could hear his heavy breathing, even if he was trying to calm it down.

Seized by a sudden impatience, as if it forced itself upon him, he thrust all the way in and pressed his pelvis against your ass, before letting you control the pace again. His cock was brushing against your g spot with each of your thrusts.

“Shit. That's good, baby. It turns me on to see you fuck yourself on my shaft. Couldn’t wait uh? No matter how many times I fuck you, you always want me in your cunt.”

“Yeah… yeah. Always need to feel your fat cock filling me.”

“Yeah? Until you come on it and milk it. She's gonna come soon, baby. She's screaming for it. You feel it coming?” He nibbled at your shoulder, making you whine, and his hand tightened on your wrist.

“Yeah, I… Fuck, Joel… I’m gonna… I’m gonna come.”

“I know, sweetheart. Come on, soak me. I want you to drool on my cock and balls. Come on, baby.” 

His words were the last thing you needed to come and your pussy clenched on his shaft. He kissed your neck as chills ran through your body, before trailing the kisses down your skin to your shoulder blade, his soft mustache making you shiver.

“Fuck, yeah… Always such a good girl for me. Don't stop moving, sweetheart. Keep fucking me until you dry my balls.”

You kept moving and his breathing quickened again. He let go of your wrist and gripped your hips.

“Shit. I need to fuck you. Can I fuck you, baby? Hard?”

“Yeah, use me, Joel. Take what you need.”

“Fuck…”

His fingers dug into your flesh as yours gripped the sheets. He began thrusting in, fucking your pussy with hard, deep strokes. Then faster, chasing his orgasm, growling, his nose brushing your back. His hand squeezed the back of your neck and used it as leverage, while the other was still holding onto your hip. Your moans grew louder, slowly turning into groans.

“Gonna fill you up”, he growled. “Oh fuck… fuck!” he grunted, as his cum started filling the depths of your pussy. He didn't release you until both of you caught your breath.

“Jesus, sweetheart… can’t believe you never used me like that before. Need you to do this again, as many times as you want.“

Same couple: 5 days collection

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[heejake-hoon]

Synopsis: you made Jake a little jealous, and now you have to face the consequences.

Tags: smut, mdni, name calling (cumslut, fuckdoll...), unprotected sex, hair pulling, light choking?, kind of possessive Jake.

note: not proof read, also rushed

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You gasp as Jake slams you against the wall, crowding into your space until you're enveloped by his heat, his scent, his sheer overwhelming presence. His hand fists in your hair, yanking your head back sharply to bare the column of your throat to his darkened gaze.

"You've been acting like a little brat all night," he growls, nose skimming along your jawline. "Teasing me, flirting with other guys, making me fucking crazy with jealousy. Is this what you wanted, hmm? Wanted me to snap? To put you in your place?"

His other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, fingers flexing warningly. Your pulse flutters wildly against his palm and you swallow hard, mouth going dry at the dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Jake, I-" you start, but he cuts you off with a harsh squeeze to your windpipe, just hard enough to make you light-headed.

"Shut up," he snarls, free hand gripping roughly your breast through your shirt. "You don't get to play coy now, Y/N. Not after you spent the whole fucking night acting like a shameless little cocktease.” he squeezes the flesh in his hand harder making you moan “No, you wanted this. Wanted me to remind you who you belong to, didn't you? Wanted me to stake my fucking claim?"

You whimper, knees going weak as he rolls your nipple between unforgiving fingers. Slowly, deliberately, you nod, holding his dark gaze with your own. Something like triumph flashes across Jake's face and your stomach swoops in anticipation.

"That's what I thought," he says lowly, leaning in until his lips brush the shell of your ear. "You're mine, Y/N. This body is mine.” he tugs on ur nipple making you whimper in pain and arousal. “And I think it's time I reminded you of that fact."

Suddenly, he's spinning you around, shoving you face-first against the wall and yanking your skirt up around your waist. You yelp as he rips your panties clean off, the delicate lace giving way easily under his impatient hands.

"Fuck, look at you," Jake groans, trailing teasing fingers through your dripping folds. "Already so wet for me, baby. So desperate for my cock. I bet you'd let me fuck you right here, where anyone could walk by and see what a needy little slut you are, huh?"

"Yes," you gasp out, arching back into his touch shamelessly. "Yes, Jake, please, want you so bad-"

He chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers racing down your spine. "Oh, I know you do, sweetheart. And I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to fuck this greedy cunt so hard you forget your own name...."

Jake's fingers wrap around your throat from behind, cutting off your air supply and making your head swim. Your cunt clenches hard around nothing, a broken moan escaping your lips as he notches the thick head of his cock against your entrance.

"Gonna feel so good choking on my dick," he rasps, rolling his hips torturously slow, barely breaching you. "Gonna look so pretty with tears in your eyes, fighting for every breath while I split you open. You want that, baby? Want me to wreck this pussy, want me to make you see fucking stars?"

"Please," you whimper, scrabbling for purchase against the wall as he drives into you harder, deeper. "Jake, fuck, need it, need you to- ah!"

Your words dissolve into a high, keening cry as he bottoms out, pushing the air from your lungs and making you roll your eyes. Jake sets a brutal pace, hips snapping against your ass as he rails you, fingers tightening around your windpipe until you're dizzy with it, until your lungs burn and your cunt throbs and you can't tell up from down.

"That's it, take it," he grits out through clenched teeth, angling his thrusts to hit that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Fucking take my cock like the desperate little cumslut you are. Gonna stuff you so full of my dick you'll be feeling it for days.” He pulled away until only his tip was inside before slamming hard into you, earning a small cry from you as you started to lose it. “fuckkk, gonna paint this pussy white, plug you up and send you out there dripping with my fucking spend."

You keen brokenly, walls starting to flutter around him as black spots crowd the edges of your vision. You're right on the knife's edge of too much, the pleasure bordering on pain as Jake fucks into you relentlessly, choking you within an inch of your life.

"Jake," you rasp, scrabbling behind you to grab his wrist, nails biting into his skin. "Jake, 'm gonna come, gonna-"

"Do it," he snarls, doubling his efforts, slamming into you so hard your feet nearly leave the ground. "Come on my cock, Y/N. Fucking soak me, let me feel you shake apart-"

His words, his touch, the sweet ache of your lungs screaming for air - it's all too much. With a silent scream, you shatter, clamping down around him rhythmically as ecstasy crashes over you in blinding waves.

Jake swears in aw, hips stuttering as your cunt milks him for all he's worth. A few more erratic thrusts and he's coming too, muffling his groan against your shoulder as he spills deep inside you, marking you from the inside out.

Slowly, carefully, he loosens his grip on your throat, letting you suck in greedy lungfuls of air. You slump against the wall, knees giving out, but Jake is there to catch you, strong arms banding around your waist and holding you steady.

"I've got you," he murmurs, pressing soft kisses to your hair, your temple, your cheek. "You did so well for me, baby. Took everything I gave you like a champ. My good girl, my perfect little fuckdoll..."

You can only whimper in response, too dazed and dick drunk to form words. Jake chuckles, low against your skin, as he gathers you into his arms and carries you to the bedroom.

He lays you out on the sheets almost reverently, crawling over you and peppering your face with tender kisses. "I love you," he says quietly, smoothing your hair back from your sweat-damp brow. "I love you so fucking much, Y/N. You drive me crazy in the best possible way."

You hum contentedly, looping your arms around his neck and tugging him down into a slow, sweet kiss. "I love you too," you murmur against his lips. "Even when you're being a jealous caveman."

Jake grins, unrepentant. "Hey, I warned you when we started dating that I was the possessive type. Not my fault you didn't believe me."

You roll your eyes fondly, trailing idle fingers down his spine. "Mm, well, maybe I should tease you more often then. If this is the result..."

Jake's eyes flash with heat and he nips at your bottom lip in admonishment. "Careful what you wish for, brat," he warns playfully. "Keep it up and I really will fuck you in public next time. Bend you over the hood of the car and eat your cunt right there in the parking lot where anyone could see."

[geekforhorror]

falling into you

summary: the one where you and anakin take a shower together.

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, shower sex, oral (fem!receiving), groping, hickeys, mention of blood, makeout session, mention of orgasm, etc

If you would’ve known that watching horror movies with Anakin would lead to a steamy makeout session in the shower, you would’ve done it a whole lot sooner. The two of you had gotten bored after the movie was over, so what better to do than shower together?

Both of your guys hands roamed each others bodies like a wildfire. Turns out you both needed each other more than either of you thought. He always had this unwavering ability to turn you on by doing the littlest things. Was it annoying? Absolutely. But did you care? Fuck no. All you need right now is him and nothing more.

All of a sudden, you feel a warm substance trickling down your lip. You open your eyes and all you can see is his crimson red dripping from his nose. He feels you shy away from the kiss a bit before he opens his eyes and sees the blood that was now on your lips. He instinctively moves his hand toward his nose before examining the blood on his fingers. “Shit…must be the temperature change,” he mutters before taking a step forward with the intention of getting out of the shower to clean it up. You grab his hand before he can take another step.

“Don’t…I like it.” you admit with a glint of lust in your eyes.

“Oh yeah?” he questions.

“Mhm I do…” you say while biting your lip seductively.

“Such a dirty little thing,” he says with approval before pressing his lips back to yours.

As the kiss deepens, he grows awareness of how desperate you really are when you start tutting your wet pussy against his thigh.

“Need me that bad, huh baby?” Anakin whispers in a cocky voice against your lips, mocking you.

“Please…” you let out desperately, not even caring that you’re just proving him right.

“Use your words. What do you want?” Anakin orders.

“Want you to eat my pussy,” you whine in defeat.

“See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Anakin says, his voice dripping with confidence.

“No it wasn’t,” you reply back, anticipating his next move.

“Since you used your words like a good girl, you get a reward,” he says with a grin, finally pulling away from your face and breaking the kiss. Before you get to say anything more, he sinks down onto his knees and looks up at you with lustful eyes. Without warning, he brings his lips to your wet pussy folds that had unknowingly been dripping for him. He starts sucking away at your sensitive, swollen clit at an unexpected pace. You moan at the newfound sensation that he was making you feel ever so deeply.

“Love making out with this pretty little pussy…all mine” he says as he continues to devour your tight cunt.

“Fuck Ani…” you say as you tilt your head back in ecstasy, feeling every nerve of his tongue scrape against your walls.

No matter how many times you guys did this, he always managed to make you feel like you were floating on cloud nine. He could be soft and slow, but also erratic and rough. Whether it was with his cock or skilled tongue, he made you go completely dumb on him.

“Need you to go faster…” you whimper.

“What’s the magic word?” Anakin tuts, coming out as a muffle as his mouth was still flush against your pussy, which sent a shiver down your spine.

“Please…” you beg of him. You could feel the warmth of the crimson colored liquid and his tongue, which only made you grind against his face.

He goes even deeper and faster as you grab away at his hair to support you and prevent you from falling. You could feel your insides being arranged with his erratic movements deep inside you. You could feel yourself becoming undone with each thrust of his tongue. He was practically devouring your pussy as if it were his last meal on earth. It was no secret he worshipped you, but your pussy? It was divine to him.

He can feel your pretty little nerves twitch with each passing second and decides to tease you even more. “You wanna cum for me baby?” Anakin implores, already anticipating your answer.

“Fuck yes…need it so badly,” you plead to him while he looks up at you with those ocean blue eyes of his, crafted by the gods.

He doesn’t bother to warn you of the sharp thrust that comes next before you groan out, hoping that it tells him everything he needs to know about how he’s making you feel.

He feels your folds contract around him and he just knows that you’re on the brink of an orgasm. The hot coil in your tummy is starting to unwind and you know you don’t have much longer before you completely fall apart.

Anakin sucks away at your swollen bud out of instinct, knowing that it would make you cum sooner rather than later. “I’m gonna…” you exclaim with a breathy tone in your voice.

“Cum for me then.” he orders of you.

He violently attacks your sensitive nerves with the intention of giving you exactly what you wanted and so desperately needed. Despite his harsh nature when he had you like this, he always wanted to make sure he gave you the world.

A few more flicks of his tongue prove to send you over the edge as you finally reach your high, which he so graciously fucks you through to the end.

He pulls his tongue out before getting up from his knees and softly kisses you on the lips for just a second. He lets your breathing return to normal before beckoning you to come closer to him. You follow through before laying your head on his shoulder and leaning into him. He wraps his arms around you ever so lovingly, the warmth radiating from his body into yours. Anakin runs his hands through your hair as you remain exactly where you are. It was like the world stopped spinning in this moment and you guys were the only ones walking this earth.

“Thank you for always taking care of me,” you coo softly.

“I will always be here to take care of you baby. Always…” Anakin replies with an even softer voice.

“I like the sound of that.”

[kagamesayu]

v!genshin x gn!reader

includes . diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli t/w . 18+ mdni, gn!reader, nsfw, fluff wc: 2.3k a/n . first time posting my writing :,> hope u enjoy! reblogs appreciated ✧

Diluc who loves waking up with you wrapped in his arms, snuggling into his warmth in the winter. Eyes soft as he watches you breathing softly, nose buried in his chest as your fingers gripped onto his waist.

Diluc who loves watching you try to sneak a glance at him working while you sit on the couch in his office, wondering when the hell he’d finally pay attention to you. And he’d be such an ass about it too. You’d get up and stand behind him, leaning on his shoulders and pressing your lips to his ears and neck. 

“Baby, take a break you’ve been working all day.” Really he’d been working for a few hours, you just wanted his love and attention.

“Soon my love,” He’d chuckle and press a long kiss on your cheek before dragging his lips to your own. “Just a little while more darling. Be patient for me.”

Diluc who loves you for the little things you do, like trying to cook him breakfast everyday even when you have a maid to do it. Or when you try to knit him a sweater, totally forgetting his pyro vision that kept him much too warm. Or even when you tried to serenade him by learning the lyre in a span of 2 weeks.

It didn’t matter to Diluc. Because he’d cherish all the food you made for him - specifically for him. Even if it were burnt, he wouldn’t care. Cause you put your time and effort into it. 

It didn’t matter to Diluc that the sweater you made him might have some loose ends, or that it might have been much too big for him. He’d just say that it felt like you were giving him a hug. He’d never tell you how he loved the domesticity of the entire situation. He’d cherish it for years and years and hold it tight if you ever were to leave.

Diluc who loves fucking you silly with his huge dick, and he doesn’t even know how to use it right. It’s just so big that it hits all the right spots. He opens your legs wide, watching his dick moving in and out of you. Your hands move to hold onto his hand that wrapped around your waist, the other holding onto the bed under you as you were drilled into the mattress. 

Diluc who loves to watch tears run down your face because of how good you feel. ‘Stop’ you say? But he hasn’t even cum yet! Don’t be so selfish! His stamina built from all the years of training definitely came to help him. 

Diluc whose oversensitive dick throbbed inside you as he lay beside you after cumming twice. His cum dripping around his hard cock and out of your hole, onto the bed sheet he definitely needed to get changed. He hums, nose buried in your neck as he breathes in the smell of sex, sweat and you. He’ll leave another bite right then and there - doesn’t matter if he already painted your body with hickeys, you can have more!

And it definitely didn’t matter to him that you might have played a note wrongly on the lyre and you couldn’t exactly stay on tune. Because you learnt a whole new skill just for him and he’d always say that you were a much better bard than Venti. You had the voice of an angel and you fucking bet that he was smiling softly, cheeks flushed pink as he tapped his finger along to your music, eyes trained on your fingers playing the lyre, lips shaking nervously. And afterwards he’d give you a hug and tell you that you ‘did so well my little Eagle. so proud of you.’ and he’d place a kiss right on your lips, smiling.

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Kaeya who loves to kiss your neck, only to watch you shiver, lips curling up and squealing as he laughs at you. You playfully hit his exposed chest before pressing a cheeky kiss against it. The second you do that he holds onto your waist, pulling you close so when you look up you look right into his eyes. 

“Payback.”

“I’ll show you payback.” Kaeya who pulls you into an alley to makeout. You both leave the alleyway dishevelled and panting with red covering your necks and chests.

Kaeya who wrote his first poem for you during the Windblume Festival and beamed proudly as you read it. A smirk on his face once you read the part where he wanted to do...things with you.

Kaeya who entertains your thoughts by giving his own insight and questions. (you both were once in a heated debate on whether birds looked better with arms or not) 

“Okay but imagine if they had arms. They could fly and punch!” “Snowflake, would they even be able to fly if they had arms?”

“...fuck you’re so smart babe-”

Kaeya who loves to reply to you either snarkily or flirtily. He loved giving you a fuckboy face, lips caught in his teeth as he smirked, giving you those eyes. Sometimes you return the face, most times you look away embarrassed and questioning life.

Kaeya who would teasingly pull down his shirt just to show you more of his chest, wanting to see you drool for him.

Kaeya who treats you as a pillow prince/princess, living only to give you pleasure. He could eat you out for hours, loving the way you trembled from overstimulation as he sucked on you, licking and biting every piece of flesh available to him. Absolutely loved to fuck you till you were crying, begging him for more in a babbled voice.

Kaeya who loved to have you cockwarm him as he did his paperwork, giving you praises as you sat nicely on his lap, like the good princess/prince you were. He loved to tease you sometimes, asking you to move a little just to feel you grind against him, your velvet walls clamping down on him.

Kaeya who in his worst, most stressed and touch starved moments would cling to you and ask you to ride him. Whose eyes fill with over-stimulated tears as he came for the nth time, shooting blanks into your hot body as you rode him relentlessly, cooing at him and kissing the tears away.

Kaeya who loved to cook with you, loved how he could always hug you and give you kisses as you prepared your meals. Loved how you were always within reach of him. He’d finish his chicken skewers and just go up behind you, rest his head on your shoulders/on your head and sigh happily. His hands would always either be on your hips or on the counter, trapping you in.

Kaeya who always wakes up earlier than you just to watch you breathing softly. He lays his head on your chest, listening and feeling your heartbeat. Always reminds him that you’re alive. Always makes him feel better if he gets nightmares.

Kaeya who - even if he says it everyday - doesn’t feel that he could ever really show you how much he loved you. He’d had flings before and all those feelings were nothing in comparison to how he felt with you, around you, for you. Sometimes his face would flush darkly, heart beat fast as butterflies would race in his stomach, his chest. His skin would feel warm and he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling around you. 

He’d never show how flustered he actually is though. He’d always bury his face in your neck, lay small kisses against your skin as he whispered ‘I love you’s.

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Childe who loves getting things for you. All the way from little trinkets to outfits, sometimes jewellery that he specifically gets handcrafted just for you. He loves spoiling his little pet. Anything for you. Anything.

Childe who loves watching you from a distance, eyes always trailing your form, watching you do even the most mundane tasks. He’d watch you go around, buying food, or even just doing laundry. He loves watching you do the most domestic of tasks. It always makes him feel like he has something to come home to. That after every mission he has someone to come home to, to hold, to love.

Childe who loves teasing you - be it in the bedroom or out. He loves to say something and watch you struggle to answer, an amused smirk always on his face as he watches you flush and struggle to grasp for words. Loved having you that way on his cock and tongue as well, trying to breathe as you babbled nonsense - you were always pleading him to either keep going or to stop. In the end it didn’t matter, he does things at his own pace. 

“Sl-oow down please - nghh! Gonna - ahh~!” Your body spasms, hands gripping his hair as he continued eating you out through your orgasm.

“Doesn’t feel like ya want me to stop?” He chuckles, slick dripping from his mouth down to his chin. “You can give me ‘nother, right pretty? Wanna keep tastin’ you~”

Childe who loves having you sit on his lap, panties soaked and in his pocket. You could be impaled on his cock or just riding his thigh, he didn’t care. He just loved to see you act this way, bashful and embarrassed yet so needy. He loves having you this way, particularly when he’s giving commands to his underlings. And if anyone were to look too long, well...they would be ‘missing’ tomorrow. 

Childe who loves the sparkle in your eyes, the absolute excitement whenever you see him, the overwhelming joy when he does something for you or gives you something, the terror and concern whenever he comes to you, all bloodied and hurt. He loves seeing every expression you give him, every emotion he could feel from you. It almost makes up for the lack thereof from his side. 

Childe who never needs to act around you. Who smiles and frowns whenever he wants. Who laughs genuinely whenever you make a joke and scoffs - playfully - when you give him a terrible nickname (One of his personal favourites was the one time you had called titty twistin’, panty lickin’, toe lovin’ dick wad. It cracks him up everytime.)

Childe who looks at you like you strung up the stars everytime you patch up his wounds. Or make food for him. Or hold him tight at night when he misses his family. Childe loves deeply and selfishly and never wants to let you go. You’ve ruined him for anybody else, so take responsibility.

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Zhongli who looks for you in a crowd of people, and when he sees you smiles that gorgeous smile of his. He’ll quicken his pace to reach your side before offering you his hand to accompany him for his walk. 

Zhongli who greets you everyday with a kiss on the forehead, then to the right cheek, then the left before finally stopping at your lips. Nobody knows when he started doing this, and who were you to stop him? He holds your face in his hands and looks at you like you’re Celestia. Like you’re his world. 

“Good morning Honey.” His voice is low and breathy, content as he goes in for another kiss.

“Mm…good morning handsome.” 

Zhongli who very regularly buys gifts for you. With Childe’s money of course. Personalised chopsticks, hair pins, handkerchiefs, vases, flowers, etc. He’s a traditional man and loves showering his beloved in gifts, even if he didn’t buy it with his own mora.

Zhongli who is mature and talks with you about any misunderstandings. Who never lets an argument go too far and always knows when to stop and give you space. He always calms down before you - and you didn’t know if it was because he’s older or because that’s just Zhongli - and brings you back down to his level. 

Zhongli who makes you use your words when asking him for things. For hugs, for kisses, for sex. Even while you’re lying on the bed, face warm and sweaty, panting and drooling and dumbed down. He almost cruelly asks you questions about whether you want more, if you want him inside, if you want to go another round. 

Zhongli whose love-making and fucking styles are different. Love-making consists of sweet kisses, gentle touches, breathy moans and intimately long looks. When Zhongli fucks, he becomes a beast. A dragon who plays with his possessions as he likes. There are more marks left littering your body, bruising kisses, tears and so much more cum.

Zhongli whose marks glow a bright yellow when he fucks you. His arms glow brightly and his horns come out. It won’t matter what gender you are, he has you in a mating press with your thighs above his shoulders and his hips at a brutal pace. You have to wear long pants or skirts to cover the bruises and scratches left on your hips. And even though Zhongli apologises for his roughness, you can tell he  doesn’t mean it with the way he smiles proudly at the way you stumble around.

Zhongli who can never control himself when he sees you in his clothes. Doesn’t matter if you’re dressed underneath his huge coat or if you’re wearing one of his white dress shirts and only that. He can feel his dragon instincts acting up, his cock twitching and he can barely hold himself back before pouncing on you. Who can blame him though when you look so cute? Really you should blame yourself for getting into this situation, silly!

Zhongli who loves walking around Liyue with you. It doesn’t matter if you’ve walked past the same road like five times, he just wants to have company! You walk with your hand in the crook of his elbow, listening to him go on and on about ‘history’ which is really just him talking shit about Venti. Do you say anything and interrupt his one sided podcast? No. 

[ohmykinks]

Papai

Noel !

Sum :: Santa in portuguese is "papai noel" ; that has the word daddy introduced in the first word, christmas has arrived and they want to make a special gift to their girlfriend

Warnings: MINOR Writing (Anti's DNI) + Proceed with caution + Semi public sex + Hold the moan + Daddy kink + Breeding kink ( Toji, Geto ) + Degradation ( Toji, Gojo, Sukuna ) + Oral ( M - Geto ) + Cowgirl (Toji) + Fingering ( Gojo ) + Petnames ( babe, love, princess ) + Rough sex ( Sukuna, Toji ) + Soft mdom ( Geto, Gojo) + Praise + Jjk x Fem reader

A/n: A Christmas special! Happy holidays to y'all! remembering, I'm a minor so if you don't like it just don't interact

Gojo + Geto + Toji + Sukuna

Satoru ::

“What a nasty girl huh? Arching so good for me...” - He whispered fixing his hands, pushing deeper and deeper into his girlfriend tight hole; which tried to expel his fingers squeezing against it

“My family is in the living room! Slowly please..! ~ Mmm-” — moaned needily against the palm of your own hand, feeling your spongy walls squeeze his fingers tightly

“I guess da princess should stop moaning like a whore then, fragile girl” — He said speeding up the movements, and with his thumb, making circular movements on your clit, making you arch your back just like a cat

“That's the way I like, a obedient good girl, you're so warm inside... Y'know that babe?” He spoke as he searched for your g-spot, curling his fingers, rubbing them on your insides

“I usually don't go that hard on ya, but you look so adorable and palpable on this dress! I can barely... A-ah.. Resist”

He could barely contain his own noises, his eyes charged with desire and lust, which made your skin shiver, a shiver rising up your spine as you felt something rising in your insides; the world melted completely as the heat of the moment increased

“Betcha you been thinking of daddy's fingers fucking you senseless while you cant even remember you own name huh?”

You could barely think straight, sweat running down your face, your dress already crumpled, occasionally being pulled up from your waist; Satoru hates being distracted while fucking his girl

“Like t-that daddy! Ri... Right there- Dont..”

“Stop? Chill... I wont” Satoru speed up the movements of his fingers, you felt that at any moment Satoru would reach the entrance of your womb, his fingers were so long that the only reaction you could have was to moan like a little bitch and roll eyes back to your head

Your orgasm already was almost dripping out of you, when a warm wave hit your body, you put your head back, releasing all your juices out, soaking Satoru hand completely

He pulls his fingers out with a loud, wet “pop!” and brings his two digits to his slightly pink lips, tasting your juices

“Could you squirt on my cock too?”

Suguru ::

He held the back of your neck, bringing you closer to him, your nose brushing against his crotch

Every time the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, you heard soft frustrated moans from Geto, there was a slight blush on his cheeks; Christmas dinner was almost ready, and the two of you in the room, while anyone suspected what might be going on inside

“Greedy girl... Betcha can't even put me whole in your-- A-aah!” — Your throat swallowed him whole, with small and light gags, which went unnoticed by Suguru

He held your hair tight, guiding your movements back and forth, while you held his thighs, nails gripping his skin, leaving red marks

“Atta girl” — Suguru said, giving a little caress to your hair, running his fingers between them, stopping to look at your beautiful face - “Squeezing daddy so tight... If ya continue at this pace, I'll end up painting your cute pink lips white”

“When I cum... Swallow it all babe, you're lucky I won't cum inside your cunt”

“Y-yeeaahh d-... d-daddy...” — You spoke between his cock, your voice muffled, rolling your eyes, choking more intensely

You huge and hungry eyes looking at him from below made Suguru horny, very very horny, he bit his lower lip gently, trapped on the feeling of your tight throat around his cock

“Gosh, I wish this was your wet pussy love... Fuck! Make me cum princess... Make daddy fucking cum...”

Your muffled moans echoed through the room, Geto's sounds forming a contrast between yours, his grip on your hair losing strength, his body getting softer, while a drop of sweat ran down his forehead

“gonna... Ngh!~... C-cumming!” — His seed hit the back of your throat, making you gag, your cheeks full of Suguru's cum, swallowing it all and then licking your lips

“Now... Lets have a creampie, shall we?”

Toji ::

“fuck!~ Jus' like tha!-” — He held your hips, pulling you down on his cock, which drew a moan from your lips

“Bounce on my dick just like da desperate whore you are..” — The bed hit the wall, you could barely move, Toji helped you, slapping your ass

“Pathetic! Ya barely sat on me and already need help” — Grumbled, Toji had no idea how big he was, and how much he stretch the entrance of his girlfriend pussy when penetrating

“t-too... B-big..” — You answered him, trying to get used to his size, starting to move without help, with slight movements up and down

Toji grabbed your breasts, pinching the nipples, drawing moans from you lips, you writhed against his cock, putting your head back; trying to cover your mouth, but he held you wrists so tight, you can barely move

“What nice tits... 'Come here” - You came closer, while he grabbed you, licking your nipples, running his tongue between them, while with the other hand, he squeezed the other so hard as to leave a mark

“D-daddy... Slow down plea- mmmmm~” - You could barely finish your sentences without interrupting them with a satisfied moan; in response to Toji's taunts, you rolled your waist, as you went up and down on his cock; like an elevator

“C'mon, you can take it, It's not like ya haven't swallowed daddy's cock with tha tight little pussy before” — Toji encouraged you, with his face still on your breasts, the bed making noises as loud as the two of you made sure everyone was listening

The encouragement motivated you to go harder, you went up and down with more intensity, each thrust made you turn your eyes back to your head, it was all driving you crazy; Toji grabbed your ass, nails sinking into your soft skin, making you not even 1 centimeter away from his balls when bouncing

“that's riiiight... Cum for me bitch, make this pussy drip all over my cock” — Toji said amidst grunts, rubbing your rounded clit with his thumb

“gonna make you a fucking mommy-” — It wasn't the first time and not even the last he came inside, and you loved to cum along with him

“Make me pregnant please daddy! Ngh! ~... Aaaaaaah~ Toji~” - You moaned needily, gently grabbing Toji's hair, breasts swaying deliciously

You both felt tight feelings inside you, heavy breaths, warm and passionate kisses, you both could feel that at any moment you were going to explode

“c-cumming...!” — You gave a last hoarse moan, feeling his cum run down your thighs, you fell with your head against his shoulder, sweaty and breathing unregulated, his thick hot seed spreading inside you; and as soon as you got off him, it was dripping out of your entrance

“I think she had more fun than the two of us babe...” — Toji said pulling you into his arms

“Next Christmas, I'm going to buy a toy as a gift for our son... It's going to be a boy”

Sukuna ::

“what a nasty bitch huh? Begging me to fuck ya while your parents are preparing dinner for Christmas when i told you to wait” — He thrust into her pussy while one of his hands covered her face

"Youre such a tease"

“Be very quiet for daddy, and maybe I'll let you cum, disgusting little thing...” — Sukuna cursed you while slapping your pussy, making you moan against his palm

“Shameless girl... Don't you feel sorry for being such a slut? Tell me youre sorry” — He increased his speed and thrust deeper, waiting for an answer

“I-im sorry, I-im sorry, Please forgive me... A-aaaaaaahhh... Just like that 'Kuna”

“Are you sorry about what nasty girl?” — 'Kuna tested you, wanted to see you lose control, wanted you to moan his name loudly for everyone to hear

“For being a bitch who doesn't know how to wait...” — He felt satisfied with the answer, going faster, hitting your sweet spot with the head of his cock; he circulated with two digits on your fat and rounded clit from excitement

“That's more like it” — He held your neck as a support for every thrust he gave to your tight pussy

“Squeezing me soooooo good... You are so hot, your tits shaking.. make me want to just kiss them” — Sukuna squeezed your soft globes, drawing murmurs from your lips

“I-i want to cum...” — You said needy, your eyes hungry for your own peak, hands squeezing the sheets

Sukuna increased speed and pressure, pinning you to the bed by the neck, squeezing moderately

“i wanna cum- i-i wanna cum- please let me cum! L-let me cummmm-” — Begged to cum, while you felt your head spinning, Sukuna cock making you see stars

“Pretty please, where's your manners greddy girl?” — He smirked, teasing you once more

“pretty please pretty please pretty please pretty please pretty please prett- O-ooooh~ Fuck!” — And when you least expected it, you already squirted on his cock, his thumb still on your clit, rubbing slowly circles; he went down, sticking his tongue in you entrance, penetrating two fingers, and then, looking directly into your eyes

“i guess you'll get punished for cumming early”

[vienssunshine]

What are the Halloween costumes that would drive JJK characters crazy?

pairings: Maki, Choso, and Nanami x fem!reader nsfw: drug use, implied sexual activity

Maki: Black Cat

Maki has no issue with your "costume" being just lingerie and cat ears. Well, you had drawn a little triangle on your cute nose, so she'd give you credit for that. But even so, how could she mind the basic costume when you made it look so good? It's hard to focus on the conversation she's having when the body suit—so tight on your gorgeous silhouette—is riding up on your hips, allowing her to make out the curve of your ass. And just below it, she can see your black thigh highs and how they squeeze your legs, a little bit of your flesh spilling out over the top. With a sight like this, she can't stand there staring the whole time, she has to come over and introduce herself to the pretty girl in the cat costume. You'd giggle your name back to her and do a terrible job of hiding how your eyes flick down to the strong but elegant hands of hers that you just took a drink from. Later in the night, when you two end up pressed together in the closet of someone's house, she would show you how she's quite the cat person and knows how to take care of your pussy.

Choso: Vampire

This boy is emo!!! And so touch starved, so when you're smoking his weed outside of your friend’s party and you playfully threaten to bite his neck, he agrees. With a fanged smile, you pass the blunt back to him and place your hands on his built shoulders so you can close in on your victim. He shudders at the sensation of your breath on his throat, pulse thumping through his neck as he senses you move closer and closer until your fake fangs graze his pale skin. His hand grabs onto your arm, but he doesn’t stop you as you gently bite his flesh. It’s not enough to draw blood, but it still sends a shiver of—fear? excitement? ...arousal?—down his spine. As a thank you for providing make-believe sustenance, you remove your fangs from his neck and plant a gentle kiss in their place, causing his fingers to squeeze around your arm. Your kiss leaves a smear of your red lipstick on his skin, but he doesn’t wipe it off, he likes being marked.

Nanami: Classic Movie Killer

Nanami would find all your little teases about how he should ‘watch out’ because ‘there’s a serial killer on the loose,’ very entertaining. You’d brandish your flimsy plastic knife and draw a line across his throat with it while telling him he should be grateful you haven’t killed him yet since, if you wanted to, you could. He’d cross his arms, showcasing his strong, veiny forearms, and tilt his head with an “Oh yeah?” and watch as you stumble over yourself to double down on your empty threats. Aside from the fact that he would be able to pin you in under a second, he knows it'd be impractical to kill anyone in the skimpy get-up you're wearing. Not that he doesn't like the little 'killer' outfit though, he actually has a hard time keeping his eyes from roaming the bloodied, exposed skin your crop-top and skirt reveal. Of course he’d keep his composure at the Halloween party, but after it he'd take you home and rip off your costume, leaving you bare and naked and dripping with arousal, and it’s only then he'd allow himself to teach you who should be scared of who.

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING POSSESSIVE !!! CARLOS S. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: carlos didn't need any reassurance especially when she wasn't going to be getting away from his grasp sooner or later.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni), use of explicit language, toxic-esque relationship, possessive!mean dom!carlos, double penetration + anal play, degrading, oral (m receiving) + face fucking/deep throat, impact play, brief breath play, dacryphilia

note: idk what i wrote dawg I'M SORRY 😭 enjoy xx

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carlos, with all his suave and his talent, was a secured man. 

he knew that. in fact, he couldn’t find himself to care what people may think about his driving skills, or what he’s wearing, let alone his relationship status. 

but there were times when some things were slowly slipping away from his grasp. in those instances, he had to hold on tight and even pull them back where he had them. 

one of those times was during his p1 celebration. carlos turned away for a brief second to exchange pleasantries with the partygoers who approached him, thanking them and telling them to enjoy the party. 

but as soon as he turned back, she was gone. she was leaning over the bar counter as she patiently waited for her drink to be filled up. no— she wasn’t just waiting, she was giggling at whatever the hell lando was telling her. lando wasn’t even that funny, carlos said. 

the more carlos stared, the more his anger grew.

he should be blaming himself for not paying attention to her for a whole month straight, really. the woman asked for his undivided attention even if it’s just for an hour, yet he never gave her that. 

he could be blaming himself right now, with his face drenched in sweat after dancing for too long and his face red in anger and jealousy, but he chose not to head that route.

instead he decided that she should’ve behaved herself even if she had to wait for him.

carlos towered over her, his chiseled body bare and his cock hardened as he looked down at her with a mocking pitiful expression. 

her knees were burning as she knelt down on the carpeted floor of their hotel room, her body practically shaking in anticipation. she had nothing on, her arousal dripping out of her as continued to look up at him with a pleading look. 

yeah, carlos scoffed, as if that’d work this time.

carlos’ face gave her a go ahead— as if she already knew what to do. 

her mouth gaped open and she stuck her tongue out, allowing carlos to push his cock into her mouth. she forced herself to keep her hands on her back, her tongue swirling on the tip of his cock.

her mouth on his length elicited a moan out of carlos, his hands now grabbing her head by the roots. he increased his pace and moved deeper, the tip of his cock now resting at the back of her throat as she felt all of him in her mouth. 

“mi pequeña y buena puta,” my good little whore. carlos muttered quietly, hearing her breathe through her nose despite the tip of it grazing his skin. “ojalá lo supieras mejor.” i wish you knew better.

she couldn’t even utter a word, her words stuck on her throat with his cock shoving them back down. her eyes were watering as she looked up at carlos, who looked down at her once more with a smug expression.

“can’t take it anymore, bonita?” carlos cooed mockingly, making her shake her head while she continued to get her mouth fucked.

carlos pulled her mouth away from his length, making her gasp. he chuckled quietly, “good because i’m gonna make sure you know who you fucking belong to. on the bed.”

in a typical day, she’d be stubborn enough to resist and roll her eyes at him. but she knew exactly what she had done to piss him off like this and she knew better than testing him, and so she obliged and went to the bed on all fours. 

it didn’t take long for carlos to get around and kneel on the mattress, his hand gliding down her soaked cunt as she shivered from his touch. 

“who told you to act like that?” carlos asked her firmly, his voice low and his fingers slowly prodding her cunt.

she didn’t utter a word, instead she bit her lip as she didn’t want to displease him anymore than she did earlier.

he was growing frustrated from her silence. he didn’t have that much patience for her sudden quietness, especially when her behaviour was loud enough to defy and make carlos jealous. 

she let out a loud whimper when he struck a blow to her cunt, her clit sending aroused and pained signals to her brain. 

“who?” carlos still didn’t get any answer. he slapped her cunt continuously, each slap was rougher than the last as she cried out. 

she was unable to let out a word, her brain was getting too fuzzy from each strike and each derogatory word that escaped carlos’ tone. some sinful parts of her wanted to be treated like this after a whole month of not being taken care of by the ferrari driver. that’s why she behaved like she wasn’t his back there.

by the tenth time, he pulled his hand away and watched her cunt throb around nothing. 

“still nothing?” carlos asked despite the fact that he’s not expecting any more answers from her.

she couldn’t even remember hearing him move around as she was already entering her hazy state. she was keeping her composure, yet despite all of those attempts she was driven away by his cock as he entered her fully without a warning. 

she cried out, “fuck!” her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the sheets beneath her. carlos thrusted hard, pounding her like he was stating his frustrations to her.

“you love this don’t you?” carlos growled lowly, his one hand gripping her hips while the other collected her arousal and slid two fingers in her back hole. his cock entered her cunt at the same pace as his two fingers, penetrating her until she couldn’t handle it anymore. 

“did you really think i won’t punish you for behaving like a slut?” carlos asked her, making her shake her head insistently as she cried and sobbed. tears fell down her cheeks as she felt immense pleasure from his continuous fucking. “ah, so you did it because you know i’ll be punishing you?”

“if you wanted some reminder of who owns you then you could have just asked me, bonita,” carlos crooned mockingly, his hand that gripped her hips pulled her up by the throat. he pulled her body closer, her back on his chest while he continued fucking both her holes. 

he squeezed her throat and released the pressure. he muttered in her ear, “what would everybody think if they found out that you like to be treated like a whore when i don’t give you attention, hm?” 

her mouth let out nothing but incoherent words, feeling her walls clenching around him as she whined pitifully. 

“they can see it already, bebe,” he whispered, nipping at her ear as she gasped loudly.

“so fucking tight and good for me,” carlos continued, “whose pussy is this?” 

her mouth gaped open as she tried to utter something. carlos squeezed her throat, restricting her airflow as she cried out, “yours, carlos, fuck! yours!”

“yeah?” carlos whispered heatedly, now increasing his pace as he chased her high and his. “these holes are mine, yes? no one else’s?” 

“yes- hah- fuck, yes ‘m yours,” she babbled, her voice pleading with him as her walls clenched around him.

he let out a loud grunt as his thrusts slowed, his cock still sliding in and out of her hard as both of them reached their high. her walls milked his cock, painting her insides white with his load as her legs trembled and gave up.

she knew that if she simply asked for his attention, he wouldn’t give it— he’d make some promise that he wasn’t going to follow through and he’d forget about it.

perhaps it was a great idea to remind him that some things were meant to slip out of his grasp, and that he should continue holding onto it tightly. otherwise, she wouldn’t be fucked out as she wished to be.

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen @happy-nico @architect-2015

♡   moony’s reminder 🅴 (explicit edition): @glitterf1 @savrose129 @maxillness

[wonderlandwalker]

Nurse Nightingale | James Potter x Reader

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Summary: Someone wakes you up in the middle of the night, when you realize it's James looking for help you don't have the heart to refuse him

Content Warnings/Tags: fluff, blood, bruising, cuts, mentions of violence, insinuations of smut

Word Count: 1k

A/n: I'm currently using the uni holiday as an excuse not to study so now I'm writing non-stop instead. Not quite smut but sorta if you're willing to squint

*Knock knock*

You turn around, looking at the clock on the bedside table. Who the hell is knocking on the door at 3 AM?

*Knock knock*

You turn onto your stomach, pushing your pillow over your head in an attempt to block out the noise.

*Knock knock*

It’s louder this time, more determined, and you hear someone speak: “Y/N, it’s me. Please let me in.” He’s rambling a bit, he sounds tired as well. A shiver goes through your body at hearing his voice, his voice always seems to mess with your head in a way nothing else can.

“What are you doing here James? It’s 3 AM.” You ask, through the still closed door, your voice dripping with sleep. “Just, please, open the door..” He sounds desperate this time, so you decide to do what he asks. You stand up, maybe a little too fast, making your head spin, and walk towards the door. You open it, meaning to step aside to let him in, but when you see him illuminated by the hallway, you freeze. He’s bleeding, a cut starting at his nose and going diagonally underneath his eye, he’s straightened his glasses but there's a crack in them, another bruise at his temple, one on his lips, those soft lips you always think about, even a bruise below his ear on his cheek masking his jawline. “What in Merlin’s name happened to you?” You hear yourself whisper, more at yourself than him. “It’s nothing..” he slures out “.. just wanted to see you.” You move aside to let him into the empty room and he takes the opportunity, walking towards the bed, but not before grabbing you by your waist and giving you a quick, but passionate kiss. He takes you by surprise with it, your mind still trying to wrap around what happened, and your body falls into him, making him hiss from the cut on his upper lip, but he doesn't seem to want to stop regardless.

He sits down on your bed when he breaks the kiss, and you turn on the bedside lamp to get a better look at him. Small bruises are forming on his arms, and his muscles seem strained, his exhausted body melting into the bedding.

“Lay down, I’ll be right back.” you mumble at him before moving to the other side of your room where you left your wand. After a little searching, you find it, but with how tired you are, you’re not sure how much you trust yourself with it. You remember the small first aid kit in your bathroom, and move to get it before making your way back to James.

You see him struggling to take his jumper off, and move over to help him with it. Once it’s off he moves to lie down, and you put some extra pillows under his head, making him sit up a little more before pouring the sterilizer on a towel. You look over at him again, and wonder about how you’re going to do this, when you see him stretch his arm out to you. You take his hand and he pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him and giving me the perfect position to patch him up.

You look at his chest, covered in blooming bruises, and when the towel hits the few open wounds, he groans a little, instinctively moving his hands to your hips to ground himself. His eyes are closed, and even though he looks like he should be in pain, he seems relaxed.

He stays quiet the whole time, only the occasional hiss or groan leaving him. And when you’re done, having put everything back in its proper place, he asks you silently: “Can I please stay over” “Of course you can, I’m not letting you wander back in this state.” you tell him while moving to lie down beside him. He doesn’t seem satisfied though, and pulls you in even closer.

After a few more minutes of silence, you ask him: “Jamie, what the hell happened to you..?” “It’s, it’s nothing, really, just-" He seems a little hesitant, so you wait for him to continue. “There, there were these guys…” He sounds a little angry, but you still don’t know what he’s talking about. “Do you remember the party that was going on, earlier tonight?” “Of course I do.” you tell him. You had gotten tired early, and decided to head to bed while the others stayed a while longer. “Well, turns out some of the Slytherins had noticed you, and they were talking about you.” He seems even angrier now, you remember this look, it’s similar to the look he got when he lost the Quidditch house cup, except this seems more personal somehow. “They were talking about you, telling their stuck-up friends all the things he would do to you- calling you names and saying how he-” you see him clench his fists, his knuckles turning white. “He was telling them how he would-, bloody hell, I can’t even get it out of my mouth. But I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I, well, I may have punched him.” “You did what?” you ask him, not fully wanting to believe what he’s telling you. Sure, he get detention often enough, but never for fist fights, he doesn't get in fist fights. “I punched him, and I got into a fight with him and his friends.” The hesitance is back now, replacing his anger. “I’m sorry y/n, but I couldn’t stand him saying those kinds of things about you.” You smile a little, and he looks confused. “You got into a fight to defend my honour, Potter?” Your smile only growing. He only nods and you don’t hesitate to lean in, kissing him softly. You can still taste the blood on his tongue, but you don’t care, and he doesn’t seem to either.

You shift over, and he pulls you in to straddle his lap once again. You give him a quiet “I love you” in between kisses. He doesn’t need to say it back this time, his actions having spoken louder than words.

[mountttmase]

Sweetheart

Note - so I wrote this in the way home from work after all the softness on the dash for masey 🥺 it’s super self indulgent and rushed and probably rubbish but I hope you guys like it 🩷

@yoursselo @tsimvkas @ithinkimokeei @saltyheartnightmare @harvestmount 🩷🩷🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 1.2k

Warnings - fluff

Leaving the office late used to be a rare occurrence, now it was the norm.

With the days getting longer and lighter you didn’t mind so much but when it was raining like it was right now you knew the trains would be packed and you wouldn’t be there early enough to get a seat. The weather had fooled you that morning and you were dressed in your favourite blazer but it offered you little protection from the rain so you were forced to stand the whole way home, crushed against someone else with your head under their arm while you dripped all over the floor

You made it home in one piece though. Letting yourself in and shunning yourself of your soggy clothes by the door as you didn’t want to walk through in the wet ones and luckily enough for you, Mason had thrown a hoodie of his over the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. His smell consuming you as you pulled it over your head to cover your body that was only clad in your underwear now and a sense of warmth hit you immediately.

You knew you wanted to see him right away, listening out for where he might be but the sound of the tv coming from the lounge made you head that way and your suspicions were confirmed when you found him sitting on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket watching tv.

You knew you were lucky to have Mason, he was more than you could ever dream of, but getting to watch him like this when he was unaware made your heart thump and you felt overwhelmed with how much love you had for him.

You’d mentioned a few weeks ago about how you loved the hair style he had a year ago and now it was cut into the same one. A fluffy brunette mess sitting on top of his head that was still unstyled from his shower at training and all you could think about was running your fingers through it.

You couldn’t help but find everything he did adorable, the way his big brown eyes followed what was happening on the screen, the way he bit his lips absentmindedly and scrunched his nose as he focused on what was going on and you could have stood there for the rest of the night and just watching him in the dim lamplight.

He caught onto you being there soon enough though, his eyes snapping over to where you were standing as you moved a little further into the room and the way you both laughed as he held his hand out for you made your heart leap.

‘Hey sweetheart, when did you get in?’

‘Just now’ you smiled. Getting a better view of him in his favourite comfy clothes under his blanket and the sight made you smile even wider.

‘Oh yeah? I do hope you didn’t go to work dressed like that’ he laughed as he helped you into his lap. Wrapping the blanket around the both of you so your naked legs that were across his thighs were covered and you chuckled at his childishness.

‘Don’t worry, gorgeous. These legs are for your eyes only’ you teased, shivering as he placed a sweet kiss to your temple.

‘Good’ he winked. Squeezing your thigh as you cuddled into each other and you felt yourself relax instantly. ‘How was your day, love?’

The pair of you sat chatting for a little while. Filling him in on the carnage that your least favourite coworker had thrust upon your team that day and in turn he told you all about training. Laughing as he told you stories of how the team were still banging on at him about his goal and the joy on his face was infectious.

You’d missed this. Missed him being on a high from having a good game and scoring an amazing goal. Missed his animated features and as the pair of you both finally had something to say to each other. Knowing that Mason loved contributing something positive about his day which he hadn’t been able to do so much lately and you hadn’t realised you were staring at him until he stopped talking halfway through a sentence.

‘Why are you looking at me like that?’

‘Because’ you smiled, your hands coming up to cup his jaw before you playfully pinched his cheeks. ‘You’re so adorable, Masey’

‘Stop it’ he giggled, trying to shake his head away from you so you couldn’t carry on but you weren’t done with him yet. Placing your hands gently on the side of his face so you could make him look at you and it’s like you were falling for him all over again.

He looked so happy. Big brown eyes that made you feel like sunshine, a soft smile on his pretty lips as he looked up at you adoringly but it was the adorable blush over his cheeks and bridge of his nose that made your heart skip a beat. No matter how much Mason told you he didn’t like you making a fuss of him in that way you knew he secretly loved it. He was the king of physical touch, but he also loved to hear how much you loved him and clearly the mix of both right now was too much for him.

‘What’s gotten into you tonight? You’ve gone all soft'

‘I just love you. And I love coming home to you’ you whispered. Your eyes flickering over his features and you melted at the way he rested his cheek into your palm. ‘Moments like this, it makes it all worth it, right?’

‘I love you too’ he whispered, shutting his eyes momentarily before he was looking back up at you. ‘You’re always worth it, my love’ and when his eyes dropped to your lips you knew what he wanted.

It was one of the softest kisses you’d ever shared. No intent of taking things any further, just content with wanting to show each other how much you loved the other as you loving brushed your lips against his and when you lightly scratched over his stubble he giggled adorably onto your lips. In turn tickling your naked waist under his hoodie until you squirmed in delight and your giggles mixed together.

‘Have you eaten, sweetheart? It's getting late and I don’t want you going to bed hungry’ he told you and you felt yourself melt again.

‘Will you make me your special pasta?’ You asked shyly, knowing how happy it made him whenever you asked and it was worth it for the bright smile that adorned his lips.

‘Till the day I die, I’ll always make you my special pasta’ he professed, the pair of you laughing as he scooped you up under your legs and carried you off into the kitchen.

[pedge-page]

Hey, could you do one for Javier Peña for piss kink please? :) if you can. It can be any scenario. Thank you!!

notes: it has been a minute for smut writing and especially PK, but thank you to those who are still ready to read!

Javi's Letting Go

Javi Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Piss kink, slight piss drinking, unprotected sex, creampie, brief shower sex, rough sex, dom!javi then docile!Javi!, oral m!receiving, not proofread

18+ ONLY

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It was way too fucking humid tonight. His clothes stick to his body even after showing in his own apartment. Even his leather couch was painful to get up from.

They got another false lead today.

He was going insane. Set up a whole squad to track it for two weeks only for it to be bogus. Wasted time. Wasted money. 

He wanted to be wasted right now.

So that’s what he did, right as he called you up. 

When he opened the door, you were standing there with glittery lashes, a tight dress borderline wedging up your ass, and fishnet stalkings begging to be torn.

His eyes were baggy and hooded. He made no attempt to hide the way he looked up you and down, purring low in his chest as he checked your legs. A brown bottle dangled loosely from his left hand as he propped himself with an elbow against the wall.

“Already started without me?” You coo, grasping his chin with your thumb and sauntering in like you were here daily.

Lately, you were.

-

“Fuck, Javi!” 

The bed frame rattles aggressively against the poor wall. It was hot as shit in here, but the activities between you were not helping cool anything down in the slightest.

He bares his teeth as he shoves your face into the mattress, pulling your ass flush against his hip again. He cock plunged deliciously inside you, his tip kissing your cervix.

He was trying to fuck you into oblivion.

You weren’t lost on it. The way his fingers dig a little too incessantly into your sides. He keeps re-gripping you, like he’s not happy with any place he can put his hands and keep them there. The sweat dripping from his chest onto your back makes you think he’d been thinking more with his brain too lately than his body. That’s why you’re here. 

His pace is hard and fast followed but deep, harsh strokes in and out. He’s putting his hips into over drive, trying to find the spot inside you to get both of you to cum.

You’d already cum, with how much he’s been drilling you into the bed. A pillow propped right below your waist, your clit snagged perfectly against its plushness. You shivered and whined each time, but it never did him any good. He just kept going ,determined to reach his high. He could always feel when you cum. In fact, he’d usually change his own dynamic to make sure you rode yours out before going for another.

There was nothing else on his mind right now. With the way his thighs slapped obscenely against the back of yours, he wasn’t thinking about anything else except his own elusive orgasm.

“Javi—please,” you croak. You manage to tilt your head to the side, breathing in the air instead of the sweaty pillow you’d been biting the last hour. “Let me—let me suck you off this time--mmf!”

He grasps your mouth with his meaty palm and crowns over your body tightly. His hips pumping madly, in and out, while you whimper into his palm repeatedly.

You can hear his panting, like it’s desperate and hoarse. Like he’s trying to strangle his cock in your cunt. He’s been on the verge for hours and yet—nothing has crescendoed him into release. 

“FUCK!” He shouts, forcing his dick deep one last time inside you before pulling out and away from you.

You let out a breath through your lips.

The slick sound of his cock beating against your pussy lips makes you turn slightly, your eyes scanning his face for the first time in a minute.

His eyes are squeezed shut, veins in his forearm and bicep flexing to their straining point as he fists his shaft at lightening speed. his nose scrunches in frustration. It’s not working.

You know he had a bad day without him saying so.

He breaths out one last time then tosses both arms into the air in defeat. His hands come down and fist his own hair, but he says nothing. 

He’s staring up at the ceiling for so long, he almost forgets you’re there were it not for the gentle tickle of your lips pressing ever so softly below his belly button.

He looks down, your doe eyes staring back at him. You kiss him again there, hovering over his happy trail. He feels your pretty nails grasp his pelvis, splayed out across his lower abdomen. It’s like a tease, but he’s still trying to figure out what you’re doing.

His wet tip bumps against your chin.

“Try something f’me,” you whisper, giving it a soft kitten kiss while watching him.

He doesn’t respond, but doesn’t flinch away either.

You take that as your cue to press a little firmly into his public area. He lets out a surprised grunt.

“Shhhh.” You nuzzle your nose against his lower belly there, right above the base of his cock.

You’re doing something to him, something he’s not sure about. It’s like you’re unwinding him from the inside, convincing his body to let go of what his mind is so damn tightly holding on to. He’s too intrigued by your actions that he doesn’t have half a mind to fight it off. the alcohol in him is finally able to take over. Swimming through his veins and finally letting him breathe.

“I want you to do what feels natural,” you hum, your thumb dancing along his hairs  before pushing in again. 

“Oh shit—“Javi lets out a grunt again, almost a whimper. “I don’t think—“

“Then don’t.”

Your tongue swirls around his bulbous head, tasting his precum and your dried juices mingling together. You part your lips, tongue holding his cock upright so he can see his tip resting in your mouth. You jerk his lightly, just enough that he can feel tingly. 

His chest rises and falls, stuttering. He swallows. He feels his hands dangle uselessly by his sides but he doesn’t mind. His stomach pulls in on itself then pushes out. 

He looks at you one last time for reassurance. You nod. You’ll take it from here.

So he closes his eyes and surrenders. Floats for a minute. Only feeling you stimulating him down there, and nothing else matters.

For the first time all week, he feels cool again.

A feint hissing sound brings him back to Earth. When he looks down again, he almost falls backwards.

A steady stream of yellow liquid is leaving his tip and entering your mouth, flooding your tongue before spilling down your cheeks and chin and onto your tits and stomach.

He’s pissing in your mouth, and you’re letting him.

There’s a little tug at the corner of your lips, wanting to smile. You’re proud of him.

He should stop. Fuck he should stop, this is so wrong—he’d never defile you like this!

But his body in control now, and there’s no stopping it. He goes and goes and keeps going. Urine splattering the back of your tongue and bouncing out to trickle below. You’re absolutely covered in it, shiny under the lamp light and dampening the sheets below you as if it were yours. 

The taste was bitter but you stayed still, letting him piss out everything he had drank tonight. You cup your tits below, and his eyes flicker down.

Pursing your lips, you slurp the messy stream loudly like a water fountain. He helps angle his cock so that it aims down your neck and over your breasts, splashing. The two of you grin. 

It’s fucking good.

Using your fingers, you draw the hood of your clit back. Javi catches on quick and directs his stream down there. “Oohhhhh,, fuck yeah baby…so fuckin’ warm,” you moan. You spread your legs wider, one hand keeping your folds apart so he can piss on your pussy, the other groping your tit and pinching your nipples.

When he finally releases everything that was inside him, he lets out a sight. You’re completely covered in urine. his urine. Slick and smelly and sexy as ever as you play with your pussy mixed with his piss. 

He falls on top of you, your body wetly pressing against his. His tongue finds your lips, uncaring of the taste of his own liquid gold as you make out heavily. He slips his cock back in, thrusts in and out deep but slowly. The two of you moaning into each other until you’re both cumming. Shivering from toe to head, he paints your walls white. You feel euphoric, your core warm and squeezing perfectly around him as you milk one another.

He kisses your collar bone, sated. “Thank you.”

-

It’s on the fifth night straight in a row that you’re over. He’s just pressed you flush against the shower wall, petting out a harsh pant before you feel the overwhelming rush of warm filling you and quickly leaving between your legs and down the drain.

“You’re getting better each time,” you hum, biting your lip. The sensation overwhelms you, and your own piss is joining his down your legs. 

He chuckles against your cheek. “You’re gonna do it in my mouth next.”

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I hate you , right? | GR63

George Russell x Red Bull Driver! y/n

warnings : swearing

Summary : George was a little too attractive after the summer break.

“Oh fuck off Russell! Are you blind? Side mirrors are there for a reason! Learn to fucking use it! You almost cost me my race, dickhead!”

Y/N L/N the first ever female driver for the Red Bull racing team, only through sheer determination and hardheadedness was she able to achieve such an amazing feat.

Being the only female on the grid was hard enough as it is with misogyny and sexism biting at her rear , but adding a British asshole really did put the cherry on top on the cake of ass-hattery that Formula 1 offered.

“Not my fault you drive like a fucking lunatic, that turn was mine and you know it L/N! maybe next time learn how to actually drive rather than depending on your car”

The two drivers are at each other’s faces yet again . This had been a normal event, that even the teams have grown accustomed to the shouts and curses of each driver — whether its swearing at each other in the Red Bull garage or nearly pouncing and succumbing to physicalities at Mercedes. Y/N L/N and George Russell are sworn enemies in and off the racing track.

They used to be friends, best friends even. Both driving for the Mercedes driver academy with George racing in F2 while Y/N in F3. When George won the F2 championship, earning himself a seat at Williams ; Y/N then was promoted to a seat in F2 . A year later Y/N had won her own F2 championship, but no F1 seat was offered in Williams nor in Mercedes to the female driver. Another year had passed, George was offered a seat at Mercedes while Mercedes had no news for Y/N L/N. That was until a seat was offered by Red Bull — giving a shock to the whole motorsport world. As Y/N raced for the Red and Blue team , she had flourished and proved everyone who doubted her wrong.

No one knew how George and Y/N’s rivalry exactly started , but all hell broke loose when George collided with Y/N during the 1st lap and both had DNFed the race.

Y/N was furious and snapped , storming into the Mercedes garage straight to where the English driver was standing still holding onto his racing helmet— shoving him with all her strength into the garage wall. Their faces almost touching as unpleasant words were exchanged ; rendering both teams speechless and leaving them with a horrendous PR mess to clean up.

This time was no different. Y/N and George were at each other’s throat, only this time it was Y/N pinned to the wall inside George’s driver room . George tightening his grip on the Red Bull driver’s waist, leaning his full body weight on the girl who was squirming for release.

“What even is the problem Y/N? We’re both on the podium and you’re team got a 1-2. Stop being a child, it’s racing! What do you expect”

“My problem is you Russell! You’re so careless and aggressive, we could’ve crashed again. You never changed, George , you’re still the fucking same!”

George’s eyes darken as his face drew even closer to the female driver— his voice like honey, dripping as it lowered an octave.

“Yeah?!And you changed so fucking much, I don’t even recognize you anymore Y/N! Now all I see is a bitch obsessed with winning. Tough luck! You’re Verstappen’s teammate, you will always be second.”

Not backing down , Y/n drew herself closer to the english driver ,enough that their noses where touching. A teasing yet derisive smirk formed on her lip, tongue darting out wetting her lips. Catching George’s eyes , as it glanced down towards y/n lips.

“Oh how rich! Coming from the guy who’s living in Lewis Hamilton’s bloody shadow. Like I care what you see me as , you were blind from the very beginning.“

A deep chuckle vibrated in George’s chest , drawing shivers up Y/N’s back , as he said

“ I hate you”

“No, duh Sherlock. I hate you more”

His eyes quickly darting from her eyes to her lips , as if contemplating something. Having enough of his antics and taking matters into her own hands, Y/N fisted his Fireproofs as she brought him down to her level. As their Lips almost touched , rapid knocks on the door distracted them from their daze.

Suddenly realizing their positions , Y/n pushed George away from her. Fuming, the female driver parted ways and left the Mercedes garage with a huff ; wrapping up the first race of the seond half of the season with glares and silent threats. Not realizing what was on each other’s mind

“ Such a rude mouth, what i’d do to shut that up and get a taste”

“I need to control myself. I was ready to pounce on George and have my way with him. Damn him and his perfect hair and golden skin”

The Red Bull and Mercedes driver starting the other half season with pent up anger and sexual tension thick enough to suffocate.