#you breathe out a giggle and he gets hard in his pants in an instant 😵‍💫 glances over to the door n gets up to lock it

[anxiouspotionofgloom]

Grian calls him back to the mountains. Not calling, really, just two little words covering the distance between them, but Scar can hear his voice all the same.

"I gotta come back." He says, distracted, words slipping out from his teeth like they hadn't quite realized their existence yet - the almost tangible bond in between them tugging him up the stairs with a speed his thoughts can't match.

His fingers still shake from the adrenaline, frozen in the phantom sensation of pulling back the string of his bow. There's a giggle stuck in the back of his throat.

A cheap move he'd called it - frustrated around the edges, self-deprecation staining the corner of his lips - but now all he can think about is the arc of Grian's fall, a parabola no mathematical formula will ever understand.

He gets there alone, sun high in the way it means it's burning, and Grian is waiting for him with two bright red blocks of TNT by his side.

"You deserve this." His hair sticks out in all directions, kinetic energy from the fall that had nowhere else to go, and Scar almost thinks himself back to the start of the session when time slowed down to the millisecond of destruction - a spark, a flame, that familiar hiss that always made your heart skip a beat in instinctive fear.

The wooden boards are shattered in an instant.

His "NO!" is loud, but the feelings behind it are half-assed, an emotional reciprocity to Grian's frazzled look he just simply can't bring himself to match. The truth is that he's pissed a little bit, but that damn giggle is still stuck to the wall of his trachea, threatening to escape with every little breath.

Grian shifts on his feet a little, idly nudging a pebble to fall into the newly formed hole with an echoing click. "That's how little that reputation board meant, I was in good favour Scar!"

It takes him a second to blink. "Wait, no you weren't! You were on 0 with a sad face!" It's easy to act outraged, and easier still to step closer to Grian - the darkness of the night closing in on them, clinging to the sharp angle of Grian's nose and twisting his face into a frown. "Okay well-"

Scar cuts him short, pressing, eager for a way to get back under his skin in a way that makes him whole. "Maybe we're even now!"The answer is instantaneous. "No. That's not how this works!" His words are laced with the hint of a laugh there, and Scar knows he's already almost won him over.

Grian takes a step closer - toying the line of reaching for Scar's coat, his narrowed eyes piercing him all the way to his heart. "You know I wouldn't be able to kill you anyways," He parrots, the white of his teeth gleaming in the light. "Where did that go, huh?"

The sheepish smile is impossible to swallow back. "Well you see it was- it was a lapse of judgment! Can you really blame a man for being a bit depressed none of his traps worked?"

Grian rolls his eyes. "You got two kills this session Scar, I don't think you're very deserving of my pity there. Skizz got none!"

"He could have if he'd pressed that lever faster than Jimmy."

An incredulous look is thrown his way. "And kill me and Mumbo? I don't know what kind of teammates you've got, but that's not how we do this." His face is scrunched up in annoyance, lips flattened in that particular way that always made Scar want to kiss them until they opened in the shape of his name.

But red had cradled his cheeks just not that long ago, and it seemed his neurons hadn't had time to settle back into being green, because self-restraint doesn't bind his limbs back under control when he succumbs to the impulsion of kissing Grian.

His first impression is that he tastes like smoke, with a heavy touch of explosion - the detonator to a bomb Scar can feel buried in his heart.

There's a surprised little noise in the microscopic space between their lips, before Grian kisses him back hard enough to bruise.

"You respawned in my bed again." Scar pants in between kisses, like it will explain anything. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't, but he's too busy burying his nails into Grian's waist to care much for it.

And then, because they don't have time, because it's day again and Scar's bow is still hanging up on his back, they pull away with one last touch that almost feels regretful.

Scar steps back, rolling on his heels a little before turning to where Grian's teammates are with a smile. "I'm glad we're even now, thank god!"

The speed at which Grian's face becomes infuriated again is so comical that Scar nearly trips on his descent. "That's not how it works!" It sounds like he's gritting his teeth, red bitten lips pursed yet again, but the angry tone is betrayed by the fondness hiding underneath.

The words fade away as Scar tumbles his way down to Mumbo and Skizz but Grian's laugh stays, a sharp and hypnotic sound dancing in the air.

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(this session made me a little bit insane about them, so take this <3 Shoutout to my friend Sparrow who convinced me to post this on here <3 skkdjdskjks the potion do be anxious sometime 😔)

[itoshi-s]

STOPPPP IT OMG IMAGINE GETTING ONE IN UR INNER THIGH BY HIM IM CHOKING THE WAY HE WOULD HOLD Y DIWN AND LOOK AT U

🫠🫠🫠🫠 he leans over u comfortably and u feel his chest press against your knee a lil.. keeping u nice n spread for him.. one large hand resting on your lower tummy, thumb just barely stretching the skin on your thigh .. nghhhhhh

[redcherrykook]

ִֶָ── ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ Kinktober D14- thigh job/ humping

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content: thigh riding, bulge dry humping, praise, jk cums in his boxers, she cums on his boxers too, fingers in mouth, "doll, babydoll", very sweet and romantic lowkey, kissing

note from cherry: i wanna ride his thighs so bad (sorry for typos it's late)

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"you're my pretty girl" sweetly one of his hands comes up to stroke the smooth skin of your full cheek, caressing your jaw with the pad of his thumb

Leaning down, his decorated arm is wrapped around your waist protectively, pulling you close to the comfort place you have on his thick, muscular thigh

"my pretty doll, such a little treasure i have here" now in a luring whisper on your lips, he ghosts over them, barely- just softly grazing them, watching the shy smile creep up upon your face

"aren't you so sweet?" the touches of your warm, loving hands trace up his well build shoulders, stopping at the curve of his neck

"You're the sweet one" you tell him, bringing the joy to his face with an instant, a gentle smile plastered on the same lips he presses to yours in the same heartbeat, moving them amongst yours like you're fragile - breakable

"hmm.. cute" he mumbles, grazing your lips with his tongue, wishing to be granted entry,

you give it to him, parting your lips just enough for him to push his tongue in, engaging it with yours,

The heated kiss ends with his deep groan, aware of how your back arches forward to him, pressing your body an inch closer

his grip tightens, pushing you forward

"that feel good babydoll?" tiny mutters disappear into your skin, leaving his butterfly kisses down your neck,

you give in to his touch with a growing need, tilting your head for better acess,

you giggle a little- embarrassed that he caught on, rolling your hips against his firm thigh

you can feel him smile against your skin, his tattooed arm unwraps around you, the hand on your face also leaves your skin, instead, he helps your desperate little humps,

"i asked you somethin' " he says, his tone as playful as his hasty little pecks, all the way up your neck to your jaw

" 's really good" shyly whispering, you can't stop giving into the friction, the contact of your core with his muscle way too good to stop,

"yeah? this too?" his muscle flexes, increasing the hardness just when you make contact again, causing you to nod and moan out his name

He does it a few more times, the bulge in his pants straining inside his jeans, begging for friction, the sounds from your sweet, high voice filling his ears,

"kook, want more please"

he smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek

"anything for my pretty doll"

you rid yourself of your bottoms, letting him take a look at your glistening cunt, arms wrapped back around his neck when you're done, strangely- an embarrassed blush paints your face

he bites his lip briefly, pulling his jeans just below his hips. The tip of his stiff, leaking cock peeking out from his black calvin's

Jungkook sits your down on his bulge, feeling your arousal wetting his boxes,

"that's so nice isn't it? so good on top of me"

you lean your forhead to his, the intimacy building rapidly- feeling his hot breath on your face, looking down at your joined bodies, meeting his leaking tip with your swollen clit

he hums, running his hands up your sides, the trail of slick along his boxers only getting deeper, gentle rolls of your hips getting messier- sloppier

"you're so hard baby- feels so fucking good"

"language babydoll" he chuckles, pecking your jaw,

your eyes roll playfully, pecking his nose just like he did for your jaw, before letting out a shaky sigh

he smiles, engulfing your lips in a sloppy, hasty kiss, mumbling sweet nothings into your mouth

"Mhmm.. so close" he parts from you, groaning and dropping his head to your small shoulder, savoring the intimate moment while his orgasms keeps building

"g'nna cum kook" you say, chasing after the friction on your clit, stimulated by how hus cock twitches- how wet and soft the fabric underneath you is

he pants, pecking your lips while letting himself go fully- cum running down the side is his tip, boxers soaking in your combined fluids

you stop too, the pleasure takes over, washing over your body- one of your shaky hands caresses his nuzzled head, whispering moans into his hair

heat rising to your face, the wet patch beneath you feels a bit uncomfortable now, so you shift off, sitting back on his now bare thigh- all of his body tenses, lifting his head from your shoulder

you expect him to talk to you, but he doesn't ,

he stares at you, lets his hands trail up to your cheek, cupping it with his palms on either side of your flushed cheeks,

his eyes stay on yours for what feels like an eternity, slowly- almost going unnoticed he flicks them down to your lips, then back up,

"I love you so much" jungkook whispers, letting your forhead rest on his once more

[ot8xbangchansgirlsblog]

Hi! I just saw you’re taking requests and I’m so excited!

I have two ideas if you’re feeling them both ot8 x reader of course!

1. Is reader moving in with the boys , I think it would be real cute

2. The reader finding out she’s pregnant and then having to tell the boys

𝕆𝕙 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪!

Warning: comfort/fluff

Summary: Request!

A/N: This was kind of rushed so i'm going to turn it into a mini series because i really do have a-lot to add when it comes to everything that has to do with their relationships, the baby itself and Y/n. If you would like to be added to this separate taglist comment down below!

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“Baby, your tummy feels weird,��� I.N said, a frown knitting his brows together as he tilted his head slightly to look up at her.

They were cuddled together on the couch, enjoying a lazy day at home. I.N’s head rested on Y/N’s lap while she absentmindedly stroked the back of his head, something he always adored. But today, he didn’t seem quite right.

“What do you mean, love?” Y/N giggled, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his frown, hoping to erase it.

“I don’t know… it just feels hard and strange,” he replied, poking at her abdomen gently, causing her to flinch.

“Baby, stop that!” she laughed, swatting his finger away playfully.

“Seriously! It’s so hard and not squishy like it usually is,” he said, shrugging his shoulders with concern. “Are you on your period?”

“No, my love, not yet. Maybe it’s just because I’ve eaten too much?” she suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

“Hmm, maybe,” he agreed, resting his head back on her lap. They spent the rest of the afternoon watching movies, snuggled under a cozy blanket. But when Chan called, asking if they could pick up some groceries for dinner, they reluctantly decided to get dressed and head out.

“I like having you home,” Y/N said, intertwining their fingers as they walked to the store.

“I like being home with you,” I.N replied, planting a gentle kiss on her temple. The walk was short, but Y/N felt every step weighing her down.

“Are you okay?” I.N chuckled, noticing her panting slightly as they reached the store. “You look a little out of breath.”

“Yes, just a bit winded! Damn, how long has it been since we walked to the store?” she gasped for air, trying to play it off.

“We were just here last week for shampoo, babe,” I.N teased, a grin spreading across his face.

“Oh my God, maybe I’m just getting fat because that felt like a workout,” she sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes. I.N laughed softly and grabbed the shopping basket like the gentleman he was, following her as she picked out everything they needed—and a few treats for Felix’s baking cabinet.

Once they got home and put away the groceries, Y/N flopped onto the couch. “Can we take a nap?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled against the cushions.

“Babe, we just woke up from one!” I.N said, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“I know, but I still feel really tired. That was a workout, and my back aches,” she huffed, stretching out on the couch.

“Your back aches?” His tone shifted from playful to worried in an instant. “How bad is it?”

“Just a little bit. It’s nothing serious,” she reassured him with a pout, pulling him toward his room. “Cuddle me, please.”

“Alright, but let me grab some cream for your back first. Remove your shirt,” he instructed, and she nodded, slipping off her shirt and lying down comfortably.

When I.N returned with the cream, he lay beside her, his warm hands gently starting to massage the area where her back ached. She let out soft whimpers of relief, her eyes fluttering shut as he worked his magic.

“Is that better?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Mmm, much better,” she sighed contentedly, feeling her body relax beneath his touch. Before long, she succumbed to sleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. Satisfied, I.N tidied up the room and put everything away, glancing back at her with a smile before heading downstairs to await the others.

When the boys finally made it home, the sound of laughter filled the air. Chan peeked into I.N's room, raising an eyebrow when he saw Y/N still asleep, a content smile on her face.

“Did you take good care of her?” Chan asked, crossing his arms with a smirk.

“Yeah, she took another nap. She said she was tired,” I.N replied casually as he flipped through the channels on the TV.

“Tired again?” Leeknow asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yeah, we went to the store, and she said her back ached, so I gave her a massage and put her to sleep,” I.N explained, a hint of pride in his voice.

“Maybe her period is about to come. I’ll check the app later,” Leeknow suggested. He leaned in to give I.N a quick kiss before heading up to his room, making sure to check in on Y/N before disappearing to take a shower.

“How was your day, guys?” I.N asked as the rest of the boys slowly started to filter into the room.

“Missed you,” Han said automatically, crawling onto I.N’s lap and snuggling in without a second thought.

“I missed you too, baby,” I.N replied with a smile, wrapping his arms around Han.

“I’ll go check on Y/N,” Felix announced, hopping up and making his way to I.N’s room. Once inside, he climbed onto the bed, instantly cuddling up against her.

Y/N stirred slightly, opening her eyes to see Felix’s tousled blonde hair in her face. She let out a soft giggle before speaking. “Hey, bub,” she said, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“Hi, hi, hi!” Felix cheered, showering her with light kisses. Knowing how much he loved to be the little spoon, she turned and held him close.

“Missed you,” she murmured, running her fingers through his hair.

“Missed you too,” he replied, wrapping his leg around her waist and burying his head against her chest. She let out a soft groan as his head nestled right on her sore breasts.

What the hell was going on with her body?

“You’re cuddly today,” she chuckled, continuing to play with his hair.

“You smell nice and feel soft,” he said dreamily, slowly drifting off to sleep. Y/N smiled, allowing him to relax, knowing how exhausting practice could be. She grabbed her phone, curious to check her flow app.

As she scrolled, her jaw dropped in shock. “Oh no…” she gasped, causing Felix to stir slightly but not wake up.

The app showed that she had missed her period. But how? She was always on top of tracking it!

Panic flooded her thoughts as she glanced at the time—it was still only 7 in the evening. She needed to get pregnancy tests. Quickly but quietly, she wiggled out of Felix’s grip and rushed downstairs.

“Woah, woah, woah! Hey there!” Hyunjin chuckled as she nearly knocked into him.

“Hey, bye!” she called over her shoulder, slipping her hand from his grip as she hurried to put on her slippers.

“Are we not getting a welcome home?” Chan yelled, but she was already out the door and in her car, heart racing.

The drive was short, but her mind was racing with negative thoughts. What if? Could she really be…? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she parked.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped out and headed into the store, her heart pounding in her chest. The fluorescent lights felt almost too bright, but she pushed through, grabbing a couple of pregnancy tests and making her way to the self-checkout.

“Come on, come on…” she muttered under her breath, scanning the items quickly and hoping no one was judging her for the sudden purchase. After paying, she hurried back to her car, clutching the small bag tightly.

As she drove home, every worst-case scenario flooded her mind. What if she was pregnant? How would the boys react? Would they be supportive? Or would they panic?

Pulling into the driveway, she took a moment to collect herself. She couldn’t let them see her like this, all frazzled and scared. She had to stay calm.

With a deep breath, she walked inside, trying to put on a brave face. As she entered the living room, she was met with the warm chaos of her boyfriends, laughter filling the air.

"Hey, everyone!" Y/N managed to say, forcing a smile as she stepped into the living room. She hoped they wouldn't pry too much about what was in the bag she clutched tightly to her chest.

"Hey, baby!" Leeknow greeted her, the warmth in his voice putting her at ease for a moment. "I'm going to start on dinner, okay?" He leaned in and gave her a quick, reassuring kiss before heading to the kitchen.

"Where did you run off too?" Hyunjin asked, not missing a beat as he continued playing video games with Changbin. His eyes flicked to her, curiosity evident in his gaze.

"I went to get some… pads," she lied, her heart racing. She felt like she was about to pass out from the weight of the truth.

"You could've just asked me to run to the store, babe," Chan chimed in, looking up from his phone. "At least we know you've been feeling down lately because of your period."

"Yeah, I guess so," she replied, her voice slightly shaky. "I'm going to go put some on, then I'll come say hi properly."

"Wake up Felix for me! I don't want him sleeping too much," Leeknow called from the kitchen.

"Alright!" she responded, her mind already racing as she dashed upstairs to her room. Once inside the bathroom, she locked the door behind her, hands trembling as she read the instructions on the pregnancy test.

With each step, her anxiety spiked. "What am I going to do?" she whispered to herself, burying her head in her hands. It felt like the walls were closing in, and tears threatened to spill as she watched the timer tick down agonizingly slow. When it finally went off, she felt like she wasn't ready at all.

"Just rip it off like a band-aid. Don't be scared, Y/N," she encouraged herself, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a deep breath and turned over one of the tests.

"Oh no, no, no…" she gasped, her heart plummeting as she checked the other two. They all said the same thing-positive.

That was it...it was official, she was carrying a baby.

After taking a cold shower to calm down, Y/N made her way to I.N's room to wake up Felix. He was deep in sleep, snoring softly, looking utterly peaceful.

"Baby, you have to wash up and come down for dinner," she said gently, brushing her fingers through his hair. He groaned in response and rubbed his eyes, reluctantly stirring.

Once he was up, they went their opposite ways: Y/N heading downstairs to join the rest of the boys, who were chattering and playing games. She tiptoed over to Han, who was engrossed in his phone. Leaning down, she showered him with soft kisses until his cheeks flushed a deep tomato red.

"Okay, moving on!" she giggled, moving to the next person. She made sure to repeat this with all the boys, leaving a trail of smiles in her wake, before finally settling down next to Chan, who was the only one available.

"Did you have a good day today?" Chan asked, rubbing her back lightly. "Any cramps?"

"Um, no… I just stayed with Innie the whole day, watching movies. What about you?" She felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her-was this the right time to tell them?

“Oh, you know, the usual,” he replied, rolling his eyes playfully. She decided to give him a quick massage on his shoulder as they waited for Leeknow to finish dinner.

A few minutes later, Felix came bounding down the stairs, a bag in hand. Y/N’s eyes widened in panic as she shot up from her seat. No way he found them!

“Y/Nnie!” Felix squealed, his voice piercing through the room. Everyone turned to look at him, curiosity written on their faces.

“Y/Nnie, you’re pregnant?!” Felix practically shouted, his excitement making everyone’s jaws drop.

“What is he talking about?” Chan asked, looking at her with wide eyes. Y/N was in shock, quickly snatching the bag out of Felix's hand.

“Felix, how many times do I have to tell you not to go through my stuff?” she snapped, her heart racing.

“I was just grabbing my moisturizer from your bathroom…” he said, taking a step back, frowning.

“Wait, hold on. Why are you getting mad at him?” Changbin stood up, his brows furrowing. “Are you pregnant?”

I.N grabbed the bag from her, ripping it open to pull out the pregnancy tests. “Holy shit… s-she’s actually pregnant…” His eyes widened in disbelief as he lost his balance, falling back into his seat, while Chan snatched the tests from his hands.

"You didn't tell us?" Chan looked at her, disappointment etched on his face.

"I took three tests, and they all say the same thing," she replied, feeling tears welling up again. "I don't know what to do!"

Chan immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

"What's all the commotion?" Leeknow asked, walking into the room, a knife in hand.

"Y/N's pregnant," Seungmin repeated, almost in disbelief.

"What? I thought… wait, hold on…" Leeknow huffed, scanning the room for a seat as if he needed to process this news.

"I-I… I'm sorry, okay? I just took the test. I was going to tell you guys."

"When?" Han pouted, crossing his arms.

"I don't know! I freaked out! This is a lot, okay?" she huffed, wrapping her arms around herself.

"Is that why you ran out of the house?" Hyunjin asked, and she nodded, looking away.

"Holy shi- a baby? A whole baby…" Chan gasped, glancing around the room as if the walls were closing in on them.

"Is that why your stomach feels weird noona?" I.N asked looking at her curiously.

"That's probably one of the reasons yeah," she replied.

"Wah.." he gasped looking amazed. He knew something was off earlier on. He had felt it.

"I never knew it would be this soon," Seungmin said. He was honestly confused and didn't know how to feel about the situation. He just felt bad for her because she was probably scared shitless.

"okay.." Leeknow finally spoke, "we need to have a conversation about condoms and how to use them because obviously one of you slipped up," he rolled his eyes looking at the boys. They all laugh but try to hide it making it even more funnier.

Chan on the other hand looked stressed as fuck.

"Chan say something please.." She begged looking at him.

"oh baby girl, i'm just in shock thats all," he sighed wiping away her stray tears. "I can… I can abort it—"

“NO!” they all shouted in unison, causing her to flinch.

“You actually want me to keep it?” It was her turn to sit down, the weight of the situation crashing over her. Was this actually happening?

“I mean… yeah?” Changbin shrugged. “I don’t mind it.”

“I wouldn’t mind having a kid running around,” Felix added, his face lighting up at the thought.

"That would actually be sick, imagine a baby coming with us on tour!" Hyunjin hyped up the situation even more.

"What if there twins?!" Seungmin claps his hands in excitement.

"or Quadtruplets?!" Han gasps.

"Those do run in my family," I.N says smirking.

Y/n couldnt help but smile at the fact that they where excited for this. It made her feel a little better now although she still wasn't sure about the whole situation.

"Plus, we're all financially stable to take care of one. I don't see why not," Han chimed in, nodding in agreement

"Okay, woah, woah, woah, guys. Let's slow down for a second and ask the person who's actually carrying the baby if they're okay with it," Chan said, raising his hands to calm the excitement.

Everyone's eyes landed on her, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Y/N took a deep breath, her heart racing. She really wasnt expecting this at all and although she felt like she wasnt ready, the way the boys looked at her with hope was the only answer she needed.

"Oh… I guess… let's have a baby? I just-what if I'm not ready for this? What if it changes everything?"

"Life is full of surprises," Chan said gently, kissing her forehead. "But we'll face whatever comes next together. You're strong, and we're all in this with you."

"I… I guess it's just a lot to take in," she admitted, wiping away a few more stray tears. "I wasn't expecting this."

"None of us were," Felix said, a small smile breaking through his breaking through his worry. "But we'll make it work. We're a family, right?"

"Right," Y/N replied, feeling a flicker of hope. "I just need some time to process it all.”

"Take all the time you need jagi," Hyunjin reassured her.

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Don't forget to reblog and follow! <3

A/N: Thank you anon! (Taglist open)

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Thorough

aemond x preg!sister!wife!reader 

Summary: Aemond is overprotective while you’re pregnant but never ceases to make sure you have everything you need and are well satisfied. 

Warnings: 18+ p in v, oral(f receiving), swearing, bondage(but like not intense? idk!), nipple play, lactation kink, breeding kink, description of birth but not super intense 

Authors Note: i’ll literally secure this man’s line whether it’s 1 or 20 kids idec, im not ready to write a full birth scene yet, this is me testing the waters since im going to write a literal "x preg!reader" series soon

Word Count: 3.6k

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“And you’re positive?” Aemonds voice carries through the maesters chambers as I lay back on the bed. 

“With all of my years of study and her symptoms they both are telling me yes, my Prince.” he nods his head. 

My hands hold onto my lower abdomen as my head spins. I’m with child already and we’ve only been wed one turn of the moon. Aemond has been very thorough waiting for this news so I can’t say I’m surprised. A smile splits across my face as his hand joins mine. 

Aemond is quickly pulling me up to my feet and ushering me out of the maesters chambers as he shouts after us to send word to him if we need any help. He has us down the stairs and turning the corner to our chambers hauling me along with him. 

“Aemond slow down.” I giggle as he tugs me into our chambers. 

His lips are on me the instant he turns to me. He starts pulling off my dress and backing me to the bed. I squeak as I fall back onto our bed as he starts to undress before me. He’s crawling over me in no time and I feel his hardened length against my thighs. His hands roam all over my body stopping at my breasts. 

“I cannot wait to see these swell with milk.” he rolls my nipples between his fingers. “Along with your stomach round with our child.” he groans as he captures my nipple with his mouth. 

My breasts have been more sensitive than usual, which was the first sign. Aemond refuses to leave them alone and turns me into a whimpering mess any chance he can get. As he suckles I push my chest up into his face as I hold him to me. 

“Gunna fuck you until you’re full of my seed just to make sure you’re with child.” he mumbles against my chest and I squirm beneath him. 

He kisses back up my neck and lets a hand travel down to my core. He slides his fingers down my slit and chuckles at my wetness. He dips two long fingers into me and I let out a shaky breath. He brings his thumb up to swirl slowly around my bud and I clench around his fingers. I come undone and he’s quickly replacing his fingers with his length. 

“Already squeezing me so good.” he groans as he rolls his hips. “Can’t get enough of my seed can you, my greedy little wife?” he pants as he starts to pound into me.

“Aem, please,” I whine as I cling to him. 

He captures my lips as he continues with his fast pace. I whimper into his mouth as I feel pleasure sneak up and wash through me. His hips slow as they start to pump into me slowly, hitting deep within me. He rests his forehead against mine as our hips meet seeking more pleasure. I feel his warmth start to spread throughout me as I moan holding him close. He continues to grind his hips into me as he keeps pushing his seed into me. 

Our pants mingle as he slowly settles in me. My body is vibrating as he refuses to pull out leaving me completely full of him. He rests above me and we kiss each other desperately. After a couple minutes I feel him start to harden again inside me. I whine as I feel him start to move his hips once more. 

“You can take it.” he grunts as his fingers start to swirl around my bud. 

Between his fingers and his slow pumps I’m clenching around him again. After I come down I can feel that he’s fully hard and I feel him smile against my neck as he starts to rut into me. I’m whimpering beneath him as he continues to circle my sensitive bud. 

“Aemond I can’t-“ my body starts shaking from pleasure and he chuckles lowly. 

“You can.” he purrs as his hips start to move even quicker. 

A moan tears through me as I explode around him and I feel him begin to fill me once more. My eyes squeeze shut as pleasure continues to course through me in waves. He settles in me once more but this time he flips us so I’m resting against his chest. I rest my head listening to his heartbeat as we come down from our highs. Every once in a while he’ll push his hips up into me pulling a soft whimper from my lips. 

“Rest, my beautiful wife.” he hums petting my hair. 

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5 months along

Aemond and I have been getting into spats about what I can and cannot do. He’s become so fiercely protective that I can’t even leave our chambers without him on my heels. Today’s fight is about me wanting to ride on dragonback which he hasn’t allowed me to do in almost a fortnight and I’ve had enough. 

“I want to go out riding.” I huff looking up to him with my hands on my hips. 

“And I said I would take you out on Vhagar.” he looks down at me equally as stubborn. 

“I want to go on my dragon.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Vhagar is larger than the seven fucking kingdoms and you want me to climb up her?” I walk closer to him. 

“Do not use that tone with me.” his nostrils flare. 

“I’m going out on my dragon and that’s final.” I roll my eyes and go to walk past him to exit our chambers. 

“You will not.” he grabs my arm. “You will ride Vhagar or me.” his eyes darken as they go to my growing stomach as he spreads one of his hands across it.

“Aemond.” I warn hoping he doesn’t catch my blush creeping up my neck. “Let me ride my dragon and then you can keep me in bed for the rest of the day.” I know my blush is visible by the way he’s smirking at me. 

“I could keep you in bed now if I wanted.” he pulls me to his chest. 

“Please, husband.” I look up to him with pleading eyes. “Please,” I cup his face begging at this point. 

“You know I can never say no to you.” he relents shaking his head. “Gods I would do anything for you.” he dips down to kiss me. 

“Do not try to distract me.” I pull away and tug him to the doors. 

He has a carriage bring us to the pits within minutes. The servants and the guards try to steer clear of him. He’s been particularly hellish this past month once I started showing. If a man stares at me for too long he threatens to take their head. I’ve had to pull him away multiple times from quaking guards who feel his wrath. I was starting to think he already yelled that the dragon keepers to not allow me to ride. 

“If anything feels wrong land immediately and I will carry you back.” he looks to me intensely as we wait for my dragon to come out. 

I roll my eyes at him before a smile breaks across my face and my dragon emerges. She stops in front of me and chuffs softly nudging into my hand instead of my swollen stomach. I pat her happily and she sings a soft song. 

“How I’ve missed you.” I coo as I hug her. “Shall we go for a ride?” I smile as she dips down lower than normal to accommodate me. 

I climb on with ease and settle into my seat. I fasten my belts and clips and look down to Aemond. I see the worry painted across his face as he looks up to me. 

“I have half a mind to tell you to get down.” he calls up to me. 

“I have half a mind to burn you where you stand.” my tone playful. 

“I love you.” he smiles up to me. 

“I’ll see you in the skies.” I hum as my dragon leads us out of the pits. 

Once she’s in the sky I let out a laugh of euphoria. The wind in my hair and the sun on my skin is exactly what I needed. We fly around the city as we wait for Aemond to make his way to Vhagar. I hear her groan from the city limits as she makes her way into the sky. We make our way to Vhagars side and she gives out a deep grumble. 

My dragon and I twirl around Vhagar and I can feel the concern radiating off of Aemond. I care not about the scolding I’ll receive later. For now I enjoy the freedom of the breeze and laugh wildly. After an hour I relent and make my way back to the pits. I have them bring out feed for her and watch her indulge as I wait for Aemond to come collect me. 

“If you must be on dragonback again it will be Vhagar or no one. I can’t believe you would fly around so recklessly while carrying our child.” I sigh figuring this would be his response. 

“So I can’t ride you either, husband?” I look up to him biting my lip hoping I can sway him. 

“I do not jest. I will tie you to the bed if I must.” he holds my arms tightly. 

“What if I want you to tie me to the bed anyways?” my voice low as I look up to him through my lashes. 

He pulls me out of the pits by my arm and I smile trailing after him. The carriage ride back to the Keep is silent and he keeps a firm hand on my thigh at all times. He pushes us through the Keep halls avoiding everyone until he has us sealed in our chambers. He towers over me and grabs my face. 

“Get on the bed.” his voice low as his eye bores into mine. 

I start walking over to the bed as he begins pulling my dress off of me. He leaves me in my slip as I lay back on the bed. He goes over to the posters of the frame to find the silk ribbons we leave tied to them. He grabs one of my hands and he secures it with a knot and moves to my next hand. 

“Is this what you wanted, my naughty wife?” he taunts as he looks over me. I nod my head squeezing my thighs together looking for friction as he strips off his clothes. “Don’t hide from me now.” he rasps sitting on the bed spreading my thighs exposing my dripping core. 

“Aemond,” I whine as his hands ghost up my legs. 

“I shouldn’t let you come but I love the noises you make. So I’ll make you come until I’ve decided you’ve had enough.” he dips his head down and licks up my slit. 

My head falls back into the pillows as he laps at my bud. My body begins to shake as my pleasure already starts to coil. I grind against his face and cry out when his nose brushes against my sensitive bud. His tongue dips into my core and explode around him. 

He licks back up my slit and swirls his tongue quickly around my bud. My legs squeeze around his head as he continues his assault. My hands pull against the silk wishing I could touch him or myself. My hips buck into his face and he chuckles as I come against his face again. 

He snakes up my body and stops above my breasts. He smirks as he dips down and traces over one of my covered nipples with his tongue. My breath catches as I push my chest into his face. When he grazes his teeth against my sensitive peak I give out a soft cry. As he nibbles on one he brings his fingers over to my other to start pinching and pulling as I mewl beneath him.

“Gods are you gunna come from just this alone?” he mumbles against my chest. 

I let out a sob as he pulls my slip up baring me to him. When his hot mouth wraps around my nipple once more I buck my hips up into him. He brings his hand up to grab at my other breast and I let out a tortured whine. My body goes taught as he pinches and pulls and I come undone pulling at the silk. 

“You are absolutely divine.” he chuckles against my chest. 

He trails his tongue between my breasts and licks at my throat. He licks along my lips and finally locks us in a kiss. His hands trail up my arms and interlock our fingers. I arch my body into his trying to get closer. He slowly pushes into me and I whimper into his mouth. He starts a quick pace and watches as my face contorts. 

“I should leave you tied up to this bed for the rest of your pregnancy. Only come up here to feed you and fill you.” I cry out at his words as his hips grind into me. 

He brings his fingers down to my bud and I burst around him. He grunts as his hips slow as my walls flutter around him. He continues to push into me slowly as I pant his name over and over. I feel him twitch inside and when I feel him begin to fill me I come undone with my eyes rolling back. 

“My perfect wife.” he sighs rolling to the side and spreading his hand across my bump. 

“Will you untie me?” I ask still trying to catch my breath. 

“I’m not done with you yet.” he smiles capturing my lips once more. 

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8 months along 

I’ve never been more uncomfortable in my entire life. My back hurts and I feel like my breasts are completely full yet seem to expand everyday and it’s becoming too much. All I do lately is take baths and lay in bed. I’m not miserable but I would definitely like this baby out of me sooner rather than later. 

“How is my wife and our child?” Aemond asks the grand maester. 

“You can ask me how I’m doing.” my words have a bite to them as I lay back on the bed as they look down at me. 

“I’m sorry, Princess. I know it’s been a long couple of moons but the babe will come soon.” the grand maester offers me what he thinks is a comforting smile. 

“Mm and how is that looking?” I look up trying not to sound so annoyed. 

“Everything looks good and from how the pregnancy has gone I believe the birthing bed will be kind to you.” the grand maester nods his head and dismisses himself from our chambers. 

“What can I do to make you feel better?” Aemond rests a hand on my stomach. 

“I just feel so tense and I want a hot bath but they won’t let me.” I say tearing up. “My back hurts and my breasts are so tender I can’t even stand having this fabric touch them. I just want some relief.” I hiccup as a tear slips down my cheek. 

“It’s just us, let me remove this.” I nod as he grabs the hem of my sleep dress and lifts it over my head. 

He moves pillows behind my back to help support me better as he helps me relax back into the bed. Tears continue to fall down my face as he helps adjust me and makes me comfortable. 

“What’s wrong?” Aemond whispers as he wipes my tears away. 

“You’re just so gentle and caring with me.” I sniffle. “I love you so much, husband.” my tears fall down faster now. 

“What else can I do to help you?” he smooths my hair looking to me with scrunched brows. 

“Lay with me, please.” I look up to him and he’s immediately getting in bed next to me. 

He holds me close to him and kisses the side of my head. His hands travel to my swollen bump and whisper words of adoration to me. His hands trail up to my tender breasts and I sigh at his soft touch. When his thumb swipes over one of my nipples a strangled whimper leaves my mouth. 

“I’m sorry.” he mumbles as he removes his hand. 

“I just need some of this milk gone.” I whine and his eye snaps to mine. 

“I can try-“ 

“Yes Aemond, anything, please.” I plead reaching for his hand. 

He brings his mouth to one of my nipples and a sigh falls from my lips. As he sucks and laps at my sensitive peak I start to feel the relief I’ve been seeking. I look down to him and see that his eye watching me. I look to him with flushed cheeks as he continues to swirl his tongue around my nipple. I push my chest up into him and he groans against me. 

“Aemond,” my voice strained as I bring my hand to his hair. 

He kisses across my chest and brings my other nipple into his mouth. He offers this one the same attention and affection. I hold him to my chest and give out soft sighs as I smooth his hair. He looks at me with a blown pupil as my breathing becomes more ragged from his tongue. He pulls back from my chest and looks down to me. 

“Thank you,” my voice breathy. 

“Anything else I can offer you?” he kisses me softly laying next to me once more. 

“I want for some relief a little lower.” he chuckles at my words. 

“Mm I wouldn’t want to leave my beautiful wife wanting.” he starts to kiss my neck as his fingers find my sensitive bud with ease. 

“Aemond,” his name falls off my lips like a prayer as he swirls his fingers. 

My legs are already beginning to tremble as I feel wetness pool between them. His fingers slide down my slit and I moan loudly. He brings more wetness back up to my throbbing bud and slowly circles it. My hips buck as much as they can as I feel my pleasure ready to burst. All it takes is his lips attached to my nipple and I’m clenching my thighs around his hand. 

“You’re so perfect. My beautiful wife carrying our child.” he showers me with compliments as my breathing settles and I begin to drift off feeling relief. 

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birth 

“Fuck,” my voice breaks as the maester and midwife try to coax me to push again as I’m squeezing Aemonds hand. 

“You’re doing so good.” Aemond wipes my brow with a cool cloth. 

“And you’re doing nothing.” I grit out through my teeth as I feel myself splitting open.

“The babes head!” the midwife exclaims looking up at me. 

“One more big push Princess.” the maester says with a calm voice. 

“What do you think I’ve been fucking doing?” my breathing heavy as I push using all of my strength. 

A half sigh and chuckle leave my lips when I feel the baby slide out. I hear a cry and look down at our child. I turn to Aemond who is still looking at me with reverence at what I just did. They wrap the child in a blanket and bring it to my arms. 

“A healthy baby boy.” the maester says smiling to us. 

They help clean me up and clean up the room before leaving us. I softly caress the babes bright white hair as he stirs in my arms. Aemond holds me closer and wraps his arm around mine that’s holding our child. We sit in silence as a family and Aemond kisses our son’s brow before pulling me into a kiss of our own. 

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2 months after birth

I sit in the maesters chambers with Aemond at my side and the babe bouncing on my knee. The maester looks over our son and declares he is still healthy and turns to me to ask how I’m doing. He looks over me curiously as asks how feeding is going and if there’s any tenderness and soreness. I tell him how I’ve been feeling and he looks to us with a smile. 

“I want you both to know that there is no rush,” he chuckles and I tilt my head to him. “but I believe you’re already with child again.” I turn to Aemond with a scowl who smiles proudly. 

“How sure are you?” Aemond asks fussing with our son. 

“As positive as I was the first time.” the maester nods his head and I sigh but smiling nonetheless. 

“At least you both know what to expect this time around.” he smiles as we slowly get up to exit. 

“After this next babe, I will have a break husband.” I look up to him as he holds the doors open for us. 

“Mm of course.” he looks down to me as if he has no plans on not keeping me with child anytime soon. 

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[yuki-world]

那维莱特 | NEUVILLETTE ; TEACH

summary | you're just so sexually inexperienced, surely neuvillette, someone who has lived for millenniums, could teach you a thing or two about pleasuring someone?

tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, slight corruption, first-time blowjob, throat bulge, face-fucking, cum swallowing, praise kink, mentions of virginity, 1.9k words

a/n : you have no idea how down bad i am. pt 2 here —> learn

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neuvillette is not amused.

he’s always open to sharing his knowledge with others; in fact, he has been teaching you a plethora of things, more than you could’ve imagined. you admired neuvillette, he knew that very well. experience was definitely something he didn’t lack.

but some things… aren’t meant to be shared, especially not whatever you were asking for.

“its not that big of a deal,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “you said you would teach me anything.”

“please, it's unwise to joke about things like that,” neuvillette says. he looks at you for any hints of a smile, a giggle, anything to indicate that you were joking. he sees nothingー just you with your head slightly tilted, waiting patiently for his answer. quite cute, he must admit.

look, he understands that you are a curious person; you’re always up for expanding your knowledge. but isn’t this… a little too much? asking him to teach you how to give a blowjob? it's not like he didn’t have experience with… that. but this topic wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he said you could ask him anything.

but neuvillette has a soft spot for you; he’s come to grow fond of you. what started from him finding it annoying how you pester him on the daily, to him looking forward to seeing you as an escape from his work. you’re like a breath of fresh air. he has no obligation to, but he feels like it's his job to guide and protect you.

the room fills with silence, and you attempt to draw an answer out of him again. he’ll probably give in, you think. after all, he does have a soft spot for you. “oh, but i’m not joking,” you rebutted. “why won’t you teach me?” you try again, hoping your question would be answered.

its silent yet again, the lack of response making you click your tongue. its hard to figure out how he’s feeling, because the look on his face tells you nothing. that’s when you thought you could tease him a little to get a reaction out of him, if that would even work.

“how disappointing. i suppose i’ll just have to ask someone else, maybe wriothesley? i’m sure he’ll be happy to teach me.”

the mention of another man’s name has his attention back onto you immediately. sure, he’s hesitant on teaching you about pleasuring someone. but no way is he going to let you ask someone else about this; he won’t allow it. won’t even consider it. the image of you sucking another man off has him furrowing his eyebrows.

“what do you think? or maybe i should askー”

“i think that’s enough, y/n.”

at this point, you think you might’ve actually made him angry. he’s never sounded this strict with you before, it almost sounds like he’s about to give you a whole lecture on why you shouldn’t be asking for these types of things. but he doesn’t.

it’s such a dirty act, it feels terribly wrong, but he simply couldn’t deprive you of such knowledge. if something like this piques your curiosity, then he will go along with it to satisfy you.

neuvillette clears his throat, composing himself. “i will only teach you onceー once and we won’t speak about this again. does that sound alright?”

he sees your face light up in an instant, nodding eagerly. “thank you, neuvillette! i will be forever grateful!” you exclaim, and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. fuck, he thinks. you’re going to be the death of him.

“kneel for me,” he asks of you, and you lower yourself obediently. you’re directly facing his crotch, and embarrassment creeps onto you. you shy away from the image in front of you, nervously playing with your fingers. your face is flushed red no matter how hard you try to hide it.

he notices immediately, hand reaching to stroke your hair, intending to provide some sort of comfort and reassurance. “are you nervous?” he questions, and you nod slowly.

“oh, love. don’t be nervous. i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

your heart jumps at the pet name, eyes widening. that felt way too good to hear. you don’t ask if he called you that by mistake, partially because you were too eager to proceed, but also because you didn’t want him to correct himselfー if it was even a mistake at all. “please do, neuvillette,” you urge.

he finally releases his cock from the confines of his pants, hard and erect as it lightly slaps your cheek when he pulls it out.

you almost start drooling at his length. it was so large, so long, so thick. you haven’t even put it in your mouth and you’re already starting to think about how it would feel inside you. the pink tip leaks pearly drops of pre-cum. your hands reach up to his cock immediately, and he hisses.

“eager now, are we?” he teases, while you’re still in awe over his impressive size. he silently chuckles at how you admire his length, almost like you just found treasure. “have you ever seen a cock, y/n?”

you’ve… seen a few. not in real life though, and definitely none similar to his size. it's different, in a good way, seeing it up-close. it’s even more special because it's neuvillette. “not in real lifeー not like this, no.”

“i see,” he says, exhaling as he pulls your hand off, giving himself a couple of pumps. were you really that pure? it makes him so hard.

“are you ready? listen very carefully, yes?” he guides his cock onto your lips, tapping a few times. “take it in slowly, and ensure your teeth don’t touch,” he tells you.

he taps his cock on your lips again, and you open your mouth again without any hesitation. he guides his cock into your mouth inch by inch, and you taste his pre-cum on your tongue immediately. a tad bit salty, but you can take it.

“y/nー oh…” he sighs in pleasure as he feels your mouth wrap around his cock-head. he was in heavenー your mouth was so warm and wet, he could barely control himself from fucking into your face. he should be the one composed, he should be the one staying calm, he’s the one teaching you for fuck’s sake; yet he’s the one struggling as you start taking his cock further into your mouth.

“just like that, a little moreー mmh… thats it,” his breath hitches when he feels the tip hit the back of your throat. he was so deep in, but he wanted to just thrust it in further. you took it so well, he thinks. not even gagging like he expected you to, and no teeth just like he told you to. how obedient.

you adjusted your mouth on his cock as your drool started dripping down onto your lap. your hand reaches up to stroke what you couldn’t take in, and it elicits a gasp from him. he doesn’t instruct you to, but you start moving on your own as if you’ve done it before.

you drench his cock with your saliva as you suck him off, your hands holding his thighs for support.

“such a good girl, y/n. you take my cock so wellー don’t even need to teach you,” he praises and you hum around him as a form of thanks. you take that as motivation as you suck faster, occasionally swirling your tongue on the tip. you tongue his slit, licking up every drop of pre-cum that leaks.

he throws his head back when you take him particularly deep in your throat, and he almost couldn’t take it anymore. he stops you, pulling you off his cock. copious amounts of saliva drip out, a string of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth.

this was a sight he could only ever see in his dreams. your lips swollen, cheeks flushed red, your eyes tearyー god, he loves you, he really loves you. he thinks you look absolutely beautiful even with your face covered in your own spit. this does it for him.

“stay put, and let me fuck your face, alright? can you handle it, love?” there it was again, calling you ‘love’. you’re smitten, you’d do anything after hearing him call you that. “iー i can handle it.”

neuvillette smiles, wiping off some of the drool on your face before he slides his cock inside your mouth again. “as expected of my good girl.”

his hands hold the sides of your head for stability, slowly thrusting into your mouth to test the waters. when he’s sure you’re okay, he starts fucking into your face, making sure you feel every inch of his cock down your throat.

he can’t stopー he’s addicted. truth be told, he’s been deprived of sexual pleasure for so long, it felt like heaven. you took him so deep with no complaints, you deserve so much more for being so good to him. he can’t stop thrusting into your mouthー it feels like he was fucking a pussy.

and then thoughts of fucking you invade his mind. if you’ve never given a blowjob before, surely that would mean you’ve never had sex, which makes you a virgin. fuck, he wants to take you so bad. you’d be so tight, so warm, so sweet. would you like to know about sex too, then? would you let him take you?

he’s brought back to reality as your hand grips his thighs, signaling for him to stop. he thinks he might’ve hurt you, but you continue to your administrations. he’s so close, he feels his climax approaching, but he needs slightly more.

“give me your hand,” he requests, and you raise your hand up. he takes it gently, guiding it his balls as he squeezes them. “yeahー ah, keep doing that.”

what a fast learner you are. you massage his balls as you continuing to deep-throat him. the grip on your hair was getting tighter, louder groans coming out from him. “you’re going to make me cum, love. god, i’m so close.”

he breaks when you take him in so deep, he sees a bulge in your throat. it was his last straw. “ohー fuuuck…” he thrusts into you as he blows his load straight down your throat. you didn’t even have time to taste him or even react, widening your eyes as he throws his head back.

he pants, pulling his cock out slightly till only the tip was left in your mouth, pumping out weak spurts of cum. you swallowed it all, even going so far as to licking him clean of any remnants of cum.

neuvillette is a mess. you’re a mess. he’s so far gone, he still feels the effects of his climax. he pulls you off his cock, helping you up before tucking himself back in his pants.

“are you alright, y/n? are you hurt? my apologies, i should have asked for your permission,” he caresses your cheek, referring to how he came in your mouth. you shook your head. “it’s fineー i… liked it.”

“oh? how naughty,” he scolds, smoothing your messy hair down from how he gripped it earlier. “so, was this a helpful lesson, y/n? do you know nowー how to pleasure someone?”

you nodded. “really insightful. thank you, neuvillette. but…”

“but?”

“maybe... you can teach me what an orgasm feels like next?”

“i see. i will gladly indulge.”

ー @yuki-world

[icameheretoreadstuff]

can't wait

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW, smut, dry humping, public, he's your bf <3 Summary: you're in the woods with Kakashi. A/N: masterpost & links are pinned on my tumblr.

You ran throughout the woods with kakashi right behind you, with wind in your hair. You turned around for a moment only too see he was not behind you anymore. You stopped running and took a deep breath. You felt you could see something up in the trees so you hid behind a tree. You closed your eyes to focus on where he was when he jumped down from the sky right and landed right infront of you. "Hi handsome" you giggled and wrapped your hands around his neck, the warmth coming from his chest made you squeeze tighter against his chest.

"are you trying to hide from me?" he asked you as he leaned his forehead on yours "No, I'm trying to hide us" you smiled as you leaned twoards his lips as he wrapped his hands around your waist. "you are huh?" You really couldn't get enough of his lips, as they were hid you looked up at him with a look he knew too well. "use your words, hun" he chuckled "I wanna kiss you" you smiled as you kissed his nose "you just did" he teased, you pouted and he just chuckled as he kissed your pouted underlip.

He leaned back and you let your hands glide down onto his chest. He lowered his face mask slowly, you opened up his vest and You held your hand on his neck as you guided him slowly against your lips. The instant his lips were on yours, you felt like you melted. It was so hard to only just kiss him, it always builded up more and more until you were both were panting and naked.

He pulled you into a hug as he inhaled your sweet kiss. "I love kissing you" you smiled, He smiled and you quickly leaned back. "Wait!" you looked at his smile and melted comepletely "I'm never gonna get enough of your smile" you smiled as your thumb glided slowly over his underlip. He kissed your thumb and you stroked his cheek as you leaned twoards his lips, kissed him deeply and for a moment you both forgot every thought and worries you both were carrying.

It went fast from deep kisses to heavy makeout. His hands around your waist, you grinded on his thigh while tasting the sweetnes of his tongue.

His hand slipped down your pants, he hummed into your lips as he could feel how wet you were. His finger slipped between your folds, you moaned into his lips as he groaned "I love you." He grabbed your thighs, pulled you up closer to his boner and pinned you up against the tree as he grinded his boner twoards your clothed clit.

His muscled arms wrapped around you as he moaned into your lips. You could feel the heat between your kisses and his thrust began to become more needy.

"please" you whimpered, his rough kisses and his boner was making you crazy. His hips were vibrating when he pushed his bulge into your core as he was so horny he could burst, his breath was shaky as he kissed you deeply "I want you inside me" you moaned, he smirked at your response.

He let you down and you dragged your pants down to your knees "I need you" you said as you kissed his neck softly while openening up his pants and dragged it down, his big cock bounced out of his boxer.

You felt like you had no time. Your mind was foggy, as you whimpered you turned around and pushed your hips up "You need my cock that bad, huh?" He hummed as he slipped his tip inside your wet clit while moaning "yes please" you hummed as you hold onto the tree for support.

The wetness of your clit was used as lube and he couldn't stop silently moaning as it felt so good to feel your wet entrance hugging his tip. He thrusted slowly, rolling his hips his dick went deeper and deeper inside you. "you fill me up so good" you moaned "i love filling you up" he flirted as he moaned deeply while thrusting slowly into you.

You loved it when he was vocal with you, only for you to hear. "You're so perfect" he hummed as he glided his hand under your shirt and cupped your breast. He rolled his hips as he squeezed your breast, you whimpered as you bended your back. With his free hand he gripped your hip tight and thrusted his hard long dick deeper inside you.

"fuck" he groaned as he watched your ass bounce with each thrust. "I need you so bad y/n" he hummed "does this feel ok, hun?" you moaned in response which only got him more excited.

He moved his hand from your breast and gripped your hips tight as he could feel you squeezing your walls "y/n" he moaned as he bended his knees and thrusted automatically deep and fast into you.

He moved his hands up while cupping both of your breast as his hips clapped hard into you "mmf" he hummed as he held your breast tight. "keep doing that" he hummed "keep squeezing my cock" you moaned at his words, feeling close "fuck" you moaned. squeezing your walls around his thick cock. "just like that" he cooes as he pinched your nipples.

"I'm close" he hummed and began to pant as his hips snapped up into you. "kakashi-" you moaned as you could feel your breath getting deep and fast, you bended your back and thrusted back onto his big cock. "keep doing that" he cooes "don't stop" he moaned "fuck" you moaned as you climaxed "fuck me harder" you panted feeling the rush of his hips rapidly clap harder and faster into you "close" he barely managed to say as he moaned and panted over and over again. "i love you" he whimpered and gripped your hips as he climaxed hard into you.

He slipped out his cock and found something to clean you up from one of his pockets. You whimpered as he slowly cleaned you up "careful, I'm so sensetive right now" he smirked as you raised up, took on your pants and turned around "i love you" you smiled as you kissed him deeply.

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 3

phone sex - oikawa tooru x reader

word count: 1,061

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The hallway was alive with chatter, and you were sure you would have missed your phone ringing in the noise if it wasn’t already in your hand. You frowned at the contact name, confused why your boyfriend was calling you. According to your calculations, it was almost midnight in Argentina right now, so why was he awake?

“Tooru?” You answered, using a finger to plug your other ear so you could hear him better over the noise of the students crowding your university hallways. You could barely make out shuffling on the other end of the line, before Oikawa’s familiar voice broke through.

“Heyyyy.” He whined, immediately following it with a giggle. You rolled your eyes and felt your lip twitch with amusement.

“Tooru, why are you still up?” You hiked your bag higher on your shoulder as you made your way through the halls. “You have practice tomorrow.”

You heard a thud on the line, followed by a curse. “I missed you, Y/N-chan~”

Oh. You sighed when the realization hit you. “Are you drunk?”

“No!” Came the instant reply. “Only a little tipsy.”

You bit back a laugh at how indignant he sounded. There was another thud and another curse, this time in Spanish, and your lips twitched in amusement.

“You okay there, champ?” You teased, almost imagining Oikawa stumbling around his home.

“‘M just tryna get out of these damn clothes.” He mumbled, before you heard another soft thump and a relieved sigh.

“Finally in bed?” You asked. “Get some rest now.”

“Nooo..” Oikawa trailed off. “Talk to me. I miss you.”

You sighed. “You need to get up super early tomorrow, baby. And I know you’re tired. You need to sleep.”

“I miss your face.” Oikawa continued talking, as if he hadn’t even heard you. You weren’t surprised. Sober Oikawa was hard enough to deal with, drunk Oikawa was insufferable.

“If you were here, I would cuddle you.” He rambled on. “You’d feel so good against me right now. Y’know I’m completely naked? Bet you’d be naked too if you were here. God, I’d just dip my fingers into your pussy to see how we-”

“Tooru!” You yelled, eyes nearly popping out of your head at how the conversation (one-sided as it was) took a turn. You cursed internally when a few people turned around to look at you at the noise, frantically looking around for a more private place. You ducked into the door which said ‘restroom’ on it, mere feet away from where you were standing. The noise from the hall faded away.

“What the hell?” You continued, walking closer to the sinks, relieved that the bathroom was empty.

“I’m horny!” Your boyfriend whined on the other end.

“Well, I can’t do anything about that right now!” You snapped, checking the stalls to see that they were also thankfully empty.

“Yes you can!” He shot back. “C’mon, tell me what you’re wearing.”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. This fucker. “I’m at uni, Tooru. Be serious.”

“Please, baby.” He whined again, though this time it was more breathy. Your eyes widened when you realized he was probably touching himself. “‘M so hard. And it’s been so long. God, I miss your body. I miss your voice.”

You felt yourself clench at the thought of Tooru running his hand over himself right now. You looked around at the completely empty bathroom, biting your lip in contemplation. Were you really going to do this?

One more image of Oikawa laid out naked and turned on, of his glorious body and roughed up chestnut hair, was enough for you to make your decision.

“Okay.” You breathed out. “Hold on.”

You rushed to lock the bathroom door, moving into a stall and locking that too for extra measure. “Fuck, okay.”

“Talk to me.” You heard him on the other end, almost begging. You sighed and pushed your hand into your pants, biting your lip when your fingers brushed your clit. This was going to be quick and messy, you could already tell.

“I’m,” you gulped. “I’m touching myself.”

A groan. “Yeah?” He sounded so wrecked already. God. You realized in that moment how badly you had missed him too.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “Touching my clit. Feels good.”

Oikawa cursed. “Keep going, baby. Push down harder. Then put a finger inside.”

You followed his instructions, allowing yourself to let out a little moan at the feeling of being filled, albeit only slightly.

“God, I can imagine you right now.” Oikawa rambled on, and you could almost hear the sound of his hand moving, slightly wet, probably from the precum. “Bet you’re already soaking for me, aren’t you? Bet you miss my cock.”

“I do!” You whined, now fully immersed and overcome with pleasure, sliding another finger inside your hole. “‘S not the same, Tooru. Miss your big cock. Miss being filled to the brim.”

“S-shit, baby.” His voice sounded so broken, and it pushed you even closer to the edge. “I miss your pussy all the time. Can’t wait to get back and fuck you until you can’t walk. God, I’m gonna ruin you. Just let me come back. Let me come back.”

His ramblings were getting nonsensical, but his voice was wrecked and you moaned at the sound, your orgasm building far quicker than you anticipated, your movement growing frantic.

“Tooru, I’m so close.”

“M-me too. Fuck. C’mon baby, come all over your fingers like a good girl. You do that and I’ll give you my cock when I get back. I’ll fuck you five different ways. Just come for me right now, Y/N. Come.”

You moaned as your orgasm finally hit, letting Oikawa talk you through it with his silver tongue. You listened as he announced his own release, getting off on the sound of his curses and broken groans and using them to prolong your own orgasm. By the time you were done, you were sweaty and out of breath.

All was silent for a few minutes as you readjusted your clothes, putting your phone to your ear once again and not hearing anything except Oikawa’s steady breathing. You nearly snorted.

Bastard fell asleep immediately after cumming. Figures.

You dropped him a goodnight text before ending the call, unlocking the door and going about your way as if nothing had happened in the bathroom stall.

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[appocalipse]

hello! can I please request "I really, really want to kiss you right now." with steve and our shy!reader friend?!

here you go my love! hope you like it ♥ 1.3 k

The rain catches the two of you by surprise.

It pours down relentlessly, the cold droplets stinging your skin as you and Steve hurry towards his car, sadly parked way too far away from the charming flea market you had somehow dragged him to earlier that afternoon. 

Well, not really dragged exactly — Steve himself had volunteered to give you a ride the moment he heard you telling Robin how much you wanted to go and see if you could find some new furniture for your apartment, maybe even some decorations. But you felt as if you had dragged him there because, c'mon, what kind of guy thinks walking around a flea market with a friend is any fun?

And to top it off, the summer rain had come out of nowhere, sending everyone desperately running for shelter somewhere. Some lucky vendors had their tents already set up when it started, others began trying to cover their wares with tarps or whatever else they had at hand. A good number of them simply started to pack up their things to leave though, as did most of the potential customers who had been taking a look around — you and Steve included.

He had left his BMW in the parking lot of a closed store. It had seemed much closer before than it does now, as you and him run through the rain, palms over your heads to try to shield your faces from the relentless water.

You accidentally step into a puddle. Water splashes around your ankle, wetting the bare skin all the way up to your calf. You mutter a curse under your breath, deeply resenting your decision of wearing a summer dress today. "Oh, great." 

Steve chuckles, looking over his shoulder to you. Then what you can only assume is instant karma happens, and he slips and falls into a larger puddle, splashing water all over his pants and shoes.

You try to hold back, you really do, but the laughter is already building up inside of you, threatening to come out. And besides, he makes no move to get up, sitting there on the ground all wet, looking up at you like an abandoned puppy.

You giggle, which makes him laugh as well. 

"Sure," he says, "go ahead and laugh."

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" you choke out, trying to hold back your laughter as you approach him, offering one hand to help him up. "Are you okay?"

But of course he is. Except for the blow to his ego, that is. And now, in addition to just being wet, his jeans are also partially stained with mud.

And the t-shirt — which is white, no less — starts to stick to his skin, giving you a view you didn't ask for but that's certainly hard to ignore.

Steve accepts your hand, but you use both hands and too much force to pull him up, so he almost collides with you when he finally stands, his face inches from yours. You both laugh, because it was supposed to be funny — his head almost bumps into yours — but he grabs your shoulders and the remnants of the laughter from before slowly die when you realize without a doubt that he's looking at your mouth.

And you at his. In the rain. Doesn't get any more romantic than this.

Except for the fact that Steve is Steve, the former King Steve, the boy who had a pretty girl on his arm every week, while you are...you.

You're not sure who pulls away first, who clears their throat, changes the subject. But before you know it, you're sitting in the passenger seat of Steve's car, staring at the dashboard as lightning cuts across the darkened sky in the distance, a storm clearly brewing.

And it's worse. This feeling you have whenever you look at him or he says your name or anyone mentions his…it's somehow worse like this, in this moment, inside this car.

As if that wasn't enough, he offers you a jacket that he takes from the backseat. His jacket.

"Thanks," you murmur, taking the jacket and putting it on. It's warm. You remember the last time you saw him wearing it and resist the urge to close your eyes for a moment, inhaling his scent that still clings to the fabric. It's like a mix of laundry detergent, soap, and something uniquely Steve.

You feel a blush creep up your neck, and you look away, trying to focus on something else. Anything else.

He hasn't started the car yet, you notice. Perhaps  he's considering waiting to see if the weather will get a little better? It doesn't look that bad that it's not safe to drive, you think.

“Sorry for dragging you here for nothing,” you say, when it’s clear he’s not going to say anything.

“You didn’t drag me,” Steve assures you, sitting half to the side to look at you. "And what do you mean, for nothing? You wanted to look at the furniture, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but we didn't buy anything and now you're all wet."

He chuckles so quietly you almost don't hear. "I didn't come here to buy furniture."

You think about asking what he actually came for, but that would be a stupid question, wouldn't it? A hope of hearing something that he probably won't say. He came so you could buy what you wanted. He's a good friend like that.

Still, when you turn your head to look at him, there's something different in the way he's looking back at you. You smile, hoping to God he doesn't notice the nervous edge behind it, "What?"

Steve opens his mouth. He's pretty sure he didn't give those words permission to come out, and yet they come out anyway,  hoarse and low, "I really, really want to kiss you right now."

You watch his lips move as he speaks, but it's like your mind can't process the words. 

And once you do, you blink, not quite sure what to say to that. Your heart feels like it's trying to escape your chest, a wild thing thumping against your ribs. But there's something else in there too. Something warm. Something you haven't felt in a long time.

The front seats are close enough, so Steve reaches out, cupping your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing across your lips. "I've wanted to for a while now," he whispers, leaning in closer.

You feel hot all over, the air in the car suddenly too thick to breathe. 

Steve's fingers trail down your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip, teasing you. It's a slow, deliberate movement, as if he's memorizing every inch of your face, every second of this moment. "Do you want me to?" he whispers, and the teasing tone in his voice makes your stomach flip over. 

Your mind is spinning, but somehow you manage to force out the words, "Yes." You mean it. God, you mean it.

Steve's smile grows in that charming, lopsided way he has when he's happy. You can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin as he leans in closer, closer…and then his lips are there, pressing softly against yours. Feather-light at first, like he's testing the waters, making sure this is what you want. But when you part your lips, letting him in, he deepens the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a slow, lazy rhythm, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, holding you to him.

And then, all too soon, he pulls back, his forehead resting against yours as he catches his breath. "Was that…was that okay?"

You smile, leaning as close to him as you can without jumping over the gearshift.

"It was more than okay."

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[chosocutegf]

jealousy ⋆⭒˚.⋆

ᡣ𐭩 husband!Miguel x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m!receiving), brat taming, size kink if you squint

Miguel was typically quite good at self-control. As a well-known figure in his field, he couldn't afford to get worked up over petty matters. He was regarded as an important figure, so he gradually learned to control his emotions. Nothing could really get him upset, and when he did, he knew how to calm himself down before lashing out at someone else.

However, at that time, he felt so furious that he believed he could turn the world upside down. And he wasn't usually the jealous kind, but his hand held the glass so tightly that he thought he heard a break. So he placed it down, never moving his gaze away from the dance floor, where you were.

He was seated at the bar in the colorful resort where he was staying with you for your vacations, his stare fixed on you the entire time; nothing could take his attention away from you. You were dancing a few steps away from him, with a drink in your hand and a way too short dress that did nothing to cover your plump thighs. He adjusted his cock in his briefs, swearing to himself as he watched you dance around provocatively, your free hand holding your hair up. He felt himself slipping as you turned around to face him with a mocking grin on your face. You were aware of your effect on him and were loving the attention you were receiving from all of the men present.

Miguel could feel himself at the limit, his stiff cock pressing against his pants, and if he could, he would’ve already taken you right there and there to show everyone that you were his, and no one else. His gaze slowly trailed down your body: your breasts bouncing under your dress from the movements you were making, and he swore when he noticed that you weren’t wearing any bra from your nipples poking against the material. His pupils dilated when he looked lower, fixing on the way you were moving your hips at the rhythm of the song, your ass enticingly swaying while your plump thighs jiggled.

He took a long breath and finished his drink before returning his eyes to you. He wasn't expecting to see a guy approach you. He tightened up but decided to stay back and see what you did; he trusted you completely, but he knew you liked to make him jealous on purpose. He watched as you giggled at something the guy said, biting your lower lip as you continued to dance, giving doe eyes to the other man.

Miguel could only see red, and he jumped up in an instant as he noticed the person taking one too many steps towards you and reaching up with his filthy hand to touch you. You turned aside, and your husband quickly approached you, towering over you and placing his arm around your waist while glaring at the man. "Back off," he commanded the man, his voice low and menacing, pulling you into him and watching the man's eyes widen in panic before walking away.

You tried to hide your grin at the scene, biting your bottom lip; you could feel Miguel’s hard chest against your back, and as you kept swaying your hips under his bruising grip, you could feel his bulge brushing your lower back. Your husband leaned down to your ear and hissed, “I should take you right here in front of everyone to show everyone you are mine”. You felt a wave of pleasure spread through your body and you arched your back, smirking when Miguel subtly ground his hips against you, his lips still pressed against your ear, “but you would enjoy that, wouldn’t you? To show everyone your slutty cunt and the way she takes me”.

When you didn't respond, Miguel spun you around and pulled you closer, one hand firmly grabbing your hips and the other clutching the nape of your neck to force you to look at him. When you peeked up into his eyes and saw the jealousy and lust flowing in them as he towered over you, a grin formed on your lips. He leaned down, your mouths a breath away while he kept his gaze fixed on yours, “me enfadas tanto cuando te comportas así… Pero eso ya lo sabes, no?” (you make me so angry when you behave like this… but you already know that, don’t you?). You nodded his words, holding his gaze as you took a sip from your drink.

In a second, Miguel snatched the glass from your fingers and took your hand, tugging you behind him, “we are going home”. He left the glass at the bar and walked quickly outside, almost making you run to catch up. You gripped his wrist, nibbling your bottom lip in anticipation of what would happen. The walk home took a few minutes, and when your husband opened the door, he nearly threw you in.

He caged you against the nearest wall, pressing his towering frame against you before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. You moaned against him and arched your back, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck and pulling him impossibly closer, parting your lips when you felt his tongue probe at your mouth. You felt your knees almost giving up under you when his tongue dominantly explored your warm mouth, pushing his lips harder against you. His hands were caressing all over your body, finally reaching your ass and squeezing, before pulling you taut against his hips.

“Mig,” you moaned when you felt his cock pressing against you. He pulled back, panting and looked down at you, his eyes almost black from lust. He pushed against your shoulder before growling, “on your knees”. Oh, he was mad. You nodded, not wanting to defy him, before slowly kneeling in front of him, your hands fumbling to open his pants. Miguel’s hand gripped your hair and observed as you pulled down his pants, gasping when his hard dick slapped against your cheek.

You squeezed your thighs together before taking his length in your hands, stroking it as you raised your gaze to look up at him with doe eyes. He tugged your hair, making your lips press against his tip, where precum was already oozing out, “Abre la boca, cariño,” (open your mouth, sweetheart) he instructed you. You slowly parted your lips, your eyes widening when he forced his cock inside your mouth, pushing you against him until your nose hit his navel and you gagged. He pulled you back and you whined softly as you looked up at him, spit connecting your mouth to his tip.

Your husband raised his brows to dare you say something but groaned when you leaned in and took his dick back inside your wet mouth again. “Ay, mami… así, no te pares,” (like this, don’t stop) he growled, holding your head as he rutted his big cock inside your mouth. You kept your gaze on him, your eyes tearing from the way his tip repeatedly hit your throat and kept your jaw wide open until it hurt. He pulled you away to let you breathe, before he quickly shoved you back down on him, groaning and setting up a fast pace. “You like to have your throat used, don’t you?”.

You whined around him at his words and he hissed, thrusting deeper inside you to make you gag. Your nails sinked in his hips, trying to hold yourself up from the raw pace he set, his balls hitting your chin as he threw his head back, growling at the way your tongue swirled around his cock, “Mierda, mami… I’m gonna cum”. You hummed around him, opening your eyes to look up at him and hollowing your cheeks.

However, Miguel pulled you away before cumming, his cock twitching at the loss of your warm mouth. You whined as you looked up at him, wiping away the tears and the spit rolling down your chin. You leaned closer, opening your mouth to take him again but he stepped back, clicking his tongue and putting his cock back inside his pants, “stand up”. You pouted as you slowly stood up, holding yourself against him, hoping that your legs didn’t give up under you. You gasped when Miguel picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“I can walk, Miguel!” you whined, squirming in his grip, “shut up, brat,” he said, slapping your ass. Your gaze was fixed to his muscular chest, and you reached down to slip a hand under his shirt, grinning when you felt him shiver under your touch. In a few strides Miguel reached the bedroom and opened the door with a kick. He settled you down and glared down at you as he gripped your chin, “Strip down, cariño”. You bit your lip at his words, pouting as you gave him doe eyes, your hands resting on his chest, “I’m sorry, papí… didn’t want to make you angry”. Your husband narrowed his eyes, seeing just right through your innocent façade, “do I have to remove that dress myself?”. Your breath hitched at his words, and you swallowed before shaking your head.

Miguel left your chin and sat down at the edge of the bed, keeping his hard stare on you as you reached down for the hem of the dress, slowly tugging it over your head until you were naked in front of him. When you looked back at your husband, you saw his gaze trailing down your body, hunger in his eyes, “no panties?”. You bit your lower lip at his reprimand, blushing and taking a step towards him until he rested his hands on your hips and pulled you to stand between his legs. His calloused hands felt hot against your body, making your cunt clench around nothing.

Your husband leaned closer, biting the soft flesh of your breast and slapping your ass, “you had this planned, didn’t you?,” he murmured, glancing up at you. You didn’t answer his question and, at your reaction, he slapped your ass again, making you flinch and arch your back, “no, Mig,” you murmur hurriedly. Miguel raised a brow, his hands caressing the back of your thighs as he observed your face, “tch, eres una mentirosa, mamí,” (you’re a liar) he hissed, slapping one last time your ass before gently pushing you away. You shivered at the loss of his warmth against you, and felt exposed as he air brushed against your naked skin.

“On all fours, ass up,” he ordered you while standing up, discarding his clothes. A few moments later, a groan left his lips when he turned around and saw your ass up in the air, red from his spanks, and waiting for him patiently, your cunt dripping with arousal. He walked to the bed, kneeling behind you and placing his hands on your buttocks, spreading them to look better at your wet folds, “such a pretty pussy, mamí”. You whined at his words, feeling your hole gaping as you arched your back, shaking your ass to silently ask him to do something. You could clearly tell from his reactions that he was enjoying the way you surrendered under him.

“Use your words,” he ordered you, and you whined, hiding your face in your pillow before mumbling a few begs for him. You gasped when he tugged your hair back, pressing his chest down against your back to speak to your ear, “No te oí, mamí” (i didn’t hear you). You bit your lower lip, closing your eyes when he left your hair, and after raising your head back from the sheets, you murmured, “p-please, papí, I’m sorry… I-I need you, please”.

Miguel smirked behind you, and slapped your ass before positioning his cock at your entrance and sliding inside. You moaned, gripping the sheets as he set a punishing pace, thrusting inside you as if he hated you. You could feel his hips hitting the back of your thighs harshly, making your body slip across the sheets. He gripped your hips, pushing you back against him and groaned when your walls fluttered around him, “eres tan apretada, puta madre” (you’re so tight, mothefucker).

You cried out, trying to stay upright as your husband drilled inside you, his cock bullying your walls and your sweet spot repeatedly. His hands moved to caress your back before gripping your rippling ass and tugging you back to meet his hard thrusts, making him reach a deeper spot inside you with his big cock. “Fuuuck, Mig, please… f-fuck, s’full,” you whined, closing your eyes and resting your head against the sheets, letting your husband fold you in half. If you could look back, you would see him looking down at you with hunger, his tanned skin covered with a layer of sweat and glistening under the dim lights of the room.

Miguel grinned and stroked his sweaty hair away from his forehead, before placing a foot on the bed and angling his cock deeper inside you. You screamed at the feeling and your walls tightened around him, feeling your mind going mush at the pleasure he was making you feel. “That’s it, mi amor, does it feel good?,” he groaned, pounding harder inside you and enjoying the way you were starting to drool from the way his cock felt inside you.

“Y-yes… please, p-papí, mor- ah!,” you mumbled, trying to form a coherent phrase before he reached down to rub your clit in tight circles. You squirmed under him, moaning his name loudly at the pleasure spreading through every inch of your limbs, “ssh, cariño, that’s it… cum for me”. And you didn’t need to be told twice as you came around him, squeezing his cock so hard until it almost hurt. He rutted inside you rapidly and deep at the pleasure spreading through his nerves, his cock twitching inside you violently, “Ay, coño! I’ll fill you up, mamí, take it all, fuuck!”.

Your husband stilled inside you with a growl, throwing his head back as he spilled his cum inside you, filling you up completely. He lazily fucked inside you as he rode the last waves of his orgasm, before he pulled back to look at his cum oozing out of your abused hole. You panted as you stayed with your hips up in the air, unable to move while your hole was gaping and Miguel’s seed came out of you in thick white globes.

He spread his cum around your cunt, grinning when you whined and tried to pull away, “you have such a pretty cunt… pity that you think more with her instead of with your head”. You pouted at his words, and let your hips collapse down, before glancing back at your husband, “mean,” you murmured. Miguel chuckled huskily and crawled over you, kissing from your shoulders until he reached your lips, “maybe next time you’ll think twice before making me angry”.

You hummed and kissed him back lazily, unable to move as you looked up at him with a pout. He cooed at you and caressed your back, kissing your forehead, “c’mon let’s get you cleaned up”.

(m.list)

[spideyhexx]

mdni; had to write this real quick haha

billy working for your father and you sneak out of your room at night to meet him in a clearing near your ranch. He walks up to you with a smile, "There's my beautiful girl."

"You say that too much," you tell him, he scoffs, a smile still playing on his lips. "Cause 's always true. 'nd I always want my beautiful girl."

You shove at his chest, Billy purposely stumbling back a few steps.

"Can push me away all you want, baby, I'll want you just as much," he chuckles as he says it.

"Does it turn you on, too?" Your eyes flit down below his belt where his hard-on is showing then back to his eyes. Billy smiles more. "Oh, you caught me."

You smirk at him and move up closer until you can feel his body heat, his hands moving to your hips in an instant. But your hand rests right against his bulge, pressing your palm on it ever so slightly. "You're gettin' me riled up, we don't have much time," he mutters, clearing his throat, trying to feign some composure.

"Oh, I know, Billy. I know," and you press your palm firmer against him, rubbing him slowly over his pants, Billy's body involuntarily moving forward, his forehead pressing to yours.

"'M gonna go insane," he mumbles, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue palming him, only feeling him get harder. Billy tries to keep his breathing steady, but he lets out a shaky breath and you chuckle.

"Laughin'? You're laughin' at me?" His tone sounds annoyed, but he's smiling, his nose bumping yours the moment your fingers begin to fiddle with the buttons of his pants, undoing them. You peck his lips as you slip your hand into his pants. He bites his lip, stifling a groan when your hand wraps around his hard and pretty cock, stroking your hand up and then back down along the length of it.

You look down to watch yourself touch him, catching the sight of his tip and the way his hips press closer to your touch. You think to tease him more about how aroused he is this quick but you bite your tongue, focusing on how warm he feels, how thick he feels in your hand. Billy's jaw clenches as he grits his teeth. "You can make noise, there's no one here," you tell him, and he nods. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't risk it."

And it makes your heart drop for a moment, but then part of you savors the way his face screws up in pleasure. His teeth bite down on his lip as you quicken your pace, your hand jerking him just the way he likes it, your thumb swirling over his leaking tip and spreading the precum on his dick, which at the very least earns you a little moan from him. With each stroke, he wants to melt more into your touch. You take a second to focus on the head again, pressing your thumb to it, swirling your finger once more, and smiling as he tries to hold back his moans.

He closes his eyes a little tight, he grunts when you reach further down to caress the pads of your fingertips against his balls before returning to his cock.

"You're trouble," he mumbles and you feel the urge to shove him again but you hold back. "Yeah? Is it worth it?" You squeeze him in a gentle touch, stilling your hand. Billy opens his mouth to say something but then you start up your movements again, your grasp on him firm and purposeful as you jerk him, his hips trying to buck again but he stops himself, his words dying in the back of his throat.

So he just nods, sloppily kissing the corner of your lips, "I missed," he whispers. You giggle and kiss him correctly, swallowing a moan as you pump your hand faster. "'M warnin' you, 'm close," he says against your lips.

Billy gives your bottom lip a small kiss, his breath hitching when your thumb rubs his tip again. "Want you to come for me," you whisper to him, grinning at the way he shifts on his feet at your words.

"I will...I want to...fuck," he breathes out, leaning forward like he's gonna kiss you, but he lets out a moan instead, tipping his head back.

"I know, baby," you coo at him, leaning your head to his shoulder and looking down at your hand and his cock, the slight wet sound of your actions, your heavy breathing, and his muffled moans are the only things that can be heard right now. His cock twitches in your hand, "c'mon, come for me. Please?"

And you tilt your head up to look at him just as he looks down at you. Your eyes are big and your bottom lip jutting out just a little does it for him. Billy lets out a low grunt as he spills into your hand, no doubt making a mess of his pants as his come spurts out of him.

"Fuckin'...trouble," he mutters and shakes his head as he looks down at the mess, then at you as you remove your hand, licking his release off of your fingers with your eyes glued to his.

"Think your father would mind if I keep you out just a little longer?" He's joking, your father not even knowing you're there right now, but you shrug, quirking your lips into a smile as you start to walk away.

Billy doesn't let you get far, running over and wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you up, spinning you around. "No fuckin' way you're leavin' like that, get your damn pants off."

let's chat about billy, here :)

[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Fem!Reader pregnancy sex

You've been super horny since this morning but you've both been busy and when Simon came back from the base, you didn't have the heart to mention it to him since he was beyond exhausted and you knew he'd never deny his lovely wife anything even when worn-out and drained.

Now he's out, in a store for your sudden 3 A.M. cravings. "No, don't get the other ones if they don't have it. Ok, love ya!" you tell him what brands to get over the phone, your hand mindlessly wandering over your body, gently rubbing your swollen belly, moving lower... and lower... finding your clit and absent-mindedly starting to massage the nub. You let out a quiet moan, "What was that, love?!" he asks, wondering if he heard it correctly. He knows that sound. "Siii..." you drag out his nickname, gasping as you insert one finger inside your soaking wet pussy, but it's not enough. It doesn't feel the same. You want him. You need him. "Siii, please!" you whine, making his cock twitch in his pants. "Are you...?" " Yesss, Si... please! I need you inside me!" you cry out. "Fuckin' hell!" he mumbles under his breath, trying not to get hard in the middle of the store but to no avail. "I'm on my way, love." he hurriedly buys the stuff you ordered and heads back home.

He runs straight to the bedroom upstairs to find you sprawled out on the bed, legs spread open, one hand stroking through your folds and the other grabbing and rubbing your breasts, moaning his name.

He removes his clothes in an instant and hovers over you, placing a soft kiss on your lips. "Hi!" he says grinning, making you giggle, "Hi, Si!". "Please! I need you!" you plead, whining and grabbing his hands, pulling him closer.

He grabs your hips and gently positions you at the edge of the bed so you'd be more comfortable with your pregnant belly. "Spread your legs for me, love." he says, voice gruff which makes your seeping cunt cream at his words. You open your legs for him, his eyes on your glistening pussy, pupils dilated, gently stroking his cock, spreading his pre-cum on his length.

He grabs the back of your knees and spreads your legs wider, "Ready, love?" he asks as he lines himself up between your thighs. You nod and he softly pushes the tip inside, making you gasp. "More! Please, Si!" you beg him to give you more. Your poor needy pussy has been neglected long enough, it's basically crying out for his cock.

He slowly slides in till he bottoms out, making you throw your head back into the pillows, shut your eyes and let out a loud high-pitched moan. You sigh in relief, feeling so full, his thick veiny cock stretching your tight dripping wet cunt so good, it makes your eyes tear up a bit. "You ok?" he asks, wiping your tears. " Y-yeah. F-feels g-good. You feel so so good inside me, Si!" you moan out, giggling at the feeling and your own desperation.

"Yeah?" he smirks, "Feels good when I stretch you out on my big cock?" he croons as he starts rubbing your sensitive swollen clit "Sweet pussy so needy and desperate for my cock... so wet f'me... begging me to fuck you. Huh? You want me to fuck you good, baby?" "Yesss! Please, Si! Fuck me!" you whine pathetically. His eyes darken with lust as you beg him to fuck you.

He slowly and teasingly drags his cock out and slides back in, his hips slamming onto your ass, making you blush at the sound. He slowly rolls his hips into yours, concerned about your fragile state. Soft groans and whimpers fall from his lips, mixing with your moans and mewls which sound like music to his ears as he slides his fat cock along your tight warm walls, his eyes locked onto yours, thinking how beautiful and heavenly you look with your swollen belly, squirming and writhing as he fills your pretty little pussy with his thick cock.

"You're so fucking beautiful, lovie!" he groans out and picks up the pace, careful not to go too hard and you grab the sheets, back arching, tears running down your face, curses and guttural moans seeping through your lips as you feel your climax approaching. He pants and grunts heavily, chasing his high, "I'm close, Si!... Ah-ahh!" you moan out, "I'm right there with you, love!" He slams his girthy shaft into your puffy soaked pussy one last time, letting out a deep growl and you cry out his name as you cum around his dick squirting, walls clenching and milking him dry as he fills you up with his thick warm cum.

He bends down, leaning his forehead against yours, both out of breath and panting heavily. He kisses your sweet lips and slowly pulls out, lying down beside you and gently taking you into his strong arms, cooing sweet nothings softly into your ear in order to ground you as you're still in a haze. You have a content smile on your pretty face and he's happy to be the cause of that. "I love you so much, baby." "I love you too, Si... so fucking much."

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[thesassypadawan]

Tag 1 (David x FemReader)

Summary:  Tag.  A simple fun game of back and forth, except when it comes to your ‘jumping’ loving boyfriend.  Who's bent the rules; turning it into a one-way match of ‘whenever, wherever’.  That only ends if you can successfully ‘tag’ him back.

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s sooo much of the smut.  Up against the shelves, ‘tag’, and…David's fat, long dick.

Notes: I hope you, lovelies, also enjoy Tag 2! 💚

- “Of course they’d be on the top shelf,” you huff softly to yourself. Eyeing up that certain pair of leggings; the ones he so loves…to grab your ass in. Which seem to mock you, sitting barely out of reach.

- It was bad enough as is to be running late for your date with David. But after taking a quick scan of your closet, to add insult to injury, the stepstool your normally keep on hand was amiss. “Sure, why not.”

- Having no other choice and too flustered to go looking for it, you rise up on your tiptoes. Unsteadily balancing, one arm stretching high above your head. The other keeping the towel wrapped around your body.

- Fingertips brush them once…twice. Sighing and screaming internally, you realize that you’re not getting anywhere. So hopping up and reaching with both, you manage to snag them by the waistband on the third pass. But at the cost of…

- In the matter of an instant it all occurs. Towel drops to the floor…a flash of light fills the darkened space…warm chest presses to your bare back…and strong arms encircle your waist. “Knew it.”

- “Vid!” Whirling around in his hold, you find yourself staring up into those deep, blue eyes. Eyes that had an all too familiar mischievous glint in them, along with a matching grin. “What are you-”

- Big hands slide; resting on, cupping your butt. Grin widening more and more, trying to act innocent. “Seeing what was taking ya so long. A guy can’t just check up on his cute, little girlfriend?”

- “Uh-huh…” You mutter, eyebrows raised slightly; head tilted to the side. Not believing him for a single moment, while his hard cock pokes you in the stomach. “…and?”

- “And…” Surging forward, leaning down. Lips brush yours, warm breath fans across your skin. While he crowds you against the shelves, caging in your smaller frame with his own. “…tag.”

- That’s all the warning you get before he crashes them together. Teeth nip gently, tongue teases at your plush bottom. Hands give your squishy cheeks a firm squeeze, muffled squeak mixed with a giggle escapes you.

- Parting, panting softly. Fingers find, tug at his hoodie strings. Somehow pulling him in even closer. Own wicked smile starting to forming. “Now?! Like now NOW?!”

- “Whenever…” Searing kisses trail up your throat. “Wherever…” Feather light touches along the contours of your back, the path of your spine. “Remember…” Toned thigh wedges itself between yours.

- Pulse races, a thrill runs through you. Sparks of pleasure blossoming as you shamelessly grind. Slick coating, slowly seeping into the fabric of his jeans. “I do, but…”

- Eyes flicker to the unlocked bedroom door, before returning to his. “Roommate’s home.” Your digits flying, beginning to unbutton…unzip… “Aren’t you worried she might come checkup? See what all the noise is about.” …freeing him.

- Groan rumbles in David’s chest. Oozing tip smears, dirties your freshly cleaned skin. “Then you’ll have to be really quiet.” Lips attach to your neck, sucking; purposely leaving dark marks in their wake. “Think ya can handle that, baby?”

- It’s futile, a lost cause. There’s no way you’ll be able to hold back all those delightful noises. Not with how he fucks…splits you open. “Nope, not a chance.”

- Love bites descend. Covering, turning your breasts into a splotchy red mess. Nipples pebble from the vibrations of his low chuckle… “Guess I gotta work fast then.”

- Scooping you off the floor. Legs automatically wind around his waist. Arms drape over his broad shoulders. Nails dig in, scratch lines up his back when….

- With a single stroke, he buries himself into your warmth. Pushing you hard against the shelves, forcing you to take every last thick inch. Gasping cries fall from your lips, mix with the sound of wood scraping and banging. Echoing off the walls of your closet, your room. “Not even gonna try, huh?”

- Thrusting up into your tight cunt, he sets a brutal pace. Your lips meeting, melding in a fervent kiss. Tongues tangling, teeth knocking. Both sets of hands grabbing greedily, kneading and yanking.

- Breaking apart, high pitched moans fly from your mouth. That grow more heated, increasingly more incoherent. Each sloppy drive, slap of his hips; pushes you closer and closer to the edge. “Babe… Babe…”

- It’s too much, all wonderfully too much. Breaths come out in small, frantic puffs. Ecstasy rushes to your core. Gummy walls flutter, body jiggles and trembles. Climax fast approaches. And…

- Knock, Knock “E-everything okay in t-there?”

- Acting quickly, David smashes them together one last time. Swallowing up your squeaks, his groans. Stuffing himself to the hilt, pumping you full. While you clamp, clench around…gush all over him.

- Coming down from your highs, string of saliva hanging between your lips. Gently he sets you back onto your feet, slips out. Refastening, zipping up. “Sorry to cut this short, but…”

- Knock, Knock “I'm…I'm coming in.” Jiggle, Jiggle “Hope y-you're decent.”

- “Gotta jump. See ya in five, angel,” he mutters. Pecking your cheek, disappearing in another flash of light.

- Leaving you standing there, naked. Leggings sitting on the ground beside you. Trying to explain to your roommate how you ‘slipped’ trying to get them off the top shelf. Pretending that your combined juices aren't dripping down your leg.

Tag List: @espinathena-17, @myheartwillgoon2022, @wifeofasith, @princessswifie, @kenobiskywalker16, @loverforoldermen, @avescorner-blog, @t03soup, @mistress-amidala, @haydensbbg, @humongouscatfest, @decaffeinatedunicorn, @sythethecarrot, @xhunnybeeex

[skeletonapricationday]

The lab

@yumeno_54_ on insta (art creds)

Warnings: porn w/o plot, aphrodisiac, dumbification-ish kink, pentration (fem receiving), gojo x fem reader, fingering, being watched while masterbating, praising and cooing, public fun, mild mention of overstimulation.

You have a natural knack for chemicals, something surprising for a sorcerer. You collect certain chemicals that curses make and see if you can weaponize them.

Today you're working with a liquid produced from a curse that claims they're "lust."

You're careful with the chemical, afterall you're still unsure of what it does. All you were told is they have one liter of it and the curse is dead. You put the pH tester into the open vile slowly making sure it can't get onto your skin. The liquid mildly vicious.

You're about to pour some onto a microscope slide and- "Hey, I heard you got a new-" and it spills all over you. Running into your pores.

"Shit!" You shout, running over to the sink. Scrubbing your skin harshly, praying the chemical doesn't effect you. "Gojo I swear to GOD!"

"I'm so sorry are you okay?" The white haired man runs over. Checking over your face. You stop the sink water when you feel the chemical can no longer be scrubbed. You're starting to feel dizy and light. "Hey don't pass out on me, what was that?!" He asks worried.

"New chemical. No antidote yet. Don't know what it does." You breath out harshly, mind starting to go numb. Unable to properly think. Gojo quickly grabs you when you stumble. Surprisingly this causes you to moan, gripping onto his jacket. "Feel so fuzzy." You pant, nuzzling your face into Satoru.

"Woah-Hey what are you doing?" He asks a little amused, but still just as worried. You don't respond just pulling yourself closer to him. Did he always smell this good? Was he always this warm? You lean up on your tippy toes, sticking your flushed face into his neck. "From what curse?"

You whine into his neck, feeling the urge to lick his skin. "It said it was lust." You giggle out. "Come closer." You beckon. Looking up into his eyes lustfully.

"Woah woah mama, calm down." He jokes, pushing you by the forehead. You whimper and bite your bottom lip. Shaking your head no at him, like you were rejecting his statement.

"Can't." You answer blankly. Clenching your thighs together not so discretly. "Hot. It's hot." You moan out. Taking off your lab coat, nearly tearing it off. You start to unbutton your blouse when big hands grab yours and stop you.

"Hey, hey its the chemical. You need to sit. I'll get someone." You grip onto his hand, stopping him from leaving. Honestly you were weaker than him, he could leave if he wanted but he doesn't. "Want me to stay?"

You desperately shake your head up and down yes. He uses his grip on you to sit you down, you do so without complaint. "Burning, burning hot." You whine. Ripping your blouse off entirely, the tattered clothes hitting the ground. Leaving you in only a sports bra. You fan your skin with your hand, acting like you're having a heat stroke. "Notepad. Notepad now." You pant towards him. You words rushed and slurred.

He rushes over grabbing it and handing you a pen. You quickly start jotting down your symptoms. 'Accidential test subject-me.' Is the first thing you write. 'Causes delirium. Hard to think.' Gojo nods at the words you write. 'Hot. So hot.' You keep going. 'Touch feels so good.' You hear a small "oh" behind you. You tilt your head and look at him with wet eyes. "What?"

"Look this isn't exactly science based but that sounds similar to the feelings people get on exctasy." You look at him with parted lips, like a light bulb went off in your head.

"Lust. Aphrodisiac." You whine out, thighs clenching harder. You slam your head down into the desk, it's getting harder and harder to think clearly. You want to reach out to Gojo this instant. Put his fingers in your mouth, maybe even his cock. God you would ride right on top of him. The only thing you would hear is the squelching of your cunt and the slaps of skin. "Gotta go. You gotta go." You cry out.

"I thought you wanted me to stay?" You reach out and grab him by the jacket, pulling his blindfolded face to yours with serious eyes.

"Leave." You pant. "Cause I want to fucking ride you." You say honestly, lips curling at the thought. Gojo seems to just stare at you, even without seeing his eyes.

He laughs in disbelief. Taking off his blind fold, his spiked hair falling down into its natural shape. When his blaring blue eyes look at you, you freeze. Holding your breath at the site. "You want to-" He puts a hand on the back of your chair. "Ride me?" He asks with a devious smirk. You stare at him wide eyed.

"Sorry toots, this ride is reserved for those in a clear state of mind." He tsks his tongue with a smile.

You push at his chest. "Just go." You whine, feet stomping like an angry toddler. "I need-i need you to go." You say bringing your own hands to your inner thighs, wanting to start feverishly masterbating right then and there. You wanted to make him watch. You bite your bottom lip and you rub your thighs, eyes rolling back at the simple touch. You let out a small mmpf.

"Wow. I never thought I'd see you come undone so quickly. That stuff is strong." He states watching you. "I'm not going anywhere." He grins.

You groan and locks eyes with him. Finally coming to terms with it you smile. "Fine. Watch." You hiss out, unable to contain yourself any longer. Unbuttoning your work slacks. Pulling them desperately down your thighs. The cold air hits your wet panties earning a whine. Gojo's blue eyes never leave your form. Doing just as you said, watching.

As soon as you can you drill your own fingers into you, you do. Ripping your panties off and stuffing two fingers inside, using your thumb to toy with your own clit. So worked up the room is already filled with the sounds of your sopping wet cunt. "Ah-mmm fuck." You moan, eyes tempted to roll into your skull. Looking up Gojo is still standing over you, eyes focused on your wetness.

"Satoru don't stare so intently- aaa it's emrbassing." You whimper, biting your bottom lip. Hips bucking against your hand. Fingers becoming less satisfying the hotter you get.

"You told me to watch." He grins cockily, leaning back against your desk. His posture relaxed unlike yours. "So I'm going to watch. Show me everything you got, pretty girl." He teases with his famous playboy smirk.

You sob a little, your walls feeling so empty. You attempt to enter a third finger but it doesn't feel any different, leaving you just as void as before. "Fingers don't work." You cry. Small tears pricking your eyes from the sheer desperation in your gut. "Pleeease." You look at Gojo, begging with your eyes.

He knits his brows and sighs. "Only if you promise you aren't going to hit me for it later." He teases, pushing you further into your frustrated edge.

You pull your fingers out with a small hic. Gripping onto Gojo's jacket again, pulling him closer with your shlick covered hand. "I'm literally begging." You say annoyed, a hint of a moan in it.

"Fine. Fine. How could I say no." He says playfully, pulling your slacks the rest of the way down your ankles. "Jeez, what a pretty pussy." He says with a grin, spanking your cunt lightly with his hand. Earning a loud mewl in response.

"Satoru more." You whine, pulling his hand closer and bucking your hips. "More." You say saliciously. Trying to tempt him.

"Hold on gorgeous I'm getting there." He chuckles cockily. Tilting his bueaitful head to the side before slipping in two of his long and thick fingers. "Is that better?" He says with a grin, pumping them at a painfully slow pace.

"Faster." You moan. Pressing his hand further into you. "I want it. Please." You beg, sounds of pleasure falling from your lips. A thin pout forming from his obvious teasing. "Don't tease. Fuck me."

"Commanding as always." He thrusts his fingers faster, thumbing your clit in small circles. "Do you really think that's how you ask for help?" He asks, lips curling into a cruel smirk. You were about to retort it got you what you wanted when he suddenly ceases all motion. "I asked a question." He says harshly, pulling his liquid coated hand away. Bringing it up to his lips and licking it clean. "Go on, answer."

"No no m' sorry, don't stop." You cry out, whimpering as your pussy clenches around the cold air. Mourning the loss of Satoru's hand. You lean forward and nuzzle your face against his hardening length. "Please." You huff. Hot breath grazing against his clothed skin.

"Now that's how you ask for help." He grins, shucking off his jacket. Pulling his belt open and dropping his pants to reveal himself. Tip pink and leaking.

"You want it so bad?" He smiles and licks his lips. "Bend over the desk." He commands and you quickly obey. Nearly tripping over your clothes on the floor to bend over the desk. "It's cute when you act so needy." He grins.

He rubs his tip against you entrance and your clit. Collecting your wetness and smearing his precum against you. "In. Inside." You command, arching your hips up further.

"Do I have to reprimand you again?" He asks, tempted to pull away despite his own arousal.

"No, no, no." You whine, reaching a hand behind you and spreading yourself open. "Please." You say between broken sobs. You don't care if you're stroking his already too big ego, you're after his too big of a cock.

"I just love hearing you beg." With that he thrusts inside, cock entering with ease due to the Niagara falls that is your pussy. He groans at the feeling of you wrapping completely around him "God- you're so tight." He moans, fucking himself in and out of you. There's no friction at all, your walls welcoming him and spasming.

"Yesh- so big n deep." You praise, legs shaking from the pure exctasy. That burning coil of a feeling easing slightly. If you weren't half out of your mind you wouldn't nearly praise him as much.

"I get that alot." He teases and thrusts harder, making the desk you're gripping onto shake. You mewl angrily at his statement. Before you can tell him off he starts playing with your clit. "Don't worry doll, it was just a joke." He laughs and grunts.

"Satoru-Satoru." You say his name repeatedly. Legs aching, back arching, and cunt clenching. Every movement felt brand new. "THAT SPOT-" You yelp loudly as his tip pounds against your g-spot.

"Oohh ho ho" He says with a smug edge. Aiming his thrusts to keep hitting it, abusing the poor pleasure button inside you. "Look what I found." He grunts and grins, grabbing your hips and flipping you over. Looking deep into your eyes as they roll back. "Fuck you're so pretty when you're going dumb."

You nod and moan. Wrapping your arms along his back. "I'm not going dumb- m' just horny." You retort, drool dripping down your jaw. He smiles and pulls you in, kissing you deep as he fucks your gummy walls. His tongue tastes like candy, which makes sense considering his sweets addiction. When he pulls away a string of saliva connects you both.

He chuckles and grins, pressing harder against your g-spot, almost hitting your cervix. "You're sucking me in so desperately though. It's like you don't wanna let me go." He lets out a small groan as you feel your legs try to clamp down around him. He tsks his tongue annoyed, grabbing your thighs and forcing them open. "You begged for this, now keep those legs open."

You nod and try to keep your legs open desperately as you feel your orgasm coming on. "Satoru- 'mma cum I'm going too-" You squeeze your eyes shut tight and feel your thighs tremble with the force of the pleasure. A coiling heat wrapping around you like a snake. "Please- don't stop, no stopping!"

"Then open your eyes and look at me." He groans and grips your jaw, forcing you to look deep into his pale blue gaze. Tears stream down your face, struggling to stay open. "Fucking." Thrust. "Cum." Thrust. "On." Thrust. "Me." And with one more thrust you come undone.

The world shatters around you as you dig your nails into his back. Looking for any kind of leverage as he rocks into you. "That's it bueaitful." He coos as you whine and whimper. "Come undone." He smiles at you. When you're orgasm is done he doesn't stop.

"Wait Satoru I just came!" You whine overestimulated. Wrapping your legs around his waist and digging your heels into his back.

"I think this pretty pussy can squeeze out one more. Don't ya' think?" He asks with a smile as he keeps rocking his hips. "Cause I haven't cum yet."

[kteezy997]

Chocolate Boss-part two// Willy Wonka

WARNINGS: this is absolute filth

Smut, Licking chocolate off of Willy, oral sex (m receiving), titty fucking, swallowing cum, slight hair pulling

After that night in the kitchen, licking chocolate off of y/n, Willy got another idea to bring their little relationship to the next level.

“Come to my office after closing,” he told her earlier, “and bring some chocolate in a piping bag.”

He heard the door open, and in walked y/n, chocolate in hand. Willy stood up from his desk in an instant and started to undress. “I have an idea.”

"Oh?" Y/n grinned, eyeing him and biting her lip. "And what is that, Willy?"

"I want you to clean me tonight." he instructed, dropping his trousers to the floor. Upon the removal of his boxers, his cock was already semi hard. Just thinking of what was going to happen had gotten him excited.

She giggled, "Anything for you, boss." Then, she piped some of the chocolate ganache onto his lower belly, letting it coat his treasure trail. As soon as she got enough onto his skin to her liking, she kneeled down, and stuck out her tongue, licking a stripe upward on his abdomen, collecting the chocolate as she did so.

"Mmm," Willy whimpered, quivering, "more, darling, more please."

"Of course." she said, lowly, squeezing more of the gooey goodness onto him, lower this time, letting it drip down onto his shaft.

"Fuck yeah." he cursed under his breath.

Y/n let the chocolate cascade down the whole length of his cock. She put the tip in her mouth, sucking the chocolate off of him.

Willy grabbed onto her hair. As she swirled her tongue around his chocolate coated cock, he moaned and rutted his hips slightly. He was overwhelmed with sensations.

“Mmm.” she moaned, her voice vibrating on his cock. She sucked him as clean as she could, running her tongue down either side of his length for good measure.

Precum started to seep out of him, and he grabbed the chocolate. “Here, will you try it, sweet thing?”

She knew exactly what he was meaning. “Yes, yes please.” She was eager for this, waiting patiently on her knees like a puppy anticipating a treat.

Willy squirted some chocolate out right onto the tip of his cock. The rich brown color started to mix with his nearly transparent cum.

She put her mouth on him immediately. Sucking him fast, just needing to taste the yummy concoction. “Mm,” she moaned, satisfied as she swallowed Willy and the sweet chocolate.

Willy’s body began to shake. “This is so amazing. You’re incredible. Fuck.”

Not moving from her kneeling position in front of him, she took her top off.

He licked his lips at the sight of her breasts, remembering all that happened the last time he saw them.

Y/n put her hands on her breasts, and moved so she could nestle his stiff cock between them.

Willy could hardly breathe.

“Decorate my tits with the chocolate, Willy. Let’s get really messy.” She giggled.

He did as she desired, drizzling the chocolate, creating a pattern, covering her breasts and his cock.

She moaned explicitly, pressing her tits together, squishing his member as she pumped to and fro on him. The chocolate acted as a lubricant, letting her fuck his cock with ease.

Willy was panting, whimpering, about to explode. The sight of her plump breasts covered in chocolate on either side of his cock, which was red at the tip, it was fucking beautiful. The most glorious thing he’d ever seen or felt. He was absolutely trembling with pleasure.

He cried out, “Ahhh!” And his white, creamy cum spewed out of him, stringing ropes all over y/n’s boobs and face.

She moaned again in satisfaction, swiping her tongue over her lip to taste him, and of course the velvety chocolate once again. “Delicious!” she said, “You’re my favorite flavor.”

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl

[universesweetheart]

Birthday Gift (Dazai x Reader)

In which it's Osamu's birthday

Is it his bday? No, but do I want to write and post this? Fuck yes. So enjoy you virgins

Read my other Dazai's oneshot here, here, here & here :]

Bye now - Mars ♡

“Bella?” Dazai called out as he entered the room. Dazai has had a whirlpool of devasting thoughts when you didn’t pick up his call. This was a first, you were always so willing to hear from him. To talk with him. He couldn’t help but be worried when you didn’t. Afterall, he was now accustomed to your affections. He even shamelessly sought them out. So imagine his surprised when he called his Bella and she didn’t pick up and greet him with that sweet sweet voice that made him rock hard in an instant.

“Kitchen, love” your sweet voice called out to him, like the riches of honey pouring over his raw soul. Without hesitation he found himself rushing to the kitchen, only to internally gasped when he saw the sight in front of him. Heart like a wild beast confined by his very ribs, trying to leap out of his chest.

You, his belladonna, were in pajamas pants with a bralette loosely covered by a Kiss the Chef apron. In front of you on the island counter there was a cake, the icing only of a white layer and when his eyes caught hold of the multiple colors in different bowls, he guessed it was unfinished.

“I guess it won’t be much of a surprise then,” you laughed, “that’s fine though” placing down your piping bag you closed the distance between the two of you and greeted your boyfriend with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “I missed you today, Osamu” you kissed his lips, “So much,” you kissed his lips again.

“Mm”

You loved kissing Dazai, you loved showing Dazai affection and receiving affection from Dazai. You felt safe and secure whenever you were with him. His lips were the softest plush heaven you’ve ever felt. To have access to such divinity, to have it be yours made you feel like the goddess you were. Even the thought of Dazai brought you a sense of warmth. Oh, how you loved this man.

Dazai, of course, willingly kissed you back repeatedly. How could he ever be tired of your affections? Of your kisses? Of you? He felt like a man that just had a sip of water after days of going without it. “Why didn’t you pick up earlier? I got worried” he pouted but you saw the genuine concern within the depts of his brown eyes. Beautiful brown eyes. Milky chocolate pool of richness.

Your face beamed as a bright smile overtook it, “Promise you won’t laugh” you kissed the corner of his mouth, arms still secured around his figure, “I didn’t want to get my phone messy” you giggled, “Sorry if I worried you, love, wasn’t my intention.” Eyes crinkled as you smiled.

Dazai let out a breath, chuckling “what am I going to do with you?” his arms found your waist bringing you closer to his body. As a result, you felt your breast pressed up against his chest.

“Hmm well for starters, help me finish this cake” you suggested, “What’s it for?”

“Osamu Dazai,” you said sternly, and a childlike smile crept up on his face, his handsome face that you could stare at forever. “Your birthday, old man”

“Ah, that was today? It must have slipped my mind” he thought out loud. Truth was, he remembered it quite well, he just hated the idea of celebrating his birth into this god forsaken world. Life wasn’t worth celebrating to him, not his at least. He’d celebrate yours everyday of the year if you let him.

You kissed his lips again, “I know you dislike celebrating it, but I thought a cake would be nice, mostly because I wanted cake” and in a singsong voice “Plus I got you a gift,” another kiss, “and… another gift too”

As he eyed you, a smirk found itself onto his lips, leaning down he kissed you biting your bottom lip in the process of pulling away. “Must you always tease Bella?” his hand found it’s path lower onto the curve of your ass; squeezing it. Kneading the soft fat, pushing, and pulling and gripping and jiggling it. Gods, he was obsessed with your sweet ass.

“I don’t know what you mean babe” you reached up to kiss him for the millionth time since he came but he pulled away. Standing at his full height. Cheeky bastard. You tiptoed and placed your hands around his neck, bullying your way into his space to steal yet another kiss. “Don’t deny me of these lips, baby”

Your lips left his and went to his jaw, and then lower to his neck and when you bit down on that sweet spot, he found himself groaning. Hands automatically squeezing your ass harder. “Such a tease” he mumbled in between gasps as you kept sucking and biting his neck. No doubt leaving a trail of purple marks that will later birth hickeys.

“So which present do you want first?” you asked staring at his lust filled eyes. The gods knew what they were doing when they made this special face of your lover.

“The gift…the gift” he smiled and sought out your lips again, swallowing your words of praise.

“What about finishing this cake?”

“I want another cake” Dazai scooped you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, “can wait” he mumbled as his mouth found your neck. Licking, biting and then sucking and the pattern continued from your jaw down to her neck and then your collarbone, and even lower to your breasts.

He walked to the couch and sat down, your bodies close, fitting perfectly, together. “My gift woman”

“Eh? Demands?” you pulled away, your body straddling his thighs, “I’m only letting you off because it’s your birthday and I love you.”

He smiles, “Are you going to keep your birthday boy waiting?” teasing words as his smile stretches into a smirk, “And I love you too, Bella”

Returning his smile with one of your own, you stand up and shimmy down your pajamas pants, revealing your nude bottom half.

Dazai’s eyes beams in excitement, and he licks his lips, “It’s pink for self-indulgent purposes”

He waits for you to explain yourself further, but you don’t. “Take a guess please.”

“Bend over and let me see”

“You’re no fun, at least act surprised”

“Oh Bella, what is it? What is it?” he fakes excitement and smiles as you roll your eyes. Soon enough, he’s pulling you down and holding you down over his lap. Shamelessly ogling your juicy behind. Dazai is not always a patient man, you’ve learned that the hard way. The very hard way.

His hand come down and lands a hard smack on your ass cheek, causing your body to jolt forward and a whine to escape your lips. Rubbing the red flesh and massaging the skin between his fingers, he uses his other hand and spread your ass apart revealing the baby pink jeweled dazzling butt plug stuffing you.

“Happy birthday to me” he whispers and kisses your ass, teeth biting into the plump flesh. A soft whine escaping your lips as your lover bit down on your ass.  

Part 2: here