#AMAB Reader

[valentine-cafe]

Sakura Pudding, please!

I just need some slow, agonizing sex with him,,, having him have to beg and wait for reader as they just wanna take it slow (reader is amab)

🍒 𓂃 𝑶𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑼𝑷 : sakura pudding !! . . . bttm kitsune boyfriend ⊹ top amab reader .

. ᘛ 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑡���𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔​​​​​​​﹕verse 9948e ꮽ  shimada takara

 𐔌𖹭 ˖ ࣪  who's that ?⠀﹕teasing and mischevious, the ever infamous kitsune mercenary of the society of shades, in your service.

ּ  ֗ recepit ℘ ... you do to your boyfriend what he hates the most, slow sex and pace. oh the edging and agony!⊹ cw ٬٬ smut . edging . begging ( takara ) .  

A symphony of whimpers circulate your dimly lit bedroom. Takara lays spread below you, huffing and panting like a fox in heat would.

The pace is waaaaay too slow for him. Your hips rocking against his plush ass agonizingly slow. Submerged only half-way through and it's a pain to go on like this for poor feral Takara. You suppose kitsune do have their tendsencies to enjoy more feral and depraved sex.

Unfortunately for Takara, he's been acting a brat several times this week. So he's not getting any of what he's begging for. Nevermind how many times you promise him that he's getting closer to having it.

You like being a little cruel sometimes. Especially after all of the times Takara has been acting cruel towards you those few times he's had the pleasure of topping. Why not reciprocate the cruelty?

Your dick hammers against each sensitive nerve that you know like the back of your hand. Careful and precise, slow thrusts. That push whimper after whine and moan out of the kitsune's filthy mouth below. He tugs at his own tails as he starts to beg pathetically.

"Please— Please, stop being so mean. I want you hard."

And what do you give him in response? A simple chuckle and no more than that. A hand on his throat. As you thrust forward a little slower than than last time. Slowing the pace as much as you can to hear the protests and begs grow louder. Feel the twitch of slim legs and watch the wave of pink tails. Impatiently hitting the sheets of the bed.

"You want? So greedy." You whisper against his ear and grasp at the pale hip, slamming him down on your weeping dick. "You'll get when you learn to be patient."

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[pr33tyinpink]

୨୧ - pink baby princess / sabrina carpenter

sum: in which…you have sloppy sex with your girly girl girlfriend

pairings: sabrina carpenter x gn!amab!reader

warnings: 18+ CONTENT AHEAD!! please read at your own discretion. smutty smut. sloppy sex (runny mascara and smeared lipstick). lowkey a size kink if you squint since sab is short. softdom!reader. sub!sabrina. tummy bulge kink. creampie. use of praise. dirty talk. use of pet names (princess, love, sweetheart, and baby). reader also refers sab as ‘angel.’ and use of vulgar language

wc: 541

your hands grip tight on the soft flesh of sabrina’s thighs as you pound into her, the force of your thrusts causing the headboard to slam against the wall repeatedly. you couldn’t help it, you loved seeing her like this. all drunk on your cock, mascara running down her cheeks, and her light pink lipstick smudged across her lips.

she was a complete mess. your mess.

“so fuckin’ tight f’me, yeah?” a small groan leaves your lips as you look down, watching the outline of the tip of your cock appear in and out of her stomach. “fuck, ya feel me angel?”

sabrina only just cries out, a string of incoherent moans tumbling from her full lips before she nods. that only made you smirk even more—god, you were so fucking full of yourself.

but, that’s what having the sabrina carpenter underneath you. especially like this.

“oh, look at my sweet girl…takin’ me so pretty, angel.” you breathe out, thumb gliding across her aching clit. you knew what made her crazy, and you always took that to advantage. you loved making her feel amazing.

sabrina bites down on her bottom lip, looking up at you as she guides your free hand back to her needy nub. your thumb teases in circles as you fuck her silly, wet flesh slapping noises filling the room.

“mmm, fuuuckk...“ she throws her head back against the pillow, tightening her legs around your waist as you pump into her—easing the torture to her clit.

you could feel yourself twitching and throbbing inside her as she flutters around you, legs slightly shaking from the immense pleasure coursing through her body. you wanted to cum, but you needed this to last. you needed to hear those pretty little sounds slip from her lips, feel her dripping cunt grip your cock like a vice.

“such a pretty princess…” your grip on her hips tighten, pushing yourself forward to go deeper. sabrina’s eyes roll back in pleasure as you fill her up perfectly, her sweet arousal dripping down her thighs.

it was uncontrollable, seeing her like this. your body felt light, feeling like your stomach was tied up in a knot, and it was tightening every passing moment. you could feel sabrina clamp around you, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.

“shit!” she cries out, riding the waves of her intense climax as she looks up at you with those damn puppy dog eyes she always got when she came. it was obvious, she knew what she was doing. just like you, she knew what drove you over the edge.

a few more deep and hard strokes was all it took before you slam your hips against hers, ropes of hot cum spurting from the swollen tip. you collapsed next to her, pulling out to watch the mixture of semen spill from her freshly fucked hole.

your girlfriend sighs, pressing her small sweat slicked body against yours. her delicate and slender fingers trace random patterns down your bare chest as she looks up at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of her smudged lips.

“next time make sure you go harder.” she whispers with a giggle, resting her head on your chest.

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Black noir x male supe reader perchance.... (pls :3)

Pairing : Black Noir X male reader.

Genre : Fluff.

Tag : SFW.

Summary : You forgot your umbrella. He doesn’t need his that badly.

Authors note : If you'd like this done with Black Noir II, or you'd like this to be NSFW, feel free to request again! (With, I’m begging, more specifics, lol.)

Content warnings : Reader gives Black Noir a “kiss” at the end, reader calls Black Noir “kitty” at the end.

It’s raining. The day had already surrendered to the persistent drumbeat of a (not so summer) summer shower. The usual harsh geometries of the parking lot softened under the veil of rain, transformed into a moody, introspective landscape. Gone were the sharp lines of individual parking spaces, blurred now by a slick, dark sheen. And, like the best supe out there, you forgot your umbrella. Did you read the email saying to bring an extra layer? Maybe. But that’s neither here nor there. It’s not like Vought cares if you’re soaking wet. You know who does care, though? Your PR manager. You’re going to hear it from him later. What do you even have to do today? Some photoshoots with the Deep, god, you’d rather not… something where you’re supposed to briefly interact with Homelander in a video. Cool.

The air, usually thick with the metallic tang of hot asphalt and exhaust fumes, was now washed clean. A fresh, earthy scent rose from the damp concrete, mingling with the faint sweetness of rain–soaked greenery from the scattered planters. Beneath it all, an almost imperceptible, yet persistent, aroma of wet metal and rubber began to emerge – the smell of countless vehicles breathing in the downpour. Nothing too miserable, considering the weather Vought has other supes running around in. The cars themselves, usually gleaming monuments to individual journeys, were now unified by their shared experience. Dark, wet surfaces reflected the overcast sky, turning each vehicle into a distorted mirror.

Headlights, some still stubbornly on, cast hazy, diffused beams that painted ephemeral streaks across the puddles. The chrome accents, usually sharp and glinting, were now muted, softened by moisture. Water streamed down windshields, creating abstract patterns that momentarily obscured the interiors, giving glimpses of empty seats or forgotten coffee cups. You’re about to start heading to the metal doors to get screened in, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. A little, tiny metal tap.

You froze, almost dropping your Vought–signed bag. You don’t want another one of the Seven hassling you for anything, not after the social rating debrief with the Deep and Homelander. Kevin likes to… go very into detail about his extremely close relationships with the sea creatures in his aquarium, but you’re unsure if he meant as friends or… something more. As much as you hate— well, hate is a strong word, it pays well… as much as you dislike being a supe, there’s the occasional moment of idiocracy from the Seven to keep you entertained.

Your grip on the bag is tighter now, as your eyes “meet” his – Black Noir. Or, his mesh eyeholes, that is. He’s the one who’d awkwardly followed you out of the meeting room and was staring off into nothing. He’s not nearly as intimidating or broody as everyone says he is. You narrowed your eyes, tilting your head, looking at his hardened suit, then his mask. Tall, broad shoulders, …arms. How else can you describe a guy you can’t even see? Black Noir blinked. He’s holding out an umbrella, which is what he’d tapped you with: the metal tip.

Black Noir nodded his head, gesturing the umbrella forward. “Are you offering?” You cocked your head again, putting your hand out. He’s… well, him. Not exactly the figure you’d expect to inspire awe, not in this context. He’s not perched atop a skyscraper, not engaged in a brutal confrontation. Instead, he’s standing, rain–slicked and motionless, a stark contrast to the usual chaos that surrounds his public persona. The rain plasters his iconic black mask to his face, obscuring any expression, any hint of the formidable, terrifying assassin beneath. He’s less a towering menace and more a… presence. A quiet, unyielding sentinel in the deluge.

You smiled, more of a half–assed grin, taking the umbrella and holding it above yourself. “Thanks, Noir.” You snickered under your breath, tapping his chestplate. Black Noir stared back, not evening nodding, before turning to the building and taking a step. He waited for you to follow, turning his head back to make sure you would. You took a step, walking ahead of him instead. Black Noir walked behind you, watching your shoulders. After a moment of walking across the parking lot, you reached the doors much faster than any others (thank goodness for reserved parking.)

The colossal metal doors groaned open, a stark contrast to the drumming of rain on the outside world. You stepped through, the coldish hair clinging to your clothes as the doors sealed shut behind you with a heavy thud. The interior of Vought, even just the reception area, was a testament to its sheer scale. Polished concrete floors gleamed damply under the harsh fluorescent lights, mirroring the dreary sky you’d just left. “Come on…” you muttered, closing the umbrella as you kept walking pace with Black Noir. The air buzzed with a quiet efficiency. Vought Employees, sharp and alert, moved with a practiced calm, their eyes briefly flicking over incoming visitors as they were screened with silent professionalism.

It wasn’t an unfriendly atmosphere, but one of controlled order, a place where every movement seemed to have a purpose. Besides you, a silent, ‘imposing’ figure followed. Black Noir, his masked face inscrutable. You’re carrying his umbrella, its canopy a dark stripe against the bright, sterile interior, ensuring you remained dry from any lingering drops from your shirt. Your bag, now slung over your other shoulder, felt a little heavier with the added weight, but the shared space beside kept your attention. The rain outside seemed a world away as you stepped into the screener, nodding to a familiar employee, Adam.

You turned slightly as Black Noir walked through the side, following behind you quickly. You flashed him another smile, holding up the umbrella for him to now take. “Thanks, Noir.” You hummed, tapping the umbrella on his silica gel frames. Black Noir nodded, taking the umbrella from your hand, the leather of his suit dragging on your skin. You went to keep walking, but Black Noir followed, tucking his head in slightly when you gave him a questioning look. You rolled your eyes. Gods, he’s like a lost puppy. “Fine. Come on. Walk me to my meeting, will you?” You murmured, moving to go for the stairs, but Black Noir moved to the side to redirect you. You narrowed your eyes at him, looking where he was, noticing the elevators.

“You seriously can’t handle ten steps…?” You mumbled, more of yourself, walking into the elevator. Black Noir, unsurprisingly, didn’t respond. He stepped in behind you, pressing the ‘99’ button. Black Noir stood beside you, not moving as you leaned back against the wall. His hands interlaced above his waist, rubbing one thumb against the back of his palm. His umbrella rested against his legs, shifting every time the elevator thrummed. The interior of the elevator is sleek and modern, with a minimalist design that exudes luxury and sophistication. The walls are made of polished stainless steel, reflecting the soft glow of the embedded LED lighting, which casts a subtle, inviting ‘ambiance’.

The elevators control panel is a marvel of technology, featuring a touchscreen display that showcases the floor numbers in a crisp, high resolution font. As the doors close, the elevator begins its ascent, the hum of the machinery playing through the speakers. The elevators advanced stabilization system ensures a smooth ride, even as it navigates the dizzying heights of the Vought skyscraper. The elevators interior is equipped with a state of the art surveillance system, allowing you and Black Noir to see outside of the elevators stop as you ascend. Black Noir glanced back as you set your back down, then looked back at the screen. Just passing floor 38.

45, 57, 62…

The elevator hummed to a stop, showcasing floor 99. The doors opened, but Black Noir remained still, letting you step out first. You grabbed your bag walked out, turning your head to see Black Noirs face. When he was out, and the doors closed, you gave him a slight grin and cocked your head. You fully turned on your heels, moving forward, tilting your head up. You pressed your hand down on the umbrella, also keeping his hand down (the other snaked up, holding your arm,) he let you keep him still. He nodded his head down a peg, letting you peck a short kiss onto the nose of his mask. Black Noir pulled back, staring with his breath getting only a tad heavier.

“See you soon, kitty.” You sniggered, clutching your bag and turning, walking toward the meeting room. Black Noir watched you stride away, his umbrella falling onto the floor with a clatter.

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Temptation (C.B.)

Synopsis: After everyone is returned from the blip, Clint is alone, but so are you. You decide to be alone together. But adults have needs, and living in close quarters, single and wanting company, well it all leads to one destination. Tags: Clint/GN!reader, AMAB!reader, set vaguely post-FATWS, very plot divergent for Clint, smut, accidental voyeurism, masturbation, bottom!reader, top!Clint Word count: 2069 Notes: Took a short break there, my bad, I either had the one of the worst colds or a mild flu but it has now passed so I’m back

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Of all the Avengers to fall for, did it really have to be him? He’d been cute before, but during the blip, Clint Barton had glowed up into exactly your type. The tattoos, the shaved hair, the general ‘get the fuck away from me’ vibe that he had now - it was all right up your alley. The unfortunate thing was that his family hadn’t just been snapped. No, that would’ve been too easy. His wife and eldest son blipped, while his younger son and daughter didn’t. He’d had to care for them, as much as he could, while still mourning what was lost. The chaos that became normal after the blip managed to take even more from Clint Barton. His younger son was killed by a gang, to get to him, and he annihilated them in response. What else was he supposed to do? He’d spent two long years trying so hard to keep what remained of his family together, and then his boy was taken away. He fell deeper into his grief then, and his mother Edith reemerged, having spent the two years of the blip tracking him down. She took Lila, and gave him the space to do what he needed to heal.

He was alone for three years then, until you all fought and reversed the snap. Everyone was back, except Clint’s son. After all he’d done in the years they were gone, Laura couldn’t find the man she loved in the man stood before her, and she took both of their remaining children, and they separated. He didn’t fight her, he couldn’t - they deserved to be with their mother and Clint thought she was right. He was different now.

You’d had nothing to come home to after the blip, returning after five years away to discover that your entire family had died while you were nothing but dust. You clung onto the family you had left, the soldiers you’d fought side by side with to save the world, and had lost everything just like you. Clint was the one you were closest with. Wanda ran off as soon as she could, Peter went home to his aunt, Sam to his sister, Tony was gone, Steve was gone, Nat was gone, Vision was gone, Thor had a people to lead, Bruce was elsewhere finding his own peace, who knew where the hell Bucky had gone. You and Clint against the world really, propping each other up as best as you could manage.

That led to you meeting Kate, and then Yelena. You and Yelena bonded quickly over your shared dry sense of humour, and you were able to be more gentle with Kate than Clint managed most days. The wound of losing his children still too raw to be able to nurture her the way she deserved. You watched the news, watched Sam take up the shield with determination, and you were flooded with pride. You called him, and chatted a little, then organised for him to come visit, with Bucky. You’d organised a small dinner for you all to share - you, Clint, Sam, Bucky, Yelena and Kate. It was awkward and weird but once that initial discomfort passed, it felt almost like a family again. Clint went to bed early that night, and you didn’t blame him. You finished entertaining the guests and made sure everyone would be able to get home before going to bed yourself. When you woke, Clint had done all the cleaning. He was a good friend and roommate like that.

So, all that to say, you were in a bit of a predicament. You had a crush on Clint, but using that word just didn’t feel right, didn’t feel like it actually covered how you felt. You weren’t sure it was love, but dammit you were getting close. The issue was that he was the closest thing you had to family, sometimes it felt like he was your only friend, and he was helping you pay the bills, and you just didn’t feel like you could risk all of that over a crush. He was still mourning the loss of his family, there was no way he was emotionally available enough to date you.

That was why it was such a surprise one night when you passed by Clint’s room and overheard him moaning. A guy had needs, there was no reason for you to question that or linger, but the sound of him obviously touching himself made you harden in your pants, which only made it that much more difficult to ignore. You were sure that it made you a bad person that you loitered outside his door for as long as you did, but you could never bring yourself to regret it. After all, if you’d just continued passing by, you’d never have heard him panting your name. You could hear the soft slapping of his hand hitting his stomach, the occasional squelch of the lube, and amongst it, just once or twice, you heard him say your name like a whispered praise. If you were a better person, maybe you would’ve walked away. After everything you’d been through, was it really a surprise that you weren’t a better person?

You pushed the door open without hesitating, aware that the creaking of it would give you away, but Clint hardly looked up.

“You could’ve just asked me like a normal person.” You remarked, stripping quickly. Figures that super spy Clint Barton would’ve known he could be heard, and that you had a thing for him, and that you were standing outside his door mustering the courage to proposition him. You were determined as you closed the space between you and hauled yourself up onto the bed, straddling the archer as he lay on his back. Both of you were entirely nude, and it was thrilling, to be able to see and feel this body that you’d been fantasising about.

Clint grunted as you dragged your nails down his torso, stomach tensing when his cock twitched and brushed against your thigh. This would change everything between you, or maybe it’d change nothing, but at least you’d get a good fuck out of it. Clint’s already wet fingers circled your hole, allowing your cock to slowly leak against his abs.

“I’ve seen the way you watch me, when I’m doing chores or just stretching in the chair after being there too long. Shit, I’m too old for you, but I don’t wanna send you away.” He said, voice low and gravelly.

“Can’t help it. Came back and you were all.. Grunge and sexy.” You replied with a small smirk, leaning in slowly until your lips were pressed together in a hungry kiss. A finger slipped inside of you as you braced against the bed, your other hand with fingers tangled in Clint’s hair. A second finger quickly joined the first and he worked you open slowly as you moaned and panted over him.

“Shit, if I’ll have to keep on top of keeping this shaved then, huh?” He replied. You pressed your face into his neck, kissing and nipping his neck just to distract him a little, see if you could really make him break.

“Definitely. It’s rugged, and sexy as hell.” It was so easy to admit it now that his skin was pressed beneath your lips, his fingers spreading you open and preparing you for his cock.

The minutes that passed felt excruciatingly long, like mere seconds stretched out into hours. Finally, just barely having escaped begging, Clint pulled his fingers out of your hole and lined up his cock instead, his tip pressing against your rim.

“You want it? Want to feel my cock little dove?” He whispered against your ear, and suddenly the begging you’d just hardly been avoiding doing fell from your lips.

“Yes- fuck yes! Want every inch of you, Clint.” You moaned, grinding down on him to try to take him inside you, but Clint’s grip on your hips tightened to prevent you.

“Say my name again.” He demanded, and you were unable to refuse.

“Clint!” You whined, likely loud enough for the neighbours to hear, but you just didn’t care. That was all it took to snap his control, he couldn’t resist you any longer. Slowly, inch by inch, he guided you to lower your hips until you were fully seated on his length, his tip pressed deep inside you.

“You feel so damn good. Should’ve done this ages ago.” He muttered, voice strained with his pleasure and new restraint. He didn’t just want to pound into you like you were a cheap sex toy, no he wanted to savour you. At first he just ground into you, letting you feel his length while you moaned, eyes rolling back. He reached up to pinch one of your nipples, teasing it between his forefinger and thumb.

“Don’t fuckin’ tease, Clint.” You panted out, and with a rough chuckle that made your stomach flip he began to lift you to give you the sign to begin riding him. You knew this was going to ruin you, not physically but mentally, you had the biggest crush on Clint and you couldn’t guarantee that he wanted this to be anything more than a quick fuck, and that was what you dreaded. What if this was the sex of your life, and then he was happy to never repeat the performance? You pushed all that aside as you rested your hands on his chest and began to ride him in earnest. You wouldn’t let your own mind ruin this for you - if there was a chance of there being nothing between you after this, then you should savour it. You didn’t want to feel an ounce of regret afterwards.

“Stop thinking so much.” Clint scolded as he took a firm grip of your hips and began thrusting into you in time with your bouncing, meeting each movement with strength, nailing your prostate again and again.

“Shit-” you cursed, hardly managing to finish the word as you moaned loudly, collapsing forward and burying your face in Clint’s neck, licking and nipping the available skin as he pounded into you.

“Don’t worry, dove, I’ll get all those thoughts out of there, hm?” He murmured into your ear, voice a stark contrast to his movements, so soft and gentle where his thrusts were firm and fast. A wave of pleasure overwhelmed you, in response you dug your nails into Clint’s skin, leaving angry red moon shapes behind, marking him as he was you. His marks were just less literal. The rest passed in a blur after that, he held to his promise and helped you get out of your head and in the moment, your thoughts and concerns washed away by his determination to pleasure you.

It almost took you by surprise as you came, or it would’ve if it wasn’t for Clint suddenly taking hold of your cock to give you a few quick strokes which startled you just enough to process what you were feeling, and then you were covering his chest in your release. Your accompanying moan was loud, but you felt Clint’s moan in your bones. One, two, three more moans and he was cumming too, filling your ass with his seed. It was warm, and intoxicating, and you were so fucked. You collapsed forward onto his chest again, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw, then nipped the skin there to disguise the tender gesture. Clint laughed and wrapped both his arms around you. You lay in the silence. It crept and slinked and settled over you like a thick blanket, suffocating you. What were you meant to say now? How were you meant to act after this?

“I thought I just fucked your brains out of you? Stop thinking. Makes you look constipated.” Clint muttered, and you laughed despite yourself. All these things swirling around in your head, causing unrest in your heart like stormy seas; Clint, meanwhile, was none the wiser to it all, his own mind a still pond at the centre of a tranquil meadow.

“My bad.” You replied, rolling your eyes, but he wrapped his arms around you tighter and kept you there.

“We can clean up in a sec. Just wanna sit like this for a minute.” He mumbled, and didn’t elaborate.

Ah.

Maybe everything would be just fine.

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family trip adrien ( deliquent oc ) x bttm m reader

ⓘ established relationship au

Through the excessive amount of visiting each other's houses almost everyday of the week, it was only natural that your families would grow close.

It wasn't a surprise when you received a pretty little invitation by Adrien to come join him and his family on a small trip to the coast. Since you had nothing better to do that weekend, you gladly accepted. Adrien brought up his family's van and offered you a ride in which you also agreed.

You never thought to ask Adrien about his family, assuming it was a topic he didn't particularly like as he never talked about them anyways. So seeing two little girls and a young boy that were the splitting image of Adrien if not his parents. They were a rather rowdy bunch as Adrien's mother rounded up the little troublemakers into the 2nd row of the van while her husband was busy packing things into the trunk.

“Why didn't you tell me you had siblings? And so many,” You question, turning to Adrien who seemed to be on his last straw trying to get his siblings to calm down.

“Didn't think I seemed like an only child,” he quipped.

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes when Adrien's mother walks up to you. She's gorgeous, straight nut brown hair, short and slim like a doe. It's strikingly different from Adrien's rough appearance.

“Oh dear, it seems like there's only one chair left,” Mrs Castillo's voice is like a hydrating balm to the soul as she places a hand on her cheek.

You open your mouth to propose a solution — as the responsible person you are — but you're acutely cut off by prince charming himself.

“He can sit on my lap, no problem.” You can see the relieved expression Adrien's mother carries before she walks off into the passenger's side of the van, leaving you absolutely speechless.

“Since when did I agree to that?” You sigh, but it's ultimately the only solution you can think of on the spot.

Adrien slips into the back seat first, getting himself comfortable before patting his thighs. There's a sour expression on your face as you climb in, settling yourself on Adrien's lap. He slips on the seatbelt from behind you and slides his arms around your waist, holding you close.

“Don't worry, I'll be your seatbelt.”

“I wasn't worrying.”

The ride was anything but smooth. You were profoundly aware of every single movement Adrien made underneath you, the soft thumping of his heart rattled against his chest every time you leaned back to rest.

Not to mention his demon-like siblings turning around to ask you bizarre questions.

“Did Adrien kidnap you?” “Do you think you can do a cartwheel and then the splits because I can.” “How much money did he pay you to be here?”

You couldn't even answer one question before another was interjected. Even Adrien seemed annoyed by this constant noise.

“Stop bothering him,” His tone caught you off-guard; it was harsh and grounded like he truly meant it. It didn't seem like the kids understood the message until Adrien swatted at them to turn around.

He sighed, leaning back into the car seat, pulling you down with him.

“They can be a damn handful sometimes,” He exhaled, letting his forehead rest on your shoulder.

The soft gesture, the heat radiating off his face to your shoulder, and his forearms locked tightly around your waist made something in your heart ache ever so slightly. Your fingers hesitantly move to rest on Adrien's arm, patting it gently like you're consoling him.

A few more hours pass by and the kids have already fallen asleep, not a sign of liveliness from the three. Your own eyelids start to grow heavy until the van drives over a rather large speed bump. From the scratchy sound of tires crunching along gravel, you can pretty much assume that the road is going to be filled with dents and bumps.

A barely audible groan comes out from Adrien's throat and you freeze up. Did you hurt him? Your movements are cautious as you turn your torso to look back at him, trying not to move so much so you don't hurt him further.

“Shit, are you okay?” Your eyes narrow and your nose crinkles in concern, Adrien has his head lowered before he lifts it up to meet your gaze.

The hands planted firmly around your body tighten and he pulls you back up against him.

“Just— Stay still,” he grunts out, forehead returning back to your shoulder.

You shuffle just back to get comfortable just enough that you practically grind against the tent growing in Adrien's pants. It takes you a moment to realize what was happening. A small gasp escapes your lips as you grip the flesh on his arm, keeping your head dipped.

The van drives over another bump and you feel it now. Adrien's hand clasps around your shoulder blade and he muffles a strangled grunt again. Your body grows hotter by the second, heat pooling in your lower half.

Now you were both hard.

“Ah shit, prez, you're gonna kill me,” He lets out a dry chuckle, hips twitching from underneath you. You crave it just as bad as you're rocking your body against his in a steady pace. There were too many people in the van, it was way too dangerous to fix the little problem.

“Wait it out,” You whisper, patting his arm once more like trying to calm down a dog.

He doesn't respond, instead, he grumbles into your shoulder.

The van finally comes to a stop. The engine whirrs off and the kids are hustled out of the doors before you and Adrien climb out behind them. There's a satisfying crackle and pop of your joints as you stretch, letting the good ol' sunlight kiss your deprived skin.

Getting the bags out of the trunk wasn't much work since you packed only for 3 days so you rolled your suitcase into the lobby alongside Adrien's family. A small notification pops up on your screen, a check-in from your family which you happily reply to.

Since it was such a large gathering, the family had split into different rooms with you and Adrien sharing one.

The reception hands Adrien's mother the keycard to each room and she hands them out, passing one to Adrien.

You turn your attention to him to see the guy already racing his way towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you past his family. You can hear a brief exchange of words between him and his dad, picking up on the lousy excuse that you're 'tired.'

Through the lobby, past the pools, around the bar and to your shared room. Adrien smashes the key card against the reader and he slams the door open.

“Fucking finally,” he sighs, shutting the door behind himself and burying his hands into the back of your head. He's tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling it back before latching his mouth onto yours.

He's practically welding himself to you, devouring your lips in a heated kiss. He pulls back to look into your eyes before he goes in for a second serving. Adrien guides you towards the bedroom, lips never leaving yours as he gently pushes you back onto the bed.

“You know how hard it was to keep myself in line?” Adrien chuckled against your cheek, his hands beginning to descend your body, tracing all the way down to the waistband of your pants.

“That's your job baby, not mine.”

You have half the heart to complain when he's pulling off your pants, lifting your hips off the bed to help him slide your clothes off. He pulls both your legs up and over his shoulders before kneeling onto the ground beside the bed.

“Adrien,” you call out his name almost breathlessly, fingers finding purchase in his thick hair.

He responds with a small hum that causes his throat to vibrate ever so slightly. Adrien's hands are coiled around your thighs, palms laying flat on your lower stomach as he leans in to kiss your inner thigh.

His lips tickle your skin and you can't help but jerk your leg from the sensation—which you're prevented from doing so by his arms holding your legs hostage.

Warmth envelops your lower half as Adrien wraps his mouth around your cock. His breath is hot against your trembling skin and he forces the most obscene noises out his throat. Slick slurping sounds mixed with groans and sighs like he's been starved a hearty meal.

The hand on your stomach slides up, pushing your shirt further so he could feel the flat plane of your torso. Your squirms and thigh twitches are held down by his built arms—it honestly seems like he trains just for this.

“Could do this for days.” its hard to tell what he's saying since all his words and muffled and gurgled.

He pulls off for one second to fish out lubricant from the hotel drawers, applying a hefty amount to his fingers before returning back to you.

Sliding back down to his knees, he prods a finger to your winking hole, teasing and pushing past that ring of muscle and pulling it back out just to watch it shiver from the loss.

“Pervert,” You grumble under your breath.

“Who's the one who asked me out?”

You shoot Adrien an irked glare but the annoyance fades from your face the moment he wraps his mouth around your dick once more. Your eyes flutter as he finally pushes that finger in, sliding in a second to slowly scissor you loose.

He's more skilled than you with his tongue and you can't help but wonder what his past experiences were like; you dismiss that thought as quick as it came.

You look down at him from half-closed eyes, watching as he hollows his cheeks to take in more. You're practically whining and thrashing around in his grip. He's buried his face to the hilt, nose brushing against your pelvic bone. Its almost a ticklish sensation, feeling him breathe against your skin.

His fingers press and pressure your walls, pushing them apart to ready you for his cock. He's rhythmically pushing his fingers deeper, curling at the apex before pulling them back, repeating that process in a steady pace. You can feel them hit your prostate, sending jolts straight to your dick.

It's too much for you to handle; your hips are rising to meet the bob of his head, back arching off the satin white sheets.

“Wait— Adrien pull off I don't want you to—” Your words are all diced up, spoken in short gasps as you try to pry his head off from your aching cock.

You succeed—for a bit—before he's dipping all the way down again, holding your hips steady as he forces you down his throat. He's fucking loving it too, moaning with your dick in his mouth as his fingers speed up, pistioning two fingers into your hole.

Your hips raise even more and he encourages it.

His name comes spilling out of your mouth like a mantra as your muscles spasm from the intensity of your orgasm. Adrien keeps sucking like he's trying to wring every last drop from you. You feel his tongue swirl over your slit, lapping up your sweet fluids.

He slides himself off of you, letting you rest on the bed for a bit as he tilts his head back. His Adam's apple bobs while he swallows, and he lowers his head back down to smile at you.

“Don't tell me you're tired already, I haven't even taken off my pants yet,” he tsks at you, shaking his head disapprovingly while he joins you on the bed. You're still dazed from how hard you just came but a warm hand pulls you back down to earth.

Adrien's hand grazes over your cheek delicately as he hovers over you, caging you in with two arms on either side of your head.

“Just relax prez, I'll do all the work, 'kay?” He takes your little grunt as an 'okay,' rolling you onto your stomach and guiding your head to rest on the pillow. It smells so distinctly of freshly cleaned hotel sheets with a hint of citrus and bleach that you take a moment to close your eyes and enjoy the scent.

You can feel the mattress dip on either sides of your hips as he plants his knees there. He leans his head down to peek at your blissed-out face, pressing a light kiss to your cheek. You can feel his hands run down the curve of your spine, running over your lower back before he settles them on your waist.

“Are you relaxed?” He hums, leisurely rolling his hips against you. His tone is so sultry it causes your muscles to visibly relax under the siren call of his voice.

A hand moves down to where your leg meets the curve of your ass, parting the round flesh for him to comfortably slide in. He had stretched you out enough that it slipped in with ease, hugged by your warm velvet walls.

He sucks in air between his teeth while he steadily rocks his body back and forth, tuning into the wet squelching sound with each thrust.

“Feel it yet?” He chuckles, poking fun at the fact that you've been too dazed to respond to him. You nod against the pillow, your hair spilling over the silk case like spilt water. A small, shaky exhale leaves your nose as he begins to hasten his thrusts. It's almost bruising as he slams himself against your tailbone—you know you'll be whining about the soreness tomorrow morning.

Your voice gradually gets louder as he pounds you into the bed, fingers curled up in the sheets as he slams his pelvis against your ass. You can feel him throb from inside you, twitching and ready.

A particularly deep thrust has you crying out into the pillow but you can't squirm, not when Adrien is pinning you down with his body weight. He's pushing against your prostate over and over again and you can feel that familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up on you.

“Fuck, Adrien,” You hiccup, muffled by the fluff of the pillow, eyes flickering like you're struggling to keep them open.

“Yeah baby?” You can hear the smirk in his tone as he keeps at the rough pace. He's hitting all the right spots and your dick appreciates. You feel a hand dip under your neck, cupping the curve of your throat as Adrien lifts your head up to face him.

He moves in to kiss you, soft and gentle as he wraps his arms around your whole body, holding you in a tight grip while continuously slamming himself deeper into you. Your loud cries and moans are enveloped by Adrien's mouth, swallowed up.

“You gonna cum? Feels so good you just can't hold it in?” He cooes, chuckling against your swollen lips as he feels you tremble underneath him. You swear stars enter your vision and your eyes roll back, muscles jerking and tensing as you let out a string of whimpers while your orgasm comes crashing onto you.

Adrien buries himself to the hilt before emptying out all he's worth, coating your insides with his dna. He groans as he pulls out halfway just to watch his semen flood out of your hole, still tightly clenched around his cock.

He sits up, raking his fingers through his tousled hair and sighs with satisfaction like drinking an ice cold soda in a hot summer day.

“You tired prez?” He asks, smiling down at you. His eyes narrow and concern settles in when you don't move or answer him.

“Baby?” He quickly leans back down to look at your face only to see your peaceful expression, eyes closed and mouth slightly agape. He lets out a relieved chuckle before pulling out, sliding off the bed to grab a towel.

He figured he'd get you some fruit to replenish your energy, pulling on some of his clothes after cleaning you up and getting you comfortable in the bed. He makes his way to the buffet, piling all favorite fruits and sweets onto his plate before he spots his family.

“Where's your boyfriend?” Adrien's mother asks, also holding a plate of food. Seemed like the two of you missed lunch.

“He's uh—” Adrien tenses knowing that he can't just openly admit to his mother that he fucked the daylights out of you.

“Taking a nap.”

[sunnypopoki]

YANDERE X READER RECS ━━

ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ! ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀꜱ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ!

𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄 ( yandere! mafia husband x female! reader)

Y/N fell in love with him in high school, married him after graduation, and moved in with him whenever she decided to go to college. But something about him was odd. Disappearing at night, being gone for days on end, answering suspicious unknown phone calls, being overly clingy... He's not cheating, right? Or was something worse going on?

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD, TUMBLR, QUOTEV

𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 ( dark reverse harem x villainess! reader )

Y/N wanted her arranged husband dead. Who could blame her? After she was forced to marry the Grand Duke, she knew that she'd live a miserable life, especially if it meant being tethered to him til the end of her days. So she started to make a plan. A sinister plan to kill him, his close friends, and topple his empire of fame to the ground. If she wasn't allowed to have rights, why should they? But it was easier said than done... because unbeknownst to her, three men would do anything to appease her.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD

𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄 ( yandere! emperor x female! reader )

Emperor Cadmus Dimitriou. Whether people knew him by his title as emperor of Kiaba, or his cutthroat win in the war three years ago, they all knew that a man like him was destined for greatness. But Y/N? She was destined for the constant spray of blood, the roaring of the crowd, and the thud of bodies dropping. It wasn't like Gladiators had a choice. However, that all changed when she was bought for a cheap price by a cruel man who wanted to test her fame. And Emperor Cadmus wouldn't take no for an answer.

• • • NOT YET RELEASED (WILL BE SOON)

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒 ( yandere! vampire x male! reader )

The Devil stopped at the doorstep of Y/N's church with a charming smile. Business, he said, that was why he came by to visit. His touch left Y/N's skin in flames, his gaze made his stomach twist, and his voice made his head spin. This man, Linus Ambrose Wittherson, had to be Lucifer himself.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 ( assassins! reverse harem x villainess! reader )

Everyone inside Fulminare Academy had secrets; the professors, the students, the scrappy dogs outside. Y/N was no different. However, she never thought those secrets would lead to her demise. Mysterious men were out for her head, or more specifically, the knowledge inside it. May curiosity kill these wicked cats.

• • • AVAILABLE ON WATTPAD & QUOTEV

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐓 ( yandere! serial killer x male! reader )

Y/N knew there was something wrong with him but he couldn't help it. He was 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. Who wouldn't be hooked onto someone like Micah Ariti? A transfer student from Greece who was perfect in every way; his athleticism, his creativity, his 'no-bullshit' type of personality. Even if he knew then about who he really was, he was already addicted. He would never let him go.

• • • NOT YET RELEASED (WILL BE SOON)

[shun-ie]

₍⁠₍⁠ ⁠◝ just imagine shiota nagisa . . .

shun-note : a small imagine part ii of the top one. a glimpse into the future y'know?

[not proofread]

imagine nagisa riding y/n. his smaller figure mounting someone bigger than him, yet despite his stature, he's in control.

his own gasps and whimpers are drowned out by loud moans. large hands on his hips, but not putting in any work to take control. they tremble instead, nails digging in and then kneading at the flesh.

with the swirl of his hips, taking in y/n's massive cock deeper, nagisa feels the top one achiever of the university tense before he felt more warm cum filling him and gushing out his already stuffed hole.

"i-" a sharp breath stumbles out of y/n's kiss swollen lips. his hair stuck to his forehead and was sprawled against the pillow, forming a halo. his fucked out eyes gaze up at nagisa, who continues to grind. "i can't . . ." he cried out, back arching.

nagisa shushes him, leaning down and kissing the corner of his mouth. his fingers straighten the crooked glasses resting on the bridge of y/n's nose before looking into his dilated pupils. "you can take more right? you're a good boy, so you can." he coos softly, caressing the apple of his cheek.

"o-okay," y/n whimpers, eyes fluttering shut, as nagisa raises his hips, pulling the still hardened cock out before sitting up and sinking down with a whine of his own.

"fuck. you're such a good boy for me."

[pastelclovds]

cw: cuckholding, anal sex, blasphemy (?), religious guilt, implied threesome at the end, infidelity, monsterfucking, and creampie word count: 447 authors note: middle age “couple” supremacy 🛐

thinking about fallen-angel!reader catching an old, sexually repressed priest fisting his cock to a porn magazine. oh, but not just any porn magazine, a GAY porn magazine. upon being caught, reader taunts the priest by asking him why he isn’t with his darling wife to help deal with his “little problem.” to this, the priest just breaks down in tears and confesses how he’s been trying to suppress his sinful desires for decades, and he believed marrying a woman would fix him.

only for it to be for nothing. no matter how many times he makes love to her, he doesn’t actually feel loved nor satisfied. he’s hid his carnivorous needs for the sake of his reputation and the love for his god. but now he’s just too pent up, he needs relief, he needs you.

how could you reject a pathetic, pleading, middle aged man?

time skip to his wife walking into their bedroom, looking absolutely mortified to see an entity of unknown, cosmic origin pounding into her husband in a brutal pace as he lets out moans and pleas to “give him more”. their marriage bed creaks as you bend him into a mating press, and he sobs as he feels your cock reach deeper inside his tight, virgin hole. his hairy legs twitch from their place beneath your palms.

his wife’s heart thumbs in her chest as she eyes your thick member enter her husband’s hole in a wet plap. your dick was huge compared to her husband’s. whenever they had sex, his tiny cock didn’t make her see the gates of heaven like she wanted to. she was left wanting more. craving more.

she doesn’t pay attention to her husband anymore while he was begging for her to forgive him. he lets out a pathetic whine as his orgasm paints his chunky belly white. you give one final thrust to the hilt as you came inside him, he sighed softly as your warmth made his dick twitch again.

but before he could beg for more, you were pulled off of him with your wing. you let out a threatening growl until you stopped due to shock at the sight of the priest’s wife looking up at you with lustrous eyes and her slightly plump, naked body. you were tempted to grab hold of her round breasts. she shook as she grinded her wet pussy against your leg, she licked her lips with hunger as her manicured fingers slowly stroked your rock hard cock.

then without any warning, she rises up until the tip of your dick was just kissing her entrance, and pleaded with you to make her see the light.

[heartfullofleeches]

[18+, Amab Reader, Smut, Multiple Partners, Rimming, Knotting, Reader is referred to as "Bunny" <- Whether it's a nickname or they're a hybrid is up to reader's preference]

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Werewolf Frat gathering in the basement for everyone's favorite past time of seeing who can make their sweet bunny cum the fastest and hardest.

There are only three rules

No one is allowed fuck Bunny without their say so.

No knotting

And finally

3. Touching Bunny's cock is off limits to everyone. Including themselves.

In this household, Bunny's pleasure is everyone's pleasure. Members standing by for their turn are more than welcome to relieve themselves of the lust Bunny's stifled whines infect them with, but until they crack under the lack of stimulation to their weeping dick no one is allowed to split them on theirs.

The second rule is pretty self explanatory- If someone knots Bunny the gap between switching partners would be wider. The swell would take a few minutes to die down enough for them to pull out, and by then noone would want to past Bunny off to another group. Tired, teary eyes soft and vulnerable as they curl up against the beast's chest to catch their breath.

The final rule is a bigger punishment for the wolves than Bunny. The game would be over too easy if that were allowed. Participants are given use of their mouths, hands, and dicks to get Bunny off when they get really desperate. Bunny can beg and cry all they want to give them attention where they need it most as they come undone from the slow circles of a rough tongue drawn over their hole, but they knew and agreed to the rules.

The basement is the ideal location for playtime. Bunny doesn't deserve all the scrapes and filth that would come from using them in the forest behind the campus. The thick walls make sure their moans remain in the company of the only people in their college worthy of sewing them in this state. Hands bound behind their back, stomach and chest glossy with their own precum and fluids from their harem of wolves, bite marks and hickies peppered across their perfect skin.

It's a incredible bonding experience for all. Though, not without its hiccups-

"Damn it, Jason! Rule two, dude-"

"Haha- My bad!"

[whokilledsamara]

hii!! I saw you write for homicipher so i was wondering if you could write some dark/yandere sfw & nsfw headcanons for mr scarletella 🥹 thank you so much & take ur time!!

MR. SCARLETELLA HC {N/SFW}

a Mr. Scarletella {homicipher} x reader n/sfw hc list.

{thank you for your support and nice words! :3}

warnings! : stalking, non-con, dub-con, hardcore, marking, slight gore, rough sex, violence, rough fingering, biting, cunnilingus, blowjobs, smut, murder mention, somno

{an : i didnt quite get what you meant when you said "dark" so hopefully this is what you meant. this is really hardcore. to the soft hearted people and people who cant handle ACTUAL freaky stuff, i wouldnt recommend reading this. there is a small section underneath the regular nsfw hc with a cw on it, so if you cant handle certain topics, there is still an nsfw section without it. he is my favorite character from homicipher ommggg hes so hot. id give him my name HAPPILY.}

SFW HC

sfw relationship/meeting him hcs

when you first meet him alone, he is very unexpected. his presence and constant facial expression is unnerving to say the least, but as long as you can manage that you will be fine.

if you end up "accepting" him, the relationship would be very weird.

he would be a wonderful partner despite the obvious other reasons, but dont think he wont be watching you constantly.

he will bring you daily gifts, consisting of anything he can find that he thinks you will like.

as for touch, he will let you touch him. usually he wouldnt let anyone even accidentally touch him, as he would teleport away, but one you are in a relationship with him, most boundaries he had before are gone.

he is rather fond of holding you. whether that be in his coat {for some reason} or just in general.

in Japanese culture {from my research, i am NOT Japanese!!} holding an umbrella with someone is a sign of love and acceptance. therefore he always likes you to hold it with him.

he isnt one of those "down-lo" kind of people. he makes it known everywhere that you are his.

he will do whatever it takes to please you. you are literally his princess/prince. even if that includes killing someone {he does it anyways}

if he catches anyone staring at you, or even remotely close to you, he will either teleport you away {if you are friends with the person} or kill them on the spot.

no matter how much he seems to be emotionless, anything involving you in pain or discomfort, it will flip a switch in him.

he has to be near you always. whether you know it or not, he will be there.

he hasnt quite grasped the concept of kissing or "romantic" things, but whatever you do he goes along with it. he rather enjoys hand holding or pressing his face into your neck.

he is the delulu type {this whole fandom knows it} and anything you do he will take as flirting. dont deny it though, hes too obsessed to care

he has a big thing for the height difference. he is a little over 8 feet tall, and feels a need to protect you at any cost.

any cost.

NSFW HC

what its like to have sex with him.

starting off, this man is a BEAST during sex.

he is a quick learner, and whether he is using his hands, mouth, or any part of his body, he will find those spots that makes you squirm.

one of his favorite things is you riding his thigh in public. say he was talking with Mr. Silvair, and happened to be sitting down. he would want you on his thigh "discreetly" getting off. bonus points if you cum.

he wouldnt be opposed to a threesome, but he has to trust the other person. a rare occasion.

anything you want to do, he will immediately comply. need him to go down on you? hes on his knees. even in public. need his fingers inside of you? absolutely. need his dick? against the wall you go.

he has a big dick, and luckily he knows it. he wont force everything inside at first, but eventually he will. you can take it. he thinks

he loves your body, and he makes sure you know it. even in his strange language, you can understand the things he is saying because he is touching you while he is doing it.

he makes little to no noise during sex, but not because he isnt enjoying it. he LOVES sex with you, but he prefers to listen to your noises. he would have it on repeat if he could.

you could look like anything and he would still find you to be the most attractive person on earth {or his earth, whatever}

for afab, he isnt one of those guys who has a hard time finding your clit. in fact, he doesnt even have to look. immediately his fingers will be circling that little nub that he loves so much.

he is a very dominating person, but it probably wouldnt be hard for him to let you dominate him. i say let because in no situation do you actually have control.

his fingering sessions are borderline violent, the pads of his fingers hitting that perfect spot with every curl.

cw! its about to get very dark and possibly triggering! viewer discretion is advised!

if you are one of those people who get off on your man killing for you, then he is the man. he will torture people in front of you as you touch yourself.

his sex isnt even borderline violent, it IS violent. if hes angry especially, he doesnt care if he hurts you.

afab, he will bruise your cervix and make you bleed. his tip hits so hard with his brutal thrusts that you will.

on certain occasions, {tw!!!} he will force himself on you. while it is rare, r...pe can happen, so be careful and dont piss him off.

he doesnt need sleep, so if hes horny enough then he will fuck you while you're sleeping. if you explicitly ask him not to, then he will just jerk himself off over your sleeping form.

dont expect to walk away from a rough fucking WITHOUT marks all over you. he makes it a mission to bite, claw, tear, any part he can. he wants you covered in blood, it gets him off faster.

will probably brand you with something

if you have a trauma kink he WILL use it to his advantage.

thats all bye bye!!! :3

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[hhhijk]

u wanna play psycho killer?

Imagine..

Ghostface calling you on the phone, acting all high and mighty, only to be tied up with hands behind his back with only his Ghostface mask covering him as you milk his cock, riding him all night long, “You bitch.. untie me, when I get off of this I'll make you beg.” he groaned, struggling with the tight rope hugging his body, while you take your time edging him, taunting him, making him beg, whine, and whimper, you can't help it with the hitched breaths he takes every time you slam down on his dick, “please…” he whimpered, “what was that? speak louder” you teased “please… please just let me cum” he begged as you took off his mask, his eyes looking up at you pleading, with his tear-stained cheeks, red tinted nose and lips, he just looked sooo adorable, you can just eat him up. “Oh come on Mr Ghostface I thought you wanted me to be down on my knees and beg for mercy.” you scoffed bouncing up and down on him, poking fun at him not noticing the once-tight rope was now loose and slowly slipping away. Still being cocky and dominant until you get turned over and pinned with your back pressed against the bed “I told you I would” he grinned, gripping your wrist above your head, his knee between your legs “and you better beg good, to be on the sequel”

thx 2 @/plutism for the divider once again luv it

hi im not dead

[servicpop]

obsessive ( nsfw ) obsessive toji f. x oblivious bttm male reader

Toji hated how oblivious you were.

You could run your pretty little mouth to a cafe worker and overlook the yearning in their eyes, or you would turn a blind eye to when your co-worker at your part-time job asks so blatantly for your number, but you just disregard it as just so you could be called in when they call sick.

He doesn't say anything about it, not when you two are out getting drinks — since it was your payday — and he sees a girl approach you, batting her eyelashes blotted black with mascara and throwing meaningless compliments at you. He only glares, his hand slipped around your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there as if he was voicing his complaints through actions.

But of course you brush him off, saying something along the lines of 'she probably wants to be friends,' which undoubtedly ticks him off.

A smile, however, graces his scarred lips when he sees the girl's eyes flicker to the hand around your sides and backs off ever so slightly and he swears he would never but he most definitely flipped her off while your attention was on her.

When your drinks were finally done, the worker handed it to you, and god did Toji almost throw a straight punch when he saw your fingers brush together. Why was everyone gunning for you? When he first started going out with you, he simply assumed that no one would dare come close because of his looks, but now, people didn't even look in his direction, only yours.

"You're like a fucking angel," He grunted under his breath, placing the paper straw that would eventually disintegrate from him chewing on it inbetween his lips to take a sip. You turn your head to ask him what he said, not being able to hear it through the rumble of his voice, but he replies with a blunt, "nothing."

Throughout your whole 'date,' Toji was just getting increasingly pissed off about the whole ordeal. Guys and girls were approaching you, trying to start up a conversation, and as the sweet little oblivious boy you were, you'd engage, which always ended in Toji having to scare them away with a glare and a hand wrapped around you.

The ride home was fairly quiet; Toji wasn't a man of many words but he couldn't shake off the jealousy that he desperately wanted to bury. His fingers brushed against his scarred lips, a habit he's adopted over the years, and his leg bounced repetitively before the words just spilt out from his mouth like gates opening. "Does it not bother you?" he speaks in a rather hushed tone, almost like he's trying to restrain the jealousy in his voice.

"Bother me how?" You question, getting out from your seat once you've reached your home. Toji is left trailing after you like a stray dog while the key chains on your keys clink together as you unlock your front door.

"When people are always coming up to you," Toji grumbles, extending an arm above your head to hold the door open for you. "They're interested in you, can't you see that?" His hands find their way to rest on your waist and he pulls your back to his chest. "I'm right here and you still wanna shoot your shot with someone else?" Toji has forgotten all about keeping his obsession over you at bay, all he wants to do is knock some sense into you.

Before you can even refute his words, Toji already has his hands crawling underneath your shirt. His large, thick fingers finding your chest to pinch at your nipples, twisting them lightly. One hand leaves your chest while the other is splayed across it, holding you back as he pulls at your waistband, stretching the elastic out to look down at you.

"Already hard and I've barely touched you," He tsked, and contradictory to his words, his hand wanders down to touch you more. He pulls at your pants, slipping them down until they pool at your ankles before he runs a finger along the bulge at your boxers.

You instinctively whine and grasp his forearms in a futile attempt to stop his hands but you just end up twitching in his hold. "What? Don't want it? Thought you loved attention," Toji slips his hand lower, trailing down so he could press the pad of his fingers to your hole through the fabric. There's barely any friction or penetration to get you going so your hips jerk back, pushing against Toji which elicts a low groan from the man.

"Yeah, yeah you do, you fucking love it," His laugh comes out harsh and he's folding himself ontop of you, getting you to bend over more. Both his thumbs link underneath your waistband and pulls it down with a small whistle. Toji's arm then constricts around your waist where your body bent, holding you up so you didn't fall or escape. For a second he holds you still and all you can hear is the clink of his belt coming off and the small pops of his buttons.

"Stay still for me yeah?" He growls in your ear, tugging at his own clothing to get them off. He snakes his hand to your front, curving underneath to slip a finger inside. His arm is brushing so lightly against your now erect cock, but he refuses to touch it.

You could feel every knuckle pushing into you, squeezing against his fingers as you panted. His other hand finally makes it to your dick, using his fingertips to pull your cock against your stomach, tracing his nails along the underside. This ripped out a moan from your throat, your arms thrashing around from the feeling but Toji's arms are so tangle with yours its hard to move.

"Oh? So that's where you're sensitive, huh?" He's blatantly mocking you, taking his anger out on you. You whine again when Toji starts to spread the fingers nestled inside your walls, scissoring you to stretch you out. "Open up for me baby, I know you ain't shy," he keeps his fingers apart, taking his own dick and lining it up to your gaping hole.

He pushed in, and once you fit his tip through, he pulls his fingers back out, plugging you with his thick dick.

Toji hums contently, grabbing both your arms and pulling them back to his sides. You're already arching and he's got a great view of your back. "I feel like you're gonna split in half, God," its a shaky laugh because of how much you're squeezing him, wringing him out of whatever he has to offer. He pulls his hips away from you before he slams back in, the hands on your wrists pulling you against him with each thrust.

You can't do anything with your hands pulled behind your back, Toji's just using your body, handling you like you were a puppet and your arms were the strings.

You can hear Toji groan in frustration but before you could question it, Toji moves his hands, gripping your thigh and pulling it up. His other hand holds your side, as he pistons his hips into you in this new position. "That's deeper, yeah?" He groans into your ear, and you wobble from being forced to stand on one leg but Toji just tightens his grip around your waist.

Your whole body shudders when Toji finally reaches your prostate, hitting right up against it. A grin slowly emerges onto Toji's face when he sees your eyes go blank, and he knows he's found your sweet spot. "There we go, shit I was getting mad 'cause you weren't reacting that much." Toji's fingers dig deeper into the plush flesh of your thigh, and he laughs breathlessly at the obscene sound of his balls hitting against your skin.

"You take it like a champ y'know," he whispers through his teeth, "I'm so mean to you but you don't complain, huh?"

You're too far gone to even hear his words, your warm, wet walls clenching around him as you let out a small cry before coming as hard as you could, the sticky liquid falling straight onto your wooden floors. Toji's condescending laugh rings through your ears as the hand on your waist moves to your tummy, pressing down so he could feel himself rearrange your guts.

And apparently, that gets him off. Alot.

With one more thrust, Toji groans loudly, emptying for all he's worth into you. He pulls out almost immediately so he could see the white globs drip down your inner thighs. He lets go of your thigh that he was previously holding in the air and squishes them together, slotting his cock back between your sticky thighs to ride out his high.

He's peppering light kisses and small bites on your shoulder before speaking in a husky voice, "You gonna let people hit you up?" He asks, and you can barely reply from the physical exhaustion, "...No."

[caramelcoloredkiss]

hello! i saw ur post and im excited to read ur works so i decided to give u a request! hope u dont mind :3

m!reader who is really slim, not to the point he's unhealthy but just think of him having every girl's dream body, and then there's m!reader's bf who wants to see m!reader under all that baggy clothing but doesn't want to be too pushy so he waits until they finally decide to make love and the moment m!reader's bf sees such a heavenly sight, all he wants to mark him inside out!! kinks r up to u but i do would request creampie :3

First request from our lovely anon! Your wish is my command <3

"𝐻𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓉 ٭"

[OC!Malcom x Sub!Male reader]

"You were always avoiding the topic of sex when it came to your boyfriend, but being so stressed over the course of your semester. You just needed something to relieve stress. Luckily your boyfriend is just so happy to give it to you.

Contains: 18+ , sweet -> smutty, body worship, size difference, creampie, praise, insecure+anxiety filled!reader

Let me know if you have any feed back or criticism! Or just how you feel about this~

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If there were a man that knew how to make you feel loved, it was your boyfriend.

Malcom was infatuated by your very existance. The way you laughed, spoke, and moved— by God it was like you put a curse on him. The smell of your cologne and shampoo had filled his senses; he had always held you close like it was his last.

You knew his love was bigger than anything else, but it always caught you off guard whenever he said it so casually. How were you able to get your hands in a man that had the biggest heart in the world? You weren't so sure.

"It's so unfair!"

You had felt yourself flinch from the sudden declaration; it was your friend, who had been laying on the carpeted ground of the living room in your apartment. She had began to talk about her exe's while you both worked on a document for your college assignment, honestly if you didn't know any better— she probably only came here to vent about more of her failed relationships.

"You seriously wouldn't believe it! The fucking asshole had the audacity to comment about my sex life! Like— if you want pussy that badly go to a prostitute! Or all the other fucking girls who you keep switching between every week!"

She huffed, pressing her face on the pillow she had taken from the sofa to muffle her uncontrollable yelling. Sofie had always been a bit easily agitated, but today was her last straw apparently.

"Why'd you even date him?"

You asked, pausing your typing on your laptop to lean back on the sofa while she rolled around on the floor, kicking her legs in the air. Your friend let out a sigh and took the pillow off her face, she looked extremely tired, did the situation really bother her that much?

"Look man.. He had good dick! But the asshole had something worth bragging and decided it was his whole personality! He was pretty big too so—"

Too much details!

"Okay stop! I don't wanna hear the details of you sex with him."

You shudder at the very thought of it, this girl was shameless, but she was your bestfriend so you couldn't complain about your choices.

"Whateverrr—"

Sofie sat up from the floor and stood up, heading towards your kitchen— your semi-kitchen anyways. She grabbed the caramel pudding that was stashed underneath, it was still so weird how she could just find the snacks Malcom buys you.

" anyways I probably shouldn't complain to you, not when your boyfriend was sent by God apparently. Seriously! He keeps buying you shit, my boyfriends couldn't even buy me flowers!"

"It's because he's nice to me, besides I buy him just as much the amount as he does for me."

Sofie teasingly rolled her eyes and peeled the packaging seal of the pudding, grabbing a spoon to eat.

"Mhm sure. Oh yeah— he dicked you down yet?"

You coughed out loud, choking in your own saliva; caught off guard by her words. Did this girl just wear no filter whenever you were around? Usually she was more shy with people.

"𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘪𝘦! Why are you so sex craved!?—"

"I am not! I just haven't heard much from you about yours, is he that bad?—"

"—well I wouldn't know! "

You both paused, sitting in silence. You didn't mean to say that—it was true but it didn't have to be said!

Closing your laptop, you put it besides you, theirs no way you could work under these way too personal questions.

"Oh, really? I heard Malcolm was pretty good. Did he not want to? Kinda fucked up if so." Sofie said, scooping a spoonful of pudding in the cup to shove in her mouth. Walking back to you to sit on the couch.

You shook your head, it wasn't like he didn't want to have sex with you. It was the fact that you were too scared to even show your body to him, you were slim, yeah it was almost every girls ideal body type— but you didn't even know if it was 𝘩𝘪𝘴. You were already in disbelief by the fact that he even reciprocated feelings for you, sex was the last thing that came into your mind.

But it didn't mean you could avoid the image of his muscular arms caging you while you layed helpless at his mercy, not mentioning the fact that he constantly walked around shirtless in your apartment— You fought your urges every day at that point.

"Well if not, I say you should, we already finished our exams you might as well get some relaxation in your life before our semester is over— we only have to submit a few of our projects left anyways."

You felt your cheeks burn, it was ridiculous. The thought of finally making love to him made you feel completely weak, you weren't even sure if he wanted to have sex with you.

"—He's probably been waiting for you to give permission or something."

You could only hope she was right.

This is embarrassing.

You layed on your bed for what felt like hours, waiting for him.

"Why is he taking so long? Ugh, I might throw up."

Sitting up, you moved from your bed to open your bed side cabinet— you had bought some lube and condoms from the store just a bit earlier, having to go to the counter to purchase the said items made you want to curl up into a ball, for fucks sakes—

Of course the cashier wasn't the only one to witness you buy them!

You were an adult.

You weren't supposed to be ashamed for buying them, or even about sex in general! But you were a virgin, someone who had stayed far away from any form of sexual intimacy for the sake of your own dignity— and now you were offering it to 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"Calm down, [Name]. If he doesn't want to that's fine, you can just cope with it and move on!"

You felt yourself shaking, dammit you felt pathetic. It wasn't your fault your mom wanted to keep you safe! Maybe this was a bad idea, if he didn't say anything then that probably meant he—

You felt a sudden pressure wrap around your waist, the figure burying it's nose at the crook of you neck.

"Hi baby.. I missed you.."

You made a quick reaction and closed your cabinet, praying he hadn't just seen what you prepared.

"M-Malcom! Hi— did your practice go well?"

Turning your body around to look at him, lifting his face off your neck—you gently caressed his face with incredible amounts of affection. While he had determinely locked his arms around your waist, seemingly needy for your touch.

"It was fine.. Took too long, it was a pain in the ass.. "

You nodded, as he leaned his face against your hand. Malcom had always been a bit clingy when he was exhausted— desperate to touch you and to feel his cold hands on your warm skin.

Malcom was beautiful, he had bronze skin that developed from all the times he bathed underneath the sun, and green eyes that just lit up every time he had something say. His hair was flawless, his sister had always taken care of it; dark brown and with a few strands of his hair framing his face— not to mention the mole underneath his lips. [Name] was desperate to see what else is underneath just his beauty, what would he look like when they were indulging in sinful acts, what would he whisper, what would he do.

—You wanted to know...

But, he looked so tired. Probably desperate to just lay in bed and cuddle, we're you really gonna be selfish enough to take that away from him? You didn't want that, so maybe it was alright to wait a bit longer.

"[Name], I heard from Sofie you wanted to talk to me about something.. "

Malcom whispered, pressing his lips against the palm of your hand while he looked down at you with half lidded eyes, not bothering to break eye contact.

Ah, so Sofie had been out to get you.

"Its— not important, you're probably exhausted right? Let's just go to bed—"

As you were about to pull away from his hold, he tightens his arms. Damn his muscular body!

Malcom was determined to get your words out of you, a tired Malcom wasn't easy to deal with.

"You know I don't like you lying to me, spit it out, hm?"

He kept his body firm and pressed you against his chest, he smelt good, he probably showered before coming here.

"I just— it's nothing."

Malcom sighed, giving you one last look of dissatisfaction. He let's go of your hug, which made you whine a bit, his body was warm! Before sitting down at the edge of your bed, pulling you by your arm to fall on his lap. Fuck, this wasn't the best position for someone who had just been craving to get fucked by the man in front of him. Your face was getting warmer and warmer each time he looked at you, this was gonna be hard.

"Please baby? I just wanna know what's botherin' you.. That's all."

He looked a bit sad, wrapping his arms around you waist once more to pull you closer to him, with your legs in between his hips. This man was seriously not helping you.

You let out a sigh, finally giving up on holding your ground. It wasn't like it was that strong anyways.

"I-Its just that, I noticed how we were both a bit stressed out during the semester.. And it made me think, we hadn't really done much to relieve ourselves... So I thought.. Maybe you wanted to.. "

"Make love?"

You blinked, his eyes were soft, but they looked crazed— like he had been waiting so long for this very moment. It honestly made you feel a bit nervous, you weren't prepared for the reaction he would give.

"Ah— yeah, I wanna make love to you, please.. I wanna feel you." You could die from over heating.

But that seemed to be the words he needed to hear, his lips pulling up to a soft smile.

"You could've just said so, I've been wanting for you.."

Before you could respond, he took your lips.

You held onto his bicep to avoid collapsing into his arms, reciprocating the heated kiss. Your abdomen felt like it was burning, just as you were desperately trying to taste every inch of his mouth. His tongue was dominating, sucking onto yours as your salivas was mixed with the messy kiss, occasional gasps and moans leaving your lips.

"Been waiting..so long— fuck."

"ah.. haa..Malcom—"

He pulled away, before returning for another serving, you could feel your head spin a bit. This much more intense your previous make out sessions.

You pull away this time, the string of saliva showing the previous connection of your lips. The illuminating lamp at the top of your cabinet was the only thing that lit up your otherwise pitch dark room. It has how you could see the look of hunger Malcom gave you, he didn't move his face any farther from just an inch, you could feel his hot breath hit your face. He pressed his lips on your right cheek, giving it a wet kiss before lowering his attention to you other half.

"You're so responsive.. [Name], strip for me, yeah? ."

"I-"

You couldn't believe this, when did Malcom become so blunt.

Despite your thoughts, you grabbed the hem of your sweatshirt, it was pretty big compared to you. If anything all of your clothes were to big for you, hiding your body unintentionally. So when you had pulled it off, Malcom stared. He looked so deeply enamored by how your body was made— how well it was made for him.

"You look so beautiful.. Such a pretty body, been hiding their away from for too long haven't you? [Name]."

He connected his lips to your neck, suckling at your skin as he licked and nipped the same spot, stopping and moving to the next. You let out small moans, which made you bite your lip to silence it, but Malcom didn't seem to appreciate it— pulling his lips away from your awfully sensitive skin.

"Don't do that, I wanna hear all you pretty sounds, I want everyone to know how good you feel.. "

You could only reluctantly nod, and let your whined moans strain— your throat from how intensely Malcom was sucking at your skin.

He lowered his attention each time he successful left a mark, using his calloused hands to rub the side of you waist, lowering his hand to squeeze your ass, which made you bite back a squeal.

"You're so cute [Name], wanna see all of you okay?"

You could only nod again, as he gently pulled you shorts down along with you briefs. Showing the obvious erection that had built up throughout the whole thing.

"Such a cute cock.. "

"H-Hey, stop saying embarrassing things.. "

Malcom let out a chuckle, as he kissed your jaw, letting your clothes fall on the floor. He lifts you up and lays your back on the bed as gently as he could, he supports himself on his knees while pulling his shirt off, throwing it carelessly on the floor along with the others.

"You are so fucking beautiful— [Name]"

He leans down to kiss your stomach, going back up to kiss you cheek. Why was he just so loving?

𝘖𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

"I-I bought lube, it's in the cabinet, s-so it'll be easier to..you know."

Malcom sat back up and reached his hand to slide open the cabinet.

"Came prepared huh, baby. Want we to stretch you out?"

"Y-Yeah.."

Malcom smiles, grabbing the tube of lube and squeezing a generous amount on his hand, spreading it throughout his fingers.

"Gonna slide it in okay?"

"O-okay"

He leans back down to hold you and just as he promised, he slid one of his finger in—fuck his finger was bigger than you thought.

"Hm.. You tried stretch yourself out.."

You nodded, burrying your face in his shoulder while he pumped his finger in and out of your hole.

"M' fingers weren't—ah!— e-enough.."

"You did good, I'll do the rest.."

You gasped and wrapped you hands around his torso, your nails piercing at his back, but he didn't seem to mind, only inserting a second finger in to thrust in your hole. The cold lube and his thick fingers were going to kill you, this was too much of a combination.

Malcom was a lot bigger than you thought, he was practically hiding your body from just how broad his shoulders were, not to mention the tent in his sweatpants weren't going unnoticed by just how— big it was..

"Aah—! f-fuck Mal— why are your fingers so big!?"

You screamed, feeling practically all three of his finger simultaneously out thrusting in and out of your hole. This was unfair, you were going to cum untouched at this point!

"You're just small, baby. S'not my fault you're so reactive.." He grinned, his canines displaying. This bastard!

"You—ahh!— wha—"

He hit your spot, and he didn't stop—curling his fingers to press your prostate, which just made you cry out a moan, your toes curling from the unexpected pleasure. This was too much.

He kept going, pumping his fingers and putting pressure on your prostate.

"M-Mal I'm gonna!—"

You came, squirts of white sticky cum came out the tip of your cock, you were holding on for so long. But Malcom looked satisfied, his smile never faltering as he kissed your tear filled eyes, licking away the salty water.

"You did so well baby, m' gonna fill you up now alright?—you look so pretty while cumming."

He pulled his fingers out of your hole, much to your disappointment. Malcom slid his sweatpants off along with his boxers, pumping his cock a few times before grabbing a pack of condom in your cabinet.

He was big, it was obvious, you knew it was going to be possible— but seeing it is leaving you speeches.

"Like what you see? It's all yours honey."

Malcom tears the condom with his teeth, it was hot. You weren't even going to lie about that, but seeing how he was rolling the condom on his cock made you feel dissapointed— you wanted to feel everything, his cock and his cum. You wanted to know how much he could shove inside you before it was too much.

"Ah... C-Can you not wear the condom?"

He looked back with a bit of confusion.

"Hm? Didn't you but this..?"

"Y-Yeah but, i— I want you to fill me."

Something seemed to have snapped inside of Malcom, he let out a small chuckle and dove back to your lips, giving it a rushed kiss.

"I'll fill you to the brim, don't worry baby.. "

He pulls the condom out his cock, throwing it the the side in favor of lining his leaking tip at your gaping hole. Malcom grabbed your thighs and pushed your knees to your chest, letting your cock lay pathetically on your stomach. You sucked in a deep breath as he slowly pushed his cock in.

You let out a shrilled moan, throwing your head back against the sheets of the bed while Malcom had leaned to connect your lips to his, trying to distract you from the hissing pain that was your asshole.

"Relax baby, it'll be in soon.. "

He kept kissing your lips, as you had wrapped your arms round his shoulders, clawing at his back. You would feel bad if it weren't for the incredible feeling of his cock filling your body, it was big—so big.

After a few minutes, you could Malcom's movements stop.

"It's in— m'gonna move now, alright baby?"

"haa—o-okay.."

Malcom's thrust were slow at first, which made you gasp and moan whenever he penetrated in. After a while his pace began quicker, making his cock go deeper and deeper in you.

"S-Shit, you're tight— fuck, you feel heavenly."

You could only cry out, as his cock moved deeper in, feeling every push that rush all the way to your throat. Both of you sweating, panting, and moaning about how good it felt.

His eyes glued onto yours, never breaking eye contact, his hair sticking slightly to his face as he caged you beneath his arms, this was like a fantasy. His cock was moving in and out as he whispered praises to you.

"You're so beautiful, fuck."

And—

"C-can't believe—shit— you were hiding such a sexy body away from me, hun. Not gonna stop until your filled and full, alright?—"

This bastard, acting like he could just say shit like that without making your heart drum. Malcom had kept thrusting his hips, chasing his climax just as much you craved to be stuffed full of his cum.

After a few more thrusting he came, strings of his thick warm cum filling you— to the point where it leaked out of you. But Malcom kept this thrusting, shoving his cum inside whilst latching his lips into yours.

Along with his cum, you came with him, your cum spraying pathetically on your stomach as it went limp.

And finally— he stops, using his cock to plug his cum inside, preventing it to spill out of you. You were full, the feeling of the warm liquid sitting inside your hole as his cock remained inside, you would die from this if you could.

You were both left panting, trying to catch your breath before he grins back down at you.

"How about another round, baby?"

You sipped the mug of coffee that your boyfriend had left you, even leaving a note as a good morning. He had only left a bit ago but he was planning to stay inside the dorm with you to have a date night. You couldn't wait.

A sudden ringing interrupted your thoughts, you checked to see your phone— it was Sofie.

"I should probably thank her.. "

You answered the call and pressed your phone to your ear.

"Yo, [Name]! Hopefully your fuck session went well, I heard it all the way next door! "

"Sofie I'm going to fucking kill you."

✩꙳I hope you enjoyed that! I had never wrote sex scenes before so I hope I did well~

-> Feel free to request more! Be as detailed as you'd like.

[sleep-0-deprived]

So I'm not sure if your still taking request now, if your not then sorry for sending you this.

But if you are then imagine Sanemi with a reader who got sent the wrong uniform that happens to be girls and designed by the same perverted glasses wearing Kakushi who made Mitsuri uniform.

Reader decideds to wear it just to see what they look like in it before sending it back but Sanemi comes in, sees them wearing it, and proceeds to rearrange their guts for the rest of the day.

DomTop Sanemi x male slayer reader thoughts~! ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა

WC:. 818

Tags: wall sex, mirror sex, amab anatomy, reader in female clothes, cross dressing, p N’ A sex, rough sex, neck biting, degrading, hair pullin, bottom male reader ໒꒰ྀི´⸝⸝> ˕ <⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

A/N: I jus haven’t been feelin like writing a fic recently so I jus did some thoughts

Taglist: @yyuinaa @asher-is-hotxp @unstab1eperson2 @silvern1006 @kimisbunny

Just thinking bout sanemi coming over to your estate finding you all dolled up in a skimpy uniform that looks like borderline lingerie on your body, walking up behind you and gripping hold of your pecs, massaging them through the fabric of your uniform while whispering irritated remarks like “who knew one of the slayers best men liked to dress like a woman?” He’d shove you agaisnt the mirror you were standing in front of and just make you look at yourself and watch as he roughly grabs and grips at all your plush spots. Sanemi would reach his hand down under the short skirt part and make you lift your leg up just enough the skirt rides up and exposes your ass for him.

Just thinking bout sanemi who just goes silent seeing your stuff cock standing up under the skirt, he’d retract his hands from your body completely making you let out a disappointed whine while he reaches back and grabs hold of a handful of your hair, jerking it making your eyes meet his in the mirror while he mumbles lewd things in your ears about “what a fucking whore you are, I bet you dressed like this on purpose just wantin to get fucked huh?” You can’t even respond to that because he reaches his free scarred hand down and starts stroking you under the uniform since the uniform didn’t come with any boxers you were already nude underneath.

Just thinking bout sanemi talking you through it, his hand stroking your cock flicking his wrist having your ass pressed to his bulge making you feel what you were gonna take while he has you all hot and bothered dropping your hair letting your head fall and giving the globes of your ass a hard pinch leaving them all tender “you’re leakin a mess pretty boy” sanemi was cocky and he had the strength to back that up so of course he was gonna make it known when he belittled you with pet names, how could he not when he had your cock leaking like a faucet in his hand- god you were so fuckin perfect, if only he wasn’t to prideful to tell you, he’d have to just show you then.

Just thinking bout Sanemi who finally fucks you, he has you mounted from behind huffing in your ears like a wild animal with his hands tight on your hips bitting at your neck while his cock violated your insides leaving them squished and clenching around his cock, if he pulled out he’d bet his cock would glisten from how slick your cavity felt around his dick. “Feels so fucking good around me— you got the pretties cunt I’ve ever felt baby” those words just make you twitch and clench up around him, you were so humiliated seeing yourself getting ruined by the pillar and the worst (best) part was you were wearing a perverse uniform, your legs felt numb but Sanemi reached his hand down and lifted your thigh up again making you squeal when his cock head reaches that tender spot inside you making it feel like a warm sensation trickled down your thighs.

Just thinking bout Sanemi who only comes inside you, he doesn’t wanna waste his seed anywhere unless he knows it’s planted nice and deep inside you, load after load getting pumped into you and you could barely let out a coherent moan when he’d just re positing you and fuck you in a new angle, if there was one thing hashira’s didn’t lack it was stamina because the wind pillar held lots of it. By the end of the day you were all bloated laying on your back with your legs spread wide up in the air getting fucked in a mating press in your bedroom in your estate, you had practically lost most feeling in your legs and all Sanemi could say “c’mon baby I know you can give me one more can’t you? Just one more f’me”

Just thinking bout Sanemi who’s terrible with aftercare, he’d go to Shinobu to get creams for your bite mark covered flesh and for all the places he had fucked raw, come oozing past your weakened ring of muscle, he almost feels pride seeing you laying face down whimpering all sleepy and sore with your ass raised up showing off the handy work he did you you. The uniform still on with the skirt half ridden up to your waist and your pecs practically spilled out of the heart shaped window like a pair of plump tits making him wanna start all over again with you— the hashira meeting wasn’t for another couple of hours so he maybe will…”do you think you can handle a few more rounds for me [name]?” You’d just let out a loud whine at his words not even fitting when he crawled back on top of you.

[l1tw1ck]

stepdad who gets off on being recorded

bottom ftm stepdad x top amab reader

think: gallagher hsr, joel miller, miguel o'hara, enji todoroki, etc

cw: afab language, voyeurism, creampie

When you got home early the last thing you were expecting was to hear the moans of your stepdad, let alone seeing him record himself. You couldn't ignore this, it's impossible to pry your eyes away from him through the crack of the door.

He stares at the tripod in front of him, slowly fucking himself with a thick and clear dildo. He's only wearing a button up, the buttons undone in a way to show off his big and hairy chest. You palm your boner and watch as his plump pussy sucks in the fake dick, covering it with his juicy slick. He picks up the pace and throws his head back, filling the room with even dirtier sounds. He moans your name, causing you to pause. "Gon- gonna squirt f'you~" He bites his lip. You remain still and stare at him, completely mesmerized. He squirts, just as he promised. He takes out the dildo and places it next to him. You feel your cock begging to be freed and take the dildo's place. You open up the door and he jumps in shock. "You- you're home early.." He says sheepishly.

"I had no idea that you were such a slut." You smirk, walking towards him. "You like recording yourself? Imagining your stepson fucking your slutty pussy while you whore yourself out in front of a camera?"

He nods, trembling.

"You want the real thing though, don't you?" You unbuckle your belt. He lets out a desperate whimper, cunt throbbing as he sees your hard cock in all its glory. You take his phone and position it so that it records his entire body and slap his pussy with your cock, making him twitch. You steadily inch your cock inside his warmth. "You're tight." You groan, watching his pussy swallow you with a hot and wet hug.

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Your stepdad cries out in pleasure, his head pressed against the pillow as you plow into him. The gaze of both you and his camera making it all the more pleasurable. He moans your name. "Clo- close~!"

"Gonna squirt for me again, baby?" You grin, stroking his t-dick.

"Ye- yes!" He tries to say something else but gets interrupted by his orgasm, clear liquid soaking your cock.

Your thrusts become uneven, his tight walls squeezing you encourages your cock to release everything it has inside him. Your cum floods his insides, causing your stepdad to have a small orgasm. You point the camera at his pussy and slowly pull out. You feel yourself getting hard again as you watch your cum flow out of his hole. He's so sexy.

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thinking about short top x tall bottom relationships

your partner’s friends believe that just because you were two feet shorter than him: that it would obviously mean that you would be the one taking it in the relationship. how could you blame those meatheads when your boyfriend was everything a stereotypical dominant man was “supposed” to be. muscles that could be compared to Greek gods, good looks, possessing a constant stern and confident attitude, and he had a successful career that made him good money.

your lover didn’t try to deny the accusations. probably too embarrassed to admit the truth. you had to hide your smirk when you saw your bf trying desperately to change the subject. looking tense and flustered as his gaze shifted from his hands to you to his friends. it wasn’t until you dropped his friends off and were now alone with him in your car that his mask finally cracked. before he could say a word, you place the palm of your hand on top of his shaking leg. dangerously close to his clothed pelvis. his breathe hitched when he meet your eyes. they were smug and hungry.

at that moment he knew it didn’t matter what excuses he spewed out. you were going to show him who was really in charge. he couldn’t help blood rushing south as his mind started fantasizing about what you were planning for him.

you grin devilishly when you catch sight of his cock straining against his dress pants. oh you were going to have so much fun breaking him.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

“oh! oh yeah— fuck! faster please please!”

you’ve seen many beautiful things in your life. but the sight of your lover presenting his bare ass for you to rail as he sobbed out your name like a prayer definitely topped them all. he let out choked moans when your cock continuously hits his prostate. his grip on the pillows rival that of a vice as his tears wet the covers. he thrusts back against your cock to the best of his ability as the bruising grip you had on his waist prevented him from moving the lower half of his body. forcing him to stay still and take it.

you let out a shaky breath as you gazed down at the so called ‘master in the sheets’. now a pathetic, beautiful mess as his tight hole took you in. just the sight of his tear stained face and velvety ass was enough to almost make you spill inside him. you increase the pace of your hips. your sweat slicked balls slapping against your lover’s ass as the volume of his moans and cries increased. the clap of your bf’s ass meeting your pelvis filled you with pride as you couldn’t resist the temptation of slapping his cheek. his hole tightened significantly around you.

“haha. guess your friends were wrong about you, lovely. was this what you wanted? embarres me so i can show you who you really belonged to? hmm?” you lower your torso as you teased him by slowly grinding against his sweet spot. he raised his head to look up at you.

“i’m yours. always make me feel good. go faster again please. i’m close, ‘m sorry— ah!”

your pace returns to rough and quick as soon as the words left his pretty mouth. “good boy- hah- cum for me,” you breathlessly command him. he followed your orders instantly, biting his pillow cover to muffle his pathetic sob as his cock spilled white on the sheets.

his climax triggered yours, you sigh as you fill him with warmth. you knew that this wasn’t going to be the last round, so you rest on top of your lover’s back until he gave you the ‘okay’ to continue. you could feel his chest rise and fall as he tries to catch his breath. if you weren’t paying attention intensely, you would’ve missed the breathless “i love you” he told you.

you cover his sweat coated back in soft kisses, you couldn’t even reach his neck, “i love you too, gorgeous,” you whisper back. you bite back a groan when he started grinding against your cock, signaling that he was ready for round two.

you loved destroying stereotypes.

ur fav tall af characters <3