#and the specifics of boxer and shorts and pants

[i-wear-the-cheese]

this is a hilarious range of specificity to have missed nighties out entirely

im usually #4 

[lashling]

“I like noses, I like big noses—because you can um… yknow, sit on them…….”

content: mdni, smut (18+) hiromi higuruma x fem!reader, eating u out, a fantasy from my freaky ass mind

A/N: the famous Doja Cat said this in an interview and I AGREEEEEE 🤓 gimme ur nose HIROMI

Hiromi Higuruma doesn’t understand why you stare at his face so much. Or more specifically, why you stare at his nose so much.

It’s a large, sharp nose, and one of his most prominent features, he gets it. But still, he can’t help but feel a little self conscious at how you, his cute new girlfriend, likes to poke and glance at it every so often as you both cuddle during movie nights.

The moment it finally clicked for him, though, was the first time your pussy was on his face.

Grinding and grinding— so much grinding—of your hips. That’s when it clicks. Your hands in his short dark locks, pulling him even closer to your pussy. And him? Goddamn, he’s a man starved.

He licks, flicks, and thrusts his tongue in your slick cunt, all while holding your trembling soft thighs still as you sit on his face. He’s devouring you, and the added sensation of his big nose pressing into your clit—oh my—makes you feel like you’re in heaven.

He shifts his face, pressing his nose as close as he can into your pretty, slick, wet hole, wanting nothing more than for you to fucking cum on his face. Nothing would make him happier than to taste more of you.

He groans into your pussy, the added vibration making your walls clench in need. Hiromi’s a messy eater, and tasting your juices is making his thighs clench and his cock harden, forming a tent in his boxers.

It doesn’t take long when you finally do cum. He makes sure his eyes are trained on you from below, wanting to see the fucked out, blissful expression on your face.

He can’t help but grin widely as you move away from his face and slump into the pillows, panting.

“If you wanted to feel my nose on your pussy, you could’ve just asked, love.”

[salvagemarch]

Lay It on Me

joel miller x reader

3,114 words

summary: you are absolutely smitten with joel and everything about him, specifically everything he has going on in his pants. you know it’s unrealistic to have access to him at all times, so you come up with a solution.

continuation of this blurb but can be read as a stand alone

warnings: reader literally makes a dildo in the shape of joel’s dick, female and male masturbation, unprotected piv, cowgirl, creampie, reader is unhinged, insatiable, and sex crazy but joel likes it, sort of jealous joel, my attraction to blue collar workers is kind of shining through in this…

a/n: i wrote this solely because my first ever anon requested it…this is all for you babe

To say you were pissed would be an understatement

You knew it was unfair, Joel was a busy man with a busy job and a lot of clients to make happy. But he was your man, and you deserved to be happy too.

Here you were, feeling bad for yourself after he cut your usual morning sex short because his brother needed him at work earlier than usual. You were still laying in the same spot in your shared bed, naked, sweaty, and wet, with no Joel there to help you.

Sighing, you knew you could finger yourself, use a vibrator, take a cold shower, do whatever the hell you needed to do to rid yourself of your unbearable horniness, but you didn’t want to anything but fuck Joel.

As you sulk in your bubble of sexual frustration, your mind begins to wander and you remember a friend of yours telling you about a “stupid gag gift” her boyfriend bought her for Christmas. It was some sort of diy clay kit to make a mold of his penis, and in the moment you laughed at the idea. But now, with your spread legs and your poor, unsatisfied groin, it seemed brilliant.

You grab your phone to text your friend.

“Hey, how much did that dick mold kit cost?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Joel, it’s an amazing idea! Just do it, it’ll be worth it!”

You told Joel about your genius plan as soon as he sat down to take off his work boots, which you began to regret as he looked up at you with tired eyes and a sweaty face. The regret quickly dissipated when you noticed his damp biceps and your arousal for him took over everything else.

“Don’t you want us to be closer? This is a great way for us to bond,” you sit down beside him, getting in his personal space to try and convince him to do what you wanted. It always worked.

He continued untying his boots and wiped his hands on his pants. “I already fuck you every damn day and night, how much more close can we get?” you ignore his remark to gawk at his big hands, imagining them on your body.

He sighed as he sat up to stretch his back, glancing over at you with irritated eyes. “You ain’t gonna let this go, are you?” you shake your head with a big smile.

“Jesus christ. Go get in bed, girl. I’m gonna show you I’m better than any dumb toy.”

You cum 6 times that night. It doesn’t deter you from your plan.

Two weeks pass when you get a knock on your front door, and when you open it you find what you’ve been waiting for. The kit. You yell for Joel to come down into the kitchen and when he walks in, hands dirty from wood working, you hold the box up in all its taboo glory.

“It’s beautiful,” you smile.

“It’s stupid. I can’t believe you’re makin’ me do this,” he crosses his arms and leans against the counter, watching as you open the box and glares at the big Clone-A-Willy name on the package.

“I’m not making you do anything, you’re choosing to do it because you love me.”

Joel finds himself lying on the bed with an annoyed expression and spread legs, his jeans thrown somewhere on the floor and his boxers pulled down to his ankles. You take a second to admire his pretty cock before wrapping both of your hands around it and stroking up and down to get him hard.

It really was beautiful. Almost eight inches, wide, had veins and ridges in all the right spots. It’s like his body was made just for you. You swallow down your saliva as your mouth watered.

“Okay, step one: Coat the penis in clay mixture,” you read from the instruction paper in front of you and begin spreading the mix you made earlier around Joel’s dick. His breath hitches as it hits his sensitive skin.

“Shit, you didn’t tell me it was gonna be cold! And it’s slimy, too,” he grimaced at the feel of the clay, and you had to hold back a moan as his appearance grew more disheveled. His thighs tensed and his neck strained at the discomfort, but holy hell did he look hot when he was irritated.

“Sorry, hon. I’m just following instructions,” you explain as you continue working the mixture onto his length.

He frowns at you, clearly unimpressed with your excuse. His cock twitches slightly as you continue smearing the cool, thick clay mixture along him. Despite his obvious discomfort, his cock grows harder and harder under the clay coating.

"Following instructions, huh? Those instructions are shit," he grumbles, shifting his hips restlessly on the bed. "My balls are starting to get numb here."

You bite your lip, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than how hot he looks sprawled out like this, all rugged and masculine despite the weird clay situation. His stomach rises and falls with each breath, drawing your eye to his sturdy chest.

"Almost done, baby. Just need to make sure it's fully coated," you say.

“Okay, all done. Step two: Wait for clay to dry on penis. Shouldn’t be hard at all, right? Hard? See what I did there?”

He frowns at you. The clay continues to set around his dick, creating an oddly textured surface. “You ain’t funny, smartass. No shit it shouldn't be hard. Though I guess you're doing a good job of changing that," he says wryly, nodding towards his straining erection barely contained by the stiffening clay mold.

After a few more minutes of awkwardly waiting, he sits up slowly, the clay slightly cracking and flaking off in places. “Alright, I think it's dry enough. Can I please take this thing off now? My dick feels like it's trapped in concrete."

“Be careful!” you reprimand him. “I don’t want to break. I need it all in one piece to be able to use it,” you place a hand on his stomach and push him back down, opting to take the cast off yourself. His dick grows harder.

He sighs heavily, looking exasperated by your enthusiasm. With great care, he helps you peel away the clay mold, moving slowly to avoid breaking it. As more of his dick is revealed, you can't help but lick your lips in anticipation.

"There, I got it off in one piece. Happy now?" he asks once the mold is complete, holding it up for your inspection. It's creepily similar to Joel’s length, replicating every ridge and vein in detail. He sets it aside on the nightstand before turning back to you with a raised eyebrow.

"So, uh...why exactly are you makin’ that thing anyway? Because I gotta say, this whole ordeal is pretty weird. Even for you,” he takes a tissue from the nightstand and wipes his clay covered hands, making an effort to avoid touching the clone of his penis.

“I already told you, I’m gonna use it when you’re away and I’m horny. And you know I’m always horny.”

Joel shook his head, a mix of frustration and fondness in his expression. "Yeah, I know you're horny all the time, but that doesn't mean this is the only solution. What if my brother goes snoopin’ around and sees that you have that? You know he likes the run his mouth," Joel starts overthinking. "You're gonna be the talk of the town, aint't ya? 'Did you hear Joel’s girl has a plaster replica of his cock?' Christ, the rumors will be flying," he mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.

You bite back as he spirals. “Yeah? Maybe I can use it right now if you’re so ashamed of me, let it take your spot completely.”

His smile faltered at your words. "Whoa, hold on a minute. I'm not ashamed of you, crazy girl. I just...I don't know, it's weird, okay? Seeing my own dick in a fucking mold, knowing you're gonna use it on yourself..." He trailed off.

Joel exhales shakily and runs a hand through his hair, struggling to articulate his feelings. “God knows how horny you are, and there ain’t nothin’ that makes me happier than gettin’ to take care of that whenever you need. But this...this is different. It's like you're replacing me."

Despite his hesitation, you can sense an undertone of desire in his voice. He's torn between his possessive nature, and the thrill of watching you pleasure yourself with his likeness.

You sit on your knees and scoot closer to him. “Aw, is baby jealous? You really think I’m trying to replace you?”

Joel scoffs, but there is a hint of vulnerability in his tone. “Me, jealous? Of a goddamn sex toy? Please. I'm just sayin’, this is crazy." He crosses his arms while he wallows, his cock still hard and on full display.

He pauses, seeming to take a moment and think over his next words. “I guess I have to be honest. Seein’ you touch yourself with my dick, even if it's just a copy...it is kind of hot. Knowin’ that I can make you feel good like that, even when I'm not around..."

He trails off, a flush creeping up his neck as he meets your gaze. There's an intense look in his eyes. "Just don't start expecting this to become a regular thing, okay? I'm still the one who gets to be inside you.”

You bite back a smile as Joel reassures himself, reminding you of your need for him more for his peace of mind than yours. “Of course. It’s just for when you’re unavailable, I promise.”

He nods, accepting your terms and letting his jealousy subside. A small smile plays on his lips as he takes in the sight of you eagerly eyeing the toy. “If that's what you want, go on and use it.”

He gestures towards the nightstand where the replica sits, awaiting its inaugural use. “Just don't forget whose it really is when you're done playing with it,” he says, eyeing your covered cunt.

“You wanna watch or something, perv?” you tease.

“Me? A perv? I’m just curious to how you’re gonna use the thing. ‘Sides, it’s only fair considering the fact I had to deal with having my dick covered in clay.” He leans against the headboard, crossing his arms behind his neck. “Put on a show for me. I deserve it.”

You lean forward to grab the toy off the nightstand, sitting back to look at Joel. You’ll give him a show.

As you position the clay piece between your legs, Joel’s eyes don’t leave your body once. His gaze is trained to the space hovering over the cockhead of the toy, and you can sense his arousal growing at the promise of watching you get off. “Don’t forget to stroke the real thing later,” he says, reaching down to palm himself.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth as you begin to rub your panty covered center on the molded cock, watching Joel rub his dick. “Fuck me, why don’t ya just put it in already? I wanna see you ride that thing,” his words come off as a command but you know better, sensing the desperation beneath them. Joel was always just as horny as you were.

With a huff you toss your shorts off and pull your panties to the side, wearing nothing but them and your tank top. You fit the tip between your wet lips. “You need to be patient,” you scold him as you ease yourself onto the toy.

Joel’s free fist clenches at his side, fighting the urge to pounce and yank you onto his lap. The sight of your slick entrance welcoming the dildo into your body makes him want to moan, and the vision of you was almost too much for him to handle. “You,” he pants, “are testin’ my limits, sweetheart.”

You let yourself sink fully onto the toy, the obscene sound of your wetness filling the room and simultaneously making Joel’s actual tip leak with precum.

You breathe lowly as your eyes roll closed, spreading your legs to fully take in the feeling of the toy. The familiarity of the shape comforted you, but the inhuman smoothness to it gave you something new to explore.

The moan that leaves your lips makes Joel throb painfully, his dick begging for relief as he gawked at the sight before him. “Jesus, fuck…look at you, so damn sexy taking that thing so deep…” he wasn’t even really aware of what he was saying, letting his dirty thoughts come out of his mouth freely as he tugged on his cock.

“You like that, don’t you? Like bein’ able to have my dick buried inside you at all times?” he mumbled, continuing to stroke himself and watch you through hooded eyes, “I bet you can’t wait to cum all over it, can you?”

His words just made you whimper, encouraging you to slide up and down the toy, “Feels so good, Joel,” you leak more arousal onto the sheets below, “Love your dick so much.”

A guttural groan comes from Joel’s throat, his hips jerking involuntarily as if he was following the motion of the toy inside you. “Don’t I know it, baby,” he reaches out with his free hand, trailing his thick fingers over your thigh. “Keep goin’, work that thing in and out of ya. Show me how much you love having my cock inside of you.”

Before having sex with Joel, you didn’t think it was possible to cum in under five minutes. Now, even with a fake version of his dick, you already felt your stomach getting tighter. “So deep,” you moan out, “‘M gonna cum, Joel.”

As your climax began consuming you, Joel surged forward and planted two beefy hands on your hips, pulling you down onto the toy. The lewd squelch of your pussy gripping onto the mold filled the room, punctuated by your moans growing in pitch and Joel’s words of praise.

“That’s it, cum for me,” he grumbles. “Let go, baby, Give that thing everything you got.

His grip on your hips tighten, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he helped you piston up and down. The toy plunged in and out of your dripping cunt, making you whimper loudly as you gushed around it. Joel tugged you down, hard, one final time as he held you in place and grinded you against the base of the dildo.

As you rode out the aftershocks, Joel held your shaking form against his body and stroked your hand gently, shushing you as you came down from your high.

“Will you fuck me now?”

Joel breathed out exasperatedly. “First, you make me sit through having my dick turned into a sex toy, and now you’re askin’ to fuck me after cumming on said sex toy?” Despite his shock, Joel knew he wanted to give your body as many orgasms as it could handle. He eyes his own crotch, knowing he was still hard.

“I suppose I should give you somethin’ in return for that performance…” he trailed off before grabbing your body as if it weighed nothing and laid back on the bed, sitting up against the headboard. “Come on, up ya go. Show me what you’ve got.”

You smile breathlessly, still feeling your walls twitch and clench around nothing. You throw your legs over his waist and sit right over his cock.

Joel slides his hands up your thighs to your hips, grasping them and sliding you onto his tip. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” your previous orgasm still drips from between your thighs. His hands moved to grip your ass cheeks, pushing you to sink down. You both gasped and groaned as you took his length in, Joel thrusting up to meet your downward motion.

“That’s it, honey,” he encouraged, “Use me however you want. Jus’ don’t stop.”

He loses himself in the feeling of you bouncing above him, the weight of your breasts pushing against his chest and your moans like a bird song to his ears. You whimper and rest your hands on his strong shoulders, finally having his dick back in you after fucking the replica. Nothing is better than the real thing.

“Love your cock so much, Joel. So perfect for me,” you praise him mindlessly, letting your horny brain do all the talking as his dick filled every space inside your pussy.

He slid his hands up your torso while you rode him, letting his thumbs hike your shirt up to reveal your breasts. He moved one hand down to steady your hip, and used his other to reach for your tits, taking turns to palm each of them softly. “You are so fuckin’ sexy like this,” he groaned out, “Can’t believe I get to call this body mine.”

Your moans turn into full on whines, letting Joel consume you entirely as your second orgasm began forming. You rolled your hips downwards, letting his dick fill you as deep as it could as your slick walks gripped him tightly.

“I’m cumming again, Joel,” you warn, sliding up and down. Despite your words, Joel makes no move to stop you, his body surrendering to yours.

“Go ahead, baby, get it nice and wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick and heavy with desire. You comply as Joel moves his hand from your breast to your clit, rubbing circles on it with his fingers. You clench around him before your ears start to ring, finishing with loud whimpers.

With renewed urgency, Joel grips your hips and bucks up into you, the force of his thrusts rocking your body and making the bed creak. His balls draw up tight against you, and with a powerful thrust, he buries his face into your neck and lets out grunts into your ear. You feel him cumming inside of you, feel it spilling out of you as he gives slower thrusts. Your tiny whimpers of satisfaction fill the room as he pants, wrapping his arms fully around your torso and bringing you with him down against the bed. He feels something nudging his back, but he ignores it as you move over to nuzzle into his chest.

The both of you catch your breath together, basking in contentedness and the warmth of each other’s sweaty bodies.

Suddenly, Joel’s body jolts up when he hears a blood curdling scream coming from beside him on the bed.

“YOU LAID ON MY DILDO!”

[cherrybr4t]

mingyu and ab riding? God everytime I come back to the CK shoot another part of me diesss

no bc ure so real for this anon.. i stand and stare in awe every time i walk past calvin klein. 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

mingyu and ab riding (+18, mdni)

WARNINGS: idol bf!mingyu (calvin klein mingyu) & non idol gf!reader, riding on mingyu's abs., praise (f rec), not much warnings tbh but! enjoy <3

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it's no secret that your boyfriend is a total gym rat, and he takes absolute pride in maintaining his physique. you get reminded of it time after time - be it him walking around with just his sweats, or when he steps out of the shower with the towel barely hanging on his hips.

and tonight, you gawk at your boyfriend mid-netflix-watching when he steps into the bedroom with just his calvin klein boxers. he dries his hair with a towel and you salivate as you observe how his muscles tense with every moment he makes.

"god, is this the episode where yang leaves seattle?" he hops into bed; to be specific — on top of you, while you're on your belly re-watching grey's anatomy.

"i can't breathe gyu," you choke out as you feel yourself deflating into the mattress the longer your giant puppy of a boyfriend is perched on your back.

he rolls off to the side, sending you accusatory comments that you've just called him fat and that you don't love him anymore. to which you giggle and roll your eyes.

"dramatic much? sometimes you're like a fully grown dog who still thinks they're a puppy. you're not a lap dog gyu,"

he props his elbow up, turns to his side as his head leans on his hand — "nope, i refuse. i am your lap puppy,"

you get distracted once again by mingyu and the way his chest muscles tense and the way his abs contract while giggling.

"baby, why are you acting as if it's the first time you've seen me shirtless," mingyu smirks as he noticed how spaced out you've become, with your eyes darting around frantically his frame.

"are you ovulating?"

you snap out of it and smack him lightly on his chest.

"ow, i'm just asking.. based on my calendar and memory though, it does seem like it's about time,"

you drag a sigh out, fingers drawing out random figures on his abs.

"just amazed. how do you look exactly like all your pictorials — especially the calvin klein ones,"

mingyu giggles, little canines poking out while getting shy, "well, just giving you more bragging rights to all your friends baby,"

"yeah, cause it's all mine right? only i get to see and touch you for myself," you boldly brush your hands all over your boyfriends body, silently claiming the man as yours and only yours.

mingyu grabs your wrist halfway and pulls you in closer, "yeah baby, all yours to touch and play with, wanna see what else these muscles of mine can do?"

you giggle and nod as you look at your boyfriend through your lashes, the sultry atmosphere of the room seeping in.

he lies flat on his back and has you sat right on top of hips.

"remove your pants for me baby, and don't forget your panties too,"

you cock your head to the side, not sure what your boyfriend has up his sleeve but you abide by his instructions nonetheless. wiggling out of your night shorts and panties, you prop yourself up, straddled on your boyfriend's hips again.

"sit on my abs baby," you move up closer, bare cunt in contact with his defined muscles. he twitches the moment he feels your cunt already seeping juices onto his stomach.

"good girl, now make yourself cum with my abs," he crosses his arms behind his head, completely relaxed as he watches you intently; with a small smirk on that smug face of his.

"gotta mark your territory right baby? come on, you're not going anywhere til you've came on my abs,"

your cheeks radiate a certain tint of red as you feel both your cunt and and face getting warmer. you steady your thighs, before starting to move up and down the hard and textured abdominal muscles of your boyfriend.

"that's it, fuck baby you're fucking drenched," he peeks at his stomach, only to find his muscles glistening with all your juices.

you whimper, feeling encouraged by mingyu and his filthy words towards you. you were determined to paint every crevice of his muscles in your juices, your cum.

"f-feels good gyu," you balance yourself by grabbing onto his chest, allowing yourself to grind down on his abs with more pressure and at a quicker pace.

"yeah baby? you're doing so well, so desperate to cum for me aren't you," he groans and you feel his hard on start to poke at you from behind through his boxers.

you nod so fervently, feeling the pressure and ball constrict in your lower abdomen, like a tightening coil that's threatening to break loose any moment soon.

"i'm so close gyu — fuck, please please," your voice starts to crack as you feel yourself inching closer and closer towards that euphoric moment.

he reaches a hand towards you, creeping underneath your nightie to tug at your nipples. he plays with the soft fat around, before focusing on playing with your perked up and sensitive nipples.

"come on baby, give it to me — need to feel you cum all over me,"

"that's it baby i can tell you're right there, cum for me,"

with a few more encouragements from mingyu, you feel the knot start to unravel as you jerk uncontrollably on top of your boyfriend, breaking out in a string of moans that crescendoed, and shouting out your boyfriends name in cries.

you feel your boyfriend tense up under you, "so good - fuck baby, fuuuuuckkk" you feel a warm sensation through the stretch of his boxers.

as you came down from your high, you realised that you made your boyfriend come untouched.

"gyu did you...?"

"fuck...yeah baby... couldn't help it. you looked so fucking hot getting off like that right on top of me i-"

"shh shh" you smile, heart beaming with pride before leaning down on his chest.

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a/n: soo.. ITS BEEN A LONG TIME ! but i'm sorta back. and with my current mingyu obsession, this ask couldn't have came at a better time! i hope you like it dear anon,, <3 muacks!!

[simpurnatural]

“Our Little Secret” || Short-Fic

XO, Kitty - Min Ho Moon x Fem!Reader

Note from Nat: "Okay, but me coming back to Tumblr after binging xo kitty wasn't on my 2025 bingo card. We are so back babe! Enjoy these crumbs whilst I dust off my keyboard ToT"

Warning(s): Spoilers for "XO, Kitty" seasons 1 & 2, Smut, Language, Not Proofread

"I swear, if you get caught one of these days then you're on your own!" Q warned, Dae chuckling lightly as they watched Min Ho slipped on a pair of shoes.

"I won't get caught," Min Ho replied as he turned his head to face them. "When have I ever gotten caught?" he scoffed as he examined himself in the mirror.

"Uhm literally last week when you sprinted around campus in the early morning and only wearing underwear and socks," Q retorted from the couch before realizing, "That was a bit more of a close call if I'm being real here,".

"Exactly, never got caught and never will," Min Ho said with a sly smirk, "Plus, Y/n is in the solo unit dorms," he reminds before walking out the door.

"It'll only be a matter of time," Dae sighed, shaking his head at his best friend's recklessness.

You heard the sound of a knocks on your dorm room door, instantly recognizing the specific pattern to inform you that it was Min Ho waiting to be let in.

Hurriedly yet excitedly, you made your way to the door and swiftly opened it. Min Ho was taken aback by the clothes or rather the lack thereof it on your small frame.

"Why are you here so early?" you whispered, yanking him into the room before shutting the door behind you. "I haven't gotten my nightly dorm inspection yet,".

"Well, I couldn't wait to see you and who said we couldn't have some fun til’ they get here?" Min Ho replied in a hushed yet seductive tone, his eyes taking in the sight before him. "You wouldn't mind a little inspection of our own, would you?" he smirked as his has slithered their way around your waist.

You suddenly felt as though any clever retort you had bubbling in your system faded away. Min Ho pulled you in closely, allowing for you both to be basically sharing the same breath of air. He leaned in, catching your lips against his while tightening his hold on you.

With every kiss, the difficulty to pull away became more intense. You brushed your tongue against Min Ho’s lip as he backed you into the wall adjacent to the front door. His hands began to hike up your silk night gown.

“I could just take you right here,” Min Ho muttered under his breath, his cold hands making contact with your warm, soft skin.

The palm of his hand gently gave your breast a squeeze. You let out a whine as his icy cold touch messaged your chest. This only made the tent in Minh’s trousers tighter.

“But someone might hear us,” you say, an aching feeling beginning between your legs. “They could be here any minute,” you remind as Min Ho effortlessly lifted you off the ground.

“Then you better stay quiet,” he said without a hint of worry in his tone.

With one hand on your ass to keep you in place, he utilized the other to undo his belt and trousers. By this point, you were sure a whole waterfall had made its descent down your leg. Min Ho chuckled as he kicked his pants away from him after they pooled around his ankles.

He felt your clothed cunt throb, with only your panties and his boxers in the way. The notorious playboy has slept with countless girls but you were just so different. He had never been with someone who looked just as good on the outside as she felt when he’s inside

Wasting no time, Min Ho removed all remaining articles of clothing. The tip of his cock teased the lips of your pussy. He loved how your wetness basically coated his manhood like a glazed donut.

“M-Min Ho-“ you whimpered impatiently, just wanting to feel his dick be buried deep inside already. “Fuck,” you gasped as half his length pushed inside your walls.

“So tight for me,” Min Ho groaned before pulling out, just to thrust right back in.

His hips rhythmically jutted up against yours. Your body was in compete ecstasy as Min Ho’s breaths grew heavy. He yanked the thin straps of your night gown down just to watch your tits bounce with no restraint.

Min Ho loved getting you like this, so lost in how good he could take care of you. He smirked as he listened to your minimum efforts to conceal your moans. Your tightly sealed lips didn’t stop any NSWF noises.

Just a not began to form inside of you, a knock at the door and an unaware voice greeted you, “Y/n L/n! It’s time for your nightly dorm room inspection,”.

“Shit!” You mumbled as Min Ho gently placed you on the ground before scurrying off into your bedroom to find a hiding spot. “One moment please!” You replied, kicking your’s and Min Ho’s clothes under your couch.

Hurriedly, you grabbed one of your appropriately sized coats to conceal your naked body. You quickly yanked the door open which startled the more senior student who stood at your door.

“Hello,” you nodded as you raked a hand through your potentially messy hair. “Please come in, sorry about the mess,” you say with an embarrassed smile.

Whenever Min Ho was over while inspections took place, you always held your breath for the worst outcomes. Min Ho usually hid in your closet, behind your suitcases and other articles of clothing that could easily conceal his frame.

As the inspector searched the unit half interestedly, you acted as calm as possible. Your attention slightly wavered as you reminisced how Minho was fucking you just mere moment ago.

What caught your attention was the creaking of your closet door being opened. Your eyes widened as the student stepped inside and left your gaze for a moment just before stepping back out.

“Y/n,” they said, to which your ears perked up anxiously, “Make sure to have the light bulb in your closet changed, it seems to almost be out,” they explained.

“Of course,” you nodded assuringly, the breath you were holding in dissipate as they made their way to the front door.

“Thank you for your time,” they said politely as you unlocked and opened the door for them.

“Anytime,” you waved before the shutting the door again.

You shedded your coat and made your way back into the bedroom, were a naked Min Ho laid. He wordlessly motioned for you to join him.

Right as you crawled onto the bed, Min Ho immediately had you under him. Both of you wearing a smug grin on your lips.

“Where were we?” He said before leaning down to kiss you.

You ran your hands through his perfectly cut hair while his kisses began to trace your jaw, your neck, and started to leave love bites alone your collarbone. He pulled away and watched as your chest rose and fell exaggeratedly. Your completely naked body yearned for his touch.

With your eyes focused heavily on Min Ho, you watched as he stroked his cock. The groans that erupted from his lips were like music to your ears. As he climbed back on top of you, he lifted and spread your legs farther apart. His length inching closer and closer to your pussy.

Your breathing hitched as you felt him slide into your walls with full force, a loud moan escaping your mouth. Min Ho placed his mouth on yours as an attempt to stifle your noises.

But it became harder to remain silent as he continuously rammed his cock into your cunt. The wet sound of you taking his dick so good only made Min Ho fuck you rougher.

“You better stay quiet,” Min Ho muttered, “Or else everyone will find out how damn good I am at fucking you,” he smirked, watching your eyes roll back. “Taking it so easy, huh?”

You could only muster a groan as the pit in your stomach returned. Min Ho loved the feeling of your walls tightening as you got close to climaxing.

“Gonna cum for me?” he asked, knowing full well that any further response from you would be at max volume. “Come on my dick Y/n,” he ordered.

Min Ho spared no space between the two of you began slamming his dick so deep inside your pussy. Your back arched, allowing his dick to repeatedly hit your sweet spot.

“That’s it,” he said, as your body began to quiver and your warm cum covered his length. He slowed down momentarily, allowing you to feel the high. “Was that good?” he asked as you caught your breath.

“Yeah but what about you?” you questioned unknowingly.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with your pussy yet,” Min Ho huffed before meeting a proper pace.

You tiredly watched as he used your cunt, telling you how good are for him. He loves showering his affections towards you after making you come, knowing that only he gets you like that.

As the rhythm of his thrusts began to stutter, you felt his cock twitch slightly. Min Ho hesitantly gave a few more thrusts before quickly pulling out.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his cum covered your lower abdomen.

Grabbing a couple tissues from your nightstand, Min Ho gave you a proper wipe down before laying down beside you.

“Our little secret?” You asked, raising your pinky.

JAN 2025

[cyber333angel]

logan fucking you for the first time in your hyper girlie room and he’s enamoured by you when he’s railing into you and you unconsciously grab a plushie that’s close by to hold on to it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

you and logan typically hang out and do “stuff” at his house, for no specific reason other than it’s just easier for the two of you to be there. although he does have a larger house than your comfy little apartment, you spend most nights at his house making use of the kitchen that he never used until the two of your started dating — his house was simply a house until you came along, making it a home filled with good memories. you suggested a sleepover at your apartment one day, straddling his hips as you talk to him, playing with his hair. “you want me to stay at your house?” he ask and you nod your head smiling, “mhm! we are always at your house, you never get to really see mine other than when you drop me off.” and logan agrees, it’s not like it’s a big deal or anything plus he gets to stay in a house that’s filled with smells like you so it’s a win-win.

when it’s the day that logan comes over your apartment is all clean, candles lit and a tidy space. you get up from the couch gleefully as you answer the door, giving him a hug and a kiss when you see him, leading him further into your apartment. the day is filled with a lot of fun where you cook dinner together, force logan to do face masks with you and bake cookies. so as the older man is washing up the last of the dishes you come up behind him, hugging at his waist. “when your done come play with me lo..” you whine, all day has been filled with kisses and teasing but you haven’t gotten to do what you really craved from him. “ive been playing with you all day bub, you gonna tell me what you really want?” logan says looking back at you, your already looking up at him pouting on his back— he knows exactly what you want, he just thinks it’s so cute when you struggle to say it. “don’t be mean.” and you hesitate to say it, almost embarrassed as if you guys haven’t already done everything together. “want you to make me feel good, want you to fuck me logan..” you say the end at a whisper as he dries his hands from the sink and turns around, taking your jaw and kissing you. “see how easy that was, hm? don’t worry ill make you feel good.” he says picking you up and playing you on the island of the kitchen, sucking and biting at your lips like he hadn’t eaten for days. he lifts off the baggy shirt you had on throwing it on the floor as he travels to your neck giving them pecks with his hands traveling down your spine.

he picks you up again and you giggle as he almost speed walks to your trinket, plushie filled bedroom. logan always knew your fondness for stuffed animals, he even got you a lot of them to add to your collection but when you sleep over at his house you don’t really need a bed full of plushies, you only need him. so as he throws you on the bed, he’s slides down your shorts and panties, kneeling in the carpet next to the bed as your legs rest on your shoulders. he chuckles when he glides a finger up your slick folds, “all this for me huh baby?” and you whine at his touch, nodding your head swiftly. “yes s’all for you daddy..!” with that he lowers his head to your cunt licking up a stripe to your clit, sucking on the bud of nerves. he takes two fingers prodding them at your hole before sliding them in, preparing you for his dick. after a couple minutes of him stretching you out and a lot of gripping at the sheets, he decides your ready to take him. standing up and pulling your body to face him, he unbuckles his pants taking his cock out his boxers. he spits in his hand rubbing it all over his cock, jerking at it until it’s fully hard and takes your thighs pulling them around his waist. “im gonna put it in now alright bub?” and you nod in approval, watching him as his positions it at your entrance slowly pushing it in. you wince and logan shushes you, assuring you that your doing so good for him. “atta girl, look its all in..y’re okay.” he says rubbing your rubbing your lower stomach as he starts thrusting slowly, giving you a little more pressure and fast pace each time. eventually you get more relaxed and logan gets rougher, thrusting into faster and harder and you just get so stimulated, grabbing at everything next to you to get some relief since he’s fucking you so hard your mind is starting to go blank. you grab the plushie that closest to you and bring it to your chest— holding it so tightly as logan holds your thighs apart pounding into you. he sees this, chuckling at your little furry assistance. “am I going too hard on you bubba? hmm, need daddy to slow down a bit?” he says rubbing at you knees and you shake your head no, “no s’good lo, just trying to keep u-up..” and he gets what you mean, he knows you feel good but sometimes he forgets how much stronger and how much more stamina he has than you. “oh I see, ill help you cum then sweetheart, not that little plushie.” he says smiling and you giggle throwing it at him. he rest some of his body weight down on you as he holds you in his arms, kissing you and thrusting at a rough pace but a bit slower at the same time. he reaches his hand down to your pussy, finding your clit and rubbing it in circles, you start to get close to your orgasm blabbering in his hold. “hngh..” you cry out as your eyes go half lidded. logan watches your face as you almost come undone, “m’gonna cum lo-logan!” and he just nods, whispering little nothings to you on your way to your orgasm. “oh I know baby, give it to me c’mon. thaaats it good girl.” he says as you shake underneath him, nails scratching at his back as you pant out of breath leaving red marks across his skin. healing immediately of course but the sting still feels good to him, and as you come back to your senses you see that logan didn’t cum yet. “mm lo’ you didn’t cum yet?” and he laughs at you for a moment, leaving you a little confused. “we aren’t done yet bub, might wanna get one of your little plushies ready.”

[vieviesmt]

MDNI :p

CW : sub!caleb, masturbation, panty thief, dryhumping, (he cums first sorry), praise, DESPERATE DESPERATE man, loads of drooling deal w it

pervert!caleb who somehow managed to convince you to move in with him because he's been feeling oh so lonely and tired :( he needs your presence, your warmth and your attention to stay sane!! you have to believe him !!

pervert!caleb who definitely didnt make you move in so that he could spend his time watching you, subtly press against you while youre cooking, passing by your room at night to gently pat your head and smell your hair, maybe even steal a couple of your polaroids on the wall to put in his wallet !! (or use for later)

pervert!caleb who tells you its okay if you dont have time to do the laundry today! he can take care of it like he always has :) he definitely does not use the opportunity to shove his face into every crevice of your shirts, nose pressed into the crotch of your used hunter pants; when his eyes shift to a well hidden piece of bright red lacey fabric under one of your socks...jackpot.

pervert!caleb who doesnt even try to walk to his room to take care of business, no it has to be here between all your dirty clothes, your smell emanating from every corner of the laundry room while he hastily pushes his shorts down, poor baby's cock is bright red, already leaking just from the smell of you :(

pervert!caleb who grabs those red panties and wraps them around his shaft, using his strong muscled hand to jerk himself fast enough in hopes you wouldnt catch him!! you would probably think hes such a weirdo, using your dirty clothes and panting like a desperate dog but he just cant help himself around you, just the thought of your cute self sitting in the other room happily munching on some snacks while he's in here filthying up your belongings makes him break : strong hips thrust up and buck trying to finally get that sweet release-

pervert!caleb who, in his haste to get some alone perverted time had forgotten to lock the door :0 of course, after not hearing any noise for the past 15 mins you got worried! you didn't mean to walk in on him disheveled, hips in the air, sweat down his arms and drool down his shirt with your favourite underwear (now ripped at the crotch) wrapped around his sensitive head :(

pervert!caleb who's pleasantly surprised when you tug him up by his arm, he start rambling out excuses- "pips! i-im so sorry! i swear i dont even know what happened, i dont think straight when im tired you know me-" only to be slammed into the couch , "take your shirt off."

pervert!caleb is now sweatily sat on the couch, his boxers back on, trembling from overstimulation as you grind your ass back onto his crotch as harsh as you can, feeling his hardness drool out masses of precum, his thighs shakey and his hands barely holding onto your hips - "please, please can i- can i take them off pips i wanna feel you now-" his hands tug at your jeans, as good as the friction of your tight pants feel on him, he cant stop himself from thinking about how warm your cunt is underneath your clothes rn :( plus he wants you to feel good too!!

pervert!caleb cant take it anymore after you answer him with a harsh slap to the inside of his thigh, "quit talking, be grateful i even let you dirty these pants too, and you ripped my panties, those were my favourite you know ;("

pervert!caleb who can barely focus on what youre saying, he feels his balls squeezing, the feeling of your behind back and forth has him spiraling, babbling about how much he loves you and how you treat him so so well!! one specific hard swivel of your hips around his tip is what undoes him fully, head slamming back onto the wall, his hands grab your hips tightly to keep you in place as he keeps thrusting up up up, using you to get off. He's grunting loudly, muttering half sentences of "thank you- i love you- so sensitive- i cant stop- please-"

pervert!caleb who dirtied both you and himself now ! what a troublesome puppy >:( no worries you'll make him clean you up really quick once his legs stop pushing his hips into yours, unable to stop.

ive been thinking about this one for a whileeee so pls lmk how it is !!

[lumieresdreams]

an: it's 4am, y'know what that means!! random sussy hcs/drabble time with our fav puppy caleb :D

minors dni!!!! no age in bio = blocked

cw: virgin, pathetic, submissive!caleb, he is so desperate for your lovin', masturbation, dry humping, first time, general smut!

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virgin!caleb who, first and foremost, we can all agree on is a panty sniffer. stuffs one of your dirty undergarments in his pocket on laundry day for later

virgin!caleb who tears up while touching himself to the thought of you while he inhales your scent like his life depended on it, he's almost making himself see stars with the way he grips so tightly and how roughly he was pumping his hand. he'll continue until your scent embeds itself into his memory or until the source itself runs out

virgin!caleb who loves it when you feel comfortable enough to wear a tank top and house shorts that are a little too small, riding up just enough to show off a little more of the curve of your ass when you lounge on your belly, sprawled over his legs on the couch

virgin!caleb who does his best to keep his mind elsewhere but the enticing view in front of him. his phone, the tv, the ceiling fan of all things.... nothing was working, he internally groans as he feels his pants tighten underneath your belly, he's sure you'll feel it if he doesn't do something to get up and away from you now

virgin!caleb who got denied to get up, no matter what kinds of reasons he threw at you. you gave him a smirk from your position, you knew the effect you had on him, all those missing undergarments, all those glances that lingered a little too long when you wear comfortable yet inviting clothing around him

virgin!caleb who almost immediately starts whining when you finally decide to get up, only to trap him on the couch by sitting on his lap. specifically on his groin, which forced a shaky breath out of hum

virgin!caleb who was easily at your mercy when you lifted his chin up, looking into those soulful puppy purple eyes of his that held the galaxy, he was all yours

virgin!caleb who whined, groaned and moaned unrestrained with the way you grinded your hips down against his bulge, the little fabric between you two adding slight friction on top of your movements

virgin!caleb whose hands didn't know where to be or what to do until you guided them onto your hips where they stayed without command, he was so desperate to hold onto something to keep him grounded now. if given permission, he could finish like this via dry humping

virgin!caleb who almost lets out a sob once you finally ran out of patience playing around, now finally having kicked off your shorts and undies, while having pulled caleb's pants and boxers down to let him out. only then to guide his tip vety slowly into your heat

virgin!caleb who was absolutely NOT prepared for how physically hot and tight you were, your walls clinging all around him, slick and needy. he was already tearing up at how good you were making him feel, his hands trembling

virgin sub!caleb who sat there frozen not out of fear, but out of excitement, all of those years of yearning, dealing with what ifs and daydreaming of the perfect first time, culminating into this unexpected yet welcomed surprise

sub!caleb that gets spoiled for once in his life, getting pussy drunk after about 10 minutes in of you riding and edging him, he was a whimpering and moaning mess already

sub!caleb who moans your name like a prayer, repeating it under his breath as he reaches his first climax with you. he might as well consider it a spiritual experience with how high up in the clouds he felt, but that wouldn't be the end of it if you had any say in it

sub!caleb who's super clingy after you finally had your fill get it? and made sure he also enjoyed himself. he will never forget ever saving himself for you because now, he won't have any other piece of heaven to yearn for when he already has you showing him heaven's gate under your own volition

[orphicsun]

・゜゜Gamer Ellie Headcannons ・．

NSFW CONTENT BELOW, MDNI

✧.* Gamer Ellie wears those plaid boxer-shorts around the house adorned with some random t-shirt she often sleeps in. When she's out and about, she loves her classic flannel or white wife-beaters, sports bra peeking out of the fabric when she moves just ever so slightly. Converse and doc-martins all the way. You'll beg her not to wear it in public, but Ellie's got this one black Call of Duty t-shirt that is she is obsessed with.

✧.* Gamer Ellie ismore introverted than anything. She likes staying inside with you and watching movies with you rather than going on restaurant dates. Speaking of movies, gamer Ellie would be more into comedy and sci-fi than anything. I've mentioned in previous headcannons Ellie would be a huge Jurassic park fan, but some other movie / shows she'd be begging you to watch with her are Airplane, Star Trek, and Pulp Fiction. Anything with action or on her level of dumb humor, and Star Trek for when she's geeking out. It's her guilty pleasure.

✧.* Gamer Ellie's favorite type of physical touch is having your fingers running through her hair. She likes to feels your touch in such a light, vulnerable way. Sometimes when she's playing a game, you'll approach her from behind and massage her scalp with your sweet touch. "Babe, you're distracting me!" She'll complain with a dramatic but playful groan, but her freckled face will melt like ice on a hot day from your touch.

✧.* Gamer Ellie isn't good at multi-tasking. She loves having you all up in her lap while her fingers are punching keys, but she always seems to lose when you're touching her, let alone near her. Why? Her thoughts are filled with the night before when the two of you were about to fall asleep, giggling in bed about some video on your phone, and specifically she's thinking about when you forgot all about sleep and had a late-night make-out session with some 90's movie tuned out on the television. It's so hard to remember to reload her virtual AR when all she's feeling is the way your warm fingers slid down her back and how your breathing turned into soft pants when she got all greedy and latched her filthy mouth onto your neck. Still, she'd never tell you to get off of her lap so she could focus. You were worth every aggravating respawn.

✧.* Gamer Ellie, in bed, isn't some huge dommy-mommy or whatever you're thinking. She's really touchy, sure. But she's honestly just your average lesbian who is absolutely obsessed with her girl, and she blanks at time. You'll be on top of her, and she's got this cave-woman aura going where she's just staring at your pretty face, focused on chasing your lips for a kiss. Her hands are awkwardly perched on her sides because she forgets how to even touch you: you're such a fucking goddess, and she's kind of a loser. You're a savior, though; guiding her hands to your waist with a sweet, patient smile. Ellie will get the cue and her fingers will spread across your waist to the top of your hips, and she remembers how desperate she is. (This one was inspired by me with my gf, you're so real gamer Ellie)

✧.* Gamer Ellie is also a switch! If you want her to be the top, she'll do it, but like I said she's going to be all cute and embarrassed about it. She'll be eating you out and her thoughts will be going at 100 miles per hour: "Am I doing this right?" "She's moaning Ellie, stop overthinking it." And sometimes the only thought she can really be having is "I love pussy." Cute. When she's bottom, which is most of the time, she isn't really all submissive and whiney but more like, defensively flustered like how she got with Dina when Dina threatened to bite her on the couch. Gay panic type of bottom. She does get pretty loud when you use a vibrator on her, though. That's a personal favorite in the bedroom.

✧.* Gamer Ellie did have a Fortnite phase. She hates talking about it but she spent like an ungodly amount on the stupidest skins. She used to make you watch her play at first, and then it was you having to create a whole Epic account so you could be her duo. Ellie's favorite season? Chapter two season seven. Why? Aliens. She got the battle pass and unlocked the alien skins, too. A little after she got super obsessed with it, like yelling at some 12 year old boy telling him his mother wishes she swallowed him, she moved on to a game that wasn't making her yell at at her screen. You were thankful.

✧.* Gamer Ellie is a huge night owl. While your sleep schedule is pretty average, she will blink and it'll be four in the morning. She'll groan and pop her back before stripping down to underwear and a t-shirt and then crash on your shared bed, making you stir from your rest. She sleepily curls her body into yours, peppering the warmest smooches wherever(probably with her eyes closed or half-way, at least) and muttering out apologies for waking you in the most ethereal voice known to woman-kind (it's raspy and the one she uses during sex when she's attempting to be a good top).

A/N: Thank you everyone for over 500 followers! I hope to post some longer fics this week or at least some more arcane fics. I promised some Jinx content, hopefully that'll be soon. Love you all.

[k1mbe3rly]

Helloooo can I request reader x Baku where reader gets scared when baku fights ( specifically the scene where he knocks that kid out and he’s laying on his shoulder) and he takes reader back to his house and it leads to smut

What else can he do other than fighting?

warnings: smut,booby play, bathroom sex (short!)

After that huge fight between Eunjang highschool and the union, you waited for him not wanting to see any violence, after he came out you sighed seeing his bloody form, but instead of complaining about as usual you just hugged him for a moment which he warmed into

Back at your place, the both of yall were in the bathroom, you were sitting on the counter with him between your legs and his fist to your chest as you bandaged him up, bandaids on his face and arms, “Is this the last time?” you asked him, a small smile formed on his face, “I can’t confirm that..but for now yes..hopefully?” he says, you rolled your eyes but smiled finishing up his fist, “Don’t move it around too much.. let your fist heal” you told him as he wrapped his arms around your waist

His face right infront of yours, “Your the best you know that? like my little nurse!” he says laughing, “Well not for long! stop fighting Hu min i mean it..” you said your tone slightly firm, he smacked his lips, “Don’t ruin the mood” he says playfully, he then kissed you, you kissed him back without hesitation, at first the kiss was nice and slow, his hands resting on your waist rubbing back and forth a bit

Slowly he deepen the kiss, slightly forcing his tongue in, after a moment you felt his hand crawl under your shirt up to your bra, you smirked softly and pulled back which he did a dramatic whine, “What is your hand doing?” you asked him, “Nothinggg! keep kissing me” he said his lips quickly going back to yours almost desperately, you chuckle softly into the kiss

You felt his hand cup your breast thru your bra, he tried to move it out the way but got a little frustrated, he pulled back groaning a bit, “Ima just take this off” he said taking your shirt off and his hand going to clip of your bra unclipping it letting it fall off, he smiles admiring your chest, his hands quickly fumbling with your tits, squishing and pushing them together, “There so perfect..i fucking love them so much.” he said

“I need you, can we? can i?” he asks you, you chuckled at him for asking as you nodded “You may” you replied, he quickly took his pants off, in just his boxers he went over pulling your pants and panties off as well, slightly spreading your legs even more he pulled his boxers down, his cock springing out as he pulled you closer, aiming his cock at your entrance

He pushes in moaning softly as well as you, your warm walls coating his cock tightly, he leans in pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes locked onto yours as he begins to move in and out you, "You're so fucking pretty," he whispers, you moaned softly one hand holding onto him and the other gripping in the edge of the counter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he increases the pace, each thrust going faster

His cock sliding in and out of you, soft sounds of skin slapping together, he wasn’t going slow but he wasn’t going too fast, he was going the perfect pace and hitting every single sensetive spot making you cum faster than before, his movements becoming faster and more urgent. He captures your mouth in a deep kiss, feeling the soft vibrations of yours moans

He pulls back panting and soft moans, “Fuck i think i’m gonna cum already..” he panted out, you nodded already feeling your release already, moaning slightly louder, he goes a tad bit faster your moans motivating him to make you both cum

After a moment or two he moans out cumming, not long after you came as well, panting as well, he presses his forehead against yours again, “Fuck i needed that so bad..your everything..” he says making you smile and blush a bit.

[zevrra]

—𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 [⋆｡°✩]

syn: just some random sfw & nsfw hc’s i have for jayce and viktor from arcane!!

includes: gn!reader, 18(+) only, fluff, established relationships, mention of kïnks, mention of drinking/being drunk

extra(s): may flesh these out a little more at some point but these are just little thoughts i’ve had in my head recently AAA (check out my other arcane stuff if you enjoy <3)

JAYCE

a heavy sleeper!! can sleep through all 11 alarms he’s set(they’re all set 5 mins apart) but when he does finally wake up he’s somehow a morning person…wakes up full of energy and ready to start the day

drinks black coffee straight up. no sugar or cream and hates the taste but says it helps him “wake up”

sleeps in just boxers

a light WEIGHT!! it takes a total of 2 drinks before he’s buzzed. his max is probably 6 drinks before he’s almost black out drunk

takes 2 hour long showers

hums! he hums aaaalllll the time just anywhere and everywhere! is always humming some kind of tune

when he’s nervous he bites his lips

runs so so hot! like is a natural heater and is constantly warm so he prefers winter over summer

also packs on some weight during the winter like a bear getting ready to hibernate (he hates it, you LOVE IT)

i feel like he LOVES to swim

book smart not so much street smarts

is terrified of insects, specifically wasps (isn’t allergic he just thinks they’re the spawn of satan)

secretly dislikes most sweets. he doesn’t mind them but he wouldn’t reach for sweets over salty snacks if they’re offered

oh he looooooves spicy food!

pet name king. loves calling you everything but your name. especially enjoys calling you “baby” or “babe”

physical touch is 100% his love language!! keeps his hands on your waist or your back he just enjoys touching so much

clingy

clean and perfect handwriting

he’s also either a really good cook or a really bad one i can’t decide jshsjsjd

when he has a bad day he droops like a little rain cloud but is so easy to cheer up

has two left feet and dances for shit (does it anyway because he enjoys it)

is a whole ray of sunshine; laughs with his whole chest, smiles just as bright as the sun, always looking on the bright side of things

[—NSFW BELOW]

obedient asf!!

literally loves being told what to do and how good he makes you feel

is the definition of service top

THRIVES OFF PRAISE!

stamina goes CRAZY, takes some pretty good build up before he comes

100% is a munch

he loves coming home, shutting off his brain from being at the lab for too long, and sitting between your thighs while he makes you feel good

begs for you to sit on his face

begs in general all day every day for it though

“pleaseee pretty… let’s just sneak away…”

says please so much it’s incorporated in his everyday vocabulary

loves kissing too

wild rutting thrusts, fast and rough reaching the deepest parts of you with ease

list of kinks i think he would have; public outings, bareback, begging (receiving or giving), marking (hickies), püssy/cöck worshipping, size kink, breeding, exhibitionism, face sitting/fucking, somno (w/consent!), and sqüirtïng

is huge and he knows it

thick at the base, keeps his girth until the very tip, where he’s a light brownish-pink. veiny and girthy; 7.5 inches

VIKTOR

rarely EVER sleeps (at most he sleeps for prob 5 ish hours every night) but when he does it’s never in an actual bed; says sleeping anywhere else is more comfortable than a bed

a light sleeper for sure, he def wakes up at every little noise and it drives him nuts

is NOT a morning person. he wakes up groggy and irritated before he morning coffee

always asks for “five more minutes” when he needs to get up

either he sleeps in the clothes he wore the day before or when he actually changes he wears a t-shirt and swaps between shorts or actual sleep pants

sometimes needs to be reminded to eat because he gets so focused on working in the lab he forgets to eat a lot

is actually a decent cook! can make basic and simple dishes but nothing extraordinary

drinks very rarely and when he does it takes him chugging liquor to get drunk

messy but pretty handwriting (only he can read it)

a blanket HOG! he has to be fully wrapped up in at least 2 blankets before he can get comfortable enough to sleep

always runs cold and favors summer over winter!

it just gives you a nice excuse to hold his hand out in public

will drop something on purpose just so he can bend over and struggle to pick it up then act like you’re being mean to him jshshfk

will hit you with his cane if you ask him a stupid question

has the BIGGEST SWEET TOOTH

secretly snuck candy whenever he could growing up so now he constantly has it on him

says it helps him focus if he has a little bit of sugar

is actually packed full with sarcasm and makes so many sarcastic comments throughout the day

doodles when he’s trying to figure out an equation

his pet names for you consist more of “my love” or “darling”

his love language is quality time and gift giving (while he HATES receiving gifts)

writes you notes and leaves them around everywhere for you to accidentally stumble across and see

if you manage to get him to accept a gift, he uses/takes it everywhere with him

[—NSFW BELOW]

is a power bottom!

loves it when you dress up for him

SENSITIVE KING

oh he’s so sensitive, especially around his thighs

comes so so so easily (but can go several times in a row)

like a little handjob and some kissing could have him weak in the palm of your hand

well placed, slow, and methodical thrusts. never misses and it always leaves you breathless.

after a really good night spent together is about the only time he’ll ever sleep comfortably in a bed (next to you of course)

would try ANYTHING once

is not shy when it comes to telling you when he wants to fuck

will grab you by the waist with his cane and pull you closer to him just to tell you he wants you sitting in his lap right now

gives me a lil bit of a brat vibes

“why don’t you try asking nicely darling.”

list of kïnks i think he would be into: dacryphilia, edging, overstimulation, choking, blindfolds, biting/marking, degradation/praise, püssy/cöck worshipping, oral, cüm play, roleplay (secretly loves professor/teacher stuff)

not as thick as jayce but he makes up for it with length, pale until the tip where he’s a pretty pink. slightly curved upwards, 6 inches

[6gumi]

which dress looks good on me?

synopsis ﹒your husband aventurine helps you pick out dresses ! ( gone wrong ! )

pairings﹒aventurine x f!reader

cw﹒nsfw MDNI. unedited. 、 established relationship 、mirror sex 、semi-public sex 、reader physically smaller 、mild titplay 、 squirting 、aventurine referred to as “kakavasha” once or so 、a bit of choking 、nicknames used ( baby, sweetheart, more ! ) 、more tba !

note﹒hi hii ! ! decided to change things up w my formatting . . . since the last one wasn’t that good so i hope this new format it looks fine :3 this is a lil short but it’s oki ! ! | reblogs are highly appreciated ! if you want to talk to me, send a rq or thirst . . . feel free to send me an ask ! — millie ♡

it was another day of spending time with your husband, of course . . . he spoiled you a shit ton today, even though you scolded him not to ! but of course, he wouldn’t listen. hmph, typical. you were both in one of the big changing rooms in your favourite place to shop at, examining the dress that hugged your body, the coldness of the room making you shiver. “hmm . . .” you hummed, raising a brow as you took a step closer to the mirror, “ . . aven, i’m not sure about this dress.” you murmured, glancing at your beloved husband staring at you in pure awe, ugh . . he was like a puppy. it was cute.

aventurine whistled, his rough fingertips tracing the outline of your ass, smirking when he felt you jump. “i like it, i guess you don’t then,” he chuckled with a shrug, taking a step closer. “maybe try another one on and see how it looks, maybe something a bit looser, if you prefer. but to me, i like this one.”

“babe, you said that with the five other dresses i tried on earlier.”

“ . . . so?”

“sooo which means that . . . you need to be more with me, you can’t just say “yes it looks good” every single time, y’know . . . i need your honest opinion.” you spoke, crossing your arms.

“well, you did look good in all those dresses you tried on earlier, even this one you still look as beautiful as ever.” aventurine’s pretty eyes roamed over your body with admiration. "your body is perfect just the way it is." aventurine reached out, gently cupping one of your round breasts through the thin material of your dress. "and if anything, you're just getting even more beautiful with each passing day." he leaned in close, nuzzling your neck as he whispered into your ear, " . . mm . . but if you want to look extra hot, maybe we should find something that shows off your cute breasts over here. maybe . . one that allows them to spill right out—“

“kakavasha.”

“what? i was only telling the truth, sweetheart. can’t handle it?”

the dress surely was stunning, accentuating every part of you. but there was something missing . . . like something else needed to be added. hm . . you weren’t sure what. could it be the color? maybe it wasn’t your color? you just weren’t sure. a hand ran through your hair again, slowly trailing down towards the fat of your ass . . . feeling a small yet sharp slap that stung your skin. “you really can’t decide? just get all of them, love. you know i can afford them. unless . . you want me to tell you how i feel about this dress in specific . . both on and off. would that be to your liking?” that smug lil’ smirk on his face . . . you knew exactly what he meant by that. it was risky, but hey . . . you didn’t mind that. you nodded, raising a brow with a smile.

aventurine’s eyes darted over your figure, lingering on the swell of your breasts beneath the dress you wore, he could feel his cock stirring in his pants, straining against the fabric of his boxers. aventurine silently cursed his weakness, his thoughts betraying him at the most inopportune time. “mmh . . . let’s start here.” your husband’s fingers tickled your chin, facing you to the mirror infront of you, as if he wanted you to watch every single thing he does. gripping your hips, he pressed your body firmly against the cold mirror . . his fingers moved deftly, reaching down to flip your dress upwards, sliding his eager digits within your heat . . stroking your wet slit.

“aven . . .” a breathy whimper slipped between your lips as aventurine pressed his thumb against your clit, his other fingers dipping into your folds. He could feel her body respond to his touch, your hips bucking slightly as you tried stifling moans.

“mm . . this dress presents you so well, angel. i like the fabric used . . i also like how these present these tits of yours. ‘s fucking pretty. you can’t expect me to not look at them, can you, baby?” he teased, his fingers brushing over your nipples gently. “if you ever wore this at an important gathering . . fuck. i’d get hard so quick,” his voice . . . goodness his voice. he was so close to you, his body pressed firmly against yours, rubbing his cock against your backside. “speaking of that . . look how hard you made me, baby. just ‘cuz i saw you in this pretty dress.”

the gambler trapped you close against the mirror, cock twitching at the sight of your breasts pressing against the cold surface. his eyes darkened, desire burning in his depths as he looked at the reflection of his wife. your breathing hitched, eyes half-closed, and lips parted in need. "fuck, baby . . . you're driving me insane," aventurine growled, his voice desperate and thick with lust. he adjusted the dress, pulling it down just enough to reveal more of your breasts . . . mouth watering at the sight, his cock throbbing painfully in response. “i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy . . kay? i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy.” aventurine’s skilled hands wrapped themselves around your throat, applying pressure with a squeeze. “. . . ‘gonna fuck you hard against this mirror until we get kicked out, kay?”

“ . . okay . . “

“good girl.” his hand squeezed around your neck once more as his cock slid smoothly into your wet heat. his breath hitched as he felt your warmth enveloping him, your wet heat surrounding his dick. your moans and his groans bounced off the walls of the fitting room, not caring if anyone was waiting outside to try on their own clothes . . that’s their problem! “oh baby . . . i will never stop fucking this cunt of yours.” aventurine groaned deeply, losing all control within his nerves as they were all conveyed by pure lust for you. the sounds of the mall faded away, replaced by the slap of your bodies connecting, the soft gasps and whimpers escaping both of you and him.

"this fuckin’ dress . . . fuck i’m gonna ruin it. ruin you, baby.” the gambler breathed raggedly, rough hands gripping your thighs tightly as he pounded into you with no avail or intention of stopping, his eyes locked on the reflection, watching himself taking his pretty wife in the sexiest dress he’d ever seen. “watch me while i fuck you, my little wife. do you see my cock sliding in and out of you? ‘s good . . isn’t it?”

"god, yes!" you cried out, clenching your fists against the mirror, your husband’s eyes locked on the image of your plump tits bouncing with each thrust with your face flushed with passion. “more, aven . . more more more !” goodness . . . you were almost certain that people from the outside heard you both fuckin’ and getting it down in there. in full honesty . . . aventurine didn't care who heard, he didn't care about the consequences. all he cared about was satisfying his desperate hunger for you, feeling your body clench around him. oh . . the way your heat enveloped his member like a blanket drove him crazy. it took every ounce of control left in his body to not cum instantly . . wanting to savour the moment more.

“a—aven i’m gonna cum . . .”

“yeah? cum, angel. cum on my cock . . maybe cum on the mirror too . . give the workers a hard time cleaning our intimacy.” he chuckled, landing a swift smack to your ass. fuck, the sensation was too much for you. your orgasm crashed into you like a tidal wave, overwhelming you completely. with a gasp, you squirted all over the mirror, milking your husbands cock as you did so . . . your vision swam with pleasure, mind hazy with orgasmic bliss. “well then . .” aventurine spoke again, grunting when he emptied himself into you. “did that prove anything? prove how much i liked this dress . . ?”

“sh—shit . . mm . . yes, yes it did . .”

“good. then let’s get this one then, baby. can’t wait to completely ruin you again in this dress when we get home.”

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[princessbrunette]

stepbro!johnb knew it was wrong. god, he knew it was demented, and sick — but he couldn’t stop. he was pent up.

things had been kind of a mess lately, and despite popular believe, no — finding and hunting treasure was not all sunshine and rainbows. it was a lot of dead ends, a lot of waste bins filled with screwed up paper covered in ideas and plots that were going nowhere. sometimes you had a piece of paper, a pen, a map and a dream — and that was it.

john b could have sworn he saw you scribbling away during a plotting session in this specific pink paperback journal. it looked like any other notebook you’d use to jot down everyone’s ideas. you weren’t too good at the whole treasure hunting thing yourself but you were eager and had the right spirit so the pogues could often rely on you to scribble down anything important they might say during these sessions in which they’d bounce off eachother. this was why john b picked the book up and opened it in the first place.

once he started reading, even past realising that this was infact your diary — he just couldn’t stop.

“oh, uh…” he coughs awkwardly to an empty house when he flips it open and finds his own name in pink glitter pen, hearts and swirls galore. you hadn’t exactly been subtle about your attractions towards your older step brother— never missing an opportunity to bat your lashes up at him, touch his chest whilst you’re talking to him, even find a way to sit on his leg when there was just no other room — but for the most part he assumed you were just teasing in your own cruel way. passing the time, so to speak. he wasn’t expecting this.

his eyes continue to flit from word to word, each more graphic than the last until he’s stumbling across full descriptions, day to day on what you’d do to him, moreso what you’d let him do to you.

‘john b was so frustrated today. he needs me, i know he does. he has that look in his eye! that super frustrated one that looks all tired and irritated and unlike himself. he’s usually so warm and comforting but today he looked like he was gonna snap. i thought he might finally march over and bend me over… a girl can dream i guess :( when i finallyyyyy got some alone time i spent it grinding against my pillow, wanting him to come in and catch me. i wonder if he heard the bed moving… if he hears me moaning… i don’t wanna be a virgin anymore, need john b to come and break me in :( ♡’

the more he reads, the harder he gets against his shorts— sighing out his nose, blinking in discomfort as he adjusts himself. he looks around, knowing you were at the beach with kiara but still feeling paranoid. it’s one thing to have such dirty thoughts about your step-brother, but atleast they were private. john b gets caught reading them? he’s the bad guy.

he tells himself it’s not you doing this to him. it was simply his anatomy betraying him. he couldn’t help how his body reacts.

he feels dirty when the tip of his cock grazes the pages, now sat on the edge of your bed like he could jump up at any minute given the sound of the front door closing. he’s turned the page, landing on a particular fantasy that had his hand moving and cock leaking before he could dare to question the morality of it all.

‘john b looked so good today :( i love when he bosses me around all big brother like ♡ he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, it’s like second nature for him to look after me. wanted to sit between his legs and make out with his dick :( i bet it’s so pretty and i know it’s big cos sometimes he doesn’t wear boxers under his pants and i see it swinging it around. wanna suckle on it whilst he tells me im a good girl like he did that one time when i was sad. his voice just gets me so wet, can’t stop humping everything n rubbing my clit whenever he leaves the room. i’m like an animal and im not even ashamed anymore. i need him :(’

the brunette groans as he squeezes his eyes shut, fisting and twisting the way he imagines your smaller hand to— inexperienced yet with a feverish hunger to please and a vast knowledge of sex which he could only imagine was learnt through word of mouth and porn. god, the thought of his sweet little step sister sprawled on her back, legs splayed open — pawing at her glossy cunt as she scrolls to find the perfect porn video. it was enough to send john b mad.

he wondered if you tried to find pornstars that looked like him, or if you just used your imagination for that part. john b liked to think himself a humble man, but in the throes of his passion he couldn’t help but accept the warm embrace of the ego trip the thought gave him.

“oh fuck, so wrong — so fucking wrong—” he strains, feeling that burning hot twisting in his stomach as that familiar feeling overcomes him. he clearly hadn’t thought this through, before when he opens his eyes once more — he’s covered your delicately decorated page containing your fantasies with his white hot sticky syrup. “ohhhh god. oh no.” he hums, eyes widening slightly.

yet there was no time to act— for as soon as he’d realised, he could hear the jangling of your keys and your familiar giggles as you lead your new-ish friend into the chateau, probably moments away from singing out his name, wondering if he’s home. he slams the book shut and he’s sure it oozes from the edges of the page— stuffs it back beneath the pile of clothes on your chair where he found it and makes quick work of tucking his deflating cock back into his pants.

john b fears he might be in big trouble.

[froggibus]

Mario Kart - AMAB! Venture

Pairing: amab! Sloan Cameron x fem! reader (reader has a pussy + uses fem pronouns)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: frustrated at always losing to you in Mario Kart, Sloan comes up with an obstacle to give themselves a winning chance

CW: fem! reader, AMAB! Venture, mario kart 8 on wii u, cockwarming, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your wily), creampie, edging, teasing, some banter, multiple orgasms, kinda overstim if you squint

this is part of my Summer Suntacular event, come check it out!

for everyone who liked sex rocks & requested more ven smut that i've yet to do ^.^ i swear i'll get to your requests soon

“No way, you have to be cheating.”

You roll your eyes at Sloan’s accusation. “That, or you just suck.” 

Sloan drops the wiimote on the couch and rises to their feet, stretching their arms high above their head. Despite being inside in the air conditioning, sweat glistens on their neck and drips beneath their tight tank top. 

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You shift your gaze away from their golden, sweaty skin, and instead focus on the TV displaying your fourth consecutive Mario Kart win.

It’s a sweltering day outside, and though your original plan was to go to the beach, neither of you wanted to suffer the heat of the day and instead opted to stay in and play games. It had been Sloan’s idea to pull out their old Nintendo Wii and play Mario Kart, though judging by the annoyance on their face, you wouldn’t be surprised if they regretted it.

Sloan finishes stretching and slumps on the couch next to you. Their top rides up their stomach, showing the delicious stripe of skin between their cargo shorts and their tank. They grab their remote once more, the fresh scent of their deodorant wafting through the air.

“Fifth times a charm?” You tilt your head to the side.

“Why don’t we raise the stakes?”

“What do you propose?”

They smirk, and you’re immediately trepidatious. That specific toothy grin is never an indication of anything good—it's usually how you end up stealing from an artefact hoarder, or running from the police.

They run their hand up your thigh, the fabric of your shorts bunching up. “We need to give you an obstacle.” Their fingers trail dangerously high. “Something to impede your focus, make it a little harder for you to win. Put your skills to the test.”

Their sudden touch does nothing to sate the dryness in your mouth. You watch unblinking as their fingers get to the very top of your thigh, beginning to slide between your legs. Despite the heat, a shiver runs up your spine.

Then they pull away, shifting the fabric of their own shorts away from the growing bulge in their pants. “Or something like that,” they add sweetly.

You nearly get whiplash from how fast their tone changed from sexy seductive to classic Sloan. You take a deep breath, managing to stutter out, “w–what do you want me to do?”

They pop open the top button of their shorts, then the second, then the third. Heat courses through your veins as you watch them slowly drag their shorts down to their ankles, leaving them in just their pink heart boxers. The sweet illusion of their cute underwear is immediately shattered by the outline of their hard cock beneath them.

You swallow at the sight. “Sloan?” You ask.

They reach out and grab your Wiimote from your hand, discarding it on the couch next to them. Calloused fingers grab your wrist, guiding your palm to rub their length. You gasp in unison at the contact, at the feeling of their hard cock throbbing beneath their boxers.

They leave your hand there, dipping their own palm between your legs to cup your pussy. They’ve barely touched you but you’re already soaked. Their eyes meet yours, a mischievous glimmer telling you that they can feel how badly you want them.

Sloan’s smirk returns. “Why don’t you sit on my cock while we play? Keep it nice and warm?”

The heat pumping through you grows nearly unbearable, your panties undoubtedly ruined by their words and the soft stroke of their fingers on your clothed clit. To have them inside of you while you play is almost a guaranteed loss, but their cock is so hard and your pussy aches to have them inside of you.

You sigh, “alright. But this doesn’t go on my Mario Kart record.”

They let out a breathy laugh at your antics before pulling their fingers away from your throbbing heat. Glistening fingers meet their soft lips, their eyes lighting up at the sweet taste of your slick. 

“Fuck,” they laugh. “If I win this round, I’m eating you out as my prize.”

The air leaves your lungs at their brazen comments. You’re so used to your awkward, nerdy partner that it always leaves your head spinning when they show their dominant side. 

Sloan hooks their fingers in the waistband of their boxes and pulls them down painfully slow. Their hard cock springs free, slapping them in the tummy and smearing shiny precum across their sweaty abs. 

They wiggle closer to the centre of the couch, patting their thighs. “Hop on, cowgirl.”

A breathy giggle escapes you at their stupid antics. You rise to your feet on shaky legs. Your pussy drools into your panties, practically begging for their big cock to fill you up. 

You’re much quicker than them to discard your bottoms, letting them fall forgotten on the floor. Sloan’s gaze stays locked on you while you strip, a low moan coming from them when you reveal your shimmering cunt. 

You slowly walk backwards, bracing your hands on the meat of their thighs as you let yourself sink down onto their lap. The tip of their cock brushes your entrance and you wrap your hand around it to help guide it in. 

It’s a bit of a stretch, walking that delicate line between pain and pleasure as it sinks inside of you. Your walls struggle to take them in, your thighs quivering with the strain. Sloan grabs your hips, digging their fingertips into your skin to help you down. 

You take them inch after inch, giving yourself only a few seconds between each length of their cock to adjust. It’s nearly a minute later that you can feel the soft skin of their thighs beneath yours and the tip of their cock brushing deep inside you. 

Sloan relaxes into the couch, slouching lazily. They grab their Wiimote and reach around your waist, pressing select on the main menu screen. Your hands are shaking when you reach for your own remote, every little move you make forcing their cock deeper inside of you. 

Yeah, you’re definitely going to lose. 

Sloan’s hot breath tickles the side of your neck, but that’s the only indication that this affects them as much as it does you. Your walls flutter around their cock while you try to pick the character, the shockwaves it sends to your brain making it near impossible to make a decision.

Sloan’s wrist presses into your stomach as they move to select Link, the sudden pressure eliciting a gasp out of you. Their cock feels so much deeper with their hand pressed against your belly, forcing you to feel how big they really are.

By the time the countdown for the first race begins, your mind is nearly blank with pleasure. It takes everything you have to remember which button does what, and even that is a struggle. 

Sloan shifts behind you, sitting up straighter just as the countdown finishes. The sudden movement leaves you breathless, the knot in your stomach threatening to come undone. Your hand leaves the remote for only a second to brace yourself, but that very second costs you the boost at the start of the race.

“Losing already?” Sloan taunts.

Your voice is unusually breathy as you say, “you wish.”

You clench down on them as much as you can, partly to throw them off, partly to ground yourself while you play. Sloan grunts and rocks their hips into yours once more, but the distraction is futile as you catch up. The third lap begins, and it really looks like you’re going to win.

Just as you round the last corner to the finish line, Sloan presses into your tummy once more, rolling their hips up into yours. The head of their cock presses into your sensitive, gummy walls, and you have no chance to catch your breath before your orgasm rolls over you. White hot pleasure radiates through your veins, your whole body convulsing as you cum around their cock.

The world around you fades away, the only sensations that stay with you are the bulge of their cock in your tummy and your thumb on the gas button. Sloan takes advantage of your situation, passing you at the last possible second to come in first.

They laugh triumphantly. “Looks like you came in second.”

You roll your teary eyes, though the pleasure of your orgasm is too intense for you to care much for their taunting. You sit up straight, trying to shift the angle of their cock inside of you away from your g-spot. 

The start of the second race goes about as well as the first, though your mind is left even fuzzier from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Sloan doesn’t taunt you as much this round, though every time you get close to passing them, they rock their hips into yours in warning. You don’t push them and begrudgingly take second place again.

Sloan pauses as soon as the second race is over, flopping back on the couch to catch their breath. They don’t know how they’ve managed to keep their cool for this long, but they know they won’t be able to last with your tight cunt clenching their cock so well.

“What’s wrong, Sloan?”  You ask innocently. “Can’t handle the heat?”

“Shut up.” They buck their hips, their cockhead hitting your cervix.

All the breath leaves your body and that’s when Sloan presses play on the next race. Somehow, you manage to get your bearings and take the lead almost immediately. Sloan curses over your shoulder—they know once you get into the groove, it’s nearly impossible to catch up to you.

You wiggle your hips away from theirs, leaning forward to see the tv better. You dig your thumb into the gas button and hope to god your headstart will be enough. Sloan tries to throw you off by grinding their cock into you once more, but it’s too late. 

Tremors sweep through your body, your fingers seem to vibrate against the sweat soaked remote. The back of your shirt sticks to your skin, doing little to relieve the fever radiating from your core. You’re panting, but each sharp inhale only forces you to clench harder on Sloan’s cock.

Their nails dig into your hip but the expected pain is a faraway melody. You pinch your temples in a poor attempt to force yourself back to reality, to force some of the buzzing out of your ears—but it doesn’t work.

Sloan thumbs gentle circles across your clit. “If you give up now, I’ll only brag a little.”

Liar. You’ll never hear the end of it if they win, but they’ll probably have a billboard made up if you concede. You can practically see the sign now: Y/n lost at Mario Kart because they couldn’t handle my fat cock.

No, that simply won’t do.

“No,” you repeat, “We’re going to tie.”

Sloan seems shocked by your determination, and by the twitch of their cock inside of you, a little turned on too. As they click on the final race and the camera begins to pan over the track, you slowly bounce on their cock. Gentle, miniscule bounces—not enough to drive forth your impending orgasm, but enough to sate your need to clamp down on them and never let go.

By the time the race starts, you’ve managed to soothe some of the graininess in your mind. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes but you keep your focus razor sharp. You cannot lose this race, no matter what.

You manage to take the lead right off the bat, but Sloan is hot on your tail. You can feel them clench their jaw in frustration behind you. Their face is so close to yours that the sound of their teeth grinding is near deafening. Still, you manage to ignore their chattering teeth and grinding hips and focus on the game ahead.

The second lap passes, and Sloan starts to slip. They ache to drive their cock inside of you, to bend you over this very couch and fuck the arrogance out of you. They thought this challenge would give them an advantage but they hadn’t thought of how hard it would be to concentrate with your pussy clenching down and dripping all over them.

As soon as the third lap hits, Sloan knows there’s not a chance in hell they’ll win. You’re too far ahead, and unless you stop pressing the gas entirely, your victory is assured. And then, a lightbulb.

Sloan slides forward at the same time they drive their hands into your lower tummy. They can feel all of your walls squeezing them now, their cock threatening to spill at any moment. It feels so good—but not as good as beating you will.

Sloan keeps scooching forward until they’re at the very edge of the couch and the only thing keeping you from falling is their cock and slick covered thighs. They take that as an opportunity to tighten their grip.

You cry out. “Sloan, w–what are you doing?”

They chuckle at your confusion, risking a glance at your screen. You’re starting to slip up, all you need is a little push. 

You start to round the last corner until the finish line, you’re so close you can hear the victory sound ahead. You press into the gas harder, victory is nigh, and then Sloan thrusts hard enough to send you toppling over the front of the couch.

You drop your remote to brace your hands against the floor, leaving you bent perfectly in front of them. Your pussy stays connected to their cock, giving them a deeper, fresh angle to keep pummeling into you. Sloan doesn’t slow their assault on your pussy as your hands scramble to find the remote you just dropped.

But it’s too late. You hear the telltale whistle of the finish line, and you don’t have to look to know that they’ve won. You have no time to bask in your disappointment, though. Not while Sloan is pistoning into your cunt like it’s the last time they’ll ever feel it. And with the stunt they just pulled, it might be.

They drop their remote on the couch and clench your hips tightly, using them as momentum to drive their cock forward. With you hanging off of them like this, it makes it even easier to shove their entire length inside.

Each thrust is deeper, needier, sloppier than the last. Every shift of their hips into yours sends electricity shooting through your tummy, threatening to unravel you. You curl your fingers, scratching at the floor for anything solid, anything to ground you. 

“Sloan,” you plead, though you’re not sure what you’re even asking for. “Sloan, I—”

“Fuck, I know.” They groan. Their voice is husky with need, desperation clinging to them the way it’s clung to you. “You’re so goddamn tight, So perfect to fuck my cum into.”

Their words are all it takes to send you over the edge. You convulse, each jerk of your muscles radiating warm pleasure. Your body goes limp, your face pressing against the ground, but you don’t care. You’re cumming and clenching and you’re somewhere far, far away. Somewhere where the only things in the world are your villainous, needy pussy and Sloan’s fat, hero cock.

Sloan keeps using you while you come, taking complete advantage of the hot slick spilling out of you and your tight, clenching walls. Their cock is so sensitive, so needy, they won’t last much longer—not while you’re gasping and crying out for them so pretty.

They slam their hips into yours once more, forcing their cock as deep as possible, and then they come undone. White hot ropes of cum splatter your walls, stuffing your cunt to the brim with their heat. They keep their grip around you tight, keeping you connected until they’ve spilled every last drop.

Sloan gives themself a minute to catch their breath before hoisting you back on the couch, their dick still tucked inside of you. You look up at them through tear-lined lashes and offer them a stupid, fucked out smile.

Sloan strokes your hot, sweaty cheeks and returns your smile. “I think it’s safe to say I’m the new Mario Kart champion.”

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[w0rmss]

Conner Kent x your ass

short little crack headcannons about conner being and ass man cause I can and it's funny

Also feel free to request

Tw: consensual groping ass oggling NSFW at the end will be in blue oral spanking

Enjoy and I'm sorry

Conner Kent is an ass man 10000%. He just love them. But specifically yours

He absolutely loves when you were thigh pants shorts (skirts or dresses) especially if they're short. He will go absolutely buck wild if you walk around the house in a pair of his boxers.

He can keep his hands to himself, but he's a respectful little guy cause ma kent would beat his ass if wasn't. So he ask you before he starts absolutely manhandling the fuck out of your lower cheeks. "Babe can I'm pretty pretty pretty please and grab it just a little one. Please." Hell give you puppy dog eyes too.

He will just stare at your ass all day. If you bend down. If you work out. If you squat to pick up something heavy his eyes are glued. It's better than any show or movie he could see.

NSFW

He will eat your ass all day if he could. No matter your sex he is in that. And when he says sit on his face he means sit. If he's gonna die to will be between your cheeks. He is luke a starved man.

You will need to hold the headboard while he is doing this. And don't even think about touching him. He's fine he's more focused on you. Plus he won't tell you but he's already came at least one in his pants and he's proud. Not proud enough to tell you but enough to give him a little boost.

His favourite positions are doggy or reverse cow girl cause he has the best view. He will smack them grope the giggle them he does not care as long as he gets to see and touch you as the whole time.

Hope you enjoyed

Have a wonderful day night afternoon etc

[bbyquokka]

00:05 (bc)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | bang chan x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, dom chan, pet names, exhibitionist (?), masturbation (m), some dom/sub dynamics, semi proof-read.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 1.0k ~ (1,002)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | just a small smth for @oshimee to celebrate it being our 2 yr friendversary today 🥳🩷

m.list — you can also read it on my ao3

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“god. look at you. dressed all pretty for me.” chan groans softly. he adjusts himself in his office chair, his trousers feeling a little too tight for comfort.

his hand squeezes his aching cock. a low and deep moan flutters past his lips. his eyes look at you up and down, flickering from your face, to your chest and down to your groin. his tongue licks his lips slowly, teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip.

he slouches a little in the chair, palm still squeezing and palming himself. he beckons you forward with two of his fingers. you oblige, like a puppet on a string.

you stand in front of him, gaze locked on him the whole time. it makes you both shiver with anticipation and lust.

“kneel.” you kneel in front of him. he looks down at you and groans at the sight. “that’s it. sit pretty for me, darling.” 

you sit patiently, awaiting for his next move and/or command. his head tilts to the side as he continues to eye you up and down like you're his prey. his palming becoming a little rougher and the obvious tent growing and growing with each passing second.

moans and guttural groans flutter from chans lips. they tickle your ears and make your core tingle. you shuffle a little on the spot but keep your eyes on chan.

“watch me.” his fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his trousers. he lifts his hips up slightly to pull the clothing down his thigh and lets them rest just below his knees. 

his famous black calvin klein underwear hugs him tightly, straining at the groan. you can see his cock visibly twitch from time to time as chan palms himself, occasionally wrapping his hand around his clothed length and very slowly stroking himself.

“that’s it. keep watching me, pretty.” your eyes flicker from his face to his hands to his cock. chan’s eyes are half lidded and hazy, lips slightly parted to let his moans freefall past his lips. 

his body tingles with excitement. his stomach bubbles with lust. he feels like he is about to burst from how excited he is and having you watch him just heightens everything for him.

“i love it when you watch me, yn. just having your pretty eyes on me makes me so fucking excited.” he growls, hand roughly squeezing his cock which causes him to moan.

his legs widen. his thighs visible tensing. you ball your hands up into small fists, your nails digging into the palm of your hand. you want to touch. you want to feel. you want to feel the heat radiating from his penis. you want to hear him succumb to you. those moans and groans you're so used to hearing are an indication that he is melting because of you and you need to hear them.

chan lifts his hips up once again to pull down his boxer shorts. they join his trousers as chan stutters a little. his penis bounces out of their restraints. the room is hot to you but to chan (specifically his penis) it's cool which causes him to groan a little.

his cock is thick and veiny. the tip is a beautiful red and glistening with pre-cum. it throbs involuntarily from time to time. as you gaze at his thick cock, chan's hand comes into vision to wrap around his base.

he squeezes it a few times, a smirk on his lips as he watches you fixate and watch. it gets him off having his loved one watch him and be well behaved. it excites him; it hungers him. it's an insatiable hunger that grows and grows to the point where he feels fear.

“come closer.” he instructs. his voice is low and hoarse from all the panting and groaning. you shuffle between his legs, head resting on his inner thigh. “good pup.” 

his free hand makes it's way into your hair. his fingers gently caresses you scalp and tangle around the strands of hair. he's gentle at first but he tugs and it's a rough tug. a tug that causes your eyes to close suddenly and pain to shoot from your scalp. 

chan smirks. he's loving this and it's evident in the way his hand is now caressing and stroking his thick cock. it's slow, languid, almost lazy, strokes at first. he wants to take his time and soak in everything around him but when he hears your soft whimpers of pain and a few tears pricking the outer corners of your eyes, his hand involuntarily speeds up.

“oh fuck… oh god–hng!!” chan's butt cheeks tense several times as he bucks into his hand. the hand that's in your hair has fallen to the base of your neck where his thumb strokes the skin.

his head is now tilted to the side, eyes shut and teeth sunken into his bottom lip. guttural moans free fall constantly from his lips and back of his throat.

“s-so good. oh fuck, yn… don't stop..” you swallow and watch him, eyes flickering from his hand to his face. his cock grows harder and hotter, balls tensing. his pre-cum free flows from his slit and is occasionally smeared on his angry head with the pad of chan's thumb.

“... close.. so close.” his eyes struggle to open to look at you. he is met with your gaze that's looking up at him. you look so innocent and sweet that he wants to taint you.

with that thought in mind, his hips buck and body tenses. you feel his thighs tense against your head. chan stuttering and moaning as ropes of cum shoot out and onto his hand and clothed covered chest, staining his clothing.

his cock twitches with each release, chan's hand slowing down and occasionally rotating at the tip to help him with his high. once calm, he hums a little and looks at you.

“eat. and make sure you don't leave a single drop behind.”