#anons in the mailbox

[cantevenbeachhere]

You should get this for Independent Barbie. I think she would rock it.

https://a.co/d/8YFkz2p

DUDE! Woooooah, my dude. This is a statement!

What do you think, Independent Barbie? You could totally rock this!

@writingsinashes

[leolithe]

Someone please ship a POM-2 to Natah/Lotus/Margulis they need to know the wonders of Kinematic Instant Messaging

The Lotus System using the KIM only to find out through first-person recounts that the Drifter fumbled 6 Hex members in a row

[wandasaura]

would Wanda or Natasha be fucking r in the cunt and then “accidentally” slip in the ass?

oh so this sooo depends! you didn’t mention a specific fic, but i think we’re all very clear on the fact that there is mean wandanat™️, and then there’s… condescending cruel wandanat™️.

condescending cruel wandanat is prime beginning stages of yail to really set the scene. expectations are firm, consequence’s are strict. whole nine yards, whole shebang. that wandanat? the wandanat that talks you up so sweetly, but they’re fingers are hammering into your cunt, their pressing into a plug that’s been stretching you all day, preparing you for this moment that they’ve allowed you to think wouldn’t come. but then natasha would get between your legs, eager and desperate to finally get a taste of you. she breaks you down. just whines and cries. she lets wanda have a turn, a taste, a piece of you. but they’re sweet. they manhandle you, but then they kiss your clit, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and ‘why are you crying, baby girl? it’s supposed to feel good, no tears’ and then nat gets out the strap, and she’s plowing you good, chest to chest, her weight keeping you grounded, her arm wrapped around your head as she keeps you tight to her and the bed somehow at the same time, all while wanda works at your nipples that natasha’s meticulously arranged to spill between how her arms hold you down so wanda doesn’t have to reach and suffer. and they’d pull the plug out, work you through it, talk you through it, shush you through it, and natasha would be so gentle, sooo condescending about how you’ve done this before, she’s taken this tight little hole, but it never seems to stretch you any tighter, it never gets any easier and you refuse to breathe for her, refuse to let your body relax, so wanda takes initiative and grabs a handful of your hair and her eyes are so green, so bright, and you don’t even realize you’ve gone limp beneath her strict attention until you’re halfway arched off the bed grappling for anything and everything that can ground you as she bottoms out in you

mean wandanat? mean wandanat doesn’t give a fuck that you’re already crying, so fucked out that you’re babbling and drooling and so out of it that you think for a single second when the strap slips out of your cunt after your fourth orgasm that your all done, that they’re finally calling it, but wanda doesn’t care to be all done when she hasn’t cum nearly enough to satisfy her own need. so she bottoms out in you with one thrust, no lube, no preparation. she knows your cunt got the strap wet enough. she knows that the way arousal drips down your thighs and your ass is helpful enough. so she laughs with natasha while you whine and writhe and try and convince her it doesn’t feel good, but by the third thirst you’re moaning louder than you were before trying to get natasha’s fingers in your mouth because you have enough sense to know only sluts let the entire neighborhood know they’re getting fucked good and well at noon on a tuesday

[quinnonimp]

LOVE how you draw Dante, that's my cutiepie manager!!

uwaa tysmm that means a ton 🥰🥰 its literally so important for me to make them cute n expressive .... heres a sketch from today as a treat

[jayswhorex]

imagine jason putting handcuffs on the reader because he's trying to eat her out and she keeps moving

-🪶

anon this exactly smth jason would do because 100% owns handcuffs solely for this reason. he's definitely not the kind of guy to ever want to put handcuffs on anybody due to his personal hate of the police but using them on his partner, he's for sure into that. jason likes having power in the bedroom and i think he especially has a thing for restring/binding his partner.

jason had you on your back, two fingers gently pumping in and out of you. soft moans & fervent grunts filled the room. your rough grip on his shoulders, while your nails dug into him. "jason please don't stop" you couldn't help but squirm from your embarrassment but also from just how good his fingers felt inside you. you couldn't help but find it difficult to not shift or dig into him. "princess, i've barely even touched you" he said with a chuckle, he knew you were sensitive but he couldn't help but laugh just a bit. he kisses the inside of your thighs in hopes of relaxing you, but that only causes you to more even more "baby please hold still" jason pleads with you, his hands gripping your thighs trying to hold you in place. you could feel your boyfriend getting more and more impatient as he hasn't even gotten the chance to taste you yet. "jay i can’t- you just feel too good"

for a brief second, he looks at you trying to figure out what he can do to make this easier for the both of you. and he quickly forms with an idea. "i'll be right back princess" you whine as he removes his fingers from you, but he only shushes you. you watch him look around your bedroom, going through a couple of drawers but finding nothing. you watch him go through the back of your closet and come out with something in his hands. "these should do" your eyes follow him in a daze, as you're still coming down from a high. you curiously watch as he lifts your hands up to the headboard & then a swift click. you look and realize he's got your hands handcuffed to the goddamn headboard.

he grips your thighs and spreads them open, he gently flicks his tongue against your tongue watching as you failed to move. "perfect, now just relax for me baby" he circles your clit with his tongue, earning those soft moans you always gave him. his tongue sunk into your folds, eliciting a gasp from your lips. jason could feel your shallow breaths becoming more heavy and that only encouraged him to quicken his pace. you feel that habitual urge to grip his hair like usual but you clearly couldn't this time. jason rough hands held onto your thighs for his dear life as his tongue thrusted in and out of you at such an eager pace. "jay please im so so so close-" and less than a second later you made quite the slick mess on his tongue. after a couple of moments of silence and heavy breaths slowing down, you finally spoke again "so can we take these things off now jay?"

"take them off? but we're just getting started baby"

[sunniques]

Hey bb ! Can you please write something about dilf! Cheol I beg 💔💔

— dilfs do it better

cw/tw: infidelity, age gap, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie

You still can’t figure out how a compliment from your boss resulted with you face down ass up in his bed. The same one he shares with his wife. Honestly, you can’t bring yourself to actually care with the way he’s thrusting his thick cock into your hot cunt.

“Fuck! Seungcheol!” You whine into the pillow you’re burying your face into.

“You have to stay quiet for me, baby,” Seungcheol groans as he smacks your bouncing ass. He slowly rubs it to soothe the sting. “Can’t have you waking up my son.”

Not after you just put him to bed and he finally gets to have you like this.

Your cream stains his cock as you keep whining into the pillow beneath you. God his cock is so big, and it stretches you out just right. The room is permeated with the smell of sex which only serves as a reminder of how long you two have been fucking. You mewl at the delicious feeling of his thick veins sliding along your velvety walls. Seungcheol fucks his dick into you harder, every thrust eliciting a loud cry out of you.

“Y-You’re so deep!” You squeal, no longer caring that you might wake up the adorable toddler you’re in charge of taking care of.

“Yeah?” Your boss laughs, drinking in the way you’ve gone dumb on his cock.

Your tight little pussy is squeezing his dick perfectly, wetting it like it hasn’t been in a long time. Seungcheol is completely entranced with you. Fuck, do you look pretty taking his cock. So fucking perfect. The sounds of skin slapping together just makes him slam his cock into you harder, eyes trained on your recoiling ass.

“Uh-huh!” A filthy gasp falls from your lips as your eyebrows knit together. “My boyfriend’s never made me feel this good.”

That comes as a nasty surprise to Seungcheol. He can’t keep the possessiveness out of his voice. “You never told me you have a boyfriend, sweetheart.”

Although learning that fact doesn’t stop the way he drills his cock into you. It’s quite the opposite, actually. You feel him getting more aggressive with his thrusts, fucking his girthy cock into you deeper than before. The way he’s filling you up has your toes curling in pleasure.

“S-Sorry,” you say, not sure why you’re apologizing when Seungcheol is the one with a whole wife and kid. “I d-didn’t think—ah!—it was important.”

Seungcheol chuckles darkly as his fingers dig into the fat of your ass. He pulls you back on his cock roughly to fuck it even deeper into your tiny hole. “He must not be enough for you, baby. Isn’t that why you’re letting me fuck this tight little pussy?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your stomach tighten up the longer he talks. You can barely give him a small nod of confirmation. He just smirks at you.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll show you how a real man fucks.”

Seungcheol’s hips don’t stop. Instead he keeps slamming into you and pushes your legs open wider to spear his cock into you deeper. The filthy actions have you clenching around him, preening and clawing the sheets beneath you.

“You like that? Fucking greedy pussy can’t get enough,” Seungcheol groans, feeling his own climax approaching. But he holds back because he needs to feel you cream on his cock first. “Need my cock filling you up, hm?”

Your hot boss has no idea just how badly you need it. His large hands continue to knead your ass, dragging his cock as far into you as physically possible.

“Yes!” You hiss through a fucked out nod. “Need it so bad. Need your cum, Cheolie!”

The cute nickname makes him go feral. He moans loudly and starts pumping his cock into you harder. Seungcheol feels fucking insane. This is undoubtedly the best sex he’s had in a long time. It’s definitley the most passionately he’s ever fucked someone. Deep down, he knows once won’t be enough. He’ll have to start fucking you regularly, maybe take you to a hotel and fuck you all weekend if you’re about it.

“Gonna cum!” You cry out wantonly, making Seungcheol groan with a smirk.

“Cum on my cock, baby. Do it for me.”

It only takes a few more toe curling thrusts to have you gushing all over your boss’s dick. You moan and cry out through the whole thing while he just keeps fucking you relentlessly. Seungcheol feels his own release coming just from seeing and hearing you experience your own pleasure. Fuck.

He hasn’t cum inside anyone in such a long time. Because of his wife’s demands, he’s been wrapping it for years now. But there’s something about you that makes him insatiable. Seungcheol just had to feel you raw. He knows he should pull out, but you’ve got a molten little pussy that’s sucking and slurping on his cock, practically dragging his cum right from his balls. Seungcheol can do nothing but groan and bury his face in your neck as he pumps his cum into you. It pulses warm and hot inside you, filling you to the brim.

“Fuck, sweetheart. There you go. Take all of my cum. Give me another baby.”

You moan and move your hips to help him fuck his cum deeper into your pulsing cunt.

“Shit. That’s it, honey. Tight little pussy was meant to be bred.”

You look back at him with a dazed smile. “It was made for you, Cheolie.”

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Yk That trend where people jump into a random persons car and hop’s on the owner in the driver seat’s lap to make their ex whether a friend or lover jealous? Well that trend but as payment as to not kick them out of their car reader requires said character to let them fuck them in response! Who would be in this situation and what way would they be fucked.

-Souya’s anon lover

I actually don't know that trend, but I like your spin on it heehee. I'll stick to tokyo rev, genshin, HSR, and BSD characters for this.

—

Who ends up bouncing on your dick right there in the car:

HANMA, Kazutora, Souya, Aether, TARTAGLIA, Dottore, Furina, Venti, Wriothesley, CAELUS, Jing Yuan, Jingliu, Nikolai, Mori, Ranpo

Who ends up getting bred in missionary/mating press in your house:

Baji, Draken, Kakucho, Rindou, MIKEY, Capitano, Baizhu, Zhongli, Scaramouche, XIAO, LYNEY, KAVEH, BLADE, Kafka, Welt Yang, Jiaoqiu, CHUUYA, Sigma, Verlaine, Fyodor

Who ends up giving you a blowjob/handjob in a public bathroom/an alley:

Chifuyu, Nahoya, Ran, Kisaki, Sanzu, Shion, GAMING, Alhaitham, Sethos, Arlecchino, Ororon, Firefly, BOOTHILL, Atsushi, Fukuzawa

[nousporix]

Thinking… thinking about Anaxa kissing your inner wrist, then trailing his lips slowly up your arm and shoulder to the crook of your neck, where he takes a moment to breathe you in, take in the rapid flutter of your pulse, before going back down on the other side, taking his time, ensuring you feel the full extent his devotion towards you with each kiss… making eye contact with you once he finishes and you can only be struck dumb by the sheer amount of devotion held in his single burning eye���

You know Anaxa is not a religious man by any means, but if this is not a form of worship, you don’t know what is.

(idk he just makes me CRAZY. Once he falls he is SO devoted to you, regardless of whether you take the creative liberty to make it a more twisted obsessive thing or not. He’s so UGHHHH I NEED TO GNAW ON HIS CALVES)

-🎻 anon

i absolutely adore the idea of anaxa rejecting the gods, yet treating you like you are the only divine being in the universe. in a polytheistic universe — both in the bubble that is amphoreus and the vast cosmos beyond the false sky — you alone are the being that he worships.

anaxa would set aside his firm beliefs if it meant he could enter your hallowed space. even for just a moment, he would do anything to bask in your presence. your smile is holy to him; the very air you breathe is considered sacred.

words alone could never do justice to how he feels about you so he pours everything he has into his kisses. the sensation alone sends your heart aflutter, but it's the look in his eye that causes goosebumps to rise on your flesh.

the burning in his eye is passionate and full of adoration, yet somehow, with his hooded gaze, it burns low. it's almost as if anaxa is restraining himself. even still, you can feel his devotion in the way his slender fingers gently grasp your jaw and tilt your head towards his. he just stares at you for a moment and something about his expression causes you to look away.

"look at me." anaxa's tone doesn't sound like he's asking, but it also doesn't sound like he's demanding, either. "look at me," he says again. this time, you realize that he's not just asking — he's pleading. you indulge him and you swear you see his eye flutter. such a simple gesture from you threatened to bring the great blasphemer to his knees.

he doesn't kiss you right away. his lips hover over yours for far too long as you two share a breath. perhaps that's why he lingers — so he can truly understand what it means to be in the presence of a god.

your breaths are shaky, uneven with anticipation. "anaxa," you whisper.

if only you knew what you were doing to him. "again." his words come out a bit strangled. his fingers feel hot against your skin. "say my name again."

you're more certain now — he's desperate for you. "anaxa," your voice comes out a bit strangled. the very sound makes your skin flush in embarrassment, but his lips part in awe. "please." it's your turn to plead with him. you look him in the eye again and he can feel your yearning for him.

how lucky is he? the only mortal to monopolize the attention and affection of someone as ethereal as you. anaxa can only hope that you can feel his yearning the way he feels yours.

the tables turn, and it's his turn to cater to you. anaxa starts by kissing your forehead. next is the space between your brows. when your eyes fall shut, he takes the opportunity to kiss your eyelids. he's savoring the moment, you realize. the next kisses are to your nose, then your cheeks. the slow and light press of lips against skin nearly sends you into a fit, your heart racing with impatience.

yet he remains determined. he skillfully avoids your lips and kisses at your neck. like always, he lingers over your pulse point, his lips never leaving your skin. you're sure he can feel the way you're slightly trembling.

perhaps it's the flutter of your heartbeat against his lips that makes anaxa take pity on you. he straightens himself and moves his hand from your jaw to your neck. his fingers simply rest on your pulse point so he can feel your desire.

finally, finally, finally — anaxa's lips press against your own. in spite of your mutual fervor, the kiss is unhurried. you radiate love while he radiates adoration. you can hear just how shaky anaxa's own breathing has become — how long has he been craving for this, you wonder.

no matter. your mind can no longer form thoughts. your body moves on its own as the kiss deepens. you pull anaxa in, bringing his body flush to yours, and his breath hitches. he hesitates for no longer than a second before allowing his greed to consume him.

your devotee's love for you is ardent; his passion burns brighter than the sun. and when he squeezes your waist, drawing a tiny sound from you, anaxa makes it his duty to show you proof of his devotion.

okay so i'm on my break rn, and this wasn't supposed to take up 40 minutes of my time, but it did. i think i'm insane. BUT i will say that this is simply a scenario in which you're aware of his feelings and reciprocate them.

i honestly would love to explore a situation in which anaxa's love is warped. the intensity wouldn't change, but what if this is all happening in his head? he adores you from afar until he can't anymore and.. imprisons you, maybe? he yaps to you in captivity about how much he loves you, how you make the titans of amphoreus look like specks by comparison.. and you just want to be free. you're not sure what image he has of you, but you want it to stop.

(good luck trying to escape, though. anaxa is far too calculating to allow even a sliver of a chance. STOCKHOLM SYNDROME WITH ANAXA RAGHHHH)

OKAY I'LL SHUT UP NOW BYEEE

[pia-nor481]

ln4 is definetely into praise. 100%. and choking, but more giving than receiving.

Most definitely. Anytime he wants to kiss (more than a peck) he’s grabbing her neck lightly to pull her in, only applying light pressure to give her the weightless feeling. Or when he’s fucking her from the back, looking in a mirror, he’s reaching his hand around to grasp her neck, pulling her up so his chest is pressed against her back, watching as her eyes roll back, gasping for air. It brings him so close to the edge that he has to slow down. He does however like to be choked every now and then. Making when she’s riding him, her hands could be resting on his shoulders or chest and his hands will leave her hips or ass to grasp her wrists, pulling them to rest on his neck, she needs both hands to cover his skin. He loves felling her press down slightly for a little bit of support, the intimacy and trust makes him groan and maybe even whimper. Or when she’s riding his face, that’s one of his favourite things and he will always say yes.

As for praise he loves it, in all forms. When he’s dominant he’s loves giving “so perfect for me.” “You feel so good, Love.” “That’s it, good girl.” He gets off on seeing her reaction to such words. He also adores being told he doing things right. “Fuck, Lando, so close.”, “Yes, just like that.” “Fucking me so well.” It doesn’t matter whether he’s subbing or not, he just loves getting praised. He MUST hear his name, he needs to know who is making her feel so good. Let’s not forget his fondness of body worship. He works so hard to maintain his figure so he needs to hear how good he looks, how his body makes her feel.

[bouqette]

pssst psssssst pssssssttttttt wip wip

send an ask and i’ll share a wip of mine !

hi romrom ⭐️ ask and you shall receive!! here’s a best friend’s older sister!vi wip that’s been sitting in my drafts since january

vi was pretty.

quite possibly the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. 

her sharp features and spiky pink hair were a statement of its own, but no picture could capture the softness in her blue eyes, or the delicate curve of her heart shaped lips. vi was pretty, even more so as she stood in front of you right now, cheeks flushed red, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead. pretty, with freckles littered across her abs, leaning against the doorframe with her jersey slung over her shoulder.

“jinx, turn that music down before i—” vi trailed off when her eyes fell upon you.

you, sitting there all prettily on her sister’s bed, legs folded in a criss cross pattern, forcing your skirt dangerously high up your thigh. vi swore she wasn’t looking on purpose, but from her angle, she was able to catch the smallest glimpse of the pink underwear you were wearing.

she vaguely recalled her sister mentioning something about inviting a friend over, and spotting an unfamiliar pair of shoes by the door, but vi didn’t give it a second thought—she never cared about who jinx brought home.

that was, until now.

it would take years for her to admit it, but you were her first crush.

[eddiesxangel]

hi im back :p (i sent the muncher eddie anon pls ignore this if u dont wanna do this<3)

muncher munson eating it from the back and like having a tight fucking grip on her thighs omg?? 😵‍💫

WHO SAID THAT WHAT

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD YES OK OK OK

Your head is pressed so far into the matress your cringing your neck and it hurts but you pay no mind because Eddie has you propped up on your knees, all spread out and he is DEVOURING you. His nose pressed into your ass as he tongue fucks you.

Your moans are muffled by the plush pillows your face is stuffed into. A wet patch is forming on it from your drool. Your eyes a rolled back and your in absolute heaven.

Eddie’s hot wet tongue runs up your soaked slit. You feel him main into you also blissed out by your taste and the vibrations send you into a tail spin. He breaths you on as his face is drawn to your pussy like a magnet.

“Mmmmm that’s my good girl. Give it all to me baby” he encourages as your mains rip from your throat.

Nothing pleases him more than to hear you blissed out because of him.

You’re so close, you feel it building up more and more until you break. Eddie feels you quivering beneath him. Your legs almost give out as your body shakes with ecstasy.

You feel a slap on your ass

“Such a good job for me”

[cantevenbeachhere]

Barbies all over Barbieland are disappearing! What do we do Ken?

WAIT WHAT?! WHAT WHAT WHAT?!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THWYRE DISAPPEARING???!!!

[b1rds3ye]

AAAA i loved that 141 + masked reader one!! omg you're filling my head with mask ideas now...

what if reader had one of those LED masks that showed different facial expressions? just walking around going ":D" ":]" "^-^" "?" ">:(" as a substitute of their real expressions. omfg imagine them coming back from a mission and price is praising them on their work or smth and they just hit him with the "uwu"

I'm glad so many people are liking the prompt, I had a lot of fun with it too!! This is very much giving me Watch Dogs 2 Wrench but also Rina Tennoji omg there are so many legendary masked characters-

The rest of the 141 were confused at first. While the mask provided anonymity, there was also the benefit of hiding facial information to an enemy. But now with these LEDs your emotions could be read like an open book, but ultimately they found it endearing.

Soap in particular loves your mask. Johnny loves surprising you to generate "!"s over the eyes and finds himself smiling every time your mask switches to a new emotion. As demolition expert, he prides himself over the one time he got you so riled up that an error message flashed across your mask. He's also genuinely curious about the mask and will gladly try to help if there are any technical difficulties or if you want a hardware upgrade. He's also the most unnerved out of the 141 if you ever turn the LEDs off, immediately by your side to comfort you as he can no longer read your mood.

Gaz doesn't often provoke you but he does find himself snickering whenever your expressions change from others. It's also an easy way for Kyle to keep track of how you're feeling, even when no one's around your mask automatically goes ";-;" when you're feeling down and he'll check up on you. Whenever he does make a joke though, he's immediately looking to your mask to see if someone will appreciate his humour. He also wishes you turned off your mask more during missions, the little angry face your mask makes isn't intimidating in the slightest and he can't risk getting distracted cooing over you during an op.

Ghost is very curious. Your own mask has him wondering if his own needs a bit of an upgrade - perhaps an LED skull mask with a moving lower jaw. Simon's heart warms up a bit at how you've picked a mask that's still so comically expressive, he enjoys interacting with someone that's so upfront with their emotions. He won't admit it but he finds it cute how your mask goes "-_-" whenever he says one of his horrendous "military humour" jokes. He's considerate of your mask and ensures that there is no water or liquids nearby.

Price's first concern was practicality (how the hell were you going to use night-vision?) but once the mask seems to work without a hitch, he now checks on your mask to not only gauge your mood but as a visual indicator of the overall atmosphere among the rest of the task force. You're now his favourite person to praise. He doesn't give it freely of course, but most of his subordinates will try to hide their smiles as they glow under his praise as they keep up their tough soldier persona. You though? The sudden "! o !" and then consequential "^_^" as you walk away with a hop in your step is probably the sweetest thing he's seen in his entire military career.

It's all fun and games until you turn off the LEDs - usually done in dark/covert missions or when you're interrogating the enemy. That's when you're truly unreadable, a masked terror. As you eliminate enemies in close combat the last thing they will see is their own face contorted into absolute terror as it is faintly reflected like a memory against the bottomless darkness of your visor.

Masked Reader Masterlist Call of Duty Masterlist

[wandasaura]

what differences does r experience when sitting on wandanat’s faces respectively?

natasha doesn’t have you sit on her face often. she prefers having you sprawled out on your back, legs spread, hands above your head not because they’re bound, but because you just know her rules already. you know her expectations and you always start out aiming to please. until you can’t that is. until you don’t recognize your legs closing around her head, and your hands in her hair pulling her closer to your core. you beg at that point. it’s either approaching orgasm three or on the way to building the forth when you break, bubbling with pleas for reprieve, for compassion. natasha likes having you on your back. she likes watching your tits, grabbing them, squeezing them. natasha likes to press them together, higher and higher and higher until she thinks you may suffocate. until she’s tongue deep between your thighs, fucking you dumb with her eyes fixed on you, wondering how many orgasms it would take to get you so dumb, so out of it, that you don’t even remember that picking your head up is the only way you’ll find air. sometimes she thinks she should try it. make you understand what it’s like to be so suffocatingly enthralled by your beauty and your body. but it’s the leading reason why she fucking hates having you on her face. she tries to be nice. she really does. her hands always start out on your hips, setting a pace, showing you how, but then they wander, and they travel, and she knows it’s hard for you to take the pleasure she’s giving you when she finally locks in on your tits and grabs them between calloused palms. she knows the second her hands grab your tits, it’s like an anchors been thrown overboard, tethered to your body. she can’t help but to make it worse. pull you down harder with leverage you can never seem to flip on her. natasha grinds you against her face hard. nose bumping your clit, tongue assaulting every inch of your core and arousal, hands so tightly clenched around your sensitive flesh that come hours later there are marks of her fingers so clearly on your skin. you definitely tap out for like two days anytime natasha gets you on her face.

wanda loves having you on her face. she loves feeling your weight on her, she loves being so up close and personal with your pussy, she looooves having ample reason and motivation to hold your hips, grab them, guide them. she loves squeezing squeezing squeezing until you’re wincing, hands braced on her wrists with tears in your eyes as you squirm and thrash on he tongue and try to get away from the dull aching pain she’s creating in your bones. she digs her nails into your thighs, scratches them to hell until you’re red and marked and desperate, and then she goes feral. she grabs your hips again, not a damn thought on your boobs, on controlling you, subduing you until the pleasure is too much. she wants you wild, electrified, light. she works you against her face fast, but the only pressure you find is the amount that you work to give yourself, and she’s moving to fast to find anything deep or substantial, so it’s her pace that you have to focus on, and ground yourself to.

[zommblez]

Also I NEED ur version of three I beg you

-📌🎙

this actually gives me a great opportunity to post these old sketches i did agessss ago i just never posted :3 [sorry my design for Three is kinda boring i dont have many ideas on a design but i have a lot of thoughts about how they act n stuff :o]

im also gonna ramble about my personal headcannons for Three :3

their voice sounds super garbled and weird almost computer-y and distorted i imagine like Scag from regretivator or Gaster from undertale like this:

they have a habit/ vocal stim of repeating words in lots of 3s [kinda shown in the drawing of them talking to Gaty] they also have a nervous habit of digging their claws into their skin when stressed out, i also think they struggle with bright lights and stuff and prefer to be in the dark theyre actually very nice and friendly they dont mean to be unsettling or creepy thats literally just how they are

[sunniques]

YESSS, like exbf!cheol who still can't move on and is like jealous and possessive like some psycho/crazy things yk

-⛈️

— you belong to me

cw/tw: cheating, possessiveness, fingering, recording during sex, unprotected sex, creampie

“It’s not serious between you and him, is it?”

Seungcheol’s breath is hot against your ear, and you can’t answer him. Your head is swimming and clouded with pleasure. The front of your shorts are unbuttoned, allowing your ex to freely rub soft circles on your clit.

“Of course it’s not,” Seungcheol growls, fingers slowly circling your puffy bundle of nerves. “That’s why you’re letting me play with your pussy. You know it still belongs to me.”

You hate that all you can do is moan when his fingers finally dip inside your hot cunt. Immediately, he finds the soft spot inside you that has you keening against him. His cock throbs against your ass as you writhe in pleasure, gasping out his name like a mantra.

“You’ll let me slip inside, right, baby?” Seungcheol licks his lips as his fingers massage your wet walls. “Let me fuck you like you deserve?”

You feel like such a slut when you nod, hips grinding into his hand desperately. Your boyfriend doesn’t deserve what you’re doing to him, but you’re powerless against Seungcheol. Admittedly, he was the best sex you’ve ever had. He just knows your body. Knows exactly what you like and what you need.

That’s why you let him get you naked and pound you into the mattress, raw. Seungcheol groans in delight as he fucks his thick cock deeper into your spasming cunt. He’s so rough and possessive with his movements, eager to show you that no one can do it like he does. Not that you need a reminder. As much as you like your boyfriend, he doesn’t come close to your ravenous ex. It’s the reason why you still don’t let him go raw any time you two fuck.

“Missed your tight little pussy,” Seungcheol pulls your body closer, hips snapping. “Missed you, angel.”

You cry out loudly when his leaking tip slams against your g-spot, “F-Fuck, Cheolie. I’m gonna cum!”

Seungcheol presses your body closer to him and starts to plant wet kisses on your neck, making sure to leave dark marks in his wake. Letting you go is his biggest mistake and regret, but he’s already taking steps to rectify that.

“Yeah? Do it, baby. Make a mess all over my cock,” Seungcheol encourages you as he continues to spear you open. “I can tell your little boyfriend isn’t satisfying you like you deserve. Isn’t that, right?”

You shake your head, pussy clamping down on him as he pushes you closer to the edge. “No. He never does.”

Seungcheol smirks into the camera you help him set up. Really, it’s so funny how that pathetic guy thought he could compare to him, the love of your life. It only takes one more sharp thrust for you to gush all over his throbbing cock, covering him and his pelvis with your orgasm. As always, he fucks you through it, loving how you’re moaning his name. It always sounds so sweet falling from your lips.

“Cum inside me, Cheolie!” You cry out cutely, making him fuck you harder. “I need to feel you!”

This is only part of the reason he loves you so much. You’re just as desperate for him as he is for you. Seungcheol has never been one to deny you anything, so he quickly empties his balls inside you, fucking his cum deeper into your tight little cunt. He groans your name into your skin, hips never stopping.

You’re both sated and satisfied by the end, and your ex reaches for his phone after he slips out of you. The sight of his cum dripping from your gaping hole is one he’ll never get enough of, and he thinks this will be enough to finally show your stupid little boyfriend who you really belong to.