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The mischief behind those eyes. .. he figured it outt ...

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Coming out as a soukoku shipper 😔 I love them

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keep listening to the voices

“—Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming, ‘donna.”

“Today was really stressful for him, so he was happy to finally just find peace in you. But in those thigh highs you were wearing, he took it way too literally. .”

Tags: Dazai Osamu / afab! Reader, slight chubby! Reader, thicc thighs, feral! Dazai, rough sex, oral (afab! recieving), dacryphilia, fingering, praising kink, degrading kink, overstimulation, pet names, might contain grammar errors, kinda rushed, kinda cringe?, jus’ a drabble, etc.

Notes: Damn, y’all really are encouraging my voices, aren’t you? Filthy fucks. . .(enjoy anyway lmao)

There are rare days where Dazai actually does his work, which is usually a lot, in those days, he returns home annoyed and stressed. Another thing is, that he seeks your comfort. But this time, he changed his plans.

Why? You should know, seriously. Since you’re kinda chubby, you have thick thighs. The thighs that Dazai loves so much, especially when they’re in thigh highs. The reason’s pretty obvious, he loves how the slightly flow over them.

Whenever you’re in those, he either eats you out or fucks you really good. Bonus if you wear his shirt without anything but panties. But what if you combine those with a stressed Dazai? Well, you can find out yourself.

Right after he came through that door, looking for you, and saw you in his shirt and thigh highs? He absolutely lost control and became feral. So instead of just either eating you out or fuck you rough, he combined those too.

Ever since he came home, he already ate you out once, but didn’t stop after that. Dazai kept on going as if he starved himself. “. . Ah! D–dazai, please. .”, you whimpered for him to hear, he lifted his head to smirk at you. “Y’know, if you keep moaning my name like this I won’t stop anytime soon, ‘donna.”, Dazai teased you before returning to your wet folds. You threw your head back as his warm breath hit your cunt, you covered your mouth to refrain any further moan. He didn’t like that, to say the least.

As an solution, Dazai lifted himself slightly once more to level your thighs, looking at them as he gently kissed them. Those kisses turned into gentle bites, especially on places where he knew you were sensitive.

Still no sound coming from you, he just got back to your pussy, this time, he replaced his tongue with his talented fingers. With those fingers, he reached your sweet spot, the spot that always made you reach high notes. “. .F–fuck!”, you muttered under your breath, loud enough for him to hear.

“There we go,”, Dazai claimed proudly. You tried to muffle your moans again, but this, Dazai didn’t let you. As he started to finger you more aggressively, hitting your spot perfectly. That’s when your noises were being heard again, also when your second orgasm came.

While you tried to calm down from all this overstimulation, Dazai already has got to take you. Your eyes flew open as you felt him inside of your cunt, feeling the overstimulation again. He immediately started to pound into you, but not really gentle either.

You could really tell he had a shitty day, Dazai was grunting under his breaths, his grip on your hips hardened to probably leave some marks on it later on. “S–so good for me. . Such a good slut f’me, aren’t you, princess?”, Dazai slurred panting.

“O–osamu, please— ah!. .sensitive!”, you tried to tell him but he didn’t really listen to your whines. “Just b–be quiet. . ,”, left his grunting mouth, “. .Wrap your legs around me, now.”, he ordered you. When your legs wrapped around his waist, he hit deeper inside of you because of the new position.

With this new angle, you were moaning louder than before, which made Dazai even more aggressive with his pounding. “That’s right, let everyone know h–how good I fuck you— s–shit. .”, you felt your next high arriving, your cunt made that clear.

Before you even knew it, it already washed over you and you gushed over his cock. But Dazai didn’t stop, his thrusts got even rougher than before, his tip bullying your spot repeatedly, everything felt so intense at this moment.

Dazai didn’t show any signs of stopping right now, this would be your forth orgasm. At this intense overstimulation, you felt tears threatening to spill out, they eventually did fall after a few thrusts. This just made him chuckle. “Aw, I didn’t e–even cum once but you’re crying already? What a–a greedy whore. .”

“. .‘m s–sorry, ‘Samu. .”, you slurred, not really able to tell whole sentences. “It’s a–alright, princess. .just keep taking me s–so good,”, praised you after, honestly, he found it cute how you were sobbing because of his cock. Soon, Dazai could tell he was growing close, and your fourth orgasm would be approach too.

Then, he finally came, right inside of you. You came around his cock, some flowing out around it. “. .Hah, would you look at that?”, Dazai panted while looking down on the mess you both made on your sheets. Dazai first pulled out before pushing the load back into your hole with his fingers.

“—Hm, this isn’t enough for me. .how about round five, bella?”

This is an 50/50 for me. .

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RAAAAAAAAH idk if this counts as an ask but this specific scenario has been marinating in my mind for WEEKS and i think you might enjoy it :3c

to put it shortly ive been thinking of hot-headed reader who has trouble containing their temper (im not projecting whar do you mean) x chuuya (established relationship) that goes from angst to smut…. teehee

basically chuuya and reader begin arguing bc i hc that EVEN THOUGH CHUUYA IS EXTREMELY LOYAL AND DOTING TO THE ONES HE CARES ABOUT…. his temper often gets the best of him. Recently, chuuya had been very busy, and reader knew that, and continuously made an effort to help him in whatever ways they could, be it making dinner/lunch for him, offering to help with paperwork, etc. BUT thing is.. chuuya isn't really noticing this and treats them like a nuisance. He hasn't said anything outright insulting or upsetting, but he treats reader so differently, like he's silently blaming reader for his own temper and mood. He doesn't even call them by their nickname/petname anymore, everything feels so distant now.

So in an attempt to yk, NOT give up on their relationship, reader decides to confront chuuya about this in a calm manner, but he blindly lashes out and reader is NOT having ANY of it… cue a petty back and forth between him and reader, and reader gets out of the house to cool off and meanwhile chuuya finally comes to his senses. He tries to reason with reader when they come back, but they end up doing exactly what chuuya did to them, dismissing him and not accepting any form of half-assed apology. and so,,,,,, chuuya tries to make it up to reader,,,, if ikwym :3c

cue chuuya eating out reader like his life depends on it /jjj ((THIS IS SO LONG LMAO IM LITERALLY SOSORRY))

"You're not getting tired of me, are you?" // C. Nakahara

Summary. Recently, Chuuya has been kinda distant lately, mostly due to his work. This also resulted into you mostly overthinking— what if he isn't at the office all the time just like says? With this thought at the back of your mind, you tried to make an effort to be nice and caring as possible, only for Chuuya to decline the food you make him, denying any help you offer and barely spending time, which made the thoughts even more scary. When you can't take it anymore, you snap, at first he didn't get what your problem was until he thought about your earlier attempts. Now driven with guilt, Chuuya wants to assure you're the most important thing to him and makes up for his actions in the process.

Tags. Chuuya N. / afab! Reader, the summary pretty much already tells the story, angst to smut to fluff maybe, miscommunication, Reader prolly has anxiety, swearing, ooc! Chuuya, suspicions of cheating, Chuuya didn't notice at first but it's okay he'll make it up by licking pussy ^_^, might be cringe, short too idk, Reader might be KINDAAA based off me, petnames (baby, doll, darlin', sweetheart), oral sex (afab! receiving), praising, overstimulation? , p in v, who knows maybe i fucked up the ask and wrote smth else, for the first time ever porn WITH plot, might have a rushed end, might contain grammar errors, etc.

"Hey, Chuuya, wanna eat? I made your favorite!", you said with a nervous tone painted in your voice, which Chuuya didn't really notice. "No, baby, I can't. Sorry, maybe next time?", he answered without even exchanging looks with you, just doing his paperwork as if it was more important to him. It's been like this for several days already and you did nothing but trying to help Chuuya to make things easier, but he didn't budge. You slowly started to get annoyed and just walked away to eat by yourself, silently.

With all kind of negative thoughts which caused you to overthink. These "thoughts" didn't leave you alone since he's become more distant. What if he's losing interest? What if he's not always late in the office? Am I annoying him and a burden? After you finished eating, you just put his plate into the fridge and sat alone in your living room. Some while later, Chuuya came to see you for a few minutes before returning to work. He tired hugging you but you rejected it. Confused, he looks at you before asking. "What's wrong, doll?", did he seriously just ask you that? After pushing away for the— what? The millionth time for his work? At this innocent question you snapped, well, not really but you were beyond pissed.

When Chuuya told you that he was probably busy for the next days, you understood, at first. Knowing Chuuya, he could make some time for you in between, right? He was your really loyal, sweet and loving boyfriend, caring was he too, of course Chuuya should be able to make atleast a little time. And to his credit, he did, at first. He took breaks in which he spent time with you, cooking your food with you, and also other activities you guys normally do. But with time, Chuuya got more and more work and spent less and less time with you. You also understood at first, and trying to be a good girlfriend, you tried to take some work off his back by doing some paperwork with him, only to deny you. Don't get Chuuya wrong, he appreciated it, but he'd rather do it himself. You understood, leaving him be, but then he started to work late, staying behind in the office. That's when you started to overthink a little. You really didn't want to let you thoughts get to you, Chuuya is loyal and so loving he would never, right? Why was he even staying so late in the first place? Was it because you constantly asked him to help to the point he wanted to work in the office at work? These thoughts would slowly consume you later on, and instead of speaking with Chuuya about it, you kept it to yourself, you didn't want to annoy him anyways. It's been 3 days later and he didn't even say a single word to you, just work, work, work. Were you even Chuuya's top priority at this point? You just let him distance himself, in hope of him noticing your presence. All this did was make the situation worse, to the point where you cried yourself to sleep at night feeling unwanted. Did Chuuya finally notice? No, his head is still drowned in paperwork. "Chuuya, do you have time right now?" — "No. Go do something else, doll, I still have work left." His tone had some harshness to it, a hint of annoyance too. But maybe it was because of the stress because of work. "I could help him maybe.", you told yourself, you don't want him to overwork himself, has he even eaten today? "Well, maybe I could help with the paper—" — "You can't, so please go. I still have a lot left." — "But I could—" — "Just go, I'm busy. I can't really talk with you 'cause you're gonna distract me." What a reason, but you can't let him push you away now, can you? "Chuuya, please, I just wanna help you—" — "Just leave me the hell alone and do something else. Look, I love you for trying, I don't need your help the only this you're doing right now is distracting me." "If you say so." Was all you said before leaving his home office without saying another word.

That was the last time you talked to him during these days, but today, was the day you finally snapped at him for pushing you away all these days. And for what did he push you away? For trying to be nice and take some shit off his back? "What's wrong?! What's wrong is that you pushed me away for— what? A week and a half?!", you explained with anger behind your voice, which Chuuya wasn't familiar with. "Doll, I didn't push you away—", before he could speak you went on. "Stop with the bullshit. Whenever I tried helping with anything you always denied me! I can't do this anymore.", you said with a crack in your voice, now Chuuya slowly got pissed too, was it his fault for having an asshole of a boss?

"Do you think I want to do this? Who in the hell would participate in such work as a fucking joke?!", he said rather louder than you. "Your damn work seems to be more important that me, when was the last time you looked me in my face?", you stood up from the couch. "You wouldn't even know what to do!", "I could've if you took some fucking time to explain!", you shouted back, this is where Chuuya might have lost his temper. "Why the hell should I? You won't even understand when I tell you to leave! I'm sorry if the world doesn't fucking revolve around you, some people have other priorities?!", his voice got angrier and louder.

"Appearently I'm not your first priority, which is what I'm supposed to be?! I just wanted to spend time with you, but if I'm so fucking 'distracting' then I'll leave!", "Oh, so now you can take a damn hint?", he called after you tried to walk away. "What?", you stopped and turned around to face him. "Fuck you, then. I'm done, go do your work which is more important to me! All I was doing was to try—", "I don't give a fuck if you were "trying" shit! Just fucking don't because it won't matter anyway all you're being is annoying and desperate.", Chuuya shouted at you.

"So I'm annoying you now?", you said, your voice going quieter. "Yeah, with the way you were constantly up in my shit. You're not the most important thing right now, just stop trying to stress me more than you already are.", when he said that, you were facing the floor, fighting back the angry tears that were building up. "Alright, go do your work. I'll leave you to it.", you muttered, walking towards your door to take a walk. Chuuya just tsk'ed and went back to his room. It was quiet in the apartment, Chuuya was working on some papers left when he thought about your earlier argument. Wondering why you started it, he thought about what you said and slowly realized that what you said was true. He has gotten more distant, he was a little rude to you about leaving him alone and barely paid you and your attempts to help attention.

Knowing he probably fucked up in those past days, hurting your feelings and calling you 'annoying and desperate' probably caused the biggest guilt he ever experienced. Chuuya tried calling you but you hung up instantly. Okay, reasonable. The second time he called you took you're time to pick up. "Hey, baby—", "What do you want?", you asked coldly. "I thought you wanted to be left alone.", Chuuya could hear the pain in your voice. "Look, darling, you know I didn't mean what I said. It was the stress—", you really didn't wanna hear him right now, especially his excuses. "Sorry, Chuuya but I don't really wanna talk right now, since I'm annoying you anyways, talk to you later.", before getting another word out, you hung up. Chuuya just took deep sigh and thought of ways to apologize and make it up to you.

You first left at 6pm but returned at 8pm, you were a little tired after walking a lot so you looked forward to lay in your shared bed, alone again probably. You changed into Chuuya's shirt just like you have been these last several days for some missing closure, not forgetting your shorts before you sat on the bed to be on your phone. Not even five minutes later, the door creaked open, revealing Chuuya with a guilt driven face. "What?, you asked him once again. "Can we talk, please?", you just stared at him before nodding. He sat down on the bed, patting the space next to him, you moved to the edge of the bed to sit down next to him.

"I'm sorry,", Chuuya started. "I'm sorry for neglecting you these past days, didn't mean to make you feel like a burden.", "So you finally got the hint?", you ask sarcastically. "Baby, I mean it. I shouldn't have priotized my work over you and pushed you away during it. I never wanted to feel unimportant.", he held your hand now, gently caressing it. "The stress made me act this way probably and i shouldn't have lashed out at you. You forgive me?", your gaze was still as cold. Chuuya just pulled you close to him, finally after a week, this made you realize that you missed him more than you thought.

Chuuya stroked your back, kissing your forehead first, then your cheeks, and lastly, your lips— those lips he hasn't kissed for something which felt like an eternity. He just wanted to make it up to you one way or another. "Lay down, dollface, wanna make you feel good.", Chuuya said to you while he was holding your chin. "I haven't fully forgiven you yet, y'know that, right?", looking away while you said this, Chuuya just had to chuckle. "You're gonna when I'm done with you, trust me.", you rolled your eyes and just laid back like he wanted. Chuuya moved himself between your legs, removing the shorts and panties blocking his path and letting your legs hang over his shoulders.

"No need to tense up, pretty, jus' relax,", he whispered, pressing kisses to your thighs, never breaking eye contact. Those kisses started to get closer and closer to your cunt, which was waiting for his tongue. Once his mouth got to it's destination, Chuuya started his work. He ate you out like his life depended on it, but he made sure he won't make a big mess. You where quietly moaning, trying to not be heard by him. "Why so quiet, sweetheart?", he lightly teased, you just looked away again. "C'mon, look at me. I wanna make you feel good, remember that?", you looked back at him, your cheeks were slightly flushed and lust was filled in your eyes. Chuuya dived back in and kept his eye contact with you, looking at you while you try to bite down your moans. This only made him suck on your clit, which also broke your silence.

It didn't take long for you to finish with Chuuya looking at you while pleasuring you. As you came on his tongue, still breathing unsteady, Chuuya got up between your legs. "You're so perfect like this, darlin'.", he whispered before kissing you, you could loosely taste yourself on his tongue. While he was kissing you, he freed his cock out of his pants. Chuuya stopped kissing you for a second to insert his dick inside you. He stroked your folds with his tip to catch some slick and entered almost easily, as if your cunt was sucking him in. "Fuck, I forgot how good you felt around me. Forgive me for neglecting this perfect— oh, fuck!", he cut himself off by starting to thrust.

If you weren't loud earlier, you definitely were now. Chuuya was kissing you while being inside you, thrusting while his lips were on yours, whispering "I love you"s and apologies to you. "You're so good for me, fuck— I love you so much.", his thrusts got sloppier, meaning he was close. Your arms were thrown around his neck as you threw your head back, you could feel your upcoming orgasm. "Chuuya— shit, 'm so close, please don't stop!", "Wasn't planning on it, you feel way too good for that, baby.", as your cunt clenched down around him, he surprisingly moaned, instantly cumming inside you. He thrusted once more and that's when you came undone a second time.

"So. . did you change your mind, doll?"

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Sorry if ur tag didn't work 😕 also sorry if I fucked the storyline up

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Bungo Stray Dogs NSFW

Cockwarming Ranpo, Poe, and Mushitaro

Notes: MDNI, based on the votes of my previous poll I'll do this first, mature, 18+, submissive bsd characters, dom! ranpo. switch! mushitaro, sub! poe, cockwarming, slight grinding (Ranpo), mommy kink, teasing and begging (Poe), teasing (Mushitaro). Use of nicknames, baby (ranpo), darling (mushitaro).

Edogawa Ranpo

You sigh softly as you continue to feed Ranpo his sweets. You carefully shift to a comfortable position, your warm walls clenching around his cock making you bite your lip. Ranpo takes notice of this and smirks, laughing slightly as he caresses your waist.

"Trying to get comfortable, baby? Let me help you." He says as he purposefully grinds against you making you cover your mouth and let out a small moan as he puts you in a more comfortable position. You glare at him but he only laughs and winks at you.

"Don't worry, I promise to fuck you real good later just keep feeding me 'kay baby?"

Edgar Allan Poe

"M-Mommy.." Poe whimpers as his hands tremble while he writes, his head soon laying on your shoulder as his cock twitches inside you. You coo at him softly, gently stroking his hair. You suggested having his cock inside you while he writes. You suggested it because you wanted to tease Poe for a little while. You keep petting his fluffy hair as you watch his hand tremble as he continues to write. You sigh softly and whisper in his ear.

"Beg for it baby, I'll let you fuck me on this desk. Just beg." You whisper sweetly in his ear, and this makes Poe look at you desperately and he begs.

"Please... Mommy, want to fuck your tight pussy please, I can't take this torture! Let me have you please!"

Mushitaro Oguri

Mushitaro gulps as you help him fix his tie while you sat on his lap, his face flushed red and he pants softly, biting his lip. He wanted to move but you wouldn't let him. His cock twitches inside your warm walls making you giggle. His hands on your waist tighten their grip. You kiss his neck gently, meanwhile, he was getting impatient, you have been warming his cock for almost an hour. He thought it'd be enjoyable but right now he prefers fucking you senseless.

"What's wrong Mushitaro? Can't take it?" You say teasingly, but you suddenly gasp when your boyfriend pushes you down roughly on the table as he glares at you. His sudden act of dominance made you feel even more wet, he takes notice of this and smirks.

"Oh? What's wrong darling? Speechless? Let's see if you can last with me fucking you for hours than this ridiculous act of cockwarming."

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How They Mark You ou as Theirs

Yandere x Fem! Reader

A/N: because I genuinely can't stop thinking about Scaramouche putting his makeup on you! It's been keeping me up at night.

Diluc: With jewelry

You sparkle when you walk into a room. Not just your glowing eyes or large, puffy dresses, but also what adornes your body. A pendant around your neck, large gem rings on your fingers, and earrings, more expensive than most could afford. People wondered if maybe all of your gems and stones were too heavy, maybe that's why despite the fact that you looked so lavish, you never smiled.

Dilcuc would be at your side, slipping another ring onto your finger. The other ladies would fawn at the sight, silently wishing for a man who wanted to adorn them with silver and gold, but to you, every ring, every stone, every bracelet, and every gem was another lock on the chain harboring you to him, claiming you as his.

Childe: With Bruises

Your neck is littered with love bites, your thighs covered in scratches from where his nails would dig into them, your wrist would have markings around them, from where he would hold you down, pressing passionate kisses and maybe more if he desired.

Even though you were embarrassed by the blatant proof of what he'd done to you all over your body, he still made sure you wore rather revealing clothing. You'd flush with embarrassed, knowing eyes looking all over you, but Childe would smile happily. A hand around your waist would caress you, making it known that he wished to claim you more.

Scaramouche: With make-up

How did everyone know that you were married to number six of the Fatui harbingers? Well, they had to look no further than your eyes, framed in that familiar red shade. The first time he makes you wear it, it's because you watched as he did his own. His nimble fingers held the brush like it was second nature, creating the lines against his eye with ease.

“Come here,” he'll order while still standing in front of the mirror. Before you can ask what he needs from you, he's already squeezing your cheeks between those same fingers, holding your face in place.

The brush tickles as it hides across your eyelids, making you shake a bit in his grasp as you hold back laughter. The smile on your face making his demeanor melt for just a moment, he softens and stops his work, just staring at your features, “I know how it feels. Stop moving,” he'll order. And you do your best to obey.

The sight of your smile is more than enough to make this a habit, instead of a one off thing. Everyday after your kimono dressing, he calls you to him, holding the brush stained with that familiar red makeup.

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Dom Poe thirst

Poe using his ability to take you somewhere for privacy.

oh. OH. h H. o.H. OHOHO.

i do apologize if this is a bit off or lacking in detail. i got exhausted out of nowhere towards the end.

contains: penetrative sex, dynamic switch (?), cunnilingus

when you first asked poe to dominate you, he had not a single shred of knowledge as to what he was supposed to do. at the time, he had fallen prey to the pleading twinkle in your eye and the way you clung to his waist, sputtering an agreement that awarded him a chaste peck to the cheek and a squeal of excitement from you. but, after mulling it over, he realized that he’s never shouldered this responsibility before and, therefore, doesn’t know what to do or say or even what he’s comfortable with. panic began to settle in. what if he couldn’t please you? what if you ended up regretting your decision to relinquish control? no, absolutely not. he was going to make it perfect for you—to exceed your expectations and treat you as well as he possibly could with his limited experience.

so, he turned to research, feverishly flipping through page after page of anatomy books and scanning websites explaining topics ranging from kinks to the preferred setting for love-making. he entertained the idea of approaching you and asking you for help, but ultimately dismissed the idea, prioritizing his pride under the guise of “being spontaneous.” he gnawed on his thumbnail as his quill scored across blank sheets of paper, charcoal calligraphy threading together a detailed scene accented with cheesy rose petals and crisp sheets and mellow lighting. blame it on his perfectionism, or his obsession with having his capabilities acknowledged by those he holds in high regards, or even his adoration for you; but, the fact remains that he wouldn’t accept anything less than his best. perfect. everything had to be perfect.

when the time came for him to activate his ability and immerse you both in the scene, he hovered anxiously in the corner of the fabricated room, fingers plucking at and wringing one another as he searched your eyes for any signs of distaste or disappointment. it was only when you turned to him, golden candlelight reflected in your starstruck gaze, and praised him for crafting such a beautiful scene in such a short amount of time that he felt his shoulders relax slightly, and he expelled a shuddered breath he hadn’t even realized had been trapped in his lungs.

truth be told, when the time for the more venereal aspect of the experience rolls around, poe still doesn’t know what he’s doing. he’d rehearsed a list of commands in the mirror about an hour ago, but now that you’re laid out all pretty and bare for him, the authoritative tone he’d been practicing is whittled down to soft, uncertain requests that bear the weight of suggestions rather than orders. still, you obey every single one, perfectly satisfied with following his rules and fulfilling his behests, so long as he’s stepping outside his comfort zone and exploring new dynamics. plus, you simply don’t have the heart to turn up your nose at his requests or challenge his authority, knowing that it would shatter his confidence and result in him hastily apologizing for telling you to do something you don’t wish to do.

having been scraping by with doling out orders at random and praying for the best, his request for you to hold your legs up had been nothing more than an impulsive decision. but, hearing your soprano whines of more! and right there! and feeling your velvet walls constrict around his shaft causes pride to bloom in his chest. the position he arranged you in—however coincidentally it may have been—is obviously quite pleasurable to you, which means that he actually did well in attaining your desires. a newfound assurance spurring him on, he sets a more consistent pace, completely unaware that the adjusted angle provided by your position is allowing him to reach so deep in your cunt that his leaking tip knocks against that one spongy area nestled in your walls—that one specific spot that has your eyes glossing over with the prettiest tears and your stomach tingling with pleasure.

“you okay, dear?” poe pants, tone wavering with each rock of his hips into yours.

you sniffle pathetically, fingernails carving crescent impressions into the flesh of your thighs as you fight to keep your legs from slipping out of your sweaty palms. “deep,” is about all you can manage in your current state. your eyelids flutter over irises hazy with bliss. “so deep.”

“does it…” poe hesitates, dreading your potential answer. “does it feel good?”

your voice is little more than a whimper as you nod desperately, “please, i want more.”

“shh, okay,” poe murmurs, his heart swelling at the sight of you unraveling in his hold, “okay, love, just relax. i’ll take care of you.”

hmm… maybe he could get used to this.

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Poe + Dark chocolate 5 pls!

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 5: “𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺”

༶ pairing; poe x fem!reader

༶ contains; sub!poe, getting caught masturbating, use of good boy, teasing, handjob, spitting, kissing

༶ word count; 1,470

༶ word count; this turned out way longer that i wanted but oof,,, hope you like it sweetheart!! tysm for your request i had fun writing this hehe

Pure torture

One simple sentence. Two words that perfectly describe Poe's current state. Laying on his back in your shared bed, clothes scattered all over the floor, with one hand covering his eyes while the other one is palming his hard cock, Poe can't help the whines and whimpers that escape his drooling mouth, filling the quiet room. He cannot recall how long he's been stuck in this position, unable to reach that release he's been chasing these past few days.

You, his lovely sweetheart, were gone on a business trip. That left your lover no choice, but to pleasure himself all on his own. But how could he? How could he ever reach his high without your soft lips or your tight pussy wrapped around his dick? How could his own tired and worn out hand ever replace your delicate fingers and your gentle palm?

Poe keeps stroking his hard member, with the only thing closest to you being his mental image of you riding him. He keeps crying out your name, soaking the pillow under his head with saliva. He's so lost deep into his nasty thoughts of you, he swears he can hear you calling out to him right now as if you were there.

"Edgar darling, do you perhaps need a helping hand?"

Except you are there.

Poe's head rises from the covers, revealing the flustered state he's in. His long beautiful hair may cover a lot of his features, but not enough to hide the embarrassment panted all over his face. "My.. my love what.. w-what are you doing here?" he stutters while his hands desperately try to hide his naked form from your sight." I didn't know.. you'll be back today.. " he looks down on his hands, not having the courage to look you in the eyes.

"I thought it would be fun to surprise you.." Poe can't pinpoint exactly when did you walk all the way to his side from the door, making him yelp at the feeling of your soft hand touching his wet from drooling chin, bringing him up to face you "And turns out, I was right" you whisper right above his lips.

Poe leans forward, hoping to catch your lips into a kiss he has been waiting for days, but it seems like you have other plans. You back up again, undoing your shirt's buttons painfully slow for Poe's liking, "Not so fast darling" your voice sounds so erotic, but your words make your lover bite his lower lip and frown his eyebrows.

Once you're done focusing on your shirt, your hands move lower, carefully and just as slowly taking off your pants, "Is this what you've been doing while I was away?" You let your pants drop to the floor before climbing up to the bed, until your clothed core is hanging over Poe's now hard rock cock and your lips ghost over his once again "Touching yourself so desperately while thinking of me?" Your lover is now panting below you, patiently waiting for your next move and hoping you'll finally give him what he's been waiting for since the moment you left your house.

"Did you manage to cum without me, my love?"

Poe's hands grip on the sheets, hopelessly trying to contain them from touching you without permission, knowing full well you might punish him for it. And like the good boy he is, he simply answers your question, "N-no.. Not even once.." he attempts to hide his eyes from you again, but you're fast to hold him back into his pillow by pushing your hand against his forehead, finally revealing his whole face, "There's my good boy. Even your body knows you're not allowed to cum without me."

You decide to reward his obedience with a steamy kiss. The moment your lips crushed against his, Poe groaned into your mouth. He kissed you like it meant the world to him. Like it's the last time he's ever gonna taste the sweetness of your lips. But unfortunately for him, you broke your kiss almost as soon as it started, "Now now, why don't you tell me what you want my darling?" you ask him as you sit up on his lap, feeling his dick hitting your lower back.

"I-I.." Poe loses his words at the sound of your question. Just a few minutes ago, he was twitching just at the thought of you on top of him, and now out of nowhere his wish came true. His facial expressions make it obvious to you that your man is overwhelmed by your sudden arrival. You give him your warmest smile as you slowly grind your ass against his twitching cock, "Come on my love, use your words and tell me what you want"

Your lover hates it when you act like this. You have the face and voice of an angel, making him think that you're about to grant all his wishes and he doesn't have to worry about a thing. But at the same time, the words you spit out and the way your body moves, burn away that halo above your head.

But that's exactly what makes him love you even more.

"Please stop teasing me and touch me already"

Poe doesn't fail to notice the smirk of your lips at the sound of his reply, "How could I say no when you ask me so nicely?" You carefully crawl further down on the bed, so that you're directly facing his cock. The young author sinks his teeth into his lip once again at the hot sight in front of him. You give his shaft a playful kitten lick, feeling his manhood throb at the sudden contact. You giggle at your boyfriend's adorable reaction, but you're not quite done messing with him yet.

"Oh? Are you already that sensitive darling?" you softly place his dick in the palm of your hand, gently giving it a stroke, earning another moan from him, "Then I guess just my hand is enough for today, hm?" Poe was about to speak, but only a whine managed to escape his lips the moment he felt your spit hitting his cock. You started palming him at a slow pace, spreading your saliva all over his length, making your man a mewling and sobbing mess. You can already see his tip leaking precum and Poe's cheeks painted red. He feels so incredibly ashamed that he's about to come when you've barely stoked his dick yet, but he can't help himself. He missed you so much, it's only natural he wouldn't last longer.

Just when he was about to ask your permission to cum, he accidentally shot his seed all over your face and hand. You widen your eyes at his early release, "Done already? Without even asking?" Poe tries to catch his breath in order to come down from his high, nervously looking in your eyes "I- I didn't mean to! Please I'll be good next time, i promise!"

Oh, how you loved that look on his face; half-lidded eyes, mouth agape, an overall lewd expression taking over all his pretty features. How could you ever punish such a lovely face? You sit up and wipe your face, collecting his cum in your fingers. You look him in his eyes as you sensually lick your creamy hand "It's alright baby" you tilt closer to his face without breaking eye contact "I'm not gonna punish you today, so don't worry about it"

Your lips connect together yet another time. His hands immediately find their way into your hair, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft and warm, panting slightly into the kiss, allowing your tongue to slip inside his mouth and letting him to taste himself. Poe lets a low mewl escape into your mouth, making your heated cunt clench around nothing.

It doesn't take long for him to run out of breath and break the kiss, "I missed you.. I missed you so much.." he tucks some of your locks behind your ears to take a better look at your angelic face. You smile at him, placing a soft peck on his forehead "I missed you too my love" Poe places his hands on your waist, drawing circles on your bare lower half "This wasn't fair to you.. I was the only one taken care of.." his tone is now completely different and his eyes are dark "I told you it's alright, I don't-" in a swift move, Poe has you pinned down on the mattress. His skilled fingers brush over your drenched panties, making you moan at the sudden contact "Let me do this for you please" he drags your wet undies to the side, making direct contact with your dripping pussy "I promise I'll make you feel good my love"

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Hi, I saw your new event, can I ask for something with Poe and 🌶1 and Fem/afab reader, with a fluffy ending?

I'm fine with anything, just please no degradation.

If you don't feel like writing this one, that's okay too

Have a nice day!

Prompt+K!nk; 10: “Quit teasing me, darling..” / 12: “You look so pretty in this dress..please, let me rip it off of you, angel..” [+] 1: Praising k!nk. * Summary; You put on the most beautiful dress imaginable, and it’s not even for Poe? In that case, he can’t let you leave now, can he? <3

Warnings; switch!Poe, switch!fem!Reader, praising k!nk, Poe is on top but Reader is in charge, body worship kink? (Reader recieving), soft/passionate love making, dirty talk (maybe), typos, rushed, slight grinding, teasing (Poe recieving), Reader calls Poe ‘Edgar’, petnames, etc.

Format; Fic! (It’s either long or short)

Notes (from me); FIRST TIME WRITING FOR POE AHH!!! Honestly, i don’t think I’ll catch his character well, but i have enough motivation to try!! ENJOY POOKIE <33

“I’m leaving, Edgar, see you later!”, you shouted, thinking he’ll respond.

As Poe came to say goodbye, he saw the magnificent dress you put on. He just stood there speechless.

“Earth to Poe? I have to leave soon.”, you said, snapping Edgar out of his thoughts. “Oh, sorry. But, my love, where are you going again?”, Poe asked, you looked at the time before answering.

“Out, and I’m gonna be late too.”, you answered sarcastically.

“Why not spend time with me? I’m free to do anything, dear.”, “You have Karl as company, go eat with him or something.”

“What if..i really desire you, darling?”, Poe shyly asked, leaving you in kinda surprise.

You smirked, seeing this as a great opportunity to tease him a little.

“Oh? Tell me, Edgar, how much do you desire me?”, Poe’s cheeks turned into a light tainted pink, as he’s placing his hands around your waist.

“I-i need you, dear, we haven’t done anything for so long..i just wanna feel your warmth again.”, now, he convinced you to stay.

“You look so pretty in this dress..please, let me rip it off of you, angel..i’m begging you.”, he was so cute when he was needy, right? So why not help him get rid of it..

You kissed him, starting from the front doorstep to the bedroom, now the both of you were desperate for eachother. Gasping for air as you parted from the kiss.

Poe was already panting and hard, you sat him down onto the bed, looking at him seductively.

“You wanna see me undress, darling? Come on, tell me.”, Edgar looked at you desperately, nodding a ‘yes’ at you.

You unzip your dress, as it opened, cool air hit your skin. You continue to take it of slowly, to tease him again. Now your dress was sliding down your knees, landing on the floor, it was revealed, his favorite black laced lingerie.

“I wanted to surprise you after i came back, but you got impatient..so i might aswell give you your surprise now, hm?”, your voice was so sly and smooth, making him even needier.

Taking a seat at Poe’s lap, you kissed him on the collarbone, making him whimper quietly.

“P-please, quit teasing me, darling..”, he whispered.

“Awe, do you need me that much, baby? If you do, then tell me. I wanna hear you, Edgar.”

“I need you s’much, angel, please..ah..”, you started grinding on him slowly, your hips moving ever so smoothly, making him loose his mind already.

Poe kept on whimpering, it was truly a heavenly melody. (honestly same)

He was so hard already, he started leaking precum, while still being in clothes. As for you, you started getting wetter by each grind.

You stopped, Edgar whined at the loss of contact.

You got off him and removed your panties, Poe just stared at you, like he was hypnotized by your beautiful scent. Which one though?

“Why just stare? C’mon, take off your clothes, darling. Don’t you want my warmth?”, you didn’t need to tell him twice!

Finally, all the clothes were on the floor, Poe was on top of you.

He was thrusting into you in a soft pace, breathy moans left his mouth, your arms hung around his neck again.

You let some moans leave too, but not to forget, the praise Edgar loves.

“Yes, k-keep thrusting, such a good boy..oh god..!”

“F-fuck, i love you so much, you’re doing so g-good, darling..”

“Ah! T-that’s the spot, Edgar, don’t stop..”

Not to mention, Poe also rewarded those praises with his (body) worship.

“You look s-so pretty like t-this, angel..”

“ngh!..you’re so p-perfect, can’t stop now..”

“Your body..it’s t-truly beautiful l-like this..”

All of this, made the both of you reach your orgasms faster.

With all the loving sentences, the soft but passionate thrusts, you both eventually got to your high.

Poe collapsed beside you, panting heavily. You smiled at him, getting up after to get some things to clean you both up.

After all of this, it was already 9pm, almost too late. Finally you hugged your boyfriend to sleep.

The next day, you woke up to the bed empty, you asked yourself where he went.

Walking to the kitchen, hungry for some breakfast, you saw Edgar with Karl trying to feed him.

“Come on, Karl, you need to eat..”, he tried to get Karl to eat.

“Morning, Poe, doesn’t Karl want to eat anything?”, you questioned, Poe looked at you with a troubled face, which made you giggle at his pout.

“He doesn’t! I tried but he doesn’t want to..can you maybe try?”, giving himself tired nod, you sat down to give it a shot.

“Karl, you have to eat, small one. Come on, please, for me-”, Karl started to eat before you even ended your sentence, meanwhile Edgar was taken aback.

“I was trying for more than ten minutes and you just ask him nicely for him just to start eating?! That’s no fair, Karl!”, this just made your morning way better than it already was.

I TRIED IN THE END, I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT, POOKIE‼️🥳

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EDGAR ALLAN POE SMUT HCS.

E. A. Poe | BSD x Gender-Neutral Reader Smut Headcanons .

warnings ; smut, my pussy wrote this and its 3 am prepare for errors, body worship, cunnilingus, blowjob, face sitting, breeding mention, praise kink, cowgirl position, etc.

authors note ; hi guys .. im a bsd fan .. a big one ... and i fucking love poe so much im obsessed with him . this entire thing is self indulgent i swear to you (which is why female anatomy is mentioned more in this . sorry guys TvT) . sighs deeply .... anyways go read ttyl ! ^_^

✦ Poe's a Sub. 100%. But occasionally, he's not -- and on those occasions he's a Service Dom.

✦ He acts high and mighty, yet nearly crumbles from the slightest bit of teasing from you. He stammers and whines so pathetically from just a simple touch. If you leave Poe alone after that, later you'll feel him wrap his hands around your waist and meekly grind against you to show how hard he is for you.

✦ Poe loves when you gently place kisses on his body, especially his neck. He's the most sensitive there. Bite him there and you'll receive the most pitiful whimpers you ever heard. His tip gets all sticky from just that alone .. please stroke him off , he deserves it :((

✦ Speaking of Poe's dick, it's HUGE. It's a little girthy and very long. He simply has big dick energy I don't know what to tell you. He cums so much, too. Hot, sticky, salty ropes always gush out load by load, emptying himself out. He has so much more, though .. <3

✦ A pillow prince when he's subbing. He's an absolute mess when you suck his dick, his whimpers and babbles filling the room while you bob your head and swirl your tongue around him. He begs to cum, even if you never asked him to.

✦ Service Dom Poe isn't entirely different.. But you can easily tell them apart.

✦ Poe always does body worship. He'll kiss you all the way down your body like you do for him, mumbling praise as his lips touch your warm skin.

✦ His favorite part of you to kiss is your thighs. If you're plus sized or have larger thighs you're putting him in pure bliss, I'm telling you. Poe would bury himself in them if he could.

✦ On that note, Poe is into face sitting. Heavily. He likes it when you close your thighs around his head when you cum, along with you grind on his tongue and make a mess on his face.

✦ He himself isn't exactly a messy eater, though. Poe's slow and calculated, sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue exactly the way you like it. He doesn't mind if you squirm either; it lets him know how well he's doing. The same applies if you have a dick - he sucks at a reasonable pace, and doesn't mind if you start to facefuck him.

✦ Poe's so focused on pleasing you he denies his own needs. He'd deny his own orgasm just to feel you cum around his cock a little more .. He just wants to make you feel good :((

✦ Please praise him. Doesn't matter if Poe's subbing or dominating; just do it. It's his favorite thing ever. He loves to give and receive it.

✦ Poe likes to make you read his novels when he's giving you head or fucking you. The way you stammer and sputter always makes him smile.

✦ Poe writes out the fantasies he has of you nearly all the time. They range from you topping him, fucking him until he can't cum anymore to Poe breeding you, his thick cum pouring out of your stuffed hole. He never lets anyone read them - not even you.

✦ His favorite position is Cowgirl. It works for when he's a sub and a dom -- you can take control, riding him while he grips the sheets desperately, or he can hold you by your hips to help you bounce on him; yanking out your fourth orgasm for the night. Poe loves the duality of it.

✦ Aftercare with Poe is very sweet! When he subs he's tired as fuck, so he ushers you to join him for bed and whispers about how much he loves you as you both doze off. When he doms, he's not as tired, but he's all over you making sure you're okay and if you need anything. He's infatuated with you, his various love poems for you has proof of that.

@ HELUVAKU 2023 . do not share or repost .

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Poe + reader; thigh riding

~1.6k words

18+ content, minors dni

notes: I typed this on my phone at work so please forgive any mistakes!!

ao3

For someone who's eternally dressed like he's straight out of a gothic romance novel— for someone who carries a live raccoon everywhere he goes— Poe is incredibly shy. It was, at times, adorable; seeing his soft face light up in shades of sunset pink whenever he caught those hints of straps and lace underneath your clothes, the promise of getting to unwrap you as soon as he got home.

And then there are times like tonight, when you're so desperate to convince him, but he keeps coming up with excuses.

"I'm too much bigger than you!" Poe protests for what feels like the hundredth time. "I would be too heavy—"

You're nestled on his couch— soft, luxurious leather imported directly from England— with your feet planted firmly on the dark mahogany of his living room floor. Or is this the drawing room—? Either way, you puff your cheeks out into a pout and bat your eyes up at him. That always works on his weak resolve.

"But that's what I want!" You whine. You stretch your arms out in front of you, making grabby hands even though he's out of your reach. "I want you to sit on my thigh, Poe— I wanna see your face when you—"

"Shush—!" Poe interrupts loudly, his voice cracking with embarrassment even in such a small, lonely word. His face floods red as he hides under his bangs, and you haven't even said anything too lewd yet. He presses a hand to his mouth, delicate fingers splayed across his thin lips as some kind of defense. "You— don't have to be so crude," he mumbles. "I'll do it..."

Your eyes light up so brightly that he has to look away. "C'mere, c'mere!" You coo up at him; Poe takes a few hesitant steps forward, finally bringing him into your reach. Your excited hands are quick to latch onto his hips, squeezing and kneading at him through his too-many layers of clothes.

A shuddering sigh floats out of Poe's throat. He's always been weak to your touch; your hands are smaller than his, but still manage to hold him as if he's the most precious thing in the world. His body isn't particularly solid, and he's certainly not as soft as you are— but your fingers ghost over the planes of his chest, the jut of his hips, and he finds himself melting into each and every one of your whims.

Your grip tightens on his hips, pleading with him to finally move. "C'mon, Poe," you urge him in a soft voice, "please don't be shy about this; I promise, you're not too big. I'll hold you anyways."

"...okay, you win," he whispers. All at once Poe swings his long leg across your hip and perches himself awkwardly in your lap. One foot remains firmly on the floor, his other leg pressed into the sofa cushions beside your thighs. He hovers there for a moment, obviously hesitant to rest all his weight on your smaller body.

Clearly he's not listening to your more gentle directives.

With one more sweet glance up at him— mouth pulled into a pout as your eyelids flutter— you yank with all your might. Poe tumbles into your lap with a startled gasp, his chest pressed against yours, and your thigh coming up further between his legs to give him something to settle on.

Poe's crotch grinds against the fullness of your thigh. His eyes widen and an unintentional "oh" tumbles out of his mouth.

A grin paints its way across your face. "See the appeal now, Poe?" As if to demonstrate your point, you tighten the muscles in your thigh and nudge against his clothed dick once more.

He gasps softly. "Darling," he starts in a shaky voice, "are you sure you've thought this thr— oh." Poe's voice dies at the sudden strength in your hands when you begin to rock his hips against your thigh. One small movement is all it takes to short-circuit his brain; some rational part of him gnaws at his thoughts, urging him to remember the size difference between you both, and this particular couch is a bit too expensive to make a mess on—

The rest of him simply enjoys the brief wave of electricity that pulses up his spine when your plush thigh presses against his dick just right. Without thinking, Poe grinds his hips down again, earning himself another quick electric jolt. Your grin and your nails are sharp.

Your pretty boyfriend whines and wraps his arms around your shoulders to hold himself upright in your lap. He buries his flushed face in the crook of your neck, and you can feel the heat that rolls off him in waves— you're entirely unsurprised to feel his cock already hardening against your thigh. He's always been sensitive when you're involved. It takes him a moment to find a rhythm; his movements are slow and languid as you guide him along, dragging him back and forth a few more times before his own body takes over, continuing to roll his hips without your influence.

"Not as shy as you like to act, hmm?" Your hands begin to wander down, kneading at the softness of his own thighs, dragging your nails across his waistband as he rocks against you. His breath hitches in anticipation, but the next touch never comes— you pointedly ignore his erection where it strains against the fabric, and he chases the warmth of your hands with another jolt of his hips.

When you giggle, Poe lets out a low groan and tries to hide his face again— he's entirely unsuccessful, because your hand tangles in his soft hair and gently drags his face away from your neck. His voice comes out as a soft whimper. "P— please, darling—"

"Awh, don't make noises like that," you hum, using your grip on his soft tresses to manhandle him a bit closer so you can press open-mouthed kisses across his jaw. "—not for anyone else, at least."

Poe nods lazily and tilts his head to grant more access to his neck as he continues to rut against your thigh. The friction against your jeans is delicious against his weeping cock, a tell-tale stain already spreading across the front of his pants and smearing up your thigh.

All his previous worries about overwhelming you with his size melt away when you press your thigh up and drag him back down. Poe shudders as his body melds against yours, his arms untangling from your shoulders so he can grab fistfuls of your shirt instead, his hands trembling as he tugs on the fabric. Heat pools in his stomach. His voice is slurred. "—close," he whispers, eternally shy no matter how many times you talk him into these things.

"Easy is what you are," you snicker as your hands latch firmly back onto his hips.

Poe whines again, pouting up at you from where his face is nestled against your collar. His long lashes flutter and he huffs, his breath rolling across your skin and raising goosebumps. "Don't be mean," he punctuates the sentence with a nip to your collarbone.

You hiss as his teeth graze against your skin, making your body jolt against his. Poe's breath hitches again; his head falls forward and his eyes flutter shut. The hand tangled in his hair drags his face back up to meet his, sloppily mashing his lips against yours so you can press your tongue into his mouth. A full-body shudder races up his spine and forces the air from his lungs in a breathy whine.

"I told you, Poe," you mumble against his swollen lips, "I wanna see your face."

"Please—!" He doesn't even know what he's begging for as he ruts against you— any kind of attention would be enough, all he knows is that you're tantalizingly warm and his cock is aching. When you pull back to look at him, he tries to follow the sweetness of your mouth, only for you to once again pull his hair and make him moan.

His cute little whines go up in pitch, and even with his eyes tightly shut, he can feel the intensity of your gaze on his burning face. Sheer embarrassment pools in the pit of his stomach and mingles with the rest of his arousal until the cocktail is just a bit too much.

Poe's hips stutter. Tears prick at the corner of his eyes, his pretty lashes fluttering again— he does his best to hold your gaze in the way he knows you like, but when you release your grip on his hair, he immediately buries his face back in your neck. His body relaxes and his whimpers devolve into a soft, shuddering gasp as he finally cums against your thigh.

Even after his climax, your hands rest on Poe's hips and drag him back and forth a few more times. Aftershocks of that pleasure race up his spine and he grumbles against your shoulder. "—'s too much," he huffs, squirming in your lap.

You giggle at his feeble protests and begin to nudge his limp body back upright. "C'mon, I wanna see!"

Poe continues to mumble under his breath, clearly embarrassed, but lets you manhandle him however you want.

You press his thighs further apart to get a proper view of the dark stain spread fully across the front of his slacks, the way his cum has seeped through the fabric and smeared up your own thigh. Poe trembles and his hands flex nervously against your shirt.

"—don't stare so hard," he whines once more, pouting up at you from under his tear-covered lashes. He rolls his hips again on his own and sighs. "What a mess."

You wrap your arms firmly around his waist to keep him in your lap, stretching up to pepper his pretty face with kisses. "You're so good for me, Poe," you hum, and the praise makes him squirm in your lap. Your grip tightens. "—let's make a bigger mess."

I don't write much nsfw bc I don't feel like I'm very good at it, but I'll never get better if I don't practice!! Thank you for reading!

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happy birthday Komaeda! u get a boyfriend for ur special day <33

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🎯

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Kouyou dressed him

(Chuuya won the dress poll on twt)

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SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY