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sub boyfriend who called you in your work break! How sweet of him to ask all about your day! But he’s actually fucking himself with the biggest toy he owns, pretending like you’re talking to him as you’re fucking him so hard! he really thinks you should come home earlier~

A CALL FROM HOME | RAMBLES

warnings: sexual content!!

YESYEYSSYESY 100x OF THIS!!

sub boyfriend who feels a little neglected in the affection sector lately. He misses the times where you would hug him out of the blue, spoil him with your love; giving him the most love-filled kisses, and the warmthness of your hugs. He pouts when he noticed that the hickey you have him a few days ago was slowly healing, and he sulks.

sub boyfriend after days of no physical affection, couldn't help but have that itching at the back of his mind, the itch to be fucked, and it’s getting worse day by day. He can’t help it! You’ve been so busy lately n’ all he gets are quick kisses and cuddles when he’s asleep. So after just a few days, he gives into the temptation and takes out his toys, with a guilty yet excited look.

sub boyfriend, who lets out a loud moan when he plunges himself onto the dildo, a pleasured look on his face as he gulps down the drool that had almost drooped down the side of his mouth. His body was shaking, back arching, thighs quivering, and toes curling. Oh god, he misses this feeling—honestly wishing it was you and not this toy inside him.

sub boyfriend who trusts himself onto the toy, eyes blurry and head hazy. He could feel his gummy walls throbbing, the pleasure-filled statics that shudder through his whole body as he fills himself once again. He was wearing your comfy hoodie, staining it with his pearlescent cum. His dick proudly stood up, bobbing up and down with his pace; it leaked cum from his last orgasm. He feels himself spasming again, the sweet feeling of release almost at his grasp again. His heavy breathing becoming quicker, transitioning into quick pants. He misses you so so so much.

sub boyfriend who suddenly had an idea popped into his head after hours of pleasuring himself to the thought of you. A shit-eating grin graces his face as he slowly moves to get his phone, letting out a small whimper as he takes out the toy. He quickly dialed your number, hands shaky. He was excited; this little trick made him hard again, thinking about all the possible outcomes—what if you answered and started to command him? using your rough words to follow your instructions, or what if you started to insult him? calling him a desperate slut for you. He drooled at the thought, readying himself to take the toy inside him again. Eyes sparkling as you pick up the phone, your voice ringing throughout the room.

sub boyfriend who speaks in his usual tone, trying his best not to give himself out. He was acting innocently, gently asking about how your day was going. He mostly had to muffle his noises with his hand, even disguising them as giggles or coughs. The sweaty atmosphere in the room wasn’t helping him but your voice was making it worse. He half-heartedly listens to you but he focuses more on how your voice sounded like, it being a little deeper from how tired you were. And maybe he focused too much on how you sounded like that thoughts started to swirl inside his head, his walls painfully throbbing.

sub boyfriend who continues the whole conversation like this, riding up and down the dildo. Tears at the corner of his eyes, face so cutely flushed and lips swollen from the constant bites in trying to muffle himself. He felt overstimulated yet whenever you start speaking he fells like doing it more. He started to pretend that you were having a nice conversation with him in person, complaining about some trashy coworker while trusting into him so mercilessly. You, using him like the cum sock and him, being used like the whore that he was. He was white. It didn’t take long to realize what was happening for you though, especially when he let out a questionably sensual moan.

When you came home, you RAILED his ass like there’s no tomorrow.

#alteriivik #alteriivik.rmbls #x male reader

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fiftysevem · 1 month

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need a cute nerdy boy with glasses to ramble about something while seated in my lap as i touch him softly and he tries to focus but can't cause it feels too good and his brain slowly shuts down as he whimpers in my arms

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• smut• and lead us nott into temptation — asshole! pureblood! dom bottom! theodore nott x male! muggleborn! catholic! sub top! reader

requested by 🦈 anon! (aka my silly goofy lil guy <3)

WARNING: if you don’t like sacrilegious shit or gay male reader inserts, KEEP SCROLLING

i’ve got enough religious trauma to last me many lifetimes, so writing this one was just like ✍️🥲📿

tws: ⚠️dub-con⚠️, 🔞smut mdni🔞, literally no plot, manipulation, coercion, amab reader, virgin reader, corruption kink, pure blasphemy ngl, inappropriate use of religious prayers, lot of shit talking about the catholic church, gratuitous use of em-dashes, gratuitous use of the pet-name “angel”

you and theo are dormmates or something? idfk man this is literally just 2.2k words of depravity

not edited cause tbh i’m hella embarrassed that i wrote this

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“…hallowed be thy na— Theo?”

“What are you doing?” your roommate asked as he stepped inside your shared dorm, his eyebrows furrowing as his gaze focused on the rosary in your hand.

“Praying,” you mumble, cheeks flushing under his heavy stare.

“You’re religious?” he asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “You believe in all that Muggle deity bullshit?”

“Yes.” You stiffened, lips twisting in distaste at his choice of words.

You could physically see his pupils dilate at your affirmative answer.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. “So you’re…what, celibate, or whatever it’s called?”

You startled at the sudden change of topic.

“Um…abstinent, yes,” you corrected, taking a step backwards as he moved closer.

“Shit,” he cursed again. “That’s fuckin’ hot.”

He kept moving forward, crowding you back against the wall. You squeaked when he rested his hand against the wall beside your head, blocking you in on one side. He gently, but firmly, gripped your jaw in his other hand. His gaze raked up and down your body.

You gulped. “Th-Theo, what’re you d—”

He cut you off with a harsh kiss.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was Theo biting your bottom lip hard enough to bleed, tightening his grip on your jaw to wrench it open, and shoving his tongue in your mouth.

You were frozen, the rosary slipping from your fingers and hitting the floor with a loud clatter. After an aggressively…passionate? possessive? minute, Theo pulled back.

“My sweet little angel,” he cooed, gently stroking the side of your face. “So pretty and pure.”

Your skin prickled under his touch, at the way his eyes darkened with hunger. The way his gentle caress belied the drop of blood running down your chin.

He looked like sin. The way his hair curled above his ears, his pretty pink lips dotted red with your blood…

He looked like the Devil himself.

“I want you to fuck me, Y/n,” Theo murmured unabashedly into your ear.

Your knees trembled. Your heart raced. Your eyes were so wide, it was near painful. “Wh-what?”

“Please, angel? I want you to fuck me,” Theo whispered against your lips, a sensual tone in his voice.

“Or,” he sighed over-dramatically, really playing it up, “if you want to remain a prude, you can tell me to stop right now and I will; no hard feelings.”

You trembled. What were you doing? Why were you even considering this?

Theo’s hand remained on your waist, and he ran his thumb across your bottommost rib in a steady pattern, back and forth, as he waited for your answer.

“L-Leviticus 18:22,” you spluttered, doing your damn best to ignore the way the sunlight streaming through your dorm window highlighted and accentuated Theo’s gorgeous bone structure. “Th-thou shalt not lie with m-mankind, as with womankind: it is a-abomination.”

“That’s not a no.”

“That’s not a yes!” you argued. “Besides, lust is a sin of its own!”

“No, this doesn’t count.” He waved a hand dismissively. “It’s an abomination, not sex. Says so right in your little book. So therefore…” his fingers wandered down to the waistband of your trousers, dipping teasingly underneath to ghost over your hip bone before retreating. “Therefore it can’t be lust.”

It was the most backwards logic you’d ever heard.

But it was hard to think about turning him away when the heel of his hand was suddenly pressing against the front of your trousers.

“I-it…it isn’t?” you choke out, a confusing new sensation sparking in your stomach. “A-are you sure?”

“Of course,” Theo said, so confidently that you couldn’t help but believe him.

“I-if you’re sure…” you trailed off, eyes widening as Theo dropped like a rock, his knees hitting the flagstone with a resounding crack that you wished you could record, just so you could listen to it over and over and over again.

His impatient fingers fumbled with the button of your trousers, yanking them and your boxers down to your mid-thigh in a single smooth motion.

You flushed bright red at the mere notion of being naked from the waist down in front of another person; let alone Theo, the boy who’d been your roommate for the last eight years.

He kept his gaze firmly locked with yours, those unnervingly dead eyes framed with sinfully long lashes, as he flattened his tongue against the base of your dick and licked a long, slow stroke up the length of it.

“Oh, fuck—” you cursed, your head falling backwards and hitting the wall behind you with a solid thunk.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you curse before.” He grinned, his thumb swiping over the head of your dick and collecting the dribble of precum that was steadily leaking from the tip before spreading it around.

You whined pathetically, your thighs shaking as a moan was wrenched from your lips. Theo grinned wickedly at how debauched you already looked.

Without a speck of hesitation, he closed his mouth around your dick, his clever tongue teasing the underside. He hollowed his cheeks around you and you gasped out a choked-off moan.

Theo’s hand snaked up and found your wrist, guiding your hand to the mess of curls on the top of his head. Your fingers tightened in his hair, gripping onto a handful of it for dear life just to keep yourself from passing out from the overwhelming pleasure. Honestly, the only thing keeping you from falling over was Theo’s tight grip on your hips.

“Shit shit shit shit—”

He pulled off of your dick with a sinful pop.

“Keep reciting,” Theo rasped, his voice already rough and breathless.

“Wh-what?”

“I interrupted your prayer when I walked in here. Keep reciting.”

You gulped, licking your lips nervously as you tried to remember where you’d left off before fully giving up and just starting the Our Father over. “O-Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Th-thy kingdom come, thy w-will be done, on Earth as it— hah~”

Your head fell back against the wall again as Theo sucked furiously on the tip of your dick, all of your thoughts going out the window.

Theodore, that bastard, pulled off again.

You whined at the loss. “No- d-don’t—”

“Ah ah ah,” Theo chided, patting your thigh. “You stop, I stop. Keep going.”

You hissed out a displeased grumble before returning to your prayer as he returned to his S-tier dick sucking. “O-on Earth as it is in H-Heaven. G-give us this d-day our— Theo— daily b-bread—”

His fingers slipped down from your hip to brush against the sensitive skin behind your balls.

Your hips jerked forward on instinct, and Theo moaned like a cheap whore around your cock as it was shoved down his throat, his nose suddenly buried in your pubes.

“And f-forgive us our tre-trespasses…” you panted, fingers tightening their grip on his hair as your eyes squeezed shut.

There was an odd sensation, like a coil tightening, behind your belly button. It was strange, although not unpleasant.

“…as we f-forgive those who— who trespass aga-against us.”

Theo pulled away again. You opened your mouth to curse him out—Heaven knows he deserved it, the damn tease—when he got to his feet and promptly shucked off his shirt and trousers, dropping his boxers without a hint of modesty or insecurity.

You stared, mouth agape, as Theo wandered over to his bed, seemingly in no hurry. He slowly splayed himself out on his bed for you, casting a wandless lubrication charm with a sly grin and an easy, relaxed posture that was belied by his achingly hard cock practically touching his stomach.

“Close your mouth, angel,” he purred, beckoning you closer with two fingers. “You might catch flies.”

You took a small step forward, entranced by the sight in front of you.

“Keep praying, angel,” Theo murmured, running a hand through his already-disheveled curls—which only served in making his just-fucked hairstyle even more pronounced.

“A-and lead us n-not into temptation,”—Theodore Nott was nothing if not temptation in its purest form—“but deliver us from evil.”

You took another step closer, then another, until you were by his bedside. “Amen.”

“Amen,” Theo echoed, reaching for you with one hand. His fingers knotted themselves in your shirt, yanking you down on top of him.

He grabbed the back of your neck and smashed his lips against yours. You wiggled, kicking your trousers and boxers off from where they were still stuck around your knees before pulling back to gasp for air.

Theo grabbed the front of your shirt again, yanking on it. “Off.”

You complied without a second thought, tugging your shirt off over your head in one fluid motion.

Theo groaned at the sight of your body as you tossed your shirt God-knows-where. He grabbed the back of your neck again and tugged you into another passionate kiss.

“One day, ‘m gonna ride you,” he mumbled against your lips, running a possessive hand over your stomach. “My fuckin’ gorgeous boy. But today, you’re gonna fuck me.”

He pulled you fully on top of him, your knees between his, your forearms flat against the mattress on either side of the boy underneath you.

“Y’know, I never told you to stop praying,” Theo murmured, reaching downwards. His fingers tightened around your cock, stroking it a few times before guiding it closer to his ass and pushing his body down against it.

You swallowed nervously as you took the not-so-subtle hint, taking a deep breath before slowly pressing the tip in and continuing your Rosary. “H-Hail Mary, f-full of Gr—ah!—ace—”

You had to pause then to bury your head in the crook of his neck, your breathing coming in shaky gasps. Your body zinged with pleasure, your toes curling.

“That’s it, baby,” Theo cooed, petting your hair gently. “Doing so good. Keep going. Makin’ me feel so good.”

“Th-the Lord is with thee. Blessed art th-thou amongst women—” you whispered breathlessly against his sweaty skin, pausing again for another second to compose yourself before you very slowly and hesitantly pressed in further.

Theo’s knees tightened around your hips as he dug his heels into the backs of your thighs, urging you closer. “Sh-shit— angel, I need you to go in all the way. C-can you do that for me, pretty boy?”

You nodded and took a deep breath, and slowly and carefully pushed yourself all the way in, bottoming out inside of him after an agonizingly long moment.

Theo gasped sharply as soon as you were fully seated inside of him. His fingers tightened their grip on your shoulders until his nails managed to break the skin. You leaned down to press your lips against his—much more gently than he had—and moaned into his mouth at the slight sting from his nails.

Theo sighed in pleasure against your lips and returned the kiss. “M-move, angel. Need you t-to move.”

You slowly pulled nearly all the way out, your eyes fixed on his face. You wanted to document every facial expression, every muscle twitch, everything that Theo did while underneath you.

Watching his lower lip tremble as a moan spilled out of him had to be your breaking point. Your hips snapped forward of their own accord, quickly filling him back up. “A-and blessed- is- the- fruit- fuck- of thy w-oh!-mb, Jesus.”

His head fell backwards with a loud cry, his nails raking up your back as he scrambled for anything to cling onto. “Yes! Fuck— harder!”

“H-Holy Mar— shit! M-Mary, Mother of G-God…”

You sped up, driving into him faster and harder with every frantic demand that left his lips. You let out a high whine as Theo leaned up to suck on the tender flesh under your jaw with a feral-like possessiveness. Red and purple marks had already begun to bloom along your neck and jaw.

The coil in your stomach tightened even further.

“Th-Theo, I don’t— wh-what’s—?” you stuttered, panicking at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Y-you about to cum, angel?” he panted. He stroked a gentle hand over your lower abdomen. “You feel s-something funny right here?”

You whimpered and nodded frantically. “P-please— I’m gonna—”

“No. Hold it, angel.”

“Wh-what?”

“You don’t get to finish until you finish your prayer, baby boy.”

You hissed in discomfort. “P-pray for us sinners—”

Your words were interrupted by a high-pitched moan from Theo as his back arched off the bed. He started chanting your name, over and over again, like a prayer of his own.

His fingers scrabbled for a hold on your shoulders as he tightened around you. “Shit shit shit— ‘m not g-gonna last— fuck! Cum for me, angel,” Theo pleaded, his nails digging further into your back and leaving long marks that quickly blossomed into a rich pink color.

“Nowandatthehourofourdeath!” you rushed the last line with a near-shriek as the coil in your abdomen exploded, your toes curling again and your vision going white. Your arms buckled and you collapsed on top of Theo, who was experiencing the exact same thing as you.

You both just laid there in a sweaty heap, limp and boneless from your respective mind-blowing orgasms.

“Amen,” Theo said softly, finishing your prayer. He casted a wandless cleaning spell on the both of you before gently wrapping his arms around you and stroking your scratched-up back as you both came down from your highs. You let out a pleased purr at the feeling of his soft touch gently brushing over your stinging scratches, a wordless spell from Theo methodically coating the marks with a numbing topical ointment.

You echoed the sentiment after a moment of catching your breath, content to just cuddle with him in this moment. You pressed a kiss to the side of Theo’s throat and whispered a singular word against his skin, “Amen.”

#harry potter #hp x male reader #x male reader

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can you do one where the reader is more buff and kind of like a bimbo/puppy type of guy and in a relationship with someone smaller and ppl see him(smaller guy) as cute and weaker but the smaller guy is actually super dominant. If not its fine!!

sure can!! cw;; cnc, exhibition, mild degredation, mild pet play, mirror sex?! tiny boyfriend, himbo bttm reader, minors, ageless blogs dni!

it did get tiring. most of the time. having your massive bulky boyfriend be assumed of being the top. being the dominant one. it was fucking laughable - you, being the dominant one-? he can't imagine it... well, he can, but it's a bit less favorable. especially when you were choking on your breath and moaning like a bitch in heat for more?!! walking around the mall hand in hand did garner a few looks; not that he really fucking cared... his loyal little - huge boyfriend who paid him the utmost attention; giving no one else the time of day...

"ah, who's my good boy?" he grinned, eyes closing in a sweet smile - sure to make you flustered... "haah.. i am." you lean down, nuzzling your nose affectionately against hisㅡ"yeah, you are. you really are!" he coos, on his tiptoes as he presses his lips against yours in a surprise kissㅡa soft ah leaving your lips before you were esgerly leaning down, hand on his neck, uncaring of such PDA... others seem to mind. others seem to judge you right off the bat - of course, because youre the bigger one youre the dominant leading ur lil boyfriend around... such bullshit... and strangers coming up to you just to straight belittle him-!?!??!! as he saw it -!!!

"your boyfriend is so cute." she compliments, giggling to herself with her friend as she drags her hand along your thick arm... um. staring down at her confused, why was she talking to you about your boyfriend right in front of him? what a weirdo...

"oh... i know." you reply simply, offering a small smile as your hand tightens around his - before he was tugging his hand from yours and leading you away with his tiny hand on your assㅡmaking sure they see as he grabs a few stray clothes and shoves you into the dressing rooms - it was quiet, no shuffling around of clothes... "babe, are you okay?? you seem really eager for me to try on clothes..." yelping softly in surprise as you were shoved into an empty stall - "w-wha-?"

ㅡ"ss-shhh..." he hushes, palming himself through his jeans before he was tugging yours down and ignoring the way you squirm in surprise; obliging near wordlessly with soft pants and mewls,,, your tiny boyfriend so eagerly fingering at your already stretched hole - after so gently unplugging you; having walked around the mall with his cum stored inside you like a good boy...

"s' a good boy... mine... my good boy." he mutters under his breath - unzipping your fitted hoodie; bare underneath and pressing you against the mirror - yelping at the cold chill pressed so suddenly against your nipples. your boyfriend sure was excited... you shiver, twitching - cock aching and you could only assume flustered as you were,,, it wasnt long before he was already pushing forward; bottoming out and giving you no time to relax before he was fucking into you after lubing up his own huge cock with his spit and cum,,,

he snarls, fingers tightening on your hips and smacking even roughly against yours; reminiscent of that fucking stupid bitch who had the gall to lay her hand on youㅡ"i-it's sickening isn't it?!" he hisses, balls deep and lower intestines coiling as he pumps in and out - tits pressed against the mirror of the dressing room and you feel s-so embarrassedㅡ"t-that everyone thinks you're the... dominant one..." he slows, huffing in and out...

ㅡ"y-yes... si-sickening..." you echo dumbly, shivering and clenching instinctively on his cock as your own was caressed through the fabric of your boxersㅡ"s'right... you're all mine. my good boy..." he mumbles, relaxing as you agreed with him so willfully - heaving as he buries his face in your back and so lovingly wraps his arms around your hips, soft smacks going through one ear and out the other as drool dribbles down your chin,,,,

#x male reader

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Pressure

Pairing- Simon “Ghost” Riley x Male!reader

Warning: Alcohol/Alcoholism, breaking sobriety, mentions of self-harmful and suicidal thoughts.

A/N: Um hi!! This is my very first work and in was self indulgent obviously. Sorry for any grammar mistakes and what not. Please reblog it helps!! Also lots of angst in this one

”Love… you were doing so well. Talk to me”

The week had been grueling, beyond exhausting.

Not only was the task force demanding as usual, but family issues had resurfaced, adding another layer of stress to your already heavy load. Sleepless nights and subpar performance had become the norm, and your team didn't hesitate to call you out on it. Their constant berating and pressure only added to your already overwhelming feelings.

Having your boyfriend as your lieutenant only made things worse. He meant well, but his lectures and glares on the field and in your shared private quarters only made you feel more inadequate. You knew he wanted the best for you, but you couldn't bring yourself to open up to him about what was going on.

And then there was your family. The drama that had caused you to temporarily cut off ties with them was still unresolved, and their anger toward you was causing you immense anxiety. But it was a long story, and amid everything else, you couldn't bear to revisit it.

Feeling guilty, you found yourself alone in the base's kitchen after another grueling training session. The silence only amplified your racing thoughts, and you couldn't help but feel like giving up. Disappearing seemed like the easiest option, but deep down you knew that it wasn't the answer nor was it what you truly wanted. You just wanted an escape, a way to numb the overwhelming emotions and thoughts that were consuming you.

The temptation to turn to self-destructive behaviors was strong, but you pushed it away. You knew it wouldn't bring you any relief. Instead, you were drawn to the familiar bottle on the counter, the one that held the solution to your struggles. Nine months of sobriety down the drain seemed like a small price to pay for a temporary escape. And as much as you didn't want to admit it, a part of you wanted to break that sobriety. Wanting the stress of having to maintain it to go away.

You stared at the bottle of scotch, feeling the weight of your emotions crushing you. Your mind was in turmoil, and you silently begged for it to stop. You wanted to numb it all, to shut out the pain and stress. With a heavy heart, you reached for the bottle and poured it into a glass that was already on the table, not caring that it was already used.

The burn of the whiskey was familiar, and for a brief moment, you felt a sense of relief. But the guilt and regret quickly settled in as you poured another glass, and then another, until the bottle was almost empty. Your head was fuzzy and your vision blurred, but you couldn't stop. You wanted to escape, even if it was just for a little while.

You let out a soft groan as your head lulled back, the alcohol finally silencing your racing thoughts. A fog crept through your mind, making your few thoughts incoherent. You clumsily walked back to your shared dorm, your hand resting on the wall as you paced through the hallway trying not to fall over. A thought found its way into your mind before disappearing again. What if Simon was there? What if he saw you like this?

Your mind was numb, and in this state, you didn't care if Simon was there or not. You just wanted to escape the overwhelming emotions and stress that had consumed you. At that moment, you didn't think about the consequences, you just wanted some relief and you finally got it.

Once you found your dorm you tried your best to fit the key in the dorm without dropping it and after a while, you opened it successfully. You stumbled into the dark room, you didn’t see Simon at first, but then you heard the shower running and saw that the bathroom light was on.

You let out a soft sigh before face-planting onto the soft mattress. Your hair fell messily into your face, reminding you of the trim you needed, making you giggle. It was clear that you weren’t in your right mind.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you started to doze off when you heard a deep voice speak.

“Where the hell were you? It's 12:30,” Simon asked with an annoyed huff. You lazily opened your eyes to see your muscular boyfriend with a towel wrapped around his waist and his short blonde hair dripping wet. He was glaring at you, but behind them was worry.

All you could do was turn away and giggle, which was not normal for you, making Simon even more concerned. He quickly slipped on a pair of boxers and plaid pajama pants before sitting next to you in bed. It didn’t take long for him to smell the strong scent of whiskey on you. He immediately realized that you were drunk and had broken your sobriety.

He forcefully turned your body to face him before gently grabbing your cheeks, and pulling your face up to look at him. “What did you do?” He asked, already knowing the answer. You didn’t respond, and your expression was unreadable. “Love… you were doing so well. Talk to me.” He said, his accent making his words clear and smooth.

You looked up at the man, still not speaking, he wasn’t sure if you could even comprehend what he was saying until he saw your eyes start to become glassy. He rubbed his thumb over your cheek with one hand and ran the other through your hair, taming it a bit. “How much? How much did you drink love?” He asked another question, praying for a clear answer, which he finally got but not without a hiccup.

“A bottle.” You whispered, breaking eye contact with him to look down as tears rolled from your eyes, down your cheeks. “Tell me what's going on, can you do that for me?” He hummed, taking a second to lie next to you in your moment of weakness. He wasn’t the best at comforting or giving good advice but for you, he’d tried to help in any way possible.

“It’s- it’s all too much. I can’t handle it anymore. I needed to get away.” You mumble, trying your best to explain in a way that wouldn’t upset him, but Simon would never be upset with him. Not for this, never. Simon wanted to ask what was too much, but he knew it would be too hard for you to explain at the moment so he held back. He just wanted to be there for you, so he held you as you cried into his chest.

It didn’t take too long for you to fall asleep like that, you were out cold. Simon stroked your hair gently and let out a sigh. He knew something was up with you, but he didn’t know what. And he still doesn’t completely. He was hurt that you were no longer clean. But he understood that this wasn’t about him at all. And he wasn’t upset with you for it. All he could do was show you love and support so thats exactly what he did.

#simon riley x male reader #simon ghost riley #x male reader

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Imagine fucking Bodyguard!Blade in a car, it's good that no one can see or hear you both. He's such a whimpering mess, biting back a moan when you pull his hair to bite his neck. Your nails digging into his waist as tears roll down his pretty eyes. Pinch his nipples n he goes crazy! His eyes roll back in pleasure as he cums again n feels your hot cum in him, Such a pretty boy he is, definitely deserves all the praise. <3

#angelsrcute writes 𓆩♡𓆪 #blade x reader #dom reader

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⇝𝓴𝓷𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓶𝓮 𝓾𝓹!⇜

characters: sub!big men x nb!dom!reader

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, breeding, creampie, slapping, hair pulling, size difference, rough sex, strap/cock traditions, feminization like a lot, mentions of lactating, just dumb big sub men getting fucked stupid<3

notes: thinking with my clit rn… divider by @/reveriesources

big men! who can’t help but feel something swirling in their stomach every time they see little children going around, clinging to their parents, excitedly chattering on and showing their proud work

big men! who can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have your own children. you two have been together for long enough now, he guesses it should be time to bring up the topic of children and raising a family together

big men! who absolutely adore children despite their large physique and threatening appearance. and children love them in return and so are you with children as well. he sees it as an absolute win-win. you both love children and they love you two back. it would only be normal to want a cute family together, right?

big men! who nervously bring up the topic of children one day after a nice homemade dinner. he speaks in stutters and stammers — uncharacteristic as he fiddles with his hands, looking down at his lap. what if you weren’t ready? what if you turn down the idea? what if you don’t even want children to begin with?

big men! who let out a sigh of relief when you reach out, your smaller hands covering their own as you sooth his worries. who smiles in sheer utter joy when you say you want children as well

big men! who later into the night get absolutely wrecked. legs shaking, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming. mind delirious, barely hanging on a thread as his glossy eyes look at nowhere in the room. who can’t help but let out a shriek when you enter him again. big and thick cock hitting his sensitive spots, making him squeal and thrash around on the bed until you pin him down with your weight

big men! who cry and blabber about being too goddamn full. who talk about your cock fucking his insides, rearranging his organs. who deliriously smiles and lets a drunken giggle slip when he feels the small bump in his stomach from the sheer size of your strap and cum mixed together

big men! who drool on the sheets when he can feel you slap his ass. the sting feeling so damn delicious, he couldn’t help but ask for more. to slap his ass and squeeze and fondle his tits until they’re all sore, red and lactating

big men! who lets out a weak pathetic excuse of a whine when you cum deep inside him for the nth time that night, legs spasming from the feeling of your hot seeds painting his walls

big men! who get fucked until their mind breaks, blabbering and slurring about how you were fucking his womb now. how he can feel your tip bruising his cervix and that you’re gonna knock him up

big men! who eagerly push you down, straddling your lap when you mischievously ask him to ride your cock since you’re so damn tired

big men! who rides your strap happily, his own cock repeatedly hitting his stomach as he sinks down on your strap again. the sheer amount of cum dribbling down your shaft, his thighs and making a mess

big men! who place a hand over the small bulge on their stomach. lust hazed smile on their face as they slur out words of getting pregnant. who blabber on and on so cutely about finally starting a family with you. who giggles when he feels you cum inside him again, saying he wants to make sure that his womb gets filled to the brim, wanting to carry your children even though he doesn’t even have a womb

big men! who whine when you try to tap out, too exhausted to continue. but he wants to! he wants to make sure you fuck your cock deep inside him, pushing past his cervix walls and cum inside him over and over till he gets pregnant!

big men! who fucking squirts. weak and limp cock spurting out pathetic excuse of droplets of cum before shooting blanks, pushing his red ass flush against your hips to make sure you don’t pull out. who lets out the loudest fucking scream when your hand gently yanks his hair, pushing his face into the pillow to muffle his noise as you continue to ram your cock inside him

big men! whose moans and whimpers turn so high-pitched, so weak, so girly as his whole body spasms and shakes under you like a weak fawn. who keep daydreaming of a cute domestic life with you and your kids together in his cotton filled brain

big men! who are just fucked dumb. not a single thought or an imagination in their mind as they simply lay there. take, take, take and take until you two finally tap out. you, too exhausted. him, exhausted, with a sore throat, with old and new tear stains on his cheeks, drool slipping down his lips with a shaking body. who passes out after you cum inside him for the nth time

big men! who dream of starting a family with you. the two of you with a cute child or a few more since he was such a big family man. the kids running around, the two of you watching them with a smile as the two of you make dinner together

big men! who wakes up all sore and exhausted the next morning. they’re absolutely drained and even trying to speak hurt

big men! who can finally move around after a while. who place a hand over his stomach before realizing the bulge is gone since you have already did an aftercare together after he passed out. who feel a growing sense of great sadness as their eyes brim with tears and their lips quiver

big men! who shake you awake with a sense of urgency, asking you to hurry and wake up. when you finally do, you’re greeted with the sight if your lover with tears in his eyes

big men! who complain, hiss and even cry as he stammers about not being pregnant. who take your hand in his own, squeezing your hand slightly with a pout on their face, “you should have knocked me up! i wanted a baby with you! did you.. not want a baby?”

big men! who cry crocodile tears when they realize that they can’t get pregnant after you explain it to them. mind still too fucked dumb, brain filled with nothing but statics and cotton. who literally sobs in desperation when he realizes he can’t get knocked up by you

big men! who sniffle as you turn their face to look at you. who finally starts to calm down when you assure him with a smug smile that you will continue to fuck your cum inside him over and over until he finally gets pregnant. isn’t his partner just lovely?

➯ jing yuan, blade, gepard, sampo, argenti, wriothesley, neuvilette, diluc, itto, childe, capitano, kaveh, thoma, baizhu, zhongli, dainsleif, rock, hajime sugoroku, kenshirou yozakura, musashi, samon gokuu, liang, qi, yamato godai, mitsuru hitokoe, sinbad, masrur, spartos leoxses, kouen ren, koumei ren, muu alexius, cassim, armakan amun-ra, yunan, judar, murial, julian, diavolo, beel, mammon, satan, simeon, solomon, raphael your faves♡︎

#nobu.writes #x dom reader #gender neutral reader

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hai i hope you are doing well 🫶🏻 ! can i get either subtop beam from csm or rengoku with amab reader?

yes dear god i love kyojuro so much.,,, i might do beam on my own time soon if not requested - because who doesnt love a good fucking shark boy?!?!?!!

subtop rengoku kyojuro hcs...

both amab, cw;; nsfw. uh. perverted nature. masturbation

ㅡi love kyojuro. deserves the world bro. he'd be so romantic and affectionate,,,, caring. So thoughtful. always thinking about you, borderline distracting him from being swatted with a wooden katana - he likes to think of you as his lucky charm in his mind. thinking of you,,, when he's on a mission,,, a week goes by in the village he's treading through, and after defeating the demon wreaking havoc - he takes a short moment to dedicate his time to you by jerking off in his hotel room and writhing against the sheets. so needy for your touchㅡweakly pinching at his hardened nipple as he strokes along the base of his thick length - trying to mock the way you would touch him before he regains his sense after cumming - so eager to see you he energizes fully and runs all the way back to see you!!!

ㅡspending his free time training and worshipping the ground you walk on. he's a little messy,,, mind frazzled every time he thinks of you - even for a split second. his heart beating against his ribs, desperately needing you to aid him with your affection,,, even one brush against lips will do. sparring against each other and the other rewarding simply because of their "good form" -

ㅡkyojuro buried inbetween your legs,,, so eagerly lapping at the sheen of sweat and the mere taste of your cock as his reward ,,,, mumbling a soft tasty and reaching down to jerk off at the sound of your squirms and the way you taste. being so sensitive to you,, cumming so quickly just after a few languid strokes as he engorges himself in your thick cock that he often fantasizes about - he can't help it, you just pop into his head and he cant help but think about your body on his in a loving embrace, entangled with one another so lewdly.

ㅡor you, rewarding him. orally... taking care of him. calling him your sweet boy before swirling your tongue along his flushed tip whilst gripping the base to guide it to your lips, relishing in he way he ever so slightly jerks into the graze of your lips and nearly pleadsㅡor even,,, jerking him off with him in your lap. kyojuro laying across your lap with his head in your chest or sitting in-between, either way his well-trimmed cock is getting fucking teased.

ㅡor having him be the one to jerk you off. in his lap, face buried in his chest and suckling off his nipple as he strokes your dick with his spit lathered callous hand; so eager to please you and show you how much he loves you through acts of love such as jerking you off in a wisteria forest.

ㅡ"you're so beautiful, kyojuro. you feel so good..." shit like that, while riding him or in missionary, making his heart beat against his chest and make him high on adrenaline and thrust a bit sloppier... nuzzling into your neck and inhaling yourself while feeling yr walls clamp down on his cock. he's so in love with you, making him blush so easily and his dick go upright when you walk into a room.

ㅡyour praise fuels him. it makes him so happy he cant contain himself,,, calling him so pretty, so cute - my kyojuro.. - tugging his head back by a fistful of his thick blond locks and shoving ur tongue in his propped open mouth bro,,, him so eagerly kissing back,,, like a puppy. a nickname you often abuse with him, hes so lovely ,,,,

ㅡthis beautiful man begging ,,, underneath you, his cock buried deep as you sit proudly - his dick throbs inside you;; overloaded with sensitivity after cumming so quickly;; he's embarrassed,,, trying to shakily laugh it off but you kiss him to comfort him, his pretty red face, telling him that its okay, its okay! before methodically grinding onto him and making him gasp softly and writhe - breathless whines leaving his saliva glossy lips that you quickly attach yourself to,,,

ㅡkyojuro genuinely dreading the time you spend apart when you're not paired on the same mission. knowing he has to put civilians before you for a brief moment,,, getting a lovely reward of being showered in kisses, uncaring of how grimy he was, and cleaned by your hands when he returns.,,, he's the sweetest ever, so kind to you. still making you feel giddy as ever when he's merely around you,,

#x male reader #rengoku kyojuro x male reader

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⇝ 𝓐 𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬 ⇜

characters: sub!gallagher x nb!dom!reader

warnings: usage of aphrodisiacs, exhibitionism, slight dumbification, thigh riding, dry humping, begging, cumming untouched, gallagher being an old man loser, just a mini drabble guys. nothing big (i say as i write down 1,7K words)

notes: @lufenianwol you knew exactly what you were doing when you sent me gallagher’s leaked idle animation didn’t you, you gayyyy🫵🏳️‍🌈 (im gay too😔)

sigh…

another day, another long work of hunting down criminals or outlaws who came to penacony uninvited and detaining them. the most time gallagher could ever get to de-stress were behind the bars, mixing up a drink his customers asked for or when with you. you were a fellow bloodhound, a high ranking one too, so never had enough time to spend some quality time with your tired lover.

but today, you wanted to be a little mischievous. and what was that on your mind? you slipped just a teeny weeny bit of aphrodisiacs into his usual alcohol in his personal flask of course! just a little. maybe a pinch or two. a bit of a sprinkle of magic as a gift.

or maybe even a whole mini bottle. but you won’t say it until your tired lover comes crawling over to you, huffing and puffing, whining whimpering as he begs for your help at “restocking” some of the alcohol at the backrooms.

at the other end of the bar, you watch with a barely hidden smirk whenever your lover takes a sip from his personal flask during his break times. each time he does, getting more and more intoxicated in the taste. you purposely chose one that tasted delicious and soft on the tongue, a way to reward him for his hard work of running after criminals and preparing him for what was about to happen.

he started out strong, as expected of a bloodhound officer. barely felt it, focusing on work, wiping a glass or two, mixing up a drink. but the more he drank from his flask, the more you noticed it. the little stuttering over his words, the slight flush in his cheeks, the jumpy way he reacted whenever you passed by him with a hand on his waist or lower back. that bulge in his pants. that damn delicious bulge that you love to bully.

shaking your head, snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you focus back on work to wipe the bar clean and serve the customers drinks and desserts of their liking. you and gallaher were a good pair to serve amazing cocktails after all.

finally, the rush hour had ended, meaning fewer customers. the fewer there are, the more noticeable gallagher’s show of being affected by the little sprinkle of magic became. at first, he tried to play things off as signs of cold, or just the warm and low lighting of the bar being the reason his cheeks are pink. hell, he even coughed a few times to make his act believable. believable to the nosy customers but never to you.

“[n-name]…” the man barely manages to muffle his whimper when calling out your name, low lidded eyes, hazy vision and slightly shaky hand tugging on your necktie. you hum, turning to him with a raised brow as if you weren’t the reason behind this panting mess in front of you.

“yeah? what’s up?” you ask, putting down the bottle on where it’s supposed to be as your hands come to rest on his waist. the rush hour just ended, the bar still had a few customers but they were either too drunk to care nor engrossed in their own sob life stories to share you two a glance. and gallagher was damn glad for it too.

“w-we, ahem, need to head to the backrooms. we’re running out of some beers and fizzy drinks in the fridge” he quickly clears his throat, hoping that no one had caught onto his little stuttering. you did, of course. you would catch onto anything your lover says or does. even the tiniest things. such as how he was trying to make it seem like an innocent half-hug when you could feel his cock twitch in his pants as he pushes his crotch against yours, hoping to conceal it while also giving you a little heads-up.

as if you needed the heads-up.

“alright. you can go first, i’ll come after you once i wipe my hands” you nod your head, watching as your lover disappears behind the door with a sign that read “staff only”. it was cute how gallagher was so trusting of you, never even thought for a moment how you could have been the one to drug his flask of alcohol. though, judging from his cloudy eyes and stuttering, you could guess that he could barely even think to begin with. how adorable of him.

soon enough, you follow after the steps of your lover, walking into the “staff only” part of the bar and later onto the door with the sign “backrooms”. the pretty decent sized dark room where the bar keeps their ingredients and drinks. the same exact room where your lover pushes you against the wall the moment you entered, shaky hands fumbling with the buttons of your button down shirt as he humps his hardened cock against your crotch.

“woah woah, puppy. easy now. what’s going on? i thought we needed to restock on our drinks?” you ask, feigning innocence as your hands rest over gallagher’s shaky ones, stopping his fumbling and managing to catch his attention for a minute. he looked so dumbfounded. bottom lip on the brink of bleeding due to his chewing, panting, cheeks flushed a pretty red as his dilated eyes try to focus on you. you swore he looked like he was almost on the brink of crying with how damn pathetic he looked.

“c-can’t… [name], please, help me… ‘s so hot, tight. stupid pants mmngh!” gallagher only moans, tripping over his own words in a jumbled mess as he tries to find some sort of relief for his poor aching cock. looking down, you could briefly make out a dark small patch at the front of his pants. he was so drugged that he couldn’t even tell that he was staining his own clothes with his precum. so cute.

you only hum in response, not bothering to do as he pleads as your hands rest on the fat of his ass, massaging them gently. he only whines, slurred words of how he wanted your hands on his cock falling out as he squirms in your hold. lowering yourselves down to the floor of the room, you shift gallagher on top of you to ride your thigh instead. flexing the muscles in them to make it easier for him as he whimpers at the feeling.

immediately, the man started to hump your thigh. salacious mewls falling out of his lips as he doesn’t even try to silence his loud noises, only dumbly trying to relieve himself as he rubs his clothed cock on your thigh. you could see the dark patch in his pants getting bigger, darker the more he rides your thigh. if he had his dick out, he would probably leave a mess all over your clothes.

“shh shh, puppy. the door isn’t locked, remember?” you chuckle, reminding him of where the two of you were getting naughty at. it was so cute to see his eyes perk up at the sound of your voice. more specifically, whenever you called him puppy. he really did lived up to that nickname, looking like a cute pup as he bites down on his lip.

one of your hands travel up to his chest, opting to play with his perky nipple as he let out a loud squeal at that. his chest was always so sensitive, making him let out the most delicious whimpers each time you roll, pinch or tug at the hardened nub. being so mean to not slip your hands under the opening of his button down shirt at the front, playing with his nipples over the harsh fabrics of his clothes instead. he just wanted your touch on him to relieve the ache pooling in his belly, would you be so mean to deny him of his wishes?

apparently, you would. the hand on the soft fat of his ass moving to rest over his hip, helping him hump his cock on your thigh as your other hand continue their brutal assaults on his chest. poor gallagher, can't even form a single word as his pleads fall out of his swollen lips in a jumbled heap of mess. you could barely make out your own name from it. the words sounding so muddled up as if the bloodhound officer couldn't tell the difference between reality and his drug induced feelings.

"[n-naaammmeee]... sniff pleasheee fuunnghh fucck!! p-pleashh pleaash pleeaasshee♡︎!! ungh!! guuunnhg♥︎♥︎! p-pretty pleaaseee♡︎?" gallagher whines helplessly, stuffing his flushed face into the crook of your neck as his movements become more sloppy and frantic. he was so close to cumming already, it was just so cute to see how easily someone who is apparently always in control to crumble over with just a little bit of thigh riding. and some sprinkle of magic added to the mix.

in an attempt to muffle his loud moans and stuttering of his breath, he hastily lowers the collar of your own button down shirt just a little bit more. just enough so he could bite down over the old, healing bite mark of his so he could attempt to muffle his pathetic noises. you only coo out in a mocking tone, calling him by that nickname again as you tug on his nipple through his shirt as debouched cries of your name falls from his lips over and over like a mantra. gallagher sounded like one of those old, broken down radios that only replay a single song that sometimes is in the bar.

with a final thrust and a meek little bounce on your thigh, gallagher releases into his clothes. the magenta red hue of his pants turning a darker shade as his cum pools into the materials of his pants, staining it as some of the translucent liquid drips down onto your pants. you could just wash them out later.

"done with your little show, puppy?" you ask, the hand on his hip squeezing a bit to snap him out of his hazy mind. instead, you got a shake of his head, his stubble lightly tickling the skin of your neck in the process.

"wan' more... wan' you♥︎" he mumbles, delirious and drooling, as he humps his still hard cock against your crotch, indicating what he craved so desperately. maybe next time you should check the dosage you put into his drink if he's gonna be drugged this heavily by such a small amount.

#nobu.writes #x dom reader #gallagher x reader

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