#💌 anon＼(^^)／

[chikaras-garden]

Imagine you go to buy some furniture with Jason (or dick), and all they can think about the entire time is how easy it'd be to fuck you. Would he be able to bend you over that counter over there? Would it be too high? Too low? Would you somehow get hurt?

The idea for this was instant. Like a fever dream. 

“Nah,” Jason says, patting his palm against the kitchen island you point out to him. With each option, he spends a full two minutes pacing around it, bending to inspect the countertop, the cabinets—how thorough he is would be admirable if he actually liked anything. 

Hands in his pockets, he strolls back over to where you’ve been waiting for him to decide. “That one’s too tall for you.”

Almost ready to give up, you half-heartedly point to the one next to it. “What about this one?” 

“C’mon, baby,” he scoffs. “That’s got wheels.”

Incredulous, you ask, “Why can’t we have wheels?”

“You’ll get hurt.”

“Huh?”

“Can’t have you slipping on me,” he tuts, already strolling away. “Broken jaws aren’t sexy.”

You stay right where you are, growing more confused by the second. “I’m not going to break my jaw while I’m cooking, Jay.”

He pauses and turns just enough to look over his shoulder. His eyes glint with an I know something you don’t know sort of mischief, and one half of his mouth twitches into a shit-eating grin. “Didn’t say anything about cooking, kitten.”

You blink. Your cheeks grow warm. Oh. Oh. Oh, God.

“Jason Peter—”

“No wheels, less than three inches higher than your waist, no pointy door pulls, and I think you’d look nice against a white quartz top,” he interrupts, firing off wish list items like bullets, as if he’s not talking about the ideal qualities for a kitchen island on which he plans to rail you. “Let’s keep looking, baby; might have to bend you over a couple of these to see how comfortable they are for you.”

[rinhaler]

Not me being an absolute slut for step dad Gojo and Uncle Nanami!?!? 😩 sharing is caring!

-Very Much Embarrassed Anon🫂

PERHAPS i got carried away but i hope u enjoy this !! luxe write something under 1k challenge: impossible x

warnings: 18+ MDNI, step/incest, fem!reader, step dad!gojo, uncle!nanamin, implied virgin!reader, threesome, vaginal sex, oral (m receiving), fingering, tit sucking, possessive!gojo, daddy kink, praise, pull out method, orgasm denial, noncon photo taking, slight oral fixation, hair pulling, face fucking.

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“You know you’re too young for boys, right?” your step-father reminds you, like it’s a mantra he’s told you again and again for years. It isn’t a suggestion or a thought he’s choosing to share. It’s an instruction. “I don’t want you to think because you’re all grown up and going to college now that you can be reckless.”

“I- I know, Satoru.” you smile at him.

Both of your attention is stolen as you hear your uncle, Kento, laugh out a scoff. He tries to conceal it as he ruffles his newspaper and drinks his coffee. You see your step-dad’s brows furrow in annoyance. Or, anger. He looks at you, again, and his expression softens.

“I know you’re a good girl, sweetheart.” he tells you, wrapping his arms around your form and placing a kiss atop your head. Nanami’s eyes peer over his newspaper, locking with yours. A knowing glance to each other before a smirk finds his features. He raises his newspaper, shielding his face completely as he tries to focus on reading.

He lets you go, reluctantly, as you pick up your college bag and grab your phone.

His expression sours as he sees you reach for your phone, smiling at a text message you received. He shouldn’t pry. He knows he shouldn’t pry. But he can’t seem to stop himself as he finds himself leaning across the kitchen island and snatching your phone from your hands. And now he scoffs, scrolling through your messages and looking at the name at the top.

“What did I just say?” he speaks, only an octave away from yelling at you. Your lip wobbles, and he keeps your phone at arm’s length as you try to grab for it. He tosses it towards the kitchen table so Kento can look for himself.

“He was just asking if I needed picking up for my classes, Satoru! You don’t need to worry…” you tell him. Of course this would happen. He’s always been stupidly over protective.

“Well you don’t, do you? That’s what I’m here for. Hell, I’m sure even Nanami would be happy to take you since he came all of this way to spend his off time visiting you.” Gojo reminds you. And you feel a slight pang of guilt at that. You know how hard your poor uncle Nanamin works. He could be on vacation, somewhere tropical, unwinding from the humdrum of his boring office job. But here he is, sitting reading the newspaper and listening to you two argue with each other. “In fact, you’re grounded. I’m keeping your phone and you can forget about going to class today.”

“But—!”

“Don’t whine, I’ll write you a note.” he adds, walking around the counterspace to collect your phone from Nanami. He finishes scrolling, locking it, though he keeps hold of it. “Go upstairs.”

You huff, but grab your bag and do as you’re told. It’s not like he can stop you from being online. You can talk to people on your laptop, after all. Though given the mood he’s in you suppose you’ll have to be stealthy about it.

“You’re too harsh on her.” Kento tells Satoru, earning another disgruntled glance from him. He closes his newspaper and rests an ankle over his knee as he leans back and drinks the remainder of his coffee. “She’s curious, you can’t do anything about that. It’s not like she’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Tch. Spare me.” he laughs lightly. “You think I don’t know why you’re here? I hear you, you know, when you sneak into her room at night.”

And Gojo revels in how the colour drains from Nanami’s face. He sits upright, his back stiffened straight and he starts to loosen his tie. He should have known, really, it was too good to be true. He should have known he’d always get caught eventually. But by Satoru Gojo of all people?

“I haven’t…” he clears his throat. “It’s not what you think.”

“Sure.” Satoru rolls his eyes. “If I’m bein’ honest… I don’t really care. Who am I to stop you? I’m not blood… like you. Sick fuck.” he laughs, sitting down at the table and looking into Nanami’s panic-stricken eyes.

Your uncle rests his elbows on the table and holds his head in his hands. What is Gojo plotting? Blackmail of some kind, maybe. It’s not like he’s concealed his disapproval for his sisters relationship with him. He’s tolerated him, sure, but he’s a nuisance he thinks his family would be better off without.

“I don’t like this either.” he throws your phone towards the white-haired man and sighs. “But she doesn’t respect you, Satoru. She doesn’t even call you dad. I think she sees you as temporary, so of course she isn’t going to listen to you. Not really.”

“But…” he leans over the table with a smug grin. “She respects you, doesn’t she? Her favourite uncle. I don’t like college guys, I remember what we were like in college, I don’t want her around that.”

“No… maybe she won’t go searching for it if she’s better educated.”

Gojo’s brow quirks in intrigue, a sadistic smile soon follows.

“Who knew a corporate goon could be such a sick fuck, hah?” Gojo laughs, picking up Nanami’s coffee mug for him and walking it to the sink to clean. Nanami rolls his eyes, burying his reddening face in his newspaper again.

You feel a surge of fear stab through you as you hear footsteps climb up the stairs. You hide your laptop back into your bag and turn on your TV, hurrying to find something to watch as a cover. But when you hear a knock, you relax, Satoru never knocks.

“Come in!” you speak, happily, welcoming your favourite and only uncle Nanamin into your room. Though your heart sinks as your step-father follows, crossing your arms across your chest as you huff and pout petulantly.

“Don’t be like that…” Nanami speaks softly, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting his hand on your thigh. “We need to talk to you. And we want to ask you something.” he continues. Your pout fades, then, a slight feeling of anxiety creeps into you as you wonder if something serious has happened.

And Satoru sits on the edge of the bed, too, his beaming blue eyes almost pierce through your heart as he begins to explain. How he’s just worried about you because he knows from experience how college guys can be. How he’s your dad no matter what and he just wants the best for you. And he thinks you need a little help in the right direction on your journey of self-discovery.

“I know you’re a woman now, sweetheart, but you’re still daddy’s little girl. Yeah? So, let daddy help.”

“He- with what?” you blink at him, dumbly, and the delighted snarl on his face almost chills you to the bone. He doesn’t speak right away, so you look at Nanami. But it’s like he can’t bear to look at you as he sinks his head low with shame. “With what?” you ask again.

 “Well, Nanami said you’re curious. So he’s been fucking you, right?”

“No!” you and your uncle yell simultaneously. Did he really tell your insufferable step-father something so personal?

“I told you, I haven’t slept with her. Don’t tease her or you’ll make things worse.” Nanami clarifies before he focuses his attention on you. “But you are curious, aren’t you? You’re getting attention from boys and you’re enjoying it, clearly. They aren’t good for you though, princess. They don’t know how to treat girls right.”

You hum, softly, as he pushes your legs apart, revealing your pink cotton panties to the two of them as they continue to talk you through their thought process. And the touch of your uncle Nanamin is your ultimate weakness. They both get a live response to his action as your pretty pussy starts to gift your panties with a dark, sticky patch between your dewy folds.

“Boys that age, sweetheart, they don’t know what they’re doing. Do you touch yourself? ‘m sure you do, I’m not naïve enough to think otherwise. But that means you like to cum, yeah? These college guys don’t care about that. They just want a little hole to cum in and defile. And we think you deserve better than that.” Satoru explains, his inquisitive fingers begin to prod at your puffy cunt, though you trap his hand between your plush thighs.

“Satoru…” you respond, bashfully.

“No.” he speaks, grabbing your thighs and pulling you down the bed and towards himself. He looks mad, but there’s no real malice behind it. Still your heart is pounding. “I’m your dad like he is your uncle. I’m not Satoru. Who am I?” he asks, reaching under your skirt to pull down your panties.

“D-Daddy… you’re daddy. ‘m sorry.” you whimper. Your eyes flutter as his long fingers invade your pretty, virgin walls. “Hng—!”

“Gooood girl.” he smiles as he begins to curl them upwards. “I slipped right on in, has uncle Kento gotten you used to taking his fingers?”

“Mhmm…” you blush. The man in question bends down to kiss you.

It’s sweet, though you find yourself grabby and desperate as you follow his lead. He pulls away to undress you, unbuttoning your shirt and then his own after throwing away his tie. He helps you out of your bra, and you instinctively go to cover your nipples as you remember who you’re actually in the company of. But Nanami doesn’t want that. He locks his fingers with yours, holding your hands above your head as he begins to suckle on them until they’re both puckered and raw.

“Sit her up, and sit behind her.” Satoru tells his brother-in-law. And of course he acquiesces. You’re moved like you’re weightless as your uncle sits behind you, his clothed cock pressing angrily into the curve of your spine as he continues to torment your tits. Satoru pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean, smiling at how your eyes begin to sparkle with wonder as he puts on such a display. “Do not tell your mother about this, understand?”

You nod, obediently. You wouldn’t dream of telling her something so scandalous. Though it does fill you with a slight sense of pride as your Satoru makes it abundantly clear how desperately he’d longed to be the first person to explore your untouched core. He pulls down his trousers and you moan at his smooth, pink cockhead. Though right now it’s closer to an angry shade of red.

He really is desperate.

You wince, slightly, as he pushes his tip inside. Though he retracts it, coating his head in your wetness.

“Fuuuuck, you weren’t lyin’. You really never fucked her, huh Nanami?” Gojo chuckles as he pushes in deeper and deeper. Nanami slots his fingers into your mouth to suck on as you accommodate to the length. “Relax, baby. Clampin’ so much you’re gonna push me out.” he laughs shallowly, his thrusts matching as he begins to work you open.

“D-Daddy!” you gasp, back arching against Nanami’s chest before he pulls you back towards him.

“We’re so proud of you, princess.” Nanami shushes you, placing a kiss to your temple. You look at him with wide, trusting eyes, though he can’t really concentrate as his own fixate on the way your tits bounce with each thrust Gojo inflicts onto you. “Why don’t you show your dad how I taught you to suck cock, hm?”

“Oh? Now that I’d like to see.” Gojo smiles, pulling out of you briefly. The sound of your sticky walls echoes through the room as he pulls out. The men help you onto all fours, and your daddy slots himself right back into your tight heat. The adjusted angle makes you fall forward, your head lolling as he finds a nice little trigger inside of you. “Oh… there, huh? Okay, baby. I’ll fuck you right there.” Satoru tells you as he begins to fuck into you before slowing down.

Nanami takes his cock out of his briefs, tapping the tip against your swollen lips. They open, obediently, and you lick the precum he’s spilling directly from the source. Your hole flutters as he hisses, enamoured by the sensation.

“Perfect, princess. Such a good little girl for me.” Kento comments, and your heart beats harder. You’re almost robbed of all sense as Gojo pistons his hips into you, and he leans forward to grab your hair and wrap it into a makeshift ponytail.

“Now that I’m thinking about it, Kento, maybe we should teach her how college boys fuck. Since she wanted that experience so badly.” Satoru proposes, and Nanami considers it. He really considers it. And Gojo chuckles at that. “Go on… show her.”

Nanami nods, grabbing the sides of your head and fucking your face like you’re his own personal cocksleeve.

It’s relentless and dizzying and you don’t know how to settle. You can’t possibly as you’re ruined from both ends. There’s no reprieve, there’s no way to relax. You’re trembling and moaning and fuck you never knew sex could be so intense. Nanami is always calm and patient with you. But this isn’t that.

They’ve ran out of patience with you.

It doesn’t matter which way you try to retreat, you’re only encouraging the other one. More of Nanami’s cock down your throat and more of Gojo’s hitting your g-spot.

“W-We’ll have to get you on the pill, sweetheart.” Gojo tells you, but it’s more like he’s telling himself. He knows he can’t cum inside. He can’t, but fuck, he wants to. He fucking needs to. “College guys, they like- leaving their- mark.” he thrusts again and again until he’s on the very brink of blowing his load. But his life won’t be worth living if he knocks his cute little daughter up. His marriage will be over. He’ll lose everything.

And with that, he pulls out and coats your pussy lips with his sperm. The loss of feeling from inside makes you cry out around Nanami’s length, though you still can’t pull away from him as he continues to use your mouth as his own personal toy. You never knew your uncle Nanamin had this side to him.

He’s usually so sweet and patient.

He pulls out, too, depriving you of the taste of his cum and the chance to prove what a good girl you are. Though you take his load beautifully as he shoots soupy ropes across your pretty face. His heart skips a beat as your false lashes flutter and he realises a heavy glob stuck to them.

“College guys, sweetheart, might take pictures of you like this.” Satoru pulls his phone from his back pocket and takes a few photos of your quivering cunt. You’ve been neglected in the worst way, and it’s dawning on you now what he had meant by giving you the college experience. He tosses his phone to Nanami, encouraging him to do the same. Your innocent and betrayed face is captured so perfectly through the lens of the phone, Nanami’s pearly seed is the perfect colour for your complexion.

“College guys would send these around to their friends too, you know.” Nanami warns you.

“But we’ll just keep these between ourselves.” Satoru promises you. “I think it’s only fair we didn’t let you cum this time since you were so intent on disobeying your daddy.”

“I think she’s learnt her lesson, though, Satoru.” Nanami speaks, pulling your hair so that you can look up at him and he can identify if you dare to lie to him. “Fucking college boys doesn’t sound that fun anymore, does it? Say sorry, princess. Your dad might let you cum next time if you’re a good girl.”

You sniff, and hiccup, unsure of where to look.

“’m s-sorry, daddy.” you sniffle, Nanami releases your hair and allows you to look back at Gojo, a wild grin on his face.

“Awe… sweet.” Gojo smiles, circling the bed so he’s standing beside Nanami, both of their eyes bore down at you with an intensity you’ve never felt before. “I think we’re owed a thank you, we took the time to teach you such an important lesson, after all.”

“T-Thank you,” you sniff, again, “Thank you, d-daddy. Thank you, uncle Nanamin.”

© 2023 rinitxshi

[mcondance]

miguel's fav position is def mating press, but what about hobie. do u think he likes you on top so he can touch everywhere or on all fours, using his size to press against you?

hobie’s favorite position is… baby i’m drawing a blank i feel like he likes every single position like he just loves being inside you but if i had to choose… it’s either missionary with your legs over his shoulders or with you on top cause his dirty talk goes crazy with you on top 💯 you bein in control turns him on BAD so he’s literally encouraging you and telling you to take what you need and to ride him “just like that” and to “show me how much you love this dick, yeah?”

(bonus! he also rlly likes when you talk to him while he’s fucking your brains out. he’s all about your pleasure so over time he’s taught you to tell him when he’s doing something you rlly like. say he angles his hips a certain way. he presses up against your spot n you go crazy and start saying shit like “yeah, right there, feels so good” … he will go insane. makes sure he presses against that spot with every thrust and he’s moaning “yeah? right there? tell me how fuckin’ good it feels, love.”)

[pia-nor481]

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

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

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

[hyunsvngs]

Ot8 and the little pain face they would make when sliding in >>>

(hellowww my exams are over so I'll be sliding in w my perv thoughts hehe pls bear w me 🤭)

-❄️

iiii have been thinking abt this since it dropped in my inbox but i have been so intensely busy but it’s still been bouncing around my brain like a dvd standby screen.

chan: chan is sooo eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, letting out a little ‘oh, fuck, baby…’ just in pure awe. likes to look at your facial expressions too!! he wants to see you in pleasure like he is…

minho: i’ve spoken about this before but imagining minho pushing in and going ‘theerrree you go baby, big stretch..’ and his eyes are staring down at you, his chest heaving and little puffs of air coming out of his mouth

changbin: changbin would whine. he’d scrunch his nose up ever-so-cute, little pout on his lips and a whine as if he can’t fucking believe it!! probably says smth like ‘ah, binnie’s bunny’s too tight!’ as he tries to let u adjust:((

hyunjin: he’d smirk. pushes inside and his head falls back, eyes shut and he’d just fucking smirk, a little sigh coming out.. ‘that’s it. pussy’s fucking amazing, darling.’ !!!!

jisung: oh he’d so look in pain. his eyes are immediately teary when he breaches your hole, hands digging into your hips almost painfully and he’s staring down with you with such an earnest expression. ‘baby, my baby, i need- can i move?’ wants to be so good but hes soo desperate:(

felix: another smiler but definitely a full toothed grin lmfao. his dick’s slowly entering you and he’s smiling, looking like a fucking angel n jus saying ‘is that good? feels so fuckin’ good for me.’ in his deep voice oh hes SOOO

seungmin: oh definitely stares at you with dark eyes, and will NOT let you break eye contact. ‘don’t you fucking dare,’ he’d mutter it as he’s bottoming out, gripping your face, ‘don’t fucking look away from me, look at me as i fill you up.’

jeongin: bites your shoulder and moans so so loud as he fills you up with his cock. definitely the type to be all “ah, yeah, this wet pussy is exactly what i need.” ygm??? like SOOOO cocky with it… ohhhh yes. i think sometimes he’d like to also do a seungmin and keep eye contact with you 😏

[inkluvs]

okay so there are those kits where you can make a mold of your dick so you can make a dildo out of it. eddie would definitely make you a dildo of his dick and gift it to you for a birthday or smth

okay. so. i’ve been staring at this for a while and trying to form a coherent thought and this is what i came up with. also @taintedcigs proofread this <3 <3

omg imagine he puts the dildo in a pretty little box and you’re opening all the presents you’ve gotten and you go to open that one and eddie’s like. let’s maybe open that one later yeah? and you’re like. 🤨🤨🤨. but you say okay anyways and carry on but obv that voice in your head is wondering what it could possibly be. like you’re trying to remember the weight of the box in your hand and trying to match it up to anything eddie might have mentioned ever. but you have no luck <//3 so instead as soon as the last person leaves you run to find the pink box where you’d left it, only to realize eddie’d taken it with him to your room, an easy smile on his lips as he handed it you, “open it babe” and so you do, and your eyes widen as soon as you see the silicon of the dildo, pulling it out and staring at it, speechless until you start to gather the similarities. the slight bump on the underside of the silicone that would've been the prominent vain on eddie's cock, the way it curved ever so slightly, the same way as his. in fact the more you turned it around in your hands the more there seemed to be similarities between the silicone and eddie’s cock. “can i?” you tug at the waistband of his jeans and he nods enthusiastically. you pull his cock out and stare at it for a moment, your eyes flicking back and forth between the toy and him before smiling, “they’re the same” “mhm” “you made this?” “yeah,” “d’you wanna use it?”

15 minutes later you find yourself whimpering and whining at the hands of eddie, your slick coating the pink silicone and leaking onto eddie’s hand <3 <3

[chaepink]

can u write about sub!yan being punished for doing something a yandere would do?

- 🌝 anon

dom!gn!reader, sub!yandere, bondage, overstimulation

"ah ah i-i'm sorry! ngh p-please [n-name]!"

you click your tongue in disappointment, not caring to take a glance at where the voice is coming from. instead, you only use the small remote in your hand to increase the toy vibrations and you can tell that it worked when you hear your yandere let out a cry.

again, you caught your yandere roaming through your closet earlier today. you assume it was to steal another piece of clothing that he could jerk off to later. after all, he's done it before when he must've thought you went out and you saw him jerking himself off as he sniffed your tshirt.

your yandere's loud whimpers and whines fill the room and you suddenly hear crying. you take a quick glance in his direction.

there he is, hands tied to the headboard and naked as his body shakes from the toy in his ass and the vibrator against his limp dick. you notice cum on the sheets around him and on his chest.

your yandere mustve sensed your gaze on him because he suddenly lifts his head up to look at him, his eyes practically begging you to give him pity.

though you only increase the vibrations more, a grin appearing on your face when cum spurts out of his overstimulated dick.

"dont think you can get out of this punishment so easily, baby."

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[hapinesbuterfiy]

social butterfly!reader walking around with big dog privilege( rafe cameron behind her glaring at any suspicious man ) and she's wondering why no one's talking to her

he's the epitome of scary boyfriend. like pls i just need him to tower over me and protect me 😭😭😭

. 𓂃 ꔫ 💌 ‎♡ ˚ .

you're at a concert with rafe, so excited to see your favorite artist and make new fangirl friends!! you're waiting on line to get in, rafe keeping his arms around your shoulders towing over you from behind with his usual smug expression on his face as he scans through the crowd. usually, you attend concerts with sarah the both of you walking up to people and talking to them, but this time rafe bought you the tickets for your birthday so you brought him instead. you look up at him visibly upset while giving him and your best pout and you're just like "hmm i wonder why nobody's talking to me i always make friends at concerts..." he tells you "don't worry about it you have me" and suddenly everythings ok again and you're back in your little rafe bubble so excited to sing your favorite songs with him by your side

[elstoy]

sub!top ellie who’s desperate to be praised and calling you mama, whimpering in the crook of your neck while trying to make you feel good as much as she can 💕💕

oh my ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

i can just imagine her face flushed and hot to the touch , lips all puffy and red , jaw hung loose as she locks her eyes with yours . ellie’s thick shaft is buried whiting the deepest part of your little wet cunt , and as good as it may feel — the tip kissing your cervix and rubbing against your spongey g spot , all you seem to wanna do is torture ellie .

why ?

oh , cause how fun is it to see her confused little face . all you seem to want to do is bite your lip so hard just to keep your moans from flowing . she can sense how good you’re feeling , hell she can feel it herself — the way your thighs shiver and your muscles clench on her shoulders , the way your creamy nectar is running down the front of her thighs and mixes with her own sticky desperate arousal .

“is… is - fuck — ngh! is this not good enough? m’i not f- fucking you good?” she huffs , her voice shaky , choked and blocked , eyebrows furrowed in utter disbelief . her cheeks are burnt and so red and her hair is sticking to her sweaty freckled face , you might as well start feeling sorry for her — but you don’t . instead of encouraging , you keep quiet — again , biting your tongue and swallowing down your whimpers .

you shake your head twice — and with a groan , her movement fastens , her thick plastic dick reaching inside of you even deeper and fuck — a moan just escaped your mouth . ellie buries her face in the valley of your neck , groans of frustration filling your ears like an ego boost of a harmony .

“please p- please mama, know it feels good, just- fuck!” she whimpers , needy hot tongue sucking and circling your earlobe , then reaching further down and kissing on your neck . you’re all goosebumps — all filled up with cum just begging to erupt and ellie really is being so good to you , you moan out her name and ellie moans harder and deeper in response .

“like that, mama? jus’ like that, huh? please, please” — it would be a little hard to guess what she was begging for if you didn’t know her all that well . you finally break , granting ellie her precious wish .

“mhm, so good to me, ellie… f- fucking me so so good” you mumble incoherently between her pressing you down harder on the mattress and your approach high of an orgasm . ellie actually chuckles , but it’s not a cocky one , it’s a damn sigh of relief . she’s making you so proud and you’re finally telling her .

“best, fuckin’, pussy i’ve ever fuckin’ had, mama”

[stargirlrchive]

I fully believe that when Simon is showering, he subconsciously reaches for your body wash and/or hair shampoo and conditioner because they smell like you. He doesn’t even realize what he did until Johnny brings up that there is a fruity/ Flower smell and no one can seem to find out where it’s coming from.

Price just has that knowing look after seeing Simon have a very small freak out when people start to notice the smell but he doesn’t bring it up, just acts confused as well and holds onto Simon’s little secret.

Brb gonna go cry in a corner. I didn’t realize I was in a fluffy mood 😭

the first time it happened, it was an accident. his eyes were closed because the shampoo was running down his eyes and he blindly reached for his loofa and body wash. his mind busy and too focused on something else he didnt register the fruity scent that filled the space.

when his eyes finally open he’s confused because why are the suds by the drain pink? and wait-is that peaches and strawberries that he’s smelling?

he looks over to the shower caddy and sees that your bath wash was opened and normally where his was.

the scent causes his stomach to drop a little because he now smells so much like you, and he loves it.

the second time (and every time after that is much more intentional) and it’s simon’s little secret, even from you, he hides that fact that he uses your body wash now.

anytime the wind blows he gets a whiff that reminds him of you, of home, his heart lurches to his stomach. and that’s just not something he wants to share with anyone yet.

and he finds the pout on your face positively adorable when you have to add your body wash to the groceries list again.

“i swear im going through this thing twice as fast. im like 90% sure they’re putting half of what they used to into the bottle now.”

he normally just presses a kiss to your temple, and ignores the way your face scrunches as you try to place the new scent that’s coming from him.

“you smell good, could just eat you up right now.”

and the boys don’t know about you yet. for the same reason that he’s selfish and not willing to share you with anyone else yet.

so when soap, of all people, picks up on the scent of strawberries and peaches, simon can’t help but panic.

“which one of you fuck ‘eads brought strawberries?”

and he’s sneezing, because everything gives johnny allergies, gaz is looking through his lunch bag, shaking his head as soap sneezes for the filth time in a row,“s’not me.”

price’s gaze locked onto simon, trying to bite back a smile as he fidgets, a man who he’s seen firsthand be an absolute tank on the field, nervous and clenching his fist at the mention of strawberries.

another three sneezes coming from johnny and he’s muttering angrily, “not even in fuckin’ season.”

price barks out a laugh, eyes already stuck on simon as they silently communicate. whoever you were, you were clearly special. someone simon wasn’t quite yet ready to tell them all about.

“don’t know what you’re talking about, soap. i don’t smell nothing fruity.”

price send simon a final look, one that’s warm and happy. happy for his lieutenant. a small nod sent simon’s way to let him know that while the other two don’t need to know yet, he does.

📝 ; this was so fucking cute ): i loved this so much

[leaentries]

not necessarily nasty but can we get something for luke and his shy, insecure partner in bed <3

➛ ofc, sweetheart!

-

You whimpered as Luke slowly eased himself into your heat.

Luke’s eyes snapped to your face, searching for any sign of discomfort. “Are you okay, pretty girl?”

You nodded, despite the nerves jumping around under your skin. When you and Luke decided to finally make love, your anxiety still never faded.

“Are you sure?” His eyes were wide with concern, “You’re shaking, baby.”

Unfortunately, your body gave you away. No matter how much you truly did want this, the worries still plagued your mind. You nodded one more, moving your lips to meet his in a slow, sweet kiss.

“I promise, I’m okay.” You played your head back down on the pillow, face blazing. “Just a little nervous.” Your eyes went everywhere but Luke.

A pair of lips began to pepper kisses all over your face, eliciting bubbly laughter from your throat.

“No being nervous around me, sweetheart.” He continued to press kisses along your jaw, “You’re so perfect.”

His playful kisses slowly turned more sensual, his teeth grazing just above your collarbone. You couldn’t help but whimper when he bit down softly. Your back arched into him, as he gently began to thrust into you.

“Gonna make you feel good, pretty girl. Always want you to feel good.”

[chikaras-garden]

Hi petal! May I request Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne dick headcanons? Like, size and width kinda thing? Thank you!

Sweet Jesus. Yes. Goodness. Oh my god.

DICK GRAYSON 💦

Not the longest. Not the girthiest. A pretty pink head that demands kisses. But the curve of his dick helps him reach places inside you that no one else could ever dream of. This is a cock that finds every spot that makes you squirm and scream—and then invents new ones, just to be sure no man has ever made you feel as good as he does. 

He uses his whole body to fuck you. Hands cupping your cheeks, forehead against yours, breath fanning over your lips in between kisses. When he’s inside you, you’re two halves of one whole, and the point where your body ends and his begins may as well not exist. He’s so agile, so flexible; he’ll work as hard as is necessary to find every position that has you coming undone all over his cock.

Loves to stay inside you. He came so much, so hard, so fast—so he’ll just plug you up, you know? You don’t mind, right? He’ll be so impossibly gentle about it, too; laying on top of you, weight on his knees so he doesn’t hurt you, peppering little kisses up and down your face until his cock softens and slips right out.

DAMIAN WAYNE 💦

A cock so perfect that they should be making dildos based off of him. Very long. Very thick. Tanned and super veiny. Honestly, the worst part is that he knows this because he’s heard it a billion times. Praise does nothing to him after hearing so many people say he feels so good, that he splits them open just right—but the look on your face when he thrusts hard, fast, and deep until your eyes roll back in your head? 

That has him feeling something he’s never felt before. He’s buried to the hilt inside you, you feel him all the way up to your lungs, and you reach down to grab his wrist and hold him right where he is. When your fingers wrap around him, he groans, seeing stars of his own. You reach around his hips and press your hands into his ass to pull him even deeper, and he starts forcing himself into breathing exercises to stop himself from coming right there.

Prefers you to come first. Also prefers when you have the time for both of you to come multiple times. He has a thing for coming on your tits first, and he’d love to come on your face if you’re into that, but sex isn’t finished until he fills you, duh.

@uc1wa I wasn't kidding

[rinhaler]

Now,

I don’t know who it should be.

But I need a pervy roommate fic with a JJK man.

It’s so necessary to better our society.

- 🪞

nonnie ur so right and for whatever reason this is screaming choso to me

warnings: 18+ MDNI, virgin!choso, masturbation mention (m + f), sex toy use (m + f), jealousy, panty theft, slight voyeurism?, lovesick choso.

words: .8k

You love Choso, you always have. People often think he’s a loser because he’s so quiet. But you know better. He’s your best friend, after all! You’re joined at the hip, too. That’s why when you got to college, you saw it as a perfect opportunity to live together.

He regrets it, though.

He doesn’t regret getting to spend each and everyday with you. In fact, he hates it when you’re apart. He loves it when you finish classes and come home to study with him, helping you stay focused and on track while you sit beside him.

He loves it when you’re sleepy. You’ll rest your head on his shoulder while you’re doing your coursework or watching a movie together on the couch and drift off to sleep so suddenly. He loves how sweet you always smell when you’re so close to him. Like perfume and chocolate, you’ve always had a sweet tooth.

What he does hate, however, is when you bring guys home.

He can admit, it’s rare. Boys aren’t at the top of your list of priorities, but even you sometimes need a release. What he hates most is the boys that you pick. They’re all useless and never make you cum. Your pornographic moans are as fake as the majority of the videos he sees online. Loud and overcompensating as you pander to the men you bestow the honour of enjoying the heaven he can only imagine between your legs.

Choso is a virgin, but he knows he could make you cum for real.

He knows you fake it because when your partners leave, he always hears the gentle buzz of your vibrator whirring as you sink it between your dripping folds.

And the sound of your real moans are like a symphony. It’s a sound he could recite from memory because he thinks of it so often. He imagines the grey head of your wand harshly vibrating against your clit. He knows it’s grey, because he snuck into your room with the sole purpose of finding it.

Invading your privacy is wrong, sure, but he needed a better mental image of what you do to yourself so that he can imagine it clearly when he gets off. He even tried it himself, teasing his length and his tip until he quickly doused your toy in hot white sperm.

He cleaned it after, of course, but it really gets him off knowing he’s stained your favourite toy, and you use it on yourself almost every day.

He loves how you didn’t question him when your favourite pair of panties went missing. Why would he take them? Well, the answer to that is simple. Because he knew you’d failed to remove them when you masturbated one day and went in the shower right after. The sticky seat of your panties smelt and tasted like heaven.

He came into them again and again and again until he had nothing left to give. You didn’t even blink when you found them in your underwear drawer, fresh and clean, and put them on the very next day.

He wished they were dirty, though. The thought of you walking around all day with his kids rubbing against your pussy lips made him harder than you could begin to imagine.

One day he’ll confess his feelings to you, and you’ll experience all of the love and pleasure he has to offer. But for now, being your perverted roommate is enough. Of course sinking his cock into your pretty cunt would be better than fucking his fist.

But he can’t deny the sick sort of pleasure he gets from you being so clueless.

Clueless about what a perv he is.

© 2023 rinhaler

[mcondance]

spiky punk hobie and his girl obsessed with all things pink and fluffy

he fell second but fell on his fucking face for u

ughhh 💔💔 there was just something about the tall boy with the cool hair. you couldn’t get enough of seeing him around town and at the various concerts you’d attend, sometimes even seeing him on stage. luckily you have a mutual friend because even though you may not look it, you’re as well-versed in politics as hobie. so, you tell your friend, and the next time all 3 of y’all are at a concert, they point you out to hobie.

and there you are, in a pretty pink dress with ribbons tied in a pretty bow in your hair, screaming the lyrics to a punk song. hobie’s brown eyes immediately turn into red hearts, and he’s walking over to you before he even knows what he’s doing. “what’s a pretty girl like you doing in a dingy place like this?”

y’all hit it off that night. even months later, people keep asking y’all how you even make it work, but what they don’t know is that hobie’s a pretty boy underneath the tough exterior, and you’re pretty rough underneath all the pink and fluff. a perfect match.

[tsireyqs]

bae we fr need the stepdad jake fic!!!

dancing with our hands tied.

pairings: stepdad! jake sully x reader

warnings: smut (18+), a tiny little bit of degradation, vaginal fingering, age gap, dilf! jake!!!!, dark content, & stepcest. please please heed these warnings, my loves!

rough bark digs into your back as you lean into the tree. jake trailing open-mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking a bruise into your pulse point as he goes down. lower and lower until his lips seal around your nipple, his thumb swirling around the other and you whine. catching your nipple in between his teeth, he bites down harshly before growling into your breasts. “keep quiet, girl.”

the bark leaves scratches along your back as you squirm under his touch. you knew your mother would question the marks tainting your skin, but you didn’t care. not when jake’s fingers dip in between your folds, gathering your arousal to circle your clit. your hands thread into his hair, clenching your legs together instinctively. 

jake’s rough hands force your legs apart, his blunt nails leaving crescent shaped marks into the fleshy part of your thighs. “you gotta keep those pretty legs open for me, babygirl,” his voice is muffled against your tummy. he kisses right below your belly button, sucking marks into your skin as he reaches the spot right above your clit.

your fingers dig into his scalp and you cry, “please, daddy. need you so bad it hurts,”

jake drops down to his knees, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder. “my pretty girl’s so desperate for her daddy, huh? what do you need, sweetheart?” his head dips his lower, licking a broad stripe to your pussy and he groans against your heat at the taste of you. “my mouth?” he leaves trails of kisses to your thighs, his middle and ring finger prodding at your entrance. “or my fingers?” his slick-coated digits slip into you by the joints. he chuckles into your thigh when you tugs at his locks. “there ya’ go, need to get this pretty little pussy ready for my cock.”

your head lulls back into the tree as jake curls his fingers to you, his thumb rubbing languid circles into your clit. he stares up at you through his lashes and his pupils dilate when he watches your chest heave up and down. your teeth bite down on your lower lip hard to conceal your whines as his fingers slip in and out of your cunt so deliciously. 

he abruptly pulls his fingers out of you when he feels you clench around him, your tail wrapping around his forearm to keep him against you. jake reaches up, his large hand wrapping around the circumference of your throat and he squeezes just enough to make you gasp. you couldn’t help the whine that escapes your lips when you feel the sudden emptiness. 

“stupid girl, what did i say about being quiet? you’re gonna get us caught,” he hisses. his head tilts when your small hands wrap around his wrist, and he tsks, “you’d like that, huh? bet you’d love for everyone to see how filthy you are-- letting your daddy play with your pussy. what would your mother think? her precious daughter actin��� like a fuckin’ slut. imagine how disappointed she’ll be.”

your skin burns under his touch when he hefts you up to his waist, your ankles crossing at the small of his back as you wrap your legs around him. your hips roll into him and you mewl when you feel his length slip in between your folds, the head of his cock catching your clit as he teases you.

jake’s grip is harsh on your hips and his fangs scrape against your pulse point. “stay still,” his voice is clipped. your wrists fit into one of his hands as he grabs them and pins them above your head. “be good, little girl. or else you get nothing.”

nothing could have prepared you for the way he pistons his hips into you. all the air escapes your lungs as he barely gives you time to adjust to his cock and you squeal, your legs clenching tighter around his hips. his other hand finds its way back to your throat and he squeezes lightly as he fucks into you. the feeling of his balls hitting your ass at every thrust makes your pussy flutter around his length. “fuck, daddy. you’re so deep,” you babble out.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. he was practically rearranging your insides at this point,  moving so deep inside your cunt. “just needed to be stuffed, huh? so full of daddy’s cock, takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” he sinks his canines into your throat in between praises, “m’gonna cum in this sweet cunt, babygirl.”

jake’s hands cradle your face, making you look him in the eyes. the feeling was entirely too much. his hips move faster allowing his cock to drill into you. his hand keeps a bruising grip as he keeps your hands pinned above you. and the look in his eyes makes you squirm. 

he tips your head down, forcing you to look down to where your bodies connect. the sight of your slick coating his pelvis and your inner thighs causes a shiver to roll down your spine. jake laughs when you jolt under him, “look at that, girl. watch as i fill you up with my cum.”

his words send you over the edge, the coil in your tummy diminishing as his cock paints your insides. your breath is erratic when you feel his fangs bite down on your collarbone. jake rocks his hips slowly into you now, your lids slid shut to savor the feeling of him inside you. your arms wrap around his shoulders loosely as he releases your wrists and you pant into his neck.

jake rubs soothing circles into your back when he gently pulls out of you, ignoring the whine that falls from your lips. his lips place a kiss on your sternum and he glides his fingers in between your legs. he gathers the cum that oozes out of you and pushes them back into your cunt, hooking his fingers into your sweet spot. your nails dig into his shoulder, “s’too much…”

“i know, sweet girl,” he hushes your cries and lets his thumb rub gently at your clit. “but i’m not quite done with ya’ yet.”

[toji-girl]

i actually think i have a problem - i have a serious lactation kink like idk why 😭 i was wondering if you could possibly write a toji x reader w lactation kink and literally anything else you’d like to add 🥹

- 🩰

toji and lactation kink go hand in hand so ofc! I gotcha also the idea of letting him do that is so sensual and intimate and just skhnsjkhsr!! I want him so bad.

tags: 18+ only content - mdni + fem reader + lactation kink + you're mamaguro + Megumi is a newborn + this has no smut in it actually lmao but I enjoyed writing this either way - if you want smut just lmk for sure 😏😏

Any time you heard any baby, and not just your son wail at the top of their new lungs your shirt would become a soaking mess, the high-pitched cries were enough to have you flustered and embarrassed.

It couldn't be helped though.

Breastfeeding a very hungry baby is a full-time job.

Also, having a husband who was curious about it as well seemed to be a part-time job, he'd watch Megumi suckle from your breast until he fell asleep completely milk-drunk. "Is it sweet?" He questioned from the other side of the room wanting to know what it tasted like.

At first, it was just a curiosity thing then it slowly turned into a burning need that he couldn't get out of his head, and a few times he's helped massage your breast to help with a clogged duct.

"Ya know I love how much bigger these have gotten," Toji murmured one evening when the both of you had some downtime while Megumi slept in his room down the hallway, large palms cupping your breasts feeling the milk start to bead on your nipples, and through the shirt soaking the fabric.

You narrowed your eyes at him and rolled them playfully. "I thought you liked them before?" You asked feeling a little self-conscious after giving birth which was something your husband knew about.

"I love every inch of you doll, you just gave birth to our son, you're badass." He murmured moving in closer to you, his words were an attempt to soothe any worries you have and it helped a little.

He nudged at your side almost like a dog before slipping his hands up your shirt. "Megumi won't be awake for a while, if you keep doing that I'm going to have to pump." You whined softly when he used the advantage of how huge his shirt was on you to poke his head underneath it and kiss your stomach slowly.

"Let me help then," Toji murmured causing you to pull the neck away to look at him still hidden under the shirt, his hot breath fanned over your breast that he inched closer to, the milk dripping down your sides making you wet and sticky. He watched as you nodded slowly.

You knew it would help so you let him latch onto your nipple drawing the bud into his mouth gently making you hiss with relief when he began to suck drawing the milk out. "Gentle! They feel like chew toys for our son." You hummed and rubbed his back groaning softly.

It didn't take him long for him to switch to your other breast, his bulge becoming prominent as he slid one arm under your back to tug you closer to him. "Feel any better?" Toji asked when he pulled away licking his lips and pulling his head out from under your shirt.

"A lot....thank you." You looked at him a little shy making him chuckle and wipe his mouth before he kissed you and let you curl into his side ready to fall into a deep sleep after being awake for so long.