#📨 — requests

[ligayangdala]

i know busy kayo pero pwedeng patambak sa reqs ng arranged marriage fic with doyoung? yung hindi sila fond of eo nd walang physical contact or wtv pero biglang mapapa-"where's my wife?" si doy? with soft dom! doy nd sub! mc sana pleek HAHAHAHA, thank you mwa 😋

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posting in a few!

natapos namin but nalimutan ata namin na sub!mc audafuihogoaf pero we hope you'll like it 🧃 anon!

[rinhaler]

ok but like nanami or geto fucking us in a room and gojo just goes in without knocking and sees. and it’s all awkward and he leaves but then ends up going into another room to jerk off cause it was kinda hot…

i would like to maintain that i am not a getou fucker but i hope u enjoy this nonnie :3

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, voyeurism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, vaginal sex.

words: .9k

“O-Oh, shit, Suguru… should we stop?” you pant, your boyfriend still smothering your neck in soft kisses. It’s an answer in itself, but he still feels compelled to breathe the words softly against your skin.

“No, sweetheart, he’ll be fine.” he coos, nibbling on your earlobe. Ultimately distracting you completely from the awkward encounter of being walked in on while you’re naked with Suguru’s cock balls deep in your cunt.

Satoru leans against the wall for a moment while your bare form runs rampant through his mind. The way your swollen, bitten lip fell from your teeth as you moaned while riding Suguru’s thick length.

The way skin slapping against skin filled the room as he relentlessly pounded into you. How sweaty you both appeared to be. You must have been at it for a while. And Satoru has never been so jealous.

He’d always had a thing for you, but kept it to himself out of respect for his best friend. But, fuck, that’s a hard thing to ignore. And now he’s dealing with another hard thing to ignore.

He shouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

But he finds himself instinctively walking to his own dorm room and leaning against the wall that he shares with Suguru. He can still hear you going at it. And his heart flutters.

You know how thin the walls are, and yet you’re making no effort to conceal your salacious little moans. You’re doing it for him, aren’t you? That’s what he thinks, anyway. That’s how he reasons it as he pulls off his t-shirt and throws it to the ground. His sweats come down just enough for him to grab his aching cock.

And the little hiss he emits is pornographic as he makes contact with himself. He’s so turned on, so sensitive it’s almost sore to touch himself. But he can’t help it. He needs this.

He runs his hand over his drooling cockhead and is even taken aback himself by what a mess you’ve made of him. Without even trying. His head falls back against the wall with a gentle thump as he closes his eyes and imagines he is the one fucking you right now. The way you’re trying to be quiet but failing completely as Suguru continues to fuck up into you and viciously pound against your g-spot without remorse.

It should be him.

He looks down at his cock. It’s red and throbbing with a burning desire to be stuffed inside of your precious little cunt.

“Hhng, ah! Suguru! Don’t, d-don’t stop baby.. haaah~!”

Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? Even if his hand wasn’t already blurring as he fucks into his fist, he’d have to after that. You want him to hear, he was right. You want him to get off to the idea of you. Of fucking you. Of being a seedy little witness to your filthy show.

You act so innocent, but you aren’t. He should have known.

It’s always precious little things like you that are the most depraved.

He doesn’t want to stop touching himself. He wants to enjoy the feeling of pleasuring himself with you at the same time forever. But he can hear your hitching breaths. The way you’re struggling to keep up with Suguru and how he has to help you even more.

He doesn’t want to stop.

But he has to cum with you.

The way Suguru tries to silence himself as he shoots his load inside of you makes him smile. Like it’s some secret that you’re fucking. It’s well past that, now. Gojo had already borne witness to your natural instincts consuming you both.

He fists his cock faster. Harder. Suguru doesn’t stop fucking you, rubbing your clit with his thumb all the while. He can hear it in your shaky breaths. You're close. You’re so fucking close.

And you’ll cum together.

How romantic.

He doesn’t hold back his own moans as he hears you succumb to your building orgasm. It’s only right that you know what you’ve done to him, he thinks. And for a moment, it goes silent, when you realise what is happening in the room next door.

You’re covering your mouth, much to Suguru’s dismay. He yanks your hand away and interlocks his fingers with yours. Still fucking his softening cock into you relentlessly.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirks, “We wanna hear your pretty moans.”

And Satoru’s cock spurts glob after glob of white, shimmering cum onto his stomach as he moans boisterously for you. Suguru really is the best friend he could ask for. He could have so easily stopped fucking you and started a fight over the fact he’s masturbating over you.

He’s generous. Sharing you and your gorgeous moans with him. He didn’t have to, of course. But Suguru knows how lucky he is to have you. He feels sorry for every other man on earth since he knows no one else can have you.

“Fuuuuuuck me.” Satoru sighs as he finishes, jerking every last drop of cum he possibly can.

“You’re welcome, Satoru,” Suguru laughs, knocking his knuckle against the wall behind him. You collapse above his body, resting your head on his shoulder as you come down from your high. “Don’t make a habit of it, though.”

“A habit?” he laughs, knowing it’s far too late for that. “Next time, I want to watch.”

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[straykeedz]

Okay so hear me out

Body worship with dom!hyunjin but it's YOU worshipping HIM

Thoughts?👀

mature content, minors dni!

no because i wasn’t thinking about this while i was attending classes 🫠🤥 (i so was)

hope this lives up to you expectations! ♡🫧

(okay so i think he likes to be called sir when he’s in a dom mood don’t ask me why) anyhow, what popped up in my mind was something on the line of:

hyunjin kneeling between your legs because he definitely wants to see your face as he fucks you, he wants to see how good he’s making you feel and most importantly he wants you to tell him how much you like it when he fucks you

so he’d encourage you, saying something like “who’s making you feel this good, huh?” cockily as he thrusts inside of you

“you, you, jinnie”

and i feel like he’d be rough but not too rough - he wouldn’t go as far as to properly hit you in bed, but maybe he’d spank your asscheek if you called him by his name

“what did you call me?” he’d ask you

“s-sir” you correct yourself immediately

and he’d want you to make up for accidentally calling him by the wrong name, you know, so he’d tease you maybe

he’d slow down his thrusts just to see you desperate, begging for him to fuck your harder

“please, sir, please” you’d whimper as an attempt to get him to move inside of you “need to feel you, need to feel your cock”

and oh, this sounds interesting to his ears, so he’d smirk and tease you more, moving his hips slowly

“yeah? you like it?” at this point he just wanna hear you beg, he just wanna hear you worship him

“i love it” would be a good answer, but not enough, so he’d encourage you to continue. “you have a perfect cock, sir. it’s long and thick and feels so perfect inside of me”

it would be his turn to whimper now, but he’d desperately try to muffle his sounds because he’s the one in charge tonight, so he’d pick up the pace of his thrusts, pleaded with your answer

“continue” he’d demand, thrusting inside of you relentlessly “tell me what you like about me”

“and your arms… god, your arms, i love to feel them around me. so big and strong, make me feel so safe”

“more” he’d grunt, looking into your eyes

“your fingers” you moan “so delicate when you’re holding your paintbrush or pencils, so rough when you put them in my mouth or deep inside of me”

at this point his head is spinning and he’d start to feel already close

so he’d start rubbing your clit with his fingers

“fuck, you’re so good at this, sir” he hears you praise him, moaning from the pleasure he’s making you feel “nobody could ever make me feel the way you do”

and he looooves being told he’s the best at something

“yeah?”, nevertheless, he’d still act cocky, even though he’s seconds away from spilling his load

“and fuck- you’re so handsome and hot” at this point you’re just rambling and he loves it even more because he knows you’re letting the words fall out of your mind without even thinking

“you turn me on so much, fuck, want you to do the nastiest things to me- fuck, i’m so close, sir”

but of course he wouldn’t let you cum without begging for it first

“ask nicely”

“can i cum, sir?” you’d whine

“not enough”

“let me cum on your pretty cock, sir, please” your heart beating fast in your chest, legs already shaking “please sir, let me show you how much you turn me on, let me show you how much i can cum for you”

he’d make you cum with his cock buried deep inside of you and his fingers on your clit, and his orgasm would follow shortly after.

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[jeanbie]

hi, i hope you‘re doing well! :)

i don‘t know if you take requests or if you still write for yelena but i‘m currently rewatching attack on titan season 4 and i thought about yelena being very protective over reader when it comes to drinking the wine (her being protective in general), she can‘t tell reader why though because she still wants to be loyal to zeke‘s plan, despite being in a relationship.

it‘s totally fine if you don‘t wanna do it, feel free to ignore this ask. bye, bye! <3

LOVE AND WAR ★ masterlist.

pairing: yelena x reader

warnings: none | wc: 1.7k

note: thank u so much for requesting and i am so sorry that it took decades to post this! i just suddenly feel very inspired and have written 3 fics in 48 hours!! enjoy anon ଘ( ੭⁰̷̴͈ ᵕ ˘͈)੭* ✩

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Yelena doesn’t feel regret. She just doesn’t — there has never been a moment where Yelena has felt regretful over any decision she has made. Nothing has been important enough to damage the profound impact of her final goal, which has always been to assist Zeke, to follow Zeke, to devote herself to Zeke. 

But Yelena has to admit to herself that when she looks to the side and sees you, bounding across the dark lawn beneath her from her balcony, a smile of pure elation drawn on your face, that for the first time in her life, the dull ache in her chest might not be the impatience to get on with it all; instead, it might actually be regret.

For all of her life, Yelena has felt a sense of greater purpose in store, a meaning that transcends her body, making her only a vessel of power to help move along the plan of a lifetime — the plan to end an era of suffering and welcome in an age of peace and prosperity. There has been nothing that has ever made her hesitate, ever made her wonder if what she is doing is right.

Until now.

Every couple of minutes, a new group of heckling cadets swarm underneath the swift wave of lawn beneath her balcony, and it wasn’t until she caught sight of you in one of her shirts that she felt the weight of her actions suddenly clam up inside of her, leaving behind not a happy feeling of importance but an ache of fear — fear that drives her out of her room and down the flight of stairs to find you before you’re pulled into the swarm of bodies crowding around open crates of delicious, foreign wine.

“Y/N.”

Somehow over the noise, you hear Yelena’s voice and turn your head, catching her looming height in the angled darkness of the hallway. Nobody blinks an eye at her, which is unusual. Ordinarily, cadets marvelled at the sight of her, pushed forward into her vicinity in a sort of morbid curiosity at her curious impression. Even you, once, had looked at her in a stunned sort of shock, long before the shock transformed into wonder, and the wonder melted into adoration. 

Manoeuvring around the excitement of your friends, you glance at one of them who looks at you questioningly and gesture towards the half-hidden figure standing guard in the dark. They follow your finger, gulp appropriately, and bow their head back into their original state of oblivious happiness, all in the name of good wine and good fun. 

No blonde, blunt and brutally tall foreign woman will stop any of them from their night of drinking. They had, after years of torment from titans that came from no place but that blonde, blunt and brutally tall foreign woman’s previous home, deserved a night of fun.

Yelena welcomes you into her personal space with a smile; a cautious smile that barely lifts any of her features up, but a smile nonetheless, and you reach her with your own surprised joy and let her pull you gently down into the spiralling darkness and back towards one of the doors into a study. 

Inside, the furniture is dripping with a dusty, moonlight glow, the windows flung open to let out the stench of stale wood and alcohol, the disinfectant choking in the broom cupboard joined to the right wall.

“I thought you’d already be at the party,” you say, trying to think of some reason for her guiding you here. There’s nothing indicating her purpose of being in this study, but she seems inclined to keep you here, blocking you in by putting herself between you and the now-closed exit door.

Yelena smiles, truly smiles, then and raises her eyebrows smugly. “There’s a party?”

“A party fully funded and catered to by your comrades,” you reply.

“Comrades,” she repeats, amused. “Please.”

“True, though. I can’t think of anyone in my squad who’s tried foreign wine before,” you continue, feeling your heart thump as Yelena steps over the invisible line between you both and smooths her fingers through your hair, thumbing the back of your head. “I haven’t had a drink since they retook Shiganshina!”

Yelena’s mouth twists at that. “The wine tastes like shit. I wouldn’t recommend it.”

“All you talked about once was this wine,” you counter, one brow raised suspiciously. “Best wine in Marley, you said.”

“I had to entice everyone somehow,” she replies. “Wine makes friends. Builds trust. It’s a universal peace offering.”

“Peace I’m apparently not allowed to take part in.”

Yelena frowns. 

When she offered her services to Zeke and completely devoted herself to him and his cause, it came with the consequence of silence — her life and everyone’s future depended on it. Yelena wanted nothing more but to warn you of what was to come, even better to hide you from it, but in doing so would mean running the risk of everything they’ve all worked so hard to set in motion coming crashing down.

While Yelena placed her entire trust in you, she couldn’t assume the same for the others privy to the knowledge she has. Instead, she’s subjected to staring down at your confused expression in a permanent place of horror.

“Look, it’s not that you’re not allowed to take part in the fun tonight, I just think there are better ways to celebrate,” Yelena suggests, her hands finding themselves on your face, cupping you to stop you from turning away towards the disappearing cluster of cadets in the hallway. “Like with me, for example.”

Yelena knows she’s expected to be apart of the festivities happening tonight in an effort to create an alibi, but if missing out means ensuring that you don’t feel suspicious of her, or worse that you feel a distance pulling you further apart, then she’ll happily take that chance. There were loopholes in her devotion to Zeke, and she was sure he would understand should he have any grievances with her disappearance tonight.

But her stomach churns when you smile, thread your fingers through hers and pull her hands from your cheeks. “Unlike you, I happen to like spending time with other people.”

“I like other people, too, but I’d rather be with you if I had the chance,” Yelena replies. She watches closely as you bite your bottom lip to suppress a grin — all the good that does when it spreads over your face regardless. 

“Stop…trying to change my mind,” you force out, leaning up on your toes to press your lips against hers. Yelena feels the tug worsen, her guilt hardening. 

It is entirely her own fault that she happened to fall in love on this stupid island. She was only supposed to be here to speed along Zeke’s plan, but she had never factored in meeting someone like you, someone so unaccustomed to outsiders yet so welcoming of them. 

If she closes her eyes, Yelena can still remember the first time she saw you, passing you by in the halls as she walked flanked by Hange and Levi. You turned to greet your superior soldiers with a smile and a salute, one that Hange simply nudged away with their hand followed by a quick fuss of your hair before continuing forward — and then your eyes met. 

Whatever followed is insignificant when Yelena considers how she got from point A to B: point A being seeing you that day in the hallway and point B being now, where she looks at you and feels her entire body go rigid. 

Yelena’s never felt love, either, but if she had to wager a guess, she’d say that love was what she felt when she saw you.

She pulls you in closer when you try to break away from your kiss, swallowing your laugh as she lifts you up off the floor and in a circle on the spot. She ignores the ache in her heart when you squirm away and nudge your nose against her cheekbone; tries to will away the guilt in her chest, the flipping of her stomach. 

“Why don’t we just go together?” you compromise once she relents and sets you back on your feet. You stare up at her expectantly. “You might be surprised to find that people actually want to talk to you.”

“I think you mean interrogate me,” Yelena replies. She has a point — people don’t know if to trust Yelena or not, even though thus far she’s done nothing wrong except step off the enemies boat. 

“Then… Why don’t we go and show our faces, spend some time in the fun, and then we can spend time together after,” you suggest, if only to see the light return to Yelena’s suddenly dark eyes. She peers at you, trying to figure out how someone as awful as her ended up with something as precious as you.

“Just as long as you don’t touch that shitty wine,” she counters.

Yelena flicks your chin when you roll your eyes. 

“You and that bloody wine…”

“I mean it, Y/N,” she says. The way her voice sounds suddenly so somber and serious makes you pause, questioningly raising your brows at her face. “Please don’t.”

Yelena has already sworn her own voice away for Zeke’s noble cause, but she needn’t use her words to convey her true feelings. You search for any indication that she might be fooling around and find nothing. Yelena seems as serious about this as the scouts had once been about titans, and you fidget in space before swallowing and giving her a sincere nod.

“Fine,” you agree, reaching for her fists by her side. “I’ll skip the wine and stick to ale. But it’s your fault if I puke everywhere. I’ve never been good at handling it.”

“Consider me threatened,” Yelena remarks, trying to tame the hammering of her heart in her chest when you lace your fingers with hers and smile, all before pulling her towards the worn wooden doors that connect to the hallway and string of festive rooms full of unsuspecting soldiers downing bottles of wine.

Wine that Yelena knows will play a much larger role in the orchestration of Zeke’s great plan — but wine that she has managed to save you from. And she can only pray to whichever God took pity on her here in this hallway that you can understand her when the truth comes out.

[asvterias]

Last request omgg i thought of a lot of ideas in like 20 minutes i’m scaring myself. 😭

Imagine Dior and fem reader get into an argument because they’re both actresses and Fem reader is stressed out with her new movie and filming and Dior is stressed over her new song. So they get into an argument over nothing just them taking there stress out and they end up breaking up.

They break up for like maybe a week or two before the fem reader has her movie premiere and her co star is touchy with her and stuff. So Dior gets jealous and starts thinking of ways to apologize and win fem reader back.

Dior shows up after the movie premiere with flowers or something and immediately starts apologizing and telling fem reader how much she loves her. The two girls end up confessing how much they love each other and then they kiss and soon tons of flashing show up around them ( paparazzi ) they laugh and run away from the paparazzi.

Then they go home and cuddle with each other happy to be back in each others arms.

i might be evil but i might try to start to write this one first ✌️😭

[sparklingsin]

what abt a soft n fluffy but lil bit awkward first kiss w Tom or Peter whatever your heart desires 🥺

easy as you and me

I'm sorry if this is bad but ty for the prompt love <3

peter parker x gn!reader | post nwh | fluff | blurb

The first time it happens, you don't see it coming.

You're on your stomach beside Peter, who is typing away on his laptop, the bright screen reflected in his eyes. Forehead slightly scrunched and lips pressed into a pout, he seems engrossed.

It's the most endearing thing.

You watch as he sighs before furiously pressing the back key on the keyboard and muttering something under his breath. You catch the words 'stupid' and 'please work' and chuckle inwardly.

It is so easy being with him like this. In his tiny apartment, by the light of your devices and the warm New York breeze blowing in through the curtain-less window

Oh, you've forgotten to bring him your spare curtains again.

He leans over then, with casual ease and into your shoulder, clearly frustrated with the code he's been punching into his laptop for the last few hours.

It's muscle memory for you to lean right in, burying your face into his hair that smells like your favourite smell— him.

You love Peter. You didn't think you'd fall in love with the boy that had shown up at your hardware store one day, looking for a chip your father had stopped selling ages ago but you managed to fish out from the scraps nonetheless because something told you the boy desperately needed it.

You never asked what Peter did with the chip, or why sometimes you never heard from him or why, on nights that were different from this one, he'd call you to just hear your voice.

"Peter," you whisper without thinking and he looks up. There's that glaze in his eyes from when he's too lost in his thoughts for a moment, before it clears.

"Huh?" he asks, narrowing his focus to you.

You never have to plead for his attention.

You don't know why you do it. You have been thinking about it a long time, but tonight, the warm familiarity somehow feels unique and special. It's in the air, it's in the way one of Peter's legs is carelessly thrown over yours, it's in the way his curls are even more relentless today, it's the way his mouth is turned into a frown that shouldn't be so pretty.

You lean over and press your lips to his, just briefly, a feather touch at best, but your heartbeat is hardly contained in your chest.

You back away from a Peter that is frozen then, mouth hanging open slightly.

For a moment, the world feels razor sharp— like everything has slowed down and your senses have been dialed to eleven to register the tiniest detail in the apartment.

But then, much to your surprise, Peter's leaning back in, his hand finding it's way to cup your face and pulling you towards him.

Your lips meet again and the world loses its focus, dissolving into mist around you. Your heart is still yet beating fast, feeling Peter's lips draw you in. His lips are soft and pillowy against your own as you let your hands wander to his neck and let yourself be pulled in.

The soft nudge of his nose into yours, the warmth that is blooming across your chest, the gentle want that is evident in the way his lips are moving around yours— it is dizzying.

When you part, the need for air becoming imminent, you find your self facing a Peter who is smiling slightly.

Laughter bubbles out of your throat and you press a hand to your mouth in embarrassment. You're not sure why you chuckled. Maybe it's because you feel a little light-headed and fuzzy.

"What?" you ask, not sure what answer you are looking for yourself.

"That was everything I imagined and more," he admits, curling one end of his lip. You know he can't tell in the darkness, but you're definitely blushing.

It's easy being with Peter. Nothing changes as you settle right back beside him, his shoulder pressing into yours. You work for another hour or so, in the company of each other's silence and the steady hum of the light outside Peter's apartment.

Until, he nudges you with his shoulder and you look up— and Peter's kissing you again.

You lose track of how many times you kiss after, that night, but everytime is better than the last and you never see them coming.

request fluff

[mrlilrox]

May you draw a headshot of a dragon with a Pinocchio curse? Her snoot grows whenever she lies, but she doesn't mind because birds land and rest on her snoot.

Snoot? More like perch ngl

[mrssturnioloo]

Constantly one-upping Bradley (because we're just too good at flying) and instead of taking offense, he just admires us even more?

anon!! i love this!!

of course bradley was already head over heels in love with you. he has been since you threatened to shoot down his plane during trading after he accidentally bumped into you and spilt your coffee.

since then, you made it your mission to torment him. jake joined in on it too.

you both tried your hardest to one up bradley. while bradley had found jake annoying, it was quite the opposite for you. the more you one-upped him, the more he fell for you.

somewhere down the line, you found out that he loved when you one-upped him. so you continued to do just that.

sometimes phoenix likes to joke that you’re a just another version of hangman.

[bunnywanted]

I know that you don’t answer asks often, but can I sign off as 💜 when I write in? Most sincerely, your pretty, pretty please anon who’s too shy to come off anon yet

of course, sweetheart 🖤

[ligayangdala]

omg pa-req naman po ng isang stressed CEO na Jeong Jaehyun na mahilig sa boobs at rough sex 😫😫

will post in a few!

[rinhaler]

step brother sukuna forcefully taking his stepsister's virginity <3 (with size difference)

sukuna has got me in the biggest chokehold and this weeks dub has not helped in the least long live ray chase

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, noncon, stepcest, creampie, use of 'good girl', virginity loss, vaginal sex, hair pulling, degradation, spanking, noncon photography.

words: 1.3k

“S-Sukuna?” you wake up, eyes fuzzy and the darkness not helping matters as you try and make out the shape of your step-brother in your doorway. He could be anyone, really, but the size of his silhouette gives him away. You roll over to check the time on your phone, grunting with displeasure when you see it’s only 3am.

He comes inside, stealthily, and he reeks of alcohol. You can smell him from your bed. And you feel blinded when he turns on the light, your retinas blown to hell as you try and adjust to the brightness.

You yelp as he sits on the mattress, and you sit up quickly.

“You’re a good girl,” he tells you, voice slurring slightly as he speaks. “Staying home tonight, good… good girl.”

You aren’t sure what to say, though you begin to worry he might vomit on your carpet. You hasten out of bed to grab the bin in the corner of your room, placing it between his legs. And he laughs at that, it’s just so… you.

“Some… whore… I don’t remember her name,” he sniffs, looking down at the bin before his red eyes hone in on you. “She was all over me tonight. But I pushed her away. Y’know why?”

“W-Why…” you ask, cautiously, your inner monologue telling you this is leading somewhere bad. You want to run, but you feel like your legs at being weighed down to your mattress.

“I thought, why fuck her? I don’t care about her. She’s easy. But you,” he continues. He kicks the bin away and he climbs onto your bed, crawling closer to you on all fours like a predator cornering it’s. prey. You try to escape, still weighed down with fear. But you could only get so far anyway. Your back meets with the headboard, and you know you’re trapped. “My sweet little sister. Are you sweet? Maybe you’re a whore like her.”

“Sukuna, p-please, I’ve never… I’ve never—”

“You’re real sweet.” he grins, pulling you against him until your noses touch. “Should have known you were a virgin. I hear you when you touch yourself sometimes, you never last long. You’ll prob’ly cum on my cock the minute I put it in.” he sneers, and in your panic he manages to flip you onto your stomach with ease.

“N-No, please, I don’t— you’re my b-brother!” you object, body freezing and turning limp as you realise you’re powerless to his advances. He doesn’t bother undressing you, he just pins your wrists above your head with one large palm. “S-Sukuna?”

“I’m your big brother, and I should be the first person to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” he answers you, unzipping his trousers and freeing his cock just enough to use against you. He moves your pyjama shorts into the crease of your thigh, and he can’t help but ogle your sopping flesh. “You’re wet, little girl. And no panties. You knew I was coming, didn’t you? Did all of this for me… how thoughtful.”

You cry, silently, as you realise there’s nothing you can say to stop this. He drags his thick cockhead up and down your folds before he practically stabs it into your entrance. You scream, but he yanks your hair and forces your face down into the pillows to silence you.

“Shut the fuck up.” he tells you. “You want this, I know you do.” he lies, though you don’t know if it’s for your benefit or his own. Each drag and rut into your heat is torture. It’s slow, tormenting, until he finds a steady rhythm against your resisting walls.

“Ah, ah!” you moan, your voice finally free as he gives you the chance to breathe. He snarls as he hears you, moaning like a slut as he defiles your virgin interior.

“Knew you’d like it, slut.” he laughs, picking up the pace as your needy whining encourages him. He lets your hands go, knowing you’ve given up on fighting him. His hands knead into the flesh of your ass, spanking you on occasion and forcing you to jolt back against him. He pulls your hair until your back is curved into an almost agonising arch.

“S-Sukuna! H-Hurts! Hurts s’much!”

“Is that why you’re moaning like a bitch in heat for me, hah?” he chides, spanking your ass as he continues bullying his cock into you. “Ya getting tighter around me, sister. Naughty girl…” he spanks you again and you can’t help but preen for him. You fucking hate yourself and you hate him for doing this to you.

You just can’t deny how good it feels.

“Y-You’ve always been so good,” he pants, stuttering slightly as he feels himself teetering on the edge of release. He grabs a fistful of your ass again and you can already feel how red and bruised it’s becoming. And you yelp as he inflicts a particular agonising spank onto your rear. “Tell me you love me.” he groans in your ear.

“I- I love you,” you don’t even hesitate, because you do. He’s your big brother, after all. How could you not love him, even in spite of this? “So good t’me, Sukuna, always s-so good.”

His eyes roll over white as he hears your words, it took all of his self-control to not cum in that instant. “Aren’t you p-recious,” he struggles, both of his hands dig into the fat of your hips, now. Your body collapsing forwards as he makes no effort to help you keep upright. It still hurts, but it’s an agony you’re willing to withstand for him. “Gonna be the first person to cum in this virgin cunt,” he grins, he wraps his arms around your waist as if he’s hugging you. Though you come to realise he’s just preventing any escape attempts you might make.

“No! Sukuna, n-no! You can’t.”

“Yeah, I can. ‘n you’re gonna let me because you’re a good girl,” he tells you, whispering directly into your ear as he feels his balls begin to tighten. “Only big brother’s get to cum here, got it? This little pussy was made for my cum.”

“N-N— ah! Hnng, fu-uck! Fuck!“ you moan, and Sukuna has lost any interest in forcing you to keep quiet. The damage is done, now. Even if your parents find out, it’s not like they can undo his handiwork, gifting his little sister with a pretty creampie.

He fucks into you until he blows his load. Your walls fill with white and you shudder from the contrast of your freezing body being stuffed full of his creamy white cum. He fucks it into you, deeply. And you don’t have the energy to object.

When he’s through, he pushes you off his length and you melt into a puddle on the mattress below. You feel your knee being forcibly bent in a bid to spread your legs open. Your pussy lips open deliciously and his sperm drips from your hole and down your little slit.

“Don’t move.” he tells you.

You couldn’t even if you wanted to.

He pulls his phone from his back pocket, taking a series of photos of your lifeless form and drippy cunt. He smirks as he sifts through them all.

He’s sure he’ll find one that will make the perfect screensaver.

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[straykeedz]

Just saw this on here and I need your expert opinion

Biker!skz

Who's most likely to get you off using the vibration of the motorcycle seat?

wow expert opinion hehe sooo

(for those who don't know what we're talking about -> this post <-and -> this one <- by @hyunsvngs that made my brain go 👹👹👹 [a huuuge thank you btw ♡])

as per usual forgive me if there's any mistakes here but english is not my first language and also my brain isn't functioning properly these days 🥹

in my honest opinion, i think jisung, seungmin and probably jeongin.

as soon as i read your ask i instantly thought of jisung bc let's be real, the man just loves to get you off in every way possible and he's definitely the type who wants to experience new things in (and outside) the bedroom i think. so yeah, i'm gonna go with jisung first and maybe in a soft!dom mood?? like i can totally picture him doing this to you in an empty parking lot maybe, saying something on the line of "you like it baby? yeah, you do? think you can cum just from this?yeah? you gonna cum for me?" and he'd want to fuck you asap after you've cum bc yeah, he's horny and impatient. ngl you probably won't make it to your/his house lol

seungmin would love to tease you about it, maybe even degrade you if he's in a hard!dom mood (when is he not??) saying something like "such a pathetic slut, so desperate to cum. god, you're such a whore" while grinning at you. and since he's a brat, he probably won't make you cum at all, turning off the engine just as you're about to reach your high because he loves to leave you high and dry and take edging as far as possible. he'll make up for it tho 🙊

jeongin, jeongin, jeongin... the scenario that popped up in my mind is kinda similar to seungmin's, although i think he'd make you cum eventually (not without teasing you for an excruciatingly long amount of time!!!). clearly a dom! too, but he's also sneak in a few praise words here and there. so so so so into calling you a slut, but will probably feel bad about it once the thrill of the moment is over lol. i feel like he’d probably push your hips against the seat but then lift you up when he senses you’re about to cum too soon. “aww, my pretty slut wanted to cum? too bad. you’ve gotta earn it, baby”

yeah uhm that’s what i could think about 😅

also if you wanted to ask me a mtl then my choice would probably be:

most

jisung

seungmin

jeongin

minho

chan

changbin

felix

hyunjin

least

-> if you want to send me your skz hard thoughts just click on the 💌 emoji on my profile! skz hard hours are always open!

[thesparklingwriter]

hello! im not sure if what im abt to request is not against ur rules but;

may i request where zhongli is unconsciously nesting(because he dragon hehe) for his pregnant wife and his wife is just 🧍🏻‍♀️only started showing and when she asked what’s zhongli is doing and he’s just like…

“why of course preparing a space and stuffs for the baby.” And he’d just have this excited smile on his face

:(

thank youu! feel free to ignore if its uncomfortable for you <3

Read the fic here!

Hello!! omg this is so cute I’m literally crying rainbows and puppies rn I can’t not do this lmao

I am a sucker for family man zhongli so I will get onto that asap ^^ thank you for gracing my inbox with this

[asvterias]

Imagine Dior and this female reader who plays Silena in PJO and they’re not dating but they both really like each other and it’s obvious on how they’re both touchy with each other.

Let’s say there’s a scene where the two girls have to kiss. And then they both end up admitting there feelings for one another after mabye in a trailer or something.

Or it would be where there is a scene between both girls and the fem reader accidentally gets hurt. Dior comforts reader after and then ends up admitting her feelings for her since she was scared for her safety.

hmmm….the more details the better 😏 and i’m my requests are close but DAMMN…you have a talented mind. question; how many more ideas do you have??