#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins thirsts

[sinsmockingbird]

This but with Zoya and Rahu instead.

CW: Smut under the cut

✧ Rahu doing these pelvic thrusts in the gym at the Bureau and you decide to sit on her like this. Your intention was just to simply put more weight on her so she had more of a challenge, but that original intention quickly changes when you feel something harden and poke you.

Looking down you see her face flushed red with a light sheen of sweat as tries her hardest to not focus on ever hardening boner. She can feel a rush of embarrassment hit her when she glances up to see you holding a knowing smile on your face when you realize what's exactly poking you.

She's trying her hardest to concentrate, but loses all of that when you begin to subtly grind yourself against her bulge. She's so taken aback that she falls (though still makes sure to catch you). You end up still on top of her, and with a laugh you lean in close to her ear, whispering softly at how hard she is while moving a hand down to palm her through her shorts.

Rahu will out a pitiful whimper at the feeling, while moving to push you off and storm towards the locker room, with you right on her heel. Your gonna end up sucking her off in one of the showers, trying to relieve some of the tension in her cock that you made.

✧ Zoya wanting to work on her pelvis and has you sit on top of her to give her a little bit more of a challenge while she does thrusts. Her being solely concentrated on her exercise that she doesn't notice the feeling of her cock throbbing between her legs and beginning to harden, not until you let out a little squeak of surprise at having it poke you.

She just ends up smirking, thrusting her hips up a bit harder up against you, making sure you could fully feel the extent of her sudden arousal. Your the one flushing red and getting embarrassed, making Zoya chuckle as she continues to tease you with hard thrusts of her hips. You caused this, after all, so she was gonna have her fun with it.

You have to end up getting off of her because it becomes too much, especially if some other people enter the gym. She quick to adjust herself and make sure the bulge isn't too noticeable before wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you towards the locker room.

Be prepared to have to keep yourself as quiet as possible while Zoya holds you up against the shower wall and fucks her cock in and out you. If she's gonna end up continuing her workout, she'll have to relieve the tension that built inside her from you, and there's no better way than using you.

[moresinfulmockingbird]

Idea: slipping aphrodisiacs into Himeko’s coffee

(You can treat this like a request or just talk about it or ignore it idk. I just figure it’s canonically super strong, maybe she won’t notice?)

~🖤

C!W: NSFW, Smut, Aphrodisiacs, Cock can be referred to as a strap

Himeko would immediately notice her coffee that morning tastes just a bit different... she can taste a subtle sweet flavor. Though luckily, that morning Himeko wasn't exactly in a mood to try and decipher the difference in taste, so she simply went along with it and kept drinking.

A mistake on her part that quickly struck her.

First it was the undying heat that traveled throughout her body, only getting increasingly worse. The pain in between her legs was undeniable, despite how much she tried to ignore it. She quickly forgot about her coffee as the only thing filling her mind was the heat, and that smug smirk on your face.

Himeko quickly knew what you had done, but she was in no position anymore to yell at you for it. So instead she sulked towards you, eyes in a glare and face red as she quietly told you to come to her room and fic what you've done. You were quick to oblige and followed after her, that smile still stuck on your face.

It wasn't long until you had Himeko on her bed, face pressed into her sheets as she screamed and cried as you fucked into her from behind. Her pussy ached so bad from the aphrodisiacs you slipped in, the burn hurt each time your cock would thrust back into her, followed by a brief feeling of relief.

Relief that never lasted long of course, but if you continued pounding into her like this, ripping orgasm after orgasm from her, maybe relief finally would wash over her. Though that wasn't something that occurred until hours later, when she's nothing but a fucked up mess.

[userkhael]

#pov: your lover who’d like to hit it every three hours or so

[benkeibear]

Hi Rhy! I saw you had thirsts open and I’d looooooove to see a little something for Buggy and face sitting 🤡 thank you and hope you’re having a good day!

I already told you that he gives "giving head" a whole new meaning 😭

Cw: afab!reder, face sitting, possessive behavior

Buggy is so desperate for you and your attention, hating it if you give it to anyone else and in a fit of jealousy you two ended up making out - which never stays at just kissing with this clown. He wanted to show you his devotion to you, eagerly pulling your hips onto his face, tongue desperately lapping at your folds. He needed to hear you moan his name, his and his alone, needing to feel you come undone from only his touch.

His arms laced around your thighs to keep you against his face, his tongue slowly slipping into your wet cunt while his nose rubbers perfectly against your clit, his hands freeing themselves from his arms to knees your beautiful chest and playing with your pebbled nipples. His tongue is alternating between fucking you and flicking over your puffy clit as you come undone from just his tongue, over and over again until your voice is strained from how many times you moaned and screamed the captains name.

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

You're Mine | jealous!levi

✧ notes ➼ 18+, minors and ageless blogs: do not interact!!, filth, jealous!levi, kinda mean!levi, me nonstop thirsting for this man, me wanting this man to ruin me and - af;lksjf

jealous!levi that is shooting icy cold glares at someone that's getting a bit too close to you on the dance floor. levi simply frowns in your direction, watching the way that your jeans seem to perfectly hug your ass and the way that your tits seem to be accentuated through your shirt that was a bit too tight for his liking.

jealous!levi that pulls you flush up against him as you take a seat next to him at the bar and being unwilling to let you go again. he wanted everyone in that bar to know that you were his. although blatant pda was never his thing, you bet he was willing to throw that out the window if it meant showing you off to the world.

jealous!levi that can barely keep his hands off you as you're on your way home, with any composure he's had completely dissipating upon stepping into your bedroom.

jealous!levi that's desperate to feel your body on him to remind him that you were his, his, his, and no one else's, the edges of his lips slightly rising into a smirk as he buried his face in between your legs, relishing in the sounds you were making as he pleasured you.

jealous!levi that pounds into you as he whispers into your ear, mumbling "you're mine" repeatedly before planting kisses up and down your neck. any marks that he left weren't accidental, they were there so that everyone in the world would know that you were his.

jealous!levi that fucks you through your multiple orgasms until he eventually fills you with his cum, biting at you as you come down from your high, feeling absolutely malicious as he sees the way he's marked and ruined you.

A/N: help i'm descending into primarily writing smutty drabbles s;lakdjf i just want levi to rail into me hnnng

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[leonsobsession]

No thoughts just Leon Kennedy’s arms.

People really out here simping for him so hard they have 300+ pictures on their hard drives. People write countless of fanfics of him about their fantasies of railing him. The fact people want to peg him?

Hey. I am people.

[bas-writes]

I need opinions for a reason.

I mean pussy as gender neutral as anatomically possible, btw, not just pussy of a woman. I don't know if it would change anything in your voting preference but wanted to clarify it ❤ (signed, a nonbinary person with a nonbinary pussy)

[saenora]

HUBBY <3

rbs appreciated. (tap to clear)

[rae-gar-targaryen]

Oooh for the dirty drabbles 21 for Ash (and maybe a bit of 32?)

You win. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BLURB. PLEASE ENJOY --

heated and hollow, just how you like it [ash garver ("no exit") x fem!reader]

Summary: Here’s hoping your neighbor from down the hall with the sinfully dark eyes and the glimmering, shark-tooth smile is all smooth talk, and no action (he isn’t). I hope you don’t mind the bitterness of dark chocolate in your teeth, and that you have the chance to catch your breath – baby, you’re gonna need it. Based on the prompts “bite me,” “if you insist;” and “you wanna have sex with me” (the latter is slightly modified for flow, sorry.)

Pairing: Ash Garver [“No Exit”] x fem!reader

Word Count: 3.6k (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BLURB) of an encounter as heady as perfume and bitter as black coffee, of viper venom in your veins, dragging your bones beneath the bounds of trouble .

Warnings: smut, so 18+ ONLY – p in v sex, unprotected sex, dubious/fearful sex (it’s dark, okay? He’s not a nice man), allusions to oral sex (fem!receiving), biting, mild choking, some degradation, coming inside (and f*cking it back in – WHO AM I). IM SO SORRY.

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It’s like this: Your neighbor Anita is perfectly pleasant. She holds the door for you when she sees you coming with arms laden with grocery bags. She brings you cookies she’s baked for your floor every holiday season. Sure, she can be a little noisy for your taste – you could do without the pulsing of your shared wall on nights she throws parties – but what neighbor was perfect?

And, speaking of her parties, she always, always invites you, no matter how many times you’ve refused in the past. Yeah, Anita is goddamned neighborly. And, honestly, you felt bad for turning her down so many times when she was just trying to be nice. You concede. 

So, here you are, on a Friday night – one you would typically spend curled up on your couch with a glass of red wine and your favorite soft, stretchy joggers. Swapped out in favor of a high-waisted, front-buttoned leather skirt that your friend had insisted on you buying, and you insisted you’d never have occasion to wear. Standing in one corner of Anita’s too-hot apartment, the dimmed overhead ambience cut through with strung-up little twinkling party lights. A red Solo cup of Anita’s “famous” (she had assured you, as she pressed the cup into your hands with her mildly sticky fingers) punch, sipping every so often so as to appear busy. 

What was the appropriate time to stay at these things before you left? 

You’d had a day. The coffee shop near your office was closed, relegating you to the unsatisfactory bitterness of pre-prepared office coffee. You had missed lunch. You had been on the receiving end of a few choice passive-aggressive emails today. A guy had leered at you on the bus home (and no matter how much you’d wanted to snap at the creep, you didn’t have a death wish.) And to top it all off, you arrived home just in time to remember that you had agreed days before to be at this party, when you’d much rather relax in silence in your bathtub, in your home – you know, where your stuff was and where other people weren’t. 

And as you glanced around the room of packed-in partygoers (most of whom you assumed were friends of Anita’s), you made eye contact with him. 

Him.

Your neighbor from the opposite end of the hall. You were quick to glance away out of self-preservation, lest he think you were staring, while you tried to place a name to an admittedly devastating face.

What was his name? Andy? Adam? Something with an A…

“Hi,” a tanned hand entered your periphery, interrupting your musings and shaking you from your reverie. If you hadn’t been so busy worrying about remembering your neighbor’s name, you might have noticed that he made his way over to you, now standing before you with a hand waiting expectantly for you to shake. “I’m Ash.” 

Ash. That was it. 

You gave him your hand and your name, trying not to belay any of the molten gold rushing through you at the way your hand felt so warm in his (was that just the heat of the room, or was it him?), or at the way your name sounded from his lips as he repeated it back to you, before sidling to your side and taking a drink from his own cup, dark, glimmering eyes taking you in over the rim, never leaving you.

"I know," he admitted, leaning into your space to do it, lips just shy of your ear – and, in all honesty, probably too familiar for someone who had just introduced himself to you. Even if you saw him most every day.

"Know what?" You query. And really, you'd only been here for a bit, but the combination of the dim lights, the music, the punch, and now the man in front of you was doing a bit of a number on your better senses, heated and hazy.

"Your name," he smiled. Although, smile would imply congeniality, grace. The show of teeth was flattering, charming, brilliant, even on his angular face. But it wasn't… friendly.

 A Cheshire's grin, sinful and smirking. Potentially predatory, pernicious and pithy. Almost… pornographic, really, if you associated sexual attraction with flashing warning lights. 

And, you supposed, you had seen him seeing you, week after week, by the mailboxes. Out of the corner of your eye, like a shadow looming, before you slip back into your apartment. Unsettling. As if he was hoping to catch something of your correspondence, what packages you received from week to week. Something about you.

"And what else do you know?" You breezed, taking another sip of the sickly-sweet concoction, appraising the man before you – his inky dark curls shining in the low light, the flirtation of a solitary curl teasing and tempting along his forehead.

“I know that you wanna get out of here,” Ash’s voice was a little too smooth, a little too easy, still crowding you in the dark corner you were occupying. He paid you the courtesy of the swooping up-and-down of obsidian, oilslick eyes roving your form, biting his lip in brief pause before continuing. “You put on that skirt, but you keep eyeing the door like you can’t wait to make a break for it.” 

“Parties aren’t really my thing,” you conceded, turning to place your now-empty cup down on any available surface, when Ash’s arm met the wall beside your head, boxing you in and invading your senses with the woodsy smell of his aftershave. 

“So you do wanna get out of here,” his eyes flicked from yours down to your lips. “How about it? With me?” 

So, now, what did you know? You knew that he was smooth. He eased his way through conversations with your neighbors, through the building’s common spaces, with a facile air hat urges the edge of something, something like “charm, but practiced,” as though he had studied how to smile. How to seem just-so. And, like you said,  always, always on the edge of your peripheral vision. 

And maybe… maybe … maybe if you weren’t a drink-on-an-empty-stomach deep, and if your gut wasn’t already in knots at the heat coursing through you, you might have been more wary of him. Had overheard him once telling the old lady across from him that he was “originally from San Fran,” when you knew that no self-respecting California native ever referred to it that way  – it was always “SF,” or “The City.” 

But Ash’s lips on the shell of your ear were causing your skin to tingle to your toes – you nevertheless clung to your better senses by the very tips of your fingers when you replied with a snort, 

“Oh, bite me,” you rejoined, a playful roll of your eyes so as not to too-deeply offend. 

His responding grin was fully-predatory now, glimmering and shining teeth … waiting to devour. 

“If you insist,” he purred. 

And Ash does not just devour. (At least not yet.) Ash overwhelms, like a capsizing wave, the way he ushers you through your neighboring apartment door – crowding you in with strong arms and a solid frame in your interior hallway, pulling at your lips with his own, nipping your lower lip between those hunter’s teeth, groaning at the feel of you as he pressed a warm thigh between yours, parting your legs. 

His hands are warm on the peaks of your cheeks as they trail down to the hollow of your throat, tugging at the loose collar of your oversized sweater, taking in the flash of your crimson bra adorning your bare shoulder. 

“Aw, Cherry,” he breathed, the new moniker spilling from him as his full lips pressed to your neck. “That’s a pretty little piece of red.” 

He shucks the sweater from you, exposing your chest encased in the red lace to his narrowed, glittering gaze, drawing a heated hand down to your thigh and beneath your skirt, up, up, up to meet the clothed heat of your center, taking in the gasping part of your lips at his touch, your response garnering a smirk from him before devouring your lips with his own.

Ash maneuvered you through your living space to your bedroom as though he’d been there before – and how was that possible? What should have unsettled you tipped out of your head as Ash’s mouth fused to yours, his fingers roving purposefully along your clothed slit before he guides you back onto your bed. Thoroughly melted, despite not even having really touched you. 

“C’mon, Cherry,” Ash goaded, withdrawing his hand from your center, looking down his nose at you, and smirking at your resulting whimper, “I’ll touch you if you tell me you really want it.” 

And in the low light of your bedroom, you could swear his inkwell eyes, though heated, were empty – as though he was seeing you without really seeing you, taking in every inch of you with jet-black gaze and sinful touch alike as he roved covetous fingers over your form, drawing whimpers from your throat. 

And, if you were keeping track, this would be well-past strike three. But who could keep track when he was touching you like that? – Still … 

“I – I don’t even know you,” you sighed as his hands cupped your tits through the lace of your red bra, heated thumbs tweaking your nipples. 

“No,” Ash hummed his agreement as he swarmed over you again, drawing the bridge of his nose across your throat, lips following to trail the fine line of your neck, feeling the hum of your pulse beneath his lips. “But you still wanna fuck me. I see you, pretty girl,” his lips press again to the column of your throat. 

His hands are beneath your skirt again, shucking it up to expose your panties, half-hard already at the sight of you, in what is now clearly a matching set – all wrapped up like a gift for him. And maybe, just maybe, if he’d had his way, he would tie you up with a bow. And the thought of tying you up, the sweet, quiet little thing from down the hall – all gasping breaths from full lips, all wide, doe eyes – was sinful. And Ash was no stranger to sin. 

“Y-yeah?” you sighed, rolling your hips to place yourself more fully in Ash’s greedy hands, encouraging him to guide your panties down your legs.

“I see you down the hall,” a kiss to your throat.

“I see you in the elevator with your head down,” a kiss to your chest, a little tease of tongue behind it, as though he were tasting the beat of your heart, the pulse of you. 

“I see you waiting,” And he’s maneuvered down your body, between your legs, pressing full-mouthed kisses to the skin behind your knees. "Waiting for someone to come along and give it to you how you like it… how you need it."

And when had he lost his sweatshirt? His shirt? You take him in, now, eyes blown at his words, as he kisses his way up your legs, toward your aching center, his fingers following the blazing trail of his lips.

Ash’s fingers slide along your glistening slit, a perpetual tease, as he continues to press full kisses to the insides of your thighs, the firm line of his jaw sharp against your skin like a heated blade. 

And you’re basking in it, reveling at the feel of his thick fingers teasing your center, gathering your wetness and playing you like a game he knows so well. (And how would that be??) When –

You yelp at the jolt of pain, as the softness of his lips against your inner thigh is abruptly gone, replaced with a painful scrape of teeth. 

He had bitten you?!

You reach down to jerk Ash’s head from between your legs, moving your hips back and withdrawing at the hard bite he had rendered to your inner thigh. You glance down to see an imprint of teeth marks on the tender skin there.

“Wh-what the hell?” you demanded, “Too hard!”

“Sorry,” Ash bit, sounding not one ounce of sorry, cooly shrugging one bare, sculpted shoulder at your angry face. “You said to bite you, Cherry.” He smirked again, his face a puzzle of mismatched emotions as his bourbon eyes swirled with what looked like penitence, urging your forgiveness in their sincerity. While his mouth continued to play you with its soulless smirk. 

Red flag number… what was it now?? Just who was this guy?

And dd his mouth only know how to quirk in that one sinful, maddening way? 

He rocked forward on his knees, and you felt him then, fully hard in his jeans against your naked center, crowding you once more as he cupped the base of your jaw, fingers spidering back to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, eyes finding yours once more before kissing you.

Now his lips were penitent. Kissing your lips raw, like the scrape of crystallized honey – once smooth. 

Breathless, your heart stuttering, Ash pulls away, admiring your lips swollen from the nip-and-tug of his teeth, admiring your starry, lust-blown eyes with the heavy lids, the whole of you undone by his lips and his fingers, and he demands. Demands more. Wants you to need him as much as he desires to control you, the ache in him twisting like a knife between his ribs. The ache in you, fluttering and flush. He wants you to want it, to need it.

“Do it again?" He asks, busying himself with undoing his jeans and sliding them down his own legs, along with his boxer briefs. exposing more and more of his golden skin to your gaze before turning those obsidian-smoke eyes back to your piteous form, heated and wet for him. 

You quirked a brow, "Do what?"

"Pull my hair, Cherry," Ash replied leaning back over you once more to envelop you, a rolling shadow. A facile and firm wave, content to drown you in him. "Hard as you want."

And you're only too happy to oblige, moaning at the roll of Ash's hips into yours, his length sliding along your slit, weaving hour fingers through his curls and tugging – your reward a deep, desirous groan into your mouth as Ash slides his lips along yours, open-mouthed and wanting.

And he’s got you tied up in knots – figuratively, that is. Though you had the sneaking suspicion that if you’d vocalized any iteration of this, he’d only be too happy to do just that. And the thought of your shady neighbor tying your wrists to your own headboard shouldn’t make you wet. Shouldn’t make you groan while he’s kissing you, his tongue plunging into your mouth to taste your reciprocal moans. 

With a decided roll of his hips, he's inside of you, the drag of him heavy as he begins to thrust. He skates his palms along your legs, wrapping his hands around your thighs to hoist them up around his waist, satisfied when you lock your ankles around him.

He rewards you with a decidedly brutal thrust, pleased at the gasp it tears from your lungs.

He allows his hands to travel further upwards, to grip the leather skirt still bunched around your hips, using it as leverage to lift your hips and guide you, fucking you back onto his own cock at the frenzied pace he's set. 

It's almost overwhelming how just everywhere he feels, the drag of him inside of you heavy. The strange astrology of him, of your pairing, as he fucks you like you're a stranger to yourself.

Your headboard, you note faintly, is thumping against your wall in time with Ash's ministrations, but you're too out-of-body to care, the sound falling hollowly on your ears as the rest of your skin tingles and warms with in tandem with the building pleasure inside of you. You've never been more grateful for one of Anita's parties. Certain that no one on the other side of the shared wall could hear the headboard through the pulsing bass, could hear the hiccuping moans slipping from your lips.

And Ash must've had the same thought, his lips twisting as he rolls his hips, tearing his eyes from the sight of your now-heaving tits, to appreciate the headboard snapping against your lavender-painted bedroom wall.

Cute.

"D'ya think they can hear you, babe?" He croons mockingly, rolling forward and planting his hands on either side of your head, a heated roll of his hips causing a brush against your clit at this new angle. "Do you want them to?"

You shook your head mildly, the pleasure-pain at Ash's rough, repeated thrusts causing a blur in your eyes.

He's pleased at this, you note, whether it was your honesty or a blushing stroke to his own ego, Ash smiles again. All resplendent radiance that seemed so right on such a wrong face.

He's brushing your clit with a circling thumb, you note absently, and when had he shifted again?

"That's right," he murmurs to you, leaning forward to lick a line down your neck while he continues to rub your clit. "Only I get to hear you scream. No one else."

With a renewed vigor, his thrusts continue, his attention on your clit almost punishing now, punching the air from your lungs in a strangled moan that did, indeed, sound like a shuttered scream. Music to Ash's ears, like breaking glass, jagged and desperate. 

You were a wreck now, your arousal dripping down Ash's cock. The skin of your thigh burning where he had bitten you was now rubbing repeatedly against the taut skin of his waist. 

“Look at that,” Ash cooed, his voice a whiskey murmur of smoky haze into your ear, cupping your cheek as he used his thumb to drag the tears that had pricked in the corners of your eyes along your lower lash-line and beneath your eye, causing your eye makeup to smear and smudge. “Did you know how fucking pretty you are when you cry? When I make a mess of you?” 

He pressed his lips to your other cheek, dragging them along your heated skin and down to your mouth.

“No,” he murmured into your lips, catching your lower one between his full ones, chasing with teeth enough to lightly pull the plush of your bottom lip, “nonono… of course you don’t. You’re only pretty like this for me.” 

And, maybe you were addicted, now, to losing your senses. To throwing caution to the wind. To jagged little shards of danger. To pretty men with pretty curls whose words spilled like oil, thick and dark, from chapped lips. And you think you may be losing a bit of yourself at the feeling of him overwhelming you – what other reason would you be fucking your neighbor who always gave you the mild heebs? Fucking you dumb into your own mattress.

You snap at a particularly clever roll of his hips, coming on Ash's cock, the wet squeeze of your walls around him has a groan spilling from his lips like snake’s venom, blazing its way from his mouth through your veins – the whites of his eyes behind fluttering lids as they roll back at the feel of you around him, spurring his own orgasm as he came inside of you.

His mouth was covetous and prideful as he kissed you again, forceful, before withdrawing himself and guiding you onto your stomach.

You were too blissed out to care, too numb, dumb, and warm from your own release that you allowed Ash to shape your bones, running a palm down the curve of your spine as he guided your hips up. Allowing those glimmering, empty eyes to take in your swollen, abused pussy – to admire the way his own release leaked from between your lips.

He gathered a bit of himself on his thumb, causing you to shiver at the touch on your sensitive skin, before bringing it to your mouth. Wordlessly, you wrapped your lips around his thumb, hollowing your cheeks and allowing your tongue to run along the length of his digit, tasting himself on his own skin. A rare thing, as you realized, distantly, he hadn't really offered you to touch him during this entire encounter.

Ash groaned again at the sight and feel of your mouth on him as he took himself, still hard, and thrust back into your pussy, fucking his own come back into you with a few lazy thrusts, met with your mewls and squirming hips.

Content that you were full of him, he withdrew again, extricating his thumb from your lips before bringing it to his own, tasting your saliva before pulling it from his lips with a pop, smiling at you again. 

"Aren't you just a dream, Cherry?" 

You offer a wan half-smile in return, still hazy from the feel of him smattered in tingles across your skin, like fallen stars at the end of the world, eyeing him as he begins to bustle around your room, smoothing hands over his curls and making himself presentable. Seemingly uncaring for your boneless state, legs at an odd angle, like a fucked-out doll.

“See ya ‘round, alba,” he bids, tucking himself back into his pants and starting toward your door. Leaving you with the feeling of bad, wrong, want – in his destructive wake. 

“I truly hope not,” you murmur, unsure whether your words will reach Ash’s ears as he clicks open your door and begins to stride in the hallway. The ambiguity resolved for you, as you see him turn around to reward you with a blinding grin, a wall of white teeth. On a less pretty face, it likely would have served as intended – a warning. But then again, you clearly weren’t so good at heeding those when they were wrapped in handsome packages. 

Oh, you were so screwed… 

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[saintodo]

YES GOJO!!!! im sure he loves seeing his s/o fight/argue while he just chills beside you and doesn't interfere cause he knows you got this. and after he's like "that was so hot."

♡ note: YEAHHHHHHHHH 

♡ warnings: gn reader, suggestive, not proofread sorry bae </3

gojo loves watching you put someone in their place. seeing you rip someone to shreds with only your words gets him all hot and bothered. if whoever's on the receiving end of your verbal onslaught tries to look at gojo for assistance, he just gives them a wide grin that's a little too sharp around the edges. they must be a fucking idiot to think that he would ever go against you.

gojo dutifully stands by your side and lets you handle the situation. he couldn’t care less about the other person, but gojo pays close attention to you, watching the anger blaze in your eyes and listening to the venom that seeps into your voice. he wonders if it's fucked up how much he enjoys seeing you like this.

he's snapped out of his thoughts when you turn your back on the person you were just chewing out and mutter a brief "satoru, let's go," before you stomp off, trusting that gojo will follow.

and he does. he's just a step behind you, but as soon as gojo thinks you're far enough away, he loops a large hand around your wrist and tugs you in the direction of the nearest semi-private area, which happens to be a deserted hallway.

before you can say anything, gojo immediately crowds into your space and curls his body around yours. a grunt automatically escapes you when your back makes contact with the wall.

"satoru, what are you doing?" you sharply say, still irritated from the encounter that just took place. you place your palms on his chest, ready to push him off to give you some room to breathe, but he is quick to grab one of your wrists and guide your hand lower.

your breath hitches when your hand brushes against gojo’s clothed erection. he’s so fucking hard. a moan falls from his lips when you give his cock a firm squeeze through his pants.

“shit,” gojo curses, ducking his head down until his lips graze the shell of your ear. a startled gasp leaves you when you suddenly feel one of gojo’s hand snake between your thighs as the other slides up beneath your shirt. “you’re so hot when you’re mad, baby.”

[sinsmockingbird]

Reader buying Xl condoms reactions but with Chameleon, Nightingale, zoya, and Bai yi

I feel like at this point I should just write something with all the PTN women reacting to reader buying those sized condoms for themselves in front of them.

CW: Smut under the cut!

✧ BAI YI

• Bai Yi can't even being to stop herself from being downright dirty in the store as soon as she sees you grabbing the XL sized condoms.

• She's holding onto your arm, caressing your body, whispering god awful dirty things into your ear, and even goes so far to grope your crotch in an aisle when no one is looking. She's holding a devious smirk on her face, biting her bottom lip as she feels you grow hard under her touch.

• She's clearly trying to push your buttons, and sadly it was very much working. You were getting unbelievably pent up as you continued shopping with her, your face a deep red from arousal and anger. You were trying so hard to hide the giant tent building.

• As soon as you get home, force Bai Yi into bed and either tease & edge the shit out of her with just your tip, or fuck her like an animal in heat, rough and fast with your entire length shoving into her. You gotta teach her a lesson after all what she did at the store.

✧ CHAMELEON

• Chameleon is sliding up behind you, licking her lips as she looks over your shoulder and watches you grab the XL sized condoms. She can feel a heat building between her legs as she begins to imagine how big you must be.

• She's tracing her lips across your neck, mumbling dirty little things for only you to hear. Telling you how she wants to watch your huge cock twitch and leak from her teasing, and wants to see the bulge you'll make on her stomach when your buired inside her.

• It has you breathing heavily, your cock twitching and aching in your pants as you try so hard to focus on finishing up shopping. Chameleon will leave you alone for the rest of the time, watching you struggle as you can't get the images of her words out of your head.

• It's adorable to see you become putty in her hands when you get home, so obedient for her as you try to stay still as she teases your giant cock, making tears spring to your eyes before you end up cumming all over her hand.

✧ ZOYA

✧ NIGHTINGALE

• Nightingale is a blushing mess when she notices you reaching for the XL sized condoms. She's letting out a little squeak, quickly covering her mouth with her hand as her eyes widen and she quickly turns away from you to continue shopping.

• She'll be biting and nibbling on her bottom lip until it's bleeding as she can't help but imagine how fucking big you must be for those condoms. She's trying to focus but failing miserably as her mind keeps drifting.

• Even all the way to the car, she has her head hung low, unable to meet your gaze in a sort of shame for having these thoughts. You'll have to interrogate her in the car to know what's going on, and she'll meekly reply with, "How is it going to fit?"

• Hearing that has you laughing, before you place a hand on her thigh and squeeze as you give her a smirk, promising you'll be extra slow and gentle with her as soon as you get home.

• Zoya is immediately thinking about how this is a challenge when she sees you grab the XL sized condoms. You must be huge to use those, but it's nothing she won't be able to handle, if anything she's going to make sure she can take you.

• She'll make a joke about how big you must be, saying she can't wait to see you use that monster between your legs on her. It has you flustered and embarrassed as you make sure no one heard her before hurrying away to finish shopping.

• She'll be laughing as she watches you hurry up, mainly because you don't want her to say anything else embarrassing like that. And she doesn't, instead tugging you close to her and whispering in your ear as you leave the store about how she can't wait to taste you.

• Expect a messy, but wonderfully satisfying blowjob from her before she's riding you with almost no trouble, quickly becoming addicted and accustomed to your large size.

[pepperfellover]

Death cast her Blaze or Gays or whatever this looser said

[anytimebitchess]

Ladies and gentlemen, Him.

[benkeibear]

Hiiii rhyyy I hope you're doing well. I saw your thirsts are open can I please get Zoro with whatever prompt and daddy kink

Thank you so much ☺️

Cw: daddy kink, fingering

Zoro would get caught off guard when you call him daddy for the first time, anxiety running through his body thinking he knocked you up but the name grew on him. Two of his thick fingers buried in your cunt as you whine and squirm when he repeatedly pushes against your sweet spot "is daddy making you feel so good, hm? Want the whole crew to hear?" He muses, loving to tease you. He gets so offended if you moan anything else but daddy when his cock is buried in your velvet walls, fist gripping your hair and pushing your face into the mattress as you chant "daddy" over and over like a lewd prayer and each moan of yours drives him closer to the edge.

[hyomaslut]

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[feelingisshit]

I..............

have committed a sin...

(suggestive fanart below the cut)

this is my step 4 bbs, also...

this happened because I watched Karina(of drawfee fame lol) teach anatomy on a drawclass from forever ago and this is what came from my brain as I watched(listened to mostly) that...

I was honestly gonna put clothes on these hoes but then I zoomed out and I was like... nah I want them naked lol