#boxers vers.

[princessbrunette]

girl i think i speak for everyone when i say we NEED more boxer rafe ,love you princess 💋

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“shitshit, be careful baby— fuck.” rafe pants, toned stomach tensing beneath you. he was still battered and bruised from his fight, but he’d come home and you’d been on him immediately, practically in tears over how badly you needed him. you were around six months pregnant with your first ever child together, globed stomach straining against the thin mesh of your night gown. he’d been reluctant at first, as much as his dick had been throbbing from lack of usual action — simply because he was worried about knocking around your sweet baby, a daughter he already knew he’d die for. once you begged him to let you get on top, he couldn’t argue.

his cock slides out by mistake and you whine, shakily as you drop some of your weight on him. “s’all good”. he chuckles as he grabs his shaft in his fist, sliding it back inside your hole making you preen against his touch. it’s true what they said, pregnant pussy was wetter — all of his older peers had joked about it in the locker room at his training days, which he stayed out of — too irritated by their obnoxiousness to partake. “keep that shit so fuckin’ wet for me, don’t you baby?” he praises and you whine, nodding.

“jus’ need you, needed you to fill me up all day.” you cry and he rubs at the back of your head, pulling you back into the crook of your neck.

“well you got me now, pretty girl. keep riding that, yeah. let’s give you what you want.”

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[dutchboyzx]

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[pink-amphibian]

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[blondieeu]

Please write for Aizawa you would kill it bae............

persian rugs. aizawa s.

lazy sex with aizawa is the best sex with aizawa.

when youre both so tired from the day. after a nice shower and a hot meal you gathered up the energy to cook for the two of you, crawling into the warmth of your bed and just laying there. its not like you two don't want to have sex or lost interest, you're just so tired from the day.

"shouta..?”

“mm?”

he barely responds, still laying on his side. he only wore some boxers, too tired from the day to even think about putting on some real pajamas.

“can you put it in?”

"was jus’ thinkin' that.”

so shouta rolls over lazily onto his back and shuffles out of his boxers. not even bothering to pull them off before he pulled your body on top of his, your head resting on his shoulder. and you’d slip your hand between both of your bodies to pull your panties to the side.

grabbing the base of his meaty, thick cock to push him inside with a conjoined sigh. you would lazily roll your hips against his pelvis as you tried to do as little as you could but still at least get some friction.

shoutas hands were heavy on your love handles while you rode him, wasn’t even like he was grabbing at them he just had his hands there. your hips kept at a slow rocking motion, nails scratching softly at your man’s scalp while you played with his long raven curls — you knew he liked his hair played with.

“mm…..hhmmm”

a lazy hum erupted from his scratchy throat, his eyes matching while they slowly rolled with every completed “8” of your hips. shouta took a hand off your side and used it to pull you into a slow, sensual kiss. the kiss was hot and you could feel the beard on his chin rubbing against your clean one.

your man’s tongue moved like you two were slow dancing, like he was showing you all his secrets or something.

“ m’ gonna cum sho’ “

“already?”

he teased. the made sighed before moving you from laying on his stomach to on your side. shouta lifted your leg up while he slid himself in, maybe trying to put more effort in? all the veins in his cock brushed against your gummy pink walls in a lazy but frantic manner.

quiet moans left your lips while the small coil in your abdomen erupted, a buzzing sensation filling your body while shoutas hand wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

katsuki ver

blondieeu xx

[lolahauri]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ It's Your Sex I Can Smell

Ship: Ticci Toby/Reader

Type: GN/M, Explicit Smut, Part 1/3. (MDNI)

Contains: Invasion of Privacy, Masturbation, Scent Kink, Panty Raid, Underwear Kink, No Sex (yet).

Words: 1.6k

Requested?: Kinda.

Part 2 (F/M Ver.): Coming Soon, Part 2 (M/M Ver.): Coming Soon

A/N: Finally finished Toby's dirty secret fic! Sorry it took like two months damn!! I swear part two will come out way sooner than that. 0-0

You walked out of your room in a hurry, quickly fixing your hair and sweatshirt. You only had a couple hours left in the day to sneak into town and grab some essentials for the house. You felt bad leaving Toby home alone, but you needed to be quick and undistracted, you hoped he’d be fine staying to help clean up a bit before Masky and Hoodie returned the next morning.

Walking down the hall and towards the door, you spotted him sitting at the table, finishing his lunch. You walked behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning down to his ear, “Hey Tobes, I gotta run some errands before the shops in town close. I’ll be back in a couple hours, m'kay?”

Toby simply hummed and nodded in response, you couldn’t tell from behind, but a nervous blush was spreading across his face. You smiled and turned to kiss his cheek before pulling away from his body entirely, making sure to say goodbye one more time as you headed out the door. He hated to admit it, but the simple action of a hug and kiss on the cheek from you had his blood running straight to his cock. 

It made him feel like such a loser, but he couldn’t help it. You’re just so fucking cute and sweet and affectionate with him, how could he not be a total simp for you? The hardness in his cock steadily grew, creating an uncomfortable tightness in the crotch of his pants. He tried to ignore it, he really did. But today he just couldn’t stop thinking about your beautiful body and hypnotizing voice. 

His mind was absolutely racing with dirty fantasies. Ranging from being on his knees and going down on you, to fucking you from behind like an animal in heat and being drowned in your moans. His cock was throbbing painfully now, it was getting unbearably hard to fight now. But, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to jerk off right? He was home alone now. You wouldn’t be back for at least 3 or 4 hours, and the other two were gone till tomorrow morning. There was total privacy. 

Toby leaned back in his chair, pushing his hips up to shift to a more comfortable position. He ran his hand over the bulge in his jeans, sighing from the small bit of relief. Throwing his head back, he continued to tease himself through his clothes, pretending it was your hand rubbing and grabbing on his hard cock. He slowly unzipped his pants, pulling them and his boxers down at an agonizingly slow rate. He wanted this to last as long as possible, not knowing the next time he’d have this sort of isolation again. 

As his cock was finally being released, Toby noticed something from the corner of his eye, it was your favorite hoodie hanging on the chair next to him. You must’ve forgotten to put it in the wash today. 

And just as he realized that, an idea sprung into his mind. Without thinking on it too much longer, he reached over, grabbing it and bringing it to his face. He took a deep inhale as he buried his nose in the cloth. Fuck, it still smelled just like you . 

It was an intoxicating mix of your natural scent, signature fragrance, and just a hint of sweat. Unconsciously, he ran his free hand back down to his crotch, grabbing it at the base and slowly beginning to stroke upwards, face still nuzzled into your hoodie. He groaned at the sensation, suddenly becoming aware of his body, and just how fucking horny he was. 

Toby started off with a slow, teasing pace. Steadily move his hand up and back down again, occasionally swiping his thumb across the tip, smearing his precum and using it as lube. His breathing was starting to get heavy, completely lost in pleasure as his continued to fantasize about you. He imagined you were still wearing this sweater, sitting in his lap and bouncing on his cock like a whore. He imagined how pretty you’d look in that state, sweat droplets building up on your face, mouth parted and flowing with whimpers and moans, hair messy and sticking to your forehead. 

Just thinking about how fucking good it would feel to completely stuff you with his cum nearly made him lose it right then and here. He’d give anything to watch it drip down your thighs and lick them clean right afterwards. 

He was beating his cock at a hard, fast rate now, high pitched moans escaping his throat and being absorbed by your clothing. He was getting dizzy from your scent now, a cloud of lust fogging his mind completely. Something this weird should not be feeling so good right now. 

But soon, he began to slow himself down to a complete halt. Toby lazily stuffed his cock back into his pants as he pulled them up a bit. Another idea was coming to him, a very, very stupid one. But he wasn’t thinking clearly, that much was obvious as he stood up and stumbled down the hall to your room.

What he was thinking to himself was simple, if you hadn’t put your favorite, most used sweatshirt in the wash already, then surely the rest of your used clothes must be untouched too? Which would mean your used underwear would be available, free to use as a replacement for your hoodie. Yes, it would be gross, and it would be a complete invasion of privacy... but if you never found out, it couldn’t hurt, right? 

Normally he wouldn’t even consider doing something like this to you, you’re his best friend. And yes, he was madly in love with you, but he also didn’t want to risk what you two already had, and it goes without saying, this could easily ruin what you two have.

He wasn’t in the right headspace to think that rationally though, he just couldn’t deny anymore that he’d always secretly dreamed of doing this. And if he couldn’t have you… maybe this would suffice… 

Toby carefully turned the knob of your door, testing to see if it was locked or not. Of course it wasn’t, you had no reason to do so, nobody ever went into your room anyway. Well, not that you were aware of at least.

He swiftly pushed through the entrance of your room and began to scan your room for a laundry basket. Sweet , it was right by your bed. Without even bothering to close the door behind him, he walked straight to the basket, shuffling through your clothes and looking for the first pair underwear he could find. 

“Fuck…” he muttered under his breathe as he lifted your underwear out of the pile. They were cute, and soft. The hardness in his pants twitched and throbbed at the sight, feeling a rush of anxiety and arousal course through his entire body. His hands were lightly trembling as he brought the used garment to his face, still clutching onto your hoodie as if you were still in it. 

Toby took a deep inhale, closing his eyes halfway and groaning. The scent was fresh and intoxicatingly musky, you must’ve just changed out of them before you left . Not wanting to waste any more time, he stood up from his kneeling position on the floor and crawled into your bed. He laid his head back onto your pillows and quickly took his cock out again. He immediately got to work, jerking himself off at a harsh, vigorous pace, twitching with every jolt of electricity being sent through his veins. 

His mouth and nose were fully covered by your underwear as he breathed in it’s scent. Savoring it like a fine wine, feeling almost drunk off of you when you weren’t even in the home. God, he wishes so badly he could have you sitting on his face right now. He wants you to use him, shame him, make him feel like the disgusting pervert he is. 

He sticks his tongue out to taste you on the clothing, letting out a pathetic whine right away. His back arches off of the bed as he repeatedly licks the fabric. He can feel himself getting close. No matter how hard he tries to edge himself, he can feel the pressure build up inside. 

Before he gets too close though, he hurriedly moves the panties to wrap them around his throbbing cock. He bites his lip so hard his teeth are threatening to break skin, watching himself use your underwear like a fleshlight. The soft, warm fabric was hugging his cock so nicely he just couldn’t hold back anymore. 

The pressure that had been building in his lower abdomen finally reached it’s breaking point. His muscles tensed momentarily before his orgasm began to erupt. He whimpered and moaned out loud as his body twitched and spasmed under his hand. A wave of ecstasy crashed over him so hard he nearly screamed. 

He stroked his cock one, two, three, four more times before he stopped. His breathing was labored and heavy as he tried to calm down. He soon felt the post-climax exhaustion hit him. His eyes half-lidded as he slowly went to remove the cum stained underwear from his lap, but he couldn’t get too far with the clean up before he was interrupted. 

“What the fuck?!” A loud voice yelled from the doorway, making him instantly wake up. Adrenaline coursed through every nerve and vein in his body, heart immediately racing. 

This can’t be fucking happening right now…

[wonryllis]

ʬʬ. ! LAST FRIDAY NIGHT ﹙ THINK WE KISSED ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park jongseong with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `3377 warnings. lots of cursing! unedited.

JAY VER: mutual hate f2e JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER.

"what the fuck, piggy!" you feel jay's feet against the side of the waist before his voice reaches your ears. kicked out of bed and rolled onto the floor, that's how your mornings with jay start.

"what the hell is this!" he shouts again and when you turn to look at him you find yourself questioning the same,"what the hell is that!" a litter of pretty lipstick marks all over him, collarbones to neck to jaw to face. and keyword: lips.

"you tell me! what the hell does it look like?" if it were some other time you'd have laughed your ass off at the horrified look on his face, but the very familiar shade of color on him, the one you always wear because you're quite literally obsessed with it has you horrified as well at the realization. there's no way you did that, with park jay? no no no.

"don't tell me we-"

"i have my boxers on and you're still in that ugly fucking dress so no we did not," his words are like a shower of relief to you. however to jay, it is also something else. sure he is glad you did not do anything but that dress you have on? it's not ugly, it is everything but ugly. you look so pretty in it, like a doll and he thinks it's probably the reason why he let you kiss him all up.

"you better have something to say because i don't understand how this happened," his hands rub over the marks he can see while you sit on the floor trying to remember last night. you went to a college party, and you met jay there, and having the same group of mutual friends you remember playing drinking games. a shot of tequila when you refused to kiss jay for a dare and that's where your memory fails you.

"i don't remember," you say simply, watching jay get of bed and into the bathroom.

"i don't either so let's just call it truce and forget,"

sighing in resignation, you take a look around the room, going over to the mirror to scan yourself. there under the shadow of your ear you spot something purple, a touch and it hurt. pushing your hair out of the way, you take a closer look at it. pupils dilating upon the realization that it's a hickey. with a mortified look in your eyes, you pull down at the collar of your dress to find more. a litter of it mirroring jay's kiss marks. and when you shift on your legs to inspect the other side of your neck, you feel a sting on the skin of your thighs. no way no way please no. you pray as you lift the skirt of your dress, but it's all in vain for you find bruises on the plush of your thighs, in the shapes of handprints, one on each.

you scream. you scream scream and jay is rushing out with a towel hanging low on his waist,"what! what happened!"

there's no time to feel the heat in your cheeks at sight of his naked figure, you are too traumatized by the possibilities of the events that could have happened between you two to even acknowledge the pounding of your heart on noticing the droplets of water cascading down the valley of his chest.

you show him what you had to see and in comes a scream from him.

"oh my god, fuck off before we find more things!"

"missy piggy is all dressed up," he looked you up once, coming to a halt just a step away from where you sat at the kitchen counter turned bar. he couldn't deny you looked good though, he almost lost his breath when he spotted you across the room. there were some loopholes in this weird relationship you had and he couldn't seem to accept it. he found you attractive and he was disgusted with himself for that. out of all the fishes in the sea it just had to be you. his little weakness, the pretty dress.

you wave your hand at his face,"whatever," jay doesn't like the way you just dismiss him, closing in on you blocking your view of whichever guy you were eyeing. whichever guy was hot enough to have your attention away from him.

"you wanna play some games?" his hand goes over to circle the top of your cup, noticing the orange juice in there.

"what game?"

"truth and dare, all our friends are gathering there to play," he wasn't interested to join earlier, but watching you fixated on some guys is itching him to take you away and get your ass busy.

hours later and he's in a circle, all drunk sitting right across you. 'kiss kiss kiss!" the chants go around with the bottle stopped right between your two. if he'd been sober, he would've left the second someone proposed for a kiss but with his mind all hazy right now, all he can think about is how your lips would feel on his. if the pretty shade on them would taste as sweet as they look.

to say he was disappointed when you chose to drink it out would be an understatement. jay felt no more purpose in the game, leaving as soon as you excused yourself. with your wobbly steps you sway your way to the dance floor, almost falling over yourself before jay has his hands around you, keeping you afloat.

"watch your step, pretty," he whispers into your ear.

"pretty? what happened to piggy?" there is a slight flinch in you when you whisper back, growing conscious of the proximity.

"piggies can be pretty sometimes," his hands move lower to your hips, gripping lightly as the music changes to one of sensual hues. body moving together to the sultry notes.

"we're dancing," turning to face the rather drunk boy, you trace a finger over the exposed skin of his chest. jay's sure you can feel the fast thumping of his heart under your pretty little soft tips but honestly he couldn't care less right now. the alcohol in his brain messing with his feelings. a mushy daze of everything he's ever felt for you, from middle school to college.

"together," you breathe out staring at the plump of his lips and jay feels this weird sparkling thing where his stomach twists and turns but in a good way,"apparently," all these people around, so many attractive faces he could have latched onto yet he can't imagine himself swaying away with anyone else, it just feels wrong for some reason.

"and we hate each other," the reminder is like a fresh breeze across his fuzzy mind, no matter where he looks he can't seem to feel the hatred right now,"mhm," jay reaches out with a delicate touch, watching your dazed eyes in a trance as you scan him, muzzling into his hand when he tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear in a faint caress. after that it's a silence between you two, not the one where you usually think of ripping each other's hair off but perhaps one where you're thinking to eating each other's face off. at least that's all jay can think about.

you were drunk and he should have seen it coming. at some point you leave him hanging in the middle of the floor only for him to find you amidst a crowd of screams, letting it all loose on an elevated platform with a pole, right towards the front. twerking your ass off and instead of being embarrassed out of his wits jay rather feels this warm fluffy feeling. a conjured up image of a sober him driving to bars and clubs to pick up a drunk you as you shout 'baby' while running into his arms.

no what the fuck, what am i thinking. he is baffled at his own imagination. enemies to lovers trope is so not his thing. it should never be his thing. right?

"come on you need some fresh air," spotting a few guys eyeing you in the wrong way, jay is quite literally picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder before walking out the house into the backyard.

"i was having so much fun there! why did you bring me out here!" you shout, still feeling the loud music ringing in your ears.

"you were having too much fun, you needed to touch some grass," he tries shushing you, flicking lightly at your forehead.

you ignore him, too tired and used to, to bicker back,"there's a pool here?" the excitement in your voice makes him laugh, y'all have probably been sitting here for five minutes, and you've only noticed the big ass pool now. but well, with the amount of alcohol you both have in your system right now it's a miracle you're still conscious and otherwise a little sane.

"why, you wanna skinny dip?" he knows that's exactly what you would want to do, if you could. he hasn't known you for ten years for just nothing. all those fights and bickerings and make ups, he's sure he knows you more than your friends and more than you know yourself. and he's always followed you whenever you weren't following him. doing everything you did just to get a chance at annoying you.

"can we go in there?" no.

tonight he'd like to stay dry and cozy.

"it's cold, i ain't doing this," he reprimands, squinting his eyes in the distance, a look away from you to tell you he's not having it.

however it's not like you listen anyway, at least not to him.

it's like second nature at this point, running after you. be it to get on your nerves or to secretly protect you,"piggy!" he snaps up at once at the sound of you skipping down the patio. albeit almost slipping and cracking your head open on the way. jay doesn't know if he should be worried more about ending up in the hospital or getting in there with you all wet and close.

he's been in the pool with girls before but he's not been in the pool with you since you were like eleven and friends and not hit by puberty yet, in your ugly loose swim shirts and pants, hair all over in a mess with no idea about romance.

"slow down will you, i can't be bothered to drive you to medics if you break a leg or something," he whines, feeling the water soaking up the clothes against his skin as he carefully walks down the stairs leading into the pool. two steps behind with his hand reaching out to steady you incase you decide to slip again.

"try to catch me!" you yell, putting in all efforts to move as far from him as you could.

"do i look like i need to try?" his hands loop around your wrists in a moment, pulling you against his chest is a low splash. arms going around the waist as he locks eyes with yours. the palm of your hands find refuge on his chest playing with the undone buttons when the hard pounding of his heart reverberates against your skin. you're nervous, he's nervous.

"why do you hate me?" he asks.

"because you do," you answer and jay's confused. what?

"why do you hate me?" you ask him. and as expected,"because you do,"

realizing it's all a big misunderstanding, jay can't help but feel his heart race faster if that is even possible,"i don't really hate you," the pout on your lips falters his gaze, looking down to avoid his breath stopping right there and then. "neither do i," a low whisper, softly adjusting the fallen strap of your dress. he scans you over once, his little weakness, the pretty dress. no, it's you, you always know what to wear have him weak in the knees.

"your lipstick is pretty-" you look so damn pretty he wants to say, brown orbs lingering on the shine radiating off your lips.

you're both drunk, and it's probably the only time he'll be able to say it. i can do it! jay swears.

however before he can even utter a syllable, the slippery gloss of your cherry lipstick slide against his lips. feeling the plush of your lips pressing onto his own, like a step into heaven. eyes open and motionless, taking a hard time to let it sink in while you're there moving your lips, catching his bottom lip between in a gentle bite.

"pi- piggy-" when you pull away for a split second only to jump onto him, his hands immediately grabbing the back of your thighs resting them around him, trembling at the tension he feels to dive right back in to a kiss.

"shut up," you begin leaving a trail of marks starting at his neck—

that's where you scream, pulling jay out of the flashbacks. he sits on his bed, tracing his lips in a trance after you've left. he had no idea how to face you after remembering all that while you still seemed to have no clue. how he knows your lipstick tastes sweet and bitter and how you don't know that he knows that.

he takes out his phone, a faint memory of a picture. searching through his gallery is not even necessary, on the top in a grand glory he finds the photo of you perched on his lap on his bed, head tucked into his neck where one can definitely catch glimpse of your fluttering kisses.

he can't seem to recall about the hickeys on your neck, and how you got to his room. but he's sure he will in a few days. hoping you'd too until then.

for now he'll post this. there's nothing better than getting under your skin. figuratively and literally.

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[symbiomancy]

video game —ryōmen sukuna

—summary: Sukuna can play his video games if you're sitting on his cock, you're not that distracting.

—cw: f!reader, stepcest, cockwarming, their reasoning as to why cockwarming ≠ sex is questionable / ao3 ver

—wc: 1, 4k

You lean over the back of the couch, wrapping your arms around Sukuna’s shoulders. He doesn’t even look your way, his eyes glued to his video game on the living room TV screen. His fingers tap the buttons of the controller swiftly and his character moves around on the TV screen. “So,” you begin with a drawl, mouth next to his ear, “we’re home alone and I’m bored.”

“So?”

You roll your eyes and pull away, rounding the couch to stand in front of the TV, hands on your hips. Sukuna frowns, leans to the right to look past you. You lean, too.

“I’m just saying, you’re here, I’m here, I’m also horny; you could just be in me and play your little game.”

Sukuna pauses his game and leans back on the couch, drapes one arm along the backrest. He lets his eyes trail down your body, from the tight shirt — no bra, again, you’re killing him here — to the already short skirt hiked way up. It wouldn’t leave much to the imagination if you bent over. The thought makes his pants tighten.

“How generous of you.”

“And — and, it’s not even sex; Mormons or someone have a technicality where it’s not premarital sex if you do cockwarming and get someone to jump on the bed to create friction. They also have a loophole about anal but that’s not important right now.”

“Right now?” He raises a brow. You nod. He tucks that knowledge away into the crevices of his mind. “And are you Mormon? Because I don’t see how what you said correlates to this.” He motions between you with the sweep of his finger.

“Yes, it correlates, okay?” You step forward and lean in, hands on his thighs, open cleavage right in his face. Sukuna soaks the sight in, the plush flesh and the perked nipples, swallowing around the tightness in his throat. “As long as you don’t actually move in me, it’s fine, it’s not the actual action of sex. You can do that for me, right?” You lean forward until your lips brush his and press a chaste kiss against his lips. He parts them to reciprocate, the game controller forgotten next to him on the couch, hands now on your body, tugging you toward him. “Sounds nice, right?” You mumble against his mouth.

“You’re very convincing, baby,” he says, pulling back just enough but still lingering in your personal space.

You tug the hem of his boxers down and his half-hard cock springs, up, resting against his abdomen. Beads of precum are gathered at the tip and you swipe a finger over the slit and drag it along the thick vein on the side of his shaft. Sukuna inhales slowly and exhales, long and heavy. His breath fans your lips.

“So?”

“Yeah, sure.” It doesn’t come out as aloof as he would’ve liked it to — there’s a soft lilt in his voice, instead, the curve of his lips curled up. You’re going to be the death of his reputation, if not the entirety of his being.

You stand with your knees on either side of his thighs and pull your underwear to the side. Sukuna hikes up your skirt with one hand and makes a sound of pure contentedness in the back of his throat at the sight of your pretty pussy, his other hand fisting his cock. What he wouldn’t do to ruin it, to have it dripping with his cum, gathering it up with his fingers to force it back in. You could take it, could take everything he has to offer. If he had the time, he’s sure he could spend hours watching it slowly dribble out only to fuck it back into you. He gives his cock a quick stroke, then another, painfully hard at the idea of ruining your pretty pussy with his cum, and adjusts himself so he’s lined up with you.

The tip drags across your folds and your breath hitches in your throat. You want to avert your eyes from him, look at where the tip of his cock is pressing against your entrance, but he’s too enticing, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and glossy from spit. He pushes in, eyes snapping up to meet yours, hands on your hips to slowly bring you down. Your mouth drops open, nails digging into his shoulders — the stretch is slow and aching and so divine you feel tears prickling your eyes but you don’t look away from him. It sends a flashfire rolling under your skin, clenching around his tip. Fingers — your own fingers, even — work well enough but having someone inside you, someone whose movements you can’t control, someone this thick—

Sukuna pauses with a swear tumbling from his lips, large warm hands on your hips to keep you at half-mast on his cock.

“No, no, no — keep going, keep going.”

“Just… give me a sec.” He closes his eyes and lets his head tip back and breathes in slowly, holds it for a moment, then exhales. His hands squeeze your hips. He doesn’t look at you again, but slowly, excruciatingly slowly pulls you down. His cock drags against your walls so sweetly until he’s buried to the hilt.

The air stands still, your breath caught in your throat. All at once, you both exhale, heavy and drawn-out, adjusting. You’re so warm around him, hugging him so tightly he might blow his load into you any minute. He doesn’t think he could hold himself back from jumping you like a dog in heat, fucking his cum back into you again and again and again. He has the stamina. Sukuna takes a deep breath to level himself, picks up the discarded game controller, and wraps his arms around your waist, unpausing his game.

You dare a glance to where your bodies are conjoined and snap your gaze up immediately, heat rushing to your cheeks. Slowly, you let your body tip forward until you’re chest to chest, your chin on his shoulder.

The tiled kitchen backsplash provides a distorted but somewhat coherent reflection of the TV screen. His character moves around, leaps, shoots. It’s a lot to keep track of. Fatigue from the summer heat weighs down your shoulders and you stifle a yawn.

Other than the sounds from Sukuna’s game and the hum of the fridge, the house is quiet.

Your drooping eyes follow the action on the TV. You can make out figures walking around but that’s about it.

“Somebody on your left.”

Sukuna’s avatar turns right and promptly dies.

He smacks a hand against your ass and you yelp, press forward and he’s so much deeper, tip nudging your cervix. It drives the air from your lungs, a broken moan chasing it. Maybe he’d be willing to stay this way forever; if you ask nicely enough. “Your left,” he says. But his hand doesn’t leave. Instead, it massages the spot it made contact with. You take a deep breath, heart thrumming against your sternum, and press a kiss against the side of his neck. He smells good, a pleasant mixture of shampoo and cologne.

“Could you ever find it in your big, big heart to forgive me?” You clench around him for emphasis and Sukuna groans. You almost, almost want to sit up and sink down on him, just to hear that sound again. But that wasn’t in the deal. So, you change the subject. “Why are you wearing cologne at home?”

“I have plans.”

“Nobody wears cologne to hang out with the guys.” You trace mindless patterns on his back, feeling the grooves of the vertebrae of his spine underneath your fingertips. “Do I know this girl you’re meeting with?”

“No.”

A low hum leaves your parted lips and you don’t bother to push the topic. It’s not worth it, whoever she is; it’s not worth it. This right here, right now is just the two of you. She doesn't matter. You rest your cheek against his shoulder, the tip of your nose grazing his neck, breath ghosting over his collarbones with every exhale, and let your eyes slip closed, giving into the summer heat and the fire simmering under your skin. “Wake me up when you have to leave.”

Sukuna responds with a non-committal hum and turns down the volume on his game.

And if his date texts him to ask if he's still up for their outing, maybe he asks her for a raincheck.

banner + divider by @/cafekitsune

[l1tw1ck]

Fucking the Cowboy

(First Time) Sub!Bottom Joel x Dom!Top!FTM Reader

☆ Word Count: 1,523 ☆

[No AFAB Language Ver] | Words Used for Reader: Cunt, Dick, T-Dick, Cock, Wetness, Insides, Walls

CW: Drunk Sex, Nipple Sucking, Handjob, Cum Eating, Cunnilingus, Ass Eating, Strap-in-A, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation

“Good work today, Miller. How ‘bout some dinner and drinks to celebrate? It’s on me.” You place your hand on Joel’s shoulder. The two of you finished a project in record time, Joel agrees this is cause for celebration.

“Sure.” Joel nods. He had no idea what was in store for the both of you by agreeing to your suggestion.

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Joel isn't sure how he ended up on your couch, sitting on your lap shirtless and listening to your compliments like he's never been complimented before but he's too drunk to question it. He isn't that drunk, but he’ll blame it on the beer anyway.

“Your tits are so soft, baby.” You fondle his chest lovingly. “I could do this forever.” You suck on his nipple, not minding the hair in your mouth. Joel moans and starts to grind down on you, extremely hard.

He moans your name. “Please– please touch my cock too-” He begs for the first time ever. Your overwhelmingly dominant yet gentle energy managed to tame Joel with ease.

You pull away and rub his boner through his pants, enjoying his reaction. “You’re a greedy little thing, aren't you?” You unzip his jeans. Joel flushes in embarrassment. He's never been called little before. But in comparison to you, he's not surprised you consider him as such. He whimpers as he feels your hand gently grab his hot shaft, pre cum dribbling down onto your fingers. You use it to aid your hand in gliding up and down it. Joel’s moans increase as you go back to sucking on his nipple.

“Th- thank you– fuck—” He gasps. He moans your name again, more whiny than before. He's become such a slut for you. “Oh God–” He bites his lip as he comes. You pull away from his chest and lick up all the cum you can.

Joel shudders as he watches you lick up the cum on your fingers. “You wanna do somethin’ f’me in return?”

He nods.

“Get on your knees.” You order. Joel quickly gets down. He watches, drool about to spill from his mouth, as you unbuckle your belt and unzip your pants. He really starts to drool when you pull your pants down and he sees the wetness from your arousal darken parts of your underwear, as well as the soft outline of your t-dick. You pull your boxers down next. He locks eyes with you before licking your cunt like a dehydrated puppy. “Tastes good?” You chuckle

He shivers in response. “So good.” He answers. He pulls away just by a few inches and leans his head a bit closer to your thigh, his mouth attaching to your cock and two of his digits slowly making their way inside you one by one.

“Now you got it..” You pet him. “Just like that, Joel.”

If mere words were enough to make him come, he would've had an orgasm after hearing that. He looks into your eyes and finds himself moaning subconsciously from your gaze. He closes his eyes, knowing he’ll surely discover that he can come untouched by keeping eye contact. Joel finds your g-spot, your sudden gasp and shake confirming it for him.

“Right there, babe–” You moan. He smiles as he feels your insides beginning to squeeze his fingers. He licks and sucks your cock happily, enjoying your sounds of pleasure.

Thanks to Joel's skills, it didn't take much more time to make you come. Your back is arched and your walls are desperately hugging his fingers. You take a moment to catch your breath. “You’re good at that.” You smile, petting him again. He looks up at you with the sexiest expression and that immediately makes you do a 180. Your smile loses its softness and becomes sharp and full of lust. “I wanna fuck you.” Your voice is low and full of arousal. His cock twitches in response.

“Please.” He whimpers.

You smirk and pick him up with ease. You bring him into your room and have him lay stomach first on your bed with his ass raised in the air. You pull his pants down all the way and get onto the bed. You gently rub his plump ass before spreading his cheeks apart. You circle your tongue around his virginal rim, enjoying Joel’s shivers and whines. You gently tongue his rim before sliding it inside, he whimpers as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He moans at the amazing feeling of you exploring his insides, shocked by what he's been missing out on.

You grab his cock, roughly jerking him off. Joel cries out in pleasure. “Yes– [Name]~” He groans. “So…so fuck…fuckin’ good~”

You pull away from his ass and let go of his dick, much to his dismay. “I think you're ready for me, darling.” You stand up. You strip down to nothing and strap yourself up, leaving you to just pick the right dildo. You pick up your box of toys and show it to Joel. “Which one?”

Joel stares at the biggest one in the box, drool dripping down his chin.

“This one?” You point to it. Joel makes a sound of agreement. “Hm…A little big for your first time but I think you can handle it.” You take it out and put the box aside. You pop it on your strap and grab your bottle of lube. You get back onto the bed and turn him onto his back. You pour some of the liquid onto your digits and briefly finger him, making sure it’ll be a smooth entrance, before pressing your tip against his hole. “Ready?” You ask.

He's more than ready. “Yes!” Joel bites down on his lip as he feels you enter him, your thick cock steadily stretching him out. “Deeper~” He groans. You grip his waist and go further in, your dick brushing against his prostate. Joel moans in pleasure, his legs shaking in response.

You gently circle your thumb around his stomach. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm…Feels really fuckin’ good.” He grins drunkenly, moving his hips.

“Yeah? You like being full from my cock?” You do the thrusting for him.

“Yes~” He drags the word out.

You smirk, fucking him at a slow and steady pace. “You're taking me so well, darlin’” You lean into his ear and jerk him off at a snail’s pace. “Doin’ so good f’daddy.” You bite the outer part of his ear.

Joel moans, suddenly having an orgasm. “Don– don’t stop-”

“Look at you, coming from almost nothing.” You chuckle, pulling back to look at him. “You look real pretty like this.”

Joel outstretches his arms to you and you lean in, kissing him with his arms wrapped around you. The two of you passionately make out, your hips rocking at the perfect pace. Joel had no idea bottoming could feel so good, he might get addicted to this.

You pull away and look at him with a smile.

“Faster, please–” He says, slightly out of breath.

You pick up the pace like he asked, loud moans and various profanities spilling out of Joel’s mouth. He digs his blunt nails into your back, scratching it. You don't mind though, the sight in front of you makes up for the mild pain. He can't say anything comprehensible, he’s too overwhelmed by his previous orgasm and your constant thrusts, but you can tell by the look on his face that he loves this.

“Daddy~” He gasps. “Touch- touch me.”

You briefly slow down, tracing your finger up his cock teasingly. “Here, babe?” You gently wrap your fist around it. He nods. You rub his slit with your thumb. “You sure? ‘S gonna overstimulate you.”

He nods again. “I’m sure.” He has a look in his eyes that tells you he's completely succumbed to his pleasure, he's hungry and greedy for more. And who are you to deprive him of what he wants?

You begin to jerk him off and resume your previous speed, an instant surge of pleasure running through Joel. He arches his back and leans his head against the pillow, his eyelids fluttering as he moans like a slut. “Love hearing you moan, y’sound so fuckin’ slutty.” You grin.

Joel’s never heard such sounds coming out of his own mouth before but you're right, he sounds like a slut and he loves it. He loves feeling like a whore, your whore. Sure this is the first time the two of you have done anything romantic but he can't help but feel attached to someone who makes him feel so good. “Only for you.” He grins stupidly. He starts to feel his orgasm approaching and grips you harder.

“Only for me, huh? I like the sound of that.”

Joel lets out a breathy moan and comes. You don't want to overwhelm him any further so despite his pleas, you stop. “Why don't we get cleaned up now?” You suggest. Joel nods and gets up from the bed with your help. You’ve always wanted him but you wonder how Joel will feel in the morning. You decide not to think about it.

[nurse-floyd]

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Oh Viv...this is PURE absolute filth and you are 100% to blame haha!

Warnings: pure pure smut, pegging.

Max was pissed. You could hear it in the way his voice sounded when he let his engineer know his car was actually on fire. Couldn’t miss it in the way he stomped out of the car and ripped his helmet and balaclava off and ran a frustrated hand through his hair. You wanted nothing more than to run to his side, hug him and tell him it was okay. But, he still had a job to do, a race to watch and a debrief to attend. Later that night, you’d just have to show him just how much you loved him and give him a reason not to write the whole day off as a shit show. 

“Hey Maxie,” you knew he loved it when you called him that, “come here,” you said softly as you held your arms out toward him. 

The weight was still heavy in his shoulders as he practically fell into your arms, his head resting on your shoulder. You knew Max inside and out and could see he was still beating himself up, despite it not being his fault. 

Yeah…tonight was going to be all about him. You were going to remind him of his worth, why Max Verstappen deserved to be called world champion. It was going to be a night to erase the day he’d had. 

Max dragged his feet as he moved across the hotel room and sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders sagging as he let out a long sigh. You followed him and climbed on the bed behind him and wrapped your arms around his chest. You could feel his frustration as you gently massaged his shoulders, stroked his hair and offered him comfort. 

“You’ll get them next time,” you whispered in his ear,” that ended with you nipping at his ear. 

He leaned his head back, his eyes closed as he let out a groan. You could tell it was working, could feel him relaxing as his body sagged against your chest and you knew it was time to take things further. With your free hand, you ran it down his chest and stomach before you teased at the waistband of his jeans. It had the desired effect as you saw the bulge in his pants grow at your touch. 

“Let me take care of you tonight,” you murmured, your hot breath tickling his ears. “Just relax baby, let me take away all that frustration. Make you feel good.” 

You stood on your knees and made an attempt to unbuckle his belt, it was difficult from the angle but he gladly helped. As soon as the belt was off and the button and zipper were undone, you slipped your hands beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his hardening cock. 

Max gasped at the contact, letting out a hiss as his eyes fluttered closed at the pleasure that shot through him. You started slowly, your movements gently as you teased him, knowing exactly how to drive him crazy. 

“That’s it sweetheart,” you growled softly in his ear, “you might not have won today, but we're definitely going to make up for it tonight.” 

You could feel just how much he was enjoying it as you watched his chest rise and fall quicker as his breathing picked up. This was only the beginning though. He groaned as you released your grip on his cock and stood up from the bed. He watched as you slipped out of your own clothes, revealing the lacy lingerie set you knew he loved. Regardless of whether he won or lost you knew you’d be having sex with him that night, so you were prepared. 

“Got a surprise for you tonight, baby,” you said as you retrieved a strap-on hardness, lube and a pink dildo from your luggage. The perks of traveling on a private jet…no TSA. You strapped it on, watching as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. The sight of you taking control with the bright pink dildo strapped around your waist had his cock twitching all over again. 

“Get undressed for me, Max. I’m going to take charge tonight. Give you just what you need,” your eyes darkened a little, you loved watching him like this, all submissive. “I’m going to fuck you Max, peg you hard and remind you just how fucking special you are.” 

Max didn’t have to be told twice. He pulled his top off, revealing his toned abs and shrugged his jeans and boxers all the way off, throwing them to the side. He was putty in your hands. 

You made a move to where he stood, completely naked and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Max’s breath caught in his throat as you joined him, straddling his waist and positioning yourself between his legs. 

“Like the view?” you teased, seeing the way he was staring at you, chest heaving as he focussed on the bright pink dildo. “You’re going to let me take care of you tonight. Take my cock like the good boy I know you are.” 

He nodded, licking his dry lips. You leaned down, capturing his lips with your own, deepening the kiss as your tongue dipped into his mouth. You gripped his hard and swollen cock and gave it a few tugs as you stroked it in time with your kisses. 

“I want you nice and hard for this, baby,” you whispered into his ear with another nip before you sat up and positioned the head of the dildo at Max’s entrance. With a gentle but firm push, you entered the tip of the dildo, pausing for a moment for him to get used to the stretch. 

“Such a good boy for me,” you groaned, as you looked at his face, wanting to savor the pure bliss of his expression. “So tight for me.” 

Slowly, you pushed in further and let him adjust to the girth a little longer before you began to slowly move your hips in a steady rhythm. Max’s eyes closed, his mouth open as he became lost in the sensation. The bliss was heightened further when you leaned down, angling the dildo just right as you kissed and nibbled at his neck. 

“You like taking my cock like that, baby?” 

“Fuck…yes,” he moaned as he moved his head back, expposing his neck for you further. 

His response only encouraged you further as you increased the pace of your thrusts, sliding the dildo in and out of his tight hole. Your hand joined in as he wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with your thrusts. 

“Cum for me, baby,” you urged, “want to feel you tighten around my cock as you explode.” 

Those were all the words he needed to hear, the angle of the dildo and the strokes on his cock were enough to send him over the edge as he cried out, his body arching as the waves of pleasure washed over him and he released himself. 

He collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving as you pulled out from him. You lay down beside him, tracing patterns on his chest as he calmed down. 

“That was incredible,” Max murmured, his voice hoarse from the night's activities, “I needed that.” 

“Anything for my man,” you replied. 

As you lay side by side, Max forgot about the frustrations of the day. He knew he’d make it up next time. For now he was content to just lay with you and enjoy what the rest of the night had in store.

[urwhorecrux]

UGH I love sub draco 🫡 if you can I'd love it if you could write something about him!! love ur writing

thank you so muchh this means a lot to me <3

⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ birthday boy - d.m

pairing. draco malfoy x fem!reader.

summary. reader visits draco, her friend on his birthday. smut.

warnings. smut, (16+ please), sub/dom characters, p in v, praises, mommy kink.

a/n. idk this can either be third pov or your pov, it''s really all over the place. lmk if yall want a non mommy kink ver.

word count. 1.2k

y/n looks up at the clock hanging on her bedroom wall, "11:02 am" it read. it was the next day, one she had been waiting for since school recently let out.

she stood in front of the mirror, softly flattening her skirt as a final touch to her outfit. she decided to dress up, it was a special day after all. she wore a long, black satin skirt. along with a dark green corset, as it was draco's favorite color after all.

you planned to stay at the malfoy manor, though his father wasn't exactly "fond" of you both seeing each other, it was somewhat allowed. he assumed there would be nothing more than just you two being friends. with a wave of your wand, you apparated to the dim manor. the manor was completely dim, even for such a bright day.

you softly knocked on the door, and soon you faced a blonde-haired guy who stood straightly, a small smirk appearing on his face. he stood tall, wearing a black suit bringing out his every attractive feature.

"you came" he greeted her, taking her hand in his guiding her in.

"'f' course i did, i wouldn't miss my best friend's birthday, and after all these years? no, I couldn't". she laughed, making draco softly chuckle.

draco softly cupped her face, gently pulling it closer to him, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

"here, happy birthday love" she placed a small, velvet black box in his hands.

in his hands he slowly opened it, revealing a silver black gem ring, two small snakes sitting on each side.

his eyes lit up, admiring the ring with a soft smile on his face. "y/n it's perfect, thank you love", he pulled softly by her waist, kissing her forehead, thanking her.

he inhales deeply, pulling only inches away from her face. the tension around them grew by each second, as the room stayed silent.

"y/n, i um-" he takes an exhale in before continuing, "i-i think I've grown to like you- or, grew to fall in love with you after all this time" he broke eye contact, looking anywhere else around the room but her eyes.

"draco" y/n cupped his face, tilting his chin to be sure he was faced towards her.

"I've loved you for all these years too, idiot" she chuckled, pressing their faces closer together, rekindling eye contact with each other.

he wasted no time, smashing his lips to hers as he pulls her waist into him, bodies touching one another as the passionate kisses began turning into a makeout, draco laying her down over his bed.

he discarded his blazer and soon his shirt, as her heels and clothes went with it. it soon hit her reality, that this was the moment. she soon began straddling him on top, grinding against his trousers.

"let me do the work dray, it's your special day after all, let me just make you feel good", she slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling his boxers down, his swollen cock springing out his boxers.

she whimpers at the sight of his cock, craving him desperately. she runs his fingers through his thick, platinum hair, placing soft kisses up his neck to jawline. she makes her way down to his thighs, softly planting kisses across them before kitten licking his tip.

draco lets out a rough groan as she takes his cock in her hands, pumping him, making draco instantly moan her name as her innocent eyes watch his every movement.

she looks up at him, smiling and slowly throating his balls completely, making him groan even more as his hand clutch around the satin sheets.

"fuck- y/n, feels s-so good" her name repeatedly left his lips every time she swirled her tongue around his balls, then to his roughened tip.

she bobbed her head in a circular motion, holding down a steady pace, hollowing her cheeks, pulling him deeper in her mouth.

"fuck y/n, just like that j-just keep going", she swirls her tongue around his cock, sucking on his tip each time she slightly came up. her hand began pumping the rest of his cock that couldn't fit into his mouth, making sure every part of him was fulfilled with pleasure.

he began slowly bucking his hips, making her softly gag. she noticed his cock twitched in her mouth as she began hollowing her cheeks and sucking deeper, her hand moving to his balls and massaging them, helping him reach his high.

he let out a low whimper of her name as his warm milky ropes shot down her throat, leaving his legs slightly trembling. y/n whimpered as she pulls her mouth away, adoring the sight of draco's cock leaking as clear white ropes piled around the pair.

she smiles at him, unzipping her skirt, and slowly unbuttoning her corset, her full breasts flowing out of it. his pupils widened at the view in front of him, admiring every detail.

"god y/n, you're absolutely beautiful, all this for me?", his hands began roaming down her body, admiring her, taking in every detail possible.

she starts grinding her now bare cunt on his still hard cock, earning a soft whimper from the boy she was now straddling. his hands grasped around her waist, guiding her around his cock, which now was covered with her lubricating juices.

"sit back f'me dray", she insisted. she slowly began pumping his cock, lining his tip against hers, slowly sinking down on it.

they both became undone as a moaning mess, filling each other perfectly.

“mhm.. fuck- you’re so big draco.. you fill me up so good inside”

she starts slowly adjusting, now softly bouncing against his cock, resting her hands against draco's chest as she throws her head back in pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut in pleasure.

“fuck, you’re so tight around me y/n, y'taking me so well”, draco praises, his hands grasping around her waist tighter.

"you like this dray?", she leaned close into his ear, making him shutter at her tone.

'y-yes mommy" his breath hitched, whimpering at y/n suddenly controlling her pace and going faster, her walls now hugging his cock with every movement.

y/n began placing soft lovebites across his neck, finding his sweet spot causing draco to softly whimper.

she gently wraps her hand across his throat, choking him lightly, making draco whine. she pulled him closer, capturing her lips on his muffled moans.

she quickly broke this kiss with a loud whimper, screaming out his name as every thrust brushed her g-spot.

“shit.. you feel so good inside me dray, m' so close”

she rolled her hips faster by every second around his cock, her tits jolted with every movement, his mouth latching softly on them.

"fuck- never felt this good mommy" his breath hitched as he felt his cock twitch around her walls, indicating the both of them were close to their high.

"cum for mommy, baby", y/n rolled her hips around him faster, tightening her grip across his chest.

draco's moan filled the room, moaning her name without caring who was even around as his warm ropes filled inside her.

y/n let go completely, cumming over his cock as her walls remained clenching around him.

both of them pant heavily, as the room filled with nothing but the summer heat, they were both a mess with visions blurring.

"fuck, i've been wanting that for so long love" draco said, softly caressing her cheek.

y/n giggles, "happy birthday dray" she smiled at him tiredly, pressing loving kisses over his face.

a/n. i made this all in class ahhhkijsijk.

[wonwoosstuff]

Mr Muscle | Seungcheol x fem.reader (smut 18+)

Synopsis: Seungcheol wants to flaunt his strength again but this time….. in bed.

Original ver of this drabble: https://www.tumblr.com/wonwoosstuff/737816735398428672/seungcheol-x-femreader-synopsis-your-boyfriend

A/N: Here’s the long awaited smut! I recommend you to read the link first since this is kind of an extension to the original.

Genre: smut 18+, mdni, mean dom scoups, protected sex (so so important!),manhandling, reader thirsting over her man, fingering, breast play, manhandling, reader is also a bit shy, oh and did I also mention manhandling?

This work is a piece of fiction! The characters are not related to any particular person in real life!

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"Deal. I'll save the strength for opening stubborn jars and protecting your heart.”

You giggled at his affectionate words.

Seungcheol checked you out slowly from head to toe and licked his lips right after.

“What’s with this reaction?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest. “Nothing, you’re just sexy as fuck.” He smirked at his answer.

“Woah Cheol, calm down.”

“Oh baby, how can I resist when you’re right in front of me looking so fine.” You blushed at his comment. Your boyfriend approached you and came dangerously close to your face just to seductively whisper these words into your ear:

“You know, I can show my strength in many different ways and sex is one of them.”

The direct eye contact and the sexual tension between you and Seungcheol made you really shy, so you quickly looked away while he took the chance to grab both of your wrists to lean your hands flat against his chest.

“Baby, listen to my heart pounding. It is just as excited as my friend down there.” He pointed at his dick which already was erected from the ongoing tension between the two of you.

You would be lying if you said that Seungcheol’s seduction hadn’t impacted your arousal in anyway.

In fact it affected you terribly.

Usually Cheol would lead the foreplay but this time you decided to kiss him first. Grabbing his jaw you connected his lips with yours gaining a shocked expression from your boyfriend. He automatically grabbed your waist turning the delicate kiss into a messy and greedy make out session.

Seungcheol kissing you always made you feel like heaven. His tongue was exploring your mouth resulting in you moaning into his mouth. After Seungcheol broke the kiss he grabbed your jaw harshly which made you tear up. However Cheol knew that you liked his rough attitude so he didn’t care about it at the moment.

“Already messed up, hm? Should I mess up that pussy of yours as well, slut?”

That was your last straw. Now you just had to beg him to fuck you.

“Mhm, Cheol- please.” You moaned while looking at him directly into his eyes. “What, baby?You need to speak in full sentences. I can’t understand you.” He exclaimed while undressing you. Now you were completely naked in front of Seungcheol.

“Fuck me until I can’t walk. Choke me, use me. Do everything to me until I can’t speak.” you responded almost whispering your words because you were kind of embarrassed.

The filthy words that just came out of your mouth made his dick twitch in his boxers. His reaction was super fast. Seungcheol picked you up in bridal style carrying you to your shared bedroom.

“I didn’t know you were such a dirty mouthed girl.” He said while throwing you on the king sized bed. You didn’t respond to his comment. Instead you approached your boyfriend on your fours tugging on his shirt.

“Cheolie, it’s your turn.” You cutely added while keeping the eye contact.

He raised one eyebrow— gosh how you hated that— putting a finger under your chin to raise it. “Okay princess. I will.”

Why did the smallest gestures make him look so attractive, you thought while he was undressing in front of you. You practically drooled over his buff build. It felt like you haven’t seen his naked body in years.

“Do you wanna take a picture, princess?” He smirked at you while walking to the night stand.

“No, I want you to fuck me right now.” You didn’t hesitate while saying that.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Seungcheol added while putting a condom over his so called “friend”.

Ah right— his friend was a bit bigger than average and that made you gulp. A nervous feeling appeared on your face. Seungcheol noticed your expression and reacted accordingly.

“Are we alright?” He chuckled. “Cheol—“ now you hesitated for a moment.

“Yea, darling?”

“Will it fit?” And that was a genuine question.

“I’ll make it fit, don’t worry about it. I’ll also take that as a compliment.” He stated, his voice in a more relaxed and husky tone.

You slowly leaned onto your back while Seungcheol hovered over you. Your cheeks were already flushed red by the atmosphere and your boyfriend’s sexiness.

And as if he couldn’t make it worse he attacked your nipple hungrily sucking it literally off. You were quick to grab onto his black hair, arching your body against his.

“Cheol, oh my god. You’re so good to me.” You moaned while receiving a slap on the other breast.

“Hm, am I?” He asked after letting go of your nipple leaving his saliva and a red mark on it.

“Then tell me, princess—” Gosh his eyes were so intimidating and sexy, you thought not noticing that his fingers had made their way to your arousal. “— how can I make you feel—“ one finger was in, making your body arch for Seungcheol just to reach your high deeper. “—even better than this?”

“Ugh, deeper Cheol!” You almost screamed for pleasure. “Huh? What?” I can’t hear you, baby.”

“Please me with your dick, right now!”

You exclaimed being almost out of breath.

Seungcheol grabbed you by your waist to get near to your body. He gave you a quick peck on your lips followed by him stroking his dick. Of course, there was no warning, so he entered you shamelessly rough. Now his strength was displayed in his thrusting skills. Your boyfriend groaned between the thrusts.

“Why are you still tight, princess? I thought you’d be wet enough already.” Seungcheol smirked while putting your legs on his shoulders to get more access to your g-spot. His arms were steadily put next to your head.

“Oh— Cheol— too hard!” You barely could speak because of the pleasure he was giving to you. You naturally grabbed his veiny underarms to support yourself.

Seungcheol had an unrealistic stamina which turned you on even more but made it hard to keep up with him.

“Oh yeah, that’s right princess, just like that.” He groaned with his already deep tone of voice.

“You like it when I show off my strength, don’t you?” His thrusts becoming more slow and romantic.

You honestly passed out since his pace kept increasing. So you dizzily responded while looking at him blushing: “I do, baby.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You asked, genuinely curious.

“Your ‘fuck me more’ look. It makes me wanna ruin you even more but you’re already messed up.”

“But I d—“ all of the sudden his strong arms turned your body around. Now you were standing on all fours. Seungcheol made sure to keep your head in your pillow while your ass was up in the air.

“That’s how I like my girl more.” He said while slapping your ass cheek roughly. You twitched at his action wanting to rub the painful smack.

“Keep your hands to yourself or otherwise I’ll make you suffer, slut.”

“But Cheol” you couldn’t argue against your horny and stubborn man so you pouted into your pillow.

“No buts, stop arguing with me while I’m still being nice to you.” Your boyfriend definitely aimed for ruining you completely tonight and he wasn’t afraid to say it out loud.

Now his hands were exploring your upper body.

“Stop making me wait, honey. I want you.” You teased making his cock twitch for a second time.

“You keep on saying shameless stuff, you dirty girl.” He said while bringing your body up against his chest.

Oh how you loved this position. It was so intimate to both of you.

Seungcheol placed light kissed on your shoulders and nape making you not only arch your back against him but also lean your head back against his shoulder.

The princess treatment and dominance of your man was pure luxury and you couldn’t complain.

While his mouth was busy decorating your shoulder with red marks and love bites, his right hand found his way to your breast, massaging it gently. The left hand was torturing your swollen folds. Seungcheol showed no mercy and shoved two of his thick fingers into your pussy.

“Oh, you look like a goddess, hun.” He complimented you and honestly you could explode because of your boyfriend’s behavior.

“Right there, Cheol, deeper!” And quickly after that you reached your orgasm soaking your man’s fingers wet with your fluids. You weakly fell back into your pillow thinking that your pleasure time was over.

“Oh you taste lovely, princess.” Seungcheol licked his wet fingers entering you once again with his dick. This time a little bit gentler. You moaned at the thickness of his length.

“So you think we can just call it a day pleasuring you but not me? Where is the fun in that? Do you think that’s fair, baby?” You couldn’t answer your boyfriend since you were practically overwhelmed by his thickness.

His pace was increasing with every thrust making you drool into your pillow. Although you couldn’t see his face you could tell that he was enjoying himself. After the last rough thrust Seungcheol reached his orgasm as well and passed out onto the mattress next to you.

“Baby, you did great.” He proudly mumbled, too tired from using all of his energy for the sex. You hugged his waist sideways leaning your head on his chest.

“Let’s get us washed up.” He suggested.

“Mhm, five more minutes.” You lazily voiced while slowly closing your eye lids. Seungcheol pecked your eyelash responding with a chuckle:

“Cute.”

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This was my first ever written smut- help. Sorry for making you guys wait. Hope you enjoyed it!!hihi.

©️ wonwoosstuff do not copy or translate!

[blondieeu]

early bird. katsuki b.

katsuki knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew your preferences, style, personality, even memorized your social security number since you always forgot it. he’d lived with you for damn near 5 years now.

“katsuki”

so when you wake him up in the late hours of the night, all needy and pent up he shouldn’t be surprised, he doesn’t even bother getting angry at you because you always tended to get needy in the night.

you shook him softly, his back turned to you as you tried to wake him. his body rising and falling with quiet snores that became irregular when you shook him.

“katsuki?”

“mm”

“katsuki!”

“what’s wrong”

he didn’t even bother opening his eyes, still laying there like a rock as he waiting for a response from you.

“can we fuck? please katsuki”

the male sighed and lazily grabbed his phone from the nightstand, squinting hard just to see the time. 2:06AM.

“you can’t sleep?”

the silence in the air already told him the answer, katsuki didn’t bother to keep questioning you as he began to shuffle out of his boxers.

“take your panties off.”

he muttered, helping you on your back and pulling the green underwear off your ankles, not without noticing the wet part on the middle of them and giving you a ‘you needed me that bad?’ look. he put your hand around his cock gesturing for you too put it in since he was too tired to find the hole.

bakugou moaned as he settled himself into your sopping cunny, strong hands almost making dents in the headboard as he rocked his hips into yours and watching your slick create thin strings between you and him.

your legs were loose around his waist, toes curling everytime he let himself go deep with your hands touching at his chest and stomach.

“shit.. pussy make me wan’ give you a fuckin’ baby.”

he grunted the words out with a small shake in his voice, like he was trying to hold back a couple moans. he tiredly let his head fall in between his strong, well built arms that held the headboard as he looked down at your face, eyes teary and mouth half opened while you clenched around his cock.

katsuki sat up from his position with hard-to-silence heaves to pull the black wife beater he had on over his head and throw it somewhere across the room as his body temperature started to rise.

he secured his position by grabbing onto your sides so he could fuck you harder. needy moans filled the warm room along with the quiet sound of skin connecting. you could’ve sworn that you went mute every couple of minutes from the surges of pleasure he was feeding into your cunny. wait could you hear how wet you were?

your long time boyfriend gave a lazy smile as he leaned down to make out with you as an attempt to get you quiet so you could her your cunny talk to him as well. quiet squelching could be heard if you really did listen in detail.

“hear her singin’ ? s’ all you—…shit girl..gets this bad at night?”

your pretty eyes were rolling as you tried your best to nod, barely even hearing him while you were concentrated on not cumming too fast and trying not to squirt since you knew you forgot towels. still, loud pornographic moans bounced off of your bedroom walls.

“y..es..kat-suki..”

“alright. ima take care of it baby”

a/n: i refuse to write a whole smutshot!!!!!

aizawa ver

blondieeu xx

[80s-noelle]

lsdln cast x porn links e visuals PARTE 2 🍒

notinha: aqui está a parte dois meus amores!! peguem suas pipocas pois escrevi bastante. avisando que os que não estiverem aqui estarão na próxima parte 🫶

se vocês não lerem a parte do diego eu mato vocês, meu querido precisa de mais atenção 💔

beijinhos, noelle (qualquer erro de digitação me perdoem) 💋

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╰┈➤ ESTEBAN KUKURICZKA:

esteban adorava o seu corpo, e isso já não era uma surpresa pra você. o espertinho aproveita cada oportunidade que tiver para apertar sua bunda, coxas ou segurar seus seios… quando você está fazendo algo na cozinha, fazendo comida ou apenas arrumando os pratos, esteban vem por detrás, passando os braços por sua cintura e enterrando o nariz em seu pescoço, você consegue sentir a dureza familiar em sua bunda e ao perguntar pela décima vez no dia ele apenas diz “¿qué pasa?” ao ver o seu olhar ele estala a lingua, “no me culpes nena, ellos me aman.” com as mãos indo aos seus seios, especialmente aos botões durinhos.

mas ele gosta mesmo é de ter você em seu colo, onde ele pode ver com todos os detalhes a sua boceta molhada, os pequenos lábios inchados e melados de tantos estímulos. ele ouve quando sua respiração acelera e sente quando suas paredes quentes apertam seus dedos como se não quisesse solta-los. ele vê como seu corpo responde e estuda cada movimento. com o português quebrado ele afirma:

“viu só? ela gosta de mim.”

link ୨♡୧: https://x.com/iucywl/status/1722006655431278990?s=46

╰┈➤ DIEGO VEGEZZI:

sendo uma das maquiadoras do cast de “la sociedad de la nieve” era comum você criar um vínculo com os atores que maquiava, um deles sendo o diego… tão curioso sobre você e sempre querendo saber mais sobre o brasil, ele dizia com o brilho nos olhos de que um dia iria visitar, e que te levaria junto para o acompanhá-lo.

com as filmagens terminando o vínculo entre vocês dois ficou mais forte, não querendo que os momentos juntos de risadas e olhares intensos acabassem o mesmo teve a ideia de lhe chamar para um jantar. coisa de amigo, certo? na verdade você estava em dúvida se era apenas coisa da sua cabeça, ou se ele realmente te via com olhos diferentes.

boba você.

se arrumando com o melhor vestido, perfume e penteado, você ja estava pronta quando o som da buzina soou fora de sua casa, diego tinha feito questão de te levar até a casa dele em segurança. dentro do carro você o cumprimentou como de costume, um beijinho em cada bochecha. mesmo que não seja essa a forma de se cumprimentar no país de origem dele, diego já parecia acostumado e parecia confortável toda vez que você fazia isso.

ao caminho do destino você não pode deixar de notar os olhares de diego ao decote de seu vestido, ou como toda vez que ele trocasse a marcha do carro, a mão dele roçava na sua coxa exposta, suas bochechas ficavam vermelhas, e com um pequeno “desculpe” diego voltava a atenção ao volante.

a tenda nas calças dele não podia mais ser ignorada, então você decidiu acabar com isso com as próprias mãos. pedindo-o de repente para parar no beco arborizado e escuro perto de sua casa, ele achou que tinha feito algo errado, que você iria sair do carro furiosa e que o culparia de “estragar” a amizade de vocês dois. mas foi totalmente o contrário, você subiu no colo dele, começou a atacar o pescoço de diego com beijos molhados e o mesmo imediatamente respondeu aos seus atos, colocando as duas mãos grandes e calejadas em sua cintura ele guiou seus quadris, roçando sua calcinha em seu pau endurecido, lutando parar sair da calça dele.

com urgência, você parou os beijos e foi tirando a calcinha que já grudava em sua boceta molhada. você podia ouvir o barulho da fivela de diego, abaixando um pouco as calças e espalmando o pau endurecido pela sua boxer suspirando. você volta mas dessa vez beijando-o nos lábios com fome, numa bagunça de línguas e saliva diego abaixa a parte de cima de seu vestido apenas para liberar seus seios, massageando um na mão com vontade, enquanto a outra brincava com seu mamilo. ele finalmente guia seus quadris ao pau já vermelho, a ponta rosada furiosa vazando pré-gozo. sentando vocês dois suspiram de alívio, e você não perde tempo em cavalgar com vontade, gemendo alto quando o pau de diego acerta aquele ponto precioso dentro de você.

link ୨♡୧: https://x.com/daddyyrough/status/1759148238764937539?s=46

link 2: https://x.com/daddyyrough/status/1759759054262378789?s=46

╰┈➤ FELIPE OTAÑO:

com o aniversário do seu namorado chegando você sabia exatamente qual surpresa fazer, e você também sabia que ele iria adorar. saindo do banho fumaçando, você se apressou ao pegar a caixa delicada que estava debaixo da cama compartilhada de vocês dois.

puxando o pequeno laço rosa de cetim que adornava a caixa, você tirou sua linda lingerie branca e rosa pastel, a coisinha além de ser pequena não deixava nada para a imaginação. tudo estava como planejado, cabelo arrumado, perfume, loção de corpo, você nem se preocupou em por maquiagem, sabia que em 5 minutos ela já está dia escorrendo pelo seu rosto por causa das lágrimas e suor… nada poderia dar de errado.

ouvindo o barulho das chaves e a voz de pipe lhe chamando você se aprontou na cama, soltando risadinhas ao ouvir seu namorado procurando por você pela casa escura. abrindo a porta do quarto com uma cara de confuso, o rosto dele rapidamente se ilumina ao seus olhos caírem em você, um sorriso manhoso como se tivesse acabado de ganhar vários doces.

você prontamente abre as pernas e como um cachorrinho ansioso ele fica entre elas, soltando um gemido ao sentir o nariz dele na sua pérola. apreciando a vista ele puxa a sua calcinha de lado, vendo a luz refletir na sua buceta molhada ele da pequenas lambidinhas em seu clítoris já rosado e inchado.

link ୨♡୧: https://x.com/daddyyrough/status/1759152832970678528?s=46

link 2: https://x.com/pusiamokra69/status/1714910150018871753?s=46

╰┈➤ AGUSTIN PARDELLA:

ele é viciado na diferença de tamanho entre vocês dois, você sempre o pega comparando o tamanho da mão de vocês, sua mãozinha pequena segurando a mão áspera dele…

e agustin não esconde o tesão dele em relação a isso, sempre te dizendo que adorava ver a sua mãozinha tentando segurar o pau dele quando você ia fazer um boquete, que seus dedos nem chegavam a se encontrar.

ele se torna selvagem quando vocês dois transam e acima de seu monte, ele vê a protuberância da cabeça de seu pau toda vez que ele mete dentro de você. ele se sente o melhor homem do mundo, sentindo sua bucetinha pulsando ao redor dele… de acordo com agustin, essa é a melhor sensação do mundo.

link ୨♡୧: https://x.com/daddyyrough/status/1759839670089773337?s=46

╰┈➤ FRANCISCO ROMERO:

esse homem adora quando você quica nele, vendo você cavalgar o pau dele enquanto as mãos do mesmo apertam sua cintura ao ponto de ficar marcado seus dedos.

a sua carinha manhosa mordendo os lábios rosados e inchados só faz o pau dele se contrair dentro de você, duro como pedra as veias ficam proeminentes… ele quase se perde quando olha pra sua boceta e vê um anel branco cremoso na base do pau dele toda vez que você se abaixa.

francisco não é um homem quieto, e geme como uma putinha mais do que você, olhar de cachorrinho toda vez que sua buceta aperta seu pênis.

link ୨♡୧: https://x.com/pusiamokra69/status/1725219903823560932?s=46

link 2: https://x.com/pusiamokra69/status/1730647566465880462?s=46

link3: https://x.com/daddyyrough/status/1758244858056110085?s=46

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parabéns você chegou ao final!! 🫶🤭

se acalmem, eu sei que está faltando gente e já tenho algumas cartas na manga para a terceira parte 🙏

e sobre os links bônus (o do fran, diego e pipe por exemplo) eu acabo achando mais videos que se encaixam, então eu deixo um gostinho a mais pra vocês 💋

mil perdões pelo espanhol horrível se tiver algum vídeo repetido por favor me avisem!!

[apclyptc]

TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN— chris ver.

foreword: please read the first part linked here! it kinda makes sense without but not really so i’d read part one first. the matt version is also linked on that post so if u wanna read that one, head there!

warnings: making out, grinding, handjob, fondling of the upper chest area wink wink nudge nudge, cum eating, slight jealousy from chris if you squint

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“i pick… chris.” you glanced at him to find him smirking, as if he knew his name would come out of your mouth.

it intimidated you slightly, knowing whatever was going to happen in these next ten minutes was going to change your entire friendship thus far.

“oh great, just what we needed. everyone get your earplugs ready.” nate teased, causing others to giggle.

everyone knew chris had no shame when it came to pda.

“okay so just go upstairs and pick a room, as long as it’s not mine. i don’t want you two messing up my bed.” nate half-joked, pointing upstairs.

“bet.” chris spoke, grabbing your hand and taking you up.

maybe he was just putting up a front to everyone else, to play along with the game.

but you knew him better than that, he never put up a front to anybody.

as soon as your hand pushed the handle of the door open, chris turned you around and immediately connected his lips to yours.

there was barely any time to react, once he had shut the door behind him, he was on you, pulling your hips into him, hands on the small of your back.

briefly, he pulled away to speak.

“i’ve wanted this for a while. but you knew that, didn’t you?”

you may have had a small feeling. it wasn’t always there, and it took you some time to figure it out, but the lingering stares–and touches that lasted a little longer than they should– gave it away.

“yes…” you replied hesitantly.

“all those times you were at the house, flirting with my brother, wearing those clothes. you know what you do to me, don’t you?” he brought his face closer to yours, noses practically touching.

“don’t you?” he repeated, hinting for you to answer.

“y-yes.” why were you so nervous? it was like you were unsure of your own responses, stuttering like a schoolgirl being reprimanded by a teacher.

“hey, you don’t need to be so shy. if you don’t want this, you let me know.” he stroked your cheek gently, but the hunger in his eyes was still ever present, looking down at your plump, wet lips.

you definitely wanted this, that much was true.

all you had to do was push through the drumming of your heart at the feeling of his warm hands on your body.

“i do want it… let me show you how much.” you kissed him with all the passion you could summon, licking into his mouth. chris pulled you up by your thighs, walking you to the bed at the other side of the room.

he sat you both down, not allowing you to break from the kiss you shared, growing sloppier by the second. you gyrated your hips into his lap when his hands moved down to grope your ass, guiding you over his clothed dick. you felt it beneath you, bigger than you anticipated, but it didn’t shock you.

“can you feel what you do to me now?” he broke away to catch his breath, a hand moving from your behind to snake up your shirt. he took a tit in his hand, squeezing the mound of flesh.

“is that an invitation?” you allowed your own hand to venture down into the small space between you, copying the pressure he had on your boob, and a sharp intake of breath left his mouth.

“your choice, baby. we only have ten minutes, you think you can finish what you’ve started?” his hips made a single thrust further into your palm.

“only one way to find out.” chris helped you shimmy his pants halfway down his legs, and you tucked his underwear underneath his balls.

watching his cock spring free from the confines of his boxers almost made your mouth water.

considering the fact there wasn’t a lot of time left, you didn’t want to waste any of it ogling at the perfection of his dick, the way it curved oh so slightly, the long thick vein protruding on its side. you didn’t have the time to think about how much you wanted to feel it in places so deep that you couldn’t walk straight for days.

from the moment you gripped the base of his impressive cock, adding pressure in the right places, making him pant with such a simple action, you knew this would not be the last time you were in such a position with chris.

you began slowly, stroking him lazily as you watched him intently. he looked at you with such desperation that it sent shivers down your spine.

when he brought his lips to your neck, sucking over the spot where his own brothers lips had been, that was when you picked up your pace.

chris moaned into your collarbone, biting lightly to attempt to muffle himself, with little success.

“shit, feels so good, y/n.” he mumbled into your skin. the satisfaction you received from his words only boosted your confidence. it was you who was making him squirm, you who was giving him pleasure. it was you who he’s wanted for so long.

god, if you’d had more time, you’d be on your knees for him, looking up at him while you took his whole dick in your mouth. the dampness of your panties made you well aware of how badly you wanted that.

“keep going, fuck, i’m already gonna cum.” he breathed out. chris couldn’t help but rut into your hand when your thumb grazed over his tip.

you were so lost in the moment you almost didn’t hear the knocking on the bedroom door. but you did, just barely.

you stopped what you were doing, hearing nate’s voice.

“times up, chris.” he teased, but he didn’t care.

“fuck off nate, five more minutes.” he replied, and then spoke to you, “don’t stop, baby. ignore him.”

and you continued, despite the wave of embarrassment that had seeped into your brain.

chris reconnected his lips to yours, his tongue practically fucking your mouth as he tried to prolong the moment between you. but try as he might, there was no way he could hold back any longer. he pulled away, his mouth hanging open as he came, his seed spurting out all over your hand.

you slowly milked him dry, stopping when he whined at the overstimulation.

“holy fuck, y/n.” he finally said.

“so i’m guessing that was good for you?” you giggled, taking your hand up to your mouth and licking off the cum dripping off your fingers.

“more than good. come over later? i wanna return the favour.” he smirked, willing himself not to get hard all over again at the sight of you tasting him, forcing himself not to scoop up his own cum and push a finger into your mouth.

“happy to. now what are we gonna say when we go back down there?” you asked, remembering that you were in fact, in nate’s house, where all of his friends were waiting for you downstairs.

“don’t bother, we could all hear you.” nate’s voice was heard from behind the door.

damn.

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a/n holy fucking shit this took so long for me to write like i just could not get into my writing groove AT ALL. i really hope this was worth the wait because christ on a bike this was such sloppy writing from me.

anyway, i have another chris idea imma write. but i hear you asking for more matt stories in my asks, so ill try put on my thinking cap for some matt stories. if you have any you want me to write, let me know!!

© APCYLPTC 2023. do not repost, translate, or duplicate any of my works here or any other websites.

[blimgus]

WHB SLEEPOVER SERIES -GEHENNA VER.

Hey guysss blimgus here

guys guys listen i've got an idea.

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Imagine spending your sweet time in Gehenna. Peaceful slow time in the capital passes with the occasional random explosions in the background. However, when the night comes it's time to head back to Satan's castle for a rest. But due to some devils fighting over your attention with each other, you decide that organizing a big sleepover would solve the problem!

By bribing Ppyong with some chocolate you get the necesarry stuff you needed from Minhyeok's room. You grab the definitly too big bag from the tiny Red Lump Devil and hand over his reward.You check the contents of it,while Ppyong stuffs a bunch of ferreros in his mouth.

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Satan

○ pretty chill about organising a sleepover, tells you that's a good way to boost morale

○ tbh i imagine he'll pick a classic white tank top and some heart boxer briefs xD

○ imagine having a casual romantic talk with him while cooking marshmallows over a burning toaster

○ he's totally up to play some games and have fun with you ( and his subordinates)

○ causes a massive pillow fight to unleash, anihilates most of the others(don't worry he'll go easy on you, but you will not escape your fate *yeets a pillow*)

○ however true chaos starts when you introduce him to Mario Kart

○ oh God I have the absolutely cursed idea. Like imagine playing Mario Kart with him as a foreplay later (gfhsjsbsb)

○when the time to sleep comes he'll flop down on the huge bed like some kind of a log

○ yeah you wake up to grab some water or go piss and have a Satan jumpscare bc either he sleeps with his eyes open (which totally glow in the dark believe me) or he just pretends to be asleep and we will never know the truth

Sitri

○ahhh Sitri my baby

○ like he's totally rocking the leopard print luxury pyjamas bc like that's so Sitri-coded

○he'll spend most of the with his tea on the sofa.The only person allowed to sit next to him is you, just so he can listen to your heartbeat a bit better ~♡

○ paint his nails, paint his nails

○ i totally see Sitri sitting with you in the kitchen, blind testing some awful convenience store tea and listening to him shit talking the diffrent brands while offering you to try some REAL tea (we all know how it may end)

○ when the places for everyone to sleep were decided, he got kinda fussy bc he was somehow expelled from the bed

○ baby got angy, but at least he gets to calmly listen to your heartbeat when you sleep...

Paimon

○ PAIMON PAIMON YAS QUEEN

○ No.1 sleepover fan

○ Literally teleported to you when he heard you say the word ,,sleepover "

○ Literally girls night , painting nails, eating snacks, doing each others hairrrr, playing dress-up

○ totally into watching Barbie movies, especially the Old ones, or some shitty romcoms

○ came up with the idea of organising a Just Dance tournament to decide who gets to sleep next to you,

○ offers you to help you clean off your make up before sleeping to get alone with you for a while

○ good night smooches from Paimon♡

Leraye

○ Golden retriever energyyyy

○ he would probably wear a kigurumi, or some cute long sleeved pyjamas with a teddy bear pattern

○ gets destroyed at Mario Kart oof

○ tbh I headcanon that the whole pillow fight started bc he accidentaly sniped Satan with a pillow from across the room.

○*insert boss battle music*

○ *insert the sounds of gunshots and screams*

○ all Hell breaking loose

○ also he gets really invested in the Barbie movie's story???

○at the end of the day, he goes to sleep with one of satan's decapitated plushie~

Belial

○Happily agrees to joining the party!...*insert jjyu cursing*

○ he comes wearing matching dark read top and bottom, ngl the colour matches his hair highlights nicely

○ also Jjyu is here with a tiny night cap

○Belial seems like that one person who comes to the party to share some banger music they found on Spootify

○ ya know some small talk with himm while the musics plays in the background

○ some time later puts Jjyu in time out bc he got a little out of control

○ in order to keep chatting with him without straining his voice, you decide to whisper to each others ears

○ so romantic

Zagan

○ Most of the time he just keep to himself. Don't worry he's enjoying himself, just not too good with talking.

○honestly i think he'll wear a black tank top and some totally normal pants. Idk he just seems like the neutral clothing type of guy to me.

○Tries to learn some Mario Kart. I mean he still ends on a higher place in the races than Leraye due to everyone """accidentaly""" targeting him.

○ Have you wondered who won the Just Dance tournament?

○Yeah, it was Zagan.

○ He absolutely destroyed Paimon and Sitri, much to their dismay.

○ Now he gets to sleep next to you!

○ Don't worry we keeping this situation "non-horni" so no naughty stuff or smth

○sooo he just lays there with you on his right side and on the left... there's a drooling and snoring Leraye.

Astaroth

○ honestly nobody expected him to actually show up

○but heyyy he and his snake are here!!

○ totally wears the darkest coloured robe and some classy black fluff slippers

○ kitchen talk with you, him and Sitri so real

○ low pitched chuckle coming from him when he sees you goofing around with others

○he loves hearing your laugh

○ agrees to tell you a bedtime story as long as you'll promise him to repay the favour later~

○ he spends the night on the armchair, his snake chilling on his shoulders, while he reads a book he brought to the party

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Paying my respects to people writing fanfics, bc it takes a lot of dedication to push out that many words and not go bonkers...

First time writing anything like that on this site, English grammar defeated me here.

Hope you like it!

-blimgus out