#desperate whining and praise the whole fuckin time

[transgender-catboy]

I am here to say something inappropriate in the tags.

and then go the fuck to bed.

[screampied]

FAKIN’ IT FOR YOU ?! ☆

gojo, sukuna, nanami, toji, choso. faking an orgasm n how they react

cw. fem! reader, unprotected, faking órgasms, praise, filthy dirty talk, orgasm denial, first time squirt (choso), öral (f! receiving), nipple play, impact play, manhandling, req by anon, mdni. total wc 3.7k

★ TOJI FUSHIGURO

“what the fuck was that?”

he wouldn’t even care he was balls deep—you can’t even try to fake an orgasm with toji because he’ll immediately know. toji knows every inch of your body—he studies it like one would study for an exam, every particular nerve, he knows how to hit it until you break. yet, the moment you decide to fake your release, all hell breaks loose. you’d be on all fours as he stops his churlish hits against you, a hand of his gathers a firm amount of your hair before he tightly yokes it back. sweetly, you play coy and moan, “what was what?”

“let’s not,” toji grumbles, and he’s annoyed. you can hear the extra grit linger underneath his tone as he speaks. ravened eyebrows of his curve into a frustrated furrow before he pulls out. it was so abrupt, you whine before he gives your ass a rude spank, darting his eyes away with an eye roll. “oh, please, girl. was that a fake moan too?”

“it wasn’t f-fake,” you protest, and you’re suddenly quiet from the way he rubs his fatten swollen tip against your soddened entrance. toji could read you like a book though—you weren’t bullshitting anyone. you was so close but instead, you decided to be a bit more of a brat, kind of desperate to see toji’s reaction.

all toji does is pull out. you whine, the friction titillating against every number of nerves hidden within your body before he spanks your ass again. “faking an orgasm for me, girl bye.” and as he speaks, you could hear his sheer vexation. toji brings your hips up to him, having your face laid down against the woolly mattress before he wraps a hand around his shaft. giving it a few pumps, he starts to slap his tip against your entrance. “got some balls, girl. i’ll give ya that.”

“w- why’d you pull out?” you whimper, making a cute attempt at grinding your rear against him. toji snickers, drubbing his plump cockhead against your slit, pushing it in—only to pull it right back out. the dewy squashes your pussy makes only rings against your ears further. all you feel is pure static, you’re panting, chest heaving, everything and above.

with a secure grip against a nice chunk of your hair, toji groans. “b- because i fuckin’ cannn,” he mocks your faltering stutter, a palm of his bedaubing against your folds before spanking it silly. “ooh,” he purrs, watching your thighs shimmy upon impact. you bite your lip, trying to rut yourself further against him and he only resumes to rub his rounded fat tip between your slit. desperately, you try to swallow him whole but before you could even attempt — toji pulls it back out, slapping his hefty cock onto your pussy again and again. “got some nerve faking an orgasm with me when y’er this soaked already.”

“f-fuck,” a mewl dies out your throat as you feel him continue to smear his rotund cockhead all over your most sensitive parts. with your back hunched over, pretty thighs parted, you let off a bratty giggle. huffing out a sweet sigh, you hum, “it’s just … you’re getting a bit old, toji. didn’t wanna be mean.”

toji’s left eye twitches. as he ghosts a few fingers against your cunt — he slowly inserts two thick fingers inside of your lewd opening before pulling his digits back out. “old, huh?” and he flips you over to look straight at him. sable hairs of his run down his brows before he slyly smiles. a gasp wretches out from your throat before he shoves both of your knees up to your chest, realigning himself. with a husky grunt, he snarls. “don’t play with me. old or not i’ll still break this bed, whore.”

“d- do it then.” you almost simper but he cups a hand over your face.

“tch, such a mouth on ya. ain’t nothin’ a few orgasms won’t fix,” and you moan once he starts to finally make his way inside of you. the girth of toji thickens and dilates throughout your walls and you feel his grip tighten against your knees. as the bed starts to creak in harmony again, he darkly cackles, hot breath aerating against your neck. “oh, and just a heads up baby. when i break this bed, ‘s coming out of your pocket to replace it. ‘ppreciate it.”

★ CHOSO KAMO

“h-huh,” he’d stammer in short briskly breaths. choso doesn’t realize you fake it until he actually realizes something wasn’t right. with him being propped up between your plush thighs, he gently gnaws against your chin, panting heavily. “baby, did you just fake your orgasm?”

you only give him a sheepish grin and choso pouts, he leans in to kiss your pout, soft sweet kisses gluing against your chin before he whines. “that… wasn’t nice,” and he buries his face into his neck. choso’s only teasing—but in the case that you do fake an orgasm with him, he’s more than determined to make you cum at least ten times harder. choso would have you laying flat on your back, gradually easing himself back into your sopping accepting walls before he whines. “oh f-fuck,” he’d gasp, feeling you immediately engulf around his length. he’s throbbing into you, various veins that run down his shaft pulse inside of you. your legs immensely snake around his waist before he starts to deeply drill into you.

choso’s pace is different this time — it’s much more frantic, he’s still whimpering praises into your ear as he’s plummeting his dick within your gummy clingy walls. “mhm, just like that baby. s-so good,” you’d mewl out, his hips continuing to drive into you at a full smacking speed. it’s addictive, the way his sharp hips rotate against you—you feel your tongue hang out before he leans in to suck on it.

you’ve always tasted so sweet, choso’s moans only grow louder as he starts to tap against that same spot buried inside of your cunt. he knows your moans are for real this time because of your body language—how you cling onto him tightly with your giddy arms and legs, biting down onto his right shoulder in pure pleasure. “fuck, fuck right there baby. that’s it, that spot, pleaseee.”

choso could have came alone from your melodic words of encouragement. you’re all stupefied with your eyes crossed, warm hot bodies clashing against each other in sync. he whimpers, feeling his thighs ache near the undersides before his hefty cock reaches yet another deep spot. your legs were steadfastly wrapped around his torso, making sure he’d never leave. “come on baby, give me one, please. gimme a real one,” and he licks a long stripe up your neck. “give it to me, make a mess on m-me so i can clean you right up.”

as you’re positioned in a sprawled way, choso’s hands roam towards your neglected bouncing tits. his head lowers down to suck against them as his hips go slow. a growing pool of heat resides near your lower abdomen as his delicious inches drill in and out of you. “f-fuck, ‘cho. ‘s coming, feel w-wet.”

“let go on me, please,” he purrs, his tongue licking against your sensitive nipples. after a while, he csnt help but start to suck against your precious mounds, moaning as you cup his face to look at you. choso grinds against you, verbosely slowing himself down before you let off a real shriek. as the coarse smacks against each body pitched louder and loduer, you feel yourself zealously jolt forward before you feel a sudden sensation gush out of you. the velocity of it all was soaking — you’re panting, chest heaving as you try to recollect breaths before you feel yourself spouting out more onto your boyfriend. choso pauses, his pink dampened lips quavering as he leans in to give you a sloppy kiss on your mouth. “baby,” his eyelids lowers, and he’s puffing for air right with you. a hand of his trails down between your thighs, lifting up your legs before he moans. “did you just squirt on me…?”

feeling a drenching pool of saliva coat into your mouth, you whine out a timid, “y- yes.”

giving you a hungry gaze, his dick twitches inside of you before he pulls out to watch the remnants of your own slick spill out. “o- oh wow,” he gawks at the filthy scenery right before his eyes. in a gruff voice, choso bites his lip, leaning down to press a final delicate kiss against your pussy. “mwah,” his warm lips ghost against your now drenched folds. he can’t help but lick against it, savoring your sweetened taste before he looks up at you with a pleading look in his eyes. “do.. do you think you can squirt for me one more time? pretty please. need you s-so bad.”

★ SUKUNA RYŌMEN

the audacity was beyond him—he knows right away, sukuna was no foolish curse.

if it was anything he knew by heart, it was your body. whenever you’re about to orgasm, he likes to stare dead into your eyes whilst he’s giving you his all. slow yet deadly strokes, he likes draining the pleasure out of you with the thick inches of his cock. oh, how his favorite part was to just hear your babbling little voice sob out his name over and over like a looping vinyl on a record player. your adorable cacophonies of “right there, right there,” and “gonna cum, ‘kuna,” and many more, many of which they all never fail to reverb across the padded walls of his sacred chambers.

although, he can easily tell from how it’s real or fake. sukuna gets up close—hearing the sounds of your heavy breaths as your legs wrap around his waist. as you’re taking in every part of his bare long length, your arms sling around him. you’re a mess underneath him, jostling against his beefy built body. the demon’s pure smoldering heat colliding against yours only makes you throb at a much quicker pace. his scent, you bury your face into the crook of his neck. “i-i’m close, ‘kuna.” you’d mewl out in a desperate cry, hearing his low animalistic growls all close up against the outer shell of your ear.

he knows,

you didn’t even have to remind him, he knows your body. it was his priceless treasure. sukuna groans as you claw your fingernails into the deep depths of his back. his thickened base resumes to jackhammer into your tight sticky walls furthermore until you croak. he’s just so big, you jaw was dangling open all stupid like before it finally comes— that familiar squeal he’s grown to love. his favorite part.

as your cunt sloshes against the repetitive thwacks against it, you whine out your finish—yet he notices something quite peculiar about your concluding climax. as you lean your back, doe eyes staring into the ceiling, his pointed ears twitch at the way you elongated that single orgasmic syllable. “think you’re so funny,” he says as he waits for your seven second orgasm to come to a closing halt. crimson red eyes makes your tummy churn as you meet his stern gaze and he grips your chin. “little girl, you’re playin’ a dangerous game.”

“w- what?” you coyly mutter, an almost smile pulls against each side of your lips before he glares at you.

sukuna pulls out and you gasp, your ankle brushing against the back of his torso and he squeezes your lips together. “brat,” he snarls, his tone all rough and husky. a free hand of sukuna’s sneaks down between your pried open legs to feel against your pussy. a real moan snatches out from your throat as he rubs sloppy circles against it, only to smack it again, and again, and again. your eyes start to roll as he continues to pace. you’re so soaked that it starts to coat his hand. “look at you. can’t get off to dick but you came just from a few pussy smacks? tch.”

“m-more, ‘kuna. don’t stop pleaseee.” you pant, feeling your tummy cave in as you’re directly underneath him. his weight hovers above you as he still grips your cheeks together, giving you a hot, steamy kiss. sukuna’s forked tongue glides against yours and you whimper in his mouth before he lightly pushes you off. you ‘oof’ back onto the fat padded mattress with a pout as he gets up. with a saddened frown, you sit up to whine. “where— where are you going?”

sukuna fixes his kimono before giving you an annoyed glower. “don’t worry about that. worry about how you’re gonna make that pathetic pussy finish since i apparently can’t make you cum,” and he snickers at your little grumbles before he walks out. “change the sheets when you’re done. fuckin’ wet girl.”

★ NANAMI KENTO

“…oh,” a deep voice groans from behind you. nanami’s voice was low, his simple oh sounded offended more than anything. most of the time he doesn’t really have you on all fours, doggystyle. but today, you were being a bit of a brat. nanami doesn’t mind your little antics, but if it’s to a point where he has to remind you of your place, he will. nanami’s thick cock was plunging in and out of you before he abruptly stops, slowing down once you ‘release.’

your moan sounded a bit too dramatic than usual, you gulp as he lightly grips onto the back of your shirt.

“oh….what?” you’d moan out, and you glance at the mirror that’s propped up in front of the both of you. there—you see nanami with a look of what seems to be mere irritation. nevertheless though, it’s hot. the way his gentle fawn irises burn into you, perfectly arched brows of his lower and a scowl forms onto his lips. he was still fully clothed, just his slacks from work hanging low. out of nowhere, he gives your ass a mean spank.

nanami sighs, feeling his dick that was stuffed inside of you twitch from the inside. “let’s not ask silly questions, my love. you faked that one, didn’t you?” and despite how sweet and alluring his delivery was—you heard a faint rasp in his voice, the baritone as he speaks makes you even more wetter than you already were.

you pout, not fond of how he stopped fucking you, you wanted more—you couldn’t help but be greedy for more of him.

“i didn’t,” you lie through your teeth, arching forward in a cute teasing attempt for him to finish drilling into you. nanami doesn’t follow through though, instead—he gathers a strong yet gentle grip of your hair. as his veins coarse through him, his hefty arms bulge as he pulls you forward to stare at your pathetic needy reflection. “f-finish fucking me, ‘ken. why’d you s-stop?”

“why should i continue, sweetheart? tell me that,” and his words were nothing more but a soft purr. his interest was suddenly piqued—you’ve never faked one of your orgasms before, at least not with him. as you lie on your chest, he takes a peek at your ass before letting off another low sigh. nanami gets directly up close to you before he delicately tightens the grip around your hair a tad bit. “ah, don’t be shy now. tell me what ‘m not doing right to make this pussy feel good. i know you faked it, my love.”

your breath hitches as nanami presses his weight against you—his throbbing cock buries itself between your entrance but he’s not even in fully.

he’s just … idle, his shaft remains near you and you whine from the feeling of him not moving.

“i was just p-playing,” you whine, feeling your perky nipples rub against the satiny-made sheets. whilst you smear your glossy lips together, you grind your hips against your husband. “just wanted attention, ‘ken.”

“my wife,” he whispers, planting a hot kiss near the nape of your neck. his touch alone could make you finish. it was that easy, nanami’s fingers skim against your waist before he sucks gently against your collarbone. “there’s other ways to get my attention, you know that,” and his voice softens by a mile. he’s always gentle with you, his throbbing cock all swollen and built up of so much volumes of seed that he was preparing to give to you. “ugh, having you bent over like this ‘s drivin’ me crazy,” he abruptly admits, feeling you wriggle your ass against his cock that was stuffed between the very temples of your ass. “but,” he swallows, sneaking another kiss, this time against your earlobe. “if i give you another orgasm, ‘s it gonna be real this time?”

“y- yes, promise,” you moan, desperate for him to go back inside. nanami’s hands grab onto your hips now as he pulls them up, relishing in your little arch you’ve got going on for only his eyes to see. you’re gorgeous, he huffs out a few breaths as you take your time to whine out your little words of desire. “won’t fake it anymore, jus’ finish fucking me, please.”

nanami groans—his fingers wrapping around his fat length, giving it a few mere pumps before he prods it against your hungry swallowing slit. “atta girl. keep that arch f’me, yeah,” he sucks his teeth, raising his chin up to where his jawline makes an appearance. “now,” he whispers, deepening his voice as he spreads your legs, making your right cheek sink into the cottony pillow. “let’s try this again. let’s see if i can get a little squirt out of you, sweetheart.”

★ SATORU GOJO

once he finds out you faked your orgasm, it significantly bruises his ego—he tries to play it off with a sheepish cackle cutting out of his throat. “heh, i can fake an orgasm better than that, y’know.” he’d mutter, yet you could hear the little tremor in gojo’s tone. he was quite literally pounding into you before he makes you lie down flat against his chest. he makes you spread your legs for him, exposing your dripping pussy before he pinches your clit. you moan, feeling gojo’s bulge brush off against your ass. “kinda hurt my feelings, hmph.”

“i didn’t f-fake it—” you try to lie. with his fingers rummaging near the inside of your cunt, it had you biting back your words in regret. you lean back against his chest, legs all spread and you start to squirm before he hums against your ear.

“squirmy today aren’t we?” gojo jeers with an impish smile. he titters at the way your legs judder all because of the indecourous stimulation. each tantalizing twitch makes him wanna rub his fingers against your clit even quicker. “if you don’t wanna gimme an orgasm, i’ll just have to do it myself, angel.”

you clench onto his thigh, allowing pleasure to overtake you before his fingertips skid against that familiar spot. now— your moans were very much real, gojo’s fingers was so lengthy that he could reach you in areas his own dick probably couldn’t locate. as your eyelids feel heavy, they shut before another whine leaves your mouth. he still keeps up his pace, maneuvering all kinds of circles over your pussy in a rotation manner before your thighs start to shudder in ecstasy.

“satoru, satoruuuu,” a heavenly sounded whimper dies out your throat. you only then roughly gnaw down on your lip, a cute try at trying to suppress your little moans. “don’t think i can c-cum anymore, ‘s good fuckk.”

he chuckles, kissing the top of your head. “yes you can, i know you can baby,” he whispers, and that’s when he moves again, moving himself between your legs this time. gojo brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, slithery strings of saliva peeling from your folds and it’s so sloppy. immediately, his lips get all moist and muggy with your honeyed slit. he creates a bowling ball grip with two lengthy fingers, shoving the two of them in and out before he blows parching hot air against your cunt. “gotta get my baby a little wetter.” he whispers, watching you pulse from the inside. within seconds, you happily coat your boyfriend's fingers with your dingy sheet arousal before he slowly vigorously continues to knead various circles and shapes against your swollen nub. you were throbbing laboriously, pulse after pulse as you panting repeats itself as if you’re running a marathon.

gojo lolls out his long wet tongue against your pretty pussy, savoring your candied taste as he feels you roughly joggle against his mouth. hot puffs of pants fans against your folds as he chuckles, and he then starts to spank your pussy raw. one spank turns into two, then three, then four . .

you didn’t want him to stop anytime soon—his guzzling greedy sucks against your clit only makes you spasm out even faster. by now, you don’t even remember why you faked your orgasm because the real one was finally about to present itself. it’s coming to you like a tsunami wave, you can’t predict it but it’s preparing to crash into you all at once. the build up has you almost drooling before you grip onto his his meaty thigh.

“s-satoru— something’s hnghhh coming. oh my goddd,” and you’re trapped in a haze, yet gojo doesn’t stop there. he’s so offended that he doesn’t just make you cream on his fingers. he makes you squirt on them too, gushing out so much the that sheets are now all soaked thanks to you. whilst your tummy heaves, your legs feel all numb and not before long, he makes you squirt again. your jaw cutely sways itself open as you lie back on the mattress, feeling the few spurts trickle out of you slowly. “f-fuck,” you whine, and your voice is all strained and tiny.

gojo hums before he starts making out with your pussy. his eyes close as if he’s actually kissing you, each smooch sounds more sloppy by the second before he pulls out his fingers, sitting up to slide them into your mouth. “taste yourself baby. now thaaaat’s how you orgasm,” and as you take his digits into your mouth with droopy eyes, your tongue swirls all around his fingertips. as you moan amply from your own taste, he wrenches out his fingers before sneaking a two second kiss on your lips. “awww, don’t tap out on me now. you can give ‘toru one more, right?”

[rubiehart]

cockwarming bestfriend jayj would just be so ughhhhhhhhhh. you’re both a little past the point of tipsy, having slipped away together from the kegger back to the chateau, legs tangled together in the hammock as you watch jj slowly inhale the joint he still managed to roll pretty well even in his intoxicated state. his eyes flutter closed as he sucks in the smoke and reaches over to place it between your fingers as he blows it out, too focused on the way the smoke clouds his face and then disappears, blue eyes trained on your figure, raking up your bare legs and ending on your face.

you blink away the thought and bring the joint to your lips and inhale deeply, looking into his eyes as your hold the smoke in your mouth, not too sure what this eye contact meant from his end but you knew exactly why you were doing it, the reason evident as you feel your cotton panties dampen a little, choosing to ignore it as he reaches his arms up behind his head and groans, stretching his legs out and his foot nudges your leg to get your attention.

you rip your eyes away from his for a second, your high clearly taking over your actions, grinning at jj as he knits his brows together, a little smirk laying on his rubied lips, tonguing the little cut on his bottom lip as he watches your frame. you pass him the joint and he takes another long hit, coughing a little when you start crawling up his body, situating yourself on his lap. he reaches one hand to hold your waist as his eyes widen. “oh- hey, watch’a doin?” you just smile and giggle as you reach down to capture his lips in a kiss.

he groans into your mouth and releases the smoke he’d been holding. you start to slowly grind on him, little whines of pleasure leaving your lips as he winds his tongue with yours, kissing you back as desperately as you. pulling away for a second and using his thumb to wipe away a string of saliva from your lip while you look at him all big eyed. “jayj..” you whisper before he nods, as you fumble with the buttons of his cargo shorts, pushing them down his thighs until his boxers are exposed, flicking your eyes up to see his dilated pupils and parted lips, the joint still between his ring-clad fingers.

he brings it to your lips as you pull down his boxers, his rock hard cock standing up, his mushroom tip leaking precum. he groans, eyes widening when he sees you unbutton your tiny denim shorts you’d been teasing him with all night, slipping them down your legs to reveal your little cotton panties, biting your lip and looking up at him whilst slipping them to the side, the weed seemed to give you some new found confidence, and maybe the way jj was looking at you “jesus fuckin’ christ..” he mumbles at the sight of your glistening cunt in the moonlight, prepping your hands on his chest, lifting yourself up.

“hey, hey, hey. a-are you sure?” he asks, panicked at your sudden confidence as you nod eagerly. “are you?” you giggle, still hovering over his cock. “fuck yeah.” he grins as you finally sink down, hissing at the stretch, his eyes transfixed on your face the whole time, your tiny pussy stretching around his dick making him groan, your face comforting and whining when he’s about halfway in, him grasping both hands to your hips after putting the blunt out on the bark and dropping it to the dirt. “shhh.. you got it, yeah?” you nod slowly, teeth sinking into your lip as your resist the pain, stroking your hip with his thumb softly. “good, goooood girl. there ya’ go.” the praise sliding off his tongue so casually making you clench around him. finally getting to the hilt and he lets out a huff.

“feel so fuckin’ good..” he whimpers, as you roll your hips a little to get used to the feeling making him let out a pornographic groan. “you’re so big..” you whisper, leaning down to rest your head in the crook of his neck, feeling the stubble on his chin against your forehead as he breathes deeply. “keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuckin’ bust.” he whispers into your hair making you giggle a little, leaving a little love bite on his neck and he reaches down to cup your ass, kneeding the fat of it in his palms as you roll your hips gently, making him suck in a breath. “fuck..you’re gonna kill me baby.”

[audisive]

♪ SAD GIRL. pretty when you cry alternative

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: another bad day calls for another solution. simon knows best, after all.

tags: smut, mentions of crying, comfort, self-indulgent, dumbification ??, dirty talk, a sprinkle of breeding, unedited filth

      You're not entirely sure how you got here.

You know why; you'd been stressing your precious head off for the whole week. These past few days seem to be worse than the past ones that had you crying your eyes out in Simon's arms. University has taken its toll on you, and your work is anything but helpful. You don't even have time to cry now! At some point, you barely even had time to spend with your beloved boyfriend, so he took matters into his own capable hands.

Still, you don't know how. You try to remember, but it's hard to think when Simon's even harder dick is stretching out your – in his words – pretty little cunt once more. It's no use trying to work your brain, he claims, not when your shoulders are slumped, your head is leaning on him, and he's rubbing his thick cock against the walls of your pussy just right.

Really, you tried to deal with your stress in a more appropriate way, but you knew it was futile. You admitted defeat when you felt his hands slip from your waist to your hips, when his lips found your neck, when his cold fingers played with your clit and when he'd eased you down on his cock with praises and whispers.

It's just not your fault that he knows the right buttons to push, and he seems to love turning your brain off. What's going on in that brain 'f yours, lovie? C'mon, 'nough of that. Leave it all t'me. If he had it his way, he'd have you drop out of that awful university you always complain about. Please let him provide for you.

"Y'don' even have t' do anything, baby," he grunts in your ear lowly, hot breath hitting your skin. So you don't. You pant against him like a pathetic thing, but you're so far gone in the pleasure that you just can't bring yourself to be a little shy about your state of mind, or rather, the lack of it.

"Such a good fuckin'–" he moans out loud when you clench around him a little too hard without warning, "girl. That's m'girl, tha's it."

You moan his name back, the only thing you can think of. Whining when his thrusts become rougher and harder, he coos, "I know, I know. Almost there, baby, I got'cha."

His pants aren't even all the way down. Shameless bastard! He opted to slide them down his muscular thighs to let the noticeable bulge slip out of its enclosure. His hands have long since shoved themselves under your clothes, not bothering to take them off either. It makes you feel icky, desperate, and utterly pathetic, but the way his cold skin freezes the surface of your bare hips while he moves you up and down on his leaky cock is enough to take your mind off of it.

You're a bit too loud for your own liking, and Simon's dirty talk isn't helping. He laces the lewd sounds of your bedroom with his own groans and grunts that your neighbors are sure to hear and complain about. And when he finds that spot of yours, he pounds you into the mattress like your lives depend on it. You'll just have to ignore the weird looks and glares they give you when you step out of your house.

Oh, but what can you do? You're at his mercy; all you can bring yourself to do is whine and moan for him, but don't worry, he'll take it as a reward for taking such good care of his pretty baby. He's hell-bent on finding ways to comfort you. If he can't fix you with sweet pecks and warm cuddles, he'll fix you up real good with sloppy kisses and his leaky cock. :3 

You'll be a good girl and not complain when he cums in you, right?

    divider by @cafekitsune !

[luvh4nji]

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 + 𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆

warning: afab!reader, mark's refers to reader as a "girl", size kink in jisung's, renjun and chenle are a little mean, haechan starts talking to the puss

mark ; he's impatient. at first, he loves it. he loves the intimacy of having his sweet girl sat all pretty on his lap, keeping him all nice 'n warm, but then he becomes hyper-aware of warm 'n wet 'n tight you are around him, how you're squeezing his cock every time you shift in his lap, and he just can't help himself.

"'m sorry, baby." he's panting against the skin of your neck, fingers pressing small bruises into the skin of your hips as he bounces you on his lap. "fuck — you feel so fuckin' good, sweetheart — shit — i couldn't wait any longer." and he's fucking you so good, hips rolling forward and sinking into your warm cunt, the head of his cock nudging against that soft, gooey spot, you can't really bring yourself to care. and when he cums, he holds you close, arms wrapping around your back, whispering apologies and praises.

renjun ; he likes to make you beg for him. he loves having you all flustered and desperate in his lap, pawing at his chest, pressing messy kisses to his neck and jaw, whining 'n begging for him to give you anything. and he'd be so condescending, giving you a small smile and shaking his head, tapping your ass as a warning to stop moving around.

"be good for me, honey, i know you can be. jus' be still for me a little longer while i finish this up, alright?" and he'd have to bite down a mean laugh when you sniffle, but nod, telling him that you'll be good in a small, defeated voice.

jeno ; he simply cannot do it. in fact, he might hate it. he makes it all of five minutes, before he's pounding into your sweet cunny, grunting and groaning, his eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of your cunt pressing around his aching cock. he really does try, but you just feel so good, all warm 'n wet around him, practically begging him to fuck his hips up into you.

"god, y'feel so fucking good." he'd groan, his head dropping into the crook of your neck, teeth scraping against the skin and leaving angry red marks in their wake. "always so ready for me, always so wet and fuckin' ready for me, isn't that right, sweetheart?" he'd ramble, bringing a hand down to rub fervently at your clit. and he loves the way you whine and writhe against him, laughing breathlessly as he places sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck. "gonna make you cum so good, honey, gonna make you never wanna do that again."

donghyuck ; he likes to tease. he likes to have you sitting all pretty on his lap, leaning against him, he thinks it's so cute that you want to be around him so much, that you want to be close to him. but he thinks you're even cuter when you're begging for him. he's the type to have his fingers trace around your skin, working lower and lower until he's rubbing little circles into the bud at the apex of your thighs, asking what's wrong when you start whining and asking him why he's being mean <3

"mean? how am i being mean, angel? i don't think she thinks i'm being mean, huh?" he'd ask, tapping your clit with the rough pads of his fingers. "i think she likes me a whole lot." and he'd just laugh when you reach around to hit his chest lightly. "c'mon, baby, i'm just trying to make you feel good. don't you wanna feel good?" he'd ask, pressing little kisses just under your ear, breath hot and heavy, knowing you can't say no to him.

jaemin ; he loves it so much. he loves the intimacy of having you sitting pretty on his lap, being as close as possible to each other, especially after a long day of being away from you. it's all so casual for him. he'd come home, find you in bed and lay down next to you, pulling his sweats and boxers down just enough for you to sit on his cock, before pulling you on top of him, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. his big hands on your back, his head resting on your neck, his breathing deep and even, it just feels so safe and warm.

"you getting tired, lovey?" he'd ask, his fingertips tracing shapeless patterns on your back. and he thinks you're so cute when you nod, hair mussing up against the fabric of his shirt. "it's alright, angel, i've got you. you can go to bed, 'm not going anywhere."

chenle ; he's so mean </3 he's the type to make you sit on his lap, making you keep still for him while he plays video games with his friends. and when you complain, he just laughs at you and tells you to be good for him while he finishes this round, promising that he'll make you feel good. and he's definitely the type to make you cum after every round, harsh and angry when he loses, sweet and gentle when he wins.

"c'mon, honey, you know you're my good luck charm." he coos, raising a hand to pat your head condescending. and he just laughs when you whine for him, sniffling against the fabric of his shirt, overstimulation making you twitch and ache in his lap, wetness dripping onto his thighs. "aw, don't cry, angel. i'll take care of you after this round."

jisung ; besides the fact that he likes it for cuddling reasons, enjoying the closeness more than anything else, he also uses it as a way to help you get used to his size. he thinks you're so cute when you sit on his lap, trying your hardest to take all of him, whimpering 'n whining into his neck, hands fisting in his shirt, telling him how big he is and how you can't take it.

"you can take it, honey, i know you can." he'd coo, letting you hold onto his hand, lacing your fingers together and squeezing gently, comfortingly. "you've taken it before, angel, jus' gotta relax for me, alright? i've got you, honey, i won't let you get hurt."

[mcondance]

note: office sex, fnaf takes place in the 2000s so william’s gf is a Black juicy tracksuit hyperfem girly!, cervix kissing, praise (it’s me what do you expect), reader has braids, that’s it i believe

something along the lines of being bent over wiiliam’s desk in his office, thrown over mountains of paper spread over his desk while the words almost swim across the pages.

tracksuit pooled around your ankles, the red fabric pulled down hastily to let you and william get to the business that he finds much more important than counseling people on what jobs to get, it’s a show of desperation with how he fucks into you.

your shirt and jacket are splayed by the chair near the door, he’d pulled them off a couple minutes after you entered the room, after the candy scent that always follows you filled his nose as he hangs onto your every little word, his blue eyes dilating like a fuckin pavlovian dog, his whole body pumping blood to his cock at your smell, at the sight of the sparkling glitter that hangs onto your entire being.

your hands grip tight at the old wood, colorful acrylics sliding, trying and failing to find a tether as steve sends your body pressing into his desk. his hips are strong and rough as they slap wildly against the soft curve of your ass, big hands draped over your waist and digging just a little too hard into your dewy skin, a soft sheen casted over you, your back shimmery with sweat and sparkles.

stretched is how you feel, filled an even better word for the way he makes a home for himself inside you, fucks you so good you drool onto the desk beneath you, a disgusting pool of slick spit that you know he’ll see as a trophy after you’ve both had your fills.

a soft chuckle meets your ears, a rough hand slides up your thigh and it has you shivering, clenching down on his cock as he huffs out a groan, his eyes transfixed by how your body rocks forward and your ass ripples with each of his firm thrusts.

with every forward push of his hips the desk creaks, his hips against your ass sounds out, perverse pats and slaps filling the white-lit room. even in the poor lighting you look so pretty bent over like this, braids tossed to the side so they don’t get “messed up”, as he says, his infatuation with everything you do clear as day.

“pretty, pretty girl” he purrs, pushing in as deep as he can go now and you let you a pretty little cry, his girth stretching you out, thick tip pressing softly against your cervix. he stays there, humming appreciatively at your sounds and how you push back against him, grinding his pulsating length against that electric spot inside you.

“feels so good, so go- ah” you cut yourself off with a gasped squeak as he grinds himself just right and pushes forward. your head rolls forward, face down, and you’re pushed onto the desk again, glowy hands flexing as you tense up, teary eyes snapping shut. again he pushes, a little harder this time, and his name tag falls off the desk and clatters to the floor, the noise barely heard by either of you for being lost in the haze of pleasure.

“what, baby? finish your sentence.” he muses with a sensual lilt, delivering slow grinds. he wants to hear your slurred voice, wants to hear your heavy tongue try and fail to convey how you feel. but still, he asks, though he knows you’re too filled to even think.

he receives no response, just a hoarse groan, and his eyes find your hands; he almost coos at the way they’ve stopped grasping at his desk. you can’t even try to calm yourself down. he’s taken that from you.

shaking, you push your ass back weakly against him. he gladly follows your movements with admiration at how good you look fucking yourself on him.

“pussy fuckin’ me so good,” he groans, pulling back and pushing forward, feeding off your nasty, unbridled moans until he’s back at the pace he was before. the lewd sounds of sex fill the room again, your whined response to his groan mixing with skin against skin and the wet squelch of your cunt pervading out through the air.

your hand flies to his soft stomach, nails scraping his pillowy skin. he catches your wrist, intertwining his fingers with yours in a gesture that would be romantic if you weren’t being fucked nasty over his desk.

he doesn’t have to talk much and neither do you, you’re more than happy to just listen to the sounds that escape you both as you meet in the middle again and again and again.

[elliesstrapon]

Filthy Pleasures

"This t'much? Take me like a good girl."

♡ Summary: In which Ellie fucked you so hard, you couldn't coherently muster up a proper thought, or remember your name, and your voice going silent at the near 'hundred times you screamed her name.

♡ Warnings: sub r, dom Ellie, fingering, over stimulation, hickeys, swearing, body worship, use of petnames; Princess, good girl, baby, babe, etc. Not proofread, dirty talk

♡ Pairings: Ellie Williams x Reader

♡ a/n: Just a small break from False Accusations, not even 5 parts in and I'm exhausted, I needed some excitement, that last part was not it, anyways Enjoy!!!

"Fuck"

Her heavy and desperate footsteps dragging across the wooden floor boards, every shuffle louder than the last that you'd heard just before she knocked on the door.

Every night she did this, needily knocking on your door, yearning to relieve herself with your warm bodily fluids dripping down her slender fingers.

You lazily untangled yourself from the mixed up sheets, shivering at the cold atmosphere. You tip-toad to the door, the floor creaking like an alarm, in which you hoped the people sleeping just under you wouldn't hear.

The palace was old, every door and tile sounded at the mere touch of a toe, finger, breath, you had to pause whenever you heard a slight movement from the floor below.

You opened the door to Ellie, her eyes pleading for your body, your curves and moles gifted to you, woven at the finger tips of a goddess, your plush skin a land of wonders and bliss to the auburnette haired woman.

She was such a massive slut for you.

Your cunt throbbing at her nasty, smutty remarks. "'m needed m'good girl~ so horny" she slurred, moving her arm to open the door further, holding it just above your head, a dark tainted lustful look in her eyes, eyeing your already pointed buds. She bit her bottom lip, the sight of your body already sending her over the edge. Her hands reached for your hips in desperation, closing the door behind her as she forced you onto the mattress, the erotic sounds of your heaves filling the room, muffling between your obscene wet kisses. Her nails dug into your plush hips, your stretch marks being left with half moons in them, her tongue exploring every inch of your hot mouth like a new discovery, swallowing you whole. "Mmh~" you whined, your legs quivering into the sheets that shifted about under your supple skin. "Ellie..." Her kisses trailed down your neck in perfect ecstasy, every last one rougher than the last, you shuddering against her touch. You massaged the nape of her neck, her groans vibrating into your shoulder blades when you thrusted your hips up at her, your back arching in pain and anticipation, "steady'" her voice was low, ordering you as she devilishly pinned her knee between your legs, kneeing your clit teasingly, "shit— Ellie.. God~" you cried, your panties damp in your own produced liquids.

Your mind was hazey, her hands roaming your body, lifting your night gown. The fabric tickling your skin, leaving it naked, her tongue flicking at your nipples eagerly, sucking on them like a pacifier, devouring every inch of them, "fuck—"

"Y'like that, don't you' yeah.." she said, a chuckle slipping past her lips, cooing at your squinting eyes, your eye lashes fluttering and your mouth hanging wide, the feeling washing over you so dangerously. "That's m'pretty girl, so fuckin' wet for me, 'could destroy you right'now" she sucked on the sensitive perimeter around your buds, nibbling and biting at your boobs, chanting her name like an oh-so holy church song.

Her knee ruined you completely as she continued to blemish your skin in hickeys, a few shaped like butterflies, in comparison to the ones in the pit of your stomach, picking up and fleeing while your cunt tingled endlessly.

You were unstable, her hands cupping your ass cheeks, groping them to her content, whispering dirty praises into your ear, "y'feel so good baby' your bodys all mine.. mine.." Her voice was low, grinning against your neck, evilly. A philosophy written so effortlessly when she drew blood from your shoulder, flipping you over onto her thigh, holding your waist strongly in place, like a statue, never wanting you to leave her grip. "Like a fuckin' goddess.." she trailed off, her gaze grazing over your body, her look so thirsty for you. Her rings made you shiver, they clashed so coldly over your skin, feeling so vulnerable. You shook your head, disagreeing with her statement. "Say your a goddess" she darted, her nails seeping into your sides, demanding you. A Shakey moan slipping past your lips when she moved your hips, the friction against your pussy making it cry for more attention. "I want y'ta say it" she professed again, guiding your hips, you riding her thigh, your mind forgetting your own goddamn name and your vision clouding in unease, low and short whimpers leaving your mouth, defenselessly crying out her name as she forcefully pushed you to say it, your hands gripping her hair for dear life, "i—mm, I'm a goddess.." you groaned, rocking your hips on her, the sound of your liquids squelching on her naked lower body, "yeah, ur'mine, such a good girl fer'listening t'me" she said, she let go of your waist, watching you play with yourself on your own, her own request while you blissfully rode her, your panting filling the room, like some pornography video, the sound like music to her ears as you begged for an end on her, your climax nearing pitifully. "Please..." You cried, your legs shaking, the knot in your stomach unraveling so fast you almost couldn't see it coming, tears forming at the corner of your eyes. "C'mon you can do it, fer'me" she shushed you, rubbing your back, you painfully riding her through your climax, your cum dripping down her thigh into her own boxers, wet with not just yours but her own orgasm aswell.

You hopelessly fell against her barley managing to register the look on her face before she flipped you back on your back, watching you like a movie star, her words garbled into the delicacy of the warm skin on your neck "'m losing m'mind over you," she professed, her short nails digging into your thighs, spreading them open, your painful resistance failing as she smirked at you. "Fuck, Ellie, Please—" she slipped your panties off, so wet you wouldn't have been able to put them back on after this whole propaganda, she kissed the inside of your thighs, leaving a path of marks up until your throbbing, hurting cunt,

You were almost passed out by now, every inch of you trembling and flinching at her ringed fingers, teasing your entrance so fucking much you cried out her name so needy for her inside you, her pussy throbbing at the sound of her name foaming out your mouth repeatedly,

Your body was motionless, unable to even arch your back when she thrusted her fingers in you, the dirty sounds of your skin slapping corroding the air with the shaking bed, the walls creaking and your breaths heavy. You weakly tried to push her hand away, your legs bleakly trying to close, your bodily functions shutting down when she rasped out, her voice hoarse "don't resist" you palmed the sheets, pursing your lips fearful that your screams would awaken the entirety of the palace. "This t'much? Take me like a good girl." She whispered into your ear, curling her fingers up against your tight walls, "Ellie~" you whined. "So... Mm—" you failed to put words together, your brains and organs scrambled, she continuesly praised you, your body, your responses barley the ending of her name "Els—"

Your second orgasm falling through, the sticky substance staining her long fingers as she only thrusted harder, and faster, "fuu...!!" Your voice falling silent, only picking up paste, your cries and silent pleads straining her ears, "shh, it's okay babe" she assured, brushing through your hair, the beads of sweat rolling down every inch of your body, your cum still falling from your cunt.

"that's m'girl" she smiled, kissing your forehead, every part of your face, passionately.

Dividers not mine!!

[kentofic]

a lil self-indulgent smutty gojo x reader drabble 💗

18+ minors dni 💖 cw: fem reader, oral, overstim, creampie, pet names, gojo loves to run his filthy mouth

Imagine coming home to Gojo Satoru after working all day at a bakery—a sweet treat for him in hand. He welcomes you back with a huge goofy grin and peppers your face with kisses as you laugh. You try to press the pastry into his hands, but despite the hungry look in his eye, he tosses it to the side. He’s craving something better.

He pulls you close to him, burying his face into your hair, smelling the sugary sweetness that still clings to you at the end of the day. And he tells you in that low, needy whine of his that he’ll eat later. Right now, all he wants is the taste of you, straight from the source. Maybe you hem and haw about being on your feet all day, how you should shower first—but he begs you not to make him wait.

“C’mon, just let me have a little taste, baby. Y’worked so hard today, lemme help you relax, yeah?”

So you let him of course, because when have you ever been able to deny him anything. You lay back on the bed and let him pull off your clothes before settling himself between your legs. He grins up at you from between your thighs as he flattens his tongue against you, wet and hot as he slides it through your folds. He laughs, his eyes gleaming with delight when you let out a weak, whimpering sound. Then he begins his work in earnest.

He eats you out like he’s starving, like you’re truly delicious, like he wants to devour you whole. He loses himself in it, tasting you for his own pleasure as much as yours, his hips rutting his hard-on against the bed. And when you finally come in his mouth, he moans and praises you as he swallows you down.

Part of him wants to give you time to recover, but he really can’t hold back for another second with his cock so hard and leaking in his pants. He begs you to let him put it in your sloppy little cunt.

“Please baby, lemme feel you. So wet and tight just f’ me. I know you want this cock t’ fill you up. Say you want it, baby.”

And even though you’re still sensitive and trembling, you say it, because you love the way he fills you. You both groan as he pushes in, inch by inch, until he bottoms out inside you—the stretch of him warm and delicious. Then he throws your leg over his shoulder, pushes your thigh to your chest, and starts fucking into you at a dizzying pace. He whines and moans, praise spilling from his lips as you take everything he gives you.

“Fuck, you take me so well, baby. Lettin’ me stretch that pretty little pussy—such a good fuckin’ girl for me. Gonna fuck you full of my cum if you keep suckin’ me in like that.”

He fucks you until you’re babbling and gasping, and he lets out a low, desperate groan when you come again, clamping down impossibly tight on his cock. He never lets up his pace, chasing his own pleasure as you shudder through your orgasm. He strokes into you with increasingly wet, obscene slaps each time his hips connect with yours.

You can tell he’s about to come when his eyebrows scrunch together, his breath starts shuddering, his thrusts turn sloppy and erratic. So you pull him in for a kiss, and you let him gasp and moan into your mouth as his hips stutter one final time before he empties himself inside you. He gives you everything he has, then he collapses against you. He murmurs mindless praise into the crook of your neck as he relaxes against you, his mouth pressing wet, sloppy kisses over your heated skin.

“Mm, I filled you up good, huh, pretty baby? Y’re so perfect, y’know that? Took my cock so good, like you were made for it. Could fill you up every day just like that.”

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he slowly pulls his spent cock out of you, a dribble of his cum leaking from your aching entrance. He definitely makes some stupid pun about a cream-filled donut as he watches his cum drip out of you. He cackles when you groan and weakly try to swat him away. He fetches a wet cloth and wipes you down, tender and loving, making sure to clean you thoroughly. His gentle touch after your strenuous activities nearly lulls you to sleep.

But right as you’re about to tip over the edge into a blissful sleep, you hear a comically loud crunching sound next to you. You crack one eye open to see Gojo happily eating the pastry you brought him—and getting crumbs all over the damn bed.

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a/n: ty for reading!!! sry if i wrote the smut too… nasty? idk i’m a slut. i’m getting back into writing n trying to stretch my creative muscles, so feel free to send ideas or requests :3

[hyunsvngs]

threesome with hyunjin and chan and they’re both soft pleasure doms who dote on you and give you so many compliments and praise the whole time

-🎱

YEPPPPP YEPPPPPPP i have somethjig controversial to say too

perhaps hyunjin takes the lead. chan fucking into you and he's whining, grabbing at your thighs and your arms because he's so fucking desperate, he's never felt pussy like this before.

"it's good, hyung?" hyunjin questions, his hand rubbing circles on the base of chan's spine. it makes him whimper, nodding eagerly. "i know it is. best fuckin' pussy ever. fill it up for me, i love fucking your cum back into her. she looks the best like that."

[obsessed-with-wwe-women]

I got an idea a while ago that I need fulfilling 😭

What if Reader (female, taller, more dominant one cuz I love seeing submissive Rhea) had come home from work after a long, annoying day at work at Rhea decides to help her 'relieve'.

Basically they fuck but rheas submissive for once 😛

Take It

R. Ripley x fem!reader

cw: 18+, slight brat!sub rhea, domme reader, fingering, strap on use, sexual toys, slight bondage, spitting, degradation, praise, edging, dumbification(??)

"Finally." You sighed, shutting the door to your shared home with Rhea. "Y/n?" Rhea called your name from the other room, excitement in her voice. You hadn't seen eachother in weeks, with her on the road and you picking up extra shifts you barely got to talk either.

You walked into the living room, a smile immediately growing on your face when you saw her. Rhea walked over, a smile just as big on her face as she pulled you in for a hug. Your tense muscles relaxed the moment her hands touched you, causing another soft sigh to fall from your lips.

"I missed you." You mumbled as you kissed the top of her head. "I missed you, angel. Feeling okay?" She asked, a slight tone of concern in her voice towards the end of her sentence. "Just a long week, nothing bad."

Rhea hummed as she nodded softly, a hand rubbing up and down your back soothingly. She looked up at you with a look that you couldn't quite place, yet. It was like she was trying to decide on something but kept second guessing.

"What is it, baby?" You asked, running a hand through her hair. She was quiet for a second before she looked at you again, this time you could place the look in her eye. "Maybe I have a way I can help you," She smirked softly, "Feel better?" The faux innocence in her voice told you all you needed to know.

"Yeah?" You chuckled. "Not even 10 minutes and you're already asking me to fuck you? I knew you were desperate but damn, Rhe, this might be a new record for you." You teased, small smirk resting on your lips. "Whatever, have it your way." She rolled her eyes as she began to turn to walk away.

"Nuh uh," you grab her wrist, turning her back to face you. "Who said you got to walk away, huh?" Your eyebrow raised, pulling her closer as you leaned down so your lips met her ear. "Because if you want me to fuck you," one of your hands reached down to grip her ass. "All you have to do is ask."

Rhea whined, face hiding in the crook of your neck. "Please," she whispered. "Hm?" Teasing, you acted as if you didn't hear her. "Please," she moved her head to look at you, hands placing themselves on the sides of your neck. "Mommy?" The pleading look in her eyes along with the desperation lacing her tone was more than enough to drive you to drag her to your shared bedroom.

The moment the door was opened, it was shut with Rhea pinned againsted as your lips crashed together, hands roaming eachothers bodies as soft moans and heavy breaths filled the room. "You have no idea how badly I've needed this." She whispered against your lips between kisses.

"Enough teasing," she whispers, hands undoing the buttons of your shirt. "Oh? so kissing is teasing now, baby?" You chuckle. She glares up at you with a 'you know what i mean' look that only makes you chuckle again.

You began taking off her shirt, lifting it over her head and throwing it across the room, letting out a quiet 'fuck' when you saw the black lace bra she was wearing. Your hands slowly slid down her legs as you got down on your knees teasingly, unbuttoning her pants as you looked into her eyes the whole time.

Rhea's breath caught in her throat, fingers tangling in your hair. You smirked once you caught a glimpse of the matching panties she chose; black lace, thin material that barely covered anything. "God, you're going to be the fuckin' death of me." You husked as you kissed the inside of her right thigh.

Your fingers played with the waistband of her panties, teasing her. "Mommy," She whined quietly, head tipping back against the door. "Hm?" You look up, 'innocent' grin plastered on your face. "What do you need, baby?"

"Please, stop teasin' me." Rhea's brows furrowed as she looked down at you, desperation heavy in her eyes. "Yeah?" You tilt your head to the side, fingers hooking into her waistband and pulling them down. "Can't even have a little fun, can I?" You tease, faux pouting at her as you pick her legs up to fully get her underwear off before throwing them somewhere in the room.

She shakes her head. "Not when you haven't seen me in weeks, and not when you're do- fuck." She moans as your finger slides through her slit, immediately pressing against her clit. You pull your hand away, and just before she can protest you're picking her up and carrying her over to your bed.

Your lips trail kisses down her jawline to her neck, leaving purple and red marks along her skin. The room is filled with soft moans and heavy breaths as your hand makes its way back between her legs. This time, you don't tease. Your finger slides through her slit once more to collect some of her wetness, sucking on her neck while you circle her clit.

"Oh fuck," she sighs, hips jerking off the bed. You giggle, pressing a little harder onto her bud as you continue to mark her skin. "So fuckin' wet." You whisper into her neck. "Cmon," she whines. "Hurry up and fuck me already."

Immediately, you stop all movement. Pulling a hand away you tsk in disappointment. "And to think I was gonna give you what you want." You sigh, shaking your head as you get off the bed. "But you wanna have an attitude?" You start, walking towards your shared closet. "I can work with that," You crouch down to open the chest inside your closet, rummaging through to find the perfect toys. "Ungrateful slut." You mumble.

You settle for some leather cuffs, a gag, and a vibrator. You were already wearing your strap, but she didn't know that. Walking back towards the bed, she whimpers quietly once she sees the objects in your hands. "Wait, please-" "Shut it." You snap, shooting her a look as you reach the headboard, cuffing her wrists to it. You pick up the ball gag, wiggling it infront of her face teasingly.

"Now, I'm not gonna use this yet," you place it on the bedside table. "But if you get another attitude I will not hesitate. Understood?" Rhea nods, almost frantically. "Words."

"Yes, Mommy." She sighs once more. You trace your finger up and down her thigh a few times, so softly that she barely feels it. "Hmm, good girl." Grinning, you grab the vibrator, repeating the actions of your fingers and tracing it along her thigh on the lowest setting. She whimpers, hips thrusting up pathetically. "Rhea." You warn. "Please," she whines, tossing her head back. She's dripping, and you're teasing.

"Shhh," You whisper as you gently press the toy against her slit, the low vibrations giving her barely anything. "Take it." Running it up and down, you turn it to the next setting, titling it up just a bit so it hits up right against her clit. Rhea sucks in a breath. You giggle, pressing harder. You've stopped moving it now, the vibrations directly hitting her sensitive bud.

You lean down, laying kisses across her chest before taking a nipple into your mouth, softly sucking and nipping at it with your teeth. Her breaths become labored as you switch the toy to the second to the highest second, pressing even harder. Rhea's breath hitches again, thighs beginning to shake. "Already? God, you really are fucking pathetic." You chuckle.

"Y/n, please," She breathes out. You giggle as you turn the vibrator off, shushing her when she whines. "You look so pretty like this, baby." You smile, untying your sweatpants. "All spread out and desperate for me." Pulling them down, her jaw slacks at the view of the strap you were packing. "God,"

You giggle, situating between her legs again. "Think you can be good for me, baby?" Your hands rub up and down her spread thighs, looking down at her. She nods eagerly, biting her lip. "Yeah, know you can sweetheart." You say under your breath as you slide the tip of the dildo through her folds. "So fuckin' wet."

Rhea moans as you push the tip slowly into her, "mmph-" She whines, eyes closing. "I know baby, I know." You coo as you slide all the way to the hilt with ease. "See how easy that was? Needy fuckin' girl, hm?" You tease, beginning to thrust your hips back and forth slowly.

Moans fall out of her lips, head tipped back with her eyes closed. You lean down to place kisses and bites along her neck and shoulder, whispering sweet nothings to her as you pick up your pace. One of your hands reaches between her legs with the vibrator as you place it on the second to the highest setting. An almost pornagraphic moan fills the room as your free arm lifts her hips up to reach a better angle.

"Thats it, sweet girl." Giggling, your thrusts become faster, harder. "Taking Mommy so well, baby." You praise, pressing the toy harder against her clit. "Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Rhea moans, jaw slacked as you turn the setting on the vibrator up. "Wouldn't dream of it, beautiful."

"M-more," She struggles to get out as her thighs begin shaking again. "Such a pathetic little whore, givin' you all this and you still want more. It's almost laughable." You mock, adjusting the vibrator so it stays in place where you dont have to hold it. "Open." She instinctively knows what you want, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out. "Look at you, my smart girl." You smile stroking her cheek with your newly free hand.

She whimpers, eyes locking with yours as her brows furrow. You spit on her tongue, tapping her cheek to signal for her to close it. "Swallow, baby." Rhea listens, tired smile forming on her face. You readjust her hips again, reaching a new angle that hits her g-spot with each thrust. She immediately moans again, crying your name as the knot in her stomach forms, already threatening to snap. "Mommy, please," She rushes out, eyes barely able to stay open.

"Please what, angel?" Of course, you know what she wants, you just want to hear her say it. She's quiet for a moment, the only things leaving her lips being mewls and whimpers as her eyes squeeze shut. "What do you want, doll?" You ask again. "Please, m'need to cum," she whines. "Awh, yeah?" You mock her, thrusting harder. "Fuck! yes, please,"

You slap her cheek. "Dirty girl. Who said you could speak like that, huh?" You shake your head in disappointment. "M'sorry, mommy." She whimpers. "Please, can I cum?" Rhea pleads, tugging at her cuffs. Leaning down, placing a kiss right below her ear. "Cum for me, sweet girl." You whisper, nibbling on her earlobe.

A loud cry of your name escapes her as her orgasm washes over her. You turn the vibrator down a setting as your thrusts slow down to help her ride it out. "Atta girl," You coo. She let's out a heavy sigh once she comes down, panting.

Without her noticing, you reach up to undo her cuffs. "Turn around baby, not done with you yet."

[rubiehart]

hi!! congrats on 1k omg you so deserve it i love your stuff 💋💋💋

[🏵️; 𝐬𝐨𝐥 𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫 - send in any prompt from this list and a character and i’ll write a short blurb based around the prompt!] for that could you do the sex tape prompt with pope and hes flustered kinda 😊🎀

YES!! this might be my favourite prompt ever with pope.. i love u nonnie

pope’s got a bruising grip on the fat of your ass, not purposefully, you’re not sure he even realises it by the way he’s holding his phone in his other hand, shaking a little as his face heats up, sweat clinging to his hairline,eyes trained fully on where your pussy swallows him whole, his senses overwhelmed by the little noises you let out each time he hits that spot.

your back arches deeper and he groans, bringing the camera closer to where your tight ass and pussy meet. “jesus christ..” he mutters, thrusting his hips harder for emphasis as you grin, turning your head around to face him and his mind goes blank.

mascara pooling under under your eyes and the remains of tears clinging to your lashes, lips wet and teeth glinting as you grin at him, “so fuckin’ good pope… you’re doin’ so good.” your praise seemingly spurs him on as his thrusts pick up, his hips slapping deafeningly against the fat of your ass as you whine, your hands gripping the sheets helplessly.

his eyes flick between the screen and the real you, the recording button pulsing, and he swears he feels you clench in time with it, he’s so caught up in the moment he’s not sure anymore. when you reach down to rub against your throbbing clit as you reach your peak. “please pope! please.. needa cum!” he groans out helplessly, spilling his hot seed into your tight cunt, trying desperately to keep the camera focused while he’s overwhelmed with pleasure, your pussy still gripping him like a vice, milking him for all he’s worth.

[dave-me0wstaine]

JENSIJS I KEEP HAVING THOUGHTS ABOUT SUBBY METALLICA ERA DAVE LOVING GETTING HIS HAIR PULLED, LIKE WHILE HES EATING YOU OUT AND YOU TUG HIS HAIR OR PULLING HIM IN BY HIS HAIR TO KISS HIM JDNSKNSJS

OMG YES YES YES he'd absolutely love getting his hair pulled!! ik it's been said before by other blogs but i wholeheartedly believe dave could get off just from you pulling his hair alone!

like could you imagine he's just going feral for you because he's young and still gets like, virgin-levels of excitement from the mere idea of having sex. and because he's so young he's not completely sure what he likes and what he doesn't, and when you pull his hair on a whim, it opens a whole new door for the both of you.

i think maybe you find out how subby he is on accident. you guys are fooling around, as per usual whenever the two of you are alone. as he's going down on you, he adds a finger, hitting a particularly good spot inside of you. your hands, which were only tangled in his hair up until this point, tug at the strands, causing him to whine into your heat. and when he's finally had his fill of fucking you with his tongue, you're pulling him up by his hair to kiss him and the whole time he's whimpering into your mouth and desperately bucking his hips into yours.

omg and when he's actually fucking you, you keep a hand firmly tugging at his hair and he's just a whining mess, whimpering about how good you feel around his cock and how close he is. he's fucking you so frantically that it feels like you two are bunnies in heat rather than two human beings, and he's letting out these high pitched moans that make you go insane. all the while, he's babbling about how good you feel and how quickly he's gonna cum inside of you.

and when you give a particularly harsh tug to his hair, he cums, whining words of praise mixed in with a few "thank you, you feel so fuckin' good, thank you thank you"s with drool running down his chin.

feral, subby desperate dave is a blessing i never knew i needed <33

[90ekz]

color me purple <3 ft j. kirstein

୨⎯ tags ⎯୧- black fem reader, hickeys, kink discovery, switch!jean, dom!reader, sexual tension, jealousy, reader & jean are roommates, grinding/dry humping, nipple play, [light] degradation.

being roommates with jean is harder than you’d imagined.

between the lack of shirts he wears, and the pants that hang ridiculously low on his hips and leave nothing to the imagination—like, at all—you often find yourself clenching your thighs together just to ignore the dull ache that occurs there way too often.

not to mention his loose curls and pretty teeth, mixed with how sweet he was to you on the first day you met him. that smooth voice telling you how grateful he was for you almost left you in a puddle on the floor.

jean is levelheaded, and seemed a bit private, which didn’t bother you.

but since the day you met him, he’s made one thing very clear.

jean kirstein fucks.

there’s often times you’d return back to your shared apartment to hear heavy whines and whimpers, accenting the rough knocking on the wall.

sometimes you’d be working in the living room, just to catch jean strutting out of his bedroom, wiping his lips with a slight smirk.

“you’re fuckin’ nasty.”

he’d always smile at you with those eyes, post-orgasm haze still lingering on his features. it was like he knew that the sound of him groaning lowly through the walls made your body hot, and he was taking advantage of that.

“just havin’ fun. no shame in that, right?”

hmm. whatever.

it’s not like you cared. it’s not like you wanted it to be you under him instead, not like you wanted to make him moan even louder than-

you didn’t care.

your eyes dropped heavily with a sigh, so hard that you almost missed jean ushering the girl out of his room and to her car. he smiled once more at you before closing the door the apartment. 

you couldn’t help but notice the bright red and purple marks decorating her nape and lower back, and wondered how they would look on your skin.

or… jean’s skin. how would he look with marks all over his body?

it doesn’t matter.

even now, sitting on the couch weeks later, the question lingered in your mind still. you just… you wanted to ruin his perfect skin.

the more you saw him shirtless, the more you wanted to color him red and purple. it made your whole body throb with desire and want.

he hadn’t had a girl over since the last incident, either.

“god i’m starving. i might run out and get some food, you want something? i’ll probably go to that new indian place downtown…”

half the words that he was saying to you weren’t registering, with that big bulging chest in your face, only a wifebeater to cover it. your thoughts once again wandered back to how badly you wanted to mark him, and suddenly you were on your tippy toes, kissing his plush lips.

he instantly melted into it, teeth smacking against your lips as he couldn’t hold back his smile.

“o-oh. i like that.”

for the first time since you met, jean was being shy, clearly shocked by your sudden attack on his lips. but he didn’t stop you, pulling you into his lips once more.

his tongue explored your mouth with stupor, causing a few whines to slip out of your mouth. fuck, he was trying to swallow you whole, almost like he was hungry for it.

he pulled away with a gasp, considering he hadn’t come up for air in a while. you didn’t give him any time to breathe though, as you instantly pressed your lips to his neck and sucked.

jean nothing short of falls apart, his now hard cock making itself known on your inner thigh. when you pulled off, you whined at how dark you’d made the mark. it was so much hotter than you’d imagined.

so hot that you didn’t hesitate to rip off his tank and color his chest just the same.

“s-shit! ‘s sensitive..”

you muttered praises and reassurances into jean’s plush chest as you colored him purple and red, your own body burning hot as you listened to his desperate groans.

it didn’t help that he was being such a slut by grinding his sensitive cock onto your thigh.

jean just couldn’t help but chuckle, though.

“what’s so funny, jean?”

“you’re—ngh fuck—you’re so into this, aren’t you?”

you smacked you teeth in annoyance, because he was right. your panties were absolutely soaked, and there was a throbbing ache between your thick thighs that was growing harder and harder to ignore.

“maybe i’m just into how much of a slut you’re being.”

that only made him grind his hips harder.

you made it a point to rub circles on his nipples in the pace of his thrusts. your only goal—your resolve, was to make him cum untouched.

“what if i made you cum without ever touching your dick? what would that do to you?”

“f-fuuck. dn’t leave me like that, give it t’me…”

you smiled serenely at him, pretty eyes brimming with tears.

who were you to deny your baby?

[ramayah]

can u make another sub/top and top/bottom plz .😍🙈

pairing; jock oc x gn!reader

genre; fluff/smut

prompt; [ " You have no idea how much I want you." + " You're so, so pretty." + " I, fuck.. I love the sounds you make." + " Please, don't stop.." ]

includes; grinding, makeout sesh, semi-orgasm control, hair pulling, needy sex, praise [near the end, kinda (??)], semi-teasing

w.c; 1.6k

You two were laid on the couch, his arms wrapped around your waist, face stuffed in the crook of your neck with a blanket covering the two of you. A movie was playing in the background, a horror movie actually, which was your favorite genre. You boyfriend, however, couldn't handle such genre, which is why his face was stuffed where your shoulder and neck met, cuddling with you for comfort.

It was a nice, simple, quiet and wholesome moment, one that was now rare between the two of you since life actually had both of you by the neck, arms, and legs, surprisingly.

He started to press kisses on your neck, which really didn't set a certain trigger off in your mind that what was actually going to happen was going to happen. You continued to text whomever you were texting, however, there was no doubt that him peppering kisses all over you neck and jawline didn't send a tingle down your spine.

" Baby, please.." You mumbled, growing a bit restless at his actions, a breathy moan leaving your mouth as he started to grind your clothed cocks together in a desperate effort to receive friction from your body.

He breathed heavily against your neck, gripping to your sides whilst he achingly slowed his pace, trying to stop himself from coming too quickly and soiling his pants.

" Fuckin' hell, you wanted my attention that badly?" You teased, bringing his lips to your since he begged for it indirectly with his lewd moans and groans, which he immediately melted against, allowing your tongue to glide across his so passionately and romantically, you earned a muffled whimper from your boyfriend. " You have no idea how much I .. want you." He whispered while ghosting your lips, lust clouding his dark brown eyes as his hips started to react again to you pulling closer to your lips, thumbs tracing his refined jawline.

His muffled moans, the way his body begged for you with ever fiber in his being and the way his lips tasted like honey, he was so needy. It made him look like an absolute slut for you, and he looked so pretty grinding on you.

" You deserve a reward for being such a good boy, don't you?"

You questioned, fingers trailing up from his thighs to his belt loop achingly slow, making a whine escape his trembling lips.

" Yes, please," He begged, a breathy whimper leaving his lips as you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, which left only one layer of ' protection' left on. You pushed him down on the couch, moving his legs to your shoulders as you licked his cock, your tongue starting from the base and ending at his tip, earning a whimper from his plump lips, eyes focusing on your movements, silently begging for more. You started to press soft kisses on the tip before taking half of his cock in your warm mouth, a loud moan escaping from his lips.

After all this time together, you still weren't used to how big in size. You bobbed your head up and down repeatedly, making his hands dig themselves deeper in your hair, tears started prickling at his eyes.

" Aah!" He cried after you had engulfed his whole cock in your mouth, his chest heaving up and down at a rapid pace. " I'm— I'm gonna cum! I, I need to cum!" He cried out loudly, throwing his head back, shoving your face down, burying himself deeper inside of your throat. Removing yourself from his large cock, you looked at him with a tempting look in your eyes, it was the only signal he needed to start undressing himself. " You're so, so pretty." You whispered, climbing on top of him with too many motives to count.

You started to press kisses on his shoulder and neck, one that made his cock grow hard. You let your hand slide down to his waist, using your other hand to position his cock inside of you, hungry kisses being pressed against the spot where his neck and shoulder met as you tried your best to fit all of him inside of you.

He stretched you so wide, and it felt so good.

You positioned your hands on his lower abdomen after you had bottomed out, " Fffuck.." You hissed, head hanging low as his grip around your thighs tightened, he made you feel cock drunk, and it felt too good to be true. Your thighs started to quiver as you raised yourself from the base of his cock before slamming yourself back down, he met with your thrusts, loving the way he felt inside of you.

" Please, don't stop.." He mumbled, pulling your chest against his before smashing his lips on yours, a muffled whimper coming from him as you planted your hands on the sides of his face, not breaking the kiss as you bounced up and down on his cock, his tongue swirling with your own. His limit began to grow at an increasing rate, his supposed ' high' wasn't far away.

Once you two had pulled away from the desperate passionate kiss, he had begun to buck his hips upward at a brisk, quick pace. " Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He hissed, wrapping both arms around your waist before eliciting a loud moan from your mouth.

" I, fuck.." He mumbled again, hands fumbling to go underneath your hoodie, just to receive the much-needed skin-on-skin contact. You began to become more and more sensitive as time passed, whimpers and whines leaving your throat as he pounded into you at a merciless pace. " I love the sounds you make." He whispered against your neck, beginning to suck against the most sensitive spot on your neck, leaving a dark mark in said spot. Your body trembled as he pressed kisses against your neck. You'd never thought you'd bottom out at his ever kiss and touch, but here you were, silently begging for him to overflow your insides with his cum.

" I'm cumming! Ah, Aah!" You cried, tears rolling down your cheeks as your orgasm overflown your system, your cum being painted on his defined abs, [your] cock now throbbing at how fast you came and how good the release felt.

He came inside you with a groan leaving his lips,

" ..Shower sex?" " Hah.. Fine."

[SIGNED BY— kuvijuo. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]

[homicidal-slvt]

"Blue-Eyed Snake"

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MDNI

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Part 2

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Phillip Graves x F!Reader

Civilian|Y/N

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Warnings: Smut, Brief Cheating Ex Mention, Slight Degradation?, Praise Kink, One Night Stand

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You had always been more of a goody-two-shoes according to your friends, preferred playing it safe and not going on many adventures.

However after your boyfriend of five years cheated on you- you decided to try and do something to forget. Go out on the town.

Find a distraction. Just for one night.

That's when you first saw him- Phillip Graves. The perfect distraction.

Standing by the old record machine drink in hand, his cowboy hat sat atop his head tilted back, blue button up shirt with the top two buttons undone... But those blue eyes.

Those devilish blue eyes that caught yours from across the room... This was going to be a wild night.

|He's the devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes.|

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Your back was pressed into the firm surface of his mattress, fingers desperately trying to clutch at his short hair.

He wouldn't let up until he got you to scream his name- he made that abundantly clear. His tongue running up along your slit, thumb roughly rubbing circles on your clit.

The whole time his face was buried between your legs, those blue eyes of his were locked with yours, he demanded your attention- to have your eyes on him.

"Look at the man who's about to ruin you, darlin'."

Thick southern drawl lacing his words when he finally pulled his face away from your cunt, the cocky bastard had a smirk plastered to his face as he heard you whine.

"Needy little thing."

Part of you wanted to slap him so hard- wipe that smile off his face.... But the other part of you just wanted him to fuck your brains out.

The second option truly was much more appealing in this moment.

Nails clawing at his back as you earned several groans from him, deep thrusts making your head spin as his length seemed to touch your weak spot perfectly, he didn't hesitate to spill praise and degradation like a fountain- his grip on your hips so tight you knew there was going to be bruises, evidence left behind of the sinful acts you engaged in that night.

"Fuck... So fuckin' good. Ya look so pretty all cockdrunk for me, doll."

Finally he earned exactly what he wanted, your head flopped back against the pillow crying out.

"PHILLIP!!!"

|And he only comes out at night, gives you feelings that you don't wanna fight.|

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You let a soft sigh fall past your lips as you glanced out your window.

After that night you had simply gone back to your usual every day life, your non-adventurous behavior. You thanked God that you would never see your one night stand again- that usually wasn't your type. Not the way you did things.

Just a fling.

However it seems God had other plans, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as you finally spotted the new neighbor who just moved in a few months ago.

He was out in the yard raking up leaves, sweat clinging heavily to his body beneath the gleaming sun. You hadn't ever met him before- he seemed to always be gone due to work and you never questioned it.

Now faced with the reality that you had a one night stand- with your neighbor.

"Shit. How am I going to avoid this?"

|You better run for your life.|

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{Inspired by @skylarsblue }

{Similar fic done by @sarahs-secrets2 }

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[wolfgirlgock]

Gosh..

The way I could hardly get my pants off fast enough when she arrived home. The way she growled my name that made my clit pulse and my hips buck. The way I squealed when she finally pushed inside, still begging for it, her adorable little girlcock stretching open my needy hole, releasing a chorus of whines and pants and moans from me. The way her heavy breaths between thrusts told me she needed me as much as I needed her, if not more. The way for a moment we were just two horny animals begging eachother and whining our names in quick succession. The way her growls reached a higher octave as she spoke "take me" while my hips pumped furiously on her, the air filled with sweat and passion. The way as she reached her climax her voice began to crack and her nails dug into my skin. The way she commanded I take her children as my feet shook and she pumped desperately, her girlcock throbbing and leaking, spilling her load inside me. The way she stayed nestled inside as I begged her not to pull out, my hole welling up with her seed as she softly pumped the last of it in, until it was dripping down my inner thigh. The way she said I was definitely pregnant now. The way a sudden new desperation came over me as I begged her to make sure, pleading her to fuck her load back into me. The way we went for a round 2 while we both desperately humped, her hands on my hips threatening to pick me up and turn me into a Fleshlight. The way she grabbed my tits as she came again, pumping me even more full, the sheets utterly soaked in my squirt and our sweat. The way we laid there for 10 minutes, her not daring pull out as we softly cooed eachother with praises playfully lobbed back and forth. The way she leaned down for the softest, prettiest kiss, and I felt my heart flutter in my chest. The way new strength overtook my muscles as I added tongue to the kiss, sitting forward. The way my body felt absolutely insatiable as she moaned in tandem, feeling me needily clench around her. The way I panted and begged for one more round as I mounted her, her laid back and lazily holding my hips as I desperately bounced on top of her. The way my eyes rolled back into my skull to see new colors as we thrusted, our moans a rhythmic chant. The way everything went black for a moment when I finally came, her pumping the last bit of it inside me while I squirted onto her stomach.

The way everything seemed fuzzy and sparkly for a long long time afterwards. The way we cleaned up with cuddles and water, softly kissing and caressing each other. Gosh, the way the whole world seemed to disappear save for me and her.

The way I'm so totally fuckin gay for this girl!!!