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[cayennecrush]

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[tonycries]

We Don’t Have No Babies!

Synopsis. Well, it’s a bit difficult to have no babies when they’re well and fully intent on fúcking one into you.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected, bréeding, mentions of kids, máting press, pússydrunk boys, manhandling, marking, spitting, degradation, praise, cúmplay, the elders ugh (Gojo’s), some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.9k

A/N. WHEWW take this as an apology gift for missing yesterday’s post date, I overslept eheheh.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - What’s another?

“Don’t hah- pass out on me yet, doll.” Toji hisses. Spreading your swollen folds further apart with his fingers, already stretched so obscenely around his swollen cock, and only trying to squeeze deeper. “What was it that brat said again?”

And you can only let out a broken whine in response - too high off the stretch and the utterly sinful pool of his cum spreading on the sheets below. It’s been like this for hours now, both of you barely lucid at this point. But you can’t bring yourself to be disgusted, not even a little bit. 

Because Toji’s throwing your legs over his shoulders, pressing down, down, down, till your knees were at your tits. Folded in half, and stuffed full beneath him. God, you weren’t going to make it out alive. 

“Oh, riiight.” he drags out, voice strained. Deceivingly innocent had it not been for that devilish grin. “He called you ‘mama’.”

And there it was - Megumi’s tiny, seemingly mindless slip-up that got you into this mess in the first place. One that had poked some raw, primal part of Toji so dangerously awake.

The one that had Toji splitting you in half with his aching cock, hips pressing so hard against yours that it almost hurts. Fucking into you in slow, languid motions of his hips, while he drinks in your sobbed out little, “Ah- Hngh- Toji, s’too much I-” 

Lazily, he thumbs open your folds even more, watching in awe at the way his seed dribbles and oozes down your thighs, seeping into the mattress. It takes him a while to form the words, too hazy from how warm and sloppy you were inside. 

“Too much?” he drawls, with the audacity to sound genuinely taken aback. “I don’t think it’s enough, ma.”

It’s the only warning you get - barely - before he laces his fingers on top of your head to take him deeper, snapping his hips harder. Sloppier. Sensitive cock stinging with sensitivity, balls squeezing painfully. It hurt, but it hurt so good. And Toji wasn’t even sure if he could cum again. But he was milking his cock on your pussy like he was gonna fill you up until he physically couldn’t anymore.

“B-but m’so full.” you babble, mouth dropping into a fucked-out little oh! as you look down at the way you were swallowing him up so well. “Dunno if I can’t hngh- t-take anymore.” 

Oh shit, had he said that out loud? Ah, who gives a fuck. Because Toji was chuckling in surprise, stuck on the way you could still form coherent sentences - he had to fix that, of course. 

“Shhh. Don’ worry about it. Jus’ need to fill you up- ah, fuck a baby into ya, ma.”  he gently kisses away those big, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “All you gotta do is sit there all pretty n’ take- it-” 

Hand snaking down to toy with your swollen clit - frenzied, barely-circular motions just to get you off. Because shit he can’t just stuff you full of his cock without getting the mother of his future kids off, right? And he let you know, of course. Maybe he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear - probably it was just promises of how he was gonna fill your pretty lil’ cunt till morning comes and Megumi was gonna be the best big brother and-

“-m’gonna make ‘em breakfast. And you’ll dress ‘em up. We’ll read oh- them bedtime stories and-” he’s babbling so pathetically into the crook of your neck now. “-an’ tuck ‘em into bed- Oh, fuck fuck fuck.” Drunk off your pussy and the heavenly feeling of his heavy balls squeezing so dangerously, letting his hips go out of control now. “And then- hngh, and then-”

“T-then what?” you let out such cute sobs into his open mouth, seeing stars behind your eyes each time he ravages you.

“Ya really wanna know, ma?”

Somehow, his words have you squeezing around him so good. Enough that it’s almost difficult to move inside you. Enough that Toji doesn’t even realize that he’s cumming and cumming so hard that you’re bloated with his seed. Squelching out of your quivering pussy and soaking his cock as he doesn’t even think of stopping even as you keen at your poor overfilled pussy, teeth latching onto your earlobe as he holds you still for him. 

“And then…” Toji’s hot breath fans your face, voice guttural and sounding like he was losing a little bit of his sanity with each thrust. Hips moving again and again to fuck his cum deeper into you. “And then m’gonna fuck another one into you.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - Lonely? No problem!

“Aww, m’sorry. Did I make you feel lonely, my love?” Kissing your lips softly, running his hands all over the pretty lil’ lace covering your body - just barely, of course. “Did I leave my pretty lil’ wife all alone in this big house?” 

You give him a pouty little nod, and oh does that do something to Nanami’s heart - and his achingly hard cock. And he can’t help but pull the drenched fabric of your panties further to the side, greedily honing in on the way you glisten and clench around him. 

“Well, we should fix that, right? So that my pretty baby is never alone in here.”

You would be reassured by his answer - had it not been for the way Nanami doesn’t even wait for your reply. Instead, looking straight into your eyes while he pushes his thick cock deeper inside you. Not even fucking preparing you as he usually would.

“Oh! Oh, mm fuck-” And it’s all you can do to buck into his touch and just fucking take it while he grunts at the slight resistance. For once in his life more concerned about trying to fuck desperately into your dripping cunt than whether or not your poor pussy would hurt herself trying to take him. 

That merciful, practical little part of his brain going slow to let you adjust to his massive cock - because, well, he couldn’t break the mother of his future children. Now, could he?

But oh how you’d beg to differ with the way Nanami fucks into you in languid , shallow grinds of his hips. No matter how many times Nanami stuffed you full of his cock - his size never failed to disappoint. Stretching you out, fingers swiping at your clit, expertly grazing against all the right spots he knew so maddeningly well. 

“Two or three?”

It takes you a second to register that he’s waiting for your answer - too delirious with the way your husband’s splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock. Leaving neat crescents of his nails on your hips as he holds your slutty pussy still. 

“W-what?”

“Two or three?” Nanami gives your pulsing clit a little smack! as if to get your attention, hips stuttering ever-so-slightly at the way you squeeze his thick cock in surprise. “How many babies am I fuckin’ into you, my love?” 

Oh. Oh, shit. You weren’t making it out alive.

But were you really complaining? No.

Swallowing thickly, “Ah! Fuck, Kento- wan’ two.”

And maybe you’re a mastermind, maybe you’re an idiot. Because nowhere is the gentleman that you married, Nanami’s spitting on your quivering cunt once. Twice. Watching like a predator stalking his prey at the way it misses - purposefully, splattering against your inner thigh.

Smearing it all over your pussy and your panties - which he was too impatient, too starved - to remove. Messy. 

It’s all Nanami needed to do before he’s bottoming out completely. Pressing his forehead against yours in such a sweet motion, even though his hips were so mean. Drinking in your delirious whines as his heavy balls smack your ass. Over and over-

The duality making your head spin as he fucks his cute lil’ wife dumb, part of his sanity dancing away with his restraint every time your slutty hole sucks him up so deliciously. 

“Shit. More?” he grunts, sounding absolutely wrecked. Moaning at the way you tug at his hair, legs wrapping around his toned waist as if to urge him to go faster. Deeper. Begging. Begging him to ruin you. More more more- 

And, of course, what his girl wants - she gets. Because Nanami’s dragging his weeping tip across your swollen folds, all the way out till he’s collecting your sweet juices on his head. “Better take it like my good wife then.”

Then he’s pushing and pushing inside your tight pussy, but not like he was before. Jagged, desperate grinds of his hip - no adoration, no warmth. Just fucking you like his little slut, high off the idea of fucking his cum into you till you couldn’t walk. Till you were so full of him that he’s all you could think of. “We’ll have such beautiful babies, my love.” 

“Shit shit shit, Kento- yer gonna ruin me-” you’re whining, body torn between arching into Nanami’s unforgiving cock and running away. 

As if you ever had a chance - he was holding you so bruisingly by the hips, gasping into your mouth. “Shhh, that’s the point.”  Fucking you so filthy, each word punctuated by his out-of-control hips, so harsh and unfocused with lust that those tufts of blond at his base scratch your sensitive nub. And the feeling is so fucking obscene that you barely hear the words that follow. “You jus’ focus on taking care of my babies, n’ m’gonna be the one to ruin this pretty cunt- The one to fill you up- fuck. ”

Nanami throws his head back as you squeeze the soul out of his throbbing cock, so pent-up and needy that you’re creaming all over his cock already. And of course, Nanami isn’t any better - because with a strangled groan of your name, he’s cumming. Hard. almost painfully so. 

“N’ you’ll never be lonely, cuz everyone’s gonna see you and see me. I did that.” 

Jolts of electricity going all the way from his heavy balls to the thick, hot ropes of cumming filling your dripping pussy. Painting it all a desperate, desperate white.

And shit was Nanami an entirely different man tonight. Pulling out ever-so-slightly, only to admire his seed gushing out of you - so lewd and his. 

“Y’know what, my love, I don’t think two will be enough after all.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Pretty (and his)

“Awww, pretty baby.” Geto purrs, in such a dangerously low voice, smacking his tip - so red, and angry - all across your swollen folds. He bites his lip at the way his cum spills down your legs, pooling onto the hardwood floor with a deafening tap! tap! tap! “Y’want it so badly, huh?”

“Shit- hngh- please!”

You don’t know what you’re begging for - maybe release. Maybe mercy. Maybe to be anywhere but here - shoved against the wall right beside the front door, dress hiked up, almost your way to go clubbing with your friends before your beloved boyfriend had caught you. And stuffed you full of his cum, at least.

Whatever it is, Geto only gets messier, teasing your sloppy hole by slamming in - just barely grazing that one spot. And pulling out completely, watching you clench and glisten in the dim lighting. In. And out. In and out in and-

“Sugu!” you squeal, tired of the way he was having way too much making such a mess of your pussy. Swiping at your slick, and shoving his seed back into you - smirking at the obscene mess. 

“Mhm?” he nods absent-mindedly. Eyes flitting between your ravaged pussy and that absolutely adorable pout on your lips. Chuckling, “What~? If I cum in this cute pussy one more time, you’re sure to get pregnant, y’know.” 

Scoffing, “Shoulda thought of that when you came inside me the first time.”

Geto rolls his thumb over your sore clit - just as a little punishment - breath hot against your ear as he whispers raggedly.  “And are you complaining, gorgeous?”

“N-no…” 

“Then?”

He’s licking little circles at the crook of your neck now, in time with the maddening, frenzied patterns on your cunt. Enough friction to keep those pretty lil’ whines spilling from your swollen lips, but still teasing you just enough to have you bucking and keening onto his aching cock for more more more-

“Please! I jus’ want your cock, Sugu-”

All it takes is your broken little whimper, and it’s like something snapped - because Geto’s plunging into your plushy walls completely. Finally giving you an ounce of that friction you’ve been craving for so long. Only half the man he was once before while fucks into you deliriously. 

“F-fuck. Love it when you’re so messy f’me.” he’s hissing lowly, as if you could be anything but messy. As if he’s not pulling you back by the hair to bounce you like some slut, hips snapping mercilessly. As if he isn’t absolutely ruining you.

And maybe if you were in any better state of mind you’d have said something about the pure disrespect in his cock. Fucking you nothing like the sweet sweet whispers he was muttering in your ear, ragged and hoarse with desire.

“Gonna fill you up, huh? Give me some cute lil’ babies?” he groans,nibbling on your earlobe, fingers pressing down around your throat so the only response he gets are wet gurgles. Ones that go straight to his twitching balls, as Geto keeps running his mouth pussydrunk. “They better have your personality, don’ wanna share my pretty girl. Isn’t that right?”

So mean. Just babbling like you rarely get to see him - usually the ever-graceful Geto Suguru. Now, drunk on your tight pussy and the image of you with a little baby with black hair and him - there for it all. His perfect little family. 

“Gonna be the perfect momma, huh?” 

Geto only gets a broken little whimper in response - one that almost makes him want to go easy on you. Almost, instead, he settles for breathing out a ragged, “Fuck fuck fuck, yeah, gorgeous. Squeeze me s’tight like that - jus’ like that jus’ like that-” 

Trailing such a delicate finger up your legs, Geto pools that sinful mixture of your slick and his cum on his fingertips - before shoving them unforgivingly in your mouth. The slightly salty taste was so addictive on your tongue - and, hell, you aren’t even mad that you’re running late to meet your friends.

Smirking as you gag and mewl around him, he only gets sloppier. Faster. Licking a long, languid stripe up your neck, just knowing that he’s gonna cum inside your cute pussy harder than he has his whole life. Have your poor pussy bloated with him him him- “Now, yer gonna go to that lil’ party of yours jus’ like this. And everyone’s gonna know who you belong to.”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Can’t help himself

“N-no, swear-” Choso lets out a broken little whimper into the crook of your neck. Feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up mindlessly over and over to where you were splayed out so prettily on top of him. So messy and dripping all over his glistening cock. “Gonna ngh- be the last one- I s-swear.”

You’ve heard this broken little mantra before - and you knew it wouldn’t end well for your poor pussy. Especially not with Choso bullying his weeping cock back into your snug cunt. “But, Cho!” you gasp, “We’re out of-”

He knows you’re out of condoms. But, really, does it matter?

Because shit were you like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him. And, well, here he was - completely pussydrunk, two rounds and a still rock-hard cock later. The only thing on his mind from then on was to not paint your pretty pussy white with his seed, no matter how much he wanted do. 

“Last time, baby. Promise I won’t cum inside.” And then he’s batting this long lashes so unfairly up at you. So fucking beautiful with his dark hair untied, lips swollen, eyes-half-hooded and miles away. And, well, how could you say no to that?

And you’ve barely gotten out your delirious little nod before Choso’s wrapping two strong arms around your waist, pulling you so intimately closer like he worshipped you - while he fucks your hot cunt like anything but. So hard that you knew it would leave marks - your nails on his chest, his balls on your ass, fingers on your waist. 

God, you were squeezing so desperately around him and he just thinks he might just cum right then and there. So fucking perfect that Choso knows he’s never buying another box of condoms ever again. 

“F-fuck, feels s’good. Love having you so deep n’ messy inside me.”

You were going to be the death of him.

“Hngh- fuck fuck fuck, yeah? You like that, baby?” he groans lowly. Abs burning and flexing each time he rams his cock into your tight pussy, absolutely loving the way you were leaking his cum all over the sheets. 

“Shit- I-” 

“Yes, Cho~?”

Face burning in embarrassment, choking pathetically on his words, Choso instead lets his hips do the talking. Strained whimpers of your name leaving him each time he bullies his painfully twitching cock through your plushy walls.

Voice cracking almost-embarrassingly at the end as he rambles, “Oh my god- y’feel so fucking good wrapped around me, baby. Wanna- hngh-” Trying his very best to sound like every cute lil’ whimper didn’t make his thoughts steer into the dangerous territory of how pretty you’d be with his kid. Of a little girl with dark hair and your eyes and-

You. His hips speeding up now, so sloppy with now rhyme or rhythm. How round and glowing you’d be with his kid. You, how everyone would know that he was that ruined your pretty pussy n’ got you this way. You, you, you-

“Wanna cum in this cute pussy, baby.” He finally confesses. Hips getting so messy - mindless, quick little jabs that have you keening on top of him, balls squeezing painfully. “Wanna fill y’up until you can’t take it anymore, fuck you so full until we have a pretty baby. Can I, baby? Please don’t say no please please-”

And at this point all you can do is whine and buck your hips to meet his merciless cadence, letting Choso crane his neck and kiss you senseless. “Fuck yeah. Thought you’d never ask-” you mutter, muffled around where he was sucking on your lips, like they were his favorite candy. “Want you to cum inside me, Cho.”

Well, you didn’t need to tell Choso twice because no sooner have the words left your lips before he’s giving you one harsh thrust. Veins throbbing against your gummy walls, again and again. 

Tears pricking his eyes as he cums with such a guttural grunt of your name. “Gonna have a pretty lil’ girl.” Both white-white pleasure and the image of you and him and his daughter flashing behind his eyes. “She’ll look just as beautiful as you, baby. N’ have your cute smile.”

Your own orgasm is nothing more than a few tingles, overstimulated and limp on top of Choso as stuffs you full of his seed. Thick, white ropes that gushing all the way out of your snug pussy, smearing all over his twitching balls. 

You could get used to this.

And it’s such a heavenly feeling that Choso barely registers his hips moving again, as if on instinct. Fucking mindlessly into you again. Again and again. Gasping, breath hot against your ear. 

“Only one more, baby. Promise.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - A reward

“F-fuck, woman” Sukuna grunts, fingers so bruising on your hips as you slide down his throbbing erection. Inch by fucking inch, keening at the delicious burn. “Y’act so innocent but you’ve got such a slutty lil’ pussy, huh?”

As expected, the only response he gets is an incoherent babble of agreement. Your eyes watering, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to take him. And his sharp eyes narrow in amusement at the sight of his painfully inexperienced consort’s pretty cunt sucking him up so eagerly. Hips stuttering and leaking your sweet, sweet so sloppily juices all over his thighs.

Humans were always such interesting little creatures.

“Tch.”

Slow ones, too, apparently.

Because immediately, Sukuna’s stuffing himself into your sloppy pussy as far as it would go. Groaning at the resitance, a large hand pumping his cock slowly - enticingly - as he fucks his hips in quick, shallow little thrusts, just to fit himself inside your snug cunt. 

And you needed to breathe in and out maybe, relax your plushy walls, but Sukuna wasn’t going to wait. Why would he? He had his favorite woman - not that he’d ever let you know - sat on his lap, legs spread so shamefully and bouncing on his thick cock.

“F-fuck.” his jaw falls slack ever so slightly, groaning at the feeble resistance against his massive cock. Still only half-inside you but still pushing relentlessly. “S’like your pussy was made f’me, brat. Milking me so well.”

“Shit shit shit- hah- ‘Kuna, feel s’good-” you gasp, thighs quivering with the pressure to meet his rough cadence. And Sukuna huffs out a low laugh at your audacity to call his name, feeling charitable enough today to forgive this transgression. 

Instead toying with your pretty clit, pinching and rolling between his thick fingers, loving the way you buck and squeal his name. 

“Hmm, feels good?” he hums dangerously, amused at your barely-lucid little nod. Fucking into you like his personal fucktoy - his favorite one. “Good ‘nough to give me an heir?”

At this your eyes snap open - but not for long because you just have to screw them shut again with Sukuna finally bottoming out in a quick, harsh thrust. Splitting you apart deeper and deeper on his cock, veins throbbing a maddening little bump! bump! bump! matching your heartbeat. 

You barely have the time to breathe out a sigh of relief before he’s fucking into you. Unforgivingly. Like the monster he claims to be. All the blood draining into his achingly dick at the idea of fucking his cum into you until you couldn’t walk. 

And he tells you - chuckling at the cute lil’ ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth each time his fat head hits your cervix. “Y’want that, my little slut? To be my cute plaything to breed? Help m’make the next king of curses?”

Fuck, you don’t know if you’re reeling more from the way he was ramming his cock into you or the way he was talking to you in that mean little tone. 

“Mmm- yes! Yes yes yes!”

“Use your words.”

“Wan’-” you hiccup, batting your lashes at him so tearily, in a way that makes Sukuna’s heart thump so strangely. An uneven little beat matching the led rhythm of his hips. “Wan’ your cum- gonna give you a kid.”

So cockdrunk and delirious, you barely register the way he wrestles your arms behind your back, using it like leverage to bounce you harder and harder on his cock. Only looking up at him with such cute lil’ heart eyes as Sukuna uses you as he pleases. 

“Fuck- fuck fuck fuck yeah?‘ he gasps into your open mouth. Teeth latching onto the crook of your neck, biting down right over your pulse. Dangerous. “Gonna make me an heir so powerful. Have him treat you like a queen n’ kill everyone that doesn’t? Ya like that, my lil’ slut?”

“Shit- ah- I want that s’bad, ‘Kuna.”

Knock! Knock! Knock!

And oh how pretty you look, cunt clenching and all surprised at the knock on the door - some lowly human here to beg for their life, maybe. But it doesn’t matter, because Sukuna’s only licks away the big, fat tears streaming down your cheek, hips burning while he breeds you like some animal. Hard, and almost violent.

So it only makes sense that your orgasm was the same, breathless and shaking on Sukuna’s lap while he fill you with his hot seed. Thick and intoxicating. Hips unstopping, just animalistic little movements from such a carnal part of himself. Over and over-

And you’re so fucking drunk off of your lord’s cock that you barely even realize when he’s thumbing your ravaged cunt open. Letting his cum drip all the way down to his gaudy throne, on full display for whoever was about to-

“Come in.”

It’s adorable how you try to scramble off his lap, trying - and failing - to cover yourself up as the door cracks open. 

“Not yet, woman.” Sukuna grasps you in an iron-hold grip, dangerously sharp nails tethering right at your throat and your hips. Starting to drag you up and down on his swollen cock once more with no concern or care for whoever was about to enter. “Gotta make sure it takes.”

It was filthy. 

Completely debauched. And exactly where you wanted to be. You and your lord - and maybe your future heir, too.

♡ GOJO SATORU - Give ‘em what they want!

“Hah- f-fuck imagine- Imagine I fucked the next s-strongest into you right now.”

Oh. 

You knew by the look in his eyes that something was off - that something hadn’t gone well in that meeting with the elders. Really, it was a miracle he attended in the first place, but somehow you had an inkling that this was the type of something that would have you needing a miracle.

That was three hours ago.

And fuck did you need a miracle - because Gojo had you splayed out on top your office desk, his cum spreading in a pool beneath, you throbbing cock stuffing in and out of your snug cunt while you try not to alert the entirety of Jujutsu High about how needy the great Gojo Satoru was being right now.

Gojo’s ramming his swollen dick into your poor, overstimulated pussy like he was drunk off the sight of you all cockdrunk and in a tight mating press. Moaning at the sting of painfully hard erection twitching inside you, and your nails running down his back. 

Not even bothering to let you adjust this time before he’s fucking you again and again and-

You think it’s a bit unfair, really. Because who were you against the strongest? Well, the pretty lil’ wife who’s going to give him his successor, apparently. 

“Shit- wouldn’t that be funny?” he lets out a humorless laugh, wrestling your legs further and further apart. Eyeing the way you suck him up lewdly, “If I made my kid the strongest n’ just wiped these old fossils out?”

“T-Toru- we’ll get ca-”

“Caught? Who fuckin’ cares, they want a Gojo successor n’ they’re gonna get one.”

He’s letting out his frustration in the way he chases both your highs for the - well, you lost count which orgasm it was at this point. Letting you stain all over the expensive desk as he yells out little curses into your mouth.

And oh how you want to kiss that little furrow in his brow, to whisper away his stress - but, no, the only thing getting Gojo out of this bad mood was to fully and thoroughly ruin his girl’s cute lil’ cunt. 

But Toru-” you sob into his open mouth, hips bucking wildly for more. “What if I can’t give you the strongest…” You know you’re babbling deliriously, little insecurities you didn’t even know you had coming to the surface as it really hits you that shit this is your Gojo. And he’s here. And he’s fucking you until he’s sure you’re pregnant.

“Who gives a shit?” he licks away the big, fat tears streaking down your face. Salty on his tongue while he plays with your pretty clit, rubbing quick, tight little circles on it. 

As if to emphasize his point, Gojo brings his fingertips to his mouth with a lewd pop! So blissfully wrapping his lips around them. Darkened blue eyes rolling to the back of his head at the taste - it only spurs him on more. 

Fingers immediately back down on your clit. Frenzied - like he couldn’t wait any longer, like it killed him to not see you cum again. Body bowing into yours, hand digging and bruising on your hips as he holds your filthy pussy still on his cock, 

“Fuck, gonna give it all to you, sweetheart. M’gonna train them to be the strongest n’ protect their pretty mommy.” 

Sloppy, he was so fucking sloppy - such a mess of teeth and spit and pure desire to paint your walls white. 

“Gonna have my eyes, huh? N’ your hair. Fuck they’re gonna regret bringing this up.” Babbling little nonsenses that drove you mad. He sounded so fucking pathetic, crazed with lust. “Ooooh they’re gonna regret it.” Overstimulated enough that it hurt.

Kissing the side of your ankle beside his head, lacing his fingers together to pull you further and further down his rock-hard cock. Sloppy and moving with no rhyme or reason. “Because they fucking hate me. All of ‘em will look at our kid n’ you - so round and pretty and see me. All me.” 

Now, you’ve heard of orgasms that come out of nowhere - ones that have you convulsing and gripping onto Gojo - the desk, his shoulders, his hair. And this was no different. “Ah! Hngh, Toru m’cumming m’cumming oh-”

Delirious, white-hot pleasure cracking behind his eyes, Gojo’s pumping hot thick, hopes ropes of cum into your poor, overfilled pussy. And shit no thrill of taking out the elders could compare to watching the way his seed drips down the side. Slow, and thick, pooling at his quivering balls as he fucks you like an animal. Over and over and-

“Hey, sweetheart, y’think if I cum in you again, they’ll come out twice as strong?”

“...”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

[cursedhaglette]

Solavellan fic recs please I’m so hungry 🥺🥺

oh I'd love to provide! these have been my personal favorites so far (also fair warning, I am a solavellan fucked in DAI truther and that is reflected in my choices below so your mileage may vary)

Everything by niceasspavus - especially their fic Servitude which is an absolute masterwork. The prose is succinct but spectacular, the smut is excellent and never feels out of place (smut sometimes can with solavellan okay) and they dig into Solas' mind in a really beautiful way. They also started a modern AU fic and while that's not usually my trope at all, I've actually read what they have posted so far like three times because it's so good. Can't wait to see if they grace us with more.

Fellchaser by @rosieofcorona - Okay make that literally anything Darcy touches I recommend but Fellchaser is...I want to plaster my walls with it. The walls of my mind prison at least. The first time I read it, I literally read it five times back to back to back (I was admittedly very high but that's NOT THE POINT) because I was so taken with the prose and every detail. It is absolute perfection, seriously, the only thing wrong with it is that it isn't 100k words

What He Wouldn't Give by sugarhihello - a devastating take what happens immediately after the Crestwood scene we know and hate to love. I'm scared of writers who can make me want more of a scene like that and yet this fic gives me that

The Waiting by say_lene - solavellan thigh riding, need I say more?

Even Gods Need Miracles by callmebecks - A study of Solas' mindset from DAI to now include the DAV ending.

A Field as Wild as Your Heart by lillith_morgana - An exceptional take on the solavellan ending/post-DAV with gorgeous prose

Dreadful Recollections by @scaryanneee - if you know me from the bg3 era at all, you know Think of Me is a smut of all time so scaryanne joining us in solavellan hell has been SO FUN (for me personally at least eheheh) This little smut is so brilliant because it truly gave me so many ideas to play with for my own ship during this time period while also being so hot??? Also just read the tags on this and you know you're in for a great time

Handle With Care by feynite - I'm sure you've seen feynite if you've looked at solavellan fics because Looking Glass is the biggest one but I think this is just a really excellent little fic of theirs. Sad AND sexy - what every Solas fan is looking for I think

solavellan moots, please feel free to add on - I'm always looking for more and I'm sure others are too! anon - hope this gave you some tasty morsels and feel free to come back if you need more! xoxox

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

interaction with mama or papa leech (or both) please!

yuu was walking down the hallway along with jade and floyd, exchanging stories of recent happenings before it was interrupted by the sound of someone calling out to them.

"jade! floyd!"

by the looks of the twins' excited expressions and the occasion of family day, they connected the dots that it must be their parents and swiftly hid behind one of the brothers before the person came into view, trying to remove their own presence. although jade had clarified that they had a normal family business, they can't help but get nervous and perhaps a bit frightened, especially with how the leech's definition of "normal" is quite... questionable. maybe if they're lucky, they can make a run for it before they start to take notice...

(i hope i did this right!)

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

“Mother and father.”

“Mom!! Pops!!”

You hesitantly peered out from behind the twins. Two lanky figures towered over you, as imposing as skyscrapers.

Mr. Leech was stone-faced, skin slightly grooved like a rock carved by the crashing waves, teal hair streaked with black slicked back with gel. His eyes were like beacons of light searching in the night--sharp, discerning. He wore a smart pinstriped suit, polished shoes, and gloves, reminding you of an older Jade.

Mrs. Leech's lithe form was wrapped in an off-the-shoulder sun dress, the slit of it riding halfway up her thigh, skirt spilling into a waterfall of gathered tulle. A string of creamy pearls--simple, understated--drapes across her collar. Her wide brim hat shaded her face, but you could still admire how she had expertly painted her lips and eyes, how her hair fell in a loose wave over one shoulder. She was like Floyd, mixing an impeccable fashion sense with a slight hint of danger.

When Mrs. Leech spotted her sons, she charged at them at a speed that was shocking for a woman in high heels. She threw her arms around Jade and Floyd, pulling them in for a tight hug.

"My babies!! I've missed you so much, darlings," she gushed. "How are classes? How are clubs? You must tell me everything...!"

“It’s wonderful to see you as well. We have much to catch up on.”

“Ehehehe~ Mom? you’re squeezin’ me so hard! Watch out, cuz I’ll get’cha back!!”

Mr. Leech cleared his throat. "Pardon the interruption, but..." His eyes cut to you—no longer concealed by the twins—and you froze, pinned in place by his stern gaze. “It seems we have a stranger in our midst. Jade and Floyd's... friendly acquaintance, I presume."

Mrs. Leech released her children. “Just a moment, dear!!”

The giantess appeared before you, her shadow larger than life. You managed a single shaky step backwards before her claw-like nails dug into you.

“Ah, mom went right to work,” Floyd said in a singsong.

“Do stay still,” Jade advised you. “It will make the process go by much more quickly.”

J-Just what is going to happen to me?!

Mrs. Leech’s hands ran the length of your body and its crevices. She never lingered in one spot. Pat, pat, pat, then onto the next area.

A full body pat-down?!

“All clear,” Mrs. Leech called to her husband.

“Excellent. That is a relief." Mr. Leech adjusted his tie and offered a wane smile. "Excuse us. We're in the habit of running through a series of safety protocols before receiving guests. Unfortunately, it's terribly inefficient to carry out in a public setting." He paused. "... How do you feel about signing nondisclosure agreements?"

"N-Nondisclosure agreements?!"

"Honey, you're going to terrify the poor thing," Mrs. Leech tutted--but she was giggling faintly as though she had just heard a witty joke. "Don't worry. My husband can be a very gentle man."

D-Don't that imply he also has the capacity to be very ungentle?!

"E-Erm..." You worriedly glanced at the twins, who were smirking (but, you had noticed, not actually intervening).

"What does your family do, anyway?" you once asked Jade.

He had taped a finger to his lips and mysteriously answered, "They simply run an independent business that dabbles in a bit of everything. Nothing out of the ordinary, I assure you."

"Some help here, guys?" you whimpered.

"Sorry, not much we can do," Floyd responded with a (very unhelpful) shrug. "Dad's got his stuffy processes. No one can get in the way of those."

"I-I'm not going to be roped into making as blood pact, am I?!"

"Blood pact? My, what an active imagination you have." Jade chuckled. "I believe I have informed you before that our family business is nothing out of the ordinary."

"Frankly, I'm not sure I believe you anymore!"

"Oh my~ Did you hear that, dear?" Mrs. Leech grabbed her husband by the arm. "It sounds as though Jade and Floyd's friend doesn't trust us."

"Indeed." He was smiling, but it did not fully reach his eyes. "It would be a shame if we allowed them to walk away with the wrong impression of our happy little family."

"Fufufu... We'll have to correct that, won't we?"

[yaut-jaknowit]

Hi, this is my first time making a request so I hope I'm doing it right. If I am may I please request a part 2 to the "you are not hunted" because I am currently OBSESSED with Gawtin (a little to much) and just re-read the whole masterlist and came upon this post making me want to know what happens next. You can ignore this is u want but I want you to know I love your work and hope your having a great day/evening <3

You Are Not The Hunted Part 2

Character: Gawtin (female Yautja) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 3019

Summary: This giant alien takes you from your friends, from your home. She traps you in her bedroom, the safest place to be. You are claimed to be her pet from that moment forward. And well... you don't take that very well.

Author Note: Ehehehe, I'm so glad you are obsessed with her! There's no such thing as too much with Gawtin. Love her as much as you want! I appreciate all the love!

Part 1

Masterlist

Ao3

Now, onboard Gawtin’s ship, reader is both terrified and angry that this thing took them. Reader tries to fight their way off the ship but Gawtin easily overpowers them and pins them to a wall. So, they tried to escape by wedging the door open or smashing the keypad. They get electrocuted by accident. When Gawtin tries to feed them, that doesn’t work. Reader refuses to eat even when Gawtin uses her presence to scare them.

Despite the pounding of your fists against the creature’s sturdy back, it did nothing to make her even flinch. She continued to strut through the forest you were once enjoying. Your screams rung through the trees. Your friends lost between the trunks and foliage. Tears slowly ran down your cheeks. The world taking a darker turn as you’re carried away from them.

In this position, you spotted a weapon hanging from her waist. A machete. You instantly reached for it and attempted to pull it off of its fixed position. A hand engulfed yours before you could make contact with it. It held a firm grasp but not enough force to crack any bones. You struggled again. Your hand couldn’t be retrieved.

Her feet stopped. Your body slid down her front and landed unsteadily on your feet in front of her. The large alien snatched both of your wrists and crowded into your space. Instinctively, you took steps backwards to get away from her. Until the curve of your spine met the rough texture of a tree trunk. A gasp sounded from your throat.

Each of your wrists were lifted high above your head and pinned to the bark. They were easily held in one of her hands. A snort sounded from the creature. “You… do not think,” she uttered. Her free hand pinched something out of a pouch on her side. Rope was held between two fingers. She brings it up to your wrists. Your brows jerked up towards your hairline. You doubled down the fight and tried to slip out by taking off the weight on your legs. That only pulls painfully on your shoulders. The creature still has a firm grip on you.

Talently, the alien is able to tie your wrists together with one hand. Then, she throws you back onto her shoulder like you weighed nothing to her. With her size, you believed that as a fact.

The journey began once more. She carried you through the forest. The speed she took only made the trip short but sweet. Her form stopped. Her arm holding onto your thigh lets go for a moment. You hear a beep then a hiss. Curiosity got the best of you. You tried to lift yourself up to peer over her shoulder. She makes a short but warning growl. Your survival instincts force you to lay back down against her back, limp.

All you had to do was play along and hope for survival.

A new scene greeted you. She had walked up some sort of ramp and entered… something out of this world. Alien. This was a ship. A spacecraft. The angle hurt your neck but you took in everything you saw. From what looked to be storage all the way to main area of the vessel. She passed a door before one opened up for her.

Muted colors made up the interior of the ship. In the room she took you into, skulls were the first thing that greeted you. A terrified scream pierced the air. The fight entered your veins again. You kneed and punched and even bit to get her to let go you. It didn’t matter if your hands were tied together. You fought for your survival.

Snarls erupted from the creatures throat. Your body was harshly tugged off of her shoulder and dropped onto the floor. Your knees gave out. You were forced to lay back while peering up at her. Her metal mask made it impossible to see her expressions. The muscles that lined her shoulders and chest were tense. You whimpered and scrambled backwards, legs kicking to get away from her.

“Stop,” her rough voice demanded. The green creature ate up the space you desperately put between the two of you. Her hand grasped at the limited space between your own tied up ones and pulled you closer to her. You kicked at her shins.

A sharp huff escaped her. “Stop. I will not harm you.” You could see the blurred reflection of yourself staring back at you. Your head rapidly shook no.

“Let go of me!” you yelled at her and tugged harder. The rope painfully dug into your wrists. Yet, it didn’t budge. “Please, don’t kill me.” Her words had gone flying over your head. You were in such a state of panic, you weren’t listening. Your ears had blocked out all other sounds besides the race of your heart. Survival to see another day.

The grip on the bindings didn’t loosen or falter for even a second; despite your constant kicking. She held strong in her stance. Her other hand came around and grabbed you by the throat. It easily encircled one of the most fragile parts of your body. You instantly froze, paralyzed to the spot. One wrong move and she could snap your neck like a twig.

“Now, listen. I will not harm you. You are my pet now.” You accidently yelled out a ‘what?!’ which caused her to squeeze your neck in a threatening manner. A whimper fell from your lips. “No harm shall come to you under my care. You will be cared for, fed, clothed.” You fearfully looked into her purple eyes that kept you froze to the ground.

“W-why?!” you sputtered out and fought back the tears desperate to dribble down your face.

Her thumb on your neck caressed along the artery hidden between skin. “I have watched you for some time, little one. You intrigue me.” Heat blotted your features. How long has she been watching you?! Oh god. You’ve not felt eyes on you in what was thought to be the safety of your home. “I have made you mine, under my kinds law. I lay claim to you as my pet.”

Every time she called you ‘pet’ made your stomach twist with a sick feeling. Out of all the things to happen to you in your life. To be made a pet to an alien wasn’t plausible in your mind.

Yet, the new situation that surrounded you was evident of your new issues. You swallowed hard, chest stuttering with each intake of air. Your ribs felt like they were constricting your lungs, squeezing out the air in them.

The corners of your vision began to darken. Each new breath was faster than the last. Your eyes glazed over. Her grip around your neck loosened to the point you could almost just drop down the floor. That didn’t help ease up the issue you were causing to yourself.

Both of your hands went to the center of your chest, feeling them move underneath your fingertips. You tried to slow down your breathing. The danger no longer as high of a threat now. But, your body didn’t feel that way. The panic kept building and building. Until darkness overtook your sight and left you limp in the creature’s hold.

When you awoke next, you sat up with a gasp, hands flying to your throat in terror. Nothing held you in place. Your body acted before your mind had a chance to think. All of your limbs forced you to back peddle until you smacked into a hard, flat object. The wall. You pressed yourself against it, limiting the places something or someone could come and attack you.

Your hands gripped at your unkept hair. Whatever dream – or nightmare – that had controlled you during your sleep caused it. You swiftly swivel your head back and forth. The room was empty, bare from anyone or anything. All besides the three skulls on top of the door frame across from you.

One of them was a human skull.

Instantly, your chest began to heave. She was going to turn you into that. Every word from before had flew straight over your head. Actions speak louder than words. And if by the looks of the other skulls that decorated the… bedroom, she’s lying to you. You were no pet, nothing more than another trophy on the wall. These were all trophies.

Wait! Her bedroom?! You finally took in the space and its contents. Currently, you had been placed on top of what looked and felt like a bed. Furs covered it. All from different looking creatures she’s probably killed herself. And that was going to be you next. You shuddered and hugged yourself, slightly rocking yourself in a pacifying manner. It did little to quell the quaking of your lungs or the stuttering of your heart.

One wall had an open doorway that seemed to lead into a bathroom. You were unsure in the darkness that nearly consumed the whole space. Only a low light came from the running boards that lined the walls. It was just bright enough to barely make out the skulls and other animal bones that decorated the bedroom. All of them signs of what will happen to you next.

Light flashed bright. It temporarily blinded you. A yelp echoed back at you. Your face scrunched up, eyes unable to accommodate the sudden light so quickly. But the click of talons on metal had a shiver running down your spine, rattling your bones. You tried to fight off the pain to find her.

A warm hand cupped your chin and tilted your head up. The touch had your heartrate spiking even higher than before. Your hands shot out and smacked against a firm, muscular arm that didn’t yield to your attacks. She didn’t even make a single sound of distress and simply held you in place. It was evident that her strength greatly outweighs your own. In multiple ways she’s shown you.

“Calm down, little one,” she grumbled and pinched your chin only slightly harder to gain your attention. You whimpered. Finally, your eyes worked with you to open and find the giant alien leaning over the side of the bed. One of her hands was holding up her weight while the other held your jaw. Your gaze flickered down to the arm on the bed, knowing there was a chance you could kick it out. That may drop her to the bed. Then what? She’ll easily roll over, sit up, and tear your head off of your shoulders for doing such a thing.

“I have told you, you are not in harms way. There is no reason to panic.” Her voice was a rumble, deep. A tone you weren’t use to when it came to feminine figures. Nor did she fit the standards for humans. The only thing you could notice was a slight pronunciation of her chest and wider hips. Besides that, the thickly corded muscles that lined her figure, deep voice, and aggressiveness made you think of her otherwise. That only made you wonder what the male looked on her side of the species.

Your eyes completely stopped hurting from the light and opened all the way. Shyly, you had tucked your head to the side. Not once did you take your eyes off of her. If you were going down, you were going to take every chance to survive. No matter what.

The alien chuffed then released your chin and straightened her posture. She reached towards the end of the bed and push a tray towards you. “Food. Eat. You will need your strength.”

That through you in for a loop. Why in the world would you need your strength if she was going to turn you into one of her trophies? Your gaze narrowed on her, questioning on her intent. What was her point? What was she doing?

“I’m not hungry,” you stated, eyes flickering down to the steaming plate of food for only a second. The scent waft up into your nose and caused your stomach to growl loudly. Heat flushed to your cheeks instantly. “You didn’t hear that.” Now, she won’t believe you for even a second.

Her head tilted to the side. Her mask was still in place, covering whatever lay underneath. All you could read was her body language and hoped it was at least similar to humans.

She pushed the tray close enough to knock it against your shin. You refused to take your eyes of her for even a second. Every moment in a fight counts. Even in one that looks like you won’t win. You’d rather go down trying than willingly give up. “I told you, I’m not hungry.” Thankfully, your stomach decided not to interrupt the conversation.

Clicking sounded from behind the mask. Your brows furrowed, instantly trying to make sense of the noises. It didn’t sound like tongue clicking. It was far too fast. You leaned away from her the best you could with a wall behind you.

“What will get you to eat?” she asked of you in an annoyed tone of voice. She seemed done with your antics. Your heart began to thunder in your ears. Panic settling back into your veins again.

The food smelled wonderful. It was hot and fresh by the looks of it. But, she had made it. There’s a chance she poisoned it. Who knows? She may have the strength to kill you with her bare hands, but what if she’s insane. She has to be since she kidnapped you out of all of your friends. And her wording from before. She had wanted just you. As if she had been stalking you this entire time, picking out a target to become a new plaything.

Fear drew you away from her, scooting towards the side. Until you had the chance to slip off and get onto your feet. “Just let me go, okay? I don’t know what I’ve done to get kidnapped but please. All I want is to go home,” you pleaded with all of your heart. You knew it was going to get denied. There’s a hidden reason she wanted you. More than her calling you her pet. That had to be.

She bowed her head and shook it with disappointment, flowing off of her. “Paya, give me strength.” You heard her uttered barely above a breath. Her head raised so the eye sockets of the mask found your face. The intense stare from her behind the mask was nearly paralyzing. “Listen to me closely: you are my pet now. You will not be harmed. You are not leaving. I have laid my claim over you.”

With the words repeated straight to your face for the fifth time, you paused in your tactical retreat.

The nearest object appeared in your hand a millisecond before it went flying through the air. “No!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, face flush with heat. The next thing you went was nearly in your hand when you felt a presence behind you.

One thickly corded arm wrapped around your waist and tugged you up and off the ground. Your feet kicked wildly, striking every part you could reach. None of it did the damage you wished to see. She only grunted when you hit her knee in a particular spot. Then, she was sitting down on the bed and hold you in her lap. Your back to her chest. That same arm still snug and secure around your waist.

A deep, vibrating purr erupted from her throat and skipped across your skin. Goosebumps arose across your flesh, pebbling the tissue.

Before you had time to realize the effects, your tense muscles began to loosen. Confusion overridden your features. You struggled weakly in her grasp. Then, you went slack against her chest. The purr acting like a drug had added to your system.

“Good,” she interrupted the sound for only a second. Her other hand came up and petted the top of your head. You further relaxed against her, eyes nearly drifting shut. Your heart even slowed back down to normal.

“What… what did you, you do to me?” you slurred and titled your head back to see the underneath of her mask. In your dazed, doused state, you reached up and poked the exposed portion of her jaw. Weird looking jaw. You attempted to hook your finger under the metal and tug it free. She caught your wrist before you fully committed and put it down by your side. “What are you…?”

The alien paused, including the purring. It still affected you heavily despite the silence now entering the air. You were able to think clearer without the constant sound. She let go both of your waist and wrist and reached for the mask. Your eyes grew to the size of saucers. Was she truly going to expose her features to you? Oh god, what did she look like?!

When the mask was pulled off, a hiss of depressurized air sounded in the room. Your brows furrowed at the noise. She continued the move until you tensed back up. All the dopamine in your system instantly went out the window.

She was surely alien and completely inhuman. But… not ugly? You felt weird to think such a thing. Her head was massive with a dome-like shape that elongated the back of her skull. Piercing purple eyes were sharp and deadly to look in. Four mandibles acted like her lips, each ending in a lethal looking fang. Expect one had signs of a fracture. On the out edges of the dome had beige colored spikes that almost created a full crown.

You gulped down the lump in your throat and stayed still. It wasn’t just her claws and strength that could kill you, those mandible could easily gouge an eye out.

“I am Gawtin,” she announced and set the mask off to the side. “And, like I have said, you will be staying with me.”

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙤 — 𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙝𝙤:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 491

𝙖/𝙣: i know ppl were waiting for this chapter eheheh

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, minho cries a bit

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐇

what a brat 

just wreck him wherever 

the fact that you even manage to get the upper hand on him says a lot

and he’s definitely gonna get you back so might as well make it worth the fight 🥰

softly wrecking him does wonders 

get him everywhere just drive him insane 💗

“a—AH!!” Minho shrieked as your arms slid around his waist. “You scared me!” He whined. 

“Sorry!” You giggle, pressing your fingers into his stomach by accident and watching him tense up. “Oh? Did that…tickle?~” 

“N-No! Let go of me, brat!” Min started to squirm and try to twist out of your grasp as you gasped. 

“Now, that’s not nice.” Fingers dug into his sides and Minho was struggling, his lips sealed and face turning a bright red as his lips turned upwards at the corners. 

“mhmhnnmhmm!!” He giggled quietly. You managed to twist both of you onto the couch, where you were seated on the backs of his thighs. 

You only continued to try and tickle him into submission, his ears turning a light red and practically radiating heat. 

Until your fingers were in his armpits. That’s when he broke. “GAHH!! NAHAHAT THEHERE!!” He exclaimed, bucking upwards and finding himself at your complete mercy. 

“You’re such a brat! I need some way to make you stay, kitty cat…” You tease, and he turned even redder, suddenly squealing when your fingers slipped to the tops of his ribs next. 

“AHHHAHAHAHA!! YOUHU SUHUHUCK!!” He screamed, trying his hardest to stop his hysterics but failing.  

Minho began to cry tears of mirth, shoving his arms back to try and grab yours and kicking your back with his socked feet. 

You turn around and grapple his foot. That was enough to get him begging. 

“PLEASE!! NOT THERE I’M TOO TICKLISH THERE!!” Minho began to shriek as you slowly peeled his socks off. 

You shushed him as he began to kick out aggressively, and you managed to lock your legs around his ankles. “You ready?~”

Your fingers scribbled all over the arch of his foot, and to your delight, he lost it, emmitting a high pitched squeal before descending into hysterical laughter. 

“NOOAHHHAHAHAHAHA—!!” Minho squeezed his eyes shut, a wide smile stretching his face as he pounded the couch cushion with his fists in ticklish desperation. 

“Does it really tickle that bad?” You asked in a ‘sympathetic’ tone. 

“YEHEHEHEHES!! PLEHEHEASE LEHET GOOOHOHOHOHO!!” Minho let out another bout of uncontrollable cackles, the soft scribbling of fingers over his sensitive sole driving him absolutely crazy. 

“Mmm…why should I? You’re just too adorable to handle~” 

“PLEHEHEHEASE IHILL DIHIHIHIE!!” 

You decided to let up for a break; Min clearly needed one. 

He panted and slumped onto the couch, still giggling a little and wiping the tears off of his face. 

“Youhu suhuck!! Ihim gohohonna get you back so hard…”

You gasp. “Don’t sass me!” One poke to his knee was enough to get him to shut up. 

[hyukalyptus]

apologies but i’m high rn and i’m thinking of hyuka and ur the first person who came to mind. but i’m thinking about how hyuka would probably be a biter and a squeezer when he cums like. gets so overwhelmed, he gets a handful of whatever squish he can find on ur body and holds on for dear life. he’d feel so bad cuz it’ll leave marks and make you so sore but you love it so much that 90% of the time it brings you right over the edge with him. even better if kai’s inexperienced and doesn’t get that cumming at the same time is not that common, ur just a lil freak that loves to be manhandled lmfao

cw. biting, nail marks, sex (protection not mentioned/implied), chubby!reader, inexperienced kai, mentions of [hair pulling, choking, being tied up] but none of it actually happens lol, i think that's it.

OK ANON WHAT THE FUCK

ahem

first of all- so flattered that *i’m* the first person to come to mind when thinking of hyuka??? that’s so sweet im blushing down rn *^^*

but yes. kai is definitely a biter LOL and ur so right about him being inexperienced and not knowing cumming at the same time isn’t common TT that’s so cute i never thought of that!!! so, like, ehehehe thank you for feeding me today.

anyway- i can really really see the biting thing fr like in missionary (the actual best position tbh) with his face buried in ur shoulder, whimpers and breaths ringing in ur ears.

and like (idgaf if this is an overused trope lmao it’s overused for a reason) inexperienced but doesn’t know how fkn good at fucking you he actually is.

and you don’t wanna overwhelm him with the things that are a lil rougher—hair pulling, choking, being tied up—just yet. but those lil pangs pain from of things he’s doing but doesn’t even know he's doing it. he's just too overwhelmed with pleasure and how amazing you feel <3

and when he does come to his senses and catches his breath again after having an incredible orgasm, he sees the marks all over your body- the teeth marks on ur shoulder, the crescent moons from his nails on ur tit, on ur thigh, on ur waist...he apologizes over and over again. just i'm so sorry- ohmygod. did i hurt you? i didn't mean to. i promise i was trying to be gentle. i was just- you just felt so good. and ur body feels so nice—you have to break him out of his panic like kai, kai calm down- it's okay. i liked it. didn't u feel me cum at the same time? running ur fingers thru his hair while he's all pouty but—

well no i didn't actually...but isn't that what's supposed to happen? nd u just giggle at how absolutely adorable he is :( no that's not what typically happens, but that's okay. that's a good thing. that's how much i liked you squeezing and biting me LOL and he gets this look on his face like ...oh. o.O and breaks out into the cutest giggle u've ever seen.

i need him lmfao

[st-hedge]

dear rat king:

will you please bless your kingdom with more slutty, tight thigh high boots for men, your majesty?

kind regards

your rat subject

Ehehehe yes YES I think I will. And I think I’m gonna do it to nier again cuz I wanna put him in more automata outfits

[yallmakemyassitch]

Lapdog

Summary: Mrs. Mulberry equips the help of someone quite unexpected while in the midst of tormenting her dear companion

Word count: 1168

Character count: 6628

Tobi talks: for you my nigga @yarnprism

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“W-wait! Wahahahit!” Kevin cackled, tugging desperately at his arms held high above his head. He screeched and tossed back and forth in Mrs. Mulberry’s lap, his head laid comfortably on her thighs. She chuckled lowly at her victim, effortlessly pinning the candyman down while two disembodied gloved hands dug and kneaded into the hollows of his armpits.

He almost screamed when the fingertips began to drill into the sensitive flesh, it really was a bad idea to wear a tank top today, especially when she came over to visit. “Plehehease I cahahan’t take it!” Kevin pleaded, his face already a deep red.

She smacked her lips and cooed at him. “Poor poor, Kevin… It seems you were just a little too ticklish today, hm?”

Kevin was going to respond but ended up arching his back once the pair of hands began to knead into his ribs. His laughter turned silent when they vibrated in his lower set of ribs, rapidly digging into the bone. Kevin began to snort and thrash around even harder, much to the amusement of the British women.

“How cute~” The woman cooed, leaning down and kissing the man on the tip of his nose.

“I’M GOHOHANNA DIE!” The candyman begged, the heat now reaching everywhere from the tip of his nose to down his neck.

Mrs. Mulberry almost rolled her eyes. “Now don’t be foolish, Kevin… You won’t perish in my care.”

Kevin didn’t respond and only continued to peddle his legs in the air and tug desperately at his wrists, now that the hands were counting his ribs each row at a time like they were conscious and knew what they were supposed to be doing right now. Agonizingly, no matter where he squirmed, they were pressing their index fingers hard into the sweet spots of pudgy flesh between the bone. They did it on cinc, each moving a row with the other until eventually making it to the top and lingering there, now waggling their fingertips into the hardly protected skin.

The candyman was on the verge of tears and his vision was beginning to get a little blurry. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“But if you want to experience a thing such as death, then I suppose I could simulate it for you.”

Mrs. Mulberry suddenly piped up. The hands on his ribs stopped so he could finally look up at her, donning a silly smile with flushed cheeks. “Ehehehe…what?”

Another pair of disembodied hands manifested themselves right before his eyes and gripped onto his wrists when Mrs. Mulberry let go, her hands now free. Kevin held his breath when shestarted at his wrists, lightly teasing the smooth skin before tracing to his elbows. How he tried to protect himself by trying to curl into a ball was even more adorable than he was now.

“Tickle tickle~” The Brit teased, tracing circles around the small of his bone and into the crook of his arms before eventually making it to his biceps. He reacted strongly and giggled profusely when her fingers slowly dragged up and down the pale flesh. “Heheheheeh! Fuhuhuhuck!”

The Brit then made it to the hollows of his underarms, keeping her claws posed right above them, leaving the candyman on edge.

“Oh Kevin?” He heard her croon.

“Y-yehehehes?” He giggled.

“Do me a favor and laugh for me~” She didn’t waste another second and dove down into the sensitive pits, flexing her fingers into every crevice of the area. The hands on his upper torso resumed, now resorting to squeezing and kneading each side of his ribcage with no intent of stopping.

Kevin was in stitches, throwing his head back and expelling his beautiful laughter into the wide area of her living room.

“PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAP!” He quite literally couldn’t take it, it was just too much for him!

Mrs. Mulberry leaned down, almost to the point where the two were touching noses. “Oh, but that wasn't even the best part, my love.”

Luckily the missus slowly let up and called off the hands going to town on his torso, allowing him a moment of respite as greedily gulped down breaths of air. Kevin went limp, his head sinking further into her thighs as he relaxed from his high. The Brit kissed the top of his forehead and cheek, getting a quiet laugh out of him. This moment of calm was ruined the moment Mrs. Mulberry hooked her arms under his.

The candyman didn’t quite process this in time as he found himself squirming in her grip, giggling nervously. “Wahahait! Nohohot again!”

Mrs. Mulberry seemed highly amused but didn’t say anything, only looking up to whistle. She was calling something, someone and it didn’t take long for this someone to be revealed as their pattering footstep could be heard from the distance. Kevin was left immensely confused when this person turned out not to be a person at all, but an incredibly fluffy and adorable white dog.

They pattered up to their owner and graciously accepted the affectionate hand scratching behind their ear.

“That’s a good boy, Maximus~” The British woman praised, seemingly elated by his presence. Maximus looked thrilled to be around her but his attention was diverted to the man being held hostage in her arms. He turned his snout towards him and sniffed at his neck.

Kevin smiled at the sweet dog and chuckled when the samoyed lapped at his cheek. Everything was going well until Mrs. Mulberry suddenly pulled at the hem of his shirt, exposing his entire belly. Chills ran down his neck once he realized what the British woman was planning.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself to him?” Mrs. Mulberry purred, going back to restraining the candyman.

Kevin gulped nervously and laughed nervously once he realized what was going to happen.

“That’s a good boy, no need to get hasty now…”

Maximus stared at him panting and looked up and down his body, discovering the vulnerable patch of flesh. The smooth, pale skin shivered when he put his nose up to it and snuffled. Kevin didn’t know how something so silly could tickle so badly, thousands of tiny hairs were grazing all over his sides and the top of his belly as Maximus tried to make himself acquainted with the candyman.

“Aw, he’s giving you kisses~” The Brit cooed. Kevin could say otherwise as he’d never giggled so hard in his life. His cheeks were burning and he was smiling so hard it hurt.

“Mahahahax stahahap!” Kevin pleaded, arching his back when the wet nose booped at his navel. Mrs. Mulberry gasped and the dog stopped, turning towards the candyman as he laughed nervously. Did he do something wrong?

“He doesn’t like it when people call him that…”

Just before he could respond, the noirette shrieked when the insanely fluffy samoyed nuzzled furiously into his flesh, briefly nipping the skin. Kevin wasn’t sure how much longer he could take

it but he would have to endure his punishment.

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Fin~

[ratsoh-writes]

Alr that’s good information…how bout the other way around?

Ehehehe how to seduce the boys~

Rhythm: he’s a bit of a damsel, he loves his SO taking the lead. So them spoiling him a bit or being protective over him will get his mind wandering. And socks. He loves thigh highs and lacy socks ;)))

Cider: feel him up. Cider is a fit guy so ask him to flex for you then just grab a handful. It’ll shock him but he definitely won’t be complaining ;))). Or a more domestic way to seduce him is to tell him you did his half of the household chores. You won’t be leaving the bed that night.

[yanoharuhito]

Your bill is such a good design I want to toss him in a mulcher /pos

EHEHEHE THANX PEN

some design notes

shorts! because i saw a post that went like "so apparently bill is like, wearing long thigh high shoes and arm length gloves or something" and i wanted to incorporate that

i wanted him to wear a shawl so he wouldnt be just like. a guy in a formal suit . also its triangular

always facing to the side, like a hieroglyph. he should never EVER have both eyes showing or be facing forwards.

overall should look very angular and flat. should look out of place next to a 3D object. imagine him like a carboard cutout-- that's how he looks in 3d space

hat never actually makes contact with head. it floats

hair should ALWAYS be made up of exactly 5 triangular pieces . there should be no clear distinction of where the hair begins and ends. this is non negotiable

he doesnt have a fixed height on account of changing sizes at will but if he were human i'd place him at 5'5

[t4rt4gl14]

YOU NEEDING REQUEST?? AIGHT BET

I've been dying for some of the genshin man to over stim y/n while fingering them and sucking on their tits 😩😩

— JUST ONE MORE. R18+ — PT.1

featuring: kaeya. diluc. zhongli. childe.

PT.2: itto. kamisato ayato. heizou

PT.3 — BONUS: kazuha. scaramouche. al haitham. ( SEPARATELY )

☒fem!reader. soft/mean dom. fingering. overstimulation/edging. praise/degradation. hickeys. nipple play. semi-public. ‘hold the moan’. nick/petnames e.g ‘slut, baby, dearest..etc’

★ YALL I SAID I WAS GON COME BACK‼️ i missed y’all and enjoy this oneeee <333 [ new theme btw eheheh ]

KAEYA.

laying you down on the silky sheets ever so gently, caressing your smooth skin whilst his other hand snakes to your cunt, the moon illuminating your body which only causes kaeyas cock to strain in his pants. he can already feel it twitch to life but tonight he focuses on pampering you~ sliding one finger, attempting to find your sweet spot; he does so extremely fast and adds another finger. relishing in your sweet moans and whines, how you grip the sheets with each squelch of your dripping pussy— gummy walls tightening once he fingers you with 3 digits. prodding onto your g-spot without fail on each thrust. his thumb rubbing sweet circles on your clit as your orgasm comes crashing down. coating him in your juices as you mewl and convulse— body quivering, not from the cold but from sheer pleasure. “how cute~ oh how i’ve swooned for you, cum again.”

DILUC.

diluc constantly admires how you’re always willing to give him pleasure beyond his imagination. so willingly he returns the flavour; sliding between your thighs, peppering the flesh with hickeys whilst he teases your clothed clit. soon gently taking off your underwear and enjoying the slick that coated your cunt. he wastes no time, sucking on your sensitive bud while 2 fingers smoothly slip in, the sound of your juices slobbering his fingers resonating throughout the room. your fingers latch onto his red locks: tugging and pulling as the pleasure washes over your body however interrupted by that familiar knot tightening in your abdomen, “diluc! dilucdiluc!! m’so close m’gonna cum!!~”, his response was a light groan along with adding another finger. rubbing up on that sweet spot which inevitably causes your body to shake, cumming with a mewl as your back arches; hips bucking up. “not enough…one more, dove”, returning to your sensitive pussy: you wailed and cried out however your pleads were futile, just enjoy the moment <3

ZHONGLI.

in all seriousness you don’t what had gotten into zhongli today, he wasn’t his usual calm self but instead more well kept and strict…was it something you did wrong? the answers yes! your short skirts, high thighs, tight shirts, all causing zhongli to go feral; not to mention the man is basically a dragon. so here you were in his office at wungsheng funeral parlour, fingers ramming in n out of your cunt, his other hand toying n pinching your nipples whilst leaving hickeys all over your neck. “what a slut..dressing up like a whore; did you really think i wouldn’t notice??”, despite his degradation he was most definitely turned on! the bulge pressing up against your ass spoke for him. however soon enough his free hand slid down to your cunt and rubbed circles along your clit. clamping down on his fingers like a vice before cumming, throwing your head back onto his shoulder and softly moaning in his year. eyes rolling back when he continues and demands another orgasm. “cant cum again? nonsense. you can and you will.”

CHILDE.

when was he ever going to stop teasing you? shoving in 3 fingers whilst licking up your sweet cunt, grinning at how your knees buckle and your puffy clit twitches at the slightest; you’re sure your entire body is sore and the overstimulation feels like electricity coursing through your veins..but even when you tug on his finger locks the slight sting brings him joy. blood rushing to his cock, his tip oozing with the pre-cum, ooohhh how he just wants to shove it all inside and ravage you till the sun comes up alas perhaps your cute squirming will suffice for now, “mmng ajax! i-i cant! stop!~ cant cum again ohhmnng~”, your thighs squeezing his head however he just splits your legs back open, “oh? but i feel like you can take another..you can’t be that weak cmonnn”, he once again teases, rubbing your clit with his thumb…certainly going to be a long night indeed.

[thee-kurojo]

You’re Staring - Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: None really. Well a mention of finger fucking eheheh. Lemme know if I missed anything. Not proofread lol

Okay I just had to write this down. Im gonna put the picture that made me think of this at the end skdjdkdjd

The stakes were high. The odds were against you and you guys were definitely heading into certain death. But you couldn’t help how you were damn near drooling over Eddie. There he was, just sitting with his legs close to his chest, hiding behind Steve’s seat and trying to keep a low profile, considering you were at a store with high traffic. His arms draped over each leg and hands dangling loosely in front of him, one holding the other.

His Hands.

His. Hands.

The rings, his fingers…just everything about them. God you couldn’t believe yourself. You guys are literally about to fight a fucked up, child murdering, power having psychopath and you’re thinking about your boyfriends HANDS. This had to be an all time low.

“sweetheart?” You hear him, saying one of your fave pet names but that didn’t pull you out of your trance. Is he vecna? Like this is insanity, how can hands be so so so pretty?

“Bunny?” Your ears perk up when you hear your actual favorite nickname and you blink away your sinister thoughts, tearing your eyes from his hands and looking up at him.

“Sorry what? Yeah?” You stumble, raising your brows slightly. You would be embarrassed but Eddie knows how much you love his hands so it’s not really that that’s got your face burning, it’s the fact you’re in this situation and all you can think about is being fingerfucked to the gods, by a god.

He chuckles, shaking his head and getting up from his seat and knee crawling his way over to you, putting his hands on your thighs, making you close your eyes for a second, reopening them to see your pretty boy looking up at you with a gorgeous smirk adorning his face.

“Whatcha thinking about?” He starts, biting his lip slightly.

“I’ll tell you later..” You say, shaking your head and putting your hands on his cheeks, rubbing your thumb across some of his freckles softly.

He brought his hands to your wrist, turning his head slightly and kissing your palm, looking back up at you.

“Oh cmon that’s not fair, spill it” he grumbles playfully, smiling a little wider when he saw you smile.

“It’s embarrassing, I shouldn’t be thinking about it right now” You whine, Leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, giving him a light hug.

You sighed when he wrapped his arms around you, setting his hands on your lower back and pushing you a little bit closer to him.

“I get three guesses” He says into your neck, giving it a small kiss and smiling against it, moving his head to your ear. “That alright?” He questions, pulling back to see your face.

You only nod in agreement, laughing a little when he squints at you.

“Yes yes that’s fine, go ahead guess” You chuckle, rolling your eyes at him.

“It’s my hair?”

Nope.

“My face?”

Nope.

He smirks, biting the inside of his cheeks before pulling his arms back from around you, holding his hands up in front of your face, wiggling his fingers slightly.

“It’s my hands isn’t it?” He answers correctly, smiling smugly which makes you roll your eyes with a big stupid smile on your face.

“god I hate you, how’d you know?” You groan, putting your hands over your face*

“Baby you were staring so hard you didn’t even notice I was looking at you” He chuckles, pulling your hands from your face gently and leaning up to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Why do you know me so wellll?” you whine, crossing your arms over your chest, pouting like a kid.

“Because I know what you like” He answers smugly, dropping his hands on your sides. “And I love you.”

“Oh shutup” you squint, shaking your head at him.

He smiles before attacking your sides with tickles, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles, trying to push his arms away.

“You guys are disgusting” Dustin groans, rolling his eyes are you two.

“Listen Butthead, when you see your girl again, I’m sure you’ll be exactly like me” Eddie scolds, pointing at him. “Mind your business”

You laugh at the two, watching Eddie get up and go over to the boy, starting to wrestle with him playfully.

There were no words to describe how much you loved him.

Something to hold you guys over whilst I finish savior pt 3 🫶🏾 love you guys. Also here’s the pic.

Taglist - @lily-sinclair-2006 @natashaashleymarvelromanoff @buckys2thicc @stratospherewalker

Creds to gif maker 🤍🫶🏾

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

Just Teasin: La Squadra x Reader

a/n: ehehehe la squadra flirting with/teasing their crush also hi again here is content this has been in my drafts for about a year now and i finally finished it !!!

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, playful teasing, flirting, pre-relationship, a little bit suggestive at some parts, implied short-ish reader, hinted polyamory (sorlato)

~Risotto~

-for someone that's supposed to be the mature, stoic leader of an assassin team he teases you a lot. pretty much any chance he gets, he'll take

-his ways of teasing are more subtle and he doesn't do it around the team very much

-he will definitely scare you, he'll turn invisible and sneak up behind you before grabbing your shoulders and probably making you drop whatever you were holding

How He Flirts With/Teases You:

-Placing his hand on your waist and pressing his chest to your back when he reaches for something you're standing under

-On missions he'll whisper in your ear and stand really really close to you

-Puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs the place between your neck and shoulder with his thumb

-Calls you stuff like cara/caro (dear) or piccolo tesoro (little darling)

~Prosciutto~

-Also another squad member who's supposed to be mature and serious but totally isn't

-Pros will tease you all the fucking time. On a mission? Teasing. Trying to relax at HQ? Teasing. Literally he won't stop

-Even though he does it literally every day, nobody really knows he's teasing you because he doesn't make it super obvious

How He Flirts With/Teases You:

-Resting his hand just above your ass while you two are out in public

-Caressing your cheek with the back of his hand when nobody's looking

-Calling you into his room to pick which shirt he should wear that day (when he doesn't have one on)

-Putting his hand on your thigh/leg when you sit next to him

~Pesci~

-You'd think since he freaks out about how you perceive him he wouldn't mess with you too much right? incorrect.

-Sort of like a high school boy about it tbh, he's more similar to Formaggio in that way even though his mentor is such a stickler about behavior and manners

-Totally gets red in the face if anybody mentions how he acts different around you when you've left the room though

How He Flirts With/Teases You:

-Compares your hand sizes a LOT, you guys could be doing literally anything (including running from an enemy) and he'd make a comment about how your hands were compared to his

-Fake punches you on the shoulder whenever he passes by you; he'll also throw fake slow-motion punches at you and instigate silly "arguments" over the tiniest things

-Pesci is a pretty big dude, he's the second tallest (beat out by risotto obviously) in the group so unless you're also 6'2 he'll steal things out of your hands and make you jump to get whatever it is back

-Always suggests you guys pretend to be a couple when you're trying to blend in when you guys are paired up on missions and he'll play it up a bunch

~Formaggio~

-Literally nobody is surprised about how not-subtle he is when he's flirting with/teasing you

-It'll hardly ever stop either, so get ready for that too. The only time he'll quit doing it is if it's an insanely serious situation (i.e.: someone [not illuso] is dying)

-Like Pesci, he flirts like a teenager, so most of the shit he says to you is really stupid and is more to annoy you than try winning your affection

How He Flirts With/Teases You

-Always always always breaking out some absolutely horrendous pick-up lines on you, he looks up top 50 worst pick up lines and uses them all within the day

-Is also always trying to get you to agree to go on a date with him; a lot of him getting melone, illuso, and ghiaccio to play waiter after setting up some candles in the headquarter's shitty dining room

-Kind of talks to you how he would talk to his cat?? He uses a lot of stupid ass nicknames when referring and speaking to you and breaks out the baby talk to really annoy you

-Hangs all over you. There isn't a single place you could be where he wouldn't immediately follow (except like, the bathroom but you get what i'm saying); he especially loves making himself tiny and chilling out in one of your pockets (whether or not you notice doesn't matter to him)

~Illuso~

-He is genuinely so awful oml

-When you guys are both around the team he makes fun of and is mean to you so much you'd think he hated you

-But, when you're both alone, he's very similar to Prosciutto in the way he speaks to and interacts with you. It's very confusing

How He Flirts With/Teases You

-Like I said, when you're around the team he's a massive prick. He'll pick at every little thing you do; your performance levels on your missions, your stand, your outfit that day (even though he's dressed like that)

-He thinks he's being clever, throwing any suspicions of his feelings towards you away, but everybody just thinks it's super obvious and weird how much he talks about you even when you aren't there

-When you guys are alone though, it's a whole other game. He'll intentionally make his voice lower and softer, so you'll have to be closer to him to hear what he's saying properly. He'll sprinkle in a lot of almost suggestive comments so you can never really tell what he's trying to convey to you

-He'll also turn his prior statements into something he can use to get physically closer to you; holding your face in his hands to "inspect it for any unsightly blemishes" and running his hands along the material of your clothing (and your body, by proxy) so he can "properly gauge how cheap your tastes are"

~Melone~

-Also awful just in a completely different way compared to Illuso

-Very affectionate, almost treats you like a pet with how much he dotes on and touches you

-Obviously this weirdo is gonna say some freaky shit to try getting you flustered or embarrassed

How He Flirts With/Teases You

-Like I said, he's very touchy. He'll drape his entire body across your own when you guys are trying to sit and watch TV, he'll hang off of you when you're trying to cook, he'll have his hands on some part of you as long as he has you within the same general area

-Loves to spoil you with material items too, so he'll drag you along on shopping trips a lot. Most of the time, he wants to get you clothing, so there will be a lot of him picking out some rather revealing outfits and loudly encouraging you to try them on and model for him

-When you guys are paired on long-distance missions, he always books a hotel/motel room with only one bed so the two of you will have to sleep together. You usually wake up with him drooling all over the side of your face, which is gross, but whatever

-He isn't all weird though, Mel keeps a notebook full of everyone on the team's favorite things, and he uses your page quite often. He'll pick up your favorite food or drink if he sees it when he's out, he'll get some random bit of merchandise from your favorite media if he finds it, though he always leaves this stuff right outside your bedroom door instead of giving it to you directly

~Ghiaccio~

-God this guy can't flirt for shit

-He tries really hard to come across as mysterious and cool but he really just...isn't good at it. It makes him look a lot meaner than he already is with how his resting face looks and the way he phrases a lot of his sentences

-Sometimes it can be really cute when you guys are all alone and he decides he doesn't have to keep up his extreme-asshole personality

How He Flirts With/Teases You

-Loves sneaking up on you and demanding you accompany him on a drive; doesn't matter what you were doing beforehand you are in the car and getting a CD booklet shoved into your lap. He's pretty quite during the whole thing, which kinda makes you second guess his intentions with bringing you out into the country at 11 pm, but eventually he'll drop the scowl and work up the courage to keep his hand on your thigh

-Likes spouting a bunch of random facts about literally anything around you so it makes him look smart. It really just makes him look douchey, but he really doesn't know any other way to impress someone

-Sometimes he'll get Melone to have a fake argument with him so he can go to you and just spend time around you. He doesn't know how to ask to hang out with someone without sounding like he's trying to kill them, so this is the best he can do

-Has definitely made the base much colder than it should be and has hidden most of your heavier jackets/sweaters so he can give you some of his own

~Sorbet and Gelato~

-They're both so scary but they're also both really good at making that scary insanely hot

-Gelato is a lot more touchy with you than Sorbet is, and Sorbet definitely is touchy but he's more prone to flirting through words rather than touch alone

-They are so so weird and Gelato definitely bites

How They Flirt With/Tease You

-They both talk very loudly about the prospect of adding a third person to their relationship when you're around; if you have the courage to look at them during these conversations you'll usually find their eyes already on you

-Gelato likes to corner you in a random room in the house that nobody else is in, grab you, them lean in really close to your face until your noses are practically touching. He'll stare at you like that for a couple minutes before giggling like a weirdo and running off to find Sorbet again

-Sometimes Sorbet will call you into the kitchen to help him cook, and while you're reaching for something in the cabinets or refrigerator he'll come up behind you and keep his hands on your waist and whisper some random sexy bullshit in your ear before walking back to the stove

-Sometimes if it's just the three of you in a room, or god forbid the whole house, they'll never leave you alone. Sorbet likes to creep up behind you to scare you while Gelato keeps you in place from the front, effectively trapping you in between the two

[devildomditzy]

hii!! i love ur posts !! they always make me smile >w< i wanted to request the brothers reacting to a chubby mc ^^ i hope you have a great rest of your timezone!!!

wowie woaw anon you are my first inboxed request 😎 i am kissing u on the lips

With a Chubby MC

Lucifer

He never admit it out loud, but during council meetings you’re his biggest distraction

He thinks your beautiful and can’t help himself from staring

That RAD uniform fits you a little too well ehehehe

He loves your cheeks, he wants to caress your face just to end up grabbing your chin to bring your focus to him (as it should be)

Mammon

You gotta understand, this boy is head over heels for you even when you are a sheep. A SHEEP!!!

Mammon thinks you’re perfect no matter what you look like because you’re his and you’re you

But!!! Hips!!! He is going to grab them 😈

They are soft and squishy and MC they’re literally made for holdin’ stop tryin’ to wiggle free from his grasp ya know he’s not lettin’ go

He likes to pinch you bc he’s a little fucked up and evil 🤧

Levi

Thighs 👁👄👁

Thigh Highs??!!?!! 👁🫦👁 🖐😫

If you dare to put on a tennis skirt with those thigh highs he is doomed

Knee high socks that have a little bit of your leg spilling over the top? Suddenly his nose is bleeding

MC this isn’t fair!!! You’re purposely trying to distract him from the latest Ruri-Chan episode, aren’t you?!

Sit on him plz 🥴

Asmo

Asmo is absolutely obsessed with you. Okay, maybe not as much as himself but a close second for sure!!!

Since he has a slender build, dressing you opens him to a whole other world of fashion that he can’t wear himself, but can make sure you look darling in

If clothes shopping makes you generally uncomfortable, leave it up to the Avatar of Lust to be your personal stylist/designer

Pictures of you are littered all over his Devilgram 🥹

He worships you 💕 (almost as much as himself)

Satan

He doesn’t give a fuck now put on the cat ears 🔫😡

What Satan looks for in a partner is someone who matches his intellect and wit, so honestly looks don’t play a big factor into it

But, he thinks you’re gorgeous all the same

He enjoys having you in his lap while he reads

It’s become second nature so much so that he now finds it difficult to focus if you’re not there

Beel

Hey, it’s more of you for him to snuggle 🥰

You have become this man’s personal teddy bear

He likes to bench press you skenfnsodkfk (Beel plz pick me up)

He loves your arms, you give the softest hugs he’s ever felt and it makes his heart swoon when you wrap your arms around him

Also would love a partner not afraid to snack with him so if that’s you he wants to marry you in an instant

Belphie

Hello human body pillow :)

He’s ditching his cow print pillow in favor of begging you to let him lay on your stomach, thighs, you name it

He also likes it for… less innocent reasons

More places to mark as his 😈

[sohcah-toa]

This is probably your third ask about the camgirl posts. But could you do an ayato/diluc version? I would very much enjoy reading that ehehehe

💟 ofc! i hope u enjoy <3 they're separated btw!

⚠️ mature content | f reader | modern au

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You're absolutely inlove with Diluc. You always go in his tavern. You sigh, you know Diluc would never be into you, especially that you're doing this thing on the internet. Diluc must not like girls like that but you just can't stop it.

"What's the matter?" Diluc asked, ever so nicely while pouring a drink.

You look at him "Oh nothing, just the guy I like will never be into me probably"

Diluc smirked, it was just a small one but he still did "You might be wrong, how do you know? Who do you like?"

You ponder for a bit then answer "I have secrets, secrets nobody likes .. probably and the person I like is a secret too"

You go home, feeling tipsy but that's nothing new. You always drink before doing your job. You felt gloomy so you were excited. All your life you've been dragged down by different kinds of people, you always get stressed out so this is kind of your stress reliever where people say nice things to you. It feels good being praised.

"What do you think of my outfit guys?" You ask them, acting flirtier than usual because of the alcohol "Isn't it pretty?" then the comments got flooded by praises. You know it's embarrassing to even admit but what's wrong with wanting to be complimented? You're not doing anything wrong anyway.

Then 'accidentally' you pulled the tie to your bra, revealing your breasts, you acted surprised "Oops!" you giggled a little "I think you guys liked that a bit too much"

You want to laugh out loud because of the comments but someone always catches your eye, the grape juice forever, for some reason that person reminds you of Diluc. The grape juice? The way they comment is exactly the way how Diluc speaks.

After a few minutes, your live just ended. Then for the first time in forever, grapejuicelover messaged you privately.

You felt your heart pound. You were just thinking of this person! How did they even know that you're lonely?! Well, if it'll make the both of you happier. You replied 'with pleasure'.

He started calling, you were nervous, what does this person look like? When both the cameras started, the person's face can't be seen. The camera was only from their to torso to their thighs, looking at the camera now, you realize that he's a guy. He was shirtless.

"Wow, you have toned muscles" You tell him, observing his body and honestly, you feel like wanting to be fucked by him.

With no hesitations he let his erect dick out. You were already naked from earlier's live. You gasped a little "You're so — big"

He wasn't much of a talker. He started stroking himself, you hear his hot and sexy grunts which fuels you to touch yourself and be great at it, making sure he was feeling good.

You rub your clit in circles, your other hands on your breast, rubbing and making it bounce. You moaned "Oh shit" you stared at the screen, looking at his thick cock, his pre cum flowing down "You're so big, please give it to my pussy"

You try being sexy but the person won't talk, but everytime you do act sexy, his dick twitches. You were moaning, a finger going in and out you while he massages himself, spreading his pre cum on his own cock, grunting and moaning to himself, breathing hard.

He was so focused on watching you touch yourself. Unlike most people who looks at your pussy everytime you do that, he was staring at your moaning face. He just loves that reaction, the one you give yourself. He's thinking all sorts of things like fucking you senselessly, about what your face will make once he goes deep inside you and he wanted it so bad.

"Fu—ck, I'm close!" You moaned, with two fingers inside your pussy and a finger rubbing your nipples, you feel your high. Your fingers were do wet, your slick was on the sheets "Oh my go—d" you shivered, your toes curling because of the pleasure.

Him, meanwhile, is just enjoying the show, edging himself, waiting for you to cum, on what face you make when you cum while staring at him rubbing his thick erect cock. He was so close and you were taking a long time. Focused on your face, he came, he couldn't help it anymore. White stuff came out, making his shorts wet. He muttered "Shit" in a very quiet voice.

You screamed and let yourself come, your legs raised and shivering, you felt weak. You tried catching your breath before staring at the screen again. You saw that he came already. You remembered his mutter earlier and it felt oddly familiar.

He then messaged you again, saying "I enjoyed myself. Thank you. You were beautiful"

Your cheeks turned red, why is he so wholesome? He was shy to speak "Thank you too" he logged off and then paid. You sigh "Damn, he was so hot. Exactly my type"

The next day, you were at the tavern and Diluc was there again. So you prepare yourself to get hurt like all the other times "Hey" you greet him.

He waved and smiled "What can I do for you?"

You sigh, in your mind you're asking him to be just yours "Just the usual" you look at his side and there was grape juice, you giggle to yourself thibking how cute he was, so you tease him a little "You brought one this time" you've never actually seen him drink one before, he just told you he love it.

"Yeah" he smiled, pouring your drink "The girl I like likes somebody else" and then you realize how familiar that sounded, thinking about who said it to you.

You have no answer to his response, not because it was awkward, because you kept thinking who it was that said that to you.

"Do you want coffee?" He asked, you nod, not exactly focused. He then start preparing, after a few seconds later, he mutters "Shit" in a very quiet voice because he touched the hot kettle.

Your eyes widen and you point at him "Y-You!!!" that's when you realize "Y-Y-You! It was you?!" you were so surprised that you couldn't even speak. You just went up the counter and started feeling his body.

Diluc immediately blushed "Y/n? What are you doing?" he made sure to not let the hot kettle stick to you.

After feeling his abs and everything, you were sure "You're the grape juice forever guy!!"

— end

AYATO ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

You always feel like .. somebody's watching you. You were cleaning in front of the Kamisato Estate, with Thoma doing other stuff, you had no choice but to do all of his job in here. You sigh and wipe the sweat on your forehead "This job is killing me. Atleast let me see Kamisato Ayato for fuck's sake, this is why I took this job anyway"

You take a break for a while, sitting on the table, mop in hand "Thoma, where the hell are you? I hate you so much right now" you sigh. You're doing everything you can just to make ends meet.

You lower your head, napping on the table, feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier "I'm so — sleepy"

A few minutes later you woke up, suddenly standing straight up "Oh shit! I fell asleep!" you look everywhere and everything is still the same. Everybody's busy. You sigh and drink the juice in front of you then you realize "Wait! Where the hell did this come from?! It tastes .. awful!" you almost vomit but someone is walking towards you "M-My Lord!" you stand up and greet him. Your heart pounding, it's weird because you just dreamt about him touching your neck and waist, whispering things in your ear. You become even more nervous thinking about it, your face hot, your pussy hotter.

"Y/n. Is everything alright?" He asked, staring at you and the juice from time to time, it's hard not to notice "Is that juice?"

You nod "Y-Yes my Lord, but I don't recommend it .. it tastes burnt somehow, burnt juice. I'll make you some right away!"

He frowned, his heart just sunk "N-No need" he said, walking away sloppily with a sad face, like he was about to cry.

"What? Is something wrong with him?" You ask yourself, continuing to clean. You think he's adorable, he appears to be intimidating but once you play chess with him, he turns into this different guy.

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"Home at last, but the job never ends does it?" You sigh to yourself, you fix everything up "Atleast, I get to enjoy this job plus I miss that boba lover guy. I haven't logged in for a while"

You're not a famous camgirl by any means, you just stay here because of that boba lover guy you always talk to. Honestly, he pays you quite a lot and he doesn't even have to because you're not that active!

You took a bath and got into some comfy sexy clothes, you felt hot. You look at yourself in the mirror "Is this okay?" you sigh, you're still a little shy after all.

You finally went live. There are a few regular watchers and you like them "Hi" you say, your cheeks blushing, too much skin was exposed "Um, I went a little risky today"

Your fans know each other by now because they're just the only ones always there, it's adorable. You start your live, you enjoy doing this because of them.

After the live, you sigh to yourself, you can't bring yourself to cum, you wonder why "Maybe it's because of that mysterious burnt juice. Wait, did Ayato make that? He was there at the right moment. Oh no, did I accidentally hurt his feelings?!"

Just when you were about to panic, someone messaged you saying they want a private session. It was bobalover .. as usual. He's the only one asking you for private sessions, he's hot and sexy plus he got a big dick so you accept everytime plus it's not everyday.

You call him and he answers immediately, as if he was waiting for it all this time. He always always have a voice changer, you also can't see his chest. You can only see his down part along with his thighs.

You were so ready to cum so you quickly open your folds so he could see.

"Gorgeous" he said, kinda weird with that voice changed but you got used to it by now "Put a finger in" you did as he said and moaned out loud.

Your finger went in and out of you, your eyes closed and your tongue out "O-oh god" you moaned. He took his pants off, his cock sprung up, twitching before he even starts stroking himself.

You hear him grunt from pleasure. You keep moaning, inserting another finger in, your other hand fondling your breast, rubbing your own nipple from time to time. You use your elbow to keep you from laying down, you were feeling a little tired because of working all day.

You stared at him as he strokes up and down, his pre cum going to his hand and spreading into his whole length as he pumps himself faster and faster "C-cum for me" he whispered, grunting, feeling his high so he urges you to cum too.

"I-I'm close" you moan, your slick covering your fingers, going in and out of your hole, you feel knots in your stomach, your thumb rubbing your own clit, adding more to the pleasure, you moaned "A-Ayato! I'm cumming! Fuck me Ayato! i'm cumming!" you came in a matter of seconds and realized what you just had said.

Your face turned red. You saw bobalover cum on himself, you hear his heavy breaths. You were so embarrassed that you just suddenly ended the call "Fuck, I said Ayato's name" you buried yourself in your pillow "Damn it!!"

The next day, Thoma was finally here "Tired?" he asked with a smile "I bet you are"

Although he was talking about something else, you didn't realize it "Yeah, you weren't here yesterday! I was so tired"

"Sorry, some important business" He sighed then he got called by the other staff. You were alone once again but not for long.

You see Ayato walking towards you again, your face became flushed, embarrassed "M-My Lord!" you greeted him with a bow, to hide your red face.

He placed his index finger on your chin to lift your face up, you're now face to face, your noses almost touching "Meet me inside, come alone" he whispered and walked away.

You feel your heart pounding, about to jump out of your chest "Oh my God, I'm about to faint" you say to yourself. Ayato was already inside, what could he possibly want? And to go alone?

You gulp "I'm so nervous" your grip on the broom was tight. You remembered last night again when you accidentally moaned out his name while cumming. Your face felt hot as you walk inside where Ayato is.

— end