#its little arms and legs and tummy fold out

[heyclickadee]

I’m not really a merch person, I’m not really a loungefly person, I don’t have the money for a loungefly bag right now because they are way too expensive, the new loungefly popples bag is kind of ugly in a cute way and I don’t want it but it POPS like a popple and I’m not going to buy it because, again, the funds are not there and it’s plush and therefore completely impractical as a bag (it’d get dirty immediately), but I’m still going to sit here doing nostalgia fueled grabby hands towards it.

[buckyalpine]

Sensitive, leaky Bucky

Certified perv speaking. Bucky who is so sensitive, his cock is so leaky and he has 0 control over how much of a mess he makes each time he cums. The serum dials everything to 100. The first time he saw you, he could feel spurts of precum dampening his boxers and he knew he was done for.

The first time he makes out with you, he runs off without a word after, making you wonder if you crossed a boundary but no. He can’t look you in a face and tell you he came in his pants like a teenager when you hadn’t even touched him. It took everything in him not to whine and whimper while feeling your soft lips on his, squeezing your waist a little tighter than usual when his cock started to throb painfully agains this jeans. As soon as your tongue is laced with his, he has to resist the urge to moan, his balls tightening, with cum pumping through his cock and wetting the front of his pants. His chest was heaving, body feeling hot, he couldn’t even dignify himself with a short orgasm. He presses his hand to his throbbing cock in the elevator, biting back a moan, hitting his head back against the wall when it throbs again. It takes everything for him to not unzip his pants right then and there so he can pull his cock out and stroke every drop out.

Bucky whose cock is sooo wet and leaky, he’s embarrassed the first time you have him naked, legs spread apart, a clear, sticky mess decorating the head of his cock, dripping down into his tummy. He wished he had some semblance of control instead of constantly nearly ejaculating but he has no idea how much you love on him like this.

You love the way his cock jumps and twitches each time take off a piece of clothing. The second you place your hands on his bare skin, he moans, his cock swelling more, balls growing heavier.

“What is it baby boy” you coo, kissing his inner thigh, his delicious natural scent and musk soaking your cunt.

“Sen-sensitive” he looks at you with pleading eyes, his cock throbbing, torn between needing you to touch him and staying far away because he has no control around you. He’s not a virgin but he’s never gotten head before either and he’s sure he’ll fill your mouth within seconds.

“Do you want me to suck your cock Jamie?” A pearly white drop drips from the tip and you smirk at how gone he is.

“I-I’ll cum” he whispers with pink cheeks, gasping when you take his heavy balls in your mouth, suckling and nursing. “Doll-please-I can’t”

He needs to be inside you, man handling you till you find yourself on top of him, your chest pressing against his. He doesn’t give you a second to think, pushing his cock in and planting his feet, thrusting up into you.

“B-bucky!!“ you squeal at the feeling of his balls hitting your ass, his fat cock stretching you open wide. He clings onto you tight, panting and moaning, the feeling of your tight cunt too much within a few strokes.

“Fuck, M’gonna cum!!” his back arches off the bed, head thrown back against the pillow, “OH FUCK YES” He can’t stop thrusting, holding into your overstimulated form while he empties himself, his orgasm unending.

“Jamiee” you whine, your greedy cunt pulling him back in, his cum spilling everywhere because he’s still throbbing. “You’re making a mess baby”

His eyes roll back at the thought of the warm white cream that’s covering your folds, all of his cum decorating your pussy and it just makes his cock throb more.

“I know-I know doll-Hngg-mph-fuck I can’t stop” his he whines, hiding his face into your neck, his arms nearly limp but his hips don’t stop moving, still rutting up, obscene squelching sounds growing louder. “It’s-its the serum-fucked my cock up, so sensitive, so much cum”

“You’re cumming so much baby”

“Yeah, s’too much, c‘ mom please doll, feels so good, you make me so hard it hurts” he babbles, rolling over so he’s on top, keeping his cock warm, his load soaking the sheets. He rolls his hips slowly, grinding his greedy length in as far as it would go, cuddling his face into your neck again, “m’sorry”

“It’s okay baby, it’s your pussy” you coo and realize what a grave mistake that was because he groans, his cock swelling again, slamming back into you fucjing you with a new purpose.

“S’mine? Fuck, all mine baby?” His eyes are feral now and you feel every ripple and divot is muscle tensed as he fucks harder, “gonna make a mess in my pussy doll, gonna keep busting in my pussy till you have to change the sheets. Gonna empty my cock in my pussy all fuckin’ night”

And he does just that. It takes him minutes for him to finish each time, panting and grunting, feral over how good his orgasms feel and how long they last when he’s thrusting into you till your crying. His mouth gets filthier each time and there’s no stopping it.

“Is your belly all full of cum baby? Did you drink UO every drop your Sargent gave you?”

“Such a pretty milky pussy baby, lookit you, covered in so much cream, get ready for more doll, m’not done”

“Better keep your night free doll, m’fuckin hard and I wanna empty my cock so bad”

His favourite and most unhinged things to do when he’s jealous and possessive is to have you naked on your knees while he jerks himself off, leaning agains t the wall, painting your face and body with ropes of his spend. His eyes squeeze shut as he fucks his fist, thrusting his hips forward when another wave of pleasure consumes him, nearly trembling and buckling over. He cums and cums till your face drips with cum, dribbling down your neck and nipples, and of course he’s going to get you to lie down so he can jerk himself onto your pussy, marking his territory and all you can do is take it while he soaks your-

Idk what’s wrong with me

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Alien Escape

Male Alien Yandere × Gender Neutral Reader

(CW: Noncon, oviposition, breeding, overstimulation, crying, fear, minor character death, weird alien dick, minor mentions of medical experimentation (NOT on reader), alien, implied abduction, general yandere behavior)

Word Count: 680

(Just something I typed up on my phone because it was in my head and demanded to be written, a nice little mini-fic. Hope you enjoy!)

Tears streamed down your face, and your legs burned and ached from running so fast through the labyrinthine halls. Your frenzied footsteps on the cold tile floor were completely drowned out by the incessant blaring of the alarms.

When you slipped and broke the containment field, you had doomed everyone.

At last, you had made it to the exit. But it was covered by a heavier metal door with no handle.

Of course. The entire site was on lockdown now.

Maybe you could double back and hide in one of the abandoned rooms. If they weren't sealed off by now, too.

You ran off down a side corridor, but it was a dead end. Maybe it wouldn't come this way since it wasn't the way out.

Suddenly, the alarms and all the lights turned off. Probably sucked dry due to the escaped alien's ability to absorb energy.

You huddled into a corner in the darkness, nothing visible.

Then you saw light. Coming from far down the hall. The pale sickly green glow of the alien slowly approaching.

When he entered your field of view fully you gasped. He had a struggling Colonel Hughs in his arms, a hand over his mouth.

The alien slowly walked towards you and as he did so, he impaled Hughs with a spike that protruded from his wrists causing the colonel to rapidly age before turning to dust.

The alien had absorbed his life force.

It was humanoid, but had no eyes, nose, or mouth. Scars from "research" littered his body. Its wrist spike retracted back into itself as it slowly stepped towards you.

His strange ribbed cock poking out of his genital slit and lengthening as he approached.

It looked slimy and writhed as if with a will of its own. All while glowing with the same green light the rest of his body did.

You cowered and sobbed. You weren't ready to die. You weren't ready to die. You weren't ready to die.

And you weren't going to.

The alien had no intention to hurt you. He wanted you to be his incubator.

Out of all the people in the facility you were the only one he sensed any sympathy from. And no ill will. He only sensed regret and anxiety whenever your gaze landed on him.

It was the only modicum of kindness he experienced while being captured, contained, and experimented on.

He clung to it, focused on it. It was a lifeline for him.

And when you broke the containment unit he was housed in, he was convinced you had been purposefully trying to free him.

As he loomed over you, he could sense your fear. He gently wiped your tears away with his prehensile cock before pulling you up, turning you around, and pulling your pants down.

Yes~

This would do perfectly as a receptacle for his egg.

You begged and babbled, sure that he was about to turn you into dust.

When his slimy dick worked its way into you the noises you were making progressed into screams.

He put his hands carefully on your fragile human hips as his priggle writhed all around inside you, causing you to squirm and moan involuntarily in pleasure.

If he had a mouth your alien mate would have cooed at that sound.

The alien's dick molded itself to your inside perfectly, to kiss every little fold of your intimate depths, leaking viscous goo as it did so.

After your tenth forced orgasm from your otherworldly lover your legs finally gave out and he had to hold you close as he pumped one final time into you.

He deposited a large egg inside causing your tummy to bulge out, quite beautifully in his opinion.

The creature put his hand on your head and used his abilities to make you fell into a well earned sleep.

Green slime leaked from your entrance and down your legs when he pulled out of you.

It was a good thing you were a janitor, because once he had you back on his home world you'd be dealing with this mess daily.

[eunuchve]

tags: breeding kink, mentioning pregnancy, al haitham is feral, degradation kink (like REALLY degrading), slight yandere at the end? possesiveness? cumflation, gendered term (mother (idk of thats gendered tbh)) + an aftercare (if you could call it that). a.n: *looks at this fic* i did my best i really do pairings: al haitham x afab!reader

al haitham is a straightforward man.

he talks the talk and walks the walk, he doesn't waste time with idle chitchat and likes to get to the heart of the discussion; whether it is regarding his work, his house, or even you.

so when his cock messages your inside, unrelenting in its pace; you know it is for a purpose. you hear him groan lowly as he continues hitting your g-spot -- shocks of pleasure run through every time he does, leaving your lips open and drooling.

"I will fuck a baby into you," he whispers into your ears, his hand grabbing your thigh, putting your leg over his shoulder to reach even deeper. you mewl the moment you can feel his fat cock hit your cervix, parts you thought he'd never dare to reach.

"hai-hayi-." you gasped- moans his name and your nails digging into his biceps as he has a firm grip on your waist, holding it tight enough to bruise. he would love that probably, another mark to make you his.

"wouldn't you look so gorgeous pregnant?" he rasp, what control he has over his grunts disappear; thrusting his cock deeper, harder, faster. His finger finds your clit, tugging and pinching the little hardened nub till he finally hears your pleas. "Wouldn't you want to be the mother of my children?"

you gulp, unable to focus your vision as another wave of pleasure washes over you, "y-yes, please?" you sound weak, you are trying so hard to have a conversation; he can tell.

"archons look at you." al haitham licks his lips as he grabs your other leg, folding you in half and thrusting his cock at a slower pace; making sure you can feel every bulging vein, every little twitch of his cock. you look at him with pleading eyes, your walls tightening around him, sucking him so nicely, begging for him to flood your insides with his cum.

"my little breeding whore." he slowly pulls his hardened cock out before slamming it inside you again, spearing itself right to your g-spot; going at the same speed as before. "I'll make you pregnant again and again and again."

"yes please please please please please--"

One a final thrust, he felt your walls tightening around him once more, milking him dry and painting your walls white with his warm cum, a visible bulge now right at the base of your tummy.

you let out one final moan before al haitham lets go of your legs, wrapping his arms around you; making sure to not pull out. his uneven breathing so close to your ears, his warm lips made their way to your neck as you weakly wrapped your legs around his hips.

"the mother of my children." his kisses are so light, it contrast the harshness he displayed just a moment ago. "I'll make you completely mine, don't you worry."

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, tattoo artist!Bakugo, p in v smut, creampie, fingering, pussy spanking, cunnilingus, f!reader

Synopsis: since the tattoo you opted for proved to be quite painful, your boyfriend and tattoo artist, Bakugo, decided to pamper you for being brave and enduring the discomfort

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

Katsuki, with his chiseled jaw and muscular arms, was the most sought-after tattoo artist in town. His reputation for creating breathtaking masterpieces on skin was only surpassed by his smoldering gaze and irresistible charm.

You, his girlfriend, felt incredibly lucky to have him.

The day arrived when you decided to get inked. You knew Katsuki would take care of you, and the thought of his skilled hands and passionate eyes devoted to your body made you quiver with anticipation, even though you two slept together many times already. The design was chosen – a delicate, intricate flower to adorn your pubis.

As you lay on his tattoo chair, Katsuki's hands traced the outline of the flower on your skin. His proximity was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but feel a shiver of pleasure as the needle touched your skin. The sensation was unique, a blend of pain and pleasure that Katsuki soothed with his tender touch and comforting whispers.

But the pain intensified as he filled in the petals of the rose, and you whimpered, clutching the armrest of the chair tightly. Katsuki paused, locking eyes with you, his gaze filled with concern. "Baby, you're doing great," he said softly, pressing a kiss to your tummy.

After he completed the tattoo, Katsuki ordered you to take a break and relax when he placed the tattoo gun down and prepared a special soap and a paper towel. With gentlest touches, Katsuki cleaned your tattoo, preparing it to be wrapped once it would be fully dry. He then pushed your leggins and panties fully down your legs, leant forward, gently parting your thighs. His touch was warm, and you gasped as he traced his fingers along the newly inked area, teasing your sensitive skin.

"You're so brave, you know that?" he murmured, peppering your inner thigh with kisses. His lips were soft, igniting a fire within you. "Let me take care of you now for being such a brave girl, hmmm?"

Katsuki teased you, blowing gently on your sensitive skin, making you squirm and gasp. Soon, his tongue darted out, tracing your slit. Then, without warning, he slapped your pussy.

You moaned as the sensation sent shockwaves through your body. "Kats!"

Katsuki's hands held your hips firmly, his fingers digging into your skin as he feasted on your pussy. His moans of pleasure reverberated against your skin, fueling your own desire. The blonde haired man buried his face in your pussy, his tongue seeking out your swollen clit once more. He sucked and nibbled your slick fold, growling like an animal.

You could feel the tension from the pain dissipate, replaced by an all-consuming passion. "Yes, Katsuki, just like that," you begged, your voice wavering.

He growled in response, his tongue delving deeper, swirling around your clit as his crimson eyes locked on yours as he sucked your lips into his mouth, shaking his head left to right to create the friction you craved so badly.

You writhed, unable to control the waves of pleasure crashing over you. You cried out as you reached your peak, your orgasm ripping through every inch of your body as your pussy clenched painfully around nothing, leaving you in need. "Oh, tiger!"

Katsuki didn't relent, his tongue lapping up your release. He looked up at you, his lips glistening with your wetness. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. He slid a finger inside you, feeling your slick warmth, then added a second. He began to fuck you with his fingers, while his tongue continued to work its magic on your little clit. Katsuki increased his pace, his fingers sliding in and out of you with ease. He curled them, searching for that elusive spot that would send you over the edge yet again.

When he found it, your back arched off the chair, and a keening wail escaped your parted lips. You reached down, threading your fingers through his ash-blonde hair, pulling him closer. "I need you inside me," you demanded, your voice husky.

Katsuki grinned, pulling his fingers out of you and slowly licking them clean while standing up to unzip his tight jeans. He pushed his pants and boxed briefs down his legs, just under the curve of his ass so he could freed his fat cock, which sprung up, resting proudly against his abdomen. He entered you slowly, savoring the moment.

You gasped as he filled you, your bodies melding together.

The rhythm was intense, a primal dance that left you breathless. Katsuki's moans filled the room, punctuated by the slapping of skin against skin. "Fuck, you feel so good, babe," he grunted, his thrusts becoming faster, harder.

You wrapped your leg around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your moans melded with his, creating a symphony of pleasure. "Yes, holy shit!"

The pleasure mounted, and you cried out as you came again, your release triggering Katsuki's.

He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he emptied his heavy balls into you. Breathless, Katsuki lowered himself onto you, his head resting on your chest as his cock was still buried in your pussy.

You ran your fingers through his hair, savoring the moment. "I love you," you whispered, your voice shaky. "Thank you for tattooing me."

Bakugo withdrew, watching as his cum mixed with your juices, spilling out of your pussy and onto the chair beneath you. He leaned down, his tongue tracing a path from your pussy to your clit, tasting the mixture of your lovemaking. "I love you too, baby," Katsuki replied, a smile in his voice. "Oi! Babe, I wouldn't let anyone else tattoo you in such an intimate spot, you know that. No one else can watch your pussy but me."

[neuvistar]

aventurine x fem!reader. cw. some hsr leak spoilers? + a lil rushed | not proofread, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancies, use of nicknames (feminine terms too, wife.. etc), minors dni. ( this is another aventurine thirst.. slight spoilers(?) r in the beginning!!)

aventurine was the last of his kind, he acknowledged that often. his people, oh his people.. many of the innocent lives of his people were lost, like a baby losing its mother. he knew there was no use in trying to look if there were still survivors, it’s truly no use. he was the last of his kind. and he spent countless days, hours, weeks, months and maybe years thinking he’d die alone, with nobody by his side.. chained to the life of a loner, who is forced to live knowing he couldn’t save anyone of his kind.. chained to a life where people all around him hated his guts.

that was until he met you, his pretty little wife.

aventurine’s always wanted kids, to say the least. not only to restore his kind, but to raise children with you, take them out to parks.. realize the true importance and meaning of a love of a father.

aventurine’s heart belonged to you completely, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been happy like this.. he loved you with all his heart and it showed. aventurine would kiss you, hug you and rub your belly.. whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “one day.. your tummy will be ready and full of my younglings, my darling wife. are you excited for that day?” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you gave him a playful smack on the arm. “you’re getting too excited, ‘turine. i’m not even pregnant yet.”

“yet.” aventurine’s hands eagerly made their way down, tracing the shape of your body. "beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. "you’re so beautiful, i can't help but touch you. my future younglings are so lucky to have such a pretty mother.” his fingers lingered on your breasts, savoring the feeling of their soft weight in his palms. aventurine's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smoldering intensity in their depths. "i want a daughter with your eyes.. and your beauty, a son with your intelligence.. please. i need it all.” honestly, he’s probably so whiny n desperate all the time, always talking about getting you pregnant.. wanting to see you carry his offsprings, he wanted to restore his happiness and your own.

“mm, i know you don't want me to stop, don’t you?" aventurine’s voice was husky with desire. his hands slipped lower, tracing their way down to your lower abdomen, teasingly brushing against your wet panties. "i’ve been imagining this all night long.. watching you care for our baby girl or baby boy,” he reached beneath your panties, toying with your folds with the tip of his fingers while the others pinch and pull at your nipples. “.. you know i can't stand it anymore, baby. not when you know how much i want to claim you right here, right now. i want children, pretty girl. can.. we?”

“please.” you murmured. a grin emerged from his pretty face, eyes widened as he felt the warmth radiating from between your legs, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, his mouth watering at the familiar scent. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he continued to rub his hand against your sensitive folds, his thumb brushing against your clit. leaning closer, aventurine pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue slowly making its way past your parted lips, exploring your mouth hungrily. there was one thing and one thing only in his mind, he was gonna breed you full tonight. your husband’s hand moved up to cup your breast, squeezing it gently before tweaking your nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing you to moan even louder. your body arched into his touch, begging for more..

“so beautiful.. so perfect. such a pretty little thing for me,” aventurine grunted as he continued to thrust in and out of your wet cunt, his cock stretching your walls further than you have ever experienced before. the blonde wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up slightly to better angle his thrusts. "i’ll treat you so good, dollface, our little babies are gonna have such a great father, believe me honey.” he panted, his breath hot against your neck. “fuck, ‘turine.. feels too good..” your nails dug deep into his shoulders, leaving shallow marks as you could almost see the stars, biting your lip to suppress the soft whines that threatened to leave your lips. “i know honey, i know it feels good,” aventurine knew he could feel his release building up inside of him, it’s like he buried himself within you to the absolute hilt, his cockhead rubbing against your sweetest spots. “god, i can’t wait for your pregnancy to bloom, dollface.. just like a fuckin’ flower.” his member throbbed and pulsed violently, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through both of you.

“can you feel it, doll? my love for you? can you feel it?” you nodded eagerly, your face pressed close against his neck with your eyes sealed shut. “i’m gonna get you pregnant, kay? ‘gonna fill you up like its no tomorrow.. make my dreams come true. ‘can't wait to see my little ones inside you, honey.. i’ll take care of you.”

well.. it’s best to say that maybe he’s finally not gonna be the last of his kind any time soon.

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

[beskarandblasters]

I Want It, I Got It

Sugar Daddy!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Ways to help Palestine

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Author’s note: Everyone say ✨thank you David✨ (my boyfriend) for this since it’s based off of a personal experience! 🤭 Thank you to @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin for beta reading! 🩷

Summary: Joel gives you unlimited access to his credit card to shop online while he eats you out.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU, porn with little plot, no age specified for reader, reader sits on Joel’s lap, established sugar daddy relationship, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, pet names (angel, baby), no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

“Angel?” Joel asks, looking over at you from his armchair. 

“What is it?” you ask, glancing up from your book.

He pats his lap, signaling for you to take your rightful place. You place your bookmark and gingerly sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have an idea.”

“Okay,” you nod.

“A new way for me to spoil you.”

Your eyes widen as you cock your head to the side, “What is it?”

He reaches for his wallet in his back pocket and hands it to you, his thumb tapping his American Express black card in the top sleeve. 

“I give you this and let you order whatever you want while I eat that pretty pussy of yours.”

“Really?” you ask, mouth falling open and eyes lighting up.

“Mhm…” he says, trailing his hand up your thigh, “Bedroom. Now.”

You hop off his lap and walk to the bedroom with Joel following behind. He gives you a firm slap on your ass as you walk, getting a giggle out of you. You shed your t-shirt and sweatpants, tossing them in a pile on the floor but making sure to keep your phone and his wallet. You lie on the bed with your legs spread out as Joel situates himself between your thighs. For some reason, you’re nervous to do this. It’s not like Joel doesn’t spoil you constantly but never like this. 

“Get my card out, angel,” he says, wrapping his arms around your thighs.

You slide out his card from the sleeve and run your fingers over the sleek, black metal just as he slowly licks your cunt, catching you by surprise. 

“What are you waiting for? Treat yourself, baby.”

“O-Okay,” you breathe, opening the browser on your phone.

The first thing you can think of is lingerie so you search for Victoria’s Secret, scrolling through their endless catalog of bras, slips, babydolls, and garter belts. You stop at a black and red lacey set and turn your phone around to show Joel with shaky hands. 

“I was thinking of getting this?”

He stops licking your pussy to look at the screen before chuckling to himself.

“What?” you ask.

“Baby, I don’t care what you get,��� he says, lowering his head in front of your cunt again, “I just want you to buy whatever the fuck you want… Okay?”

You nod as he returns to licking your cunt. His tongue expertly flicks around your folds, outlining your entrance before making its way to your clit. You add the set to your cart and type in his credit card details along with your address. 

Just as you place the order he pulls an orgasm from you. It’s so intense you have to put your phone and his card down to grip the sheets for purchase. Euphoric bliss washes over you but also a part of you is a little bummed… Is that it? Is he done spoiling you?

You go to prop yourself up on your elbows but his large hand presses gently on your tummy to coax you to lie back down. 

“Not done, angel,” he says, lapping your release.

You grab your phone and his card again, shakily searching for the next website you’re going to shop on. An ad you got on Instagram for jewelry crosses your mind. They were selling necklaces with initials on them and you jokingly thought to yourself you’d get a J for Joel. Except now it’s not a joke anymore. 

You pull the website up and end up picking out a set– a gold necklace with a J and a necklace that says Angel, Joel’s favorite nickname for you. The J necklace is a shorter length than the Angel necklace so you can wear them together. You’re tempted to show Joel but then you remember he doesn’t care what you buy. He just wants to spoil you. 

You order the necklaces as Joel’s mouth latches to your clit. Your vision goes out of focus for a second, the screen looking blurry as your pleasure builds, your second orgasm nearing. Your back arches off the bed and stars dance in your already fuzzy vision. Your moans fill the bedroom and Joel hums into you as you cum. Your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled already. 

As you come down from your high you search for your third purchase, wondering how many you’ll get to make tonight. You type in the website for your favorite online clothing boutique. And now you’re letting loose. You throw in dresses, skirts, pants, shirts, and a few pairs of shoes into the cart. You’re at the point where you don’t even need to look at his card to type in the numbers anymore, it’s all memorized now. This detail doesn’t go unnoticed.

He pulls away and smiles at you, facial hair glistening with your spend.

“You don’t even need to look at my card anymore, do ya?”

“N-No,” you say, chuckling with a shaky breath.

“Don’t stop now,” he says before placing his fingers in his mouth. As his tongue returns to your clit he inserts a finger inside you. You writhe on the bed while his finger presses against your g-spot. Your third orgasm is going to arrive soon if he keeps it up. It doesn’t take long for a second finger to be added, both fingers expertly making a come here motion. With one last swirl of his tongue and the motion of his fingers, you cum again. And this time it’s even wetter than the previous two. 

You squirted. Liquid pools on the bed underneath you and runs down your thighs. You put the phone down and look between your legs. Joel’s eyes widen once he realizes what happened. He hums at the taste and amount of wetness you just produced. Your legs are trembling and tears well up on your lash line. You’re spent and if you wanted to cum again you don’t know if you could. Only Joel could make you cum hard three times in a row. 

You lie back down on the bed and feel the soreness arise in your core. Joel pulls away and if you thought his face was wet before… Now it’s soaked. 

“All done?” he asks playfully.

“All done,” you nod.

“Good job, angel. Such a good girl coming like that for me,” he says, moving from in between your thighs and lying beside you. 

You hand him his hard and his wallet back as he pulls you into his chest. 

“Now that you know my card number by heart… Order whatever you want whenever you want, angel.”

“...Really?” you ask, pulling away to look at him with a bewildered look.

“Mhm.”

You kiss him and taste yourself on his lips before resting in the crook of his neck. He rubs your back and lulls you to sleep, dreaming about all the packages you’re going to get in the mail. 

Dividers by @saradika-graphics 🩷

[lovesphases]

Could you write something where reader is best friends with Sarah and has had a crush on rafe for a long time. There’s some situation like going on vacation with the Cameron family and John b joins so the reader has to share a bed with rafe. He wakes up at night bc reader is having a wet dream, cuddled up next to/on him, grinding against his thigh. He gets really turned on and starts touching her & she wakes up. Maybe he teases her a bit like asking if she had a good dream, pointing out how wet she got his thigh and then they have sex. Reader is a bit embarrassed and shy about it. - 🧚🏻‍♂️

i love the way your brain works. also sorry i got a bit carried away. pt 2!

MDNI 18+

going on a yearly vacation with the cameron’s is not something new to you. you’d always share a room with sarah, staying up late the room filled with your giggles and hushed whispers. this time would be different though. sarah’s new boyfriend, john b would be tagging along. the new addition causing sleeping arrangements to be changed.

“what do you mean i have to share a room with rafe?” you stare at sarah, eyes nearly popping out of your head.

“it’ll be fine. rafe can just sleep on the floor!”

“no fucking way! i’m not sleeping in the same room as him!”

“pleaseeee? for me?” she clasps her hands together, giving you that look that makes you crumble everytime.

“jesus christ. fine. just this once. you owe me though.” you huff out. she lets out a loud squeal

“ohmygosh thank you so much! i definitely owe you big time!” you roll your eyes.

“yeah whatever. you’re lucky i love you.”

"i am not sleeping on the fucking floor" rafe snaps at you. irritated with the situation and ready to go to bed.

"fine i'll go find somewhere else to sleep then." you huff out crossing your arms. you begin to head towards the door when rafe calls out.

"jesus kid. this bed is big enough for the both of us to sleep and keep a good distance away from each other. what do you think m' gonna do?"

"i dunno. maybe suffocate me in my sleep or something." he lets out a laugh, he can't help but find your dramatics funny.

"just get in the fucking bed"

"fine. but keep your hands to yourself. i swear to god" you poke at him

"got it." he raises his hands in defense.

its 3 am when rafe wakes up to you practically laying on top of him, grinding on his thigh. he rubs his eyes, making sure he's awake and that this is really happening. you let out a quiet whimper as your brows furrow together. he stares down at you, a smirk forming on his face.

he allows his fingers to find your core, softly grazing over your cunt. he can feel the fabric that does little to cover you slowly becoming soaked. this pushes him over the edge as he moves ur panties to the side, slowly dragging his fingers through your folds catching on your clit. you let out a moan as your eyes begin to flutter open.

"rafe? what are you doing?"

"what am i doing? you were the one who woke me up, humping my leg like a bitch in heat. you're a cock hungry whore even when you're asleep.” you let out another moan, his fingers still rubbing at your clit.

"if you don't want this then tell me to stop." your hips begin to buck up involuntary. heat rises to your cheeks, thanking god that its dark and he can't see just how embarrassed you are. but with the pressure he's applying to your needy clit all rational thoughts leave your brain. your senses completely filled with rafe.

"rafe. please just fuck me. need it so bad." you let out a desperate whine, his teasing increasing your arousal, though still not enough.

"yeah that's what i thought." he shoves two thick fingers inside of you without any warning. causing you to take a sharp breath in. his fingers massage that spongy part that makes your head fuzzy and your eyes roll back. the band in your tummy tightening with each stroke of his fingers.

"you gonna cum?" you nod your head vigorously as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

"yeah? what happened to you wanting me to keep my hands to myself? over here makin' a mess all over my fingers."

"please rafe im so close. can i please cum? i need it" tears gather at your waterline. the burning in your stomach almost too much to handle.

"fuck. go ahead. cum for me baby. make a fucking mess." his words cause the band to snap, your orgasm washing over you soaking his hand and the sheets.

"good girl. that's it. let me have it." he helps you ride out your high before pulling his fingers out of your cunt. he brings his fingers to your mouth.

"gotta clean up the mess you made. yeah?"

[raitonsfw]

𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: When you squirm just a little too much while Dazai eats you out, his bandages became decorations around your wrists and ankles... just so he can please you properly.

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, boyfriend!dazai, bondage (with his own bandages), cunnilingus, shyness, embarassment, sideways position (turned into your legs on his shoulder), p in v intercourse, dazai's a bit pushy....he just wants to please you.

a/n: him and bondage always gets me going... brb gotta write a piece with him bound in his own bandages. wc: 600ish. v-day m.list | m.list

thirst count: 1

divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics

“Y/N, princess… stay still.” He drawed out the pet name languidly, his breath fanning against the bud of your clit and you squirmed again. It felt overwhelming, your face hot with shame as his eyes– and tongue– drew hearts on your pussy; he just loved admiring you. He was trying to at least but you kept shying away from him, your body scooting away from the slightest lick to the heat of your cunt. 

Dazai’s tried everything; he’s held your thighs squished against his face but you wedged them open, he’s placed a delicate hand on the base of your tummy but you pouted at him, and he’s even cooed into you with gentle praises of ‘you’re doing so well, it’s okay, my love…don’t be shy.’ But nothing worked as your legs kicked out from underneath his firm grip on you and he huffed a bit as he came up, slick covering his lips with a frown. 

“Y/N.” 

“It’s embarrassing, Dazai…” You whined, clasping your thighs together as he sighed wearily while sitting back on his haunches. “I’m sorry…” 

“No need to be sorry, my love.” Dazai said, his tone forgiving but… worrying? He started to untie some of the bandages that wrapped his arms and you tilted your head slightly with a puzzled look.

“What are you doing?” 

“Tying you up.” His voice teased a higher octave, short and to the point and you felt some of your arousal drip out of you from how domineering he muttered it. “Since you won’t let me do my job–” Dazai twisted your arms behind you, “–pleasing you like the great boyfriend I am, these will have to do.”

Dazai ribboned the bandages together, tucking it securely into a bow and then he started on your legs and you squirmed against him again as he tied your ankles with a short pull. Your thighs had been pressed together and you couldn’t really move as you laid on your side, your arms snugly against the middle of your back and your legs slightly bent upwards, your entire cunt exposed in front of him. You honestly didn’t know what he was about to do; if he was going to continue lapping at your wetness or if he was going to leave you there for being so difficult.

You really hoped it wasn’t the latter and your mind raced a bit as you closed your eyes, waiting for his next move. You felt a bit of shuffling near you, his body shifting its weight against the foam of the mattress and you vaguely wondered what he was doing.

A sharp gasp left you as you felt the tip of his cock prod against your entrance, his lithe fingers spreading apart your folds slightly so he could thrust in. A relieved moan escaped him as he bottomed out in you, soothing his other hand up your thigh. “That’s better…” 

Dazai started rolling his hips into you keenly, earning gasped moans and whimpers from you as he gained a steady rhythm. He was basically fucking you sideways– with deep long thrusts hitting your sweet spot in its entirely and you shook with please; until he hoisted your pinned legs against one of his shoulders, his crown nestled directly against your cervix now. Dazai set a brutal pace, his hips slamming against you and all you could do was cry out into the pillow, euphoria overtaking your body with a shudder and you clenched around him tightly. “Shit– maybe you should squirm more often...gives me a reason to fuck you like this–”

Tied up prettily in his bandages, all because you couldn’t stop fidgeting underneath his intoxicating touch…you were sure your timidness would bruise you someday.

[dlrvuio]

habits of his

genre - fluff, enhypen x gn!reader

warnings - mentions of food in sunoos part

Heeseung - 희승

forehead kisses

he would always kiss you, your forehead specially. He’ll do it whenever you’re parting and he’ll do it upon the first time you’re seeing each other for the day. He almost always chuckles or smirks after the kiss and follows it when his hand coming up to ruffle, more like patting, your hair.

styling your hair

wherever, whenever he would be willingly, volunteering to do your hair. He almost never makes you do it. Getting ready for school, for work, for a date, or maybe just to stay home. Always being so gently making your eyes so droopy early in the morning, he lends you his body to lay your head on while he finished the other side.

Jay - 종성

always touching your skin

he does have self control when it comes to you guys in public but he just can’t help to ride his hand under your loose shirt and stroke your bare back with his thumb. Your favourite moment was early in the morning you chopping up greens for your guys’ morning and he slides his hand under your (his) shirt, wrapping around your waist to pull you in closer making you have chills as he kisses your temples, not wanting to disturb you with your cooking session.

prioritization

he loves you so much and he knows you love him much more. He gets it and wants you you to focus on your studies or work especially when it gets out of control. You both are very understanding with this topic. You both keep a balanced life with each other, taking care of each other and not distracting each other when it comes to reality. You appreciate him so much for his matureness and he even helps you when you’re struggling a little too much.

Jake - 재윤

resting his chin on you

being the perfect height to just rest his chin on top of your head, he teases you of how small of a person you are. You let it slide since it benefits you both, he gets to rest his chin on you and you get to bury your face in his neck, smiling at his scent. He just loves to use you as a pillow: your shoulder, tummy, lap, even back.

letting you play with his hands/rings

knowing your short attention span and how uninteresting most of his schedules are. He allows you to just run your finger tips along his veins or spinning his rings consistently when he has his arm on your thigh. Smiling, as he tries to listen to his manager or whoever is talking. Sometimes even pressing his cheek on top of your head or kissing your temples to ensure you he’s there and that he notices you.

Sunghoon - 성훈

he just lets you do anything

having a cold and strict look most times, If you bother him, you will not hear the end of it. But with you, peoples jaw are on the floor with the privileges you have gained from him. Literally jumping on him trying to get a piggy back ride while he’s trying to relax- mans is bending down and holding you by your legs as you wrap them around his waist. Letting you keep candid and funny photos of him because he loves the way you smile. He just lets you annoy him because he thinks its cute.

waiting for you

no matter how long you take, no matter what you’re doing. He will always wait for you. Most specifically that has you melting is when he waits for you to wake up, folded in his arms noticing his volume for his phone is 1% to not bother you. And once you look up, he puts whatever he’s holding away and just hugs you, your face on his chest and his chin on top of your head.

Sunoo - 선우

trying new things TOGETHER

being adventurous people together before and during the relationship, your guys’ day(s) off is literally spending time struggling to skate or something. When trying new things, it’s either with each other or just never doing it until you guys do it together. One of your favourite is him always bringing new snack, desserts, meals, anything consumable for you guys to try together. Having a whole notebook full of ratings and the names of the food or drink.

partner privileges

you don’t even have to ask, say anything, look at him. He already knows what to do. Always ALWAYS does your favours you ask. Of course you don’t take advantage of that, even you give him partner privileges. Seeing him tired from practice or schedules, you don’t wanna make his social battery even lower then before. Sending him hugs and kisses with no words exchange letting him rest and cooking his dinner while he cleans up.

Jungwon - 정원

hand on your back

in crowded events you’ve been invited in, never knowing more than 10 people in it. He will always make sure he is by your side. He would pull you in front of him and place a hand on your lower back to guide you where to walk and to ensure he’s right behind you and is going no where. Wrapping his arm around your waist means: stop something is happening, wait a second, or we’re here.

making funny faces

it brings you the most comfort in your life. Whenever you’re in a hangout with friends, being seperated, you would always catch him looking for you or at you and once you make eye contact…you are grinning like an idiot due to all the stupid faces he’s making. Seeing you smile and fold from laughter makes him have that smile and do the chuckle that we all love.

Ni-ki - 니키

admiring from afar

riki is very much in denial when it comes to you but everyone knows the truth, even he knows that everyone knows the truth. Not being able to resist the smile on your face when you’re talking to someone or when you’re playing with kids or animals. Heart eyes for DAYS due to you. Even the members noticed the different type of smile he has for you. A more comforting, passionate, and genuine smile.

using him as a pillow

having a frustrating day, you come home to riki laying on his side of the bed, arm behind his head to use as padding against the wall with his phone in the other hand. Your body automatically falls on his, arms on both of his sides, having the hand he was using for padding know stroking your back, your shirt riding up but he pulls it down. You groan in tiredness as you felt his body budge from a chuckle. Continuing to scroll on his phone knowing you dont wanna talk, he gives you attention by squishing your cheeks knowing you are too tired to be annoyed at him.

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[fairytsuk1]

movie night w lex. do whatever u want w that topic ☺️

movie night with alex …

it starts innocent enough. you two were dating, living together and oh, so in love. you’d come to him that morning donning his big grey hoodie with sleepy eyes.

“let’s do a movie night, ‘lex,” you murmur into the expanse of his back as you hug him from behind. “…just wanna spend the night in, you know?”

what you did know was that, yes, you were looking for some quality time with your boyfriend. but also, yes, you were hoping to be pounded into the couch as you cried for more. what could you say! alex just did something to you. to your delight, he happily agreed.

you like to think alex has no idea about your ulterior motives. you lead him into your trap like a spider carefully crafting its web. you make popcorn with a sway in your hips and make sure to bend down extra low when looking for the remote. alex had yet to say anything, do anything and it was starting to make your bottom lip jut out a little more than usual.

“so, what’re we watching? please, nothing scary! i’ll die right here,” alex welcomes you into his arms as you burrow into the warmth.

“it’s not scary! we’re watch The Dark Knight,” a classic. you know he’s seen it before too; no need to compete for attention.

alex breaks out into a boyish grin, nodding along with the choice, “okay! sounds good, babe. its been so long since i watched this, i honestly can’t remember the last time…”

you lose yourself in how his soft lips rub together as he speaks his mind. he was always especially sexy to you but the low lighting and being so close that you can smell the mix of Paco Rabanne cologne and his normal scent. he’s intoxicating, and your hand is on his thigh before he can even finish his sentence.

alex’s eyes meet yours, and there’s a swirling mix of surprise and arousal dancing around in the gleam of his brown orbs. his eyes flick down to your lips, plush and glossy, before flitting back up your eyes. your hand’s moved an inch higher and alex’s breathing starts to pick up.

“kiss me,” you plead quietly.

he takes you in. your soft voice begging for him to do something—even though you were the one who had orchestrated all of this—all because you needed him. you weren’t begging for sex, you were begging for him. he couldn’t help but grant your wishes.

“needy woman,” he teases with a grin full of mirth.

your back hits the plush of the cushion as thunder roars over Gotham. needy squeaks bubble out of you as alex presses his weight against you, half-chub growing harder against your thigh as the pink muscle of his tongue traces your teeth. he tastes like buttery popcorn, like Coke Zero and you’re moaning at the feeling of his kisses, “jus’ missed you.”

“i know baby,” alex gasps as your finger tweaks his nipple. “wanna fuck you too, mmph…”

it’s so heated. both sets of hands grapple for purchase against plush skin and soft stomachs, alex breathes into your neck as he grinds his hard-on against your clothed pussy. you know your underwear is stuck to your sticky folds, clit pulsing and begging for the feel of his rough finger pads swiping over it in tight circles.

“you’re so fucking wet, been waiting for me?”

you grind your hips against his palm with a hiss, “i didn’t pick a movie we’ve seen before for no reason…”

he chuckles after sucking a hickey into your collarbone, “right.”

alex lays on you. his weight pins you against the soft cushions, bulge rubbing against your thigh eagerly. you open your legs wider to feel his hips grind against yours. he knows your body like the back of his hand, he knows how much you love it when his lips glide over the column of your throat, over the softness of your tummy. his nose brushes against your clit and you trap him between your thighs with a yelp.

“be good for me,” he mumbles into your flesh, pulling your panties to the side and taking into your gorgeous pussy, “keep your legs open.”

“fuck, i’m so sensitive,” you say, breath shaky.

“you can’t help it,” he croons, tongue dipping into your hole and flicking against your clit. “you just want me too bad. how can i say no to you, gorgeous?”

he digs in, tongue lapping at your folds as you cry for him. your hands scratch against his scalp, his groans falling on deaf ears as he grinds the flat of his tongue against your clit and makes you see stars.

“feels so good! i-i love your mouth so much,” you practically drool, hips bucking against his face.

alex grins as you grind against his tongue. he watches you from below, loving how you squirm and make eye contact for one second—till your eyes are rolling back into your skull. you’re babbling, twitching and gasping for air when alex pulls away.

“god, your body is fucking lethal,” he groans, hands fumbling to undo his sweatpants and tug them down.

your hands fly to his, eager to pull him closer and kiss him. you can taste yourself on his lips and your cunt throbs, “fuck me, i need you. please, wanna feel you inside me.”

alex has to bite his lip to stave off the rush of empathetic pleasure from your words. his hands are gentle as they rub the sides of your waist and stretch the back of your thighs as he urges you to “hold your legs, just like that.”

your feet dangle helpless in the air, your boyfriend gripping your hips as he pushes his cock in between your folds. his fat head catches on your clit and you whimper, bottom lip pouting, “alex, c’mon…”

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles, eyes transfixed on how your hole clenches around nothing. “you just get so cute like this. can’t help it, makes me wanna tease you.”

his eyes meet yours accompanied with a little smirk. he kisses your ankle and it makes you blush, before he’s stuffing you full, inch by inch. the both of you are a cacophony of noises, the squelch of him bullying his cock into you and your pathetic mewls of yesyesyes!

alex rolls his hips, gliding against your walls as his fills you balls deep. his hair falls in his face, necklace dangling and you’re looking up at him like he hung the stars and moon for you.

“how are you always so fucking tight?”

he wheezes into your neck, hips rolling again and again. his balls slap against your ass and your gasps grow louder and louder, “oh god. oh my god, fuuuck. alex, alex!!”

“i know, baby,” he shushes, grinding against you every thrust as he fucks into you harder and harder. “you love how i fuck you, you fucking need it, right? tell me i’m wrong.”

you practically sob into his neck. your nails scrape helplessly against the smooth plane of his back as alex starts to fuck you in earnest, hips angling to drive into you.

he holds you in place as he pounds into you. you’re not even sure what you’re whining—pleading for, but you take it so easily; hole swallowing up his cock as your orgasm grows like a tidal wave.

“oh, o-oh, fuck! alex, i’m—i’m so close!”

“yeah? gonna cum for me, baby? fuck,” his hips waver, balls tightening as his hands fist the fabric of the couch. “‘m getting close too, you’re so fucking beautiful. fuuuck.”

your eyes fill with tears as alex works to bring you there. his thumb brushes over your puffy clit, sending electric shockwaves up your spine as you writhe, “ohmygod!! alex, wait! mm, i’m gonna cum!!”

“go on, babe. make a mess all over me.”

your ears nearly explode from the force of your orgasm, walls tightening as you desperately sob put alex’s name. he rocks into you, balls tightening as he fucks his cum into you. it feels so hot, so deep and just fucking good. a soft whimper escapes alex as he relaxes onto your body, softening cock still inside you as you both catch your breaths.

there’s a thundering crack, making you both turn your heads towards the movie. alex shifts, and his sated voice echoes in your ears, “i’ll never be able to watch this movie the same.”

he mumbles into your sweaty chest, and you giggle. you can’t help but agree.

[shaisuki]

Hello! I hope you are doing well ^^ Can I request for Sanzu Haruchiyo with a chubby reader where reader wants to try Ab riding but is too shy to tell him about this.

COME ALONG FOR A RIDE

SANZU HARUCHIYO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── slight body insecurities, bonten sanzu, drugs, guns, smut, abs riding.

notes. i'm sorry it took a long for me to finish this. hope you like it. thank you!

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ you've been thinking about it a lot but never brought it up afraid of what he may think but sanzu is more than pleased to give what you desire.

“i can't give what you need pretty girl if you won't speak.” the scars in the corner of his lips animatedly move as it turned to one of his signature smirk.

his coat hanging into one of the expensive chairs. leaving him only in his usual formal suit. pale violet vest with matching slacks. his thumb and forefinger grasping your jaw to meet his green eyes gleaming with joy although a crazed one to be exact. his long lashes flattering in a elegant manner.

you sat in the bed, embarrassed. desire pooling between your legs as you rubbed your thick thighs together. the tight fitting dress hugging your plush body and considering how tighter it was than the usual and shorter. your little ministrations making the dress ride up exposing more of your skin to be considered immodest as what others may say but sanzu loves it.

after meetings with his executives followed by cleaning out the traitors of bonten, he sure deserves a reward. something to ease and relax him other than what his pills can do. his pretty baby waiting for him all dolled up for him to ruin.

tonight, he knows something is going on with that pretty head of yours. stealing glances from him time to time and the way your throat move from swallowing. he knows about you every minute more than you could ever know. doesn't mean he's not around he doesn't know anything what's going on with you.

you avert your gaze at him. you can't even make the words without looking at him. you want him so bad.

“speak up, doll.” he firmly orders to you and the words forced its way from your mouth.

“c—can i ride your abs for tonight?” you stutter. swallowing thickly and you look at him, afraid. your face felt hot and the tears making it's appearance in your eyelids. you should have never asked.

his grin grew wider from hearing your request. grasping your jaw tighter to look at him fully. his eyes gleams like a maniac, one you've seen often when he's killing traitors or those who dared to get closer to you.

“should've told me sooner, pretty girl.” his scars appearing wider than it already is from smiling.

even with the cool breeze coming from outside in one of the highest floor of the expensive hotel with the overview of city lights. you can't quell the desire growing stronger and hotter. naked in the bed, straddled in sanzu's hard abs. he lays there amused. his pink-colored hair splayed in the soft pillow, a huge grin plastered on his face while he watched you grind on his abs.

“h-haru...” you moaned out. your palms pressed in his chest. back arched while your hips back and forth to get that delicious friction. your clit throbbing every time it brushes with his firm muscles. the smooth skin of his abs adding stimulation that your thighs shakes from every movement.

“that's it, pretty. show me what you can do while you ride me, 'kay? make yourself cum and i'll reward you.” he praises and still have he smirk in his face doesn't disappear while you rode him. your slick drips and trails from the lines of his abs and if it wasn't filthy and hot he doesn't know what is.

your breasts squished between your arms and your tummy folds while it jiggles from the movement of your hips and your breathy moans occupying the space of the room. you face sweaty with a timid look coming from you. all the hard work and the troubles he dealt today disappearing slowly while you used him for pleasure. careful now, he thinks he might get addicted to this but he didn't care about it.

“you cumming for me, baby? s—shit, do it for me baby.” he rasps out, chuckling at your shaky form.

he buries the heel of his feet in the soft duvet. arching his back slightly for you to get the stimulation you needed as you get nearer from your edge. your hips grinding harder and your body jolts. your aching clit hitting the firm muscle. instinctively cupping your breast and rolling your hardened bud to prolong the delicious feeling that spread throughout your body.

“'m going to cum now, haru” you warned him. your hips rutting desperately and faster to his rock hard abs. “that's a good girl, cum for me now, pretty.”

and with a whine, grinding harder making your clit hit that same spot all over again you came in his abs. the clear, sticky liquid of your cum spreads messily to his stomach. you pant, recovering from the high and the strands of your hair sticks to your face.

you look at the man who granted you in indulging your desires for tonight. he looks contented, happy even and you're more than ready to please him whatever he wants for tonight.

“think you can ride me again, pretty?” you nod at his words in which he replied with a smirk. “this time in my cock.”

[emissaire]

the one - jake sully x reader

꒰꒰. WARNINGS/INCLUDES: fem na'vi!reader, jake being whipped, fluff, smut, mentions of size difference, breeding kink, mating press, tail pulling, jake and reader just hissing at each other bcs why not, implied choking (?) (lmk if i missed anything!)

꒰꒰. SYNOPSIS: just a bunch of headcanons and blurbs abt having jake as your mate— from sfw to n.sfw

↻ jake is an attentive lover, he never misses any aspect in your life and literally knows you in and out, top to bottom. he always makes sure to celebrate with you when you achieve another milestone. literally so proud to be your mate and gushes about you to other people.

there's a goofy smile present on his face, nodding along to what the elders are saying about you. "i believe she's a perfect match for you, jake sully."

"yes, i know. she's just so— bright? and beautiful, kind! she's all mine." he stutters, his smile only widening when he sees your figure from outside the tent. "there's my mate over there. it's best i get going."

if the elders noticed how the man emphasized how he said the word "my", they didn't comment on it.

↻ he's so in tune with your feelings like, if you're upset about something, he would know without having you tell him. along with that, he always knows what to do to cheer you up— there is no such thing as impossible to him when it comes to making you happy.

↻ he LOVES. spoiling. the. fuck. out of you and is always willing to go the extra smile just to impress you. the different set of ores in your collection and the set of jewelries multiplies in amount every time he comes home from a hunt.

↻ if jake's not spoiling you with presents, he gives you all the attention you want. that is, when he's not being a tease. if you're feeling extra needy, he would have that knowing smile decorating his face, cooing at you and just lathering you with endless kisses.

↻ he can be a meanie sometimes though and will deny you of his touches before giving in. he just adores seeing you all whiny and pouty, all because of him. he thinks you're so cute. gets so offended when you hiss at him and ignore him anyway.

"what are you hissing at me for, kid? ya' wanna get punished, that it?" he says with an eyebrow arched in a challenging manner, the pointy ends of his teeth baring themselves when he hisses back.

he laughs lightheartedly when you immediately fold, crawling up his lap and burrowing yourself in his arms. "you're such a meanie, ma'jake!"

↻ adores the difference in size between you and him— you just look so small and pretty compared to his strong built. when in public, he likes having his arms around your waist or if he's feeling possessive, the thick of his tail would curl around your thigh, tickling your skin.

↻ he's so addicted to the way your body fits perfectly against him. it drives him crazy every time he's got you under him, writhing and moaning his name like he's the only one you feel, the only one you hear, the only one you see. he loses it when you cry out how much you want him to make you pregnant, maneuvering your legs up and pressing them beside your ears in a mating press so he can pound into you with no problem.

"fuckin' hell, sweetheart. ease up, you're squeezing my cock." he laughs in between heavy breaths, eyeing your red rimmed eyes from crying tears of pleasure. he doesn't wait for you to relax entirely though because as soon as you lay your head back, he's thrusting in and out without so much as a strain. he's determined, a man on a mission to breed you— just like you had asked him a few moments prior.

"'m gonna knock you up. give you my babies, make your tummy swell with my brats," he pauses to bring a hand between your bodies, large palm splayed over the expanse of your stomach before continuing, "my pretty little wife. you'd like that, huh?"

↻ he fucking WHIMPERS when you ride him, squeezing his lengthy cock for all its worth while he gazes up at you, eyes twinkling in lust and very much swooning— so taken by the way your hips roll and meet his thrusts to reach your orgasms together.

"ooh shit— baby, you're so beautiful." jake whines into the skin of your neck where his lips are pressed. his large hands find purchase on your hips, helping you bounce on his shaft. "are you gon' cum, kid? make a mess on my cock?" and when you do nod your head, a moan of his name falling from your lips, a guttural sound emits from the back of his throat— feral and deep before one of his hands wraps around your neck. "then cum for me, baby. you know you want to."

↻ loves giving more than receiving head but he enjoys it when you try to fit his entire girth in your warm mouth. he told you before that he eats your pussy for his own pleasure, and good gracious, this man wouldn't stop until you're nothing but a moaning mess under his ministrations. he likes it when you're pliant, when all you can do is sing his name in pleasure, when all of your senses are filled with nothing but him while he do whatever he wants with your body.

↻ he has a thing for tail pulling— he does it, paired with his intimidating hiss, when you're acting like a brat and disobeys him. almost always, it's an occurrence when he's hitting it from behind though. he just loves hearing you keen when he wraps a strong hand around the length of your tail, teetering between pleasure and pain. 

↻ he's so whipped, very much so. just one smile his way and his heart is fluttering, his mind blanking and his cock is hardening. he would fuck you unwarranted— he just loves being so close to you, intimate in the way only mates do. aND WHEN YOU TWO PERFORM TSAHEYLU, HE SWEARS EVERY TIME, HE'S IN HEAVEN.

↻ jake is not shy of showing affection in public. as a matter of fact, he is the one initiating the contact and you're just there, basking in his warmth and his doting. the entire clan is so sick of you two, get a room.

↻ to wrap this all up, jake is very loving and always horny. the end! lmao.

꒰꒰. NOTE: honestly, i don't even know anymore. i've never written anything as fast as i have here in a while. ig this is what happens when you're so down bad 🥹 anyway i love jake sully sm. i need him w/ me and in me dhskajddjjsk

[majestyjun]

Okay this thing is on my mind, reader and Yeonjun having a heated makeout and then readers cat comes in between and interrupt them, reader immediately took her cat on her lap leaving Yeonjun

and Yeonjun just sits there with his hands on his lap getting jealous with that cat!

I know this is not nsfw content but what is your thought?

# yeonjun n taehyun + cockblocked by cats !!

tw. f!reader, suggestive, smut (sorta), cockblock lol, not meant to be serious. minors dni + nsfw !! not proofread + written on phone

a/n. ok was originally making this ot5 but i only liked 2 of my drafted pieces </3 here they are~~ this is from like january—

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# yeonjun

yeonjun’s plump lips claiming yours possessively, rough kisses and wandering hands, appreciatively kneading the plush of your thighs. your back against the leather armrest, his shadow leaning over your body, mean, bruising kisses relentless as his hands roam your curves, shameless and territorial. smirking against your lips at every whimper and whine, swallowing your soft moans as his fingers trail along the hem of your shirt, lifting the soft fabric and exposing the cold air to your cute abdomen. “mmph—!” a sweet whimper escaping as yeonjun yanks up your shirt, cloth bunching over your pretty tits. “all mine, princess?” your eyes squeezing shut, leaning further into his dominating kisses as his hands cup your cute tits, pulling down your bra as he groped the soft plush greedily, his tongue meeting yours in a heated make out, saliva mixing with every touch. “so cute,” he smirks, and does he love every little squeak and breathy mewl between kisses, fingers playing with your sensitive nipple, tugging and rubbing the sensitive little bud. “y-yeonjun—“ you gasp, an unbearable heat burning in your core, the sensation of wet panties and his greedy hands so overwhelming. tight erection brushing against your leg, his hand leaving your pretty tits and sliding down your curves, teasingly making his way to your waistband.

just as his hands reach the waistband of your shorts, a warmth slides under his hands, straight into your lap, a fluffy barrier to your cute crotch. and it’s game over for him, your hands pushing yeonjun’s chest away without a second though, tugging your shirt down as you giggle and gaze down at the large, grouchy tomcat occupying your lap. “when did you wake up from your nap~?” you laugh, feeling the cat’s tail brush up against your legs, warm and comfortable as he nestles down deeper, a presumptuous mrow as if demanding attention. humming, your fingers rub and scratch behind its ears, an approving purr as the cat leans further into your touch, rubbing his head against your tummy. “ya, hyung was here first!” yeonjun groans, exasperation radiating from the grumpy glare directed towards your cat as he sits back, frowning at the tomcat occupying your entire attention. and just as if he understood, the furry (arrogant) creature in your lap growls a low, grouchy meow, his tail flicking as he gazes up at you unhappily. “no, no, it’s okay,” you sigh, leaning down to nuzzle his ears affectionately, “yeonjun’s just being so mean to you.” purring happily as you give small head kisses and stroke his fur, your attention preoccupied as your tomcat gives yeonjun a smug yawn, mewling sweetly for more pampering. “not fair, she’s mine!” yeonjun huffs, his arms folding over his broad chest, you’d really take the cat’s side over his? a mutual glare of competition between tomcat and boyfriend, oh, it’s war now. and just as yeonjun taps your chin up, leaning down to capture your lips once more, the cat in your lap hisses furiously, an angered paw swipe to his hand, leaving a shallow scratch. “what’s wrong?” you gasp, immediately scooping up the large tomcat in your arms, gentle coos as you give him a hug before climbing off the couch. “he’s what’s wrong!” yeonjun groans, examining the scratch on his hand as blood beads along the mark. humming softly, you bury your face his soft fur, walking off to your bedroom. and as if that wasn’t enough, the tomcat’s head peeks over your shoulder, shooting yeonjun a satisfied look. “fuck that cat.” he grumbles. plus one scratch, minus one girlfriend, and a persistently remaining erection.

# taehyun

other way, love,” taehyun murmurs as you seat yourself on his thigh tentatively, a gentle tap on your neck, “don’t hide from me.” peeking over your shoulder, rush of warmth trickling down your skin at his lustful gaze, eyes laced with intention. nervously, you stand and turn around, climbing back in his thigh to face him, shyly avoiding his fixated gaze as your eyes land on his carved collarbones. “good girl,” a hand landing on your hip, the other clasping your jaw and cheek, tilting your timid face up to his, only inches away from his lips, “trust me?” with a slight nod, taehyun’s grip on your hip tightens, firm yet gentle, holding your body down on his thigh. smooth material between your thighs, sweet and tender pussy pressed to the cloth of his dress pants through your thin panties, already wet with arousal as you nervously place your hands on the broad plane of his chest. “hnng—!” a small mewl escapes your lips as taehyun gently rocks your hips on his thigh, musculature pleasurably rubbing against your wet pussy, friction catching your soaked panties and dragging the little cloth against your sensitive skin. plush thighs clenched over his muscular one, sweet gasps and whimpers as you ride his thigh, movements tentatively increasing in intensity as taehyun dominates control, stroking your cute cunt against his thigh harder and faster, your soft tits bouncing with the little hiccups of nervous pleasure, eyes glossy with teary embarrassment as you gaze down, a darkening spot on his dress pants as your lewd little pussy rubs against his leg. “nngh— t-taehyun, w-want—“ and as if he can read your mind, taehyun’s lips claim yours, possessively biting into the plush of your lower lip. a cute squeak escaping, only for his tongue to slide past your lips, wet muscle teasing yours with saliva covered romance, your eyes clenched shut with pleasure. “so good,” taehyun murmurs, a string of drool connecting your swollen lips to his, “going to make you cum on my thigh.” dumbly nodding, eagerly accepting his enrapturing kiss once more as your fingers tighten on his dress shirt, tensed with the growing pressure in your core, heat spreading from between your legs… only for an insistent scratching to break the salacious sounds of kisses and slick.

breaking the kiss, taehyun’s gaze turning to the window as a little, bedraggled kitten lets out a high pitched mew, little claws scrabbling against the glass. “taehyun–?” you whimper, only for his hands to land on your hips, gently lifting you off his thigh and settling you down on his bed, a trailing cry of protest as your climax fades, suddenly empty of pleasuring sexual sensation. “sorry, sugar, need to take care of this.” and as if he hadn’t had you about to cum on his thigh moments before, taehyun plants a small kiss on your forehead and walks over to his window, easily lifting the pane and scooping up the kitten in his hands. so small, and fitting in his large hands, the little cat meowing happily and rubbing its ears on his skin. “you always come here so late,” taehyun smiles, “really picked an inconvenient time.” as if apologizing, letting a high pitched meow as it gazes at taehyun, little paws resting on his shapely fingers. “i know, i know,” he sighs, exiting his bedroom, murmuring small reprimands to the kitten as sounds of the fridge opening quietly as a smile graces your features, tension loosening in your body as a gentle breeze flows from the window. curling up in the sheets, just imagining taehyun as he pours a dish of milk, crouched down and gently petting the fuzzy kitten, dirty fur and all, a little high pitched purr emanating from its tiny body.

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[bellysoupset]

"Are you drunk?" Bella asked with a chuckle, raising her eyes from her laptop as Luke stumbled into the living room of their tiny house and pressed his forehead to the open front door.

He hiccupped, raised a hand and then pinched his fingers in a little-bit manner.

Bell snorted, "I don't know if I believe you, Lucas," she looked back at the screen, considering if she should continue her online RPG game or tap out. He had been gone for most of the night and she missed him, but it also felt like a bit of an asshole move-

A loud burp interrupted her thought process and Bella jumped on the couch, startled. She looked up in time to see her husband folding in half, a hand open on his chest and rubbing in circles as he tried to work up another burp.

"Christ, Luke," she laughed, " at least let me hang up the discord call first," Bella typed a quick sorry guys gtg. keep going w/o me and disconnected her headphones, closing her laptop without bothering to shut it down.

In the thirty seconds it took her to do it, Luke had kicked the front door shut and was leaning against it with a hand pressed to his stomach, but a lazy smile stretched on his face, green eyes dark and hazy thanks to the alcohol, his cheeks tinted red.

"Stop giving me those bedroom eyes, Atwood," Bella shook her head fondly, putting away her laptop, "you're looking a little green around the gills."

"Uhhhm, you're no fun," Luke sighed, crossing the distance to the couch and tackling himself over her, pining Bella down. She let out a squeal, squirming under his body, in order to hug him with her arms and legs.

"Yeah yeah yeah," she rolled her eyes fondly and Luke pressed his forehead to her chin and blew out a small burp under his breath, "how did you even manage to get drunk? I thought it was going to be just you and Leo?"

"It was just us," Lucas nodded and his belly, pressed to Bella's thigh thanks to their weird arrangement on the couch, let out a gurgle that she could feel, "then Spence-" he interrupted himself to burp, whole body tensing as the rush of air was expelled, before collapsing back down, "Spencer and Mikey, from the team, showed up so..."

"They goaded you, captain?" Bella teased him lightly, pressing her lips to his temple and causing Luke to let out a groan, his voice muffled by her chest.

"Nooo..."

"No? Please, Lucas, I know you," she scratched his back up and down, "can't have them know former team captain extraordinaire was and still is a lightweight."

"You're so mean to me," Luke whined, letting out another brassy belch and groaning as his belly gurgled in response, "I don't feel good, its all... Yeah, its not good," he pulled back with a frown, moving from the hug in order to sit up and promptly pressing a fist to his mouth to muffle a disgustingly loud burp, which turned wet towards the ending and had him gulping down.

"Luke?" Bella moved up, getting on her knees on the cushions and pushing his dark hair back, "baby?"

"I'm so burpy..." Lucas sighed, letting his head lean back. A gurgly sound went from his belly to his throat, but the burp fizzled out, "I feel gross."

"It's the beer," Bella settled against his side, reaching for her husband's jeans and undoing his fly, giving his belly more space. He was bloated as hell, taut stomach barely going in as she pushed her cold fingers against it, "relax and let me rub it for you..."

"Mmm'kay," he mumbled, spreading out his legs and immediately letting out a huge burp as Bella pressed the heel of her hand against the side of his tummy, starting to rub it. He chuckled at the end of the sudden burp, rubbing his chest, "sorry, wow- Sorry."

Bella only snorted, moving to rest her legs on top of his and continuing the belly rub, "you'd think by now you'd realize that beer always messes with you, Lu..."

"Ugh," he gulped down, turning his head and blowing out a low, breathy burp, "I know, I know... But we were having so much fun..."

She rolled her eyes, drumming her fingers lightly against his bloated stomach and hearing the thump-thump it made, clearly filled with air, "how were the guys, anyway?"

"They're doing great," Lucas shrugged, smiling, "Mikey is running a veterinarian clinic and Spencer works for a bank, don't ask me what he does but he seemed happy."

She grinned, "did Leo tell them about the wedding?"

Lucas nodded, then moved Bell's hand to his lower belly and groaned as she pressed on it, "Leo was always everyone's favorite, I think he'll end up inviting most of the te-" he interrupted himself with another harsh, loud wet burp and grimaced, smacking his lips, "team... Ugh, hold on, baby-" he pushed Bella's hands away from his stomach and wrapped an arm around it, squeezing and bringing up an sequence of burps, each one wetter than the previous one.

Bella raised her eyebrows, planting a hand on his back and rubbing it up and down as he leaned forward, "those don't sound good, baby..."

"Just... Full," he cupped his mouth as another belch slipped up, sounding all frothy, "fuck..." Luke fell back against the couch with a sigh, "that helped a little..."

"Wanna head to bed?" Bella petted the hair on his nape, the dark chocolate waves that ended into swooping c's, blushing as he turned his head and kissed the inside of her wrist, nodding, "okay, up you go-" her voice strained as he jumped up and tried to pull him with.

Lucas smiled at the fact, before grabbing her arm and allowing her to pull him up, groaning when the movement caused his overly full belly to slosh, "oh gross... Hold on a sec-" he braced against the couch's arm and Bella took a step back.

"Please don't puke on the carp-"

A loud, huge burp answered her, then Luke let out a heavy sigh, "oof, needed that!" his voice was suddenly much cheery, making her laugh.

"Probably a record for you," she wrapped an arm behind his back, pulling him closer and walking them to the bedroom, "feeling better?"

"Not queasy anymore," he nodded, throwing an arm around her shoulders and hugging Bella closer.

[nv11c]

IMAGINATION ft. itoshi sae

no plot no proofread just blindfold play | semi-smut 18+, gn!reader

"hey. look up, look me in the eye." you tilt your head, gracing yourself with sae's gentle glare. in his hands lay a long cloth, tender, waiting to claim your eyes. your heart thumps. you hope he doesn't hear them in your gaze.

"if you don't like anything we're doing," he lifts your chin higher with satin fingers, "tell me." you nod. thumb drifting across your cheek, he sighs; condescending in his tone but revering in his meaning. "get ready."

so you do. against you come the shared mumbles of cloth and breath, continuing past your ears to the back of your head. and just like how your vision shifts with the weight on your eyes, the bed shifts where your sides end. a warmth engulfs you- and so do your senses.

cloth against fabric against skin against heat against air and you can't stop comprehending. sae adds one more to the list; palm resting on your cheek. rest, however, is the last way you'd describe it. he knows that. the singular more comfortable palm divides into fingers. he rubs them against your skin, delicate, as if counting every miniscule of hair that adorns it.

like that wasn't enough to overwhelm you, he blows against your ear- malicious hot air translating to shivers inside translating to whimpers out. he chuckles. he chuckles, when so much as a smile is difficult to retrieve from him. here is your tragic privilege of not being able to see.

the fingers on your cheek travel down your jaw; tracing it lightly, drawing circles along the way. or hearts. or stars. or, as you recognise a certain curve at the end, spelling his name. the weight around you moves, and there is another shift. you feel his breaths' footsteps trailing along your neck- and sae takes to kissing it. kind, at first, but mercy steps away the closer he gets to your collarbone. when he reaches it, mercy leaves. he bites.

an elusive gasp fills the room; otherwise silent with the rustle of weight-shifted sheets. "hmm?" he hums, though you feel its vibrations on your skin before you hear his voice. "that," you half-whispered, was unfair. you don't sound the rest of the sentence out. not because you didn't want to, but because sae, lips still fixed on you, started toying with your torso.

you feel him poking, tracing and prodding; exploring every inch you assume he could reach in this position. "-didn't catch that." the wet murmur against your skin stops all will to repeat yourself. with the way his fingers move, he likely doesn't want an answer anyway. he grabs you where you fold. tickles you where you cave. your hands fly to his forearm as self-defense, and you regret it.

the firm of his muscles, its tenses and curves- you regret not seeing it. you regret not seeing him. with his possession of your sight you feel him all the more yet there's an emptiness where his visage doesn't exist.

as he continues his ministrations on your torso, you lean back. making up for that emptiness. imagining. in comes the vision of his lips nipping you albeit not on your collarbone (because he's never kissed you on your collarbone before). in comes the sight of his fingers taking charge of your tummy, forced into your memory by him because you will never get how fucking perfect you are.

in comes the sight of his pants- unfelt in the way you can't distinguish between your legs and his- but you know that they must've gotten tight. they must have.

sae leaves your neck with a 'pop'. you wonder what he sees. how many hickeys he's managed. how disheveled you must look. "how do you feel?" he checks in- meaning you probably look a little too disheveled. you wonder if your hair bunches up where he's tied the blindfold. "well?" impatience laces his voice of concern.

nervous, you mean to say. regretful, though you mean that a little less. "alright," is where you settle.

"good." you feel his arms wrap around you, pushing you down. almost like you're being tackled in some sport or another. except he's gentle and a little more genteel than you're used to. with his hands dragging down to your hips, he tugs at the bands of your underwear.

"let's finally get started."