#like i need to get really sweaty or smth

[rintoki]

when I saw Marius and Luke's 3rd ani card MY JAW DROPPED LIKE WTF AND APPARENTLY THEY MOAN WHEN WE TOUCH THEM TO DNBDBSNDNDJD THEY WILL BE MINE

I'm so looking forward to the 4tg anniversary....will they be pregnant?? are we gonna see their ding dong 👀👀

also the new Fontaine characters look sooo good they're so pretty for what😭😭 they're making me want to play the game again

🖤

HOW CAN U SAY THAT TO MEEEEE alright that’s it i’m setting up alarms for this game.

NO BCC DID U SEE THE NEW EVENT AND CARDS THE COLLAB WITH THE MUSEUMMM IM SOOODNFKENCKND they’re so gorgeous i’m sobbing i have to pull it’s my favourite concept ever i’m so weak i said i would save and then immediately the next event i’m pulling again NOOOO

we need sex for 4th anni like i lowkey feel like hyv would do that like not explicitly obviously but like implied SEGGS with ml i need to put my strap into them ASAPPP like the card is gonna be a picture of the morning after FOR SUREEE and if hyv is feeling spicy maybe some hickeys or lovebites to rlly sell it

ALSO YEAAA FONTAINE IM SO EGGCITED i’m waiting for neuvillette he looks so cute to me idk why also i saw leaks of his kit and i rlly want to play him HEHEH :3

ANYWAY how have u beennnn 🫶🏼

[a66-1]

I NEED DRUNK SIMON DRABBLE OR SMTH ALL OKAY BUT I NEED DRUNK SIMON AAAAAAA

thx in advance 😈

(btw ur rules and regulations link isn’t working)

- HalloHello

thank you king for the idea and for the heads up

I accidentally privated the post so it'll be working right after this.

ANYWAYS

Drunk! Simon x Not so drunk! Reader

TW: Very drunk Simon. I think that's it

A/N: fangirling really hard rn

semi-proofread

You stayed up a little later becasue Simon said he'd be home soon, on a little drinking night with his buddies. He's usually good with controlling himself while drinking, but after missions? Man gets shitfaced and is all hugs and kisses and I love yous.

He's a sweetheart when drunk. Not to say he's not always a sweetheart, but when he has no inhibitions and is actually calm and not tense, he's a big old baby. His inner child really plays out.

You hear Gaz pull into your driveway, as he's usually the designated driver for the after mission drinks. You open your door to say hi to Simon but..

You see Gaz get out of the car with Simon. You open your door, waving. Simon doesn't wave back, and Gaz laughes quickly. He brings him up to the steps, and helps Simon walk up the stairs to your front door.

"Hey, darling. I'm handing you your.. Uh.. Very... Drunk boyfriend." Gaz holds back a hard laugh when Simon, his big self, stumbles forward to lean half his weight on you. You support yourself on the door confused.

"How-What-When--" You look for words but they fail you. Gaz shrugs.

"Even we don't know. Johnny told him to slow down, but.." Gaz gestures to the mess Simon is, and tips his head.

"Don't mean to leave you with him, but I got to drop off Price. Just.. Update me, yeah? I don't know why he'd drink so much," Gaz gives you a nice smile, and walks back to his car to drive off. You take Simon's hand, and try to lead him in. Simon laughs softly, a laugh you rarely hear, and he kisses your face a few times.

He gets in the house, just to crumple to the entrys mudroom seat, and leans back back into some of his own work shoes.

"Oh my, ya'... Y'r such a sore for sight eyes.." He mumbles. You tilt your head, in an 'excuse me' motion. He shakes his head, before trying to stand, and falling back.

"No no, love, a-a sight for sore eyes.. Yea' a sight.." He sighs, "I wish I had a girlfriend tha' wa-was like ya'.."

You snicker, covering your mouth. You manage to get him to the couch, and then your bed, taking off his sweaty shirt and changing his jeans to PJ pants.

"'F I ev'r 'ad a girl, 'd wan' her like ya'.." His words seemed to decline in coherence as he got more tired. You nodded slightly, smiling crookedly.

"Like me, you say? Why's that?" You kiss his temple, and he smiles warmly. His smile is the prettiest you've seen, and you love when he's even slightly drunk because he flashes it so much more.

"'M safe with ya'.. Why wouldn't I wan' a girl like ya'," he smiles, and takes your hand, and holds it.. Like a baby. His big ass hand is wrapped around your thumb.

You softly rub his scalp, as he moves himself onto your chest. You have the TV playing, watching your favorite show. Simon is mumbling.. Something, your sure, but he's just putty in your hands. Imagine: a big burly man, drunk, and infatuated in his girlfriend (but he apparently doesn't know) like a small school boy. It's adorable seeing him defenseless for once, relaxed shoulders, and his gaze is just as strong as he gazes up at you. You peck his forehead, and rub the bridge of his previously broken nose.

"Hey, Si, guess what?" You smile softly, your hand holding his jaw. He hums and tilts his head. "Did you know that I'm actually your girlfriend?"

He stares dumbfounded for a moment, before shaking his head.

"Can't be, mm... Y'r too pretty for me." He kisses your palm, and smiles.

"I promise. 2 years strong, honey." You kiss his lips softly, smiling at his cluelessness. His hands grip the sides of your shirt, looking up at you. He doesn't believe you, crazily, he's still got his insecurities.

"No no, ya'... Ya' shouldn't be.. Wasting Y'r time.." You shush him with another kiss, before his head falls onto his chest. He sighs.

"Wasting my time? Si, honey, I love spending my time on you." You kiss the crown of his head, and scratch his head. He mumbles more incoherent thoughts. He's lights out very quickly, and you follow suit a few minutes later.

The morning comes, and so does a very hungover Simon. He groans, sitting up, and wiping his jaw harshly. You were awake, on your phone when you feel him shift.

"Oh, hey baby." You smiled, and out your phone down. He groans, and nuzzles into your neck, complaining about how his head hurts.

"I know, I know. I got some advil for you." You grab the bottle from the side table, and feed him 2.

"God.. I'm.. Was I..?" He rubs his eyes and gives up, seeking comfort in your arms. Your rub his head some more, and move your fingers to rub his temples.

"You gotta stop drinking so hard, baby." You whisper, "I know you don't do it often, but.. Are the mornings worth it?"

He nods, to your surprise, and leans into your hands. "Mm.. Yeah.. It's worth it.. Cuz'.. Ya' rub my head and kiss me and.. Mm... Hug me.."

You kiss his head, and shake your own.

"Next time, just ask okay?" You get a nod as a response from him. He whispers a thank you into your neck, before drifting off to sleep until 1, like usual.

ahh this was so cute to write and I fell asleep writing it so. thats why I'm posting it in the morning.

by babes!!

-a661

[wannabelife]

i can’t help but see mingyu as a gentle GIANT he’s probably would be so whipped for his partner in every aspect of his life and he is probably an amazing partner during sex always focusing his partner’s pleasure rather than his own which is followed along by loving aftercare… could you make scenario out of this? 🫣🫣

for sure, i see smth like this too! i just know it's more pleasurable for him when his partner is receiving more than him, like it's a big turn-on

warnings: penetration, lots of cum, passionate sex, pinning

you can feel goosebumps forming all over your skin, the familiar knock right there on your lower belly as mingyu thrust into you. he's so close, his hot breath hitting the side of your cheeks as you both moan with how hot it feels. his hands on yours as he pins you down while fucking you.

like he hadn't hooked you up enough from the start, like he hadn't eat you out like a starving man earlier, like he hadn't praised your taste like you were the last and only meal made for him, and drink up your juices. like he hadn't got impossible hard just from kissing all over your body alone. his warm hands that had caressed your nipples with so much eager and passion, just to hear the pretty sounds you make for him like you're doing right now underneath him.

"you're so fucking perfect, yn" he says, your back arching and head throwing back, the nastiest sounds slipping out from your lips.

you're so so close, he can feel it as he picks up the pace. your body goes stiff like you're afraid you might break if you let it go. your grip on his hands gets tighter, you moans turning into whimpers "i cant, it feels so good, gyu" you plea.

you start to move your hips, meeting his thrusts, but immediately feel his grip leave your hands to your waist, pinning you harshly to the bed. he grunts, stopping you from moving "no, pretty. let me give you everything, dont waste a single length of your muscles. you're too perfect" he states and you turn yourself in a moaning mess.

"you're doing do great, so good to me" he talks you through it, your heels pushing him more to your core as he grunts "come on pretty cum for me, i know you want to" he encourages.

its like your whole body listen and responds to him because in seconds you're cumming, wetting down his length, clenching around him nonstop, that has his dick twitching inside of you as he lets out the most beautiful low moan you've ever heard "fuck, you're a truly goddess"

a few more pounds and he's cumming too. he tries to pull out, some of it still getting inside and some hitting directly on your sensitive clit, making your body squirm under him as you tightens and cum some more. he moans sweet praises to your skin, close to your ear, before his body relaxes, coming down from the high.

both of you waiting for your breath to get back to normal and your mind back to reality. when he feels sober enough, he lifts his height from you, plopping down his naked sweaty body beside you on the bed. looking back at your face, he sees your eyes already closing "babe, you gotta wash up before you sleep" he says, and you whine, almost giving in to the sleep.

"just a few minutes, please..." you pout, looking back at him as a smile lights up his features.

he gets closer, adjusting some of the messy pieces of your hair and leaving a kiss to your lips "you aint getting away from it, i know you" he smiles foundly, knowing well you wont get up.

he pulls you, one hand around your back and the other one lifting your both knees as he's getting both of your bodies up from the mattress. caring you bridal style to the bathroom with him "really fast and we sleep, promise" he defends while on your way. and you couldn't mind at all, you know you won't have to move a muscle here too, he wouldn't let you. he will clean you up himself. some say that's too much, but you're just royalty to him, he needs to treat you as much as he can.

"can we hug?" you pronounce like you dont do it every night already.

"you dont even have to ask, baby. of course."

[suguruplsr]

Showing them how flexible you are !

✰ ✰ ✰ all you need to do is let your pretty body take his cock , no matter much he stretches you !

જ⁀➴ w / satoru , suguru , toji

,, fem! reader , folding , hand stand , public sex , quickie , choking , manhandling , dumbification , lemme know if i missed smth !

✰ Satoru

“t-toruuu we need to teach!” you whimper at the feeling of satoru sliding in your cunny. you two were tucked in some random closet, one of your legs raised all the way up onto his shoulder while he held you against the wall. both of you were sweaty, rushed hands trying to find each others bodies before you lose yourselves, “t-they won’t notice if we’re quick, kay’ sweetie?” satoru stutters, slumping his head in your neck and giving you all of his weight, making you stretch completely to all of him. “b-but you’re makin’ a mess” you cry, and you couldn’t help it, his cock was practically snapping in you with precision that has your mind turning into mush. and you were sure you could hear the dripping juices from your cunt onto the floor. “c’mon baby, t-they won’t know it’s us. heh. worryin’ too much~” satoru grins, pressing firmly onto you to give a particularly harsh thrust that makes you forget what you were saying.

✰ Suguru

“this hurts su…” you huff out, your hands holding your legs all the way back, folding yourself in half while suguru towered over you, his cock pushed into you to the hilt. “didn’t you tell one of your friends you wanted me to fold you? j-just makin’ a dream come true sweetheart.” suguru laughs breathlessly, watching how your face contorts so cutely when he slides his girth out your cunt, “you weren’t even supposed to hear that!” your voice comes out in a whine, your nails digging into the plus of your thighs from how he began to pound into you, the sounds of your flesh meeting was so lewd. “eh? oh well, it’s happening now ain’t it? fuckin’ feels good too.” suguru leans down, sloppily kissing you and eating up all of your moans like it was nothing. one of his hands move up to your neck, grasping it tightly. it was so hazy, each plunge of his cock already had your eyes rolling but now you were completely shuddering under him. suguru smirks at your form, his cock is twitching inside you and he’s sure he’s going to try this again from how thick his load is going to be, “oh look at you pretty girl, so adorable. takin’ me like a champ..”

✰ Toji

this was down right perverse. all because toji deemed himself too tall to reach your pussy, so you had to reach him. you were in a handstand position on the couch, well not really from how your arms were losing their balance on the cushions and how toji held you up with his large arms around your thighs, cock slicking in and out your wet hole and occasionally slapping your ass when you squirmed too much. “you alright down there?” toji chuckles, responding to your muffled whines with a swift thrust of his length, “can’t— uh, do it anymore!” you manage to get out, your hands and arms were shaking, and his languid thrusts weren’t helping any much. you almost wanted to cry because you knew he didn’t intend to just fuck you, he liked seeing you writhe trying to keep up with his perverted ideas. “but you said you would. ‘i can take it all toji!’ ain’t that what you said?” toji mocks you, slowly rolling his hips at the sound of your sobs, “b-but s’too—“ “i hope my pretty girl isn’t complainin’ to me bout somethin’ she clearly said she could do..” he cuts you off with a sharp thrust, his grip on you tightening and holding you up when you almost fall, but that only makes the tip of his cock rub against your cervix. you whine in the couch as he keeps making fun of you, edging you on with little lazy thrusts. yea, he always gets what he wants.

[frmisnow]

Hii ! So for Morning mistakes pt2 i'd love to get a pov of Jungkook at first during the rest of the practice after y/n teased him, maybe him being worked up and then him going home to her and fucking it out hehe 🤭😋

If you could add some d*ggy pov and dirty talk that would be great !!

˙✧˖ ?! — EDGY EVENINGS. - MDNI !!! (pt.2 to MORNING MISTAKES.)

— ‧₊˚ — 🌌 : "that's all you're good for- you always need something in your mouth, don't you.. ” ??

summary. maybe you teased him just a little bit to much... any way any who: sweaty mean after practice kook!!

warnings/includes. (NSFW) dom! jungkook x non specified! reader, he's mean :O - talking: overstimulation (edging), degrading + dirty talk!! , anal sex, finger sucking (+ light thrroat fucking??), he's rly kind and caring after tho :)

"wanna fuck you so hard, there's nothing else you can think about but the sound of my dick slapping against your damn ass" pressed out through his teeth, his voice groaned unusually low as his hips slammed against your backside once more, the loud sound probably heard by absolutly every neighbour possible.

your knuckles were most likely purple by the way you could feel yourself holding onto the thin bed sheets but at the same time you were to busy whining and letting out consistent dumb blabbering that you didn't care about how bad your ass hurt or your hands or even your head - which was trying it's best to let out something remotely sensical but always gave up mid-way through a thought.

but even your mouth was soon taken over by his fingers which you'd suck to the best of your abilities, pretty good considering the fact that he had been fucking you for the past hours, every single time - so close to coming but pulling out the last second.

the little tears that formed in your eyes he'd notice, wiping them away so gently - always tempting with the fact that he could make you cum so hard, that he could do it in seconds, that he knew how sensitive you really were but... always chose not to just to show who's in charge.

grinning at how you were sucking his fingers so obediently, light drool beginning to from at the corner of your mouth, "just like that, that's all you're good for- you always need something in your mouth, don't you?"

"you wanna cum? c'mon answer" his fingers were longer then you last remembered if you even ever did, actually faintly throat-fucking you with them while not failing to move his hips in a way that was once again leading you to an upcoming orgasm.

you nodded repeatedly, practically helpless, completly devoted to him- him, who stuffed you so full of everything his, his thick cock reddened and covered in pre-cum, leading to a wet sound everytime his hips met your ass, his fingers covered in spit and salivea.

"can't talk anymore? do you really deserve to cum if you can't ev-"

"fuck yes, need it so bad, please, please" your voice muffeled still by his fingers, lips wrapping around each one, eagerly sucking like trying to prove smth.

the pounding speeded up just slightly as he moaned himself at the feeling of being so long so deep inside you, how your ass bounced slightly everytime he hit it the right way "fuck- might, my- cum, fuck"

cum dripped out of your ass as he pulled out carefully instantly wrapping his arms around you, dick still pressed against you somehow yet he whispered with so much pureness and care, "are you okay? was i to mean? do you need water? i should clean u-"

cutting him of you kissed him, the small smile on his lips so cute as he returned it lazily, running his hands through your hair, kissing your forehead when your lips seperated, "wanna take a shower?"

[purinfelix]

Hello! I love your writing 💕 can i request something fluff with gavi?

post-match routine ˙✧˖°

pairing: gavi x reader (established relationship) summary: your plans for post-match cuddles with your boyfriend are interrupted when he debuts a new haircut at a game warnings: none - just fluff !! w/c: 988

a/n: thank you sm for the rq and kind words anon!! <33 i had an idea to write smth like this a while ago (when gavi first cut his hair lol) but i'm missing him a lot now so :"") here it is - consider it a love letter to his long and fluffy hair

The jingle of keys echoing through your empty apartment alerted you of your boyfriend’s arrival home after a match. You craned your neck from your spot on the couch, where you had made yourself comfortable to doom scroll on your phone. Due to an overload of work you had had to miss this game, but had just been catching up on its events after finally muscling your way through your workload. The boys had won, of course, but there was something else that had caught your eye when looking through match highlights  - your boyfriend’s hair. 

You almost didn’t believe it when you saw the clips of him walking out from the locker room, seeing how short he had cut his hair almost sent you spiralling. Obviously, you would still love him nonetheless, but his fluffy hair had always been one of your favourite things about him. And now, it was just so short. And you may or may not have taken to your various social media platforms to express your disdain for it, which you may or may not have overexaggerated for the sake of humouring his fans. 

As you heard the door swing open though, you tossed your phone aside to focus your attention solely on the heaving mass that was your boyfriend as he staggered in. He really looked like hell, and you weren’t just talking about his new haircut, you would choose to bite your tongue on that for now. After an intense match, without having been subbed off once, he stood there sweaty, visibly aching with a pained expression. 

“Hello baby,” you coo smoothly, watching as the bags he was only just holding onto fell to the ground around him. Usually after long matches, espeically one’s you couldn’t attend, Gavi would come home and collapse into your arms. It was his way of ‘recharging’ before getting cleaned up. 

But today was different. He simply stood there, swaying side to side - although you were sure this was more a result of the unstoppable force of fatigue than any actual deliberate choice of his. There was one feature though that told you all you needed to know - a familiar pout spread across his face as he looked down at his own feet. 

“You really hate my hair that much?” His tone was quiet, his voice nothing more than a small, meagre ask. He must’ve seen your tweets, and your story, and maybe the few messages you had sent to him in the blind flurry that had followed first seeing his hair. You almost felt bad, hearing how guilty he sounded and it took everything within you not to give into your cuteness aggression and smother him right there and then. 

“No,” you let out a soft laugh, “I was only kidding,” 

“But, your tweets … and your stories …” he began, sounding so upset you couldn’t help but interrupt him. 

“It’s not my favourite of your looks, but I still love you, hm?” 

“Oh, thank god …” Gavi let out weakly, followed by a sigh of relief as if he had been waiting an eternity just to hear those words. Finally he managed to stagger over to where you were, albeit unsteadily, before collapsing onto you. 

You let out a soft exclamation at the feeling of your boyfriend’s entire body weight pressing down on you, a feeling you had come to not only find familiar but also a great deal of comfort in. He was sticky with sweat and his body radiated a heat you could only barely stand. But despite this he was still your boyfriend, your Gavi, and so you did the only thing you knew to do - wrap your arms around him and pull him closer. 

He let out a croak of thanks at this, shifting into a more comfortable position with his head turned to the side as he offered you a weak smile. 

“You played well today,” you mumble endearingly. 

“You say that every game,” he was quick to respond, even through the fatigue his attitude was strong. 

“Not my fault you play well every game,” you shot back even quicker, fingers coming up to delicately brush away the stray strands of hair stuck to his forehead. You let your fingers dance across his face, his cheeks, his eyebrows, each touch softer than the last. He only let out a hum in response, closing his eyes at the feeling he’d come to love far more than he’d ever admit. 

You two sit in silence for a while, and you had thought your boyfriend had drifted off to sleep on your chest as it would’ve been far from the first time he had. Rather though, he had just been listening in silence to your heartbeat, ear pressed to your chest, rising with each breath. Suddenly, the silence was broken by his soft voice coming once more. 

“Do you really think Pedri’s hair is nicer than mine?” You weren’t even looking but you could tell these words were coming from pouted lips. He must’ve been making reference to one of the throwaway tweets you had made about his haircut, because you could barely remember now. 

“Maybe,” you start, but as you watch his eyebrows furrow you’re quick to change your answer, accompanied by a laugh, “No, of course not.” 

At this, Gavi smiled, letting out a soft laugh of his own - music to your ears. He used what was left of his diminishing energy to take your hand, which up until now had been softly stroking his nape, and press it languidly to his lips. It was about as much affection as he could show in his tired state and you knew that all too well as you gazed down at him fondly. 

“You’ll be the death of me someday,” was the last thing he confessed, barely above a whisper but loud enough that you caught it, before drifting off to sleep.

[b00tyliciousbabe]

hey i loved your Jordan Riki himbo x male reader. can i request one with himbo sweaty Reece Walsh with fetish? smut with reader worshipping his body?

thank you so much :)

AWWW STAWP IT! that means a lot, I’m glad you liked it. jordan and reece are carrying my interest in rugby rn, smth about those himbo australian/new zealand players just gets me going.

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crutches

reece walsh x male reader

summary: just me fantasising about this man for a bit.

notes: i have been obsessed with the girl group flo for a while now and they recently dropped a new single that inspired me to write this.

song rec: ‘walk like this’ - flo

‘if he keeps this up, i might need crutches…’

your boyfriend, reece walsh was a star on the pitch. and you were always there to cheer him on. during practice, sending you kisses and stares from the field. his dad calls him lazy, that he shouldn’t let you distract him from the bigger picture. ‘if you truly loved him, you wouldn’t be such a distraction.’ the coach’s words reverberated in your head for a while and you suggested that it’d be best if you stopped coming to see him. it wasn’t a break up, and y’all would see each other everywhere else, but your heart couldn’t take the possibility of being the cause of his failure.

reece always went to the gym when he needed to clear his mind. you watched him rep with a sad typa aggression. knocking, you asked if everything was alright. ‘babe i don’t really wanna talk about it.’ your bf said as he moved on to bench press. ‘tough,’ you straddle him with a brattiness that you knew, deep down, he loved to fuck out of you. ‘I ain’t movin until you tell me what’s bothering you.’ he sat up properly , palming your lower back to stabilise himself, ‘you’re insufferable you know that,’ reece huffed. you stroked his cheek with your thumb, the anger in his face melting at the love you’d always shown him. ‘you know you can tell me anything.’ you reassured, knowing that his father’s word got to him deeply. his frown softened, wanting to unburden himself at the gentleness of your voice. reece took another breath as you laid your hand on his heart. ‘i just hate that he sees our relationship as a distraction,’ he sighs, shoulders getting heavier, ‘if anything, seeing you makes me more work harder.’ reece goes in to kiss your neck and breathes out ‘my own personal cheerleader.’ you cradled his head, placing your fingers in his locks. you broke apart, as you tapped his nose. ‘you’re so cute!’ you lovingly teased. ‘shut the fuck uppppp.’ reece droned, turning red as he hid his blushing in your ample chest. you felt a thick, warm rod pressing in between your cheeks, urging you to untie your bf’s shorts, whilst he placed light kisses on your pecs.

‘w-wai-wait.’ reece says groggily. your face dropped, afraid you had done something wrong. ‘what’s the matter?’ you asked, as he remained silent, dragging you off of him. ‘i can’t fuck you here,’ he said with a sincerity in his tone. ‘i need one place where i can actually focus on training,’ seeming more rational by the minute. he breathed deeper. you could see exactly how hard it was for him to say this; the two of you had been together for some time now, and sex was one thing that he never messed with. for him, your body was sacred, one he needed to give full attention to. ‘i get it, you just look really hot when you’re all sweaty and stuff.’ you respond, eyes widening at your last statement.

you had told him the one thing, you swore never to admit. ‘so all of those times i came home from practice all gross,’ he grinned at how open you could be in your discussions with him. ‘you liked that shit?’ you looked up, sheepishly as a mumbled ‘yes.’ escaped your mouth. trying to solve his problems and save yourself from further awkwardness , you quickly changed the subject. ‘we can’t do anything here,’ you elongated the final word in a slutty attempt to arouse him. ‘so, how are we going to solve…’ gesturing to the the bulge in his shorts that ceased to go down. no words were exchanged. reece grabbed your wrist and rushed you two into his dad’s office.

he pushed you against the locked door and closed all of the blinds. invading your neck and upper chest with lovebites, he was like a creature, ravaging you. ‘reece, wait.’ you say using your might to push his desires off. ‘are you sure you wanna do this? here?’ he watched, unable to think clearly whilst staring down at your pretty face. ‘never have i ever wanted to fuck you as much as i want to right now.’ he grunted as you palmed him through his boxers. though left unsaid, you both loved the idea of literally ‘fucking over’ his dad’s feelings towards your relationship.

before you knew it, y’all were fully naked; if you weren’t in his company, you might’ve felt some vulnerability in your exposure, but he soothed those concerns with his touch. something about how the beads of sweat decorated his tan skin, and danced around the contours of his muscles, always astounded you. whenever the two of you made love, nothing else mattered. reece walsh, the biggest prick in the world (literally), was such a mess with your mouth wrapped around his cock. ‘ughhh fuck,’ he smiled, stroking your hair ‘shit baby, you suck my dick so well.’ you adored his cock, loving how you decorated it with your glittery saliva as the shades of light brown skin and pink hues painted his rod.

‘stand up for me baby,’ he demanded. reece loved your body. cupping your cheeks and toying with them, he looked into your fuck me eyes as he grinded his dick between your thighs. jumping up to allow him greater access he sat himself on the boss’ chair, deepening his kiss. ‘y/n, you ready?’ reece breathed, fingering your hole. riding him in the team office was not on your 2024 bucket list, but you certainly weren’t complaining. his light green eyes staring at you so lovingly, as he fucked himself up into your hole with no remorse. The duality turned you insane. the tensing of his biceps, strength of his shoulder blades, you were putty in his hands. ‘I will never get tired of you.’ he moaned, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy. ‘I love you so much, my beautiful boy.’ you stroked his ego making him blush. he could snap out of being lovesick very quickly, but you were much better at bringing it out of him.

reece had found a rhythm; each time you lifted yourself from his huge dong, he gripped your plush waist and impaled you hard as you felt the veins of his cock imprint their way into your organs. it was a sight of true love. ‘fuck reece, you’re too big, i c-can’t.’ you subtly pleaded for him to slow down. your hole began to burn with a fiery stinging, but that was quickly forgotten as he reassured you: ‘i know baby, but you take it so well. that pussy is practically begging for my load.’ he wasn’t wrong. your tight lips involuntarily milked him so well that he couldn’t think straight. you bounced on him sloppily, signalling to your bf that you were getting close. he loved seeing his pretty boy fucked out on his cock. jackhammering at an insane speed he obliterated your ass, ‘FUCKKK FUCK REESE OH MY GOD!’ you exclaimed at the assault on your hole. it felt so good to have him rearrange your body, and you loved being his. ‘yeah, take it, imma give you it all,’ he groaned. the sounds of your wet hole and his precum made a symphony of pleasure, creating a percussion that accompanied the vocals y’all made. ‘cum for me,’ he grunted deeply, as he impaled you one last time, stuffing you with his batter. you painted his abs a bright white as he giggled seeing you in a trance. ‘every. fucking. time.’ you breathed out, recognising how whipped you were. ‘what?’ playing coy. as he licked his abdomen. ‘you know what,’ you playfully caressed his ear ‘turned me on so much that im sat in your dad’s office with his son’s dick up my ass.’ you both laughed, as reece savoured the sight of the boyfriend he loved so dearly.

despite how uncomfortable it would’ve been cockwarming your boyfriend, for the next 30 minutes, time was not a constant. you were lost in his company. a few kisses were exchanged, skin was stroked, but it was the first time you could just be present with him. ‘as much as im enjoying you squeezing my dick, my legs are falling asleep.’ he teased. ‘babe, i legit cannot walk.’ bursting out in laughter, as he pulled you of his pole and across the desk. after getting dressed, he grabbed some crutches from the medical room and drove you home, his seed still bubbling inside you. ‘how you feeling?’ reece asked, placing his hand on your thigh. you loved how sexy he looked driving like that. ‘a lil sore, but i’ll survive.’ you admitted ‘sorry baby, i did go a bit too rough.’ he answered with a hint of sadness at hurting you. ‘aww stop, don’t do that, i enjoyed every minute of it.’ you reassured. ‘besides, i know that your balls are aching right now from the pressure i put on them so…my bad’ he giggles at your attempt to lighten the mood.

the next day was the big match. the two of you had agreed to tone down your interactions during the game, and that you’d see each other after. a couple of his teammates greeted you during halftime. ‘HEY Y/N! long time no see.’ you walked over to them, a sway in your hips that Reece had fucked into you. they looked at you with furrowed brows until the realisation set in. this was certainly not lost on them as one of his best friends immediately knew. ‘walshie’s the reason that y/n is walking like that.’ he laughed pointing at your bf who looked so cute concentrating on the game. you could only smile at the prospect of taking him again after the game. bonus points if the team won x

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https://x.com/joincosmic/status/1759885530362446321?s=46&t=G3wWPGou13wT8apHQmDLkw i wanna send sejanus smth like this with the caption wish it was u 💕💕 (p link)

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mdni; fem!reader

modern sej on a vacation with his family, you couldn’t tag along cause of work/school priorities but he’s texting you every day <3

sending you cute videos! And photos! With his parents! And maybe he sends a video that he didn’t intend to get you all hot and bothered but he’s in his swim shorts, sweaty, gold chain necklace🫶

you can’t help yourself, so you take the video, fucking yourself with the toy you only used in his absence, cause you rarely ever needed it when he was around. AND SAYING WISH IT WAS YOU

He’d have a heart attack if he almost opened it around his parents but when he can watch it and really pay attention to how good you take the toy, how he knows he’d fuck you better than you can even do yourself, Sejanus is not hesitating to send you a video back of him, the shower running in the background as he fists his cock. And he probably texts back smth like, “I hate you :)” followed by, “thank you.”

[elliereject]

ifhy .2

* in which ellie’s obsession relationship with you begins to sour as your romance with your new boyfriend seems to flourish. it seems she’ll stop at nothing to ensure your happiness, (which you’ll find with her, obviously) even if it means hurting you in the process.

* lowkey obsessive ellie, ellie beats someone up, angst + comfort (next chapter(s), infidelity, unrequited feelings yet also mutual pining (just read it like, idk idk I forgot how to do these),lmk if I missed anything!

* HELLLLLOOOO!? oh my god 100 likes on part 1 and over 100 followers??? ty? so much?? <3 the next parts almost done so I gotta tweak some things but I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! I meant to post this like 2 days ago but I fell asleep editing…

* mdni

* wc ~ smth like 1.8k

pt .1 here ★ pt .3 coming soon

“Are you seriously wearing that?” You sighed, flopping back on Ellie’s twin bed.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” Ellie asked, eyeing her worn skinny jeans and a black oversized hoodie.

“First, there’s a hole in the side of your hood. Second, you wore that 3 times this week already.”

“No, I didn’t. These are different jeans!”

You groaned, “Ellie it’s a party, live a little.”

She let out a small laugh, “Says you, you were literally on the verge of throwing up like 5 minutes ago. Did whatshisname text you?”

She crossed her fingers in hope that he hadn’t.

You rolled your eyes, “You know his name, and he said he got there about 20 minutes ago and’ll meet me near the living room.”

“Cool, cool.” She said stiffly. “We should probably get going then.”

You jumped up from the bed, practically skipping over to the door. “Finally, you take a surprisingly long time to get ready.”

She didn’t. She was just trying to drag out the amount of time she had before she saw you clinging to your boyfriend and laughing at his stupid jokes.

She was still trying to find a way to show you that he was a dick and she was what you needed but all the ideas she had ended up with him dead and while she was considering it, you probably would have a hard time forgiving her.

The two of you trekked down to the elevator and while your back was turned she couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to slip her hand into yours. How would you react? Would you recoil? Or would you squeeze her palm? Ellie was never really a touchy person yet she made some exceptions when it came to you, however nothing as intimate as hand holding.

And something screamed at her, begging her to try. Her fingers itched by her leg and before she knew it she was stretching out her arm.

Close…so close she could feel the warmth radiating off you.

In a moment you whipped around and she didn’t have enough time to retract her hand.

“What are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head in a way that made her heart ache.

“You just had a uh– a piece of lint.” She lied easily as she picked nothing off your sleeve.

“Oh, thanks! Easier to get rid of then a hole, huh?” You let out a giggle and stuck your finger through said hole, she forced a laugh.

The rest of the ride down Ellie urged herself not to have any more daring thoughts.

Once down, you cracked jokes about your professor and weirdos in your classes, and Ellie tried her best to laugh along, all the way to the frat where the party was being held. Once you made it, you shoved past the sweaty bodies in the living room to look for your boyfriend whilst Ellie shrunk into the kitchen to confide chat with Jesse who was busy chugging a twisted lemonade.

“Jesse. I want you to thank God you aren’t a lesbian.” Ellie groaned, pulling the drink from his lips and taking a swig herself.

“Shit. What happened now?” He sighed, reaching past Ellie to grab another. Ellie’s been moping about you to Jesse for a while now, although he doesn’t really know it’s you because she doesn’t wanna fuck up the way her friends view your guys’ relationship.

“I was walking behind her earlier before we got into the elevat— classroom. And I was like 5 seconds away from grabbing her hand.”

“And why’s that a bad thing? I thought you liked her.” He asked in between sips.

“Because she has a fucking boyfriend! And that would’ve been so embarrassing I think I would’ve bit off my tongue and killed my self right there.”

Jesse let out a low whistle and Ellie crossed her arms. “Don’t you have any advice for me, or are you just gonna stand there?”

The man shrugged, “You’re not gonna like what I have to tell you. Have you tried talking to Joel about any of this?”

Ellie shook her head with a sigh, “He’s busy with work as is, I don’t wanna bother him with this shit when I barely even get to talk to him.”

“Well then, you should prob—hey! ★ what’s up?”

Their conversation was cut short as you walked into the crowded kitchen. With no luck in the living room, you decided to retreat there to talk with your friends while periodically checking your phone for any missed calls or texts.

Ellie noticed the worried look on your face. “Hey, hey. He’ll call. And if he doesn’t he’s a fucking idiot.”

She urged you to try and live in the moment and reassured you again that’d he’d call soon, even though she hoped and prayed he didn’t.

You gave her a small smile and muttered “I guess.” Before taking the red solo cup she offered you and downing it. Eventually, Dina joined your little trio and you temporarily forgot all about him since you were having so much fun chatting with your friends.

Ellie, still smiling, excused herself to the washroom after announcing she had to piss and thank god she did because the scene she stumbled upon literally made her laugh with joy. She had been looking for a reason to beat the fuck out of your boyfriend and did she find it.

After mistaking one of the bedrooms for the washroom—since every fucking door in that house looked the same—her eyes immediately landed on the familiar lanky figure who was shacking up with some tiny brunette bitch.

“No fucking way!” She guffawed, completely amused.

“Please, it’s not—“ Your boyfriend started, pulling his lips from the girl and straightening out his shirt.

“I’ve been looking for a reason to beat your sorry ass! This is just perfect.” She laughed manically as she stomped into the room, slamming the door behind her and cracking her knuckles.

The girl he was previously with was shaken to her core, and practically sprinted out of there. Before he could get out another word, Ellie’s fist was already crushing his face.

“You dick, God I knew you were an asshole but this is just—wow! Cheating on her when she is most definitely the best you could ever do?” Another punch and he was on the ground.

Blood was leaking from his nose and his lip was split. Suddenly she was on top of him, her fists flying. His glasses were broken and tears ran down his face pathetically.

She’d bottled up her emotions for so long; her love for you, her jealousy towards him, her anger at the entire situation, that it all muddled together and bursted the bottle, sending shards everywhere.

Ellie has always been an innately intense person, but this, pummelling something that deserved it, someone that she’d been fantasizing about beating the shit out of ever since she’d met them. It felt good.

“Pl-please stop.” He begged, and she halted her fists, but only for a moment.

She scoffed. “Stop? Stop. Man, I should rip your tongue out. Maybe that’ll finally shut you up.”

His eyes widened as he scanned her eyes for any sign of sympathy, of mercy, but all he found was icy green.

“You’re fucking crazy!” He shouted, trying and failing to shimmy her off him.

She shrugged, “Maybe.”

She was about to throw another fist but she heard frantic footsteps speeding toward the room.

“Shit..” She tapped the side of the guy’s face harshly as he was beginning to black out. “Listen, you’re going to get up. Hop out the window and take your ass home, if someone asks what happened say you got jumped. You’re not going to look at ★ again, text her, call, or even breathe near her. Transfer out of her classes and if I even get the idea that you’re thinking of contacting her again, I will find you. And I will rip your tongue out, got it?”

He nodded wildly and she finally got off of him. She watched as he scurried toward the window and hopped out, it was only a few feet, he’d live.

Ellie wiped her stained hands on the inside of her sweater and opened the door just as the brunette from before was about to, she was standing next to one of the frat guys.

“What’s going on?” Ellie said easily, putting a charming smile on her face and hiding her hands in her pocket.

“Where is he?” The brunette asked worriedly.

“Who? It’s just me in here.” Ellie said looking around confused.

The frat boy looked behind Ellie and them at the girl before sighing and turning back around, “Don’t bother me again. Just enjoy the party.”

“B-but—“ She immediately shut up when Ellie shot her a malicious glare.

She strolled out of the room and back toward the main floor to see you sulking on the couch, checking your phone.

“What happened?” She asked, sliding next to you and resting her arm behind you on the cushions.

“He still hasn’t answered.” You pouted.

And for the first time in months she shot you a genuine smile, despite the fact you were talking about him. “I wouldn’t worry about it, don’t think you’ll hear from him anytime soon.”

You smiled at her and she shot you a weird look, “What?” she asked.

“Nothing..you just seem a little happier than usual.” You said, leaning into her arm.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

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Reactions to being Kabedoned

Fandom: Persona 3

Character(s): Akihiko, Ryojo, Shinjiro, Theo

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Original request was deleted just cause it had some fanart in it and I felt bad about replying to the ask since I didn't know if it might've counted as a repost or smth. But here is this request!

Akihiko

Definitely a bit surprised by the sudden bang on his locker next to him. His eyes are a bit wide as you're suddenly smiling at him, looking proud at caging him against the locker.

"Uh, hi, S/O," he'd say, his voice a bit nervous. He's a little annoyed with how nervous he sounds, but he doesn't say anything as he waits to find out why you did this exactly?

Yes, it made him flustered. Yes, his heart feels ready to burst out of his chest. Yes he notices the jealous looks from girls that glance over and see what you're doing. Please step away so he can breathe again.

Ryoji

He's made countless jokes about this. Lots of, "Oh I hope my amazing S/O doesn't scare me someday with a kabedone." He loves making jokes like that. And then one day, he made the joke a bit too much, and next thing he knows is he's against the wall with your arms caging him there.

"Holy shit," he says with a dopey grin as he realizes what happened. Yeah, there's a massive blush on his face, but he will never deny that he enjoys this a lot.

"So, what'll you do now?" He'd ask as if he's teasing you. Were you just going to Kabedone him to make a point or actually do something else? Ryoji will take any chance to use this opportunity to make you more flustered than he is. He likes turning the tables on you.

Shinjiro

Raises an eyebrow at you when he finds himself trapped against the wall with you in front of him. He's not an idiot, he's read cheesy romance manga and knows what you're doing.

"Happy now?" He'd ask, his tone dry in hopes you take it as him not being amused by the situation when he definitely is trying to keep a blush down.

He is a pretty tall guy so he might find some amusement if you have to look up to him while doing this. It'd definitely help with his embarrassment at least.

Theo

"Oh, hello!" He greets you like nothing happened when he suddenly finds himself pressed against the wall and you're in front of him. He can feel his heart beating faster and his palms getting a tad sweaty.

"Huh, the temperature must have risen a bit," he'd comment as he feels nervous. He doesn't know why he feels nervous. He's been this close to you before. Perhaps it's the sudden surprise of the action!

Theo really is confused by his reaction to what you're doing as he tries to talk as if nothing happened. His words are stuttered a bit and he clears his throat a couple times. He might need a moment to process what happened, S/O.

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[altxts]

- “just friends”

- summary: hunger for one of your best friends can really end up getting messy

- pairings: dom top!soobin , sub btm!yeonjun

- content: smut , humiliation/degrading , anal sex , overstimulation, unprotected sex , rough sex , kinda explicit , crossing boundaries , pet names , choking , painful sex , aggressive soobin , kinky , lmk if i missed smth

- note: this was hard to make idk i kinda like it but wtf happened to the text bro 😭 this takes place after the vmas btw 🙏

yeonjun and soobin always swore to everyone they were “just friends”. both very well aware of the shipping going on between moas. but who knows what exactly goes on behind the scenes

after a long day of attending the vmas, yeonjun and the others went back to the hotel they were staying at for the night, all going to their own rooms. but yeonjun had other plans in mind, all he could think of was soobin. he couldn’t stop thinking about when they were performing tinnitus for all the fans, he took a quick look at soobin, muscles shining in the light as he grinded his body to the music.

as soon as yeonjun entered his room he threw himself on the bed, laying on his back still feeling warm and sweaty from the concert. he couldn’t stop thinking of soobin, feeling himself growing hard, dick twitching in his white shorts just thinking about him, the thought of soobin grinding against his body made him tempted to text the younger man and that’s exactly what he did.

minutes later, soobin walks over to yeonjuns room, opening the unlocked door. “what do you need hyung?” he says letting a soft breath out his lips, looking over at yeonjun who’s laying on his stomach and legs up swinging in the air, biting his lips looking down at his phone whilst grabbing his hardened bulge in his white shorts before looking directly at soobin’s wide opened eyes.

yeonjun noticed soobin’s attention on his hand, quickly removing it from his bulge. “oh fuck im sorry soob-” he said before feeling soobin’s finger moving on his lips, silencing him.

“fucking slut needed me to come over for your own pleasure huh?” soobin said with a huge smirk on his face before looking over at yeonjun’s bubble butt. “get undressed then whore..” he whispered seductively, slapping yeonjun’s right cheek.

yeonjun shivered at the slap, but he knew he deserved it. he nodded slowly, unbuttoning his own shirt before standing up to remove it.

soobin quickly grabbed yeonjun’s waist, pinning him against the wall, moving his hands roughly to his hair, squeezing it tightly as he leaned in for a messy kiss, moaning in his mouth as he did so.

yeonjun moaned in response to being pinned against the wall, moving his hands to your shirt, unbuttoning it before sliding his hands up your body.

soobin moaned softly as yeonjun slid his hands up his body. he moved his hands down yeonjun’s back to his asscheeks, squeezing them as he got a tight grip. “gonna fuck you so good” he said pulling away with a smirk on his face.

yeonjun's breath hitched at the squeeze on his ass, his body already aching for more. he nodded eagerly, his eyes locked onto soobin's. “please... i need it.”

“yeah? beg for it then” soobin said pushing yeonjun down on the bed, staring at him still holding that smirk on his face, hands moving down to his own pants, sliding them down, pulling his boxers off aswell, exposing his long and thick cock.

“please, soobin... i'm yours. fuck me.” yeonjun's voice trembled as he spoke, his cheeks flushing red with shame and desire. he watched as soobin undressed, his eyes tracing the outline of his long cock.

satisfied, soobin got on his knees as he moved his hands to yeonjun’s waist, helping him remove his shorts, pulling down his tight underwear in the same sweep. “wanna suck me off first or let me fuck your tight hole? you choose whore.” he grunted with an evil grin on his face.

“i... i'll do anything you want.” yeonjun shuddered, his body already anticipating the pleasure and pain that was yet to come. he spread his legs wider, offering his hole to soobin.

“yeah thats right bitch.. so needy you’ll let me use you like a fucking sex toy” he chuckled smirking with his low and husky voice, leaning closer to yeonjun’s face before slapping his cheek once again.

yeonjun yelped, his cheek stinging from the slap. he looked into soobin's eyes, his chest heaving with anticipation. “please, fuck me.”

“since you’re asking so nicely..” he said mockingly, moving his cock to yeonjun’s entrance teasing him before pushing himself slowly inside the other man, groaning as he felt yeonjun’s tight hole stretching out around his thick cock.

yeonjun bit his lip hard, feeling the initial penetration. it hurt, but he knew it was part of their twisted game. he looked up at soobin, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and desire. “fuck... soobin...”

“huh? what’s wrong?” he whispered in yeonjun’s ear smirking as he quickened his speed, pounding at his tight hole harder and harder with each thrust. “since you wanted it so badly take it whore” he groaned as he moved one hand to yeonjun’s neck, grabbing it tightly, choking him.

yeonjun gasped, his eyes watering as he was choked. he couldn't speak, but he could feel himself getting closer to his first orgasm with soobin.

“fucking scream bitch.. i know you want to..” he moaned softly as he panted heavily, removing his grip at yeonjun’s throat, pounding harder and faster as he felt his first climax building up.

yeonjun cried out, his voice muffled as he gave in to his first orgasm. he shuddered and twitched, feeling a mix of pleasure and humiliation wrack through his body as he came on his stomach, moaning loudly.

“did i allow you to cum huh?” he grunted as he slapped yeonjun’s face again, leaving it red. “gonna fuck you over the edge” he groaned as he quickened his speed once again. soobin loved seeing the older man all messed up and defenseless in front of him, the tears streaming down his watery eyes turning him on even more.

yeonjun whimpered, his face stinging from the slap. he tried to focus on soobin's movements, feeling himself being pushed closer to the edge once again. "s-soobin..." he panted, his body trembling with anticipation and fear. "i- i can't take any more..." yeonjun whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their rough sex. he felt himself about to reach the peak again, but he didn't know if he could handle it.

“good boy.. taking me so well yeah? you can take it.” he groaned as he leaned down, forehead meeting yeonjun’s, breathing heavily almost reaching his climax. he moved his right hand to yeonjun’s orange hair gripping it tightly as his other hand held yeonjun’s waist tightly, thrusting at his tight hole.

yeonjun whimpered, his body tensing up as he felt soobin's hand in his hair. he couldn't look at soobin, his eyes squeezed shut as he prepared for the inevitable.

“fuck hyung im gonna cum.. gonna cum in you.. thats what you want yeah?” he groaned louldy against your face as he felt himself reaching his climax, thrusting harder and faster one last time before he finally came, shooting his hot white sticky liquid in yeonjun’s tight hole, filling it up, moaning as he did. “oh fuck..” he panted as he kept shooting gallons of cum inside yeonjun, giving him a messy kiss in between breaths before slowly starting to thrust into yeonjun again.

yeonjun groaned as he felt the hot cum shoot into him, his body shuddering from the intense sensation. he wasn't sure if he could take any more, but soobin showed no signs of stopping. "so... so big..."

soobin kept on thrusting at yeonjun’s tight hole, sloppy sounds filling the room as cum slowly started to drip out your hole. “can’t take more huh?” he mocked as he let out a giggle, moaning as he felt the overstimulation hitting him.

yeonjun's body shuddered under the weight of soobin's, his mind a haze of pleasure and pain. he tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft moan. “soob... I can't...”

“shut up bitch, you wanted this.. whore.” soobin grunted with a smirk on his face as he kept on pounding roughly at yeonjun, crossing yeonjun’s boundaries.

yeonjun's body jerked in response to soobin's rough treatment, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through him. he couldn't help but moan, his voice breaking with each cry. “you’re so fucking hot.. i am a whore.. please.. give me more..”

“thats right” he groaned loudly, thrusting even faster than before, making sure to hit the right spot, he fell in love with yeonjun’s body taking him so well, his small but bubbly ass clapping against his crotch, hole stretching perfectly, his hands on yeonjun’s tiny waist.

“y-yes... ahhh...” yeonjun's body trembled under soobin's assault, his voice barely audible over the sounds flesh against flesh. he felt himself about to reach the peak again, but he knew this time it would be different. yeonjun arched his back, letting out a long, drawn-out moan as he reached his second climax of the night. his insides clenched tightly around soobin's cock, milking him of every last drop of cum.

feeling yeonjun's tight ass clenching around him, soobin could hold back no longer. his hips bucked up into the sensation, feeling the last of his control slip away. “fuck... i'm gonna cum!”

yeonjun's body tensed once more, feeling soobin's final thrusts and the warmth filling him again. he bit his lip hard, trying to hold back a scream as the intense sensations washed over him. “a-ah... soobin...”

soobin's hands held onto yeonjun tightly, his hips grinding against yeonjun’s as he moaned into his neck. “fuck yes, baby. take it all.” he groaned loudly, feeling his seed shoot deep inside of yeonjun’s hole once more, filling it up completely.

yeonjun's body shuddered, every muscle tensing with pleasure and pain. he could feel soobin's cum seeping out of him, coating his thighs and the bed beneath them.

feeling yeonjun's body shudder beneath him, soobin couldn't help but let out a deep, satisfied groan. his eyes were heavy with lust as he looked down at the man he'd just taken so thoroughly. “yeonjun... i love you..” he said leaning in for a kiss in between pants.

yeonjun looked up at soobin, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of love and pleasure. he pulled soobin down into a deep, slow kiss, their tongues entwining as they both took refuge in each other's embrace.

as they broke the kiss, soobin smiled softly at yeonjun. “i'm glad you like it.” he leaned in to place a soft kiss on yeonjun's forehead before pulling out of him slowly.

yeonjun whimpered as soobin pulled out, his body craving more of the sensation. but he knew they needed to rest and recover. “i love you too, soobin”

soobin leaned down to give him a soft kiss on the lips before gently rolling off of him, laying down next to him. he stretched out, feeling sore and satisfied at the same time.

yeonjun let out a relieved sigh as he finally came down from the intense high of their session. his body was sore, but it was a good kind of pain that made him feel loved. “that was... really amazing, soobin.”

“i'm glad you liked it baby.” soobin smiled softly at yeonjun, stroking his cheek with his hand “now let's rest yeah” he said as they both cuddled up, still messy, both falling asleep.

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╭﹕🍒｡♡・more than a friend

୨୧⸝⸝﹕synopsis — you loved your boyfriend but you seemingly loved your ‘friend’ kurona a little bit more.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕warnings — f!reader, infidelity[reader cheats on their boyfriend w kurona], weed usage[reader and kurona are both high, dw], unprotected vaginal sex, reader answers the phone while getting bent, reader’s boyfriend walks in at the end, not proofread, v messy, all characters are depicted at 18+!﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕wc — 1k.﹐

୨୧⸝⸝﹕notes — this is js absolute brain barf but i had to write even a little smth for kurona i simply cannot get him out my head !﹐

you met best friend, kurona, a few years back in your high school chemistry class which is right around the time you started dating your now long term boyfriend, teru.

kurona wasn’t sociable by any means but you still took it upon yourself to initiate conversation with him — which surprisingly went well.

conversation between the two of you flowed easily once you got pass the initial awkward introductions, kurona cracking jokes and telling you about his aspiring soccer career while you sat pretty and listened to all he had to say despite knowing nothing about the sport.

it was after that one day in class together that you two decided to continue what you had going, forming a tight friendship with one another.

but soon after you graduated high school and entered college with your best friend and boyfriend by your side things got a bit more complicated…despite only being friends you found yourself not being able to get kurona out your mind no matter where you were or what you were doing.

weather you’d be simply walking to your classes, doing the dishes, or even being in bed with teru present a thought of him would pop into the forefront of your mind; thinking of his cute sharp toothed smile that he’d send your way when you laughed at a joke he made, or the way his eyes would light up when he’d see you in the stands to watch him practice.

you had feelings for ranze, you knew you had feelings for him and you felt awful about it, really. you tried to trick yourself into thinking that all your love was still saved for teru but in reality you knew it wasn’t. it was his passion that shifted all your life to to kurona. who when out of his shell could be fun and excitable, passionate and energized by the adrenaline given to him by his sport, always looking so determined for a win, all whilst looking effortlessly pretty in the process.

even now looking at him now sprawled out on your bed, legs tangled with yours and dressed in his sweaty soccer uniform he looked gorgeous; eyes half lidded and bloodshot from the weed he smoked a few minutes prior, his pink tinted lips slightly agape, his sharp shark-like teeth being slightly exposed.

“kurona,” you blurt out, voice laced with something unreadable to the pink hair boy who slowly shifted his gaze to you, an eyebrow cocked up. “i think i like you.”

the lazy look of surprise on his face scares you. “oh?” he sits up, leaning towards you, head tilted like a cats, “well, i think i wanna kiss you.” your breath hitched as he muttered the words against your lips. “well if that’s the case then maybe you should kiss me.”

a sly smile grows on his face as he closes the gap between you two, the kiss is hot — messy and full of need, tongues nicely dancing together as kurona’s hands began to roam as if unsure where to put them.

it all feels so surreal to you- to have kurona on top of you, hands traveling your body gently moving to your shorts that we’re riding up your plush thighs, the sweet fragrance of your perfume filling his nose as he breathed you in. it all felt like absolute heaven despite how wrong it all was.

a shaky breath escapes his lips when he pulls away from you, tracking your expressions. the look on your face —eyes starry and red, lips swollen from all the kissing— could make him cum on the spot, the sight of you alone making his own shorts feel much tighter than before.

“gah, y’so pretty, angel. i want more of you, need more of you,” groaning at the restraint of his shorts. “need you too,” you gasp, reaching down and lifting your body off the dip of the mattress, shimmying out of your shorts and underwear, tossing the two pieces of fabric aside and spreading your glistening folds before him.

if his face want red before then it definitely was now- seeing your sopping wet cunt almost him made whimper with need as he pulled his throbbing cock from his shorts, small globs of pre running from the leaking head, stroking the base. “ah, look at that pretty p’sy all soaked from a few kisses.” he rasps, voice full of lust as he rubs the angry tip of his cock against your wet folds, ripping a small whine from you. “ah– kurona, don’t tease.”

kurona leans down pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as he slides himself into your wet, doughy walls. a high pitched mewl escapes your throat at the burning stretch of his cock.

as soon as he bottoms out inside you he lets out a whiney moan of his own and the constriction your heat has against his shaft.

pushing the tip of his cock in, he’s hisses at the constriction of your doughy walls, head dipping down to your shoulder, teeth gently digging into the flesh to keep the whiny moans from bubbling out of his chest.

“oh fu-uuuk, pretty thing– feels so good.” he whines, head dipping down to the crook of your neck, teeth digging into the flesh as he paused for a moment.

kurona begins with a steady pace, thrusts long and slow as he struggles to move in and out of your cunt. a series of mains flows out of you as your phone begins ringing — it was teru. what the hell were you supposed to do? was he on his way back from the store? obviously you could just ignore it but-

“pick it up,” kurona huffed, “answer the phone and let him hear who’s splitting you open on their cock.” you bite down on your lower lip as you pick up the phone, placing it on speaker for your friend to hear.

“h-hello?” you choked, kurona deliberately picking up his pace making you gasp and slap a hand over your mouth. “love, hi, is everything okay? you sound kind of… breathless?” teru questioned, concern laced in his voice.

an airy giggle leaves kurona’s mouth at teru’s words. as he continues the ruthless rut of his hips into yours, making your eyes roll back and drool run from the corner of your mouth.

“oh yeah i’m– ah! shit. i’m okay, just–“ you pause, receiving a sloppy kiss from your friend as you spoke. “just got done doing some dances with ‘rona..” you rasp, feeling the pink haired male’s cock press against the spot inside you that made you crumble, a blatant moan escaping your lips as you slap your hand back over your mouth. the other end of the phone goes eerily silent, the final words you hear from your boyfriend being “i’m in my way home” before the call cut.

“shiiit, he’s comin’ back,” you moan out, gripping the sheets, back arching off the bed. “gotta make this quick.” kurona moves his head down to your throbbing clit, slightly calloused fingers rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerve, making you cry out once more.

“c’mon pretty, cum for me, let me see you cum in my cock.” he whispers, his hips shuddering as he speaks, growing close to his own high- but that’s when you both hear it; loud, angry footsteps headed towards your room — it was teru.

almost as if one instinct the knot that’s been growing in your stomach for the past 5 minutes finally snaps as you cream around kurona’s cock, a white ring forming around it as he continues his sloppy thrusts before pairing your gummy insides white just as the door opens.

2023 ©stqr-grl

[laurixs]

hi can you pls write smth abt vamp! diluc

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

❗️: warnings: vamp! diluc, non-consent blood drinking, reader in a nightgown. diluc was needy for blood. diluc lays with the reader on the bed without reader knowing?? reader passes out, mentions of hickeys

❕: masterlist

the rain poured heavily over your body as you ran down the path leading to dawn winery. when you first saw the house there was a thunder in the background that made you shiver in fear.

you were hungry, cold and really scared: there were some rumours about a vampire around mondstadt area and you were terrified. but, somehow you never thought about the vampire that night and decided to knock on the door.

diluc couldn’t believe it. he never felt so hungry in his entire life, his knee was bouncing up and down and his hands were intertwined with his red velvet hair. the imagine of fresh blood wondered in his head. but he mustn’t: not after the rumours were just started. and then he heard a little knock on the door

he got up with all his forces and opened the door, revealing you figure. “how can i help you miss?” he asked, trying to mantain his desires. “hello, i think i’m lost and i was thinking if maybe i could stay here for one night please.” diluc thoughts were fighting on his head, he just needed to mantain his composure and not be suspicious right? maybe if he let you in for one night, nobody would expect him to be the vampire?

but you looked so pretty, the words leaving your rosy lips and how could he say no to you? with your wet hair and pretty eyes reaching his eyes. “of course, enter please”

“thank you so much” was all your said before entering. “wow, it’s so cozy here” you let out. “follow me, i’ll show you your room for the night” he said “what’s your name?” “y/n” “i’m diluc” you followed him upstairs trying to individuate your room’s door and examinating the different pictures that were hanging on the wall.

“here is your room, you can take a bath, shower whatever you need. after you can join me to have dinner if you want”

“i probably will, thank you”

after getting a warm bath, you wore a white nightgown that was on the wardrobe. and then went downstairs, still examinating the house. there weren’t any mirrors.. how could you see your hair? you just hoped they weren’t THAT bad.

“d-diluc?”

.. silence

“uhm, hey??” you said awkwardly

a loud thump, you squeezed your eyes shut and before you knew it, diluc was pinning you on the surface behind you back. your breathing hitched from the impact and the fear and you were looking at his face: red, sweaty and needy?

then he showed you his teeth, his fangs: the vampire.

you screamed, just for you to be shut down by his hand. turning your head to the left so he could have major access to your neck.

“no, please!” you pleadings were not going to stop him, he hadn’t drink blood for months now. he pushed his fangs in your neck flesh and drank everything he could. your screams were muffled since your mouth was covered. and after some time you silenced since you passed out.

“shit” diluc said picking you up and going to ‘your room’ and placing you on the bed, and getting the emergency kit.

and like that he was admiring your beauty while covering the fang marks on your neck. it somewhat looked like a hickey and he couldn’t help but think how would you look like with a hickey, a hickey given from him.

after trying to clean up the mess he made he layed on the bed near you and slept deep.

[sanriokamabodo]

college!bf douma

A/N: im struggling w writers block + had a heavy day so i decided to write smth i conjured up instead of a request!i will be back in business soon my sweets!heehee<3 if y'all want a part two feel free to ask djdjd

CW's: hes kinda sleazy in the beginning, reader sucks at math. suggestive themes>:) douma is goth in my college au bc i said so. the day i proofread is the day i die!

A psychology major with a minor in religious studies. Doesn't practice any religion himself but finds the subject interesting nevertheless.

Barely studies but somehow manages to pass with flying colours.

That one hookup you regret with all your might, let me elaborate;

Douma tutors math and it's no coincidence he slept with majority of the people he tutored.

No, you're not an exception. Cute try though!

Something about Douma's piercings, his choppy hair that he probably cut himself and his 'don't give a fuck' attitude managed to dissolve your IQ and last bit of self respect around him.

He knows how to give you just enough attention to keep you interested, but little enough for you to purposely screw up your math tests for an excuse to see him.

Yes, he mocked your intelligence by asking if rats ate your brain or whether you were just born this stupid, but the way he ruffled your hair as he fake-pouted at you made something bubble in your stomach.

It's no surprise you ended up with Douma in the men's restroom, a hand smacked tightly over your mouth that day.

You weren't allowed to ride the high of having hooked up with the hottest guy on campus for long.

Throughout the night you were bombarded with messages from your friends, all of them being about Douma. Why didn't you tell them? Was he good? ... Was he big?

You thought your heart was going to thump out of your chest. Sweaty hands refreshing the messages five, ten, twenty times.

This had to be a sick joke, right? Was this Douma's true nature?

About to throw your phone away in defeat, it vibrated once more. You didn't want to look but curiousity got the better of you.

[Douma, 11:06]: I think we need to talk.

Your chest thundered with anger at the message.

[Y/n, 11:07]: You think!?

[Douma, 11.07]: I know you don't owe me anything, but can we please meet somewhere?

[Y/n, 11.08]: I don't feel like showing my face today, thanks:)

We're you being dramatic? Maybe a little. But you were an introverted person. Being known by everyone on campus wasn't on your to-do list, and the reason why just made it that much worse.

[Douma, 11.08]: Text me your adress, I'm coming over.

[Y/n, 11.09]: No.

[Douma, 11.10]: Please, give me a chance to set things straight. I'll fix it, I promise.

You pondered for a moment. Fuck it, what's the worst that could happen? You texted him the address of your dorm and within an hour you heard a knock on your door.

Opening the door Douma stood on your doorstep, looking rather apologetic. You waved him inside, a thankful smile grazed his lips.

"I like what you did with the place."

"Shut up."

"Fair enough." He nodded.

"So..?"

"I did tell my friends we hooked up." He said, making you scoff. He threw his hands up defensively, before you could say anything.

"But! But! I didn't want them to tell everybody else..! They know I like you... a lot."

A small blush across up your cheeks at the sudden confession.

"You like me?"

Now you've done it, Douma started rambling.

"I get really fucking dumb about crushes. I wanted to text you all the time but I didn't want to come across as creepy. I thought we could just... hook up and I would forget about my stupid little crush and of course it just made me like you even more, because c'mon you're hot as fuck." He sighs pinching the bridge of his nose dramatically. "So what I'm trying to say here is that I would really like to make it up to you because I'm really fucking sorry and I would also really, really like to take you on a date and have a fresh start, please?" A shy smile painted his features.

You laughed. You were stupid if you were to deny him like this, especially considering you really liked him too.

"I'd love to go on a date with you."

[ivysangel]

Okay but if partition is dicks song then DANCE FOR YOU is JASONS

plz give me ur address so i can send you an engagement ring, i've already bought it for you. you are so real you are so fucking real for this one, like dare i say...more real than partition (wrote this before i knew you guys weren’t the same omg just a lil jokey joke) ??? *gasps* ???? no, but when beyoncé said, 'tonight i'm gonna put my body on your body,' i felt that bc if EYE was the significant other of jason todd, someone would have to pry me off of him like a pitbull with someone's leg in their mouth. can't believe 'dance for you' is about jay-z, like...anyway!! (smut under the cut)

insecure jason has my heart, not bc i particularly enjoy the prospect of people being insecure but because it just makes so much sense, and it's such a stark contrast to how he appears as the red hood so it's kinda just like...like idk it does smth to me. need to jump his bones so fucking bad.

but the idea that sometimes his insecurities get the best of him when it comes to you, the notion that in every other aspect of his life he can put them aside to get shit done EXCEPT when it comes to you because he gets in his own head about your relationship. he doesn't think he's good enough for you, he thinks you deserve better, thinks one day he's gonna fuck up so bad you just won't come back to him. and that just simply isn't true. 

'loving you is really all that's on my mind/and i can't help but think about it day and night' it's so beyond absurd that he feels insecure in your relationship because he literally takes up 98% of your brain capacity. he doesn't even realize how absolutely down horrendous you are for him and it kills you !!!! how can this kind, loving, sexy, sometimes murderous man not realize how you can't live without him ?? so you do the only thing you can do, you fuck him.

'i just wanna show you how much i appreciate you, yes/wanna show you how much i'm dedicated to you, yes' he's so fucking annoying (loving) the way he questions why you're dressed up in red lingerie on a random day in the middle of the week, but it's like ?? if he's not gonna believe you when you say you love him, then ig you're just gonna have to fuck knock some sense into him. 'tonight it's goin down,' and down it literally goes, like you go down on him and give him some of greatest head of his life and your panties go down when you fuck him into understanding how much he means to you.

'wanna make that body rock/sit back and watch' you've got him under you, the minimal amount of clothing you were wearing is currently occupying the floor of your bedroom, and you're straddling him, leaving kisses up and down his body, kissing each scar, and whispering "i love you's" in between each one as he watches from lidded eyes, hands gripping and grabbing at anything he could reach. 'show you, show you, show you, 'til you through with me' words sometimes just weren't enough for jason. people had said things to him so many times and made so many promises just to break them. actions don't always speak louder than words, but in his case, they surely did.

'this is beyond sex/i'm high on you/if it's real then you know how i feel' you're riding him, rolling your hips into him as you draw out groan after groan. yes, you're quite literally having sex. but it's just more than that this time; it's a declaration of love, his confirmation that there is nobody except him for you. there will never be anybody but him.

'in my mind, all i can think about is a frame for our future/and the pictures of the past/and a chance to make this love last.' letting jason get lost in his own head is the last thing you'd ever want to happen, it hurts you so bad that he can't see himself the way you see him. when the sex is over, and you're both sweaty and out of breath, you caress his chest and whisper sweet nothings, letting him know that everything you'd said when he was balls deep in you was completely true, that you love all of him and you'd do anything to make sure he knew that.

(this one was not as good as partition, but my points still stand !!! partition + dance for you anons, you guys are so real u don't even know. ughhhhh i just love jason. need to fuck him so bad)

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

hii! i hope you're doing well !!! i wanted to request prompt 21 mixed with prompt 13 with jake, if that's possible? seems hilarious and cute, and i am missing summer like crazy 🌅

omgggg ofc!!!! darling I miss summer so fucking much I can't even put it into words. my favourite season BY FAR

only warning I can think of is some adult language ig? that's it, if I had to rate it like pg12 or smth

(he is so fucking adorable. the need to squish his cheeks is OVERWHELMING)

You were still dripping with seawater when you clambered up to the towels you'd laid out on the beach barely an hour earlier, dramatically flipping down on one, not caring that your hair probably landed in the sand.

Jake looked up at you with raised eyebrows, sunglasses having begun to slip off his nose, closing the book in his hands and holding it a safe distance away from you. You just rolled your eyes and threw a hand over your face to shield yourself from the sun.

"I feel like I just snorted a bag of salt", you complained, swallowing hard to try once more to get the taste off of your tongue. Unsurprisingly, that still didn't work. It hadn't the first thirty times you'd attempted it and it wouldn't now.

"You look like it too", Jake chuckled and you gasped, raising your arm again and propping yourself up on one elbow to slap his shoulder.

"Bastard", you muttered more to yourself as his lips tugged into a grin. He pushed the sunglasses back up on his nose and reached over to your bag to hand you yours and despite still being offended, you grumbled out a thank you and hooked them behind your ears.

"Had fun out there?", he asked, genuinely interested, like he'd not watched you and waved at you laughing in the waves. You poked at his back.

"Would've been more fun if you'd gone in with me", you pouted.

"Baby", he drawled, almost in exasperation as he tossed his book away and rolled around, pulling you on top of him in one smooth movement. "It's not my fault you wanted to take a nap first and decided to get in just when I was dry again."

You only huffed and buried your face in his chest - bare and sweaty and wet from your hair - not even deigning to give him an answer. He could've waited for you to wake up but no, he hadn't had his morning run and had been buzzing with restless energy the entire drive here already.

Jake didn't complain - only buried a hand in your hair and started brushing lazy circles over the bare skin of your back. You let out a breath.

This was nice.

Having your boyfriend all to yourself for a day, the sun warming your skin, the waves crashing on the shore, the only other people around some navy officers that kept quiet and were far enough away to barely be noticeable. God, sometimes it paid out really well that Jake was in the navy.

Other times.... not really.

But lord, you were not about to complain right now. Not when you were so warm and so very comfortable in his arms, not with the sand and the sun and the sky, not with the sound of his breath and the soft heaving of his chest.

You only realised that you'd been dozing off when he lightly nudged your side. You shifted in confusion and he groaned - not a pleasant groan or even a sleepy one, more like he was in pain. You moved some more and he groaned again.

"Please", he panted, "Your knee-"

Immediately your eyes widened and you rolled off of him, watching as he winced and held his hand to his crotch, curling up into a little ball of agony. You were biting your lip, reaching out to brush his hair from his face.

"Sorry", you whined - and you truly were. You hadn't realised that your knee had basically been digging into his dick. You'd been sleeping, for god's sake. "I'm so sorry, Jake, oh god- Are you okay?"

"Yeah", he breathed after minute. "Yeah, good again."

Both of you knew that you certainly hadn't done it intentionally (even though that wouldn't have been the first time, but that's a story for another day) but still you were feeling pretty guilty about the whole thing. So to try and make it up to him, you leaned in and pressed your lips to the shell of his ear.

"I'm sorry, Jakey. Like, really really sorry", you whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw, stopping just before you reached his lips. If there was anything that got Jake Seresin to shut up very quickly - in any and all situations - it was a kiss from you. Or multiple.

His demeanor changed instantly, almost as if in reflex.

"Oh yeah?", he asked, burying a hand in your hair and tugging you back to look him in the eyes. You were fluttering your lashes very obviously at him. "How sorry?"

"Very", you confirmed, flashing him a grin and pulling him into an actual kiss then, flinging your arms around his neck and dragging him down - on top of you, this time, so you wouldn't accidentally hurt him again.