#look at dem thighs

[thisisthedeathofmemalice]

can i sit? i mean can i sit? i mean can i sit? no i mean-

[ringosmistress]

[lunastarhawk]

There is a very, very special place in heaven for the creator of the Inquisitor Leather Trousers mod. No more olive green, only sexy sexy black leather.

I am a simple girl.

[loverofthewindgod]

Soooo... I've been SUPER productive being unproductive for like the last decade which is my own fault. (Laziness, depression, not in the mood, etc.)

Sketched my beautiful princess to get back in the groove and I wanted to share it with y'all! ^_^

[percervall]

[afi-tangerine]

Is he being real ???

[b00tyliciousbabe]

munch

bisexualbigboybf! x THICC!male reader

summary: manifesting my future husband

notes: THANKS FOR 1k ppl dem! BEEN IN DRAFTS FOR A WHILE. i think there needs to be some more love + appreciation for bi men and big boys so i amalgamated the two. not a fetish y’all, just a preference, they be taking care of my inner princess and for that i will ALWAYS be grateful. a lot of feminisation in this one so tread carefully. it’s a lil messy (jumps in tenses and stuff like that) but i litch couldn’t focus without getting too excited. ENJOY MY HEARTS.

song rec: normani - big boy (feat. starrah)

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your big boy bf didn’t think he had a chance with you at first, nor did he even want one. at first he hated you, watching how all the other men in your life were one flirty conversation away from having a piece of your juicy ass, and how the girls envied and coveted your thick hourglass figure. your sweet personality sickened him ; you made sure to give them your gym routine and your diet, being the beauty guru you were. but what he realised, was not that he hated you, but that he hated not having you. when he realised this, he needed you, more than anything.

you embodied a refreshing style of hyper femininity that made you all the more attractive to your bi man. seeing your body in its thick glory made him love himself more. how your belly added to your voluptuous figure, your plump cheeks, and fleshy muscle surrounding your chest and thighs, he was mesmerised by your form. you were, in his eyes, divine. little did he know that you had fallen first; his broad shoulders, strong biceps and pudgy belly practically had you ovulating. your gigantic teddy bear, standing at a foot taller than you, had a heart of gold and this protective aura around him, enamoured you.

when you debuted your relationship online, you were met with a flurry of mainly positive responses. yeah sure there were the odd few denouncing your femininity and body shaming y’all, but you ignored them because you don’t have to convince the world that you’re THEE baddie b and your man is the sexiest mf to ever exist.

luvagoalz: they are literally the embodiment of the wattpad height difference. I NEED.

user222: y/n getting dicked down DAILY by a giant is so girlboss of him.

sza: bestie got himself a big boy - y/n send me the deets for the wedding.

your bf is a huge gym rat and when you two became exclusive, your already voluptuous figure became all the more defined with his help. you were flawless. you love seeing him in the gym, sweating as the veins in his forearms pop out making him look so attractive. he definitely enjoys your company there, teasingly rubbing his bulge against your ass and face when no one was watching. his exhibitionist kink goes crazy seeing how beautifully your workout clothes hug your butt and cinch your waist. he used to be slightly insecure about his stretch marks but after a cool down session, and you complimenting them like lightning bolts imprinted on his skin, he felt superhuman. you always knew what to say to make him feel better.

he’s so protective of you. always sleeps on the side closest to the door and isn’t afraid to send someone to hospital if they even look at you the wrong way, or in a manner he doesn’t like. in his mind he’s seeded you and you’re literally carrying his kids and thus it’s his responsibility to protect you. it’s almost primal. he isn’t controlling or anything, but finds it incredibly important to remind you that with him you are completely safe.

they say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and boy was that the case during your talking stage. it was perfect; you love to cook and so he’s more than happy to try your baked goods. your boyfriend loves his sleep on the weekends and so in true house husband fashion you often prepare breakfast in an apron with your thick cheeks hanging out from behind. one day he woke up to the sweet smell of you making his favourite. groggily stumbling into the kitchen, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, long dick swinging out of his briefs as he advanced towards you.

‘good morning love.’ his deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he kissed the words into your neck. he held onto the groove of your hips, caressing your lower back with the tip of his index finger and watched as you writhed beneath him. ‘babe, what are you doing up? you need your sleep, you’ve been working so hard lately.’ you said, breathing haphazardly as he ground himself into you. ‘i missed you. and i want my morning kisses.’ beginning to untie your apron he turned you around, and removed the lace from around your neck. hiking you up on the table top, the heat of your bare ass, that his dick previous massaged into you, was cooled by the granite. you wrapped your legs around him, as your hands stroked his beard. wiping that shit eating grub off of his face, your lips came closer to his own, as you could feel his heartbeat in his throat - this man is so in love with you. the kiss lasted quite a while, precum staining the opening of his boxers and pooling on your thighs. you knew that you were about to be fucked dumb and so you turned of the hob to avoid burning the house down. the fire inside y’all was more than enough to keep you going.

your man doesn’t fully realise his own strength. he was very hesitant to have sex with you for a while and mostly stopped at groping you before his dick got too hard to ignore. so, for your first time, he had to refrain literally ripping your clothes to get to the prize of your nudity. he absolutely loves seeing you (try to) deepthroat. the reason? his size kink goes insane when you attempt to take his gigantic package. this man is LONG and GIRTHY, capable of splitting you in half and abusing all your spots with ease. the veiny sausage he’s packing could do some serious damage but he held back when it came to your first couple times with him.

he always takes time to ensure that your safe and comfortable. initially his size intimidated you, your mannerisms connoting your subtle anxiety. he kissed the fear out of you, reassuringly saying, ‘you know I would never do anything to hurt you.’

your boyfriend is the KING of consent, always ensuring that you want his big cock just as much as he wants to feel the warmth of your boy pussy. one day whilst he was working from home, he noticed you squirming like an omega in heat. he sighed and smirked. ‘d’you want me to fuck you?’ he burst out. already used to his blunt disposition, you nodded. advancing closer towards you, staring down at the desperation in your face, he stroked your hair. ‘use your words y/n, i wanna hear how badly you want it.’ his charisma practically had you high. ‘I need you, please.’ you began to undo the string that held up his joggers, as he removed his tshirt. ‘i can never say no to my baby boy.’ he smiled, pants bunching at his ankles as he slowly railed on the edge of your shared bed.

he encourages you to take him fully each time, praising you because no one else had been able to take him past halfway. ‘i know baby, i know, do it one more time for me.’ he said endearingly, wiping the tears from your face as his dick invaded your throat.‘THERE IT ISSS UGH FUCK! i love your mouth.’ he cooed.

equally, your bf is the only man you’ve been with that’s been able to satisfy you sexually. you steered clear from all the men who were only interested in your body and not your heart and so you had very minimal experience outside of toys and your hands. the few you may or may not have been with were damn near clueless. on the other hand…your man has had plenty of hoe phases. it sly bugged you how he’d been intimate with a greater number you could’ve imagined but all that disappeared when he first made love to you. the best thing about him is that he can handle allat that ass. despite the clear size difference this doesn’t stop you from being a FREAK. He even encourages it. loving your thick globes of ass flesh kiss his lower belly as you push back and twerk all over his dick. his favourite part of your shape are your hips. he wants to breed you full of his children.

whenever he says ‘fuck yeah baby, back that shit up.’ it sends you orbital. it’s well known that the two of you share a huge affinity for doggy. the way you stroke his pudginess while he rails you in that position has become a safety mechanism - one that he has learnt to make the experience all the more enjoyable. with one hand holding you up (realistically struggling to, under the sheer passion of his fucking) and the other one bent behind your back fingering his belly button. his huge dick borderline tears you open and by grabbing onto him makes you feel safe. he usually recognises that it’s getting a bit too much when your moans become screams, and you get tighter. and as much as he loves seeing you overstimulated and fucked out on his cock, he doesn’t wanna break you (completely). so he slows down, soothing your pain with sweet nothings and his large hands massaging your ass cheeks.

for him personally though, he loves to smush you underneath his weight. in prone bone, he has direct access to your ear, whispering words of affirmation but degrading you with the grip of his arms around your neck. his beard hair softly touching your cheek, causing a wave of bliss to hit you, always gets him going. he knows you love hearing him praise you; his grunts are so delectable, a symphony with the percussion of him clapping tf outta your cheeks. as you whine like a lil bitch, they become guttural, like an alpha in his rut. the carnal passion of your heavier and rougher sessions reveal a callous side to his possessive nature. dangerous how much it turns you on.

words can’t really describe how much you love his stomach, happy trail adorning his belly, and riding him offers you the opportunity to see allat that on a platter. his smirk as he tries to contain his excitement that your his and only his.

on the topic of eye contact, you’re favourite mutual position is definitely missionary - your bf adores every inch of you. how your body becomes compliant. your hole crafted to take his big dick. the way it pierces through the walls of your pussy, massaging your gumminess. he sometimes drools from how lost he can be in the experience. ‘take my cock, yhhh baby, fuckkkk.’

slowing down his jack hammering pace, he’d lean forward with his low hanging balls rutting into you agonizingly slow.

‘you like that shit, huh baby? yeah? loving on my dick so well.’ whispering as he begins to mark your collarbone. then moving upwards onto your neck, massaging your previously pummeled throat as you looked up, desperate to kiss him. he exhales into your mouth, breathing life into you that he had taken away with his hard thrusts. his softness escaped as quickly as it arose, thrusting his entire load into you.

‘shit’ you scream as he laughs hoarsely, the rasp in his voice a melting honey.

in the same position, you love his cum face. something about how his eye and nose scrunch as he pants and grunt deeply. his beard ticking your chin. it also allows him to be vulnerable with you. he would hold your head cradling it with an affection rivalled only by how sweetly his tip kisses your prostate with each lengthy thrust. when he first enters, he’s checking to see if your okay, if you want more lube. you say no. legs just above his hips, you bring your hand to stroke his beard as he concentrates on directing his dick in a way that doesn’t make him cum immediately upon re entry.

‘i love you.’ you say getting all emotional from how well he’s treating you. ‘I love you too y/n.’ he leans down for more kisses as your hand now snakes around the back of his head.

he stops, letting you catch your breath, playing with your hair and caressing your face lovingly. your arms drop immediately at the warmth of his touch. he lifts and cradles your head, a delicacy opposing his rough demeanour.

‘I fucking love you,’ your bf grunts, placing forehead kisses, panting, as he starts moving faster. your legs now wrapped tightly around his abdomen like a vice. he plants both hands behind your head, balling his fists at either side of your head to create the perfect foundation to fuck you hard. brings one of his hands to cradle your hair and to bring your head closer to his. your temples meet ensuring that you’re so close and intimate. the man brings his body up, still inside you, collects your legs together, one leg on each shoulder holding onto the thick flesh of your upper thighs, allowing you to adjust, before toppling over onto you again to get deeper inside your pussy. later, moving his hands up to behind your knees, his rugged fingertips grip the flesh of your hamstrings.

your boyfriend brings his fingers up to stroke your cheeks and remove the hair sticking to your face. he’s growling at his need to go ham, but he exercises self-control as a means to take care of you. however, what he doesn’t realise is that his painfully slow strokes transport you to a utopia of bodily ecstasy.

he ABSOLUTELY loves seeing the imprint of his girthy cock in your stomach, pressing down on it to add to your respective pleasures. and when you both reach the top of the mountain, the visual of you being completely fucked out on his huge pole, as it protrudes through your stomach which is now decorated with your own personal release, makes him wanna rail you again. and again. until you pass out or his dick becomes limp. the latter would never happen because wherever you are, that cocks gonna be UP.

aftercare is so underrated with him. in his past relationships, it was usually a hit and quit it situation - his words not mine. thus he didn’t really know what to do at first. he’s so used to hookup culture, that he never bothered. but with you, he knew he had to change; one, because he knew you’d never let him near you again if he didn’t take care of you, but mainly two, because you were his and he had a responsibility to cherish you. considering you literally couldn’t walk and body was limp, your man needed to ensure you were taken care of. though he always reassures you, you make sure to do the same. the first time you spooned him he slept like a baby. BIG BOYS NEED CUDDLES TOO Y’ALL.

he gets really apologetic, constantly asking ‘did I go to rough.’ as he massages the bruises on your hips. sometimes feels guilty that he fucks you too hard. You put his mind at ease telling him that you do like it. your bubble butt and tight hole were made to take his cock.

this still doesn’t stop him from confessing to you; ‘baby, I’m so sorry.’ he kisses your skin. ‘when I see that ass if yours jiggle, it drives me crazy, I just can’t stop.’ it often leads to him overcompensating. as the his cum seeps out of your obliterated cunt. he just wants to make you feel safe. the same safety he feels when he’s with you.

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[missmeinyourbones]

ohhh my god oh my god #25 “you won’t stop shaking” + gojo, I am holding my hands out and looking at you with big eyes <3

NSFW 18+. MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED FOR INTERACTING.

cw: afab!reader, oral (f receiving), cum eating, reader referred to as "girl" once, gojo is my favorite person to write overstimulation for bc he is so pathetic and soggy, ANYTHING FOR YOU DEM MY DARLING

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you can't stand him. he's living between your legs and you can't stand him.

looking down from where he slightly rises, he comes up like a god you remember reading about when you were younger. one so powerful that he parted the sea with a mere wave of his hand.

you watch his eyes light up as they land on your quivering thighs.

he catches your gaze for a moment, and you try your best to slow your breathing. stop heaving from your orgasm and fucking control yourself. but something about the way his sight falters from your face and back to your shaking hips makes your heart skip.

"look at you," he sounds like he's in awe, giant palms carefully caressing your soft thighs when he whispers, "my sensitive girl."

you bite your tongue at the smug words he's trying so hard to disguise as sweet ones.

it's cute, it is, and he wants to coo and peck and cry about how delicious you are. but satoru is as satoru does, and with an insatiable ego, he persists.

"you won't stop shaking," he speaks the obvious as if he's proving his point, "poor baby."

he allows his lips to softly soothe your hiccuping frame, tracing themselves along your torso and pelvis, leaving warm kisses of pride across your damp skin.

he can briefly make out the mumbled "asshole" through your clenched and chattering teeth. but he does, he hears it—and as most things from your lips do, the name goes right to his dick.

he laughs against your skin, allowing his teeth to gently graze against the thick of your stomach as he rubs soothing circles by the bones of your hips. you feel him smirk against you when you let out a gasp at the impulsive sharp feeling.

"shhhh, don't go being mean now. you've been such a good girl for me."

you don't know if it's an act of kindness or malice, but satoru's hand goes to massage your inner thigh and it swipes your swollen clit in the process. you jump at the sudden contact, and you don't miss the laugh he lets out under his breath.

rubbing and kissing the fat of your sore thighs, he sighs against your sticky skin, "was it too much for you, baby?"

yes, your body aches to scream. almost. i don't know, but i loved it just as much as i loathed it.

you don't answer, so satoru softly taps your ass.

"hey?" he searches for your response.

"no," you quickly tell him, your voice not sounding nearly as stern as you meant for it to.

"no?" satoru's tone goes airy as he smiles like a fucking cat.

slowly, teasingly, he lets his kisses linger, each one inching closer and closer and closer to your cunt when he finally stops just outside of your folds.

"so," he drawls annoyingly, "you're saying you could handle more?"

shakily, stubbornly, you nod.

satoru chuckles at the silent confirmation.

"since when are you so shy? aren't you the one who just rode my face till you were raw about twenty minutes ago—"

"shut up, satoru," the embarrassing frustration bubbles from your throat before you can stop it.

down by your hips, satoru's eyes flicker from your body to your face again. he stares at you for a moment, like he's thinking hard about something. and it feels like forever before eventually, he raises his eyebrows and scoffs in disbelief, "huh."

his tone irritates you—far too casual and knowing to be as short as his response is. your hands hit the mattress beneath you in pure exasperation.

"what?!" you borderline snap at him.

he lets your anger linger for a moment before shrugging.

"thought i woulda fucked that attitude outta you by now," he casually breathes, attention slowly drifting from the scowl on your face to the wetness beginning to pool between your legs once more, "but i guess i didn't."

smugly, he readjusts himself between your thighs, and before you can make a noise to protest, encourage—you don't even know at this point—the tip of his pointed nose brushes against your clit and you think you see stars.

"well, you know me, angel," his voice drips of a sweetness you can't quite place as his tongue returns to its home inside of you.

"i love a good fight."

[luvrxbunny]

homecoming ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: i wrote this at like 3:30am 🦢

wc: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ MNDI, really light choking, dry humping, piv, some praise, oh and some hair pulling but i feel like joel miller smut = some hair pulling.. with me at least cus like.. THE CURLS (not proofread and much longer than intended)

okay so Joel coming back from a trip, maybe it wasn’t even super long, a week or so but nothing you guys haven’t weathered before.

but for some reason; maybe it’s been a long time since he was away from you for even a day.. Joel all but loses his mind without you.

it’s like he goes into heat or something. like his body knows that he can’t have you and suddenly its craving you 10x its usual amount.

he comes back late at night, near midnight. all the guys wanted to take shelter for the night, arrive at the community in the morning but Joel hadn’t mentally prepared himself for another night without you. he refused to go another night without you.

you’re snug in bed when he crawls in. you’re pulled from your sleep by the dip in the bed but you instantly recognize the broad chest pressing against your back.

you gasp and bury your hand in his hair as quickly as possible. you reach over his face as he gives your neck a kiss and presses closer to you, poking you in the back with a feeling you’ve missed.

“is this okay? i’ve missed you so much, love.” you only hum in response, arching your back so he can grind against the plush of your ass, an opportunity he graciously accepts. he groans low and rough into the back of your neck as he starts humping you. “we can stop if you’re sleepy, baby.. shit.” his arm comes to wrap around you.

his forearm stretches diagonally across your torso as he cups your blood with his palm, using you for leverage to grind himself more forcefully into your ass. “could- oh god.. mmm we could w-wait for— until the—”

“baby, shut up.” is all you mumble before twisting to finally devour his lips in a kiss that he whines into. whines

his frantic humping turns into purposeful grinding as you pull away. his breathing is more erratic than you’ve ever heard it. his eyes are shut as tightly as his hand is gripping your hip, surely leaving dents in your skin.

you turn back around to bury your face in the pillow in front of you, too uncomfortable with your body twisted but leaving your hand to play with his hair. “needed me this bad, baby?”

you try to sound teasing, dominant but instead the question comes out high and breathy, sounds as desperate as he’s acting.

all you get in response is a growl from Joel before his hand leaves your boob to flip your body around, letting you face him, letting you— for the first time— really take in his disheveled state.

his hair is mussed— definitely your doing, but his lips are red and bitten, presumably from holding in his sounds to not disturb the silence of the night. his eyes are blown wide, glinting with a crazed look as he grinds into you gently.

he has his hand on your thigh, your leg pulled over his hip do he can grind right into your core, sending convulsions throughout your body.

after taking him in you meet his eyes again and he crumbles. whimpering a loose form of your name before burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent as his hand coming to your lower back to press your body into his.

“i’ve needed you more that air, dove. been craving your soft body, your- fuck- your sweet sounds.” his voice gets high near the end of the sentence, only reminding you of his need. “swear i’ve been seeing you in the stars at night. m’losin my goddamn mind over ya’.”

his desperation is leaking into your veins now, the same way you’ve started to seep into your underwear, growing tired and teased with Joel’s incessant movements against you.

you stay silent, let him release wet moans into your skin as you take matters into your own hands.

you grab his waist band and pull the buttons apart so roughly you may have broken them. you keep up your urgent demeanor as you free his cock from its confines.

his hips don’t stop moving as you fumble with his pants, he grinds against the air, your hands and your wrists, anything he can reach.

he moans your name when you wrap your hand around him but his breath is stolen as you quickly pull your panties aside and shove him in.

he’s surrounded in your wet warmth before he can take another breath. the same heat he’s been dreaming of, craving, fiending for over the course of the past week.

his head is finally pulled from your neck as he sits up a bit with his hand on your throat, his index finger and thumb holding your jaw in place as he forces you to look him in the eye.

his brows are furrowed and there’s a look of confusion and a softness that feels like begging in his eyes. you’re waiting for him to scold you, remind you who’s in charge, that you don’t do anything without his permission first. but instead he just pants against you, incapable of taking even breaths as his hips twitch softly and against his will into you.

you hold his eye contact as your hands come to the base of his spine, pressing down and curving his hips into you, guiding his slow and gentle thrusts.

his face crumples in pleasure, all his features scrunching in as he tries not to moan into your face. his hand twitches on your throat before tightening again as he leans down to press you against his forehead before resting his cheek on yours as he finally releases all the sounds he’s been holding in.

first you get a guttural groan, something that sounds like it came from the depths of his chest; low and rumbling. as his hips begin to move on their own accord, his moans change. they become more urgent, short and cut off as he tries to catch his breath. every now and then it sounds like the first syllable of your name but he’s never able to get the full thing out. “there you go, sweetheart. just like that.”

you try and stay composed as you guide him but he’s ramming into your g-spot like he’s been searching for it for weeks. your brain is turning to mush, melting out of your ears. when Joel pulls his face away from yours, wanting to examine your state, he can tell. he can tell that you’re not all there, that you’re holding on by a thread for him. it fills his chest with pride.

you watch a lazy smirk slide over his face as his hooded eyes meet yours. “it’s okay, baby.. m’here now.”

Joel lifts one of your legs, gripping your thigh and pushing it to meet your chest. “you don’t gotta be all tough anymore.” it feels as though he’s opened up a new channel inside your pussy, like he’s reaching places that weren’t accessible before. like he’s reached heaven, inside you. “you can let go, darlin’.”

you explode.

its that godforsaken southern drawl of his. whenever he talks to you in his low, smooth voice, like pouring warm honey right into your ear, filling your brain with sweetness. you have no choice but to fall apart. you hadn’t even been aware of how badly you’d been craving him.

you knew you missed him of course, but you thought you’d be satisfying yourself decently in his absence.

you obviously had forgotten when your orgasms feel like when they belong to Joel.

it feels like your body falls completely apart. you don’t feel attached your limbs anymore. all you can feel is the warmth blossoming violently in your abdomen. your thighs shake, and Joel tightens his grip, wanting to feel the rippling muscles under his palm.

he watches your brows furrow as your eyes roll back. you go limp in his arms, your entire body relaxed as your soak his cock in your juices.

Joel fucks into you at a leisurely pace, forgetting his desperation in favor of watching you melt into the bed. but as he thrusts he watches you slowly coat his cock, giving him a milky sheen, an award for his actions and a reminder of your own craving for him.

it’s more than a punch in the gut, it’s like he’s been completely winded, like someone has punctured his lungs and crushed his heart inside his chest.

he gasps once and sees your eyes snap open to his, waiting and watching as his body folds in on itself to fill you with its seed.

Joel almost falls on top of you, his arm catching him before he lowers himself into your lips. he’s too busy moaning your name and praises to kiss you properly. he rests his lips against yours as his mind clears, blank and thoughtless, finally satiated after a week of driving him crazy.

his body weight slowly increases as he blankets you, his cock pulsing inside you gently, gently pumping pent up ropes of cum into you despite the small amount already leaking onto your thighs.

“love you s’much.” Joel mumbles groggily into your ear. his hand comes up to stroke your head, soothing you as he notices your rapid heartbeat. “you’re my perfect girl, y’know that? everything i dream of, everything pure.” you feel that terrifying warmth spread through your chest, that intense, buzzing love that blooms in your chest whenever he opens his mouth.

“i know, joey.” your hand slides out of his hair and down his back, scratching gently and relishing in the way you feel his chest rumble with a contented hum. “i love you so much more, y’know that?”

he chuckles softly before biting you semi-gently. “no way.” he sighs against your skin. “ain’t possible.” he licks over his teeth marks before kissing them.

his lips just barely ghost over the area as he falls asleep, his cock warm and soaked inside you.

a horrid surprise for Tommy when he tries to welcome his brother home with a “gourmet” breakfast in bed service.

[alecvolturiswifeforever]

elevator antics 𝜗𝜚 ׅ ۫ demetri volturi x reader

warnings: a lil bit steamy ;)

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It was not uncommon you were tasked with delivering some important papers to the masters (you were almost certain it was because the newest secretary was rather fearful of her life, though you’d like to think it was because you were useful). This time you were not alone.

Your mate trailed closely behind you, hand on your lower back as he guided you toward the elevator. You skipped beside him happily, chatting his ear off as you so often did. He would never tire hearing your sweet voice, he would always remind you of that. Reaching over, Demetri pressed the call button, moving back to wrap an arm around your waist.

“Darling, have I mentioned you look exquisite today?”

“Only about a hundred times” You giggled, smiling up at him. The doors of the elevator opened and he prompted you in first. You moved into the enclosed space, turning to face the doors only to be met with Demetri’s arms pushing you back against the wall, pinning you against it as the doors closed behind him.

He huffed as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Then I must tell you another two hundred times. You look absolutely ravishing in this dress, sweetheart.” He groaned as he took you in, leaning down and pressing a much deeper kiss to your lips. You moaned into his mouth, dropping the now forgotten papers onto the ground next to you in favour of wrapping your arms around the vampires neck, pulling him closer.

Barely hearing the tiny whimper that left his lips, he hoisted one leg to wrap around his hip, using it as leverage to grind against you.

“Dem-“ You groaned “We can’t”

“Why not?” He huffed in despair, desperation in both his voice as well as the way he pressed feverish kisses wherever he could get to.

“The doors will open any moment… and I really need to drop these off.”

“Baby, please. I need you.” His whine had you mentally cursing. It wasn’t often he begged so easily.

“Ten minutes,” You promised “Give me ten minutes to get this done and I’m yours.”

The suave vampire whined again and made his way back up your jaw pressing one last kiss to your lips, dropping your leg and picking the papers you dropped up off the floor for you. You hissed as he pressed a seductive kiss to your bare thigh on the way up. He knew how to rile you up so easily.

“Ten minutes, but we have to be quick. I have duty in thirty.”

You scoffed, “as if we will need that much time.”

He laughed as the doors opened, moving in the direction of your shared chambers.

“I’ll be waiting, principessa.”

[selfishdoll]

NOW PLAYING…. GIRLS DEM SUGAR

It's been awhile since I'm admiring yuh tenderness

PIERCING HCS w/ JJK MEN.

ft. kashimo hajime, gojo satoru, takuma ino, nanami kento, & choso.

cw. sexual/suggestive themes, ooc characters, piercings (?).

got this idea randomly. half of these piercings i want for myself. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

KASHIMO HAJIME. ★ back dermals

the day you brought up the piercing to him and showed him a picture, he was confused. he didn’t see the point, and thought it was a little odd just having two random pieces of metal on either side of your lower back.. but boy was he wrong.

the pretty silver of the piercing rested upon your soft mocha skin perfectly, filling those cute little venus dimples he just loved. his eyes were always on your ass in general, but these piercings just amplified it.

and don’t get him started on the back shots. you just look too good all arched, ass poked out with those shiny fucking piercings all in his face. he loves it.

oh.. you’re even prettier from behind, sweetheart.

kissing between the piercings at times, tugging down the waistband of your pants to see them, he’s obsessed and is a little irritated you didn’t get them earlier.

GOJO SATORU. ★ vertical clit hood

you’ve wanted the piercing for a while, long before you even started dating gojo— but never got around to it. however, one faithful day you decide to just say screw it, and get the piercing. your refrained from telling your lover since you wanted to surprise him.

as pretty as it was, you would definitely not get it again.

anyhow, you went home that day, all smiles though still a little sore. walking into your home, you spotted gojo seated, minding his business. you walked over, his eyes glancing up at you and your goofy smile.

one he mirrored. what’s got you so excited?

i have something to show you. you would reply, cheeks nearly hurting from how much you were smiling. gojo watched with interest as your placed your things down, settling on the ottoman infront of him and slowly, pulling your pants down. he sat up, now completely interested.

you hooked your fingers on your panties, slowly pulling them down and opening your legs. his eyes widened, leaning over and pressing a hand on your thigh.

is that real?

yep! you quickly swatted his hand before he could touch it, glaring at him as you quickly shut your legs. much to his dismay.

before you can touch me there, we have to wait eight weeks.

you nearly laughed at the distraught expression on his face, ignoring his soft buts and what ifs. most healed enough for sex around the fourth week, but given how rough satoru could be— you opted for eight.

which was hell for the white haired male. dramatically counting down the days, walking out when you changed, the whole nine yards. the amount of patience or rather restraint he had was amazing. especially since you hardly made it easier for him.

the moment the eight mark his hands and mouth are all over, caring less for the metallic taste when he’s eating you out.

and when he finally gets to fuck you? he tried to be gentle, really he did— but with him angling his hips right and your piercing is rubbing against him so nicely, well; that gentleness goes through the window.

So fucking pretty.. you should have gotten this sooner, [Name].

TAKUMA INO ★ tongue piercing

you talked to ino about your interest in piercings, specifically getting one in your tongue. the pain was the only thing holding you back to which the man assured you you’d be fine, you’re tough, you got this.

so he tagged to your appointment when it came up, holding your hand as you sat waiting for the piercer. it was kind of cute to him, watching your eyes dart back in forth anxiously.

relax [name], i’m sure it’ll be quick.

you would only suck in a small breath, forcing a smile at your lover before glancing over at the person piercing you.

like ino said it was quite quick, painful— but quick. after you were done, you took multiple looks in the mirror, flicking your tongue about in different angles to take in the piercing. you loved it, and ino.. realized he did too. far more then he should have.

throughout the healing period of four weeks his eyes would travel to your tongue piercing each time you spoke to him, a certain heat resting underneath his skin. his thoughts quickly delved from him simply liking the piercing to wanting it on him, around him, touching him. he just.. wondered how it felt.

you weren’t an idiot to his thoughts at all. purposely eating far too sensually then you should have, glancing up at him through your eyelashes with the sweetest, most innocent smile.

you finally decided to end his torture when the healing period was up, offering to complete his fantasies.

i bet you were wondering what it felt like this whole time..

what? no, no i wasn’t. ino tries to deny it, but the deep blush on his face and the way his legs were opening so naturally, well— you knew otherwise.

the moment your tongue was on him, his eyes were pinched close, large hands resting on your hand. the warmth of your tongue and the cold of your piercing was just enough, him coming in minutes.

i’m.. gonna get a piercing for you. is what he declared after such a mind blowing experience.

NANAMI KENTO ★ ashley piercing

any piercings or tattoos you had nanami wouldn’t mind, he would love them regardless. they’re a part of you and well, he loves every single part of you.

so when you wanted the ashley piercing he was all for it, declaring it’d look nice on your pretty lips. well, anything did anyway.

it didn’t take long to heal, nanami smiling at how you counted down each day, just waiting to kiss him.

and when the sixteenth day was up, your lips were planted against him. nanami of course returned your sweet kiss, though, it did feel quite different from before. similar to ino the silver barbell created a nice balance between warm and cold, brushing against his lips lightly.

it felt, nice. far nicer then he wanted to admit. but he didn’t have to, since the moment you pulled away the man is chasing after you, planting his lips firmly back onto you— as if angry you left in the first place.

and don’t get him started on your kiss down his body, it’s.. too much. his skin is growing hot the moment you kiss at his collarbone, smoldering when you reach his v-line.

nanami has to admit this is his favorite piercing yet.

KAMO CHOSO ★ nipple piercings

first & foremost, i think choso is a breasts kind of guy. likes the way they fill his hands, likes sucking on them, and likes laying on them. now with that outta of the way— when you told him ( and showed him ) you wanted nipple piercings, he was a little skeptical. one, the thought of you infront of someone bare like that made him a bit nervous and two, after researching he’s heard horror stories of such piercings. choso quickly became worried for you and while he refused to talk you out of it, he did ask if you were sure.

when you didn’t budge, choso supported you, deciding to be right there at the appointment to hold your hand. he didn’t worry about the piercer, nor you; he trusted you fully.

choso was a little discouraged when he realized he couldn’t suck or play with your breasts for a while, but knowing he could possibly hurt you made such dismay fade quickly. your comfort was more important than his fixation.

when you were finally comfortable enough, the man was continuing his usual antics; grabbing your breasts, sucking and playing with your nipples. the metallic taste took some getting used to, but that didn’t matter the moment he realized how sensitive you were now. how you twitched, gasped, and moaned but just a swipe of his tongue across your pretty nipples.

it excited choso greatly, now spending moments between sessions sucking at your breasts, being the only man to ever make you come from them alone. and having you ride him, face buried in your chest, sucking both at the same time? well, choso was in pure bliss.

so despite the waiting time taking much longer then choso would have wished, it was definitely worth it in the end

[hyunip]

DISTRACTION

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https://sober!-ony-x-drunk!-plus-size-black!-reader.com//:hyunip

A/N: Cannot get this man ony out of my head and how he gets distracted by how fine you looks while you talkin’ to him. You know that part of redbone with instrumental? He think you looks like that part of the song. Ion know if that made sense to you, but if it don’t, you gonna have to make sense out of it.

[I suck at warnings, sorry]

MATERLIST[Needs to and will be updated]

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[T]ipsy was really the only word that could explain you right now. The only word that fit into how you felt.

Your vision was a bit blurry, and your mind felt a little scattered, like all you could think of was words and how to put them in a way. But whilst talking, it seemed you couldn’t care less about what you said to him. Letting your thoughts be free. You were only like this because you and Onyankopon’s friend group were playing a game of uno with a little twist.

If someone put down a draw four card, you’d have to do four shots and then draw your four cards. Same thing if they’re stacked—if you have to draw eight cards that’s eight shots and eight cards—so on and so forth. You weren’t sure who made that shit up, but whoever did it was a damn good idea. It was funny and loud—which may have caused a little headache—and chill too. You all had a good time. But after a few rounds you all decided to chill since Sasha—a light weight—had one too many drinks for herself. So she’d went up to your room to sleep. Whilst Connie, Mikasa, Eren, Armin, and Jean were all laid out on bean bag chairs on their phones or talking. You were all in your basement, the song redbone by Childish Gambino playing, set to a medium volume on the speaker at the back.

Ony listened to you talk, listened to you sound a little loopy as you talked to him about a dream you had of him.

“And you was chasin’ me downstairs wit the knife—I almost bust my ass on the last step” you told Ony, your eyes slowly closing and your hand moved slowly to facepalm yourself in the face as you said the last part, making Ony chuckle at how you found it so dumb. “I ain’ gon lie baby, this shit sound like one ‘uh dem horror movies you be watchin’” he laughed.

Truth be told, Ony loved when you told him about your dreams, or spoke to him about just anything. Your voice was so smooth and sexy on the regular, but when you were like this, it was just goofy and sounded loopy as hell, and he found it funny and cute. But at some times—like now—he could rarely really ever focus on what you were saying, since he always found himself stuck admiring your facial features and body and how good you looked. He admired your ass, your thick thighs—and definitely the way the quadruple in size whenever you sit down. That has him practically drooling and wishing to be held between them for the rest of his life.— you hip dips, your double D cup sized breasts, and of course that pudgy belly you had (cause be real. You can’t want a woman with a FAT DUMPY and some pretty big titties without no stomach 🙄 plus size are baddies too.)

He loved the fat under your arms and how chubby you were. But my oh my, when he catches a look at them pretty brown eyes and see that wide and beautiful smile, his heart can’t help but skip almost all the million beats. He may not show it, but when he sees how good you look everyday, he try his best to find the words to speak. Always silent at first glance.

He was leaned back against the couch, his arms falling on his thighs as he sat manspread beside you, staring at your well done makeup. The little eyeliner wing making an illusion of slim siren eyes with a lit red tint under your eyes, and mink lashes perfectly placed on your lash line. The look with your outfit made him want to get on his knees and start slurping you up and eating you like the last dinner he will ever have. You were just too sexy, and he could always gas himself up about how bagged himself the baddest woman in his eyes.

“You listening?” Your voice was low and interrupted by a small hiccup after drinking a few sips of a cup of soda sitting on the small round table in front of you both. His thoughts were interrupted by that, bringing him back to reality.

When he focused back onto your words and was able to give your entire being a final analyzation, he heard the best part of redbone begin to play, making the moment even better for him.

Ony nodded at your question before you moaned in satisfaction as to what your ears were hearing right now, standing to start dancing to your favorite part of the song, vocalizing with it under your breath. As you got up, so did Mikasa and Connie, all of you vibing out to the music and singing along with each other. Ony couldn’t do anything but sit back and watch you enjoy yourself and feel good.

Best believe he could NOT wait to get you home and love and touch all up on you…

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And that, Ladies and Gentleman, was DISTRACTION by HYUNIP!

[the-anime-enthusiast]

izuku midoryia’s type in women PLEASEEEE🙏🙏

OFCC!! Sorry for taking so long, in my last post I explained why I've been on an unofficial hiatus but yeah 😭 I got u!!

IZUKU MIDORIYA - type in women

PHYSICAL 🤸‍♀️

bro DOES NYYYAT care, literally at all. I think everyone has their preferences, him too ofc, but he's him guys. The ratio from hips to waist is NOT what bros laying attention to, but ofc I'll still give you my opinion.

SUN KISSED BADDIES you got that like sunburn across your cheeks? he's going crazy. like legitimately. I don't think he would be able to handle his feelings. he'd probably pass out from a blood pressure spike.

He likes them brown haired girls 😔 and brown eyed girls 😭 (song reference) He honestly doesn't care Abt details like that, he'd date anyone, but he def compares his love life to shoujo series and he stays seeing those dark haired baddies.

ass tits thighs personality ✅ he's fs a personality man but let's bffr, every guy has there thing....height, hips, and arms. He likes his girls shorter than him 🙂 (around 5'2? not too short tho cuz then he gets weirded out) He LOVES dem hips. Yk whenever a girl has that natural dip in her hips, it kinda looks like those donut stack toys babies play with? (random comparison I js can't think of anything) HE LOVES THAT SH!!T. He's def secretly crazy for thick hips, like when u got some fat around them. Loves it 100%

okay...so the whole arms thing...he likes girls who have thicker arms...and not rly a muscle kinda thick, more like an auntie thick when you got that little folded skin hanging over the elbow. Bros specific, and bros a lil weird Abt it. He would NEVER admit it out loud, but it's like a creepy fetish for him. He would js never actually be creepy Abt it tho cuz yk, HE HAS COMMON DECENCY. (Unlike some guys 🙄)

When I say he's not picky, I MEAN he is not picky. It's giving very much Yuji Itadori and that one girl that he was like "yeah it would be her" (very mindful, very sweet, very wholesome, very demure) Slim, Thick, Skinny, Midsize, Plus size, All size, Morphing Size (idfk im running out of sizes and you never know with those quirks man)

MENTAL 🧠

if ur a mean ass bitch you can get TFFF OUUUTTT bro does NOT stand for that sh!t 🙅‍♀️ tbh i dont think he'd be picky when it comes to personality but he doesn't stand for someone who has room for hate in their heart, even after everything hes been through. I'm not gonna sit here and be like "oh he's a sweet cinnamon roll 🥺" like bffr, but he won't even look in your direction if you're a "hater"

He generally wants someone sweet, or just nice in general. like ochaco (no I'm not shipping them, she's just really nice and the best charcter to describe his preferred personality to)(did you see her with toga? shes a sapphic queen guys bffr) He wants someone who cares TREMENDOUSLY, like he does. Kindness is what gets his attention, being a good soul and good spirit, someone he can match wave lengths with mentally.

A strong mind and determination. (bkdk reference) (I'm joking) He knows exactly where he wants to be in life, even if his idea of that is a little messy, so he likes whenever someone has the same drive he does, natural will to be good. He wants someone mentally tough and ready to face the world for what they believe, as long as they know in their heart it's what they want/believe. (all might reference)

RANDOM 🎉

He rly likes girls who can draw 😭 He thinks it's the coolest thing ever and it makes it so easy for his partner to get him gifts bc he'd melt if he got a personalized drawing of him and his fav heros 😭

LOVE LANGUAGE - physical touch

he's not huge on pda (he gets rly embarrassed, not in a embarrassed of you way, more of a, im shy and feel like my face is going to explode, kinda way) but he loves sweet little acts of physical touch. Whenever he's stressed or really anxious holding hands melts all his worries away.

LOVE LANGUAGE -quality time

bro fr js wants to be next you. he loves little cheesy dates (amusement park and sharing crepes)(manga reference) but yeah, just cheesy things like that.

Really likes nerdy girls (very big on matching energy if you can't already tell) like js geek out with bro and he'd die for u istg.

Play a damn board game with this kid, Jeezus Chrysler. Whip out monopoly and you'll have his attention till he rots in fictional jail. He actually REALLY sucks at board games but refuses to ever stop playing them. Jenga? He can't even set the blocks up without knocking them over. Uno? He forgot what the word uno was. I mean literally say there stuttering trying to remember what word he's supposed to say.

BUY THIS KID SHOES. He doesn't know why...but it's one of his favorite gifts to receive. He loves trying them on and showing them off to you. He also gets rly geeked out over custom fan shoes. (think like those Hercules sandals from the Hercules movie) He knows it's cringe. He doesn't care. He has display racks for all of them on his wall.

OMG I FINISHED WRITING IT HOLY SH!T I DIDNT THINK I WOULD I js pulled all of these he out MY BEHIND BRO it's midnight I'm dead ASF, I have that convention in 2 days, shizzz wild rn. Pls lemme know what u think!! I've never been a HUUGHERE Deku fan, I kinda js appreciate his character, but I think this is pretty cutesy, how tf do u spell that. Anyways, yeah. This was fun. BYEYYEYEYEHEHEHEHEHEYYTEYRYTRYYR

[littlepadika]

Outbreak Day Eve

warnings: daddy!joel, fem little, ddlg, cute fluffy daddy time

Tomorrow was the anniversary of outbreak day which meant everyone in Jackson had the day off. No work or school or chores. The exception was patrol. Most people wanted to be with their families so it was always hard to pick who would have to patrol on this most important day. It was a day of mixed emotions. Some people liked to grieve what was lost. Some people treated it more like a celebration akin to 4th of July. With the heat of the summer lots of people were having picnics and cookouts.

Harper, who was head of patrol, was surprised when Joel asked for time off. He never asked for time off. If anything he was the one who volunteered to work on holidays. But Harper could tell there was a change in the man over the last year. Something about being with you.

"You got it, Joel."

"You sure? I know lotsa people are askin'." Joel is takenaback

"You've never once asked for a day off. Picking up extra to help out everyone else... you enjoy your day off kay?" Harper waved him off.

He was so excited to tell you. He came home and wiped his boots off on the door mat.

"Petal?" He turned to see you sitting at the table drawing. "Hey... whatcha makin'."

"Everyone at the daycare was drawing pictures of stuff from before da outbreak. I wanted to make one." You don't look up because you are deep in concentration.

"Oh yeah?" Joel comes over and sits next to you. He peers over your arm.

"See daddy..." You point at each of the details. "Das us at a moobie theater. Dey used to have moovies on big big screens. All new ones all da time. And see you holding popcorn. I like the popcorn here but Miss Thomas said it was really yummy at the moobie theater."

"That's right." Joel smiled, almost tasting the butter on his tongue.

"Did you see dem?" you ask.

"Oh yes. All the time." Joel leaned back in his chair. "The seats were big and comfy. You could get special glasses that would make the movie look three dimensional- like it was coming out of the screen."

"What!"

"And the popcorn was tasty but you also could get soda and candy all sortsa things...yeah I think I miss them a lot too." His smile falters a little as he stares out the window. He used to take Sarah to the movies on saturdays. It started with cartoons then more girly movies but Joel didn't care. He loved watching her eyes light up with imagination. He wishes he could share that with you as well.

"I sorry." you frown, not liking to see your daddy sad.

"s'all right." He seemed to snap out of his daydream, turning back to you. "come here and give your daddy a proper hello."

You hop out of your chair and into his lap. "I missed you daddy..." You hug him tight. He was so warm and solid and felt like home. He hugged you back just as hard.

"And I got good news baby! I get the day off too."

"Yay!" You bounce on his lap.

"So what do you want to do? We can go for a hike. We can do crafts. Whatever you want."

"What do you wanna do?" you ask, feeling very big for thinking about your daddy.

"Whatever you want." Joel reiterated with a squeeze of your thigh.

"No daddy." You furrow your brow. "Is outbreak day and you were there so dat means is daddy day."

"That what it means, petal?"

"Mhm." You nod feeling even more like a big girl. "That's what dey said. Do somefing you miss"

"Mm well... I guess I miss..." Joel thought of movie theaters, of baseball games, of concerts, of swimming pools... barbecues with neighbors and friends...

"What! daddy!" You cup his scruffy cheek.

"It's- i'm not sure we have one."

"What!" You exclaim, hating the not knowing.

"It's a slip'n'slide." Joel smiles at your eagerness. "It's uh a long mat that links up with the hose and we would slide down it.:

"Let's do it, daddy!" You bounce on his lap again.

"I want to." He chuckles. "I gotta see if I can fashion one." His mind already coming up with ideas. He missed building things. This would be a fun challenge

"I wanna help!"

"Of course you do, you good girl." Joel kisses you gently. "Why don't you draw a design for daddy to use."

"Okay!!!" you squeal.

Joel digs out a long tarp which is fairly slippery. The yard is small but at an angle there's a decent track for the slide. He hooks up a old sprinkler system into ends of it and runs the hose between them. You were right there next to him, eager to try it out.

"Like dis daddy!" You show him the drawing of a sprout of water coming out on either side.

"Mmm oh you want it there?"

"Mhm, daddy. Please."

It takes a few tries to get a passable stream of water but he felt pretty pleased with himself by the time the sun was fading in the sky.

"Can I try it daddy!"

"I don't want your nice clothes getting wet." Joel leads you back inside and changes you into one of his old shirts.

"What about you, daddy?" You look expectantly at your daddy.

"Oh dear I'm not sure I can make it down. I'm an old man, petal."

"Please daddy!" You hug him around the middle and give him your best puppy dog eyes. "Please daddy! I only wanna if you do it too!"

"Oh alright." Joel sighs, knowing his back would complain in the morning but he wanted to share this experience with you.

"I ready!" You signal him to turn the hose on. "Catch me daddy! catch me!" You give yourself a running start before pushing yourself onto your belly. you slid down the tarp way faster than you thoght you would. It was kinda like flying. You squeal as Joel catches you at the end.

"I gotcha!"

"That was so fun daddy!" You giggle. "I wanna go again!"

Joel lets you go a few more times before you are looking at him expectantly.

"Your turn daddy. I catch you. I catch you."

"Oh dear..." Joel chuckles. "You sure?"

"Mhm. You can do it daddy! You brave!"

"I'll try to be, baby girl." He strokes your wet hair before walking up to the start. There's a slight slope to the yard which helps. "Things you do for a girl, miller." He muttered to himself. He shucks off his tshirt and shoes. On the count of three he pushed himself onto the slide, traveling much faster than you. His legs slide out to the side which makes him laugh.

"Oof!" He stretches out a hand to stop himself and keep the full weight of his body from knocking you over.

"Yay daddy!!!" You were jumping up and down. "You were so fast!" You kneel down and flop on top of him.

"That was fun, huh?" He laughs.

"Ya." You kiss his collarbone. "I love this, daddy. Was every day like dis?"

"Yeah..." Joel hugged you close. "But it's better now that you're here."

The sun was staining the sky pink and orange and both of you watched it set.

"So... what are we gonna do tomorrow?"

Joel bursts out laughing.

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daddy masterlist

[masonyep]

¡Abc NSFW!

warnings: sexual content

¡NSFW!

A= Aftercare (what they're like after the act)

↳She is not someone very affectionate, but she I would prepare a bathtub and exchange caresses during that time

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

↳in herself, Velvet loves her hands. She can make you go crazy with just one touch.

As for you, she likes your thighs and ass, she definitely squeeze and hit these areas

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

↳your cum is standard, transparent and syrupy. When she cums she loves to make you lick it, feeling like she has more than control over you is a great feeling for Velvet.

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

↳Velvet would love it for you to use some toys on her, and see you in control. As much as she doesn't want to admit it, she really wants you to throw her on the bed and finger fuck her until she can't take it anymore

E= Experience (do they know what they're doing?)

↳She doesn't have much experience, but the first time she did very well

F= Favorite position

↳definitely when she sees you in "earwig" and "doggy style" turns her on more and more

G=Goofy (how serious are they)

↳She's a little serious, but make a little joke there and here

H=Hair (grooming habits)

↳she takes very good care of herself, you will never see a single hair

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/ dirty)

↳She is a little serious, but sometimes she makes a joke there and another one here

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

↳Very little, she has someone at her disposal to have sex all the time. She only does this when she really wants to

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

↳insults and slaps. Oh, how she loves to hear you scream with excitement as she slaps your buttocks

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

↳In the bedroom and dressing room

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

↳When you wear her clothes, when you sit on her lap and make obscene gestures

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won't do)

↳Having sex against your will. She loves and respects you so much! I would never do something like that

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

↳loves receiving as much as he loves giving. She loves seeing your expression while she sucks you, but she also loves seeing you sucking her clit

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

↳VERY FAST. It accelerates and when you reach the peak She slows down to tease you and see the look on your face that is capable of begging for it.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

↳Velvet loves it, especially if it's before shows

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

↳She loves taking risks too, if they both agree, that's great for her

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

↳4-5 rounds

T=Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

↳There are some vibrators and a plug for you

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

↳She teases you by squeezing your thighs at inappropriate times and talking nonsense in your ear

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

↳She just lets out a few gasps and low sighs

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

↳One time, Velvet saw you messing around washing your plate and just slapped your ass and left like nothing had happened (LOL)

X=X-ray (what's down below in dem pants)

↳It's white just like her, but her clitoris is completely pink

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

↳Your libido is high, but not that much, I would say it is average

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

↳She waits for you to sleep before wrapping her around your waist and doing the same

I'll do a part 2 with abc SFW, ok? See you later, sorry for any mistakes and happy new year!! 🤍🫶🏿

[dontsh0vethesun]

emily mit dem großen schwanz

emily prentiss x reader

18+: smut; emily has a penis, unprotected p in v, fingering, edging, mommy kink, dom!emily, v slight degradation

masterlist | word count: 1.9k

a/n - disappointed in myself at my 3 pics, i usually find better ones but i didn’t know what to put considering it’s straight up porn also don't look at me, i'm a hoe i can't help it

Your body was warm after your shower and you wiped a space in the steamed-up mirror in front of you, hoping to somehow gain some semblance of composure before heading back out. 

You’d not expected to share a hotel room with Emily tonight - especially not one with just one bed. Of course, that’s all that was available and of course, you’d only packed a t-shirt to pair with your underwear for your sleep. 

When you stepped back out to the room Emily was watching the TV with her back pressed against the headboard and she didn’t shy away from staring at your exposed legs, glimpsing a peek at your underwear when you bent over to look in your bag. 

It was safe to say that the crush you held was not one-sided. If only Emily could just get her hands on you; the things she imagined, the sounds she hopes you make. There were countless nights when you occupied her senses, picturing you as she fucked herself. 

And here you were, looking so precious, pulling your shirt down your legs shyly before taking a careful seat beside her. 

She could just ruin you. She just knows you’d look so pretty falling apart beneath her, your eyes pleading while she makes you feel oh so good. She instinctively moved a little closer at the thought, letting her arm brush against yours while her eyes stayed focused ahead of her. 

Her hand crept over to your thigh, resting on your skin with daring fingers splayed. She knew what she wanted and you braved a look in her direction with a thick swallow. 

Her stare was still on the screen, a casual air that made your cheeks warm. You caught the slightest smirk on her lips when you sucked in a breath, barely even balancing on the line of an appropriate colleague interaction at this point; with the way she inched her hand ever so slightly higher to take a peek at the underwear once hidden by your shirt. 

Her eyes were dark and her breathing was physically laboured when her head turned in your direction. She eyed the underwear you tried to conceal with your thighs pushing together and the goosebumps that had raised from her touch.

“Emily, we can’t do this,” you muttered, hardly convincing even yourself with the smallness of your voice and the way you couldn’t bring yourself to move her hand. 

“Do what?” she answered with a tilt of her head dripping a faux innocence; sickly sweet as she peered through dark lashes.

“You know what,” you breathed, voice hardly there, shrinking away at the feeling of her fingertips grazing the edge of your underwear. 

“You don’t want me to stop,” Emily stated, so matter of fact and you desperately wished she was wrong but the way she looked at you made you ache. “I can see it in your eyes how much you want it.”

Her voice lowered as she moved closer to you, lips ghosting your neck with the heat of her words hitting your skin. “C’mon, sweet girl, give me somethin’.” Her hand squeezed at your thigh with her nails digging into the flesh. 

Oh, how you wanted her to be way off the mark but you could feel your body betraying you. Withholding the desires your infatuation with the older woman had caused was quickly going out the window, you couldn’t go back now that the prize is so close. So near that all it took was a tilting of your head to press your lips to hers. 

All the building tension between you was obvious in the way your lips slotted together effortlessly, Emily smiled against you at the feeling, finally claiming what she’d had her eyes on for so long now. 

Your hand tangled in the hair on the back of her head to keep her close and hers landed on your waist, pulling you onto her to escape the uncomfortable twistings of your bodies. With your knees planted either side of her thighs she could pull you flush against her, roaming her hands beneath your shirt against the warmth of soft skin. 

The way your hips mindlessly pushed into hers made her cock twitch in her shorts and the feeling didn’t go unnoticed by you; feeling her growing bulge against your clothed pussy. 

Her tongue took all control of yours and her dominant hands pulled your shirt over your head to ogle your body, instantly trailing her lips over your throat and down to your chest; her tongue flicked over a pert nipple and you felt her get even harder at the sigh you let out. 

She let you tease her for a little longer, grinding onto her hardening cock with her hold on your waist tightening. But the way she pushed you onto your back was sudden and she laughed darkly at the sight of you beneath her, taking in the perfect sight she’d imagined.

“Such a little tease, hm?” she murmured, cupping your cheek with a domineering push of her thumb past your lips whilst her other hand trailed across your skin to dip beneath the waistband of your underwear. “And so wet for mommy,” she smirked. “I should’ve known you’d be a desperate little slut.”

Her fingers slid through your folds, collecting your arousal with a musing rub over your clit. Her digits slipped into you with ease, curling into you perfectly making your breath hitch in your throat. She watched each reaction to the movement of her fingers fucking into you, each twitch of your hips and closing of your eyes, the biting of your lip between your teeth as she brought you closer and closer to the edge. You looked so pretty, she knew you would, and she had to have your lips on hers again. The kiss was sloppy and heated while you grew wetter by the second and each pump of her digits brought you closer to your climax. 

It only made your skin flush even hotter when she pulled her shirt over her head, setting her breasts free which you instantly palmed at much to her enjoyment. Her nipples were sensitive to the tongue you swirled around them, and the thumb you flicked over the buds; she could feel you clenching around her and her cock was aching to feel your warmth around it. 

“Em, please,” you whispered with a groan when she pulled away, leaving you on the precipice of a release with only a mocking grin thrown your way and soaked fingers pushing past your slackened jaw.

“Let me have my fun,” she returned, looking down at you with her own hands squeezing at her tits, pinching her nipples between her fingers and thumbs with her head leaning back. “I wanna see you desperate and aching. With your head so dumb all you can focus on is how much you need me.”

Her words made your head spin, not made any better by the sight of her ridding her body of her shorts, setting her hard cock free. She smirked at the way you gawked at her, watching her fingers wrap around her length, pumping it in her hand with the slick of her precum. You’re sure you looked pathetic; growing even wetter by the second, desperately wishing she wasn’t in the way of your thighs clamping together to find any kind of friction you could.

Emily could see the desperation on your face, in the heaviness of your breath and your unwavering stare. 

“I just knew you’d look so sweet,” she rasped, sighing at the pleasure of her movements. “Lying on your back, practically begging me to fuck you. Is that what you want, hm? You want mommy to fuck you with her cock?”

“Yes,” you nodded sheepishly, pulling her body into yours with her arms tasting either side of your body and the breath from the huff of her laugh falling onto your cheek, “I need you to fuck me, mommy.” 

The kiss she met you with was harsh and bruising, a filthy wanton lust with smacks of lips and breaths heavy against one another. She only pulled away to watch your face as she teased you, grinning mockingly at the annoyed furrow of your brow when she swiped her cock through your dripping folds, coating the length with your arousal.

She groaned at the feeling of your warmth around her, easily pushing the tip of her dick into your hole, inching her way further into your cunt until all she could feel around her was you. You were soaked and she loved it, you basked in the grunt at the back of her throat when she began a steady rhythm of her hips. 

Her girth stretched your pussy perfectly, you could easily take each inch of her with how worked up she’d got you; she could feel how she’d succeeded with her teasing. 

She brought her thumb between your bodies to draw circles over your swollen clit, bringing you closer to your release and in turn feeling that familiar pressure in her stomach with the way you clenched around her. Emily’s teeth grazed along the pulse point of your neck, blood rushing to your head with all the passion making you dizzy.

She sucked marks into your skin while your hands grasped at her back, aimlessly digging your nails into the backs of her thighs to pull her into you, wordlessly pleading with her to just not stop. The room was filled with moans of pleasure, too preoccupied with your desire that it was hard to think of anything else, to mutter much to her other than blabberings of how good it felt. 

“You’re taking me so well,” she muttered against your lips, hardly able to conjure up the words with how close she was to her orgasm. “I’ve been picturing this for too long, baby, how you’d look all filled up with me. And you do not disappoint.”

The way her tongue dragged over your nipple and her teeth dug into the skin, along with the thrusting of her shaft into your sex and her thumb playing with your clit, made you fall apart all over her. Your chest arched into hers with a choked moan with your heart thumping and your hand tightening into a fist in her hair. 

And you peered down at her when she pulled out of you, only needing a few strokes of her hand along the length of her soaked cock before ribbons of white shot onto the flesh of your stomach with a grunt of her own. You watched drops of her cum leak from the head of her dick, still feeling the blissful aftermath of your own high. 

If anything, she only looked at you more hungrily; as though ravishing you was the only thing on her mind. She swiped two fingers through the seed that painted your skin, bringing them to your lips for you to taste. Your tongue darted out to lick them clean, opening your mouth for her to fuck her fingers into you roughly, not caring about the way your eyes began to water. 

“I hope you’re ready for more, sweet girl, ‘cause I’m not ready for this to end just yet,” she winked before trailing kisses down your body, making contact with your cunt again. 

If anything was made clear after this first night with Emily, it’s that you’re going to need extra coffee in the morning.