#mnhh

[cistematicchaos]

Pissed af my little sib made me drink ginger water for my nausea and it worked. 🙄 natural remedies are so infuriating. Like okay what do you want me to do now? Try a little lavender and do yoga? Pls.

[caracello]

to be quite honest i might eat him.

[bedoballoons]

This is just a delicous request hehe, thank you for it~

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Good job baby~༺}

CW: NSFW! MDNI!! Fem, reader! Lactation kink, dry humping, mentions of a messy eater 🤭, hair pulling, praise kink, teasing and hand jobs!

Petnames used: Baby, Love, honey

(Includes: Thoma, Alhaitham, Childe, Kaeya and Wriothesley!)

𑁍༄Thoma:

Thoma moaned around your sensitive nipples, his mouth gripped onto it as he sucked your milk in and swirled it around his tongue, savoring ever sweet drop, dreaming that your perfect taste would never end. He could feel your fingers tugging at his roots and hear your sounds, your seductive words of encouragement. You were mesmerising and he'd been doing so good, "Mnhh, Thoma baby, you want a reward for your hard work hmm~"

Your bud left his mouth with a satisfying pop, his eyes dazed and his breathing uneven, "P-please" You chuckled at his eagerness and ran your hand slowly down his bare chest, your fingertips grazing his hard cock, "I'll use my hands baby, but you got to keep that perfect mouth on me alright, gotta drink it all up~"

He gasped and quickly went back to your tit, sucking and pulling at it even more then he had been. "So good~" Your hand moved up and down his length in time with his swallows and your moans, the room growing hotter with every second. "T-thoma mm, I'm getting close~" You moved your hips, grinding your wet cunt on his knee while grunts escaped him, he could only make satisfied noises in return, but archons he was close too.

"Thoma! Mmh!"

"Mnn!"

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

Alhaitham looked up at you with glazed over eyes, gulping down your warm milk as you moaned like a beautiful hot mess in between his legs. To think he could survive on this alone was more tempting then opening a brand new book, he just loved it so much, tasting you and hearing you praise him for his work, he couldn't stop his hands from keeping your tits in his face, his hold on them tight.

"A-alhaitham, you've drank so much honey, mmmngh, getting full yet?~"

He shook his head, never letting your nipple slip away from him, never stopping his groans and grunts from escaping between licking and sucking, he was entranced, he couldn't care less if he never got off as long as he got to keep this. Of course, you wouldn't let that be the case, "You've done such hardwork, let me return the favour~"

You kissed his forehead and palmed at his hard on, gasping as he bucked into your hand, to think he'd been this hard the whole time and never asked for attention, how cute~

𑁍༄Childe:

You moaned out loudly, both of your nipples being pleasured at once as Childe sucked at them, your milk pouring out in loads and dribbling down his chin, his neck, spilling onto you even. He was so messy, but he couldn't let the challenge of keeping both your buds satisfied pass him by, "Nhgh! Childe, mnh! C-childe! You don't have to d-do both"

His arms wrapped around you, pulling your sweet body impossibly closer to his while his mouth only sucking at your tits harder, he wouldn't back down, especially not when it came to you. "mmHg! O-oh my- ah! You're doing s-so well!" You gasped in between words, your breathing growing patchy and your cunt soaked almost as much as his chest was with your milk.

You shakingly slipped down his pants zipper, letting his cock spring free as hummed in delight around you, "Mn-mn, I'm gonna give y-you a gift~" Your free hand went to his ginger strands, grabbing a handful and yanking it roughly as your other moved up and down his dick quickly. Any thoughts melting away as the two of you got close to finishing, both of you eager to make the other cum.

"mmHg! Childe, cumming!~"

"Fu-ck~"

𑁍༄Kaeya:

Kaeya smirked as you pleaded with him to stop teasing, to be good and lap up what you offered him instead of merely licking your nipple, or squeezing your soft mounds in his hands. Suddenly a idea popped in your head and you leaned in close, your mouth barely grazing his neck and your chest pushed up against his, "If you don't work and drink up I won't give you your reward~"

He gasped quietly and you knew you'd won, "Well~" You looked at him expectantly waiting for the answer you already knew he was going to say.

"As you wish~" His mouth captured your nip and he started sucking harshly, your warm milk going down his throat like creamy heaven, it was what you wanted and yet it was so much better then you thought. "M-mnm! That's more like it~" You chuckled deviously and moved so your thighs were on either side of his leg, his front bump completely out in the open.

You prodded it with your fingers, smirking back at him as he moaned and almost chocked on your milk, "Don't worry, I'll use more then just my fingers baby~"

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

Wriothesleys large rough hands pulled you down into his lap, his mouth clamped onto your nipple, suckling at it like he'd been starved. You simply couldn't get enough, "Nhg, oh Wrio, hungry today are we mmmm~" Your head fell back as he groaned his hold on you tight enough to leave marks and his sounds sending vibrations throughout your body, making you feel almost high with pleasure.

He rolled and pinched your naked bud, playing with it harshly while you moved your hips against his, trying to get friction, to feel his hard cock rub your heat. You whined when your tit left his mouth, his tongue sliding across it agonizingly slow, "W-why stop?" Your heart raced as you watched your milk drip down his chin...his lips slightly puffy as he smirked, "I'll keep going, I'll do my best job...if you use your hands~"

You leaned in and messily kissed him, your hands hurrying to undo his pants and pull out his length, "Consider it a reward baby~" You whispered against his lips and his eyes shone with excitement, his attention instantly drawn back to your perfect chest. You moved your hands, using his pre-cum as lube to go faster, to turn him on as he drank you dry, just like you loved~

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[karteinss]

Maid Cafe | My Boss is a slut!

Top Male Reader x Bottom Diluc

*Continuation/Bonus part of the previous part of Maid Cafe.

CW: Slight Reader x Kaeya for the first half, Dub-con (?), Creampie, slight degrading, slut shaming, ass to mouth, feminizing (ass called ass-pussy).

“Angh— Ah~ mnffhh”

Moans were heard throughout the dim office. You fucked the warm tight hole even faster, gripping the blue haired man's hair as you fucked him like a rabid dog, he was moaning like a bitch in heat as he came for the nth time.

“You like this, don't you?” You teased the man but all he could do was let out whorish moans.

“You fucking slut, you love this didn't you? Being fucked in the office, wanting other people to see?” You whispered into his ear as you nibbled on it, your thrusts became faster as wet slaps filled the room.

Before he knew it, you came inside of him, making him let out a small whine.

.

.

.

As you both cleaned up the mess in the office, Kaeya said goodbye as he winked, leaving you alone in the slightly dim office.

You sat on your office chair as you leaned back, letting out an exhausted sigh.

After you knew he worked in a maid cafe, you couldn't help but fuck his tight little ass-pussy everyday, and everywhere.

You glanced over at your watch, showing the time of 12am, it was already time for you to go home but you wanted to stay in the office just for a bit.

You looked down, noticing the tent in your pants. You were still hard after the encounter as you reached over the bulge and started to rub your fingers onto it, making you let out a small moan at the touch.

You had sex in the office already, so why not rub one off here too, right?

You stood up as you made your way to the men's bathroom, making your way inside. As you made your way inside one of the stalls, you immediately unzipped your pants and pulled down your briefs just enough to pull out your hardened cock, teasing the tip as you started to fist your cock.

“Anghh...F-fuck..”

You groaned loudly, imagining a tight ass-pussy clenching down onto your fat cock, you thrusted faster onto your hand, trying to reach your climax before you hear a small whimper.

“mnhh..!”

A soft and whiny voice was heard, making you confused. That was definitely not you, so who..?

You suddenly heard squelching and even slight moans, there was definitely someone here, and possibly doing the deed too!

But, last he checked there wasn't anyone on this floor. No one could possibly be here either except for your boss, you, and those who had a night shift but they were all women besides you... But Kaeya left just a few minutes ago, and Diluc said he'll leave first...So who exactly?

Another moan was heard, this time in a more high pitched tone, a desperate plea to be fucked. Your eyes glitens in lust as you unlocked the stall door and searched in the other stalls in a hurry.

The moans got louder and louder, a needy plea to be fucked like a slut they are. You frantically searched every stall, desperate like the horn dog you were, wanting to get your dick wet.

As you tried to open the last stall, you realized it was occupied as you smirk. You knocked as you teased the man that was in the stall.

“What a slut you are, open the stall.” You demanded, wanting to fuck this whiny man, the way his voice was so feminine and so...

Before you could finish, the door unlocked, revealing a familiar red hair, spreading his legs out for you and with a dildo inserted inside his pink hole.

It was your boss, Diluc.

This was your chance to fuck your hot boss, no?

You smirked at the sight as you whistled, taking in the beautiful sight Infront of you as you walked into the stall and locking it.

“I knew you were a slut all along, Boss.” You teased as you revealed your hardened cock to Diluc as he was eyes wide, not expecting such a humongous cock. He blushed at the comment, turning away and not looking at you, drool and sweat was on his face, watery substances was on the floor.

“I..I-I'm not a slut..” He denied the allegation as he looked back at you, his red crimson eyes were full of need and lust as you looked down to his hole that was clenching onto a medium sized dildo, the way it was pink and fluttering made you smirk.

You hummed in response before leaning onto the red haired man before slowly taking out the dildo from his ass, letting out a loud moans from him.

“Anhhn-noo” He whined as the object was taken away from his hole and thrown into the slippery ground. His slutty hole was dripping with lube as you licked you lips and squatted, your face was Infront of his well lubed up hole as you decided to implant a kiss on it, making your boss let out a whimper in response.

“N-no~ T-that's dirty..!” He whimpered, tears were starting to form from his eyes. He whined even more as you slip your tongue inside the tight hole, tasting the sweet walls as you licked and ate him out.

“Mnffhh!!” He moaned out loudly, his tongue sticking out as he tried to get your tongue out by pulling you off by your hair but to no avail. He kept whining, saying things about how it's dirty but you didn't mind.

“mfyu mfwanted twhis, hnwo?” You said as you were eating him out, your tongue teasing his insides as you held his thighs apart. Meanwhile your other hand was jacking off, leaking precum from the head.

As your tongue plunged deeper inside him, it ripped out a moan from him as he reached his climax.

You pulled out as you licked your lips from the feast, you whistled at the sight of him in bliss.

What a slut he is.

“You want my cock, don't you?” Your husky voice asked him, making him twitch. You spit on your hand as you wetten your cock with the spit.

“Y-yes..” He says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as you teased him by slightly pushing in your cock head inside his wet hole but not moving afterwards, making him whine in disastifaction.

“N-noo~ p-pleasehh..need you!” He whimpered out, his beautiful crimson eyes were glassy as he begged you to move.

“I can't hear you, darling..” You smirked, making him blush at the sudden pet name, he hesitated before replying.

“P-please fuck my slutty hole..~!” He whimpered out, which made you smirk further as you plunged deep inside him, immediately hitting the deepest parts of him as he rips out a scream of pleasure.

“ANGHH~!! O-OHH—” He was practically moaning like a birth in heat, fat drops of tears released from his glassy eyes as he was squirming on your cock, signaling you to move as you nodded.

“Fuck, your hole is as tight as your brother's.” You whispered into his ear as he let out a small needy whimper.

You pulled out slightly before thrusting back in the tight wet heat, making his hole stretch as his eyes roll back from such pleasure.

“Mnffhh~~”

“Is my cock good, baby?” You cooed as you pounded his ass like no tomorrow, wet slaps were heard throughout the bathroom stall, making it noisy as hell as you couldn't help but groan.

“Y-YES! F-faster..!!! Mmhhh~”

“Ahh fuckk...! You're so fucking tight...!” You pounded faster, wanting to reach your climax as all Diluc could do is scream yes's.

“MNFF~! Y-yes..! Yesyesyesyes!!!” He moaned out between his sobs of pleasure, he was filled with ecstasy as you finally hit his prostate after a rough thrust, making him scream.

“A-ANGHH~!!!!!” He cried out as he spilled cum on your stomach, he was exhausted but you weren't done yet.

Your thrusts didn't stop, you kept pounding and pounding into his hole like it was your personal Fleshlight, the way it clenched down on your fat cock made you roll your eyes back as you couldn't help but fuck into the tight heat.

His moans were slutty, like his brother. You wondered if you could have a threesome with both of them...

You kept fucking into his body, also reaching for your climax as you were pounding him like a rabbit, fucking his ass-pussy in such a rush as you finally came inside his wet hole, filling it with your cum.

Diluc was drooling so much at this point, eyes unfocused and cloudy from being fucked dumb by you, only thinking of you and your cock...

You pulled out as his hole gushes out your cum as you smirked at your creation.

“My Boss is a slut.” You said to yourself as you zipped back your pants and left him lying there.

[ladsgirl]

LADS 18+ HEADCANONS

MDNI

▓▒▒░░░XAVIER░░░▒▒▓█

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

You're just so sweet and pretty. No amount of hunting wanderers alongside you can squander your beauty to him. He could never let a wanderer damage that perfect face. He knows you'd trust him with your life. The trust you had in him, and his promise he made to you to always be there for you brought out a passionate, protective side of him that bubbled to the surface only during combat, and during the times you'd bless him with the heavenly feeling of being inside you.

𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝔃𝓮

Not huge, but big enough to stretch you a bit every time. The tip gets SO red and hot, it feels satisfyingly warm in your mouth. Tilts slightly upward, and it's long enough for the tip to graze just past your gspot once he's all the way in.

𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

He knows he can reach that exact spot, so he knows how to tease you until you essentially beg him to push his whole length in. He loves to hold your legs open no matter how much you whimper and squirm. Before he even puts it in, he's looking down on your exposed body, legs held wide open, eyeing every inch of you to the point where you're becoming increasingly embarrassed. After giving in and putting his all into his thrusts and showering you with compliments and praises, the sounds he makes vary between sharp moans, shuddering breaths and deep sighs.

𝓠𝓾𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼

"You're so beautiful."

"Y/N... mnhh... Y/N..." (whisper)

"Don't hold back. Let me hear you."

"Tell me when you're feeling good. Please."

"Are you close?"

"Say my name again."

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮

Close, tight cuddles as soon as you both finish your orgasms. His arms wrapped around you, face pressed lovingly into your chest as you try to regulate your breathing. He asks multiple times if you're okay, looking at you with apologetic eyes. He then showers you with kisses and feeds you a bedside treat before he pulls you in to fall asleep in his arms.

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█▓▒▒░░░ZAYNE░░░▒▒▓█

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

You know how to make him feel special. Once you found out he was a lingerie guy, you would come to his house from time to time wearing lingerie under your casual clothing. Last Halloween, you wore nurse themed lingerie and role played with him. He couldn't concentrate at work for a long time after that, and told you not to call him Dr.Zayne outside of work anymore. He regrets telling you that, and occasionally thinks about that night, secretly hoping someday you'll spring the role play onto him again. You knew just how to push his well hidden buttons- in both good and bad ways. He's crazy about you, but having to reserve his feelings toward you over all these years makes him feel a bit guilty about it. This causes him to be awkward around you.

𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝔃𝓮

Nearly perfectly cylindrical with a few thick, bluish veins running up the shaft. It has some heft to it and tends to slide out due to the long, passionate strokes he fills you up with. It just does fit in your mouth, but sometimes you have to make up for your locking jaw with your hands. He knows this, and refuses to let you over work yourself.

𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

He loves it when youre on top, taking control of the pace when you're riding him. He stares at you in awe, inspecting your body with his eyes and hands like you're an angel that descended from above.

As much as he loves seeing you ride him, he's in absolute euphoria when you sit on his face. He wants all the pressure of your bodyweight on his head and neck. He knows when you're not sitting all the way down, and won't let you cum until you do.

𝓠𝓾𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼

"It's my face. Don't tell me what I can and can't handle."

"Sit. Down."

"Mhm... that's it." (Muffled)

"Stay there... don't move."

"You don't have to be shy with me. I love your body."

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮

He let's you collapse on his chest, caressing your back and hair as you shiver above him. You can feel his heart pounding as you lay against him.

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█▓▒▒░░░RAFAYEL░░░▒▒▓█

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

He loves how your feisty attitude melts away the more intimate you got with him. He gets high on watching your walls come down the more he talked to you. And it's all to tease you. He wants you to admit your attraction to him, but he knows he'll have to force it out of you with a delicate balance of pleasuring and annoying you.

𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝔃𝓮

Noticeably but not significantly longer than average, but slightly slimmer, allowing him to reach between your legs from various angles with no issues. Once you get wet enough, the texture of his shaft is primed for you to stay slippery enough to squirt, which he LOVES because (who's surprised?) the fish boy is obsessed with water, and feels like no matter how many orgasms you've already had, that you haven't had full release until you've squirted.

𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

He loves to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your body, where he can thrust and talk into your ear at the same time- and BOY can he talk.

𝓠𝓾𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼

"Miss bodyguard, you can't possibly be this needy so early in the day."

"You just had me a couple days ago. Are you ever satisfied?"

"You've been walking next to me all day with your panties soaking wet like this? How unprofessional of you."

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮

Lies next to you in bed, holding your hand, focusing on the micro expressions in your face as you come down from your high. Admiring the beauty in your afterglow always spiked the creativity in him.

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█▓▒▒░░░SYLUS░░░▒▒▓█

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓼 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

Your resilience. The way you fight so ruthlessly against wanderers drove him wild. He felt such a rush fighting alongside someone who could finally keep up with him in battle. He thought about it constantly. Someone so unassuming being able to kick ass like that really revved his engines. You and him really were two of a kind.

𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝔃𝓮

Hefty. Heavy. Girthy. At full attention, it faced directly forward, almost commandingly so. The head is super sensitive, and you can feel the prominent throbbing when you rest the tip in your mouth. You had to be EXTRA wet in order to fit him inside you. He could use three fingers to prep you and you STILL felt stretched once he bottomed out.

𝓕𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

As long as he can watch you writhe and buck your hips with desperation, it doesn't matter which position you're in. He's extremely smug and slightly sadistic- saying and doing things that might embarrass you, bringing you to the edge and withholding your orgasms until you followed his every command. He's never satisfied until you've come completely undone.

𝓠𝓾𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼

"You're doing great, kitten." (Whisper)

"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?"

"We both know you can take more than that, sweetie."

"Maybe if you take your face out of the pillow and beg louder, I'll consider it."

"I'M not done with you yet. It's not MY fault you keep cumming."

𝓐𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮

Wherever your spicy escapades end, he picks you up bridal style, places you on the closest comfortable surface and gives you a refreshing beverage of your choice. He then spends at least 5 minutes praising you for your cooperation.

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This is my first NSFW post on Tumblr, please tell me how you like it. I'm also writing more stuff and wouldn't mind some suggestions.🥰

[lzlxmuse]

Midnight Fun

endo yamato × f!reader ▪︎ you are used to endo crashing at your place after a fight. but this time, he wants something more than that. it doesn't matter whether you want it or not. cw: nsfw, somnophilia, dirty talk (use of word sl*ut), cunnilingus

“Did you get into a fight again?”

Despite the questioning tone, you already knew the answer as you opened the door to find Endo with bruises on his face and blood splatters on his clothes.

Before, the sight would've shocked you awake from the half-asleep state you had but now, you're used to it already. A yawn escaped your lips as you moved to the side and let him in.

He laughed, “But I won! ‘Sides they're the one who provoked me first!” He was already stripping down as he walked through the hall and slipped into the bathroom.

You raised a brow at the word they but didn't bother questioning anymore. You've long gotten used to Endo being reckless with his life.

You pulled the first-aid kit from the kitchen cabinet and placed it on the living room table. “It's on the table! Oh, and clean up your clothes!” you yelled at him after knocking on the bathroom door. The running sound of water heard from within. Whether he heard it or not, you cared not as you yawned once more and led yourself back to bed.

Eyes long closed and mind already asleep, you found yourself awake when you heard the creak of a door opening before it thud to a close. ‘Must be Endo,’ your mind supplied before you fell back asleep.

The next time you found yourself awake was as you felt a tingle on your lower area. “Mnhh…”

Your leg tried to kick at whatever it was only to hit the air. As you tried to turn your body to the side, you felt something impede the movement of your waist. Blearily, your eyes opened to find a head of black curls between your legs. Your pussy feels wet on the outside, and the inside tense.

“Stop… I wanna sleep…”

As you tugged at Endo's hair, he looked up and gave a playful smile. “Sleep then. I can have my own fun here!” With that, he went back and licked at your clit, electing a moan from your lips.

You tugged harder at his head. “Idiot! I can't sleep like this!” You hissed before you pushed his head deeper in between your legs as if in retaliation. Thighs squeezing his head, legs locking behind his back. “Just… ah–hurry up!”

You felt the exhale of his breath down there as he chuckled. “Ya know, you can just admit you want it.” He then lapped at your pussy, tasting your arousal before closing in with his lips as if he's about to devour your pussy.

Your back arched, lips parted in a breathless moan as you felt his tongue licking and parting your slit before slithering inside. His tongue thrusts in and out of your tightening walls mimicking a fucking motion. The bridge of his nose grazing at your engorged clit, leaving a shiver to run down your spine. You can't help but chant your hips up to feel it, stimulate it more.

“Gosh… look at ya! So wet like a slut!” Fingers flicked at your clit. He laughed as your body jumped in surprise. A moan ending in a yelp. It was too much! Before you could say or do anything else, he immediately thrust his fingers in. Feeling the throbbing walls, he turned his fingers upwards and pressed at a certain upper part of your inside that made you moan. “See, so easily pleased just like a slut…” he chuckled.

As his fingers started thrusting in and out, he made sure to always graze at that certain part inside your walls. Meanwhile, his tongue is now licking and sucking at your clit.

“Close… hah–! ‘M close… Endo– ah!” But just as you feel yourself hitting close to climax, he stopped and pulled his fingers out. His tongue licked the arousal clinging on the fingers.

“Why did you stop?!” Frustration welled in your voice. Glare aimed at Endo who easily parted your clenched legs away to his hips.

“Shhh… come one, sweetheart..” Endo spoke as he pulled his pants down, revealing his already hard cock. Precum leaking from the tip. Hunching down, his left hand grasped your left leg and lifted it to his shoulder. The other angled his cock to the entrance of your pussy.

“You can't be the only one having fun...” Stroking the length of it along your outer lips, he used your arousal to lube his cock. “So… let me have my fun as well, hm?” with that, he thrusts his entire length inside your cunt.

[kibblz-n-bitz]

Keep Watching.

Short drabble i wrote for @kingofthe-egirls and @bokutosbiceps

Summary: You and Ace play a "game" while watching a show.

Warnings: Fingering, Ace is a Tease, he's also a lil mean🤭

"Keep your eyes on the screen, babe." Ace's voice rumbles against your back, where his warm chest is pressed against you.

You squirm in his warm embrace as his hands trail all over your body. He chuckles, breath fanning against your ear as you arch into his hands. You want to turn your head into his neck so badly, but you knew you had to obey him, or there'd be dire consequences. You two had just started an hour long episode of some stupid show. If you could sit through the entire thing without cumming or looking away from the screen, Ace would reward you. Sounds easy, right?

Wrong.

Not even past the intro, and already Ace is kissing at your neck and shoulder while one of his hands plays with your nipple. You knew he was hellbent on getting you to lose. He loved teasing you. It turned him on to see you whine and squirm as you fought your orgasm, only to writhe in pleasure as it finally took over you. But you really wanted to win this time. You weren't going to give in so easily, you told yourself.

So here you were, leaned against him in your bed, facing the TV. Ace continued fondling your breasts, but decided to up the ante. He kissed you below the ear. You gasped and tipped your head back against his shoulder, still watching the television. You felt wetness pool between your legs.

"A-Ace..." You whine, frustrated at his lack of mercy.

"Hmm? Something wrong?" The boy hummed against you, his other hand now traveling further downward. He paused to draw slow circles against your navel. That fucking tease. Ace sucks a bruise into your shoulder before speaking again. "Want me to stop?"

"No..."

"Then keep watching."

With that, he dips his hand lower. His other hand gropes at each breast accordingly, alternating between tugging at your nipple and rolling it between his fingers. A chuckle vibrates through his chest as he brushes against your wet pussy through your panties.

"Already?" He applies pressure to your clit and you gasp, your hands fisting the bedsheets. "We aren't even 10 minutes in, babe."

"Shut up," You huff, legs kicking out a bit under Ace's ministrations. "You aren't... -mnhh-... playing fair."

"Oh, really?" Ace hums against your ear. He nips at it. "I think I'm being pretty fair."

His fingers tug harshly at your nipple as his other hand down on your clit through the fabric. You let out a moan, head thrown back onto Ace's shoulder. He laughs at you again. "This 'isn't fair.'"

"Oh! P-please, Ace, you c-haa... You can't!" You plead as you squirm in his arms.

"Then keep those eyes forward, baby." He nudges your head from where it's on his shoulder. "You don't want me stopping, do you?"

Cruel bastard.

Ace lets you watch a little further on into the episode before going further. Your eye twitches when you feel his hand that rubbing against you through fabric now push past the waistband of your panties. His fingers trail through your soaked lips and you whimper, clamping your legs shut around his hand.

"Ah ah ah," Ace chides you as his other hand reaches down to spread your legs again. He cooes at you, "Can't have that now, Darlin'"

His voice darkens as one hand prys you open, while the other dips into your folds. "You're supposed to take what I fucking give you."

Your pussy flutters, your breath quickens and you whine at his dominating words. Fuck, how many minutes were left? You blinked at the TV, mind cloudy. 28 minutes in, 32 to go. Your fists balled against the sheets, you clench your jaw momentarily. You could do this.

Ace had other plans. He knew you wanted to win, more than anything. He wasn't going to let you, but it was adorable to see you try. He had an idea.

His fingers stroked your pussy, never dipping in, occasionally circling your clit on the upstroke. When you'd try to push your hips into his fingers, trying to get him inside, he'd pull his hand away.

"Stay still." Ace rumbles into your ear. It's a warning, one you must obey. small whimpers and gasps escape you as your boyfriend continues teasing your pussy.

When he finally does dip into your pussy, you breathe a sigh of relief. His teasing was starting to drive you insane. You weren't sure if you would've lasted much longer if he'd kept it up. So the feeling of him sliding his middle finger into your pussy is much appreciated. He curls his finger and you moan, legs twitching. He his finger in and out of you for a while, teasing, he knows you want more. You check the time.

35 minutes. 25 to go.

Ace chuckles at your resolve, your determination to see this through. He adds another finger, this time moving at a bit of a quicker pace. You bite your lip. Shit. Ace laughs again, this time at the way you twitch when he curls his fingers just right. You whimper and grip at his forearm.

"A-Ace-"

His fingers speed up, and you're moaning and writhing in his arms, not sure whether to curl away from the pleasure or bask in it. His fingers reach deep. Wet sounds can be heard from where he's fingerfucking you, and you flush to your ears in embarrassment.

"Hear how wet ya are, gal?" Ace's fingers keep up their rough assault against your g spot. Your thighs tremble as you try to stave off your impending orgasm. "Such a good girl. You gonna be good f'me?"

Your hips buck as his fingers curl repeatdly against your bundle of nerves, nails digging into Ace's arm from where you hold him. Biting your lip, you nod. You want to be good. You want to make it through the episode. Your eye peeks open (you hadn't realized they shut) to check the time once more.

20 minutes left.

"Please, Ace..." You whine. Your other hand comes up to bury itself in the boy's hair from where he's got his chin hooked over your shoulder. Gently scratching his scalp, you try all the stops to try and get him to show some mercy.

"Please what, Y/N?"

"P-please... slow d-ah! Down..."

"Poor baby, what's wrong?" Ace cooes, lack of sympathy evident in his tone. "Ya gonna cum?"

"Ffgh- No... I j-just-"

"Then take it."

His other hand, that was holding your leg open, now reaches down to circle your clit. Electric pleasure shoots through your body. You're warm from the inside out, God you're not gonna make it.

"Ace!" You cry, hand fisted into his hair. Your hips twitch as your orgasm approaches. Trying to stop it now was futile. The boy laughs as you writhe in his arms.

"Shhh, I know baby, I know." He kisses your cheek. "Just let go, baby. Let go."

You feel the pleasure wash over you. The pounding of blood in your ears washes away any other noise, the TV or the challenge you were given far away from your mind. You roll your hips against Ace's hand, riding out your orgasm. Basking in all it's glory before the punishment you knew would come.

When you finally come down, Ace is lazily trailing his fingers through your pussy. You turn your head to face him and he looks back at you, shit-eating grin etched onto his face.

"You lost, Y/N."

[sarcasmo-mexicano]

Jonathon Ohnn x Reader, where he catches you touching yourself 🔞

Pre-Collider Jonathon Ohnn/The Spot, f!Reader, voyeurism, masturbation 

He's back home earlier than expected but didnt text or called you as to give you a surprise, its been a while since you two had a nice home-date.  

Jonathon tentatively calls your name but its only greeted with silence.  

"Honey?" Thats unusual, even if you were busy with something you would shout a "welcome home" from whatever room you are in. Not today it seems.  

Maybe you were out running some errands? Seems unlike it, you always left a note just in case, or text him that you will be out. Maybe you /did/ text him but he didnt hear it? Jonathon is about to take his phone to call you when he hears some shuffling from your shared bedroom.  

Oh, so you were home.  

He makes his way to your room, the door is half open and there is light pouring from the crack between it. He is about to open it when he hears you:  

"Johnny~"  

His whole body freezes, hand over the handle.  

"Mnhh- Johnny~"  

He holds his breath, cheeks flushing.  

Are you-  

Are you doing what he thinks you are doing?  

As to confirm his hypothesis, you let out a gasp followed by an unmistakable and rather breathless moan.  

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" He chants, excited, panicked. He swallows, his throat suddenly very dry.  

Carefully he leans forward, peaking through the crack of the door.  

Except for the shirt -his shirt!- that you are wearing, you lay completely naked on the bed.  

You have your legs spread open, two of your fingers rubbing lazy circles around your sex while you knead your breast with your hand.  

He feels his face hot, blood running to his groin, easiest and fastest boner he has ever have. He's so hard that his pants are feeling uncomfortable tight already.  

Not even on his wildest fantasies Jonathon thought he would be on this position, his mind is torn between the guilt and how horny he is feeling.  

He should stop watching, he needs to stop but...How could he just walk away? You are the most delicious sight, you obviously have just started by the looks of it but you already are feeling so good, he can tell.  

He pours one "im so sorry" after another as his hand quietly but surely grasps the bulge of his pants giving it a firm squeeze just at the same time /you/ give your tit a squeeze. You let out a moan as he bit his lip to not let out his own.  

Unware of being watched, you hold your breath as you push two -oh god two already- inside your wet cunt, curling them oh so good that you gasp, mouth full open as you lift your hips just to have them deeper inside.  

"Johnny-!" You call his name needely, imagining that the fingers pleasuring you are not yours but his. Long and thick fingers, that reach places your own cant. Oh God, you want him so bad. You could cum with his fingers alone. "Please-"  

Jonathon sighs, taking his cock out and giving it a few pumps. What is what you want? You are calling his name so sweetly, if you only knew he was there, ready and eager to give you anything and everything you would ever need.  

Your fingers go in and out of your pussy, making a delicious wet noise as you pinch your nipple, moaning at how good you are making yourself feel.  

In the privacy of your mind, you imagine him over you, making you feel small but so safe, he is so much bigger than you, fuck.  

You think of his hands all over your body, caressing you softly.  

You want his hot mouth on your clit, sucking it as he fingers you, all while he watches you with those big brown eyes of his.  

Oh, you would feel so damn good.  

You want him to make you scream in pleasure, making you climax over and over again on his toungue.  

"Please, Johnny-" You moan the rhytm of your fingers becoming faster, a familiar hot feeling pouring into your gut.  

"What do you want baby" Jonathan whispers, a hand working on his cock as the other digs into the door frame. "Oh, just tell me what you want"  

In your fantasy you can almost hear the same question, his voice low and hot that make you breathless.  

There's an inch inside you, begging not- SCREAMING to be taken care of.  

You bring the sleeve of his shirt to your nose, deeply breathing in the fading aroma of his cologne, submerging yourself even more into this little fantasy of yours as your fingers reach as far as they can. 

Its good but not enough, you want more, you /need/ more. 

"Fuck me Johnny!" You shout against your arm, nose filled with him. "Please fuck me!" 

"Fuuuuuck-" He cant take it anymore.

The door of the bedroom flies open, startling you so much that you even sit straigh in the bed. A flash of color moves from the corner of your eye and before you can call his name, Jonathon is all over you, panting. 

"Tell me" He says between kisses "What do you want? I will give you anything you want" You moan into the kiss, your head too foggy to think straight only  to feel his hands, his erection rutting against your belly. 

"Johnny?!" You manage to say after the initial shock "How long have you-"

He kiss you desperatly, his hands coming from your hips to you breast, fondle them, pinching your nipples. 

You sigh, arms going around him, your fingers digging into the curls of his hair. "Please-" You cry into his ear. "Fuck me"

He lets out a shaky moan, his hand trembling as he aligns himself against your cunt before ramming it inside. 

Barely letting you adjust as his size, he starts pounding you, thrusting so hard he pushes you up with each.

You scream in pleasure, digging your nails into the skin of his back.

"So-Ah! Tight!" Jonathon is breathless, focusing into filling you up. "You feel so good!"  You feel one of his hand sliding between your thighs, two fingers rubbing your clit.

"Johnny-!" You cry. 

You squirm at the touch, overstimulated.

The heat on your belly is reaching its limit, your body begging for realese. 

You dont need to tell him, he can feel you are close because your pussy is tightening around his cock, your legs wrap around his waist holding him for dear life.

"Cum" He whimpers against your neck, the pace of his thrusts becoming more and more erratic, he is close too. "Oh God, cum!" 

With a final push, you scream in pleasure, your body tensing and a moment later becoming undone. You call his name as you come until everything that comes from your lips are unintelligible sounds.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He curses, his ears picking the wet noises of your cunt as he pounds it, the little weak whimpers as you take his cock. "Im cumming! Im cumming!" His load comes hot and thick, even when your body is starting to feel limp, you still shiver at the feeling of being filled. 

Jonathon grunts, holding you impossible close, his knuckles white.

He feels how you squirt into his cock, probably soaking the bed, it arouses him even more, his climax coming closer and  closer. 

Jonathon keeps thrusting, a little more slower this time, as he keeps cumming; Exahusted, his body collapses into yours, pinning you down. 

You can feel yourself dozing off only opening your eyes when he speaks:

"Im sorry for peeping" He apologizes, nuzzling into your neck.

You chuckle, this dork you swear to god. You kiss the roof of his head, his messy hair tickling your nose. "Next time, just knock Johnny".

[beomiracles]

Professor Kang, pt2

A/N ─ I originally wasn't planning on making a pt.2 for this but due to a few requests I pulled through nonetheless (,,>﹏<,,) so hehe, I hope this was what you guys wished for !

pairing; taehyunxfemale!reader warnings; teacherxstudent relationship (not really established), degrading, reader is referred to as "doll", slight hair pulling if I squint, fingering, fucking and all the goodies, reader is above the age of 18 as this is a university!!

The unfinished graded tests flew across the table and landed in a pile on the floor as your chest pressed against the cold wooden desk of your professor. Gripping onto the edges of the desk you shiver as said professor runs a cold hand along your spine. Long slender fingers playing teasingly with the clip of your white lace bra, the one you'd worn just for him. You hold back a whimper as his hand moves to your chest, cupping one of your breasts and kneading it softly through the thin lace. 

His other hand runs along your bare thigh and you gulp in anticipation as he pushes your skirt up to reveal the matching white panties. Your professor scoffs, "You're fucking filthy," he presses two fingers against your clothed clit and you let out a soft moan. 

Hand leaving your breast as he pushes your head down against the desk, squishing your cheek against the dark wood. "I said, you're fucking filthy," he repeats, his voice is low just barely above a whisper but his words are clear. 

You nod as you try and push yourself onto his hand, longing to be touched. "Y-yes," whimpering as your thighs clench around his hand. Long fingers cage your head as they tangle in your hair, yanking at the strands harshly he tilts your head upward, "Say it," he demands as the fingers on your clit start rubbing you slowly. 

"I-I am, I'm f-filthy...ah, s-so fucking filthy," you desperately stumble over your words as your eyes threaten to close. Seemingly pleased with your answer he lets your head rest against his desk again as he pushes your drenched lace panties aside and easily slides two fingers inside of you. 

Soft and high pitched moans escape you as your legs tremble under his touch. His other hand leaves you hair as it travels across your bare back. Cold fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps on your soft skin. "Look at you," he murmurs softly "getting all dolled up for your professor," thumb dragging across the white lace of your bra. 

You whimper and nod at his words, delicate hands grasping at the table for support. Lost in your desire you can still make out the sound of him unzipping his trousers. "How bad do you want this, doll?" pushing the tip of his cock against your folds. "How bad do you need your professors cock?" 

Grinding back against his tip earning a soft hiss from him, you moan, "s-so bad, ah...need it so bad, p-professor.." Slender fingers come back up to close around your throat as he keeps you in place while he slides his tip inside of you. 

Moaning in ecstasy as small whimpers and "thank you's" leave your lips. Your professor's hands tighten around your neck, "beg for the rest of me." Your eyes widen as you desperately try to push him deeper, "mnhh, please- ah," you sob, "please I, I need your cock t-to fill me up, please, please," you whine. 

"You're fucking pathetic," he grunts as he sinks his cock deep into you, grinding up against your cervix. You moan and nod too overwhelmed by the sensation of all of him inside you, stretching you and filling you up like nothing else. "Can't even raise your hand and speak in class yet here you are," he thrusts harshly inside of you making you let out a small yelp, "begging for your professors cock without any shame." 

You cry out in pleasure when his fingers come up to circle your clit. "Fucking whore, do you make yourself pretty for all your other professors too hm?" Shaking your head as tears well up in your eyes from the intense pleasure, "answer me," he grunts as he quickens his pace. Just as you're about to answer you're pulled away from your fantasies as your alarm rings. 

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Sighing you sit up and rub your eyes, the ache between your legs and your drenched panties gave away the dream you'd been having. Blushing you sigh and let your mind wander back to where it had been just a moment earlier. 

After pondering over the matter for a moment you decide to write your dream down, grabbing your pink diary you grab a pencil and flip the book open. Turning past the already written pages, filled with your dirty fantasies about your physics professor. Fantasies which you would never utter out loud. 

Biting your lip you begin to write, as you recall your dream your stomach flutters at the thought of even daring to wear something like that for him. Though a small part of you can't help but wonder what would actually happened if he found out. Remembering his last words before the weekend made your heart skip a beat and for a moment a small moment you wondered if maybe, maybe he felt the same? 

Quickly shaking the thought of you got up to take a shower and prepare for the day. As you were picking out your clothes your eyes landed on a matching white underwear set much like the one from your dream. You had bought it a while back but had always been hesitant to actually use it. However the longer your gaze lingered the more convincing the set seemed, it wasn't like anyone was going to see it, especially not you professor. You told yourself that you were only wearing it for yourself as you slipped into the lace panties and clipped up the bra. 

You usually did your high ponytails because you knew that your professor liked them. But today, today felt different somehow. So after spending almost thirty minutes trying to get the braid to look somewhat decent you finished it off with a white bow, though of course no one else would know it matched the underwear you were currently wearing. 

Pink eyeshadow and pink blush, it had always been your go to but today you finished it off with a sparkly lipgloss as well. With a determined spirit you made your way to class. You had made sure to be early hoping to spend some time alone with your professor.

However the second you pushed the large doors to the classroom open you suddenly felt your confidence falter. Your professor was sitting at his desk even though class had yet to start for another twenty minutes, you had been prepared for that. What you hadn't been prepared for was how utterly sexy he would look. Shaking your head you thought that your dream must've been messing with you and you quietly made your way to your usual desk, the one closest to his. 

When you approached your desk your professor glanced up at you. Blushing you met his gaze for a brief second, as you looked down you felt his gaze lingering. If he was surprised by your unusual style of clothes and hair his expression certainly didn't mirror it. 

Clearing your throat nervously you gave him a quiet "good morning" as you placed your bag on the desk. Thinking of doing som revising before class started you opened your bag only for its contents to spill out on the floor in front of your desk. Your professor glanced up at the sound and you hurriedly apologised as you kneeled down to pick up your books and papers. You felt your cheeks burn from embarrassment as your scrambled for your papers when your professor's hand suddenly grazed yours.

Snapping your head up to be met by his gaze you felt your mouth fall open. His cold gaze met yours for a moment, "Here let me help you," he said as he handed you one of your books. Thanking him as he silently gave you the rest of your books before he stood up and walked back to his desk. 

The remaining time before class was spent in silence as you quietly revised for an upcoming exam. However during class you found that your professor didn't look at you even once. You felt your heart plummeting as you thought maybe he'd been repulsed by the way you'd dressed today, your makeup and the way you'd done your hair. And to make things worse by the end of the lesson he'd asked you to stay behind after class. 

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As the other students packed their things and chatted with each other you felt as if your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Nervously you gathered your books and propped them into your bag as you remained seated at your desk while the classroom slowly emptied out. 

When the doors finally closed the room fell completely silent, your professor who had previously had his attention directed toward his papers finally looked up at you. "Miss Y/l/n?" his voice was stern and you flinched when he called on you. "Why don't you come over here," he beckons you over with one of those delicate fingers that had been occupying your dreams. 

Gulping you slowly make your way over to his desk and stand in front of it. Holding your breath as you look down at your feet. This is it, you think. This is where he tells me off, where he tells me how repulsed he is by me and how he's going to make me drop his class. 

However nothing could've prepared you of how much worse it was going to be. Your professor reached down to open one of the desk's drawers and swiftly pulled out a pink book. As he placed it on the table and pushed to toward you he spoke, his tone indifferent, "do you mind telling me what this is?" 

Your eyes widen as he presents your diary in front of you. Shaking your head in disbelief as you take a step back. You never brought it to school, never. Yet it must've somehow ended up in your bag today, but that didn't explain how he got hold of it...Unless, when you dropped your bag before class. 

As realisation dawned on you you took another step back as you began apologising. "I'm so so so sorry, please, it's not what you think," you feel your throat closing up as tears fill your eyes. "You can't k-kick me out of this class p-please," you ramble as tears begin streaming down your face. 

Your professor's words cut you off, "I imagine his fingers running down my spine gently as he whispers into my ear.." your professor raises a questioning eyebrow at you as he reads out of your diary. Shame fills your every core as you look down at your feet praying the floor to open up and swallow you whole. 

"Miss Y/l/n, do you really consider this to be appropriate thoughts about your professor?", you feel his stare on you but you can't look up, frozen in place you shake your head, "no sir..." 

He's quiet for a moment and you're certain he can hear your heart beating out of your chest, "come here." Your eyes snap up, wide with surprise, not knowing what to expect you nervously made your way around his desk so that you were stood in front of him where he was sitting in his chair. Keeping his eyes on you he tapped his left leg lightly and your heart almost imploded when you realised what he meant. Carefully you sat down on his lap, half straddling him as your arms awkwardly stayed by your sides. 

His fingers gently brush a strand of hair that had came loose from the braid out of your face and you bite your lip nervously. Your professor sighs, "I thought I told you not to do that," his thumb pulls your bottom lip free from the grasp of your teeth.

"I thought you would be smarter than to bring such a book to school," his gaze travels from your eyes, to your lips, to your hair. He plays with the white bow you had attached to the end of your braid, "you look very pretty today," his words make your face flush and the pink blush you applied certainly wasn't helping you. 

His hand travels back up to your face as he gently wipes the tears from your cheeks. "A pretty little thing like you, shouldn't cry like this," your eyes shift up to meet his uncertain of what he means by his actions. Had you read him so wrongly? 

He leans forward as his hands run down your spine, his breath fanning your ear when he speaks, "and a pretty little thing like you should definitely not have such thoughts about her professor." His hand rests at the small of your back as he leans back in his chair, his other hand caresses your thigh gently. "Is that why you're so dolled up today, for your professor? For me?" his voice is softer now, and you let out a shaky breath, "yes..." 

He hums as the hand on your thigh moves back to your hair and grabs hold of the white bow keeping your braid together, gently he pulls it out and lets your hair fall free from the braid. "You're one of my best students," his voice is low as his gaze wanders all over your body. "Whatever you want, all you had to do was ask, you're smart enough to know that." 

You shake your head as you look down, unable to form coherent sentences. "No?" his hand runs through your hair in gentle motions causing you to shiver, "you're saying you're not smart enough? that you're just a dumb doll? eyes desperately wandering over her professor every opportunity she gets," his words make your core ache and you resist the urge to squeeze your thighs together. 

The hand on your lower back moves across your chest to unbutton the top of your shirt, pausing he glances up at you, you wrap your arms against his neck silently urging him to continue. As he unbuttons your shirt you feel your stomach flutter in anticipation. 

Closing your eyes as you feel your professors fingers trace the outline of your lace bra, "covering yourself up in whites to present yourself as innocent," his thumb gently rubs over your clothed nipple and you whimper softly. "When I know exactly how dirty your thoughts are," his other hand finds its way under your skirt and your breath catches in your throat. He looks up at you when his fingers come in contact with your lace panties, "did you wear this for me, doll?" Nodding nervously as your gaze meets his, a smirk paints his face.

His thumb presses against your clit through the lace and you let out a soft moan as your eyes flutter closed. Fingers moving in slow and gentle circles as you buck your hips against his hand. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hide your face in the crook of his neck.

Whimpering and squeezing your thighs around his hand as you desperately chase for his fingers, aching for them to do more.  And as if reading your mind he effortlessly moves your panties out of the way with two fingers, and just like in your dream he slipped them in with little to no struggle. You let out a soft gasp as his long slender fingers curl up inside of you, brushing against your most sensitive areas. Thumb still on your clit your professor has you completely at his mercy with the simple touch of one of his hands. 

His free hand brushes your hair back as he pulls your face from his neck to have you lock eyes with him. "Tell me, do you dress up like this for your other professors, doll?" You shake your head as your lips part, "o-only, only you sir," you moan as you grind helplessly against his fingers. Your professor doesn't answer as his hand moves from your hair to rest at the back of your neck. 

Your previous tears had made streaks in your makeup, your lipstick was smudged and your braid undone. "What will the others think when they see you like this, all ruined," he tsks, "what will you tell them?" Unable to reply you moan breathlessly as you feel that familiar feeling in the pits of your stomach. You longed to kiss him but your professor's grip on your neck was far too strong for you to even move a centimetre in his direction. 

Gripping his shoulders in a way that was sure to leave marks even through his shirt you let out a whimper as your orgasm washed over you. Your professor kept his fingers at his ever slow pace as they brushed against your g-spot, his thumb on your clit making you feel ever so overstimulated. His eyes however were fixated on you, the expressions you made when you came, the effect he had on you.

"Now you look just as dirty as you are," he retracts his fingers and slides your damp panties back in place. Still coming down from your high his words barely register as you look at him with hazy eyes. His hand leaves your neck and wipes away your smudged lipstick as he leans back to study his work. Unsure of how to proceed you straighten your back slightly your legs trembling from your orgasm.

When your professor speaks again his voice is back to his normal one, the one he uses in class, "you've got English in ten minutes, doll," he glances at the clock on the wall next to you, "you should get going." 

Taking a deep breath you shakily stand up from his lap and wipe your cheeks, reaching for your diary but your professor is faster. "This," he holds up the diary in front of you, "is confiscated material, I'll be holding on to it until the end of the day."

You blink dumbfoundedly at him before nodding. Grabbing your bag you head for the door, stopping by the entrance you glance back at your professor. You give him a small wave and he smirks as he shakes his head, "I'll...I'll see you after school then?" you say, seeking confirmation. Your professor gives you a small nod, "after school, doll." 

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[pumpkinbirth]

A girl giving birth in her boyfriends lap but they're chest to chest and shes sitting not kneeling or squatting "There you go, like that, I feel that head slipping out" her boyfriend would said feeling it press into his lap, but because of how they are the head can't slip out anymore then a full crown, and the boyfriend knows this "Just push honey, it'll come" he says lovingly knowing damn well unless he pushes her away a little that head won't move anymore.

"You're doing so well, baby, that's it..." he cooed into your ear, running a hand down your back.

You'd been like this for hours now, clinging desperately to your boyfriend as your body was wracked with labor. This latest contraction was the worst so far, and your legs trembled around his waist as you writhed in his lap, your taut belly pressed against him.

"F-fuck...!" you whimpered. Even though this was what both of you wanted, you couldn't help groaning and blushing with embarrassment as you felt your water break, thoroughly soaking the both of you. He didn't mind one bit, in fact holding you closer.

"There you go, you're almost there..." His words helped to put you at ease, and you held onto that as you moaned and pushed with the next contraction. You stayed like that for awhile longer, focusing on how he stroked your back, your sides, your belly, focusing on his words of encouragement as you gradually felt the baby's head beginning to emerge. That is, until your progress halted.

"M-mnhh, I can't...i-it feels stuck..."

"Shhh, you're doing just fine, promise. Just keep pushing, baby, it's nearly there..." Unbeknownst to you your boyfriend knew exactly what he was doing. Really, you ought to have repositioned some time ago, but watching and feeling you giving birth into his lap was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced.

No harm in drawing it out a little longer.

[msxrik]

. . ."Ill give you a real lesson". . .

☾ Content- /oral, dom!male!reader, slutshaming, virgin/subby!Idia, overstimulation, orgasm denial, fingering,/dubcon

☾ Pairing- Idia x Male/afab/reader. (the reader is from savanaclaw cuz jock x loser is the best and yeah the reader has ears and a tail. And idia has makeup on idk if his lips r blue naturally but)

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Idia was nowhere to be seen for the last... days, weeks even. You started to worry about him as you two grew a little closer after ditching P.E once a week, he hates sports and you're just lazy. Now that you think about it, you haven't seen him since Crowley decided to add sex-ed classes, and during the first class you caught him staring. not that you mind....

You decided to go to his dorm later that day knocking on his door

"On god Ortho i told you im fine! and yees im doing ALL my work, im not playing games non stop!!"

yeah yeah of course... after a short while you entered the room as quiet as you could hoping you could scare him... oh my god it smelled awfull in there, and you know exactly what smells like that, god damnit he was jerking off for the last week, and he didnt even bother to throw away most of the used tissues. and you were so worried???

"c'mon nerd we're going to my place" you slurred out as he turned around fucking petrified.

"how did you-"

"your fucking deaf you know that? come on it smells disgusting in here..." a single drop of sweat ran down his face, he got so nervous as he got up and followed you to savanaclaw, he was hiding behid you the whole walk, when you finally reached your room it was getting dark outside. He sat down on your bed playing with his fingers mumbling something to himself.

"sooo why did you bring me here....?" he asked nervously looking everywhere but at you.

"remember that sex ed lesson last week? the one you were staring at me for the 45 minutes we sat there?''

"yeah.. no! i mean no. i wasnt lookingat you i was-"

"you were what? maybe you were thinking about me fucking you?"

idia officialy lost it he looked like he was about to pass out. As he was looking at the floor boards you got on the bed and sat right behind him leaning your face on his shoulder, he jumped slightly as you whispered to his ear.

"what? i mean you missed one lesson so maybe ill tutor you? so you dont get behind??"

"o-oh god, n-no im fine, really- m-mnhh~.." he yelped as you gently brushed your fingers across his hardening cock,

"oh come on, how old are ya' its pathetic you know, you never touched anybody beside yourself.... ill take good care of you~"

after a short moment of silence he nodded his head, still too flustered to say anything. as you sat him down between your legs undoing your belt.

"go ahead, use that knowledge from your pathetic little novels"

For some reason your words only aroused him more, he moved closer to you, his shaky hands lowered your boxers and you hummed gently when your lenght rested on his face, the pure shock on his face only made it better.

"What. Never seen a dick before? Or is it to big."

"t-thers no way thats gonna fit- it won- M-Mnh...~" he moaned as you slipped your tip past his lips

"come on open up that pretty mouth of yours"

He eventually did hiding his pride in his pocket bobbing his head gagging slightly when you hit the back of his throat, blue lipstick allover your lenght

"Fuuck your so bad at this" you tangled your hands into his hair as it turned that pretty pink color.

"are you getting off on this? God you really are a loser. A perverted one too"

You pressed the tip of your shoe on his crotch earning a loud yelp from him as you giggled at his reaction. You held his head in place as you fucked his throat

"fuck gonna cum...~" you pulled out pumping your lenght over his face, as he opened his mouth so you can avoid making a mess

"thats a good boy~"

"W-wha- Y-Y/n.. owhh~ t-this is.. Humiliating g-god."

He licks you lets say "clean" after you finish avoiding eye contact at all cost. You pulled him in bending him over on your knee sliding two of your fingers covered in all the cum he missed knuckles deep inside him as he whined

"you are feeling good tho? I can feel your dick twitch against my leg, never knew you were such a slut.."

He cried out in response, making a mess allover your black sweatpants

"c-cumming..F-fuuuck... Mnh Y-y/n im-"

"did you just come over my fingers? Or was it the degradation? God 'ya really are a pervert"

You flipped him over making him face the pillows sticking his ass out

"c'mon beg for me Shroud."

His hair turned another shade of pink as you sat back looking at him waiting for his cute little stutters and his begging.

"do i h-have to..? Cant you j-just do it.."

"You earn it or im leaving you like that"

"who's the pervert here...." He sighed out as he spread his ass before you

" h-hmph.... p-please Y-y/n... 'need you so badly. " He bearly hiccked up that out all flustered

"well that will do it. Thats a good little boyy~"

You said walking up to him slamming your hips against his. He was so sensitive to your touch tears running up his face

"i-i hoped mnh.. i would t-top you y-ya know.. but this feels g-good mmhm.. k-keep going please..." He was fucked dumb saying such things wich you knew you will tease him about later.

"fuck. G-gonna cum.." he moaned out

"me too.. fuck you got so tight..."

Your pace got so sloppy you didnt even pull out cumming deep inside him.

"F-fuuck... Y-y/n u-ugh...

After you catched your breath you lay down next to him.

"what are you looking so cocky for?" He asks slamming a pillow in your face

"Pftt-Haha sorry sorry... Should i help you ot to the toilet-"

"N O." he almost screamed when you said that he was already embaressed as it was..

"hate you" he said in a loving voice

"love ya too little flame"

[kittenmittenmeowchu]

Don't sleep mad

―✧˖° Comfort, fluff, cuddling and sleeping

―✧˖° No smut. Kafka is oc.. probably?? idkkk pls don't think of me as weird..

―✧˖° Just for fun..

Its been hours since kafka left, you wonder when she's coming back but right as you thought of that you hear the entrance door open and close. You hide under the sheets from the cold, waiting for her.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

Moonlight veiled throughout the room, giving a soft dim effect to the humble abode. Mirrors and metalics shone against the veiling glow, cushions showing it’s colors with the tint of blue-ish bloom and wooden legs of heavy funiture continued to stand without fail to it’s purpose.

The door creaks open without warning , letting another light unvail to the peaceful room. Stood to the door frame, Kafka walks in. she Leans against the door, clacking as it closed.

The blankets on the bed shuffles when you peek out to see Kafka and you notice, Her hand holds a half empty glass with wine and the other on the knob, you heard a little click of her locking the door.

Kafka's head turns staring at yours, whilst paving her way to the side of the bed. The wine lifted , she took the a sip before the glass glowed from the moonlight.

Lowering the glowing glass, Kafka ruffles your hair, her other hand bringing weight to the bed, she lifts the rest and joined you under the sheets.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

She pressed your wrists together, placed above your head, her nose an inching from yours.

Her lips bend to a playful smirk eyeing down on your poutful expression.

"oh come on, don't look at me like that, it's not like I knew it was there.."

Brows furrow and eyes narrow, but you let it go when she pressed a thumb to where your frown crinkled. Originally, she planned to continue where you two left off, but with your mood like that, how could she?

So she ends up making another solution.

"I'll only use your lips. I won't do more mkay?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

There were gentle heaves on blankets in sync to the sound of slow breathing ,the cusion beneath having heavy weight to where warmth laid. strands of hair lightly shift to share scent with the skin brushing through, it's nails trail the scalp with gentle care.

"Mnhh... "

A bruised pair of lips—yours pecked the neck of their companion,ere digging your face to it like a nuzzle. In response Her arm tightens around your head, just enough to tug you closer and just enough to prevail any hint of discomfort away, revealing only your opposites, so you tighten your arms around on her just like how she did.

Senses endeavored only to be clamped down in a groggy comfort, your eyelids, heavy. feeling the brush of fingertips to your forehead before enveloped by a fleeting kiss.

"Sleep with me tonight will you? I don't want you to stay mad for earlier.."

coming from your companion, her words almost slurred to purrs, the voice fitting a dept to it as she spoke.

With a little bit of thought you sigh and oblige, letting go of the weight and murmuring an incoherent "I love you", though she somehow understood, replying with a hum and a hushed whisper.

"I love you too"

Symphonies of devotion, all it was, a mutter the three words, I love you, and it could fill one's core with tranquility, leaving all other heavy feelings behind.

The soothing rythym of your heartbeat and breathing crooked a smile out of your companion, her fingers continue to interwine with your soft hair, humming a melody of her own, perhaps one of her self composed songs.. No matter, every song she hums brings ease to your snoozing form.

With a little more of cuddling she followed you to dreamland..

[amyriadfthings]

Talked about it last night and had to isolate the clip bc I LOVE how affected Alfred is, seeing Henry photographed with another man. He can´t even get the words out, stumbling specifically over "this man" and needing that second attempt when it sounds more like " anths mnhh" 💞

[omomancer]

hmmmm i think u should hold it longer…. you probably look so silly squirming around, u should do it longer

mnhh ohh okayyy,, i am squirming a lot ive really gotta pee i cant help it,,, im rubbing my thighs together and crossing my legs

[rykno-j]

I don’t know if you take requests but!

Kento Nanami+cold= lots and lots of sneezing

hii anon :> it's currently 1.30am let's see if i can cook a little smth up

"..Hih' NgT hh' eshh-w!"

Nanami stumbles into a classroom, praying that no one would walk by for the next few minutes.

Despite his best efforts - drinking lots of water, staying away from crowded areas, taking extra vitamin C, it had eventually caught up to him. Not that he thought he could run from it any longer.

He leans against the thin wall after sliding the door shut. Bringing a stray hand up to cover the bottom half of his face, Nanami swears that he could feel his nose twitch under his palm. He guesses it won't be long before-

"Hih'ghTchh!! hAH'tchhw!! hh'.. snff! hH'!! mnhh.. hiH' hA' DTt-ssh!!"

Nanami sighs, not lowering his arm for one of two reasons. Firstly, he had ran through packets of tissues by the time lunch rolled around, and secondly-

"he'H- TchH! h'dtchh!!! hIH'zZsh-iw!!" ..He still needed to sneeze.

It takes all of his self control not to slump down against the wall. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Nanami closes his fist, letting it rest by his side. The moisture wrapped around his fingers was too much to think about right now.

Not when.. fuck- He swears the dust present in the classroom played a huge role in teasing the coming fit out of him.

Nanami reflexively brings an index up to his nose, pressing down on it firmly as he struggles to silent the oncoming fit.

"hih'nHgt! h'nght! 'gtch! t'ch, t'ch!!"

His eyes were tearing at this point, and Nanami had to carefully remove his protective glasses into his pocket. His fringe hung low over his eyes, having been tossed out of their usual style after waves of him snapping forward at the waist violently, courtesy of the cold.

He sighs, sniffling softly against the back of his wrist. No doubt the rims of his nose were tinted pink by now.

"So, are you going to say something? Or are you going to just stand there and enjoy my misery?" Nanami turns to the side slightly, glancing out of the window from the side of his eyes.

"Oh Nanamin! Whatever do you take me for?" Said intruder steps out from within the shadows. "I was simply waiting my turn! Those sneezes sure seemed to occupy most of your attention."

"How considerate.. even for you, Gojo-san. What are you doing here anyway?"

"Here!" Gojo lifts a plastic bag into the air, dangling it in the air for a while as he dramatically pointed at it. "Shoko asked me to pass these to you." He takes a box out of the bag.

"Masks."

"Yep! She said it was a precaution, given this little virus making its way through the school." Gojo smiles brightly, removing a single piece before thrusting it in Nanami's direction. "Though, I guess you don't really need it now, do you?"

Nanami sighs loudly, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance as he steps out towards the other's outstretched arm.

"That's a lot of nerve. Especially coming from patient zero himself."

- end -

its 2am rn, goodnight :)

[angelicribbons]

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