#please take this i cant look at it anymore

[bunnyywritings]

i wrote this up while taking a break from writing for my birthday event...so uh yeah, here's a yuta x reader x maki smut drabble, i might make this a full one-shot or smth later on

warnings: basically porn with no plot, threesome with maki and yuta inspired by this one vid, fem!reader

SMUT UNDERNEATH THE CUT - LINK CONTAINS AN 18+ VID - MDNI !!

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When Maki had suggested that you come over after a night out…this wasn’t what you had expected. 

“Hah…oh my god! Fuck…I c-can’t, I can’t take anymore-” 

You were cut off when she brought her lips to yours, swallowing all your moans. 

“You can take it, be a good girl for us.” Yuta huffed, eyes dazed as he watched his cock disappear into your sloppy cunt, strings of his previous release making you extra slick. The way you were laying on your side with your leg over her hips gave him the perfect view. 

They had made you cum so many times that you lost count. Your whole body was throbbing with overstimulation. 

Yuta’s pace was steady, the rhythmic in and out allowed you to feel the ridge of the thick vein that ran on the underside of his shaft and the way his bulbous tip abused your sweet spot. That, paired with Maki’s lips hungrily scouring your neck, you didn’t stand a chance. 

“M’gonna cum, m’gonna cum…I’m-” You squeaked out a sob as he pulled out completely. “Y-Yuta!” 

“Sorry, sweet girl.” He smiled with deceptive innocence. Gripping the leg draped over Maki and spreading you open, putting your puffy and weeping pussy on display. The cold of the room was a small reprieve from his molten body heat. 

Maki reached in between your legs and spread your lips open. “Isn’t she so pretty, Yu? Look at her.” They both watched as you clenched around nothing, hips rutting the slightest bit, attempting to get any friction to relieve the ache of your ruined orgasm. “Said she couldn’t take anymore but I think she was lying to us…she’s desperate for you to keep fucking her.” She hummed in amusement, removing her hands before bringing one down to land a firm smack against your clit. 

“M-Maki!” 

She smirked. “Yeah, baby?” Gently kissing the shell of your ear. “What d’you want? Hmm? Use your big girl words.” Her condescending tone and another smack had your head reeling. 

“More, please! Want more!” 

“Well, you heard her Yuta. She wants more.” 

He smirked softly, tapping his cock against your slit. “Since she asked so nicely.” His heavy length rested against you as he canted his hips forward a few times, enjoying the feeling of your soft pussy against his length, relishing in the small mewls that left your bitten lips before finally lining himself up and pushing past your entrance. 

“S-shit…” He muttered, stopping halfway to catch his breath. 

Maki settled beside you, leaning down to wrap her lips around your raised nipple and groping the other with her hand. As she suckled your supple skin, Yuta pushed all the way in. “Oh my-” Your eyes shut and your head fell back in pure ecstasy. 

“Fuck Maki…baby, she’s squeezing me so tight.” He pulled out until just his tip was wrapped in your warmth, “She feels amazing. Sucha sweet…cunt.” He pushed himself back into you, your pussy squelching obscenely as he started a new pace. 

Maki pulled off of you with a wet pop! watching Yuta lose himself in your heated core. “Yeah? She feel good?” 

“So good!” He groaned, eyes becoming darker as Maki licked her fingers and reached down between you once more. Her lithe fingers swiftly rubbing your slick bud, the overwhelming sensation making your clench around Yuta. Arousal gushing from you as he whimpered at the feeling of you milking him for all he’s worth. 

Your mind felt like it was melting, incoherent babbles leaving your lips as Yuta’s pace quickened. “Does that feel good, honey?” Maki continued her assault on your clit, your legs trembling with fatigue and pleasure. 

“Feels good, so good…” You turned to look at her, a delicious, heavenly sight with your teary eyes. It made her own pussy throb, arousal rushing to her core. 

“C’mere.” She muttered, pride surging as you basically threw yourself forward to meet her lips hungrily. It was sloppy and uncoordinated but she couldn’t blame you. She had spent many a night, right where you are. Bouncing herself silly on Yuta’s dick until she was a drooling, babbling mess. 

“Ah…shit-” Yuta’s hips stilled against yours, grinding into you as he released sticky ropes of his cum deep into you. 

You were close but- 

Before you could even finish your thought, Yuta pulled out and dropped to his knees, burying his face into your oozing cunt. “Ah! Yu-!” Your legs trembled violently, thighs closing around his head as you grinded up into his face. 

Tears trailed down your cheeks as you whined and whimpered, your mind completely gone. 

Once you rode out your mind numbing release, Maki spread your legs gently. Allowing Yuta to pull away, watching as both your releases trickled down your skin. 

You laid back against the couch with the entirety of your weight with a scoffed laugh, disbelief filling your body. “Oh man…I can’t believe-” You stopped when Maki kneeled on the couch, lifting her leg and slotting her slick core against yours. “W-Wait, wait, Maki- fuck!” 

Yuta sat on the other sofa, slowly stroking his still erect cock as he watched his girlfriend grind against you, the wet noises of both of your slick pussies sending exhilaration through his veins.

Your incoherent cries mixed with sobbed moans. 

“God, Yu…you weren’t lying. She feels fucking amazing.” 

[broresteia]

exploring canaan house

[plulp]

MORE HAPRER PLEATHE HES SO FINE

youve asked this at such a good time because i had just had a harper design explanation idea and i wasnt sure if i should make it or not:

[banjomelodies]

Aw MAN tiktok mischaracterizes Scaramouche so much. Specifically as Wanderer (I sometimes see it with Scaramouche too).

(TW as I do mention abusive topics)

I've genuinely seen people go full force on the "oh, Wanderer would bully my whole team. Wanderer would be so mean! Wanderer—" and it's just. NO? Wanderer is a significantly mellowed out Scaramouche. If anything he wouldn't entirely give a damn about anyone he works with as long as they aren't ridiculously insufferable or take personal offense to what he calls brutal honesty. Instead of him literally physically harming or abusing the people who annoy him (like he would as the Balladeer), he just says a snarky comment. Like, I'm sorry, I don't think he's going to beat up your Freminet, or Mika.

Scaramouche is the type who would snap on one of them, especially since as the Balladeer, he saw little to no worth in humans (i mean come on, he turned on his two fatui agents in an instant when they said one thing that angered him. He was also implied a lot of the time to be an insufferable Harbinger). Wanderer is not the same. Wanderer probably still has a deep-rooted disdain, yes, it'd be hard to fully overcome something he believed in for so many decades, but he's well past taking his frustrations out on other people like that. He's literally trying to AMEND the horrific actions he's done. He wouldn't add more to it. Not to mention, he likely has a promise made to Nahida, who was willing to help him, to try his best to grow and change as a person, even if he doesn't think he can.

Now talking about Scaramouche in general, people amp up Scaramouches more toxic traits by twenty notches. Scaramouche is a toxic person. I will fully admit that. When I consider how lower Fatui agents act around him, he's definitely an awful person. But on the same hand, I don't think he'd be the sort who'd be abusive in romantic encounters. You're telling me, this man who was desperate for love and admiration and acceptance, would be beating and killing anyone who even dates him? Personally, I don't think so. I feel like he'd unintentionally be a bad partner. Perhaps saying things he shouldn't, or being distant, as he hasn't experienced anything positive or real since he was the Kabukimono. The Harbingers are all fake to eachother, so it's not like he's really used to having to be fully himself with another person. But I don't think he'd beat or maim his partners.

Maybe I'm blinded by my adoration for this character, but, I just don't get how some people look at him and go "Yeah that man would absolutely BEAT that traumatized teenager standing next to him for breathing the wrong way."

[opikiquu]

aventurine pl. Plea s e . PLLEEEEEEASE

[dol-dee]

Lazy scribbling quiets through the early morning of the library. The light still muted and sleepy. Books lining the shelves. Everything blissfully calm.

Dee yawns, leans heavily on the library counter and continues to chip away at the last of her homework. 

Impeded only by the heady moans, pathetic gasps and friction against her back as Sydney grinds into Dee's ass. Greedy for the stimulation it provides. Lost in the pleasure of her frantic humping.

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When Dee met Sydney for the first time she hadn’t been particularly interested in the girl.

Had felt a somewhat lukewarm, detached sort of neutrality towards her. 

Only a step above most other people, in her mind, because Sydney was polite, nice enough to talk to (despite the religious bullshit) and didn’t grope or assault her. As everyone else in this shithole of a town liked to do.

Unfortunately those feelings of neutrality were quickly replaced with something else, once Dee got to know the reserved blonde a bit more.

Not only was Sirris her parent; kind, patient Sirris who taught science and was laid back enough that even the rowdiest delinquents begrudgingly tolerated them. But it also meant that most people, or students - not to mention, Whitney and Headmaster Leighton -  didn’t fuck with her. 

Or- At least not to the extent that they like to do with her.

It also became apparent that Sydney actually was as innocent and chaste as she behaved. Like the churches fucking holy figure incarnate. Oblivious towards any of the advances and comments made towards her. Unblemished to a degree she could never hope to be. Not in her circumstances. In short, it meant she was treasured.

“Treasured”. 

A word, so unattainable, Dee could only hungrily salivate over the thought of it. 

Jealousy simmering in her chest, as she shivered in her shitty, orphanage issued bed. As she choked down the cheap, bland food the orphanage provided. 

As she had to steal, fight and whore herself out to stay afloat. As she had to waste more money on bandages, than necessities, green and blue as she was from another run in with would be rapists, kidnappers, bullies and so on. At this point they all started to blend together. 

As another week's pay disappeared into Bailey's bottomless pockets. Another week of freedom, for now at least. An incessant cycle.

Yes. Dees' feelings of neutrality had quickly soured into resentment, for someone who wasn’t even aware of how good they had it.

So the next few times they had crossed paths, Dee had been curt, snappy, maybe even a little cruel; stealing one of the books, knowing Sydney would be the one getting in trouble for it. Despite her best attempts to not let her jealousy boil over.

It had left the Librarian visibly confused and uncertain but annoyingly polite despite it all. 

For the sake of her own sanity, morals as well as a Detention free life, Dee had taken to avoiding Sydney altogether and that had almost been the end of things. 

Until an Idea started to creep in. A gross, sickly little thing that would make her no better than the rest of the fucks in this town. 

But the thought didn't leave her, slowly grew with each passing day instead; like mold or.. lichen she supposed.

She wanted to ruin Sydney. Wanted to drag her down to her level, in the only way she knew. . .

Which is how we find ourselves back in the present. Sydney fervently, desperately dry-humping Dee's ass. Her surprisingly massive girlcock soaking precum into both of their skirts. 

Dee couldn’t even lie to herself; just thinking about Sydney’s pretty, meaty cock had her salivating. Who would've thought someone so cute could hide something so massive under their skirt?

But right now was not the time for that, she had her homework to finish.

Besides- hearing Sydney’s whorish, unabashed moans as the blondes whole body pressed into her back, hands desperately groping and pawing her tits and waist and her cock grinding into her with an almost religious fervor - was exactly the kind of ego boost she needed right now.

[poomphuripan]

New stills from Q26 of iQIYI and YYDS’s My Stand-In (2024), dir. Pepzi Banchorn Vorasataree & Khom Kongkiat Khomsiri

[parasitic-saint]

wasting a whole week by sleeping is making me want to cry

[toastsnaffler]

sorry for being such a hater but fr would it fucking kill the hades devs to make their buff women ACTUALLY beefy. what are we doing to our beautiful queens 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[ouchhq]

i think im gonna ask my therapist to get me an appointment with the private psychiatrist she suggested

[goldenhypen]

finally watched the sacrifice mv and the bite me recording behind and omg when i say this is the giddiest i’ve been this whole month djdndj

[ilonacho]

what if i became a minion blog again💛

[wildmeadowsims]

imagine thinking you have the high ground in this situation.

[bambi-lesbian-posts]

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[the-kipsabian]

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[anaalnathrakhs]

i know it's unfair and irrational to be mad at people to do things that hurt me, when the other option is also to hurt me, because the core of the problem is that one of us has to uproot their priorities and routine to solve the conundrum, and neither of us will do it. me the least so what am i complaining about really. but i dont know. i have no idea if THAT part is irrational but i feel like i'm trying my best to give people what they want. and then they don't give back. but how could they when the thing i want most is NOT DOING WHAT THEY WANT. and i feel. i don't know i feel like i've been kinda guilted and made to feel like it's my responsability, to be a good little obedient child and not deviate from the norm in any way, which is especially potent now that i'm older and it's simultaneously more achievable to appear normal and less acceptable to be abnormal. but at the same time it's either my overactive anxiety inventing shit out of thin air, or something they did completely innocently. so what can i say.

don't you dare be unhappy. im giving you what you want. you wanted your kid to spend time with you and eat what it's given and be a normal family. sorry i can't make myself enjoy it. sorry i'm fucked up. sorry the only way i know to be normal is to completely crumble down as soon as i can stop. sorry i can't shut the fuck up and suffer in silence so i don't have to pull you down with me. sorry. hope you feel bad and guilty enough that you kick me out. your love hurts me, your help hurts me. die in a fire.