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[the-writer-arrived]

Disciplinary Method

Synopsis: you cannot stand veritas ratio, just the sight of him (or his stupid statues) makes your blood boil and causes you to argue with him everytime. sick of your attitude towards him, dr ratio believes you deserve to be taught some discipline.

Character: dr ratio.

Warnings: afab!gn!reader; explicit smut; reader is a member of the intelligentsia guild; kind of brat taming; semi-public sex (you two fuck in an empty classroom); fingering; use of a bullet vibrator; rivals to lovers but not really?? more like fuck buddies? rivals that fuck each other?

A/N: don't look at me, i lost the battle against my demons and was forced to write this!!!

<<This work has sexual themes and is not suitable for minors. If you click on read more, I am not responsable for any discomfort you may feel reading this. You have been warned.>>

The Intelligentsia Guild is a place that welcomes people from all walks of life that have the desire to learn. You are fortunate enough to be one of their scholars and you love teaching, love seeing the spark of passion for knowledge in your students' eyes.

But it seems like not everyone in the Guild thinks the same as you.

"Fail. Get out of my sight!"

Those words are frequently said by Veritas Ratio, or Dr Ratio, your insufferable colleague.

The first time you met, he barely spared a glance at your direction and complained about the arrival of another 'simpleton'. Suffice to say that that was a declaration of war.

From that day onwards, whenever you two would cross paths in the hallways, one would throw a snarky comment which would prompt a jab from the other until it becomes a full out argument (you'd call it 'academic debate' but whatever).

What other people don't know is that most of those arguments between you two end up in a way that was quite unprofessional...

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"I can barely hear you. 0 points."

"Stop grading me, I'm not one of your stude- fuck!"

The harsh pull of your poor nipple interrupts your complaint.

You don't know how long you've been in this empty classroom, your pants and underwear hanging on your ankle while Veritas keeps you on his lap, your legs spread open as he tortures your chest from under your shirt with one hand and keeps teasing your folds with the other.

"You kept running that annoying mouth of yours the whole day to get on my nerves, but now you want to keep quiet?"

He makes another attempt to make you moan louder, this time pinching your sensitive clit, and he would have succeeded, if you hadn't bitten down your lip to stop the sound from escaping. The scholar clicks his tongue in annoyance at your stubborness.

"If that's how you want to play, be my guest. Let's see how far you can hold on with this."

Veritas' hand leaves your chest to grab something that makes your eyes go wide: a small, silver bullet vibrator.

"W-When did you get that? And why do you have it with you?!"

"Recently. I thought it would be a useful tool to teach a certain brat a lesson, but who knew the opportunity would present itself so soon." He presses down the button and the bullet starts to vibrate with a low hum.

He starts dragging it from your neck, the cool object feeling nice on your heated skin. Then, he goes to your inner thighs, tracing it ever so close to your needy pussy, but never touching it like you wanted.

"Will you stop playing around alre--Ah!"

Your words are once again interrupted, this time by your own gasp of surprise and the way your whole body shivered when the vibrator is suddenly on your clit. However, as quickly as it came, the stimulation is taken away a second later.

The anticipation and the desire to be touched properly are getting on your nerves, so you grab the hand holding the wretched toy to push it to where it should be, but the man simply turns it off.

"You're not getting what you want so easily. You either do as I say and be as loud as I want or you go back to teaching your next class unsatisfied. Surely even an idiot like you know what choice to make here?"

The look on his eyes tells you he's not bluffing. You've been a fool to doubt him once before and paid the price. Between letting the quality of your teaching drop because of sexual frustration and having your pride get hurt by obeying Veritas' words like some obedient dog, of course you'll choose the latter.

"...Fine."

"Good, it seems like you do have a working brain after all."

The insufferable man smirks, satisfied with your decision. He turns the toy back on and rubs languid circles around your clit, your essence helping the movements feel smoother. You grasp onto your shirt and his arm, doing your best to not muffle your shy sounds and lose this feeling.

"Better, but still not good enough."

"Ngh just... Just shut up, ah..."

Since you've been edged and teased for so long, it doesn't take long for your gasps and whines to become louder. You get closer to the edge, but there's still something missing.

"M-More... Need more..."

Dr Ratio doesn't miss your hole clenching pathetically over the tip of his fingers, your body showing what you truly desire. The asshole chuckles, reveling in the sight of you so pliable and obedient in his arms like that. If you didn't constantly get on his nerves, he'd consider you almost cute.

It's almost embarrassing how your cunt basically engulfs his two fingers with ease, your head thrown back to rest on his shoulder as you moan with abandon. You don't even care about your surroundings anymore, the intoxicating sensation of his long fingers pumping in and out of your drooling hole paired with the small vibrator rubbing on your clit making your brain melt.

You singing so beautifully right into Veritas' ear and the hypnotizing sight of your pussy leaking on his knuckles are both things he wants to engrave in his memories, to be able to recall them time and time again until the next time he has to discipline you.

"Please, please I want cum, please let me cum!"

Your sweet pleas go straight to his twitching dick and he hides his blushing cheeks on the crook of your neck, his voice coming out as a groan.

"Very well, you earned it. Come for me now."

Like an automatic response to his permission, your body convulses in his hold, tears running down the sides of your face and mouth hanged open with a hoarse chant of his name.

Veritas turns off the toy and slowly retreats his fingers, your legs still shaking a bit.

"See? That wasn't very hard, was it? If you had behaved yourself from the start, you would have had this much earlier."

"Oh fuck off... You made me cum using a vibrator, that's nothing to be cocky of. I do that all the time."

"And you call my name as well when you're alone?"

You blame your lack of a comeback at your foggy brain, choosing to whack his stupid face with the back of your hand.

Suddenly, you both hear a melody coming from below you. It's your phone, which had fallen out of your pants' pocket, the screen showing the alarm you set up: 10 minutes until your next class, which is on the opposite side of where you are.

"Oh shit, I'm going to be late- woah!"

If it weren't for Veritas holding you by the waist, you'd surely fall down, betrayed by your own weak legs. You've never climaxed so hard like you just did, but you'll never admit that to him, his ego is already too big without that knowledge.

After making sure you're stable enough to stand on your own, the scholar lets go of your waist and watches you quickly dress up and fix your appearance.

His eyes rest on your neck, wondering how would you react if he to left a mark there, in a place for everyone to see... But he knows he shouldn't indulge in such fantasies, that would cross the boundaries of your... dynamic and he'd hate to cause you this kind of distress.

Dr Ratio is brought back from his thoughts when you go to the door of the classroom and point an accusatory finger at him.

"This is the last time we're doing this, you hear me?!"

You leave before he could respond, but he just chuckles. You always say that after you two get frisky and it has never held any meaning, considering that it's never ended up being the last time for real. He secretly hopes it continues that way.

Now, he needs to deal with his own 'little' problem before he can leave and act as if nothing scandalous happened in this empty classroom...

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[yoonkinii]

Jealous Y♡u

Warning(s): cursing, jealousy, flirting with a taken man, hints to having sex (no smut though), anger, extreme kissing :3 Requests open (only for this AU) Masterlist (check for more AU content!) note: Sorry it's short! I couldn't get this idea out of my head and had to write it.

No matter how extravagant the restaurant was, your mood remained sour - a shame, really. 

Nestles in the heart of the city’s glittering downtown, the restaurant gleamed like a polished gem beneath the soft glow of its artfully arranged lighting. The entrance, framed by lush greenery and a discreet brass plaque, hinted at the understated elegance within. The sounds of lively conversations mingled with the gentle clinking of fine china and crystals, creating an atmosphere of refined luxury. 

Inside, the restaurant was a harmonious blend of contemporary design and classic sophistication, while the walls, dressed in muted shades of ivory and taupe, provided a serene backdrop. Large, abstract paintings added splashes of vibrant color - mesmerizing, but now only contributed to your growing headache.

You couldn’t sit still at your designated table, too restless and irritated to remain in one place. The business party was still in full swing, with unfamiliar faces chattering about topics you didn’t understand. When Sukuna invited you to his yearly business event, you were excited. It was a formality he dreaded but had to attend to maintain business relationships. But now, surrounded by strangers and trapped in your own thoughts, the excitement had long faded, leaving you adrift in a sea of discontent. 

A burst of laughter causes you to drag your eyes away from the expansive window, where the cityscape below had tried and failed to distract you as you sipped on your champagne. The laughter of the very person responsible for your agitation was hard to ignore. Your anger had been simmering for the past hour, and it was about to reach a boiling point. Perhaps it was the alcohol buzzing through your system, fraying your patience more than usual. Maybe it was a combination of everything. Either way, you were livid. 

Your eyes lock onto the two figures who have you clenching your glass a little too tightly, a tight-lipped grimace playing on your mouth as you watch them for what feels like the umpteenth time. You don’t know who she is or what her name is, but at this moment, you don’t care. To you, she’s simply that woman. 

She was pretty, very pretty, and she knew it. It was evident in her choice of attire - a brown bodycon dress that hugged her figure, accentuating her curves and leaving little to the imagination. You had noticed her the moment you walked into the restaurant. She had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, with a smile a little too wide as she greeted your boyfriend. Normally, you wouldn’t have minded; it’s not like you’re the jealous type. But after her backhanded comment, something inside you snaps. 

“Oh! I totally expected you to be with someone else.”

From that moment, everything went downhill. She completely disregarded the seating arrangements, forcing someone else to take her original spot so she could sit on the other side of Sukuna. Her behavior escalated from a harmless crush on your boyfriend to blatantly throwing herself at a taken man. It started with seemingly innocent compliments before progressing into something worse. 

“I like your hair today.”

“That shirt looks great on you.”

“Your piercings suit you.”

And poor Sukuna, completely oblivious to this woman’s intentions, responded to her words with a simple hum, not truly paying attention to her at all. To his credit, Sukuna was focused on one thing - you. His hand rested on your thigh, the pads of his fingers massaging the delicate skin of your inner thigh absentmindedly. Throughout the main course, Sukuna leaned into your ear, whispering who was who or making sly comments about others, relishing in the way your soft laughter danced in the air. 

Sukuna remains oblivious to the woman’s intentions, his mind filled with thoughts of you, and only you. He doesn’t notice the way she inches closer, or the way her laughter seems to cling to his every word. His focus is entirely on you, but you don’t see it that way. You don’t see the way his gaze softens whenever you meet his eyes. Dressed in a cream-colored dress with a square neckline that leaves your collar bones on display, you’re the picture of elegance. Sukuna is sure that anyone who cared to notice would definitely see how his expression changes when he looks at you. 

But she doesn’t give up easily. Even after the meal, her persistence lingers like an unwanted shadow. She laughs at everything Sukuna says, her hands constantly finding its way to his biceps, her body icing closer with each passing  minute. Even as Sukuna excuses himself with a kiss on your cheek to speak with a close business partner, she follows, as if tethered to him. 

And so, you find yourself in your current state, scowling as you watch her from across the room. Her laughter is loud and shrill, cutting through the fin of conversations around you. A server passes by, and you force a strained smile as you exchange your empty glass for a full one. The rim of the glass soon bears the stain of your red lipsticks as you hover it near your lips. 

Then, it happens in slow motion. Sukuna’s lips move as he speaks, a faint smile gracing his face as he talks with an older gentleman. But her reaction is out of place; she laughs far too heartily for something that isn’t even remotely funny. As her shoulders shake with her exaggerated laughter, she wraps her arms around Sukuna’s arm, pressing her chest firmly against him. 

Before Sukuna can even register what’s happening, you’re already by his side. Your champagne glass is abandoned on a nearby table as you wedge yourself between them, forcing her to disentangle herself from him. She stares at you, wide-eyed, and it takes every ounce of restraint not to whip that look of confusion off her face with your fist. 

With barley concealed sarcasm, you address her, your voice dripping with venomous politeness. “Sorry, I need to borrow my boyfriend. Is that alright with you?”

She’s visibly taken aback, her pout deepening as she glances at Sukuna, as if expecting him to rescue her from this situation. But Sukuna, feeling the tug on his arm, follows you as you lead him away, guiding him to a secluded area- the restroom. 

The restroom is dimly lit, with warm hanging bulbs casting a soft glow. The black wooden floors and walls accentuate the golden accents of the large, well-lit vanity. A few potted plants sit in the corners, adding a touch of life to the otherwise moody atmosphere. 

Sukuna barely has time to react before you push him into the restroom, the door clicking shut behind you as you turn your back on him, your breaks deep and uneven in an attempt to calm your rising anger. But it’s not working. The fury simmering inside you is only growing hotter. 

“I’m going to fucking kill her,” you hiss through clenched teeth. 

“Jealous, are we?” His voice laced with amusement. 

You whirl around, closing the distance between you in a heartbeat. Sukuna’s lips curve into a smile, clearly entertained by your fiery demeanor. It’s not often he sees you this worked up, and he can’t help but find it endearing, even if the pout on your lips is more adorable than intimidating. 

“I am not jealous,” you retort, though your words come out less convincing than you intended. 

“Oh?” His brow arches in mock surprise, arms crossing over his broad chest. The fabric of his dress shirt strains against his muscles, the buttons barely holding on, as if threatening to pop off at any moment if he breathes too deeply. 

Damn him for looking so good. Damn him for those tattoos that decorate his skin. Damn his piercings, and the new one on his lip. Damn him. Damn him. Damn him.

Before he can tease you further, you grab him by the collar, pulling him down as you rise on your toes. Sukuna grunts in surprise as your lips crash into his. His hands instinctively slide down your back, finding their place on the curve of your ass, where he gives a gentle squeeze, encouraging you. 

“I hate her.” You mumble against his lips.

Sukuna smirks, ready to make a playful comment, but it does on his lips the moment your mouth moves to his neck. Your kisses are wicked, nipping, and sucking at his skin, leaving a trail of red marks in their wake. He shudders, feeling the sting of each possessive kiss, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. 

You both stumble in the small space of the restroom, Sukuna pushing you back until your spine meets the cool surface of the locked door. A breathy exhale escapes him as he tilts his head, granting you better access to his neck. The sensation of your lips painting his skin with red blooms sends a shiver down his spine. 

“Shit.” He mummers, his legs slotting in between yours, pressing himself impossibly closer to you. 

Your brows knit together as you guide his face lower, your fingers firm on his chin. Sukuna feels like he’s burning up from the inside, his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in the intensity of your gaze. The sight of your smudged lipstick only adds fuel to the fire, tightening his grip on you and stirring something primal in him.

You cup his cheeks, your lips leaving no inch of his face untouched - his cheeks, his forehead, the corners of his mouth. Everywhere. When you finally try to pull away, his reaction is swift. One of his hands that had been resting on your ass shoots up to the nape of your neck, pulling you back into a fierce kiss. 

A soft breath escapes your lips, and Sukuna seizes the opportunity, deepening the kiss as he explores your mouth with a fervor that sends a shiver down your spine. A needy whine escapes you as his hands rove across your body, squeezing and caressing with a possessive hunger. Every touch, every press of his fingers, feels like he’s staking his claim on you, and it only intensifies the fire within him. He wants more. No, he needs more. How dare you make him feel this way- jealous of him, when every fiber in his being is devoted to you? How dare you kiss him with such need when he’s been restraining himself, battling the urge to ravage you every waking moment. 

A sudden knock on the door startles you, causing you to jerk back so sharply that your head smacks against the wood. A hiss of pain slips from your lips, and Sukuna’s deep laugh rumbles through his chest, the sound vibrating against your body. 

“Um, excuse me, you've been in there for a while and-”

“Leave before I kill you with my bare hands,” Sukuna growls, his eyes never leaving yours, even as you shy away, your cheeks burning with embarrassment at being interrupted. 

Silence follows as the unwelcome intruder quickly retreats, leaving the two of you alone once more. 

Sukuna exhales, the tension in his body still palpable, but now there’s a look of pride in your eyes as you take in his disheveled appearance. His lips are swollen, his hair a tousled mess from your hands, and his skin is covered in red marks left by your lipstick - a masterpiece of your own making. His body is a canvas, and you’ve painted it with your passion. 

He forces himself to step back, muscles taut with restraint. He wants nothing more than to take you here and not, but duty calls, and he knows he must stay for the remainder of the party. If not for that, he would have dragged you out of the restaurant to finish what you started in the privacy of his home. If he could even make it that far. 

“Leave,” he orders, his voice tight with the effort it takes to say the words. It’s the last thing he wants, but if you stay, neither of you will be leaving the restroom anytime soon. 

You smile softly at him, noting the frustration in the slight downturn of his lips. 

“Don’t take it off,” you reply, a mischievous glint in your eyes as you turn to leave. 

Sukua gives you a confused look before glancing at the mirror. His breath catches in his throat when he sees the array of kiss marks you’ve left on his skin. He turns back, but you’re already gone. 

You are not a jealous person. That’s what you tell yourself as you cast a knowing glance at the woman who had dared to overstep her bounds. It’s not jealousy that fuels you as you reclaim your seat, your once-discarded champagne glass now back in hand. It’s not jealousy that brings a surge of satisfaction when you see the disheartened look on her face as Sukuna emerges from the restroom, his skin marked with the evidence of your affection. It’s not jealousy that makes you giddy as he resumes his conversations with business partners, completely unbothered by his less-than-ideal appearance. 

No, you are not a jealous person.  

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Taglist (open): @kalulakunundrum , @fushipurro , @sad-darksoul , @cupcaketeddybehr

[rainforest-daisies]

Day 27|Sex pollen

Character: James Potter x afab!reader

Tags: sex pollen, PIV, you and james being dumbasses

A/n: it is TOO DAMN LATE in the night to be writing this shit

Kinktober masterlist

To put it lightly, you were shit at potions class.

Every exam would be barely passed, if even passed at all. Yet, you were always paired up with the second worst person in potions class, James Potter.

With a project due soon, a project you had barely worked on, it left you cramming notes and rushing with the magic and chemicals being mixed into the cauldron.

The quickly-filling cauldron sitting on your desk let out a puff of pink smoke, just enough to gently haze the area around it, yet still thick enough to make you back away. The liquid in the cauldron began to gently boil, before simmering itself out. You had never made a potion like that in class, let alone seen anything like it. It was strange, concerning, and incredibly interesting.

Quickly, a strong scent wafted through James's sinuses as he moved his head from the smoke, almost causing him to cough, “What perfume are you wearing?” With a shrug of your shoulders, you replied, “Just my usual. Why?” His shaking head answered the question, wondering if it could have been the project that previously puffed a suspicious spout of smoke.

Your mouth kept shut as your body felt like it was on fire, droplets of sweat slowly forming on your skin as you excused yourself, planning on catching a breath in the bathroom, but your legs seemed to turn to jelly as you barely stood up. You fell back against the chair, holding onto James's bicep for support, which made his entire body stiffen against your touch.

James Potter had fancied you since his 3rd year, constantly eyeing you, even talking the potions teacher into pairing you both up, which ended badly in this case, dangerous chemicals in their lungs that were causing blood to rush under his undergarments. He could soon feel everything that touched him, every piece of fabric, every hair on his head, every seam in his trousers that rubbed against his hardening cock every time he moved. His heart was palpitating, erotic thoughts filling his mind, helping the extremely sensitive dick stuffed in his pants.

Your head turned to his, worried he was having the same symptoms as you, eyes widening as you saw his bulge from under the black trousers, lip between his teeth as he read over his class notes, ignorant of your heavy staring.

It seemed as though the air in the room got thicker, almost harder to breathe, like you needed something to breathe. Your body was telling you to pounce on him, heart racing with anticipation as your head told you no. Yet, soon, his face turns towards yours. Your cheeks heat up, looking away before he pulls you back to meet his eyes, and leans in.

Soon, his hand meets the back of your thigh, lifting your leg over his, straddling his hips, causing a moan to leave his lips. It was exaggerated, the sensitivity this potion had caused made his cheeks go red, already thrusting against your clothed cunt with gentle pants from his parted lips. The additions of the potion's effects still hadn't ended, and you felt the need to be filled by someone, and James happened to be that someone, simply because he was right under you.

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“This isn't just a one-time thing, right?” His inner dialogue was praying, looking straight into your eyes, searching for any disappointment in them, he found none. His thrusts didn't stop, moans leaving your lips, rendering you unable to get words out, only stutters and mumbles of the sentences in your head.

“Please tell me I can fuck you again.”

[selfishdoll]

❛ IM SORRY...❜

Oh, tell me what you're willing to do? | Kiss it, kiss it better, baby ⁺ 𓂋 𓈒 ♡ KISS IT BETTER

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 SUMMARY.

you’re sick of choso being late for dates.. unfortunately he knows the perfect way to make it all better.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 CONTENT WARNING.

mdni, reader is petty fr <3, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, groveling choso (lowkey), fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names, praise, etc.

ཐིཋྀ ⊹ 𓈒 NOTE.

on my munch choso agenda & he seems like the type to eat pussy to make it up to you. unedited, please excuse typos & grammar mistakes.

He was late. Again. For the third time. Your blood boiled within you, ass planted on your couch when it should be in your boyfriend’s car; on the way to your favorite restaurant. But no, Kamo Choso decided to ignore his alarm, and your many texts plus phone calls; to only answer them about thirty minutes after the time you two were supposed to be there.

Despite how remorseful he was on the phone, you were still a bit pissed; something he sensed easily.

With a soft grumble to yourself you rose from the couch, padding over to your bedroom. Your good mood was gone, you wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and watch some tv. Nothing Choso did would fix his mistake this time.

Entering the bedroom you sat at your vanity, beginning to remove your jewerly. First your rings, bracelet, and whilst working on your necklace you heard your front door open; causing your eyes to roll.

“(Y/N)?” Choso called, fiddling with his keys for a moment, shoulders faltering when you didn’t reply. Yeah, he knew he screwed up bad. Taking a breath he kicked his shoes off, waltzing over to your bedroom and peeking in to see you wiping your mascara away with a wipe. “I’m sorry for being late, we can still go.”

You didn’t answer, not even bothering to look at him as you continued to wipe away the minor makeup. Choso leaned against your doorframe, lips pressed into a thin line as he attempted to search for the words to change your mind. You were always so stubborn when you got like this, something he found cute until it was directed at him.

His thoughts trailed away the moment he heard your chair push out, watching you stand and waltz over to your closet; refusing to acknowledge him. You searched through your clothes for a moment before settling on a simple nightgown, moving backwards to your bed and sitting down. You leaned over, attempting to unclasp the anklet you wore, grumbling when it proved difficult given your nails. Finally fed up you sat up, extending your leg to Choso.

“Finally acknowledging me?”

“Just take off my anklet.” You mumbled, glancing away from him. The man gave a soft sound of disbelief mixed with amusement, moving closer and grabbing your leg. He pressed it against his chest, fingers fiddling with the gold plated jewelry of his name for a moment before his fingers trailed across your skin.

“You know I didn’t mean to oversleep.”

“Mhm.”

“And I’m really sorry too.” Choso claimed, watching your cross your arms and slowly nod. The man smiled a bit, leaning down to press a kiss to your ankle, feeling you twitch. That was enough motivation, lowering the kisses until they hit your inner thigh, watching you finally glance at him. “Choso..” You spoke, attempting to pull your leg away, only for his grip to tighten on your ankle. Your breath hitched as his free hand began to push your dress up to your stomach, lowering until he rested on his knees. “Choso.” You called out again, hissing the moment you felt his lips press against your covered slit.

“Lemme make it up to you princess. Show you how sorry I really am.”

Choso’s fingers caught on the band of your panties, pulling them down and off your body, hands grabbing the inside of your thighs to spread you wider. The man wasted no time in driving his thick tongue up your slit, fingers digging into your flesh to assure you didn’t move an inch. Lapping at your sex, shifting between teasing your entrance and tracing your sensitive bud; continuing to grip you with each twitch of your thighs.

Your resolve was melting away, struggling to keep your moans at bay. You wanted to be mad at him, even if it was an honest mistake. You wanted to be petty and ignore him. But, he was just so damn good with his tongue. A messy eater that left you shaking and trembling with each careful swipe of his wicked muscle. You bit your palm, legs closing around his head as your eyes pinched close; widening the moment two fingers entered you, curling against your spongy walls. Your hand flew to his hair, his messy black tresses being pulled in a tight grip.

“Choso—!”

“There it is..” The man murmured, pulling back from your cunt; thumb quickly replacing his tongue on your clit. His digits thrusted and scissored inside you, furiously rubbing circles on the bud— all while his heavy lidded eyes stared up at you. “That’s it.. Not as mad as you were before, huh?”

You whimpered as his fingers went deeper, all the way down to the knuckle as wet squelches erupted from between your legs. You wanted to defend your case, maybe curse him out too— instead you could only moan and shake, losing yourself in the pleasurable apology.

Choso gave a knowing smile, enjoying the way your previously irritated expression melted into nothing but pure ecstasy. He would give a proper apology later but now, this would do.

“Can’t even speak.. that’s okay, she’s talking enough for you.” The man spoke, removing his thumb to go right back to sucking and lapping at your swollen button; unfazed as your thighs continued to close around his head. Your hips rose, grinding into his face as the band in your stomach tightened and tightened.

His name fell from your lips in a dazed mantra, eyes glazed over before you broke; a high pitched cry escaping you as you came— tainting his face in your mess. Your legs shook, greedily sucking up air as you attempted to come down from the high; all while he continued to suck and thrust his fingers inside you.

Soon enough the sensitivity became too much, hand sliding from his hair to push at his forehead— whining as the pleasure teetered on painful. Choso didn’t let up however, quickening his fingers all while sucking your poor bud raw. Tears of overstimulation trailed down your hot cheeks, head twisting back and forth as you tried to somehow run from the pleasure. You only got an inch away before he was releasing your thigh to instead lay his heavy arm across your lower stomach; holding you there.

“Cho—Choso.. please fuck—! I forgive you.. fuck I can’t—“ Whimpers escaped you, the pushes against his forehead becoming weak as your hips rose into his face. Your were making such a mess of yourself, him, and your blankets; something you couldn’t give a damn about at the moment.

Your stomach clenched harder than before, both hands gripping his hair as your back arched; his name exiting your throat incoherently, creaming all over his face and fingers.

You sniffled and breathed heavy, blurry eyes watching Choso slowly pull away from you after lapping all your juices up. He crawled over your tired body, fingers finding your cheeks to turn you, capturing your lips in a nasty, wet kiss. Your hand lazily grasped his arm, blinking heavily, hissing when his thigh brushed between your legs.

“Hurts, Choso..” You spoke softly, pulling back to breathe. The man chuckled at your words, leaning down to kiss your wet cheek.

“I know. I’ll be gentle next time.” A lie. One you both knew.

His strong arms reached under you, pulling you into him as he laid on his side. “I am really sorry for sleeping through my alarm, I know how much you wanted to go.”

You shook your head slowly, smiling at your lover tenderly. “No. You worked the night shift, I have to be a little more understanding.” You spoke, fingers trailing his arm to which Choso smiled back. The two of you shared another sweet kiss, hands brushing across the other’s form.

“How about we order in?”

“Sounds perfect.”

[whorekneecentral]

Pairing: dbf!Jenson x reader

Prompt: Leaving hickeys (from her stomach to her hips and inner thighs) + “look what you do to me”

Context: He loves leaving hickeys in unexpected places on her body as a way to mark her as his w/o her dad noticing

picture me rubbing my hands together menacingly because that is what I did when I found this in my inbox. // prompt: "look what you do to me." -- as always, reader is over 20 :)

Your parents decided it would be a good time to go on a family vacation; seeing that it's literally just you and your parents, they usually let you invite a friend along so you're not alone.

It was last minute trip this year so everyone was busy which meant they picked someone to invite. Your dad ended up telling his best friend, Jenson to join the three of you.

It was boiling outside and you had spent most of the day in the pool, your parents has come out to tell you they were going into town to do some sightseeing and that Jenson was inside if you needed anything.

At some point, you did venture back into the house with a oversized shirt on.

Jenson was in the kitchen, the man looking at you like you were insane. "Darling, you do know I've seen you naked before, right? there's no need to cover up for me."

You rolled your eyes, "it's not because of you, well.. it is but I thought my parents were still home."

"What do you mean it's because of me?" Jenson's brows furrowed, "What's wrong?"

You lift the shirt to show him the trail of hickeys that covered from your upper thighs to your hip and to your belly button. When you were in then pool earlier, your parents couldn't see in as long as you were under the water, which you were.

"Look what you do to me," you huffed, dropping the shirt back down, Jenson bites back his laugh and pulls you to him.

"I'm sorry baby, I didn't realize I left so many. the room was dark."

"Well now I have to cover up even though it's 400 million degrees."

Jenson tugged on the shirt, pulling it up and off. "No one's here, sweetheart. plus I wanna see how pretty you look." He smiled, causing you to roll your eyes. "Gimme a kiss, I'm sorry baby."

you can't say no to him, giving in and giving him a kiss.

[whorediaries-09]

girl here's ur request again bc you probably lost it in the amazing algorithm of tumblr. i still do it for you, babe 🩷 sirius black x reader fic with somnophilia and choking? pretty please with a cherry on top? also, WE MIGHT JUST GET AWAY WITH THIS RELIGION'S IN YOUR LIPS EVEN IF IT'S A FALSE GOD

i didn't loose your previous request(s) my love, i was planning to post them on the valentine's week. anyways that is quite beside the point because imma write this one too. enjoyy.

streets;

pairing- sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- set during ootp, cause i CANNOT resist dilf sirius 😔. sorry not sorry haha.

the slut club

no final fantasy, can we end these games though? you give me energy, make me feel light weigh

it was a nefariously lustful dream. you grinded against the hard object that provided you the friction against your pussy. a sinful sleepy groan left your mouth. you could feel the hotness creep under your skin as you felt your stomach tug with the familiar coil of ecstasy. you felt yourself arch against nothing, trying to let the coil boiling inside you snap, drive you to an edge of insanity.

it the fire in your nerves felt more real than a dream. it was like a consuming blue flame. you could feel the warmth of the musk infused breathe on your neck. you could feel the rough callousness of his hands across the skin of your thighs. you could feel the cold metal of his rings slide across your hot skin, rubbing over your inner thighs. it felt too real to be a dream.

'open your pretty eyes for me love, i need to see your eyes when i make you cum,'

your eyes fluttered open, when it finally dawned upon you. you met the gray eyes you'd been dreaming about. you met the warmth of the body you'd been wanting. you met the touch you'd been dreaming about. you met the one who's name rolled off your tongue with the sweetest sin of pleasure.

'sirius?' you asked, fazed, as his fingers roamed on your clit through your underwear. he leaned closer to you, simultaneously pulling you closer, shuffling on your sheets, barring his pearly white teeth. his knees locked themselves on the either side of your waist, keeping you in place. he took out his fingers from between your thighs, sucking his digits off your arousal. that earned him a guttural moan from your mouth.

'i've heard you moan my name so many times before. when you get your pretty mind dumb with dirty thoughts and play with yourself,' he said, a glimpse of malice in his stormy gray eyes. your heart burned in anticipation. the line between your dreams and reality crashed, when he wrapped his hands around your waist, manhandling you to sit on him, your knees on the either side of his hips.

you felt his growing erection through his pants on your wet core. his well defined pectorals had intricate designs of tattoos inked upon traced thin lines of healed wounds. the thin strands of gray hair hidden between raven locks reflected under the moonlight.

heinously, he grabbed your throat, his fingers pressing lightly on your arteries. he pulled you closer, so your mouth was in line with his lips. he smiled coyly, as if mocking you.

'tell me what you want,' you whimpered as you felt him buck his hips your clothed core. hotness of euphoria lust crept under your skin. he brushed his lips with yours, increasing the force on your artery with each passing second.

'i need you to fuck me,' you whispered. the embarrassment of the situation had dissipated. it was just the bubbling covet of bliss which simmered into every inch of your body.

so when he captured your lips with his teeth, dissolving you into his very soul, devouring you while ripping apart your underwear, your head was fazed. your fingers tugged at the waistband of his pants, freeing out his cock. he pushed himself inside you, stretching you out perfectly, causing a broken moan for him to swallow. he increased the force on your throat, blocking your supply of oxygen.

he thrusted into you, blurring the lines between the real and the fake. the summer air cooled upon your hot skin, as the hair on his pelvis rubbed on your clit. you felt yourself melt with his touch as he thrusted into you. he left your lips, a string of saliva connecting your kiss bitten lips.

you chanted his name like a fucking mantra, your moans and whimpers broken by the force of his hand around your throat. the cool metal of his rings contrasted against your hot skin. you lost yourself into cloud nine, in his heaven like eyes. he was a drug, a dream an overdose of sinful heaven.

it was sweetness and danger, when you felt the coil of orgasm bubble inside you again. your mind was dizzy with the lack of oxygen. you rolled your hips, as his cock hit your sweet spot just right. the scream got caught in your throat, and you rolled your eyes. you felt your toes curl, and thighs shake as your euphoric pleasure hit you. you clenched your walls around his cock, releasing your juices on his stomach.

he pounded into you, his hand leaving your throat, as you came down from the high, your lungs savoring in the supply of air. you hid your face into the crook of his neck, sinking your teeth into the soft flesh. you heard his soft gasps and felt his cock twitch inside you. you rolled your hips, urging him to release himself inside you. he bit your shoulder, as he came, painting your insides with hot ropes of cum.

the final fantasy had melted into a reality, as you fell beside his heaving body, your thighs slick and sticky.

[darkeralmond]

can you do more rutger mcgroarty smut?? your last one was so good

THANK U SO MUCH!! ALSO THANKS FOR THE REQUEST!! I LOVE U

Not So Fake

Rutger Mcgroarty x fem! Reader

synopsis: you and rutger started fake dating to make your exes jealous. when rutger tries to “sell the part” it leads to more in his bedroom

warnings: 18+, smut, hickeys, rough kissing, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, f! receiving, after care

word count: 2k

a/n: THANK U GUYS SO MUCH FOR 300 FOLLOWERS!! I LOVE RUTGER SO MUCH! i’m gonna miss him when he goes to the winnipeg nets tho 😞😞

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It all started out with a deal to make both your exes jealous. You approached Rutger with the idea a while back at a Christmas party. “I’ll pay you $50 a month to be my fake boyfriend to make my ex-boyfriend jealous,” you confidded.

He cocked his head to the side with his eyebrows furrowed, “$50 for that? Dude, I’ll do that for free. I need to make my ex-girlfriend jealous too.” You were shocked with how open he was to the idea of fake dating you. You couldn’t deny that it caused your heart to skip a beat.

You had been fake-dating Rutger for a month or two now and your plan was working. Your ex started reaching out to you more and more, asking questions about how you met Rutger and why you even started dating him.

Even though it’s what you wanted, the idea of making him jealous slowly dissolved. You liked spending time with Rutger way more than you ever did with your ex, and it seemed like he started focusing on his ex-girlfriend less and less.

Now here you two were at a small hockey gathering with a couple of the other players and their partners. You, Rutger, and Gavin were squeezed together on a pretty small couch. It was obvious that the couch wasn’t meant to fit 3 people. On the other couch sat Ethan, his girlfriend, and another girl who you weren’t familiar with.

Everyone was talking while occasionally taking sips from their cups. You would nod your head and flash smiles, but you couldn’t even concentrate on the conversation they were having.

Due to the limited space on the couch, that meant your thigh and Rutger’s thigh were touching the entire time. The feeling of his warm skin against yours was super distracting.

What made it worse was that Ethan had to put the spotlight on you and Rutger, of course. “So, Rutger,” he said while grinning from ear to ear. “What’re you gonna do with Y/N when you have to go off to the Jets?”

Rutger glanced over at you and smiled. “We’ll do long distance. Then, she can come up and visit or I can go there.” He then looked back at his friends before adding, “Maybe she can move in with me when she’s done with college.” He placed his hand on your inner thigh.

Your cheeks instantly turned bright red at the contact, causing you to stare at him with a bug-eyed expression. He looked back at you then nodded his head to go along with whatever he was doing.

You then snapped back to the conversation and looked at Ethan. “Yeah! That’s pretty much the plan!” you nervously giggled before shooting a glare to Rutger. Luckily, he was the only one who saw the stink eye you gave him.

He just smirked in response and took a sip of his drink. He then went back to the conversation like it this normal, steering the topic away from your “relationship”.

Your mind went fuzzy as the tip of your ears flushed red. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what was happening right now. He didn’t have to put his hand on your thigh, however he was for some reason. And for some reason, it was seriously turning you on.

You slammed his bedroom door shut, turning to him with your finger pointed right at him. “What was that?!” you fumed.

He leaned against the wall next to the door and crossed his arms. “What’re you talking about?” he cooed. He wasn’t taking this seriously. It made your blood boil even more.

“Your hand. My thigh. What was that?!” You needed answers. Not just for why he did it, but for why you enjoyed it so much.

“I was just trying to sell it,” he answered, still leaning against the wall with a sly grin. You rolled your eyes which led him to chuckle. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it. I saw you blushing.”

You scoffed, “I was not blushing!”

“Admit it,” he said, pushing himself off the wall as he started approaching you. You took a couple steps back before your back hit the wall. You looked back and saw the white wall before looking back and seeing him right in front of you.

His face was only inches away from yours, his hand rested on the wall right above your shoulder. “You like me.” Your tongue twisted, not able to get a single word out.

Your face felt like it was on fire, your breaths hitching. “See?” he teased. “Let’s just get rid of this growing tension between us and finally do something about it.”

“Like what?” You managed to ask that question, but everything else was blank. You had a feeling of what he was going to say, but of course he said something way out of left field.

“Like fucking,” he said. “Right here, right now.” When there were people downstairs? It wasn’t like a full blown frat party, people were able to hear you two from his room.

Your expression was haunted as you stuttered, “What if someone hears us?” Which meant you weren’t opposed to the idea. The answer no didn’t even cross your mind.

You glanced over at the lock on his door, seeing that it was still unlocked. His hand loomed under your chin, directing your gaze back to him.

His eyes darted down to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Then we’ll just have to be quiet,” he said in a low voice. “Can you do that, sweetheart?”

Your chest rose and fell with your rapid breaths, you nodded your head quickly. “I can,” you answered.

“Good,” he chuckled before leaning in, placing his lips on yours. Your eyes shut at the sudden contact while you wrapped your arms around his neck.

His lips were soft and his breath tasted like beer. He pulled his hand away from beneath your chin and placed them both on your waist, pulling you closer to him desperately.

Before you knew it, he was slipping his tongue into your mouth. You let him do so, your body pressed against him. Your head tilted to the side in order to give him easier access to your lips. A small moan escaped your lips and into his mouth while you two made out.

You pulled away from him, attempting to catch your breath. The atmosphere around you was full of sexual tension and lust. You never realized how much you craved his body up until this moment.

You unravel your arms and place your hand on his chest. You looked down at the nice button up he was wearing, now wanting it off of him. You began undoing the buttons to his shirt while he chuckled.

You finished unbuttoning his shirt and helped him slide it off before throwing it across the room. You pulled off your shirt and tossed it to the same side of the room, now revealing your bralette.

Rutger stared hungrily at you and ran his hands up your back to unclasp your bra. You slipped it off, now completely exposing yourself to him. A smile grew on his face as he brought his hands to your breasts, cupping them.

You let out a gasp as you felt his cold fingers against your warm body. Your moans became louder while he kneaded them with his palms. He pulled one hand away and brought a finger up to his lips, signaling you to be quieter.

He gently kissed your jawline and traveled down to your collarbone while simultaneously massaging your breast. The sensations he gave you started spreading throughout your body. You were melting under his kisses and touch. All you could think was that this felt amazing.

You nibbled on your bottom lip, attempting to hold back any loud moans that were desperate to escape. He pulled his hands away from your body, bringing one of them down to your lower body.

His hand slivered down the hem of your skirt and into your panties. You gasped at the feeling, his mouth still marking your neck with hickeys.

His fingers moved down to your clit, playing with it by circling your sensitive bead. A quiet moan escaped your lips, your head hitting the wall behind you. It felt absolutely incredible that his hand was teasing you.

“Hmmm. Are you wet for me?” He sounded amused. “Such a needy girl.” His fingertips kept torturing your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your teeth sunk deeper into your bottom lip as you tried to ignore the tingling sensation that erupted through your body. He’s teasing, you thought.

You knew this wasn’t enough to make you cum and so did he, because after a few seconds, he stopped messing with your clit and stuck two fingers inside your wet cunt. His fingers curled inside you, feeling the warm wetness around his fingers.

You grabbed onto his hips in order to keep yourself sturdy against the wall. “Rutger,” you whimpered, your nails clawing into his skin. “Just like that!” This was too much stimulation for you but you still wanted more.

He pulled away and pulled his fingers out of you causing you to whine. You were right at your peak and of course he had to torture you more. You pouted your bottom lip, “Why did you stop?”

“I don’t want you to cum yet,” he simply stated. “Now take off your skirt and panties and lay down on the bed, pretty girl.” He took off his shorts, revealing the erection that strained against the fabric of his boxers.

“Please, baby?” His tone was husky, almost begging. You kicked off your shoes before taking off your skirt and panties before laying down on the bed.

He pulled down his boxers and locked the door before making his way over to you. He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. He already knew that you were on the pill since you were telling him stories about you and your ex beforehand.

With that, he aligned himself with your dripping wet entrance before slowly entering you. Your back arched as his length pushed through your tight walls.

He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting into you. You moaned out, “Fuck me. Make me come!” With a nod, he held onto your hips and he thrusted into you harder. You let out a small cry at how good it felt. “Holy, fuck! Rutger!”

“Shhh,” he shushed before letting his thrusts become faster. The struggle you had to stay quiet only fueled his ego and arousal even more.

Goosebumps broke out onto your arms as your mind became clouded. “Rutger, I’m gonna cum!” you cried.

He let out a groan and pulled your hips up slightly, making it easier for him. “You fucking better, Y/N. Do it for me, baby.”

Your orgasm crashed upon you and you threw your head back as your release poured out of your body. Your back arched as you did this, your eyes squeezing shut. Finally, your tense muscles loosened as you fell back onto the breath while breathing heavily.

“Such a good girl,” he mumbled as he pumped into you one last time. He then pulled out of you, his dick completely covered in a mixture of both your and his cum.

He took a couple deep breaths, running his fingers through his hair. “Holy, shit.” He went over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of tissues, wiping the juices off his dick. “You need some?” He handed the tissues to you while he crawled on the bed next to you.

“Yes please,” you answered before you wiped your wet cunt. “That was...” You couldn’t even describe how amazing it felt.

Rutger smiled and got under the blanket with you. “That was perfect,” he said. You threw away the tissues in the trash can near his bed, then got under the covers.

He pulled you close to his body and spooned you. You giggled as he placed a lazy kiss on the side of your neck.

You giggled at the feeling of his wet kiss. “I guess really we’re together now, huh?” you mumbled in a low voice.

He chuckled, “I guess so.” He buried his face in the crook of your neck once again, leaving you smiling happily.

[smuts-whore]

Daddy

Rhea Ripley x female reader

Warning: smut

Rating:18+

I hate Dom. I hate him with everything in me. I know him and Rhea is not actually in an actual relationship with him but it still makes my blood boil. Mami, this and Mami that. Always touching her and shit the anger takes over me and I'm fucking mad. They finished their promo and came back to the locker rooms.

"Hello babe", she said walking up to me.

I didn't say a word, still made at the way she was with Dom.

"Y/N darling, I was talking to you", she said picking up my chin with her finger.

"I know", I said moving my chin from her walking to the car.

I waited in the car for Rhea. I heard the door opening about 10 minutes after me. I turned to look at her and she looked mad, like really mad but I didn't care I was upset. When we made it to the hotel Rhea picked me up carrying me inside.

"Put me down. People are watching us", I said pushing my body down.

"I don't give a shit", she said holding me tighter.

She carried me all the way into our hotel room which was on the 25th floor. When we made it to the room she unlocked the door and threw me on the bed.

"I am going to ask you this once and only once. What's wrong", she said sternly.

I rolled my eyes not answering. I am usually not a brat but tonight made me so upset that I was acting like one. She roughly grabbed my chin making me look at her.

"Well i'll make you cum until you answer. Open", she said as I opened my mouth and she spit in it making me swallow it.

She roughly took off all my clothes. She grabbed a vibrator from her bag and put it on the bed along with handcuffs.

"What's your safe word", she asked cuffing my hands behind my back.

"Riptide", I said moaning at the tightness the cuffs gave me.

She turned me back around saying,"Good girl."

She kissed down my bare body making me squirm. She went in between my thighs kissing them. She would trade sides kissing everywhere but where I wanted her to.

"Please", I beg and she slaps my thigh hard.

"Brats don't get to beg. You wait patiently or you get worse", she bit my inner thigh making me whine.

After teasing me in every possible way she finally dove in. I rolled my head back at the pleasure I was receiving. She started to suck on my clit. I moaned and squirmed wishing my arms were free.

"Don't stop please", I say grinding against her face.

"Oh sweetheart. I wasn't planning on it", she said holding the back of my thighs holding me in place.

"S-shit! Daddy can I come", I moaned as my back arched.

"Yea doll come all you want", she said licking my slit up and down faster causing me to come undone.

When I came down from my high she removed her face and I thought we were done. Far from it. I heard a buzzing sound making my body jolt. I looked down at Rhea who was looking at me like she could eat me alive.

I threw my head back against the pillow saying,"Oh f-f-fuckkkk", when I felt the vibrator hit my sensitive clit.

Rhea dove right back into my pussy using her tongue to fuck my hole. The pleasure was so overwhelming that I was gripping the sheets from underneath me.

"You taste amazing babe", she said groaning against my core making the pleasure stronger.

"SHIT! SHIT DADDY! I'm cumming", I scream as my eyes roll in the back of my head and my body shakes.

She smiles knowing that she's not stopping yet.

"Please daddy stop", I say as it becomes too much.

"You didn't want to answer me so I'll make you", she said turning the vibrator up to the highest speed.

I tried to rise away from her but her grip was too strong.

"Okay daddy i'll answer you. I won't be a bad girl anymore just stop I can't handle it", I said as tears rain down my face and all I could see is black due to how far my eyes were in my head.

"You got one more in you. Come on give it to me", she said removing the vibrator and started sucking on my clit like she wanted to remove it.

I came again. My vision was blurry and my body went limp due to the earth shattering orgasm. Rhea came up kissing my collarbone, jawline, and forehead while rubbing my sides softly to calm me down from shaking. When I was finally back she removed the hand cuffs. She went into the bathroom to run us a bath. She came back picking me up placing me in the bath tub, then undressed sitting behind me so my back was against her breast.

"Are you gonna tell me what had you so upset darling", she asked kissing my temple.

"I hate Dom. I know it's your job but it makes me upset to see him on you, calling you Mami and shit", I said turning slightly to look at her.

"Dom Dom doesn't mean anything to me. You're my girl", she says kissing my forehead before adding,"I may be his Mami but I will always be your Daddy."

[slut4calum]

Jealous Hasan

Y/N and Hasan found themselves in the vibrant heart of the city, at a bar pulsating with the rhythm of music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The atmosphere was electric, with dim lighting casting a warm, intimate glow on the diverse crowd.

In their cozy corner, Hasan couldn't escape the magnetic pull of Y/N's presence, her self-assured nature drawing admiring glances from other patrons. As the night unfolded, a charismatic guy approached Y/N, the air thick with the promise of excitement.

"Hey there, beautiful. Can I buy you a drink?" the stranger asked, a bold smile on his face.

Y/N, maintaining her poise, politely declined. "Thank you, but I'm here with someone," she gestured towards Hasan, who nodded in acknowledgment.

The charismatic guy, undeterred, persisted. "Come on, just one drink. I can show you a good time."

Hasan felt a surge of jealousy, his jaw clenching tightly. "She said no, man. Move on," he retorted, the edge in his voice carrying a clear warning.

As the charismatic guy retreated, Hasan's frustration intensified. "Why can't people just take a hint?" he muttered, his tone gruffer than before.

Back home, the tension that had been building at the bar erupted into a heated argument.

"Hasan, I handled it. Why do you have to get so damn angry?" Y/N demanded, her patience wearing thin.

"I can't stand it when guys act like they can't take no for an answer. It makes my blood boil," Hasan snapped, his frustration bubbling into anger.

Y/N, defensive and defiant, shot back, "I don't need you getting all possessive. I can handle myself."

The argument escalated, the air crackling with the intensity of their conflicting emotions. Hasan, struggling to control his anger, raised his voice. "I just want you to be safe, Y/N. Is that too much to ask?"

Y/N, feeling cornered, retorted, "I don't need you telling me what's safe. Back off!"

“Back off? You’re MY girlfriend. Obviously I’m going to get upset when other guys are hitting on you!” Hasan yelled.

“You say that like I’m your fucking property Hasan, you don’t own me!” Y/N yelled.

Hasan’s eyes darkened as he got closer to Y/N, backing her against the wall. “Maybe I don’t own you, but you sure as hell belong to me,” Hasan said, placing his hand around her throat pressing a rough kiss to her lips.

“You liked the attention from that other guy didn’t you?” Hasan said through gritted teeth. Before Y/N could respond Hasan said, “ I know you did, you little slut, that’s okay though, you’re gonna remember who you belong to tonight.”

After pushing her into the bedroom,Hasan ripped Y/N’s shirt off, exposing her chest. His hands trailing down her body, caressing her curves and squeezing her ass. Hasan picked Y/N up and threw her onto the bed, pinning her arms to the bed. Y/N let out a gasp as Hasan began to grind his hips against hers, his hardness pressing against her softness. Hasan’s hands were all over her body, exploring every inch of her. He bit her neck, sucking and licking her sensitive skin, making her moan. Hasan pulled away, and looked down at Y/N, with a smirk on his face. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them up, pinning them above her head. Y/N was helpless, and he knew it. His hands moved slowly down her body, his rough fingers tracing her curves and exploring her body. He grabbed her hips and dug his fingers in, pushing her deeper into the mattress as he moved against her. He took his belt using it to secure her hands to the headboard freeing up the hand that was used before. He took off her boots before making his way back to her hips. He slowly traced his hand from her hips down her thigh then back up her inner thigh under her skirt before stopping at her crotch, he rubbed rough circles on her barely clothed pussy causing Y/N to let out whimpers. Hasan felt how wet Y/N was and smirked to himself pulling his hand away, noticing that his palm glistened he ripped Y/N's skirt down her legs leaving her in only a bra and her fishnet stockings. “You fucking whore, you didn’t wear panties out tonight? You really were looking for attention weren't you?” He seethed. “No sir, I wasn’t, I wanted to surprise you when we got home,” Y/N replied. “Awh how sweet, the little slut wanted to surprise me, that doesn’t change the fact that I am going to punish you,” He grinned, flipping Y/N over and yanking her lower half into his lap. “Count for me baby,” Hasan said before delivering a hard smack to Y/N's ass.

“One,” she yelped. The next smack came down even harder.

“Two,” she said with a slight moan leaving her mouth.

“Oh, you like when I hurt you, guess this punishment is going to take longer than expected,” he said, delivering each smack harder than the last until Y/N was in tears.

“Thirty-two,” Y/N sobbed.

“Okay, I think that’s enough for now,” He said, rubbing her crimson red ass.

“I guess you deserve a reward for taking your punishment so well,” he said, ripping open her fishnets and roughly shoving a finger into her, setting a fast pace. Y/N let out a loud moan, Hasan leaned down into her ear, “If you make a sound, I won’t let you cum, do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Y/N said breathlessly. Hasan’s fingers continued to roughly thrust in and out of Y/N, her orgasm building as he wrecked her with just his fingers. “You better ask for permission to come,” Hasan said. Y/N could feel herself getting closer and closer to cumming, “Can I please cum Sir, please please please?”

“Yes you can,” Hasan said, Y/N’s orgasm washed over her, loud moans falling from her mouth. Hasan’s fingers didn’t stop though, Y/N’s moans just kept growing louder as he overstimulated her. Hasan rubbed her clit as he fingered her,Y/N could feel her second orgasm quickly approaching,”Sir, Can I please cum again?”

“Cum for me baby,” Hasan said, Y/N’s orgasm washing over her, more loud moans and whimpers falling from her mouth. Hasan slowed down his fingers relishing in the noises falling from her mouth before pulling them out.

He stood up, removing all of his clothing before pulling Y/N into a passionate kiss. He laid her back on the bed, “Face down, ass up,” he commanded and she obliged. He positioned himself behind her rubbing his cock up and down her slit collecting her wetness with his tip.

He aligned his tip with her hole pausing to ask, “Can I use you baby?”

“Yes, please, please just fuck me sir,” Y/N begged. Hasan roughly pushed into her, her pussy dripping making it easy for him to slide in, giving her no time to adjust to he set a fast and rough pace.

“Fuck, I love using this pussy, so fucking tight, who does this pussy belong to?” Hasan asked

“You Sir, it belongs to you,” Y/N moaned.

He increased the speed, pounding her harder and harder, his balls slapping against her pussy. “That’s right, this pussy belongs to me,” Hasan said, gripping her hips and pushing her deeper onto him. Y/N’s body was on fire, as Hasan’s thrusts became more intense. He drove into her harder and harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He grabbed her hair, tugging it back as he thrust deeper and deeper, his cock filling her completely. He smacked her ass hard, leaving a slight sting as he continued to ravage her body. Hasan pounded into her harder and faster, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer. His thrusts were relentless and she felt her orgasm building. Hasan knew this and reached around letting one of his fingers trace circles around her clit.

“Come for me,” he commanded and she obeyed, screaming his name as her orgasm crashed through her. Hasan followed soon after, his cock pulsed inside her, his cum spilling out of her as he kept pounding away. He pulled out of her, letting her collapse onto the bed, her body still trembling from the orgasm. He leaned down and kissed her neck, his breathing still heavy. Hasan then trailed his hands over her body, his touch still rough as he explored every inch of her. He flipped her over onto her back, his eyes filled with lust, and she knew he was ready to go again.

“Please, Sir,” she begged, her voice already hoarse from her screaming earlier. He smiled and leaned down, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss as he pushed himself back inside her. He started off slow, teasing her with long, slow strokes, but as her breathing increased and her moans got louder, he began to pick up the pace. He pushed himself deeper and deeper, the sensation overwhelming Y/N as she clung to him.

“You like that, don't you?” Hasan asked, his words dripping with desire. Y/N could only nod in response, her body too busy to form words. Hasan took her response as a cue to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. He started to add in rough slaps to her ass and breasts as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her.

“You're mine,” he growled, his voice filled with dominance. Y/N could only moan in response, her body shaking as her orgasm built up inside her. She screamed his name as she came, her body trembling as her orgasm washed over her. Hasan followed soon after, his body shuddering as he released inside her. He rolled off of her, both of them exhausted from their lovemaking. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. Y/N lay there, her body still shaking from the intensity of the experience. Hasan looked her in the eye, his voice soft and gentle.

“You’ll never forget who you belong to, will you?” He said as he traced his finger down her face. Y/N smiled, her eyes still filled with pleasure, and shook her head.

“No, I won’t.” They lay there for a few moments, both of them basking in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking before drifting off to sleep.

[joocomics]

tags: fem!reader, double date, marking kink, a little bit of jealousy and possessiveness | mdni

Seungmin glares at his colleague’s hand travelling on top of your thigh. The neon lights are flickering at the man’s fingertips, making their presence on your kneecap even more visible than it already is. He cannot look away. In his mind there’s a trapped sick scenario in which both of you are naked together. He imagines going to work every day, and having to smell your perfume from the collar of his shirt, cause he fucked you against the door right before leaving. It makes his blood boil.

The girl sitting beside Seungmin, that one friend of yours, you specifically picked out for him, is speaking at his ear, overexcited about something, but he doesn’t hear a word. The laugh you respond with every time his colleague makes a lame joke, tunes louder than the music that’s pulsing in the club.

Seungmin swallows the rest of his drink, and speaks up for the first time in several minutes.

“I’m going to get us more drinks. Y/N, come help me out.”

You nod at Seungmin’s request, and walk after him.

After you pass by the bar, you ask where you’re going, but Seungmin keeps walking towards a small corridor, not giving any explanation. He opens the restroom door, and pulls you inside. Your fingertips brush over the expensive watch, as the sheer sleeve of his shirt exposes his wrist. You watch him slam the empty cup he brought all the way here, next to the sink. He seems irritated.

“Seungmin, what happened?”

“How’s the date going for you?” He asks, after a moment of silence which he used to control his temper.

“It’s going good,” you say through a smile. “I think they’re both great people, and they’re funny too. What do you think?”

Seungmin turns around to face you. At that point you realise something is off with your friend.

“I think he really likes you.” He walks closer to you with hands, hidden in his pockets.

He stops when someone storms out of the women’s restroom. The woman glances at the pair of you curiously before washing her hands, and leaves.

“There isn’t a minute he’s not looking at you.” Seungmin locks the door after her, before speaking up again. “At your body, at your lips… It drives me crazy.”

A moment later, your faces are just centimetres apart, and you can’t look away from his lips.

“What are you saying?” Your whisper almost gets eaten up from the barely repressed noise of music and crowds shouting, that’s buzzing through the walls.

“I don’t want you near him.” He answers with no hesitation.

“You were the one who gave the idea for this double date, Seungmin.” You remind him, but it doesn’t seem to do anything.

Next thing you know, his right hand is gripping your throat. He moves your chin up, so as much of your irresistibly scent skin is exposed for his mouth to devour. While his warm tongue works its way up towards your earlobe, you stay with your eyes shut and his other hand, cupping your ass.

His mouth marks your sensitive skin with greedy sucking, not taking into consideration how are you going to cover up the next day.

Moving down to your neckline, Seungmin uses his fingers to expose your bare chest, as he pulls the straps of your little dress down your shoulders. He stuffs his mouth with your left boob, eagerly playing with your nipple, leaving you no time to grasp what is happening.

You moan his name over and over again, but not really knowing if it’s to make him stop, or if it’s to beg him for more.

Meanwhile, Seungmin’s hands have already pulled your dress up your legs, sliding fingers underneath the thin fabric of your panties to squeeze your exposed ass cheeks roughly. His body squats lower, and his face gets dangerously closer. Wet tongue, tracing your inner thighs; hungry bites all over your skin, making your back sweat and stick to the bathroom wall. His slim fingers tease the lace of your underwear by pulling on the string, but he doesn’t remove them even a little. You feel his nose lightly brushing your clit through the slightly revealing fabric, and gasp at the way his hot breath immediately soaks through like a kiss.

“Seungmin…” you whimper quietly, although your mind is almost empty now, and you’re not sure of what to say next.

Seungmin gets up on his feet, leaving you dizzy and half naked. He grabs your wrists, and pins them above your head.

“You belong to me,” he whispers in your open mouth. “No one else.”

You look each other in the eyes, before you speak up.

“Get us out of here.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! keep in mind english is not my first language, i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[klausysworld]

can i get a bit of angst with klaus and his girl who’s mad at him?? like she’s not talking to him and he’s clueless. maybe some smut at the end 🤷‍♀️

Please forgive me

Klaus isn’t very good at taking hints. He’s going to need you to specifically tell him what’s wrong for him to fix it.

So when you started being moodier with him he didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t sure if you were upset or mad or tired or what? He wasn’t sure if it was even aimed at him or someone else.

But once you started ignoring him he grew irritated which caused him to say some not so nice things. Regret wasn’t exactly something he was used to and so the feeling made him nauseous as his heart pounded in fear of your rejection.

He discovered that he must’ve said something else to you at some point to make you upset with him. He just had no idea what.

He had brought you breakfast every morning this week, sitting quietly watching as you clean the plate before handing it back to him as though he were your servant. His frustration was getting to him and he wasn’t sure how to respond to it

“Love…? Can you tell me what’s wrong?” He asked as he sat on the edge of your shared bed, nibbling at the skin around his fingers as he awaited any sort of response. Disappointed flooding him as he received nothing.

“Y/n? Love can you pass me the book?” He asked, the book was basically shoved into his arms taking him aback as he stared at you somewhat shocked

“Alright…i understand you’re angry for whatever reason but on what planet am i meant to be able to fix it if i am completely unaware of what’s happened?” He asked growing annoyed, even more so when you continued to scroll on your phone. His eyes flicked to the screen seeing you messaging someone. Without thinking he had snatched the device form your hands and began scrolling

“Niklaus!” You yelled trying to grab your phone but his hand had a tight grip on your arm keeping you away as he looked through your messages

“No, clearly you know something I don’t and if this is how i have to find out then so be it” he grumbled standing up and taking the phone with him. Now you didn’t have anything to hide on your phone but the lack of trust he seemed to have had your blood boiling. You stormed out of the room leaving him and your phone.

Later that night Klaus was sat on the edge of your bed with a confused expression on his face. His head perked up when he saw you getting into bed, he quickly slid in beside you pulling your body to his to spoon you.

“Im sorry” he whispered putting your phone on the dresser beside you both but you didn’t answer

“I know I took it too far” he muttered as he buried his face in your hair

“Im sorry” he repeated. His hands rubbed along your arms before lightly massaging your shoulders. Gently he rolled you onto your stomach. He leaned over your body as his hands worked their way down your back, little kisses left in their wake. His hands smoothed over your ass a few times before tenderly kneading the skin, your eyes stayed shut as you breathed in and out deeply. His hands continued their way down your thighs, calves and feet before beginning to nudge your legs apart.

Wet opened mouth kisses were spread up through your inner thighs as he slowly made his way up. You refused to make a sound as he lightly licked at your clit which coincidentally was already soaked as a result of his hands being all over your body. Unlike usually he didn’t tease you for it, he smiled to himself instead as he eagerly lapped through your folds before returning to your clit.

“Please forgive me” he mumbled before his tongue began to enthusiastically roll against you, forcing a gasp out of you as your hands gripped the sheet. Your back arched pressing your ass back to his head as he moaned against you and sucked gently wherever he could. He groaned loudly sending vibrations up through you, his hands moved to hold onto your hips pulling you as close to him as possible. His tongue dipped into your entrance, teasing the quivering hole. His face was effectively buried in your cunt as you lay there without a care in the world.

You let a few moans out to encourage him to keep going, you could feel how hard he was trying to make you cum as his tongue plunged as deep as it could inside you before quickly rubbing along your greedy clit and moaning into you continuously. You could feel your orgasm coming, he had been going for a little while now but you refused to let him think he had you nice as easy. Holding it was becoming tiring as your body shook and shivered every few seconds. Your body subconsciously moving to meet his mouth, damn near humping his face. Your mouth was left hanging open, eyes shut, brows furrowed as he despised chased your release in order to prove himself.

Klaus found himself almost high on you. Being inbetween your thighs was as close to heaven as he could be and you were letting him be there far longer than usual. He couldn’t stop the flow of noise he let rumble through your body while he sucked and lick at that precious little pearl you were giving him. His tongue moved impossibly fast loving how much your body reacted to him and the way you managed to keep your sounds at bay.

His pride only grew when he found that you were giving in to the feeling, cumming all over his face

“Oh fuck” you breathed while finally letting go, hands squeezing the fabric you held. Your body went back to its nearly limo state as he got up and rolled you onto your back. He was still licking his lips clean as he looked down to appreciate your presence. His hands stroked your face as he pulled you up to him into a hug. You didn’t struggle and instead wrapped your arms around him too. His face stayed in the crook of your neck as he kept you there

“Im sorry” he whispered “please forgive me”

You rubbed his back gently, you couldn’t just ignore him now, not when you could feel how upset he was and how much he wanted to fix what he had done

“It’s okay” you murmured while he continued to cling to you through the night

[bucknastysbabe]

OKOK SO YOU WOULD WRITE FOR VISERYS THE SLUT I HAVE FOUND MY PEOPLE

THIS MAN SCREAMS MOMMY ISSUES I WANT TO PEG HIM SO MUCH THAT HE CRIES OUT OF PLEASURE BUT AT THE SAME TIME I WANT TO PRAISE HIM AND BABY HIM💀😭

So I def went the praise and baby route. With tears OF COURSE. I kinda liked his pathetic ass besides fucking w/ my KHALEESI. I loved writing this— thanks for the ask lovely anon. I PRESENT TO YOU 🥁🥁🥁 ANOTHER TARGARYEN WITH SEVERE MOMMY ISSUES💥

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1,236

Tags: MOMMY KINK, tit sucking, pussy jobs and the like, Viserys rude ass inner dialogue, prostitution, man tears, hyperspemia, no kissing sorry he’s a weirdo

Unwind

Viserys sprawled on the plush bed, the ever present grim look on his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smile. Maybe before the Golden Company laughed in his face after the Prince, King truly, feasted them in hopes of gaining allegiance to take back his birthright.

He and Daenerys were staying in Lys, under a powerful Magister. They’d throw them out before long, so Viserys would take his pleasures while possible. Maybe, just maybe, someone would see him as the King he was. The rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, not that usurper. Viserys promised the Magister the Stepstones in exchange for the crown.

He was waiting on one of the famed Lyseni whores to come to his lush quarters. Requested pale silver-gold hair and violet eyes. Certainly not a ringer for Dany. It ached his soul to think about the idiotic sister of his. But he loved her. Stupid fragile thing.

He palmed his cock, ready for some sort of release, lilac eyes flickering to the door. A soft rap echoed on the gold painted door. Viserys straightened up, sweeping loose curls behind his ear. The whore slunk in with a bow, thick curls of the beaten silver-gold cascading down. She had a sultry voice, simpering, “Your grace.”

He commanded, “Come here girl.”

“Yes, your grace,” she purred.

The pillow girl wore a gauzy purple dress, plush hips and full tits bare underneath. She swayed to the end of the bed, lifting a leg to crawl up before Viserys growled, “I didn’t say you could join me. Kneel on the floor.” Her face was placid but he could see the infuriating little smirk on glossed bee-stung lips.

“Yes my lord.”

Viserys crept to the end of the bed, spreading his long legs on each side of the kneeling whore. Her wide violet eyes peered up at him, long dark lashes framing the orbs. That little tilt of the other blonde’s lips was causing anger to flare in his chest. Viserys snapped, “What’s so entertaining little slut?”

She laughed, a melodic tinkle, eyes flashing in mirth. The Lysene crooned, “The Magister Myrmorro wanted me to relax you. Says you’re too uptight.” Before Viserys could boil over in anger she urged, “Let me take care of you. A good report back to Myrmorro could help your cause, my lord.”

The beggar prince’s jaw ticked, fighting the dragon back to sleep in his chest. He needed to make an impression. If the pretty whore in front of him could help Viserys would have to regretfully obey. He sold his fucking mother’s crown after all. What else was there besides his body, little Dany, and desperate promises.

Viserys grabbed a thick lock of tight pale curls, her eyes fluttering in pleasure. He rasped, “What do you suggest then?” Her lips widened into a grin, hands sliding up Viserys skinny thighs. He raised a brow, tugging to get a quicker answer. She hummed, “Let me take over and you’ll see stars, my king.”

King. He liked that. His cock liked that too.

“Fine then. Work your whore magic.”

She stood up, untying a pouch to her side that Viserys hadn’t seen before. He must have been too invested in her heavy tits. She husked out, a devious look in her eyes, “Would you like me to undress you, my King?” Viserys snapped, “Of course. What did you expect?”

She placed the pouch on a chest and climbed onto the bed, sliding off her gauzy excuse for a dress. Viserys eyes were drawn to her peaked pink nipples, the heavy droop of flesh, marks from growing too fast on the side. His cock throbbed painfully.

She demurred, “Want a taste? Let me get you naked first.”

Viserys somehow was pushed back, elbows cushioning his fall as the woman untied and pulled at his silks and wool, emblazoned with the red dragon of his family. All he could do was stare at her swaying breasts, mouth growing wet. The almost-king couldn’t explain his desire but wanted it so, so, so, bad.

“Lift,” she ordered.

Viserys lifted his hips for her to shuck down his woolen breeches. The boots had already been discarded earlier and his tunic must have been removed in the Valyrian’s trance on the whore’s chest. His cock lay on his pale belly, already flushed a deep red and dribbling pearls of white.

Her blonde curls shifted and shined while she climbed atop his hips. The wetness of her cunt shifted against Viserys own desire, making him whimper. He tried to cover it with a clearing of his throat but the damage was done, she chuckled at him.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he pouted snarled.

“I think you’re endearing,” she caressed his thin hip, “Would you like to suck my tits now, pretty baby?”

Pretty baby.

“Please,” he whispered.

She wrapped lean arms around his shoulders and shoved creamy tits forward. Viserys made a broken noise— overwhelmed on where to even begin. The Lysene thumbed one of his sharp cheekbones cooing, “How about the left? Poor little dragon. I’ll take care of you.”

He wanted that so bad. Viserys had to always fend for him and Dany. Couldn’t relax. If he could just get the throne and servants to indulge his every whim. This was close enough. The Targaryen sealed his lips around a pink nipple and suckled eagerly, hands coming up to paw at the abundant flesh on her chest.

She cooed and writhed against his weeping cock. “That’s so good, get your fill sweet boy.” Viserys whined, sucked, and licked eagerly. He whimpered at the soft feeling of her heavy teats.

His balls suddenly felt very full and achy, sensitive to the point that it hurt.

“M-mummy,” he whimpered, totally lost to the desire clouding his mind.

“Yes baby boy, my sweet boy, suck all you want,” she replied while carding manicured hands through his loose flaxen waves. The angel rubbed her slick pussy against his need, coating it in sweet warmth. Viserys gasped as he pulled back, both hands on her bountiful chest.

He dove onto the right nipple, neglected and ready for the taking. He thumbed at the other one, delightfully slick and puffy from his ministrations. The Lysene moaned softly, encouraging him even more. Claiming his rightful rule to the throne, how strong and smart her king was.

Viserys shuddered and cried around a peaked bud, “O-oh gods, mummy, please! Don’t stop.”

He mewled and sniveled, shoving his face between her pillowy teats. All Viserys could do was rut and chant, “Mummy, mummy, mummy, mmh!” She rolled her hips along his length in smooth glides. Viserys wailed in ecstasy, his overfull balls drawing up painfully.

She moaned, “That’s it, c’mon my baby, cum all over mommy. Make mommy proud.”

“I-I-I will! Oh fuck! Ah- mmh- cumming so hard for you mummy,” he cried. Viserys spasmed and shook with hefty sobs as he came and came and came. It almost hurt how much he painted her cunt and his lap. The beggar king clung to mu-the whore and sucked in air. Roughly, as he couldn’t be bothered to remove himself from her tits.

The woman murmured, “So good baby boy, bet you feel so good. You were full, my my. Just relax and let mommy hold you now.” With another pitiful whine, Viserys did so, just forgetting the stress of the cruel world for once.

[sacrificialangelsblog]

Yuno Grinberryall X Fem! Reader

18+ MDNI!!!

SUMMARY: After a busy day in headquarters, Yuno wants attention.

WARNINGS: (Fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, possessiveness, F - receiving oral, slight teasing)

Gif isn't mine!

It was a stressful day in headquarters. Whether it was training, going on a small mission, or even doing household chores. Everyone was busy.

It was around 7:30 pm. Yuno and I were laying in bed cuddling as couples do. Him laying behind me, his arm around my waist pulling me closer to him.

I was laying in front of his body, my hands atop one another next to my head. My eyes were closed, taking in the warmth of his body that engulfed me. It was nice. Soothing even.

Suddenly I feel Yunos hand slowly sliding up my forearms, resting on my wrist, squeezing lightly. I didn't thing much of it until he squeezed harder.

I turn over, looking at him. His eyes were closed as he slides his hand back down my body to bring my right leg up to rest between his. "Is something wrong?" I ask, as his eyes remain closed.

"Mnm mnm" he mumbles, shaking his head no as he ghosts his fingertips down the side of my body, making me shiver.

I close my eyes again, his hand stopping for a moment to rest on my ass. I was only in a T-shirt and underwear, him just shirtless as I move my hand to push up against his chest lightly, making myself comfortable.

His fingers start to play with the waist band of my underwear, sliding his hand under them to glide over my hip and ass.

"Yuno..." I say quietly, my eyes still closed. "Yes?" He replied as if he was doing nothing.

"What are you doing?" I ask, getting slightly turned on at the closeness of his fingers and my core. "Touching you." He answers calmly.

I sigh to myself as his touches become rougher. Lightly gripping my butt causing my eyes to shoot open and a small gasp to escape my mouth. Him smiling to himself as if he was proud to get that reaction out of me.

"Why?" I ask another question. A bit confused on why he's touching me so sensually, yet making it seem so casual.

"Because you're my girlfriend, and I feel like touching you." The black haired boy says. Sliding his hand back up and down my body.

I can feel the heat boiling in my lower stomach and between my legs. A hitched breath escaping my lips as I feel my underwear getting wetter by the second.

His hand slowly moves lower, moving between my legs almost teasingly. Stopping on the middle of my inner thigh, rubbing his thumb against the soft skin.

His amber eyes open slowly to meet mine before he leans in to kiss me passionately. I instantly kiss back.

The kiss becomes rougher as I move my hand to cup his cheek, his tongue sliding over my bottom lip to ask for entrance.

When I don't open my mouth right away to allow him access, he squeezes my ass again, causing me to gasp as he moves his tongue into my mouth. Exploring it.

I moan into his kiss as he moves the hands that's resting on my inner thigh closer to my core.

He breaks the kiss, looking at me lustfully with desperation in his beautiful golden eyes.

"Is this ok?" He asks, bringing his hand up to start talking my underwear off.

"Mhm" I mumble, taking in his touch as I look down at his hand. "I need words, love." He says, wanting to have my full consent before moving further.

"Yes, please Yuno." I whine, wanting to feel more of him already.

He smiles to himself, proceeding to make of my underwear before moving to hover over me. He leans down to kiss me again, sliding his hand back up my inner thigh to meet my clit, rubbing deep circles into it. Eliciting a moan from my mouth at the sudden pleasure.

My arms move to wrap around his torso, my nails digging lightly into his back, leaving small crescent shapes in their wake.

He moves his free hand to remove my shirt, throwing it somewhere in the room before moving his head down to kiss my neck. Sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin.

He leaves a few hickeys before moving farther down, kissing across my collar bone and down the valley of my breasts. Bringing one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, bringing another moan out of me.

My hand moves to intertwine with his hair, pulling lightly at his soft black locks, making him moan softly in response.

He moves down farther, kissing down my stomach, stopping at my hips before looking up at me to watch my reaction as he slides two fingers into my wet cunt.

I moan loudly, my eyes squeezing shut as my back arches at the feeling. His tongue replacing his fingers on my clit. Flicking and sucking the bud of nerves, erupting another moan from my throat.

He moves his tongue and fingers faster, causing my hips to buck into him at the overbearing pleasure. My hand tightened in his hair. Making him whine, sending vibrations throughout my body.

I can feel the pressure in my lower stomach creeping up on me, "Y-yuno.. mnmm.. I'm close." I moan as my legs begin to shake lightly.

He looks back up at me as his movements become faster. "Fuck Yuno, please dont stop!" I moan. One last flick to my clit and I was sent over the edge. Cumming on his tongue.

He continues his movements a bit longer to help ride out my high before pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. Bringing his head down to kiss me again.

"Did that feel good?" He asks, clearly proud that he made me cum. "Yes" I answer back out of breath.

He kisses me once more before sitting on his heels to unbutton his pants, sliding them off his body along with his boxers. Freeing his once confined member.

He moves back to hover over me once again, positioning himself at my entrance before slowly sliding in. Both of us moaning on sync at the feeling.

He doesn't move for a moment, embracing the feeling of my walls clenching around him as he lets me adjust to his size.

He looks at me deeply, as if to ask if it was ok for him to move now. I nod my head yes before he pulls out to thrust back in roughly.

"Holy fuck!" I moan loudly, screwing my eyes shut. His thrusts creating a rhythm, he moves his head down to kiss my neck again. Sucking another hickey into the skin.

"Your only mine.. no one else's." He moans into my neck. His thrusts becoming faster as his dick twitches inside me.

"Fuck.. yes.. I'm only yours Yuno." I moan, coming close to my second orgasm of the night. His thrusts start to become sloppy, telling me he's close as well.

He moans at my response, giving one last thrust before we both cum. Our juices mixing together inside of me.

He stays like that for a minute, enjoying the feeling of my walls pulsating around his cock before pulling out and falling back onto the bed beside me.

I turn to my side, laying my head on his chest, finally catching up to my breath as sleepiness washes over me.

"I love you Y/N." He whispers, kissing my forehead.

"I love you baby" I say back as I drift off to sleep.

End

Authors note: I hope you guys liked this. It's my first time writing something like this, so I'm sorry if it's not the best😭

[thatboymikey]

I have a request.

Bubba Sawyer, Brahms Heelshire, billy and stu with male reader who's really jealous and insecure of Stretch, Greta, Sidney and Tatum? Lets say they are dating and the boys mention sometimes something about the girls and he gets jealous and insecure, or maybe the reader and them are dating and then they met the girls. As a person who is really insecure and has big jealousy problems it's just so difficult to see a movie where a character i like has some sort of relationship with a woman (not to mention I'm ftm which makes the jealousy 10 times worse) i hope I'm not the only one 😅

(sorry for some grammar mistakes)

Hello, thank you so much for requesting this. I hope you like it:)

Bubba Sawyer: You had been living with the Sawyers for about a year now and you’ve always had feelings for the quiet Sawyer Bubba. It was hard to explain but something about him drew you in. You’d never admit your feelings because you were afraid they would kick you out of their house or worse you’d become their next victim so you never spoke about it.  When Chop top wanted to visit the radio station where the audio clip of them killing two teens last night was being held you decided to accompany him and so did Bubba. When talking with the girl known as Stretch Bubba cut through the wall with his chainsaw. When he saw stretch you could tell he was enamored not only did that cause jealousy to boil within you when he traced his chainsaw against her inner thigh you were beyond jealous. You were furious despite the fact he didn’t know about your feelings; it didn't make the sting any better. You stormed out of the room with chop top and when you got home you lied down and cried into your pillow until you fell asleep. What you didn’t know was that Bubba had heard you crying but didn’t intervene because he didn’t want to make things worse. The next morning Bubba woke you up indicating that he wanted to talk to you. “What's up Bubba?” you ask as you rub the sleep out of your eyes “are you okay?” he wrote down on the notepad you gave him so he could communicate. Tears welled in your eyes again as you recalled the events from last night. “Do you like her?” you ask as you stare at your feet to avoid his gaze only glancing up through your eyelashes to look at him. He was obviously confused as he stared at you waiting for your response. “Do you like that girl we saw yesterday?” you clarified as you looked at him. He shook his head no as he looked down at the notepad and began writing. “I don’t like her I like you” he wrote as he showed you causing your cheeks to flush a bright red. “What?” you say confused as you stare at him like a deer in headlights. He underlines the I like you part on his notepad telling you once again that he likes you. You were shocked never in a million years did you think he would like you back. “You like me?” You asked as you wiped the tears out of your eyes. He nods his head yes as he envelops your hands within his own “I like you too Bubba” you reply with a smile. He pulls you into a tight hug as he makes small noises of joy as he pulls away from you. “Can I kiss you?” You ask as you stare into his eyes he shakes his head enthusiastically saying yes. You leaned up and gently grasped his face and placed a gentle kiss upon his lips. After about a month you had been dating Bubba and it was pure bliss he often gifted you jewelry made of teeth or dead flowers. Although the gifts weren’t the most conventional, you still appreciated them. You eventually grew up courage to tell the family and they were all very pleased that Bubba finally found a partner. Bubba never saw stretch again and only stayed by your side. 

Brahms Heelshire: You had been hired by Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire to nanny Brahms what you didn’t know was Brahms is a doll. Despite this, you followed the rules and treated Brahms like a human child. About a month in you realized that some of your personal items had disappeared such as your hair comb, items of clothes, and even a pair of your shoes. At first, you thought you had misplaced them and you’d probably find them later but after a little while you completely forgot about the misplaced items only for them to reappear after a few weeks. What you didn’t know was the actual Brahms had been watching you for months studying your every move waiting for the opportunity to reveal himself. After about 3 months Brahms had come out of the wall one day when you were reading to the doll. He hovered over you as you stood up afraid to say anything. “Hello,” Brahms said in a childish voice “Are you Brahms?” you asked as you cowered in fear. “Yes,” he replied, opting to use his real voice rather than the child-like one he previously used. This became a regular occurrence he would come out of the walls and expect you to treat him like the doll following every rule that he had. This eventually led you two to begin a relationship. At first, it was great he was a bit possessive but he eventually got over his jealous feelings but you on the other hand had not. It had been 4 weeks after you two began dating he showed you his room inside of the walls. That's when you saw the odd doll with long brown hair and a woman's dress. “Brahms, what is that?” you ask pointing at the doll “Oh it was my old nanny Greta she left after she saw me” he explained as he threw the doll on the ground. Although it was clear he didn’t care for her anymore it didn’t make the pain of thinking he liked her better go away. You became distant although you still followed the rules you pulled away from Brahms he noticed this and confronted you. “Y/n why have you been distancing yourself from me?” he asked a sad undertone in his voice “Brahms… do you still have feelings for Greta?” you ask as your eyes become glossy afraid of his answer. “What no why on earth would you think that?” he asks as he steps closer to you. “I just… I’m not good enough for you, I'm not pretty like her, and I’m definitely not as good as her.” you explain as tears begin to spill out of your eyes “Y/n of course you’re nothing like her you’re you and that’s why I like you.” he explained as he held onto your hands. “Greta didn’t follow the rules and she left me I know you would never leave me as she did.” he says as he begins to pull you into a hug “You’re so much better than her and I don’t have any more feelings for her you’re mine now okay,” he says as he wiped away your tears. “Okay, I believe you,” you say as you hug him, feeling the cold porcelain of his mask against your skin. “I love you Y/n I will never love anyone else” he reassured as he rubs his hand up and down your back to comfort you. “I love you too Brahms I’m sorry I got jealous it’s just I don’t see how anyone could love me for who I am.” you say as you lean into his chest “Well I love you and nothing will change that okay,” he says “okay” you reply as you plant a soft kiss on his smooth porcelain lips. After this whenever you felt insecure about your relationship with brahms he would comfort you and reassure you that you’re the man for him no matter what.

Billy and Stu: You had known that Sydney and Tatum are friend with both Billy and Stu but when you all hung out you couldn’t help notice that they were both very touchy with them although you couldn’t blame them since nobody knew you all were in a relationship you couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous. You hated seeing them both hold onto your boys as if they were in a relationship with Billy and Stu. “Hey Y/n we’re hanging out tonight want to come with?” Stu asks as Billy walks up behind him “Yeah sure is Sydney and Tatum going to be there?” You ask slightly annoyed since it has been a while since all three of you hung out alone “No… Why?” Stu asks with a confused look. “No nothing, I just wanted to know if they’d be there. I’ll meet you guys at Stu’s house okay” you say as you start putting away your books into your locker. “I’ve got to go see you guys later” you say as you lock up your stuff and walk home. “What’s up with him?” Billy asks as he passes a glance to you and then back to Stu. “I don’t know” he replies as he watches you walk out of the building. *A few hours later* You arrived at Stu’s house knocking on the door after a couple seconds Stu opens the door and invites you in with a hug and a kiss. “Hey Stu” you greet as you walk into the living room to see Billy “Hi Billy” you say as you bring him into a hug also giving him a quick kiss as you stand around waiting for Stu to come back. “Hey, can we talk to you?” Billy asks as he sits down on the couch beckoning you to sit down beside him. “Yeah what’s up” you say, afraid that bad news would come along when talking with them. “Are you jealous of Sydney and Tatum?” Billy out right asks as your eyes go wide at the question “N-no why on earth would you think that?” You replied not wanting to share your real answer. “Come on, you can tell us anything” Stu presses as he sits beside you. “Okay yeah I am” you admit as you look down avoiding their gaze. “Why?” They both ask “I just… You clearly like them and they’re better than me and I know that it’s weird to be in a gay relationship with both of you so if you want to break up I get it.” You say as tears begin to well in your eyes “What no nobodies better than you and we don’t want to break up with you.” Billy responds as he grabs your hand. “And we don’t think it’s weird we’re in a relationship I think that we’re different but that doesn’t matter we’ve always been different” he explains as he lightly squeezes your hand for comfort. “And believe me we don’t like Sydney or Tatum. We just let them hang out with us because they’re nice girls and they’re good company but you’re better than them.” Stu explains as he grabs your free hand. “Are you sure?” You ask as you look up at them with glossy eyes. “Yes we’re sure you’re our boy never forget that” Billy says as he squeezed your hand. After you guys talked they often would brush off Sydney and Tatum when they would try to be affectionate and they rarely hung out with them and often turned them down to spend time with you.

[dearlymrme]

Could I please request 33, 25, 16 with Terzo for the nsfw prompts? You’re doing god’s the devil’s work 💙

Me: How can I write these three prompts into the same smutty one-shot while still giving the story a nice flow?

My brain: Just make him kinkier.

Good Friction (Terzo x Reader)

Terzo x Reader || Established Relationship || NSFW || Pantyhoes Kink ||

"You are not going out dressed like that." His tone of voice causes you to freeze just after slipping on your pantyhoes. You stand, leaning against the bed for support, as you stretch the sheer thin black fabric of the underwear up your legs to snap at your waist.

There is an immediate splash of arousal in your stomach from his provocative promise. His tone of voice implies command and has you biting your lip. You glance at him from his place just at the bathroom, his hair wet from the shower. He braces the door frame and looks you up and down with wanton lust in his gaze. It nearly burns you.

Seeing you like this gets his blood boiling in his loins, gets his cock twitching. Why did he even bother putting on pants?

He saunters, and as he comes to stand in front of you, his hands slip up your stockings to your dress, catching the skirt with his thumb and pushing it up as his hands travel your hips and fingers the band of your pantyhose. He stares at him own action with the concentration of a man lost in his own fantasies.

Your mouth waters as his bicolor eyes gaze solidly at your cunt, wrapped in the thin fabric of your hoes. Then it's like a switch has been flicked and his eyes lock with yours, browns furrowing as he grabs you by your shoulders and turn you towards.

"On the bed." He purrs and your walls clench again at his unspoken promise. A tremble runs down your spine.

"I-" You don't know why you're trying to stall. Only good things will come from this. But you know for a fact it's going to be slow going. You know he plans to tease not just you but himself.

"Get on your hands and knees, right now." He growls the command, and you quickly nod before hefting yourself onto the mattress and immediately parts your legs.

You feel the bed dip behind you as you clench the pillows and start to shake in need. His hands crawl up the back of your legs and slide to your hips he flips your dress over your ass and without hesitation smoothes his thumbs over your cunt.

Your whimper as he brushes over your folds while still in your underwear.

"You know what these do to me, princepessa." He growls and you hear his belt clatter before your body jerks against the bulbous head of his cock as he presses it against you cunt through your hoes.

You whimper and shake your ass against his demanding presence, but he grips you hard by the hips and stills you. A whine leaves your throat as you feel his cock head grind against the folds of your pussy and spreads not onky yours but he pre as well against the thin sheer fabric of your underwear.

It doesn't take much with these to get him leaking like an old tap. The thin black fabric shadowing your legs pushes a kink he never considered before. But when they are on you, framing your legs perfectly, making them even softer to the touch. And how much he enjoys ruining them.

He digs his nails into your hips as then slides his cock on the underside of your cunt, between your thighs and closes your legs around him, creating a perfect channel for him to fuck.

The smooth glide of his throbbing member against the fabric of your black underwear has him shuddering on the exhale and fucking your thighs with splendor.

"Fuck, cara. You know better." He repeats breathless and grunts when he catches the inner seam against his cock and your cunt just right.

With each slide of his shaft, even through the fabric, slips across the lips of your wet cunt, spreading the slick and further helping him glide. He moans, bowing over your back and pushing up your dress. You help him throw it up over you arms and tense when he tosses it somewhere away and you hear a clatter.

Your action earns another groan and a kiss between your shoulderblades before one of his hands seeks your breast and begins to roll a nipple, pinching it. Each twist of his finger sends heat shooting to your cunt and a needy whine erupts from your throat. His determination is steadily rising you higher and higher and the possessive drive that it's only you that does this to him.

Terzo picks up the pace and then slides his hand between your legs to part them and plays the head of his cock against your clothed opening. You groan and wiggle your ass back, trying to get more contact, but he misses and slides up the cleft of your ass instead.

"Ah." You sniffle, and tighten your hold on the pillows.

"If you want to come, you better beg." He says, guiding his cock back down between your thighs and then carefully pressing it against your clit. He holds it here, circles the little bundle of nerves and groans, nearing completion himself. With another whimper, you try to rock back, only for him to remove himself from you completely.

"No. Come back. Please." You sniffle and shake you ass as tantalizing as you could before giving into his desires and beg.

"Please. Please let me come. I'll let you do whatever you want. Just please let me come."

His hands grab you by the back of your hoes and your shriek as you hear the loud tearing of the fabric as he rips through it as easily as gift wrap. This is why you don't wear these. He goes through them like his favorite candy. Another pair ruined, it's the furthered thing from your mind when he lines up and thrusts inside of you.

A single long, satifsying thrust that's inatastly has your walls camping down on him as the abruptness of it has you coming. From so empty and starving to stuffed stretched full. Terzo feels you walls quiver around him and bares his teeth, grunting as the warm and slick of your insides pulls him closer to orgasm.

He gives three powerful thrusts to rock you through you climax, gently, like a baby. One, two, three, before he's pulling out and squishing through thighs back together around his cock. His cum spurts and gathers on the inside of your thighs and he groans, rocking himself through the motions.

You can feel the veins of his cock throbbing with each jet of his release and snicker when just the smallest amount manages to spurt through your legs and stain the bed.

Terzo catches his breath and parts your legs to see his cum staining your hoes in thick white globs and smirks as he rubs the head of his cock against his seed, gathering it and watching it crawl against your hoes as he pushes it around.

"What are you, a teenager?" You snicker and yelp as you earn a hard slap on your rear