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savorypink · 9 days

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lollipop — drabble

you, alex, and a tasty treat. what could possibly go wrong?

smut. ft. focus!alex.

“Am I the only guy you talk to?”

Your next eye roll isn’t out of pleasure. It’s from pure annoyance. “Yes.”

His hands demand your body’s attention. They’re rough and swift along your form, fondling your breasts through your shirt. Your nipples stiffen under his recklessness, the lollipop in your mouth nearly slipping down your throat as he thrusts needily into your lap. The air conditioning is freezing against your bare legs, and the cold only increases tenfold as he lifts your skirt higher.

“Good.” There’s a smugness in his tone that makes your core clench in delight. “God, I’m so lucky.”

The chair underneath him emits a nasty creak at his next thrust. Thankfully, tucked away in a quiet corner of the library, you don’t have to nudge him to stop. Alex’s mouth works your neck with hungry bites and kisses. His eagerness to please you is always adorable but incredibly frustrating.

Alex is not your boyfriend, and hickeys are typically off-limits. Though, you don’t mind giving him something to boast about. You have more than enough makeup to cover it anyway.

His kisses pause so he can pop a finger in his mouth, using the wet digit to flick wildly at your clit. You nearly choke on your treat again but let your body slack against his. Your hips do the talking for you as they buck into his fingertip, rubbing away the building ache in your bud.

“That feel good, baby?” His breath is a cool, minty-fresh in your ear. “You like that? Yeah, I know. Gonna make you come. Wanna make you scream.”

That smugness you like is there again. As a hot stream of slick dribbles down his cock, you pop the lolly out of your mouth.

“Alex. Please.” Breathy and needy. It’s almost disgusting.

You hate it when he makes you weak.

There isn’t much further his cock can go with his tip already prodding your g-spot. His cock twitches at your plea, a low groan leaving his throat as he bucks into your heat again. The lolly is gone from your hand, not that you would notice whilst deep in your haze.

What you do notice is Alex’s finger missing from your bud. Before a whine can leave your lips, a moist and firm feeling draws soothing circles around your clit.

Alex keeps a hand clamped over your mouth as his movements with the lolly pick up speed, and whatever control you have over your body shatters entirely. The buckle of his belt clinks as you bounce cutely on his cock. The chair makes that ghastly noise again, and as much as Alex enjoys seeing you like this, he’s not having it. He likes you too much to let anyone see you like this.

The lolly leaves your bud and enters his mouth, but your boy is good to you. His fingers go right back to rubbing you until stars fill your vision.

“I know it feels good, but you need to quiet down for me, yeah?”

#drabbles!#alex turner x you #alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #alex turner fanfic

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rush-the-stars · 1 year

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having insane thoughts about kaeya again i actually want to ruin his life sorry sorry sorry i want to beat him up. i hate him. (no i don’t). i blacked out and finished writing this.

pairing: kaeya x f!reader

cw: toxic dynamic. unhealthy relationship. arguing. slapping (reader to kaeya), fighting, biting, blood, hair pulling, wrestling, smut. no prep, rough sex. no protection. kaeya is a bit of a masochist. public sex? quickie. poor diluc :// sorry diluc :// i promise ill make it up to you and write a fic where kaeya almost catches you fucking the reader </3

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kaeya ducks as the glass you threw at him sails over his head and shatters against the back wall.

diluc is going to kill him if you don't first.

he has to bite back the wild grin threatening to tear across his face as he pokes his head back up. you look furious, glare marring your pretty features, eyes aflame.

god, you look good.

"you son of a bitch–" you curse him and there's plenty of tables and chairs between the two of you so he feels relatively safe in his place across the room from you. because of the distance, you opt for another glass and lob it at him. again, he ducks, let's the glass shatter above his head and rain down in a flare of sparkling light that catches gold in the tavern.

"what the hell is going on up there?" he hears diluc call.

"i'm going to kill kaeya!" you holler back and this time, you clamber over the tables between you two to get to him.

he yelps in surprise, clambering up, but you lunge for him before he can get far. you both go tumbling backwards onto the wood floor, sparks of glass digging into his back and his arms as he wrestles with you. he gets out from under you briefly, until you knee him in the stomach.

a startled laugh barks out of him, a little broken, weak, as you tackle him again. get on top of him.

the slap that cracks across his cheek is enough to make him taste blood. you are a knight, after all, your hits pack heat.

a grin creeps across his face as he touches lightly at his lip, your hips coming down over his to sit on him, pin him down but–

you squeak in surprise now. face going furiously hot.

“are you seriously—?!” you hiss.

his hips flex a little and he presses up against the heat between your own legs.

“you’re sick!” you snarl, voice low and hot and kaeya can’t help the laugh he lets out again, dark and soft.

“c’mon,” he hums, “let’s rough house a little more.”

in one swift move, he shoves you off him and gets you under, flat on your back, legs hitched around his waist. you snap and twist and buck like a wild thing and he grits his teeth through his excited smile, wrestling with you.

it’s artless, it’s just bodies and brute force, shoving himself harder against you. deeper into you.

your struggles must be heard from below. you’re tucked away into a dark corner on the second level. diluc cannot see the two of you from this vantage point. still, he no doubt can hear.

“take your fighting out of my tavern!” diluc shouts.

“one second!” kaeya calls back, laughing again, when he manages to get one of your wrists pinned, “just need to show this little brat whose in charge.”

with renewed vigor, you thrash and turn. growling and grunting.

you kick now, flailing. and then your free hand swats at his face again, connects with another smack, but this time with a little less grace.

it gives you enough wiggle room, though, at least for a moment to get your bearings and turn him over onto his back again. his shoulder knocks into the leg of a table, which screeches and clatters on the wooden floor.

“bastard!” you curse at him, “stupid, lying—“

“i didn’t lie!” he protests, voice going high, amused and clearly enjoying this. especially as he presses his hips up again between your legs just to watch you tumble forward a bit and lose your balance.

your hand flattens against his chest to catch yourself and the angle opens you up to him more. he bites back a groan.

your face is hot, he can tell, hair a mess—wild thing that you are, your chest spills out of your top, onto his own chest. and you’re so warm, so soft on top of him, squirming with embarrassment and anger.

archons, you look good angry.

“fucking—dammit—kaeya—“ you bite out when he suddenly captures your waist in broad hands and drags your hips in a slow roll.

your fingers tighten in his shirt and he feels the faint bite of nails.

“kaeya!” diluc barks from below.

“hit me again,” he whispers.

“what?” you’re breathless.

“hit me again,” he says with a grin.

you hesitate, especially now that he’s got you distracted, that he’s got you in his lap like this. if you were in a private place, he’d already have you laid out, but there’s something thrilling about—

your hand cracks across his face again. this one stings so good that he does groan.

hopefully it sounds pained enough.

before he can even bring his head back from where it’d snapped to the side, you’re seizing his face with your hand and leaning down to kiss him.

this time he has to fight a dark, lewd groan. his eyes roll behind his shut lids, fluttering a little against your cheek.

to keep up the facade, kaeya reaches blindly for the legs of the table. when he finds it, he jostles it, rattles it to sound like there’s more commotion.

you’re grinding down hard onto him now, all on your own. good girl that you are, desperate thing that you are, he loves when you get like this.

you must taste his blood in your mouth when you suck on his bottom lip.

he pulls away, taking in your face, your eyes that are glazed with a simmering sort of lust.

he rolls you onto your back again and thank archons you don’t go easy. you don’t take anything lying down, he knows that, he thinks fondly.

you struggle with him again and in all your kicking, a chair topples over and clatters.

“whatever you two break up there, you’re paying for!” diluc hollers again.

but kaeya is too busy wrenching your pants down, panties coming all in one go and you gasp in shock, eyes going wide and terrified. it’s only enough to get you bare for him, caught around your thighs which are pressed tight and stuck together, so he throws both over one side of his hips.

“bill it to the knights of favonious!” kaeya calls back and there’s a wild edge to his voice, a glint in his eyes that only you can pull out of him.

he unbuckles his own pants just enough, frees himself, aching and so hard it hurts and hot. he grits his teeth when he fists himself, just to press the head up against your slick folds.

your nails bite into his chest.

“kaeya—“ you warn.

with his free hand he covers your mouth.

“bite my hand,” he whispers and before you can react at all, he pushes inside you with a rough flex of his hips and watches your face transform. your eyes nearly cross before they flutter shut, teeth sinking hard down into his palm.

the noise you make behind his palm is thankfully one that could be mistaken for pain. he grips your face hard. grips your waist so hard it’ll bruise. he pants, harsh, trying to get ahold of himself so he doesn’t rut into you like an animal.

although—

“shit—“ he curses, feeling your walls pathetically flutter around him, try to take him.

“i’d say i’m sorry, but i think you deserve this a little,” kaeya husks, leaning heavier into you as he snaps his hips against yours. he can feel how wet you are. how hot.

oh, he’s going to lose it, he knows—

“are you two done fighting?” diluc snaps, “are you going to clean up my tavern? customers will be here soon!”

kaeya reaches out blindly again to shove the table hard enough that it wobbles again, but this time, the glass that had been atop of it clatters uncertainly, before careening to the ground.

it shatters and you gasp in shock as the glass sparks against the two of you.

kaeya laughs wildly, fucking into you a little harder, rutting down, hardly leaving the hot clutch of your cunt.

“archons! are you two serious?!”

you pry his hand off your mouth finally and he realizes his palm is bloody with your teeth marks. your mouth is smeared with it.

“i fucking—“ you get out, —hate you.”

but your eyes are fluttering against your cheeks again and kaeya leans down to catch you in another brutal kiss, lodging himself deep inside you, hardly pulling out with deep, hard thrusts.

your hand tangles in his hair before sinking into a fist, curling hard to pull at the roots of his hair. he bites your lip, catching it between teeth until you yelp a little, until you pull harder.

your other hand claws at his shoulders, half-mauls him, even through his clothes.

“kaeya—“ your voice pitches a little. he knows that sound well.

“sshh,” he hushes, “ssh.” even as his hips don’t slow, breathing uneven, “are you close?”

he breathes it against your jaw, your throat that he then sinks his teeth into desperately.

you pull at his hair again, nodding dumbly, a whimper eeking out of your throat.

he can feel you—your walls tightening up, oh gods, his head is near spinning. heady. delirious with it. he’s lost to the feeling of it all, the quick burn of pain, the molten spark of pleasure. the risk of it all—

your body locks up, and you keen before kaeya’s hand comes up to cover your mouth again and muffle the sound.

he laughs again, quieter, breathless, in awe, as his hips grind desperately into your pulsing walls. sucking down on him. he’s not going to last, doesn’t think he should anyways because—

“i’m coming up there!” diluc warns, which means he must suspect something. kaeya’s heart pounds wildly.

he pushes deep inside you, shudders hard and this time, it’s your hand tightening across his mouth, other hand fisting his hair tight to hold him in place and keep his own moan, which in private would’ve been so desperate and lewd, down behind his teeth. behind your hand. the pressure in his gut snaps to release, expanding in a hot, shocking blaze throughout his body.

he comes hard, deep inside of you. he pants against your hand, only for a moment, before he hears footsteps at the bottom of the stairs.

both your eyes widen and in a flurry of limbs and movement, you’re both shucking your pants back into the right place and trying to right yourselves. kaeya is still twitching and sensitive with aftershocks—wishes he could’ve stayed deep inside you, wishes—

“i swear, if you two are—“

in a stroke of genius, you launch yourself at him again, sending him careening back into the glass. he mindlessly struggles, just as diluc rounds the stairs and sees the two of you.

still fighting, panting, faces perhaps a little too flushed.

diluc seems almost relieved to see it really had been fighting.

but then he sees the state of his poor tavern; the glass scattered around the floor, the chairs that have toppled over, and the two of you. a mess.

kaeya shoves you off of him.

“we’ll clean it,” he promises smoothly, lifting his hands to show defeat, only for diluc’s eyes to narrow on the bloody ring of teeth marks on his palm.

he glances over at you, with a glare still marring your pretty face. and a large love bite now blooming on your throat.

diluc looks weary, tired. and then he sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“kaeya, pull up your fly. and both of you, get out of my tavern.”

kaeya glances down at his offending pants, only to see that diluc is correct—his fly is still down.

your face is mortified.

but kaeya throws his head back and laughs, hard enough that you sock him in the shoulder, bad enough bruise. and enough that diluc snaps again;

“i said get out!”

he hauls you up now and knows when it’s time to make himself scarce, pushing you down the stairs, where the two of you stumble, and out the door.

the sun simmers bronze as it begins to sink into early evening. the two of you must look like disasters in its brilliant light.

he zips up his fly with a crooked, lovestruck smile.

you shove him hard, cursing at him, and stomping away.

“i can’t stand you! what is your problem?” you snap, just as he catches up to you and wrestles you under his arm. you fight him a little, but he secures his bicep around your neck, pulling you tighter to him.

“i could ask the same of you, brat. you’re the one who started this.”

you stop fighting so fitfully, going slack enough that you just lean into his side as you walk together. beneath his arm.

“my problem is you,” you grouse.

“uh huh,” he agrees, and then asks innocently, “not the mess i left ins—“

you elbow him hard enough in the stomach that he doubles over with it, wind knocked out of him. but he laughs again, even as you storm off—

and he laughs even harder when he picks his head up, light from the sun catching across his face, because he knows where you’re headed. he knows where you’ll be, where you’ll always go, no matter how mad and waspish you pretend to be, no matter how bad your bite or your bark.

and archons, he’d have it no other way but this.

because you’re headed to his place—just as you always are.

#kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x you #kaeya x you #kaeya alberich x y/n #kaeya x y/n #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #cielo writes!#drabbles!

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korechthonia · 1 year

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Okay so, let's mash up 2 jangobi tropes that spark joy, and:

The Mand'alor always has a soulmark, leading them to their Be'alor, the other half of their soul. It starts without colour, then burns and gets colour when they meet, or something along those lines, and then everyone who's sworn the Resol'nare can sense and will protect the Be'alor. Right?

But Jango after Galidraan is sold into slavery on a spice ship and honestly it is hell and also he is basically always high and also fully attired (in rags, but you know, the important part is doesn't see the soul mark, like, ever. slavery is bad for hygiene.)

And poor obi-wan in one of his stints in slavery (possibly but not necessarily tied to bandomeer, he gets in enough trouble) and ends up on the slave ship and Jango takes care of him because that is an ad and he is suffering. But also because soulmate.

And then they get off the ship and go their separate ways, and then they realize individually that they met their soulmate but they can't go and try and find them because handwavy plot reason. Mad about it, unhealthy, broke, Jedi duty, whatever.

So then Obi-Wan gets to go to Mandalore! And things start going weird immediately. There is a lot of "wtf is a Be'alor" and "but I've never met a Mandalorian before!" from Obi-Wan and "that's literally a Mandalorian plant on your chest clearly you have" and lessons in Mando'a and culture and fighting from some of the Mandos and "trust in the force" from Qui-Gon probably.

Meanwhile the Ha'atade are protecting Satine to protect Obi-Wan and also searching the galaxy for Jango. And also Kyr'stad are infuriating and try to steal Obi-Wan so then Ha'atade are protecting him too.

it takes a while to find Jango, but then they do, and it's just like... "oh. oh. it's you." and then deep desperate clinging hug because it doesn't matter that you hate Jedi, that is someone you went through hell with. (and then some "I should have known" "but you couldn't have found me")

and then they all yell and fight and fall in love and live happily ever after.

#jangobi #kenfetti #jango x obi wan #star wars #this is a star wars tag #slavery cw #i mean you could have the jedi take obiwan's soulmark away and then he doesn't know but I think there's probably enough going on there #drabbles!#adoptable plot bunny

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mcl4r3n · 9 months

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not to be mushy on main but dando + 35? 🫶

"I want to make love to you," Daniel says, nuzzling into Lando's neck, tickling him with his stubble that's grown out so much now over the summer break.

Lando laughs out loud, unable to hold in his snort while he pushes at Daniel. "That's like, so gay, mate," he whines. Daniel always says ridiculous shit when they're alone, but this one kind of takes the cake.

Except—Daniel's pulling back, bracing himself over Lando, pushing up on his hands while his knees bracket Lando's hips.

"I mean it," Daniel says softly. "All we ever do is fuck and while I enjoy that, I really—I wanna go slow today, if that's okay with you."

Lando's breath leaves him in a sort of wheeze because Daniel looks so serious, and worse, he looks so fucking—fond.

Lando likes him so, so much.

He reaches up to loop his arms around Daniel's neck, rises from the mattress to kiss him slow and deep.

"Yeah," he whispers against Daniel's lips. "Yeah, make love to me, Danny."

#dr3 #dando #ln4 #moss fic #drabbles!#🥲🥲🥲

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ramonathinks · 7 months

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nanami drabble based on this (minors do not interact)

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

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nkogneatho · 25 days

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𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘? 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 𝐀 𝐏𝐕𝐒𝐒𝐘.

— top jjk pussy starved men.

— cw: fem!reader, cunningulus, cowgirl, monsterfucking, squirting, overstimulation, edging, nicknames, pure filth.

— a/n: this is dj khaled's worst nightmare ifykyk, sukuna's is nastier than your room where you're lying in your bed reading this rather than cleaning it.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

"atta girl. atta fucking girl!" satoru was so proud of you for riding his dick like it was your last. your body bounced on his, ass slapped so loud against his crotch that it was louder than the moans slipping from your lips.

gojo looked at you like a beast as he rested his shoulders and head on the bed frame, sitting up a little, making sure to get a good view. you made eye contact with him for a second and watched him stare at your pussy. he had heart eyes watching where you and him connected.

"getting tired, toru. nee—uh! need your help"

"aww princess. thought you'd never ask," his hands traveled your from your bent knees, to your thighs till they reached your ass and gave it a loud smack. you knew the consequences of asking him for help because this man won't stop until you've gone limp.

gojo grabbed a handful of your ass and used it to bounce you on his cock. his triceps flexed as bobbed you till your pussy stretched on his member. you watched as his tongue swiped against his lips and forged into a mischievous grin. his pace fastened and he hit your walls with so much force that it had your bed creaking and his ass levitate in the air for a millisecond.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck!! c'mon, baby. s—stretch it more. wanna cum in this—holy shit—cum in your pretty pussy."

"toruuuu," you cried as you rolled your head back in pleasure, barely keeping up with him.

"look—ahh how pretty she looks swallowing my cock in—goddamn! let's make her even prettier. let's paint her in my cum, y-yeah? fuckin—ahhhh! he moaned practically louder as he shot his load in you, his movements never stopping because he is a pussy starved whore. you could feel his trimmed white pubes stimulating your clit causing her to cum following his climax.

"fhuck princessh! huh! need m-more." you could barely comprehend his words because he was panting so much overstimulating himself. but he still craved for more, living up his pussy starved whore title.

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

"don't fuckin' move," his hand snaked tighter around your thighs.

"'s too much," you cried, fingers seconds away from tearing the bedsheets. toji had been eating your pussy for almost an hour. but the worst part was he hadn't let you come even once. the first fifteen minutes were fun but now it was plain torture. your pussy was so sensitive at this point that either needed to orgasm, or get the fuck away from the animal's face in front of you. is his jaw not hurting? you thought.

"toji, pleaaasee. lemme cum," you pleaded. his lips grinned against your pussy.

"wanna cum, yeah? do it yourself." he pulled away to look at your confused face. "grind this sweet pussy on my face, doll." you were scared he was going to pull something mean again. yet, you did it anyway because your brain doesn't work much when your pussy is hungry.

you were still in the same position, hips starting to jerk against his face. toji stirred his tongue out flat rubbing against your clit. with each thrust, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your high. toji felt it coming before you and to make sure he'd get to drink all your juice, he latched his lips on your pussy as you shuddered when you came.

"anh! anh! toji—ffhuuck!!" his teeth caused you to overstimulate and whine. your body trembled post climax for atleast forty five more seconds before your torso finally laid flat on the body. toji climbed up and peppered you in his kisses, lips covered in your juices crashing against your skin.

"ready for round two?"

"fuck off."

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

"can't fucking run away tonight, can you?"

you never thought you'd ever feel so helpless. sukuna had your wrists pinned abover your head with his two hands, the other two held your thighs apart so he can savour all of that pretty pussy.

his one dick teased your hole and the other rubbed between your asscheeks. you watched in horror as well as excitement as a big mouth appeared on his stomach. you knew he was a monster that could do things like this, but this was your first time seeing it upclose. the mouth grinned before a big wide tongue rolled out it, licking a long stripe that started from your pussy and ended on your tits. you were curious if it could go farther. it did. it forced his way meeting your tongue. but yours was so tiny compared to his, almost invisible under it's presence.

"go ahead. give it a kiss." he ordered.

your jaw finally relaxed as the tongue pulled out, a hefty amouth of saliva drenched your tits, you lifted your head up and planted a kiss on the edge of it. the tongue retracted, and you thought it was over. but it was a mere distraction as when you looked down, both his cocks had filled your either holes, the tip barely in.

"shit. need you more wet." he said before the mouth on his stomach spat on your pussy, your labia soaked as much as the bedsheets under you. the tongue massaged your clit, making you stretch and giving the monster in front of you an opening to attack your hole. sukuna bottomed out and you gasped in pain.

"kunaaaa! ahh—meanie."

"I had to, woman."

sukuna made sure to start with slow thrusts but when he felt your pussy getting used to the size, he started going more intense. he felt you shaking under him so when he looked down you were already cumming. with no second thoughts, he pulled out his cock, and his stomach tongue filled your pussy till the tip could feel your velvety walls.

"he is hungry. let him, sweetheart."

you came so hard that you vibrated against his big body. he felt it. you were about to squirt. sukuna lifted you up in the air so easily on his bigger tongue so that all your juices flowed directly on it and you watched. you felt so filthy but when you looked at him, he couldn't take his eyes off how your pussy juice created a small stream on the surface of the wide stomach tongue. you saw his neck bob as he was savouring the taste of you even though he never took you in his real mouth.

"mmhm. you're sweeter than i imagined." a new mouth appeared on his hand and licked away your tears. slowly, a few more manifested on his body.

"how about you let all my boys taste you?"

@osachiyo @hellkaiserinphoenix @audrinui @ilhvm @wifeyana @rizzmin @venusiansilk @suchawasteofagirl @blondieeu @lavalampfullofsoup @getoloverr @tojilvrs

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aforgottenmercenary · 2 months

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“Future” IRIBEL >:D

Send “Future” for a drabble in which our muses have a family - AIGHT BET!)

CRACK

Logs splitting in twaine as the elder Belmont, only indicated by his roots graying and his skin feeling wrinkliey wiped his brow, giving an exhausted sigh managed to cut the last of the firewood for next winter, aided with his son, Logan, which was damn near a spitting image of him.

"Thanks for helping out squirt."

He along with his boy bundled up the logs with rope to carry them, seeing that his first child, Emmeryn joining in as well, making him ruffle her hair up a bit.

This made her pout a bit playfully, not wanting to have her headband all messed up but still, the affection is there, all three now heading back home to which was added on, be it practical and magical means, but it was still there lovely home.

"Honey~ I got the firewood stocked up for this year."

Seeing his beloved being helped in the kitchen with his other kids, A blond haired daughter and son as well, beaming at them delightfully as the rest halled the Firewood in before opening up their basement pit to place them in and stack down the bundles, grabbing the oldest set.

Belmont sat down his stuff and saunters over to his beloved wife, pulling her in for the the biggest bear hug and kiss that got most of their kids groaning. "Baba, Mama..." They hear out but he just giggled and held onto her., looking to the others with a knowing smirk.

"Okay, okay, we'll stop, but hey if you kids are done with the task, lets go to the crops and do some bow training. First one gets there gets to shoot the scarecrow!"

With the kids cheering and Iris calling him silly, Belmont just beamed at his beautiful wife and kids, thanking fate for brining them together...and living like this forever.

...if only...

#morifactory #iribel ship #DRABBLES!#SQUID GAMES!

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swordsandholly · 13 days

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Thinking about a mechanic!AU where the 141 boys run a garage and need a new receptionist. They hire you because you’re just so cute (great tits) and have a decent resume but it becomes a slight problem when they realize you’re a bit… dense.

Total ditz to be precise.

But they can’t really get mad when you get the keys for clients mixed up and look at them with those big eyes all teary and a little pout pushing out your lower lip.

Price is the most patient, perfectly content to walk you through how to file paperwork and fill out forms. Instructing you in a low voice while his breath brushes the shell of your ear. It’s really their fault for having such a terrible system, you know? Don’t worry about it too much, dove. He’ll settle his big hands on your shoulders and gently trace up and down your arms. See? You’re getting it. Just needed some more practice, hm?

Johnny is more than happy to show you around the garage, rattling off everything he knows about all those nitty gritty details that go right over your pretty little head. He’ll pop open the hood of some sports car and point to the engine to show it off. No, bonnie, you’ve got tae get in close. Closer.

Until you’re bent entirely over in one of those too-short skirts you wear everyday. It takes all his willpower not to yank you into the supply closet.

Gaz is just so sweet to you. Always bringing you little treats and candies to suck on. To help you concentrate, of course. Always greeting you with a soft ‘baby girl’ at the beginning of your shift. Whenever you’re standing around be it at the printer or counter - wherever really - he’ll slip a hand on your waist. It always trails a little lower, his pinky just edging on the hem of your too tight jeans.

Ghost gets frustrated with you to the point of causing tears to well up in the corners of your eyes. He’s feels guilty, sure, but bloody hell just print the damn receipt. He avoids you for the most part. Until one evening when it’s pouring down. You forgot your rain coat of course, silly girl. He offers you a ride which you take happily.

After that he can’t get rid of you. You bring him coffees (how you remember his order word for word but not where you last left your own cup is beyond him) and giggle at his jokes. When a client gets too snappy or too loud he’s the first to step in - standing behind you glaring at them with his huge arms crossed over his chest until they back down.

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m-ayo-o · 2 months

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You were introduced to Toji Fushiguro only seconds ago, but he's already thinking about how many inches he could fit inside you.

He eyes you up and down through your clothing, as if he's measuring the space from your pelvis up to your midriff.

"Should be enough."

He mutters out loud, speaking his mind.

"Pardon, Mr. Fushiguro?"

He wonders what your ass would look like in his hands, how your breasts would fill his fists, and then he imagines... how you'd sound when you cum all over his dick.

He knows he won't have to wait long.

#jjk x reader #toji imagine #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk thoughts #jjk drabble #toji drabbles

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laurasimonsdaughter · 2 months

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Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

#dragon #dragons #sorry sis <3 #laura drabbles #fantasy #this was accidentally inspired by the moviestruck podcast

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korechthonia · 4 months

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Sense8 Star Wars AU

Sensates are inherently force sensitive as the mycelium is an aspect of the Force, so they are more likely to be Jedi, but not all Jedi are sensates

once searchers find multiple FS born on the same day, the day is added to a list for future reference and monitoring galaxy wide for potential finding other clustermates

Jedi adjust most easily to being born as sensates, and being detached from emotions helps them control their connection

Force inhibitors function as blockers, but psy blockers target specific parts of the Force so it's something separate (Jedi avoid them still)

Obi-Wan's cluster includes maybe Garen, Pre Viszla if you feel like chaos?

Anakin's cluster includes someone on Melidaan, because yes.

Luke and Leia are in the same cluster.

Sapient independent thought (SITh) - Sith commit clustercide as a matter of course (and in fact the fact that Maul's cluster hadn't been born meant he couldn't be a True Sith)

#sense8 #star wars #this is a star wars tag #drabbles!

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suguann · 3 months

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Virgin!Gojo who thought you only wanted to make out when you came to snuggle on his lap, but now he's muffling hitched groans into your shoulder, thighs spreading unconsciously as you grind onto his steadily hardening dick.

"Toru it feels so good," you whine.

Your fists twist into his sweater, and his thighs twitch at how eager you are. His last slip of restraint is when he finally looks down to find a wet patch on the front of your panties and how you're starting to form a dark gray spot on his sweats.

"Want you to touch me." Your voice is sweet and indulgent when you grab his large palm and slide it down your front to dip between your legs. "Please."

Virgin!Gojo who's throat bobs when he swallows, his fingers drawing slow, unsure circles against the cotton hiding your cunt from him, letting out a low groan from finally feeling the mess you made.

"Fuck—yeah, okay, baby, but just this and then we finish our movie."

But after you cum on his fingers, the movie becomes nothing but white noise playing in the background.

Virgin!Gojo who lasts all of a minute and a half, cumming as soon as you roll the condom on, and he hides his face when you breathe a soft little, “oh.”

But then his softening dick jerks when you touch the drying cum on his stomach, and bring that finger to your mouth.

“It tastes good,” you smile, then scoop up more and drag it between your legs. “Can you do it inside me next time?”

It's the fastest he's ever gotten hard before, and once he's finally inside you, he's not sure why he wasted time with a condom when he's pretty sure the soft-wet between your legs ruins him for other women—his eyes rolling back at the slick feel of your tight-hot walls gripping his cock.

Because it’s the only cunt he ever wants to have.

masterlist

#gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru smut #jjk drabbles #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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moechies · 3 months

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nanamin’s sensitive balls :( <3

his balls are always so full and so stiff, no matter how many times he cums. and that’s what makes them so terribly sensitive, especially when they press against your plush ass when he takes you.

but when your lips are wrapped around his balls, he swears he sees fucking stars. his breath labors, one hand slowly tightening in your hair as your sucking gets sloppier, and his balls get wetter; he can barely stand it.

“f-fuck.. darling, hold.. hold on..”

you whine around him when he attempts to pull you away, but you’re not willing to do so. vibrations from your throat shooting straight to his cock, allowing it to leak short spurts of pre and dirtying his tip.

and when he feels your hand crawl up to his cock, he loses it.

he moans like a loser, feeling all of what your small hand has to offer, desperately jerking at his leaky swollen tip.

“fuck, fuck, fuck..”

he can’t seem to spew anything else, head thrown back with his abs violently convulsing at the overload of pleasure.

he ends up cumming so much he’s basically shooting blanks, cum spilling all over his tummy with a bit spurting on your flushed face and in your hair.

he’s still panting heavily when you crawl up to his torso thinking you’re about to offer him a sweet kiss, but instead you go to lick a long stripe of cum off your husband’s stomach.

you end up having to take off work the next day. :((

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #<333 nanamin #nanami x reader smut #nanami x you #jjk nanami #jujutsu nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami smut #nanami kento #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

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nkogneatho · 2 months

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can't stop thinking about king!gojo who is so strict and intimidating in his court. the whole kingdom is scared of him. when he walks in the room, the chatters immediately silence as if you could hear even a pin drop clearly. when he speaks, everyone holds their breath and only exhale when the king is done with his sentence. his voice is not loud or hoarse either. it's mellow and alluring. but people know behind that sugar laced voice, is someone who shows no mercy who does him wrong. people have seen him behead his enemies within five seconds in the conversation. he spares none. he is ruthless. but you...

you are his weakness. his queen. no one knows what happens behind the castle's door. no one knows how he gets on his knees, kissing up your ankle to your thigh as he slowly lifts your night gown. no one knows how he is pleading you to let him have a taste of you. kissing it and licking it. nobody knows how their ruthless king has your thighs choking him as he eats you. the same voice that sends shivers down everyone's spine is now begging you to make a mess on his face. if someone were to glance at your window, they'd see his pale face glistening in your juices in the candlelights, blood rushed to his nose and cheeks like he has taken an aphrodisiac. your hands tugging his white strands. you take your hand back before you pull too hard and hurt him but he yanks your wrist forward, placing them back on his head. he looks up at you, parting his face from your core.

"pull till you see tears in my eyes. it is an order."

fuck. king's order. what choice do you have despite following it.

#i should stop yapping about gojo tbh #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #writers #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x y/n #royal au #jjk drabbles #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x y/n

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fmhobeus · 2 months

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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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