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pinknightsinmymind · 10 months

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thinking of abby whispering sweet nothings to you while you’re deep throating her strap.. I need to be sedated.

【 look so pretty from up here - abby anderson | NSFW 】

abby anderson x fem!reader

wc: 3.4k

content: porn without plot, farmer!abby, established relationship, wife!abby x wife!reader, slight dom/sub dynamics, size kink bc abby likes towering over you when you're on your knees, strap-sucking, strap-on usage(r!receiving), face-fucking kinda, clitoral stimulation(r!receiving), slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, breeding kink, calling the strap a dick/cock, use of pet names(baby, love, honey, etc.), maybe some SLIGHT masochism, okay some cervix-kissing for fun, aftercare

a/n: oh anon you're a genius. so um this took me a while to write lmao. ik you didn't ask for it but you're getting farmer!abby with this so pls enjoy. this au was inspired by @jupiter-va and their farmer audios and something me and @moodywyrm came up with one fateful, summer day. anyways, i hope you enjoy it!

Abby’s eyes never once left you as you began to kneel on the wooden flooring in front of her. She could feel her breath shortening as she watched your knees touch the floor, the way your eyes glistened when you looked up at her. She’s feeling drunk already, so enraptured with the way you looked obeying and submitting to her so easily. Maybe she had planned this out starting earlier today when she saw you cooking in the kitchen, saw how hard you were working, and the only thing on her mind was pleasing you all night. And maybe she already had her strap waiting underneath her sweatpants for you. She grabbed onto the waistband and pulled them down her legs, and your eyes widened when her strap was revealed to you.

Abby was looking down at you from where she stood now, and you loved the way she looked. You loved looking up at her, the position on your knees creating a delicious power dynamic. She towered over you immensely like this, and it made you feel so overpowered. You felt like you were at her mercy, and that’s what made the throbbing between your legs so intense. She wasn’t going to fuck you just yet, something you both knew, but what Abby also knew was just how much you got off on sucking her strap. You loved every second of it, loved the way she felt in your mouth.

It’s not like she’d feel it—unless she had one of those days where she had a case of phantom dick, then maybe she would—but, God, did you love to act like she could. The way you looked with your lips wrapped around her strap was obscene, and she could never get enough of it. The sight, the sounds you made, the way you loved being teased, it all overwhelmed her. It made her dizzy, her mind hazy with power and all the things she wanted to do to you. Sometimes when her days didn’t go right, or if she had a difficult time during planting season, she liked to take it out on your throat. It made for a good stress relief, especially when she got to fuck your cunt afterwards knowing her strap was covered in your spit.

Abby was prodding your lips with her strap now, watching how your eyes widened at the sight of her before you. She knew you were getting wet from just this alone, knew the filthy thoughts going through your head with each passing second.

“C’mon. Open up,” she ordered. You did as she said, and she nearly moaned from the sight of your lips wrapped around her strap alone. You slowly swirled your tongue around the tip, then kissed it a little afterwards. You licked up the side of her strap’s shaft, looking directly into Abby’s eyes as you did so. “Fuck,” she hissed. She couldn’t help it. You knew what you were doing, knew the perfect moments to look her in the eyes, knew just what it took to drive her crazy. After teasing her a bit, you returned your lips to the head of her strap and started taking it into your mouth. The tip isn’t hard to take—it never is—but it’s when you start taking in more of it that the challenge starts. Abby’s filling your mouth up, taking over your senses, as her cock sinks in and you’re brought closer and closer to her pelvis. Her hand rests gently at the top of your head as she helps guide the strap deeper into your mouth. “Jus’ like that,” she breathed. Seeing the way her strap has almost completely disappeared into your mouth was making her breaths get shallow. You were looking up at her the entire time with wide eyes as she sheathed herself deeper and deeper into your mouth. You were almost there, almost had all of it in your mouth, and Abby was growing increasingly impatient. She just wanted to jerk her hips already, to grab onto your hair and give you what you both wanted, but she needed to hold on. She needed you to get adjusted before she could do just that.

The seconds that passed were dripping heavily with anticipation until she was finally where she wanted to be. Her strap was all the way down your throat, the tip of your nose almost pressing against her mons pubis. She heard a small gag followed by a whimper leave your mouth. She found herself rubbing her thumb across your cheek following the sound.

“It’s alright, baby, you can take it. You can take it, right?” she teased. You pathetically tried to nod your head, but she knew just from the desperate look in your eyes that you could. “Yeah, I know you can. You’re gonna take me down that pretty throat of yours, right?” She stroked your cheek so softly as she watched you, and she didn’t miss at all how you squeezed your thighs together. “I want you to suck it yourself before I give you what you want, so you better start now.” The words had barely left Abby’s mouth before you were bobbing your head on her strap, taking her into your throat so deeply with each movement. The cries and gags leaving your mouth were so addictive to Abby, and she found herself groaning in unison with them. There was drool leaking down the sides of your lips, tears brimming your eyes already, and Abby was so in love with the sight.

“Look at that,” she gasped. “Takin’ me so good. Yeah, take it, baby. Look so good with your pretty lips around me.” You grabbed onto Abby’s thighs to ground yourself as you deep throated her strap, so content to have her so far into your mouth. You moaned a little at the feeling of her touching the back of your throat, another gag leaving your lips. Abby felt so overwhelmed, and she was so close to just grabbing your hair and fucking your face. She hissed when you looked up into her eyes after taking her into your mouth again. The friction was just enough to rub against her clit every once in a while, and it felt so good. Fuck it, she thought. She couldn’t help herself anymore, and she had been patient long enough.

She grabbed onto your hair and began to glide your mouth up and down her strap. She was groaning even more now, loving the way you surrendered almost immediately. The noises leaving your lips were so dirty, but she loved every single one like the notes of a melody. Your hands had released their grip on her thighs, which allowed her to move you even more freely like she wanted.

“Fuck, baby, jus’ like that. Love takin’ my cock down your throat, huh? Love when I fuck your face like this?” Abby heard a moan leave your lips, and at first she thought it was one of the typical ones you made while sucking her strap, until another one left your lips. And another. And then a whimper. Abby looked down, and noticed immediately the hand you slipped underneath the waistband of your panties. She felt her arousal shoot through her body, her pleasure intensifying in seconds. “You’re gettin’ off on this?” she asked. This wasn’t news to her, as you usually did get off when the two of you did this, but seeing and hearing you touch yourself as she was down your throat always drove her crazy. “Yeah, keep doin’ that, baby. Touch yourself all you want while you take me. You deserve it for bein’ so good, for lettin’ me use you like this.” The harness was still rubbing against her clit, and everything about this moment was just bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Your knees were hurting as the wooden flooring dug into them, but you didn’t care. You’d stay here for as long as it took, no matter how many tears fell down your face. The pain made it feel good—better, even—as you kept circling your clit. The pleasure Abby felt was unmatched, and seeing how teary your eyes were encouraged her to keep bucking her hips. She was moaning uncontrollably, so taken by every moment of this.

“Want you to cum from sucking me off,” she moaned. “Can you do that? Huh? Will you do that for me, princess?” She didn’t need you to say anything else because she knew you would. You were always so good for her, and she could tell by the choked moans leaving your lips that you were getting closer. “Jus’ take me for a li’l while longer, baby,” she breathed. “I’m almost there.” She was thrusting her hips into your mouth so messily, unable to keep her cool in the face of her release. The pleasure shooting through her body was hot as it pooled in her stomach, clouding her brain the closer she was to the verge of cumming. With a few more thrusts, she found herself moaning loudly as soon as her climax hit her. It was intense, and her hips slowed down as it washed over her and her body. She felt so, so good, unable to speak as her mind went blank. You were still fucking yourself in the midst of all this, feeling yourself getting needy and desperate from watching your wife cum. You knew how close you were, quickening your pace to reach it faster. Abby’s hips finally stilled, and she pulled her strap out of your mouth. Seeing as Abby had just finished her climax, you knew she would soon turn her attention towards you, so you removed your hands from your panties. Abby, however, noticed this immediately, and didn’t seem to appreciate it.

“Uh-huh. What are you doin’?” She crouched down to be at your level. “Did I say you could stop? I want you to finish.” You looked into her eyes as you returned your hands to their previous place, the moans leaving your lips almost immediately. You’d be good. You’d be good just for her, finding yourself only encouraged further with the way her eyes were boring into you. You never thought you’d be so into Abby watching you like this, but it made all the bliss you felt that much more intense. “Tell me how good you feel, love,” she instructed, caressing your face so gently.

“I feel so good,” you whimpered. Your voice was raspy as you spoke, but you didn’t care. The fire in your stomach was so intense with the way Abby stared into your eyes, the way she looked your body up and down. “I like that you’re watching me.” You could barely get the words out as you moaned, your orgasm building and building.

“You like that I’m watchin’?” she repeated. “God, you’re dirty, but you’re so perfect. Perfect jus’ for me.” She kissed your cheeks that were wet with tears, her lips skirting over your skin with her warmth. Her kisses traveled from your cheeks to your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving behind purplish-red marks. You were close, and you were just about to cum, until Abby grabbed onto your wrist.

“Abs, I was gonna—”

“I know you were,” she said cockily, “that’s why I stopped you. How about I take over? Would you like that?”

“Yes,” you answered.

“Take my hand, then,” she said in a low voice, “and put me where you want me.” Her hand was warm as you took it into yours, leading it past the waistband of your panties and placing it on your clit. You spread your legs wider to accommodate her and so she could have better access to your cunt. “So wet,” she whispered, before finally circling her fingers around you. She chuckled when she heard the desperate whines leaving your lips. You could feel yourself getting closer again from just her touch. Your body was heating up, your orgasm building and building as you grinded against Abby’s fingers. It wouldn’t take much more for you to cum. “Don’t even worry about askin’ for my permission,” Abby spoke up. “You’ve been so good for me, so cum when you’re ready.” Her words just spurred you on, encouraging you to reach your orgasm faster.

“Fuck,” you swore. Abby’s touch was electric, and she was touching you just right. You could feel the fire was close to consuming you. Just a few more, and—You could feel yourself cumming then and there. Your moans were loud and desperate as your orgasm overcame you, unable to control them when you were cumming so hard.

“Yeah?” she asked teasingly. “Jus’ like that. Jus’ what I wanted from you, honey.” When you finally came down, Abby removed her hands from your panties and licked her fingers. “Did so good for me, love.” She gave your lips a soft peck. A devious smile spread across her lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.” Her fingers grabbed onto the waistband of your panties, toying it between her fingers, pulling it away from your skin before letting it go again. “Tell me you want it. You want me inside you?”

“Abby, please. Don’t tease me. I just wanna feel you so bad.” Your hand gripped onto her forearm as you looked at her with pleading eyes. You couldn’t handle her teasing anymore.

“It’s alright, baby, I got you. Let me get you in bed.” Abby stood up and without any effort pulled you to your feet with her. You got onto the bed without hesitation and let your body rest against the soft covers and pillows, a nice reprise in comparison to the hard, wooden floors. The bed dipped underneath Abby’s weight as she joined you shortly after, her hands reaching out to grab onto your panties. You lifted your hips up to help her pull them down your body, and once she had them off you, she deftly climbed over your body. She was hovering over you as she pulled your t-shirt off next, kissing all the way up from your stomach to your lips. As she kissed you, you could feel her fingers running through your folds before inserting two of them inside you. You gasped into her mouth at the suddenness, but not before long you were moaning instead. She was rocking them inside you so good, filling you up and relishing in your wetness. “Fuck, took me so easily,” she whispered. “I think you’re ready for my cock. What d’you think?”

“I’m ready, Abs. Just put it inside me.”

“You sound so desperate, baby, but it’s okay. I always give you what you want, don’t I?” She pulled her fingers out of you, but not before grabbing onto her strap and lining it up with your entrance. You placed your hands on her shoulders, feeling Abby slowly thrust her way into you. Abby made eye contact with you as she did so, her hips getting closer to yours the farther she sunk into you. She could see your face twisting from the intrusion, and she was careful not to hurt you. All she wanted was for you to feel good. Finally, her hips were flush against yours, her strap all the way inside you. She let out a sigh at the feeling, feeling herself get turned on at the thought of thrusting inside you.

“Are you ready for me to move?” she asked, and you nodded. “I shouldn’t have to remind you. Words, love.”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Need to feel you.”

“I got ya, baby, don’t worry.” She started moving her hips against yours, and you found your arms wrapping around her neck in response. Her thrusts were slow and steady, but they had the right amount of force to knock the breath out of your lungs. She was dragging against your walls just right, the tip of her cock hitting just the right spot. Everything she did was just right. You couldn’t help the cries leaving your lips at how good you felt. “I know, I know,” she comforted you, emphasizing each of her words with another slow, languid thrust. She felt so good inside you, filling you up just like she’s needed all day. “Feels good, doesn’t it? I know it does. God, listen to the way you're moanin’ for me.” Abby couldn’t stop herself from talking to you like this, so overwhelmed from how amazing it was to pleasure you like this. She was obsessed with the way you took her so easily, the feeling of your wetness on her thighs, the sounds you were making. Every aspect of it made her feel high, and it encouraged her to keep fucking you just like you deserved. She buried her face into your neck, close to your ear as she started whispering. “You’re so good for me. So, so good. Every part of you is so delicious, so beautiful to love. I love makin’ ya feel good. I’m so obsessed with it.” Abby’s words were rushed and delirious. Her mind was once again going blank.

“Abs,” you moaned. Your grip around her back was tightening with every thrust, and you couldn’t stop your hips from rocking back into Abby’s. “I love you, Abs.”

“I love you, too, baby. That’s why I’m gonna make you cum on my cock. You got that?”

“Yes, fuck,” you whimpered. You could feel Abby bottoming all the way out inside you again, obsessed with how much she filled you up.

“Jus’ wanna fill you up. God, I want you to have my kids.” Abby’s thrusts stuttered a little bit as she uttered those words, unable to contain herself at the thought of what she had just said. Her words made you feel on fire, and the idea of her doing what she said was making you even wetter. Within time, Abby regained the steady rhythm she had set, but not before delivering a particularly hard thrust, and you felt it hit your cervix. You whimpered in response, unable to contain yourself. She was starting to pick up her pace, the sound of her skin slapping against yours while she fucked you getting louder.

“Abby, oh, fuck, harder, harder,” you pleaded. You didn’t have to ask Abby twice as she was already doing as you asked, ramming her hips against yours just like you needed. With the newfound roughness of her thrusts, you could feel yourself getting closer. The gathering heat in your stomach was so delicious, and every time Abby’s strap entered you completely, you could feel it growing. She was satisfying you so well, bringing you close to an orgasm once again. Abby had begun kissing your neck, leaving behind wet kisses and licks in her wake. She knew how good she was making you feel, and with the state of your pathetic moans, she knew just how close you were. She wanted you to cum all over her, to make a mess all over the bed. She wanted to see just how good she made you feel.

“Close?” she teased.

“Hmm, yes, Abs, I’m so close.” You felt Abby hit your cervix again, and the strangled cry that left your lips had her smiling into your neck. She loved hearing you.

“Jus’ like that, pretty girl. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel. Show me why you deserve to be filled with my cum.” Abby kept thrusting into you, hitting the spot you needed, and with one last thrust you felt yourself cumming. Your moans were loud—the kind that wouldn’t be allowed if you were still living in the city—but the best part of living on a farm is that there’s no one around to hear. That’s what Abby liked about it, too, because she could make love to you and make you scream from an earth-shattering orgasm whenever she wanted. “That’s it, that’s it,” Abby whispered. “Fuck, baby, you did so good for me.” Abby stayed inside you even after you came, letting you catch your breath and calm down before she moved. You eventually unwrapped your arms from around her neck, and that’s how she knew you were ready. She picked herself up from your body and slowly pulled the strap out of you. It was covered in your juices, and a small sigh left her lips as she stared at it.

“How good?” you joked. She laughed as she looked at you.

“So good you wouldn’t believe,” she replied. “I know you must be tired, so I’m gonna make you some tea, okay? Jus’ get in bed and wait for me.” She gave you a quick peck on the lips before getting up from the bed.

“Thanks, Abs,” you said. She smiled.

“Anytime. Now let me go make that tea.”

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader smut #tlou x reader

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milkiangl · 1 year

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pornstar!ellie making vids teaching inexpierienced lesbins how to make a girl cum

*her tattooed arm flexes with each pump of her fingers, your pretty little cunny gushing onto the bed and down her wrist. “please ellie pleaseee” you whimper “please lemme cum i’ll be good” “shh” ellie hushes, be a good girl for me and take it. wouldn’t wanna disappoint our fans huh baby?”

pairing: camgirl!ellie williams x fem!reader.

warning: smut! vaginal fingering (f! receiving), exhibitionism, dirty talk, consensual recording of sexual activity, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, mean!top!ellie, feminine nicknames, bottom!reader.

note: i’m currently jumping up and down in 2x speed, squealing over this!! you’re an actual genius, anon and i DROOLED the first time i read this. i would formally like to give you a big ol’ smooch!!

“Be a good slut and ride my fingers. There you go. Just like that.”

The slick pooling from between your thighs glistened under the low light, Ellie’s fingers plunging in and out of your dripping cunt at a vigorous pace; causing an ultimately filthy squelching sound to bounce off the four walls of your bedroom.

Hiking your knees up; shaky legs spread, Ellie positioned the lens of the blinking red camera directly in view of your abused pussy to catch the way it practically swallowed her long fingers.

“Then, you’re gonna wanna to pay extra close attention to their clit.” Ellie spoke to the camera, her thumb beginning to rub agonizingly slow circles on your sensitive button without breaking her pace; your figure jutting into her touch as incoherent whines fell from your swollen lips. “See, look how reactive my girl is. All puffy and neglected, huh? Poor thing.”

As her speed finally quickened, your breathing sped up into an erratic pattern while the knot in your tummy grew tighter and tighter; chasing her touch and your climax. “Ellie, m’gonna cum.”

With that, a harsh strike of her palm came in contact with your clit; causing you to let out an abrupt sob. “Nuh uh, not yet. Tryin’ to teach them how to make eager sluts like you feel good. Take it and don’t be a selfish brat.”

Not being able to make out what she says after that, your brain goes fuzzy and your ears begin to ring. So without warning, you felt her warm tongue suddenly lick a long stripe up your parted folds. Your body writhing and shivering beneath Ellie’s strong grip, mewling from her wet muscle replacing her fingers and already starting to drill in and out of your dripping; tight hole skillfully.

Once you felt her lips enclose around your sensitive clit, suckling harshly, you whimpered from the intensity.

“Oh! EllieEllieEllie, please! Need to cum so badly!” Her name mixed together into one syllable as you rocked your hips against her mouth greedily, weeping center clenching around her tongue.

Looking up at you from between your thighs, your slick coating her swollen red lips and chin as a triumphant smirk takes over her features.

“Go ahead, bunny. Look at the camera. Need everyone to see how fuckin’ pretty you look when I make you cum.”

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l0v3tast3 · 10 months

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damn right!!!! pervy neighbor!toji would indeed end up having the reader move in with him and he will absolutely love iiiit... that means he can’t have his hands to himself at all, like imagine him fucking the reader and filling her up in in the morning before she goes to college, and later when he comes back from work he can have her again without any worries to be interrupted (still tries to get the reader preggo tho)

damn fucking straight anon!!! you're so damn right...... *kisses u on ur forehead* ur a genius anon ur so smart mwah !! (๑˘︶˘๑)

toji is quick to interrupt your broken whines about being late to class by pressing harder against your upper back, pushing you down from your elbows until your head is turned, the side of your face pressed into the mattress. "you're still thinkin' about that?" he breathes, using his other hand that's gripping your ass to pull you back and forth on his dick like a toy. toji's goal, other than seeing you swell with his baby, is always to make you as dumb as possible before he sends you off to college. it's adorable watching you stumble frantically out the door on wobbly legs, glaring at him while you give him a quick kiss on your way out.

once he lays his chest over your back and buries himself as deep as possible to cum inside you, toji tells you to make sure not to spill a single drop with a salacious grin and a filthy kiss that leaves a string of spit between your lips. as angry as you pretend to be with him for making you late to your first class of the day, toji always hears his phone ding! with a text from you a couple of hours after he leaves for work. he knows by now to open it while he's on his own. you'll send him a picture in a bathroom stall of the mess he made of you with a text saying how much you missed him and needed him to fill you up again. toji just doesn't understand how he managed to get so lucky with his sweet little girlfriend.

after he spends the rest of the day with an aching cock, he gets home to find you on your shared bed doing your homework. you're laying on your stomach, kicking your feet in the air with earbuds in playing your favorite music, angled away from the door so you don't hear him come in. toji loves how you jump a little when he walks over and runs a hand down your back and under the hem of your shirt. you'll take out your earbuds and exclaim how he needs to stop sneaking up on you, but he's already tugging you up to your knees so he can kiss you hard enough to arch your back against the strong arms wrapping around you. "always such a fuckin' tease, sendin' me that shit while i'm at work. y'want more of my cum in you, princess? hm, i don't think y'deserve it after making me hard all fuckin' day. gonna have to make it up to me, sweetheart."

tl;dr, toji's routine with you once you move in with him <3

#— ask!#— lilly writes! ♡#hgngnhg anon thank u for feeding me so well #god i love perv toji it's so good #toji fushiguro #jjk toji #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x female reader #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut

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moondirti · 8 months

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DEE IK THIS IS SO OFF THE BAT BUT IMAGINE RIDING MIGUEL’S ABS??!;!;?:?:? WHATS UR CRUMB ON THAT BCS IM LITERALLY ASCENDING INTO HEAVEN JUST BY THE THOUGHT OF IT😩☝🏼

SUMMARY: after the events of DOUBLE RAPTURE, we follow Mig back home and explore his less than ideal relationship with his world's version of you.

explicit (18+) | 1.5k words

part one / can be read as a standalone! WARNINGS: smut, ab-riding, handjobs, codependant relationships, submissive (?) miguel, ANGST, fear of commitment (on the reader's part), implied parental issues, drinking, anxious/avoidant attachment styles NOTES: did this take me forever to respond to? yes. have i been thinking about it every day since i received it? also yes. please have a little drabble as a sweet treat for your genius mind, anon. sorry i took it too far

This is how it is with Miguel.

Buttressed on a leather couch that isn't so much leather anymore, but cotton dotted with the flakes of black suede that've managed to hold on through the years since you bought it. It's old, unstable – somewhat an apt metaphor for your relationship to the man – and stands situated across a television with no cable. He shows up at your door on any unannounced night, where for once you wish he'd catch you with plans pre-made, and intrudes on your vain attempt to connect the old screen to your neighbour's internet.

And it's ironic that you should end up watching dated cartoons anyway, stuck inside your apartment that is a fraction the size of his, because he always opens on some variation of the same line – the very thing that woo'd you all those years ago, when you were younger and prone to any man's charm:

What's a pretty thing like you do in a place like this?

It's dark outside – night-worn inhibition being one of the main constituents to poor decision making – and his skin gleams golden in the dim lamp light. You can't refuse him for all your rationale on why, so he comes in and you pour a strong drink whose hangover tomorrow will take precedence over your guilt. He drinks too, perhaps to make your eventual rejection easier, and the two of you make-out on that tumbledown couch until your lips turn blue.

Sometimes, he comes up for air – only when he gathers enough courage to break away from you – to whisper filthy nothings and little promises on the shell of your ear. Neither are empty, you know. Miguel’s good at making good of every word when it comes to you. The push and pull gets to him, fuels his gears until he’s pouring proper work into making you happy. From what you can physically face – gonna have you creaming on my cock, cariño – to prospects that remain ever-frightening – wanna stay like this forever, you on my lap, sharing our home.

You’ve never had a reference to ‘our’. Commitment remains a fickle thing for you, instilled by parents who didn’t have the mind to give it. He knows as much, but you don’t think he understands just what keeps you around regardless. What keeps you at the door, waiting for an acknowledged three-knuckle knock. None of the in betweens, flowers, nor the heights you reach spread-eagled underneath him. It’s always just been exactly that – his return, done every time without fail.

(And there’s the ever-negging fear that one day he’ll grow sick of the cycle.

On one hand, you hope he does. It hurts him more than it does you, and you hate to watch him leave. Yet on the other, more volatile hand – you pray he fucks you so well you forget your reserve, that he breeds and carries you away from this hole you’ve dug yourself in.)

For now, though–

For now, you lift the shirt off his frame. He’s let his chest-hair grow since you met him last, and if you strain to remember, he’s gotten bulkier. Abs more pronounced, with pecs that bounce when you graze your nails down his side. It’s refined, a look that makes him appear older. You swoop down to lick his neck, moaning hotly once you reach his mouth.

“You been working out, Mig?”

“For you, hermosa. Figured you’d like me better like this.” He groans, kneading the flesh of your thighs. His fingers dip into the waistband of your underwear, snapping it on your skin in an explicit plea to take it off.

“And who told you that?” You say, acquiescing, working the lacey strip off your hips. Your cunt sucks at it, belligerent in letting go now that it’s soaked the fabric through.

“A couple I met. They remind me of us.” His head follows yours when you draw away from an attempted kiss. It’s unintentional, done to stand off and strip completely, yet his reaction to it sends little tremors of pleasure to your core. “Of what we could be.”

“Shhhh.” Once you’re completely bare, tits freed from your tank top, you straddle him again, a little higher this time. His waist is cinched enough to allow you to do so with little fuss, tendons at the top of your thighs aching only slightly. “Make me feel good, please.”

“Of course.”

His thumb presses down on your swollen clit, holding it in place while you arch your back and trap it underneath you – sandwiching it between your mound and his midriff. The pressure is electric, charged to fervency, buzzing as it lights every nerve ending from your waist below. And three thrusts forth and back see to it that he’s slick, lubed with the juices that gradually seep from your needy slit.

The sight, the sensations, the thought that he’s putting effort outside of this room for you – they all make you exceedingly weak. Your legs wobble, practically jello, spine made out of sand and unable to support you fully. Miguel stays firm, one large paw squeezing your breast and the other at your pelvis. You’d ask him to help, to move you against him until you see stars, but a stone lodges in your throat and prevents the words from finding clarity.

It’s guilt, of that you’re familiar, but for a number of things; the fact that he would help you seek pleasure in spite of his own – his erection left abandoned under the confines of his pants. The idea of desecrating his hard work, those muscles made pronounced, with your filth without fully appreciating it first. For everything, everything, and it’s so crushing that you stop moving altogether.

“No, no. C’mon, pretty. Keep going.” He begs, pelvis thrusting up with need. You shove your arm behind you, seeking out the zipper keeping him from you, palming his hard length with clumsy assurance “Don’t worry about me. Wanna feel you cum on my abs. Gonna lick you clean after. We have forever if you’d let me. There’s no rush.”

No rush. It’s far from the typical Miguel sentiment, and you blink in perplexed contemplation. But he just grins, brows knitting up with reverence.

“Did these people also teach you to take your time?” You struggle to say patience, because he’s always been patient with you.

“Something along the lines.” He mutters, suddenly sheepish. His fangs always intrude when his tone is quiet, like they’re intentionally making him difficult to understand. He knows he’s special to you when you try to decipher it nonetheless.

“Don’t be making me jealous, now.” You taunt, dipping to bite his lip. It’s fun to pull up, up, until he whines and shoves you harder onto him. Achingly empty and close to cumming on his abdomen alone. Slowly, you start to gyrate again, riding unrelenting sinew. And in the meanwhile, you manage to get his zipper undone, sneaking your hand beneath his briefs.

“I’ll explain lat… later, p-promise.”

“I don’t doubt it. F-Fuck,” Somehow, the pleasure is simultaneously heavenly and not enough, this little game you decided to engage in tiptoeing the line. He’s good even when he isn’t trying, just laying there, pinching pebbled nipples with enough callousness that it aches in the best way. On your first date – which wasn’t really a date, but a happenstance meeting at your father’s shady bar – he’d been hesitant to hurt you like you wanted. The best he could do was pepper your neck with sore hickeys, pocketed in the back alley, touch kinder than any you’d experienced before. “Oh my god.”

“Y-You’re so soft. My gorgeous girl. So soft and… and pretty when you do that.”

“Mig.” You wail, useless in properly pumping his pulsing cock. It’s all you can do to palm the head, smearing prespend all over his velvet tip. And it’s hard, like smelted iron, throbbing hot and heavy. It’s been so long since you’ve had it in you that you’re sure it’ll take some effort to fit. The abstraction fills you with desperation so poignant that you start moving faster, rougher, seeking an end where you’re stuffed full yet doing nothing to actually achieve it.

That is, until–

“What do you need?” He asks.

Your hole clenches. Your guts knot together. Your orgasm gathers, full and sloshing wet, trapped behind the wall he’s been breaking down since his arrival.

“You!” You finally admit. “You.” Softer.

And when you cum, soaking his middle with shameless indulgence, all he does is flip you over to settle beneath him. The couch rocks with the sudden upheaval, threatening collapse, so he keeps a firm hold of your shoulders, kneeling between your quivering thighs. His breadth bobs from over his pants – you don’t recall taking it out – purple with restrained pain and just waiting for your cue to allow him entry.

“I’ve got you, cariño.” Miguel hums, positioning himself onto the divet of your cunt when you give a frail nod. “I’ve got you.”

And you know, of course you do. He’s never backed away from a promise before. Because that is how it is with Miguel.

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itsmealaiah · 14 days

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imagine Tom being with reader who likes reading and he fucks her from behind while she is reading for him

anons are speaking my language 😩

You'd come home from your local library, excited to course through the collection of books you acquired, they're pretty lengthy, but you would be able to get through them pretty quickly. You walk into your shared apartment with tom, beaming as you place down the books on the coffee table, and hug him. "hi meine schatz, how was it?" he'd ask, he really had no interest in books, but for you he tried his best.

"great!" you kissed him on his cheek, his hands flying to your waist and gripped you harshly.

he kissed you, forcing his tongue into your mouth as you moaned, your legs straddling his own. "mmm, so sweet" he praised, and broke the kiss, leaving you high and dry

hours later, you're knee-deep in one of your new books when tom walks in, taking off his cap and the rubber band for his dreads, slipping off his shirt and basketball shorts as well.

"hey baby, how's the book?" he asks, settling into his side of the bed.

"it's okay, the plot's a bit boring" you shrug, feeling his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you onto him, making him spoon you from behind. "leibe, i was reading, c'mon" you whine, having to close your book.

"shh, i know a way you can" he whispers into the shell of your ear, kissing the spot below it.

His hands dip under your shirt, revealing your breasts to him, all nice and hard, peeking over your shoulder to see as his fingers dip into your shorts, teasing your clit, slowly taking them off, leaving you soaked in your brand new panties :D

he pulls them down, seeing your dripping wet cunt, and shucks his boxers off, reaching to grab your book.

"you're gonna read"

he grunts, pumping his cock a few times, aligning it with your entrance

"while i fuck you"

he places the book in front of your face, beginning to create a pace with his hips, rocking back and forth

you grab the book while he fucks you, his hands everywhere on your body, as you struggle to flip open to a page.

"mmngh" "ah, ah honey, i only want to hear reading, got me?"

his plan was quite genius, something you both could take pleasure in at the same time, you wonder how he even thought of it.

you had borrowed a seemingly spicy book, and flipped to the near end, knowing that's where most of the filthy shit happens :)

this is really cringy so stop here if u want to save urself

"h-he spread her-her folds with his finge-haah!" you felt tom hit that spot deep inside, nearly dropping the book as you were teetering on the edge already.

"keep going" he growled, his balls slapping against you as your ass arched, wiggling in front of him as he didn't stop hitting your g-spot.

"an-and he slid a finge-r in slow-ly"

"f-fuck tom! i can't-i-sorry!" you gasped, stopping your reading as you felt your orgasm build up, the toe curling pleasure seconds away as you clenched around tom, making him moan, almost ready to cum as well.

"did g-good honey, c'mon, cum f' me"

your thighs shook as you released on him, mouth parted as wave after wave of pleasure coursed and subsided through you within seconds, his own orgasm hitting mere milliseconds after yours.

your body fell limp, face smushing onto the book as you panted, trying to calm down. "thank you leibe, i love you"

you heard tom say, before you fell asleep on the book.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #itsmealaiah #tokio hotel x you

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heizlut · 2 months

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My opinion on who would have the nastiest kinks, in no particular order:

Kaeya (yes, I'm the anon who made the kaeya degradation ask, thank you for the food)- I dunno why, but I think Kaeya would be really obsessed with covering you with his cum. On your face, on your chest, on your ass.... I think he would cum on the floor and push your head against it and order you to lick it. Sorry not sorry (he did clean the floor before, if you don't think he planned the entire day weeks before you are really innocent) He would pull you to do quickies before a reunion and cum inside of you and take your panties, leaving you to work all day while leaking. Don't worry.... He will come during the day to replace the cum who dripped out of you.

Scaramouche- I don't think he has many extreme kinks imo, but I think he gets REALLY INTENSE about the ones he does have. If he's gonna degrade you, he will NOT hold back. He will slap your face, pull your hair, spit on you, manhandle you like you are just his plaything. Would put a collar and leash on you, pull you around the house and laugh at how pathetic you are. Don't you know how dangerous he is? He could kill you in an instant. He would reward you stupidity with more rough fucking. But don't worry, he has a killer aftercare ready(probably one of the best ones at it), and he would totally cry after everything bc he really loves you and caring for you feels as good as giving you a good fucking

Zhongli- Hear me out. 24/7 dynamics. You sign out your body to him for an entire week. You are his faithful servant, and adore him like the god he is. He takes care of you, but as it says in your contract, you are HIS. You will wear a collar with his brand on your neck. You are his pretty little worshipper, and he will enjoy it as much as possible.

Ayato- Listen. Listen. This man. You CANNOT talk about filthy genshin men and not talk about Ayato. I think he's really similar to Kaeya in regard to his planning, he would map out the entire day to tease you as much as possible and leave you worked up for the night. When it finally comes, he still wouldn't do anything about it except teasing you. You are the one who has to go to him to ask him for sex, and he will mock you for it. He is really skilled in shibari, and will try putting you in a different pose everytime. He will have custom made toys ready, imported from Fontaine. He will play with your body, never letting you cum even once. He is a master at playing you like an instrument, and looking so graceful and beautiful while doing it. You will beg for him to let you cum, and he will just give him that smile.... That smile that tells you that it's only over when he wants it to be over. (Also he would totally call Thoma over to watch and help him in his torture.... put a blindfold on you and make you guess which cock you are sucking)

I would say more but I have to leave

anon… this is the greatest thing i have ever woken up to😩 you’re an absolute genius for this and you just gave me some really great ideas. i’m so obsessed with you🫶🏼

#kaeya smut #ayato smut #scaramouche smut #zhongli smut

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mrkis · 5 months

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also that photo you posted once of a guy and a girl on a desk and they’re cockwarming while he’s doing work and i think you said that’s either jeno (and another member who i don’t remember lmao) THAT LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE

Fuck jenos the biggest whore for pussy ever even when he’s studying he can’t focus or work if his girl isn’t sitting on his cock. like it’s come to the point where it doesn’t need to be communicated with jeno and mc, he’ll silently go to study and his pants are already down and mc knows what she has and wants to do, her skirt is also down and she sits prettily on his cock as he’s studying away. it helps him concentrate but more times than none it ends up with her being pushed against the desk and jeno having her there and then

he can tell that she’s getting hot and flustered, she’s trying to get some sort of movement, anything but either hes not noticing or ignoring her, mc knowing the menace that her boyfriend is she knows it’s the latter. he tuts and sternly nods his head, not moving his head from his work but holding her still by the hips, he’s telling her to stop, saying that if she just sat on his cock like a good girl and stayed still then he’d reward her later. i mean come on, in that world would jeno be aware that his girl is horny and do nothing about it? especially when she’s next to him or even better, sitting on hie cock. he knows, he just wants her to be patient. she very rarely is. about 10% of the time she can sit for hours and contain her urges.

she uses him to get off. he quickly abandons his work and fucks her against the table, edges her all night long

atp the friend group are just used to jeno making excuses and leaving and they all know where he’s going.. filthy animals they send each other texts “i need you” and 2 mins later they show up at each others doors 😭

#hehe had to rush the last part my dad walked in 😭😭

#feel free to add more with that genius brain of urs

# jeno anon 🫶🏽

oh i remember that….😮‍💨😮‍💨 a lot of people were debating between it being hyuck and jeno. i agreed. 100%.

when you’re cockwarming jeno, you know for a fact it’s going to be torture for you. he wants you to sit still for him as he works, his one arm wrapped around your middle to keep you pressed down on him. if you move? prepare yourself for a sharp slap against your inner thigh. a warning. but that alone has you whining and struggle to keep yourself still, already losing your composure as you feel his cock deep within, your arousal coating his thighs. you’re making such a mess on him and he secretly loves it. he loves knowing the effect he has on you without even doing much.

but, if you’ve been good for him, stayed completely still and silent without any complaints or movements, oh he’s going to give you a reward. his hand will dip between your parted thighs, fingers rubbing circles over your neglected clit and smiling behind your shoulder when he feels the walls of your pussy clamp around his cock. but if you move again? if you try and fuck yourself down on his cock? if you try and be greedy for more? he’s stopping. he’ll leave you to cry on his lap, tutting under his breath abt how much of a disobedient slut you’ve become.

#‣ [asks]#‣ [anon]#jeno anon #jeock hours #jeno smut

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dirtyvulture · 11 months

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Natasha Romanoff x GP!Virgin!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: Hello God of Lust, thank you for continuing to provide us with your blessings 🙏

Would you possibly consider doing a flip of the GP!NatxCheerleader!R where it’s GP!Reader losing their virginity to a slightly teasing Nat? Reader begins to lose their shit *very* quickly but they’re trying their best to make it seem like they have it all together and the entire time Nat’s just stroking them and licking up and down their dick and finally Nat’s like “since you seem to be handling everything so well, you’ll be fine with me riding you, right?” And the moment Nat mounts R (very easily because Nat’s 100% been getting off to teasing R and listening to their moaning and panting), they completely lose it and explode within seconds because Nat just feels too good around them, how could they not 🥴

Kinda long, sorry 🙈 but thank you for your service once again, o’ God of Lust

AN: Anon, you filthy genius. 😙 Here’s the original fic, this one will have no plot whatsoever.

Your moans and pants are like music to Natasha’s ears as you struggle to keep your hips pinned to the bed. Your eyes are focused on her hand, already slick with your pre-cum, wrapped around your throbbing cock as she moves it up and down to pleasure you.

“Everything okay, baby?” Natasha asks, looking up at you through her long eyelashes with a devilish smirk on her lips.

“Uh...yeah,” you gasp, your thighs quivering when her thumb rubs the sensitive spot under your tip. Your entire body feels like a rubber band stretched to its limit, and all Natasha’s done to you so far is give you a handjob. But you had never had anyone’s hand around your dick other than your own, and with a beautiful redhead lying between your legs, giving you her full undivided attention, you are seriously concerned about your stamina right now.

“Your cock feels nice in my hand,” Natasha comments, and more pre-cum leaks out of your head at her words. You clench your jaw, wondering how much longer you can stand this, when she says, “I think you’d feel better in my mouth.”

“Nat--” You’re not mentally ready, but there’s no way in the world you are going to stop the Natasha Romanoff from putting your cock in her mouth. When she wraps her lips around your head, all you feel is wetness and heat, and you can’t stop yourself from sinking back on the bed, your loudest moan yet coming out of your chest as you grip the blankets in your fists.

Natasha smiles as she takes a few more inches into her mouth, her tongue lapping at the pulsing vein that wraps around your cock. Your hips jerk up instinctively before you can stop yourself and Natasha gags around your length, but relaxes her throat so she can take you fully.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you chant, no thoughts in your head as Natasha sucks your cock. She pulls away and you whine at the loss of heat, looking to see her licking along the vein, and your entire cock twitches. You have no idea how you’ve lasted this long, and you wish you could last forever, but Natasha is determined to give you your release.

She sits up and says, “Since you seem to be handling everything so well, you’ll be fine with me riding you, right?”

You barely have time to comprehend her words when she swings her bare legs over your waist, lining herself up and sinking down on your hard cock. Natasha is soaking wet, clearly having gotten off on pleasuring you for your first time, and her walls hug your cock with a tightness and warmth that is unparalleled to any other body part she’s used on you so far.

“Nat!” you cry, overwhelmed by the stimulation that you pump your hips up once and completely empty your load into her. Natasha sighs as she feels your cum fill her up, rocking her hips gently until your whimpering and begging her to get off.

“You owe me now,” she says with a devious wink.

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AN: Absolute filth.

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#natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagine #g!p #natasha romanoff x reader

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kechiwrites · 1 year

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This is previous ghost anon can I request ghost being mean (in horny way) to reader 👉🏾👈🏾

you absolutely can babes, more ghost x medic!reader because they bring out the bitch in each other.

wc: 1k

cw: pussy spanking, dirty talk, mean ghost, degradation, teasing, brat taming (naturally), edging, overstimulation, maybe one day i'll write them being cute w/ each other...mdni

It is near impossible to not wrench off the bed when his palm makes contact with the already puffy flesh of your cunt. It is impossible, however, to stop yourself from helplessly wailing when he does it again.

"Shut up." His voice is quiet and thick in his throat, like he wants to say more, wants to push you further. And dear God, how could the two of you go further when your hands are tied behind your back while your not-boyfriend slaps your clit with his calloused hand.

"I fucking can't, Simon. Maybe you should stop fucking slapping me?" You hiss, your chest and throat burn with exertion and you wriggle against the binding around your wrist. It's been two hours of this, of Simon trying to force an apology out of you by taking you as close to the edge as he can manage before backing off when your hips start to twitch and your breath stutters. Two hours of his thumb grinding against your clit and his digits curving against your insides and his knees pinning your legs open so he can see you drip onto your mattress, all while he whispers a filthy gospel into your ears. Psalms and passages about the way your body shakes, the feel of your tongue on his cock, how wonderful you look when you come and how badly he wished he could see it, if only you could be a good girl.

The hand not actively engaged with edging you sits just under your chin, not quite squeezing your throat, because according to Simon; "you haven't earned it yet".

"You know what I need to hear to get this to stop. You want to come, you want me to give your cunt a break? You say you're sorry. Simple as."

You try to breath through the sensation when he starts fucking you again, when he forces you to watch, but it's not working. He mouths at the curve of one of your tit and drags the blunt edge of his teeth over your nipple. When you try to jerk away the asshole rolls his eyes, like you desperately trying to keep your mind from shattering like glass is a nuisance to him. And maybe it is. Maybe he's expected somewhere and he thought you'd break much easier. Maybe after this is done he'll have to will his dick to settle down while he runs off smelling like you, your sweat on his tongue and your slick on his hands.

The visual is not enough for you to give in though.

Not a fucking chance.

"Respectfully, Lieutenant? I fucking hate your ass." You huff, letting your head fall back.

"Jesus, you are stupid." He scoffs, spanking you again, and the sting makes you clench down on nothing. Simon's hand forgoes your sex entirely, rubbing small circles into the fat of your thigh, and after hours of direct contact the light touches are somehow worse.

"Are your wrists getting tired? We can take a break if this is too much for you?" You goad him, because it’s almost automatic at this point. You can’t help yourself.

"I should've gagged you." He groans.

"Then how would you h-have gotten your apology, genius?" Your voice is strawberry sweet, just to annoy him that tiniest bit more.

He stops rubbing your thigh at that, and you know you got him, at least here. The consternation in his eyes chokes a laugh out of you.

"I should've known this shit wouldn't work on you. You were made for this weren't you? Next time i'll just choke you on my dick, right there, in front of everyone." The hand around your throat tightens just as three of Simon's fingers slide back into the clutch of your pussy. He’s mad now, again, and it’s hard not to be happy about it. The sound of how wet you are echoes in your head while he fucks you full, the tips if his fingers dragging against your walls, nudging at the spongy bit inside you that pulls tears from your eyes. Your heartbeat ratchets up, pounding in your chest in time with Simon's hand.

"C'mon then. You want to come. Do it. I won't stop you, it's all your little brain can handle anyway."

Which is stupid and untrue. You're a doctor for Christ sake, but it makes your climax burn hot in your abdomen when he talks to you like that, when he talks down to you. It's probably why you rile him up so bad, why you embarrassed him in front of the rest of 141, called him 'cuddle-bear' where you knew everyone would hear it.

"I'm fucking speaking," the hand around your throat slaps not-so-lightly against your cheek, encouraging you to meet Simon's gaze. He looms above you, his still-clothed body blocking out the dimmed light of your room. "If you only act this way to get me to fuck you, maybe I'll keep you on my cock permanently. Strap you down here and visit you every night. They'll find another medic. You've got more important things to do, yes?"

You bob your head along mindlessly while you clench down on his fingers, your whole body shivering as he forces an orgasm out of you. It hits like a freight train after hours of being so close, your legs jerk, trying to close but Simon keeps you exposed, fingering you through the height of it. His hand tightens around your neck until your ears are ringing, making it impossible to force a breath out of your mouth. It feels like your brain is on fire, your lips parting to choke on his name.

He finally lets go, and you gulp large lungfuls of air, even with his fingers still inside you.

"Good?" He peers down at you and you wish you could rip his mask off his face, find some way to disrupt the smugness in his eyes, his tone.

"Yeah." You rasp, if only to get him to stop staring at your sweat slick chest and fucked out expression.

"Good." He murmurs, pushing your knees apart. He flexes his fingers inside you and pushes down on your abdomen with his free hand. "Try to be a little louder on the next one, I don't think the men's barracks heard you." A fourth finger slides into your cunt, stretching you wide while he pinches the hood of your clit. You choke on your own spit.

Apparently he has nowhere to be.

fingering is so underrated imo. requests are open, support content creators and city girls, reblog! part 4 here!

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sgiandubh · 12 days

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LOL... she was also unhappy with Sam's absence from that event in Germany and his presence at the Glasgow event. In fact, she is never satisfied with absolutely anything about him. A tremendous smell of despair and rejection... https://www.tumblr.com/maximumwobblerbanditdonut/747778111526092800/1-hour-is-the-average-flight-time-from-paris-to?source=share

"The evidence doesn't lie, people do." 🙄 🙄 🙄 Jesus...calm down, woman...

Dear Calm Down Anon,

To quote The Genius:

Read her lips, people: she's been thinking about it.

I am currently in my book-invaded room, with boxes all around me, Baby the Diplodog taking roughly 3/4 of my king-sized Provence bed. I am also thinking, but the thoughts I do think might be of a more trivial nature:

don't forget to phone Lola (and now Baby)'s vet for a meet & greet appointment

get new, Romanian plates for Zorba the Car

phone the MFA and send back Greek Diplo plates with the customs' clearance

phone the MFA to get back my gasoline, accommodation and luggage shipping expenses

phone Mr. Zhou, my Chinese acupuncturist. My neck is killing me.

manage to tuck in four luncheons in town, three let's get some drinks and another two drop by for a chat - until Sunday

To obsess about S's Hyrox Rigmarole I and Rigmarole II is a bit much, when you have things to do, in real life.

This is also very enlightening, I think:

This is the kind of vindicative crap I just hate to read. People who write this particular kind of vindicative crap (or who paint a filthy portrait of you, publicly, to their friends of friends, just to seem RIGHTEOUS) are probably the same kind of people who would have sent anonymous letters to the Gestapo, telling them those very nice neighbors across the street are hiding Jews in their attic.

In her case, the plea is just ridiculous. Like the planet would give a flying fuck about some amateur competition's stats. Sure thing, it's childishly disingenuous of S to do that (if he did it). But as far as I know, these are not the Olympic Games or something. And even if a Hyrox Glasgow zealot would blacklist S, I think he and the fandom would survive it.

That woman's life must be so empty, even the echo in her parlor took some days off.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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CREAMY, STICKY ♡ FUSHIGURO TOJI

fushiguro toji x fem!reader

"two orders of ice cream bites for fushiguro toji and anon please!"

ingredients? although used to the way people would stare at him, it still gets on his nerves when people try to pry into your private moments.

what's it? smut

allergen warnings? mean dom!toji, food play, hints of dumbification, toji calls himself daddy one (1) time, oral [f!receiving]

sugar level? 0.9k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet

parlor's note? toji would so do this, he told me himself!!

bon appetit!

most of the time, toji did not mind the way people stared at him. after all, it did not take a genius to find out why people would do so, whether that be because of his size - most people didn't see guys his stature, both in height and broadness outside of their weekly tv -, his attractiveness, or because of his title as sorcerer killer. but it was different when people would stare at him whenever he was on a date with you.

it was supposed to be private, intimate, some one-on-one time with his girlfriend, yet prying eyes kept on glaring holes onto his body.

the both of you are casually eating ice cream at the ice cream parlor near your house. it was his treat after being away for a mission worth half a million yen for such a long time. you missed him a lot, so you were very affectionate with him, sitting beside him in the booth instead of in front of him, cuddling to his side, and pressing sticky ice cream kisses to his cheeks. all thoughout your interaction, people kept on staring at the both of you, something that got on his nerves. with a huff and a roll of his eyes, he grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the store.

the distance between the ice cream parlor you were at and your house was fairly short, so it was only a five minute walk to get there, especially since toji was dragging you by the wrist. though he looked pissed off, his hold on you was gentle and you did not feel an ache in your hand while he ignored your questions about his sudden erratic behavior, "toji! toji! what's wrong?" has all fell to deaf ears.

you only got your answer once you got home and your boyfriend slammed you into the door, right hand planted on your hips, and the other still holding a cup of vanilla bean ice cream. "fuckin' people don't know how to mind their goddamn business." he growled out, smashing his lips against yours. "don't know how to keep their eyes to themselves." the kiss was filthy, your tongues licking against each other's and your teeth clashed as you kissed hurriedly, as if you were going to get separated from each other for a month-long mission again.

your hand that wasn't holding on to a cup of half-melted ice cream found their way to his hair, pulling him to you, and pulling him to the bedroom.

"fuck, sweetheart." he breathed out. the ice cream was now on the bedside table and you were under him, so, so close. so much so that you could feel his warmth breath on your face, then down your neck as he pressed wet kisses further down your body. "missed ya so fuckin' much, sweet girl. have no idea how much i miss those sweet little noises of yours." he growled out when you let out a tiny whimper as he sucked a loud hickey onto your collarbone. "i'll give 'em something to stare at." he murmured roughly.

he looked at you, addicted to the way you look during times like this, your half-lidded eyes, oozing lust and desire and the slight o-shape of your mouth while you lightly panted. when his eyes drifted from you, to the side, he smirked, lifting that scar on his lips that you always thought was dangerously attractive. "wouldn't want to waste these, eh, sweet girl?" he got the cup of ice cream and tilted it to the side, letting the beloved dairy product to drip onto your stomach.

its cold temperature made you gasp. it was such a contrast from everything that you were currently feeling, toji's hot breath on you, the humidity of the room covering his well-sculpted body in a sheen of sweat, and his warm hands palming up and down your body knowing how to set your nerves on fire like the way he knows exactly how to kill even the best sorcerers the jujutsu world had to offer. "t-toji," you grasped his thick wrist.

"aw, don't ya worry yer pretty little head, hun." he dipped his head to lick the creamery off of you. you were so starved of his attention that even the simple gesture made your back arch off the bed making him chuckle. "ya like that princess? when daddy eats ice cream off of ya?"

he did it again making you mewl. "tojiiii," his name dragged out of your pouty lips so lustfully, yet it reached his ears and buried itself into your mind like a prayer. "need you so bad."

he did it again and again just to tease you and you found yourself squirming in his hold, mindless and begging for something you no longer knew at this point.

he got the spoon and spread some of the sweet liquid on your inner thighs, then sucking on it.

he was so close to where you wanted him, mere centimeters away. you couldn't help but buck your hips helplessly, after all, you were at his mercy at this point. "toji, pleasepleaseplease." you babbled, much to his amusement.

"yer really enjoying this aintcha, princess? probably like me doing this to ya more than eating ice cream." he smirked before finally, finally burying his face between your legs to where you needed him the most.

i get: reblog

you get: ice cream

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tyongf-nct · 1 year

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Something for vernon? 👀 maybe something like intense staring, tension jdhdhdhshsh IDK anything??

an intense stare off is somehow so perfect for vernon….anon you little genius

also, I made this smutty because I simply cannot resist making things smutty 🤭 this is just a drabble but i hope you like it nonetheless

dynamic: chwe vernon x fem!reader

warnings/tags: smut, oral sex (female receiving), eye contact, enemies with benefits

You refuse to be the one to look away first. Every fiber of your being is begging to moan and thrash around as pleasure sweeps through your body like a windy storm. Vernon maintains eye contact with you as he eats you out with practiced precision. His tongue slides in and out of your hole, up and down the folds of your sex as you bite the inside of your cheek to hold in sounds of pleasure.

Filthy wet noises fill the air as Vernon closes his lips around your clit, sucking that tiny bundle of immensely powerful nerves and pushing you right off the edge. Fighting the urge to squeeze your eyes shut, you let one cry escape as you come, pushing Vernon’s face as close to your core as you can while you ride out the sweet high of an orgasm. Vernon looks at you through long, beautiful lashes, his annoyingly handsome face bringing heat crawling up your neck.

He finally releases your sensitive flesh from his mouth and wipes at his lips with a thumb, sticking it in his mouth to lick at the wetness leftover. You feel your stomach flip at the sight, his light eyes still pinning you to the mattress.

“That was quick,” he smirks. You want to roll your eyes, but that’s be breaking contact.

“It was easily several minutes. Maybe even over ten,” you comment thoughtfully. Vernon chuckles, eyes flitting over to the bedside table to glance at the clock.

“It was less than ten,” he confirms. You can’t hold back a grin, cheering internally at his need to be right.

“I win,” you state. Vernon raises a single eyebrow.

“Win what?”

Your grin grows as you grab his shoulders and push him down so that you are now on top.

“Nothing. Just know that I win. And I’m claiming my prize,” you smile innocently. Vernon chuckles lightly and concedes.

“Very well. Claim me, then.”

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peachanonie · 8 months

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I was thinking about riding tyun while he wears glasses, but I also thought in his vlog and when he was reading, so... being needy in horny because you find him hot even if he's just wearing glasses and reading a random book, so he let's you ride him... but he also choke u because your pretty whines doesn't let him read in peace

AHHHHHH ANON????? YOURE SUCH A GENIUS OMG

tyun letting u get urself on him while he’s busy </3 ugh he’s so 😵‍💫😵‍💫 ok ok but hear me out…. imagine him making u ride his thigh while he’s reading as a punishment for not letting him read in peace 😵‍💫 omg and the CHOKING??? so fucking hot, he’d probably be spitting filthy shit into ur ear abt how needy u are-

wow i need to give ur brain a kiss anonie 🫶

#txt hard thoughts #txt smut #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun smut #txt hard hours #taehyun hard hours

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your shisui pairings have me so excited for the real ship and shisui is so crush-able (crush as in like-love 🙈) can you tell us what/how everyone woild think of him like that? Validation for shisui please haha

Shisui is extremely...crushable... 😅

Also you've really done it now, Anon, because I can talk for hours about Shisui as a character but LOVING Shisui? It is my fandom-given CALLING

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned something like this in an A/N somewhere before, maybe in my College AU Squad2polyromcom (and murder mystery), but I'll do it again anyway

So *cracks fingers* it's time to make you love every Shisui Ship combo

Let's start of with the Squad:

Kakashi: oh god he's feeling an emotion. He didn't sign up for this, the Icha Icha isn't even helping distract him because Shisui just thinks it's funny and he's laughing with those dimples and rolling his pretty eyes and ignoring the filthy looks everyone is shooting them. And it's terrifyingly easy to image an honest-to-kami life like this, not just the vague blurry impression of remaining alive between missions, because Shisui is easy. He understands and he pushes but knows when to stop, he quirks sardonic smiles at Kakashi's fucked up humour and he never resents Kakashi for the things he can't give up, like his mask and his borrowed habits and his guilt. He survives Kakashi being, well, Kakashi- and he doesn't just survive it, he seeks him out, he seems to enjoy Kakashi, and- Shisui is strong and fast, all won through skill, but with an ace up his sleeve from the unfathomable power behind those eyes. Kakashi... has been saved by Shisui more times than he's had to do the converse and it's... Comforting. That Shisui isn't looking to Kakashi, Kakashi who is so broken and has mishandled so many things, to fix it, to guide. He follows Kakashi like an equal, waiting but never demanding, and Kakashi... breathes. That's what makes it so terrifying; that being with Shisui is, for the first time in Kakashi's life, so much easier than being without him.

Raidou: Meeting Shisui had been... A trip. Here was this rising star of an already legendary Clan, someone with genius and achievements to rival Hatake Kakashi - and Raidou knew first-hand what a dick he could be - and the ANBU higher-ups thought it was a good idea to match him in a team with a minor-clan assassin and a civ-born 'doorman'. Brilliant. Raidou would admit he'd been braced for the worst, defensive and professional and wary of dramatics. And it sounded so cliche and uncomfortable - if Raidou ever got around to admitting as much out loud - that Shisui just wasn't like that. His smiles were genuine, even at the start when Raidou brushed him off with barely-concealed suspicion, and the admiration for Raidou's jack-of-all, patchworked skillset wasn't concealing distain or condescension. It took time for Raidou to stop waiting for the other shoe to drop, longer than many of their fellow Shinobi would've had the patience for, but... They grew closer. There were things Shisui, raised in the centre of a historic Clan and so far ahead of his peers, didn't even consider; he asked why Raidou clung to the Konohan Standard Taijutsu, forgetting that it was all Raidou had ever had the opportunity to learn, and then, when the reason was pointed out, he blushed a mortified red and spent the next few months helping - with aid from his Sharingan - Raidou put his own flare on it. He didn't know why Raidou loathed bloodstains on his uniform, because Shisui's Clan sorted their own laundry whilst Raidou had to soak and scrub his own. He told Raidou the extensive history of the Uchiha that he'd been drilled in as a child... And then listened, dark eyes gleaming and intently focused on Raidou's face, as the other plucked at the inconsistencies and pondered over truth and bias. Shisui had been raised, no matter how sweet and earnest he was as a person, from privilege - rich in history and wealth and with an advantage as a Shinobi but... With no childhood, no simplicity, such little choice, and maybe Raidou was learning things about himself too - but he never looked at Raidou like he was less. Their Squad was chaotic, with Kakashi and Genma and Tenzo - although the latter was unwittingly complicit so much of the time - and Raidou caught Shisui's laughing gaze as the two of them looked on. Something shared zapped between them, an understanding and a knowing, and it was suddenly they who were united against the world. And maybe it was hopeless and messy and nothing more than a stolen moment like this, maybe Raidou - the civilian born boy with a scar on his face like a stamp of his shortcomings - had finally grown too big for his boots because - he wanted. Kami, how he let himself want.

Genma: Genma was a lot of things but a coward wasn't one of them. It was a point of pride, in fact, since assassins were so often viewed as the dirtiest in their world, killers who lacked the strength for a straight fight and who lacked the courage to show themselves from the shadows... Idiots, all of them. They were Shinobi, not samurai, and Genma's hands were only as dirty as his fellow Elites, maybe even less so. He didn't hide what he was, the lengths he went to in the name of his village and people, and he didn't waste time hurling playground slurs when he could be getting the job done. Being in a Squad with others who understood that...was, frankly, a small miracle. Kakashi was as fucking professional as they came - discounting his rampant, off-the-clock instability, but Genma was to blame for some of that so he wasn't gonna say shit - and Raidou was his partner in crime. They'd failed Minato, and they'd failed together - there was a bond there, of knowing and guilt that they'd never shake free of, and it was there to stay. Tenzo... Was fucked up in a different way but he kept going and Genma admired his guts, even more than his impressive skills. And then... Shisui. Genma had pissed off a lot of people in his life, civilians and Shinobi both, but Shisui was the last person Genma wanted to mess with. Kakashi was constantly prickly, so prodding harder didn't usually amount to anything but a sour mood and a swipe, and Raidou ditched him for a bit if Genma pressed too hard in his direction; Tenzo was a kicked puppy and even Genma had standards. But Shisui? Shisui just fucking took it. He laughed and complained and didn't move an inch. He deflected, blushing mottled red where he'd once been miles of perfect skin, and he hissed and bickered and he went precisely nowhere. He was light and friendly and patience and earnest... And ruthless. He was death so fast that the eyes couldn't even follow him, he was blood dripping from a tantō edge and the nightmare presence watching over them all, ready in a heartbeat to whisk them away from certain death. He looked at Genma, dark eyes burning even without the Sharingan, and plotted their assassination without censure and he never shied from either of their own darkness. Genma had lost his mother and sister the night he'd failed to protect Minato, he'd gathered a second family of friends around him but these things were never permanent... But Shisui... He was an expert at Permanent. He'd been a kid when he'd planted himself protectively in front of his kid cousin and he'd not moved a muscle since. He'd been in ANBU only a few years shorter than Kakashi and he'd sworn, with the rest of them, not to leave until he did... And he'd stayed strong to that, not just suffering through but staying alive-alive. And his eyes- Genma played with people because it was better than risking himself and fucking up for real. And he played with Shisui more than he'd ever done with anyone, pushing harder when Shisui did nothing to put space between them, push and push and- it was vulnerable in its own way. Because Genma hoped, somewhat desperately where no one could ever find out about, that there wasn't a limit. That Shisui, fastest Shinobi alive, would stay put.

Tenzo: this might be a little briefer but I feel like I've covered these two a bit more than the others (namely, the ship ficlet in And All The Stars Seemed Closer) but: Shisui was always there. Tenzo's whole life had been beyond his own control, he had been a tool forged outside of his own making and, when he was free, Tenzo was...untethered. Shisui, in a strange way, was as familiar to Tenzo as much as he was foreign; he'd been raised for the will of the Uchiha Elders, errand boy and then pawn and, now, soldier. But he'd kept a hold of himself, rebelled in small ways and smuggled Hsi cousins away for dango instead of the promised training, had bypassed the clan guards to sneak Kakashi to an old Uchiha healer to ensure his eye wouldn't become infected, had ignored summons from the Elders only to claim that he never received them. It was little things that combined into a larger picture and Tenzo, who had been gagged and leashed his whole life, knew nothing except that he wanted Shisui to teach him how to live like that. And Shisui had. They went for dinner and ate dessert beforehand, they lay in fields and Tenzo was coaxed into picturing the most interesting shapes formed by the clouds, Shisui's shoulder a source of warmth where he lay so close by. He taught Tenzo to smile again, small but organic, and he soothed him through panic-stricken tears. And Tenzo didn't know a lot still, even less so about how to negotiate with the tangle of emotions lodged deep in his sternum, but this felt... Different to Kakashi-senpai and Genma and Raidou. It was companionship and admiration and gratitude and hope and- the urge to reach out and feel the curl of that dimpled smile for himself. It was knowing, with a shuddery warmth so different but also the same as a patch of sunlight, that these discoveries wouldn't be the same if Tenzo didn't do them with Shisui. And that was something to discover in itself.

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Others: there are more ships but, since quite a lot of context is based off HOPE AU, several characters haven't been introduced yet so idk if they'd do anything for you guys?

Kisame: I literally just posted a Soulmate Prompt and also he's had a lot of limelight in UDB so I cba 😅 BUT we're talking star crossed, they've both been betrayed but Shisui fought back and stayed loyal whilst Kisame fled and has found new purpose thanks to Shisui, we're talking Shisui sees Konohan loyalty in Kisame and Kisame appreciates the Kiri viciousness in Shisui, they are ride or die and Kisame wonders how far Shisui will let him in, what would happen if he pressed even closer... If he kept following wherever Shisui led...

Shizune: Shizune was raised on stories that both loved and loathed Konoha. Having met Shunshin no Shisui, the man who had been thrown into the very depths of the village's rotten core and somehow torn both himself free and revealed the perpetrator, Shizune would admit to being...curious about the Konoha that inspired such devotion. That Shisui was sharp, dark eyes made liquid in the firelight, and could meet her remark for remark, well. Shizune couldn't help but wonder, as he pushed forwards to breathe his counter argument so close to her mouth, what being the focus of the loyalty of a man like Shisui would feel like.

Anko: it's a hate crush. He's pretty and perfect and she knows he's fucked up but people don't seem to realise it, they haven't seen shisui tear into someone in an interrogation cell and they haven't seen the angry furrow to his mouth in an argument and they haven't tasted the tang of blood on his teeth when words didn't cut it and kissing the stupidity out of him was the only option. Frankly, anko didn't want anyone else to know any of that either.

Asuma: see my Shisui/Asuma marriage ask prompt from earlier, it's better than I could convey here.

Gai: There were few people who could meet Gai and match him blow for blow, fewer still who could continue to do so on a regular basis, and even less who would take such genuine pleasure in such a routine. Gai was not a man to conceal truth from himself, he faced challenges every single day and knew that the genuineness of his effort was bettering him, even if the projects themselves were no further forward. Befriending Kakashi had been akin to approaching a wounded, feral animal - and, indeed, it remained a worthwhile but troubled dynamic - whilst befriending his Genin teammates had been a lesson in moderation and humility. Genma and Ebisu were people different from himself but fundamentally akin, enough for fondness to form but not for the ease of close companionship; Gai loved and valued them but he was under no illusions that they would ever have been extremely closely knit in their personal lives. Meeting Shunshin no Shisui, however, had been...illuminating; he had sought Gai out first. He wanted to train and knew that such improvement required an extremely dedicated partner... In Shisui's eyes, that could only mean Gai. He'd been frank in his reasoning, gratified instead of disconcerted by the suggestions Gai had immediately launched into, and he'd been shockingly warm when he'd held Gai's hand between his own as he thanked him. They'd met and it had been... Revitalizing. Gai, with no one but Kakashi able to keep up these days, hadn't realised how much he'd missed having an equal. Shisui was admiring whenever he was bested, determined as much as good natured, and he continued so as the days passed. Gai's luck did not wear out; Shisui kept matching him. And, more than that, it wasn't a secret. Gai had instinctively called out a greeting to him, when he'd spotted Shisui in the marketplace whilst completing his handstand laps, only for Shisui to laugh - joyfully, never meanly - at the sight of him and shout that he'd see him at the usual time, uncaring for the disbelieving gawking going on around him. Gai had learned, from his sensitive boyhood to his emotionally-intelligent but matured adulthood now, to allow the negatives of those around him to wash over him and not linger, something his peers struggled with. Shisui, one of the most notorious Uchiha, seemed to have similarly mastered this skill. He didn't shy from Gai or attempt to tone him down. He didn't fade away or lose interest. He matched Gai, move for move, and Gai was determined to take another step forwards!

Ao: PFFFFT-

Just a little something-something to make the shipping worse~

Anyway, hope you enjoy this, anon 👋✨

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #hope au #shisui/kakashi #shisui/raidou #shisui/genma #shisui/tenzo #shisui/kisame #shisui/shizune #shisui/gai #shisui/anko #shisui/asuma #shisui shipping

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