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🦭—SIGHS deku being so heavy that when u squirt he can't be pushed out so he just sinks deeper with soft grumbles ): massages his hips into yours as u knead at the mattress )): I JUST THINK HES NEAT,,
i’m howling actually. he is so neat!!!! mdni.
“d-deku!” you’re gasping, high pitched and whiney with your lungs desperate for breath. they expand wide between your rib cage and the mattress your boyfriend has you pressed into— all of his weight, heavy over you and his chest sticky against your back. “‘m gonna…gonna— oh fuck, baby! gonna make me cum.”
deku laughs, his warm breath tingling gently against the shell of your ear— contrasting with the force behind each of his calculated thrusts, slender hips lunging forward to push his fat cock deeper along your soaked squishy walls, “uhuh, you close, angel? can tell with how your greedy little pussy clenches around me,” as if in queue, his seedy, blistering tip nudges new pleasure spots along the ridges of your insides— making you seize up and ripple around the stretch of izuku’s girth. he chokes on a moan that sends dopamine crackling across your brain, licks predatory stripe from your neck to just behind your ear and curses when you cry out his name again. “keep that ass up for me, throw it back on me a little bit, baby. just so i can fuck you better.”
you do your best to lift your hips from underneath deku, shuddering at how his luscious green hair tickles your shoulders from behind and he quickly slips a pillow under your bruised hips to keep you arched how he wants. the new angle has your cunt squelching with lewd suction noises every time izuku pushes into you, and his rough fingers slip between your mess of sweaty and arousal stained limbs to fumble with your swollen clit as blood rushes to it. you barely have any room to breathe between the way deku fucks you and the way he touches you— treading on the thin line of euphoria and losing your sanity.
“be a good girl, be my pretty little girl and cum f’me,” he slurs against your skin, practically drooling as his heavy length hits deep and churns up your insides— cockhead never letting up on your abused g-spot. “that’s it, make a mess for me. god, fuck.”
“i can’t, can’t. i-izu-!” clawing at the sheets, your tiny mewls become louder, heftier and fill the room with their song combined with the wet slaps of skin on skin and bed creaking beneath the weight of sex. you let your head fall back against deku’s freckled shoulder, mouth hanging wide open when your orgasm washes over you in a wave that threatens to drown you. the knot in your stomach unravels way too quickly, and you gush clear streams of your arousal straight from your mound.
“fuck, you’re squirting,” deku sounds elated, drawing wide and fast circles on your clit, never letting up with his thrusts no matter how much you squirt because he’s just so thick, so heavy that all his cock does is plug you full. “that’s it baby, lemme see you fall apart on me. uhhuh, you like that?” cooing condescendingly, he only slips deeper inside the heat of your puffy pussy as clear streams of arousal bathe his cock, your entrance clinging to every vein on his shaft.
he leaves you a drooling twitching mess against the crushed sheets, pressing his hips flat against your ass to grind into you in slow circles. “wan’ you to cum baby, please izuku. cum inside me, please.” you beg, hiccuping and twisting the duvet between your shaky fingers. you squeal as deku picks up the pace, your arousal splashing against his tummy and pelvis, fat drops of it running down the insides of your thighs.
“take it baby, all of it,” the last spurt of his energy is used to fuck you until he creams your cunt, filling you up with his thick seed and grinding in you until he’s sure it takes. the pro hero collapses onto you, kisses pressed across your back before he leans up to whisper.
“let’s try that again, shall we? have you squirt while my cock’s deep, deep inside you, huh angel?”
#deku x reader#deku smut#deku thirst#deku x you#deku imagine#midoriya smut#midoriya x reader#izuku midoriya smut#bnha smut#bnha thirsts#tteokdoroki#✧ ₊˚੭ — writing#✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification#✧ ₊˚💬੭ — unknown messenger#ʚ 🦭 anon’ ɞ
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Dazai had a breedinf kin senf tweet
NONO COME BACK UR SO RIGHT.
just imagine dazai. . . gripping your thighs as he fucks himself into you with no regard for your pleasure anymore. he thrusts with such vigor that you might as well use a machine at its highest setting, but that's not all! when dazais thrusts start to falter and his eyelids start feeling heavy, he hoists your legs over his shoulders and lifts his hips up, so now he's above you and practically plunging straight into your core. he keeps a shallow rhythm, grinding your crotches together as he feels his high approach. and he doesn't lent up until he's done emptying his sack — rutting against your hips as you both ride your high into overstimulation — that's when he calms down and pulls out, looking at your leaking cunt mixed with his cum.
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Okay..fic idea..Changbin having a wet dream of an unknown person (Y/n) he wakes up to find them in a shop..and then the memory hits him so hard he loses focus and tries to avoid them but he cant
to say that i love this is an understatement.
🏷️ sub!changbin. dom!gn!reader. wet dreams. oral. slight hand kink.
he’s gone. whoever’s squeezing his chubby little cock is doing him so good that he could almost pass out in his own dream.
and if he cums, he wakes up.
through blurry eyes, he could still make out your face: beautiful, he thinks, with pretty fingers wrapped around his girth and palms around his tip. the insatiable, mouth-drying head that you’re giving him almost makes him shout your name, but he doesn’t know what it is, and somehow, he doesn’t want to cum. he wants to know you before his consciousness washes over all the pleasure.
“s-slow down,” his voice slurs, “too much…”
your tongue leaves his tip with a slurp and he moans. “too much already?”
changbin nods furiously, not minding how much more lightheaded he gets at that. everything’s slurring together, yet surrealistically, he feels everything as if you’re real. he’s painfully unaware that he’s dreaming, humping his comforter in real life with his shorts down, but in his head he’s getting ruined by a sickeningly sweet mouth.
drool slops down his short length as you continue to bob your head down on him. even with his size, it wasn’t easy to take him all in considering how wide his cock is: it stretches your lips out but you don’t let that hinder your action. you keep going, teeth pleasurably rubbing down his skin when you hit his base. his tip pulses at your throat, bot quite reaching the back, but you could swallow his cum like this.
actually, he almost cums, but you pull out to breathe before he could.
“i thought you wanted me to stop.”
“slow down, not stop,” he says with simple words, clearly too delirious to think.
“then why don’t you want to cum?”
he simply whines in response. his legs close a bit to tremble at the sides of your face. it’s a cute sight for you, seeing a burly man turn into a pillowy mess with only your hands and mouth.
and god did changbin grow obsessed with your hands and mouth. and your face. and everything about you. he can’t keep his bleary eyes off your hands: nails distinctly groomed with a ring on your middle finger, mole on your wrist that compliments the skin of your mouth.
he stares at you. wishes he could say your name. it’s at the tip of his tongue, as if he knows it, as if he could scream it over and over while you continue your silent mission to give him messy and sloppy head. his precum drips along with your saliva and it’s on his curly pubic hair, it gets on your nose, changbin’s thighs are even coated in it: you don’t stop, neither do you slow down.
he doesn’t remember the next things well. he hears something blaring but he doesn’t respond. he simply focuses on you, your hands and how your pretty nails wrap around him so nicely, how the mole and your lips move in fast unison on his cock. changbin can’t even make out what he’s saying but he knows how stupid he’s getting.
you let him know through breathy laughs in between. you call him cute. he’ll never forget your voice. your smile. your hands, your lips.
then you latch your mouth onto his balls. then your tongue licks a stripe up his ass.
the moans and whines and whimpers and cries that leave him drown out as you give him praises. “there you go,” “how adorable.” it’s borderline addictive as your hand pumps around him while your mouth sucks on his balls.
your hands and mouth go until he shoots a load out unexpectedly, cumming all over your face. but you don’t stop, you don’t slow down. you call him out to cum more, to shoot again on your tongue, and then a stripe of cum leaves his tip. he cums a third time, a fourth, a fifth, all in rapid succession as his cock fails to stop pulsing and shooting more.
his orgasm finally finished when he loudly screams your name—
beep. beep. beep. beep.
changbin’s eyes shoot awake, body trembling as it sits up instantly.
it’s 6 AM. he needs to go.
the morning is rough for him. like every other morning, it’s monotonous and hard — he can’t help his hard cock, walking through his apartment with an erection that wouldn’t go down.
after a breakfast that tastes like everything else, he goes on to brush his teeth. standing before him is himself in the mirror but it’s not what he sees.
all he recalls is you.
a visual of your hands — well-groomed nails, ring on your middle finger, mole on the wrist — creeping across his hips and down to his crotch make him feel hard again. the semi in his pants became a nuisance, so after he spits his toothpaste and mouthwash on the sink, he immediately reaches down.
“it’s not the same but it works,” he thinks aloud, as it fails to work. his own fingers, as stubby as his length, fail to reach the same
how the fuck is someone fictional so good at satisfying me?
changbin’s thoughts turn from frustration back into painful memory as he sees your face in his head. you’re stunning, he thinks again, as your image smiles from behind his reflection. then he blinks, and it’s all gone, and his frustrated cock simply stands.
he isn’t sure how to go about his day like this. he wears his big jeans to hide it at the very least, but the material on his crotch only ever really feels like hell for him. he goes to work like this, unable to take his mind off of you.
on his drive to work, he takes a detour to buy an extra file holder and a few other supplies. it pains him even more to be out for an even more extended period of time. he grumbles as he parks, staring down at his crotch as his car shuts. he could scold it if he wasn’t walking out in public.
so he enters the store with furrowed brows, eyeing his supplies until he bumps into an item. pissed, he reaches down to grab it and put it back, before a hand with well-groomed nails, a ring on the middle finger, and a mole on its wrist grabs it for him.
“there you go,” a smile beams before changbin.
it’s you.
“thank you,” he blurts out with puppy eyes and a pale face. what are the chances?
he’s antsy. he doesn’t want to leave. he doesn’t care if he’s straining ever so painfully against his own pants. you don’t notice, you just look back at him.
“no worries.”
you simply walk back to pick up another thing from the same aisle.
and so changbin’s stuck. there’s something alluring about you, the ideal person that he dreamed up with the exact same hands and gorgeous face that he’s thought of for the third time around. but he cannot mentally stand sparing you a glance or a thought, lest he explodes.
cruicially, he doesn’t want to leave without knowing your name.
lining up at the counter, you’re behind him and he feels your presence fully. your scent, your shadow cast on his, your hands grasping the shopping basket by your side that’s dangerously close to his own. he is scared at this point, so scared of turning your way or having you inch closer to the point he might feel your breath on his neck. it all takes him back to the sloppy blowjob, the feeling of your hands satisfying and overstimulating his pathetic cock.
he wants to make small talk with you. he wants to ask you who you are. that you’ve been in his dreams. that you made him cum. that your lips are heaven and your hands are hell. but he cannot. he shies away from your view but fails, turns bak to see you looking straight at him before turning your eyes away with a smirk.
you check out at two separate counters. you walk out the door, but changbin holds it for you on your way out.
“thank you,” you smile.
“n-no worries,” he stutters back.
how does he ask for your name? he sweats but you could sense it. your smile grows and a laugh, the same breath that he remembers exhaling right onto his skin and leaving goosebumps at his wake.
“how adorable. i’m y/n, what’s your name?”
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Hi! Can I ask for some headcanons of Mikey and Izana taking an interest in the sibling of one of their gang members? After all it's a peak sibling behaviour to be given away to their brother's crazy boss like some sacrificial lamb.
MIKEY, IZANA x READER (separate)
₊˚⌗ mikey and izana taking an interest in one of their gang member’s sibling.
⤷ cw : general yandere themes, potential kidnapping??? implied forced relationships (i kept it vague, so it’s up to personal preference, really)
notes : i said i would start getting requests and i know, i know, it’s been a few days since then, but look! i got this done for you guys :) it is definitely not my best work though, so keep that in mind
mikey : your older brother so happened to piss mikey off, you heard vaguely something about giving up critical intel to a rivaling gang without even realizing he was doing it, your idiot brother. since it wasn't intentional, mikey decided to take care of it himself by coming to your house to try and settle a deal with your brother.
you heard the commotion and listened through the door their conversation, and just when it was getting a little bit interesting, a little bit heated too, you pressed to hard against the door not knowing it wasn't closed all the way causing you to fall right into the floor in front of mikey and your brother.
"oh? who's this, huh?" mikey asks in a low tone, one bordering on amused as he looks away from you and at your brother, smirking. you only stare dumbfounded, still stiff on the floor from such an embarrassing give away to your eves dropping while your brothers eyes widen as he looks between you and mikey nervously.
"mikey, they don't have anything to do with this. they were just listening in cause they don't know how to mind their fucking business, alright? this is between you and me," your brother chokes out, sounding desperate. you scoff offendedly at the jab out you being nosey; who the hell wouldn't be nosy when their brother got his ass into some trouble with a gang leader?
your annoyance with your brother dissipates when mikey bends down in front of you, his hand coming to grab at your chin, moving your face from side to side as he looks at you.
"you're pretty, aren't you?" he whispers more to himself than anyone else in the room, but you still heard him, and you gulp in anticipation, lips parting afterwards to breath in more air because you feel suffocated under his gaze.
"you know, i can forget all about your little mess up if you let me have your sibling..." mikey suggests, an almost threatening tone laced within his words. you inhale sharply as your stomach whirls and your heartbeat races. your brother gives you a sympathetic look, and you know then that there's no way getting out of this.
izana : it was chance that he met you, the younger sibling to one of his lower ranked gang members. you weren't supposed to be at the docks, but you followed your brother one night who had foolishly led you straight into the prying, lustful eyes of other gang members of whom you had the misfortune to catch the eye of. the commotion caught izana's attention, and from that moment you'd trapped yourself in a corner to be stalked and analyzed by a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce.
you really were like a deer in headlights that night, stumbling shyly into the center of the docks for all to see. your brother stood staring wide eyed at you, hissing about why the fuck you were there and how you should be asleep at home, but izana was quick to shush him.
"why the hell are you getting mad when you were the insolent fuck who got followed, huh?" he grits, glaring at your brother, daring him to say another word. when your brother bites his tongue and looks away shamefully, izana turns to you with a softer expression on his face.
"it's dangerous for you to be around here at night, you know? do you even know what kind of place you walked yourself into?" he asks, a lilt of amusement in his voice as he watches you curl into yourself, your hands grasping at the hem of your shirt tightly.
"i just-" you start, a nervous wobble in your voice as you realize the kind of situation you've found yourself in, "my brother- i just wanted to know what my brother was up to. i didn't know it would be, uh, this..." you trail off, taking a small step back when izana starts to approach.
"yeah? well, you're awful dumb, huh? now look at you, you're practically shaking like a fucking leaf," he huffs a laugh, "don't worry, pretty angel, not a damn person here will hurt you. i'll make fucking sure of that," he whispers the last part to you as he stops right in front of you, staring at you with his wide, intense eyes.
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thigh riding ; jude bellingham 🖤
summary ♡ i mean, literally what it says on the tin.
pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader
content ♡ 18+ (mdni), smut, established relationship, thigh riding ofccc, softdom!jude (?), dirty talk, reader is a whiny mess, tiny bit of cunnilingus at the start, lots of making out bc jude bellingham having the most perfect lips and me not putting them to work would be an injustice, teeny bit of tit play, 0 plot 100% porn
a/n ♡ (yet another repost since tumblr hates me & decided to delete the last one 🫠) anon hiiii tysm for the request and for the lovely compliment 🥺💘 i hope this is what ur looking for <33 pls lmk if u have any feedback/requests my luvs :3
“oh, oh my god,” you purr, legs akimbo on the soft couch where you’re engaging in all things sinful with your boyfriend who’s kneeling on the stone-cold floor, your back arching off the material which causes jude to moan from the way your pussy pushes further onto his face.
the room is cool but your bodies are lit with the fuel of arousal. you’re completely naked by the way, jude’s one remaining item of clothing being the tight black briefs that put a strain on his rock solid cock. to say you can only see the outline of it would be an understatement. you could have sworn you’ve seen it twitch at least three times.
he’s been at it for the best part of twenty minutes now, tongue dipping in and out of your wet hole, but most of his mouth’s focus is on your growingly sensitive clit, every muscle working hard to suck, tease and kiss the bundle of nerves.
you haven’t been given the gift of even one orgasm in those twenty minutes however, the requests coming from your boyfriend’s swollen and pussy juice-coated lips insisting on you not cumming just yet and if you can hold on now, i promise i’ll make it worth the wait, darling.
jude’s tongue laps increasingly faster as the seconds pass, your eyes almost getting wetter than your soaked cunt over how unfair he’s being right now. your hands restlessly pull at his dark ringlets of hair, the moans leaving your mouth starting to become even more frenzied.
“oh fuck, jude, please,” you elongate the last syllable of that plea to show how desperate you are to finish all over his plump lips and skilled tongue, spine curving even more in an attempt to make him change his mind; change whatever he’s been planning and to just let you coat his mouth and chin with your cum.
his lips pull away from you before his large hands bring your shaking legs together, and you’re unable to comprehend how he can stop eating out your pulsating cunt and leave you unfulfilled so easily. a whine of exasperation subconsciously exits your throat.
jude bites his bottom lip to stifle a chuckle, standing up and sitting in the space on the sofa right next to you, feet firmly planted on the wooden floor.
“i promised that i would make all the teasing worth your while, right, baby?” he leans in to plant a small kiss on your pouting lips, unintentionally deepening it when he finds you laying your palms on his chest and kissing back with all the misplaced fervour you’d lost while chasing a high that never came from when his lips were lower down your body. you whine against the softness of his mouth, your own lips slightly parting to leave breathy moans. jude partially gapes his mouth too, taking in all the sounds and sighs imparting from your throat before he takes your mouth in his again, the two of you now passionately making out on the couch. before you both get carried away in the embrace of each other’s wandering hands, jude pulls away, leaving a conclusive smooch over the pout on your sweet face.
“come sit here then, darling.”
he spreads his legs and pats his left thigh, the one closest to you, and you almost haphazardly roll over in sheer desperation, the thought of your wetness on his bare skin creating a deliciously anticipating feeling in the bottom of your stomach.
as you hover over his thigh, jude can feel the heat of your cunt from inches away, gulping at the way your breathing gets shakier before you position yourself on his toned muscle with a satisfied groan.
“good girl,” he praises as you slip both hands onto his shoulders to anchor yourself, his own hands coming to grip you at the hips and hold you in place. “is my baby gonna ride me now, hm? ride my thigh until she gets what she deserves for being so good for me?” his wanton words make you clench down on the surface of his warm skin. you haven’t done this before but you’re determined to put on a show for jude and to finally enjoy the rewards of a well awaited orgasm.
you give him a hurried nod, shifting all your weight onto your hands and therefore his shoulders as you raise your body up slightly before coming back crashing onto him, a shameless moan leaving your lips when your cunt comes into contact with his thigh.
“ah, jude,” you whine out, hips rocking to run your slippery core up and down him. his spit from earlier and your own arousal helps to lubricate your gyrating movements, the ease of it all only making you move harder and faster on your lover’s thigh.
“you’re doing such a good job, sweetheart, fuck,” jude comments as he guides you on him, the slickness of your pussy turning him on beyond reason. “making a mess though, aren’t ya?” he looks down at the skin of his left thigh, now glistening with your juices.
you don’t move your eyes from his face but only whine some more, panting into the parting of his lips. “o-oh my god, jude, you feel so good.”
he grips onto your hips harder, surely leaving a bruise in the making, but you don’t care, the feeling of his muscular thigh so glorious under your drenched folds.
“you close, baby? let me help you out,” jude’s now grinding you against him himself, almost lunging your entire body into him. again you don’t mind because the sensation is so fucking good, your brain dizzy with the pretty image of his gritted teeth and dark furrowed brows. your clit throbs at the spectacle in front of and below you.
“want you to cum on my thigh, darling, need you to cum on my thigh,” he’s the one getting whiny now, voice reaching an ever so slightly higher frequency. “you deserve it, baby girl, let go for me, angel, cum all over me.” he slips the very tip of his thumb over your clit, making you nearly scream with the contrast of friction over the wet squelches of your cunt rubbing on him.
“jude, fuck, i’m so close, please,” you beg, not sure what you’re really asking for because jude is giving you his all, head ducked down and lips now on your left nipple, sucking and swirling it with his tongue, the stimulation feeding the journey to your orgasm. “shit, fuck, fuck.”
your mewling and moaning get louder, the sounds of your sopping cunt and the quiet groans coming from your lover heating up the air around you. jude pulls his mouth off your tit with a pop before his face comes into line with yours.
“cum for me, darling,” he coos, hands now at your waist to get a more centred control of your rapidly moving body. “my baby girl deserves to cum, been working so hard and so good for me, haven’t ya, sweetheart?” he flexes his thigh suddenly, the muscle seeming like it could almost penetrate you.
and with that, the cord in your lower stomach snaps. the explosive feeling travels right through to your weeping pussy where you make an unholy amount of mess on jude’s thigh, your cum gushing onto his brown skin.
you let out an almost anguished belter of a scream before jude catches it with his mouth, tongue slipping in to cradle yours as your moans get smaller and smaller, dissipating past his lips. pussy now clenching on him, he intensifies the kiss, guiding you to lay down on the sofa as he balances on top of you, hands still clasped on the contour of your waist, yours now hooked around his neck. your aching legs wrap around him instinctively and his mouth is hardworking as ever right now, dancing against yours in a heatedly sweet method.
it feels like hours before you both pull away for the sake of air, neither of you wanting to do so. jude leaves a romantically deep kiss on your lips before pulling his face up to look into your eyes.
“did so good for me, baby,” he mumbles, moving down to leave kisses on your neck as you take this opportunity to finally pant out the effects of your orgasm and catch your breath. “always so good for me.”
you experience the hardness of his cock twitch again, this time feeling it on your inner thigh. you’re not totally spent, right?
you lay a kiss on the tip of his nose before smiling oh so sweetly.
“let me repay you now, jude. please?”
#TAKE THREE AAAAND ACTION 🎬#actually a JOKE how many times ive posted this now 😭😭#anyway anon tysmm for the request i hope you like thisss 🥺💘#if you haven’t read it already over the past 2 days that is 😭#˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗#˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗#˗ˏˋ ✉️ ˎˊ˗#anon#jude bellingham#jude bellingham smut#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham x fem!reader#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham x y/n#football imagine#footballer imagine#footballer smut
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This anon hate stuff is so awful. Editors do not deserve the threats they have been receiving from disgusting anons. Truly pathetic to see that beings hide behind anonymity to send vile things to creators for no reason at all
DNI if you have ever sent anon hate, you are not welcome on this blog. You disgust me
#💬 ⦂ Chatting.#important#🍇 threats are pathetic and gross#Anons get a fucking life#Harassing people on the internet is not going to make you any more desirable
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what do you think would be matthew’s favourite positions and why?
really, anything that shows off his strength! or allows him to watch your ass bounce :3
legs over shoulders feeds into his strength kink heavy. gets off on watching your eyes cross from how deep he's reaching. once he notices the belly bulge poking through your skin, his hips stutter momentarily to admire it. "shit baby, so big inside of you, huh? making you feel so good you can't speak...look at me baby, want your eyes on me." leans down to pull at your bottom lip, moaning through kisses against your mouth as he pounds faster.
doggy is a given. any view of your ass makes him crave creaming inside of you more than anything. he loves gripping it and making you gasp, watching his cock become more and more slippery as it moves inside of you. any variation where you fall forward from him fucking you dumb makes him throb. your babbles of "more...more oh fuck matt.." this one too is so romantic, when he's wanting to feel you up and squeeze your nipples while fucking so deep into you. relishes hearing your ass clapping loudly against his hips while you squeal. is more than happy to peck your syrupy swollen lips as he pushes you to orgasm again.
cowgirl or reverse cowgirl classics but the best according to him! loves gazing at you taking over and bouncing on his thick dick, sometimes pulling off of him extra slow to feel every bulging vein. "feels so good, baby, doing such a good job for me..." he whispers as he lightly spanks you, your flesh jiggling while you yelp. feels his chest (and cock head) swell when you ask for his assistance, matthew smirking as he power bottoms into you from below.
69 the most well-known win-win! grunts against your pussy lips while feeling up your hips and ass, your spit coating his dick while you fist him. subconsciously, you both turn it into a competition of who can make the other cum undone first: matthew spitting into your sticky folds, you sucking at his leaking reddened tip and attempting to deep throat. the bedroom is filled with broken moans, heavy breathing, and slick skin movement as you writhe against each other.
#💬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖#anon ⊹ ࣪ ˖#matthew smut#seok matthew smut#zb1 smut#zerobaseone smut#zb1 hard hours#zb1 hard thoughts
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please write about bread :3
your wish is my command.
₊⊹ 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐅 ♡. | xiaox bread!reader
xiao stared at the mysterious loaf of bread on the table. it had somehow materialized on the tables littered across the balcony in the mere seconds he glanced away.
odd. he eyed it, readying his spear as he stepped closer, golden eyes flashing.
it was then, as he neared, as his heart skipped a beat. until then, he was never even aware such a thing had happened — you were just that miraculous.
yes. he confirmed it the moment he spotted your well-baked crust. this... this was no ordinary loaf of bread. this loaf... it was different from all the other loaves... it was... interesting, not basic... quirky, even.
xiao stared at it in a moment longer, and then he could not continue his restraint. lunging forward, he seized your bread body in his sturdy grip, pressing his lips to the soft surface and smooching it lovingly, tenderly.
"i..." his voice was unsteady, unsure, yet he did not waver in his pursuit, refusing to avert his gaze from your bready eyes(?) despite his clearly flushed features. "...you're the one for me. don't even look at any other pieces of toast, don't even talk to them, don't even think about them... p-pllease, won't you go out with me?"
the silence was unbearable. his cheeks and ears burned, and his heart fluttered abashedly, a sensation that was warmly unfamiliar.
"...."
"you.... feel the same way?"
the adeptus had never experienced such unbridled joy before, but now he leaped striahgt into your doughy embrace, eyes shining.
"beloved, i-" he choked back his own glistening tears. it was too much.
"yes... i-i loaf you too...."
(a/n) the end. tw emotional btw
taglist: who the fuck is going to read this. im genuilney contemplating whether or not i should tag this but its probably be a sin im so sorry my husband its just a phase i swaer
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Nonono but hear me out
Corrupting Priest Gojo
The all knowing (derogatory) cocky witty surprisingly young Priest Gojo who doesn't look like a virgin but the second you put his mouth on him he doesn't scream for god anymore, he screams for you- imagine pulling on the rosary around his neck or even binding his wrists together with it- the broken blabbering, sobbering priest Gojo just gonna see the pearly gates when you're done with him and his pretty, not-so-untouched-anymore cock
-glasses anon
oh my god im …. insane ….
tw: sacrilege and religious imagery but the idea of gojo growing up in the church and never wanting to disobey the word of god and what he’s been taught all his life so by the time he becomes a priest he’s a complete and innocent virgin. when you put your mouth on him for the first time his milky thighs are quivering and his cock is so painfully hard and flushed he thinks that he’s being punished :(
like poor priest gojo with the prettiest tears in his eyes in his angelic blue eyes — shining like holy water, as you swipe your tongue through the slit on his seedy cockhead. he chokes on a sob, grasps when you cheekily fondle his weight balls and dip your tongue over his taint. satoru grasping at the little cross sitting over his heart, begging for forgiveness through hiccups and sobs, moaning out your name like it’s a prayer.
the closer gojo gets, the more he forgets who he’s supposed to be worshiping. not you, the woman on her knees between his legs, sucking the life out of him, licking up every drop of precum and grazing over the blue veins on that tattoo his dick. he cums with pathetic moan as the burning in his pelvis ceases and he fills your mouth with his cream, in thick syrupy waves.
stop and when his eyes flutter shut during his orgasm, the halo of his white hair askew and his lips parted in sinful moans — you reach up to grab his rosary and tug it so hard the beads snap and clatter across the floor of the confessional booth. you drag him down to press a kiss to satoru’s lips, feeding him his own orgasm, his first taste of sin.
and the second he tastes himself on your reddened lips, he finds out what it’s like to be cast out from heaven.
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2023. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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runi what if the when racer!chuuya racer!dazai but they fuck you in the car and the we 😳 (i was literally thinking abt this last night)
-🍮 anon! ^_^
AND THEN??😳😳 (link to racer hcs)
"can you ride it baby?" he asks you, gripping your waist as you sit on his lap inside his car. "can i?" you ask, a teasing smile resting on your lips — grinding your hooter against his strained, leaking, wet patch. "fuck - just - need.. more of you," he whines, throwing his head back. clearly, his dingleding needed a cave to find warmth in; to relieve the pent up stress you were beginning to give him. you pout, a fake one he managed to conjure. "you'll get plenty more of me if you sit there and let me tie you up," your smirk widens when he gave you an exhausted eye roll. "just - ugh! fine.. - tie it," he gave you his wrists reluctantly, "now that you've tied me, strip and fuck yourself silly on my dick."
no specific name for "he" bc it can either be dazai or chuuya 😉
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Imagine this: Changbin hiding the fact he tried to masturbate thinking his lover was out for too long..forgot to take out the vibrator in him and he tries to lie while holding back the noises..the whole night it's in him moving around and he keeps holding back..but when they are about to sleep his lover asks him if he's hiding anything..this has been in my head and it turns me on
anon. oh my god.
🏷️ sub!changbin. dom!gn!reader. established relationship. sex toys.
it’s so good. way too good to stop. changbin keeps the vibrator inside him while he fists his cock for what seems like forever.
he wishes that the vibrator was being controlled by you, so he recreates your cruelty — and sweetness — by hiding the remote under his pillow while he uses yours between his legs.
but before he could hump the pillow, hell seeps through the crack between the door frame once changbin realizes you’re at the door.
knock, knock, knock.
“binnie, i’m back,” you yawn, stretching your arm as you swing the door open.
oh fucking shit.
changbin isn’t quick enough despite your slow movements. he pulls up his shorts but forgets to turn the vibrator off, so he simply clamps his legs shut with your pillow instead. he looks all sorts of weird, face fully flushed and sweaty, his body covering more than half the bed, curly hair tousled although he hasn’t slept, face shocked as if he didn’t expect you home — though he should have, it’s just that he didn’t check the time.
so much for jerking off. rather, so much for thinking about you.
“how’ve you been?” you tilt your head, curious at your suspiciously flushed boyfriend.
thank god that the vibrator that you got for changbin is silent, but why did it have to be so strong? changbin
“i just…worked out a bit,” he huffs, “uhh, did some cooling down exercises here.”
“didn’t you just come from the gym?”
“i did! and…i was bored, so i did jumping jacks…” changbin cuts you off a little too excitedly.
there’s a star in changbin’s eye when he winks at you as a distraction from the fact that the little toy is fucking him on the highest setting. he struggles not to whine, so he coughs a bit after shooting you a reassuring smile.
you’re not really buying it though, but nothing shows on your face. he mistakes it for the coast being clear. he kind of hopes you’d briefly get out of the room, though.
“oh well. i also have some unfinished work.” you sit down on the edge of the bed beside his legs, reaching for your laptop from your bag. “mind if i just finish this?”
he minds. a lot.
firstly, you look way too hot. you’re just in everyday semiformal, but that’s the exact type of clothing changbin imagined you in while he was abusing his cock earlier. secondly, you’re right there and way too close. it makes the butterflies pool in his stomach, but the butterflies fly in tornadoes until they burst into flames. he figures it’s from both from the close proximity and from the sickeningly unforgiving vibrator.
and thirdly, the said vibrator found its way through changbin’s sweet spot, giving him a full body shiver. you could feel him quivering through the comforters.
“is my binnie okay?”
“i’m f-fine. just tired.”
you silently question whether muscle spasms can cause vibrations as big as that. they could, but not like that. in fact, he shakes eerily similar to the time you tried that vibrator for the first time.
he was a screaming mess. his ass was moving on its own, in the air and quivering from the sensations inside him. he kept begging for you, unclear with what he desired specifically, but you knew that he just wanted you. all of you. he wanted more of what you were doing, whining your name with no aim of a demand, drooling onto the bedsheets while his fists grabbed helplessly onto the pillows as you put the vibrator into the highest setting for seconds on end, making him cum.
it’s too bad he can’t do any of that now.
so he stares. he stares at you and what you’re working on while awkwardly trying to shift positions on the bed. he tries helplessly to stop the vibrator from hitting the spot that gets him cumming the hardest, but it only goes further in. his walls clench and tighten around the toy while he watches your fingers. he catches your reflection in the laptop screen.
he’s so fucked, literally and figuratively.
you look back at your pitiful boyfriend.
the poor pillow between changbin’s thighs and the vibrator is suspiciously wrinkled, but you think nothing of it as your boyfriend shifts his position slightly again. you think he’s just acting naturally cute like this, thighs squeezed against the fabric while the curvature of his ass peeks from behind his hips.
it looks delicious. so plump that not even the facade of his body can cover it. it looks especially full, and you know this even if you’re unaware that it’s literally filled.
you can’t help the urge, and so you slap changbin’s ass.
what a fucking mistake.
the boy’s eyes widen as he successfully bites back a supposedly loud whine. that’s what he thinks, as a little whimper betrays his lips in the process.
but you try to think nothing of it, smirking at him instead.
“so cute,” you coo.
if only he could run to the bathroom without cumming in his shorts. everything affects him to such a high degree that he’s red, warm to the touch, and sweating buckets. he merely digs his head into his pillow and clenches his ass instinctively, hopelessly looped back into the never-ending cycle of suffering that he got himself into.
then you get up from your spot. you slam the laptop down and stretch, putting the device lazily on the bedside table without a second thought. you toss your accessories off and simply stretch your back until it hits the bed, lying down beside changbin.
shit, shit, shit.
“i had a long day,” you start. “can we cuddle?”
“ah, uhm, sure, b-but i’m…a little sweaty and sore, yeah.” changbin fails to keep his cool.
“but we always hug even if you’re sweaty and sore.” you pout and squeeze his bicep. “we even fuck like that.”
god, if you don’t stop talking to him like this.
changbin lets out a small whine, attempting to hide his face in the pillow again. that’s when your suspicion ticks. you could feel a strong vibration against the bed and you’re not sure if it’s your boyfriend or your overheating laptop by the bedside table.
“are you sick?”
“no…”
“then what’s up?”
he looks away and that’s when you notice how watery his eyes are. his face is fully flushed, his ears are red. sweat gets his bangs sticking to his forehead. he looks like he’s quite literally heated up.
and he is. the vibrations of the machine inside his ass heats him up, which doesn’t help his already warming walls. his plush ass keeps it in and the more he involuntarily clenches, the more that he feels it whirring and hitting his insides. it almost hurts but it’s so good, and you’ve been at this for so long but he can’t blame you.
he wants to just admit it.
“are you hiding something?”
but he can’t.
“n-no…”
“binnie, you’re stuttering. you don’t look okay. is anything bothering you?”
he could cry. from the pain, from the pleasure, from the fact that you care so much about him that his heart swells as much as his sweet spot is swelling at this point. he can’t help this insane amount of love but fuck, if he could just turn it off.
but a part of him doesn’t want to.
and when you find out, you don’t either.
you yank your pillow out of changbin’s thighs and the vibrator slips out from the force.
you’ve been thinking about it since earlier: your pillow was sitting between his legs for seemingly no reason. though, you know him better than he does, and you know that’s a sign that he’s horny. he always masturbates with your pillow between his legs. you could only guess why, but your intuition serves you right as changbin stares in horror at the vibrator whirring outside of him.
for some reason, the emptiness of his ass hurts, but your reassuring smile cuts through it as he stares at your face.
“if you wanted me to help, you should’ve asked, binnie.”
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Baji WOUKD outdo your toy- you could have thag toy before him and if he finds it he gonna make sure he fucks you much better then the toy bc why tf do tou need it when he’s there- hell have you bouncing your back and hole completely on fire bc he relentless on having you completely cum more on his cock then the toy
- 🌑
baji actually gets a little bit jealous of the toy if we're being honest here. he doesn't outright say it, but you can tell because he puts his all into pleasuring you. literally will crawl on top of you and pull your hips right up against his so that his thrusts are hitting you nice and deep. runs his hands all over your body, rubbing against the areas that make you whine and huff in pleasure, kisses along your neck and imposingly presses his lips into your mouth as his thrusts grow more and more aggressive because he's so worked up about being better than that damn toy. and baji has a filthy mouth. he tells you all kinds of nasty shit while he fucks you to be petty about you using a toy like, "look at you a mess on my cock when just a few minutes ago you were gettin' all angry at your toy cause it wasn't makin' y' feel good. 'ts cause it wasn't me. only i can fuck you as good as this, y' understand?"
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comforting jules in these hard times :(( (with a bj ;))
summary ♡ what the request says!
pairing ♡ jules koundé x gn!reader
content ♡ 18+, smut, blowjob, (untranslated) french terms of endearment, religious undertones for some reason, not proofread, hopefully quite lovey-dovey idek this was so rushed 😭
a/n ♡ hiiii my first little snippet!! these are generally going to be short ask-based fics that are one scene/one action + i hope to share more with u guys! :D tysmmm anon for this request i hope it lives up to ur expectations!!
the copious amount of condescending headlines about his football club was creating a frenzied commotion in the world of spanish sports media and jules found it difficult to dull the noise. add on top the emotional stress of his manager’s departure from the club and it was enough to make a boy like him break into a million pieces.
yet you were like his superglue. you held him together with the mere thought of your presence in his mind and the nights spent tangled between the sheets and gasping promises of forever grounded jules to the best version of reality for him.
this night was no different, you trying your best to make it all about him (not that it was hard — you were practically devoted to the boy) after he came home close to tears, the burdensome weight of work troubles proving heavy on his shoulders. he was never one to let his professional life trespass into his personal one but you made it clear from day one that you were both a team and that yes, it may be “his problem” but you were both going to jump over those hurdles hand-in-hand.
and the first approach in which you consoled him was with the help of your lips on his bare, sweaty skin, not sure if the subtle dampness was from a session in training or the way his skin always warmed up to the feeling of your mouth; the feeling of familiarity and of what just felt right.
“please don't tease tonight, baby,” jules whispered in a tone close to begging, body writhing on the couch, his voice desperate for that same familiarity to save him from losing himself in the uncertainty that had tainted the past few days.
“not even thinking about it, jules,” you tongued at his abdomen on your way down to the waist of his shorts, fingers running inside the elastic band and skimming the part where he needed you the most. “wanna take good care of you tonight.”
a blissful sigh escaped from the parting of jules’ lips as you peeled the material off of him and cast it aside, the only thing left between you and his pure form being the pesky boxers that constrained his cock. not wanting to rush the events of the night, you go to mouth kisses on the imprint and the damn thing twitches, tip jerking ever so slightly as it leaks pre-cum onto the black cotton softness.
“what was that about not even thinking about teasing, chérie?” he whined, hips raising in demand for you to do both of you a favour and free him from the restriction.
“i’m sorry, baby… can’t help myself, it looks so pretty like that,” you put on your best, prettiest pout and ran your fingertips down his length. “promise i’ll be good for you now.”
you finally granted him freedom and the way you quickly pulled down the set of underwear had the two of you so eager, your lips immediately came to wrap around half of his cock, the engulfing feeling sending jules’ mind into what he considered a premature frenzy.
“s-slow down, baby,” he stuttered, hands gripping onto the sides of your head to pull you back to his tip where you suckled like a woman parched, unable to allow yourself to let him go completely. jules was addictive in every sense and the way his dick slid down your throat was even more so. you’d burned every part of him into your mind, making sure it was all unforgettable, all something you could never tire of.
“mm-hmm.” your response was muffled as you effectively ignored your boyfriend’s pleas, mouth taking more of him in, back and forth on repeat as the stiffness slid down your throat. it wasn’t an easy feat since the thickness of jules’ cock was siding on the extraordinary but your mouth was drenched, spit running down your chin and over the skin of your chest as the movement of your head over him became much more rapid.
jules was near to bursting, fingers gripping onto the leather of the sofa as he couldn't help but push his hips further towards you which only brought his dick further into your mouth, the weeping head barging at the opening of your throat. he wanted to grip your head in his hands – as leverage, as control, as a means to get as close to you as possible – but was scared to do so due of his iron-strong hold and the way your tongue traced that one vein on the underside of his dick, oh god, it was heaven—no, it was beyond that. you were his salvation, his saving grace, his angel come to earth; you were so, so good to him and he didn’t think he deserved you. but you were always there to shoot that idea down; it was always a collaboration with the two of you, you were always equals and you were always going to be.
“i‘m gonna cum, mon ange,” your raven-haired lover whined, back arching as you continued your assault on his sensitive dick, lips reaching all the way to his pubic bone as his balls slapped against your chin with force, head motioning up and down, down and up, any which way to make jules flood your throat with that subtly-salty fluid. “oh my god, baby, please, please.”
there was no way you were relenting now, the sounds coming from jules only giving you the motivation to bring your hands to his thighs and push your tongue out, his cock still in your mouth, aiming to caress it with the wet muscle and rip his orgasm from him in a matter of milliseconds.
and that’s exactly what you achieved; a myriad of sweet moans from your boyfriend as he came down your throat, the mixture of clear spittle and milky-white cum threatening to spill out from your filled mouth but you drank it all up with his dick still between your lips, even managing to swallow as you moved back so that only the tip remained wrapped with the swollenness of them.
“was that good?” you asked sincerely once you had pulled off of his softening length and stood up before pressing the most tender of kisses to his lips which parted in sheer satisfied exhaustion.
“good? it was more than that, baby, fuck,” he let out a breathless laugh, grabbing your face to pull your mouth to his once again, the motion more hungry than before. “you make me forget about all that’s wrong, my love, thank you, thank you…”
you couldn’t help but let out a giggle and an aww, a promise of always being there to take care of him on your lips and he was more than appreciative.
“let me take care of you now, bébé. my girl deserves it. please?”
#anon ik this is crap so feel free to block and report me 😭#i caught myself thinking hmm how can i make a bj romantic then immediately went#😳 let’s calm down u slag x#jules kounde#jules kounde imagine#jules kounde smut#jules kounde x reader#jules kounde x y/n#jules kounde x you#football imagine#footballer imagine#footballer smut#-ˋˏ✄┈ saleeba’s snippets#˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗#˗ˏˋ ✉️ ˎˊ˗#anon
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I'm still waiting for an enemies to lovers trop from Erik 😆
ME TOO FRIEND ME TOO
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