♡⃕ SO SWEET ! ₊⁺
MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI!!
content: nsfw; smut; porn w no plot; afab!reader; fem!reader; cunilingus; inappropriate use of strawberry syrup and a lollipop…
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n/a: i know it’s not good for you but PLEASE don’t ruin my fantasy 😞. this is fiction guys don’t try it at home. english isn’t my first language and im still a rookie at writing so bear with me please! any feedback/request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3 repost bc there’s no way im letting this go.
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Satoru loves sweets. Whether they are mochis, dangos, candies, you name it. Do you know how they taste better, though?
When they're coated in your juices.
Oh, that has Satoru sent to another orbit. Satoru's sweet and pervy tooth relishes in the mixed taste of something sweet with your arousal. Just thinking about it has his slacks becoming too tight for him and his mouth watering for a taste of your sweet cunt.
Satoru likes to hear the shy noises and soft moans you let out when the cold and sticky texture of the strawberry syrup he squeezes out from the bottle falls onto your nipples or your puffy lips. It makes the experience even more delightful for him.
Or the look on your flushed and dazed face when his tongue laps a long stroke on your slit, your hips jerking up when he gives a mean suck to your swollen clit. But the taste. Oh, the taste.
"Fuck, you taste so fucking good," Satoru groans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he eats you out—absolutely pussy drunk, the taste of strawberry and your cum lingering on his tongue. Your back arches off the bed, your legs have him locked as your hands yank his hair to have him pressed to your pussy, feeling your second orgasm coming by leaps and bounds.
"You're gonna cum again, baby? Gonna have this pretty pussy gushing f'me?" he asks, rutting his hips on the mattress to have some relief on his aching cock, parting your folds with his tongue; his tight grip on your thighs leaving red handprints.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," you sobbed lightheaded, grinding your hips against him until you cried out his name, seeing stars as your hips stuttered, gushing all over him and soaking the sheets underneath you in your squirt.
Satoru kissed your trembling thighs and your soaked cunt lovingly, patiently waiting for you to come down for your high. "You okay?" he asked softly, his mouth glistening in drool and remains of strawberry syrup and your cum.
You nodded, managing a soft 'mhm' out of your mouth between gasps and soft pants, a weak but satisfied smile drawn on your lips.
"Good, 'cause I'm not done with you yet," he says, pulling away from between your thighs to get something out of his pocket. A small lollipop came out of his pocket.
Satoru unwrapped the candy carefully, popping it into his mouth. Through your half-lidded eyes, you saw him staring at you lusciously, his tongue swirling around the sweet and sucking the lollipop lewdly, pulling it out of his mouth and making a 'pop' sound. Ugh, this man, always doing something extra to look sexy.
Satoru sat back on the bed, a gentle tap on your thighs. "Lift your legs and press them together, baby," he instructed. You listened, holding your legs together in the air, though a little puzzled by his request. Satoru bit his lip in anticipation, suppressing a groan as he glided the wet candy across your slit, coating it in your slick. You sighed at the coolness of the lollipop rubbing across your folds, still sensitive from your previous orgasms and sending shivers throughout your body. "God, look at that," he grunted in awe, so much of your arousal creaming the candy.
He tapped the lollipop lightly against your abused clit, rubbing it and pulling moans out of you. "'Toru, what're you doing?" you panted in a daze, getting frustrated as to why he hadn't plunged his cock into your cunt yet. "Shh, lemme just..." Satoru murmured, sliding the candy down to your heat, pushing it in with ease and pumping it in and out of you.
You gasped, your toes curled, the lollipop massaging your walls and abusing that sweet spot that made you see stars, already feeling the coiling tension of your orgasm forming.
"'Toru! Stop! I'm so close," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around the hard candy. "wanna cum on your cock, please, let me cum on your cock..." you sobbed, your pleading words making Satoru halt his movements, pulling the lollipop out of you.
Satoru sighed. He would've liked making you squirt with the candy, but how could he deny you when you sounded so cute, pleading to cum on his dick? "Fine, whatever my girl wants," he says, positioning himself between your legs. "Hold this for me, love," he pushes the lollipop past your lips, the taste of your essence blended with the strawberry and cream-flavoured lollipop setting on your tongue. You moan at the taste, your cunt pulsing and aching to be stuffed by Satoru's girthy cock.
Satoru aligns his shaft to your needy cunt, grazing your folds with his tip before sinking down inside with ease. Satoru moans as he pushes in, your wet walls already clenching around him tightly—as if afraid to lose him.
"F-fuck," you sputter, your insides feeling so full of him and throbbing around his cock. Satoru places each of your legs on his shoulder, your feet dangling in the air and takes the candy out of your mouth. "I'm taking this out. Don't want you to choke on it, doll," he says, putting it in his mouth instead before starting to thrust into you.
The smell of sex and strawberry syrup lingered in the air, and the squelching sounds of your pussy were louder than Satoru's huffs and pants. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, damping his snow-like hair and sticking his bangs to his forehead. Fuck, you were squeezing him so tight, your tight walls sucking him so good as he pounded in you.
"Shit, baby, you feel so good," he groaned, one thumb circling your clit to get you closer to the edge. "This pretty pussy is so good f'me. So fucking amazing, taking me in like a champ," he hissed, rutting deep into you.
Satoru angled your hips, his cock reaching deeper inside your cunt, his head fucking straight on your sweet spot, drawing loud moans out of you--your hands clenching onto fists and gripping the sheets underneath you tightly. "F-fuck!" You cried out, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as your walls spasmed around his cock, gushing his abdomen and thighs as the waves of pleasure overtook you.
"That's it, baby, good girl," he huffed, his thrusts sloppier as he got closer to his peak. "Where do you want it? Where do you want my cum?" he said, his balls tightening and slapping against your ass.
"Inside, I want it inside," you purred, drool running down the side of your mouth, too fucked out to care where he'd shoot his load honestly.
Satoru bit his lip, suppressing the small whimpers coming out, announcing his soon orgasm. "Want me to stuff your cunt full of my cum, love?" he panted, his tongue lolling out—letting the lollipop drop on the side of the bed. "Yeah, I want it, I want it so bad. Please, fill me up with your load—I needed it," you babbled cockdrunk between breathy moans.
"Fuuuck, take it, take it," He groaned, emptying himself with his warm load inside you in shattered breaths. He pulled out, thick white translucent ropes of his cum seeping out of your cunt, soiling the bedsheets.
His chest heaving, Satoru peppered you with kisses, whispering sweet nothing to you. "Let me catch my breath and we'll take a nice bath together, okay? You must be all sticky from the syrup and the candy on you."
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Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader
“This is dumb.”
“It’s not dumb. It’s math.”
“But it’s not fuckin’ math.”
“Ugh, it’s an expression.”
“How is math an expression?”
“Oh my god...it just means it adds up, grandpa.”
“Still doesn’t make any fuckin’ sense.”
“Yes, it does. Here, we’ll try another one. Todoroki.”
“IcyHot?”
“No, Fuyumi. Obviously Shoto.” Your head jostled as a pillow thudded against your face before returning to the lap it had flown from. “Hey!” The blonde was nearly pouting.
“Don’t call him that.”
“You started it. Anyways...our Todoroki.” Your eye roll was interrupted as you dodged his second attack. This time you tugged the pillow into your own lap before he could reclaim it.
“Don’t call him that either.”
“Oh my god, just answer.”
“Man written by a man.”
“Noooo.” You kept one hand gripped into the pillow while the other massaged at your temple. “No, you’re still not getting it at all.”
“His dad was the one who raised him though.”
“Hardly-” the word combined with your scoff, “-and that’s not the point. He’s man written by a woman for sure. Especially after his character growth back in year one.”
“The fuck? Like what?”
“He listens, he’s supportive, he’s thoughtful, he is always trying to learn how to communicate better, works hard to strengthen the relationships around him, he-”
“Okay, I get it! Damn!” You didn’t reply, giving him a moment to collect whatever festering thoughts he seemed to be sorting through. You waited patiently for him to choose one to give shape to. He shaped it into a grumble. “...so what am I?”
“You? Hmmm.” You put effort into looking thoughtful.
“Man written by a man?”
“No?” He looked relieved, but unsure. Perfect. His loss of cushioned weaponry made you brave enough to continue. “You’re more like a feral raccoon written by a-“ He lunged. “Hey!” You shifted the pillow behind your back, pressing your body against it. You realized a little too late that obviously left one thing for him to go for...you. He had you pinned between those massive arms. Your smile was instant.
“I’ll show you fuckin’ feral, brat.”
“Okay, so now you’re a man written by a woman.”
“The fuck is wrong with you?”
“Several things, which is probably why I’m interested in feral rac-”
“Shut up.”
“Yessir.” You saluted as much as you could with the space you were given. He let his arms buckle, falling forward and knocking the wind out of you a bit. He laughed or huffed into your neck. Either way he was at your shoulder, shaking his head before he kissed your cheek.
“Thought you were gonna’ show me feral?”
“Mmmm, later.” He continued, answering the question you hadn’t asked yet. “You calmed me down.”
“Oh.” You ran your fingers through his hair. You could feel and hear his hum at the action.
“Keep talkin’.”
“You told me to shut up.” He nuzzled further into your hair as you pulled his.
“Didn’t mean it.” You scratched at his scalp again before sliding down to his neck and shoulders. “Wanna’ hear ya.” He was whining.
“Always so bossy.” You laughed as he dug a knuckle into your rib. “I didn’t say no.” He seemed satisfied as he settled himself further. Before you could complain about the weight, he shifted, turning into half big spoon/half weighted blanket.
“So my favorite things about raccoons...” He pawed at your face with one hand, attempting to hide his laughter somewhere to your left. “You’re exactly right. Let’s start with their hands and how they use them.”
He loves nerds.
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Love how Lucifer just manhandles Adam during their 'fight' despite everyone else getting their asses kicked. Plus him effortlessly destroying him when Charlie's in danger is really sweet.
gawd me too anon me too
that was everything me to me. like everything. It was built up so well too
we spent the whole season building up alastor as this massive powerhouse, eldritch, nobody messes with him. Only one who tried picking a fight with him (Vox) got utterly humiliated and everyone else was clearly outclassed. Except for Lucifer where Alastor merely just went with annoying instead of power challenging. Like we got vibes okay yeah makes sense that the King of Hell isn't intimidated by anyone, even if it's alastor, but Alastor got TWO wtf moments in Dad Beat Dad one with Husk and one with defending the hotel
other than that, it was pretty much, nobody messes with him cuz he will mess you up
and he fights Adam evenly sorta for a bit before Adam pulls out the "I'm an angel which is stronger than any demon" card and alastor gets his ass handed to him.
Like what a way to set up how strong ADAM is, having him beat Alastor. And then no one else in the hotel is as strong as Alastor was, so everyone's struggling. Charlie at least gets one good hit in but her inexperience kicks her in the ass and then Lucifer just shows up and
like hot DAMN that was just one hit! He broke Adam's mask, the force was enough to send him FLYING across the roof top, and bounce so hard against the billboard he BROKE THE SKYLIGHT
That was just a "HANDS OFF MY BABY" warning too, like LOOK at that face, that's not a "fight me" face it's a "if you touch my baby again, I will screw you so bad your bones will need therapy and you never recover"
Lucifer not even .2 seconds later, just upon seeing Charlie
and then yeah, Lucifer was NOT taking the fight with Adam serious at all, like the dude was taunting him, mocking him, dodging all of his attacks, just shapeshifting like Adam was a joke LIKE LOOK AT THIS
Lucifer isn't even scared, he's just "oh there's a wall there"
His FACE IM DYING he's legit like "wowwww you just tried shoving me into a wall? really? didn't have any other ideas? Soooooo original of you. I will mock you now"
HIS HANDS ARE BEHIND HIS BACK HE FOR REAL SAID HE COULD TAKE ADAM WITH BOTH HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK
rewatching rn for the screenshots, he's legit just shapeshifting for the fun of it. 70% of the time nothing has happened, he's just dodging adam and shapeshifting while doing it, like he doesn't need to be doing that this is 100% mockery.
And then the iconic
like omgggg this is soooo satisfying and amazing to watch. Like the set up of Adam being powerful was great, and then we just get this absolute trolling from Lucifer cuz he really doesn't care about Adam
And listen the trolling is great and all, but when Adam makes the mistake of not heeding Lucifer's warning of messing with his baby, and then does it a second time
RIP Adam just getting one shot-ed like that but hnnnnnggggg we got to see Lucifer fully pissed and it was GREAT
And somehow my favorite part wasn't even watching Lucifer go absolute ham on Adam, it was that even at his absolute most rage fueled moment, snarling like a beast where he was going to and fully intended on making good on his threat about messing with his baby
just one shoulder touch from Charlie and he's immediately chill. Like it's instantaneous, like how much do you love someone to be able to be absolutely livid, about to incinerate someone levels of rage only to immediately be "o oki! No more violence!" the second that person touches you???
Ugh I love them so much! Like everything about that fight, but especially how Lucifer can just go from absolutely the most dangerous person in one second and then OWO SOFT the next just by looking at Charlie
oops this post got long...
IMSORRYYYYY other than "More than Anything" and the phonecall with charlie this is one of the scenes I replay the most, I love them so much
Characters going absolutely feral over loved ones is just aasdfadffalklkmafdjalsg 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
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ugh think of like just jamming out to music (like upbeat rap/hip-hop) and hobie just being like wtf got you so happy and u give him one of ur earbuds and he can't help but jam with u (let's be honest here tho he'd try to pretend like it sucked ass just to mess with u). I just love this man♡♡
also i love ur writing so much it makes me wanna cry (but happy tears) thank youuu!!!
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thank u angel for the kind words !! ur amazing, thank u for the req!!
“what you smilin’ at, darlin'?” hobie looked down at you, slipping his warm hand into yours as he sat beside you.
it wasn’t uncommon for him to tuck you into his side, swinging you both onto the top of a bridge, building or any structure that overlooked london – it was one of your favourite things to do. take in the sights of the prepossessing skyline, cozy with your lover above the crowds and anguish of the city below. hobie would relish in seeing you so peaceful.
he was sat next to you, legs dangling off the edge, playing with your fingers, guitar discarded on the concrete behind you, though he would usually play for you when you were both alone.
cross-legged, you sat with your phone in your lap, one earbud in, the other dangling across your chest, blasting a new playlist you’d constructed. you’d been absentmindedly bobbing your head to the beat, a minute hum sounding in your throat.
“oh, uh,” you read aloud the song name and artist, too distracted to see hobie’s look of disapproval, “do you wanna listen?”
looking up at him, you caught his rather annoying what-do-you-think expression, to which you rolled your eyes.
“don’t be so stubborn,” you picked up the second earbud with your free hand and offered it to him, smiling when he reluctantly took it. he knew the music you listen to was incredibly varied, often a wide range of artists he’d never heard of. your music collection at home was eclectic, and he was almost convinced you had a song for any scenario possible.
sighing, he popped the earbud in, being met immediately with an unfamiliar melody.
“‘the fuck is this?” he muttered, a displeased expression etched onto his face. if you didn’t know him so well, you’d almost be offended, but you just smirked to yourself and continued playing the song.
a minute or two pass and you’re humming the tune again, tapping your fingers against the back of his hand. turning your gaze to him, you almost cheered at the sight you were met with.
looking down, hobie sat with his eyes closed, his head bobbing along to the beat. he almost looked impressed. smiling, the innocence of the moment warmed your heart. he was in his own world, peaceful and gentle, his hand in your lap tapping along with you. you knew he’d like the song, that’s why you put it on.
“see!” you squealed with excitement, squeezing his fingers, his eyes shooting open, “i knew you’d like it!”
he didn’t even answer at first, just huffed and turned his head from you. he didn’t wanna see your beaming, satisfied smile, knowing you’d read him like a book.
“it was alright, i guess.”
giddy, you squeezed his hand tight and cuddled into his arm, the feeling of his cuffs not even phasing you as the excitement flooded, and he was fighting battles not to turn and tease you for it.
finally turning back to look at you, you had your head resting on his shoulder, arms wrapped up in his, your legs swinging mindlessly off the concrete ledge. leaning down, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, earning a tiny content sigh from you.
“what else do you ‘ave on there?”
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