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melanieph321 · 6 hours

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I did write a similar piece after man city got knocked out of Champions league. (Link below)

Could do something different? How about you being a United fan. You lost last years fa cup and he made fun of you. Revenge type ting 😂

NOW THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!! 🙌🔥

Ruben Dias x Reader - Sweet Revenge

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Who knew that Ruben was a sore loser? What a discovery, you thought. Despite Man City's triumph I the Prmeier League, he couldn't quite get over their lost to United in the FA Cup. You'd wake up at night hearing him mutter in his sleep. "At Wembley...Can't believe that they got us at Wembley..."

Eventually, Ruben would roll over and go back to bed, but as his girlfriend, his behavior was a tad concerning. However....as a United fan, what a glorious time to be alive.

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

You joined Ruben in the living room. It's where he spent most of his current days post-season, in front of the TV, contemplating his life decisions.

"What?" He hissed, eyeing you like you had just insulted his entire family. Just your presence would spite him these days, knowing damn well that his girlfriend was a Man United fan. If he wasn't madly in love with you, he would have shown you the door right after the Cup final.

"I dunno?" You shrugged. "Losing for once? It hurts, doesn't it?"

"You're having a laugh about it, aren't you? You and your United friends."

"Hey, all I'm saying is that all is fair in love and football."

"All is fair, huh?"

"Yes." You grinned.

"Are you willing to put your words where your mouth is."

"Erm...pardon?" Your eyes widened as Ruben stood from the couch, draping his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

"Ruben, what are you...."

"City lost, Man United won." He stated. "We had a bet."

"So?"

"So? Wasn't the bet that the winner gets a wish?"

You smiled. "And you really believe that my wish would be for you to fuck me?"

"What was it then?"

Your smile widened, realizing your power. Ruben was really annoyed, wanting for the subject to be dropped as soon as possible so that he could move on with his life and the game. However, you had another plan in mind.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Ruben said after you left the living room only to return with your favorite Manchester United Jersey.

"Unfortunately, not baby, you made me do it last year, I'm making you do it now."

"But I can't wear that. It won't fit me."

You admit that the jersey would be a bit tight on him, considering that it was almost your size. However, it would add to the sweet revenge.

"It's not my fault your team lost. A bet is a bet baby, suit up."

You didn't know what was funnier. Walking hand in hand into your favorite sports bar with Ruben wearing your United jersey, or the fact that the number behind it was the number five, "Maguire." All you know is that it was a torture for Ruben being forced to celebrate with your friends who were all United fans. A torture for him and hilarious for you.

"What. A. Shit. Night." Ruben said, quick to tugg off your shirt once you returned to the apartment.

"Ah, ah, Ruby. Not so fast."

"What do you mean? I did the bet. Now the bet is over."

"You did half the bet. Remember last year?"

He frowned. "What happened last year?"

"What did you make me do once we got back from the bar of your choice last year?"

"Don't make me spell it out for you." You said, hands on your hips. Nevertheless, Ruben looked lost. You had to help him out.

The dent between his brow grew deeper.

"Sex Ruben, we had sex."

His expression mellowed. "Y/N, I never made you have sex with me."

"Not sex, no. I wanted that."

His sigh of relief made you smile.

"What then, what did I make you..." It all came to him in a flash. A terrible flash, once he realized what it meant for him. "No." He shook his head. "Y/N, please, no."

"Oh, yes." You approached him slowly.

Ruben backed away. "Not with the shirt on. Please don't make me wear the shirt during."

You grabbed its collar, pulling him down for a kiss. "I'm sorry, Ruben, a bet is a bet."

You back him up until he slumped down on the couch. You stepped out of your shorts and got on top of him, bending down to kiss him.

"Y/N, please..." He moaned, enjoying the sensation of your lips tracing down his neck. "I'm not gonna be able to...."

"What?" You moved on to kiss his lips, making it harder for him to speak as his hands were on your hips, slowing down your grinding against his cock.

"Y/N." Ruben put a hand to your chest, preventing any more kisses. He looked serious.

"What?" You giggled.

"I won't be able to get hard wearing this shirt. Not with another man's name on my back."

"Wanna bet?"

"I'm serious Y/N, nothing is gonna work unless I take it off."

"Right."

You slid down Ruben's body, centering yourself over his shorts. You draped them down along with his underwear, revealing his slack penis.

"See." Ruben said, popping himself up on his elbows, looking down at his unresponsive dick.

"He just needs a little love." You said, bending down to kiss the tip of it. There was some movement as you did, giving you hope for the future.

"He?" Ruben said.

You looked up to catch his smile.

"You called my penis a he?"

"Is he not?"

"It's not right to assume once gender you know."

You rolled your eyes.

"Yes, I guess my dick is a he."

You inspected it curiously. It was usually alive and well during other times you would meet. Seeing it so small, so sad, was upsetting yet fascinating at the same time.

"I think he needs a name."

"Yeah?"

You nodded. "Something suiting and aspiring."

"How about Roberto?"

"No, that an old man's name."

"Okay, what about..."

"Maguire!"

Ruben's eyes widened in terror.

"That's it, let's name him Maguire. It's very suitable."

"You're out of your mind. I'm not naming my dick after another player, especially not Harry Maguire."

You laughed, watching Ruben's face turn bright red.

"And another thing...."

You yelped as he pushed you off him only to roll over and lay on top of you. "I refuse to fuck my girlfriend wearing a United shirt." He pulled it off of him, tossing it over you heads.

"Well, I guess that means you're not fucking me at all."

"Not so fast."

You made the gesture to rise from the couch. However, Ruben's weight managed to pin you down, his voice deep in your ear. "Are you just gonna leave me like this, rock hard and lonely?"

You gasped, feeling how he suddenly came to life, his erection poking you in the stomach.

"Ruben, I'm not..."

"Yes or no, Y/N...." He whispered against your skin, pressing his soft lips against your naked collarbone bone. "Either you fuck me or you don't, the choice is yours."

"I hate you." You muttered.

He chuckled and resumed to undress you, draping your shirt over your head to reveal your swollen breasts. Ruben took one in his mouth like man deprived of food, sucking on them to a point when they became sore and sensitive to all touch.

It was a sweet revenge while it lasted. At least you had that. Perhaps the plan would have been more effective if you weren't so damn in love.

The End.

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melobin · 5 months

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જ⁀➴ mirror 𐙚 sungchan

warnings - smut, dom!sungchan, mirror sex, strength kink, size kink, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, praise, dacryphilia, manhandling, choking, big dick!sungchan

wc - 3k

summary - you and sungchan stay in a hotel for the night where there’s a continently placed mirror above the bed.

a/n - a conversation with my love @neosvcr occurred and now this is here! very sorry to my friends over at the discord server …..

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“i’ve never seen a mirror above a bed before” sungchan looked over at you as he emerged from the bathroom, a plain white towel wrapped low around his hips. if you weren’t so distracted by the mirror you would’ve been drooling over him.

“really?”

“mhm” your eyes travelled from the ceiling to your boyfriend, shamelessly flicking straight to his abs. there were still a few droplets of water slowly sliding down them, you let your mouth water at the sight of him “what is it even used for? it’s not very practical” sungchan laughed at your question.

“are you checking me out?” you could only hum in response as you watched him pick up a different towel and bring it to his hair, drying as much of it as he could. his biceps flexed as he done it, toned arms being on full show for you to enjoy “what do you think they use it for, love?” you simply hummed again, too distracted on watching him to answer. he looked up at you and smiled “perv”.

“it’s not my fault” he threw the towel he used for his hair onto the chair in the room and walked over to the bed, sitting next to where you were perched up against the headboard. he brought his hand to your face, brushing your hair out of it before cupping your jaw. he took note of the way your thighs clenched together the closer he got to you.

“then whos fault is it?” his hand fell from your jaw to your bare thigh, mentally thanking you for putting on one of his shirts. it both drowned you and exposed you all at the same time, the shirt being baggy over your skin but the sleeve falling down your right arm exposing your shoulder to him. his shirts always rode up your thighs, especially when you were sat down. it gave him easy access to the parts of you he loved teasing the most.

“yours? why would it be mine? i’m not the one in the gym everyday just because my best friend beat me in an arm wrestle once” sungchan narrowed his eyes at you.

“well he hasn’t beat me since has he? none of them have”

“i know, it’s hot” you placed your hand on his shoulder and let it slide down his arm, stopping on his muscle to dig your fingers into it lightly “you know i love how strong you are, channie”

“of course i do baby” he leaned forward to press an open mouthed kiss against the exposed skin of your shoulder, hand moving up and squeezing your thigh “my sweet girl” his kisses slowly trailed from your shoulder to your neck, fingers inching toward your panties. “so little and fragile” he pressed the pads of them against your clothed clit, slowly rubbing his fingers up and down the material as he sucked on the skin just below your ear “could break you if i wanted to”.

you whimpered at what he was doing, sungchan always knew how to push your buttons and work you up. he studied your body intense, learning all the ways to make you tick and always used them against you immediately after. he claimed working you up was just a way to make things feel even better for you, but you knew he just enjoyed teasing you. he could be so evil sometimes.

“why don’t i show you why people have mirrors above their bed, hm? promise ill fuck you real good” he put more pressure against your clit, he was practically moaning his words into your ear. it done nothing to dull the throb he was creating between your legs.

“please” you whimpered, he pulled away from your neck to look at you. pushing your panties aside with his fingers to feel your soaked cunt directly, he practically hissed when he felt how wet you were. he circled your clit whilst he leaned in to kiss you, lips moulding perfectly against yours. tongue slotting into your mouth when your lips parted to let out a moan. the kiss carried on for a short while before he was pulling away.

“you’re so wet, did you get that worked up from watching me?” your fingers fell from his biceps to his wrist, wrapping around it as his fingers sped up. your hips bucked slightly against his hand, small whines leaving your lips.

“you’re just so pretty, channie, can’t help it” your words are broken and slurred, you were a wreck already but to him you were the cutest thing. he found it even cuter when you whined as he pulled his fingers off of you. instead they climbed up your body, under the shirt you were wearing in order to pull it over your head, every part of him adored the fact you lacked clothing underneath. bare tits on display for him.

“lay down for me, baby” you followed his instructions, laying down properly on the bed, letting your head fall against the pillow before looking at him. he stood up and let his towel fall to the floor, his cock was already hard, it struggled to hold itself up with how heavy it was. precum leaking down the sides, coating his bulging veins. just the sight of sungchan’s cock made you whine, countless memories of how he’d use it to drive you to the bring of insanity with sharp, deep thrusts clouded your mind. you could never get enough of him.

you expected him to kneel up between your legs and slide his cock into you, but he didn’t. instead he moved to lay down between your legs, hands grabbing the top of your inner thighs inorder to spread your legs further apart. he littered small, open mouthed kisses along the skin of your inner thigh before looking up at you to meet your eyes. his fingers hooked over the waist band of your panties, he pulled them down your legs and let them fall to the floor, almost moaning when he felt how soaked they were. he was quick to return back to his former position

“mmm” he hummed for a moment, digging his fingers a little deeper into your thighs “don’t watch me, just lay back and look into the mirror” you met your own eyes in the mirror above you, your reflection looking back at you. the position let you see sungchan too, or well the back of him. still, your boyfriends back was one of the hottest things about him, especially after you had raked your nails down it as he fucked you. there was excitement lacing through your veins at the idea of being able to see the way his back flexed through the mirror as he fucked you.

the feeling of his tongue against your cunt brought you out of the daze you were entering, sungchan never held back when he ate you out and you knew he wasn’t going to tonight. his tongue flicked against your swollen clit teasingly, he almost whined as the taste of you filled his mouth. you were always so sweet, always melted delciously on his tongue, it was one of the reasons he always called you his sweet girl. he meant it literally.

sungchan dragged his tongue down your slit, pushing it inside you just to collect more of your slick on your tongue before licking back up to your clit and swirling it around it. he loved making you as wet as possible, nothing was hotter to him than making a complete mess of you. and he always did, especially when he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked on it until you felt light headed. he placed a hand against your lower stomach to keep you in place whilst he done it.

it was then that your hands went to his hair, he was quick to grab one of them with his free hand and lace your fingers together, squeezing your hand as he continued sucking on your clit, tongue flicking over it. the sight in the reflection seemed filthy. it felt weird watching yourself be ravaged by your boyfriend, but it was hot. something about it felt so intimate and sensual. just the image of you sweating a little, one hand in his and the other in his hair and your body squirming as much as it could under his grip was surreal. you were starting to understand why people enjoyed using mirrors so much.

you felt his hand leave your stomach, moments later he had two fingers pressing into you, your cunt welcoming them eagerly. with how already drenched you were, his fingers slid inside of you easily. he thrust them into you slowly to begin with, that was until he was finger fucking you with his lips wrapped around your clit. fingers curling inside of you, being long enough to press perfectly against the spongy spot that laid deep within your walls. you were a mess, the intensity of the please had your head spinning, you could barely keep your eyes open to focus on the reflection above you.

you were falling apart, your sanity drifting away as you grew closer to spilling onto his tongue. he knew it too. he could tell by the way your moans grew louder, how you pulled a little harder on his hair and how you squeezed his hand impossibly hard to the point it almost hurt him. he loved it though, adored the fact he was pushing you into such a state of ecstasy that you could barely control your actions.

once you were cumming around his fingers you were lost, your eyes shut themselves as you were pushed over the edge. his tongue flicking non stop against your clit, fingers curling resulting in an embarrassingly loud squelching sound to echo throughout the hotel room. your moans almost overpowered the sound of it, especially when you were at the peak of your high. everything felt so intense, it left you shaking when you were coming down from it.

he pressed an open mouthed kiss onto your clit as he slipped his fingers out of you, he knelt back on his knees and looked down at you fondly. your gaze was set on the mirror above you, eyes flicking over your own body in the reflection. you looked so fucked out, sungchan thought you looked pretty like this and he hoped you thought it too.

“so sweet” his fingers ran over your skin, hand still in yours “my sweet girl, gonna fuck you so good, just like i promised” he settled himself properly between your thighs, he held the base of his cock with his hand and pressed it against your cunt. he lifted it before slapping it against your clit, laughing at the way you whined and jolted at the sudden action.

sungchan leaned over you, keeping your hand in his and pinning it against the pillow next to your head. he leaned down to kiss you softly, lips only pressing against yours for a brief few seconds before he was pulling them off of yours and shifting his cock to line up with your hole. he looked down at you whilst he pressed the tip inside of you, his lips parted as he felt you squeeze around him.

“need to relax, baby” he breathed out, already feeling overwhelmed by how wet and warm you were “can’t fit me inside if you’re too tense” you nodded at him, trying your hardest to keep your eyes on his as he stretched you out, easing himself deeper with a gentle whine. you could’ve came just from the sounds he was making, nothing was prettier than the way sungchan moaned when his cock was pressed deep inside of you.

sungchan grabbed your other hand and pinned it on the pillow the other side of your head, keeping you in place with your hands in his. his head found its way into the crook of your neck, hips pressed against yours as he tried to relax himself. you’d swallowed his cock whole, took every inch of him with ease. sungchan remembered the time you struggled to take even half of his cock, now you were here taking all of him eagerly. he was proud but so overwhelmed, nothing compared to the feeling of your soaked little cunt wrapped around his cock.

it only took a few sharp thrusts for your eyes to find the mirror, the reflection showed something that you could only describe as completely sinful. sungchan’s back flexed with each thrust, your legs were wrapped around his waist pushing him deeper into you. it turned you on endlessly, sungchan was sure he felt you gushing around him, clenching with every other thrust. it turned him into a mess. his moans fell into your neck, groaning a little deeper each time you tightened your cunt around him.

“you’re so fucking wet” sungchan found the strength to lift his head out of your neck, pace of his thrusts increasing slightly as he looked at you, finding your eyes glued to the ceiling. they were dark, he was sure he had never seen you so turned on before, so soaked and dazed “you like watching yourself get fucked, baby?” you moaned, eyes barely flicking away from the mirror to meet his eyes, he pressed a soft kiss against your jaw, noticing the way your eyes had filled with tears.

“feel good?” you nodded, whimpering the moment your lips parted when you tried to talk. sungchan’s hips bucked a little harder against yours, a tear fell from your eye at the contact. you felt swollen, poor pussy being fucked raw by him, the feeling was surreal, the pleasure more intense than ever “fuck, you look so pretty when you cry” he leaned down to press a soft kiss against the tear that fell from your eye before slowing his thrusts down, lifting himself up and pulling out of you. you could only whimper at the sudden emptiness you felt.

“what’s wrong?” his heart melted at the way you asked him, your eyes wide and cautious as you watched him. he smiled at you.

“want you to ride me” god, if there was one thing you knew sungchan adored, it was having you ride him. he loved taking control even when you were on top of him, somehow he always found a way to grab you and fuck his cock up into you. it sent you to heaven every time without fail.

he sat down, having part of his back resting against the headboard. he was slouched, he beckoned you to sit on his lap. once you did he grabbed you, it was as if he manhandled you so your back was against his chest. “gonna watch you get fucked together, okay? need to see my pretty girl fall apart” you gulped back a whine at his words, he held his arms around your waist as you reached down to hold his cock, trying your hardest in your shaky state to line him up with you.

a whimper left you as you sank down on his cock, hands holding onto his toned forearms as you took all of him. the familiar warmth instantly filling you again. your nails dug into his skin when you felt him thrust up lightly into you, your body moulded against his. you met his eyes through the mirror, his eyes looked clouded over, as if he was in a state of delirium. sungchan simply thought that what he was looking at was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen, he needed to wreck you.

he placed his feet flat on the bed, one of his arms leaving your waist so he could wrap his hand around your neck, his other hand fell to your clit as he thrusted up into you. his grip on your neck was tight as he fucked you, cock fucking into you quite fast with strength behind his thrusts. you were dizzy and that only grew as he groaned into your ear.

“you’re so fucking perfect” his eyes never left your body as he fucked up into you, fingers rubbing constant circles on your clit. if he wasn’t as strong as he was, you were sure you would’ve slipped off of his body with how much you were trying to squirm. the overwhelming pleasure made it hard to keep still “you look so little against me, fuck, you drive me insane” he practically groaned his words out.

he was right, it only made you clench around his more as you watched the way his body almost devoured yours. he was ruining you, inside and out, in the best ways possible. everything mixed together left you on the verge of cumming around his cock, yet it was impossible for you to tell him. moans slipped from your lips, you could see the way his cock disappeared inside of you through the mirror and somehow the visual of it only made it harder for you to keep your moans to yourself. sungchan had a good sense of your body though, being able to tell when you were on the edge.

“cum, baby, need you to see how pretty you look when you cum” sungchan’s voice was strained, he was holding himself off from pressing his cock inside of you and filling you with his cum. but he couldn’t, not yet, he needed to watch you cum first. and he did. he watched you squeeze around his cock, felt you dig your nails into his arm as he fucked you through your orgasm, his cum spilling into you only moments after.

his arms wrapped around your waist as you tried to calm down, your thighs shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. your eyes met his in the mirror again, there was a soft smile on his face. both of you were fucked out, on the edge of delirious, but that didn’t stop you from asking him an important question.

“so, when are we getting one?”

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not-sleepys-blog · 2 months

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Friends with benefits

Content: oral, f and m receiving, shy? sub reader, dom!Suguru?, praising, degrading, gamer!suguru, p in v, size kink?, just a lil possessiveness, breeding and talk of babies

Word count: 2,596

You groaned sitting on your bed in your shared apartment with your friend Suguru, who you had been casually hooking up with. Bored of scrolling through social media all day you decided to go into Suguru’s room to see what he was up to, only to find him gaming as usual. You sit on the floor next to him in his gaming chair and watch him play a solo game. Suguru glanced over at you, his eyes lingering on your curves before returning to the screen. "What do you want, Angel?" he asked dismissively, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he played. "Can't you see I'm busy here?" He smirked, knowing you wouldn't mind waiting for his attention.

You simply hummed in response feeling a bit turned on, feeling him eye your figure as you laid your head on his lap. He raised an eyebrow, feeling your warm breath against his thigh as you laid your head on it. He couldn't help but smile softly, gently running a hand through your hair. "Fine, fine." He sighed, turning off his game. "What do you need?" He asked, his tone softening slightly. "But don't think this means I'm done with games for the night." You rolled your eyes as you sat on his lap, burying your face into his neck chewing on the hoodie sleeve that you stole from him. He groaned softly, feeling your weight shift onto his lap. His hands moved to support you better, holding onto your waist as you straddled him. He leaned back, enjoying the sensation of your warmth radiating through the thin fabric of his pants. "Oh, really? What's wrong now, Angel?" He asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Did you break something else?" He chuckled lightly, reaching down to rub his growing erection through his pants. "Or maybe you just wanted some attention?" He winked suggestively, knowing exactly how much trouble he could get himself into with you around. “I didn’t break anything” you pouted as you remembered the dish you knocked over and broke last week. Suguru chuckled, shaking his head playfully as he looked into your eyes. "Well, that's good news then." He said, his voice low and sultry. "So, what do you want, Angel?" He asked, his thumb tracing circles on your lower lip. "You know, if you keep sitting on me like this, things might get out of control..." He whispered, his gaze drifting down to your chest and back up again. "And I doubt your little pout will save you from my dominance tonight..." He added, his grip tightening slightly on your hips.

You wanted him to do so many things to you right now, but the thought of asking for it made you embarrassed. But you knew if you didn’t say what you wanted he wouldn’t give it to you. You just pouted more, embarrassed about your dirty thoughts. He let out a low growl, his hands sliding down your sides to cup your ass, pulling you closer to him. He leaned in, nuzzling your hair and whispering into your ear: "What is it, Angel? Don't be shy with me." He murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You know I love hearing your thoughts, no matter how embarrassing they may seem." He squeezed your ass gently, feeling your heartbeat quicken against his chest. "Now tell me what you want, or I might just take matters into my own hands..." He threatened, his fingers tracing delicate patterns on your bare skin. You blushed more as you mumbled into his neck, “....want you to” your voice trailed off before picking up again “I want you to eat me out” Suguru's eyes widened slightly, a grin spreading across his face as he pulled away from your lips. He stood up abruptly, lifting you effortlessly and carrying you towards the bed. "Finally," he chuckled, placing you gently on the bed. "Lie down, Angel." He commanded, his voice firm but filled with lust. "I've been wanting to taste you all day." He stripped off his clothes quickly, revealing his toned body and impressive dick. "And don't worry, I won't be gentle..." He warned, his eyes locked onto yours as he crawled between your legs, You did as you were told and laid down on your back. Your eyes followed his movements, watching his every move as she covered your face with the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing. Suguru watched you intently, admiring your confidence and the way you covered your face. He smiled, gently pushing the sleeve aside and kissing your neck softly.

"Look at me, Angel." He ordered, his voice deep and commanding. "I want to see your reactions while I pleasure you." He pushed your legs apart, running his tongue along your inner thigh, making you shiver. "You're so wet already, I can't wait to feel how tight you are." He muttered, dipping his head down and licking your clit. "Just relax and enjoy it, I promise I won't disappoint." He purred, sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Your back arched off the bed as your fingers made their way to his hair giving it a small tug. Your legs started to shake and close around his head as a string of soft mewls left your mouth.He groaned, feeling your fingers gripping his hair firmly. He loved the control it gave him, knowing you trusted him to bring you to ecstasy. "That's it, Angel," he growled, sucking harder on your clit and pumping faster with his fingers. "Let go for me, let me feel you come on my tongue." He demanded, his own cock leaking precum onto the sheets. "You're so fucking beautiful, riding my face like this..." He whispered, feeling your muscles contract around his fingers as you began to climax. "Yes, just like that..." He cooed, continuing his assault “S-sir” you whimpered as your leg closed in on him, hips bucking “gonna- gonna cum.” He grinned, feeling your walls spasming around his fingers as he pushed your legs back open. He increased the pressure, making sure you reached your peak.

"Cum for me, Angel," he urged, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Show me how good it feels." He released one of your legs, reaching for his own leaking cock. "And while you're cumming, I'm going to jerk off and imagine it's your pretty mouth wrapped around me." He grunted, stroking himself roughly as he watched you squirm beneath him. "Once you finish, I want you to clean me off..." He ordered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Then we'll see who's getting what they want next..." He smirked, nearing his own release. You let out a choked back sob as you cum when you finally get permission to, Your legs shake as cry out tears prick your eyes as they roll back from the pleasure. Suguru groaned deeply, his own orgasm hitting. He swallowed every drop of your juices, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. Slowly, he pulled away, his face covered in sweat and cum. "That was perfect, Angel." He panted, lying beside you on the bed. "Now, it's my turn." He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him roughly. "Open wide." He commanded, his voice husky with desire. You moved your hand away from your face as you opened your mouth. He chuckled, appreciating your obedience. He positioned himself over your mouth, his cock throbbing and dripping with precum. "Good girl." He praised, guiding you with his hand. "Suck me off, make sure I'm clean." He demanded, his eyes locked onto yours as you took him into your mouth. "Deepthroat me, show me how much you enjoyed what I just did to you." He growled, thrusting forward, burying himself in your throat. "Make me feel good too, Angel." He ordered, grabbing your head and moving faster, feeling your warm mouth enveloping his sensitive tip. You took his cock as deep as you could without gagging, your tiny hand stroking the rest as your tongue moved around his head. He moaned loudly, his hips thrusting harder as you took more of him into your mouth. He gripped your head tighter, controlling the pace as you worked him with your hand and tongue. "That's it, Angel. Show me how much you love it." He growled, his balls slapping against your chin rhythmically. "You're such a good little slut, aren't you?" He praised, feeling your throat muscles working around his dick. "Keep going, make me cum in your mouth like the dirty bitch you are." He snarled, his breathing becoming heavier and more erratic. "I bet you'd look even prettier with my cum on your face..."

He whispered, nearing his climax. You took his cock deeper into your mouth, testing your gag reflex, making your eyes water as you held onto his legs for support. Suguru groaned, feeling your throat constrict around him. He knew you were near your limit, but he wasn't ready to stop yet. "Almost there, Angel." He panted, his grip tightening on your head. "One more deepthroat, then I'll let you breathe." He ordered, thrusting deeper until you gasped for air. "Feel how close I am, feel how much you turned me on." He growled, slowing down only momentarily before picking up speed again. "I bet your pussy is soaked right now, isn't it?" He asked, his balls tightening in anticipation. "Want me to fuck you after this?" He suggested, his dick pulsing in your mouth.You looked up at him, your eyes blown wide with lust as you nodded desperately. A whine coming from you as you gagged around his long cock. He smiled cruelly, feeling your eyes pleading with him. He pulled out of your mouth, leaving behind a trail of saliva and precum. "You're such a good girl, Angel." He praised, wiping his cockhead on your cheek playfully. "I'll fuck you soon, but first, I want you to clean yourself up." He ordered, watching as you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Get on your knees, face the wall." He instructed, his voice firm but filled with desire. "Spread your legs wide, I want a good view of that wet pussy." He demanded, adjusting his position behind you. "Are you ready for my big cock, kitten?" He asked, rubbing his head against your entrance. Suguru chuckled darkly, his hand moving to your hip, helping you maintain balance. "Good girl." He praised, slowly pushing into you, filling you up to the brim. "Take it all, Angel." He groaned, his hips rocking back and forth, stretching you wider than ever before. "Feel how much bigger I am than any other guy you've been with?" He asked, his hands grasping your hips tightly. "This is what you've been missing, isn't it?" He grunted, his cock pounding relentlessly into your tight hole. "Do you like it? Tell me, tell me you love having my thick cock inside you." He demanded, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

“S-so good, sir.” You mewled out covering your moans with the hoodie sleeve. He groaned, his hips picking up speed, driving his cock deeper into you. "That's a good girl." He praised, his free hand caressing your back lovingly. "You're so tight around me, squeezing me like a vice." He moaned, his cock throbbing inside you. "I'm not stopping until I've claimed every inch of your tight little body." He growled, his thrusts becoming more brutal, hitting your G-spot mercilessly. "Tell me you're mine, Angel." He demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me you belong to me now." He panted, his breath hot against your ear. Your tiny frame withered with pleasure as you muffled your moans, tears rolling down her cheeks from the pleasure. You babble something inherently, your mind too foggy with lust and pleasure to even brother forming sentences. Suguru grinned, feeling your words muffled by the sleeve. He slammed into you harder, claiming you as his own. "That's it, Angel." He growled, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. "Say it louder, let everyone know you're mine!" He barked, his eyes locked onto yours in the mirror. "My little submissive slut, begging for more of my cock." He praised, his grip tightening on your hips. "I'm going to breed you until you scream my name." He promised, his breath ragged and his eyes shining with lust. "You're mine, forever and always, understand?" He demanded, his release approaching rapidly. “S-sir I c-can I cum?” You somehow managed to whimper out. Your body began to shake as you looked at him with a fucked out look on your face. He smiled, feeling your walls clench around him in response. He slowed down, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting your G-spot perfectly. "Only if you beg properly, Angel." He teased, his voice filled with malice. "Beg me to make you cum, make me fill you with my cum." He growled, his cock throbbing within you. "Is that what you want, to be filled with my cum and scream my name?" He asked, his breathing heavy and erratic. "Then beg me, make me believe you want it." He demanded, his eyes locked onto yours.

“Please sir let me cum, c-cant take it. It’s too much! I-I want to be filled with your cum and have your babies, please sir!” Suguru laughed darkly, feeling your walls milking his cock. He thrust harder, aiming for your most sensitive spots. "You're so close, aren't you?" He taunted, his voice filled with satisfaction. "But you won't cum unless I allow it." He groaned, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. "You want my cum, you want my babies? Then earn them, Angel." He ordered, his grip tightening on your hips. "Show me how much you need it, make me believe you can't live without my seed." He demanded, his own climax nearing. "Prove to me you're my good little slut." He growled, his thrusts becoming more intense. “Suguru, please!” You whined,obviously getting frustrated. “I want you to fill me all the way up, I wanna be full of your babies” He smirked, feeling your frustration building. He slammed into you with renewed vigor, his cock pulsing inside you. "Fine, Angel." He sighed, his voice filled with dominance. "But only because I feel like it." He growled, his hips moving faster, his balls slapping against your clit rhythmically. "Scream my name when you cum, make sure everyone knows who owns your tight little pussy." He ordered, his eyes locked onto yours. "Come on, kitten, let go..." He whispered, his own release imminent. "Show me how much you want your pretty pussy filled with my cum” You cried out loudly, so loud you might get a complaint from the neighbors because of the thin walls. Your eyes rolled back as drool spilled from the corner of your mouth. Your back arched off the bed as you came around his cock hard. “You love my cock don’t you slut." He groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. Feeling your walls contract around him. He thrust harder, surrendering to his own orgasm. "Yes, Angel, scream my name!" He praised, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with his cum.

"You're mine, now and forever." He growled, collapsing on top of you, his breath ragged and his heart racing. "Did you enjoy it, my little slut?" He asked, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Was that what you wanted?" He murmured, his face buried in your hair. "We'll do it again tomorrow, promise." He whispered, his heart overflowing with pride.

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sato111u · 7 months

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rich boyfriend gojo, who is 8-9 years older than reader (who is a master degree’s student in this fic)!

sees you for the first time on the lobby of one of his big chain hotels.

a cup of black expresso in the table in front of you while you worked on a project.

he approaches you confidently, fully transparent about his intentions.

expresses his feelings, by saying you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life, and how he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

he managed to get your phone number, and a few days later, gojo politely asks you out on a date.

gojo was always a true gentleman, picking you up, opening doors for you, taking you home and making sure you go to sleep safe and sound.

but there was something else that brought gojo immense pleasure. taking care of you financially.

gojo always had money. since the moment he was born, he had already his life taken care of.

spending a few millions was like nothing to him.

but there was something about spending money on you that made gojo’s heart feel so warm, even if it was a few dollars on acrylics. it brought a feeling of accomplishment, knowing he was taking care of his girl. he felt his stomach doing cartwheels when you sweetly thanked him, your gentle eyes looking up to him.

far into the relationship, gojo made sure he was paying for your education, and other expenses you had, such as acrylics, salon appointments, dinners with your girlfriends, etc…

but at first you felt uncomfortable, and expressed to him that you genuinely liked him, and you were not with him just for the money. he simply respected you and asked you just to accompany him so he could buy new suits, telling you that your opinion on the matter was more than important.

and there you were sitting pretty on the expensive chair watching your boyfriend try on suits.

after that, gojo innocently guided you to other stores, to see if anything would catch your attention.

and for your surprise, gojo wanted to buy almost everything you layed your eyes on.

a few mall visits later, and you were already more comfortable with this idea.

having your tall, attractive boyfriend, enter lingerie stores with you, making everyone in the store feel slightly uncomfortable.

gojo, with no shame, would point at the most sexy lingerie’s in the store and confidently say “this would look so good on you princess, let’s buy this in red, black and white. maybe blue too so it can match my eyes” as he lowers himself down to give you a quick kiss.

passing by fancy clothing shops, stopping and pointing at dresses and affirm that he was 100% sure that the dress was made for you, which was an excuse to buy it in at least two different colors.

the dates were always super romantic, either taking you to really nice restaurants, or going more for a casual vibe, taking you to museums, walks on cute parks and so much more. and of course, everything was always taken care of.

he loved bringing you to his apartment. cuddling with you on his big king size bed. playing with the strap of the cute pijama he bought you, as he fought against his sleepiness. loved to fall asleep on top of your chest, making him feel safe and loved.

waking up to you playing with his undercut, telling him that he needed to wake up or else he would be late for work. but what difference did it make? he was the CEO after all.

you made his house feel like a home. your love was such a beautiful energy, and everytime you left, he felt like his house was empty.

“satoru, baby, if you don’t get up i’m going to by squashed by you!” you said giggling. gojo was laying on top of you, head in between you breasts.

“'m so cold … ion wanna leave…” gojo said, still half asleep, hugging you tighter.

“then how about i change positions with you hm?” you said caressing the side of his face.

“mkay” gojo slowly got up, guiding your hips so you could lay on top of him. he didn’t wanna waste a single second without you being on top of him.

you gently sit on his lap, and lower your head to his chest. one of his hands instinctively goes on your lower back, while the other one plays with your hair.

“can i ask you something?” gojo said, his voice sounding a little bit more awake.

“yes” you said.

“do you want to move in with me?” he asked.

“you don’t need to answer right now, but i really needed to ask you. the last 10 months have been so great, all because of you. you make me want to be a better person, with better habits and better experiences. waking up without you on my side feels wrong, therefor i ask. would you like to live with me?”

read the bonus here

IN MY DREAMS, I HAVE A PLAAANNNN IF I GOT ME A WEALTHY MAAAANNNNN

anyways ty for reading 😮‍💨🙏

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nanamiluvs · 4 months

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nanami nsfw alphabet !

hi! made a new acc bc i love nanami kento sm i wanna put him in my pocket <3

pairing : nanami kento x reader

rating : explicit

wc : 2.1k

warnings: smut content, reader is afab but no pronouns used, nanami being a sweetheart, aftercare, overstimulation, breeding, nanami is gentle and rough at the same time, creampies, praising, literally so much praising, teasing, begging, size kink!!, slight bondage, slight belly bulge, mentions of pregnancy, pussydrunk!nanami, oral (both receiving), jealousy, implied possessive sex, nanami is so in love with you it's unbelievable

a : aftercare

nanami makes sure you have everything you need by your side, be it getting you a cup of water or him hugging you to sleep. he will clean you up gently, asking if you're alright or if he can help in any way. he will hug you and tell you how well you did, how much he loves you and how lucky he is to have you by his side.

b : body part

nanami has never really thought about it before, but he really likes his thighs and how they look in his formal dress pants. he also likes the way the muscles flex when you grind yourself on it, leaking slick down his thigh, chasing your release. for you, he can never choose a single part because of how much he adores you, in his eyes, every part of you is perfect beyond reach.

c : cum

nanami won't ever try to come inside you or your mouth unless you ask him to for the first time. it feels so intimate to him, how you're willing to swallow his cum or have it fill you up. absolutely a man who loves cumming inside simply because of how precious it is to him, being with you like this. his cum has an off-white color, thicker in density. he cums a lot.

d : dirty secret

nanami is a gentleman. nanami places a hand on the small of your back to guide you, he pulls your chair for you to sit, pays for your dates. he loves you, adores you, cherishes you so much that he holds you like you were made of glass. having sex with nanami is no exception to this, as the man is the most gentle lover you can find even as he pushes his thick cock inside, trying to make it fit while making it as less painful as possible. yet, sometimes, he can't help but have the desire to go rough on you, especially on the days he gets too stressed from work. he wants to let go and fuck you relentlessly, a break from how he usually likes things to go. he thinks low of himself for even having the desire to do such thing, how could he do that to you? so when you go and tell him how you want him to be rough, beg him to use you- he can't help how his cock twitches at the thought.

e : experience

nanami thinks of sex as a very intimate act. he's had only a handful of partners before, not as experienced as you think he'd be because of how skilled he is at it. the fact is, he wants to impress you, wants to pleasure you so bad to the point he researches everything beforehand. he may not be very experienced, but nanami is a quick learner when he wants to be one.

f : favorite position

nanami doesn't mind as long as he can see your face. he wants to be as close to you as possible. he's also a classical man, so sex with nanami is usually done in missionary or a mating press. he likes kissing you through it, whispering in your ear, telling you how much he loves you as his hips meet your pelvis. he wants to hug you as he pushes in deeper, wants to feel your arms wrap around his neck, nails scratching his back to hold on for leverage.

g : goofy

nanami, as i said before, thinks sex is very intimate so he acts the part. usually, he's very calm and loving, but the rare times he's stressed or angry he gets quite serious. in his normal state, he can't help but smile at your words.

h : hair

nanami is a well-groomed man, because he prefers to see himself like that and because he thinks you'd prefer it like that. it really doesn't matter to him if you have hair down there or not, he simply thinks you're too beautiful for him.

i : intimacy

nanami, for the third time, is the most intimate man in existence when it comes to sex. he's so romantic, whispering how beautiful you are, how lucky he is, how well you are taking him, how he would do anything for you. nanami is a man who worships the ground you walk on.

j : jack off

nanami, at his age, doesn't really masturbate since it's unnecessary for him. he's already too busy with work, and when he's not, he has you. for you, he won't ever control you but he would prefer pleasuring you himself instead of you doing it own your own. he sees it as his duty.

k : kink

nanami doesn't think he's the type to have many kinks, or any for that matter. yet with you, he discovers parts of himself he didn't even know was there.

‎ ‎ ‎ bondage : nanami didn't think that tying your hands up with his tie would get him so aroused. he can't help but want to see you, naked with your hands tied or eyes blindfolded with his tie while he had only taken that piece of fabric off. he thinks you're just so adorable.

‎ ‎ ‎ breeding : it's no surprise to him that nanami wants to start a family with you, to have a baby. but when he cums inside you for the first time, something in his gut clicks, and he's scared that he might get addicted to the feeling. it's so endearing, you trusting him, loving him to the point you'll let him to do this, to the point you want him to do this. he wants you so badly, so the thought that you might also want him even a little bit as much as he wants you drives him to tears. that is, on the emotional level. on the physical level, this man will go fucking crazy over the thought of filling you up with his cum, over and over until he sees your belly bulge, until he knows you're pregnant. he fucks his cum back into you, telling you what a waste it is, spilling out when they could be filling your tummy so nicely. nanami is feral about breeding you.

‎ ‎ ‎ overstimulation : nanami adores how you break down on his fingers, pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, telling you how you can give him "one more". he loves the fact that he's the one who has you all messed up like this, whining from overstimulation as he bullies his thick fingers into you. you're on his lap and he's whispering sweet nothings into your ear while sending you to hell and back.

‎ ‎ ‎ size : nanami is a large man. larger than most of his peers, tall with a muscular build. what he won't ever tell you is that how much he cherishes you being smaller than him. he gets this sense of pride from the fact, being able to wrap you up in his embrace or how you tell him he's just too big. he puts his much larger hand on top of yours as he fucks you, pressing down with the force of his thrusts. he loves how you accomodate to his size.

l : location

nanami prefers to do it on the bed, but if it's inside the house, anywhere you want will be okay with him. also likes doing it in the shower, but is scared that you might think it's weird, so he waits for you to approach the idea first.

m : motivation

nanami can't help but get hard when you try to seduce him or flirt with him, or even imply that you want him. the idea that you want him is still so foreign to him, how could someone like you even think of desiring him? nanami is very respectful, he won't approach you with the want to have sex until you teach him it's okay to do so. and then, don't be surprised that he turns out a lot more needy of being one with you than he seemed to be before.

n : no

nanami would die rather than to hurt you, so anything involving serious harm to you is off the table with him. he's also very strict with the idea of public sex, as he thinks sex should take place in intimate areas like your home.

o : oral

nanami gets pussydrunk so easily that it's almost funny. he prefers little to nothing than to go down on you, to have the smell of your arousal, the taste of your slick intoxicate him. he loves it when you come on his face, grab his hair and tell him it's too much. he may as well be a magician by the way he uses his tongue, curling and reaching so deep than coming up to suck your clit with a groan. he fucking grunts while eating you out, his hips keep grinding against the bed because of how much it turns him on to have you pressed on his face like this. nanami eats pussy like a starved man, nanami eats you for his pleasure. your moans and whines make him even more desperate to make you finish and finish all over again until you can't. he would also love being on the receiving side, being pleased by a being as perfect as you, but what pleases him the most is your own pleasure.

p : pace

nanami has a mostly sensual and normal pace when it comes to sex, often involving loving words whispered in your ear and hands caressing your body with his adoring touch. when he gets closer to his own high, his pace quickens and he starts slamming into you like it's the last thing he's going to do before stilling inside and crashing over the edge. when he's being rough, his pace doesn't even give you time to breathe, leaving you panting and whining in his ears while grabbing onto his shoulders for life.

q : quickie

nanami doesn't like quickies, except maybe in the mornings before work. he would much rather have his time with you, to shower you in his love and pleasure you the best he can.

r : risk

nanami will try most things you want to do if you ask him enough times. as for his own curiosity, he's most probably going to hide any new idea he wants to try until, again, he learns it's okay to do so.

s : stamina

nanami can go for as long as you want him to go, but he doesn't like cumming more than two or three times. when it comes to you, though, he wants you to have as many orgasms as you possibly can because of him.

t : toys

nanami is pretty vanilla when it comes to toys, but he may use them if you really want to do so.

u : unfair

nanami may not seem like it but the man is a lowkey tease. he acts oblivious to your advances, wanting you to openly say you want him to fuck you. you're telling him to put it in already and he says how you're not ready yet and dives back with his tongue, overstimulation being one of his biggest turn ons. you ask him to go faster yet he's pulling himself in and out so slowly it drives you insane. he adores how easily you get teased, and does it more out of love than anything else.

v : volume

nanami usually doesn't make any sounds except for his words during sex. surprisingly, he talks a lot during it, he just can't stop mentioning how beautiful you are today while pushing it in. when he's being rough, he's a grunter, can't help himself with how much it's pleasuring him. he only gets moaning during being on the receiving side of oral or getting a handjob, he feels so loved and the low moans he gets out are so pleasing to hear.

w : wild card

nanami secretly likes it when you tease him or make him jealous, flirting with other men at a gathering of some sorts. he knows you do it on purpose, that you just want him to put you back in your place- he's more than happy to do so. ıt gives him a reason to fuck, not make love, and he knows that's your goal all along. you can just ask him to do so, but where's the fun in that when he's not angry even a little bit?

x : x-ray

nanami has a pretty dick to no one's surprise. he stands long with little to no curvature, above than average thickness but not to the point it hurts. though, it's always a tight fit- something nanami won't admit he likes. the shaft is slightly darker than his normal skin tone, and the mushroom tip stands in rosy shades. tell him how beautiful he looks and he's so hard.

y : yearning

nanami doesn't really have a guttural desire for sex, rather, it's you who makes him want it. he can go for a long time without having sex but that doesn't mean he doesn't like being on top of you and pushing inside you. his sex drive only spikes when you rile him on, showing off a new lingerie or a tight dress, grinding against him to show you how much you want him. he doesn't want you to think he only wants you for sex so he feels bad that he gets turned on to you at random times, it's the opposite, he wants you so much to the point he wants to have sex with you.

z : zzz

nanami is not necessarily sleepy after sex, but he just loves cuddling you and listening to you snoring after an act so intimate. he will press kisses on your cheeks, neck, shoulders until you fall asleep, wanting you to have the best sleep and the nicest dreams.

anyway bye i love nanami

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rivatar · 2 months

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Can I make a request for dilf!JakexFemale! Omatikaya!reader?

While Neytiri is out hunting with the kids, jake makes his way to readers hut. And let’s just say reader is shorter than Neytiri so size kinkkkk🤭

Guilty Pleasure

MDNI!🔞

Pairing: Dilf!Jake!Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings/content: SMUT, jake cheating(sorry Neytiri), size kink, stalking/obsessing, some roughness/power over reader, oral/face sitting (Jake being a pussy eating king), p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, a sprinkle of angst at the end

W/c: 3.2k (holy shit-)

A/n: thank you for this request anon!!💖 I am a SUCKERRRR for dilf Jake! I got a lil carried away heheh but I hope y’all enjoy this! Comments, likes, and reblogs are SO appreciated! Muah 😘

“We will see you later, ma’Jake,” Neytiri sweetly said while motioning for the kids to go out of the hut, holding up the flap of fabric for them to walk by. Neteyam and Lo’ak went first, throwing a hand up and bidding a short “Bye, dad,” with their bows in hand.

“Come with us daddd!” Tuk whined and ran up and clung to his side. He chuckled at her.

“I’d love to, kiddo, but I gotta take care of something. Ya know, all my boring adult responsibilities,” He smiled gently.

She frowned up at him but had no choice but to accept he wasn’t coming.

“Bring me back a big ‘angtsìk(hammerhead titanothere)!” He joked while bending over and ruffling her short braids in an attempt to cheer her up. She giggled at his absurd request and ran off to catch up with Lo’ak and Neteyam.

Kiri came moping out and rolling her eyes like usual, she was not excited that she was being forced to go hunt with them. It just wasn’t her thing. She gave Jake a quick “Bye” and walked out without looking at him.

“I love you too!” He laughed, “You’ll do great!” He cupped his mouth and shouted to her. She looked over her shoulder and couldn’t suppress her small little grin of amusement. She pretty much always blatantly disrespected him but he loved her to death.

Neytiri smiled one last time at him before ducking under the flap, following her kids to go off to their hunt.

Jake’s smile faded from his face once they were out of sight.

He had a lovely wife and an amazing family—everything he could ever want and dream for. But unfortunately for him, his heart yearned for someone else. Someone who occupied his thoughts day-in and day-out, consuming his entire being.

He started to resent you for how bad he wanted you. But how could he blame you? You’ve done nothing. Nothing but just be utterly and effortlessly perfect. He felt like you casted a spell on him, damning him to be desperate for you. You were quite the sight to see; young and beautiful in all your glory. He could worship your body all day— the stunning curves of your hips and the rounding of your breasts. You were short in stature, not tawtute short but very much on the short side for a na’vi girl. But that just made Jake be drawn to you even more. During his endless daydreams involving you, he would have some particular thoughts of you. Images flooded his mind of getting to manhandle you around. He was bulkier than the average na’vi due to the combination of his human DNA, so he had no doubt in his mind he could toss you around effortlessly in several different positions. He also inevitably thought about how much tighter your smaller pussy probably was. And fuck, it wasn’t just your stunning appearance— it was also the way you were so damn sweet and compassionate to others. You never did anything wrong, it was like you really were perfect.

He longed to touch you and pleasure you, he would die a happy man if he could just watch you cum for him. It wasn’t even that he wanted the pleasure for himself, more than anything he wanted to pleasure you. So many scenarios have ran through his mind of imagining how your pretty face would scrunch up as an orgasm wracked through your petite body. He felt like he was loosing his mind, he hasn’t had this many vulgar, horny thoughts constantly since he was probably 17. It was like you made him young again. He wanted to show you how good he could make you feel. After all, he was experienced. Whether it was keeping Neytiri’s needs satisfied or previous lessons from his sexual partners back on earth, he’s learned a thing or two over time. He wondered if you’ve let any of the omatikaya boys fuck you. He hoped not, but he was sure they were all throwing themselves at your feet. I mean who the hell wouldn’t?

Jake had been stalking you for quite some time now. He pretty much had your daily schedule memorized and he’s even learned all your little mannerisms. Like how you looked down at the ground when you laughed, or how you quietly hummed to yourself when you were weaving. Sometimes throughout the day you would make eye contact when passing by each other. He noticed you would give him a little smile. It was like you knew you were torturing him.

But watching you from a distance and stalking you wasn’t cutting the mustard anymore for him. Sure, it satisfied the itch at first but it left him only wanting more. And stroking his cock to you felt good, but not as good as your soft, dainty hand would feel doing it.

He knew Neytiri was taking the kids hunting today to let them practice. And at this time of day, you were usually in your hut. He decided there wouldn’t be a more perfect time than now to approach you. He couldn’t let this keep eating him alive, he had to do something about it. So, he gathered up the courage to start his way over to you.

…

You were in your hut, cooling off a little. It was a hot, sunny day in Pandora and you always take a midday break around this time. Right before you were going to sit down, you seen a figure in your peripheral vision. It was… Jake?

“Jake.. I-I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” you stuttered and shifted to face him respectfully, caught off guard by your leader entering your hut. “Is something wrong?”

He stood confidently, almost like he owned the place— I mean he was the Olo’eyktan. Which was why you felt concerned and surprised to see him, surely it must be something important if he took the time to come here.

He surveyed you as you stuttered and slightly fidgeted with a hint of amusement in his eyes. His piercing gaze burned right through you, making you feel small and embarrassed. But he was the one coming into your home, so why were your cheeks heating up in embarrassment?

He finally broke the silence and breathed out a sigh. “Yeah, I’m afraid something is wrong,” he spoke with that low, sultry voice of his and once again burned holes into you with his eyes. He took slow steps towards you, casually.

Your heart dropped to your stomach and the blood left your face. “W-What is it? I’m sorry if I’ve done something wrong, sir-“

“Don’t play dumb and innocent. You know exactly what it is.” He cut you off sharply.

You were taken aback, eyes widening in offense. “Excuse me?” You scoffed.

He kept inching closer and closer to you and you backed up in return, scowling at him. But unfortunately you backed up against the wall, having no more room to back up.

He was eyeing you down fiercely, power and authority exuding from his aura. But you weren’t a pushover, and you gave it your best effort at holding his eyes and not cowering.

He swiftly grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand on his hard erection covered by his loincloth. You gasped, once more taken aback.

“Understand?” He quipped.

You snatched your hand back and hissed at him. You were unable to form any words, so shocked at this predicament. Your scowl deepened and your breathing picked up, feeling the intensity in the atmosphere.

He let out a single chuckle of disbelief and shook his head.

“You do this to me. It’s your fault” he snapped, “You’ve been torturing me night and day and you know it” he accused with his pointer finger in your face.

Your mouth dropped a little, eyebrows scrunched in anger. “What?? I’ve done nothing! You’re fucking crazy!”

“You are such a little brat. Sounds like you need that attitude fucked out of you,”

You couldn’t help the coil that twisted in your stomach to his words. The obscenity of them made your body react with a mind of its own. Slick trickled out of your hole, making a little wet patch in your cloth.

His nose twitched and he grinned menacingly at your new smell of arousal. “Is that right? The lil’ slut needs her pussy stuffed with cock?”

Your cheeks heated up, making a purplish color on your face. You were losing this battle quickly. You blamed your body for betraying you so shamefully.

“Fuck you!” You finally said. It was your last attempt at trying to get the upper hand.

“Yeah,” he laughed, “That’s the plan.”

You scoffed again, still trying to make it seem like he was crazy and you didn’t want this. But in reality, you don’t think anything has ever piqued your interest more.

He put his fingers inside the band of your loincloth, tickling the soft area below your belly. Your heart thudded hard inside your chest and more waves of arousal coursed through you.

He slowly and lightly teased the area, making your breath hitch slightly.

“Not stopping me, I see,” he quietly mocked.

Your let your eyes fall to his chest which was right in front of you. You didn’t want to see the smug grin on his face.

“Now what if I touch your little pussy? Is she gonna blow your cover?” He taunted some more. You swallowed roughly as his fingers traced further and further down into your cloth until he got to your soaked cunt.

He ran a finger up your slit, eyes dilating as he basked in the incredible feeling of your slick pussy. Your legs parted on their own, giving him easier access and you whined softly, leaning your head back against the wall.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, seemingly losing his control.

Your half lidded eyes met his again as he ran his fingers through your folds. You knew you were at the point of no return.

“Please..” you mewled quietly.

Trying to regain control of the situation, he straightened up and cleared his throat, still continuing his touching. “Oh so the brat has manners now?”

“Mhmm” you hummed shamelessly, pride be damned.

He licked his lips and looked down at your pretty lips, just waiting to be kissed. But he had other things in mind.

He yanked down your loincloth and it fell to your ankles then you kicked it aside. Then suddenly he knelt down and hitched one of your legs over his muscular shoulder, much to your surprise. You gasped hard at the first stroke of his tongue on your pussy lips.

“Oh!” You cried

You grabbed his dreads for support because your knees already felt weak. Looking down at him, the sight was purely sinful. He lapped, licked, sucked, and kissed all over your cunt, slurping up all your juices and making a complete mess on his face. He hummed and moaned on it, creating vibrations which elevated your pleasure.

He pulled back only for a second, your juices falling down his chin and painting his blue skin with white and clear shimmer. “You taste so fucking sweet, even better than I imagined,” he groaned in near disbelief. Then he continued working his mouth on your pussy.

You felt so good, feeling the most ecstasy you’ve ever felt. You’ve had a few partners and of course masturbate when needed but nothing and nobody has ever felt like this. He knew exactly where to go and how much pressure to apply and suck at.

He stuck a finger in your hole while he continued lapping on your clit. You moaned and fought to keep yourself standing up. He caught onto your struggle and swiftly moved to reposition you both. He laid himself back against the ground and had his hands hooked around you, bringing you down with him to then plop you right on his face.

Sitting on his face was much more comfortable and you tried to hold yourself up to hover some, but he grabbed your ass and pushed all your weight down on him. You switched between watching him do his thing and throwing your head back, closing your eyes and welcoming all the sensations. All his sounds were muffled but looking behind you and seeing his still rock hard erection and watching his feet curl and his legs dance around told you that he was very much enjoying himself.

You knew your orgasm was about to come. The pleasure was coming to a peak and you relaxed and let it happen. You came with a loud and drawn out moan, thighs shaking from the intensity. His humming got louder as he licked up all your essence, drawing out your high but letting off before you got overstimulated.

You rose off and scooted back a little to sit on his chest, looking down at his absolutely soaked face.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed out roughly, trying to catch your breath, “you didn’t tell me you were a pussy eating expert”

He chuckled with that deep voice of his, making your pussy flutter. “You thought the old man wouldn’t know how to eat pussy? Baby girl I am very experienced,” he winked.

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying not to smile. Before letting you fully catch your breath, he sat up and effortlessly carried you with him, you were like a little rag doll in his huge, bulky arms. He hung you over one of his shoulders, ass up in the air. He smacked it and you let out a little yelp of surprise and smacked his back in return.

“You are so tiny, ya know that?”

You rolled your eyes once again. “Yes, everyone loves telling me how short I am” you complained.

“Mhmm well I think it’s hot as fuck”

He set you down on the table and you were facing him, legs spread out and pussy on full display. His eyes drank in the sight of your most intimate part, being fully captivated by you. You then took the reigns and slipped off your skimpy top, leaving him even more speechless. You smirked in satisfaction at how pussy whipped he was already.

He didn’t fail to notice your shit-eating grin and quiet laugh. “Oh yeah? You won’t be laughing much longer,” he threatened while untying the strings of his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor.

And it did in fact shut you up. He was huge. Your jaw hung low like an idiot and he laughed at you.

“You’re not that big. I’ve had bigger.” You lied, trying to sound confident.

He narrowed his eyes and felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting to fuck you. “That so? Well then you should have no problem taking me,” he taunted.

You were nervous about how it would hurt but you put on a brave face. You spread your legs wider and gave him doe eyes as an invitation to go ahead.

His bigger body hovered over your small frame as he positioned his cock at your entrance. He teased your folds and your opening, making you buck your hips up in an effort to get him inside of you. His cockhead breached into your hole and you gasped in unison. He was so thick and girthy, the stretch against your walls was one you’ve never experienced this intensely.

He sank in deeper, thrusting a little to help break it in. You winced and moaned but stayed relaxed and let him keep going. He finally bottomed out. Then pulled back and started thrusting.

Your eyes widened and your jaw fell slack. The drag against your walls and the pressure his dick provided on your cervix made you nearly see stars, clouding your vision in a bit of a haze.

“Mmmm!! ‘s so good!” You slurred drunkenly, choking on your moans and cries.

He grunted and moaned above you, keeping a steady rhythm as his balls slapped against your ass.

“Holy shit” he gritted between his teeth, slightly baring them at you while he got caught up in the passion. He squeezed his eyes shut and his head slumped down, hanging from between his shoulders. “You’re gonna make me cum too quick” he panted.

You moaned in response, loving how you were breaking him. He cupped both your tits and gave them a squeeze, edging both of you on more.

“More!! Please!” You didn’t really know what you were asking for but he seemed to know right away.

He pulled out quickly and swiftly flipped you over, pulling you from the hips to scooch your ass up against him. He entered you again easily and plunged all the way in making you moan loudly.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” he grunted as he then started a fast and hard pace, increasing it from the previous pace.

His dick was now reaching so far up into you and satisfying all your sweet spots. He was fucking into you like a bunny in heat, hiking up one of his legs and placing his foot on the table to have a better grasp on you and a better angle to fuck you.

“Fuckkkk!” You screamed, getting your cervix pounding into over and over again. You felt your walls convulsing around him and knew you were getting close.

He pushed your head down into the table, his enormous hand pretty much engulfing the entire size of your head. Your hair fell around your face and was scattered in a complete mess.

“Shit baby, you’re close, huh?” He groaned.

“Yesss! Don’t fucking stop!” You begged and whimpered.

And then you felt your coil snap. The waves of sweet release spread throughout your whole body. Your pussy’s grip on his dick tightened, making him cum right after you.

“Nghh- gonna fill you up” he moaned while still bringing your ass back to meet his hips, slowing down and milking out both your orgasms. His hot cum spurted into your womb, filling you up just like he said.

He finally stopped his slow thrusts and pulled out gently making you whine as you felt some of his cum seep out.

He stepped back to admire his work, taking a mental screenshot of your cream pied cunt. He used his thumb to gather what had dripped and pushed it back into you.

“Your pussy looks best with my cum in it,” he admired.

You rolled over to your side, completely exhausted. You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to lay with you now.

He got your message by the look in your face. “I’m sorry baby but I gotta leave now. As much as I’d rather be stuffed inside you, I gotta get back to my place before my-“ he paused, looking physically pained, “before my family gets back home.”

Of course, you thought to yourself, how the fuck could you forget? Guiltiness flooded your heart, making it physically ache for his wife and kids. You felt terrible. You never liked a homewrecker and now you were a complete hypocrite and felt like a whore.

“Yes, o-of course… I’m sorry,” you offered weakly.

He weakly smiled as a response, pain still in his eyes as the post-nut clarity washed over him and guiltiness attacked his conscious as well.

“I’ll see you later, y/n.” And with that he left your hut.

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rockstvrdotcom · 11 months

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Hey cutie!!! Can i request a s/o who has a cold looks, she has experience vibes, a cruel mouth with sharp words. But in bedroom, she's innocent and curious about everything as shit, that makes her partner super surprised and they want that naive just do for them.

I wish it for EJ, Toby plssssssss. 🥺🥺🥺 (With NSFW kinda yummy yummy 😋)

Oh anyway, I love your writing alooooooot, it's really gooood just took my heart away at the first line!!!! Kiss kiss kiss 💋💋💋💋

I'm your 💅 lovely anon. Nice to meet you!!!

oh em gee HIII NICE TO MEET U TOO MWAH MWAH THANK U FOR THE SWEET WORDS <33

while i was writing ej i was gonna say "he rolled his eyes" but then i remembered he has no eyes..

IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AGSJDHSJS </333 FORGIVE ME NONNIE

tw/cw: praise, oral sex, unexperienced reader, fem reader, also just regular sex, slight spanking

EYELESS JACK ☤

out of the bedroom, the words that come of your mouth are completely different from in the bedroom.

"shut up, jack" you spoke sharply, rolling your eyes. he tch'd in response. you were both watching a movie on the couch, his arm around your shoulder; and your arms crossed.

you acted like you hated the affection he gave you, but really— you adored him. that's why when a sex scene in the movie came on and you felt ej's hard on, you asked if he needed help.

"don't think of it as anything special, i'm just bored. that's all" you spoke, giving him a cold stare, your back facing him. you turned around, your cheeks flushed with a light pink color.

"yeah yeah, whatever" ej said, biting the inside of his cheek. he looked at your face, eyes admiring you. he cupped your cheek with his hand, and leaned in for a kiss. you kissed back, hands around his neck to deepen the kiss.

he then took you by the waist, sitting back down on the couch and straddling your hips onto his; the bulge in his pants rubbing against your crotch and his lips still connected with yours.

you pulled back from the kiss, looking at him with a slight hint of worry. "i.. tell me if i'm doing something wrong. i've never done anything like this before." you said, looking at him with innocent eyes. his eyebrows raised in suprise, then he gently nodded.

"you're doing great." he smiled slightly, his fangs slightly poking out. you bit your lip hard to hide your smile, trying to look grumpy at his compliment. suddenly, it was like the outbursts of rage, the scratches, and the hard glares were from a completely different person. your mean and cold facade was cracking— and ej wanted to get through to you completely.

you got on your knees on the floor, patting his legs as a signal to spread them; and he did. you hooked your fingers under the waistband of his sweats and boxers, pulling them both down just about enough so his cock could spring out.

you looked at his size, your mouth slightly agape. you contemplated if you could actually take him or not— he looked down at you with a cocky smirk on his face, causing you to scoff.

you got back to work, wrapping your hand around his dick and slowly jerking him off. you noticed his breathing became heavy, making you feel more confident as you picked up the pace of your hand.

you hand came to an abrupt stop; he looked down at you confused. "what happened?" he asked, resisting the urge to buck his hips up for more friction.

"c-.. can i lick it? like suck it i mean— you know what. nevermind." you tried to ask, but just turned your head away in embarrassment. you puffed out your cheeks in humiliation and narrowed your eyes. you were about to start jerking him off again, until he grabbed your wrist.

you turn your head to look at him. "you can do it." he said, encouraging you and twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. he grabbed you by the hair, bringing your face inches from his dick.

you cleared your throat, trying not to stare at his dick— that was literally right infront of you. you straightened your posture and placed your hands comfortably on his thighs.

you started off with little kitten licks— which jack thought was adorable by the way; then slowly progressed. and finally, your lips were wrapped around his dick, your head bobbing up and down and your fist jerking off whatever part you couldn't take into your mouth.

"mm.. fuck, you look so cute right now.." he purred, biting his lip as he smirked. you looked up and glared at him, only to have him tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

he thrusted his hips up into your mouth, making you gag as he hit the back of your throat. he did it again, and again— something about the way your throat clenched around him made his dick throb with need.

"fuck, baby— 'm cumming" he grunted, doing one last thrust into your mouth before releasing with his dick deep in your throat. you hummed around his dick, then sliding off with a 'pop' when he gave you the sign it was ok to.

"suprised you've never done this before, you're a natural." he joked, playfully punching you in the shoulder. you pushed his hand away, scoffing.

"oh shush." you said, gritting your teeth. he laughed. he pulled you up, making you stand on your feet. he swiftly turned you around then sat you down on his lap.

"so she's back to her old self huh? you remind me of the grinch." he poked at your puffed out cheeks. you slapped his hand away, cursing at him.

TICCI TOBY ✽

he watched in amusement as you curiously roamed your hands over his bare stomach. "don't look at me like that." you demanded, and he scoffed. your eyes averted back to his torso, admiring his toned abs that were literred with all different types of scars.

"you're the one who has their hands all over me." he retorted. you couldn't see his face, but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"just shut up, toby" you said, tracing his abs with your fingers. he chuckled at your actions. after a while, he took ahold of your hands so you couldn't touch him anymore

"hey, pretty, why dont 'cha just hop on my dick and ride me already? pleasee?" he begged. he noticed the change of expression in your face, you looked more flustered and serious.

"what's wrong?" he asked, his playful tone now replaced with a more stern one. he took a piece of your hair and played with it as he awaited your answer.

you avoided eye contact. "i- uh... i'm a virgin." you spoke, barely a whisper. you scratched your head in awkwardness, awaiting his response. you were still looking away

"what'd you say? i don't think i heard you correctly." toby asked, genuinely. you silently cursed him.

"i'm a virgin.." you spoke a little louder. you finally looked up at him to see him confused. then his expression brightened up, a confused laugh escaping his throat.

"why the hell are you laughing, asshole?!" you yelled, your embarrassment obvious on your face as you bit your cheek. he held his hand up to his mouth, trying to stop himself from laughing.

"nonono- i'm not making fun of you. i just didn't expect it! that's all. you seem like somebody who's experienced. no wonder why your so curious.." he reasoned, holding your chin with his hand. you muttered a 'whatever'. secretly, the thought of him being your first time made him throb.

"don't worry, sweetheart. i'll guide you." he spoke, and you weren't able to tell if he was mocking you or if he was being genuine. you sat up straight, starting to take off your clothes, one by one. now you were left in your matching lacy red bra and panties.

"shut up. i know what i'm doing, i'll do it myself." you voiced coldly. you roughly undid his belt, then his zipper. you looked up at him, and he nodded. you pulled his pants down, eyes roaming around; coming to a halt when you saw his happy trail peeking out of the waistband of his boxers.

your eyes drifted lower down, looking at the huge bulge in his boxers. you felt your wetness pooling in your panties, your pussy clenching around nothing and wishing it was toby. your clit ached to be touched, a whine almost escaping your throat.

"what? too big?" he said, making you look up. a cocky smirk was plastered on his face. you tch'd and palmed him slowly through his boxers, watching him automatically shut up and his face turn a little red.

you hooked your fingers under the elastic waistband of toby's boxers, pulling it down. you watched in awe as his cock sprung free; now you were really questioning if it was too big.

you were already wet, so you figured it'd be fine- and he fingered you before this. you climbed ontop of him, feeling his eyes watch your every move.

your palms were sweaty as you moved your panties to the side, aligning the tip of his dick with your entrance. you winced and bit your lip before lowering yourself onto him.

"fuck.." you heard him groan as your walls enveloped his cock. you looked up at him, his eyes blown with lust and cheeks lit up with pink.

"a- am i doing this right?" you asked, your voice shaky as you slowly rode him. he nodded.

"the only thing your doing wrong is not going fast enough." he complained, tempted to grab you roughly by the hips and bounce you up and down on his cock until you can't say anything but his name. and if you didn't pick up the pace, he was sure his temptation would take control.

you nodded profusely, leaning forward. you trapped his head inbetween your two hands, praying that whatever you do next will please him and not embarass you.

your chest was now against his and your lips were interlocked as you rode his dick, sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room.

he groaned, deepening the kiss. his hands gently held your waist, not guiding you but basically telling you that you were doing all the right things.

you felt his hand move up to your breast, then taking it into his hand and rolling your nipple inbetween his fingers. you moaned, but not once removing yourself from his lips. you clenched around him and felt him throb inside of you, making you whimper. he leaned back, breaking the kiss.

"you're doing so good— fuck you're so hot." he panted, leaning into the crook of your neck then leaving soft kisses along your jaw.

the room began to feel hotter than before— if even possible. short breaths escaped your mouth, your orgasm getting nearer and nearer.

you watched his jaw tighten, his groans coming to a stop; now only silent pants. his brows furrowed, seemingly frustrated.

before you could even say anything, his hands gripped your hips— hard enough that you knew it would leave a bruise.

next thing you were sliding up and down on his dick roughly, toby leaving no time for you to even catch a break as he knew he was close and so were you.

silent moans escaped your lips; sounds of your pleasure caught in your throat. he thrusted up deeper into you, his thrusts erratic and desperate.

he grabbed you by the back of your neck and made you lean down close enough to him that you could feel him breathing on your neck. he bit down hard as he let out a loud groan.

you cried out in pain and pleasure as you felt him release inside of you a few seconds after he bit you. your orgasm washed over you, tears blurring your vision as you moaned out his name in a whisper.

he thrusted up into you, the both of your riding out your orgasms. once you two became tired, you collapsed on him, your legs sore.

you felt a hand on your thigh, but your eyes were struggling to open. you felt soft kisses litter your temple and forehead, and toby's fingers pushing any cum that leaked out back into your aching cunt.

"goodnight, pretty."

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jxckchxmpi0n · 5 months

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Heat Wave

Ethan Landry x reader || m.list

Summary : ethan has been busy with homework all day when all you've been wanting is his attention.

Warnings : hair pulling, p in v, praise cockwarming,

Word count : 1.1k

Tumblr has been giving me a hard time for some reason, and so the anon who asked for this request, I really hope you find it! I would never ignore your request. I hope you know that ♡

Sitting on ethans lap while he tried getting his homework done was difficult. He felt you move your hips lightly back and forth every few minutes. He could feel his pants getting tighter on him, his body slowly getting warmer. His face filling with heat as he thought about being deep inside you. "Baby, please stop moving." his voice was whiney and low, and his hands dropped from his laptop to your hips. His fingers gripping your body, the feeling of them pulling you into him made you hum.

His face rested just a little behind your shoulder, his lips laying kisses all along it. "You've just been so busy with school recently, and I miss you." Your arm reaches behind him, your fingers in his hair.

Ethan's eyes fell onto his laptop as an idea popped in his head. "What if I told you I have an idea?" One of his hands falling from your hip to your thighs. "What if I treat you a little-" his hand dipped down to your pussy, his fingers slowly dancing over the material of your underwear. "-are really already wet just by sitting here?" His voice was light and teasingly, you knew he loved having power over you.

Your hand tightened in his hair, causing him to grunt in your ear, a noise you could never get tired of. "What's this big idea? Hm?" Your head fell back onto his shoulder as he started to move your underwear, tracing your lips. With your mouth open in a 'o' shape, he took the moment to grab your face, turning to face him. Watching your face as he toyed with you.

"My idea is that you sit on me...fully...." his words were being broken apart by the sound of you moaning. His fingers are now resting inside of you like he's trying to set an example of what he wants. Your hips bucking up and down, God you want him to fuck you so badly. "And as I rest in you, I keep working, and there will be no movement from you. At all. If I get my work done without you moving then maybe, just maybe I might fuck you"

As he kept talking, he started moving his fingers, in and out, in the motion like his saying come here. You were riding hand, hips finding its own rhythm. "Do you understand?" You couldn't fully hear him over your moaning, a smirk laid on his face as he watches you close your eyes. You were so close that you could feel the knot building in your lower stomach.

"Ye-yes please Ethan- can I cum?" Your eyes laid on his face as he looked down at his hand. He was watching your scrim under his touch, he could feel his cocktail twitch at the thought of being in you. The feeling of your warmth hugging him so tightly, being able to hear the sounds you make when he touches you in all the right places.

"Mmm not yet baby" he turned back to you leaning in, his lips landed on yours roughly, both of you were trying to control yourselves but it was hard when you both want to fuck each other mindless.

His hand cupped your throat, holding you still. You kissed each other, and both of your breathing had picked up. He had pulled away first. He noticed how you were out of breath and how your eyes were looking back at him begging like.

"Stand up for me for a second," his hand lifted, gripping your hips, helping you stand up. The shirt you were wearing was one of his, he bought it knowing you'd like the size of it. It rested below your mid thigh. He stared at you for a moment, excited about being inside you.

Lifting his own hips off of the chair, he pushed down his sweatpants and boxers. Seeing him made your thigh clenched. He held out his hand for you to take, "God, I live you so much." Wrapping his arm around your back, he pulled you in.

Hovering over him he grabbed his cock and lined himself with you, slowly you sat down. The feeling of him stretch you made you groan, nails gripping his shoulders as you kept going. "I know, I know, your doing so good for me. Taking me so well"

Once you were fully sat, it took every muscle not to rock your hips on him. "Fuck you feel so warm" Ethan was kissing your neck and leaving love bites. "So good to me"

Moving the chair closer to the desk made you move, causing you to moan out. "Fu-" airy breaths were escaping from your mouth.

"Let me work and then I'll give you more" to this you thought about him fucking you. You felt yourself squeeze him which made him groan "don't do that" He continued typing like it was nothing.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was soft and barely auditable. He kissed your cheek as he kept hitting the keys.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and you were starting to get greedy. You felt Ethan move his hips up just to tease you, "That's not fair." he looked at you with a smirk on his face. "You- you get to move, and I don't?"

"I finished my paper. you can move all you want." his hands gripped your hips, lifting you up so lightly before pulling you back down. A moan slipped out of your mouth, "Yeah, come on, let me hear you." Ethans voice was sharp as he felt himself move in you.

"F-uck Ethan, please, don't stop," throwing your head back, hands holding his shoulders. He sat still gripping your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

"Yeah, God baby you're so beautiful look at you, making all these noises for me" leaning his head back you took the chance to kiss his neck.

Marking him love bites, slowly turning creating purple marks. "I'm- I'm- so close" before you could process Ethan had picked you up and carried you to the bed. Laying you down you pulled you to the edge, lining himself again he hovered over you.

Moving faster and harder than before. "Look at you, eyes rolled back, God so sweet to me letting me have you. All of you. All mine" his voice was breaking between every word, his hips stuttering, he was close and you knew it.

"Yes, I-I I'm all yours, please I'm cumming" fingers gripped the sheets as the knot in your stomach snapped, ethan shortly followed behind, moaning out his forehead meeting with yours. "Maybe we should do that more often no?" You couldn't help but laugh.

"Always know how to treat me" he laughed with you, leaning down and kissed you. Sweet light and passionate.

#jack champion #ethan landry #scream vi #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #jack champion imagine #jack champion x reader #spider avatar #ethan landry smut #ghost face x reader #spiderman ethan landry #ethan landry x you #jack champion is all i think about #jack champion fluff #jack champion fanfic

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cheriewony · 2 months

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boo, you whore — huh yunjin

genre; smut, smut with plot

pairing; mean girl!yunjin x fem!reader

warnings; mean yunjin, degredation, size kink, strapon use, cunnilingus, face sitting, voyeurism, mentions of filming

note; this is a repost from my old blog (cheriejen) i honestly loved writing this request, want jen to call me a whore and rail me senseless ♡ - would you guys like a pt 2? i was thinking of doing a foursome with the plastics-

minors ++ men, dni

huh yunjin seemed to have spawned her wretched way into this world with a silver spoon in her mouth, wearing perilously tall jimmy choos and a matching pink birkin. this hadn't changed much in university. you had thought that after the horrid interactions the two of you had had back in high school, university was going to be a fresh start.

you couldn't have been more wrong.

whilst yunjin's friends-since-birth miyawaki sakura and kim chaewon were studying elsewhere, she had been able to make a new trio of plastics quickly enough. yu jimin had been connected to yunjin's hip since she had stepped onto campus. she was the life of the party- organising mixers, socials and parties like this very halloween one. jang wonyoung, a fashion major and the titled prettiest girl on campus, had been an obvious choice as the final piece in the highly-respected trio.

just like she had cornered you in the cafeteria in her short little tennis skirts in high school, here she was, in a short pink slip dress that was hardly covering her hot pink lingerie, her glittery lip gloss smudged from an intense makeout session she'd just had with the captain of the university football team. oh, and the bunny ears that had been propped onto her college-blonde hair, almost like an afterthought.

you had learnt that college halloween parties were an excuse to dress slutty the hard way- after showing up, fake blood, teeth and warts as frankenstein's wife to your first halloween party in your freshman year. today, you were wearing the same veil you had to your first party, instead paired with a white front-tie corset, the shortest skirt in your closet and a wash of dewy tint on your lips.

yunjin's lip curled into that smirk she always had in front of you. despite years of witnessing her lip curl in that manner, you still couldn't really understand what it meant. disgust? irritation? amusement?

"who would've thought a little suck up like you would be at one of my parties?"

you hesitated to correct her. this technically wasn't her party- after all, it had been karina who had thrown the party. your lips remained shut; any party huh yunjin actually showed up too soon became her party.

your hesitation was interrupted by yunjin's perfectly manicured hand fastening around your wrist. she ends up tugging you along with one hand, the other hand sneaking another small tray of filled red solo cups on it, continuing to weave neatly through the throngs of drunken young adults before pushing you into the bathroom, not even bothering to lock the door behind you two.

she can only smile over at your flushed face, how your lips had pursed into pants after clumsily rushing into the bathroom behind her. yunjin props herself onto the bathroom counter top, draining one of the solo cups in one, squealing aloud once she finished.

"actually grew yourself some tits, huh?" she questions, that cheshire-cat grin still tugging at her lips. she steps forward to tug the bow holding the from of your top together loose.

part of you instinctively shielded your now bare skin, cheeks stained red as yunjin chuckled over at you.

"no bra? what a slut."

your cheeks could only get warmer at her words as she pushed you to settle onto the bathroom counter, moving to stand between your legs, lifting your skirt up to get a view of the lacy pink panties you were wearing. she smirked at the sticky patch that was beginning to form between your legs.

"what a fucking whore."

the next view was something you never expected; huh yunjin, propped on her knees as she pushed your panties aside and began to lap at your dripping cunt, playboy bunny ears askew on her halo of blonde hair.

your were obsessed with her. anyone would be with how her tongue teased your clit, drawing long licks against your sweet pussy. all you could do was moan, tugging at wads of blonde hair to force you closer, only causing her to bite at your inner thighs.

"do you know how much that stylist cost me? don't you fucking dare."

so you don't, your hands fiddling with your tits instead, rubbing the nub of your nipple to make your eyes roll, tongue propped out of your mouth as yunjin continued to lap at your pretty pussy. as soon as your legs begin to roll alongside her licks, she pulls away, lips shining with your wetness.

"it's that easy to get you to cum? fucking slut, bet you've thought about this for so long? what a creep-"

she moves to the side, removing her own clothes, only revealing more perfect curves. she was venus and you were under her spell as she moved out of view to put something on. by the time she arrived back in front of you, you were salivating. the strap on was huge. and glittery pink. obvi.

you immediately drop to your knees, eager to lap and suck at the tip of the dildo but yunjin only scoffs in disgust.

"i don't want your foul mouth anywhere near this. lie down."

and you did. she forces you to lay down as she aligns the pink dildo with your entrance, lubing it down with your own wetness. she slowly pushes in, the two of your moans sync. her hands find purchase on your hips before moving faster, ignoring any of your whines or demands.

"listen here bitch. i make the rules here. all i want to hear from you are those dirty little moans-"

your eyes become glassy, almost doll-like as she does as she pleases, grunting almost animalistically as her thrusts get more incoherent and shaky, your gummy walls tightening around her.

"f-fuck- keep taking me, don't make me stop-"

your whines are pornographic at this point, making your own hips move alongside her thrusts, your thumb teasing your clit as you reach your high. as if a puppeteer had dropped your strings, you collapse onto yunjin, hands gripping past her tits to rest on her shoulders.

yunjin groans in disgust, pushing your weak frame flat onto the counter before taking out her phone, beginning to film your twitching self, your pussy still quivering around her pink cock. you try to cover your face, which clearly doesn't please yunjin one bit. she pulls out in frustration, and grabs her stuff before glaring at you.

"boo, you whore."

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 2 months

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Hello friend 👋 wasn’t episode 4 of tbb amazing?? I’m loving this season. Wanted to pop in and request a fic - you know how when you’re walking your dog and everyone has to stop and say hello to the dog bc obvs. Can you do something like that but it’s crosshair walking batcher and reader stops to say how cute but then crosshair gets jealous of batcher getting all the love lol

Dog Days

Crosshair x Reader

Summary- You met Crosshair while he was taking Batcher for a walk. Passing your house quickly became a daily task you all looked forward to. Is it wrong to say you caught feelings for him? And was Crosshair really jealous of the attention you gave Batcher?

A/N- Hey girl! Sorry your request took so long to get around to. I didn't forget you! I want to personally thank you for all your kind words. I always see your liking and commenting on my works! This was such a cute idea!!! Crosshair is definitely the 'dad who didn't want the dog, but now loves it' guy. Thanks for requesting!

Word Count- 1,409

The scurrying of paws on tile caught your attention. You raised from your bent position, having been watering your plants outside your home.

You turned just in time to see a various colored blue animal running your way. The figure and attitude of it reminded you of a dog, but you were sure it wasn't.

The closer it got, you realized it was not slowing down. With a hiked breath, you squinted your eyes and prepared for impact.

"Batcher, stop!" A males voice rang out.

Just as commanded, the animal stopped at your feet. You opened your eyes to see it now sitting, tongue out. You blinked, heart still pounding.

"Sorry." Said the man, which you recognized as Crosshair. Him and the rest of his brothers had come back to Pabu after rescuing Omega.

"No, it's okay. Really, he seems sweet." The animal jumped to its feet as you reached a hand out. Your hand was soon met with slobber, as the animal licked you again.

"She."

"Oh, sorry. She seems sweet." You crouched down to her level, now fully petting her. You gave out a laugh as she now nuzzled into your face.

Crosshair crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. You took the hint.

"I guess I'll let you two get going. Have a nice day!" You stood, much to Batchers dismay. She already had a liking to you. She reluctantly followed Crosshair when he turned and walked away.

Only a day passed until you saw the two of them again. This time you had been leaving a neighbors house, needing some flour.

You of course, saw Batcher running down first. Crosshair slowly following. She barked at the sight of you, you didn't get scared when she ran at you this time.

"Hey girl!" You called out to her, but what you didn't expect was for her to actually jump on you.

It wasn't painful, but she did manage to knock the small bag of flour out of your hands. She had you playfully pinned under her, licking whatever she could.

The flour was also on top of you, and her, and the surrounding tile.

You gave out a cough, a white puff leaving your lips.

'Batcher, off!" Crosshair was frustrated at the scene. He had watched the whole fall.

Batcher didn't understand and happily ran over to him. You were still on the ground, slightly embarrassed at the turned heads.

A hand reached down to you, you grabbed it. Crosshair easily pulled you up. His strength took you by surprise.

"She hurt you?" He asked.

"I'm okay, I think most of the impact was on my butt." You rubbed at your hip, a dull pain arriving. It was going to bruise.

"How much flour was it?" He didn't seem to really care how you were doing.

"Uh, I think five cups? I was just borrowing it from my friend."

He hummed, Batcher was still at his side. She was awaiting his next command.

"It's fine, really. I know she didn't mean to." There was an awkward air around.

"I'll bring some tomorrow." Was all he said before turning and walking off.

He did bring the flour the next day, a bag double the size of what you had. You gave your neighbor her portion and put the rest in a jar.

You profusely thanked him, but he brushed it off and continued his walk.

To show your gratitude for the extra flour, you baked him a dozen cookies. You wrapped them neatly and carefully waited to see the two of them.

You found ways to busy yourself outside, trying not to make it obvious you were eagerly waiting for Crosshair. Oh, yeah and Batcher.

Upon hearing a bark, you ran inside to grab your fresh cookies. You raced back outside just in time to see Crosshair standing. He had his head turned, looking around. Was he looking for you?

"Crosshair?" His head shot your way.

"I baked you some cookies! As a formal 'thank you.'" He just looked at you, so you raised the cookies to him.

"Thank you." He said, fighting a smile.

"What did you say your name was?" It was your turn to smile at his question.

You promptly told him, trying not to grin too big.

He nodded.

"T-Theres enough cookies for the rest of your brothers, and Omega." You informed him. At his look, you felt your cheeks getting hot. He probably felt weirded out that you knew everyone's name, especially since he just learnt yours.

"Sorry..." You didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you felt guilty for making things awkward once again.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, so don't apologize." His words were cold, but had a sense of affection in them.

At the new silence, you figured it was time to part once again.

"Have a good day, I hope you like the cookies." He actually waved this time, glancing over his shoulder to see you smile and wave back.

With each day that passed, you slowly got closer and closer to Crosshair and Batcher. Passing your house seemed to be on their daily walking routine.

A minute spent passing your house turned into taking a twenty or thirty minute break. You'd hold and play with Batcher while talking with Cross. It ranged from the weather to nightmares. You both found yourselves opening up to each other.

You quickly grew feelings for Crosshair over the weeks passed.

There were times you thought he felt the same, but the second you might have confessed or leaned in for a kiss- he'd change the subject. You just accepted that he didn't like you in the way you liked him. It hurt but you couldn't force feelings onto him.

You had started to notice that when you giddily ran to Batcher or held her tightly, Crosshair curled his lip- or gave out a glare. You picked up that he might be jealous of the attention you were giving her. Though, why would he be jealous if he didn't have any feelings for you?

It came to be a few minutes past two o'clock. Crosshair would be coming down any minute now. Though, your pesky bladder had you quickly running back inside.

When you came out, Crosshair was sat on your front porch. Batcher was at the ready, panting and hyper.

You greeted her first, dropping to your knees. She was more playful today, not leaving you alone.

"Oh, you're such a good girl!" You scratched behind her ears, she closed her eyes and wagged her tail.

You continued to play with her, she was rolling and doing tricks for you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Crosshair stand. He crossed his arms, a scowl on his face.

"Such a pretty girl, so cute." You announced praises at her. Though not on purpose, you ignored Crosshair. She was on her back as you rubbed her belly.

"Why don't you get a room." He remarked, now obviously jealous of Batcher.

"Don't listen to him, Batcher! He's just grumpy and jealous." You were getting brave with your comebacks.

"I am not!" He was getting defensive.

"Shh, it's okay Batcher. Your dad is pretty cute too." You said, nuzzling her face.

"I am not her dad and i'm n-" Your words registered in Crosshairs head, the same time they did in yours.

You moved away from Batcher, the mood changed. It was silent for a moment, you looked at the ground.

"Okay I'll be leaving now." You stood to your feet, about to die of embarrassment. That was until Crosshair grabbed a hold of your wrist.

He forced you to face him. "Why?"

"Well gee Cross, I don't know. Maybe because I just said the dumbest thing ever. You think I don't know the feeling isn't mutual!" You confessed.

He stared for a moment, hand still gripping your wrist. You could tell he was contemplating something. That was until he made the last step forward and kissed you.

You felt light as a feather. He did like you back!

You could feel Batcher rubbing against your leg, but payed no attention to it. You were too lost in the kiss.

The two of you held each other, not puling away except to gasp for air.

"I guess I was wrong?" You panted out.

"You were far from being right." He just pulled you back in for another kiss.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I am so appreciative for your sweet comments HayBelle! Please let me know if there is anything you want changed in this fic!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss @dangraccoon

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charlesslut16 · 10 months

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I noticed you only have George fluff, and I love your smuts. Could you write a George one? Maybe something where it's your first time and so he's really nice about it but it's still good ya know...

-first time-

summary : you have your first time with george...

PAIRING : george russel x fem!virgin!reader

WARNINGS : 18+. smut, NSFW,first time, slight dom!george, slight rough sex, p in v, curse words, dirty talk, aftercare, unprotected sex (be safe!).

note : i wrote this while i watched the f1 race, so i hope that it will be alright. I hope you like it, love.

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You and George have been dating for 5 and a half months now. He was your first boyfriend, you could tell him absolutely everything and he was always understanding.

The both of you would make out all the time, his hands rid up your thighs, made circles, traced patterns and placed chaste little kisses going all up your body.

He would always tell you how pretty you were, cooing at how sweet his girl was, but you would stop him every time, citing multiple reason, but he didn’t care as long as he got to spend time with his girl.

Today had been the exact same. You sat in his lap, him holding your thighs, caressing them, while you kissed. But at some point, George, wanted more than just kissing.

You stopped him, as you took his hands and climbed off his lap. Just as George wanted to tell you that it was okay, you stopped him. You sat next to him, with his hands in yours, and sighed.

"You know, that this will be my first time, so please be gentle, george." The words lightly spilled out of your mouth, and you shut your eyes, scared of his reaction.

"It's okay baby. I will be very gentle."

His hands trailed up, cupped your face, gave you a reassuring smile and gave you a kiss on your cheek.

George took your hand in his and walked to his bedroom. As you were in his room, you both walked to his bed. Then george laid you down, and you were quick to take your clothes off, but that was where the speed stopped.

He looked you in the eye, for your consent. He towered over you while you laid in the bed. You nodded as an answer, but that was not enough for him to continue this.

"You have to use your words, baby. If you don't say anything, I will not continue, okay?"

"Okay. I'm ready."

"Good girl. Thank you for using your words."

George lined his big cock up with your small pussy, looked at you one more time, thrusted slowly into you and waited as he was halfway in to let you adjust to his big size.

The feeling of his cock head against you was so good, the weight and heat of it had you gushing out some more of your arousal, helping him pop the head in some more.

George hissed, feeling your virgin hole clench as he pushed in some more, it all felt so, so good. You whimpered, your hands that were still pressed against his chest, as he lifted his head from your neck, looking down at you.

He could see the way your lip was held against your teeth, eyes wide and wet.

“Oh baby, it’s okay, it’s okay. I know it hurts.” George comforted you while he rubbed your thigh, his own eyebrows down turned in worry, that he might have hurt you too much.

You whined once more, bit back the pain in favor of seeing the concerned lines iron out from his face, you breathed in once, slowly moved your hips up against him.

“That's it, you’re doing so well.” he sighed, watched your thighs tremble as you pushed up against him, slipped more of him inside you, as he went to thrust in to you again.

But he stopped you, pushed a hand against your tummy to steel you down onto the bed, he’s the one who was going to be in charge of how much and fast you took him.

George did love the enthusiasm you showed him, as he knew that you were putting up a very brave face to please him and to make him very happy with you.

You were crying at the final stretch, hiccuped while the tears stained your face, his cock was so fat it had you clenching down, but it only furthers the sting you’re feeling.

The euphoria of it washed away the sting you felt, he was grinding against you with a bit of force, the smoothness of his pelvis basically rubbed your clit raw and red.

You felt like you were going crazy, eyes not able to focus on his pretty face anymore, hands moved to grab at his biceps, this was a feeling you had never felt or had been even close to feeling.

“George, f-feels so good. It feels so, so good.” you sob, clenching at every thrust of his cock.

His pace was excruciatingly slow, in between thrusts you could felt his lips drag all over your body, he treated you like a fragile porcelain doll that if he moved you too much you would eventually crack.

In between, he made sure that you were alright, comfortable and, above all, had pleasure. But you were moaning, gasping and panting, so he knew that you liked it.

As your orgasm came, you firstly felt weird, but george told you, that everything was alright and how it should be. But before you came undone, george stopped and tilted your head up, to make sure that you were looking at him.

"I need to cum, should I come into you or should I make it on your body and clean it up?"

"In me, please"

"Good girl."

He repeated it over and over like it was a mantra, he kept watching the way your body writhes under him, reacted so delicately as he eats it up, his girl looked so good right now.

He nodded at your answer and started to thrust into you again. Slow but sloppy, as he was seconds away from spilling into you.

“G-George…”

“I know, sweetheart.” He thrusted a few more times, hit spots you had never known existed, and all too soon the coil snapped. Clamped down on his cock, you let out a high-pitched whine.

And you felt him tense as his hips stuttered against you, his cock pulsed within you. He laid above you, his head rested on your shoulder, both breathed hard, emotion made up the majority of the exhaustion.

His lips moved against your skin, and you pushed his head up.

And seconds later, george spilled his seeds into you, with a loud grunt. He thought you looked like an angel with the tears rolling down your face, panting out nothing more than his name.

So cute in the way you were shaking, knees came up to press against his body. George had waited a short time and then pulled out of you, to go to the bathroom. He grabbed a towel and cleaned himself and then you.

"There’s my pretty baby." he smiles, kissing the freshly fallen tears.

“Was that good?” he asks, and you lightly nod.

“T-the best.” you keened, he lets out a laugh, once again coming to you, pulled you to him and pressed his nose against your neck.

"I love you, baby. You did great."

“George? I… I love you too.” You wrapped your arms more firmly around him, and the two of you rolled until you were nestled into his chest, limbs tangled and lips pressed together.

Now under the covers, you laid on your side with George's arm wrapped around your waist and your head rested on his chest.

George stroked your hair, felt your warm breath ghost evenly over his chest as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 14 days

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WIBTA if I tried to covertly exclude one of my friends from game nights ? 🎮🎧📞

tw: disordered eating, self harm

I've got a discord friend group of about 15 people though only 10 or so are regularly active and game nights often are usually around 6 people but they rotate who participates often. We're all in the 20s and mostly nonbinary / genderqueer / trans one way or another. I'm 25 ftm personally (they them) and the friend this is about in particular is 22mtf (she/they).

Friend is really excited to hit the 1 year marker in her transition and loves sharing how excited she is about her progress - how strangers at her job are gendering her correctly more and more often, how her cup sizes are growing, how much weight she's lost, wardrobe updates, getting to learn girl things from their very supportive mom, etc etc etc. It's all very exciting, I remember hitting my 1 year marker and i'm genuinely really happy for her.

The thing is I struggled with disordered eating in the past. Several others in our friend group have as well and it's something we've talked about both in related and unrelated convos to this issue. Friend keeps an excel spreadsheet with her measurements from bust to hips to weight and will update us frequently whether we've expressed interest in hearing the exact numbers or not. Exact Numbers was one of the things I kept track of and hearing her tracking them (for very different reasons) will often set me off and i'll start taking more and more unhealthy actions, falling back into disordered habits.

Friend has adhd and very poor impulse control. She often joins conversations and talks over people, completely changes conversational topics on a dime, or forgets who is in a call at any moment and brings up someone's triggers. She'll almost always apologize if someone mentions a social mistake she's made, but because the weight/food intake/number watching is so important to them as a way to track their transition it's the one thing that keeps coming back and back and back. I and the others have tried talking in voice calls, mentioning in text chats in the group and even DMing her but because of the topic and this group being the friend group she feels safest in (we were all the first to know and hyped them up on the hrt journey) these are some convos she only gets to have here

and because of the topic, i feel rude or embarrassed when I have to say "hey can we not talk about this right now or i'm gonna have to leave". So on most nights if it comes up I'll just deafen / go afk / just zone out entirely until the conversation has passed. If it doesn't seem like it's going to or they are so in depth that it's genuinely triggering a self harm response i'll fully leave instead so she can keep having her fun and get excited

Game nights are different though

I'm usually the host of game night and so can pick when we play our silly little games. Obviously people can and do still hangout and do things together Not on specific game nights, and we all do, but game nights are my thing. We play party games over discord or multiplayer competition games or lately have been getting into games like content warning and lethal company when there's 4 or sometimes 5 of us (either someone wants to hang out but only watch or we rotate around who plays round by round)

Friend is often working in the evenings and so bc this is an online friend group they don't actually know my work schedule. We usually only have about half the total number of participants be around for game night anyways, so I've been thinking of occasionally lining up game nights for nights when she's mentioned being busy by saying i work the other nights - but only sometimes. I do really like friend. She can be so much fun to hang out with, excitingly competitive and with interesting knowledge to share and generally a good sport no matter the actual game we're playing. But sometimes the worry about the triggering and the trigginering itself are too much. sometimes i just can't handle when she does it and knowing i can't leave and asking her to stop expressing her joy makes me feel like an asshole anyways so i don't want to be around it.

To be clear. I do not think they are an asshole. Friend is genuinely one of my friends. I like her and hanging out with her. they do not trigger me (or any of the others w this same trigger) maliciously. this is solely would I be the asshole.

TLDR: My friends way of tracking her transition sometimes triggers my eating disorder. would I be the asshole for planning game nights that I host and cannot leave / tune out conversations during so that she cannot attend as often in hopes that I am not triggered as often?

#aita #am i the asshole #eating disorder cw #self harm cw

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macabr3-barbi3 · 2 months

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Alastor x Reader who has temperamental issues and decides to throw something at him which leads to him fucking the tantrum out of her.

well shit, I’m fucking obsessed with this idea lmao to the top of the adhd queue it went! I tried to keep it a little more bite sized, sometimes the plot does get away from me lol

As usual the ending is rushed once the smut is over but I hope this works with what you were looking for 🖤

Tags: light bondage; vaginal sex; just a tad bit of begging

Everyone else in the hotel knew it was easiest to just give you your way when you were pissy; except Alastor apparently. You came home after a rough day to spot him in the kitchen with the last chamomile teabag in his steaming mug; you asked him to trade for something else so you could have what was currently steeping in his ‘Oh Deer’ cup, so you could sleep.

“You don’t need it to sleep; really all that one needs to sleep is a bed and silence! You have your own bedroom and everyone else is asleep so I think you’ll be perfectly fine.”

Some childish part of you decided that the best course of action upon his refusal would be to throw your own empty mug directly at his head in retaliation.

The sickening crack you heard almost made you think you had hit your mark- but no, that was just his fucking neck snapping as he cocked his head far enough to the side to avoid the ceramic projectile. The mug shattered harmlessly on the floor and Alastor turned to look at you, his eyes black, red dials in place of pupils. “Surely you can’t be so foolish,” he had growled, and the kitchen faded into darkness as he transported you to his bedroom.

How exactly that led to where you were now- hands suspended above you by shadows, Alastor’s claws digging ridges into the flesh of your hips while he bounced you on his thick cock- was a bit beyond you at the moment. You were overwhelmed with the feeling of it, the sensation of his hardness inside you, the smell of his sweat and your arousal combining into some olfactory aphrodisiac that served to hurtle you closer to the edge of orgasm than you had been since dying.

“Have you remembered yet, darling?” Alastor’s eyes are lidded, cast low enough to watch your pussy swallowing him. “What do we say when we want something?”

Ahh, that’s what it was. Reintroducing the concept of manners, he had said, though he failed to mention that he would be fucking it into you. You had honestly thought he was going to kill you, shadow tentacles wrapped around your wrists, his eyes dark and dangerous until he noticed the embarrassed flush to your cheeks, the subtle dilation of your pupils and sharp intake of breath when he trailed his claws down the bare skin of your arms. “Perhaps there’s a better way to get the idea across, hm?”

“P- please,” you whisper, your voice strained.

“Mmm, and when we do get what we want?” He accompanies this with a hard thrust, and your head drops forward with a moan, gaze captivated by the flex of his stomach muscles while he grinds up into you, his shirt discarded when you had climbed onto the bed.

“Oh, fuck- thank you.”

His smile is pleased. “Lovely, chérie. You know, I’ve kept that cup of tea nice and hot on your desk over there- I could be persuaded to part with it if you can be polite.”

He thought you still wanted the tea? “Don’t care,” you gasp out. “Just- fuck me.”

His hips still, hands leaving your waist to fold behind his head, the picture of casual patience, like his prick wasn’t twitching inside you. “That’s not how we ask, dear- whether it’s for tea for pleasure.”

“God damn- please, Alastor.” You can’t stop the roll of your eyes as you try to grind down, the shadows around your wrist pulling you up at the last moment to prevent you from gaining any of the delicious friction you were seeking.

“I think you can do better. Keep in mind that I’m being merciful, darling- I’ve killed greater demons for lesser crimes than trying to crack my skull open, you know. I’ve certainly never rewarded whining and demands in such a way before.” He reaches a clawed finger out, trails it down your neck and between the mounds of your breasts, continuing down your frame until he reaches the sensitive juncture between your thighs. The hard press against your clit has you groaning and trying to press down, only to be stopped by the grip of his shadows still on your wrists. “Once more- try for some sincerity this time!”

“Fuck- please, Alastor.” You make it as saccharine and earnest as you can, and you’re rewarded with being lowered back down onto the Radio Demon’s cock, slow and sweet. The pleads fall from your lips unbidden then, his hands coming back to your hips and pace picking up with every repetition; “please please please, oh God, fuck, Alastor-”

“Beautiful, dear,” he says, and he guides you over the peak with a gentle finger to your sensitive clit and an angle of his hips, driving into you with a frantic fierceness that has you wishing you could dig your nails into the flesh of his chest to ride it out.

Like he can hear the thought, the shadows on your wrists release and you fall forward and sink your fingers in the way that you want to. You want to demand that he finish, that he follow you over the edge, but this whole thing started because of you demanding something from him, and pitching a fit (and a mug) when he didn’t comply. You could take his lesson to heart- show him just how effective a method of teaching it was.

“Please,” you moan in his ear, and his fingers tense against your skin. “Cum for me, I want it- I’ll ask nicely, Al, please?”

He groans against your neck, dragging your hips down into his and grinding up against you, the clench of your body pulling him into the abyss along with you.

There’s a moment of quiet filled only with the sounds of your panting before Alastor clears his throat. “So, darling, what have we learned?”

You sigh, still irritated at the reprimanding but satisfied with how it turned out- your eyelids are dropping shut. “Mind my manners, I suppose.”

Alastor hums into your hair. “That’s right. Now, the offer does still stand for the tea- what do you think?”

“I don’t have the necessary equipment or angle to throw a cup so I guess I’ll be polite. Can I please have the last cup of chamomile?” Despite the request your mind is fuzzy, eyes harder to keep open.

“Since you asked so nicely,” he says, and you hear the gentle clatter of ceramic on your nightstand. “I did tell you that you didn’t need the tea to sleep, darling.” The soft vibrations of his voice are the last thing you hear before dropping off into blissful rest.

#hazbin hotel #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #x reader #requests #my stuff <3

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hyunip · 7 months

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DISTRACTION

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https://sober!-ony-x-drunk!-plus-size-black!-reader.com//:hyunip

A/N: Cannot get this man ony out of my head and how he gets distracted by how fine you looks while you talkin’ to him. You know that part of redbone with instrumental? He think you looks like that part of the song. Ion know if that made sense to you, but if it don’t, you gonna have to make sense out of it.

[I suck at warnings, sorry]

MATERLIST[Needs to and will be updated]

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[T]ipsy was really the only word that could explain you right now. The only word that fit into how you felt.

Your vision was a bit blurry, and your mind felt a little scattered, like all you could think of was words and how to put them in a way. But whilst talking, it seemed you couldn’t care less about what you said to him. Letting your thoughts be free. You were only like this because you and Onyankopon’s friend group were playing a game of uno with a little twist.

If someone put down a draw four card, you’d have to do four shots and then draw your four cards. Same thing if they’re stacked—if you have to draw eight cards that’s eight shots and eight cards—so on and so forth. You weren’t sure who made that shit up, but whoever did it was a damn good idea. It was funny and loud—which may have caused a little headache—and chill too. You all had a good time. But after a few rounds you all decided to chill since Sasha—a light weight—had one too many drinks for herself. So she’d went up to your room to sleep. Whilst Connie, Mikasa, Eren, Armin, and Jean were all laid out on bean bag chairs on their phones or talking. You were all in your basement, the song redbone by Childish Gambino playing, set to a medium volume on the speaker at the back.

Ony listened to you talk, listened to you sound a little loopy as you talked to him about a dream you had of him.

“And you was chasin’ me downstairs wit the knife—I almost bust my ass on the last step” you told Ony, your eyes slowly closing and your hand moved slowly to facepalm yourself in the face as you said the last part, making Ony chuckle at how you found it so dumb. “I ain’ gon lie baby, this shit sound like one ‘uh dem horror movies you be watchin’” he laughed.

Truth be told, Ony loved when you told him about your dreams, or spoke to him about just anything. Your voice was so smooth and sexy on the regular, but when you were like this, it was just goofy and sounded loopy as hell, and he found it funny and cute. But at some times—like now—he could rarely really ever focus on what you were saying, since he always found himself stuck admiring your facial features and body and how good you looked. He admired your ass, your thick thighs—and definitely the way the quadruple in size whenever you sit down. That has him practically drooling and wishing to be held between them for the rest of his life.— you hip dips, your double D cup sized breasts, and of course that pudgy belly you had (cause be real. You can’t want a woman with a FAT DUMPY and some pretty big titties without no stomach 🙄 plus size are baddies too.)

He loved the fat under your arms and how chubby you were. But my oh my, when he catches a look at them pretty brown eyes and see that wide and beautiful smile, his heart can’t help but skip almost all the million beats. He may not show it, but when he sees how good you look everyday, he try his best to find the words to speak. Always silent at first glance.

He was leaned back against the couch, his arms falling on his thighs as he sat manspread beside you, staring at your well done makeup. The little eyeliner wing making an illusion of slim siren eyes with a lit red tint under your eyes, and mink lashes perfectly placed on your lash line. The look with your outfit made him want to get on his knees and start slurping you up and eating you like the last dinner he will ever have. You were just too sexy, and he could always gas himself up about how bagged himself the baddest woman in his eyes.

“You listening?” Your voice was low and interrupted by a small hiccup after drinking a few sips of a cup of soda sitting on the small round table in front of you both. His thoughts were interrupted by that, bringing him back to reality.

When he focused back onto your words and was able to give your entire being a final analyzation, he heard the best part of redbone begin to play, making the moment even better for him.

Ony nodded at your question before you moaned in satisfaction as to what your ears were hearing right now, standing to start dancing to your favorite part of the song, vocalizing with it under your breath. As you got up, so did Mikasa and Connie, all of you vibing out to the music and singing along with each other. Ony couldn’t do anything but sit back and watch you enjoy yourself and feel good.

Best believe he could NOT wait to get you home and love and touch all up on you…

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And that, Ladies and Gentleman, was DISTRACTION by HYUNIP!

#hyunip #aot x reader #black reader #aot onyankopon #aot eren #aot mikasa #its been some time since i wrote anything #I love writing about ony #ony x black reader #plus size reader #for my big girls

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moonstruckme · 6 months

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hi! i have a request, but not for a specific character, you can pick who you want to write about i just ask that it’s not about any of the stranger things characters😅 but could you write something just pure and fluffy and sweet with a plus size!reader please? there is a serious lack of just pure plus size!reader fanfics, almost all of the ones i find are smut and it makes me quite sad because i’m currently not able to read smut because of mental health reasons🥹 i just want to read something so sweet and pure and loving with a plus size!reader and her man just loving her softness and curves.

Hi sweetheart! I hope this is alright <3

Sirius Black x plus size!reader ♡ 822 words

You’re innocently reading when cold fingers try to jimmy into the crease between your thighs. You squeal. “Sirius, don’t! Shit, your fingers are freezing.”

He pouts. Even with his pretty lips and freakishly long lashes, the expression doesn’t work on you like it used to. Sirius has worn it out. “Exactly,” he whines. “They’re cold, and you’re so warm. Quit being selfish.”

“So get a blanket like a normal person,” you chide. “Don’t make your cold fingers my problem.”

Sirius scowls. “I thought my problems were your problems. Isn’t that, like, the point of a relationship?”

You lower your book to give him a look. “That’s an awfully self-serving idea of what a relationship is supposed to be, Siri.”

He huffs, reaching the whole two feet to grab the blanket you’ve strewn over the armchair. “Fine. You must have me in your thrall or something, you know that? I used to get whatever I wanted. Where did it all go so wrong?”

“Not sure.” You flip your page idly, though you’re not really reading anymore. Just baiting your boyfriend, as you are wont to do. “Maybe when you stopped trying to woo me.”

Sirius gasps, and your book is torn from your hands. He sets it on the table, and you both pretend he hasn’t done it with care, saving your page. “How dare you! I woo you every day of the week.”

“Mmm.” You try to look unimpressed, but you know he can see the smile you’re fighting. “I don’t feel very wooed when you try to use me as a human heating pad.”

SIrius’ grin comes out to play. You take that as permission to release your own. “Aw, m’sorry, lovely girl,” he croons, bending to brush his lips over the place on your thigh where his fingers had clawed for entry a minute before. “Have I not been telling you how wonderful you are often enough?”

You bite your lip against the giggle bubbling up your throat. “You could stand to do it more.”

“My pretty baby.” Sirius grips the fat of your hips, pulling himself upward to kiss you on the lips. “My sweet, darling angel, do you know how much I love you?” He moves to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, just under your eye, kiss-kiss-kissing all up and down your face.

Your giggles escape, and you break, hands touching his waist to keep him close. “I do,” you admit happily. “I love you too.”

“No, but not nearly as much as I love you.” His voice wilts with a dejection that’s entirely for show, leaning back to bat his too-long eyelashes at you pitifully. “You really have no idea, do you? You silly thing. I think I need to show you more often.”

You’re quiet, shaking with silent laughter Sirius pretends not to notice.

“I love you here,” he says, palms rubbing soothingly up and down your thighs, “but for more than just because they’re so warm. And I love you here” —his hands slide over the material of your shirt, up your waist, dipping lovingly into each rolling curve— “and here” —he follows the path to your broad shoulders, squeezing lightly before continuing upwards to cup your face— “and I love—baby, are you paying attention? This is important—I love you here.” He pecks you on the lips. “Love love love you, gorgeous. I love you here, too.” He kisses your nose, then presses his lips to your forehead. “I love you here most of all,” he says, words all mushed up against your skin. “Do you believe me now?”

“Sirius,” you say softly, face now infinitely warmer than it had been a minute ago, back when you’d been under the impression that you were the one teasing him. “Of course I believe you.”

“Good.” He gives your head one more firm kiss before backing off, giving you one of those sweetheart, earnest smiles he keeps locked away for special occasions. “It’s important that you know, you know?”

“Mhm,” you say, and his grin widens at your shyness. It takes a lot for him to make you this bashful these days, so your flush is a victory for him. “This was all a part of your grand scheme, wasn’t it?”

Sirius blinks at you. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.”

You stare him down for a few seconds before sighing. “Fine, you can use my legs to warm your hands.”

“Yes!” He wastes no time, worming his fingers into the soft inner part of your thighs. You tense at the cold. “I prefer not to think of it as using you. More like affection that also happens to have utility, yeah?”

“Sure.” You roll your eyes, fighting a shiver as you pick your book up from the coffee table. “It’s like you said, you get whatever you want.”

Sirius leans forward, pecking you sweetly on the lips. “You know it, babe.”

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jinkookspencil · 3 months

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always strong enough | jjk

something kept knawing at you... the thought that jungkook always wanted to recreate a kiss scene from one of his favorite romcoms...

tags/note: jungkook x chubby / plus size / curvy reader (f) / fluff / established relationship (they were friends to lovers!)

wc: ~1.5k words

description/note: this fic is based on that one time jk said he wanted to recreate the kissing scene in the film love 911 - in that kiss scene, the male lead carries the female lead and they kiss that way. as a big girl myself i always felt a bit sad about kisses like that knowing how unlikely it'll be that a man will be able to carry me... so this is all where this fic came from, but hey, i guess we gotta remind ourselves that strong men like jk exist right? / that being said, it's not mentioned that yn is insecure but she shares that same fear / no mentions of idol life, this jungkook can be whatever you want him to be / they're in the kitchen and mention that they each cook but there is no other mention of food / jin version available to read here!

Jungkook was kissing you.

You were kissing him.

It wasn’t your first kiss, of course, nor your first time being intimate together…

But all of it was still extremely unbelievable.

How your friendship took a sharp turn after an accidental confession. The fact that he’d been feeling the exact same way and you’d been oblivious to all his subtle hints. That your wildest daydream of feeling him, kissing him, having him… was now an everyday act.

Right now, he had you leaning against the kitchen wall - his lips on yours with brief pecks and bites on your neck in between, his fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt and tickling beneath it while his other hand wanders from your hips, where it’d been rubbing and holding… and his muscled thigh ached between your plush ones.

It was good. It was really good… too good to be true, perhaps, you thought. As wonderfully unbelievable as it all was…something kept gnawing at you. Well, something besides that and Jungkook’s tugging and biting.

And he was beginning to notice.

“Baby, you’re not yourself,” he murmurs, stroking your chin as he pulls away from your lips. “What’s on your mind?”

“It’s nothing.” An obvious lie and a lame attempt at concealing the truth. Of course there was something. Of course he could tell. Of course you’d tell him what it is…. if only it wasn’t so goddamn embarrassing. “Just kiss me.”

He does, for a moment, only to pull away once again and properly sit beside you, his lips still in a pout. “Baby, I need you to tell me the truth. I feel it when we kiss… Are you…. Are you not into this anymore? Me? Us? Is this starting to feel weird?”

“Not at all,” you protest softly, pecking his lips in the same fashion. “I’m so happy…”

“If that’s true, I’m glad… I’m happy too,” he says, the back of his index finger grazing your cheek. “So don’t lie to me and say ‘it’s nothing’ because I know it isn’t nothing since.. well, since I know you. I know there’s something really bothering you, hun. I sensed it a couple days ago over breakfast… you always add too much hot sauce to your food when you’re stressed… and even I couldn’t handle how spicy your cooking’s been lately…”

“…Wuss..” you mutter jokingly, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze.

“Oh yeah? We’ll see who’s talking when you’re all relaxed and unassuming, and I’ll add my normal level of Buldak sauce to the recipe.” Jungkook smiles when you finally giggle at the thought, his hands now rubbing at your soft hips. “Whatever’s going on… whenever you want to talk about it… I just want to let you know that I’m here, okay? And that I love you no matter what. I always will.”

It’s hard to face Jungkook, but it’s even harder to hold back your tears.

“Hey, hey…” he whispers, cupping your face and using his thumbs to wipe away the wetness on your face. Jungkook bends down to kiss your lips and the tip of your nose before pulling your head against his chest, allowing you to sob into it and his embrace. “Honey….”

“I remembered something,” you blurt.

“What?” he asks, pulling away to cup your head and purposefully face him - he wasn’t letting you face away, not now. Not when you started to open up, and he’d been too lost in his worries to catch what you’d said.

“I remembered something…”

“What is it?”

“I can’t get this memory out of my head… and I’m at the precipice of a dark spiral, Jungkook… I think I’ve been here all along; I just didn’t want to admit it. I don’t want to speak all this into existence. Gosh…” The tears flow more rapidly now to match your racing heart. There was no hiding anymore.

“I… caught you at the perfect moment then, my love. Count on me to do that, hmm? Deep breath, baby, come on.” Jungkook demonstrates, forcing you into the anxiety-calming breathing technique he’d mastered and memorized. He only speaks minutes later when he’s finally assured you’re calmer. “Let’s start slow, okay? What did you remember?”

“Months ago,” you begin, swallowing your fear, “before we were, you know, a thing…. We were watching that movie you love so much? Love 911? Do you remember what you said at the very end?”

“… Love 911? I must’ve said that I liked that kiss scene?” Jungkook asks, his brows raised in confusion and intrigue.

“Yes! Yes… and…” You pause. There was no going back now. “You didn’t just say that you liked the kiss. You said you wanted to recreate it with your future girlfriend. Well, I’m your future girlfriend. And I feel so… horrible that I can’t make that a reality for you. I can’t help but think that maybe-“

“Wait, wait, wait… I don’t even want you to finish that thought. Why can’t we make that kiss a reality?”

“Jungkook, don’t make me spell it out. This is embarrassing enough…” you croak.

“What? You think I can’t lift you up like that?”

“Well, yeah…” you blurt, finally looking at your boyfriend and the offended expression on his face. “I know you’re strong, but come on. And it’s not only that - it made me think that, what if, because of my size - you won’t be able to do all that you want to… I know how limiting my own weight is, and I… I hate to impose that on you.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, shaking his head before lowering it to your level. “My love, my honey, my life…. Impose?! You?! Never… Never.” In emphasis, he wides his eyes and cups your face once again until you meet his eyes. “Heard me? Never, okay? Plus, do you think muscles are just decorative? I most definitely can lift you up - don’t doubt me or yourself ever again.”

You exhale, but it wasn’t enough for Jungkook - you’d usually laugh at a comment such as that. It was time for him to confess as well… “Honey… my sweet, smart, but sometimes stupid girl… Me saying that I wanted to recreate the kiss was one of my ‘hints’. I was flirting. I was seconds away from asking to lift you up then and there. Gosh, I should’ve… we probably would’ve been together sooner…”

You watch Jungkook shake his head, disappointed with himself and partly shy, before casting his thoughts aside and rubbing your arms.

“Come on… why are you crying?” he chuckles, holding your hand while cupping your face with the other, ready to wipe the first few tears that fall from your eyes. “You were so worried about us not being able to recreate the scene, and now you have me quoting it as well.”

Jungkook places a quick kiss on your forehead.

“There’s always a way. With me? You bet I’ll find it. Please don’t let your beautiful body stop you from doing what you want… I won’t let it stop me.”

He tilts his head to kiss you quickly, once on your lips and then on your cheek, and when he pulls away, a wide smile is on his face. Just as your heart settled, it raced in a flash. Before you’d even realized it was happening, Jungkook’s arms were around your thighs, and he’d swiftly lifted you up. You yell out his name, grabbing onto his shoulders in fear, all while he looks up at you adoringly. Your panic subsided after a good minute had passed, and you noticed that your boyfriend showed no signs of struggle. None at all.

“I’m offended you thought we couldn’t do this. That I couldn’t do this,” he says, still smiling as he steps around in a circle.

Bending down, you kiss Jungkook deeply, feeling through his hair and pushing him closer to you with your hands at the back of his head. His kiss is eager, hard to break away from, or cut short. Just when you pull away for air, his lips are on you again - if not on yours, on your neck, your clavicle, anywhere he could reach. He groans when you try to slide down and away from his body.

“Happy?” you ask hesitantly, your boyfriend still kissing your skin. “I hope this is… how you imagined it.”

Jungkook breaks away for the first time, staring up at you with swollen lips and a giddy smile, his gaze as soft as ever. “It’s a million times better.”

You’re finally able to return a smile, your hands gripping your boyfriend’s shoulders.

“So what do you say… strong enough?”

“Always, apparently,” you tease, rolling your eyes at the perfect man you were lucky enough to call yours.

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