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BLOW OUT YOUR CANDLES — eren yeager
genre: nsfw (mdni)
content: eren yeager x fem reader, always blk coded reader but anyone is welcome to read, pet names (baby, baby doll) throat fucking, rough sex but soft eren (ofc), mentioned fingering, consensual photography, whiny eren crumbs, not proofread (lmk if i missed anything!)
note: idk if i like this one but happy birthday to my sweetheart !! 🎂
the slices of cake on your nightstand with burnt out candles had been long forgotten by the time eren had gotten ahold of you.
eren’s large palm gripped your tear stained cheek while you laid on your back with your head hanging over the edge of the bed.
you’d only tried it a few times, but this had become one of his favorite positions that you’d suggested — he loved to fuck your throat up while he watched you cum on his fingers.
you were such a sweet girl letting him have his way with you for his birthday. his heart melted watching your eyes roll back and your neck and chin shine with your own spit. he watched his fingers glisten from your last two orgasms.
your whines reverbed around his length as his tip bruised the back of your throat. his pace was brutal — he could be so mean but always made you feel so good. eren wiped the tears from your face. “shhh, you’re a big girl, y/n. you can take it.”
eren’s praise made your heart flutter. you knew he was close when he slightly slowed down his thrusts. it was so typical of him to savor every moment. you tapped his arm twice to let him know you needed to breathe and rolled onto your stomach. eren couldn’t take it. you just looked so beautiful, even coughing while catching your breath after doing your best to take all of him. you sat up and rested comfortably on your knees.
eren’s hand roughly clutched your soft curls (which he proudly helped you wrap every night) and pulled your head back to look at him while he stroked himself above you. you kissed his hipbones and smiled up at him with those pretty eyes.
“my needy baby.” eren grunted and thrusted into his fist. his girl was so perfect for him. he wanted to love and cherish you forever.
his deep groans faded into quick, sharp whimpers as he neared his orgasm. the sounds he made were your favorite. who knew such a meanie could be so whiny?
you knew that despite how harsh he acted, he was weak for you and folded just by looking at you. the thought brought a smile to your face as you prepared your final move. eren’s jaw fell slack as you slowly leaned forward to kiss his tip. that was his pretty slut.
eren grabbed your chin firmly. “such a messy girl. want me to cum all on that pretty face, baby doll? gonna let me take a picture?” you continued with sloppy kisses around his dripping tip while never breaking eye contact.
“yes, please,” you held out your tongue for him. with a muffled moan, eren spilled sticky ropes of his cum all over your face. he reached clumsily for his phone and pointed the camera toward you. the flash temporarily blinded you, making you roll your eyes playfully.
after taking his picture, eren leaned down to your level. with two fingers, her slowly dragged his seed from your cheek and pushed past your lips. you flattened your tongue and let him massage the inside of your mouth. the taste of the two of you combined was something you’d never forget. eren finished by pulling you in for a long, slow kiss that made your body melt against his.
eren pulled away from your lips and quickly began to clean you up. after, he laid back in bed with you wrapped tightly in his arms. “do you know how much i love you baby?”
“you show me everyday but i’m not sure yet .”
eren nudged your shoulder playfully. “i mean it. you really made today special for me.”
“you know i’d do anything for you, ren. you deserve this.”
eren kissed your forehead and looked down at you with a mischievous smile.
“so are we going again?”
#eren x reader#eren smut#eren x black reader#aot smut#aot x reader#aot x black reader#aot headcanons#eren headcanons#minors look away#eren yeager#eren aot#connie x black reader#jean x black reader#attack on titan
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okay so who’s gonna take one for the team and draw richie tozier drinking from this mug?
#i would but i can’t draw for shit#minors look away#richie tozier#reddie#gay clown movie#gay clown book#it#it 2019#stephen king’s it#it stephen king#the losers club#losers club
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Dream a Little Dream of Me - XLIX
Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student.
But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use.
People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you.
Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance.
Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible.
Rated Explicit; MDNI. Mind the tags. Chapter also posted on AO3; accessible to registered users only.
Rare were the moments when your hand reached out beneath the sheets and comforters and found not only warmth but the source of it. Sunlight began to bleed through the cracks in the drapes, dawn grazing the mountainside like a forlorn lover. You rolled over and, in the dim light, found dilated crimson eyes already watching you.
You slipped your hand out of the sanctuary of the covers and traced the lines of Zandik’s jaw and neck. He shifted slightly under your touch and, as if on instinct, your feet and legs tangled with his. Half-awake, your breath hitched when you moved even closer, acutely aware of the precarious position of his thigh between yours and how little your nightwear did when your breasts pressed against his chest.
“Usually you’re up by now,” you murmured.
Zandik’s voice was laced with sleep, his chuckle more like a low rumble in his chest as his hand found your hair and played idly with a stray lock.
“I am discovering these moments are not to be taken for granted,” he replied.
“Perfect for observation, you mean.”
He turned his head and pressed his lips to the inside of your wrist as your fingers grazed the hairline of his temple. You felt the twitch of the corner of his mouth and soft breath against your skin.
“Observation implies a lack of practical application. One of which happens to be that, for once, my thoughts are sharper, full of clarity when I’m around you. They were loud before, intrusive; the Segments and Omega muddled everything and for so long, I could not understand how or even if you were meant to find a place with me.”
The revelation was not entirely new. You were already aware of the deep-rooted sentiments and bias he held against the very fabric that kept you two together. Nonetheless, to hear it spoken tugged at your essence and warmth flooded through your chest. Your fingers reached and grazed at teal curls, as if you could hold this moment in your hands, keep it safe.
"This is different for you," you said softly. "Borderline romantic."
"I've been known to be charming from time to time."
You gave a skeptical hum, answered only by the careful graze of lips against yours and an arm ensnaring your waist. Heat flooded through you, running from your cheeks to your stomach, curling lower as your heart skipped. One kiss gave way to another, and then another, a hunger long buried awakening as you brushed your tongue against Zandik’s, deepening the kiss and unwilling to part.
This was so much better than the exploratory fragments of dreams before you saw his eyes. Better than the languid brushes of fingers and mingled breaths, long discussions that made you dizzy and left an ache behind when you woke.
An ache that accompanied a growing eagerness you wished wasn’t accompanied by a pang of shame and mingled with so many other memories impossible to tell apart.
More, more, more. You craved more. You craved him. Agency was yours, all you had to do was—
Leveraging your heel behind Zandik’s calf, you closed the remaining distance, pressing yourself against his thigh. You shuddered at the pressure against the clothed apex of your thighs, your wet heat searing despite the layers between you; his pants were tight and it was impossible to ignore that he too was eager. For a moment Zandik tensed, one of his hands beneath you on your waist as the other splayed across your lower back.
“I have been exceedingly curious about how else we fit together,” he whispered before he kissed you again, sucking slightly on your lower lip. “I have not found accurate accounts that do not devolve into poetic nonsense.”
It was your turn to smirk when you shifted your hips and pressed yourself further against him, friction sending a jolt through your aching core. The hand on your back exerted pressure and you bucked at the sweet jolt that ran through you. His member twitched.
You would be lying if you said you, too, were not intrigued. The mechanics were well-known, understood. But the sensations that arose in his presence, at his touch, were unconventional and akin to nothing describable except a grounding bliss. To experience what laid beyond that, to reclaim it, sang like a siren’s song.
Lips captured yours again, the kiss full of fervor, before they traveled along your jaw and the column of your neck. You gasped and bucked as he found the sensitive spot beneath your ear and in the curve near your shoulder.
“But I am not so eager that I would overlook the notion that patience is well-rewarded. For both of us.”
You swallowed a moan and pushed it to the back of your throat as the hand on your waist ghosted over your stomach and the curve of your breast, stopping to trace a circle around your nipple. His hand hovered, cupping the soft flesh only once before continuing up to dip beneath the neckline of your sleepwear. Your skin tingled as Zandik grazed the other side of your neck and collarbone, the area sensitive, untouched by most. Instinctively, you arched your back as you rolled your hips against his thigh; you were rewarded with the beginnings of a familiar low heat curling, tightening, and a soft cry escaped your lips in recognition.
No, no, you couldn’t...not without…
Reaching between you, your hand searched and found his hardness, his pants tight. You angled your hand to touch him through the fabric, palm against his length, but your muscles twitched with hesitation. Zandik’s hand left your collarbone and covered yours as he guided your hand down his member and back up through his pants.
“I don’t want to...not if you don’t…” you gasped. “Not fair…”
“You and your sense of fairness, rooh 'albi,” Zandik teased. He smirked before he kissed you again. “Not everything is so direct. Try again. Consider this akin to sight-reading.”
You nodded and Zandik let go of your hand. Slowly your fingers danced along his waistband and traced the hard planes of his abdomen. Further up, his chest, just as solid. Neither were incredibly defined but instead were the kind of muscle that came from use, not vanity exercises. In the dreams, when either of you attempted this, you never truly touched one another; you were only left with the vague sensation of being touched, like an echo of a shout in a cavern.
The goal of sight-reading was to feel the notes, get a sense of the rhythm and how one movement flowed into the next. You tried to sense the slight muscle twitch when your touch delved too far to the side or the sharp intake of breath when you grazed Zandik’s tricep, tracing the lines of muscle and earning a soft groan. He fought back a shudder when you went lower, brushing what you could reach of his forearm.
He was quiet as you continued your exploration, save the occasional change in his breathing that told you to try to recreate both the sound and the sensation.
Your fingers found their way across the expanse of his shoulders and upper back, feather-light as they ran up the back of his neck and traced his hairline. He shifted, rolling his head slightly, almost like a cat. Curious, you ran your fingers through his hair and he inhaled stiffly before he gave a soft exhale through his nose, as if working to keep himself quiet. You tried again, fingers seeking and this time keeping a slightly firmer hold as you gently tugged.
Zandik’s lips parted in a breathy gasp as the hand on your back pressed you back against his thigh, your desirous ache returning full force. Your knee, the one tucked between his legs, was precariously pressed against his member, his hips rolling twice in search of friction.
The sun had long since slipped through the seam in the drapes in full-force, bathing the room in a muted sea of golden light. It was well past when either of you usually awoke. Your head snapped towards the bedroom rooms closing the space off from the rest of the suite. Just beyond, you could hear breakfast being arranged by the dedicated staff member who always brought the food straight from the kitchen.
“To be continued another time,” Zandik whispered against your lips.
You untangled yourselves slowly, against either of your wishes, the chill in the room doing nothing for your burning desire. As you attempted to smooth your hair and wrapped yourself in a dressing gown, you couldn’t help but wonder what might have occurred had your morning routine not continued on its usual schedule.
Would your mind have cooperated? Or would your body have reacted on instinct, vision glazing over as you recognized the ceiling, knew the number of tiny motifs carved into the plaster high above? Would you have struggled to breathe as you willed your mind to separate Zandik from Omega from…
Something warm touched you and you flinched, coming to your senses as you recognized Zandik, half-dressed in front of you. Amusement as your still-recovering form barely masked the concern creasing his brow.
“ ...are you truly that dazed, my dear?”
“What if we can never...?”
The words left your lips before you fully formed the thought, the fear gripping you as you gestured to your head. What if you could never give neither of you that experience, that closure, that bliss? If you took the false memories out of the equation, who was to say you would fare any differently?
You tried, once or twice, although never with fellow musicians; it was never successful, never satisfying. Never like the teasing licks of fire that you felt with Zandik.
He stepped closer and tilted his head. His hand fixed the strand of hair tickling your face before resting against your cheek. You hardly ever felt his touch without his gloves and this would be the last time, at least for today.
“Omega pursued what he wanted regardless of boundaries. I have my faults but even I’m not capable of such acts,” he said. “We don’t have to until you’re ready, if you ever are. There are plenty of alternatives and I am never without the means nor drive to find more.”
“Thank you,” you said , the words caught in your throat.
You closed your eyes as a beat passed. Zandik wavered for a moment and then leaned forward to press a parting kiss to your forehead.
“As I said before, patience is something I have in abundance. It is never conducive to be fatalistic.”
Warmth blossomed between the syllables and sat in your chest to replace his lingering touch before the morning chill could snatch it away again.
#dottore#il dottore#il dottore x reader#dottore x reader#dottore/female reader#il dottore/female reader#dottore x female reader#il dottore x female reader#genshin impact reader insert#soulmate au#mdni#minors dni#minors look away#this is the chapter that jumps the rating to cover my bases later on#Idk how to tag this tbh#Heavy petting?????#thigh riding?????#they want to but don’t???#There’s nothing in here that’s actually The Act but damn do they want to
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sae would’ve never admitted, but he liked the pics you were sending him while he was away.
with time, and with more and more nudes you’ve sent him—you got comfortable completely showing your tits or ass for him in pictures when he was away. Sometimes there were videos too. You were doing it to tease him and he knew this. But hell, didn’t he know it was also working.
he would stare at them so much, feel something twitch in his pants, but he never took care of that pain. It was building up in him and he almost every time, waited until he was back home so you would be the one to take care of him, like you always do. What would he do without you?
It wasn’t the same if you weren’t there stroking him and telling him how good he is, your praises were the only things he needed while he was letting himself lost in pleasure. he couldn’t imagine it no matter the amount of times he would whisper into the dark hotel room your name like a plead.
The moment you’d be greeting him home with a warm smile on your face, be assured he is smashing his lips into yours, full make out session on top of the kitchen island as he smears wet kisses on your neck and occasionally love bites. The ones he left last times were fading anyway. What do you mean let’s take it to the bedroom? There’s no time for that angel.
He wouldn’t last much time either. While he would whisper how he’s been missing you, you bet he’s bending you over, fucking you at a ruthless peace.
He’s completely blinded by bliss by the times he came, like what 3-4 times? He’d lost count anyway.
Don’t worry though, he’s never putting your needs aside. He’s taking good care of you, fucking you like this because he missed you<3 what a romantic~
all characters are 18+
#bllk smut#minors look away#drabble#i’m so normal about him i swear#itoshi sae x reader#itoshi sae smut#minors dni
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requested by anonymous
#Miles Teller#Bleed For This#Vinny Pazienza#pilvimarja edits#edit request#omg this is such a difficult scene to gif because it's full of butts and tiddies#and tumblr doesn't like neon in gifs#minors look away
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#one piece#the anime#post timeskip#saga: dressrosa#arc: dressrosa#donquixote doflamingo#minors look away#minors cover your eyes
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Breeding Sex w/ Vlad
The way he drove the tip of his dick into your cervix, meant one thing: he's in heat.
Instead of the usual sweet encouraging words, you're just given curt instructions followed by rough sloppy kisses.
The slow deep thrusts just scrambled your mind. Nothing but high pitched moans were able to leave your lips.
Every time he pulled back your breath would get caught in the back of your throat.
The scream would bubble up like the tides crashing on to the shore around you.
"Let it out." He said grunting in your ear. Picking up a new tempo as if the song that he was fucking you to in his head changed.
Your eyes were well past watering, it looked as tho you have spent the past 3 hours grieving the loss of a loved one. Yeah the feelings in my legs.
As your vision begins to blur, your lungs begin to burn from the lack of oxygen.
You begin to breathe with the pace of his hips clashing into yours with enough force to leave your pelvic area bruised for a few days.
Between the sobbing and gasping, blurry vision you were sure that you could see the pearly gates behind his head.
As if reading your mind, "No, no, no kitten I need you here with me. I need you to stay here with daddy, so he can keep giving you this good dick."
You would respond if he would at least slow down. But no, Daddy Big dick over here keeps up his same speed, making sure to end each thrust deeper than before.
"Okay pretty girl, let me see those big brown eyes. Look at daddy. I know you can." You hear his voice but it feels too good to open them, you're so close that you start to tighten up around him.
"You can't cum if you don't look me in the eyes." Forcing your eyes open as you cum. "I need you to look me in the eyes when I'm putting a baby in you."
Kissing you, you feel his hips buck sporadically against yours. And when he came, he made sure to not let a single drop fall out.
After that you would fall asleep with him still inside of you. Taking a well deserved nap before being woken up for another round.
Hey so that was the first thing that I've written this year. Let me know if there are any errors. ~ash
@missetherealexistence for you Queen. (I'm sorry I forgot to tag you. Love you 😍)
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Spanking (but like the ones where the Dom won't stop till the butt cheeks are extremely extremely red)
Hmmmm pinning this with Natasha. I feel like if you bratted out enough and got her that riled up, she'd pin you down and spank your pretty ass until it matches her hair. Or until you call the safe word. But if you don't, she'd keep on going; squeezing the back of your neck while you pant/beg/cry/moan? under her. Her hands would be sore after but it's worth it, right? Would she consider using...an aid? This time, no. You're already a wreck under her and your ass is very, very red. She doesn't want to go too far. You're her perfect kotenok, after all.
Moral of this punishment? Don't be a brat. Simple. As if that stops you.
#natasha romanov#natasha romanoff#reader insert#spiderbites#sugar mommies#black widow#sugar mommies!asks#natasha romanoff x reader#sugar mommies spicy hour#sugar mommies spicy hour🌶#sugar mommies asks!#sugar mommies season 2#minors look away#minors shoo#no minors#sugar mommies drabble
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RIDE MY FACE, I DON’T WANT NOTHING IN RETURN
content: aot’s top 5 biggest munches, modern au, bed humping, spit in mouth, nsfw link in eren’s, face sitting, squirting, toys (vibrator), creampies, cum eating, consensual photography
genre: nsfw (MDNI)
note: self indulgent oops (〃ω〃)
1. hange
hange gets off on giving you head and there’s no doubt about it. after a long and tiring day they still don’t want you to lift a finger. just give them one taste and that’s all they need to relax (but they’ll definitely ask for more).
hange has your ankles pushed up by your ears and they’re steadying you by holding their hands just below your knees. they’re the type to grind on the bed uncontrollably while eating you out, and they tend to lose control of how tight they’re gripping your thighs. what can we say, hange just doesn’t know their own strength?
2. eren
dirty, disgusting, filthy. spits on it, eats it like a man starved, then comes back up to spit it back in your mouth and give you the sloppiest kiss you’ve ever had. he has absolutely no shame. even when you whine into the pillow that this position is embarrassing, it’s not stopping him from bending you to your limits.
if you’ve ever seen that one twt video of a couple 69ing and the guy is gripping and spreading her ass while he’s absolutely going to town, you’re looking at eren. sometimes he can be polite though. his favorite way is to wake you up with “good morning” clit kisses and take you out to breakfast <3
3. connie
he’s never been above begging. like actually on his knees groveling. but once he’s in there, he’s in there and he’s not coming up for air at all. he doesn’t care about size, if he tells you to take a seat you better sit all the way down.
if he thinks eating you out in the back of his expensive car is a good enough apology he is absolutely correct. complete with kisses all the way from the ankle to right above where you really need him. he’s desperate but he can be mean like that.
4. mikasa
“squirting contest!! let’s see who can squirt the farthest >:)” it’ll always be you. no question. she’s not satisfied until you’re tapping the bedframe twice to let her know you can’t take anymore. that “can’t do it mika” is music to her ears.
she uses every available resource at every opportunity. she’s switching between her tongue and your favorite vibe every couple seconds and evil laughing when she watches your body jolt when you make a mess on her whole upper body.
5. reiner
i had to decide who was taking the last spot and reiner’s here for good reason. as soon as he gets done stuffing you like a fucking twinkie he’s on his knees cleaning up your mess. he loves how you can just barely take all of his cum at once, and he loves tasting you and him together.
he’s bending you over the kitchen counter and holding you back against his chest when he starts slowing down to make a mess all in your insides before he lets you rest a little bit. of course he has to take a picture for your private collection before you’re on all fours on the counter, cumming over and over until he’s tired <3
#minors look away#attack on titan#aot smut#aot headcanons#aot x reader#eren smut#eren x black reader#connie smut#hange smut#mikasa smut#reiner smut#reiner x black reader#snk smut#snk headcanons#snk x reader
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Late Night Tutoring (🔞)
WARNING!
Minors DNI, smut,nsfw, contains Throat fucking, overstimulation, student-teacher relations, college au, fingering,dirty talk, 18+, lowkey corruption,unprotected sex, lowkey choking,lowkey cockwarming
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It was night already and you havent done your homework yet, you needed help with it, so you texted your Professor Satoru for help, you texted him over to tutor you.
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F!Y/N: Hey professor, i need some help with my homework, can u come over? And help me with it?
Satoru: Sure why not? I can mark it while tutoring you and it’d be much more convenient. Wheres your address?
F!Y/N: XXXXXXXX.
Satoru: I’ll be there in a sec
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“.. Ring..Ring!”
Somebody ringed your doorbell. you open the door to see Gojo, he walks in and sits down, he motions you to sit down next to him.
“I didn’t lie when i said i’d be there in a second. Anyways what do you need help with? I’d be glad to help my favourite student!”
His last sentence was obviously satire but it still made you blush a little. You sit down next to him as he teaches you. you cant help but glance at his charming body and face from time to time. Even though he is fully clothed, you can still see a bit of his chiselled abs. You find yourself blushing at each glance but you manage to keep your posture.
“My eyes are up here, i know. i’m charming.”
You blush, you thought you were being sneaky but you werent.
“Since you look so obedient, a little spoiling for my Favourite student won’t hurt. You dont mind right~?”
You nodded, saying you dont mind so His hand wanders to your ass and slips his fingers inside, its starts off with 1 finger inside your wet clit, then later 2 fingers, you struggle focusing on the homework when your teacher is finger-fucking you. Luckily you don’t live in your parents house so you live alone.
As Gojo teaches. He smirks as he puts 3 fingers inside, making you whimper a bit.
“Whats wrong (y/n)? Having trouble focusing? If so, maybe i should stop.”
He teases
“N-no sir, Im fine. Mph..~❤︎︎”
He takes out his fingers and makes you taste your own juices while his focus is entirely on the homework.
“..Ziippp…”
you hear the sound of pants unzipping, he lowers his boxers a little just enough to let his cock spring free. He motions you to come and sit on his lap, you glance at his cock, it was so pretty.. his tip was pink and pretty, his cock was curved as if it was made to hit all spots. You sat on it with no hesitation, gojo lets out a soft grunt
“Mm.. anyways, would you be a dear and try to solve the questions?”
“ah.. yes sir..”
you try to answer the multiple choice question, Gojo looks at your answer and starts thrusting, he takes out his red pen and crosses it, making you do the correction.
“Wrong answer.”
He suddenly thrusts into you, going at a fast pace.
“Ah-ah! Mmhp! Im sorry sensei- ah”
Your hand keeps shaking as you use your blue pen to write your answer again, you drop your pen because of Gojo’s fast pace, you place your hands on your hips to balance yourself as you pathetically moan, he slows down to let you pick up your pen.
You write down the correct answer and he ticks your answer.
“This must be your first time Isn’t it? Judging by your tight ass, i’d be honoured to take your virginity.”
You nod your head, saying this is your first time, gojo thrusts in faster, the room is filled with skin slapping skin, he finds amusement looking at your slutty fucked out lewd expressions. He pulls your hair to take a good look at your face, giving praising yet degrading comments. When he feels himself close, he pulls out and immediately pulls your head making his cock inside your mouth without warning making you gag, he laughs out of amusement looking at your gagging face, he pulls your hair and makes you suck him off until he fills your throat with hot semen.
“Lets continue.”
*he makes you sit on his cock again, but this time, cockwarming*
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The next morning, after your “Special Tutoring”
you go to school to find out your grades “suddenly” went up.
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I’ll leave what happened during the cockwarming scene to your imagination 🫣
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Last updated
25th February,2023
#jjk smut#smut#jjk gojo#gojo satoru#gojo smut#fem reader#minors look away#no minors allowed#minors dni#no minors please#not safe for minors#minors shoo#minors stay away#not suitable for minors#student teacher
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#one piece#the anime#post timeskip#saga: dressrosa#arc: dressrosa#franky#franklin thee hoesevelt#senior pink#minors look away#donquixote family#dumb bitch disease
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"Pet", fiction in 4 parts - Part 1
I... don't know what happened this week, except that I sat down and this... thing... demanded to be done so I did it.
Also hi, it's been a while since my last post so consider this an apology. I'm back to working full-time again and it's taken a while to adjust to the new routine.
If you are under 18, buzz off or dni/censor yourself. This is grown-up stuff.
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Taun looked down at the female he'd just welcomed onto his ship. On the information download she'd seemed smaller, defenseless, not quite the type of female he preferred, but now that she stood before him there was more substance to her and a curious, intelligent shine to her eyes. She wasn't bad to look either, her skin lustrous and gold-brown and eyes to match, with hints of gold and copper. She had curly hair as well, long and thick like a Nuani and deep black in color. I want to touch it. “Hello, pet.”
A little shy, but openly enough she replied, “Hey. Um, should I call you 'master' or–“
“You can call me whatever you want, but my mother named me Taun.”
“Kira.” She paused. “Since your name is Taun, I'll call you that.” Her frankness sent an odd quiver down his spine. That's... interesting.
“That's fine. So, I imagine you understand the situation?”
Kira nodded, dark curls bobbing. “Yeah, I get it.”
“You're not afraid?”
One of Kira's brows cocked. “If you were afraid of someone, would you show it?”
Taun chuckled. “You're a bold little thing, aren't you? Well, that's fine. I wouldn't want a frightened little milksop hiding behind my legs all the time.”
“I feel the same way about kids. Is that why you picked me instead of a Leagan woman, you don't want me to pop out a bunch of babies?”
Taun shook his head. “That's true, but it's not the only reason. You struck me as being entertaining – so far, I'm correct.” He cleared his throat and reached up to run a hand through his blue-dyed crest. He saw her eyes follow his hand and gave his crest a ruffle. “So, um, am I anything like you thought?”
“You're taller than I expected,” she told him bluntly. “But you're fit, so that's nice. And I like the blue, it goes with your eyes.” For a moment Taun was dumbstruck. Lots of women had complimented him on his pelt, the attractive shade of cloud-grey and its darker striped pattern on his back and shoulders being particularly liked. Most Leagan males were either tan, black or grey, and the striping wasn't exactly universal but not common either. Taun was used to the attention he got from Leagan women, but this new species was definitely triggering something. “So,” she said, interrupting his thoughts, “you asked for a pet?”
“Ah, yes...” There was only one reason to have a sentient pet, but Taun wasn't about to just push her down and have his way – it wouldn't be right, and he wanted his new companion to want to be in his company, or at least have reason to tolerate it. “Do you, um, did you bring anything with you?”
Kira shook her head. “Just this,” she indicated a small bag at her side. “It's not much, just some clothes and combs and things.”
“Hmm, right. Well, my cabin's this way.” Taun gestured to the narrow passageway leading out of the cargo hold and towards the living space he'd carved over the years by removing walls and re-figuring the life-support to make room for his greenhouse and hydroponics works. He was proud of the space, and wondered if his new companion/pet/playmate would be impressed. Leading Kira towards it Taun breathed in the cool, humid air as they passed the first of the misting units, pausing when he heard her draw a surprised breath. He turned back to her, briefly fixated on the wide darkness of her eyes as she paused next to the racks of clustered leaves and twining vines. “Do you like plants?”
“Oh, yeah... This is... Wow. What do you do with all these, eat them?”
“Some, others I sell, and a few I keep. Please don't touch anything yet, some are toxic and I have to use gloves.” Kira nodded and said nothing else. They continued to the main area, this unit populated with hardier greens that weren't dangerous to touch. “Everything in here is safe,” he told her, “I'll show you the ones you can eat later.” He showed her the next room, a standard-size bunk he'd expanded across the narrow closet-like room until it was essentially a cubbyhole with storage above and below. “I sleep in here.” The expectation was that she'd sleep with him, and the prospect of it raised his crest at the back of his neck. “Hope you don't mind smaller spaces.”
Kira leaned in, her hair falling over her shoulders as she peered into the shadowy closet. “It's bigger than my bunk back on the colony, it's nice. Cozy.” She straightened and Taun noticed again how she came up to his nose and not much farther. Her expression wasn't quite a smile, but her wide dark eyes certainly did when she raised them to his. “Nice place, I could do a lot worse.”
Taun felt giddy. “Um, so... Shower's through there,” he pointed at a small grey room fitted with water spigots and tubing. “The main facilities too, use whatever you want.” To his complete surprise, Kira reached out and touched the lapel of his jacket, smoothing it where it had flipped up. A smooth, clean smell rose up from her hand to his nose and Taun's nostrils flared as he breathed it in. Do humans have pheromones? “Have... Have you eaten yet?”
“I could eat,” Kira slipped her small bag from her shoulder and laid it on the bedding platform. “Can I help? I can cook a little.”
Taun shook his head. “You don't have to do that. It's your first night here, you should relax, get to know the place. Maybe unpack?” He did not miss the part where she ran her eyes up and down his tall, lean frame. You're fit, so that's nice. Taun began to sweat. Their arrangement, common enough among Leagans but apparently still abnormal to most humans, came with the understanding that the 'pet' would be open to being intimate with her male counterpart, and the thought of later tonight testing their compatibility squeezed warm fingers around the base of his cock.
“I could go for a shower,” she said. It was a question, but not phrased as one. She was letting him know she could keep herself busy, stay out of the way while he worked.
“Of course.” She's so direct. I like it. “I'll get started in here. If you don't mind, I'd like you to be moderate on the water–“
“If I can spend more than five minutes in the shower, I'm happy.” Coming from a colony she was likely used to conserving water, but Taun knew he had a thousand liters on board and another five hundred circulating in the hydroponic system.
“Ten – fifteen max.”
“Fifteen?” Kira's gold-flecked dark eyes glittered. “Wow... I hope this 'pet' thing works out, I'll be living like a queen.” Cheekily she smoothed his collar again, brushing the fuzz over his collar-bone with a fingertip before turning and stepping away. Taun waited for her to retrieve her bag and vanish behind the door to the shower-room before gasping for air. Gods, what did I get myself into?! When he'd made his desire for a pet known, he never expected a human to respond to his request – everything he'd heard about humans painted them all as a prudish, somewhat backwards species reluctant to embrace the multi-ethnic universe beyond their home system. Taun decided to pull out all the stops tonight.
First, dinner and getting to know each other. He tried not to think about what might happen if all of that went well, if she agreed to take their meeting to the next level and stay over. I'm nervous, when was the last time I was nervous? Kira looked healthy, had certainly smelled good, so it must not have been a terribly hard life. Still, it would be his responsibility to make sure she was properly cared for – it was his ship, after all, and Taun shouldered responsibility for anyone who came aboard. He listened for the sound of the shower pump, and when it engaged he went off to the greenhouse in search of fruits, vegetables and greens.
Part 2
#writeblr#creative writing#writers on tumblr#scifi romance#authors#fiction#romance#author#alien x human#alien romance#monster fucking#dom/sub#pleasure dom#dreck#no idea where this came from#but i went with it#human pet#minors look away#consent#sex positivity#i'm not used to this#please be nice
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I just want demon Fyodor to softly brush his nails in my arm, while telling me how good I'm doing taking his massive cock..........
HIS CLAWS, THE SIZE KINK. Anon you’re so smart.
Fyodor’s favourite position for this is undoubtedly mating press! You look so small and vulnerable underneath him, hands desperately grabbing at him as you struggle to take his fat cock. Nothing compares to the look of pure bliss and lust in your eyes when he finally bottoms out inside you. He thinks you look so cute like that, barely able to talk and full of him.
Ah and his hands and claws are everywhere, gently caressing your face, arms, thighs, and finally the bulge in your tummy.
His voice is so soft as he coos out praises too, low murmurs of “you feel so good around me angel” and “you’re taking me so well, it’s like you were made for me”. Though sometimes he pairs them with more degrading comments, calling you his cute little slut <3
#✧ library shelves ✧#I want him so bad#I am so small and he is so big.....#anyway#bsd#bsd x reader#bsd fyodor#fyodor x reader#minors look away#bsd smut
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Drink Your Water, Baby Girl Part 1
Imagine...18+ Only.
“Drink the water otherwise I’ll put you over my knee and smack your ass until you do.”
Word Count: 364 - it’s a wee baby! <3
Warnings: Baby finding the urge to be a brat? This is coming from a sweet angel who doesn’t know anything about being a brat.
Imagine:
You wake up at the apartment and goes to the kitchen to make your go to hot beverage; and as you’re pouring it into your favourite mug, you feel a set of arms wrap around your waist.
“Why isn’t that water, little one?” Natasha whispers into your ear, making you falter.
“You know I can’t function until I��ve drank this, Nat.” You reply, “you’re lucky I’m speaking in coherent sentences right now.”
With a peck on the cheek, Natasha allows you to finish making you a drink.
“Such a big word for so early in the morning, baby girl.”
The second your coffee mug leaves your lips, Natasha has a cup filled with water under your nose, that makes you nearly go cross eyed looking at.
“Drink this too, please.”
The water replaces the hot mug in your hands.
“Why?” You ask, glancing down at the boring liquid.
“Because I know that dumb brain of yours will forget during the day. So drink it now.”
“Okay, firstly: rude. Secondly: mean...”
Natasha’s eyes glare down at you.
You tentatively take a sip, preening at the praise you get straight away.
“There we go, detka. Such a good girl for me.”
Why was it so easy for you to blush?
“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” she asks, reaching around you to pluck your mug from the side. She takes an obnoxiously big sip from it, smirking at your face as you watch her.
“Come on baby girl; drink the water otherwise I’ll put you over my knee and smack your ass until you do.”
Something in your brain tells you to say no. To give Natasha the water and run away with your actual drink but you know you wouldn’t survive.
Was that the brat instinct Wanda had told you so frequently about?
When the water has fully gone; and Natasha has wiped the dribbles from your chin with her finger, does she hand you back your original beverage and kiss your cheek.
“Good girl,” she says. “I knew that dumb brain could follow simple rules.”
❤️💋❤️💋
Tag List?
Sorry it’s short I’ve had this in my drafts for a week and I’ve been debating posting it cos it’s so smol. *shrugs* ah well.
Do I start a Tag List for Imagines...now?
I can’t keep up with myself! Also this is for the anons who wanted more Natty stuff! Carol is coming, I just need more sentence prompts!
(This gif of Nat smirking just sends me)
Ciao! ✌🏼
Xoxo
#18+ post#minors look away#minors begone#natasha romanoff#reader insert#natasha x reader#sugar mommies#sugar mommies: world building#sugar mommies suggestions#sugar mommies!asks#sugar mommies drabble
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