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hyuckiefluff · 8 months

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may i request a jaemin x femreader where he’s just fucking her dumb and she’s trying to say that her family is downstairs or in the living room? if you’re comfortable with it ofc !!

a/n: first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH for requesting! i would’ve probably disappeared for another two months if it weren’t for this lol! i didn’t know if you wanted something short and sweet or for me to go all out but hopefully you like this! i had fun writing it and it made me revisit my jaemin brain rot so yeaa

for a bit of context, i decided to write this as if jaem and fem!reader are already in a relationship and jaem is the picture of charm and good manners and he could never do anything wrong in his in-laws' eyes but he’s secretly a freak lol (also didn’t wanna make it too long so things move a bit fast)

wc: 1.7k ish

content: just pure smut tbh

warnings: cursing, oral sex and fingering (fem receiving), creampie, loud sex, marking, usage of pet names like princess and pretty girl, boob grabbing

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When Jaemin walked into your place your parents welcomed him grinning like they hit the jackpot with their son in law. Your mom invited him to stay for dinner, and your dad gave him a solid friendly pat on the back. But his mind was upstairs, where you remained clueless about his arrival, thinking he was off to visit some relatives.

When he walks into your room, you’re lying on your stomach with your headphones on and wearing nothing but your panties and one of his oversized shirts. The whole scene feels like the start of one of his wet dreams, and he's seriously struggling not to pounce on you. Instead, he sneaks up from behind and gently slips the headphones off. You're not the jumpy type, so you casually turn your head, half-expecting it was your mom barging in. But when you see Jaemin smiling at you, your whole demeanor changes. You don't waste a second, practically wrapping yourself around your boyfriend. He lets out a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrates through you.

“Missed me, princess?” you responded by kissing his lips, you only meant to give him a soft peck, but he couldn’t contain himself any longer so in no time he had you flush against the mattress and his warm body.

His hands immediately found their way inside your shirt, a delicious moan coming out of him when he felt you weren’t wearing a bra. He would go crazy if he didn’t have you right now, but he also wanted to make you feel good. He pulled away from you slowly, biting your lower lip in the process. Then he started crawling down your body, not missing the way you tensed up as he positioned his face right in front of your sensitive area.

You knew where this was going but you had to remind yourself that you two weren’t alone.

“Jaem… my parents are-…” your words were interrupted as his mouth attached to your core over your panties. The smell and taste of you was driving him feral and he couldn’t bother to even remove the thin piece of clothing. All you could do was gasp and pull his hair.

“Be good for your boyfriend that missed you so much…” he coaxed, his nose nuzzling against you. Your thighs instinctively closed around his head “Don’t hold back, let me hear how pretty you sound” his warm breath sent shivers racing across your skin. He continued sucking and kitten-licking your pussy, the insistent way in which his tongue was pushing against your entrance in a teasing manner threatening to push you over the edge. He groaned when he felt you weakly push his head away.

In one fluid motion, he discarded your panties, a low whistle escaping him as he saw how they clung to your slickness. His dick twitched uncomfortably in his sweatpants. "Fucking mine," he growled softly before diving between your folds. His tongue and lips latched on your clit like a magnet, producing a chorus of wet sounds that were nothing short of vulgar.

Despite your efforts to restrain yourself and keep quiet, as soon as he added a finger you were reduced to a whimpering mess. You brought a hand to your mouth, teeth sinking in to stifle the noises, but Jaemin didn’t like that. He pulled away and the sight of his glistening lips coated with your essence caused you to involuntarily tighten around nothing.

"I said..." His voice dipped several tones and his pupils dilated, darkening his eyes in an almost eerie manner "Let me hear you," he demanded.

"Please… Jaem, my parents are downstairs," you gasped, breathless. He looked unamused by your pleas but still seemed to be contemplating something.

Then suddenly, he withdrew from you entirely. You thought he would listen to you, so it took you by surprise when instead he discarded his sweatpants and boxers. His erection sprung free in a somewhat comical way. The tip was flushed with urgency, the veins and girth caused you to whimper. Your mouth watered with the desire to take him into your mouth, but Jaemin had different intentions.

"Then let's give 'em a show, princess," he grinned, planting a kiss on your inner thigh before pulling your legs up and positioning himself between them.

He entered you slowly and you couldn't help but whimper at the stretch. His lips curled up at the sounds you were making, knowing it took this little to make you lose all restraint was amusing him more than he cared to admit. He bottomed out right away, giving you no time to adjust. Though he was trying to keep it together, he couldn’t help but let out a string of guttural moans whenever you clenched around his dick. Desperation drove his hips to meet yours with sharp, urgent movements.

"So good for me," he murmured, gaze fixed on the way your pussy took him so well. Biting his lip, he looked up at your face contorted with pleasure. Your flushed appearance, eyes nearly shut, and lips subject to the mercy of your teeth. This is how you looked prettiest to him.

He hiked up your shirt, granting himself an unobstructed view of your boobs. He reached his hand to your right breast and caressed the soft skin there, his fingers toying with your hardened nipple. He relished your reactions to his every touch, loving the way you tried so hard not to be loud.

“Jaem-…fuck-… me," you moaned, his name coming out as a blur amidst a string of curses and cries.

"I am, baby," he quipped, though the strain in his voice betrayed the struggle to keep his composure. The way your walls clenched around him was driving him wild. The grip of his other hand tightened on your hips, urgency escalating as he thrust into you with an almost feral rhythm.

The sound of your skins slapping was obscene and it resonated throughout your room. If your parents walked by your door they would definitely hear and know what you two were up to. You wondered what would happen if they did, would they stop allowing Jaemin to come into your room. Would their trust for him vanish? Those questions made you anxious but the boy didn’t seem to care. And you were soon to follow him, because the way he was fucking you right now was too good.

He lifted your leg higher, adjusting his hips to hit that sweet spot he knew you liked. Your eyes involuntarily rolled back as he plunged deeper into you like this. He was so familiar with your body, knowing exactly where to touch to unravel you. A smirk played on his lips as he tenderly caressed your hips, a stark contrast to the rough way he was thrusting into you.

"You drive me so fucking crazy," he groaned, his rhythm faltering slightly as he leaned in for a messy kiss. Your mouths met in a fervent dance, his tongue swirling around yours, teeth grazing against each other's lips. He devoured every sound that escaped your lips.

Just as you were catching your breath, he abruptly increased his pace, catching you off guard and causing a loud moan to erupt from you, the sudden change overwhelming your senses.

“There we go, that’s my pretty girl” he murmured against your jaw, leaving a wet trail from there to your neck where he started sucking and marking you. Only in places that he knew you would be able to cover. After all, he knew you had to keep up the innocent facade with your parents.

Oh, if only they knew you let your boyfriend fuck you every day under their roof.

“Jaemin! Fuck!” He sneaked a hand down to where your bodies were connected and focused on your neglected clit. His fingers and the insistent thrusts of his hips obliterated any caution you had, leaving you too overstimulated to care about your parents overhearing.

But then a call from downstairs brought reality crashing back in “Dinner’s ready, kids! Come down!”

Jaemin's movements halted mid thrust, his eyes flashing with a mixture of surprise and panic, mirroring the same emotions that played across your face. You gave his arm a quick slap, the unspoken message in your eyes was clear: pull out, now. Yet, your body had other plans, clenching involuntarily around him as if begging for more, and he shut his eyes tight. You felt way too good to stop now.

“We’ll be right down!” He yelled, and instead of pulling out he picked you up, and switched positions. He knew riding him would make you come fast.

From his seated position, he looked up at you through his long lashes, a silent plea in his gaze. It didn't take much for your resolve to crumble. Your hands settled on his shoulders, grasping onto the firm sinews of his muscles as he wrapped his arms around you. As soon as you started moving, you saw him slowly lose his composure. This angle made each thrust reach deeper within you, “How the fuck do you… feel so good, hm-.... every time,” your eyes fluttered open and you caught a glimpse of the tension etching his brow and the way his teeth clamped onto his lower lip. He was getting closer to his limit, just as much as you were.

“You’re gonna be the end of me,” you breathe out, fingers tracing along his cheek. All he can manage is a throaty moan, too lost in the sensation of being this deep inside you to form coherent words.

“I’m-…I’m close”” he whimpered, half lidded eyes locking onto yours. Your rhythm starts to stumble a bit, your pace getting uneven as you get close to your orgasm too. He caught onto this quickly grabbing your hips to guide your moves, and every time your hips met, the sounds resonated through the whole room.

A couple more thrusts, and you're there– caught in the riptide of an orgasm that slams into you so hard that tears gather at the corners of your eyes. Jaemin's not far behind, a few more sloppy thrusts and he's right there with you. The feeling of his cum filling you and your walls clenching around as he emptied himself inside you, it was a sticky mess, but he fucking loved it.

“C’mon, let’s not make your mom wait.” He said after catching his breath, giving your hips a slight pat.

“Jaemin… I swear if they heard…”

“Yeah, yeah… You know they love me too much to think I would ever soil their pretty daughter like that.” He winked and kissed you one more time.

ps: feel free to request more!

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eleganzadellarosa · 3 months

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pairing: newlywed!mingyu x newlywed!fem reader

genre: SMut 😏 and fluff

warnings: MDNI (kinda drunk sex? definitely pussy drunk Gyu, dacryphilia, overstimulation, pleasuredom! gyu, size kink (it’s obvious), daddy kink, breeding kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), slight exhibitionism? slight dumbification, pet names (baby, angel, princess, pretty))

word count: 1.8K+

A/N: just a lil something because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. As always, enjoy and thanks for reading :)

For better, for worse

In sickness and in health

Till death do us part

The words flowed so naturally between the both of you, waiting for this day to come after being engaged for a year. It’s not like you weren’t used to kissing him, but this kiss was special. A kiss that only happened once if things went well. A kiss to be cherished for the rest of your lives.

Everything had gone according to plan, the day was absolutely perfect. Mingyu was your soulmate, you clicked the first time you met and the rest was history. He knew you like the back of his hand and vice versa. You never thought you’d find someone like him, but now he was yours till death did you part.

There was something so seductive and attractive about knowing you were his and him, yours. A promise of loyalty and love. He sat across from you sipping on his third bottle of soju, looking absolutely ravishing. He ditched the suit jacket and tie that he had worn just a few hours earlier and the first few buttons of his white collared shirt were undone.

Maybe it was the vibes of today or the amount of shots you downed, but the way he looked had you feeling feral. It came from deep within, like the only thing that would help is if he fucked you so hard you would feel it in your throat.

“Whatcha staring at angel?”

His words snapped you out of it, his voice not helping your problem. His chest peaked through the open fabric, so tan…you wanted to run your tongue over it. He leaned forward, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Baby, come talk to me.” He patted his left thigh, beckoning you over. Was he really going to have you sit on his lap out in public?

You shakily stood from your seat, thighs rubbing together to hopefully do anything to stop this agonizing throb. He looked up at you but just barely due to his tall stature. You sat down, his arm wrapping around your waist and his hand softly patting your butt.

“What’s going on pretty? What’s on your mind hmm?” He planted a kiss on your lips, patiently waiting for you to answer.

You could easily just tell him the issue and he would immediately take you home to fix it. Yet, the feeling was so overwhelming that even him doing nothing, his cologne filling your nose, had you dripping wet.

He ran his other hand under your dress and up your thigh, making you pant. “Just as I thought. Need Daddy to get you out of here?”

You nodded as you played with the collar of his shirt, a blush creeping on your cheeks. He quickly called the waiter for the bill as you returned to your seat. You gathered up your things as Mingyu paid and followed him to the car. He opened the door for you like the gentleman he is and even leaned in to buckle your seatbelt.

He got in on the other side, smirking when he saw your hands pressed together between your thighs. God why was this so hard? You were on the way to the hotel Mingyu rented out for the two of you; all you had to do was wait.

He saw how desperate you looked as you tried your very best to contain the pulse running through your pussy. Mingyu thinks you’re so cute when you get this horny and he loved being the one to fix it for you. There was a red light and a few cars in front when the idea popped in his mind.

“Lay your seat back and spread your legs for me angel.”

You looked over at him confused, only because your mind didn’t fully register what he said. Your body started to move when his hand worked your dress up your legs. You’d already changed out of your wedding dress for the reception and opted for something shorter and more form fitting.

You followed his orders and laid the seat back slightly and spread your legs wide, or as much as the car would allow. He licked his lips and moved your panties to the side. You could’ve made him crash with the way your pussy glistened under the passing street lights. You were absolutely soaked.

No need to wet his fingers before hand, being able to plunge two thick fingers inside you with the utmost ease. Your jaw fell slack, a moan escaping your lips.

“Fuck baby you almost made Daddy crash, you’re so wet.”

You looked over at him with heavy lids. He tried so hard to keep his eyes on the road, but you had a tight grip on his arm as you bucked your hips up to ride his hand. You were moaning and whimpering with how good it felt at this angle and with the width of his fingers. He pumped them faster, feeling your walls contract and your pussy leak more slick.

“Be a good girl for Daddy and cum on his fingers.”

He used his thumb to rub circles on your clit and that’s what does it. Your whole body tensed up and you let out breathy moans as you came down from your high. You hadn’t noticed you were parked in the hotel lot until you see Mingyu turned in his seat watching you.

“Gyu, I…I need more.” You clawed at his arm desperately and his brows furrowed.

“Trust me, with how hard you have me right now, I wouldn’t want anything else.”

He sucked your juices off his digits and quickly got out the car to rush and open your door. He helped you fix your dress and kissed your forehead as he lead you to the check-in desk. The hotel looked fancy from the outside so you could only imagine what the rooms looked like.

Not even two seconds after you walked in did he have you in his arms bridal style, taking you to the bedroom. Guess a room tour would have to wait. He laid you down on the edge of the bed gently and sunk down on his knees. He tugged on the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs. He pressed your legs apart, big strong arms holding you in place.

“Look at this pretty pussy all for me…” he was in complete awe of how tasty you looked. If there was one thing he loved doing, it was eating you out. You tasted better than anything he’s ever had, Mingyu thinks.

He licked a fat, long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your legs tried to move down but he was not letting up on his grip. He was eating you out so messily, spitting and licking everything back up; fingers playing with your leaking hole. He slurped on your clit then moved down to fuck his tongue into you, his nose brushing against your bundle of nerves.

Your chest heaved as you cried out his name, hands tangling in his dark locks. Your ears picked up on how he moaned too, you know he was having the time of his life. You felt that familiar tightness in your stomach, signaling your orgasm was coming soon. You were tugging on his hair now, ripping deep groans from him.

“G-gyu gonna cum!” Your head felt fuzzy. You were almost sure you were going to faint from the pleasure.

As impossible as it sounded, he felt himself get harder. “Go ahead pretty, cum all over my tongue.”

A few more curls of his fingers and sucks on your clit, you came violently on his face. He stopped after you settled down and stood up, chin glistening. It was him now who felt like he couldn’t wait any longer. He removed his clothes and yours after. He pushed you up further on the bed and rested his hips in between your legs. His dick felt warm and heavy against you and you were already just as turned on as you were a few minutes ago.

“You’re so beautiful baby, I love you so much.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he rolled his hips into you. He looked down as he slowly inserted his dick in you, moaning at the feeling of your walls so tight around him. “Fuck, I don’t know if I can go slow, you feel too good.”

“Don’t go slow, fuck me dumb Gyu.”

That’s all he needed to hear. He set a vicious pace from the start, stretching you out deliciously. No matter how many times you had sex with him, he seemed to never fail to open you up. You grabbed onto his biceps for stability, not able to reach anything else with how wide his body is.

If he’d known how intoxicated you would have him, he wouldn’t have drank so much soju. You were his everything, his world, his partner for life. You looked so gorgeous underneath him, writhing in pleasure from his deep and fast thrusts. He hoped this feeling never faded and you loved him as much as you do now for always and forever.

You sounded so pretty whimpering and stuttering out his name. Your knees were back at your chest as he pinned you under his large frame, making you feel so small in comparison. This new angle had him hitting new depths. He maintained eye contact as he moaned and sped up this thrusts. You weren’t sure how much longer you would last. Your mind was slowly going blank the more he pressed down into you.

“S-so good Gyu, feels so good. W-wanna cum for D-daddy. Can I please cum?”

He noticed but the feeling hadn’t settled in your mind yet; tears were rolling down your cheeks. He never admitted it but this expression made you look ethereal. Mingyu loved seeing you cry from being fucked dumb on his dick. How did he get so lucky?

“My pretty princess…of course, fuuuck- today is your special day, you can cum as much as you want. I’ll give it to you all night.”

“Fill me up Gyu, wanna feel it in my tummy.”

His head was spinning; you were his kryptonite. His thrusts became sloppy, preparing for his release. “Want Daddy to fill you with his seed? Make your belly big with his baby?”

You looked at him with teary eyes, nodding frantically. How could he not cum seeing that? He shoved his fat dick deep in you, cumming in spurts as he felt you reach your climax with him. Your body was spasming against his, milking him for every drop. He pulled out slowly to watch his cum drip out. He scooped it up with his fingers and fucked it back into you, your pussy clenching from the sensitivity.

He got out of the bed to fetch a warm cloth to clean off the both of you before pulling you close to him under the blanket. You were already dozing off by the time he got settled but you know he’d be following close behind.

“Gyu?” You continued when he looked down at you with a hum. “Thank you for making today the best day ever.”

He sighed contently and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Anything for my amazing wife.”

#mingyu #mingyu x reader #seventeen #seventeen imagines #mingyu smut #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu

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bunny-extract · 1 year

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need that feral jealous konig so bad 😩

me too! Read this as an exploration of his severely malformed attachment issues…or as him being a horny freak both are valid.

So. König has a huge cuckhold fantasy where he's fucking you in front of your partner. Imagines that partner as Ghost because of course they do not get along, and of course you two do. Drives him absolutely mad, and he is not above taking that jealousy out on you.

His roughness would be sudden and unannounced, but not unwelcome. He'd take his time at your mouth, holds you firm by the hair because he knows how much you like when he gets mean. Works you up with his tongue licking against yours, his fingers pawing heavy at your chest while he thinks about Ghost watching. Could nearly feel the heat of his glare just then. Pissed, and as he should be.

Nobody should treat you so carelessly. Only König. Only to prove a point.

He'd undress you hastily. Hike your shirt up and pull your pants barely down your thighs before he's on you. Would use them to trap your legs together and bend you in half, your ass in the air.

The manhandling gets you hot, whining and reactive beneath him. You'd eat up the attention, and it's enough to make his cock twitch. If he really were taking you in front of your precious fucking lieutenant, König can imagine you'd be even wetter. Would surely ask to hang your pretty little head over the edge of the bed to get fucked. Christ, not that he'd let you. He's going to have Ghost watch, nothing else. König would sooner spill blood than share you like that.

Knees to your chest, he would make you spread yourself for him while he lines himself up. It's humiliating, makes König feel like he's fucking ravaging you when he finally sinks the tip in.

He almost rethinks not prepping you, but you beg him to keep going and he can't. Can't fucking listen to you when you say please. Smothers your mouth with his hand and sinks lower with the new angle.

It'd be slow, but he'd make a good show of pushing his cock into you, inch by inch by fucking inch. You'd feel it good the next morning, and maybe someone will notice the way you limp. How you wince over every bump in the road, when you bend low enough to feel the ache inside of you.

While he's fucking into you his muttering are desperate, promises of "I can make you feel this way whenever you want, you just have to ask." Imagines Ghost would have his throat for that, but his balls are fucking heavy and he's enjoying the way they pat against your ass. Uses the bounce of your body to fuck you silly on his cock.

“Feels so much better when I do it, hm? Like it better this way, don't you?" And you'd go along with it, eyes screwed tight in search of your orgasm. He'd fuck it out of you, hold you down with a hand over your neck, his thumb resting where your pulse is strongest.

He'd draw it out as long as he could, but his orgasm would hit him sudden and unstoppable. You'd still be riding aftershocks, spasming against him when he comes. Spills inside of you, and it's the best orgasm König thinks he's ever had. Watches your eyes go big and wide before they flutter, roll sinfully back behind your lashes.

"Heilige scheiße." And there's ropes of it dripping from his cock, tethering him to you. Drenching the dark hair along his inner thighs, slipping down your ass... Quite a mess, he thinks with a watering mouth.

Ghost would clean it up for you. For the both of you. In his fantasy, at least.

#könig x reader #König smut #ghost x reader #kinda #mw2 smut #könig headcanons #könig mw2 #cod smut #bunnywriting #damn yall the brain rot is intense #i havent written this much in a good year #honestly think könig just wants to fuck ghost but we haven’t gotten there yet B^)#sewn

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gildedkrone · 8 months

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Could you maybe write a Jealous!GhostxMaleReader...maybe Ghost gets jealous of Reader and Graves?? Dunno just want to see a jealous Ghost....I like how you write Ghost...it doesn't have to be Graves, it could be a member of Shadow Conpany...

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Don't listen, I'm near 🔞

My first request, so I thought I would put a bit more effort into this fic than usual. It ended being written from Graves' POV? So I'm not sure if it's exactly what you wanted but I hope this is somewhere along the lines of the request :3

Relationships: Ghost x bottom!Male Reader Synopsis: A jealous Ghost fucks you into oblivion and Graves hears every single bit of it. Contains gratituous smut. A/N: NA Master List

“Hey there, sweetheart, need a hand?”

Phillip Graves, that was his name, right? Commander of the Shadow soldiers currently milling about the base as part of a joint operation between the 141 and Shadow Company. You follow his eyes to the crates of beer in the storeroom.

“Oh, Graves, right? Yea sure!” You heave two crates of beer off the floor and Graves trails his eyes over your way your shirt exposes your chest and abdomen with each exertion of your body.

He is not salivating. He is just admiring another soldier preparing a feast as part of the collaboration, a dinner and night of celebrations. Nothing untoward and nothing scandalous. Your request for him to grab the drinks jolts him out of his naughty daydream and he nods with as much grace the Shadow is known for. That is, not much.

The men are gathered in the rec room when both you and Graves return with alcohol. Soap and Gaz help themselves to a bottle each before you can put the crates down. Graves imitates your actions and places his crates down.

Ghost is sitting in an armchair all by himself, while Grave’s soldiers are fanned out around the room. Some eating, some drinking, mostly engaged in conversation or tabletop games. You crack open a bottle and he has to resist grabbing choking that sinuous neck and the bobbing of your throat. Ghost is nowhere at his chair and once he reestablishes visual contact, Ghost is standing by your side.

“You want a bottle, Ghost?”

The masked freak shakes his head and the smile on your face makes him green with jealousy. He wishes it was him on the other side of the smile.

“Of course, the LT himself doesn’t drink beer.” You dug around your pockets and reveal a metal flask. “Bourbon, straight from Kentucky.”

Ghost rumbles something affectionate and takes the flask. The mask is raised up to his nose bridge and Graves catches a sight of the pink lips and perfect teeth.

“Thanks, corporal. Appreciate your efforts.”

“Anytime, LT. Anything for you.” The skeleton hand on your shoulder lingers for too long for Graves’ liking.

The man looks up from you to meet Grave’s gaze. Inside, he spots something feral and territorial curling in the lieutenant’s eyes.

Stay. Away.

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The rest of the night goes smoothly. Graves gets to spend time with you on the dance floor and his hand even wrapped around your waist at one point. You don’t seem to be too phased by the close proximity to him and he flashes a grin, all teeth and vibes.

He catches the boring gaze of Ghost, intensifying each time he went anywhere near you. Fuck him, he doesn’t own you and Graves is free to flirt with whoever he wants. The skull man is free to kick rocks if he doesn’t like it. Eventually, you are too tired to continue partying and excuse yourself from the dance floor. Graves watches as you say something to the lieutenant and his eyes are overcame by something fond and soft before a pat by a skeleton hand sends you leaving the room.

It's boring without you on the dance floor and Graves leaves his men in favour of turning in for the night. The base is huge and Graves stumbles around, trying to find his room and it is just bad luck Ghost is who he sees first.

“Ah, lieutenant, mind showing me the way to my room?”

Ghost doesn’t seem to be too pleased to see him, judging by the arms crossed but mainly, the eyes give away his ire and displeasure at seeing the other man.

“Down the hallway. Room 103.”

Graves thanks the man not before he is slipped a radio.

“You left this at the party.”

Wait, what? The last time he checked, the radio was still affixed to the holster on his arm. Before he can object, Ghost is gone.

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“Ah, faster! Michaelo!”

The room is dim and the man lying on the bed touches himself gently to the sounds of porn on his phone. Fuck, Graves swore when the woman in the video takes the monster dick fully. His dick is semi hard and his hand gently strokes the organ to nurse it to full hardness.

“Shit!” Graves takes off his headphones. That isn’t—

“Ngh! Fuck, it’s not—” His phone clatters onto the floor as he jumps off the bed in search for the source of the sound. Sounds of a man being pleasured are definitely not from the video he is watching. His search stops at the radio Ghost passed him earlier. The green light flashes periodically, a sign the radio is receiving a signal.

A moan.

Not just any, but yours. He rushes to the table and grabs the radio. Raspy moans of desire. There is no mistaking it, that is you on the other side of the radio. Who the fuck is doing this!

“Ah, ah! Fuck, slow down!”

If he closes his eyes, his mind fantasizes the scene. You are all drunk on pleasure, mouth open as a thin trail of drool slicks down your cheek. Someone, a mystery person, bringing you waves of pleasure. Their hands? Or their mouth?

It should be him. It’s all so wrong. He should be turning off the radio and reporting whoever was doing this. But his mind taunts him with finding out just who you were with.

Graves retreats to the bed and lies down. His hand creeps ever closer to his dick and your moans are there again. The radio is jammed against his ear and his dick jumps at the breathy and sinuous moan. It tortures his soul to hear it and not be the one eliciting it.

His hand is no longer under his control and starts stroking.

“Fuck! Shit, what has gotten into you!” Sounds of wet slapping noises punctuate your groans into pauses. The other person doesn’t say anything and Graves is so fucking turned on, it hurts. Pre is all over his hands and the sound of his hands are filthy, but not as much as those in the radio.

Then, he hears it. A whimper, all soft and delectable. His hand grips the base of his dick and arrests his building climax. Shit! His favourite porn didn’t come anywhere close to the performance you are putting on in a room somewhere.

He wants to cum just as you do with your mysterious partner.

“If you—ah!—keep doing this, I won’t LAST ah!” The duvet is in between his teeth as his hands are moving at a feverous pace against his morals.

“Have you learnt your lesson, yet?” Graves stills his hand. Mr mystery is speaking.

“Yes! Please, I will be your good boy! I—ngh—will stay away from him!”

“That’s a good boy. Taking me so perfectly; I can feel you spasming like a cheap whore. Are you close, pet?”

His traitorous mind paints a picture of another man railing you hard and fast, bitching you in the process into a mindless whore who lived for cock and cum. Who, dares, to claim you?

“Yes, I’m—so—fucking close! P-please!” He grunts at the desperation in your voice to climax.

His finger scrambles to turn the knob on the radio to max volume and then, he can hear so much more. The faint creaking of the bed under the powerful thrusts of your partner, the whines and whimpers escaping your mouth driving him crazy and the reserved grunts of the man. Wet sounds of slapping and something obscene fills the room and Graves thumbs his dick roughly. The burn is something real and he desperately wants to know just who it was.

Who was bringing you so much pleasure, dear cock addled slut?

“Say it. Say that you want to cum.”

“Mmmh! Please, let me cum! I want to cum!”

“Say that you are my little cum addict.”

“I’m—” A sharp thrust breaks your speech and you groan. “Y-your cum addict!”

“Good boy. This is what you wanted, right? Flirting with that poor excuse of a man to rile me up. Well, this is your reward, love.” And a sharp squeal at what Graves imagines to be a bite on the neck.

Flirting with him? Who can it be, to be upset at Graves?

“Yes! Yes, I-I am all yours! Yours to use, sir!”

Sir? His hands pause and grip his prick loosely. Was it a nickname, or something more?

“That’s what I like to hear. You need to be bitched more often, love.”

“Yes! Yes, I want to be bitched! Fuck, please, ah!”

The knot in his abdomen is tight and squirming as Graves lets himself imagine the mystery man to be him. Your tight ass squeezing him hungrily like a sleeve thirsting for cum and all he has to give. The pillow fluffs at the commander’s head falling back into it.

“So beautiful and all for me. Do it, cum for me, sweetheart.”

That’s the cue and Graves’ eyes are closed in a grimace as he times his finish with yours.

“Ah, yes sir! Thank you! I—fuck!—” And the noisy squeal and cries of a man drowning in orgasmic bliss spearheaded by his lover’s dick. Graves chokes a cry as he came with a shout and a spray of cum over his heaving chest.

The orgasm leaves him boneless and he struggles to collect his thoughts. The radio flops onto the bed as a sweaty arm rests on an equally sweated chest. The radio is silent and the light is extinguished; no more transmission by whoever is doing this. He won’t admit it, but this ranks high on his naughty escapades.

Fuck, he really shouldn’t have done this. The mess on his cooling chest is hardening into sludge and he swipes a finger through it. Grabbing a bathrobe, a shower is in order to get rid of the stains of his scandalous voyeurism.

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He steps out of the room into an empty corridor and heads for the communal toilets. Pass room 120 and the door to the room opens without warning. Graves slows and Ghost steps out from the room still dressed in his combat fatigues. His gloves, however, are gone and Graves sneaks a look at the exposed hand. Black nails? Maybe the man truly was a freak. He looks closer and there’s something dripping? A viscous cloudy liquid coating the thick fingers and Graves can’t stop his mouth from running itself.

“Howdy, you’ve got something on your hand, lieutenant.”

Ghost’s eyes remain impassive and he raises his hands to look at them and back at Graves. A glint in his eyes is all the warning he gets and Ghost is breaking eye contact. Then, those hands are wiping against the dark fabric of his tactical jacket and—

White and milky liquid separate into strings upon contact as they stain the pristine clothing.

That is—

“You look shocked, commander Graves. Do you need a medic?”

“Is that … cum?”

Soap’s hearty greeting stumps Graves as the sergeant rounds the corner and he makes a face at the sight of the Shadow commander. Sidling up mischievously to the American, he lobs an arm around Graves and pulls him close under a gaze Graves would describe as victorious belonging to the masked man.

Like a roman victor on a pedestal while luxuriating in his opponent’s defeat.

Soap chuckles. “This is why we don’t mess with the LT’s property, Graves. Did you truly think the corporal would be interested in you?”

“In someone who can’t even use his dick right while LT can do it all with just his arm?”

Mortification and humiliation burns and scorches his face.

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Ghost wasn’t truly worried when he saw Graves flirting with you all night. You smiled and assured him you could handle the grabby Shadow commander and your lover nods, trusting your judgement but still hanging around to intervene if the bastard tried anything. Your cheery disposition and innocence was a fire drawing in the moths of military men and Ghost stayed to keep an eye on the man.

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Graves swallows and the taste in his mouth all night—he knows what it is now. Ghost pulls up his mask to lick a line across his still dirty fingers.

His mind conjures an image of you, a man in the throes of desire and thoroughly debauched by the fist in your ass and your dick, angry and leaking in protest. Why would a man be lost in the height of rapture ever be interested in him?

Those lips mouth something. Sweet.

Total defeat.

#fanfic #cod mw2 #male reader #x male reader #x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x male reader #ghost x male reader #reader had a wee #phillip graves #doesn't have a good time #jealous ghost #simon ghost riley is jealous #ghost fanfiction #call of duty

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wriothesleybear · 1 month

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Here's another Gallagher brain dump~

I dont know why but I can't stop thinking about Gallagher's legs. I dont know what it is about them that got me feral. Like just imagine sitting on his thigh. He'd have really nice thighs to sit on. When he wants you to sit on his lap, he'd just pat his thigh and tell you 'c'mere beautiful'. How could you say no to him. Everytime you sit on his thigh, he puts his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him to make sure you don't fall off. His heart melts when you're so sleepy that you fall asleep against his chest, head nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Also, when you rub his stubble with your hand or play with his hair while sitting on his lap, he can't promise that he won't fall asleep. It just feels so nice.

Anyways, on to the spicy thoughts. MDNI!

Man thinks it's hot when you rub yourself on his thigh or get off on just his thigh alone. He'll put his hands on your hips to help guide you. He also thinks it's hot when he's fully clothe while you don't wear anything or you wear one of his shirts with nothing underneath as you rub your pussy on his clothe thigh. Makes him feral. As you shake and moan from your release and his pant leg is soaked, he can't help himself from pushing you onto your stomach and thrusting his cock into you.

He loves to take you from behind. The view of your ass bouncing on his cock and the sight of his cock disappearing inside of you gets him hard. He also likes when your back is flat against his chest as he grinds into you. He's able to wrap an arm around your waist and put a hand on your throat as he thrusts into you from behind. As you're both getting close, he moves the hand on your waist down to your clit and rubs circles into it to help bring you closer to the edge. Little does he know the sounds of his grunts in your ear as he thrusts into you, begging you to cum helps brings you closer to the edge the most.

He likes cumming with you so he doesn't cum until you cum. As you both release, he helps you through your high as the circles on your clit slow down until they stop completely so he doesn't overstimulate you too much. As you're busy catching your breath, he's whispering praises of 'good girl' into your ear as he leaves sweet kisses onto your neck and his hands rub up and down your body to massage any sore spots. Once he can tell you can't stay up anymore and need some rest, he lays down onto his back and has you lay on top of him. Your head resting on his chest, listening to his soothing heartbeat as his hand caresses your back, occasionally combing your sweaty hair out of your face. He knows you like your head scratched so he gently combs your hair with his fingers, his nails softly scratching your scalp, putting you in a mesmerizing trance. His touch makes you calm and fall asleep faster.

Sometimes he talks about mundane things, but all you do is usually listen because you're too tired to speak. He doesn't mind though. Other times, you just lay there quietly, basking in each other's warmth and presence. It's a comfortable quiet, where all that can be heard is his calming heartbeat in your ear, the sound of his hand going up and down your bare back and eventually, your soft breathing as you fall asleep. He leaves a feather like kiss onto your forehead and he falls asleep as well.

#hsr gallagher #gallagher headcanons #gallagher x reader #gallagher smut #hsr headcanons #hsr x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail headcanons #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail smut #gallagher

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sanspuppet · 2 months

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👀 riding Mingi’s abs…..just saw a that photo shoot whit him in all denim, like the shirt is a denim crop and and bestie 😮‍💨😮‍💨 that would be the best funishment

MDNI ! smut

- W/T: sexual tension, abs riding, choking, fingering, squirting, sliiight degradation

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You couldn’t fucking take no more. You wanted to enjoy your date with your boyfriend that day, but you had no idea he would wear a denim crop, that did nothing but accentuate his waist, so tiny and sexy, not to mention how his abs were exposed. Mingi couldn’t have not noticed that you didn’t even looked up at him when he talked to you, your eyes seemed glued to his waist, yet he was somehow enjoying your drooling reaction. It was a long evening of you getting distracted by his hips that you needed so bad beneath you. On the other hand Mingi did nothing but secretly smirking back at you, feeling your eyes constantly down his lower body. But at the end he proposed you to spend the rest of the evening by his house, god only knows what were his purposes… well somehow you could figure them out too, and by your situation in that moment you hoped with all your heart that you weren’t wrong. In fact, you wanted to fuck him so bad, so bad that you were feeling icky about how fucking wet you were, you just wanted to take care of it by using him, or vice versa, you literally didn’t fucking care about the details. Mingi noticed it, he knew every time when you got needy but damn… you literally looked like a bitch in heat from how you were clinging to him and how you stared at him, your entire behavior screamed that you wanted to be bred badly.

When he first stepped into his house he turned around to face you, holding you by your waist as he pulled you over the living room. Mingi looked down at your short figure compared to his tall one, a smirk forming on his lips. “Will you tell me what got your attention that much, pretty?” his nose brushed yours, ready to lock you in a long kiss. You wanted him now, there was no point in teasing each other any longer, you wrapped your hand behind his neck and pulled him closer, your tongues diving into your mouths while he busied himself with unbuttoning your shirt, his movements were messy, too eager to be done properly. You did the same thing with his denim crop, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You pulled away from your sloppy kiss and placed your palm on his naked chest, his heartbeat was faster than ever. You pushed him, making him fall down on the couch, he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His tongue trailed a wet line over his lips. You both stripped down completely, never breaking eye contact.

He patted his lap, moving you to sit on him. You glanced at his huge cock twitching at his movement. You sat down on his abdomen, his erected crotch pressing against your back sent shivers of arousal down your spine. “Ride my abs baby, i’m sure you’d want to” He took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Say it, am i right?” You automatically started rubbing yourself against his toned pelvis, his hand quickly gripped on your waist. “Fuckin say it before doing it, little slut” You sighed frustratingly. “Fuck— please Mingi i wanna ride your abs” He pinched your cheek, his cocky behavior showing. “That’s my good girl, you can go on now.” You let out the most feral sighs and loud moans once you started moving, forwards and backwards. You felt every little hill of his abs stimulating your clit, it was impressively good, a fucking bliss. You just needed more friction but your mind was already in a blank state, you threw your head back as you moved faster, your nails dig deep into Mingi’s shoulders. He was admiring you, every single detail of you, he noticed it, and loved it. Jeez if you were such a piece of art to him in that moment. “Don’t worry princess, i’ll help you” he said when he noticed you struggling to get to the highest. He quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, gripping tightly enough, the other one moved down your core, fingering you with all of his fingertips at a fast pace. He raised your head when you kept looking down at you wet cunt. “Eyes on me pretty, you know i want you to look at me whenever you cum. Feels good huh? You such a slut, getting off to my abs”

It was then that you loosed your fucking mind, you were fucked out, your mascara was smudged all over your eyelids by your teary eyes. You whined and moaned without even realizing it. Your lips were of a cherry pink from how hard you bit on them. Your hair a complete mess. And it also was when you finally got off of your high that you noticed you squirted all over his chest. Mingi was looking at all your figure with a proud smirk, his finger caressed gently your back.

“You’re the prettiest like this”

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inez-winchester-cameron · 3 months

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hear me out rafe x jj’s gf!reader 👀

u know how both rafe and jj go crazy on their bikes… its the usual kooks vs pogues hatred maybe during the bonfire, but instead of throwing punches rafe wanted to have a race with jj instead to ‘settle things’. and he wanted to bet on jj’s girlfriend whereas if he won, he got to keep her and do.. things.. yk..

cw: darkish!rafe x jj'sgf!reader, non-con recording, bets regarding sex, minor jj x reader, smut

notes: im going feral over this tbh

"ready to settle things?" rafe asks, coming face to face with jj. they both stare at eachother with hatred. the pogues and kooks gather at an old dirt backroad.

"im gonna kick your ass," jj growls, "i win, you leave us the hell alone."

"deal," rafe agrees, "whats in it for me?"

"i don't kick your fucking teeth in that's-"

"you let me fuck your girl."

your heart drops and you pause. you stand off to the side, wrapping jj's sweatshirt around yourself in the cold night air. jj pauses too, furrowing his brow, "hell no! i don't even-"

"jj, it's fine," you speak up, "you'll win, i know it." you say with a smile, only partially believing your words. jj takes a deep breath and nods, composing himself. you make eye contact with rafe and he smirks, licking his lip.

"deal," jj reluctantly agrees. you anxiously fidget with jj's hoodie strings as they get on their bikes.

"it's okay, jj'll win," sarah reassures you, "rafe's a city boy at heart."

3, 2, 1. and they're off. you watch as the bikes speed off, it's a loop that takes about three minutes when jj goes full speed with you on his bike. you can't deny that your mind wanders, thinking about what would happen if rafe won. you had heard rumors about him, what he's like in bed, how big his di- no you shouldn't be thinking about this, you mentally scold yourself. jj's going to win, for sure.

the longest two minutes and thirty seconds ever, you see jj and rafe come back into view. you can't see who's winning, they're too far away. and once again, your heart drops when a bike crosses the finish line, and it's not jj.

"fuck!" jj screams, throwing his helmet down, as rafe gets off his bike. rafe simply smirks, knowing why jj is pissed.

"it's okay, you'll get her back tomorrow, pogue." rafe pats him on his shoulder and heads towards you but john b. and pope stand in front of you, jj joining them shortly after.

an argument ensues, rafe insisting that a deal is a deal and his friends backing it up and the pogues insisting that it isn't fair to you. after a good few minutes, you speak up.

"guys! it's okay!" all the boys pause and stare at you in disbelief.

"it's one night, i'll be fine," you reassure them, "a deal's a deal." jj tries convincing you otherwise but there's absolutely no use, rafe won.

rafe pushes you down onto his bed, kissing you hungrily, "i'll make you feel better than that pogue ever did, princess. you're gorgeous, too gorgeous to be with a dirty pogue."

"r-rafe.." you whimper out, loving the feeling of his lips as they trail down your jaw and neck. you soak through your panties as he toys with you, taking his time.

he slips your shirt off and unties your bikini top you had on underneath, sighing when he sees your tits, "knew you had pretty fucking tits, you let jj see these?"

"y-yes.." you admit as rafe leans down and uses his mouth to give some attention to your tits.

"he's undeserving." rafe says, and after a bit more foreplay, he's shoving his cock into you.

"oh god! you're so big, jesus!"

"that's right, baby, keep talking," rafe says, fucking you slow and deep, "say my name like a prayer, sweet girl." he rubs your clit as he fucks into you, holding your hip with the other hand, "bet jj never makes you feel this good, huh? your poor pussy is squeezing me so tight, he must not be taking proper care of her."

you don't respond, your eyes rolling back as his pace picks up. your tits bounce as he fucks into you and you don't even notice the phone in the background of his room, recording every single moment. your pussy squeezes rafe tight, wanting him more and more.

rafe groans, "shit- fuck- such a pretty pussy. might have to come back for more of this. we'll keep it a secret from your boyfriend, mkay?"

"m-mkay.." you slur out, cock drunk. without warning, your cunt pulses wildly around his cock, making him pause and speed up.

"that's it, cum on my cock. im gonna fill you up, got it? maybe i'll get you pregnant, then you can be mine forever."

you don't make any effort to stop him as he cums inside, even though you don't even let jj do that. rafe pulls out and cleans you up, getting up after. as you rest in bed, oblivious to what he's doing. he grabs the phone and sends the video to jj with the caption, 'sorry man, she's mine now. made her pussy all mine, have fun jerkin' your dick to this. fucking cuck.'

#obx #outerbanks #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #jj maybank #rafe cameron x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron thirst #rafe obx

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delugguk · 11 months

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is this okay?

pair: jungkook x reader

rated: mature

word count: 1.7k

warnings: sexual content.

Part two.

autor’a note: helllooooooo I know it’s been a while and since I haven’t finished my many fics that I have (I know, k word me pls but don’t, actually skdj) this live (or more like the way he looks) made me go kinda feral for him so I had to do this !! this is compleeeetely unedited because I wrote it super fast and I’m just posting it as it is !! with nothing more to say, I miss and love every single one of you that keep coming back to my stories or just finding out about it, believe me when I say I appreciate every single one of you, even if you’re new!! you’re here for a reason 🫶🏼 thank you for liking my stuff and I’ll be more open to you guys later since I one to make a while make over on this account lmaO, anyways, enjoy and let’s get feral together while kook’s cook his album🤍🧚🏼✨

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you blame it on him.

he didn’t had to seat like that, stare at you like that and even bite his lower lips like that. it was something so subtle and you swore his eyes glistened so much, you could almost mistaken them for desire.

but what if..?

no.

you needed to control yourself. you promised you wouldn’t be jumping his bones the moment he called you to make him some company. you know you two are close friends.

but damn.

can’t deny the massive sexual attraction that’s so intense with only doing something so innocent as much as sinful like eye contact.

it’s crazy.

or at least that’s what you think.

jungkook can be complicated at times. but, fuck. you suddenly remember his fainted voice when talking to that girl. “sure, but can you handle me?”. you didn’t know what he or they were referring to, you were just trying to pass by in those big echoing college halls.

of course, you thought about— the worst.

he was fine as hell, okay? to say he isn’t fucking around just makes NO sense.

but the day you met him or—no. the day you two met at that reunion.. fuck. just thinking about it already makes your pussy pop. how embarrassing.

he looked so fine.. he teased you just right.. ugh! stupid hormones! why does it have to be so rich to have sex.. you wanted to fuck him here and there. a little dance could do so much..

“..y/n?”

suddenly you’re back to earth. (with a flaming pussy as we speak).

“yeah?” disconnected, you blink once again. jungkook just smirks.

“I told you, not to worry about it. just come seat,” he pats his side of the sofa, two times. “next to me.”

stupid beanie, stupid white shirt and stupid tattoos.

why does he has to look so cute and fine at the same time? not only that but the way he smelled? a fucking perfect man. who the hell smells that good? it isn’t even a strong essence but rather a soft/sexy one..

“no.” oh.. you can’t help yourself anymore. “I want to seat here.” you said as each of your legs takes place beside his waist.

yep, you boldly seated on top of him. just like that.

it’s not that you do this often but jungkook didn’t seemed to reject your body language as soon as he holded your hips with both of his hands. somehow delicate but oh, so decisively.

that caused a whole electricity run over your entire body to the point you almost felt goosebumps if it wasn’t that already.

just.. how much did you really wanted him? seemed out of limits..

both of your palms rest on his shoulders and there’s no words but an intense eye contact full of temptation, desire.. all of the words you can imagine referencing to the same feeling you both were having right now.

what’s stopping you two? why don’t you move? why doesn’t he move? those were your thoughts until-

“it’s dangerous.” he mutters. you’re just biting your lips.

gosh, you wanted him right here, right now.

“eung” you say, but it sounded a little too sexy(horny) for jungkook’s ears and damn, did he liked that.

“eung?” but as he mimics the way you sounded (just a little more dominant) was enough for you to start moving your hips to his already increasing bulge. mm. it felt good.

you grab his neck as you move very slowly but surely as he looks at you with those dark shiny eyes slightly pulling his face towards the area where your boobs could make contact with him.

he acts fast into giving light, delicate but needy kisses through your also white crop top. the one that can mark how hard your nipples are just right.

you moan a little, more like a very hot exhale that makes jungkook go crazy internally. the way for him to expresses is to squeeze the side of your hips, right enough for you to take your shirt off.

“no bra..” he smirks. “just how I like.”

“mhmm” you slightly moan once again to acknowledge his words.

his hands immediately take a ride feeling you up from your curves, belly, ribs and finally, your boobs. his hands feeling so warm, so right as soon as he touched you. feeling like it could burn, it felt divine. it was to the point where you weren’t the only one that’s breathing so heavy but him.

kissing your nipples felt like heaven, his lip piercing somehow sort of cold made magic so you couldn’t help but take his shirt off, beanie staying on. you wanted him like that.

“I want to kiss you so bad.” breathless, you said.

“do it.” bold enough, he responds. “fuck me if you want. I’ll let you do anything tonight.”

“fuck.” you whisper. “jungkook..” hips intensifying its deep roll, still slow.

“take off your shorts. want you naked for me.”

you wanted to scream. (in many different meanings to it).

he follows you when you obey him so well, but instead of him going naked, he leaves his boxers on.

but you don’t mind, as soon as you caress the imprint of his hard dick drawing on his black Calvin Klein’s boxers. jungkook man spreads giving you the fucking gaze, while patting his well formed thighs and you’re crazy wet at this point. — as soon as you reveal his dick making a pop towards his lower stomach, you could feel yourself almost salivating for him.. and it’s something you’ll normally will feel embarrassing of, but with the way your pussy was crying for him.. yeah, a girl had to do what it gotta do.

“didn’t know how badly you wanted me..” he exhales. “guess I wasn’t the only one, fuck. come here.

pulling you and opening your legs towards him revealed how sticky you were in front of his eyes that jungkook couldn’t help but pass his dick through your entrance without dipping in yet.

“fuck..” he moans. “is this what you wanted? mm. how long were you waiting for this?” giving a little slap with his dick to your pussy. “and why didn’t you tell me earlier?” with hooded eyes, already looking like a mess.

god, was he gone and he hasn’t entered you yet.

you were almost to the point of crying with him barely starting. that’s how horny the both of you were.

“been wanting you for a while..” you’re breathing to exhale. it feels so good. “wanting to feel you just like this..”

“..raw?”

“mh-yeah.. fuck.”

he just stares at your expression for a moment, eyes closed, lips being caught up by your teeth.. pussy sliding so easily around his already wet hard dick.. it seemed so sexy the way you were moving. he wanted to eat you out when looking at you, but his need to finally be inside you was stronger.

“so do I..” he deeply answers as soon as he’s making your hips swallow his entire dick.

“agh, fffuck. it’s more of what I imagined.” he speaks more to himself.

you, on the other hand, was trying no to cum right there. breathing long and slowly to calm your pussy and feelings because somehow.. your heart started to felt as if it wanted to jump out of your body and you swear you could hear jungkook’s heart trying to do the same too.

“move.” he says, giving some gentle, little pats to your ass.

“give me a second-“ and after five seconds, you breathe and start rolling your hips back and forth. all you could hear was your juices having fun.

but the moment you lean into him and hug him with your face into the side of his neck, is we’re things start to get fun and nasty when you actually start to bounce on him.

“fuck yes.” jungkook’s voice rasp into a very hot moan. “‘knew you were good.” he pauses. “fucking lucky I am.” after grabbing your ass and start manhandling you like his personal fuck toy.

“ah-“ a moan escaping your lips, you clench your teeth sucking air to it. “s-so g-good” and it’s just that you speak along marking the secuence of how he bounces you on him.

“mm I’m feeling you close, are you?”

“y-yeah”

—in a moment where you both got to cum, having jungkook fuck you still with his cum innit because he founded so sexy the way your pussy looked so swollen and messy (and how well you take him and squeezed him) having you cum once again, things weren’t so awkward afterwards. it all ended up rather having jungkook asking you things.

“I noticed you got more wet when I started to control your bounces..”

“I.. um, I like when someone sort of.. uses me like that like..” you lower your voice, “I’m all yours?”

jungkook smiles. “oh.. y/n you aren’t getting shy right now, aren’t you?”

“no!” you feel embarrassed.

“I think you are..” he teases.

“shut up.” you roll your eyes.

“don’t worry though. as I’ve said it before things.. turned out to be this way,” you both giggle. “don’t worry. and.. y/n?”

“eung?”

“believe me when I say that this isn’t going to be the last time of us doing this. I will always want this to happen again, and it will.” he pauses. “unless you don’t want me to.”

“okay.” it’s all you say but in reality you can’t explain to him how much do you agree with this because sure, if it was hard standing by his side without doing anything ever since that night or the day you met him.. with today’s events it’ll be even harder to not want to have a taste of him once again.

and again..

and again.

and that’s when it hits you. you never kissed him, he never kissed you and you’re completely screwed.

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dribs-and-drabbles · 1 year

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My top ten of Pat's shirts (revised)

10. Cheney/Kennedy - ep 1

This shirt is fabulous on two levels - one being how ridiculous it is and the other being the subtle foreshadowing of Pat getting shot later in the series, and not actually drowning which we were afraid the conversation on the beach in ep 6 might have been suggesting. It's both loud and subtle but that's what makes it so great.

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9. Elephants - ep 11

The beauty of this shirt is that it's so simple. 'An elephant never forgets'. A lot of episode 11 is about Pat and Pran running away from their lives -> forgetting about their families, the lies they discovered, and the fear for their relationship once they go back. Pat also slowly realises that Pran is, and will always be, unable to forget his parents despite Pran being there for Pat and allowing Pat this moment of fantasy. They also both spend much of the time at the beach not talking about any of this, avoiding the subject - i.e. the 'elephant in the room' - instead distracting themselves with other things.

A bonus with this shirt is that whilst Pat is wearing it, Junior has a t-shirt which connects back to the next shirt in this list, 'California'.

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8. California - ep 10

Another seemingly ridiculous shirt actually has a deeper interpretation. The slogan on the shirt is for a German drug store (we later see Pat and Pran get caught by Pat's parents in a supermarket) and refers to a famous quote from a monologue Faust makes on a walk about the beauty of nature and how he can only truly be himself there, where no one is around. This could be foreshadowing ep 11 where Pat and Pran run away to the beach, to nature, to somewhere where they can truly be themselves and where no one else around knows them. Some people have wondered why “California” was used instead of the name of the store, “DM”, well maybe it's because it connects to Junior’s “Malibu Beach California” t-shirt worn at the beach in ep 11.

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7. Your man? - ep 7

This one is wonderful for how blatant it is. Not only is Pat wearing his own blue underneath Pran's rich burgundy red - in a direct reversal and development of the Picasso-esque t-shirt (at no. 5 in this list) with a splodge of red over the heart, which Pat wore under a blue shirt when he realised his feelings for Pran in ep 5 - but the only two words visible on the shirt are "YOUR MAN?" Pat wears this when he uses his audition to confess to Pran, thus losing the bet. He says to Pran - as Riam - "You asked if I wanted to be friends? What if my answer is no?" Essentially, he's asking, "Am I/can I be your man?"

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6. Baseball Mom - ep 5

Like with the Cheney/Kennedy shirt, this one is fabulous for how ridiculous it is but also for the contrast it has to the poignancy of the scene. The deep red and blue of Pat's pants and top beautifully illustrate the depth of his feelings for Pran, and the fact that the word "Baseball" almost blends in with the blue behind it shows how close Pat and Pran are to becoming a couple, a union, themselves. The loudness of the "mom" in white, however, perhaps symbolises the obstacle they face in being open with their eventual relationship and a big reason why Pran left Pat alone.

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5. Picasso-esque print - ep 5

This is the first of three shirts that Pat wears during ep 5 that has Pran's red over his heart, and more importantly he wears this one during his wonderful Oh moment about his feelings for Pran. The blue shirt (his own colour) that he wears over the top partially obscures the red and illustrates how his feelings for Pran existed under the surface but took a while to be revealed. Even here they weren't fully realised, out in the open. It was only after being jealous of Wai's closeness to Pran later in the ep that he really understood the hold Pran had on his heart, and then his feelings fully blossomed...much like the orange/red flower on the pineapple shirt during the later fight scene.

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4. Golden gate bridge - ep 9

This shirt is incredible for many reasons: first it has Pran's red, Pat's own blue, and a bridge lit up with yellow lights (which I interpreted as symbolising their love and happiness). As a whole, this shirt illustrates how Pat becomes the bridge between the two faculties during the ep, and more importantly between Pran and Wai (I mean, he got himself shot because of Wai). Not only that, the bridge itself is an iconic image of the power of collaboration between architecture and engineering.

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3. Salome - ep 4

As far as I can tell, the name 'Salome' and the Picasso painting don't originally belong together - so this fantastic shirt seems purposely designed, perhaps by the show's production team. The Picasso painting, Portrait of Sabartes, alludes to Pat being a 'faithful dog' who follows Pran around and sings his praises (Picasso and Sabartes were also lifelong friends and born in the same year). And 'Salome' alludes to Ink being the 'faen fatale' of the show, emphasised by Pat wearing this when it was implied that Ink might be a love interest for him, as well as Pat's repressed emotions and his gradual realisation of them. This post explains this incredible shirt in more detail.

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2. Proud to be a Noles Hater - ep 7

Another shirt ridiculed by many but which upon a closer look proved to be incredible. The slogan symbolises the layered themes of rivalry and pride infused throughout the show - from their families and faculties to the play and each other, and is also a tongue-in-cheek joke of the fact that Pat and Pran are not the rivals they're made out to be (although they love a bit of competition). These themes are emphasised further by a few more t-shirts that Pat wears following this one, and which are explained in more detail here.

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1. Overlapping leaves - ep 4

The sheer genius of this shirt is that it doesn't look like anything special at first glance. It's only when Ink's and Pran's coinciding tops are also taken into account that its brilliance shines...and to some extent the Salome shirt as well (since the colour also connects to Ink's top). The overlapping leaf design in the shirt has two colours - one a creamy mustard yellow and the other a light grey/blue. These are the two colours that Ink and Pran wear respectively in their scenes with Pat during the episode - indicating Pat's divided affections for them, with one fading and the other growing.

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This is an updated version of this post, remade for #BADBUDDYWEEK

Day 5, Favourite Dynamic: Me and all of Pat's shirts 💪🏼

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simjaeyvn · 8 months

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best friend's brother 2

part 1

pairing: jake x reader

summary: who knew your bond with your best friend's brother was a lot closer than you thought.

warnings: literally smut umm, spitting, light choking, unprotected sex, pulling out method, idk

note: this is not proofread lolol nd i decided to use grammar cus docs tryna correct me pmo

It was 1:42am, but here you were, walking to your best friend’s house. You couldn't deny that it was cold, especially with the wind blowing against your bare arms and legs but you couldn't deny your excitement for the reason you were going there in the first place. Her brother. The night he had eaten out always lingers in your mind, you swear you weren't even able to cum without thinking about it, thinking about the way his tongue toyed with your cunt. Thinking about the past event had already gotten you aroused.

It was difficult to meet up with him one on one, everytime you were at his house, you'd be spending time with your best friend, of course. But he wouldn't forget to give your ass light slaps whenever he seeked the chance. Your weekly smoke sessions were ruined too because of how busy the two of you were but tonight you wanted to surprise him.

You open the window to a familiar room and as you step in you hear him, the voice you had been missing so much.

“Interesting way to come in.” He says, voice low and you can feel your heart pick up its pace.

“Missed you,” you say, before shutting the window behind you. He smiles at you and pats his lap, indicating for you to sit down. In which you do. You straddle his lap and his hands meet your waist but they slowly go down to cup your ass cheeks. He looks up at you with those damn beautiful eyes, he was so beautiful.

“Missed you too, pretty.” He replies, before giving you a small kiss. “Why didn't you tell me you were coming?” His face found its way in your neck and he leaves small kisses on the area.

“Wanted to surprise you,” you mumble and bring your hands up to his hair to play with his blonde locks. You felt him hum against your skin, a smile creeping on your lips. “I really missed you, Jakey.” You breathe out.

“Yeah?” You nod. “Missed me or my tongue?”

“Both.”

You gasp when his lips are on yours but it doesn’t take long until you’re kissing him back. The kiss only made you realise how much you had truly missed his lips. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, completely losing yourself just from kissing him. Jake was so perfect, that’s what you always thought but every time he’d step into the room it was always the same sentence leaving your best friend’s mouth. “Don’t even look at him, he’s satan’s reincarnation.” You thank the heavens each day that he walked in on you smoking or you would’ve been forced to admire him from a safe distance. You feel him tap your ass and you open your mouth allowing his tongue to make its way in. The kiss is now messy and it’s as if you're dancing with one another using your mouths but you love it messy. Your fingers tangled in his hair and his hands rested on your ass, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. You’re struggling to maintain your breathing but you really couldn’t care less as you were enjoying the moment too much. His small grunts were making you go absolutely fucking feral. It’s not long before he pulls away causing you to pout but he just chuckles.

“C’mon baby, take that little top off.” He orders and your hands fly to the bottom of your shirt to pull it off in one go. The cold air meets your nipples and you shiver. “No bra?” You shake your head, biting onto your bottom lip. “Naughty fucking girl.” He whispers before attaching his lips onto your breasts. His mouth is on your right one as his tongue plays with your nipple and his hand kneads the left. You bring your hands back up to his hair whilst you let out small moans. Fuck, Jake Sim was incredible with his tongue. Keeping his mouth on your breast, he moves to lay you down on your back. His mouth moves down lower your body and doesn’t forget to leave small kisses each centimetre down. When he meets your shorts, your hips instantly jerk up urging for him to take them. Smiling at your neediness, he pulls off your shorts and panties in one go. “So wet, angel.”

“All for you.” You whine, eyes begging for him to touch you where you needed him most. His finger collects your slick and he brings it up to your mouth. You instantly open your mouth letting him put his finger in and you suck on it like your life depended on it.

“Fuck, angel, I need you so bad.” He groans at the sight of you sucking on his finger as you don’t break any eye contact. You stop sucking on his finger with a ‘pop’.

“‘M all yours.” His hands go back down slowly, as he caresses your soft bare skin. He slowly rubs your cunt, it’s not much but you were already a whiney mess. “Take off your pants, please Jakey?” You plead and you see his eyes roll back.

“Fuck, okay.” He pulls down his pants and boxers, your eyes widen and you feel even needier at the sight of his bare cock. He brings a hand to your mouth, “spit.” You do; and he uses it to pump his dick a few times before lining it with your pussy. He rubs himself against your clit for a mere couple of seconds before pushing the tip in.

“Shit,” you whine. “You’re so big.” Although it was an ego boost, Jake didn’t want to go too far.

“I’ll go slow, alright pretty?” You nod, eyes shut as he pushes himself in more, little by little. When he finally bottoms out, the moan he lets out is a fucking melody to your ears.

“Start moving, please.”

“Anything for you, pretty.” Jake starts moving at a slower pace but when he sees no sort of discomfort on your face, he starts thrusting faster and it is incredible you do not see stars right now. His hands were holding onto your hips a bit roughly but you didn’t care, the pleasure of his cock in you was taking over everything. “You’re taking me so well.” He grunts in between his thrusts. You want to reply but everything came out as a blubber. You look at him but his eyes were trained on the way your pussy was sucking in his cock. The sweat on his forehead made him look so much hotter. One of his hands was now wrapped around your neck, when he squeezed it with little pressure, you unintentionally clenched around him. “Oh? You like that?” You nod, not being able to comprehend any words. His speed was increasing and he was hitting your spot each thrust. His hand goes from your neck to your clit. His fingers rub on the sensitive part and you feel yourself approaching your high.

“Jakey, I’m gonna cum,” you cry out. He continues to thrust as he feels himself reaching his own. His lips attach to your neck, sucking on the skin and just like that, you release. He continues sliding in and out of you before pulling out and you sit up to pump his cock until he comes as well. His release lands on your breasts and he fights everything in him to not get hard again. You both fall back on his bed and attempt to breathe at a normal pace. He gets up and goes to his bathroom, coming back with a wet cloth. “Open.” He says. You open your legs and he cleans up the mess from in between and from your chest. Once he’s done, he lays on top of you, his head in your chest. Your hands meet his locks once again, gently playing with his soft hair. “Please go out with me.” He whispers.

“Okay.”

“Really?” He asks, eyes looking up at you. Those eyes were gonna kill you one day. “I just let you fuck me, did you think I would just let you go?” You reply. He smiles and pecks your lips. It was a cute moment until you felt something poke your leg. “Are you fucking hard again?”

“Sorry baby, you’re just too hot.”

- iget bar u never disappoint

#enha smut #enhypen smut #jake smut #jake sim smut #sim jake smut #enhypen jake smut #enhypen hard hours #sim jaeyun smut

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lipglossanon · 10 months

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Double Vision

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subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

dedicated to those feral for this idea as well as the anon who gave me the medical term for it 🤭 the ending isn’t what I wanted but oh well here we are lmao

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, mommy kink, lactation, lactation kink, milk kink, dirty talk, slightly dom Leon 😯, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, nipple play/sucking, Leon gets in his feels at the end 🥺

not proofread ✌️

Title from Double Vision by Foreigner

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You sigh and toss your phone down onto the bed as you pinch the bridge of your nose.

A slight knock on the door has you turning your attention to Leon who’s shyly ducking past your cracked door.

“Hey, I was wondering if—“ he pauses with a frown, “you okay?”

You smile at him and reach out your hands, “Hug please.”

He comes into your room and lets you pull him down onto your bed, hugging him to your chest.

Laying there like that for a moment, you relax into his body heat with a sigh.

“I’m good, I just,” you laugh a little deprecatingly, “it’s a little embarrassing but the new meds I’m having to take make me—“

You stop talking with a sigh making Leon raise up on his arms to look down at you.

“Make you what? Sick? Do you need to—“

You wave him off, “No nothing like that. I’m fine it’s just that they,” you glance down at your chest then back up to his face, “they make me lactate.”

“What?”

You nearly laugh from how wide Leon’s eyes go as they drag down to your chest, “But how?”

You shrug, “Just a side effect. The doctor said it should clear up so not to worry about it. I’m just gonna have messy bras for a while.”

“Oh,” Leon looks dazed, off kilter, as he looks back into your eyes, “t-that’ll suck.”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, pushing him so you can both sit up on your bed, “I might steal some of your baggy shirts and just got braless if you’re cool with that?”

“T-totally cool,” he blurts out, red tinging his cheekbones, “whatever you need, you got it.”

You laugh, “Thanks little brother,” you pat his cheek, “thank you for not making me feel weird about it or anything.”

His eyes droop as he nuzzles your palm, “Of course.”

You let him lead you to his room and you snag some of his shirts, kissing his cheek in thanks as you leave to change. The rest of the afternoon has you lounging in the living room, just trying to get comfortable from the full feeling in your chest as well as the sensitivity of your nipples.

Leon points out you’re leaking through the shirt sending you off to clean up and change into a new one. Aside from that incident it’s actually a pretty quiet night in, just the two of you hanging out.

Feeling rather tired, you decide to call it an early night, leaving Leon to finish up some movie you weren’t really paying attention to. He kisses you goodnight, lips lingering a little longer than usual but you don’t think anything of it. After climbing into bed, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep.

You wake up in the middle of the night feeling warm but confined. As your eyes blink open, you whine to feel hot wet suction around your nipple. Squirming, you realize your arms are being pinned down—held by Leon having wrapped his own around you as he mouths at your breasts.

“Leon, what—“

“Thirsty momma,” his voice comes out wrecked, “couldn’t sleep, need mommy’s tits in my mouth.”

“Oh fuck, Leon,” you whine again as he goes back to licking and sucking your nipples, “this is bad, you shouldn’t do this.”

The hard buds feel sore and sensitive; he must’ve been at this for a long time already. You try to move again but he squeezes you even tighter as he roughly nips your breasts.

“Be still momma, let me finish,” he growls, “need to suck on these titties to feel better.”

You whimper and mewl as he goes back to softly licking at your breasts. Wetness is dripping from your hard nipples as Leon laps up the milk spilling from your breasts. You rub your thighs together and you realize your panties are soaked.

“Leon, please.”

You’re honestly unsure what you’re even pleading for—him to stop? Continue? Go even further?

Leon takes it on himself to answer your confused thoughts by tugging the band of your panties down to slide his cock inside to rut against your wet pussy in your own panties. Mewling, you rock against him, dragging slick pussy lips against his cock until one of you shifts and the fat tip spreads your folds and grinds along your clit and drippy hole.

“Got me sandwiched tight momma,” Leon groans, slowly thrusting against your cunt, “could slip right into mommy’s wet pussy.”

“Leon,” you gasp out, mewling low in your throat as his mouth goes back to suckling your nipples, drinking the milk you’re accidentally producing.

You squirm and wiggle but it just makes everything even worse better. Your cunt is so slippery, Leon’s cock is gliding smoothly between your pussy lips making you hump into the feeling.

He pulls away from your hard buds with a soft moan, “You know, I read up on this. A-and if you keep getting your nipples stimulated, it’s possible you’ll just always have milky tits.”

You whine brokenly, “Leon, I don’t want—“

“Mm but mommy I’m so thirsty, don’t you want me to grow up and be a big strong boy,” his tongue laps at your nipples until your spurting milk from the tips all over his face making him groan.

“I’ll milk you everyday momma, promise,” he sighs as he kisses your breasts, “love your big mommy tits.”

You moan as he hungrily sucks on your hard buds, eagerly lapping up the milk he’s pulling from your breasts. Leon’s moaning and acting so sloppy, milk spilling from his lips as he moves back and forth between each nipple.

“So good mommy, taste so good,” he finally pulls away, but moves his hands up to cup and knead your breasts.

He twists and tugs your nipples, moaning when they spray milk onto his face and chest. You whimper feeling overstimulated and turned on more than you’ve ever felt before.

“Need it so bad” he groans, sliding his fat tip into your pussy, stretching your fluttering walls as he slowly bottoms out.

He keeps your arms pinned to your sides, chest pressed along your front as he slowly fucks into you. He presses a hot kiss against your neck, nipping at the skin before dragging his mouth down to your leaking breasts.

“Mommy’s wet pussy is sucking me in,” he whines pressing his face into your chest, smearing thin lines of milk over his pouty lips.

You mewl a confused noise as he snaps his hips a little harder making your brain white out.

“Been wanting to drink from momma’s wet titties all day.”

Your walls flutter and clamp down on his dick causing him to hiss.

“So thirsty and you’ve been teasing me all day with your leaky tits,” he growls.

You squeal when Leon bites your sore nipple and sucks it roughly before letting go with a pop.

“I’m mommy’s good boy aren’t I?”

Before you can even answer Leon goes back to sucking your hard buds, eagerly drinking up the milk you’re making.

“Such a good boy,” you finally choke out, whimpering as Leon gets even more excited with his sucking, “mommy’s best boy.”

“Sucking your sexy tits is gonna make me cum,” he mumbles into your skin, “can I milk you, momma? Promise I’ll be so good for you, milk you everyday. Come into your room and fill you up like you’ll fill me up.”

You whine when he pulls completely out to rub his cock all along your pussy, fat tip bumping against your clit before he ruts his dick against your aching hole. Pressing the head inside your cunt, he buries himself deep until his tip kisses your cervix.

“Leon,” you mewl, eyes fluttering from the stretched fullness of your pussy.

He slowly rocks in and out of your cunt while he suckles at your nipples, messily dragging his mouth over your skin. His thick cock stretches your hole so good it has you whining nonstop.

You don’t know how long it is as Leon milks your heavy breasts while he fills you up with his cock. He keeps up the slow rolling grinds, pelvis rubbing against your clit while his thick length rubs against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, fat tip kissing your cervix—just a kaleidoscope of pleasure sweeping through you making you completely cockdrunk.

Leon presses kisses into your breasts, humping into your squelching pussy with gentle thrusts as he nuzzles the milky liquid dripping from your nipples. He whimpers when your pussy walls flutter around his dick.

“Mommy, wanna breed you,” he huffs, hips picking up speed as he fucks your pussy harder, “wanna knock mommy up, wanna have lotsa milk to drink.”

You moan, “Leon, no, you—oh god.”

He whines pitifully as he grinds harder against your g-spot, “But I need it momma, ‘m so thirsty, don’t you wanna let me drink from your milky tits?”

“Leon!” you squirm in his hold as your cunt pulses around his cock, “that’s dirty.”

“Is it?” he nips at your breasts, “but it tastes so good, and you’re so wet around my cock. Let me milk you, mommy. Don’t you want your good boy to milk your fat tits?”

“Want it, want it so bad,” you whimper, hips rocking down into his thrusting cock, “you’re gonna make me cum, Leon.”

He groans, arms squeezing you even tighter, “Wanna make mommy feel so good.”

You wail as he rams against your g-spot over and over again.

“Gotta fill mommy’s needy pussy nice and deep,” he growls, “gotta make sure she’s stuffed full. Love fucking my hot, wet mommy’s pussy.”

You come with those words filling your ears as your stepbrother ruins you on his big dick as he sucks your tits dry.

Your orgasm doesn’t wane as Leon fucks into your cunt, tip knocking into your womb making your pussy clench and spasm around his cock.

His mouth wraps around one of your nipples and suckles softly. He groans around the hard bud and pushes his cock as deep into your cunt as possible, hot ropes of cum spurting from the tip of his dick. Groaning, he grinds his cock against your fluttering walls as his hot sticky cum fills your pussy until it’s dripping out of your stuffed hole.

He pulls himself out, letting the last few spurts cover your puffy mound and swollen clit with hot cum.

You moan, mind completely empty as your body trembles with aftershocks. Leon continues to nurse at your breasts for a little longer until he finally pulls away with a sigh, cock kicking and throbbing as it presses against your pussy.

A mix of creamy cum and slick fills the gusset of your panties as it drips over his cock from your clenching hole. You both lay there catching your breath, heartbeat thundering in your ears. Leon’s arms pull away letting you actually move yours.

“I-I’m sorry,” Leon’s voice is meek and quiet, his eyes are downturned and sad when they meets yours, “I understand if you hate me. I don’t know w-what came over me.”

A flare of indignation burns in your chest and you let that show in your face now that you can actually think.

“I’m pretty disappointed in you Leon,” your voice is firm, “I don’t want this happening again, okay? At least not til we talk about it beforehand.”

“Yeah?” he perks up a little at that but winces when your lips purse.

“Again I’m sorry, promise I won’t do that again.”

His eyes drift back down to your nipples which feel cold and sore, covered in his spit and milk.

“Can I drink again?”

“Now?” you know you sound incredulous but can’t contain the tone.

“Yeah,” he whispers, eyes dilating as they take in your swollen and puffy nipples, “so thirsty momma.”

You shudder, clit pulsing in arousal, “They’re pretty sore, Leon. You got a little rough.”

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs, mouth gravitating to your nipples, eyes lifting to look up at you, “I can kiss it and make it better?”

You fight to keep the fondness out of your voice, “Oh? Well I guess if you keep it soft and I mean soft, Leon. You can kiss it better.”

You gasp noisily as he presses soft kisses to the tip of each nipple.

“So sorry, momma,” he mutters, pressing hot open mouth kisses all around your areola, “won’t be so mean again.”

He softly sucks a nipple with a whine, eyes fluttering shut as soon as the taste of milk hits his tongue.

“So good, so fucking good,” he hums, swapping over to the other nipple.

Your fingers are tangled in his blonde locks, just holding him at your chest as you whimper and whine as his hot mouth bathes your tits with kisses and licks.

You lay there for a long time just letting Leon have his fill of sucking your breasts and drinking your milk until he can’t get anymore. You’re soaked again but don’t want to push for more unless Leon offers it.

“Momma,” he whines, “want more milk.”

You shiver, “Well I’m sorry you drank it all, pretty boy.”

He grunts and licks your nipples, “Can I fuck mommy’s pussy again? It’ll make me feel better.”

You moan and pull Leon to lay on top of you, “Yeah, baby boy, you can fuck mommy’s wet pussy.”

He whimpers and bucks his hips, making his cock drag against your clit. The band of your panties is still pulled down, letting him rub against your pussy lips. You both shift until he’s able to slide into your clenching heat, quickly bottoming out in your slick soaked walls.

“Cum in me baby brother,” you moan, legs wrapping around his waist as well as you can, “wanna feel it.”

“Fuck, fuck, whatever you want,” he groans, hips pistoning into your squelching pussy, “always wanna creampie my sister’s sexy cunt.”

“Oh god, Leon,” you moan, nails scratching as his shoulders, head tossed back against your pillow, “that’s it, fuck, right there.”

He snaps his hips harder and harder, cock bullying against your g spot repeatedly as he grinds down on your clit. You’re still sensitive from earlier so it’s next to no time before your cumming all over his dick.

Your pussy walls clamp down on his cock like a vice. He thrusts into your pulsing walls half a dozen times before he’s burying his cock deep into your cunt to fill you up again. The feel of hot sticky jizz spilling inside your pussy makes you moan and pull Leon down into a messy kiss.

Panting, he pulls away, eyes shut tight as he smushes his face into your neck.

“You, I lo—fuck, I care about you so much,” he’s whispering quickly, nearly tripping over his words, “you’re the best, god I don’t deserve you. You’re so perfect.”

“Hey, hey, shh, shh,” you pet his hair, voice soft, “you’re feeling a lot right now, it’s okay.”

He sniffles and nuzzles deeper into your neck, body minutely relaxing against you.

“I care about you too, Leon,” you whisper against his hair as he takes in a shaky breath, “such a sweet boy for me.”

You hold him as you stroke his hair and slowly drift back to sleep.

#lipglossanon #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy x older fem!reader #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #subby stepbro!leon s kennedy #subby!leon #fem!reader #stepbro!leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #stepcest #lactation kink #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon s kennedy smut #lipglossmasterlist

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dollyyss · 5 months

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WRITE MORE STAN SMUT PLSSS I BEG

PEOPLE ARE SIMPINH FOR THIS MF HOLY- I DIDNT THINK I WROTE HIM THAT FUCKING GOOD- OKAY OKAY LEMME JUST.. LEMME JUST WHIP IT UP REAL QUICK FOR EVERYONE.

I think I may also start linking songs that i listen to while writing these.

Also for some reason ya’ll are flooding my inbox with this man.. is scary idk what I did to make ya’ll go FERAL BUT TAKE THIS- PLEASE DONT HURT ME

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀, 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀, 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀.

𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙝 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ₊ ⊹

𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥‧₊˚✩彡

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙪𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𐙚

𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜;

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW/SMUT. Some aggression. MDNI

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𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙉’𝙎 hand gripped the red solo cup. In this moment he wasn’t exactly sure if he should have been angry at you or the jackass who thought it right to walk up to you the way he did. His fingers practically ripped the cup apart whilst his eyes tore the guy apart instead. He was seeing red, fighting every part of him to not walk up and beat him to a god damn pulp.

“Careful there Stan, you might even hurt your poor wittle finger”

Cartman patted Stan’s shoulder, laughing at his own stupid joke. When Stan didn’t say anything he only looked to the side for a moment, smile fading. It didn’t take him long to see where the issue was. He groaned rolling his eyes and looking up to the somewhat taller boy.

“What. Are you jealous?”

Stan stared daggers at cartman who whipped his head back, holding his stomach in a fit of laughter

“You look.. you look so fucking stupid jealous, stop.. please stop I can’t breathe, you’re killing me here”

“Shut. The fuck. Up. Or I’ll have you on the god floor next to him”

Stanley spat back, slamming the plastic cup down onto the table of cartman’s house. Cartman put his hands up in Defense watching him storm off.

“Jesus, tough god damn crowd”

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Well. This is how you ended up in your predicament. Sprawled out on Stan’s bed, door locked, clothes thrown here and there, his shirt on the bed beside you, his hands in the progress of taking off his pants.

“Stan please I honestly didn’t think he was trying to flirt, he- he walked up to me and just.. he wouldn’t stop talking, baby you have to listen to me-“

He ignored you. He fucking ignored you. Stanley god damn marsh was good at keeping that stupid annoyed look on his face. Was good at staying mad at you, mastered it even, he could be a fucking prick when he wanted to keeping up the act just to piss you off, to turn it all around on you until you apologized.

“I don’t care.”

“Stan, you have to believe-“

“Fucking Christ.”

He’s in such a rush to pull down his pants, yours included. The poorly dyed blonde tossed them both to the side before letting his tongue drag up your stomach, stoping just below your jaw to bite at the soft spots on your skin, his hands roamed wildly, his touch like fire against the cold skin your nerves produced. His hand finds its spot between your legs, where it always did.. like habit, he worked on you like he knows just how to take care of you. And oh god he did. He knows what felt good, he knew what made your back arch and eyes squeeze tightly shut, what made your silly little mind shut off. He knew what made you twist the way you do.. he knew what made you spew out his name. His lips met your own, kissing with such aggression. His point was clear he was pissed off. He didn’t like people touching you in ways that only he could, he didn’t like people getting to close to what was his.

“If you don’t be quiet I swear to fucking god”

Stan’s hand had been placed on your mouth for the last 15 minutes just to keep you silent but when it doesn’t work he’s about to lose his god damn mind. He stops moving his hips, grabbing onto you and pulling out so he can flip you over.

“Ass up.”

“What..?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. You heard me”

Within an instant you were ass up and face down. His warm hands caressed at your hips, placing kisses to your back before finding his way back into you. The feeling of you around him earned you a satisfied moan, his teeth chewing down onto his bottom lip to help him focus on moving his hips back and forth in a rhythmic pace. The sound of his skin against yours echoed throughout his room, his fingers finding their way to your mouth. He picked up his pace, his moans practically coming out as growls. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t find any will to stop he needed you to know how much he needed you. How it was him you were with, who you should be with. He wanted to show you how much he can love you. How much he can give you. And fuck was he giving it to you. He grit his teeth to hold back the endless moans he had bottled up, the pleasurable cries he so badly wanted to let out but would wake up his Parents by doing so.

“Tell me you love me~”

Your eyes widened, hands gripping onto the sheets of his bed, his fingers slipped out of your mouth to give your ass a harsh slap.

“Please Baby, tell me, tell me you love me. Tell me you’re mine. You’re mine”

Stan’s pace was quicker then it was before. You tried so hard to speak but all that came out were incoherent words, was nonsense, you were so brain dead, so god damn drained from how much he’d been going. He was becoming desperate. Stan’s hands gripped onto your hips harder, pushing you back onto him each time he slammed back in.

“M’so good, it’s so good, damn good”

His hands slid up your sides, finding himself wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into shoulder. His new angle was just enough to make him almost cum on the spot. Stan’s jaw was slack, breathing heavily. He stopped his pace, earning a whine out of you.

“If I .. I just.. if I keep going like this m’gonna cum..”

“But I want you too~.. for me.. please St-Stan”

“Oh my goddd”

Stan whimpered out pathetically at the way your hips rocked back onto him, his teeth sinking into your neck to keep himself quiet whilst your movements were like torture against his already sensitive length. Once he thought he was able to control himself, he pumped into you at his stupid fucking ungodly pace, he found his stomach knotting, his head hanging low as he was now sat back up, hands gripping your wrists to place them behind your back. He was gonna cum, he was so damn close, he wanted to fill you so badly, to have you leaking because of him. To mark you as Stan’s. And Stan’s alone.

“M’mgonna cum, want it all in you, m’gonna fill you up so fuckin good”

His words are mumbles, ones your brain aren’t catching in this moment all you wanted was for him to be deep.. so deep.. you’re thoughts are cut short when he hits that one sensitive spot, that one spot he’s come to be so familiar with. You try desperately to wiggle out of his lock on your hands but he only grips harder growling.

“If you keep moving I swear to fucking god I’ll have you over my god damn knees. Keep still.”

Stan spoke in a ruthless tone, deep. One you only ever hear when he’s pissed off.. jealous even. His grip kept tightening, leaning down to watch your face twist and contort, at the this point you’d think his hips would’ve been sore, red. They were indeed red and sore but he wasn’t stopping until he had you marked, and it wasn’t long before he did.

“Just stay quiet. I’m right there, just.. fucking hell just stay like that, lemme cum in you please let me, let me.. It’s never felt like this before”

He was speaking in broken breaths, whispering to you.. he was close.. he was right there, right at the rattling end of it all. Stan turned your head enough to place his lips onto yours, right in time for his body to give one last deep thrust, his load stringing out for what felt like forever. His grip to keep you in spot was enough to leave markings, soft purple spots forming under his fingertips. He continued to rest on your shoulder, eyes squeezed shut whilst his body twitched every so often. When he pulled out his lips held back wild moans, desperate to feel you again.

“Jesus fucking Christ..”

He paused, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“are you okay?”

Stan rubbed the small of your back, collapsing back down onto the bed next to you. He watched while you tiredly shuffled closely nodding your head against him.

“Don’t go falling asleep on me just yet, I need to get you cleaned up”

His fingers laced through your hair, lips mumbling against your forehead. He carefully sat up finding a pair of sweats to throw on. Before he made his way to the bathroom across from his room his looked back at you, your dopey smile, half lidded eyes and the work he made of you.

He admired it. Was.. proud of it even. Watching you leak him out.

Maybe making Stan jealous wasn’t so horrible.

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PRETTY | Vinsmoke Sanji

warnings: nsfw, mdni, f!reader, mostly fluff, insecurity, breast fucking/boob job, cum swallowing, established relationship, english is not my first language.

word count: 1,556

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The Sunny docked on an island. It’s a very hot day and the crew decided to take a day off and have fun. You woke up late, all of them are already on the beach. You change yourself into a crop top and a short. You get off the ship and walk toward your friends. You see Luffy and Ussop are shooting water guns at each other while Chopper is laughing at them, and Robin is sitting with a book in her hands.

You spotted your boyfriend, who is making some barbecue, he is wearing an unbuttoned shirt and shorts. He doesn’t see you though, his back is facing you. You walk toward him. “Smells good.”

He startles a little. “Oh, hey baby.” With his free hand, he grabs your waist and pulls you to his side. You put your arms around his waist. He kisses the top of your head. “You want some?” He holds the food out with the food tongs.

You are going to answer him, but Nami interrupts you. “Hey! Do you want to join me?” She asks, pointing her thumb behind her, toward the sea.

“Umm.. No. I’m good.” It is a hot day after all and a swim sounds nice, but if you’re going to swim that means you have to wear a swimsuit. The thing is, you are embarrassed of your small breasts. You have been obsessed with breast size ever since yours stopped growing. It’s not the smallest, it’s there, but it’s nothing compared to Nami’s. And, you don’t want your boyfriend to look at yours and Nami’s side by side and realize that he likes Nami’s more.

Nami shrugs. “Okay then. And why are you so dressed? It’s so hot here. You can borrow my swimsuit if you have none.” She says while walking away. You know that she doesn’t mean anything by that but you can’t help but feel like she’s mocking you. Obviously her swimsuit is not going to fit you, especially the chest part.

You let go of Sanji’s waist. “I’m going to sit there.” You say, pointing at the chair next to Robin. Not waiting for him to say anything, you walk away.

The whole time you are sitting there, you’re just watching Nami like a creep. Your hand is holding a drink that your boyfriend brought earlier. You would like to swim, but you don’t want to wear a swimsuit, but it won’t be comfortable to swim with what you’re wearing now, plus, everyone will question you on why you’re wearing that to swim.

While you are in deep thoughts, Sanji is watching you. He notices what’s troubling you, he has been since the beginning of your relationship, but he never mentions it. He doesn’t know why you don’t like your breasts. He loves them, they’re pretty. If he thinks they’re pretty that should be enough, right? They fit perfectly in his arms. He likes the way it bounces every time he’s pounding into you. Even thinking about it can make him go feral. He shakes his head to remove his dirty thoughts. He doesn’t want the whole crew to see him cooking with a hard on.

He moves his gaze back to you, but he finds an empty seat. He looks around and spotted you making your way into the ship. He quickly finishes what he’s doing and runs to chase you.

When you are about to close the door of your bedroom, a hand stops the door, preventing it from closing. Sanji slips into the bedroom and closes the door. He grabs your hand and pulls you toward the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed, he pats his thighs, asking you to sit there. You straddle his waist and sit on his lap. He grabs your head and puts it on his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

You let out a heavy sigh, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Nothing.” He knows it’s not nothing, but he doesn’t want to push you. It’s quiet for a moment. The both of you stay in each other embrace while he strokes your hair. You speak up. “Do you like my breasts?”

He looks at you like you’re mental. “Like them? I love them.” You hum against his shoulder, still not meeting his eyes. There’s a few beats of silence before he continues. “Why are you asking?” He rubs your back slowly.

You shrug. “I just- I don’t know. I feel like they’re sexually unattractive. Because- uh- they’re small, y’know?” Your voice is low, but he can hear you.

“So?” He tilts his head. You look up to meet his eyes. He continues. “I find them very pretty and attractive, especially sexually.” You chuckle and slap his chest playfully. “I can show you, what do you say?” Your face looks like you’re thinking. He places a soft kiss on one of your cheeks, then kisses the other one. “Hm?” He kisses your face all over, then he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is soft and passionate, at first. But once it gets heated, he picks you up and lays you down on the bed. He breaks the kiss, and trailing his lips to your cheek, jaw, neck, then your chest.

He grazes his fingertips over the firm globe of your pretty breasts. He places his hands on your small breast and begins to fondle them. He cups your breasts through your thin shirt. He massages your soft flesh then takes your nipples between his fingers and pulls at them gently. He pinches each on lightly while pulling at them. You let out a soft moan. He can feel his dick starts to stir.

He gropes harder and massages your breasts with his big hands, rolling your nipples between his fingers to make them hard and pointy. He tugs your shirt off to expose your delicious breasts to his gaze then places his hand back on your small chest and begins to massage your soft flesh again. He pinches and pulls at your nipples, making you moaning softly again.

He gropes your soft flesh in his hands, propping your breasts up, then he leans down to lick and suck on breasts. He licks and sucks on your small globes, leaving marks on your flesh. He teases your hard nipples with his teeth, sucking and licking the little buds in circles with his tongue. He nibbles and worships your breasts with his hands and mouth.

His gaze is locked on your face, watching you. Your eyes are closed, your head is slightly looked up, and your lips are slightly parted. Soft moans and sighs of pleasure spilling out your mouth. Your back is slightly arching, pushing your chest toward him. Your fingers are buried in his hair.

His dick is absolutely rock hard. He lets go of your breasts, then he reaches for the drawer beside the bed and grabs a bottle of lube. He moves himself and straddles the place just under your breasts. His dick is right in front of your face. He opens the cap of the lube and squirts a generous amount of it on his dick. He strokes his dick, spreading the lube all around it. You are watching him from below him, he looks so hot doing what he’s doing right now.

He throws the lube somewhere on the bed. He holds his dick, giving it a couple strokes, then places it in between your breasts. He places your hands on either side of your tits. “Hold them up for me. There you go.” Your breasts are not fully covering his dick, they’re only touching each side of his dick, but that’s enough for him. His tip is almost touching your lips.

He starts to rock his hips slowly. He lets out a groan. The skin of his dick rubbing against your warm chest. You parted your mouth so that everytime he rocks forward, the tip of his dick enters your wet mouth. His gaze is locked on your chest. He’s watching himself sliding between your breasts. You can feel yourself getting wetter down there. You rub your thighs together, seeking for any friction.

Precum begins dribbling from his tip. Seeing that, you let your tongue out and lick his tip. “Fuck.” He let out a shudder breath. You tighten the hold on your hands in attempt to squeeze him more. He groans. He moves his hand to push his hair back.

Curses coming out of his lips. He fastens his thrust as he feels himself getting close. His breathing is heavy, with a mix of pants and moans. With one final thrust, he empties himself all over you. The first shot lands on your face, some of it gets into your mouth. The second and third lands all over your chest and breasts. After you swallow what is in your mouth, you let go of your breast.

“See. Told you so.” He smirks from above you. You don’t say anything. The problem now is that you’re horny, and he can tell. He gets off of you, and grabs your dirty shirt then wipe the mess he made on your face and chest. The next thing you know, he spreads your legs open and buries his face between your thighs. You can tell the rest.

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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This can be SFW or nsfw or both, whatever you fancy hehe, but can you do turn ons and turn offs for the jjk men? Plz and thnx o holy one ☝🏽

Oh reader, Don't call me Holy, I might just fuck around and start a cult ♥️

Now Presenting...

Starring Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Nanami Kento, and Ryomen Sukuna

Satoru Gojo

You existing is his main turn on.

Jk.

…..But not really.

When girls with enough hair tie it up OR let it down? That's his drug.

When you let out a little giggle at his stupid jokes? Heroin

That look you give him when he’s being actively dumb? It’s going to make him act up even more.

The look on your face when you're concentrating? Begs him to break that concentration.

Also just like…dominant people.

Honestly I feel like Gojo is a little bit of a masochist, ngl. So like, little pats on the back that are just a bit too rough do it for him

Honestly, say anything with a little bit of bass in your voice and he’s hooked

Thigh highs, he fucking loves thigh high stockings.

Thighs in general really, thick thighs save lives

The little dimples at the base of your spine? Drive him fucking wild.

And your moans are basically an aphrodisiac for him.

Blindfolds on him? Eh. On you? Next level.

Edge him, please edge him, he’s begging

As for turn offs

Spit, blood, piss, bodily fluids of that nature, off the table.

I’m going to keep it real with you, I do think he’s at least a little turned off by condoms. He thinks his pullout game is that strong enough and he’s so touch starved, that when he does get to that point with you he wants zero barriers between you.

Feet. He hates them. Keep your grippers to yourself.

Suguru Geto

He is verrrryyy….musically motivated.

Certain songs really get him going, and no it’s not what you're thinking.

You’re thinkin’ Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter, I’m talkin’ Animal by Nine Inch Nails

Concerts in general are a turn on for him. The energy goes straight to his dick.

He takes you to a concert and half way through he’s fucking you in the filthy ass bathroom

For similar reasons, you singing is a major turn on for him.

Also, when you stretch to try and reach something and your shirt rides up and he can see your tummy?

He’s going to go feral.

Stripteases are also a major turn on for him.

You begging him to fuck you is far better than opium as far as hes concerned. It scratches his corruption kink

Honestly? This may be controversial but he loves it when you say you hate him.

Cause that just gives him a reason to show you why that's bullshit.

Head is another major turn on for him, both giving and receiving he is ALL ABOUT IT

Also he’s into voyeurism. Look at him.

Call him sir and watch him lose all control.

Call him daddy and watch him walk away LMAO

Vore is a major MAJOR turn off for him. It reminds him of swallowing curses and makes him GAG

Honestly anything relating to the jujutsu sorcerers or work turns him off ngl

Actively trying to be sexy is another turn off for him. Like, just let it happen naturally and be in the flow. He thinks people trying to force “being sexy” (Like thirst traps for example) Are often stilted and awkward and maybe even a little funny?

Nanami Kento

Some of Nanamis turn ons include:

A stable income

A 401k

A retirement plan!

Nanami is the most turned on by STABILITY.

Nanami is more than willing to take care of his partner, but he does want to feel like this is a partnership.

Now, all jokes aside, Nanami is a man of taste.

He finds hip dips intoxicating, and loves the spine line along your back.

The way you laugh is an aphrodisiac to him.

But, he's not all fluff. If we’re talking nsfw…

He loves a solid matching set. Lingerie in general really is a huge turn on for him.

If you’ve read my NSFW headcanons (See: Here) you know why 👀

Dirty talk is another turn on for him, as he uses it to get consistent consent from you

Call him daddy. Call him daddy, I dare you, watch him ACT UP

He also l o v e s LOVES to see you covered in marks. He’s all about it.

Now, As for his turn offs..

Nanami is big on smells. This isn’t even like a “Bad hygiene turns him off” because, yea fair. No, I mean things like, Coconut or pear smells actively turn him off. Buy the wrong shampoo and face the consequences.

Also, blood. I don’t see him as a period sex guy, his job is too bloody for him not to be turned off by it.

Forcing your voice to go up in pitch. AKA: The uwu voice. If that’s naturally how you talk, that's one thing, but putting on a voice is another.

Call him Daddy in the UWU voice, that will really confuse him.

Ryomen Sukuna

Ryomen is fucked up dude, I’m not gonna front LMAO

Lets start light before we get fucked up.

It turns him on when you need him. When you need him to get something off the top shelf or open a jar or whatever. That shit turns him up to 10 because he loves feeling like you’re dependent on him

It turns him on as well when you try to question his authority. He loves to see that feistiness in you...and also cause he knows that he’s about to get to punish you.

In kinda the same vein, it turns him on when he sees you being bad, but not defiant against him.

Like, if he catches you being particularly mean to one of the servants? That scratches his corruption kink, he’s gonna lose his shit.

Now, on to the main event

Remember when I said blood was a turn off for Nanami? THE EXACT OPPOSITE FOR RYOMEN.

He will purposely bite you until you bleed.

In the same vein, crying. You crying activates the predator part of his brain and he loves it

He’s a sadist, there I said it.

He also loves watching your tits bounce when he’s fucking you, that shit will make him go feral.

He loves when you get cock drunk for him, seeing you desperate for him to fuck you strokes his ego in all of the best ways.

He’s got a praise kink, but he won't admit that.

This is about to be so vulgar…watching his cum drip out of your pussy makes him want to fuck you full again. Yep, take that line in

And like, if he ever knocks you up, god help you both cause his breeding kink will not let either of you rest.

Now, turn offs for him?

Honestly I see Ryomen as constantly horny so there's not many.

You flirting with someone else would be a turn off for him, but he’s also going to kill you for it.

Getting food involved in any way I feel like would be a major turn off for him, that's the vibe I get.

If you tell him you love him in the middle of the act it might scare his boner away, ngl.

….that's it.

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okay first, this one is going to be for my chunky girlies, i’ve been thinking about how much he loves how round your belly is, how nice it feels to just caress while spooning or hugging you from behind, or pressed against his rock hard torso. he could find so much comfort (and lust) in your plush build, you can’t even fathom how much this male worships the ground you walk on bc of your looks. your thighs? need to be wrapped around his face at all times, or else he will cry. your belly? either in his face, or pressed against him, or in his hands. i am firmly convinced that this male loves to just rest his large ass hand on your tummy when ever you two are with people. he squishes it, rubs it soothingly when your sad (or he is), bites it a lil, blows raspberries on it to be goofy and a pain in the ass, traces your stretch marks absentmindedly wigh admiration after sex. cassian just really loves his chubby girl okay?

Cassian is a chubby girl lover fs, no doubt in my mind, forever and always

18+ NSFW

Cassian lives in my mind forever.

IDK why, but Cass truly is the bat boy that I think would love chubby girls the most. OFC Rhys and Az would too, but Cassian lives for the chub. He lives for your plush belly, constantly rubbing it and patting on it. His left hand practically lives on your belly, with his arm wrapped around your waist and holding you right at the plush. The warmth is a constant presence there and it just makes you feel utterly protected. He cannot get enough of how your belly rounds against his hand and how soft you feel.

Any time he can get your shirt off, he will. “Jus’ for a little bit baby, lemme see you,” and “wanna feel you s’bad sweetheart,” and “so gorgeous f’me sweet girl” and “look how stunning’ you are pretty.” He has multiple reasons for doing this. First, he loves randomly bending down and blowing raspberries on your belly to make you laugh. This male has also spent every second memorizing your stretch marks, staring at them honestly makes him go feral. Second, the general loves running his hands against them, the callouses just brushing over your soft skin and feeling the small ridges that come with stretch marks. He spends a lot of time kissing each and every stretch mark and making sure that you know how much he adores them.

After a long day, he loves to stuff his face into your belly. It is his comfort spot. Cass truly gets all grumpy when you have your arms crossed over your midsection to cover yourself and tugs your arms away, “stop that pretty girl, y’know I wanna see you,” and “c’mon sweetheart don’t hide from me,” with the biggest pout because he is the WORST Illyrian baby. He will give you the silent treatment if you don’t let him shove his face into your tummy. “Hmph, gimme tummy time or else…” 🙄 🙄 🙄 🙄 It is sometimes the only thing that will lighten his mood. Sometimes he will throw you over his shoulder, regardless of whatever you are doing, wether it is cooking or cleaning or reading or doing your makeup, if he is grumpy, you will be thrown over his shoulder and he will be landing a smack to your ass as he carries you over to your bedroom, tossing you onto the bed, quickly climbing over you and shoving your shirt up so he can stuff his face into your belly, forcing your hands into his hair and then shoving his arms around your waist as he grumbles about how, “Az is bein a lil’ bitch, won’t go sledding down the mountain range w’me.” And all you can do is grin and stroke his hair while he rants about, “Yeah sure its ‘dangerous’ and ‘irresponsible,’ but c’mon it’s fun and we can use the sleds that are stuffed in the shed of the cabin. Sure those sleds are centuries old and fallin apart and will probably break as we go down the hill and get us killed, but at least it would be fun. HMPH.” You silently thank Azriel for being the rational one of the two while cooing down at your pouty mate and letting him bite softly are ur chub and kiss your stretch marks to calm himself.

Cass thinks you are the softest and warmest being ever. He constantly wants you close by to let your heat radiate off you, or because he wants to hold you. His love language is touch and he will show you that forevermore. Holding hands is a must, your hands barely fit into his, literally his hand can make a fist around yours because of the size difference, but he loves when you grab at his palm or a couple of his fingers. You are running your fingers along his hands and feeling at each of the callouses and bruised knuckles from training, and you bring his hands up for a smooch to his palm every so often that has his entire being flush. He also loves to guide you, resting his hand against your back to direct you through a crowd or in a certain direction. It settles him to know that he can take care of you in every way. Truly, when you are with him, you have no concerns because you know that he will protect and love you more than anyone else ever could. He also plays with your hair on a constant basis, pushing tendrils back behind your ear whenever he kisses your chubby cheeks or plants a kiss on those pouty lips whenever he gets cuteness aggression towards you and squeezes your cheeks and pulls you in for a million smooches all over your face and neck. He braids your hair into traditional Illyrian braids just like how his mother used to braid her hair and he thinks you look breathtaking.

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON YOUR THIGHS. IF YOU HAVE BIG THIGHS??? ITS OVER FOR YOU!!!! CASSIAN WILL NOT LET YOU OUT OF BED WITH THOSE THIGHS!!!!

He wants them wrapped around his face always. His hand will always be resting on your thigh trying to pull you closer to him when you are seated together, and when he can’t pull you any closer because your thigh is fully pressed against his, he will force your leg over his to rest and will stroke your soft skin. Sometimes, he likes to lightly pinch it or smack it so he can watch it jiggle, and others he just likes to have your thigh to squeeze onto. Cass is always leaving marks all over your thighs, whether its from his hands spanking you when he is pounding the living daylights out of you until you are a crying, babbling mess or its from biting your flesh while he spends hours licking and sucking at your cunt. You are guaranteed to always have his mark on your thighs at all times. He loves fucking your thighs too, the soft supple flesh against his hard cock has him spilling all over you, coating you. While we are on the subject, he fucking loves releasing on your tits and tummy. Maybe it is the primal Illyrian male in him, but seeing you marked with his cum immediately has him hardening all over again.

Cass worships the ground you walk on without a doubt. He aches for you at a base level and is thinking about you always. He adores your body and he adores your mind even more. You are without a doubt in his mind, the most perfect being to be created by the gods, you are beautiful inside and out and he will never be able to get enough of you. He often thinks he is undeserving to be blessed with a mate who is as ethereal as the mother herself. He would spend every day the rest of his life proving to you (even though he never has to) how much he loves you. You never have to spend a second doubting that he loves you.

I mean even when he is grumpy that you wont take off your shirt and he is pouting and has his back turned to you with his arms crossed over his chest, he has his foot reaching over to hook around yours to pull you close. The male refuses to make eye contact till you show him your tits but is huffing into your neck and collarbone and planting kisses all over your skin with gentle bites because he can’t ever get enough.

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