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brainrot-of-a-thot · 16 days

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Hey there!

I was wondering if u could write abt Sakura, Togame and Kaji giving lovebites (without realising) to the reader for the first time?

P.S English is not my first language so I’m sorry if it isn’t clear 😅

Tysm!!!

love bites.

or, they hadn’t meant to leave any marks, but they’re really glad they did, featuring: sakura haruka, jo togame, ren kaji

a/n: I gotchu fam, no worries. oh to be marked up by these boys 🤤

c/w: spicy/suggestive content, kind of crack too?, some fluff, biting, hickies, bite marks, fem!reader, established relationships, language, short blurbs!

you knew how you probably looked right now — sequestered into the very corner of the booth, shirt collar flapped up awkwardly and shoulders hunched all the way up to your ears. the parts of your face that were exposed were red and emitting heat that could rival that of the sun.

it was all sakura’s fault.

the only thing that kept your burning anger to a mere simmer was sakura’s feeble reaction; he was in a similar state as you, cheeks reddened and eyes flitting between you and the plate of food in front of him anxiously. his shoulders were tensed, fist clenched so tightly around the spoon that his knuckles were turning an alarming shade of white.

the two of you hadn’t even uttered a word to each other.

“u-uhm, is everything o-okay?” nirei prodded tentatively, eyes darting between the two of you, a shaky smile on his lips.

two grunts were all he received in response.

suo, irritatingly perceptive, tilted his head and fired off a guess, “perhaps sakura got a little too carried away?”

“that’s not it—”

“are you stupid, suo—”

two mouths clicked shut at the same time, and you turned your head to meet sakura’s eyes evenly. his face was still flushed, but his eyes were wide, sort of reminding you of a deer caught in headlights. if you weren’t wearing the same expression on your face, you would have laughed at him.

“oh, my! he did!”

you turned your focus back to suo, momentarily addled by his words — but then you realized that in your sudden haste to turn to sakura, your shoulders had dropped and the collar of your shirt returned to its casual position; which exposed the deep purple marks that littered your neck to your unsuspecting friends.

mortification turned your blood to ice, and you, thinking quickly, flung your hands up to cover both sides of your neck. it may have protected the marks from prying eyes, but it didn’t protect your ears from suo’s teasing.

“oh, goodness. our little sakura is growing up.”

“I really am sorry…”

you sighed and cinched your eyes shut to refrain from glaring at your boyfriend from the mirror. forcing down your irritation your said, as evenly as possible, “togame, I’ve already told you to stop apologizing.”

you opened your eyes once more and lasered your focus on your hair instead of togame’s reflection behind you. you ran the brush through your hair, pulling a large portion to the side and revealing the multitude of purple marks along the side of your throat — there were even a couple of bites sprinkled in, curved into a perfect split-image of togame’s teeth. the sight alone brought back the euphoric feeling of his teeth sinking into the flesh as he rutted into you like a wild animal.

god, he’d completely lost control last night — your hips and cunny were still feeling the consequences of it.

fuck, now you were getting horny; and togame’s sturdy, stupidly sexy body behind you wasn’t helping to rectify it.

“they look bad—”

“they’re not.” you cut togame off quickly, fully aware that if you didn’t he would fall into some ramble about how he should refrain from touching you again.

“but—”

“togame, if you don’t shut up, I will punch you in the throat.”

togame fell silent, but his reflection spoke volumes. his eyes were trained on the marks across your neck, clouded with what seemed to be warring emotions. you bit the inside of your cheek before placing the brush down gingerly on the countertop. togame’s eyes tracked the movement, just as they tracked the movement when you lifted your arm up to grab him by the nape and guide him toward you.

togame’s lean front met the plushness of your backside, his crotch already stirring to life long before you pulled his head down enough so that you could whisper into his ear.

“on the contrary, I think you should leave some more.”

you often heard the second and third years of bofurin refer to kaji as an animal or unhinged beast, but you always assumed that only applied to fighting.

oh, how wrong you were.

kaji was an animal in every sense of the word — and he was unapologetic about it, too.

your neck was still aching, long after his sharp teeth had already slipped from the skin, and the flesh was so tender that one wrong movement could bring shocks of pain to the entire area.

by the time you’d met up with kaji, you could feel salty tears brimming behind your eyes from the amount of discomfort the marks caused.

but, if kaji noticed it, he didn’t acknowledge it; instead, he smirked around the sucker in his mouth and moved your hair to the side to get a better look at the marks.

as stated before — completely unapologetic.

“it was our first time together, you could have restrained yourself a little.” you seethed quietly, slapping kaji’s hand away and stalking forward. you didn’t want to be late to class because of this jerk.

kaji caught up to you quickly, completely lax and content. he folded his arms behind his head as he walked, all the while staring at you from the corner of his eye.

“nah, that was never an option. I needed to show everyone that you’re mine, now.”

god, you hated the way that turned you on.

okay but gentle!bf!togame who can’t help but lose control when he fucks you only to feel bad about it after is making me feral rn

#wind breaker #wind breaker x reader #windbreaker #windbreaker x reader #jo togame x reader #haruka sakura x reader #ren kaji x reader

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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analysis (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: took this not-actually-a-prompt and got carried away heh... 😌

analysis (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~2,200

CW: 18+NSFW, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, oral, spit, squirting

Thirst Fulfilled: I NEED someone to settle an argument between me and a friend-

Do you think sanemi has a big [redacted]-

Because I KNOW he is packing a huge one.

Ps I’m sorry but I don’t know who else to ask 😭

~faqs~

Update as of 12 May 2023: A foreword that these headcanons are first and foremost indulgent !! 😌 They are not intended to be realistic. They’re supposed to be fun. Hot. 🥵 Within the realm of possibility, but not ~normal. 😉

Dick so big it has him blushing 🤭

—I mean, c’mon: Look at him 😳

That being said, it’s also very pretty — not monstrous or scary (besides its size heh)

A nice, rounded head that oozes precum throughout foreplay, sensitive and rosy pink as you flick your tongue across it, thick and heavy balls tightening at the breathy moan in your throat

A delicate vein curves from its base to the underside of the tip, thankfully not too pronounced, bc it’ll stretch you out enough regardless

Speaking of stretch…

Your fingers can barely wrap around its girth — it’s much easier to drool and lap at the shaft than commit to anything close to deep throating (unless your jaw stamina’s through the roof 👀)

Doesn’t exactly groom himself, but that isn’t too much of an issue since it’s not like his pubic hair’s getting in your way too often (re: dick too huge to regularly deepthroat)

As for length, Gyomei’s in the ball park of ~reasonable (10 inches when erect), but it still requires a hell of a lot of prep before you’re fully seated on his cock, ass flush against his flexed thighs while large, sweaty hands grip your hips in a feeble attempt to restrain himself from immediately thrusting into your dimly throbbing cervix

“This okay?” he murmurs, thumbs pressing firmly into the softness of your skin, low groan caught in his chest at the suffocating heat of your pussy, your shaky, faintly pained breaths keeping his desire in check

“Take as much time as you need,” as you use his stomach to steady yourself, muscles rippling beneath your palms

“You feel wonderful,” whispered gently—patient as ever—even as he longs to raise your trembling body up and almost off of his cock, only to fuck the air out of your lungs w/ a single, smooth drop of your wanton weight, unsuspecting wail music to his ears as you convulse in orgasm at the overwhelming pressure of his cock stuffing your puffy walls

Obanai’s closer to average, but he isn’t small (at least, his dick isn’t 😆 #short king)

Def a grower, slim, veiny shaft elongating (to ~6 inches) as you stroke him w/ a practiced flick of your wrist

Not exactly related to his dick, but he also def growls during foreplay, needy and eager to melt into you and to ruin you — just depends on his mood, yanno?

His head is the kind of head that you almost wanna chomp 🤗, all squishy, bulbous, and fat, quickly reddening and weeping precum, making a mess of your fingers

Perfect lubrication for touching yourself while sucking him off, gleam in his eyes at how filthy you are

Typically can’t be bothered to trim his pubic hair, but it doesn’t get especially long anyway — more so coarse and curly

His shaft doesn’t stretch you out significantly, sliding easily into your slick heat, hovering above you as his hands keep your legs parted widely, “You like being splayed out for me, hm?” pinching lightly at your inner thigh, grinning smugly as you whimper contently, “My precious plaything.”

But it (his shaft) does have a wicked, upward curve, tip grinding firm and repetitive against the spongy bundle of nerves deep in your pussy

And its veins 🤤

What he lacks in girth, he makes up for in texture

Plus, Obanai 11/10 fucks aggressive and erratic, pubic bone flush to your clit, friction delicious and constant as he thrusts full force into your hole, sweat dripping from his brow onto your clavicle, his eyes narrowed in lust and passion, balls slapping sticky against your asshole, less concerned about hurting you since he’s aware that he isn’t ~the biggest guy on the block

Altho, if he’s tired, then he lowkey enjoys you on top, edging him w/ every slow and steady undulation of your hips, your tits pressed warm and hot to his chest as he clings to you and the squelch of your cunt

For whatever reason, my immediate thought was: Raging! Hard! On! 😂😍

Kyojuro’s absolutely packing, but still decently proportionate to his stature (177cm aka 5’10”)

—Bc, contrary to porn-pular belief, comically large dicks hurt 😒💀

8 inches erect, and a sizeable bulge when flaccid

—Never thought I’d use this term, bc (imo) it’s hot when I’m horny, but 🥴 when I’m ~sober 😆…

BREEDER BALLS

As much as Kyojuro loves worshiping your pussy, he might love when you worship his balls more 🤭

You kissing, sucking, licking his balls while he jerks himself off = 100% orgasm guarantee

Drooling on his shiny, reddening tip, your spit trickling down between his fingers, making a mess of your lips as you return to fondling his balls w/ your mouth?

110% orgasm guarantee

Prefers cumming on your tits, btw — will stave off his orgasm until you can get ~in position ☺️

Nothing like an even messier round two 😎

Bc, ofc, he is more than happy to reciprocate the pleasure 💞

W/ enough girth to warrant a gradual sinking (vs an abrupt thrust to the hilt), his shaft fills you breathless, its last couple of inches just barely fitting into your heat

“Can’t believe you’re already hard again,” you giggle delightedly, eyes hazy as he smears his cum across your nipple, throbbing head pressing deeper into your pussy, “You’re insatiable, I swear.”

A heady groan is his only response, gaze bright and attentive as always, reaching for your hand, dipping your thumb into his cum splatter, tasting himself on your skin as he maintains eye contact

“Fuck,” you gasp, pussy clenching at his nonchalance, tongue swiping subconsciously along your bottom lip

“Taste?” he offers, enthusiastic tone muted by the determined pressure of him lapping at your other nipple, his cum bitter and warm as he kisses you sloppy and needy, grip gentle on your jaw as he inhales your scent

And then you whisper Umai!

One word: brutal 😵‍💫

Not bc he’s ridiculously hung (i.e. Gyomei), but bc he’s ridiculously good (at using his dick)

—I actually headcanon Sanemi being a ~bashful virgin (sex can be intimate, and intimacy can be scary, but he loves you, so if that means being soft and scared w/ you… then he’s willing to go there 🥺🤍), buuut once he’s comfortable/well practiced?

—😈😈😈

Not much of a show-er when flaccid (and absolutely, positively shriveled when cold 😂), but an ideal 7 inches when erect w/ girth in between Gyomei and Kyojuro (slimmer than Gyo, thicker than Kyo)

His tip seems to get ~angrier the longer you tease him, going from an almost cute pink to an engorged, lustful red — def the hardest part about fitting him in your pussy, breath catching every time he finally slips into your dripping hole

Which, he has to get you dripping before attempting to penetrate, or at least use lube, bc rushed sex + his dick = not super enjoyable

Alternatively, he’ll facefuck you to get his dick wet enough for your pussy, 7 inches manageable, albeit veering on unpleasant, your nails digging into his flexed ass as he shoves himself languid and satisfied into your mouth, head twitching and leaking precum down the back of your throat whenever you gag on his length

“Watch your teeth,” he grunts lowly, tugging warningly at your hair, swallowing a moan as his cock muffles your whimper, eyes watering at his roughness, “Don’t make me gag and choke you,” calloused fingers brushing soothingly—promisingly—at your neck

In terms of pubic hair, he keeps it neatly trimmed, but not clean shaven: he likes hearing—seeing—the filthy mess of your saliva, tears, and precum as he fucks up and into your pussy

“Is this fast enough for you?” he snarls, your body balanced precariously atop his pelvis, grip nearly bruising on your hips as he smirks knowingly, “Obviously not,” pace frenzied as you moan raggedly, “If you’re still moaning like a whore, then it isn’t fast enough.”

Feet shifting beneath him in search of a different angle, grin triumphant and deadly as you shout silently, head tilted backward, tits bouncing in mesmerizing sync w/ his thrusts

“There we go,” he murmurs, balls tightening at your fucked out expression, “There’s my perfect cunt, squeezing all pathetic and hopeless around my cock,” stamina never ending, pussydrunk on the feeling of you, “Can’t wait for you to cum on my cock, gonna make this cunt so fucking sloppy.”

The prettiest dick 😭

—Ik I mentioned Gyomei’s dick being pretty too, but Giyuu takes pretty to another lvl 🥺

Aka Giyuu has the Goldilocks Cock™ 💀

Just shy of 7 inches, w/ thin veins that curl neat and yummy around his shaft — which, btw, is thick enough to have you pushing on his shoulders Slowly, p-please as the tip catches on your entrance, his eyes hooded and glassy as he ignores you in favor of thrusting in further Sorry not sorry at all You feel so g-good

A faint shudder trembles down his spine, pooling in his groin, traveling along his girth, head twitching in the viscous grip of your heat

Maintains a tidy patch of pubic hair, delicate happy trail tantalizing and subtle whenever he stretches 🥱

As for his balls… once again: Goldilocks Balls™ 🤤

Optimally sized for sucking into your mouth, hanging beautifully even, downy hairs tickling your nose as he cups the back of your head, quiet groans spilling from his cherry bitten lips as you glance toward his fluttering lashes, your vision obscured by the muscle of his tensed inner thigh

Giyuu’s fave position?

—for these headcanons, at least 😆

Cowgirl 🤠 #yee #haw

Your pussy clings to his shaft like a greedy vice, creamy essence smearing from your swollen folds to his lower abdomen, tits presented as you arch backward, using his legs to steady yourself as you fuck yourself on his (perfect) cock

“Touch yourself,” he demands softly, spreading your asscheeks w/ surprisingly cool hands, easily supporting your weight, eyes closing at the satisfying smack of your skin bouncing against his

“Touch yourself till you cum,” his biceps hardly straining as you chase your orgasm, rhythm smooth and delectable, “I want to feel you fall apart,” murmured slick and gentle, in stark contrast to the lewd squish of his balls tapping your asshole

“C’mon sweetheart, fall apart for me, so gorgeous on my cock, love feeling you gush all over me.”

—I pondered long and hard about Tengen’s dick (both puns intended 🤗)

—Lemme organize my thoughts for a sec…

—Girth (from wide to slim): Gyomei, Tengen, Sanemi, Kyojuro, Giyuu, Obanai

—Length (from long to ~short): Gyomei, Tengen, Kyojuro, Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai

In other words, as the second tallest, Tengen also happens to be the second biggest 🙃

—I initially considered putting him behind Kyo in terms of length, but 198cm aka 6’6” vs 177cm aka 5’10”... the math just wouldn’t have mathed 😆

Erect, Tengen measures a solid 9 inches, and if Obanai’s dick is veiny, then Tengen’s dick = veins GALORE 😵

“Even my dick is flashy! 😎” “It has ✨decor✨!”

His shaft bends slightly downward (blame gravity — his dick’s so fucking heavy 😌), so certain positions can be a bit tricky, but damn if he doesn’t rearrange your insides 🤪

Def enjoys being the center of attention, fucking slow and confident into your stretched out hole, dirty talk muffled by Makio’s thighs as he maintains a steady rhythm licking her folds, Hina’s index finger slim and practiced as she stimulates your clit, Suma’s tongue gliding wet and hot against Tengen’s taint

“What was that?” Makio coos, eyes twinkling as she grinds firmly onto Tengen’s mouth, “We can’t understand you dear,” squealing when he smacks her tits, “You seem a bit preoccupied, try speaking up.”

“S-shit,” you gasp, gripping Hina’s hand, pressure building as Tengen thrusts sharply into you, “D-don’t encourage him Makio,” whining as Hina latches onto your nipple, sucking lightly

“Why not?” Makio giggles, ass wiggling playfully, “Can’t take it?” knowing all too well that, ultimately, your pussy’s paying the price for her teasing

“Hm, you’re so messy babe,” Suma sighs contently, pausing her ministrations to kiss Tengen’s thigh, lips shiny w/ spit and your essence, “Seems like you want Makio to encourage him.”

Hina nods in agreement, eyes narrowed devilishly, twisting your other nipple, “Her clit’s throbbing,” spoken w/ unbearable casualness, “I think she’s going to cum.”

“Are you going to cum?” Tengen asks conversationally, finally taking a breath from Makio’s pussy, engorged tip twitching in your cunt, “I’ve hardly ruined you, and you’re already spasming on my cock.”

“T-tengen,” you whimper, clenching at his taunting tone, falling forward, cheek smooshed into Makio’s back, “So fucking d-deep,” stuttering as the new angle forces his fat head flush to the entrance of your cervix

“Think we can get her to squirt?” Tengen hums smugly, a hypothetical question, really, as you begin convulsing, pussy gushing messily onto his stomach, Hina’s hand glistening, ignoring your meek mewls of T-too much! as she continues rubbing your clit, Suma lapping at your cum as it coats Tengen’s balls, trickling between his asscheeks

#hashira x reader #headcanons #modern au #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #iguro obanai #obanai x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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greatstormcat · 1 month

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Hey Cat! I was wondering if your inbox was open for requests right now or not, I’m dying for a little something where Price uses to the reader to show the boys how to pleasure a woman, has the poor little read all tied up and spread wide so they boys can get a nice close look at what price is doing 🤤🤤🤤

There must have been something in the air this week because I’ve had something itching my brain about a desperate, stressed out Price needing to vent his frustrations all week. He’s been snapping and barking at anyone and everyone, pushing Ghost and them team to the edge of their sanity. He needs something to take his mind off shit, to stop him from spiraling, and the team call you in to talk him down. The moment he sees you come through his office door the switch flicks inside his head and he’s on you, chair clattering to the floor loudly enough to make you flinch.

He doesn’t pay any mind to the three men in the room, just needs to get to you, to touch your skin and feel you against him. Your muffled protests, only half meant, don’t dissuade his searching, grasping hands tugging at your clothes. If you weren’t pressed up against the door, you’re sure the others would try to leave but… they’re firmly standing their ground.

“John,” you moan as his hot kisses move from your lips to your throat, right over your thrashing pulse. “Maybe we should let them leave?” His rough palm slips inside your underwear at that point and cups your sex, strangling your words.

“No, love,” he bites out, beard rough against your skin. “Gotta show ‘em how it’s done.” He dips a finger between your folds, finding you wet already and groans, the sound making the last of you fight dissolve like smoke.

“Okay,” you whisper, avoiding the three pairs of hungry eyes behind him. In moments you are stripped naked, quick work for so many hands, and laid out over his desk like a sacrifice on an ancient altar. Your hands are bound with a belt and held above your head, and your legs spread wide by strong hands. Sweat beads on your skin as John’s tongue laps and flicks at your clit, his thick fingers dragging in and out of your pussy with obscene accuracy, hitting that spot on ever downward stroke.

All the time, fingers graze over your skin, touching a nipple, stroking your cheek, as Simon, Kyle and Johnny watch in reverence at how you bend and arch in response.

“Bloody hell,” Simon mutters, eyes burning from behind his balaclava as he stares at his Captain’s face buried between your thighs. “She’s something else.” His hand grazes over one of your breasts with unexpected gentleness, teasing your nipple and pebbling the flesh.

“Aye, wonder what she sounds like with a cock in her,” Johnny muses, glancing at Price with an obvious need in his eyes. Price pulls away from your aching cunt, a sad whimper bubbling up your throat at the loss of stimulation right on the verge of orgasm.

“Shhhh, don’t sound so sad,” Kyle quickly tells you, and his warm palm cups your face.

“Gaz, kiss her,” Price orders him on a whim, wiping his chin as he looks at you with a small nod of permission when your eyes snap to him. Without any hesitation the young man claims your lips, soft but hungry and a collective moan rumbles through the room. When a heavy, hard cock begins to push into your aching body you can only assume it's John's as you lose yourself in Kyle’s kiss and moan into his mouth.

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theblueflower05 · 1 year

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you said extra nasty ? i want Neteyam to choke me then slap me (not that hard tho) and spit in my mouth simultaneously 🤤

Ughhhhh. Getting sweet boy Neteyam worked up enough to be brutal with you is hard- but once he’s there? BABY. He’s there.

Lotsa Smut below the cut

Like. It would take days of teasing to make him snap.

Listen we all know I’m a soft submissive Neteyam lover, but I think when he’s dominant it’s in a very body worship kind of way. Like he’s making you come over and over and ravaging your body until you can’t breathe.

So getting him to just jack-hammer you and like take out all of his aggression on you? It’s a delicate formula and it doesn’t happen often.

It’s a multitude of things. It’s the tiny tweng you don for the day, and the way it sits on your swaying hips. It’s you kissing him long and hard as he leaves with the war party- and finally. It’s a hard tug on his tail while he’s chatting with his father and the other Omiticayan generals.

It has him seeing red.

You’re being such a fucking BRAT. Acting out horribly for attention.

And so he gives you all of his attention. Just not in the way you’d expect-

He’s mean. Vicious instead of praising. He fucks you you’re a crying blubbering mess. Drenched in come and sweat and tears.

“Oh yawne” Neteyam croons meanly. He has you pinned to the ground, your thighs spread painfully wide as his hips snap into you. He’s fucking you without remorse- it’s maddening “you need to shut up. You’re being too loud”

How can you be quiet when he’s pounding you like this?

Every breath comes out in a wheezing gasp- knocked out of your chest by the force of his thrusts. Your poor pussy is swollen and over used- so hyper sensitive from the orgasms that he’s wrong out of you that it feels like you’re on fire in your core.

You can’t stop crying. Can’t stop pushing him away. Can’t stop pulling him in for more.

You try to tell him- but all that comes out is a blubbery mess, your voice high and snotty “Can-can’t. Can’t. Can’t”

The huff he lets out is annoyed, he’s so beyond over your shit.

First you want to make him lose it?

Now you can’t even have enough decorum to be quiet- don’t you know the entirety of high camp can mostly likely hear you?

They can hear your pathetic wailing. Your moans. Your slutty cries. You’ll be dubbed the village whore if you don’t shut up.

So he makes you.

Neteyam’s hands have always been gorgeous to you. They’re so strong, all lean and sinew. Capable of murder- but also of incomprehensible tenderness. He’s used them to slit the throats of Sky People, but also to gently braid Tuk’s hair.

They are no less stunning as he reaches up to wrap them around your throat. First one, and then both. Your thin delicate neck completely encased by his big hands as he continues to fuck you.

He chokes the sounds down before they can come.

Your mouth is open- in a silent scream as your golden eyes fearfully search his. He’s never done this to you. It thrills you as much as it scares you.

Neteyam just gives you a reassuring look, before he firmly squeezes at your pulse point.

Your pussy flutters and creams around him and you go limp. The pleasure other worldly. You belong to him, in that moment, and for the rest of time.

“You’re something else” Neteyam laughs at you. Watching your glazed over expression as he chokes you.

You’re too blissed out to speak. Not that you could anyway, with his strong hands around your throat.

You mouth one word.

Yours.

You’re so filthy. You bring out the fucking worst in him and he doesn’t understand why he likes it so much.

When your mouth opens and your pretty pink tongue sticks out- pleadingly- he knows what you want.

Neteyam spits without aim. The globs of his saliva don’t land right in your waiting, open mouth, but all over your face. Mixing with your own tears and slobber.

You’re a complete mess…well. Not completely. Not as much as you can be-

When he lets go of your throat and pulls out of your bartered cunt you breathe a sigh of relief. It’s over, time to cuddle. You need the after care desperately-

Instead Neteyam walks on his knees until he’s crouching by your head. He’s working his hard cock furiously in his fist and there’s a look of determination in his eyes.

You’re as pretty as a picture. Your hair everywhere, long limbs akimbo. Your chest is heaving and you’re still fucking crying. Maybe next time you won’t push him to his limit.

When your face scrunches, brows bones raising cutely and nose all bunched up, he can feel his balls going taught- and then that little tongue peeks out again. Pleading for his release.

He paints your face white white his sticky viscus cum, and watches you shiver at being soiled. You’re limp on the floor of your shared tent- used and shaking.

You asked for this. He has to remind himself. You needed this.

He’s coming down from his high and starting to feel really fucking guilty at the state he’s left you in when he notices your thin tail wagging behind you.

You peer up at him, face covered him his cum and eyes exhausted and glassy…you manage to give him a devious smile.

Eywa, you’re such a brat.

Aaaaaand I’m out. Dom Neteyam isn’t really my cup of tea but I hope I did him justice lol

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam x reader smut #aged up neteyam #smutty requests

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princessbrunette · 4 months

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police chief! daughter x jj is so 😍🤤 Like imagine he has a warrant out for his arrest and your dad and some deputies are out looking for him and he crawls through your window to hide, and you’re all flustered and he’s just grinning saying something like “the chief’ll never assume big bad jj is hiding in his sweet daughters bed” !!!!

just moaned wtf !

₊⊹ ᥫ᭡🛼🩷 ⁀➴

you’re all scared when your window starts sliding upwards in the night, sitting up in your bed with wide eyes, your only defence the hello kitty plushie under your arm. that is until the familiar blonde head of fluffy hair pops up, a goofy grin on his face — almost unbothered like he didn’t totally have a warrant out for his arrest.

“jj!” you gasp when he climbs through your window with the elegance of a reversing dump truck with no wheels. he catches a trinket before his boot knocks it off your chest of drawers, grimacing at himself.

“whoops.” he whispers, holding up an apologetic hand before tip toeing over to your bed, bringing in the smell of outside air and himself with him. “hi baby!”

“you shouldn’t be here!” you stand up on your knees to fuss over him, warm hands touching his cold hands as you glance over at the door, paranoid. he sneaks in a kiss or two.

“we’re fine, i did a 360 of the perimeter— daddy dearest is fast asleep. know that ‘cus his lights off. anyway, how’s my girl?” he smiles, still panting from his journey up to your room.

“you know you have a warrant out for your arrest right?” you nag, wide eyed and nervous as he flops down onto his back on your bed, resting a hand behind his head. he shrugs, like you had mentioned something small and petty.

“minor charges. no offence but your dads a dick— y’know he’s only pushing this arrest ‘cus he’s all mad at me, thinking i’m in his daughters guts.” he inspects a nail when some dirt beneath it catches his eye, picking it out.

“well you are.” you give him a look and he smirks.

“nothin’ gets past that keen police officer intuition huh? i’on know how he didn’t realise sooner, to be honest.” he rolls off the bed, walking over to the door. “this door locks right?”

“yes, why?” you furrow your brows, listening to him slowly turn the lock before giving your door handle a few test wiggles. he turns back towards you, walking towards the bed.

“oh, i’m stayin’ over. that’s cool right? i can crash?” he starts to kick his boots off, toeing them off and kicking them under your bed.

“are you crazy? if my dad catches you—”

“the doors locked. he’s not gonna catch me.” he reaches you, cupping your cheek and staring deeply into your eyes as if trying to convince you. “they’re lookin’ for me out there,” he gestures to the window. “last place they expect me to be is in his pretty little daughters bed, right?” his teeth glimmer in the low light of your room as he grins again before unzipping his pants, kicking them off to climb into your bed. you bite your lip deep in thought, turning around to watch him get comfortable.

“you joinin’ me or what, princess? pretty cold in here without you.”

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sadhours · 1 year

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Harringrove x reader. ur left sharing a small tent sleeping. boyfriend billy on the right steve the left. your feeling some sexual tension w billy despite you both agreeing not to do anything with ur friends. but he wakes up noticing u staring at his pretty face. He can’t help it-moving even closer to u and kisses you. Eating you up. It’s so sloppy. So intimate and cosy. It’s so loud that Steve wakes up. Once he sees you and billy kissing he moves closer behind you and 😳 double p-

1st billy- then when Steve’s about to insert himself you feel slightly nervous- and you whisper Billy’s name. He brings your head onto his neck praising you to take steve. Once steves inside you and ur comfortable-that’s it. They’re using you for their release. Hard and fast. You hold onto Billy’s muscular form almost crying with how good it feels.

some Harringrove moments- maybe they feel their cocks rubbing against each other at one point ?

Sorry for such the detail I’m not too sure abt it- I’ll let you cook this up or change it - inspired from ur amazing Harringrove smut. I’ve never ever requested Harringrove x reader and some may say I have had my big amount of ideas 🤠

🤤🤤🤤

absolutely, being sandwiched between the two of them is my fckn dream

It’s almost like a cruel joke— the way Steve ended up in the same tent as you and Billy. You’re sure it’s been done on purpose because you’d off-handedly mentioned to Billy that Steve looked good in his Scoops Ahoy! uniform the other day. You and Billy were getting some ice cream after your shifts at the pool ended, Steve and him had become quick friends recently. You weren’t exactly sure how it had happened but they were hanging out suddenly and Steve gave you guys discounts whenever you stopped by to get ice cream. Anyways, you’d both witnessed Steve getting shot down by a group of girls and Billy had laughed, suggesting that it was the dumb uniform to which you shrugged and said he looked cute in it. Immediately afterwards, you looked at him with wide eyes, expecting Billy to be angry but he actually seemed amused— intrigued even.

When Billy invited Steve along to the little camping trip with your guys’ group you were shocked at first but figured, they’re friends now so it wasn’t weird. Until it was time for bed and Steve followed you and Billy into your tiny, two-man tent. But it was totally fine, it wouldn’t be weird because you and Billy discussed not having sex during the trip for the sake of your friends. You were loud, everyone would know and you didn’t want to subject them to that.

Billy’s keeping up his end of the deal, eyes closed and steady breathing. The moonlight peeking into the tent shines beautifully on his face and you’re most definitely staring. He’s so pretty it makes your stomach do flips, you could stare him all day and in fact, when you have the time, you do. You watch his eyes barely move behind his lids, you’re a little impressed by how quickly he can fall asleep. As your eyes rake over the curve of his nose you can’t help but reach your fingertips up to brush against it. Billy’s face squishes up in reaction, his eyes blinking open to meet yours and a lazy smirk spreads across his lips. He turns on his side, facing you completely and copies your earlier movement, brushing his fingertips from the bridge of your nose to its tip. You giggle softly and something shifts in the mood, Billy grabs onto your jaw and leans down to press his lips to yours. The kiss is hungry, Billy grunts softly into it before biting your lower lip and tugging on it. You gasp softly and he takes the opportunity to lick eagerly into your mouth, hand moving from your jaw to your breast and squeezing it through your thin tank top. It’s so sloppy and you try to focus on Billy and not Steve’s back pressed against your own but you panic a little bit, knowing he’s bound to wake up to your and Billy’s sounds.

Your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care, shoving his hand down the front of your pajama pants and underwear, cupping your pussy in his hand as he sucks on your tongue. There’s no possible way you can stop the little moans erupting from you, especially when Billy slides his fingers between your folds. Your whole body feels on fire and you can’t deny you’re turned on by the fact that Steve’s so close while Billy fingers you. However, you feel Steve turn over and you freeze, pressing your palm to Billy’s chest to push him back an inch.

“Shh,” your boyfriend smiles at you, “It’s okay, right Harrington?”

You feel Steve’s hand snake over your hip and you feel his breath against your ear, “I don’t mind at all.”

Suddenly, you’re sure they’ve planned this and while you think you should be upset, you’re not. You’re incredibly aroused by it, actually. Billy must feel as much as his fingers slip inside your aching hole with ease and he smirks at you.

“Is this okay?” Steve asks you softly, his hand moving up to cup your breast, “If I join?”

You knit your eyebrows together, wanting to say yes immediately but looking to Billy for reassurance.

“It’s up to you, darlin’,” Billy purrs, lowering his lips against yours.

You gasp as Steve squeezes your tit and Billy curls his fingers inside, “Yes, I want it!”

You feel Steve’s lips curl against your neck just as Billy lets out a soft chuckle before he’s licking back into your mouth. It’s already pretty overstimulating but your body tingles all over when you feel Steve licking and kissing your neck. You moan but it’s stifled by Billy’s tongue while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Billy pulls away, saliva connecting between your lips and he makes a guttural noise as he looks over to where Steve’s sucking bruises into your skin.

He sits up, his fingers still inside you and it’s a team effort between the boys as they awkwardly pull your pajamas and underwear down. Steve grabs a hold of your thigh and pulls your leg over his waist, spreading your legs wide as your boyfriend fingers you relentlessly. Steve’s long fingers find your clit and he rubs circles against it, breathing heavy in your ear.

“Oh, fuck,” you whine, eyebrows raising as your chest heaves with your own labored breathing.

Billy bites his lip, watching as his fingers disappear inside your dripping pussy.

“You’re so wet,” Billy comments, voice low, “Thinking about Steve in his uniform?”

Your face flushes, eyes widening at Billy while Steve scoffs beside you, “Got a thing for sailors?”

Billy chuckles, “She’s got a thing for pretty boys. Don’t ya, sweetheart?”

You can’t even answer, you’re not sure any words would come out so instead you nod, hips writhing against the pair of hands on you. The sounds that do come out of you are euphorically induced, uncontrollable. You’ve always been loud, Billy had to keep his hand over your mouth most times. Out here in the forest, he doesn’t seem to care and you’re too blissed out to even think about it. Everything feels too wonderful. Steve’s kissing your jaw and cheek and Billy reaches his free hand up and turns your face to Steve, groaning when Steve licks into your mouth. It’s different kissing Steve but it’s not bad, he’s not as eager as Billy, he’s slower.

Billy sighs softly and you can’t help but open your eyes and look over at him. He’s got his left hand wrapped around his cock, stroking lazily as he watches you kiss Steve while still thrusting his fingers inside you, but his pace has slowed. It’s fucking hot, seeing Billy so worked up at the sight of you kissing his friend. Steve grinds his hips up and you can feel his erection against the back of your thighs. You feel like you’ve won the fucking lottery or something. Two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen, right here at the same time. You don’t feel so guilty about your crush on Steve anymore.

“Fuck,” Billy exhales, squeezing at the base of his cock. “So hot.”

Steve leans back from the kiss and easily maneuvers you on top of him, your back against his chest. When Billy pulls his fingers out, you stubbornly whine at the loss but Steve’s holding your legs open as Billy positions himself between them. He slaps the head of his cock against your pussy and you moan out, leaning your head back against Steve’s shoulder. Your boyfriend doesn’t tease anymore, prodding his tip against your entrance.

“Pull her legs up, Harrington,” he instructs and Steve obeys, hands smoothing over the backs of your thighs and he holds them up for Billy.

Billy sinks in, groaning lowly as he bottoms out. You cry out, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of Billy stretching you out.

“Jesus,” Steve comments, “She’s loud.”

“Yeah,” Billy grunts, “Have to fucking gag her half the time.”

The way they’re talking about you and not to you is surprisingly hot, you kind of like feeling like an object to them. You’re totally happy to let them use you however they please.

“Your dick is thick as hell, though,” Steve muses, “Poor thing probably can’t help herself.”

Billy laughs lowly, rolling his hips which pulls another sound from you and Billy tsks, “Feels good, doll? Am I stretching that tight pussy out?”

“Uh-huh,” you whine and you can feel Steve groan, the sound from his chest vibrates against your back.

“Just you wait,” he says beneath you and your eyes widen up at Billy.

He smirks, licking his tongue against his bottom lip and nods, “Oh, yeah, we’re gonna stretch you out nice and good, baby.”

“Billy…” you whine out, reaching up to grab onto his shoulders while he thrusts his cock deeper.

“You ready?” Billy asks and you look up at him with uncertainty. He pouts, stroking your cheek with his thumb, “I think she needs to be warmed up a little more, Harrington.”

“I can help,” Steve props his knee up so he can keep your thigh held up for Billy while he moves his hand around to rub at your clit again.

“Ah, perfect,” Billy drawls, “She’ll be ready after she cums.”

He pistons his hips quicker as Steve works against your clit, it’s all so intoxicating and you already feel like your floating up to the clouds. You keep your eyes open, watching your boyfriends face intently as he fucks you open. Billy looks almost drunk, glassy eyes with his lips parted and his eyebrows knit together. He’s so beautiful it makes you feel dizzy. The head of his cock pounding against your g-spot helps, along with Steve’s firm fingers playing at your clit. The pressure building up in your stomach is working quicker than ever before, you’re not even sure how that’s possible. Billy’s gotten to know your body well, he can make you cum pretty quickly when he wants to but this is entirely new. You can’t even bring your orgasm along this fast by yourself.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” you blubber, “i’m… oh my fucking god!”

The pair of them double down, Billy thrusts even harder and Steve rubs your clit faster. You see white as your orgasm crashes into you, causing your body to seize and then thrash between the men. You’re screaming, you’re sure of it, your throat feels raw when you come to, panting against Billy’s mouth, you can’t even remember when he put his lips against yours. You blink repeatedly as he pulls away, this almost devious look in his eyes.

“Goddamn,” Steve grunts.

Billy pulls out of you and lays down on his back, grabbing you and pulling you on top of him. He kisses you deeply, smoothing his hands over your ass before he slips his cock back inside of you. You whine, feeling like you might actually cry. He wraps his arms around your middle and keeps kissing you through the whimpers you make. Then you feel Steve’s cock poking against you and your eyes widen again, looking to Billy with panic. He rubs his big hands against the small of your back.

“Billy…” you whisper, voice shaky.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coos, “You can take him too.”

You bite your lip, nodding to your boyfriend as you wait for the stretch of your life. You’re nervous but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t fantasize about this. “Okay,” you breathe, smiling at Billy.

Steve slides in alongside Billy and they both make low, throaty groans and you’re preening at the sounds. It helps the burn, knowing they’re enjoying the feel of their cocks rubbing against each others. You think about the possibilities of this becomes a regular thing with them. You’d really like to kiss the both of them at the same time. You press your forehead against Billy’s shoulder, trying to get adjusted to the feeling of two thick cocks stretching you out.

“Such a good little cock slut,” Billy purrs and Steve’s hips jerk at his words, urging himself deeper inside you which pulls a cry from your chest.

“Fuck, sorry,” Steve apologizes, hands grabbing onto your hips while Billy’s wrap against the back of your neck.

“No… felt good,” you whimper, grabbing onto Billy’s bulging biceps.

They both seem to take that as the go ahead, rolling their hips and your mind goes fuzzy. Their fingers are bruising where each of them holds you, thrusting in sync brutally. The noises they make flood your ears and you might’ve died and gone to heaven. It’s excruciating, how stuffed and satisfying it feels.

“Fuuuuuck,” you moan out, turning your face to catch Billy’s lips in a dazed kiss. Steve’s hand smooths up your back and grabs a fistful of your hair while he thrusts up inside you. He pushes your face down against Billy’s, forcing the kiss deeper.

Billy’s hands move down to your ass and he pulls your cheeks apart, holding you open while the two of them drill into you. It feels almost unreal, but you chase the fact that this is reality, you’ve really got Steve and Billy’s cocks stretching you out.

“Such a good girl,” Billy purrs.

“Mm, doing so well,” Steve supplies just as Billy smacks your ass.

The praise sends you over the moon, your eyes flutter closed. This is beyond your expectations. This is wonderful. This is earth shattering. This is fucking everything and you’re absolutely drunk on it. They’re fucking you raw, so hard and fast and you’re feeling used in the best way possible. You’re hoping and praying this turns into a regular thing.

“Wish you could see her face, Stevie,” Billy growls, “She looks so fucked out.”

Steve kisses against your cheek before pulling your hair to turn your face so he can see it, “Still with us, sweetheart?”

“Unh…” if they thought you were capable of the English language at this point, they’re sorely mistaken. You’re an absolute puddle. Words barely have any meaning, all you know is you’ve never experienced ecstasy like this and you’re fucking loving every second.

They each give a pleased little laugh, both breathless as they try to feign control, like they’re not both so close on the edge. You feel special, so so so deeply special and on top of the fucking world. The sheer stretch of the two of them shoved inside you made your eyes cross, had your whole body shaking, was so irrevocably pleasurable that you weren’t sure you could recover. They’d fuck you dumb, that much was guaranteed. You realize tears are streaming down your face only when Billy’s wiping them away and kissing you softly.

“You’re taking us so well, baby,” he encourages, “you’re doing so good, you’re such a good girl for me.”

“Billy….” You whine out, grateful you remember any words, particularly your boyfriends name. “Billy, billy….” You chant it because it grounds you, keeps you tied to reality.

Their thrusts match in desperation, both making incredibly pretty sounds that make your ears hot. It’s matched by their strong, big hands moving over your body. There’s a pair grabbing onto your tits, they must be Steve’s judging by the angle which means Billy’s are the pair gripping and pulling at your ass. You’re elated, floating practically as they fuck into you relentlessly. It’s brutal, rough in the way you need. Steve pulls you up by your hair, your back flush against his chest and he kisses you deeply. Billy digs his fingers in your hips, eyes scanning up and down your body and then to where you and Steve are sloppily making out. Steve moves his hand down and presses his fingers to your clit.

“Fuck,” you choke out, all the sensations they’re serving you is becoming almost too much. You can’t tell if you want to push them away or pull them closer.

“Baby,” Billy coos, smoothing his hand up over your side, “Sweetheart, you gonna cum for us?”

“Uh-huh…” you whine, “M’so close… feels so good.”

Steve kisses against your ear before whispering, “Come on, babygirl. Give us what we want.”

You’re sent over the edge, your second orgasm ripping through you with a cry and everything goes fuzzy for a few seconds. Then Steve’s pushing you back down, pistons his hips faster while Billy’s rock up to meet his thrusts. Billy captures your lips in a kiss, there’s hands running all over along your body but you can’t tell who’s who. Then Steve makes a strangled groan and you feel his cum filling you up, at least you’re assuming it’s his by the noise he makes. Billy hums against your lips, moving his hips harder into you and then he’s making a similar sound to Steve and you feel more cum filling you up and you whimper, holding onto Billy’s muscular chest for dear life. The feeling of their cum mixing together inside you is unmatched and you make a small whine as they each pull out of you. Steve collapses beside you and you remain clinging to Billy. You fall asleep like that, Billy rubbing soothing circles against your back and whispering softly how good you did and how beautiful you are.

When you wake up, you feel sticky and honestly, dirty. A shower would be greatly appreciated but as you open your eyes you’re reminded that you’ll be in the forest for one more night so a dip in lake is gonna have to do instead. You hear Steve mumbling something incoherent sleepily and feel Billy’s breath against your face and then you realize you’re sandwiched between the two of them, they’re both holding you tightly. It’s a wonderful thing to wake up to. You feel so warm inside.

Billy kisses your cheek and then nudges his nose against yours, “Good morning, darling.”

You hum, “Morning.”

Steve mumbles something again from behind you and tightens his grip on you.

“Can we do that again?” you whisper to Billy, blushing.

He smirks down at you, “What do you think we’re doing tonight, doll?”

#harringrove x you #harringrove x reader #billy x steve x you #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove smut #billy x steve x reader #billy request #Steve request

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marleyybluu · 3 months

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Oh sista you ate baaaaad with Don Julio even tho we all know none of us needed liquor help when it comes to that man, I am wide open sober papacito ya tú sabes 🥵🤤

Don Julio 2

Best friends brother!Rio x f!black!OC (Honey)

Word count: 3.5k

Content Warning: 18+, smut under your fingernails, p in v, creampie (bcus I have a serious problem atp), two dummies who think no one notices they’re into each other, a bit of flirting, oral (f receiving), we are in missionary today, Rio wears rings 🙃 :)

Lmk if I’m missing any idk I probably am

A/N: surprise, the Rio girlies get fed even though I don’t like this, some parts suck in my opinion but I hate everything I write so what’s new. Not proofread sorry

Suddenly she was so... aware of him, of every molecule and particle that created his form. Now, she notices his hands and the copious amount of rings he wore, how large and wide his palms were and how slender and long his fingers suddenly seemed. She took a swig from her can of Twisted Tea as she sat around one of the tables in their family's backyard. She didn't want to be here, it was too weird for her, but it was his birthday party. She'd been to all of his parties since they were kids and she figured the lack of her presence would be obvious.

She kept her distance though, only saying 'Happy birthday' and 'Here's your gift' when she arrived about two hours ago and hadn't said anything else to him since. But she couldn't keep her eyes off of him, the fantasies of what could've possibly happened that night haunt he in a pleasant way, but she just adored him from afar. Paying extra attention to whom he was talking to.

Vera.

She's a beautiful woman, Honey could give her that, she is probably the same age as him too. She'd been around the neighbourhood long ago but moved and would once in a while return home to visit. She raised her eyebrows, her eyes narrow as she attempted to read Vera's lips to know what they were discussing but she couldn't make out anything, this weird pang in her chest— possibly a smidge of jealousy, was an unnecessary and stupid feeling. She sighs and shifts her eyes to Cherry who had seemingly been watching her the whole time. Honey smiles innocently as if she hadn't just been ogling her brother for ten minutes. Cherry nods to the house, letting Honey know to meet her inside.

Honey excused herself from the table and waltzed her way in through the back door that led straight into their big kitchen, a few family members-- mostly men, were inside the living room watching football. Cherry cleared her throat, her way of announcing she was in the room. Honey spun on her heels and beamed. "What's up?"

"Nothing, I just need help bringing some more drinks out."

She shrugs and they both head down to the basement and to the wall where various boxes of liquor, both strong and light, were propped up. She reaches for the Corona's and the Smirnoff's able to hold one of each. "Can you believe Vera's here? I swear that woman gets prettier with age." Cherry states and there's that kink in her chest again. Honey nods, afraid that if she mutters anything she'll give away the jealousy but her friend continues with; "I wonder if they've been hooking up." She reaches for more Twisted Teas and two boxes of White Claw's mostly for her consumption. Honey swallows and looks at her shoes. "What makes you think that?"

She smirks. "I went into his room, just to steal one of his sweaters, and I saw something pink under his bed,"

Oh god.

"I didn't touch it but I'm assuming they were some panties."

One of the boxes slipped from Honey's hands and crashed to the floor, it popped open and all the cans of Twisted Tea rolled in their own directions. Cherry chuckled. "Are you good?"

"Yeah... yeah, I just— sorry." She stammered, she squats down to pick up those that fell in front of her while her friend grabbed the scattered ones. "Here, take this box and I'll hold some of the cans." She says and they switch. Honey feels like she can't even look her friend in the eye, her cheeks feeling warm and if she was any lighter she'd be as red as a stoplight. They head back upstairs where they meet the birthday boy in the kitchen with his head in the fridge. "What do you want now?" Cherry asks with fake annoyance. He pops up and straightens his posture just like he did when he was younger getting caught doing something bad. "Came lookin' for some more drinks." He says pointing to the boxes, his eyes locked with Honey's and she swore she lost her balance for a split second.

Her face only getting hotter, he was a continuous reminder of that Sunday morning. Cherry raised her eyebrows as her eyes played ping-pong between the two, the silence was awkward and making her uncomfortable. She'd never seen the two be this strange. She dropped the cans and the box of drinks onto the counter, hard enough that the sound would snap the two out of whatever unearthly trance this was. Honey and Rio broke their staring contest, eyes bouncing off in different directions. He helped the two put the drinks in the cooler, he had a spliff tucked behind his ear, and he took it down offering it to his sister. She dismisses him and says she has to find their father, so she leaves the two alone, Rio puts the spliff between his lips and cups the free end with his hand, with his other hand he flicks the lighter and the small flame transfers over to the paper, burning it along with the kush.

Honey just watches him from the corner of her eye when he looks up she darts her eyes forward and begins to sway from side to side. He looks over at her. "Still don't smoke?"

"I do," She lied. "Occasionally." She didn't know why she fibbed, she just did. He chuckles calling her bluff and in some strange urge to prove to her friends older that she is mature enough to smoke, she takes it from him and inhales, she holds it and chokes once before coughing embarrassingly loud. He chuckles and takes the spliff from her, he pats her back but it is no help as she continuously coughs. Now it's becoming concerning. He puts the (still) lit spliff behind his ear and ushers her back inside in hopes of getting her some water.

"I-I'm fine, I sw- cough- I swear."

"Yeah fucking right, mama." He coos grabbing her a bottle from the fridge making sure he opens it for her before handing it to her. Honey tips her head back as she downs the bottle in desperate relief. She comes up for air and sighs with contentment. "Better?" He asks.

"Mhm." She nods and suddenly realizes they're both alone. In the house. In the kitchen. Honey clears her throat and opens her palm, a silent way of asking for the cap. He hands it to her and their fingers brush for a moment, she savours it, a shot of electricity running through her veins. He finds himself blushing and quickly retracts his hand, though he'd give anything to touch her soft skin again. "Thanks." She mutters. "Yeah."

There's that awkward silence and neither of them knows what to do. "Your fault anyway." She says under her breath with quick wit. "You're the one who knows you don't smoke. Why take it?"

"Why offer it to me?" She giggles, he takes it from behind his ear again and inhales as he lets her question sit in the air. He shrugs and blows the thin smoke away from her face. "Didn't think you'd take it."

Honey rolls her eyes. "You've always been like that." He responds. "Like what?" She asks. He shrugs and takes another drag. "What?" She repeats and he continues to serve her with silence. "Well, you've always been an asshole." Honey spits back, now it's his turn to roll his eyes. "Always been like that." She says mocking his words from earlier. They look at each other as the awkward silence becomes less so, it bleeds into a comfortable feeling with each other. Rio's eye quickly falls to her lips and back up to her and she catches it. She witnesses his want for her, dare she say it's a need. And between the head buzz of both kush and liquor his mask was faltering, the longer she stared the softer his features became for her.

"I need you to kiss me..." She whispers and trails off, the statement taking the both of them by surprise, he'd ask for reassurance but the slight desperation in her voice and the positiveness in her face were more than enough. Rio doesn't hesitate. He kisses her like his life depends on it and maybe it did. His hands cup her cheeks drawing her closer to him. Their bodies pressed against each other and the kiss quickly rose from slow and sweet to hot and steamy. She slides her hands under his shirt, her fingers dance along the warm skin of his smooth back. He licks her bottom lip as a response and she gladly invites him in. Honey feels herself stumbling back as their tongues fight in the name of lust, she finally hits the counter and is hoisted on top of it.

"Wait..." She mumbled but it fell on deaf ears as his lips met hers again, she moaned into the kiss and gently pushed him back. "Someone's gonna see us." She laughs breathlessly. It was a miracle no one did already. He wraps her legs around him and lifts her off the counter. "You sure about this?"

She nods and he carries her up the stairs while making sure the coast is clear. He takes her to his bedroom, the place where it all started, and closes the door and locks it. "How long do you think it'll be before anyone notices you gone?"

"Who would notice?"

She playfully flicks him against his temple. "You are the birthday boy remember?"

"Worry about it later." He huffed and before she could get another word out he shut her up with another kiss. His hands shift her dress up around her hips, the cold air of his room creates prickles against her mahogany skin. He rests her down on the bed, her back contacting the very soft comforter and the memorable mattress. The best damn sleep she ever had was on that thing. His lips travel to her jawline and along the side of her neck. She turns her head giving him more access to her sweet spot he so seemingly remembers.

Her toes curl at the teasing, the anticipation, for once she wanted to skip foreplay and just go straight to it. Her eyes flutter as he sucks on her supple skin in hopes he'd leave a mark, another thing to spark her memory of him. Honey softly moans when his fingertips play with the strings of her thong, pulling them down and exposing her wet and needy pussy. She gasps at the friction from the band of his boxers rubbing against her swelling clit. Her eyes wander the room and land on his doorknob, she squints and giggles. "What?"

"Are... are those my panties hanging from your door?" She snorts. He quickly turns his head and blushes. "Maybe."

"You want these too?"

"Don't tempt me." He says before attaching his lips to her neck once again. She lightly scratches at his back. and whines as her aching hole clenches around nothing. He finally undoes his jeans, and the sound of his belt hitting the floor only adds to the tension, she almost whimpers when his shirt is next to go and his body is on display for her and her only. Rio's hands waste no time caressing the back of her legs as he pushes them back, his eyes so fixated on her swollen sex, he places his thumb on top of her clit and rubs slow circles on her sensitive nub. She sighs with pleasure as her eyes close, his thumb soon trails down her slit collecting her slick.

His middle and ring fingers follow the same path before they find their way inside her. "Oh." Honey mewled as they planted themselves deeper, her eyes slowly rolled to the back of her skull when he started playing with her pussy. He pushed his fingers in and took them out at a languid pace. The sounds of her wet pussy squelching with every pump of his fingers erupted through the room, bouncing into his ears and running straight to his dick as if it couldn't get any harder. He had to make this quick before anyone got suspicious.

"I promise mama, next time I'll take real good care of you." Rio coos in her ear before pulling away and ridding himself of his pants and boxers.

Honey softly whines and clenches at the promise of a next time. She watched his painfully hard dick spring out and hit his lower abdomen with a hard this. Her eyes slightly widened as if was her first time seeing him. Wondering how she took all that. "You scared now?"

Honey sat up on her elbows and shook her head, she looked up at him through her fresh set of lashes. She slowly spreads her legs wider. His eyes fall between them and his tongue swipes his bottom lip. "Next time..." He softly repeats to himself as a reminder. "Next time..." He pulls her to the end of the bed and drops to his knees in front of her, he can't wait until next time. He just needed a little taste.

His head disappears between her thighs and she's greeted with the warmth of his tongue between her swollen lips she glitches at the contact but soon relaxes when a kiss is pressed against her clit before it was followed up with his tongue once more. Her eyelids fluttered. He was practically making out with her pussy, wet and sloppy sounds made themselves known-- thank goodness the music could drown them out. Gasps and whines leave her lips, her toes curl, her body rendering her powerless against his regime, especially when his thumb starts to tease her hole with small circles.

His hands ran over the back of her thighs and hooked in the space provided behind her knees. She's writhing under his touch, her hands gripping onto his sheets for dear life. "Oooooh, yeeeesss." She slurs lost in her pleasure.

Rio smiles at her continuous babbling, half the words he could barely make out himself. Honey's moans were going straight to his dick making him harder than ever it was almost painful. He, unwillingly, pulls away and she lets out a frustrated sigh. He smacks her thigh and shakes his head. "You're getting what you want, mama, relax. Yeah?"

He gives her no time to respond before he guides himself inside her heat, she's beyond wet and sticky, he knew he wouldn't last. Her back arches with every inch he puts inside her, she cries out as her hand quickly flies to his lower abdomen. "Fuck, wait..." She protests, swearing she can't take anymore.

"Honey, if you don't move that hand." His tone let her know it was a warning, she whines as she takes her hand back. Her jaw slacks so much it touches her chest, he's in and he's in deep. He retracts only a little bit before going in for more. He drives his hips into hers at a tantalizing rhythm. Honey's head falls onto the soft mattress, she lays there and all she can do is take what he's giving to her like a good girl.

A string of poetic and vulgar moans leave her system, telling him how big he is, how deep he is and how good he's making her feel. He can only respond with his grunts and praises, leaning over to bury his head in the crook of her neck, whispering some of the filthiest things she'd ever heard. "That pussy is soaking for me, huh? Guess it wasn't the Don Julio, after all, you fucking like this?"

All she can do is nod, the air from her lungs has been knocked out. The bed is rocking, creaking to the beat of his strokes, the small fear of being caught or heard had dissipated and her sole focus was on the man on top of her. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Her nails dig into his flesh while his teeth graze over her neck, his tongue gracing the same area. Rio pounded into her until he felt her tighten around him, he looked at her to catch her love faces. The way her jaw drops and her eyes roll to the back of her head, her eyelids fluttering from the intense pleasure and the euphoric feeling. And he just keeps going. Dragging it out, making sure she lets out everything. All of it. But she can't take it anymore, it feels good but she's so sensitive from the explosive orgasm, that her hand goes back to his lower abdomen.

And Honey gasps out of shock when her hands are suddenly pinned to the bed and above her head. "I told you to move your fucking hand didn't I?"

"Fuck! Baby, I can't take it." She pleads. "But you took it so well last time mama. I remember it."

Her eyes gloss over. "Telling me you don't remember? The way you kept asking me, begging me for more. For me to go deeper, for me to fill you up all the way."

She nods lazily, though she can barely tell what she's agreeing with. "Yeah? So, you can take it. Look how well you're doing right now."

Rio mumbles into her neck, he lets go of her hands and they immediately hug around his neck. "There she is." Her heels dig into his lower back, she wanted it deeper if it was possible. "Fuck me, please." She whines and it's barely a whisper. He pushes himself deep and stills his hips. "You asked so nicely darlin'." He rasps.

She's pinned between his body and the mattress, she could feel a devilish smirk against her skin before he isolates his hips— rotating them sloooowly. He's losing it too, just trying to keep his cool but he was at his tipping point. His tip nudging against her g-spot and her lush walls contracting around him. "You wanna cum baby?" She whispers and now it's his turn to nod as he loses his words. "You can cum inside me." She purrs feeling another orgasm pulling through. Rio plunged into her, she's coating him with her sticky pleasure. He stills once more and soon he's pouring everything into her, she giggles lazily. "Mmm, so warm."

He chuckled and shook his head planting a passionate kiss on her cheek. And they lay like that for a while, vibing in their post-coital glow— sweaty, hot and satisfied.

But as time passes they realize they have to go back before anyone truly notices anything. He cleans her up and himself and then begins to get dressed, in silence, which feels awkward. Neither of them knew what to say.

After they get dressed, Rio sneaks out first just in case anyone is inside the house— especially on the lookout for his sister but when he confirms the coast is clear he knocks on the door twice to let Honey know they are fine. The small action causes her to smile to herself. "I have to fix my hair." She softly says and hears a muffled, "Take your time, baby."

Her heart leaps and the little girl inside her begins to glow which causes her cheeks to heat up and if she were any lighter she'd look like a tomato.

After making sure she looked decent she creeps out of his room and closes the door quietly, but as she heads to the top of the steps she hears, "Honey?"

You've got to be kidding.

She quickly spins on her heels and smiles, seeing Cherry in the door frame of the bathroom, she reaches to turn off the light and crosses her arms right after.

"Hi, Cherry."

Her friend's eyes dart between her and the bedroom door. "What are you doing in Rio's room?"

Honey's throat had suddenly run dry and her brain had flushed all the excuses in the world. She had nothing to say. What could she say? It wouldn't be believable regardless. Her mouth opened with the incentive to speak but nothing but croaks of awkwardness.

"Are you-"

"Honey!" A sudden call comes from downstairs. It's Rio looking up at them from the first floor. "Have you seen- oh there she is. Honey and I were looking for you. Bring your big heads downstairs I'm cutting the cake."

She could feel a bead of sweat forming at her hairline. "I'm getting the second slice!" Honey childishly announces bolting down the stairs. "No! I am!" Cherry follows suit and they both bolt down the stairs. Honey slows down allowing her friend to pass her. She squeezes his arm as a silent thank you and he nods at her.

Everyone is outside and gathered around the table waiting for the three of them to arrive. Cherry and Honey stand with the birthday boy as their mom lights the candles.

"One... two... three."

They begin to sing, and while everyone is looking at him he can only pay attention to one person. Honey. She giggles and puts her head down trying to hide her ginormous smile. Everyone else was too busy singing to notice, but Cherry... oh Cherry noticed. Something was going on and she needed to find out.

Now.

🏷️: @darqchilddaydreamz @rio-reid-whoreee @skyesthebomb @realhotgurlshit @lovedlover @librarian1002

Might be interested: @bigenergy777 @educatorsareslutstoo

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#marleywrites #marleysfanfictions #rio good girls #smut #minors dni #rio x black!oc #rio x black!character #Rio x fem!OC

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wintersera · 9 months

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could u do reader having an oral fixation on Giselle boobs 😵‍💫🤤🤤

cw: nipple play, just boobs :))

OH LETS TALK ABOUT IT BC I LOVE AERIS BOOBS AS WELL??? so like for general things, i’ve mentioned nipple play like once in my fics but briefly- but aeri has sensitive nipples in my opinion. also they’re puffy and pink 🤭

hmmmmm i could just imagine reader being the 5th member of aespa. all of you guys are practicing for a new song being released verryyy soon- the other three member pretty much had the choreography nailed down to a t, but you and aeri were struggling with some of the moves.

you all deciding that yizhuo, minjeong and jimin should go home and rest up bc they’re done for the day and, obvs, they’re tired as hell </33 which leaves you and aeri alone in the room.

NOW- the part you stuggled with was a part in the choreo where you were really close to eachother. so you know in aespa’s “don’t blink” choreo where aeri takes her hands and puts it on nings chest 🤩 it was somewhat similar to that, but you were the one to touch her chest (YESSS!!!)

not thinking much abt it, bc naturally you were really touchy and clingy with the other members including aeri- your hands went to touch her chest for like the nth time today and she lets out a small whimper. that caught you off so bad that you had to step back with your jaw hanging widee like FR 🤯 mindblown and everything- you just watched her as she hid her face with her hands, covering her pinkish blush awwh.

perverted you wanted to touch her chest even more now, she was so shyyy bc that’s her weak spot and you discovered it by accident :<< giving in bc she was already turned on earlier bc of the multiple amounts of times you’d practice that part.

sitting her down on the couch (i think there was a couch in the sm practice rooms?) you lift up her shirt and then her bra- quickly swooping down to take her nipple in between your teeth, biting gently, your tongue occasionally flicking over. moving to her other breast you did the same. being in between aeris boobs, you let a satisfied little groan, you were so happy that she let you do whatever you wanted to do.

picking up your pace you start circling your tongue, making sure to switch between her boobs now and then :)) for equal pleasure!! aeri felt weird, she felt her tgighs squeezing together as you kept sucking and licking. was she fr about to cum from you latching onto her tits?? 😭😭

yeah she did. letting her hands rest on the back of your head pulling you closer to her tits, covering her mouth so thag her moans don’t echo through the room.

#wintersera #kaye: imagines!!#aespa smut #aespa giselle smut #aespa x fem reader smut #aespa x reader smut #giselle x fem reader smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #kpop girl group smut #fem!reader

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im-leaking · 9 months

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NSFW Omorashi

Holding until 12am challenge. It is 10:23pm and I kinda have to go. I’ll drink water at 11pm to make it harder but I don’t think I’m gonna make it until 12 because I’m at maybe 4/10, it’s not bad but it’s a little distracting.

11:00pm: I don’t have to go that badly maybe at a 5/10 but drinking water… I don’t know if I can hold much longer after that…

11:10pm: finished my drink. I do kinda have to go potty.. it’s not bad but pressing on my bladder is starting to… you know.

11:18pm: I tied myself up into a harness. I’m now naked, nearly leaked a tiny bit on the bed when tying it on myself. I tried to get the one rope around my bladder as tight as possible. It’s so embarrassing, I kinda have a wedgie and my pussy is already so wet and these ropes aren’t helping.. 😣

11:24pm: my pussy looks so cute squished between the rope. My little dick is so hard too and I’m playing with myself to make it harder. Still not bursting, just really excited. If I don’t get desperate I’ll extend the time and wait.

11:30pm: watching videos of people able to get relief while playing with myself.. I nearly had a little potty accident because I’m also spreading my legs wide… I might leak even though I don’t have to pee to bad. It’s maybe a 6/10 but masturbating makes it hard… 😣😣

11:38pm: MPH! I leaked a little.. I’m at a 7/10 and pressing my bladder is really starting to take affect. This video was so hot but when the girl started going (oh it looked like she had to potty so badly) I just let out a leak as if it was time for me to start going too! I need to hold. Not much longer.

11:41pm: this video is so hot. The girls are getting vibrators on them and they’re exploding in their pants… I really wanna go tinkle.. it’s only getting worse and worse… I’m so close to cumming too but I really cannot let myself.

11:47pm: listening to water noises and doing some omo challenges. I have to lay with my legs spread for a minute and not squirm and I feel like I’m about to piss the bed. It’s at a 9/10 now easily and pressing my bladder will probably make me explode, which is the next part of the challenge. The rope on my abdomen is making it so hard.. massaging my bladder now and I leaked a tiny bit. I don’t know if I can make it.. MPH.. leaked. BIG LEAK.

11:53pm: moved to the bathroom because I am about to SOAK.. still listening to water sounds. Now I’m sitting on the toilet still naked with my harness on listening to these noises and I’m trying to not let go right now. When it hits 11:59 I’m gonna flush and wash my hands with warm water the rest of the time. Touching my bladder is making my pussy leak and mmm I have to potty so so so bad… 😣 I’m spreading my legs now and my goodness these are the longest minutes ever. It’s 11:58 now and I only have a little longer. I keep dripping and… I don’t think I’m gonna hold when washing my hands..

11:59pm: DRIPPING ON THE FLOOR BUT MY RULE IS I HAVE TO WIPE IT CROUCHED WITH MY LEGS SPREAD. WERE GONNA HVAE A REPEAT OF THAT ONE TIME..

12:07pm: I didn’t take that long cleaning up. Had a few leaks and ended up grabbing my pussy to make it stop 😣 after I cleaned it up I jumped in the tub, laid down, spread my legs and started gushing when rubbing my dick. I was squirting all over and came so good 🤤

Mission: success! I made it to 12:00am!!

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mychlapci · 24 days

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🤤 hehe hehe thanx mychlapci hehe hehe they’re all turned on by roddy suffering through birth.

They love seeing him with painful stretch marks as he carries sparklings so much bigger than him. How wide his valve stretches out to push eggs that grow mers so big later on they just have to keep him bred even at the cost or his health.

Roddy even gets sparked by Drift a couple times because the experienced mer can spark other bots he just prefers to carry. Drift can’t help but be turned on by how full and in pain Roddy is. That slit is addicting and seeing him go from tiny twink to swollen carrier is just…

Well they become one of the most thriving pods because Ratchet can’t keep his servos off Drift or Rodimus.

I can imagine Pharma trying to attach those two. He knows early on not to attack Drift so he uses words and even then he’s scared and Roddy? Poor Roddy is why Pharma is kicked out because he made the mistake of leaving a scar and attacking a carrying mer and while Roddy got his lick back it was nothing compared to what Drift Ratchet and some of Ratchets other on and off carriers do.

Especially when they find out Mer carrier optimus is Rodimus’s carrier and he is pissed his sparkling got hurt. So now his carriers Optimus and Megatron and Sire/ Megop’s stud & conjunx Elita one show up and there is hell to pay.

The look of shock on their faces when they see megoplita and megop with their huge bellies fighting so easily before comforting their carrying sparkling who has a fresh scar and elita who is truly a force to be reckoned with eventually calming down after the fight and committing canabilism to purring wrapping her tail around her conjunxs and sparkling and fawning over her new grand sparklings.

…sorry if this is too much brain went burrr

mhmm Rodimus carries such large eggs for his mates, belly stretching out until he’d sunk to the ocean floor and needs to be constantly pampered because he can’t swim away... Drift and Ratchet help him with the eggs by pushing down on Roddy’s swollen tail, holding him when he starts crying, begging for it to stop… But he’s such a good carrier, his eggs are large and the sparklings come out fat and strong. It’s like he was made for it… Pharma is so jealous, probably. He’s wanted to be Ratchet’s best carrier for ages now! It’s why he tries to get rid of him…

Oh I love stud Elita with her two carriers Optimus and Megatron… coming to help out because they know their littlest sparkling is having trouble carrying so many eggs and now scarred by Pharma, maybe they stick around the pod and for a while…

#valveplug #pregnancy mention #texty #birth mention #birth #merformers

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callsignspark · 5 months

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Hello, yes. It’s me.

Tell me more about the frat boy Bob college AU!

this is one of my favorite AUs I have bubbling in my brain because frat boy Bob? he’s a sexy sweetheart 🤤 also this is like 80% @withahappyrefrain’s fault because she’s the one I originally word vomited this onto

it all started sometime last January when Rainey posted that photo of him on his birthday and his keys were in the photo, a gym membership tag on the chain. (and it’s a crime I can’t find it rn omg) but it really cemented my favorite thing about Lewis. which is how he’s so “just a guy” all the time. famous dad? just some guy with a gym membership tag on his keys. second tier character in 2022’s biggest movie? just some guy who does theater in his spare time. he has two hats, and three shirts, and one pair of boots. I like him so much because he’s Just Some Guy™ - just a simple man. I adore that about him. having said all that: I present my frat boy college!Bob AU

Bob feels like someone you would have gone to college with, had a huge crush on for all four years, then forget about after graduation. But not without a lot of work to stop those feelings and pining, but eventually, a few years later he floats away. Except for those few times he appears on a mutual friend’s social media. And every time you see him on social media, the crush reignites. Just a little tiny bit.

One day you run into him randomly and find out he’s moved to your city. He doesn’t know anyone else and you exchange numbers, you learn he actually did you know in school. He actually had a crush but didn’t do anything about it and would you like to go out now?

Because Bob was the cool nerd in school. Like he’s quiet and shy, so studious and freaking brilliant. But he’s also in a frat somehow and on the baseball team at a school that doesn’t care about baseball. So he’s absolutely in shape and at the gym in his free time but no one ever notices how big his biceps and how handsome and funny is his because they’re staring at the football players.

But our leading lady notices him.

She likes the quiet guy from her creative writing class (an elective for both of them) who has the same backwards baseball cap on every time she sees him at the gym. Bob also notices her at the gym when he goes in the evenings for him team workout. His morning workout is rowing in the river in town, and if the dock where he likes to start his mornings happens to go by the apartment building where his pretty classmate likes to do homework on her balcony while the sunrises? Well that’s just a bonus.

She’s part of the school’s dance ensemble club (a relaxed, just for fun, non-performance version of the dance team) and he loves the glimpses he gets of her through the studio door. Her smile is always so wide and bright as she moves to the music in the little studio. The studio which is conveniently next to the weight section he always ends his workouts in. They frequently end up leaving the gym at the same time and always give each other polite smiles. He eventually gets brave enough to open the door for her and it becomes a little tradition that he quick walks ahead to grab it for her. Eventually they get up to exchanging “thank you” and “have a good night” and smiles but they never talk more than that.

Cue graduation and real world starting. And bam then they’re running into each other at a gym. As he’s finishing his last cool down stuff he notices a familiar head and watches as she walks out of a barre class. He scrambles to open the door for her - his established way of flirting!!! - and our story begins. There’s nothing sexier than a courteous man. Especially one that has sweaty little curls poking out the sides of his hat!! And once they tumble into bed she finds out how much sexier those sweaty curls are when she’s the cause of them.

#he’s sweet and sexy and he likes when those curls are yanked on 👀#robert bob floyd #wip game #<- kinda it’s my wip tag

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Hi! I love your work so much

This is my first request ever🤣

It was so difficult finding fics with Skirata’s, Delta’s etc boys! You are a breath of fresh air, truly.

I'm a sucker for Niner🤤 (and Mereel, or Sev🥴)

Idk! I had this idea in my mind like coming back to Kyrimorut, always have been in love with reader “secretly”.

Prompts “I want you. I need you.” with some seasoning like ❝ i think you're probably the only one who understands me. ❞ or ❝ not one person is more important to me than you. ❞

🫡🫡 SMUT SMUTTY🫡🫡

Make what you want really, i love ALL your works😂

Thank you and take care💞

Saludos desde 🇪🇸🫨

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Summary: A plate of cookies that Niner doesn't want to share, leads to a delightful change of your situation with him.

Pairing: Niner Skirata x F!Reader

Word Count: 1254

Warnings: Smut, cock warming

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Well! I am honored that you chose me to be the first person you sent a request to! I hope you enjoy this! I wasn't able to make the full smut work, so I hope this is okay!

“Welcome back!” You grin up at Niner as you push away from the wall when he steps off the ship.

Niner pulls his helmet off and flashes you the smallest smile, “This is a surprise, I wasn’t expecting you to be waiting for me.”

You make a face, “No such luck, I’m afraid. I’m waiting for Kal. He has a message from Kamino.” He looks disappointed for a moment, so you favor him with your warmest smile, “But I am happy to see you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You peek around him, “But, um, I have to get back to work, and I’m sure you have things you need to do. I made some cookies, and left them in your locker. I hope you like them.”

“I’m sure they’re…great.” But you’re already gone, hurrying over to Kal to deliver the message to him, and then you’re gone from the hanger, heading back to your office.

Though you do take a moment to wave at Niner before you leave. He is your favorite, after all.

******************

Later that same day, after you’ve handed the comm over to the night shift person (an older woman with a pinched face who cannot stand working with clones, which is why she chose night shift) you retire to your suite.

And you’re pleasantly surprised when you reach your room and you see Niner waiting for you. “Niner, I thought for sure you’d be resting.”

“Well, I have a bunch of cookies and a bunch of asshole brothers, so I thought I’d come and eat them in a place that’s safe and no one will steal them.” Niner replies with a broad grin.

You grin right back at him, and open the door to let him in, “Sorry for the mess.”

“I assure you my bunk is messier,” Niner replies as he follows you into your suite, “Although, I don’t have quite so many…lacy things around my room.” He adds with a wide grin as he picks up a bra that’s hanging off a chair, “I didn’t know you had so many lacy things, honestly.”

You flush, rip the material from his hands, and then fling it across the room. “They can’t go in the dryer! That’s the only reason it’s out.”

Niner is staring at you like he’s trying to puzzle something out, “Do you always wear lace? Are you wearing lace right now?”

Your face burns, “...I might be.”

His lips part for a moment, and he sets the plate of cookies on the table, “Can I see?” He asks, his gaze locked with yours, “I know, it’s kind of a weird request, but…”

“But?”

“But I want you.” Niner pauses and then laughs at himself, “Want is kind of an understatement, actually. I need you.”

You flush, “You…Niner-”

He takes a step closer to you, and reaches out to brush the back of his fingers against your cheek, “There’s not one person who’s more important to me than you are.”

His fingers trail from your cheek to your neck, and then settles lightly at the base of your throat, just over the top most button of your uniform. “I didn’t think you were interested,” You admit, your voice quiet, “You never indicated one way or the other.”

His deft fingers pop the first button open, and then, when you don’t move to stop him, he nimbly opens the rest, and pushes the material onto the floor. “I’ve wanted you since the day we met.” Niner leans in and hesitantly presses his lips to a spot beneath your ear, “You were wearing your hair in a knot on the top of your head,” He murmurs, “And all I could think about is how you’d look with your neck covered in my marks.”

“That long?” You ask.

He hums in response, and lazily nibbles on that spot under your ear, and then he grins when you moan. “You like that then?” You press your lips against his clothed shoulder, your face burning, and you gasp when he does it again, “Yeah, you like that.” Niner teases.

Your face burns a little hotter, and you avert your gaze.

He pulls away and swiftly tugs your shirt up and off, leaving you in your bra and your pants. Niner tosses your shirt to the side, and his gaze immediately locks on your breasts.

You nervously cross your arms over them, “I know they’re not the biggest-”

Niner catches your hands and lightly pulls them back down to your sides, “They’re perfect, just like you.” Once he’s sure that you’re not going to try and hide from him, he brings his hands up to lightly trace the lace lining the edges of your bra.

Your breath catches and you moan, “Niner-”

“You’re so much softer than I ever imagined.” He breathes out, “Stars, I could just touch you like this for hours.”

You huff out a breath, and you reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck, and you tug him down to crash your lips against his. Niner releases a breathless laugh against your lips, his arm sliding tightly around your waist to hold you tightly.

“Impatient,” He chides, once he breaks the kiss.

“I’ve been patient.” You counter, your hands sliding under his top, “I’ve been so, so patient. I’m done being patient.”

He grins, “Alright, cyar’ika. What do you want?”

“I want you naked, and I want you to fuck me so good that I can’t walk tomorrow.” You say as your lips hover over his for a moment, “And if that’s not acceptable for you, I want to ride you until neither of us can think straight.”

Niner groans at your words, and he releases you to take a step back just long enough to rip his clothes off and throw them to the side, “You riding me until neither of us can think straight sounds like a good start,” He says breathlessly, before his lips are against yours again, and he’s tugging you backwards towards the bed. “Clothes off, cyar’ika.”

You stumble a little bit as you peel the rest of your clothing off, tossing everything to the side to be dealt with at another time, and then you’re pressed firmly against him.

His hands glide across your body with a fever boarding on desperation, and you can totally understand, after all, you never thought you’d get the chance to touch him like this.

Before you can blink, he’s laid out on your bed, and you’re straddling his hips. His hands are on your hips, supporting you, and your hands are sitting on his chest for support.

Slowly, you ease down his length, and as soon as he’s settled completely inside you, your head tilts back as you adjust to the feeling. Praise falls from Niner’s lips without him really thinking about it, and he gazes up at you in adoration.

You’re about to start moving, when he drags you down so he’s able to kiss you. “Can we just stay like this, for a bit?” Niner asks, as he holds you still.

“You don’t want-?”

“Oh I do. I do want. More than I can put into words.” Niner reassures, “but I need this, just like this, just for a bit.” His grin is a little crooked, “How long can you hold out, cyare?”

You laugh softly and press your forehead against his, “As long as you want me to.”

And then he’s kissing you again, and for a moment, you think that this is what love must be.

#star wars #tcw #niner skirata x reader #niner x reader #answered asks #x reader fanfiction #18+ fic #clone thirsting

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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djskdkfkfjd honored my horny ask got u out of writers block </3 reliably I have another one for u.,, thigh/boot humping 🤤 they have to work to deserve ur cock/strap so you make them cum over and over on ur boot or thigh… if it’s the boot you could make them lick up their cum— their thigh they better be creaming their underwear because don’t want them making a mess of ur own pants right <3 either semi crushing their dick/clit with ur foot or bouncing ur thigh when they’re riding it… similar ask to the vibrating nipple ring one— which yans would be embarrassed and humiliated and which would be shameless and desperate to please u, even as they tear up from overstim <3

- 🐓

YESYESYESYESYESYES

i know for a FACT CEO yan would have a major fetish for this. maybe you make them kneel in front of you for forgiveness but youre still upset even after seeing their desperate, ashamed face so you step on their thigh, putting your weight into it so its sure to leave a mark. you two are in the middle of the office but everyone else is pretty used to these weird displays of dominance, not even sparing yall a glance and then it happens.

their eyes go wide and they shudder, gasping sharply, eyes getting glassy as the reality of what just happened sunk in. theyre barely able to look at you!

luckily, youre merciful and lead them to their private office, subtly covering their crotch with your body and the second their door is closed and locked, they fall to their knees in front of you and spread their legs, letting you step on them again.

GOD and if you have long legs???? you bet their favorite thing will be grinding against your boot/calf while kissing up your leg, groping your thighs, looking up at you with a love drunk look as they cum over and over (unless you put a chastity thing on them..). they def would spend an entire day humping your leg or thigh, not shameless but thoroughly embarrassed about their kink which only turns them on more. theyre completely aware of how perverted they are for being into this but it feels so fucking good that they cant stop, shyly asking you if its okay for them to lick your shoe/leg clean when they get cum on it

sensitive yan, girly yan and housewife yan would be the only ones who wouldnt be embarrassed though, just happy to be touching you! but if you want them to be ashamed, just be sure to degrade them!

big bad, rival yan, stoic yan, those types would be on FIRE from shame if you ever caught them 'subtly' grinding against your thigh or if you decided to punish them by stepping on their thighs and they ended up cumming in their pants. hot faces burning with shame but not enough shame to stop them from drooling on themselves, moaning likes whores, clinging to you as they cum over and over again and i hope you have a sadistic streak because if you ask them to lick your boots clean after? theyll be getting off to that idea for years

#asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere smut #ceo yandere #sensitive yandere #rival yandere #big bad yandere #girly yandere #housewife yandere #stoic yandere

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Royal Respite and Midnight Melody!

The two I’m most excited about 🤤🤤

I’m going to start with Midnight Melody cause I wAnT tOO

This is a short one shot I thought of when I reexamined some of Astarion’s lines post Cazador. When the player asks how he feels directly following the event, he explains he feels ‘numb’. From my own experience and what I’ve learned about surviving abuse, often people can struggle coping with a world where their abuser is out of the picture, because so much of their life was consumed by them, either physically or mentally. We see this not only in Astarion, but in Karlach too, who has similar feelings after Gortash’s death, because all the rage she built up around him has nowhere to go. It’s still there, but now it’s trapped inside without an outlet, instead of being healed when her abuser went away like they think it should have.

Astarion is the same way; without Cazador, where is he supposed to direct all his energy, his hatred, his rage over what happened to him? It’s still there, even though he’s dead, and it’s not fair. I wouldn’t be surprised if he struggled with his purpose after Cazador’s death. This happens with real survivors too; their whole world revolved around their abuser for so long, once they’re gone they just feel so empty and lost.

This fic is a take on that, where reader helps reassure Astarion that he doesn’t have to know what he wants right now, and they’re more than happy to help him figure it out. He tells them he doesn’t have a heart to guide him, but that’s not true. Is it not reader’s blood that flows through his veins? Does reader’s heart not beat for him? They remind him, hold his head gently to their chest so he can listen, can hear the heartbeat that is not only theirs, but one they give freely to him, too.

Basically more tooth rotting fluff and non sexual intimacy. Baby boy just needs to be held and I’ll be damned if I don’t smother him in affection. He deserves it.

Here is snippet:

“It’s nothing serious, of course…” he said quietly. Another lie, but you didn’t say anything, simply cradling his hand to your chest, a precious and fragile part of him. It gave him time to work up the courage to continue.

“It’s just that…When I was under Cazador,” he hissed the name, fangs poking out over his bottom lip, “every thought I had, everything I did was for him. He dominated us, mind, body and soul, and used that dominance to make our whole world about him.”

His eyes were wild with anger, that grimace back on his face, because it was so much worse to say it out loud, to acknowledge how much of his life belonged to his old master. You squeezed his hand to encourage him to keep going. This needed to come out, lest he push you away to protect you from the rot that did naught but burrow and consume down into his being.

“Even after the nautiloid, he inhabited so much of my thoughts,” he went on, his voice slightly rasped and shaking. “Though instead of fear or obedience, it was anger and determination to kill him. Even when he lost control of me, all I could think about was him. Even with his body rotting in the dirt, I cannot get him out of my head.”

“And now that he’s gone…I can’t help but wonder…what am I supposed to do?” His eyes filled with sorrow then, displeasure with himself. “With Cazador dead…I find myself losing all sense of direction.”

Your heart broke for him, jagged pieces of it left on the floor for you to step on. You cupped Astarion’s cheek, lifting his face to look at you. His eyes were wide, glistening in the dim candlelight as they filled with pain and worse: self loathing. You didn’t need the tadpole to hear that treacherous little voice in his head, one you knew like an old friend that whispered pathetic, worthless, weak. You knew he wanted to protect you, wanted to give you the life you deserved, yet he hadn’t the faintest idea how to do that, where to even start, and it pained him.

Gently, allowing him to pull back if he so desired, you led him into your arms, wrapping them around him so you could rub at the tension in his back. He nearly collapsed into your embrace in relief, immediately wrapping his own arms around you and crushing you to him. You massaged his shoulder blades while he pressed needy, frantic kisses into your hair, afraid you might pull away and leave should he stop.

“It’s okay not to know,” you said into his chest, kissing his sternum. “We can figure it out together. I’ll always be here with you, no matter what future you decide you want.”

He let out a tense breath, burying his face in your neck. “I know,” he mumbled. “I know whatever future awaits, I want you to be a part of it.” He leaned back, just enough that he could meet your eyes, so you could see into the dark abyss where his mind lingered. “The problem is, I don’t know what I want our future to look like. What I want it to look like.”

It was then you fully realized that what Astarion had been feeling since the confrontation with Cazador was lost. So, so lost, in a world without his master to contend with. The hopelessness you heard on his tongue was a knife piercing your tender heart, a sharp pain burning through your chest as it tried to beat around it, blood gushing from the wound and radiating out across your skin. What was freedom to one who didn’t know how to live with it, didn’t know how it felt? Though his chains had been broken, the memory of them still pulled him down and suffocated him. You wished so deeply to spare Astarion this pain, for he lived so long in the shadows of the world, you wanted to shower him in the light until he was blinded.

Abruptly, he shook his head, a growl ripping past his lips as he pulled himself away from you. It should be so easy, to move on and enjoy life now that he was allowed to. His desires could be fulfilled, instead of remaining the desperate wishes of a slave who longed for escape. The world was his for the taking, his life his own once more.

So why did he still feel so broken?

“Now that I’m free, I’m supposed to be able to do whatever I want. Follow my heart, as our companions said.” He spit the words; they tasted foul in his mouth.

“How am I supposed to know what I want without a heart to guide me?”

I’ll send you the full version once the first draft is done. Hope you like it 💕

Royal Respite has a similar vibe, and is also pure tooth rotting fluff/non sexual intimacy. It’s a one shot in which reader gives Ardyn a massage after he delivers the peace treaty proposal to the Lucian council. Just letting reader dote on him while he talks about his day, and letting him relax before everything goes to shit, basically. Ardyn has been working to make this plan come true for literally decades. I think he deserves some rest before it fully comes to fruition.

No snippet for this one yet, since I’ve been hyper focused on some of my Astarion fics *cough* see above *cough* but hopefully it doesn’t take too long to get on paper. You’ll be the first to know when there’s a rough draft 💕

#let me hold my babies #get absolutely adored idiots #that’s basically the vibe of these two fics 😂#they’re very closely related in terms of mindset #astarion x reader #ardyn x reader #ardyn izunia x reader

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