#I love how there’s resistance when he bites 😩

[sugarcoatedstarkey]

Just imagine Rafe dating Topper’s younger sister behind his back and him finding about that either at midsummers or at a party when he walks in on them 😩🫡

Just something short and sexy 💜 warnings - sexual intercourse, language, a lil bit of choking. 18+

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“We have to be quick, Rafe! Topper will start looking for me soon” you rushed, his fingers bunching your dress up until it sat on your hips. Slipping his fingers into the waistband of your thong, pulling it down until it dropped around your ankles. “Spread your legs pretty girl” he whispered, kissing your lips softly.

“Shit!” You melwed, his hard cock pushing through your opening. Your cunt tightening around him. “Baby, you need to relax. I’ll come before we even start” he groaned, rubbing soft circles on your thigh. Goosebumps littered your skin at his movements.

“Sorry” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Bringing him closer to your chest, his fingers tightened around your hips. His thrusts started slow, waiting for your pussy to relax around him. When he could finally move without resistants his movements became deeper and faster, your swollen clit rubbing against him.

“Faster” you whined, rolling your hips against him. He pressed his lips to yours, enveloping your mouth with his, your tongues fighting against one another. Tightening his hold around you as he thrust his cock deep within you, the sound of wet skin slapping bounced off the wall. It was almost too pornographic.

“Oh yeah! Just like that!” You cried into his mouth, his lips kissed down your chin and along your neck. Sucking and biting at the flesh of your neck, his finger pulled the cup of your dress down to expose your breasts, rolling your hard nipples between the pads of his finger and thumb. “Fuck! Rafe!” You screamed, your toes curled and heels dug into his ass.

Bringing him as close as humanly possible, your pussy throbbed around his cock. Warning him how close you were, your head fell back to expose your neck again. His lips meeting your skin once again, his grunts and moans were hidden behind your loud cries of pleasure. Your fingernails left deep half crescent moons in his shoulders. “Fuck baby you’re squeezing me so tight” he growled, the vein in his neck throbbed as his hips met yours faster and harder. “You're close? Come on sweet girl, fuck this cock like it’s the last time you’ll get fucked” he ordered, squeezing the base of your throat with his large hands. Your breath getting caught as he tightened his fingers around you.

“Fuck yeah! I fucking love this cock” you choked, one of your hands held his shoulder while the other pressed firmly to the table to keep you steady, rolling your hips against his as fast as you could. Chasing the orgasm that bubbled in your lower belly, your hair was now wild and free from the restraints of its fancy updo.

Breasts bouncing wildly as Rafe fucked you into a coma, your eyes squeeze shut, you no longer hear the party outside the doors or the presents of Rafe. Your body feels like it’s floating as your orgasm hits you like a gush of hot air when you step of a plane, your body begins to shake and Rafe catches you before your arm gives out. “That’s it baby girl, I got you! Fuck” he whispered, following close behind you and shooting his load deep inside of you.

“What the fuck?!”

Teary eyed and confused your head snaps to the doorway, your brother stands shocked. The redness begins to creep up his neck until his face is deep red with anger. “You fucked my sister!” He yells, he goes to take a step closer and you feel Rafe pull out of you. His finger moves so fast, pulling your dress back into its rightful place to bring you decency in front of your brother. “Get your hands off her!” Topper shouts, he’s storming towards Rafe with murder in his eyes.

“Bro, you fucked my sister too”

You can’t help the loud cackle that leaves your lips, slamming your palm over your lips when your brother meets your eyes. “Okay well… okay fuck, least I did it in the privacy of her home” Topper says, he looks at Rafe and back over at you. He was still angry, his hands still balled into a fist. “Get yourself sorted and get back out to the party” he orders you, storming back out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

“Oops” you laugh, pulling Rafe back towards you and kissing him.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron x reader #Rafe Cameron smut #Rafe Cameron one shot #Rafe Cameron Drabble #Rafe Cameron x you #Rafe Cameron x y #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x female reader #Rafe Cameron imagine #drew starkey smut #outerbanks smut #rafe smut #rafe angst #rafe fluff #rafe x you #rafe fanfiction #rafe imagine

[mo0nfairy]

Any chance of some nsfw with guard puppy leon pls? 👉👈 I love the way u write him sm😩😳

tw :: nsfw themes (mdni!!), re4 spoilers, obsessive!leon, yandere!leon, sub!leon, masochism, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, invasion of privacy, leon being infected for like 2 seconds, (also no specification of reader's gender/genitalia).

⸺ ya'll.................. you can't drop shit like this in my inbox and not expect me to go feral. (i am also legally obligated to use this gif cause how can i resist).

let's say it's right after the events of re4. you and leon had spent an eternity dodging every kind of abomination known to mankind before you finally made it to safety. the government then took you in to study the effects the plaga parasite had on humans. however, leon was infected while you weren't, meaning the two of you would have to be temporarily separated. and fuck, being away from you kills leon with need. he just has to get his hands on you. and when his head gets fogged up with all sorts of disastrous scenarios (all involving you hurting in some shape or form), leon busts open the lock to his room and sets out on finding you. practically tearing the place asunder in his efforts, he finally locates you in a completely separate wing.

how fucking dare they take you so far from him? what if something happened? what if he can't be there to protect you-!?

his train of thought is abruptly cut off when he enters the room and finds you, entirely naked. there are several doctors around you, poking and prodding at you like a lab rat. leon literally just !!!!!!!!! at the sight, but is also >:( because of all these people putting their filthy hands on you. he is enraged at the people for touching you, but he also can't tame his heart after seeing your bare skin. he leaves to his room with his tail between his legs and his face adorned in red blotches. and poor leon hasn't been granted a single second alone to relieve himself, not with all these scientists and security guards surrounding him 24/7. (he got a little aggressive with staff when he had to seperate from you).

and being unable to relieve himself before he can see you and drown you in his obsession is destroying him. especially when he learns you've been moved to a safehouse all the way across the country, all while he has to stay in this hospital without you. he isn’t sleeping, he lost his appetite, and his body temperature has increased to a worrisome degree. the doctors even put down ‘hypersexual’ as one of his symptoms. and just a week later, leon is still distraught, but is all healed up. his mood brightens, however, when he learns he is being sent to the same undisclosed location. finally, he gets to be alone with you. and god, he is desperate.

practically tearing the front door off its hinges, leon searches for you through the house like a goddamn serial killer. and when he finds you, he goes feral. you don't have a second to even acknowledge the second presence in the house before he is all over you. one second you're minding your business and the next you're practically being smothered to death. on the counter, on the bed, hell, on the floor, leon doesn't give a shit where. as long as he’s able to ensure no inch on your body goes untouched.

leon tears your clothes off like a predator tearing apart the flesh of its prey. his calloused hands touch everywhere he can with almost religious fervor. good god, has leon ached for this. he's constantly losing air from latching his mouth all over you. he'll pull back a good centimeter, wait maybe a picosecond to catch his breath, before indulging in you again. and sidenote, he's a virgin (fight me abt it). sweet, innocent leon is so inexperienced but tries so. fucking. hard. all you have to do is sit back and guide him. every syllable out of your mouth is gospel to him, after all.

while his tongue is practically shoved down your throat, you bite down on the squirming muscle and it's just....…. instant subspace. his eyebrows scrunch upwards and he's moaning like a bitch into your mouth. his entire life, leon has endured so much pain, (especially right after the events of re4). but to hurt at your hand, knowing he is still safe with you? it is like heaven and hell in the same breath. so please, hurt him, bite him, rip out his fucking throat with your teeth if you want- just fucking do anything to him!

and leon is so distracted by you, he doesn't even realize how devastating he looks. his cheeks are as red as two ripe cherries; his eyes are wet with infatuation, brimming with tears. and downstairs, the vulgar sight displays a good 8 inches erect, on the skinny side with veins protruding the straight, pink shaft. his tip flushes an angry red and is overwhelmed with precum. you gently take it into your hand and caress the white-pearl with your thumb. and leon's voice literally raises several octaves in such an obscene manner, you wonder how he'll react when he's finally inside of you. but for now, your mere hands on him has turned him into a completely different person.

you guide his bloated head to your entrance and rub it into the surrounding skin, now slick with your spit and his precum. leon's entire body is shaking; his chest is flat from holding his breath in anticipation. 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-' his chants huff against your face while his gaze is casted downwards, trembling from the sight alone. you could keep him here if you wanted, torture him even more. mock his whining while his swollen head is practically begging you to let him in and end this agony. but, he's just too damn cute. so, you give your poor puppy what he so desperately wants and push him into your soaked hole with ease. and the cry leon lets out is nothing short of pornographic.

"y-y/n/n-! oh, jesus, sh-shit-... uhn-!" his forehead is pressed against yours as he moans out for you.

when leon finally bottoms out inside, you let your spongy, sopping walls adjust to the length of his dick and try to calm him down (to no avail, unfortunately). he's too caught up in tripping over his words, attempting to verbalize the adrenaline coursing through him from just how amazing you feel and how soul-crushingly good it will be when he finishes. leon hasn't even started moving yet and he's already overwhelmingly drunk on pleasure.

you then push down on his lower back, giving him permission to begin moving. and the man leon becomes is that of a creature possessed. there is not a single moment spent being gentle, he is rutting into your thick heat like his life depends on it. he buries his face into your neck and everything just becomes so messy. your hot, hyperventilating breaths paint the air and your bodies are sheen with sweat as they stick together. his hands are locked around you like a lifeline, clinging so tightly to you as if he were hanging from a cliffside and you were his saving grace. (this is him basically). with his eyes rolling into the back of his skull, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his jaw hung low with uncontrollable moans — god, you make him so fucking stupid.

'hmy- my fuckin’ god- y/n/n, i-... 'm-your- your stupid mutt, your dumb puppy... fuck, s’fuckin’ good, s’fuckin' perfect." you're not even exactly sure what leon is saying, with his voice muffled against your neck. but, when his voice is so whiny and slurred like that, you can only imagine how adorably pathetic the words that follow are.

drool seeps down his chin and pools in the nape of your shoulder. his mouth is all over your neck like a vampire, lazily kissing and marking your skin. with how overwhelmingly intense the euphoria is, he knows that one glance at your godly face and body will send him over the edge. so, he keeps his face nestled away. fortunately for him, however, you're not far behind from finishing. every vigorous thrust of his plunges deep into you, causing your body to jolt forward from the sheer force.

you grasp hold of leon's hand, causing his heart to practically explode in his chest, before guiding him on how to stimulate you. his hands rub against your sex with fervent, clumsy haste. and before you can even blink, your orgasm hits you like a wave. it is unexpected and unbelievably intense. every sound from your mouth causes leon’s dick to twitch inside of you, pushing him closer and closer to that earth-shattering finish. he is now full-on crying, his lewd sobs and pleads reverberating from the grip your body has on him. in the cusp of your high, you grab a fistful of leon's blonde hair and pull his head back.

you growl in his ear, "you're my bitch in heat."

and with that, leon gushes inside of you. a deafening wail permeates the room as he sporadically thrusts his hips against yours with bruising force. he practically bleats like a sheep as he cums and anyone lurking outside would probably think you were murdering him. leon fills you to the brim with his seed, the excess escaping past your entrance and staining the surface beneath. his vision goes white, his body shivers with rapture, and his mind is devoid of any thoughts beside you, you, you. the act of intimacy, to revel in your pleasure — oh, it is heaven. leon knew it was gonna be good, but never this fucking good.

every muscle in his body then goes limp against you. quiet whimpers pervade the air as he presses sloppy, soft kisses against your lips. chants of 'i love you, i love you so fucking much' escape his breathless mouth. and the look in his honeyed gaze... he is just so fucking happy to be back with the only person he could ever love, the only person he could ever need. it's clear as day, leon couldn't be more in love with you. but, when you try and push him away for some room to breathe, his hold on you turns tenacious and you can feel how he is still rock-hard inside of you.

you realize that not only are you in for a long night, but you are in for a long, long life beside leon.

okay..... this is my first time writing smut. like ever. if it's shit, pls don't be afraid to send some critique my way!! thank u !

#i have no idea wtf im doing #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 remake #resident evil #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil imagine #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #yandere leon kennedy #yandere resident evil #yandere #yandere smut #gn reader #gender neutral reader #venus’ brain #moonfairy

[runa-falls]

bunny love 🐰

summary: lloyd comes back to find you fast asleep

pairing: lloyd hansen x reader

rating: explicit

warnings: SMUT (18+), somnophilia, tit play, cockwarming, sleepy time, daddy kink, soft dark!lloyd, pet!reader, rough handling, mentions of toture (but it's not detailed at all)

w/c: 2k

a/n: lowkey, based off of this and the fact that I need more tit-play in fics 😩 this might be a little ooc for lloyd, but i don't really careeeee

likes are nice but comments/reblogs keep me going!

masterlist

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Your face is exhaustedly smashed into the pillow, the plushness of your cheek squishing against your eye. Lloyd watches as your back rises with soft breaths, your body completely surrendering to a deep sleep. 

Your tiny sleep shorts stick to your body like second skin, stretching nicely over your ass as your right leg is hooked over a pillow. He can see the shape of your soft cunt under the pink fabric, clinging to every dip and mound, for his eyes only. 

Lloyd decided at the last minute to fly you overseas, sparing no expense, merely because he misses you. He wanted to come home to his sweet bunny instead of his temporary call girls, craving the one thing that only you can give him. Unconditional love.

A psychopath like him shouldn’t be so easily swayed by any type of emotion, much less the most trivial of them all: Love. But after an intense six-month mission, when you were plopped into his lap as a kind of “therapy pet,” he started to see the appeal of such emotions. Or at least, the appeal of receiving them. 

At first, he resisted your affections, only asking for you when he wanted a warm cunt to bury himself in, or a punching bag for when he was feeling especially sadistic. Otherwise, you’d sit in your tiny room, doing pretty much anything to pass the time as he actively ignores your existence in the castle. 

He assumed you’d be a temporary doll for him to play with before you’d attempt to escape, something to chase during his off time, but he never anticipated just how long you could hold out.

It annoyed him how pleasant you were, never complaining or whining, always staying out of sight until you were needed. It was like you were made for him. No matter how much he’d taunt, punish, and ignore you, you’d only respond to him with unwavering devotion, seemingly unaffected as your eyes continued to regard him with pure adoration whenever he was near. 

Of course, at the end of the day, his ego didn’t mind the constant attention, so he decided to keep you around–at least, for a little bit– if only for the sake of his narcissism. Lloyd’s arm's length attitude started strong, but he was quickly humbled once he made the mistake of letting you in.

He refuses to admit it, but he has formed an attachment to you. He doesn’t understand why he’d want anyone around, much less a needy pet, but he finds himself craving your presence throughout the day, thinking of you as he performs his daily interrogations.

After a few weeks, it was quickly decided that you go wherever he goes, serving as his little therapy bunny, ready to be everything he needs.

All your energy was drained from the twelve-hour flight he had you on, only managing to get an hour of sleep the whole trip.

A breathy whine pushes through your throat as you shift on the bed, blinding grabbing at the blanket to pull it over your body. Lloyd lets out a frustrated sigh, having dragged them off of you just a few minutes early to get an eyeful of your body. He gently pushes you to lay on your back before pulling the duvet down once more.

He bites his lip when he sees how your nipples instantly start to pebble through your cropped shirt as his cool hands glide against your exposed stomach, absorbing your natural heat. Your body is always so responsive, even when your mind is unconscious. 

Your tiny hands wrap over his wrist, instinctively pulling him closer as you’re slowly nudged awake. He ignores your grabby hands, brushing them off easily as he lifts your shirt, exposing your bare tits to the cool room. Your body arches ever so subtly at the feeling, an eager action that isn’t lost on Lloyd.

He drifts the pads of his fingers up your skin, trailing goosebumps as he ascends, eyes focused on your perky mounds. He watches you let out a soft whimper as he circles a bud, unconsciously lifting into his touch as pleasure tingles up your spine. He goes further, flicking and pinching at your sensitive nipples, drinking in every involuntary gasp and groan you let out. 

One particularly harsh pinch causes you to flinch and open your sleepy eyes. Lloyd watches you blink slowly, eyes bleary as they try to focus on what’s in front of them. “Hm?” You hum drowsily, voice raspy from sleep. 

He splays his palm over your chest, softly squeezing you in his hand as he greets you. “Hi, bunny. Miss me?” 

“Daddy…” 

He coos, eyes boring into yours as his hand absentmindedly gropes at your other tit. “That’s right princess. You have a good flight?”

“Mhm.”  You nod adorably slow, chest heaving with excited breaths. His movements start to slow, his hand now petting short comforting strokes against your skin. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he takes in the dreamy look in your eyes, still fogged over from your nap.

His actions stop altogether as he considers your reclined form under him. “You tired?” You shake your head adamantly, pushing yourself up to show your attentiveness. Your eyes suddenly brighten with energy. 

“N-no. I’m up.” Your avid actions are met with a warm chuckle and a hand that shoves at your chest to push you back against the mattress.

“Relax bub, we don’t gotta do anything tonight. I just finished a mission and you had a long flight.” A small disappointed pout pulls at your lips as you grip a pillow on your lap. Lloyd raises an eyebrow, not one to accept bratty behavior, no matter how soft he’s become for you. “Hey, none of that. Scoot over bunny, let me in.” 

You barely push yourself to the center of the bed, preferring to be right against his body when you sleep. 

You patiently lay on your side as you watch Lloyd undress, pulling off a ridiculously expensive patterned shirt before throwing it carelessly to the ground, happy to be out of the constricting fabric. 

You squeeze your thighs together as you drink in his exposed torso: perfectly chiseled and speckled with enticing scars. You remember the nights you trace each blemish, touch featherlight so as to not wake him up. You never ask how he gets them, purely content with the privilege of being able to touch him.

The shirt is followed by his white slacks and loafers, joining the discarded fabric in a pile for someone to clean up tomorrow.  

He pushes the ungodly amount of pillows you were sleeping with on the floor before slipping in, shivering as his body acclimates to the residual heat you left on his side. He shifts around the bed before propping himself onto his right side, facing his body toward yours. 

“Turn around.” Lloyd calmly murmurs regarding your closeness, eyes half-lidded either from exhaustion or desire. You flip over obediently, staring at the gray wall in anticipation as you wait for his next instruction.  

He doesn’t speak as reaches over you, letting out a relaxed sigh as he wraps his arms around your waist. As Lloyd pulls you closer to nestle his hips against yours, you can feel the warmth of his hard cock insistently push against your ass through your shorts. You let out a soft groan, arching your back to press yourself more firmly against him. 

His face rests above your shoulder as he holds you, lips brushing gently at the edge of your ear.  “Daddy just wants a hug, sweetheart. You think you could give me one?” You melt as he addresses you with a soft voice, still unused to the lighter side of Lloyd. You wrap your arms over his, giving him an affectionate squeeze. 

“Of course-” Your sentence stutters to a stop as he suddenly starts to tug at your shorts, fingers hooking at the waistband before pulling them down your thighs. You try to turn toward him, confused by his sudden actions, but his hold keeps you still and defenseless against his hands.

“Wait, wh-” He promptly muffles your confusion with a hand over your lips as he pushes at the fabric until it’s around your knees, effectively binding your legs together. His hand drops from your face as he reaches down to pull himself out of his boxers, already hard and throbbing for your cunt. “Dadd-”

“Just a little taste, bunny.” He rubs the tip of his cock through your sopping folds, effectively coating himself in your slick as lewd sounds hungrily escape between your bodies. You feel him experimentally push the head in before backing out, teasing your hungry cunt as you try to suck him back in. “Mm, look at this greedy pussy, all wet, just begging for my fat cock.” 

“Please, daddy, I can take it!” He pushes in slowly, softly shushing your whimpers as you struggle to stretch around him, your legs still forcefully bound together, making you tighter than ever. 

“F-fuck.” He lets out a groan as he bottoms out, forehead pushing against your shoulder as he struggles to hold his hips back from fucking into you. Just a taste, he reminded himself. He can go a night without a fucking you into the mattress. 

Your body feels restless as his cock deliciously throbs inside you, prodding right against your cervix. You’re ravenous for his usual mouthwatering harshness, anticipating a hard fuck that’ll put you to your sleep. But it never comes.

You let out a pathetic whine when he continues to remain completely still behind you, refusing to rut into you like he usually does. You try to squirm against his arms in an attempt to fuck yourself on his cock, hips wiggling in pure desperation for any type of relief. A short drag of his cock inside your cunt causes you to squeeze around him, instant shivers running up your spine.

Before you can get too far, Lloyd tightens his hold on your body, tsking lowly as you try to resist him. “I already told you, bunny, we aren’t doing anything tonight.” He positions his body so he can effectively mold himself along your back, “You’re just gonna keep me warm tonight, okay?” You secretly wear a pout as you solemnly nod, unhappily listening as his breaths begin to calm down and steady behind you.

A handful of minutes go by and he falls asleep, unbothered by your frustrated form as he relaxes against you, contently stuffed in your warmth. Unfortunately, his calm silence doesn’t help you one bit. You’re so frustrated that you can probably cum from simply clenching around him. 

Your sensitive clit pulses as you lean back into his touch still worked up from the tit massage he gave you earlier. Couldn’t he have gotten you off before sleeping? 

You hold a breath as you experimentally tighten around him, waiting for a scolding voice or movement to stop you, but nothing happens.

You close your eyes as you clench again, finally relaxed enough to take in how full you feel. Your cunt flutters in excitement as you mold around his thickness, each squeeze pushing you toward the edge. 

Unbeknownst to you, Lloyd feels everything. He has to hold back a groan as wakes up to you pulsing around him, slick smearing over his lower stomach. 

You gasp as he suddenly thrusts harshly against your cervix, still thinking he was asleep behind you.  

His fingers painfully dig into your skin as he growls, “Stop fucking around.” He holds himself deep inside of you, ignoring your whimpers at the pressure. “Go to sleep, or I’m leaving.” You give up, eyes wet from losing your orgasm.

You squeeze your eyes shut to force yourself to sleep, desperately trying to block out the sensation of being filled. 

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x you #the gray man #tgm #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #pet!reader #lloyd hours #lloyd thots

[of-many-fandomss]

could i request tangerine with a very insecure reader?

Soft Tangerine 😩🫶

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You sat on your sofa, legs pulled under yourself as you unconsciously played with the tassel of a nearby throw blanket, lost in thought as you stared blankly at the wall.

The entire car ride home from the bar, you had been silent, but Tangerine just assumed that it was because you had too much to drink. Therefore, as soon as you got home, he rushed off to get into his sleepwear just in case you needed help getting ready for bed.

The two of you had gone out for the first time in weeks- being that it was the first time in weeks that he was home from a mission- and decided on a small local bar that the two of you used to regular in your early dating days.

Throughout the entirety of your time there- no matter how hard you tried- you weren’t able to ignore the flirtatious looks and attempts that had been made by so many beautiful women that night towards your devastatingly handsome, long term boyfriend, none of them even caring that you were so clearly sitting right by his side.

Of course, you trusted Tangerine wholeheartedly, and he turned down each and every woman not so gently when he snapped at them to be more considerate of the fact that he was obviously there with someone and they had no right to try and ruin that.

But the more women that came up and tried their luck, the more deflated and insecure you felt on the inside.

You knew that Tangerine would never do anything to purposefully hurt you in any way, but you couldn’t help but wonder if a day was coming soon that he fell out of love with you, and in love with any of the thousands of gorgeous women that threw themselves at his feet.

It wasn’t the first time you were having these worries- and they were of course never voiced to Tangerine- but perhaps the drinks had gotten to you more than normal tonight. Because the longer you thought about these things, the more you felt like you were getting stabbed repeatedly in the heart.

“Ready for bed, darling?” None other than Tangerine himself was the one to snap you out of your thoughts, standing in the doorway in a pair of low hanging joggers and a shirt that was just tight enough to showcase his toned chest.

You bit down on your lip slightly in the smallest form of hesitation before nodding, not wanting your boyfriend to realize that something is the matter.

You should have known though, that nothing could get past the professional assassin, “Love?” He asked worriedly, forehead creasing slightly, “Is something wrong?”

Quickly, you shook your head and rose to your feet, “Nothings wrong, Tan.” Though you tried to assure him, your voice came out too soft to be genuine.

As you tried to squeeze past him, his arm shot out and gently grasped onto your own, eyes searching yours for any indication as to what was going on in your mind.

“Talk to me,” Though the words looked demanding, his tone was begging. He hated when something was going on with you that he didn’t know about. It drove him absolutely insane.

You opened your mouth to argue with him again, to reassure him that there was nothing wrong and that you were fine, but you never could resist those frantic eyes.

A small sigh escaped your lips as you quickly averted your eyes from his and spoke quietly, “It’s just… those girls at the bar,” You admitted.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Girls?”

“The ones flirting with you, Tan.” You stressed.

A look of realization crossed over his features, “Love, you know you have nothing to worry about-“

“I know, I know,” You replied, “…for now.”

The look of complete confusion was back, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Though he didn’t show it, you knew he was biting back the urge to curse- a habit he had for whenever he was particularly confused or frustrated about something. Early on in your relationship you had told him that it bothered you when people swore at you unless they were angry, so he automatically cut it from his vocabulary whenever he was around you. Even on the rare occasion that you did fight.

You sighed, turning around and sinking back onto the couch, him quickly following suit beside you, “It’s just… those girls are beautiful, Tan, and I know you love me now, but what happens when you finally wake up and realize that I’ll never be half as pretty as they are?” Tears had begun to form in your eyes by then, “Where will I be when you find out that you want to spend the rest of you life with one of them instead of with me?”

Tangerine watched you for a moment with a baffled, then an absolutely heartbroken expression and he quickly swept you up into an embrace, pulling you tightly to his chest before planting a large kiss in your hair.

“Listen to me, love.” He almost never talked to you as sternly as he was now, “You are the most beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman on this planet. I love you more than life itself, and that means I love you so much that it hurts sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade that for the world because I wouldn’t trade you for the whole bloody world.”

You looked up at him, lips parted slightly in shock and went to speak again, but he interrupted you.

“And that will never- and I mean never- change. No matter how many women try to get my attention, I will always be staring at you, never letting a single one of them tear my gaze away.”

The tears had begun to flow freely out of your eyes by then and you threw yourself back into his embrace, “I-I love you, Tan.” You choked out in between a sob.

“I love you more, pretty girl.” He promised, pulling back so he could place a soft kiss on your lips, “And nothing on earth will ever change that.”

#tangerine x reader #tangerine blurb #bullet train blurb

[wri0thesley]

hello. i am back. with more thoughts. i am very sorry hfhfhr but 😩😩😩 genshin men happening upon you masturbating?? esp to thoughts of them?? Diluc's so flustered and caught off guard but he's more than happy to assist. Childe would pounce you on the spot without wasting a second, Kaeya would endlessly tease and lovingly mock you before assisting, and Ayato… Well guess he has to show you how to everrrything doesn't he? And then very sweet Thoma will immediately assist you, doesn't matter if it's not really in the job description, he loves to serve and assist you... Ok you can throw me out now i'm sorry

ahem. always a favourite trope for me to think about. i never get sick of writing these ones fdgnkjbngfkj. if anyone would like to ask about any of the boys who did not make it into this little post, please feel free . . . i just didnt wanna make it too long fgbkjngknfj.

cw; afab reader, no pronouns. not sfw, minors dni. being caught masturbating. characters included: diluc, childe, kaeya, ayato, thoma.

Diluc doesn't know what to do at first. He's been taught to be a polite young gentleman, always; and the proper thing to do would be to turn on his heel and immediately leave the room, perhaps even before you've noticed he's slipped in. But you're . . . just so lovely. He promises himself it will just be a moment; for him to observe the sheen of sweat on your forehead and the flash of your bare thigh - but then, your fingers move just so and your teeth bite into your bottom lip and you sigh out, in a soft voice that has him achingly hard in his trousers; "M-Master Diluc--", and how is he supposed to resist that?

Your door closes and you start, all big frightened eyes at being caught, already trying to stutter out apologies for being so forward - and honestly, seeing you also flustered soothes him a little. Reminds him that for as pretty as you look and for how much he wants you, you are just a mortal too. He smiles at you, his face flushed, hides a cough behind a gloved hand.

"I heard you calling my name," he says, his wine-dark eyes travelling over your bared skin in a way that's nervous but appreciative. "I . . . ahem. Do you, by any chance, require some assistance? I've been told I'm . . . rather good with my hands."

Childe, indeed, doesn't waste a second more than it takes for him to parse exactly what's going on. He hears his name fall from your lips at the same time as your hips stroke upwards in rhythm with the way you're toying with your clit, and he's on you like a jaguar in search of prey. He's been flirting with you since the moment he met you, and he's certainly made a note of all the sexual tension - tried to push it further and make you break. He does wonder how many times you've done this - how could you be so silly, when he's been happy to give you a helping hand all of this time? Childe is dangerous, and you barely even notice he's moved before a hand is fastening around your wrist and pinning it beside your head.

"You don't seem to be getting very far with that!" He says, grinning down at you, wild, hungry light making his blue eyes seem to glow even brighter in the low light of the bedroom. The hand not holding your wrist down travels down your collarbone; strokes over your bared breast, the feel of his gloves on your sweat-slicked skin making you shiver as he tauntingly stops at the apex of your thighs. "Need some help? All you have to do is ask, you know!"

Kaeya stumbles across it quite by accident, but despite the Cavalry Captain's current lack of equine companionship, he's still never been the kind to look a gift horse in the mouth. You're trying so hard to hide it the minute you see him, your pretty face all screwed up in horror, the title 'Sir Kaeya--' dying on your lips . . . Kaeya simply closes the door and walks towards you, a smirk on his unfairly handsome face.

"You said my name," he says, in a dangerously excited tone. "Did you need me for something?" Your hands are still trapped between your thighs, and you squeak as he takes an overly casual seat on the bed next to you and stretches out his arms as if nothing is wrong. "You know that I'm always willing to lend an ear when you need to talk, sweetheart! You don't need to whisper it or be ashamed . . ."

He's made it very clear, in his way, that he's more than willing to take an active part in what you're doing - delights in the little shiver that runs through you when he rolls the pet name around on his tongue. But Kaeya wants to tease you. Kaeya loves having the control.

Kaeya isn't going to actually help until you admit to him that you want him.

And then, after that . . . well. Suffice to say that next time you whimper out Kaeya's name, it will quickly be muffled by his hungry lips upon your own.

Ayato knows everything that happens in the Kamisato estate - and, unfortunately for you, that does include the times you've muffled your cries of his name into your pillow with two fingers inside of you and frustration that it's not the Commissioner himself pounding you into the mattress. But Ayato also enjoys biding his time - making you desperate for him. Standing a little closer to you, smiling a little darker with half-lidded eyes, dropping his voice just a shade lower until you're practically having to stop your thighs quaking in want.

It's after one of those times that he follows you to your little bedroom; at a distance, naturally. Shoos away anybody who wants to follow him or know where he's going; he's simply seeing a . . . private interest of his through to the end, that's all. He's right outside your door when he hears your breath hitch, the whimper of his title . . . and that's the time he chooses to sweep into the room.

He doesn't give you time to try and hide yourself. He doesn't give you time to do anything before he's got you caged beneath him, smiling that inscrutably polite but terribly hungry smile.

"I think this is the fourth time this week you've touched yourself to thoughts of me," he's practically purring in your ear, staring down at you, watching you squirm as you try and desperately think of an apology that will get you off the hook for your wholly inappropriate behaviour. You're utterly mystified when, instead of immediately dismissing you, he simply continues to smile. "Go on, then," he says, amused. "Why don't you tell me what you were thinking of me doing to you? Hmm. If I like it enough, perhaps we can even see about translating your little fantasies to real life."

Thoma is service-oriented above all things. And it's not like he hasn't fantasised about you! Quietly. On his own. Hoping nobody finds out. So finding you touching yourself with his name on his lips feels like a dream dropped directly into his lap - what you have done, to the Fixer of Inazuma, is dropped a problem right into his lap.

You want to be touched. You want to come. You want him.

And what is Thoma, if he can't fix three such little problems?

He asks, of course! Says your name, all bright and excited so you don't get the wrong idea, and immediately follows it up with; "I can do that for you. Don't tire yourself out!"

Thoma is straightforward about that; dropping onto his knees, looking up at you with eager puppy dog eyes as he kisses your thighs and shuffles forward and waits for permission to be able to touch his mouth to your most intimate part, his heart beating loud in his chest because he can't believe he gets to help you this way, finally. Thoma only has one request.

Kiss. Suck. Lick. Quietly, his breath hot against your own slick core, Thoma murmurs;

". . . Will you say my name again?"

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #childe x reader #childe smut #diluc x reader #diluc smut #thoma x reader #thoma smut #ayato x reader #ayato smut #kaeya x reader #kaeya smut #not sfw text

[freminet-writings]

Cock warm-up. I don't know, but Freminet has thighs that are so palpable and soft, that I would like Freminet to be on the male reader's lap and warm his cock, and at the same time the reader massages his thighs in soft circles, I feel that Freminet is quite sensitive to his thighs or rather he feels nervous, also that the reader plays gently with freminet and that there is size kink.

It's just that Freminet is so small and the reader is quite tall 💪😭

size kink with freminet 😩😩 (says the 5'2 girl lol) technically not a real post either but i jus love him

freminet would absolutely love cockwarming, it's such a intimate thing to him, you staying inside and just cuddling up to him 🥺 definitely wants it almost always after sex, or when hes feeling sad and he needs comfort, just sitting on your cock makes him happier <3

when he's having a particularly bad day and you help him out, he loves when you use your big hands to massage and caress his thighs! even occasionally playing with his own cock or even teasing him by moving

and the way he looks on top of you?? freminet is so small, he has heeled boots on so his model looks a bit taller, but really he's so short, having a tall bf would make him sooo flustered just because he knows you could do whatever you wanted with him??

i mean... he'd let you, we all know that, but just imagine how cute he looks in your arms, and on your cock of course, he absolutely loves your size difference, he just needs to be taken care of

but back to the main point, he could fall asleep while cockwarming you- you just make him feel so safe and comfortable, even if he's nervous the first couple times, his thighs are just so perfect ahh squeeze them and watch him blush profusely

i wanna bite his thighs- ahem, but his thighs are so soft and so pretty it's so hard to resist touching them ad marking them up! freminet is just too perfect for this world

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #freminet x reader #freminet x male reader

[weebsinstash]

y'all gettin fancy with all this y/n story stuff. personally i'd just be happy to have miguel chase me down through some seedy city alleys, corner me in an abandoned building, rough me up a little, and finally pin me down and bite the back of my neck to keep me still while he's Busy. ya know, standard stuff

But like, as much as I need to practice cranking out more fics that just kind of jump into it, I also like DETAILS. I like my drama to have some MEAT on its bones.

Is he chasing you like, the day you meet? Is it an ON SIGHT kind of attraction? Is he yandere or just a possessive boyfriend? Has he known you for some time and you've finally got him all figured out and are scared of him and trying to get away? Has he been stalking you for a while and you have no idea who he is? Are you a Spider? Are you even aware of him or is he haunting you like a ghost? How crazy is this man? Does he just want sex or does he want a wife? Or are you just a pretty thing with a nice scent and like he's basically got weird side effects of his nanomachine whatevers that make him go into heat or that's Just A Spider Thing or it's ABO, who really gives a fuck idk.

But like goddamn is the, choreography? For the chase scenes and swinging through the cities so fucking good in this film, it really is an art watching how frantic things can get when you've got people who are like agile with super strength and also crazy flexibility, invulnerability, etc all running around and like, parkouring off of buildings and swinging by cars and defying gravity like some Naruto Chakra control shit like. It really does open up some real pred/prey opportunities, whether you're a Spider or an unlucky civilian

But ughhhhh 😩❤️ the helplessness of being completely paralyzed, maybe only able to talk or make grunts while he explores your body and you're helpless to stop him. Having to watch as he peels off your clothes, exposing your bare flesh to him for the first time. Anything he wants to see, anywhere he wants to touch, anything he wants to do, nothing is stopping him, and he's probably gleefully purring to you as such, either to try and be sexy as a devoted "partner" or to intimidate and scare you into being a good little hole for him and not resist. Would he enjoy a little bit of a struggle because it unlocks a dominance in him, or would it pain him because he loves you and obviously you're just a little confused but 'hes gotta do what hes gotta do' 🥺

I dunno why but I was just hit with the inspiration of "youre coworkers or whatever and Miguel designs you a suit with like nanotechnology and bullshit like his own and obviously this means he can hack the 'removal/bathroom compartment' feature to just expose you and fuck you whenever he wants". I'm picturing he's literally got you up on a skyscraper or like a construction crane or you're in some crazy place and suddenly he's pinning you down and opening your suit to shove his fingers or tongue or whatever he pleases in between your legs and like, there's not exactly a risk of falling but you're flustered by like, the time and place and URGENCY of how bad he seems to need it, and especially if it's up on a building in the city you're squirming and whimpering to him that he has no idea if anyone can actually see you two or not, but he almost doesn't even care, too preoccupied (obsessed?) with taking you right then and there. Spiderwoman, more like HIS woman, Spiderman, more like, spied on by this man, Miguel, more like..... get me pregnant 😩❤️

#yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere spiderverse

[twilightbarnes]

All Yours

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Fem! reader, SMUT!! Straight filth with NO plot, P in V, lots of dirty talk…

A/N: Wrote this really fast so it’s not the best, inspired by this moment from the show😩 (I WANNA SIT ON HIS LAP SO BAD)

It had been a long day and you couldn't resist climbing into Frank's lap. He's warm and he smells so, so good. For a while you just sit in silence while he watches TV, your face buried in his neck as he rubs your back. After some time you get antsy. "What's wrong princess?" Frank grumbles out, and you shiver at thie sound of his voice. You lift your head and can't resist smashing your mouth against his. You hear him hum, his hips instinctively lifting up against yours when he tastes your tongue. You both lazily make out for a few more minutes, before his hand comes down to grab your ass, guiding you to grind against him.

You feel how hard he is and you gasp."Y'feel that? That's what you do to me. It's all yours." You reach down and palm him, his hips bucking into your hand. "You hear me? It's yours. You gonna take what's yours?" He says into your neck, biting it directly after.

"God yes Frank." Your hands frantically reach to undo his belt. You pull him out and push your panties to the side, desperate to have him inside you. “Hold on, hold on” Frank directs, before pulling at your underwear and casually ripping it off.

You grow even wetter at that. Your quick to line him up and push him inside you, you barely even feel the sting because you’re so aroused. You both groan and you pause to gain your bearings when you sink all the way down. Frank grabs your hand and locks your fingers together. You clench at the pure intimacy of it, and you hear him hiss from above you. You start to rock up and down and your body feels white hot. Your squeezing his hand, his other coming to offer a steady guide on your waist.

You moan out loudly. “Yeah there you go. Let it out” Frank says, looking up at you with those deep brown eyes, and you just moan even louder. It’s already too much, and your pace falters. Frank smirks. “Can’t handle it yourself baby?” You just frantically shake your head, your legs beginning to shake, trying your hardest not to cum so fast. “Please Frankie!” You whine.

“Help.”

The use of the nickname is all the begging Frank needs. He’s flipping you over so fast, and drilling into so hard it knocks the air out of you.

You can’t even scream out, it’s all trapped in your throat and all you can do is lay there as your eyes roll back. “So worked up couldn’t even do it yourself.” He laughs, as if he’s not fucking your brains out. He always knows exactly what you need, and god, if this isn’t it. He’s putting his weight behind his thrusts, rocking into you like the tide, and the stimulation is so intense that you instinctively put a hand on his pelvis and try to push your hips away. But Frank is persistent, so he just grabs your hips and forces you to take it.

“Don’t run” he grunts out, his pace never letting up. You’re nearly screaming at this point. “Yeah mama, take it.”

It’s so much that you can’t help but whisper out a I love you. He kisses you gently, such a stark contrast to how rough his strokes are. “I love you too baby.” He responds back in that gravelly, tough voice of his.

You feel him reach down to rub your clit, and you’re done for. Your cumming around him, your body spasming, legs locking around his to try to keep him in. It’s not too long before he’s cumming too, and you shiver when you hear him moan out your name.

“Dammit princess.” He pants, collapsing on top of you. You’re still trembling under him, trying to come down. When he catches his breath, it’s like a switch is turned on and Frank immediately goes into aftercare mode. He kisses your forehead and puts your hair away from your face. He holds your shaking legs in place and says, “I didn’t go too rough on you, did I?” His concerned look makes you giggle.

“No. it’s exactly what I wanted.”

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle smut #frank castle x you #the punisher #18+

[halliescomut]

No Subs watch of My Personal Weatherman Ep 5

There will likely be spoilers but not about any of the dialogue because I don't understand what's being said.

-Talking to....editor I guess?? Not good news 😟😟😟

-Opening credits. God these men are so pretty!!!!

-Being depressed on your living room floor- relatable.

-Being depressed on the floor in front of your washing machine- slightly less relatable.

-The lighting in this scene is gorgeous though. Reminds me of the aquarium.

-Daddy's home!!! I mean....nah that's kinda what I meant. 😁

-As much as he adores Yoh, I know this silence is bothering him. Were Segasaki a lesser man he would get (visibly) frustrated, but he stays very gentle. 🥺🥺

-Now Daddy's cooking .... the feelings. The hand close ups. 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 (Sometimes I worry I'm a little too honest on this site.)

-Ooooohhhh. Yummy 😋😋😋

-Anyone else feel like Yoh was like a little bit pissed that Segasaki's food is so good? 🤣 That look just felt a little bit like "Goddammit! You got to be good at this too?!"

-Ooohhhh what did Segasaki say to get that response?? (Edit after continuing- I'm going to assume he was 'asking' Yoh about taking a bath.)

-That smirk 😏😏😏😏

-Segasaki's hand on Yoh's cheek. *Swoon* That deserves its own compilation I think.

-Now we're in the tub 🛀 and Segasaki wants to know why Yoh is so sad. (Remember these are guesses, I can't understand unless it's one of about 15 Japanese words I know...or their names.)

-Yes more affection via hair drying!!! One of my favorite things!!! (Surprised it's not a Dyson blow dryer. I keep seeing them in so many shows, even ones where characters are poor and it makes no sense.)

-We've never seen Segasaki's room have we??

-Yoh instigating kisses 🤭🤭🤭🤭 And more than just kisses??🫣🫣🫣~~~Okay I did have to at least Google translate that interaction, because the vibes were very odd to me. Totally makes sense with the internal monologue Yoh had going. He wants to forget....and that would help him forget. But Segasaki knows what his game is and he's not going to let him hide, literally and metaphorically.

-Yoh the sad little homemaker is depressing me.

-There's something so weird to me about drying a shirt on a hanger. I live in a clothesline household, & line dry clothes all the time, but this is just odd to me. It arguably makes more sense, since clothespins will mess up your clothes sometimes, it's just a bit jarring.

-That is why we have clothespins.

-Yummy ramen. I had that for lunch yesterday. Homemade is yummy, but instant hits different sometimes.

-I think I hate the newscaster lady just bc Yoh does 🤣. (sub solidarity)

-Man-san...Yes I still adore her. Her fashion is a VIBE!! Also her eyebrows are so dynamic. I love it.

-OMG she drew them!!! That's so cute!!!

-IDK what she said, but I imagine it's something along the lines of "See, you make a perfect couple."

-Yoh is so cute. There's a plan for something, though I don't know what?

-They put Segasaki in all of these softly cuddly sweaters at home and I just don't know how anyone is supposed to resist cuddling him.... ykwim?

-I don't know what this conversation is about, but it feels a lot like Segasaki is saying "I can tell when you're lying to me my guy." 😬😬😬

-Did this man just bite him???🤣🤣Well I certainly saw that one, bite confirmed, and it was not a gentle nibble.

-The way Segasaki rubs his head on Yoh like a cat. 🥺😭

-Ope.....well that ended... violently.

-I have mixed feelings about the keychain 🫤 (attempting to minimize spoilers). I understand it, & based on the dynamic of the relationship, I'm okay with it, but I fear it may cause more trouble in the future....😬

-Segasaki looks so sad. 😢😢😢

-Well the preview for next ep includes more Man-san and Mr. Man-san, which I like. According to the Twitters, we're getting complete backstory of the college stuff, which looks very interesting. Also it looks like next ep. will be two weeks away instead of one 😩😩😩😩

#My Personal Weatherman #segasaki x yoh #Mizuki x yoh #i cant remember if i used a spwcific tag for these #shoot

[im-his-druidess]

Ah, dammit. Now this has me thinking about some alpha!Poe Dameron.

But not just any alpha!Poe. Oh, no. May I present the idea of alpha!Poe who accidentally comes into contact with an organic aphrodisiac (sex pollen) on an alien planet, but doesn't realize it until it's too late. It was already a tight squeeze for the two of you in his X-wing, but now the pollen has triggered his rut and you're trapped in hyperspace with your best friend that you've had a crush on since you joined the resistance. Needy, sloppy, rough but somehow sweet sex with the galaxy's best flyboy ensues.

When you land, Poe literally carries you half-dressed to his quarters, growling at anyone who even looks at you for too long because like he said as soon as you landed, "M'not finished with you yet, doll."

Alpha Poe is just 😩👌🔥

This whole thing is just...I LOVE IT!!

The X-wing is on autopilot, the small space filled with the scent of sex and his Rut, and you are bouncing as best you can in Poe’s lap as he licks and nibbles on your throat. He’s growling and purring, his inner Alpha wanting nothing more than to get you face down ass up in the classic Omega presenting position and fuck you properly, but Poe is relishing the way you feel in his lap and squirming on his cock. You are whimpering at the thick stretch of him inside you, your eyes rolling back as you swear he’s brushing against your cervix with how deep he reaches, and you vaguely remembered the rumors about him and his prowess in the bedroom from the women’s showers.

“You want me to knot you, baby? Tell me you want it. Tell me you want me to knot this pretty pussy,” Poe purrs against your nipple, teasing the hard nub with a hot sinful tongue, and you swear your brain shuts down at his words. 

You clench down hard against him in response but Poe reaches a hand to grip the nape of your neck while the other stays on your hip to keep you going at a steady pace. Your inner Omega melts at the low growl he lets out as you sag against him, sinking down further on him in the process, and he presses a biting kiss to your lips as you continue to ride him with a whimper. 

“I want you to tell me, starshine. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up, to knot you so good and deep, and keep you full of me-oh fuck-” he groans, throwing his head back with his eyes squeezed shut tightly as if the thought was too much for him to handle and you were handling it no better.

You lurch forward to wrap your arms around him as tight as possible as you nod and mumble your agreement frantically, his burning skin slick against you as he crushes you to his chest, and then you both are coming and you swear your body is burning hotter than the stars zipping past the X-wing. Poe is panting harshly against your throat by the time you can focus again, his entire body shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, and you can feel the added pressure of his knot locking himself inside you. You barely have time to curl your fingers into his hair comfortingly before you feel him shifting his hip beneath you, grinding against you in what little room he has, and you nearly sob at the overstimulation.

“I can’t stop moving, baby. You just feel too good. Feels so good having you take my knot like a good Omega, but I need you to take more, okay? Can you do that for me, baby? Because I’m far from done with you...” he groans against you, sucking dark marks against your pulse point as continues to grind against you, and you are just as helpless as he his against the waves of pleasure crashing against you both.

When you eventually land, Poe is half dressed and you are decently covered, and he has you tightly cradled in his arms protectively. The effects of his Rut is still thrumming through him making him snap his teeth at anyone who ventures too close to you and his rumbling threatening growl shouldn’t be as erotic as it is. He keeps your face tucked against his throat, away from prying eyes, and you allow your aching body to relax against him until you are carried into him room and placed on his bed almost reverently despite his shaking hands and the need burning in his eyes. He crawls over you like a predator, stripping your clothes and kissing every inch of skin he bares, and you don’t have the mental strength to feel any shame at the easy way your legs fall open for him to settle his hips between them. He purrs happily as he tugs his pants down just enough to get his cock out and then he’s pushing back into you like he never left.

#poe dameron #star wars #poe dameron headcanons #star wars headcanons #poe dameron x reader #oscar isaac #oscar isaac headcanons #oscar issac x reader #wicked wednesday #the cryptid answers

[mirangel]

Please I beg you feed me some xiao 😩 he has a choke hold on me lately a gn or fem reader pls 🥺ily ❤️

xiao nsfw drabble 1

cw: oral fixation, biting

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

i think xiao has an oral fixation! his sharp canines would have to be put to use after all, the urge to bite and mark your neck comes so easily to him! he just can’t resist your pretty neck! the same applies to you too, he wants to see you all over him! so when he shoves his fingers into your mouth, he expects to see you lick and slobber all over them, just like how you would with his cock!

he’s obsessed with the way your mouth wraps around his fingers, he stares at you so intensely he forgets to blink! he thinks it’s a sight for sore eyes, and the urge to bite you drowns out his senses! he takes his fingers away from his mouth, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you to the ground. his teeth meeting the thin skin of your neck. he sucks harshly, leaving dark hickies behind!

he loves you so much, he needs to mark you as his! you by all means have permission to do the same to him, mutual biting is love after all!

XIAO…. he’s such a fellow, a creature. i want to dote on him so bad!! you have taste nonnie!!

#⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ starry scribe ✧ #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ moonlight mirage ✧ #⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☁︎ fading fantasy ✧ #xiao x reader #xiao smut #xiao x fem!reader #xiao x male reader #xiao x gn reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut

[cherienymphe]

Do you think you could bless us with a Drabble of the night y/n left Loki in The Spy Who Loved Me? I’m dying to know exactly what happened and how Loki caught her and tried to convince her to stay😩

Your name echoed off of the walls as you ran through the house. Your bag was light. There was a million things you would've loved to take with you, but it would only slow you down. Loki's voice reached your ears again, and you only quickened your pace.

You were done.

You couldn't take his controlling behavior, his ever watchful eye, nor the diabolical entity that was just plain him. That was what you'd told him an hour ago. Somehow, you thought the conversation would be smoother. You thought it'd be a clean breakup.

Back and forth you two went. It was an hour's worth of a screaming match. You fought as he took out every article of clothing you threw in your bag. Countless retorts thrown at you with his finger in your face. Your temptation to bite it off.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a harsh grip on your arm, yanking you back. You cried out when your bag landed on the floor. His grip was harsh on your wrist as he forced you to face him, nose touching yours.

"Where will you go? What do you expect to gain by leaving me?"

You yanked your arm, but Loki wasn't budging.

"Let me go!"

You gasped when his hand grabbed your jaw, holding it so tightly you winced as he forced you back into the wall. Loki was a lot of things, a lot of awful things, but he'd never put his hands on you in this way. His green eyes seemed darker now, and you pushed against him.

"After everything I've done for you, after everything I've given you...this is how you repay me?" he sneered.

You pushed your legs against his.

"You wait until I get home to find you packing a bag, telling me that you're leaving me," he barked out a laugh. "...and you expect me to just let you."

"I'm a person, Loki!" you screamed, and he looked genuinely unimpressed with your outburst. "I am not one of your baubles or your fancy cars or even one of your precious pets."

You glared at him, breathing heavy.

"I was your girlfriend, and all you ever did was treat me like you owned me."

"I do own you."

Your face fell when he finally voiced what you knew he thought all along. There was a cruel smirk on his lips, and his hand slid to your throat.

"Where would you be without me? What would you have without me? Nothing," he hissed. "You'd have nothing, and you'd be nothing."

You struggled in between him and the wall, and he tightened his hold. His lips brushed yours.

"Stop this nonsense, darling. It's quite unbecoming-."

"Fuck you."

His lips twitched at that, and his eyes narrowed.

"Is that what you need? Hmm? Perhaps you're just a little upset and all you need is a good fucking to make yourself come back to your senses."

Your hand met his cheek the moment he was done, and the asshole actually smiled. You shoved against him but he only kissed you. His arms circled around you, and you screamed into his mouth. Every attempt to get you away from the wall was met with resistance, and Loki only slammed you against it.

"I'll fuck you in this very hallway if I must," he spat, teeth harshly biting at you.

You two fought like hell to get what you wanted. You to escape and him...you. Fed up, Loki's hand roughly grabbed your throat, making you let out a choked gasp. It was beyond painful, and you could see it in his eyes then. Loki had every intention of getting what he wanted from you whether you liked it or not.

With a cry, you brought your knee up. Two more times, and you stumbled away as he crumbled. His hand reached for your pants, but you shook him off before diving for your bag. You sprinted out of what was once your dream come true and never looked back.

#drabbles

[thetoaddaddy]

😅🤡

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

I once went a little ham on a reoccurring gesture of love thing for a fic set up and reading it back gives me some embarrassment 😩😩😩

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

This old Jiraiya x Reader I wrote where its an arranged marriage this scene makes me giggle every time. Under a cut cuz its nsfw.

Jiraiya retracted his hands, leaving you panting and aching for more. You do as he says. You sit on your knees and turn around. You watch in fascination as he undresses. Your eyes can’t help but dart down to his crotch. Something is there, arisen. He grunts with relief once he pulls off his underwear. It was getting tight in there. He can’t resist giving himself a bit of a hand. He’s desperate for some kind of relief. He focuses back on you. You look horrified. 

“It’s not gonna bite you. It’s just my-!” 

“I know what it is!” 

Your husband chuckles at you again. He can tell you are flustered. But he’s so casual about it. Naked and aroused... he’s not afraid of it. He makes a soft noise as he runs his hand over his erection. His expression is that of pleasure and want. With his free hand he beckons you. 

“We won’t get far in this relationship if you don’t get to know me like this.” 

“What do I do?” You ask as you crawl closer. “Just sit on it?” 

“No... I don’t think we’re ready for that. Let’s take small steps. Touch it.” 

You want to ask how. But you also don’t want him to think you are as much as a child as he already thinks you are. You reach out. 

“Erk! I said touch not grab!” 

“I’m sorry!” 

He grabs your wrist. There’s an important difference. Your grip is a tad tight. Not ideal for sex to say the least. You are horribly clueless. He moved to guide your hand. He lets out a sigh of relief as waves of pleasure replace the pain. Your hand is soft when it doesn’t have the iron grip of a taijutsu master. It’s not totally ideal with the lack of lubricant but he’s had worse. 

#toad daddy asks #playing around (ask game) #🌺 ooc

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

I have a feeling that Timeskip Jeremy would have a breeding kink and wouldn't mind sharing you with Roxana, tho he can be possessive since you are one of the few people he cares about. btw i'm talking about how to protect the female lead's brother- also most of the characters in the manhwa are so fine and for what 😩

hi hi anon!

so disclaimer, even though i have read the manhwa and am getting started on the light novel, i actually have no idea how old timeskip! jeremy actually is. according to others and the wiki, before the time skip, roxana is around 16 years old, but after the time skip, she is around 19 to 20, and since jeremy is her younger brother, he could be around 18 after this time skip, but i'm honestly not too sure myself,, i do hope that he's not a minor bc..yeah no,,

timeskip roxana tho, is fair game, step on me queen.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤslight nsfw & dark content below!

when roxana sets those burning crimson eyes of hers onto your pitiful body, she feels nothing but a sort of pity.

her cheerful little brother jeremy had taken a sort of liking to you, and saw fit to just take you. even after all those years, he still had not learned to not make a ruckus it seemed. but no matter, he'd taken care of the ones who tried to search for you, and it seemed that he'd joyfully told you such horrible news, seeing as how you always gave him such a hateful glare that conveyed your despair and utter hate.

roxana can see the bites and hickies that litter your collarbone and neck, evidence of jeremy's touch and embrace against you, though she's just sure that he hasn't gone all the way. no, you seem like the type to fight back, even if your body has been broken into little bloody pieces. and jeremy had childishly complained of your defiant resistance, and that he was getting rather impatient. he was being nice, wasn't he?

" poor thing, it hurts, doesn't it?"

you don't squirm against roxana's touch when she cups your chin and makes you look at her. even though your body is all patched up, your eyes look nearly dead, the bright light losing its luster. you look tired, you look like utter hell. but there's still a small fire in you, your defiance and will somehow there.

" there there, i won't hurt you." jeremy had let her have a bit of you, likely just bored and wanting to give his sister some form of entertainment. but knowing his possessive nature, it wouldn't be long before he tightens his hold on you. who knows, perhaps you'd shown him some kind of simple kindness or "love." this damned family was such a loveless one after all, and a cruel one at that.

" just focus on me for now. nothing else, alright?"

you narrow your eyes, clearly having defiance against her, even with her soothing voice filling your senses. but what can you do?

roxana smiles her charming yet deceitful smile, and grips your chin harder. this would prove to be very amusing indeed.

#lati speaks #tw yandere #roxana agriche x reader #manhwa x reader

[sableseb]

oh i most DEFINETLY need c!bucky x reader making a sex tape

I need that too😩 thank you for this request, bestie✨

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smut, dirty talk, sex on film, finger sucking, slight spitting, squirting, fingering, slight masturbation f and m

tags: @bucky-soldat @thewritingdoll @meetmeatyourworst @sparksforkoo @fuckandfluff @buckydaddy @harrysthiccthighss @bemine-bucky @greeneyedblondie44 @stucky-my-ship

a/n: This contains slight feels because I couldn’t resist a sweet tone before the raunchiness and after.🙈

Meeting Bucky in college is one of the highlights of your life. The moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew you were gone, lost in the sea of blue that sparkles with mischief. His smile, his laugh, his utter presence is enough to make you feel overwhelmingly infatuated. And he’s just as hooked on you as you are him. 

You give him a high that every drug he’s tried couldn’t compare to. You’re so kind, sweet, innocent. But, Bucky knows you better than anyone and he found out real quick that the doe eyed look, the sugar coated tone, the cute pinks and pastels that adorned your sinfully curved body weren’t the extent of you. 

You’re a vixen. Craving sex just as much as him. It started one night in your dorm, lazily watching a movie with wandering hands and soft touches. You two didn’t fuck, no, he made love to you. Cherishing the way your warm walls sucked him in, the way he felt your soft breath on his neck each time he filled you to the brim, brushing that sensitive spot inside over and over again. Bucky poured every ounce of passion he has for you into those thrusts that night.

Each day you spend together, the closer you both become. Bucky’s your friend, your lover, your heart and you came to trust each other with anything and everything. The sex became more frequent and adventurous. He’s tied you up, slapped you, fucked you as if you were nothing but a doll for him to empty himself in. No matter if he’s rough and degrading, if he’s sweet and soft, you want every form of the pleasure only he can give you.

 When he comes to you with an old school camcorder in hand asking if you would make a tape with him...how can you resist? The thought of being exposed to a lens for Bucky’s viewing pleasure has your core thrumming with anticipation. “Of course I will, Buck.”

You’re standing in the middle of the courtyard when he voices his idea to you. Students drift along around you, making their way to their next class not paying you two a bit of mind. He takes his lip between his teeth, trying to bite back a grin that’s trying to form. “Oh, baby. This will be so hot.” He groans, pulling you in by your waist. 

Bucky brings his mouth to your ear. His warm breath breaks across your skin as he whispers, “You’re gonna look so beautiful for the camera as I pound that tight cunt.”

Heat breaks out along your body as he says the crude words. You playfully shove his firm body away from you. “Bucky, we’re in public,” you smile.

“Hasn’t stopped us before, sweets.”

You scoff at him. He’s right. The amount of times he’s taken you in the library and in every janitor's closet he can find is embarrassingly high. You always fall victim to his touch, no matter when or where. “Get to class, Barnes. I’ll meet you at your dorm later tonight, okay?”

“Sounds perfect.”

With a quick kiss goodbye, you watch as he makes his way to the history building with the bulky camera in his hand. It’s hard to tell where he found that thing. He’s always had a knack for vintage items. It’s very fitting of him to want to incorporate something like that in the bedroom. And you can’t wait to try it out.

~~~

Night settles over the campus. The dim sidewalk lights illuminate your path as you sneak over to Bucky’s dorm. You always take the back entrance with the key your conniving boyfriend somehow got his hands on. Bucky has the key to your dorm as well, each of you taking turns during the week visiting one another.

As you make your way up the stairs to his floor, you can already feel arousal strumming through you. You’re excited to create something so debauched with him. You have a suspicion that Bucky doesn’t want this tape to be gentle and loving tonight. Which makes you all the more needy and wet at the prospect of being fucked.

Knocking on his door gently, you wait for his answer. You hear shuffling before the ugly wooden door swings open revealing a practically naked Bucky. He’s wearing nothing but tight black boxer briefs that cut off above his mid thigh. It’s moments like these that he leaves you utterly breathless. His lean body stares back at you, beckoning you to run your hands over the expanse of his abs, his chest. You just want to sink your teeth into those thighs. Wrap your mouth around that slight tint straining against the fabric.

“How many times have I told you not to knock? My place is your place.”

His voice brings you back from your wondering thoughts. “Buck, you know I don’t want to just barge in here unannounced.” You say, walking past him and into the small dorm. His smell envelopes you and settles so deep in you, you swear you can feel it in your bones. Warm notes of amber and a slightly citrus aroma is what makes Bucky, Bucky. You’ll never get enough of his scent. He’s compelling in every sense of the word.

His bed is bare. Nothing but a mattress sits on the wooden frame. You quickly see where all the blankets and pillows went. There, across the room, sits his comforter and throws on the floor, meticulously placed with care to look inviting. His pillows are propped up against the wall creating a little cove hidden in the low light of his lamp. A makeshift tripod compiled of books sits at the end of the comforter near his TV stand with the camcorder opened and ready sitting on top of his world history textbook.

You feel him slip his arms around your waist, pulling you into his warm body. Bucky dips his head down to your ear. “You can’t really do much in a twin bed. Figured if I was gonna make a sex tape with my beautiful girl...I’d need all the room I can get.” You lean into him, appreciating the thought. 

Bucky always plans ahead when it comes to you. He wants nothing but the best for you. He can’t wait to graduate college, get his degree and give you the life you deserve. A life where he gets to fuck you in a king sized bed instead of the stiff twin beds in your dorms and, in this case, the floor he desperately tried to make comfortable. 

“It looks lovely. Leagues better than these dumb beds.” You tell him as you turn in his grasp. Leaning in, you take his lips with your own, slowly moving in time with each other before he deepens it. The feel of his tongue against yours has your panties dampening. Each lick into your mouth has you chasing more of his taste.

You kick off your sneakers as he pulls your sweats down, not once breaking the kiss until he pulls away to get your tee over your head. Bucky’s chest seizes. You look heavenly with your naked breasts bared to him, with your white panties adorning a tiny pink bow accentuating your mound and hips and your little white ankle socks. 

Your beauty is something he only witnesses when he watches the rain, when he looks at a field of flowers, when he glances up at the night sky and sees the twinkling stars above. It causes him to pause and wonder how God created something so painfully intricate that makes his heart stop and makes all his thoughts cease to exist as fascination takes its place. 

You watch as Bucky takes you in with a slack jaw and a glaze in his eyes. Just barely above a whisper he chokes out, “You’re beautiful.”

He tells you millions of times how attractive you are and shows you his love just as many times. But, this. This seems heavier. Those two words have a weight of longing to them, a weight of pure awe and admiration. Your love for him just grew, something you thought would be impossible because Bucky Barnes is perfect in all aspects of life.

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, my pretty girl.”

His words hold a sick promise as he leads you down to the floor on the bed of blankets. He props himself against the wall and beckons you to join him. You situate yourself between his firm thighs,  feeling the hardness of his dick against the small of your back. You lean into him as he pulls your hair to the side, giving him perfect access to latch onto your neck. 

“Take off your panties,” he whispers against your flesh. His mouth licks and sucks at every part of your heated skin he can get to.

You roll the sticky fabric down your legs as you eye the camera placed directly in front of the both of you. When you fully peel your underwear off, Bucky’s legs twine with yours, pulling you apart and spreading you open for the lens. “Spit on your cunt. Get her nice and wet for me.”

Oh God. His instructions cause you to clench around nothing. You bend your head down to spit towards your pussy, watching as the saliva slowly trails over your mound and down over your lips. Leaning back against him, Bucky emits a groan as you see his hand slide down your body, creating little goose bumps along the expanse of your skin before his fingers dip down to your core. You moan at the feel of his fingers rubbing slowly and purposely over your swollen clit.

With each twist of his wrist, you’re whimpering, chasing his movements with your hips. Heat takes you over, sparking at the base of your spine before inching its way towards your neck as his friction gets a little rougher. Suddenly, his fingers breach your opening, the middle and ring giving you a delicious stretch. Each drag against your walls has your thighs trembling from the sheer pleasure.

Bucky grasps your face with his free hand and angles your head to the camcorder. “Keep your eyes on the camera, baby. Want you to fall apart for it. Can you do that?”

A strangled, yes leaves your lips as you bask in the ecstasy he’s bringing you. His grip keeps you in place as he takes you apart. The thrusts of his fingers become harsher, more frantic as wetness spills from your drenched center, causing obscene noises to bounce off the walls.

You can’t run from his assault, he’s got you pinned against him fully, one hand buried in your pussy while the other holds a vice-like grip on your cheeks. His mouth continues to work over your neck, biting and sucking as he brings you closer and closer to your impending climax. You’ve never been so worked up and this orgasm is starting to feel vastly different than the others.

“Bucky,” you cry, “Bucky, stop. I can’t. It’s too much.”

“How are you gonna take my cock when you can’t even take my fingers? Just let go, baby.”

The pressure is building with each thrust of his hand. His pace gets rougher causing your chest to bounce violently and cries to escape your throat. You’re shaking, abdomen pulling taut as his fingers hit that spot inside you just right and that pressure releases, forcing your eyes to roll in the back of your head. 

Bucky watches in awe as you squirt for him, trembling in his hold as the clear liquid seeps from your abused cunt. “Oh, fuck. Look at that. My girl’s a squirter.” He says against your neck, but he knows you probably can’t understand anything he utters to you at the moment. 

He rubs his hand along the length of your drenched heat, soothing you from your intense high. Tremors wrack your body with each pass of his hand over your swollen bud. Your head rolls to the side on Bucky’s shoulder as he peppers kisses all along the side of your throat and face. 

He brings his wet digits to your mouth, rubbing them along your bottom lip before you open and take them between your lips. You lick and suck, tasting your juices on his soft skin. He fucks your mouth with his fingers, watching as you take them down your throat, gagging slightly. It causes his dick to twitch as he feels the sweet suction of your mouth.

He takes them out, already missing the feeling of your tongue dancing along the pads of his fingers. “You’ve been keeping that hidden from me?” He chuckles near your ear, causing a smile to break across your blissed out expression.

“I didn’t even know I could do that...those hands of yours work wonders.”

“Mmm. That they do. You got one more for me, pretty girl?”

Are you capable of cumming again? You honestly don't know. Every nerve feels shot, your head hazy with Bucky invading all of your senses. But, with him, you know you won’t last long when he buries himself inside you. He’s too good at sex, too good at making you feel whole and sated. You don't know if it’s him, or if it's you and how infatuated you are with him that makes him talented in the sheets. Whatever the case, cumming will always be in your foreseeable future. No matter if you think you can or not.

“Yes,” you breathe, “want to feel you in me.”

Bucky lays you down sideways, making sure you’re both angular to the lens before he discards his boxers. He's impossibly hard, an ache settles in the pit of his stomach as he takes in your body beneath his. Your cunt is puffy, thighs shining with your arousal, the blankets are soaked under your form. You’re gorgeous when you cum for him, submit to him and give him your pleasure.

You watch as he moves his hand languidly over his shaft, his tip red and leaking, veins straining against the soft skin. His mouth hangs agape as your hands move to grasp your breasts, pushing and pulling them together to give him a little show. Bucky groans as you continue to play with your full chest. He can’t take anymore of the foreplay, he needs you wrapped around him.

He taps your clit a few times with his swollen head, causing you to let out a squeal and shake with each light smack. It doesn’t take much to get his cock wet, no. Your pussy is practically crying, begging for him to give her that stretch she needs. 

Bucky lines himself up to your entrance. He takes his sweet time entering you, watching intently as you try to accommodate his length, basking in the huffs of frustration because you just need him to fill you to the hilt. You’re squeezing him so tight. He can’t believe how wet you are. He believes you enjoy this little camera idea a little too much. Filthy girl. His filthy girl.

“Buck...move. Please,” you pant.

With a slow roll of the hips, he’s pulling himself out before plunging back into you with a pointed thrust that sends you jolting back. “Fuck, just like that,” you tell him. He continues the gentle movements with the rough snaps of his hips that have you gasping and clinging on to him. You keen with each stroke, your hands make their way down towards his ass, gripping and shoving him deeper inside you.

Bucky pulls back to unhook your legs from his waist. He grabs the backs of your knees, folding your legs back slightly so he gets a good look at where you’re connected. Sitting on his knees, he starts a punishing pace. The angle he has you at, you can’t move away from his onslaught. His fucking you with vigor, his grunts filling the space around you.

“Such a pretty pussy. Always look so good stuffed with my cock, baby.”

Your toes start to curl, legs aching from his hold and from their suspension in the air. As he continues his erratic pace, your climax grows with each pointed thrust that hits a spot inside you only he can reach. Out of nowhere, he halts his movements and pulls out of you.

“Bucky,” you whine. You need him back inside you to dim the ever growing heat.

“Hold on, sweets. Don’t worry, you’ll have your cock and cum on it too.”

You eye him as he leans over to grab the camcorder. He’s holding it in his hands now, angling it to point at your mound. He slides in you once more, filling you up immediately, giving you that full feeling you so desperately need.

Leaning back on his knees, he tells you, “Ride my dick, baby. Fuck yourself.”

A moan escapes you. You do as he said. Using your heels as leverage, you start to move yourself up and down on his thick shaft as he sits perched on his knees and records the scene unfolding before his eyes. “Yeah, just like that. Want you to cum like this. Wanna feel those wet walls pulse.”

Your hand goes down to circle your clit much to Bucky’s pleasure. He loves watching you get yourself off, especially filled full with his leaking cock. Your arousal slides down to his heavy balls. This is torture, for him and you. But, he knows watching you fall apart while using him will be worth it and you know that this orgasm is going to tear through you.

It’s too erotic. Using him to get yourself off while he sits and watches through that square screen. It has you quickening your movements. You’re unhinged as you hump against him, swirling fingers aiding in bringing you to your peak. The coil is tightening with each buck of your hips, winding up until you're shaking. You pull taut as you sink down on him, filling yourself up as your orgasm courses through your body. Tears swell in your eyes as the intense high takes over.

Bucky can’t handle this anymore. The feel of your walls fluttering around him, like a constant heartbeat, almost makes him spill his seed into you right then. He tosses the camcorder to the side, not caring to capture anymore footage for the night. He braces his hands above your head and starts to rut into you fiercely, chasing his climax.

Now it’s you who let’s him use your body for his pleasure. You lay pliant underneath him as he buries his face into your neck, biting into you to muffle his cries of pleasure as you feel warmness fill up your sore, overworked pussy. You rub his damp back, letting him relax against you as he empties himself.

You hold him to you, enjoying the feel of his weight pinning you to the floor as you both try to catch your breaths. “You did so good for me,” Bucky whispers. He pushes your hair off your face before kissing your lips. It’s slow and sloppy, all tongue and no effort. He pulls out off you and watches as his cum leaks out of your center.

“I’ll never get tired of filling you up.” He groans as he moves to get you a cloth to clean you up.

You lay there and stare at the ceiling for a moment before he returns, pressing the warm hand towel against you, ridding you of his spend. It’s a shame really. You want to stay filled with him. He picks you up and carries you to the mattress. Placing you down on the less than comfortable twin bed, he goes to his closet again to retrieve a spare blanket.

“Luckily, I have plenty of covers. Mom made sure of that.”

You smile as he climbs in the small bed with you. He presses you against his chest as the fuzzy blanket covers your naked forms. Even without pillows and a sheet, you feel yourself drifting off in Bucky’s embrace. He’s your source of contentment. Your beacon. Your everything. You don’t ever want to leave his side. Not when he’s this warm.

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut

[sleepysnk]

ok but I can’t stop thinking about itachi m*sturbating. like he wouldn’t do that if we think about it but let’s say massacre never happened and he lives normal life. how he can’t contain himself anymore and just try’s to isolate himself and calm that bulge that is getting harder in his pants. what made him hard? probably reader or smth. but my baby would be so shy and flustered about it. though he knows what he’s doing. starts with slow pace and then it gets faster. after that he feels pretty ashamed and self critical about it like my baby needs love and affection I wanna give him some kithes<\3

a/n: i just had to write a lil drabble for this because sheeeeeshhh 😩 I ALSO ADDED A SMALL TWIST AT THE END SOOOO

character: itachi uchiha

warnings: nsfw, canonverse, non-massacure au, male masturbation, talk about cum

but could you just imagine itachi masturbating to you?

oh god, this poor guy would be so flustered, but he just couldn't help it when he saw you walking around with that dress on today. the way the skirt rode up when the wind blew, it was just so much to where he could see the black panties you were wearing underneath it. fuck it left him hard all fucking day, and he could barely hide it when he was walking around his village.

so here he was, after a long day he was sitting inside of his bedroom stroking his cock with his fist, thinking about you.

he knew it was wrong to be jerking off to you, but he just couldn't fucking resist. you were so beautiful, so kind to him, and he always thought about you whenever he had the opportunity.

itachi started slow, he thought about that pretty, warm, wet, mouth around his cock. it was just enough to make him harder than a rock, he had to bite on his knuckle to keep himself from groaning your name on accident. it'd be an absolute embarrassment if his father caught him doing such lewd acts while saying your name in the process.

he grew quicker when he thought about your pussy sucking his cock, he always fantasized what you looked like in the sheets. he wondered how you'd look while he fucked you into next week, his fat cock hitting your g-spot, and his cum filling you to the brim.

"fuck.. y/n.. let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours.." he groaned, just below a whisper.

the thought of itachi going absolutely ruthless on your pretty cunny made him grow closer to his orgasm, god, he wanted you so fucking bad and he'd do anything to have you in his bed every night; moaning and crying his name to let you cum.

he ran his thumb over the tip of his cock as his orgasm washed over him, thick white ropes of his cum leaked out and dripped down his shaft. it left him breathless, but he had that regretful feeling deep in his gut.

itachi had a blush on his cheeks, he couldn't believe that he got off to you of all people.

what he didn't know.. was that you did the exact same thing to yourself every single night whenever you saw him.

#summer responds #smutty talks #naruto x reader #naruto smut #naruto drabble #itachi uchiha #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha x reader #naruto fanfiction #SHEEESHHH #this was hot #dear god