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bigfatbimbo · 3 months

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I saw requests were open, and idk if this would be something up your alley, by I would like to see your writing for Alastor with a mommy kink!

a/n — Up my alley? UP MY ALLEY? BABES THIS IS THE WHOLE DOWNTOWN STREET.

I quite literally giggled and kicked my feet when I saw this because… yes?

Anyways though, I was so tired last night when I wrote this so I apologize if it’s shorter than you hoped.

“Ah— careful, my dear,” Alastor winced as you slid onto his cock. His hands were tied to the bed post, and the only thing giving him any illusion of control was his faltering grin.

It was incredibly rewarding to see him like this, open and defenseless against you. It was putting him on edge, you could tell easily from the way his shoulders tightened and his smile wrinkled down, ever so slightly.

“Relax,” you caressed his face with your thumb, “Mommy’s gonna take good care of you.”

You felt his dick twitch inside you, “Nngh, d—dearest, I—“

He’s cute off by an embarrassingly loud whine when you start rolling your hips.

He looks absolutely horrified at himself for the lack of power in the situation, but he doesn’t have time to think about it for too long before your cunt clenches down on his dick.

“Who knew the Radio Demon would sound so pretty in bed?” you tease as you speed up.

Alastor curses himself for the deep static-y moan that comes out. He hated feeling so desperate but he sure as hell loved your attention.

“You—ugh—“ He couldn’t focus with all the stimulation, “—this is perverted.” He stated it as if he wasn’t constantly letting out breathy moans.

“I know you love having mommy dote on you like this , Alastor,” you coo down at him and stroke his hair.

Alastors eyes widened at that comment, before he let out a needy whine.

“You want to be taken care of, pretty baby?” You hump his dick rougher, he nods vigorously. “Want me to praise you and tell you how good of a boy you are?”

He threw his head back into the pillow and kicked his feet out, struggling against the restraint around his wrists.

“Mommy, m—mommy, yes I want—“ his moans and whines are more apparent now as if he stopped trying to hide them.

“You want what, sweetheart?”

“I want—“ he tried again, struggling to collect his thoughts while you milked his sensitive cock. Sex wasn’t something he engaged in often so the sensations got to his head fast.

“Use your words, darling,” you bite your lip while you ride him.

“—I want you, mommy, I need you,” he finished, feeling as if he hadn’t articulated what he’d been trying too.

“Good boy, Alastor, telling me what you want.” You praise, running your hands over his chest.

He moaned pathetically. There was something so madly appealing to him about you calling yourself his ‘mommy.’

Some part of Alastor, deep inside of him, yearned to be praised and cared for. It had been almost an eternity since anyone had done so.

He whined your title in useless slurs, calling out for more. More of what? He didn’t know. He just craved your attention, your touch, your affection, like a starved man.

Your hands roamed his body, along with your lips, while you pussy drank up his cock. His whimpers were getting more frequent and staticky with every hip thrust and bite.

You sensed his climax building from the way he squirmed underneath the restraints of the wrist binds and bucked his dick up into you subconsciously.

In truth, you could feel your own orgasm approaching as well, but you wanted to draw out this for as long as possible. After all, it’s not every day you have the Radio Demon whining for your approval.

“Mommy, ‘m almost there, ‘m so close,” He moaned, still squirming and biting his lip to hold back his release.

His eyes searched yours for the approval to cum, but it wasn’t there.

Instead, finding a vague sympathy as you continued grinding down on his dick, “I know, sweetheart, I know. You’re just going to have to wait, though.”

He whined miserably and kicked his feet. He didn’t like this answer, but for whatever reason he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“Your going to have to wait til after I cum baby,” You explain, breathlessness creeping into your voice, “Until then you’ll just have to be my good boy. How’s that sound?”

He nodded his head weakly, wincing at all of the attention on his cock as he tried to hold back.

You speed up, going fast enough for your orgasm to approach but not fast enough for it to be over to soon.

“Being so good for mommy, Al,” you coo, “Such good control, making mommy feel so good.”

The sides of his mouth look like they ache after smiling through all of this, but he whines regardless.

His eyes are half lidded and needy, his hair stuck to his sweaty forehead while the ties around his wrists dug into his skin.

When you finally let go, you throw your head back and moan, still humping his cock but humming softly, satisfied with your orgasm and equally proud of Alastors restraint.

“Please,” Alastor whimpers, trying his hardest to lean up into your touch before being stopped by the ropes, “Please, mommy, now.”

“My pretty baby, of course you can—“ you didn’t even finish your sentence before being cut off by he’s loud desperate moan.

He came almost immediately after getting your approval and then fell back into the mattress, whispering quiet phrases of ‘Thank you, mommy,’

You pulled yourself off of him and laid down next to him on the bed. After untying the ropes around his wrists you take him in your arms and stroke his hair.

“You did so good for me, sweetheart. ‘m so proud of you,” you spoke softly in his ears.

Alastor didn’t say anything, only letting out a small hum of contentment and burying his face in your neck.

You take one of his hands in yours and observe the light bruise the restraints left of his wrist. You rub your thumb against the injury and he winces. For a moment, you’re worried they were tied to tight until you catch a glimpse of his face.

His usually shit-eating grin was replaced by what looked like a smile of genuine satisfaction.

You quietly applauded yourself for accomplishing something you once thought to be impossible, before you rose slightly on the bed.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Al,” you say. You try to move but his arms clings onto your neck and hold on for life. He whines slightly.

“Alright,” you give in and sit back down, “maybe we can’t wait a little longer.”

a/n — this guys misses his mommy so much it’s not even funny oh my god. He’s way more pathetic than meets the eye guys, trust.

I feel like he would get super needy and clingy after this too like. He would constantly be needing all of attention at all times. He would just be competing with everyone for your attention it’d be wild.

It would make for some absolute fire songs though.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel smut #dom reader #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon

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shaguro · 4 months

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♡ imagine eren as your boyfriend... ♡

sfw

eren is obsessed with everything about you and he doesn’t hide it, the whole world needs to know how much he loves you. sometimes you may even think he’s being dramatic (to be fair the man is dramatic as fuck) but he’ll assure you everytime that this is truly how he feels and he’ll remind you every chance he gets. "i mean it, baby. don’t know what i’d do without you, you mean everything to me."

to add to that last point, one of his love languages are words of affirmation, both ways! eren is all about praising you; whether it’s about how beautiful you are or how he loves how you love him, it’s gonna happen. he literally never shuts up. “look at you, my pretty baby.” “i love you so much, you know that, right?”

as much as eren acts like he doesn’t care for it to be reciprocated, he does. he needs that validation from you, he always wants to hear how much you love him and what a good boyfriend he is. (just stroking his ego)

the definition of wearing your heart on your sleeve. he's very open about his feelings and he wants you to feel comfortable as well. he doesn't want any secrets between the two of you. he wants to be the only person you confide in.

p o s s e s i v e. i really dont think i need to explain further, y'all know how eren gets.

clingy as fuck. he’s kissing on you and cuddling with you every chance he gets, you can’t escape this man! he’s always got a hand on your titty or coochie, not even in a sexual way. he just “wants to be as close to you as possible.” and if you push him away, he’s taking that shit so personally. "eren, leave me alone." “why’re you acting like that, baby? what i do this time?"

will definitely make you an authorized user on his card so you can get whatever you want, even when he isn’t there ❤️ this man really spoils you, like whatever you want, it's yours and he always pays for your hair and nails, loves sending you styles and designs that he finds on pinterest. (don’t worry he only knows abt the app bc of you)

flirts with you in the corniest way possible, like the worst pickup lines ever. eren is just really playful in general. lots of smacks on the ass and tickle fights with him.

he loves being the little spoon but he’ll never admit it. he just gives you a weird look when you try to squeeze in front of him; like girl if you don’t get behind me. 🙄

loves to argue for no reason and it’s always the pettiest, most trivial shit. you’re convinced he does it because he just wants attention. (he does.)

he loves playing songs for you on his guitar, sometimes he’ll have you sit on his lap while he hums the tune in your ear, the soft melody filling the room.

lovessss late night car rides. both of yall phones on dnd, just enjoying each others company. throw in some food and good music, a lil liquor n weed? a time will be had. (because eren is an eater)

he loves planning dates but he also loves being spontaneous with them. you could be relaxing and you’ll get a text from him like “get ready babe. ima pick you up in an hour.” and you’re like boy what??

nsfw

heated arguments with him always leads into intense, passionate sex. i’m talking yall fucking for hours and hours. (eren definitely does this on purpose, it's like a reward to his weird ass)

loves every position, he's just happy to be there but if he had to choose, it would definitely be backshots. like your ass bouncing off his pelvis, his tattooed hands on your neck, how tight your pussy squeezes him? he can't get enough of the view and how it feels.

eren loves eating pussy but he loves how you tug on his hair and moan his name even more. he gets drunk off your taste and the way he groans into your pussy, you would think you were pleasuring him.

choke him and he’ll definitely nut quick. he can’t help it, there’s something about your hands on his neck that makes him go crazy.

always keeps your nails done because he loves seeing your hands wrapped around his dick. keeps your toes done because he loves having them in his mouth. 🤭

dom but will sub for you if you ask. it may not happen super often because eren likes being in control but could you imagine him whining and writhing under you? it gets to the point that he’ll beg. “pleaseplease let me cum baby, f-fuck. feels so fucking g-good.”

praise kink, he wants to hear all those pretty moans and he wants you to tell him how good it feels, how good he’s making you feel. “uh-uh don’t get shy now, wanna hear you mama.””who got you creaming like this, hmm? tell me.”

he’s really a whiner/moaner but when he’s really worked up, he’s a talker too and it’s always nasty. “taking this dick so well baby, doing so good f’me.” “pussy so fuckin' pretty, so wet for me... hmm, gonna fill you up baby. gonna give you all this nut."

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join the hoe house here. ♡

@/hoesluvshanti, 2023. do not copy, steal or repost my content without permission.

#aot x black reader #attack on titan #eren x black reader #eren smut #eren fluff #shanti's stories⋆˙⟡♡

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popamolly · 2 months

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CAN WE PLEEEASE PRETTY PLEASE HAVE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES WITH THE VOX, ALASTOR, AND LUCI (AND ANYONE ELSE YOU WANT) AND SITTING ON THEIR LAP AND WHAT GOES DOWN FROM THERE (IM GOING INSANE)

have a nice day, love your writing, drink lotsa water!!!<3

៸៸ ﹟PLAYER NUMBER TWO!

characters. Vox, Alastor, Lucifer and Adam

warning. fem!reader, video game references, smut, 18+ minors dni

author’s note. i’m licking the plate clean at this idea because i just love it so much. thank you for the request anon, you’re so sweet and make sure you take care of yourself too, treat yourself to something nice! i added games to their personality so lmk what y’all think, did i match them correctly? also i have to say thank you sooooo much for 200+ followers??? like what??? i gotta come up with something very juicy for y’all. now enjoy sinners.

ALASTOR

“Ah!” The jumpscare from the scary game had you jolt in Alasto’s lap, making the usually cynical man grin down on your mischievously. You both had wanted to spend some quality time together by playing video games and of course Alastor picked the game, Tormented Souls.

Not only was it scary but it had a jumpscare at every damn left turn. It had gotten so bad to the point that you were sweating like a sinner in church— anticipating it, expecting it, and yet you still would jump. Though your lover Alastor had barely bat an eye to the scary bits as he controlled his character with delicate composure, progressing through the game with expertise.

Alastor wasn’t a saint, he had not only picked this game because it was scary but because he knew you would jump and every time you would squirm in his lap your hips would brush against his cock in the most delicious way. Call it a ploy to get you to grind on him or whatever you wanted to call it but he was too busy reaping the rewards of you in his lap during this gaming session, “Fuck!” You jumped again this time moving in such a way that you felt his hardening dick press against the panties that you wore, teasing you.

“Oh what is this my dear?” Alastor would grin, dropping his controller to grip your hips so he could force you grind on him. One thing led to another and you were moving your hips which such reckless abandon as he clothed cock just rubbed against your clit the right way, making your sopping pussy closer to an orgasm, “What a vixen you are! I barely even touched you and you’re already soaking wet. How entertaining.”

VOX

You were sitting in Vox’s lap, the both of you indulging yourselves in playing video games to take a break from everything at the V tower until you both were freshly rejuvenated for the next day. Though playing Minecraft might not have been a good idea because it caused for more stress than relaxation for some, especially Vox. “Why the fuck are my chickens escaping?” “Did you make a fence?” “It won’t even follow me, the fuck?” “They will follow you if you hold seeds.” “Where the fuck do I get seeds?”

He’d be yelling in your ear but the sound of his voice right on your earlobe and neck made you shiver. Vox noticed this and couldn’t help but smirk, “You enjoying being in my lap, sweetheart?” You turn around in his arms so you could straddle his waist with a suggestive smile. Before you knew it Vox was digging in his fingertips so harshly into your hips as he controlled your movements, impaling you with his cock and enjoying the way your pleading words fell from your soft lips. He bounced you up and down his length not giving a damn if your just came already. “V-Vox! It’s too much! Please…! Ah, fuck!”

Your pussy sucked him in greedily, velvety wall clenching around him as if you didn’t want to let him go. Vox drank in your form like a pure alcoholic. The breathless pants escaping his mouth was barely enough to make coherent sentences as his mind swimmed with bliss. With half lidded eyes, he watched you bounce along his cock, his eyes drifting downwards to watch it stretch you impossibly wide as you sank back down with a loud moan, “Such a naughty girl, enjoying my cock like a little fucking whore. Now tell me while you bounce on my cock,” Vox was in your ear again, groaning loudly but kept his serious tone, “How do I keep my Minecraft chickens?”

LUCIFER

“(Y/N) I finally got Ketchup to complete my duck island, come look! She is soooo adorable!” Lucifer held out his Nintendo switch for you to see the duck villager move onto his island. Your boyfriend— the King of Hell was currently obsessed with having a duck only Animal Crossing island and instead of taking the easy route he had spent weeks in search of Ketchup in the game and thanks to him manifesting it for himself sure enough he found the infamous Ketchup the duck.

You place your own Nintendo switch down to crawl into his lap, full expecting just to be all cute and cuddly but Lucifer had other ideas. How could he focus on creating a duckie empire in his game when your ass rubbed on him in all the right places. The man had been alone for 7 years— surely you knew he lacked physical touch and intimacy for a long time and now? Oh now he was touch starved.

“Her design is to die for! Lucifer now that you finished you could—Lucifer..?” Your eyes widen slightly when you felt Lucifer reposition you two with ease. You were now on all fours with your ass on full display for him, you turned on your cheek to glance back at him with a teasing smile, “What are you doing, Lulu?”

“I think you know my love,” With a snap of his fingers your clothes dissolved into nothing but smoke, leaving you naked and completely at his mercy, “Now don’t be shy, open up for me.” Suddenly your moans were filling the room, bouncing off the walls, leaving you nothing but a drooling mess beneath Lucifer. His grip tightened around your waist, giving you slow and deep thrust that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head. The lewd, squelch! sound coming from your pussy echoing throughout the bedroom, sounding like a sinful melody to the Kings ears. He picks up his pace, his balls slapping against your clit repeatedly as he hit that spot within you that made you arch your back more in desperate need for him to hit it again.

ADAM

“(Y/N) babe, I’m going to need you to stop shooting at the walls and actually shoot another player, please and thank you.” Adam was getting a bit annoyed with you during your gaming session of Call of Duty and it didn’t help that you were on his lap, blocking his own view— and getting himself distracted. Why did you have to sit in his lap again? Something about wanting to feel closer to him or whatever cheesy shit you said he wasn’t really paying attention. He was complaining about it but he just wanted to tease you, in reality he loved it, “Pay attention (Y/N), this is a team effort, can’t have you going down first, danger tits.”

Your back was to Adam’s chest and your boyfriend couldn’t help his cock straining against the fabric of his red apple print pajama shorts at the feeling of your warm cunt pressing against himself you didn’t mean it in the way but he took it that way. With a devious grin, he would bring his long slender fingers to rub your clothed sex teasingly, making you nearly jump slightly from the contact, “Adam—!”

“Focus on the game babe, I’m not doing anything.” Adam was such a liar. He had now snaked his fingers past the waistband of your leggings, groaning softly to himself upon making contact with your slick folds. He rubbed your clit making you completely submit to his ministrations with a soft moan, letting your body relax against him as you clutched the controller in your hand. Your toes curled and legs began to slightly close as Adam added a finger, then two, then three. “Spread your legs wider gorgeous, let me play with that pretty pussy.”

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loganlermanstanaccount · 7 months

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petition for reader to give miguel the most soul sucking, mind numbing, toe curling, canon breaking, head ever please

yeah was thinking about this one for a while so here it is anon >:)

Gentle Femdom + Orgasm Control with Miguel O'Hara

(AO3 Mirror), Main Masterlist

pairing: bf!Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

summary: Miguel has a long day. You help him relax :)

warnings: gentle femdom, orgasm control, m receiving oral, slight anal play, grinding, general filth. 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: made this femdom because... because uhhh...

wc: 2.3k

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"Baby, I can't-"

"Please, Miguel." You clamber on top of him, and he places tentative hands at your waist.

The pendulum motion of your hips captures him as you rock back and forth on his crotch.

"A quick one, okay?"

His eyes are low as you watch him struggle with himself - clearly conflicted. You feel him squeeze your hip.

"...M'tired, cariño." He presses his forehead to yours, and you card the hair at the nape of his neck. Ever so slightly, he arches, shifting in his seat to press tighter against you.

"Let me take care of you, then." You nose at his cheek, featherlight kisses as you pull his hair a little more, juust so, until…

"Mmh, fuck. Okay, okay-" You giggle as he rolls his eyes, a little embarrassed.

You pull him into a kiss, the messy kind: the kind that has you both gasping, and desperate. When you separate, he's got his eyes closed in bliss, lips slightly parted to chase what's left of you. He catches at your chin, planting wet kisses that he'll turn to hickies, if you're not careful. So you pull away, gently; slipping off his lap to kneel in front of him. You place your hands on his thighs and he stretches out above, giving you a peek of tan skin under his shirt.

Looking up at him like this, Miguel is so, so pretty. You rest your head on one thigh, running your hand up the other. Imperceptibly, he shivers.

Recently, you've noticed something. He's always taken the lead in bed, often initiating, leading you to your climax and always providing gentle aftercare in its wake. And you're more than happy to oblige, riding the crest of that wave; however it comes. Miguel is a giver: selfless and dutiful. It's the little moments of intimacy you think he likes the best and you drink it all in: the way his eyes flutter and legs shake when you give him well-deserved praise, or tell him how much you love him. Miguel is a giver, and you've decided: it's time you give a little back.

"Tell me about your day, baby."

"Uhh, it was g-good," You run across his thigh with your nails, now, and he keens.

"Mmhmm." You keep your pace steady, watching how he reacts just from your touch.

"I mean, it was actually kind of shitty." He blinks, with a faraway look in his eyes.

"Oh? Was it that portal malfunction you told me about yesterday?"

"That was….yeah, I had to deal with it this morning, and-" You press against his length with the heel of your palm, and he's already half hard. He clears his throat. "And i-it feels like I've been putting out fires all day."

Without breaking eye contact. you nod, unzipping his trousers and taking his cock out of his boxers. He's filling up nicely, hardening cock heavy in your palm.

"Like Peter B, today - he's just been off his game. I sent him and Miles to deal with an anomaly, 'cus –mmffuck–“

One stroke, then two, his hips buck up; and you coo.

"Like that, baby?"

He nods, head slightly back as you keep the pace. You stop, squeezing at the base of his cock.

"No, I want to hear it."

He gulps, and can barely breathe with the way you look at him. What's gotten into you? This is…. It feels different.

"...wanna hear you say it for me."

His cock jumps at your tone, dulcet and sweet. "J-Just like that. Feels… feels good."

His smile is lopsided, blissful, and you give him a little kiss at the tip of his shaft as a reward.

"You didn't finish, cariño."

"Okay," He takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair to steady himself. "I think he took Mayday, which I've told him not to about a thousand times. I tell him, you can't take your kid to fight multidimensional villains, and every time he nods and smiles, and does it anyway. Why do I even…?"

He mutters to himself, and you take the opportunity to capture him in your mouth. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock, pretty and weeping precum. The muttering stops, for a bit, as he hisses at your warmth.

His hands come to rest on your cheek, cradling your jaw. And his eyes, God, they melt as you swirl your tongue over his tip. You stop, separating from his cock with a string of saliva, waiting.

He's groaning, trying to compose himself as he slowly starts to understand. When you asked him to talk about his day, you mean it; and you want him to work for that orgasm.

"Fuck, I…. I can't do everything around HQ." It's said shakily, under his breath. Humming in affirmation, you give him a few lazy pumps, eyes low. He sighs, leaning into it. You make his head spin, frankly.

You take him deeper, widening your jaw to fit him in as far as you can and he throws his head back, a hand running through thick locs. You dig your nails into his thighs and he's seeing stars; hips canting into your warmth and oh fuck, is that the back of your throat?

He brings a hand to the back of your neck; not pushing, but applying the slightest bit of pressure. He's close, you can tell – reading that shake of legs and heavy breathing like words on a page.

You bring yourself off of him with a pop, eyes bleary with the memory of him at the back of your throat.

And he's whining, hand clamped around his balls whilst his hips drive upwards; narrowly missing your plump lips.

"¿Qué carajo?" You swear you see tears in his eyes as he fights off an orgasm. "Why'd you stop?"

You giggle, pressing a little kiss to his tip; teasing.

"No hands, Miggy."

He's shaking his head, confused.

"You'll come when I tell you to, okay?" You bolster your point with a quick stroke of his shaft. Precum pours from his tip, in response. "That means no hands, and you'll keep your hips still."

It's bold: asserting the new dynamic like this. What you expect is for him to tug at your hair and pull you onto his cock, regardless – and you'd welcome it, if he did. But instead, your boyfriend gives you a desperate nod, wringing his hands and placing them flat on the couch besides him. He's obedient, you note.

As a reward, you sink a little lower; suckling at his balls whilst keeping eye contact.

"S'feel good?"

He nods, but it's only when you raise your eyebrow he takes the hint. "Y-Yes. Feels good, baby."

You hum, pleased with his response: Miguel slotting his hands to his sides, like a good boy.

"We'll try that again, okay?" You pump his cock, marveling at the precum that pours out.

And so he tries, bless his heart, stopping and starting through a scattered recount of his day. You're watching carefully, reveling in the way he melts like this. It's not often Miguel gives you this chance, often too concerned with getting you off to let you slobber all over his cock: your hand dwarfed by his pretty length, steadying yourself as you take him in as deep as you can.

"...a-and the flux condenser needed replacing s–so–ffuck–I–"

His hips buck up, and he groans; head tipped back on the sofa and apologies spilling out before you can even react.

"I'm sorry, baby. P-Please, please don't–fuuck" He's resorted to pleading when you separate and sit back on your knees.

You're licking traces of him off your lips, and he groans, snaking a shaky hand through his hair. There might even be tears in his eyes, and with the way he sounds, it light you on fire.

You get closer, lashes fluttering as he keens. His tip pours precum, and his length pulses; breathing heavily as you mouth at his balls. You're feeling greedy, wanting to see more; to watch his pretty lips curve in that O shape you've gotten drunk on.

He obliges, hands clawing at the couch cushions and you slather over his balls. You run your tongue over the skin; warm, wet, the flat of muscle chases its push and pull. You can't help it now, hand trailing down to your pussy, and you grind down on the heel of your palm. Sharp scarlet eyes trace down, along the gentle curve of your skin and down to where your hand meets your pussy.

He's begging, little expletives mixed in with pleading, and you let it go to your head. You slip your fingers along your slit, pads of your fingertips brushing against that little bud, and you can feel him: Miguel tensing against your lips. He's close.

"Can you cum for me, Mig?"

With a tremendous groan, your lips seal around his tip, and he's forced down as far as his cock will go. Miguel cums, hard, spilling as you gag around him, nose brushing neatly trimmed hairs at the base of cock.

It's a lot of cum, salty and thick, and you drink it all up with glee. Watching, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes, you lick it up from his tip, and pop off of his length. Heaving, Miguel tenses as you run your nails down his thighs, stroking lovingly.

"Fuck." He hisses, shaking as he pulls you up onto his lap.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, smiling like a dope.

"Was that good?" You ask innocently,

"Good? Of course it was–" He's still out of breath. You watch him writhe, placing big hands at your hips that slowly travel to your ass.

You cut him off with a kiss: sweltering heat, and he's licking up your moans. Underneath, he stirs, hardening as you're dragged across his length by rough palms.

"Ah-shit–Mig!" He slips a hand down the back of your panties, two fingers playing at your hole. As expected, you're soaked. "Thought you said you wanted a quick one?"

He rolls his eyes, pressing light kisses to your jaw, and to your neck.

"I was tired, baby." He shifts, and seats his fingers comfortably inside your cunt. His other hand shifts your hips, and you're led into a gentle roll of hips. His eyes are blown, two fingers scissoring your pretty hole and thumb tapping at your asshole. You recognise this as the kind of hunger that only surfaces when he wants something: deep, desperate yearning you can never get enough of. You lean forward, one arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other at your ass like a slut, spreading yourself wider so he can go deeper.

“J-Just like… oh fuck—just like that.” He sits further back, and you can’t help but fuck yourself on his fingers. It doesn’t last long, feeling his cock quickly harden underneath. Fuck. You want him seated deep, bullying his fat tip inside.

“Miguel.” You’re whining into his ear, gently easing his fingers out. “What do you want, cariño?”

You want to hear him say it; to put a name to the pleasure he so dearly deserves.

“You.” He breathes. “You. Always you.”

He nips at your neck, big palm splayed onto the back of your head, pushing you down onto his lap. When you discard thin shorts, and slip off lacy panties, you make quick work of his pretty dick, already hard and aching. He likes this bit, he thinks, leaning back to look at the way your legs shake around his length – too impatient to take it slowly.

And God, that stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head; a quick, stuttering pace as you claw for one another. It feels feral, just the way he likes it, the press of bodies as you slot yourself against him. It’s addictive, you’re addictive; and he finds himself unable to love in any other way than with his whole being. He thinks you’re made for him; moulded to the shape of his length as you hump against one another.

It’s not just fucking. It’s sticky and sweaty and needy; and it has you creaming around the base of his cock with a wet slap. He presses his thumb to your asshole; chest creaking at the way he can feel your walls from there. He can feel you everywhere; and then he spills into you, filling you to the brim. His cum drips out onto his balls, and in your haze you use the wetness to massage them. They feel heavy, and sore; and so you roll the skin in your hand to soothe him.

Tears prick at his eyes, and he’s groaning lowly, forehead pressed against yours.

“Oh, baby.” You coo. “I know, I know.”

You sit like that for a while, his fat cock softening inside of you. With the weight of his orgasm, he crumples ever so slightly, shaky hands spanning your back to hold you like water.

It makes you smile, and you whisper sweet things into the shell of his ear. You’ll run him a bath later, wash his hair and rub his back as you slip into the water with him. You know him well: he’ll complain, insist he’s fine and gently swat you away, but you’ll stay steadfast.

Miguel is a giver - you know that. Every once in a while, you’re more than happy to give him a little back.

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pathetic-sapphic · 9 months

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Arcane characters and aftercare?👀🤤

Aftercare with the Arcane characters

VI likes to make sure you have everything you need and pampers you as if you are royalty. She feeds you bits of chocolate, makes sure you drink water and cleans you up. Afterwards, she likes to cuddle with you and discuss what the whole experience was like for you. She always needs to make sure you were completely okay with everything she did and wants to know if there is anything new you'd like to try next time. Vi's goal is to please you and make you feel good, so seeing how happy and relaxed you are after the deed is done means the world to her.

Just like that, baby, drink up. Don't want you to get dehydrated haha, I know that took a lot out of you. Here, have some chocolate, I got you your favorite. No need to thank me, you know I'd do anything for you, sweetheart. So, how was it? I wasn't too rough, was I? Do you want me to be more gentle next time? I know you like it rough but I don't want to risk hurting you, okay? Good, now just relax and let me take care of you, baby.

JINX is always bursting with energy after the two of you are done. She has a lot of stamina so you need to remind her that you cannot keep up with her and that you need rest. So she directs all her energy and focus into taking care of you. She gets very clingy after sex and keeps running her hands all over your exhausted and flushed body, she loves the way it makes you whine so softly. Drags you off into the shower and then lets you take a nap on the couch while she goes out to buy some takeout for the two of you. She is very quick as she doesn't want to make her sweetheart wait for her long and when she comes back, she feeds you and cuddles with you on the couch. Always lets you know how much she appreciates the trust and love you give her.

What is it, toots? Don't tell me I already wore you out? Okay okay, let me just cuddle with you for a bit and then we'll go shower, sound good? Of course it does! Tell you what, how about after we shower I make a quick run to Jericho's and get you your favorite? Gotta spoil my little trinket, you're just too cute! Consider it a reward for being so good for me today, alright? Hey, don't go hiding that pretty face from me, baby! Aw, you're so red it's adorable, makes me want to pinch your cheeks. But really, you were so good for me today, yknow that? Good, I'd hate for you to think any differently.

CAITLYN never wants you to worry about anything, especially when you're this vulnerable and tired. She brings you food and something to drink, rubs healing salve on any sore places and carries you to take a bath. She'll have you sit in her lap while softly washing your hair and body, leaving soft kisses all over your flushed face. Goes heavy on praise because she needs you to know just how good you were for her and how you made her feel good too. As strict and demanding she can be during sex, she is as sweet as honey during aftercare.

You were so perfect for me, darling. You made me feel so good and I'm so proud of you. Lean your head back for me please, I'd hate to get shampoo in your beautiful eyes. There, thank you love, doesn't that feel nice? You're always so good for me that I can't help but want to spoil you afterwards. Oh, you are so darling when you blush, come here let me kiss those red cheeks. You are absolutely adorable!

You have no idea what your satisfied sighs and fucked-out expression do to EKKO's heart, do you? He loves witnessing just how good he made you feel and always needs to know he's treating you right. Loves laying in bed with you for hours, sharing sleepy kisses and meaningful glances. He likes to make small talk to make sure you are alright and that you're not too sore. If Ekko notices you wincing when you move, he gives you a gentle massage while kissing the back of your thighs and shoulders. He tells you how much he loves you and how stunning you are. Just the sight of you laying next to him makes his heart feel so warm and his stomach full of butterflies. Little Man appreciates you so much and sees you as his ray of sunshine in the darkness known as the Undercity.

How was that, babe? Did I blow your mind? Haha, guessing by the look you're giving me, I'd say I did. Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Are you hurting anywhere or feeling sore? Lay on your stomach, I'll give you a nice, relaxing massage. You were pretty amazing too, you know that, firefly? You always look so pretty and sound so cute, I can't help but fall in love with you all over again. Okay, okay, I'll stop teasing but I want you to know that I love you and I'd do anything for you, alright? Good, just relax now, I'm here.

SILCO is, quite surprisingly, very gentle with you. He knows he can be rough and how taxing it can be on both your mind and body so he showers you with praise afterwards. Lets you cuddle into his side while he lights a cigar and tells you how lovely you are. He will prepare a bath for you along with your favorite snacks and drink. Silco will join you in the bath but only if you ask nicely because he prefers showers and has to go back to work. If he notices you're still feeling vulnerable and needy, he will let you sleep in his lap or on the couch in his office while he does his work. Will occasionally stop just to admire your sleepy face and press a soft kiss into your hair, murmuring a soft 'I love you'.

How are you feeling, darling? I wasn't too rough, was I? Alright, but please do let me know if you ever feel like that or if I unintentionally hurt you. I only want to inflict the kind of pain which brings you pleasure but you already know that. You were wonderful, my love, don't you worry. You're always perfect for me. I had a bath prepared for you so feel free to take your time as I have to go over some documents now. If you start missing me, feel free to join me in my office, beloved. There's always a place for you by my side.

VANDER loves giving praise and body worshipping his partner both during and after sex. He'll support himself on his side with his arm while gently caressing your face and hair with the other one. He'll gently murmur how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to have you. Despite his size, Vander is an extremely gentle and caring man, something which he never fails to show around you. He also loves making you laugh as it's the most beautiful sound he has ever been blessed to hear so he will often gently tickle your side or tell jokes. Loves kissing the bruises his hands and mouth left on you, always checking with you whether or not they hurt. Because of the kids, the two of you rarely have time for such activities so Vander makes sure to make each and every opportunity incredibly special and intimate.

Look at you, my darlin'. I keep askin' myself just what have I done to deserve someone as lovely and stunning as you. You are amazing, you know that? You always make me feel so good and I hope I managed to return that favor. I'm sorry we don't get to do this more often but that makes it all the more special, don't you think? Looking at you spread out so beautifully next to me makes my head go all fuzzy, I'll never understand how an old sod such as myself managed to find someone as sweet and alluring as you. Sleep now, love, you deserve to rest. I love you so much, never forget that.

SEVIKA could never get tired of the feeling of your body against hers, so she'll often have you rest on her lap while she sits against the headboard and smokes. She'll draw gentle circles against your thigh with her free hand, admiring the marks she left all over your pretty, pliant body. Will gladly share her cigar with you if you ask her for it, thinks you look adorable when you try to inhale the smoke and fail miserably. She'll pat your back and take her cigar back, telling you to just relax against her until she's finished after which the two of you will take a nice, hot shower. Always asks about how it was for you because she knows she did well and made you see stars but hearing it from you makes pride swell up in her chest. Loves focusing on your pleasure and making you feel good even though she can be rough at times. But Sevika makes sure to make up for any roughness by taking good care of you afterwards.

Just like that, baby, just relax against me. There's no rush, we have all the time in the world. Hand me my lighter, will you? Thank you, sweetness. You want to take a drag? Go ahead but try not to choke haha. What did I tell you, baby, bitter stuff like this aren't meant for some as cute and sweet as you. I'd hate to have my darling choke on anything other than my fingers or stra- Okay okay, no need to be embarrassed, you certainly weren't before. Alright, I'll stop teasing for now, the last thing I want is to have my baby be cross with me so just rest and I promise I'll wash your hair later, sound good? Of course it does, I know all my darling's weak spots.

Oh, this sweet, sweet man. VIKTOR needs to feel your closeness and warmth after you two do it. He loves engulfing your form with his arms and just holding you for a while. He often craves reassurance, needs to know he made you feel good and loved. Your pleasure and enjoyment are a top priority to him and he often doubts his ability to satisfy you because of his health issues. But with how attentive and careful he is, you know he could never make you feel anything less than amazing and he needs you to tell him that. He loves feeling your warmth against him and proposes a bath after the two of you catch your breath. You both wash each other's hair and bodies, making ridiculous shapes with the foam and blowing bubbles all around you. What follows is a soft make out session filled with gentle, wandering touches and tender praise.

Was that alright for you, ljubavi moja? Are you feeling okay? Good, lay down with me for a bit? I just need to feel you next to me, you always make me feel so warm and loved. You were truly wonderful just now, you never cease to amaze me. I am so lucky to have someone so wonderful as my partner, I love you more than anything. Yes, even more than Hextech haha. Your love and care made me realize that there is much more to life than just work and I'll be forever grateful to you for that. Now, how about we take a bath after which we can cuddle as much as you want, alright? Oh, but, can I get a kiss first?

translation: ljubavi moja - my love

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dollfacefantasy · 27 days

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Better Than One

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader x ada wong

summary: leon and ada take care of their needy puppy as your heat approaches

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), vibrator use, masturbation, daddy kink, mommy kink, threesome

word count: 2.4k

a/n: yippeee trying something a little different for me! hope you guys like. as always, i appreciate all the comments and reblogs <3

Any other time, the front door swinging open would’ve set you off into a happy prance to greet whoever it was coming home. Your ears would be perked up, tail swishing back and forth so fast it becomes a blur. You’d wrap either Leon or Ada in a tight embrace, nuzzling them and inhaling a deep breath of their scent you’d been missing for however long they’d been gone.

That would happen any other time, but not right now. Not when you're spread out in Leon’s lap with his hand holding a vibrator to your clit.

When the front door opens right now, you barely register it. Your droopy eyes don’t catch the motion, and your own whines and whimpers combined with the buzz of the toy make it hard for you to hear the familiar creak. You only become aware it’s happened when you see Ada standing a couple feet from the couch, staring down at you with a knowing look on her face. You want to say something, to acknowledge her at the very least, but all words get tangled up in the back of your mouth. They melt down into more needy moans.

“Starting the fun without me?” she asks. Despite looking at you, you know she’s speaking to Leon.

“It wasn’t really a choice. You should’ve seen her. She was practically humping my leg before I let her have this,” he says.

“I bet. It’s because you spoil her. She knows you’ll give in,” she says as she approaches the couch.

Leaning over you, she catches his lips in a quick kiss. She then turns her focus for you and guides your face to look up at her.

“You’re so cute though. I can’t say I blame him,” she says and gives you a kiss too.

You eagerly reciprocate the affection. Your eyes remain fixed on her after she pulls away and sits at the other end of the couch. Her gaze meets yours, sending a wave of pleasure straight to your center. Your eyes flutter shut again as your hips begin bucking harder against the toy and your head tilts back against Leon’s chest.

He chuckles and gives you a kiss of his own. “That’s a good girl, baby. Show mommy how bad you needed your toy,” he coos.

His free hand moves up on your body to fondle one of your tits. You arch into his palm while you can feel her eyes sweeping over your form from her seat opposite you.

“Has she cum already?” Ada asks.

“Oh yeah,” Leon answers as if it’s obvious, “How many times, pup?”

“Twice, daddy,” you whimper, your nails digging into the flesh of his forearm that was wrapped around you.

He rewards your correct answer by swiveling the toy over your clit in a mini figure eight. You cry out, and your legs begin trembling. Your ears pin to your head as more mewls erupt from you. He smiles down at you and continues to drag the toy over your pussy, teasingly prodding it at your entrance before taking it back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Across from you, she has slipped off her boots and brought one of her feet onto the couch cushion. Her legs spread, revealing the black panties she wore under her dress. You lock onto the sight, mouth already watering in anticipation. Two of her fingers slide down between her thighs and stroke over the fabric. She relaxes against the arm rest supporting her back and presses down a bit harder as she continues to watch Leon play with you.

“Daddy…” you whimper for the man behind you. Everything going on was piling up right now.

“What is it, puppy? You gonna cum for daddy again? Gonna gush all over my pants again. You’re already dripping so much, sweetheart,” he says softly while he continues to work the vibrator on you.

“I know,” you whine, “Can’t help it, daddy. Need it.”

“You need it?” Ada teases. Her voice has a breathy quality now as she plays with her own pussy over the black lace between her legs. “You really are getting to be spoiled.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, lip jutting out into a pout.

“Go easy on her. I think her heat is coming. She hasn’t even been complaining about it being too much,” Leon tells her with a smirk.

“Is that right?” she continues, “Maybe you really do need it then. You’re gonna need it next week for sure. Daddy’s gonna have to take extra special care of you, won’t he?”

You nod wildly, your hips moving back and forth on his lap like they have a mind of their own. You can feel the bulge that’s formed in his pants. Your ass pushes up against it with every rock.

“Maybe mommy will help you out too. I’ll pull out that extra special toy you only get when you’ve been really good,” she teases.

You again nod almost as fast as your tail can wag. Both of them caring for you at once, pressed up against you, filling you to the brim sounded like heaven. The image alone is enough to carry you to the edge and rip a shriek from your throat.

“Good girl,” he croons, “You cum again, princess. Cum for daddy and show mommy what she missed earlier.”

With his permission, you let loose. You gasp for air through ragged inhales. Your back arches and jerks with the weight of the euphoria crashing over you. The pleasure only intensifies when you hear a soft moan come from Ada as she watches you let go. Your eyes screw shut, and you rely completely on Leon to keep you from toppling off his lap to the floor.

Once you’ve been through the high and are on the way down, he clicks off the vibrator. He plants a wet kiss on your cheek and scratches the base of your ears gently. You curl into the love and squish your cheek against his muscular chest.

He smiles down at how sweet you are. His hand rubs up and down your back. “You love daddy’s lap. I think it might be your favorite place,” he whispers.

You nod again, this time the motion coming out slurred and lazy.

“That’s right. That’s cause it’s where good girls like you belong. Daddy always wants his precious little puppy close,” he says, “But I think mommy could use some attention too, yeah?”

You perk up at that, remembering that the other person in the room did in fact need your affection. Climbing off his lap and making your way to the other end of the sofa, you smile at Ada on the way there.

“There’s my girl,” she coos.

Her hand leaves her cunt as her arms open to welcome you. You collide with her and cuddle up to her. Nuzzling her breasts, you loop your arms around her waist.

“I missed you today,” you mumble.

“That’s good because I missed you too. You look like you had fun playing with daddy though,” she says and kisses your nose.

“Mhm, but I still missed you,” you say.

She smiles down at your loving nature and strokes along your jawline. “I think I know a fix for that problem,” she says.

You beam up at her in affirmation, having the same solution in mind. The solution you’d had in mind since she first flashed the seductive garment covering her pussy. You’re beginning to slide South when Leon grabs your ankles and tugs you towards him, speeding up your trip.

“Daddy!” you whine and throw a look over your shoulder.

He chuckles at your small cry of protest. He had undressed himself during the moment between you and Ada. His muscular abdomen was on full display for the both of you with his hard cock hanging between his legs. He steps closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Shhh, I think daddy deserves a treat too for playing with you, yeah?” he asks.

“I guess,” you huff. Of course, you would never actually turn down a chance to have Leon’s cock inside you, but you also liked playing annoyed sometimes.

You nuzzle into the junction of Ada’s thighs. Your nose swipes over her center, taking in the heady scent that had heat flowing through you. You kiss and lick at the fabric before pushing it aside. One of your arms secures itself around her leg while the other keeps the black cloth from getting in your way. You dive right into your task, lapping at her slick like it’d been years since you tasted it last.

“Such an eager baby. We never really trained patience into you, did we?” she sighs as her head falls back.

You don’t respond, too enthralled with her folds to register her words. You whimper against her skin. The taste alone is enough to have you squirming, but combine that with her hand smoothing over your head and her soft moans of “that’s it, puppy” and “so good for your mommy” and your own thighs were shifting against one another in search of even more relief than you’d been provided today.

Lucky for you, that wouldn’t be an issue for long. Leon shifts you up, pushing your face deeper into Ada’s cunt in the process. He elevates your hips to where he can access your own pussy. You’re already in the middle of the act, so he doesn’t see the need to tease you. Plus he was already so worked up from the multiple releases he’d watched you go through on his lap.

He slides right in with no resistance thanks to how soaked you were. He groans and sinks all the way in. You let out a satisfied moan but remain focused on Ada. You suck on her clit and flick your tongue on the bud before going back down and licking at her hole with sloppy strokes of your tongue.

He lightly smacks your ass from behind, drawing one more whine from you as he then begins to thrust. Your chin is coated in Ada’s arousal by this point, but that only spurs you on in your fervor.

Her noises gain volume, joining in the chorus of moans coming from you and him. Your noises are slightly muffled since you're buried in her cunt, but his skin slapping against yours with each movement makes up for that lost volume.

“Messy little puppy,” Ada whimpers as she watches you devour her, “Can’t get enough, can you?”

You shake your head as your head bobs up and down, pleasuring each inch of her. He picks up speed behind you, starting to slam into you at a faster pace. You bounce back and reciprocate the thrusts.

“Fuck, look at her go, babe,” he grunts to Ada, “So desperate for daddy’s cock.”

“That’s right,” she breathes, looking up into his eyes, “None of her toys could replace the real thing. She’s always gonna need that the most.”

“Is that true, pup?” he asks you with another slap to your ass. His eyes stay engaged with Ada’s for a moment longer, both sets glossy with lust and consumed with the pleasure you provided.

“Yeah, daddy. Nothing else feels the same,” you pant before pushing your face back against her pussy. Your nose bumps against her clit from the rocking motion of the man behind you.

“Sweetest little puppy in the whole world,” he groans and tilts his head back. He almost loses it when he sees how fast your tail is wagging as he drills into you. “Taking it perfectly, baby. You earned every inch.”

You moan at the praise and lap at her with increased dedication. Your whimpers get stronger and they can both hear it. Ada’s beginning to shake violently as you had when you were on Leon’s lap at the mercy of the vibrator. Her thighs fight the urge to clamp around your head before finally giving in when she reaches the edge.

“Fuck baby that’s it. Make mommy cum,” she moans.

You lick stripes against her pussy with precision, doing it just the way you’d learned she liked. From her noises, you know she’s reaching the boiling point.

“Make mommy cum, and daddy’ll give you a treat, pup. Your favorite treat,” he says.

Your tail starts wagging so fast he thinks it’s gonna fly off at any moment. He also feels you tighten up around him, bringing that special treat even closer to reality. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs while keeping the panties as far out of the way as physically possible at the same time.

It’s no time before she seizes up above you and gushes all over your face. You take in every drop you can, not letting up at all as she rides it out. She grips the couch cushion and your head, pulling you impossibly closer. Leon watches the beautiful sight in front of him. Seeing it only serves to drive him to his own edge. He slams into you a few more times. Then he unloads and sprays your favorite treat deep inside you. He fucks it into you, making sure you get it all as he moans and locks his hands on your hips.

You have your own release too. It’s muted compared to the last three, but still enough to have your body rolling and your moans loud enough to be heard from within the confines of Ada’s thighs.

She’s the first to come back to reality. Leon’s pulled out of you and laying back against the cushion while you’ve collapsed where you were. She lifts your head and swings her legs around to sit normally. She places your head back down on her lap and soothingly strokes your head.

“Good girl. You did perfect. We couldn’t ask for more,” she coos.

“Thank you,” you murmur while pressing your face against her legs.

Leon isn’t long after her to rejoin the land of the lucid. He sits up with a few deep breaths and scoops up your lower body to flip you over and hold your legs in his lap. He rubs your belly and watches over you as you sit in the afterglow of all that ecstasy.

“You worked so hard, pup,” he says softly, “We’re so proud of you.”

They both relax and catch their breaths while showering you with gentle touches and kind words. You couldn’t be happier. While you were all tuckered out for today, you couldn’t help your thoughts from drifting to the next time you could play all together again. You float off into a nap as you rest in the loving cocoon of their affection.

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whiskersz · 2 months

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Hello all, I wanted to dedicate some time to writing some self indulgent stuff, so here's some Adam dating HCs! Do tell me if you'd like more ^o^ Also I'm trying to play around with the format of my posts.

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Adam x Reader - Dating Headcanons

✦ Adam undoubtedly has a soft spot for you; from refraining to call you distasteful nicknames to trusting you to preen his wings, many are the ways in which he demonstrates that you’re special to him, not just another Angel. You’re one of the few souls who willingly shows him kindness after all, so how could he ignore that? Despite acting like a jerk most of the time, he really can’t bring himself to be that way around you.

✦ To get someone like him to fully respect you takes a lot of time and patience; just ignoring his unpleasant comments and jokes alone won’t do, you’ll sometimes have to retort with a joke of your own, or even laugh at them. If you do it’ll boost his confidence stratospherically, it’ll make him full on puff up his chest and give one strong flap of his wings to hear you laugh at something he just said.

✦ Something that I also mentioned in another one of my headcanons posts is that he loves naps; he’s a pretty lazy guy in general, so between meetings and training he’ll surely want to relax, even better if he gets to do that with you. He likes lying on his couch with you wrapped up in his arms and wings - bonus point if you’re peacefully sleeping – with his TV playing in the background. If you’re in bed though, expect him to move around a lot as he does so unconsciously in his sleep, unless he’s holding you...in which case his arms will practically trap you and you won’t be able to leave without waking him up.

✦ Another thing he quite enjoys doing with you is playing videogames, just to chill a bit together, and if drinking was allowed in Heaven I feel like he would be the type to play drinking games. He surprisingly doesn't need much to have fun, even in the house.

✦ Adam loves eating ribs, but he can’t cook for shit. He’ll always order those or takeout on a daily basis, so you decide that it’s a good idea to teach him at least the basics. He’s very clumsy in the kitchen, doesn’t really understand how most things work but hey, at least he can tell when the water’s boiling! So teaching him how to cook his own ribs is a bit of a process, but eventually he learns and takes pride in knowing how to make his favorite dish on his own. Give it some time and he’ll be parading around and telling anyone who asks about how his ribs are way better than the ones you can get at a restaurant.

✦ Speaking of food, he’ll almost always take you somewhere to eat if you’re on a date. Even if you’re just getting fries from some stall on the side of the street, he’ll make sure you’ve gotten a treat at the end of the day.

✦ He’s a big show off too, so he’ll 100% propose you to try playing guitar only to exhibit his own skills. If you compliment him enough and you appear to be genuinely interested in learning though, he will gladly be your teacher. He will show you how to play the songs he likes them most – his own – and reward you with a ‘You rock, babe!’ or something along those lines and a kiss whenever you get something right. He’s really, really proud of you and of being able to teach you something.

✦ Adam loves casually calling you pet names. He won’t use extremely cheesy ones, but things like babe/baby, sexy and hon. He’ll use them in sentences where they don’t even really belong, even, just because he’s willing to show you this sweet side of him that nobody else gets to witness. The one thing he will never call you is shortened versions of your name; he finds those extremely corny.

✦ He’s also not really afraid of showing his love in public, PDA is very much his thing when you two are together. Hand holding, a wing draped across your back, an arm around your shoulder...careful not to do too much though, he’s not really a fan of kissing in public or anything on the more intimate side like that. If this happens he won’t deny you a kiss or a hug but you’ll have to deal with his attitude for a while.

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vienssunshine · 8 months

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Nanami's Hands Make a Great Necklace

pairing: Kento Nanami x fem reader nsfw word count: under 1k content warning: erotic choking/asphyxiation author’s note: I keep getting distracted from my other writing by these Nanami thirst situations my brain won’t stop focusing on.

When you first talk to Nanami about choking you, he is a little confused. He’s used to doing things like that in the context of fighting cursed spirits, not pleasuring his sweet girl. But you ask him so nicely, leveraging your pretty eyes and coquettish voice to make it near impossible for him to be close-minded. He is met with a kiss on his cheek and a victorious smile when he agrees to try it out.

He fulfills your request the next night. You’re in his lap, back pressed against his chest and legs open and sprawled out over his. You’re doing such a good job at taking his thick fingers deep inside you, so when you bring his free hand up past your collarbone, asking a silent question, he can’t say no.

His palm covers the entire front of your neck when he wraps his fingers around it. Since he spent last night fully educating himself on your kinky interest, he knows to apply pressure to the sides of your throat and is gratified when he hears you gasp with delight and excitement in response. He can feel the vibrations under his palm as the honeyed sounds travel through your throat and it makes his cock twitch in his pants.

“Had to reward my pretty girl,” his voice rumbles in your ear, "Been so good for me."

“Mmmm thank you,” you slur out as the warm dizziness begins to hit your head. You melt into Nanami’s firm frame, a euphoric smile spread across your face.

He hasn’t seen you like this before, so pliant and submissive for him. You’re giving him total control over your pleasure, your body, your life. He likes it, a lot.

Still, this being unknown territory for him, he checks in, “Is this alright for you, sweet thing?”

“S’perfect,” you murmur, eyes fluttering and arm coming up to drape around the back of his neck. Satisfied, Nanami begins to pump his fingers in and out of you once more, having eased the pace so as to not overwhelm you while trying something new.

You arch your spine at the renewed sensation and foolishly try to squirm away from the fierce pleasure his fingers are pushing into you. “Behave,” he states with a warning squeeze to your neck.

He knows you tend to be bratty, not one that surrenders without a fight, but, this time, you listen to him, relaxing back into his chest and letting him care for your aching cunt. His sweet thing must love being choked.

“I wish I had known about this sooner,” he says, his breath hot against the curve of your ear, “I didn’t know it made you such a good girl.”

Your shaky hand comes up to rest on the strong fingers encircling your neck, a wave of heat hitting you at the feeling of his rough knuckles underneath your touch. You like his hand there to a dangerous extent. “Was nervous,” you say, interrupted by a moan when he adds another finger to your dripping hole, “Nervous you wouldn’t like it.”

“Darling, I would like anything that has you this sweet for me,” Nanami says.

You turn your head on his shoulder and press a kiss to his cheek as best you can with pleasure assailing your poor body. He continues talking to you, the low timbre of his voice vibrating against your ear, but the haze hanging so heavily over you is making it hard to have your attention on anything other than the fingers massaging your insides.

“My sweet thing can’t focus on anything anymore?” Nanami asks, a dark undercurrent in his tone, “Maybe I should give you a break.” He loosens his fingers around your throat, but before he can remove his hand, you cover it with your own, keeping it where it should be.

“I’m close,” you plead, shining eyes looking up to his stoic ones, “Need your hand around me when I cum.”

He remains silent, waiting. You already know what he wants, and though you like to play coy with him, the nearness of your climax is excruciating, so you whimper out such a sweet “please” that he has to give in.

“There, there,” he coos, his hand resuming its previous grip, “I can’t deny my pretty girl anything when she asks so nicely.” His fingertips press down hard on your pulse and you’re hit again with the sweet effects of deprivation.

You get what you want as, with his rough hand around your throat, the sensation of cumming is divine. So lightheaded, you’re unable to feel anything else when it happens, momentarily forgetting your physical body in the waves of pleasure.

As you’re coming back down to reality, all you can sigh out is a string of ‘thank you’s. Even if you sound like a broken record, Nanami loves each iteration. What he knows for sure is that the next time you ask to try something out, he will have no hesitation.

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byoldervine · 4 months

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Motivation For Writing

Getting Off Your Butt:

1. Aestheticise it. Let the light in through the curtains, turn on your fairy lights, lay a blanket over your lap, light some candles, whatever you need to do to feel like a writer. The right vibes can go a long way

2. Picture that one scene. There’s almost always a moment you’re super excited about that basically inspired the whole book. Picture it, play it out in your head in full cinematic fanfare, gush to yourself about how cool it is and how everyone will love it, picture a future fanbase going nuts for it. You might get excited enough to go back to writing

3. Set a word count goal. During NaNoWriMo this year I think I wrote more than I ever have in one go. The thing that kept me coming back was the desire to not fall behind. I ended up with ~45K words after some complications irl caused me to drop off in the final few days, and that’s all just because I was adding up the 1667 a day word count goal and realising where I needed to be at to keep up. I definitely can’t stay as rigid as I did with 1667 words every single day, but seeing that you’re only a few hundred words off of a goal is super motivating - just be sure to set realistic, easy to achieve parameters for just general use, like 1000-2000 words per week. I know 200 words per day is a popular one for people trying to establish a writing routine that can’t dedicate forever to the craft

Maintaining Motivation:

1. Writing sprints. Writing sprints are a godsend for me, I like to set myself up in the living room with Abbie Emmons’ writing sprint video on. The video lasts two hours and is broken up into two parts; 25 minutes to write and 5 minutes for breaks between writing, so four 30 minute sprints overall. Having the timer and countdown with peaceful music and an aesthetic background is both relaxing and encouraging, as well as giving me a specific time for how much longer I have to push through. It’s easier for me to say “Okay, only ten more minutes, then you can take a break” then it is to say “Just keep going, we’re not stopping until I say so” which is too arbitrary for my brain to accept

2. Give yourself a choice. If you’re struggling to keep your focus, come up with a finish line and tell yourself you don’t have to do any more work once you’ve reached that point. Finish the paragraph, go for another five or ten minutes, keep it up until your next scheduled break. Whatever sounds realistic and doable without being overwhelming. And once you’ve met this goal, ask yourself if you still want to stop. With any luck, you’ll have gotten back into the zone and will choose to keep going. Maybe you’ll want to take a quick break but you’ll come back later on. And maybe you’ll decide that now actually is a good stopping point. Just remember that, if you do still want to stop, don’t force yourself to keep going. You can’t strike deals with yourself if you know you won’t keep your word and all you’ll end up doing is burning yourself out, which will lead to even less writing getting done

3. Try a new angle. If you can’t be bothered to write anymore, is there anything else you can do for your book? Plotting, editing, worldbuilding, character sheets, one-shots all that sort of thing can still be productive for your book while still being different enough to give your brain a slight respite. It also means less work in that particular area later on

Afterwards:

1. Organise. Clean up your workspace and put everything away so it’s nice and neat for when you come back to it. Or if you don’t need to pack things out the way, set it up in an aesthetically pleasing way so it will tempt you back next time. Let it give you the writer vibe

2. Take care of yourself. Get a drink, have a snack, walk about, stretch your limbs, take a breath, cuddle your pet. Something that gets you away from straining your eyes looking at text for a bit. This is also a good time to reward yourself if positive reinforcement is something you use on yourself. If you always feel shitty after your writing sessions, you won’t want to go back to it

3. Positive reflection. Make sure to tell yourself you did good, even if you didn’t get as much done as you would’ve liked or it isn’t up to a standard of quality you’re aiming for. That can all be fixed later on, and you’re infinitely better off than you would’ve been if you didn’t do it. Be proud of yourself. Tell yourself you’re proud of your hard work and your dedication and your effort. Remind yourself that this is a fun thing you like to do. Marvel over how insane it is that you’ve gotten this far - not many people do - and that you’ve got all this tangible work to prove you’ve accomplished something so many people wish they could pull off. If this isn’t fun overall, there’s no point

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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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boxer!todo who trains almost every damn day. always wanting to be at his top physique at all times.

boxer!todo who lets you come with him to every training session or workout at the gym so you don’t get lonely.

boxer!todo who is undefeated due to his raw strength and ability to adjust to anyone’s fighting style. he’s beaten men bigger and faster than him because he’s just that good.

boxer!todo who doesn’t allow you to come to some of his fights. not wanting you to see how gruesome it could get in the ring.

“papa why notttt” you whined, feet stomping on the ground as you followed your boyfriend around the house. “cause i can tell how it’s gonna go. ion want you seeing all the blood and bruises ma.” he said calmly as he bent down to grab a water from the fridge. “but he was talkin so much shit at the press conference. talkin bout how he’s the best and how you never gon amount to him. wish i could fuck that nigga up myself.” you mumbled your last sentence, making todo chuckle as he watched how upset you were getting. you took the insults worse than him, and he was the one getting them. “don’t worry mama ima whoop his ass. jus need you t’stay here when the day comes while i go handle my business, aight?”

boxer!todo who spends his day offs taking you out or chilling with you at home.

boxer!todo who spoils you rotten with most of his money. if there’s was something you liked, expect it to be at your doorstep within the next week.

boxer!todo who makes sure you always have a good view of him at the fights he lets you attend. loving how you scream for him when he does a move he’s been working on or how you’re quick to lift him up when he takes a particularly hard hit.

“cmon pa we eat those”

“you got it baby hit him in the body”

“focus todo! you not done yet!”

“uhh huhhh he can’t fuck wit you baby”

he loved hearing your pretty voice.

boxer!todo who made sure to give you a reward for keeping him in check during ever match.

“you my good little motivator ain’t you mama?” his thrusts were quick, large hand pressed down lightly on your stomach so he could feel himself moving inside of you. “mhmm. you d-did so good daddy” you moaned. todo smiled as he began fucking you deeper, making your back arch off the bed as he caressed your cheek with his other hand. “did good ‘cause i had you there to cheer me on. love makin my pretty girl proud. you proud of me ma? lemme hear you say it.” todo didn’t care about how anyone else felt about him, but you. always seeking your validation after a good fight. “m’so proud of you. there’s n-nobody better papa.” “uhh huh. nobody.”

boxer!todo who also fucks you so good when he’s not happy with his performance after barely winning a fight that should’ve been “light work” for him. feeling that since he couldn’t give his all in the ring he’ll make up for it in the bedroom.

boxer!todo who never went out partying after his fights. always choosing to relax at home with you rather than be in a room with a bunch of drunk guys and bitches with their asses out.

boxer!todo who has you wear his chain during every match. you bought him the chain as a gift when he won his first fight as a pro boxer. it wasn’t the most expensive, but it was still worth a lot. you saved up for months to get it for him and he almost cried when you showed it to him.

“you didn’t have to-” “yes i did. you been working so hard and you deserve it. gon be the best there ever was baby” todo’s eyes began to water as he let you put the chain around his neck. it fit nice, sitting right over his strong pecs. “cant wear it while i fight so ima need you t’keep it safe f’me. that okay ma?” you nodded your head before giving him a passionate kiss on the lips. “i don’t mind wearin it as long as you continue to think of me” todo smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulled your head into his broad chest. “always.”

boxer!todo who keeps a level head for most of his fights, never really letting the trash talk at the conferences get to him. he saw no point in trying to get a rise out of his opponent and felt that they should feel the same way, but they never did. there was only one time he let his anger take over and it nearly got him disqualified.

“a.t how do you feel about your ability to win this fight” the reporter said. todo kept his face serious as he thought about his answer. “well i been training real hard, learning some new skills. i feel like if i keep my head straight and fall through with my plans i should be able to win this thing.” he toyed with his chain as he spoke, not really thinking anything of this little event and just wanting to get home to his pretty girlfriend. the reporter asked his opponent the same question, and while he answered he noticed todo wasn’t paying attention to him at all. still playing with the gold around his neck. he noticed that it was the same chain he’d see you wearing when he would come to scout todo’s matches. a smirk planted on his face before he uttered something he’d come to regret. “yea i know ima win. and after i do, ima bring me a honey home. might even give his little girlfriend a taste since i heard she got a thing for winners.” loud gasps immediately filled the room as well as your living room while you watched the whole thing live on the edge of your couch.

everyone waited for todo to retaliate, but he didn’t. he kept calm as a small chuckle flew from his lips. holding his head down as he began to crack his knuckles. “we’ll see.” was all he said before the press moved on with their next question. everyone thought he was fine. his opponent even slumped down in his chair a little more as he thought his insult did absolutely nothing, but you knew the truth. todo only cracked his knuckles when he was angry. really angry. usually only doing so to keep himself from punching or breaking something. when he got home that night he acted as if everything was fine, but you could tell he thought about it all the time. by the way he’d hit the punching bag with a little more force than usual or how he nearly sent his trainer flying out the ring before walking towards his locker room. todo was pissed.

when the day came he made you promise not to come to or watch the fight. the seriousness in his tone made you worry, but you fell through with your promise because it meant so much to him. when todo came home it was a lot earlier than you’d imagine. his fights usually took thirty minutes to an hour, but at this rate his opponent couldn’t have lasted longer than the first round. “you win?” voice small as you watched your boyfriend quietly walk straight towards the bedroom. “mhm…” he walked into the room, closing the door behind him. you scrambled to your phone to see what could have him acting like this. a quiet gasp left your lips as you watched clips of the very short fight. like you thought, the poor guy didn’t last the first round. receiving blow after deadly blow from your boyfriend before eventually getting punched so hard in the face that he flew to the other side of the ring. “mama get in here! need you right now.” you smiled before taking a deep breath and skipping your way to your bedroom.

boxer!todo who fucked you the best when he was hot and jealous after a fight.

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moonstruckme · 4 months

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Hey lovely!! Once again have been binging your page, and I saw you mentioned the lack of sirius in your request and I had this idea the other day! So it’s been like the longest day of classes and reader comes back completely slumped like ready to sleep a thousand years and sirius comes in to see her snuggled up in bed, his sweater on, and knocked out cold. Then he is all soft and wipes off her makeup (because half the time I fall asleep with it on and wake up w mascara smudges) and reader wakes up full of sleepy mumbles to sirius. Preferably female reader but if your more comfortable with neutral obviously do what you’re more comfortable with! Much much love to you and your writing 🤍🤍

Hi sweetheart, thanks for requesting!! Much much love to you back :)

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 895 words

Sirius very nearly sits on you.

He thought you were out and was planning on waiting in your room for you to get back, but now he sees the evidence of your presence: your bag discarded in a heap by the door. You’re hardly more than a sliver of forehead and the tips of curled fingers sticking out from under the bedspread. He reroutes the second he sees you, straightening from his near-sit and biting his tongue to contain a curse. Your breathing is heavy and whistles slightly on the way in. You’re out cold.

Sirius’ heart feels unbearably tender in the way it often does around you. He swears, when he gets like this even a toothpick would be a lethal weapon against him. He’s a boy made of mush.

He pulls the bedspread down so you don’t smother yourself, revealing your lovely face with tiny smudges of mascara caked under both eyes. And the collar of the sweater he’d found missing last week, the one you’d claimed to know nothing about. Sirius has every right to be angry about that. At least ostentatiously indignant, as is often his preference for dealing with your rare offenses. But the sight of you makes him more fond than is reasonable. You’ve pulled his sleeves down so only your fingers peek out, and the collar is all scrunched up under your cheek, and Sirius is fucked.

He is absolutely, totally fucked. There’s just absolutely no way he’s got enough room in his heart for this much love. It very well might kill him.

He keeps moving to give his heart something more productive to do. You’ll wake up feeling frustrated and extra lethargic if your eyelashes are sticky with mascara, and Sirius knows your routine well. He finds the supplies in your cabinet and barely breathes as he swipes the makeup remover over your skin with careful fingers, wiping away the traces of your day. It had to be a long one, to send you so deeply into sleep before the sun has even finished setting. The dying light illuminates your face while Sirius works. He tells himself it’s good for practical purposes as well as just making you look especially lovely. He can have both.

Your eyes take the most persistence, and that’s when you start to rouse.

“It’s just me,” Sirius says softly when your hand twitches up as if to feel for his wrist. “You fell asleep with your makeup on.”

“Oh.” You relax impossibly further under his touch, voice breathy and dulled by sleep. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, gorgeous.” He gets the last of the mascara off but isn’t ready to be done touching you, brushing the back of his forefinger along your hairline. “What’s done you in so early, huh?”

Your eyes open for a moment, like you want to make sure he’s really there, before closing again. A pinch appears between your brows. “Headache,” you mumble. As if remembering your misery, your head sinks into his sweater like a chrysalis.

Sirius’ brows pinch too, though your eyes aren’t open to witness his sympathy. “I’m sorry, lovebug. Did you take something already?”

You hum in unhappy affirmation.

“Hasn’t kicked in yet?”

A halfhearted huff. “Or it’s not really helping.”

He cards a hand through your hair, rewarded when the tension in your features eases slightly. “I’m sure it will, we’ve just got to give it time. Anything else I can do to help?”

“Not really.”

“Oh, come on, sweet thing.” He’s wheedling, covering a tad of desperation with a good heaping of teasing. “You know, I’ve been told that just looking upon me can cure a myriad of ailments. I’m like—what do the muggles have? Their god-human guy.”

You crack an eyelid, the dryness of your expression undermined by a twitch of your lips. “Are you saying you’re Jesus?”

“I’m saying that I’ve been told I’m sort of like Jesus,” Sirius corrects you with a grin. He rubs at a nonexistent smudge of makeup on your cheekbone. “So there’s got to be something I can do for you.”

You release a great, heaving sigh, like your boyfriend is really asking a lot of you. But when you look up at him, there’s a familiar shyness there. “Do you wanna just lie with me for a bit?”

“Baby.” The teasing leaves Sirius immediately. He softens like dough in your hands. “Of course I do.” He shucks off his shoes before shuffling out of his pants, knowing your rules about outside clothes in bed trump your occasional bashfulness when it comes to nudity. There’s nothing sexual about this anyway. You tuck into Sirius as soon as he’s close enough, and he brings his arms around you protectively, one banded around your ribs and the other curved over your shoulders so he can cup the back of your head. “Don’t be silly,” he whispers with faux malice, kissing your hair. “I always want to do whatever you’re doing. Are we going back to sleep?”

“Maybe,” you hedge, but Sirius can already hear your voice stretching. You’re slipping away even as your head eases closer to him, your breath tickling his collarbone.

He tries to match your languid tone to help along the process. “Sounds good, gorgeous. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

Your reply is barely audible, but Sirius’ heart warms nonetheless. “I know you will.”

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xiax · 1 year

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#"will you eat me out?"

;feat. xiao, diluc, + itto/afab!reader

;cw. cunnilingus

a/n. i like comfortable intimacy don't look at me

all characters presumed to be 18+. minors do not interact.

! XIAO

you both got home late from a commission, getting caught in a thunderstorm and effectively getting soaked to the bone.

the second you both stepped into his room at the inn, you began stripping yourselves of your wet clothes.

xiao plopped on the bed, folding his arms under his head as he relaxed. you paused you toweling of your skin to gaze at him.

he was still nude, strong muscles flexing with every minute movement he made. the position of his arms made his biceps flex and you found yourself clenching your thighs together.

"hey, xiao...?" you ask, approaching him carefully.

he peeked a single eye open to glare at you, though it held no heat to it.

"i was just wondering," you climbed onto the bed beside him, jostling him a bit, "will you eat me out?"

he heaves a sigh and you can't help but grin. because even though he acts like it's an annoying request, the way his cock twitches lets you know that he thinks anything but that.

in a flash, he has you pinned beneath him and he's carefully slinking down your body, tossing your legs over his shoulders before absolutely devouring you.

he keeps his heated glare focused on your face when he dips his tongue down to your entrance, prodding at it until your hips jolt st the feeling. he ferociously suckles your clit, lapping at the bud and positively drooling all over your cunt.

you're a mess within seconds, squirming and crying out while you tug recklessly at his hair.

"oh! xiao!" you cry, not caring about how lewd you sound, "that feels so good! you're so good!"

"shut up," he snaps, but his cheeks flush red under your praise.

he doesn't give you a chance to tease him, however, because he's swallowing your swollen clit into his hot mouth again.

the sounds of him eating you out is wet and lewd, loud squelching and his heated gasps for air every time he needs breath.

he's diligent in the way he works you to orgasm, salivating at the mere prospect of having your sweet, creamy cum fill his mouth. his cock is throbbing, painfully hard but you requested him to eat you out and he was going to finish you before he even thought about his own selfish pleasure.

he moaned, a sympathetic sound that he had no control over, as your back arched, chanting that you were cumming and thanking him so prettily for getting you there.

he was on top of you in seconds, desperately sinking his cock into you. his reward for being so good to you.

! DILUC

you knew he was working, shut away behind the heavy wooden door scribbling away at his paperwork. he had been so busy lately, leaving the winery at the crack of dawn to go to town and coming back late at night to do some paperwork before crashing into bed while you were sound asleep.

you missed him more than you could articulate.

you missed his company, his voice, his touch.

you were frustrated, a heated ache settling in the core of your tummy as you imagined your handsome lover just next door. so close yet...he wasn't there with you.

you whined into your pillow, petulantly kicking your feet against the mattress as you tried to rationalize your needs to yourself.

was it fair to disturb him simply because you wanted him to touch you? what if he rejected you? you weren't sure if you could handle that embarrassment. but maybe you could convince him to take a break and indulge you a little bit!

you knocked a couple times upon his office door before opening it when he called for you to enter.

he was sitting in his chair, hair tied up in a messy high ponytail and his jacket discarded on the back of his chair, leaving him in the short sleeved shirt he wore beneath it.

you closed the door behind you and approached his desk, glancing down to see he was signing some papers.

"do you need something?" he asked, voice blunt but not unkind.

he sounded tired, maybe even a little bored.

"i just..." you feel your cheeks flush as you remember exactly why you were in here, "i just...wanted to check on you...?"

his pretty, red eyes flicked up, peering at you from under his heavy bangs, "is that all?"

diluc was far too perceptive for his own good. no matter how much you tried to hide your true intentions, he always managed to figure out what it is you wanted most.

"is something bothering you?" he asked, finally setting his pen down.

"n-not really..." you respond, fidgeting with one of the little knickknacks that sat on his desk.

he sat back in his chair, making it creak under the shift in weight, "come here."

you obediently round the desk until you come to stand right beside him. a single gloved hand winds around your waist, slipping under the back of your shirt to rub your back soothingly.

but really all it does it make you crave for him to touch you without the barrier there.

"you can tell me anything, you know that, right?" he asked, his concern more evident in the way he furrows his brows and frowns.

you whine, knowing you can't keep it in anymore.

"i-i just..." you flush and clear your throat, "w-will you eat me out?"

his eyes widen for a fraction of a second before a blush settles in his cheeks. but he doesn't even hesitate in pushing his chair back away from the desk and moving everything important out of the way.

"yeah, yeah, i can do that baby," he smiles, patting the empty spot on the desk, "been neglecting you lately, haven't i?"

"mhm," you whine as you settle into the spot made for you.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart," he coos, pushing the hem of the oversized shirt you stole from him up.

if he noticed how completely dripping wet you were, he didn't comment on it. instead, he just tugged your panties down and spread your legs.

the sight of your lover between your thighs had your heart racing.

"please, diluc," you beg so sweetly that it brings a smile to his face.

he dips down immediately, tongue sliding between your folds to find your clit. you keen, head faking back at the intoxicating feeling of him making you feel good after so long without it.

"oh!" you cry, hand tangling itself in his ponytail, tugging slightly to direct his tongue to the right spot you needed, "there!"

he grunted, eyes slipping closed before flicking his tongue over the sensitive little bud until you legs twitched over his shoulders.

"so good!" you cry, moaning unabashedly as your lover ate you out so well, "please, i'm so close!"

at that, he quickly sealed his lips over the bud, moaning when you harshly yank his hair. you topple over the edge embarrassingly soon, nothing but a trembling, twitchy mess on his expensive desk.

he releases your pulsing clit with a little pop and wipes his mouth with the back of his gloved hand.

"that was fast," he muses, grinning at the sight of you so messed up just from him suckling on your clit, "would you like more?"

"what about your work?" you whimper, letting him tug you to your feet.

"i can finish it later. let's go."

! ITTO

itto had a habit of being a tease. but it wasn't conscious he was just...touchy! his love language was physical touch. but unfortunately for you, you were always completely heart eyes for him that any measly touch from him had you skin setting ablaze.

a brief brush against your back as he scooted past you, cupping your hip when you reached to grab something high, lips against your neck in a display of fleeting affection — it all steadily got you to your breaking point.

the sight of your teary eyes had him jumping to his feet immediately. eyes wide and hands flailing desperately as he assessed your body for any injuries.

"what's wrong!?" he cried fretting desperately over you as you sniffle.

"itto...?" you whimper, "w-will you please eat me out?"

he freezes at your request, a thousand thoughts popping into his head.

"i-is that all?" he sighs, slumping against you, "i thought something was wrong!"

"you've been teasing me all day!" you whine, wrapping a trembling hand in his hair, forcing him to his knees. he easily let you, already feeling his cock twitching to life at the sight of you so desperate for him, "you've been mean!"

"ah...i didn't realize, little one," he coos, smoothing his hands up your thighs, talented fingers easily stripping your lower half, "i'll make it up to you just like you want."

the position wasn't ideal but he couldn't deny that having you over him, holding your shirt out of the way and staring down at him as he slowly licked your needy little cunt, was doing something to him.

his tongue swirled over your clit, long nails biting into your hips as he held your steady when you swayed at the pleasurable feeling of his hot mouth.

he was messy, letting your slick soak his face and letting his drool drip down onto the floor. but neither of you cared, all you cared about was using his tongue to get yourself off. and he was more than willing to offer it.

holding his tongue out, all you could see were the whites of his eyes as you ground against him. your clit was hard and pulsing as his slid along the wide expanse of his tongue.

you were so grateful for that oni tongue — it felt better than anything you could ever imagine.

startlingly soon, you were cumming. he held you steady, practically panting as he tongues your clit to help you though your high.

but if he thought you were done, he was sorely mistaken. because before your orgasm could even come to an end, you were resuming humping yourself against his face, crying and gasping as you overstimulated yourself into stupidity.

you were a dream after his own heart.

@xiax // do not modify or repost

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angiesmagicspace · 2 months

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Reversed roles

“Ooh, tell me why, tell me why do I feel so free when I'm dead?

Oh, when I'm tied on to your short leash”

Pairing: husband Seungcheol x wife reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: slight BDSM themes, DOM Cheol, sub-femme reader, tying up, edging, teasing, overstimulation, etc.

Summary: Her job requires her to take on the leading role, but the roles become very different when she enters her home.

A/N: Back from the dead, uni is really kicking my ass. But I hope you like this. Tell me your thoughts

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Being in charge was a part of your personality. Everything from your personal life to your work life needed to be perfect. Ever since you were promised a leading position in your dad's company, you aimed to be the best in everything you did. The control you had was fueling you to achieve greater things in life. Sometimes people would try to be snarky and comment how you must drive your partners crazy with the amount of control. But they didn't know that they were far away from the truth.

Your husband Seungcheol is your favorite person in the entire world. Ever since you met him during one of many company dinners, you were so in love. He truly was the best thing to happen to you. He is truly the cherry on top for you. People would often comment how you two compliment each other so well, and you couldn't agree more. What they didn't know was that you two compliment each other on so many levels that it's almost embarrassing to admit. He is the ying to your yang, the moon to your sun, the missing piece of your puzzle. Every time you hug him, you feel like you successfully found your other half.

He is the one who helps you switch from your role of the leader to the role you enjoy a little more. Being his submissive was your favorite thing of every day. This dynamic between you two felt so natural. From the very first time you were intimate, the roles were just implemented like they were agreed before. He held the reins in his hand, and you were just there to take everything he gave you. Even when you were restrained, it felt free to have him make all the decisions and control your pain and your pleasure.

Once again, you are on your way home from a very tiring and stressful day at the company. But just the thought of coming back home to your husband was exciting you to no end. All that stress will be forgotten the moment you kneel in front of him, and he puts your collar on you.

“I'm home,” you yell while closing the door behind you, already smelling your husband's perfume in the air, making your insides tingle. The moment you spotted him sprawled on the couch, you felt the excitement rush through you. He looked ethereal, so buff yet soft to the touch, he truly looked like a deity sent from the goods to reward you. “Oh, kitten finally. I have been waiting for so long,” he jumped up, spreading his arms so you could just bury your head in his chest. Hugging you tightly, he kissed the top of your head, giving you just the comfort you needed today. “Do you want me to make some dinner or order something?” he asked, still embracing you tightly against his chest. “No, thanks, baby. I already ate something, but there is something I want more.” you pulled away just enough so you could look him in the eyes. He just arched his brow, waiting for you to tell him your wishes. “I want you to take care of me,” the moment those words left your mouth he knew what you required the most.

Without any words, he scooped you up in his arms and walked to your bedroom. He let you down on the bed and went to close the door, while you took off all of your clothes, leaving only your panties and bra. Lowering yourself on the cushion in front of the full-length mirror, you slowly let go of all the stress. What made you relax entirely was the feeling of your collar being put on by your husband. His strong hands felt so gentle while he was putting the pink satin around your neck. From this moment it was only him in your world, nothing else mattered besides his commands and rules.

“Now kitten, you know the rules. What I say goes, you only speak when spoken to, and you aren't allowed to do anything without my approval. Am I clear?” his tone was lower than usual, but that is how he speaks when he is in the role of your dominant. You looked up at him, already in bliss. “Yes, sir” Your words felt so soft to his ears, oh he loves you so much. “Get on the bed, laying on your back. I want to see all of you,” his instructions were always stern, and your body moved on its own there was no reason to rebel against your husband. Sprawled on the bed, you were waiting for his next move. He collected something from your closet and came back. Slowly, he took off your lingerie, which meant that you would soon be tied up. “I am going to tie you up for now, if you behave I might let you touch me.” every step he always explained, his dominance didn't always mean pain, most of the time it meant caring for you in a way no one couldn't. Silk ropes wrapped around your ankles and hands, restraining you just enough so you won't be able to touch him or move too far.

Firstly, his hands found their way to your chest, massaging your boobs, pulling on your nipples, and stroking them in a circular motion. He set his focus on them, knowing that it will get you going in no time. Your nipples are very sensitive and some days he could make you cum just by sucking on them. Low moans left your mouth while he focused on your neck, giving you small hickeys here and there just to make a small reminder of whom you belong to. Your whimpers became louder by the second, and he knew that if he didn't move his hands now you would be cumming in no time, which wasn't his plan. His hands moved down to your hips, one hand staying there and the other moving further down so he could gently palm your pussy.

His fingers moved softly over your slit, collecting your wetness very audibly. Every stroke of his fingers made you squirm, he was so close to where you needed him, but he didn't do what you needed him to do. Quiet whimpers and pleas left your mouth, but they fell on deaf ears, now wasn't the time for you to choose. “Quiet kitten, you will get what you require when I decide it,” the tips of his fingers found your clit, massaging in a circular motion. Every touch was more intense than the previous. You were so close, already feeling your orgasm nearing, but your hope didn't last very long when you felt Seungcheol remove his hand from your pussy. Making you even more desperate than you were already. He continued doing this for some time, bringing you so close to your release and then removing his fingers immediately.

“Oh, look at you kitten. So desperate that you would cry for an orgasm. I am cruel to you, aren't I?” nodding your head, you felt his dick rubbing against your entrance. By this point, you were crying, whining, begging for any sort of release. It was torture, but you needed more than he could imagine. Carefully, he slipped inside you, stretching your tight walls with his big dick. It felt amazing, the stretch always burned slightly, but you knew that his size was to blame for that. He slowly trusted inside of you, building his pace very carefully so you wouldn't cum just yet. “Is this what you wanted? Sir to take care of you and pleasure this little pussy of yours, hm” his breathing was heavier, he truly loved being inside of you there was no better place for his dick than your pussy. He craved it every day, he worshiped it every time he got down on his knees, it was his favorite meal.

With every thrust, you were closer to reaching your orgasm, and he knew that. Positioning the tip of his dick right on your g spot, feeling your walls flutter against him. You were ready to cum, and he would make sure that it was the best orgasm ever. Thrusting faster, he felt himself also getting closer, but that wasn't important right now. Just as you were seconds away from cumming, he pulled out.

You were ready to scream and beg, but that's when you felt his fingers enter your pussy. Moving in and out at brutal speed, hitting your g spot every time. And that's when you felt it, reaching your orgasm felt like heaven. Arching your back, you pushed yourself harder on his fingers, and he gladly let you. Slowly coming down from your high, you looked at Seungcheol, while he admired you. “Kitten, I knew you had it in you, squirting on my hand like this. Almost had me cumming without any stimulation.” he softly spoke, and that's when you realized that the sheets beneath you were soaked.

“Thank you, sir. Thank you for making me feel so good.” whispering, you tried to thank him the best you could. He just hugged you while untying the ropes from your hands. “Thank you, kitten, for trusting me.” lifting yourself, kissing his shoulder as thank you, feeling deeply relieved from everything that happened today.

“Sir, could I do something for you?” even though you felt spent from your orgasm, you still craved the feeling of his fat dick on your tongue. “Only if you want to, kitten. I don't want to pressure you.” you knew that he didn't need you to do it, but it was for your pleasure anyway. You lowered yourself down, licking the tip of his dick. Sucking him, hollowing your cheeks, it almost felt better than cumming yourself. He made himself comfortable against the headboard, admiring you and the stained sheets behind you. You bobbed your head up and down, stroking what you couldn't fit in your mouth. It truly felt amazing to have you like this. Seungcheol couldn't last very long, the whole sight in front of him was too much to handle. Soon you felt his warm seed hit the back of your throat.

He lifted you, embracing you in a hug. You stayed like that for some time before he transferred you to the bathroom to wash you and cuddle you some more.

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the-floral-perspective · 8 months

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His Best Girl | Tim/Masky

Warning: p in v, overstim, oral f receiving, mad Tim/Masky, Tim/Masky wanting to reward his favorite girl, soft dom Tim/Masky

x Fem! Reader

Tim had came home angry today, muttering something about Jeff and a missed target. You knew his special business, and didn’t really care. That’s probably why Tim liked you so much, you were so bright, and he wanted to protect your flame.

His counterpart, Masky, was much more possessive. Though, today you had Tim, an irritated Tim in need of relaxation.

“Hey baby,” you murmured against his chest, hugging him softly from the doorway he just came through.

“Hey babe,” his tense face relaxed and he kissed your forehead. You looked up at him cheekily.

“What’re you giving me that look for, sweets—“ he was cut off by your gentle kiss. Savoring the moment, he held you by the jaw and pulled your face away.

Tim stared at you adoringly for a couple seconds and kissed you back lightly. You had attempted to speed up, but his only reaction was putting a hand around your neck and the other around your waist. He controlled your pace gently.

“What’re you so desperate for, huh?” Tim laughed lightly, breaking away.

“Did you miss me?” He asked, you nodded your head in a defeated manner, pouting at him.

“Aw, you’re so cute, baby. Can I see how wet you are? I know you like it when my hands on your neck…”

“Please,” you muttered, looking up at him.

Tim hummed and continued your sweet kisses, his hand that was on your waist made it into your pants. Your pajama shorts making his job easier. He rubbed the outside of your underwear, causing you to shiver in the kiss.

Teasingly, he tapped at your clit, to which your body jolted with. Tim chuckled lightly at your bodies movements, he knew you couldn’t help it. Slowly, he made his move around the house and into your bedroom, dragging you along with him.

There was a switch. Tim paused after he let your body rest on your silk baby blue comforter. The sun casting beautiful stories on your body through the blinds. Your legs were spread as you laid back, shorts halfway on and shirt all the way up.

Tim’s eyes were darker, and you knew it was now Masky. He took a second to search his surroundings before his eyes laid on you. Masky chuckled deeply, “aren’t you such a good girl?”

“Y-yes,” you muttered. You took off your shirt and shorts while you were at it. Masky taking quick notice of the wet patch between your legs on your underwear.

Masky mockingly pouted, “aw, need me to take care of you? Poor baby, can’t even take care of herself…”

You bucked your hips to him, in response he slipped off your underwear quickly and spread your legs forcefully wide. The cold air on your leaking cunt made you shiver, but it was quickly replaced by Masky’s warm tongue.

It was a sick game, really. Masky played with your folds for a bit, soaking up your taste before he really went in for his meal.

He switched inbetween your clit and back to your aching hole. Eventually though, he stuffed his thick fingers in you and curled them upwards. The ridges of his knuckles hitting your walls deeply as he sucked on your clit.

Masky continuously licked upwards at your clit and circled it, creating a cruel pattern of pleasure. Your ambrosia dribbled down his chin and hand as your wet came out of you with every thrust.

Your mind grew hazy at his routine, stomach seeming to tighten as he sped up to near impossible speeds.

That was one thing you liked about Masky, he was way more durable for long sex and was near impossible to satisfy quickly. He always needed more of you.

Eventually, your back arched and the cord in your body cut. Your pussy fluttered against Masky’s repetitive movements, and you didn’t know how to react to the pleasure.

“Cmon, honey. Make it to at least three for me and we’ll be done, alright?” He mumbled into you, not giving you a break from his pleasurable torture.

“I-I’ll—ngh— try!” You whimpered out as Masky sped his pace once more.

You could feel your slick exiting your body from your previous orgasm, Masky only soaked it up in his mouth. His chin dripping onto the comforter. They’d have to wash that later.

With already orgasming, you could quickly feel your second one approaching. Especially with how Masky was sucking in your pussy, he practically bathed in it. You’ve never seen him this desperate before.

You couldn’t keep still, your legs continuously clenched and unclenched. You had attempted to shut them, but Masky wouldn’t allow that.

Masky made sure to eat you good and well before he’d fuck you. By the end of his attacks on your cunt, you were shaking relentlessly and body constantly twitching from cumming so much.

Jesus, you were so hot to him. “Do you think you could handle one more baby? Just one more,” he practically whined out in a husky breath.

Masky humped you through his jeans, now leaning over your body. His head lay in the nook of your shoulder. Your pussy fluttered as his jeans came into contact.

“Y-Yes, but quick-“ you had mumbled back quietly, letting out small whimpers as his jeans nudged you.

Desperately, Masky unzipped his pants. He never took his clothes off, it made him strangely horny to see you so lewd while he remained modest.

He tapped his dick on your clit a couple times, relishing in watching your pussy tense before slowly starting his way inside.

Masky’s cock was thick, though not too long. Only about 5-6 inches, but the girth always had you panting. It didn’t hurt much, only a light burn before he started speeding up.

“Remember, sweets, only one-“ Masky was cut off by his own moan.

“God you’re so tight for me baby. My sweet girl, god. You make me feel so good— ngh!”

You could feel yourself practically milking his cock, he was pulsing inside you. “G-god I could just be in you forever.”

His face was so pretty when I’m the moment, ironically he was thinking the same about you. Your hair had rested like a halo upon your head, contrasting the bed comforter.

The sun had started going down, but a small peak of sunlight had made you seem like a goddess to him.

Masky had gotten more desperate as his orgasm crept up to him. His pelvis hitting your clit lightly, causing you to jerk with every thrust on accident. He celebrated these accidents though.

You could feel yourself getting tighter, feeling as if you were about to burst. Masky the same. He never thought he could find a women like you.

As the two of you shared an orgasm, Masky thought about how bad he was at words. He could never get out how much he appreciated you, but he could always show it through actions. Masky could never get enough of how sweet you were, literally.

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