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i really wanna start writing/smaus, i think itll be fun but i have nowhere to start and im not extremely good at english where can i (maybe) start? or tips anything helps :)
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GIVING FTM!JJK CHARACTERS THEIR FIRST CREAMPIE [PT. 1]
focus: gojo, nanami, geto & choso
tags: creampie, degradation kink, praise kink, breeding kink, hair pulling, finger sucking, daddy kink & sir kink, dumbification, feminization & pet names (hon, baby), squirting & creaming, riding, mating press, overstimulation, mentions of marathon sex, p spanking, brat taming, established relationships (some), some fluff. (and hints of sugar baby choso).
wc: 4k
a/n: omg the devil works but i work HARDER! i’ve got way too many ideas, and i need some way to get them out, so here this is!!! i don’t use ai, i just love me some commas and quotations. also, heavy overuse of italics and i learned how to do gradient lmao.
GOJO SATORU.
“Oh, fuck!”
The obscene sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the living room, a slick plap! that would be enough to make just about anyone get hard. The sounds of the television show you had both sat down to watch being simple background noise that neither of you could be bothered to pay attention to.
Large hands gripped thin hips, hard enough that you knew you’d leave even more marks across Satoru’s pale skin. But the man wouldn’t mind. I mean, just look at him. There he was above you, snowy locks bouncing as he eagerly raised himself up and down using his knees and letting gravity drop him right back down onto the dick he’d been dreaming about since he left for his mission. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” With every bounce, his creamy hole clenched you so tight that your hips tilted up, pushing a desperate yelp out of Gojo’s mouth.
“Yeah? It’s that good?” The condescending tone you’re going for works, making Gojo clench and gush a little more around you, cheeks flushed the prettiest pink as he fucked himself completely stupid on you. Satoru had been fiending for a taste of you all day. Even while battling curses & arguing with the higher ups, your dick plagued his mind throughout the morning and straight into the afternoon. And finally, he was getting a taste of every thick inch you had to offer him.
“D-Don’t tease me! I really n-need this.” But his begging was only a cherry on top of the cake, your hands wandering up to grip his waist while one drifted up further, a digit pressing against his saliva slick bottom lip. “Aw, is that right? You been thinking about this all day, baby?” The slut nods, gorgeous eyes having turned into rings of blue from his dilated pupils. Like it was natural, his lips parted to let you guide that finger into his mouth, the warm heat enveloping it.
His pace never stops, the squelch of his pussy being spread open like music to your ears as he forces himself down, even rolling his hips a few times so he could grind his swollen clit down on your pelvis, and feel every last inch of dick deep inside his belly. “What else have you been thinking about, hm?” Your shaft was gleaming with a mix of his juices and your own precum, a sight that makes you squeeze Gojo’s hips again, unable to resist the urge to yank him down.
He mewls around your finger, eyes rolling back with bliss. In his fucked out stage, he lets the words come out around your finger all slurred and saliva packed, “Your cum…” His stupid little expression makes you chuckle, continuing to help him bounce up and down a bit, “Oh, really? We can arrange that.” Your hand holds his hip again, ready to lift him off of you to give him what he’s been craving, but he grips your wrist and slams back down, forcing a moan out from both of you. “Satoru, fuck–”, “In me.”
His words stun you into silence, both of you stopping to stare at the other. Those pretty blues were shining with tears, the skin on your finger wrinkling from the moisture from his saliva, and both of you so aroused it hurt. But that didn’t mean you weren’t in your right mind, “What?” Gojo drops down onto his elbows, both positioned at either side of your head as an expression of genuine pleading drowns his features. “Been thinking about it all day, all month. I want it. I really fucking want it.”
You stare up at him, wide eyes as he begins to move his hips again, rolling them down against you, letting moans of pleasure drift into your ears, face contorting from the blissful pressure of your tip against his g-spot. And carefully, you let your hands grip his hips, slowly beginning to thrust up into that pliant body again.
It only takes two minutes for the both of you to get back to furiously fucking, balls clapping against Satoru’s ass, arms wrapped around him to hold him against your chest like a doll. And he takes all of it, practically screaming his enjoyment into your skull, leaking so much that it was making a sticky mess between you and leaving a puddle on the couch.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Your own voice comes out as a low mewl, one hand unable to help moving down to squeeze his pale ass, basically bouncing him and down on your dick by yourself. He reaches back, gripping your wrist as his body trembles like a leaf, “Y-You keep hitting it. You’re hitting it! Right fucking there!” It filled you with pride knowing you could turn him into this. This slut that drooled all himself just for your dick. Nobody else’s.
“Feels so good, doesn’t it?” You already knew the answer, didn’t mean your cock didn’t throb when he responded with an erratic nod, tears sliding his cheeks as his own tights began to shake. Just in time, as you could feel the heat of your own release building in the pit of your gut. You just needed a little push. “C’mon, I didn’t fuck you that stupid, did I?”
Gojo can’t be bothered to hide his face in embarrassment anymore, letting his forehead press against your temple as the words flow out in a slurring stutter, “So good. You make my pussy feel so good! It loves you!” The words finish in a drawn out whine, cunt clenching tight around you as his own orgasm begins to take.
The tightness of his walls was driving you insane, your own thrust becoming sloppy as that heat intensified, your stomach clenching with the slide of his warm cunt, “Gonna cum soon. Gonna fill this cunt up,” He nods, body shaking in anticipation. His dreams are gonna come true right here and now, “Where’s it going?”
“In me.” Satoru whimpers out, body tensing up completely when your dick strikes his sweet spot again, making his eyes roll back. He wants to wait and cum with you, but his body could give less of a shit as spurts of slick coats your cock, making a wet mess that you fuck him through anyway, relentless in your pursuit of pleasure, “Where?”
“In me!” His moan shaped into a squeal, overstimulation making his vision haze over, eyes crossing as you slam into him one last time, holding him in place so he can’t escape. “Good boy,” You moan out, hips jolting as your own release overwhelms you, the first spurt of hot cum erupting so deep inside Satoru that he’s afraid he’ll cum again. It’s so deep inside you, his lids fluttering, body melting on top of you. So hot, and full, the warmth of your cum in his tummy grounded him.
NANAMI KENTO.
“What’d you say, Ken?” To anyone else, it would seem like the simplest of questions. One Kento could usually answer with nothing but a few words. But right now, just making any noise besides drawn out moans was like pulling teeth, and admiring what he said to you just a few minutes earlier made him want to hop out of a window and not the arms of a special grade.
He hadn’t even meant to say it, really. It was the heat of the moment.
On his knees, face buried in one of those decorative pillows you’d gotten from the store, back arched up as you drilled into him from behind. Every ruthless thrust had his juices churning within his cunt like butter, a creamy froth coating your cock and dripping down the inside of his pale and trembling legs.
Nanami was already embarrassed enough as it is while you spoke praise above him, muttering “So wet for me,” and “Got the tightest little pussy” like he was some needy whore. Which unfortunately for him, he turned into once you fucked him good and hard enough. Something you loved using to your advantage.
The pleasure made his brain melt from his ears, and made his lips loose. And one particularly hard thrust that hit just right has him groaning loudly, mouthing against the pillow as his thoughts slip loose, “Fuck, Da-fuck!” He just barely gained his awareness back, feeling his cheeks flush like a tomato as he realized what word just slipped out. The slight attempt to save himself didn’t work, a hand moving to the front of his neck, pulling his face up from the pillow.
Next to Kento, panting from working up a sweat, a cruel smirk worked it’s way onto your face that let him know he was in so much fucking trouble now, “I’m sorry, what was that?” The innocent confusion in your tone didn’t fool him, but his tries at squirming in your grasp seemed to do nothing but make you tighten your hold on his neck. Which made him feel something he wasn’t ready to explore just yet.
“Nothing, forget about that. Why’s you stop—” “Cause you said something.” You were persistent, too persistent, and saw right through his attempts at changing the conversation, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You chuckle, eyes tracing the tense line of his jaw, as if to reassure yourself of something. “That’s too bad,” The hand lets go of his neck, Nanami’s blonde head falling back against the pillow with a light thump. “We’re just gonna have to make you say it, aren’t we?”
And here he was now, body laid flat against the bed, as his legs had collapsed from under him. Fists clenching the sheets so tight he was scared they might rip, and a haze over his vision as his eyes tried their best not to cross from the fucking he was getting. It didn’t help that your cock was practically punching his stomach from the inside, veins and ridges pressed up against slick, creamy walls. He couldn’t think, not at all. Or maybe he just didn’t want to.
Every pump was calculated, your nose pressed against the side of his head, repeating the same questions, “C’mon, Ken, say it again. You know you want to.” The mocking drawl makes him gush around your shaft, clenching and spasming as you worked his pussy to its limit. But he knew you, he knew you wouldn’t stop until you got exactly what you wanted.
Slowly, he lifts his face from the pillow, breezy whines leaving him flushed red as he pleaded with you for mercy, “Don’t make me say it. Don’t—” your hand wraps around his neck again, pulling him back into an arch, forcing him to meet your gaze head on. You could feel the way your grip had him basically strangling your dick with his walls, but that would be something for another time. For now…
“You wanna cum, don’t you?” And he doesn’t hesitate to nod the best he can, a gleaming strand of drool on the side of his chin catching your attention momentarily, “I-I’m so close…” He muttered, already knew where this was going before you even had to finish your sentence. So instead, you lean down, nose pressed against Kento’s cheek, “Say it.” And this time, he knew you weren’t asking.
Pretty, pearly teeth clamp down on his bottom lip, eyes rolling back to flutter shut from the humiliation of it all. It comes out a low whimper, body trembling in both anticipation and even a little fear as he finally utters the words you were so hell-bent on hearing. “Daddy.” And your cock twitches so hard it makes Nanami gasp.
Suddenly, his face meets the pillow again, but with a hand at the back of his neck pressing him down. One moment, you’re sliding out til just the tip is inside, and the next the headboard is slamming into the wall with each thrust. Nanami’s moans turn into muffled yelps of pure bliss, so thankful his face is buried into the pillow below, otherwise your neighbors would’ve been in for an even ruder awakening. But fuck if he even cared anymore.
It’s like you’re trying to carve your shape into his fucking guts, forcing his body to memorize every vein and bump on your dick with his insides. Which was gonna be so sore by the time you slid out of him. But judging by how his face is getting all sticky from his own drool, you seem to be doing quite the job.
“Again.” Nanami’s head is turned to the side, gasping for air with each pump, a slick and sloppy noise coming from deep within as you slide out, only to force yourself back inside. Nanami’s juices were making a mess. “Say it again.” You command, voice beginning to tremble slightly. And embarrassment no longer matters to the blonde, who lets the moan ease out like it’s natural. “Daddy. Daddy, fuck…”
And it was like a wave washes over you both. Yelps and whines of a pleasure he could feel in his bones were fucked out of Kento, the hand at the back of his neck making sure he took every last bit of it. “That’s right. Good boy, taking Daddy’s cock like this.” Oh, shit, that made him clench so hard. And you chuckle, strained as your hips slam down without mercy, “You like that shit, Ken? You feelin’ it?” One of your hands moves to slip underneath him, feeling on the little area below his belly button, moaning when the bump brushed against your fingers. “Yeah, you are. So deep, aren’t I? I could breed you like this.”
“Mhm—Ah!” A punishing thrust shakes him to his core, your tip striking his g-spot like a bullseyes. Hazel eyes cross slightly before his lids slam shut, teeth so desperately wanting to bite down on the fabric of the pillow for something, anything, to stabilize him. “Aren’t I?” The low growl in your voice makes his insides melt, gasping against the damp pillow when he feels that heat building at the bottom of his stomach, “Yes! Yes, you are—God!”
A tongue laps at the pointed top of his earlobe, groaning with every thrust, lightning going up Kento’s spine as you hit something in him like clockwork, “Who is?” Kento wants to call you cruel, or rebel, but all he can do is hold back tears of bliss as he melts into the sheets, “Daddy is. He’s so deep in me…” Unknowingly, Nanami seals your fate with his next words, groaning out against the pillow he’s practically crushing to his chest, “He’s in my tummy…”
Hazel eyes widen when a sudden flood of something rushes through him, warm and thick against his walls, coming out with every twitch of your dick. You just came inside his pussy. Your body falls over him, pressing his hips down against the bedding, making his clit grind against the sheets unintentionally. And that does it, sending Kento over the edge with a gurgle, his creamy essence coating your shaft in a thick mess that slides down his folds to make a mess on the sheets. Both of you writhing on the ruined bedding, a quiet moment.
Which is interrupted by a hand swatting your hip as Nanami groans out, playful irritation in his voice, “Idiot. You couldn’t hold out a little longer?” He can’t believe this was how you cum inside him for the first time.
GETOU SUGURU.
Getou was quite the brat in your eyes. But who wouldn’t agree? He walked around like he owned the place alongside Satoru, he played with people’s feelings like they were toys to be tossed away, and he made your fucking blood boil without having to do anything but send you a smile that said ‘you’re so funny’ anytime you showed a reaction to it.
You wanted—needed to put him in place. Somebody had to. So when you saw him on campus again, you gave him a proposition you knew he couldn’t refuse—take your ‘virginity’. You pulled the innocent guy look off well, even as he giggled with a smug expression all the way to your dorm room. He wasn’t gonna be laughing for long, anyway.
He was so easy to pin down after he stripped for you, panties sticking to his crotch with a wetness that made you hadn’t expected to see. Suguru immediately tried to take control, snapping his fingers and rolling his eyes whenever you tried to get on his level. But once you got his knees pinned to his shoulders, and his cunt wrapped tight around your dick, he had no room to complain amongst the desperate little yells that were being pounded out of him with every thrust.
Slick, pretty folds envelop you with every stroke, his gushing insides leaving a sheen of frothy cream on your shaft every time all 8 inches of your cock push those walls apart. The sight makes you chuckle, hands squeezing the back of his knees tight whenever he tries to squirm out from underneath you, “Already making a mess, aren’t we? I thought you were supposed to teach me?”
The smugness in your voice doesn’t go over Getou’s head, his hands gripping one of the pillows underneath his head, trying not to let his brain melt when your dick brushes against his g-spot again and again with the kind of precision that no virgin should have. Violet eyes—with a watery sheen—glare up at you. “Fucking a-asshole. Y-you lied-”, His words turn into a keen when you slam inside again, rolling your hips to grind against that spot that makes his head tip back, saliva running down the side of his chin, “Shut that fucking mouth for one.”
And what can Suguru do but obey? His ankles were at his ears, toes curled tight from every stomach clenching thrust, and the squelching noise his pussy made left his ears pink. God, imagine if someone saw this. Saw the strongest sorcerer (except for Gojo Satoru, of course) on campus getting used like a slut, folded like a fucking pretzel. “Fuck…” Is all he can manage to say, eyes unfocused.
But you? You were on Cloud 9. The mean, bratty boy behind you was replaced with a whore straight out of your imagination. Soaking wet with every thrust, head tipped back with a blissed out look on his cute face, and a series of high pitched whines you force out of him as you begin to pick up the pace, making the couch rock and creak beneath you.
Hands move to grip your thighs, trying to stop your thrusts. God, it felt like every last one of them was buried inside his chest, rocking a whine out that’s so embarrassing it makes his face turn cherry red. He couldn’t do this, “Can’t—I can’t—” A palm comes down hard against his cunt, making his body tense from the sudden mix of sharp pain and pleasure. “A-Ah!” Another smack, right against his clit.
“Yeah, you can.” Suguru tries to squirm away, unable to see you smirking above him as you let slap after slap rain down on his poor little cunt, feeling him squeeze you like a vice every time you do it. The black haired man is left panting underneath you, every hit making him gush around your dick like a fucking fountain. “C’mon, aren’t you the Strongest?” What are you doing to him? What’s happening?
Why does it feel so goddamn good?
“You telling me the strongest can’t take a dick?” Oh, fuck. Fuck. “Fucking slut, don’t pass out on me—” The last hit against his pussy makes violet eyes cross, head tipping back as he squeezed your dick so tight you were almost forced into an abrupt stop.
Spurts of slick squirt out around your cock, Getou’s body shaking like a leaf as he cums his brains out, mouth open in a silent ‘O’, mind melted within his skull. And that seemed to be all you yourself could take as well.
Your own eyes roll back, bottoming out with a quick thrust as a supernova bursts behind your eyes, cock throbbing inside of Getou as spurts of thick & creamy cum coat his walls like it belonged there. There was so much of it that it even started leaking out around your shaft, only adding to the mess underneath him on the couch.
Both of you wanna think, wanna make a good quip. But both of you were completely fucked out.
KAMO CHOSO.
He can’t take anymore. He’s gonna die.
Minutes and hours have mashed together, turning into an incomprehensible mess with every slide of your girth into his puffy, swollen pussy. The middle of his thighs are a wet mess of his own juices and release. But he can’t even remember how many times he’s cum already. Or just how long he’s been screaming out his pleasure, just long enough that his voice has grown hoarse.
His back aches, his stomach hurts, and his lips are bitten raw from trying to hide his moans. Which you didn’t allow.
He’s gonna fucking die.
And he was gonna go out like this. Crying like a bitch into the bed beneath him, mascara and foundation leaving stains on the sheets that would take forever to wash out, body rocking forward when you snap your hips against his reddened asscheeks. If someone found his body like this, who was gonna possibly explain what happened to him? What’s gonna go on his tombstone?
‘Here lies Kamo Choso, loving brother of 10, who died from being fucked to tears.’ Such a sad way to go out.
But you? Oh, you seemed to be having an amazing time. Your pace never once slowed down, even through every toe-curling orgasm you gave Choso. Again and again, hand on the middle of his back to keep his ass arched up and lower body pressed down into the bed. He couldn’t grind against the sheets for a faster orgasm, he couldn’t touch himself, all he could do was cream around your dick again and again like clockwork.
A strained sob drifts from Choso’s mouth, hands gripping anything in sight to cling onto, to try and escape the mind-melting pleasure that was threatening to break him into little pieces, “Please, sir. Please, I can’t take anymore—” Another thrust, all those girthy inches pressing his swollen walls apart with no effect, fucking another desperate whine from his lips. “I fucking can’t!” His legs were trembling, your hands on his hips the only thing keeping him held up.
“Mm, but I think you can, hon.” That voice, the one that’s been in all his dreams and the one that was currently making him want to bang his head on a wall. Because as you’ve done the whole night, you show no mercy, pistoning forward once more, making a mess of the cream costing your dick, letting it churn inside Choso like you were trying to make butter. “I think you will.”
“Sir, I-I’ll do anything–Ah!” A hand wraps around one of his pigtails, yanking his head back to lift it off the bed, showing the mess you made of the pretty boy beneath you. Tear streaks ruining his perfect makeup, a drool string connecting from his mouth to the sheet he was chewing on. “Careful, Choso. Making promises like that is what got you here.”
And you were right. Promise after promise of ‘I’ll do whatever you want if you get me this’ and ‘Please, I’ll do anything’ had finally caught up to him, leaving him in the pathetic position he was in right now. Because now, he couldn’t keep his last promise.
‘I’ll let you cum in me if you get—’
Your other hand grabs his other pigtail, yanking Choso up until he is forced to rest on his elbows with his chin on the bed, aching back arched in a way that lets you slip in so deep that it felt like you were in his belly. Thrust after thrust had his swollen clit throbbing painfully with arousal, knees ready to crumble from exhaustion. You were relentless, simply using his soaked hole like it was a fleshlight. Not that he hated it.
“Mm! B-But I meant it!”
The grip you have on his hair leaves him defenseless, neck aching from the angle he’s pulled back in, “I s-swear! E-every word, sir…” The desperation in his voice seemed to finally be breaking through to you, your hips twitching just a little when you thrusted in again. “I want it…” You chuckle, but don’t respond, continuing to ram into him over and over, making his body tense up when he feels you brush against his g-spot again. Choso’s mouth opens to release a whine, “Please, sir! Just cum already!”
The corner of your lips raise into a smirk, heart swelling at the adorable sound of Choso’s desperate pleas. You didn’t even have to speak, letting the boy’s words dissolve into teary begs for mercy, “Cum! Cum! Fuck, just cuuum!” Pearly teeth grit, feeling your dick throb against his walls, veins and ridges pressed all up inside of him, making him drool. A sudden groan leaves you when you feel those gummy walls clench hard around your cock, the sensation repeating as Choso moans out, brain leaking from his ears, “Cum, please. Please, please, please—”
Aww, he was tightening up for you. How sweet. You were always such a sucker for the boy, so your body couldn’t help giving him exactly what he was asking for. It only took a few more pumps before you slammed back inside, watching his puffy little hole spasming around you as your own release washes over you, hands gripping this pigtails like handlebars.
Choso is so happy you can’t see his face, feeling his eyes unfocus when that rush of heat floods his insides, hips rolling as you fill up every inch of his hole like it belongs there. And fuck, maybe it does. “Thank you…” He mutters, body collapsing against the bed when you let go of his now messy hair, instantly turning into jelly against the sheets.
You’re talking above him, probably words of praise and admiration, but his eyelids were so heavy, and he was tired. It only took 8 more seconds for him to knock out.
art by: YozoraAjisai, thatsallitchief.
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Yandere Boytoy! Who acts all confident and funny but becomes a babbling whiny mess the second you’re hand goes to his jeans button.
Yandere boytoy! Who’s confident enough to send you hundreds of dollars worth of flowers and show up to your Pilates class and stare at you the entire goddamn time but who’s face DROPS the second you actually look at him like you might want him.
Yandere boytoy! Who will spend his cute finance or tech big boy bonus to buy you a Bulgari serpenti bracelet but will cream his pants and cry if you actually send him a message that says “Thank You 💋” with a pic of it on your wrist(he will be using his absurd high graph hd expensive ass printer to make a photo and put it into a scrapbook he totally made when he learned who you were)
Yandere boytoy! Who somehow always knows where you are which is weird because you always post your stories after the fact and don’t recall EVER sharing your location so how the fuck-
Yandere boytoy! Who… has a job? But always seems like he’s in your business instead of his, so, this is really weird…
Yandere boytoy! Whose feelings you love messing with because you’re unsure about yours, but you know he’s cute, well off, and has a liking(crippling degrading delicious obsession) for you. ;)
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"nobody needs to know" - more secret relationship prompts
a prompt list by @novelbear
✧ their job forbids co-workers from dating so they have to act nonchalant throughout the day and try not to get caught leaving together at the end of their shift
✧ "are you sure we should be doing this?"
✧ the classic "our families hate each other so we have to sneak around"
✧ trying to sneak and climb up to their window at night so they don't get caught
✧ it's possible that one isn't ready to come out just yet and they have to remain subtle around certain people
✧ their friend group introduces their secret partner into the crew and they have to act like they don't know each other
✧ one is a celebrity and can't risk getting caught dating
✧ or one is a celebrity and is already "dating" someone else as a publicity stunt but has their true partner behind everyone's back
✧ "this is so hard, pretending to hate you.."
✧ other people hitting on their partner so they have to pretend like they're not jealous or angry at all
✧ they were dared to date for a week as a joke but they actually fell for each other and act like nothing's going on
✧ "i hate that this is the only time we have together.."
✧ arranged marriage but they both found someone else they truly love
✧ "my baby, i mean [name], [name] is really good at that."
✧ "how long do you think we can keep this up?"
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hi rin!! this is my first time submitting a drabble idea..
himbo!dilf!Mreader x haikyuu boys (specifically msby4 or alders) reacting to you as the new coach except the only problem is that your.. married maybe make it about like how reader doesnt even notice the flirting and it goes suuper far
ofcourse!! thank you for being my first request<3
and since this is a drabble/hc the start will be the same (training, meian introduces reader)
lustful gaze himbo!married male reader x MSBY4 cw: cheating,age gap (reader is older but it's legal) blowjob, buttjob,afab character(specifically atsumu..)cunnilingus
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TOJI FAT C★CK NO CLICKBAIT ?!
so to start, there’s multiple websites to do this but the main one i use is stuffbydavid.com
This is all I've been thinking about but....
ˢᵘᵇ ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵉⁿ
CW: fingering, oral + rimming (sub receiving), size difference, belly bulge, multiple orgasms, untouched orgasms, riding, stood up, Cum Swallowing
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who is taller and stronger than you but is a complete slut in bed.
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who whines and moans any time you shove more than one finger in his tight hole.
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who mewls and whines when you like his hole, your tongue breaching his tight hole
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who loves to he fucked in front of mirrors just to see your cock bulge in his stomach
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who loves to be fucked everywhere in the house. Kitchen, bathroom, hallways, your office. He just can't get enough of you
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who loves to be fucked most stood up so he can arch into your cock pushing it back more
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who loves to get on your lap and ride you while you work, watch a film of doing anything sat down
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who loves to Swallow your cum like its his last meal
ᶜʰᵘᵇᵇʸ ᵐᵘˢᶜᵘˡᵃʳ ᵐᵃⁿ who cries and whines after several rounds of cumming. He can't help it you're too good.
"Say, Y/n. Who are your new friends?"
Secretary Darling, sandwiched between two massive demons in human form: O-oh, y'know....Just some pals I made at work.
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Secretary Darling: Did my skirt shrink in the wash? Why's this damn thing so tight- Ah!-
[Darling yelps as a tear splinters down the backside of his skirt. A snake demon nearby spits out water - spraying another coworker in the eye with their venomous spit.]
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Succubus #1: Oh, darling, you simply must allow me to do your nails. You have such gorgeous hands.
Succubus #2: May I style your hair?
Succubus #3: Can I kiss you on the lips?... I mean- Do your makeup?
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Secretary Darling: My feet are killing me.....Hm?
[Darling looks beneath their desk to find their hound demon coworker cramming themselves in the small space, supporting darling's legs on their back. Darling pets the demon as their tail wags]
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Boss: Your insolence will not be tolerating in this business. If I were a lesser demon I'd have your head. You miserable, pathetic, idiotic excuse for a-
[*Knock* *Knock*]
Secretary Darling: Boss? A new donut shop just opened up near my place and I was wondering if you'd like to try one. My apologies if you're busy- You told me I could visit you at any time so-
Boss, chucking the imp out the window: Perfect timing! I was about ready to die again of boredom! Don't be shy now, come on in!
Take It From the Top
I have more gn!reader content in my drafts;) they're better than this one in my opinion.
𐙚700 words, Whoever(m) x Gn!reader, smut/explicit sexual content(18+), riding, overstimulation(not really), mean praise, bad bod😋, etc.𐙚
His thighs were spread wide on the edge of the bed, heavy arms slung over the back of it like he had all the time in the world. His shirt was still half-on, chest hair visible under the stretched cotton, stomach soft and thick and smug where he sat watching you hesitate between his legs.
You were naked. Shaky. Already wrecked, and he hadn’t even touched you in ten minutes.
“C’mon,” he said, voice rough with smoke and heat. “Get on.”
You hesitated. Your knees were weak, your thighs still trembling from the last round. And your stomach twisted — not from nerves, but from knowing how it would feel. You hated riding. It was too deep. Too sharp. It always made you feel like you couldn’t breathe.
You didn’t move.
He raised an eyebrow. “What, suddenly shy now? You took me like a good little mess earlier. What’s this act for?”
Your mouth opened, then closed. You glanced at his dick — already hard again, heavy and waiting, flushed and leaking against his stomach. Your body wanted it. But you shook your head.
"I—I don’t like it like that," you said, barely audible. “It feels... too much.”
He blinked. Then smiled.
Not soft.
Not sweet.
Just slow and mean.
“Too much, huh?”
You swallowed.
“That’s why you’re gonna do it.”
He patted his thigh. “Come on. Be brave for me.”
You stepped forward, one knee on either side of his lap, hands braced on his chest. He was warm, his skin soft under your palms, his belly pressing into yours as you lined yourself up.
He didn’t help you. Didn’t hold your hips. Just sat there watching, his dick pulsing under you.
You sank down.
The stretch hit immediately — deep. Too deep. You gasped, legs locking as your body tried to reject the angle. It felt sharp, unbearable, like he was splitting you open from the inside.
Your nails dug into his chest. You shook.
“I know, baby,” he murmured, mocking and fond all at once. “I know it’s a lot.”
You tried to lift up, to ease off, but his hands shot to your hips, dragging you down the rest of the way in one thick, brutal stroke.
You choked.
“Shhh,” he rasped, mouth at your ear now. “You’re doin’ so fucking good for me.”
You whimpered, body overwhelmed — your hole fluttering, your dick or clit throbbing from the pressure of him everywhere.
He rolled his hips up into you once, hard.
You cried out, full-on now.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Ride. Make me feel you squeeze.”
You moved — shaky and slow — dragging up, then back down. The burn was unreal. He hit every goddamn nerve. It made your head spin.
He licked his lips as he watched you bounce.
“Look at you,” he said, voice dragging. “Don’t even like it and you’re still takin’ it. Still getting wet. Still fucking dripping on my dick.”
You cried out again, back arching.
“That’s it. Take what I give you.”
He pulled you down into a kiss then — all spit and tongue, his beard scraping your chin, his breath hot and thick as he groaned into your mouth.
“You like this,” he whispered against your lips. “You hate it, and you still fuckin’ like it.”
You couldn’t deny it. Couldn’t stop. You were riding him faster now, clumsier, more desperate — chasing something even as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.
He grabbed your ass in both hands, forcing you to grind deeper.
“Gonna come on my cock like this?” he growled. “While I’m sittin’ here letting you do all the fuckin’ work?”
You whimpered — broken — and nodded, already spiraling.
“Yeah,” he hissed. “Come on, sweetheart. Let it happen. You earned it.”
And you did. Loud and shuddering. Clenching around him while he held you down and rutted up into you once, twice, three times—
Then he came too, groaning low and mean as his cock twitched inside you, his arms wrapping tight around your waist to keep you there, right where he wanted you.
Pinned. Stuffed full. Overwhelmed.
His breath was hot at your throat.
“See?” he whispered.
“You can take anything I give you.”
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Himbo Secretary Reader tagging along when a demon is summoned by another human like an emotional support teddy bear. Dealing with mortals is stressful business - they'd lose their minds after centuries of the same shit when they've finally got some peace with the office sweetheart treating them with the respect they deserve.
"Dark Lord... We have summoned you here on this eve too-"
Secretary Reader, sitting in the demon's arms: Helloooo! :D
"Forgive me, but - who are you?"
Secretary Reader: You can just call me Y/n. The big guy here can be a little shy when it comes to talking to us mortals so they needed me to come along with them - isn't that right?
[The demon purrs softly as Reader rubs their horns.]
『shhh, not so loud! make me. huh?』 slutty sub yandere x gentle himbo darling, male yandere x male reader
note: thank u all the support on pt 1 ♡♡ was thinking about a scenario where slutty yandere somehow manages to convince his darling to actually fuck him after a lot of begging... even tho reader is scared his large cock will break him apart <3 pt 1
cw: he/him pronouns for reader, mentions of reader's ex-boyfriends, loss of yandere's virginity, implied violence
nervous was the way you were feeling as you made your way to your boyfriend's house. the two of you had started dating a few weeks ago, when after you'd let him suck your dick, he broke down crying, admitted to how desperately he was in love with you, and pleaded on his knees for you to own him and treat him as your personal fucktoy. frantically, you quickly assured him you would treat him as an equal in the relationship, to his slight disappointment. of course, he was ecstatic that you'd agreed to be his boyfriend, but you were his god, how could he not worship such a kind being? in your eyes, despite his rather.... overly submissive behaviour, he was kinda cute, so why not give it a go? if only you knew how deep his obsession truly ran...
and with an progression in your relationship, came a progression in intimacy level as well. the previous day, he had gathered up the courage to ask you to top him, which is why you were making your way to his apartment now. the current fear you were feeling was not for yourself, but for him, you worried that he would hurt himself trying to bottom. you were aware you were bigger than most guys... you wondered how to tell him you weren't too sure about the whole anal thing after all.
but what you did not expect to see the moment you opened the door to his room, was him on his bed on all fours, ass up, using his index and middle finger to spread his tight pink hole towards you. he turned his head around at the sound of your arrival and looked back at you with lust-filled, half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily. "baby! thank god you're finally here... please fuck me already, i've been waiting for hourssss......." his words came out in a pitiful whine.
your eyes widen at his plea. "woah, okay, let's slow down." quickly, you make him sit up, much to his confusion. he was already ready, so why were you hesitant?
taking his hand and squeezing it gently, you tell him what's on your mind. "okay, uh... i'm not too sure if i want to fuck you right now..."
"wha- but- but why? you promised!"
"i know i did, but i'm worried for you. i know i'm kinda... big, so i don't want to make you bleed or anything..."
at your reasoning, he can't help but whine in frustration. don't you understand? he doesn't care about how much it hurts! he wants it to hurt! his one wish is for you to completely destroy him! usually he'd back down, since he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable with his desperation, but he decided to be a little selfish.
reaching over and fondling your crotch, he looked at you with a silent, horny plea in his eyes, then proceeded to sit in your lap and grind on your bulge sensually. he whimpered as your clothed dick got harder and prodded at his hole.
taken back by his sudden boldness, you let him straddle you. "hey... did you even listen to anything i said?"
"forgive me, darling. but i want this so bad. give it to me, pretty please?" he continues to roll his hips on your crotch, not sounding terribly sorry at all.
you sigh, realising you can't change his mind. "okay, just let me know if it hurts, and i'll stop immediately. alright?"
"mhm." but secretly, he'd moan in pleasure no matter how painful it was, relishing in it.
"at least let me prepare you first...?"
"i've been fingering myself for the past hour, you don't need to." he giggled, as he got back down on all fours on his bed, hoping you were proud of his forward thinking. "i want our first time to be special, so i'm fully prepared."
"wait... you're a virgin?" upon hearing your question, he turned his head back to look at you with an incredulous expression on his pretty face, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"but of course, i've been saving myself for you. i don't want anyone else using me." he bit his lip, making sure you knew how much he valued you taking his virginity. he suddenly realised how he'd completely forgotten to ask (or stalk to find out) about your past relationships. "what about you, darling? are you a virgin?" secretly, he was hoping the answer would be yes, but deep down he knew you were far too desirable for that to be true.
"nah. i dated a few guys before, but they broke up with me because they said i was too dumb." you'd never really thought about it deeply, but saying it out loud made you realise that it was rather embarrassing...
"how the fuck could they say that? you're so perfect and kind... forget about them, darling... just focus on me. you won't need to think about those ungrateful whores ever again." his change in tone caught you off guard, grip tightening around your arm. this was the first time he'd ever sounded genuinely pissed off. but this was quickly masked by his usual lovesick smile as he resolved to make you feel so good, your attention would forever be on him and him only.
eagerly, he helped you undress and tried not to blush at the sight of your naked body, even as he relished in the sight of the cock he had gotten on his knees for so many times before. you were confused at his reaction. "we're both guys, why are you embarrassed?" you were so silly sometimes. he was finally going to be made your bitch, of course he would be flustered!
with your cock teasing his entrance, he made his final invitation. "i want you to mess me up inside." he begged as he spread his virgin hole open, groaning in pain and pleasure as you pushed halfway into him. immediately, you looked up to his face in concern. "you okay? it's only halfway in..." "fuck, i said i can take it!" with that, he pushed himself onto your cock with a lewd determination, letting out an overly passionate moan as you fully entered him. instinctively, you shushed him, not wanting the neighbours to hear. "shhh! you're being too loud....." "make me." he retorts defiantly, trying to rile you up so you would be rougher. "huh?" fuck, he was really pushing it today. you really didn't want to, but he was making far too much noise. resorting to muting him forcefully, you reach for his mouth and clamp your hands over it, effectively gagging him. his eyes widen, not expecting you to take the bait, but he's in heaven. you can practically see the hearts in his eyes as he sluttily sucks on your fingers, all that's left is a series of muffled whimpers.
even though your mind was currently preoccupied with the way your boyfriend's squeezing your cock, you can't help but think about your exes after he brought the topic up. you knew you were a little dumber than most, but did all those guys really break up with you just because you were stupid? he seemed to sense your feelings and clenched harder, making you lose focus and grip his hips tightly. the thought of you thinking about your exes while you were inside him was horrible, he couldn't have that at all! "s-see, darling, my ass is much better than those sluts, isn't it- uuummfff." he could barely form words as he continued to ride you up and down, savouring the way your large length stretched his inner walls to their limit. it was quite the stark contrast - you were thrusting in and out of him at a tender pace, making sure you were never too rough (feeling a little guilty for muffling him so forcefully just now), but yet he was whimpering and writhing all over the bed, gripping the sheets whenever you hit his prostrate at regular intervals. he desperately tried to fuck himself on your cock when you slowed down, noticing his tears, begging you to start again. after a bit, you felt like you were about to reach your climax. "hey, i'm about to co-" "do it inside me." you didn't have time to argue as he pulled you closer into a hug, making you cum inside him, much to his delight. he adored the way you filled him up, feeling you pump load after load into his hole. he rubbed his stomach, wishing he could get pregnant with your child. but alas, he can't have everything. today was already a huge victory. exhausted, he collapsed into your arms as you stroked his hair, apologising for being a little rough and hoping his ass didn't hurt too much. he couldn't really focus on what you were saying as he just lay there and stared up at you affectionately. god, you were just perfect, weren't you?
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
in the middle of night, as you slept peacefully, the boy you fucked a few hours ago had just finished going through your phone, his one objective being obtaining the names of your exes. "don't worry, darling.... i'll take care of those unappreciative bastards myself. no one gets to make you feel stupid." he whispers to your ear lovingly before getting out of bed. he hoped you wouldn't be too mad when you found out he killed them when you woke up. or maybe he did, just so you could punish him. ♡