[bluessmau]

"send pics, pls"

In which Leona/Ruggie/Minajael/Rielle tries to get a sexy picture from his wife, Fem!AFAB!Reader, but fails in his venture.

Warnings: 18+, talks of sending provocative or sexual photos, established relationship/marriage, requested by @echosofmortality, horny married couples, the men are easy for their wife

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Minajael Tealrajah

Rielle Corallia

Tags: @waitlexist @ryebread0605 @im-no-mechanic-but @lazeriii @oldwokasiv @currapted1glitch0 @ppnuggie111 @mostro-lounge-menu @silverargentu @foxglovepng @maiiamoon @sweetlikevanilaaa @maomaoyuu @th30sstuff @kyuu0 @a-hidden-gem @mx-insert-fandom-here @ilovemycatlordpwnatious @notgoldilocks @byzantiumhollow

[bluessmau]

Milk Ducts

In which Fem!Reader's milk ducts get clogged and asks her husband, Trey/Ace/Leona/Idia/Malleus/Sebek, for help. Inspired by @/coralbae's JJK SMAU.

Warnings: 18+, Fem!AFAB!Reader, Reader is breastfeeding their baby, breastfeeding kink, lactation kink, breeding kink, creampie, talks of impregnation, etc.

Trey Clover

Ace Trappola

Leona Kingscholar

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Sebek Zigvolt

Tags: @waitlexist @ryebread0605 @im-no-mechanic-but @lazeriii @oldwokasiv @currapted1glitch0 @ppnuggie111 @enlightenedheir @mostro-lounge-menu @silverargentu @foxglovepng @maiiamoon @sweetlikevanilaaa @maomaoyuu @th30sstuff @kyuu0 @a-hidden-gem @mx-insert-fandom-here @echosofmortality

[bluessmau]

Flashbang

In which Fem!AFAB!Reader flashes her tits at her husband, the NRC Staff / fiancé, Sam, and texts them for their reaction.

Warnings: 18+, Reader is married/engaged to the Staff (individually), Fem!AFAB!Reader, dirty talk, sexting, mentions of oral sex, sending photos of each other, reader flashes her boobs, reader drinks alcohol in Crewel's, established relationship, reader is not Yuu.

Dire Crowley

Divus Crewel

Ashton Vargas

Mozus Trein

Sam

Tags: @waitlexist @ryebread0605 @im-no-mechanic-but @lazeriii @oldwokasiv @currapted1glitch0 @ppnuggie111 @enlightenedheir @not-akuseru @silverargentu @foxglovepng @maiiamoon @sweetlikevanilaaa @maomaoyuu @th30sstuff @kyuu0 @echosofmortality

[bluessmau]

"Your Name On My Panties"

In which Fem!Reader sends a photo to her husband, Aged Up!Third Years, of her new panties, which has their name on them.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! ❤️

Warnings: 18+, Fem!AFAB!Reader, oral (both character and reader receiving), PiV sex, sending of sexually explicit photos, phone sex, creampie, unprotected sex

Trey Clover

Cater Diamond

Leona Kingscholar

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge

Tags: @waitlexist @ryebread0605 @im-no-mechanic-but @lazeriii @oldwokasiv @currapted1glitch0 @ppnuggie111 @enlightenedheir @mostro-lounge-menu @silverargentu @foxglovepng @maiiamoon @sweetlikevanilaaa @maomaoyuu @th30sstuff @kyuu0 @a-hidden-gem @echosofmortality

[lil-yearnings]

I wonder what it was like sleeping with Leon once he came home, rejuvenated by Elpis. Cured, healed, literally de-aged.

His fixed posture is immediately noticeable when he holds you tight in his arms. His back is straight and not slightly leaning over you. His core feels much firmer. Before, you had to mind hugging him too tight or else he'd lose his balance.

Now he's a rock solid wall.

He kisses you like he's in his twenties again. He hoists you up effortlessly. No sound comes from his lips. No grunts of effort. Just tossed over his shoulder all casually.

He's uncharacteristically rough with you. Not rough rough, but for a man his age, and of his health (as far as you knew) this was not your husband. You haven't been kissed this harshly, held this tight in years. You don't remember him getting it up this quickly since you were in your twenties.

He's needy, and he's on top of you, with no regard for his legs or back. The pounding between your thighs is relentless. One split second, you're filled to the brim, and the next, empty. And then you're full again before you process. And then you're empty. In. out. in. out. in. out. It's so fast, and for a change, you're clawing at his back, pleading him to slow down, when typically, it's the other way around.

Glimpses of your loving, gentle husband is still there as you're being fucked like a porn star. His hands grasp yours, his fingers curl around yours like he's holding a bundle of sticks, unable to be bothered to twine your fingers--his forehead dips just above yours to gently touch, and rub your noses together, giving your bruised lips a break.

Your hips are literally off the bed--he's lifting your hips and angling you. It's so overstimulating it's almost painful. He's fucking you like he hates you, but muttering to you like a confessional.

"I know, honey--I know, I know--I'm sorry--I'm sorry--I need you--fuck...--I need--"

You didn't even need your "assistance" that night. Postmenopausal hormones were pesky (and Leon had no problem lending you a hand. Or a wand.) but this was the first time you had not one, but a string of organic orgasms since your thirties.

"Come on, one more, honey... One more.."

Leon decides he'll tell you about Elpis once he's finished.

The question is when will he finish

[vikwritesshit]

a/n: sorry simeon's drabble is so short i had a brain fart

cw: fluff, lesson 76 spoilers in simeon's, spoilers for simeon's arc in general, smut in diavolo's, 1 mention of sex in barbatos', pre-relationship -> relationship

pt 1 pt 2

dateables scenting headcanons

what if demons had the same scenting habits as cats? i like to think demons have the same scent points/habits as cats do. they have scent glands on their face, hands, and hips.

diavolo

- he has to be careful not to scent you, seeing as he's royalty he has to wait until you're married. he purposefully avoids rubbing his scent glands against you, usually his scent on your skin is purely accidental

- he wants to smell like you so bad though, so he's constantly inviting you out under the guise of introducing the Devildom to you

- he takes you to the store to buy the richest perfumes, in a scent the both of you enjoy. you leave with two bottles, and he diligently wears his as a mark of pride. he keeps the bottle once it goes out, too.

- once you're together, he likes when you wear his clothes - because even if you can't smell it, he can pick up your sweet scent in the fabric

- after you're wed however, he goes crazy. he spends most of your wedding day running his hands over you, intertwining his fingers with yours, and keeping you firmly on his lap during the reception

- obsessed with scenting you and your things in general. he loves staking his claim; even though he knows nobody will try anything with you, he's still rubbing it in the general population's face that he's the one who's with you

- the wedding night, he spends with his head nuzzled in your neck, hips pressed to yours, cock buried deep inside you. he wants you to smell like him long after you're done

~~

The atmosphere in your now-shared bedchamber was thick as Diavolo pinned you to the bed, tie loose and shirt fully unbuttoned. You had left your wedding reception not an hour earlier, giggling like children in the backseat as Barbatos drove you back to the castle. Now, every trace of laughter was gone as your new husband pressed his face into the crook of your shoulder.

His thick cock bullied in and out of you as he held your hips up, legs over his shoulders so he could hit that perfect spot inside you. As badly as he had wanted to bend you over in the time you were dating, he strictly held to the standard he was expected to upkeep, waiting until there was a ring on your finger to undress you. Not that he hadn't teased plenty in the time leading up to now, but it was the first time he got to really feel you.

He paused to wrap your legs around his waist, pressing into you as far as he possibly could. Your back arched as you cried out softly at the feeling.

He raised his head to lock eyes with you, a mix of desperation and dominance in his gaze, "Can I scent you, love? Please?" His hips knocked into yours gently.

You grinned, nudging his nose with yours, "I'll be quite upset if you don't."

He didn't need any more permission, picking up his brutal pace once again as his hands ran their course over your frame. They settled on your hips, fingers pressing into you as he nuzzled his face into yours. His mouth followed their path, placing small kisses and bites along your torso. The combination of affection and the harsh thrusts had you on the edge, your nails digging bright red lines into his back.

"Cum for me, my love," Diavolo growled into your ear, lips quickly pressing into your neck. Your body reacted immediately to his voice, clenching around him as you rode out your high.

He followed soon after, folding you into a mating press to release inside you as deep as he could. He pulled out of you slowly, propping your hips up with a pillow underneath you. Lying down next to you, the comfortable silence that followed was only broken with your deep breaths, and eventually Diavolo's voice,

"So... round two?"

barbatos

- he wouldn't scent you until you're officially a couple. he has a level of professionalism to upkeep, and that includes not giving into temptation

- he does hand-make you many outfits, though - each one infused with his scent as he sews. you can't pick up on it, but every demon you come across knows exactly who made you those clothes. his scent is simply a product of hand-sewing, definitely not on purpose (nobody knows he purposefully takes his gloves off)

- after you two get together, he's so subtle with it you aren't convinced he's actually scenting you for a while. he chooses to scent you in ways that can be passed off as casual, like holding your hand, or doing your hair in the morning without gloves on

- he won't scent obviously you in public, choosing subtlety in these moments, too. he'll keep an arm out for you, or hold a hand out to help you down the stairs

- he tries not to do it in front of Diavolo, seeing as the demon will always notice. he can get away with it in front of anyone else, but unfortunately, his boss will never not at least throw a smirk his way

- once you've been together for longer, he gets bolder in private. eventually, he'll come up behind you in the mornings, and nuzzle his head into your shoulder, hands on your waist as he tells you how pretty you are, even though you just woke up

- he doesn't like scenting you that much during intimacy, choosing instead to curl you against him afterwards as he runs his hands over your back

~~

You felt confident today. It was a rare day off from RAD and any household responsibilities, and you took advantage of the free time to visit your butler. He had greeted you with a kiss and soft smile, telling you he had a surprise for you.

The surprise in question was a full new outfit, hand-sewn by Barbatos himself. He’d taken your favorite colors, styles, and textures into consideration, creating an outfit you couldn’t help but adore. You had proudly put it on, deciding to wear it while you spent time assisting Barbatos with his duties. (He insisted you never had to help. You do anyways because the reward is always kisses)

By late afternoon, Barbatos was called away to handle an urgent matter in the castle's kitchen, leaving you with a gentle kiss on your forehead and instructions to “behave.” You decided instead to head to Diavolo’s study alone. The prince had mentioned to you that he needed a second opinion on some upcoming festival plans, and you figured it was the perfect excuse to show off your new clothes.

The heavy oak door creaked open under your knock. Diavolo looked up from his desk, golden eyes brightening instantly, "Ah, there you are! I was hoping-oh?” He tilted his head, nostrils flaring slightly as you approached. A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face.

“You smell like Barbatos,” he teased, voice warm with amusement, “Not just a hint, either. It’s all over you - like he’s wrapped you in his scent on purpose.” Diavolo rose from his chair, circling you once with exaggerated interest, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed your ear, "New outfit? Hand-stitched, I’d wager. Only he pays such meticulous attention to every little detail that pleases you.”

Your cheeks warmed as you smiled brightly, "He made it for me this morning.”

Diavolo laughed, the sound loud and friendly, “Of coursw he did. My butler spoils you more than he spoils me some days. I’m almost jealous of how much care he puts into these things.” He reached out and lightly adjusted your collar with brotherly fondness, “It looks excellent on you. Tell him I said so - and that he’s set a high bar for gifts. Next time he makes something, I might have to commission one for myself just to keep up.”

You laughed and swatted his arm. Diavolo’s delighted laughter once again filled the room as he pulled out the festival notes. Even without Barbatos present, his quiet care still lingered sweetly around you.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

simeon

- angels scent glands aren't as strong as those of demons, but their scent can still be picked up on by both celestial beings

- i think it would be considered taboo to angels to scent a human, so he wouldn't do it until you're officially together

- you learn from Luke's big mouth that angels can scent people, and ask Simeon why he's never tried to do it do you. does he not like you enough?

- he explains that angels don't scent others as.. flippantly as demons do. there's more rules around it, more things that could go wrong if he did

- eventually though, as his loyalty to the Celestial Realm starts to fade, you notice him purposefully rubbing his hip against yours when you cuddle

- he doesn't bring it up - so you don't either - when he pushes his head into your neck at a certain angle, or makes sure your fingers are interlaced when you hold hands

- once he turns human, he's content with sharing a perfume or cologne with you. he's confident in your relationship at this point and doesn't feel the need to be possessive in that way, but he'll proudly wear whatever scent you ask of him

- he's more enticed by physical proof of possession, like matching jewelry. if you're lucky, you might be able to get him to agree to a small tattoo

~~

Something was bothering Simeon - that much was obvious. He had been uncharacteristically moody at RAD, hardly speaking to anyone besides you. When he did talk to you it was strained, like he was holding something back.

Now, sitting next to him in your room as you watched a movie, he was still stiff. Still distracted, clearly thinking something over. He'd spent the entire movie almost refusing to look at you, mouth moving like he was whispering something to himself.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was gonna break up with you.

What he did instead was; slowly, as if afraid he was going to scare you off, he grabbed your hand in his. Not the way he usually did - his go-to was never intertwining your fingers, the way they currently were. You knew he couldn't control his scenting, and he was afraid the consequences that could come along with it.

But in this moment, he seemingly didn't care. Weaving his fingers between yours, you knew his scent was rubbing off on you. Simeon squeezed lightly, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand - another risky move. He didn't turn to face you, eyes trained on the movie, but you could see the tips of his ears heating just a little.

solomon

- it's solomon so obviously he uses magic to bring out the natural pheremones in the two of you. this way, you can scent each other!

- he can and will alter the scents the two of you give off if you want (he can turn you into a yankee candle if you really want), but he prefers to ramp up your natural smell pervert

- honestly prefers you scenting him. he likes to see the demons at RAD get pissed when he simply walks by

- he'll create a potion that gives you both the same scenting capabilities that demons have, and then immediately start complaining that you aren't affectionate enough

- sits you in his lap while he writes up new spell ideas, and won't let you leave until he's satisfied your scent has rubbed off on him enough (plot twist: he's never truly satisfied, sometimes he just has to pee)

- if you get too close to another demon or try to scent one of the brothers in front of him, he immediately casts a negation spell to get rid of your stronger scent. he's petty like that

- and if you come home smelling like anyone else but you or him? now you're getting pinned to the bed and he's scenting you

~~

The glass vial glowed soft gold as Solomon swirled the liquid one last time, "Bottoms up, darling.”

He had called you to Purgatory Hall roughly an hour ago, for what he called, "a simple experiment." You'd ended up being forced to help him harvest the nectar from about 100 golden, sweet-smelling flowers, with him insisting the entire time it would be worth it.

You looked at him, one eyebrow raised, and drank. The potion tasted like starlight and honey, sliding down your throat with a warm shimmer. Almost immediately, your nose sharpened - every scent in the room sharpened into vivid color. And Solomon… he smelled like ancient parchment, ozone, and something dangerously sweet, like night-blooming jasmine and mischief.

He immediately pounced on you, pulling you into a hug to nuzzle his face to yours, "Ha! Now everyone at RAD will know who you really belong to."

He pulled back, mischievous grin on his face, "Your turn."

You reached your hand up, and he leaned down with an expectant expression. You hesitated, and then...

Tapped his nose. Complete with a little, 'boop!'

He gasped, straightening up with an offended hand on his chest. "Not enough,” he declared, tugging you flush against him again with surprising strength.

His nose pressed to your throat, voice muffled and petulant, “Fix it. Scent me properly or I’ll brew a stronger batch and you’ll never leave this room again.”

Despite the theatrics, his arms tightened like he really meant it.

[twistedpink]

casting pussy magic on jade to ensure he goes insane whenever you're out of his line of sight.

i need him writhing in pain bc i went to the store without him.

I WANT TO INDULGE HIS MANIPULATION REALLLL BAD.. Coming back from work to your soft-spoken, scarily neat househusband!Jade. Not receiving a kiss on the cheek as he shoves heaping spoonfuls of something spicy into your awaiting gob, babbling of how if you'd been here on time, it would be even better!!

Rubbing against the side of your hip for friction; gasping dramatically when you bring attention to it, basically going "whaaaaat??? Nooooo!!!" until he cums through the fabric of his apron and into your work slacks.

Biting you over and OVER again, trying to mark you up enough for you to play hooky with him out of embarrassment, only for you to leave the house with your hickies on full display; leaving him even needier for your return home, anticipating whatever punishment you deem fit <3

Any breaks between tasks are spent drooling over your pillows btw.

Uses his fist to the thought of you all over your dirty laundry btw.

Def jumps your bones the SECOND the weekend starts, only leaving bed to adjust the blinds and assure you that he's already done the shopping for this week, so you might as well your pay check on him btw. He just looooves that you take care of him, even when he's crying and losing consciousness from your grip on him btw.

[pinkapixie]

thinking about a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who is simply so smitten with you. so smitten that he physically cannot stay away from you too long, feeling as though he is going insane whenever you’re not around. a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who is simply so smitten with you that he chooses to show how deep his love runs for you through sex, bending you over or hoisting you up on any surface possible. a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who is simply so smitten with you that he thrusts his cock inside of you several times a day till your pussy is overflowing with semen when the sun sets. a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who is simply so smitten with you that he cannot even control his urges in public, always tugging you away to some secluded area to stick his cock inside of you for a quickie session.

a YANDERE BOYFRIEND who pretty much just wants to crawl under your skin and stay there for an eternity.

but, can you really blame him? :( you, the most beautiful thing with your sparkling eyes, long curled eyelashes, and plump, kissable lips. when you look so good, can you really blame him when his cock begins to throb in his pants and his mind is filled with nothing else but the urge to spill his sperm inside your pussy over and over? :( he tries his best he swears, he really does. when you tell him that you’re still tired from your previous fucking sessions, he tries to show some restraint, giving you the well deserved rest that you need.

however it was only a matter of time before he lost all control, pouncing on you, and repeating that cycle all over again.

“mm—” he groans on top of you, his hips stilling as he spills his warm, sticky cum into your pussy for the nth time. this wasn't even supposed to happen. exhausted from your previous sex session, and if you could manage to recall correctly, that happened just a few hours ago, you thought you could have just slithered off to the living room to rest up while you watched some sappy love drama. that was until he came into the picture again, pleading just to sink his tip inside you. and stupidly, you agreed, if that was what it took for him to give you a moment of peace for a while.

but you should have learned. you should have known better. your boyfriend was an expert in taking a mile with the inch you gave him.

and now here you were, lying beneath him in a fucked out mess, toes curled, lower half burning and tingling, as your inner thighs were drenched with both his cum and your own. you don’t even know how long you were stuck in this position, or how long this was going on for. all you knew was that your pussy was so stuffed with cum that it would just bubble around the base of his cock before spilling into the gross puddle that formed beneath you on the leather sofa. you felt like you were losing your mind.

he let out a shaky exhale, rolling his hips back and forth. and still, despite the multiple rounds, he was still hard, much to your inner chagrin. he then leaned forward, cupping both of your cheeks in his large palms, watching how your drool trickled down to your chin. you looked so out of it, with your eyes slightly rolled back, and he found it adorable. “so good,” he murmured, pressing sloppy kisses against your bruised lips. “so, so good for me. just one more round, and i’ll stop.”

without much warning, his pace picked up, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he grunted in your ear. you whined, trying to push him away with your foot, but all he did was let out a breathy laugh, gripping your thighs and folding you in half. “it’s okay. just lie there and i’ll do everything on my own.”

don’t be mad at him, okay? he just loves you very much.

[pinkapixie]

18 + trying out a new toy with yuuken

you've always felt bad for the magicless student. it was one thing to end up stranded in an unfamiliar place, and it was another thing to be completely magicless! you don't know how you would be able to survive if you were in his position. so, like the caring and loving friend that you are, you made it your life mission to teach the cute prefect of ramshackle the beautiful wonders of magic! sure, he might see it in every corner he turns, but even so, there’s a lot he didn’t know! even if some of them were a bit… perverted.

“...haah.” you slowly blinked at the figure you had beneath you. “tall, broad, and handsome… how could you be so innocent? did no girl think about confessing to you? missed opportunity for them, but a great opportunity for me. don’t you agree, yuuken?”

indeed, you might consider yourself the luckiest girl. if you weren't, you wouldn't be given the privilege to see said handsome man in such a disheveled state beneath you, face flushed red and skin glistening from a thick layer of sweat. lips wet and bruised, because you couldn’t control yourself the moment you got your hands on him. “...are you sure about this…?” he managed to breathe out.

the corners of your lips twitched upward. …oral… mutual masturbation… and everything else you could think of, yet he drew the line at the idea of actually having sex. in a way, it was absolutely cute to you. “ehhh… it’s fine if you don’t want to go all the way. i don't really care,” you reassured him. you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. your tongue slipped into his mouth, swallowing his groans as you rocked yourself against the bulging tent in his pants. you pulled back, a thin string of saliva still attached. licking your lips, a sleazy smile appeared on your face  “after all, that’s where the toy comes in handy, no?”

you deliberately kept it hidden from his sight while you were in his bedroom, waiting for the right moment. “to think sam would actually have something like this in his shop… just who exactly are his patrons?” you held it out for him to see, the pink silicone curving gently upward. “not that i mind. that’s just another good thing for me.”

“what’s that?” he asked.

“an enchanted dildo. but for fun, i like to refer to it as a ‘magical dick.’ sam explained that all it takes is a little imagination of the boy you desire and an incantation. gross, isn't it? as long as the user is in possession of this item, the target will be at their mercy, whether they want it or not.” you trailed your fingers along it. “the designer was so thorough with it. look, even the veins got a realistic texture.”

following sam’s instructions, you whispered the incantation. then, you tested it again. however, the moment your fingers grazed against the smooth item… “fuck!” yuuken’s hips bucked upward the moment your fingers firmly wrapped around the toy. the sudden movement startled you before you laughed.

“amazing, is it? hopefully, it feels a lot better when i use it properly.”

your panties had long been discarded. you hovered over the silicone, rocking your hips against the tip as it barely slipped past your folds. “f… fuck…” you hissed as you slowly lowered yourself, biting your lip to resist a loud moan from slipping out. you glanced at yuuken, seeing how he was fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white, his face contorted into pleasure. “ha… haha… you’re feeling it good too, huh? shit…”

you didn’t expect it to be so… big. it didn’t look like it was big, either. and yet, the further you sank yourself down, the more you could have felt it in your lungs. you couldn’t just ride it as is. you slowly rolled your hips, feeling it twitch inside of you. it was absolutely wonderful… it was almost as though it was a real cock that was stretching you open, rubbing against your sweet spots. you flatly pressed your palms against yuuken’s abdomen, slightly lifting yourself off the silicone and lowering back down. each movement had him twitching uncontrollably. his cock was fully erect, rubbing harshly against your backside. just as you were about to tease him for it, he suddenly grabbed your hips.

“wh—” you weren’t able to get the question out properly before you were forcibly lifted off the silicone to the tip, before being slammed back down. you almost went cross-eyed.

“i’m sorry… but, just let me… have this—” he sputtered out, his eyes looking completely unfocused. he starts bouncing you on the silicone like a crazed man, curses spewing past his lips as he relished in the feeling of having his cock enveloped by some soft, invisible sensation. he panted heavily, sweat dripping past his brows, and his face flushed.

you threw your head back when he slammed your hips down in one final motion, feeling the tip of the silicone press against your cervix. “...oh…!” you gasped as your eyes widened, feeling hot, sticky fluid shoot into your womb. you had no idea it could have done that as well…! you ended up collapsing onto his chest, semen already leaking out from your pussy. you breathed out a laugh, using whatever strength you had left to press your lips against yuuken’s.

“see? isn’t magic so cool?” maybe he’d want to try the real thing soon…

( 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 💌 )

[pinkapixie]

18 + trying out a new toy with yuuken

you've always felt bad for the magicless student. it was one thing to end up stranded in an unfamiliar place, and it was another thing to be completely magicless! you don't know how you would be able to survive if you were in his position. so, like the caring and loving friend that you are, you made it your life mission to teach the cute prefect of ramshackle the beautiful wonders of magic! sure, he might see it in every corner he turns, but even so, there’s a lot he didn’t know! even if some of them were a bit… perverted.

“...haah.” you slowly blinked at the figure you had beneath you. “tall, broad, and handsome… how could you be so innocent? did no girl think about confessing to you? missed opportunity for them, but a great opportunity for me. don’t you agree, yuuken?”

indeed, you might consider yourself the luckiest girl. if you weren't, you wouldn't be given the privilege to see said handsome man in such a disheveled state beneath you, face flushed red and skin glistening from a thick layer of sweat. lips wet and bruised, because you couldn’t control yourself the moment you got your hands on him. “...are you sure about this…?” he managed to breathe out.

the corners of your lips twitched upward. …oral… mutual masturbation… and everything else you could think of, yet he drew the line at the idea of actually having sex. in a way, it was absolutely cute to you. “ehhh… it’s fine if you don’t want to go all the way. i don't really care,” you reassured him. you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his. your tongue slipped into his mouth, swallowing his groans as you rocked yourself against the bulging tent in his pants. you pulled back, a thin string of saliva still attached. licking your lips, a sleazy smile appeared on your face  “after all, that’s where the toy comes in handy, no?”

you deliberately kept it hidden from his sight while you were in his bedroom, waiting for the right moment. “to think sam would actually have something like this in his shop… just who exactly are his patrons?” you held it out for him to see, the pink silicone curving gently upward. “not that i mind. that’s just another good thing for me.”

“what’s that?” he asked.

“an enchanted dildo. but for fun, i like to refer to it as a ‘magical dick.’ sam explained that all it takes is a little imagination of the boy you desire and an incantation. gross, isn't it? as long as the user is in possession of this item, the target will be at their mercy, whether they want it or not.” you trailed your fingers along it. “the designer was so thorough with it. look, even the veins got a realistic texture.”

following sam’s instructions, you whispered the incantation. then, you tested it again. however, the moment your fingers grazed against the smooth item… “fuck!” yuuken’s hips bucked upward the moment your fingers firmly wrapped around the toy. the sudden movement startled you before you laughed.

“amazing, is it? hopefully, it feels a lot better when i use it properly.”

your panties had long been discarded. you hovered over the silicone, rocking your hips against the tip as it barely slipped past your folds. “f… fuck…” you hissed as you slowly lowered yourself, biting your lip to resist a loud moan from slipping out. you glanced at yuuken, seeing how he was fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white, his face contorted into pleasure. “ha… haha… you’re feeling it good too, huh? shit…”

you didn’t expect it to be so… big. it didn’t look like it was big, either. and yet, the further you sank yourself down, the more you could have felt it in your lungs. you couldn’t just ride it as is. you slowly rolled your hips, feeling it twitch inside of you. it was absolutely wonderful… it was almost as though it was a real cock that was stretching you open, rubbing against your sweet spots. you flatly pressed your palms against yuuken’s abdomen, slightly lifting yourself off the silicone and lowering back down. each movement had him twitching uncontrollably. his cock was fully erect, rubbing harshly against your backside. just as you were about to tease him for it, he suddenly grabbed your hips.

“wh—” you weren’t able to get the question out properly before you were forcibly lifted off the silicone to the tip, before being slammed back down. you almost went cross-eyed.

“i’m sorry… but, just let me… have this—” he sputtered out, his eyes looking completely unfocused. he starts bouncing you on the silicone like a crazed man, curses spewing past his lips as he relished in the feeling of having his cock enveloped by some soft, invisible sensation. he panted heavily, sweat dripping past his brows, and his face flushed.

you threw your head back when he slammed your hips down in one final motion, feeling the tip of the silicone press against your cervix. “...oh…!” you gasped as your eyes widened, feeling hot, sticky fluid shoot into your womb. you had no idea it could have done that as well…! you ended up collapsing onto his chest, semen already leaking out from your pussy. you breathed out a laugh, using whatever strength you had left to press your lips against yuuken’s.

“see? isn’t magic so cool?” maybe he’d want to try the real thing soon…

( 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 💌 )

[pinkapixie]

18 + he's not just a ray of sunshine

it was really your fault it turned out like this, but for your own pride, you preferred to think that it wasn't.

but who could blame you, anyway, when your boyfriend was the one who gave you that false impression in the first place? a ray of sunshine, incredibly naive, and a total ditz, unfortunately, in some scenarios. so, when it came to the topic of sex and intimacy, you believed that you would be the one to lead in it.

however, this… wasn't really the picture you imagined in your head.

“mmh…!” you gasped as you pushed your face into the pillows. you were lying flat on your stomach while he was right above you, hands splayed out on the sheets, and his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you. 

“it's okay, you're okay. you're doing so well for me,” he cooed, shifting his weight to rest himself on his arms as he pressed a kiss against your shoulder. there was some kind of irony in the way he whispered words of reassurance in your ears, wiping away your tears when they trickled down your cheeks. but the way his hips snapped against yours was mean, wet, sloppy sounds filling the air with every thrust.

his cockhead kissed your cervix repeatedly, every sudden movement dragging along your walls as you felt every inch of him. your lips parted as you moaned loudly, too far gone to consider how shameful you sounded. “k… kalim…! i can’t…!” and it was the truth. you really couldn’t anymore. your nails dug into the sheets, your gaze bleary as you used whatever strength you had left in you to try and pull yourself away. you had lost track of how long this had gone on for, and how many times he managed to pry an orgasm out of you.

you heard a laugh, and then in the next second, you felt a sudden weight press down on you, preventing you from moving any further. kalim’s chest pressed tightly against your back, as he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close to him. “i already told you… it will be okay. you don’t have to do anything, my love,” he whispered.

on one hand, it was embarrassing how unrestrained the noises you made while he smiled as he always did, and on the other hand, it brought great warmth to your heart that even in debauchery, he still found beauty in you.

but you would focus more on that later, because you were feeling another orgasm build up. “kalim…!” you cried out, shutting your eyes tightly.

he held you in his embrace, arms wrapped right under your chest as your walls fluttered around him, another orgasm washing over you. his hips stuttered, and then with a sharp thrust, thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy. there was so much, inclusive of the amount that was already in you, that it spilled out, adding to the mess that was already present, evidence from your previous orgasms.

kalim nuzzled his face against yours, a smile as radiant as the sun present on his face. “i love you so much,” he mumbled, basking in the warmth shared between you both. and you?

you don't think you'd be able to look at him the same after.

( 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 💌 )

[mandatory-ftmbreeder]

accidental sex/touching is so fucking hot

like imagine some harmless play wrestling with a friend but then the one on top accidentally grinds their dick right against the other person's crotch. and you both just stare at each other wide-eyed because holy fuck, did that really just happen, and why did it feel really good? And oh god now we're both just grinding against each other holy shit I can't stop

[until-i-found-u]

Imagine calling your f/o a good boy. You tell them how amazing they're doing, how good you're starting to feel as they rock against you, and how perfect you feel around them. You watch your f/o roll their eyes back as they fuck you faster or fuck you slower. When you realize how close they're getting as the momentum gets desperate, you cooed into their ear, "Fuck, baby. That's my good boy." Your f/o shudders and cums.

pr0ship + minors DNI.

[ifyouhatemesoo-deactivated20251]

bouncing on it while he tells me all of his nerdy interests

[mewnbuns]

Men who make you giggle deliberately during sex because they like how the sound breaks off into something airy and wrecked when they choose that exact moment to press their cock deep up inside of you 💗

[tiramistupid-deactivated2026012]

girl who struggles with chronic always-the-cutiepie-never-the-hot one syndrome 🤝 guy who suffers from rampant cuteness aggression as he presses her through the mattress

[sunday-bug]