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21 | minors and ageless will be blocked!!!

[senkuscocksleeve]

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if you do not have your age on your account you will get blocked!!! i am not comfortable with minors on my account and will not risk it !

[mattsundaes]

texts with perviverse matsuhana: pillow humping

[sugarwarachan]

a constant when you’re around grad student tsukki is him taking off his glasses in frustration!! he wants to discipline you so badly it’s nearly gives him hives — when you’re studying together he’s always leaning back in his seat and pinching the bridge of his nose because yep, there you go again with your flirting bullshit — so - whip! - down the glasses clatter to the table before he glares at you and asks, “you done now?” in the tone of “push me again and you’ll be over my lap.”

[sunee-syrup]

i know i said later but....

tsuki and his long perfect calloused hands pumping into you at speeds you didn't even know possible. "you close?" he'll ask with the gentlest voice ever, and you'll nod because how could you not be when he's fucking you like that??

and then he'll stop (with his fingers all the way inside you) and chuckle at you when you whine at the loss.

i wouldve forgotten if i didnt send it now xoxo

lenny. lenny. why did you do this, lenny.

bc now im thinking ab tsukki just sitting there smiling while you complain, twitching and curling his fingers every few seconds just to watch you jerk and jump in surprise. and his thumb keeps brushing over your clit, juuuuust enough to do something but not enough to really have an effect. it’s pissing you off, but every whine and smack of your hands on his chest just makes him grin and scissor his fingers and then curl them again and and and

im gonna go sit in a hole now

[senkuscocksleeve]

pretty

characters ꕤ kyoutani kentarou, gn!reader

cw ꕤ nsfw! minors and ageless dni or get blocked!! gn!reader, only 'gendered' term is pretty, reader gets fucked hard by kyoutani, uh bondage (?) in the form of his hand (singular) holding both your wrists above your head, not beta read or edited

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you could hardly hold back your screams with the way kyoutani was fucking into you. one of his hands held both of your wrists above your head, so all you could do was wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back up. your eyes were screwed tight, but you could feel his intense stare on you, his eyes dragging down your body.

you could tell he watched himself pump in and out of you, watched you twitch and writhe underneath him, watched your face contort in every way it could in an—almost impossible—attempt to express the pleasure you felt.

suddenly, he pushed fully into you, and then stopped. you whined at the loss of movement, still unable to move at your hands but trying to reach out to him regardless. you opened your eyes to ask him what could have possibly made him stop, but only saw him looking back at you with fondness. for some reason, this is what made you blush. he smirked. "you're so fuckin' pretty like this." he mumbled. you blinked.

"th-that's why you– ken–" he cut off your whines by kissing you, which was the only warning for him pulling back and continuing his fast, hard thrusts into you.

you threw your head back, groaning and writhing under him again. you squirmed more and more under him. you wouldn't know what to do with yourself if half of you wasn't attached to him. "you close?" he grunted. all you could do in response was moan and whine, hands clenched into fists. he chuckled breathlessly, slowing down a bit. "open those pretty eyes for me." he said, panting. you looked up at him with shuddering breaths. "keep 'em open. got it?" he asked, raising a brow. you nodded. "if not, we might be here until you do." you whimpered. he smirked. "be good, then." he said.

as soon as he started up again, you shut your eyes. you opened them quickly though, staring right into his. he looked like he was about to ravage you.

that look was exactly what pushed you over the edge and made you see stars as you came all over him. he stayed inside you, giving you a sloppy kiss as he finished right after you. he groaned into your mouth, moving his hand and instead using both to hold your waist and pull you close against him as he lied on his side. he cleaned the both of you up, and then spent the rest of the night giving you soft kisses and not letting you leave his side.

you weren't really complaining though.

a/n ⋆ we are so back!!! it is freaky weekend for real goddamn. also i wanted to do him like grabbing readers face but i didnt want to deal w moving readers hands so unfort we left it like that. however now that is in your brain so have fun ! i also didn't really know how to end it but that's okay yolo

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[lvmimis]

this is the anti dick sucking website but not me! i hope that cock stretches my throat Wide, i want cum refluxing into my nasal cavity!

[forriku-deactivated20260315]

💭 fucking inside a public bathroom with college!tsukishima

from the moment you stepped into the crowded college party, tsukishima— your tall, snarky boyfriend—had been unusually touchy.

his long fingers grazed your waist constantly, pulling you closer amid the thumping bass and laughter, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, “you look so fucking good in that skirt, i could eat you alive.”

but it escalated when he tugged you onto his lap on the couch, his hand sneaking under your skirt right there in the dim light, fingertips teasing your damp panties, circling your clit slowly. “feel how wet you are already? bet you’ve been thinking about my cock all night” he whispered, voice low and rough, making your thighs clench.

you squirmed, whispering back, “babe, people might see—” but he just hummed, slipping a finger inside you briefly, pumping once before pulling out. “then let’s find somewhere private before i fuck you right here.”

now, shoved into the cramped bathroom, door locked but music still vibrating through the walls, tsukishima has you bent over the sink, skirt hiked up around your waist, panties yanked down to your ankles. his pants are barely undone, just enough to free his cock that is thick, veined, and throbbing as he lines it up with your dripping pussy.

“fuck, look at you in the mirror” he groans, gripping your hips hard, slamming into you raw in one hard thrust.

you cry out, but he clamps a hand over your mouth, leaning over your back. “be quiet or i’ll stop. you don’t want that, do you? not when your greedy cunt’s sucking me in like this.”

he starts pounding relentlessly, hips snapping with hard wet slaps, his dick stretching you wide, bullying your cervix with every deep stroke.

the size difference is obscene— well, he is much more bigger than you. right now he towers over you, one hand bracing the sink as he rails you from behind, your ass jiggling against his pelvis. “you like me fucking you like this? taking my dick in public?” he whispers into your ear, breath ragged, free hand sliding up to shove two fingers into your mouth. “shit, you're so loud.”

you moan around his fingers, drooling messily, eyes rolling back as he lifts one of your legs onto the counter, spreading you wider. the angle’s brutal- his fat tip hammers your g-spot, then deeper, kissing your cervix over and over, making your legs tremble uncontrollably.

cream coats his shaft, frothy and white, dripping down your thighs as you cum on him hard, walls fluttering wildly.

“that’s it.. cum all over me,” he groans, watching in the mirror as your tits bounce under your top, face flushed and dumb with pleasure, your flawless makeup from earlier now all smudge. “fuck, you’re so tight- gonna make me cum inside you.”

he doesn’t let up, pounding into your pussy harder, deeper— reaching around to rub your swollen clit in messy circles, smearing your juices everywhere, while his other hand yanks your hair back so you’re forced to watch yourself get ruined. “look at how good you take it, baby. taking my cock like a champ. so fucking pretty for me”

your mind blanks, fucked dumb, legs shaking so bad he has to hold you up as another orgasm rips through you, squirting slick down his balls.

your pussy clenched tightly around him and then hes cumming with a shaky moan, he buries himself balls deep, pumping hot ropes of cum straight into your womb, his cum overflowing and trickling out around his girth.

he stays plugged in for a moment, kissing your neck sloppily, whispering, “thats a good girl.”

you stumble out of the bathroom minutes later, legs wobbling like jelly, cum sticky between your thighs under your skirt. tsukishima wraps an arm around your waist, smirking down at you like the loving asshole he is.

“where you going?” tsukishima drawls, long fingers curling around your wrist as you try to slip back toward your table.

his voice is low, laced with that smug edge, golden eyes glinting behind his glasses.

you open your mouth to answer, but he tugs you closer, leaning down until his lips brush your ear. “parking lot’s this way,” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “let’s go home. i’m not done with you yet.”

[sugawhaaa]

CLOUD ONE-SHOT

[Exchange]

Warnings/genre:: SMUT, what are we ahh prompt, masturbation, vibrator, reader mentions having a male ex

Pairing:: cloud x fem!bodied!reader

A/N:: I intentionally made this very unexplained so that you can place your own story into this. Are you and Cloud exes? Fwb? Friends? Maybe you both have feelings for each other but won't admit it? I dunnooooo

You moan softly as you feel the vibrations running up your folds and circling around your clit. You toss your head back as your legs begin to twitch toward your body, the pleasure taking control of your body. Just as you felt the layers of pleasure begin to stack up you hear a rather loud knock on your door before it opened to cloud. He had that same blank expression before realizing your situation. He blushes slightly but his expression doesn't change a whole lot...surprisingly.

"Sorry," he quickly turns to leave but you quickly stop him.

"Wait!" You lean forward and he turns to look at you. He could hear the desperation in your voice and he sighs softly. "Could you..." You look up at him but he doesn't look very convinced at all. "Help me?"

"Why?" He responds fast, his eyes avoiding your nude body with ease, he'd rather look at your face when you talk to him.

"Because it..." you huff in frustration. "Just please. You don't even have to touch me directly if that's too gross for you, use a toy on me or something," you explain and you can see the conflict in his eyes. He definitely has an argument going on in his head. He pauses for a long moment in the doorway. "You don't have to but...I'd really like it if you'd do this for me, just once," you plead softly. "Lately I haven't been able to...get the same amount of pleasure. Ever since I broke up with, you know, him, I can't feel the same. I feel...lonely?" You try to sort through your feelings. "It's like I need someone there to help me emotionally and physically," you explain as you sway your feet slightly.

"Fine," Cloud huffs and closes the door over. "What do you need me to do?" He puts his hands on his hips after taking off his sword.

"First take off your boots and then sit beside me," you pat the empty spot beside you. Cloud takes another deep breath before kicking off his worn boots and gently sitting next to you. "You should take the gloves off too, they may be dirty," you point to his hands and he sighs again before taking them off and setting them aside.

"I guess you're right," he neatly puts his gloves on your nightstand before turning back to you. "And now?" He tilts his head at you, almost looking like a lost puppy. You grab your vibrator and set it in his bare hand.

"I'm sure you know what that is," you smile and he blushes slightly.

"Yes," he looks at it carefully, reading the controls and buttons on it. "You just want me to use it on you?" He shrugs and you nod. Cloud nods his head before gently parting your legs. His forceful motion caught you by surprise; you expected him to be a little more confused and need a step-by-step guide on how to even start.

He then turns the vibrator on to level two before bringing it down to your exposed core. You bite your lip in anticipation as he brings the tip of the vibrator to your clit. You hold back a moan but quickly release it. You toss your head back against one of the propped-up pillows and Cloud watches intently, your mouth hung open in a perfect 0 shape.

Cloud tilts his head as he watches your expressions, it was a little hard to tell if you were in pleasure or pain, your brows furrowing before curling up and your eyes flutter closed and occasionally squint. "Is that good?" He asks to be sure, though he didn't sound very convincing. You knew Cloud well after all these years and you could tell he really did care if he was doing good.

"Yeah," you breathe out with a little smirk. "You can press a little harder," you look over at him, your face flushed.

"Kay," he presses the vibrator harder against your clit. Your legs jerk up as you gasp from the drastic change in intensity. His eyes follow quickly at your reactions; he then turns the vibrator up a notch and watches as your back arches.

"Oh fuck," you groan and Clouds eyes follow your body's motions. You squirm slightly and you feel Clouds cold hand against your back. He gently lifts you up to sit up against the bed again.

"You were sliding down the bed," he explains, clearly shy but trying to hide it. "Is it good if I move it like this?" He rubs the vibrator back and forth on your clit and you let out a high-pitched whine that catches his attention.

"Yeah," you smile softly before feeling the vibrations increase again.

"Okay enough questions, just...sit still," that was clouds way of saying he wants to make you cum now. He gently turns the vibrator up all the way and watches the way you contort in pleasure. He uses a little circular motion with the wand against your clit, a hint of a smirk playing across his lips. You abruptly grab onto his muscular bicep, your nails digging in.

"C-Cloud," you moan as you toss your head back, your lips parted beautifully once again. He soaks up the view as you reach your peak, the way your body acts on its own, the way your chest heaves with each stuttering breath, the way your legs shake softly. He wanted to watch you like this for hours...however the orgasm was short lived and you soon returned to your regular self, only out of breath now.

Cloud gently turns off the vibrator and sets it aside, but as he pulls it from your folds he noticed the strings of arousal that stick to it. He feels his face heat up but he tries to focus on you. "Can you hand me that glass of water," you point to the nightstand and he reaches out passed his gloves to grab the glass. He hands it to you and watches as you chug it.

"So...you satisfied?" He clears his throat slightly and you nod.

"Yup, unless...?" You tilt your head and he looks away quickly.

"I-I don't know...I'm fine," he goes to get up but something holds him back, not you, but something inside him. Maybe that image of you replaying in his head.

"Are you sure? You seem a little..." you glance down at the bulge in his pants and he groans. He felt torn. Indulge or walk away? "You don't have to but I'm offering to help you. Think of it as an...exchange~"

[crushmeeren]

⟢ hot bar sex with cloud. that’s it. that’s the plot. sort of not really an au, just roll with it, okay? you get to fuck cloud and that’s enough. (check tags for warnings besties!)

⟢ told myself i wasn’t going to write any new characters for awhile…that went down the toilet because he drives me insane. also wrote this for @with-my-calamitous-love cuz i only need one person to be interested in my idea to set me off.

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Cloud and his slutty fucking waist.

Seventh Heaven is lively tonight. All the usual residents are taking up space — Barret, Biggs, Jessie, Wedge, Aerith, plus a couple handful more. Half are drunk off their asses, the other half blasting songs from the jukebox like an impromptu karaoke session.

About an hour ago, as the crowd overwhelmed Tifa, she’d shot you a desperate look for help from behind the bar. Despite being two shots deep you hopped over to lend a hand. Making drinks isn’t half bad, the tips are decent, so you don’t mind.

What you do mind, though, is Cloud.

It’s not hatred. It’s the thick, honey like heat pooling in your belly every time he’s around that bothers you. You can’t look at him for too long without flushing. Cloud’s devastating in terms of looks. All toned muscles and high cheek bones.

He’d sauntered into the bar ten minutes ago. Arms crossed as he chatted with Barret, an eyebrow lifting in amusement at something Wedge said.

Tifa’s inquisitive voice comes from the left. “Something on your mind?”

Your gaze snaps from Cloud to the glass you’re drying. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

Tifa nudges your shoulder playfully. You glance at her and she smiles. It’s a smile that says she knows you’re lying. “You sure? You’ve been staring at Cloud like you’re trying to burn a hole in him. Did he do something to upset you?”

You sigh, setting the glass down hard. A bit too hard, maybe. “No, it’s just — look at him!” You say with frustration. “His waist, it’s so —,” You gesture wildly in his direction, trying to grasp the right word. “So… slutty,” you finish lamely.

Tifa snorts, trying to hide her laughter as you barrel on. “It’s not fair Tifa! He’s a guy, why is his waist so slim? Why are his biceps like that?”

The alcohol has loosened your tongue.

A customer interrupts before Tifa responds and you’re left to simmer on your own. Cloud wanders between a few different people, not one to speak much but nodding when he needs to. Your gaze is glued to him. He catches your eye twice, on the third time he lifts a brow as if to ask “Is there a problem?”

You have to actively focus on looking anywhere but Cloud after that.

Eventually the crowd lessens. Tifa excuses herself for a moment, seeking out Cloud. She taps his shoulder and he turns, bending so she can whisper something in his ear. She points in your direction and Cloud makes sudden eye contact with you.

Something jolts in your belly as you look away.

Tifa returns a moment later. “I’m so sorry to do this. Barret just informed me Marlene is very sick, and he’s too drunk to look after her. Could you close the bar? Cloud agreed to stay and be your muscle if you need him.”

You give Tifa a dubious look, agreeing for Marlene’s sake and Marlene’s sake only. Tifa’s eyes twinkle as she wishes you farewell, winking as she departs.

Once the last person leaves Cloud locks the door.

There’s an awkward tension lingering. All the glasses have been washed, and you’re setting them out to dry when the sensation of being watched prickles at the back of your neck. You whip around to find Cloud on the other side of the bar, elbows perched on top of it.

“Do we have a problem?” You ask.

Cloud’s head tilts slightly, expression as neutral as neutral can be. “Seems like it, since you’ve been staring at me all night,” he retorts.

Your cheeks flush hotly, embarrassment creeping up your throat. “I wasn’t staring at you!” It’s a pathetic attempt to protest. You know it. Cloud knows it.

“No? Then what had you so intrigued?” Cloud straightens and crosses his arms.

“Maybe I have a crush on Biggs. He is handsome, y’know.” You round the corner, coming to a stop a few feet in front of Cloud.

Both his brows raise. “He is,” Cloud agrees easily. “I just didn’t think you were a liar. Tifa mentioned you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”

Damn Tifa.

No point in denying it now. You rest your lower back against the bar, chin lifting in defiance. “And? So what if I was staring at you. Big deal.” The nervous butterflies in your belly are a stark contrast to the bold words.

Cloud hums. Takes a few measured steps towards you. Slowly, he uncrosses his arms. Slowly, he braces a hand on either side of you, using the bar top to hold his weight and cage you in. He dips his head. “Okay fine, you weren’t staring. You were eye fucking me.”

The loud hammering of your heart surely reaches Cloud’s ears. Beating so hard it echoes in your fingertips. “I - I wasn’t—,”

“You were,” Cloud insists. His eyes are so bright up close. Such a pretty blue, tinted mako green. He further erases the space and your hands fly to his chest. Cloud smirks and whispers, “If you wanted to have sex with me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Cloud,” you breathe, fingers fisting his tank top. The air’s become thick and charged between you, and your mind blanks. The word, “Please,” is all that falls from your lips.

Cloud inches closer, nose brushing over yours. His breath is warm against your lips. “I said ask me.”

“Cloud, please, can we have sex?”

“How sweet,” Cloud teases. “Of course we can.” His hands find your hips, thumbs slipping under your shirt to rub at the bone there. The leather of his gloves is smooth. “Jump for me.”

Cloud’s grip tightens as you jump, lifting you with ease to set you on the edge of the bar top. His lithe form fits between your thighs, hands sliding up your waist, fingers dancing over your ribs, and come to rest on either side of your neck.

It’s instinct to curl your fingers around his wrists as his thumbs caress your jaw. He applies a little pressure to tilt your head, eyes darting across your face, and kisses you. Soft and warm, his lips coax yours to move. Meeting once, twice, three times — before you break the kiss. A second passes before you lock lips again.

Cloud sighs through his nose when you lick his lower lip. He places his hands on your upper thighs and opens his mouth. The moment his hot tongue glides across yours is when you start aching to be filled. Your head turns to catch your breath, chest heaving. Cloud latches onto your throat, kissing and sucking and leaving marks because he can.

You fumble with the button on his pants but he snatches your wrists. “Wait,” he says, retreating from your throat to look you in the eye. He steps away, pulling the sword off his back, and rests it out of reach on the bar top. He loses the rest of his gear and his tank top.

“You are so fucking hot,” you whine, already tugging your own shirt free. Your bra goes next. “It’s not fair.”

The corner of Cloud’s mouth ticks up. “Yeah and you make my mouth water.” Cloud keeps his eyes on your tits as he moves in close, biting his lip. He cups them both, squeezing with an appreciative hum, and your head tilts towards the ceiling.

You moan when he pinches a nipple. “Cloud, hurry up,” you urge. Your hands find the button on his pants again and thumb it open.

“Be my guest,” he teases. His fingers lace together behind his head, allowing your hands to run down his stomach, nails scratching at his happy trail, before hooking your fingers in his waistband.

The tip of his cock catches on his briefs as they’re yanked down, bobbing free before hanging hard and heavy. His breath hitches when you take him in hand, stroking teasingly.

You lightly cup his balls and he squirms. “Enough,” he says, batting your hand away.

You show mercy, leaning back and bracing your weight on your hands, toeing off one of your sneakers. Cloud pats your hip and your ass rises, pants and underwear tugged down and left to dangle off one ankle.

One foot gets braced on a nearby bar stool and Cloud hooks your other thigh on his hip, dragging your ass to the edge. “Next time I wanna suck you off,” you say, regretting not getting on your knees first.

The tip of his dick rubs over your clit and a moan gets stuck in your throat.

He chuckles, uses his thumb to angle his cock down, and pushes forward. “Only if I get to taste you — fuck,” he curses as he slides inside. His voice is strained when he murmurs, “Your pussy is mind blowing.”

Your mouth drops open, softly panting at the erotic view of Cloud’s cock vanishing in your pussy. He pulls out, cock already wet and shiny, and pushes in. You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Fuck, Cloud. Faster.”

“Yes, princess.” He quickens the pace, thrusting in short harsh snaps of his hips. Firm hands keep your thighs spread wide. “Play with yourself, wanna watch.”

The pleasure spikes when your fingers circle your clit, consistent and delicious. “Cloud,” you whimper. “M’close!”

“That’s it,” Cloud pants. He clutches your waist, fingers splayed across the lower section of your ribcage. “Wanna see you unravel on my cock.”

It’s an accident when your hand slips further and your fingertips touch Cloud. It’s on purpose when you spread your fingers in a v shape on either side of your pussy, Cloud’s cock brushing against them with each thrust.

Cloud whimpers. You steal a glance at his face and his lips part, brows pinched as his lashes lower, heavy with desire. Your breath stills for a few seconds, lids fluttering shut.

Right as the pleasure starts to overflow Cloud pinches your chin, forces your neck to bend. “Look at me,” he demands.

Your eyes pop open wide. “Cloud,” you breathe, the word choked off as your nails dig into his shoulder. Your thighs shake as you cum.

His eyes close briefly. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” They open again, giving off a neon glow. The tension in your body wanes and Cloud’s dick slips free, twitching towards his bellybutton. He tugs you off the bar top, shoves at your shoulders. You fall to your knees in understanding.

Cloud strokes himself with fervor, bicep flexing as his chest heaves. You stick your tongue out, palms resting on his thighs, and he sucks air in between his teeth. His other hand rests on the back of your head to guide you closer. The tip of Cloud’s cock sits on your tongue as he gives himself a few more quick strokes.

He cums with a harsh exhale.

Most of it lands in your mouth, a little hits your cheek when his dick throbs. You swallow, scrunching your nose at the salty taste. Cloud’s using his tank top to wipe your face clean in a flash.

“Sorry.” His cheeks flush pink as he offers you a hand.

You accept, standing and stretching your arms overhead. You sigh happily, “Worth it.” Cloud glances at your tits.

Getting dressed is a slow affair, savoring the afterglow of good sex. Cloud looks at his balled up tank top, looks at the door, and furrows his brow. He’ll have to walk home shirtless.

“You can stay with me,” you offer, setting a hand on Cloud’s bicep.

He smiles, and it’s softer than any smile you’ve ever seen him wear. It makes him look younger. “Only because you ruined my shirt.”

You laugh, squeezing his bicep. “That was entirely your fault.”

“Yeah, yeah. Lead the way.”

[senkuscocksleeve]

hello !! this account is alive i swear!! and in case youre wondering i DO take requests, it just might take me a MINUTE. i am a fluff writer but i love smut and i think im pretty okay at writing it but only after rewriting the same thing a million times

DEAR 🐦‍⬛ ANON, i will get to your request ! i pinky promise

[xobunni0]

gun play, creampie, smut with plot 18+

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

౨ৎ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. shadow’s gun makes your mind wander somewhere unexpected.

- first smut GULP, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐧, 𝐰𝐜- 3.5k , 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐬ay, got carried away with writing this 😓

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you were sprawled on the bed together, the blanket tangled between you as you leaned against his shoulder. his fur was warm, softer than you’d ever admit to him, shadow didn’t always speak much but you didn’t mind. his presence was enough

for a while, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, shadow’s hand rested lightly on your arm his thumb tracing small patterns against your skin. you could feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest

your mind began to drift as the rhythm of Shadow’s breathing lulled you. your gaze lowered to where his hand rested lightly on your arm, then wandered to the edge of the nightstand beside the bed. sitting here, just within arm’s reach was the sleek, black outline of his gun

it wasn’t out of place, not really. you’d seen it countless times before. Shadow never went anywhere without it. even in the safety of your shared home, it was always nearby.

“you’re staring” Shadow said, his deep voice breaking through your thoughts.

you blinked, startled, and met his sharp gaze. he had noticed your line of sight and followed it to the weapon. his expression didn’t change

“Sorry” you murmured, sitting up slightly. “I wasn’t trying to…”

he shook his head, his hand moving to rest over yours. “It’s fine.” his voice was calm

shadow’s arm curled around you, pulling you back against him. the gun stayed on the nightstand, untouched.

the silence in the room stretched on, but your gaze kept flickering back to the gun on the nightstand. it wasn’t fear that filled you.. more so curiosity. you’d never actually touched it before, though you’d seen Shadow wield it countless times perfectly

“Shadow” you began softly, your voice tentative.

his ears twitched at the sound of your tone, and he tilted his head to look at you. “What is it?”

you hesitated unsure if this was crossing some line. but the words left your lips before you could stop them. “can I… hold it? your gun I mean.”

the moment you said it, his expression hardened slightly. not in anger, but his gaze shifted to the gun, then back to you as if trying to read your intentions

“Why?” he asked, his voice calm but firm

you shrugged, feeling a bit dumb under his intense stare. “I don’t know. I’ve just… never held one before. I guess I’m curious. You’re always so comfortable with it, and I just wanted to see what it’s like.”

Shadow’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment you thought he might refuse. but then he sighed, reaching over to pick up the gun. he held it in his hand for a moment his fingers curling around the grip

“It’s not a toy” he said firmly, his gaze locking with yours. “It’s a weapon. a dangerous one.”

“mhmm” you hummed, nodding quickly

he studied you for a long minute, his crimson eyes searching your face for any sign of uncertainty. finally, he shifted, sitting up straighter as he held the gun out to you, grip first

“Here” he said, “But be careful. Don’t touch the trigger.”

your heart thudded as you reached out, your fingers brushing against his as you took the weapon. it was heavier than you expected the cold metal unfamiliar in your hands. you held it awkwardly, unsure of how to position your fingers until Shadow reached out to adjust your grip

“Like this” he murmured, his hands steady as he guided yours. his touch was careful and gentle, as he made sure you were holding it properly

you were struck by how natural it seemed for him. the way he handled it, the way his voice softened as he instructed you

“Feels… weird” you admitted, turning the weapon slightly to look at it

“Good” Shadow said. “It should. Guns aren’t something you should ever feel comfortable with. Understand?”

you nodded, his words sinking in as you handed the weapon back to him. he took it without hesitation, his fingers brushing yours briefly

you watched as his fingers moved slowly up the gun, ensuring the safety was on, and running a careful thumb along it. there was something about the way he handled it, that made you feel all fuzzy and warm on the inside.

it wasn’t just the gun it was him. the way he sat, strong yet relaxed, his crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. the sharp line of his jaw, his hands, it was impossible not to notice how utterly in control he looked

you swallowed, your cheeks warming as you tried to focus on something, anything else. but your eyes kept drifting back to him, to the way his muscles tensed just slightly as he clicked the loading part back into place.

“Something on your mind?” Shadow asked suddenly, his deep voice cutting through your thoughts

your head snapped up, heart skipping a beat as you realized he had caught you staring. his gaze was stern, but there was a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. he knew.

“No” you said quickly, though the heat rising to your face probably gave you away

Shadow raised an eyebrow, setting the gun back on the nightstand before turning his full attention to you. “don’t lie” he said, leaning slightly closer.

you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “It’s just… you. The way you handle that thing. It’s… I don’t know… kind of attractive, I guess.” you mumbled through your fingers.

the room went quiet for a moment, and you dared to peek at him through your fingers. Shadow was watching you intently, his smirk now fully formed

“Attractive, huh?” he said, his tone teasing in a way that was rare for him.

you rolled your eyes, letting your hands drop as you glared at him. “Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not making it weird” he said, though the faint amusement in his voice betrayed him. he leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest

your thoughts betrayed you. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop replaying the image of him holding the gun, his fingers curling around it, his sharp gaze. there was something about it that made your heart race

you hesitated, biting your lip. you sighed deciding there was no point in trying to hide it. “It’s just… the way you handle it” you said quietly. “I don’t know Shadow. There’s something about it that’s… really attractive. The way you’re so in control...”

you hesitated, unsure if you should even voice the idea forming in your mind.

“Shadow” you began, your voice barely above a whisper

he tilted his head toward you, his gaze locking onto yours. “What?”

you swallowed, your heart pounding as you debated whether or not to ask. “Would you… use it on me?”

the question hung in the air, heavier than the silence that followed. Shadow’s expression hardened immediately

“No” he said flatly, his tone sharp

you sat up, shifting closer to him. “Wait!! I don’t mean like that” you said quickly, trying to clarify. “I just mean… not to hurt me. I don’t know. I’m curious what it feels like. to have you in control like that.”

Shadow’s eyes darkened slightly, his jaw tightening. “Do you have any idea what you’re asking?”

you hesitated but nodded, meeting his gaze despite the nervous energy buzzing through you. “I do. I trust you Shadow. Completely.”

his gaze flickering between you and the gun on the nightstand

he exhaled deeply his shoulders relaxing just slightly. “Fine” he said, “But only because you trust me. And you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much. Understood?”

“Understood” you said calmly, despite the rapid beating of your heart

Shadow’s expression shifted ever so slightly. his sharp features softened, and the faintest smirk curved his lips. he didn’t say anything letting the weight of your words hang in the air

Shadow reached for the gun, his movements slow. he checked it again, ensuring the safety was on and as he turned back to you his expression was unreadable

he raised the weapon, holding it completely in control instantly making your breath hitch. even though you knew there was no real danger, the sight of him like this in control made your panties wet

“you like that?” he asked, his voice low

you nodded eagerly at his question, your thighs rubbing together for any type of friction you could get

he noticed the small movement but doesn't say anything as he moves closer to you, until he's right on top of you and you're face to face with him. slowly, he traces your cheek with the tip of his gun, then slowly traces the gun from your cheek to your neck again. from your neck to your collarbone

you close your eyes, a small smile visible on your lips. shadow watches the scene before him tently. it edges him on as he brings the tip of the gun to your lips you open your mouth obediently, he pushes the gun to lie on top of your tongue. you twirl your tongue around it and shadow can’t help but think about how that pretty tongue of yours would feel like on his dick

the room is getting hotter and his dick getting harder at these thoughts. but god are you pretty with your mouth open for him. his innocent girl with a gun in her mouth all because she was curious. he never could’ve imagined this happening, his sweet girl. not in his wildest dreams. he was surprised, but seeing you like this it did something to him

you go on to suckle gently on the gun and it drives shadow absolutely insane. “you’re so pretty like this.” he breathes out to you he pulls the gun from your mouth and admires the coat of spit on it. “you nasty girl.” he whispers to himself and your thighs clench together once more at his words because it is disgusting. you are nasty for wanting him to do this to you

“take that off.” he gestures to your blouse. you obey, surprised by his sudden demanding tone. the usual collected shadow is no longer there and right now, you could care less. you slip the blouse, exposing your chest and shadow’s eyes catch on the sight before drifting further down as you pull your shorts and panties off of you. you’re bare before him now and his eyes continue to wander. he’d never done that before. he said he always wanted to be respectful and was awfully timid when it came to being intimate

you grow shy under his gaze, but secretly, you love the way he’s looking at you.

the growing heat between your thighs becoming unbearable and shadow had barely even touched you

god, what would it be like when he finally does touch you? “you getting shy already?” he’s teasing you, mocking almost. he chuckles, and moves to lie down next to you.

“Come here.” He demands, patting his lap. You move on top of him and straddle him. you’re naked on top of him and you can feel him.

he holds up the gun that was still in his hand, tracing it from your belly to your chest. he runs the tip of it over your hardened nipple, making you shiver at, the cold metal against your warm skin.

he continues to move the gun over your smooth skin. your collarbone, your belly, your neck, anywhere he could reach. but then…. click.

one short ‘click’ makes your eyes shoot open. he loaded the gun. your eyes dart towards his face, he looked amused, knowing exactly that the sound would’ve startled you. a shiver runs down your spine at the realization that the gun is actually loaded. if he wanted to he could hurt you..

“What is it? Don’t tell me you're scared, I won’t hurt you, sweet girl.” Those last words drive you insane and he can see you can’t take it anymore. you try finding any friction to satisfy the fuzzy feeling in between your thighs, shadow notices and gives in this time. he gently lies the gun down next to him and sits up with you still on his lap. you stare at his much bigger hands as they slowly run up and down your sides

shadow sees the look in your eyes hunger, need and he smiles to himself. he looks at you for a moment, admiring every curve, dip of your body.

“you can barely take this dick think you can take my gun?” he asks in a degrading tone of voice, mocking your desperation as if he hadn’t purposely been building up the tension inside you.

you nod frantically, a small whine escaping your lips at the thought and the degrading tone of his voice. to say the least shadow is surprised at your sheer desperation. he knew you were obedient but look at you on your knees right next to him, breathing heavily, slight sheen of sweat already covering your body, your nipples hardened and eyes low solely focusing on him. It’s driving him insane.

you desperately pull him in for a kiss. this kiss is full of hunger and desire as you swirl your tongue over his bottom lip and lick into his mouth. he deepens the kiss by pulling you in by the curve of your ass, his other hand having snaked behind you to firmly grasp you and move you as he pleases

when you come up to catch your breath, he looks at you mischievously. he wants you so bad… but he wants to play with you for a bit.

he suddenly flips you both around so he’s on top now, grasping his gun in the process so you don’t land on it. you look up at big adoring eyes so full of love for him . you try to pull him in for another kiss, but he stops you and lets his gun sit on your lips again

“such a needy girl, Just hold on, okay?” you nod, eager to find out what he has planned for you. shadow smiles at your obedience and then focuses on the gun still resting on your lips. he slowly drags it down again. down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone, your hardened nipple, your belly button… until he’s nestled between your legs now, the tip of the gun resting right underneath your belly button

his gaze lowers to your pussy, clit already swollen, begging to be touched and your sweet hole already so wet. “so pretty and wet for me, aren’t you?” he dips his head down slowly and unexpectedly licks a stripe from your hole to your clit, moaning at your taste and making you mewl at the sudden pleasure.

he looks up at you, admiring the pretty look on your face at his sudden action. “hey?” you answer with a breathy ‘yeah’. “can I try something?” you pause for a moment, curious as to what this ‘something’ is, but you eagerly not your head. he smiles and sits up, slowly dragging the gun with him.

The gun traces down… slowly down to where your pretty clit is aching for shadow to touch. when the cold metal touches your clit, you squeal softly in surprise, shadow quickly asks if you’re okay, but the only answer you give him is a low and breathy moan

he traces the gun lower… all the way to your pretty hole. the tip of the gun catches on it and teases your entrance slowly, warming you up to the feel of it. shadow can’t get enough of the sight before him. your legs spread out for him, his gun between them, your pretty face while you make those sweet sounds for him. It edges im on even more

he stops teasing your entrance with the gun for a second, and he painfully slowly pushes the tip of his gun inside you. he slowly keeps pushing the gun inside you.

you feel so good all filled up by it. shadow slowly starts moving the gun out of you until only the tip is left inside you. a sweet hum leaves your lips when he pushes it inside you fully again. he starts fucking you with it, a slow but deep pace. “no.. no more shadow.” you whine out so desperate to be filled up by his cock instead

his dick is growing impossibly hard at the sight before him and he can’t take it anymore. he slowly pulls the gun out of you now, carefully leaving it back on the bedside table

he slowly drags his finger through your folds, gathering your wetness before coating his tip with it, then spreading your arousal all over his length. the sight of him pumping his dick in his hand makes you impatient.

“shadow…” you mewl, reaching for him. “What is it?” he asks gently, “What do you want?”

“please.. please fuck me.” you say directly and he smiles at that, leaning down to met your gaze. “Yeah?” he asks, slowly dragging his dick through your folds, teasing you. your hips buck up into him and he laughs at you. “such a needy girl aren’t you?” so mean. you enjoy it, though. you like it when you feel degraded by him.

“yes, please shadow, please…” you beg and he smiles before finally pushing inside you. he stretches you out slowly. your pretty mouth parts open a little and the sweetest moan escapes you. he pauses for a moment to let you adjust, he is stretching you out so good.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby. pretty pussy so wet for me.” he slowly starts moving in and out of you

”And all because I fucked you with my gun?” his thrusts speed up and you moan with each one. he grabs your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist, making his cock hit deeper

“You’re a naughty girl, you know that?” he sets a mean pace, his thrusts hitting that sweet spot inside you, every damn time.

“Getting off to me threatening you with my gun" he curses and he can feel you tightening around him at his words, having caught on to the fact that you like it when he says these things to you.

“I didn’t expect my sweet girl to like those things.” he states, obviously out of breath. "Turn around, baby." He demands before pulling out of you. You whine at the emptiness, but you do as he says, propping yourself up on your knees and resting your head down on the soft pillow below you.

He kneels behind you, admiring the way your back is arched and the way your pretty pussy is soaked for him before teasing your entrance with the tip of his dick again. “shadow-“ your about to complain about him not fucking you when he suddenly pushes inside you. He loved the way your pussy swallowed him entirely, feeling every thick vein on his dick flush against your soft gummy walls.

Your face is pushed down into the pillow and your eyes roll to the back of your head as he keeps fucking you, his firm hand planted itself ontop of your head holding you in place pushing your face deeper into the pillow, “this is what you wanted, huh? that puny gun doesn’t compare to daddy’s curvy dick.” you can feel your orgasm starting to build quickly.

you try to tell him that you're close, but all that leaves your mouth is moans and whines. you brain is mush at this point. "What is it sweet girl? You close? " he asks not in concern but in a mocking tone of voice. you just answer with a whine.

he chuckles at your reaction before reaching in front of you to slowly rub at your clit. You mewl and squirm at the sensation, shadow’s thrusts grow sloppy and you can tell he's about to cum as well.

he sets a fast pace rubbing at your clit. "so tight, you're squeezing me." you whine at his words. "I'm gonna cum inside you." he curses at the thought. "Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up so good”

he’s thrusting into you at an ungodly pace and his fingers rubbing your clit is just too much. pure sweet bliss as your orgasm washes over you. your cunt spasming around shadows dick, coating him with your slick

he moans and fucks you through your orgasm. "Shit, so good, I'm gonna come." The movement of his hips stutter as he comes, filling you up just like he said he would, slowly pushing his cum deep inside you with every thrust.

im officially 18 today 🪽🥨

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⏦ﾟᢉ𐭩 - 𓊆ྀི𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[omega-e123]

!! NSFW !!

cw: mild somnophilia(?), Cunnilingus, Vaginal sex. Fingering. Breeding kink.

In A Rut…

Prologue || Restraint || Part 3 (HERE) || Adoration

Indulgence

Depressed. Lonely. Unwanted. Those are the words that you’d describe how you’re feeling. You knew Shadow liked his personal space, but isn’t this a bit much? After being the only one initiating for a month straight, it’s finally taken its toll on you.

Rationally, you’re aware if Shadow didn’t at least tolerate your company, he wouldn’t give you the time of day. Let alone reciprocate affection when given. It still hurt, putting in all the effort suddenly.

It’s been a while since the last time you spent the night at his place. Not from the lack of asking. Shadow shot down every time it was brought up. The way he answered differed. Sometimes it was a flat, “No.” Other times he would go silent, deep into thought before politely declining. There was no tell whether or not Shadow was hesitating to say yes or to say no.

Tonight was the night. You practically begged him. Your hands clasps his, bringing it to your chest. Puppy eyes refuse to break contact even as he slightly turned his head away. “Pretty please Shadow? Pleaaaase? I really miss you. Just one night,” you implored.

Shadow grits his teeth. The glaring annoyance in his features conceal Shadow’s inner turmoil. Curse these damn thoughts. If only you were begging for something else. I’d give it all in a heartbeat.

Damn it— “Tch! Fine. For one night.”

It’s a good thing he already replaced those torn covers…

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The plan was simple. You take his bed, Shadow takes the couch. With this arrangement, he can keep himself in check while you’re still able to get a peaceful night’s sleep.

What a fool he was hoping that you’d agree.

Even though Shadow insisted he take the couch so you can have his bed all to yourself, you countered with, “Well, if you’re going to sleep on the couch so will I! I didn’t ask to stay for the night for us to end up not sleeping together, idiot.”

At first, you tried to sleep with your head laid on his chest. Leg propped over Shadow’s torso. Normally, you both wouldn’t have a problem falling into a deep slumber like this. A subtle steady heartbeat coercing your body to drift away. Protective arms wrapped around your being. Tonight? You weren’t sure if who you’re nuzzling against was a hedgehog or a wooden log.

Try as he might, Shadow couldn’t relax his muscles. In and out. Focus on breathing. Nothing else.

Don’t pay any mind on how much his body has been aching for your touch. Ignore the hot breath that tickles his chest. Your sickly sweet scent filling up his nose. The way your crotch is pressed up against his hip.

You resign, noticing the rigid, mechanical breathing. Wordlessly peeling yourself off of Shadow to lay on your side, back towards him. Better not make him any more uncomfortable even though you really wanted to cuddle him. Give him space and let him chase.

Almost immediately, some of the tension Shadow was holding dissipates. Finally allowing himself to sink further into the mattress. The air feels like a thousand needles pricking him now that your warmth is gone. A heavy breath leaves him, not noticing he’s been holding it in this whole time.

It would be so much easier if he simply told you what is going on. Why he has been ‘distant’ for the past few weeks. Bringing up the topic feels too awkward, too… humiliating. Your partner is so stubborn when it came to asking for help. Shadow didn’t need to suffer alone at all if only he spoke up. You were more than happy to assist him whenever needed… this Shadow knew well.

Weight of the mattress shifts behind you. Springs crunching and squeaking underneath. You paid no mind as your consciousness stood at the border of dreamland.

As the last strand of thought was about to be plucked away, a paid of arms found purchase around your waist. Like a squeaky toy being squeezed, your eyes shot open and bulged out as you quietly squealed from the sudden movement.

Shadow’s body and yours press up against each other. Legs tangle with one another. A tender kiss is pressed to the back of your neck sending goosebumps down your spine.

Sleep finally drags you into the void.

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Moonlight peeks through the cracks of the black out curtains. Watching your every move. Shadows intertwine and dance upon the cool sheets of the bed. Ecstasy clings onto every inch of your skin. Combined sweat glistening due to the spotlight provided by the moon.

“Ngh.. haah.. Shadow—“

Your heart leaps out of your chest. The utterance of your partners name startles you awake. Wetness pools in between your legs from the dream. Underwear sticks uncomfortably to your cunt.

Heavy breathing combined with something hard pressed against your ass signals that you’re not the only one having a wonderful dream or maybe he was the cause? Pressure varies from light to firm in a nice rhythmic pattern.

Shadow’s arms are wrapped around you tight, unaware that you’re awake. His hot breaths that moan your name tickle your ear. One hand begins to wander. The inhibitor ring gets caught by the fabric, here and there, contributing to his clunky movements. Eventually it finds its way to the edge of your shirt. Shadow’s bare hand slides up your abdomen, between the valley of your breasts, before settling on a mound. Gently but firmly gripping it. Even though you call out his name, no response is given. Shadow continues to hump your ass, riling you up more. Hips begin to move in tandem with his, craving more friction. A whimper escapes past your lips, calling out his name once more.

What woke Shadow up was your hand squeezing the top of his. Blinking the sleep away, he became more aware of his actions.

Guilt swallows him up whole. Shadow mutters a rushed apology, “I didn’t— Forgive me.” His ears flick back momentarily in agitation as he begins to free his limbs from you. Although untangled your hand refuses to let go. When he sits up, so do you. Oh no, you’ve let this gone on long enough.

“Forgive you for what?”, you interject, worry laced in your words. Due to the low light in the room, you could only partially see Shadow’s expression. An oh so familiar mask of stone adorns his face.

He doesn’t move an inch. A good sign. It means he’s not immediately avoiding or distancing himself from you. A chance to reel Shadow back... To keep him grounded.

Silence follows your question. Again, you speak up, “What’s on your mind, my love? You’ve been acting odd these days. If there’s anything I can help you with…”

The void of the room stares straight back at Shadow. Thoughts collecting to form a coherent sentence. Finally he speaks, though not of his own volition. Words spill out before he could stop them, “That’s the problem. You can and you would. Taking advantage of you is not something I intend to do… but I might with my current state.”

Brows furrow and a deep frown sets on your muzzle. “What the fuck are you talking about.” May the gods praise you for your patience with this man—. Sucking in a sharp inhale you speak again,“Shadow.. It is not taking advantage for accepting my help. Otherwise I wouldn’t have offered in the first place. It’s not as if I’m physically unable to say no later down the line anyways,” your free hand reaches up to Shadow’s cheek, turning his face towards you, “So if you could please tell me instead of having me guess, I would appreciate it.”

Your hand is so incredibly soft. Shadow couldn’t help but lean into your touch. “It’s— rutting season,” he mutters under his breath.

“What?”

Although he’s facing you, his eyes refuse to meet yours. Shadow’s shyness announces its presence in the form of crimson staining his cheeks, “It’s.. supposedly the time of the year for hedgehogs having the urge to breed.” His tail thumps excessively at the thought of knocking you up. Reaching back, Shadow grabs his tail to hold it still.

The cogs in your brain begin to turn, putting the pieces together. This whole time he was acting touch adverse due to being overstimulated by your presence. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little disappointed that Shadow didn’t tell you sooner.

Taking too long to answer, Shadow takes your silence as judgement. “Hmph, I’m sleeping on the couch,” he announces, shuffling away from you.

“The hell you are! You’re finishing what you started tonight, mister.” Your partner is forcefully yanked back and pinned onto the mattress. Straddling him, you can see his features much easier. Eyes looking up at you widen in shock before narrowing. Shadow’s fangs flash in a mischievous smirk.

“You are aware of what you’re asking, right?”

“Uh, yes?”

Easy as flipping a pancake, you two switch positions. Your hands are in tight grips above your head. Shadow leans close to your ear, chests nearly touching. In a low sultry voice he says, “You sound unsure. Allow me to clarify: I won’t be done with you until you’re passed out or I’m empty, understood?”

It was as if a switch had been flipped inside him. Now that the laundry has been hung up to air, Shadow can finally indulge what he’s been craving for: you.

Scarlet eyes scan your features for any hint of fear, hesitation. Of course Shadow wants you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself while he lets out his urges.

Immediately your heart leaps into your throat. Excitement shooting through your system like electricity. The edges of your mouth twist upwards into a lopsided smile. “Loud and clear, Shad. You have a lot of lost time to make up,” you answer back cheekily. Finding your answer satisfactory, Shadow encapsulates your lips in a kiss. Starting slow, pacing yourselves, enjoying the moment.

Minuscule moans fill the silence here and there as the pace picks up. Wanting more contact, your hands struggle against Shadow’s grip. One hand lets go to snake under your shirt and massage your breast. The other adjusts to keep both of your wrists down.

So much stimulation but none quite what your body aching for. Legs squirm, complaining about the lack of attention on your bottom half. Your hips arch up, drawing out a guttural moan from Shadow. As you two part, a single string of saliva bridges the gap. He hushes you, “Behave and sit pretty. You can do that, right?”

Entranced, you simply nod your head.

“Good. I promise I’ll take care of you,” Shadow whispers, pecking your cheek. A kiss is pressed to your neck, your throat, collarbone. One after the other, he leaves a trail of kisses leading all the way down to your abdomen.

The smell of your cunt already abuses Shadow’s nose. Hunger grows within him. Patience is a virtue; however, nothing will stop this unholy night. A finger hooks to the hem of your underwear. Delicately Shadow pulls them down, stopping inches from revealing your clit. His lips encapsulates the bud, giving it a gentle suck and a flick of his tongue. A quiet gasp is pulled from you. From there he rips off the thin fabric, tossing it off the bed carelessly.

“Hey! That was my favorite pair!” You complained in a huff.

Teeth graze your inner thighs, causing them to quiver with anticipation. Your concern about the small fabric disintegrated by a simple act. A low feint chuckle can be heard if you listened closely. The underside of your knees are propped up over Shadow’s shoulder after he pulls you down closer by the hip bones. A nip near your pussy elicits a squeal of pain mixed with pleasure. Just as you were about to playfully scold Shadow, a drawn out moan fills the bedroom. His tongue dances over your clit. With each suck, your back arches, chasing his lips. Claws dig into your flesh, drawing little beads of blood. A silent command telling you to hold still.

“Shaaaadow~!” You cry out. So many sensations tingling your skin.

He backs off for a moment, blowing onto the folds of your pussy. Instinctively your knees buckle together.

A quiet, “Hnph,” signals Shadow’s satisfaction in teasing you.

It couldn’t be helped. He’s so aggressive, intending to devour you. Tension builds up in your torso but not quite close to snapping. The folds of your pussy spread as Shadow’s tongue slides up the slit and enters. Drinking up every drop of nectar.

Meanwhile, his bottom half has been busy, rubbing itself against the mattress in a steady rhythm. Every time Shadow got close, he would cease his movements for a second before continuing. All of his cum was going to go inside you.

Time is at a standstill, staring at the bedroom wall. You concentrate on the assault his mouth is currently conducting. Hands cling onto the sheets for dear life as you try to obey Shadow.

“Ah— ah.. please..” you manage out, nearly breathless. He pauses. Darkened eyes look up, waiting for you to continue with your train of thought. The loss of contact allows cold air to hit your cunt.

“Please, what?” Shadow asks politely as if he wasn’t just nose deep in you, “What is it that you need?”

“I need more.. more friction”

Now towering over you, your legs are nearly pressed to your chest. His hands propped on either side of your head, supporting his weight. Shadow’s cock effortlessly sliding between your labia “Mmnh. You’re going to have to elaborate more than that.”

This fucker. Teasing your entrance. One fell swoop and it’ll go right in. Your pussy clenches nothing at the thought, bringing attention of just how empty you are. “Need more.. more friction, please. I need you inside. Please, Shadow.”

“Your wish is my command, darling.”

You should have known better to think he was going to start fucking you. No surprise that Shadow travels back down, sliding a single digit in. You can feel his smug grin against your sex when you hissed out of disappointment. Another finger is added in, curling against your walls. Shadow’s free hand splays atop your belly.

Oh, how your pussy glistened with your arousal. Sweet nectar drip onto the mattress, creating a lovely pool. It might stain after tonight. Your needy cunt clenches around his fingers. That familiar tension rises back up as Shadow sucks and French kisses your clit. So red, puffy, and sore. He’s absolutely proud of his work.

Before you knew it, praises began to tumble out. Your hand reaches down to grab Shadow’s hand, holding it tight. Legs quiver as his hand picks up the pace. A third finger slides in easily. Stars enter the edge of your vision. The familiar bedroom ceiling now turning into a night sky.

“Love, you’re going to crush my hand,” he laughs. His ministrations continue while he rises up to lay next to you. Both of his legs capturing one of your thighs. “Keep them open for me.”

Arms reach underneath, pulling Shadow into a hug. You beg and plead him, “I’m close— I’m so close. Shadow I’m going to cum. Fuck, let me cum please.” When your nails dig into his back, a pleasureful growl bubbles up from his throat. In efforts to silence it, Shadow’s lips crash into yours. The taste of your slick swirling around.

Your hips erratically buck into his fingers, chasing that high. Like a mirror shattering into a million pieces, you had come undone. Screams of ecstasy reaches the heavens even with your teeth buried into Shadow’s neck. Wet slapping follows suit as he guides you through your climax. “Music to my ears. Ah, you’ve done such a good job,” Shadow whispers into your ear, slowing down his movements but not quite stopping. Tears nearly form from the overstimulation. To let him know, you whimper, “Too much”, into his chest, nuzzling in.

When Shadow pulls out, a pathetic mewl escapes past your lips. Already, you miss the warm feeling in your pussy. He brings up his sodden fingers and licks it clean before lifting your chin up to give you another taste. During this little break Shadow’s giving you, a warm palm caresses your cheek, lightly stroking it.

“You better not be tired, yet. I’m not done with you”

Caged below his body, his cock, seeping with precum rests on the low part of your belly. Even though your body is still recovering, it can’t help but shake in anticipation.

A sticky trail leads down to your entrance. The tip just barely prodding the entrance. Your hips instinctively want squirm, allowing it in. Looks like Shadow noticed as well, because he backed away just out of reach. He wants you bad; however, watching your cute little face twist out of frustration was simply too entertaining.

Here you thought that Shadow would be the impatient one, waiting so long to fuck your brains out. How the hell has he been able to keep it together now that finally got what he needed? Well, Shadow’s mind has been teetering on the edge. Holding it together long enough so you’re also enjoying it too. Not only mindless fucking to reach his objective. You’re not merely a means to an end.

“There’s only two things you need to remember, okay? My name, and that you’re mine.” To emphasize the last two words, Shadow slams his cock in one fell swoop.

Once again his claws sink into the sheets and mattress below, unable to contain his fervor. Because your cunt didn’t have enough time to adjust and accommodate Shadow’s length, it squeezes him tight. The sensation was not unwelcome. Pain and pleasure dancing in a delicate tango.

A long breathy moan is accompanied by his own animalistic growl. He does his best in earnest to stay still, savoring the way your pussy stretched and clenched around his cock. “Fuck you’re so good to me,” he moans, “You don’t know how much I wanted you— needed you.”

Shadow’s hips slowly pull back just to thrust deep into you again. The sudden motion causes you to grip tightly onto forearms. Your head tosses back with a gasp.

It felt like you were made for him. Made for each other. He starts to pump into you. Ass bouncing from the force. Shadow’s gaze never leaves your face. Every little expression you make, he commits to memory. The way you have to keep prying your eyes off of his to keep from being hypnotized, entranced. When you bite the inside of your lip or open your mouth for a silent cry of pleasure. Your eyes squeezing shut and brows knitting together, as you violently turn your head from hitting that right spot.

Not enough. Not enough. Not enough!

Your ear is captured between his lips, nibbling and sucking on it. The sensation tickles. You giggle, finally letting out that breath you’ve been unconsciously holding. Shadow whispers into your ear, “Good.. make sure you’re breathing. I’m going to pull you in closer, okay?”

Your hands are removed from him as he sits up for a moment to adjust. In order to gain better access, you are folded up into a proper mating press. Legs hooked onto the crook of Shadow’s arms. Knees on either side of your head.

The new angle allows him to hit you deeper and with the way your hips are positioned will perfectly hold his cum in. Mercilessly, Shadow pounds into your little hole. Despite his best efforts to redirect his fangs, they continue to land on multiple spots along your collarbone and neck. Bruises and bite marks for everyone to see who you belong to.

With each thrust, his dick kisses your cervix.

It’s a good thing you didn’t live in an apartment, but you were sure the neighbors across the street could hear your screams of euphoria.

You looked so lovely. Heavenly, even. Shadow wonders how he was able to snag an angel like you. Those three little words, Shadow doesn’t say them often enough as he thinks he should. You understand. His actions speak volumes much louder.

At the pace Shadow is going at, he’s not going to last very long. Judging by the way your face is scrunched up and the tension in your nether regions, you’re in the same boat.

“Relax. Cum for me, my love.”

That’s all it took for you to unravel once again. Shadow is pulled in for a tight embrace as you call out his name, telling him how much you love him. Your sweet words melt his heart.

Trembling, quaking, your orgasm rips through your body while Shadow continues to snap his hips, his own climax following close behind. If you weren’t so cock drunk, you’d have heard “I love you” tumble from your partner. Words that come out of your mouth are no longer coherent but rather a giant babbling mess. Your cunt milks every single drop his cock has to offer. His movements slow down.

Shadow’s body isn’t satisfied. Even if he wanted to, his hips won’t stop. Not until he drowns your cervix in hot sticky cum. Filled to the brim until it starts leaking out even with his dick plunged deep in.

“You’re mine. All mine.”

Round one of many.

[mintmatcha]

enough with nice boys. friends asshole older brother who fucks you hard, often, and selfishly and it's somehow the best sex you've ever had

[mintmatcha]

flips up your skirt when he passes, tugs your braids and ponytails to catch your attention when his little brother isnt watching...

and then, during a rager he's throwing, flips up your skirt snd holds you by your hair as he fucks you as hard as he can-

[mintmatcha]

...sometimes you sleep on your friend's bedroom floor after the bar and their brother sneaks in and fucls you with a hand over your mouth--

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Being an onlyfans pornstar and thinking "oh, none of those big time sexy pornstars would ever want to fuck me, I'm too chubby and I'm picky about sex, they wouldn't be interested"

But then you open up collabs and suddenly your inbox is filled with offers from pornstars with cocks you've only dreamed about. You try to dissuade them by talking about your need to cum and how you would have to have your clit stimulated during sex and it would just be too much work.

But they double down and they even offer to pay just to have sex with you once and you're confused and overwhelmed by all the sexy men who want to fuck you

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

I would not accept the offer for my mental health bc i would want to marry him after that sksksk

[shigarosie]

You: Oh man I feel like it's a bad idea to accept your offer, at the end of this I'm afraid I'm just gonna wanna marry you haha

Nanami with a sudden raging boner: I fail to see how that's a bad thing my dear

[realcube]

tsukishima kei knows he's big and is soooo cocky and sarcastic about it

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tw + tags ;; nsfw minors dni. vaginal, breeding kink, size kink, past relationships mentioned, degradation, overstimulation & dacryphilia mentioned.

his cock pierces into your sopping hole at a delirious rate. your faces is nestled between his pillows, while your ass is up and he rams into you repeatedly. your worn body shakes which each powerful thrust, and your ass bounces around his base.

the sheets are balled up in your fists, as you cry into the pillow due to deliciously painful stretch your pussy has to constantly endure. it stung so bad yet simultaneously, you never want it to stop. your boyfriend is so long, you don't know how to cope with it — all you can do is lay there and pray.

"why are you acting like some virgin schoolgirl?" you can virtually hear the eyeroll as he speaks. although, his steady pace doesn't falter, and he moves a hand to cradle your calf that was tensing and jerking around in the air. he strokes your leg, all the way to your ankle where he sees your toes are curled firmly. "what? never taken big dick before?"

he laughs, but it's not clear what he finds amusing: the notion of you being inexperienced sexually, or the fact you are too cock-drunk to reply to his sarcastic remarks properly. usually you're quite quick-witted, but now you've devolved into a overstimulated mess who is barely able to stagger out the breathiest of moans.

however, it's made evident that he is entertained by his previous suggestion, when he elaborates scornfully, "god, your ex must've been such a fuckin' loser." he snickers again, pushing his glasses up his nose.

not that you're able to see, you're too busy being plowed into the mattress by his merciless length. his faint veins were rubbing against the most sensitive parts inside you, and it's like he's trying to break something within you each time his tip thumps against your cervix. "kei! i ca— nngh, i can't! stop, 'm too close.."

" 'you can't stop' stop what? you're not doing anything, sweetie." his voice drips with honeyed mockery. it irritates you when he tries to be clever and purposefully misinterprets what you say. but his length is clogging up your walls so well that you can't bring yourself to care. "just keep doing what you do best. hah—" he heaves, hastily clearing his throat, "being pretty n' tight. too fuckin' tight." that's generally considered a compliment but the way he says it makes it sound like a slur.

"shit, you're not made for this.." he curses at you, hips slamming into yours at full-force, watching intently as your doting cunt is swallows him up. "stick to clit stuff cos this is just— ah—" he choked on his own words, only able to be sarcastic for so long before his climax gets the better of him.

his lips seel together and his eyes screw shut as he breathes his way through his high, still weakily thrusting into your poor cunt but with significtantly less vigour. each movement was more sloppy and desperate as he fills up your snug hole.

the entire time his hand is on your leg, caressing your calf, and the other is idly toying with your clit. "shit." is all the can think to utter. this is not what he intended. you were supposed to be the one who was so split in half on his dick that you finish in like three minutes. but instead, he was the first to climax. disastrous execution of his fantasy.

"aren't you going to pull out?" you groan, weary hole pleading for solace.

"no. we're going to do this again and again until you're used to me, so you stop crying every time you take it." he tuts, harsh word contrasting with the affectionate way he massages your folds, "get comfortable. it'll take a while."

"hm, you don't like it when i cry? i thought you were into."

"why would i enjoy seeing you cry? you know i love you, dumbass." he squeezes your ass harshly, smirking when you jolt in reaction. "which is exactly why you need to stop crying like a little bitch."

[senkuscocksleeve]

having shadow the hedgehog thoughts

hes so fucking fine

that is the sexiest man alive idcidcidcidc

people always make the best art of human shadow

i need him

[lamentelle]

do i piss you off? do you wanna fuck about it?