#smut drabble

[weepingkiki]

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪssɪᴏɴs.

нσω is τнis gσiทg τσ ωσrк?:

~𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙫𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙝, 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙯𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚~

ρricєs αrє ℓisτє∂ вєℓσω:

Smau— 10 images is the limit but if I have to make a second post I will not charge for it; prize will be from:

Smut: 30$

Fluff: 20$

Small drabble— A small drabble would be around 500 words or so; prizes are:

Smut: 50$

Fluff: 40$

Full one shot— a full one shot would be around 2k words; prizes are:

Smut: 80$

Fluff: 60$

ι ωιℓℓ ωσяк ωιтн:

—Oc x Oc

—Oc x canon

—Canon x canon

ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕞𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕀'𝕞 𝕚𝕟

[wedoknoweachother]

Masterlist & INTRO

JJBA:

Yandere! Jotaro x wife!reader headcanons

Rohan x afab! reader

(More to be added)

I'm here just to share my writings. I'm a leftist, and don't mind any requests for my writing.

I won't do:

Pedophilia.

Scat.

Heavy Degradation.

Raceplay.

Besides that, I will do anything:3 my fandoms are:AOT, Jjba, Vinland Saga, Sword Online, Future Diary, and others I can't lisit😔

Also, I may write for fandoms I am not a part of:3 But, I try my best to make them accurate.

DNI: T.R.A.S.H, and minors!

Request from me! (Also, p.s I am not CONSISTENT at all, and I am writing for myself and my joy. So, I may be gone for weeks, or months even.)

CREDITS for the dividers:@sisterlucifergraphics

[dr4cul4f4ng]

You stir as sunlight filters through the curtains, but his arms tighten around you before you can move. "Five more minutes," he mumbles into your neck, voice thick with sleep. His breath is warm against your skin, messy hair tickling your cheek.

"I need to start breakfast," you whisper, trying to shift away. He responds with a soft kiss to your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth.

"Stay," he murmurs, pulling you closer. His hand slides down your side, fingers tracing lazy patterns before dipping between your legs. You gasp softly as he begins gentle, unhurried circles against your clit, his touch feather-light and teasing.

"That's not fair," you breathe, but your protest melts into a moan when his fingers slip lower, easing inside you with careful strokes. His lips find yours in a slow, sleepy kiss that deepens as his fingers work you open.

"Just stay," he whispers against your mouth, adding another finger, curling them gently against your sweet spot. You arch into his touch, your resolve crumbling with each tender press of his lips and each deliberate stroke of his hand. The world outside your bed feels impossibly far away.

[sugurrk]

ᝰ.ᐟ “open your mouth” 18+, not proofread

— sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro, katsuki bakugo, eijirou kirishima, dabi/touya, shane walsh, rafe cameron, eren yeager, maekar targaryen, daemon targaryen, and your favs

Your jaw drops, tongue lolling out for just a taste of his spit coated cock, a tang of salty sweat touch your tastebuds. The aroma of stale musk consumes your senses as your mouth becomes overfull from his cum filled balls.

And like a bear to the honey your body worked on its own—lapping and slurping at the heaviness his size. Moans whine in your throat, sending vibrations around the thick sack.

“that’s it…” he pants, first grubbing his cock as his hips rock back and forth—his shaft rub against your closed eyelid.

“that’s a good filthy slut” he words harsher than before, hips stutter slightly

he was close.

You felt it in the way his balls tightened with every stroke of your tongue, the way his rough grunts slipped into pathetic huffs, and especially with the way he pulled himself out of your warm mouth.

a horse whisper escapes you swollen lips, missing the heaviness that was once on you tongue

Without warning, your jaw is slacked open by the thickness of his aching cock, slipping into the wet cavern, reaching the very back of your throat.

“Ghhlk—khaallkg”

Tears swells in your eyes, gagging around the length. The feeling of your throat tighten alright his sensitive tip sends him rolling over the edge—flooding your mouth with his hot cum.

authors note — inspired by this twt vid!

[softly-potter]

edging loser!Dex

WC| A/N: 914 | from this tweet woops!

You suppose you’ve been a little cruel to him.

Dex, with his sweatslicked skin and fluttering lashes, stares at you with nothing short of devotion, and yet you keep torturing him. Well, not torturing, he wants this, you both do. But you did promise if he was good he could come, and he has been so good…You just enjoy seeing him like this.

“Baby,” he rasps, and his fingers ball into his fists where hes tied to the headboard. “P-please.”

“Please what Dex?” You hum, and you press your naked core to his bare thigh, rubbing your clit against his skin. A delicious spark runs up your spine and you sigh, stroking him again, and even as you close your eyes you know his head is lulling to the side in overstimulation.

Dex whimpers, a soft, broken sound, his hips jerking uselessly against the restraints. The ropes creak slightly with each tiny twitch of his muscles, and his breath comes in shallow puffs against your shoulder.

“Please… please let me touch you,” he begs, voice trembling like he’s about to cry. His thighs are slick with sweat and arousal both, warm skin flushed pink, and when you grind down again he actually shakes, teeth sinking into his bottom lip to stifle a moan.

He’s so far gone already, and you haven’t even kissed him yet.

“You’re just so pretty like this,” you murmur, eyes opening to take him in. “Don’t you think?”

He doesn’t respond, but he swallows, the muscles in his neck thickening. You’re slick, your wetness dripping to his thigh as you move your hips and hand in tandem, moaning softly.

“If you’re done,” you remind him gently. “You can say the magic word.”

By magic word, you mean you’re safe word, arrow. It’s always up to him when he wants to stop, when he can’t take it anymore, and as your thumb swipes over the head of his cock his hips jerk again.

“I love you.”

The words shoot out of his mouth fast, like he hadn’t meant to say them. You blink at him, and judging from his expression, he hadn’t. His cheeks, already pink, become a deep red, and you stop grinding on him. You release your hold, pulling back your hand slowly before sliding to the side, sitting on your haunches.

The room goes quiet except for the sound of your breathing, Dex’s uneven, panicked hitches and yours, suddenly slow with surprise. He stares at the ceiling now, jaw clenched tight like he could hide behind his eyelids if he tried hard enough. There’s no explanation. No softening it with a joke or deflection. Only Dex, flustered, exposed, tied up both physically and emotionally by something far more dangerous than rope.

His throat works again as he swallows once, still refusing to look at you.

“Dex-”

“I’m sorry,” he cuts in, and his knuckles are white. You move off the bed and pull on your tshirt. “I just- it was a lot. I got distracted. I’m sorry.”

You exhale slowly before leaning over him, and untying his restraints. He lets his arms full, sitting up quickly to grab the blanket and tugging it over his exposed lower half.

“Dex,” you say his name slowly, softly. You need him to know you aren’t upset. “S’okay. People say all sorts of things when they’re overstimulated like that.”

Dex nods stiffly, clutching the blanket like it’s armor. He won’t meet your eyes still, too busy staring at his own hands, flexing them now that they’re free. The silence stretches, thick and awkward.

You can see him spiraling in real time, the way his shoulders tense with each breath, how he bites down on his lip to stop it from trembling. He didn’t mean to ruin things, that much is obvious.

When you sit beside him again and gently brush a strand of hair from his forehead, he always gets messy when he’s hot, he flinches but doesn’t pull away.

His voice comes out small when he finally speaks: “…I didn't say that on purpose.”

“I know,” you nod. “It’s okay.”

“No I-” he swallows, and finally he looks at you. “I wanted to tell you. I just didn’t mean to say it like that.”

Your hands pause, and you feel your heart working overtime in your chest. “You…”

Dex holds your gaze, his dark eyes wide. His breath hitches again when you don’t finish your sentence. The blanket has slipped slightly off one shoulder, revealing the curve of it, smooth skin still warm from exertion, and he doesn’t fix it.

“I love you,” he says again, clearer this time, and then immediately after. “…If that’s okay.”

You chest expands and for some reason, you laugh. “You…now? That’s when you realized it? As I’m edging you?”

Dex snorts, shaking his head and you lean forward, pressing your cheek to his shoulder. “No. I’ve known. It just…slipped out.”

Dex’s arms hesitantly come up around you, one hand settling carefully on your back like he’s afraid to press too hard. He laughs again, quiet, and rests his chin on top of your head.

“Kinda stupid timing,” he admits softly. The warmth of him seeps through the thin fabric of your shirt and blanket both, grounding and familiar. “You’re not mad?”

You move your face so you can look at him, and you smile. “No. I’m not mad,” leaning forward, you press your mouth to his cheek. “How could I be? I love you too.”

X

Divider @viviansturns

Dex Blurbs

[klovercrown]

Warning: VERY lewd 18+ Mr. Reed rimming drabble 🫣 (Fem! Reader)

////ahhhhh, don't look at me. I hope this was an ok read. This man just does things to me 🥹

Mr. Reed reclined upon one of his polished pews, bare from the waist down—only wearing his signature sweater with his dark blue buttoned up shirt underneath. His legs fell apart with ease as he tugged gently on the silver chain attached to your leather collar, guiding your face into the cleft between those firm, sculpted cheeks.

Your warm tongue slid forward eagerly—wet and insistent—as it probed deeper into that tightly clenched entrance. The slick heat of your mouth contrasted beautifully with Mr. Reed’s controlled breathing; each small grunt escaping him was muffled by pride but undeniable pleasure.

With deliberate rhythm, his free hand stroked himself slowly. His chest rising slightly with every breathless thrust up through calloused fingers while icy blue eyes watched you intently: part ownership… part quiet adoration for what you were doing so willingly below him.

Quiet huffs leave your lips as his warm balls rub against your nose, making it hard to breathe along with your open mouth being occupied by him. His musk fills your senses, along with the smell of his sandalwood body wash which you couldn't help but take a deep breath of.

An ache in your jaw was becoming noticeable from the continuous oral worship you were giving him but the look he gave you and the quiet sounds leaving his lips as he stroked his cock urged you to continue. He abruptly pressed his hand against your forehead to break the intimate contact to take a good look at you.

Your lips and chin were glistening from saliva, your eyes were glazed over from a euphoric dazed state, and streaks of your black eyeliner ran down from tears and spit. After a beat, he pulls you back in and your tongue finds its way back inside him.

As your tongue tasted and fucked the inside of him, his hand quickened the pace around his cock. "Good...just like that" he whispered with his voice like velvet. He attempted to hold himself back from bucking against your mouth, only for creaks from the pew to be audible.

Strangled grunts and moans left his throat as tendrils of his seed spurted out from his cock, droplets landing on his sweater and some sticking to strands of your hair and forehead. As he was recovering from his hot and heavy orgasm, you slipped your tongue out from between his thighs and licked off the cum droplets from his sweater. "My angel.." He quietly praised, moving his hand to wipe the few drops of cum from your sweaty forehead and slip his soaked thumb through your parted lips.

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[melliemal]

18+

boy next door, enemies to lovers, best friends' cousin, late night rendezvous, ex-situationship.

TW/ Consensual Non-Consent. Fingering.

Friday nights. I was here almost every Friday night. Yet, every Friday night, I forget how impossibly hot Sophias room was. Dutch oven hot. On a 90 degree day as she spread butt naked across her bed. Not a single drop of sweat dripping from her body whilst puddles formed on mine.

I was not staying down here.

I got up and made my way upstairs to the living room. Laying across the couch, I sigh deeply.

What a relief. The breeze from the fan cooled my thighs while my left foot sat on the back of the couch and my arms reached above my head.

Right as I'm slipping into a deep sleep, the stairs creak. I start to close my legs, but I stutter, slowly reaching my legs back out. The steps slow and come to stop. Seconds pass until they continue into the kitchen.

Lights flick open and fridges get raided through. He was loud but not too loud to wake me, if I wasn't already awake. He coughs. The water runs and he pours himself a drink and sips it quickly, each gulp loud and obnoxious.

His breathing quickens and I hear a few grunts and groans before the sound of his fists slamming startles me. I groan and turn my body away. My ass pointed in his direction with full intentions on enticing him.

"Are you really going to sleep there?" He says in a dark tone. The lump in my throat releasing a sigh of unconsciousness. "You're not sleeping."

I stay still. His presence making me freeze under pressure. Turning my head from side to side, I bump my hips slightly to keep the illusion. My deep breath is stifled by the sensation of his fingers running up my leg.

Slow and steady, closer and closer to my thighs as I squeeze them together softly. "Mmmm" I hum, reaching down and swatting him away.

"Why are you up here?" he asked.

"I'm sleeping." I say between pillows. Looking back, his eyes linger on my body.

"And you're naked," he says. I look down at my pajamas with scrunched brows. His reaches down and tug on my shorts, "You're basically naked."

"No, I'm not." I shake my head. He knew what he was doing. Teasing me in the dark, moonlight bouncing off his skin.

He sits beside me. I kept my mean face on, even though it wasn't affecting him. One of his hands traced circles on my belly before slowly trailing up my torso.

As if I were naked, he found my nipple between his fingers. "April, I'm looking at you right now. And seeing every single inch.

I blush a pout out him. He knew that I was a sucker for his hands touching me like that. His muscles gleaming in the night light as he pinched and pulled longingly at my chest.

He stayed there with both hands rubbing me down. Watching, I bit my lip to him trailing down my shorts.

"mmm," my fingers reached for his wrist in hopes he wouldn't stop but take it slow. He looks at me, a different gaze in his eyes then most nights.

He was usually cold, avoiding my motives to seduce him. What was different tonight. The feeling of his index finger dipping into my pussy made me arch my back,

I watched, keeping myself tucked away into the couch. Mummering, I tried not to moan but also attempting to turn him on. More than he was already. He was slow, gentle even. Rubbing my lips and finding my sensitive areas.

"Wayne. I-" I start to plead.

His hand quickly finds my mouth, "Shhhh, they'll hear you." My eyes roll back and his grip tightens. Pleads spill from below his palm while his other hand works wonders deeper than I could possibly imagine.

One finger causing my hips to lift slightly. A pit in my stomach growing wider as I start pushing myself against him. Slowly yet surely grinding faster until he added another finger to finish me off.

I call out his name in hopes he'd slow down but that only angered him. "Keep your mouth shut." My eyes water and my toes curl trying to control myself.

"Pl-ease" I muffle as he shifts his hand from mouth to my neck. My shorts wrapped around my thighs restraining me while he folds my legs up and leans into my face.

This wasn't the same man who refused to let me sit on his lap. I can't even kiss him for too long but now that I'm trying to move on, he wants to do everything I dreamt about.

He kept his pace, fast and ridged as I stare at him in shock. I could feel myself soaking the cushions. I couldn't believe he was doing this, but I just couldn't stop myself. It felt so good, like he was reading my mind.

My thoughts collecting as he smiles and removes himself from over me. Laying there in a mess, I panic and look up at him. And unlike the sweetheart he was when we were together, that cold illusion of him disappeared into the dark.

let me know what you think. Byeeeeee

[k1llrs]

Rotting in my bed with her till i die