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Creature yapping about something naughty nsfw ish below the cut MDNI and read at your own risk... feeling a little too freakay right now....
Bush....
Teaching-ish (18+ content MDNI)
Inexeperienced!John Walker x Fem!Reader x Bob Reynolds
This was a mash up of my brain throughout being ill. Enjoy!
Reader and Bob are established, John grew up practicing 'sex is only to have kids' and needs to learn otherwise. No real warnings I believe.
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"It's unnerving how casual you're being about this." John groaned, sliding his hands across his face dramatically.
Remus Lupin drabble 18+
"Don't you think this is too risky?" You asked as you pulled away for air.
Remus chuckled in reply, breath hitting your lips from proximity. He shook his head, a wicked smirk growing on his face the longer the silence grew.
"He'll never find us baby, just focus on me okay?" The confidence in his tone was starting to grow more familiar as you kept doing this, yet every time it sent a thrill through you.
He slid his thigh between yours legs, angling it just right making you gasp. Lips landed back on yours, only staying for a moment before trialing downward.
"No—"
"No marks, I know the rules." He groaned, teasingly grazing his teeth against your neck before kissing the skin. "One day." The words were mostly to himself, but you heard.
"Sure that's not wishful thinking?" You laughed, sliding your hands beneath his sweater.
"Your boyfriends downstairs yet I'm the one that's about to fuck you against this wall." He ran his thumb along the waistline of your pants.
"Don't act like you don't like it." You mimicked him, brushing your hand against his belt, fidgeting with the metal buckle.
"Who wouldn't like being better than Sirius?"
NSFT NSFT NSFT NSFT
Sub Murphy, who begs to eat you out/ suck you off
Sub Murphy who whines when you kiss/lick his bites
Sub Murphy, who loves when you put him in his place
Sub Murphy, who jerks off to the thought of you being mean to him
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Sorry, it's short. I had no more ideas I'll come up with more and make a pt2
sugar daddy satoru gojo NSFW headcanons. fem reader. 18+ mdni!
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who loves to watch you dress up for him. He takes you on shopping sprees, spending thousands, just to watch you try everything on…and sometimes fuck you in the dressing room, hand over your mouth to cover your moans.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who's so much older than you. So much more experienced. He has to take care of you, bc if he doesn't, what sort of evil man would take advantage? :(
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who helps you out of your heels and your dresses, murmuring sweet nothings as he does, kissing your skin and rubbing your muscles.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who wasn't supposed to get attached to you. But, when he finally saw you get jealous, seeing him out with another girl one day, he couldn't help it.
You'd yelled, and ignored him for 3 days. He'd sent over a thousand dollars, before just showing up to your apartment.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who begs for forgiveness even if he didn't do anything wrong, offering any amount of money or cars or fancy jewelry to make you happy.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who fucks the attitude out of you so fucking good, you forget why you were even mad. And then, when you remember, he does it again. And yet again when you make some comment on how he has stamina for an old guy.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who blocks the number of every other sugar baby he's ever entertained, because you've taken over every single little crack in his mind and none of them are you. None can compare. You've ruined him. Completely destroyed any hope of him ever being casual again.
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who has so many pictures of you in his phone, he keeps them as a rotating screensaver so he can see your perfect fucking tits, pussy and ass every second of the day.
Who gives a fuck if the guys at the office see?
Sugar Daddy!Satoru, who's secretly such a pervert, he wants to share you with everyone in his office. Especially suguru, and nanami...
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They heard it to
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. The low hum of conversation from the living room was a constant, almost comforting, backdrop to the evening. My parents were there, of course, hosting what was supposed to be a casual dinner. But it wasn’t just them. Souya, Nahoya’s twin, was sprawled on the sofa, looking perpetually annoyed even as he chuckled at something Chifuyu said. And Chifuyu, bless his earnest soul, was trying his best to engage my dad in a discussion about vintage motorcycles, a topic Dad could drone on about for hours.
Nahoya, on the other hand, was a silent, simmering presence beside me. His usual wide, cheerful grin was stretched thin, almost predatory. I could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers, usually so gentle, were digging into my thigh under the table.
It had started subtly. A laugh shared with Chifuyu over a silly joke. A quick, empathetic nod towards Souya when he complained about a recent fight. Harmless, I thought. Just being a good host, engaging with our guests. But Nahoya’s smile had tightened with each interaction, his eyes, usually so bright, glinting with something I knew all too well: possessiveness.
“You’re awfully chatty tonight, aren’t you, princess?” he murmured, his voice a low growl that only I could hear, hidden beneath the clatter of forks and the drone of conversation. His thumb, rough against my skin, traced a slow, deliberate path up my inner thigh, sending a sh shiver through me.
I tried to play it off, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. “Just being polite, Smiley. They’re our guests.”
His smile didn’t waver, but the pressure of his fingers intensified. “Polite, huh? Or maybe you just like their company more than mine.”
My breath hitched. This was it. The prelude to one of his infamous jealousy fits. And when Nahoya got jealous, he got… intense.
Dinner wound down, and everyone migrated back to the living room for coffee and dessert. I tried to steer clear of another extended conversation with Chifuyu, but he was just so easy to talk to, so genuine. Souya, ever the grumpy one, even cracked a small smile at one of my anecdotes.
That was the last straw for Nahoya.
He stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the polished floor, making everyone jump. All eyes turned to him. His smile was still plastered on his face, but it was a terrifying thing now, devoid of warmth.
“I think,” he announced, his voice carrying just enough to cut through the casual chatter, “my girlfriend and I need to have a little… talk.” His gaze locked onto mine, a promise and a threat rolled into one.
My heart hammered against my ribs. My parents looked bewildered, Chifuyu a little uncomfortable, and Souya, for once, just stared blankly.
Before I could object or even form a coherent thought, Nahoya was pulling me up from my seat, his grip firm on my wrist. “Excuse us,” he added, his smile somehow widening, making it even more menacing.
He didn’t wait for a reply, practically dragging me out of the living room and up the stairs. My mind raced, trying to figure out how to de-escalate this. But I knew it was futile. When Nahoya decided something, there was no stopping him.
He pushed open my bedroom door and shoved me inside, following quickly and slamming it shut behind him with a resounding thud that echoed through the otherwise quiet house. I winced, wondering if they’d heard it downstairs.
“What was that, Nahoya? You can’t just—”
He cut me off, his hand gripping my chin, tilting my head up so I had to look him in the eye. His smile was gone now, replaced by a dark, dangerous glint. “You really think you can just flirt with my brother and our friend right in front of me, huh?”
“I wasn’t flirting!” I protested, my voice barely a whisper. “I was just talking to them!”
His grip tightened, his thumb stroking roughly over my lower lip. “Talking? Is that what you call it? The way you laughed at Chifuyu’s stupid jokes? The way you practically melted when Souya gave you that rare smile?” His voice was low, laced with a venomous sweetness. “You think I don’t see it?”
A shiver, not entirely of fear, ran down my spine. This was the part where he punished me for making him feel like this. And deep down, a part of me, the part that craved his intense attention, was thrilling at the prospect.
He pushed me back against the wall, his body pressing flush against mine. I could feel the hard planes of his chest, the heat of his skin through our clothes. His hands moved, not gently, but with a possessive urgency, tearing at the buttons of my blouse. Fabric ripped, a soft sound swallowed by the thick tension in the room.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his lips brushing against my ear, sending goosebumps across my skin. “Only mine. And I’m going to make sure everyone in this house knows it.”
My breath hitched. “Nahoya, no… my parents are downstairs…”
He chuckled, a dark, throaty sound that vibrated through my chest. “Exactly.”
His mouth descended on mine, a brutal, hungry kiss that stole my breath. It wasn’t soft or tender; it was a punishment, a claim. His tongue plunged past my lips, demanding, conquering. I tasted him—coffee, a hint of something spicy, and the metallic tang of desire.
He pulled back just enough to tear his eyes away from mine, his gaze raking over my exposed skin as he ripped open my bra, letting it fall to the floor. My nipples hardened instantly, aching for his touch.
“You like getting attention, don’t you?” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. “Let’s see how much attention you can handle from me.”
His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding. He shoved my skirt up, bunching the fabric around my waist, then tore at my underwear, snapping the elastic. The cool air hit my suddenly exposed skin, making me gasp.
He didn’t waste a second. With one swift, powerful thrust, he drove into me, hard and deep.
A gasp tore from my throat, raw and involuntary. My back arched against the wall, my head hitting the plaster with a soft thud. The sudden invasion was overwhelming, stretching me to my limit.
“Nahoya!” I cried out, a strangled sound that was half pain, half pleasure.
He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause. His hips slammed against mine, a relentless, primal rhythm. Each thrust was harder, deeper than the last, pushing me further and further, grinding my pelvis against the wall.
“Scream for me, princess,” he rasped, his voice hoarse with exertion. “Let them hear you. Let them know who you belong to.”
The sheer audacity of it, the danger of being heard, only amplified the intensity of the moment. My body was on fire, a delicious agony spreading through my core. The friction of his cock inside me was exquisite, building a pressure that was almost unbearable.
“Nahoya… oh, God…” My voice was a broken whisper, but he heard it.
He leaned in, his mouth close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “Louder. I want them to hear every single moan, every whimper. I want them to know you’re mine.”
He pulled out almost completely, then plunged back in with brutal force, hitting my cervix with a jolt that sent a white-hot wave of pleasure through me. My legs, already weak, threatened to give out. I wrapped them instinctively around his waist, clinging to him like a lifeline.
“Ah! Nahoya!” The sound ripped from my throat, a choked cry that I tried to stifle, but couldn’t. It was too much. The pleasure was too sharp, too intense.
He grinned, a flash of his usual cheerful smile, but it was twisted with dark satisfaction. “That’s it. Good girl.”
He continued his assault, his hips pounding into me with a relentless, animalistic drive. My mind was blurring, consumed by the sensations. Each thrust sent sparks through my nerves, making my muscles clench and release. The sound of our skin slapping together, the creak of the bed frame, the ragged gasps that tore from my throat – it was all a symphony of forbidden pleasure.
I felt myself teetering on the edge, the pressure building, building, until it was unbearable. My senses were overloaded. The scent of his sweat, the feel of his rough hands gripping my hips, the insistent rhythm of his body against mine.
“Nahoya, I… I can’t… oh, God!” My voice was thin, reedy, barely recognizable.
He slammed into me one last time, deep and hard, and the world exploded. A scream, long and drawn out, tore from the depths of my lungs. It was raw, uninhibited, echoing through the room, surely audible downstairs. My back arched violently, my head thrown back, eyes rolling into the back of my head. A thin stream of saliva escaped the corner of my mouth, glistening on my chin. My body convulsed around him, muscles seizing in a desperate, shattering climax.
He held me tight, still inside me, his own body trembling as he followed me over the edge, groaning into my shoulder. The room spun, the sounds from downstairs fading into a distant murmur. All that mattered was the aftermath, the heavy weight of his body against mine, the throbbing ache between my legs, and the lingering taste of his triumph on my lips.
When he finally pulled out, the sudden emptiness was almost painful. He lowered me gently to the floor, my legs shaking so badly I could barely stand. He knelt before me, his eyes still dark with desire, but a satisfied smirk now played on his lips.
“See?” he whispered, his voice husky. “You’re mine. And now everyone knows it.”
I could only nod, breathless and utterly spent, my cheeks flushed, my body still tingling from the overwhelming release. The faint sound of my parents’ confused murmurs and Chifuyu’s awkward coughs drifting up from downstairs was a testament to his success. Nahoya had made his point. And in my current state, utterly ravaged and completely his, I couldn’t even be mad.
how they eat pussy .ᐟ.ᐟ aegon, aemond, daemon, aerion, daeron the drunken, ser dunk
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aegon – he does it to you (not his whores), but only when he’s in the mood and usually after he’s already fucked you once. he likes you on your back with your legs over his shoulders so he can look up and watch your face while he does it. messy, wet, a little lazy at first, long, slow licks that get more focused once he finds what makes you twitch. he’ll groan against you like he’s the one being pleasured and mutter things like “fuck, you taste good” or “keep making those noises.” not the most technical, but enthusiastic once he commits. he’ll stop mid-way just to tell you how pretty your cunt looks all wet for him.
aemond – methodical and intense. he spreads you open with his thumbs and studies you for a second before he even touches. long, deliberate strokes of his tongue, then focused suction on your clit while two fingers work inside you at a steady pace. he barely makes a sound except the wet ones, but when he does speak it’s low and precise: “stay still for me,” “you can do that again can’t you?,” “good girl.” he prefers you on the edge of the bed or a table so he can kneel comfortably and keep full control. he will not stop until you’ve come at least twice. eye contact the entire time if he can manage it.
daemon – he loves it. will drop to his knees almost anywhere if the mood hits - against a wall, over a desk, in the middle of the solar with the door unlocked. he eats you like he’s starving, messy and deep, using his tongue and lips and the occasional scrape of teeth. he talks constantly between licks filthy praise, questions he expects answers to, soft threats about how he’s going to keep you like this until you can’t walk. hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. he likes when you try to close your legs so he can force them back open.
aerion – he does it (surprisingly), but on his terms. prefers you sitting on his face so he can look up the length of your body while he works. theatrical about it long, dramatic licks, exaggerated sounds, pauses just to tell you how divine you taste or how well you’re riding his tongue. he’ll use his hands to spread you wider and make sure you know he’s watching every reaction. a little selfish in the pacing he wants you to come, but he also wants you to look good doing it for him. very vocal the whole time.
daeron – he does it when he’s soft and a little drunk (as per usual), usually after you’ve already been kissing for a while. prefers you straddling his face while he lies back against the pillows, or spooning on your side so he can reach between your legs to circle your clit instead without much effort. gentle, lazy licks mixed with the occasional deeper stroke. he murmurs half-coherent things against you “sweet,” “just like that,” “don’t stop moving.” not the most skilled, but sincere and warm about it. he’ll get distracted sometimes just nuzzling or pressing open-mouthed kisses to your cunt, content to stay there as long as you’ll let him.
duncan – slow, thorough, and almost reverent. he settles between your thighs like he has all the time in the world, broad shoulders keeping your legs open. long, flat strokes of his tongue from bottom to top, then focused attention on your clit with gentle suction. he checks in constantly soft “that good?” and “tell me if it’s too much.” prefers the quiet of a bed, you on your back, his hands holding yours or resting heavy on your hips. he doesn’t rush. he’ll stay down there until your thighs are shaking and you’re pulling at his hair, then press a kiss to your inner thigh before he moves up to hold you.
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First guy to ever make you squirt and he becomes hooked after it
He fucks you so hard your a blabbering mess under him
First date idea he suggested
Hes so huge towering over you each time you have sex always balls deep into the pussy that makes him a happy man
Has you pinned down as he makes your legs shake so violently
This man has you in all kinds of positions doesn’t matter how difficult
Your pussy means everything to him he worships it taking his sweet time finding those spots that make you jolt
Loves fucking you against the wall as you desperately cling to it feeling your legs about to give out