cw. established relationship, reader is a perv n a tease, caleb is sort of a perv here too ithink, idk they are both freaky n they match 💔 this is to make up for the bs i posted like two days ago! also i am tempted to try out smaller text.. should i poll it
boyfriend!caleb who swears you’re sooo innocent. the first few months of any relationship are the most tumultuous ones, and you’re shy. he knows he has to tread lightly and carefully, to cement the fact that he loves you unconditionally and always will, that it isn’t just about sex. plus, this is your first real relationship. he doesn’t want to scare you off and screw this up by being too hasty, despite feeling like he’s wearing combat boots while traveling through eggshells.
but, god, are you hard to resist.
it’s like you don’t even know how just how hard he gets when you wear those thin tops that do nothing to hide your pert nipples or when you send him pictures of those dangerously short skirts — the ones where, with just a wave of his hand, could lift up and reveal the dainty, soaked panties you have on underneath.
if he could bring himself to hate anything you do, he’d say he hates it when you send them those photos at work the most, because then he’s forced to leave a meeting or kick a subordinate out of his office just to rub one out. :((
caleb’s thoughts are just so filthy, too — ranging from using your pretty tits to get off to just keeping you home and spending all day, everyday stuffing your cunt full of his cum until the two of you have at least five kids.
but even he knows that’s far too fast for the two of you. no part of him has ever been inside you (save for his tongue when you two make out), and yet here he is, fantasizing about debauching his sweetheart of a girlfriend.
shame on him.
but it’s not like you aren’t thinking the same.
you like walking around his cold house with no bra and a flimsy little camisole. you like wearing tiny shorts with no panties to sleep or short skirts that is, really, but a scrap of fabric. you like accidentally brushing your foot against his crotch during dinner or shifting far too much in his lap whenever you two are watching a show.
caleb’s reactions are priceless — the way his breath gets caught in his throat, how his soft cheeks grow a dusty pink, the subtle jerk of his hips or adjustment of his hardening cock in his pants . .
how could you resist provoking him more, especially when you know he’s doing so much to hold back?
you’ve heard him, whether it be when he’s in the shower, the door cracked open just enough for you to peer in, or late at night when he thinks you’re asleep, fucking his fist like a hormonal teenager or, worse (in his eyes), humping the bed. it’s like he forgets that you’re right there, that you could pop into the bathroom for something while he’s moaning your name or wake up mid-orgasm and watch all that cum go to waste on his toned abs or thighs.
it’d be so easy to interrupt. a little too easy, actually, as if he’s subconsciously wishing that you would catch him and scold him for being so perverted, so disgusting.
but you won’t, no matter how badly you want to take his dick into your mouth and clean it up until he’s quivering with the force of another orgasm or slip into the shower behind him and help him work himself over with softer and smaller hands.
you’ll keep playing the long game, teasing caleb with feigned naivete, sending him pretty pictures while he’s at work and pushing him further and further to the brink until he has no choice but to snap and take you for himself, ripping clothes and spitting and spanking.
there’s only so much a man can take, after all, and he’s undeniably weak to you.
Final chap of my Zayne angst. Lemme know if you want to get tagged.
08/19/24; 04:41pm
{ 18+ headcanons / drabbles }
[ lovemaking + aftercare with them ]
featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel
thanks to @/nyashykyunnie for her input for zayne and rafayel.
[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]
sylus has spent hours mounting you, thrusting his cock in and out of you as you became a bit dazed in response. as you made your slow descent into madness, (your mind and body so drunk off the pleasure sylus had given you), you take a moment to admire this devastating man.
a light sheen of sweat was seen across his powerful body, letting out gasps and grunts of your name as his eyes hungrily look down at the area where he remained connected with you. just seeing the way you take in his cock so well was enough to make the onychinus leader tremble, the sheer amount of pleasure he felt coursing through his veins being immeasurable.
as if spurred on by your moans and the way your pretty, manicured nails grip at the sheets, sylus lets out a growl of your name, tossing one of your legs over his shoulders, pumping his cock with fervor in and out of your slick heat before stilling his hips completely just moments later, forcing your cunt to take in all he had to offer the moment he shoots his seed inside of you.
you moan at the sudden sensation of sylus filling you to the brim with his cum, feeling it mixing together with your own juices, leaving you panting. sylus places a chaste kiss against your cheek before landing against your body. he places the entirety of his weight on you, leaving you aching and breathless as you writhed beneath him.
“sy… please, you’re too heavy for this.”
his tired and weak chuckles were heard against your ear, and you felt the way he gently bites down against the lobe of your ear. “aw, my poor kitten, did i wear you out?”
you let out a huff in response, refusing to answer him, (yet the heat felt against your cheeks and the notable ache between your legs were more than enough proof of sylus’s relentless lovemaking). with a shake of his head, your lover gently holds down your hips before pulling out of you, earning a deep sigh from you.
knowing that you had been thoroughly rendered unable to walk by him, sylus gently takes you into his embrace, humming as he saunters toward your shared bathroom. your eyes take in the marble onyx tub, watching as sylus turns on the faucet, filling it with hot water before pouring a bottle of your favorite scented bubbles into the mix.
once your bath was prepared, sylus gently places you inside of the tub, earning a content purr from you as you were surrounded by the waters. once you were settled inside, sylus joins you, allowing your back to meet with his chest when his arms automatically wrapped around your front. you giggle upon seeing the bath waters fall onto the marble floors with sylus’s added weight. letting out a rich chuckle of your name, sylus busies himself with washing your hair, threading his fingers through them as he massages your scalp in the process.
once your hair was washed and thoroughly rinsed, sylus helps you further by spreading your legs, earning a soft moan from you when you felt his thick fingers exploring the depths of your core, cleaning you of the respective evidence of yours and sylus’s release. your meek whimpers fill at the air, feeling sylus lean down to gently bite down against your shoulder.
“hmph, the sounds you’re making are truly difficult to ignore. you’re making it hard to resist you, but i know how tired you must feel… so i’ll behave.” he admits with a grunt, with you visibly relaxing in his embrace, allowing your lover to further spoil you with his massages as he spends a copious amount of time in the bathtub with you.
zayne was simply admiring the way you gently rode him, gasping as your legs trembled in response to each painstaking thrust made against his cock. it takes him a herculean effort not to climax with you riding him so passionately that you were practically bouncing up and down his aching shaft.
filled with a desperation to be the sole cause of your release, zayne places both his hands on your hips, purposely speeding up your bounces against his cock. your eyes end up rolling to the back of your head, the pleasure almost too intense for you to handle. your back arches in response to the way zayne slams you up and down his dick, with the palm of your hands settled on his chest to help you with maintaining your balance.
“you are… magnificent. i will never get enough of you…” zayne admits to you in a breathless whisper, making you gasp as your walls sweetly clench around zayne’s cock. as your cunt grips at his dick in a vice grip, you felt every pulsating vein from zayne, making the doctor grunt before thrusting his hips upwards, his cock twitching wildly inside of you before completely releasing himself into you. your walls were coated in white, making you moan as you felt your respective releases flowing out of you and down the length of zayne’s softening cock.
with you becoming out of breath coupled along with the ache you felt all across your body, zayne’s eyes go wide before quickly pulling himself out of you. you were left moaning at the sudden loss of him, yet zayne was too distracted with his desires to take care of you for you to notice.
“you shouldn’t have exerted yourself. despite how-“ zayne cuts himself off with a cough, “despite how pleasurable it was for both of us, i should have known better than to keep pushing you. and for that i’m sorry.”
“it’s okay, z-zayne. i… it felt really good. i don’t regret it at all.” you reassure your beloved with a satisfied smile on your face, making the cardiac surgeon blush an even deeper shade of red.
zayne lets out another cough, flushing a noticeably in response when he leans closer to you, giving your lips a quick kiss before hurriedly disappearing into your shared bathroom. in his rush, zayne had forgotten to put on some clothes, giving you the perfect view of his backside as you grinned at the sight.
the sounds of running water were all you could hear, and it wasn’t until several minutes later that zayne reappears into the bedroom, picking up your pliant form with ease before taking you into the master bathroom with him. with your arms wrapped around his neck, you watch as he carefully settles you within the bathtub. the lingering scent of lavender fills your senses, and you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a moan the moment you felt the warm waters surrounding your aching body.
with you practically melting into the bathtub, zayne places one last kiss against your hair. “enjoy your bath, my love. and i’ll return once everything is ready for you.”
you frown, wanting him to join you, too. but his sudden departure from the bathroom makes you pout a bit. but alas, your lover had always been like this-
becoming a complete and total mother hen when it came to caring for you. knowing it was best to not argue with zayne when he became so passionate, you decided to wash yourself, cleansing your body of the sweat and fluids that remained as evidence of your copulation just moments ago.
losing track of time of how long you had been in the bath, you end up feeling a bit startled when zayne reappears. he smiles back at you, now dressed in a pair of sweatpants and shirt. with a plush towel in hand, zayne sweetly beckons at you to stand up for him, allowing him to dry you completely as he begins to drain the bathtub of the water.
once he was satisfied, your lover wraps you in the towel and carries you out of the tub. not allowing you to lift even a single finger, zayne rids your damp body of the towel, choosing instead to don your form in a comfortable robe before carrying you once more. with you clinging to him, you gently place kisses against his jawline, eyes trailing toward your shared bed when you realize that zayne had completely changed the sheets and blankets. you become flustered at this fact, feeling embarrassed at being the reason why zayne had switched out the bedding with something fresh and new.
zayne senses your embarrassment, yet doesn’t comment on it. as he settles himself into bed with you, you saw that he had another surprise up his sleeve. watching him with love filled in your gaze, you notice the way he brings over a tray filled with your favorite foods over from the nightstand, picking up one of the utensils as he cuts a piece of it off for you, hand feeding you the morsel as you let out a dreamy sigh, feeling overjoyed that you were able to call the king of aftercare as your own.
xavier didn’t hold back when it came to his quick pounds deep inside of you, holding up your leg as he kept fucking himself against you. your mind was void of all coherent thoughts, becoming filled with the delicious friction caused by xavier’s cock nestled so deeply within you.
your moans and constant cries of his name makes a surge of confidence go through him. your sweet mewls and the sensation of your walls gripping him so tightly was enough to make the young hunter lose his damn mind. his eyes had long been eclipsed by darkness as evidence of the way they had remained dilated at the mere sight of you. there was something achingly addicting to the sensation of your walls squelching in response to each of his heated thrusts, filling him with the need to make you lose all control for him.
“hah… fuck… you’re squeezing me so much…! you’re practically milking me.”
the pleasured phrases falling from xavier’s lips makes you cry out even further, sobbing into your pillow while he slams his hips even deeper into you. the man had become obsessed with having your walls gripping him oh so tightly, and he briefly wondered if he could make you spill your juices onto him.
his darkened eyes focus on your swollen bundle of nerves, watching the way your pretty pussy practically devours his cock. with a grunt of your name, xavier reaches forward to give your swollen pearl a gentle pinch, earning a gasp from you. he was relentless in taking you now, gently rolling your swollen clit between his fingers while continuing his movements. with his cock continuously disappearing and reappearing, you lost the last bit of your control, letting out a hiss as you came.
feeling the increase in moisture surrounding his already sensitive cock, xavier stills his hips with his eyes clenched shut, already shooting the rest of his seed deep inside of your womb with his balls tightening in response. a low string of curses manages to escape from xavier, basking in the sensation of his cock emptying everything that it had as he kept on pumping his seed inside of you.
by the end of it all, you were too drunk and exhausted to say a single word, eyes going a little hazy. xavier wasn’t faring any better, but manages to pull out of you all the same.
you had your eyes closed, ready to doze off when you felt a strong hand suddenly spread your legs. a soft whine escapes from you, and you manage to look down to see xavier himself placing his face between your legs. the sensation of his wet tongue cleaning at your entrance makes you shiver, yet you lost all the energy to protest. instead, you allow xavier to spread your legs even further for him, placing your hand against his golden strands of hair to help with guiding him against you as he utilizes his hot mouth alone for the sole purpose of cleaning you.
not wishing to forget your every expression, rafayel decided to make love to you in the missionary position. with his hair covering his face in tune to his every thrusts, the young artist couldn’t help but admire just how responsive you were to his every touch.
each time he rams his cock back inside of you, your breasts would bounce beautifully, your gaze becoming even more filled with lust and adoration for him.
your moans were nothing short of being absolute music to his ears, and he basked in the way he was able to play your body like a symphony, using his cock for the purpose of your pleasure alone.
the mere sight of your gorgeous face twisted in absolute and utter pleasure was almost too much for rafayel to bear, making him insane as he leans down to capture your hardened nipples within his hot mouth. the sensation of his tongue licking a stripe up your aching breasts makes you gasp, hands already delving into his soft strands of hair. you lightly pull against those strands, earning a grunt from him as he began to shamelessly suckle on your nipples.
your climax was quickly approaching, and the moment rafayel felt your walls clenching around him so tightly did he lose all sense of control. stilling his hips, he pumps the rest of his seed inside of you, fully emptying himself with a low hiss of your name.
you were practically sobbing beneath him, hands clenching at the ruined sheets below you as you took in all that he had to offer. the lemurian’s gaze looks down at the spot where you remained connected to him, becoming filled with pride at just how well you managed to take him in.
“such a good girl for me… you’re my sole princess.” rafayel admits to you with a soft smile, pressing lingering kisses against your damp skin. when both of your respective releases simmers down to a manageable level, rafayel remains buried deep inside of you.
knowing that your body was aching, he spends a good amount of time massaging your shoulders and hips, applying the right amount of pressure on them. still feeling a bit naughty, the artist ends up wrapping his arms beneath your back, picking up your form, ensuring that your heaving breasts were settled before him as he spends yet another good chunk of time littering them with kisses all while gently sucking on your sensitive nipples.
he continues to chuckle at how responsive you still were, finally ceasing with his almost hedonistic massages against your skin. realizing just how tired you were when you let out a yawn, rafayel makes sure his limp cock was still connected to your slick walls (despite how much of a challenge it was to place you both beneath the covers without breaking such an intimate contact.)
seeing the way your lover struggled makes you giggle weakly in response, earning a playful glare from him that was certainly not a pout. you listen as rafayel huffs before placing your face within his naked chest after managing to pull the comforter over both your forms.
“sleep, my princess, and i’ll be sure to treat you to something nice when morning comes.”
his gentle voice was all the urging you needed to succumb to your exhaustion, allowing your eyelids to grow heavier before falling into a deep slumber…
end notes: it is so easy to thirst for the lads boys and i am just so shameless at this point 🫠
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
Can u guys say something nice about his tummy he’s getting self conscious ☹️🥺
Pairing: Merman Husband X Reader
Warnings: Sex, Breeding Kink, Oviposition, Breeding With Eggs, Stomach Bulge
Imagine telling your merman husband you are ready to have his babies. His excitement is written all over his face, and he couldn’t be happier. He has you naked and on his cock within seconds. His slick cock thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace. Your upper back rests upon the ledge of the floor of your little cave, your lower body wrapped around him in the water as he pounds your cunt mercilessly.
You’ve already cum twice before his thrusts start becoming desperate and uneven. You had never thought to ask how mermen breed their females, but looking back, you realize you probably should have. As you feel slick eggs pump out of his cock you can’t help but moan at the new sensation. He groans as he keeps cumming, pumping egg after egg into your already full pussy.
Each new egg is pushed into your womb by his long cock, and you already feel so full. His arms keep you caged in place as you writhe and moan beneath him. He shifts one of his hands to grab yours, moving them down to your lower abdomen and pressing down. Your lower stomach is distended and getting fuller by the second.
You pant and clench around your husband’s cock as your body adjusts to the eggs. He finally slows and gives one last deep thrust, making sure all his eggs are locked tight in your womb. He pulls out, and you whine slightly. He chuckles and pulls you into his arms and the water, shifting to hold you bridal style. You lean your head on his shoulder, watching him marvel at your swollen belly.
“Take a nap, darling. Mermen breeding can go on for days. We won’t stop until we physically can’t fill you anymore,” he says, cradling your body close to his. Even though you feel full, you can’t wait for him to breed you again.
I ALWAYS KNEW CALEB'S KISS WOULD BE OUT OF THIS WORLD
sitting in sakura's lap, grinding your pussy against him until your lower halves are slick and syrupy and you're both boneless with pleasure. he looks so good, bangs damp with sweat, heterochromia eyes taking in every inch of your body. "you're so handsome, haru," you tell him, and just like you thought he would, he groans and slots his cock between your gummy folds, hand like a vice on your hip as your pussy clenches above him. you barely have to move before he slips inside you, the sucking wet heat of your cunt a welcome inferno. " "you always make me feel so good," you pant into his neck, and only seconds later, he's babbling out an apology and shooting ropes of cum against your cervix
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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱
listen to his voiceee. ⋆ cunt devouring. ⋆ massive size kink. ⋆ prone bone. ⋆ straddling his lap. ⋆ anal princess. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ pretty & shy girl blowjob. ⋆ pounding you in missionary.
CHOSO KAMO. ꒱
beneath the table. ⋆ cockwarming while he plays games. ⋆ squeaky girlfriend. ⋆ what a distraction. ⋆ pussy eating. ⋆ clit licking. ⋆ rubbing you off. ⋆ plap plap plap ! ⋆ tit worshipper.
NANAMI KENTO. ꒱
slow teasing. ⋆ soft choking. ⋆ ass groping. ⋆ kissing in lingerie. ⋆ somnophilia. ⋆ the vids he sends you at work. ⋆ warm & entwined. ⋆ gentle fingering. ⋆ rubbing your pussy for you.
GETO SUGURU. ꒱
slutty waist. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ love hate sex with your ex. ⋆ let me show you a trick. ⋆ ass eating. ⋆ hard pounding. ⋆ bathroom floor. ⋆ balancing on the wall. ⋆ rubbing you. ⋆ sideways.
GOJO SATORU. ꒱
dumbification. ⋆ backshots in a maid dress. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ spread your legs & let him do his job. ⋆ taking it so well. ⋆ kinky shit p2. ⋆ tied & edged. ⋆ fucking in the backseat of his car.
SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱
schoolgirl fit (kunas ver.). ⋆ kidnapped. ⋆ personal use. ⋆ position goes crazy. ⋆ punishment in cuffs. ⋆ folded & munching your cunt. ⋆ rough fucking. ⋆ full nelson.
gn!reader x Fushiguro Megumi
fluff; Megumi wasn't planning to confess today, especially not dressed in a bunny onesie, but here he is, forced by a lost bet, waiting for you to open the door.
JJK Masterlist | A/n: happy easter, fluff edition 🐣🎨
The doorbell rings unexpectedly, ripping you out of your concentration. You slowly lower the hollowed chicken egg you were painting, meeting the surprised looks your friends give you. None of you were anticipating anyone else to join your little easter get-together, and curiosity spreads through the small group as you make your way to the door.
You were expecting a neighbor, maybe the friend that canceled randomly showing up. You are entirely unprepared for the sight that meets you when you open the door. Megumi. In a pastel pink bunny onesie, floppy ears hanging behind his head, and a small basket clutched in his hands filled with candy.
You blink. Once. Twice. Is this real? The look in Megumi's eyes makes you think it is, utter embarrassment and regret lingering behind the dark irises.
".... Megumi?" You break the silence, your voice cracking under your confusion, and you start to worry for the boy in front of you. What in heaven's name could have possessed him to show up at your door like this!?
His cheeks burn red and he wordlessly shoves the basket into your hands like that would explain anything. Your still very baffled silence finally coaxes a verbal explanation from him. "I lost a bet," he mumbles, averting his eyes, "this was... part of the deal."
Only now, you spot Yuji and Nobara nearby, horribly hidden and giggling, watching Megumi stand here in this stupidly cute onesie. You crack a smile yourself and the boy looks like he's summoning the ground to swallow him.
Your eyes cast to the basket in your hands, finding the content to be almost scarily accurate to your favorite snacks. "Well... thank you?" you offer, entirely unsure how to even respond to this situation. Your eyes find his, catching them before he quickly looks away again. You notice the nervous fidgeting of his fingers, and it makes you feel slightly bad. "Pink looks good on you, you know?"
Your statement earns a scoff, although a small, almost adorable one. He looks back to Yuji and Nobara, seemingly checking if they're still watching, if he really has to go through with this. He takes a deep breath after turning back, his head lowered before he lifts it and determinedly looks into your eyes.
"I also- I... I like you, Y/n."
You freeze, eyes widening, voice stuck in your throat, and refusing to come out. "....Is this part of the dare?"
"No."
Your heart is doing gymnastics inside your chest, rebelling against the confinement that is your ribs. Never in a thousand years did you expect Megumi to like you. Never in a million had you envisioned a confession like this. Pink and bunny-themed. You swallow, heavy with the butterflies creeping up your throat.
"I uhm... I like you too." your voice sounds so awkward it's your turn to wish the ground would swallow you, face burning with embarrassment but Megumi doesn't seem to notice beyond his own mortification. Both of you stand there, quiet, awkward avoiding eye contact.
"... do we hug now or...?"
It's so painfully graceless between you, you have to laugh before you decide, yes, you do hug now. Holding the basket in one hand, you awkwardly wrap the other around Megumi. It's clumsy and maybe stupid but in its own way charming and butterfly-inducing.
You feel the warmth of his cheek under a small peck and wonder how he hasn't overheated yet. Distantly, Yuji and Nobara's giggling had stopped, replaced by stunned silence.
Still feeling overwhelmed by the whole ordeal, you can't help a grin from spreading over your face, dizzying butterflies rebelling in every vein. "Best confession ever," you proclaim with a small giggle, finding his unimpressed face incredibly endearing.
"Yeah, sure..." Megumi mumbles, visibly cringing at himself. He looks almost lost - covered in pink fluff and wearing that deadpan expression. "Sorry, for interrupting your easter brunch..."
When you return to your friends, basket proudly in your hands, a stupidly in-love grin on your face, and everyone asks who the hell had you at that door for so long, you tell them it was the easter bunny.
Word Count: 5,096
Status: Requested!
Ask: can I get a SFW/NSFW whatever. Cobra Kai John Kreese x f! reader student (who’s 20+ and not in highschool) who sometimes looks at him a certain way but always looks depressed and Kreese took notice… {There’s more, but I’m not giving away all the goodies}
@: @harlequinautumn
Summary: I decided to make this somewhat of a song inspired prompt. This is based off of the song “Daddy Issues” by The Neighborhood. I think you can see where this us going…
Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut, dd/lg type of energy, age-gap, master/sensei/daddy kink, teacher/student kink, READER is in her 20′s, self-consciousness, self-hate, uncomfortable with body issues, appearance, etc.
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Had to put this last gif here because GRAND DADDY…
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