MC And…Plushie MC

Cuddles with Belphie.｡o○

Content Warning:None! Just plain fluff♡

You cuddle up with Belphie being the little spoon. It’s nice, he thinks. You two are curled up in front of a TV watching some random show. Your legs are tangled together under the blanket as you both lie on the bed snuggled into each other. He feels your breathing slow down and you fall asleep before him, and he smiles fondly at you. He can feel his own eyes starting to droop but he doesn’t want to go to sleep yet, not when he has the perfect person right next to him.His hand rests above the back of your head and gently tucks a few of your hair behind your ear. His eyes flicker across your face and he smiles, loving how peaceful and relaxed you look. He watches your chest rise and fall slowly, your breaths coming out even and peacefully♡

(My obsession with this man isn’t normal but oh well)

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Kinktober Day 11: Threesome | Cuckolding

Stu Matcher/GN Reader/Billy Loomis

☞. . . Look I know this fay was supposed to be for mams and sol, but I think billy and stu fit a lot better. Can be interpreted as a dick or strap. I also incorporated some of ghostfaces lines from the movie!

If looks could kill, you’d be dead where you stand. You know Billy doesn’t mean it, but the sentiment is there and it’s clear. He’s tied to the chair he sits in, one you pulled over from the dining table. Stu, on the other hand, is radiating a sick sense of satisfaction. After all, it’s not every day he gets special treatment, even if it’s at the expense of one of his partners. The energy of the room is cut in half, and you’re standing in the middle of it.

Stu lays back against the couch cushions, his sweater bunching up his stomach, pooling below his ribcage. Your fingers make work of his insides, stretching him open and wide. “Mmph, y-you don’t know what you’re missin, dude,” he sighs with a wiggle of his hips.

“I do, that’s why I’m fuckin pissed.” Billy spits, flexing his hands in his binds.

You roll your eyes, pulling all three fingers out of Stu and wiping your hands off on your spare towel. “You know, it’s funny, I think I hear a little brat trying to complain.”

Billy shuts up, though the scowl still remains. You grab the bottle of lube from your little box of goodies at the foot of the couch, slicking yourself up. “Keep watching, Billy, this is how good boys get rewarded.” You guide yourself up to Stu’s hole, pressing the blunt tip of your cock in. The rest follows in easily, until you’ve bottomed out and Stu is groaning. Billy watches, envy in his face and a tent in his pants. “You know, because you’re a good boy—“ you lean over, jostling inside of him as you reach in the box. Stu moans at the realization of what’s in your hands. Billy nearly chokes, eyes going wide. “I think you deserve another reward.”

You pull the mask, their mask, over your head, fastening it onto your face. “Th-that’s not fair! You can’t just do that without me! You know how much I wanted that!” Billy’s getting red in the face, tugging on the bones almost violently. Stu grins wide, toes curling in anticipation. They’ve begged before, for you to don their gear and fuck them in it, but you’d always pushed it off. Until now. Billy’s screaming now, begging, pleading, desperation clear in his voice. “It’s not fair!”

You click the little button on the side of the mask, activating the voice modifier. “You poor thing.”

Stu shivers, that ghostly mask staring back at him as you begin thrusting, bending his legs up to his chest. Little punched out ‘uhn’s are forced from his throat, his eyes wide and pupils blown. You tilt your head, just the way you know they’ve seen in their horror movies, and slide your hand up to Stu’s throat. He reacts beautifully, clenching tight around you and moaning in pure anticipation of the force behind your fingers.

Billy’s still trashing, tugging at the ropes and mindlessly pleading. “I’ll be good! I’ll do whatever you want, j-just untie me,”

Those soulless eyes of the mask turn and lock with Billy’s, the husky crackling voice taking back in your words. “What will you do when you break free? Forcefully take his place? Fuck yourself on my cock? I can’t take you seriously when you're acting like a bitch in heat.”

Billy whimpers of all things, finally slumping back in his chair. You turn your attention back on Stu, squeezing tight around his neck the same moment you thrust in. His eyelids flutter, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. “That’s it, choke for me, pretty boy.” It gives you a power rush, playing the role of the ruthless Ghostface, having the familiar voice express your words. Your boys were always enamored with your willingness to play rough, but this is just the icing on the cake. Now, if only one of them could ever learn to play nice.

Billy’s eyes flicker intensely over the both of you, from your masked face, down your naked chest, to your cock sinking into Stu, then to Stu’s leaking cock, to his bunched sweater, to your hand wringing his neck. Billy’s pouting, shoulders slumped. He wants to play too, he wants to see what Stu sees.

Stu’s getting louder, panting heavier, gasping in breaths of air. His stomach tightens, toes curling. He’s teetering on the edge, ever so close to that satisfying abyss. This is his reward, after all, you won’t withhold his pleasure. You grab his cock, pumping roughly. He comes quick after that, streaking his stomach and sweater white.

Billy’s defeated, frustrated tears pricking his eyes. “What do you think, Stu? Should we let him out now?” You pat the side of his face, drawing his attention. Stu blinks, coming down from his high. “Yeah,” he breathes, resting his head on his elbow, still reclined on the couch. You pull out of him, a low chuckle cackling from the voice modifier.

“You hear that, billy-boy? It’s your lucky day.” There’s a switchblade in the box, and you flick it open with a thwip. Billy licks his lips at the sight, following the gleaming edge of the blade. You cut him free, pulling him up by his hair. He hisses, clenching his teeth shut. “Be a good boy, now,” you’ve long since closed the blade, but it still makes him shiver when the cold blunt edge of the handle presses against his back. “Or I’ll gut you like a fish.”

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Full of You ♡

Kazuha had no idea how obsessed he'd become with you after settling down and becoming your maid

FTM!Maid!Kazuha x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con Somnophilia, Scent Kink, Finger Sucking, Oral, Obsessiveness, Breeding, Mating Press

Words: 888

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As your maid, Kazuha works very hard to take care of the house while you're away.

The times you come home are pretty irregular, sometimes you don't come home at all. Some days you come home really late and knock out before you can even eat dinner.

You have him wear cute outfits so that when you are home you at least have something to soothe your sour eyes. You noticed that he's made some adjustments to his clothes, shortening the skirts to the point where you can see his underwear.

You figured it was just because it was more comfortable for him and of course you weren't complaining.

The real reason is that Kazuha just wants to show off his body, to tempt you into fucking him. So far no advances. Although just seeing you is enough to make him happy but when you don't show up, he gets needy.

When you're gone, he uses items of yours to masturbate. Deep throating a spoon you used, wearing your unwashed underwear with a vibrator inside while he works, fingering himself on your bed before he changes the sheets, etcetera.

He doesn't have a lot to do since he's usually the only one in the house so he needs to pass the time somehow.

And today, you're finally home. You're asleep, but you're home.

And Kazuha can't wait any longer.

Kazuha climbs onto your lap, thankful that you're sleeping on your back, and grinds against your clothed crotch. He grabs your arm and brings your fingers to his mouth and starts sucking on them desperately, moaning quietly.

You groan in your sleep, bucking your hips and trying to chase the sensation.

Kazuha moves off of you and pulls your underwear off, breathing heavily on the dick he's been fantasizing about for so long.

"Wanna choke on your cock.." He licks your length like it's a sweet treat, dripping wet from your delicious smell. He kisses the head of your cock before wrapping his lips around it.

Kazuha moves his head down, forcing himself to take your cock all the way to the hilt. His eyes roll back in pleasure. He moans at the taste of your pre cum.

You growl unconsciously in pleasure, loving the wet warmth around your length.

He bobs his head up and down, tears forming in his eyes as he eagerly swallows up your length. He pulls his underwear off and sits on your thigh, rubbing against it desperately. Your thigh brushes against the tip of his bottom growth, pulling him into a powerful orgasm.

Kazuha stays still, practically cock warming you as he drenches your thigh with slick. His tongue wraps around your leaking cockhead, still wanting to make you come.

You start bucking your hips up, stabbing the back of his throat with your cock as you chase your climax. It's not long before you're releasing your load inside him, taking a while to get everything out due to not masturbating for a while.

Kazuha doesn't mind of course, the more the better. He quickly swallows everything and when you're finally done, he licks up the cum that he previously failed to swallow.

You mumble something before relaxing and falling deeper into your sleep.

He climbs on top of you again, lifting himself up and slowly lowering himself down onto you. He has to cover his mouth to prevent you from hearing his uncontrollably noisy moans.

Kazuha takes his time taking you inside him, savoring every moment and feeling of becoming full with your dick. He clenches around you, pussy basically slobbering all over your length.

You stir awake, a smirk growing on your face. "Kazuha?" You say, your tired voice making him mewl.

"Si- sir.."

You grab his hips, caressing his soft body. "What an interesting thing to wake up to," You muse. "My whore of a maid swallowing my cock whole."

Kazuha whimpers.

"I wonder, what shall I do with you now?" You hum, hands moving to grope his ass.

"Ple- please fuck me sir~ wanna be bred by you, please~" Kazuha squirms.

You switch positions, moving Kazuha on his back. You grab his thighs and force his legs on the sides of his head, allowing you to plunge deeper inside him.

Kazuha rolls his head back, moaning insanely loud as you pound his cunt. "Mo- more~! Bre- breed me sir~!"

You groan, loving this slutty side of him. "What are you, a cum slut?" You mock. "So desperate for me to fill you up~"

"Ye- yes~! 'M a cum slut~!" Kazuha exclaims. "Ne- need you tah fi- fill~ me up sir~!"

"I should've fucked you the moment you took the job." You bite your lip. "Your pussy feels so fucking good, so damn wet and tight."

Kazuha whines in pleasure, elated that you love his body. "Gh- gonna come~!"

"Shit- me too." You thrust into him harder. "Gonna breed your tight cunt-"

He squeals happily, tightening around you and squeezing your cock to draw out its cum. You burst inside of him, giving him your second load of the night.

Kazuha twitches at the feeling of your cock pulsating inside him. You allow his legs to go back to their original position as your movements come to a halt.

"You should wake me up like that more often." You wink.

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Lurking and Lusting

MINORS DNI

warnings: dom amab reader, sub Michael Myers, voyeurism, exhibitionism, handjobs, virgin michael, written with '78 mikey in mind

Michael loves lurking around the house.

He stands in doorways of the rooms you hang out in, he watches you through windows and through cracked doors, and even if you close and lock a door you can see his feet under the door frame- giving away how he’s looming outside and waiting for you. He’s like a particularly evasive and aloof cat, except instead of leaving you dead mice you sometimes stumble upon a decapitated head. 

You've heightened your senses to pick up on his presence better, first as a way of survival, yet now due to an interest in the large, quiet, distant man.

He really is like a cat, with the way you feed and house him. You'd never call him a roommate considering he doesn’t pay rent like a roommate would. Though you wish he would, because feeding and covering for him should be a bit financially rewarding. You’d broached the topic once and Michael had just stared at you until you’d awkwardly laughed and left it at that, knowing you were getting nowhere (but sometimes you find random people’s wallets on the bedside table. You take the money and forget you saw anything).

A lot of “conversations” end like that, with him staring at you, like maybe you’re stupid for getting this comfortable with a killer in your home. Maybe you are, because you are getting really comfortable with a killer in your home.

You’ve gotten him to sit with you- instead of him standing for sometimes hours- more and more, every once in a while you hear him grunt when you talk to- or rather, at- him, and you know he’s getting comfortable with you too. So comfortable that he likes to stand outside the door and watch when you masturbate. 

You don't mind it, obviously, otherwise you would've told him off, but it is a bit disappointing. He never enters, nor does anything to make himself known to you. The tension grows between the two of you as you continue to touch yourself to the thought of him, and he continues to watch. 

It occurs to you one night, laying on your back propped against your pillows with your lubed hand fisting your cock, that maybe Mikey- he’d kill you (maybe actually, really kill you) if you called him that to his face- is waiting for permission. It wouldn’t be the first time that his lack of communication has led to you needing to call all the shots in your arrangement. 

You've called out his name before, of course to no answer, but tonight you try again. 

"Michael," you groan, and of course, no answer. "You can, ah, come in," it's worth a try, but you doubt he'll make any moves. 

You squeeze your dick in shock as the door creaks open. The light from the window illuminates his mask, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you think you can see how he eyes you up hungrily. It makes a shiver go down your back, and your cock twitches in your hand. 

He steps forward just enough to close the door behind him, and stares at you, just watching. You slow down your pace, staring back at him. The two of you look at each other for a moment, the slick sound of the lube and heavy breathing being the only noises in the room. 

“You can take a closer look,” you finally suggest playfully, quickly adding, “if you want.” Michael shifts from one heavy boot-clad foot to another, then steps closer. 

He stands, tall and stiff, at the edge of your bed. His thighs touch the bed but he makes no move to get onto it. With him hovering over you like this, watching you so intently, you briefly wonder if maybe this isn’t a good idea. 

Michael's hands are empty, but there’s no saying that he couldn’t have a knife in his pocket. He might just be waiting for the very last second to stab you to death- killing you for your hubris and sinful nature- as he’s done to so many before you. Strangely enough, the thought of that doesn’t make you any less turned on. In fact, you think, if it’s even possible, maybe more blood rushed down to your cock at the idea of him straddling you with a knife.

Despite your grim fantasies, you can tell Michael is at least a little interested in the scene before him. With him so close to you, you can easily see how his coveralls are tented by his erection. And if he hasn’t killed you yet, maybe he never will. 

“Do-” Michael, who’s been staring at your dick, watching you stroke yourself, snaps his head up to look at your face at the sound of your voice. “Do you want to touch me?” you ask carefully, knowing that you look as flustered as you feel. Michael waits for a moment and you can’t tell if he’s really thinking about your question or just teasing you. Then he nods.

You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding, spreading your legs. “Come sit,” Michael follows orders surprisingly well (and you wonder if it’s just because it’s you who’s doing the ordering), getting between your legs slowly. 

As soon as you remove your hand Michael goes to touch your cock, “wait-” he pauses, looking up at you expectantly. You grab the lube, pouring some onto his hand. Michael flexes it, grunting softly at the feel of it coating his fingers and palm.

“Do you ever touch yourself, Michael?” you ask as he wraps his hand around you. He nods, slowly jerking you off in a similar fashion to how you were stroking yourself not minutes ago. You fist your hands into the bed sheets, trying to ground yourself as Michael Myers, the shape that’s been haunting Haddonfield for years, strokes your cock. 

“Do you- yeah, just like that- do you touch yourself when you watch me?” Michael nods again, staring at your cock as he plays with the tip of it in a way that could best be described as curious.

You let him mess around with you for a bit, let him get used to touching another person, let him learn what you like and don’t like, before you start talking again. 

“Can I- ah- touch you?” Michael freezes, slowly looking up at you. “I wouldn’t touch the mask, promise,” he seems relieved hearing that, so he continues jerking you off and nods. You slowly start unzipping his coveralls, revealing the black t-shirt he has on underneath. Getting it opened up a bit more you slip your hands under his shirt and run your hands along his chest, feeling him up and not missing the way his breath hitches as your fingers come in contact with his nipples. 

You’re starting to get a little fuzzy headed as he continues stroking you, like your climax is steadily approaching. You don’t want him to stop touching you, but you also want this to last for as long as possible. 

“Michael,” he looks up at you, squeezing your dick at the sound of his name falling from your lips. “I want to see you with your clothes off,” you tell him honestly. He seems to consider this for a moment, and then he’s removing his hand from you backing up off of you. He gets off the bed, and you’re a bit scared for a second that you may have scared him away. Those thoughts dissipate when he starts to undress for you. 

You’re salivating by the time he’s naked. Of course the mask is still on, you would have been shocked if he took it off. His body is littered in scars, fresh and old, and they remind you of who he is and what he's done. You brush off the reminder that he's a murderer easily, so easily it should be beyond concerning. Instead of worrying about all that you let your eyes wander more. Seeing his pretty pink nipples makes you want to suck on his chest and kiss your way down his happy trail to his cock. 

Speaking of his dick, he's uncut and currently so hard and red it looks like it hurts. You coo softly and pat your lap, “c’mere baby,” with him undressed you can see the way the pet name makes his chest flush. 

He plops himself down in your lap like he’s meant to be there. His thick thighs, which are stationed at either side of you, have you drooling. You have to hold his hand to stop him from touching you again. Michael cutely cocks his head to the side in confusion. 

“Can I touch you more?” you ask, adjusting so your dicks are touching one another. Michael nods quickly, like he’s eager for it. You hum, quickly lubing up your hand again, and then slowly you wrap your hand around both his and your dick.

Though it’s muffled by the mask, you can hear Michael gasp at the feeling of your hand on his skin. He makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whine and a grunt, squeezing your hand that’s been holding his, hard. You get the message he’s trying to send, and begin stroking the two of you off. 

“Has anyone touched you like- nngh- this?” you ask, picking up the pace, because you don’t think either of you will last long. Michael shakes his head no, jerking his hips against yours. His breathing is heavy behind the mask, and every so often you hear a quiet moan or whimper come from him. You feel yourself throb at the fact that Michael is a virgin. 

“I wanna- ah- I wanna make you cum Michael,” you tell him, leaning in to kiss his now sweaty chest. Michael arches slightly into your kisses, starved for any touches you give him. “Been such a good boy waiting for permission,” you murmur against his chest. You notice the way his breath hitches when you call him a good boy. Michael’s cock is leaking pre, and with the way he’s jerking into your hand, frotting his dick against yours, you can tell he’s close. 

“Cum for me baby boy, cum- oh,” it catches you off guard, because he’s so quiet, but just like that he’s cumming. He again squeezes your hand- and for a brief moment you worry he’s going to break it. He shakes and twitches atop of you, cum shooting from him and dirtying your hand and his chest. You watch spurt after spurt shoot out, and come to the realization that though he may touch himself when watching you, he’s been pent up for a while now. 

“Good boy, fuck lookit you,” you groan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching. You up your pace, working him through his climax while you bring yourself closer with each second. “Michael,” you cum with his name on your lips, as you have so many times before. The difference being that he’s right here with you and not 15ft away, watching through a crack. 

You’re still catching your breath when Michael leans his entire weight on you, painfully smushing his plastic mask into your skin. You make a noise of discomfort, but he’s too far gone to do anything. 

Once you regain your strength you carefully ease him off of you, and help him get comfortable in the bed next to you. You’re about to go grab a washcloth and a glass of water, but Michael's hand, rough and steady (and a bit moist with lube) around your arm stops you. “I’ll be right back,” you smile, “I promise. Just lay back, I’ll get you cleaned up, baby.” 

Michael blinks a few times, still holding you tight in his grip, before letting you go. You fulfill your promise, returning with the items necessary for a decent aftercare.

He’s observing your every move, like if you make a wrong one it’s over for you. Despite his watchful gaze you clean yourself and him up, then offer the glass of water to him. Michael shakes his head and you shrug before gulping it down. Then, you make yourself comfortable in the bed next to him, pulling up the covers.

Though it feels entirely awkward you press a kiss to the cheek of the plastic mask, wrapping an arm around Michael. He snorts, likely amused by your attempt at affection.

“I’m glad you came in this time,” you tell him honestly, rubbing soothing circles into his skin. “I’m gonna want to touch you a whole lot more, is that okay? Would you want that?” Michael is nodding before you even fully get the question out. You laugh, delighted by the strange, spontaneous, and exciting turn of events that occurred tonight. 

“Okay, we can… talk more in the morning,” you yawn, the adrenaline from getting off with the Michael Myers finally wearing you down. 

You turn off your light and pull him a little closer, smiling to yourself when you feel him cuddle up to you. The mask pressed against you is uncomfortable, but you don’t mind it if it means Michael is close to you.

“Goodnight,” you mumble, and receive a hum from him that you could get very used to hearing.

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Saiki Kusuo x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]

Masterlist

As Saiki’s best friend, it was impossible for him to hide anything from (M/n). The male knew about his powers, only because they’ve known each other since he remembers. (M/n) was always there for him, to cover his mishaps and help him express himself.

Although that never worked with those classmates that called themselves his friends.

Specially, Nendo and Kaido, it was hard to refuse anything they said, but (M/n) somehow found the way… some times.

Keep reading

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Perverse Fantasies

FTM!Ajax x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Panty Stealing, Scent Kink, Nipple Sucking

Words: 861

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During the day you're a popular, charismatic, straight A student on a full scholarship. At night however...

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Since Ajax usually spends the night out, you can do whatever you want to his stuff and he won't find out.

One would assume that you might be stealing his things since you're nowhere near as wealthy as he is, and it is true that you're stealing his things but the things that you're stealing are very...unconventional.

You decided to do Ajax's laundry one day since you were already doing yours and you wanted to thank him for paying most of the rent in any way you could. You weren't expecting Ajax to own panties, assuming he was more of a boxers type of guy.

You were already thinking perverted things about him but seeing his panties encouraged your thoughts even more. You started to take his dirty panties and jerk off to them on his bed whenever he was out, tainting them with your spend and tossing them somewhere in his room.

You figured he'd never find them, and if he did you'd feign ignorance and hope he's not creeped out enough to test the DNA.

Ajax already knows it's you. You're not as good at hiding it as you think you are. Ajax wonders if there's something wrong with him too because he gets so horny at the thought of you defiling his underwear.

He lets this go on for a while, wondering if you'll make the first move so when you don't, he takes matters into his own hands.

Ajax comes home one day to see you watching TV on the couch and an idea forms in his mind. He quickly goes to his room and strips down to just a big shirt and panties.

He walks over to you with his body trembling in excitement. He's so wet he's sure his panties are soaked.

You glance at him then do a double take, realizing he's nearly naked. "Fuck." You let out a sharp breath. 'Does he know what he's doing to me?' You wonder.

"Watching anything interesting?" Ajax asks as he sits down on your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck with a smile on his face.

You bite your lip. "Guess I'm watching you now."

He pulls his underwear off and shoves his soaked panties into your face. You take a big whiff, basking in his wonderful smell.

"You're a fucking pervert~" Ajax smirks, grinding down on your boner.

You groan in arousal and help him take your pants and boxers off.

He bites his lip at your length. "Why do pervs always have such huge cocks.." He closes his fist around the top half of your shaft, using his thumb to rub the pre cum around your tip.

Just watching and feeling Ajax touch your dick is almost enough to make you come.

Ajax notices that. "No one else has ever touched you before, huh?" He snickers, pressing his thumb down.

While that's true, it's mostly just because it's Ajax. "Jax.." You moan.

He pulls away and grabs your shoulders, using them to lift himself up. He smirks at you and stares into your eyes as he sinks down onto you.

Your expression is nothing short of euphoric. He feels even better than you imagined. Ajax moves all the way down to the hilt, your cock fitting snuggly inside him.

You move his panties away from your face, your hands wandering underneath his shirt to grope his chest while your mouth latches onto one of his nipples.

He slowly moves up and down, making sure not to move up too high so he doesn't disrupt you. You suck on his nipple like a new born baby and use your hand to make sure his other nipple isn't neglected.

"Ah.." Ajax moans and tightens around you. He moves your head away. "Fuck me."

You grab his sides and push him onto the couch, resting his head on a pillow so he doesn't hurt himself before thrusting inside him.

"Fuuuck-" You groan. "Your pussy feels so damn good, Ajax, holy shit."

He doesn't respond, losing it over how your cock is reaching the deepest and most pleasurable parts of him. To think a virgin could fuck him so good.

"Oh fuck, Ajax~" You close your eyes, focusing on how his wet walls feel around you.

"Don't hah~ don't tell me your- you're alr- already gon- gonna come~ ah~"

"Not until you come, I need to feel you when you come- fuck~"

"Do- doubt yo- you're gon- uh~ last~" He teases.

You toy with his bottom growth in a successful attempt to make him get closer.

Ajax bites his lip, holding onto the sides of the couch as you pull him into an orgasm. "Fuck- fuck-"

He starts sucking you in, clenching and unclenching around your length as he comes.

"Oh gods, Ajax-" You moan breathily. "'M gonna come too-"

You pull out and come all over his twitching pussy, your load almost enough to cover it entirely in cum. You look at it in awe before scrambling to get your phone and take a picture.

"Perv.." He mumbles.

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been thinking about diluc being a good little religious son who would absolutely never have sex before marriage with a man and then reader comes and reduces him to a cum-hungry slut for a demon🤤

Diluc who’s been saving himself before getting married to his special one, suddenly being defiled on his childhood bed, thrashing around for you to stop while you’re pushing your thick cock inside of him :( Imagine how pretty he’d sob and mumble incoherent prayers trying to convince himself that his stupid God would save him from the hell you’re putting him through :( <3

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death and rebirth

Drabble Event (follower special) 🎉🥂

EVENT CLOSED TO FREE REQUESTS AS OF 18 APRIL. PAID REQUESTS/DRABBLE COMMISSIONS OPEN. SEE DRABBLE MASTERLIST FOR DETAILS ON COMMISSIONING.

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To celebrate the ever-increasing number of beans that seem to be gathering here I thought I'd do a little something special to say thank you and show my appreciation. So I'm letting y'all take the reigns for a little while.

Choose three prompts from the list I've lovingly compiled below and an idol you enjoy, and I'll write something around it. I'm open to mxm/fxf/reader-insert so please stipulate which you want. If you choose mxm/fxf please specify the idols, if you choose reader-insert please specify gender and pronouns - otherwise I'll assume female gender and she/her pronouns.

CC's feel free to use this prompt list for your own juicy needs but pls give credit if you do. 🙏

Prompts:

"You want to kiss me so hard right now, don't you?"

"I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last person on earth."

"Bite me."

"Are you hard? Here?"

"You know how many times I've imagined your lips around me?"

"You make me crazy."

"Touch me. Anywhere."

"Sit on my lap and maybe you'll find out."

"That feels good..."

"Did I tell you to stop?"

"It's wrong. You know it's wrong."

"You make me so wet."

"I don't know. I think I just love him/her."

"Spread your legs, sweet thing."

"It hurts so good."

"This my first time..."

"Hold me closer."

"Make your mark on me. I want everyone to see."

"If I ask you to do something, will you think I'm weird?"

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"Don't make me wait."

"Fuck, you're insane. I love it."

"Open your mouth for me."

"Can you do as you're told? Just this one time?"

"We're just friends. Obviously."

"His dick is huge. Like - too huge."

"I fuck him/her sometimes. Sometimes he/she fucks me. It's whatever."

"Shut your mouth before I stuff it full of cock."

"Just touch me already."

"You're not as hot as you think you are."

"Your fingers feel so good..."

"Kiss me like you mean it."

"Please, just let me come."

"Are you crying?"

"We might get caught. Does that turn you on?"

"I love you."

"I hate you."

"Scream my name when you come, baby."

"Don't look at me like that."

"You started it. Now I get to finish it."

"Touch yourself. Show me how you do it."

"Next person that walks through that door, I'm going to fuck."

"Do you trust me?"

"I bet I can make you come first."

"You look so pretty with my dick inside you, princess."

"Come here. Now."

"Put your tongue in my mouth."

"You belonged to me before I even made you mine."

"I'm so fucking obsessed with you."

"You're so fucking obsessed with me."

"Get on your knees."

"If you loved me, you wouldn't have done that."

"Fuck you."

"You're doing so well. Just a little more."

"Are those my panties?"

"He/she made me feel things you never could."

"Does he/she know what a desperate little cocksleeve you are?"

"Hold my hand."

"Can I kiss you? Like, on the lips?"

"You're so warm. Feels good."

"I'm going to come, like, instantly."

"Look at you, all flushed and pretty. Fuck, you're perfect."

"Bend over."

"Good morning, princess."

"And everyone said you were the innocent one."

"I bet he/she cries when he/she comes."

"It's a workout, but like, naked."

"Sit on my face."

"You think he/she moans as pretty as he/she sings?"

"I needed you. You weren't there."

"You look adorable like that."

"Is there a reason you're in my bed?"

"Can we touch you?"

"I'll talk you through it, baby. Take your time."

"Don't make me stop this car, because I promise you, you'll regret it."

"Beg for it."

"Your body is fucking unreal, baby."

"Can you prep me?"

"He/she was the best sex of my life, until you were."

"It's break-up sex. That's all."

"I know a way to release all that nasty tension."

"Really? Because your pussy is saying something different, sweetheart."

"I always imagined you'd taste like pineapple. Guess I was right."

"Friends don't rub their dicks on each other."

"It's not cheating if we don't get caught."

"You're an animal."

"Fuck, you're so tight."

"No strings, right?"

"I'm not thinking about anything other than the way you'd feel inside me, honestly."

"You make me want to die."

"Please, tuck it away. Spare my eyes."

"You can suck it, if you want."

"Use my thigh. You've been staring at it all night anyway."

"Louder."

"Harder."

"Let me repay you. Please?"

"He/she's everything I ever wanted, plus the extra crazy."

"There's no harm in touching it."

"Spit on it."

"Hurt me."

"Don't act like you haven't wanted to fuck me all this time."

"Tell me what you want."

"Can you take another one?"

"Your tongue feels so good on me, baby."

"How long have you felt like that?"

"Bite your lip one more time and we'll have a serious problem."

"Keep your voice down - there's still a party outside."

"Are you going to fuck me, or not?"

"You look so pretty all stretched out for me."

"Okay, bottom."

"If you think being in public is going to stop me, you're sorely mistaken, sweetheart."

"That's gross. And super fucking hot."

"Either I'm insane or you were just masturbating in our living room."

"Change the sheets, quickly."

"Spank me."

"Stay the night, please?"

"Choke me."

"Bonus points if you cry."

"When I wake up, you're still be here, right?"

"There's only one bed."

"You could, like, practice on me. If you want."

"Have you ever used handcuffs?"

"So I bought this new horror movie but turns out I can't watch it by myself."

"Don't stop. I like it."

"Is this okay?"

"We're crossing a line doing this."

"You taste like me."

"I know you think about me when you're alone."

"That wasn't my name you just cried when you came. So, who the fuck is he/she?"

"Never had you pegged as the kinky type, shit."

"Which do you prefer, fingers or mouth?"

"Wear jeans tomorrow - your knees will be bruised to fuck after this."

"You're being shy now? Really?"

"My collection of toys is vast. Want to see?"

"Good girl/boy... Just like that."

"This is our little secret, okay?"

"I can pay you back in bro-gasms."

"I've barely touched you and you're dripping already. Cute."

"You're gorgeous."

"Are you flirting with me right now?"

"How many times have you jerked off to me?"

"Bet you can't come without making a sound."

"You can fuck my tits, I guess."

"A little faster, princess. We don't have much time."

"I hate everything about you."

"I love everything about you."

"Are you awake?"

"I don't think he/she saw us. Now, get on your knees."

"You didn't mean it when you said you loved me, did you?"

"Stop clenching, baby. You're tight enough as it is, fuck."

"Stay still for me."

"Relax. Fuck me slow. Feels better that way."

"He/she's the best thing that ever happened to me."

"He/she's the worst thing that ever happened to me."

"You've ruined me for anyone else."

"I've been so horny all day."

"Maybe I touched myself to you in the bathroom. What are you going to do about it?"

"Don't speak with your mouth full, baby."

"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."

"I don't kink shame. Especially not when it's you."

"Stop teasing me."

"Round two?"

"If I stare hard enough at him maybe I'll just come."

"Talk over me one more time and I'll shut that pretty mouth for you."

"Don't come yet."

"Maybe we take this somewhere more private? I'm not averse to an audience but I doubt you'll want everyone to see how badly I'm about to blow your fucking back out."

"Is that my shirt?"

"He/she's a psycho, but the sex is unreal."

"Let me have all of you, sweetheart."

"Give in to me."

"You think I give a shit that other people want you? I'm the one that gets to have you."

"You can sit on my lap until I'm done working."

"You shouldn't be alone right now. I'm staying."

"Sit on my cock, princess. Need to feel you."

"I feel safe when you're here. I'm sorry."

"I missed you more than you'll ever know."

"Just hold me."

"Stay close."

"I really won't be able to stop once we start. Like, really."

"Fuck, I'm going to make you feel so good."

"Where do you want to be touched, kitten?"

"We're not like that, we just sometimes blow each other. That's all."

"Are you actively trying to piss me off or is that a by-product of your stupidity?"

"We're far too drunk for this."

"My come looks good on you."

"You better be naked when I get back."

"This is exactly what it looks like."

"You're not my first choice, but shit, you're the immediate one."

"Your parents will be back any minute."

"Choose me."

"You sound even prettier than I imagined you would."

"Wider, baby. You can do it."

"Mind if I join in?"

"Whatever you do, don't turn around."

"Do you like that?"

"I'll take care of you. Promise."

"Did you just call me bro? When my dick is in your mouth?"

"I've never wanted to fuck anyone this badly."

"It's always been easier to ask for forgiveness than permission."

"How did we end up here?"

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Imagen bottom albedo with a 8ft tall reader can he even take you completely? Probably not… not even close. He is like 5’4 right? And reader being 8ft tall like damn-

You’ll probably end up breaking him. How big will your dick be? Too big. That’s for sure, does he even reach you to your chest? Nah. I don’t think so…. I don’t think reader can even fit in albedos lab-

But if the reader can fit, they will probably be used for getting high stuff…. Which will be too easy since the reader will probably be taller than the shelf or whatever.

Imagen sleeping together- poor man if reader ends up moving a lot in bed while sleeping. Boy will he be crushed. But if you dont! Lucky for him

Klee probably likes to climb the reader a lot. Since they are so godamn tall! Klee and the reader will probably go a lot adventuring together a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ n̸͐̈́͟͟͝o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝ u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ ȳ̸̵̩̜͔͍̔́͟͟͢͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝u̶͖̖͆̊̈́͡͡ f҉̴̥͎̰̰̒͌͛͐ͧ̕͜͝͡͞o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠n̸͐̈́͟͟͝g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞ s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡n̸͐̈́͟͟͝ c̷̶҉̵̢͚̣̻̲̬͑̑͛͐̀͜͜͜͝͡͝͠l̶҉̰͚͖͕̍̈́̅͗̏̇͢͜͜͝i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠ o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝n̸͐̈́͟͟͝ a҉͖̟̜̞̂̃̑̽͢͢͠͡n̸͐̈́͟͟͝d҉̴̷̧̢̛̖͔̤ͯ̔̑̄͢͟͡͠ t҉̷҉̢͖͔̹͛̌͊͘͜͢͠͡͡h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝w҉̢̡̹̮͌̄ͦ͜͟͟͞͠͞ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠ b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠b҉͙̺̻̥̅̎͋̕͜͝͡͞͠s҉̝̭̦͚̑ͯ̌͡ m̴̵҉̸̲̗̰̼͗͌̃̇͟͟͟͠͞͠o҉̢̡̲͇̌͗̀͢͝r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞ h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡i҉̧̯̤̙͔̑ͧ̅̔ͦ́͜͟͢͝͠g̷̵̸̡̼̱͎͎̞ͤͬ̅͢͟͞h̷̶̘̘̬ͭ̏͞͡e̵̡̫̫͍͕̎ͭ̐͟͟͝͞r҉̵҉̛̠̩̥̋ͦ̆͆͟͞͡͞͠.

You and Klee probably get scolded by Jean a lot. Maybe too much. Also a lot of people in mondstadt are pretty much intimidated by you or scared of you… timmie never dares to say anything when you scare the pigeons away. To scary…

You and albedo holding hands it’s pretty weird but nice? His hand is so tiny compared to yours. But it’s kinda cute?.. who knows. Reader can easily carry albedo like a potato sack?

Imagen reader and albedo getting intimate for the first time. Then you take off your underwear and then… you know what happens-

Poor albedo. Man’s is in shock. He knew that you were big, but not HUGE. I think your fingers are good for now…

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