22 - Hide Your Phone When Youre Drunk || Layla El-Faouly X M!reader

𝓓𝓪𝔂 22 - Hide Your Phone When You’re Drunk || Layla El-Faouly x m!reader

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Summary: You are Layla's ex-boyfriend. After a night of binge drinking, you feel the urge to text your ex-girlfriend.

Warnings: descriptions of smutty behaviours

Word count: ~ 840

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Sexting Here's a non-linear story where Layla had a relationship with a male reader before she met Marc, and she is not truly happy with him and misses her ex. The warning has been given

You returned home completely wasted. While playing with a screen under the influence of alcohol, you got a stupid idea and wrote to your ex, Layla, asking whether she liked a picture of a sticking cock you've sent her.

She replied after a minute with a picture of her tits and a note "jerk yourself at it"

You: I didn't mean that, but thanks, I haven't seen you for a long time, honey

Layla: Now you have to show yourself as well

You sent her a picture of your dick, or rather boxers, with equipment clearly defined underneath.

Layla: What is this? Y/N, I wanted a cock! 🍆

You: And I'd like a pussy! 🥵👅

"Now show me your cock!" Layla texted, along with a picture of her spread legs and her open pussy.

Perhaps she's drunk as well, you thought as she started being vulgar. She received a photo of a cock without boxers, standing slightly.

Layla: I want it how I like it! Put it up, it must be stiff and shiny! Play it like you mean it

You: 😏It would have to be slimed by you and hung over your head 😏😏

Layla: You'd have to be in a position hahaha, what a silly idea, Y/N

Layla received a short clip after you lowered the phone and took a nice angle, turned on the recording, and started jerking off, thinking about her.

Layla: Thanks, it's been a long time since I've seen one up close

You: But you have a man, what's his fucking name? Marc?

Layla: Yeah... fucking like it's a formality in the bank

You: What do you mean?

Layla: Spreading my legs, turning around, showing my ass, stretching my ass with my hands, grinding my holes with his cock until he cums, pushing the cum out, wiping myself, washing up and going to sleep, that's my reality. Have you already cum, luv?

The thought of her being so sexually uncomfortable made you frown slightly. She sent another text after a longer period of time, asking again: Layla: Have you cum?

You: Nah, didn't write to have cyber fun lol 😂 I didn't think you were just fucking around, no fun, but rather you always liked a bit of fun before and after 😏

Layla: My preference would be to watch a cock straddle me in my every hole rather than simply feeling the lubricating gel, followed by a hard cock in my unstretched ass

You: From your perspective, how did it work out?

She must have been offended, you thought after waiting about 15 minutes after your last text was left without a response from Layla. Due to the late hour, you decided to take a shower. When you set your alarm clock after the shower, you noticed a message notification. You checked it reluctantly, convinced that you had just received another ranting message. Instead, this was the biggest message you've ever seen someone send. It resembled a fucking essay.

Layla: When I knelt in front of your erect cock, just looking at it, taking it in my mouth, licking it, and sucking it made me turn on 😍 Additionally, grabbing your slightly dangling balls was always a good way to keep you from shoving your cock down my throat, since you often fucked me in my throat like you were driving into my ass without resistance haha 🥵 When I held your cock in my mouth, I often had to suck to keep my neck from getting too tired. My neck hurt anyway after a while, so I put my hands on your ass and pushed you down. Your cock would then push into my mouth as you dropped yourself down, and I could see the ball sack coming toward my face. I felt the hard cock kneading my tongue and going almost down my throat, which I didn't like because I can't deep throat. Your half-hard cock with cum hanging over my face always got my attention, as did your cum running down your cock on the video when you jacked off, or when I finished you off with my hand while lying on your back for a hand job with my fingers drilling into your ass and me sucking on your balls. Watching you cum for me again or feeling your sperm on my face would be wonderful. Please don't take me for a pervert, but fuck, I miss you, Y/N 🥺

It was a severe shock, and your dick was standing all over the place; your response was to push your sweatpants down to record yourself jerking to the camera again until you spurted your cum on your lower, well-built abdomen, with a grunt.

Layla: That's what I needed, handsome. Now wash your dick and go to bed, because we have a long day tomorrow, don't we? Would you like to hang out, then?

You: Sure. If you message me when you're in our pub, I'll meet you there, ok?

Layla: Yes. If I said I didn't miss you, I'd lie... See you then, babe ❤️

A Herbal Soup || Thorin Oakenshield x fem!reader

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Summary: the talent you possess in the kitchen gets complimented by Thorin during a stopover in Rivendell.

Warnings: none

Word count: 575

Author: Rouge

A/N: today’s prompt: Dinner Cooking

The journey to the Lonely Mountain was far from easy - you had to face trolls, orcs, spiders, and other foul creatures you never knew existed.

During the quest, you questioned your motives and the fact you agreed to help Gandalf - you were only a human and could add only the skill of wielding a sword; you even hacked heads of a few orcs.

The company was fortunate to have made it to Rivendell where you all could have rested upright for the first time since several days ago. On the night when Gandalf sought Elrond's assistance, you joined the Dwarves at their small campfire while Elrond was translating the Moon-letters on Thrór's Map.

“Have you seen Thorin?” You asked Kíli after taking place by his side.

He nodded while biting into food he held in his hand. "Yes. In fact, he went with Elrond and Gandalf."

Nodding, you immersed yourself in one of Balin's tales. After feeling a little hungry, and since the food the Dwarves had acquired a taste for was not something you longed for, you got up and went to ask the Elves for a cauldron and some herbs. The Elves agreed to let you use their kitchen after hearing your request; it was a blessing and you felt honored. You chopped carrots, celery, and some parsley and its leaves, and added a few potatoes, herbs, and spices to a pot over the fire. You smiled at yourself as you inhaled the herbal smell of the soup you were making.

A sudden question asked in a deep tone echoed from the walls of the kitchen, "What are you doing, Y/N?"

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled at Thorin as he entered the chamber. "I'm cooking soup. Would you like to try it?"

As Thorin got closer, he simply nodded.

A spoon was passed to him and you shifted aside so he could get closer to the pot.

He gathered some liquid on the spoon, then he blew at it a few times and slipped the spoon past his lips. Seconds later, he smiled, "It's really tasty, Y/N. I never thought soup without meat could taste so good. Perhaps I'd add something spicy to it."

"Can you peel a big onion and a few peppers for me?" You asked. "Is everything okay?"

Thorin nodded, doing what you've asked him to. “In some way, yes. Elrond read the Moon-letters, which said: ‘Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole’, so we are running out of time since Durin's Day is just around the corner,” Thorin said as he passed you the onion and started to chop the peppers.

Over the fire, you fried the onion until it turned golden, then added it to the soup, followed by the peppers. “I’m sure we’ll get to the right place on time, Thorin. Be of good cheer.”

Thorin only listened to you, his expression remained unchanged as he grabbed some peppercorns and threw them into the pot.

Thorin helped you clean the kitchen and threw away the peeling while remaining quiet.

As soon as the soup was ready, you let him try it.

Thorin looked at you after tasting the broth. "It's very tasty, and I take it as a huge compliment from a carnivore," he said. "Who would have thought humans are capable of cooking so well?"

𝓓𝓪𝔂 21 - Disturbed Slumber || Keigo Takami x fem!reader

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Summary: Coming home late isn't so bad.

Warnings: smut without plot

Word count: 443

Author: Cass

A/N: The prompt for today is: Somnophilia

Hawks always came back late.

When he returned, you were already asleep, comfortably tucked in bed wearing nothing but a pair of panties and his shirt (after all, you always claimed to be his #1 fan).

It was always adorable. Sometimes too cute for his liking.

Perhaps that's why he ended up between your legs; panties shifted aside, his lips wrapped around your clit as his fingers moved quickly in and out of you.

All of your whimpers and moans in your sleep only made him hard. He needed you so badly, he had so many emotions bottled up inside him, but he didn't want to disturb your sleep.

As you reached your limit, your walls squeezed his fingers, you let out a quiet whimper.

Keigo was actually impressed by your ability to cum without waking up. He wasn't finished yet, of course. Why would he squander such a golden opportunity?

Keigo quickly removed his already too-tight pants and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pushed into you immediately, letting out a heavy moan. He loved how you were always so tight!

He wasn't going to hold himself back when you were so beautiful, innocent, and at his mercy. He set a hard and deep pace, hitting all the high points that made you want to sing along for him.

Keigo couldn't hold out much longer; he needed to cum, and the way your soft walls hugged his cock told him you were close as well.

"Keigo…" You groaned, gripping the sheets tightly.

"That's me, songbird," he hummed, leaning down to wrap his arms around you, his pace unabated. His hand even moved between your bodies to tease your clit, causing you to whimper loudly. "I knew I would wake you up, but you were too lovely. I just couldn't help myself."

You couldn't respond because the knot in your stomach snapped, and you started moaning his name.

That was all it took to push him over the edge.

With a low groan, he cum, his wings puffing up as thick ropes of cum filled you.

Keigo purred and nuzzled your neck, tightly hugging you. "That was something," he said with a chuckle.

"Well... No one said we had to stop here," your voice was still tinged with sleep as you replayed. Your hand reached the base of his wings as it moved up his back. "I can tell someone is tense here."

He immediately perked up at the teasing touch and smiled as you looked at him. "Oh, well, well. Take a look at that. My little songbird is very mischievous, but in all honesty? I can't refuse such a tempting offer."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 28 - "My Little Flame" || demon!Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader

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Summary: Kyojuro ensures that you are completely satisfied during his yet another visit.

Warnings: smut

Word count: 1185

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Knotting

A demon is an evil being. They are cold and uninterested. A demon's only source of joy is the torture of souls. They can, however, only operate where there is shame or anger, whether deserving or fictitious. When you curse, appeal to negativity, or seek vengeance, or truly intend cruel things to happen to others, the demon spirits will hear you from their den because your tone is a kind of their "dial tone."

Kyojuro became truly evil after transforming into a demon, his worst traits amplified by primal demon instincts.

However, the transformation in him did not end with his soul and heart. His outward appearance has also changed; his hair has grown longer, resembling a blazing fire, his formerly slender fingers have turned into sharp, reddened claws, and his eyes, once so understanding, were now clouded by an insatiable desire to kill and devour humans.

But one thing remained constant within him: his desire to possess you. Kyojuro realized that his feelings shared with you, back when he was a human, were too strong and grew too large to simply vanish within the raging fire of destruction within his soul. He was visiting you almost every night, as promised, devouring you and your body, which he craved ever so badly.

That night was no exception.

He didn't have problems crossing the threshold of your room; he usually used the half-opened window while summer was still in full swing.

Kyojuro slid into your bed like a snake, hovering over your sleeping form and looking down at you, his eyes gleaming with primal desire while slipping over every curve of yours.

"You seem to enjoy coming here every night," you said quietly as you opened your eyes to look at him.

You weren't dozing off. How could you possibly be sleeping? He came to see you every night, and you couldn't get enough of him. You didn't dare to tell anyone about what was going on. You wanted to protect him, despite being a Hashira. "It's good to see you again, my love," you said as you cupped his cheek.

Instead of responding, Kyojuro's lips brushed against the side of your neck as he inhaled your warm scent, which lingered all over his face. "I won't break the promise I made to you, little flame," his voice grunted in the darkness as his fiery eyes found yours.

"I'm sure you won't. My man of honor, you always keep your promises," you moved your hands into his hair while softly laughing. "I couldn't wait to see you once more."

His claws slid under your striped shirt and grazed your bare skin; the way your flesh felt in his paws tingled his senses, making him smirk. "Your mouth is golden, and so are your words, but could we skip the courtesy and get right to the point?" Kyojuro inquired as his left hand rested next to your head and his right began working on the string of your shorts.

"You get very impatient, love. I never expected to see you so desperate for me, should I be concerned that you've come here solely for my body?" You couldn't help but poke fun at him. It was always entertaining to play with his nerves.

Kyojuro didn't respond, instead he slipped his clawed hand inside your shorts and pressed on your clitoris; his claw soon slipped down your slit, teasing the entrance.

You gasped loudly as you bucked your hips slightly to receive more friction from him. You bit your lower lip while giggling at him. "You do become irritable."

When your words vanished into the room's silence, another sound followed - the sound of your shorts being ripped apart by the sharp claws.

You looked at him with an angry expression after letting out a surprised yelp. It was difficult to keep up with the number of clothes he ripped and destroyed since his first visit.

He quickly undid his belt and pushed his pants down, revealing his hard cock, which sprung free and proudly rested against his abdomen.

Your tiny palm barely encircled the impressive shaft, giving it a few strokes from tip to base. "Always prepared. Every night, you spoil me, love," you hushed before gently kissing his beck.

He quickly parted your legs and pushed into you, not waiting for you to adjust to his size. "So tight," he said, a smirk on his lips. "Your cunt was always so tight for me, and it is always dripping wet."

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer and deeper. With a soft moan, you looked down between your bodies to admire the bulge in your lower belly that grew with each thrust. You clutched his arms, whimpering at the sweet sensation of his cock filling you up.

His demon senses drove him furiously into you; he felt divine being buried in your soft cunt and seriously considered slitting your throat with one of his sharp claws. Kyojuro was driven insane by the single through about you bleeding to death while being fucked by him; it made him pound into you faster; the entire bed rocked back and forth with each thrust.

One of your hands moved up his arm, reaching his neck and then his cheek. You smiled, cupping his cheek, and drew him into a deep kiss, oblivious to his sharp teeth.

During the kiss, he bit your lower lip, drawing blood from it. He began pounding harder and harder.

"Kyojuro, fuck!" You whined up to his lips. "Please. Please, make me yours. Please, I'm betting on you."

"I'll cum, I'll milk you with my seed, and you'll carry my child," he grumbled, his eyes glowed with desire.

"I will! Please, Kyojuro, believe me. I'll be yours, and I'll gladly carry your child," you promised, clutching his arm tightly.

He lifted one of your legs and rested it against his shoulder; the change in angle allowed his cock to penetrate you deeper. His dick soon began to throb.

Your back arched slightly as you yelled his name. Your own release could be felt building up in your lower belly.

The knot in Kyojuro's cock swollen when he spurted his cum in your pussy, making it impossible for him to withdraw his dick. "Fuck you, Y/N," he hissed into your ear, pushing deeper in to loosen his knot.

"Fuck me," you pleaded. As you reached your own climax, you moaned loudly. You wrapped your arms around him, hissing at the sensation of being so full.

His movements became sloppier. When the knot in his cock loosened, Kyojuro grunted and pulled his cock out; his semen slowly poured out of your abused hole.

You sighed sadly at the feeling of emptiness, but smiled softly at him. "There's still time before the inevitable sunrise. Would you like to cuddle?"

He measured you with his cold gaze as he gathered the last drop of his cum from the top of his cock; he put his claw into your mouth, so you could suck it clean. "If this is what you want, Y/N, my little flame."

𝓓𝓪𝔂 24 - Blossomed Like a Rosebud || Leto Atreides x f!reader

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Summary: It is impossible to refuse Duke Leto's order, especially when you share the same feelings for him as he does for you.

Warnings: smut (oral - f receiving)

Word count: ~ 1035

Author: Fenrir

A/N: The prompt for today is: Lingerie

Leto's hand was on your knee, a gentle squeeze every now and then, and, occasionally, his hand would gently, ever so gently, smooth across the inside of your leg.

Your talking kept going on and on; businesses couldn't solve themselves. It was you who were open and free, whereas he was a bit more reserved and cautious. The leadership position was a very important thing for him, one he worked so hard for. Leto hated to lose control of his demeanor in public. As you sat in the canteen of the headquarters, he acted as boldly under the tablecloth as he would out in the open. After a little love peck on the cheek, he leaned over and kissed you. 

The energy between you flowed freely as you smiled and leaned into him.

You turned Leto's head to meet his lips the next time he leant into you. The way he told you no was very soft, yet he was certain of what he was doing. 

As you turned to face the center of the canteen, his lips pressed against your neck, a little nibble, and then his tongue touched your skin.

Before you could react, the Duke nibbled at your neck and teased your earlobe with his tongue.

Dropping your hand under the tablecloth, you caressed his leg. As you looked into his eyes, he looked deeply and solemnly into yours. There were no words spoken, but you could feel the energy telling you that you were the center of the universe for him today, that he would satisfy all your senses, and that was all that mattered to you.

Your formal pencil skirt found extra slack as Leto's hand moved a bit bolder up your leg; your head found his shoulder. His fingers were softly and gently walking up the inside of your leg. As he approached your covered treasure, he could feel its heat and moisture; his hand retreated as he whispered, "Follow me, that's an order."

Although the darkened room was close to your meeting place, you had no memory of how you got there.

A lamp lit the room, and the only sound was the air conditioner; it was cold, but you liked it that way. 

As Leto kissed you deeply, he pulled you into his arms. 

Your tongue teased his teeth as you responded with a throaty moan.

His hands were strong. His hands moved over your back as his head shifted, a sensation you hadn't expected in his arms. He moved his mouth to the left side of your neck, then to the right side. "No marks," he whispered somewhere in there, and you knew he wasn't kidding.

In his embrace, he cupped your firm, sexy bottom in his hands and squeezed you lovingly as he moved his lips back to yours. The buttons on your shirt seemed to open by themselves as he placed his hands on your shirt; your belt was undone shortly after, and soon you were only in your sexy, red lingerie as you stood in Duke's arms. As you reached up to his buttons, Leto stopped you and stepped back for a moment. His dark eyes were scanning your body, admiring the way your lingerie was covering the sweetest spots. The heat emanating from his chest against your back was felt as he took your back in his arms after a while. Starting at your lips and moving to your neck, he kissed you passionately. Your bra was released by his hands as your arms dropped and the straps fell between them. Leto was still holding you tightly. After kissing your chin and the front of your neck, his mouth turned to your left and lowered and found your nipple. 

A deep moan escaped you. It felt like a butterfly fluttering its wings on your breast as his tongue was so soft, warm, passionate, caressing your sensitive flesh.

Your stomach churned as the mouth moved again, nibbling down your torso and kissing softly. The feeling of being walked backwards was overwhelming. 

Soon after, Leto was on his knees in front of you, his arms around your waist.

Your satin pants were damp, sticky, and steamy as he put his hands around your waist. In removing them, he was deliberate and you were impatient.

You were being pulled down by Duke's hands. Trustingly, you sank and found that the bed was beneath you. Softly and lovingly, his hands cupped your bottom. As he kissed your wonderfully full breasts again, you sat on the edge of the bed. You felt his breath on your knee as he laid you back on the bed. 

The inside of your leg was kissed and nibbled, first the left leg, then the right one. From the sensitive spot just above your knee joint, he kissed the inside of your thigh. His hands moved your legs; he draped your calves over his shoulders. For the Duke Leto Atreides, you blossomed like a rosebud in full bloom.

He moved his mouth towards your middle, pushing your panties aside with his calloused fingers.

The softness and the firmness of the sensation made you gasp. The tongue of Leto was stuck in your pussy, withdrawing repeatedly. Again, you let out a deep moan. His tongue probed as deeply as possible inside you to remove your nectar and then moved to your special spot. His tongue was more effective than any toy or your own hand; he massaged your clitoris, holding it gently between his lips and buzzing it vigorously with his tongue. Leto's eyes never left yours.

As the tongue kept taking you closer to new heights you were not aware of, he held your soft ass cheeks in his hands to anchor you to his face, grunting from time to time at the sweetness of your juices.

You screamed and humped his face as he remained in your spot of pleasure until you calmed down, his name was the only thing to leave your parted lips. While holding you firmly in his arms, he returned to your previous conversation from the canteen like nothing had happened.

Your fervent hope was that Duke Leto would let you return the favor.

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🐼Hiya! 🐼 We are pleased to present you with our Fluffember 2022 Masterlist ♡

Essential information:

♡ the following post will serve as the masterlist for this event and will be updated with the links upon posting

♡ all works are SFW

♡ following the cut, you'll find the full list of the fics written for Fluffember 2022

Picnic [Moon Knight]

Stargazing [Vikings]

Dinner Cooking [The Hobbit]

Bed Sharing [Genshin Impact]

A Helpful Ally [Peaky Blinders]

The Emotional Reunion [Harry Potter]

A Little Nervous [Moon Knight]

Bad Hair Day [Genshin Impact]

A Rainy Night [Don't Worry Darling]