hex thee pisces

Word Count: 621

Summary- You can take it. You will take it; just like the good girl I know you are

Warnings: Size difference, Things break, Emmett stuffs you like a boston cream donut

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Emmett Cullen x Fem! Reader: Kinktober Day 6- Size Kink + Cumflation

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"S'too big~" you moan.

Emmett's arms bulge from grasping the headboard above you as he works his cock into you. His muscles almost pulse from restraint.

"You can take it," he grunts out, wood creaking under the force of his grip. "You will take it."

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jacob black! x fem!reader — word count : 2.3k

requested by : @obsessivekniss ꨄ︎ (barking included 😭)

WARNINGS : smut, oral ( male receiving), taking his stress away, trying not to turn, light-hearted ending, dirty talk

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝟏𝟖+

The garage hummed with the faint buzz of overhead lights, the kind that flickered every so often like they were struggling to stay alive. The floor was sttained with oil and dust, littered with old rags, sockets, and bolts— the bones of whatever project your usually level-headed boyfriend had sunk his hands into now.

Jacob’s shirt was already off, tossed somewhere beside the workbench, forgotten. His chest rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths as he wiped sweat off his brow, forearm dragging across his skin with a low, annoyingly frustrated grunt.

He was crouched beside the old motorbike, one knee braced on the concrete, the other bent, grounding him as he leaned forward, grease-slick hands buried deep in the engine’s guts.

The muscles in his back flexed with each slow movement, a rolling landscape of tension beneath sun-kissed skin, damp with sweat and streaked with smudges of black. A wrench clicked sharply in his grip as he adjusted something inside the bike, exhaling through clenched teeth.

You were sitting on the edge of the counter, pretending to scroll through your phone, pretending not to be watching the way sweat rolled down his chest in thick, slow lines— over his pecs, across the hard plane of his abs, highlighting each individual muscle as if it were the icing on top of perfectly crafted donuts, tracing every dip and ridge like gravity was just as obsessed with him as you were.

He reached over to grab a rag from the bench behind him, dragging it across his palms first, then up his forearms, pausing only to swipe it over his chest— like it’d do anything to fix the heat pulsing off him.

The heat had always clung to Jacob differently. It wasn’t just sweat or flushed skin— it radiated from him. Like something inside was always threatening to tip over.

And today, it felt close. Dangerously fucking close.

He muttered something under his breath when a wrench clattered to the floor. You raised an eyebrow, glancing over the top of your phone. “You good?”

Jacob exhaled slow, blowing out air through his nose as he stood to his full height. Towering. Tense. His dark hair was pulled back, the ends damp with sweat. He looked over at you, jaw flexing as his eyes dragged across your body— not even subtle about it.

“Too fuckin’ hot,” he muttered, running both hands through hi hair now, the muscles in his arms flexing with the movement. “Can’t even think straight.”

Your smile was slow, a little sly. “That’s funny… because you look good enough to melt.”

That earned you a snort, but the tension didn’t leave his shoulders. He didn’t say anything— just stared for a second too long, pupils already a little too dark, breathing a little too shallow.

You hopped down from the counter slowly, the sound of your feet hitting the concrete echoing faintly in the quiet of the garage. “Sit.”

He blinked. “What?”

You tilted your head toward the worn stool near the workbench. “Sit down, Jacob.”

And maybe it was how the heat was getting to him, or maybe it was the twitch of a smirk at the corner of your mouth, but he obeyed without another word— lowering himself onto the nearest wooden stool, legs spread wide, arms resting heavy on his thighs, gaze locked on you like he already knew what was coming.

You knelt between his legs slowly, deliberately, placing your hands on his knees first, the heat of him nearly burning under your palms.

His voice was low. “You sure you wanna—”

You reached for his belt before he could finish, popping it open in one quick motion that made him suck in a sharp breath.

“Let me take care of you,” you said softly, almost sweetly, even as your fingers moved to undo the button and zipper of his jeans.

And Jacob— always so in control, always playing protector, the strong one— let his head fall back just slightly, letting out a low groan through clenched teeth as you tugged his waistband down just enough.

You didn’t rush.

Your hand wrapped around his thick, half-hard cock with a touch that was light but sure, the weight of him heavy in your palm. His skin was hot, flushed dark red, like the rest of him was barely holding back. You leaned in, licking a slow stripe from the base up to the tip, not breaking eye contact as your mouth closed over the head.

“Shit,” he hissed, hands gripping the edge of the stool like he didn’t trust them not to snap something.

You bobbed your head slow at first, taking him deeper each time, your tongue pressed flat underneath, eyes fluttering every time he twitched in your mouth. The taste of him was thick and warm, a little salty from sweat, and every little groan that escaped him just spurred you on more.

Jacob’s breath was coming in harsh, ragged pulls now.

“Too fuckin’ hot,” he panted, a little desperate. “You’re gonna make me—fuck—turn.”

You just hummed around him in response, watching the way his abs jumped at the vibration, the way sweat slid down the cut of his waist in a slow line disappearing under his jeans.

His hand finally came to your hair, not forcing, just holding, grounding. His other hand gripped the stool so tight you swore you heard it creak.

“Slow down—fuck, you gotta slow—baby, please—”

But you didn’t. You moaned low around him, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit, pace quickening, tongue swirling as you watched his eyes squeeze shut, chest rising like he was battling something inside.

You moaned low around him, hand stroking what you couldn’t fit, pace quickening, tongue swirling as you watched his eyes squeeze shut, chest rising like he was battling something inside.

You could feel it— him—trembling just under the skin. Tension coiling hot and tight in his thighs, the kind of pressure that didn't just signal release — it signaled something else. Something dangerous. The heat that radiated off him flared like a warning, and his breathing turned sharp, ragged, almost feral.

A whine slipped from his throat — deep, strangled — and his hand in your hair twitched, not to pull, but to anchor. To hold on. His back arched just slightly, muscles twitching under skin that looked like it was trying not to tear apart.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, voice pitched higher than usual, wild with restraint. “I’m—shit, I’m not gonna—”

You pulled off just enough to whisper, breath hot against the head of his cock, “Then don’t.”

His hips jerked. That sound ripped out of his chest again— not just a moan, but a low, guttural whine that scraped against something animal in him.

His eyes snapped shut tight, and you saw it hit him all at once.

He came with a groan, head thrown back, his body convulsing as if it were too much— you were too much. His cock pulsed on your tongue, thick and hot, and you sucked him through it, taking everything he gave until he was trembling under your mouth, caught in the middle of ecstasy and war.

Because he was fighting it.

Hard.

You could see it— how his chest heaved too fast, how his hands curled like claws but didn’t shift, how his legs shook like they were bracing for something much bigger than orgasm. His teeth gritted behind parted lips, and for one terrifying, thrilling second, his entire body shuddered with heat.

Then it passed— just barely.

He staggered his body back from you like he didn’t trust himself to be still, his cock wet and covered in your spit, still upright as he breathed heavily. Jaw clenched. Knuckles white. Sweat pouring down his body like he’d just run through a forest at full speed.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, hoarse and wrecked, one hand braced on thigh like he needed it to stay human. “You’re gonna make me fuckin’ phase in the middle of a blowjob.”

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning up at him. “You didn’t.”

Jacob’s head dropped forward, breathing hard, sweat dripping from his temples.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, voice hoarse. “You’re gonna be the reason I accidentally blow the roof off this fuckin’ place.”

You smirked, licking your lips slowly as you stood, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap so fast you gasped, his mouth pressed to your collarbone now, voice a growl against your skin.

“Oh, you haven’t seen nothin' yet.”

His jeans were already halfway down his thighs when he stood up from the stool, shoved just far enough to let his cock spring free— thick, flushed, and still fucking leaking. He didn’t waste a second as he grabbed you, propping you up and leaning you over the workbench, right on top of the shirt he had thrown there earlier.

One hand gripped your hip as he tore off your clothes, needy and desperate, the other guiding himself, the head of his cock sliding through your slick folds, smearing you open, groaning at how soaked you already were.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he hissed, voice rough and breathless. “This pussy’s starving, isn’t it?”

You barely managed a nod before he slammed into you, one hard, deep thrust that had your back arching off the bench, a strangled cry ripping from your throat.

He didn’t stop.

There was no pretense, no gentleness now— just the raw, desperate slap of his hips against yours, the sharp clatter of tools on the bench with every thrust, and Jacob’s filthy voice right in your ear. Your hands reaching up behind you to reach onto his neck, your fingertips skimming through his sweat-soaked hair.

“You like it like this? Huh? Legs spread on my fucking workbench, takin’ my cock like you were made for it?”

You gasped, clawing at his shoulders, at his neck, his body, as your own body bounced with every rough stroke against his.

“Say it,” he growled, biting lightly at your jaw. “Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Y-Yours,” you whimpered. “Yours, Jacob, always—”

“That’s right,” he snarled, fucking you harder, deeper, like the claim wasn’t enough until he carved it into your soul. “Gonna fuck you so full, you’ll be dripping for days. I don’t care if it’s messy, I want it messy. Want everyone to know I ruined you.”

“Need to fuck you—s' fuckin' good,” he panted, one hand sliding up to wrap gently around your throat, not squeezing— just holding, possessive and grounding. “Can’t even talk, can you, baby?”

You trembled beneath him, everything tightening, pleasure winding up sharp and bright and explosive.

“I can feel it,” he growled. “Feel that pretty pussy gripping me. Gonna cum? Gonna let me fill you up?”

You nodded, tears brimming, moaning his name again and again like it was the only word you knew.

And when you broke— body spasming, cunt fluttering wildly around him— he followed, again with a guttural groan, cock pulsing deep as he spilled inside you, hips jerking, burying every last drop.

For a moment, the world held still. Just sweat-slicked skin, the thundering of his heart under your palm, your breath syncing up with his in staggered and drawn-out exhales.

Then—a sudden scritch shattered the silence.

You barely had time to react before something darted past the window outside—quick and twitchy, claws skittering across the driveway.

A squirrel.

It zipped along the edge of the concrete and froze like it had something to prove, tiny paws clenched, tail flicking as it chattered angrily toward the two of you, as if you had disturbed its afternoon collecting acorns.

Jacob’s entire body locked beneath you. His eyes sharpened. His jaw clenched. For a split second, he wasn’t a man anymore—he was something else entirely. Nostrils flaring, back rigid, his muscles coiled like a spring, and you could feel it: the heat surging back under his skin, the primal thrum building in his chest like a warning growl not yet voiced.

“Oh, no—hey, hey,” you murmured, hand on his chest, feeling it tremble slightly. “Babe. It’s a squirrel.”

Jacob blinked once. Then again.

The tension bled out of him slowly, his jaw loosening, and finally he let out a breath—half a groan, half a laugh—as he dropped his head back against the workbench wall behind him.

“A fucking squirrel,” he muttered, dragging his hand down his face. “Thought it was, I don’t know… a bear. Or fuckin' Paul.”

You snorted, still perched on him, hair a mess and your thighs shaking. “Paul doesn’t chatter like that.”

Jacob reached up and brushed a piece of sweat-damp hair from your cheek, his eyes softening. “You okay?” His voice had dropped again, low and gentle, so different from the snarl it had been just minutes ago. “Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, biting your lip through a smile. “No. I’m… yeah. I’m so good.”

He let out another breathy laugh, leaning up to kiss your shoulder, then your collarbone, then your jaw, like he couldn’t stop. His arms wrapped around you protectively, holding you there on his lap, like the idea of letting go too soon felt wrong. Or dangerous.

“Sorry I almost transformed mid-orgasm,” he joked against your skin, still catching his breath. “That’s a new level of feral.”

You giggled, tucking your face into his neck. “You held it back. Barely. I nearly saw the claws.”

“Shut up.” He grinned, groaning softly as he shifted under you. “That squirrel had it coming, though. You saw the way it looked at me.”

Jacob’s laugh was full and warm now, echoing through the garage. He hugged you tighter, his nose brushing against your temple.

And even though you were still tangled and breathless, sore and shaky, you leaned into him like you never wanted to move.

Because with Jacob, even post-orgasm, post-squirrel-incident… you still felt completely, unshakably his.

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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Jasmine Set

For the first June release, I decided to create a small set inspired by warmer weather vibes, featuring eyelet lace fabric throughout every clothing piece; a material I personally love! The collection is filled with delicate little bows and also includes a leather sandal with a cut out flower detail for an extra touch of charm. ✨

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La Gilda Set

This month I was inspired by a softer take on western glamour, somewhere between vintage saloon romance and modern high fashion.

La Gilda plays with structured corsets, low-rise denim, ruffled cotton, layered mini skirts, and warm leather details, but keeps everything polished, feminine, and a little editorial.

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- better in the 80′s -

bob & liza

listen i hate the sims 4 townies cause they all look plain and boring but i had a vision of bob (affectionate) and liza ( less affectionate) in the 80′s and i had to! they are both based ( loosly) on movie charchters and singers from the 80′s!

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So i didn’t change anything about them except thier hair cause i realized they both just need better hair lol liza is based on the genral aesthetic of molly ringwald from the movie pretty in pink and bob is based on rick james and lionel richie 💜

| bishop x f!reader | warnings: smut, rough sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, messy sex, some praise, degrading, dirty talk, bishop not that nonchalant, reader needy, creampie, very light choking, aftercare, etc… | mdni18+ | wc: 1k |

.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲܀.𓈒𓂂𓏲

“that feel good, huh?”

You could only whimper in response with how good Bishop felt inside of you. It was late at night and you were once again in Bishop’s room, no matter how many times you promised yourself to not go over his place, you would still go.

So there you were, your clothes on the floor, your phone placed on do not disturb and being on top of him with a western movie playing in the back, riding him at a slow pace with your hands laying across his bare chest.

flicking my bean right now omg HE HAS 4 PECS

cult leader!geto doing your routinely hole inspection…

he’s grown to like you over the years, noticing you in the sea of others, his most loyal and devoted follower. He’s grown to like you so much, he feels the need to keep you close…really close. The others notice how he favors you in every way, and they also notice how you sneak away into his room at night. Why? They have zero clue. Some spread rumors that you’re getting a reward or allowance of some kind, some say that he’s secretly hypnotizing you. Truth be told, they weren’t completely wrong.

Every night like clock work you end up over his lap, shorts and panties bunched at your ankles while his hand caresses your ass. He’s gentle, and soft spoken, humming at the sight of you in front of him. Little words are spoken, but you enjoy it so much that you look forward to this moment when the day ends.

You lay across his lap, empty headed smile on your face, his hands spread your ass, kneading at the flesh. A brow raises, noticing you were wearing your plug, the one he specifically told you to wear this morning. He spreads your ass wider, your hips lifting instinctively, allowing him a better view. “Hm, you’re wet,” he plainly states, spreading your pussy with his thumb. “Poor girl, you can’t help yourself, can you?” He asks in a mocking tone, gathering some of your slick and rubbing it against your clit in slow circles.

Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, eyes fluttering shut as your back arches at his touch. “I’m sorry,” you meekly say. He knows you weren’t really sorry because you get like this every time. No matter what, your pussy always ends up soaked, basically begging for attention from him. He doesn’t get upset with you, he understands it’s natural, he understands a woman like you has needs and wants and that’s why he’s here. Think of it as his way of saying thank you for your loyalty.

Two thick fingers slip right in, your gummy walls wrapping around them. His other hand follows the curve of your spine, sliding up to grip the back of your neck as he curls his fingers inside of you, slowly pumping them. “Are you wet because of the plug or because of me?” He honestly asks, no shame behind his words. His eyes focus on the way his fingers glisten in your juices, thick and creamy.

“A-ah…both,” you whimper. “But mostly you.”

He smirks to himself, the slick sounds of your pussy echoing off the walls of his bedroom, growing louder the more wet you get. “You’re always so honest…such a good girl,” he breathes. “It’s why you’re my favorite.” He pumps his fingers faster, hitting up against your g-spot, but not too rough.

Your eyes roll back, jaw slack as whimpers escape your throat. You claw at his sheets, nails digging to the fabric, your toes curling from the immense pleasure. It’s something that’s been on your mind all day, and after hours and hours of pretending like you weren’t a wet and horny mess, you get to finally let go and feel everything all at once.

It hits you so suddenly, your heart beat quickening, your mind starts to go blank, and all you can feel is his fingers working inside of you, stretching your pussy. “Gonna…cum…nnngh,” you choke out, breathing heavily. His grip on the back of your neck tightens, holding you in place as he finger fucks you, feeling your pussy clench tighter the closer you get. He watches the way your body shakes in his hold, your moans falling upon his ears when you finally cum. Your body relaxes in his lap as he removes his fingers, rubbing your mess all over your folds, brushing against your throbbing clit.

“Despite being a messy little thing today, your inspection is finished.” His hand swats against the fat of your ass. “Now, come clean your mess off of my fingers.”

a little something while I work on part 5 if insatiable <3

here i am, giving this some serious thought that was really random

Honestly, Daichi fucks slow and hard, he’s in no hurry at all. After all, he’s got the whole night to make you cum as many times as you want, but don’t forget that he’ll always be a little rough with you — maybe with bites and definitely with one hand landing hard on your ass to remind you who’s in charge.

In the same category as those who fuck slowly is Ushijima, because honestly, can you imagine this man doing it sloppily and quickly? Never. He has self-control, even too much discipline to hold back his own orgasm while lifting your legs to your ears like it’s just another training exercise.

Literally on the same team is Sugawara, because —sorry— I can’t see him any other way than fucking you so slowly it’s almost torture, whispering fucking obscene things in your ear, because no one but you can hear the shit he says to make you come.

Hinata tries. He really does, I swear. He starts slow because he loves every reaction you give him. Then he gets excited. And it’s over for you. He’s so fast that he only stops when he’s about to cum after hearing you call his name because you're “too sensitive” after your third orgasm.

As for Bokuto, he doesn’t even try, I have to say. Nothing makes him prouder than seeing your body glistening with sweat because, man, he’s dedicated, and no matter how hard he goes at full speed from the start, he’ll keep going all night, grinning like it’s a personal challenge to make you forget your own name while putting you in every possible position.

I’d call Kageyama the king of balance. He always switches between slow and steady at first and then fucking fast, only to slow down to a torturous crawl before you can come, all while listening to you whine, because let’s face it, he’s a bit of a sadist.

And speaking of sexy men with slightly sadistic tendencies, Sakusa will always do the opposite of what you say. Anyone watching him wouldn’t imagine that he’s choking you with one hand and holding one of your legs up almost to your ear, fucking you at the perfect pace every night, always torturing you by slowing down when he realizes you’re about to come.

Surprisingly, Oikawa is on the same team as the perfectly balanced ones. It’s fun for him to hear you beg for more while he nods in agreement, looking straight into your eyes and saying “yes, I can give you more,” gradually picking up the pace, but slowing down whenever you’re getting too close — because nothing feels better than sensing you getting wetter and wetter, on the verge of cumming.

The Miya brothers are complete opposites. It’s common knowledge that Osamu is a great slow fucker, even though he’s pretty traditional in his approach — missionary and its variations — putting you in a mating press at the end because he’s a procreator.

On the other hand, Atsumu likes to experiment and is a big fan of quickies. Luckily, he always knows what to do with his big dick and has a very skilled hand that always reaches down to your clit to help you along because “it’s only good if we come together, baby”.

Kuroo loves morning sex and always takes it nice and slow, but don’t call him lazy. He’s always ready to give you as many orgasms as you want so your day starts with shaky legs and a stupid smile.

Now, moving on to some dangerous territory, Tsukishima is a bit lazy, but only because he already knows exactly where to touch you and just how far his cock can go without the slightest effort to make you come pathetically fast. The slow pace he keeps is always torturous, but you come anyway while he says degrading things without the slightest shame — a stark contrast to the small, chaste kisses on your shoulders, like he didn’t just ruin your life.