#💌.womb fucking

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + omorashi + wombfucking + degradation + noncon (he pees inside without asking) + oral / facials

❤︎₊ ⊹ mean dom sunghoon treats his obedient lil puppygirl like a dumb mutt n makes you do the filthiest things just for him :( cums on your face or humps your fluffy tail when you sit on his lap n he can feel it wagging against him 🥺 but there’s nothing he loves more than humiliating his little pup by pissing on or inside of you, moaning deeply as he releases himself and makes a mess of your hole.

↳ sunghoon’s been pounding your sore lil puppycunt for what feels like forever, a mixture of his cum and yours spilling out of your hole with each thrust, the slick sound of his cock driving into your pussy making your fluffy ears twitch and your face heat up in embarrassment. “you’re such a good girl f’me, pup. always take my cock so well, i can’t get enough of this pretty pussy.” his words make you keen, tossing your head back and clenching around his length. he’s so deep inside, you swear he’s fucking your womb at this point and you can’t stop your tongue from lolling out when you feel his dick twitch.

he doesn’t warn you beforehand and the warmth catches you off guard, the stream of his piss flooding your insides and making your tail thrash wildly as you tremble beneath him. “that’s right, puppy. take it, just fuckin’ take it. you wanna be good, right?”

the thought of sunghoon thinking you’re a disobedient pup makes your stomach drop and you agree embarrassingly quick.

“yes hoonie! ‘m a good girl i’ll take w-whatever you give me! use me however you want.” sobs and hiccups escape you as he continues to forcefully thrust into you while filling you up, some of his piss leaking out of your hole from how full you are. you cum just from the feeling of his piss splashing in your womb and it makes you whine, cheeks burning in shame.

sunghoon stays buried inside of your pussy even after he’s finished, thick cock keeping all of his fluids inside. “my sweet girl, you’re so filthy,” he teases, a faux pout on his lips. “such a little pisswhore you came so fuckin’ quick.”

❤︎₊ ⊹ when i say he cums on ur face i mean he quite literally rubs his thick cock all over ur face <3 leaks precum over every inch of it n smirks meanly when you whimper n nuzzle against his length, desperate to feel his seed on your skin

↳ hoon swears you’re the best cockslut ever. always so obedient for him and allowing your owner to use you however he deems fit. he knows you live to obey and the need to serve him outweighs any shame or humiliation you feel when he reduces you to a depraved mutt.

“get on your knees, princess.” his tone is stern and you’re already sinking to the ground in front of him before your empty little head has time to process his order.

sunghoon’s cock is wet and messy with globs of cum but that doesn’t stop him from grabbing his length with one hand and tugging your hair harshly with the other, spitting on your cute little face and laughing meanly when your ears lay flat against your head, nose scrunching in surprise.

he grinds his cock against you, the cum around his dick making a mess of your sweet face and the sight makes him groan, drawing guttural moans of pleasure from him. “c’mon baby, you know what to do.”

you do know what to do and it’s obvious when you immediately bring a hand to cup his balls, your mouth falling open to lap at them with your tongue. he’s trained you so well and it makes pride bloom in his chest when you take his balls in your mouth, noisily sucking them without having to be told exactly what he wants.

pleasuring sunghoon makes your puppycunt drip with arousal, your hips moving on their own and humping the air like a bitch in heat as your hole clenches around nothing, making you realize how empty you feel without his cock inside of you.

it doesn’t take long for him to blow his load and you can feel his cock twitch against your face as he nears his release, hollowing your cheeks in an attempt to send him over the edge. he tightens his grip on your hair and his orgasm hits him hard, his choked groans like music to your ears as his cum spurts from his slit in ropes, the creamy substance is thick and sticky and some of it even lands on your fluffy ears, white globs dripping from the tip of your ear onto your hair.

you keep your eyes locked on your owner as he cums and it’s almost overwhelming to watch, drawing high pitched whines from you as you cum untouched, sunghoon’s obvious pleasure enough to make you cream around nothing.

[novulen]

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : the jjk men n the ‘gifts’ they’d give u for valentines 💌!

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : 18+ (mdni), smut, oral (male receiving), cum!!, throat fucking, somewhat rough sex, toys, overstimulating, slight BDSM (Geto), (doll, baby, good girl) used to address reader, overall filthy☺️

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ : Toji, Nanami, Gojo, n Geto

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓. ೋ

On the day of valentines, Toji gifts you roses, and perhaps whatever you’ve been talking about–believe it or not, he does listen when you ramble on and on about the little mini skirts you want, but for a sole purpose.

“Take it all–mhm, give me a lil’ show too, yeah?” Toji mumbles, watching as you take most, if not all, of his girthy cock down your little throat. A big hand of his slides down to your ass, admiring the little patterns and the light pink color of your mini skirt, especially eyeing the way the material covers little to nothing, revealing the thong kept underneath. “Fuck,” he groans, taking a handfull of your ass in his hands, feeling himself get impossibly harder simply by how soft all of you feels.

“T-Tojhi..” you murmur, mouth too full of cock to speak, and your pathetic little sounds come out muffled. Yet, amused, Toji grins. “No need for speaking, doll, jus’ keep sucking,”

And you do. but, when he cums down your throat, with such a huge load of hot seed in your mouth, you can’t help but cry out as your mouth’s filled with warmth.

“‘S too m–,” you sob, pleading for a chance of relieving your lungs from breathlessness though Toji is ruthless, still thrusting up into your mouth even as your manicured nails dig into the flesh of his muscular thighs.

“Mm-hm, but y’r gonna swallow it all, aren’t ya?” he hums, a noise of deep satisfaction booming from his own throat as you nod obediently, not wasting a second in swallowing all of his cum, as impossible as you deemed it from the moment he came.

And after such a satisfactory session, Toji can’t help but pull you close to him, skin to skin in the moment. “I should buy you more mini skirts, eh, what’d ya say?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊. ೋ

Wholeheartedly will go all out. Gets you things you’d talked about ages ago–so much so that you yourself sometimes forget you’d spoken of such–dresses, purses, skirts, lingerie.

“Kento,” you mewl, unable to bear through the incessant shocks of ecstasy rocking through your body with each of his thrusts. You reach out for him, hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders, and hold on for dear life.

The beautiful set of red lingerie he’d bought for you is almost no more, ripped to shreds the moment you’d walked out the bathroom. It’s as if something that isn’t your husband has taken you, given the way he’s somewhat mercilessly fucking into your cunt, groaning deliciously vulgar words in your ear.

“So–hah–so fucking beautiful,” Nanami grunts, planting his forehead, sticky with perspiration, to yours lovingly. You moan as the feeling of him takes over your whole body, his scent, his breath hot against your skin, and his deep groans all prove to be too much–too much at the same time, at the very least.

He’s soon spilling himself inside you, moaning praises and everlasting statements of love into your ear, and you’re not far behind him. “Oh–god,” you whimper, womb filling to the hilt with your husband’s cum, and you can't think of a better way to end such a day.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒. ೋ

Like Nanami, although he’s much more of the reckless type when buying gifts. Sometimes even gets you things you don’t want, but you find it cute nonetheless. Although, you were surprised to see a little pink vibrator at the bottom of the bag he’d given you.

The more he presses down on your clit, the more the pleasure seems to burn. And Satoru might chuckle from your reaction, but his body’s tensing, his hands are losing their patience, and his cock is hardening in his pants.

“‘Toru, t-take it away, I can’t–,” you attempt to plead, closing your legs around the hand that’s keeping the toy flush to your pussy, but he refuses, shaking his head with a sly grin. Satoru only hushes you, and for trying to clamp down on his arm, he ups the power of the vibrator.

“C’mon, baby. ‘S just a lil’ stimulation, yeah? I’ll put my cock in ya soon.” he breaths, breath hot against your pulse point as he leans in to place kisses. Your back arches up from the sheets, sensitive nipples rubbing against the black fabric of his compression shirt, the added stimulation causing your third orgasm of the day to crash over you.

“See? Good girl.” he praises, finally gracing you the relief you’ve been begging of him, removing the toy from your clit, slick and other fluids dribbling from you. “Now you get to have me.”

But, even when he says those words as if it's some blessing, you, on the other hand, can’t find it in you to give him another. Knowing Satoru, and his inhuman sex drive, you’ll perhaps be here until night.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒. ೋ

Knows what you want but will try to ask you (at least somewhat sneakily) days beforehand. Always gets you the perfect amount of things–though this time, he’s given you more than you bargained for.

“Hm–you wanna touch me?” Suguru grins, greedy eyes raking over your body, soft and malleable in his hold. You’re on your fours, head pushed into the pillows, and as if that’s not enough, Suguru thought to tie your hands behind your back.

It’s almost malicious the way he chuckles–he can’t admit seeing this desperate side of his bratty girlfriend has brought out something in him.

“Please.” you mumble against the mountain of pillows he's pushed your face into, saliva dribbling down your cheeks onto the satin sheets. But, your pleas fall on deaf ears, given that Suguru’s in his own world.

Each of his pounding thrusts sends you jolting forwards, the only thing keeping you down being the strong hands planted firmly to your hips. He leans down, exhales fanning by your ear, as his hands simultaneously slide up to take a handful of your hair, pulling your head back just enough for you to wince in stinging pain.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, baby? Don’t tell me you’re backing down now.” he mumbles into your skin, tongue darting out to lick a line up to your ears. Once he figures that he’s shut you up, he hums in approval.

“Good. Lay there and take all of me.”

[jaegerdilf]

pairings: choso kamo x f! reader

warnings: oral + virginity + non / dubcon + cumplay

💌: choso has been rotting my brain so so bad n i need to write smth for him 😵‍💫 pls accept this as my formal intro to the jjk writing community on here

to say choso is inexperienced is an understatement. he can count the amount of times he’s jerked off on one hand and he’s never even had sex, but ever since he met you all he wants is to bury his cock inside your cunt and fuck you til he’s spent.

it becomes increasingly more difficult for choso to resist taking what he wants, blushing a deep red every time you speak to him because just seconds before he was picturing you beneath him, pussy stretched beyond it’s limits as he fucks you raw and fills your womb with load after load of his sticky cum, wanting nothing more than to use you for his pleasure.

he bides his time, growing closer to you and gaining your trust, subtly sinking his grasp deeper and deeper into you before suggesting you let him fuck you. what he doesn’t know, is that you crave his dick just as bad, spending your nights humping a pillow to the thought of him rearranging your insides.

you make your move first, “accidentally” grinding against choso’s sensitive bulge or pressing your tits into his arms, tired of waiting around for him to do something and each interaction leaves him impossibly hard, seconds away from blowing his load and cumming in his pants.

he’s finally had enough when you bend over and flash your panties, his eyes locked on the wet spot on the gusset and he nearly salivates while staring at your cunt.

choso wastes no time forcing you to your knees, watching as your eyes glaze over and noticing how eager you are to obey.

“oh,” he says, laughing a little when the realization that you’re a cockslut hits him, “you wanted this, huh?”

you nod dumbly, unable to tear your eyes away as he frees his cock. the veins make your mouth water but his thickness scares you, wondering how the hell you’re meant to take that. it’s almost like he can read your mind and it makes you shudder when your hear him speak. “don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll make it fit.”

that’s the only warning you receive before choso forces his entire length down your throat, not bothering to ask for permission. he uses you like a toy, ignoring your gags in favor of focusing on the feeling of your throat tightening up around him, grunting when you use your tongue to trace a vein on the underside of his cock. you do your best to keep your eyes open and on his face. he isn’t usually expressive but it seems as though the white hot pleasure he feels has done a number on him, brows furrowed and his jaw tight while you work your mouth over him.

he can feel his orgasm approaching as he fucks your throat and reluctantly pulls you off his cock, a whiney moan escaping him as you suckle the tip before releasing him from your mouth.

“why’d you make me stop?” you pout, voice raspy from having your mouth violated. you’re itching to make him cum and drain his balls until he can’t anymore, desperate to finally taste him.

choso’s torso is flushed and covered in sheen of sweat, the view making your thighs clench while you wait for him to do something. “made you stop ‘cause i’m gonna cum on your pretty face.”

he curses when you look up at him through wet lashes, tears threatening to fall, tongue hanging out in preparation for his thick load and it makes him cum almost instantly. he doesn’t even have to stroke his cock before it’s twitching and he’s emptying his balls on your face. his load is thick and seems never ending, globs of it draping over your lashes and covering your face, making you moan when some makes its way into your mouth.

choso thinks he’s in love.

in love with how you drag your fingers across your face and slip the cum coated digits in your mouth. the urge to kiss you is strong and he gives into it immediately, pressing his lips to your clumsily before you take the lead and slide your tongue into his mouth, causing him to groan into the kiss when he tastes himself on your tongue.

[minminyoonjii]

Hii, i would like to request a stray kids aftercare types or smth like that 🥲🥲 (srry im really bland i struggle with words 😭😭)

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🌹CW

Fem! Reader|Cry Baby! Couple|Smut Fluff|Body Worship|Crying|Heavy Teasing And Mocking|Condesending Tone|Dom Drop|Marking and Hickeys|Degrading Praise Kink|Act Of Service|Confessions|L-Bomb|Foodie Moments|Pussy Worship

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.1K

Bang Chan

"You feeling alright, pretty?" he asked, holding you tight. You nodded, running your fingers through his hair, "Ahm. More than alright," you said, kissing his cheek. Chan chuckled, easing your legs off his shoulder, "I know, baby. I know you're sore," he cooed, rubbing your calves when you hissed. "Don't talk to me like that, Chris," you whined, mind barely off the clouds. Chan smiled, "Okay, okay," he said, massaging your legs. You groaned into the pillow, melting at the firm pressure. Chan hummed, "How about a warm bath, yeah? I'll let you drop in a bath bomb," he said, wiping down your inner thighs. You lifted your head, "Thought you didn't like the glitter ones," you said, looking at him. He chuckled, "Yeah, but I'd do anything to make you feel loved little one," he reassured, kissing your forehead.

Lee Minho

Minho gulped, catching his breath, "Good kitten. Fuck, you did so good for me," he mumbled, nosing your hair. You shuddered, rubbing his back, "Did good?" you whispered, avoiding eye contact. He held your jaw, "Yes kitty. You did amazing," Minho praised, stroking your cheek in his palm. You sighed, nuzzling into it. Minho chuckled, "That's my good kitty. So precious and perfect," he whispered, holding you close to his chest. "You've never been this vocal before," you said, kissing his collarbones. Minho smirked, "Well, I can't go and cut fruits all of a sudden can I?" he teased, knowing he already did. You held his face, licking his lips, "I already saw the bunnies (bunny apples)," you said, kissing him deeply. Minho chuckled into the kiss, easing his tongue against yours.

Seo Changbin

"Deep breaths, bun. Take deep breaths," Changbin coaxed, easing out his girthy cock from your cunt. You shuddered from the sensation, "Bin," you whined, stretching out your arms. Changbin cooed, pulling you onto his lap, "Binnie's got you, hm? My baby bunny," he chuckled, pampering kisses on your face. You squirmed at the kisses, "No," you whined with a smile etched on your lips. Changbin smirked, pressing his kiss against yours, "No? Bunny is denying Binnie?" he gasped, pecking your lips a few more times. You giggled, laying your head comfortably on his chest. Changbin hummed, rocking your aching body, "What do you feel like eating, bun?" he asked, feeling his tummy grumble. You smiled, scrolling through his phone, "Can we order this?" you asked, showing him the dish. Changbin chuckled, "Go ahead," he said, hooking his chin over your head.

Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin kissed down your arm, "Shh. Relax, love," he hummed, nosing your skin. You shivered, staring at him with half-lidded eyes, "Hyune," you moaned. Hyunjin chuckled, shifting to kiss down your sternum, "Melt into it, lovely. I have you, hm?" he smirked, kissing your chest. You whined, bucking your hips as he blew on your sensitive nipples. "My lovely muse," he sighed, kissing your tummy, paying attention to the pouch where your womb would be. "Hyunjin," you gasped, brushing his hair. Hyunjin nuzzled inner thighs, "Can't believe you took me so well, love. Your pretty pussy was just meant for my cock," he praised, wiping your swollen cunt with careful and precise hands. You sank into the warmth, letting him take care of you fully.

Han Jisung

"Aww, my precious crybaby. Did it feel too good again, sweetheart?" Jisung asked, wiping the stray tears streaming down your cheeks. You hiccuped, burying your face into his palms. Jisung chuckled, tucking your body against his, "I know, sweetie. My cock made you feel all vulnerable, hm?" he asked, hearing your soft babbles in return. "Yes, yes. My cock pleased you very well, I know," he chuckled, kissing the top of your head. You jutted your bottom lip, looking up at him. Your eyes were glossy with tears, and your nose was red from sniffling. Jisung cooed, tucking your hair behind your ears, "Gorgeous. So stunning," he whispered, leaning forward to sync your lips. You melted into the kiss, hands brushing his waist. Jisung pulled away, "Time to bathe, sweetheart. Maybe afterwards we could binge a show or two," he chuckled, lifting you.

Lee Felix

Felix sniffled, emotions running high after an intense session. You held his face, "Lix, are you alright?" you asked, brushing away the tears threatening to drop. Felix shook his head, "You know I didn't mean those words right? You know it was just a scene, right sunbeam?" he asked, lips wobbling with each word. You pulled him close, "Of course, I know that sunshine. You treat me with the utmost respect daily," you reassured, rubbing his back. Tears soaked your bare skin, "I got scared. Scared of unintentionally hurting you, sunbeam. I would never forgive myself for that," Felix whimpered, holding you firm against him. Tears pooled in your eyes, "Don't cry, sunshine. You know if you cry, I'll cry," you sniffled, rocking each other's sensitive bodies until you both relaxed.

Kim Seungmin

Seungmin tossed his head back, chest rising and falling, "Fuck," he sighed, groping your plump ass. You whined, "Min," you said, shifting forward. Seungmin hissed as the chill air grazed his slicked cock, "Come on, pup. Let's wash up," he chuckled, lifting you. "We look like a mess," you grumbled, looking at the blooming bruises and hickeys coating your skin. Seungmin winced, turning around only to see nail marks down his back, "We did quite a number, didn't we?" he smirked, turning on the shower. You rolled your eyes with a smile, "You were the one who wanted to switch positions midway," you teased, melting under the water. Seungmin chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, "If I remember correctly, who was the one that kept begging to feel me deeper, hm?" he whispered, nipping your earlobe. You leaned back into him, "Hah, hah. Fine," you whined, lathering his body with soap.

Yang Jeongin

"Angel. My angel. All mine," Jeongin rambled, nuzzling your chest. You gulped, catching your breath, "Yours, all yours," you slurred, patting his head. Jeongin chuckled, rubbing your sides, "Was I too rough at any point?" he asked, tracing circles on your tummy. You shook your head, "Nope. Loved it all," you said, rubbing his ears. Jeongin sighed, pulling you by the waist, "Sit up, angel," he said, handing you a glass of water. You gulped it down, not realising you were that thirsty. He smiled, "Give me a minute," Jeongin said, bringing in cup noodles. "By the time we're done washing up the noodles would be ready," he said, pouring hot water into them. You giggled, taking his hand after he finished preparing, "I love you," you said, kissing his cheek. Jeongin twirled your waist, hips pressed against each other, "I love you more," he said, kissing your lips.

[shhhsecretsideblog]

Hi, i hope you don't mind if i request to combine 2 prompts in one scenario.

8. "There's so much pressure..."

12. "Come on, you'll be fine. First labour's take ages.

Scenario: a pregnant woman got kidnapped by her obsessive ex-boyfriend, went into labor and begged him to take her to the hospital because she can't be having the baby in his basement, but he refused. Go as wild and dark as you want.

Thanks 💌

Thanks for the request anon, this was delicious to write. Only prompt no.8 has been included as the other didn’t naturally fit in to wherever the hell this story went. I swear I have no control, these stories take on a life of their own. You said go wild and dark, so… 😈 Trigger warnings; kidnapping, vomit, blood, violence, mental instability, death (not mum or bubs dw), oh and of course fpreg & birth. Hope you like it

Chained

Libby’s eyes fluttered open. It took a moment for her vision to focus but when it did she realised nothing was familiar. The room was dimly lit, no natural light source, only a singular light bulb hanging from the ceiling. Dark grey bricks formed each of the four walls and the floor below was concrete and rough. She was lying down, on old discoloured bedding on a rickety metal bed. Where the hell was she?! She tried to push herself upright, but she discovered one arm could not be moved. It was handcuffed to the bed!

“What the hell…” Libby muttered.

“Ah… you’re awake.” Came a voice from the shadows.

Stepping into the light Libby saw a man walk towards her. It was Scott, her ex boyfriend. He looked awful. She’d not seen him since they broke up 18 months ago. His hair had grown, now matted and unkept, dark circles hung beneath his eyes and his usually clean shaven chin now sported a severe and dishelved five o’clock shadow.

“…Scott? Where… where am I?” She asked confused and still a little bit groggy.

“You’re at home darling. I rescued you.”

Libby’s brain whirled into overdrive. She remembered going to a midwife appointment, it was her final check up before her due date, she finished the appointment and headed back to her car. She had stopped just before opening the door, hearing something behind her, and then…. everything went black.

“Rescued me?! From what?” Libby asked, managing to push herself to a sitting position with her one free hand.

“From making a mistake. Did you really think you could keep me away from my baby?” Scott drawled, his eyes staring hungrily at her pregnant stomach.

“What the fuck are you talking about? We broke up, I moved on. This isn’t your baby!”

Libby’s outburst was rewarded by a forceful smack across the face. The distinctive metallic taste of blood soon filled her mouth. She was shocked into silence.

“We were great together! We were happy; we were going to get married, have a family, and then… Brendon came along. Poisoning our relationship, turning you against me, stealing you for himself. No! I won’t let him take this away. I’ve brought you home baby… so we can be together.” Scott’s hand touched her bump and his eyes widened in glee. “Where we can be a family.”

This man was insane, Libby thought, realising the true danger of this situation. It was one thing having an ex that still held a candle towards you, but this was way beyond that. She knew Scott hadn’t taken the break up well, but since the split he’d clearly disappeared into a realm of utter delusion. The baby in her womb shifted, feeling the fear of its mother. Scott’s mouth twitched into an uncomfortable grin, feeling the child move. Libby daren’t say anything, it was clear he was unstable and there was no telling what might set him off.

“Rest up sweetie. I’ll get you some food, you must be hungry. Eating for two and all that.” Scott said cheerfully, removing his hand from her stomach and disappearing upstairs.

Libby looked down at her stomach and her handcuffed wrist. She didn’t feel hungry at all. Only nauseous.

~•~

Scott returned and brought her food. Libby didn’t say anything, didn’t move, too scared of accidentally provoking him. He left the tray of sandwiches and crisps on the side table next to the bed and disappeared upstairs, offering a firm “Eat” before he went.

Her memories had returned as she gradually came around from whatever drug Scott had administered. Brendon and Libby had decided to have a little trip away this weekend before the baby came. A baby-moon as they say. They’d told all their friends and family they’d be out of town and without signal for a few days, but this morning Brendon called to say he had a work emergency and they’d have to cancel. That was fine, Libby would just go visit her parents instead. Only she never got a chance to call her parents after the midwife appointment. Everyone thought her and Brendon were away, and Brendon thought she was at her parents - no one would realise she’d been kidnapped.

Her stomach rolled with fear. She needed to think, find a way out of here. Wherever “here” was…. Where the fuck had Scott taken her? She didn’t recognise the room, it could be anywhere. She looked over at the plate of food and her heart sank. She recognised the crockery - this was his family’s cabin, in the middle of the woods.

~•~

Days. She’d been there days. Her family and Brendon would hopefully know she was missing by now. But they’d never find her here.

Scott continued to visit, to bring her food, to talk the baby in her womb. He’d offered to bathe her once, disgusted by the thought she refused. When he tried to get more forceful, hitting her again, she faked practice labour pains and he thankfully left her alone to rest.

She barely spoke to him anymore, too fearful to say the wrong thing again, of which she had learnt the hard way. She tried once to play along with his delusion, that he had “rescued” her from Brendon and now they could be a family. Believing her, Scott eventually unlocked the handcuffs, but when she made a break for it towards the stairs of the basement Scott went ballistic. They got into a fight; she kicked and screamed and hit, but he was stronger and in the carnage she fell forward against the wooden stairs she was trying to climb.

Scott was stricter with the handcuffs after that. Libby swore to herself not to try it again for fear of what might happen to the baby if she fell again.

She had been feeling cramps ever since the fall. They weren’t too bad or debilitating, thankfully she wasn’t bleeding which Libby hoped was a good sign and that her baby was okay. The fall was a brutal reminder of the precious cargo she was carrying and she had to be careful.

The next night Libby was awoken by a forceful cramp rolling through her middle, much worse than any of the others she had felt. Curling round her stomach she breathed heavily through the wave until it passed, and she promptly fell back asleep.

It happened again shortly after, pulling her from her slumber and waking every cell of her body as it peaked, like a coil twisting tighter and tighter. She pushed herself up to sit on the bed. The room was pitch black - Scott controlled the lights and was the only way she knew if it was day or night. She rubbed the aching cramp rolling across her tightened belly with one hand, the other remaining chained to the bedpost. She wished she could move, to walk it off, but with the handcuffs and the darkness she had little options. Instead she got on her hands and knees and rocked steadily through the pain.

“Please be practice contractions…” she whispered to herself. “You can’t come now baby, you’re safe in there. Wait until we get outta here okay?”

The cramp eventually eased and after a few minutes waiting for the next, Libby let herself sink sideways back onto the bed. The baby had got the message, it was just practice pains, she thought to herself as she drifted back off to sleep.

~•~

The light to the basement flickered to life followed by the familiar stomping of feet on wooden steps.

“Morning sweetheart. How’s the mother of my child today?” Scott said in such a cheerful caring tone it caused a shiver to roll up Libby’s spine.

She glared at him from the bed, lying down under the covers half asleep and curled around her bump.

“Still not talking to me eh? Oh well. It won’t be long before I have a son or daughter to talk to.” Scott drawled, as he placed a cup of water and slice of toast onto the bedside table.

Another cramp squeezed her belly and Libby sucked in a breath, hissing through her teeth. She could feel her stomach hardening beneath her fingers as the practice contraction squeezed.

“Honey, are you alright?” Scott’s eyes pinched in cautious concern.

“Just a kick.” Libby said, schooling her face back to a neutral expression.

“Excited to meet their daddy no doubt.” He gleefully said making Libby feel sick.

This baby is NOT yours! She cried in her head.

“Get up and have some breakfast. I’ve got some things to show you today.” Scott said, offering a hand to help her up.

Libby ignored his hand and pushed herself upright. “What things?”

“All in good time my dear. It’s a surprise.” And with that he disappeared back upstairs with a gallop.

She could hear banging and thumping above her and wondered what on earth he was doing. Her stomach growled and she reluctantly nibbled on the toast that was provided. After eating she was left solely with her thoughts and the noises from upstairs. Plus the occasional cramps that continued to plague her. Sitting down became too frustrating and she managed to get herself to standing right beside the bed. Her arm was pulled uncomfortably far forward by the handcuffs, but at least it relieved the pressure in her hips.

The baby felt so low, like it was grinding on her pelvis. But she did feel like her breathing was better now. Libby tried to focus only on the positives and did not dwell enough to realise this meant the baby had dropped into position for birth.

She stayed standing as long as she could beside the bed, riding out the braxton hicks and swaying her hips side to side, but eventually her legs ached from the awkward position so she return to sit on the bed.

The practice contractions continued to wash over her whilst Scott was banging away upstairs. Libby was starting to get hot and sweaty and could barely sit still through them. She found herself biting her lips and humming through them, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. She didn’t want to attract Scott’s attention. She ended up back on all fours on the bed, one hand awkwardly attached to the bed while she rocked forwards and back through the rising waves. It was getting harder and harder to stay silent through these pains and it was getting more and more difficult to convince herself these were only practice contractions.

“Ohhhh… we had a deal baby. You have to s-stay in there…. It’s not s-safe…” Libby moaned quietly to her child, the pressure in her hips mounting with every contraction.

The sounds of movement from above made her panic. Scott was coming. Quickly, she moved from all fours and returned to her sitting position on the bed. Sitting down made everything worse - the heavily feeling of the baby so so low caused the pressure to spike. So much so she nearly threw up, gaging slightly at the same time Scott opened the basement door.

She could hear him huffing and puffing as he stomped every step, he was clearly struggling with something, and she saw the “surprise” before she saw him. It was a crib! Oh hell no, she thought to herself. There is no way my baby is being born here and it will never go in that thing.

“Darling…” he cooed as he got down to the basement “I got you something. Well, I got our baby something - a crib!” He said proudly as he placed it at the foot of the bed.

Libby didn’t say anything; saying something negative could earn her a slap, saying something positive he’d think she was up to something.

“Well?” He asked, clearly getting frustrated with her silence.

“It’s… nice.” She said timidly, he didn’t seem any calmer so she added “thank you.”

With that Scott broke into an unhinged smile. “Only the best for my baby. Made it myself!”

Libby felt the familiar tightening of another contraction approaching. Breathing steadily through her nose, she tried to keep any pain showing on her face.

“What do you think of the design?” He urged, unaware of the struggle happening inside Libby’s womb.

“Great.” She gritted out as calmly as she could.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Scott rushed upstairs leaving Libby alone for a minute.

The second he was out of sight her eyes scrunched and she panted erratically. Her hips were on fire, the baby sinking lower and lower. This was no false alarm, Libby finally admitted to herself.

Scott came bounding downstairs with a pile of baby clothes and blankets. “I also got these. I wasn’t sure if we were having a boy or a girl so got a selection of different clothes. And lots of blankets and toys. Everything we could possibly need.”

Libby couldn’t help it but she groaned loudly and curled over her contracting stomach.

“They’re not that bad!” Scott said, referring to the pile of clothes he’d now dumped into the crib.

“Ooooooh Scott….” Libby whimpered, the pain still barrelling through her body.

“Lib? What is it? What’s wrong?” He crouched down in front of her and placed a hand on her knee.

“I think… hooooo- I think I’m in labour. You have to take me to the hospital.” Libby pleaded.

“What? Oh no, you’re not fooling me again.” Scott recoiled away from her, and started pacing. “You- you tried that before remember. And then you tried to run away, to take my baby away! You were going to leave me Lib! No!! I’m not letting you out of my sight again. No way. No one else can have you. You and that baby are mine!”

“Scott… please. I’m having contractions… I need help… I need doctors…”

“No… I can’t. You’re just going to leave me again. I can’t lose you.” Scott shook his head, like he was trying to reorganise the thoughts inside. “You’re just pretending again, you’re not really having the baby, you’re just trying to escape. Well you can’t trick me twice. Nuh-uh. I’ll come back when you’ve stopped the act.”

“No! Scott!” Libby cried but the door slammed before she could say anything else.

~•~

Libby shouted and pleaded for 10 minutes straight after Scott went upstairs, but he never came back down. She stopped when her voice started to crack and when she thought she heard the front door slam.

This baby was coming and she was trapped - handcuffed to a bed in a basement in the middle of nowhere, the only person for miles was her crazy ex boyfriend who was convinced the baby was his.

Despite her wishful thinking, the contractions just kept on coming. It was as if accepting they were real had made them more frequent and stronger. There was no clock down here, she had no clue how often they struck, but Libby was aware of the gaps in between getting shorter.

Being in labour was bad enough but the fact she couldn’t move due to her restraints made everything a thousand time’s worse. In desperation she tried to squeeze her hand out the metal handcuff, twisting and pulling, but when it started to peel the skin off the back of her hand she screamed and gave up.

She couldn’t sit down anymore, the pain in her hips too great. All fours was bearable but her arms ached after too long. She tried squatting and kneeling against the headboard, standing and swaying beside the bed. Nothing helped. She felt like a caged animal; frustrated, angry, scared. All the while every contraction brought the baby closer and closer to being born, a fate she was trying desperately to avoid. She feared something might go wrong, and she was scared what would happen the moments after she delivered. Scott was clearly unstable, would he leave her here chained to the bed bleeding out and take away her baby?! She needed medical help, not only for the birth but for her best shot at escaping.

When Scott returned he found her on her knees beside the bed, slumped over the mattress and groaning heavily.

“You can stop this charade Libby! I’m not taking you anywhere!” Scott shouted from the steps of the basement.

“Mnnnghhh! It’s not a charade Scott! Oh god…. So much pressure….” Libby whimpered into the mattress, her knees widening instinctually.

“Come off it. You put on a good show but I know you’re faking it.”

Libby could only grunt, roaring against the building pressure between her thighs. An unmistakable splashing sound hit the concrete floor and she cried out. “My waters…. Hooo- I’m not - faking - it…” she panted and turned around to face him.

Scott’s face had paled and his eyebrows shot up. “Y-you really are in labour?”

“Yes,” Libby breathed, turning around awkwardly with the handcuffs and her large bump, sitting down heavily on the now-wet floor “please please take me to the hospital now.”

He didn’t say anything, instead he disappeared quickly back upstairs.

“Scott!!!” She cried out, worried he would just leave her there forever.

He returned a moment later carrying a plastic box. “It’s happening! Don’t worry darling, I have everything we need for our baby to be born.”

It’s not your baby!!!! Libby shouted in her head.

Sitting on the floor, one arm slung up over a shoulder stuck in the handcuffs, she rubbed her low and heavy stomach with the other as Scott began to unpack the box onto the table opposite.

“Towels. Gloves. Scissors. Clamps. Ooh more towels. Little sucker thing. Wow it’s got everything we need in here. Great Amazon find.” Scott commented as he rattled off everything inside the box.

Holy shit! He wants to deliver the baby here! Libby stopped breathing for a moment, panic squeezing at her heart. He was never going to let her go. She was never going to get her baby out of here before it was born.

“Scott… you can’t… be serious…” Libby said with strained breath.

“Shhhhh. It’s okay sweetie. I’ve done all the research, watched loads of videos. I know exactly what I’m doing and I will deliver our baby here.”

“But Scott I need a hospital, with nurses and medication.”

“No you don’t. Women birth babies every day. I’ve had months to prepare for this. It’s going to be fine, it’s going to be perfect.” Scott’s sinister smile chilled her resolve and another contraction struck before she could continue arguing.

He checked his watched and frowned. “You shouldn’t be having another contraction just yet.”

“I can’t hooooo control it!” Libby snipped.

“Oooo is this the part where you get all angry at me for doing this to you?” Scott joked with glee.

“You didn’t do this to me! This isn’t your baby Scott, please just let me go.”

“Don’t lie!!!!!” Scott shouted, an angry fire flashed briefly in his eyes and his fists clenched tight, but a second later the ire quickly disappeared. “You’re just scared, but it’s okay sweetie, I’m here and our baby will be fine.”

“Ohhh god…..” Libby grunted, the baby slipping lower and pressing against her cervix. She had to move, this position was unbearable, but her legs were useless during the raging contraction. She tried to push herself up, yanking her hands forward but the handcuff rattled and left her arm twisted backwards. “Mnnhhh- handcuffs…. Please undo the handcuffs…”

“You know I can’t do that Lib.” Scott said reluctantly.

“Please…. Mnghhhhh the baby…. I need to move. Can’t stay like this Scott…” Libby groaned and whimpered as the contraction peaked and gradually faded.

“I’m sorry honey, I can’t risk it. But let’s get you back onto the bed shall we, you’ll be much more comfortable there.”

The contraction had left her winded, Libby didn’t have the strength to argue anymore. But when Scott approached and went to help her up she managed to grit “Don’t touch me!” batting his advancing hands away.

“That’s gonna be difficult when I’m delivering our child.” Scott sarcastically replied.

Libby’s stomach rolled, not from a contraction but at the disgusting thought of Scott between her legs. Nausea bubbled inside, rising up her throat. She retched. “I think I’m gonna be sick…”

Scott jumped back as she dry heaved. “Erm…. I’ll get a bucket. Hang on.”

Libby struggled up to her knees, clinging sideways to the bed, and vomited all over the floor. The force of her stomach expelling its contents pushed the baby against her dilating cervix and towards the birth canal. She couldn’t stop herself from bearing down at the same time.

No no no… don’t push. Her brain cried but it wasn’t something she had control over.

By the time Scott returned with a bucket Libby had crawled back into the bed, leaving behind a puddle of amniotic fluid and vomit on the floor.

“Jeeze Libby, you’ve made a right mess. I’m glad we’re down here now, that would have been a nightmare to clean the carpets upstairs.”

“…water…” Libby panted, curled up on the bed and holding her hardened stomach, too exhausted to do anything other than bear through the labour pains tearing apart her body.

“Okay, sure.” Scott picked up the glass from the table and gently poured it into Libby’s dry mouth. “Everything will be okay Libby, our baby is nearly here.” He whispered, placing a grimy hand onto her bump and feeling the swell, his eyes hungrily lighting up as his fingers caressed the curve.

~•~

She was dying. This was how it would end; trapped in the dirty basement of her crazy ex boyfriend. She never got to meet her baby, or get married, never got to buy her own home, or travel the world. The pain was so much she could barely see. Curled up on the bed Libby groaned into the pillow as the latest contraction squeezed her body in on itself. She was vaguely aware of Scott flapping around the room, he was talking but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. The only thing she could focus on was the mass of the baby’s head sitting right behind her opening, and she was doing everything she could not to push.

The last few hours had been torture. She’d thrashed around the bed, screaming and begging to be freed, to be taken to the hospital. When transition hit she was brought back onto all fours, grunting and pushing without any semblance of control. Scott rubbed her back and encouraged her through it. She didn’t have the strength to bat him off but she did manage to aim her next round of vomiting onto his feet. And all the while Scott refused to unlock the handcuffs and she remained chained to the bed.

Now she was lying on her side over the covers, exhausted, her body completely and utterly drained. Her knees were curled up as much as she could, her bump squashed between her thighs and her breasts. The contractions were right on top of each other and she panted heavily through each one.

Don’t push! Don’t push! Don’t push! she told herself again and again.

“Right, the waters boiled, everything’s disinfected. Clamps and scissors ready. Towel, check. All we need now… is the baby…” Scott muttered, organising and reorganising the equipment.

Ever since the well-timed vomit, he had kept a grateful distance from Libby. He looked through all the toys and clothes in the crib, talking about all the things he would do with his child, trips they’d make, sports they’d play. He was in his own little world, Libby was just a background character.

Relentless contractions kept hitting her one after the other, she breathed as quietly as she could, tears leaking past her lashes from the effort it was taking not to push. She could feel the baby start to stretch her lips, the head inching further and further even without her active pushing. He’d removed her underwear not long after her waters had broken but her dress remained on her sweaty body, thankfully covering her lower half as she laid on the bed. Libby’s legs slightly parted of their own accord as the baby slipped lower. Still curled up on her side, the baby had a clear exit from its mother, but she couldn’t bring herself to move. Scott was ignoring her when she was lying like this and it was the only position that didn’t make her scream. And yet it also proved to be aiding her delivery.

When the next contraction barrelled straight after its predecessor Libby found herself holding her breath and it was only when the burning feeling started that she realised she was pushing. But she couldn’t stop. Gasping another breath she pushed once more, the baby stretching her wider and wider. An involuntary grunt escaped the labouring mother and alerted Scott to her actions.

“Are you…. Libby - are you pushing?! Is it time?” Scott jumped and rushed over to the bed.

Libby curled further over, her face burying into the pillow, squashing her bump and raising her backside. She groaned long and deep as she pushed the baby further out.

“Oh babe, you can’t push like that! You need to get in the correction position for delivery.” Scott said assuredly with all the delusional confidence his “research” had given him.

He took her bent leg, rolling her over onto her back and she screamed. “Scott! No!” The pain was excruciating, her spine was being stabbed, the fire burning between her thighs. She needed to push but she couldn’t when he kept moving her body.

“You need to be in the right position. Come on now, I know what I’m doing.”

“Stop… I can’t… I need to push…” Libby grunted.

“Wait a minute darling, you’re not ready just yet.”

Scott pulled her up to a sitting position and pushed her back against the headboard, pointlessly fluffing the limp old pillows behind her. Her legs were dragged apart and knees were bent and he jumped onto the foot of the bed and looked up her dress.

“Oh my gosh I can see the head!!!” He squealed. He threw her dress up higher, creasing the fabric just below her baby bump, fully exposing Libby’s vagina and the oval shaped crown of the head.

“Push Libby! You can push now!” He urged.

“I’m not-having a contraction-” Libby panted, furious she had been moved into this ridiculous and torturous position. Nothing about it felt right to her body, she wanted to go back on her side, to kneel, squat, anything but this.

“Oh… erm… well on the next one then. Push. No wait, I forgot the equipment.” Scott bounced off the bed and collected all the sterilised equipment he’d been preparing in readiness. “Ha! All that excitement, nearly forgot these.” He placed the items next to him, by her feet. The metal scissors glinted as they caught the light.

A desperate idea began to form in her head, but a contraction soon swept over her and pulled her focus to the burning ring between her thighs.

“Yes!!! Go on Libby! Push!!!” Scott cried.

Curling forward Libby pushed, her body squeezing the baby lower, its head stretching her wider. She grabbed her thighs, gulped another breath, and pushed. The scissors caught the light again with the movement on the bed. If she could just grab them…

“It’s coming, keep it going honey!” Scott yelled and she could feel his trembling hand between her legs.

Libby huffed releasing the push. It was too much, it was too big…

“Come on baby, go again, you’re so close.” Scott urged.

“Hooo-hoooo- okay…. Here it comes….!!!!” Libby threw herself forward curling over her bump once more. With Scott’s focus on the crowning baby she quickly grabbed the scissors and hid them in the gathered fabric of her dress. She screamed as the baby reached a full crown. Panting frantically her body twitched as the baby stretched her so wide she thought she’d be torn in two. Then it slipped further and with a sudden wail the baby’s head was delivered.

“Wow! The heads out, my baby’s head is born.” Scott awed.

Leaning closer his hands trembled towards the newly born head sitting between her thighs. No! You are not touching my baby! Libby thought, and she grabbed the hidden scissors and plunged them straight into Scott’s neck as she released an animalistic maternal wail.

Scott’s eyes bulged out, roaring in agony as the sharp scissors pierced deep into his muscles. He jumped back, standing for the briefest second staring in horror at her, before collapsing to his knees. A drowning choked sound gargled his throat and when he pulled the scissors from his neck the jets of blood sprayed across the room.

Libby watched, in shock at what she’d just done, as Scott clutched his neck, choking and bleeding. After a few strangled seconds he collapsed face first on the ground.

“Oh my god… oh my god….” Libby trembled, adrenaline and fear pumping through every cell in her body. She had to get out of there.

Twisting awkwardly around, she held the handcuff steady with her free hand and pulled her other through the tiny gap. The skin ripped from her hand, the metal scraping bone, she yelled out in pain but didn’t stop pulling until her bloodied hand was free.

It was as if she had left her physical body, the pain a dull echo compared to the survival instinct to get out of this basement. “I’m gonna get you outta here…” she panted, putting a gentle hand over the baby’s head between her legs. She scrambled off the bed, legs bowed as she cupped the head, and rushed toward the stairs of the basement.

Libby was careful, her previous encounter with this wooden staircase not ending well, climbing wide legged step after step towards freedom. She barely made it halfway when she was struck by another contraction. Holding the head with one hand and gripping the bannister tight with the other, her body squatted as it tried to push.

“Mnghhhhhhh! Oohhhhhh hang on baby…. Mnghhhhhh…. Not yet.” She could feel herself pushing hard, the shoulders starting to press against her, itching to come out, but with a firm hand and heavy panting she made it through the contraction.

When she reached upstairs she was surprised how familiar it all was, Scott had taken her here once when they were dating. It wasn’t much, the furniture and decor were dated, but it was a nice family holiday home in a nice rural location. She shuddered when she thought of the secret prison that was hidden below her feet.

Being familiar with the property made her escape easier, she knew the layout and of course where he kept the keys - in the side dish by the fridge. Grabbing the car keys Libby headed for the door and threw it open. But the baby didn’t want to wait any longer.

She hung on to the doorframe for dear life as the raging contraction took hold. “No no no!!!! We’re so close mnnnnnghhhhhh!!!!” Her legs widened as she squatted, pushing uncontrollably against the wall of her hand that held the baby’s head. The shoulders were slipping through… she could feel them stretching… “Ohhh fuck!” She cried, desperately pushing and holding the baby in at the same time.

When the near constant contraction let up just the tiniest bit, Libby made a break for it and ran to the car, both hands between her legs cupping the emerging baby. Unlocking the car with the press of the button she threw open the back door and clambered inside. She quickly locked the door, scared that Scott would somehow still be coming after her, and when she heard the reassuring click of the locks she huffed an exhausted cry.

But the baby was coming, and it was coming now. On her hands and knees in the back seat Libby finally gave in to nature and pushed in earnest, grunting long and deep as the shoulders stretched and slipped out. Lifting up onto her knees to catch the infant she released a primal roar with the final push and the baby slipped into her bloodied hands.

“Ohhhhhh hey baby, it’s okay it’s okay. I’ve got you.” Libby cried, pulling the little boy to her chest. Wiping his face clear he gave a little cough and started crying, soon matched with the tears of his mother.

“We did baby, we got out.” Libby panted and cried, safe with her baby inside the locked car. After a few minutes she wrapped the baby up against her chest with the towel, umbilical cord still connecting mother and child, and she hesitantly opened the door and got into the drivers seat. Starting the engine, Libby drove herself and her new baby to safety.

[xxanaduwrites]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ a residue series installment ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

from the hive 🎙️🐝 : session 1

✎ elementary-teacher!reader (miss.honey) x biker!benny 🏍️

🐝 main hive | sweet talkin’ | honey, are you comin’? 🍯

summary: based off the two parts listed above, spoken from honey’s pov. some never before seen bonus tidbits included to be extended upon in future residue parts ;)

warnings: smoking, talks of violence, arson, potential stalking, some cursing here and there. nothing too crazy.

word count: idek tbh, i oddly wrote it in my tumblr drafts to get me inspired before writing the main residue installments.

💌 requests are open, send ‘em honey 💋

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honey: “y’want some honey in your tea?”

danny: “sure, thanks.”

[ a clanking sounds of what must be a spoon is heard in the background of the recording ]

honey: “anytime, sweets.”

danny: “wait, i’ve seen this before.”

honey: “huh?”

danny: “this company. isn’t that — wait that’s your last name ain’t it?”

honey: “yeah, my pa’s a bee keeper. ma jars the honey with some top secret ingredient that’s got the town buzzin’. whole family business.”

danny: “ah, no wonder you got that nickname.”

honey: “yep, since the womb.”

danny: “interestin’. did benny know that when he met ya?”

honey: “hm…not that i know of. might of. if he didn’t, m’sure johnny must of told him.”

danny: “how’d you meet benny then?”

honey: “how’d i meet benny?”

danny: “yeah.”

honey: “well…you know, i was just mindin’ my own business. working a regular school day at the elementary school on phipps. i was teaching the third grade at the time and johnny’s girls just so happened to be in my class. the main office sent me a note in the middle of the day informing me that the girls would be picked up by their uncle benny. i didn’t think too much of it at the time, hey it wasn’t unusual for kids to be picked up by extended family members, y’know? but i guess i — i had this vision of what he’d be like. fucked up i know, but ya see, i knew johnny. not in the way one would expect. [ honey laughs ] johnny was — well he was mr. davis to me, respectfully so, just like any parent would be to one of my students. but he was also the mr. davis i knew from mass at st. caron’s on the corner of rose and dawn. he’d be walkin’ around in a suit and tie, the whole get up, solemn as he ushered pew to pew with the collections basket for the poor and during communion on sundays 12pm sharp.

danny: “interesting. so i suspect you saw johnny rather often then?”

honey: “oh yeah, every week. went with my ma and pa all the time and like clock work he was there. such a clean cut dignified family man. so it was no surprise for me to be taken aback by benny’s appearance when he pulled up at the school yard.”

danny: “did he bring his bike?”

honey: “hell no! had johnny’s car. ‘twas a real trip with his colors on and a cigarette propped between those pillowly lips of his.”

danny: [ laughs ] “i can imagine. when was this exactly?”

honey: “oh it had to be close to the end of june, right before the start of the summer of ‘65. school was just about ending. had a week left or so. oh yeah — yeah, i remember cause it was real hot out too — sweltering heat, like that sticky kind that can only be equated to bein’ stuck in a classroom with a half broken fan. aw it was the worst. i had on this baby pink tank of sorts with thick straps under this overall dress i decked out a while back. it was real cute. had all these flowers and things i embroidered on it.

danny: “right, the embroidery. heard a thing or two about bedazzled patches on the vandal jackets.”

honey: “‘course you did. the skill got me going with the boys. when sonny started riding with ‘em he let me bejewel the fringes of his jacket real pretty. always a good sport. but anyways — yeah so i had this cute little get up on and my hair was all up and out of my face, real messy for the 60s. kinda stuck out like a sore thumb at school, but what shits did i give?

danny: “none?”

honey: “damn right. so yeah, it was kind of funny when benny came strolling up to me, weaving through all the parents like a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit one bit.”

danny: “what were your first impressions of him?”

honey: “i was impressed to say the least. only had my reservations for what — half a minute? yeah, i’d say a good thirty seconds before i was smiling up at him.”

danny: “did he scare you? scare any of the parents, other teachers?”

honey: “i wasn’t scared of him no…as for the others, sure. mrs. rubin was all this and that and the other thing ‘bout him after that, especially when it got more serious and he was waitin’ round the school. she didn’t appreciate the loitering, but he was harmless, as harmless as benny could be. though, i was more refreshed really to see somebody so interesting….so different from everybody else. it made me feel seen, y’know?”

danny: “so what happened next? when he got to you?”

honey: “he’s standin’ in front of me and i’m bein’ a good egg with both girls at my sides, small fingers wrapped around each hand, and i go ‘hi, you must be uncle benny. i’m miss. honey.’ and he takes a good minute to give me a once over, like introducing myself was the craziest thing i could of done. then that thick smokey voice of his went “honey, huh?” and my tummy rumbled up so much so i was sure the butterflies i stitched ripped right off and flew about my dress. [ honey laughs again ] i was kind of just like ‘yep, that’s me’ or whateva, and god i was so sure i fucked it all up.”

danny: “how come?”

honey: “anyone that knows benny knows he’s not a man of many words by any means, so at the time i took his silence as a sign of unimpression. i mean if you took a look at us two — and i mean a quick glance or somethin’, we definitely seemed like an odd pair. but if you really looked rather closely, takin’ the time to absorb every detail, i’d definitely say we were far more similar past the common eye. but, i’ll go into that later. [ honey pauses for a moment ] sorry did i answer the question?”

danny: “you did, you did.”

honey: “good, good….so where was i?”

danny: “you were talkin’ about introducing yourself to benny and him being unimpressed.”

honey: “right, so one of johnny’s girl starts gettin’ all antsy. wants to go. has herself practically all over benny in a beg. her sister — no. her sister doesn’t wanna. the little thing has her hand practically chain locked to mine. so i did what any teacher would do and sweet talked her into going.”

danny: “how’d you manage that?”

honey: “i reminded her that her pa was a good man. that his interests were just as important as her own. that was all it took really.”

danny: “did you still think that later on? still do? after everything?

honey: [ honey sighs and puts out a cigarette she’d been smoking throughout the session ] “i did and i still do. i know some people will say that johnny was no good, that his club only created chaos. really though, the johnny i knew was trying to keep the peace as my benny well — wasn’t. one wrong look in my direction and my man was jumping the fool in seconds flat. and if they got a hand on me, oh they’d have to have a death wish upon ‘em. benny would not stand for that. he’d make their life a livin’ hell for as long as they lived. johnny — no johnny wasn’t like that unless it was real bad. unless someone got real hurt, then he’d fight back.”

danny: “like the bar fire?”

honey: “exactly like the bar fire. sure, a part of me felt bad for the owner. that his establishment just went up in flames like that. but the other part of me was glad those fuckers couldn’t step foot in such a place no more. and on top of i was rather pissed off — still am — by the fact that the owner just let my benny get attacked like that. did nothing to stop it. boils my blood just thinking about it. just thinking about my sweet benny minding his business and gettin’ swarmed for just wearin’ his colors. colors that wouldn’t come off of him once i got my artsy hands on it. he was absolutely obsessin’ with the patches i made. especially the one that said “honey’s hubby” with a big ol’ heart. made my cheeks burn real bad when he’d kiss it before tossing it right back on.”

danny: “i remember seeing that.”

honey: “you do?!”

danny: “yeah, the times i rode with the guys. i caught ‘em doing it here and there. especially when he was ‘bout to mount his bike before a ride. figured it was some sort of good luck charm before i really took a good look at what the patch said. then i realized it was you.”

honey: “danny?”

danny: “what?”

honey: “you gotta stop or i’m gonna be gushin’ the whole rest of this interview without giving yuh the real stuff.”

danny: “alright, alright [ lyon laughs ] back to business. so, what happened after you got johnny’s girl to go with benny? when’d you see him again?”

honey: “funnily enough, ‘twas the very next day. saw him first in the mornin’ y’know at drop off. i figured he gave a ride to the girls again or somethin’ — but no. it was betty who did. she came right up to me that morning to say hello. the hell was i thinkin’? i mean benny had his whole bike on him. no shot in hell he’d bring the girls on it.”

danny: “sure.” [ sarcasm is apparent in lyon’s words ]

honey: “danny no! [ honey laughs ] benny was wild but not that wild. he’d never let anything happen to those girls.”

danny: “i know, i know. only jokin’. i’m assumin’ that’s what drew you to him though?”

honey: “it was definitely a solid factor.”

danny: “understandable. did you go talk to him, at drop off?”

honey: “no, no. I didn’t think too much of it at the time and i couldn’t go shoot the breeze with him anyways. the lot was packed with all these little ones. i had to roll call mine. it wasn’t until after lunch hour during recess that i did.”

danny: “he was still there then? never left?”

honey: “as far as i know, no. had a whole garden of cigarette buds circling his feet like he’d been there for hours.”

danny: “what’d you say when you approached him?”

honey: “said something about the girls not getting out for another few hours and then asked him if he was stalkin’ me off the bat. oh — he offered me a cigarette too, and i took it.”

danny: “ripped the bandage right off i see. how’d he take that?”

honey: “seemed amusin’ to him. he made one of those faces that had all his features turnin’ up real pretty. can never forget that. flat out told me he wasn’t which i found strangely adorable. then — i don’t really know how it happened, but he was changing the subject completely. y’know when you’re having a conversation and ya kind of just naturally switch topics easily, but it’s done so smoothy, like the segue isn’t rough or whatever?”

danny: “yeah, i know what y’mean. the previous topic is wedged in there somehow subtly, but it makes sense why you got there.”

honey: “exactly. but, benny. no — when benny was in the midst of a conversation and started going on about something else there was no ease there. yet, you’d be fooled to think so. that’s how he got us out of most arguments honestly. one minute i wouldn’t be too happy with him about somethin’. probably somethin’ stupid anyways. if not stupid, than definitely about him ridin’ with an injury. always got me nervous. but then of course the next he’d have me wrapped up in his embrace as if five minutes prior hadn’t happened. here, for instance though, i guess the transition kind of made sense? i mean i was goin’ on about my co-worker freaking out about him just parking ship near campus, blabbing about and he’s asking about what time i get out, and if i wanna go on a ride. now, i’m dumbfounded by this. cause what the hell does he want to do with me, y’know?”

danny: “so what did ya do? did ya go with him?”

honey: “what’a ya think, daniel?”

[ an unknown interruption cuts the session here, but lyon obtains all the information from honey he needs — for now, that is ;) ]

[ the tape ends ]

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[ameraincandy]

--𝙲𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚢 !💌

synopsis: A forbidden relationship with your step-brother, no matter what the risk is, you love him so much! Despite them loving your body..

tw: mentions of sex, unhealthy relationships, somewhat angsty, stepcest, somewhat non-con, Be warned sweetheart!💌

bonus: x reader, + your favorite character! 🎀

“You...want to love me? Haha,“ A puff of cigarette smoke hits the center of your nose while the sheets shuffled gently as your step-brother stroked the side of your cheek with a lustful grin, enveloping you in a passionate kiss until it escalated into his arms pushing you down roughly under him, grinding his erection softly onto your bare cunt that elicited a sinful whimper onto his lips.

Until he was satisfied with the kiss, your step-brother pulled away from the assault on your tongue with a string of saliva connecting the two of you as proof, whispering his reply to your confession..

“What a precarious girl you are...♡“

He let out a mean chuckle from his ears perking up on your whining to his cold fingertips tracing circles onto your waist, continuing the grinding motion of his dick with that signature cold grin of his...whereas a labored breath blows under him as you weakly try to push him off, not wanting anymore due to the overstimulation from the previous round.

“C-caan't! I-f-fuu...t-too much! S-something m-might aah!~“

“Stupid sluts like you don't deserve breaks...“

Your pathetic begging only drives his sadistic teasing further, his fingertips leaving your waist as he grabbed your hair, forcing you to look up and beg to his face properly.

“You love me right? Say it again and I might consider it, beg for me to stop fucking you so good.“

Your step-brother commanded as he took out his enraged tip from his boxers, threatening to push it inside you once more and taint your cunny with globs of his thick cum:( - so after he threatened to have intercourse with you again, a chorus of ”iloveyou's!“ was sung by you with a moan, remembering the painful stretch of his cock inside made you desperate to stop him, but it was too late as he flipped you onto your stomach and pressed your ass against his lower abdomen, slipping his painfully thick cock inside you:(!

“God...you took too long to respond that my dick is flaming red to the tip...come now, forget words and let your actions show how you want to apologize to me...“

Your step-brother began to harshly bully his cock against the spot that makes you feel wonders..

“See how your cute pussy is desperately dragging my dick inside you? I'll consider this an endearing apology of yours..🤍”

You buried your head onto the pillow while he continued to roughly thrust inside you, trying to distract you from the pain as his lips decorate your back with hickeys to ensure that his little step-sister was all his!

Even though he could be such a jerk at times, your naive little self couldn't help but love your step-brother so much...even if it's eating away at what sanity you have left, at least he's filling up the empty space in your heart, and well, your womb too?

—♡

[euphor1a]

Namjoon gives you a belly bulge

thirst drabbles (7/∞)

fandom » bts

pairing » namjoon x f!reader

rating » 18+ (minors dni!)

genre » smut, established relationship.

word count » ~ 550

warnings » profanity, dom/sub undertones, belly bulge, big d*ck!joon, size kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, lmk if i missed anything!

Another whimper escapes you, eyes closed shut from the bliss that enraptures your mind and body. Namjoon buries his nose in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. His hand, gentle yet firm, puts pressure on the bulge that has appeared in your belly. You gasp, soon followed by a groan that reverberates in his throat.

“Would you take a look at that! Fuck. Your little pussy can’t even take my cock properly.” He nips on the sensitive flesh of your neck. You jerk a little in response, overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock filling you up so well. Namjoon repositions himself to look into your eyes.

“Look at me, baby, c’mon.”

The moment you open your eyes to meet his gaze, he starts to pull out. You shudder, feeling all those veins and ridges of his length dragging deliciously along your gummy walls. Before you can process anything else, Namjoon thrusts back inside. You cry out as you’re pushed upwards from the force.

“Joonie—” your voice is small, barely audible. He sets a pace that is ruthless, cock repetitively hitting all those sweet spots inside you. The sounds you make with each of his thrusts are like punctuation. Your eyes roll back whenever his tip brushes over your cervix. You’re overflowing with fluids, leaking and gushing around him. Some of it runs down your inner thighs, slathering over him also.

“You’re making a mess, baby, fuck.” Namjoon catches your lips in a searing kiss. Your back arches, breasts pressing into the hardness of his chest. He growls when he feels your pebbled nipples against his skin.

“M– ugh, I need more!” you whine, breaking the kiss abruptly. Your hips buck up to match his rhythm. Namjoon lets his hand slip between your joined bodies, gently stroking the belly bulge.

“Oh baby,” he rasps, “wonder how your cute tummy will look when all nice and round.” Your pussy clenches when you realize what he’s implying. “You’d love that, won’t you? Do you want me to breed your little womb? Yeah?”

“Fu–fuck— Joonie! Yes!” A strange wave of carnal desire pulses in your body. Namjoon notices immediately.

“Is that what you want, hm? Pretty tits full of milk for our baby who’ll grow inside your tummy?”

You shudder against him, his hips roughly pounding into you. He takes the hold of your left leg to place it on his shoulder, cock now hitting deeper into your pussy.

“I’m gonna fill you up with all my cum, baby,” he mutters under his breath, pressing a kiss on your stomach. “And you’re gonna keep every single drop of it in your pussy like a good girl. Okay?”

However, you’re way too preoccupied to answer his question, brain addled at how good he’s screwing you, promising you things you’ve never dared to think about. Namjoon doesn’t appreciate your silence. His hand slowly runs down from your belly bulge to clit, a shocked gasp escaping you.

“Answer me, baby. You’ll keep my entire load inside your pussy like a good girl, right?”

You clench around him upon those words, lips moving to utter a breathless “yes”. Your teary eyes meet his, head nodding fervently. Namjoon can’t help but groan at your eagerness, thrusts turning sloppy.

He loves you so, so bad. And it will be the same for your kid.     

˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 author’s notes ꒱

thank you so much for reading <33!! i hope you enjoyed it hehe 🫣! this a repost from my old blog but i edited it and added more... stuff 🥴! apologies for any mistakes left in there!

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[sxyce]

cockstarved!slutkaeya with a modest reader.

♡>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

💋 | Slut!Kaeya with his tits out in the open so you can't help but stare in public. It doesn't matter how cold it was, your gaze warms him up from the inside out.

💋 | Pussy player, once he has you charmed he'll have you chained by the clit. There's never enough begging for this man to even consider stopping.

💌 | Slut!Kaeya that had his eye on you for a long time, until you found him one night drunk out of his mind and you actually listened to his sorrows.

💋 | Slut!Kaeya that fucks anyone that had your feature afterwards to relieve himself, even then it wasn't enough for him to cum. He isn't moaning your name, eyes to back of his head to see your body instead of the peeson below him or else he can't cum.

💌💋| Like Pervert!Alhaitham he sends you sweet darling letters, framing himself as your secret admirer and watching you from the alleyways as you read them. Cock in hand with a wild look on his face.

💌 | Slut!Kaeya that cooes and awws at your mannerisms, girl next door type vibe . He finds you so cute, he'll wait to have you but god the way you tuck your hair behind your ear makes him want to see your wellkept self disheleved under him. He'll bide his time and snake his way to your heart then under your pants soon enough.

💋 | Slut!Kaeya that starts his seduction early, his hand on his arm one day and the next his hand on your waist. The day after he's right behind you as you talk, crotch to your ass. He isn't just talking to you, he's whispering it in your ear and watching your skin burst into a flush. Relishing in the way his touch on your skin makes you jump.

💋 | Slut!Kaeya that dreams of corrupting you. The way you amiably hold yourself and talk to him is so cute his dick twitches whenever you smile.

💋| Slut!kaeya who earns your respect by being consistent with his pursuits, and gauges your curiosity by being subtle about his interest.

💌| Slut!Kaeya who sends you flower bouqets with hand written cards hanging off of the cover. Knowing exactly what it takes to woo a church girl like you.

💋| Slut!Kaeya that like backshots infront of a mirror, pulling you by the hair and making you watch yourself in shambles on his cock.

💋| Slut!kaeya that loves to fuck you senseless, driving you mad while he whispers about how your womb was his to breed.

GUESS WHO'S BACK AT IT AGAIN. Anyway, thank you for the support for the Pervert!Alhaitham post. I appreciate it greatly, if this post does well I might release Needy!Scaramouche.

[copiousloverofcopia]

💌💗VALENTINES LETTERS💗💌

More amazing Valentine Letters!

Thank you to everyone who commissioned me for them! Also, I will only be sharing the ones I was given consent for so thank you to those who were ok with the share!

Here is the next one for my wonderful friend @captaingrebelguf featuring her favorite pairing, Terzo and his Prime Mover (my OC) Alessandra!

If you want to read their story there is a whole lot of fics based on them starting with Tied as One Eternally. Other follow ups can be found on my pinned post under Terzo!

(see below for clear letter content)

Amore,

I hope this letter finds you well, and I apologize for not sending it sooner. I know you have spent the day watching over the little ones and are probably exhausted, but I implore you to do me a favor. Ask Primo to watch them for when I get out of the office—I promise you won't regret it. You see, I have been sitting here all afternoon having to listen to Copia drone on and on about some stronzata with the tour all I can think about is you. 

How velvety and slick your folds felt against my tongue as you roll your hips to match with my rhythm. Fuck—I can taste you even now. Dripping as I come up to suck on your clit. Your body, quickly succumbing and drenching me. Only too happy to be devouring you so intensely that I cover your shaking thighs in my paints. 

Oh dolce Lucifero all'Inferno, how badly I wish right now that I was pounding away inside that beautiful pussy of yours. Fucking you so hard from behind that you bruise. Screaming and moaning in delight. Your hair, tangling within my fingers as your ass rebounds over and over again off my lap. Feeling how beautifully you pulse and purr as you start to cum. My name, spilling from your lips as you squeeze my cock so tightly inside you. I won’t be able to help myself you know?

Filling you so full of my seed. Putting it right where it belongs, packed tightly against your womb. Have you dripping with me for days. My scent all over you—letting all the ghouls know just who you belong to. 

Speaking of which, we can invite Omega if you want. I can tell that our new Papa’s anecdotes have damn near put him to sleep too. Maybe we can liven the day up for him as well, si? Anyways amore mio, see you soon. And Alessandra let’s meet in the office, for old times sake. 

Love your Husband,

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo)

Notes: 

Stronzata-Bullshit

Dolce Lucifero all'Inferno- Sweet Lucifer in Hell

Amore mio- my love

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: park jongseong x f! reader

warnings: hentai pics + lactation + stepcest + infidelity + breeding + pregnancy + creampies + womb fucking + hentai-esque dialogue + milf! reader + daddy kink + multiple rounds + exhibitionism + inflation

💌: ok ik im supposed to be working on requests but i cant stop thinkinf ab this with stepbro! jay

this scene from this hentai is stuck in my head!!!!!! so enjoy this bc im high and my clit took control of my brain !

imagine stepbro! jay and milf! stepsis! reader sneaking around behind their family’s back!!!! going on a small vacation w ur family and you and jay get rooms next to each other which allows u two to fuck ‘nd not get caught.

it’s late at night when jay sneaks into your room after having waited for your parents, kids and your husband to fall asleep. he nearly salivates imagining you carrying his child, pretending it belongs to your husband even though people swear the kid has jay’s some of features.

jay finally makes it to your room and quickly slips inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. “hey sis,” he teases knowing how you secretly enjoy the reminders of your taboo relationship. youre on him in a second, smashing your lips together while untying your robe and freeing jay’s cock of his boxers.

jay slaps your hands away before forcing his dick deep inside your pussy, the tip of his length slipping past the opening of your womb. “fuck, jay, you’re hitting the b-back of my pussy,” you say, walls accommodating to the thickness of his cock. “your pussy’s so tiny, sweetheart. ‘m gonna flood your insides ‘nd fuck a kid into you.” your eyes roll into the back of your skull at his words and he keeps going, “you’ll have my baby, won’t you? gonna make your stepbrother a daddy, right?” and you fucking nod, screams of yes and daddy filling the room along with the wet sounds of your pussy squirting on his cock and your breastmilk spraying all over jay’s face, his mouth suckling on your other tit.

when he cums it stuffs you full, your eyes widening in surprise as you gag, some of his seed leaking from your open mouth.

[sebsxphia]

no thoughts just thinking about breeding kink finn and how he would talk you through why each position is optimal for getting your pregnant while he fucks you

no thoughts just…brrr 😵‍💫🤤

you’re a fucking menace for this i stg

dude and he’s pulling out proper old victorian wives tales too. “that’s it, baby. if you bounce on me like this, all my cum will work with gravity and your continual bouncing will ensure it goes everywhere.”

“shit. you see, this, position baby,” while your legs are hooked over his shoulders, “this ensures my cock is hitting your cervix with every thrust. i’m as close to your womb as i could be.”

“let me tell you why they call this the mating press-” you interrupt finn with your hand covering his mouth, “finn, i think i fucking know. just shut up and fuck me, you feel incredible right now.”

truly. just head empty rn. just brrrrrrr 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 thank you so much for this insane thot my love, holy shit!! @topguncortez never wanting you to miss out on the finn thots either!! 💌

[palioom]

Cunt (game)

-💌

another oberyn one, different fic tho🖤

“Fuck your sweet cunt so full of my seed, make your womb take me and make you round again.”

Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in

[jaegerdilf]

Hi! I saw your post asking for obey me suggestions and I wanted to ask you. if you had to imagine a threesome between MC, Diavolo and Barbatos, how would it play out?

pairings: diavolo + barbatos x f! reader

warnings: threesome + mean dom! barbatos + soft dom! diavolo + double penetration + fingering + praise + degradation + demon cocks + anal

💌: i need dia carnally it’s insane + i have a thing for monsterfucking so barbatos has a, no pun intended, barbed cock (think feline)

a threesome with diavolo and barbatos is.. intense. diavolo’s cock is so thick, he takes his time stretching you out on his fingers first, muttering soft praises and words of encouragement when he thinks you’re ready, laid beneath you as you work inch after agonizing inch inside until you’re trembling. he’ll wait until your cunt accomodates to his size, so deep inside that the tip of his cock kisses your cervix as you ride him and muffles your soft whines with tender kisses until you’re begging for him to fuck you.

barbatos watches as the young master fills you up and then, when you’re finally seated on his cock, the butler splays a hand on your back, pushing you flush against diavolo, your tits pressed against his muscled chest and then teases your tight rim with his long cock, threatening to slip inside.

when diavolo gives his first experimental thrust then he’ll finally fill you up in one go, reveling in your pained whimpers as he fucks his barbed cock into you with no warning, nearly stretching you beyond your limits. unlike diavolo he’s a bit cruel, throws degrading words at you and has a wicked smile on his face when you cry from the pain and how mean he is.

“such a good girl, aren’t you, princess?” diavolo praises, large hands gripping your hips as barbatos’ thrusts work you over his cock, moans escaping you every now and then. “on the contrary, my lord. it seems she’s turned into a greedy little whore,“ argues barbatos, his thrusts unrelenting and powerful.

you can’t even voice a denial, wanting to tell him that no, you’re not a greedy whore, but it’s impossible with how full you are, soft whimpers falling from your lips instead when diavolo starts to grope your chest, the demon apologizing as his touch grows harsher, desperate to cum inside and fill your womb with his seed.

diavolo reaches his climax first with you following close behind, your third orgasm washing over you but that doesnt stop barbatos. it seems to encourage him to fuck you even harder, cock dragging against your tight walls.

the way he uses you like a doll, overstimulating you until quiet sobs reach his ears has you clenching around diavolo’s length again, creaming around him as the sound of barbatos’ grunts and of skin meeting skin fills the room until he finally cums, his thick semen clinging to your insides.

[minminyoonjii]

Spell [Chansung/Fem! Reader]

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🕯Summary: Jisung knew it was a bad idea to jerk off in the hallway but watching Chan and you play together plus the crude moans from your laptop, made his cock throb.

🌹CW

Tentacle Dildo Cock Sleeve|Tentacle Hentai|Edging|Masturbation|Frottage|Grinding|Multiple Orgasms|Voyeurism|Threesome! MMF|Degrading Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Rough Sex|Dom! Bang Chan|Sub! Han Jisung|Squirting|Pussy Gape|Pervy! Reader|Instructions|Cunnilingus|Overstimulation|Oral Fixation|Fingering|Daddy Kink|Free Use|Teasing|Cum Dump|Very Sensitive Pussy|Sub Space|Deep Penetration|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 1.9K

Chan raised an eyebrow, hearing loud obscene moans from this room, 'Hah, ah, fuck yes! I can feel your dirty cum defile my fertile pussy, Yamada-kun.' he heard, muffled behind his door. He knocked, "Princess what are you watching?" he asked, opening the door. You looked over your shoulder, "Tentacle porn," you said, chewing on the gummy worms. Chan pressed his tongue beneath his bottom lip, "Oh, yeah?" he asked, lifting you onto his lap and hooking his chin over your shoulder. 

You nodded, watching the squid boy drill its tendril deep into the character's pussy. Chan nipped your ear, "Is this what you like, baby? Want your tummy bulging around Daddy's cock, yeah?" he whispered, licking your cheek. You shivered at the gravel in his voice, "Daddy I'm watching for the plot," you said, trying to hide your arousal. Chan chuckled, rubbing your sides, "I believe you, princess," he said, nosing your jaw. 

'Right there fuck! Fill my pathetic womb with your seed!' Jisung heard, standing by the door with his jaw dropped. His mind spun contemplating whether to close the door and walk away or stay and watch. More moans echoed into the hallway, spurring his cock to harden within his pants. Jisung bit back a hiss, his hand instinctively teasing the hem of his sweats. You squirmed on Chan's lap, trying to find a comfortable spot. 

Chan groaned into your ear, "Watch how you're moving, princess. You wouldn't want Daddy to interrupt your show now would you?" he whispered, shifting your clothed cunt right against his throbbing bulge. Jisung shivered, hearing Chan's voice over the crude moans from your screen, 'Fuck it' he thought, slipping his hand into his warm boxers, his cockhead leaking through the fabric. He clenched his jaw, trying his hardest not to thud his head against the wall as he stroked his leaky cock within his pants. 

Chan gripped your hips, rocking your body forward and backward on his aching bulge. Breathy puffs of air escaped your lips, head cloudy with need. "Daddy please," you pleaded, gripping the table in front of you to ground yourself. Chan grunted, "Get up and strip for me, princess," he said, unbuckling his belt. Jisung's lips wobbled, precum drenching the front of his sweatpants. He pumped his cock within his fist, hoping that the squelching from the show would muffle his own. You stood up, stripping off your skimpy shorts and soaking panties. Chan chuckled low, "So messy, baby girl," he said, swiping his fingers between your slicked folds. 

You tossed your head back, legs wobbling under the stimulation, and just as you were about to reply Chan, your eyes met with someone's. You flinched, alerting Chan instantly, "What's wrong, princess?" he asked, pulling you close. You placed a finger to his lips, and tapped your ear, gesturing to him to listen. Chan furrowed his eyebrows and that's when he heard it. Breathy pants and crude squelching coming from another part of the room. 

Jisung stroked his cock to the sound of the show, barely aware of his surroundings or the fact that you both were silent. Chan looked over his shoulder and smirked, "Dirty Quokka," he whispered, lowering the volume of the show. Jisung furrowed his eyebrows at the change of volume but the buzzing in his ears barely kept him focused. Your breath shuddered, "Ji sounds so pretty," you whispered, rutting your bare cunt on Chan's pants. 

He cooed, reaching down to rub your clit, "Yeah, baby? Do you want to hear Sungie's moans up close?" He asked, tugging back the hood of your clit, exposing the sensitive nub. Drool dripped down the sides of your lips, "Please," you keened, internally praying that Chan would give in to your submission. Chan hummed, lifting you to the bed, "Display yourself for us, baby girl," he said, ruffling your hair. You did as told, tugging off the rest of your clothes and laid on your back, legs spread apart with your aroused cunt on display. 

Chan approached the door and leaned against the frame, "Jisung-ah?" He questioned, a cocky smirk etched on his plump lips. Jisung squeaked, tugging his hand out of his pants. Precum coated his hand and his pants were stained dark. Chan chuckled, opening the door further, "What were you doing, Sung-ah?" He asked, pretending to be oblivious to the mess. Jisung gulped, cheeks burned red from embarrassment but the thrill of being caught made his cock twitch. 

Chan noticed the little motion, his smirk growing wider, "You're such a dirty slut, Jisungie," he said, crossing his arms. Jisung held back a whimper and covered his soiled pants with his hands. Chan clicked his tongue, "Did I say you can do that, prince?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Jisung shook his head, putting his hands awkwardly to his sides, "No, Hyung," he mumbled, hanging his head low. Chan cooed, luring Jisung into the room and locked the door. 

Jisung swallowed an audible gulp when he saw your bare pussy. "Don't you want a taste, prince? I promise she tastes sweet," Chan said, wrapping his arms around Jisung's waist. "Can I?" he whispered under his breath, hands shaky from adrenaline. Chan nodded, "Go ahead, Sungie," he said, taking a seat in the chair, his legs spread with his cock heavy under his pants. Jisung kneeled in front of your cunt, his eyes dilated from the warmth hitting his face. 

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, bringing your body closer to him, "I'm going to make you feel so fucking good, darling," he groaned, flattening his tongue as he licked between your sloppy folds. "Sungie," you whined, lifting your head to make eye contact with him. Jisung hummed, flicking his tongue against your aching clit. You arched your back, rutting your hips forward to chase the stimulation. As he watched, Chan palmed his clothes bulge, his eyes hooded with lust. 

Jisung pulled back, drawing a desperate whimper past your lips, "I'm not going anywhere, darling," he grunted, spitting right on your clit. You hiccuped a moan, "Please, please, please," you babbled, needing more, aching for more. Jisung chuckled, burrowing his face into your cunt, his tongue thrusting deep within your walls. You wailed at the sudden penetration, your body thrashing from the pleasure. Jisung held you down firmly, his biceps bulging from the grip. 

Chan hissed at the chill zipper brushing against his damp boxers, "Curl your tongue, prince," he rasped, pumping his cock at a languid pace. Jisung did as told, curling his tongue deep within your hole, his nose pressed against your pulsing clit. "Hah! Fuck, fuck, ah," you whimpered, arching your body. Jisung's eyes rolled back at the taste of your cunt consuming his mouth. Your toes curled, orgasm threatening to snap when Jisung slipped a finger with his tongue fucking your hole apart, "Cumming, I'm gonna cum," you sobbed, tears spilling down the sides of your face. 

Jisung growled against your folds, sending vibrations through your body.  "Ah! Hah, fuck, hah," you wailed, squirting into his awaiting mouth. Jisung groaned, swallowing your orgasm like it’s second nature, the taste of your slick gushing down his throat made his mind fuzzy. Chan stood behind Jisung, "Good boy," he praised, tucking Jisung's hair behind his ears. "Now undress for me, prince," he added. Jisung stood up with shaky knees, his pants soiled beyond saving. 

He stripped off his clothes, his cockhead red and throbbing slapped against his abdomen. Your chest puffed up and down as you caught your breath. Chan chuckled, stroking your cheek, "Good girl," he praised, kissing your nose. You keened under his touch, melting from his security. Chan cooed, taking out a cock sheath, "Jisung-ah, do you mind wearing this?" He asked, holding up a tentacle-like dildo with a hole that goes through the middle and a cock ring for the toy to stay in place. 

Jisung gulped at the sight, his cock throbbing with arousal, "Yes, yes, please," he begged, aching to know how it would feel wrapped around his cock. Chan smirked, pumping Jisung's cock within his palm, "Such a leaky little thing. How do you control yourself in public, hm?" He teased, easing Jisung's shaft into the appropriate hole, his cockhead peeking out at the top. Jisung dug his nails into Chan's arm, the snug sleeve had ribbed silicon walls that stimulated his cock like an actual fleshlight, "Oh fuck," he gasped, drool dripping down his lips. 

Chan cooed, sinking the toy to the hilt of Jisung's waist and tucked his testicles into the ring, "All done, prince," he said, tapping Jisung's throbbing cockhead. "Hyung," Jisung choked out, using Chan's arm to stabilize himself. "You're doing such a good job, baby," Chan said, standing behind Jisung, his hand aligning Jisung's tentacle cock into your warm tight cunt. Your eyes dilated at the sight of the ribbed dildo, tentacle suckers decorating the sides. 

Chan kissed down Jisung's neck, "Don't forget to breathe," he said, pushing the tip of Jisung's cock into your sloppy hole. Jisung tossed his head back, broken whimpers escaping both of your lips. "Shh, shh. Such good dolls," Chan coaxed, pushing Jisung's hips closer to yours until the toy filled your leaky cunt. "Fuck," Jisung sniffled, holding your hips with shaky hands. You hiccuped a sob, feeling so deliciously full. Chan sat by your head, "Start thrusting, prince," he instructed, covering your mouth beforehand. 

Jisung bucked his hips, instantly making you wail as his cockhead kissed your cervix. Whimpers and groans escaped Jisung's glossy lips, "Holy fuck, hah," he whined, setting a tempo to his thrusts. You sobbed against Chan's palm, muffled cries echoing with the room. Chan cooed, stroking your hair, "Take his tentacle cock, princess. Feel every rib and sucker brush against your warm walls," he whispered, stroking your hair. 

You hiccuped, clenching hard around the toy when suckers rubbed right against the squishy part within your hole. Jisung wailed, head dropping forward from the tight squeeze, "I'm dying," he wheezed, setting an unrelenting tempo. You squealed into Chan's palm, your body quivering, overstimulated from the variations of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back as your body arched. Jisung quickened his thrusts tilting your pelvis forward until he was fucking you into a mating press, "Take it, take it, take fuck it," he babbled, pounding your cunt with the lewd sounds of smacking flesh.

Your orgasm snapped intensely as your body trembled from the shocks. Chan removed his palm, letting you cry out as another orgasm buzzed through your body. Jisung sobbed, cumming deep within your ribbed canal, "Fuck, fuck, hah," he panted, whimpering when your cunt fluttered around him subconsciously. Chan wrapped his arms around Jisung's torso, helping him ease his cock out from your hole, "Precious little dolls," he cooed, kissing Jisung's forehead.

Your mind felt light and cloudy, barely comprehending anything around you. Jisung whimpered at the sight of his cum pooling within your gaping pussy. You tried clenching but it barely closed all the way through. Chan stood next to Jisung, one arm holding him up while another pumped his cock. He groaned, marking Jisung's neck with bites while he stroked his cock with vigour. "Yes, yes, hah fuck," he grunted, cumming directly into your gaping hole. You mewled at the warmth, head spinning deep in subspace. 

Jisung hiccuped feeling his cock dribble more cum at the sight. Chan chuckled a pant, carrying Jisung to the bathroom, "Let's go my subby babies, Daddy's got ya," he said, setting Jisung in the tub. Your lips jutted into a pout, "Daddy," you hiccuped, making grabby hands towards him. Chan chuckled, nuzzling your hair as he picked you up, "Such a sweet little girl," he cooed, setting you next to Jisung. You burrowed into his shoulder with a dopey smile. Chan kissed the top of both your heads, "Precious little things," he said, coaxing you both through the high.

[thegnomelord]

Ooh cool! @lieutnt @auspicioustidings @rodolfoparras,

❤️ how tall are you? 201cm or 6'6

🧡 what is your sexuality? Probably ace, at the very least demiromantic/demisexual

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself? my dick jk, my scars, I got SH scars on my wrists and I've gotten to the point in my life where I can call myself an idiot for what I did without hating them or myself, now they're just part of me.

💚 where are you from? Lithuania

🩵 do you have any pets? Just one very pampered rotty

💙 do you have any siblings? asside from the one I killed one in the womb, no

💜 describe yourself in five words or less! Failing upward

🩷 dream job? A surgeon, though idk which specialty yet

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog? I like combat sports but haven't been able to do any since a car crash fucked my leg up

🎂 when is your birthday? 6/20, a very uninteresting day :/

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising) Gemini

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings? God I wish

🚗 can you drive? Yep, only wrecked the training car 6 times :D

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled? Turkey

🎤 have you been to a concert? No, too crowded for me.

🎵 favorite artists - Imagine Dragons, Ren, Stupendium

🎧 last song you listened too- Ren "Animal Flow"

📺 last show you watched - if we're counting anime: Shrangri-La frontier. I don't really watch TV shows.

📝 last thing you wrote - hold on, need to bring a leg to the necrophiles

🔐 something no one would guess about you - I'm a chameleon who's outgoingness depends on the company I'm around

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you - I was riding a fourwheeler at really high speed and it a rock, the thing fell on me and broke my leg.

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you - I got bit by a patient and needed a herpes shot :/

🍓 favorite food - bananas

🍅 least favorite food - nothing, I'm a human trash compactor and will eat whatever you put in front of me

🍊 favorite season? Spring

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write - fantasy/ dystopian with gore and or adventure.

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be - Optimus Prime, my very first sexual awakening was a 40ton truck with a waif waist.

🫐 some place you’d love to visit - I wanna go to that pit that's been burning for like 40 years, or the world's deepest swimming pool

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you: dependable, and awkward.

🍒 what is your earliest memory - that one where I nearly drowned when I was like 3-4 but my parents keep insisting it didn't happen

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had - the ability to just concentrate without having to check my phone every 10 seconds

💌 why did you start this blog? - idk I got inspired my @lieutnt to write again after like a year of not doing it

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic - when I was like 12, it was back on Quotev

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer - when ppl ask for something I've made clear is a no-go for me.

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write - it just happens, my brain farts and suddenly there's words on a page

📌 what is the fic you’re know for - at first my most popular was the Soap scent kink, but now it's probably the dragon Price one.

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most - Ghost, though I still don't think I characterize him right, and any of the transformers

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for - haven't found them yet

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write - nah,

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often - Generally if a man's able to kill me I'm simping for him

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time - Optimus prime (from transformers Prime) my all time bbgurl

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time - Transformers Prime

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone - transformers Prime

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from - Dragons the nine realms - good god that cash grab gets worse with every season

🌹 favorite kinks to write for - dom/sub, size kink, pain/knife play , breeding

🥀 kinks you would never write for - scat (just ew),

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged - piss (damn you alec), non-con, I kinda want to write some depraved shit.

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons - anything that tickles my brain

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer - @auspicioustidings anything with religion, Shock To The System by Call_Of_Booty on ao3

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change? Go back and bonk my younger self over the head for thinking I could handle the fourwheeler

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you? I haven't done anything too great yet so I guess just living for now.

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome? I was in a very deep rut in school bc I got bullied to hell and the teachers never did shit about it, which lead me getting into a lot of fights.

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important - one of my groupmates gifted me a framed group photo of when our group got our doctor lab coats, I love it because I was always the outcast in school so it's nice to be included.

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you? I'm like a broken record, but TF:Prime, it's what got me into writing when I was 12, it distracted me when my thoughts got too dark, figured if the characters never gave up, neither would I.

Get to Know Me!

This is just a fun little thing I’ve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!

❤️ how tall are you?

🧡 what is your sexuality?

💛 what is your favorite feature on yourself?

💚 where are you from?

🩵 do you have any pets?

💙 do you have any siblings?

💜 describe yourself in five words or less!

🩷 dream job?

🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog

🎂 when is your birthday?

🌙 your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)

💉do you have tattoos and/or piercings

🚗 can you drive?

✈️ favorite place you’ve traveled

🎤 have you been to a concert

🎵 favorite artists

🎧 last song you listened too

📺 last show you watched

📝 last thing you wrote

🔐 something no one would guess about you

🧟‍♀️ scariest thing that’s happened to you

🔥 craziest thing that’s ever happened to you

🍓 favorite food

🍅 least favorite food

🍊 favorite season?

🍋 favorite genre to read / watch / write

🍐 if you could make one character real, who would it be

🫐 some place you’d love to visit

🍇 a word your friends would use to describe you

🍒 what is your earliest memory

🍌 what is one talent you wish you had

💌 why did you start this blog?

✏️ when did you start writing fanfic

🖇️ what are your favorite asks to answer

📚 how do you come up with the fics you write

📌 what is the fic you’re know for

🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most

🖊️ what character do you not enjoy writing for

💔 is there a fic you wish you didn’t write

❤️‍🔥 what character do you simp for most often

🧚‍♀️ favorite characters of all time

🪐 favorite shows / series of all time

🌝 a show you would recommend to anyone

🌚 a show you’d tell people to stay away from

🌹 favorite kinks to write for

🥀 kinks you would never write for

🌊 a kink you would like to write but you think you’d be judged

❄️ full fics, imagines or head canons

☂️ your favorite fanfic from another writer

A couple of in depth questions!

🍄 what is something that’s happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?

⭐️ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?

🪻what is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say you’ve successfully overcome?

🌺 what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important

🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?