#BUT LOOK AT MA MAN HIPS THRUSTING

[iiiiiiis-things]

idk just thinking about how you burst into your home damn near slamming the door shut, only for toji to stop it with the large palm of his hand before he smoothly walks in behind you. you're on 10 right now, stomping and shouting around the house (while your husband follows like a lost puppy) until you make your way to the kitchen yelling something about how it was "totally unnecessary to punch him" honestly toji didn't even know what the hell you were going on about, i mean he wasn't even listening. he silently convinced himself that it wasn't his fault- no it was definitely yours that he couldn't focus on the sweetness of your voice. i mean he just couldn't stop himself from trailing his eyes down to your ass, sinfully watching from his stance at the doorway as it jiggled with each hard step you took. "you can't keep doing this shit man-" your words go in one ear and out the other, again wasn't his fault, he can't help but think about is how fucking sexy you look right now. lace tussled into a slight mess, lip gloss smeared across your puffy lips because of how much you opened your fat ass mouth out of anger, and that dress ? oh that dress is what gotten you in the situation in the first place, the way it hugged your frame perfectly, mapping out each of your curves in all the right ways. had you not wore it like he told you to he wouldn't have had to beat his boss ass for staring at you a little to long. lashes that had been ripped off are still in his car, sitting prettily right on his dashboard, he couldn't care less in fact he was glad you took em off ecstatic even, toji loved to see you natural, toji thought you were so god damn fine

"what ?"

...did he say that out loud ?

"nothin'" he muffled out "are you even listening? see this the shit i'm talking about-"

toji wanted nothing more than to bend you over the kitchen island and shut your big ass mouth with each deep stroke he gave you, dick hitting deep in that gummy area that always turned you into mush whenever he found it, but alas he didn't, he knew you were angry, just didn't know why. aren't you glad he protected you from the preying eyes of his boss ? did it cost him his job ? maybe.. but it doesn't matter because it was all for you, his lovely wife. "here asshole" toji finally snapped out of his head when he felt you shove something against his chest before walking off. noodles ... you made him-

"a cup of noodles ?" he questioned following you out the kitchen "you didn't eat at the party." the scar on his pretty lips decided to rise. oh how sweet you were, even after being so pissed at his possessiveness you still cared enough to make sure he ate before the night was over but there was still one problem.. "you didn't either" "i'm not hungry." once you reach the bottom of the stairs he stops dead in his tracks "baby- where you going ?" "to bed." no hug ? no kiss goodnight ? no invite ? oh he fucked up.

smut! under the cut (18+)

"now do you forgive me?" voice comes muffled from beneath you as you ride out your nth climax of the night your husband had been sucking and licking into you for hours drawing out orgasm after orgasm. and shit were you ovulating? because you just can't get enough. "fuck" you roll you head back in pleasure riding the sweet sensation of his nose repeatedly brushing against your clit

*smack!*

"i asked you a question mama" you moan loudly at the combination of the nickname and his tongue thrusting in and out of you hitting that special spot each time. "y-yes baby" you grind down to match the rhythm of his tongue as he begins to play with the fat of your ass tugging and gripping tightly, encouraging you to move your hips faster "'m sorry baby, so so sorry" his lips wrap around your rednend clit while he stuffs two fingers into you. at this point you were so overstimulated but you just couldn't stop riding his face even if the world was ending. bringing a hand to his hair you push it back unveiling those gorgeous green eyes. toji looks up making eye contact with you, you begin feeling the tension that was building up about to finally burst (again) "i didn't mean to upset you" he wraps his fore arms around your things getting you to grind down even harder against his perfectly fat nose "i-it's okay toj- fuck you're so deep" "i just don't like when other boys stare at you" he couldn't even bring himself to call his boss a man. a man would never violate a women's privacy like that, basically eye fucking her while she's out with her man. you felt everything, every touch, and god you were so hot, moans were leaving your mouth left and right as you felt him continue sucking, his fingers thrusting into you so desperately as if they were asking for forgiveness too.

this was gonna be a longggg night .

[kissitbttr]

“i’m sorry baby” simon murmurs against your warm skin, large hand coming up to palm your breast under the material of your shirt as he watches you squirm under his hold, fingers kneading your nipple.

“you hurt me, si…” you whine, doe eyes looking at him as you sniffle. “i hate you”

he hums with a nod, peeling your shirt off just enough to expose your naked chest. “i know baby, i know.. was a dick to you, yeah?”

you don’t answer, covering your face with your hands as he continues to pepper kisses down to your stomach. your quiet sobs make simon’s heart breaks.

“fucking asshole”

that almost makes him laugh, but he doesn’t. only smiles. “i was”

“a bastard you are”

he kisses your clothed cunt. “i agree.”

you shudder at the contact, whining. “careful. i just waxed there. I’m a little sensitive.”

he groans. he swears you’re doing that on purpose. “i will sweetheart.”

his fingers move to pull your laced panties down, ever so slowly. his hunger increases the moment his brown eyes settled on your pretty wet pussy.

“christ” he breathes out. “gonna make it up to you, pretty girl. i promise.” he sits up on his knees, looking down at you. glossy eyes looking up at him with a small pout formed on your lips. his cock growing hard under his briefs

‘fuck, don’t look at me like that’ he thinks to himself

puffing out a scoff, you reply “doesn’t mean I’ll forgive you for this si”

he knows. he hurt you. his pretty girl. he made you cry and that’s something he would never forgive himself too. that fight was stupid, he knows that now.

“i know, sweetheart” he pulls the waistband of his boxers slightly, just enough to take his hard cock out before hovering your body. a small gasp escapes your lips when his the tip of his shaft make a brief contact against your cunt. “i didn’t mean to make you cry. was a proper dick. hurting my baby like that, yeah? what kind of a man am i.”

he gives a soft kiss on your lips in which you hum, eyes fluttering shut. he wraps his hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it to your wet entrance while putting his other palm beside your head to support his weight.

you bite down your lower lip trying to suppress a moan when he slides the tip up and down your cunt. mumbling a low ‘fuck’ at the slicky sound of your wet cunt. another loud groan rumbles off his chest when his cock slips in. simon stays still for a while before he sits up straight, hooking his hands underneath your knees, telling you to wrap your legs around his waist.

“gonna fuck you real good, ma” the term of endearment almost makes you cum. as he begins to rock his hips back and forth. he watches you arch your back, soft hands gripping around your tits with pretty moans falling off your lips like an angelic prayer. he growls at the perfect sight, making him thrust even faster.

“show you how sorry i am”

[kamitv]

Thinking about Toji who…

Is so big in comparison to you.

He’s simply that— big. His shoulders are so broad that when he’s standing behind you, his shadow almost always casts over you. Even if you’re not exactly small yourself, this man is just fucking huge and beefy.

You’d tease him about it too and “joke” about wondering what it’s like to be put in a chokehold by him. He’d probably put you in one too if you asked nicely.

Isn’t completely broke but damn sure isn’t rich either.

He makes enough money to please you. Although his gambling is a bit of a problem, Toji tries to distract you from it by flattering you with occasional gifts that he bought using his wins.

Toji makes do with the money he has. If he’s not gambling it away, it’s 100% going to you to keep that pretty lil’ smile on your face. He’s happy you weren’t hell bent on marrying a rich man and that you accept him for who he is financially.

Has a breeding kink.

For someone who didn’t do much for his children, he was very determined to fuck you full of his cum after seeing how you sweet-talked some little girl on the street. Something about such a small interaction drove him crazy later that night.

Your legs would he dangling over his big shoulders, body folded exactly how he wants you, pussy sopping with every harsh thrust of his hips as he buried his thick cock inside you over and over again— listening to the way you babble his name and watching how your jaw hangs open, eyes rolled back with drool dripping down your chin.

Fuck, you’re a complete mess but he loves it. Especially with the way your cunt spasms around his dick every time he starts talking to you. Toji would have his face hovered right over yours so every breath is shared and the sex is beyond intimate.

Saying things like, “Gonna let me stuff this pretty pussy full of me, huh?” “Yeah? Y’like the sound of that, baby?” “Want me t’make you a mommy? Hm?”

To which you’d just nod along, not against the idea in the slightest but too fucked out to truly respond. Toji would groan at your agreement, heavy balls slapping against your skin whilst his cock splits you open. Huffing an almost desperate, “Uhuh… You’ll look s’pretty walkin’ around with my kid, ma’.”

Is infatuated with your ass.

Toji almost feels as though he shouldn’t go twenty-four hours without feeling your ass at least once. The way the fat fits and molds into his palm perfectly, how soft you are, and the way it’s every movement captivates his attention like a baby with a sensory video is quite amusing.

Even if you didn’t think you had the fattest ass in the world, Toji believes otherwise. He doesn’t care if you nearly fall over every time he slaps your ass as he walks by, hearing the loud smack that follows and the squeal of surprise that leaves your lips makes him happy.

One time, he found you lying on your stomach and saw that as the perfect opportunity to lay his head against your ass, the rest of his body weight rested against your legs and leaving you immobile.

It never really matters what you’re wearing either, he knows what’s under all those clothes so he’ll compliment you on how your ass looks in anything. Though, he will admit that seeing your ass in a tight dress makes his cock spring up.

Would never admit it but is often needy for you.

If you ever call him such a thing, he’ll curse you out while fucking you dumb— claiming to show you just how “needy” he is for you.

He hates when you catch faint pitches in his groans or moans, especially while you’re kissing him. His neck is so damn sensitive, more-so right under his jawline, so whenever your lips and tongue swipe against that area, his throat would vibrate with a deep groan. And fuck if you’re sitting on top of him, steadily rocking your hips against him, you may catch him slipping and he might just whine-

Not that he’ll ever admit he did or does.

Hates when you ignore him.

And you know he hates it too so that’s exactly why you do it.

After any argument, you just go quiet and start giving him those annoying little mhm’s or uhuh’s, clearly not paying attention to a word he’s saying.

Sometimes you ignore him on accident though, not that it changes how much he hates it. It’s usually when you’re working on something or trying to focus and he’ll come talking to you only to receive silence in response as everything he’d just said goes through one ear and out the other.

Typically, he fixes this problem by getting really close to you and talking right against your ear, forcing you to hear every word he’s saying and smiling at the way you find his lips ticklish against your skin.

Forgets important dates sometimes.

He once forgot your anniversary with him and you put him on sex ban for a month. To you, it should’ve been longer but Toji tried his best to make up for his forgetfulness during that month.

Forgot Megumi’s birthday but was happy to have you there to remind him. Again, you scolded him and he promised to work on it.

Doesn’t bother getting jealous.

The fuck is he getting jealous for? You’re his woman. Any man that looks at you doesn’t disturb Toji’s peace, he knows you’ll never leave him (he tells you that you’d be dumb to do so).

If he ever caught someone flirting with you, he’d casually walk up to you and shower you in lewd kisses and touches just to scare the person off. Toji will walk up mid-conversation and grab a firm hold of your jaw, tugging you toward him just to press his lips against yours. After which, he’s dragging his kisses down to your neck, moving a hand to your waist and the other to your ass, silently telling others to fuck off through his touches alone.

Would kill for you.

This should be obvious too. Taking some’s life for you is no different than his job— even though you don’t know much about it…

He may not tell you he’d murder someone for you but if you seemed distressed enough by someone’s presence, Toji will have them dealt with. You’d later ask “Hey, what happened to…” Only to hear that they got into some “strange accident”. But in reality, your lover had disposed of them.

Cherishes you in his own way.

He doesn’t say anything too sappy to you but he does have his ways of showing his love for you.

Toji has a tendency to stare at you, admiring your features and wondering how or why the hell you still put up with him. You’re so perfect in his eyes that sometimes he thinks you deserve someone better and less forgetful or violent.

And yet, every time he comes home— you’re there with that sexy smile of yours and gentle voice that drives him crazy.

Pet names with Toji slip off of his tongue naturally. “You look s’pretty today, doll.” “Love you too, pretty girl.” “I like your hair like that, ma. Looks nice.” “C’mon, don’t be mad at me baby, I can buy you more snacks…”

Loves fucking you from behind.

He’s always bending you over some surface or pressing you against some wall. While, yes, he loves that pretty face of yours, he also loves pressin’ it against the bed as his drills his fat cock inside you.

Toji likes watching the way your ass bounces back against him. He loves looking at the arch in your back, watching your nails scratch and scrape at the sheets, and staring at the way your pussy messily spreads around his cock— such a pretty white ring of cum forming at his base.

He’ll get the whole scene even messier too, spitting down where you’re connected, making his cock slip in and out of you faster so he can fuck deeper. Oh how he loves smacking your ass til’ it’s left with marks, gripping onto your cheeks and just toying with you while he fucks you to tears and incoherent cries.

Then he’s teasing you, “C’mon, throw that ass back on me, girl.” “There ya goo, such a good slut f’me, aren’tcha?” “Uhuh, take my cock baby, jus’ like that.” “Look back at me, lemme see those tears, doll.” “Mhm, feels s’good, huh?” “Oh fuuuck, don’t stop. Keep… Keep movin’ those fuckin’ hips baby, doin’ so good f’me.”

Doesn’t mind listening to you ramble.

You’re a talker, that’s for damn sure. In the beginning of the relationship, he thought he’d grow to hate how much you talk but he actually loves it.

When you talk about your day or any drama that’s happened, he’s happily sitting there listening to every word. Hell, sometimes Toji even makes sassy comments, “Girl, you need better friends.” “You told her off? Type shit.”

And if you pay attention close enough, you may notice how he’s picked up on things you say and started saying them himself. Whatever phrases you often use, you’d catch him using from time to time & you think it’s just the cutest thing in the world.

Would lose his mind if you ever called him Daddy.

You did it one time as a joke and you nearly got pregnant the same night.

A/N: Not proofread— apologies for errors. This is for those that requested! Lastly, UHM HELLO THANK Y’ALL FOR 3K FOLLOWERS HERE? ^.^ y’all are so sweet I’m gonna eat you guys.

[martiniluvr]

18+ minors dni

warnings: overstimulation 🎀

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jason todd who absolutely cannot handle jealousy. who sees red at the slightest lingering stare from a man at the bar while you’re laughing about something you heard at work. who struggles to contain his urge to maim when some asshole ogles the shape of your thighs in your mini dress. who memorises the number plate of any driver who rolls past with their window down to yell out something obscene about your body, knowing the red hood will be paying them a visit later.

it’s probably the lazarus pit talking, but he knows it would be so easy to shatter every bone in their bodies with his bare hands—and, shit, it would feel fuckin’ great. but he’s promised you he’ll save his anger for the ‘real’ bad guys in gotham, so he settles for the next best option: fucking you so good you can barely remember your own name.

one of his hands gropes at your breasts while the other rubs tight circles on your clit as he ruts into you, the obscene sound of your wetness around his cock sending a chill down his spine. he’s worked three torturous orgasms out of you already—two with his mouth, one with his fingers—and you whine desperately as you feel him going for a fourth. your hands weakly claw at the y-shaped scar on his chest as he angles your hips off the bed, so that every thrust brushes against the sensitive spot in your walls.

he looks down at you with a mixture of pride and ferocity. “what’s the matter? too much for you, ma?” he asks, his voice ragged as he fucks into you. your eyes are watery and you’re reduced to a string of incoherent moans, your walls clamping down on him hard as he speaks. jason smiles wide—that’s all the answer he needs. seeing you gasp and writhe at the sensitivity as your fourth orgasm is forced out of you is enough to confirm what the both of you already know. none of those guys could fuck you like this, baby.

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: ony x reader

warnings: violence...kinda (reader throws a phone at ony), smut 18+, mentions of infidelity,

a/n: did i proof read this? no. so squint if you see imperfections

Accusations & Apologies

“Onyyy, slow down” You cried, your hand behind your back in an attempt to slow his relentless thrusts.

“Nah, cause a minute ago it was ‘fuck you’ right? Now you wanna be a fuckin cry baby” He hissed.

You knew better. Ony was the love of your life, the one who stood beside you no matter the circumstance, even when times were rocky. You knew he'd never do anything to hurt you, yet all rational thinking left the building the moment you saw the notification.

“Who the fuck is Ayesha, Onyankopon?” His phone clattering to the floor as it bounced off his chest, the moment he stepped foot into the room. 

“Ow, did you just throw my fuckin phone?” Inked hand rubbing the area as he bent down, examining the device before tossing it back on the bed.

“You picked the shit up didn't you?” You huffed in annoyance.

Confused about your unusual behavior and attitude he walked over to you. His calloused hands gripping your jaw softly as he forced you to look at him. “The fuck going on, ma? Talk to me. We don't do this acting out shit"

A part of you knew your behavior was unnecessary, and irrational, but the other half was too afraid of being hurt to stop and truly think about the situation.

“What's going on is you got some bitch blowing up your phone talking bout she misses you. Are you cheating on me, Ony?" Voice raising to hide the growing anxiety in your chest as you pushed his hand away

“Are you serious? After everything we've been through, you gon accuse me of cheating?” His voice gradually raising to meet yours

“Then explain yourself. Who is she and why is she on your phone?” You shouted

He was trying his best to stay calm, aware that you were afraid, but he was getting frustrated. Anyone who knew you and Ony could easily tell he'd rather die than think of another woman the way he thought of you. So why couldn't you just stop for a second and think?

“Some girl from high school, we used to be cool but I cut her off when I met you.” The annoyance etched on his features was evident as he ran his hands over his face. 

“Then why is she texting you? How'd she get your number? You think I'm stupid or something?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Right now? Yeah. Cause clearly you done lost all your goddamn brain cells if you think I'm cheating.” He shrugged, tired of your accusations.

The nonchalant tone of his voice irritated the fuck out of you and made what he said ten times worse.

“Man, fuck you” You stood, hands pressed against his chest in an attempt to push him out of your way, anger wavering when he didn't move an inch, and instead, his large hands gripped your wrist, dark eyes glaring down into yours as he clenched his jaw.

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“Please, Ony” You whined, legs trembling as he tightened his grip on your hips, forcing you back onto him as he pounded into you.

“Why you like being mean to me, huh? What daddy do to deserve this?” He spat, thumbs kneading into the flesh of your lower back before delivering a heavy slap to your ass, groan emitting from his lips at the squeeze your pussy gave him.

“I don't mean to, daddy, I'm sorry, just- fuck slow down” You cried. Teary eyes looking back at him as you pleaded.

With a hand wrapped around your throat, he leaned down, pressing a sloppy kiss to your glossy lips, string of your mixed saliva connecting you two as he pulled away.

“You the only girl I want, ma. You ain't never gotta worry about that shit. I love you and only you, rather die than think about some other girl” He whispered in your ear, emphasizing each word with deep thrust as he made you look back at him, your big eyes staring into his as he kissed all over your face, pink muscle licking up the tears that raced down your cheeks.

“You hear me?” His teeth grazing your earlobe as his free hand rubbed figure eights on your throbbing clit.

“Mhmmm, y-yes, Ony” Your head bobbing up and down rapidly as a response.

“Yeah? Then tell me whose dick this is, mama?” Both hands back on your hips as he let you fall back onto the bed.

“I-It's mine, Ony” Nails gripping the sheets as his hips ricocheted off your ass at a rapid pace

“Mhm- fuck say that shit again” Quickly pulling out before he flipped you onto your back, giving you .5 seconds to recover before he was ramming back into you. The sticky white ring around his thick base and pelvis contributing to the pornographic sounds bouncing off the walls. 

“What I say, ma?” Pearly whites on display as he bit his lip.

“You're mine, baby. Fuck right there.” Legs closing around his waist as your hands searched for anything to grip on to.

“Y-yeah only yours, ma.” Shaky breath indicating he was close as his fingers interlocked with yours.

“Come on, nut on your dick, baby” He whispered, rocking his hips into yours as the tip of his tongue ran over the small purple marks along your neck from your earlier endeavors.

Low moans escaped you as you gushed around him, freshly done acrylics leaving welts along his chocolate skin.

“Shit, baby” He groaned, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he came, the twitching of his dick mimicking a heartbeat as he pumped out ropes of milky white cum into your walls.

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“I'm sorry, you know. For hitting you with your phone and accusing you.” Your whisper, breaking the silence of the room as you laid in each other's embrace under a thin blanket.

“Yeah?” The vibration of his deep voice contrasting yours as he repositioned your bodies so you were now straddling him.

“Mhm” Bottom lip trapped in between your teeth as you felt him growing against the soft flesh of your ass

“Prove it”

[starkeyisthelastname]

dealer!rafe x reader when he gets out of jail😵‍💫

get ready to get pounded 😜

Rafe had been in an out of jail many times, it wasn’t anything new to him. Drug trafficking, burglary charges, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder. Yet somehow him being Rafe Cameron, he got away with everything. His daddy was rich and powerful and so was he. He had the best lawyers and Ward may or may not have done some shady arrangements to always get Rafe’s charges cleared.

It was new for you though, and the last three weeks without him was starting to make you wonder if he was going to get out. You had only gotten to visit him once, wanting to cry at having to see your boyfriend wearing orange. He did make it look good though, white wife beater hung tightly against his broad chest and orange scrub pants that read Kildare County Jail in faded black letters, hugged his toned hips. He reassured you that he was fine and people knew better than to fuck with him in there.

After working some kind deal out with the DA, Rafe was a freeman again, and oh was he showing you just how much he missed you. Laid back against the king size bed, you were getting the best dick down a girl could ask for. He had had your legs bent back, knees nearly touching your chest as he pounded into you. Your head fell back, eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure was almost too much to handle. Almost 4 weeks without sex for the both of you, and the two you had a lot of making up to do.

“Daddy…” You mewled, a kitten like whine leaving your sparkly lips as your baby pink nails dug into the expensive sheets. He felt so fucking good, quite literally fucking you numb as he fucked the built up tension after being locked in a cell surrounded by men for the last few weeks.

You felt his hand grab your chin, forcing you to bring your eyes back to him all while his thrusts continued to abuse your wanting hole. “Keep those eyes on me ma, daddy wants to see your pretty face while he fucks you.” He breathed out.

Your long lashes fluttered back open, focusing on your man. He looked too good with the pricy chain back around his neck, toned abs flexing with each thrust, his cheeks pink from the building heat he was feeling in his gut. You couldn’t help but reach out to touch him, your acrylic nails running over his muscular arms as he held your curvy hips firmly. “Missed you… missed daddy’s dick.” You mumbled, earning a small laugh above you.

Rafe looked down, watching your pretty soaked hole creaming on his dick as he slid in and out. He had never had a girl to come home to after jail, always settling for some random hook up to get his nut in. But you were his princess, the same one that had the house cleaned, fresh clothes picked out for him, a meal cooked knowing he had only been eating shitty jail food for almost a month. Here you were making love to a thug, taking his pipe like a good girl not asking him shit about what he did or the kind of person he really was. He planned on making you his wife, you just didn’t know it yet.

“What the fuck have you done to me, baby girl.” He whispered, a low groan coming from his throat as he felt you clench down onto him.

[tasiawrites]

"but I didn't shave" so what?

aot men + you happening to not have shaven. ft. eren, onya, connie, armin and reiner.

contains: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cunnilingus, fingering, pet names (dollface, mami, darling, mama/ma) onya slaps you on the thigh once. if I missed anything let me know

MDNI smut below

onyakapon

onya firmly believes grown men don't care about that and well, he's a grown man.

"wait, onya I didn't shave-" you tried to tell your boyfriend. instead, you got a slap on your thigh. "move your hand mamas" he said pushing away the hand you were using to try and cover your cunt. "but-" "Move it ma, I aint gonna tell you again." as soon as your hand moved onyakapon buried his face in your cunt. you gasped as he took a deep inhale before eating you out like he had been starving. his tongue ran all over your folds before he placed a few well-placed licks on your clit. two fingers made their way into your hole as he continued to make a mess of your clit until you were cumming on his face

"acting like I ain't a grown man, now turn over so I can make her cream again"

Armin

he did not spend his life studying biology for you to think that was going to deter him

"Armin I didn't shave" you tried to explain but the blonde-haired man didn't care. armin’s fingers found your clit and rubbed small circles into it. "I didn't either, that never stopped you from trying to swallow my cum now did it darling?" he asked teasingly as he slowly fingered your sopping cunt.

"That's different," you tried to protest but his fingers grazed that spot in you that made your eyes cross. "Min!" you squealed as he continued to abuse that spot in you. "see, not shaving aint stopping you from making a mess now is it darling?" he asked as you creamed around his fingers

eren

first of all, he's the one paying for your wax appointments. second of all, you finna tell that man he can't have some of his pussy? crazy cause that's not happening

"Ma I ain't playing these games with you" Eren growled into your ear. you got him hard, and sucked him off but would not let him fuck you because you didn't get waxed last week like you were supposed to.  "but it's hairy ren" you tried to argue. "Ma, I don't care, shit ill stop paying for that shit if this is how you acting," he rolled his eyes and sat you on his lap. his dick rubbed against your pussy and you whined. "you're making a mess baby," he teased angling his dick to hit your clit. "ren!" you moaned before lifting your hips so that the next thrust would send his dick straight into your cunt.

Connie

 you crazy if you thought that man gave a fuck in the first place.  

"mami, lemme see her," Connie said looking at you with big eyes. he lay his head on your thigh, the only thing between your pussy and his face being your already soaked through panties. "but I didn't shave con," you responded feeling embarrassed. "mama I do not care, shes pretty either way," he said pulling your panties off. you whined as he pressed a kiss on your mound. "pretty as ever mami," he whispered grabbing his phone and opening his camera. "keep your legs open so I can show you how pretty she looks mami"

Reiner

Another grown man. He actually expects it not to be shaven

“Dollface, you're gonna deny me perfectly good pussy because of something as silly as shaving?” he asked spreading your legs and pressing his hard-on right up to your clit. “I appreciate the thought but good pussy is good pussy with or without the bush,” he said grinding up against you. “But Rei, it's not pretty,” you whined. “I’m a grown man dollface, and a lil exploring never deterred a grown man before,” he said sliding your panties off. It didn't take long for him to bully his fat cock into your messy pussy. And by that time you had forgotten about the fact that you had shaven long ago, not that it would have ever mattered to Reiner. 

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i stopped writing other smut to write this, its unedited and idek whats going on. whats crazy is that armin is the love of my life and his was the shortest. n e way, tell me what yall think ill be writing the shit I put off writing

[ultravioletrayz]

KINKTOBER

╰┈➤ DAY SIXTEEN: CUM PLAY w/ TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji Fushiguro refuses to wear a condom. He's a simple man, one that has been completely corrupted to take the risk of knocking you up since the first time you let him hit raw. The way your plush walls constricted his girthy dick, pulsing right up against the thick veins decorating his shaft, the tip of your cervix meeting his weeping cockhead in a sloppy kiss each time he buried himself to the hilt. Fuck, it was pure magic.

The only issue for you is that you're not on a contraceptive since the last birth control you tried messed with your hormones too much. However, Toji couldn't care less. A twisted part of him loves that you make him pull out, because it means he gets to paint your body; your stomach, your back, your face, your ass, your tits; with his cum.

He gets to watch as it dribbles down to thoroughly coat his pretty little canvas. He gets to smear it into your skin, getting off on how you shiver and arch into the warmth of his juices. He gets to bring his sticky fingers up to your mouth and make you suck him clean, while you lay beneath him still filthy.

Tonight is no different.

You're sprawled out on the bed, your ass high in the air, splayed open for him. Toji is balls deep inside your sweet cunt, ramming into you from behind and revelling in every little twitch and convulsion of your gooey insides, cock churning your pussy like his life fucking depends on it. His hips buck wildly, fucking you hard against the mattress, fat tip slamming into your gummy g-spot, making you scream his name and clench impossibly tighter around him.

"T-Toji- anh-! Right t-there!" You cry out, clawing at the sheets as your spit soaks the pillows beneath you. Toji merely laughs, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he plows into you, the heat of your pussy enveloping him, his hips snapping back to meet yours each powerful thrust.

You're close. Too close. Toji can feel it in the way you tighten around his cock, pussy gushing as you whine loudly and your thighs spasm, euphoria engulfing you as you practically collapse against the mattress. Feeling you finish around him as his hips stutter, your back arched so deliciously for him as if you're dying to be decorated in his seed, has Toji's restraint crumbling

Frenzied thrusts come to a halt as he squeezes the hefty base of his dick with one hand, harshly pulling out of your weeping core to jerk his swollen dick over you. Toji's cock twitches, shooting ropes of cum onto your plump ass cheeks and down your back. You moan, arching your back as his warm cum coats your skin.

"Fuck, you look good, ma." Toji mutters, his voice rough with desire. He can't resist running his fingers through the mess, smearing it around your body before wrapping his sticky digits in your hair to tug your face up towards him. He's grinning from ear to ear, before leaning in for a rough kiss, all teeth and tongue as you moan at the feeling of his now cooling fluids dripping from your ass over your slick cunt.

It's intimate, it's dirty, and it's everything Toji could ever ask for.

[everyonewooeverywhere]

X-RATED X-MAS DAY 5: DEEPTHROATING W/ MINGI

christmas masterlist 🖤

pairing: idol!mingi x fem!reader

rating: 18+

content/warnings: deepthroating, name-calling (slut, princess, cockslut), facefucking

notes: if we ignore the fact that my gag reflex fucking horrendous...this is pretty good.

NSFW 18+ | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

Mingi always loved when you showed up in the crowd to support him. And he always felt a sense of pride knowing that you we there for him and him alone. All dolled up in an outfit you knew he'd like just to stand pressed against that barricade and watch him perform. And he was no stranger to getting hard in front of the crowd, but knowing that you were there watching him? Well couldn't think on it too long or he'd have a whole other problem on his hands.

You always waited for him backstage, though. Running up to him and throwing your arms around his neck. Showering him with praises and letting him know how proud you were of him. Your hands playing at the ends of his sweat-soaked hair. "Did I do good, princess?" You bite your lip and nod, fiddling with his diamond encrusted chain, "You did so good, Minnie. I really liked watching you." He raises an eyebrow, letting his hands fall to your lower back, one of them practically cupping your ass, "Yeah?"

In all honesty, though, the best part was that feeling of possessive pride that filled your chest throughout the whole show. Watching as the people around you freaked out when he rolled his hips or flashed that smile, and knowing that that was yours. That was your man, and they all wanted him. And you loved that more than you liked to admit. But Mingi isn't stupid. He knows you like feeling special. That's why he presses himself into you, letting you feel the bulge in his pants through your skirt. "Well, I've got a bit of a problem," he brought a hand to your throat, "You gonna help me fix it?"

"Oh fuck baby," he grunted, "Keep doin' that. Keep taking this cock down your pretty little throat." You looked up at him through your ruined mascara, a load of his cum already painted over your face. "Yeah that's it princess," he threaded his fingers through your hair, pushing you further down on his cock. Smirking at how you gagged on him, before pulling you off of him. Still forcing you to look at him with his grip on you, watching as tears run down your face. God you couldn’t get any more perfect.

And when you looked up at him with those big eyes, he had no choice but to let his dick slap against your face. Chuckling when your stuck your tongue out, “Little slut’s desperate for more dick down her throat?” You let out a pathetic little moan at the idea. “Well let’s see how far you can go, huh?”

He pushed his dick back down your throat, grabbing your head and pushing you down until your nose hit his lower stomach, “Ah fuck—“ he grunted as his tip hit the back of your throat. “Want me to fuck your face, baby?” You whined around him, and he felt the vibrations through his whole body. “Yeah? Gonna fuck your face just like you deserve. Dumb fuckin’ sluts always love gettin’ they’re tight little throats ruined.”

He thrust himself straight down your throat. The way you struggled and sputtered around his dick only pushing him further. His tip making you gag with every movement of his hip. And his hand in your hair pulling you further than you thought you could go. “Yeahhh baby that’s it. ‘M gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna cum down this pretty little throat, and you’re gonna swallow it. Gonna swallow every last drop like a good fuckin’ cumslut.” And he came straight down your throat. Every drop coating your tongue as you swallowed it all.

And when he pulled you off his dick finally you looked up at him with those teary, seductive eyes and he nearly got hard again. “I’ve never taken a dick that far before.” You said, spreading your hands over his thighs as you laid down on one, still looking up at him while massaging his thighs, “Really? Well you’re just a fuckin’ pro, aren’t you?” You giggled, “Did I do good, Minnie?” He wiped a tear off your cheek, “You did so good, baby. I loved watching you.”

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reader gives chris a pleasant gift for getting his license.

contains: smut (no p in v), oral (male receiving), suggestive language, pet names

note: i know nothing about sports cars…or giving…

“fuck, baby. Just like that, ma.” chris moaned, removing a hand from the steering wheel and grabbing a handful of your hair. the sounds of your muffled moans and slurping of his dick, mix with the engine of his brand-new vehicle.

chris had just gotten his license card in the mail, pulling up to your house in a black sports car late at night. now— the burette was driving down some road, and his jeans along with his briefs were rolled down to his thighs.

you were currently bent over the console, mouth stuffed full with his cock— seeing his photo id immediately had your panties drenched. you needed to give this man the best head ever.

he groaned, wanting nothing more than to throw his head back against the seat and shut his eyes. he pushes your head down farther, your nose making contact with his pelvis.

“mm-hm…all of it, baby. take my fuckin’ dick.”

you moan around him, his hand slowly loosens up letting you take him out, gasping for air as you use both of your hands to pump him.

kitty licking his hard length, you look up at him through your wispy lashes— his hair around his forehead is slightly damped and small pants leave his lip.

chris locks eyes with you for a moment, smirking as he sees the tears staining your warm cheeks. “keep goin’, mama. ain’t pulling over until you make me cum.” he stated.

with a final deep breath, you take him back in, his tip hitting the back of your throat. he grips your hair trying to hold you in place as he lifts his hips— mouth fucking you.

“shiiit, baby. takin’ my dick so well.” he groaned, thrusting up and pausing for a second until he could feel you choking around him.

“careful, sweet girl,” he teased, “take it niiice and slow.” he dragged out, his hand suddenly leaving your hair and joining the other on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

“oh fuck,” he breathed out, his cock twitching in your mouth. “gonna cum, baby…y—yeah gonna come deep in ya throat.”

you whimpered around him, his moans were like music to your ears. your hands help you get him off, stroking whatever you could no longer fit in your mouth.

you can’t help but press kisses onto his sensitive tip, knowing it’ll only get him closer. swirling his precum around with your tongue, your hands slightly tighten their grip around his cock— pushing him to fall over the edge.

a loud moan leaves his lips as he throws his head back, coating your mouth with warm, white ropes of cum. cleaning him up and somewhat tucking him back in, you pull away, licking the corner of your bottom lip where his salty fluid managed to spill out.

you grin, placing a wet kiss on his neck, “so proud of you, baby.”

chris’ chest heaves as his heart slowly goes back to resting rate. the car comes to a stop, it's only then that you realize he pulled out of the road and into an empty lot.

he unbuckled his seatbelt, the soft ‘clink’ stealing your attention. “backseat, baby. now.”

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[darnell-la]

Could you write something Logan x reader where she uses a safe word? Like usually she is fine and enjoys the rougher play but for whatever reason she is overwhelmed or gets scared. Maybe she is embarrassed or feels bad for it because she doesn’t want him to blame himself or something

note: our most active author's birthday was yesterday, so we’ve been pretty busy. we apologize for the gap in our posting but trust me, we have a lot of posts coming. stay tuned!

btw, I gave you guys a lil tease at the end…

———

Today has been a long day of teaching for y/n. She hoped to come home and rest, but Logan also had a bad day. Usually, when he does, he needs to kiss, feel, or be in y/n to relax.

“I’ve missed you all day. Damn kids always pushin’ my buttons,” Logan spoke low in the crook of y/n’s neck as his hips slowly moved.

“You just take all of my stress away, baby. Love you so much,” Logan growled, now snapping his hips. He loved the feeling of her growing wet underneath him. He loved her so much.

Y/n let out a small and soft moan, enjoying the pleasure, but she still felt off. She hadn’t told Logan she wanted a break today, because the man looked more stressed than usual.

“You sound so beautiful, baby. Can’t get enough,” the man rolled his hips in the right spot, getting him close to his climax.

As he was thrusting, he realized y/n hadn’t come yet. “C’mon, baby. Cum on me. Wanna feel you,” the ma buried his face into her neck to bite down a bit, just how she liked it, but right now, she felt off.

“Fuck, baby, c’mon! C’mon!” The man growled, snapping his hips at a fast and hard pace. “L-Logan,” y/n stuttered, feeling the pleasure but more pain since her body was working against her.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. That’s it!” Logan placed one hand next to Y/n’s head and used the other to grip her waist, pulling her body into his thrust.

“S-Stop,” y/n begged low, not knowing if she should stop the man, or let him relax. “Ssh, baby — So fuckin’ close,” the man said as his cock twitched in her.

Y/n tried keeping herself together, knowing this would only last several more thrusts, but her eyes began to tear.

“R-Red,” y/n said low, instantly, making Logan slow his hips down. “Red!” Y/n cried out. Logan quickly pulled out of y/n and pushed himself off of the bed.

Logan went to speak, but he cut himself off after seeing y/n curl up on their shared bed. He was afraid he did something wrong. He didn’t know if he should comfort her or stay back.

“Bub?” Logan asked, voice soft so he wouldn’t alarm her. “Baby? A-Are you okay?” He asked as he slowly crawled on the bed to look over her curled body.

“Y-Yes, I just need time,” Y/n said, shutting her eyes tighter in embarrassment. How could she stop her own husband as he got closer to finishing, just because she had a bad day at work.

“O-Okay, sweetheart, just- I’m here if you need anything, okay?” He asked as y/n slowly turned around. “No, no, don’t leave. I-I didn’t mean it,” Y/n said as she rubbed her tears away.

“Just a bad day at work. It’s nothing serious, so we can continue-“ Logan cut her off before she could continue. “Nah uh, we’ll continue tomorrow. Let’s just relax for right now, okay?” He said as she went to pull y/n down to lay with him, but she refused.

“No, no, I’m fine! I swear, we can keep going. I-It’s not that serious-“ Before she could continue again, he got her off. “It is serious if you’re shouting safe words, y/n,” Logan said.

Y/n stayed silent at his tone, not knowing how to respond.

“Baby, if you’re not down to make love, you gotta tell me. I see you every day, almost all day. I can take a little break to just lay and look into your pretty eyes,” Logan sat up and rubbed y/n’s wet cheek.

“I know, it’s just-“ y/n was cut off again. “No! No, I don’t want to hear it. C’mere and lay down, before I get upset. Mhmkay?” The man said as he laid back again, waiting for her to do the same, and so she did.

“I’m not relaxed unless you are, princess. Need my baby fully in the mood when I touch her. No exceptions. No matter how much I need to taste you,”

“But, I want you to finish,” y/n said, looking up at the man who she knew needed to release. “Baby, don’t worry about me. I can live until tomorrow or whenever you feel better,” the man said, but it was hard to ignore his hard-on against her body as they lay together.

“C-Can I watch you? I just don’t feel like doing anything, you know? But I can watch you,” she said, feeling a bit awkward, but she couldn’t lie and say she didn’t want to satisfy her man a little tonight.

“Baby, I think you should rest-“ This time, before he could dish, y/n cut him off. “Please, baby? You were so close,” Y/n said as she dragged her hand up his long and thick shaft.

“Fuck,” the man breathed out, feeling his coco twitch instantly. He was painfully hard and leaking out of his tip worse than she’d ever seen before. If he didn’t cum now, he would’ve been in his sleep.

“Fine, but don’t touch me anymore, baby. Feels too good, and I want you to rest,” Logan said as he removed her hand and replaced it with his own.

Logan began fishing his cock slowly, stroking her leftover wetness on his cock to make his hand glide smoother.

“Mhm hm,” Logan tried holding his moan in, feeling a bit off that he was the only one moaning, but when he looked to the side to see y/n’s eyes lust over him storming himself, he let them out.

“Fuck, baby — Not even touchin’ me and I feel like I’m goin’ crazy for you,” Logan said in between his grunts. Y/n placed a hand on his lower stomach, teasing him even after he said to now to uh her anymore.

“What did I say, princess? D-Don’t touch me. Just relax,” he said, but she ignored him and slightly scratched at his skin. “Augh fuck,” the man let out, hips fucking upwards as he felt himself near.

Logan’s feet curled, as his legs pointed in-word, letting y/n know he was right there. “That’s it, baby,” Y/n said, and that was it for Logan.

Logan groaned loudly, fist staying in place as his grip tightened around himself. Cum shot out of him and painted all over his thighs, abs, chest, and y/n’s hands and arms.

Y/n talked the man through his high, trying something new as she stroked his face. Logan accepted it all, softly placing his hand on her hand as he shook and caught his breath.

Logan never knew someone could make him feel this crazy with minimal touch. He’s fallen harder than he was before.

[everythingspokenfor]

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔀𝓮?

Pairing: Bakugou x reader. All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI

Summary: A freaky session with Bakugou in a closet leads to you both being more than friends...

You aren't supposed to be doing this, especially with this asshole...

The situation you landed in wasn't really unpredictable, you knew the tension between you and Bakugou would eventually land you both here. But the place wasn't really ideal. The closet was not really spacious, especially considering the hunk of a man, bruising your cervix.

The get together had started hours ago, Denki hosting it in his studio apartment, although by now everyone was drunk and passed out around the house. That still made you muffle your moans, sweaty palms pressed against your mouth. No room was really empty and you had to stick to the storage closet.

"It's useless, cunt's too loud." Bakugou groaned against your ear, calloused fingers finding your throbbing bud.

"Wa-wait, slow down." You whined, clawing at his wrist, looking at him with tears clung to your eyelashes. He stops thrusting, hips slowing down as you steady yourself. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, the sensation making you squeeze your thighs.

You are barely stable before he starts all over again, hips rapidly smacking against yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your clit echoing through the closet.

The constant pressure against your cervix pushing you towards your orgasm, you arch your back, head coming to rest on his shoulder, lulling side to side.

The sight of your fucked out state making Bakugou throb. "Fucked dumb, already?" He pinches your clit, "Gonna cum around me, huh?" He knows you are close, mindlessly chasing your high, you didn't even realise he stopped thrusting into your sloppy cunt. And that you were shamelessly humping his cock, creating a pathetic mess on the front of his pants.

Fingers rubbing circles on your clit, while your cunt spasms around him. You arch your back, making sure the angry red tip of his cock, mushes against your sensitive little spot.

"Suki-I am cummin-", barely coherent moans leave your throat, you push back against him, the rim of your cunt spasming around the base of his cock.

You slump against his chest, thick cum leaking from your pussy, dripping down his balls and your thighs.

You look at him, eyes all droopy, before you move and lean against the wall, slowly moving back and forth, creamy cunt sliding on his cock with ease.

"What are ya' doin', Mama?" The word making your clit throb, his hands come to rest on your waist, stopping your movement.

"You didn't cum-" You tried to protest, tried to move his hand and hump back against him.

"That desperate for my cream, Mama." He smirked, tongue coming to lick your earlobe, puffs of breath against your cheeks. His words making your cunt wetter.

He pressed a hand against your back, before slowly pulling out and roughly slamming in, you let out a shriek, widened eyes looking back at him, sensitive cunt drooling on the floor.

"Hng-waitt." You try to steady your legs, knees weakening as he continued to thrust in.

"Wanted ma' cream, huh?" He spat on his fingers and moved his hand around your waist to smear it against your clit.

Ploughing deep into you, rough fingers rubbing at your sensitive clit. "I'll cum- again." You are sure you'll pass out, every thrust of his hips knocking out air from your lungs. You were already standing at the tip of your toes, taking him as deep a possible.

"Just a bit more, Princess." He grunted, letting out a deep moan, balls tightening at the thought of cumming in you raw.

It takes few more thrust for you to see stars again, cunt tightening around him, Bakugou follows, with a deep groan.

Sound of heavy breathing fills the closet. Bakugou slowly pulls out of you and looks around before moving out of the closet.

You assume he was done and left to get cleaned up, sighing tiredly you bent down to pick up a random cloth to clean yourself up.

"What are ya' doin'?" He questions, standing outside, with a wet rag in his hands, he wraps an arm around your waist and slowly pulls you out. Steadying you he cleans up between your legs with a warm rag.

"I thought you were done." You joke weakly, knees almost buckling.

"Ain't an asshole." He mutters, eyes focus everywhere but your face. "I ran a bath, we'll clean up."

You looked at him surprised, not really expecting the compassion and the aftercare. "And after that? You'll order me dinner?" You teased, as he gently guided you towards the bathroom.

"I'll make dinner, dumbass." He affirmed, completely unfazed by your teasing, slowly undressing you and nudging you into the tub.

You looked at him with confusion in your eyes, mind slowly clearing, "What are we, Bakugou?" You queried, tone teasing with seriousness entwined.

"Dating obviously you and I both know I don't do this casually." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing up to undress himself. "And Suki from now onwards."

[blackmistral]

Jealousy, jealousy

Alcina Dimitrescu x f!Reader

Warnings: marking kink, strap-on (reader receiving), consented possession, confession?, top&dom! Alcina, bottom&sub! Reader

After a visit from Karl and an invitation to tour his factory, your mistress is determined to show you who's in charge…

Your mistress was merciless. You had seen her killing a lot of people – often to protect you or her daughters – so you were definitely used to it. But she was merciless with you too. When she needed to prove her point or when you teased her as you carried out your duties.

   So, when you made a comment this morning about her brother Heisenberg – her number one Nemesis – she saw red.

   “Karl passed by this morning when I was doing my chores in the hall… He asked me if I wanted to visit his factory more often to see his new creations? Also said that you shouldn’t know it, though… But I thought it best to let you know, mistress.”

   “Excuse me?” Alcina growled, seated at the vanity and applying her deep red lipstick. She turned slowly towards you, siting patiently in the bed. “And may I ask what you gave him in reply?”

   Your eyes widened at her not-so newfound jealousy. “Well, I told him off, of course… Only you should decide who I’m visiting. But he…”

   “Yes?”

   “He insisted, my lady. So, I… I said I would, eventually. Are you… mad at me?” your last words were a mere whisper as you looked down at your lap.

   She seemed to hesitate how to react. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips pulled in a frown and her nose slightly wrinkled. If you had to be honest, she was incredibly cute. The Lady in person, jealous about her own brother over her favorite maiden. Such a sight, you thought, a small smile tugging at your lips.

   “You are not to see this… vulgar man. Ever,” she spoke again. This time, she was standing in front of you, looking right into your eyes when you dared to meet hers. “You are mine.”

    And here you were, laid naked on the bed, and legs wide open and tears rolling down your face. Alcina, dressed in a red nightgown – which was practically off due to all the pulling you had done on it --, was going in and out of your pussy at a delicious speed.

   “Ah! Mi- mistress, please!” the squelching sounds down your bodies were horribly embarrassing and yet, you hoped she would never stop thrusting. She was so close to you, driving her strap in and out of your cunt.

   “Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” she said in your ear, her ragged breathing making her even more sexy. Your mind didn’t know what to think anymore, as it was overwhelmed by so much pleasure.

   “I… I need it harder! Please… please! Fuck me harder, Mistress!” you begged.

   The Lady looked at your fucked out face – as this amazing session had begun hours ago – and smiled devilishly.

   “You want me to give it to you harder, huh? Then I’ll give it to you.”

   She growled low, and suddenly you wished you had shut your mouth. Her hips drove themselves at an inhuman pace, fucking you into oblivion. Your high whimpers turned to breathless moans.

   “You are mine. Do you understand? You belong to me. Say it,” she growled in your face, punctuating her words with harsh trusts, and showing her perfectly sharped fangs.

   “Ah...! I’m… I’m yours! I belong to you…” you bared your neck, preparing yourself for the woman to throw herself at it. But she didn’t. The in-and-out didn’t falter in the slightest, but the expression on her face had changed. She had a small, satisfied smile and looked at you as if you were the seventh wonder of the world.

   “Do you mean it?” she asked in a whisper.

   “Of course I… do!” you answered right away, trying not to moan.

   Her smile widened and she kissed you slowly. You whimpered in her mouth as she obviously dominated the kiss.

   “Please, call me Alcina, my darling,” she kissed your jaw and finally eyed your neck. “May I?”

   You didn’t need to be asked twice. “Yes… mark me, Alcina.”

   “Good girl.”

   Alcina lunged at your neck, piercing the skin and drinking your blood vigorously. You couldn’t help but scream at the overwhelming senses you felt: the pain, the pleasure, everything was deliciously too much, and you came hard. The Lady withdrew her bloodied mouth off your throat after some time.

   “Hmm… perfect taste. Such a wonder you are, my dear.”

   As she nuzzled your neck, her hips slowly came to a stop. Her breathing was heavy – as were yours – but she seemed happier than ever.

   “I… am glad I am to your taste, Alcina,” you managed to say in between breaths.

   “I never doubted it,” she smiled. “Do you want me to pull out, sweet girl?”

   You shook your head and put your hands on her forearms.

   “No… but could we cuddle for a bit?” you asked shyly. “I hope I am not crossing a line.”

   Alcina was taken aback by your question but lied down next to you nonetheless and took you in her arms, your head just above her rapidly beating heart.

   “Of course we can. I would love nothing more.”

   Silence filled the room as you tried to catch your breath. Although very pale, her skin was smooth and pale. You delicately ran your fingers on it, below her collarbones.

   “I apologize for my possessiveness. You obviously can do whatever you want, darling. If you wish to go to his factory, I hope you are aware that I will not stop you, as it is not my place to do so,” she confessed, breaking the silence.

   “But I really don’t want to go there, Alcina. I like being here – with you.”

   She released a breath, as if she had hoped you would say that.

   “I am deeply happy to hear that. Knowing that you feel safe around me… satisfies me. Thank you.”

   She kissed the top of your head while affectionately rubbing your sore back. Your eyes felt heavy, and all you wanted to do now was to sleep in her arms.

   “I love you,” you said without even thinking then fell asleep.

   The countess smiled fondly at your words.

   “I love you too, my precious angel.”

thank you all for liking my first fic! this one's even shorter (🥲) but it's my first smut ever 😭 don't hesitate to tell me what could be better or anything! <3

(Bound by Love is already posted on my ao3 if anyone's interested! i'll post this one tomorrow)

[hottestvirgin]

hi can you do rough sex with jake at the back stage after concert? and you try your best to stay quiet so that no one will know what’s going on with you two as he fucks you from behind 🤭

ohgkhmhg i got so horny writing this

warnings. idol!jake, sub!reader, smut, sexual intercourse, swearing, backshawts, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, dumbification

you were jake’s lucky charm. someone he looked forward to seeing everyday. you were just his stylist. but after a while, the sexual tension grew. and you found yourself getting fucked by the idol after every concert.

jake dashes backstage, sweat dripping down his forehead and he looks breathtaking, as always. you’re quick to accompany him, using a cold towel to dab away the sweat.

the idol stares at you, never breaking away from your avoided gaze and he grazes your arm. you give him a slight nudge.

“stop. they might be recording.” you whisper, clearing your throat and turning your head to snake sure no one saw him. you knew how knetz were.

“i need to see you.” he simply says.

there was a secluded area backstage that only you and jake knew about.

so you meet him in the spot and he’s quick to bend you over, rutting his throbbing bulge against your clothed ass with a low, quiet groan.

“gon’ let me fuck this pussy here, hm?” he asks, yanking your pants down and exposing your damp panties.

“y-yes.. but be quick..” you bite back your bottom lip to quiet your desperate whines.

lifting his shirt and pulling his own pants down along his boxers, his hard cock slaps against his stomach and he pulls the center of your panties to the side, pushing his tip into your dripping entrance.

“fuck, i missed you.” jake murmurs while sliding inside you. your knees buckle at the stretch.

“f..fuck!” you squeal, and jake quickly covers your mouth with his veiny hand.

each thrust forges wet, sloppy sounds that could’ve easily gotten you two caught. but you can’t help it. you’re just so horny and wet for your man.

jake’s free hand squeezes your ass and he groans when you clench around him.

“shiiit, feels so good.” jake lifts and holds your leg, then pounds into you relentlessly. you don’t know what to do with yourself or how to stay quiet when he’s absolutely destroying your swollen cunt.

“there, there, puh-lease..” when he angles his hips to fill you completely you feel your lips trembling to let out a loud, throaty scream.

“cmere, baby.” jake coos and lifts your upper body by your neck and pulls your back towards his chest. you swore you were seeing stars.

his cock fills you completely, pressing firmly against every inch of your throbbing walls. he holds still for a moment to savor the filling of being inside you.

“j-jake,” you wince, jolting when he tightens the hand on your throat.

jake’s freehand roams across your body, exploring every inch of your skin. he’s so intoxicated with how you feel, how you smell. you’re perfect.

“you like that, ma?” he questions, bending you back over and he spreads your cheeks apart to watch how your hole struggles to take him completely.

his cock slides thick and heavy in and out of your dripping cunt. he hoists your leg up again. now you were really seeing fucking stars.

“yes, ydsyesurs, jake i’m.. so close, love ylur cock do mych.” you slur.

“takin’ me so good. bout’ to cum? go ahead, babygirl. cream my cock like a good girl.” he whispers in your ear.

and then you’re clenching tightly around him, body trembling as you cum hard. his hand immediately works to cover your mouth.

the head of his cock kisses your cervix and he releases inside your womb, painting your fluttering walls with his cum.

“fuuuk..” his body jerks as he rides out his own orgasm, moving his hand away from your mouth and pulling out of you.

you fall to your knees with a groan, the hot feeling of his cum dripping out of your abused cunt sends shivers down your spine.

“cmon, pretty. let’s get cleaned up.” jake grabs your arm. but what you both didn’t know was that heeseung had been there and watching the whole time, mouth agape.

[martiniluvr]

Okay im tanning and i just got an idea

Outdoor sex with Jason 🙏

Like youre tanning and just relaxing and he just CANNOT stay away. He just lays next to you and slowly moves closer and by the time you know whats happening hes on you 🧎‍♀️

And when he's done he just "just wanted to let you know you forgot your alarm and its time to turn over, couldn't let my girl burn" AHHH

“thank you for the ask leah” we say in unison 🩷 freestyled a lil bit towards the end oop don’t sue. also? this is me pushing my summerboy jason agenda.

18+ minors dni

warnings: sprinkle of exhibitionism 👀

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he was supposed to be helping you reapply your tanning oil, but somehow jason todd has worked his way between your legs, and now your bikini bottoms are pulled to the side and your ass is bouncing off his thighs as he fucks you languidly in the hot afternoon sun. his movements are unhurried and mellow thanks to the heat, and his hands roam your ass freely, occasionally squeezing the plump flesh between his fingers.

you moan softly into the towel beneath you as he rocks in and out if you with ease, your wetness pooling at the base of his cock and making it glisten in the sun. jason’s green eyes are lidded while he watches your pussy take him almost to the hilt, a lazy smile spreading on his face as you struggle to keep quiet. he knows you’ve only worn this little two-piece around him to get yourself in this position, and he’s more than happy to oblige; even out in the open like this, he can’t resist you.

the sight of you before him is something to behold; your tanning lotion has your skin glowing in the sunlight, and your ass in the air gives him an unobstructed view of your sex leaking around him. there’s a nagging feeling at the back of your minds that you’ll be caught—after all, you’re fucking by the wayne manor pool, and the man of the house could be home any second—but jason is too consumed by the way you feel and the sounds you make to care.

his lower abdomen starts to tense as your moans get louder, and he brings a hand over your mouth despite his orgasm creeping up on him. “shhh, princess,” he rasps, speeding up his thrusts. “want somebody to hear you?” you whine into his palm as his grip on your ass tightens, feeling his cock twitch inside you. his hips falter, and he pulls out of you with a deep groan as hot ropes of cum paint your lower back.

after a moment, he sighs and uncovers your mouth, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he comes down from his release. your head is spinning as you let your hips drop back onto the chaise, when jason’s voice catches your attention. “turn over for me, ma,” he tells you, using another towel to wipe down his mess on your skin. you look at him, puzzled, and he chuckles as he coaxes you onto your back with his hands on your waist.

“what? don’t want your tan to be uneven,” he says coyly, repositioning himself between your legs. he glances back at the house before bringing his fingers to your tender clit, circling slowly. “jason—” you say, but it sounds more like a moan than a warning. he flicks his eyes back to you and grins.

“just relax,” he coos, sinking his middle finger into your aching cunt as you gasp. “y’don’t wanna get caught, right?”

[thegnomelord]

i took 357191027r6392936446322736432947372 psychic damage from the Makarov fic so you gotta write reader being rescued, healed, rehabilitated and loved by the task force. imagine them teaching reader to be their own person or letting him top without any commands or punishments. reader would be whining like a puppy who doesn't know what it's doing and would be so cute and fearful looking for reasurance when fucking into a task force member it would be so cute

lol idk dude. I was intending to do the fic as a one off to satisfy my puplay kink but it's now started to rot my brain even more lol. If I did continue it, I don't know if I'd want a happy ending or an angsty one (omfg imagine going through all the healing and rehab and experiencing love only for one word from Makarov to have you going back to him without question)

So tell me ya'll if you want me to turn the one shot into a longer fic lol, but for now here's some headcannons, ideas/ whatever and some porn

CW:NSFW, rough anal, Simon x reader with Price watching, dom/sub.

I can't imagine Hound would be happy about the 'rescue' considering everything and definitely would be resistant to rehab (Hound biting ppl and getting muzzled lol) that dogheaded asinine stubbornness coming to bite him in the ass. I headcannon Hound to have already been violent when he was under Price's command but Price kept Hound in check(if anyone's seen that young ghost and price comic with him being compared to a fighting dog it's kinda like that).

Makarov didn't need to do much and just played into the aggressive tendency to make Hound as they are now. The more violent the reaction hound would make, the more attention and praise he'd get. Also I'm just a sucker for dog like characters that are unhinged. That have no moral compass except for the one they're loyal to and will do whatever they ask.

So the task force members would have their hands full with Hound that's basically an aggressive fighting dog taken straight out of the pit. Also I'm still thinking whether the 141 would try to steer Hound away from the pup/dog like mentality Makarov conditioned them into, or if they would try to redirect it by calling Hound 'pup, boy' etc, instead of 'dog' like Makarov did.

Also the grief Price would feel to see the man he thought was dead turned into that would break his heart. I don't know if I'd want him to crack down on trying to rehab hound, or let a lot of things slide because he's scared of fucking you up more.

But also like rehabed fighting dogs turn out to be the sweetest animals and Hound just going from this 'I will bite your throat out' to just a gentle giant that's just happy to be able to touch or hug someone without needed permission. . . but he can still bite a throat out.

Also I 1000% swear that Makarov's a whore and would have trained reader to have enough stamina to fuck him all night long so the task force would get pounded into next year lol.

This is questionable cannon and non-confirmed lol you just got me brain rotting with the cute pup part and this came out. Rough and quick.

CW:NSFW

You feel like you will die; heat burns through your veins, sweat crawls down your skin and makes your hair stick to your forehead. Your hands grip Simon's bruised hips, holding them up for him as you pound into him. "Please-" You barely manage a small whimper, hiding your face in Simon's shoulder.

Simon's body quivers beneath you, limp and boneless, a wet hole for you to use. He's as sweaty as you, rough grunts and half-formed swears leaping from his lips every time your hips meet his ass in a bruising thrust. He's the closest to you in size, albeit still smaller, which makes it easier for him to take your size than the others. His insides are a sweltering heat around your cock, fucked into a loose sloppy hole that would gape if you pulled out, muscles still doing their best to squeeze you every time you nail his prostate.

It makes you feel ashamed how long it took you to find it. Mounting anyone but Makarov feels wrong, you're not sure how fast or how deep to go, this current rough pace making Simon the most vocal since you began. You feel him cum again, walls clenching tightly for the first time in a while as you force him into spurting what's left in his empty balls.

"Pl- sir, I- please, please," You can't help but hiccup, your nails leaving crescent bruises in his skin as you just pound him through his orgasm. It's his fourth one.

"What's wrong son?" Price's words barely get through the fog of need in your skull, more little whimpers splitting from your lips. "Don't you want to let go?" Tears blurry your vision, you can barely see his face from where he's resting Simon's head in his lap.

You can't cum. Your balls are so full they feel like they'll explode any second, cock throbbing to finally shoot your load but no matter how harshly you thrust into the willing hole beneath you. It feels like those times Makarov would put a cock ring on you, but worse, now it's your own body refusing to give you release. You haven't earned it.

"Please-" You repeat, because that's the best your mind can come up with, your hips stuttering as overstimulation stabs your nervous system like a knife. "I-please, fuck- I can't." You force out, forcing yourself to return to the punishing pace, your pelvis starting to go numb like it would a few hours into Makarov using you as a living dildo.

Price's fingers are disgustingly gentle as they curl into your sweaty hair, making you look up at him with soft pressure on your scalp. There's no bite to his touch, no pain, it's too good for a thing like you.

You'll thank what god exists that Price seemingly understands your problem, "Oh, son." You hate the hint of sorrow in his tone, you hate yourself more for how it makes your heart pound in your ears. "Here, let me" He whispers, his other hand sliding down to your naked neck.

The lack of any collars around your neck still disgusts you every waking moment, still makes you feel wrong, bad dog. His fingers wrap around your throat. They're too loose to be a proper collar, but it lets you breathe easier, his palm warm and big enough to completely cover the 'V.M' tattooed on your skin.

"Go on, that's a good boy." He whispers, "Cum for us." Price orders, kissing you so softly it disgusts you, like heaven wrapped in thorns.

You feel fresh tears spill down your tears as the dam not letting you cum is finally torn down. You hiccup your 'thank you sir's against his lips as you spill inside Simon. You can just distantly hear Simon groan as you dump your cum into his sloppy hole, muscles weakly fluttering around your cock as you roll your hips, fucking your cum deeper into him, just the act of cumming hurting almost as much as being denied, your balls aching with every spurt of cum.

You collapse on Simon, pushing the breath out of his lungs, as boneless as him. You don't struggle when Price rolls you to your side, your cock slipping out. Cum and lube gushes out from his hole like a firehose, flooding the small space between you two, his rim red and irritated, muscles weakly fluttering around nothing as they try to close.

You try to thank him but you slur your words into his skin, feeling the muscles in his abdomen quiver as you huddle closer and wrap your arms around him, your chest pressed flush to his back. You expect him to pull away, Makarov hated being vulnerable like this longer than he needed, but all Simon does is grunt and tip his head back so you can hide your face in the space between his shoulder and neck.

"You olright Simon?" Price asks, brushing a hand through your sweaty hair for a few seconds before you feel him softly wiping away your spend from you two.

"Fuck," Simon breathes out, voice scratchy and rough. "Are we sure Makarov's human?" His hand reaches up to scratch your scalp as you kiss one of the numerous bite marks you left on him. His skin is a canvass of black and blue bruises, your bite marks starting to clot across his body. "Shit, I can't feel my legs."

His words feel like a slap in the face, and you don't notice how you let out a small whimper, your hold tightening. This is it, you'll have to let him go soon, he'll order you to leave like Makarov always did.

"None of that son." Price's voice is calm in your ear, rubbing soothing circles between your shoulder blades. "You did good."

Simon hums, his fingers running lower to scruff you, "Mhm, yeah," His words are slurred, exhaustion weighing on both of you. "Best snog I've ever had." He grumbles, and you don't doubt he won't admit it in the morning, but for the moment, as you feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep, you let yourself enjoy the praise, the warmth of human touch, the care you can feel in both of them.

This is starting to feel nice.