#I would even be happy just getting to hump my pillow or his leg I just want to cum:(

[lavenderreturns]

Idk when the last time I came was I think some time a week ago but a lil unsure. Daddy has been making sure I get teased and edged every day and I’m so so horny. I feel like I’m constantly dripping and waiting for him to use my holes (my cunt is throbbing rn writing this just thinking of him using me) but uhm basically im not allowed to even have the possibility of cumming till Sunday and I really hope I’m good enough to cum because I feel so needy and desperate all the timeeeee!!!!

[moechies]

would you mayhaps mind writing more toji x bunny!hybrid reader... perchance...

pretty pleek 🥺

(ALSO I LOVE YOUR WORKS SM AHHH)

cw ❤︎ bunny is a little weird ‘n loves sniffing toji’s fat bawls ;( don’t make fun of her ! toji makin bunny jealous , throatfuckin !!!

you’re a possessive, insatiable, and messy little thing. and although he does truly love every single one of your animalistic traits, it’s definitely something anybody would find out of the ordinary. not like he minds a bit.

₊˚⊹ ❤︎

toji adores the way you pout, eyes growing bleary when he tells you he needs to leave the home for work. it’s not so much him needing to do his job, but at the mention of a ‘she’ twined into one of his sentences, and now it’s the only thing you find yourself focusing on.

he urges you not to cry, hoisting you onto his lap and pressing your hiccuping self into his warm chest before shushing you gently. but you don’t see the ill-intentioned smirk that spreads across his plum lips as he soothes you from above.

“mhm, it’s an overnight mission, s’i won’t be home till tomorrow, bun.”

“a-are you going to sleep with her ? in the same bed ?” you question meekly, and toji lets out an unassuring hum.

toji loves working you up with his words, and bringing you back down with his cock. it’s so much of a game to him, but not to you.

your poor sensitive heart clenches when he offers no sort of affirmation, leaving your little mind to wonder aimlessly. your chest huffs with both frustration and anger at his pauses, quickly attempting to pull off his chest and away from the mean, mean man.

“i-i hate you !”

but no, he doesn’t let you pull off. he holds you down tight, thighs clad against his meatier ones as his stiff cock prods against your warm cunt. “g-get.. away !” you yelp, turning away to avoid the man from seeing the falling tears that leak from your pretty eyes.

“shh, bunny. c’mere.” he chuckles, pressing your resisting chest against his despite your tried efforts, pressing gentle kisses across your face covered with streaky tears. “‘course ‘m not gonna sleep with her, dumb bunny.” you hiccup, refusing to look into him before plopping your cheek against his chest.

“liar . ‘m gonna kill her.” you whisper.

toji chuckles again, petting your hair and soft, fallen ears, pulling them up high to resemble your usual happy persona with perky ears.

“don’t be so naive, bun. ‘m yours, and yer mines. promise, hm ?”

“p-promise ?”

“i do, i promise.” he speaks, humping his bulge against your chubby cunt. you yelp, reaching out for toji’s arms for support. “c’mere. let me make it up to my bunny for bein’ s’mean.”

❤︎ ₊˚⊹

the sun’s glare peeks through the translucent curtains, waking toji from his slumber. he groans, reaching his arm over expectingly, wanting nothing more but to envelop your soft body into his; just to feel his arm fall against soft sheets instead of your skin.

the sudden throbbing ache in between his legs feels much more prominent than before, his thigh twitching at the unfamiliar feeling.

he cracks an eye open, peeking down, and…

he can’t believe his eyes.

you; your insatiable little self, with his boxers tugged barely below his sack, and your little hand pushing back on the base of his cock. your nose is nuzzled against his fat, dewy balls, taking deep inhales of his musky scent. his vision trails down your other arm, leading his sight to your hand in between your soft thighs, erratically pumping two little digits in your chubby pussy while grinding onto a soft, white pillow all at once.

“m—mister… hnnn,”

your nose twitches incessantly, nuzzling the bud impossibly deep against his manhood, little pink tongue even slipping out to get a taste.

your ears flare out to the side of your body, hairs standing, cottontail twitching because he knows you’re just so close, you’re almost there, and your little pouting lips trying their hardest to keep your mewls quiet.

and finally, you let out a content cry, filthing your tiny fingers in thick, creamy cum. your humping comes to a slow, and you finish the job by leaving a long lick of saliva against toji’s cock for one last moment of wonder.

toji can’t help but laugh, scaring the bunny life out of you. you freeze, but he stops moving. it’s just a dream, right ? there’s no way you woke him up.

and just when you’re about to scurry away, clean up your mess and slip back into the sheets as if nothing every happened, there’s a hard tug on your sensitive little ears, one that drags you back towards your boyfriend’s standing cock where you were just a few seconds ago.

did you really think he wouldn’t notice ? poor bunny.

you squeak, his cock is harshly pressed into your warm gaped, mouth, and—

“what a rude bunny. usin’ me t’get that weeping cunny off without somethin’ in return. y’owe me this, hm ?”

₊˚⊹ ❤︎

“y’r so damn messy.”

toji grumbles, fingers threading through your hair, tugging at your ears.

his thighs are covered in your sticky slobber, strings of saliva dripping down his length and falling against his bushy base.

you don’t care. a mess is easy to clean and temporary, but who knows when your owner will leave on a mission, allowing your mouth to be empty for days ?

your cheek bulges with his chub, his pre slipping against the soft flesh of your mouth and leaving a salted flavor against your tongue.

“c’mon, take it deeper.” toji urges, adjusting your little face by your hair so that his pudgy tip lays against your throat.

“bigggg stretch, bunny.” he giggles, watching your eyes widen and hands slap against his meaty thigh when he presses down your unprepared throat, stretching the resistant flesh violently. you gag a multitude of times, mouth leaking uncontrollably as if you’re lubing toji for a smoother process.

“looks like this messy bunny mouth does have some good use f’it, hm ?”

❤︎ ₊˚⊹

[katskitoshi]

I'M BEGGING FOR THE INAZUMA VERSION OF A FAVOR WITH A FAVOR 😭

"FAVOR FOR A FAVOR," with GENSHIN IMPACT.

synopsis: he helps you with something and it's only fair you pay him back, right? (mondstadt vers.) (liyue vers.)

characters (part one): dom! ayato, (modern au!)thoma, gorou, itto x gn! sub! reader

includes: massages, perverted behaviors, handjobs, blowjobs, face fucking, masturbation mentions, stuck in a washing machine, cumming outside, cumming inside, outdoor sex, marking, facials, knots.

note: can you guys tell i'm just winging it with these characters? haha, its been a while since i've played inazuma and i’m confident to say i don't think i've characterized them too well. please forgive me if they're too out of character. ^.^

ayato, the pillar of fortitude: a happy ending.

during your stay in inazuma, ayato is insistent on allowing you to stay at the kamisato residence and partake in many cultural and ceremonial events without spending a single mora from your pocket. even though he insists that you don't need to repay him, you're awfully insistent on returning the favor tenfold.

--it started as a massage. your hands had ran along his muscly back, arms, shoulders, and eventually his legs. you massaged his calves and thighs, aiming to get more and more stress out from his tense muscles. you drank is his soft gasps and little praises like a fine wine as your eyes continuously wandered upwards to his groin, covered my only a thin cloth.

your hands had stopped massaging and began to simply slide up and down his thighs as you imagined your hands on his cock instead. what would it look like? it was certainly big, for one thing. you doubted he was hard, but you could see the slight imprint of the appendage against the loin cloth he wore. would it be veiny, like his hands?

maybe he used a toy, or humped a pillow, though you didn't strike him as the type. what did he think about when he wrapped his hands around it? was it a person, a past fling, a future fantasy? what if he was thinking about you? what positions would he put you in? would he let you ride him? would he bend you over his work desk? maybe he'd fuck you right against the walls while one of his loyal servants was just outside the door. would he let you sit in front of him as he jerked off, making you watch and not touch him or yourself?

fuck, your thighs instinctively clenched together as you reached for his clothed cock subconsciously. you're snapped out of it as a veiny hand grabs your reaching wrist. "and what do you think you're doing?" ayato asks with a warm, yet condescending tone. you look up at him in shock, but desperation in your eyes. "i- nothing, my lord. please forgive me." you bow your head, but you don't feel any remorse. you want to see it, you want to feel it in your palm. warm, throbbing, and leaking over your fingers.

"it didn't look like 'nothing' to me, darling." through his bangs, his cold eyes look at the crown of your head and he smiles. you meet his frozen gaze with a gasp of surprise as you feel your hand touch his cock over the cloth. you look up at him, your own eyes clouded with lust and desperation, and he chuckles.

"isn't this what you wanted? to feel me?" he uses his hold on yoru wrist to guide yoru hand over the phallus, nearly fully erect. just feeling it, even with a piece of cloth separating the two of you makes your thighs clench even more, and your mouth open in a breathless whimper. "i know you want to repay your favor, so how about you do it this way, hm? i could really use a massage somewhere else,"

his hand no longer holds your wrist, and you jump at the chance you're given to remove the cloth. when you see it, a glob of drool escapes your lips. you could cum just from the sight. it was slightly darker than the rest of his body, with the cutest blushing tip, and to your predictions, it was veiny. there was a prominent one along the underside that wrapped around to top at it's head. and he was leaking. a milky-clear drop of precum slipped down his shaft, and you wanted nothing more than to lap at it until you were given the real thing.

"what are you waiting for? i give you full permission to quench your desires." you don't waste a second. as much as you wish to admire the beauty of his cock, you're desperate to have it an your hands and eventually in your mouth. your right hand stays near the base while your left focuses on the head. you slowly drag your hand up and down, relishing in the feeling of it in your hand. warm and thick, but you don't waste time. you wanted him warm, throbbing, and leaking in your hand and now you have him like that.

using your fingers to glide over the tip, collecting precum and spreading it along the remainder of his cock, you begin pumping at a steady pace. you focus on the monster in your hands and ayato focuses on the devout look on your face and expressed through your body. heaving chest, clenched thighs, shortness of breath. you were a mess, and he loved it.

you spit on your palm and used it as extra lubrication to move faster. you leaned your face in closer to it and give it multiple kisses along it's length, and a one on the tip before licking a drop of precum from it's opening. fuck, it tasted good too. you continued to lick at the tip and ayato's hand found its way in your hair, urging you to take more.

you looked up at him with lidded, lustful eyes, keeping eye contact as you placed the tip of his cock in your mouth. he bucked his hips slightly, his thighs clenching and his head being thrown back as you began suckling on the tip. "good, good, fuck! you're so good," he moaned, "you can take a bit more, yeah? course you can, you're my good darling."

you take more into your mouth, drinking up his groans of satisfaction and words of praise like his precum. what you don't fit in your mouth is jerked off by your left hand, while your right hand holds his balls in your hand, slightly fondling them. your tongue drags against the underside of his lock, running along the vein and taking in the taste of him. "ha, ha, ha, oh fuck!" he throws his head back, the arm not on your head being thrown over his face. he was loud, and he didn't give a single fuck.

at the last second, you pull off his cock and jerk it really fast. his eyes roll to the back of his head as ropes of white cum paint itself on your face. some land on your face, others on your tongue, and some end up on yoru clothing. you don't mind, you scoop up the cum, where ever it lands, and place it into your mouth. you swallow audibly, opening your mouth to show ayato you swallowed every drop you got in your mouth.

he pants with a flushed expression as he looks at you. "you're so fucking slutty," he tips your face up at him, using his thump to wipe some cum off your cheek and place it in your mouth as he grips your chin, "and i fucking love it." he grabs you by your neck, pulling you to straddle his lap, his cock rubbing against your aroused groin. he kisses your neck then whispers in your ears, "fuck, i'm gonna give you your own little happy ending, alright?"

thoma, protecter from afar: washing machine heart.

for all the favors he's done for you, you feel like you owe him your life! but he's too humble for that. however, he won't pass up on an opportunity to finally relieve himself of stress when you give him permission to use you after you get stuck in a washing machine.

he feels like the world's biggest pervert. taking the chance the opportunity you offered him to fuck his coworker while you're stuck in a washing machine?! it feels like something straight out of a porno he'll find himself watching in the late ours of the night while beating his cock. yet, you feel so much better than his fist and he thinks he might just be addicted.

"ah~! you're too good! s-so wet and tight and, nghh!"

he moans, and the echo of the inside of the machine reverberates the sounds of your own as thoma's cock reaches each sensitive spot inside of you. his hands grip onto your hips as pushes himself deeper inside your walls.

"wish i could see your face so bad. bet you look so cute gettin fucked and i can't even see it."

he says through clenched teeth. evident by the way he seems to fuck you with more urgency.

"'ts not fair. s'not fair," he whines, "too good. you're too good 'nd i can't even see your face. w-we'll just have to do this another time, right baby? so we can see each other faces and i can make sure you get pampered like the perfection you are."

"okay, thoma. we can do it again. i promsie."

at your words, thoma begins to hump you even faster, you can feel water drip on your lower back. were they tears or drool from the pent of pervert behind you?

thoma dips his hand below you to play with your sex, and with a few more thrusts, you cum around his cock, an he pulls out just in time to paint you ass and lower back white. he pants, admiring the sight for a few seconds before helping you out of the machine you were stuck in.

"why didn't you cum inside?"

he kisses you before gently pulling away.

"i promise i will one day soon. when we can really feel each other and i can give you the proper foreplay and worship you deserve. wanted the first time i cum inside of you to be when i look you in your eyes. "

gorou, canine warrior: promises kept.

gorou is a busy hybrid, so he isn't left with much time to relieve himself. after taking time out of his especially busy schedule to help you with a mundane task, you feel the need to repay him. you catch him jerking off and think of the perfect way to repay the favor.

--"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck~! you're too good to me, puppy!" the canine hybrid moans as he pushes your head further down his cock. his hips are swift and unstopping as drool escapes from your lips and your hand shoots between your thighs to play with your aroused sex.

how was the little shiba inu general of watatsumi able to fuck like a full grown wolf?

the roll of his hips slowed as the hybrid watches your eyes roll back. he only lets out a short breath before gently bringing one of his hands to your forehead and wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. your eyes connect with his as he licks the sweat off his thumb with a low growl.

"you're too sweet, can't promise i won't just sink my teeth in and never let go, ah-"

he's cut off my a small whimper as your purposefully rub your tounge along the underside of his cock, looking up at his with playful eyes that make his tail swish like never before. his head rolls back as his hips begin to move again. this time, slower, but focusing on hitting deeper against the back of your throat.

"nghhhh, i love you so much. you're too good to me, way too fucking good. m'gonna stuff your little hole full as soon as m'done marking my territory all over this pretty little face of yours. not gonna stop until one of us are limp from pleasure, pup."

gorou's hips focus on both speed and precision now, clearly chasing his own high through your throat. his head is thrown back as little whimpers and moans escape his lips. he mutters small promises of marking you and making sure you're filled to brim. ones you know he has no intentions of breaking.

especially when his thrust pick up speed for a few pumps then he abruptly pulls you off his cock to have rope after rope of creamy cum to paint your face and chest. his balls clench as he pumps the last load right onto your awaiting face. your hands speed up two, and you find yourseld cumming at the same time as him.

gorou feels himself harden up again just seeing your fucked out expression. from pure arousal, from the high of your orgasm, and from the face fucking you just received. his hand cups your cheek, and he kisses you gently. its a complete opposite from the treatment he just gave you.

the kisses get deeper and deeper until your hands are tangled in his hair and his are on your waist. he licks a stripe down to your nape, his sharp teeth grazing the tender flesh before he sinks them in, you let out a moan of surprise, and he leaves a few more marks across your neck.

he pulls from your neck and hovers himself over you, suddenly flipping you so you're flat against the floor. he uses your hips to pull your lower half up and curve you into a nice arch. the hybrid's hands grasp your ass, fondling the cheeks a bit before he takes a bite, leaving a hickey.

"promised i would mark you 'nd i did, didn't i? now i just gotta fill you up till one of us passes out from exhaustion."

gorou leans over your back, to whisper in your ear as he lines up his cock with your hole.

"and i promise it won't be me."

itto, the one and oni: take me before you join me.

you had challenged one of his gang members to try to become a member of his gang. and right before the fight can actually start, you realize you're severely outmatched. luckily, the gang's leader saves you before you can get your ass handed to you. you thank him, and the only thing he wants in return for saving your ass is a piece of it.

"come on baby, you've almost got me! just a few more inches to go!" he playfully taunts, watching as you practically try to crawl away from the huge cock that penetrated your hole. you let out breathless moans as your insides tried to suck in the phallus. your body was already giving in, but a small part of your rational mind knew that he was too big to handle.

you look over your shoulder at him, face warm and flushed with tears. behind your eyes, he can see you're already losing to the pleasure you're getting from him. and yet, you still try to grip onto the stone walls of the building he fucks you against and crawl away.

"its so cute! yer body's already giving into me yet yer still insisting on this song and dance that i'm too big to take."

he punctuates his words with a thrust, getting at least another inch inside. you let out a pathetically loud moan and quickly cover your mouth in shame. more moans leave you as itto's hand slaps your ass and pulls you further back to meet his pelvis. "sh-shit! you're so damn tight and soooo loud. not that i mind, but are you trying to let the whole damn city know you're getting plowed by the arataki itto?"

finally, the oni has your ass firm against his pelvis. nearly every single inch of his cock inside of your warm walls, and they clench deliciously around him. you can tell by the satisfied growl then repeated smacking of you ass. ugh, it would be so sore tomorrow. but you can't even think about it before itto starts a harsh pace.

rythmatic moans escape you. instead of attempting to crawl away from his cock, you grip the stone to stabilize yourself. you even began pushing back against him, attempting to meet him halfway, but he was too fast for you to match his quick thrusts.

"ah, shit! ittoooo~!" you pants, tears falling down yoru cheek in pure pleasure. when his hand wraps around your waist to not only support you from below, but to play with yoru sex, you cum on the spot, wailing his name like its the only word you know.

the oni only laughs, his pace unrelenting as he works you through your high while chasing his own. by the way he suddenly gets faster with the rolls of his hips, you can say that he's getting closer and closer.

"you knew you were outmatched by that small fry in a fight yet you still decided to fuck the big guy, huh?"

he movies his hand from your sex and grips your neck, turning your head to face him. as you look at him over your shoulder, you can see the evil smirk on his face.

"but theres something you still havent accounted for, baby."

and suddenly, you feel it. you feel him. your mouth opens in a breathless gasp as yoru eyes roll to the back of your head. his knot, at least the size of your fist, gets thrusted in the entrance of your hole, and you cum a second time in sync with the oni.

ropes of warm white liquid fill your walls and you drool in satisfaction. even with the knot plugging your entrance, steaks of cum still drip from yoru hole around it. you can barely see it, but itto breifly pouts at the sight of his load being wasted.

you pant out his name, but theres no answer. that is until you hiss at the feeling of your ass being slapped again.

"can't believe you thought you could be one of us when yer so weak.." he whispered.

"you're not joining my gang till you take my cock and knot without spilling even a drop of my cum. and since the great arataki ittos so nice, i'll give you a second chance right now."

(mondstadt vers.) (liyue vers.)

[ncroissant]

PLSPLSPLSPLSPLS CAN YOU MAKE A FIC WHERE WE EDGE SUB!HUSBAND! FRANCIS AND THEN FUCK HIM DUMB AFTER BECAUSE HE'S BEEN SUCH A GOOD BOY AND MAYBE OVERSTIM HIM PLS PLS

sub! husband! francis mosses x dom!doppelganger! gn! reader

summary: punishing your puppy husband (pt. 1 here)

wc: 1.3k

content warning: nsfw, established relationship, anal, cock can be read as a strap, dom/sub dynamics, nipple play, overstimulation, humping against objects, public-ish sex, francis getting through the window, hand job, dirty talk, doggy francis, collaring

author's note: hi my lovelies, i'm so sorry for the long hiatus, finals season had be worn out! i'm back now, but will be posting slower than usual :( happy to still lots of engagement on my page, u guys are the sweetest!! anyways thanks for the ask anon:) hope u guys enjoy this one!! not proof read, minors please dni !!

when he heard the door click, he felt anticipation welling up in his stomach.

you creaked the door open, looking down at the mess your husband left. the pillows were messily arranged on the couch, probably soaked in his cum and his clothes were abandoned on its armrests.

there sat your needy husband, sitting on the carpet in front of the door. he was sat flat on the ground, knees spread, balls rubbing against the floor. his fat cock was barely contained in his tight black panties and his neck was collared with a long, red leash.

he didn't need any instruction on what to wear or what position to be in while he anticipated your arrival, he already knew.

"hi honey," you cooed, walking up to him with disinterested, ruffling his hair. "what with the mess, hm?" you looked around, acting as if you didn't notice the mess before.

he whimpered, hips grinding against the carpet like a puppy. "o-oh, 'm sorry, dovie. just wanted to get ready for you," he pouted, looking up at your with his big, doe eyes.

he looked so pretty when he looked up at you, so desperately wanting you to compliment how he looked or how sexy he looked sitting on the floor, awaiting your next command. anything to elicit praise would make him literally cum on the spot.

"yeah, i see that. but surely 15 minutes is enough time to clean up around here, right?" you tilt his chin up, smiling down at him menacingly. he mirrored your nod, looking more distressed by the minute.

you let go of his chin to his dismay, bending down to pick up his leash. "c'mon pup, you know the drill," you tugged at his leash, pulling him forward. he fell on his hands and knees, crawling behind you.

you brought him to the bedroom, leading him to the window. "on your feet," you instructed as he quickly followed suit. he was expecting a spanking, overstimulation until he was soaking the sheets white, but this was different.

"up against the window, francie. hands up here," you guided him, his cock flushed against the window, as he peered over at the city.

from this view, everyone looked so small. even so, it was still embarrassing for francis to be naked in front of a window. "what're we doing, dovie?" francis bit his lip, looking back at you with an antsy look.

"well since you love letting everyone know how much of a slut you are, i thought maybe i should indulge you a bit more," you pressed a kiss against his ear, placing your chin on his shoulder.

"begging so desperately for me to play with you over the phone while i was on the job," you whispered, dragging your fingers down to his v-line. "you wanted someone to watch you play with yourself, right puppy?"

he winced at the coolness of your fingers when you gripped the base of his cock. his legs were shaking, the little people feeling much closer than they actually were. "n-no, i was just...hnngh..." he breathlessly moaned.

this was turning him on a lot more than he thought. he was in the comfort of his own home, but still felt like he was display for the entire city. watching the way you played with his cock, stroking slowly.

"are you gonna be more honest with me, honey?" you murmured, your palm rolling over the tip of his cock. he jolted, feeling himself get close. he's been close, long before you stepped through the door, awaiting the punishment in store for him.

"uh-huh...nghh...i-i'll be...g-gughh, good," he was basically gurgling on his saliva, drool dripping down his lips. "f-fugh, fuck, just the tip, hngh?" he questioned, feeling his cheek smush against the glass.

you switched to stroking, pulling back at his foreskin. his eyes rolled back at the action. "such a perfect boy, hm?" you praised, toying with his slit with your thumb. "should i be more honest with you too, honey?"

he jutted against your hand, feeling his hips stutter. "m-mhm! please, dovie?" he huffed, his fingertips greasing up the window.

"honestly, i'm not gonna stop until this entire window stained in cum," you grabbed his chin, forcing him to look forward. "'n if someone sees you from their apartment, i want you to be a good boy and give them a big smile."

there was an apartment adjacent to yours, relatively far but still visible to see people through their windows. francis felt his cock throb at your confession, nodding rapidly at your wishes.

your hands were stroking at the perfect speed for him to cum, but he knew better than that. a drop of cum leaking out meant a day without cock and quite frankly, he could not survive even a second without a cock buried in his stupidly tight hole.

"pretty panties today, honey. these new?" you tugged at the band, letting them snap back onto his pale skin. he jumped, accidentally pumping himself into your fist like a flesh light.

once he started, he couldn't stop. his hips were fucking into your fist, he felt himself getting close. "oooOOGH...'s so, fuck, hnngh," his hands balled into fists, eyes closed to imagine you doing more than just jerking his leaky dick.

you released your hold on his cock, his nearly bursting tip brushing against the glass. "tryna be cute, huh?" you chuckled, completely removing yourself from him. "looked like you real close, huh?"

"unghh...dovie, 's so, so hot. 'm so f-full of cum," he whined, smearing his pre-cum against the window. his mouth hung open, panting like a dog, leaning his cheek against the window once more.

"someone's not listening, hm?" you rubbed the bulge of your cock against his nearly exposed ass. he mewled out a moan, tears spilling out of his eyes. he was so close.

you had continuously lead him close to an orgasm, only to let go of him and let him cry his little heart out from the lack of release. his eyebrows would furrow and his lip with jut out in frustration.

and every time he'd complain, you'd reach your hands up to his nipples to turn him into a crying, moaning mess.

you'd pinch and pull at them. waving your fingers over them making him puff his chest out. you'd flick at them quickly, watching as he squirmed in your hold.

"yeah, that's what i thought," you laughed, giving them one final poke.

and when you finally deemed him worthy of a good orgasm, you'd give him so many until he was physically out of cum.

"ahhhnngghhh! 's t-too much, dovie!" he exclaimed, eye crossed, head fuzzy. "y-your cock 's soo deep, hngh, feels good, oooNGH!" he threw his head back when your hit his prostate, making him cum.

your window was more than stained, cum dripping down to your carpeted floors. "too much? didn't you beg for this, puppy?" you tugged at his collar, hand gripping onto his waist.

you thrusted deeply into him, grunting at the impact. "s-someones, hic, watchin' me, dovie, mnngh..." he mumbled, making eye contact with the guy who was jerking off to the sight of your messy husband, cum splattered all over his tummy.

"remember what i told you, honey? give 'em a show," you urged him, fingers prodding at his puffy nub, tugging them towards the window. his tongue stuck out, a smile gracing his lips.

he looked so slutty. tears and drools rolling down his face, cock grinding against the cum-stained glass and his bright, pink nipples pressing up against the window.

your perfect slut.

"say cheese, dovie," you cooed, thrusting into him one last time, cum spilling into his hole. it filled him so well that it was dripping down his inner sides, legs shaking.

your fingers slowly rubbed his nipples, as he twitched from his nth orgasm, huffing wildly. he swallowed, throat dry from all his moaning. he got into position, legs spread, ass pressed deeper against your pelvis with your cock nestled in him. his eyes trailed to the guy who watched you breed him for the past hour.

"cheeeese." he smiled.

[bunnys-kisses]

kink-o-ween - day fifteen

logan sargeant - praise kink

cw: smut/pwp, praise kink, cowgirl position, dom/sub dynamics, sub!logan, dom!reader, cuddling

kink-o-ween: formula one edition - call of duty edition

logan was your good boy. he had always been. the boy from florida loved his praise. he bloomed under it like flowers in the summer. sprouted to be closer to your words. you loved showering him in the praise he deserved, in the love he deserved.

you were lounging against the arm of the couch in your apartment in florida. you two lived here now that logan was driving indy. it was easier, closer to family. your book was open up on the arm of the couch as you got comfortable.

but your space was soon invaded by logan. he looked down at you from the couch and you smiled at him, "you know this book is painfully inaccourate about a formula one romance."

logan made a face and picked the book up out of your hands, "i bet you could write something better." there was still a bit of bad blood between him and formula one. he grabbed your bookmark from your lap and put it in the book, "maybe try your hand and indy racing." he winked.

he placed the book down and got onto the couch. he laid out behind you and got your arms wrapped around him. he had been in a video meeting all morning and now yearned for the sweet embrace of his girlfriend.

"kisses?" he asked, you could tell he was smiling.

"needy, needy boy. how did you survive when you were globe-trotting with williams?" you held onto him tightly. he was your logie-bear for a reason. cuddling him was like cuddling a giant stuffed bear.

"you want the truth?"

you lightly chuckled as you kissed the side of his face, "am i not going to like it?"

he mulled over it for a moment, "i mean... i would personally take it as a compliment."

you squeezed him a little, "hit me with it, honey."

"i would have one of your sweatshirts. i think you know the one. the one with the holes in them that you patched up but eventually you just threw it out." he recalled as he held your arms, "i'd throw it over a spare pillow in the hotel room. and then i'd snuggle with it."

"oh i thought you were going to say that you humped it." you laughed a little and then ran your fingers through his short hair.

logan laughed, "i thought about it. but, i have quite the collection of photos of you. so, that solved that problem... wasn't as good as the real thing."

you giggled, "oh yeah?" you kissed his face once more, "i guess that's what they're there for. i bet you thought about me day and night. i bet it drove you crazy."

logan shifted a little, "of course." he could feel the heat in his cheeks at the memories of you he had. what kept him company while on the road.

"because you're my good boy, right?" you said softly, "maybe i should write an indy racing novel about the best boy ever." you held onto his hair for a moment, even giving it a small yank, "the future number one."

he swallowed, "please, sweetheart." he chuckled, "don't tease me." too many nights alone, even now in indy. he yearned for you, he yearned for your praise.

you giggled, "i was about to get to the smutty part of my book. but, maybe you and i can fill those gaps." you were asking him to have sex with you. to feel up your lover.

he looked over his shoulder at you and chuckled, "honey, like i'm going to say no to having sex with you."

"then be a good boy and let's go to the bedroom." you knew that logan was fast, even on his two legs. but the way the driver moved to get to the bedroom made you laugh a little. you soon joined him in the bedroom, a few steps behind him.

when you got through the door he grabbed you and picked you up. he got you onto the bed before his lips were on yours and his hands at the bottom of your t-shirt. you moaned into the kiss and held onto his head.

"my good boy. you are so good for me." you cupped his face, "my big strong, handsome boyfriend" you rubbed his face and he leaned into your hand like a happy puppy. it was painfully cute and you rewarded his good behaviour for kisses along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.

you got his t-shirt off of him and he did the same to you. he palmed your breasts lovingly as he kissed you once more. while he loved your praise, he loved the feeling of his lips against yours even more. you held onto his shoulders while you pushed him down onto the bed.

he laid out for you, he looked like an angel.

you ran your hands down his chest and smiled at him, "such a good boy for me. you know what, right? you're so good. so loving and caring. you always get back up when you're knocked down. nothing can stop my logie-bear." you giggled before you leaned over to kiss him on the lips.

he blushed a little bit as he shifted on the bed a little bit, "c'mon, honey. no need to lay it on so thick." but he was met with kisses all over his face with hands at his sweatpants.

"no, no. i'll lay it on as thick as i want." then kissed the corner of his mouth before you pulled away as he helped you get his bottoms off. soon even the socks were off and you were both naked in bed together.

"trying to use all the lines for your book? see if they work." logan laughed as you ran your hands down his chest before you took him by the face and kissed him deeply.

"oh, of course. my indy racing novel with the stunning male lead who is such a good boy." you purred as you straddled his waist and beamed down at him.

logan melted a little, "sounds like a best-seller. i'd buy a copy. maybe i'll be lucky and get the lovely author to sign it for me."

you held onto his shoulders while you sank on his cock with a little help from him. you looked down at him and smiled, "maybe, if you're good."

logan shuddered from the praise as you fully seated yourself onto him. when you were finally on his cock, he held onto your hips. not to control the pace, but to just feel closer to you. to feel your warmth and love as you rode him.

"mmm, my handsome boy. my handsome logan." you moaned as you really started to pick up pace with your movements. you watched his facial expressions, he looked beautiful. you knew that you'd be in love with him for a lifetime.

"please, babe. ah! honey." he groaned as he held onto you tighter. the praise made his head cloudy with a sexual need as the bed creaked under the both of you. he loved you, so much.

you smiled and continued to move against him. you knew it was a lot for him, the praise swirled in his head like a whirlpool as you rode him. the thrust of your hips against him.

your beloved driver, you precious lover who made your heart swell with love. you could write a million novels about him! you moaned a little bit and felt the flood of pleasure down to your feet.

the heat ran course through your body and you continued to move. logan loved it too, given that when he felt really good his eyes closed and his expression looked more blissed out. you once joked he looked like the pretty boys in mcu movies, but to see him so relaxed and overtaken by pleasure because of. well, that was a sight worth a thousand words.

"my handsome man." you said softly as you continued to ride him, "you are the perfect boyfriend and an amazing driver. you're going to lay waste to the track." you giggled before you kissed him some more.

he loved the praise and he loved you.

your movements continued as did the praise. you moaned then said, "fuck, logan. i love you so much. i hope you know that you're a good boyfriend. i knew from the moment i met you that i'd love you forever." you held onto him a little tighter.

logan held onto you while you rode him. he kept you steady while you rutted against him. he eyed you from your sweet expressions to the giggle of your breasts.

"oh, fuck, logan." you moaned.

your pace continued, it only continued. you whimpered a little bit and felt the pleasure circulate through your body. the movements were quick and hot. the thump of your chest was loud as your toes curled a little from the sensation.

"you complete me."

"good." he exhaled shakily, the pleasure clouded his head. everything felt a little fuzzy in a good way. he could feel his heartbeat in his ears as you worked his cock.

this was better than any old hoodie or any album of photos. he could have a photo of you in every angle and it wouldn't satisfy him the way having you in person was. the kisses continued and logan was in heaven. he rubbed your hips while you continued to thrust against him, you were practically bouncing on his cock.

soon the need to orgasm became at the forefront of your mind. you gripped onto him tightly for support as you worked him up and down. your soaked cunt becoming familiar with his cunt. you panted heavily and tensed up as you felt close to climax.

"please. logan." you panted as you felt excitement run through you. you arched your back as you climaxed around his cock. you moaned a little bit and rode out your orgasm.

the throb in your skull from the intense emotion made you shudder and your nipples grew hard. logan licked his lips and breathed heavily as you continued to ride him even after you climaxed.

he held onto you, his said how much he loved you. how much you meant to him. that you were his girlfriend! you were his love! then tensed his grip on you as he felt close to climax. you knew he was and it made you lean in close to his ear.

"good boy." you said with love tinged in your voice.

and that sent him over the edge. he finished inside of you and he groaned through grit teeth. when he finally relaxed his grip on you. you planted both hands on the center of his strong chest before you went in to kiss him deeply on the mouth.

he melted a little before you pulled away and he got you down on the bed beside him. he wrapped his strong arms around you and you smiled at him. he asked, "was that better than your book?"

you tapped your chin playfully as you replied, "i guess so. but i might need some more research for my book."

he smiled at you, "well, yeah. of course."

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you watched logan thumb through the pages of the book slowly. you shifted from one foot to another. you went through two editors and the publishing house to get this published. but yet you felt nervous when your driver boyfriend reading your book.

what started off as a joke turned into a pet project for almost six months. while the book was a little cheesy, you were more nervous about getting all the details of racing right.

logan looked up at you from the top of the book and smiled behind the pages, "i see someone's done their research."

"well, i had the best teacher to answer all my dumb questions." you beamed.

he put the book down and pulled you into his lap. he wrapped his strong arms around you and held you tightly. he kissed your neck and said, "you did amazing, sweetheart!"

he craved your praise. but he was more than happy to give you some of your own. <3

[bbokicidal]

Hello! The dick analysis was so 🤤🤤🤤 and you’ve become my virgin!skz dealer now! 😍😍😍

Speaking of which, what kind of subs would skz be? Could you write some hcs pls?

(Ps: I hope the headache you had has gone away! 🫶)

Have a wonderful day (or night depending on when you’re reading this)! ❤️❤️❤️

I'm about to do some bombass 5-STAR themed makeup but I'll write up some quick head canons, sure!! (Also my migraine has mostly gone away lol, ty for well wishes !!)

Chris :

Softest bottom ever, so compliant and eager to please.

Power... bottom? Maybe? Mm, not the right word. More of; He'll do anything you ask and he miiiight fuck you on his own a little if you're edging him and he knows he can't take it anymore.

So obedient. So so obedient, so sweetheart coded. Just there to make you feel good 'n gets soooo flustered with his ears and neck all red in embarrassment from having all your attention on him. <3

Minho :

Brat !! Brat I say !!!

So bratty, so mean. Cannot keep his mouth shut because he's always whining or biting back about how you're moving too slow or you're not going hard enough with him.

Be mean !! Spit in his mouth to assert dominance. That'll shut his ass up. <3

Changbin :

Pillow Princess Bin <3

The sweetest angel in bed. Less of an eager pleaser than Chris and more just - happy to be there, enjoying the moment, basking in the worship and adoration you shower him in.

Sit on his face and suffocate him. Man likes to eat, 'n that includes your holes. ;)

Hyunjin :

SO loud. So so loud, so whiny. Constantly moaning. Literally produces the PRETTIEST sounds you'll ever hear when he's subbing !!

The type to enjoy nipple clamps and wearing lacy lingerie for you because he knows just how much you like how lean he is <3333 (im tweaking out im just inserting my own fantasies in here now)

Looooves to be edged. Wants you holding a vib to the tip of his pretty pink cock until he's actually spraying cum and shaking so much he can't breathe. Also likes to have his ass ate, I don't make the rules. (I do.)

Jisung :

Bottom. BITCH.

Aka not a sub very often but when he does???? Mmm Mm MMMMM. So so so submissive, enters subspace so fucking fast when he's feeling a bit down. Also a very good communicator about what he wants/needs for the evening!!!

Honestly? I think his favorite thing to do while being submissive is dressing up. He likes wearing the big hoodies, the frilly socks, having his hair pinned back and sitting w his cute lil anime girl legs.

Felix :

Alright I'm gonna say on one hand, I can see him in cute pink clothing with garter belts and stockings and sleeves covering his hands, etc etc etc. Whimpering, hair in bows and pigtails, all cute 'n shit.

Another part of me says he's just so vanilla when hey subs and it's bc he doesn't prefer subbing. He really only subs when you either A) ask him to so you can experiment, or B) he needs you to blow him. :)

Definitely a moaner tho. <3

Seungmin :

An actual dog, bro.

Growls, bites, even spits at you sometimes. A brat, fr! Buuuuut if you put him in his place then he's sooooo compliant and whimpering like the good puppy he is.~

The type to hump your leg if you deny him his needs, biting at your thighs and even eating you out with long licks to get your attention until you flip him over 'n suffocate him by sitting on his face. <3

Jeongin :

I really don't see him as submissive,,,, ever. So I'm gonna say he's really only submissive when he's by himself.

Has definitely used toys before on himself, has taken it up the ass. Did enjoy it but won't admit it aloud bc he's too shy. <3 But !!!

He did let you in on his secret a lil later on, and now if you ask reaaaaaally nicely and have it all planned out, he might let you peg him until he cries. <3 (Face down ass up Innie?? MMMMM)

[pretty-circa006]

Unhealthy Attachments pt. 7

Jacket

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Coach! Negan x Student! F! Reader

summary Negan comes by to get his jacket he left behind, but ends up leaving with you too tags (f) masturbation, a prayer gone wrong, idk if this is blasphemous or not, if it is, i'm sorry

wc 1.4k

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Last night, after Negan left, you realized he left behind his leather jacket. Secretly, you wished he’d come back and get it so you could see him again. Although if he did, you wouldn’t know how to act, especially since you were home alone this time. You shamelessly held the garment up to your nose and inhaled the scent. It smelled like his cologne, which immediately relaxed you. The smell brought you back to all those times Negan comforted you in his arms when you were sad at school and the rare times you’ve hugged him out of happiness. You’d do anything to feel his arms around you again, whether it be hugging you, touching you…feeling you. You pulled the jacket away from your face, embarrassed that your mind went there, and even more ashamed at the wetness pooling between your legs. 

You hurried upstairs to your room and tossed the jacket on your bed before kneeling on the floor. You had to get those sinful thoughts out of your head and you knew exactly how. You closed your eyes, bowed your head, and folded your hands. 

“Dear Lord,” you prayed, “please please please get these sinful thoughts out of my head! I don’t mean to think them, they just appear whenever I think of Negan.” At the mention of his name, your mind automatically wandered to him, recalling that time he came to your rescue in the locker room and took off his sweater, revealing his toned stomach, hip bones, the hair around his belly button that trailed beneath his gym shorts. You shook the image out of your head and tried to continue your prayer. 

“I didn’t mean to sin,” your voice cracked as tears pricked your eyes, “I’m gonna do my best to stop thinking about him like that…” Your mind pictured him pulling off his sweater and t-shirt he always wore underneath all the way off, finally showing you the tattoos you got glimpses of here and there. He’d smirk at you as his licks his lower lip before ordering you to your knees and-

“Please forgive me!” You rushed out, unable to stop the thoughts. Your pussy was soaked and throbbing as you imagined your coach and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Prayer didn’t help, so maybe giving into the thoughts would. You stood up and pulled down your jeans and panties before stepping out of them and getting into your bed. Grabbing the leather jacket, you held it up to your nose and inhaled his scent once again. Your hand quickly found your stiffened clit and began rubbing circles at the perfect pace, pleasuring you further. You were so sensitive that your orgasm was approaching quickly. Your back arched and hips bucked up, rutting against your own hand as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. 

“Ah! Negan!” You moaned out quietly as you pictured it was his hand bringing you closer to your peak. You took another whiff of his jacket, inhaling the faint aromas of cigarettes and cologne, before sitting up. You grabbed one of your pillows and put the jacket on it before humping it as your orgasm washed over you. Hot tears of shame poured out of your eyes as you sobbed, ashamed of what you just did. If Negan or your parents ever found out what you did, they’d never look at you the same again. You were already sure that God was disgusted at your depravity and honestly, you were, too. You buried your face in your other pillow as you sobbed into it. 

Through your sobs you heard the doorbell ring. You ignored it, but the person on the other end kept ringing it and banging on the door. It was probably the mailman or a neighbor wanting a petition to be signed, but their knocking and the bell ringing was growing annoying, so you forced yourself out of bed, not bothering to put on your panties or jeans because your t-shirt was long enough. 

“What!” You snapped as you aggressively flung the door open. You immediately regretted your choice of clothing and attitude when you saw it was Negan standing in the doorway. Your hands flew to the bottom of your t-shirt and tugged at it, trying, but failing, to make it longer. His hazel eyes scanned you up and down, taking in your nervous stance and tear swollen eyes.

“What crawled up your ass and died?” He asked, that dimpled grin on his smug face. You used your other hand to wipe at your teary eyes. 

“What do you- why are you here?” You stuttered. 

“Left my jacket here last night and that shit was expensive as hell, so I came to get it back.” 

Right, the jacket. Your mind was so far gone that you were embarrassed you didn’t realize. 

“Oh, yeah. Right. C-come in, have a seat and I’ll go get it.” He followed you inside, glancing around the living room as if he weren't here yesterday. His eyes, however, lost focus on the plain four walls of the living room when they happened to land on your ass, or at least the little part you struggled to keep from peeking out underneath your oversized t-shirt. You held the shirt tightly between balled fists as you hurried up the stairs, both in a rush to put on some pants and get Negan the hell out of there. 

It was only then that the severity of what you did just hit you. You had just humped his jacket, used his jacket to bring yourself to an orgasm. Knots formed in your stomach upon realizing that you'll have to give him his jacket that you just masturbated with. Your heart beat faster and your hands shook as you picked his jacket up off your bed. You inspected it and relaxed a little upon realizing your actions seemingly left no trace. After quickly throwing your panties and jeans back on, you hurry back downstairs with the jacket in hand. 

"What's with the outfit change? What you had on before was cute," he teased with a shit eating grin on his face. 

Shame burned on your face and you violently tossed the jacket at him, but Negan being Negan, he caught it effortlessly. 

"Well, there's your jacket..." you said awkwardly, almost as if you were dismissing him from your home. Truthfully, though, you didn't want him to leave, even if it was hard to face him. 

The silence in the air was stiff as he sat in the living room. He was on the edge of the couch, torn between getting up to leave, and staying. When his eyes met yours, you quickly averted them, choosing to look toward the kitchen instead. Last night, you were so bold. You were all over him, being such a tease, but now you seemed more shy than before. He didn't know what changed, but it seemed to tell him all he felt he needed to know; he was making you uncomfortable, and that's the last thing he'd ever want to do. 

"Guess I'll head out now. Got shit to do," he announced as he stood from his seat on the couch. 

"Wait!" you squeaked, causing him to freeze. Oddly enough, a tinge of relief washed over him at that. 

"Do...do you want something to drink?" 

He sat back down, this time actually relaxing into the leather couch. "I'll take a beer, sweetheart." The term of endearment caused the butterflies in your tummy to go wild. You hurried into the kitchen, unable to look at Negan any longer, and rummaged through the fridge. You hoped your dad wouldn't be upset if you took one of his beers and gave it to Negan, but you were grounded indefinitely, so did it even matter? 

"Here." You handed him the cold bottle and his larger hand caressed your smaller one during the handoff, causing your breath to catch in your throat. You didn't notice the way the corner of his mouth tugged into a sly smirk at your reaction. You plopped down onto the couch beside him and began chugging the cold glass of water you got for yourself, when in reality, what you really needed was a cold shower. 

"What the hell do you even do all day now that you're on spring break?" he asked between sips of his beer. 

"Absolutely nothing. I'm grounded forever, remember?" 

"Why don't we get out of here?" 

You think for a second. Deep down you were afraid of getting into more trouble, but following your parents' rules your whole life led you to being the most hated in your school and having no friends. 

"Let's go." 

@dungeons-bat since you asked to be tagged!

[kyeomray]

rise and go down on him

pairing: kim mingyu x afab reader

content: established relationship, some fluff, slice of life, pwp, smut (18+ MDNI!!!!)

summary: mingyu is the busiest man you know, yet he always finds time to take care of you. so on the one morning he has time to sleep in, you decide to repay the favor. (smut warnings below)

word count: 2.3k

a/n: this is the first fic i’m releasing on tumblr…kinda nervous lol. I realize this concept might be overdone but I thought it was a good place to start and hope I put my own spin on it!! let me know if anything looks wrong with the format and thank you for reading xx

smut warnings: some kissing, dry humping, handjob, oral (m receiving), pet names (baby, babe, slut one time), cum eating, some pussy touching, tbh this is filthy sorry not sorry.

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you stir awake as large, warm arms engulf you from behind. smiling sleepily, you bring your hands up to softly rub along the length of them. mingyu grumbles into your hair and you let out a snort at how cute he is. you missed mornings like this.

being an idol, mingyu’s mornings didn’t typically start this freely. he was either up and out the door far before you even even woke up, or so exhausted he slept through most of his off days. you understood - with his grueling and inconsistent schedules - why intimate mornings were such a rare occurrence between the two of you.

despite his lack of time (and often energy), mingyu never neglected to make you happy and totally satisfied in your relationship. if he got food while he was out after practice, he always brought some home for you. he cleaned up after himself no matter how tired he was, knowing how much you didn’t like to do it. if he was too sleepy to dote on you, he would just suffocate you with snuggles until you both drifted off instead. and lastly, he never, ever, left you wanting or needy.

he savored every second of time you had together. his favorite was dragging you to shower with him whenever he got the chance. he would press you against the wet tiles and throw your leg over his shoulder, burying his face into your wet heat until your whole body trembled. he’d bend you over your vanity while you did your morning routine, being careful not to ruin your hair or makeup while he plowed into your cunt from behind. he would even finger you till you cried while you watched movies on the couch if he didn’t have energy for anything else. he always assured you it was okay. he wanted to pleasure you every chance he got. and you were so in love with him for it.

this particular morning, you woke up in a spectacular mood. it’s not often mingyu gets a few days off in a row and it’s definitely not often that you both get to sleep in together. the realization makes your heart flutter, and you bring mingyu’s big hand up to press delicate kisses on his knuckles.

you feel him stir behind you, the evenness of his breathing coming to a stop. he presses his face further into the mess of your hair, inhaling deeply. you giggle slightly at the action, squirming at the warmth.

“good morning, handsome.” you whisper, resuming your stroking of his forcep. he groans quietly behind you.

“mornin’ baby.” mingyu rasps. he still sounds exhausted, and your heart clenches a little. you know he probably won’t want to get up for a while, and not one bit of you blames him or disagrees. you snuggle back into him further, relishing in the way his arms tighten around you.

“missed this so much ‘gyu.” you sigh softly, letting your head fall back to the pillow. “missed waking up with you.”

“me too, angel. c’mere.” mingyu moves his arm away from you and pulls on your hip gently, and you can tell he wants you to turn around.

you do exactly that, shifting your body until you’re facing your boyfriend in his arms. you’re so close that you can feel his soft breath fanning across your face. you beam at him before burrowing your head in the crook of his neck. he smells so warm and good, and you don’t think you ever want to leave this spot.

you love mingyu so incredibly much, and now is one of those times when your whole body is buzzing with that feeling. he always does so much for you, and you want to start doing half as much. making him feel half as loved as he makes you feel (which is still a lot). you can feel the mischievous grin form on your face; you know exactly what to do and you have the time today.

you start off innocent; lifting your head up to place small pecks all over mingyu’s cheeks and nose. his eyes open slightly as a small smirk forms on his lips, and you take that as an opportunity to press your own against them. he immediately melts into you, sighing into your mouth and rubbing his hands along the span of your back.

you hook your arms underneath mingyu’s armpits, moving your hands up to tug softly at the hair on his nape while you lightly suck his lips into your mouth. he groans at the action, and his tongue is immediately prodding at your lips.

you part your mouth, his tongue quickly finding your own and swirling against it. you can’t help the small whine that escaped you when mingyu’s hands find your ass, groping and squeezing the soft flesh shamelessly (and as if he isn’t still half asleep). he chuckles sleepily at your reaction, and you pull back from him briefly.

“you’re kind of a pervert, you know that kim mingyu?” there’s a smile on your face, and mingyu decides to push things a little further, slipping his hands into your underwear and spreading your ass cheeks apart while biting his lip. you gasp, pressing your hips further into him. “forget kind of, you’re a gigantic fuckin’ perv.”

“you do this to me, baby. it’s your fault i’m so horny all the time.” you laugh a little at the pout on his face, and move up to resume kissing him. his mouth is moving hungrily against yours despite the tired state of his body, and it has butterflies erupting deep in your stomach. you yank at his hair again, rougher this time, and attach your lips to the cut of his jaw.

he sighs out when you throw a leg over his hip, essentially laying halfway on top of him. your lips continue their attack on his neck, sucking marks into his soft skin as you roll your hips against him. mingyu is groaning softly, grabbing behind your knee and hauling you even closer to him. your thigh is pressed against something hot and hard when he does so, and an evil grin spreads on your face.

pulling back slightly, you watch mingyu’s face as you slowly trail your hand down his abdomen. the sight before you is kind of hilarious, really. his eyes are still heavy with sleep and his hair is a mess on top of his head, but his cock is raging against you underneath his shorts. you giggle at the sight as your hand reaches its destination.

his breath hitches when you rub your hand over him, stroking the shape of his erection teasingly. you can tell he’s already fully hard, and you squeeze your hand around him firmly just to feel the way his cock pulses in your grip. wetness seeps past the seam of your pussy as you do, and settles on the seat of your panties. you’ve got a long and fun morning ahead of you, you already know it.

“so hard for me already, and I just started touching you, gyu.” slipping your hand under his waistband, you smooth your fingertips over the oozing tip of his cock, relishing in the broken gasp he lets out.

“mm—mhm, y-yeah baby. you make me so hard.” he grunts, and you can tell he’s already gone. already panting as you rub his cock, working him up till he breaks.

“you work so much, baby. let me take care of you today.” you purr against his neck, wetly smooching the flesh there before pushing him to lay fully on his back. his cock stands straight up in his boxers, tenting the fabric almost comically. you work down his body, kissing and licking down his stomach before you reach his crotch.

you decide to tease him further, mouthing his dick over the fabric of his underwear until the material is soaked through. mingyu groans frustratedly, but you can tell he’s still too tired to reprimand you. you continue your ministrations, sucking and licking the covered tip of him till his thighs are trembling and he’s whining above you.

“fuck,” he gasps out when you yank his underwear down just enough so that his cock springs up against his stomach. he’s already leaking so much, and you wrap your fingers around his shaft to feel the weight of him. “p-please,” mingyu manages, tears already welling up in the corners of his eyes. “please don’t tease me baby. n-need you so bad.”

“I’m gonna take care of you gyu, don’t worry. gonna suck on your big cock till you explode.” you emphasize your words by spitting lewdly on his dick, working your hand around him while the wet noises of it fill the room. his body noticeably relaxes into the bed, and that’s when you go to town.

your lips wrap around him, massaging them over his tip before dipping your tongue into his leaking slit. he cries out and his whole body jolts, making you smirk against him. you go back to work, taking him further into your mouth with each bob of your head. his cock is coated in your saliva at this point, and you know this is only the beginning of the mess you two are going to make.

you look up at him as you practically bounce your mouth on his length, taking in his fucked-out expression. he’s still panting, and small whines and grunts are escaping with his breath. squeezing your fingers around his base, you hollow your cheeks around him, slowly sucking up his shaft until you reach the tip and swirl your tongue over him.

“fucking hell…you’re s-so fucking good at that. shit.” mingyu moans loudly, and you can tell you’re gonna be so wet that your underwear stick to you like a second skin after this. you’re desperate to make him cum, feel his cock jump with each spurt, so you hasten your movements. jerking him off as you slurp around him, making spit drip down the length of him.

you unwrap your hand from his shaft, bringing it down to play with his balls instead. he practically sobs out at that, his thighs quivering with each pass your lips make over the ridge of his head. he starts babbling, and that’s how you can tell he’s getting close.

“ss-so good baby. ‘m not gonna last. so so g-good.” mingyu slurs, drool beginning to seep onto his pillow as his eyes roll back. you take him deeper, your nose nearly touching his navel with each bob of your head. he’s so big that you’re starting to gag on him, but you push through anyway. you can’t help but wonder what the room would sound like to someone else, with the way you’re choking and slobbering on his dick.

mingyu’s riding the edge at this point, just needs a little something to get him there. it’s a good thing you know his body like the back of your hand, because you practically read his mind. gripping his girth once again, you squeeze the base of him. your lips tighten around him, dragging your tongue along with them as you move up his shaft. mingyu’s balls are tightening, his cock throbbing as you suction your mouth around him. you mentally prepare to take his load as you lap at his frenulum, already feeling him twitch under your tongue. sure enough, he starts crying out, desperate and pathetic ‘ahhh’s spilling from him and increasing in pitch.

“mmh, gonna cum. shit, baby. g-gonna cum. I—I’m cumming—mmmph!” mingyu’s jaw practically unhinges in a long, strained moan, his back threatening to arch off of the bed as his cock jerks in your mouth, pulsing with spurts of thick cum that land on your tongue and the back of your throat. you swear he cums for hours, his knuckles turning white as he grips the bed sheets.

you struggle to swallow the large mouthful of his load, but you somehow manage with only a few drops leaking out of the corners of your mouth. you squeeze the last few drops out of him with your hand before laving your tongue over him one last time to clean him up.

his body jerks and he whimpers in sensitivity at the overstimulation. you place one last kiss on his tip before sitting up, knowing he’s had enough. you watch him with your hands on your knees, observing the way he’s attempting to catch his breath, his arm draped across his forehead. he manages a small chuckle as he notices you staring, cocking your head to one side.

“you’re fucking unreal. I hope you know that.” he breathes, making your cheeks blossom with heat despite the lewd acts you just performed on him. you know mingyu is spent, but honestly giving him head makes you so fucking horny, you’re worried you might have to rub one out in the shower if he has no energy left.

luckily for you, mingyu can tell exactly you need him (by the way you squirm and squeeze your thighs together), and he won’t ever leave you wanting. especially after some of the best head of his life. he motions you over to him with a lazy wave of his hand. “c’mere baby. wanna feel how wet you are.”

you crawl over to him slowly, situating your clothed, aching pussy straight over his outstretched hand. he hums in delight at the way your arousal immediately coats his fingertips, and teasingly presses them into you. you whimper shakily, practically keeling over as he immediately finds your throbbing clit.

“fuck,” mingyu groans. “fucking drenched. does sucking my dick make you that horny, dirty girl?” he teases, his sleepiness fading away with each passing second as your hips grind into his hand.

“y-yes gyu,” you whine. “need your cock so bad. please. please.” he chuckles at your desperation, pulling his hand away from your cunt and grabbing your hand instead and pulling you to straddle him.

“such a little slut. c’mere baby, ride my cock.”

***

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I Knew Your Were Trouble When You Walked In 8

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, dry humping, violence, threats, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“Come on, sweetheart. You’re not gonna lay on the couch all day, are you?” Pete stands above you as you hug a pillow. 

A clammy sheen coats your body as your insides ache. As much as you want to scrape his touch off of you, it lingers. The humiliation is as boiling as the fever. Your body aches through and through. Your stomach is empty but sickened and your head just keeps pounding. 

You whimper, “please.” 

“Now, why are you acting like this when I just treated you all nice.” He bends over you and lowers his voice, “we both felt that.” 

“No, please,” you croak and cover your head. “I... I need to call the clinic.” 

“You’ll go in a few days for your next appointment. Let old Pete take care of you.” He hooks an arm under you and halls you up. You cry out at the agony. “What’re you being so pathetic for? I didn’t even ask you to suck it yet.” 

You push on his chest as your legs shake under your weight. “You don’t...get it. I’m sick. I could die.” 

“You’re not gonna die, sweetheart.” He grabs you by the chin and lets you dangle. “You’re going to learn your lesson.” 

You whimper and latch onto him. You can barely stand. You haven’t felt like this in so long. You hate it. It reminds you of when you were helpless. When you were tied to a hospital bed and waiting for the end. 

“Don’t you go crying. That doesn’t do nothing for anyone, does it? What you do is you say, ‘I’m sorry, Pete. I’ll be your good girl.’” He jerks you meanly. 

You sniffle and flutter your lashes, “Pete. P-Pete. I’m sorry.” Your throat tightens around each syllable, “I’ll be a good... girl.” 

“No, no, say it right.” 

“I’ll... be your good girl.” You whine. “Please call the clinic, please.” 

“Shhhh,” he snakes his hand around your neck and bends to hook his other arm around you. He scoops you up and the world tilts around you. “I got you, sweetheart. I got my good girl.” 

He snickers and winks as he carries you across the apartment. You lean into him. You can’t do much else but let him do what he wants.  

He takes you into the bedroom and lays you on the bed. You groan and melt into the mattress. He looms over you, hands on his hips, and tuts. 

“See, I can be nice. I’m not even gonna make you do nothing. You can watch.” 

You babble dumbly. You don’t understand. You can hardly think straight. Your head lolls as you watch him move around the room. 

He goes to the dresser and pulls open the top drawer. You blink and stare as he reaches inside. He sifts around before plucking out a pair of your panties. He turns back and struts up to the bed, his other hand tugging at his pants. 

He pulls his dick over the top of the fabric and wraps your panties around his length. You stammer senselessly as he pumps himself slowly. He moans into a snicker. 

“I just gotta imagine how the real thing feels, huh? I don’t need you all dopey headed as I’m scrambling your guts.” He growls and speeds up, his breath harrying with his motion. “Just a little preview for my good girl.” 

He strokes himself, his head poking out above the rumpled panties. Your eyes glaze and you turn your head up. He snarls and grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He leans a knee on the bed as he keeps going. 

He hisses and huffs. You feel the tension in his grip. He grunts and spasms, gritting his teeth as he leans over you. 

“Open up, sweetheart.” He squeezes until your squeal and part your lips.  

He pushes his tip against your mouth and twitches. He cums in a fit of tremours, his low voice droning around you. You nearly gag on the taste of him, just as nauseated by your own helplessness. 

He slows and smears the slick mess around your lips with his swollen head. He shivers and cups his balls as he sighs. He lets you go and gently taps your cheek. 

“See, I knew you could be good for me.” 

[slamsuckingslut]

r6 spetsnaz head canons (SLIGHT NSFW)

my 4 favorite beefy Russian men... Just little head canons i have about how they look (for tachanka and kapkan mainly, but glaz and fuze included anyway)

CREDIT TO ALL ARTISTS WHOS ART I HAVE USED IN THIS !!

TACHANKA / ALEXSANDR SENAVIEV

He most likely has graying hair, being in his 50s I believe?? Late 40s to early 50s, this man is graying, he's been through a divorce and has like 3 kids i think. His hair is a dark brown/black with gray streaks and roots, his eyebrows having already grayed with bits of black in them still. Very salt and peppered. He definitely isn't all muscle anymore in his older age, having a bit of pudge around his stomach, hips, chest and arms. Pretty much a super fucking muscular dad bod but better cause its our lord. He might have a few stretch marks hidden in the scars from battle on his body, but isn't ashamed if you point them out. I don't see him as the type to have a beard, maybe a mustache if you think about it too hard, but I'd guess clean cut just very stubbly. but LAWD he is most definitely hairy as hell everywhere else if we ignore the animation for his elite skin and how oiled up he looks... hnnggg.... BUT he most def has very hairy legs, some chest hair but not much, gotta show off the tats, and a happy trial. He is most def packing a monster and keeps his pubes slightly trimmed, just enough to be bearable, he's getting older, he cant be bothered to be as smooth shaven as when he was young.

10/10 would chew on him like a teething toy.

KAPKAN / MAXIM BUSADA

love of my life, apple of my eye, can do no wrong, babygirl... Okay so, he's in his late 30s, not so much graying yet but def getting there. He's got dark roots and light brown ends, most likely no beard just very long stubble. 5 o'clock shadow king. He's still quite fit, not as much squish as tachanka but most def still a bit squishable. he might have slight stretch marks around his arms or thighs. HE ALSO IS SO HAIRY. Literal Russian bear, okay?? This man is a hunter, he def stays hairy because quote, "A true hunter can be an animal himself." or some mystical quote about being a true hunter like that. But he's got hairy arms and legs, chest hair and a thick happy trail leading down to barely even trimmed pubes and again an absolute monster schlong. he seems like the type to go all natural with his shaving habits, only trimming it a bit if you ask. He most definitely has lots of scars around his body, and isn't afraid to tell you about them whenever you ask.

11/10, would put him in a jar and shake it around like he was a little bug.

GLAZ / TIMUR GLAZKOV

He's 30, and DAYUM does he look good.. his hair is black, you can tell that be looking at the obvious beard thing he's got. He doesn't seem like he'd be very hairy, being i think the youngest of the 4, he stays pretty clean shaven besides the beard. Not much body hair besides legs, arms, and a thin happy trail leading down to a medium monster and very well trimmed pubes. they aren't completely shaven, but are very short. He seems like he is mostly made of lean muscle, so he isn't the squishiest but is still very soft. I don't think he's really started to get stretch marks yet, but definitely has loads of scars, considers his body a canvas and the scars the art on it that tell the story, and of those stories he will only share a few with you if you ask cause most of them he doesn't really remember how he got either. Considering he's an artist, I like to think that he'll just have mystery stains on him. Like dude, why are your fingers lime green today?? He doesn't know either, he was just simply painting.

10/10, would tape a picture of him to my pillow and hump it. (only jk guys i swear...)

FUZE / SHUHRAT KESSIKBAYEV

My favorite partially mute, weirdly closed off, awkward and most likely autistic bbg. Based off the skin where you can see his face, he is clean shaven but is another 5 o'clock shadow KING. I think he'd either have very light brown hair, or black hair, no in between. He's in his early 30s but is most def getting squishy like tachanka already. he is a big boy guys. He doesn't have the dad bod type squish like tachanka does, maybe more like a bit of a tummy and THICCCKKKKK thighs and bulky arms. He has a few stretch marks, hates them, and also hates most of the scars he has. To him, they are only a reminder that his job involves a lot of pain, some of it permanant.. *cough cough* accidentally cluster charging that hostage *cough cough*.. but he wouldn't mind telling you about a few if you were close enough with him and asked nicely (bribed him while he was drunk). Considering his face is pretty clean shaven, he probably doesn't have much body hair but definitely enough. Hairy legs, arms, a little bit of chest hair and a somewhat thick hair but thin shaped happy trail leading down to a medium but THICK LIKE THE REST OF HIM monster and an absolute mess of pubes. He seems like a lonely man, he's got no real reason to shave em, so why should he?

12/10, is autistic like me, we would go nonverbal together and do some wicked shit like have a staring contest.

[schlattslambo]

visiting him at work | tsukishima kei (18+)

hi im writing this at work while waiting to go home. unedited and intentionally lowercase. hope you like!

warnings: heavy kissing, thigh riding, some biting, kei cums in his pants (and so does reader)

reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns!

tsukishima has been working long hours at the museum between sendai frogs games, and you’ve barely seen him more than 10 minutes all week. you send him a text that you’re coming to the museum to see him, to which he leaves you on read. its not an uncommon occurrence for him to do that, but this time it made you pout.

the museum is basically deserted when you get there, and if your boyfriend wasn’t working there, you’d be sure that it was closed. as you walked in, the receptionist greeted you with a smile.

“hey there, y/n!” she said. “kei’s giving a tour right now, but you can go wait in his office if you want!

she was always cheerful, and her happiness always rubbed off on you. seeing her smile always made you smile. you were sure that she was the only one in the museum who loved her job just as much as kei did.

you thanked her and walked toward kei’s office, a space you have grown quite used to. it was a small room with a cute little desk. there were a few pictures of dinosaurs on the walls as well as footprints matching the dinosaurs. on his desk there were a few small framed photos. one of the karasuno high school team, one of him standing with kogane and kyotani, and one of you and him.

you sat in his chair, admiring the picture of the two of you. sugawara had taken it at the team reunion that tsukishima invited you to. you sat in his lap, arm around his shoulders and clearly laughing at something someone had said. you assumed it was nishinoya because he always made you laugh.

tsukishima walked into his office, jumping nearly three feet in the air when he saw you.

“jesus christ, y/n!” he gasped, a hand over his heart. “you almost gave me a fucking heart attack!”

you just giggled, twirling in the swivel chair that you were sitting in.

“i told you i was coming!” you said. “but you were out being a good employee and giving a tour.”

tsukishima rolled his eyes. “what brings you here?” he asks, leaning against his desk. “you usually only visit when you’re bringing me food, and i don’t see my favorite food.”

you chewed on your lip. “i missed you.” you said softly. “you’ve been working so much and i barely saw you this week!”

the pout that rested on your lips melted tsukishima’s heart every time without fail. he hated seeing his babygirl sad, even more so when he was the cause.

“get up.” tsukishima ordered, motioning to the side of the room.

you do as you’re told, walking to the wall. tsukishima sits down in his chair, looking over at you. he pats his lap with a small smile.

“come sit.” he says.

you sit in his lap, legs spread over his lap. he wraps his arms around you, giving the fat of your ass a squeeze. you gasp and look at tsukishima, who only smirks.

“can’t have my baby miss me too much.”

with a small adjustment, you’re straddling his thigh as he kisses you roughly. you whimper against his lips as your hips stutter involuntarily, grinding your center on his muscular thigh. no matter what you did to satisfy yourself on the nights that tsukishima was on the road, nothing would feel nearly as good as his thigh. you tried everything. humping pillows, that vibrator that tanaka bought you for your birthday as a joke, and even a dildo that was just as big as kei was. nothing worked.

tsukishima looked at your hips as you mindlessly ground them on his thigh. your knee grazed his crotch, giving him just enough stimulation to get hard.

“so desperate already, aren’t you?” tsukishima coos, caressing your cheek. “missed my cock so much, didn’t you?”

you nod, babbling as you continue moving your hips. the sensation is unmatched, and you feel yourself getting closer.

“missed you so much.” you whimper. “missed you making me feel good, ah!”

you moan as tsukishima sinks his teeth into the exposed skin on your collarbone before licking the now bruising skin.

“gonna get yourself off on my thigh baby?” tsukishima asks, watching as your movements get more desperate.

you nod quickly, moans filling the room. tsukishima digs his fingers into your thigh, your knee grazing his clothed cock just right.

soon, you find yourself coming undone on his thigh. right around the same time, you hear tsukishima let out the breathy whimper that he makes whenever you two fuck in public and you make him cum.

“atta girl.” tsukishima praises as you lay your forehead on his shoulder, hips slowing. “thats my good girl.”

“s’good.” you pant, closing your eyes. “love you.”

“i love you more, angel.” tsukishima whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i gotta get back to work, but we’ll finish this once i get home tonight. i miss my special girl.”

you nod, kissing him on the lips sweetly.

“you won’t work too late today right?” you ask, looking at tsukishima with your famous puppy eyes.

“of course not.” tsukishima said. “i don’t think i’ll survive if i don’t fuck you into the mattress tonight. now go home and get ready for me. i’ll be home in two hours.”

you nod, happily getting up. you feel so happy its almost dizzying. with the promise of mind breaking sex - and honestly just being able to hug and kiss your boyfriend again - you couldn’t wait to get home.

“leaving so soon?” the receptionist asks as you walk out of his office.

“yeah, we just made plans for dinner.” you lie.

“oh, okay!” the girl replies, her cheeks tinged a slight color of pink. “see you later, y/n! have a good night!”

as you leave the lobby, the receptionist sighs, hiding her face in her hands. the walls of the museum are surprisingly thin considering the age of the building. you wouldn’t be the only ones getting off that night.

ta da!! another tsukishima smut drabble in the books! if you’ve read down to this note, please send me some requests! thank you<3

[minnaci]

🔮 SELF - PLEASURE

contents: implied miguel o'hara x gn!reader (this is a solo!miguel endeavor), male masturbation, implied pleasure dom!miguel, reader is a bit spoiled by miguel, pillow humping, miguel fantasizes about being called daddy one (1) time, miguel fantasizes about performing penetrative sex with reader (reader receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms

a/n: happy october!!! welcome to the first fic of my silly little kinktober! rbs & comments appreciated <3

the slide of miguel's fist over his leaking tip feels good, but it's nowhere near as good as the hot, tight clench of your body around him. 

"fuck," he groans, drawing out the syllable. his hips jolt up, chasing more sensation, and he indulges the desire, tightening his fist and thrusting up lazily. if only you were there with him, he could— he could—

stars burst behind his eyelids as his thumb rubs up perfectly against his frenulum, and his legs instinctively spread, thick thighs flexing at the awful, wonderful bliss that sets his nerves alight. pleasure flings him into a different state of mind— one where everything is hotter, tighter, wetter. one where everything reminds him of you.

“please, i need you,” he begs the empty air, voice catching on a gasp. “lemme— lemme— fuck, baby, i need you—”

and oh, something about his own desperation makes the blood rush straight between his legs. the first threads of humiliation settle low in his gut, making his cock throb. if you were here… if you were here…

oh, miguel, he hears your voice in his mind, clear as day. look at you. rutting away at your hand like a big, dumb dog. does it feel good?

“no,” he moans, “‘s not enough, baby.”

poor thing. you miss me so much that you can’t even get off without me?

the you in his imagination is such a self-satisfied little thing, all sugary-sweet coos and smug smirks. really, it’s his own fault— he’s the one who spoiled you. he’s the one who made you feel safe enough, comfortable enough to get a little mouthy with him.

the thought only makes him harder. he loves it— the reminder that you feel safe with him, that you trust him. he’s the one who spoiled you. you deserve it all— his cock, his cum, his attention, his love. he’d take your ribbing, if only because he knew he would be able to fuck the thoughts right out of your pretty little head by the end of the night. 

and if that isn’t a thought. his fantasies disjoint, reform. he scrambles for a pillow— your pillow, the one that smells like you— and he pushes it down between his thighs for a bit of extra friction. if he rolls over, if he thrusts down into the pillow, he can pretend he’s fucking you. 

pre-cum spurts from his tip as he rubs against the soft pillowcase, lost in his imagination. the sounds of your pleasure echo in his mind— a siren, luring him deeper and deeper into heady, rapturous bliss. 

miguel! miguel, it’s so good, so good, i need more, please, please, more— ruin me for anyone else— oh, fuck, fuck—! yes!

he’s so full of pleasure that it aches, a steady, indulgent throb between his legs that spreads like honey through his limbs, sticky sweet. his concentration slips for a split second, and his cock slides just the right way against your pillow.

his mind whites out. his jaw hangs slack, his mouth agape, and his eyes widen. that pressure. that friction. why hadn’t he done this before? immediately, his hips jerk forwards, a reflexive reaction in response to blinding ecstasy, and he finds that perfect angle again— the one that has his self-control slipping like grains of sand through his fingers. 

there’s nothing he can do but let his body take over. he’s helpless to the pleasure, surrendering to his need as his hips rut uncontrollably against soft fabric. desire claws its way up his throat, and his heartbeat roars in his ears. fuck. it’s so dirty. he’s filthy, humping away at your pillow. but he won’t stop. he can’t. not when it feels so good. 

miguel, miguel, i can’t, i’m— cumming, cumming, daddy—!

fuck! he cums with a loud, animalistic groan, eyes rolled back into his skull as he mindlessly grinds against the pillow, determined to milk himself for everything he’s worth. rope after rope of thick, creamy cum spurts over your pillowcase, your sheets, and he practically purrs, watching through bleary, blurry eyes as the evidence of his pleasure stains your shared space.

the sensations begin to edge on the wrong side of too much, but some wretched, hopelessly aroused part of miguel can’t bring himself to stop, not even when the pleasure twists fully into pain.

“oh, god.” his chest heaves, his breaths coming in short, overwhelmed bursts. tears prick at the corner of his eyes, and he pushes through the delicious pleasure-pain with an almost-feral growl. his cock throbs an angry shade of red, but he can’t stop, rutting against the soft, ruined pillow. if he closes his eyes, he can imagine that you’re writhing beneath him, your teasing, smug facade shattered by the ecstasy he’s brought you.

he’s helpless to it. there’s no end for him. not until he’s broken you in the same way that you’ve broken him.

“take it,” he grunts, hips slamming against the pillow. “take it, take it, take it—”

his second orgasm crashes into him with all the force of waves against the shore, and he loses himself to the throbbing, aching pleasure. a growl cracks out of his chest, deep and feral, as he works himself through it, clumsy fingers petting sloppily over his cock and spreading his cum over the sensitive flesh.

it’s nearly too much. he nearly passes out. maybe he does pass out— he’s not quite sure. all he knows is the hot, thick drip of cum out of his cock, the endless waves of bliss that teeter on the right side of too much.

time slips through his consciousness strangely, then, warped by the hazy afterglow. the heady scent of sex and sweat fills his head. it takes longer than he expects for the high to wear off, and longer still for him to feel motivated to move. his skin is sticky, covered in the evidence of his transgressions.

if you were here, he knows you’d lick it up, maybe even share a taste. as it is, he cleans himself up slowly, luxuriating in the simple pleasure of touching, feeling, tasting himself. satisfaction curls through his bones, sits heavy on his chest, but still, he can’t stop thinking about you. he knows how you touch yourself to the thought of him. his cock gives a weak, but valiant, kick at the memory of watching you play with yourself, crying his name, cumming over and over again on your own fingers. he knows how much you want him, how much you need him. 

it’s with the thought of you in his mind that he sprawls back out over your sheets. he lounges with the casual grace of a god, thighs spread in the way he knows you love. anticipation curls in his gut, and despite the overstimulation, he palms at his soft, sensitive cock once more, grinning madly at the way the sensations lick like fire up his spine, intense enough to drive him insane. 

you would be home soon, and he would be ready for you. even if he was cumming dry by the time you arrived, he’d be ready for you.

[kmclaude]

writing: like an angel

pretty sure this was a prompt from @idalwaves with the theme of vicarphilia/getting off vicariously. anyway found a half-finished thing so I finished it. Annemarie/Jehan, afterlife AU, Jehan's a little messed up...

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"You know," Annemarie says idly, chin resting on Jehan's bare shoulder as he leans against her, propped against pillows, "when Em was little, I used to hold him in my lap like this."

"Naked in bed with your hand between his legs?"

"Nah. Well. That came after." She giggles. "So did he."

Jehan groans in response: a roll of his eyes and soft ugh that quickly turns into a gasp as Annemarie presses her nail against his slit.

"Only time he never complained. The holding part. This,"—she pumps Jehan's cock, once, twice—"God he'd bitch. But his little cock would get sooooo fuckin' big an' hard, you know?" She pauses, her hand still jerking him off. "Oh. Right." A sneer. "Of course you'd know."

"Anne—"

"Oh don't you start bitchin' too. I'm right an' you know it: he has a nice cock. God you have no idea how happy I was when puberty really fixed him up—made him tent his drawers at the drop of a hat too. One time I woke up to his cock digging into my back while he was out cold. I ever tell you 'bout that?"

"No..."

"Mm.” She twists her fist ‘round the head of his cock, watching his thighs tense to keep from thrusting back up into her hand. “But suddenly I’m the bitch for fucking him, like he wasn’t just humping my spine. What a lying little brat."

“Anne, I—”

“Any time we fucked though he'd always beg me to let him cum—fucking adorable, really—yeah, yeah, I know you only knew him as a geezer but honey he was so cute...and the little sounds he’d make…fuck…"

"I’d really rather not hear about how cute the man who raped me was when he was little, thanks.” Jehan hopes that his request comes out something approaching authoritative, but considering it was more or less one singular shaky breath, he isn’t entirely shocked to feel Annemarie’s warm breath on his cheek as she laughs.

“Why not?” Her lips graze his ear. “Does it turn you on?”

“No!”

“Your cock twitched.” 

“...that doesn’t mean anything—you’re touching me!

“So? Stop me, then. ” She snakes her free hand around his chest, holding him tight to her as her other hand pumps his cock faster. “Betcha won’t, though. Betcha like me talkin’ ‘bout him and touchin’ you. Betcha you’d’ve loved to fuck him when he was half your age, too, wouldn’t you?” 

The no didn’t quite make it past Jehan’s lips.

“You would. It’s okay. He looked like an angel. All babyfaced and skin’n’bones…hair splayed out like a halo…ready to take anything you give him…”

Jehan groans. It’s a heady thought. Arousal. Revenge. Morbid curiosity even. Disgust somewhere in the back of his mind, sure, but terribly drowned out.

“You wanna give him your cock, baby?”

He can feel the warmth of her cunt against his backside as she strokes him, faster and faster, legs spread around him, and as much as he likes being inside of her…

“Wanna push your big, hard cock inside his tight little hole?”

He does.

“Wanna fuck his brains out?”

He does.

“Wanna fill him up with your cum?”

Oh God, he does.

“Please…”

“Stop?”

“More.”

She nips his ear and strokes him faster, all the while telling him in a soft, low voice how beautiful her brother was, how good her brother was, as she raped him, until finally Jehan comes, spilling all over her hand and his thighs. She laughs and wipes her hand off on his stomach before shoving him out of her lap.

“Pervert.”

[yanderelovlies]

🔪THIS FIC IS 18+ AGELESS AND BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED 🔪

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is crazy about you, but doesn't want to say it because he know society looks down on human hybrid dating.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is just like a puppy when you're around. His tail is constantly wagging no matter how hard he tries to seem cool.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who always knows when you're around, so he goes from "touch me and I'll bite you." To "holy shit it's y/n! I really wish they would pet me behind my ears!"

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is gone for weeks at time in the spring fisting his cock to lewd thoughts of you as he whimpers your name.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who after a while no longer uses just his fists, starts humping pillow and toys desperate to feel you around him that it begins to hurt.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who doesn't want to go through another rut like last spring without you. So, a year before his rut, he confesses, hoping you would accept him.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who just gets so happy that you accept his feeling he immediately begins peppering your face in kisses and promises.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who after a few months of dating informs you said ruts so it doesn't come as surprise to you. He answers any questions and concerns you may have happily.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is so excited to share, is rut with you that it's all he can't talk about the months leading up to it. He can't help it! Your husband first real mate he wants it to feel special.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who despite now facing the hardest rut he has ever had still tries to give you nice dinner first, but near the end he completely gives in bring you on top of him whimpering apologies as his hips thrust up.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is able to detach himself away from you long enough to get you out of your clothes and into his bed. Before putting your legs over his shoulder, he immediately starts eating out like a man starved.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who has to be pulled away from your dripping over-stimulated cunt whimpering because even after 5 organisms he still wants more from you.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who lacks his lips of justices before folding you to connect his lips to yours, making you taste yourself on him. All the while, his hips move back and forth, where his dick lays between your lower lips causing friction.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who tries to take it slow and gentle, but you bed for his cock so sweetly he can help ram his cock to the hilt into you whimpering and praising you.

"God your so fucking tight doll!"

"You feel so good. Ffuuuuccckk!"

"Youbtake my cock so well doll. It's like you were made for me nngg!"

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who looks down and sees the belly bulge his cock his giving you, and press down on it make you both let out a loud moan.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who keeps his hand there, feels himself destroyed your insides as he gets closer and closer to his knot.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who positions the two of you in something more comfortable before going feral on you one last time before his knot painstakingly makes its way in side of you, and he claiming your insides.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who is now stuck in for the next couple of hours, gets comfy with you, kissing anywhere he could praise you until the two of you fall asleep.

Wolf hybrid Joseph, who makes up the next morning, is alreadying rutting against you as he whines your name. It was gonna be a long rut

[serene-sun]

EVERYONE, yes I’m talking to YOU have to watch this video of Swiss RIGHT NOW

Fuuuuuck, his voice, arms, shoulders, legs, body- every inch of this man is perfect and pure perfection. Fuckkkk I want him so bad, legs are shaking and if I ever get to meet him you already know I’ll be quivering before this ghoul. If I’m just in my bed right now actually fucking screaming into my pillow, shaking, dripping, squeezing, squirming, begging, praying, imaging the things he could do…

I WOULD SUCK, RIDE, HUMP, FUCK EVERY PART OF HIM UNTIL HE PUSHES ME OFF BECAUSE HE HAD ORGASMED SO MANY TIMES HE IS PHYSICALLY EXHAUSTED

The way he fucking walks, how he picked up the mike- strangles it with his veiny hands, FUCK I wish I was that mike. His voice, so raspy and coated with pure fire and energy. I wanna feel him, touch him, understand his existence more. How could such an amazing ghoul exist, fuck he is so underrated. I need him ASAP, those curls, eyes, and to think he is real…

He’s actually such a great person, and I can’t help but check his insta every day to see if he sees the shit I comment and tag him in. His lives on YouTube, I don’t care if he had a flip phone or puts ketchup in the refrigerator, or if all he wears are button up palm tree shirts. I love him so much, and I am willing to give him every penny and ounce of life I have if it mean she is happy for 0.00000000000000000000000000001 seconds. Because that’s what love is, total concentration-love-admiration-inspiration-awe-consideration-lust-need-want, I need to make this man happy as soon as possible. I will climb every mountain, drain every ocean, fight every war to just pass through his mind for a mere second. I will give him the moon, sun, earth and everything in between because Swiss is my stars and the light that guides me in the sky. And he’ll never know how much he means to me, he will never understand that he is the one who keeps me up and running. Swiss is the life of me, but Swiss is also the death of me.

And if you don’t love him, don’t even say that because you do and you know it. And for my people who are just now seeing him I this short clip, do your research- you won’t regret it…

[erenspussy420]

Vil,Rook, and Neige (dom) with Bottom S/O who cries during 💦

First ask, sorry to Anon, this took a while as I wasn’t really sure how to go about this. Please enjoy! I did take some liberties with this as I wasn’t sure how you wanted it so it has smut and headcanon format.

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MDNI 18+ ONLY

Fem Insert.

Edit: Okay I realized I probably didn’t do this write. I’m so sorry!

Vil:

OH GOD. OH GOD, DOM VIL, I CAN’T EVEN. Okay, I need to pour ice down on me to calm down for him

You swallow, a slip of drool comes down from the corner of your mouth as you feel the vibrator be taken in and out of you. Your hands clawing into the purple satin covered pillow. You would have shaken your hips to take in more of it, but the steady grip on your thighs kept them in place. Even then, you keep humping the toy, futile the action. The vibration is set higher and higher than you can take as Vil plays with the settings. The pressure builds up, you're so close, but you hear the click and cry as the vibrator dies to a low hum. A chuckle leaves Vil's lips, his mouth curling into a cruel smirk as you beg him for release. He's sitting before you, bare from the neck down, his flushed length right up and proud, taking in the beautiful sight of your crying face as you try to chase the high of the vibrator he stuffed in you. 

"You cry for release, but do you really deserve it?” Vil, whose fingers were busy toying with your clit, rolling it between his fingers as the toy goes higher and higher, you’re beginning to see white from the stimulation. But again, Vil takes away your right to cum. Worse, he pulls the toy that was kept warm in you, but you forgive him as his fingers slip into you. First a finger and then more as you fuck his hand, despreate to keep being full. “Look at you, getting off with just my hand. If you want me in you, you will behave,”  through tears of frustration you plead to him ‘yes!.’ Vil pulls out his hand from you, despite the needy way your thighs clamp around him.``Now my sweet potato, behave and I might even give you my seed.” The head of his length rubbing against your entrance has you ready to be coated.

Vil is all about making sure that he gives his 100% percent into everything, even making sure you're in tears at the end of your sessions with each other. 

The first time Vil even saw tears, he immediately stopped to make sure you were okay. After confirming that yes everything was good, due to him sending you to tears with the level 9 cloud session, he goes back to fucking your brains out. He still makes sure that you're okay, your comfort is top priority!

Like damn though, the pillows are wet and not just from sweat! 

Vil is Queen of aftercare, he’s wiping you down, while the  bath is running for you to soak in with the most expensive oils that are great for your skin. Babe, I'm jealous of how he's gonna treat you. He’s so tender with you, like washing your hair and kissing your temple, as he sits behind you in the bathtub. He’ll fuck you senseless, but you’re treated so kindly afterward.

Rook: Rook, listen he fucks ok. It's the hat, probably I know it was for me. Yes he can be freaky in the sheets, however I am firmly in place that he is a very caring and attentive lover who makes sure you are always comfortable and happy. Even when you’re bent over the table clawing at the smooth surface as you feel the suction of your lips take in Rook's cock. The constant rocking has you scrambling to hold onto the ledge for dear life, something to keep you root in Twisted Wonderland, as Rook thighs smack into your own shaking thighs. The girth of his cock stretches you so well, as angles his hips into you pushing in deeper, thrusting harder, you choke out a sob when his hand pulls up one of your legs above his hip so he can have more room.

You feel a hand caress the spot bottom of your spine, drawing circles as he slowly glides over the plush of your ass. Then he smacks it, the leather of his gloves makes a sharp sound. You whine, pussy throbbing at the sensation of it. “Ah my petite Trickster, you seem to like that, no?,” the purr in Rook’s voice has you mewl, as he smacks your ass again,”Oh how the feeling of you taking me, ethereal, there is no pleasure in this world other than to be one with you, mon amour." He picks up the tempo of his thrusting, pulling back far enough only his tip kisses your needy cunt. Then back he plunges in, the wet noises being the only noise in your dorm. The brink of ecstasy is building up, you're full on crying as every smack on your ass brings you close. Rook's voice comes in and out, "My eternal devotion belongs to you," the string breaks and you come hard, the world is white," and you to me."

Rook is very attentive ok. He knows everything about you. Like really is it a surprise? He loves, with mind, soul and sight.

So you cry from getting dicked down by him? Not surprised, but that doesn't mean he won't stop what he's doing to make sure you are good and that you're safe. You're comfort and pleasure is #1.

If he isn't making you a sobbing mess, then he isn't doing it right and will make sure you see nothing but french.

He takes such good care of you, sweetie after fucking your brains out. He's carrying you to the bath, man has the candles, food, everything. You get a massage from this man. He's perfect.

Neige:

 Look at Neige now look me in the eyes and tell me he is a dom because babe he CAN be but like a soft dom, ok he’s too soft for this, which in your sessions with Neige are really sweet actually, lots of praising and body worship of kisses on your skin, love bites on your collar bone. It was during the time where Neige was pounding into you, holding you close to him as he held you tight muttering into your ear," Hot, it feels so hot to be in you, mm ah…ah, being so close to you like this is this a dream?" he heard the soft sniffles as you grip onto his back, nails racking down as his thrust became harder. Your cries to go faster, the pulsing of your walls around him keep his talking from barely coherent to babbling praises,"You're perfect for me! A-Ah..I can’t live without you! I..need…ah…want… I want you!”

The ecstasy of having getting fucked on Neige's lap as his fingers dig into your hips, his tongue licking your chest, biting and sucking on your nipples as he presses you down into the sheets, hitting the bundle of nerves in the right spot that made tears spring into your eyes. You let out a loud cry as he hits it again. “Ah Neige!” , the tears falling as you throw your head back, losing yourself in the bliss.

The first time you guys fucked, Neige felt mortified when he realized you were crying, he was caught up with his dick getting milked for the first time forgive him. He thought he hurt you! You need to calm this guy down, he won’t forgive himself unless you explain it to him.

 After calming down with your conversation, he was still unsure but felt a little proud of himself that you were crying from the pleasure of your love making together. Now that he knows, he does his best to make sure you cry with each session, he is determined!

Neige makes sure you’re pampered and taken care of after you love making. Neige is the type who likes to cuddle with you after sex. He likes holding you close to him, he hums a sweet love song as he laces your fingers with his. He’s soft.

Now he knows when you cry from getting fucked, to weeping as you reach you climax under him. He kisses your tears away, and cleans you up immediately. Lots of cuddles and pillow talk with Neige.