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Hi Soda!! It's been awhile since I sent an ask (IIII Think-?) SO I'M SENDING U ONE
I saw how that anon was treating you and I'm really sorry about that, I hope they stop soon and realize the error in their ways...
I suggest you turn off anon asks for now, so either they'll stop or they'll have to reveal themselves but that's up to you! I'm just worried about you and how this guy is affecting(?) you, I hope ur okay now.. :((((
In the mean time,,,have some cat drawings I found to make u feel better!!! :3
all /p
I have.
Way too many of these-/srs
I hope these helped! And just remember that my dms are always open if you need someone to talk to!/gen
Love you Soda!!! :3 đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ/p
itâs ok! They left on their own. Someone unfollowed so they might have been hate-following me- Idk but whatever
Ilysm too and I appreciate your kindness sosossososo much!!!
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Ta-dahhhh, a drawing that took me too long. It would have taken me less time had I quit second-guessing everything and taking 3 hour breaks after fixing one line. BUT YEE, I ACTUALLY LIKE IT VERY MUCH. For once. (Also, shoutout to my fren, @paintedkinzy-88 for teaching me how mirrors work. It is a long story. Although, probably only "long" because of my habit of telling things 5k words longer than they needed to be-)
Now, long headcanon rambling alert. This drawing is like... the ungodly compilation of so many of my headcanons. I absolutely didn't need to stuff it full of things I believe to be true so wholeheartedly, but I d i d.
First headcanon: Ink can feel. He has the capacity to experience emotions, he just needs a little help to do it. So, he has to take his vials to experience something that many people don't even need to think about. However, this leads to â§Ë°.angst.â§Ë°. Ink has a whole lot of self-doubt and he second-guesses his "emotions" all the time because, technically, his emotions are artificially induced. Therefore, by extension, does that make the emotions themselves artificial? This leads well into my second headcanon.
Second headcanon: Ink's vials are basically an allegory for antidepressants. Suppose someone has been depressed for a very, very long time and then they get on antidepressants. They might become really disoriented. Because, really, which version of themself is the truest form of them? The happy, upbeat version of them is strange and foreign after being depressed for so long. Is the happy version truly them, or was it the other, depressed version of themself that they spent so many years living as? So, as ya can see, the 3rd day prompt for Inktobertale fit beautifully with my headcanons. <3
Third headcanon: Ink experiences a strong wave of whatever range of emotions pertaining to a particular vial after he takes it. For example, yellow, he'd experience a strong wave of joy, happiness, euphoria, etc., and for red, anger, fury, outrage, etc. The little sticky note in the corner of the mirror is a reminder that it's easier to take all the vials together than to spread them out. If he takes them all together, he can experience each strong wave in immediate succession. It's exhausting and he nearly has everything taken out of him at the end, but the ordeal is less... awful than if he spread it out for half an hour taking them one by one. That's why the cup is there hehe-
The little pictures on the mirror represent happier times! :D Since taking his vials, or his "medicine," is such an uncomfortable experience, having pictures on his mirror to remind him of happier times and that he has people that care about him really helps. He can pluck up the courage to actually take the vials after glancing over at beloved faces. ;_;
The holiday picture actually has a funny backstory behind it; the three of them were celebrating Gyftmas together at Blue's house, but it was during a time Dream was still fairly new to uh, "modern day traditions." I headcanon Dream acts really old and after being stuck in stone for so long, is like... tragically so far behind the times. He uses old timey lingo, has a very bad habit of comparing his centuries old age to your common AU resident, and comes off as, "How do you do, fellow kids-" more often than he would like. As such, he didn't understand why you would "dress up" for the holidays. He freaking showed up in his normal attire and was baffled why Blue and Ink were dressed differently. They made a lot of fun of him. Ink got a new sketchbook that he's holding in the picture. <3
The other picture... of course has a backstory. I'm s o r r y, okay. It is a problem, I can't quit sneaking Errorink into whatever I do. That little picture is of a time they were hanging out together cuddling in the antivoid. Error wrote the little note on the picture to remind Ink that his emotions are just as real and valid as the rest of them, and that if anyone were to tell him otherwise, he'd fight 'em. He told him to slap it on his mirror as a reminder when he goes to take his "medicine." ;_; <3 Will I find a way to sneak this into a fic/make a new fic with this scene? Probably, but I'm choosing not to worry about it rn-
FINALLY. LAST HEADCANON, I'M SORRY- Some of you may have noticed the sneaky little Asriel hiding in the picture. >:) Even that has lore behind it! :D It comes from an AU I call Storetale that I made up in two minutes solely to excuse the blatant goat bro easter egg.
Storetale is set in a timeline where the monsters and humans live on the surface together in harmony. But oh noooo, one day, Asgore and Toriel died in a bad car crash, and they left poor Chara and Asriel alone. ;_; Not to worry though! Mettaton adopted the two and they both became child celebrities. But not on tv, mind you. Nooo, they became the mascots of Mettaton's extremely successful supermarket chain, MettaStore. The AU follows the two as they deal with their very odd claim to fame, as well as the fact of being children and the face of a multi-million gold supermarket franchise.
I like to headcanon that Ink likes to watch this AU because of how wacko and heartfelt it can be at times. He got the soap in the picture from that AU, branded Golden Flower Soap. I also like to think Ink introduced Error to that AU and he unironically got invested into it too because of the contrived problems it comes up with similar to Undernovela.
AND THERE. THAT IS ALL. This was just the ultimate compilation of all my headcanons into a singular drawing that no one would ever know unless I made this ungodly long post to explain each and every one in detail even though no one asked. ;_; I'm sorry for such the long post. If any of you brave souls read this far, thank you and I hope I managed to spread my headcanons further-
â§Ë°.Bonus:â§Ë°. Here is a version with alternate eyes 'cus I couldn't choose which one I liked more and then one without a blurred background. Now, you can see the Errorink background details more clearly if you would like :D
#inktobertale2023#ink sans#utmv#inktobertale day 3#ink!sans#my headcanons#star sanses#errorink#But only if ya squint#Like yeah it's right there in plain view#but the drawing itself isn't errorink cuddles#This is so wonderfully angsty I love it#Scratching the angst itch m m m m#Am I going to find a way to incorporate this drawing into a fic or compose a new one entirely#P r o b a b l y#By that same token; will I find a way to shove Storetale into a fic?#Also highly likely because I have gotten unhealthily attached to a glorified shitpost au that I made up in 2 minutes#Is it stupid? Yes. Do I love it to death? Also y e s
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saw @ltcommanderkathrynjaneway post their top 9 books and it inspired me to put mine together.
i managed to narrow down to only one Terry Pratchett book but had to do two of my moms books. the one im in and the one written for me
if you too can narrow down your fav 9 books plz tag me i would like to see
#do i tag all of these?#nah dont wanna clutter the tag#the awakening was my entry book to werewolf romances#its also the only YA book on this list#murder bot is first because its taken up residence in my brain#p&p is NOT just because of the 2005 movie i love the book just as much#it took me AGES to pick a tp book#i had to choose between the death and the witches and the tiffany books#but i had to go for the city guards books#and THEN i had to pick a favorite of all those amazing books#had to be the golem story it was formative for me#mystic and rider and magic bites are books shared with me by my father#because me and dad have nearly the same taste in men#and like i said theres a character based on me in the oracle books#and its my moms only modern/urban fantasy#she doesnt like urban fantasy so its unique#and the other is a werewolf romance in a STUNNING magical world of faith#anyway#aerin babbles
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đ Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ having the body of a cyborg came with itâs perks, including turning boothill into your own personal porn bot a plug away! ~ âĄïž
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cw â afab!reader. mean dom!boothill. improper use of usb ports. pornography. manhandling. overstimulation. edging. pussy drunk boothill. no pronouns for reader.
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Â·Ë àŒ âĄ authorâs note! : saw someone on tt mention inappropriate use of boothillâs usb ports, and i couldnât help myself. <33 as usual, enjoy!
â..and iâm supposed to plug this in?â
Boothill spun the harddrive around his fingers, staring at it with both curiosity yet suspicion. it was a hot pink color with a heart sticker sloppily slapped onto the front. you handed it to him without saying a word, leaving him beyond dumbfounded.
you simply nodded, trying hard not to burst out laughing. despite the glaringly obvious USB ports that were carved into his waist, he swore to have never actually stuck anything in them. by anything, of course, were any harddrives that couldâve been packed with whatever info or footage that wouldâve automatically made itâs way into his memory. he didnât want anyoneâs weird porno or stupid memes to burn into his motherboard and live with it.
yet he had a hard time saying no to you. hell, heâd never say no to you unless itâd kill you. then again, it was probably a random assortment of cat videos you came across on your feed. it wouldnât hurt to take a peek. right?
holding up a reluctant thumbs up, you plugged the harddrive in and awaited his reaction with anticipation. boothill never looked away from your reaction, quickly noticing something was ratherâŠoff about your face. your lips curled into a seductive grin, biting down on your lower lip while hearts practically carved your pupils. your cheeks and nose were flushed a slight pink that faded to a hot red color.
yet, it was already too late for him.
his vision suddenly became a hot pink blur, the gears within his body had began to spun widely while the mini fans tried to cool down his heating body. the blood red target in his eye morphed into a pink heart while he spaced out at what was being shown in front of him.
nothing but pure pornography, some of the most explicit, flooding his memory and infecting his circuits with the love virus. boothill felt his head spin from the lewd imagery, bouncing from clip to clip of multiple sex acts all at once. from simple missionary to subs being bent in half by their ridiculously larger doms, there was even one where they were in full nelson. legs high up with thier sopping cunt in full view. it was all too much.
âso this..is what yâwant me to do to yaâŠâ
the cyborg chuckled, overwhelmed with his sudden libedo. he looks over at you with hungry eyes, flashing his shark toothed grin the moment you nodded.
âwhy didnât ya say so, dollface..?â
âa-ah! mâsorry! mâsorry boothill..! i-i was only p-playing..ngh!â
your clothes were torn clean off without a damn given, leaving you bare and vulnerable as the cyborg pumped his cock in and out of your sopping pussy. just like how you wanted it, bent in half in full nelson with your legs held high as only boothillâs arms kept you from falling. his pace was unforgiving, hungrily stuffing you full like your his last meal on death row. despite your body already stiffening from the position, boothill showed no sign of stopping. his eyes, bright pink with hearts dialating for pupils, full of burning desire and a greedy lust that clouded his judgement till his mind went blank.
it was as if the cyborg was built for fucking, his only goal being to push you beyind your human limit.
âzip it, sugar. you're gonna take mâdick even when iâm done with ya, you hear?â
boothill hissed in your ear with a mean rasp, shark-like teeth nibbling away at your earlobe. the ticklish feeling only added to the intense overstimulation that turned your brain into mush. you felt the familiar knot in your stomach close to snapping for what seems like the tenth time tonight, until a sudden emptiness snapped you back into reality. looking down, you noticed how boothill pulled himself out, leaving you hanging. a whine came out of your throat almost instinctively at the neglect.
âboothilll..! i was so clo!ââ
youâre words were rudely cut off as the ranger threw you onto the bed with you laying on your back. he wasted no time crawling on top of you and pressing his heavy body against yours. trapped, you couldnât even move an inch as you squirmed under his touch. he practically caged you.
âkeep whininâ like that and I'll leave ya empty. got that?â
as difficult as it was, you pressed your lips together and screwed your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to keep quite. your cunny spasmed around his length as he kept going with his violent pace. even with the harddrive, you could never imagine boothill going this far. you truely underestimated the strength of the virus that infected his mechanical body with such libido, yet you donât regret it. you continued to cry out as your limbs grew numb, your senses going blank in an orgasmic euphoria. you were teetering towards the fuckinâ edge.
you sobbed out babbles of ââm gonna cum!~â over and over again like it was automatic. finally, the knot snapped in two as stars filled your vision. if he wasnât made of metal, you wouldâve left some nasty scratch marks.
on the other hand, the ranger watched in pure awe as his pretty baby fell apart on his dick. your fucked out expression, teary eyes and pouty lips covered in spit, only fuled him for more. you couldnât even get a breath in as you were picked up and flipped onto your stomach, ass high up in the air.
âyou think âm done yet sugar? hehe, thatâs cute.â
you could only sigh in response, unable to do anything about your own mess. lesson learned, never fuck with a machine you know so little about.
© porcalinecunt đ Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.
#đ©â±đȘ â porcelaincunt !#gn!reader#x gn reader#boothill hsr#boothill honkai star rail#boothill#boothill smut#boothill x reader#boothill x you#boothill x y/n#honkai star rail x gender neutral reader#honkai star rail smut#honkai star rail x reader#honkai star rail#hsr x you#hsr smut#hsr x reader#hsr boothill
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GLORY BOX | old man!logan x fem!reader
summary: calling old man!logan daddy for the first time everâŠ
content warnings/tags: smut! mdni. literally porn with no plot or whatsoever. old man!logan. unspecified age gap. stressed reader. established relationship (surprising). soft daddy dom!logan. sub!reader. daddy kink. dd/lg undertones. subspaces. pet names (princess, little girl, etc). unprotected p in v. slight breeding kink. barely proofread. wc: 1,3kÂ
All the work youâve been having these past weeks is knocking you out, mentally and physically. The sight of never-ending paperwork before you makes you want to throw your dinner up to the desk. Although you know itâs not healthy to push yourself like thisâyou just couldnât help it. Your anxieties are always eating you and forcing you to do this and that subconsciously.Â
Luckily, Logan always notices when youâre tiring yourself to death. His love comes in many forms, one being taking care of you. He always takes care of you at the price of nothing.Â
Well, maybe one or two things.Â
Your obedience, is in fact, required. Your loyalty to him and only him is expected. Your submission is essential.Â
Both of you find a simple way of living by holding onto those systems. You love to be taken care of and Logan loves to take care of you. It is the foundation of your and Loganâs relationship. It is enough.Â
His presence is greatly felt as he watches you overworking yourself to a dreadful agitation, âCome on, sweets. Rest up for a bit.âÂ
âCanât, Lo. âM still doing this.â Your head lulls lazily as the burden on your shoulders becomes overwhelming. Deadlines loom all over your mind, all over your brain like grey clouds before a storm.Â
He just canât take it anymore. The sight of his pretty baby all slouched down and defeated in the dim living room. âIâll do all the work for yaâ. Câmere, princess.â
And before you know it, or even before you register itâyour head goes radio silent for a minute. All because of Logan.
âLittle one.â Your paperworks on the desk are long abandoned as Logan tenderly whispers to your neck, to the skin he had plastered with many love bites and little hickeys.Â
âMhmââ
His cock is stuffed deep inside of your soaking pussy, stretching you up with his thick girth, and locking your figure to his with his strong biceps like glue.
This position, you on top of him, usually makes you tired and your thighs soreâbut itâs different now because heâd taken a willingness to do all the work. Iâll do all the work for yaâ. The sight of his girlâhis gorgeous girl opening herself to him; letting yourself rest up a bit after all the sobs you had swallowed this entire weekâelectrify something inside him.
You love to be taken care of by Logan.Â
âMy pretty pillow princess, hm?â He mutters sweetly to your right ear, gently brushing your hair along the way. Your figure slumped into him, leaning your entire body weight onto him. You managed to nod lightly, lazily, and slowly, but still with desperation.Â
âYeah. My little girl. All mine.â His fingers reach your chin and nod your head with him. Slowly lifting his hips up and down, he makes his cock hits that spot deep inside you. When he talks to you like thisâyou just canât help it. The more he babies you, the more you fall into subspace.Â
Before you canât stop yourself, you croak out a small breathy voice, âDaddy.â You sounded so feeble - you barely even recognized your own voice.Â
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.Â
All this time, you call him lots of names, alright. Jokingly or in a serious manner: Grandpa, Lo, Logan, Old Man, Old Guyâbut never that.
You feel Logan tense and how his cock twitches inside your walls. Then he slightly pulls you up and down on him, way deeper this time.
His rugged palms dug into your hips, rubbing circles there, âWhat was that, sweetheart?â The older manâs voice tremble slightly because fuck he didnât think he could get harder. He knows heâs a bad bad bad man for enjoying shit like this. Young, delicate thing like you drooling over his cock.
You whimper into his shoulders and shy yourself away from his intense gazeâthe one that made you clench your pussy around his girth. âWhatâd yaâ just call me, princess?â He repeats as his fingers squish your cheeks to look at him in the eyes. Bullseye.
There he went again. Making you fall deeper into your subspace you canât even think. âRepeat whatchaâ say to your old man, baby.â Pushing just the right buttons.Â
âDaddyâŠâ you managed to get away from his gripping fingers and nuzzle your face deeper into his neckâyour voice comes out needier than you expected.
Logan groans and you could feel his cock twitches again, âYou wanâ more of Daddyâs cock? Hm?â
He managed to slip his thumb into your spit-slicked mouth and make you suck at the tip. âMmhm. Please, Daddyââ
âWanâ Daddy tâa stuff you up, little one?â He grunts, loving all this, you could tell. His thumb slips out of your lips and makes its way down down down and then his hand drifts to play with your breasts, squeezing and pinching your peaking nipples.
âAh! Y-yes, Daddy.â Youâre full-on sobbing now. Youâd do anything. Only one word repeats in your dumbfounded mind now.
Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.Â
ââAight. Hold on tâme.â Logan lets out a dry chuckle and trails his hands from your breasts to the plush of your ass. âDaddyâll fill you up.â He lifts you up and lets the tip of his cock slip from your clenching wet hole, barely even the tip. He scolds you softly when you start moving around in desperation, âStay still for Daddy. Lemmeâ do my job.âÂ
You cry out loudly when he thrusts himself back in, deep and hard. âDaddy!â Your nails dig into his shoulders and he sets a rapid pace.Â
The sound of slapping flesh against flesh obscenely roams around the room as Logan pistons his hips up off the cushion, eagerly meeting your bouncing body above him. âT-there yaâ go, kiddo. Always grippinâ Daddy so fuckinâ tight.â Â
Logan takes his right hand and press it down on your tummy, feeling his cock bulging through, "Ya' feel me here, kiddo?" And God, how could you not melt at that?
He pounds his large cock into your slicked pussy, chasing his high and yours. âGo âhead play with your pouty clit.â Says Logan as he keeps bullying his way inside your heat. But your hands stay locked around his shoulders. Youâre just too tired and he said heâd do all the work, right?Â
Logan knows youâre close when he feels your toes curl on his thigh and your arms tightening around his neckâsuffocating him with your presence and your cunt.
âDaddy,â you call out to him again, making grabby hands on his salt-and-pepper beard. A continuous line of DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddys in a loop and youâre so full of him, you feel him everywhere.
âCream my fat cock, baby. Daddyâll fill you up real nice.â You try to tell him yes but it comes out of you broken and high-pitched.
âDaddy-â you can feel his big fingers circling your swollen buttonâdoing all the work for you. Itâs not even a second later until you babble that youâre coming, repeating it over and over in his ear. ââM coming, DaddyââM-âÂ
Logan mutters a curse word as he feels your velvet walls squeezing his cock so tight and milking him dry. âShit. Such a good little girl.â He coos at the sight before him, your shaking figure, coming down from your high, and rolling your eyes to the back of your head in pleasure.Â
He canât help himself anymoreâhis pace becomes relentless, and he indulges his body forward closer to you, burying his face on your neck. âFuck, princess.â You whimper at the burning feel of his untrimmed scruffy beard.
âCome.âÂ
Oh, you want to order him around now?
âCome, Daddy. Need your cum so bad, pleasepleasepleasââÂ
Nevermind.
In your neck, he lets a roaring grunt as his cock twitches and swells inside of your dripping pussy. âJesus Christ.â He huffs every time he spurts his release, his thrust going weaker and slower. Yet the pleasure that you deride him for is inescapable. No amount of power could take him away from you. He makes sure of that.
His breath finally comes back to him, and so does your senses, little by little. You whimper as you feel his cum gushing out of your hole, âDaddy-â.Â
But he keeps his position still, his legs grounded to the floorâhe just kisses your temple, then your cheeks, then your lips. âShh. Daddyâs here. Daddyâll take care of you.â He coos at your hair, kissing the crown of your head.Â
He decided that heâd have you like this for the night. Seated atop of his muscular thighsâfull of his seed and spent.Â
Daddy always takes care of you.
#guys.. idk what came over me#shying away from everyone as we speak#logan howlett#old man logan#old man logan x reader#wolverine x you#logan howlett x reader#james logan howlett#logan howlett smut#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan x reader#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine x reader#logan howlett fanfiction#logan 2017#wolverine#x men#xmen movies#logan by nina <3#old man!logan
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PRETTY BOY MOANSâËâčâĄ
(izuku x reader smut)
synopsis: your boyfriend is embarrassed about his pretty moans, guess you'll have to force them out of him.
warnings: AGED UP IZUKU !! handjob, blowjob, mommykink, subizuku, pervizuku,domreader, whimpering
a/n: I heard a whimper audio on tt, and it reminded me of izuku so...
"p-please-" izuku whines, his voice shaky and strained. his hand reaching for a fistful of your hair as you sucked the soul out of the green haired boy.
your tongue swirled around his tip, his glossy baby pink tip which just had crystal white streams of precum oozing from the slit. you noticed every time your tongue even went near his tip, he would cry out so lewdly, the sounds rivaling those of porn videos.
you and izuku hadn't been too intimate with each other, you guys had only started dating 6 months ago and it never really came up. you two just chose to ignore the obvious whimpers and breathy maons which came from the other side the phone.
the two of you had crazy sexual tension, but izuku was so shy about it. of course he already had thousands of daydreams about how he would pound into you so harshly all you could do is scream out his name, or just erotic thoughts of eating you out on his bed. your sweet arousal coating his lips as he ate you out like he was starved. he dreamt of overstimulating you so much that the only thing that would go through your mind that night was him.
naturally you were fed up with the whole waiting game. you needed to feel his cock thrusting in and out of you, not your fingers. you wondered how it would feel, how it would feel to have him in you, his pelvis meeting your clit every single thrust as he rammed into you from the back. oh the thoughts of his pretty little groans which always rang through your ears. you just had to initiate sex tonight.
and so you did, what went from a steamy makeout session to izuku, laid back against his chair as you say on your knees. in-between his legs, hands covering his cock and saliva dripping all over his length.
izuku couldn't believe the sight before him, he always dreamt about this very moment, seeing you right in-between his legs, your gentle soft hands just jerking himself so well it took everything in him not to cum right there. he watched as your mouth took him in, the wet and warm sensation making him shudder. your puffy rosy pink lips wrapping around the base, coating the shaft with your spit. he knew he was big too, so watching you struggle to take all of him in your mouth, even admiring the imprint of his dick through the side of your cheek just fueled his ego. watchin those glossy eyes stare up at him so innocently, you would be the death of him.
you quickened your pace, making sure that your rough tongue just grazed his tip in that one spot, eagerly waiting for him to reach his peak. izuku bit down hard on his bottom lip, suppressing his dirty moans. you glare back up at him, "aww don't tell me ya getting shy now baby..." you coo, hands sloppily rising up and down.
he shuts his eyes close, clearly embarrassed of his noises. but you, nah you weren't having it. you slap his thigh lightly, though hard enough so you could grab his attention. "if you wanna cum tonight, you better not hold back any of those pretty noises" you warn, eyes coldly staring his.
izuku wasn't sure what to feel right now, he was nervous. he has never seen you so stern and demanding, but every part of him loved it. "m'sorry!.." he groans, the feeling of your mouth overwhelming his mind once again.
you could feel him twitch under you, his thighs shaking and his cries growing my frantic and whiney. "mm- fuck- fuck- fuck-" he cries, the words mushing together as your hand strokes him swiftly. "m'so so close mommy, just l-like that-" he whines out. you giggle, eyes batting up at him so sweetly. izuku groans at the sight "f-fuck mommy can I please cum in?" he whines, his sweet kind eyes staring right into yours.
you smile warmly "anything for my sweet boy, cmon cum for mommy like a good boy" you call out, mouth tangling around his length again. and that's all izuku needed, moaning out strained cusses under his breath as he came in your mouth. his cum spurts quickly, it was thick and a semi opaque white. you make sure to stare at his hazy eyes as you swallow all of his semen, him watching you still so lustfully. all before whispering
"it's your turn now princess, let me make ya feel good"
#mha smut#mha x reader#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#izuku x reader#izuku midoriya#izuku smut#mha izuku#bnha izuku#izuku midoryia#deku#deku smut#deku x reader#Midoryia x reader#smut#val !!
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PENCIL SKIRT dad!Matt x nanny!Reader
smut, back shots, standing doggy, mirror sex, degradation, breeding kink
The bathroom mirror reflected each tear on your face, as if to mock you for being so sensitive. Each pull on your hair, each harsh and merciless thrust had your insides twisting and turning. âMr Sturniolo-â You chocked out his name, your grip hardening around the edge of the bathroom sink, the porcelain ceramic being the only thing keeping you grounded.
Meanwhile, Matthew Sturniolo didnât hold back. He grunted, grabbing your hip with the hand that wasnât buried in your hair. Your knees were almost completely useless, and if it werenât for your position, bent over the sink, you did not think youâd still be standing on your two feet. Your usually neat, black pencil skirt was rolled up to you waist and your panties hung low around your heels.
White pre-cum leaked from Mattâs tip into your warmth, dripping on the floor every split-second he pulled out before burying his length within you again. âSo wet fâme, yeah? Not very professional of you, is it?â Your eyelids closed tight, ears catching each groan that rippled from his throat. âIs it, y/n?!â Matthew asked again, more sternly. You shook you head quickly. He picked up his pace, slamming into you harder than ever. âBe a good girl and use those words, hm?â
âNo⊠not p-profes- ahh.â A breathy moan escaped your lips when he bottomed out, bruising your cervix. Each callous noise increased in volume, until Matthew was pulling his hand out of your hair to cover your mouth, slapping your cheek slightly. âShh, donât want the girls to hear, do we now?â You shook your head again, mumbling a ânuh uhâ before he chuckled. You looked pathetic, your mascara was a black mess under your eyes and your mouth hung slack.
Your clit was rubbing against the cold surface of the counter, giving you more pleasure than you thought you could handle. The tightness in your stomach began to break loose, and Matthew knew because your eyes rolled back into your head. Your back arched into his grip and soon enough, you came undone, turning into a moaning mess. But Matt kept going, chasing his own high.
âM- MattâŠâ You whispered into his palm. He didnât like it. His hand landed a slap on your ass. âYou know not to call me that. So naughty⊠you donât deserve this do ya?â
You found your head shaking again, submitting to his viciously laced words. âSay it, y/n. Look in the mirror and say it.â You struggled to hold eye contact with yourself in the reflective glass framed on the wall in front of you. Nevertheless, you abided. âI d-donât deserve this!â Your words were slightly muffled but they were enough to have Matthew tipping over the edge. As his cock started to twitch inside of you, he hissed.
âYou want me to fill you up with my babies?â Leaning in to speak next to your ear, his voice was sickeningly sweet. You nodded giving him a hoarse âyes pleaseâ before his movements came to a halt and Matthew pumped you full of his white fluids.
You straightened down your skirt, taking a deep breath, and laid Mattâs warm towel on the counter, folded neatly. Heâd gotten to his shower in the end, letting the hot steam roam the air, fogging up the mirror. âTell the girls to get dressed. Think mâgonna take them out to get ice cream.â His relaxed voice reverberated off the walls of the space. And with that, you left, shutting the door behind you.
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I love your writing sm, it's just what I needed Ό_Ό Do you think you could write Leon being the father of reader's idiot ex who just broke up with her? Leon just wants to console her and the reader only thinks about all the sexual tension they had for a while and now they have nothing to stop them.
(sorry if my english is bad, luv ya)
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader
summary: your ex boyfriend's dad comforts you after you and his son breakup
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, age gap
word count: 5.3k
a/n: dilf leon you KNOW i love that. thank you so much for your request. i hope you like it! i used death island for the picture, but imagine leon in his late forties for this. as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3
tags: @sleepyluxe @kaitkatme @tosuckmyweenis @pupthepokemonenthusiast @bizzarethirst @death-paint @iron-toxinz @wildest-dreams-at-midnight @nexysworld @explorevenus @luniaxi
Leon lets out a deep sigh as he yanks the keys out of the ignition and his car's engine fizzles out. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looks down at his lap. He takes another deep breath and shakes his head before looking out the window at your apartment building. Heâd been told you lived on the fourth floor.
He opens the door next, stepping out into the cold air. The sun was nowhere to be found today, the sky completely masked by a collection of gray clouds. He walks around to the back of the car and pops the trunk open to collect the box of memories heâd been tasked with returning to you.
He didnât understand how heâd ended up with this job. Despite his numerous daydreams he wished he could forget, you werenât ever his girlfriend. He hadnât been the one youâd come over to visit. You didnât fall asleep in his room or wear his t-shirts or kiss him goodbye when you left. He hadnât been the one to cheat on you or make you cry for days on end either. No. Thatâd been his son.
So why was he the one going out of his way to bring you this stuff? That was what he couldnât comprehend.
Well thatâs not exactly true. He comprehended just fine. His son planned on throwing out your stuff thatâd been left at his house, remnants of your eight months together. Leon didnât want that. Heâd told his son to pack it up and take it to you like a man should. He had been the one in the wrong after all. But no, his son argued up and down, coming up with every reason under the sun as to why it was better to just throw it away. So Leon just gave up. He knew if he commanded it, his son would just shove your shit in a box and drive down the street to throw it from the window of his moving car. The car Leon paid for.
Truth be told, he always had a soft spot for you. A chamber of his heart that was coated in guilt, surrounded by denial, but internally the sweetest part of him. The one piece of his soul that saw some light in the world that had gone dark for him years ago. So just for you, Leon drove the thirty minutes to your complex to deliver your belongings.
He picks up the cardboard box and tucks it under his arm. The trunk slams with a loud thump, and heâs thinking of what heâs even going to say to you when you open the door. Come to think of it, he didnât even know if you were home. He had a pretty good idea of your schedule from the time youâd spend on the phone with his son or at his house, but he didnât even check to be sure.
In the midst of mentally scolding himself, the bottom of the box bursts, and your items go tumbling out onto the pavement. He tries to catch them, but his fingers just miss. Another sigh seeps from his lungs as he crouches down to scoop them up. He picks up a pink hoodie thatâd been crumpled up at the foot of his sonâs bed, a stuffed bear he saw him pull from the crack between the mattress and the wall, and a bracelet that laid abandoned on the nightstand. He collects other little pieces of you scattered across the damp concrete before managing to situate them in his arms and resume walking to you.
He tosses the broken box into the nearby trash before entering the building and going down the hall and to the elevator. From what he saw, the place was alright. You didnât live in luxury, but he was relieved he wouldnât be left worrying about your safety after he left.
The elevator glides up to your floor in total silence with him being the only one in the small space. The little ding that marks his arrival releases a burst of anxiety within him. He felt so dumb. He was nervous like he was your and his sonâs age. He pushes those feelings away and gets himself to be normal, to act his age. All he had to do was knock, shove this shit in your arms, and leave.
On the way down the hall to your unit, he realizes this plan means this will probably be the last time he ever sees you. Spare some chance encounter at the grocery store, this would be the final time heâd feel your sweet eyes on him or see that timid smile when he complimented you. That made him sad to think about. He never thought youâd be a permanent fixture in his life. You and his son were young, and being the type of guy his son was, he doubted your relationship was destined to succeed. In honesty, he was shocked it lasted as long as it did. But now, the ending was real. Knowing the time with you in his life was coming to a close felt how the sky outside looked.
Once he reaches the door with your number on it, his fist taps the wood twice. He hears soft shuffling inside, followed by the sound of locks being undone a couple moments later. You crack the door open, standing there in your pajamas. Both your top and bottoms were plain gray. You looked worn down. He could tell youâd been crying. Poor baby.
Your tired eyes flicker with curiosity when they glance up at his face.Â
âMr. Kennedy?â you ask with confusion.
His mouth breaks into a charming grin upon hearing that. âHow many times do I have to tell you to call me Leon before it sticks?â he teases.
âSorryâŠâ you say. You didnât smile at his teasing like normal. Given the circumstances, he supposed that made sense. âWhat are you doing here?â
âI have some of your stuff you left at my house. Can I come in?â he asks.
Now your eyes flash with a brief spout of anger, but you still open the door wider for him to enter.
âHe couldnât bring it to me?â you ask with clear bitterness in your tone.
He cringes at the sound. What was he supposed to say? In reality, he was on your side, but wouldnât it be wrong to tell you that? He loved his son. He really did. Even with all the mistakes he made and the flaws heâd caused the boy, he loved him. He probably shouldnât talk shit about him with his ex-girlfriend.
But at the same time, it was you. You werenât just some random ex-girlfriend. Heâd known you for the better half of a year. You were sweet, actually polite enough to say hello when you came over. You could hold a conversation. And sure, it didnât hurt any that you were cute too. He felt something strong for you. He just struggled to articulate exactly what that something was. He was tempted to say youâd become part of the family. Thatâs probably what plenty of others in his situation would say. But the shameful thoughts that plagued his mind when he was alone late at night begged to differ with that assessment
Right now, it didnât look like you were doing well. He sees the setup you have for yourself on the couch. A heap of blankets, pushed and twisted up around the spot youâd clearly been laying before he interrupted. The curtains were drawn, it was dark in here. You didnât need him to run defense for the guy who cheated on you, relations aside.
âGuess not,â is how he finally answers your question to which heâs met with a roll of your eyes.
âOf course,â you mutter while walking over to meet him at the counter so you can inspect your items after he puts them down.
You rifle through the different things, scanning them haphazardly before returning your disinterested gaze to him. Your arms cross over your chest, and you shrug.
âThanks, I guess.â
Youâre clearly expecting him to leave now. And he knows thatâs what he should do. Awkwardly shuffle out the door with a small wave goodbye. He canât though. Something inside him wonât let him pull away just yet.
âHow have you been?â he starts tentatively, âHavenât seen you in a few weeks.âÂ
âFine⊠I guess,â you answer.
You guess. Again. A nervous tick. An indicator of deflection. You clearly didnât want to delve into the inner workings of your broken heart with the father of the man responsible. He should back off. But he doesnât.
âAre you sure? I know you two are broken up now or whatever you want to call it, but I still care about you, you know? Youâre a sweet girl,â he starts, hating how this was coming out, âI just⊠I know how it is to feel alone. I donât want that for you. If you need someone to talk toâŠâ
âI should come to you? Is that it?â you say, a bit harsher than he would like.
âWell⊠yeah?â he responds.
You turn away, cutting him off from seeing your reactions. âThatâs nice, Leon. But⊠I donât think youâre the one I should talk to about any of this,â you say.
He takes a step closer, laying a cautious hand on your shoulder. âI think Iâm the perfect one for you to talk to about this,â he says.
His reasoning is brief, but he doesnât feel the need for more. Despite your resistance, the gears in your head are turning, deciding whether or not to take the offer. âThereâs nothing to even talk about. It is what it is,â you reply. He can hear that characteristic softness returning to your voice.
âI donât think thatâs true. You donât have to lie to me,â he says, getting even closer. He gently guides you back to the couch and clears some space for the two of you to sit. He directs your eyes back to him before he finishes speaking. âItâll stay between us.â
You look up at him, sweet glossy eyes threatening to spill your emotions down your cheeks. He can see your apprehension, but in the end, you still decide to go for it.
âI just⊠I feel so dumb,â you start, biting your lip.
âYou shouldnât,â he tells you.
âBut I do,â you say, voice becoming strained, âPeople told me he would do something like this, and I actually defended him. Iâm so stupid, and everyone knows it now.â
While he wasnât too pleased to learn of his sonâs reputation, his sympathy for you overwhelms that. His hand rubs up and down your back as your head falls to your hands.
âSweetheartâŠâ he sighs, the term rolling out before he can stop himself, âItâs not your fault. Itâs not a bad thing to be trusting.â
He sees your face tense as you lose the battle to hold your tears in. His heart aches seeing you look so defeated.
âYes it is,â you cry, âI hate it.â
âHey, câmere,â he says and pulls you closer. He drapes his arm over your shoulder and holds you to his side. âDonât talk like that about yourself, ok? Being cheated on doesnât mean thereâs something wrong with you.â
He felt slightly awkward considering the cheater in question is his own flesh and blood. The feeling of your soft body against him overrides that thought though. Youâre still weeping into his chest, so he continues.
âLook, baby,â he says. Another pet name. His mind screams for him to get a grip. âI love my son, but⊠I know him too. He can be insensitive, and thatâs not what a girl like you needs.â
You look up at him, interested in his potential point. In your eyes, he feels he can see his reflection glaring back at him with disapproval.
âYouâre such a precious thing. Someone to be handled with care,â he whispers, stroking your jaw, âI donât want this to take that from you.â
More tears roll down your cheeks while you take in his words. He swipes a couple away with his thumb as he talks to you.
âIâve made a lot of mistakes. With my ex-wife, with my son, with my work. Christ, just with my life in general.â Why was he telling you this? âI look at you, and you remind me of who I was before those mistakes. I know stuff like this can make you bitter, and I just donât want that to happen to you. You donât need to blame yourself for what he did or try to keep how you feel inside. Once you get past this, youâre gonna move onto something better for you. I just donât want you to forget that.â
He watches your lip quiver harder before the floodgates finally burst. Now that heâd given you permission, you donât hold back. A sob tumbles from your lips. He immediately goes to pull you closer again, but this time you take it upon yourself. His eyes widen as you scoot into his lap.
Itâs as if he acts on instinct though. As soon as you have your face buried against his throat, his arms loop around you in return. One hand rubs the expanse between your shoulder blades while the other simply supports the small of your back.
âSweet babyâŠâ he whispers.
âHe told me he loved me,â you weep. He can feel your warm tears dripping down his skin now.
âIâm sure he did, honey,â he says and rocks back and forth with you a bit.
Now you really unload. You cry against him about basically every wrongdoing his son had committed in your time together. He compared you to other girls, told you that you were too needy, forgot your birthday. And Leon listens to it all, not playing devilâs advocate even once.
Guilt burns hot in his chest though. Nevertheless, he tries to convince himself that he wasnât doing anything wrong. He was just helping a poor, hurting girl in need. But that excuse crumbles when he simply thinks about what his son would say to the sight of his ex-girlfriend curled up on his fatherâs lap, clinging to him like he was her new man.
His mind continued trying to justify this anyways, putting forth the idea that this was out of his control. He was powerless when it came to situations like this. The life he led so far had wired a savior complex into his brain. He couldnât resist you, another princess he could restore to her pedestal.
That was definitely part of why he didnât put you back on the couch and slowly begin to make an exit. The other part was less honorable. Despite his mindâs ideas of noble motivations, deep down he knew part of this was selfishness. Being human, he wasnât gonna complain about a pretty young girl warming his lap. And being himself, he certainly wasnât going to complain because that girl happened to be you. The guilt he felt faded instantly with one look at your doe face or one word from your tender voice.
âNone of that is your fault,â he comforts you once you finish your list and breaks away from his thoughts, âYou didnât deserve any of it.â
âI knowâŠâ you whimper before another sob comes from you, âI hate him so much. But itâs even worse cause I still miss him.â
That shoots a sharp pang of jealousy through his heart to which he mentally slaps himself. God, you made him feel pathetic, but in a way he didnât want to admit, that was part of the appeal. He holds you tighter and nuzzles the top of your head, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.
âThatâs ok. Itâs only natural,â he coos and continues soothing you.
âWhy do I miss him? How do I make it stop?â you cry, your voice cracking.
Fuck. You really did remind him of himself which only made this more twisted. He knew what you were feeling so well. That longing ache that festers inside until you feel like clawing your skin off and prying your ribs apart to purge yourself of the infection. He sighs and shifts you on his thigh, pulling you closer to him.
âYou canât make it go away. You know that. Itâs a time-heals-all-wounds situation, sweetheart. Just gotta wait it out, but itâll get better,â he says.
Then he must have truly gone over the edge because he leans in and presses a faint kiss to your hairline. Luckily for him, you donât protest. Instead, it draws more tears from you. Your arms lock around him and pull the rest of your body closer
âI just feel empty, and I donât know why. He wasnât that great⊠no offense,â you sniffle.
âNone taken,â he says softly, a small smile rising on his lips. He keeps rubbing your back, resting his head on top of yours. âMost breakups hurt, even when youâve run the course of the relationship. Itâs not fun losing someone.â
It wouldnât be fun losing you. That was for fucking sure. He was only making it worse for himself by doing all this. At this point, he wasnât sure how heâd manage to tear himself away once you stopped crying.
âI guess,â you whimper, lip puffing out into a sweet pout heâd only ever seen as a joke before.
âYouâre such a sensitive girl, honey. So delicate,â he murmurs against your hair. He knows he should stop. Heâs toeing the borderline, but itâs all he can do to keep himself from hurdling over it at full force.
âIâm overdramatic,â you correct.
He scoffs, dismissing your claim. âDid someone tell you that? Because they donât know what theyâre talking about. Youâre precious,â he whispers with another kiss to your head.
That word seems to strike something in you. Your crying that had been dwindling seems to soften down to an occasional ragged breath. You look up at him with your watery eyes. He continues to push away remaining tears on your cheeks before running his knuckles down your jaw.
As he looks into your eyes, the temptation becomes irresistible. He needs you.
âSweet thing like you⊠you need someone who can understand you, protect those feelings of yours, not make you feel bad about âem,â he says, his thumb dragging over your chin.
âYou think so?â you ask.
âOh yeah. Thereâs nothing wrong with wearing your heart on your sleeve,â he says teasingly, âAll it means is that you care. Plus, this may be just me, but I think itâs pretty cute.â
Your teary eyes widen just the slightest amount, and your hips squirm a bit on his lap. You look down at your fingers fidgeting with one another.
âI donât know,â you say quietly.
âI do. Youâre so pretty when you cry, baby,â he mutters and lifts your chin to get you to look at him again, âYou have puppy eyes, just begging for some love.â
A shy smile starts spreading on your face. Your eyes cast down, and he knows heâs got you hooked. Now he just has to reel you in.
âYeah, you know itâs true,â he whispers and leans in to kiss your cheeks, âBet you have a lot of fun using âem on people.â
âNo,â you say timidly, eyes glancing back up at him.
âOh, of course not. A little angel like you would never take advantage,â he teases. He kisses across your cheek bone to your temple, and then moves his lips down to where your jaw meets your neck. He can hear your breath hitching. His hands pull you closer to his body, feeling your warmth up against him. One slides to your side, rubbing up and down slowly.
âThatâs why you need to be taken care of,â he breathes against your skin, âLet me take care of you, baby.â
You nod with no hesitation on your part. He can tell from the breath you let out that you're giving into some temptations of your own. Your head leans in and he ducks down to connect your lips, nearly groaning as he feels the plush flesh press against him. The kisses start off tender, just little pecks as you explore the feeling of each other. But they soon grow in passion. Your mouths open against each other. Your tongues meet, and spit coats one another's lips. Youâre both breathing heavier.
He pulls back to look at you, those eyes he had been going on about now clouded with lust. Moving in for a few more, he cups your face. âYou like that?â he murmurs.
âMhm,â you hum, reciprocating the affection.Â
He chuckles as you move in even closer, the swell of your breasts pushing up against his chest. His hands squeeze your waist and turn you around so your back is to his front, your head tilted on his shoulder.
âPretty baby, so eager for me,â he coos as his hands smooth up your stomach to your chest. He fondles your tits through your top, feeling their entirety since you werenât wearing a bra.
The softest noise of satisfaction leaves you, and you nip at his lips. He deepens the kiss in response, groping you a bit harder. Your hands travel South to his belt, attempting to undo behind your back, but his hand drops and grabs your wrists.
âNot yet,â he corrects with a kiss to your temple, âThereâs no rush. I want to take my time with you. Warm you up like you deserve.â
His mouth envelopes yours again while his hand releases your wrists and returns to your breast. He can feel your nipples perking up in anticipation. His cock starts to do the same beneath you. As you feel it, you roll your ass back against him, providing some friction. He smiles against your lips, the prior reservations he had about this leaving his mind one by one.
Maneuvering his palms between your thighs, his fingers coast up and down the sensitive skin. His mouth trails down to your neck to kiss you there, sucking soft love bites onto your throat. Youâre single now. Itâs not like youâd have to hide them.
He parts your legs a bit more before cupping them underneath and pulling you down so that youâre at an angle where he can remove the fluffy pajama pants that kept him from his target. You watch the soft fabric fall away and crumple up on the floor. Youâre a little jittery as he exposes your skin now. This is real, no longer a far-fetched fantasy.
His hand is on your pussy in seconds, stroking you through the thin cotton that covers it. The kisses to your throat donât stop, and his free hand keeps you in place on his lap.
âThose college boys youâve been running around with are too busy thinking with their dicks. They donât know what to do with a prize like you,â he murmurs and drags his nose up the curve of your face.
He chooses to forget the fact that the boy you had been running around with was his son. That didnât need to matter right now. All that mattered was the whimper that fell from you, the way your hair felt against the crook of his neck. His fingers play with you a little more before sliding into your panties.
âAw, youâre already getting wet, hm?â he purrs, âPrecious girl. Probably so pent up. Never been properly fucked the way you shoulda been.â
You nod and turn your head to look into his eyes. He takes the chance to kiss you again, working his mouth with yours while his fingers coasted through your folds.
âNeed you to make it better,â you mumble against his lips.
You feel his smirk and how he kisses with increased fervor. The pads of his fingers swirl around your clit, eliciting a tiny gasp from you.
âNot a problem, baby. Youâre not leaving my lap till you canât remember why you were crying in the first place,â he whispers.
You sigh with content and resume languidly making out. His fingertips are rough on the smooth skin of your center, dragging over your sweet spots with the best friction youâd ever felt. Your body arches into his touch. You actually want more. A refreshing feeling for you.
He continues focusing on your sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking over it, pressing small circles into it, swiping down across it. Occasionally, heâd massage lower, teasing your entrance and feeling the arousal pooling from his actions.
âYou like how Iâm playing with you? Feel good having that clit touched? Itâs so sensitive, just like the rest of you,â he breathes.
You nod again, a desperate whine unraveling out of you. He chuckles and speeds up his fingers.
âI knew you would. Youâre beyond the little boys who thrust a few times and leave you wanting for more. Think itâs pretty obvious you need a real man,â he says.
He didnât even know where half this stuff was coming from, but he wasnât gonna launch an investigation into it. It worked for you, so it was working for him.
Your hips buck as he maintains a steady pace and even amount of pressure. He rubbed you just the way you liked, as if he knew your body on an instinctual level.
âYouâre gonna cum just from my fingers. You can do it. Have you gushing already before I slip my cock in you,â he murmurs against your skin.
His fingers have started making wet noises as they slide up and down on your cunt. You mewl and tense up, relishing the pleasure he brought you. You whimper out his name quietly, over and over. Leon. Specifically him.
âThatâs right, sweetheart. Whoâs the one making you feel so good? Whoâs the one youâve needed all along?â
You gasp it again for him. Leon.
âGood girl,â he growls.
He moves his fingers with more precision and dedication, taking you right to the blissful edge and letting you crash over it. Watching how your body writhes on his lap, he holds you through it. He makes sure to keep you up right.
You feel lightning strike within you, the storm of euphoria swirling in the pit of your stomach. You let go all over his fingers, and thoroughly coat his hand with your release. He goes in for more, sliding his fingers down as if theyâre going to dip inside you, but you whine in protest.
âLeon⊠donât wanna wait anymore,â you whimper.
He chuckles at your impatience and shakes his head.
âYou talk about it like youâve been waiting forever when itâs only been a couple minutes,â he teases.
âFeels like forever,â you pout.
He kisses your frown and pulls your underwear off completely. He then turns you around on his lap to face him.
âYou ready for the real thing then?â he breathes, smirking at your quick confirmation.
He boosts his hips off the couch and shoves his pants down enough so that his cock can spring free. It bobs up in anticipation. His hand grasps it, sliding it against your entrance.Â
After a few teasing swipes, he sinks you down on it, savoring every small change in your expression. Your eyes flutter, your mouth lolls open slightly, your brows furrow.
âOh, I can tell thatâs what youâve been needing,â he whispers, guiding your hips into a rhythm.
You bounce up and down on him, breathy moans escaping you with each rise and fall.
âMhm, wanted it for so long,â you whine.
His eyebrow raises at that. âYeah?â he grunts, sharply inhaling as you squeeze around him, âHow long? How bad did you want it?â
âSo bad. Wanted it for months,â you confess as your head falls back, âWanted to be yours instead.â
He knows heâs going to hell for the rush of satisfaction that floods his veins. He doesnât falter though, just pulls you closer and starts thrusting up into you.
âOh, did you? Dirty secret, baby, but I canât say I didnât feel the same way,â he moans before reconnecting his mouth with yours, âSweet baby like you, wanted you to be all mine.â
A quick moan leaves you, and you keep riding. Your hips roll up and down, working him as deep into you as he can go. Your arousal drips down his heavy balls, making a mess where the two of you connect.
âDreamed about you sometimes,â you gasp, letting it all out.
His eyes droop with more desire. They shouldnât, but your revelations only spurred him on. He thrusts up harder and digs his fingers into the flesh of your hips.
âYeah? Bet you felt so guilty waking up soaked between your legs for someone you couldnât have,â he says, vision trained on you, âI felt the same way. Hard as a rock for you and no relief.â
âNow there is,â you whimper as you lean down and nuzzle your face against his.
With hot breaths in each other's face, you both feel the cords of release being pulled taut. You bite your lip, and he cages you in against his body, keeping you flush against him.
âEven with that dirty little secret, youâre still such a good girl. Need you to be my good girl,â he mumbles in your ear before moaning, hips tensing as he feels the sweeping sense of euphoria.
You nod dumbly as your own high creeps up on you. âOh fuck Iâm gonna cum,â you whine before burying your face into his shoulder. Your hands clutch at his biceps, digging little crescents into the muscle.
He fucks you through it, making you see stars and keeping them suspended in your sights. You cling to him and clamp around him. His thrusts get sloppy, but he wonât stop until youâre coming down. Thatâs when he finally pulls out and gives himself a few strokes to completion, finishing on your ass. He figured you were on the pill, but he wasnât going to make a riskier chance an even bigger risk.
You feel the warm liquid dripping down the curve of your ass. Youâre too fucked out to be concerned with clean up right now though. He smiles down at you and gives you some kisses as a way to cool you off.
Reaching over to the end table, he grabs a few tissues and swipes away the small mess on your backside. After some more soothing affection, the two of you briefly readjust your clothing and get comfy with each other again. He figured this probably wasnât the best thing he could be doing in this situation. He just fucked his sonâs ex and now he was going to cuddle her too? But he does it anyway because it was what you needed, and that was his mindâs priority at the moment.
He thinks about leaving though, reverting to the original plan. He could let you doze off and just slip away. But he doesnât. Youâre too sweet, and youâre hurting. He didnât want to pile on, but the idea that this shouldnât develop into more than a passionate fuck still lingers in his mind..
That is until he hears your voice.
âAre you gonna leave?â you ask softly.
He looks down, heart aching at the sight of you.
âNot yet,â he answers.
âOk good,â you say and sink into him again, âI might need you again later. In case I get sad again.â
He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play innocent. âGuess Iâm stuck here then. Canât have you crying all alone,â he says.
âMhm,â you hum, leaning up to give him a kiss. One of the sweetest kisses heâd ever had. And just like that, youâre luring him back in.
âYou know⊠maybe I should be proactive, make sure you donât get the chance to be sad again todayâŠâ he murmurs, shifting to lay down on the couch and give you some kisses of his own. âThink you need some more distracting.â
He was done for.
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I Want To Be ManHandled By Tommy Shelby Like My Life Depends On It
tommy shelby smutty blurb because iâm bored and horny
(warnings: SMUT, age gap (age isnât specified but i will say reader is at least 20+, and tommy is older), Daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, Tommy is a bit mean, degradation kind of??, praise, unprotected p in v, ADULT CONTENT)
18+ MINORS DNI :)
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It would be a good way to go out. Your face stuffed in a pillow as Tommy fucked you like you were just a doll. Suffocating to death isnât ideal but having his cock stuffed in you certainly was.
âTakinâ it like a whore would, aye?â Tommy grunted in your ear as he pressed his body over your bent and twisted shape. His body weight on top of you was addicting but you were growing lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, as one would.
You were so wet you could hear the slick between your thighs every time Tommy bucked his hips into yours, ass red and sore from all his previous roughings. Each thrust left you wincing yet whining, whimpering for more.
âT-Tommy fuck I canât⊠canât breatheâŠâ You huffed out, eyes drooping and drool drizzling down your chin. âPl-PleaseâŠâ
And then another harsh smack was placed on your sorry ass, you yelped out a cry. âWhat the fuck did you just call me?â He roared deep in your ear, breath hot with disapproval. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sting. And the clap.
âDaddy⊠sorry⊠daddy!â You quickly corrected your minuscule mistake. He didnât seem to care much that you said you couldnât breathe, he knew you would be fine. In fact, you responded very well to his âlack of careâ you got off on the fact he used your body, and only yours, for pleasure. You loved the arrogance of it all. âPlease⊠go softer⊠too much, daddy⊠too muchâŠâ You mumbled into the sheets, going dumb at the feeling of being full.
âShut the fuck up,â He grinned from ear to ear, letting out satisfied grunts as he felt you squeeze around him, gushing out more of your own cum. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his grip tightening on your hips and moving your body for you⊠back and forth⊠back and forth⊠back and forth over and over again. You were cock-drunk and brainless on his stupidly good dick. âSee? See what happens when daddy fucks you?â Tommy huffed, chest pressing into your arching back as he fucked you into the mattress.
He moved so gracefully that it only turned you into more of a mess. âYou cum⊠over and over⊠and over again and donât act like you donât fuckinâ like it when I stuff it in ya and toss you around a bit, you like being nothing but a hole for me, eh? And a nice pair of tits tooâŠâ All of this whispered directly into your ear made you collapse further into the bed, sheets underneath you damp with your own spit.
âOh,â You moaned, vibrations muffled into the bed as he continued to rock you through it, still destroying you on his cock. It was almost hypnotic the way he moved, the pace reassuring your body over and over again that you were his. Youâd be feeling each stroke even when he pulled out later on.
âFuck⊠and letâs not forget your pretty mouth either, eh?â Tommy nipped at your ear, before pulling out of you entirely and leaving you a gasping mess. Before you could let out another word of complaint he was flipping you over onto your back and throwing your legs over his shoulders, slipping right back in to continue his mind-numbing assault on your body.
You squirmed and wriggled, back arching off the bed as your tits bounced with each ragged rock of his hips. Tommyâs hands slid up your hips, squeezing at your waist and molding you into his perfect little sex doll. He pressed down on your ribs, using the advantage of you having such a tiny frame to coax you into compromising positions. Tommy fucked you like you were just a mere fleshlight to him, holding you up to bounce you on his cock. God this was the best thing to ever happen to you.
He held you down to stop you from squirming, hands squeezing at your waist and thighs. You were like clay that he could mold perfectly into shape. You were perfect for him, your body absolutely divine.
Tommy's eyes locked on your cunt and his cock disappearing inside of you. It was a sight to see. One he would try his best to memorize no matter how many times he fucked you. "God I love you," Tommy huffed, leaning down to connect your lips in a sweet kiss. Spit dribbled out of your mouth as you kissed him back... in a sloppy manner. Too fucked out to focus on his lips... too spaced out to fully process the feeling of his kiss. "So sweet... mmm.... my sweet little girl..." His thighs tensed as you squeezed around him, muscles spasming with each thrust. He was getting close and you knew it. "You want my cum?" He moaned gruffly in your ear, cock twitching against your quivering walls. "Y-Yeah... daddy... please..." You mewled out, back arching to the point it was nearly painful. "Fill me with your cum, baby.... I need it... need it... mmph! Need it so bad..." And he did just that, he fucked into you harder, like an aggressive animal trying to prove its dominance over you... as if he hadn't already done that a million times ago. Eventually, he stilled, letting out a long, choked groan as the tip of his cock spurted out hot and heavy ropes of cum into you. "Fuuuuuck..." Tommy drawled out, eyelashes fluttering as his jaw hung open. His hands held you in place, forcing you to take it.
Oh, you just loved being his.
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Hi everyone :) This is just a short little blurb I wrote ages and ages and ages ago. I don't know how many times I've said this by now but I want to sincerely apologize for my absence over the past like ten months or however long it's been. If I'm being honest, I've been really struggling with my mental health and I've barely had the energy to do anything at all really. I think about writing everyday and I want to... I've been experiencing writer's block sooooo badly. Anyway... I am very sorry... if there is anyone out there who still cares idk... I hope you liked this! I've got a couple of other things in the works at the moment so I'm hoping to become more active on here again! I love and miss you all!
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yan light who is the sassiest man you've ever met
yan light who literally looks at Misa up and down in such disgust, it literally its like a popular mean girl looking at a nerd like damn hoe
yan light who wraps his arms around you, and literally says the sweetest things to you but then when it's Misa, he acts like she doesnt even exist
yan light who tells you he has to pretend to be misa's bf crying, like he's actually crying tears, blood, sweat, and everything
"b-babbyyy!! I d-dont wanna be wit-with that g-girl, I pro-promise!!"
"wife, does this mean I'm free?"
"Y/n L/n, leave me and I swear to God, i will roam the fucking earth searching for you."
yan light who even a complete stranger could tell he doesn't like Misa at all compared to you, he literally hugs you in public, kiss your jaw, hold your arm, hand, meanwhile with Misa, the farthest thing he has ever done was pat her shoulder đ
yan light who in college, spends all his free time searching for you to hang out
yan light who memorizes your schedule, waiting outside your class whenever the bell rings
yan light who now sleep over at your house because he loves searching through your closet, searching for a hoodie that smells the most like you
yan light who literally thinks of ways to absolutely destroy ur TV and phone, he's quite literally only in some tight black shorts and ur hoodie and u don't wanna devour him??? Why tf are you tryna watch Tom and friends when he's literally there suggesting sex
yan light who you don't pay attention to all night, watching some Tom and friends cuz that shit mad entertaining, and light is over here rubbing his thighs together, glaring at the TV
Yan light who grabs you hand and puts it on his thighs, making your hand grip them.
Yan light who looks at you for a reaction, but you were STILL not bothering to look at him,
yan light who was pissed and sassy at you the whole night, turning his back to you and huffing, furrowed eyebrows
"hey, aren't ya gonna hug me? im cold"
Yan light who scoffs but turns around and begins to cuddle you, head between your boobies, forgetting why he was mad in the first place
yan light who wants to cut handcuffs on both you and him so you'll NEVER be seprated from him, literally wanting to bawl and cry at the thought of him without you
yan light who feels like he cant breath without you
yan light who literally thinks about the worst thing happening to you when you dont answer his call or text within a minute, about to start pulling at his hair and chewing on his nails with a crazy look on his face
yan light who memorizes your voice, the way you walk, the way you eat, the way you clean and everything just because hes that obsessed over you
yan light who is so close to using his death note on misa just because she managed to small talk you, glaring at her with such hatred you would think she killed his dog or sum
yan light who always making sure he holds the door open for your and giving you snacks when you dont have any
yan light who buys you things you've been recently talking about, telling you he deserves a kiss for what he did for u
yan light who is ur jealous lil wife <333
SOMEONE HELP NO MORE REQUEST P<LS ITS LIKE I SOLD MY FUCKIGN SOUL OMG I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START ATTHIS POINT
JKJK SEND REQUESTS IF U WANT
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Lip Gallagher would fuck his girl so good after coming home from college and then be all domesticy
i fucking agree !! heres a little blurb for you <33 nsfw 18+. rough lip, unprotected p in v, praise, aftercare, domesticity
it's been so long since you've seen lip. five weeks, three days, and eleven hours. but who's counting anyway? it doesn't matter how long its been, or how much you missed him, how much you thought of him when he was away at school. he was here now. that was what mattered.
his hands and lips have been all over you since the moment he stepped off the L. you're alone in his room now, bent over his desk and crying from it. tears leak down your cheeks as he grips your now-messy ponytail in one hand.
"good fucking girl," he growls in your ear, thrusting sharper so that your hips are banging repeatedly against the desk. you whimper and press your ass back into him, you try to speak but all that comes out is a garbled moan of his name. he smiles at this, sharp and wicked as his fingers dig into the meat of your ass. "o-oh shit- missed this, jesus."
you manage to pant out, "fuck! missed it so much," before you're clenching around him and arching your back in a white-hot wave of pleasure.
lip coos in your ear, "so fuckin' tight f'me. tha's my girl." his hips speed up and his thrusts become erratic, his teeth biting down softly on your ear as he comes inside you.
you let out an exhausted whine and crumple into the desk, feeling his chest press against your back. he pulls out with a soft hiss, fingers trailing patterns over the expanse of your back as his lips map a trail of kisses across your nape. he really had missed you.
"lemme get ya some clean clothes," he murmurs, standing and cleaning himself up with a spare tee before searching his drawers for something of yours. he finds a loose tank top of his and a comfy little pair of shorts for you, cleaning you up with gentle hands and helping you to stand as he dressed you.
you smile warmly and lean yourself against lip's chest. his heartbeat is soft and quick under your ear, a stark contrast to how soft and sated you feel. his lips kiss your hairline with gentle fervor, smattering small pecks to whatever he can reach. "missed you," you murmur, to which he laughs softly.
"missed ya too, sweetheart." he replies, pulling away and finding a cozy sweater to wrap you in. "ian an' mickey are downstairs, an' i'm fuckin' hungry. c'mon," he tells you with a grin. he locks his fingers in yours and pulls you down the stairs, a sweet giggle floating effortlessly from your lips. he's here. he's home.
mickey wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively, and lip swats his head, grabbing two beers from the fridge and tossing one in mickey's direction. lip hands the other beer to you and grabs the pack of cigs on the counter. he lights it from the stove burner as you crack your beer and grab a pan, all between pressing a kiss on his cheek.
"quesadilla?' you ask, holding up tortillas, cheese, and a bag of peppers. you watch lip's face break into a wide grin, reaching out and grabbing your waist to pull you into his side. he lands a kiss on your lips, his presence so warm all around you.
"yeah, babe. missed your cookin'" he murmurs, resting his cheek against your own for one quick, sweet moment. then, of course, the aura of peace is shattered when mickey speaks up.
"yeah sweets, lip can't cook for shit!"
lip moves to the doorway to bicker with mickey in the living room, and you can't help but laugh at their antics. they're annoying, but you love them to death. regardless of it's flaws, you wouldn't trade the current moment for anything in the world.
end.
#đ posting#lip gallagher x reader#lip gallagher smut#lip gallagher fluff#â written by maggie [fics]
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It just occurred to me~
Wanna know the SINGLE most destructive force you could unleash upon a world?
Maddie "you've kidnapped me and made my babies cry? P E R I S H" Fenton~! She don't play that! She is the "well'p! Guess we're gonna have to kill this man, sweetie!" Of the two doctors Fenton. Jack has the morals, you see. SHE has the aim.
And the willingness to murder.
But THAT comes with motherhood~â :)
Where was she~? Oh yes! Everyone in this warehouse is going to DIE! Slowly. And screaming. If you DON'T send her back to her babies n honeybun, m'kay? *sound of lazergun charging up*
NOW.
Just? The one woman Terrifying Rampage of blood, explosions, death, explosions, screaming, tears and explosions. No one could ever recover from it. She's out here gutting toasters and a pack of gum to make DEATH MACHINES. She's stolen the presidents car! High speed chase with lazers! Martial arts duels in the rain on top of speeding trains!
It's been less then 24hours!
Everyone is crying, screaming, and throwing up because WHAT IS SHEEEEE!?
Upset. The answer is very, very upset. You terrified her babies. Tried to KIDNAP HER SON. Successfully kidnapped HER. Separated her from both her lab AND the love of her life! And?? Jack JUST made her favorite fudge! A whole pan, just for her!
She is going to tear REALITY apart until she is back where she should be.
And if YOU all suffer for that?
Well~ Should have thought of that, shouldn't ya~? â :)
@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @babbling-babull @lolottes @hypewinter @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation
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All 179-244 (or so) codes that were found so far (no spoilers)
Note: As far as I'm aware if you input any word after selling your soul to Bill and press the knob you'll get the same result. I still think it's important to highlight the ones that didn't have any result once you imput them normally the day the website updated (AUDIOLOG, BUBBLES, CLEAR, CONTRACT, SMALL) these may have been just an error since it has been fixed since then
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333 Sundapple Lane Cozy Creek IL 60714-94611
A
ABUELITA
ADASTRAPERASPERA
ALEX HIRSCH / ALEX / HIRSCH
AM I BLANCHIN
ANSWER
AXOLOTL
B
BAAAA
BABY / BABY BILL / LALALALALA / MOMMY / DADDY
BILL / BILL CIPHER / CIPHER / ILLB / LLIB REHPIC / REHPIC
BLACK SHEEP
BLANCHIN / BLANCHING / BLANCH
BLENDIN
BLIND EYE
BOOBERRY
BURN SIDE
BURNED INSIDE
BYE GOLD
C
CAESAR ATBASH VIGENERE / MULTILEVELMARK
CARD
CARYN
CIPHERTOLOGY
CLONE / TYRONE / PAPER JAM
CONSPIRACY
CRAY CRAY
CRYPTOGRAM CODEX
CURSE WITTEBANE
CURSED
D
DEATH
DEER TEETH
DESTRUCTION IS A FORM OF CREATION
DIONARAP
DIPPER
DIPPY FRESH
DISCO GIRL / BABBA
DISNEY / MICKEYMOUSE
DISPENSE MY TREAT
DIVORCE / BREAKUP
DORITO / NACHO / CHIP
DUCHESS APPROVES / THE DUCHESS APPROVES
DUCKTECTIVE
E
EASTER EGG
EMMALINE BUTTERNUBBINS
EUCLID / SCALENE / SCRIMBLES
EUCLYDIA
EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES
F
FAMILY MATTERS
FBI / CIA / NSA
FILBRICK
FIXINIT1
FORD / SIXER / STANFORD
FORDTRAMARINE
FORGET THE PAST
FUCK / SHIT / BITCH / SLUT / SEX
FUCK YOU ALEX
G
GIDEON
GIFFANY
GLASS SHARD BEACH
GLOBNAR
GOD / HELP ME / SAVE ME / FRILLIAM
GOODNIGHT SALLY
GRAVITY FALLS
GREBLEY HEMBERDRECK
GUN / THE GUN
H
HAROLDS RAMBLINGS
HECTORING
HEY NERD
HISTORY
HOLOGRAM
HORROR / CREEPYPASTA / ANALOG HORROR
HOTXOLOTL
HOW WILL I DIE / WHEN WILL I DIE
I
IM STILL ON YOUR MIND
IRREGULAR
IS HELL REAL
IS THERE AN AFTERLIFE
J
JOURNAL 1
JOURNAL 2
JOURNAL 3
JUST BLEND IN
JUST FIT IN
K
KINGS OF NEW JERSEY
KOOK
KUBRICK
L
L IS REAL 2401
LIAR LYRE
LIES
LIFE
LOVE / BOYFRIEND / LONELY
LOVE YA BRO
M
MABEL
MASON
MATH / GREECE / SHAPES / GREEK / PLATO / GEOMETRY
MCGUCKET / FIDDLEFORD / OLD MAN MCGUCKET
MEOW / MEOW WOW
MONSTER
MORALITY
MOUNTAIN DONT
MYSTERY
MYSTERY SHACK
N
NAITSUAF
NO
NOT A PHASE
NOTHING
O
OCCURREMUS ITERUM
OH YES THEY BOTH
ONE EYED KING
OROBOROUS
OWL TROWEL
P
PACIFICA
PAPER IS BOOK SKIN
PEAK
PINATA
PINES
PLATINUM PAZ
PORTAL
Q
QUESTION
R
R34LITY
RAT
REALITY
RIDDLE
ROBBIE
RUBBERHOSE
S
SCARY / SPOOKEMUPS / SPOOKY
SCIENTOLOGY
SEASON 1 / SEASON -1
SEASON 2
SEASON 3
SEVEN EYES
SEVERAL TIMES
SHAVE YOUR GRANDMA
SKELETON
SKIBIDI / FORTNITE / ELON / CRYPTO / DOGE / GYATT / RIZZ
SOMETHING
SOOS
SORRY
STAN / STANLEY PINES / STAN PINES / STANLEY
STOD EHT TCENNOC
SUCK IT MERLIN
T
TAD STRANGE
TANTRUM
THE BOOK OF BILL / BOOK OF BILL
THE DUCHESS APPROVES
THEORY / MATPAT
THERAPRISM
THEYLL SEE / THEYLL ALL SEE / I SEE
TINSEL SNAKE
TITANS BLOOD
TJECKLEBURG
TOBY DETERMINED
TORTURE MENTALLY
TOURIST TRAP
TRIANGLE
TRIGONOMETRY
U
UNIONMADE
UNIVERSE
UNREALITY
V
VALLIS CINERIS
VIRUS
W
WADDLES
WEIRD
WEIRDMAGEDDON
WELL WELL WELLBEING
WENDY
WHICH RELIGION IS RIGHT
WHO ARE YOU
X
XGQRTHX
XYLER / CRAZ
Y
YES
YOU CANT KILL AN IDEA
YOURE INSANE
Will update if more are found
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Can you write about Viking!Konig who's the leader of his clan. One time he raids a random village and meets fem!reader, who's beautiful with her hazel eyes and round breasts. Then he takes her as his wife!!!!! Ahhhhh I'm crazy about this. I'm sorry for asking too much đđđ BTW thank you for accepting my previous request â€â€â€ love ya so muchhhhh
König is 100000% a boobie man and I will die on that hillđźâđš lmao, I LOVE this!!!! Don't ever feel bad for requesting. I'm having a bit of a writers block and this story helped me find my flow againđ©·. I hope you're well and taking care of yourselfđ„°đ„°
Viking!König x Reader (fem)
MDNIđ
Master List
>cw: fem/afab, violence, naughty thoughts
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You wake up from your slumber hearing the screams from your neighbors in the small village you live in. You rush past your family who is now also scrambling to their feet, your husband rushing to gather himself as your children panic. You open your door slightly to see rooftops on fire and dead bodies lying in the roads.
Quickly, you close the door and turn to your husband with wide eyes, âCallum, itâs VikingsâŠâ Your voice shakes with fear. Youâve heard stories from other villages about their attacks, leaving nothing but death and sorrow in their paths.
âWe have to run, grab the children!â Callum whispers loudly as you stand there feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Everyone always assumed this village would be safe, untouchable, but this proved them all wrong.
Rushing to your children, you quickly squat down, âWe are going to have to run, as fast as you can, okay?â
The children nod their heads crying, your oldest trying to be brave for you. Just then you all jump as the door is flung open. Screaming, you turn to see three big men and an equally large woman enter your home. An even bigger man, ducks to enter your home. Your eyes go wide seeing him, youâve heard of the giant Viking man, but you assumed he was more of a myth to instill fear in people.
Using your body to shield your children as you step in front of them, you look to your husband. Callum seems to be frozen in fear, unable to even breathe. Thereâs a moment where no one moves and itâs quiet other than the sounds of your children crying.
The large man has a mask covering his face, his pale blue eyes are the only part of his face that is visible in the low light in the home. He has an aura about him that could strike fear in any warriorâs heart.
âP-please leave us, we donât have much.â You speak up, your voice trembling.
The leader turns to two of the other Vikings and speaks to them in a language that youâve never heard before. They nod and move to my husband, restraining him. He screams and the woman hits him, making you fear for your lives more. You look up wide eyed as the tall man begins to approach you.
König sees the family before him, a man frozen in fear, three children cowering behind their mother, and then their mother⊠you. A small but brave woman, brave enough to speak up when her husband couldnât. It makes him impressed, wondering what type of woman could be so bold.
König approaches you with a hungry look in his eyes. His gaze drops down to the way the thin fabric of your nightgown clings to your body. Your breasts are massive and perfectly round, nipples hard and poking through the fabric. König has always loved a woman with large breasts and a little extra. Your breasts looking so perfectly full, his mind begins to wonder if you are still feeding your youngest. Your body is simply perfect for him.
âName?â König asks in a low voice.
âLeave her alone!â Your husband shouts, trying to protect you. He gets hit by one of the people restraining him.
âI- Iâm y/n.â You respond trying to be brave.
The closer he got the more his true size became obvious. The smell of his clothes-stained copper from the blood and his natural musk filled your nostrils. You feel small as he towers over you. His eyes are still wandering your body.
âIâm König.â He says finally.
He feels himself getting lost in your eyes as he takes in the beautiful color. You gaze up at him with the most stunning sage green eyes speckled with golden brown. The most beautiful hazel eyes he has ever seen. Gently he raises a hand to your face and caresses it, leaving a streak of blood behind. Your skin is so soft to his large and rough hand. He can only imagine the rest of you is this soft.
âIs this your husband?â He points to Callum.
âYes, and these are our children. Please, we are simply farmers. We donât have much.â
âHm, I see.â König takes a deep breath and looks down at your breasts again. âAre you still feeding the youngest?â
âY-yesâŠâ You answer hesitantly wondering what type of question is that.
That is exactly what he wanted to hear. You are not only bold, daring, and beautiful; but also soft, desirable, and can create children for him. This is what heâs been looking for, and he finds you here. Wasting your milk on a weak manâs offspring.
âPerfect, youâll be coming with me.â
Your jaw drops stunned as you look up at him shaking your head no, âI- I canât leave my family. My husband-â
âThat man? Heâs not worthy of you. You deserve more, and I intend on giving it to you. Now please Liebling, donât fight.â
König steps to you and grabs your arm to pull you away from your children. Your husband begins to yell at König, saying that he canât do this. He canât just take you. Your children stand confused, not understanding the whole situation completely while the youngest cries.
âPlease, donât.â You whimper, looking back at your family as he drags you away.
âYouâll be happy with me. You arenât a farmer's wife, youâre a queen. My queen. Now come.â König scoops you up into his arms bridal style, his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thighs as he carries you away from your small home.
âDonât worry, my people will let your family live.â König whispers to you as he walks. His eyes are drifting down your body. He feels the anticipation rising as he begins to walk you back to his clanâs ship on the coast near your village. He wants you in his home, in his bed, undressed where he can enjoy you and gaze into your eyes as he makes you cum. Soon.
Part 2, Part 3
#konig#konig x reader#konig x y/n#könig#konig cod#könig x reader#konig smut#könig smut#könig cod#könig mw2#konig x you#konig x reader smut#könig call of duty#könig x y/n#könig x you#viking könig
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Trouble - Benny Cross
Summary: As promised, Benny waits for you after your shift to take you on a ride.
Pairing: Benny Cross x F!Reader
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smutty content, unprotected p in v
A/N: So first of all, thank you for the love on Rules. I suggest you read that part first, before reading this. Without further ado, here is part two. English isnât my mother tongue so apologies for typos or mistakes. I do hope you enjoy! đ§Ą
Word count: approx 2,6k
The warmth of his palm seeped through your jeans into your skin, and as he started to draw small circles with his thumb, you were gone. You wanted him. And you wanted him badly. You scraped your throat and called his name. âBenny?â He tilted his head slightly, indicating he was listening. âKnow that I really like this. Riding with you, right?â You asked and heard the frown in his voice when he replied. âBut?â âBut right now, I want you to take me home, so I can take you on a ride.â A strangled noise escaped his throat as he squeezed your leg again. âYâgonna be the death âfâme, sweetheart.â
Today was the busiest day ever. A lot of folks came to the diner during the day for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Due to a shortage of staff, youâve been running around all over the place, trying to get everything to everyone on time. You didnât have time for a break or even think about your conversation with Benny that morning.Â
When the last customer left the diner, Mary locked the front door, flipped the âopenâ sign to âclosedâ and let out a heavy sigh, before making her way to you and opened up her arms. âCome âere my gift from God.â
An exhausted smile adorned your face at the compliment, and you happily entered her warm hug. Weariness weighing into the both of you.
âI couldnât have done it without you the last couple days.â She said. âThank you, my dear.â
Leaning back, you grabbed her arms and squeezed them affectionately as Mary continued. âI have some news. My sisters are coming over for two weeks and they volunteered to help me out. So I want to give us both the weekend off, so we can recharge ourselves. Whatcha say about that?â
You opened your mouth, but the thought of having the weekend off caught you by surprise. A few days off? Goodness! Finally, time to catch up on some sleep.
âThat sounds⊠lovely.â You beamed. âThanks, Mary!â
âNo, thank you!â She chimed and booped your nose. âIf yâwanna finish the tables, Iâll take care of the garbage and then call it a night.â
Nodding your response, you started to wipe down the last tables. The thought of being in your bed within a half hour had never felt so good. You would definitely sleep late tomorrow and thenâ
âHoney?â Maryâs voice snapped you back to reality.
âYeah, Mary?â You replied as you walked over to the sink to clean the cloth and wash your hands. Mary frowned and crossed her arms while looking between the backdoor and you. Feeling an uneasy flutter in your stomach, you walked up to her.
âMary, whatâs wrong?â You asked firmly.
She sighed before answering. âThere is a biker outside. His name âs Benny. Told me heâs waitinâ for ya. But wouldnât be surprised âf his second name is Trouble.â
Your breath hitched in your throat and mentally slapped your forehead. Benny was waiting for you outside. Due to the chaos, you totally forgot about him, but with the mention of his name it was like a wave of adrenaline washed over you, making you forget about the exhaustion in your bones.Â
A knowing smirk appeared on Maryâs face when she saw your shocked expression, you being too tired to control it. She stepped forward and cupped your face.
âIâm not blind, girl, and I know that look. Also, Benny isnât hard on the eyes, now is he?â
âMary, Iââ
âShh, dear,â She patted your cheeks. âAll I can say is, be careful. But most importantly, have fun.â
Your eyes widened at her words. Was she serious right now?
âOh donât look at me like that,â she shushed and gave you a playful shove towards the backdoor. âIâve been young too. Now go!â
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You were greeted by the cool evening air, the breeze lifting a few strands of your hair, making them dance around your face. Youâd quickly changed into a light denim jeans and black top before stepping outside, and adjusted the deep-brown jacket around your shoulders before you spotted Benny. And gosh, the sight of him made your heart beat like crazy. He looked even more attractive than you remembered.Â
He was leaning casually against his bike, while taking a drag from his cigarette. As you made your way to him, his eyes focused on you and let them roam shamelessly over your body. And you wouldâve lied if it didnât add something to the pleasant flutters in your stomach.
âHi.â You greeted him and a grin spread on his face. He released a breath of smoke and stared at you just like he did this morning. Inside you were trembling, but you forced yourself to keep your ground, trying to look cool and unbothered. Â
âHi.â He replied and crushed the cigarette bud under his boot. âYâlook stunninâ.â
Was it possible for him to see your heart beat furiously against your ribcage? Cause it definitely felt like it.
You hummed at his compliment, but didnât respond to him, but asked instead, âIs it fast?â
Benny followed your gaze to his bike and tilted his head. âWanna find out?â Without waiting for your reply, he sat himself down and kick-started the motor in one go. Well, add that to the list of kinks, because that was hot as hell.
You breathed out through your nose and took place behind him, your legs bracketing his frame.
âHold on tâme, sweetheart.â He told you over his shoulder, looking at you out of the corner of his eye. Well, he didnât need to tell you twice. You bit your lip and let your hands roam over his sides, taking your time so you could feel him out, before ending at his stomach. And heavens above, what did this man feel good.Â
Benny smiled and shook his head while muttering âtroubleâ, probably not expecting you being this bold. He petted your hands, but left them where they were.
âDonât let go fâme.â
Before you could reply, he took off. And damn, it was fast. Youâve never been on a bike and the speed caught you off guard. Out of reflex you tightened your grip, pressing yourself firmly against his back and you couldâve sworn he let out a satisfied hum.Â
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The town passed by in a blur. Benny didnât care about the red lights, since he just ran straight through them. Usually you wouldâve said something about it, but it was late and there was practically no one on the road. Besides that, this new experience was way too exhilarating.Â
Adrenaline pumped through your veins. The wind yanking your hair from your face and tears started to form in your eyes. Especially after you arrived on the open road. Benny sped up, which earned him a tiny yelp from you as you gripped him harder. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him smirk. Mentally, you shook your head. Show-off.Â
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Time passed - or more like, flew - by and you started to get used to the speed and the fact that you sat on a motorcycle behind a handsome man. You embraced the feeling of the bike beneath you, the warm and soft back of Benny against your breasts. Feeling a tingle low in your stomach, you adjusted your hands a bit, so one hand was on his lower stomach and the other above it, feeling how his chest rose and fell as he breathed.Â
You started to feel bold and added some pressure, feeling the contours of him even better, making you swoon over him. A small grumble escaped Benny, and you suddenly felt his left palm on your knee. The warmth of his palm seeped through your jeans into your skin, and as he started to draw small circles with his thumb, you were gone. You wanted him. And you wanted him badly.
You scraped your throat and called his name. âBenny?â
He tilted his head slightly, indicating he was listening.
âKnow that I really like this. Riding with you, right?â You asked and heard the frown in his voice when he replied. âBut?â
âBut right now, I want you to take me home, so I can take you on a ride.âÂ
A strangled noise escaped his throat as he squeezed your leg again. âYâgonna be the death âfâme, sweetheart.â
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Just a few seconds passed between getting off the bike, to the moment Benny had kicked the front door shut, and had you pressed against it. Placing his palm next to your head, leaning in, and grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger.Â
Without wasting another second, he hungrily pressed his lips against yours. You fisted his shirt and pulled him in. The build-up tension from before and on the ride were taking over. Both of your hands grabbed, stroked and squeezed each other. Tearing at each others clothes, while your lips met over and over again. And boy oh boy, what was he a good kisser.
Blindly your hands cascaded over his chest to unbuckle his belt, only breaking the kiss so Benny could take off his shirt, while you kicked off your shoes. Benny taking your shirt off right after as he kicked off his pants, leaving him in his boxers.
The both of you panted heavily, taking a split moment to admire each other. It was very clear that Benny was aroused and the sight of him added even more to the already throbbing pulse between your legs.Â
You placed your hands on his pecs, feeling how his heart was also hammering, and guided him to the couch. The back of his knees met the seating, and before he even completely sat down, you were onto his lap. His hands found the globes of your ass, kneading the flesh which subtracted a moan from you.
Bennyâs hand snaked to your nape, treading his fingers through your roots and tugged. Another moan escaped you, while meeting his darkened gaze. He dragged his nose along your cheek to your neck where he kissed you just below your ear. A sudden bursts of goosebumps broke out all over your skin and you gripped his shoulders, the sensation making your gasp out his name.
âBenny!â
He chuckled and swiftly unhooked your bra, leaning back a bit so he could admire you. His lust-filled eyes took you in, his mouth slightly agape and looked back at your face, shaking his head lightly. Not believing how incredibly you looked and felt on him.
His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer so he could close his lips around your nipple. You dug your nails into the skin of his biceps, leaving small crescents from the exploding sensation when he flicked his tongue over the erected bud, licking and sucking. It was like Benny had you under his spell. Your hips started to grind onto him, wanting more, more and more.
Your hands made their way down, stroking his hard cock over his boxer, electing a groan from him. âOh, baby,â he said huskily. âYâre so beautiful.â
The words set your skin aflame. âI want you so bad, Benny.â You whispered and slid your hand under the fabric, skin meeting skin. It was like something within Benny snapped, because before you knew it, his boxers were off and he dragged you forward, so you were grinding on him directly. The only boundary between you were your panties.Â
âYâhave no idea how bad I want you.â he replied and snaked his hand between the two of you. A desperate moan left you as he stroked your throbbing clit through your panties and you bucked your hips at him.Â
âYâready, baby?âÂ
âPlease!â You begged, feeling like you were about to jump out of your skin. He skillfully moved your panties to the side, not wanting to waste any more time to get them off, and dragged his fingers along your wetness. You were definitely ready.
Benny replaced his fingers with his cock, feeling the tip of him pressing against your entrance. You lifted your hips and looked at him. His intense gaze locking you in as you slowly sank down.
His brows furrowed as you sank lower, reveling in the sensation. Your eyes fluttered close as a wave of pleasure washed over you.Â
âEyes on me.â He breathed, guiding you up and then down again. A desperate moan bubbled out of your throat as you started to ride him, while trying to hold his gaze, but he felt so good that you couldnât help but let them close for a second.
You jumped a bit when you felt Bennyâs broad palm firmly grabbing your jaw. âI said, eyes on me.â He repeated and somehow his voice got even lower. A burst of pleasure flooded you at the dominance in his voice. Snapping your attention completely to him.Â
Numbly you nodded at him and started to move your hips, your hands found their way on his shoulders for leverage. You shuddered when you felt his hands move down your waist, resting them there and supporting you as you kept rolling your hips, feeling him in all the right spots.Â
The sounds of slapping skin and moans filled the room as you upped your pace. You felt his grip tightening, guiding you down on him with every buck of your hips. Pushing all the way in and out. All the while, while holding his gaze. Blue, lustful eyes held you under his spell, feeling like he could look right into your soul.Â
And the noises he made.. they almost felt sinful. Youâve shared the bed with men before, but most of them werenât that vocal, but Benny on the other hand.. He didnât hold back the grunts and moans as you rode him so deliciously. Only that couldâve send you over the edge.
Slowly your legs started to tremble, both from pleasure and exertion. You moved your hands back to his neck, grabbing his hair at the base and leaned forward, your lips ghosting over his ear. âYou fuck me so good, Bennyâ you said and emphasized your words with pressing your lips at the curve where his neck met his shoulder. Benny cursed at your words and the way your lips felt, feeling you suck his skin.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest, relieving some pressure from your straining legs and started to take over the pace. You held him tight and couldnât stop the moans and pleas leaving your lips as he started to pound into you at a feral pace. Benny fucked you so good, it made your toes curl.
The new position electing even more pleasure from you. With every thrust his pubic bone met your clit, making pleasure pound through your veins. It didnât take you long at all and just before you came, Benny pulled your head back, so he could look at you.
You really tried your best to keep your eyes open, but when your orgasm washed over you, you couldnât help but close them. Reveling in the intense sensations as you threw your head back and moaned out his name in ecstasy.Â
His grip returned to your waist, thrusting through your orgasm and with a few strokes he grunted out your name. Your eyes snapped open and you were just in time to witness how his face displayed his own pleasure. His jaw unclenched, mouth open and his sweat-covered brows bunching together. Feeling how his nails dug into your skin, which you could swear would leave some marks later on, but you couldnât care less, and lifted you up, pulling out just in time before he came.Â
Your whole body tingled and you let out a satisfied hum. Bennyâs attention was back on you, and you watched how your sex-drunk smile was mirrored onto his face.Â
A comfortable silence stretched between you. Benny reached out and tucked a string of hair behind your ear. The gentle gesture made you shiver.
âWhat yâre doinâ this weekend, sweetheart?â Benny broke the silence and licked his lips. The question was so casual, almost making you forget you were on his lap, naked and sticky with cum and sweat.Â
âActually, I have the weekend off. So Iâm free.â
âGood,â he started and let his eyes roam over you again, before continueing. âYâwanna spend it with me? Let me take you for ânother ride?â
A smile tugged at your lips, leaning forward. âI like that, Benny.â You whispered and pressed a kiss to his lips. âI like that a lot.â
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Can I make a request for dilf!JakexFemale! Omatikaya!reader?
While Neytiri is out hunting with the kids, jake makes his way to readers hut. And letâs just say reader is shorter than Neytiri so size kinkkkkđ€
Guilty Pleasure
MDNI!đ
Pairing: Dilf!Jake!Sully x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader
Warnings/content: SMUT, jake cheating(sorry Neytiri), size kink, stalking/obsessing, some roughness/power over reader, oral/face sitting (Jake being a pussy eating king), p in v, cream pie, dirty talk, a sprinkle of angst at the end
W/c: 3.2k (holy shit-)
A/n: thank you for this request anon!!đ I am a SUCKERRRR for dilf Jake! I got a lil carried away heheh but I hope yâall enjoy this! Comments, likes, and reblogs are SO appreciated! Muah đ
âWe will see you later, maâJake,â Neytiri sweetly said while motioning for the kids to go out of the hut, holding up the flap of fabric for them to walk by. Neteyam and Loâak went first, throwing a hand up and bidding a short âBye, dad,â with their bows in hand.
âCome with us daddd!â Tuk whined and ran up and clung to his side. He chuckled at her.
âIâd love to, kiddo, but I gotta take care of something. Ya know, all my boring adult responsibilities,â He smiled gently.
She frowned up at him but had no choice but to accept he wasnât coming.
âBring me back a big âangtsĂŹk(hammerhead titanothere)!â He joked while bending over and ruffling her short braids in an attempt to cheer her up. She giggled at his absurd request and ran off to catch up with Loâak and Neteyam.
Kiri came moping out and rolling her eyes like usual, she was not excited that she was being forced to go hunt with them. It just wasnât her thing. She gave Jake a quick âByeâ and walked out without looking at him.
âI love you too!â He laughed, âYouâll do great!â He cupped his mouth and shouted to her. She looked over her shoulder and couldnât suppress her small little grin of amusement. She pretty much always blatantly disrespected him but he loved her to death.
Neytiri smiled one last time at him before ducking under the flap, following her kids to go off to their hunt.
Jakeâs smile faded from his face once they were out of sight.
He had a lovely wife and an amazing familyâeverything he could ever want and dream for. But unfortunately for him, his heart yearned for someone else. Someone who occupied his thoughts day-in and day-out, consuming his entire being.
He started to resent you for how bad he wanted you. But how could he blame you? Youâve done nothing. Nothing but just be utterly and effortlessly perfect. He felt like you casted a spell on him, damning him to be desperate for you. You were quite the sight to see; young and beautiful in all your glory. He could worship your body all dayâ the stunning curves of your hips and the rounding of your breasts. You were short in stature, not tawtute short but very much on the short side for a naâvi girl. But that just made Jake be drawn to you even more. During his endless daydreams involving you, he would have some particular thoughts of you. Images flooded his mind of getting to manhandle you around. He was bulkier than the average naâvi due to the combination of his human DNA, so he had no doubt in his mind he could toss you around effortlessly in several different positions. He also inevitably thought about how much tighter your smaller pussy probably was. And fuck, it wasnât just your stunning appearanceâ it was also the way you were so damn sweet and compassionate to others. You never did anything wrong, it was like you really were perfect.
He longed to touch you and pleasure you, he would die a happy man if he could just watch you cum for him. It wasnât even that he wanted the pleasure for himself, more than anything he wanted to pleasure you. So many scenarios have ran through his mind of imagining how your pretty face would scrunch up as an orgasm wracked through your petite body. He felt like he was loosing his mind, he hasnât had this many vulgar, horny thoughts constantly since he was probably 17. It was like you made him young again. He wanted to show you how good he could make you feel. After all, he was experienced. Whether it was keeping Neytiriâs needs satisfied or previous lessons from his sexual partners back on earth, heâs learned a thing or two over time. He wondered if youâve let any of the omatikaya boys fuck you. He hoped not, but he was sure they were all throwing themselves at your feet. I mean who the hell wouldnât?
Jake had been stalking you for quite some time now. He pretty much had your daily schedule memorized and heâs even learned all your little mannerisms. Like how you looked down at the ground when you laughed, or how you quietly hummed to yourself when you were weaving. Sometimes throughout the day you would make eye contact when passing by each other. He noticed you would give him a little smile. It was like you knew you were torturing him.
But watching you from a distance and stalking you wasnât cutting the mustard anymore for him. Sure, it satisfied the itch at first but it left him only wanting more. And stroking his cock to you felt good, but not as good as your soft, dainty hand would feel doing it.
He knew Neytiri was taking the kids hunting today to let them practice. And at this time of day, you were usually in your hut. He decided there wouldnât be a more perfect time than now to approach you. He couldnât let this keep eating him alive, he had to do something about it. So, he gathered up the courage to start his way over to you.
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You were in your hut, cooling off a little. It was a hot, sunny day in Pandora and you always take a midday break around this time. Right before you were going to sit down, you seen a figure in your peripheral vision. It was⊠Jake?
âJake.. I-I wasnât expecting to see you here,â you stuttered and shifted to face him respectfully, caught off guard by your leader entering your hut. âIs something wrong?â
He stood confidently, almost like he owned the placeâ I mean he was the Oloâeyktan. Which was why you felt concerned and surprised to see him, surely it must be something important if he took the time to come here.
He surveyed you as you stuttered and slightly fidgeted with a hint of amusement in his eyes. His piercing gaze burned right through you, making you feel small and embarrassed. But he was the one coming into your home, so why were your cheeks heating up in embarrassment?
He finally broke the silence and breathed out a sigh. âYeah, Iâm afraid something is wrong,â he spoke with that low, sultry voice of his and once again burned holes into you with his eyes. He took slow steps towards you, casually.
Your heart dropped to your stomach and the blood left your face. âW-What is it? Iâm sorry if Iâve done something wrong, sir-â
âDonât play dumb and innocent. You know exactly what it is.â He cut you off sharply.
You were taken aback, eyes widening in offense. âExcuse me?â You scoffed.
He kept inching closer and closer to you and you backed up in return, scowling at him. But unfortunately you backed up against the wall, having no more room to back up.
He was eyeing you down fiercely, power and authority exuding from his aura. But you werenât a pushover, and you gave it your best effort at holding his eyes and not cowering.
He swiftly grabbed your wrist and shoved your hand on his hard erection covered by his loincloth. You gasped, once more taken aback.
âUnderstand?â He quipped.
You snatched your hand back and hissed at him. You were unable to form any words, so shocked at this predicament. Your scowl deepened and your breathing picked up, feeling the intensity in the atmosphere.
He let out a single chuckle of disbelief and shook his head.
âYou do this to me. Itâs your faultâ he snapped, âYouâve been torturing me night and day and you know itâ he accused with his pointer finger in your face.
Your mouth dropped a little, eyebrows scrunched in anger. âWhat?? Iâve done nothing! Youâre fucking crazy!â
âYou are such a little brat. Sounds like you need that attitude fucked out of you,â
You couldnât help the coil that twisted in your stomach to his words. The obscenity of them made your body react with a mind of its own. Slick trickled out of your hole, making a little wet patch in your cloth.
His nose twitched and he grinned menacingly at your new smell of arousal. âIs that right? The lilâ slut needs her pussy stuffed with cock?â
Your cheeks heated up, making a purplish color on your face. You were losing this battle quickly. You blamed your body for betraying you so shamefully.
âFuck you!â You finally said. It was your last attempt at trying to get the upper hand.
âYeah,â he laughed, âThatâs the plan.â
You scoffed again, still trying to make it seem like he was crazy and you didnât want this. But in reality, you donât think anything has ever piqued your interest more.
He put his fingers inside the band of your loincloth, tickling the soft area below your belly. Your heart thudded hard inside your chest and more waves of arousal coursed through you.
He slowly and lightly teased the area, making your breath hitch slightly.
âNot stopping me, I see,â he quietly mocked.
Your let your eyes fall to his chest which was right in front of you. You didnât want to see the smug grin on his face.
âNow what if I touch your little pussy? Is she gonna blow your cover?â He taunted some more. You swallowed roughly as his fingers traced further and further down into your cloth until he got to your soaked cunt.
He ran a finger up your slit, eyes dilating as he basked in the incredible feeling of your slick pussy. Your legs parted on their own, giving him easier access and you whined softly, leaning your head back against the wall.
âFuckâŠâ he breathed out, seemingly losing his control.
Your half lidded eyes met his again as he ran his fingers through your folds. You knew you were at the point of no return.
âPlease..â you mewled quietly.
Trying to regain control of the situation, he straightened up and cleared his throat, still continuing his touching. âOh so the brat has manners now?â
âMhmmâ you hummed shamelessly, pride be damned.
He licked his lips and looked down at your pretty lips, just waiting to be kissed. But he had other things in mind.
He yanked down your loincloth and it fell to your ankles then you kicked it aside. Then suddenly he knelt down and hitched one of your legs over his muscular shoulder, much to your surprise. You gasped hard at the first stroke of his tongue on your pussy lips.
âOh!â You cried
You grabbed his dreads for support because your knees already felt weak. Looking down at him, the sight was purely sinful. He lapped, licked, sucked, and kissed all over your cunt, slurping up all your juices and making a complete mess on his face. He hummed and moaned on it, creating vibrations which elevated your pleasure.
He pulled back only for a second, your juices falling down his chin and painting his blue skin with white and clear shimmer. âYou taste so fucking sweet, even better than I imagined,â he groaned in near disbelief. Then he continued working his mouth on your pussy.
You felt so good, feeling the most ecstasy youâve ever felt. Youâve had a few partners and of course masturbate when needed but nothing and nobody has ever felt like this. He knew exactly where to go and how much pressure to apply and suck at.
He stuck a finger in your hole while he continued lapping on your clit. You moaned and fought to keep yourself standing up. He caught onto your struggle and swiftly moved to reposition you both. He laid himself back against the ground and had his hands hooked around you, bringing you down with him to then plop you right on his face.
Sitting on his face was much more comfortable and you tried to hold yourself up to hover some, but he grabbed your ass and pushed all your weight down on him. You switched between watching him do his thing and throwing your head back, closing your eyes and welcoming all the sensations. All his sounds were muffled but looking behind you and seeing his still rock hard erection and watching his feet curl and his legs dance around told you that he was very much enjoying himself.
You knew your orgasm was about to come. The pleasure was coming to a peak and you relaxed and let it happen. You came with a loud and drawn out moan, thighs shaking from the intensity. His humming got louder as he licked up all your essence, drawing out your high but letting off before you got overstimulated.
You rose off and scooted back a little to sit on his chest, looking down at his absolutely soaked face.
âHoly fuck,â you breathed out roughly, trying to catch your breath, âyou didnât tell me you were a pussy eating expertâ
He chuckled with that deep voice of his, making your pussy flutter. âYou thought the old man wouldnât know how to eat pussy? Baby girl I am very experienced,â he winked.
You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, trying not to smile. Before letting you fully catch your breath, he sat up and effortlessly carried you with him, you were like a little rag doll in his huge, bulky arms. He hung you over one of his shoulders, ass up in the air. He smacked it and you let out a little yelp of surprise and smacked his back in return.
âYou are so tiny, ya know that?â
You rolled your eyes once again. âYes, everyone loves telling me how short I amâ you complained.
âMhmm well I think itâs hot as fuckâ
He set you down on the table and you were facing him, legs spread out and pussy on full display. His eyes drank in the sight of your most intimate part, being fully captivated by you. You then took the reigns and slipped off your skimpy top, leaving him even more speechless. You smirked in satisfaction at how pussy whipped he was already.
He didnât fail to notice your shit-eating grin and quiet laugh. âOh yeah? You wonât be laughing much longer,â he threatened while untying the strings of his loincloth, letting it fall to the floor.
And it did in fact shut you up. He was huge. Your jaw hung low like an idiot and he laughed at you.
âYouâre not that big. Iâve had bigger.â You lied, trying to sound confident.
He narrowed his eyes and felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of someone else getting to fuck you. âThat so? Well then you should have no problem taking me,â he taunted.
You were nervous about how it would hurt but you put on a brave face. You spread your legs wider and gave him doe eyes as an invitation to go ahead.
His bigger body hovered over your small frame as he positioned his cock at your entrance. He teased your folds and your opening, making you buck your hips up in an effort to get him inside of you. His cockhead breached into your hole and you gasped in unison. He was so thick and girthy, the stretch against your walls was one youâve never experienced this intensely.
He sank in deeper, thrusting a little to help break it in. You winced and moaned but stayed relaxed and let him keep going. He finally bottomed out. Then pulled back and started thrusting.
Your eyes widened and your jaw fell slack. The drag against your walls and the pressure his dick provided on your cervix made you nearly see stars, clouding your vision in a bit of a haze.
âMmmm!! âs so good!â You slurred drunkenly, choking on your moans and cries.
He grunted and moaned above you, keeping a steady rhythm as his balls slapped against your ass.
âHoly shitâ he gritted between his teeth, slightly baring them at you while he got caught up in the passion. He squeezed his eyes shut and his head slumped down, hanging from between his shoulders. âYouâre gonna make me cum too quickâ he panted.
You moaned in response, loving how you were breaking him. He cupped both your tits and gave them a squeeze, edging both of you on more.
âMore!! Please!â You didnât really know what you were asking for but he seemed to know right away.
He pulled out quickly and swiftly flipped you over, pulling you from the hips to scooch your ass up against him. He entered you again easily and plunged all the way in making you moan loudly.
âCum on this dick, baby,â he grunted as he then started a fast and hard pace, increasing it from the previous pace.
His dick was now reaching so far up into you and satisfying all your sweet spots. He was fucking into you like a bunny in heat, hiking up one of his legs and placing his foot on the table to have a better grasp on you and a better angle to fuck you.
âFuckkkk!â You screamed, getting your cervix pounding into over and over again. You felt your walls convulsing around him and knew you were getting close.
He pushed your head down into the table, his enormous hand pretty much engulfing the entire size of your head. Your hair fell around your face and was scattered in a complete mess.
âShit baby, youâre close, huh?â He groaned.
âYesss! Donât fucking stop!â You begged and whimpered.
And then you felt your coil snap. The waves of sweet release spread throughout your whole body. Your pussyâs grip on his dick tightened, making him cum right after you.
âNghh- gonna fill you upâ he moaned while still bringing your ass back to meet his hips, slowing down and milking out both your orgasms. His hot cum spurted into your womb, filling you up just like he said.
He finally stopped his slow thrusts and pulled out gently making you whine as you felt some of his cum seep out.
He stepped back to admire his work, taking a mental screenshot of your cream pied cunt. He used his thumb to gather what had dripped and pushed it back into you.
âYour pussy looks best with my cum in it,â he admired.
You rolled over to your side, completely exhausted. You looked at him expectantly, wanting him to lay with you now.
He got your message by the look in your face. âIâm sorry baby but I gotta leave now. As much as Iâd rather be stuffed inside you, I gotta get back to my place before my-â he paused, looking physically pained, âbefore my family gets back home.â
Of course, you thought to yourself, how the fuck could you forget? Guiltiness flooded your heart, making it physically ache for his wife and kids. You felt terrible. You never liked a homewrecker and now you were a complete hypocrite and felt like a whore.
âYes, o-of course⊠Iâm sorry,â you offered weakly.
He weakly smiled as a response, pain still in his eyes as the post-nut clarity washed over him and guiltiness attacked his conscious as well.
âIâll see you later, y/n.â And with that he left your hut.
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