#Low Toe Pointed Pumps

[screampied]

Pls write a Toji fic where at any point he says he fucking loves your pussy 😞 Toji’s dirty talk is just different

toji being obsessed with your pussy ★

cw. fem! reader, brief p in v, degradation, spıt, ōral (f! receiving), overstim, hair pulling, mdni.

it was no secret— toji fushiguro was a nasty man,

the nastiest. especially whenever it came to being propped up between your legs. whether it’s giving you ruthless thrusts to where your toes are all curled up and numb, or . . he’s shoved face first right between your plush thighs. it was hard to differentiate whether his slick mouth or his dick in general was the nastiest of the two. currently, he’d have you sprawled out on the bed. your ankles instinctively lock against his slim waist as he’s pounding into you again and again. “shit, ‘m gonna fill you up again, baby,” he’d groan, grabbing ahold of one of your legs. it dangles as you’re just being fucked stupid. the most doltish expression marinated against your face before he brings your ankle up to his mouth to give it a teasing kiss. “mhm, always know how to take me everytime. wet girl, ‘s fuckin’ sloppy just for me.”

“t- tojiiii,” you’d whine out in pathetic babbles.

due to his thick size and even thicker girth, the stomach seizing that churns all throughout your lower abdomen comes so easily that you’re panting.

hot, parching breaths of airy air aerates out of your sheeny parted lips before he’s balls deep. you’re clenching down onto him tight, gripping him with all your might like a vice and he sucks his teeth from the addictive rapture. leafy, cunning eyes of his stare into you and a hand of his gingerly wraps around your throat. “fuck, f-fuuuck. inside, ‘toj. i can’t take it.”

“course ya can,” he snickers, grinding his beefy body against yours before he sneaks a kiss against your trembling lips. the strong taste of alcohol resides on his tongue and you moan before he precipitously pulls away. “hold onto my arms, sweet girl. ‘s gonna get a bit messy, heh.”

as he continues to mercilessly drill into you—he lets off a four second groan. it’s so low that you can hear the baritone growl from underneath it. it’s sexy. you stare up at him with glossy eyes, the way he elongates the single syllable in such a gruff tone.

it makes you throb, toji’s head throws itself back as he’s starting to flood your womb with such goopy amounts of his cum. it trickles into you in ropes, satiny rich ropes that leave you feeling entirely fulfilled.

fulfilled in a filthy way though,

“. . goddamn,” he huffs as his chest steadily raises in and out. your shaky legs still envelop around his slim waist as he’s pumping you full of cock. the vicious wet squelches that came out of your own cunt was so lewd, he never wants the noise to stop. “such a messy girl. mhmm,” and he slowly pulls his pulsating dick out. gradually, he’s purposely taking his time and smirking at your little irritated whimper. devastatingly enough, your gaping entrance now feels completely empty once he’s not inside of you anymore. all you feel was the freshly soaked viscous wads of seed shoved all inside of your walls. still gushing, he leans down and brings his face right up against your legs. “mine.” he purrs, poking out a single thumb to spread your puffed, swollen lips open. toji happily gawks at the mess he created, you’re still trying to catch your own breath as you’re slumped back against the cushioned bed frame.

it’s so sticky—he flicks his tongue near the right side of his mouth. it swipes against his inclined scar and you can hear his breathy chortle right between your legs.

you knew what that meant,

he wanted more, he was still hungry and he was gonna clean you right up—after all, toji didn’t like putting things to waste. especially if that ‘thing’ was nothing more than his precious cum.

“f- fuck, toji,” you moan, your hips wriggling a bit as he pries your legs apart from each other. as he moves you a bit, you wreathe from his weight thwacking against you. with the way his cum droops out of your fluttering entrance.

oh, it was such a sight to see.

a fat thumb of his goads toward your dampened, oozing slit before he gives your sloppy pussy a single kiss. toji doesn’t even flinch at the taste of himself now starting to go against his tongue.

it’s bitter anyway—barely with a taste to it but with a concoction of your sweet arousal, it tasted appetizing,

you tasted appetizing.

“you’re s-so nasty.” you puff, tugging ahold of his ravened strands. he’s always loved whenever you did that. as he’s still swaying his hips against you, you take it upon yourself to comb a few curling fingers into his rumpled hair. toji simpers, showing you nothing but a sly, hungry gaze. “t- toji, mhm.”

“yeah, girl. duh, nasty just for you though,” he whispers against your pussy. his breath was warm, feverish even. with each movement he moves closer, lolling out his tongue to get a good enough taste, you’re throbbing right in his mouth. your back naturally arches and he hums, slurping in your syrupy fervor. “fuckin’ love this pussy, ‘s sweet. sweet ‘n sloppy. listen to how she tries to give me little back talk, baby.”

and you grow mute—feeling him purse his lips, moving away to only then bring a big hand towards your slick opening. as you’re convulsing time and time again, he slithers two thickset fingers inside of your entrance and you whine. another hand of his starts to give your cunt a few rude spanks. you jolt back, moaning with your exposed breasts harmonizing with your unsteady movements. “ooh,” he snarls, hearing the slosh. it’s so wet, a few spurts of your juices even lands directly underneath his chin. he licks it with his tongue before giving it another spank, and another, and another.

swatting a palm repeatedly against your pussy, you’re continuing to drag and scrape his face closer between your thighs. “like that, huh. fuckin’ messy girl,” and he spanks it again before blowing against it. “my messy girl. my messy pussy.”

and toji starts to make out with your cunt. literally french kisses against it with tongue—his lengthy dark lashes close shut before he latches his lips against your swollen walls, feeling your body twitch in response. “heh,” he exhales deeply before departing his spit-coated lips away. his scar tickling against your entrance and another whine dies out of your throat. “keep this up ‘n ‘m gonna propose to this sloppy cunt, right princess?”

and he’s not even talking to you anymore, nor is he looking at you—he’s talking to your pussy, as if it, could reply.

“exactly,” he jibes, gifting you a final mean spank against your folds before flipping you over. you gasp once he pulls your hips against him. a hand of his squeezes a fat chunk of your ass before he spanks it. the recoil of your ass makes him groan. “mhm, not done though. gimme that arch again baby, bend against me. gonna take my time with you, messy girl.”

[jiminscockr1ng]

✩｡°𝄞📹 COVERGIRL 𝄞°✨｡✩

╝ one-shot ╔

╰₊ 𓂂➢ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

╰₊ 𓂂➢ genre: idol x model au, smut

╰₊ 𓂂➢ warn!ngs: unprotected sex, cumming inside, back shots, orgasm denial (kind of), oral !female receiving, slight pain (in beginning), big dick!jungkook, (let me know if there’s more please!)

╰₊ 𓂂➢ summary: you are the cover girl for jungkook’s upcoming clothing line, JJK. said man, just can’t keep his eyes off of you as you model his designs.

╰₊ 𓂂➢ word count: 3.7k

You almost break your fucking neck trying to pose in the six inch pumps you have on—

in front of all of these cameras, in front of all of these people, in front of him. But of course, like the boss ass, talented, flawless model you are, you stay on your ten toes. Falling into another pristine pose matter of fact.

The photographers take their photos of you and the staff on the sides of the room doesn’t shy away from shouting praises at you. You slickly slide your hands into the back pockets of the denim miniskirt that barely covered the curve of your round ass. Back facing the camera, as you turned your upper body to eye it.

A large quantity of “ooh’s” and “aah’s” echoes through the brightly lit room once everyone gets a glimpse of your immaculate figure.

Your eyes couldn’t help but fall on the built individual standing low-key in the corner. He’s been eying you for the past half hour since you stepped out of the dressing room with this outfit. Truth be told, this man has been staring you down since you took his place in front of the cameras. He’s only now mentally undressing you. (not that your current outfit left much to the imagination).

You’re sporting a black tie that hangs over the skimpy white laced bra that’s clutched your chest, hanging on for dear life. On your feet are a pair of plain black pumps and of course— the main piece.

That denim miniskirt you’re wearing. ‘JJK’ initials embroidered on the back pockets, the sides are laced together with black ribbon, and it’s just long enough to walk in— short enough to the point you’d be flashing someone if you bent over the slightest bit.

If he could suck his own dick for making such a masterpiece, he would. But Jungkook would much rather you do it instead, because damn… did you look absolutely heaven sent. ‘Second to none,’ he thought as he watched you from the corner of the room.

Jungkook knew that choosing you as the covergirl for his new line was the perfect idea. He fought for it, fought for you. Having a black woman as the cover model of the Jeon Jungkook’s brand new fashion line wasn’t something the board wanted to approve.

Other than the fact you are black, you’re a fairly new up and coming model, leaving you very little experience. Jungkook discovered your instagram account just a few months before he completed his line. At first glance he knew you were something special. Different from all of the slim, long legged, fair skinned Korean women his team had continuously suggested. There was absolutely nothing wrong with those women— at all.

But Jungkook was looking for something else, something new, fresh, something natural. As an idol, he naturally falls into a clean, pure and innocent category. Despite being a grown ass man. Jungkook desperately is clawing to get out of that box. He wanted to prove it and expose the mature side of him through this fashion line. So no, Jungkook didn’t want a put together woman, or a pretty princess, or even a grunge queen. He wanted a natural sex symbol.

The perfectionist that Jungkook is, he never fails to second guess all of his actions and choices. But you, no— he knew that he needed you.

Needed you to wear his designs, needed you to be his covergirl, needed you all up in his face… amongst other things.

To which you were more than excited to do. Like, be serious! It’s Jeon Jungkook. The man with the mouth watering sleeve of tattoos, toe curling wavy mullet, the gut turning physique.

When his team reached out to you, you were more than ecstatic. You wondered how god had seemingly blessed you with the opportunity to model for the a-list idol.

You’re a huge fan of Jungkook’s music, listening to his panty dropping vocals daily. So the fact that you’re actually modeling for him and the fact that he’s currently staring you down like he wants you to be his last meal has you shaking in your six inch pumps. The unwavering tension between the two of you goes unnoticed by the others in the room.

But the way your smooth brown thighs clenches together definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook… neither does the way Jungkook is holding that clip board over his crotch go unnoticed for you.

Shit. You desperately needed for someone to just—

“That’s a wrap!” You hear someone yell and you let out a sigh of relief. Quickly bowing and spreading “thank you’s” to the staff that approached to compliment you.

You make your way back into your dressing room in the back of the studio. First thing you do is take off the tight tie around your neck, then the pumps off of your feet, exhaling in relief when your feet meet the ground.

There’s still an uncomfortable feeling in between the thick of your thighs. Damn, he really got you all worked up… more than you had realized it seems. You slip the soaked laced thong that matches your white laced bra down your legs and it gets flung into the waste bin. Leaving you naked under the famous miniskirt you still have on.

You distract yourself with the gorgeous sight you see in the mirror, then a light knocking hits your door. Before you could even say “come in,” in walks the finest man you have ever laid eyes on… and the reason why your favorite laced thong is in the trash.

“Hey,” he whispers to which you slightly raise a brow. Because yes, he’s fine as hell but at the same time, who told him he could enter? “Sorry for barging in. I didn’t want anyone to see me near your dressing room.” You nod your head understandingly. That would be a nightmare if anyone saw the two of you interacting and decided to go yapping about it.

Which is why this just so happens to be you and Jungkook’s first interaction. How low of you to get turned on before a proper conversation.

“Then again, I couldn’t leave without speaking to you first.” He smiled softly at you, part of his cute bunny toothed smile beamed in your eyes and the butterflies in your stomach start doing flips.

You return the smile. “Yeah, I guess that would be a bit odd. Ya know, since I’m your covergirl or whatever.” He’s intrigued by your wording. Of course, you are his cover girl, Jungkook knows that. But the way you said it just now sounded so fucking sexy to Jungkook.

“My covergirl?” He sing as he leans his shoulder on the wall. Nodding your head, butt pressed against the vanity behind you— confidently. Because the sexual tension between the two of you couldn’t even be cut by a knife. “Yeah, that’s usually what people call it. I think it’s funny how this is my first time speaking to my employer. Scared of me?” You test. Jungkook’s eyebrows flick up at your ‘sass’.

“Your employer?” You actually let out a little chuckle this time. “Are you gonna keep repeating everything I say?” You sarcastically ask before slickly eying him up and down. The white, short sleeved crew neck he has clinging onto all of his muscles and the exposure of his tatted right arm has tears rolling down your thighs. And the black cargo pants that are swallowing his tiny waste makes you bite your bottom lip. But we must stay focused!

“No, just a little intrigued.” He says, pushing himself off of the wall. “And no. I’m not scared of you. Just figured I’d keep my distance.” He trails off his sentence as you boost yourself up to sit on the white vanity behind you. The miniskirt rides up your thighs even more (if that’s even possible), your thighs press against the vanity top makes them look even more attractive and edible to the man standing in front of you— he almost forgets why he came in here in the first place.

“Why’d you figure that?” You tilt your head to the side innocently. But absolutely nothing is innocent about it. You are purposely teasing him— in attempts to seduce him. See if the good boy, ‘youngest’ is as good as people say he is.

Ask and you shall receive, because Jungkook is once again picturing you without that skimpy laced bra and with your legs wide open. The thought has him hard as a rock underneath his baggy cargo pants.

“Wanted to keep things professional.” He forces out. The underlying message doesn’t go over your head but you choose to ignore it. “So what are you doing here now?” With that, Jungkook lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Stepping away from the wall, he makes his way closer to the large white vanity you’re sitting on.

“I just wanted to compliment you on the amazing performance you did today. Everything went smoothly and it’s been a great week.” He says genuinely and you gladly take the compliment, letting out a small “thank you”— to which he battles.

“No, thank you. You really made this whole thing come to life so really, thank you.” You smile from ear to ear at his sincerity, feeling overwhelmingly gratified and proud… and still wet.

“Well your designs are amazing so you should have majority of the credit— by the way, can I keep this!” Asking, pointing to the miniskirt that hugs your hips. Jungkook’s tongue slides out of his mouth, wetting his lips, slightly playing with his lip ring.

“Of course, it’s all yours. Can’t think of anyone who’d wear it better than you do anyways.” He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. He didn’t even mean to flirt he just said what he was thinking and it remains true. You are the sexiest woman Jungkook has laid eyes on. And if he doesn’t get out of this dressing room right now, his balls might explode.

But in the midst of the internal war Jungkook’s facing, you hum. “Is that why you kept staring at me all day? At first I thought you regretted your decision.” You say and before you could continue your overly sarcastic remarks he interrupts with the rapid shaking of his head.

“I could never regret choosing you.” Your heart dropped to your ass at his words and you’re scared if you move the wrong way the arousal between your thighs (that has been lathered onto the vanity) may drip onto the floor. Without saying much else, he doesn’t let his nerves stop him from stepping closer to you— nearly in between your legs.

He places his hand beside yours that rests on top of the vanity. Slowly his hand intertwines with yours. His touch so soft; the hair on your neck stands tall. His eyes glazing over your plumped lips, layered in lip gloss that shined under the light

“You’re perfect,” is the last thing he says before his lips slowly meet yours.

You could hear angles singing from close range as you finally snag the taste of his lips. His lip ring tickles your lip, sending a shiver down your spine. A soft moan escapes your mouth and Jungkook feels like he just won the lottery.

His tatted hand glides up your thigh, basking in the feeling of your soft brown skin under his touch. He gently caress your naked thighs, spreading them apart to properly stand in between them.

You let out a little huff as you feel him licking and leaving open mouth kisses against your jawline. “From the first moment I laid eyes on you,” he says in between kisses and you feel his breath on your neck, making your clit pulse. “I knew you were perfect.”

You pull your lips away to look at him. The heavy breathing fills the dressing room as the two of you look into each other’s eyes, the similar look of need in both of your eyes.

You slide your hands up Jungkook’s torso, to his broad shoulders, resting them on his neck. Pulling him down closer to you, you say, “Touch me.”

Which was all Jungkook needed to hear before attacking your lips again, your hand wrapped around his shoulders as you slightly grind into his clothed member. You could feel the bulge through his pants, exciting you even more.

“Oh my god— Jungkook.” You whine when he bites at your neck. His hands move to your chest, caressing your boobs through the fabric of the bra you still had on. Until he unfastens it, sliding the bra down your arms with your help.

His hands worry themselves with the feel of your tits again fitting perfectly under his hold. You bite your bottom lip to hold back the moans from the sensitivity of his fingers pinching your nipples. Within seconds his hands are replaced with his mouth and he sucks and nibbles on your nipples.

Your hips grind faster against his hard-on. “Jungkook, I need you.” You whimper impatiently. He removes his mouth from your chest, giving you a quick peck on the lips before smirking down at you which takes you for a whirl. Taking a step back he looks down in between the close proximity of you two.

He spreads your thighs father apart to reach down under your miniskirt to find your bare pussy wetter than the Caribbean Sea.

“No panties— are you nuts?” He exclaims with the raise of his eyebrows. “If I would’ve known I was talking to you like this I would’ve bent you over this fucking vanity once I walked in.” He sexily groans against your swollen lips. The heat between your bodies are making you even more needy than usual.

The two of you share breaths as your lips hover over the other’s. You gasp heavily into his mouth as his finger drags down your slippery slit.

He lets out a low groan at the feeling of your slickness and the feeling of his dick growing harder inside of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. Making matters worse, you remove your hand from his shoulder to grip the thick bulge between his legs, almost flinching at the size of it. You look up at him with that needy look you have in your eyes that’s driving him up a wall.

“Then do it,” pulling him down to lick up his sharp jawline. “Bend me over and fuck me good.” You whisper into his ear.

Jungkook snaps, he pulls you off of the vanity, pulling you closer to him to taste the sweet taste of your lip gloss again. The kiss is cut short when he spins you around to bend you over the white vanity top, true to his word.

You let out a high pitched gasp as your bare chest hits the vanity top. He stands over your form, hands caressing your thighs, slowly moving up to your plump ass. His hand smacking against your ass echoes throughout the room and Jungkook’s dick twitches at the sight of your ass jiggling.

“So fucking pretty.” He says before crouching down, face all in your cookie. He bites his lips as you spread your legs further apart, desperate for his mouth.

Again, he drags his thumb down your slit and you let out load moan of pleasure from the sensation of his touch. Your hand quickly covers your mouth. “You have to be quiet princess.” The words smoothly passed through his mouth like butter making your knees weak. However, they actually buckle once you feel his tongue swipe through your slick. Your head lowers into your chest to try to keep your composure.

“Mmm,” he moans while licking through your folds, eating your cunt like it’s his favorite meal. “You taste so damn good.” He aggressively spreads your legs wider to attack your pussy with his mouth.

Your legs shake as you fee his tongue going in and out of your hole, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clit. The grip of his hand on your ass doesn’t let up as you squeeze your legs together around his head.

“R—right there! I’m gonna—” Your hole clenches around his tongue as you felt your stomach tightening. Just when you feel yourself releasing, he stops. He pulls away.

“What the fuck.” You curse in frustration. He leans his body over yours, gripping your hair to turn your head to the side. You let out a moan at his roughness.

“You’re too pretty to be cursing, princess.” He says against your lips before attacking them with a wet, sloppy kiss. You push your ass against his dick, needy from the absence of his tongue. You whimper against his mouth.

“You want me to fuck you bad, huh?” He teases, roughly brushing his bulge over your wet folds. He lets out a groan at the feeling. “Yes— mm! Fuck, yes Jungkook. I need your dick inside of me.” Jungkook places one last sloppy kiss on your lips, lets go of the grip on your hair and began unbuttoning his pants.

They instantly falls down to his ankles and he lowers his boxer briefs, letting them fall the his ankles as well, his dick smacking his stomach. You can’t see his length that he pumps in his hand behind you— but god, when he starts thrusting it in between your ass cheeks you can feel it.

It makes you nervous because you didn’t expect him to be so big. But you grow more aroused at the thought of him fucking you silly, wrecking your tight little pussy. He slowly rubs the tip of his dick over your folds, coating his dick with your arousal, layering over his pre-cum. “I hope you’re fine with me going in raw, didn’t really have me fucking you in mind before I came here today.” You nod your head faster than you ever did in your life.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Just p— put it in.” He chuckles at your impatience and without a second thought, he slowly thrusts himself inside of you. Both of your moans fill the room as his dick penetrates your tight hole. You let out a shaky breath as he pulls back, just for him to thrust inside of you again.

The pain of his length ripping through you has your head spinning. As he thrusts again, he bends down over your shaky body to leave a light kiss on your shoulder. “You okay?” He softly asks and you hesitantly nod your head with your eyes shut close. “Y— yeah, just getting used to it. I’m… fine.” With that, he softly leave a kiss on your cheek before lifting back up and thrusting into you again.

He whisper out curses as your tight pussy swallows his dick and he relishes the sight of it.

After a few more thrusts the pain subsides and it is quickly replaced with the feeling of pleasure. Jungkook, wraps his hand under you to caress your tit as he continues to plunge himself deeper into your sex.

“Faster p— please,” you whisper out and you couldn’t even brace yourself for the next thrust. His hard dick hits your spot and your knees give out on you. He holds your waist out with his hands as he continuously abuses your hole. Your bodies jerk forward with each thrust.

“Your pussy feels so good around my dick, _______.” He says and you let out another high moan— hitting notes you’ve never hit before. He roughly grabs your hair again, lifting you up to make your back arch. You can see the both of you through the mirror, you can see him fucking you dirty, the way his eyebrows furrow looking down at the way your cunt swallows his length, the sight gets you even more aroused— if that’s even possible.

He finally looks up at you through the mirror. He sends you a smirk before going absolutely feral. “Hold on for me, princess.” His grip on your hair tightens as he fiercely thrusts into you. Faster, deeper, harder, he is literally blowing your back out. Your eyes squeeze shut and loud screams escape your mouth. The hand gripping your hair quickly covers your mouth to block out the lewd sounds you let out.

You can feel the knot in your stomach tightening at the fast pace and the constant pounding on your cervix. The feeling grows with Jungkook wrap his free hand over your thigh to rub your clit as he sloppily thrusts into you.

“Cum for me baby.” He says lowly and out of breath as his pace quickens. Your moans are muffled into his hand while he penetrates your cunt and stimulates your clit. “Fuck,” he says as you cum around his length, your legs shaking as Jungkook reaches his high. The sounds of your juices lapping together fills the room and you feel Jungkook’s warm release flow inside of you.

The two of you breathe heavily as Jungkook’s dick rests inside of you. After Jungkook has gotten his composure back, he pulls out, watching as your cunt discharges his cum down your thighs. Quickly pulling his pants up and jogging over to the corner to grab a paper towel, he comes back to clean you with it.

Your body is still limp over the vanity as he does so. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.” He says. You lift up, standing on your own, pulling the miniskirt down over your ass. Shaking your head. “No,” you let out a little chuckle. “That was amazing.”

Your eyes sparkle as they look up at his. He’s almost hypnotized by them, he drops his head to yours, kissing your lips again, his hands on the small of your back. “You have no idea how long I’ve been holding back.” You giggle at him.

“How long?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand reaches your face, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he basks in your beauty and the feeling of your arms around him.

“Since the day I chose you as my COVERGIRL.”

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To the Anon that came into my inbox the other day and suggested that Boothill had vibrating fingers. I couldn't stop thinking about it. This one's for you baby cakes <3

cw. smut, fingering (fem receiving), boothill's vibrating fingers, squirting, smidge of oral at the end, female reader, MDNI

"Holy fudge" Boothill drawled.

His words were followed by a soft whistle as he cooed your name, the soft metallic whir in his voice causing a pleasant tingle to ripple down your spine. You shivered beneath him, blood simmering hotly beneath the cold press of his metal body as he hovered over you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he watched your pussy swallow two of his fingers with rapt attention.

The tips of your ears burned red hot at the way your drooling cunt slobbered filthy around his vibrating fingers, warmth curling in the pit of your stomach as he buried his fingers all the way to the knuckle inside of you. A salacious moan bubbled up your throat as your long lashes fluttered over your burning cheeks, eyes hooded by Boothill’s favoured hat as it was pulled low over your eyes. Your thighs trembled as long wisps of his hair tickled your bare skin, goosebumps erupting along your arms despite the searing heat of your flesh. The sweat soaked bedsheets clung to your clammy skin as you pulled the material taut between your fingers, nails threatening to rip holes as the knot in your stomach twisted tighter. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as Boothill massaged his fingers against your soused walls, your plush insides fluttering and pulsing as a third finger teased your sopping hole.

"Good girl" Boothill praised as he soothed his free hand along your hip, fingers digging into the soft pudge of your stomach as he watched your pussy struggle to take another one of his pulsing fingers. "Taking me so well, darl."

You could almost hear the neurons in his brain firing as the circuits in his inorganic body thrummed with energy, the pulsing of his fingers slowly intensifying as he poked and prodded your velvety walls until he found the blistering, gummy patch inside of you that made stars swirl in your vision. You shrieked loudly as a third finger pushed inside of you, a pleasant burn aching between your thighs as more slick dribbled from your pussy, translucent pearls staining the insides of your soft thighs as the beads of your arousal drizzled from your centre. You struggled to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth long enough to form a coherent sentence, your head feeling dizzy as you tried to keep your eyes uncrossed and prevent them from rolling into the back of your head from the sheer bliss. You swallowed the budding saliva in your mouth, tasting the desire in the back of your throat as your bruised lips parted around his name.

"Boothill…please" you softly begged.

Your poor, neglected clit twitched and ached for attention, the heat simmering in your belly stoked into fiercer flames as Boothill pumped his thick fingers inside of you, your slippery pussy making the slide so much easier as he abused your soft spots with the tips of his fingers. A grin pulled at his lips as he flashed his pointed teeth at you, his tongue peeking out between the seam of his lips as your voice graced his ears like a chime from a shimmering bell.

"Please what, darl? Come on, use your words, pretty girl."

You almost choked on your words as the vibration of his fingers were knocked a notch higher yet again. Your heart droned in your ears like the loud beat of a drum, your pussy squelching noisily as you threw your head back with a piercing cry, your back curved into a beautiful arch as your lungs pinched in your chest. Boothill couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face as he watched your chest heave with exertion, soft tits bouncing and nipples pebbling from overstimulation. He was well aware he was being just a tad bit mean to you. But he couldn’t help it that you made the cutest little noises when you were being teased. A constellation of tears clung to the edges of your lashes as you gazed up at him with pleading eyes, teeth chewing on your lips as another wave of pleasure threatened to steal the air from your lungs.

Boothill leaned forward, fingers still plunging inside of you at an unrelenting pace as his face drew closer to yours. He flicked the rim of his hat up with his free hand, cold, robotic fingers curling around your chin and holding your face steady before your head could lull back once more. He hushed you as a small whimper crawled out of your throat, long strands of his hair spilling over your shoulders in a curtain of black and white as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

"Shh, pretty girl. I’m right here. Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you."

A soft noise stirred in your chest as your hands weakly clawed at his arm, nails scratching uselessly at his steel body as you tried to hold onto the fraying edges of your sanity. The heat in your stomach was almost unbearable and you didn’t know how much more you could take as pressure built in your belly, the feeling both foreign and familiar as you twisted beneath Boothill.

"Boot…hill…I wanna- want to cum" you rasped with a breathless whimper. "Aeons above please touch my clit."

"Ohh~" Boothill cooed before he clicked his tongue. "So that’s what my girl wanted."

Whatever retort was rolling around in your mouth was immediately swallowed when Boothill pressed his thumb against the slick pearl of your clit, pressing down on the tightly packed bundle of nerves as it flushed to life. Your thighs tensed as your moans echoed around your stuffy bedroom, the tips of your fingers turning numb as the heat in your stomach started to boil. Boothill swirled his thumb around the swollen nub of your clit, rubbing it in time to the frantic pump of his fingers. The sensations of his vibrating fingers were amplified by how sensitive and wet you were, his thumb bullying your clit with unrelenting attention as your pussy squeezed around his fingers. Your shaking hips rolled into his touch as the sweltering knot inside of you frayed, Boothill’s voice tickling your ear as his tongue swiped at the perspiration clinging to your skin.

"That’s it, good girl…son of a nice lady you’re gripping me so tight. It’s okay pretty baby, I’ve got you. Just let go."

His words were the last push you needed. The burning coil in your stomach shattered into a million tiny fragments, your veins flooded with white hot euphoria that made your hips lock into place as your pussy spasmed around his fingers. You squirted on his fingers as they continued to vibrate against your pulsing walls, thin strands of translucent fluid spilling from your core. The intimate press of his thumb against your clit felt heavenly as you rode out the waves of your pleasure high, voice scratching your throat as you moaned and wailed. But the prolonged buzzing against your wet and throbbing sex was quick to overwhelm you, the vibrations amplifying your pleasure to an almost torturous degree as another wave of arousal stole the breath from your lungs. You thrashed in Boothill’s hold as your legs wound around his hips, feet kicking his sturdy back as you squawked.

"Too much!"

The vibrations ceased and a sigh of relief whistled through your teeth. Boothill removed his thumb, fingers still stuffed into the hilt inside of you as he swooped down between your thighs and replaced his thumb with his warm mouth. You sighed and mewled with bliss as his lips pressed soothing kisses to the overstimulated bud of your clit, your fingers delving through his hair as you gently pulled on the long strands. His tongue teased the hood of your clit, scooping up your slick before swallowing thickly. A pleased purr tickled his throat.

"Good girl" he praised before pressing an open mouth kiss to your messy pussy. "Damn, I could stay here all night if you’d let me."

[taylorswiftstyle]

66th Annual Grammy Awards | Los Angeles, CA | February 4, 2024

Schiaparelli gown

In my eyes, a Schiaparelli look should be an uncontested slam dunk. So for this look to, in my opinion, not fly quite as high as befits the beautiful work of Daniel Roseberry is almost a greater disappointment than an average look on its own. To opt for a designer that is known for its surrealism and its beautifully eerie ethereal strangeness but to tamp it down to what I mistook as a Vivienne Westwood gown and strip it of any possible Schiaparelli beautiful weirdness feels like a huge missed opportunity. Especially when it could have really been magical and interesting and a fashion risk for Taylor.

But I also understand that she had a vision. And she molded the designer to fit her and that vision.

It’s a look that I feel falls on an Easter Egg’s sharpened sword. The draping akin to tangled bedsheets, the Victorian cameo-esque appearance of the watch choker from afar, the dramatic opera gloves, the corset back, and the black and white colour scheme feel pulled from (or inspired by) what we now know is the forthcoming album formerly known as ‘TS11’: Tortured Poets Department. And if Taylor’s admission that this project has been in the works for the last two years is anything to go by, it also throws into sharp relief the schoolgirl plaids, the dark academia loafers, and the shadowy colour palette her street style has often centered on in recent months. 

There are so many beautiful elements to pull apart here that feel sacrificial in the name of early evocation of what could be a scholarly-sounding (or perhaps sapient-sounding) album based on the cover and intro language. The gown has a beautiful shape (the waist cinching!) and is a fascinating colour choice that could read suffragette or bride depending on who’s asked (and isn’t that in itself an intentional diametric “Lavender Haze” worth dissecting?). But the black accessories (presumably in service of Tortured Poets) overcooks it. I think a low bun, single strand of diamonds, and closed toe pumps could have gone a long way in styling (I’ll let the trendy gloves stay - in combination with the white gown they’re giving Princess Kate at the BAFTAs, no?). 

The biggest point of all is that Taylor understands the connect between her music and her style (I should know - I spend 350+ pages talking about it in my upcoming book Taylor Swift Style: Fashion Through the Eras). She also understands the role her style plays in cementing moments in her career to milestones. This moment. This gown. It joins a trio of looks as her most memorable and significant: her AOTY wins. This look will forever be enshrined in slideshows depicting the new precedent she has set for any artist - male or female. And what a win it is for an album I love so much. Knowing that, it feels even more fascinating to me that she’d use this moment as a bridge to another project and not honouring the album in question. 

Worn with: Lorraine Schwartz jewelry and Giuseppe Zanotti heels

Photos by Matt Winkelmeyer and Gilbert Flores via Getty Images

[anakinstwinklebunny]

Another request because you asked for them and ilysm!! Dilf!Anakin making the both of you late to a fancy dinner party for his work because you just looked so damn good in that dress that he couldn’t wait till later to have a taste <3

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're sensitive to that or don't feel comfortable with it, please do not read it for your own safety and comfort.

You knew that look all too well—the dark, heated gaze that signaled his intentions before his lips even moved. Anakin’s possessiveness was intoxicating, a force you could never resist. Deep down, you knew all your efforts to appear poised, to stay composed, would soon unravel like threads pulled loose, dissolving into nothing but a hazy memory.

"Anakin, we’re going to be late..." you murmured, your voice soft but edged with urgency. You clipped the diamond earring onto your ear, the delicate piece shimmering against your skin.

“Let them wait,” he whispered, the words sending heat coursing through your veins. His breath grazed your exposed shoulder as his lips ghosted along the curve of your neck, the touch slow, almost torturously gentle. “I need an appetizer before dinner.”

The quiet command in his tone set your pulse racing. Your breath hitched as you met his gaze in the mirror, those ocean-blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your legs weak. His arms tightened around your waist, possessive, his intention clear—he wasn’t letting you go anywhere.

Before you could process the shift, you found yourself pressed against the wall, your dress hiked up to your hips, one leg draped over his broad shoulder. His mouth was on you, his tongue lapping at your drenched core like a man starved, devouring you with a hunger that stole the breath from your lungs.

“Anakin…” you moaned, the sound of his name dissolving into a whimper as his tongue flicked deeper, teasing your folds. The pleasure was sharp, intoxicating, making your mind blur with need. “The party—”

“Fuck the party,” he growled against your slick heat. He spit directly onto your swollen clit, his lips wrapping around it as he sucked, harder, deeper. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of raw pleasure through your body.

More.

Harder.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe—all you knew was him.

His grip on your thigh tightened, his fingers digging into your soft skin as his other hand slipped between your legs. His long, skilled fingers found your entrance, teasing before pushing one deep inside, curling against that sensitive spot that made you see stars and your toes scrunching

A broken moan tore from your throat, your hips arching into his mouth. "You like that, baby?" His voice was a low rumble, the teasing edge in his words sending a new wave of heat through you.

All you could do was nod, helpless under his touch, your hands bracing against the wall as if you could ground yourself from the storm he was creating inside you.

“Use your words,” he murmured "just like big girls do" his smirk evident in his voice as he added a second finger, stretching you. The pleasure was maddening, pushing you closer to the edge, your body trembling under his control.

“A-Ani…” you gasped, barely able to form his name.

“Damn, you taste so fucking good,” he groaned, his lips vibrating against your swollen clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. The heat in your core coiled tighter, threatening to snap, your body spiraling out of control under his relentless assault.

You were already on the verge of breaking, your voice ragged as you pleaded, “Please, I need more...”

"Yeah, baby?" His voice was thick with lust, his fingers curling inside you with precision, dragging against your walls in a way that made your breath stutter. “Then come for me. Show me how good daddy’s tongue feels. Give me that sweet cream.”

Your breath caught, your entire body trembling as he doubled down—his tongue flicking against your clit while his fingers pumped harder, faster. The intensity was too much, pushing you straight into oblivion.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he growled against your wetness, his teeth grazing your sensitive bud, pushing you over the edge. “Cream all over daddy’s face. Be my good girl.”

The orgasm ripped through you, violent and all-consuming. Your legs shook, the pleasure so overwhelming you thought you might shatter beneath it. You cried out his name, your hands scrabbling for purchase against the wall as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

Anakin slowed, drawing out every last pulse of your release, savoring it. His fingers slipped from your trembling core, and he straightened, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He brought his slick-coated fingers to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste your juices.

“Sweetest nectar I’ve ever had,” he rasped, licking his fingers clean.

Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, your legs still weak from the intensity of it all. Anakin smirked, that cocky, dangerous smile that never failed to make your stomach flip. With casual ease, he adjusted your panties, smoothing your dress back down over your hips like he hadn’t just wrecked you.

He glanced down at his watch, his expression annoyingly composed. “We’ll be fashionably late,” he said, as if he hadn’t just reduced you to a shaking mess against the wall.

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[uluvjay]

Luke hughes birthday smut 😍😍!!

Luke Hughes x fem reader!

Warnings?; SMUT, fingering, hints to oral(M receiving), unprotected sex(use protection!), kissing, hair pulling, light choking, cursing, hints of shower sex, dirty talk.

I know this is so late I’m sorry, also lightly proofread

He could feel the dampness your lips left as they made their way down his body. Starting from his jaw and all the way down to the waistband of his pajama pants.

“Baby..” he grumbled finally opening his eyes to find your body situated over his legs.

“Morning birthday boy” you smiled, making your way back up to his face to give him a kiss.

He pulled you down against him with a whine when you attempted to detach your lips. His hands settling at your waist, under the t-shirt of his you had been wearing.

“Luke no..” you tried to stop him as he flipped the two of you over so you were laid under him.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned

“Wanted to give you birthday head” you smiled shyly with a small giggle escaping.

“I could tell, great way to wake up by the way. But I can’t wait baby, wanna he inside you” he teased as he began placing kisses on your neck.

“It is my birthday after all..” he whispered into your ear before attaching his teeth to your sweet spot behind your ear, causing a sweet whimper to escape from your lips.

“Lukey” you whined as his hands teased along the waistband of your panties.

He didn’t reply just gave you a smirk, leaned back on his knees with your legs thrown over his thighs. He reached down and ran a finger over the wet patch that had been created on your panties.

“So wet” he mumbled to himself, eyes locked on one of his favorite sights. Luke would never get over the way you got wet for him, whether it was from the way he was touching you, kissing you, or the way he’d simply looked at you, he’d never get tired of looking at seeing how your body responded to him.

Finally pulling your panties off a low groan came from the boy, your pussy looked so pretty drenched and waiting for him, all for him.

“Best birthday gift ever” he spoke softly as he ran a finger through your folds, a deep growl emerging from his throat at the way your wetness covered his finger.

“Baby don’t tease” you whined as you began to squirm.

But Luke was quick to place a slap on your thigh to let you know to behave. “It’s my birthday and yet you think you can call the shots” he laughed meanly.

“I’m sorry, just wanna feel you” you spoke in yet again a whiny tone and Luke was just about over hearing it.

“Gonna give you something to actually whine about” he spat before sinking two fingers inside your warm cunt. He began at a fast pace, fingers moving in a come-here motion as he watched the way your head dipped back and you arched your body.

“Luke!” You gasped at the way his fingers expertly moved inside you, not missing a beat as they reached the spongy spot inside you that your legs attempting to close around his wrist.

“Keep your legs open” he grumbled as he laid another smack against them.

“Feels so good Lu” you cried, feeling your favorite sensation begin to form in your stomach, you chest was tightening as your breathing was becoming labored as you felt your high approaching.

“Yeah I bet it does baby, I can feel the way your clenching my fingers. Gonna come soon huh?” He taunted as he added pressure to your clit with his thumb.

“Yes fuck! Almost there” he watched in awe as your body withered below his, the way your hands clenched the sheets, and how your toes curled from the pleasure.

You were so close, right on the edge and all he had to do was pump his finger one more ti-“no, no,no, Luke! I was so close why’d you stop”

“Because your coming on my cock today, not my fingers baby” he smirked as he stood up to pull off his pants and boxers revealing his cock.

Your mouth watered at the way it hit against his lower stomach and the way the small bead of precum rolled down from his tip.

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure you get to have a taste at some point today, but right now I’m fucking you” he smirked as he climbed back onto the bed.

Gasps escaped both of you as he ran his tip through your folds, covering his swollen head in your wetness.

“Ready?” He asked and with your nod of conformation he placed himself at your entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Fuck” you cursed as he ever so slowly stretched you out, it didn’t matter how many times you’d taken Luke it always felt like the first time when he slid in.

“God baby your so tight” he groaned as he placed his arms on either side of your head to lean over your body.

“You can move now” you whimpered, you hands took place gripping the sheets at first but the second he had began to pick up pace they were quickly clutching his shoulders.

“Fuck” he moaned as he fucked into you, the way you hugged him was one of his favorite feelings.

He watched as your eyes closed and mouth dropped open in a silent scream, he knew he’d reached your g-spot the second you reached at hand down to attempt to push him away.

He slapped said hand out of his way and reached one of his own to circle the base of your throat, applying just enough pressure to have a whine escape you.

“Feels good huh baby?” He taunted you as he kissed and nipped the areas of your neck that he could reach.

“So good Lukey” you cried; nails raking down his back, no doubt leaving angry red scratches that would burn in the shower later.

“M’ getting close” you spoke, eye’s finally opening to meet his.

“Yeah? Gonna come for me?” He questioned, moving your legs so he could fuck you at a deeper angle while one of his hands reached down to play with your clit.

You wanted to reply, you really did but you couldn’t talk over the pleasure. The way his cock hit every spot so perfectly, the way you could feel every ridge so firmly against your walls had your head hazy.

“C’mon baby, come for me” he groaned as he felt his own high approaching.

You cried out loudly as you felt the buildup in your stomach finally snap, your legs were shaking and your hands gripped his curls so tight you were scared you were hurting him.

But you weren’t, in fact Luke loved how hard you pulled on his hair when you were coming for him.

“I’m almost there baby” he warned you himself.

The sound of your little whimpers and whines from the overstimulation were driving him crazy and he knew he wasn’t going to hold up much longer.

“Go ahead, come for me Luke” you encouraged as you pulled him down for a sloppy kiss.

A moan escaping your throat as his hands tightly gripped your hips, you knew they’d leave a bruise but you didn’t care.

“Fuck!” He groaned as he felt himself release inside you, his sweaty forehead placed against your damp chest as your fingers ran through his equally sweaty curls.

You two caught your breaths for a moment before he pulled back and looked up at you with hazy smile on his face.

“Have fun?” You laughed

“Couldn’t have though of a better way to start my birthday, thank you baby” he smiled and pulled you in for a loving kiss.

“Anything for my birthday boy” you smiled back as you pulled him to lay all the way against your chest as you continued to play with his hair.

“We should probably shower” he spoke up and while you didn’t feel like getting out of bed you agreed.

You whimpered as you felt him pull out of you but you were just met with silence, you looked down and giggled at the sight of Luke watching how your mixed releases dripped out from your core.

“Round two in the shower?”

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[harbingersglory]

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader, transfem arlecchino {☆} warnings 18+ content, breeding kink, degradation, stomach bulge, dacryphilia, restraints

"Arle, hah..please. I can't– I can't wait any longer."

The pleading, almost pouty, words had her letting out a deep, husky chuckle as she fiddled with the buckle of her belt, admiring your body as she stepped up to the bed. Her knee sank into the mattress as she knelt down, pressing a placating kiss to your brow and gesturing for you to turn over.

"Come on, dove. Be a good girl, or I'll treat you like the whore you are." Arlecchino clicked her tongue, firmly grabbing your hands and tightening her belt around your wrists, giving the leather a firm tug to test its strength– and to make sure it wasn't too tight. "I'm in a good mood. Don't spoil it by being a brat, little dove."

The pout it drew from you made her grin, canines flashing beneath her lips as she settled in behind you, cupping your ass in her calloused hands with an appreciative grumble. Your panties were already sticking to your cunt, the fabric soaked. She couldn't help but drag one of her digits across the fabric, teasing your folds beneath it.

"Lucky I adore that pretty mouth of yours or I'd have cut out your tongue," She gruffly spoke, her tone neither in jest or too serious– perhaps she would, maybe she wouldn't. She liked to keep you on your toes. "Hm. Maybe I'll use your throat after– shut you up properly. You look so pretty gagging on my cock, you know?"

Arlecchino slid her fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down just enough to see your slick cunt, her fingers pulling the folds apart. Fuck, she could feel her cock throbbing against her boxers at the sight– she'd never get tired of it, just like she'd never get tired of using you like a toy.

"But in the meantime.." She finally pulled down her own boxers, her aching cock slipping free and slapping against your thigh– she slid right between your thighs, forcing you to squeeze them together around her. "Fuck, that's it." She growled, pumping her hips a few times before she was satisfied, lining up her cock with your entrance.

She had the decency, at least, to sink in slowly at first..let you adjust to her size for a brief moment before she snapped her hips forward and sank fully into your cunt with a sharp hiss.

Arlecchino typically enjoyed teasing you first, making you practically beg just for her to give you her cock at all, but she had other plans tonight– she wasn't going to waste time playing around this time. Her hand slipped down to your stomach pressed against the mattress, a low chuckle building in her chest at the distinct bulge her cock left. It was a wonder she fit at all– but she'd make it fit even if she hadn't.

"Be a good girl now and don't complain." She grumbled, leaning down to press you down into the mattress with her body, nipping at your ear before she pulled her hips back, hissing at the way you clenched around her in response. She took a moment to sit there, letting you ruminate and squirm at the lack of movement– only to grab a fistful of hair and start pounding you into the mattress before you can even think to whine about her lack of movement.

How quickly, how easily, you turn into a blubbering mess as she uses you like a toy for her own enjoyment. Not that you won't enjoy what she has in plan for you– just maybe not as much as she does. The mental image of filling you with her cum..it drives her thrusts harder, faster. She wants to fuck you stupid with her cock, fill you to the breaking point until her cum pools on the sheets, unable to be fully plugged up. Just the idea of watching her cum dripping down your thighs makes her control slip just the slightest bit.

She's already big enough to bulge your stomach with every thrust, but she wonders if she can push it further.

She certainly wants to, and she intends to.

The fat tears rolling down your cheeks only got her more excited, her hands gripping your hips so tight she can already imagine the bruises in the shape of her fingers against your skin.

"That's it, dove, give in," Arlecchino hissed, a low growl rumbling in her chest as she continued to pound into them relentlessly, her thighs already stinging from the sheer force of it. "Fucking take it, you whore."

Her muscles flexed in faint restraint, the shifting of your arms against her as you nearly screamed at the intense rush of pleasure making her sink her teeth into your shoulder in warning– a futile effort, really, as your body twitched when you came so hard she briefly considered if she had to stop..but you were still moaning even through the tears rolling down your cheeks, rocking back into her thrusts weakly, unable to keep up.

She wasn't too far behind, either. Her teeth dug deeper into your skin, muffling the growl as she plunged into your soaking wet cunt, bucking into you in much shorter thrusts until she finally felt her cum spilling into you. It was almost enough to send her over the edge again– fuck, you were practically sucking her in with how tight you were, squeezing around her cock.

Her head slumped against your shoulder as she pulled her teeth from your skin, taking a moment of respite to catch her breath and let the sting and ache settle in deep– she welcomed it, if anything. But she wasn't done.

She was going to fuck you till you were full– fill you up until she couldn't fit another drop.

For now..she pulled out, admiring the way her cum dribbled out of you. She didn't mind all that much..she was going to replace it tenfold, anyway.

She couldn't wait to plug you up and see you squirm during the meeting tomorrow, full of her cum and unable to find relief– maybe she'd make it a toy, see how long you last before someone realizes what's going on. She was going to enjoy it thoroughly.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

hello we’re back with another late night who knows what. clearly steve calling you honey and being a+++ with the praise is on my mind sir goddamn pls give me peace

18+

You were whining, quite pathetically, but you couldn’t find it in you to care, not when Steve was holding you so close to his chest, letting you pull at his hair and rock yourself over him.

It had been an age, time lost in kissing the boy, working you both up until you were left in just a T-shirt - Steve’s, not yours - sitting on Steve’s lap with the sheets bundled around you both. There was a movie in the background, white noise and static compared to the sounds he was making for you.

He’d told you to take your time, to go slow, hands holding your hips too tight as he helped you slip down onto his cock, gasping at each inch, doe eyed and hazy as he told you how good you were for taking him all.

And then Steve sank back into the pillows, against the headboard and taking you with him, letting your hands roam over his bare chest, up his throat, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck, tilting his chin up to catch your mouth when you wanted a kiss.

You always wanted a kiss.

It was slow and lazy and delicate until it wasn’t, until the heat in the room built up and your slick skin on Steve’s started to sound nothing but obscene, the filthy slide of your cunt around his cock, the low groan from the boy every time you rocked your hips. Desperation took over, Steve sitting up to meet you half way, cradling you in his lap, staring down at where you enveloped him, all messy and wet.

He was swearing, voice wrecked, pupils blown wide as he nodded at you, encouraging even without words. But when he found his voice… fuck. When he found his voice—

“There you go, honey, yeah? You got it. S’fucking good, Christ, look at you,” he murmured, the tip of his nose bumping at your chin as you let your head loll back, trailing the bridge of it over your jaw, nipping at your throat as he went. “I wanna feel you come for me, can you do that? For me?”

You shuddered, whining as you clawed at Steve’s shoulders, trying to find some purchase as you moved a little faster, nodding desperately for him. You’d do anything he asked at his point, whatever he wanted.

His hands were on your ass, fingers digging into the dough, palms pushing up the hem of your shirt so he could get all the filthy views, his jaw slack as you bounced on him, chasing the high you both knew was close.

“Grippin’ my cock like nothin’ else, baby, shit, you desperate?”

It should’ve been embarrassing, the way he said, voice soft and sweet and sticky, that cloying condescension that made your toes curl and your cunt throb.

Instead you cried out again, nodding, agreeing, moaning the boy’s name. “Yeah, Steve, fu-uck, for you, yeahyeahyeah—”

Your easy admission should’ve been embarrassing too… if it didn’t send Steve off the deep end. The boy grunted, a low, hoarse moan that sounded like your name, his head thrown back and his throat bared for you. His hips pumped up, his hands keeping you seated, cock sliding in and you of you in a dirty glide.

“For me?” He asked, laughing softly, in awe of you and the way you rolled yourself closer to him, even though he knew your legs must be aching. “Fucking hell, honey, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? Fuckin’ perfect for me.”

[just-some-trans-nobody]

December Christmas Monstet stories

December 8.) Horny Krampus

Sorry everyone this one was supposed to br way longer than this but I'm having really bad writers block. I might try to rewrite it eventually I just had to finish what little I had if I want stick to the schedule.

Warnings: NSFW, spit as lube, bare minimum prep, swearing, possessive behavior, stalking behavior

Minors Don't Interact!

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Three weeks. 

You only got three weeks a year with him and then you had to wait longing for his touch until next year. 

It was like clock work. December 1st at midnight the sound of heavy hooves landing on your roof waking you. The last two years you would wake up a minute or two before the stroke of midnight in anticipation of his arrival. 

Giddier than a kid on Christmas day you threw the blankets off yourself and rushed to the living room. Some years he came down the chimney, sometimes the window. He always kept you on your toes never fully knowing where he was going to enter. You weren't sure how a man of such a large size could fit down a chimney but your brain always turned off when he was around. Too dick whipped to think about anything but him and the pleasure he gave you.

Hearing his low growl rumble from behind you, your body trembled in response. He had come through your bedroom window expecting you to be there. Seeing you weren't there made him mad, he wanted his cock in you immediately. Having to wait irritated him. Turning you smiled at him before letting out a gasp when he grabbed you pushing you against the nearest wall. “Fuck.” You moaned out, leaning your head back. He let out a low rumble hearing your moan. The sounds you make when he's with you calmed his raging soul, if only a little bit. Seeing that you were still dressed he growled before ripping off your clothes. His clawed hands tearing your clothes to shreds. You know you should be mad about it but the act had only served to turn you on even more. 

Heart pounding in your chest you reached out to hold onto him as he lifted you up pinning you to the wall with one hand. Your legs dangled, unable to reach the floor by a good foot or two. He effortlessly freed his cock from its restraints with his free hand. Lifting a leg up you rested it on his hip spreading your legs for the large man.

Biting your bottom lip you trembled at his touch as he held your chin. “Open.” He growled in a low voice that rumbled in your chest. Obediently you opened your mouth, lightly sticking your tongue out. His fingers immediately slide into your mouth causing you to close it around them. He hardly ever took the time to lube you up first so this felt special for you. Keeping eye contact with him you made sure to lube up his fingers with your saliva as much as you could before he finally pulled them out of your mouth leaving a trail of saliva from his fingers to your plump lips. The trail broke after a second landing on your chin causing him to let out a low rumble at the sight. 

Lowering his hand to your entrance he pushed the lubed up fingers inside of you causing you to moan. He wanted to take you so much it hurt but he knew you haven't had him in such a long time you would need to be stretched out first. By the end of the month he would be able to slip it in without reliance, but that was then and this was now. He would never admit it to himself or anyone else that he cared deeply about you to the point it scared him. As much as he loved making you scream out in painful pleasure he didn't want to hurt you so badly he scared you off. He needed you more than he realized.

Hearing you moan from just his fingers made him smirk in pride. He loved hearing how well he pleasured you, he wanted to hear more. Spreading his fingers wide he continued to pump them into you faster drawing out more moans from your lips. “O-oh oh fuck keep going! Gonna cum!” You moaned, throwing your head back against the wall. Your words encouraging him to pump his fingers harder. Reaching your orgasm with a cry you clung to his arms closing his eyes. 

You barely had a moment to come down from your orgasm when he slid his fingers out and replaced them with the tip of his cock. Gasping you opened your eyes to be met with his hungry gaze. Letting out a quiet moan you rolled your hips against his taking in more of his cock. He let out a low moan feeling his cock go deeper into you. It drove him mad. Growling he snapped his hips forward pushing all of his cock into you causing you to sob lightly. It stung but felt good at the same time. Whimpering softly you clung to him as tears welled in your eyes. He waited for a moment letting you adjust for a moment before he started to slowly rock his hips. Once your face started showing more pleasure than pain he sped his pace up thrusting faster into you. Pressing against you harder he pushed you against the wall even more making you feel a little squished. “Harder.” You moaned scratching at his arms. It was a request he was more than happy to comply with. 

The room was filled with the sounds of your needy moans and the relentless thrusts of Krampus. It was utter bliss being with him. December was by far your favorite time of the year and Christmas had nothing to do with it. 

[anlian-aishang]

SNK Men - Masturbation Habits - Levi, Erwin, Eren, Armin, Jean, Reiner, Zeke [nsfw]

Levi

Masturbates in the shower. Levi deems it as a way to save time, to keep his sheets and clothes from getting too dirty. He hates to admit it, but something about sex makes him sweat easily. Even more shameful, he is weak to the flow of scalding water on his skin and the way it melts his reserves, inhibitions down the drain. The echo of tile walls amplifies the smacks of his hand around his cock, making it easier to imagine it's your pussy around him instead. Feigning the priority of cleanliness, he grants himself an excuse to be filthy. Levi sees masturbation as a last resort, something to rely on when he can’t have the real thing. As such, when by himself, he finishes fast. Three minutes of ferocity, white-knuckle holds of the shower bar and his erection. Toes curl tight against slippery tile. Soap trickles down his bangs and into his eyes. Squeezing them shut, he relies on imagined scenes to get him there. Strives to stay silent, but especially when it's been too long, not even Ackerman can prevent the grunts and swears from escaping. At the sound of his own succumbing, his ears, cheeks, chest flush red. On comedown, he deliberately jerks the metal handle to cold with hopes that, by the time he steps out and sees the mirror’s reflection, his fucked-out state will not stare him back.

Erwin

Gets off at his desk. It’s always the end of the quarter that his sex drive surges. Though it’s inconvenient at best and incapacitating at worst, he has come to understand why. A cruel chain reaction: work piles up, his mind multitasks to its bitter end, and at that end is a pure, carnal desire for reprieve. His signature grows illegible with the way his hand is shaking. He is making mistakes and making them in ink. Erwin clenched his fist, nails dug into his palm, but neither his erection nor filthy thoughts will die down. His hand is big, but his cock is bigger. The ratio aids his fantasy, trying to pretend it's your grasp wrapped around him instead. Erwin pumps himself a couple palms full of the lotion that others find so innocuously stored on top of his desk, lays a path of tissues on the pad of his office chair, and shuts his blinds as well as his eyes. Left hand works his member tight from tip to base. Right hand undoes his top button and hooks itself on the loop of his tie, allowing his breaths to deepen, and they do. Erwin growls through it. After this many successive nights of overtime, he deserves these minutes of release from those reins. Squeezing so hard that the veins in his biceps rise. Exhales harsh, fogging the oak of his desk top. Toes curl in his leather shoes. Words fail him as he climaxes to the thought of you barging in on him - loud grunts and moans of your name all the man can muster. 

Eren

Lays back on the sofa. Unspeakable yearnings have brought him to this point. It was not only that he was unable to make it to the privacy of his bedroom. More accurately, Eren was so caught up in his fantasy that he couldn't care less if he were walked-in on. Lying on his back, his right hand slithers beneath the hem of his shirt and hikes it to his teeth. Abdomen exposed to less stifling air. At the same time, his left hand handles his belt, button, zipper before tugging his waistband to rest at his upper thighs.  Eren leans his head back over the armrest, airway straightened, low yet loud vocals fill the room. Running his fingers through his hair, his elastic band snaps and lets his locks flow freely. Even with his eyes closed, his thumb lands right atop the lotion bottle - an old habit - and pumps a couple ounces into his hand. The unexpected cold draws a few hisses and curses, but before long, the fierce friction of his hand has converted it: hot like the rest of him. Even though he is reclined back, Eren is an active masturbator. His left hand has one job, one primary motion, but his right hand plays himself. Palm over his chest, fingertips pinching his jawline. Legs squirm, heels jut - all threatening to rip the leather couch. Instead of damaging the space around him, he takes that tension out on himself: cock sore, nipples bruised, scratches on his abdomen - but nothing that his sweatshirts can’t hide.

Armin

Shuts himself in his closet. An unexpectedly experienced masturbator, yet the shame Armin feels is disproportionately tremendous. Not even his bedroom is private enough, Arlert retreats to his locked closet, barely large enough to fit his clothes, let alone him. The blonde leans back against his wooden, creaky dresser and props his feet on the opposite wall. On the way to grab himself, his arm twitches: do you really need this? He tilts his head back and sighs: yes, you do.  Armin dips his fingers into his mouth and pretends that they’re yours. Sucks them deliberately as he aims to keep quiet. As his tugs grow tighter, fuller, that sucking becomes sloppy, though. Overstimulated cries demand his lips fall from a circle to a helpless part. His breaths are brisk on his skin, covered in his own saliva. Soon enough, his tongue is flopping in frantic indecision: keep quiet or cry your name? That tug-of-war results in a submissive symphony for his reddened ears alone. But at least you can’t hear it. But what if you did? For what he lacks in confidence, he makes up for in imagination. Armin softens his grip to match the way he thought you would hold him. First, your fingers. Then, your presence. Now, your contact. Once his walls have weakened past the point of disbelief, and only once he convinces himself that you’re the one working him can he get himself to his toe-curling, back-breaking climax. 

Jean

It always starts on his bed. Lazily palming himself on his mattress, Jean is rather carefree. Masturbation is not something he plans, but something he indulges in when he feels like it. It’s just one of those things. It is not something he lets himself anticipate all day, nor is it something he approaches with shame. Before he wakes up or before he drifts to sleep, it will cost only a little energy but help him rest. It’s the lie he tells himself, arousal his most gullible state. Less than a minute after he begins, Jean is panting, drooling, burying himself into his pillow. Swears muffled as he envelops his twitching cock in his similarly trembling hand. In working hours, he keeps his thoughts for you under wraps. When the sun is down, though, so is his façade of composure. Oh, the things he wants to do to you. More than that, what fucks him up is the thought of what you would do to him.  Tendons strain and cast shadows on his neck, a desperate attempt to subdue his needy vocals. In this one session, the scenarios he has fantasized over have flashed faster than seconds. In that way, he thinks he must have lasted a while. In reality, everything is skewed. When he goes for days, sometimes weeks, without release, that release is difficult to delay. His pent-up dam demands a break: the uncatchable shot of his warm seed through his fingers and onto his sheets. He always thinks that climax will wind him down, but instead, it gets him up and out of bed, to the laundry machines.

Reiner

Slams himself against the door. Panting hard before he can even unbuckle and unzip himself. He’s ashamed to admit it all: how badly he wants to cum, how badly he needs to. The desperate rasp in his throat and the way it bounces off his bedroom walls turns his blush ablaze. He manages a squint and the sight of his bed, but the stagger in his legs tells him that he won’t make the walk. Reiner leans back against the wooden slate, one hand around his cock, one hand clutching the doorknob for stability. Eyes rolled back into his head. Hair a mess after this many runs of his hand through it. Inhales hiss through his teeth. Exhales shake on their fall past his lips. Looking down at himself, he notices the way his abdomen ripples with blood flow and wonders if you’d like that. He could practically hear you, the way you would dip your fingers into his mouth and pry, beckoning his moans and encouraging their volume. His imagination of what else you would do drives the speed and force of his hand. Pants crumpled at his ankles bind his legs to the perfect spread. His back is soaked with cold sweat, slicking and sticking him to his bedroom door. The flicks of his wrist are automatic now, racing to catch up with the snowball effect in his mind: you you you. With one final, nearly sadistic yank, he brings himself to finish - the sensation just as incoherent as his calls of your name.

Zeke

Tucks himself into bed. To Zeke, masturbation is a ritual, religiously stocked with offerings. From the drawer of his bedside table, he removes fire-and-ice lubrication and a ten-inch fleshlight. Atop the nightstand, a pack of cigarettes and his reflective lighter wait to accompany his comedown. He removes his glasses and sets them aside. By a thumb on his waistband, he peels his briefs down and flings them into the hamper across the room, satisfied with his aim.  Zeke deliberately clashes his teeth together, trying to resist the admission of how good the initial sheathe feels. This is his relaxation time and he intends to savor it. His spank bank is rich with both fond memories and colorful fantasies. Playing them back in his mind, he accompanies the scenes with his own vocalizations, beating himself to the rhythm of your ass as it bounced around his cock, or the way your head bobbed back and forth around him. Most men last only a few minutes. Zeke basks in his average time of one hour. Edging himself on and on, chuckling maniacally each time he - to his own surprise - manages to wean himself off at the last second. His arm does not tire. His images are endless. It is only after the friction reaches an unbearable burn and his wrist begins to cramp that Zeke decides to give in, though he didn’t like to phrase it that way. Tilting his head back, his exhale is deceptively cool as his hot cum soaks his sleeve. It takes a couple flicks of his lighter, and many more involuntary twitches, though, until the pleasure truly ends.

// masterlist //

[xo-kyeong]

Caught you

Scenario: BAKUSQUAD Catches you masturbating (Individual Characters x Reader)

Warnings: ❗️MDNI❗️Characters are in College and above the age of 18, dub-con.

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Bakugou Katsuki

He was on his way to remind you about your remaining balance for your half of the monthly bills, slowing his steps to the sound of—whimpers?

Through the small crack of your unlocked door, he could see the way your face contorted in pure bliss. The way your legs were hiking up and how your toes were curling as you got closer to the edge of your release

“Ahh, mm- oh my fuck- don’t stop Katsuki”

He didn’t think you’d be getting off on him. God, he was only supposed to deliver your invoice for the month, not get hard while watching his roommate masturbate at the thought of HIM.

Your voice is getting higher and breathier by the second, your unoccupied hand gripping tightly at the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck- Katsuki I’m—“

“You’re what?”

Your skin turns cold, and your eyes grow wide as you turn to look at the figure leaning on your door frame—the same person you were moaning about.

“OH MY GOD—“ You quickly pull up your duvet in an attempt of hiding the mess going on down there.

“H-how long.. have you been standing there?” You sit up and ask him, trying your best to avoid eye contact. He lets out a low chuckle, slowly striding towards the side of your bed, kneeling down to meet you eye to eye.

“It doesn’t matter now, dumbass. What’s the point of hiding something I’ve seen already?” He grins as he pulls your duvet covers and replaces your hands with his. Immediately getting into it.

His pace doesn’t falter, Instead, he teases your clit by increasing his pumps and slowing them down occasionally to hear you beg.

Kirishima Eijirou

Poor flustered Kirishima, he only wanted to study with you. That is, until he heard you whining, mistaking it for wounded whimpers.

He peeked through your door, his brows knitting in worry. With the darkness of your room, he couldn't clearly see what was happening.

He nearly went to knock until he heard you moan. His name, no less.

Boy was absolutely in shock, jaw on the floor, shocked, hearing his best friend moan out his name. he's paralyzed, stuck in place.

I should go.. right?

"Ahh, s'good Kirishima, mhm"

Who is he kidding- he's gotta knock.

As you were about to release, you heard three knocks on the door, you hurriedly covered yourself up and told them to come in.

Your eyes widened as Kirishima entered, the person you were moaning out came into your room at the worst time possible. Little did you know he's been listening to you before you completely come undone. "I'm sorry— I—" he stutters, scratching the back of his neck.

"y/n, I- do you need help?" he sputters out while looking away from you. and if you look closely, a slight tinge of red spreads throughout his face (including his ears)

"O-oh! uh- you heard" your face also tainting red, maybe even redder than his. "If you're okay with it? I could help you"

He approaches the edge of your bed, right between your covered legs. his large hands holding your thighs, his eyes looking at yours for approval.

"Kiri- please" You start to lean back, your legs sliding down to meet his thigh. You were close earlier, though it won't be hard for Kirishima to stir that bubbling feeling up again as he makes his way down to your aching cunt.

'Don't worry sweetheart, I'll clean you up right away"

Sero Hanta

He was just innocently walking past your dorm to head to his dorm when he suddenly heard a rather loud moan coming from yours.

Your door was shut, so he pressed his ear against it to better hear what you were doing at this time of night.

He heard whimpers and whines, your voice sounds like heaven, he thought to himself.

His cock slowly coming to life at the sound of your angelic moans. God- he’s such a pervert. Thats until he hears his name coming from your mouth.

“Oh god- Sero!” You moaned loudly, whining at the intensity of pleasure. Your eyes shut to even realize that Sero was already opening the door to your room.

“Sero please- fuck, I wanna cum!” Your toes are curling, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were gripping the sheets. “You can cum, my love”

You gasp at the sight of the boy you were calling out for- oh my god.

“SERO! OH MY GOD- COULD YOU AT LEAST KNOCK?!” You frantically covered yourself, sitting up straight with an annoyed sigh. Now your orgasm was ruined.

“Didn’t think I needed to knock. Now, why don’t I continue this for you? Hmm?”

You look at him, your vision clouding with lust as he pulls your ankle making you lay down on your bed. He tugs the sheet of fabric off of you and just dives in without hesitation.

“You know, I like how you sound when you beg, why don’t you show me how much you want me, mi cariño”

Denki Kaminari

Oh, this boy was absolutely on the floor when he first heard your whimpers through your closed door.

He wanted to go ask you if you wanted to head out, just as he was about to knock he heard the most beautiful sound he’s ever heard.

Literally better than the stuff he watches online.

The fact that you were touching yourself was already enough to get him hard, but the addition of his name coming from your mouth? He was about to bust in his pants.

It wouldn’t hurt to- touch himself.. right? Just one quick stroke.

He palms his erection while his face is pressed against your door, listening to you getting closer to your orgasm.

As soon as you release you’re screaming his name,

“DENKI! Agh- Fuck!” Your back is arched and your toes are curled.

“Hng! Fuck” He whimpers rather loudly, your eyes widen to the sound of his voice outside your door.

“Denki? Are you out there?” You ask and wait for a response.

“Y-yeah” he stutters “I should probably-“ you immediately cut him off by saying that he should come in.

“Are you sure? I mean-“ he pants, his voice a bit shaky. He grabs the door handle at the sound of your approval and walks inside the dimmly lit room.

“So… you were-“

“Yes, I was. Don’t you wanna help me?” You look up at him from where you lay on your bed, long eyelashes kissing your cheeks as you blink innocently at the stunned man in-front of you.

“What do you say, Denki? I mean, you do know I want you… so bad”

His breath hitched, as if something within him snaps he rushes to you pressing his lips against yours which takes you aback.

“Oh, baby. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this!” He whines in-between kisses. His movements are quick and sloppy.

“Can I taste you? Please, please!” He begs like a baby pup.

“Yes, Denki. You can”

[femmefatalevibe]

Femme Fatale Guide: Fall Wardrobe Essentials

Staple Tees:

**Purchase in Modal, Pima cotton, or a cotton-cashmere blend**

Fitted crewneck tees (long-sleeves/tees & tanks for layering)

Relaxed fit long-sleeve tees

Turtleneck long-sleeve top (fitted & relaxed fit options)

Contour bodysuits

Blouses/Shirting:

Silk button-down blouse

Cotton button-down blouse

Silk shell top/t-shirts/camis (for layering)

Sculpt knit top(s)

Self-tie wrap blouse

Shirred boatneck, mock neck, or cowlneck silk blouse(s)

Leather button-down

Knitwear:

Thin cashmere/wool crewneck sweater (fitted/relaxed fit)

Thin cashmere/wool turtleneck sweater

Chunky relaxed-fit cable knit sweater

Knit polo-neck sweater

Cashmere sweater vest (crewneck, v-neck, and/or turtleneck)

Mockneck cashmere/wool sweater

Cashmere long-sleeve sweater dress

Cashmere/knit skirt (mini, midi, or maxi - depending on your personal preferences)

Sophisticated coordinating knit set (top/pants or skirt of your choice)

Casual knit set (top/pullover and relaxed fit pants)

Cashmere cardigan

Cable knit cardigan (doubles as a light jacket)

Bottoms:

Black straight-leg jeans

Black bootcut/flared jeans

Black straight/bootcut trousers

Wide-leg trousers (I love a solid black, black pinstripe, and black with lace-up detail selection)

High-waisted leather pants

Split hem trousers

Stretch jersey/cashmere pants (straight-leg or flared)

Quilted leather/tweed mini skirt

Knit/wool mini and/pencil skirt

Leather skirt (mini or midi)

Silk midi skirt

Dresses/Jumpsuits:

Knit/sweater dress

Little black dress (shift dress/A-line cuts are great)

Blazer dress/jumpsuit

Slip dress (for layering)

Minimal black jumpsuit ("LBJ")

Leather and/or denim dress or jumpsuit

Jackets & Outerwear:

Black tailored blazer

Leather blazer

Tweed jacket

Trench coat

Leather moto/cropped/bomber jacket

Black wool coat

Raincoat ( I like Rains for high-quality options on the affordable side that are still built to last for several seasons)

Statement jacket/coat

Footwear:

Sleek flat/low-heel black boots with a pointed-toe or square-toe silhouette (I love Vagabond, Jeffrey Campbell, Vince Camuto, and Sam Edelman for more affordable, high-quality options)

Black loafers/sleek black flats

Black lace-up boots

Black heeled boots

Black pumps

White sneakers

Rain boots (I recommend the Melissa Shoes Welly/Grip/Step boots or a stylish, sustainable, and more affordable option)

Accessories:

White/black ankle & crew socks

Black control top tights

High-waisted shapewear shorts

Chunky/small chain necklaces & bracelets

Simple pendant necklace(s)

Pearl necklace

Simple diamond studs

Crystal drop earrings

Minimalist bangles

Stackable rings

A sleek, minimalist black tote (can fit a laptop for work/travel)

Black shoulder bag

Small black bag (top handle, crossbody, etc.)

Statement bag/evening bag

Cashmere scarf

Silk/decorative scarf

Fingerless/touch-screen friendly, lightweight gloves

Lingerie/Loungewear:

Seamless bra/underwear

Lace bra/underwear

Matching pullover cotton sweatshirt/sweatpants

Knit or jersey cotton top/lounge pants set

Luxurious pajama set (silk, Tencel, cashmere, etc.)

A to-die-for piece of lingerie like a lace slip/silk teddy

Silk or cozy robe

Cozy open-back slippers

[mrsnegan]

Want to hear you scream

Pairing: SoftDom!Negan x SubF!Reader

Summary: Negan agrees to let you try out a fucking machine and you get more than you bargained for.

Warnings: smut, like really filthy smut, fucking machine, bondage, use of daddy, degradation if you squint, overstimulation, magic wand, safe word is established but not used, mentions of squirting and facial

Author's note: I really don't know where this came from. Well, here it is, a (not so sweet) little drabble. Enjoy.

"I-it's not e-enough," you stutter, pleasure boiling hot in your veins, threatening to take over your whole body if only he would give you some more.

Negan clicks with his tongue while he watches you from a few feet away. The monotone sound of the fucking machine which keeps entering you over and over again in an agonizingly slow pace is the only other sound in the room. Except for your little whimpers and occasional rustling of sheets when you try to get more. More friction, more pleasure, more Negan. Just more. Being bound to the bed, both arms and legs wide apart, doesn't improve your desperate try to finally get some relieve.

"Nah, baby, you wanted to try this out, so we do this how I see fit."

"Please Negan, need it faster, need your cock," you babble helplessly.

"Greedy little thing. Wants to get fucked by this machine and still it's not enough," he taunts, partly amused. "Need daddy's big cock to come all over the place?"

"Y-yes, fuck, need you."

He chuckles cruelly. "Too bad I ain't fucking you today, baby. That's what we bought this beast here for."

His hand caresses the machine positioned at the foot of the bed. The attached black dildo is entering your wet pussy still slowly, though Negan can see your arousel coating the toy whenever it retreats.

"If you wouldn't like it, your pussy wouldn't fucking cream all over it, don't you think?"

Moaning at his words, you shake your head, hands flexing into fists.

"I l-love it, daddy. Just need m-more."

Negan chuckles at your desperate try to get what you want. Sure as shit he's hard as a rock underneath his pants and decides to give you just what you asked for.

He uses the remote in his other hand to finally increase the speed. Your toes curl at the new angle of the toy in your tight channel, your whimpers getting louder with each thrust. Soon you desperately try to hold on to something because Negan still switches to the next and more intense setting, the dildo fucking into your hole faster and faster.

"T-t-too much, fuck," you moan loudly.

"Fuck, baby, now it's too much? Thought you wanted it harder. You always want it harder," he spits, grinning evilly down at your squirming form.

"You gonna come for me like this?"

Your cheeks feel on fire, your whole body does. You manage a little nod, the muscles in your thighs flexing while the machine pumps the toy harder and harder into you, hitting that spot. There's no point of return, the blinding pleasure washes over you, drowning you in its endless intensity.

The pounding doesn't stop. Instead, Negan slows down the speed again.

You gulp breathlessly, bleary eyes searching for him.

"Not done with you yet," you hear him say before there's another sound joining the fucking machine. You know that sound, the low buzzing of the magic wand.

"Fuck Negan, I can't," you try to reason with him, but you just hear him laugh before he appears next to you.

"You will give me more. I won't stop until you drench the sheets real good and if you're lucky I will come on your face afterwards."

"No, please, I-"

"That's not the safe word isn't it?" he asks, giving you a way out but you just whimper, body still taut in its restraints from the onslaught of pleasure.

"Thought so," he exclaims. You hear the remote click before the fucking machine drills into you again. Just seconds after he presses the magic wand directly to your sensitive clit, making you shake while you pull helplessly on your restraints.

"Come for me, baby, want to hear you scream."

[shootingstarwritings]

Not Another Goddamn Interview

The job market was tough, and Holden had been unemployed for far too long. Months of interviews, companies ghosting him, and rejections drove him to a boiling point, and someone had to take the brunt of Holden’s anger.

The interview started off well, but when Holden’s lack of experience and months of inactivity after graduation came into light, an awkward silence permeated the office. Holden stuttered a few half-answers of clubs he attended during college, but Mr. Wells, the interviewer, looked unimpressed—as so many others did before him.

“Well, Mr. Wilde,” Mr. Wells began with little enthusiasm. Holden’s heart began to race as familiar words returned to haunt him once more. “We’ll be in touch. I wish you luck in your future interviews, as well.” Mr. Wells stood up and offered Holden his hand.

Barely managing a smile, Holden stood up and gingerly reached out to shake Mr. Wells’ hand as a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. ‘I’m never going to get anywhere… Another goddamn rejection… How am I gonna pay rent next month…? Savings are getting low… That gap in that resume is gonna get even loooonger…’

As Holden shook Mr. Wells’ older and calloused hand, he launched himself towards Mr. Wells. “What the—!” Was all Mr. Wells could say as Holden’s body shifted and morphed. A stream of blue gel-like substance forced itself into Mr. Wells’ mouth, muffling any screams for help. More and more of the slime pumped itself down Mr. Wells’ throat as he fell back into his chair. His legs spread out, kicking the floor and convulsing as another creature filled up his body.

Soon, as the last of the slime finished entering his body with a sickening slosh, Mr. Wells let out a low groan. He blinked, eyes flashing a light blue before returning back to normal. Holden looked down at the body he was inhabiting. “I’m not sitting through another goddamn interview,” Holden muttered to himself with his borrowed voice. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Promising young man,” Holden chuckled to himself as he wrote a report the interview. Possessing Mr. Wells’ body wouldn’t guarantee landing a job in this company, but at this point Holden figured he might as well give it a shot. “Lots of energy and enthusiasm. Really blew me away!”

While writing, Holden looked down at the particularly heavy chest he now wore. Curling the toes in his dress shoes and flexing the cock hidden by the slacks, he couldn’t help but grow aroused at the body he now wore. “Kept things casual while maintaining an air of,” he paused to groan as he gripped Mr. Wells’ crotch through the slacks, “an air of professionalism.” He capped off the report with that and reached down to his waistband.

[pygmi-says-hi]

can you explain how to write hypothermia PLEASE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

yes! hypothermia is very dangerous and has a range of severity, so apply what is appropriate from this list <3

There are 3 (crude) stages of hypothermia:

Stage one:

Shivering, a little disoriented, difficulty staying warm. The shivering is important because the nerves are still 'aware' so to speak. Declined mental state, clumsiness, exhaustion.

Body temp is somewhere around 95F. Depending on the scenario, this could range from an hour to more of exposure to cold weather/water or illness. If the person doesn't get treatment right now, it progresses pretty quickly.

Stage two:

Shivering has stopped. Patient will become drowsy, have difficulty speaking/coordinating limbs, blueish tint to skin, excessive peeing (gross, yeah, but the muscles have stopped working), slower breathing and heart rate.

at this point the person cannot function independently. If they don't have anybody nearby to take care of them, they likely won't make it.

Stage three:

Muscle stiffness, low blood pressure, loss of urination, unconsciousness, coma, fluid in lungs, and possibly cardiac arrest.

It's the end for our poor friend. If by the grace of god or magic they do receive help, the recovery will result in brain damage and likely tissue damage on the fingers/toes and possibly limbs.

How to treat hypothermia?

Depending on the stage, there are a few things one could do.

If the person is wet, remove wet clothes and provide heat. If they have no warm clothes, provide them and try to find boiled (not boil-ING, but water that was boiled and is still warm) water. Soak the feet as long as possible.

Severe hypothermia will likely need an IV with warm fluids and possibly an external machine to 'warm' the blood and pump it back in the body. If your universe doesn't have this tech....there better be a cool spell to save them! Otherwise, it's the pine box for them.

good luck!

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ᰔ cw – fem!reader, weddings, ran is such a wife guy its insane, unprotected ptv, mdni (0.9k words)

most people will agree that weddings are events that are pure, sacred, an act that signifies love and devotion to ones lover. and though they aren't wrong -- a part of you thinks otherwise.

fate sealed and deal done, you now are a married woman with a beautiful rock on your finger -- the very best, of course. ran haitani demands only the best for his beloved, he won't settle for any less than perfect.

fitted in a pretty, white, flowy gown, dolled up so that you could almost be mistaken for a princess, you look like the definition of beauty.

what do they say about brides wearing white on weddings again? oh, right, they were to show pureness, virtue, and innocence.

you disagree.

-- because the way your husband is fucking you right now is nowhere near innocent or pure.

"fuck! fuck--! ran, oh, yes-!"

"fucking hell, baby," your husband groans into your ear, lips grazing over the sensitive skin of your jaw, "'driving me insane."

his wandering hands touch and grope all over you, shamelessly squeezing at your tits through the fabric of your wedding dress that's been hiked up over your hips.

"you're, you're being too loud, ran," you gasp, mouth forming a silent 'o' at the way the tip of his cock repeatedly rubs deliciously against that one spongey spot inside you over and over.

what can you say? your husband knows you too well. body and soul.

he laughs breathily, "this pussy's g'nna kill me one day, i swear,"

impatient as he can be, ran could not wait any longer after your vows and ring exchange. he whisked you away with a hand interlocked with yours, pulling you down hallways and rooms to escape family and guests at the wedding -- just too damn impatient and needing to be alone with you.

impatient, and horny.

now bent over a table in some random cramped room, your husband fucks into your tight pussy like he's never going to get a chance to fuck you ever again. he didn't even bother dropping his slacks all the way, just needing to whip his dick out as soon as he could.

with your gown and veil flipped over your hips, the front of his thighs slap against the back of yours, the skin burning pink and red, drowning out the dirty squelches of your sloppy pussy.

"oh, ran! fuck, fuck, keep doing that, right there--!"

pain blooms satisfyingly, and the way his heavy balls slap against your clit every time he thrusts deep into you has you rolling your eyes and throwing your head back.

he groans, way too loud and not thinking of how anyone passing by can hear everything going on inside this room, "yeah? right there? don' need to tell me, baby, i know."

his breath sends shivers down your spine, little tingles lighting up nerve endings and adding to the ever-growing stimulation. his husky voice makes you squeeze uncontrollably around his dick, pulsing and spasming.

"what? you like that?" he teases, voice low as he thrusts up even harder, gripping your hips tighter so he can force them down to his own, "y'like when i'm fucking you like this, hard and fast?"

"yes, yes! so good, so good," you whine.

the fact that anyone could walk in on the two of you anytime pumps adrenaline all through your body, it makes everything ten times more intense than it is. you could drown in the way ran fucks you so good, perfectly even -- and you relish in the way every thrust brings both pain and pleasure.

"ahh, fuck, if you keep squeezin' me like this, you'll make me cum, princess."

your hands scramble behind you for any stability, trying your best to grab him for any support, but his hips thrust too hard, too harsh, you can barely keep yourself up on your toes at this point.

"ran, ran, ran--!" you babble and squeal as soon as you feel two of his fingers slide over your swollen bud, flicking it and rubbing directly over it.

"c'mon, cum all over this fuckin' dick," he groans, pressing wet kisses all over your jaw and neck, licking away the drops of sweat that gather there. "soak my cock."

and, oh, you do.

ran feels you drench him in slick, pussy so wet he thinks he could drown in it. you tighten impossibly around him, and for a slight second he thinks you might push him right out of you.

all this time, he never stops fucking back into you, determined to prolong your high, to hear you whine and cry even more than you are right now.

you'd be one lucky bride if your makeup isn't melting down your face.

"ahh, yeah, shit, shit," he croaks, eyes tight and face screwed up in pleasure.

ran pulls out abruptly as soon as you come down from your high, slipping out of your wet cunt only so he can blow his entire load all over your veil. coating the lacy material in spurts of his hot cum.

"r-ran! what the fuck!" you squeal, face turned to look back at him in shock.

he groans shamelessly, hand working over his dick to make sure every last drop is out, only then does he slump over you with a stupid smile on his face.

"jus' needed to mark my territory." he says, face tucked into your neck. "what?"

you furrow your brows. "what do you mean 'what?' are you serious right now?!"

he doesn't even look sorry. "hell yeah. 'so hot knowing my cum is on my wife's veil."

"you're disgusting."

"i know."

"you're getting me a new one." you demand.

"anything my wife wants, she gets."

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IM SO SORRY FOR THE LAST PART ASJDBAKBD thank you for reading!!1