#STOP IT WHY DO ALL OF THEM HAVE SLUTTY NECKS

[lifemod17]

Trying (and failing) to be normal about the PEELED NECK

📸: adamross

[jayybugg]

warnings: slight, unsaid breeding kink. begging konig to nut in you. he is also kind of obsessed with you.

just a small blurb about konig, it's been sitting in my drafts for a long time. teehee.

word count: 423

Konig had no self-control. Once he experienced something that he enjoyed, then he would indulge it to the extreme. When he tasted a good snack, he brought them in bulk, or when he ate you out for the first time, it took all your strength to push Konig’s head away after hours of his tongue exploring your folds.

He was obsessed with everything about you, which Konig learned very early on. He was so obsessed that he would indulge in anything pertaining to you.

That’s why he never fucked you raw. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from cumming inside of you at any given moment if he ever got to feel your slick pussy wrapped around his cock. He promised you that he trusted you and that he just wanted to make sure that there were no slip-ups.

Konig didn’t know that with one soft whine and big puppy dog eyes, you would break his foil-proof plan. You were so desperate for him when he walked through the door, basically ripping his pants off. You told him to just “pull out” when he said that he didn’t stop at the store to buy condoms.

That’s how he ended with having you folded into the meanest mating press, slamming into you raw. It was a new feeling, a great feeling. A feeling that Konig needed to feel all the time. The bed squeaked and creaked at each thrust, Konig’s large hands gripping your thighs tightly as he groaned into your neck.

“S-Such a slutty pussy you have, meine liebe.” Konig whimpered into your ear, “You just couldn’t wait for me to g-go get some condoms, could you?”

Your mind was blank, getting more mindless with each thrust. You babbled out utter nonsense, your nails digging into Konig’s back. “Answer me.” He grunted, “You wanted this. You wanted me to fuck you raw, so I could fill you up, didn’t you? You want me to knock you up?”

He lifted his head and upper body a bit to wrap his hand around your neck, giving it a firm squeeze. “Yes, p-please, cum in me. Fuck, knock me up.” You crossed your ankles behind his head.

Konig’s brain was short-circuiting, you were so wet and gripping him so tightly. How was he supposed to deny you what you wanted? His precious girl wanted him to fill her up then he was going to do it.

And truly what was the worst that could happen if he fucked his seed into you all the time?

[theweirdonelmstreet]

yandere popular girl, who at first didn’t like you and always trash talked you!

yandere popular girl, who gets mad when other people make fun of your looks and body! no one gets to disrespect you like that!

yandere popular girl, who beats up anyone for you! what’s that on her shirt? oh it’s just ketchup!

yandere popular girl, who loves to play with your hair! (she also steals all of your shampoo and conditioner)

yandere popular girl, who loves to put her face in between your plush thighs! please squeeze her face a little harder!

yandere popular girl, who secretly wants you to sit on her face! she’s just embarrassed to ask!

yandere popular girl, who loves scissoring with you! keep rubbing against her just like that!

yandere popular girl, who moans so loudly when you eat her pussy! just gag her with your fingers or panties, you can tell she loves it especially when she starts to moan louder!

yandere popular girl, who stalks you everyday! she’s just making sure you get home safe!

yandere popular girl, who steals your panties and humps them while she moans your name!

yandere popular girl, who loves pda! she kisses your neck and lips in public all the time! she might pull you away to eat your sweet pussy!

yandere popular girl, who loves to wear a strap and spread your pretty fat pussy open on it! watching you fall apart and cum all over it!

“You look so cute, making a mess everywhere pretty girl!”

she also loves when it’s her turn to get her pussy opened up by you! making her, a drooling slutty mess!

yandere popular girl, who loves to spoil you, and buy you new clothes every day!

yandere popular girl, who will always reassure you, so stop trying to hide yourself from her!

yandere popular girl, who hates when y’all argue, please don’t be mad at her! she promises she didn’t mean to kill that guy, he was looking at you funny!

yandere popular girl, who hates it even more when you ignore her. why aren’t you responding to her messages?, why did you ignore her calling you?, are you cheating on her? she’ll kill whoever it is..

yandere popular girl, who shows up at your house unannounced, and when you try to close the door she forces herself inside. do you not love her anymore? please don’t leave her!

yandere popular girl, who gets on her knees and starts begging for forgiveness. she’ll do anything, just for you not to ignore her!

yandere popular girl, who decided that your going home with her, whether you like it or not!

yandere popular girl, who makes sure that her house is nice and comfortable for you! do you like the bed? she picked it out in your favorite color(s). who likes to hand feed you! don’t be brat, swallow the food or she’ll have to force you.

yandere popular girl, who watches you shower, and slips her fingers inside her warm wet cunt and starts to play with her clit! who has to stifle her moans when you bend over, giving her the perfect view of your tight wet pussy and fat ass!

yandere popular girl, who loves to watch you play with your fat pussy! the way your fingers slide in and out of you makes her eyes roll back! then when you switch positions and put your ass in the air, it gives her the perfect view! oh how badly she wishes to hump your perfect cunt against hers!

she eventually goes to her room and starts to play with her pussy too! fantasizing about you 69ing with her and putting your full weight on her and suffocating her face in your fat cunt! she’s so desperate for you!

yandere popular girl, who never forces herself on you, waiting patiently till you want to be intimate again!

but when the day comes, she gets so happy that you spread your legs open for her to have a taste! she dives right in, pulling your panties to the side and enjoying her meal! use her and make a mess everywhere please! she’s begging you to use her like the slut she is!

yandere popular girl, who does get her wish for you to sit on her face!(wont go in full detail unless asked)

yandere popular girl, who will NEVER let you leave her! she’ll just hire some people to hunt you down if you even try it!

(ugh i just can’t stop thinking about her!)

lowercase writing is intentional

[entitled-fangirl]

As long as she's comfortable.

Cregan Stark x reader

SMUT

18+ bruh

Summary: Cregan helps the reader overcome her guilt of needing to please him at all times.

Warnings: Dom!Cregan, p in v, fingering, turns non-con for a moment, idk this is slutty as hell

A/n: This is based on an ask! and this.

Masterlist

ADULT ACTIVITIES UNDER THE CUT GUYS

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She buried her face in Cregan's neck as she let out a low groan. 

His fingers had been buried inside her longer than she wanted them to be. 

But he had to guarantee she was ready for him.

The Lord and Lady of Winterfell had been married a couple months now, and they were as deeply in love as they were on their wedding. 

"Cregan…" she whispered in his neck.

He let out a low groan, "I know, I know."

He pulled his hand from her with a grin, "Sit up."

Her brows furrow, "Wh… Cregan…?"

"I know." He twists an arm around her back to help her sit up, "It's a bit different. But, do trust me."

She nodded and pulled herself up as he had asked.

"Now, on your knees, back to me."

"But then I cannot see you."

He lets out a light chuckle, "Trust me. You'll still feel me all the same."

Confused, she pushes herself to her knees, turning around and looking over her shoulder at him, "And what now?"

"Up onto your knees completely, now."

"Up? Onto…" She pulled her body up onto her knees on the furs.

He let out a coo of praise, "Good. Like that. Elbows on the bed."

"No. Cregan, what…?"

His hand came from behind her to the side of her hip, "Elbows down, pretty."

"I'll feel ridiculous."

He pushed himself up onto his knees, pulling her against his chest, "Have I ever made you feel that way?"

"Well, no-"

"-Then why would I now?" His hand moved from her waist to her stomach and she felt that familiar feeling return to her core as his hand trailed lower. 

She let out a soft groan and moved her hands to the bed, lowering her elbows down to the bed. 

Cregan let out a sinful groan as he leaned back to look at her now, "Fuck."

His hands now wandering to her arse in front of him, chuckling when she let out a small squeak.

One hand dipped lower, entering a finger into her once more. 

A soft breath escaped her and she shifted on her arms.

"Feels different this way, doesn't it?" Cregan cooed. 

She let out a shaky nod, "So… so good, Cregan."

He pulled his hand from her. He took her hips in his hands and began to line himself up with her, "Just like usual, pretty. Easy does it."

As he slowly moved into her, she let out an immediate moan. The stretch burned like it always did but at a new angle. 

Cregan groaned not long after her, bottoming out quickly, his tailbone meeting the back of hers. 

She could feel his breath in her hair. His voice was low and hushed now that was near her ear, "You alright?"

Her eyes closed for a moment and she hummed, "yeah… you can… please…"

A soft kiss was placed as the back of her ear before he began to move. 

A sharp intake of breath and her mouth was left agape and the new angle he stretched in her. 

Cregan's eyes screwed shut, savoring the slow rhythm he set. 

"Cr… please… please faster…"

He began to move faster, their moans drowning out the sound of his hips thrusting against hers.

Cregan pulls his torso away from her to hold her hips steady and properly thrust into her. 

She let out a downright scream at it.

"Gods, this is…" Cregan paused, "This is per… You are perfect."

"Don't stop… Don't-"

"I'm not stopping until we're done," he growled. 

The moans filled the large chamber of Winterfell, not caring if the servant and staff heard a word of it. 

They were newly-weds. The entire castle had heard the two of them at some point. 

Cregan couldn't even name every surface they had fucked on.

There was a point in it every time that Cregan grew rather primal, eagerly chasing his high once it felt manageable. 

He was there as of now. 

He grunted as his thrusts quickened. 

The quickening had lost her. 

Her head snapped up to look at the headboard. 

"So good. So good." He groaned. 

Her brows pinched together, now noting the uncomfortable feeling. The sweat that gleamed on her forehead and the clammy feeling of skin on skin. 

"Doing alright, pretty?" He asked in a pant. 

She grunted and nodded, staring at the headboard of their bed. 

She can't tell him. 

His movements continue and she bares them, taking them each thrust at a time. 

Her arms were growing tired, her knees aching. 

Her mother, when giving her the speech about marital acts, told her never to make demands of a man in bed. To be a wife is to take what he gives you willingly. 

Giving Cregan whatever he wanted was not a hard task. 

It shouldn't be a hard task. 

A moan came from him, "Gods, pretty, I'm close."

She quietly thanked the gods. 

He leaned up against her back, reaching forward and running his hand down her arm. His fingers brushed the back of her hand, and when they reached her fingers, he interlocked them, grabbing at the furs underneath them. 

The hands are directly below her head, and she rests her forehead on them. 

Her breathing is staggered as she tries to collect herself. 

His hips buck roughly once, and she lets out a hiccup.

The tipping point. 

Cregan feels a single tear drip onto his hand.

His hips come to a stop. "Wait."

She sniffles against his hand, "No, no. Keep going."

He lets out a disapproving hum, "C'mere. Let me see you."

When he tries to pull his hand from hers, her other hand tries to grip it. She lays desperate kisses on the top of his hand, "It's fine. Please."

He grunts, pulling himself from her to sit back on his legs with a concerned gaze.

She lays unmoving, as if waiting for a punishment of sorts. 

"I said c'mere, lovely."

She looks down at her hands which now begin to shake. 

One of his hands moved to her hip, pushing and knocking her onto her side before he crawled onto her and trapped her on her bed. 

Her eyes were red and puffy with unshed tears. 

"Why are you upset?" He asked in concern.

"I'm not," she lied. "These are… these are good tears."

His hand moved her up to caress her cheek, rubbing a thumb over the skin as he searched in her eyes, "These are not the same tears."

"No, it's-"

"-If you did not enjoy it, why did you not tell me?" He said with a furrowed brow.

"I did!" She whined. "Well… I was."

A silence filled them before he sighed and nodded his head, "But I got carried away."

She shook her head, "No, no." She reached out and pulled her face to him, "You should keep going." She connected her lips with his desperately.

He let out an angered groan as he pulled himself away from her, sitting up and further from her with an offended gaze, "How dare you!"

She sat up with him. Her hand reached to the furs, beginning to pull them up to cover her breasts, "You were so close, and we can still-"

"NO!" He yelled.

She gasped sharply and flinched as more hot tears came to her eyes, "I don't understand."

"Why ever would you…?" He stood from the bed in anger and began to redress. "Why would you ever let me do that to you?"

"I am trying to be a good wife!" She yelled.

"I am trying to be a good husband!" He yelled back in the same manner. 

The room went quiet, save for the sounds of her sobs echoing off the walls. 

They were driving him crazy. 

He continued dressing, now in his trousers. He bit his lip with a sigh. His voice softened, "Did you… Did you enjoy it at all?"

"I did." She sniffled, "I did… at the beginning."

"I am not mad at you for not liking it." He finally said. 

"Then why… why are you yelling at me?" 

His anger flared up again, "Because you…" He forced himself to take a deep breath and speak again with a softer and lower tone, "I do not understand your reasoning for trying to continue even after you found no pleasure."

Her brows furrowed and her mouth opened and closed a few times trying to find the right words, "Pleasure is not… what I'm… for."

His head cocked to the side as he neared the bed, "I'm sorry?"

"No, that is not right." She looked up in thought. "I am here.. to please you. And that is all."

He wanted to scoff. He wanted to laugh, even. What a stupid thought. But he kept an even head and sat on the bed, facing her, "Do you truly believe that?"

She wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks and she nodded.

Cregan couldn't stop the long sigh that escaped him. He wasn't actually expecting this answer. He ran a hand over the bottom half of his face. 

The silence became all consuming.

Finally, his voice was softer than she'd ever heard it.

"How horrible of a man would I be if every time I looked at my child, I remembered the time I impregnated my wife while she sat in tears?"

His eyes trailed up slowly to meet hers, a hollow look in his eyes. 

She couldn't will herself to even open her mouth at that. 

His hand slowly reached out to hers, squeezing it. "If you lose pleasure while we are intimate, you must tell me."

She shook her head in confusion, "I… I don't understand."

His voice grew gruffer, "Who told you that you couldn't tell me? What ever gave you that impression?"

"Well, it's not-"

"Have I ever denied a wish from you?"

"Well, no-"

He leaned in closer, "Have I ever been angered about something that you want?"

"No-"

"Do you not trust me?"

"Cregan, I do-"

"Then where did this come from?"

Their faces close now, she could study ever freckle on his face. She didn't want to tell him. She really didn't. 

He raised his brows, "Well?"

"My mother."

An immediate sigh escaped him again, "Ah."

She bit her cheek, still waiting for a punishment of some sort.

He leaned the rest of the way and kissed her cheek, "How about a bath?"

"A bath?" She asked in confusion.

"We should clean ourselves. I want to bathe with you." He leans down to catch her eyes with his, "Is that alright?"

She couldn't help the small smile that rose to her lips, "Yes. That… that sounds nice."

…

She felt herself completely relaxed against Cregan's chest in the tub, the water warm and calming.

His fingers traced patters on her forearm softly. 

"Forgive me," he finally whispered.

She hummed, "Why?"

"I did not even noticed you were not comfortable. Too lost in myself. I vow to be more giving to you-"

"You are very giving to me, Cregan, I promise."

"Let me earn your trust back."

She let out a soft chuckle against him, "Fine. Fine, yes. Yes, you may."

A chuckle came from his chest. "Thank you."

Another soft silence.

"I do not want you to listen to you mum anymore." Cregan spoke out to the silence. "What she said was wrong. And I'm quite ashamed that you even believe it. As if I would do such a thing to you."

"Then what am I supposed to do?"

"Listen to me now," he hummed against her ear. "You can tell me what you want. When to stop. Where to move. Yes, I want heirs. But not over your own pleasure." His voice lowered, "If you told me in this moment to never touch you again, I would respect it. Heir or no heir, you're my wife. I do not care for the rest of things even remotely as much."

A grin tugged at her lips and her hand dipped under the water to find his hand, "I can tell you anything?"

He followed her train of thought and chuckled, a husky tone coming to his voice in her ear, "I'll do whatever you want me to do." His grin grew, "How about tonight… I do anything you want?"

Her eyes lit up, "Anything I want?"

He kissed the back of her ear gently, "Anything."

A giggle erupted from her lips and she turned herself around in the tub to look at him, "Get up, then."

His eyebrows shot up, "Now?"

She leaned to him, kissing him softly, "Now. I have much in mind."

Cregan found himself turned on suddenly by this demanding girl that had taken over his wife.

And he wouldn't complain one bit.

As long as she's comfortable.

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Tag: @snowsilverlining

[chillinglyadventurous]

A Real Treat

“Leave the bowl on the porch,” he said between kisses placed on your shoulder.

Word count: 1,387

Tags: NSFW, MDNI

“Which one of you is going out with the twins?” You called into the living room from the kitchen, dumping candy into the large plastic bowl on the counter. You pulled out a Twix, unwrapping it before popping it into your mouth. “I don’t want what happened on Summerween to repeat itself.”

You could hear Dipper and Mabel shuffling around in the attic, fighting over whether they should be ketchup and mustard or salt and pepper. You laughed when you heard Mabel yell, “Why do we always have to be food?!”

You were kind of glad you weren’t going with them. You’d be up and down all night giving out candy, but the ruby red slippers you were wearing were not conducive to the weather despite hitting mid-calf, so you carried your bowl into the living room to find Ford. He stood by the fish tank and just the sight of him made you laugh. His hair was a mess and the white lab coat he was wearing was splotched in fake blood. Well, you hoped it was fake. He was really leaning into the whole mad scientist thing.

Ford smiled when you came into the room, placing your bowl on the t-Rex skull. “You look beautiful.”

“It was the only women’s costume that didn’t make me look like a slut,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “Why is it that women’s costumes have to be slutty? It's freezing too! Who wants to be wearing basically nothing and freeze all night?”

He kissed your forehead, hand falling to your hip. “I could keep you warm.” His voice in your ear caused a shiver to roll down your spine. That wicked grin faded when Stan and the kids came down the stairs. “Ah, Stanley, what are you supposed to be?”

You clocked the striped suit. Stan’s face was painted white, eyes blacked out. You stepped back from Ford’s hold. “Beetlejuice.”

“Who?” Ford laughed. “Who is Beetlejuice?”

Mabel’s jaw dropped, “If one of you says that again, I’m going to lose it.”

“Beetlejuice!” Dipper shouted.

Stan gave an annoyed huff. “Okay, losers, stop that.” He ruffled ketchup’s and mustard’s hair, “You condiments ready to hit the road? I’ve scoped out the best neighborhood. If we get there early, we have a seventy-five percent greater chance of snaggin’ some full-size candy bars. I’m not playing around with that fun-sized crap this year.”

“Have fun,” you laughed, “and, Stan, please don’t let them eat all of their candy tonight. You’re not the one who has to take care of sick kids in the morning.”

Stan waved you off. “Yeah, yeah, you young people and this health craze. Whatever. What happened to stuffing your face with sugar and no consequences, huh?”

“I’m 30.”

“Yeah,” Stan sputtered, “young.”

“Bye, [Y/N]!” Dipper and Mabel called as the sprinted out the door.

Stan waved over his shoulder. “Have fun handin’ out candy, nerds.”

When the door slammed shut you gave a sigh of relief, thankful that you wouldn’t have to deal with the chaos this time. Summerween had been a nightmare.

You laughed, arms winding around Ford’s neck again. “Why is it that your brother can do math when it comes to money and candy, but nothing else?

He shrugged in response. Your words quickly forgotten. “So,” Ford leaned into your hold, “who is Beetlejuice?”

“It’s a movie,” you said simply. “We can watch it when they get back. It came out in 1988, so you just missed it.”

For the most part, you and Ford took turns handing out candy to the kids who dared to traverse the spooky and dangerous, if you were being honest, maze Stan had set up in the front yard. When you weren’t handing out candy, however, you were draped over your boyfriend who’s six fingers kept trying to sneak their way up the hem of your dress as a slasher film played on screen. His plans were thwarted with each knock on the door.

“You’re turn,” he huffed. He helped you stand, hand grazing up the back of your thigh as you stood.

You could feel his eyes peeling away at your clothes as you walked to the door. It made you blush. You tried to forget the way his teasing hands felt on your legs, the way he did his best to seem sly enough for you not to notice.

You opened the door to see four children dressed as a witch, a fairy, a ghost, and a vampire. “Wow,” you gushed, “you guys look great!”

“Trick or treat!”

You gave them each a large handful of candy. You smiled, hoping your two trick-or-treaters were having just as much fun as the kids sprinted away from the door and into the darkness. Still, you just hoped some candy monster wasn’t stalking Dipper and Mabel. That was a mess.

Two hands taking hold of your waist pulled you out of thought. “Leave the bowl on the porch,” he said between kisses placed on your shoulder. His arms snaked around you as Ford rested his chin on your shoulder. “ His fingers fiddled with the braids in your hair.

“It’s almost 9:00,” you sighed as you pressed back into him. “The kids will be home soon.”

“All the more reason to leave the bowl on the porch.”

He looked so mischievous when you turned around in his arms. Before you could speak, he lifted you off your feet, the door slamming shut. Your legs were tightened around his waist. His face was pressed firmly to your neck, kisses dropped haphazardly as he carried you through the Shack. You thanked the Ford who built this house all those years ago for not putting his bedroom too far from the front door when he dropped you onto the mattress.

“Based on Stan’s plans for the evening,” his voice was gruff as he pushed up the hem on your dress, “we have approximately twenty minutes.”

He didn’t bother to undress himself, sliding your panties down your legs. No time to respond, he hitched your right leg over his shoulder, pinning your left knee to the mattress. “You look good enough to eat,” he chuckled, sliding down your body. “A real treat.”

He disappeared beneath your dress, his tongue on you. You gave a shaking moan. His tongue swirling and dipping inside of you. You sighed his name as you felt two of his digits slip inside of you, hitting that spot with a simple curl. Just as you were teetering on the edge, your name spilling out of your mouth like a prayer, he pulled away. Wet kisses were worked up your whole body.

With a rushed brush of his lips against yours, you felt him push inside of you. Twin gasps escaped the two of you and you loved that sound. Everytime you found yourself with him between your legs, that sound was always your favorite.

He stayed still for a long while, enjoying the feeling of your warmth around his length, the way your walls fluttered around him, how wet you were for him without much effort. “You’re stunning,” he punctuated his words with a deep kiss to your lips.

As his hips rocked into you, you held tight to him. You didn’t care about the sticky fake blood across his lab coat that had begun to coat your thighs. You’d be covered in it by the time this was over, but you couldn’t care less.

“We have to make this quick.” You were already there. Painfully, you waited for that single thrust that would finally make you cum. “Please, Stanford.”

It was hard, upward thrust right into your G-spot and you came undone. He ignored your moans, you begs for him to never stop. He fucked you through it until you were pliable and limp against the sheets. That was when his rhythm falters, a sharp ‘fuck’ falling from his mouth against your cheek.

Neither of you had a chance to catch your breath before you heard Stan grumbling outside. “Why’s the candy bowl outside?” Both you and Ford jumped up. He followed you into the living room, zipping his pants as he went.

“Hey,” you grinned, feigning innocence, “get a good haul?” Ford’s hand found the small of your back, unable to resist touching you.

[makelemonade]

straight horny to your request, so basically arranged mirage with neuvillette and wriothesley (separately) BUT! they gain baby fever 😋 write anything you have in mind, thank you 🫡

arranged marriage + baby fever

wrio, Neuvillette - fem + AFAB reader

I suck at titles LOL and it’s kinda short I am so sorry 🙏🏽 this is my first time writing baby fever idk if I did good but WHATEVA

Wriothesley

- I won’t lie to you…I barely know his character LOL uhm…

-like I’m at the part in the archon quest where we just met him

-so I hope this is like…okay

-I’d assume that Neuvillette maybe put you two together, seemingly as a duke needed his duchess. After all his complaining about being an independent man he finally agrees to the marriage.

-at first he’s not really fond of you. Sure, he’s nice to you, but don’t see it as anyrbing more. He still has a job to do.

-but then he really takes into consideration just how sweet you are for him- you’re so obedient and it starts to drive him crazy

-you always have his tea ready for him and he can’t lie when it comes to the fact that maybe he is starting to like you

-and god the way you know how to massage him, whether it be his back, arms, legs, neck- it fucking drives him crazy

-so naturally you start to massage his dick too.

-he loves to make love to you and fuck you- yes they are two completely different things to him. he babbles about how grateful he is to have such a slutty and obedient wife like you

-he LOVES to call you “my wife” when he fucks you, and he loves to think back to when he was so against it and he’ll slap himself because who would not want such a good wife like you?!?

-it means your his, and he loves it.

-what drives him absolutely insane is when he sees you with Sigewinne; you’re so caring, attentative and always so helpful to her that he starts to let his mind wander

-he thinks you’ll look cute with a swollen belly, one he can rub everyday. He imagines what your kids will look like- will they act like you? have your eyes? his hair?

-he needed to fuck a baby into you, and stat.

-he will waste no time in dragging you away to his office or really anywhere in the fortress to breed you…!

“fuuuck baby,” He drawls out his groan, hiking your legs further up his shoulder while also pushing them down as your pushed deeper into his desk.

“so- so goddamn cute, agh! helping Sigewinne and being such a good mommy…”

“Nghh~ oh! Wr-wrio!” You gasp when you feel hot ropes of his cum begin to fill you up, and he makes no move to stop.

He watched the way your tits bounced as he fucked into you, and he moved one hand up to grope at them, imaging how swollen they’d be later in the future, and how he’d get to massage them for you…

“Gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart! Needa fill you up…breed you! and you won’t waste anything. Right, you’ll be my good wife…”

Neuvillette

-MY MANNNNNNNNNN

-okay I’d imagine that Furina def arranged this marriage and let me tell u he was NOT AGAINST IT

-why would he be?!? you were gorgeous, adorable, kind, sweet- everything he’d ever imagine for his beloved to be so of course naturally he’s gonna develop these feelings for you

-he watches how you treat people and is so grateful to be able to call you his wife that when he’s talking to other people, he doesn’t even use your name and just tends to say “my wife”

-in full honesty, he also acts like that for another reason; he feels like he owns you with it- that your his

-your his to kiss, find comfort in, talk to, cry to, fuck, make love to, breed- everything! You were his and only his

-and the way you acted with the melusines….how sweet you were to them…his dragon instincts came out insanely.

-you were so kind to them, always helping them with everything and of course with him basically being their dad they start to see you as a mom too 🥺

-one night, he just can’t help it anymore and he’ll force you down in the bed, not letting you move so he can get all of his cum in you.

“Agh! Darling, stay still…” He grunted, pressing a kiss to the love of your ear as he roughly and passionately rolled his hips into yours, his fat cock hitting all the right spots.

“Such a good wife, aren’t you, my dear?”

You couldn’t answer, too fucked out on his cock but also his cum. He’d came multiple times in the last hour and honestly you couldn’t even remember your own name.

“You’ll take it all, right? You’ll let me breed you, fill you up, make you my mate! Hah…”

“Y-yes!” You gasped, holding onto him for dear life. “Breed me…f-fill me up!”

That sentence alone is enough to make him go haywire and he moans as he cums for the nth time, his seed spurring around the edges as he continued to fuck into you.

And when you find a hydro mark embedded on your pelvis, he’ll know you’re officially his mate <3

[soobinsonly1bf]

soobin + cockwarming while on discord with his friends

warnings: nsfw, gn!reader, reader's genitals are also not specified, softdom!soobin, sub!reader, cockwarming, in the end they fuck, kinda exhibitionism??, a little bit of humiliation, everything is consensual tho, unprotected sex, use of pull out method (guys, remember to always use protection!!!), they're so in love fr

!!nsfw under the cut, minors dni!!

it was always like this, soobin playing video games and talking with his friends on discord, while you were bored to death. but you still agreed to visit him every time he asked, knowing damn well he's not even gonna pay attention to you.

well, this time was different tho... a little bit too different, but both of you didn't mind it at all.

"be quiet." he shushed you. his hands on your hips, holding you in place and making it impossible for you to move. his dick deep inside you, making your eyes full of tears. his big cock inside of you were able to make you sob, even without moving at all.

"soobin- please..." you kept on pleading, as quiet as you could. you couldn't take it anymore. how can he be inside, but don't move? pure torture. his headphones were still on his head and the microphone was catching every little sound. goddamn his new headphones, why couldn't he keep his old ones?

"you want them to hear or what?" he asked, not even lowering his tone, with an innocent smile. it made you clench around him, you really couldn't help it... and he couldn't help the groan leaving his mouth for all of the voice chat to hear.

you could hear the questions from his friends, screaming loud enough for you to hear from his headphones. you knew his friends and did it made you even more turned on? of course it did, no matter how embarrassing it was.

your boyfriend was balls deep inside of you while on voice chat with his friends. friends that you met countless times. friends that thought of you as a smart, kinda nerdy, just like soobin, and innocent person.

but what will it be now? will they think you're a slut? just a pathetic slut that can't even leave their boyfriend alone for half an hour and just has to sit on his cock? even when he's talking with his friends? are you seriously that much of a whore that you just can't help, but need him inside of you?

"fuck, baby... calm down. don't tell me you're getting off to this?" now it was just straight up humiliating, but you knew he wasn't wrong at all. but did he seriously needed to tell his friends how much you're clenching around him now? "you like it? that my friends are gonna know how slutty you really are?" he continued, smirking down at you.

it was too much, you couldn't stand it anymore. little did you know it's not the end of his teasing, if you can still call it teasing. he took off the headphones from his head and put it on you. you froze as you heard his friends' comments.

"don't tell me soobin's seriously...", "i'm sorry, but why is it hot as hell", "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON", "at this point you can just turn on the camera too" you recognized their voices, you knew who they were and they knew you too. humiliating.

"stop..." you whined, your face now burried in the crook of his neck, the headphones dropped on the floor.

he suddenly looked worried. he took your cheeks in his hands. "shit, wait, did you meant it seriously? was it too much? god, i'm so sorry, i-" he was in panic now and you couldn't help, but giggle.

it was nice to see his usual self getting back once he thinks you're uncomfortable. because, of course, you two talked about it before starting. he would never do anything like that without your consent and it made your heart melt every time you remembered how soft he truly is.

"soobin, hey, it's alright... i just- yeah, let's end it now, okay?" you said reassuringly and he immidiately hung up from the call.

"i'm so, so sorry, baby... have i done too much? do you want to-"

"soobin, respectfully, shut the fuck up and fuck me already." you interrupted him and moved your hips, making him groan.

"shit, so you seriously liked all of this?" he asked with a soft chuckle.

soon you were both laying on his bed, him on top of you, his cock already inside. your chest pressed into the mattress and your back arched, a little bit painfully. you didn't minded it, because you felt soobin going in and out of you, leaving you with your mouth wide open.

"yeah, just like that, you're doing so good for me... and earlier you took it all so well... you really liked being heard, didn't you? fuck, i love you so much..." he continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear, getting you closer and closer to the edge.

you didn't left him in silence, also mumbling a lot of "i love you"'s every few seconds. your legs felt so weird, you were sure that if soobin stopped holding you, you would fall completely to the mattress.

soon the wave of pleasure finally hit you, making your legs shake more than they already were. you let out a loud moan, probably too loud, but both of you felt too good to care. soobin continued thrusting into you, still chasing his release.

"so pretty..." he whispered before he pulled out and started stroking himself, soon cumming on your lower back and laying right next to you.

you took his hand in yours and smiled softly at him. you felt tired, but not too tired to annoy him a little bit. "i love you... but i'm not cockwarming you ever again."

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a/n: I'M SORRY, BUT I JUST NEEDED TO WRITE THIS, IT WAS IN MY MIND FOR TOO LONG... but yeah, here's my debut on tumblr lmaoo

[yumekojabaml]

Slutty brother— Rengoku x male brother reader

author's purpose: Redo since I deleted it on accident. Cashapp me! LINK

Tw: incest, blowjob, threesome, ftm reader, Double penetration.

Kyojuro and Shinjuro used you for sex a lot of times oh how it felt so good to have them inside of you then rearranging your inside gosh it just makes you wanna finger yourself just by the thought of it~

Kyojuro got back from patrol and needed some steam to be let out he grabbed you and to you to his room. “K-kyojiro you said that you wouldn't do this anymore?” Kyojuro kissed your neck making you moan in pleasure. “I'm sorry brother I can't help it I've been dying to fuck you I can tell you miss my cock, don't you?” He wasn't wrong you did missed being filled up by him. He took off his clothes and told you to get on your knees.

“Open wide.” Opening your mouth he stuck his big cock in your mouth making you gag. He moved in and out while moaning. “Brother your tongue in so smooth it just makes me wanna cum but I’m not going to give you the pleasure. “Kyojuro smirked grabbing your head to go deeper inside your mouth. While he was doing this and you weren't paying attention to the Shoji door. Shinjuro walked in look at his son stuffing his cock inside is other other son. Shinjuro also took his clothes off and bent down behind. “Such a slut sucking off your brother like a good little boy you are.” Spoke Shinjuro thrusting his cock into your tight hole.

“NGH~ f-fuck~ S-so big~ mhj~” You moaned biting your lip. “I didn't tell you to stop sucking did I?” Kyojuro grabbed your chin. “Sorry, big brother mhh~ I’ll keep sucking hng~” Shinjuri was going at it no wonder why Ruka went for another round this man was something.

He started going faster." DADDY~ FUCK GO SLOWER~ AHH~ mHm~" Shinjuro didn't listen and continued going faster and faster.

"You want me to go slower never your going to take every inch of my cock and your gonna like it Aa~ mha~ your s-so tight~ f-Fuck I'm gonna c-cum shit~" Kyojuro and Shinjuro went faster by the second moaning in pleasure.

Ahh~mnMn~ gah~ I gonna-" DONT YOU DARE CUM UNLESS I SAY SO~ MHM FUCK YEAH~" He continued to thrust harder making you cry in pain and pleasure.

"FUCK BABY IM GOMNA CUM IM GONNA~ I'M GONNA PUT A BABY INSIDE OF YOU~" Kyojuri moaned Fucking your mouth harder."p-please j-just cum." Mhg~ beg for it~"

"Please~mgh~I need your c-cum I need it b-bad please d-daddy I want it inside of me~" Shinjuro chuckled." Good boy~ now I'm going to give you all of my load~"

In each thrust, cum came from there cock Kyojuro grabbed your head and sprayed some cum in your mouth.

They should use you more often since they kinda stopped doing it after a while.

(YOU GUYS MAY REQUEST ANYTHING FROM ME)

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Shower Sex (Chris)

Request: none

Warnings: getting caught masturbating, shower sex (obvi), super cringe, daddy kink

A/N: this was one of the fics i wrote very early on so I apologize if it’s bad. SO SORRY ITS POSTED SO LATE IVE BEEN SO BUSY TODAY

Y/n’s pov

I had just taken a shower and got out, going to grab my blow dryer brush to dry my hair but yet again Chris had stolen it. I rolled my eyes and put my robe on as I went down the hall to Chris’ room to get it back. I could hear his music playing and I assumed he’d be in the corner gaming, so I just walked straight into his bathroom but I was met by sight I was most definitely not expecting to see, all I can say is thank god for glass showers.

There Chris was in the shower, dick in hand as he leaned against the wall. “Oh shit, yeah just like that baby, suck my fucking dick Y/n!” I was shocked to hear him moaning my name. I gasped making his hand still and eyes shoot open “Y/n! What the fuck are you doing, how long have you been standing there!? Get out!” I looked down at his hard cock before looking up at his flushed face with a cheesy grin. “Do you really want me to get out? Because it sure didn’t sound like that a second ago.” I teased as I walked closer to the shower door.

“St-stop, why are you here?” he nervously asked “Well I was coming to get my blow dryer but I think I like this distraction better.” I said as I loosened my short robe. “Shut up.” Chris opened the shower door, no longer embarrassed but 10x hornier “You know my name sounds pretty good coming out of your mouth, wonder how it would sound coming from above me.” I loosened my robe a little more, so it was now barely covering my tits.

Chris unties my robe and pushes it off my shoulders, grabbing my arm and yanking me it to shower. He closes the shower door before wrapping his hand around my throat and slamming me against the cold tile wall of the shower. “I thought I told you to fucking shut up. God, you’re such a whore, standing there watching me jack off.” he pressed himself against me and let go of my throat.

I quickly flipped us around catching him by surprise. “Wha-“ I smashed our lips together before he could finish. I pulled away quickly getting down on my knees “You wanted me to suck your dick, now’s your chance, slutty boy.” Chris’ dick visibly twitched at my words. He took his dick in his hand, tapping his tip against my lips, saying “Put your hands behind your back and open your fucking mouth.” I did as he said, sticking my tongue out. He roughly shoved his large cock into my mouth making me gag when the tip hit the back of my throat. I started bobbing my head up and down, sucking hard on the tip when Chris’ hand came to the back of my head forcing me to take the whole thing and holding me there for a moment. He started using his hand to decide the speed he wanted but quickly ended up using both hands to hold my head in place “Gonna fuck that slutty little mouth of yours princess.” he told me before thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth.

The sounds of Chris’ groans and me gagging quickly filled the shower as his tip kept hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck, just like that baby mhm sucking daddy’s cock so well!” His dirty talk caused me to moan around him causing his hips to sputter for a second before he pulled me off. “I don’t wanna cum just yet princess.” he told me while pulling me up by my hair. I was quickly pressed against the cold tile wall as Chris aggressively pressed his lips to mine in a hot and sloppy kiss. He brought my left leg up around his waist, running two fingers through my folds before shoving them inside. Chris’ fingers moved quickly in and out of me while he rubbed my clit and started sucking hickies onto my neck making me whine. “You think you’re for the real thing yet baby?” He whispered in my ear, “Please daddy, need your cock now!” I moaned.

Chris wasted no time, pulling his fingers out and shoving them into my mouth, “Go ahead baby, put daddy’s cock in you.” he instructed me. I lined Chris’ cock up with my hole before he thrust into me, his free hand helping me keep my left leg up. He started slowly thrusting into me as he left sloppy kisses along my neck and chest.

“You’re s-so big daddy, f-faster please.”I moaned making Chris pull away from my neck to look at me. He placed his lips onto mine, slightly biting my lip while squeezing hip tightly before he pulled away. “You want me to go faster baby?” he murmured against my lips.

I let out a whimper due to his slow trusts as an answer, “Yeah? Okay jump and I’ll fuck you faster.” I jumped and Chris caught me. He used the wall to help hold me up and started thrusting faster and harder making me a moan mess.

“Like that? God you’re such a fucking whore, my brothers are gonna hear you! Bet that’s what you want huh? You want Nick and Matt to hear you being fucked like a slut don’t you?” He said seductively while groaning. My moans and whines were pretty loud so the other two brothers had definitely heard me at this point. “Yes daddy, want them to hear you making me feel so good.” I whine/moaned out, Chris’ hand snaked between our body’s and he rubbed my clit.

My nails scratched down his back before I brought one up to pull on his hair, “Kiss me, please.” I begged. Chris quickly obliged as we started having a rough makeout session, licking and biting at each other’s mouths. His thrusts were getting more aggressive as both our moans grew increasingly louder “Fuck, you’re so tight for me baby! Gonna let me cum in that tight little cunt of yours?” he spoke against my ear.

“S-So close ca-can I please cum daddy? I’ve been a good girl for you, please!” I begged him in a whiny moan. “Go ahead, cum on my cock like the good little whore you are.” Chris responded with a smirk as his fingers rubbed my clit faster. I hid my head in Chris’ neck in an attempt to suppress my moans, failing as they were loud either way.

“Thank you daddy- ohh fuck I’m cumming!” I announced as a came around his cock. Chris was still chasing his own high, no longer rubbing my clit as he held onto my hips. Too focused on making himself cum he didn’t realize I was being overstimulated until I tightened around him again. “Fuck, I’m cumming again- mhm yes, shit!” I cried out.

I came for a second time “That’s my good girl, cumming on my cock twice tonight- fuck.” he praised in a growl as he came inside me. His hip’s stilled for a moment as we caught our breath before slowly pulling out. We both hissed at the feeling of being sensitive as he send me down onto my feet. My legs were slightly shaking and sore so I wrapped my arms around Chris’ neck for support.

His hands were still firmly planted on my waist as he pulled us away from the wall. Capturing my lips in a passionate kiss, full of so many emotions. “God, I love you Y/n! I’m not just saying that because we had sex, I mean I’m literally in love with you. I always have been and I always will be.” Chris confessed as we pulled away. “I love you too Chris, so fucking much.” I replied as I placed a soft kiss on his lips. This was definitely going to become more than we thought it would as after that we were basically inseparable.

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[mustangbby]

PREGNANCY CONFLICTS - boothill x reader

- boothill "passes" a few days after you announce your pregnancy. he's soon returned to you as a cyborg, and has a rough time with all of the realizations he discovers during your pregnancy.

- thank u guys sm for all the compliments im getting in my inbox about my idea and my writing i love every single one of u guysssss 💋 💋 and now the fic for my idea is finally here! i hope you guys enjoyyyyy

- mentions of insecurity, PREGNANCY, boothill is sad in this shdjfjsks so pretty much hurt no comfort in a very mild way, "M,d,y" means month, day, year, his way of death is not canon i made something up!!! wc 1.5k

Boothill has always talked about being a father. With how optimistic about your guys’ future he was, you could already tell he’d be a great, great father. So when you announced your pregnancy to him, he was ecstatic.

He spun you around in the air, putting you down to kiss you passionately. To him, all of his dreams have come true. As if you’ve given him a strong purpose in life, to not only protect you but to protect his little, and hopefully more to come.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into your shoulder as he held you tightly. “Thank you for giving me such an opportunity.”

But then a few days after you announced it to him, he went missing. You spent day and night trying to contact people, get cops on the case, and go out there with someone yourself and try to find him. The cops brought a necklace, splotched in blood, with your initials on it. Saying they found his body and it was barely recognizable. They knew it was him because of the necklace around his neck and the wedding band that was stuck on a stray tree branch.

As both of those were returned back to you, you felt as if you couldn’t look at them without absolutely breaking down. You were set under the impression that he was gone forever. You felt horrible- not only for yourself, but the life you assumed your baby would have, being born into a world where they only have a mother who's trying her absolute best to provide and make sure their life goes as smoothly as possible.

On the 16th week of your pregnancy was when you heard a knock on the door late at night. Who could it be at this hour? You irritatingly got up and walked over to see who would be there.

It was who you were least expecting.

Boothill.

You stood there, unable to register what was happening. You had a hand on your stomach and the other was gripping the door handle. He stopped and stared at you back before beginning to speak.

“Y/n,” he said, nearly a whisper before he took a step closer to you. You didn’t step back, which was a good thing in his eyes.

“Boothill? What- how- huh?” You were absolutely speechless, unable to register the man standing in front of you. He’s dressed a lot differently then how you last saw him- he looked so western. He was western before he was pronounced dead, the accent is what got you in the first place. He’d always go to bars and all of that.

But he never looked so… out of place.

You’ve never seen the boots he had on before. You’ve never seen those pants (why do they look so slutty?) and his shirt was a whole other thing.

But the thing that intrigued you the most was that he was still standing, alive in front of you, but with a fully metal body.

“Come in and explain yourself,” you sighed, turning around and leading him into the all-too-familiar place. It still smelled the same way it used to, flowers and vanilla. He sat down on the white couch, leaning back into the same fabric he knew all that time ago.

But the difference was, he couldn’t feel it.

“How are you here? There's no way you’re real,” you shake your head, standing up and leaning into his face. You grab his chin lightly, turning his head both way before running your hands through his still silky hair. “Answer my questions.”

“Alright, shoot em.”

“When did you get me pregnant?” You ask, still looking into his now different eyes.

“Four months ago. You should be 16 weeks now.”

You nodded. “When's my birthday…?”

“M,d,y.”

You nodded. He was on it, and it’s convincing you even more that he was your Boothill.

“Lastly, why are you metal?”

“My body was destroyed. Y’ probably remember it,” he looked down at his hands before bringing them up to your cheek. You slightly flinched from the chill before nodding for him to continue his story. “I don’t remember th’ exact details, but jus’ say it was a failed mission.”

You looked at him up and down before sitting beside him.

“D’you still… love me?” He mumbled, almost soft enough that you’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention.

You took a moment of silence before responding to his question. “Of course I do. You’re my husband, Boothill.”

To that he smiled and brought you into a strong kiss. One passionate and greedy- he’s been starved of you as you have of him for the past four months. Once he broke it off, you both connected your foreheads before going back into a full blown make out session.

Your pregnancy is incredibly taxing for the cyborg to handle. Instead of flesh and blood he has metal. He can’t feel you, and to him, it’s the worst feeling in the world. He truly wishes he could turn back time to right before the night of the accident.

He wishes he was able to return home safe, so he could be there for your whole pregnancy. He basically missed the entire first trimester!

At this point, you marked 32 weeks. Your pregnancy was very noticeable and Boothill took a lot of pride in being alongside you, shedding his insecurities as soon as he left the house.

He’s always been a very clingy man. He’s always wanted your touch and attention whenever he’d get home from whatever it was he’d do for work during the day, and he’d always receive it.

But now, he needs to use his head to feel you. He’s always found lying down on your stomach in his free time, so he can feel his child. He is unable to feel kicks with any other parts of his body, so he relies on that.

“‘Hill, I need to go to the bathroom. You might need to move in a second here-” you started, but he looked up at you and began to speak over you.

“Alright, alright… but’cha better come right back, please?”

You nodded before shuffling out of the bed, motioning for him to get up and help you off of the mattress and up on your feet. Once he easily pulls you up, he flops back down as he watches you close the door connected to your room.

He thought hard in those two minutes you were gone. Very hard. To the point he thought he was going to have a breakdown.

He regretted everything. He regretted engaging in the enemy's tricks. He regretted leaving you lonely for so long. And what he regrets most is returning to you like this.

A hunk of metal, who can be destroyed as many times as possible. He’ll always be able to have his body replaced. His head and hair were the only human thing about the man.

He believes you deserve so, so much better. You deserve a man who can live his life to the fullest and actually be able to be there for you during your vulnerable times, and not let grief get in the way. You deserve someone capable of giving you more children in the future, and he believes your baby deserves a dad who can be there for him and be normal.

He might even be worried about judgment. He’s not sure. He feels so emotional yet so dull at the same time.

“Boothill? Is everything alright? You’ve been staring at the same spot on the wall for the past minute,” you said from next to him. How did he not even realize your presence?

“Hah? Yea, I’m fine. How’re ya’ feeling?” He says in his usual tone, trying to swiftly play off his thoughts not even ten seconds ago. “How’s baby doin’ in there?”

You let out a soft giggle before placing your hand on his cold knee. “We’re well. I’m concerned about what just happened with you though. Tell me, what is on your mind?”

The man sighs and shakes his head before resting it back on your belly. “Nothin’ to worry your pretty head off about.” He simply left it at that and nothing more.

When it came time for labor, he was truly nervous. Every attempt he made at trying to make physical contact with you in that time failed, because his hands were either too hard or too cold. He backed off and watched from the sidelines as you brought his little baby girl into the world.

He so desperately wanted to hold her, and you could see the urge in his eyes. She looked so much like him. She had his gorgeous silky black and white hair with your eyes. He thought she was an angel brought from heaven.

Once he finally got to hold her, he was told to keep her swaddled in the blanket she was wrapped in. All was well until she started crying due to the cold of his arms, and the baby was taken off into tests before he could even blink.

[shuaboo]

kim gyuvin thinks everything is a fuckin game. 😒 boy don’t play with me bc ill show u how i feel the pop . 😒😒😒😒

his hands are so FUCKING PRETTY i need them!!!!bbvn!:?;!3).! what. these are insane photos lol!!!! these were screenshotted from one of his most recent lives and omg…. i think im dead.

have this gyuvin fic for your daily treat ☺️💋 no title or anything because this was completely spontaneous, it wasn’t even supposed to be this long.

a/n: this is the gyuvin fic i lost progress for. i promise this was so much better before and i wish i had saved it, but this isn’t all that bad either:(. enjoy!

just imagine gyuvin being a fucking tease, sending you these photos while you’re busy because he feels neglected and needy. he’s not sending you a warning text, just two attachments and wow. he knows he’s got you all worked up, and expects you to be at his door or ask him to come over.

well surprise, you do. 20 minutes after he sent the pictures, he got no reply from you which started to worry him. he was about to message you, but heard a ring at his door. lo and behold, you are standing there. clearly looking frustrated both sexually and from your work or uni studies. he’s got you right where he wanted you to be.

“oh… my love i thought you were busy, why the sudden visit?” he asks you, trying to act clueless. “shut up. you know why i’m here. you sent that stupid hand pic to get me all worked up, so now i’m here. do something about it.” you snap back at him, and he giggles. “hmm, i don’t know what you’re talking about, baby. i sent those pictures because i just… missed you, that’s all. not sure what other reasons you think i had to—“

you cut him off by grabbing a fistful of his shirt into your hands, and pulling him down for a passionate kiss. he’s surprised at first, but he eases into the kiss and starts to rub your torso. your hands are now around his neck, but only a few seconds later, you pull away. you knew simply asking him to make you feel good wouldn’t work. so as a result, you opt to do something else.

you’re looking at him with the begging eyes that make him crazy. “gyuv, please make me feel good..” you say as your hands make their way into his, rubbing his knuckles. you turn your gaze to his hands before continuing to speak. “you’re so mean, teasing me when you know i’m busy. now you’re not even going to do anything about it.” you attempt to walk away, but his hand stops you.

“you’re not going anywhere.”

that’s how you ended up here, on the bed with gyuvin’s fingers in your mouth. you’re sucking, practically drooling all over his fingers and it makes his mind go crazy. the fact that you’re in such a desperate state just because of his fingers makes his ego shoot up.

after awhile, gyuvin takes his fingers out of your mouth and gives you a quick kiss. he moves himself down until he’s face to face with your pussy. “fuck… baby you’re so wet. is this all for me, slut?” he says as he uses two of his fingers to rub your clit, and down along the folds. his words and actions makes you whine, wanting nothing more than for him to touch you in the way you want. “y-yes! it’s all for you.. please touch me, gyuv. wanna cum a-around your fingers, please.” you manage to form a sentence, even with the stimulation of his fingers harshly rubbing your clit. he groans at your words, and mumbles a drawn out ‘fuck’ before responding. “yeah? my pretty girl wants to cum around my fingers… who am i to say no to you, huh baby?” he says, moving up to kiss you on the lips again. you desperately kiss him back before he goes down to your pussy again.

he gives your clit a kiss and licks it, before he lets two of his fingers sink into your hole. “damn, look at that. she’s practically sucking my fingers in. what a slutty hole.” he starts moving his fingers at a slow to moderate pace, making your face contort slightly, and earning the cutest moans from you. embarrassed, you cover your face to hide from him and to suppress your sounds, but gyuvin doesn’t like that. he uses his free hand to slap your pussy, and looks up at you. “don’t hide those pretty moans baby, and don’t you dare hide that even prettier face either. let everyone know what a slut you are for me, for my fingers.” following his orders, you remove your hands from your face. he resumes his earlier acts, this time thrusting his fingers faster. the pace is so overwhelming, but it’s so good. you can’t get enough of his fingers. you let out loud moans, whines, everything. “i can feel you clench around my fingers, pretty. gonna cum soon?” he takes your whines as a yes, but waits for you to use your words anyway. “y-yes! fuck- please make me cum- ah, p-please go faster, need to cum so bad please baby!” he does as he’s told, and quickens his pace. your sounds only get louder as his fingers move faster. eventually, you let yourself release all over his fingers. completely covering his fingers in your cum.

he moves up to face you, and puts his fingers in his mouth to taste you. he then moves to kiss you on the lips, letting you taste yourself. you let out a groan at the taste, as you let his tongue explore your mouth until he pulls away. immediately, his slightly mean demeanor from earlier changes. he pecks your forehead and cups your face before asking you a stream of questions. “are you okay? did it feel good, baby? was it too much? did i go too hard? can you walk?” you smile at his worry and nod, but he isn’t satisfied. “i need words baby, words. need to hear you say it.” he says, insisting he must hear you say you’re okay. you can only chuckle at his concern. you can’t believe this was the same guy who sent you teasing pics and calls you his slut during bed. “yes, im okay. it felt good and you didn’t go too hard, don’t worry.” you say as you snuggle into his hand. “okay. let’s get you cleaned up.”

he moves to pick you up, but you grab his hands instead. “but what about you?” you ask. he looks at you confused, not understanding what you mean. “you, gyuvin. you got to please me today, but what about you? wanna make you feel good too..” he chuckles, and then offers you something. “say what, how about the next time we’re free you could just touch me however you’d like, and make me feel good. that sound good to you baby?” you nod and let go of his hand, letting him pick you up.

he sets you down on the bathroom counter so he can prepare a bath for you. once he’s done, he comes to you again. you speak up, “mm, thank you for always taking care of me. i love you, gyuv.” he smiles, his heart melting at your words. “of course love, that’s what i do. i would love to spoil and pamper you everyday if i could. i love you too, my pretty girl.” you lean in to kiss him (again) and quickly pull away so he can help you bathe.

he always knows how to make it up to you after distracting you while you’re still busy. he knows that you’re tense from the stress, so he wants to help you release that tension. even if it means seducing you to come over at his place :).

[french-goodbye]

in the low lamplight

summary: your boyfriend is perfect, except for one tiny little detail.

warnings: conversations about sex; dry humping; consensual slapping and chocking; praise kink; fingering; p in v sex. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+.

notes: i'm tired of experienced steve and virgin reader all the time. i want steve and confident slutty reader who's more experienced than him and blows his mind. also a little praise kink bc i feel like my boy would be insanely into that. also my first time writing smut!!! i! am! nervous! title from work song by hozier.

it's not that steve is bad in bed, it's quite the opposite actually. but he's just... extremely vanilla. and you totally get it. most of his sexual experiences were with young suburban girls in the back of his car or in his room when his parents weren't home. he was a couple of girls' first time and knowing steve, he probably put their own comfort above his wants. not probably, definitely.

you just wish he was... kinkier. nothing too intense, just something a little more exciting. and it's not that you don't get to cum, you totally do. he knows exactly how to move inside of you, the spots that make your body burn in need and he gives the best head ever, which is a nice bonus.

but after three months together and having sex everytime you have the opportunity to, because you're still in the honeymoon stage of the relationship, it's getting kinda repetitive. it's always missionary, maybe you on top if you're in a particularly bossy mood. but he nevers puts you on all fours or asks you to sit on his face or even sixty-nine. nothing.

you know steve's attracted to you (he isn't exactly shy to tell you how much) so you know that's not the issue, so you've tried so hard to subtly ask him to be rougher, you've tried placing his hand on your neck and squeezing, you've tried guiding his hands to your ass, but you've had no success so far. every single time he'll respectfully pull his hand away and press them to your shoulder or keep them there but not do anything.

but tonight. tonight is the night, you've decided. his parents are out of town (as usual) and it's just you two in the house, you've made sure he's free the whole day the tomorrow (no driving little shits around or shifts at the video store) so you'll have the whole friday night and the next day to yourselves.

you even splurged a bit and purchased a set of overpriced lingerie, way too expensive for just two little scraps of fabric and shaved, exfoliated and moisturized your entire body the night before. you still haven't approached the subject with him, but you've already planned a careful yet objective way to approach the subject and even practiced what you'd say in the mirror and bought a cosmo magazine. you're not exactly proud of yourself for that last one.

your plan is finally set in motion after you and steve get home from work and throw yourselves on his couch, half watching a movie and eat leftovers from the dinner you cooked the night before. when you're both done, you tell him you need a shower, where you use that lavender soap he likes and spray on the perfume he gave you on your birthday. after you're done, he's waiting in his room for you, halfheartedly flipping through the book you're currently reading.

"you can take your shower now" you tell him distractedly, holding the towel you've wrapped around yourself tightly to your body. he finally looks up and realizes your state of undress, his eyebrows shooting up.

"what are you doing?"

you stop going through your over night bag to throw him a confused look, "what are you talking about?"

"you used that soap i like, and that perfume i gave you that you only use on special occasions..." he stands up from the bed and stalks to you, watching you from narrowed eyes, like he's suspicious you're planning his murder. "what are you planning?"

you fake surprise, your hand coming up to clutch imaginary pearls. "me? why would i scheme something against my dear loving boyfriend?"

he looks at you unimpressed and you stand on your tip toes to rest your hands on his chest, his hands coming to support you on your waist and you whisper next to his ear, "okay, maybe i do have something planned... why don't you go take your shower and find out?"

he glances at you one last time before squeezing your waist and letting you go.

"fine..." he sighs dramatically, "i'll go"

once he's locked the door behind him, you put on your recently purchased underwear and bra on. you throw on one of his old highschool t-shirts since he once mentioned how much he likes seeing you wearing them.

by the time he gets out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam surrounding him, you're sitting on his bed, rubbing lotion on your legs and he's shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants, that hang low on his hips, his hair half dry as he finishes towel drying it.

you tsk and shake your head disheartened. "oh- wow, okay, harrington"

he glances at you once and goes back to drying his hair. "huh?"

"the chest, the scandalous dick print..." you explain and gesticulate towards him. "are you trying to seduce me or something?"

"why are you looking at my dick? you interested?" your stomach burns with insinuation but you ignore him, simply tucking your lotion back into your bag.

"i mean... it's hard not to notice when you're whoring yourself around" you shrug with fake nonchalance.

he scoffs loudly at you, going back into the bathroom quickly to hang both of your towels and getting on your way when you're about to climb on the bed after having dropped your bag in the corner.

"i'm whoring myself?" he looms over you, hand resting on your shoulder to snap the strap of your bra that's peeking from his shirt "you're the one wearing a new bra babe."

you don't answer, simply slapping his hand away and climbing on the bed, intentionally giving him a peek of your ass as you finally sit near the foot of the bed, with your legs crossed.

"why don't you turn off the lights and come take a look?"

he earnestly complies, almost tripping on a sweater he left on the bedroom floor earlier that day as he does what you asked. he lights the lampshade on his bedside table and walk towards you, leaning down to reach you when you stop him.

"no" you say firmly. "go sit on the bed, near the headboard."

he complies, but not without giving you a look. "ooh, bossy"

you turn to watch him and can't help the spark that lights up in your tummy. he looks ridiculous attractive, hair fluffy from not being styled properly, his hairy chest all on display for you and his thick spread legs giving a privileged view of his dick in those sweatpants. it's almost criminal, but you swallow it down and keep going with your plan.

you crawl to him on all fours, purposefully, until you're between his legs.

"i don't know about bossing " you run a long manicured fingernail through his thick chest hair. "but i was thinking about something i'd like to try with you..." you only stop when your fingers are almost at his waistband and you swirl your fingers around his bellybutton. you glance at his face and he almost looks dazed, eyes following your finger avidly.

hook, line and sinker.

your boyfriend was almost too easy sometimes.

"yeah, babe... whatever you want" you hold back your laughter and finally climb on top of his legs, his eyes following the curve of your hips and your bare legs as you straddle him.

"how do you feel about chocking?" you ask, making his gaze shift to your face.

"chocking? are you serious?"

"yeah, i think it'd be really good to have your hands around my neck" his fingers dig tightly on your hips, but you can tell he's still unsure.

"what if i hurt you?"

"if it makes you feel better, we can have a safe word and we can immediately stop if one of us says it. no questions asked"

"what if you can't speak?"

"then i can just tap you three times, like this?" you demonstrate, tapping his shoulder. "is that okay?"

he nods quietly, so you ask: "what if i do it on you first so you know what it feels like?"

"yeah, sure"

you gently put your hands on his throat, not applying pressure yet, just resting there.

"you just have to make sure you squeeze the sides, not on top so you don't stop airflow" you explain, spreading your fingers so they're on each side of his throat and squeezing carefully. steve himself is more surprised than you when his breath stutters and he lets an almost groan out.

"did you like that?"

"fuck yeah, that's super hot" he tells you breathlessly, surprising you with a forceful kiss. he manages to distract you, his tongue slipping into your mouth and brushing against yours as his fingers squeeze your hips and start guiding you to grind on his lap. you let him call the shots for a moment, slowly moving your hips against his now half hard cock and sinking your fingers on his hair to scratch his scalp lovingly.

however, when his hands start to wander underneath your borrowed shirt you bite his lip softly, letting it slot back in place as you pull away.

he's about to complain, big brown eyes staring at you and almost pouting. you press your pointer finger to his lips, silencing him, hips still moving at a torturously slow pace against him.

"there's one more thing, actually" you move your finger away and trace his bottom lip carefully.

"more?" his eyebrows raise in question.

"what about you... i don't know, maybe you can be a rough with me? like slapping me a little bit"

"slapping?! babe, i don't wanna hurt you and i don't-"

"you slap my ass all the time!" you accuse him, reminding him of all the times you'd walk past him or bend down and he had slapped your butt teasingly.

"yeah, jokingly"

"babe, i trust you" you grip his face, forcing him to look at you. "i know you'd never hurt me if i didn't ask you to. i just think it'd be really hot, and who knows... maybe you'll like it too. and if you really don't like it we'll never speak of this again" you shrug, gently pushing his hair from his face.

"you sure?" you nod and press a quick kiss to his lips.

"if you wanna stop just say red, okay? anytime."

"yeah, i like that"

"you'll tell me if you wanna stop, right?" you press another quick kiss to his lips in thanks.

he nods eagerly "you too, okay? just say the word and we'll stop" you nod in agreement. "okay... but now what? do i just... jump right into it?"

"no... what about we start the way we always do before having sex?" you smirk, starting to move your hips in slow circular motions again and his hands slide down your back to slip under your t-shirt again.

he laughs huskily next to ear, making you shiver. "we're really good at that", his lips make contact with the skin of your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses there. you keep moving on top of him, hands sinking into his hair and keeping him there.

"fuck, steve" you whine when he sucks at a sensitive spot on your neck, his hands squeezing your thighs roughly, moulding fat like dough underneath his fingertips.

suddenly you feel a sharp sting on your backside as steve slaps your ass. you whine deep in your throat and your hips stutter in their rhythm against his lap.

"oh, you really like it when i do that"

"god, i do" you breathlessly tell him with a smile, tugging his hair harshly to guide him to your mouth. "you like this too, don't you? just wanna give me what i need, huh baby?"

"i do, i do. just want my girl to feel good" he whines against your mouth, while he spreads your ass and digs his fingers into your skin.

you kiss him some more, until you can feel his now hard cock against you, through the lace fabric of your underwear and his sweatpants. his hand lift up your t-shirt and carefully takes it off of you.

"god, you're gorgeous" you push on his chest gently until his back is against the headboard so you can show him the whole thing, from the intricate lace to the small straps keeping everything together. "you got this for me?" he teases you, his hands playing with your underwear, pulling it and letting it snap against the skin of your hip.

"yeah..." you answer distractedly, his cock rubbing in a very nice spot near your covered clit. his hand moves up to cup your breast, his thumb rubbing your pebbled nipple through your bra. "you like it?"

"fuck yeah, i love it" one of his hand cups your breast, while the other pushes the fabric of your bra down so he can pull and twist your nipple.

you're already a mess on top of him, feeling the wetness on your underwear sticking to your folds, when he lowers his head to suck your nipple into his mouth and his hand plays with your other breast. the nails of your left hand dig half crescent moons on his bare shoulders while the other tug on his hair to keep him there and your head drops back in pleasure.

his hand stops massaging your breasts and you're about to complain when you feel it start to slip down your stomach and hook under your underwear to rub his fingers through your wetness, his knuckles grazing your clit. you hold him tighter, a loud moan leaving your lips when he sinks two fingers inside of you.

"yes, yes, yes, baby" you whine, hiding your face in his hair as he realeases your nipple with a lewd pop.

"you're so fucking wet" he rasps against you and sucks a mark on the swell of your breast, pumping his fingers in and out of you as the palm of his hand rubbing on your clit everytime he moves. "god, you feel so good around my fingers. can't wait to have my dick inside you."

you're lost in the rhythm of it, his palm brushing your clit at every stroke, the feeling of his lips sucking on your chest and his hips bucking underneath yours occasionally. but you finally reach your peak when his free hand slips down your back and slaps your ass again, harder this time, palming it underneath his fingertips.

"that's it... come for me, baby" you pull him to your mouth again as you come down and he guides you through it, still feeling yourself clenching on his fingers as you twitch in his lap.

"god, you're so fucking hot" you whisper against his mouth, still breathless. "you're so good to me, baby. such a good boy"

suddenly, he's holding you tighter and manhandling you, roughly dropping you on your back and looming over you between your knees. before you can react, he's ripping off his sweatpants and throwing it on his bedroom floor.

he stands completely naked in front of you, helping you spread your legs. you eye him lustfully, from his mussed hair to his throbbing cock standing tall, the tip pink and dripping with a little pre cum.

"can i go down on you?" you ask him avidly, starting to lift yourself up but he stops you, holding your wrist above your body.

"nuh-uh, baby. i'm gonna blow my load if you do that" he denies and you giggle, about to complain when he licks the palm of his free hand and strokes himself one, two, three times, shutting you up real quick. he's starting to align himself with your entrance when you stop him.

"wait, wait" he stops immediately.

"what? what's wrong?"

"i want you from behind"

he groans, dropping his head on the curve of your neck and letting go of your wrists. "you really can't say shit like that to me if you want me to last"

you giggle and tap his shoulder sympathetically, "you'll live". you lightly scratch his back, sliding your hands from his shoulder to his lower back and wrap your legs around his hips, feeling the tip of his cock nudging your inner thigh. "now... why don't you put me on my knees, handsome?"

he quickly moves to reposition you, helping you lift yourself up and pushing your spine down gently when you get on your knees. you lower your torso all the way until your chest is pressed against his bedsheets, lifting your ass up.

"fuck, baby. you look so good like this" he says when he slots himself behind you.

"maybe you should listen to me more, harrington" you tease, looking at him from over your shoulder as he kneads your ass.

"maybe i should, pretty girl" he answers distractedly, and you feel his thumb spreading your entrance. "look at this pretty pussy"

you moan and try to wriggle in the hold he has on your hips, "steeeve-"

he laugh mockingly and starts rubbing the head of his cock against your folds. "you this desperate babe?"

before you can answer he starts sinking himself inside, both of you sighing at the feeling. when he's finally inside you can't help the moan that escapes you, his big cock filling you up beautifully and the stretch in this position making you feel so full. however, his strokes are slow and languid and while that's nice, it's not exactly what you need.

"come on, babe" you grumble, trying to rock your hips against his grip. "fuck me like you mean it"

he scoffs and speeds up, his hand wrapping around your hair to press your face against his mattress and to keep you still, changing the angle slightly and pressing right against your spot inside of you.

"is this how you want it?" he huffs, slapping you again.

"oh god, yes. right there!"

he pulls you up until you're both kneeling on the bed, his hips slapping against your ass. his free hand climbs up your chest until it's resting on your neck. "do you want-?"

"yes, i want it. please, please, choke me" you interrupt, begging him to keep going, begging him for more. his fingers carefully start squeezing you throat and you wrap your hand around his to guide him until the pressure is just right.

"squeezing my cock so tight, baby. should've told me you wanted this sooner."

you don't get to answer, his free hand suddenly slipping down to rub circles on your clit and you're gone, your orgasm hitting you like a fright train. he helps you ride it out, until you gently pull his hand away and bend down again, resting your weight on your elbows.

"your turn, baby" you tell him, tilting your head slightly so you can see him.

he starts babbling and pressing you harder against the bed, a clear sign that he's close himself. he bends down, his chest against your back until he can stretch his hand out to hold yours against the mattress and he can babble against your ear about how good you feel, how perfect you are for him, how much he loves being inside you.

"that's it, babe. you made me feel so good, it's your turn now" you tell him, still slightly breathless and sensitive around his cock. "please come, need you to come so bad"

"god, i'm gonna cum" and it's all it takes to feel him pull out and finish himself off on your back. you're both still for a second as you catch your breath and he squeezes your hand still intertwined in his gently. when you turn your face to the side to see him, he presses a kiss to your cheek.

he taps your hips gently as he gets up and goes to the bathroom, coming back quickly to wipe you and himself clean with a wet washcloth. when he's done he throws it on top of the rest of his dirty laundry, still thrown on his bedroom floor.

when he finally turns to you, you're finally laying on your back and getting comfortable on his pillow. steve throws himself next to you and his arms immediately wrap around your waist. you hug him back, guiding his head to rest on top of your bare chest, now littered with purpling marks.

"you had fun, pretty girl?"

"you couldn't tell?" you laughter, his head shaking slightly against your chest as you comb his hair away from his face and his breath against your skin.

"god, i'm obsessed with you" he complains, hiding his face on your boob. you laugh, gently coaxing his face away so you can see him.

"that's good," you smooth the messy hairs on his eyebrow. "i'm pretty obsessed with you too"

"we're pretty perfect for each other then"

"you should keep me forever" you tease, tracing his features gently. he presses a kiss to your sternum and gets comfortable against you.

"maybe i will"

it sounds like a pretty good deal.

[inez-winchester-cameron]

Rafe x reader Onlyfans couple with lots of dirty talk 🤭

cw: rafe x fem!reader, smut obviously, onlyfans, daddy kink, meanish!rafe (hes being sweet at first then he switches fast), praise, degradation, face/pussy slapping,

to be honest rafe had hated the idea when you had first pitched it to him. you two had just had sex and were snuggling in his bed when you quietly asked if he would be willing to listen to an idea without getting pissed off and at first the idea did piss him off. why should other people get to see your gorgeous body? you're his. but after some talking and reassurance, he agreed and you two started making videos.

your back is to rafe's chest as you warm his cock with your tight pussy. emerald green lace adorns your body and brings out your skin tone as the light shines on you two. in addition, a pretty emerald necklace hangs down your neck, the gem landing right between your breasts. rafe's cock is eight inches deep in your pussy, with the thong of the lace set pulled to the side.

"rafeee," you quietly whine when you hear the ripping noise as rafe pulls the cups of the bra down to under your tits.

"shhh," he coos, "y'know daddy will buy you more." rafe was never very careful with any of your sets, insisting that he can just buy you more, "now be a good girl nd let's give them something to watch, hm?"

rafe's fingers start squeezing and tugging at your tits, eliciting whines and moans from you. the camera rolls, capturing every expression that comes to your gorgeous face.

"rafe can i-"

a swift smack lands on your clit at this and you whimper loudly.

"is that my fucking name?"

"n-no daddy, m sorry daddy, m so sorry i-"

"no you're not, you're such a damn brat. on your knees."

"but daddy your cock is in me and i don't-"

another slap is left on your clit as you plead and beg, rafe's voice taking on a venomous tone, "get on your fucking knees before i grab you by the hair and make you."

you quickly lift yourself off of his cock, biting your lip to stop a whine from leaving your lips at the sudden emptiness. in less than ten seconds you're on your knees, looking up at rafe, face to face with his gorgeous cock.

after readjusting the camera to get everything in frame, rafe's hand finds its way to your hair and he's guiding you to his cock. you immediately take his heavy cock into your mouth, doing your best to lick every inch of him. you love the low groans that leave his lips when you suck his cock and this time is no exception.

with a tug to your hair, rafe groans out, "fuck, that's it, baby. knew you could be a good girl." rafe lets you take your time, too tired to fuck into your mouth after a long day, "that's it, slut, suck your daddy's cock. take good fuckin' care of me."

absent-mindedly, you move a hand down to your pussy, pawing at your cunt, turned on from the combination of rafe's dangerous eyes watching you, his hair falling into his face, the hands tugging at your hair, and the cock in your mouth.

"aww...daddy left you gaping, huh? you poor fucking thing." you whimper as rafe smacks your cheek, making you immediately pull your hand back. but it's too late, rafe is pissed again. he tugs you off his cock by your hair, pulling you up and throwing you onto the bed, "can't handle not having my cock in your cunt? oh i'll give it to you, whore, and you're gonna let all of the island know what a slut you are for me. and maybe if i'm feeling like it i'll send Topper the link to our only fans, think he'd enjoy seeing your slutty little cunt get stretched and destroyed."

[tpwk-formula1]

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Lewis x enemy reader

TW quicky in public, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, use of the word slut

WC 1100+

Y/N POV

"Lewis, can you go back to the garage or something. Literally anywhere but in this room," I say while looking at my computer trying to get my work done before the race was set to begin in a few hours.

"I quite enjoy being in here though," Lewis said with a shrug and sat down in front of me making me groan and roll my eyes.

"Why are you fighting it?" Lewis questions making my face grow hot but I don't say anything.

"Do you enjoy pissing me off?" Lewis snapped making me instantly look up from my computer to find Lewis's hard gaze on me.

"Well?" Lewis questions again when I didn't answer him.

"I haven't even done anything to piss you off," I tell him softly not being confident in my own voice. Lewis just scoffs and shakes his head before standing and rounding the table that was once between us but now I'm sitting on top of it with Lewis between my legs making me gasp at how quickly it all changed.

"Stop denying us," Lewis whispers against my lips before placing a quick kiss and pulling back slightly to stare into my eyes.

Lewis and I didn't get along. I was the girl who forced him to do all his media responsibilities and one of the few people in Mercedes who doesn't bow down for him.

"Lewis, you have a race," I tell him softly knowing we both would lose track of time and he would be late.

"I can be quick. Can you?" Lewis asks with a smirk across his face. I just stare at Lewis before trailing my eyes towards the door to find it already locked. I realized this was exactly what Lewis had planned coming into here.

"Just be quick. Don't get me fired," I tell him while pulling at the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Lewis quickly closes the gap between us and pulling me in for a messy make out session. One that always left me needing more.

"Stop fucking fighting with me," Lewis said against my lips before taking my bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a rough pull making me gasp at the shock of pain that when straight to my pussy turning me on almost instantly.

"Stop being an egotistical asshole," I fight back which resulted in Lewis laying a firm slap onto my covered tit. It made me jump and whimper but always just helped add to the throbbing going on between my thighs.

"Don't be a brat," Lewis says while pulling my shirt off leaving me in just my bra before he pulls off his shirt and makes quick work of unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off. Once he's bare he works on taking the rest of my clothes off making me whimper softly when the cool air hits my soaked pussy.

"God, you're dripping," Lewis teases before bringing his mouth down and sucking on my clit making me groan out loudly.

"Shut the fuck up, I don't need someone hearing your slutty sounds," Lewis says roughly making me nod my head and bite my lip to try and contain my moans.

Lewis went back to sucking on my clit while slipping two thick fingers into my pussy making me moan at the intrusion.

"So good Daddy," I gasp softly trying to keep my volume down but failing pretty miserably.

"God, you're so responsive," Lewis mumbles against my clit sending new vibrations through my body.

"Can I cum Daddy," I ask needing to cum.

"Beg for it," Lewis mumbled back.

"Please, Daddy. I need to cum so bad. I promise I'll stop fighting, I just need to cum for you Daddy please," I beg softly while shaking slightly from the pleasure coursing through my body. I was actively fighting off my orgasm.

"Such a good whore, cum for me," Lewis groans instantly throwing me over the edge when he takes my clit back into his mouth. I let out a loud pornographic moan knowing if someone was outside the door they would instantly know what was going on inside the room.

"Good girl," Lewis mumbled standing up after helping me ride my orgasm out.

I feel Lewis's tip starting to tease my clit making me whine slightly at the overstimulation before he slips right in making me gasp at being filled completely.

"Fuck Daddy," I moan softly when he starts rocking his hips softly stretching me out enough to take him without any pain.

"So fucking tight," Lewis groans making me whine when he starts thrusting a bit harder.

"God, I've spent so much time in this pussy and it's still tight as the first time," Lewis groans while starting to play with my clit making me gasp at the stimulation.

"So big Daddy," I whine when I feel Lewis's actions speed up again bringing me close to another orgasm.

"God I can feel you clenching to cum again," Lewis groans when his hips start to stutter slightly letting me know he was just as close to cumming as I was.

"Cum for me," Lewis groans before sending one last hard thrust and cumming in me throwing me into another orgasm and instantly starting to shake all over Lewis's cock.

"Fuck daddy," I whine feeling my orgasm last longer than normal. Lewis starts rocking his hips softly riding out our orgasms before slowly slipping out and placing a kiss of my forehead.

"You came in me, Lewis!" I announce loudly when the post orgasm haze wears off.

"I know you love it when I fill that pretty pussy up" Lewis said with a smirk as if it made the situation better.

"Lewis," I say seriously making him laugh softly. He pulls me into his arms and sits down in the chair near us letting me relax into his arms.

"I wasn't even thinking. I'm sorry," Lewis says softly after a few moments of silence.

"I mean it's kinda okay cause you're right I love the feeling of your cum filling me up," I saw with a soft smirk on my face. Lewis just smirks before placing a kiss on my lips.

"I knew you were my little cum slut," Lewis says seriously. My cheeks heat slightly at the nickname making me burry my face in Lewis's neck making him laugh softly.

"You need to go soon," I said softly when I looked at the clock near us and say that Lewis was expected to be in his fireproofs and near the car in 30 minutes.

"I can give you 5 more minutes of my time," Lewis says softly while still stroking my back.

"Did I push you too far?" Lewis questions softly making me shake my head no.

"It was perfect. Still can't stand you though," I saw with a small smirk on my face knowing we both knew that was a damn lie.

[toreigh]

Sloppy I peso pluma x novia!reader

summary: Spanish speaking with no translation. You go to his show, teasing him before it starts. what can you say, you couldn’t resist. Part 2 for after the show maybe?

pairings: peso pluma x novia!reader

word count: 1,004

warnings/notes: SMUT! cursing, spitting, choking, swallowing, oral!male reciving Pesito is obsessed with you, but what’s new?

feel free to send any requests to my inbox, if you enjoyed I would love more ideas or tropes lovelys.

“Mi amorrr.” You said coming up behind him while he stood in the mirror fixing his chain. He had just came back from sound check.

“Sí que paso?” He asked cautiously.

“Nada pero, I just.. you looked really good out there.” You said locking eyes with him through the mirror.

“Sí?” He replied.

“Sí.” You replied back giving him those eyes through the mirror.

He turned around looking down at you, and leaned into kiss you slowly. One thing about him, he loved praise. You tilted his head back starting to kiss his neck. You didn’t leave marks though. Not yet.

“Y/nnn. Estas siendo mala.” He said feeling himself get hard through his shorts.

"Lo siento bebe, do you want me to stop?" You said pulling away for a moment.

"No, pero someone could see us. You know that." He said looking at you with daring eyes.

You leaned in, speaking into his ear, "Then let them see bebe."

You sunk to your knees feeling him through his shorts you looked up at him. Sort of a silent consent, he shook his head yes. And you didn't need to be told twice.

You pulled the shorts and underwear down in one. You kissed the tip looking up at him. You slowly put him in your mouth, as his face twisted in pleasure. He was very sensitive and responsive so it was always fun.

He was so swollen he was almost purple, and the lipstick marks on him was a delightful sight. You gave your mouth a rest and worked him with your hands, spreading the slickness all over his dick before jerking him off.

Hassan breathed in a shaky gasp as you flicked your tongue along the most sensitive place on the underside of his head.

"A la verga," he swore.

His phone buzzed with a series of texts.

You gave him a wry look, wrapping your lips around just the tip, and to your surprise, he seemed not to have even noticed his phone. Which was good. You knew your were working him to his limit, which is why you didn't have much time.

"Slow down, amor." he said, his jaw clenched.

Nunca. You smirked around his cock and didn't slow down one bit. He seemed to lose the words to ask you again to slow down.

"Y/n," Hassan moaned --a panicked warning.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked as you bobbed on him, just the way he liked it. Just the way you knew would make him start falling apart. It was working. Hassan's back arched and his breaths grew shallow and strained. Between your lips, you could feel him swell.

"Y/n, por favor," he gasped, and you raised an eyebrow at the pretty word from his lips. Please.

It was time you pulled that perfect trick out from your sleeve. You brought your hands to his slutty waist and pulled his hips toward you all the way. His cock hit the soft, warm place at the back of your throat. You breathed in and out with steady, calm breaths through your nose.

"No puedo...Y/n, -fuuuuuuck!"

You took all of him, every inch. His cock slid down the back of your throat.

Through your watery eyes, you looked up at him and saw the disoriented astonishment on his face. And oh, how you wished you could capture the disoriented astonishment on his face in my memory forever. He looked as if he'd never experienced anything like this, ever.

You liked the way it felt, Hassan filling your throat like this, spit dribbling down your chin- not to mention his reaction. Relaxing your throat as much as possible, your lips hit the base of Hassan's dick, the tip of your nose poking his pelvis. He gasped out, a choked sound.

You swallowed around him, the muscles of your throat contracting. You knew he could feel everything.

"Y/n," he nearly sobbed your name out. His voice was so weak, almost broken. You'd broken him.

"Yo... por favor no pares..."

And you didn't stop.

Hassan whole body went rigid and his hips stuttered. You held him steady as his cock pulsed, and with one loud moan, he couldn't stop himself. He went over the edge. He didn’t care who heard in this moment. You pulled out a bit and braced yourself. His knees nearly giving out, Hassan arched into you and released the tension in his body. You felt his whole cock surge and pulse as he came down your throat in thick, hot spurts.

You swallowed everything.

As you slowly slid yourself off his cock, gasping for breath, spit covering your mouth, Hassan nearly lost his balance. He leaned against the counter next to him, still panting, still unable to say anything. You wiped your mouth in satisfying action.

You pulled up his shorts up, standing back up. He looked at you in awe. You swollen lips and beautiful eyes.

"¿Cómo lo hice?" You asked breaking the silence.

"So good, mi amor." He said leaning in for a kiss. His spanish accent when he spoke english made you want to do unspeakable things. He pulled back giving you that devastating smile.

After a long moment of eye contact. "I need to go clean up, unless you want me showing up looking like I just deepthroated your cock." He jolted in surprise at your words.

"You're going to pay for this later," he said, but it was more of a stammer than a warning.

You smiled through your eyelashes, rubbing at your bottom lip absentmindedly. And then you turned away from Hassan, letting your hips sway as you ambled in the direction of the vanity.

[hitoshilover]

challenge

directory | masterlist

pairing: suguru geto x fem!reader x satoru gojo

summary: your highschool bestfriends haven’t been on good terms since, but you stood close to both of them. one night, after satoru treated you to dinner, they two men encountered each other deciding to settle some of their conflict by making you feel so good, in bed.

warnings: threesome/ tag team, oral (male receiving), penetration, biting, heavy making out, face grabbing, male masturbation, slight voyeurism, bi!satoru for one second, heavy praise, “good girl,” “pretty baby,” “pretty,” “princess,” palming, hair pulling, rough sex, ruined orgasm, edging, forced eye contact, lots of praise, mention of overstim

wc: 2183k

a/n: this is supes long, not proofread, and was written for my friend @crayooongle !! they said i should post.. so i am. very slutty yet caring. enjoy. <3 (also pls pls pls feel free to request fics!! i’ll do just about anything)

you, satoru and suguru have been a trio since high school, they lusted over you even then. unfortunately you’d all grown apart, less of a friend group and now just strangers. since satoru and suguru stopped talking to each other, you were the only remaining evidence of the trio, staying in contact with both of them.

satoru had texted you this morning, “dinner tonight?” so you two went out to a 5 star restaurant, the best money can buy. you wore the cutest mini-dress, your cute ass peeking out allowing satoru to see your lacy black panties any time you turned around.

it was 11 now, and you both were pretty tired. you grabbed your black purse and stood up, waiting for satoru to follow.

“that was very nice, i’ve missed you, thank you for treating satoru,” you smiled sweetly at you, the dim lighting creating a soft and innocent twinkle in your eye.

“of course, you looked very nice tonight,” the man flirted- as per usual.

in response, as you stepped out the door ans onto the sidewalk outside, you curtsied jokingly and thanked him.

satoru and you waited together for your cab home. you both drank, not much but he wanted you both to be safe. he paid for that too. whilst standing, you two made some small talk, discussing the quality of the meal and the kind service- to which you were interrupted.

“ah,” a deep voice muttered behind you, “satoru and… oh, i see.”

you turned around, suguru’s dark eyes locking with yours. his tone was surprised, yet a bit disappointed.

“sugu,” you smiled up at him, you and satoru weren’t on a date anyway. just going out, as friends. it’d been a while since you’d seen suguru.

satoru’s eyes glared at suguru, knowing that he was looking at you thinking the same thoughts he did all night: wanting to slide his slender fingers between your slit, watching as you melt in desire, all for him.

“suguru,” satoru crossed his arms, raising a brow looking at him.

“satoru,” suguru nodded, a smug smile aross his face.

you immediately picked up on the tension between the two, you were a bit uncomfortable, reminded of why the trio broke apart.

eager to get out of this situation, you interrupted, “so, uhm sugu, what’ve you been up to? its been so long!”

“nothing, pretty,” he grabbed your chin as you fully turned around facing him, allowing the white haired man to catch a sneak peek of your ass, “just thinking about you.”

suguru looked at satoru whilst he said that, awaiting a reaction out of him. satoru walked up behind you, placing his hands around your waist and gently pulling you onto his erect dick.

“mm, i bet they were too,” satoru locked eyes with suguru, breathing on your neck.

you felt a bit trapped, and so flustered. you had nowhere to go, the situation was a bit awkward, but your curiosity yearned to know where this could go.

it was like your legs completely gave up on you, stumbling back and tripping onto sugurus strong chest, he grabbed onto your shoulder, catching you.

your back arched and your ass peeked up, satoru was able to feel a small wet spot in your panties that unknowingly manifested through the intense situation you were in.

your palms pushed against suguru’s body, looking up at him with the cutest doe eyes, “shit- i, um,” all you could do was stammer over your words with the mans strong hands holding your body.

“it’s okay, pretty,” suguru responded in a low tone.

satoru hated the way he was watching you right now, he placed his arms around your stomach, pulling your whole body back to lean on him. now you really felt his dick on you. you accidentally let out a gasp, his dick was huge.

“see, princess,” suguru leaned down to whisper in your ear, “i could make you gasp so much louder than that.”

the last few words fell off of his tongue like a knife, so sharp and lustful.

“oh really,” satoru accepted the dark haired man’s challenge.

just in time, the uber satoru called for came and you entered. suguru opened the door for you, and you sat between them. you crossed your legs in an attempt to hide the sea in your panties and you placed your crossed hands atop your knees.

suguru sat to your left, satoru to your right. satoru slide his hand between your arm and thigh, stroking your inner thigh with his thumb. his movement shocked you, making you jump a bit, your eyes widened as you looked at him. he glared at you, an expression of desire all over his face.

suguru felt dared, and consequently he grabbed your face making you look at him, “cum for him and i’ll make sure to ruin all your orgasms baby,” he threatened. the juxtaposition of his fucked words with his pretty smile gave you a bittersweet feeling of excitement and fear.

the stimulation from satorus hands roaming over your soft body, suguru playing with your beautiful hair was enough to make you breathe heavily and leave an extremely prominent wet spot on your seat when you got up. satoru opened the door for you, sliding out on his side as your home was to the right. the two men noticed your embarrassing trail, their dicks twitching in their pants simply by seeing how cute your body reacted to their gentle touches.

you unlocked the door, the men eyed you like the most delicious meal of their life- and they wanted to eat you out like the most delicious meal of their life.

as you opened the door, they followed. you turned around to lock it, and suguru immediately spun you around, pushing you against the door and sloppily making out with you.

“mm,” he broke away from the kiss, watching your lipstick mess up and smudge across your mouth.

he quickly went back to attack your lips, grabbing your face, as you two rushed to the room. satoru followed, palming himself through his pants. though he hated how you were so desperate for him, he loved that you get so desperate. so needy. so needy for cock, and to be fucked stupid.

once you got to the bedroom door, he was up against the wall. your hands reached looking for the doorknob, and you twisted it open. you made the lights dim, still not breaking free from the messy kiss. the two of you stood standing for a little while more, your hands roaming his stomach down to the hard spot between his legs, you grabbed his dick through his baggy black pants. you felt how thick and long he was- he had to be 8 and a half. it scared you in the sexiest way ever.

a soft grunt escaped from his lips as you rubbed the tip a bit, and you pushed him onto the bed. he propped himself up on his shoulders, watching as you crawled down to meet his dick.

you pulled his pants down, his erect cock making itself very apparent through suguru’s plaid blue boxers.

“fuck,” satoru moaned just by seeing how pretty his cock was, it made him rush into his pants, teasing his tip.

you drooled over suguru’s tip, the contact of your saliva and his dick made him let out a sigh. you then licked around the head of his cock, teasing him and locking eyes with him.

“cmon baby, you can do more, don’t be scared,” suguru encouraged.

and so you did, your throat swallowing only a bit over half of his dick. the sound of his dick hitting the back of your throat; you gagged as he ran his fingers through your head, holding your head and forcing it down more on his cock.

suguru felt close quickly, he finally lifted up your head by tightening the grip on your hair. the look of desire and desperation over your face is what made him cum, the ruined makeup and the strings of saliva caressing his dick.

“ffuck, fuck baby,” he groaned, white pouring out of him.

“hey,” satoru watched you two.

he was undressed and his dick was entirely red, “it’s my turn now.”

suguru slid off the bed, and satoru took his place- but he was on his knees.

satoru’s dick was a bit longer than sugu’s, and not as thick; maybe 9 or 10 inches.

without warning, suguru slammed into you from behind, stretching your unprepared hole resulting in your mouth falling open and body jolting forward, swallowing satoru’s dick.

“mm, what a good girl,” satoru groaned as you gagged on his dick.

you had no time to process anything, you didn’t even need to move your head on satoru; suguru’s fast pace bobbed your head on satoru’s cock for you. your eyes rolled, and tears streamed down your face.

“mm, mm, fuck,” your moans were muffled but still very loud.

the dark haired man inside your tight cunt made a comment while digging his nails into your waist, “he’s right, you take me so good. right? say it, baby.”

you couldn’t respond, all you could do was weakly hold yourself up on your hands and knees and suck satorus long cock.

“say it,” sugu bent down and warned you in your ear. his pace did not change, and his dick kept on hitting your cervix with every thrust.

this was one of the rare times suguru and satoru agreed, “yeah, come on pretty baby, say it. you like taking cock? you’re my princess? hm, hm?”

all you could do is nod- and suguru didn’t take that too kindly. he grabbed a fistful of hair, and pulled your head back to watch him as he continuously slammed into you.

“uugh, ugh, ugh,” repeatedly came out of you with every single thrust.

“fine then, don’t say it.”

satoru was left to rub his cock to your cute expressions, edging and teasing himself. suguru picked up his pace inside of you, causing you to lose all strength and your body fell down into the mattress.

your moans were muffled, “aughh, fuck me, fuck me sugu,” you exclaimed in the sheets.

“fuck yeah i will,” he maliciously responded.

you felt yourself closer, and now you just kept repeating his name, “sugu, ssugu,” you cried out.

“close, pretty baby,” he asked so politely.

you nodded.

in a few more thrusts, he pulled out of you. edging you, your hole flexing in and out aching for more.

this cycle of edging repeated about twice more, and no matter how much you begged he wouldn’t let you finish. this time felt different

“you wanna cum, pretty?”

“fuck, yes, fuck yes,” you whined.

and he let you, but as you got close, he pulled out and just rubbed his dick on your aching pussy.

“ahh, you came so good, huh pretty,” satoru lifted your chin to him.

you shook your head.

“aw,” he looked down at you, “ruined it, hm?”

you pouted, cum pouring out of your cunt. missing and yearning for the pleasure of riding out your orgasm.

you couldn’t move, you were entirely weak. satoru climbed off the bed, and sugu stepped back. both watched your hole as the arch in your back made your cunt very visible. it was red, twitching and so fucking cute.

satoru flipped you over, and held your face so you could lock eyes with him

“i would never do that to you,” he whispered, “i only want to make you feel good.

satoru held your cheeks as he slid into your abused cunt, you let out an embarrassing loud moan, attempting to look away but his grip was too strong.

he fucked your guts, maintaining contact with your pretty eyes.

soon, you felt yourself close again. your pussy ached still from suguru, and you clawed your nails so deep into his back that satoru groaned in ecstasy.

“you look really cute like this,” suguru came down to your left.

satoru moved his hands to your waist, allowing suguru to fill the empty spot on your cheeks and pull your face to his. he began to make out you, the vibrations of your moans through his mouth made his dick twitch.

the stimulation of both men attacking your aching body made you melt, and sent you over the edge to your orgasm.

“mm, mm-“ you pulled away, “close-!”

you grabbed onto sugurus face, forcing his tongue deeper in your mouth.

“so pretty baby,” satoru threw his head back, finishing inside you.

he kept his dick in you as he finished and a while after, it was a sticky mess of cum all over the bed.

“you did so good,” suguru praised, still next to your ear.

“mhm, good job,” satoru looked down at your twitching body, bending down to kiss and bite your neck sloppily. the slight movement inside of you made you wince.

“thank you,” you whined, a final tear from overstimulation fell down your cheek. satoru noticed, and kissed it, wiping it away.