#and starts clicking their tongue/popping their mouth/jerking their head to the side

[honeysucklethornsandalligtrhorns]

Hey, I wanted to ask-

People with tics/Tourette’s-

Asking because I personally have pretty regular tics, and feel teased/invalidated when people will mimick, mock, or pretend to have my tics

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐧 + 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

characters: vox, val, alastor, lucifer warnings: implied smut in some; 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink (+ papi for val), toxic relationships, pet/master dynamic (for alastor), reader is a bit of a brat with vox, implied drugging the night before (val), praise + pet names, fem!reader, reader is carried in val’s words: 2.7k

₊˚⊹ 𝐯𝐨𝐱 ⊹˚₊

You love mornings with your Daddy—truly, you do; love waking up next to him, slow and soft as his fingertips outline your features; love eating breakfast with him, feet kicking back and forth on one of the barstools as he prepares something simple for the two of you, know that he had to pull teeth to get the mornings off of work so he could spend them with you, getting you ready for the day and seeing you off—but there is one part, right at the very end, that you absolutely despise. 

Like everything with Vox, dental hygiene is a meticulous procedure, a rigorous routine with a set of immutable steps to be followed in the exact order Vox has laid them out in—carved into concrete, set in stone.

And, like everything else with Vox, no one knows how to perform them correctly except for him.

Still, it isn’t like you ever make it easy for him.

What else could he expect from his little troublemaker, really?

“Open up.” 

A thumb and a forefinger clamp down on the hinges of your jaw, palm wreathed around your chin, and squeeze, popping your mouth open with practiced efficiency.

“Daddy,” the word comes out as a stringy whine, slightly garbled, face crumpling in petulance. “Dun wanna.” 

Jerking a little in his grasp, you try to pull away from the advancing toothbrush slathered with translucent teal gel, and Vox clicks his tongue. 

“And I don’t care,” he says simply, fingers flexing in warning. “Good little girls need to brush their teeth—especially if they’ve eaten two bowls of sugary cereal for breakfast.” 

“But—”

Vox pulls back, face flattened into something serious. “Do you want cavities eating holes in your teeth?” 

“No—”

“Didn’t think so. Now hold still and let Daddy do this for you, yeah?” 

A groan vibrates on the back of your tongue, but your body goes pliant in his grasp, chin leaning into his pillowy palm.

“Atta girl,” he murmurs to himself, a small smug smile on his face.

Warmth blossoms in your chest, swells your lungs and stretches your ribs as you droop a little more beneath his praise and he chuckles, a fond little melody playing on his tongue, grip tightening infinitesimally. 

And he’s so precise with it all, maneuvers painstakingly perfect as he tilts your head one way, then the other, sure to scrub each tooth thoroughly, bristles scouring in little circular motions as he cleanses.

“Aaaah,” he hums, mimicking the action as he pries his mouth open wider, another praise falling from his lips as you instantly obey, allowing him to reach the molars at the very back of your mouth—brushing on top, on either side, behind, then on top again. 

“Tongue out.” 

Another whine sticks in your throat, brows pushing together and crinkling your forehead, open mouth downturned in a frown with a slight shake of your head, struggling against his hold.

“Come, now,” Vox chastises, but his voice is hard, fortified with a subtle threat. “You were doing so well for me—don’t start acting up, Daddy’s almost done.” 

His gaze holds yours steadily, a single eyebrow raising in question—are you really going to test me?—and you cave, again.

Reluctantly, your tongue unfurls from your mouth, face still scrunched in irritation as he scrapes the bristles across the muscle, working up a healthy lather, refusing to cease until that telltale disgruntled whine claws at your throat, evoking another one of those patronizing little chuckles.

“Alright, alright,” he’s pacifying as he tips a glass to your lips, a palm cupped protectively beneath your chin. “Rinse.” 

And, Christ, he loves how fucking obedient you are, even as the urge to misbehave bubbles behind your ribs, lips set in a deep pout as you follow his instructions, swishing a mouthful of water between your cheeks, waiting perfect and patient for his next order. 

“Spit.”

Oh, so compliant, so disciplined you are as you instantly spew blue liquid down the drain, a fierce sense of pride, of ownership, igniting deep within his soul, blazing bright and hot and strong, reflected in the amplified glowing of his eyes.

Your features are still scrunched up in a cute little pout, glaring at him through your lashes, arms crossed tightly over your chest.

“See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?” A thumb runs along your forehead, attempting to iron out the crease between your brows in a gentle caress.

“It was awful.” 

“Fucking brat.” 

And he just can’t help but laugh out the word, the sting the insult should bring instantly negated by the tender affection it’s smothered in, turned soft and melty on his tongue.

No, you never make such endeavours painless for him, but you do always make them interesting, and for that, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

₊˚⊹ 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 ⊹˚₊

It’s late in the afternoon when Val decides it’s time to get up, deep crimson light spilling through the narrow gaps in his thick curtains and painting thin, long strokes across the shag carpet.

He doesn’t bother formally waking you as two of his hands scoop you from the nest of silk and cradle you to his body, chuckling out a coo as you automatically snuggle into his chest, legs latching around his waist. 

The haze of sleep still hangs heavy in your skull, a soft protest grumbled into his skin as he carries you somewhere, lids staying firmly glued shut, body beginning to melt into his again as the bliss of unconsciousness entices you with promises of whimsical dreams and relief from your aching muscles. 

Cold marble stings your bare thighs suddenly, forcing a small jolt through your form, a soft hiss exhaled from between your teeth.

“I know, I know, it’s cold,” Val pacifies, his voice a pleasant fog curling around your cheeks as he leans around you, tinkering with something.  

“Papi,” you whimper, reaching blindly for him, lethargic head falling forward, forehead pressed tightly to his sternum.

“Mmm, I’m here,” he murmurs distractedly, two of his hands still wrapped firmly around your hips as the other set busy themselves with uncapping a tube of toothpaste.

“Wanna go back to bed,” you slur out in a whine, nose nuzzling into his chest, fruitlessly looking for a place to rest your head, dense drowsiness curling the edges of your mind.

“But it’s time to get up, princesa,” he chides gently, a finger tracing the curve of your cheek. “You’ve been asleep for fourteen hours.” 

“M’still tired.” 

A hum of contemplation vibrates at the back of his tongue as a hand twines around your jaw, examining your face this way, then that, before tilting your chin up.

“Maybe I gave you a little too much last night,” he muses to himself through a dark snicker. “It’s kinda cute that you’re still this fucked up, though. Can’t even open your eyes for me, can you?” 

And you try, really, you do, attempting to heft your leaden lids, features screwing up cutely with the immense effort, and Val coos again, as if your intoxication is so pathetically precious—poor little girl can barely handle her Daddy’s drugs! How sweet.

“Well, that’s okay,” he purrs, first pair of hands slipping further beneath his dress shirt—a makeshift nightgown, his favourite nightgown on you—and tugging you closer to the counter’s edge. “You don’t have to worry your pretty little head about anything; Papi will do it for you.” 

A sound of indignation sticks in your throat as you finally pry your eyes open, squinting against the harsh light of the bathroom, bleary gaze fixed on the sparkly pink toothbrush in one of his hands, face rumpling into a pout. 

Your lips press into a tight, firm line, sealing your mouth against the rapidly advancing utensil as your eyes slip shut again, weighted with narcotic-laced exhaustion, head shaking in messy little motions.

“C’mon, be co-operative,” the points of his nails dig into your skin, hard enough to leave superficial indents—a warning. “Don’t upset Daddy this early in the day, baby.” 

Wrenching your eyes open again, your nose twitches with a sniffle, chin beginning to quiver.

“But—But—Do I have to?”

“Yes, you have to,” he says, but his voice trembles with the effort to stay calm, to stay pleasant. “Your mouth is very dirty from last night, and it needs to be cleaned.”

A thick torrent of tears rush to cloud your vision, sudden and stinging, a hiccup stuttering your chest. The hand curved around your jaw tightens, yanking your face toward his own, foreheads knocking together.

“Now, open, before I make you open.”

Your jaw falls slack, a slave to his orders, unable to disobey a direct demand from its owner, and Val purrs, something wicked unravelling on his face, smile stretched sharp and sleazy from edge to edge, the glow in his eyes flaring with your instant compliance.

“Good girl.”

₊˚⊹ 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 ⊹˚₊

Alastor, you’ve come to learn, has a plethora of odd regimes; stringently scheduled customs that are non-negotiable, that extend to you, including brushing your teeth. 

It’s become routine, now—habitual, as most things with Alastor are—and your days no longer feel right without it; weird, off, incomplete. 

Because it’s become something of a comfort; something so simple, yet so intimate, something calming and rewarding, something to look forward to—a moment shared between the two of you, twice a day, once at the beginning, and once at the end. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you try tell him, the first time he insists on doing it, trying desperately to look over your shoulder as he ushers you into his ensuite.

“Nonsense!” he waves a hand in dismissal. “It isn’t a problem at all. Now, sit.” 

“Alastor—”

“Sit.” 

With a tiny frown, you perch gingerly on the edge of the bathtub, fingers curling around the rim.

“I’m serious,” you murmur, teeth nibbling superficially at the skin of your lip, wary eyes watching as he flits with practiced ease around the bathroom, a twinge of confusion settling in your chest, something akin to shame sitting thick and bitter on the back of your tongue. “I can do it myself…” 

“I know you can,” he replies simply, focused on depositing a strip of white toothpaste on your toothbrush. 

“Then…” you blink up at him, watching him advance with wide eyes, shoulders shrinking as he blankets you in his shadow. “Why are you doing it for me?” 

Irritation twitches at the edges of his grin, Alastor exhaling a controlled sigh.

“Because,” he begins, keeping his voice light, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb. “A good Master takes proper care of his pet.” 

His grip strengthens, tilting your face up further, his form looming over your own as you sit, vulnerable and exposed, beneath his touch. Crimson eyes glow as they scour your face, his back bent at an uncomfortable angle as he practically curls around you, the scent of earth and cedar tinged with copper wafting across your face with his calm, even breaths. 

“Besides,” he continues, voice dropped an octave lower, his nose nearly nudging yours. “I couldn’t possibly trust you to do it adequately.” 

A cruel little chuckle plays on his tongue, as if the mere thought itself is preposterous, the sound stinging as it seeps into your cheeks, hot and full of spikes. 

“Now, open.” 

Instantly, your mouth falls agape, and Alastor’s smile stretches infinitesimally wider, a sharp glint flaring in his eyes.

“A good owner maintains their pet’s hygiene,” he explains as he works, gaze fixed intently on his actions, cleansing with a meticulous sort of vigilance. “Bathes them, grooms them, dresses them—performs all of the basic necessities a pet needs to appear presentable.”

His hand shifts slightly, angling your head to the side, and you follow easily, malleable in his grasp, his smile shimmering. 

“And I pride myself on taking very good care the things that belong to me.”

And, really, he does. Because Alastor doesn’t just brush your teeth with rigorous care, conscientiously certain to cleanse every dip and gap; he flosses them, too, with gentle hands and painstaking precision, then ensures you’ve rinsed with germ-killing, enamel-strengthening mouthwash for exactly forty-five seconds, counting uniformly and observing with large, unblinking eyes as you adhere to his every instruction, cheeks bulging with burning liquid, eyes squinting from the intensity, but never daring to blink, to glance away, to stop at all. 

“Look at you,” he purrs after you’ve spit down the drain, gazing back up at him with a sort of desperate devotion—demented, devious, damned to his hell—syrupy condescension dripping from his teeth. “So well behaved for me, aren’t you?”  

A palm cups your jaw, his thumb running across your cheek in rhythmic strokes, the tip of his claw caressing your skin with just enough pressure to leave behind shallow scratches. 

“What, hoping Master will give you a treat for being so obedient?” 

“No, Sir,” you whimper out, voice gone dreamy as you nuzzle into his hand. “You taking such good care of me is more than enough.” 

Something sinister oozes into his face, something that contorts his smile and corrodes his eyes, leaving behind nothing but raw hunger, like he’s about to devour you whole, pops of static fizzing thickly in his voice. 

“That’s my good girl.” 

₊˚⊹ 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 ⊹˚₊

Everything hurts, muscles stiff and aching and full of sand, your motions clumsy and cumbersome as you attempt to brush your teeth, joints creaking with every slight shift.

Fatigue blurs the edges of your eyes, your vision fading out of focus again, mind gone fuzzy as you try your best to concentrate on your movements—up, down, all around, repeat—features screwing up in a wince as you catch the harsh bristles on your gums, again. 

“You’re making a bit of a mess, sleepyhead,” Lucifer’s tender chuckle pulls you from your foggy stupor, a quiet hum vibrating in your throat as you look over at him in question, the gesture lethargic and delayed. 

“You’ve got some—Here,” he says softly, hands curling around your shoulders and turning you to face him, then tilting your chin up. “May I?”

Another affirmative sounds on the back of your tongue and Lucifer uses his thumb to carefully clean the foaming paste collecting at the corners of your mouth, then catching a slow dribble streaming down your chin with a deft knuckle. 

A frown mars his face, his forehead creasing beneath the strain, his other hand stroking your shoulder as worried eyes search your face, slow and careful.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” he asks. “You’re really struggling to brush your teeth.”

“Jus—really tired,” you mumble through the bubbles in your mouth, Lucifer skillfully catching another trickle of watery paste, concern tugging at the corners of his lips, frown deepening.

“Do you want me to do it for you?” 

Sleepy eyes blink up at him, slow and sluggish, your hazy mind taking a moment to process the question.

“Mhmm,” you finally nod, hand loosening the instant his fingers skim yours, allowing him to gently uncurl your grip from around the base of your toothbrush, his own effortlessly taking its place. 

“Alright, alright, Daddy will help you,” he’s pacifying in a murmur, but his gaze has turned melty, glow dimmed and pupils gaping, lids heavy with love. “Poor thing…Last night was a long night for you, huh?” 

“S’a lot,” you confirm in a messy mumble, lids drooping heavily with the weight of exhaustion.

“Yeah?” his thumb rubs loving little circles into your jaw as he works, gaze trained on his task. “Was Daddy a little too rough with you?” 

The question is uttered out tenderly, full of sympathy and care, his brow furrowing as his eyes flit back to yours, searching for veracity in your pupils.

“Maybe I should be a bit gentler next—”

“No!” you cough around the refusal, puffy lids snapping open suddenly, the unexpected vehemency causing Lucifer to flinch.

“No?” he laughs, and it’s warm with affection, his features, hard with worry, mollifying beneath fondness, amorous amusement twinkling daintily in his eyes. 

“No,” you whine out with a tiny pout, head shaking a little in his grasp. “Please.”

“Okay,” the pad of his thumb runs along your cheek, his stare trailing after it. “If nothing else, at least Daddy will always be there to take care of you the morning after.”

[hoshifighting]

First off, i love your writing<3 I had this imagine with Joshua... imagine he's like a CEO, and so he spoils his s/o, and one day, he comes home from work, and his s/o is showing him their new nails, and he can't stop imagining what their nails look like wrapped around his cock. So his s/o gives him a hj....

giving ceo!joshua a hand job with your fresh sets of nails

WARNINGS: smut, masturbation, handjob, body fluids; precum/cum, dirty talk, messy orgasm, joshua ruins his suit.

you hear the front door click open, the familiar sound of joshua’s shoes hitting the hardwood floor. “baby, i’m home,” he calls out, voice warm but laced with exhaustion. it’s been a long day for him, but you’ve been waiting for this moment. you pop your head out of the bathroom, flashing a smile.

“hey, babe! look!” you wiggle your fingers, showing off your freshly done nails, each one a different shade of soft, pastel pink with little sparkles at the tips. they’re perfect, delicate but bold, a small luxury joshua always insists on paying for.

his eyes catch them immediately, and for a second, something changes in his expression. he’s staring longer than usual, jaw tightening, eyes darkening just a bit. you know that look. “cute, right?” you say, your tone light, but your eyes are locked on his, reading the heat simmering thhere

he swallows, his throat bobbing, and steps closer, eyes flicking between your hands and your lips. “yeah… cute,” he mutters, but his gaze dips lower, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “real cute.”

you smirk. “what’s going on in that head of yours?” you ask, your voice teasing. you can already guess, though. joshua’s always been easy to read when it comes to you.

he sighs, loosening his tie just a bit, but his eyes don’t leave your hands. “i was just thinking… how good those nails would look wrapped around my cock.” it comes out blunt, raw, but fuck if it doesn’t send a shiver through you. you bite your lip, stepping closer.

“oh yeah?” you hum, fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the smooth fabric of his suit. you can feel the heat of him underneath, the way his body tenses slightly as your nails scrape gently against his abdomen.

“fuck, baby… yeah,” he groans, his voice lower now, breath heavier. you’re already reaching for his belt, undoing the buckle slowly, teasingly, as his cock starts to strain against his pants.

you pull it out, thick and heavy in your palm, the head flushed a deep red, already leaking precum that glistens in the low light of the room. your nails look almost too perfect against his length, a contrast that makes your mouth water. the smooth gloss of the polish catches the light as you wrap your fingers around him, giving an experimental stroke.

“shit,” joshua breathes, head falling back slightly, his hips jerking just the tiniest bit as your hand starts moving up and down his shaft, slow at first, just enough to drive him crazy. the slick sounds of your movements fill the space between you, wet and obscene, as more precum drips from the tip, coating your palm.

“look how fucking wet you are,” you murmur, eyes fixed on his cock, the way it glistens with each stroke, your fingers sliding easily along the length. his cock twitches in your grip, thick veins pulsing under your touch. you tighten your hold slightly, watching how his breath stutters, chest rising and falling rapidly.

his head tilts back, lips parted. you start pumping him faster, your nails gleaming as they slide up and down his slick cock, the sounds of your hand working him growing louder, filthier. it’s messy now, precum pooling at the base of his cock, dripping down your fingers, smearing across your palm.

“fuck, baby, yeah—just like that,” he groans, his voice breaking as his hips buck into your hand. his hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your sides, but he’s letting you take control, just losing himself in the sensation. his suit jacket is still perfectly in place, pristine against the absolute mess you’re making of his cock. it’s almost funny how composed he looks from the waist up, only his cock exposed, glistening and wet, twitching as you work him harder.

your tits bounce slightly with the motion, brushing against his arm as you keep jerking him off, each stroke quicker, tighter than the last. you feel him tense, the grip on your waist tightening as his breath starts to come in ragged gasps. “i’m close,” he groans, voice hoarse, barely keeping it together. “fuck, i’m so fucking close…”

you don’t let up, squeezing him just a bit harder, your thumb swiping over the tip, spreading the precum around. “want you to cum all over that nice suit of yours,” you purr, leaning in close to his ear, lips brushing against the shell. “ruin it for me.”

that’s all it takes. his cock jerks violently in your hand, his whole body trembling as he cums hard, thick ropes of it shooting out, splattering across his stomach, his suit, staining the expensive fabric with streaks of white. you keep stroking him through it, milking every last drop as his hips jerk helplessly, his cock throbbing in your grip.

“fuck, baby…” he groans, barely able to keep his balance, his head resting against your shoulder as he comes down from the high. your hand is still wrapped around him, covered in his cum, your nails slick and shining.

you pull back just enough to admire your work, his cock softening in your grip, still leaking slightly as it glistens in the light. “i guess my nails really did look good on your cock,” you murmur, smirking up at him.

he lets out a breathless laugh, still trying to catch his breath, his suit now an absolute mess, but he doesn’t seem to care. “yeah… they really fucking did.”

[lipglossanon]

Day 13

Kink: Mommy kink

Pairing: Subby Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, mommy kink, nipple play, nursing handjob, cum eating, begging, dirty talk

not proofread

“Well, which one do you want to watch?”

You hold up a movie in each hand. 

“I haven’t seen either one,” Leon’s blue eyes bounce from one case to another. “Do you have a favorite?”

You shrug, shifting on your sock feet.

“I’ve seen both and I like both. Which is why you’re picking,” you grin at him. 

His brows pinch as he looks between you and the movies. 

“I guess I’ll pick Dead Silence.“

Your grin widens, “Alriiight.”

“Wait, should I have picked Ghost Ship?”

You laugh and pop the movie into your player, “Nah, it’s not too scary. Plus, it’s aged a bit compared to now. Some of the effects might seem cheesy.”

He shrugs, “S’fine with me.”

“You don’t like scary movies do you?”

He flushes and ducks his head as you settle onto the couch, tucking your legs to the side so you can lean into his arm. 

“Not really,” he clears his throat and presses play. 

It’s already dark outside when you two start the movie; both parents are out for the night so the house is dark and empty. Leon only jumps at a few scenes, squeezing more and more into your space until you’re cuddling him against your chest. By the time the credits roll, you’re petting his hair and rubbing his back. 

“That’s scarier than you made it seem,” he pouts, voice muffled by your breasts. 

“Sorry, I don’t find it that scary just a bit creepy. Guess my judgement’s a little skewed,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. 

He nuzzles a little more into your chest, lips brushing the swell of your breasts through your flimsy tank top. 

“Do you want me to baby you, Leon?” You coo, amusement in your words.

“Mmhmm,” he softly bites your nipples through your shirt making you gasp.

“Aww, poor little thing.”

He tugs your top down until your breasts spill out, shirt cupping them underneath. Groaning, he latches onto a nipple, teeth and tongue lashing against the bud as he pinches and rubs the other. Pulling away with a wet pop, he shifts until his head is cushioned in your lap, shoving his sweats down so he can stroke his cock. 

“Mommy, wanna suck your tits,” he mumbles, cheeks a rosy pink. 

“Such a good boy for asking,” you tease. “Want mommy to jerk you off?”

“Please,” his hips buck, cock bouncing with the movement. “Please, mommy.”

Your left hand reaches out to rub the head of his dick while the other guides his mouth to latch onto a hard bud. Squeezing your thighs together, slick pools in your panties while Leon hungrily sucks your nipple. Your fingers loosely wrap around his cock and you start stroking him off. It’s not long before he begins to thoughtlessly hump your hand, precum leaking over your fingers to drip off your wrist. 

“Leon, you’re being a messy boy,” you click your tongue and he whines, mouth falling away from one breast to seek out the other. 

“‘M sorry, mommy, feels so good, can’t help it,” he pants, nosing across your chest to find your other nipple. His tongue laps at the hard bud before he suckles it into his mouth. 

His moans and whimpers vibrate against your skin, making you jerk him off faster. 

“Oh, f-fuck, mommy, so good, oh god,” he stops sucking on your tits and presses his face against the underside of your breasts, practically smothering his face. 

“Shit, I’m g’nna cum,” he keens. “Mommy, mommy—you’re gonna make me cum, ohhh, g’nna get your hand all messy, fuck.”

He thrusts up into the tight channel of your fist, ropes of cum spurting from the tip to land all over his stomach and chest. Hot thick strands of seed coat your fingers and palm as you softly stroke him through his orgasm. Leon whines and twitches away once it’s too much. 

Pulling your hand away, you lean back to make sure Leon sees you lick the mess off of your hand. 

“Fuck,” he surges up and kisses you, licking his own spend from your mouth. 

Moaning, you tug his hair as the messy tongue filled kiss shifts into a full blown make out. He pulls away first, but only so he can grab you up and toss you over his shoulder. 

“If we keep going, I think we might get caught,” he states, voice thick with arousal. “So bedroom is best.”

“Sounds good to me,” you laugh, letting Leon carry you off to his room. 

[valkyrayn]

Ride Your King // Marius x Fem!Reader

Tags: light bondage, filthy talking, pussy eating, squirting, blowjob, cock riding, fingering, marking, scratching, praise kink, loud sex, rough fucking, huge cock, breeding kink, multiple rounds, fucking on the: floor, table, wall, bathtub, morning sex, fluff at the end--filthy self-indulgent porn

posted on ao3 if you wanna leave comments there

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“…how long are you going to keep me tied up?” He raises an eyebrow at you, a seductive smirk playing on his lips—oh, he’s absolutely loving this. You watch your fiance with a matching smirk, he’s sat on the floor with his legs spread in front of him, wrists bound behind his back by a silk scarf, his white shirt unbuttoned, damp with his sweat. He looks sinful, like a devil brought solely into your presence to seduce and pleasure you. 

And for that reason alone, he needs to be restrained. You want to be in control this time.

“Until you make me cum,” you reply, sporting a confidence that you never knew you had but that’s what being with Marius does to you. 

You hear him chuckle, his eyes dark with lust as he takes a full view of your body from top to bottom—clad in see-through lingerie, courtesy of him, with its lacy hem resting high above your knees. It’s so revealing you might as well not be wearing anything. He takes a deep breath, satisfied with your choice of clothing and looks up at you with a grin on his face. 

“With my cock or with my mouth…which one do you want first?” He asks so casually. He tilts his head slightly to the side to get a better view of you. “Your choice, my Queen.”

A small whimper escapes you, feeling your cunt throb at his words, immediately providing images in your head on how this is going to end later—with you writhing under him and begging for more… 

Marius’ eyes widen when you suddenly get on all fours on the floor, crawling towards him with a playful smirk on your lips. For someone so confident just a few seconds ago, he’s immediately flustered. “Jiejie…”

You can see his cock twitch behind his pants without you even touching him yet. The sight of him looking so desperate and needy for you makes you wet; feeling yourself begin to soak through the material of the lingerie that he’s bought for you. 

Mustering all the confidence you have, you lean down and start unzipping his pants with your teeth, all while keeping your eyes locked with his. 

He hisses through his teeth, lifting his hips off the floor, desperately trying to get closer to you only for you to push him back down by putting your weight on him. 

“Don’t be rude, Marius…good boys must be patient. Are you a good boy?”

He inhaled deeply. “Only if you want me to be…”

You click your tongue as you slowly slip your hand down his pants, earning another hiss from him the second your fingers make contact with his cock. “Babe…shit…” He curses under his breath when you finally pull his cock out, hot and heavy in your hand—the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen. Your small fingers can’t even wrap fully around him, swearing it has gotten bigger since the last time you saw it. 

You look at it with fascination, tracing the vein on the underside with your thumb, up to the tip, pink and leaking with precum. You latch onto the head with your lips before it could drip, licking it off with your tongue, relishing in the sweet salty taste of him while he’s struggling to keep himself composed. 

You release him with a pop but keep your hand around him as you stroke him gently. 

“Be a good boy and don’t cum until I say so…” His hips jerk upwards when you once again wrap your lips around him, taking him in inch by inch until your jaw hurts. His girth is simply too much for your small mouth—no amount of practice could get you to take him in whole, not without his help. So you settle for sealing your lips tightly around him, as deep as you can and swirl your tongue around him to stimulate him even further. You know how desperately he wants to grab you by the hair right now, to push you down even deeper, to fuck your throat until you gag—and heaven knows how much you want it too but you can’t give in just yet. 

You lift your head slightly to look at him and gods above, the sight of him alone can make you cum. His whole shirt is now unbuttoned–you can see the blush blooming on his cheeks up to his ears and despite the blasting air conditioner, he is sweating, covering his beautifully sculpted body with a thin sheen of perspiration. Your eyes follow that one droplet of sweat trailing down his neck, disappearing between his heaving chest—the expensive material of his white shirt is now sticking to his skin.

“Nngh…jiejie please…” You hear him say in between grunts.

Locking eyes with him, you give an inward lick before pulling your mouth off only to immediately go back in, sealing your lips around the head of his cock and licking between the slit to swallow more of his leaking precum. “Fuck, baby–!”

Fuck is right. His cock feels so fucking good in your mouth, you can’t help but moan as you swallow more of him, feeling it twitch when it finally touches the back of your throat. You only manage to keep him in there for a few seconds before yanking your head off to breathe, leaving a trail of saliva hanging between you and his tip. 

Marius’ eyes are rolled to the back of his skull, teeth biting his lower lip and nails sinking into his palms, willing himself not to cum even when he so desperately wants to. Knowing him, he’s already planning a hundred ways to get back at you after this and honestly, you’re excited for what’s to come. 

Releasing your grip around his dick, you smile at him innocently before standing up, leaving him flustered and breathless. Marius struggles with his restraints, trying to free himself, the regret finally sinking in for letting you tie him up in the first place because all he wants is to fuck you the way you deserve to be fucked. To bury his cock so deep inside all your holes and have you begging for more like you always do.

“Babe…what did I say about being patient?”

You seductively lift the hem of your lingerie dress, showing your soaking cunt, putting on a small show for him by rubbing your clit with one hand. The erotic display is making his cock even harder and you watch as it twitches, begging to be sat on. You pull away your fingers, showing him how wet you are before leaning down to smear it against his pecs. “Behave or I’m not letting you fuck me…” 

Like an obedient pet, Marius immediately stops struggling, looking up at you with dark eyes slightly covered by his hair. You can sense his frustration but you know he’s just as turned on as you.

You step closer to him, bending down to whisper next to his ear. “Will you make me cum with your mouth, Marius?” 

He smirks. “You ask as if I don’t already do that for you every morning, babe.”

Smart mouth; time to put it to good use. You roll your eyes and stand up, positioning your cunt in front of him, slowly pushing yourself against his mouth as you thread your fingers through his hair below you. He doesn’t waste any time, immediately latching onto your pussy before you can even prepare yourself, causing you to fall forward then grabbing onto the door of the wardrobe to keep yourself upright. 

“Oh my fucking god, Marius—” Your fingers tighten around him to keep yourself steady as you push your hips closer to him. 

He pulls back to spit on your cunt before diving back in—pushing his tongue in and out of your hole, feeling your walls clench around him, filling your ears with wet schlicking sound of him eating out your pussy sloppily. He licks a stripe in between your folds, relishing at the taste of your creamy cunt. And then he wraps his lips around your little nub, suckling on it gently and swirling his tongue around it—sending waves of intense pleasure throughout your body. 

Marius knows all your sweet spots. The spot behind your ear he likes to caress that makes you sigh his name breathlessly. The spot inside your pussy that he likes to ram into with his cock because every time without fail, it makes your knees buckle as you come undone with a scream. 

The little nub of your cunt that he loves to tease with his tongue because it gives you such an intense pleasure you end up squirting all over him like a fountain. 

“God…Marius I’m cumming—”

He shoves his tongue back inside even deeper—the sudden intrusion pushes you instantly to the edge, making you gush uncontrollably into his mouth. 

His tongue is caught in between your quivering walls, so he proceeds to swirl it around inside you, savouring your taste and prolonging your orgasm until he’s all but drenched in your release. 

When you’re done, you step back with your barely stable legs and look down at him. His shirt is completely drenched now, your juices dripping from his chin and down his neck travelling all the way down his abs, flexing as he begins to move again to adjust his hands behind him.

The realisation finally sunk in that he had made you cum with his mouth alone, without the help of his fingers. Almost as if he could read your mind, “What’s wrong, babe? Missing my fingers already?” he laughs as he flips his hair back to keep it out of his face. 

“No…”

“Let me go and I’ll show you how good my fingers feel inside you? Remember you need to prep before you can take me…”

A small noise came out of you at the thought. He’s right, it takes a lot of prep and foreplay for you to be able to fully take him in, and he always makes sure that you are ready before he even sheathes it inside you. 

But no, you’ve decided that today, you will finally get used to his size. You want to feel the stretch of your pussy as it accommodates him. 

“Mmmm…you’ve done enough. Just sit tight and enjoy…”

Marius’ eyes widened at that, but immediately followed by a proud smile. His cock stands stiff between his legs, his balls heavy with cum waiting to unload inside you. He relaxes his shoulders and leans back against the wardrobe behind him, cocking his eyebrow at you as an invitation to sit on him.

“Well then. Why don’t you come here and ride your King.”

His deep voice reignites the fire deep within your womb, making your cunt throb with the desperate need to be filled by him.

And so you position yourself above him, lifting the hem of your skirt just slightly so you can press the tip of his cock against your dripping entrance. He watches you intently, fighting the voice inside his head telling him to just push his hips up so he can finally be inside you. 

Set in a squatting position above him, you finally, slowly push yourself down on him. “Oh fuck—” you curse under your breath at the feeling of his cock stretching your tight cunt, feeling every ridge and vein against your walls. You’re grateful for the foreplay because at least you’re lubricated enough to help him slide his way through and finally, finally—with a long satisfied moan, his cock is now fully inside you.

You lean forward and grab both sides of his face with your hands before kissing him, licking and biting as you slowly move your hips. He moans against your mouth, his impatience kicking in and then he’s suddenly pushing his hips up to meet you halfway—making you scream.

“Marius!” 

“Fuck baby—I need you to move…please…”

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you pull yourself up slowly, leaving only his tip inside you just so you can hear him groan in frustration. Leaning down, you gently kiss him on the lips. “So impatient…” 

And then you slam your hips back down, taking him in fully, mind reeling at how big he feels inside you. “Oh my god…” You start moving your hips faster, bouncing yourself on his cock, filling the room with the sound of your ass smacking against his thighs. String of curses leave his lips when you start grinding even harder, taking him in deeper. 

“Touch yourself…let me see you play with that pussy while you ride me.” 

As if entranced, you lift the hem of your skirt with one hand and start rubbing your clit with the other—making you gasp upon contact, the sensation sending electric throughout your body. But it doesn’t feel the same as having his fingers inside you. His long slender fingers, the way they would skillfully play with your clit and slide into you…you need his hands. 

Just as you’re about to reach out behind him to untie his bounds, you suddenly feel his large hands on your hips, making you snap your head up to look at him with eyes wide in surprise that he’s escaped from the restraints. With a shit-eating grin, he slides his body down to lie flat on his back and with his hands still tightly gripping onto your hips he then starts fucking up into you with no mercy. 

“Shit—Marius! Ah—too deep!” You scream, planting your palms against his chest as you fall forward from his rough thrusting. One of his hands move from your hips to rip the top of your lingerie off to fully expose your breasts to him so he can watch them bounce as he begins to fuck you even faster. “Marius what the fuck—”

He latches onto one of your nipples and starts suckling while his right hand starts kneading the other, so plump and soft in his grasp. Loud moans leave you with abandon, the perks of finally moving in together, isolated from the rest of the world, away from the ears of people. There isn’t a need for soundproof walls because you two are the only residents in this entire floor.

A high-pitched scream is ripped out of you when his cock presses against that sweet spot inside your pussy, sending you gushing around him as if a dam has been broken.

“That’s it…baby. Cum for me…drench me just like that…” 

“Fuck oh my god—Mar…” Your whole body twitches and trembles on top of him as you ride the wave of your orgasm, leaving your whole body sensitive even to the slightest brush of wind against your skin. 

His abs and thighs are drenched with your release so he wipes them with his shirt before they could drip onto the floor. While he waits for you to fully regain your strength, he makes a move to remove his entire pants before carrying you off the floor—with his cock still plugged inside you. 

You wrap your arms around him and bury your face against the crook of his neck as you let yourself be carried onto the corner of the room, before he slowly places you down onto the desk, right on top of the floor plan layout that he had drawn just this morning. 

Marius presses his hands against the underside of your thighs to keep your legs apart as he tantalisingly slides his stiff cock in and out of you. Meanwhile, you’re still drunk and incoherent, yet to fully recover from your release. 

“You’re creaming so much around my cock, jiejie…so fucking wet for me…” 

He watches with fascination at the way your cream is smeared on his dick every time he pulls out. He runs his fingers through your hair before yanking your head back, rough enough to make you gasp—and then he’s leaving open mouth kisses up your neck towards the back of your ear. “Mmmngghh…babe…” you sigh when he licks the spot behind your ear, his breath hot against your skin. 

“Am I allowed to cum now? I’ve been a very good boy…”

Suddenly he’s pushing his fingers inside your mouth and you wrap your tongue around them instinctively, sighing as he slowly pulls them out and drags them down your body—leaving wet trails of your saliva down between the valley of your breasts and towards your waiting pussy. He pulls his cock out of you, leaving you empty and lets it stand erect between you. And before you can whine in frustration, your body jerks when his fingers suddenly make contact with your clit, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. 

Marius flicks your nub with his thumb as he sinks two of his long slender fingers inside you—the sensation of having your hole stretched makes your eyes roll back. 

“Will you let me fill you up, baby? Hmm?” He pushes in deeper, spreading them apart inside you. “Can you feel that? Your pretty little pussy is begging for my cum—it’s clenching around my fingers…” He hooks his fingers upwards making your body jerk against him, scrunching the paper beneath you. No words come out of you, just moans and pathetic whimpers, willing your body at his mercy. 

“Yes please…want—”

“Mmm you want to be fucked so bad don’t you…To fill you up…” He starts pumping his fingers, in—and out. “...with load after load…” A third finger goes in, stretching your walls even wider. “...until you’re leaking…and dripping…all over the floor with my cum…”

“Marius…please…”

Without warning, he suddenly pulls out his fingers from you and immediately sheathes his stiff cock inside you—ripping out a scream from your lungs. Marius pushes your thighs apart even wider, holding tight onto your ankles as he starts fucking your wet heat with abandon. You grab onto the sides of the table, nails sinking into the wood to hold yourself steady as you take his rough fucking like a champ. 

“My god…your pussy feels so fucking good…so fucking good…” He growls, somehow going even harder and faster, making your tits bounce wildly at every slam of his hips against your ass. He’s watching you through the curtains of his unkempt hair, damp with sweat and your release—eyes dark and blown with lust, promising a night full of hard, nasty and obscene fucking until your body is begging for respite.

Goosebumps rise all over your arms, nearing your edge as you begin to clench around his cock even tighter. The table moves and screeches against the tiles beneath you, knocking everything else off the table at the same time—pencils and papers rolling onto the floor. The sound of your squelching pussy and the wet smack of skin against skin fills your ear, stimulating you even further towards insanity. 

Whimpers turn into moans and moans turn into screams. Marius grabs you by the hair again and pulls your body up before crashing his lips against yours, kissing you roughly, sucking and biting your lips—only releasing you when you start gasping for air. Occasionally his necklace would brush against your skin, pulling you back into a state of awareness every time your vision starts turning white.

Your arms are wrapped around him, fingers sinking into his back, leaving scratches deep enough to mark him. Meanwhile, he’s sucking into the skin above your collarbones, branding you with several angry red marks.

His cock begins to twitch erratically within your walls, signalling that he’s close to release. 

“Watch me fuck my load inside you—” He folds your body forward so you can look at where your body is connected, his huge cock pumping in and out in quick rough thrusts, jamming himself so deep until he finally explodes inside you, spraying your walls with his scalding hot spend. Immediately after, you start gushing around him. 

Your body convulses against him, the wave of orgasm comes crashing on you like a ton of bricks, so intense to a point of blacking out. Marius is not doing any better but he manages to hold onto your weight with one arm, pumping his cock with his other hand ensuring every single drop of his cum ends up inside you. Your gushing release is not helping in the matter, causing everything to overflow out of you, dripping between the crack of your ass and onto the paper beneath you. 

The floor plan drawing is now ruined with splotches of wet marks, a combination of both of your fluids, seeped into the paper. 

“Marius…the floor plan—“

He pulls you off the table and pushes your body against the wall beside you, tits and cheek pressed against the cold surface. Marius’ huge body pins you from behind, cock heavy and resting against your ass, twitching and ready for more. He slides his hand towards your pussy so he can splay your folds with his fingers, teasing your clit as he slowly eases his cock back inside you from behind, dragging out the most salacious moan out of you. 

With your forearms on either side of your head against the wall, you stick your ass out instinctively to meet his thrusts, hips steadied by his large hands as he begins to jam himself even deeper. Your combined fluids fall freely down your thighs, both your ass and his hips completely soaked with slick. 

The sight of your cunt creaming around him pushes him to the brink almost instantly and with stuttering hips and one particularly hard slam of his hips against your ass, he explodes again deep within you. You whimper breathlessly in pleasure, drooling on yourself as you relish at the feeling of his hot semen filling your womb. 

“Nnnghh babe…we’re making such a mess.” You hear him say, keeping your hips in place as he pulls out of you suddenly to watch his spend leak out of you. There’s so much of it, and you feel so full of him—feeling it exit your body profusely, dripping messily onto the, thankfully, marbled floor. 

Still, he’s nowhere near done with you. 

“Time to clean up!” He chuckles lightly and then he’s throwing you over his shoulder, making you yelp in surprise but make no effort to resist. You’re just grateful that it’s finally time to clean up and rest. 

Unfortunately for you, you thought wrong. 

After stripping you both completely naked, Marius bends you over the bathtub and starts fucking you once again, sliding in so easily with the help of his previous loads inside you. The sound of the water running filling up the tub is drowned out by the obscene wet sound of his balls slapping against your pussy. Your tits bounce heavily from the force of his hard fucking, nipples grazing against the cold porcelain, making them even more erect and swollen, overstimulating you to the point of crying in extreme pleasure. 

“Marius…oh my god…so good…please…want…” You look so debauched, with tears streaming down your face as you breathe with your mouth open almost as if the oxygen isn’t getting to your lungs fast enough. 

Your delirious ramblings made him chuckle. He’s completely fucked you dumb that words fail you and yet all you want is more of him inside you. You’ll never have enough of him and him of you. He’s practically sex on legs, his mere presence and voice can make you come untouched. Most days when he makes love to you, it’s gentle and romantic, pampering and spoiling you with pleasure like a Queen. On some particularly unhinged days like today, he’ll fuck you like a whore, unforgiving and rough, until the sun is up and until you’re filled to the absolute brim with his cum and then maybe, he’ll stop. 

The man’s stamina is something that needs to be studied, because what the fuck. 

Marius pulls your body upright, lifting up your right leg and then starts fucking you where you stand, penetrating you even deeper with his cock in that position. He circles his hand around your neck, pulling your body taut against him so he can nibble on your earlobe. “Can you take more, jiejie…hmm?”

His hand moves from your neck to massage your breast, pinching and pulling on your nipple and then doing the same to the other one. You mewl under his touch, every movement pushing you closer to the edge. 

“...please, yes. I can…want…more…”

“Fuck…” He growls against your ear, his movements quickly becoming more aggressive, determined to fuck you until your cunt remembers his shape. He lifts your leg up even higher, thankful for your flexibility because at this angle he gets to penetrate you even deeper, until the tip of his dick touches the opening of your womb. His large hand presses onto the spot just below your stomach, squeezing it slightly, mind going feral at the prospect of filling you up again for the nth time that night. Maybe you’re going insane but you swear your belly feels slightly distended every time he thrusts inside you. 

Feeling the pressure growing in the pit of your stomach, you turn your head slightly and watch him through half lidded eyes; his brows furrowed, eyes focused on his cock going in and out of you, his hair damp with sweat, cheeks red and sweat dripping down his chin from the heat—he looks so fucking sexy, especially when he’s reduced to that because of you. 

He notices you looking at him, and winks at you—but immediately throws his head back when your walls start to clamp tighter around him. His jaw clenches, pecs tightening as he will himself not to come undone just yet but you’re not making it easier for him as you deliberately begin to push your ass towards him, sliding him even deeper inside your tight walls. 

“Shit…you little minx…”

“The bathtub is filling up…” 

“Mmmm…you know what else is filling up?” He grins, rotating his hips to adjust himself in an angle before spearing straight into that sweet spot inside you, reaching a depth that makes your heart stop for a split second. You both moan loudly, coming undone together in explosive orgasms—your voice pitching to a hoarse scream as your cunt squeezes around him, coaxing every drop of cum from his balls. 

You’re so sickeningly full of him that every plunge pushes more and more of his cum out, past your joined flesh until it drips onto the floor. Some of it leaks down the inside of your thigh so he pulls out, scoops it up with the tip of his cock and pushes it back inside you, not letting any more go to waste. “Mmm…let’s keep it all inside yeah? Good girl…” He slumps against you, grinning against your neck. 

It’s difficult to think straight when you’re still in the midst of your orgasm so you nod lightly and rest your head against him, your body weak and trembling. 

Still plugged inside you, he wraps his arms around you from the back and kisses the top of your head before leaning over to turn off the tap, just in time before the water overflows. 

When he finally pulls out of you, you turn around and slide down his body, trailing your nails down his abs as you sink to your knees in front of him before wrapping your fingers around his cock. His eyes roll to the back of his skull and you hear him hiss the moment your tongue wraps around his cock. You begin to suck him off sloppily, his hips stuttering as he cums again at record speed, spurting semen inside the hot caverns of your mouth to which you swallow obediently. You moan happily around him, sending vibrations throughout his body, making him moan your name to the ceiling in pleasure. 

You pull him out of your mouth and continue stroking him with your small hand, watching his cock twitch as it shoots more cum onto your face and bare tits, drenching you with his scent. The smell of sex hangs heavily in the air, absolutely not helping at calming down your libido.

When he’s done, and you’ve drained every single drop of cum out of him, or so you thought, you lightly tap his cock against your breasts, smearing the fluids all over your skin just to get a reaction out of him. 

“You know babe…it’s almost as if you don’t want me to stop fucking you—” He laughs before scooping you off the floor and then gently places you inside the tub. Your body is welcomed by the warm temperature of the water, rewarding a brief respite that your body desperately needs after the sex marathon it went through. 

Marius slides in behind you, adjusting you to sit in between his legs so you can lean back against him. He runs his fingers through your hair and starts gently massaging your head before moving down to the same to your shoulders. You hum contentedly as you relax under his touch, soft and gentle, a huge contrast from all the manhandling previously. 

He lifts your arm and entwines his fingers with yours, his hand so big compared to yours. He brings your hand towards his lips and kisses your ring before dipping in to kiss the side of your head. “My wife…”

You chuckle softly. “Nuh-uh, not yet…”

He laughs and pokes your cheek playfully. “I just did things to you that are exclusively husband and wife things…”

You turn around and give him a look. “But you’ve been doing those ‘things’ to me even before you put this ring on my finger so—” 

“Okay fine, you don’t have to call me out like that…” He whines and buries his face against the crook of your neck, nuzzling like a cat. “I guess I’ve always considered you my wife…mine and mine only…” His voice is muffled but you hear him clearly. He’s so sweet it makes your heart clench. 

You pull away from him and crane your neck to plant a soft kiss on his pouty lips. Big baby. 

“I’m yours, Marius. And you’re mine. My big giant baby…” You kiss him on the cheek. “Always so needy…’ And then the tip of his nose. “Who just so happens to be very handsome…” Between his brows. “...and extremely sexy...” 

“Just like you.”

“Shhh…this is about you.”

“Mmmm yes please, praise me more.”

You clear your throat. “With an extremely big…giant…”

“...cock.” 

“...heart.”

Your eyes widen with surprise, feeling his stiff cock pressing against your back. His hands start kneading your breasts, causing your body to burn with desire once more almost instantly. 

“Marius…”

“I love you…need you…again…” He breathes against your skin, his touches making you melt against him willingly, ready for pleasure. He lifts your hips up, positions his cock against your hole and then gently sinks you down on him—stretching your cunt so deliciously. 

The warm water sloshes around you, threatening to flow over the bathtub as he begins to bounce you on his cock. You grip onto the sides of the tub to hold yourself steady as he pistons into you from below, the position allowing him to reach deeper inside you and it feels so fucking good.

It’s only an hour later and when your fingers have turned into prunes did you finally finish bathing, for real. 

In the comfort of your bed, you snuggle against the heat of his body, cheek pressed on his chest as you listen to his steady heartbeat. Soon after, with the exhaustion finally creeping in, you are both lulled into a deep slumber, safe and comfy in each other's arms.

When the gentle ray of sunshine hits your eye in the morning, you are stirred awake by Marius’ large hand squeezing onto the fat of your thigh. His eyes are still closed so he’s either still asleep or at least pretending to be. You reach up slowly to flick his eyelashes, too long for his own good as if he even needs them—and then poke his nose playfully. 

“Good morning…” You whisper softly, in a sing-songy tone and then watch as his mouth curls into a smirk. 

“Morning babe…” He responds, his morning voice husky and deep. He wraps his strong arm around you and pulls you close, pressing his morning erection against your clothed pussy. You mewl involuntarily, noticing how he’s already pulled his cock out of his briefs because you feel how hot and heavy he is against you. 

This is mornings with Marius. You’re either stirred awake by him eating your pussy or with his erection pressed against you, twitching and begging for attention. You have no complaints though, since you’re as needy as he is—your libidos are never fully satiated. So mornings like these help you to at least get it out of your system so you can go to work without thinking about wanting to get railed in the middle of typing a report. 

Marius moves closer to you and pulls your panties aside then starts rubbing his tip in between your folds, smearing them with precum. You wrap your arms around his neck and push yourself against him, so he can sink his cock inside you, joining your flesh once again. 

The morning sex is always gentle, as he will rock his hips against you, fucking you slowly while he wraps you in a tight embrace. It does however turn into something hot and heavy a few minutes later, with you gripping onto the sheet as you are washed over with back arching, toe curling orgasms, yes plural, because Marius is just too fucking good at using his cock to let you leave the bed with just one. 

It finally ends with him unloading inside you, filling your womb with a copious amount of cum until you leak messily onto the sheets, staining it white. Luckily for you, he’s learned how to do laundry and he promises to be the one to wash it whenever this happens.

On a hilarious note, you can imagine Payton jumping with joy at the thought of not having to wash whatever suspicious stains on Marius’ sheets ever again ever since you both decide to move out of the mansion. Bless the old man. 

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a/n: are yall breathing cus i most certainly am not lmao dm me with your thoughts and share me more brainrot 💜

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Helping Hand 18+

Caitlin Foord x Reader

Word count: 2,149

Warning: Smut, Teasing, Strip Tease, Masterbation, Unprotected sex, blow job, Throatpie, Creampies, squirting, Daddy kink, Spanking, positions: Reverse Cowgirl, Doggy. Tit job, cum shot, facial,

*Y/n's pov*

Me and Caitlin are roommates this camp. Me and her are out exploring the city right now with some of the girls. We are currently shopping, one of the girls comes up with the idea to try on clothes and take someone in the fitting room with the girl trying stuff on.

Caitlin grabs my hand and leads me into a fitting room. We get into the fitting room and close the door, behind us and locks it. I sit in the chair.

Caitlin sets her clothes down on the wooden stool. I mess around on my phone she has her back to me. Caitlin takes off her jeans and shirt leaving her in her underwear and bra.

she had her ass right there, I but my lip as I check out her ass. I feel myself getting hard, I grab my crotch and fix my shorts as I feel myself getting hard.

Fuck Caitlin has such a fat ass. I quickly look down at my phone as Caitlin turns towards me and starts trying things on.

"How does this look?" Caitlin asks.

She had on really short shorts, that showed her turned and made her ass pop. She had a short sleeve cut off on that showed off her toned stomach and Abs.

"I-it l-looks g-good." I reply.

Caitlin giggles at my reaction. "What's wrong cat got your tongue?"

I laugh and shake my head. "It looks good on you."

"Yeah looks like it. Your mouth is hung open and you're drooling." Caitlin says.

I blush darkly at her comment. "Yeah yeah whatever."

I look back down at my phone. Caitlin smirks and changes. She's not back in her bra and panties Caitlin looks over at me and smirks.

"What?" I ask.

Caitlin walks over to me and stops in front of me. She turns her back to me and then bends over her ass right there near my face. Caitlin smirks and shakes it a little.

"Wanna touch it?" She asks.

She shakes it more. "Go on baby, touch it."

I bite my lip, I grab her ass and squeeze it a bit Caitlin moans. I slap her ass Caitlin moans and sits on my lap.

Caitlin starts grinding against my lap giving me a lap dance. I moan as she continues to grind against my lap. I moan as I feel myself getting hard.

I place my hands on her hips as she continues to give me a lap dance. "Someone's excited." Caitlin says.

I nod and moan, as she continues grinding against me. Caitlin smirks and then stops, she gets off my lap and giggles and continues trying on clothes.

I groan in annoyance. "Ughh you're such a tease."

Caitlin laughs and continues trying on clothes after a little while she finally picks the outfits she wants. The girls pay and we leave the store.

We walk around and go to the other stores, after a couple more hours I decided to go back to the hotel, Caitlin was still out shopping with the girls.

I get to the hotel, I go back up to mine and Caitlin's room. I unlock the door and go inside, I close the door behind me and lock it.

Mm fuck I'm so turned on right now. I take off my shoes and set them to the side. I grab my laptop and lotion and lay down on my bed.

I take off my shorts and boxers. I go to pornhub, I click on a video. I bite my lip and slowly stroke my dick.

I moan as I stroke my throbbing dick. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

As I'm about to cum, I hear the door open and Caitlin walks in. Caitlin blushes darkly and covers her eyes.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." Caitlin says.

I slam the laptop close and cover myself with the blanket. "Seriously I need to cum, you keep teasing me and cock blocking me." I groan.

Caitlin smirks and walks over to me. Caitlin moves the blanket to the side, Caitlin takes off her shirt and bra and tosses them to the side and then takes off her jeans and panties and toss them to the side.

Caitlin lays between my legs, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly jerks me off. Once I'm hard Caitlin takes my length in her mouth.

I moan as she slowly bobs her head, the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat. I moan and hold her hair up as she continues to give me head.

Caitlin chokes and gags a bit as she continues to give me head. "F-Fuck." I moan.

Caitlin bobs her head faster than before. I moan as I feel myself getting closer, the tip of my dick hitting the back of her throat.

"F-Fuck, Caitlin baby I'm close." I moan.

Caitlin bobs her head faster and faster. I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Caitlin chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Caitlin sucks me dry, she cleans up the rest of my cum and swallows it.

I flip us around so I'm now on top and she's on bottom. Caitlin spreads her legs granting me full access.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask.

She nods. "I'm sure."

"W-Where do you want me to cum?" I ask.

"Just cum inside me, I'm on a pill." Caitlin says.

I nod, I rub my tip through her folds. Caitlin moans as I do this, I slowly slide my dick inside her.

"S-Shit, you're really big." Caitlin moans.

"Mm fuck, you're really tight." I moan in pleasure.

I let her take a moment to adjust to my size. "Tell me when to move."

"M-Move." Caitlin moans.

I moan and slowly thrust in and out of her. Caitlin wraps her legs around my waist as I thrust in and out of her. I pick p the pace and go faster we both moan in pleasure as I continue to fuck her.

I lean down and kiss her Caitlin wraps her arms around my neck as I continue to pound her pussy. Air becomes a problem, I break the kiss. I rest my head against hers and look deep in her eyes as I continue to thrust in and out of her.

I go faster and faster, my balls slapping against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and pound into her pussy faster and harder.

"Fuck...right....there." Caitlin squeaks out with each thrust. I go at an angle as I pound her faster hitting her g spot.

"F-Fuck, fuck yes right there!" Caitlin screams.

I moan in pleasure. "Fuck you feel so good clenched around me."

"S-Shit I'm gonna squirt." Caitlin shouts.

I go faster and harder, Caitlin screams in pleasure and squirts all over my abs and dick and all over the sheets.

I moan loudly in pleasure and go faster and faster. I moan as I feel myself getting closer. "F-Fuck, I'm close." I moan.

"Me too, don't stop." Caitlin moans.

I continue pounding her pussy faster and faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I feel my balls tighten as I moan in pleasure.

Creampie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Caitlin moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum deep inside her painting her walls white.

I help Caitlin ride out her high, my cum oozes inside her as I come down from my high. Once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her, thick cum pours out of her and drips onto my abs, my dick and all over the sheets.

I slowly pull out, she gets up and changes positions. She turns her back to me. She slowly pushes the tip of my pick back inside her. We both moan, she slowly slides up and down on my dick.

I moan and slap her ass, Caitlin moans and continues moving up and down on my dick.

I moan as she slides up and down faster and a bit harder. "Ah F-Fuck." I moan.

"S-Shit I feel so full with you inside me." Caitlin moans.

Caitlin slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. I moan loudly and slap her ass again, I moan as I feel myself getting close.

"Ah fuck, I'm close baby." I moan in pleasure.

"S-Shit, me too." Caitlin moans.

Caitlin slides up and down on my dick faster. I moan loudly as I feel my balls tighten.

Creampie #2:

Caitlin slams her ass down on my dick, I moan in pleasure I can't take it anymore. I bust my load deep inside her, Caitlin moans and cums all over my dick.

"Ahh fuck." Caitlin moans in pleasure as I continue to fill her up with my seed.

I help her ride out her high, my cum continues to ooze inside her. Once we both come down from our highs, I slowly pull out of her. Thick cum pours out of her pussy and drips down her thighs and onto my abs and all over my dick and the sheets.

Caitlin moves to the middle of the bed and gets on all fours. She shakes her ass a bit.

"Mmm come on daddy I need more. Drain your balls in me." Caitlin says seductively.

I get behind her, and slowly push my dick back inside her pussy. We both moan, I grab onto her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her.

"Faster." Caitlin moans.

I pick up the pace and go faster and faster. My balls slapping against her skin, our moans fill the room as I pound her pussy.

"A-Ah fuck." Caitlin moans.

"S-Shit baby, you're so tight." I moan in pleasure.

I pound into her faster and harder. I go at an angle and pound into her g spot. Caitlin screams in pleasure as I continue fucking the daylights out of her.

"Fuck...Daddy....Right....There." Caitlin squeaks out with each thrust.

I go faster and harder, Caitlin screams in pleasure and squirts all over my thighs, my dick and all over the bed.

"Fuck, daddy you feel so good inside me." Caitlin moans.

I keep going, I pick up the pace and go faster and faster. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer.

"S-Shit I'm gonna cum again." I moan.

"Me too daddy, drain your balls in me." Caitlin moans.

I moan, I go faster and harder, I moan as I feel myself getting closer. I moan and pound her g spot harder and faster, I moan as I feel my balls tighten.

Creampie #3:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load inside her. Caitlin moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum inside her painting her walls white. I help Caitlin ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her.

Thick cum pours out of her and drips down her thighs and onto the bed.

"Fuck my tits." Caitlin says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I sit on her stomach, I place my dick between her tits. Caitlin covers my dick in spit, and slowly strokes my dick with her boobs.

I moan and lean my head back and close my eyes, as she continues jerking me off with her tits. I massage my boobs roughly as Caitlin continues to stroke my dick with her tits.

I moan and nod. "Yeah...your tits feel amazing wrapped around my dick baby." I moan.

"Fuck my tits. Cum all over my tits and face." Caitlin says seductively.

she strokes my dick with her tits faster than before. I moan loudly as I feel myself getting, after 5 minutes of an amazing tit job I feel my balls tighten.

Cumshot:

I can't take it anymore, I cum all over her tits some of the cum goes on her face and in her mouth. I moan as cum continues to slowly ooze out of my dick and onto her tits.

"Better?" Caitlin asks.

"Yes much better, thank you." I moan.

Caitlin cutely smiles and kisses me. She gets up, she grabs new clothes and goes into the bathroom to shower.

I lay there and stare at the ceiling. I pant catching my breath and coming down from my high.

Holy shit, that was amazing. Can’t believed I just fucked Caitlin Foord.

[justash02]

Womanizer; 11~

A/n; lemme know if you have feedback! It’s always welcome! So are Requests! Text me! I’m nice:>

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Warning; SMUT! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! Oral; M reserving, raw fucking, slut shaming, man handeling?

Pairing; Tom Kaulitz x fem reader.

Previous chapter -> next chapter.

Master list

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"Daddy likes crazy girls."

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Well, he certainly isn't self conscious about his dick... the boy wasted no times, pulling all of the remaining clothes down revealing his... actually pretty dick.

It was pretty long, not that thick, just normal sized? The tip of his dick was nice and pretty. Shit.

His cheeks were starting to heat up as he pumped himself a few times, keeping himself hard for me.

"If you want to stop-" before he could finish his sentence I wrapped my hand around his dick, gently cat licking his tip. His hips shutter at the feeling making me laugh.

"Shut the fuck up before I make you." He choked out, instant heat traveled through me. "Make me."

Before I could think of any possible things he could do he grabbed a hold of my hair, pulled it into a ponytail and pushed my head down making the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat.

My eyes watered at the sudden reflex, he hissed out a few curse words, telling me how good of a girl I am for him.

He slowly released the hold of my hair allowing me to pull back a bit. I placed my lips on his tip once more, gently licking it as jerked him off.

Soft sweet moans fell from the boys lips, making me fall more in love with him then I already was. It almost sounded angelic.

He ran his fingers through my hand, making a ponytail once again, gently pulled my head up and down on his dick.

"So good baby." He praised as I continued to let him use my mouth for his pleasure, "You just love being used like the little slut you are, don't you?" He grunted out, tightening his grip on my hair.

I looked up with him, eyes begging him to keep face fucking me like this as if my life depended on it. This boy has shown me new sides of myself I've never seen before.

"Fuck baby, I don't wanna cum yet." He said, gently tapping the side of my arm that was resting on his thigh. I pulled away from his cock with a pop making him groan at the lack of warmth.

"Did I do good?" I asked, getting off of the ground. Tom's eyes were hooded, filled with pure lust as he nodded. "Always." I smiled, he pulled my close by my hips, gently kissing the exposed skin of my stomach giving me Deja Vu.

I pulled off my shirt, revealing my breast. When I tell you I saw a trail of drool doing down the side of Tom's cheeks I wouldn't be lying. "Not even wearing a bra?" He clicked his tongue as he pulled away from my stomach, gently running his finger over my already harden nipple.

A gasp fell from my lips, making me smirk. His hands went over to my skirt before hitching it up revealing my underwear.

He waisted no time before pulling my underwear down, leaving me only in my skirt. "Did you know I was going to let you have sex with me?" I asked, placing my hands on his shoulder, pushing him on to the bed before getting on top of him.

He shook his head, hands finding my hips once again. "Can I..?" He said, looking down at our bodies. Here goes nothing.

I nodded my head, sitting him, allowing him to do the same. He grabbed a hold of both of my butt cheeks before pumping his cock, lining it towards my entrance.

He slowly pushed my hips down, making me gasps at the feeling for his cock filling me all the way up.

"Fuck baby, your pussy swallows my cock in so well." He chocked out as he was in all the way. My arms around his neck as he leaned closer to hide his face in the curve of my neck, gently kissing the skin while letting me get used to him spreading my pussy out like that.

I pulled his face away from my neck before slamming my lips against his, his arms instantly wrapped around my waisted as I began moving up and down on his long dick.

I moaned ripped from my throat as each of his thrusts hit my G-spot. The cocky bastard knew what he was doing obviously. "Fuck Tom." I choked out. He just smirked as he lets one of his hands travel to my clit, rubbing circles on the nerve.

"S-shit." I cursed out as I could feel my high getting the better of me. The sound of our skin clapping and the groans coming for Tom was more then enough to send me into a intense orgasm.

Tom grinned as he laid down, pulling me with him. He took a tight hold of my hands before fucking into my hole with brute force.

My face red, tears running from my eyes and loud moans ripping from my throat as he abused my already creaming cunt.

"F-fuck go-gonna cum y/n/n." But before I could think of anything he pushed me off of him, quickly standing up before pushing his cock in my mouth, letting me taste myself. 

"Suck, slut." I nodded, quickly getting to work. Soon his warm semen filled over my tongue and into my throat.

Whimpers, and I mean genuinely. Pussy tightening, orgasm triggering, mouth watering wimpers came for the man before me.

He gently kept fucking my mouth, making sure to ride out his high. I could feel his cock growing soft in my mouth before he pulled out.

"Fuck, you better let me do that more."

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I feel so dirty lol.

[x-junwrites-x]

A Little Torn(Red Leader Fluff)

Tord x Reader

Summary: Red Leader comes back after a while of being the pillar of a rising army, shedding his hard coat to be the keen inventor you fell in love with. All you have to do is patch him up and give him a kiss, that's all.

Tw: none

“You look like death warmed over.” Your arms crossed over your chest, leaning back to rest against the doorframe of the bathroom. The endless dripping of the faucet rang out between the steamy heat that pressed against your face when entering the room. Tord grumbled, scars stretching over his face as he frowned at his reflection. He really did look like hell, his cheeks gaunt with bruises mottled over pale skin. He tipped his head back, noting the way your eyes strayed over his back to see other bruises. 

“Let me.” You started, stepping over the dewy bathroom tiles. He shook his head, already knowing that you wouldn’t accept no for an answer when he had just gotten home unannounced last night looking as though he was at death’s doorstep. The Red Army had to move locations again, just narrowly avoiding a sudden raid. His eyes pinched shut at the anger that flooded his veins at the thought of stuffing whoever ratted on them into a meat grinder. Once their base of operations took a heavy hit, it would only take a sudden outburst of resistance among the ranks to cause an uproar. The sound of your tongue clicking interrupted his thoughts, making him pop his eyes open. His head swiveled to meet your gaze, eyes running over the crease in your brow and the determined set in your jaw. He could kiss you.

Instead he stood still as you gently took his cheeks in your hands.

It always shocked you how desperately lonely he looked whenever you showered him with gentle devotion. His eyes fluttered shut, leaning into your hold while letting out the breath he was holding. Your mouth quirked up into a small smile at the sight, warmth flooding your chest at the knowledge that he trusted you enough to let you treat him as though he was something fragile. The two of you knew that he was anything far from it whenever he put on his Red Leader facade. All full of jagged edges and cold eyes that made him the infamous pillar of his empire.

After a second of the two of you held close near the sink, you moved back gently to reach for the first aid kit.

“You don’t have to.” He murmured, staring at your nimble fingers pry the lid open. You always refilled it with new clean rolls of gauze and pads for whenever he came back. It was sort of routine at this point. Even if you knew if he was heavily injured he would be able to go to the medical wing in his base to get help, but for these small things-it was your turn. You started with his left hand, knuckles looking red with torn skin even after the shower. He hissed as you began cleaning the small wounds, frowning as you tsked.

“I thought you would be better at wrapping by now.” you teased under your breath, feeling his fingers start to clench in your upturned palm. 

“Yeah, well I didn’t have enough time for that.” He huffed, watching as you continued to quietly work. Even if his right arm was gone, you still checked the scars running over his right shoulder for any new injuries. Your fingers danced along his collarbone, running down over his sides in fleeting touches. Tord suppressed a shiver at the ticklish feeling, stomach tensing under your touch. It didn’t escape your notice as you let out a puff of breath. 

Once his hand was wrapped, you moved to the nicks in his face. You ran a finger over his bottom lip, laughing as he jerked back.

“Stop it or I’m gonna carry you to bed without getting patched up.” He growled playfully, smiling as you raised your brows.

“Really? Well if I didn’t know any better, I would say that you’d be able to walk with that limp.” You smirked at his quirk in his brow.

“Just get on with it.” He sighed, petulantly tilting his face away like a child. Your soft giggles made his heart stutter. 

“Alright, alright, come back here.” You gently guided his chin back down. Tord’s eyes crinkled slightly at the sight of the serious look that crossed back over your face as you got to work.

“What?” You asked, eyes not leaving his split eyebrow.

“I’m not going to let you go ever, kjære.” He murmured reverently, making you falter slightly. A hand cupped your cheek, thumb running over the smooth skin under your eye. He tilted your head up, pressing in closer until you were kissing. Your eyes closed shut, hand reaching for his sides to hold onto as he deepened the kiss until you were breathless. Tord moved back, eyes staying on your mouth as your lips parted. Before you could say anything, he interrupted.

“Can you finish so I can go to sleep?” You gasped as you smacked him on his good shoulder. 

“You can’t just do that!” His bright laughter filled the bathroom, echoing among the tile as he reeled his head back.

“Come on.” He mused, bandaged hand curled around yours.

You mumbled a curse under your breath, pouting.

Damn him.

The end.

[atonalginger]

Through Plasma and Flames, update #26

Happy Halloween and Merry Boopmas everyone!

Chapter 26 is now live on ao3 and Dawn got one hell of a report from Garvey. Sort of news that knocks one off their feet.

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The tables outside the inn were all clean with not a soul around. Not surprising given how late it was. Dawn stopped in front of the door and looked back toward the entrance of the city before she stole a look at her pipboy. She was hit with the realization that it was three in the morning, what are you doing up and complaining, McDonough?

“Everything alright?” Eric asked as he looked around.

McDonough was one of her suspects. Piper’s articles were more than drivel; there was something odd going on with the mayor. Refusing all missing persons cases, always downplaying the existence of the Institute, too focused on all the wrong parts of managing a settlement, and too quick to throw out a journalist for asking questions. Now he was at the gate yelling at the guards over Giddy, a massive mutant hound that wouldn’t hesitate to rip the mystery man in black apart if he showed up. 

Are we inconveniencing your friend, Mayor? Dawn thought as she looked to Eric, “Just thinking. Let’s head inside and see what’s going on.”

As Vadim grabbed the door handle a flurry of steps, paws galloping through the mud, caused Dawn to spin around. Dogmeat, the lacquer black German Shepherd she’d found months ago at the Red Rocket, came to a halt at her feet and sat perfectly. The blue Minuteman bandana popped against his fur. Dawn knelt down and gave him behind the ear scritches while she asked softly, “what are you doing here boy? How’d you get past the guards?”

Dogmeat was panting heavy, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth and looked back toward the alley just as a rail thin Minuteman came into view. He was wheezing as he came to a stop next to one of the tables and doubled over trying to catch his breath.

“Here, you’ll recover better if you stand like this,” Eric walked over and helped the Minuteman stand tall and brought his hands to the top of his head, “focus on getting slow deep breaths.”

“Did you try to ditch your escort?” Dawn asked Dogmeat, trying her best to hide her amusement.

“Did he ever,” the Minuteman said between gasps, “Garvey’s order no more than reached the Hills and that jerk was running. I got chose to follow him because out of everyone there I’m the best distance runner but…Dogmeat wins.”

“What were Garvey’s orders?” Dawn asked.

“Dogmeat was to be brought to Diamond City. That was all. And Dogmeat heard his name and took off.” The Minuteman wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and staggered forward a step, “we were both lucky we didn’t find any resistance on the road. He ran so fast I forgot to grab a gun.”

“Let’s get him inside and laid down,” Dawn stood back up and thumbed at the door. She looked down at Dogmeat and tried to scowl at the beautiful shepherd, “you need to be more respectful of your comrades, soldier.”

Dogmeat let out a low ‘woof’ and then stood up and walked over to the runner and nosed his hand at his side.

“Yeah, yeah,” the Minuteman laughed, “apology accepted.”

[hanjsquokka]

han jisung × fem!reader , nsfw , oral (m receiving) , overstimulation , multiple orgasms (2) , semi-public , 0.6K words

wtf did i just write 💀 (very much inspired by this live)

also hi @lix-ables hehe

you could hear him saying goodbye to his fans on the live, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. his eyes glanced up at you curiously when the door clicked open, eyes softening at your figure. you smiled in return but the lusty appeal in your eyes was a dead giveaway to what you were about to do, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“b-baby?” boba eyes widened in shock, he tried to stop you (did he though?) when your fingers gripped the loops of his jeans and started to tug them downward along with his boxers. his dick sprang out, the tip angry and red, leaking with precum and a prominent vein sticking out at the side.

“already?” you teased, taking him into your hands, pumping him a few times which made his hips jerk upward from the chair he was sitting in, face contorted as he tried to hold back those beautiful moans.

“fuck. baby we can't… anyone could walk in here…” even though he was mostly long gone, the rational part of him knew it was super risky. he had to go film a tiktok with felix and changbin. they were going to come looking for him sooner or later.

“please?” you swiped a thumb over the slit of his tip, watching the way he bit down on his lip.

a muffled whimper came from him before his own hand reached down and wrapped around his shaft, moving himself to your mouth. he tapped the tip against your bottom lip. you gladly accepted, starting to suck him off. “fuck…” a shaky exhale left his mouth once he felt yours wrapped his cock, the sight of your pretty pink lips driving him crazy. his hands went to your hair, guiding you up and down. when he hit the back of your throat, you gagged and your eyes welled up with tears. he grunted when your free hand rested on his thigh, nails digging into the soft flesh as he throat-fucked you.

you pulled away from his dick, taking a gulp of fresh air and trailing kisses along his slick shaft, making him whine and writhe in his seat, desperate to have your warm mouth around him around. you obliged (for once), taking the head of his cock around your lips again, tongue sliding over the slit, making him buck his hips into your mouth.

you began bobbing your head up and down again, your scalp stinging from the iron grip he had on your hair. your saliva and his leaking tip added to the mess you were making, him barely able to contain the whiny moans anymore.

“gonna — fuck — gonna cum baby, please — ah fuck —” you felt his thigh tense up underneath your palm, and felt thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat. you pulled away with a pop, but wrapped your hands around his dick and started to move them up and down. “no — baby, fuck —” his knuckles were white as he gripped the armrest of the chair, body jolting with overstimulation, face flushed with arousal. “t-too much —”

“just give me one more ji, please?” you looked at him with puppy eyes continuing your actions. his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and nodded, lips swollen and red from biting them to contain his sinful sounds. his second orgasm happened much quicker, body trembling as he came again, all over your face.

“fuck, baby you're nasty.” he was panting, but a bashful smile was on his face when he pulled you up to his face and kissed you, tasting himself on your lips. “i'm so going to get you back for this.”

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[ My Eyes Only #12 ]

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Israel let himself be led—dragged, really—from the restaurant to the parking lot. Edward asked where his car was, and he answered on autopilot while his brain was preoccupied with too many other thoughts.

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Israel let himself be led—dragged, really—from the restaurant to the parking lot. Edward asked where his car was, and he answered on autopilot while his brain was preoccupied with too many other thoughts.

Was he really okay with having his life turned upside-down?

Edward had him under some kind of spell, one that made him do absurd things he’d never dreamed of doing before. And now he was going to have sex in a car, in the parking lot of a restaurant he’d jerked off in just a few moments ago.

He was out of control.

Edward pinned him up against the car and peppered his neck with hungry half-kisses, half-bites, like he couldn’t decide which he wanted to do. His hands wandered into Israel’s pockets to find his keys, and the car unlocked with a quiet cli-click.

“In y’go,” Edward mumbled against his collarbone that he treated to one last kiss before pulling away and tugging the back door open.

Israel remained where he was just a moment longer, panting, sucking in the cool evening air into his too-hot lungs.

He was out of control, and he fucking loved it.

With as much decorum as he could muster, he started to climb into the backseat; then there was a firm slap to his ass, and he yelped in surprise as he fell in the rest of the way.

Edward shuffled in close behind him and as soon as he got the door shut, his hands were on Israel, pulling him upright and fumbling with the front of his pants.

“Really, truly just wanted t’go on a normal date,” Edward whispered in his ear, lips teasing the sensitive skin.

“Fock normal.” Israel pressed his back to Edward’s chest and lifted his hips off the seat so his pants could be pushed halfway down his thighs. “Neither of us are normal.”

Edward huffed a laugh that tickled the skin behind his ear. “Turn around so I can look at you.”

In the cramped space, Israel managed to maneuver himself so his back was against the door, one leg off the seat and the other pressed to the back cushion. His cock bobbed in the air, and he swallowed as he watched Edward shift forward and lean down.

The first touch of tongue to the head sent a thrill of pleasure through his nerves, and he let his head drop back against the window as he moaned his approval.

And then, Edward licked a long stripe from base to tip, the smooth metal bead he’d nearly forgotten about made its presence known with the way it trailed along the sensitive skin.

Edward took him in his mouth and swirled his tongue so the piercing rubbed along the flared crown, pressed it into the little dip at the underside of the head and rubbed it there. Israel did everything he could not to buck his hips, his thighs twitching and one hand scrabbling for purchase in his desperation to grab onto something. He found the seatbelt and wrapped it around his hand so hard the safety kicked in and gave a loud chunk of a click.

Edward popped off and said with a low husk to his already sensual voice, “Y’can just grab m’hair, Iz.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He let go of the seatbelt and buried both hands in Edward’s luxuriously soft hair, nails scratching over his scalp, earning a moan that was almost as delectable as Edward descending upon him again.

This time, Edward focused on just the head while one hand wrapped around the shaft and stroked. Israel let out a shaky sigh, his head rolled to the side to watch as the windows started to fog up around the edges.

He coaxed the man with a squeeze of both hands, then slid one down to caress an ear, feeling the curve of it and tugging on the lobe.

Edward moaned again, cock still in his mouth so the sound vibrated its way to Israel’s core and forced a louder moan out of him.

“Fuck, Edward—Ed—”

Edward pulled his hand away and slowly took all of him until his nose brushed against wiry hairs, and his throat tightened as he tried to swallow around him. The heat, the tightness, the fact that they were doing this in a public space, the damn press of that tongue piercing—

Israel came with a muffled grunt, then cried out when Edward swallowed again and again, swallowed his cum with such eagerness that keeping quiet was the furthest thing from Israel’s mind.

He closed his eyes and just tried to breathe, but there was a certain clarity that followed an orgasm that Israel couldn’t simply bask in the afterglow.

“Your turn,” Israel said with a slight slur to his voice, his body and mind not at all in sync.

Edward straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and gave a quiet chuckle. “I’d really like t’cum on yer face, actually. Won’t take long. Pretty fuckin’ ready t’blow.”

Israel slumped down in the seat, his legs sprawling to lazily wrap around Edward. He watched as the man hiked up his skirt and pulled his hard cock out of his underwear—lacy panties, Israel noted with a twitch of his own softening cock.

It took a bit of maneuvering, but Edward finally settled with one hand braced on the window and his knee nestled against Israel’s hip.

“Ready?” Edward asked, his hand moving quickly over his cock with an audible sound that threatened to draw all of Israel’s attention. “’M fuckin’ close after suckin’ you off.”

He said things so plainly that Israel actually felt like blushing—and may have, though he also could have just been flushed from all the excitement.

Israel finally nodded and dared to part his lips in invitation. Edward’s eyes darkened at the sight and his hand moved faster, and Israel watched the first shot of cum aimed right at his mouth. It went wide, streaking across his cheek, and was closely followed by another that landed on his lower lip.

He quickly ran his tongue over his lip while his face was painted with a third stripe that crossed over the first, narrowly missing his eye.

He glanced up to see Edward’s face, his blissful expression as he watched, his half-lidded stare and his tongue held between his teeth.

It was perfection, and Israel couldn’t look away, even at risk of getting cum in his eyes.

Edward released a long, shuddering breath and leaned back, letting his head loll to one side as if he’d gone boneless. “Fuck, Iz. Y’look good like this.”

Like this. With his pants around his knees, sprawled in the backseat of his car, legs all akimbo, cum on his face. He felt good, though, even if he also felt a bit vulnerable.

Vulnerable was a new word, he thought. And it scared him how much he didn’t mind being vulnerable in front of Edward, who was tucking himself back into his panties and asking things like “y’got any napkins” and huffing a quiet laugh when Israel just stared back at him, unable to process words outside his own thoughts.

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Lots of requests for this! So this should cover them all unless I come up with a new one! So happy you’re enjoying the content, babe ❤️

We Don’t Spit, We Swallow.

Warnings: murder/serial killer, being tied up/held captive, abduction, blood, smut (straight filth), oral

You could taste the metallic tang of blood before you opened your eyes. 

When you did open them, you wished you’d kept the closed. 

Your wrists stung as you attempted to pry them apart from behind your back, but the pole you were tied to was too thick to accomplish anything. 

“Oh, you’re up,” a man’s voice you didn’t recognize sounded. 

You said nothing, wincing as you turned your head too fast toward the voice. 

“Careful, you hit your head pretty good on the way down here.” 

You couldn’t remember that. 

You couldn’t remember...anything.

The man took steps toward you, crouching once he was close enough to touch you. You turned your head to the side. You didn’t want to see him; you didn’t want him to touch you.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I won’t hurt you.” 

Kitten?

“Who are you?” You finally said, your voice cracking, partly from fear the rest from a burning in your throat that made speaking hurt like hell. Were you screaming on the way down there?

His fingers grasped your chin, turning your head to face him. Your eyes were slightly blurry, but you could see his features. Dark, curly hair and a sharp jaw line. A pair of dark eyebrows sat just above his piercing green eyes. He was skinny and much tall; even crouched down in front of you he towered over you. Normally, you’d find a creature this genetically blessed mesmerizing. But you were tied to a pole, and he was looking at you with a maniacal sort of twinkle in his eye that made any ounce of want for him disappear. 

“Darling,” he said. 

What was with the fucking pet names?

“I can’t tell you that.” His knees popped as he stood back up and walked around you. 

“Why?

His shoes clicked as he came back around as he stalked his prey and faced you again. 

“Because then you’ll tell everyone I killed all of your friends.” 

He said it simply, like it was as common an occurrence as checking the mail. 

Your eyes widened, and you were certain you could feel your own pupils dilate. 

“Oh,” he said, putting a hand in front of his mouth, feigning shock. “You don’t remember do you?”

“Let me go. I won’t tell anyone anything, I swear. Let me go, please.” 

He rushed over to you, crouching again. 

“Shhh, don’t worry.” 

You started jerking against the pole, trying to push your hands through the rope that kept them bound together. You cried out as the skin began to peel away, exposing more raw, bloody flesh. 

“Easy, easy, love.” 

“Stop calling me names!” You said, spitting in his face. 

You were still as it landed on him. Right above that oddly perfect eyebrow. He let it drip down his face, and when it neared his lips, his let his tongue slip out, swiping your spit into his mouth.

“Mmm, you’re lucky you’re my favorite,” he growled. 

You cringed. You didn’t want to be his favorite. 

“But even favorites have to be punished.”

Your heart sank into your stomach when you heard his words. You didn’t know what he was going to do or what he was capable of doing, but he killed your friends and had you captive. Anything else that happened couldn’t be good. 

“We’re gonna have to fill that mouth of yours,” he said. 

You watched as his hands made his way down to his belt. He fumbled with it for a few seconds before pulling his zipper down with a sharp zip. 

How do you get out of this?

Better yet, how do you get out of this alive. 

You couldn’t run. 

You couldn’t even move.

So, you’d have to pretend. 

He pulled out his cock, stroking it delicately as he stepped toward you. 

“Gonna teach you a lesson. Open up.” 

Everything in you wanted to fight, to jerk your head to the side. But that wasn’t the way out of this. 

You obeyed him. Opening your mouth, your tongue hung out slightly. A perfect, pillowy platform for him to slide his dick against. 

“So obedient,” he said as he smacked your tongue with the tip of his cock. “I’m gonna teach you how to behave.” 

He didn’t give you a chance to prepare as he slammed his cock all the way into your mouth. You gagged immediately. 

“Mmm, I like that sound.”  He slid out slowly. You could feel every vein that popped out of the silky skin of his cock. Your eyes watered as he slid back in as slow as he came out. He touched the back of your throat, and the salty taste of precum slid down your throat. Your mouth hung open, as he fucked it. Spit and drool mixed with tears hung from your chin. Your throat made rhythmic gurgling sounds as he continued. 

He moaned as he pressed his palms against the same pole you were tied to, thrusting his hips back and forth. 

You had to make this count. You had to make this so good for him that he’d let you go. 

As he fucked your mouth, you bobbed your head, meeting each of his thrusts. It was hard with your hands tied behind your back. You’d normally grasp a man’s legs as you sucked him off. As he pulled out of your mouth, you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him so hard, his pull out was slower, strained. It was like sucking a thick milkshake through a straw. 

Only better. 

You suddenly had the overwhelming urge to make him cum. 

And he was holding back. Making it last as long as possible. 

You gagged and moaned on his cock, sucking him like your life depended on it. 

It did. 

His beat his fist into the pole. He was close to his release; you could tell by the tight muscles in his thigh. 

You wanted to touch yourself, but you couldn’t. 

It was torture. 

His cock twitched in your mouth. He slid in and out twice more as he unloaded himself into your mouth. 

When he was empty, he slid out, immediately grabbing your chin, keeping it locked shut. 

“There’s your first lesson, kitten. We don’t spit, we swallow.

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[feverhee]

< mr. romantic. > 

pairing : jay x fem ! reader genre, trope : smut, established relationship, kinda crack too idk warnings : blowjob, deepthroat, mentions of period

yui : idk about this i just wanted to write a jay & blowjob 😭

It’s a Sunday evening and you’re just on the couch, scrolling through your phone lazily when your boyfriend comes out of your shared room. You believe his game with his friends just ended because he stopped yelling already on the mic like seven minutes ago. You raise your head up to look at Jay, the sound of the tiktok video left playing continues while you stare up at him. “What?”

Your boyfriend only gives a smile and you already know what it means; you know him too well. You pucker your lips and raise a hand to feel him over the fabric of his sweats. Jay’s breath hitches as soon as you put the littlest pressure on his crotch. “What did you do?” you ask and chuckle. “Were you watching hentai?”

“No, what the hell?” Jay denies and clicks his tongue. “Can we just get down to it? It’s…it’s really hard, it's getting painful, love.”

“I’m on my period, Jay,” you pout at him again, looking up with those doe eyes unknowingly. Jay gulps as he looks at you and comes to a realization that he’s never gotten a head from you. Jay has always been careful and loving even when you’re having sex that he’s never wandered into the thoughts of doing dirty things to you. It’s always ‘making love’ with you and not ‘fucking’ you. It’s always even on missionary because he thinks it’s so lovely and romantic and he has the access to your lips so he could kiss you as much as he wants where you should be kissed. “Can’t you just jerk off or something?”

“Can you just give me a blowjob instead?” he asks and his face almost immediately turns red. Your jaw drops and you look away, chest about to explode. “I’m sorry.”

You look up at him again and let out a stifled laugh. “No, it’s okay. I’m just shocked. Mr. Romantic guy is asking for a head.” With a giggle, you grab Jay’s hands and pull him closer - closer until he is standing between your spread legs. “I’m not really good at this. I’ve never given anyone a blowjob before. Will you be okay?”

“Can’t judge if I’ve never had a head before, right?” Jay caresses your cheek and smiles a little too excitedly when your eyes fall to his crotch again. “You’re the best for me anyway, no matter what you do.”

You let out a soft giggle again and lightly punch him in the stomach. He never fails to make you feel all the butterflies, heck maybe you could feel a whole forest inside you whenever he praises you even for the smallest things you do. You always feel so loved by him and no one has ever made you feel the same before Jay came.

He pulls his shirt off and acts a little silly by throwing it to the side while wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Stop that. Get me into the mood, don’t be funny!” you laugh at him, only stopping when Jay leans down and breathes softly, air hitting your lips before he takes them for a kiss. It starts so soft and gradually becomes an open mouth kiss. You could feel how needy he is and you pull away just when he starts sucking your tongue. “Why are you so horny? No way you didn’t watch something.”

“I didn’t, I swear,” Jay says and you both chuckle. “Check my history.” 

He stands up straight, his shaft so hard it’s about to poke its way out of the sweats he’s wearing. You finally pull the clothing down with anticipation, heart thumping, you’ve seen his dick too many times but never so close. It springs out, tip already oozing with precum and veins about to pop.

You bite an excited smile back as you wrap your fingers around it, circling your thumb at the tip to spread the wetness all over it. Maybe this feels odd and hot at the same time. You could clearly feel his veins against your palm and you could almost feel his dick pulsating in your gentle grip - so gentle and so soft it’s only making Jay go harder than he already is. When you start to move your hand, jerking him off, you put your lips so close to his tip at the same time that Jay had to close his eyes for a second. He didn’t think seeing your face near his cock would be something much needed and also something that could probably give him a heart attack or something.

“Look at me,” you bite your tongue as you smile up at him, getting into the mood and feeling naughty after seeing his reaction. When Jay opens his eyes, the tongue that was once trapped between your teeth extends out to give him a little lick. Jay lets out a heavy breath and his lips morph into a smirk as he rubs a hand on his chin, unable to believe this sight and this feeling.

“Fuck,” he mutters and bucks his hips a little, dick sliding to the side of your face, making you giggle softly. You grab it again, taking him into your mouth without warning and sucking him like your favorite lollipop once and letting go with a pop. “Fuck, fuck,” his voice cracks. All he could do is curse while his chest heaves. “Is this really your first time?”

“Yeah,” you nod and stick your tongue out, slapping it with his cock. 

“I don’t believe you. You look like you know how to do this really well.” Jay reaches out for your hair, grabbing it in a ponytail, making you moan a little. He never does that and now you feel like he needs to do it more. You were definitely missing out.

“Hey, if I get this into my throat, can I get a reward?”

“Can you take a deepthroat?” Jay smirks, pulling your hair from the back, making your neck stretch a little and then his eyes dart on your throat.

“I think,” you say with a shrug. You’re just assuming you could because you don’t really gag that easily, and maybe you’re really curious that you’ve read blowjob techniques before but Jay doesn’t have to know about that. “Give me your Nintendo Switch?”

“I’ll even buy you one,” he casually says and you almost let out a whimper. 

“Gosh, the urge to call you daddy.”

“I don’t mind. You wanna call me daddy, hm?”

You hum and nod your head, mouthing ‘daddy’ before taking him into your mouth again, deeper this time, letting his tip touch just the back of your tongue. You let him go with a pop again, immediately licking the underside of his cock after, tracing the veins from his base to the tip and then swirling your tongue around before taking him in once more.

Jay’s eyebrows furrow when you hollow your cheeks around him, his grip on your hair tightens as your nails dig into the skin of his hips, and your eyes are locked in a staring game all the while. You pull away and gulp, then you get off the couch to kneel down on the floor, in front of his standing figure.

Jay lets go of your hair and holds your jaw instead, doing it his way and pushing his cock into your mouth, slowly, slowly, feeling it get tighter as he slips into your throat. You breathe through your nose, eyes tearing up a little. Jay lets out deep groans as he starts to buck his hips little by little, your eyes still locked with each other. Oh, those eyes glistening with tears under him right now.

When he pulls out, you gasp for air and laugh softly. You don’t take a long rest now that you found out what you’re capable of doing. You grab his shaft again. His hand finds your hair again as well. You quickly lick his underside just like before, then you take his balls into your mouth while pumping him with your hand. A string of profanities comes past his pretty lips before biting his bottom lip as soon as you spit on his tip. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jay whispers, making you open your mouth. He watches your spit drip back into your mouth before pushing his shaft in and losing control, just fucking your face while staring down at you with furrowed eyebrows and lustful eyes. You bob your head to his rhythm as well and hollow your cheeks, making Jay lose his mind further. You could feel your cunt throbbing and all you could do is move your hips, trying to get the slightest friction at least.

“So good, love,” he breathes out. “You’re so good, love, I’m gonna cum,” he says, repeating it several times. You pulled away and started to pump him really fast until hot thick liquid came spurting out of his small slit, catching most of it with your mouth while some drew white lines over the skin of your hot cheeks. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck,” your words were a bit incoherent, not knowing what to do with the cum in your mouth. “Do I swallow?”

“What?” Jay asks, unable to understand you clearly. “Oh, spit it out. Here,” he hands you the shirt he discarded earlier.

You spit it out completely and wipe the strings of his cum on your face. “I don’t know about the taste,” you chuckle and get up to hug Jay’s waist while looking up. “But getting a little dirtier than usual is quite fun.”

“Should we…”

“I love your romantic side, Jay, I really do. But, uhm, maybe…”

“Maybe I should eat you out when your period is over,” Jay suggests and wiggles his eyebrows as he sits you both down on the couch. You jokingly agree with the same silly face. He then takes your lips in an open mouth kiss again, getting deeper and deeper until you’re lying on your back with him hovering over you. He pulls away and brushes your hair with his fingers. “Your mouth tastes disgusting right now.”

“This is the taste of your dick!”

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A Gamer's Focus (M)

♱ g e n r e // smut, pwp

♱ w c // 0,895k

♱ c o n t e n t s // oral (receiving), fingering.

♱ s y n o p s i s // support under the desk? jaemin's favorite position, he tests to see how long you can focus on playing while he's busy between your legs.

♱ a n // a short one, wanted it longer but this is good <33 feel free to send in feedback, greatly appreciated here <33

You sit comfortably in your gaming chair intensely focusing on the video game you’re playing. Pressing the keys hard enough you can hear the clicks throughout the bedroom.

“Fuck” you blurt out. The screen lights up red indicating that you’ve been eliminated. You huff out a breath, tapping on your mouse as you’re in the waiting lobby of another match.

“Language babe” you hear a voice sound so soothing. A pair of hands placed on your shoulders giving them a much needed massage. Mumbling out a sorry to him and facing him with a small pout.

Jaemin leans forward meeting your lips with a peck before you put your focus back onto the screen ahead of you. An idea pops in his head as if a lightbulb flashes brightly above him, he grins to himself as he asks.

“Want me to be the support?” waiting for a reply, you only give him a hum which he takes as a “yes”. He squats down before he crawls under the desk you’re playing at.

Not paying attention to him during the match, he pushes your chair back a bit and grabs onto your hips pulling your lower half closer to his face. Spreading your legs, placing one on the armrest of the seat he places multiple kisses on your inner thighs.

Giving them each an equal amount of attention, biting and sucking on the flesh sure to leave the area with purple bruises. You whimper feeling his kisses which tickle but the sudden pain from his bites make you jerk and lose concentration on your match.

Fingering with the hem of your shorts he pulls them down slowly. “Stay focused, pretty girl” he murmured. You lift your hips up allowing him to easily slide the piece of clothing off, then diving back into what he started.

Pushing your legs apart again, placing them on the arm rest as if he’s impatient to taste you. He places his tongue flat against your panties, licking a stripe on the area soaked with your slick. He groans satisfied with the taste, cursing lowly as he pushes the fabric to the side.

The coolness of the air comes in contact with your heat making you whine. You try your hardest as you keep your hands busy on the keyboard, the task was hard for you but you kept up. 

The sudden warmth of his tongue is back onto your now bare cunt, letting out a moan louder than you intend. “So pretty” he mouths against your nub giving it kitten licks. His fingers prodding at your entrance, covered in your own slick.

He slides in his index finger pumping it at a slow pace before he adds in a second finger. Gripping onto the armrest, at this point you forget about the game in front of you, more worried about the male between your legs.

The cold metal of his rings come in contact with your cunt bringing a shiver down your spine. It feels heavenly, the metal teasing at your entrance and easing inside you as he repeatedly pushes past.

He places sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your pussy as he thrust his fingers inside you, he doesn’t ease up on his pace, relentlessly pounding his digits into your wetness as you clench down on his digits.

Biting your bottom lip to hold back your moans, humming as your hand makes its way to his long brown, silky locs giving it a harsh tug. He removes his fingers, replacing it with his tongue lapping up at your juices before he dips his tongue in your hole.

“Mhm j-jaemin, so good” you whine out, rutting your pussy onto his mouth at a steady pace. You slide your hand up your torso under your shirt, pinching one of your nipples. The extra friction and the sudden stinging pain brings more heat to your body, throwing your head back against the chair.

Jaemin is so messy when he eats you out, loud lewd noises coming from both your mouth and between your legs. His hands are placed firmly on the back of your thighs as you use his mouth to your liking. You race towards your orgasm, speeding up your pace, panting as you get closer, and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck, m’so close” you pant out. Nails digging into his scalp, leaving the area stinging in pain but he doesn’t mind as you’re fucking yourself on his tongue. He moans into your pussy as he looks up at your figure above him, the muffled sounds sending vibrations throughout your whole body making you cry out. You look so beautiful like this, he thought.

Your thighs tremble with the intense amount of pleasure you’re receiving, stumbling over a ton of words sounding like nothing but nonsense. Moaning out jaemin’s name, chanting it repeatedly as you arch your back off the chair.

A few more seconds, your hips stutter and still as your high crashes down on you. Irregularly breathing after the intense actions you've done, you finally take a look down at him, seeing his mouth, nose, and chin all covered in your wetness. 

He rises up from his spot under the desk after he pushes your chair back further. Latching his lips onto yours with a messy kiss you taste yourself on his lips and tongue, moaning lightly. 

“Should do this more often”

[bound-vivisection]

Please share more thoughts about Steddie hand feeding. The first thing that came to mind was Steve on his knees being fed which is great, but now I can’t stop picturing Eddie on the couch reading completely ignoring Steve who’s been needy all day. He’d make Steve be quiet and sit still like a good boy except when Eddie snaps his fingers that means he has to give daddy a piece of his snack

((Dear God I am so sorry this was supposed to be nice and it ended up being mean because I am a mean person please forgive me adfjgfks))

Steve was pouting. His day had initially started off amazingly. Eddie waking him up with their head between his thighs, nursing his throbbing cock sweetly. He quickly found himself clutching their wild curls, a familiar burn setting in his stomach.

“Nngh- Daddy gonna cum- please?”

Instead of answering Eddie gave a soft hum of acknowledgment, his half lidded eyes meeting Steve’s. They slowly pulled away from his cock with a soft pop, licking a broad stripe over the twitching length. Pressing a cruelly sweet kiss at the base before pushing himself up and off the bed.

“Come on baby, time to get ready.” Eddie quickly began dressing himself. Picking up a previously worn pair of pants up off the floor and sniffing them before deeming them acceptable to be reworn.

“Hh- what?” Steve’s pleasure drunk brain raced to catch up, his poor cock jerking with realization that he would not be cumming anytime soon.

Admittedly he had been moody the rest of the day. Eddie had dragged him to do numerous chores around town as if he hadn’t been leaking in his pants. Anytime he had attempted to get their attention he had been brushed off. The few times he had gotten his Daddy’s attention long enough to play had ended much the same way. Eddie edging his desperate cock only to completely stop when he got close. Eddie had been especially cruel when he fingered his messy cunt in the family bathroom of the general store, cupping his free hand over Steve’s gapping mouth to keep him quiet.

Now here he was, sitting on his knees where Eddie placed him in front of the couch. Eddie laid across the couch, feet propped up on the opposite armrest. He had put on a random movie that Steve honestly couldn’t care less about, before burying himself in a book. They had at least been kind enough to make him a bag of popcorn before completely ignoring him.

Steve huffed quietly, frustrated tears welling in his eyes as he bitterly popped one of the kernels in his mouth. He had managed to distract himself enough between the popcorn and the movie that he almost didn’t hear the sharp snap.

His head turned to look at Eddie’s expectant gaze.

“What?” Steve questioned with genuine confusion.

“Popcorn, Stevie. Feed me some.”

Steve couldn’t help but snort in disbelief. “Must suck to want something huh?”

He had said the words before thinking, when he processed what he had actually said he felt cold fear crawl it’s way into his chest. Judging by the knowing smirk on Eddie’s face, for good reason.

Eddie’s usual warm brown eyes had darkened, his expression unbothered as he through his legs over the side of the couch to sit up properly in front of Steve.

“Sorry, what was that sweetie?” Eddie tilted his head as he asked.

Swallowing around a dry mouth, Steve contemplated his next words. “I’ve been trying to get your attention all day Daddy.”

Eddie clicked his tongue thoughtfully at Steve’s answer. Shaking his head with a little chuckle as he braced his hands on his knees, pushing himself to stand dramatically as he always does. Stepping closer to Steve until his scuffed shoes where aligned with their tender aching knees.

Reaching down to grip Steve by the chin, not so kindly yanking his gaze up to meet his.

“Well you got my attention now, brat. Make it worth my while.”

[uncouth-the-fifth]

Prompt 138 and 189 for Dames pls🥺🥺

138. "Were you just masturbating?" and 189. "I don't know what to do." / "Then let me teach you," with Damian Wayne.

i claimed i was going to start writing shy readers, then i immediately wrote the boldest reader ever 🤰 that’s my legacy. set when Damian still lives at the manor at about 19 <3

The house was suspiciously quiet. You knew that Bruce and Alfred would be gone, but considering how your texts were left on delivered, Damian had probably forgotten you were coming over. Or, some grand adventure had carried him away for the night. You tried to brace yourself for disappointment as your footsteps padded through the echoing halls of the house. Worse case scenario, Damian had forgotten and you’d get to make dinner and spend time with Alfred, like last time.

Even after being Damian’s girlfriend for several months, the Manor still intimidated you. It’s structure was confusing and sound travelled oddly, like it was cushioned by the breath of the Wayne family ghosts. You weren’t freaked out, per se. But you did sneak a little quieter while looking for Damian.

When you couldn’t find him in the library or with his pets in the observatory, your last option was his room. Again, you were daunted with the task of remembering which door was Damian’s, since they all looked the same.

A muffled sound drew you to the middlemost door in the hall. Damian was the only one who lived at home anymore, so it had to be him.

Still spooked by the rest of the house, you took the handle and eased it open as quietly as you could. Damian could be napping. He could be painting, or sketching, and neither would make a good moment to disturb him. He could be—

Touching himself. Naked.

Damian had just gotten out of the shower. His bronze shoulders were dotted with water drops, and his short, tousled black hair was shiny and damp. There was a sexy, tired edge to his face that told you he’d had an awful day - then it broke into shy bliss when his thumb brushed his tip. One hand held him up, sitting at his bedside with his legs spread and a towel open under his thighs. He was stunningly hard. The long, girthy dick that you’d only glimpsed on accident before sat awkwardly in Damian’s hands, and it occurred to you that this was the first time he’d ever done this. He’d never pleasured himself before.

Not once. If you thought about it (and you did, often), Damian seemed too prude and impersonal to satisfy himself that way. It was more in character for him to beat on a punching bag for a couple hours instead of destressing... like this.

You locked your surprised gasp in your throat, arm jerking to slam the door. A thousand apologies came to mind. But you couldn’t lie to yourself.

It was hot, and you wanted to watch.

This, of course, was right when Damian noticed you. Before you could blink, he was across the room, the towel was around his waist again and he was snarling at you, face explosively red. Damian cursed in Arabic. He moved to slam the door in your face, spitting in shame, but you were in the way of the frame. It felt like your feet were glued to the floor.

Your boyfriend, with his moist muscles, his sexy scars, getting a hard on for you... Thinking about you a little too deeply in the shower, and emerging to resolve it himself... Damian had only gotten turned on with you once before - you’d been making out, hands in each other’s shirts and tongues in each other’s mouths, only for him to suddenly bolt up and disappear. You wondered what he’d been thinking about. Or even better, who.

Stupidly, you asked, “...Were you just masturbating?”

“No, I was battling Clayface,” Damian snapped. “What do you think I was doing, L/N?”

“Wait!” You yelped, but you couldn’t understand why he’d want to. “Was... Is this your first time doing that?”

Damian glared at you hard enough to steamroll you, shame leaking out of his pores. If you dared to look between you - and you did - he was still painfully hard, and so, so big. Drool pooled into your mouth without your permission, and you had to audibly swallow it to be able to speak again. When Damian realized where you’d peeked, he blanched. He was still soaking wet. (You probably were, too).

He shuffled in place, and did something that surprised you. Damian avoided your eyes. “Why should you care? And - and what are you even doing here?”

“You texted me that you missed me last weekend. You wanted to teach me chess, and I think you said that we could talk about the book we’re reading together,” you babbled. “We... we made plans for today? It’s okay if you don’t remember... um, it looks like you had a very hard day...”

To help your predicament, you added with a sigh, “...Very hard.”

Damian cleared his throat. He put a hand on the doorframe beside you, bicep raised by your face. “...I - I did. Miss you.”

Again, you gestured to his towel. “I can tell.”

He shot you a flat look that very clearly read, not funny. Damian forced himself to stand still, at a total loss for words beyond that point. To you, it looked like an opening.

“Maybe I could...” you hooked your finger into the waist of his towel, moving deeper into his space, “help you with that?”

Damian smelled like pure sex. Beneath that was his heady bodywash and shampoo, which floated off him like his humidity did, intoxicating and full of flavor. It was like stepping into the radius of a love spell. You already loved Damian, but the heat coming off of him made you want to show him how much.

His expression was demure. Damian lifted his chin to snatch up his remaining dignity, and you didn’t miss his sacrifice of vulnerability. “...Yes. I didn’t... I didn't know what to do.”

Damian’s answer winded you. Your sudden role-reversal was strange, but the newness was welcome. Usually, you were the embarrassed one that Damian was teaching, so an opportunity to teach him - especially about something like this - seemed irresistible. And Damian admitting that he wasn’t equipped for something? He might as well have dropped down on one knee and given you a ring.

“Then let me teach you.”

He allowed you to slide past him, and quietly, aware of his self-indulgence, shut the door with a click. Damian shuffled back to his bed and sat down, chewing his lip. As cute as he was when nervous, you wanted him to enjoy this, so you gifted him a warm, sweet kiss before you eased your hand around his thigh. Damian returned it with a muffled hum, warmed by the taste.

You both sighed. The stress seem to leave his frame like air out of a beaten balloon, relaxing his back. Still, his fingers twitched at his sides, and only more so when you chased your kiss to your knees and encouraged him to lay back. 

He had the courage to watch, so you found the charisma to ask him, “Comfortable?”

Damian nodded, shy.

“Can I touch you, beautiful?”

Again, Damian closed his eyes and shivered out a gruff yes.

Opening the towel was a gift within itself. Damian’s bulge practically opened it up on it’s own, popping free, unrestrained. If it seemed big before, it was huge in your palm. Just holding it made Damian hiss. His cock was proud and freshly cleaned, begging to be tasted. A string of drool slid off your tongue and pooled around his rosy tip, making Damian gasp and wince. You rolled the wetness down his veiny shaft, reveling in his little noises, the way his toes and fingers curled in delight. Not once did you forget that you were the first person to ever touch him like this - neither did Damian, who looked at you like he would do anything to be touched.

“Like this,” you whispered.

The shape of the tip was made for your mouth. Once he was nice and slick, that was the first place you took him, curling your tongue around his dripping, bulbous head. Damian melted, shoulders first. Taking even a little bit of him into your mouth required your lips to wrap around him, and you sucked until the fit was snug - an inch or two in. Otherwise he hung in your hand, desperate to be squeezed. You closed his shaft in your fist and twisted, hastened by pre-cum and spit, until Damian’s thighs tensed into rock.

Finally, you took his closest hand curled it around his cock. With his knuckles under your palm, you showed Damian how to guide himself into your mouth, and how to do it without you. His chest puttered up and down with every drag, his hand working at a dangerous pace. Soon, he was a pro with enthusiasm. Damian met your mouth with his hand every time.

With a shaken sputter of your name, Damian came. Like a dam, he flooded into your mouth, filling and filling until it felt like you’d drank an entire cup of his cum. It drizzled over your chin and down your neck, which fluttered with every breath and mouthful you gulped down.

“I-I think I understand, now,” Damian said, throat hoarse and breath spent, “but just in case... Would you mind showing me that again?”