#and that shocked me enough to stop crying

[hyunniesamericano]

Just the tip

Pairing: Bang Chan × fem! Reader

Genre : smut (drabble)

Synopsis: after purposely making Chan jealous, you’re left to fall apart on just the tip—taunted, overstimulated, and utterly ruined by his slow, punishing control.

Your thighs ache from how long he’s kept you open, how long he’s kept himself just out of reach.

Chan’s barely touched you tonight. Barely kissed you. Barely even looked at you when he first came in ...just a tight jaw and that calm, dangerous silence that made your stomach twist. You thought maybe he’d let it go. Thought maybe he wouldn’t say anything.

But now? Now he’s between your legs, cock in hand, and you're wrecked...from his fingers, his mouth, and his patience that’s clearly not kindness.

“You thought you were being cute, didn’t you?” His voice is low, rough, words dragging like honey over broken ice. “Acting like I wouldn’t notice.”

You don’t answer. You can’t. Your throat’s tight, eyes glassy, lips swollen from all the whining. You’re already so sensitive, twitching under his every touch but it’s not enough. Not even close.

And he knows it.

He drags the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds, up over your clit and back down to your entrance. Every pass makes your hips jump, your fingers curl in the sheets.

“You want me to fuck you now?” he asks, smirking as you whimper and nod. “After the little stunt you pulled?”

“I'm sorry,” you whisper, but it sounds more like begging. “I need you, Channie, please.”

“You will get me, sweetheart,” he hums, lining himself up with lazy precision. “I told you I’d fuck you. Didn’t say how much.”

And before you can speak again he pushes in.

Just the tip.

The stretch is immediate—hot, unbearable but it’s barely anything. You clench around him, already needy, but before your body can even adjust, he stops.

Your eyes flutter open. “Wha… why’d you stop?”

Chan leans over you, his smirk lazy, dangerous. “That’s all you get.”

Your lips part in shock, a soft whimper escaping. “N-no, Channie—please—”

He draws back slowly, then pushes in again with the same shallow depth just enough to make your body twitch, your thighs shake.

“You think you get to act like that,” he murmurs, his tone smooth but sharp, “and I’ll still let you feel all of me?”

You don’t respond ...you can’t too consumed by the way he’s moving, maddening and precise, just the tip brushing your walls in those short thrusts.

His voice drops, darker now. “Batting your lashes at someone else. Laughing like I wasn’t there.”

Your face burns. “I didn’t—”

“You did.” His hips press forward, just a little deeper but not enough. Never enough. “And now look at you. Spread out for me. Crying for my cock.”

You whimper as his thumb finds your clit—barely touches it, just grazes it and your whole body jolts.

“Sensitive already?” he taunts. “And I haven’t even given you a real stroke yet.”

His pace stays slow. Shallow. Rhythmic. It’s torture your body clenching desperately, needing more but he gives you nothing. Just that thick, teasing pressure and his words in your ear.

“Is my tip not enough for you now, huh?” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin. “After the little show you put on?”

You gasp, fingers clawing at the sheets. “Please, Channie… I need all of you.”

He chuckles, low and dark, thrusting just deep enough to make your toes curl then pulling back out to the tip again.

“No,” he growls. “This is all you get. For being such a reckless little thing.”

Your back arches. The build-up is unbearable now, that slow grind of frustration and overstimulation coiling deep in your gut. You try to shift your hips to get more but he holds you down.

“Don’t even try,” he warns. “You’re not getting a single inch more.”

He starts moving just a little faster, the wet slide of him inside you obscene, his tip hitting the same sweet spot over and over.

Your thighs tremble. Your breaths turn ragged.

“Gonna cum from just this?” he taunts, low and satisfied. “From barely anything? That desperate for me?”

You’re nodding before you even realize it, vision swimming.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “You are. You’re gonna cum like this. Look at you.”

The coil inside you finally snaps—hot, sharp, overwhelming.

You cry out, falling apart on just the tip, your cunt fluttering around him as your orgasm rolls through, too strong to hold back.

Chan doesn’t stop.“Shit—” he grits, his thrusts faltering as your tight walls milk him. “Gonna—fuck—”

He presses forward, still just barely inside, and you feel it...his cock twitching as he cums with a low moan, warm pulses spilling right at your entrance.

But even then, he’s not done.

He pulls out, slow and deliberate, and you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Then his fingers slide down collecting the mess he left and drag it through your soaked folds, over your swollen clit.

You jolt. “Channie—!”

“Mm,” he hums. “Didn’t think my tip would break you.”

You can barely move, still twitching, but he leans in, voice a whisper against your jaw.

“Next time you want my attention,” he murmurs, rubbing lazy circles through the cum slicked over your clit, “just ask. No more games.”

[yurizq]

ෆ You had a point to prove.

Geto Suguru had been teasing you all day — smug little glances, fingers trailing down your back during dinner, subtle looks that promised far more than his polite words ever said aloud.

“You always act like you’re in charge,” you’d muttered earlier, arms crossed, daring him. “Bet you wouldn’t last if I got on top for once.”

He hadn’t even blinked. Just raised one perfectly smug brow. “Then ride me.”

That was two hours ago.

Now, your thighs were burning, straddling his lap, his cock stretching you open slow and deep. You had wanted control — had begged for it, practically climbed into his lap talking shit — but now?

You were shaking.

Geto looked up at you like he was watching a show. His arms were behind his head, relaxed, leaning back against the headboard like you weren’t absolutely wrecked above him.

“Getting tired already?” he asked, soft and smug.

You wanted to slap the smirk off his face. Or maybe kiss it. Either way, you glared. “I’m… not done.”

You tried again — rising up, hips trembling, sliding back down with a quiet whimper. His cock filled you too deep, too thick, every drag of it sending shocks through your spine.

His hands twitched like he was restraining himself.

You rocked your hips slowly, trying to grind the way you’d practiced in the mirror once. It wasn’t elegant. It wasn’t even coordinated. You were losing rhythm, your arms barely keeping you upright against his chest.

Geto tilted his head slightly. “Not quite what you imagined?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled — soft, condescending. “You really thought you’d be the one in charge tonight?”

You collapsed forward, forehead on his shoulder, breathing hard. “I can do it—”

“No,” he said gently, voice dropping low. “You can’t.”

Before you could argue, his hands were gripping your hips — and suddenly he was thrusting up into you, hard, forcing your body down to meet every thrust.

You screamed.

“Suguru—!” you gasped, nails digging into his arms. “F-Fuck—”

“Oh? Now you remember my name?” he hissed against your ear, snapping his hips harder, rough and precise. “What happened to all that attitude?”

Your legs trembled uncontrollably.

“Not so mouthy now, are you?” he growled, fucking into you like he had something to prove. “Didn’t even last five minutes. Pathetic.”

You whined, sobbing into his skin. Every thrust sent you higher, every drag of his cock brushing that sensitive spot you could never quite reach on your own.

He knew your body too well.

“Was this what you wanted, baby?” he rasped. “Wanted to ride me, huh? Thought you could handle it?”

You nodded weakly, tears in your eyes. You were close, embarrassingly fast — again.

“I c-can’t—”

“You can,” he said sharply. “You’re gonna cum on my cock like a good little girl, and then I’m going to fuck you again until you remember your place.”

You came with a choked cry, back arching, walls clenching so tight he groaned into your hair, thrusts stuttering.

“Fuck—look at that—” he growled, watching you fall apart in his lap, “you’re soaking me.”

You collapsed forward, boneless, twitching.

And he didn’t stop.

“Uh-uh,” he said lowly, flipping you onto your back with ease. “You wanted to be in control, didn’t you? Let’s see how much more this bratty little cunt can take.”

He thrust into you again — hard, fast, unrelenting.

You sobbed, overwhelmed.

Your body was wrecked, sticky and slick from your release, still stretched around his cock as he pounded into you. His hand wrapped around your throat lightly, not choking — just enough pressure to remind you who was really in charge.

“You wanted to ride me?” he whispered, leaning close, forehead touching yours. “Next time, ask nicely.”

You cried his name again — desperate, ruined — and when he finally came, it was deep, hot, buried to the hilt, groaning into your mouth as he filled you up.

You lay there for a long time after, chest heaving, clinging to his shoulders.

Suguru’s hand stroked your side gently, the dominance melted away now, his voice calm again.

“You’re cute when you try to be tough,” he murmured. “But next time… just let me take care of you.”

You pouted into his neck. “Shut up.”

He chuckled, kissing your hair.

“You started it.”

[demie90s]

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Request: @draculara-vonvamp

IM BACK AGAIN

okay i have another idea where like yk reader actually gets into a physical fight on the court with a player who fouls one her teammates way to fucking hard, im talking bout body slammed so hard they forget they name typa stuff and reader gets heated badddd.

I need fist flying reader whooping ass and the team having to pry her off the person and being in awe of how fucking strong reader is.

lalso need reader to go on live and talk shit bad, like basically risking her whole career shit talking because she doesn't play about her team like that, like on some Kendrick Lamar and Drake beef shit talking stuff, taking it to a whole psychological level.

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Oh…okay twin..I gotchu.😭

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Not One Damn Was Given

UConn x fem!reader

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You throw hands on the court after a player body-slams your teammate. Fists fly. The team’s in shock. Hours later, reader hits IG Live and drags the other team with career-ending energy.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Sports drama, fight scene, unhinged loyalty

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Physical violence, strong language, career-threatening Live, psychological warfare

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~ 0.7k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: “Nah, cause why she still on the court?” / “She shoulda never touched her.” / “This ain’t basketball no more. This is war.”

I knew I was gonna swing before her body even hit the floor.

She went up for the layup, our freshman, smallest on the team—pure heart, no fear. She was in the air, and that girl came barreling in like it was WWE. Elbow to the ribs. Full body slam. You ever hear the sound of someone getting the wind knocked out of them and it just… echoes?

That sound stopped my heart. She didn’t get up. And I didn’t think.

I dropped my mouthguard. Spit it right onto the hardwood. Took three steps across the court—and I don’t remember blinking.

I just swung.

Connected with her jaw so hard her ponytail whipped in slow motion. She stumbled back and I followed. Got her in the stomach, shoulder, cheek—clean combos. I felt the bones under my knuckles and didn’t give a single damn.

The ref tried to step in. I shoved him. Hard. His whistle flew clean out his mouth.

My team was yelling, but I barely heard it over the roar of the crowd and my own heartbeat banging in my ears.

KK grabbed my jersey from behind—couldn’t budge me.

Aaliyah tried to pin my arms, yelling, “Let it go!” Didn’t work. Even Geno came off the sideline. Geno. He put both arms around my shoulders, tried to haul me off like a bouncer. Still wasn’t enough.

“GET OFF ME!” I growled, still reaching for her. “She ain’t done payin’ yet—SHE TOUCHED ONE OF MINE!”

The other girl was on the floor now. Crying? I don’t know. I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking about cameras or fines or what Twitter was gonna say. I was seeing red.

It took the ref, Geno, and half the team to finally drag me away.

I’m talking Nika wrapped around my waist like a seatbelt, Ashlynn holding my forearm like it owed her money, Bri standing between me and the other team with her arms out like she was about to square up.

By the time they got me to the bench, my chest was heaving. Hands shaking. I had blood on my knuckles, and I don’t know if it was hers or mine.

⸻

They tried to talk to me after. Coaches. Refs. Media handlers. I wasn’t hearing it. My girl got laid out like a crash test dummy and y’all expected me to stand there with my hands behind my back?

Hell no.

⸻

Later That Night. I’m in my room, lights off, hoodie on. Still hyped. Still angry. I go on Live.

Didn’t even announce it. Just clicked in. Face half in the shadows. Jaw set.

Viewers piled in immediately. Comments flying.

“WHAT HAPPENED?”

“YOU REALLY SWUNG???”

“YO YOU MIGHT GET SUSPENDED.”

I leaned forward. Calm as hell.

“Let’s be clear,” I said. “To that bitch.—you touch one girl on this team—I’m putting belt to ass. Like you big box built hoe knowing she smaller then yo ass. You WEIRD!!!”

I adjusted my hood.

“I’m not gonna stand there and watch one of my teammates get slammed to the floor like a rag doll and do nothing. Y’all want professionalism? Cool. But respect comes before that. And when I don’t see it? I remove the problem.”

The chat went crazy.

“She calling herself the enforcer 💀”

“Ngl I support the violence.”

I kept going.

“You think you’re tough? Cool. But if you foul dirty, just know I’m not built like y’all. I don’t jog back to the bench. I handle it. Right then and there.”

Paused. Scrolled.

Saw someone write: “She throwing her whole career away for the team??”

I smiled. Crooked.

“That’s what y’all don’t get. This ain’t just basketball to me. These girls? They’re mine. I don’t play about that. So if throwing hands makes me unprofessional—then I guess I’m just an unprofessional ass bitch. But nobody—and I mean NOBODY—touches my team and walks away grinning.”

“She should’ve been subbed out. She should’ve been benched. But y’all let her play violent. So I matched her energy. And I won.”

Then I hit the camera with that final line.

“And before y’all ask—no. I’m not clearing shit. I meant every word. Say something slick again and I’ll show you I meant every punch too.”

Clicked out. Left the whole internet shaking.

They told us to be at the gym by 7:30. No explanation. Just a mass text.

“Team meeting. Mandatory. No exceptions.” —Geno.

I showed up at 7:34, dragging my slides across the hardwood, hoodie on, hood up, and a plastic cup of iced coffee in one hand like I just got done committing a felony. Everyone else was already there—seated, awkward, silent.

KK looked like she hadn’t slept. Paige was chewing her nail. Nika wouldn’t even look at me. They were all on edge. I wasn’t.

I sat down in my usual spot, kicked my feet up on the folding chair in front of me, and took a loud sip of my drink.

Jana leaned over and whispered, “Girl… be serious.”

“I am,” I muttered. “Seriously annoyed I had to wake up early for a lecture I don’t care about.”

That’s when Geno walked in.

He didn’t even look at us. Just walked to the whiteboard and uncapped the marker like he was seconds from dragging everyone into hell.

“Y/n,” he said, without turning around, “you gonna speak or should I pull up the IG Live on the projector?”

The room went dead. I stared. Blinked. Took another sip.

“You want me to lie?” I asked. “Or you want the real version?”

He turned around slowly. His eyes were tired. Real tired.

“Give me the version where you don’t say fuck every five words.”

I set the cup down.

“She bodyslammed our girl. Y’all watched it happen. Nobody moved. Nobody said shit. So I handled it. Like I always do. Am I proud of it? I don’t know. Did I regret it? Not for a second.”

No one said anything. Even Geno was quiet. Then finally, he sighed. Ran a hand down his face.

“You’ve got a media fine coming and possibly a suspension. They’re not happy upstairs.”

I shrugged.

“Good thing I don’t play for upstairs.”

That got a little snicker outta Nika. Even Paige covered her mouth. But Geno just stared at me. Real long. Then he pointed at the door.

“Take a break. Before I say something wild.”

I stood up. Grabbed my coffee. Nudged my chair with my knee like it offended me.

“Cool,” I said. “I didn’t wanna be here anyway.”

I walked out like I owned the place. Not ‘cause I didn’t care. Because I meant it. Every punch. Every word. Every threat on that Live.

I wasn’t their favorite. But I was the one who’d throw hands for them. And deep down? They loved me for it.

[isasweetie]

hii my love! can you please write something about assistant!reader x rafe sneaking off to the kitchen pantry (like the one in the show) and making out? maybe it starts with rafe calming her down because she forgot to do something for sofia and rafe reassures her—and somehow they start making out. i probably wrote alot, but thank you anyway, and even if you don't write, i love your work so much!

love u angel bby <3

rafe is such a kind man, the least he could do to calm you down was give you a kiss ♡ (sirens!au)

you were a mess of a girl when you stormed into the kitchen, the staff instantly leaving the room to give you space. mascara running, nose sniffling and twitching like a bunny, eyes wide and glossy like a fawn… all because you had forgotten to pick up sofia’s favourite napkins for the upcoming gala.

rafe cameron hears your gentle cries from upstairs, instantly stomping down to see what the commotion is about. his muscles are a bit tense, the billionaire on guard in case there’s any danger.

it’s a bit of a shock when his eyes land on you, holding onto the counter with trembling hands. why on earth was his wife’s assistant crying all alone in the kitchen?

his shoulders soften underneath his polo shirt as he hurriedly walks towards you, going to hold your shaky hands and pry you away from the marble counter. “hey— hey, what’s goin’ on, sweetie?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and concern.

“sofia— she wanted polar bear white napkins for the gala and— and i forgot so now we’re stuck with the stupid cerulean blue napkins from last year!” you cry gently, squeezing his big hands back, too emotional to care that it’s rafe who’s comforting you. “she’s going to be so upset.. oh rafe, she’s already frustrated at me for not reminding the gardeners to water her tulips, she’s going to fire me!”

“woah, woah..” he sighs, trying to calm you down. “shh, don’t think she’s gonna give a shit, alright? i really don’t,” he assures gently.

it doesn’t seem to help, because you cry again and your eyes squeeze shut. “no, she’s going to fire me! cerulean blue is so last year, it’ll be so embarassing when her guests come and—“

he shuts your cries and complaints up with a gentle kiss to the lips, as if testing the waters. it seems to work, because when he pulls away, you’re quiet and confused. so he leans in again, giving you another, longer kiss. “better?” he asks gently after, minty breath kissing your face.

oh, how you love his kisses. you shake your head no, sniffling, possibly just wanting more. rafe is a gentleman and he senses your neediness, so he kisses you again. you’re brave enough to kiss back this time. he lifts you on the counter as you practically sit in your own tears, his lips not leaving yours.

one of your manicured hands goes to his bicep, the other on his scalp and scratchy buzz cut. his tongue pertrudes your lips, going to invade your mouth. every movement he does is slow, gentle … he knows you’re fragile right now, so he’s going to treat you as such.

when you pull away for breath and your wet lashes flutter as your eyes open, you ask, “didn’t you say we weren’t supposed to do this anymore?”

he displays a little half-smile, finding your question sweet. “yes, but when i see one of my workers upset, i’ll do whatever it takes to fix it. i’m a generous man, aren’t i?”

“yes sir,” you answer his question softly, confirming that he is generous. “but i’m not technically your worker, m’sofia’s,”

“y’get paid by me, though,” he explains simply, and you nod gently at his logic.

so when he leans in again, you don’t stop him. he’s just doing his job, after all.

[agathariosslut]

Little One

Vampire!WandaNat x fem!reader

Warnings: dark fic, noncon, naive!Reader, blood sucking, daddy!Natasha, mommy!Wanda, overestimation, gp!Natasha, blowjobs, pussy eating. Spanking, slightest bit of mind control if you squint. Pls let me know if I missed anything! Btw sorry for the random paragraph breaks, tumblr wouldn’t let me upload!

This all started with you going out with some friends to the bar to celebrate your birthday. While they all took shots and drank strong cocktails, you were very caustically sat on the bar stool with your margarita. It was very fitting for them to have their fun & to leave you behind, forgotten. This isn’t even what you wanted to do for your birthday. Sitting in your apartment curled up with your favorite book was the original plan, you curse yourself for letting them talk you into this mess. The loud laughter of your drunk friends seemed to further piss you off. You came to the realization that they wouldn’t even notice if you had left, so you did.

You made the very brave decision of not calling an uber, opting to walk home instead. It was a few streets down, what’s the worse that could happen? Plus you carried your pocket knife every where you went just in case some creep tried anything. You began your walk home, you decided earlier to wear the high heels that always made you uncomfortable,so you cut through a couples alleyways for a shorter arrival, until you made it to the last one. You had a pit in your stomach along with your brain telling you to turn around. You did not listen, you refused to let the anxiety get to you. As you began walking you started to hear faint foot steps behind you. You told yourself that it was simply a rodent running behind you, but you couldn’t even convince yourself. You started to pick of the pace of your walk, almost running. You turn around to check behind you, seeing a red haired woman paired with a blonde woman staring at you like prey. Were their eyes glowing? You couldn’t help but feel like you were in a trance, it’s like you couldn’t move. You were only able to stand and stare. The muscular one of the pair whispers something into the other ear before speaking loud enough for you to hear, “Such a sweet looking girl Wands, can’t wait to taste her.” You gasp in shock as you realize they’re anything but pure intentions. You try to run away, but you can’t run. All of the sudden arousal washes over you like a wave. The woman that the blonde one called “Wands” is stalking towards you, wearing a smug expression. “Don’t fight it malysh, we’re here to make you feel good. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, just come with us.” Wanda takes your hand and gently guides you to their car. Your brain is so fuzzy you don’t bother questioning or fighting it. Once you get in the car Wanda starts whispering and laughing wickedly to the blonde one. You could only hear the name, Natasha. The name rolls off her tongue beautifully, in what you believe is a sokovian accent. Natasha keeps looking at you in the rear view mirror of the purring car. God they’re beautiful. Natasha breaks her silence. “You look a little sleepy back there kotonok, lay down sweet girl, we’ll be there shortly.” Be where? You wonder off in your own hazy thoughts as you begin to drift asleep.

You wake up in a bed that’s not yours. No longer feeling foggy as you did when they approached you. Panic finally sets in when you realize that your wrists are tied to the long bed posts. You start screaming instinctively. Down stairs laughing can be heard. “Sounds like our girl is finally awake, Wands.”

As you stop screaming in order to catch your breath, you hear footsteps approaching. Wanda is once again grinning with a predatory glow is her eyes. “Crying already my love? Don’t worry Natty and I are gonna make it all better.” That’s the last thing you hear before she climbs in bed beside and starts kissing you roughly, you fight the kiss. Refusing to let her in. She slaps you hard, the rings on her finger only adding insult to injury. “Shh, mommy only wants to take care of you.” Natasha takes a seat beside you on the bed, mirroring Wanda. She begins roughly groping you and pinching your nipples. You yelp into the kiss while attempting to kick her away. Wanda stops and joins Natasha. “Stop fighting me slut, I can feel the wet spot on your pretty little panties.” Embarrassment flows through you, she’s right. You are enjoying this,.. does that make you fucked up in the head? What is wrong with you, you wonder.

Wanda breaks you out of your train of thoughts. “Aww it’s okay baby, you can’t help being a filthy little whore.” Natasha stands up, rubbing her prominent bulge through her pants. “You’re gonna make daddy feel good now pretty girl.” She undos her belt and strips of her clothing. Fuck. Her cock stands at attention, large with precum leaking. She climbs over top of you, and straddles your neck. She forces her cock into your mouth and roughly makes you take her entire length down your throat. You start gagging and tears roll down your face. “Fuck baby, you’re so pretty like this. Crying and taking daddy’s cock like a good little girl.” You’re beyond turned on right now. You make a desperate attempt to squeeze your thighs together for any bit of relief at all. Wanda very quickly puts a stops to that. Pushing your legs open and giving your needy pussy a hard series of slaps . “No no detka, not yet.” Natasha pulls her dick out of your throat, slapping your face with her cock. You whine at the loss. Your mourning doesn’t last very long as Wanda begins biting at your inner thighs and diving into your pussy. You yell out loudly in pleasure. The way she’s sucking your clit has you close to your orgasm already. She shoves two fingers inside you, curling them against your g spot perfectly. Natasha notices that blissed out look on your face. “Look mommy, our little toy wants to cum already.” Wanda looks up at you with hazy eyes, “Beg me for it.” You swallow what little bit of pride you have left in you, and beg. “Please mommy I need to cum! Please I can’t hold it!” Wanda gives Natasha a knowing look. “Cum for us baby, give it to mommy and daddy.” You obey. Your orgasm hits you like a bus. Wanda gives you a second to recover, before grabbing a wand. She throws it to Natasha, as Nat positions her self at your entrance. “Daddy’s gonna ruin this pretty little pussy kitten, can’t fucking wait.” She slides her dick through your slit, sending a jolt of pleasure to your sensitive clit. She pushes her big cock in your tight hole, murmuring in Russian about how amazing you feel around her cock. “Fuck…god sweet girl you so tight around me, squeezing me like a good little whore. Take it all detka.” She says as she completely bottoms out, you think you’re in heaven… or maybe this is hell. Either way you wanted more. Natasha grants your silent wish and she turns the vibrator on high speed, pressing it hard against your throbbing clit. She only pounds you rougher, I which you didn’t even know that was possible. Wanda suckles and tugs on your sensitive nipples.

The pleasure is to much, you need to cum already.

Natasha already knows based on how you’re squeezing down around her cock even harder, and shaking like a leaf. “Please daddy let me cum!” Natasha tuts. “Just what would make you think you deserve that slut? Tell daddy.” You moan out realizing you can’t hold it much longer, “Daddy please let me cum! I’ll be a good little fuck toy… just do whatever you want to me but please let me cum!!”

You very quickly regret your words, knowing you have to eat them later. She smirks, “cum for me kotenok.” You cum so hard that you don’t even realize you squirted on Natasha. “Look at our little whore daddy, little fucking thing came all over you.” As you take in your words embarrassed leaves your face flush. Nothing goes unnoticed by Natasha. “Don’t get all shy on us now princess, you were just yelling out about how you were a good little fuck toy.” What are you doing here. Going from crying to begging for more. What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

Those thoughts are very quickly shut down and replaced with arousal as Natasha continues pounding into you. Vibrator never slowing. You’re so sensitive you think you may cum again. Wanda climbs on top of you and straddles your face, she lays her pussy down on your mouth. “Make mommy feel good slut.” You do as she says instantly, making her moan out in pleasure beautifully. “If you want to cum all you have to do is ask pretty girl.” Natasha says knowing that you can barely breathe. You make a desperate attempt at trying to speak, but Wanda doesn’t even dare pull herself away. “What was that doll, mommy and daddy’s can’t hear you.” Natasha slaps your tits, “Answer her slut” you muffle out the words, “please wanna cum for you both!!” They act is if they can’t hear you, but you can’t hold it much longer.

You reach your peak, and you feel impending doom as you cum. Wanda pulls off of you with a stoic expression, meanwhile nat is laughing. “You’re in trouble now little one.” Natasha pulls out of you and stops the vibrator completely. You miss the feeling of being filled up with her cock. Wanda turns to nat, “how should we punish her daddy?” Natasha has her signature smirk on her face once again, “I think a good spanking would benefit our bad girl.” Fast forward to you being bent of Natasha lap face down add up. She starts without warning. Her slaps are harsh, and the occasional slaps to your sensitive pussy makes it even worse. “Tell mommy and daddy you’re sorry for being a brat.” You sigh out, not unnoticed. “I’m sorry for being a greedy whore!! Please stop now daddy… can’t take anymore!” She finally stops. Wanda speaks up, “Enough of this. Daddy, I think the real fun should begin.” You look in confusion, they only laugh at you.

Their eyes start glowing a shade of deep red. Are those fangs? Fear hits you, but before it can take its course you start to feel hazy again. Fear is suddenly replaced with arousal. Wanda speaks up, “It’s okay sweet girl… just stay calm for us. This is gonna hurt, but then it’ll feel good.” Natasha wastes no time with sinking her fangs into your neck. You scream, the pain is awful. Maybe it’s the masochist in you, but pleasure is also very prominent in this absolutely insane situation. Wanda goes next, to drained to scream you close your eyes and let them continue. Not that you really have a choice. They finish drinking from you, and you feel a thick rope of cum shoot right over your pussy. Nat came untouched. Fuck that’s hot. “Look at what you did to daddy baby… taste too fucking sweet for your own good.” Mommy follows behind her rubbing her clit rapidly, she soon cums and the expression on the face reads of pure ecstasy. You feel so sleepy and loopy from the loss of blood. They lay down on opposite sides of you. Wanda pulls you to her side, “You did so well for us, dove.” Natasha chimes in, “Too good for your own benefit… seems we’ll just have to keep you around, little one.”

[paragon-writer]

this dug into my brain like a parasite T-T

prob ooc at least a lil but i had fun writing it hehe. goku/gohan, contains incest, rated E type shitttt

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The cool wall rubs into his nipples as he’s pressed chest first into the surface. Calloused hands squeeze his hips and a hot, damp breath warms the flushed skin of his ear, the sound picking up every so often whenever Gohan’s insides flex inadvertently around his father’s cock.

Gohan was supposed to be doing chores while Videl goes grocery shopping but then Goku showed up and now Gohan’s legs trembling inside the pants pooled at his ankles while he tries not to drool at how unfathomably good this feels. 

Goku reaches for his jaw, turning his face so he can steal two kisses before letting him go, the hand settling hot over his chest while the other keeps helps to pull him into slick, deep thrusts. He’ll be late finishing chores, especially with the impromptu shower he’s going to have to take. 

A hard press into his prostate has him crying out, louder than the litany of pleasured sounds that have been coming out of him. His nails clench dangerously Into beige wall paint.

“You sound so pretty, baby. Can’t believe you’re making those noises for me,” Goku mutters as he noses over the tip of his ear and into fluffy hair.

Gohan responds, words traveling from his pleasure-fogged brain to his slurring mouth, “Feels so good, daddy.”

Goku groans and Gohan swears he can feel himself stretch that much more as if his father had gotten even bigger. He feels Goku step closer, straightening Gohan’s form along the wall as he pushes in close with his broad frame. A hand coves Gohan’s own on the wall as its owner grinds in thick and tight. “Say it again, honey, how does daddy make you feel.”

The heat of his chest radiates even through the layers of clothing between them and Gohan shivers at how it seeps into his body as well as the shift in angle. The arousal in his belly sharpens and he knows he won’t last much longer at this rate. “Ahh, good!,” Gohan cries, the sensation of his prostate being so thoroughly stimulated stealing his composure. “You- you’re gonna make me come. Feels- feels- “ his voice catches on a breath as Goku mouths wetly at the side of his throat and he draws out, voice broken and reedy, “perfect.”

“Fuck, Gohan,” and then his insides are being coated with spurt after spurt of goopy, searing cum as Goku’s fingers twine and clench around his fingers. He can imagine it getting pushed further and further inside as his father keeps snapping his hips into reddened cheeks. 

Minutes later with Goku having abandoned Gohan’s hip in favor of fisting his cock while delivering long, deep strokes, Gohan comes, the climax shuddering out of him as he drips messily over Goku’s fingers, the wall, and onto his pants. 

They settle against each other, their rocking coming to a natural close. Goku tilts him back so he can kiss at his cheek and lips causing a bubbly feeling to begin replacing the warmth curled in his belly. He only gets a few moments to enjoy the afterglow before Goku mutters into his mouth, “Videl’s back,” before he’s kissing him again with, as far as Gohan can tell, no intention of stopping any time soon.

Gohan makes a startled noise even as opens his mouth reflexively to let Goku lick into his mouth but the “Gohan, I’m home!” Shouted from downstairs is enough of a shock to bat away the lingering post-sex haze. He abruptly pulls away, ignoring his father’s objection as he moves shakily to stand on his own. 

“You’re supposed to tell me when she’s close not when she’s already here,” Gohan says, somewhat panicked as he pulls up his pants and turns around, intending on jumping in the shower before Videl finishes putting up the groceries.

“I would’ve but you hadn’t come yet,” Goku starts, his grip comes back to Gohan’s hips after being shaken off when Gohan took a nearly unsuccessful step towards the bathroom. Instead of helping Gohan the rest of the way there, he crowds in close, forehead grazing Gohan’s as a hand slips below his waistband to finger the mess beginning to drip out of his entrance. “I couldn’t leave you hanging, baby.”

Gohan couldn’t be mad at him if he tried and especially not now with that soft, entreating look on his face. He sighs in fond exasperation and leans in to kiss the slight pout off Goku’s lips before saying, “Yeah, yeah. You should leave before Videl comes up here.”

A grin spreads over Goku’s lips, “You’re about to shower, right? Let me eat you out before I go.”

“Dad!”

Goku puppy boy with a praise kink..........

[tohruies]

ha! 💌 ! except that i’m doing uno reverse and sending one to you! (and especially since you’ve already written it once for me and i even printed it out!!!)

dear coco, so i know how you always want to bring even the tiniest smile to people’s faces! you are the sunshine that peeks from behind the clouds during the cloudy days ⛅️ but i’m smacking you affectionately because oftentimes in your selfship dynamics you mention that your dear beloveds soothe your heart after you give it away to everyone around on an open palm — and you should listen to that inner voice! ✨ treat yourself first, be a little selfish, make sure to feel comfortable before you comfort others ❤️‍🩹 let me tell you again — i am shaking you and telling you this because a happy and healthy coco guarantees even more happy people around her! 🥺 i love your prose, love your poetry that you sneak so elegantly in between sentences and paragraphs — it’s been a while since i’ve read anything from you and i understand that there are things that you must focus on first, but no matter the passing time, yours will always be one of the styles that inspired me the most in my writing journey on here! 🥹 your presence here has been influencing my life in the most positive way ever since becoming mooties with you! you always put so much thought into remembering everyone’s personalities, lives, preferences and stories! 🌸 but i wanted to make sure that you know how it also feels to be on the receiving side of love (though i know i’m not the only one adoring you so much and certainly there are so many others who would stand right beside you if you only needed a shoulder to lean on) 🩷

༼ﾉ ´༎ຶ ﹏ ༎ຶ༽ ﾉ *: ·ﾟ💌 when manu wears the biggest ever size of meanie pants ever... /silly

(i will acknowledge & respond to your own 💌 to me in the tags, if that's okay!! 🥺 oh my goodness 🥺🥺)

3 days later and i think i have finally collected myself enough to respond to this WAH... I AM SO SORRY TO KEEP YOU WAITING MANU! 🥺 i am uno reversing your uno reverse >:3 hehe, i remember that i wrote you one of these last year, in april!!!! it's always been a difficult month for me, so it made me really happy + meant the whole world to be able to write something for you and have you receive it with all the love in your heart 🥺 so much so that you even printed it out (i cried tears of joy last year when you told me that AODKJFAJ i am so sorry 🙈). i hope you don't mind that i give last year's message a sibling LOL, with what i am about to say to you now!!!! (⁄ ⁄>⁄ω⁄<⁄ ⁄) 

dearest manu mousie, manu the great, my manumimii!

where do i even begin with youuuu ;w; /pos!!!!! maybe i can start with how much i love (and also fear /lh, because you are truly so... omniscient lol!) how perceptive you are... the way you make people feel seen (exhibit a, the contents of this ask asdfghjkl) and look so deep into their hearts... i think you are incredibly excellent at analysing people and charaters /POS and i feel like this is very evident in your fics and character studies!!!!! it is due in large part to your introspection which is another thing i love about you :D and why i think i find a great deal of comfort in you 🥺 because i am always especially drawn to these kinds of people!! people who you don't need to wear a mask around because they will be able to see through you anyway... it's very soothing in a sense to know that you are like this 🥺💗 and it only inspires me to be more perceptive too!! i hope i can be as caring and kind as manu is some day, heheh (๑•̀ᴗ•́๑)  💗

which brings me to my next point—i love all the ways in which you are quietly kind and looking out for your friends—again, as evidenced by this ask, wah... BUT ALSO!!! in how you do other things for them! 🥺 little blurbs in their mailbox (i revisit that xiangli one you wrote me not so long ago) or even drawings!!! perhaps i don't ship with haitham anymore, but the doodle you gifted me last year has always been a widget on my phone :3 and it will continue to be!!! that was the very first time anyone had ever drawn me something just out of the goodness of their heart, let alone gifted me anything of the sort!!!! 🥺🥺 so it is something i hold really really close. it makes me smile SO BIG!! and kick my feet all excitedly to see you do that for your other friends here too HEHE—when i look at femi's pfp... vana's pinned... i am reminded of just how big and bursting with love that your heart is 🥺💗

i love how much you have grown on here over the past year. ⭐️ in terms of your writing—which has been such a pleasure to witness over time how you've grown into a style that is so distinctly manu!! 🥺🥺 because like! 🥺 i remember so distinctly a certain post you made last year about wanting to improve your writing and your vocabulary and finding your 'own writing voice' 🥺 look at you now!!! with your lush descriptions and rich prose and dynamic characterisation, IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY!!!!! AND PROUD!!! and i hope you too, are proud of yourself friend 🥹💖 even aside from your writing, i'm so glad that you have grown more comfortable here in sharing more personal posts about yourself hehe AND OF COURSE YOUR SELFSHIPS!!!!!!!!!! :3 i am also very glad about how you have lots and lots of friends on here now!!! that all love and cherish and uplift and reassure you in the way you deserve to be 🥺

i'm just really happy you are here with us, babie. i hope you won't take it the wrong way when i say this, but i really do believe that you are so much stronger, kinder, and easy to love than you think yourself to be! 🥺🥺 i hope that you can continue to work on being less hard on yourself, and i hope that all your friends here can help with that in any way you'll let us!! i hope you will continue to share more of your heart with us here and let us cradle it and soothe it when you need it. i hope your studies will treat you as kindly as they can, and that you will succeed in them :3 i hope you know that all you need to do is try your best!! you have a beautiful brain and a tender, loving heart—so i am sure in due time that all the good karma will be returned to you 🥺💗 making you a steaming cup of pink chai with a dollop of condensed milk in it, and gently rubbing your hands in mine to warm them up 🥰 we love you so much manu, not just for all that you do for us, but for just simply existing as you are, and letting us bask in the warm light you radiate 💖💖💖

[trans-encore]

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[things-to-tell-my-therapist]

😐

[welcometoteyvat]

ok very interesting quest in hsr

[monstersholygrail]

Your Dragon husband remains knowing little to nothing about human anatomy, even after all this time of being with you. No matter how many times you try and explain it, it just doesn’t seem to get into his thick skull!

So maybe that’s why you aren’t too surprised as your husband ruts furiously inside your hot cunt like he can’t get deep enough inside of you. His big body curled around you protectively while he fucks into you from behind when suddenly a small pout forms on his face.

You watch him curiously as he stretches two fingers all the way up your torso, measuring the length of your tummy till he stops and a bigger pout forms on his face.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask breathlessly, your words broken by your constant moans.

Your Dragon husband growls under his breath and begins kneading at your soft flesh, feeling for his bulge that sticks out from your stomach and proves just how deep he is inside of you. Your skin burns as hot as his fire and you want him deeper. Harder.

As if he can read your mind he starts plowing into you like a dragon possessed. His long tail wraps around you and helps him slam his length as deep as he can reach. It has your toes curling and your eyes crossing.

“How can my seed possibly take root if my cock is taking up all the room inside your walls?” He snarls, fucking into you furiously as if trying to prove his point. You cry out, back arching into him.

His words register through the fog of lust in your head and you almost want to laugh. But then his throbbing angry tip is kissing your cervix and forcing all thoughts from your head.

“T-trust, nnngh!, trust me. Getting in as deep as you are, it’s mmph— gotta take,” you mewl, eyes crossing with the pleasure that washes over you as his cock bullies it’s way deep along your walls.

Your Dragon husband raises a brow at you. His hand unintentionally pressing down harder on his bulge and making your vision flash white with ecstasy. His cock stuffing you so full you feel like you’re about to burst.

“We cannot— ah fuck!— know for certain. So I will, hmm, just have to keep pumping you full of my seed. If any dares to drip out I will simply fill you again,” he snarls, claws pinching at your skin and making you even more unbearably sensitive than before.

Your eyes widen in slight fear of going that long. He may actually break you. But your pussy flutters as if begging for even more of his cum. And as your husband presses down your lower once again, your vision flashes black as you nearly pass out from the intensity of your orgasm.

With a fierce scream you cum all over your husband’s massive cock. He throws his head back in a fiery roar, literally, and slams back into you one more time as he follows suit. Getting in as deep inside you as possible as he releases spurt after spurt of thick hot ropes of cum.

Working you both through your highs he grinds himself against you, acting like a plug. His scales rub at your clit perfectly and send little shocks down your spine. But as your husband glances down between you he curses under his smokey breath.

“Good heavens! Some has already leaked and created a ring around my cock… it seems we will have to go again,” Dragon Husband rasps, his voice practically a growl again. A glint passes his eye that makes you think he meant to do it.

And suddenly you’re wondering if he knows more about human anatomy than you thought…

This is for my collab for the Monster Championship final w/ @monstersflashlight :)

[eraserbread]

you love your husband, nanami, he loves you more.

he tells you so everyday. when he wakes up next to you, in the shower you share before work, over his morning coffee, as he’s fixing his tie, and as soon as his left foot leaves the front door. he makes sure you know you’re loved.

because, love is all he ever wants from you, too.

it’s hard being the only one of his colleagues that have a pretty little home to drag to every night, fitted with a pretty little housewife who’d polish his shoes if he asked. the only thing is, he’d never ask. you’re far too pretty and perfect to be on your knees in vain. and, if you are, it’s with him buried to the hilt.

the first thing he tells you when he walks in from work is, of course, “darling, i love you.”

you would smile bashfully and love him back with a kiss on the cheek.

then, he’d carry you to the bedroom and bury you full of his cock. all eight-something inches like it was nothing. and, it was nothing for you. he fucks you like this every night.

tonight, though, was different. there was a certain vigor behind his tight hips — a tension between his shoulders as he held you face down, ass up. his large hands swallow your waist whole, and he’s actually vocal tonight.

his grunts are mean and loud and so delicious. he’s combing out your name through them, telling you how perfect and spongy your insides are. how he wants to bury a baby inside of you and how marriage was never enough for him. being inside you wasn’t enough. he needed you. just you.

fuck, fuck, fuck he was going crazy.

“nana…nanami,” you moan obscenely, cursing when his cock hits that perfect left angle. drool drips from your lips into your once pristine bed and only one round in, you can tell you’re fucked. he’d need at least two rounds before his tension dissipated into exhaustion and he can go to sleep.

“talk to me, what’s wrong?” you manage between each thrust, biting your lip and pressing your forehead to the pillow.

“it’s two hours past my contract time.” he answers in thick, staccato bursts, driving his hips impossibly deeper every time you scoot away from him. “two hours that could have been spent with…” he stops himself, swallowing a gob of want so he can think straight.

he’s taking you so passionately, that his fingertips bloom red against your flesh.

“mphh, kentooo,”

“you know how pissed it makes me when they steal my time from you?”

“tell me, kento.”

“makes me want to say fuck the humans. fuck the righteousness of it all. makes me goddamn sick.”

nanami doesn’t cuss much, but when he does it shocks and dirties you. however, it’s so fucking attractive. you love watching your wound-tight husband come undone with one glance at you.

“love when you lie and tell me everything’s gonna be okay.” he mutters, suddenly soft. his lips are at the base of your neck as he leans over you. rutting hips and soft breaths back the moment, but all you can focus on is him. the soft beat of his heart and the stiffness of his muscles.

if he knows you’re lying, it’s okay. why should you stop now?

“i wanna save you.” you cry, carried by the sound of his lips all over your neck and back. it’s so sweet you could die. “i can be whatever you need me to be, just let me save you.”

“god. you’re perfect. i love you, you’re so perfect.” with his lips on your neck, you finally cum, and you two have it down to a science, now. his thrusts become sloppy, and that’s your sign to finally unravel.

he turns your head with two fingers pressed to your chin, kissing you as he carries you through your orgasm. it’s only when he knows you’re satisfied, that he bites your lip and finishes deep inside of you.

“darling, my darling. ‘m yours.”

[vvampirelust]

mm callin sevika mommy for the first time out of nowhere while she’s fucking u… ur lost in the moment and it comes and she stops moving out of shock…. then she starts again but harder, faster, teasin u like “what’d you call me, baby? let me hear you again, mama?”

thinking thoughts!!!

meow

The laugh Sevika lets out is downright evil. She’s paused the movement of her hips, her dick still inside your cunt, so deep yet unmoving. You almost regret letting that stupid little word slipping past your lips. “What’d you just call me?,” her tone is mocking, you can feel the smirk tugging at her lips, “Let me hear it, doll. Say it again.”Sevika punctuates her words with a sharp, rough snap of her hips, forcing her cock deeper than you thought possible.

Your eye’s squeeze shut, tears teasing your waterline, feeling like you’ve been punched. You cry out, “Mommy!” it’s pathetic, each syllable broken into weak sobs, “I- I need you, mama, please.” Sevika’s broke you, leaving you a babbling little mess, reducing you to nothing but a toy she loves to play with.

Since that word passed your lips, she fucks you with no remorse, as if you were fuelling the fire within her. Sevika grips your thighs hard enough to bruise and forces your legs up against your chest. Her thrusts are harsh, unforgiving as she ruts her hips, over and over practically shoving her dick into your cunt. “Yeah, baby? Need your mommy’s dick, huh? Fuck, you’re taking it so good,” she seethes, teeth gritted, watching your abused pussy sucking in her cock so eagerly. “Come on, girl. Whose cunt is this?”

A loud smack echoes with each thrust, Sevika’s hips slapping against your thighs. Your eyes are rolled so far back into your skull, all you can see is the bright flashes of light from the amount of pleasure you’re being given. “Yours, mama,” you mewl, voice teetering on a scream, “Mommy i’m yours, all yours, please please, mama don’t stop.” You’re rambling, fucked completely and utterly dumb, and Sevika loves it. If she could fuck you harder, she would, and she tries. Sevika drops her weight on you, bucking her hips, making sure you feel her deep inside you.

“You’re such a fucking whore,” she spits, “All mine. So good for your mama.”

[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSWEET GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Batboys x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How Do They Eat That Kitty?

☆⁠ CHARACTERS : Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne.

☆⁠ NOTE : Minors DNI. Damian is an adult. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

— BRUCE WAYNE ⋆

Bruce eats pussy like it’s a goddamn art form—he’s precise, calculated, and maddeningly patient. He starts slow, always. Those big hands spread you open, thumbs keeping you vulnerable as he just looks at you, like you’re a meal he’s been starving for. Then, his tongue starts, slow and flat, dragging up from your entrance to your clit in one smooth stroke that has your breath catching. He doesn’t rush, not at first—he builds you up so slowly that you’re practically begging him to stop teasing. When he gets serious? Oh, you’re fucked. Bruce focuses entirely on your clit, his tongue pressing firm and circling in ways that have your thighs trembling. He slides two fingers inside you, curving them just right to hit that spot, and he watches you. His dark eyes stay locked on your face, reading every reaction like he’s solving some complex puzzle. And god, he loves control. If you try to squirm or close your legs, he growls, low and dangerous, “Stay still, or I’ll stop.” Spoiler: he never actually stops, but the threat alone keeps you in place. When you cum, he doesn’t let up. His tongue keeps working you, dragging you through wave after wave until you’re crying out his name, completely wrecked.

— DICK GRAYSON ⋆

Dick? He’s a pussy-eating legend. You know how some people enjoy it? Dick fucking loves it. He dives in like it’s his favorite thing in the world, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you closer, his face buried between your legs as he moans like a man possessed. He’s messy about it, too—his tongue is everywhere, licking and sucking on your clit like he’s trying to ruin you. But Dick knows exactly how to build you up. He’ll start with long, teasing licks, making you squirm and whimper, and then he focuses entirely on your clit. His tongue moves in quick, flicking motions, switching it up with soft sucks that send shocks through your entire body. And he’s loud. He moans into you, murmuring things like, “You taste so fucking good,” and “I could stay down here all night.” His fingers? Fucking perfect. He slips two inside you effortlessly, curling them up in time with his tongue until you’re sobbing from the intensity. And Dick doesn’t stop when you cum. Nope. He keeps going, even as you’re begging him for mercy, his grin widening against your skin because he knows he’s got you falling apart.

— JASON TODD ⋆

Jason eats pussy like he’s got something to prove. There’s nothing soft or sweet about it—it’s raw, filthy, and absolutely fucking primal. He doesn’t even bother teasing you. The second your legs are open, his face is buried between them, his tongue lapping at you like he’s starving. His grip on your thighs is bruising—he keeps you pinned in place no matter how much you try to squirm. His tongue is relentless, focusing on your clit with harsh flicks and sucks that have you seeing stars in seconds. Jason’s all about intensity—he groans against you, low and rough, sending vibrations through your body. And when he slides his fingers inside you, It’s game over. He pumps them hard and fast, curling them to hit that sweet spot over and over until you’re screaming his name. Jason loves watching you lose control. He’ll pull back just enough to smirk at you, his lips and chin soaked, and growl, “C’mon, baby. Let me hear you.” And when you finally cum? He doesn’t stop. He forces you to take every second of it, holding you down as he works you through the aftershocks, leaving you completely wrecked.

— DAMIAN WAYNE ⋆

Damian is precise. He approaches eating pussy like a challenge, determined to reduce you to nothing but gasps and moans. He starts slow, dragging his tongue through your folds with maddening patience, watching your every reaction. His hands hold your thighs apart, firm but not rough, keeping you exactly where he wants you. Once he finds what works, Damian locks in like a man on a mission. His tongue circles your clit in perfect, rhythmic motions, alternating with soft flicks that have your back arching off the bed. He doesn’t get messy—everything he does is intentional, calculated, and devastatingly effective. His fingers join the party soon enough, sliding inside you with ease, curling up to hit your G-spot with every stroke. Damian’s all about control. If you try to move, he tightens his grip, growling, “Stay still. I’m not done with you yet.” He’s also vocal in a way that’s almost mocking. “Look at you. Falling apart for me already.” And when you cum? Damian doesn’t stop. He keeps going, overstimulating you until you’re trembling, tears streaming down your face as you beg him to let you breathe. He’ll finally pull back, wiping his mouth with a smug smirk, because he knows no one else can make you feel like that.

— MASTERLIST ☆

— © luv-lock. Don't copy, use or translate any of my works here or any other websites ☆

[connorsui]

Caleb's Encouragement

He groans and feels himself on the brink of another intense climax as you continue to milk him. "Your pussy is so sloppy, baby," he stammers, overwhelmed by the feeling of filling you up again. Your soft and wet walls massage him, sending waves of pleasure through his body. You moan from the intense sensation, your own body trembling with need.

He can't believe how wild and insatiable you've become, driving both of you insane with desire. Suddenly, his eyes snap open when he feels something warm hit his chest. Looking up, he sees tears glistening in your lashes and your thighs shaking uncontrollably as you grind down on his cock.

"I-I can't," you sob pathetically, still moving your hips in a desperate rhythm. The throbbing sensation inside of you only intensifies your need for release. "I can't stop, Caleb. It's not enough, I -"

As you finally look into his eyes, he can't help but feel shocked by your disheveled appearance. Your hair is a mess and your cheeks are flushed so hot and pink. But what surprises him the most are the tears streaming down your face. Yet even in this state, you are still the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

Caleb's heart aches at the sight of your desperate need. He reaches up to caress your tear-stained cheek,

"Shh, it's okay, baby," he soothes, voice husky with his arousal. "I've got you. I got you, just let go for me."

His hips snap up to meet yours, driving even deeper. You cry out at the intensity, more tears spilling over. Caleb's hands grip your waist, guiding your movements as he thrusts upward. The new angle has you seeing stars.

"There you go, just let go for me" he encourages. "Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart." feeling you nod frantically against him, unable to speak from the way his cock drilled up into your pussy, tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. "see?, I got you, j’ just relax, and take it, baby, let me spoil my girl"

[kissbabie]

Hi may I request Reo with a breeding kink & getting caught (or almost caught) fucking you by his parents?! 😙😙 I adore your work lovie!

"reo, reo... !”

he’s caging you down in his bed right now, cock pumping in and out of you. with your messy hair, blown out pupils, and swollen lips, he looks at you as if you are the most beautiful, precious treasure to ever exist.

and you can only just lay there and take him. with his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over, it’s really a miracle that you haven’t already passed out.

“hnnngh.. rrreo… right there, right there! feels so good…” you whine, squirming underneath him. to which he responds with “yeah princess? can’t even keep still.. you’re really cute.”

you’re really overwhelmed. his large cock is always stretching you out and hitting all the right places, not to mention reo’s praise goes straight to your pussy, causing you to clench so tightly around him. it’s not long before you can feel your orgasm coming, squealing out a “reooooo m’ gonna cum.. don’t stop, don’t stop.. plleeeaaseee c-can’t hold it.. ohhhahhh it’s so deep…”

and of course, reo is kind enough to let you come, cooing out a “sound so pretty when you beg, gorgeous. taking it so well, go ahead n cum baby..”

you cum with a loud whimper, crying out as reo fucked you through your orgasm. you’re panting, absolutely ruined, but reo hasn’t cum yet, so he’s still going.

“reo.. you’re so close, aren’t you?” you breathed, voice trembling as your fingers dig into his back.

he groans softly, his breath ragged as he mutters out a “yeah, ‘m getting there..,” his grip tightening around your waist. “i can’t hold back much longer, princess..”

and while reo always gives you the best orgasms, the most rewarding is always having him finish inside you. it really makes you all dizzy, knowing that reo loses control with you. he can’t get enough of you, giving all of himself to you.

which makes you cry out a loud “pleeeaaaseee..”,

“tell me what you want, gorgeous. i’ll give you anything.”

“want it s’ bad reo… wan’ you to cum inside pleeasse..”

“god, i can’t control myself if you say something like that..”

“then don’t,” you demand. “jus’ give it to me. please, please reo.. can’t stand it if you pull away. need you- hhahh s-shit, need you to fill me up so badly.. ’m gonna go crazy reo..”

“shit i’m not gonna last..” he gasps, hips stuttering as he grips your waist so hard it’s definitely going to bruise the next day.

“f-fuck— shit, i’m coming— m’ cumming inside. take it, take all of it, g-god.. gonna make your tummy so full of me gorgeous, better not spill out.. or else i’m gonna have to fill you up over and over again..” reo half groans half whines. by now, he’s rambling.

“i know, i know.. i’ll take it.” you nod, voice shaky.

at that moment, reo lets out a choked groan as he spills all his hot cum inside you. it’s really a lot, because when you hear a small click! of the door, when his parents are by the doorway exclaiming out “reo, sweetie-“, and when they freeze, completely at shock by the site in front of them, there’s still a little spilling into you.

from the corner of your eye, you can see the way his mom froze and how his dad blinked.

you were underneath reo, legs shaking as he had dumped his cum inside you, and the white, milky substance was practically leaking out of your spent pussy.

reo’s head whipped to the door so fast, completely and utterly horrified. he doesn’t make the effort to pull out of you but quickly grabs a blanket and covers you, especially the part where you two are connected. he really does not need his parents to see how their son ruined your pussy by filling you up so much you were sure it went deep inside your womb!!!

“.. oh my god.” his mom says.

by now, you’re clutching the blanket over you. so embarrassed and shaking. reo, face flushed and still balls deep inside you, groans into his palm as he whispers that “they’re not usually here..”

you’re absolutely humiliated as reo stutters out to his parents that “this isn’t what it looks like.”

“too late, i’m already calling your grandmother.” says his dad, who looks mildly amused, and embarrassed on you and his son’s behalf.

with a click of his tongue, reo huffs out in annoyance. “haven’t you guys ever heard of knocking???”

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