#and the fact buck is such a mess inside so he can’t see that and is prepared to forgive and forget all that is the bigger thing here

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Josh is so wrong about tommy and the pre glee world of it all - man was engaged to Abby in roughly 2015-17/18 Glee finished in 2015. So Tommy came out in the post glee world.

Now he might’ve been aware he was gay and using Abby as a beard during the glee era, and yes he was in the military during don’t ask don’t tell and working under Gerrard after that, but let’s not pretend for any minutes that he was fighting in the trenches of the pre glee world with his fellow queer population. Because he wasn’t, so sorry Josh but I do get to judge tommy - he treated Abby appallingly and while she had a lot of red flags, Tommy has way more and that is not ok.

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ᝰ.ᐟ high off of ending the soccer season with a world cup win secured, your newlywed husband showers you in all the attention he couldn’t give you when he was too busy being the world’s best striker. ( fem!reader )

pairing yoichi isagi x reader word count 2.7k content contains HEAVY breeding kink, creampie, marathon sex, wet 'n messy <3, yoichi's crazy stamina lol, marital bliss!!!!, you two are newlyweds and so in love it's kinda sick!!! kinktober masterlist

“Ah — fuck, ‘Ichi! Right there, right there!” You can’t help but let out high-pitched moans as you tangle your fingers into the white satin sheets of your bed. Your new bed, you realize, the sweet thought momentarily cutting through your haze of pleasure. Your new bed that you’ll be sharing with your husband.

Yoichi Isagi, your loving, doting husband — so loving, so doting, that the minute the two of you are finally alone, he wasted absolutely no time in ravishing you. His eagerness is endearing, and you’re dizzy with pleasure and glee and bliss. It’s your wedding night; the two of you are supposed to hop on the plane in just two days’ time to go on your honeymoon, but clearly Isagi wants to keep tradition alive by consummating the marriage right away. Not that you’re complaining. When he licks a stripe against your folds before sucking on your clit, you realize you have no room for any complaints. 

The only issue is that Isagi is the absolute worst when it comes to taking off your clothes. His excitement gets the best of him, and it’s cute to watch him fumble with the straps and buttons and knots of your outfits, but you had to get your bridesmaids to help you into this dress. You should’ve known Isagi’s greatest obstacle tonight would be your wedding dress. 

Rather than fiddle with your dress, though, Isagi manages to make himself at home between your thighs, eating away at your pussy. You wish you could grab his hair, to touch and feel your husband and show your appreciation, but it’s hard when he’s buried under the skirt of your dress. He couldn’t even be bothered to lift your dress out of the way; like in most situations when he has his laser-focus set on one goal, his tunnel vision only allows him to see the route with the highest success rate. Why bother with messing your clothes when he can just dive in? 

Isagi swears that you have the prettiest pussy in the world. He mumbles this praise but you can’t hear him over the lewd sounds of him lapping at your cunt, trying to savor all your juices onto his tongue. You feel your thighs clench up, almost smothering his head, and he has to dig his fingers into the plush of your thighs to hold you down. You still try to buck your hips up, trying to get more sweet relief for your cunt, and Isagi only complies, each swirl of his tongue feeling like a declaration of his love for you. 

When you feel the familiar tight knot inside of you about to unravel, Isagi gives one final lick before pulling back, removing himself from underneath your dress. You let out a whine at your ruined orgasm, and all he does is cheekily look up at you. He’s wearing that same lopsided grin of his, the one that suckered you in, and the lower half of his face is glistening with your juices and his spit. His cheeks are tinted pink, probably from the heat of his movements and the fact that he was basically suffocated by your thighs, your pussy, and the massive skirt of your wedding dress. He doesn’t look too upset about this; actually, he looks even more energetic than ever.

He wipes his face off with the back of his hand, just like he does when he’s sweating on the field. 

“Yoichi,” You whine, complaining about how he didn’t let you cum. He sits up, still smiling. 

“We have all night, baby. The first time you cum as my wife should be on my cock, right?” He shouldn’t sound cheerful when he says this, but the fact that Yoichi Isagi is as whipped for you as you are for him sends a fresh wave of arousal to wash over you. 

Isagi makes quick work of his belt, sliding it off before tossing it to the floor of the bedroom. He doesn’t bother taking off his clothes; he just pulls down his suit pants and briefs all in one go, just enough to free his cock. Thick, with the head red and leaking with pre, you can’t help but think that maybe Isagi had a point. Your first orgasm of the night should be on his cock.

He reaches a hand to go up your dress once more, and you can’t help but squirm and let out a squeal as his thick fingers brush against your folds, gathering up the slick before prodding at your entrance. His touch is teasing and fleeting, and right when he lets the tips of his fingers enter slowly into your aching hole, he removes them. With the same hand that was just toying with your pussy, he pumps his cock slowly. You watch, mesmerized at the sight of his hands dragging up and down his fat cock, your juices coating his length before he smears some of his own precum alongside it. 

“You remembered what we talked about, sweetheart?” 

How could you forget? It’s all you two could ever talk about, really. Yoichi Isagi and you both want to start a family, as soon as possible. 

And it’s like you’ve said before, when Isagi is focused on a goal, he always chooses the best path for success. 

You nod, biting down on your lower lip as you continue to watch him stroke himself. “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you tonight. You don’t need to do anythin’ but take all of my cum, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?” 

It’s hard to think when he’s bunching up the fabric of your dress, pushing it out of the way before tapping the head of his cock against your soaking slit. Drops of his precum smear against your cunt, and you moan at the contact, at the intense heat of his cock and cum even though you haven’t even received a taste of his true power yet. 

“Can you feel it, honey? Feel how hard my cock is for you?” He groans as he teases the both of you, guiding the tip of his dick to just barely entering your hole, before he pulls out. There’s a feral look to Isagi that you’ve seen many times before, but it’s still enough to get you even wetter, to get you excited, to let you know that Isagi will stop at nothing until he feels like he’s accomplished his goal. His eyes are focused on the way your needy hole is just clenching at nothing, practically begging for his cock, begging for his cum, begging for his baby.

“Yes.” You whine out, blinking out tears from your eyes. “Wan’ your cock so bad, ‘Ichi. Want your baby.” 

He has you teary-eyed in a wedding dress, begging to be bred. Just last month, Yoichi Isagi was being carried on the shoulders of his teammates after he scored the goal that won them the World Cup. That feeling of accomplishment, of pure joy, doesn’t compare to how he feels right now. Right now, staring down at you, the woman he loves, Yoichi Isagi feels on top of the fucking world. 

You let out high-pitched moans as he slowly sheathes himself into the welcoming warmth of your cunt. Your pussy greedily swallows up his length, walls clenching down on his thick cock. His hands curl around your waist, the thick fabric of your dress doing nothing to protect you from the strength of Isagi’s grip, especially as he grits his teeth and tries to give you time to adjust to the burning stretch of your pussy trying to accommodate his size. 

“Too big, ‘Ichi. Ah — you’re too big!” 

He leans down to kiss you on the forehead, fighting the urge to start thrusting into you immediately. Your mind is telling you that he’s too much for you to handle, but your greedy pussy is telling him something else entirely. With the way your walls are clamping down on him, you want him to fuck you ‘til you milk out all his cum. 

“Relax, sweetheart. You always say this, remember?” He rubs comforting circles on your hips, slowly drawing back before thrusting back in. “But I know that you love it. My good girl likes the pain of taking my cock, doesn’t she?” His experimental thrusts are getting rougher and quicker, but he’s right. You like the feeling of pain bleeding into pleasure. 

He buries his cock deep inside of you, pounding away at your pussy. All you can do is lay there and take it, a long string of never-ending moans leaving your mouth as Isagi has his way with you. You feel your back arch, your walls twitching and pulsing, and right when you’re about to cum, Isagi’s quick to use his thumb to rub rough circles against your click, using your juices as the perfect lubricant. Fuck — you’re so wet and tight for him that it’s a wonder he hasn’t blown his load yet. 

You’re cumming. You can’t even warn Isagi that you’re cumming, but your subconscious knows that Isagi knows. He’s the best when it comes to reading you, and it’s no coincidence that he started toying with your clit the second he caught on to your oncoming climax. He wanted you overwhelmed with pleasure, and he delivered. 

Not even giving you time to come down from your high, Isagi continues to fuck you through your orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He growls, hips stuttering as you tighten up around him. “Feel so fuckin’ good, atta girl, baby. Shit, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum. I’m gonna cum in your pussy, and you’re gonna keep it all in, gonna carry my fuckin’ kid.” He’s rambling, losing himself to lust and the intense desire to breed. 

He leans down, his cheeks flushed and your own face warm. Everything about you is warm — no, hot. Your face, your chest, the heat between your legs. You’re practically on fire, burning with desire, and so is your husband. Isagi leans down to plant a kiss against your lips, and you let him. Nothing is sweeter, you decide, than being kissed by your husband while he jackhammers his cock into you, promising to get you pregnant. 

The kiss is messy and rough; he’s swallowing up your spit, and the two of you are basically sharing saliva. There’s a mess between the both of your thighs as well; your inner thighs and cunt are wet and sticky. His cock is coated in your cream, the fabric of his suit pants wet with your juices, and there’s an obscene squelching sound as he continues to thrust into your sloppy cunt. Isagi adds to the mess when he buries himself as deep as he can go, letting out a groan into your mouth as hot cum splatters inside of you. It takes several seconds for the stream of his cum to stop pouring into you, and your walls are still twitching, still oversensitive from the pounding it just took. 

He doesn’t remove himself from you. Instead, he hovers over you, careful not to smother you with his weight as he pants slightly, strands of his black hair sticking to his forehead due to his sweat. 

“You okay, baby?” 

You give a weak nod, and he only grins. 

The two of you stay like this, sloppy and connected, for a few minutes before you look up at him. He’s been staring at you with heart eyes this whole entire time.

“Do you think it worked?” You asked him, somehow too shy to look down at where the two of you are connected. You’re sure it’s a mess. You can feel a mix of your cum and his seeping out of your cunt, getting the sheets dirty. 

“Well, I do have a great direct shot.” He jokes. “I probably aimed right at—”

“You’re lucky you’re so cute!” You interrupt him, trying to sound like you’re scolding him but he makes you laugh too hard. He laughs with you, peppering kisses all over your face while you giggle. He’s so in love with you, he can’t stop smiling, and neither can you. 

“But…” The gentleness in his expression wavers as something darker, something more determined flashes over him. “We should make sure it takes. Let’s go another round.” Throughout this entire time of you cockwarming him, you realize that Isagi never quite softened. “For good measure.” 

By good measure, Isagi means he has to fuck you from the back this time. Something about how it’ll help him reach even deeper. To prove his point, he takes your hand and guides it to your belly; his larger hand engulfs your own, forcing it to remain where he places it. “You feel that?” He asks you, and you do — you can feel the bulge of his dick reaching deep inside of you every time he thrusts, and it’s so insane, it makes you cum all over his cock. “That’s the fuckin’ cock that’s gonna get you pregnant.” 

The second round isn’t enough to satiate Isagi. He’s kind enough to suggest that the two of you take a bath, to get cleaned up, but that’s a fucking joke. While he waits for the water to heat up, he places you on the marble counters of the bathroom, spreads your legs, and wolf whistles when he sees your hole clenching, struggling to keep the flood of his cum contained. He takes his fingers and scoops it up before shoving it all back inside of you, which leads to him fucking you with his fingers. Your juices are all over the counter by the time he’s done with you, and your legs feel so weak, he has to carry you to the tub. His original suggestion of “getting clean” is thrown out the window when you ride him, the water spilling over and getting all over the floor, but the two of you are too fucking horny and deep in your pleasured states to care. He loves watching your wanton facial expressions as your oversensitive pussy screams for both relief and more pleasure, more of his cum. He finishes inside, holding down on your hips and making you sit still as he gives you his cum. 

The two of you fuck like bunnies for the rest of the night. Your poor pussy is overflowing with his cum by the time he’s taking a breather, and your skin has indents of his fingers. It’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even need to stimulate your clit to get you to cum for him; he called you his good girl, the best wife in the world, when you came from just penetration alone. You don’t think your cunt will ever forget the hot feeling of his cum coating every centimeter of your walls. 

You’re laying on the messed up sheets, completely bare and sweaty. Isagi returns with a towel wet with cool water and a glass of water with an electrolyte blend mixed in. You’re still so sensitive that the friction of the cotton towel brushing against your pussy has you twitching, and Isagi shushes you as you whine. He wipes up the mess between your legs, blushing as he admires the fact that there’s so much to clean up. There’s something primal and possessive inside of him that goads him to continue to do this, to fuck you more, to “mark his territory,” so to speak. 

“Sit up, baby. You need to drink some water.” He helps you up, holding you steady as he brings the glass to your parched lips. You greedily drink the entire thing, and Isagi coos that you’re amazing. You smile at the praise, before laying right back down on the bed. This time, he joins you, holding you close to his chest. 

“I’m so happy you’re my wife.” He says, rubbing circles against the small of your back. “You’re the best girl in the world. I’m going to spoil the fuck out of you once we go on our honeymoon.” 

You giggle at that. “You’ll have to carry me everywhere.” You tell him. “After tonight, I don’t think my legs work anymore.” 

He kisses the top of your head. “I’d carry you everywhere for the rest of our lives.” 

Which is a sweet sentiment, until he continues.

“Because I’m not stopping at just tonight. You’ve got one more round in you ‘til the morning, right, baby?” 

Right.

[felixknow]

Hannie's 🦪 fixation

Part two of Hannie's 🍒 fixation

Part three -- fake text edition

Han/f!reader, friends who...play...together, Hannie begging reader, reader very soft-spoken | ADULTS ONLY, MDNI, I don't want teenagers reading my NSFW posts

“What?!”

“Please?” he asks with those big, sweet eyes boring into yours. “God, I love pussy so much. I'll make you cum, I swear! I don't stop until my girl is satisfied!”

“But, I…”

“You don't have to do anything for me, I swear. I'll jerk it while eating your pussy and it'll be enough for me. Fuck, I'm so hard, Y/N,” he whines, grinding his crotch against yours.

You.

Are.

Throbbing.

But your brain is such a mess you can barely answer him beyond the soft whimpers that leave your mouth as he rocks against you. Here he is on top of you saying such filthy things like he's casually offering to scratch your back for you, and you can't get the knot in your throat to go down no matter how many times you swallow.

“Pleeeeeease?” he asks again, laying down and resting his chin on your chest. He fully pouts, giving you his best, sweetest puppy dog eyes. And it works.

“Yes,” you sigh out, nodding. “You can… do that.”

Han smirks, sitting up so he's hovering over your face.

“Say it,” he says with a mischievous grin. “Say what I’m gonna do.”

If your face wasn't already burning with a vicious blush, it'd surely get redder as you sheepishly say “Eat me out while jerking yourself off.”

He scrambles to throw your blankets to the side and wastes not a single second looking over your stomach as he moves lower, pulling your sleep shorts and underwear off in one harsh tug.

“Oh fuck yeah,” he sighs happily, once against nestling between your legs. He uses two fingers to hold your lips apart and goes in like a man starved, lapping at your cunt with his dripping wet tongue.

Holy shit, you think. Was he drooling for it or what?

Your hips buck up against his face instinctually when he flicks his tongue back and forth rapidly against your clit. He chuckles at your body's reaction and stops, going back to licking long, fat stripes up and down, gathering your taste and feeling as much of you as he can.

When he feels that you've adjusted to the feeling based on the fact that your hips aren't bucking anymore, he goes back to your clit and sucks it into his mouth for just a second, just to get that squeak and jump reaction from you that he knew he'd get.

“Oh, fuck-- Hannie--” you moan, trying to look down at him. He's already watching you. When he lifts his head just slightly as he squirms and gets his hand down into his pants, you can tell he's smiling.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles, burying his face once again. He slurps the mixture of your wetness and his spit and swallows it down greedily. One of his fingers starts lightly tracing around your hole as his tongue works lazy circles around your clit, giving extra pressure as he passes over its hood.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, reaching down to push his hair back from his face. “You're-- ahh-- you're really good at this.”

He hums in acknowledgement and flutters his eyes closed, losing himself completely in the swirl of his tongue and the flick of his hand working over his cock, which you can't see but you can start to hear the sounds of it as his fist gets damp from his pre-cum.

You play with his hair, lightly tugging and scratching his scalp as his pace increases, giving him non-verbal signals that he’s doing good. 

“Hannie, I can’t,” you moan, arching your back and trying to roll your hips up into his mouth. “I’m getting close.”

He suckles on your clit, ignoring when you push on his head and get louder and louder, insisting that you’re getting too sensitive. One of his fingers slips inside of you and he curls the tip of it, tapping rapidly against the inside of your pussy on the back of your clit, quickly sending you over the edge.

You pull his hair so tightly while moaning his name and grinding up against his tongue. You swear you hear him moan into your pussy between his tongue flicks and slurps.

He doesn’t stop his suckling until your hands fall from his hair, almost as if the pleasure has completely overcome you and made you give up on holding yourself up.

With a few more long licks to collect your taste, Han removes his mouth from your pussy. The entire bottom half of his face is damp and shiny with your slick, but the real star of the show is the hazy look in his eyes and the way his tongue lolls out of his mouth as he reaches his orgasm too.

He whines loudly-- whimpering, even-- while his hand furiously pumps in his sweats.

I wish I could see it, you think through your clouded sex-high. I bet it’s pretty like he is.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, chest rapidly rising and falling.

This is it. This is it.

“Y/Nnnnnn,” he whines, turning his face into your inner thigh. “Ahhhh, fuck! Y/N! Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/nnnnnnnn…”

“Holy shit,” you sigh out, watching as his hand stills and his whole body goes slack as he tries to catch his breath.

You’ll let him do whatever he wants to you if you get to hear him say your name like that again.

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[killakalx]

17+ content, blank blogs dnf

jealous bsf!dick grayson but atp y’all are fwb. orgasm denial (both of y’all get off dw), begging, maybe manipulation on reader’s part? if you squint??, mild marking kink, poorly proofread

if you manage to make your best friend jealous? he's plotting to deprive you of your orgasm the next time you run to him. i swear it. balls deep, legs folded to your chest, clutching your face so hard your cheeks squish and make you sound all dumb on his cock when you beg. “aw, was he makin you beg like this too? did he have you crying on his cock?” and the thrusts get agonizingly slow, agonizingly deep, just to see how far he can make your eyes roll.

every time your breath hitches and the only sounds you can make are those silent whimpers while your pussy flutters around his cock, he’s burying himself inside you and simply grinding. just enough to keep you on edge. no where near enough to let you fall over the edge. he’ll edge himself if it means turning you into a pathetic and whimpering mess, bucking your hips against the force of his holding you down, but he’s not giving you the pleasure you visit him for until he sees tears swelling under those pretty lashes.

“I should leave you just like this,” he’s contemplating, though he doesn’t really mean it. the petty in him wants to get back at you, make you get a taste of what you’d go through without him, but it’s an empty threat. “‘s that what you want? just use you to get off and send you to what’s-his-name for that O you want so bad?”

when your whimpering gains a bit of coherency, letting him make out the sorry’s and please’s that tumble from your lips, he’s back to the first pace. right back to square one, groaning against your neck before slapping your cheeks a few times, encouraging you to keep eye contact. “yeah, what’s his name, baby? who’re you running to every time you need this cunt fucked right?”

“‘s you, dick,” you weakly nod in his grasp, gasping when he reinforces the grip around your jaw. “you fuck me so good, dick, please. god- please, dick. ‘m sorry...” dick groans and pushes your face away, as if retreating to the crook of your neck once he’s fucked the apology out of you.

“that’s right,” he emphasizes with a fake tone of realization, sloppy open-mouthed kisses littering your collarbone. you can tell he wants to mark you up, teeth grazing your skin and almost nipping at you like a puppy— and you’re closer than you’ve ever been this whole night, so it’s not slipping away again.

“‘m sorry, dick,” you whine into his ear again, long nails scratching the hair above his neck and holding on to the mess of raven black. “he won’t touch me again, promise.” you’re so desperate that you swear to him he’s the only one to make you feel like this, and the fact that it’s the truth is obvious to both of you, as sex dazed as you both are. his resolve falters when you tighten around his cock, and you figure that the low whine you draw out is a result of your words.

“mark me up,” you babble when the coil in your tummy comes back, “you can let them know. fill me up, let them know ‘m yours, dickie, please-“

and right now, dick wants nothing more than to do just that.

“shh- shit,” he groans in defeat, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass and hip. his cock twitches inside you as he huffs, “y’know I can’t- I can’t do that, doll.”

“you can-“ you cry, rolling your hips to get him impossibly deeper inside you as you moan. “‘m on the pill, dick. i want it.”

truthfully, you’re certain this is a bad idea in the long run, but in a moment of desperation and no immediate threat of your life falling apart, it doesn’t matter.

his free hand opts for covering your mouth instead of holding your jaw, muffling the temptations of your tongue to keep his sanity. needless to say, you’ve convinced him, given the pretty bruises bloom along your collarbone and chest before he could even make the conscious decision to do so. all he needed was that last bit to finally give you that blissful pleasure you’d chased for what feels like five hours.

the scene’s overwhelmingly intimate when he rides out your high with you, long and intense as you cling to his entire body. and he’s no better; he’s worse, if anything. his hand pulls you closer by the small of your back, deep moans filling your ears between words of him scolding you and that damned mouth as he fills you to the brim with his cock and cum.

“goddamn you,” he grunts, though he isn’t particularly upset. there’s plenty of questions he has now that his head is clear; most notably whether or not you two are still friends. he decides leaves it in the back of his head once he sees your lashes flutter from exhaustion, though. “do I need to pick something up?”

still dazed and out of breath, your laugh is barely audible, simply shaking your head and letting your head fall back into pillows. “I told you I’m on the pill.” he hums in realization that the fact was lost in the heat of it all, muttering a fake apology for the hickeys and going out of his way to ignore the way he leaks out of your puffy folds when he pulls out. ❧

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★ - warnings: literally just smut pairing: percy jackson x fem! reader a/n: got bored, wrote this, here we are

you looked like a goddess (and admittedly, better looking than aphrodite herself! percy would keep that part to himself though— he’d like to keep his life, thank you very much). with the way your hair was slightly messy from the pillow your head previously lay on, the morning light illuminating your bare skin perfectly, your still sleepy demeanor, your eyes closed shut as you progressively grind yourself further into him, moaning softly when you find just the right angle to push yourself into. it’s utter ecstasy what he’s feeling, and there’s no argument in the fact that getting to wake up and fuck you is probably his favorite thing ever

and you would say about the same. yet you’re too disoriented to care about that, especially with the way he’s insanely deep inside of you, resulting in your brain turning into complete clouds, a euphoric, lust-filled daze; a feeling you wish would never end, though with the way percy keeps relentlessly thickening inside you you’re sure he’s thinking the same thing

“perce, I’m-” you’re cut off by a guttural moan, inching closer to your climax, your walls tighten around him, you’re sure he’s aware of what you were attempting to say. you’re a panting mess, seeing stars of all kinds, gods, you can’t even function properly, attempting to wring your hands around anything they can reach. which in this situation happens to be percy’s biceps, digging your nails into his skin. you’re sure you’ll find crescent shaped imprints there later

you quicken your pace, eager to reach your peak, grinding your hips further into him to a point where you’re not even sure if this is humanly possible. your legs shake, your skin becomes slick with sweat beads, hair sticking to your face, your moans grow louder, you can’t think, can’t breathe; they come out raggedly, trying as much as you can to calm yourself as you at last reach your climax, shivering. if this wasn’t enough, percy doesn’t end here, he bucks his hips into you, pushing himself impossibly further into your core (you’re dying, you’re dying, you’re dying). you know later when you go to get up you won’t even be able to, every muscle in your body will ache, you’ll be as helpless as a porcelain doll. you come to a secondary orgasm, crying out as you don’t think you could possibly take anymore (you so wish you could. dumbass human capacity levels)

this time, percy lets you slide off of him and onto the sheets beside him. your chest rises and falls, you close your eyes and try to collect yourself back to a normal setting. though, you’re sure the pain was worth the pleasure, yet you still throb greatly. if this is how you die you’d be happy with it. you pull the messy sheets over your bare skin, resting your head on percy’s shoulder, similarly, he removes your hair from your sweat-veiled face, kissing your forehead in the process

what a way to start the morning

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A thought to add to that fantasy:

The owners end up having to go on a trip again a month or two later, and seeing as you did such a good job last time, they ask if you can watch him again for two weeks. Even though you really don't want to, they pay really well and you could really use the money, so you end up in their living room as they hand you the keys and head off on their trip, his snout pushing between your thighs before their even out of the driveway...

mmmm yesss i mean unfortunately i need the money and they pay so much bc he’s a big dog and eats a lottt so i have to keep dog sitting him.

as we’re in the driveway, i push his snout away from me and walk inside. i pour food in his bowl and get myself a snack. i remember not to bend over or lean down too much bc of what happened last time. and i wore that stupid skirt again. why?? because i have to be presentable for the owners, they know my parents and will report back or get someone else if i seem like i’m a slacker. anyway, i literally can’t ignore the fact that his huge dick is just out bruh like have some courtesy.

i’m there for a couple hours watching movies and chilling on the couch while he’s on the floor. I fall asleep to the peaceful sound of gunshots from an action movie.

OW WHAT THE FUCK. i wake up in a panicked state feeling claws scraping my thighs. i look down and this damn fuckin dog has his head under my skirt and is nuzzling my pussy rn, licking it way too harshly. wondered why i had such an intense wet dream. ewww disgusting i push his head away but he’s not budging, he muzzles deeper and is tongue goes inside me. it goes in wayyy too easily bc im fucking soaked. WTF buddy get out please..i feel his huge tongue lapping at my walls and my legs start shaking. fuck i’m like about to cum in a dogs mouth this is so sick. my thighs start tightening around his head, then he stops.

dude. what. there’s no way this dog just edged me. fuck off.

he gets up to leave but then bites onto my skirt and drags it up all the way to my face. i playfully bite onto it, taking it from him and giggle. but all of a sudden his paws pin down both of my arms and i realize what position we’re in. oh my god no no no no no NO.

his hips go down and he starts bucking them trying to find my parts. so gross please don’t, not again. i squirm trying to dodge his scary MASSIVE doggy cock. he then lays his upper body down on me, putting all his weight on and pushes harshly into me. FUCK. god what the fuck. he ruts into me in and out so fast and hard, it hurts. i think his cock is getting bigger…oh shit. noooooo no no. please don’t. i try to push his paws off my arms and he snaps at my face, i flinch away and tears start running. he licks them off my face while still pounding me. the squelching sound and my whimpers fill the room it sounds so fucking inappropriate. i feel his knot trying to get in “NO BUD GET OFF!” he pops it in and finally stops thrusting. the feeling is overwhelming and i cum immediately as it goes in. buddy whines and barks in my face. i feel his liquid flood me. fucking disgusting. im still sniffling from earlier but i take deep breathes while his knot goes down. he continues to lick my face till im ok. that’s kinda nice. but not nice bc he knotted me without permission. “no treats later buddy” i say and then he starts shifting his hips, i gasp as he slips it out of me. i hear the liquid drip onto the floor and feel it gush out of me. sweaty and panting, im still laid out on the couch, legs spread, and there’s a disgusting doggy cum mess all over my pussy.

fuck…i look down and see it left his huge puddle on the couch. great, now i have to clean it all up. i get up carefully and start walking when my legs give out. i collapse on the floor, my legs are too shaky to walk. buddy walks over to me and is sniffing me, especially down there. he whines. i think he feels bad and wants to clean me up. i slowly and carefully spread my legs and he puts his head down, licking up my thighs and on my pussy. fuck it’s sore and feels really overstimulated, but um, kinda good ig. his head comes up and he licks my face, spreading his cum on me GROSS. i push him away and he trots away, growing another hard on. i roll my eyes, glad that didn’t go anywhere. i get up, less shaky now, and go to get the cleaning stuff.

i clean up the mess and forgot about his cum, now crusted, on my cheek. gross. i wash it off and sit back on the couch, exhausted even more now. i refuse to sleep near him again. what a gross horny dog. what is his deal seriously. he lays on the ground near me and stares at me, panting, his red cock out on the ground as well. god, can’t believe i have three more days of bullshit.

IM SO WET WRITING THIS

[conchcronch]

Kinktober 2024: Day 3

WC: 2296

Summary: It's been so long since you've seen Law and you're struggling. So you give him a call hoping he can give you some much needed relief.

A/N: This is the first time I've ever written Law so I hope it's not too out of character.

You groaned as your head hit the pillow, your hair was a mess, the blankets tangled around your legs trapping you as you flailed in an attempt to free yourself. You had been at this for what felt like hours. Trying every position you could think of, moving to different places in the room, but no matter how close you got you couldn’t get there. Your hand was beginning the cramp, the pads of your fingers showing the very early signs of being pruny from your slick. 

You had no idea what it was that you weren’t doing, he could get you to cum in a matter of minutes, yet here you were completely unable to get yourself there. You looked over at the clock on the bedside table, 3:34am. You rolled over, pressing your face into his sweater that you had stolen last time you had seen him, as you groped around in your bedside drawer blindly until you felt the small transponder snail you kept there. Quickly dialing him, you waited in anticipation, knowing he would still be awake but hoping he would pick up.

“It’s late.” His voice was low, gravelly. The same voice he uses to whisper in your ear as he fucks into you, holding you tightly against you. 

“Not like you’re sleeping.” You rolled onto your side so your voice wasn’t muffled as your hand slipped down between his legs, your eyes fluttering closed so you could focus on his voice.

”But why aren’t you?” 

“I couldn’t sleep.” There is a slight whine in your voice as you tease your clit, rubbing your index and middle finger along either side of it. “When will I get to see you?” You heard him sigh.

“Hopefully soon.”

“But when” 

“Did you really call me this late just to ask that?” 

“Partially.” You heard him huff a breath through his nose, knowing there was a smirk across his lips. 

“Oh yeah, then what else did you need?” Even though you hadn’t been together for very long, he could read you like a book, even if he couldn’t see you. 

“I miss you.”

“Is that right?” You nodded despite the fact that he couldn’t see you. 

“I miss you so much.”

“So much you’re called at 3 in the morning just to tell me.” You heard the quiet sound of a book closing, smiling when you realized you had his full attention.

“Uh huh” Slowly you stimulated your clit, rubbing the pads of your middle finger around in such a way that it was hard to stop your hips from bucking. You couldn’t stifle the breathy moan that slipped out when you applied just a bit more pressure. 

“Sounds like you called for another reason.”

“Mmhm” 

“Why didn’t you just say that from the start?” If you listened closely, you would have heard the faintest sound of his belt being undone as he leaned his head against the back of his chair. 

“I’ve been trying all night, b-but I just can’t do it.” Your voice was breathy, and as you ran your free hand over your face to push your bangs out of your eyes you felt a light sheen of sweat beginning to form.

“All night, huh? Why didn’t you call sooner?” 

“It’s embarrassing.” You whined, forcing yourself to swallow a moan that was threatening to slip out.

“Arousal is completely natural, nothing to be embarrassed about.” His hand wrapped around his half hard cock, stroking slowly as he listened to all the little sounds you would make whenever you weren’t speaking. “What were you doing?” 

“I-I’ve been fingering myself for hours.” He let out a heavy breath through his nose, the thought of you laying in bed desperate for him was enough to get his cock fully hard at the mere mention.

“Mhm” He encouraged you to continue. 

“I just can’t get there.” You slipped you fingers down from you clit, gathering your slick before pushing your middle finger inside yourself. 

“What are you doing right now?” 

“I ah I have a finger inside b-but it doesn’t feel as good as yours.” In any other situation, you would rather eat Law’s hat than say any of this out loud, but you had grown so desperate that any part of you that was shy had been silenced.

“Take it out.” You did as he instructed, wiping it on your sheets before waiting for his next instruction. “What are you wearing?” 

“J-just a shirt and underwear.” 

“Which shirt?” As he closed his eyes he wanted to be able to picture you exactly how you were so he could imagine how you would look under him, begging for his fingers. 

“Y-your yellow button up.”

“What?” 

“I took it.” 

“I should have figured you had it.” He tried to keep his voice even, but truthfully the thought of you in his shirt was enough to force him to grip the base of his cock enough to hurt. “Take off your panties, unbutton the shirt, but leave it on.” 

You didn’t respond, immediately pushing the cotton panties off your hips and down your legs before working to unbutton his shirt. “Done.”

“Good. Now, what have you tried?”

“Everything.” You all but whined.

“I highly doubt that.” 

“I just can’t reach that spot inside, feels like my fingers aren’t long enough.” 

“We’re going to ignore that spot, okay?” 

“But it feels so good when you rub against it.”

“I know it does, but there’s better ways for you to get yourself there without me.” You wanted to argue it, but you knew he knew your body better than you did sometimes. “There’s no point in you wasting your entire night trying to get yourself off ineffectively.” God you loved it when he would slip into his more analytical self. “Put two fingers in your mouth.” He said this the same way he would tell someone a diagnosis that had you clenching your thighs together. 

You did exactly what you were told, tasting your own arousal on your fingers as you rubbing your thighs together, moaning slightly around your fingers as you swirl your tongue around the digits like you would his cock. “Take them out and play with your nipple for me.” The line of saliva connecting your fingers to your lip broke as you ran your wet fingers around your nipple. “Do it the same way I do it, take your time, there’s no rush.” 

“I miss your hands.” 

“I know you do, but you have to work with what you have.” His cock was so hard it hurt, the grip he still had around the base finally released as he ran his thumb over the bead of pre cum that had gathered at the tip, smearing it over his head. “How’s it feel?”

“G-good.”

“Now, with your other hand, slowly run it down your body. Take your time.” You couldn’t hold back to moan when you finally felt the tip of your finger make contact with your clit. Law was always very quiet when you had sex, the most you ever got out of him was a the occasional grunt when he was getting close, or a quiet fuck when you had his cock in your mouth, so when you heard a heavy sigh you felt yourself get even more wet, if that was even possible.

“L-Law are you-” You couldn’t bring yourself to say it, hoping he would be able to answer your unfinished question. 

“Y-yeah.” A quiet curse left your lips as you picture him, leaning back in his desk chair, fisting his cock as he told you how to touch yourself. “Put your clit between your index and middle finger.” You did as you were told, starting to move them back and forth before he could tell you to. “Don’t go too fast, take your time.” You couldn’t stop the moans from falling from your lips as you slowly sped up, your hips canting forward. “You’re going to wake your whole ship.” he said, laughing slightly to cover the moan that came from the very back of his throat. “Are you ready for more?” He finally asked, having to completely take his hand off his cock as he felt the knot in his stomach begin to fray but not wanting himself to finish before you. 

“Yes” you breathed, taking your fingers away from your clit and running them down along your folds. 

“Are you wet enough?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the question.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more wet in my life.” The sentence made your stomach flutter, admitting something so obscene to him felt wrong but at this point you didn’t care. 

“I wish I could feel it.” He couldn’t stop himself from imagining how well your cunt would take his fingers, watching them become covered in your slick as he pushed them fully inside of you, his tattoos completely engulfed. “Move the transponder closer, I want to hear it.” The hand that had be roughly holding your breast moved to grab the snail that had been sitting on your nightstand, placing it on the bed next to you, low enough that he would be able to hear the sound of your fingers pumping inside of you. “Now, push your middle finger inside.” You did as you were told, immediately curling it upwards as you did so. 

“I can do another.” 

“Then do it.” You pushed your ring finger in next, digging the heel of your palm against your clit as you did so. You bent your knees, bringing your feet up towards your body so you could rut against your hand. 

The sound of your fingers smacking against your wet folds was like music to Law’s ears. His cock was aching, pre cum straining his white shirt where it laid neglected for so long. But he knew the moment he wrapped his hand around himself, his orgasm would crash into him. “F-fuck Law” you called to him, reaching over to grab his sweater that had been laying besides you, bringing the fabric to your face to both cover you in his scent and in an attempt to muffle your needy cries. 

“Are you close?” He thumbed his messy head, bringing the pre cum down his shaft but refusing to stroke himself until he knew you were almost there. 

“Y-yeah finally-y” your words sounded broken and they made his cock throb, his balls feeling heavy enough that part of him thought he might cum untouched. And while the curious part of him was interested to find out if he actually would, the rest of him was begging for his hand. When he wrapped his fist around his cock he couldn’t stop the grunt that slipped from between his clenched teeth. The slapping of your cunt was loud enough he was almost concerned someone on the submarine might here, but he knew he was the only one up at this hour. “Can you t-talk to me, please?” The need in your voice spurred him on, his hand moving quicker as he leaned forward, curving over himself. 

“Are you gonna’ cum, babe?” He rarely ever used pet names, often preferring how your name feels in his mouth over any other name. But he remembered how much you liked being called ‘baby’, knowing it always evoked a long moan from you. 

“Y-yeah p-please I need to cum.” 

“Use your other h-hand to circle your needy little clit.” Despite your arousal-drink brain you were able to just barely follow his instructions. “That’s a good girl.” The sound of your fingers and your moans filled his office as though you were there. His hand was moving at a desperate pace, using his own precum as lube was not the best idea but he was too far gone to change. 

“Do it.” Was all he could get out from between his clenched teeth. The sound of your orgasm throwing him over the edge and into his own crashing climax. 

You knew you likely woke someone up with the volume of your moan. Each moan getting softer as your orgasm tapered off, your fingers slowing as they fucked you through your climax. Your breath was coming in short bursts, your hips lowering and your thighs shaking slightly. “Did you cum?” Your voice was rough, and a small whine left your raw throat as you finally pulled your fingers from your cunt. 

“Yeah, fuck.” You couldn’t help the small laugh at the sound of his gruff voice as he tried to catch his breath. “Do you feel better?” 

“Yeah, I think I can finally fall asleep.” Sleep was beginning to pull at your eyelids, having been evading you for hours. 

“Good, get some rest.” 

“Will you?” You pulled the blanket that had been pushed down to the bottom of your bed over you, rolling onto your side and holding his sweater against you as a makeshift pillow.

“I think so.” His voice was heavy with sleep.

“I’ll get to see you soon, right?” 

“We’re probably a few hundred knots behind you, Strawhat-ya asked us to meet you at the next port to discuss our next move.” 

“And when were you planning on telling me this?” You could hear the smirk on his face.

“Figured you knew.” 

“What part of this entire transponder call made it seem like I knew that, Law?” You tried your best to sound irritated but you knew it was clear you weren’t. 

“Get some sleep, cuz’ when we get to port you won’t be getting any.” 

“I’ll see you soon then.” 

“Goodnight.” You pressed your face into his hoodie as you drifted off to sleep, trying to think of all the ways you would get him back for not sharing such pertinent information with you.

[sku11s1asher]

Kinktober Day 1: Edging

lyney x top male reader

notes: guess who’s doing kinktober?? me!! pretend i posted this earlier since i couldn’t find a list until last sec, oops. ignore the fact that this is short and totatllyyy not rushed.. i don’t even know the characters i wanna do so PLEASE DM OR SPAM MY INBOX WITH CHARACTERS YOU WANNA SEE!! if a day doesn’t get posted on time, i promise ill post it eventually trust

cw: edging (obv), one slap on his thigh, sharp ass nails, crying, im a sucker for lyney sorry guys

It must be a wonderful feeling to have Lyney, the great magician of Fontaine, the future successor to Arlechino, right under your fingertips, literally. Such a strong man, reduced to a whimpering and begging mess, all because of a little touching. He looked so beautiful though, his makeup ruined, back arched, cock leaking, body on full display, just for you.

A needy whine left his lips, “Please, I- I can’t!” Your eyes flickered up, tilting your head at him, “You can’t what? Use your big boy words, baby.” He could barely open his eyes to look at you, everything was too much. His arm went over his face when your hand slowly started moving again, it took everything in him to not buck his hips. He needed to cum so badly, why are you being such an asshole?

You leaned down to kiss his stomach before taking your hand off his cock. You’ve only been edging him for 15 minutes, it’s pathetic how quickly he became a mess. After staring at him for a few moments longer, you finally grabbed the lube, opening it, and pouring it over his dick, watching as it slowly dripped down towards his hole.

—

Maybe it was too much, he was squeezing around your fingers so tightly, thighs squeezing around you. Every sound that came from his mouth was almost laughable, barely audible words, moans, and whimpers. It’s like you took away his tongue.

“Calm down,” you said to him, your free hand giving his thigh a light slap. Your finger kept rubbing against his prostate, sometimes purposely missing it. “How can I calm down?” He hissed out, eyes starting to fill with tears. All you could do was let out a chuckle, no matter how angry he pretended to be, his body always betrayed him.

Once you finally decided to stick another finger inside of him, a fat glob of pre cum dripped from his tip. You could tell that he was trying his hardest to not cum, the way his breathing started to increase, how his face slightly changed, the slight grind against your fingers. Of course, you paused your movements, just long enough for him to lose the high before you started to get him open.

—

“Fuck,” as soon as you were even an inch inside of him, he was trying to pull all of you inside. “Lyney,” your voice warned, the grip on his waist tightening. All you got in response was a loud moan and nails going deeper into your back. When you, finally, got inside of him, it felt like heaven. Hell, it sounded like heaven.

“You wanna cum?” You asked into his ear, head falling into his neck, biting it as you thrust. “Yes, yes, please!” He begged, one of his hands going on your head, pulling you closer. Though, his other hand tried going to his dick, which didn’t slide with you. As soon as you felt his hand go between your stomachs, you stopped moving altogether.

“No, no, no, ‘m sorry-“ he quickly pleaded, you could feel his tears, what a baby. “If try to you touch yourself, I’ll stop again,” You warned, slowly going back to thrusting into him. He didn’t even last a minute, hole immediately squeezing you tighter, nails scratching your back, finally coming. You didn’t stop for a second, trying to reach your own high as he continued to moan like a cheap whore.

[starboyyoongi]

thinking about gun play with seonghwa and how his eyes widen in surprise when you moan at the slightest bit of pressure from his gun pressing against your clit. he moves the gun away for a second before he presses it against your clit again, this time with a little bit more pressure. he keeps doing this until you stop him with a hand on his wrist and tell him to stop teasing you. of course this only makes him want to do it even more and you can see it in the way he smiles at you. but surprisingly he listens to you and instead starts to move it between your slick folds. you’re embarrassingly wet despite him barely doing anything and he comments on this.

“what a fucking whore,” seonghwa tuts. “i didn’t take you for someone who’d be into this kind of thing. look at how messy you’re getting it.”

you look downwards as seonghwa briefly pulls the gun away from your folds. sure enough, the muzzle is glistening with your arousal. seonghwa doesn’t say it out loud, but the slick of your wetness covering his gun turned him on in ways he didn’t think was possible. hell, he’s been turned on ever since you opened your mouth and practically begged to do all of this. you two have done a lot of nasty things together, but this? this one took the cake. this was downright filthy and the both of you knew it.

without so much as another word, seonghwa slides the gun in between your wet folds once more. you feel your pussy clenching and unclenching with every movement and it’s taking everything in you to not scream at seonghwa to just fuck you already. from the wet sounds your pussy was already making and how it steadily dripped onto bedsheets below you it was obvious that you were more than ready. what else was there left to do?

“seonghwa, please just fuck me already–” you start to whine, but you cut yourself off with a sharp inhale.

seonghwa grins up at you as he circles the muzzle around your hole, taking pleasure in seeing your pussy clench around nothing. here you are laying in front of him with your legs spread wide and pussy dripping onto his expensive sheets waiting to get fucked by a gun—his gun to be exact. he thinks back to how you eyed it with excitement earlier and didn’t stop not even once to ask if there were any bullets in it. he made sure to empty it beforehand, but the fact that you didn’t ask because you were too busy thinking about being stuffed makes him laugh.

you two are definitely going to hell after this.

“i shouldn’t be asking since you’re already a mess” seonghwa says. “but, are you ready, baby?”

you nod so fast that it makes seonghwa laugh again. for a second it seems like you’re about to laugh, too, but the feeling of cool metal and your pussy being stretched stops you. you let out a gasp then a moan.

“oh, my god,” you breathe out at the same time seonghwa says, “oh, fuck.”

you both watch as he slowly pushes the gun further inside of you, wet noises immediately filling both of your ears. you can’t speak; all you can do is gasp and moan and whimper at the unfamiliar feeling. you’re not sure how to put it into words. you just feel full. so fucking full.

your eyes flicker to seonghwa for a brief moment. you watch as he stares at the sight before him with an intense gaze, lips parting as he lets out his own moan. he’s more enamored by this whole thing than you are now. you watch him for a while longer until he glances up at you, eyes blown wide with lust.

“can i go faster? please?” he asks. the tone of his voice is low, but there’s a hint of desperation in it.

“is that what you want?” you ask.

“yes,” seonghwa says as he slightly pushes the gun in even further. “wanna see your pretty little pussy get stretched out, baby.”

you nod before letting out another moan and bucking your hips forward. seonghwa leans forward and presses a few kisses to either side of your thighs before he presses one just above your throbbing clit. for a second you consider asking him to eat you out and fuck you with the gun at the same time, but decide against it. you have the rest of the night to do whatever you want to anyways.

[pxuvalentinx]

TWO WORDS. PEGGING. AND CHOSO.

that’s all have a great day

a/n: ONE WORD. ABSOLUTELY!!! when i saw this in my inbox i screamed. tysm for your request and i hope you’re having a lovely day aswell🫶

tags/warnings: pegging, extreme overstimulation, c0m eating, choso x fem!reader, light bondage, vibrationsss🤭, mainly praise, messy choso

You always knew that Choso was whiney and liked to beg, but ever since the two of you got into pegging, the noise complaints from your neighbors just kept landing in your mail box. No matter how much Choso tried, he just couldn’t stop crying and whining about how good your strap felt inside of him.

“M-Mommy…’m cummin’ hahh.. againnnn…oh mommyyy” He stuttered out. The little tears just streamed down his face.

You could see how he clenched his fists tighter, and how he tried to fight against the ropes that were restraining his arms. His muscles flexed with every movement and whine. You had him lying on his stomach, while you pounded into him from behind.

The sheets underneath him were coated completely in white, he lost count of how many times he’s cum tonight, but he just couldn’t help it and get hard over and over again. Choso became so greedy ever since you started pegging him, he wanted more and more. The fact that you had restrained his arms and pressed down on his lower body with your own body weight, just got him so riled up.

“Cummin’ again hm? Such a good boy, Cho..You’re so good f’ me…go ahead..cum all over the sheets again…make a mess f’ me” You cooed. You watched Choso rub himself against the sheets while you filled him up from behind, hitting his weak spot over and over again. How he’d ever sit up straight again was a mystery to you.

The once so quiet whines and whimpers of your name got louder with each thrust. You’d give the world to see his teary face right now, to see the mess you caused. Choso got corrupted by you, you fucked out any innocence he still had left. He can’t go a day without getting his brains fucked out. Didn’t matter if it was you pegging him, or him just rutting into your cunt like a dog in heat.

“Oh that’s it Cho…” You purred when you saw his dick twitch underneath him. He cried at your words. It didn’t take long before he shot out another load of semen. Choso’s back arched when he came, his legs shaking and his eyes watering.

“Mommy..ah..fuck..one more please…one more…hahh” And he was hard again. His whiney voice just begging and asking for more. And who were you to deny his wish?

You told him to flip around, and so he did. Only a moment later he watched you pull out a little box from under the bed, it took you a second to find the little vibrating bud. Choso’s eyes widened when he realised it.

The fucked out look on his face turned you on so much. Strands of his hair messily covered parts of his face and stuck to his skin due to the tears and sweat. His cheeks were a rose red, while his jaw was dropped as he panted loudly.

“MOMMY…OH FUCK…HAH…STILL S’ SENSITIVE MHMM…” He screamed out when he felt the bud vibrating against his rock hard dick. Even with your exhaustion and rather slow thrusts he was still going crazy. You filled him up so well, turned him into a little whore for you, and he never planned on complaining. He loved your attention after all.

“Shh, you can take it, right baby? Aren’t you such a good boy f’ me? Yeah you can take it…” You assured him and he only nodded. He was probably seeing stars at this point.

Choso was getting close again, with the amount of stimulation it wasn’t anything crazy, he’s always been sensitive anyways. The more you turned up the vibration, the more he bucked his hips into it.

“Gettin’ close again? Come on Cho.” You cooed at him, your free hand was wandering over his abs that were glistening with sweat.

It’s all he needed to cover his abs with his cum, also reaching your hand. It’s all he needed to cum again, and hopefully for the last time tonight. Choso’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, while still bucking his hips into the vibrating bud.

“Oh..You made a mess…Such a big mess, hm, didn’t you? Time to clean it up, don’t you think so Cho?” The fake empathy has never been more present in your voice. You brought your hand up to his mouth and ordered him to lick up the cum that landed on your hand. Just like the good boy that he is, he licked it all up while looking at you.

You flashed him a gentle smile before taking the bud off, and sliding out of him. You were ready to give him the aftercare and clean him up-

“One more mommy…pleaseee”

Ah.

[fettuccin-e]

Leave It Like A Brand

Kinktober Day 1: Love Marks

Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (wrap that shit irl fuck them kids), Matt's filthy mouth, secret relationship, a massive amount of hickeys like it's a lot (w/c: 885)

A/N: Happy Kinktober to all who celebrate! I am going to make a concerted effort to complete it this year, and I will be doing it with plenty of different characters. The absolutely amazing @flightlessangelwings has created this kinktober prompt list that I'll be following, so if you'd like to see a certain prompt with a certain character, let me know! I hope everyone enjoys the fact that I kicked off this lovely month with our dear Matty.

It’s like he can’t control himself when he’s got you like this. 

No one is supposed to know, he’s supposed to leave no evidence, and yet, when you’re squirming beneath him like this, slick with sweat and begging him to fuck you deeper, harder, faster, Matt just can’t fucking help it. He leans down and sucks dark, dark marks into the soft skin of your neck. Maybe they’ll fade by tomorrow, he thinks, and Foggy and Karen won’t notice at all. You and Matt will go back to being friends, colleagues, and no one will be ever the wiser.

He tries to tamp down the slight disappointment, the longing that grows in his chest.

You curl your fingers into his hair, panting as he bites marks into your skin. You can’t be doing this with him, it’s been going on far too long. Falling into his bed, night after night. What would your friends say if they knew?  You don’t even know what this thing you’ve created with Matt even is, nor does Matt.

But God, he feels so good. Fucking into you so deep, warm and heavy on top of you as he sucks bruises into your skin. Like a brand, you think, like ownership. You want him to own you, in so many ways. 

“Matt, oh my god,” you gasp as he sinks his teeth into your pulse point, relishing in the sound of your heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He mutters against you, his voice dark in your ear, like pure unadulterated sin. He drives his hips further into yours, pressing the tip of his cock into the little spot inside you that makes you claw desperately at his back.”You like me marking you up like this? You like having my cock so deep?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, Matt- oh please,” you throw your head back into the soft silk pillows, and Matt growls, dragging his teeth down your neck before biting savagely on your collarbone. He hikes your thighs up further around his hips, your back pressing into the mattress as he pounds furiously into your needy pussy. And god, the way you scream for him feels like heaven in and of itself.

You’re getting close, he can tell. He always can. It’s in the way you’re practically gasping for air, your hips twitching to meet him thrust for thrust, trying to work yourself over that peak. Your skin is slick with sweat, salty on his tongue.

“You going to cum for me, beautiful? Make a mess all over me? You’re so fucking tight around me, baby-” he gasps as you clench hard around him, practically strangling him as he fucks into you. “Wish I could do this all the time, gorgeous. Want to be in this pussy all the fucking time.”

Your back arches off the bed when he takes a hand off your thigh to press a mean thumb into your clit, rubbing quick circles into it and making you feel like you’re going to fly off the bed. “Fuck!” you practically scream, lurching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “‘S too much, fuck it’s too much, I’m gonna-”

“Fucking cum for me, angel.”

And you do. God, you do, your cunt squeezing around his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, as you gasp soundlessly, like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Your pussy gushes around him, sticky and wet and dripping down him. Your scent invades his nose, makes his head spin in a way that no one else ever has. Your hips buck up involuntarily as he fucks you through it.

“That’s it, baby, good girl,” he murmurs against your lips. “My good fucking girl, take what you need.”

“Need you to cum, Matty, please,” you whine. You work your hips against him in an obscene little circle that makes him feel more animal than man. His cock throbs.

“Fuck, yes-” he gasps, hunching over you, clutching your thigh tight enough that it will leave bruises there, too. Bruises that only he will see, the ones that no one else will ever see. Just you and him.

“Cum deep, please-oh fuck, Matt,” you whisper, before you bite ruthlessly into the hard tendon in the crook of his neck, deep enough that it must be painful, that it’s absolutely going to leave a mark on his skin. Your brand, your ownership.

He growls at the sting, his cock twitching as he finally floods your pussy with his cum. It feels like heaven incarnate, claiming you in the purest way he can.

As you both settle, chests heaving against each other, he tugs a sheet over you both. He hears your heartbeat steady and tries to match his with yours, tracing the bruises he left on your skin. You trace the bite mark on his neck.

“Little too warm for a scarf, don’t you think?” you murmur.

“Hm?” He tugs you closer, nuzzling into your hair.

“I’m just saying,” you say, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t think I can hide these marks from Fog and Karen anymore, so why even try? Might be time to come clean.”

“Mm, you’re right,” he smiles against your mouth. “Does this count as permission to leave even more of them?”

[nanamissuit]

Sub Price or König with femdom!reader pretty please?

Bottom - John Price/König

Pairing: Sub!John Price/König x Femdom!Reader MDNI!

Warnings: P in V no condom, Domination , Breeding , Degradtion/praising , Mommy kink

John Price:

To be honest, He had no Idea how he ended up here like this. Letting you take control was an idea you had which he agreed to not knowing the details. But now his hands explored all over your waist as you rid him.

“Mommy-please m’gonna!” “Ah ah, not yet I’m not done yet.” This had to be torture he couldn’t even finish you’ve had him like this for about an hour now and he was on the verge of tears he was squirming and a mess, a WHINY mess he could barely form words and forget full sentences.

“You’re truly pathetic.” When you said that his cock twitched some more and you sped up your pace a bit and then you spoke up, “Hm. You like that? My good boy.”

That made him go crazy and you finally let him finish and you finished shortly after. Jesus christ he was tired and didn’t wanna move so he just laid your head on his chest and played with your hair.

“I knew you’d like that..” “Mhm…but we're switching after this and you know that.” “That's a shame.” He chuckled, he knew you liked topping so he let you do it more often after that. But definitely not as often as he topped you because he loved seeing your face and everything he did to you.

But he’ll never really admit he loves bottoming like crazy, but he does love when you ride him and talk to him. He just adores you and everything you do.

König:

He was a mess, came 3 times already. You were milking this 6’10 man dry. And he loved every bit of it. He loved how defeated he felt and humiliated he felt. He loved being bottom on occasions; it helps him forget about stressful things.

“Mommy..Can’t anymore please no more..Can’t take it.” “Cmon you’re my good boy you can do 1 more f’me then you’re all done.” His cock was nearly soft inside you and he kept squirming, whining, and moaning.

You whispered more sweet praises to him and he was almost bucking his hips into you and he was panting. He really did adore the way you looked as you dominated him, he probably looked pathetic but he didn’t care it was all for you and he’d do anything for you.

But his thoughts were cut short when he got really close and finished for a fourth and final time. “Good boy, that’s it.” You smiled as you came with him and he carefully slid out and got out of bed to quickly shower. He came back within minutes and laid his full body weight on you and his head directly on your chest.

“Want me to play with your hair-” “Yes.” “Of course baby.” You ran your fingers in his hair and soothed him to sleep, this is normal for him. But he definitely likes topping better due to his size and how adorable you looked in that state for him.

But he didn’t mind bottoming whenever you wanted him to, in fact he loved the little break from topping he got to watch you please him for an hour or two. He loved all your attention. 

Wow!! This was better then expected thank you for the request<3

[pandorxxx]

An unexpected Visitor: Chapter 1

Lo’ak x omatikayan fem reader

Warnings: forbidden love, trouble maker lo’ak (ofc), angry- Lo’ak (kinda), p in v, cursing, orgasms. (Lmk if I missed anything else)

Synopsis: You were promised to Neteyam. Him being next in line for olo’eyktan and you training to be the next tsahik, it only made sense. However, you had lo’ak on your mind. What happens when lo’ak gets tired of sneaking around, and asks you to be his mate? Will your father approve of this?

Chapter 2

🔞MDNI🔞

It was no secret…although you tried your hardest to keep it as such. You were among the elite kids in the clan, your father being jakes right hand man, and your mother being one of the best hunters here. So it was only fair that you had the prime pickings of the clans finest men.

Everyone thought it would be you and Neteyam. As you both were promised to eachother as young kids. You training to be a healer while Neteyam was up next for olo’eyktan, it only made the most since.

But if you were being completely honest, you didn’t like Neteyam all that much. And it was clear he wasn’t checking for you either. The truth was, he was too similar to you. You need someone to take you out of your comfort zone, not join you IN it. You two were friends, nothing more…nothing less. You both had discussed this many of times, yet either of you were bold enough to tell your parents of the decision you both made. So that situation went untouched.

Plus, it wouldn’t make sense for you to mate with Neteyam as if lo’ak wasn’t the one you were sneaking around with. Yes, it was true. You and lo’ak had a thing going on. It was always speculated around the clan, but never confirmed. You were just that good at hiding it.

Plus, you didn’t need your father hearing about this. He was really strict. Hell, it took him a few years to accept the fact that you were promised to Neteyam, and that you would be having a family of your own one day. So you just knew he would have a problem with lo’ak; the trouble maker of the clan mating with his only daughter? Over his dead body.

So the only way to see lo’ak romantically was to sneak around. Usually at night when your parents were sleeping, or on days like this one, when everyone was too busy doing their chores to care what was going on with the clans good girl and bad boy.

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“Riiide that dick, fuuuuck.” Lo’ak chuckled breathily, receiving the utmost amount of pleasure as your little cunt squeezed his shaft. Your dainty hands were placed on his chest as you rode him like your life depended on it. Each bounce of your hips caused a loud smack that rang through the forest shamelessly.

And you couldn’t care less, not with his 14 inch cock buried deep inside of you. Shit, you couldn’t even think. All you knew was not to stop, or that undeniable pleasure would vanish.

“I-I’m gonna cum. I-I’mmmm gonna c-cum.” You whispered, heavy pants escaping your lungs as you bounced on his lap.

“Yeah?” He asked, siting up on his elbows just to watch your ass bounce. He snaked around, palming the plush skin with a loud grunt.

“Mm-hmm.” You nodded, faint whimpers escaping your lips as your walls began to contract around his length.

“O-Oh….ohhh fuuuck” he spoke, mouth slightly agape as his head followed your movements. He couldn’t take his eyes away. He squeezed your ass alittle harder, his hips bucking slightly into yours. He was close too….

“Same time, baby. S-Same time.” He moaned, lip between his teeth as he admired his favorite part of you. You were a mess, so fucked out that your body was begging for a release. Yet, you knew better. And no matter what you were doing…you hated to say this…but your fathers wrath was always lingering in the back of your mind.

“Let me cum first. Y-You can’t cum inside of me.” You moaned, your voice rippling with the pace of his thrusts now. Eywa, how much he hated those words…every.fucking.time you said them.

He growled out of frustration, taking it out on your tight little cunt. With a strong hand gripping your middle, he knocked the wind out of you with every thrust.

“F-Fuck just once. I need to fill this pussy up. Please.” He begged, faced balled up in pleasure as languid whimpers escaped his mouth.

“I know, b-but don’t do it. Hold it until I’m done!” You cried, legs beginning to shake around his hips. You felt your core heat up, meaning that your orgasm was seconds away.

Lo’ak decided to close his eyes, maybe it would hault his orgasm until you were done. He couldn’t believe what you were asking of him; To let you bounce on his cock until YOU were satisfied, while he was just seconds away from his earth shattering orgasm as well. And lord forbid if he came inside you. How the fuck was he supposed to do this? “Hurry then, b-baby! I-I can’t take it!” He growled, eyes shut and jaw clenched.

“I-I’m- shiiit!” You screamed, walls fluttering around his cock as you let your juices flow down his shaft with every slow bounce. As you rode out your high, you began to mumble nonsense in his ear.

“T-This dick is sooo good. So so sooo s-so good.” You whispered, fangs grazing his lobe. It sent a chill down his spine, his ears perking in excitement.

“Ohh come on, d-don’t talk like that. You’ve gotta- nghh!- gotta get up.” He moaned, pushing on your stomach gently, his eyes back glued to your ass.

“I-I’m still cumming, lo’ak. Don’t stop me, pleaseee?” You whimpered, rolling your hips into his. His eyes crossed, mouth falling agape as pitiful whimpers escaped.

“Fuuck, no. I-I can’t y/n!” He strained, shaking his head in disagreement. He gently pushed you off of him before fisting his cock.

“Ohhhh shit! Oh shit, shit, shit!” He grunted, his seed spewing out of him like lava. Sooo much of it too.

After one final thrust to his hand, he let go, body going limp on the moss beneath him. He was panting, sweat pooling from his body.

“That was amazinggg.” You panted, crawling over to your loincloth. Lo’ak scoffed with the energy he could muster.

“Mhm. I’m glad you had fun.” He snarled, sitting up lazily to grab his loincloth. You shot your head at him. Here he goes again. With his little attitude.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, tying your cloth around your hips. Eyes brow cocked as you awaited an answer.

Lo’ak stood to his full height, making you visibly back down in the slightest. He took a deep breath, tying his loincloth around his hips as well.

“Do you love me or what? Be honest. Because this shit doesn’t feel like love.” He confessed, finally meeting your confused gaze. “Huh? What are you even saying? Because I won’t let you CUM inside of me, I don’t love you now?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“It’s bigger than that, and you know it. After this, we’re gonna go our separate ways until you need me again. It’s funny how you can’t make time for a REAL date, yet you FIND time for some dick.” He spat, eyeing you up and down in disgust. He was getting really sick of this game you liked to play.

“Oh please! Be realistic for 2 seconds. You know I love you. And you know why we CANNOT be together. I don’t know why you’re acting like we haven’t discussed this.” You rebuttal, turning on your heals to leave him where he’s standing.

“You love me, right? prove that shit.” He growled, making you stop in your tracks. You turned around and walked close to him. “I just proved it…5 minutes ago!” You strained. He growled in frustration again.

“God, NO! Everything isn’t about sex!” He shouted, grabbing you by your neck out of sheer aggravation.

“Then WHAT?” You shouted back. He clenched his jaw, nose flaring as his tail wagged high behind him. He loved you so much that he was willing to say this next thing…

“Let me meet your father, properly. So I can take you out on a fucking date for once. A REAL date.” He spoke with less aggression, letting your neck go gently. Your eyes visibly widened at his request. “Lo’ak…my father wouldn’t approve of this.” You whispered, but loud enough for him to hear.

“How do you know that? We haven’t even tried yet.” He asked, a genuine tone in his voice. You sighed, taking his hands in yours.

“Lo’ak, my father knows that I’m promised to Neteyam already. He wouldn’t approve of my choice being his younger brother. It makes me look bad….and-“ you were stopped abruptly.

“And what?” He asked curiously. Head titled slightly as he awaited an answer.

“My father is strict. VERY strict. And you have…a bit of a reputation around the clan. He thinks you’re a trouble maker…everyone does. Im sorry.” You whispered, your voice cracking from the tears that we’re getting ready to form.

He had a look of defeat, disappointment. Was his reputation that messed up…that if fucked up his chances to get the girl he’s always wanted?

“I can be good for you. I WILL be good…for you. I won’t cause any more trouble if it means that I get a fair shot at making you mine. If your father doesn’t like me after, then it’s fine, I get that but….I just wanna try. Please, y/n. Let me meet him.” He begged before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

How could you deny him? Especially when you’ve got the clans bad boy BEGGING to make you his? Begging to meet your father, just so he can be public with you? Promising to be GOOD…for you? You had no other choice but to say….

“Yes, yes I’ll let you meet my father. Come over for dinner tomorrow. No funny business please.” You nodded, a small smirk creeping on your lips as the possibility of being with lo’ak.

“OH SHIT! YES! This is great! I’ll be there.”

He shouted in excitement. You’d never seen him smile that wide before. You were just happy that he was happy.

“No cursing when you meet him. He’ll kick you out.” You warned, pointing your finger at him. He chuckled before nodding. “I won’t, I promise.”

“No talking back either, please? I know how you get-“ he interrupted you again. “I swear ON MY LIFE. I would never disrespect him.” He spoke in a serious tone.

You smiled, placing your hands on his chest. “Ok then. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” You spoke, standing on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his soft lips.

You turned on your heels again. Going to walk away before you felt a hard smack on your ass. “Fuck! Are you crazy?” You shouted, rubbing the burning skin. He chuckled at you, eyeing your small frame up and down.

“Maybe. I love you, though.” He teased. You rolled your eyes. Turning to walk away from him.“I love you too, lo’aaaaaak.” You sung before disappearing into the tall trees

As excited as he was, lo’ak knew he had some hard work ahead of him….

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[angrelysimpping]

Male love interests + wren + leighton reacting to their S/O deepthroating them?

Contents: AMAB LIs, Leighton, and Wren (he/him); GN Reader (you/your); oral, deep throating, reader giving; a bit of throat fucking and vomit talk

Words: ~144 words each

Alex

Surprised! When you kneeled down in front of him, he’d thought he was getting a blow job, yeah, but not this.

Has been deep-throated before but, still, he didn’t know this was going to happen! 

Not upset that it’s happening, but he can’t help himself, his hips bucking forward a little.

If you don’t stop him, he’s going to take it as permission to keep going, taking control of how fast he’s pumping into your throat. 

Just as vocal as he normally is during sex, though he swears a bit more under his breath. 

Likes if you gag, likes to make a mess of your face. 

Won’t request you to deep-throat him, but won’t turn it down either. Ever surprise him with deep-throating and he’ll end up fucking your face unless you stop him.  

Likes to cum on your face, on the ground, in your hand, on his stomach, in your mouth. Wherever, really. 

Avery

You knew what Avery wanted, and he knew what he was doing.

Had you lay over the bed, head dangling off the edge. 

Let him have all the control over how far and fast he fucks your throat, just what he adores.

Also another fan of gagging and making your face a mess. Might specifically request you put on makeup, mascara and lipstick, before you deep-throat him so he can ruin it. 

Ready to tell you exactly what to do to make it feel better for him.

Lots of murmured praise when at low rage, things like “you’re taking my cock so well, sunshine.” Doesn’t try to press you into taking him too far too fast. 

High rage Avery is less concerned with your comfort.  Doesn’t particularly care if he’s too rough, as long as you don’t vomit on his cock. Snarled insults.

Likely to pull out and cum across your face. 

Eden

RIP your throat, good god this man is hung.

Might actually let you have some control over how far he goes down your throat because he doesn’t want to rupture anything. He doesn’t want you in the hospital, after all. 

Also, would not appreciate you vomiting on his dick. 

A third one who likes to hear you gag on his cock and make a mess of your face. Loves pulling back to see your chin wet with drool.

You’ll have to use your hand as well, gripping the part of his shaft that you can’t fit in your throat and jerking him off in time to bobbing on his dick.

Always cums down the back of your throat. Would like the aesthetics of pulling back and spending himself across your face and chest but doesn’t like the cleanup. 

Kylar

The fact that your head is between his legs already had Kylar excited. You don’t even have to take them into your mouth. You could just stay like that, letting your breath caress their cock and stroking their thighs and Kylar would be happy.

They’d also cum on your face if you keep it up, so don’t draw out the foreplay or you’re going to spoil it for yourself.

Squeaks when you take him into your throat, hips bucking forward on instinct. Apologizes when at low hysteria, letting you set the pace. 

Might cum right away, honestly.

Kinda likes the sounds of your gagging but is also worried about hurting you. Doesn’t really like getting drool smeared on your face but does like ruined makeup if you wear it. 

Conflicted on if he wants to cum in your throat or on your face. He wants his seed inside you but the marking aspect of his cum on your face excites him.

If you’re going to give him a blow job, he’s going to ask you to deep-throat him. Loves that you’re taking him so far into your body.

Leighton

Oh, he has so much to teach you

Coos as he strokes your cheek with his thumb, telling you to relax your throat and take him deeper. 

Yet another who likes hearing you gag, though only when you’ve taken him down to his base. Also likes making a mess of you, making sure to leave his mark in a visible way.

Let's you set your own pace but always encourages you to go faster, take him deeper. 

That is, unless you've been a brat lately. Then brace yourself, and you better not throw up on his dick. 

Rather composed through it all, though he breathes heavier than normal. 

Expects you to deep-throat every time you give him a blow job after a few ‘training’ sessions.

Robin

So, Robin isn’t completely naive. He just really didn’t know what to expect. 

Nearly chokes the first time you take him down your throat. 

Regardless of confidence levels, Robin always lets you dictate how things go when you're deep-throating him. That said, if you tell him to take the lead, he will. Still, he goes slowly.

More vocal than he usually is.

Not one to request you deep-throat him often, honestly. 

Doesn’t like if you gag, often stopping to ask if you’re okay. Something about seeing your face a mess after deep-throating him does make him feel all fluttery, though. 

Doesn’t mind where he cums, though somewhat prefers cumming down your throat.

Sydney

Pure

Oh my god, he didn’t actually know what deep-throating was.

He knew about blow jobs in a very loose sense. 

Whines the first time he’s in your throat, hips twitching forward before he stops himself. 

Desperately wants to cum in your throat. Feels like that's the only place he should ever cum, really. 

Gets worried if you gag, not partial to making a mess.

Always lets you set the pace. 

Corrupt

Is aware of what deep-throating is and asks if you wanna try it out.

Also whines the first time you take him in your throat, but he’s also laughing a little, excited.

Wants to cum everywhere: down your throat, across your face, on your chest, in your hand. As long as it’s on or in you. 

Also gets worried if you gag, but likes the mess. Hopes he’s just as much of a mess as you with drool and cum on your chin.

Might lose himself and fuck your throat.

Whitney

Whitney is a big fan of blow jobs. He's made you deep-throat him before and he’ll do it again.

Doesn’t always want to be deep-throated, honestly. 

But, when he does, you’ll find out when he’s got your knows mashed against his pubic bone and his cock lodged snuggly in your throat.

Might actually take the time to throat train you, a lazy day away from all his friends where you spend your time kneeling on a soft pillow between his legs while he smokes and he mutters about having your slutty throat trained properly.

Otherwise, he just, doesn’t give a fuck for your comfort. Likes hearing you gag, loves your face covered in drool and cum. Adores if you cry, especially if you wear makeup. 

Just as loud and vulgar as always, with maybe the occasional ‘good slut’ murmured under his breath for only you to hear when at high love. 

Wren

Wren knows what deep-throating is. He knows. The thing is, he already becomes something of a mess when given head. Deep throat him? Yeah, he’s gone.

Breathless laughter and little whines, cheeks dusted a light pink. Rarely gets like that and definitely not in front of his friends. 

Likes the mess and the gagging, just so he knows he's not the only one affected by all this.

Usually lets you set your own pace but sometimes fucks into your throat without thinking. 

Cums where you dictate but he prefers to paint your face. Again, likes making a mess of you, especially when he’s falling to pieces in your mouth like this. 

Kisses you afterward. 

[bosinclairsgff]

Could you please write a NSFW about Dale and Ruth fucking in the first month of living together?

You are wild but I appreciate it. In fact it’s always welcome on my page. Also idk if this was what you were looking for if you wanted more smut shoot me another request and I’ll write a super dirty one ;)

warnings: NSFW

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Ruth and Dale had been living together for about a month now. At first Ruth absolutely hated him. She couldn’t even stand to look at him. He was a bad man who made her become a bad woman. Slowly though a relationship started to form between the two of them. She’d make dinner and leave him a plate at the top of the steps. Then it wasn’t only dinner but breakfast and lunch too. He showed his appreciation through little notes he’d leave with the dirty plate. Always in some weird code but she knew it was his way of saying thanks. Raising Lee wasn’t always easy and sometimes she needed someone to talk to. That’s when her visits downstairs started. At first she made some excuse like she was looking for something she might have left down there. But she’d linger, watching him make dolls or clean up some mess he made. Dale is such an awkward man he’d just breathe loudly and nod his head maybe breathing out a “thanks” now and then. One late night she couldn’t sleep and neither could he. He doesn’t usually sleep much but he just couldn’t focus on anything either. Not her first thought but she decided to go downstairs to see him. He was in his pajamas, she was in her nightgown and robe. It was silent between them for a moment. They just watched each other, neither of them making the first move. But then she did. He was lying down on his mattress, back against the cold hard wall, legs straight out. Even a book tossed to the side, he must not have been very into whatever he was reading. Ruth made her way to the mattress. He was still, his breathing loud and heavy. She hovered over him before straddling her legs over his hips. Dale’s breath gets caught in his throat but he doesn’t stop her. She can feel him getting hard. Slowly, she unties his pants, watching his face for a hint of uncertainty. She doesn’t find any. His eyes are half open and his breathing is fast and loud. Pulling his pants down, revealing his hard cock. It was bigger than she was expecting, letting out a small gasp. Dale chuckles slightly. Pre cum was leaking everywhere. Ruth sits up on her knees pulling her underwear to the side then slowly letting him fill her up. She whines because it stretches her out so much. He whimpers and hold onto her hips. Dale doesn’t help at all just simply lets his hands rest on her hips. Ruth slowly sits herself all the way down, moaning as she bottoms out. Dales a whimpering, whining mess. Bucking his hip upward trying to get her to move. So she gives him what he wants. Slowly rising herself up then crashing back down. That almost makes Dale cum, just that little act. Ruth picks up her pace, moving up and down finding a rhythm that makes both of them happy. Dales fingers dig into her hips, she lets out a small yelp. He whines at the sound she made. Slowly turning into a mumbling, whining mess he tries to hold out longer. But he can’t, cumming deep inside her. She holds onto his shoulders as she does the same. For a moment they sit in silence, Dales breathing being the only thing they hear. Ruth gets up and leaves. Not a word being shared between the two.

[sanjoongie]

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: ℂ𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘

🥀Pairing: Husband! Yeosang x Reader (f) x Android! Jongho

🥀Genre: Smut

🥀Rating: 18+, Minors Do not Interact 

🥀Au: cyberpunk au, sci fi au, android au

🥀Trope: established relationship

🥀Summary: not every couple purchases an android just for the purpose of cuckolding your husband, but it was well worth it's weight in crypto credits

🥀Kinks: cuckolding, penetrative sex with no barrier, dom! jongho, sub! reader, cuck! yeosang, cum eating, felching, degradation, cock ring, oral (m)

🥀Word Count: 1,233

🥀Betas: @downtoamagicalland @mejuii

🥀Day Twenty Sex: Tentacles 🥀Mini Masterlist 🥀Day Twenty Eight: Predator/Prey & Strength

The situation is delicate to balance but somehow it always seems to work itself out. Currently, Jongho has his hands full of with you two, literally: while Jongho has your ass bouncing against his pelvis, hand loosely wrapped around your throat to hold you upwards, he’s got his other hand on Yeosang’s sharp jawline, keeping his head in place as well. All this taking place while you and Yeosang sat on your couch and Jongho stood in front of it.

“Look at how well she takes me, Yeosang,” Jongho purred. “Her wetness is dripping down my balls and onto the floor.”

Yeosang whimpered, hips bucking into the air for some stimulation. Jongho clucked his tongue. “Now now, Yeosang, there will be none of that this evening.”

“Jo-Jongho,” You stuttered, fingers following the lines of light that were currently lit up along his arms, like the android’s optic lines mimic veins. “Ca-an I come?”

Jongho’s lips brushed your ear and you shivered. “I dunno, pretty, can you?”

Your eyes went to Yeosang. Your husband’s long hair was pushed back behind his ears and he was whining an awful lot. “Yeo,” You paused to swallow and bring more moisture to your mouth, “Yeosangie.”

Yeosang’s cheeks jerked with every thrust Jongho pounded into you with. “Love?” Yeosang whimpered back.

“He feels so good,” You said to your husband, “His thrusts are so powerful. And he stretches me out so good.”

Jongho chuckled darkly. “Do you hear that, cuck? Hear how well your wife thinks I fuck her? Tell him how much he doesn’t stretch you out, pretty.”

You moaned lustily. “Yeosang can’t stretch me out like you can, Jongho. Never.”

Jongho hummed in happiness. “Such a whore for my cock. Once you fuck the perfect lover, how could Yeosang ever satisfy you, hmmm?”

“He can’t, he can’t,” You chanted, desperate to come. “That’s why you have to fuck me, Jongho. You’ve ruined me for my husband's dick.”

Yeosang was a whimpering mess. He slowly undid his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He didn’t rub one out, he wasn’t allowed. But he had to show just how badly he was enjoying this. Yeosang’s cock was red and angry and dripping so much precum. The cock ring holding his cock and his balls would ensure that he did not come as well. Yeosang was well and truly cuckolded and the both of you wouldn’t prefer it any other way. 

Jongho gripped the back of Yeosang’s head roughly, and brought your husband’s head to eye level where Jongho’s cock kept disappearing into your cunt. “This is what it looks like to fuck your wife right, Yeosang. Do you see how wet she is for me? How her cunt clenches around me every time I thrust inside of her? She fucking loves this cock you purchased for her.”

Yeosang licked his lips, he couldn't help it. He was so close to the cunt he loved. But Jongho wasn’t about to let him have anything. “If you want to taste her, you’ll have to lick the cum that’s on the floor, cuck.”

Yeosang dropped to the floor and diligently licked where your wetness had pooled on hardwood. The whimpering, eager noises Yeosang was making made you groan. He was so desperate for you, the fact that he would resort to that?...

You felt your skin goosebump and you cried out as your climax hit you. Jongho continued to fuck you through your orgasm, ensuring that more of your cum spilled out from you and onto the floor. “Jong--jongho, too much!” You tapped on his arm and he slowed to a stop but remained inside of you. 

Yeosang looked up at you and Jongho, eyes shining with happiness. He stuck his tongue out to show he had licked and swallowed all your cum. He truly was the best husband.

“Pretty?” Jongho wound his arms around you and hugged the air out of you.

“Mmmm,” You contemplated the unspoken question. “Yeosang? How do you feel?”

“More please!” Yeosang said cutely, even though he had just finished licking the floor of your cum and his cock was still raging out of his pants.

The three of you moved to the bedroom made up for all your kinky playing. Yeosang laid down on his back, his hair fanning faintly around his head, like a halo. Jongho instructed you to hover over your husband on your hands and knees, but your head was where Yeosang’s pelvis was and Yeosang’s head had a perfect view of your cunt. You had to fight the urge not to sit on Yeosang’s face. 

Jongho was feeling particularly nasty though, you thought. His next set of instructions were to swirl your tongue around the head of Yeosang’s cock but you weren’t allowed to stimulate anything else. Yeosang’s torturous moans must have been like music to Jongho’s ears, because he was once again behind you, hands on hips, fucking you. 

Except Jongho wasn’t pounding into you this time. He was slowly pushing into you and pulling out completely, rubbing his head against your folds and then pushing back in. Jongho was playing with every part of your pussy and it had you moaning around the head of Yeosang’s cock.

“If he comes before you do, he has to eat my cum out of your cunt,” Jongho grunted.

“Jongho, that’s not fair!” You protested on your husband's behalf. “Even with the cockring on, you know he’s always quick to come.”

Yeosang moaned under you. “I can do it!” 

“Hush, Yeosang, you can’t,” You hissed.

You decided you wanted that scenario more than you needed to breathe so you started to take Yeosang deep in your mouth. Yeosang bucked into your mouth, the feel of the wet warmth too much for him and he came immediately.

Jongho sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t with you two.”

Jongho spread your ass cheeks, with your ass in the air, he fucked you to completion, filling you with the pretty pink, bubblegum flavored cum that came as a custom order for your special android. Yeosang wriggled out from under you, and under Jongho’s watchful eye, he sucked all the cum out of you. You came from the feeling of Yeosang’s tongue probing you for all the cum. 

You collapsed heavily on the bed but only made it easy for Jongho to manhandle you onto your back. “Feed it to her, Yeosang. Feed my yummy cum to your wife. Make her full of your cum and mine.”

Yeosang was now the one on his hands and knees, hovering over you. He slanted his lips over yours and fed Jongho’s cum into your mouth. You took everything your husband gave you but also took the time to thoroughly kiss Yeosang. Yeosang was pink with pleasure and you were happy your husband was happy. 

Jongho sat on his haunches, watching his owners with a dark gaze. “Can I have a request?”

You and Yeosang exchanged a look. It was rare for Jongho to ask for anything for himself. “ ‘course, bear, anything,” You said.

Jongho looked shy as he said, “When you two make love tomorrow morning, can I watch? I want to see what it looks like when two people that love each other have sex.”

Yeosang squeezed your hand and that was all the answer you needed. “You only had to ask, Jongho.”

thank you @daesukiii for making me obsessed with felching

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