#barely force sensitive lol

[im-yotsu]

What am I supposed to do with you?

[soundwavefucker69]

got told on tiktok that i was gatekeeping for pointing out that dudebros acting like Leia surviving in space was brand new information that had never happened before in canon, and that you shouldn't act like experts when you don't even know about the force unleashed. i'm not gatekeeping. i'm kicking you out of the fandom. you, the dudebros, are adam and eve, and i, better, more intelligent, the spokesman of the gays, am the angel at the garden of eden. i'm in charge now and you annoyed me.

[rafesangelita]

[🍩] soft!dom!rafe x breeding kink x corruption kink😜😜 with hella dirty talk😫

warnings: bambi!reader, innocent!reader, established relationship, making out, heavy petting, pussy slapping, oral (f. receiving), rafe is messyyyyy lol, unprotected sex, rough sex, crying, blood (very little, it’s from a bite lol), breeding, multiple orgasms, rafe slaps you just once, corruption kink, lots of dirty talk, first time, loss of virginity, fingering, finger sucking, hair pulling, slapping, soft aftercare, brief mentions of having kids

a/n: i think i got really carried away with this but breeding kink with bambi was something i wanted to write but was unsure of how to start it lol so thank you so much for this request 🤍

rafe was in heaven right now and he wasn’t even inside of you yet. he kissed you gently, the feeling of your fingers stroking his face while he caged you between his arms was everything he didn’t know he needed. “you show up in this pretty little dress of yours, did you have this planned?” you gasped when you felt his hand snake under the soft material of your dress, his touch skimming over the waistband of your underwear. “no. ‘just wanted to look pretty for you..” you whispered, those doe eyes of yours beaming up at the man on top of you. “you do. you look perfect.” rafe sighed.

slipping his tongue in your mouth, your eyebrows drew together as you couldn’t help but move your hips against the thigh he had between your legs. rafe looked down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he watched you rut against him. “does that feel good?” he hiked your dress up, wanting a better view of your clothed cunt. you hummed, your skin flushing as rafe concentrated on the way you moved underneath him. hands roaming your body, there wasn’t an inch of you that went untouched. slipping your dress off, rafe marveled at the sight of your bare chest.

despite you two being together for a while, the furthest you two had ever gotten was making out and a little groping here and there, but that was it. rafe had no problem waiting until you were ready to go there. you shivered, the chilly air of rafe’s room making your nipples harden right before his eyes. “fuck, bambi..” he cupped one of your tits, a whimper leaving your lips when he leaned down and took the other in his mouth. “are you okay if i do this?” you glanced down at his hand moving your underwear to the side. meeting his eyes, you nodded. “please.”

rafe watched your face morph into one of full blown pleasure when he gathered the wetness at your entrance and glided the tips of his fingers to your clit. “you’re soaked.” he laughed, making you turn your head away from him out of shyness. grabbing your chin, rafe squeezed your cheeks together and forced you to look at him as his fingers started working your sensitive bundle of nerves. you were instantly trying to draw away from his digits, the motions being far too much for you at once. “shhh, don’t run from it,” he licked a stripe up the column of your throat, “let me watch you.” he smiled teasingly.

you smiled back, only for it to be wiped from your face when he slapped your folds, the sensation making you jolt. despite it stinging for a quick second, you started chasing his hand for more. “you want another one?” he slapped you again, this time making your thighs shake, “my little whore likes that, huh?” you were surprised at the name calling, but even more suprised when you found out you liked it. “talk to me, baby. tell me what you want..” his lips ghosted over yours. rafe had gotten you so wet, you could hear your slick with each stroke of his fingers. “wanna go all the way with you, ray..”

rafe swore he could hear the angels singing. he’s been waiting, anticipating for this day to come. “yeah?” he kissed you, slotting himself between your thighs before pulling away from your cunt. “yes. ‘want you so bad!” you whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. you watched him pop his fingers in his mouth, sucking the remnants of you off of his digits. oh, god. pulling him close, you kissed him deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue. taking your underwears off in one swift movement, you palmed rafe in his shorts, your eyes widening when you felt how large he was in your hand.

“you’ll be fine, baby. i’m gonna take such good care of you..” in rafe’s mind, you had already did this before, but the look on your face was starting to make him think otherwise. his suspicions were confirmed when you looked up at him with watery eyes. “is it going to hurt?” you whimpered, his erection resting heavily on your tummy. rafe studied you for a moment. “you’ve never had sex before?” you shook your head, biting your lip nervously. rafe felt so wrong for being so turned on at the revelation. “have you ever touched yourself?” rafe was on the brink of losing his mind. “no..”

that was it. this man was going to ruin you. “i’m sorry, it’s embarrassing.” you pouted, looking away from him. embarrassing? rafe felt like he could cum right then and there. “that’s not embarrassing at all, baby.” he reassured you, moving away any stray hairs you might’ve had in your face. “you know what that means? that means i get to turn you into my own personal little slut.” his words made butterflies flutter in your stomach. rafe unbuckled his belt, his shorts and boxers now long forgotten. despite being horny out of his mind, rafe still checked to make sure you were okay.

“are you sure about this, bambi?” you watched as he snaked down your body, hooking your thighs to his shoulders. a shaky breath left your lips, your hands intertwining with his as he pressed kisses to your flesh. “yes, i want you-” you were cut off by rafe’s tongue delving into your sweetness. your back arched off of his mattress, your thighs threatening to snap around his head. the only word you could use to describe the noises in rafe’s room was lewd. the slurping, grunting, moaning, it was all hitting you at once that this was actually happening.

rafe was so hard already, his own fist wrapped around his cock as he sloppily lapped at your soaked pussy. he couldn’t get enough. instinctively, you couldn’t help your hips from grinding against his face, your boyfriend doing everything to make you tremble and shake in pure bliss. you freed one of your hands from his grip and trailed it up your chest, squeezing your tit while rafe groaned at the sight. “i haven’t even put any fingers in you, baby, you’re going to be a mess by the time i actually fuck you.” you cried out when he sucked your clit, his middle finger prodding at your entrance.

gasping at the intrusion, rafe shushed you as you whimpered at the unfamiliar stretch. “how are we doing, sweetheart?” he looked up at you, cursing under his breath. you were so fucking tight, he could only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around his cock. “..hurts a little.” you took a breath, moaning when he curled his digit. “it’ll feel good soon, i promise baby. ‘gonna make you cum so fucking much.” he continued working on your clit, the added stimulation making your eyes screw shut. rafe waited until you were gasping his name before entering a second finger.

you practically screamed, your hands shooting down to dig your nails into his skin. “rafe, i think i’m!-” you froze, your eyes rolling back as you felt a wave of euphoria wash over you. it was unlike anything you had ever felt before. suddenly you couldn’t breathe, your mouth falling open in a silent moan before your legs started to shake. rafe knew you were cumming and it only made him go rougher on you, wanting your first orgasm to be unforgettable. inserting a third finger, your eyes shot open as you thrashed against his sheets, your body trying to retract from him.

“r-rafe, s’too much! i can’t!” your words came out choppy with each breath you tried to take, your boyfriend eventually bringing you down from your high. you had tears rolling down your cheeks, your entire body feeling like jelly as rafe came up from between your thighs. the lower half of his face, and even the tip of his nose, was glistening with your slick. rafe had given you a taste of something you soon felt like you couldn’t get enough of. rafe grabbed a handful of your hair, forcing you to look down where he lined his cock up with your entrance.

you met each other’s eyes, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding, before he slammed into you, both of you having two different reactions. while rafe doubled over, absolutely enthralled by how tight you were, you were crying, your nails leaving crescents in rafe’s side. you were only able to take half of his length, but rafe was determined to give you the whole thing by the time he was done. while the feeling wasn’t exactly painful, you just felt so full. rafe took your lips in a searing kiss, pulling out before thrusting into you again. “you feel so fucking good, you know that?” he praised you.

rafe started thrusting into you until any sense of discomfort melted away. “oh my god, look at you taking me so fucking well..” rafe whispered against your skin, littering your neck and chest with kisses. wrapping your arms around his neck, you didn’t hold back from moaning underneath him. “rafe go faster, please!” your boyfriend smiled, pulling away momentarily to see that dark look in your eyes. “whatever you want, baby.” you cried out when his hips slammed into your own, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “oh, rafe..” you shuddered, now that you were filled to the brim.

“you’re so perfect, you want this dick everyday?” you nodded frantically, not seeing how you could go without it now. “yeah? i bet you do..” he laughed, “‘been wanting to corrupt you since i got you, baby. your sweet little innocent eyes looking up at me when i would rub you through your panties, you have no idea how bad i wanted to get you naked and fuck you until you were crying for me to stop.” he slapped your cheek, a gasp leaving your lips at the action. “look at you now, you’re gonna be begging for this all the time.. ‘might just fuck a baby into you, huh?” you whimpered at his words.

“i want that.” you panted, his pubic bone slamming down on your clit with each thrust. “yeah? you want me to fill you up? get you all pretty and pregnant?” god, what was happening to you? “yes, ray! i want it so bad, ‘want your babies!” now it was rafe’s turn to get hysterical, the idea of you growing round with his seed turned him on beyond belief. “fuck!” he grunted, “oh, i wanna see that so bad, ‘want you walking around tanneyhill with your tummy full. everyone will know what we did.. what you let me do to you.” rafe didn’t care if it was the heat of the moment making you two talk like this, he just knew that you were it for him.

“how about i breed you right now, bambi? you want that?” he hoped you’d say yes, considering he wasn’t going to last very long. when he felt you wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in, he nearly lost it by how turned on he was that you wanted the same thing. “please give it to me!” you cried, your boyfriend pulling you into his chest where he embraced you, making you unable to move away from him. you buried your face in his neck, biting down on his flesh as his hips stuttered, shooting hot, thick ropes of cum inside of you. you relished in the feeling, your walls milking him for all that he had.

“son of a- fuck! you’re squeezing me so fucking hard.” he shivered, the feeling of you gripping him from the base was undeniably the best thing he’s ever felt. reaching down, rafe rubbed hard circles on your clit until you came around him, only making you spasm even more. after you had raked your nails down his torso, and drew blood from biting him so hard, rafe had pulled out of you with a hiss, not a single drop of cum dribbling out. you had taken it all. “holy shit, are you okay, babe?” you looked spent. droopy eyes, swollen lips, tear stained cheeks, rafe thought you couldn’t get any more prettier than this.

you spotted the bite mark on his neck. “ray, you’re bleeding..” you attempted to sit up but failed pathetically when your arms gave out from under you. “s’okay.. stay right here, i’ll be right back.” you were dazed, your vision hazy as rafe went to grab a cold towel. when he came back, the blood from the curve of his neck was gone and he wrapped you in his sheets. dabbing the towel on your forhead, you suppressed a giggle at his ministrations. “i’m okay, rafe.” you pecked his cheek, grabbing his arm so he could spoon you. pressing a kiss to your temple, he massaged soothing circles into your side.

“you were so good for me, baby..” he whispered, his words making your heart flutter in your chest. “you promise i wasn’t some amateur?” rafe shushed you, a laugh tumbling from his mouth. “no way, you were great. i don’t know how we’re gonna get through a day without ravaging each other.” you hummed, already daydreaming about the next time. “did you mean what you said earlier? about wanting a baby?” rafe turned you around so you were face to face. you trailed a finger down his jaw. “well, i’ve always wanted kids..” you smiled. “with me though?” rafe’s eyes softened when you nodded.

“with only you..”

[satoruhour]

You and Gojo making out around Suguru’s dick. 🙏

TWICE THE TROUBLE !

a/n: sorry i took so long to get to this anon i hope this finds its way back to you <3

warnings: poly!stsg, dom!geto, sorta sub!gojo, fem!reader, oral (f and m receiving), masturbation, suguru watches for a while, multiple rounds, use of ‘slut’, cum eating, cum shot, filthy and dirty as hell lol, n*sfw under the cut

it’s no secret that geto absolutely adored the both of you — whether it be looking at you bickering over whether maple syrup or honey is better for pancakes, or when he’s watching the two of you deep in slumber after getting out to get groceries at dawn to beat the morning crowd. it’s hardly different any other time, too much deep in adoration for his two babies that even fights are done with calculated voices and soft apologies.

and even now — watching how satoru whines for attention from the both of you, pulling gently at your nape to separate your lips from geto. you can feel the latter throb under you when gojo leaps forward to kiss you while you’re still in the other’s lap, feeling his hand leave your waist to trace the line down satoru’s back and right to his ass.

“sugu—” you hear against your lips, moaning something akin to your name after when your hands pull at satoru’s white hair shortly after, “n-need both of you . .”

“patience, satoru,” geto practically purrs, purposely humping his hips up into your cunt that you whine softly, too, grinning at how he’s always got the two of you at his beck and call. he runs the show indefinitely, and you’re both fine with it, heart fluttering when he asks for a favour.

“can you eat her out, baby?” he pleads with gojo, not before leaving you with a sweet kiss that leaves you wanting more and gently detaches himself from you, “let me watch my two pretty lovers, hm?”

you giggle a little at gojo’s eagerness when he nods and takes his place in front of you instead, rushing into a kiss that has you clashing teeth and groaning in pain, but with a small sorry from gojo and kisses down your neck, you’re forgiving him instantly when he finally peels off your soaked panties, groaning to himself at just how wet you were.

at the corner of your eye, you can see suguru stripping himself of his own underwear, stroking slowly at how gojo forces your sensitive legs open to lick a slow stripe up your cunt.

“’toru—” you shut your eyes tight, head tipped back as you put all your weight into your elbows, body naturally crawling away from the other’s skilled tongue from the intensity but satoru takes his time with you, easing you into the pleasure with how slowly he tugs you back to him.

“relax, princess . .” he mumbles, feeling himself get hard just from hearing geto’s hand along his cock, and now, at how he gets to eat your pretty pussy, “let me in, yeah?”

you moan softly just as he sucks on your clit, one hand reaching for his hair and the other for geto’s hand, him barely catching you just as you dig your nails into his forearm, dominant hand stuttering at little at the minor pain. gojo mutters praises into your cunt, slurping up your juices like it’s the very first time he’s eating you out.

“satoru— s’too much—” you writhe within the sheets, rendered warm from the morning sun that filters in and you can already feel your back start to line with sweat at the ecstasy, your boyfriend never stopping his relentless tongue flicking and sucking at your bud.

your other boyfriend watches in amusement and fondness at the two of you; the drop of your mouth and the twitches in your leg, to the subtle humping of satoru’s hips and his downturned eyebrows. satoru is just lost in your pre, making sure every bit of it isn’t lost to the silk sheets that he so impulsively bought for the both of you.

you gasp when your knees are pushed to your chest, left immobilised under gojo’s hand as he loses himself in your folds, tracing his tongue down your slit and right to your hole.

he makes sure to give you what you want when you only pull him more desperately into your core with moans that reach the moon. you’re grateful that at least suguru squeezes and twines his fingers with yours, watching with that damned smile on his face at your falling apart.

“’toru, sugu, i-it’s— i’m c—”

geto laughs, “so fast, doll?”

you burn at the small teasing remark, clenching around satoru’s tongue at the same time and he groans, nudging his nose deeper into your clit. with small jerks in your body and long whines that turn into short pants, they both know you’re close. the other speeds his hand up as well, following gojo’s noisy, sloppy licks along your pussy.

“pussy so sweet, suguru, hope ya can taste her later,” his muffled speech gets the other chuckling, even more so when they see their pretty baby all ruined over their sheets, their groans mixing in with your garbled speech, just whimpering and mumbling any word your foggy brain can think about at the moment.

“yeah? lookin’ forward to it, then.” geto struggles through gritted teeth at the feel of his hand — it would never compare to the both of you, but it’s all he can manage. he did say he wanted to watch and he’s enjoying gojo’s hips humping the sheets now as he focuses on your puffy, sensitive clit.

“she close, ’toru?” gojo’s affirmative moan sends vibrations up your body, sending you into overdrive when geto leans down to meet your lips, releasing your hand to your chin gently to steal your breath. it’s rough, drool dripping from the messiness of it and the other willingly swallows your sounds, tipping over the edge just as satoru lays his tongue flat along your cunt.

“mm fuckkk—, s-shit, satoru—!” you cry into suguru’s skin, wrapping fingers around his wrist for some anchor as you gush all over your other lover’s mouth, coating his face with cum. geto’s lips part as he watches the both of you, filling his ears with your high-pitched mewls against satoru’s deeper moans that he spills with your names on his lips, filling his hand with his cum.

but the dark-haired man isn’t done, oh, no, and you both sure as hell aren’t either with the way you don’t hesitate to bring his other hand to your lips to clean it, scooping all of his cum onto your tongue.

“dirty slut,” he whispers, relishing in how you start to suck on his fingers. and then he’s blessed with the both of you tugging on his arms so he’d be on the edge of the bed, seemingly an arrangement you two agreed on. it’s obvious that you two definitely had a little talk about this when he switches between both you and satoru kneeling on the ground, tongues out and waiting.

“oh . . darlings,” geto coos, stroking his cock lazily. you’re the first to wrap your lips around his tip, suckling as he shivers at your warm mouth. but it’s not long until you’re taking it out and bringing gojo’s head closer, slapping geto’s sensitive cock on the other’s tongue. the scene sends immediate thrills down to your core, pulsating and throbbing under you.

suguru groans at the sight, his two pretty lovers using him however which way; gojo bobs his head along his boyfriend’s cock, pressing his tongue against the base of his shaft while you aid him momentarily with a hand to his nape. your hands never forget his balls, squeezing and playing with them while satoru sucks him off — and then it switches again.

this little game continues on for a while, gurgling noises and wanton moans filling the room every time his cock enters one of your mouths.

it’s so different, too — you like to have saliva dripping everywhere, a sloppy blowjob with his tip touching the back of your throat and your nose buried in his pubes. satoru likes consistency, stroking the parts he can’t reach and bobbing his head obediently and making sure he looks up at him with those blue, blue eyes of his.

“oh, baby, baby, shiiit . .” suguru groans out, hands clutching the sheets so tightly it might cramp, until you’re both squishing your faces together, each getting a share of his tip that’s leaking the remnants of the previous round. 

“t-that’s so hot, fuckin’ hell,” he swears when you two start to make out around his cock, equal part of lips on each other and his length that he gets twice the pleasure and the blessing of the two of you. geto slips both his hands into your hair, cradling your heads as you two slurp and suck and slobber over his throbbing dick, moaning into each other’s mouth.

there’s strings of cum that connect you both to geto, translucent white all over your lips and hands that only adds to the obscenity, your hand coming up to help stroke his cock.

satoru follows suit, larger hand engulfing yours and looking up at him through white eyelashes again, smiling to himself when he hears geto’s choked up words. he’s so hard it hurts, the mere grinding against the sheets doing nothing for him so he moves a hand between his legs, letting out soft pants.

“i’m gonna— c-cum . .” it’s even a wonder he’s held out this long, and you add fuel to the fire when you speed up your hand along his shaft, catching the glint in satoru’s eye with a giggle and sharing in the honour of being able to have geto suguru at your mercy.

your mind is muddled, the mixture of suguru’s previous load and satoru’s strawberry scented lip gloss sending you into a frenzy. under your lips, you can feel the dark-haired man twitch, you can feel gojo’s soft lips, it’s almost too much when the latter whines into your mouth. geto interrupts; “i’m g’nna give both of you my cum— haah . . ”

you’re both off him when you hear that, pleading with two sets of eyes and with outstretched tongues while your hands never stop their assault. gojo makes use of his pretty ceruleans while there’s multiple “please’s” falling from your throat, ears flooded with the wet shlick’s of your hands.

“oh my g—god . .” geto’s hands are so tight around your hair it borderline hurts, just hunching over the both of you with his eyes fighting to stay open, “fuck— i’m c-cumming—”

his pupils are blown wide when he sprays his cum over both your faces, spurting his seed all over your tongues and cheeks. the room fills with your moans at the feeling, with hand making sure you’re milking his cock for what it’s worth. suguru’s lips contain variations of your names alongside profanities, thighs shaking under him as whines escape him.

“aw, the both of you—” geto hums, fingers releasing your hair to hold your cheeks and he wished his hands weren’t so gross and sticky so he could at least make you two pose for his camera, but his jaw drops when you both turn to each other to have your lips meet again, mouth gaping as he watches his semen drip everywhere and your tongue against satoru’s — a scene of pure filthiness.

“j-just know how to treat me . .” suguru watches, dumbfounded as gojo licks his cum off your face and vice versa, before you both turn to him with grins that remind him why he likes to take the reins in the bedroom.

“and now, i’ll treat the both of you . . how’s that sound, darlings?”

[sturnioz]

‘BACK ARCHED LIKE A CAT’ — MATTHEW STURNIOLO

pairing. matthew sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut

word count. 1k

❝you look so pretty bent over for me like this, you know that?❞

content warnings. explicit content, kitchen sex with matt, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, oral (female receiving), cum eating, dirty talk.

(edit)authors note. i tried to add the taglist to this, but unfortunately it glitched when i posted it and wouldnt tag correctly so i have given up lol. sorry abt that.

You’re gasping for breath, whiny moans fleeting past your lips as your fingernails scrape across the kitchen counter in attempt to grasp onto something to keep you stable, knowing that you would definitely fall to the ground if it wasn’t for Matt’s tight hold on your waist, his hips pistoning into yours at a speed that has your body shaking from the force.

The tears build in your eyes as Matt’s hand slides down to the bottom of your spine, pressing down to arch your back further into him which allows him to hit deeper places inside of you, causing your toes to curl as a cry rips from the back of your throat.

Matt’s chest vibrates with a low grunt with each thrust of his hips, and he leans over your body to mouth at the bare skin of your shoulder blade where the strap of your tank top had slipped down during the fun, and his teeth nips around the area.

Your cheek presses to the cold countertop, panting heavily against the marble tiling as Matt abuses your pussy, and his hand curls around your front to dip between your thighs, his nimble fingers rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

Your thighs squeeze around his hand with a loud wail, and you hear Matt chuckle lowly next to your ear, clearly enjoying how you’re reacting to him. The tip of his tongue traces the shell of your ear as he feels your body tremble and your cunt clench around his cock, eliciting a deep moan from him.

“Yeah? You like that?” Matt questions you with a taunting hum. “I can feel your pussy squeezing around me, sweetheart… you really like getting fucked like this? In the kitchen where we eat? Where anyone could just walk out and see you spread open for me?” He laughs when he sees you nod your head frantically. “Fuuuck. I love it s’much—love it when you’re like this, taking my cock so fucking well. That’s it, sweetheart.”

“Ma—tt.” You hiccup through salty tears, drool slipping from the corner of your lips as your body jolts with each movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the kitchen.

He’s giggling behind you now, and his hands roughly grip your ass, hissing between his teeth as he sends a few harsh slaps to your skin. It was your mind whirling.

“You look so pretty bent over for me like this, you know that? So, so pretty—fuck—you’re so wet too.” Matt babbles as he pounds his cock into your pussy, feeling your walls spasm around him. 

You’re crying now, a blubbering mess of tears and drool at the pleasure and the euphoria that buzzes through your veins, and a shrill shoots down your spine when Matt slaps your ass once again.

“I—shit, oh my god—Matt…Matty, m’gonna cum—” You cut yourself off with a gasp, accidentally knocking the dishes on the drying rack as you try to reach for something to keep yourself grounded, the pleasure in the pit of your belly tightening. “Fuck!”

“Hm, yeah? You gonna cum f’me?” Matt asks you and you immediately respond with a pathetic nod of your head. He grins at that, “I’m gonna cum too… Can I cum inside? Fill this pussy right up? Do you want that, sweetheart?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” You plead repeatedly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Fill me up, Matt. Make me yours.”

“You silly, silly girl…” Matt chuckles as he leans over your body once more, pressing his lips to the back of your neck as he whispers, “You’re already mine.”

Those three words—so fucking simple—were enough to have you coming undone with a loud cry, cumming over his cock that fucks you through it, and he praises you lovingly as his hands stroke down your back.

But the sloppiness of his thrusts is enough for you to know what’s about to happen next and you welcome it immediately, gasping as he fills you up with his cum, shivering as you feel it leak and drip down your thighs. 

Your legs shake as Matt slowly pulls out of you, but he gives you no time to react as he’s already spinning you around to facing him, pressing his mouth to yours in a sloppy, heated kiss. His palms lay flat on your cheeks, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you to him as his tongue slips into your mouth. 

He grunts as your teeth grazes over his tongue, chuckling between the kiss as he feels your hands desperately fist at his shirt.

Matt takes a step back after a few moments, his smile wide as he watches you chase after his lips for another kiss, but he hooks his arms beneath your thighs to lift you up and he settles you down on the countertop behind yourself. 

You hiss as your bare ass meets the cold tiles, wincing at the slight sting it causes against your heated skin, but you quieten when you see Matt drop down to his knees in front of you, littering soft kisses around your inner thighs that he pries apart before he dives forward, shoving his tongue between your puffy folds, slurping up the mess that he had created.

His name leaves your lips in heavy pants, and you thread your fingers through his messy hair, grabbing at him needily to tug him even closer as he tastes you, his tongue lapping at your pussy with the most animalistic grunt you have ever heard rumble from his chest.

Matt’s tongue swirls around your sensitive clit, and your thighs twitch around his head as you moan, trying to arch away from his touch but the grip he has on your legs forces you to remain still and open for him, eliciting a cry from you as he drags you closer to his face, not caring if he’s driving you into oversensitivity as he’s too busy eating you out, your arousal and his cum lathering on his tongue. 

“Tastes so fucking sweet,” Matt moans in your cunt, and his eyes flit up to meet yours, his eyebrows raising cockily at you, “Always tastes so sweet f’me, don’t you?” 

© sturnioz

[skelly-words]

sneaking into a witch’s garden to steal something and her vines fertilize you 😩😩 (this sentence is crazy bruh)

wait til she finds you in the morning and fucks you with her huge dick

NSFW, Minors DNI (18+ obv)

TAGS: non-con monsterfucking, vines/plants, aphrodisiac, ovi, all holes, futanari, this is so cursed lol, also a period piece ig

WC- 1.1k

You're hungry. The kind of starving that makes you ask the grocers at the market for vegetable scraps, lift bread loaves out of unattended baskets, and hop the ten-foot cobblestone wall into your neighbor's garden.

You feel like an idiot as soon as you make it into the witch's yard. Nobody ever got away with stealing from her, yet here you were, shivering in the frigid winter twilight, inching across her frosted lawn to the brightly lit greenhouse.

The heavy glass doors barely creak and you're almost sucked in by the humid air. The empty gurgle in your gut makes you press on through the rows of plants, looking for something edible or incredible to make off with.

You search the entire greenhouse before making the mistake of sniffing at her rose bushes. They smell sweet, much less harsh and organic than a normal rose. You sniff deeply into the blossom as it pushed against your nose.

Your mind is gone after that first inhale. The careful brambles shred your clothes, letting the rags fall to the dirt while they carefully wrap around your body. The rosebuds drip with a sweet syrup. It leaks into the seam of your mouth, making you lick out to taste it, to suckle the nectar from the buds until you're drowning in it.

You've been completely pulled into the rose bushes now, so tangled in the tenacious little plant that you couldn't get out if you wanted to. You drink down whatever the bud gives you, even as the sticky liquid makes you gasp and choke. More of the buds press to the corner of your mouth, smearing the substance across your jaw and neck, some drop lower, opening their petals to suckle on your swollen nipples. You haven't noticed how heavy your breasts have gotten. The tight binding of the vines had to adjust so the hungry rosebuds could suck on your fat tits.

Milk spurts out of you as the vines squish and squeeze at your heaving chest. You can hardly breathe. Something is in the syrup, making your mind numb and skin tingle as it smears on your sensitive body. Globs of sticky nectar drip onto your clit so it twitches and throbs as a greedy bud latches onto it. Your hips buck, bumping into a bundle of slender stamen that prod at your entrance. They move with your hips to work your pussy open. The tendrils twist their way into your tight hole and slowly expand. The sucker on your clit helps your muscles relax, but the demanding stretch is too much.

You groan loudly, parting your lips to pant as the fibers pry your cunt apart. The blossom at your lips forces its way deeper, sliding over your tongue, dripping down your throat, snaking its way so deep you can't taste the sweetness of the syrup its pumping into you.

Suddenly, the stretch isn't so bad anymore and you moan, sounding more like a gurgle around the obstruction. You can feel them exploring your insides. The stamen probe at your cervix, getting as deep as possible before turning you into a proper seed bed. It slowly starts to pump you full of spawn, feeding eggs into your cunt with thick spurts of the rose nectar. Your eyes roll back as the band in your belly tightens. It snaps as the effects of the drugged plant take over. Your pussy tingles, walls clenching, squishing the eggs and juice in as you cum. Pathetic dribbles leak down your thighs as the mess sprays out of you.

Streams of milk lead from your nipples, pooling beneath each breast. You're leaking too fast for the rosebuds to suckle up. Time seems to move slow, or fast. You don't really know, counting the eggs being shoved into you instead of the minutes. At least your tummy is full now. You've been well fed by the vine lodged in your throat.

The witch finds you in the morning when she comes to garden. You're so tucked away in the vines, she would've missed you if not for the sound. You're squishing and sloshing from being so stuffed full by her naughty flora.

"Looks like my rosehips like you, they've made you into a perfect seedbed. It's kinda kismet because I've been meaning to propagate them." She grabs your hips, wrenching you halfway out of the bush to look at what the plant has done to you. "The rosehips only care about breeding, so it's left your cute little ass all empty."

Her finger swirls through your drooling folds before dipping lower and sinking into your butt. You're so tight, already squirming around one little finger. She palms her cock with her other hand as she fucks you open on her fingers. Slick drips down from your cunt to help lube up your hole. You watch her black skirt start to lift as she gets harder. Her dripping tip starts to poke from the beneath the hem as she grows. Thick semen runs from the blunt head of her horsecock. She lets it land in your cunt, left gaping by the twenty six eggs the rose has planted in you.

The witch only puts two fingers in your ass before forcing her dick in. She grunts and huffs, grip on your hips only growing tighter with each stunted thrust. You're strung out on the aphrodisiac being fed down your throat. You've been drinking it all night long, more full than you've been in months. The fat cockhead catches on your rim each time she pulls back, you clench and twitch around her, squeezing the life out of her dick.

You take it all, sucking all thirteen inches into your puckering hole. She rolls her hips against yours, mesmerized by how your your cunt twitches and tightens as she fucks you. She's so big and pent up, so it doesn’t take long for her to release, cumming deep in your guts as her balls pump her sticky spunk into you.

You hardly control your body anymore, murmuring weakly as you squirt on the witch's dick. She keeps a punishing pace and you love it. The rough drag of her throbbing cock makes your muscles tense and squeeze. She tugs the bud away from your left tit, leaning down to suck on your abused nipple.

"Your milk's sweet. Taste it." She suckles from you again and spits it between your lips, already left open by the vine, but you can taste the milk as it hits your tongue. It's so good, you're almost jealous she gets to drink it. She mouths at your breast, giving kitten licks to the liquid beading on your cute brown nubs.

You’re making such a mess of cum on her stomach as she leans over you. The overstimulation is hard to register from how hazy your mind’s become. Your clit pulses from being sucked on all night, spasming again whenever she has you at the fullest. She has your ass so stuffed it makes your eyes cross and the stamen are trying to push another egg in you. Every orgasm wrecks you, cresting tears over your cheeks as she keeps her lips pressed around your chest to nurse from you.

Not many people are stupid enough to steal from the witch anymore, and her cock gets so painfully hard when she doesn’t have a slut like you to take care of it. She takes out all of her frustration on your poor virgin ass. You’re so ruined now, only able to cum and spread your legs more because that’s all the aphrodisiac allows you to think about.

you’ve lost count of how many eggs are in your sticky cunt, always being given more and more as you adjust. Your butt is stretched so much by her swollen length that she’s trained you to take her whenever she wants. Your rim easily swallows up her fingers, tongue, or dick, sometimes dildos, whatever she felt like watching you squirt on.

The witch’s cock keeps you plugged up every morning. It's the only routine you can seem to keep track of these days. Oh well, who knows why you came here in the first place anyway?

A/n- i wrote this in one sitting (it’s noticeable)

new tentacle au idea, thoughts?

[sleepynoons]

alhaitham x afab!f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read

cw: omegaverse (alpha!alhaitham + omega!reader), heat, knotting, massive massive MASSIVE breeding kink, impregnation kink, size kink, slight sadism/masochism (more masochism if anything), mentions of pain + hurt, marking + biting, fingering, squirting, unintentional edging (receiving), allusions to dubcon + objectification (but none of it actually), slight nipple play, implied marathon sex

notes: sighs,,, idk how i ended up convincing myself to write omegaverse,,, but i really had a lot of fun with this,,, anyway, i love being an alhaitham fucker, and i love it even more when he loses it and can't be his usual put-together self. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings.

edit: 700+ notes?? y’all :((( i’m v touched and also cracking up lol omegaverse ig checks out - but tyssssm for all the love!! reminders that requests are still open (pls read my rules), and i’d love to have moots/anons!!!!

edit x2: 1,000+ notes... y'all... this is a massive milestone for me to hit - thank you so much for all the love on this lil drabble!! there's no amount of words that can describe how grateful i am, truly.

“ALHAITHAM, FASTER!”

you’re whining, sobbing, desperately begging your lover. anything will do – he can even just lie back and let you bounce up and down on his cock. but you’re only in such a frenzied, lucid state because of your heat. alhaitham, on the other hand, is a few weeks out from his next rut, which means he is able to think about what’s rationally best for you.

you’re infuriated. you need more. you need him to mount onto you, pounding and thrusting into you until you’re screaming for him to stop, and even then, he’ll continue to push you over the edge over and over again until you’re a sticky, fucked out doll. the fire in your belly is burning so passionately, and while you would say something snarky or sarcastic to rile alhaitham up, you can barely carry a thought and can only dig your fingernails into his biceps to convey your impatience.

your lover grunts at the piercing sensation and, through gritted teeth, says, “you just started your heat. rushing through it will only hurt you and lengthen your recovery process.”

you groan at his response, overtly dissatisfied and restless. alhaitham’s response is… it’s just so typical of him. he’s detail-oriented, almost scientific in the way he takes care of you. this isn’t your first heat with him, and he’s learned from prior experiences how to ensure your safety and comfort. in fact, the two of you now follow a procedure to prepare for your heat that consists of: gathering all of your favorite snacks and drinks; washing and prepping all of the pillows, clothes, and blankets you’ll need for your nest; and most importantly, figuring out a polite way of telling kaveh that he’s getting “sexiled.”

but this is overkill, you scream in your head. in missionary, alhaitham is going at a steady pace, but what he doesn’t know and can’t feel is that he’s edging you. he’s fanning the flames of your arousal yet never helping you reach the peak. he’s stimulating you at your most sensitive spots and parts, but it’s not enough for your release. he’s torturing you, and he can’t even tell.

“alhaitham,” you cry out for the nth time. “please, please, please! i can’t take it anymore! i just - i need your cock! i need to cum! please, please, i beg you, i promise you i’ll be fine! alhaitham!”

you’re breaking down into tears. by instinct, your body releases more of your scent, and somewhere beyond your crying, your lover takes a deep inhale.

while alhaitham isn’t in his rut, that doesn’t mean he can’t lose control. he hopes you know that he’s doing his best for you, that he’s holding onto the last shreds of his willpower because, if otherwise, he doesn’t know what will become of you. he’s so much bigger, stronger, sturdier than you are, towering over you in both size and strength. he can be painfully forceful, and inflicting pain upon you is the last thing he wants to do.

but you’re sobbing uncontrollably. you’re defenseless yet pleading him to take you roughly, to break in your pussy with his heavy, leaking cock. you want him to use his force to placate your insatiable heat. you need him to overpower you.

he releases a long, shuddering sigh. he attempts to rationalize, consider the potential repercussions of giving in. but he soon realizes he can’t think. your addicting, heady scent, combined with the beautiful sounds of your moans and whimpers, are rendering his mind empty.

it’s pointless. he growls, “you asked for this.”

one second you’re weeping, and the next all of the air inside you is knocked out by a sudden, harsh thrust from alhaitham. he’s going so fast and hard now, cock head brushing against your womb while his balls and knot slap against your asshole. you feel your toes curl at the feeling of being split apart, and your mouth parts to voice salacious moans.

this is what you wanted. you feel your body relax. you just have to take it, take his fat cock bullying your cunt open, take his harsh bites and teething at your nipples, take his seed until you’re filled to the brim. in your mind, all you can think is, you’re his, you’re alhaitham’s, he wants you. the omega in you croons happily, and you’re every bit as delighted as well.

alhaitham grips onto your wrists tightly as he shoves himself into your tight, sticky walls over and over again. at one point, he flips you over, commanding you to raise your ass up higher. as he holds onto your hips, he watches your ass bounce and jiggle as he pounds into you, and he wants to lick down the beautiful curve of your back. you’re doing your best to stifle your screams because somehow, your lover is reaching even deeper, and the scraping of your breasts against the bedsheets is driving you mad.

then, you feel one of alhaitham’s hands reach down, brushing against the fat of your thighs. it’s inching dangerously close to your throbbing clit, and heat rushes up to your face.

“wait, alhaitham, no –“ 

your lover pinches your yearning bud, and you scream. wetness gushing everywhere, you’re squirting and creaming, white cum staining your lover’s cock and leaking out of your pussy. your eyes roll back, and you’ve lost all ability to control your body, which is absolutely shaking as alhaitham continue to rub and flick at your clit as he tries to squeeze his knot into your fluttering hole.

“oh, archons! alhaitham! stop! no, no, it’s too much! it can’t fit!”

alhaitham, still teasing and toying with your pussy, leans over and snarls into your ear, “you were just saying you wanted more. now you can’t take it?”

you’re wailing. you feel as if you’re being ripped apart at the seams. but the thought of alhaitham’s knot is just too delicious to pass on, so you don’t complain anymore. you just accept the waves of pain and pleasure that crash over you as alhaitham finally locks his knot inside you and bites down on your neck.

your lover groans loudly, lost in his delirium as well. after a few more shallow grinds, he reaches his own high, and you feel rope after rope of his cum fill you up. alhaitham’s cum is so warm and gooey and thick that you’re drooling and slobbering over the pillows at being filled up so thoroughly – impregnated – with it.

even as he’s still cumming, alhaitham bites on the shell of your ear and commands, “keep up, because i’m not stopping anytime soon.”

you can only whimper and fist the blankets even tighter at his command, bracing yourself for the next round.

[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin clark x fem! reader

synopsis: driver, roll up the partition please! — limo sex w loml cc!

warning(s): 18+/nsfw, strap, riding, nipple sucking, clit play, cait is lit the most encouraging girlfriend. word count: 412. Author Note: the clark cravings have been SO intense, i am actually in-love with cait & she is my wife but there's barely good smut fics of her so girly had to come out of hiatus and find this in the vault #cclover4L

"Bounce on it, pretty girl," she whispered against your neck, her long fingers teasing your sensitive clit, driving you wild.

Driving you indeed is Cait's personal driver, who has rolled up the partition at Cait's discreet request. You already know that means to settle on her expansive lap, perfectly shaped and just for you.

You're straddling her, her strap buried snugly in your cunt, little dress hiked up around your waist, and her breath hot against your neck, marking you up so nobody else thinks about how hot you are and tries to get with you tonight at the event. "Too much, C—I-I—fuck..!" you gasp, faltering into her arms as Caitlin hugs you tightly, her hips thrusting into your aching cunt—filling you thoroughly.

"What’d I tell you, baby?" she breathes, thrusts growing more urgent and insistent as she leans closer, "Hm?"

"I can do anything I put my mind to," you reply with determination.

"Good girl... you fuckin' love it when I call you that, right?" she murmurs, and you nod, eager to kiss her as a thank you—Cait teaches you to always show your gratitude. She pulls away, eyes sparkling with a question. "Can you do something for me, babe?"

You nod in agreement. "Can you cum for me? Can you put your mind to that?"

You tilt your face up. "Yeah, I—I wanna give you my cum, Cait, keep fucking me," you plead breathlessly.

She clutches your waist with her big hands, pulling you down hard like a fucktoy. "Like that, princess? Wanna tell me what you're gonna do on my dick?"

Your hands clench her button-down shirt, and within seconds, it's peeled down accidentally to reveal her tits, firm and inviting. You lean forward to lick at them. "I'm gonna cum, Caity..."

"On what, baby, on what? Tell me, gorgeous, c'mon, I wanna hear it." she moans softly, her eyes focalled in on the sight of your tongue pleasing her, both of you neglecting the thought of your driver.

"O-on you—on your dick."

You gasp, and her hands slide back down to your ass, gripping it firmly as she bounces you. "Do it, then."

You do, body shuddering and moans silenced by your mouth against her tits, trembling and sucking uncontrollably. You're almost scrambling to get off her, overstimulated, but Cait is quick to pull you back down, her voice low and steady, "It's a long drive."

And subsequently, it seems it's going to be an even longer ride. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: please tell me you understood the "longer ride" LMAO, i love my cheeky lil endings i think it rly makes this blog THIS blog yk? speaking of this blog, thank you for 1.2k?! i promise u i was lit just doing this for fun i can't believe yall mfs rly care but ty anyway <33!! inbox me, message me, reply idk i like to force y'all to interact w me lol. bye!

[cherryberry-sugarandspice]

"Mommy didn't give you permission to touch yourself, now did I?"

Sugar Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: 500 follower celebration! Thank you so much lol I appreciate the love and support towards my stories!!

CW: magic sex, belly bulge, rough sex, punishment, oral, pussy slapping, overstimulation, use of mommy kink, tentacle-ish, enchanted strap, this is very smutty basically think of absolute filth, aftercare at the end

The response to your needy question is downright cruel.

No.

A simple one worded response that carries significant weight. You huff, brows furrowed, an angry gaze on the screen. Fingers tap against the screen quickly.

Please?

You wait for the other person to respond, eyes focused on the chat bubble that appeared. Your heart thumps against your chest, body exploding in heat and excitement. You expected the response you were hoping for, only to be disappointed once more.

I said no, love. You can wait.

You groan, the ache between your thighs ruthless and painful. Velvet heat leaking arousal, clit throbbing and poking out from between your glistening folds. The bundle of nerves rubs against your folds and you whimper, fighting the urge to reach down and rub yourself. You lay on the bed, naked, shaking legs spread wide open. You're desperate for relief. Huffing out breaths, face hot and body exploding with heat. Desire is brewing within you, begging for you to give to what it wants. Your fingers twitch, ready at a moment's notice to dive between your folds and pump in and out of your fluttering slit. Except you were told no.

Okay, Mommy. Come home soon.

Don't worry baby. I will. Keep that pretty cunt waiting for me.

You shut off your phone and slam it against the nightstand, rubbing your hands against your face. Your pussy sobs, practically begging for you to play with her. But you can't, because Wanda told you to wait. She'll be home soon to help bring you relief. You lay on your side, rubbing your thighs together, the friction barely there. You close your eyes, keeping your mind off your wet core, but your arm brushes against an erect nipple and it sends a shiver down your spine.

The simplest touch is enough for you to squirm, the fluttering of your leaking hole forcing you to bite back a whimper. Sensitive to the touch, gooseflesh trailing up your arms. Huffing out short breaths, chest heaving. The room is sweltering hot. Sweat coats your body. You're struggling, clearly, to focus on other things than how drenched your aching core is.

You continue to rub your thighs together, your hand massaging your breast, and you bite down on your lip, heat pooling in your stomach. Oh, how great it'll be to rub circles into your pulsing clit. To reach into the nightstand and shove a vibrator deep within yourself. Dirty thoughts fill your mind of the many things you could do to yourself. Hump a pillow. Bounce on a dildo. Perhaps run into the shower and hold the shower head against your cunt while it shoots water.

Remember, Wanda explicitly told you no. Once she gives you a firm order, that's it. No changing her mind or begging her to give in. Wanda herself is wanting to please you. She said she'll be home to take care of you. Just wait.

You're trying desperately to fight off the urge to touch yourself, but when you spread your thighs, they're cover in slick.

You sit up and spread yourself open, whimpering. You're soaking wet, clit neglected and throbbing heavily in vengeance. Heat engulfs your shivering body, sweat beading along your firey flesh. So wet. So desperate to be relieved. You trace a finger over your folds, shivering from the warm fluids that gush out of your hole from the motion.

Well...if you made yourself cum once, she won't know. It doesn't hurt to touch yourself in secret. You just need to hurry before she comes back home, which is soon.

Because if Wanda returned home during the moment you're relieving yourself, you'll be in big trouble.

You lay back and spread your legs open, slipping two fingers into yourself. They go in with ease, a wet shliiick emitting from your sopping wet cunt. Easily you're knuckle deep, gummy walls constricting around your fingers. You moan, the ache subsiding and replaced with tremendous pleasure.

This is what you needed.

The relief.

You pump your fingers in and out of your heat, back arched off the bed, raspy moans escaping your swollen lips. As you please yourself, you think about Wanda. Your sugar mommy. You picture her standing above you, grinding her pussy against yours, her head against her shoulders as her melodic, wanton moans fill the room. You pick up the pace of your fingers, thumb rubbing circles onto your clit.

"M-Mommy," you pant, picturing her hands gripping your hips in a bruising grip as she buries her thick strap deep into your cunt. The same strap that kisses your cervix, begging to enter deeper. You imagine that scenario, your pussy squirting at the thought of it. You cry out in pleasure, thinking of how hard she's pounding into your with her giant cock and how every thrust sends stars into your vision. "Oh, mommy, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Wanda is obliterating your cunt, the girthy strap rubbing against your clit. You cry out in pleasure, begging for her to show you no mercy. She pins your arms against your back and props one leg onto the mattress, drilling deeper and harder into your puffy sex. God, you need her.

While you're too busy getting yourself off, you didn't notice the flash of red appear in the room. Didn't notice Wanda, in her superhero suit, standing in the middle of the room, in front of the bed, watching in surprise at you finger fucking yourself. She shakes off the momentary shock before sauntering to the edge of the bed, hands on the bed frame, eyes on you as you finger yourself and whine 'mommy'.

She's smirking, one brow raised, wondering how much longer it'll take for you to notice she's back home. She rocks back and forth on her feet, unable to believe-yet able to-that you disobeyed her. She was eager to return home and fuck you, perhaps rewarding you for waiting patiently for her, yet here you are, being a bad girl.

Wanda eyes your two fingers buried deep in your weeping cunt, amused at how you're barely able to handle two of your own fingers when you've taken her fat cock perfectly fine. It's cute, really, and pathetic. A weak stream of cream shoots out of your cunt and she laughs airily, shaking her head.

"Poor baby, can't even get yourself to squirt properly," Wanda said with the click of her tongue.

Hearing her voice snaps you back to reality. You freeze, cunt squeezing around your fingers, and you lift your head up, wishing what you heard was your imagination. Yet there she was, standing at the foot of the bed staring at you. Her dark, heated gaze sends a shiver down your spine and you slowly pull your fingers out of yourself, gulping.

"I, um-"

"Mommy didn't give you permission to touch yourself, now did I?" she asks cooly, walking around the bed and sitting beside you. You attempt to sit up, but she places a hand on your chest and pushes you back down. "Well?"

A look of shame appears on your face and you're unable to meet her eye. "I couldn't help myself, mommy. I-I needed to relieve myself, and you said no-"

"Exactly," she said, cutting you clean off. Her playful expression melts away and she's stern, her fingers thrumming against your flushed chest. "I told you no, to wait for me, and what did you do?"

Pure hot shame burns into your cheeks now, words dying on the tip of your tongue. You stutter our your words and curse silently to yourself, hating that you're unable to speak. You're hoping she'll drop the question, except she places two fingers beneath your chin and forces you to meet her gaze, a brow raised. She's not going to repeat herself. She'll stare long enough until you break, and break you do.

"Mommy, I was so horny, I couldn't help it!" you defend yourself, and you're able to hear how pathetic you sound. You should be embarrassed by yourself, yet you continue to plead your case instead of apologizing for disobeying. "You were out at work and I needed to feel good and-"

"Baby, I didn't ask for excuses," she chides, standing up. She places her hands on her hips, eyeing your naked body. Her intense gaze sends goosebumps up your arms and you whimper involuntarily, pussy letting out a gush of fluids. Her silky curly hair brushes against the sides of her face while she shakes her head, clicking her fingers and a flash of red appears, her suit gone; leaving her standing naked in front of you.

The mere sight of her left your breathless. No longer is she trapping her soft, muscular body in her red suit. Your eyes gaze over the expanse of her olive brown skin, noting the muscles she's built up in her arms and back. Her plush thighs and rounded hips. She shakes her head and rubs the back of her neck, curls of brown hair bouncing by her movements. She twists her body to stretch and you indulge on her backside, biting down on your lip at the sight of her shapely ass.

Wanda sighs in relief, eyes half lidded and expression relaxed. It's nice to be free from a skin tight suit. She notices your awed expression and her lips curl into a small smile, green eyes brewing with desire. She grabs your ankle and pulls you down to the edge of the bed, caressing your inner thigh. "Remind me of what'll happen if you broke the most important rule," she demands, voice thick and dripping with lust. The most important rule was no touching yourself without permission, of course.

A rule that you knew and still disobeyed.

You shudder out a breath, body exploding in tingles and heat. "Punishment," you whisper, jumping when she lightly slaps your thigh. "I-I receive a punishment from mommy."

Wanda grins, nodding her head in confirmation. "That's right, baby, because you've been a naughty girl for mommy and mommy needs to punish you." She then softens, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "What's the safe word?" she whispers into your ear, her hand holding yours.

You smile, turning your head to nuzzle your nose against her cheek. "Red," you say, squeezing her hand affectionately.

"When can you use the safe word?"

"At any time."

"Good," she said, planting a soft kiss on your lips before pulling away. "Just wanted to make sure you remember." If you felt pain, or were tired, or simply wanted to stop, you'll say the safe word and she'll stop. Doesn't matter if it's just starting or in the middle of sex. It's important that both parties are having fun.

Wanda sinks back into her dominant role, eyes flashing red. She reaches out a hand, the tips of her fingers sparking, and suddenly your arms are restrained above your head and your legs spread wide apart by tendrils of red. She licks her lips at the sight of you, trembling and helpless and soaking.

"Such a naughty, dirty girl," Wanda coos, her fingers trailing up and down your leg. "I wonder how I put up with you." She sits on her knees on top the mattress, close to you, and you couldn't help but stare at her pussy. You lick your lips, seeing that you're not the only one with a sopping wet cunt. Wanda notices where your gaze is and she laughs breathlessly. "You want a taste of mommy's cunt?"

You nod your head, eyes on her pussy. "Yes, please," you say almost too eagerly, and she clicks her tongue, reaching over to tap her finger on your chin.

"Do you think you deserve to eat mommy out? After doing what you did?"

"Well...mommy, please, maybe I can make you feel good and you can make me wait," you offer as a compromise.

"Oh, so you're deciding the punishment now?" she asks, raising her brow at you sternly. She'll admit, it's tempted to do it. To ride your tongue and leaving your leaking pussy aching. Hell, her cunt throbs at the thought of it, but ultimately, you're not in charge of deciding your punishment.

Before you would say anything, Wanda slips her thumb into your wet, warm mouth, causing you to whimper. You didn't hesitate to suck nosily on it. You swirl your tongue around her thumb and suction your lips, moaning, and she knows you're trying to get into her good graces. Wanda knows how much of an effect her pussy has on you, but did you really think she was going to let you have your way?

"Does you want something to suck on?" she purrs, pressing her thumb against your tongue.

A shiver runs down your spine, half-lidded eyes on her sultry face. You nod your head, moaning around her thumb. She removes her thumb and you expected her to shove her breast into your mouth, but a red tendril hovers above your mouth.

"I think this will do the job," she says, arms crossed over her chest. Droplets of substance leaks onto your face, the liquid warm and pleasant smelling. "They're a aphrodisiac, the liquid. Meant to increase your sexual desires," she explains. "Tastes really good, too." She says as if she's tried it before.

You stare up at the leaking red tendril, heart beating. The tendril doesn't move an inch but it pulses with life, light pink droplets continuing to spill onto your face. Delicious, Wanda claims. You peer over at the woman, who sits leisurely on her hip, legs tucked behind her, curly hair draped over her shoulder. She's humming quietly, green eyes focused on your expression and body language, her lips curved into a smile. She waits for you, of course, to give the go ahead. The lust burning in her eyes has your stomach doing a somersault, slit fluttering.

And you'll admit, it's definitely piqued your interest, this red tendril. This is the only tendril glistening, as the others holding you down are dry yet smooth and soft. You lean up to kitten lick the tip and whatever it's wet with melts onto your taste buds. Oh, it's heavenly. Sweet and smooth, the taste leaving you craving more.

"I like it," you gasp, licking up and down the tendril. Liquid fire courses through your veins, heat pulsing throughout your body. Your stomach twists and twitches, your hips shuddering. "I want it," you confirm, leaning back and opening your mouth. Saliva connects your lips together, tongue reaching out to lick it up.

Wanda caresses your trembling stomach. "That's my good girl."

The tendril pumps into your mouth and you moan, squirming against the mattress. The substance fills your mouth and you swallow it all, gasping, tongue swirling around the tendril. Swallowing the liquids causes the fires of pleasure to burst into untamable flames. Your flushed skin heats up tenfold, nipples erect and sensitive, sopping wet pussy gushing out arousal and clit throbbing out between your folds.

You moan around the tendril, arms and legs squirming in their restraints, breasts bouncing as your body jolts.

God, you're on fire and your cunt is aching. You whine, gasping for air when the tendril pulls back momentarily.

"M-Mommy, I'm so hot," you complain, trying to look over at Wanda, yet the tendril shoves itself back into your mouth, thrusting.

Wanda chuckles softly, the tips of her fingers gliding over your plush thighs. The slight contact is enough to get your back arched off the bed, fluids sprinkling out of your trembling pussy.

"So needy," Wanda teases, settling herself on her knees. Both hands now caress your thighs and a muffled moan emits from you, eyes fluttering shut. You suck on the tendril, swallowing it's sickly sweet substance that enhances your senses. You gasp when you feel two more squeeze your breasts, their tips rolling your nipples in painfully slow circles. The toying of your breasts adds onto the stimulation and you shudder, chest heaving.

Wanda places two fingers on your pussy lips and spreads you open with a wet 'shliick', teeth biting down on her bottom lip at the glorious sight: slit leaking and fluttering, clit pulsing, desperate to be touched, and when she spreads you open further, she catches a glimpse of your gummy walls, watching as they clamp around air.

She moans at the sight, fighting back the urge to bury her face deep into your pussy. "Mm, dirty dirty girl," she laughs breathlessly, licking her lips. She squeezes your filthy cunt in her hand and you whine, squirming against her hand. "Mommy is going to give you a few spankings, and you're going to take them like the naughty girl you are."

Wanda removes her hand, your sticky fluids connecting her palm to your glistening folds. She tongues the inside of her check, bringing her palm up to her face to observe the secretions you left behind.

"Dirty little whore."

With that being said, she lands a gentle yet firm smack against your filthy cunt, arousal sprinkling everywhere.

A muffled yelp emits from you, body squirming. Wanda smacks your sopping wet pussy once more and she muses over how puffy your dirty cunt becomes.

Two red tendrils begin to massage your body, pressing against your waist and smoothing over your stomach. You moan from the added stimulation, body sweltering in heat, tingling all over.

Wanda continues to spank your heat, eating up your muffled cries and moans. She's not harsh, but the stinging pain is there. A wonderful feeling added to the throbbing of your clit and fluttering hole.

She licks her hand and lands one more blow onto your cunt, nearly jumping in surprise when your pussy squirts.

"Dirty girl...you love it when mommy spanks your pussy, hm?"

Her green eyes trail up your body when you don't immediately respond and see you've lost yourself in sucking the tendril off, eyes rolled to the back of your head. A mixture of spit and the substance coats your chin and cheeks, neck and the top of your chest covered in the mixture.

Wanda shakes her head, clicking her fingers. The tendril pulls out and disappears now that it's completed it's job. "Look at the mess you made," she playfully chides, gripping your chin and forcing you to look at her. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

You mumble something and she quirks a brow. "Hm? What was that?"

"Sit on my face," you huff out, more clearly now. You lick your lips, staring at her with such intensity it sends a shiver down her spine. "Mommy, please, I w-want to taste you. I'm so hungry for you." Wanda hears the desperation in your voice. The burning desire. Your hands clench, and she knows if it weren't for the tendrils restraining you, she'll be on her back and your hands pushing against her plush thighs, tongue eagerly lapping up her juices.

You drop your eyes down to her cunt and lick your lips slowly and delicately, which allows her the brief indulgence of picturing your tongue doing the exact thing to her dripping pussy. She rolls her bottom lip between her incisors- she'll never deny that you're amazing at giving head. You're practically eating her out nearly all the time.

She pretends to consider your request, tapping her finger against her chin. This is a punishment, not a reward. You've done something you weren't supposed to, and need to be a taught a lesson for being a naughty.

Which is why she lights up with an idea.

Wanda kisses the corner of your mouth, giggling when you try to chase after her lips with your own. "You want to eat mommy's pussy that badly, hm?"

You nod your head fervently, practically drooling at the thought of devouring her delectable cunt. "Yes! Oh, yes, please," you beg oh so pathetically, the most delicious submissive expression on your heated face. "Please, please let me make you feel good, mommy."

Wanda blows air against your neck and you gasp lightly, chest rubbing against hers.

"You're adorable when you beg, my love," Wanda sensually says, placing her knees on either side of your head, her wet pussy in perfect view. Your breath quickens, eagerly awaiting for her to plant herself right on your mouth. "Except naughty girls don't get what they want."

Wanda hovers above your face and begins to finger herself. She pumps two fingers in and out of her slit, head falling back on her shoulders. Her sweat covered body trembles as she pleases herself, wanton moans spilling from her lips.

You watch her fingers burrow themselves deep into her velvet heat, wet squelches emitting from the motion. You whine in protest, brows furrowed, and attempt to lean up to lick her clit, except a red tendril wraps around your throat and pulls you back, preventing you from tasting her.

"Mommy, mommy please," you plead with her, squirming exceptionally hard against the restraints. "Sit on my face! Let me make you feel good!"

Wanda ignores your pretty pleas, too focused on the way her joints brush along her g-spot and her knuckles repeatedly bumping against her throbbing clit. Heat engulfs her body and she chokes on a moan, hips stuttering. Sweet nectar drips onto your face and you desperately catch every drop, wishing her cunt was suffocating you at this very moment.

Instead you're forced to watch Wanda please herself, her pretty moans echoing in the room. She's cruel for this. While you lay restrained, she's bouncing on her fingers, leaking all over your face. You ache for her to ride your tongue, but all you can do is watch this wonderful yet cruel show.

"Yes! Yes!" Wanda keened, hunched in on herself. "Feels so good! So good! Ah!" Soon she's squirting all over your face with a loud scream, and you're attempting to catch every drop of her fluids, not daring to let any to go to waste. She sits back on your stomach, catching her breath.

You lick your lips, frowning. "Mommy," you mumble, squirming. "You're mean to me."

She laughs at your claim, shaking her head. "Oh, am I mean?" she teases, gently caressing her folds and satisfied at the neediness brewing up in you. "Well, maybe you should've thought of that before disobeying mommy, hm?" She sits up and brushes her knuckles along your cheek, green eyes gleaming with mischief. "I was very disappointed to see that." And aroused, too, of course.

Shame burns into your cheeks again and you look away, lips pursed. "I-I couldn't wait any long, mommy," you defend. "I was...thinking about you. Thinking about the things you could do to me."

Wanda hums in response to that, recalling your pretty moans and whimpers of 'mommy'. She begins to kiss your neck, eliciting a gasp from you. "Tell mommy every naughty thought you had," she murmurs, licking over a vein. "Mommy wants to know how dirty her girl is."

A tremor runs through your body and you gasp, arching your breast up into your mouth as she sucks on a nipple. You breath heavily, gulping, unsure how to bring up the imagery of Wanda pounding your pussy into oblivious. It's embarrassing to admit out loud what you were thinking, which is exactly what Wanda wants.

She swirls her tongue around your belly button, smirking at your breathless gasps. "Well?" she asks, voice husky in desire. She's hovering above your weeping cunt, half hooded eyes trained on your face. "Aren't you going to tell mommy your dirty thoughts?" She licks a stripe up your pussy and you cry out, hole fluttering and gushing out fluids. "Tell mommy every naught thought you had while mommy eats you out..."

Her lips attach to your damp pussy, a moan eliciting from the both of you. Her tongue laps over your leaking slit, sweet juices melting onto her taste buds heavenly.

You tell her every dirty thought you had of her while her tongue pumps into your pussy. With a strained voice, you moan about her thrusting into you with the big strap on, the one with ridges, pinning you down and completely obliterating you. Drool trickles down your chin, breasts bouncing with your movements. She's devouring your pussy as if this were her final meal; sucking on your bundle of nerves, spreading your lips and mouthing at your hole, licking all over your dirty cunt before burying her face back into it.

Your filthy cunt is a mess of fluids and saliva, clit pulsating and hole clenched around her tongue. Your wanton moans fill the room, your jumps and thrashing causing the bed to creak.

Wanda isn't holding back.

She's sloppily eating you out, fingers pressed into your plush thighs. She opens her eyes half-way to stare up at you, laughing breathily at your wanton expression. You might enjoy eating her out, but she believes she takes the cake for pussy eating.

Pretty cunt squirming against her mouth, clit jumping every time she swirls her tongue around it. She takes note of your wetness and how you're practically squirting the entire time. Your moans and squeals spur her on and even after you cum, she can't stop. She's not sure if she's able to physically remove herself off your delectable pussy that beckons for her to devour.

You heave out a gasp, back inches off the bed as her lips wrap around your clit for what seems like the millionth time and sucks harshly. Your poor bundle of nerves throbs pathetically, over stimulation wracking through it. Your puffy sex is weeping, every lick and suck and kiss causing you to jerk and cry out.

"M-Mommy! Too much! It's too much!" you mewl, struggling against your restraints.

All Wanda has to do is place a hand on your belly and warmth spreads through your veins, the over stimulation disappearing. It's as if she's eating you out for the first time tonight and your eyes roll back, tongue slipping out to coat your chin in spit.

"Mommy's finished when she's finished," Wanda mumbled from between your folds, fixing at sultry gaze on your flushed face. "Unless you don't like mommy eating you out?" She does the worst thing possible and moves her mouth off your soaking cunt and you shake your head.

"No! No don't stop!"

"Mmm, that's what I thought," she purrs right before plopping her mouth right back on your puffy sex.

The world spins as she devours you over and over again, using her magic to reset your pussy. The pleasure is endless and you're greedy for it. You don't want it to end. You want her all to yourself and to never stop licking your pussy.

However, after your eight orgasm, she doesn't soothe you again. She lets you feel the over stimulation, pussy throbbing against your mouth and you screaming at the top of your lungs. God, it's heavenly, though. The feeling of over stimulation after cumming multiple times without that exact relief afterwards. She doesn't keep eating you out after getting you to cum again.

Wanda reluctantly removes herself off your cunt, licking her lips. Half her face is coated in your delicious juices, and she allows herself the briefest moment of observing your cunt. Throbbing. Swollen. Soaking wet. Clit poking through your puffy folds and twitching. She moans at the sight and gives your poor pussy a slap.

"We'll have to do that again soon," she says, standing off the bed and stretching out her body.

You sigh out a breath, nodding in agreement. To your surprise, while Wanda slips into a strap, a red tendril brings up a glass of water to your lips. You happily accept the cold water and relief floods through your body as the cold liquid fills your body. Your heart melts a bit, because Wanda is taking care of you.

Said woman stands at the edge of the bed, wearing your favorite thick strap with the ridges. You whimper at the sight, pussy quivering. She wraps her hand around the girth and whispers something in a language you don't understand, eyes and hand glowing red. Light flashes around the dildo, causing it to throb once before settling down.

"You enchanted it?" you ask as she climbs into the bed, slicking her cock up with lube. She's extra generous with it, going as far as to pour some onto your cunt.

"Mmhmm," she says, positioning the tip at your entrance. She snaps her fingers and all the tendrils disappear, freeing you from the restraints. "I enchanted it so I'm able to feel your pretty little pussy squeezing around me." She shivers in excitement, tonguing the inside of her cheek, one brow raised. She's dying to try this.

"That's kinda cool," you chuckle, cheeks flushed as she peppers kisses into the side of your face. Her body hovers above yours, tapping your legs to have them wrap around your waist.

Her lips hover above your ear, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not going to hold back," she whispers, nibbling on your lobe. "Mommy's going to make sure you know nothing else but my cock."

She teasingly rubs her cock between your folds and you moan, legs tightening around her waist. "O-Oh, yes, mommy."

"This is your punishment for being a dirty girl and touching yourself," she purrs, tapping her cock against your clit. "Only mommy touches her dirty girl." She licks your neck and repositions herself back at your entrance, tip poking your. "You want mommy's cock, hm? Want mommy to fuck you with her big, fat cock?"

You nod desperately, bucking your hips. "Please!"

"If only you could be good like this all the time," she chuckles, and then she shoves herself in.

Her cock enters with a loud wet squelch, her girth spreading your gummy walls apart. You let out a gasp, arms immediately going to wrap around her neck for support; chest arches into hers, breasts rubbing against each other. The warmth and tightness of your cunt sends her spiraling, her mouth dropping open to choke out a moan.

"So tight," Wanda pants, rolling her hips to allow you to adjust to her size, "and you're so wet." She laughs breathlessly, face pressed against the side of your face. "Does mommy make you this way?"

She's only half-way in and god you're stuffed. "Y-Yes," you rasp, holding onto her for dear life. "Mommy makes my pussy so wet!"

She nibbles on your jawline, her hands gripping the bed sheets. "Your pussy feels sooo good," she coos, almost like she's drunk off the feeling of your dirty cunt. "Oh, mommy is going to destroy you, baby."

The moment Wanda bottoms out, she's thrusting into you, the force of your hips causing your body to rock up and down the bed. A bulge had formed in your belly, which disappears and reappears with her thrusts. Her cock drags against your velvety walls, her tip kissing your cervix.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" you scream out, head falling back against your shoulders.

Wanda captures your lips for a heated kiss, swallowing up every sinful noise you make. You kiss her back hungrily, the back of your heel bumping into her ass cheek, encouraging her further. Tongues graze against each other, swirling around the other before entering each other's mouths.

Wanda keeps herself propped up on her forearms, cock drilling deep into your puffy sex. Your filthy cunt froths on her cock, coating her cock in white cream, which she fucks back into you. Squelching noises emit from your pussy, arousal sprinkling everywhere.

You break away from the kiss to gasp for air, dropping your head back further to allow her lips to plant scorching kisses upon your neck.

"Mommy loves your pussy," she murmurs into the crook of your neck, grabbing one of your legs to hook over your shoulder. "Mommy can't get enough...oh god!"

As promised, Wanda obliterates your sloppy pussy. She puts you in all sorts of positions, but her favorite is you face down ass up, her hands on your hips and forcing you to meet her powerful thrusts.

She teases you relentlessly.

"Aww, poor baby can't handle mommy's cock?"

"Is mommy's cock too big?"

"Oh, you love mommy's cock!"

Wanda is either pressing on the stomach bulge or has you press down on it, as your pussy clamps down harder on her cock from it.

Your sinful moans bounce around the room mixed in with her own. Thanks to the enchantment on her cock, she's able to feel your velvet heat. Gummy walls clenched tightly around her girth. Pretty pussy dripping wet. Warmth enveloping her massive cock. The ridges on her cock rubs against all the right spots and you're sobbing into the mattress about how good you feel.

At this point, the two of you lost count of each other's orgasms. The pleasure and over stimulation felt too good to focus on that.

Wanda made sure to remember why it's important to obey her rules, because if you're good for her, it's simple: good girls receive rewards. What do bad girls receive? Punishment, obviously. It was clear enough when you watched her finger herself and you weren't allowed to eat her out. That was pure torture watching her heavenly pussy leak above you and you couldn't do anything about it.

And now she has you pressed into the mattress, destroying your pussy.

"Do you promise not to break any of mommy's rules?" she questioned, giving your ass a firm smack. She rolls her hips and slams her cock into you, barely giving you the chance to answer.

"Ah! I-I'll try not to, mommy!"

"That wasn't a promise."

You bite down on your lip, eyes rolled to the back of your head. You can't make a promise you're not going to keep. Not anytime soon will you break a rule, but if you want mommy to get rough with you, then what else are you to do?

Wanda clicks her tongue, chest heaving. Sweat rolls down the sides of her face and she licks sweat off her top lip, shaking her head. "You're mommy's naughty girl, hm?"

She flips you onto your back and presses your legs into your chest, her feet on either side of your hips. She thrusts deep into your abused pussy, her cock absolutely destroying you.

"It's a good thing mommy is here to put you in your place," she pants, head falling down as the warmth of your cunt is too much.

The two of you say nothing except create the beautiful melody of sinful moans. Soon, for one final time, the two of you cum together with loud screams. Wanda's body shakes and she falls onto her side, cock sliding out of you with a loud wet 'shliiick'.

Your legs drop down, twitching, and you stare up at the ceiling, desperately trying to catch your breath. Both you and Wanda stay like that for five minutes, bodies spent and covered in sweat.

Soon, she scoots over to you, wrapping her arm around your waist and pulling you against her. She nuzzles her nose against your cheek, pressing a soft kiss into it.

"Feeling okay?" she whispers, cupping your cheek and having you look at her.

You give her a tired smile, pressing your forehead against hers. "Never better," you mumble, capturing her lips for a quick, delicate kiss before wrapping your arms around her and cuddling her.

An hour later the two of you are showered, in t-shirts and replenished with food and water, now entangled in each other's limbs and watching a movie.

Wanda scratches at your back, laying her head against yours, and your arms and legs wrap around her, head resting on her shoulder.

"I love you, (reader)."

"I love you too, Wanda."

[moremaybank]

jj who worships you when he finds out that you're insecure about your body post-pregnancy

warnings mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem. receiving), fingering, hellaaa praise and reassurance bc jj's obsessed with you (and rightly so), dirty talk/language, use of daddy (lol), implied creampie requested here by my baby @everydaydreamer ♡︎

"suck for me, beautiful."

jj's breath is hot against the shell of your ear, eliciting goosebumps over your skin. his fingers probe at the seam of your lips, urging you to welcome them inside and coat them with your spit. he coos a hushed good girl when you followed his instruction, feeling your tongue roam as you lapped at them. when he deems them wet enough, his touch finds your clit and starts to trace circles on it.

"never meant to neglect you, mama," he begins, eyes finding yours in the mirror in front of you both. his chest is warm against the cool bare skin of your back, and you gladly receive the heat. it reminds you that he's here, that he's finally taking the time to worship you the way you've been dying for. his free hand migrates to your tits, taking equal turns in massaging them. he pinches your left nipple, revelling in your soft moan. "was jus' tryna respect the doctor's wishes...but if you're walkin' 'round here thinkin' i don't want you, then i'm not doin' my job right."

your head starts to dip as more and more pleasure pulsates throughout your body. you're forced to grip the edge of the bathroom counter when he applies more pressure to your achy bud, the marble cold beneath your touch.

"uh-uh, eyes open. want you to see how sexy you look when i touch you." his hand abandons your tit and wraps around your throat. it eases your gaze back onto the mirror. "there we go. you got it, mama. beautiful."

"want your mouth, j. will y'give it to me?"

jj dots wet kisses on the nape of your neck. "'course, mama. know i love tastin' you."

he releases you, rounding your body and putting space between you and the counter. he slowly drops to his knees, leaving kisses down the length of your torso until he's face to face with your core. he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing himself to get a better view.

"there's my girl," jj smiles. heat pools in your lower belly when he feathers a wet kiss onto your clit. you flinch, and jj smirks up at you. "sensitive, huh?"

"your fault for making me wait so long. don't do that again."

he nods at your orders. "y'got it, sugar."

his lips return to your skin, moving up your front to your stomach, then to each of your hips. when his mouth leaves pecks of love over your stretch marks, he grips onto you tighter.

"see these? these...they make me crazy, baby. so fuckin' sexy." he bites at the flesh, dull teeth grazing over the tiger stripes fueling his fire. "you're a superhero, y'know that? so proud of you for growin' my baby in here."

his mouth wandered to your navel, travelling south as he brought his face back down to your leaky cunt. "my lil' warrior princess. love you, mama."

you let out a gasp, a whine following when his lips curl around your clit. "mm, love you, j."

he sucks at you, holding your bud hostage in his mouth as he works at it with his tongue. pride washes over him when you thread a hand through his hair and start to buck your hips against his mouth, craving more than what he's giving you. but jj knows you, sometimes better than he knows himself. you don't even get to ask for his fingers, he just takes it upon himself to slip his middle two fingers into your soaking heat.

his mouth leaves you, forming a smirk as he looks up at you. "drippin' all over my hand. missed me, huh?"

"you know i did."

a soft laugh escapes his lips before he buries his face back into you. your cunt continues to drench his chin and his hand, squelching with each push into.

"gonna cum," you warn. he nods, humming into you as he shakes his head back and forth. his fingers curled into your sweet spot, punting rapidly as he tries to pull your orgasm from you. of course, it doesn't take long because by now he's mastered his way around your body. he damn well knew how to make it work for him.

you cum with a cry, feeling your cunt throb violently as he laps up every last bit of the cream pooling from you.

once you've come down, he wastes no time stripping naked and wrapping you in his arms, carrying you to your bed and laying you down. the comforter is cool against your skin, and it isn't until jj's hands drag down your body that you begin to feel warm again.

"lemme do all the work, alright? you jus' lay there 'n relax for daddy. sound good?"

"so good," you breathe, sinking into the bed.

he lifts your legs, hands cupping the backs of your knees as he bends you to his will. you instinctively take his place when he moves to grip himself at the base. one hand settles on the back of your thigh, and he lines himself up with your entrance, eyes looking back up into yours for a moment.

"you ready, mama?"

you nod desperately. "need your cock, j. please."

"whatever you want, babygirl. s'real cute, but y'never gotta beg. know i'll never say no to my queen."

he gets you both into mating press, and his mushroom tip presses at your hole. sinking inside you slowly, he releases a shaky breath, feeling his muscles tense. it's been so long since he's been inside you, and your walls are sucking him in so tight. they're fluttering around him, stretching nice and wide to accommodate his width.

"fuck. missed you, mama. don't know if i'll last."

he drags himself out, and then pushes back inside. it takes him a few beats as he wills himself not to blow his load already, but he then finds a pace that knocks the wind out of you. he slams into you over and over, each thrust pushing a moan up your throat.

he watches you intently as he fucks you, like you're the best movie he's ever seen. tousled hair and wet parted lips. the cries pouring from your mouth as you call out for him. how could you ever think that he wouldn't want you?

"so fuckin' perfect, angel. nothin' could ever make me not want you. nothin'. y'understand?"

all you can do is nod, hands clutching at his biceps. your nails bite into his skin as you hold onto him for dear life.

"good. don't wanna hear you say anythin' bad 'bout yourself again. loved seeing you all knocked up. everyone knew how good i was dickin’ you down," he told you. he leans his forehead against yours, eyes peering into your orbs as he pummels his cock into you. "i'll always want you. if you need this cock, you jus' tell me 'n i'll give it to you real good. alright, mama?"

"yes, daddy. fuck."

"yeah. good. been missin' this tight pussy, baby. s'been killin' me."

he jackhammers his hips harder into the spot that has you on the edge of bliss. "mm, j...right there!"

"yeah?" he asks, slamming his hips into you. "right there, angel?"

"yes. yes!"

"fuck, you're so beautiful. my pretty baby. keep takin' this big cock for me." he kisses your forehead, littering loving pecks upon your skin while he fucks you hard. "yeaaah. that's it. squeeze me, mama. make me cum. fuck."

your walls grip onto him like a vice, as if he's the only thing giving them life — and he is.

"harder. harder, j! gonna cum!"

jj's body leans over your frame. his hands leave their resting place and guide yours above your head. they slip over yours, before your fingers lace together. his breath fans over lips when he tells you he's close.

"gonna give you all this fuckin' cum, mama. cum with me. give it to me, baby."

and let's just say, after he's done with you, you never doubt him or his desire for you ever again.

concepts ; concepts (ii)

[hitomisuzuya]

Hiiiiiii how are you doing? <3

Stepcest Scara playing with us using a remote controlled vibrator while we're trying to play it cool while there's a family gathering pls? I can only imagine the shit eating grin he would have on his face when he looks at reader across the room while his hand presses a button on the vibrator lol

Stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable, please. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toy. Edging.

No kidding, that shit eating grin would one for the ages. *Soda is called pop where I live. I am doing..okay..

Scaramouche prided himself in this idea, considered it genius in fact. Even though there was a family gathering going on, the only thing you'd be able to think about was him thanks to the vibrator inside of you. You'd looked so proud and determined, telling him that you could handle anything he had in store.

He was going to enjoy watching his sweet, delicate step sister struggle not to fall apart, craving his cock between your legs instead of a vibrator.

Things had been quiet so far, the vibrator inside you remaining off. And that started to make you think: when was he was going to press that button? He could practically see your mind racing. As much as he was enjoying making you squirm with anticipation, it was time to have his fun with you.

Father gatherings always bored him to tears.

You glanced at Scaramouche before you bent down to get a can of pop out of the ice filled cooler. His shit eating smirk sent a shiver down your spine. Scaramouche rolled the controller in his pocket around and around in his hand, purposely letting a long minute or two drag by, watching you walk over to get some food before he pressed the button.

You nearly dropped the entire plate of potato salad. The toy was on the lowest setting, sending teasing vibrations humming on your sensitive walls. The lowest setting wasn't so bad.

At first.

Your clit started to swell and throb, the wet arousal starting to soak your panties was getting harder to ignore. It wasn't easy to go around, and appear that everything was perfectly normal. In the wake of making polite conversation with another relative, talking about your dog or the weather, thoughts were swirling in your mind.

Of your step brother pounding his cock inside of you, teasing and degrading you about not being able to handle a simple vibrator inside of you. Those thoughts helped your walls to clamp around the vibrator.

You dug your fingernails into the palms of your hands, struggling to keep your focus. Soft vibrations were humming against your sweet spot, so barely there that it made you want to sit down and rub your thighs together, or discreetly sneak inside to rub your clit for a few moments.

All the while you could feel Scaramouche watching you, that shit eating smirk widening on his face.

You gasped, covering your mouth and coughing to disguise a moan. The vibrator abruptly turned up to the medium setting. Vibrations were more consistent, making you twitch as you forced a smile on your face.

"The..the weather certainly has been lovely lately," You managed to say, fidgeting a little realizing your panties were soaked and clinging to your pussy.

"Are you okay?" Your relative asked. They thought you were in distress, but it was quite the opposite.

"N-No, I am fine. Just a little-" You were cut off suddenly, the setting on the vibrator suddenly switched to the highest setting. Struck breathless, you tried to continue your conversation, but in the end, couldn't. "tired," You concluded, digging your fingernails further into your palm.

You couldn't exactly say what was going on. That your step brother had his favorite vibrator inside of you, teasing you. That all you wanted was for him to bend you over and fuck you raw.

You excused yourself, your plate of food forgotten. You bit back a whimper, rubbing your thighs together, trying to concentrate on anything. Your eyes always went right to Scaramouche, who was leaning back casually in his chair, his phone in one hand while the other played with the controller in his pocket. The little shit was casually playing a phone game while he teased you.

The vibrator turned to the lowest setting again, right when you were about to cum. Scaramouche knew the way your body twitched all too well. You were a mess, panting a little as you tried not to squirm in your chair. The vibrations were back to being soft and teasing. Barely there, making it torture since you'd been denied.

You move your hips a little hoping to coax the tip of the vibrator more against your sweet spot, but to no avail. Taking a deep breath, you escaped inside the house. You couldn't have anyone see you start to fall apart like this.

You could feel his smirk on your back as Scaramouche watched you dart into the house. You barely made it into your room. Fuck it if the vibrator was still on the lowest setting. You didn't care. If you could make yourself cum just once then maybe you'd be able to handle yourself back down at the family gathering.

Scaramouche got the intoxicating view of you spreading your legs and moving your soaked panties aside. "Couldn't handle it anymore, huh? How pathetic."

You jumped, your fingers barely grazing your engorged, and throbbing clit. Hearing him call you pathetic made your walls clamp tight around the vibrator. "You were right. I..I couldn't handle it," You swallowed back a moan, the look in your eyes one of frantic arousal.

"Hm? What did you say?" Scaramouche twirled the remote control between his fingers. Your eyes zeroed on his thumb hovering over the button, "repeat that, kitten. I was what?" He pressed the button.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your fingers shaking as they tried to find your clit. "Fine, fine, you were right. I.. I couldn't handle it," Moans you struggled to swallow back were starting to come out.

Scaramouche made sure the door was closed before he crawled onto your bed. "Good girl, it pleases me to hear you say that," He loves how your eyes lit up from the slightest words of praise from him. "Does my precious girl want her step brother to get her off?" He purred teasingly.

Your body immediately melts as Scaramouche turned the vibrator up to the highest setting. His cock pulsed seeing your juices ooze out around the vibrator as he started to fuck it in and out of you.

He knew he couldn't keep you up here long. But there was nothing saying later that night, he couldn't watch you use it while you took his cock down your throat.

[sordidmusings]

Thirsty Thursday with Mihawk - The Hat Stays ON

Art by koitosoup

A/N: This is very indulgent because I needed desperate and needy Mihawk to exist and this prompt tumbled right on into that to sate me 🤡 (at the airport hoping no one is looking over my shoulder rn too LOL)

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: afab!reader, NSFW, p in v, forceful undertones towards beginning, desk sex, creampie, begging, praise, lots of the pet name "love", Mihawk is like super needy he moans "please" dude, he's also very in love, and trying sUPER hard not to finish first by the end 💀, stress relief before Cross Guild meeting, brief moment shit-talking the other two lol turns real sweet at the end cuz I couldn’t help myself

Please enjoy this man being as close to a mess as I think I can convincingly get him ╰(▔∀▔)╯

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Mihawk is usually the type of man to fully take his time enjoying every inch of you.

Usually.

“I know, love, I know,” his voice is full of panting desperation, worn to a fluster by his pressing need and his frantic firm thrusts into you. “I’ll make it up to you later, I just -nnhah- just gotta fuck you now -nnnhg fuck- don’t wanna think about anything but how fucking good it feels inside you.”

When Mihawk came to your study not thirty minutes before the next Cross Guild meeting, this was the last thing you were expecting. Though, it did fly right to the top of the list when you saw the intensity of his shining gold eyes on you and the rigidness of his figure, all coiled muscle waiting to pounce and gritted teeth waiting to tear. You’d barely been able to get just his jacket over his shoulders before he was on you, speaking his need and hunger with persistent lips and hands. He was so set on getting his fill that he simply let his prized coat be dragged down his arms and thrown to the floor. Somehow, his hat survived the rush of his motions and the beloved closeness necessary for his demanding kisses.

Though they were rare, you loved the times he was like this, using you for his pleasure, clinging to you and taking you like nothing else in the world would ever suffice in sating him. You got just as much out of these times as he did, but you played it as a favor, partly for the delicious flavor it added to the dynamic to hear him apologize, beg, and thank as much as the stalwart Dracule Mihawk can and partly to earn the long and worshipful treatment he’d reward you with later. You’re not sure how he hasn’t caught onto you yet. Seeing the meticulously controlled man lose himself in his desire for you has you dripping, shown in the wet slap on each strong thrust. It was surely enough to give your abundant eagerness away.

Beyond that, you are just as ravenous for him, thighs clamped around his sides, hands gripping tightly to his tense forearms as he fucks you on your desk. You feel the jump of each muscle from their work sinking a bruising grip into your hips, manhandling them forward and back opposite the motion of his hips to fuck you just like he wants - like you’re a lifeline and if he just digs as deeply as he can into your sweet cunt as quickly as he can then he can finally breathe again.

Your heels pull him in on each quick thrust, the clench of your legs and abs for the motion helping a rhythmic pulse stroke at every inch of your walls and further firm your swollen lips and clit to absorb each delicious impact of Mihawk’s hips. The soft, sweat-damp skin of his back and sides teases your sensitive inner thighs and calves as he fucks you, his obliques dancing especially sinfully against your flesh. You loved admiring the look of his chiseled figure but absolutely nothing compared to the bliss of him using it against you.

The urge Mihawk has to collapse down over you and continuously drag you as close as possible is strong, but it is beat out by the erotic sight of watching the slap of his hips bounce your body. It lets you have a beautiful sight too; Mihawk backlit and looming over you, muscles fully displaying their strength and tone with the lack of his jacket, his curled hair and the feather on his cap swaying in time with him fucking into you. The hat still resting on his head only makes you feel smaller captured under him; he always looks impressive with it on and it makes the shadow he casts over you that much larger.

Mihawk uses an iron grip to throw one of your bare legs to hook over his shoulder. He uses his other hand to grip the inside of the other and shove it to the side, flat on your desk, trapping it down by putting his weight into his hold on your thigh. It forces your hips to turn on their side, giving him a new angle to work you open on his thick cock. The change has each forceful drag of his cock in you feel new again, recharging your nerves in their pleasant screaming. You tell him their call through whiny panting, chants of his name, and streams of “yes! like that, so good, fuck me harder, need it, need you so bad-”

There’s a firm thump and rattle of your desk as his hand plants next to your head to keep from collapsing over you. It leaves him crouching over you like a predator, but the hazy need in his eyes begging you to let him keep feeling this forever betrays the fact that he’s as deeply in your clutches as he tries to snatch you into his. The thickness of your thigh trapped between you helps keep him up as well as his other hand still pressing your leg down. His fingers that are sunk into your thigh dig deeper and tremble with his pleasure and overwhelm.

“Gods, love, you’re perfect, want to live between your thighs,” Mihawk groans, so close you can feel his panting breath cool the sweat on your face. He’s fighting his eyes to stay open, needing to see the pleasure scrunching your brow, loosening your jaw, fogging your eyes. The fluttering of his lids catches your eyes and swells your heart, shooting arousal through you from knowing he’s feeling so desperately good from fucking you. The amber of his eyes is so bright trained on you that it seems to glow through the shadows haunting his face. It makes him look all the more feral as he grips, spreads, bends, and fucks you like he wants to eat you whole. “Just -hahn- need some more from you, can you -nngaaah- do that for me, little love?”

You sob out a moan as you snap your eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation. The soreness his weight is pressing through your thigh and the tender stretch from your other leg being folded to your shoulder add more buzzing chaos to the sensations swirling their way through your body to flood your brain. The way he holds you open lets your clit take a soft impact every time he shoves his whole length into your plush pussy, giving the bud more little teases with how your body reverberates from the impact. 

“Look at me while I fuck you,” Mihawk snarls, but there’s desperation bleeding through the growl in his voice. You want to whine back at his request but you want to please him even more. You blink your eyes open and the raw need in them has Mihawk collapse just a bit more over you, feeling the want you and your pleasures ravage through his body begin to burn him alive. The brim of his hat taps lightly on your forehead from his closeness while he pants and moans to you, “Like that, love, fuck you’re so good for me.”

Meeting your gaze is a double edged sword; his arousal magnifies, his soul lights up, and his cock twitches hard but it also throws him to feeling right on the precipice of cumming and he’s not ready to stop feeling you. The siren song of the wet slapping of your hips, the slick sound of your pussy gushing around him and trying to keep him sucked as deep as he can reach, and your panting breaths carrying high moans and pleads and praises all tempt him to let the torrent of pleasure rush over him, promise him it would feel like endless blissful sin. It is all the harder to resist because he knows exactly how delicious it feels to sheathe himself from root to tip in you and pump stream after stream of hot cum into your welcoming walls while your cunt clings to him almost as tightly and desperately as his hands cling to you.

“Love, need you to cum,” Mihawk rushes out. He palms the hand on your thigh up so he can rub circles over your swollen clit. Your moans gain even more volume, filling the air in your office almost as thickly as the sweet, musky scent of sex.

“Need it, please,” he whispers breathlessly, “Need to feel you -nnnnhhah- love, love, need to feel your cunt sque-heeze me.” 

His vision begins blurring from the strain of staying right on the edge of cumming, barely holding back the powerful orgasm built from the burning in his muscles, the tingling in his fingers, the swirling in his head, and the throbbing of his cock. Giving up on trying to refocus them, he scrunches his eyes shut and lets his forehead fall down to rest on your temple, finally bumping his hat to fall onto the desk next to you. His closed eyes allow him to focus in better on all the other ways you are filling his senses, latching especially to your open mouth serenading him with needy babbling and fucked out moans.

“Can you be -ghahh- good and do that for me?” Mihawk pleads against your cheek. “Can you cum for me?”

“Y-yes, please, wanna be -mmmngh- good for you,” you whine back to him. His hips stutter at the tone and you feel his lips pull up around gritting teeth, an airy “fuck” sneaking past them.

“You are, sweetness, you are sooooo good for me,” Mihawk praises, swirling his thumb more insistently across your slick clit. The increase and pressure and perfect timing with his firm thrusts has your core tightening in threat of bursting. Your thighs had already been shaking in warning of your coming orgasm, but now the trembling is seating itself in every clench of your walls around Mihawk’s thick cock, wringing tighter and longer on each pulse. Your nerves sparkle and buzz more with each clamp down, the blazing rub of his throbbing dick and its bulging veins whiting out your mind. “Now come on, love -nngh- cum on my cock -fuuck please- let me feel you, make me cum -nnnghah- need to fuck you full.”

With a sob of his name, you finally fall over the edge. It feels as overwhelming as you had been expecting since he first stormed in and threw you over the desk. Your hands and cunt cling to him in need of a tether and in need of more; while your body is trembling with the bliss of your orgasm a tiny piece in the back of your mind is waiting for the final thing that will melt your whole body into a honey drip of heaven.

Mihawk doesn’t leave you waiting long; he is only able to feel your pussy milk him a handful of times before he can hold his end off no longer. With slurring groans of endearments and praises, he is overtaken by pleasure and can think of nothing beyond the relief of pumping you full of his cum with his twitching cock and grinding hips. The force of it has his thighs quake and numb out, making his weight crumble over you as he can no longer hold himself up. He nuzzles his face down the side of yours until he’s tucked panting against your neck, forehead pressed snuggly against your racing pulse.

You welcome his weight with open arms, one dragging him ever tighter to your heaving chest and the other winding its hand into his thick dark hair to ensure he never leaves. Both of you are still gasping for breath, your pressed chests rubbing and shaking against each other much like your greedy hips do as they ring out the endless pulsing beats of your orgasms. Your cunt and core continue to massage down on him and wring every bit of tight and bubbling bliss from his still hard and pumping cock that they can get. 

The feeling of being not only filled with his large and achingly hard cock but also the swelling heat of his cum makes your eyes roll back. He’s filled you full to bursting, now leaking out of you on every grind and the warm sticky sensation and sound matched with his pelvis massaging small sweeps across your clit prolongs your peak. You get to spend a long time suspended in the feeling of your body bursting with heat and joy and relief and electricity, all shoving your soul right out of your skin only for Mihawk’s presence to trap you right back into the storm raging in your nerves.

Mihawk begins to feel foggy and a bit delirious as he finally releases his pent up need in you, finally sates his ferocious hunger for your delicious touch, finally finds his comfort and peace stuck as close to you as he can possibly get. He makes a halfhearted attempt to bring his mind back to his body but is happily distracted by the aftershocks that jolt your body and flutter your cunt. They pull extra little spurts and groans from him each time and he’s defenseless to the contentment he feels following their slowing pace into the warm hover of affection that always envelops him after sharing bodies with you.

It takes a long time for either of you to actually come back to yourselves. The whole time you are afloat, you guide each other with trailing touches from limp but loving hands, quick kisses stolen between smoothing out your breath, and gentle squeezes in the embrace you keep on each other, needing those little moments where it's even more of a hug than a hold. Mihawk chases the touches that tease across the dips of his lower back or scratch up the back of his neck and across his scalp just a little bit more than the others. You feel too boneless to lean into almost any touch at the moment, but you do manage to roll your head to the side so you can gaze at your grandfather clock in the corner.

“I don’t think there’s time to make you presentable for them,” you sigh out with no real remorse. Mihawk is of a similar mind.

“Not my fault if those two don’t have anyone to take care of their needs,” Mihawk mumbles dryly. “Also not my problem if they’re mad I’ve had mine met.”

The laugh you give at his attitude earns you one of your favorite prizes: Mihawk’s lips making the slow curl then spread into a real smile. It is only topped when they close again to press a kiss in the shape of that smile on their resting place against your skin with enough love to reach straight through that skin and nurture every beat of your heart.

[celeryb1tch]

spencer reid x student!reader

18+! this post contains nsfw content

when spencer gets home from work he finds that you haven’t finished your essay, so he tries to ease your mind.

content: lots of pet names, fem!reader, you’re getting an arts degree lol, age gap but not too intense since this is early-ish seasons spencer, slight degradation at the end, reader orgasm, oral and fingering (r! receives), overstim, forced orgasm.

(i’m literally gay but i’ve been so delusional and in love with this fictional man lately i had to write something to get it out of my system!!!)

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when your boyfriend came home from work, tie loose and satchel abandoned on the kitchen counter, you felt a wave of embarrassment flush you. you were still working on the same essay you had been last night; the one spencer made you promise you’d finish today.

“how is my pretty girl?” he asked, laying back beside you on the couch. when he leaned over to kiss you chastely, your stomach churned and you shut your laptop quickly.

you could feel hot tears start to pool in your eyes, biting back the sob you so desperately needed to get out. spencer took one look at your face and sighed, wrapping an arm around you.

“oh, baby. you didn’t finish it?”

“i tried!” you protested, your eyes squeezed shut to avoid seeing his disappointed face. “please don’t be mad at me.”

spencer’s gentle hand cupped your cheek, running his thumb across it lightly. “look at me, angel. i’m not mad.”

the floodgates opened when you finally dared to look at him, seeing his mouth pressed in a flattened line. tears streaked your face and it only added to the embarrassment. your boyfriend was a capable man, and here you were crying because you couldn’t finish a stupid essay before he got home from his 9-to-5.

he tried to hold you closer, but you struggled against him. you didn’t deserve his comfort or his sympathy. he settled for running his free hand through your hair soothingly. “hey, just talk to me. what went wrong, can i help?”

you shook your head, fighting through a hiccupped sob to answer. “i couldn’t find the last source i need. i was sifting through articles for like four hours, and i just gave up.”

ever the problem solver, spencer smiled down at you softly. “okay, let me take a look. you know i have fairly good research skills, they’re kinda required for my job.”

“you don’t get it!” you huffed, frustration evident in your voice. “you go to work all day and i can’t even find one source. one! i shouldn’t need your help for everything.”

recognition flashed in his eyes, and then he really pulled you in. it was useless to relent, you could feel the determination in his touch. he shushed you softly, one hand wrapped around you firmly while the other drew patterns on your back. when your breaths slowed and your sobs subsided, he pulled back to hold you at arms’ length. “baby, you are one of the smartest people i know.”

you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, and spencer grabbed your chin to ensure you couldn’t look away.

“i wouldn’t lie. no one i know is as sensitive as you are, as empathetic and in touch with their emotions. that’s what makes you so good at this program. i certainly couldn’t complete your degree.”

and you knew how bad at concealing the truth your boyfriend was, so reluctantly you believed him. “thank you,” you just about whispered.

his eyes cast pure adoration on you, even as your tear-stained cheeks were red and raw. “your incredible brain is one of the reasons i fell in love with you. so if you can’t find anything, there must be a reason. could you please just let me take a look?”

spencer had indisputably won you over, one arm still holding you to his side as he opened your laptop on his own lap. you relaxed into him, head pressed to his chest where you could hear his heart beating perfectly. with a hum, he scanned your tabs in a matter of seconds, scrolling to the bottom of the search result page at a speed the computer could barely keep up with. “i know what it is, but you’re not going to be happy.”

lifting your head, you squinted at your boyfriend inquisitively.

“you were typing the date wrong, honey. the last two numbers were flipped.”

you felt that feeling of incapability rush through you again, your eyes stinging in preparation to cry. but spencer was right there to prevent you from shutting down, hand on your head passing slow strokes in comfort.

his lips hitched into a small sympathetic smile when he looked down at you. “my poor girl, worked yourself up so hard your brain stopped working. too much essay writing this week.”

and of course, he was right. you’d been running yourself ragged recently trying to keep up with deadlines, not to mention the extra work you’d taken on early to prevent overwhelm for finals. when you’d told him your plan, spencer had advised against it. he didn’t want you sacrificing your sanity now for a bit more time with your boyfriend in a few months. but never not supportive, he relented and instead helped you draft a schedule to complete everything.

you couldn’t feel too stupid with spencer’s sweet voice telling you that you weren’t. “it’s not even due until next week, remember? i just wanted you to finish it tonight so i could take you out to dinner,” he confided sheepishly. “you’ve been working so hard, i wanted to reward you.”

despite knowing it was physically impossible (as spencer reminded you often), you could feel your heart swell from the overwhelming love you felt for your boyfriend. you pecked kisses all over his face incessantly until he swatted you away, blushing crimson from the unexpected affection. “okay, where are we going?”

spencer hummed mischievously in faux thought, tucking your wild hairs back from your face. “you didn’t finish your essay, so i actually think it’s only fair to punish you. at least before i take you out anyway.”

a heat bloomed in you, both in your cheeks and between your legs. it was rare that your boyfriend was anything but tooth-achingly sweet with you, saving his more dominant side for certain circumstances. apparently this was one of them. “oh, really? how are you gonna punish me, sir?”

he pulled you into his lap, mouth finding your neck immediately. “if you’re going to be stupid, i might as well treat you like you are. i know how much you like it when i call you a dumb slut, despite the fact that we’re both aware of how intelligent you are.”

your core ached with need, fluttering at his words. “that’s kinda fucked up, huh? i shouldn’t want that.”

“actually, it’s fairly common, especially for women with a high amount of stress in their everyday lives. most people enjoy some form of degradation and or praise when having sex.”

“spencer,” you groaned. his beautiful brain always had to get in the way of the fun, not that you seriously minded.

he smiled, pressing his lips to yours again. “sorry, baby. yes, it makes you a very naughty girl.”

despite the pure love in his eyes and his touch, you felt a pang of arousal when he degraded you. it felt good to be demeaned by someone who thought so highly of you. so you let him pin you against the couch, clothes long forgotten, and relished in his nasty words as he sunk to his knees before you.

your laptop was somewhere on the ground, still open to that unfinished document. but it was the last thing on your mind when you felt spencer’s mouth trailing down your front. his fingers hooked your panties, pulling them down with a string of arousal attached. “fuck,” he grumbled. “you are a little slut, aren’t you?”

you struggled to respond as his fingers passed through your folds, thumb toying with your clit lightly. “mhm, yours.”

“that’s right, baby.” all of the showy dominance dropped for a second when he smiled up at you, that familiar twinkle of passion in his eyes. and then he ate you out.

all you could do was grip the bedsheets, small whines leaving you each time he ran his tongue roughly up your clit. he’d take a moment to kiss your inner thighs, slipping two fingers inside to hit that sweet spot when he wasn’t lavishing it with his mouth. it wasn’t long before you were on the edge, feeling the knot snap in your stomach. with a start, you gasped through your orgasm, spencer’s hand finding yours to soothingly stroke his thumb across your knuckles. but as your breaths slowed, he didn’t.

“spence, i’m done,” you panted, hand gripping his hair.

“no you’re not.”

with a roll of your eyes, you tried to pull your hips away to no avail. his fingers were still pumping into you at a relentless pace. his head raised to meet your eyes, slick across his lips. he looked wild like this, disheveled, so different from your normal boyfriend, who was almost too sweet for his own good. “i told you this was a punishment.”

even knelt between your legs, this spencer was in complete control. his gaze was locked on yours, watching every tiny movement when he skimmed his thumb across your clit again. your core reignited when you realized what was going on. he was going to force you to cum again.

“please, too much” you whined, free hand pushing the top of his head away in a superficial effort. you couldn’t think properly with the intensity of the overstimulation.

spencer licked his lips, voice gravelly in a tone it only reached when he was purely aroused. “you can take it, honey. i know you can be a good girl for me. don’t you wanna be good?”

you nodded silently. there wasn’t much you could do but let him fuck you stupid.

“that’s it. gonna make you dumb, yeah? i’m gonna fuck you until you can’t think.” his head dipped down, resuming his wet, sloppy kisses to your clit. and with the combined effects of his words and actions, you were cumming again quickly.

you were unabashedly moaning now, jaw slacked open and eyes screwed shut. you were far past the point of caring what you looked like to the man furiously devouring you between your legs. your hand gripped his tighter, feeling his fingers pound a bit harder in acknowledgment.

your second orgasm felt like being catapulted into the atmosphere. it was sharper, practically knocking the air from your lungs. it took you a few moments to stop panting.

spencer grinned up at you, a sight for sore eyes in your clouded vision. “thinking about anything, baby?” he asked. and when he only received a small shake of your head, “good.”

his mouth returned to your core, soft kitten licks causing you to twitch and wince away. he squeezed your hand firmly, giving you a stern look. “only cleaning you up this time, promise.”

once you weren’t dripping arousal down your thighs, spencer pulled you onto him when he sat back down on the couch. all you could focus on were his warm, strong hands tracing sequences on your skin. he loved to imagine binary code, mapping it out on you because he knew the motion calmed you down.

you were barely conscious, brain buzzing like tv static in the post-sex bliss. you heard spencer chuckle to himself before saying, “so i think we’re getting takeout.”

[denileisariver]

pairing: batman aka bruce wayne x f!reader

warnings: old man!bruce, descriptions of male and female genitalia, mating press/cowgirl but not really, oral sex (f!receiving), some somnophilia (could this count as dub-con/non-con?), age gap but by how much isn't specified, cum-dump reader ♡, uses of the word(s) 'baby' and 'daddy' but only once, breeding kink sorta?, basically pwp.

a/n: wowowow the horny is real. idk if this has been done before, but it's okay, lol.

sheesh, thinking about an older batman :(

his body is a bit worn out from so many years of crime-fighting, littered in scars, bones that are becoming increasingly brittle, and his stubborn ass swears it doesn't bother him but it's obvious in the way his movements become tired and the dark circles underneath his eyes. they were usually always there, but it's even more evident now that he's older.

and god, he's so damn touch-starved from not being in a relationship or having a decent fuck because of his nightly activities and his massive horde of children. his balls are so heavy and full from not releasing in so long, barely having time to even masturbate because he's so busy.

but when he fucks you for the first time it's almost like none of that even matters. he manages to make some time for you in his hectic schedule.

the both of you are so sensitive and get over-stimulated easily the first time :(. you, due to your lack of experience, especially fucking someone like bruce, and him because it's just been that long since he's had sex.

large calloused hands would force and hold you down, your feet by your head and knees pressed to your chest. he wants to be slow and gentle at first, to take his time with it, but that doesn't last long at all. the way your tight walls stretch and attempt to make space for his massive girth is just too much for him, eventually losing control and using your body to his hearts content, pounding your tiny cunt nice and deep till you're cock-drunk and mindlessly babbling and moaning for him.

he cums quickly, but his cock is still so hard, feeling like a damn teenager all over again, ready for more rounds. bruce fills your pussy to the brim with his seed, the sticky, hot substance dribbling down to your ass and wetting his balls in the process. he's constantly petting at your clit and tits, obsessed with his new little toy right in front of him.

even in his older age, his stamina is just too much for you to take, eventually passing out on him without even realizing it. he'll take your unconcious state as an opportunity to lap his tongue at your juicy folds, savoring the sweet taste of your cum mixed with his, groaning lowly because of how damn good it is. it's really for his own pleasure, since you can't really feel anything till you wake back up and see bruce with his head in between your legs, his eyes shut and enjoying his meal.

it isn't until you pull at his greying hair that he realizes you've woken up, whining cause your clit is swollen and sensitive, but he just doesn't care. "it's okay, baby.." he'd mumble a bit, fucking your tiny hole with his tongue.

"daddy's not finished with you yet,"

he'd switch your positions so you're on top, holding you tight against him cause you're too weak to ride him. he's strong enough to pick you up and fuck you like a doll, stuffing his cock up into you with a bruising grip on your hips and thighs. and you can't do anything but hold on for dear life, nails digging into his broad shoulders and biceps. the filthy sound of skin slapping against each other and the wet squelch of your pussy filling the room, and it only spurs him on that much more.

he cums hard for the last time, his tip an angry red, pushing you down on him to make sure it fills your womb, and you're too limp and tired out to do anything about it. your cunt milks his cock for all he's got, tears falling down your face cause he's pressing a hand onto your lower tummy, feeling so full of his cock and cum.

and he's suprisingly gentle afterward, pressing a kiss to your forehead and praising how good you were for him, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down your body while you try to catch your breath. he makes sure to take care of everything, cleaning up the mess on the bed, and running you a warm bath that the two of you can share.

yeah, okay, he's an old man now, but everything about you just makes him feel young again..

a/n: sorry for ending this so abruptly, lmao

[itadorey]

YOU LOOKIN'? — gojo satoru

summary: gojo just wants to spice things up in the bedroom and make you feel good. notes: f! reader, originally an iwaizumi fic lol, mirror kink, petnames, fingering, protected sex (yay!), finger sucking, slight thigh riding, overstimulation, multiple orgasms wc: ~2.5k

minor + ageless/blank blogs DNI

"look at yourself."

you can't help the whimper that leaves your lips at gojo's words. you're seated on his lap, his broad chest pressed up against your back as his large hands grip your thighs, keeping your legs spread. his chin rests on your shoulder, blindfold pushed up messily so that his eyes can focus on the mirror hanging across from the bed.

"i said, look at yourself," gojo repeats, his tone light and mirthful. one of his hands leaves your thigh, coming up to gently grab your jaw and turn your head towards the mirror. you force yourself to focus on the sight in front of you, your eyes meeting gojo's bright ones through the reflection.

he looks absolutely sinful, hair disheveled and lips swollen from your heavy make out session that had taken place mere minutes ago. his eyes scan your body, and you can feel yourself shiver as his other hand trails up your thigh and towards your cunt.

"keep your eyes on me. yeah, sweetheart?" gojo breathes. you nod even though you know it's more of a command than a request, your body trembling in anticipation as you feel his hand ghost over your skin. you gasp when his hand comes up to press against your stomach, pulling you closer to him as he grins.

you can't help but wiggle in place, feeling the hardness of his dick pressing up against your ass. a tiny sigh leaves your lips as you shift once more, grinding back against gojo in an attempt to get some type of reaction from him.

"oh!" you gasp, breathing in sharply when gojo dips his hand lower. you watch through the mirror as as his fingers glide across your skin, light caresses causing you to shiver before he finally stops where you want him the most.

"so wet already?" gojo asks, running two fingers along your folds. he holds them up to your face, humming in delight when he sees the light sheen that coats it. "all for me?"

you nod in response, your hand clamping onto his forearm as he reaches down to rub soft circles around your clit.

"does that feel good?" gojo whispers into your ear. you whine in response, and gojo leans down to nip at your neck. "use your words, angel."

"yes! that feels good!" you cry out, trying not to let your eyes flutter closed in pleasure. your hand is still firmly wrapped around his arm, and you can feel his muscles tensing underneath your touch as he plays with your clit.

another whine leaves you when gojo pulls his hand away, and you feel your cheeks fill with heat when he spreads your legs even wider. your legs are hooked over his, your pussy on display in the reflection in front of you. gojo's grin grows as he observes you, and you find yourself shrinking back into him until he shakes his head.

"don't hide," he murmurs, looking away from you in order to trail kisses down the side of your neck. you moan softly when his lips brush against the sensitive spot below your jaw, barely registering the fact that his hand is creeping back in between your legs. "would you really be so mean as to hide any of this from me?"

you bite your lip when gojo slips a finger into your cunt, fucking you shallowly as he sucks on your neck. your hand reaches for his arm once more, and you feel gojo smile against your skin when you try to grind down against him.

you arch your back when his other arm wraps around you as well, his long fingers working deftly at your clit as he works another finger into you. he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, setting a faster pace as you do your best to keep your eyes on the mirror.

"look at you, taking my fingers so well," gojo whispers, angling his wrist in order to hit the deepest part inside of you. "who's making you feel this good?"

"you are, 'toru," you say, noticing the way gojo's eyes darken slightly at the sound of the nickname. "it's always you."

gojo hums at your response, pinching your clit lightly and drawing a breathy squeal out from you. you buck your hips against his hand, your tummy flooding with heat as you chase your high.

"you close, angel?"

"yes! yes, oh my god, yes!" you whimper, squirming in gojo's lap as you feel your orgasm approaching. gojo keeps an even pace even as you tremble in his hold, cumming with a high-pitched cry of his name as you cream all over his fingers. he thrusts his fingers in and out of you at a leisurely pace even after you slump back against him, his other hand coming up to rub soothing circles on your hip.

"open up."

gojo's fingers press against your lips, and you part them without hesitation, your tongue swirling around them as you taste yourself. you keep your eyes on his throughout the interaction, dutifully sucking on his fingers until they're clean. the sight of you, so pliant and willing underneath his touch, makes gojo's head swim, and he can't help himself from tightening his grip on your hip.

it isn't long until he's pulling his fingers out of your mouth, tapping your hip lightly to get you to stand up for a brief moment. you stand in front of him, still facing the mirror as gojo unbuttons his pants before pulling them down along with his underwear. your eyes follow his hand as it wraps around his dick, the pretty tip oozing pre-cum as he strokes himself a few times. he grins at you through the reflection, lithe fingers spreading around his own arousal as you bite your lip.

his abs flex as he keeps a slow pace, working his dick as he reaches over to the bedside table to grab a condom. you watch with rapt attention as he tears the small package open with his teeth, pulling out the condom before rolling it on smoothly, humming in contentment when he notices your heavy gaze.

"come here," he says, patting his thigh. you turn and approach him slowly, one of his legs between both of your as you perch yourself on his thigh, a shiver running down your spine when you feel the thick of his thigh rub against your clit. you loop your arms around gojo's neck, making sure to push off the blindfold still sitting haphazardly in his hair. you kiss him slowly as his hair falls into his face and gojo reciprocates the action as you start grinding down on his thigh. it isn't long before his strong hands grip your waist, bringing your movements to a sudden halt. "no, sweetheart," he murmurs against your lips, giving you a final kiss before pulling away. "turn around for me."

gojo feels his heart lurch when you look up at him with the softest eyes, a hint of confusion visible as you hum questioningly at his words. he feels his dick twitch at the sight, relishing in the fact that he's the only one who gets to see you like this; with swollen lips and pretty marks decorating your neck as you look at him with lust-blown pupils. you let his hands ease you off his thigh, turning you around once you're back on your feet.

his hands are still firm on your body as he pulls you back into him, rubbing his dick up and down your slit before slowly starts pushing into you. he lets go of you soon after, making eye contact with you through the mirror as a silent form of encouragement. a low groan leaves gojo's lips as you start to sink down on him, your cunt spasming around his dick as you try to take him in.

"feels good, 'toru. i feel so full!" you gasp, eyes fluttering shut briefly. it feels like he's bullying his way inside of you, and you hiss lightly as you come to a stop, trying your best to relax. noticing your struggle, gojo begins to trail kisses along your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you keep whining.

"you're doing so good for me, angel," he says against your skin, one hand trailing down to circle your clit while the other plays with your tits. you arch your back, leaning into his touch as he does his best to distract you. gojo thrusts up into you shallowly, easing himself into you inch by inch as your breathing stutters. you squirm in his lap when you finally take all of him in, trying to get used to his length as his fingers keep brushing against your clit.

"please move, satoru," you whimper, grinding down on his dick as you rest your back against his chest. gojo breathes in shakily at your action, kissing your neck one last time before pulling his hand back to his side. you whine at the loss of contact, and gojo can't help the low chuckle that leaves him when he hears you.

"i'll move on one condition," gojo says, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "you have to watch as i fuck you."

you nod shakily, taking a deep breath in at his words before focusing your attention on the mirror. there's a smug smile on gojo's face as he grips your hips, moving you up and down his length slowly. you're slightly overwhelmed by the way he feels, his long dick dragging against every inch of your pussy every time he thrusts in and out. your eyes are drawn to your cunt, and you watch, entranced, at the way he seems to slide in and out of you so easily.

"touch yourself for me," gojo commands, bright blue eyes locked on yours as he keeps a steady pace. your fingers move shakily towards your clit, and gojo's eyes follow the movement as you start circling the sensitive bud. broken gasps fall from your lips, only growing louder when gojo angles his hips slightly, the head of his dick hitting the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

"you're about to cum, aren't you sweetheart?" gojo grunts, his hips slapping against you a little harder as he speeds up. "i can feel it. that pretty little pussy of yours is gripping me so— fuck! so tight. it's like you were fucking made for me."

gojo's words and low grunts are more than enough to push you over the edge, especially when your fingers are only adding to the sensations as you play with your clit. your body seizes up briefly as your second orgasm comes crashing down on you, a shiver running through your body as you cry out. the only thing that leaves your lips are cries of 'satoru!' and a broken whine as he wraps an arm around your waist and continues to thrust up into you.

"'toru, too much," you whimper, eyes closed and legs twitching as he fucks you through your orgasm. gojo slows down his thrusts as you slump against him, enjoying the way your chest heaves as you catch your breath.

"do you want to stop?" gojo asks softly, resting his chin on your shoulder as his hands come up to cup your breasts. you shake your head, turning to plant a kiss on gojo's cheek. "are you sure?"

"positive," you breathe, moaning when his fingers pinch at your nipples. "i wanna make you feel good."

you look at him through the mirror, a puzzled look painting your face when gojo's hands leave your body. you watch as he leans back on elbows, abs flexing as he looks at you hungrily. you feel your cunt clench around him at his look, and he lets out a low grunt before speaking. his tone is lower, rougher than usual, letting you know that although he's been composed throughout the entirety of the evening, he wants you just as bad as you want him.

"you wanna make me feel good?" he asks, a mocking undertone to his words as you nod quickly. he feels his dick twitch at the look in your eyes, and he chuckles breathily as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. "then be a good girl and fuck yourself on my dick for me. okay, angel?"

you place your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as you begin to move your hips up and down his length, enjoying the soft whines you're drawing out from gojo's lips as you do so. you shudder lightly, the feeling of gojo's dick nestled deep inside of you causing your pace to falter after only a few minutes. it isn't long until you're struggling to keep a steady rhythm, prompting gojo to grab at your ass and guide you.

"doing so good f'me," gojo grunts, trying his best to stop himself from taking control to thrust into you the way he was doing so earlier. "'m close."

"me too," you breathe, feeling the familiar pressure building in your lower tummy.

"already?" gojo laughs, squeezing your ass when you nod in response. he takes pity on your stuttered movements, moving his hips to meet your thrusts halfway in an attempt to reach his orgasm.

"fuck!" gojo hisses, his thrusts getting sloppier as his hands dig into the softness of your ass. "i'm cum— i'm cumming, you feel so good, baby."

one look in the mirror is all it takes for you to gush around his cock, the sight of him biting his lip, abs flexing as he looks down at your cunt in fascination, being more than enough to trigger your third orgasm of the night.

you fall back against his chest, cunt spasming as your orgasm hits. gojo whimpers into your ear, the feeling of your cunt clamping down on his dick throwing his mind into a frenzy. a few more thrusts is all it takes for both of you to ride out your high, and you can't help but flinch as he pulls out, shivering at your own sensitivity but feeling unusually empty without his dick.

he lays you down on the bed before pressing a fluttery kiss to your chest, only leaving your side to dispose of his condom before crawling back into bed besides you. you hum contentedly as he gathers you up in his arms, capturing your lips in a deep, languid kiss as he pulls you onto his chest.

"you did so good for me," gojo praises, being met with a breathless smile from you. he closes his eyes as you press a kiss to his chest, your fingers tracing mindless patterns against his skin as you cuddle into him. it's silent for a few minutes, the two of you basking in the afterglow of your orgasms until he hears you call out his name softly.

"satoru?"

"hmm?' gojo responds lazily, already half asleep with you in his arms. you don't respond for a few seconds, and he almost lets himself fall asleep, only to let out a laugh when you finally voice your thoughts.

"using that mirror was the best decision we ever made."

ty for reading <3 !!

[harryspet]

Bimbo reader maybe / kinda like hostage situation where she is in a cabin with him and she has Stockholm syndrome 🥹

[warnings] dark!daddy!rafe x bimbo!little!reader, this takes place in a cabin though i realize now i don't even mention it lol, DUBCON, stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping

18+ MDNI

“Have you been good today, hmm?”

Eagerly, you nodded, gazing up at your captor with hopeful eyes. You had been diligent, completing every task on the list he had assigned and waiting patiently for his return. Today was special, he had promised that, as a reward, he would finally let you out of your room.

“I have been, Daddy, I promise,” You answered obediently. You rose from your desk, crossing your bedroom, and handing him your homework, “Look, I did all my worksheets.”

“I see, get down on your knees baby while Daddy looks these over.”

You smiled weakly, holding onto his legs to steady yourself as you lowered yourself to the ground in front of him. You looked up at his figure, strong and imposing, and instinctively your hands found the button of his jeans. 

You recalled the effort you had put in throughout the day: matching baby animals with their mothers, coloring vibrant butterflies from Africa, tracing the alphabet with charming illustrations, and rhyming words by pairing pictures of objects that sounded alike. Each task was completed with care in sparkling pink ink, while you wore a plaid skirt that barely covered your white underwear.

Rafe was kind to let your mind be occupied while he was away. It kept you mentally stimulated. A little girl like you shouldn’t have to concern herself with adult matters, but there was still so much to learn.

“You did such a good job, baby. Tell Daddy something you learned.”

Unzipping his pants, you freed his cock from his jeans. Wrapping your hands around the thick base of him, Rafe’s lips parted and he gave you a look of wanting, of anticipation, “Uh, uhm, something I learned ….oh!” Something came to your mind just as you brought your lips closer to his tip, “I learned about patterns. Patterns repeat in a certain way. Like red-blue-red-blue, that’s a pattern!”

Strong hands caressed your cheek as beautiful blue eyes stared down at you, “What a smart little bunny. You make Daddy so hard, baby,” He groaned huskily as your mouth filled with spit and you took his tip inside your mouth, “Fuck, that’s a good girl.”

It wasn’t your favorite thing to do with Rafe. Prying your mouth open often made your jaw ache and the taste …you didn’t love the taste. However, Rafe would get mad if you didn’t swallow. . Over time, you had perfected the art of swallowing him and forcing a smile through the discomfort. It wasn’t pleasant, but you had learned that keeping him happy meant he would finish quickly.

“I love that fucking mouth,” Rafe grunted as you swirled your tongue around him. You pumped him with your hands as your mouth focused on his moth sensitive area, “Smart little bunny. So good at sucking my cock.”

Rafe had a habit of talking to himself while you were with him, and you had come to accept it as part of the routine. He preferred to grab your head and push himself deeper when he was close, which was the only way he wanted to finish. That’s when you often found yourself struggling to catch your breath, with tears usually welling up in your eyes as you waited for him to let you breathe again. When he finally did, you felt a wave of relief and focused on maintaining a composed appearance. You tried to stifle your coughs and gave him a look that conveyed your gratitude.

“Good girl,” He’d usually say as he rubbed himself across your lips, tapping himself against your cheeks as he made a mess of you, “What do you say?”

“Thank you, Daddy, for letting me suck your cock.”

“You’re welcome, bunny.”

“Does that mean I-I can leave my room today?”

Rafe nodded his head as he concealed himself again, looking down at you as he zipped his pants, “You’re just so excited, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head quickly, practically bouncing in place, “Yes, yes, I’m super–really excited!”

“You want up?” He held his hands out to you, a comforting gesture. You placed your hands in his and Rafe helped you to your feet before lifting you into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him and he carried you towards the door. 

You were smart to always obey your Daddy.

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