#but my body still wont fuckin let me

[truckstoptigers]

i can't stop thinking about it. it feels like someone's using sandpaper on all my insides and then pouring bleach over them or rubbing salt into them over and over and i can't do anything to stop it

[theokusgallery]

OKAY OKAY I SAW YOUR MOST RECENT ART POST

AND I LOVE IT

BUT BUT

I'M SORRY BUT

SUNNY LOOKS LIKE HE'S PROCESSING THAT THIS BLONDE GAYASS GUY LIKES HIM

HE GOT NO THOUGHTS

AT ALL

BEHIND THOSE EYES

I'M SORRY DON'T KILL ME PLEASE

Sunny's like "oh shit when he said he liked me he meant it"

[sturnsdarling]

'just need t'feel you around me'

part two of 'are you still awake?', Chris cant keep his hands off y/n once they make amends after an argument.

vibe check: pure SMUT, needy!chris, bigdick!chris, spooning position, sleepy!reader, needy!reader, 'skip the foreplay' type sex, all that good shit you get the vibes, falling asleep with it inside after sex (I wont tell you to wrap it but i will tell you to GO FOR A PISS AFTER YOU FUCK YOU DON'T WANT A UTI)

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A/N: thankyou for all the love on part one hehe. soft and needy chris makes my toes curl like i'm biting the pillow as we speak. also you just know that chris is chatty as fuck during sex, kid loves the stimulation that comes with dirty talk so this is very verbal lol i hope you guys don't mind

love and cigs, merc

...."I jus' need t'feel you around me" Chris whispered, pulling his stiff length from his black boxers and pumping himself slightly into the curve of your ass.

You whined tiredly, the soft pressure of his leaking tip against your fleshy skin making you somewhat desperate, despite how adamant you were on Chris 'doing all the work'

Chris chuckled at your needy whines, "you still tired, ma?", he said, as he stroked his cock along your wet and puffy folds, collecting all your juices on his tip.

"mhm" you whimpered, stretching slightly and arching your back into him, the tip of his cock pressing into your hole ever so slightly with your movement.

Chris sucked the air around him in through his teeth, the very brief sensation of your sopping hole around him making him feel a little lightheaded. He pushed his cock between your folds, letting it push through them and into the soft skin of your thighs as they pressed together, palming the flesh of your ass with bruising pressure as he pulled your cheeks apart, edging his thumb painfully close to your core.

"so wet f'me and I ain't even touched you" He said in a low hum, a cheesy smirk forming on his face as he dipped his thumb into your pussy.

Your whole body shifted at the sensation, arching back into him even more as he ducked an arm in between you and the bed, wrapping it up and round you, taking a handful of your tit in his hand.

"mphm, Chris" you whined softly into the plush white pillow.

"hmm, I love it when you're all sleepy like this, baby, s'soft n' sexy" He said, peppering wet kisses along the curve of your shoulder and up to bite softly at your earlobe as he continued to tease your hole with slow thrusts between your folds.

"need you, Chris" you said through a whimper.

"m'right here, ma, what d'you need from me, huh? tell me" He whispered in your ear, a cheshire cats smile spread across his face as he felt you begin to push back onto his hips, his cock growing painfully hard as it leaked pre-cum over the soft, fleshy skin of your thighs.

"need you t'stretch me out, Chris, please" you brought your arm round behind you and raked your fingers though his hair, tugging at the root slightly.

A low and gravelly moan left Chris' throat and, with your begging, he was a desperate mess. He pulled his hips back from your ass, lining himself up with your glistening hole, his hand still gripping your ass and the other rubbing and pinching at your hardened nipple. He pressed his throbbing tip inside of your gummy walls, the sensation of you immediately clenching around him causing him to instinctively buck into you, bottoming out instantly.

A pornographic whine left your throat as Chris' teeth clenched around your shoulder, the sting of his cock stretching you out coupled with the warm pressure of his tongue, soothing over the mark forming on your shoulder made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Chris' pumped in and out of you at an agonising pace, pulling out almost completely only to be sucked back in by your clenching, sopping hole.

"christ, baby, y'so fuckin tight around me" He moaned, pulling at the flesh of your ass before slapping the skin lightly.

You tugged harder on his hair, and he pushed his hand up and over your hip, dipping his long fingers down to find your puffy clit as he kept his agonising pace, fucking into you desperately slow.

He rubbed slow circles over your clit, your head hanging back on its hinge into his warm chest, a soft moan leaving your open mouth.

"thats it, jus' feel it baby, you feel so fuckin' good, so fuckin' good" He whispered gentle praises into your ear as he fucked into you, the pressure of his fingers against your clit making your whole body tingle.

All you could do was moan in response, your vision going blurry as your high was fast approaching, a familiar knot forming in your stomach as you clenched harder around Chris' cock.

"I never wanna fight with you again, princess, love ya too much to ever make you wanna go to bed without me ever again" He pressed warm, open mouth kisses along the side and back of your neck.

"I love you too, Chris, s'much" you whimpered.

Chris near enough growled into your ear at the sound of you telling him you love him, as if he hadn't heard it a thousand times. He picked up his pace slightly, fucking into you harder as he rubbed steady circles around your clit.

"tell me again, baby, tell me you love me, please"

"I love you, Chris" you moaned out, his faster pace bringing out closer and closer to your release.

"mphm, keep saying it, I love it when you say it" he grunted into your skin, chasing his own high now.

"fuck, I love you" your thighs started to shake as your stomach tensed completely, the act of telling him you love him as he desperately fucks into you only serving to turn you on more.

"oh shit, y'gonna make me cum, cum with me please, ma, cum all over my dick" Chris' hips began to stutter against your ass.

As if it was a reflex, Chris telling you to cum did exactly that, and your whole body shook in his grip as you released sticky hot cum all over his length, the juices forming a white ring around his base. "I love you, I love you, I love you" you whimpered out, clenching around him like a vice as you came.

"I love you more, princess, I lov-" Chris' words were cut off by a guttural moan as he came inside of you, his long threads of white cum painting your insides.

He stuttered into you, using his cum as lube as he rode out his high, unable to pull himself from you, desperate for the warmth your wet pussy provided.

Soft moans filled his room as he came to a halt, resting his head down onto your shoulder as you caressed his tousled hair.

"might jus' stay like this for a little longer, don't think i've had enough a'you yet" Chris said, bringing his arm up and pulling you into him, locking around you as he nestled his hips into your ass.

You let out a tired chuckle, nodding and curling back into him. Chris' warm skin pressed against yours, coupled with his tight grip around you lulled you to sleep almost instantly, and Chris wasn't far behind. You fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other with his dick still tucked snug between your walls.

Even though arguing with Chris was horrible, the make-up sex was always worth it.

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[moechies]

sukuna nii <3

cw view at your own discretion . . . use of nii chan, suggestive, reader is naked, physical abuse, coercion/manipulation, heavy degradation

punishments with sukuna nii were the worst. they were relentless, and never left you conscious. when you see the glint in his eyes in the mirror as he drives you guys home, it makes you wish you had never looked into a direction of another man.

“kuna m-m sorry… please i-it hurts..” you cry out desperately and naked below him, you know your pleads are useless.

“no. you haven’t learned your lesson yet,” he bends down besides you and grips hardly onto your burning damp cheeks.

“ya know how this is gonna end, so why don’t ya just take it?”

his hand slaps across your face, letting out a pained cry as you looked below you. not daring to look up at your fuming big brother.

“n-nii-“

“come up here.” he sits down on the living room sofa, patting his thigh signaling for you to sit on his lap. you wobble your way over to your brother, wiping the streaming tears off your face.

“bend over.” and when you do, you feel a harsh press on your back to keep you still, and in place. you grip onto his pants for a sense of safety, and shut your eyes tight to try and bare the pain. before you could let out another cry, a burning slap came down on your soft ass.

“this is what ya get. you don’t get to be my good little sister anymore, just a worthless cummy bitch.“ another slap lands on your ass, and you know better than to talk back right now. your heart clenches with the mean words from your brother, muffling your cries into his thigh.

another slap falls on your ass, but this time he makes his way to keep his hand on and fondles you. you feel his hand begin to get warmer and warmer, until it’s burning your asscheek,

“n-nii chan..! s-stop..! it-it hurts, nii chan please, please..!” your squirms are worthless with his heavy hand on your back, the burning beginning to become more and more intense.

“n-nii c-chan please… i-i love you.. p-please st-stop… m only gonna love you please… “

his sweet sisters voice is so soft, and so pained, he can’t help but show a bit of compassion before pulling his hand off of you. but his words speak otherwise,

“don’t fuckin call me that. ain’t your nii chan anymore, since ya wanna get drugged and get fucked out on the street. maybe i should jus let you.”

“n-no..! no! please..! ni-nii, give me another c-chance please! i-i’ll only be f’you! w-wont ever disappoint y-you again.. please.. d-dont le-leave me i don’t want you to go..”

with sobs escaping you, you raise your body up to him, hugging him tightly with your bruised arms around his neck. and even though you can’t see, you can feel the smirk crawl onto his previously stern face.

your big mean brother knows what he does to you, and he loves it.

[archangeldyke-all]

Thinking about Sevika’s very pregnant very hormonal wife crying and complaining to her about nothing and Sevika realizing het wife just needs to be fed.

And fucked

love love love love love love love

men and minors dni

never in your life have you been this hormonal.

not during your worst periods as an adult.

not during the horrific throes of puberty as a teen.

not even when you were a toddler and a tantrum was just as likely as a giggle fit.

you think you might have truly lost your mind.

you're currently sobbing on the toilet-- you have been for the past twenty minutes-- not because you're sick or anything, but because you can't stop crying for long enough to heave your round body off the toilet seat.

and why are you crying? because you got frustrated by how often you have to pause your video game to get up and pee because you're eight fucking months pregnant, and your bladder's the size of a thimble.

you know it's a ridiculous thing to cry about. you know it's just your hormones overwhelming you. none of this knowledge can stop the sobs from wracking your body, though.

there's a knock on the bathroom door. "baby? have you seen my fuzzy socks?" sevika asks.

you sniffle and try to make your voice sound steady. "ch-check the dryer!" you call.

there's a suspicious silence outside of the bathroom, and then the door flies open, your wife wearing a worried look. "are you crying in here all alone?" she asks the moment she sees your face.

you pout, and fall apart all over again.

"oh, baby." sevika's by your side in an instant, wrapping her arms around you and pulling your head toward her stomach. "what's wrong, love?" she asks. "why didn't you come get me?" she asks.

you sniffle and choke out a few words. "b-because it's stu-u-pid!" you whine. "i can't s-s-stop cryin' and i'm not even that upse-e-et." you complain to your wife. "and now i can't get off the toilet 'cause i'm too weak from crying!"

sevika's face clears with relief when she realizes nothing's really wrong with you, and she bends down to give you a kiss. "our little girl's really runnin' a number on you, huh?" she asks, reaching down to pat your swollen belly.

you nod against sevika's shirt, using it as a face-wipe for all your tears and boogers. "i pee all the time. i f-feel like i should just live on the fuckin' toilet."

"but i'd miss you if you were in here all the time." sevika pouts. you snort. "c'mon love." she grunts as she hikes her arm under your shoulder and knees, hauling you off the toilet.

you giggle a little in your wife's arms, clinging to her as she walks you to your bedroom. "what're you doing with me?" you ask.

"'m takin' care of you." she whispers as she pulls your pants off your legs. you huff, a few tears still escaping your eyes, and sevika kisses your bare thigh.

"i haven't showered in days." you warn as sevika pushes your legs further apart. she groans.

"good. i love you musty."

you giggle a little, then cry some more. "you're gross. 'n way too nice to me." you whimper. sevika chuckles.

"my poor baby. such a fuckin' mess since i knocked you up, huh?" she teases. you nod and pout, letting your emotions control you, knowing sevika wont judge you for it. "i gotcha babe. just lay there 'n let it all out for me." she whispers, before ducking down and sucking one long stripe up your cunt.

sevika groans and you whimper as she sucks your clit into her mouth. for a few minutes, she just suckles and kisses your clit, making you a shaky, whiny mess. most of your cries are being blocked out by your moans, but there are still tears running down your cheeks.

"so fuckin' pretty when you cry, baby." sevika whispers. you gulp.

"shut up."

"it's true. your eyes get all sparkly and your skin gets all shiny-- fuck, you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen."

you huff another laugh at this-- you're covered in hormonal acne and in third day pajamas-- but sevika blinks up at you like she really means it.

"you-- would you just--" you pull sevika's mouth back to your cunt before she can make you any more flustered with her words. your emotions are swinging wildly from the sudden stubborn sad-attack you've encoutnered, and the wild, childlike excitement and bashfulness you always feel around your wife.

which means that every time she blinks up at you, her pretty silver eyes barely visible over the bump of your belly, your heart stutters and your cunt clenches and a few tears leak out of your eyes.

when she reaches up and intertwines her hands with yours, you cum. it catches you completely off guard-- but the simple, sweet, intimate gesture made you topple over into a mess of cum and tears.

they're not sad-tears anymore, though. they're tears of joy and love-- all for the woman who's crawling up from between your legs with a big smile on her lips-- your cum covering her cheeks and chin. "that was quick." she teases. (she loves how easy you are now that you're pregnant. it turns her on endlessly.)

you grunt and flip her off. "are you gonna keep teasing me or are you gonna come sit on my face?" you ask.

sevika smirks, then leans down to kiss you deeply.

you gasp against her lips, relaxing into the kiss, taking in the taste of you still on her tongue.

when sevika pulls away, your head is fuzzy and your stomach is fluttering with butterflies. you blink up at her as she grins down at you.

"you stay here and take a nap. i'm gonna draw you a bath and make you a sandwich-- then maybe i'll join you." she says with a sweet little wink.

you blink up at your wife, and then burst into a fresh round of tears. above you, sevika cackles.

"is this 'cause you can't eat me out or...?" she asks. you groan and flip her off again.

"it's 'cause you're fuckin' perfect you asshole. what the fuck?" you ask.

sevika just giggles, pulls the blankets over your body, and kisses your forehead as she hands you a few tissues.

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[engstlersbueckers]

E. Engstler NSFW Alphabet

A/N: Haven’t seen anyone do this yet. lets mix it up.lmk what ya think and apologies for any mistakes!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s an angel when it comes to aftercare.Asking multiple times if she was too rough with you and no matter how much you insist you can do it on your own,she always cleans you up. “Uh uh. You stay right here I got it baby.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Emily’s an ass girl. I said wtf I said. She’s always grabbin on your ass. Loves rubbing it when you’re cuddling and dont get me started on when she’s fucking you from behind. The sound your ass makes when she’s hittin it from the back drives her crazy. As for you,her hands(quite literally) have a chokehold on you. All she’s gotta do is move her hands in a certain way and your mind just fixates on it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’s addicted to making you cum. She wont stop until you’re gushing all over her fingers,tongue,strap,etc. Your taste is something she can’t live without.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory,)

She’s not really super secretive about what she wants to do with you. If it’s something she wants to try she’s gonna tell you straight up.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh she definitely knows what she’s doing. The best sex you’ve ever had in your life was from her. The way she fucks is unique,but she can lay it down like her strap is attached to her body.

F=Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. Like i said a few letters ago she loves the feeling of your ass bouncing against her.And in doggy,she can still get up in your ear and talk to you,pull your hair,and reach around and play with your clit all she wants.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Not much laughing during the act but afterwards she’ll have you cracking up. Usually saying something dumb like “I hope I wont lookin’ at you all crazy I was really into it.”

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She always says “The only hair you’re gonna find is on my head” so do with that what you will.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You mean everything to her so she fucks you like it. She takes her time to warm you up before she even takes off her own clothes.When she’s putting her strap in you, she holds you really close and kisses you while she slides it in. “There it is…That’s my fuckin’ girl.So pretty for me.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t touch herself much. Maybe on certain occasions like an away game she’ll call you and you get off together. But not much other than that. She has great self control.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She’s pretty big on asphyxiation. She loves to choke you. Especially if you’re in front of a mirror,she loves seeing your eyes glaze over in the reflection and feeling how tight you get when she does it.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Yall have pretty much done it all over the apartment. But her personal favorite is in the shower.The warm water running down your bodies while you kiss and touch all over each other,the way she presses you against the shower door. Theres something about it thats so hot to her.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The sounds you make get her so riled up,but it’s one particular sound you make every time she hits your g-spot,it almost bottoms her out she loves it so much.“Oh my god,fuck. Make that noise again baby,I love it.”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything either of you are uncomfortable with you wont do.Pretty straightforward.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves giving you head.Every single time she does you damn near have to push her off you to get her to stop. The sensation of her piercings just intensifies it too.So anytime shes licking up your slit,or sucking your clit you can feel them<3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Definitely depends on the mood. If you’re feeling really intimate,she’ll fuck you nice and slow and deep. Taking her time to fill you up to the hilt. But when she’s angry or really fired up,it’s game over for you.She’ll have your eyes in the back of your head within seconds. Just pounding away at you like you’re her favorite sex toy.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

There’s not really much time in either of your schedules for quickies so you don’t really do them often. Unless it’s right before a date or an important event and you have some time to kill.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Both of you agreed to be pretty open minded with a lot of things,including things that involve your sex life.So she’s almost always down for experimenting.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Baby,she’s an athlete. She can go for however long she pleases. She even teases you about being able to keep up after a couple rounds. “No way you’re tappin’ out on me already? C’mon gimme one more.”

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Most of the toys that you own she uses them on you. Of course you can use them whenever you want but she prefers to help you out. Like if its a vibrator she’ll sit you between her legs and keep it right on top of your clit while she teases your breasts and talks you through it.“I know…I know baby. You’re doing so good for me. Makin’ me so proud.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves teasing you. When she does it she’ll do something real subtle like “accidentally” resting her hand waay too close to your inner thigh. Then when you call her out she’ll play dumb.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s more of a talker than anything.But she prefers when you’re the one getting loud for her. “Dont cover your fuckin’ mouth lemme hear it. Let everyone know whos fuckin’ the shit out of this pussy.”

W = Wild card (a random

headcanon for the character)

Okay..personally I feel like she’s really into phone sex. Like i feel like a broken record when i say that she loves being verbal with you. And she thinks it’s so hot that she has the power to get you off even when you’re miles away from each other. Of course she’ll always leave you anticipating what she’s gonna do to you when she comes back. “Hope you don’t have anything planned cuz once I get home I’m tearin’ that pussy up.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s not on some wimpy dick shit. When she says she’s packing,she doesn’t just mean there’s a strap in her pants. That thing got some size to it. Her biggest one she has in “the shoebox” is an 8 inch. (It’s also your personal favorite :) )

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

She can be hard to read sometimes,but when her sex drive is high,you can tell because she gets really handsy. Not just the usual touching but she’s constantly grabbing your ass ,kissing all over your neck,she can just be straight up pussywhipped sometimes.

A/N:Yay you made it to the end!! This is my first ever time writing one of these so I really hope you liked it. If you have any requests my inbox is always open. I love youu<3

-S🩷

[bi-writes]

more childhood-bestfriend!roommate!simon x fem!reader because im a mess inside and he can fix me

more bestfriend!roommate!simon (part 2/?)

cw: unwanted suggestive advances (verbal only), protective!simon

he wont leave. he's been sitting at the counter all night, nursing a mug of coffee that he keeps sneaking splashes from his flask into. he's gotten progressively drunker as the hours passed, but you paid him no mind, continuing to serve other customers. you said nothing to him, just kept refilling his mug when he held it out to you and ignoring him.

"what a pretty dress, love...look at ya."

"got somewhere to be after this? wanna grab a drink?"

"ya look so nice, got the eyes of a kitten...hope ya don't bite..."

the patrons that passed by him glared and told him to shut up, but he just kept whispering to you as you went by him. you shrugged it off gracefully, keeping the smile on your face as you poured someone more coffee. words were harmless, and even though he came off as a creep, he was drunk--and drunk people were stupid people.

you smoothed out the skirt of your dress. it was short, riding up every time you reached up on a high shelf. you tried not to snap at the man every time he whistled when you did.

when you made your way to the back to pick up a few plates, one of the cooks asked if you were okay.

"fine," was how you answered. "besides, if he makes a move, i dont think he'll like it when i pour hot coffee down his pants."

but he wont leave. he has been sitting there, and the clock read two in the morning, and your shift was ending.

he wont leave. he was in your way, blocking the door to the counter. he stumbled a little on his feet, and you raised your brow.

"you gonna move? youre in my way," you said finally, sighing.

"whoa, whoa...no need to get all bent out of shape. i need another coffee."

"my shift is over. get your own damn coffee."

you moved to go around him, and he stepped to the side, blocking you again.

"whoa, whoa! all fiery all of the sudden? cmon, darling, let's go get a drink, yeah?"

"listen, i've been patient and kind all night," you laughed bitterly. "but you're starting to get on my last nerve. so why don't you sit down, pay your bill, and go home, huh?"

he didn't like that. he frowned, puffing out his chest a little, narrowing his eyes.

"hey, you got a mouth on ya, pretty lady, and i don't like it."

"oh yeah? look how much i care," you snapped. "now get out of my way, or ill make you."

the bell chimed above the door, ringing and filling the tension in the room. you sneered at the man who tried to intimidate you, clenching your jaw.

"oi," a familiar voice spoke up. "do we have a problem here?"

"yeah, mate, this fuckin' waitress thinks she can say whatever she wants to customers and still get a tip."

"i would watch your tone if i were you," you spoke lowly. "he doesn't like it when you're rude."

"listen, here--"

the man raised his hand, and suddenly a gloved hand shot out and gripped his wrist, tugging him backwards.

"oh, mate, what are y'thinkin', huh?" simon towered over him. taller, broader, the black of his outfit making him that much more intimidating and that much more frightening. his hood was up, his eyes the only visible part of him, but they were angry. hard and dry and angry, narrowed as he used one arm to yank the man backwards, putting himself between you. "you raise a hand, y'raise it to me, yeah? ohhh...what's the matter? lost your voice all of a sudden?"

"i-i...i--"

"this man givin' you a problem, luv?" simon asked. he turned his body to face him, tightening his grip on the man's wrist. the man hissed, his knees buckling a little as he grabbed a nearby table for support.

"it's fine, simon," you sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. "he's just...drunk."

"i don't believe that for a second."

simon shoved him away, watching as the man's back slammed into the window behind him. he shook, terrified, covering his face with his arms.

"i think you knew exactly what you were doin'," simon accused. "y'like preying on pretty women, mate? well, unfortunately for you, i taught this one a nasty right hook, and i might just let her have some practice, would you like to practice, luv?"

"hey, i think he gets the point," you put a hand on simon's arm, soothing the tense muscle there with gentle circles. "let's go home."

"i dunno, does he get the point?"

the man nodded furiously, sinking to the ground as he kept his hands up for protection.

"right, if you get the point, why are you still fuckin' in here?!"

simon slammed the window next to him with the palm of his hand, and the man scrambled to his feet ungracefully, the bell dinging as he scurried out into the dark. you raised a brow as simon turned around, rolling out his neck as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"you happy now?" you asked, shaking your head. "who am i kidding? youre not happy unless you put the fear of god in men, huh?"

simon held the door open for you, a hand on the small of your back as he guided you outside.

"not god, luv."

you smiled. "ohhh, thats right...fear of you."

he grunted in response, and you slipped your arm around his, watching your feet as you walked.

"you're not scary, simon. sorry to tell you."

he chuckled lowly. "not to you, maybe."

"no..." you looked back up and him, and he met your eyes. he couldn't tell that it was love in your eyes. perhaps because maybe he'd never seen it before; he wouldn't know what it really looked like. "never to me, simon."

[tadhgsstuff]

Simon fucking reader after the postpartum period and just cumming after one thrust because it feels that good

okayokayokay

thank you guys for sending in some stuff i love y’all

this is not proof read 💔

warnings: smut, insecurity, cursing etc

Simon is definitely on the more patient side (sometimes). At least he was before you had your daughter, don’t get me wrong he LOVES his little girl, he cradles her to sleep when shes fussy, he helps changing her and helps out as much as he can because he knows you’re stressed and its the first time being a parent for the both of you.

That being said, it is STRESSFUL to have a screaming child, a husband that works, and constant cleaning for the both of you, between all of this you’ve had no time to just- be together, have time with each other. Even late at night when shes finally gone to sleep, whoever didn’t put her down was already sound asleep, grasping onto whatever hours of REM they could gain.

You are both exhausted and you have no form of ‘relief’ for four to six weeks after you have the baby, and those four to six weeks were long and agonizing.

One faithful night, your mother drops by and offers to take the baby off your hands for a few hours, she lives a block away so she can call if there was any issue, at first you were hesitant to just give up your daughter but you know your mom is going to take great care of her, and probably spoil the shit out of her regardless of the fact that she cant comprehend the gifts given to her.

Finally you and your painfully attractive husband are alone, despite how much you craved him, every single centimeter of his body, his soul, his whole being, you were a little.. insecure. You rubbed your arm sitting close to him on the couch.

“Si’?”

“Yes, luvie?”

“Are you still attracted to me? Like physically? because I know I have all these stretch marks and my boobs wont ever be the same again and my body isn’t quite-“

He stops you.

“fuck are you talkin’ about? you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fuckin’ met”

he says in a harsh tone, because he genuinely thinks you’ve lost your mind, having the idea that he wasn’t attracted to you every minute of every day.

“Well maybe before I was but-“

He cuts you off again but this time he pulls your face to his and crashes his lips against yours, a smooth but captivating kiss that gets rougher by the second

“I’ll just have to show you how fuckin’ gorgeous you are”

He stands up off the couch and picks you up with him, still holding onto the desperate and sloppy kiss, he grabs your ass on the way to the bedroom just to feel you moan into his mouth. He sets you down on the bed and unbuckles his pants, he watches you start to undress yourself and stops you.

“That’s my job baby, you jus’ relax n’ take it, ‘kay?”

He’s carnivorous, he needs you but he knows to be gentle, his goal is to make you feel good, take his sweet wife’s stress away.. he takes off your garments one by one, kissing every inch of your body revealed. His underwear grow tighter because of his painfully hard cock, aching to be taken in by you for the first time in months. He finally takes his boxers off and his dick springs up, pre-cum leaking out of the tip as you lay bare, staring up at him with those stunning eyes that have never failed to captivate him, and that just makes the overwhelming hunger grow stronger.

He teases your dripping cunt with the head of his dick, drinking in the image of you. You whine, needing him finally inside you, and just like that hes sliding himself in, slowly. Feeling your warmth around his thick member, he pulls back and pistons forward. You let out a loud moan as you grip his forearm and the sheet beneath you. Simon feels you clench up and suddenly your climax was there and done, you finished in the middle of his second thrust, squeezing your eyes shut.

“I’m so sorry baby- I don’t even know how-“

“It’s okay love, we’ll try again soon and we’ll make sure you get better”

He says with a deviant smirk painting his face, walking to the bathroom to grab a towel and then to finish the job with his hand and his imagination.

(I hope this was what you wanted!)

(Edit: Okay so I just reread the wording in the ask and I did not in fact write it correctly, BUT I can always rewrite it but reversed in the future sorry guys 😞)

[kitscutie]

hiii !! i was wondering can you do a fic where rafe comes and picks the reader up from a girls night out and she’s super drunk? tyy!

girls just wanna have fun (rafe cameron x fem!reader)

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: feel bad for y/n and fluff (a little bit of psycho rafe at the end!?)

summary: after a rogue night at the boneyard you are in desperate need of comfort from your knight in shining armour - rafe cameron.

a/n: i am still trying to be more active while school is picking up but please bare with me :)

word count: 773

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Rafe pulled up to the Boneyard with a sigh. He was no stranger to this place, sure, but he was so used to being with you at these times when you would drink too much and end up being driven home in his truck. This time was different.

He had received a call from your phone, not from your friends but Kie. She had found you puking behind a log alone which sounded funny had it been anyone but you.

Your so called 'friends' from figure eight had ditched you. Rafe knew they were bitches but you ever with a golden heart had ignored his warnings, excited by their invite to a girls night meaning he could not accompany you. Now, he regretted it.

"Where is she?" He asked approaching the only person apart from you and Kie in attendance that he could mildly stand, Sarah.

She simply pointed to an area of the beach separate from the party, he appreciated that Kie had removed you from prying eyes who would no doubt speak of the Kook Princess' inability to hold alcohol tomorrow had they seen.

"Fucking finally, she wont stop crying." Kiara said, not out of anger but worry. He glanced down at you seeing you curled up in Kie's arms, eyes glassy and red, cheeks stained with tears.

"Hey baby." He said ever so gently, kneeling down to your level in the sand and no doubt ruining his expensive chinos.

"Rafe?" You whispered peeling your head from Kie's shoulder as you dared to take in your surroundings.

"Yeah it's me, you good?" He asked, lifting a hand to remove the strands of sweaty hair which had stuck to your forehead, the humidity of the Outer Banks mixing with your illness making your body ever so slightly too warm.

"No I-, I don't feel well and I can't breathe properly." You hiccupped, anxiety making your heartbeat uneasy. Your hands reached for his ironed black shirt and he let you scrunch it between your fingers, grounding your mind.

Rafe nodded at Kiara, letting her know she could leave with a silent thank you.

"Think you had too much to drink?" He asked, watching as you messily nodded in response. "You'll feel better soon then, yeah? I see you got most of it out already." He chuckled, knowing you had been sick multiple times between this moment and his phone call from Kie.

"Just wanna go home." You mumbled, leaning into his warm chest.

"Okay lets get you up then." He said standing up and taking you with him as you stumbled on your feet. "Lean against me okay? Good girl." He added as you did so. The name was comforting and soft, sure it was sometimes used during sex but in this moment it was more. Reassurance.

He supported you all the way to his truck where he buckled you in with a gentle kiss to your scrunched and rosy cheeks.

"I don't want you speaking to those girls again." He said, hands clenched around the steering wheel while his jaw clicked in place though his anger was not directed at you.

"What Kie and Sarah?" You slurred, "They helped me though." You finished as your eyes squinted beneath the street lights which flickered as you passed.

"No, no. I'd rather you talk to my fuckin' psycho sister at this point I'm talking about those Figure Eight bitches." He seethed making your head snap towards him.

"Number one, they're my friends, number two, you're also a Figure Eight bitch, no?" You giggled to yourself, knowing deep inside that his anger was justified to an extent. They weren't your friends, not really.

"They're not baby, you're kind and sensitive they're stuck up and have no personality outside of generational wealth." He replied. You saw the irony in his words though it appeared he didn't and it wasn't a hill you were ready to die on so you let it go.

"M'kay well, I feel better now you're here and I didn't like them all that much anyway I'm just surprised they would stoop that low." You sighed into the silent atmosphere as the car, feeling his gaze on you.

He softly placed a hand on your bare thigh in the darkness, squeezing it in a gesture of comfort.

"Yeah." He sighed in defeat.

In this moment, looking at you in the moonlight Rafe felt a new sense of protectiveness over you. You were naïve and too forgiving to your own detriment, he wasn't and if he could help it those girls would never see the light of day again, never mind your beautiful face.

[sinnamorolly]

*.•^Baby Lemme Lick On Your Tattoos.^•.*

summary: you come home with onys name tatted🤭

reader warnings: black coded reader, smut, creampie, reader called “princess” and “baby”,reader calls ony “papa”, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: likes are very appreciated but pls also reblog! lmk how i did, my ask box is always open to all the sexy people reading this😛🫶🏾enjoy!!

“onyyyyy” you could only whine his name as he mercilessly fucked up into your almost sore and weeping pussy. your legs grew tired from riding him a while ago, and now you were hanging onto his shoulders for dear life while he rearranged your insides.

“cmon princess, you know what i want” you tried to lift up off him with a whine. you couldn’t help it, he just so big and he was making you take all of it! “nun un don’t fuckin run from it. walkin in here wit my name on you like i wont fuck you up for days” he says at your ear before biting the lobe. his hand snaked to the nape of your neck to place a firm grip while his arm wraps around your body to hold you still for his pounding.

“omygodddd why’re you fuckin me like this” you were slurring and on the verge of tears at this point, but you already knew exactly why.

it was over an hour and 2 rounds ago when you skipped into the apartment you share with your boyfriend of 5 years, onyankopon. you had texted him that you had a surprise so he immediately sat up from the couch when you came in. “my pretty princess” he says after you giddily greet him with a kiss, “whatchu got fa me hm?”. with a mischievous little smile you turn around and pull down the waist of your velvet tracksuit to reveal a small wrapped tattoo on your lower back that reads “ONY”.

“you like it papa?” you turn your head to see him sitting there with his lip between his teeth, a growing erection, and some big ass heart eyes. you’ve had every inch of his dick in you since.

“give it ta me pretty, lemme see that cream i love. yk i love it when you get messy fa me baby.” your pussy was already squelching so much from the previous loads of cum he stuffed in you and you could only imagine the sounds that would ensue after you came.

“m so close papa fuck” your whines we’re getting louder as that knot in your stomach got closer and closer to snapping. ony briefly pauses his thrusts to lean you back and move his hand to the front of your neck before picking his pace back up. “ohhh godd” you cry into the air as you grab onto his wrist. with every thrust, tears start springing from your now crossed eyes. the stretch, the sheer force of which he’s pounding into you, and the new angle allowing his to rub right against your sweet spot became all too much.

your mouth goes slack before letting out a pornographic moan as you come undone. you flood his dick with milky white cream that piles up at the base and drips to his balls. he fucks you straight through it before pulling down to take every inch and filling you up again.

your legs are still trembling when he lifts you off his dick and kisses you slowly. he pulls away only to see your pussy leaking cum back onto his softening dick. “think that’s enough ta make a baby, princess?”

“nigga get me a ring!”

All rights reserved to sinnamorolly, do not copy or alter in any way, shape, or form.

[jammiesjars]

First time doing this , but would love Price or koing with a plus fem reader 😩🙏

OH absolutely 😋😋😋

How about a little bit of both?? Its more of a ramble but i hope these suffice 💗💗💗

I did some comfort and fluff for konigs and I did smut for price’s :)

Warnings: fluff and smut, dirty talk, talk of insecurity in königs, grinding

Price

“My pretty fuckin’ birdie…” John mutters, pawing at your thick hips and love handles. He’s got you sat on his lap in front of the mirror, blissed out beyond recognition with his cock seated inside of you.

Its your fault, honestly. John has had a hard day at work, so to see his wife wearing the nightgown she wore on their wedding night made all that frustration channel into something more… primal.

“Look at ya… how gorgeous..” He’d growl, reaching up to squeeze the fat of your tits as he lets you desperately grind down onto him. Your cunt aches, desperate for the release you’ve been denied so many times as Price plays with your body. You desperately try to lift your hips up for more friction, only to be slammed back down; the fat on your thighs rippling as it connects with his muscular ones.

“No, love. I didn’t say you could lift your hips, did I? I said you could grind.” He’d tut, rocking your hips back and forth.

“N-not enough- its not enough John-“ you’d slur, babbling incoherently as he makes you grind back on him.

“You’ll take what I give you.”

You let out pitiful moans and pleas, just for ‘a little more, john’, and promising you’ll ‘be a good girl, love.’

But it doesnt matter. Price doesnt want this to end just yet, so it wont.

He’ll keep you like this until he cant take it any longer, finally gripping the fat of your hips and fucking you into oblivion.

Konig

“You ready to go, Meine Liebe?” König would call out, his large frame standing in the doorway. Even in his own house he manages to radiate something ominous, like hes out of place.

What he didnt expect, though, was to be met with tears running down your pretty face as you stood in front of the mirror. He watched as you tugged at the dress you wore, silently sobbing as it doesnt fit exactly how you imagined. (So real)

“Schatz?” König frowns. “What’s wrong?”

König trots over, kneeling in front of you. “Whats got my wife so upset?” His large hands engulf your chubby hips that he rubs in soothing circles. It doesnt matter how plump you got, wether naturally or from königs sneaky ways of making you eat more, (poor boy was afraid you were going to wither away and he wasnt going to let that happen.) , he still somehow managed to remain larger.

Bleary eyes meet his as you babble incoherently, trying to explain that you cant go out looking like this.

“Looking like what, Meine Liebe? You look pretty.” He states, his tone straightforward. He says it like its a fact, not an opinion.

“Like- like this! Im huge-“ you blubber, more tears falling down your swollen cheeks. You attempt to step out of Königs grip, with the intentions of changing.

“Ah ah. You’re not leaving yet, maus. Let me look at my wife” He tuts, large hands roaming your body.

“So pretty and soft..” He grunts, squeezing your midsection and arms.

“König don’t touch me like that, you know how i get-“ You’d sniffle, wiping your tears.

“Hush. Ill touch my wife how I want.” Is all you get in return as he peppers soft kisses on any skin for purchase. Its almost ironic to see such a large man kneeling before you to kiss you so sweetly.

Hes content here, to kiss your skin so sweetly as wordless affirmation for his love for your body until those tears stop. And once they finally do, he’ll peer up from kissing the soft pudge of your stomach.

“My pretty maus… dont cry, Ja? You’re so beautiful.”

Is he the best with words? No. But damn will he try if it means your more comfortable in your own skin.

[yohibmbi]

slow mercy.

a/n | just a lil blurb of ellie dealing with your bratty self hehe.

warnings | smut, dom!ellie, strap on (r!receiving), spanking. (18+)

“had enough of your lip today, baby.”

realistically, you should’ve known talking back to ellie itself would lead to this, but no, you just had to one up yourself and be bratty in front of her friends… their faces when you told ellie to fuck off and stormed away before she can correct your behaviour in front of them… ellie’s not gonna live this down.

“you wanna be in a mood this morning? cool... but then you wanna act up in front of my friends? making me look like i cant control my own girlfriend? fuck no!”

she grunts out with a harsh slam of her hips, her strap filling you so deep. she’s had you on all fours for the last 20 minutes, fucking you slow and deep, then fast and hard. her nails digging into your hips, marking the soft skin there.

always alternating but never letting you cum.

you’d never cum without her permission.

you were usually her good girl… just not today.

“m’ sor-sorry, els.” she tuts and coos at your vulnerable state.

with eyes screwed shut, sweat drips down your forehead onto the pillow your face is smushed against, hands held tightly against your back by your girlfriend.

she pauses, a mercy from her slow fucking.

it still hurt nonetheless.

she releases her hold on your arms as she leans over your body to brush the damp hairs away from your forehead. her fingers trail down to your lips, gliding softly against the red, bitten skin.

she leans furthers and places a soft kiss against the corner of your lips then one to your forehead before sitting back up.

“i know, baby. i know.” hands run down your back down to hold onto your hips, deft fingers grip your plush skin like clay.

“but you should’ve known this would happen if you kept up with that attitude of yours.” she emphasises by grinding her front against your ass.

you whimper at the subtle movement and wiggle back against her, but her soft hands on your hips harden, stopping you before you could bounce.

why wont she just fuckin-?

a loud slap against your ass rings out and you jolt forward, moaning freely into the pillow. you loveee when she spanks you!

“fucking slut. you love that shit, huh?” she spanks you again before widening her stance and resuming her fast pace. hard thrusts knock you forward you almost lose balance, and the headboard thumps repeatedly against the wall.

your cries of “yes yes yes pls n’more” fill the air and ellie’s fucking beaming. she loves seeing you so fucked out… so drunk on her cock. she’s so fucking proud of you!

“good girl.” she purrs, slowing down so she can grab a pillow to place under your hips before guiding your body to lay atop of it, giving your legs a break from holding yourself up.

“now stay still before i cuff your ass to this bed.”

yeah… so worth it.

[love-me-satoru]

My Pretty Little Brat

pairings: Suguru Geto x Fem!reader!

word count: 2.3k

warnings:Smut, bratting, brat taming, sir kink, unprotected sex, attitudes, rough sex, oral (male and fem receiving),all consensual, new kink discovering

summary: you wanted to be a brat, so you did, and your boyfriend had a blast.

A/n: Okay guys i’m sorry it took so fuckin long to get this out. I truly lost all intrest in this story until a few hours ago. And if you end up reading this i do appreciate all the support thank you so much 🖤

“I’m your pretty little slut.”

You mewled out to your pretty boyfriend, who’s currently hovering over you right now. His eyes darkened while watching you.

“Good.. Now come get on your knees pretty girl.”

“Make me”

You scoffed out. His eyes never left yours. You can see the outline of his cock in his sweats. You’re practically drooling, but you refuse to listen to him.

“Come here Pretty.”

As he points to the space between his legs as you shook your head no.

“Nah i’m good sugu.”

He let’s out a dark chuckle his eyes now jet black.

“Don’t make me come get you pretty girl.”

You let out a nervous chuckle still looking at him when you found your voice again.

“Nah, you’re not gonna do shit.”

You turned away not noticing that he was slowly stalling towards you. When his lips ghosted by your ear.

“Don’t make me say it again brat.”

Your body trembled once his body touched yours.

“What’s the matter brat?”

His hands roam down your shoulders as he lowers himself. Soft kisses trailing down your neck. Your body tenses against his touch.

“Where did your little attitude go princess?” He chuckles out.

“All bark no bite huh?”

His eyes quickly connected to yours while you just smiled up at him.

“Fuck you.”

He just laughs..

“Don’t worry little girl. I got you.”

His hand wrapped around your throat pushing you flushed against the bed His free hand roaming under your shirt finding your pretty tits. Softly tugging on your nipples as you let out a sting of moans your tried to thrash out of his grip but he's stronger than you holding you completely still.

"Ugh! Youre such a perv!"

Once again he just laughs

"Says the one whos moaning like a slut."

Your face now burning red.

"Now, now pretty girl dont get all embarrssed now."

His massive body now hovering over your eyes rapidly searching for any means, to get away from your freakishly hot and massive man your cunt is screaming to be played with but you dont want to give him the satisfaction that he was right.

“You know i already know what youre thinking pretty girl.”

His hand got slightly tighter around your neck.

“Wanna run away from me little girl?”

His gaze burning into your pretty eyes when your eyes finally looked on his. your thighs are closed slightly rubbing together trying to get some sort of relief. but the moment his eyes caught on to what your were doing his hand was quick at work quickly forcing your thighs apart, forcing his knee in between your legs inching closer and closer to your clothed core. you whine out trying to push him away but his hand found your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Are you aloud to pleasure yourself brat?”

You tried to look away but his grip wouldnt let you

“You dont own me bitch”

A dark chuckle left his lips his knee now pushing directly into your clothed cunt. Still trying to push away from him whimper after whimper left your pretty mouth youre still trying to break all contact from him but he wont allow it.

“Where do you think youre going brat?”

Now youre annoyed with him.

“Stop fucking teasing me Sugu!”

A firm hand met your cheek before you could stop, yourself you choked out a moan your hand ran to cover your mouth his eyes still connected to your pretty face. This is all new he never slapped you before now all you want is more. Your eyes darkened.

“ I should have know you were a masochist.”

He chuckles out, next he was on you, quickly pulling your hands above your head only needing one hand to hold you down you refused to meet his eyes your thoughts running wild until his hand found your chin grounding you back to him.

“You like that baby?”

With you feeling a little embarrssed so you kept quiet your face burning as your nodded your head he just smirks.

“What was that baby? I don’t think I heard you baby.”

Now a huge pout pained your face, You looked away from him.

“Don’t make me say it Sugu.. Please..”

He laughs as his hand connected your cheek again causing you to moan out again. Your face burning red.

“You gonna answer me princess?”

You’re looking at him pout still on your face. When you let out a small whisper.

“Yes sir..”

He can see how small you are right now and he loves to push your buttons just as much as you like to push his as well. A small smirk dancing on his lips.

“I’m sorry princess, I still can’t hear you.”

You want to scream at him , you really dont want to embarass yourself but you know that all he wants right now.

“Ugh! yes sir! i loved it!” You yelled out.

“There’s my good little brat.”

He laughs but his eyes quickly found yours.

“When I ask you a question I expect an answer. Yes sir?” His voice stern

“Yes sir..”

“Good girl..”

Your eyes on him again whines falling from you one of his hand still holding your wrists while the other hand is trailing your body your mind is only on him every lingering touch your whines got louder.

“Please sir..” You quickly choked out

“Please what princess?”

“Please fuck me sir..”

He finally lets go of your wrists both of his hands are now running down your body.

“Do you deserve to be fucked princess?”

His hands ran down to your hips, playing with the waistsbands of your shorts as more broken whimpers came from you.

“No sir..”

“Mhm.. So why should I give you anything princess?”

He pulled your shorts and panties completely off, now your bare cunt now face to face with him.

“I’ll be so good for you sir!”

“Good. You better.”

His lips wrapped around your clit. You honestly lost it the moment his lips touched your clit he’s sucking hard and sloppliy, loud moans flood the room and his name on repeat.

“I’m already so close sir!”

Youur legs are trembling around his head your knees are feeling weak a soft gasp left your lips. When you felt his fingers teasing through your folds.

“Not yet pretty girl give me a few more mintues..”

His middle and ring finger teased into your soaked hole. Slowly inserting his fingers inside you. Loud moans fall from you your cunt immediately tightened around him, his lips wrapped around your clit. You’re on edge, truly about to lose it. His eyes connected with your pretty face watching your face contort with pleasure.

“Not yet princess.”

His pace got brutal his fingers now bullying your cunt your moans and whines got louder with every pump of his fingers.

“Oh god fuck! Fuck! Please sir! I’m so close!”

Tears are streaming down your face, he chuckles out as his pace never faulters

“Go ahead Princess come for me, come all over my fingers.”

His lips connected your clit again sucking harder than before your legs are now numb your cunt clenching hard around him he wanted to tease you more but when you felt him slowly start to pull away. Your fingers was quick to lock with his hair pulling his face back to your cunt, his nose roughly nudges your cunt. Causing you to fall over the edge.

“Oh fuck! Sugu!”

His tongue is running through your folds, as your rubbing your cunt all over his face. Heavy groans coming from him, loud whimpers and moans coming from you. Your legs are trembling hard as you couldn’t keep going, but he never stopped.

“Too much Sugu, I can’t take anymore please!”

His eyes met yours. Your slick covered his lower face dripping down his chin. As he’s teasing your folds. His hands roam your body once again meeting your tits.

“God you’re so fucking pretty Princess.”

His hands are fondling your tits pulling your perked nipples. Soft moans falling from your swollen bitten lips.

“You gonna let me play with you princess?”

You nodded your head slightly. Your eyes are heavy. Damn near unconscious as his hands cup your breasts again.

“God you’re just made for me huh baby?”

“Only for you Sugu..” You mumbled out.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth savoring your taste on his tongue. He’s rutting into your leg like a dog trying to find his own relief. When he finally just gives up. He stands to his full height. Pulling his sweats and boxers down to his ankles as he forcefully grabs your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed. Forcing your legs open .

“You gonna take this cock like a good girl. Yes sir?”

Your eyes widen as you nodded your head. He just smirks and slaps your cunt. While you screamed his name. His cock now lined up with your pulsing cunt.

“Speak brat.”

“Yes sir! I’ll be good. Please fuck me sir!”

“Good girl.”

He filled you so fucking good. Your cunt squeezed hard around his cock. Moans falling from both of you. Your hands found the hem of his shirt tugging him towards you.

“I wanna kiss sugu please.” You slowly choked out as his pushing his hard cock inside you.

“My pretty girl.”

He smiles softly as he slowly leans into you, you smashed your lips against his making out with him sloppily, His hips continuously hit yours. His tip kissing your cervix.

“God you’re so fucking tight baby.”

He’s getting close. And you know he’s getting close as his cock spasms inside you. You’re so close once again. His thumb met your abused clit again.

You pulled away from him. Breathing heavily. “Gunna cum Sugu!”

His lips run down your throat leaving soft kisses behind. His hips get sloppy losing the tempo he had.

“I’m gonna fill you so good princess.” He chokes out.

“Please Sugu! Can I come please!” You’re pleading, cunt tightening hard around him.

“God fuck! Come for me princess.”

His thumb rubs your clit hard as he’s slamming into your cunt. You threw your head back. Your legs numb again, as Suguru’s hands found your hips as he just rams into you. Your cunt twitches around his cock as your moan out his name as you let go for the second time tonight. His eyes wide watching you, as you release a clear liquid all over his middle.He moans out at the sight of you. He thrusts his cock fully into you. You can feel him in your cervix as he fills you to the brim with his cum. He slowly pumps into you riding out his high. As he leans back towards you pulling you into a headed kiss. You whimper against his lips as you felt him get somehow deeper into you.

“Good fuckin’ girl.”

“Only for you Sugu.” you lazily said.

He slowly pulls his cock out of you. His cum leaking out of you. He slowly runs his fingers through your folds meeting your soaked hole forcing his cum back into you. You’re overstimulated, your cunt is sensitive. You just whimpered out his name. as you noticed he’s still rock hard. His cock a pretty shade of red, leaking his come and coated with your slick.

“Sugu..” You said softly as you try to slowly sit up.

“Yes princess?” he looks at you with a soft smirk.

“Wanna help..”

You slowly slinked off the bed. Sitting prettily on your knees. As you wrapped your hands around his base. Your eyes met his as he lets out a soft chuckle. You gave him a confused look when he pointed at you on the ground. Now you know why he chuckled.

So much for being a brat.

“You’re such a good girl for me princess.”

You let your tounge loll out as you slapped his cock against your tounge. You felt every vein on the underside of his cock. Both of your eyes filled with lust when you finally took him down, his tip hit the back of your throat quick you try to suck him hard. But couldn’t find a good rhythm. When Suguru’s right hand gathered up your hair.

“I’m gonna fuck this pretty throat okay, princess?”

You moan around his cock and he accept this. His other hand ran under your chin as he forces his cock down your throat a small gag came from you. His moans are getting louder. As you moan hard against his cock again. He continues to fuck your throat your nose meeting his base. Moans filling the room his cock twitching down your throat. His grunts are deep. You basically have heart eyes right now.

“Gonna paint this pretty throat white. Swallow everything okay princess.”

You nodded slightly. As he picked up the pace again. His cock hitting the back of your throat hard. His cock twitches uncontrollably forcing himself down your throat spilling his seed.

“Holy fuck.. Such a good fucking girl. Swallow it all Baby.”

And you do. He slowly pulls his cock out of your mouth as you finish swallowing everything sticking your tongue out to show him.

“Good girl..”

He bends down to meet your lips with his. Kissing you deeply.

“Thank you so much Sugu.”

“Anything for my Bratty Princess.” He chuckles out.

[imaginesforeveryone]

Arranged (Part 2) 

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Y/N Warning:language, angst, little flirting Summary: You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life.

Sitting in the car next to your new husband on your way to your house to get all you things for the long boat ride to England. It was a bit awkward in the car ride. But, it was a weird comforting car ride. You were now a Shelby and you knew the name scared more than the name. Not saying, Gotti didn’t scare people to, but going to England with the Shelby name held more there. As much as you were excited to go to England to travel, and meet new people. But also sad to leave your family in New York. 

“Y/N?” You heard a voice say snapping you from your thoughts. 

“Y/N? You alright?” Finn asked laying a hand on yours that laid on your lap. 

“Oh sorry. Yes, just thinking.” You said smiling over at him. 

“Well, are you ready to see England?” He asked now trying to make small talk. 

“Yeah. I’m excited.” You said with a quiet voice. 

“No you aren’t.” He said back catching you off guard by his forwardness with you already. 

“I am.” You argued back. 

“Your face, your voice, and you body say different. ” Finn said letting go of your hand and looking out the window. As you pulled up to your building Finn got out without a word, but still came and opened your door. He took your hand to help you out then dropping it. You held the back of your dress up so it wouldn’t get super dirty on the side walk. Walking into the building and taking the elevator up to the top floor where it was all your house. Stepping out and into the the big room that your big couch, chair and a fireplace was. 

*Finn’s POV*

I guess this is it. The rest of my life ahead of me with a women I don’t even know. But would I be a gypsy if this didn’t happen?

Finn thought to himself. Looking over at you he thought maybe it wont be so bad. Your hot, amazing body, but you were quiet. He wasn’t a quiet person by nature. He argued, yelled when he talked, in the normal Shelby style. Headed up the elevator stood next to you he kept side eyeing to look at you. As the elevator doors open showing a huge room that had a big couch, large chairs and a fireplace in it. He looked around. 

“Fuckin el’” Finn said out loud. 

“You like it?” Y/N asked looking at Finn. 

“It’s very nice. Wasn’t expecting it to be this big in a building. As big as my house that stands alone.” Finn said walking in and looking around. 

“Uhm, make your self comfortable. I’m going to go change real quick so that I’m not wearing this on the boat ride.” Y/N said in a shy voice. She was cute. Different from the rest of England women Finn was used too. Surprised at how timid she was being a Gotti, but he has only known her about 2 hours. Maybe she’s hiding who she is? Or does Finn actually make her nervous? Maybe it was the Shelby name? 

“Uhm, Finn!” Y/N yelled from the room. Finn snapping out of his thoughts and walking to the door. 

“You alright, love?” He asked stand at the closed door. 

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need help getting this fucking thing off.” She said sounding upset. First time Finn has heard a swear word out of her making him think more about her. 

“Uhm, yeah.” Finn said slowly opening the door and seeing Y/N stood next to the bed standing and holding her hair up to showing her back. 

“I cant reach the ties of the corset.” She said holding her dress up to cover the rest of her. 

“Here. Let me help.” He said taking off his suit jacket and laying it on the bed in front of her. 

“Thank you.” Y/N said looking at him. Finn’s hand now grabbing the tie of the corset and untying it. Pulling the strings down her back to loosen off of her. She took a deep breath as the pressure came off of her. 

“Bit tight aye?” He said once you relaxed and let the dress fall off of you. Finn averted his eyes away. 

“Well, we are married Finn, so you’re going to see me at some point right?” Y/N said turning around. 

“Yeah you’re right.” Finn said looking back at Y/N again. Kind of dumbfounded at what her body looked like. She didn’t need that corset, she was perfect as she was. 

“Well, should we get going?” Finn asked now scratching the back of his head kind of awkwardly. 

“Oh, shit yeah.” She said grabbing the dress that hung from her wardrobe. Finn watching her every move as he studied her body. 

*Y/N POV*

Throwing your coat on over your dress and hitting the button to go to the lobby of the building. Finn stepping into it next to you and the doors closing. As soon as the doors closed Finn attached his lips to yours. But, not like the kiss he gave you at the alter an hour ago. Its was a kiss of lust, not love. But it was amazing. This is what you expected out of a Shelby boy. 

“Even though I’ve known you 4 hours, I expect this marriage to be fun with you. I know there’s a firecracker in there somewhere.” He spoke with heavy breathe putting a strand of hair behind your ear and fixing his jacket right before the doors opened in the lobby. You were red as ever now. 

“Hey kid! Did you consummate that the marriage up there?” Arthur said attacking Finn from the side as he walked out. 

“No Arthur. Relax. We weren’t even up there the long.” Finn spoke with a slight laugh. 

“That don’t matter you only need, what? 45 seconds?” Arthur laughed at him. 

“Come on everyone is waiting. Let’s get going sister.” Arthur said motioning you out in front of him out the door where 4 cars sat, holding Tommy, John, and Polly. The other 2 holding the rest, and one empty one, meant for you and Finn. Finn holding his hand for you to take it. You smiled and put your hand in his. He guided you to the car opening it for you and getting in. He shut the door and ran around to the driver side and got in. Turning the car on and leading the way to the docks where you would get on a boat and leave the home you have always known.

“Finn.” You said breaking the silence in the car. 

“I want you to know I’m excited to go to England. But also nervous and sad to leave my family. They’ve all I’ve known my entire life. New York is all I’ve ever known my entire life 24 years and I’m leaving it. I know I can come back when I want to. It’s just scary situation for me.” You said bringing up the previous conversation you had with him on the car ride to your house earlier.

“I understand, love. I’ve also never left my family but me being a Shelby I probably won’t ever leave the side of my family. I won’t ever really have a choice. But, don’t worry. You will be safe with us. You’ll be safe with me. I hope you love England as much as we do. I’ll make it the best experience I can for you.” He spoke grabbing your hand trying to comfort you but not taking his eyes off the road in front of him. 

Pulling up to the docks that, where the big boat sat ready to take you away. But, you saw your mother and father stood waiting for you. You smiled getting out of the car as fast as you could and running to them. Your dad engulfed you into a hug as your mother wrapped her arms around the both of you. You couldn’t help but cry a bit. You father letting you go after a bit and looking at you. Wiping away the tears the fell from your eyes. 

“You will do great out there baby girl. Be that fierce, beautiful women that I know you are.” He said with a slight smile. You went in to hug your mother now. Letting go as you saw Finn, John, Arthur, & Tommy walking towards you. 

“Take care of her.” Your father said standing tall at them. 

“We will sir.” Tommy said putting his hand out to shake your fathers hand as a close of a deal would go. 

“I’ll kick Finns ass all the way back here to you Mr. Gotti if he hurts her.” Polly yelled out from further away. You giggled slightly to yourself and looked at your father once again. He gave you a kiss on the forehead before stepping aside from the stairs to get into the boat. 

“Off you go. We I’ll see you sooner than you think.” Your father said. Finn hooking his arm under yours and you two walked away up into the boat.

“You ready love?” He asked stopping on the door way 

“Yes.” You said with confidence and walked into the boat. You were excited for a new life. Not a life away from the violence, and gangsters, but the same life in a new place with a husband at your side.

[iwanty0uu]

Heyyy how yall doin! Me? im just chillin thinkin about how onyankopon loves carribean girls

(im literally saying this because im jamaican but anyway)

N/N MEANS NICK NAME BTW!

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You whined your hips as your favorite song came on, touching your waist and breasts all while making eye contact with the tall darkskin boy through the crowd. Your best friend Mikasa always hosted the best parties, and always had the best playlists. Fever by Vybez Cartel rung through the speakers as you straightened yourself up and walked towards the figure across from you. You felt his dark lustful eyes burning through you and it turned you on but continued to ignore the the wetness and the butterflies in between your thighs.

You met the tall boy with a simple smile, well aware of how intimidating he looked while towering over you, but still managed to hold eye contact which caught his attention. He knew he looked intimidating, but it was always a nice surprise when a bold girl made the first move.He was practically eye fucking you. Your tight black dress held together by crisscross strings emphasized the curve in your torso ,while the dress flattered the mounds on your chest and made your ass nearly pour out of the bottom of your outfit. The red tattoo on your side barley showing but just enough to show the vine and hibiscus flowers which wrapped around to your lower back. Leaning over you to get a better view of your tattoo, he focused on your back dimples and couldnt help but smile to himself.

“Where u from pretty girl?” he questioned as he placed his drink down, leaning up against the wall behind him. Although the music blared, his deep voice felt like it penetrated every sound in the house, making his words clear, sharp, and only for your ears. You smiled as you flipped your hair over your shoulder revealing a gold chain in the shape of your homeland. “Born and raised” you replied as he smiled. “Ouu you Caribbean girls are dangerous, i hear yall cheat a lot, Im Ony by the way.” His smile was perfect, the pool in your underwear felt like it soaked through your short black dress, shiittt if he was thirsty you had a perfect beverage for him but i digress. “I’m y/n and you can come find out yourself, i meann i wont cheat unless you give me a reason too” ..your confidence could easily make a man’s dick wet,and if ony didnt have on them ksubi jeans the pre cum in his boxers would be visible.

“n/n you is a trip, can i call you n/n? imma call you n/n and if i hear anybody else calling you that imma kill them” he said as he faked a deadpan face. He was funny, he actually made you laugh, he was the first dude you met who wasnt the actual joke in your life. “boy bye everyone calls me that, you finna have a long ass hitlist then hun” you said as you rested your hand on your waist. He looked you up and down again and laughed “stop eye fucking me” you said cockily. Now to be fair, you were doing it first, thats why he stared back at you while you were dancing, and you did want to get to know him more. So, you grabbed his hand, as walked backwards slowly through the crowd. You knew you looked good and fucked good so your confidence was on one hundred tonight

“Hey, lets go back to my place and get to know eachother more..I mean you look all lonely standing here in the corner by yourself sooo we can def be friends” you couldnt resist his ass, and its obvious that he was feelin you too, but you wanted to get to know him more for real, i mean its not like fuckin him till your jaw locked didnt cross your mind once or twice but your intentions werent JUST to use him for his body, sexual thoughts are part of human nature and you just so happened to have some about the fine black man in the room! honest! He did look like he could be some good entertainment for however long he planned on staying in your life, there’s nothing wrong with a boy toy or two.. “Ony baby do you got a girl? i dont wanna be playin in nobody face looking dumb now..” You aren’t insecure, but everybody and they momma cheats in new york.. so theres nothing wrong with asking. “absolutely not..i gotta stay loyal to my girl” he said as he stopped you and gave you a twirl as he held your hand. hm, bold..

Turning back around while he opened the front door for you, it was already set in Onyankopon’s mind that you two would be more than friends..more than bestfriends at that, and he would know all about your favorite things, and your favorite parts. And if you were sure about one thing in your life, it would be that he would be yours by the end of the night, and he knew which set of girls did it the best. Walking off of the front lawn he opened the passenger door for you and quickly ran to the drivers side.

“manner-able too” you thought to yourself looking pleased. “So Ms.Y/n,” he said taking a sigh and turning the ac on low, causing the pine tree air freshener to dance around the rear-view mirror. “Who taught you how to whine like that? Im a visual learner by the way..” he said as he licked his lips and smiled, looking even finer in the low car light which illuminated his grills and nose piercing, rubbing his hands together showing his gold watch which sat pretty, almost as pretty as you on his wrist, accenting his thick veiny hands. Polished fingers looking so delicate and so clean, so glossy yet so rough. Everything about him was fine, and looked expensive.

His clean white shirt didnt have to be name brand to make his outfit hard.. damn was he good at existing, everything about him was so clean and polished. He is aesthetically pleasing to the eye which not a lot of people are. You couldnt stop looking at him in this lighting.. the low dim lights of the party didnt bring out all of his features as well as the car light did. Around his eyebrow rested a small but noticeable scar and a double slit eyebrow made his sharp features even more attractive.

“Lemme take a picture of your fine ass to make this view last longer” you said while grabbing your phone to snap a quick pic, quickly opening snap since their camera was the best. “i would send it to you but i dont have your number, here put it in” he laughed at your demand for his number. “You want me to drop you home? and you still aint answer my question mama” he added on determined.

“I’ll answer it when i get home, its still early so you can come up with me till youre ready to leave, but until then..” you said as you pulled him close and pecked him on his lips, “whats your favorite color?”

Boy are you in for the RIDE of your life..

guysss i hope you enjoyed this i feel like im getting back in the groove with this writing thing this was also long as fuck😭 so please give me any tips and tell me if you liked it! Big up my carribean people and give me some scenario ideas!😋~ ℒℯ𝓁ℯ<3

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@absurdthirst's Kinktober 2023 Prompts

day 15: Boot Worship, Spanking/Flogging/Whipping/Caning, Lactation/Breastfeeding

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| PAIRING(s): Joel x fem!reader | RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 1.6k | CONTENT: bratty sub typa dynamic, cleaning kink, foot fetish, light boot worship, degradation, two horny simps at the end of the day | SYNOPSIS: Joel wont give you what you want, and you can't help yourself from mouthing off about it. He reminds you that sometimes we don't always get what we want.

“No,” Joel answers plainly.

Your eyes snap up to his face. “But, Joel, I won’t eve–”

“Damn right you won’t ‘cause I’m tellin’ you NO,” he snips.

You pout for a moment as your entire mood deflates. It wasn’t fair. He was teasing you, you just knew it, and it wasn’t FAIR.

“Been spoilin’ you too much. Got you confused about who runs this show,” he chides with narrowed eyes.

You bite the inside of your cheek from running off at the mouth and getting yourself into more trouble. You petulantly flick at the laces of his work boots and glare at the knot in the center that’s keeping you from what you want.

“You really such a slut for my fuckin’ feet that you’re gonna sit there ‘n pout about it?” he baits. “Sittin’ on the fuckin’ floor tryna get my goddamn boots off so you can fuckin’ suck my toes ‘n shit? Sometimes you really lower the bar yourself, honey.”

He snorts, derisive and mocking. You hide the rub of your thighs together at his condescending tone. 

As if he didn’t love how desperate you were for him, so obsessed with everything about him that no part of his body lacked the capacity to get you worked up. 

As if he wasn’t delighted to figure out you had a thing for his feet before you’d even registered it. 

As if he didn’t constantly mock you for it all the while bringing it up as often as possible. 

As if he didn’t get turned on watching you writhe all over the floor while you touched yourself and slobbered all over his toes as you shoved them into your mouth and sucked.

“You’re being mean,” you mumble at the floor.

He tuts and lifts your chin to look at him. “If you weren’t such a desperate slut, I wouldn’t be so mean.” He grins down at you, nasty with the hint of a challenge.

You huff and stand up, not considering the sensible option to just take it in stride. “FINE,” you snap. “I’ll just go be fucking desperate and pathetic by myself then if you’re going to hold out on me like a fucking prude.”

The moment you said it, you knew you’d gone too far. You knew you’d be paying a heavy price for that one. A swell of anxious arousal pools between your thighs.

“Prude, huh?” he laughs, a dangerous lilt to it. “Alright, I want you stripped and on all fours by the time I get upstairs.”

He glowers at the giddy smirk you unsuccessfully hide. You turn and spin on your heel and bound up the stairs. You swear you hear him laugh something light and a little annoyed. You yank away your clothing in a rush and practically slam onto the floor. You wait for what feels like forever until Joel finally slowly ascends the stairs. Each creak of the steps builds want and anticipation in you. Your mind runs wild with all the possibilities of repercussions for making such a bold statement – a mistruth – about Joel’s sexual inclinations.

Your face drops when you see from the top of your eye line that he still has those goddamn work boots on. Your gaze flickers up to his, already waiting with an insulting smirk. “Bathroom.” It’s the only command you get, so you scramble into the ensuite and wait again. Joel follows behind you, slow and lazy as if he has all the time in the world.

He drops to the tub siding and lets his knees bow out. “Take ‘em off.” 

You aren’t sure what exactly he is expecting you to remove with such a vague statement, but the answer materializes when he wiggles a boot back and forth. 

“Let’s go.”

You take care to unknot each lace. You take even more care to conceal your excitement at finally getting to what you want. Except when you go to peel off his socks—

“Nuh uh. I got those. You just worry ‘bout those boots.”

Your mind is screaming and cursing as you watch him remove his own socks, the soft arches of his feet resting just above the cool tile. They’re so strong and sturdy, a foundation to the man you call yours. You want to worship him from the bottom and work your way up, adoring and lavishing praise on each and every inch of his body.

Joel clears his throat and draws your attention back up. His expression is softer, like he knows where your mind ran off to. A heat graces your cheeks, but you don’t have long to consider it when he motions for you to drop his boots in the tub. “Go on now. You know where I keep my cleanin’ stuff.”

You shiver at the cold air of the bathroom nipping at your bare body as you shuffle through the cabinet under the sink. You remove the small container of simple cleaner Joel uses every once in a while when he gets something really nasty on his boots like bits of Infected slapping down after a headshot or heavy sap from a tree or decades old who knows what in the possible patrol posts on survey expeditions. You sink down to your knees in front of the tub and get to work. 

“Wanna get ‘em nice and clean for what I got planned, so I suggest you do a good job.” 

You make sure to brush away every crevice and notch, going back to some places more than once to ensure it would be up to Joel’s standards. “I’m done,” you say softly, not quite meeting his eye.

He makes a contemplative noise and leans over your knelt form, hands braced on either side of you against the tub, and scans over the shoes. “Alright. Not too bad. Bring ‘em out and towel ‘em off. Meet me at the end of the bed with ‘em when you’re done.”

You hurry to finish the next task, eager to know what was next and if there was any chance you’d be able to maybe just touch his foot for a moment. His mocking tone was already sounding off in your mind, making heat gather between your thighs. You carefully handle the pair of cleaned boots and offer them to him.

Your breath catches when you see him already stroking himself, hard and fat in his fist. “C’mere.” He motions to the floor between his spread legs. “Get you a front row seat, baby.”

You settle where he’d indicated he wanted you and stare with a watery mouth at all his glory just out of reach. “Like what you see?” Your eyes flash up to meet his. You nod meekly. His soft smile turns into something nastier. “Well, that makes one of us.”

“Joel, I’m sorry I sai–”

He holds up the hand he isn’t working himself with. “Quiet.” 

You pin your lips together and shoot him a pitiful, remorseful look. Wasn’t anybody allowed to have a bad day anymore? Couldn’t he just write it off, just this once?

“I ain’t happy when you’re so fuckin’ bold to be sayin’ shit like what you did downstairs.” He pauses to shove two fingers into your mouth. You open as wide as he needs you to. “That’s more like it,” he mutters under his breath.

You absentmindedly suck on his fingers, eyes glued to where he works himself faster and firmer.

“You want this cock, huh?” he taunts.

You nod emphatically, hoping and wishing he takes pity on your lack of judgment from earlier.

“Too fuckin’ bad,” he snaps. You openly pout at his acidic demeanor. “And you’d better straighten up that fuckin’ attitude real quick if you wanna get any damn thing tonight.”

You renew your effort of sucking on his fingers and hold eye contact. He seems appeased with the turnaround and groans. “Yeah, there you go. Could be usin’ your mouth for somethin’ useful instead’uh runnin’ it like you wanna do all the damn time.”

You can’t hide the impish smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth, and Joel can’t do much to hide his own playfully annoyed smirk.

“You lay down right next to those shiny boots, baby,” he grunts, sounding closer than ever to release.

You scurry down beside the boots and watch as Joel lathers his cock in the slimy spit he’d fingered from the back of your throat. His hand moves with an easy slip now, and you watch mesmerized as he grips himself with sharp focus. He crouches onto his knees, panting heavy with his cock just above your head and the boots. With a loud groan he empties himself all over your face and the freshly cleaned shoes. You have half a mind to open your mouth as wide as it’ll go.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” he groans. “Fuckin’ thirsty slut.”

He finishes after what feels like forever, and you can only imagine how much more of his spend would’ve been all over your face and chest and hair if you hadn’t caught it in your waiting mouth. You glance over at the boots. They’re completely wrecked, spurts of cum dripping from some of the laces and onto the leather.

“Gimme your mouth,” he grunts, cupping the back of your head with his large palm. You open immediately, moaning at the heavy taste of him on your tongue. “Clean me up, baby. Clean this cock, and then you’re gonna lick those fuckin’ boots clean.”

You whimper.

“Get ‘em real good and clean, because once you’re done you’re gonna ride ‘em and cum as many times as I tell you to.”

You know better than to rush. It was going to be a long night.