#cold sore cream

[adriel-xiao]

Understanding Cold Sores: Causes and Treatment

Cold sores are a common viral infection that affects millions of people worldwide. They are caused by the herpes simplex virus (HSV-1) and can be painful and embarrassing. In this article, we'll explore the causes of cold sores and the various treatment options available.

What are Cold Sores?

A different name for cold sore is called a fever blister. They are small, fluid-filled blisters that typically appear on or around the lips. They are caused by the herpes simplex virus (HSV-1) and are highly contagious. Once you've been infected with the virus, it can remain dormant in your body and reactivate at any time, causing cold sores to reappear.

Causes of Cold Sores

Cold sores are most commonly caused by the herpes simplex virus (HSV-1), although they can also be caused by HSV-2, which is typically associated with genital herpes. The cold sore meaning can be misinterpreted by many as a non-infectious disease. The virus is spread through close contact, such as kissing or sharing utensils and can be transmitted even when there are no visible symptoms.

While anyone can develop cold sores, certain factors can increase your risk, including:

A weakened immune system

Hormonal changes, such as those that occur during menstruation

Stress or fatigue

Exposure to sunlight or cold weather

Treatment for Cold Sores

While there is no specific cure for cold sores, several treatment options are available to help manage symptoms and speed up the healing process. These include:

Over-the-counter creams and ointments, such as docosanol or acyclovir, which can help reduce pain and swelling.

Prescription antiviral medications can help shorten the duration of a cold sore outbreak.

Home remedies, such as applying a cold, damp cloth to the affected area or taking L-lysine supplements, which have been shown to reduce the frequency of cold sore outbreaks.

Preventing Cold Sores

Since there is no definitive cold sore treatment in this world, the best way to prevent cold sores is to avoid close contact with anyone with an active outbreak. You should also avoid sharing utensils, towels, or other personal items with someone who has a cold sore. Additionally, practising good hygiene, such as washing your hands frequently, can help reduce your risk of infection.

In conclusion, cold sores can be a painful and embarrassing condition, but several treatment options are available to help manage symptoms and speed up the healing process. By understanding the causes of cold sores and taking steps to prevent infection, you can help reduce your risk of developing this common viral infection.

[mumintroll]

organised the kitchen junk drawers its annoying bc i know most of it needs to go in the bin but i cant throw anything away w/o my mother checking it first just in case it is something she needs </3 but still its so much neater now i dont have to spend 5 minutes sifting through stuff looking for paracetamol

[novenoide]

surgery was a success!

[jay-wasreblogging]

I ordered a donut from work before I ended my shift. I took my donut. Sat down at the tables waiting to be picked up. I placed my bag and donut on the table annnnnnd left my donut on the table.

[e77y]

Lower lip is really itchy and I am SO nervous that I might be getting a cold sore bc my roommate has one rn... I've never had them before and was always so scared of them as a kid lol. But STILL I don't want cold sores 😭😭 I already have canker sores... please

[elprupneerg]

hate when i'm having a bad day but also having trouble keeping from expressing it much. cuz my gf wants to help make it better but there's not exactly a concrete thing to do to make "i have no control over my upper lip cuz the dentist numbed my mouth and i'm thirsty but drinking means making gross slurping noises while i try not to spill on myself and i still end up spilling a lot anyway which is embarassing" better. like the only solution is to wait until i regain feeling/control in my lip and cheek.

but she wants to help! and i'm walking around a bit upset cuz its warm and i'm thirsty and less caffeinated than i'd like to be and there's nothing to be done for it for at least a few hours. so she starts getting scared and sad. so then i'm feeling worse cuz now i'm making her day bad. and she notices that i'm feeling worse, blames herself, and gets even more scared. so then i apologize for scaring her, and then she feels worse cuz now she's Behaving Incorrectly(TM) which makes her close in on herself even more. and then i feel worse cuz i'm Behaving Incorrectly(TM) and scaring her more when i'm trying to do the opposite. et cetera et cetera forever and ever until we both go to sleep.

i can't wait until today is over.

[a-sleepy-ginger]

5/6/24

❊✺❂✺❊

Double ender toast

Ice cream

Talked with mother

Got loads of cuddles from the animals

Passed my history exam

Passed my psychology report

[rbfclassy]

MANHANDLE ME! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...headcanons on how the jjk men manhandle you in bed

INFO...jjk men (toji, sukuna, gojo, geto, nanami) x fem!reader, true form!sukuna, dacryphilia, rough sex (no like actually), this is all consensual btw, no choso bc I cannot picture him for some reason lmao, manhandling, degrading, all of them are just super mean, name calling (whore, slut, bitch), dacryphilia, slapping, tit slapping, spanking, choking, overstim, cream pie, squirting, oral (f & m receiving), deep throating, anal, hair pulling, spit, everything is just very out of pocket, not proofread

OTHER...like and reblogs are appreciated

SUKUNA

we all know sukuna to be such a cold hearted individual and not to mention rough. He is a big, strong man that with easily carry you around and toss you around like nothing, so he’s, that translates to when he is pounding your cunt till you’re in tears. He has you on top of him, on hand around your throat, one groping your tits as they bounce in his face, and the other two guiding your hips up and down his thick length like you were some fleshlight. You literally have no control, never, he uses your cunt, your body like it’s his own. You’d lose count of how many times he’s came in you and how many times you came around him. It was always messy and you were always on the verge of passing out from overstimulation until you felt a harsh slap on your tits. He’d grip your throat tighter, taking some of cum that had spilled from your full pussy and rub it over your face and tits. “Is it too much for you, huh? Too fucking bad. I don’t want hear nothing come out of your mouth anymore except your cries.”

TOJI

another man who is super strong and a cocky son of a bitch. He will literally carry you while fucking you, leaving you absolutely helpless. He has you in a full nelson while standing, his cock pistons in out of you at a relentless pace while you have to sit there and take it cause he’s his hand locked in behind your head. Drool spills from the corner of your lips as incoherent babbles come from you. Your pussy is leaking, so sore and swollen from how hard he was thrusting into you. Your toes curl as another orgasm rips through your body. And since he loves carrying you while fucking, toji will also lift your body against the wall and put you on his shoulders to eat your pussy, holding you there while he sucks on your clit. It doesn’t matter how much you wiggle or beg him to slow down. “Fucking take it, bitch. Awe, are you cumming again? You like being fucked like a whore don’t you? Your pussy is clamping around me.”

GOJO

believe it or not, gojo is mean. He’ll push you on the bed and trap your body between his legs before spanking your ass over and over until it was sore. He grabs a fistful of your hair, taking joy in the look on your face before he drags you off the bed to the floor. You sit on your knees, anxiously looking up at his while he takes his hard cock out. He grips your jaw, slapping your face a few times to hear you whimper. Then he will shove his cock in your mouth and fuck your throat like no tomorrow. He grabs your hair, using it as leverage, ignoring the way tears poor down your cheeks and how much spit is dripping from your mouth. He takes his cock out to let you breathe, roughly pulling you closer to his dick to rub it all over your pretty face. He slaps your face a few times again, forcing his dick down your throat in the process, balls slapping against your chin. “Sluts like to get their throats used, baby. Isn’t that what you are, hm? Yeah…that’s what I fucking thought. Uh uh, don’t cry now.”

GETO

okay so geto is like a menace to society. He has your legs pinned back, his big hands fighting every chance you have to move out of his grip while he fucks your tight ass. Tears are streaming down your face while he pounds into you. You’ve squirted so many times, but geto wasn’t planning on stopping anytime soon. The bed beneath you was soaked with your juices and his sticky cum. You stared up at him with desperation, each thrust from him felt like the air was being taken out of your lungs. You clawed at his chest, biting hard on your bottom lip, the taste of iron on your tongue. One his hands reached up and grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look at the way his cock disappears in your hole. You watched, dumbfounded, completely lost in bliss that you didn’t even realize you squirted again. “Don’t act like you don’t love this, my cum in your ass. Look at the dumb look on your face, you want it so bad. Just keep watching me use your hole, slut.

NANAMI

this is mean is sweet, but don’t piss him off because he can’t get real serious. He’ll fuck you from behind, one leg propped up on the bed, hips slapping against yours. His hand is pressing down on your neck, holding you in place against the mattress. His heavy balls hit your puffy clit with each thrust and you’re drooling, groans escaping your throat, barely able to open your eyes. His dick feels so good sliding against your gummy walls, reaching your sweet spot. His other hand is swatting your ass, making it as sore at possible, gripping at the flesh, nails digging into your skin. He still has a firm grip on your neck when you cum around his dick for the third time. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you grip onto the sheets, ass still high in the air. He pulls you up by your neck, gripping your jaw to look at him before his sticks two fingers inside your mouth, laying them flat on your tongue. He spits in your mouth, then on your face, mushing it against your lips and cheeks, pushing you back down on the bed again. “You must like pissing me off, right? Being a bitch, all so you can get fucked cause you’re a needy whore. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get what you’ve been wanting so, so bad, but you might not like the way I do it.”

repost from my old account

[yandere-writer-momo]

Author’s note: I am stuck in a slump so I’m going to write a guilty pleasure of mine… the body swap trope except this time, with a twist. And of course with the one that got away trope. I adore it so very much like black cherry ice-cream.

Yandere Head Canons:

The Husband Swap

Yandere Shapeshifter x Married Fem Elf Reader x Neglectful Drow Husband

TW: yandere content!! Mentions of smut, dubcon, tentacles, monster fucking, size kink, manipulation, voyeurism, oral, and unhealthy relationship.

Art from Veil Manga

You had been married to your husband, Nikolai Sokolov, for many years. An arranged marriage set up amongst your people as a peace treaty… you, a high elf, wed to a drow, dark elf. And Nikolai was often cold to you… despite how often you attempted to bond with him.

Nikolai refused to eat any of the food you made and he constantly brushed aside your attempts to get to know him. He cared little for this arranged relationship and treated you as if you were some mere commoner, a fact that only made your heart sting.

Nikolai would occasionally share a bed with you, but it was often out of fulfilling his needs. He cared little for your pleasure and only cared to satiate his own.

One day, Nikolai bought you a servant just to get you to leave him alone (outside of sex). A shapeshifter.

A magic collar was bound tightly around their silver neck as a preventative to their ability to shift. They were now powerless and subservient. A trait that most shapeshifters didn’t have since they were quite sly by nature. You wondered what this creature had done to have been reduced to a servant…

Their name was Lev Snegur and they were close in age to you and Nikolai. The shapeshifter was somewhat masculine looking with sharp features and pitch black eyes. A genderless species that never uttered a sound, what wonderful company to have.

You often tried to engage in small talk with them, but they remained as silent as the depth of night. Not a peep left their lips to ever give you input. It unnerved you.

You were very sweet to them and even offered to share meals, but they only stared at you. Talking to Lev was like talking to a brick wall that nodded at times. Lev was an incredibly good listener.

Lev’s company did little to satiate the ache in your heart and the all consuming loneliness. You were so isolated in this empty home filled with bitterness. And you started to accept that you’d never find any warmth with him. Nor would you find solace in your silent servant’s company.

Occasionally you’d wake up covered in a slight sweat, a puddle of dampness below you. The room would always feel of sex, yet you hardly had any of that… but you were always a bit sore between your legs when you’d wake up on mornings like this. Had you been having wet dreams due to your consistent loneliness? Or was there something foul at play?

So it was a surprise when Nikolai bounced into your room like a puppy one morning. His arms wrapped around your side while he inhaled your scent. What on earth was he doing?

“Nikolai?” Nikolai placed a finger on your lips, a mischievous look in his crimson eyes.

“Shh, I have a surprise for you!” Nikolai gave you a bright grin that made you do a double take. You’ve never seen your grumpy husband smile in his entire life. This had to be a dream… you gave yourself a pinch and hissed at the pain you inflicted on your poor arm. Nope. Not a dream.

Nikolai lead you out of the room to where a grand meal was set before you consisting of all of your favorite delicacies. You had no idea your husband even knew you adored such food…

“Do you like it?” His face was hopeful as he took your hand in his. “I’ve come to a realization that you genuinely care for me… so I will treat you better.”

And from that day forth, Nikolai was more attentive than he ever had been. He insisted you should move into his room and he often cuddled with you… it was so odd. This entire situation was bizarre, almost as if this was another person and not your husband.

It was when Nikolai went down on you for the first time that your mind truly began to believe he was another man. When did he learn how to please you and why did he eat you out like a man starved? This wasn’t your husband… this was an imposter.

When ‘Nikolai’ made love to you, he felt bigger. You swore he was nearly two to three inches than he used to be, which made your stomach protrude like you had a baby bump. And his hands ardently grasped at every bit of your body as he could.

It wasn’t too uncommon for you to find your husband sniffing your hair like some sort of animal. You were so scared…

The longer you spent time with ‘Nikolai,’ the more paranoid you became. There were less and less drows around now and your servant was missing… you were starting to become afraid.

But you never were able to get much time to think about it too much since ‘Nikolai’ was always dutifully by your side. There was never any time to ask questions… until tonight. You decided to ask him… for you feared you’d fall off the deep end into insanity if you didn’t.

“Where’s Lev?” You softly asked Nikolai whose fingers paused their dance over your scalp. His crimson eyes glanced over to your face.

“And why do you care so much about a shifter when your husband is here?” Nikolai asked in a bitter tone, but you could see a bit of excitement in his eye. And it made your heart pulse in your brain.

“Well, I miss Lev.” You softly whispered. It wasn’t a complete lie. You did miss your servant who always listened to you, but you preferred his silent company over the overbearing presence of your changed husband.

“Hmm… well, we can go see him if you’d like.” Nikolai rose up from the bed and wrapped a black robe over his bare chest. “He’s in the dungeon.”

You were a bit shocked by your husband’s words. “What do you mean? Lev never did anything wrong-“

“My wife is too kind for her own good.” Nikolai held your chin to pause you from rambling on even more. His eyes were filled with so much emotion, it froze you in place. “It’s what I love most about you.”

You gulped and averted your gaze, your cheeks felt hot.

Lev lead you down the hallway and down the winding stairs to the dungeon, his hand gently held yours. You felt dread creep up into your stomach the closer you went to the dingy dungeon. Your nerves felt as if they were on fire…

And the sight before you terrified you to your core, the angled corpse of Nikolai laid sprawled out on the brick flooring. His lifeless eyes turned toward the door and his mouth agape in a horrific scream forever frozen on his rotting face.

You tried to flee but your ‘Nikolai’ began to shift, slender hands now held you firmly in place while your captor’s face slowly morphed into the bewitching creature named Lev.

“It didn’t take much to overpower him. Your husband was too cocky to notice I figured out how to disarm the collar.” Lev’s voice made your blood run cold from how raspy it was. His voice low and monotonous despite the various emotions that hid beneath the surface of his eyes. “To whack him over the back of the head with a sword hilt and drag him down here. It was child’s play really.”

“Are you going to kill me too?” You whimpered when his grip tightened around your arms. His face filled with concern.

“Kill you? Nonsense, I’d never kill my wife!” Lev began to pepper your face with numerous kisses while his arms snaked around your waist. “I mean it when I say I love you, I love you more than that bastard ever could.”

You try to protest, but you feel something slimy wrap around your legs and give them a squeeze. Your eyes are wide in terror at the black tendrils that snaked around your plush thighs. What on earth?!

“And I can certainly fuck you better than he ever could… I can show you things no other monster could ever show you, so won’t you indulge me? I promise I’ll blow your mind.”

[emeraldbabygirl]

Wanted to write a cute Christmas themed fic with Xdinary heroes where you all decorate the tree and make Christmas cookies together and watch shitty hallmark movies but that didn’t happen. Then I wanted to write a lil Xdinary heroes fic where you braid each other’s hair or put lil ponytails and clips in it. Rn I want to write either a big soft bofie st.van fic where he fixes you soup when you’re sick and takes care of you or a best friend lien taking care of you when you’re sick and making you chicken noodle soup (cause I love that my fav soup) or mr. Joo as your best friend and same thing and he knits you socks or a scarf or something. Feel like him would be a scecret knitter or something. But I obviously don’t feel like it but cute ideas tho if anyone wants to steal you can 🥺

[lunaekalenda]

jjk men's hands!

satoru gojo

satoru's hands are bony and pale. his fingers are extremely long and slim, and his skin is always soft and warm. every week, you sit with him at your living room table and take care of his hands, as he does with you: apply creams, prepare his cuticles and cut his nails. then, he paints yours, letting you chose the color or surprising you with something he saw on pinterest. he takes your hands on his, concentrated in painting all your nail, leaving no blank space behind. When he’s done, he slides your rings - specially, your dating one - back on your fingers and kisses your palm.

he always uses rings, apart from the one you got for him when you moved together, that has both your names engraved inside. you’ve gifted him some for his birthday, and he always puts them on. he insists that keeping the rings you got for him on ihs fingers makes him feel you closer even if he's away. his index and ring finger are always occupied

his touch is subtle and tender, and his hands are always on you: cagging yours, resting on your lower back, above your shoulders or inside your pyjamas at night. he caresses with his whole palm, rubbing it slowly above your body.

suguru geto

suguru's hands are big, and they puzzle so amazingly with yours, as if they were made to hold you. usually, he wears no more rings than the one you got when you started officially dating, as he wants his fingers free to work. he wants to fill them with tattoos, tiny little ones that flow from his wrist up to his fingers. his hands are usually cold, especially when you're outside, and he likes to take you hand into his and put both inside his jacket's pocket, to warm them.

wears, usually, a chained bracelet, from which hangs your cute tiny first letter. he never takes it off, and proudly shows it to everyone. he's a sucker for necklaces, though, especially if they are for you.

suguru's hands are always around you, as well: he keeps your pinky tangled on his, his hand around your waist when you walk by his side, cupping your face when he kisses you.

kento nanami

kento's hands are elegant and strong, and his touch is so tender and subtle that you can't get enough of it. kento shows his love by acts of service: offers his hand to help you get into the car, cleans your tears away whenever you need it, buttons your clothes - and unbuttons them.-. he always keeps your hand on his while he drives, tangled while he changes gears.

it's not a big fan of jewelry, but he always wears a clock, specially when he works, and your ring, that shines on his finger, which matches with the one you wear.

his hands are always hot, and he never doubts to press them against your sore muscles after a long day or, in case your period hurts, against your belly. showering you on caresses is one of his favorite things to do on his free days.

toji fushiguro

toji's hands are big and veiny, and they show the long years of hard work he carries. they're strong and rough, but really warm when he holds yours. his hands are the perfect size to cup your face and grab your ass, as toji is very touchy - and possesive - towards the ones he loves.

never wears anything because he's too afraid to lose or break it on accident. he only wears a clock, one you got for him several years ago, when you freshly started, and he never takes it off. your initials are engraved on the metallic frame, and it has given him luck all this years.

he can't sleep if his hands aren't on your body, on your wais, back or sides, caressing or resting, squeezing or massaging. he cannot keep them quiet around you, slapping, grabbing, hugging. he's a touchy man, and it shows.

[worldlxvlys]

I love your writing so I was wondering if you could make this part into a smut of course if you want to

the truth

dwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: dirtyyyy ass smutttt, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, squirting, degradation if you squint, fingering, cream pie, sex tape

a/n: so…pretty much…yeah !

for @chrisstopherfilmed & @vane2realz <333

based on these texts

despite what i may have thought, chris was not joking in the slightest.

when i opened the door, he rushed in like a man on a mission.

he quickly pulled me into my kitchen, and set me on top of the counter.

“lift” he spoke firmly, making me shift my weight onto my arms and lift my hips up.

he pulled my sweatpants and underwear down in one swift motion.

“you ready to admit the truth?” he raised his eyebrows at me.

“chris-” not hearing what he wanted, he practically dove into my pussy.

“holy fuck” i whimpered out shakily, my hands gripping his hair.

i felt him smirk against me as his hands wrapped around my stomach, holding me in place.

his warm tongue moved between my folds expertly, licking up every drop of wetness that came out of me.

i gave his hair a firm tug, causing him to groan against me, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

his tongue darted in every direction before focusing on my clit. he licked and sucked me feverishly .

“chris, chris, chris! i’m gonna-“ i cut myself off with a loud moan as my senses were overtaken with pleasure.

my face scrunched up and my eyes screwed shut as he continued his assault on my overly-sensitive clit.

“mmm, chris! it’s too-” he removed his mouth, replacing it with his hand.

“you gonna admit it?” he asked.

“c-chris, fuck, i can’t-”he moved his face back to my abused cunt, placing his tongue flat against my folds.

it was impossible to keep my sore thighs still as they flew open and closed. i squirmed underneath him as he continued his brutal movements, bringing me closer and closer to my second orgasm.

chris grabbed one of my legs, pushing it up and in towards my chest before plunging his fingers into my aching hole.

“god, chris! holy- oh!” my moans echoed around the kitchen as he moved his mouth further up my body.

he placed open-mouthed kisses along my skin, leading all the way up to my jaw.

he stopped at my lips, brushing his against mine while his fingers squelched inside of my narrow walls.

“you ready to talk ma?”

i let out a whine in response, my stubbornness getting the best of me.

he’s not getting it out of me.

“no? that’s ok, we can do this all day mama. i’m having the time of my life” he spoke against my lips.

i let out a long, broken moan as i clenched around his fingers.

“you close, baby? give it to me, want every drop of your cum on my fingers”

his words sent me over the edge, as i felt my cum drip out of me and onto his fingers.

instead of stopping, however, he sped his fingers up inside of me.

“chris!-” i grabbed his wrist, trying to get him to slow down.

“i swear to god if you don’t move your hand, i’ll fuck you into the floor like a little slut” he said as he glared at me. “i don’t give a fuck how sore you are”

deciding to challenge him, i tilted my head and tightened my grip around his wrist.

he raised his eyebrows at me, almost as if he was asking, you sure you wanna do that ?

“oh, so you think this is a game?” he removed his fingers from me, lifting me off of the counter and placing me onto my hands and knees on the ground.

thank god i keep my floor clean.

the tile of the kitchen floor was cool against my skin, and the reality of the situation started to hit me as i heard him unbuckle his belt.

i don’t know why i keep testing this man.

there was silence for a moment, making me nervous before i was met with the feeling of chris pounding into me from behind.

i let out a guttural moan as he didn’t give me any time to adjust to his size.

he pushed my front half down by my back, making my nipples harden from the contact with the cold floor.

i shook my ass in the air slightly, making him let out a low groan.

“god, keep doing that” he moaned as he continued to push his hips into mine.

his thrusts grew sharper and harder making my hands shoot out under me to stop myself from falling onto the floor, face-first.

my muscles were screaming and aching from the force, but i was so wrapped up in the pleasure to focus on it.

due to how wet my pussy was coupled with chris’s size, his dick slipped out of me every now and then.

for some reason, his solution to this was to fuck me even faster.

“so good” i whispered out, unable to form more words.

“yeah? you like this? you like getting fucked on the floor like this ?”

all i could do was nod my head as my eyes screwed shut and mouth hung open.

he hooked his fingers under my chin, turning me to face him.

“look at that, fucking you so good you can’t even close that pretty mouth. let me help you” he spoke before swiping a few fingers through my folds and bringing it to my mouth.

“suck.”

i did as he said, taking his fingers into my mouth and slowly swirling my tongue around them.

his lust-filled eyes widened slightly as i moaned around his fingers.

without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me up, his chest pressing up against my back.

one of his hands held my arms behind my back, while the other grabbed one of my boobs.

the new angle allowed him to fuck me deeper, his tip kissing my cervix.

the sounds falling out of my mouth became longer and more drawn out, signaling i was getting close.

he lifted one of my legs, holding it up by the back of my knee as he continuously hit my g-spot.

“tell me what i wanna hear or i’m not letting you cum” he whispered into my ear, gently biting it.

my mind went blank as he circled his fingers on my clit.

“i- what ? what do you..” i trailed off, not even being able to remember what he was talking about.

“shit, ma. fucked you dumb, huh ? you don’t even remember why you’re being ruined like this ?”

“chris, i’m gonna cum!” i spoke as my stomach began to tighten.

“wait.” he reached over to the pocket of his pants, grabbing his phone.

he pulled up the camera app and handed it to me, “record yourself begging me to let you cum”

my eyes widen at this, but i quickly obliged, wanting nothing more than to finish.

i struggled to click the red button as my hands shook and chris’s pace made it hard to keep them still.

“need me to slow down?” he taunted, loving the effect that he had on me.

“no! no! i got it!” i spoke quickly, finally starting the video.

i looked at my reflection, taking in my fucked out appearance. my eyes were slightly red and drooping, my face and hair drenched in sweat.

the recording was shaky as chris never once let up with his relentless pace.

chris placed his chin on my shoulder, staring at me through my phone. “better start begging” he spoke, making me clench around him.

“fuckkk” he groaned as his hips stuttered and he shot his load inside of me.

“oh my god” i moaned out. “please please let me cum, chris. i need it” i cried out as he fucked his pleasure into me.

“mmm, how badly do you need it mama?” he groaned into my ear.

“i need it so so bad, fuck, please chris! wanna cum on your cock so bad!” i yelled, damn near sobbing at this point.

my body tensed up and my eyes rolled back as i tried my hardest to hold it off.

“chris, please! can’t hold it much longer! i-“

“go ahead baby” he cut me off.

as soon as he gave me permission to, i let go. i lifted myself off of him as i squirted directly onto his dick, making him moan out.

my body began to shake as i felt my cum drip out of me and down my leg.

chris wasted no time in reaching up and pulling me to sit on his face, making me squeal in surprise.

i gripped harder onto his phone as he licked me clean and left a kiss against my heat.

“that was amazing, baby” he spoke as he stood up.

i stopped the recording and placed his phone down as i leaned against the counter and took a second to catch my breath.

“you okay?” he asked as he placed his arms around my waist, hugging me from behind.

“i’m amazing” i smiled as i turned to capture his lips in a sweet kiss.

“good” he spoke as he planted a kiss on my cheek.

he pulled away for a second, going to find something.

he came back with a water bottle and granola bar.

“here, have these. i’ll go run you a bath, i’m sure you’re pretty sore” he smirked lightly at the last part.

i narrowed my eyes at him, playfully hitting his chest.

“shut up”

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[mickyschumacher]

Can we have a part two of baby fever?

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 .ೃ࿐

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: pregnant with charles' baby, in a surprise turn of events, he's been able to keep his hands off of you. but just how long does that restraint last when he's faced with a problem: the tenderness of pregnancy? or in which, charles is struck yet again with the case of baby fever. 𝐏𝐓. 𝟏 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: established relationship, 18+ (minors DNI), unprotected sex (wrap it if u don't want dem babies), breeding kink (although atp idk), lactation kink, mutual orgasms, pussy eating, again pussy rubbing(?), cumming inside, reader is sensitive as shit again, poor interpretation of pregnancy terminology, fluff at the start and towards the end, minimal use of french endearments, a criminal minds reference from yours truly <3

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: everyone wanted another one! sooooo here it is! i wasn't sure whether to do this during or after pregnancy but i ended up choosing the former. hope you like it ♡︎ see you lot next year :)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

⋆  •°.  。  .°•  ⋆

You knew the exact day, hour, minute, and second the two lines on that test appeared and confirmed the wish you and Charles had been waiting for. But what got you there... now that was a mystery. It was like finding that one specific good needle in a stack of needles.

Ever since your boyfriend had mentioned children to you, you and Charles have spent more time acting like animals in heat. It was lewd, obscene, sometimes immoral given the places it happened, but God was it hot.

You were currently coming towards the end of your second trimester. Your baby bump wasn't visible to the naked eye when you wore clothes but no one would also deny that you were pregnant. Apparently, your baby girl (yes a girl, the already doting Charles couldn't be more thrilled) was the size of a banana.

Besides feeling sick, having odd cravings, and being unusually hormonal, you were heavily preparing for your due date. Honestly, you didn't need to prepare that much. Charles had been working on it himself with both of your families so you didn't feel stress. And as sweet as it was, you couldn't help it. You were having a baby for Christ's sake. This wasn't a paper you thought you could wing the night before.

Your eyes strained at the pile of pregnancy books Mama Leclerc had brought you, all new and updated with the times... her words not yours.

You liked to read. It was your favourite pastime. But this... this wasn't particularly enjoyable. Scary, if anything. How on earth did people get anything done with this much information? You have to have enough iron to prevent defects to the baby but not too much otherwise you could still harm the baby?

Huh?

You blinked and shook your head. Your eyes reverted to the also busy (reading) bee sat on the couch. You smiled softly at the sight of Charles. It was winter. The sun was still making it's visits but it was cold enough to put on the heater in the early evening. Charles wrapped up in that one cream knit sweater you brought him with his glasses and book five on parenting tips made you all warm on the inside.

You quietly walked over to him, pulling the book gently from his hands. "What are you thinking of, amour?" You queried, slowly removing his glasses from his face and resting them with the book on the coffee table.

Charles smiled at your presence, opening his arms so you could sit on his lap. His one hand automatically came to your stomach, rubbing your bump like he had been ever since he saw those two lines. The other held your waist, knowing very well your back had been getting sore without doing anything but walking.

He hummed in thought. "I was thinking about when exactly I got you pregnant. Was it the morning in the hotel room in the end of year party in Abu Dhabi? Or in the bathroom on the ride from Qatar to Texas? Italy, maybe? The wine was really good that night."

You gasped at his words, smacking him lightly on his arm. "You animal... and here I was thinking you were being all sweet, reading about parenting."

Charles grinned, blues eyes twinkling at you. "Hey, I have to tell our princess one day where she came from. And it won't be a stork. Maybe I'll say in my driving room in Japan."

Your mouth dropped in shock at the nonchalant shrug you received from Charles. You pushed yourself out of his arms. "Charles!" You practically screeched in horror, making a wave of laughter fall from his lips.

His arms quickly reached towards you, pulling you closer as your warmth was just beginning to disappear. "I'm kidding... mostly," Charles mumbled, smiling at your small glare.

You rolled your eyes, looking at Charles with sarcastic gaze before you narrowed it. "Also 'princess?' What about me?" You pouted.

Charles chuckled softly, holding you tighter. "You're still my princess, amour. But when our little girl comes, you'll be my queen."

You blinked, trying to suppress the cringe and embarrassment. "I'm going to go pretend to throw up because I'm pregnant and not because of you. But I'll find it endearing some other day... in the far, far future.

Charles sighed, shaking his head. "You're a menace."

You gaped at him. "I'm a menace. That's rich coming from you. Weren't you the one who was just thinking about which place we screwed each other to have this child?"

Charles winced, putting his forehead on your shoulder. "Well, when you say it like that..." He grimaced. Sucking in a sharp breath, he decided to change subjects. "How does brunch sound?"

Your ears perked up and your eyes squinted with a sudden happiness. "I'm cooking," Charles told you. You dropped your smile. "It sounds awful..."

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After teasing Charles for his cooking, you did end up having lunch. Charles, who was initially terrible at making any morsel of food, had found his talent in making pregnancy food.

Even though Charles lacked knowledge about food, ever since you found out you were pregnant, he had made sure every single thing you ate was edible for you and your little girl.

It was amusing to be honest.

You had joined Lorenzo and the others for dinner at a restaurant and the moment a wine bottle landed on the table, Charles pushed the bottle away from you as far as he could, fearing even the mere particles of wine you could breathe in would affect you.

As entertaining as it was, it was sweet. You knew that Charles naturally had a fear of being a bad father. His own father was the kindest soul he had ever met, his role model. Living up to that was going to be difficult. Furthermore, he still wanted to maintain a high standard while racing. Similar to that of Sebastian. But even Seb had ended up taking some time off to spend with his kids.

"What's with the face?" Charles queried, eyeing from the kitchen as he finished drying the last plate.

You blinked out of your trance. A tired sigh fell from your lips. "My boobs."

The plate in Charles' hands almost fell. Charles' head snapped towards you. "I... your... what?" He spluttered, putting down the plate gently before walking over to you.

You smiled softly at his confusion. You were about to speak up but Charles suddenly jutted out his hands. "No, wait! Don't tell me. I've got this. I read now."

The comment elicited a small laugh from your chest. Nodding, you waited patiently as he pondered around you.

"Okay... boobs... uh, this is great. I actually can't stop picturing your boobs now." Charles gave you a pointed look. You raised your hands in your defence, signalling him that this wasn't your problem. Your boyfriend fell into thought again, trying to think back to all the books he had been reading. Was it chapter three or six? It wasn't exactly breastfeeding...

"Ah!" Charles clapped his hand, dragging a seat from the table to sit in front of you. "Lactation! Tender breasts. While the tenderness tends to be less during the second trimester... uh, what was it? The... the lactation, yes, the lactation may cause more discomfort instead."

You watched Charles delve into an explanation about the biology behind it as if he was Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. Another side of him you were discovering through this pregnancy. Charles didn't retain much information unless it was about you or racing, but if it was related to pregnancy, little did you know, he would eventually become a wikipedia.

You blinked slowly. "So are you going to help?" You asked, cutting him off abruptly.

Charles paused at your words. He raised his brows. "Help you?" He enunciated each word clearly.

You nodded, leaning back into your chair. "I thought you were going clean me up," You whispered in a way that had Charles' cock jumping again. "Something about massaging my breasts."

Charles' mouth felt dry. "I did say that..." He trailed off before letting out a groan. "Ah, ma chérie, why would you say that? I–fuck. You know how I feel about this."

You leaned over, putting a hand over his knee. "Charles, the doctor said it's fine."

Charles felt strongly about your breasts during your pregnancy. They were bigger, heavier and fuller. It turned him on more than he imagined it to. But as much as he was waiting for you to lactate, Charles also felt strongly about not hurting you. 'Cleaning' you up would only make him want to have sex and he was terrified about hurting you or the baby.

"I know..." Charles murmured, sucking in a sharp breath. Your doctor who remained professional to the end when you asked whether you could have sex (much to Charles' embarrassment and joy) cleared you for it. Actually, they encouraged it, saying it was good and healthy for the both of you.

Yet, Charles couldn't help be worried. So much to the point where you hadn't had sex for well over fifteen weeks.

"I mean if you seriously don't want to," You told him, retracting your hand. "It's okay."

Charles quickly took your hand back with his own. "No, I want to. Seriously, you have no idea how much I want to," He said with his voice thick, sending a familiar tingle between your thighs. "I just..." He sighed, "You'd tell me if I hurt you, right?"

Your eyes softened. Squeezing his hand gently, you used the other to caress his face. You gave a firm nod. "In a heartbeat," You promised.

Charles smiled lightly. With your hand in his, he stood up. "Let's go to the bedroom, hmm?"

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After taking off your underwear, Charles let out a low breath as he peeled off your shirt to see your bare breasts in front of him. He'd seen them when you got ready in the morning, it drove him crazy, but his fear always got to him first.

Looking at them like this, so close to him, it reminded him of the first time you had sex. Except, your breasts weren't showing such obvious signs of pregnancy: so full, almost two cup sizes bigger.

Charles pressed his lips together tightly, eyes glued to your breasts before flickering down to your stomach. He could see the bump a lot more clearly now that it was bare. The sight of it made him happy in far too many ways. It was like he was a teenager all over again. He wasn't sure what to do first.

Slowly, you encouraged him, silently bringing his hand over to your breasts.

A shaky breath fell from his mouth as a sudden surge of warmth came in contact with his hand. He moved his eyes to you, testing the waters by moving his thumb over your nipple. By your hitched breath and your suddenly dazed eyes, Charles could tell you were sensitive and completely fine. But he needed your words.

Bringing his other hand to your face, his thumb trailed of your lips. "Are you okay?" He softly asked, still grazing over your nipple.

"Charles," You let out a strained sigh, "If you don't move your fucking hand or do something, I will move it for you."

Yup, you were okay.

Charles chuckled quietly. His teeth sunk into his lips upon feeling a slight wetness at the pad of his thumb. He gulped at the white milk falling out of your nipple.

You eagerly watched Charles' head duck closer towards your breasts, mouth opening to wrap his lips around your milk covered nipple. A long whine fell from your mouth, head digging into your mattress. Your hand travelled up his neck and into his hair, eliciting a grunt from Charles as you pushed yourself further into his touch.

The taste on Charles' tongue was unlike anything he had ever tasted (well that he remembered of). It was sweet and creamy, coating his mouth ever so smoothly. It was a strange yet satisfying thought to think that while your body had made the milk, a part of him had participated in it. Technically, he had also made it. "Fuck," He hissed against your breast, realising your milk was far too addictive.

You let out another moan, tightening your grip on Charles' hair, feeling the grasp of his other hand on your other breast, twisting your pebbled nipple as he sucked on the other.

Your pussy was fully drenched, sensitive to any touch you received from Charles. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to relieve the creeping arousal that was intoxicating you.

Charles grunted, short breaths falling from his lips as he parted from your nipples. You whimpered at the sight of him licking the white liquid from his lips. The look in his blue eyes was surreal; crazed like a monster that wouldn't be satiated until he had entirely devoured you.

He brought his lips to yours, bringing you into a heated sloppy kiss. Your mouth moved against his, the taste of your own milk entering your tastebuds while your skin burned at his touch. Charles' breaths were heavy, chest rising up and down rapidly. "You taste that, princess?" He queried, lips lazily falling down your jaw. "You taste so fucking good," He rasped.

"Charles," You moaned out, hips jerking up at every tug on your nipple against a race of desperation.

"I know, baby, I know," Charles murmured with slight disbelief. He couldn't wrap his head around how sensitive you were. You were squirming and aching for his touch just by the touch of your nipples. His cock throbbed as his mind wandered just how you'd react to his cock or his tongue against your drenched folds.

Reluctantly, Charles moved his mouth away from your breasts, still keeping his hands on them, groping and teasing you with no mercy. Arriving to your pussy, he bit down on his swollen lips, uttering out a string of curses under his breath. He knew you were wet but not this wet. You had made a mess... the bed sheets were sported damp spots while your inner thighs were glazed with your arousal, ready to be eaten.

An apology quickly flew from his lips, making you furrow your brows. "For leaving you untouched," He murmured, hot breath dancing across your thighs yet cool to your burning folds. "Amour, I'm going to make up for it. Every fucking day," He promised.

Your stomach churned at his words while you drew in a deep breath. Christ. "I'm holding you to that promise, Cha," You whispered lightly, growing antsy with every passing second.

Charles grinned shamelessly against your thigh. "I should start now then, hmm?" He baited you by leaving soft kisses against your ample flesh, nose just skimming your pussy. He couldn't help but smile at the sudden gasp fallen from your reddened lips and jerk of your hips. You were clenching around nothing.

Your head dug into the mattress of your bed as Charles placed his mouth against your pussy, flattening his tongue and taking a long stripe of your warm folds. He sucked on every part of your pussy, darting his tongue on every crevice so naturally as if he had committed it to memory.

Your mewls that had turned into pure blubbers. You were sure you weren't making any sense. All that you knew was that Charles was eating you like he was tasting you for the first time, barely coming out for a breath while his nose rubbed against your clit, lapping at you like some sort of animal and it felt fucking phenomenal.

Charles' cock was uncomfortably and impossibly tight against his pants. He was struggling between continuing to eat you out because you tasted so good and prepping you for his cock. He was desperate to feel your walls again.

Your blubbers were now high pitched gasps upon feeling Charles' tongue drag to your clit, nibbling and sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves as he propped one finger into your walls. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten. "Fuck, Charles," You moaned, hips jerking up to get even more stimulation while your eyes were clamped shut.

Charles grunted against your pussy, feeling your toes curl while he thrusted his finger out of you. God, you were even tight around his single finger. He couldn't help but wonder how you were going to give birth. His eyes darted up to your face, watching your back arch, exposing your leaking breasts to more air while your breath quivered. He could tell you were close.

Charles promised he'd be gentle. But he never promised he'd be kind.

Your eyes snapped open at the sudden loss of Charles' touch and the quickly distancing euphoria. You whined in annoyance. Even now, Charles was a menace.

"I know, princess. I'm sorry. Fuck, I just need to be in you, hmm?" Charles mumbled in a hurry, moving his body up and scrambling to remove his boxers. If he kept lapping at you like the animal he was, he was sure he was going to cum just like that.

If this was any other circumstance, you were sure you would be cursing at Charles in French. But taking a look at his throbbing cock, standing strong and hard in all it's glory... it took the words right of your mouth and had sent all the feelings straight to your pussy. In fact, you were even patient in the mere seconds it took Charles to adjust himself over you, revelling in his dazed hooded eyes, the blown pupils and his sweat-glittered skin.

Charles place the finger he had put inside you on your lips, gesturing for you to suck your arousal off. Without any objection, you parted your swollen lips and took a slow and long stripe of his finger, tasting yourself on your tongue. A guttural groan came from his mouth. Any second longer...

You sucked in a sharp breath when Charles let his bubbling saliva slowly fall from his mouth and onto the aching tip of his cock, rubbing the natural lube up and down his shaft. Shifting his hips a bit, the both of you let out a low blow upon the feeling of his flushed cock on your puffy folds.

Charles hovered over your body, placing his swollen lips on your leaking breast, savouring the sweet taste of your milk while letting his cock rub against your engorged pussy. He could hear your soft whimpers, loud enough for the entire room to reverberate off its walls. A rippling tremble surged through his body as he rocked his cock against your folds, feeling your wetness soak mix with his saliva and coat him entirely.

"Charles," You mewled, "Keep teasing and you won't feel this pussy again I promise."

The threat you made was empty and weak. The both of you knew it. Yet, the mere possibility or even the thought made Charles quickly but carefully push his cock into your pussy. He grunted at the feeling of your walls around his cock slowly welcoming you. Shit... You were tighter around his cock than his finger, already clenching around him.

"Merde," Charles swore. "You feel so good, princess."

Your hands fell around his neck, loosely holding him to you as his cock stretch you out. You could tell he wasn't as deep as he usually was with the baby taking up more space but when combined with your pregnant sensitivity, it left you more flustered and blazing than ever.

"Are you okay?" Charles managed to grit out.

You gave him a rushed nod. "Move... please," You begged, struggling to keep your eyes open.

Charles' hips began to move faster at your command, rutting at such as speed that pushed his aching cock against your walls, lost in the pleasure your brought by gripping him like a vice. His eyes fell to your mouth. Your moans and whines looked as though they were going to burst out of you. Bringing his puffy lips to yours, he swallowed all your angelic and sinful sounds into his body like he was consuming your very essence.

His hand travelled to your hips before trailing to your bump. The things this baby had done to him before even confirming those two lines was beyond Charles. Pulling away from your lips, he almost faltered when he saw your face.

God, you were just so... beautiful. Your flushed face, lust-ridden eyes, sweat-ridden hair moving in all sorts of directions, skin even stained with his marks of love he had made unknowingly... all with that pregnancy glow... beautiful.

"I love you, ma chérie," He whispered out. "You're going to be the most wonderful and gorgeous mother in the entire universe. Our baby is going to be the luckiest child."

Tears pricked at your eyes as the pleasure still coursed through you. The coil in your stomach was coming to a breaking point while broken sobs came out of your mouth. Fuck, you couldn't even tell what you wanted anymore. Your hand reached out to Charles' face, feeling the small hairs on his face as you caressed him. "And you're the only person I would ever want with me... the only person who could be the father of my... our children."

Charles let out a faint high pitched moan. His hand moved to your abandoned clit, starting his abuse on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You let out a silent gasp while he chased both of your climaxes, his twitching cock snapping into you. Everything around you began to blur while your orgasm hit you in big waves as his hips stuttered against you, spilling ropes and ropes of his warm, white cum into your walls.

Your body convulsed as Charles continued to rub your clit, taking advantage of your sensitive state almost selfishly just so he could see you completely space it out in the ecstasy of it all. You let out a soft cry, pussy clenching around him to take every last drop of his cum you could get as the last few waves of his orgasm shot through him.

Charles sighed, wincing softly while taking his cock out of you, making sure to fall down next to you instead of over you like he usually did. His sweaty arm brought you in closer to him, baby bump grazing his cock. Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead he smiled down at your tired state. "I should clean you up more often, hmm, princess?"

You managed to roll your eyes, hitting him weakly in his arm. "You are awful."

Charles grinned, popping his dimples out at you. He nodded casually. "Yeah... but you love me," He teased.

You suppressed another eye roll and simply smiled, slowly succumbing to the heavy weight on your eyes. A yawn fell from your lips. "I do. I love you... a lot."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[themultifanshipper]

Lando went through phases, sometimes he wanted to be railed, and sometimes he wanted to do the railing. For the past week, it had been the latter.

Warnings: gn!reader, free use (sort of), overstimulation, feral lando, rough sex

Lando was the type of guy to bend you over the nearest surface whenever he felt like it. And you were totally on board with that. On the kitchen counter at breakfast, over the coffee table when he was playing fifa or watching tv, over his desk when he was gaming with his friends (those were risky days, but the rewards, mama mia…), even over the hood of his miura once. Wherever you were, if he was horny, he would find you. And this week, he was indeed the one doing the bending over, which wasn’t unusual, you both being pretty versatile in the bedroom. What was unusual however, was how often it was happening.

It was the summer break, so it wasn’t like he was high on adrenaline like during the season. He just, for some inexplicable reason, was absolutely insatiable this random week in the middle of July. Maybe he was having a quarter life crisis? Maybe his blood had gotten permanently stuck in his dick rather than his brain? Either way you were having a great time getting all your sweet spots abused over and over, multiple times a day.

Yesterday, he interrupted your shower, and didn’t let you out until the water had run cold. The day before that he’d fucked you in the laundry room because you happened to be bending down in front of the washer when he walked past. Today, he had you plugged up with his cum, and seemingly added to it every time he remembered you existed. Which was every time you made any sort of noise in the apartment.

So for now, you were hiding out on the balcony, having a break from his onslaught of horniness.

But of course, he eventually found you and he took you right there, upper body folded over the railing as he gently pulled the plug out and smoothly slid his cock into you. It took him all of two thrusts to finds that spot that made you see stars, and he put his arm around your waist, pounding into you at an inhuman pace as you wailed, loud noises getting swept away by the wind as you couldn't do anything other than take it.

He fucked you 3 more times that day, and by the end your body felt like lead as he carried you to bed after helping you through a shower. The change in his demeanor gave you whiplash as he became so incredibly careful with your body, applying cream where he’d smacked your ass a bit too hard earlier, when you were bent over his lap as punishment for intentionally interrupting his call with Zak.

You were sore and used because Lando sometimes went little bit harder when he got over excited. Your hips were bruised from where Lando’s fingers dug in when he got close to coming. Your scalp was sensitive because Lando loved to pull your hair when he pounded into you from behind, arching your back for him as he took a video, to use when he was alone halfway across the world. Your throat was raw where the tip of his cock had run it through for half an hour after losing at fifa against Max. He was a bit of a brute sometimes when it came to sex if he was in a dom mood, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, and you more than returned the favour whenever it was your turn to play.

Pt2 here

Want him to bend me over and have his way with me is that too much to ask?

[yanderenightmare]

TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, size-difference, captive darling, punishment, deepthroating, bondage

gn reader

Thinking about strict daddy dom yandere and how much he hates curse words.

Or… how much he hates curse words when they’re in your mouth.

Says it makes you filthy. Says he’s gotta teach that bratty mouth a lesson.

With your wrists bound up nice and snugly behind your back, he’ll fix a ring-gag around your head – make that mouth gape wide for him, letting drool spill freely down the corners of your lips where they're kept puckered and parted – wet and bloated as he slides his meaty cock between them – making you kiss along his veins until it’s swollen up nice and fat enough to stand on its own. Your face is slapped a bit with the hefty weight, slicking himself in the pretty tears running down your cheeks.

He says he’s gonna fuck all those filthy words out of your mouth. Says your throat’s gonna learn its purpose.

But he starts off gentle – fucking his big bulging cockhead into the soft pocket of your cheek – stretching it out and making more spit froth down your chin – spilling onto your pretty nipples that perk in the cold open air.

He keeps you completely naked when he’s punishing you. Adds to the power-play, you suppose. Where he’s still dressed in his nice suit. Except for his belt – no, he keeps that looped tight around your throat – using it like a leash as he tugs on it to keep you pliant – kneeling on the floor by his feet while he fucks your face.

Your cheek’s sore after a good while, but you’d rather he kept at it instead of what you know’s coming next – after he says it’s time to pick up the pace, when he tells you to take a deep breath before he’s sliding himself over the soft bed of your tongue until the tip hits the back of your throat – though, never letting it stop him for long before he’s pressing on and slowly but surely sending the entire length down your tight guzzle – all the way until your button nose is buried in the pubic hairs on his pelvis – taking him to the hilt with your wet lips stuck around his base and his big balls nuzzling the slick on your chin.

He praises you while keeping himself lodged deep – holding your throat to feel it bob for him as you gag around his thickness. Telling you this is exactly what your sweet throat was made for – not for yelling ugly curse words – but for sucking his cock free of cum.

You’re lightheaded when he starts to rock his hips back and forth against your face – only giving languid thrusts, never enough to ever leave the tight choke of your throat – never enough to allow you a proper breath of air. He’ll just chuckle at your dumb expression – endeared by the way your pretty eyes roll into the back of your head – telling you how happy he is when you’re his sweet baby doll.

He creams your throat after a while – humming a satisfied sigh as you swallow the load before it drowns you. Slinking out of your sticky mouth with a lazy smile on his face – looking down at you with such a patronizing leer as strokes his still hard cock up and down your sweet face – looking all dewy and cute for him – eyes misty and half-masted – mouth still gaping wide from the ring-gag keeping it open, your tongue lolling over it as you pant out like a little bitch in heat – just begging him for more.

Don’t worry, he’ll say. He’s not done with your mouth until he knows he’s washed out every last filthy word – one thorough throatpie at a time.

BNHA – Enji, Aizawa, Deku, Kirishima, Bakugou, Iida, Overhaul

JJK - Nanami, Toji, Geto, Naoya

ATSV - Miguel

DS – Muzan

HxH – Chrollo, Illumi, Leorio