#completely desperate with lust and love for each other

[boymanmaletheshequel]

One facet of Hellenistic and Roman, /Greco Roman paganism that I’ve always found extremely interesting to me, is how inherently human and relatable it’s gods, and their correlating counterparts are, especially when compared to deities in other ancient religions. They are divine, of course, this is made clear enough, but they all have aspects and traits to them that are inherently human. Rage, lust, joy, love, conflict. They represent, if nothing else, key elements of humanity and the human condition, which is something that no other ancient religion I’ve studied quite compares to in the same way. And not only that, but their relationship to people and humans as gods is clearly very symbiotic. They rely on their subjects for their fulfillment, interact with them directly on a regular basis, and often times even respect and revere them as not necessarily always equals, but as at the very least, creatures worthy of their consideration and respect, sometimes even falling in love with, and baring children with them. This is something that doesn’t really happen in any other ancient religion I’ve seen, sure, there are aspects of it in them, but not nearly are they portrayed as objectively or centrally as they are in Hellenism and Roman paganism. Each god represents some aspect of humanity in ways that are inherently non-Devine, Aphrodite is a lover, sometimes desperate to a vulnerable degree you wouldn’t expect a god to be. Dionysus is regularly consumed by madness as a result of his addiction and mental illness, and falls into spirals of depravity that are hauntingly ungodly. Artemis hunts even though she doesn’t need to, she respects her body as a goddess woman just as much as any human woman would, and fights back just as violently as well. Apollo finds much of his joy and happiness through the humans he falls in love with, and faces much of his suffering and sadness through them as well. Persephone fucking dies. maybe not literally in the sense of human, medical death, but absolutely metaphorically, and the grief her mother Demeter experiences is so inherently human, and so shockingly, gut wrenchingly tragic, that it is pretty obvious that this is what her story is meant to represent: a divine allegory for death and grief, an element that so many religions completely separate from their deities. Even Zeus, the primary deity, is a father figure who’s connection and relativity to fatherhood as seen in human men is almost identical. and if it weren’t for the pre-established lore and status of him as a an extremely powerful deity, there are moments in his Mythos where you might even forget that he’s a god, an all powerful, all divine, objectively non human god to begin with. I think it’s what makes Hellenism so emotional and so drawing to me, and to many other pagans, it’s a relationship that is mutual, and relatable, which is an element that is lacking in so many religions, even the major ones like Christianity and Islam. Yes, there are still elements of this in those religions, but it always feels like the stories constantly hammer in the fact that they are divine, so divine, so utterly unrelatable, so inherently disconnected from their subjects and their plights as a superior enitity, that there’s a limit to how connected one can feel to them. In hellenismos, this limit doesn’t seem to exist, and that’s something that makes it so much more personal and fascinating to me than any other religion I’ve studied. The gods are us, and we are the gods. At the end of the day, I think that’s what all religions should be about, and ultimately, are about, wether we realize it or not.

[iceinherheart-kissonherlips]

Jesus, he thinks, something is wrong with us, we are unwell, no one has ever felt any of this without destruction. Empires have fallen like this, he thinks, but it only makes him want her more, makes him look at his hands and think, My god, what a waste of time doing anything else but holding her. What a waste, and then he says aloud, JesusfuckingChrist what have you done to me? And she says, Kiss me.

He kisses her, thinks, Go on, ruin me. Wreck me, please. 

She kisses him back and she does. [x]

[diorchids]

size kink, luke castellan.

cw: size kink, piv, slight breeding kink, swearing, & more

luke castellan who has the worst size kink.

he would wrap his toned arm around your body while you talked to other campers, softly rutting his cock against you.

he would softly guide your legs apart, practically salivating as your glistening cunt was revealed to him.

the way your glossy eyes would bounce back and forth from his fat cock inside of you to his face full of desperation made him want to fuck his babies into you. your eyes rolled out copious amounts of tears to cope with the pain of his thick cock practically ripping through your tightness.

his large hands knead your breasts, sucking and licking your nipple. he loved how big his hands were on your bouncing breasts, whispering every night how much he loved cumming all over them.

you writhed and mewled under the assault of your wet, sweet, tight cunt. "stretchin' me out real good, lukey?" you tried to talk to him, but you stuttered and blabbered as he dumbed you down with his aggressive thrusts in and out of your little cunt.

he would plant his large hands on your stomach, seeing his fat cock bulge up into your tummy. "look a'that, got my cock all in you,” he groaned, “takin’ me so good, lettin’ me fuck my cock in your—pussy..” as he played with your puffy clit.

he tapped your chin, wordlessly telling you to kiss him. a clammy hand softly gripped your neck, practically wrapping around it completely before you pathetically lifted your head to bring your slick lips to his mouth. he was impatient, pursing his lips before kissing you harshly.

your salty tears roll down onto your collarbones, running down your chest as he thrust roughly, pressing his hand on your lower stomach. you could never get used to his cock, always mewling and crying when he forced it into your hole.

you looked so small underneath him, hands shaking and trembling when you tried to hold his face. “so small, baby,” he practically moaned. he loves your size and how small you are compared to him, yet how much of his cock you could take.

he pushed himself into you occasionally, not wanting to hurt you. you were practically being ripped open each time he thrusts into you.

“‘s like that, take all of it. so good, fuckin’ you so good, hm?” you nodded dumbly. drool pooling in the corners of your mouth, trying to speak but only letting out incoherent noises and cries.

“lu—mmh, g’cum…” you said, practically seizing under his flesh.

his hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he loved how sensitive you were to his touch, always twitching and writhing to accommodate the overwhelming feeling of warmth all over you.

feeling you tighten around him only served to make him go even harder. his pace quickened, his hips slamming into yours in a primal rhythm. the head of his cock, thick and unyielding, repeatedly poked up in your tummy.

“pretty baby—can’t take it no more?” he taunted you, sloppily kissing your face when you arched your back off the bed.

the sound of your flesh slapping together filled the room as luke continued to take you with rough, hungry strokes. his cock was a blur of thick, veiny flesh as it plunged in and out of your tight pussy, stretching you to the limits. it hurt so badly, but you just had to cum.

a thick white ring formed on the base of his cock, serving as proof of your arousal. he cooed in your ear, “doin’ so good, cum f’me.”

and that you did.

he held your waist in his hands, holding you in place while you thrashed and cried, your tummy releasing the burning knot in it.

he didn’t stop thrusting, he still wasn’t done. feeling you reach climax only fueled his lust. he groaned low in his throat, his hips pistoning faster and harder still.

the thick head of his cock almost pressed deep against your cervix, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your small body. “couldn’t take it, no? pretty pussy feelin’ so good.”

his hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you down against his relentless assault. he loved you more than anything, but you both loved how he treated you; fucking you dumb, forcing his fat cock into you.

“mmmh, s’ good,” you cried out, the corners of your mouth twitching with satisfaction while your juices coated his cock in your stickiness. he loved seeing your cunt react to him, serving as a lubricant for him to slide in easier.

he bit his lip and tightened his hold on your hips, thrusting hard and deep into you once more. "'s it, baby," he groaned as his cock jerked violently, sending streams of hot cum flooding into your tight, hungry cunt. “takin’—me so good.”

you eventually got up and felt his warm cum dripping down your inner thighs while he slipped his big shirt on you.

[tonycries]

Wanna Do Bad Things To You

Synopsis. He fucks you like he hates you. You didn’t mean to fuck your old friend-with-benefits - truly - it just kinda happened.

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! Reader, hate sex, ex-friends-with-benefits, slight angst, he’s still in love with you,  unprotected sex, jealous sex (from his side), choking, marking, pet names (my love, sweetheart), swearing.

Word count. 1.5k

A/N. Ummmmmmmm yeah. Art by @_3eam on X.

He fucks you like he hates you.

“Shut the fuck up, you little slut.”

“Do it then. What? Scared he’ll do it bet-”

Cut off by a pathetic gurgle - his large hand around your throat. Ringed fingers tightening right above your pulse, the cold metal digging into your searing skin. 

Your vision is bleary, blood roaring in your ears as he leans down, muscled front against your back. His breath is hot against your face as he whispers lowly, “Running your mouth a bit too much, my love. You do the same with him as well?”

Shivers run down your spine - all the way to your cunt, pulsing and clenching furiously around his throbbing tip. Teasing your dripping entrance. Unmoving.

Your walls burn, struggling at the stretch of his thick head, yet still wanting the bastard to fucking move. Such a fucking tease. He was always like this - even back when you two were together, but that’s a story for another time.

Turning to glare at him over your shoulder, “So what if I do? Who are you to tell me what to do?”

You’re either an idiot or a mastermind. 

Maybe both. Because you feel his achingly hard cock twitch animalistically inside you, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across those kiss-bitten lips you knew too well. You hated how much you wanted them on yours right now. 

“You’re right. I’m not anyone to you.” he murmurs venomously, swiftly capturing the tender skin of your exposed neck, sharp teeth digging into you. Branding you. 

You keen, hips bucking uselessly against his bruising grip on your hips as he pulls away. God, you felt so used - and it made your walls flutter around him so desperately. 

Two long fingers reach up to squeeze your cheeks together mockingly into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look at him. “But I’m gonna ruin you for everyone. Including that little prick you’ve tried to replace me with.”

Your eyes flutter open in shock - you didn’t even realize they were scrunched up - getting lost in the ones boring into yours, half-lidded and pupils blown ferally. Electricity jolts through your body at the pure lust and rage whirling in his intense gaze. 

You two were going to be the deaths of each other.

You two were always going to end up like this.

You’ve barely even finished the thought before his flushed tip is kissing your cervix so painfully good. 

“Hah- Oh, fuck. Fuck you.” Eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sheaths himself completely in you. A low hiss leaves his swollen lips as he pulls out agonizingly slow, inch by inch, prominent veins dragging along your g-spot. 

“Fuck, you sure you hate me? Because this pussy seems like she can’t get enough of me, hm?”

Whatever retort on the tip of your tongue is cut off by his rock-hard cock bullying its way back into your snug cunt. He fucks you animalistically, heavy balls stinging your pussy as his cock rams in and out of your hole over and over at a relentless pace. 

Strangled mewls of ah! ah! ah! leave your swollen lips as large fingers presses tight circles into your clit at a merciless rhythm matching the cadence of his hips. 

You mindlessly writhe against him, you felt so full - so split open on his cock. It was too much to handle. He was always too much to take. 

“Now now, don’t hah- run away from me, my love. If you’re going to act like such a fucking slut then take it like one.” he purrs, lip curling into a smug smirk that you wanted to smack off his pretty face. You couldn’t stand him - but you couldn’t get enough of him either.

“I’m not the hah- o-one that runs away. And- hngh- I’m not your ‘love’” you grit, because God forbid you go down without a fight - even when you’re falling apart completely under him.

What else could he have even expected? You always did see through him.

God, did he love that bitchy mouth of yours. 

Huffing out a surprised laugh, he wraps a strong arm around your waist pulling you deeper onto his throbbing cock - grip hard enough that he knows you’ll have marks to remember him by. Not like he planned on letting you ever forget him in the first place.

“You always did know how to push my buttons, huh, my love?” 

“Could say the same for you, sweetheart.”

Fuck that stupid fucking petname. How is it that even after years of not hearing it, his heart still lurches the same as it falls out of your mouth? That annoying, nagging part of his brain wonders if you call him the same thing.

And maybe you could read minds - he wouldn’t be surprised - because you open those pretty lips to say “Though, you’re not my sweetheart anymore, huh?”

Unexplainable anger seethes under his skin in a way that makes him want to claw it off. 

“Fuck you.” he hisses, turning your face so his mouth clashes with yours. It’s all bruising urgency and teeth clashing at the breathless dance of your tongues. 

His cock speeds up it’s abuse on your cunt, fucking you with impatient, harsh thrusts that have his leaking tip kissing your cervix. Had it not been for his firm hand around your throat, you were sure you’d have been slammed into the headboard creaking in protest.

“You drive me fucking insane. Fuck you.”

He hates the whines of his name falling from your kiss-bitten lips, and how it’s his favorite song.

He hates the tears clinging to your lashes in a way that makes him want to burn down anything that made you cry. Including himself.

He hates the way your cunt clamps down on him as if it hurts to part - he wishes you felt the same.

He hates the way he can’t let you go.

You were perfect, so perfect. Too perfect for him. He was probably better for you - all stability and reassurance where he is nothing but a whirlwind of change. 

In one, fluid move, he’s pulled out of the snug heaven of your dripping cunt - flipping you onto your back to stare into those beautiful eyes that haunt him every night. 

"Let's forget everything else, if just for tonight."

And with those words, he’s back inside you again, ramming into you with purpose. Though his thrusts are as unforgiving as ever, something about the air feels charged with something different. A rawness that both of you would have shied away from. 

“Th-this doesn’t hngh- fix us, y’know.”

“I know, my love.”

His low words muffled as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the bite mark with a tenderness that doesn’t translate into his hips. And you can’t overthink it - because your head is only filled with him and the way your cunt is milking his thick cock so good. 

And later you’ll probably blame your foggy thoughts for the reason why your hands subconsciously wrap around his muscled shoulders, pulling him so impossibly close until you can feel his heartbeat thundering under your touch - in sync with your own. One. Two. Three.

“Ah! Shit. Doing so good, cunt made jus’ f’me. You’re made jus’ f’me.” choked moans leave his throat as he pulls away ever-so-slightly to look into your fucked out eyes. 

“Perfect f’me, my love.”

Maybe at his words - or maybe at his predatory, blown-out gaze - you buck your hips to desperately meet his. Breathless moans of his name leaving your bruised lips.

With a final, purposeful thrust of his cock, he pulls you once more into a familiar, searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. You see stars as you cum, mind barely registering the thick ropes of his seed that fill your quivering cunt.

A low groan leaves him as his cum forms a thick, white ring around his base, dripping down your legs and onto the bedsheets that he knew were your favorite. It was feral - and at least for this moment, it made him feel like yours. 

Some carnal part of him keeps bucking his hips into you as if on instinct, letting you ride out your highs together. Fucking his cum deeper and deeper the way he would as lovers, his strong arms wrapped around you to keep you from moving away. But he didn’t have to, because right now you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Keeping you close. As if he never wanted to let go - both of your bodies a mindless whisper of what your minds craved. 

A delicate intimacy that only your bodies could bring rings in the sex-filled air. And when he finally stops, body collapsing onto yours - he whispers a secret. Meant for only the two of you in this quiet world.

“Fuck me like you still love me.”

Because by God was he in love with you.

- Gojo, TOJI, SUGURU, Atsumu, SUNA, Tsukishima, SAKUSA, EREN

A/N. Maybe I’ll do some fluff next week to make up for this…

Plagiarism not authorized.

[osachiyo]

" LEMME HIT YOU WITH THAT DUMB DICK ! "

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — dazai, chuuya, jouno (+ tecchou), oda, sigma x fem!reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — [n]sfw content, somnophilia, these are random scenarios ok don't come at me, degradation, humiliation, doggystyle, rough, getting caught, pussy slapping, s.ex at work, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, piv, unprotected s.ex (be careful babes), praise, creampie + etc • this was originally supposed to be their fav places to fuck but i had to scrap that bc i lost motivation :') anyway, happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! not proofread soz babes

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⁰¹ 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 — fucking you in a storage room of the agency

This man is a sex fiend, so of course he would love to fuck you literally anywhere anytime. Though he can't lie, being balls deep in your juicy little cunt at work — risking both of your dignities and possibly your jobs has him harder than a fucking rock.

"Osamu— what if we g-get caugh— mmh-!" you let out a muffled moan as dazai delivered a particularly harsh thrust into your cunt, effectively shutting you up. "Relaaaax, sweet thing — almost no one c-comes here — fuck, you're so damn tight," Dazai panted into your ear, hot breath making a chill run down your spine — back arching even further against his chest.

"God, you're so good f'me — so warm 'n right, fuck!" each word was rushed, dripping with lust — the desperation in his voice made you wanna look at his pretty face, pussy clenching just from imagining how good he'd look with his hair disheveled — his usual doe eyes narrowed and a deep blush covering his skin, sweat dripping down his forehead and making his hair stick to his forehead —

Your train of thought got cut off abruptly when Dazai slapped his hand over your mouth, before his hushed voice reached your ears, "shh, stay still f'me, sweetheart."

You were about to question it when you heard the president's voice from just behind the door. The door of the room you were currently getting your back blown out in.

"Yes, I keep hearing strange noises from this one room in particular," you heard fukuzawa's muffled voice — the thought of your boss catching you in the act made your pussy flutter around Dazai’s length, making the brunette grunt in response.

"Are you trying to get us caught, darl'?" Dazai hissed into your ear — oops, you unintentionally clenched down again upon hearing the keys jingle from the other side of the door. Luckily Dazai was ready for it this time, and managed to bite down on your shoulder before he could get a sound out.

"W-what do we do, 'samu? He’s gonna come in!" you whisper-yelled, panic settling in your bones when you saw the doorknob rattle — but before he could unlock the door fully, you heard the high pitched voice of another worker, "president! an important client has come to personally see you."

"Hm, alright. looks like i'll have to tell someone else to take a look in this room later. Let’s go,"

You let out a breath of relief once the footsteps faded away, leaving you both in complete silence until dazai decided to speak up —

"You clenched reaaal hard when he was about to open the door — don't tell me you actually wanted us to get caught, did you, naughty girl?"

⁰² 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 — having you suck him off in his office

Chuuya's job as an executive of the mafia is stressful, to say the least. Not to mention some of the idiotic workers not doing their job right never fails to make his blood pressure go especially high — his anger issues doesn't help his case at all. But what does help is his sweet sweet girlfriend giving him some... 'under the table service' at work.

Chuuya's fist slammed against the hardwood desk, a loud 'thwack!' echoing in the room,

"What the fuck were you thinking?!" he sneered at the poor man in front of him — who couldn't help but flinch at seeing his boss so angry at him failing to complete a simple report.

Truth be told, Chuuya wasn’t really that mad at the worker, for the report at least — he was just.. super on edge from you deep-throating his cock under the goddamn table. He struggled to think properly, and the poor worker interrupting his private moment with you really ticked him off. Can you really blame him though?

How could he think straight with your skilled tongue swirling around his glossy tip so sinfully — fucking tease. Oh and the way you peered up at him through lowered lashes, your eyes glazed with a dreamy haze.

It all made his head spin like crazy.

“-ir, I can re-do it if you would like me to..” Chuuya’s train of thought unfortunate got cut off short, blue eyes snapping back to the man before him — right, the report.

“A-ahem — alright. Have it finished by 6 pm.”

Chuuya hated the way his voice cracked, fingernails digging into the palms of his hands as he tried not to moan out loud when you fully took him nose deep in that right, sweet little throat— shamelessly rutting your hips into his crazy expensive slacks, rubbing your juices all over the smooth, polished material.

You felt Chuuya’s fingers entangle themselves in your hair immediately after hearing the ‘click’ of the door shutting — the guy must’ve finally left.

You couldn’t help but gasp as you were pulled up from the cold, hard floor — and being shoved onto the desk instead.

You felt your pussy throb in your lacy panties as Chuuya spread your legs open — two fingers pressing and prodding at your cunt before sliding the flimsy material to the side,

“Now, let’s get into the real fun, shall we darl’?”

⁰³ 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐎 — teaching tecchou how to eat you out properly

Jouno was a good friend. Even though he might've had a tendency to be a little harsh and.. sadistic at times, he wasn't a bad person. I mean, he had to be atleast a decent person for teaching his inexperienced co-worker how to eat pussy — specifically, his own girlfriend's.

"No, not like that you fucking idiot —" Jouno grumbled, pulling Tecchou's head off of your cunt as he blinked in confusion like a lost puppy, sticky strings of your arousal still attached to his lips. "What do you mean? She's clearly enjoying it.."

"I mean that you can do better. You do want to make her feel fuckin' amazing, don't you?" Jouno raised a questioning brow. "Well, of cour—" "Then start acting like it."

A gasp left your honeyed lips when Tecchou's face was pushed back against your cunt — hot tongue working with even more fervor as he ate you out like he had been starving for days.

"Oh fuck — feels so g-good, sai," you whimpered out — head thrown back and your tongue threatening to loll out from the sheer pleasure the man between your legs was giving you. "Yeah, baby? Feels good when Tecchou eats that sweet cunt out reaaaaal good, huh?" Jouno's tone was condescending — his lips curled up into a cocky smirk.

“Y’smell so sweet - taste so sweet -” Tecchou's voice was low and dripping with need — your pussy throbbed from just how desperate he sounded.

"A-ah shit - can feel you throbbin' on my tongue, princess —" he groaned, tongue flattening against your clit as he shook his head side to side.

You babbled out Jouno’s name like a prayer — all while the man between your legs worshipped your cunt like it was his god, pink tongue repeatedly flicking your clit, making you see stars as your hole stretched around two of his slim fingers.

“Please — wanna c-cum s’ba- mmh!- ,” you let out a strangled noise as a harsh slap landed on your soaked pussy, clit throbbing as you threw your head back once more. “Fuckin’ slut, so damn eager to cum on another man’s tongue in front of your boyfriend, hmm?”

“Don’t — ah fuck, squeezin’ so tight ‘round my fingers, baby - don’t be so mean, Jouno,” Tecchou threw a side glare to the man next to him, which only earned a shrug from said man, “quit talking and enjoy the meal, dumbass. She’s close.”

And enjoy the meal he did — lapping up every single drop of your sweet juices so enthusiastically you’d think that he hadn’t eaten in days.

⁰⁴ 𝐎𝐃𝐀 — morning sex with him

Mornings with your husband, Oda Sakunosuke, were sweet, blissful and filled with love. Sometimes he'd surprise you with breakfast in bed, it's the least he can do considering everything that you do for him, is what he says. But sometimes — you crave him instead of the delicious food.

“My pretty girl,” Oda smiled sleepily, moving some of your hair out of your face to admire your effortless beauty — blissfully unaware to how his deep morning voice made your heart flutter in your chest, and your pussy throb with need.

You grinned back, scooting closer into his arms as you gazed into his deep brown eyes, “pretty enough to fuck?”

Oda raised a questioning eyebrow, full lips curling into a grin, "oh? that's the game we're playing, love?" Strong arms wrapped around your bare figure, the marks of last night still fresh on your skin — a reminder to how he fucked you dumb on his cock only a few hours prior.

You felt your face burn from the memories of last night rushing back into you — god, you two were insatiable - you're sure Oda fucked you in every single position in the book, and it did nothing but make you crave him more.

"Still with me, darling?" he lightly tapped your cheek, snapping you back to the present. You nodded, a gasp falling from your lips as big, calloused hands found themselves groping at your tits, pinching at your cute nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses on your neck — his stubble tickling the sensitive skin there.

"O-oda—"

"shhh, baby — lemme do all the work, yeah?"

And that's how you ended up with your face pressed into the pillows — silken bedsheets tangled around your bodies as Oda fucked his fat girth into your sopping cunt nice 'n deep.

A large hand was pressing your back into the meanest arch ever — strong hips slamming against the fat of your plush ass with each deep thrust, thick mushroom tip prodding at your g-spot - making you bleat out your husband's name pitifully. Oda only pushed your head deeper into the soft pillows — clearly too lost in the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him.

He watched his cock slipped in and out of your pussy so easily — your slick covering his balls down to his thighs. Oda groaned deeply in his throat as he watched a creamy ring form around the base of his cock — your cunt sucking him in so eagerly that he almost thought it hurt for you to let him go.

You let out a particularly loud moan as Oda's cock hit that one spot in you — you could only bite down on the pillow as your eyes shut closed, pussy slobbering shamelessly all over his length.

"Oh? Did you like— argh! - t-that spot, sweet girl?"

⁰⁵ 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 — fucking you in your sleep

Sigma was a busy man — with running the sky casino and being part of the decay of angels didn't leave too much alone time with just him and you — especially for some.. intimacy. You knew he needed to relieve himself someway — all that workload while being pent up as fuck certainly wasn't good for him. Plus, you have been craving him as well.. so you came up with an easy solution.

The door to your shared bedroom clicked open — your beloved boyfriend, Sigma, letting himself in as his eyes racked over the entire room, searching for anything out of the ordinary — you did tell him that you had a surprise for him, after all.

Upon finding nothing, he stalked over to the bed, confusion lacing his features as he glanced over at your sleeping form. Slender hands slowly slipped the soft blanket off of you and oh —

It all clicked suddenly.

The lavender coloured lace suited your complexion so perfectly, the expensive material hugging your features like it was made for you. Sigma gulped, eyes fixating on the way your tits were practically spilling out of the flimsy fabric — your stiff nipples very much visible to his hungry gaze.

It wasn't long before he had his face buried between your plush thighs — Sigma was so desperate, not even bothering to take the lingerie off your body. Besides, why would he when you just looked way too good in it?

He was practically eating you out through the thin lace — nose bumping against your clothed clit as his tongue tried to push deeper into your cunt. You had him in a chokehold — but he couldn't care less.

Sigma's slim hips were rutting into the expensive sheets — precum leaking from his sensitive tip as he tried his best not to cum untouched just from tasting your sweet pussy, but fuck, you were making it so hard for him.

He felt his cock throb in his pants when you started letting out soft moans and sighs in your sleep — or were you even asleep anymore? He didn't know and neither did he care — mind too focused on making you cum on his pretty face.

"ohh s-shit — best surprise - sluurrp - e-ever—" he whined into your cunt, spitting directly into your sticky hole before slurping it all back up.

Safe to say, he definitely enjoyed your little surprise.

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[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; male!reader

sukuna dry humping toji while he mouths at your cock through your pants.....

kuna is just rubbing his clothed dick right up against toji's ass as he's bent over, down on his hands and knees in front of you. kuna's hips rock into the other man's with every breath he takes and the hold he has on him is bruising, his lidded eyes glued to where toji's asshole is hidden under the material of his sweats, the lewd thoughs flooding his head.

you all feel way too fucking dizzy to remove your clothes, too in the moment to spare even a second to take your hands off each other. toji's drooling all over your bulge, his saliva making a proper mess of you. it mixes with the pre-cum that's starting to leak through and the subtle salty taste makes the man let out a content hum.

with every harsh thrust sukuna makes, his nose brushes against your waistband as he tries to take your whole tip into his mouth through your pants. your hips buck into his face and his head tilts up; his mossy green eyes are blown wide, dark with lust and his cheeks are completely flushed – he looks so fucked out already. his hand digs into the flesh of your upper thigh.

it's a moment between you two, just staring into each others eyes while happily drowning in the needy, thick air that swims around you.

that is until kuna's hips slam into his again, pressing toji's face against your hard cock with a breathy laugh. "how cute... got a pair of lovebirds here, hm?"

but toji refuses to argue with him, all the fight in him dying as the pleasure takes over. so he just decides to just nuzzle his face into your crotch again; he slips a little lower, just where your balls are and it makes you shift your hips and spread your thighs a bit wider. your head falls back onto against the couch and kuna's eyes travel over toji's arched back to your now exposed neck. he watches your adam's apple bob as you blindly card a hand through toji's hair and he cracks a grin.

"yeaah... tug harder." kuna's raspy voice reverberates through the whole room, his dick twitching at the sight of toji's burning ears. "he loves that shit."

toji's grip on you tightens, his insides flare at the comment. but his body betrays him, his own hips stuttering back against kuna's, making the latter laugh. "of course, you do."

he can't take it; having you splayed out so beautifully before him and sukuna's rough thrusts have toji's head spinning. the degrading quips and the burn on his scalp from you now actually pulling at his roots aren't helping either, his own cock painfully bobbing in the confines of his sweats.

leaning over toji's body, sukuna lowers himself so his lips brush against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down the man's back. kuna's red eyes find yours as he whispers to toji. "ya love it because you're a good fucking boy, right?"

the mocking tone in kuna's voice makes toji press his eyes shut and the man laughs again, his hips grinding into toji's hips even harder. feeling sukuna's body press against his, the weight of him, and the fact that he keeps forcing toji's face more and more against your bulge is getting toji way closer to his orgasm than he'd like to admit.

placing a hand on the couch right next to your leg, sukuna pushes him just enough to cock his head at you. the movement is enough to tell you what he wants, so you obey without a word – leaning forward while keeping a hand on the back of toji's head. now completely stuck between you and sukuna, toji can't move forward nor can he move backward and the pressure makes another glob of pre-cum spill from his tip. the mess he's making in his sweats is ridiculous; he's probably never been harder than he is now.

sukuna's hips halt as he raises his hand from toji's waist just to squeeze your cheeks together and smash his lips to your in a starved kiss. toji can hear the wet sounds of your tongues dancing together and he tries to wriggle his hips, desperate for sukuna to hump him again. kuna's dick rests right between his ass cheeks and toji is just a breath away from literally begging the man to put it inside. he needs more, he needs to cum so fucking bad.

when you start pushing his head into your crotch even more with a firm hold on the black strands of his hair, basically face-fucking him through your pants, toji moans. sukuna grins against your slightly puckered lips, his hand still on your face as he controls the situation. he's so fucking hard; the sight of the two of you being so fucking needy from just some heavy petting is definitely doing something to him. his ego grows, pride blooming in his chest when you mewl into his mouth.

pulling away an inch, sukuna keeps you there as he nips at your jawline. "he jerks off to the thought of you, did ya know that? he's fucking ridiculous."

your breath hitches just a little, toji's dick jumping at the shameful accusation made against him. but he can't even defend himself, his mouth busy drooling all over your bulge. eyes rolling back into your head, you sigh – it's hard to focus with the men being all over you like this. sukuna's word swim in your head, the filthy images of toji's fisting his cock to the thought of you making the knot in your stomach tighten.

luckily for the both of you, sukuna's feeling extra generous today. acting as if he's not about to bust all over toji's ass, he let's go of your pretty face with his lip tucked under his sharp teeth. he grabs onto toji's waist again; barely pulling away, he's just grinding into toji's backside with a ruthless pace. he thinks about fucking his cum into toji's tight ass. how good he'd look with it dripping out of him.

knowing that you won't last much longer, your lips itching to taste him too, you tug at toji's roots again but this time upward and away from your clothed dick, making the man hiss. his lips are all glossy, spit covering the sides of his mouth and his chin and he's even more red in the face now than he was before - he looks fucking exceptional. so you don't waste any more time by closing the distance between you, grabbing onto his cheeks and smashing your lips to his.

cum seeps through toji's sweats the second he feels your tongue swiveling against his. you taste sweet and a bit like kuna; you taste like want and need and toji can't help but moan into you. taking his hand from your bruised thigh, he cups your bulge, massaging your balls with his skilled fingers and it's enough to push you over the edge aswell.

sukuna wishes he could film the scene that's playing out before him. he watches toji melt into your touch, he watches you twitch from the overwhelming feeling of his heavy tongue in your mouth, he watches you both try and eat each others faces with such delight that it makes the corners of his mouth twitch up once more. but he completely loses his own sanity when your eyes crack open, staring at him while still making out with toji. oh, you're really something, huh?

with a last harsh thrust, you have sukuna's cumming in his pants, too. fucking himself through his orgasm, he keeps rubbing against toji's ass while keeping his eyes on you. your fingers are now playing with the longer hairs on toji's nape, the big man almost purring at the loving touch.

after a minute of just pure sounds of the three of you trying to catch your breath, sukuna pushes himself up from the ground and you smile lazily at the mess he's made of himself. the tough guy gives you a little 'tch', not even trying to surpress the smug smirk on his lips. toji crawls a little closer, hiding his face in the crook of your neck with a sigh, wrapping his big arms around your middle as sukuna takes a place next to you on the couch.

using your free hand, you caress sukuna's jaw, silently begging for him to look at you. and he does just that because no matter how much he loves mocking and teasing, he's weak for the both of you. his dark eyes meet your hazy ones and as if having a magnet inside him, he's inching forward to feel your lips on his again. his eyelids flutter shut and his nose brushes against yours but just before he gets to taste the glorious mix of you and toji on his tongue, you whisper.

"but you're a good boy too, right?"

sukuna's world stops. his breath fans your warm skin, his fingers squeezing your thigh as he gulps like a fish, thinking of a snarky reply. the sound of toji's breathy chuckle breaks him from his thoughts though. his eyes crack open only to see the other man smirking into your neck, and then he sees your own smile. hair disheveled, eyes lidded and lips streched as wide as they can, clearly proud of your comment; you stare back at sukuna before pushing further. "what? y'gonna argue back to me?"

knowing that toji is about to laugh again, sukuna's fist connects with his shoulder as he gives him a strong shove before falling back against the couch with the smallest pout on his lips. "fuck off."

you snake an arm around his shoulders, pulling his head onto yours as you press your lips against his cheek while tracing your fingers over the side of toji's sensitive neck. "my good boys."

+ @lxnarphase kissing youuu:333

[globesiem]

reminder. ★ lando norris, 4.

content porn with minimal plot, dirty talk, penetration, pr!reader, unprotected sex.

ideally, being lando norris’ public relations manager wouldn’t have to be such a chore. covering up every scandal, from the miami party rumors to every offhanded bratty comment he continued making to the media despite acknowledging their overdramatic reactions and nitpicky behavior.

sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if his overly loose mouth was a product of his lack of media training, or simply because he rather enjoyed eliciting a reaction out of you. quickly skimping behind him, throwing apologies across the room for your boss’ uncanny comments.

also ideally, the snarky and arrogant comments he made into the reporters’ microphones, wouldn’t end up with you pinned against the wall of his motorhome. somehow the line between professionalism and carnal desire began to blur over the course of your laboral relationship, ending up in a mess of teeth clashing together, desperate hands roaming the other’s body in an attempt to earn satisfaction, along with a string of pornographic sounds that could easily be depicted from a sexual film.

“lando, you need to be more careful.” your voice was faint and exhasperated, interrupted by his harsh thrusts that caused you to almost hiccup after every word, shaky hands tangled into his hair, tugging at the sweaty curls just barely.

“that’s why i got you, huh?” his tone dripped of faux sweetness, a tint of mockery hidden under the charming english accent that made your head spin with every small undertone or enunciation.

“don’t do anything stupid—” you cut yourself off with a loud moan, gasping for air as his lips commenced their nip on your neck, peppering love marks where his teeth slightly bit down. “—is all i’m saying.” you managed to finish your sentence with a pant.

“well,” he managed to mumble against your collarbone, pausing momentarily to direct his gaze to yours, a small smirk evidenly spreading across his lips. “too late for that now, hm?” his voice came out in a lustful tone, seductive, even. he acted as if you weren’t completely at his mercy, waiting for his wandering hands to make their way to where you needed them the most.

it was almost pathetic, truly. the way you melted under his touch, fog clouding every ounce of judgement you ever thought you had, soft mewls escaping your pursed lips at every ghastly touch; hands gripping your hips in a possessive manner, pulling you impossibly closer with a shaky breath.

“oh shut up,” you breathed out, sentence ending up in more of a moan rather than a strong imposition, tone of voice betraying the supposed thread of self control that still seemed to reign within you.

“me?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully. you knew you were playing with fire, evident in the way his eyes seemed to darken with every teasing word thrown his way, constructed to perfection to keep luring him.

you were like a siren to him, so irresistibly beautiful he couldn’t help to shove his cock down your throat after a while of getting to know you, stuff you full of his cum while having you moan out his name in an utter haze.

could you blame him? seeing you walk around the paddock with those tiny skirts and mclaren team shirts that occasionally, and quite coincidentally, had his number on them, made him grow possessive of you, a growing thirst he could only cure with his tongue on your cunt.

which is how you seemed to always end up in this situation, pinned against the wall of his motorhome with his cock shoved inside your dripping pussy. your panties were somewhere in the room, torn apart by the same veiny hand that held your hips in place to thrust deeper inside of you, making sure to hit every sweet spot he seemed to memorize after each encounter, lips openly peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, leaving a trail of purple bites as a reminder.

“so good for me,” he whispered, more of an affirmation to himself if he was to be completely honest. “wouldn’t want anyone else to fuck. beauty and brains, hm?” you were sure he never learned how to keep his pretty mouth shut, but you clearly weren’t complaining as your slick coated his cock perfectly with an encouragement of each word from him.

“please, lan.” you moaned out in a higher pitched tone than usual, head thrown back as he continued rutting his hips at a quick pace, a hand now trailing to your neck, gripping barely enough to increase your growing pleasure, another hand holding your hips tightly as a series of low groans escaped his lips.

“let go for me, darling. i got you,” he continued talking in a low voice, huffing as he pistoned his hips quicker, the sound of skin slapping accompanied with a louder moan from you, his lips carefully biting your collarbone.

“i’m, fuck—” you cut yourself off with a loud moan, needless to say your juices quickly coated his dick with a white ring of your juices as your orgasm washed over you, body slightly shaking.

with one final thrust and a few words you couldn’t quite make out in the haze of your post orgasm state, he came inside of you, shooting ropes of cum into your puffy cunt, continuing to rut into you momentarily to make sure it stayed inside deep inside, like a reminder.

“told you to be more careful.” you breathed out.

“and i told you, that’s what i have you for, angel.”

[moonstruckme]

I’m not quite sure if this is too explicit so if it is please feel free to decline, but I was wondering if you could do a poly!marauders x reader who has a past with sexual assault so is kind of iffy and stand offish about sexual inter course? Again, all good if you can’t because it is a touchy subject ! I hope you’re having a lovely day/night !! (p.s. I love your writing so much :3)

Thank you gorgeous, love you <3

cw: trauma response, mention of past sexual assault

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

Sometimes you can feel left out. Of the easy way the boys touch each other, the knowingness they have of the other’s bodies, the in-jokes about intimate aspects of their relationship that aren’t secret from you but you’re not a part of. And you know in your bones, in that thrumming, impossible-to-ignore beat inside your ribcage, that you’re not ready to be a part of them, but it still hurts to have something about your boys that’s separate from you. Some part of them you can’t access, and it’s only because you won’t allow them access to you in return. 

And sometimes, like now, things go astonishingly well. Sometimes you can let them touch you while feeling nothing but the pleasant warmth of love and lust brewing like a potion in your core. Sometimes you can let yourself tug Sirius closer as he kisses you, can swallow the soft sounds he makes into your mouth without your mind taking you anywhere other than this bed, this boy. 

Sometimes you can get so lost in them it feels like the fear can’t find you. 

“Okay?” Sirius breathes, setting a tentative hand on the small of your back. He tastes like coca cola, and his lips are a manifestation of every soft and earnest part of him he never shows. “This okay, sweetness?” 

You nod fervently, trying very hard not to think as you tunnel your fingers into the featherdown silkiness of the hair behind his ear. 

“Yeah?” You’re growing quite sick of all his talking, persistent in your kisses even when Sirius breaks them. His mouth curves against yours, sensing this, and his hand settles more comfortably into the curve of your spine. “Alright, you’re in charge. Just let me know if anything’s too much.” 

You make a muffled sound of acknowledgement. Truly, logically, you feel safe with Sirius, the same as you would with Remus or James. It was his idea that you be on top, after Remus figured out that you feel most comfortable when you don’t feel trapped, after James was the one to initiate the conversation on how they can make you feel good while respecting your (admittedly, nebulous and often fickle) boundaries. You haven’t worked up the courage to do anything beyond kissing, and none of them have pushed you. Really, you’ve been the one doing the pushing, wanting more and more from the kissing until it’s turned into this, you and Sirius hiding from dishwashing duty with you on top of him and sucking his face like a dementor.

You grind your hips down into his, and Sirius’ chuckle rumbles through the both of you as he grabs a greedy handful of your ass. 

Your breath stills in your lungs. 

You still completely, actually, every inch of you rigid, from your bum under Sirius’ hand to your eyes, stuck closed tight. The only part of you that seems to get that you’re still alive is your heart, thrashing wildly inside the bars of your ribcage like it wants to escape when you can’t. 

“Shit.” Sirius’ hand flees upward, skimming up your back to safer territory below your shoulder blades. “Shit, sorry, baby. You okay?” 

You want to tell him yes, in every physical, objective, important way you’re just fine. But your breath is frozen solid somewhere between your throat and your lungs and it won’t let you speak. 

“Sweetheart.” Sirius is starting to sound desperate, though he’s clearly trying to stay calm for your sake. He sets gentle hands at your waist, sitting you up while he eases out from under you. You expect you’ll move like a statue, but your arms move of their own mind once freed, wrapping tight around your middle. “You’re okay, baby, you’re safe. I’m so sorry, I was—I should have asked. I moved too fast, I didn’t mean to scare you. Can you talk to me, please?” 

“Sorry,” you manage. Something comes loose inside you. The air comes back to your lungs, you pull your legs up onto the bed, and laughter unspools from inside you like wire long coiled tight. 

Sirius doesn’t smile. “Don’t be sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you like that. Are you okay?”

It’s now that James and Remus decide to come and see what you’re up to. At the sound of Sirius’ panic-tight voice, their footsteps hasten down the hallway. James taps on the doorframe and you turn to him so fast your neck clicks. His face is melded by a soft worry. 

“Everything alright?” he asks. 

You nod, but Sirius must signal something different from your other side, because James and Remus advance towards the bed the way one might approach a feral kitten. 

“Are you okay?” Sirius asks again, voice cracking now that the other two are here. 

“Hey, it’s alright, love,” Remus says gently. “Maybe stop touching her for a bit.” You hadn’t even noticed Sirius’ hand gripping your leg, but its removal feels like you’ve lost a thousand pounds. You fight back a shiver. “She’s okay. Aren’t you, darling?” 

To hear worry in even Remus’ voice is significant. You try to make yours even to counter it. “Yeah,” you agree. “Yeah, sorry, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t need to be sorry,” James promises, crouching in front of you and Sirius. You’ve nowhere to hide from his melty-soft gaze. “What happened?” 

“I went too far.” Sirius’ voice sounds like it hurts, scraping its way out of him. Your heart throbs in response. 

You shake your head, insistent and perhaps a touch too fast. “No, it wasn’t your fault. I was—I—I escalated things, and then it just—”

“Take a deep breath,” Remus instructs. 

“I’m fine,” you say again. 

“Please, sweetheart. Just try.” 

You do, for his sake, pushing air in and out of your lungs like you’re trying to inflate a balloon. They won’t get as full as you want them too, but it’s not until you try that your body seems to catch up to what’s been happening. You start trembling all over. 

“Shit.” Your voice thickens, tears threatening. “Sorry, this is so stupid.” 

“It’s not,” James says. “Can I...can I hold your hand, or are you not ready for that yet?” 

“Please,” you squeak out. 

He grasps your hand, and you squeeze tightly, breathing until the tears don’t press at your eyes so insistently. You hate that the ugly thing of your past is touching something this good. That it’s hurting people who aren’t you, like it’s a virus you caught and now you’re spreading it.

“It’s really not your fault,” you tell Sirius, turning to him. “I thought I could handle it.” 

“I shouldn’t have moved without checking,” he replies in a similar tone. “I’m so sorry, sweetness. I never want to scare you like that.” 

You shake your head. “You don’t.” 

A dense silence lapses, not uncomfortable but full of things unsaid. James’ hand is warm in yours. 

“Hug?” you ask Sirius. 

He looks surprised. “Are you sure?” 

You nod, extricating your hand from James’ to wrap your arms around his middle. Sirius is tentative at first, palms placed lightly on the high and low points of your back, but when you hold him tighter he reciprocates. You hear Remus whisper something to James. Sirius’ fingers press into your back, the tip of his nose cold where it squishes into your neck. 

Sometimes, they make you feel completely safe. 

[dark-and-kawaii]

Who would babytrap you out of the bg3 men 🙈

୨♡୧ Baby Trapping ୨♡୧

Halsin - Gale - Haarlep - Raphael - Gortash - Rolan

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: Yes. Absolutely Yes. I got you babes xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Breeding | Creampie | Baby Trapping

╰› Halsin’s obsession with you reached dangerous heights, fueled by a possessive jealousy that consumed his every thought. He knows the depths of his actions are morally wrong, but his desire for you overrides any rationality that remains within him. The way that other Druid looks at you, their eyes hungering for your body, it stirs an animalistic rage within Halsin.

Feigning urgency on important matters, deceiving both you and the unsuspecting Druid whom he pulled you away from, Halsin leads you deep into the forest, where his intentions come to fruition. Overwhelmed by his uncontrollable lust, he takes you forcefully, ravishing you until you're reduced to a quivering, moaning mess. The ecstasy of the moment blinds you as he spills his seed inside you without restraint, his desire to impregnate you driving him further.

Halsin wrestles with the weight of his actions, he knows it’s wrong to wish you pregnant like this, but the beast inside him demands otherwise. You, his chosen mate, his partner, you are his alone and he’ll make sure all the others know this.

╰› Haarlep is both possessive & greedy, always wanting more, especially if you’re Raphael’s little mouse. Haarlep’s not afraid to claim you as their toy if you’ve truly caught their attention. Through a combination of enchantment and manipulation the incubus ensnares you, captivating your senses and dominating your every thought. They exploit your deepest desires, using their irresistible allure to draw you deeper into their web of possession.

Your mind becomes foggy, a euphoric haze engulfing you, but it feels so damn good. The pleasure is intoxicating, so intense that the means by which it is achieved becomes inconsequential. All you crave is more. Haarlep's beautiful cock slides effortlessly into your eager depths, fitting you perfectly, as if it were the only thing that could ever satiate your desires. They make you yearn for their touch, their love, their vile seed. They use you as they please, taking what they desire from your body while painting your gummy walls white, leaving you begging, pleading for Haarlep to cum deep within Raphael’s precious little mouse, “P-please~ Cum n’inside Raphael’s s’little m-mouse!~”

By the time you come to your senses it’ll be too late. You’re nice and bloated with the creatures cum, they’ve claimed you, your body belongs to Haarlep now, and you will serve them well as the mother of their demon spawn.

╰› Raphael is filled with insecurities and has been his whole life but never dares show it. Not until you feel how how desperate his thrusts become, it’s almost pitiful. He’s so desperate to fill you with his offspring, it’s his way of proving to the infernal realms that he is the strongest, capable of producing the finest progeny to aid in his conquests and ruling.

Master manipulator, skilled at using his charm he'll make sure to bend your will to his desires, will purposely breakdown your defenses, prey upon your deepest fears and own insecurities, exploiting them to gain complete control over your body and soul.

“You need me,” is all he says, his eyes fixated on the way your tight cunt accommodates him with each forceful thrust. Each time he goes deeper and deeper causing you to whimper and clench his luxurious sheets… You can feel the bulge in your stomach each time the head of his shaft brushes against your cervix. It becomes evident that he places his ambitions and pleasure above all else, including your own needs and desires.

╰› Gortash deeply adores and values your presence, which is why he indulges in serving you drinks until you reach a delightful state of inebriation. Although you had expressed how you don’t wish to have another child, Gortash holds a different perspective on the matter. Not only has Bane compelled him to father more offspring, but Gortash himself yearns to create more beautiful children with you. And so, he will pursue that desire.

You hate how good it feels to have his cock filling you up, how euphoric and mind numbing it is. The alcohol in your system heightens the pleasure, it’s what has you creaming and cumming around Enver’s cock as he violates you, fucking you as if you wanted this. Gortash thrusts into you with a fervor that momentarily blurs the lines of consent, disregarding your wishes and capitalizing on the intoxication he facilitated.

"My dear, you are meant to grant me the joy of having the children I long for," he grunts. You attempt to shake your head, genuinely striving to communicate your objections, but the overwhelming pleasure drowns your attempts, leaving your mind awash in a sea of pleasure. He captures your lips in a possessive kiss, his desire evident in the intensity of his embrace, while his fingers dig into the softness of your thighs, marking you until you bleed. Finally, he releases a torrent of his cum deep within your fertile womb, leaving the possibility of new life to blossom within you.

╰› Rolan never really liked the idea of children, especially to sire his own. They were loud, smelly and a massive responsibility. However, once you came into his life that all began to change… Especially after your precious visit to Lorroakan’s tower… The way that man took hold of your hand and kissed the back of it as if he was paying homage to a queen or goddess made Rolan want to tear him apart limb from limb, his tail whipping back and forth.

That night something snapped within Rolan, the tiefling wanted nothing more than to make sure you were his, not that he feared of losing you or anything but it was as if his body needed to ensure that no other male could take you away. After all, who would want you if you were swollen with a “Hell spawn’s” child?

Rolan had never released himself inside you, so you were shocked when you felt a thick warm substance coating your insides as well as the his cock. You gasped at the feeling, looking back up at Rolan who was biting his lip, he didn't look at all fazed by this. No, instead he looked as though a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Rolan held your hips tightly as he pulled out of you, a small bit of his cum escaping and sliding down your inner thigh before thrusting back inside you. one load wasn’t enough, he needed to be sure…

╰› Gale is obsessed with creampies and breeding along with the idea of you carrying his children. He becomes consumed by the singular desire to impregnate you, their beloved. The images that flood his mind of you and him walking around Waterdeep, his hand on your swollen belly, it drives him insane.

He’d tell you there’s nothing to fear, that he won’t cum within you, instead he’ll decorate your perfect tummy with his cum… Only for him to lie and actually release his seed against your cervix. His grunts fill the room along with false apologies.

The kind of man to spike your drink so you sleep soundly as he fucks you nice and deep. It only takes a few mere moments until he's cumming deep inside you. Don't worry, he always does his best to clean you up so you aren't suspicious. The next morning he'd feign concern when you awake drowsy not feeling the best, a new cup of tea awaiting you in his hands.

[plasticferal]

hiii girly!!! could u like write something where reader and matt have sex & get caught?? maybe by his brothers lmao, have a great day lovely :)

caught in the act | matt sturniolo.

authors note: thank you for your sweet words! love always. i hope you enjoy this quick little 1.9k words.

warnings: 18+ content. choking, dom!matt, fem!reader, explicit language, slight exhibitionism, getting caught of course. reader discretion is advised.

matt's big hand engulfs your neck, giving a squeeze with warning to cover up your loud moans as he sucks a purple mark below your ear. he's extra rough tonight, leaving your skin burning and stinging with the grip he has on you.

“your brothers are gonna hear us” you grasp at matt's tattooed shoulder blade, nails scratching into his skin as he eats away at your neck like a vampire, so desperately.

“don’t care” he speaks into your skin, making you roll upward into his naked body.

your head is almost hanging completely off the edge of his bed as he rolls his hips between your thighs, teasing your entrance with his hard cock but not thrusting into you just yet.

matt kisses and sucks at every inch of your skin, leaving bite marks, and trails of saliva. the room fills with the sound of your body sticking to his own, and the small groans he's muffling while trying to keep quiet himself knowing his brothers are in the house, somewhere, wide awake.

you two never usually fool around this early in the night, the sun has barely set, but when he sauntered into the bedroom fresh from a shower with a white towel hanging low on his hips, hair dripping wet, and drops of water dancing down his bare chest, he became so distressingly irresistible.

it wasn't take long before the towel dropped, and both of your clothes scatter the floor. he carries himself with such an unintentional dominance. the slightly sour look on his face, the serious manner he holds when he's lost in deep thought, it makes him so endearing.

you can still smell his body wash lingering in the air as your bodies rub and grind into each other. you nibble at matt's ear, and his throat shakes with pleasure as he tries to swallow the sound.

matt tightens his grip around your throat, looking down at you with a sharp glare before slamming a rough, almost painful kiss to your lips. if you weren't so focused on the feeling of his dick rubbing against your inner thigh near your soaked cunt, you're sure you'd wince or complain at the abrasiveness.

he pulls back, making you pout at the loss of contact. he lets out a huff of understanding, but gives you a look that tells you to be patient.

"turn around, ass toward me" he orders against your mouth, methodically grabbing your hips to guide you as turn over on your hands and knees.

"so you’re in that kind of mood tonight?” you tempt, lust dripping from your mouth as you oblige and delicately flip over, grabbing at the edge of his bed and gripping the sheets.

“when you look this good," matt's fingers trace up your spine.

"yeah.” before he grabs the back of your neck to keep himself stable, making you gasp at how tight he's squeezing your skin.

nerves pit in your stomach as you know how good he's about to make you feel, especially doggy style. he just knows how to hit every sweet spot from this angle. you know it's going to be near impossible to keep quiet.

matt uses his free hand to pull you to his crotch, and he pushes your chest down onto the mattress so you're arching up with your ass on full display to his desire.

"ready for me, darling?" matt asks, and you nod your head distictly.

you hear him spit into his hand before he presses it to your spread open cunt, lathering any part he can see with saliva. it's a thick, warm sensation, which is a contrast to the cold air hitting your exposed skin.

you can hear him as he strokes himself once or twice with the residue on his hand, before he tucks his cock between your thighs, making sure to angle it just right to he can slide easily into your entrance.

he pushes against your pussy, his tip slowly stretching you out. so slow you can feel every single inch make you feel more and more full. you squeeze the sheets in your palms, letting the silk fabric flow past your knuckles and your cheek presses into the mattress, a moan escaping your mouth the deeper matt gets.

matt's lips are pressed shut, but he's humming a low, closed-mouth moan, stretching out the sound as he pushes deeper, and deeper, until his thick long cock is fully immersed into your hole. you're trying not to shriek at the feeling but it's just so good, and makes you feel so complete.

"matt baby, please" you're trying to keep hush, biting your bottom lip with restraint as you wait for him to move.

you feel him slide out half way, still half filling you before he thrusts into you again, unhurriedly, but with enough force that you gasp. matt plants a hand at the soft curvature of your back, allowing him to ease his balance a little more.

“just arch a little, fuck yeah… just like that” matt exhales.

you involuntarily begin to move the lower half of your body, grinding your hips into his until your cunt swallows him whole over and over again, initiating the back and forth. matt groans.

“fuck, y/n. keep bouncing on my cock like that, baby. you want it that bad you couldn’t wait?” he scoffs.

you continue to grind into him, fluttering each time his thick cock hits your sensitive, plump area. he’s let his hard grip of neck hair go as he strokes your hair tenderly , fighting his urge to grab you by the hips and fuck you until you see stars. he loves watching you like this, so desperate for him.

"sooooo good baby, oh my god" you exhale through tight teeth, sounding a porn star with how high pitched your voice suddenly becomes.

"take me so fucking well" he praises.

you're shocked and let out almost a scream when matt slaps your ass hard, undoubtedly leaving a handprint. it stings, and your skin is genuinely left buzzing.

you actually jolt your body upward, snapping your neck to try and give him a look as your jaw drops, but matt forcibly pushes your head back down.

"matthew!" you practically yell, and you hear matt chuckle coarsely.

suddenly you feel matt reach back and grab a pillow from the head of the bed, bringing it to rest under your head. knotting his slender fingers into your hair at the base of your neck, he guides your face to press into the soft material.

"face in the pillow, since you can't shut the fuck up." matt speaks as he fucks into you from behind even harder than he was before.

your entire body is rocking and shaking as you bite the pillow beneath you, obeying his orders.

the pillow only drowns out so much as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, guttural groans emitting from his chest as he throws his head back and fucks into hard, rough and fast.

the slapping sounds of your skin bounce off the walls as he dives into your hips, making you howl desperately. you screams again at his cock roughly jerking to the depths of your cunt, amplifying the pleasure that warms your whole body.

you're so engrossed in the moment that you fully convince yourself the pitter patter sound of footsteps approaching matt's room are just in your head. you're starting to think maybe you're being too loud. you reassure yourself by thinking one of you have locked the door.

you press your head into the pillow, unable to withstand the pleasure that's accumulating in your belly, increasing with the speed of matt's movements. you feel like you're so close to tipping over, clenching your pussy around him if not to only bring you closer to an orgasm.

matt grips your love-handles, holding you from either side to slam into you over and over and over. with worry, your eyes dart toward his bedroom door, knowing you're so close to releasing. the growl in your lower stomach is a mix of sudden anxiety and pleasure.

the door pries open, four shoes in your direct line of vision as they trek slowly into the room, bodies not fully revealed just yet. at the same time, your stomach bubbles and you gasp at the inevitable fulfilment rising a lot faster than you anticipated.

a single stroke of his fingers is all it takes, and you come undone, clenching your muscles around his penis while your lips continuously utter his name like a mantra. your climax is reaching it's peak at the exact same moment chris's voice is heard, and nick's body follows into the room.

matt seems completely unbothered, focusing on fucking you through your orgasm as he knows he won't get it back to this extent if he stops, and you finishing is his number one priority.

"are you guys okay?" nick's voice starts, hiding behind his younger brother and the door.

"we heard y/n screami- OH fuck" chris's eyes almost pop out of his head and jaw hits the floor.

you make eye-contact with chris for a split and the image he receives is your body shaking and moaning his brothers name. when chris slams the door shut, you hear nick scream before quite literally running away. poor chris copped the brunt of it.

"holy shit i'm so sorry" chris begs for forgiveness, and you can only imagine the panic he's enduring on the other side. you could bet good money on him clenching his eyes shut and acting out the sign of the cross.

“had put on a little show for chris, didn’t you?” matt chuckles, reacting with another slap to your ass, keeping his cock inside you but slowing his pace.

"dirty girl." matt arches over to bite your shoulder blade.

your body is ready to collapse, and you almost do, if not for matt's strong hands catching your hips at the last moment. he, too, can't take much and lowers himself inside you, moaning loudly unintelligible words. finally, he lets you fall on the mattress, carefully sliding out of you and laying you down on the soft sheets.

"YOU CAN GO NOW" matt yells, knowing his brother is frozen on the other side before dropping next to you.

"LOCK YOUR DOOR NEXT TIME" chris scrambles his words, tone fading out with the distance that grows between him and the room.

"KNOCK NEXT TIME" you and matt both say in unison, making you bury your flushed face into his chest.

matt slides his arm around your body, hugging you close to his body and peppering kisses on your forehead.

“they got to see how good i fuck you, huh princess?” he mumbles against your skin. he leans over to find your shoulder, placing small kisses of love on it there too.

"i think we've traumatised your brother forever" you chuckle, slapping his chest playfully with the very little strength you have left.

"he'll be fine" he chortles, staring up the ceiling.

"i mean he'll never look you in the eye's again, but he'll be fine." matt teases.

"oh god" you laugh while sliding a hand down your face with sheer worry.

"you did so well, though" matt whispers to you, placing a kiss just below your ear, and then correcting your hair, which is now damp with sweat.

he always acknowledges you afterwards, especially when he's been a little more dominant, and you do take him so well. you can do nothing but send him a dreamy smile in response, too tired to verbally reply to his praise.

needless to say, you plan on double checking that the door is locked going forward, to not get caught in the act ever again.

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Minotaur (Ambrose) x chubby fem!reader || oral sex, dirty talk, dom/sub, chocking (lightly), degradation, humiliation (lightly), semi-public sex, overstimulation, squirting, size kink

You were once again bothering him (even though he insisted you weren’t a bother) in the tattoo studio.

Ambrose didn’t have any more sessions today, so you were going to go watch a movie and maybe grab some dinner. Just normal friends’ stuff. Normal friends who were completely normal about each other. Nothing weird going on. You weren’t in love with him or anything… Okay, maybe you were. Maybe you’ve been lusting after him for as long as you could remember, and he’d been ignoring it. Or maybe not? You weren’t sure about it. But you’d been teasing for so long that it was just natural at that point.

He was just going around his room, getting everything sorted out before you could leave. His back was to you, and you couldn’t avoid looking at his short tail moving from one side to another in almost a stimmy way. He looked magnificent from the back, that round ass and huge back, those muscles moving under his thin shirt and good lord the horns… You didn’t know you had a thing about horns until you meet him a couple years back.

You walked into that tattoo studio looking for someone to do your tongue piercing and he was the one for the job. Never mind you almost swallowed your own tongue when you saw that hot piece of beef exiting the back and had onto hold into the counter in front of you not to faint as all your blood rushed south in the most intense wave of arousal you’d ever felt.

You thought that arousal and lust would fade as you got to know him better, but it didn’t, it only got worse and worse as you became friends. It was infuriating at that point. You knew you were a tease, and you teased a lot of people, but it was different with him, you wanted something to come out of it, even if he didn’t feel the same way… right?

You came back from your walk to memory lane to hear Ambrose hum your favorite song under his breath, making you smile so big it was almost painful. So you did what you did best: you teased him. You couldn’t hold yourself from reaching out and pulling on his tail, something that made him twitch and grunt, which in response made your panties so wet… So you did every time you could.

He turned around for a second, grunting like he always did as you bit your lip not to groan out loud. That would be embarrassing. “Stop teasing or I’ll make you,” he told you almost in a joking way as he got back to sort the equipment.

You fidgeted with your fingers, and almost on autopilot you answered: “Make me.” His reaction was instant.

He turned around with his eyes dark, so dark you could barely see his iris anymore. He approached you like a minotaur on a mission, with each step forward you took a step back until your back was against the wall and you had Ambrose’s hard big body against yours. His hand found your neck, collaring you still, soft and tender, but not letting you move at the same time. Your panties got drenched so fast even you were surprised. He sniffed the air and grunted, like if he could smell how hot that made you. You whined almost imperceptibly, and he lowered his head to be at eye level with your much smaller frame.

“That is enough. Don’t play with fire, darling, or you’ll get burned.” You knew that was a threat, but he was tempting you with a good time and you couldn’t avoid your bratty nature even if you wanted.

“What if I like the fire?” His hand tightened a fraction of a millimeter and you whined again, louder this time.

He growled and launched. You were expecting a lot of things, but him leaning forward and devouring your mouth was not one of them. Your hands found his horns without you even realizing, as you gave back as much as he was giving you. It was a desperate kiss, filled with pent up tension and a need so deep you could feel it in your veins. You were grabbing his horns with force, trying to get him as close as possible, but there was no way your tiny frame could move such a big monster, but you would die trying if you had to.

His hands found your body, caressing your tummy, squeezing your thigh, he was everywhere at the same time, his hands groping and caressing, squeezing and proving, and you were so desperate your head was light-headed. And you did what you always did: you bite down on his lower lip so hard you tasted his blood as he pulled back, breathing hard. His hair was a mess because of you and his eyes were so dark you couldn’t see his green irises anymore. Fucking hell, he looked obscene.

“Did you just bite me?” He asked, almost surprised. “Darling, I thought what they said about you being a vampire was a lie…” He joked, making you giggle. You didn’t know why he was surprised, you’d bitten him before, it was your thing and he always grunted and pushed your forehead away softly when you did it, a big smile on his lips. But this time he wasn’t smiling, the smile that broke on his lips was predatory and made your insides turn with anticipation. So you did it again, leaning forward and biting right over his pec, your lower teeth caught in the piercings of his nipples. “Ouch! Why did you do that again?!” He asked, faking hurt as he rubbed the spot you just bite.

You looked up at him defiantly. “Because I can,” you teased further. “What are you going to do about it?” Your inner brat was screaming in delight as you said that, a smirk so big in your mouth it was hurting your cheeks.

“Fucking brat,” he cursed you without any malice, his hand grabbing your hair and pulling slightly, making you groan. “I’m going to give you something so your mouth is full.” Just as his words left his mouth you were panting.

But you were still you, so you had to tease him some more. “Oh, yeah? And what is that? Going to give me some blood?” You continued the joke he made, your teasing tone making the corner of his mouth twitch, almost breaking the whole hard dom he was trying to portray.

He frowned and pulled at your hair with a bit more force, making you moan like a slut. You tried to cover your mouth, but he stopped your hand mid air. “Kneel,” he ordered. Your knees got weak and almost gave out under you.

You weren’t going to give up so easy, though. “No.”

“Kneel or you won’t find out,” he told you, making the gears in your brain start to turn and twist trying to figure out what he was talking about.

And you had to ask. “Find out what?”

“Kneel and find out.” Damn him, he knew all your weak spots, and wanting to know stuff was one of them. So you keeled in front of him, which left you a bit lower than his huge bulge. You were about to comment on it when he started talking. “I dreamed about you, you know? I dreamed about your bratty mouth wrapped around my dick until you were whimpering around it, asking without words for me to fuck your face, to use you like a slut… And now what are you? Exactly that. A filthy slut for me to play with.” You groaned, your mouth open as you panted. It was like he knew what words to use exactly to make you a mess without even getting naked. “And now you are going to do that. You are going to be a good little slut and let me fuck your mouth,” you moaned, looking up at him between your eyelashes and opening your mouth.

He took out his dick and you gasped, there was no way that thing was going to fit inside of your mouth, or your pussy. “There’s... there’s no way…” You stuttered, starting to feel concerned about it.

“Oh sunshine, it will,” he answered simply.

His hand grabbed around his shaft and he rubbed the tip over your lips, leaving a glistening imprint that made you want to faint. And there were no more words from you anymore, he grabbed your chin with his free hand and forced your mouth open, rubbing his tip against your open lips again and again, until you were so desperate to get it inside that you took it in your own hands and licked over his tip, making him grunt, his hand flying to your short hair and pulling.

“Did I say you could do that? Sluts get what they are given, they don’t take stuff for themselves, do they?” He asked and you looked down. “No, no. Don’t look down now, are you embarrassed?” You nodded. “Good, I know you like to be a pretty little slut and act all coy, but embarrassment turns you on, doesn’t it?” You were about to answer when he pushed forward. Not much, just the tip of his dick fitting inside your mouth until your hand was full and your lips felt the stretch. “Now suck until I’m messy… We don’t want your pussy to be in pain, do we?”

You didn’t even try to answer this time, you got to it instantly. Your saliva coating his dick messily. He couldn’t go much further than that, but you did all you could with that. You sucked and licked at his tip, your tongue focusing on the underside that made him throw his head back and his horns almost hit the ceiling light. He was in control, but you felt so powerful you were giddy with it. He started a slow pace, going in and out of your mouth in tiny fractions, fucking your mouth in the most possessive and tender way ever. You could feel your drool getting everywhere, your makeup was probably ruined as he grunted over you, making your pussy so wet you feared you would have to burrow some kind of covers for your pants because they were going to be ruined too.

By the time his dick was glistening with your saliva and your jaw was starting to ache, he pulled back, his breathing was uneven and he looked wild and feral, and that made your pussy tingle with anticipation. He grabbed you by your waist and pulled you up, manhandling you until you were back on the tattoo chair.

He took his shirt off and then did the same with yours. Your boobs sprung free, you hadn’t been able to wear a bra because of the piercings he did a few months back. You tried to trick him into saying something for a long time, sending him “healing pics” that were a lot more risky and teasing that you would send to any other artist. You didn’t fucking care, it felt great taking those dirty pics for him to see, the idea of him getting hard seeing them… the idea of him keeping them for later… That made your blood boil and your insides clench. You knew it was probably filthy of you to feel that way, but the embarrassment only made you hotter.

And right then, when he finally looked at your boobs and smiled like a madman, you moaned, he looked crazy with desire and that only made you more aroused. “I’ve been waiting to see your boobs for so fucking long.” He was talking to you but it almost felt like he was talking to your tits, his eyes fixated on them with such intensity that you felt like he was staring right into your soul. “And I mean truly see them, not like technical and professional, not like those dirty pics you send me just to make sure they were healing properly.” And when your pierced nipples got hard under his stare and he grunted, launching for your nipple to suck it in his mouth, you moaned in such high pitched tone that he looked up, amused.

But then you had to say it: “I- I thought you didn’t like them,” you stuttered as he licked one nipple and pinched the other. One of your boobs was bigger than the other, and it always made you so self-conscious...

He stopped his ministrations of your nipples to look up at you. “Why would you think that? Are you stupid?” He was staring at you expecting a response, his hair was messy and was making your brain all kinds of unfocused. He should stop looking that good if he wanted you to form coherent words.

But you tried because you really, really needed him to keep going. “I- They are uneven and, and… I don’t know, okay? I sent you all those pics trying to get a reaction out of you but you didn’t say anything and, and, and… I don’t know,” you finished.

“You thought those pics didn’t do anything to me?” He looked offended by that statement. “I know you, sunshine, and I know how to recognize a slut when I see one. And those pics in the bathroom with your blue pleading eyes and tiny hands grabbing your boobs… You were driving me insane on purpose. And now you are going to pay for it.” You hear his words before you heard the ripping of fabric as he literally ripped your pants off. Why was that so hot, oh lord, you were about to faint because of lack of blood in your brain, but he didn’t stop there. “You thought you’d be teasing me forever? You thought I would let you be all free and unfucked? Think again, darling. Your pussy belongs to me, and It’s about time I claim it.” His growl reverberated through your body as he leaned down and licked your whole pussy in one long swipe of drooling mess. You cried out.

And because didn’t matter what you were a little shit, you said: “Do it then, for now those are only words…”

You knew instantly how bad of a choice that was. His eyes got dark and he pushed your legs up to his shoulders, the tip of his dick at your entrance as his hand pressed down on your pubic mound, his thumb rubbing your clit as he pressed forward.

“I don’t know if it will fit, you are so tight, fuck.” He cursed as he pushed in a tortuous pace. “I knew you’d slutty pussy would be this tight, you are fucking perfect. So good for me, so needy and desperate, so ready to fight but so easily turned into a messy slut. I knew you’d be like that.” His words made your insides clench and he grunted, feeding your hungry pussy more of his cock.

“Ambroseeee,” you cried out his name as he pulled up your hips and his dick found your G-spot, making you see stars and galaxies.

“Just like that sunshine, scream my name louder… Let everybody else know how good I make you feel, how much of a slut you are for my minotaur cock.” Only then you registered that there were more people at the studio, that they were probably hearing how you were getting pounded into next dimension by a big minotaur. Fuck, that made it better.

“Ambroseeeee,” you screamed again, your head thrown back as he bottomed out and instantly pulled out and back inside.

He started a frantic pace, fucking into you like you were just a fleshlight and he was desperate to fill you completely. Your brain was completely fried, you couldn’t have a single thought as his hips pistoned into yours. His dick was so big it was hitting all your pleasure points at every thrust, and you knew you were ruined for anybody else.

He fucked you through your first orgasm, not stopping when you cried out in overstimulation. Your pussy was messy, your juices gushing out with every thrust of his hips, and it felt like heaven as he continued.

You came twice more before you started whining and begging, you didn’t know if you could do it anymore, you couldn’t form the proper words to express it, but you didn’t need to. “One more, sunshine. Give me one more so I can finally fill you to the brim as you deserve.” He told you.

You screamed his name again and tried to form some coherent thought: “I- I can’t. Please, Ambrose, I can’t have another one,” you cried. Tears blurring your vision as he kept fucking into you. The pleasure was so high and so intense you didn’t know where your body ended and his began.

“You’ve been teasing me forever, and now you are going to give me as much as I want. So, I repeat: One. More.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, his hips meeting you at an agonizing pace as he fucked right into your G-spot.

He pushed your legs up, your knees against your ears and started fucking into you like a piston, the new posture making you see stars, the milky way, the whole fucking universe. You couldn’t stop chanting his name as he fucked into you like a feral minotaur. This angle made his pubic bone hit right over your clit and you couldn’t even process moans anymore, your head thrown back as you drooled like a the messy slut he called you.

“Come for me, dirty little slut, come for me one more time,” he ordered with pointed thrusts.

And then you felt it, the release inside of you that indicated your pleasure ascended too much, that you were beyond turning point as he fucked into you and you squirted all over him. Your body thrashed under him as he pressed against you harder, holding you down completely as you made an utter mess of both of you and he thrust a couple more times before you felt his release hitting deep inside. And kept coming. And coming. And coming some more until your body was shivering with aftershocks and his come was dripping around his still buried dick inside of you.

You stayed like that for a long time. He cleaned you out and kissed your forehead as you whimpered and groaned, unable to form any kind of words after such an intense session. He left the room for a couple seconds and you could hear him telling someone else he would close the store and laughing when they congratulated him on finally getting you. You blushed, your body still limp over the tattoo chair.

When he came back and you regained a fraction of your working brain, you had to ask: “So… Does this all mean you are into me?”

He looked at you with utter surprise and like you were stupid at the same time. “Are you kidding me? Do I need to fuck you like a dumb slut again until you get the hint?” He said, his tone amused as he leaned down and kissed you so deeply you ended up whimpering against his mouth. He pulled back with a smile: “Stop that or I’ll really fuck you again, and I don’t think your poor human pussy can take it… yet.” The last word made your body tingle with promises he would definitely be able to meet.

And when a few months later he asked you to design a tattoo for him so you’ll be in his skin as well as in his soul, you almost melted right there. (And then proceeded to suck him off until he hit the wall with his horns and made a hole).

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♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. Leon wants to film his girlfriend while they get intimate (wc: 1.8k)

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader x Leon S. Kennedy. 18+ smut mdni, established relationship (f/m), porn filming, body image issues and insecurity mention on the readers part, nipple play, p in v, dirty talk, praise, cum (male and female ejaculation) -> you've been warned; continue at your own discretion.

“Come on, I promise it will be fun. It’ll be something I can keep whenever you’re away, and I’m missing you… Come on, please, baby.” 

Recently, your boyfriend Leon wanted to try something out. In your relationship, the motto was wanting to try anything for the first time, and not knocking it until you try it; however, what Leon was proposing made a glimmer of hesitance form within you.

“Look, I’m not against it, I’m just… Nervous,” you twiddled your thumbs as you looked away, feeling your heart flutter when you felt his large hands grab onto your fingers, holding and grounding you in the moment and the feeling of his tender touch. 

“It’ll be fun, and whenever you’re at work or with friends, I can watch it and remind myself how gorgeous and sexy my girlfriend is, yeah?” he teased for a moment as he left a soft trail of kisses and nibbled on the slope of your neck, that made you giggle. “What are you so nervous about anyway?” 

You smiled as you felt him practically all over you, desperate for you to give in and try it with him. Leon had wanted to film you two being intimate; whenever he was alone when you were with friends or at work, he would usually feel frustrated, and porn online wasn’t satisfying him. He saw you as his one and only, and seeing another woman moan and get dicked down didn’t do it for him like it did during his pubescent years of constantly scrolling on the feed while he fucked his fist like the horny teenager he was before meeting you at college. You weren’t against it, in the sense you didn’t want to do it; if anything, you felt flattered he wanted a little collection of you when he felt lonely and sexually frustrated; being the only object of his desire was a huge turn-on for you. Your problem lay in the vulnerability the camera would make you feel. 

When it comes to sex, it’s a heat of the moment, getting lost in each other’s bodies and feeling the heat of entrance and warm pants from orgasms, so there isn’t much time to pass judgment when you’re enjoying the fulfilment of lust. But when it came to the camera and being filmed, you just felt like it was a place where Leon could have the space to analyse every aspect of your body, and having him see your insecurities as a turn-off would break you like it would break any person who is in love. 

“Come on, tell me what’s the issue, we don’t have to do it… But I’d like to know what’s going on through that mind,” he coaxed out your reasonings with a soft-toned voice. 

“Leon, I do want to do it… I’m just… nervous,” you released a sigh before you continued, “I don’t… I don’t want you to look at me differently.”

“How would I look at you differently? I love you, and you know I’m extremely attracted to you.” 

That was true; you and Leon had been together for years after you met in college, and even to this day, he looks at you like the very first day he got you in his dorm room and made the bed creak and you moan when the sock was on the door handle. He was completely taken with you, so he was bewildered at the thought of you, thinking he might find you unattractive. 

“Baby, I promise that I will never look at you differently,” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he looked at you with a tender stare that still held the lingerings of desire within the cusp of his blue gaze, “Please… I just wanna experience this with you, to be able to see you whenever I want,” he whispered the last words into the shell of your ear, making a shiver reverberate through your spinal cord and warmth that pooled within your body.

“Okay, we’ll try it,” you said with an enthusiastic smile.

“Yes! You get undressed, and I’ll set my phone up.” 

You gave him a quick nod as you watched Leon—standing in his shirt and boxers—setting up his phone to balance on the edge to capture your bodies in the frame. Excitement was pooling within you as you took your clothes off in a swift motion, lying your naked body on the silky sheets as you waited for him, feeling a coil start to spiral within your lower stomach and start to tighten when you saw your curves get captured in his phone frame, and seeing Leon walk over to you with a spring in his step and taking his shirt off. 

“You ready for me, darling?” he asked as he took his boxers off and practically jumped onto the bed with you, nestling his body between your doughy thighs, grinding the tip of his cock between your folds and feeling how the slick was collecting along his thick shaft. 

You quickly let out a seductive giggle as you felt his excitement: “I’m always ready for you.” Letting the room be filled with your soft, sensual moans and giggles—bouncing off the walls—as he grinded his cock against your pussy and left a hot trail of kisses down from your neck to your collarbone, then the swells of your breasts before licking and circulating the tip of his wet tongue on your pebbled nipples. 

“Ooh, baby,” you moaned as your arms snaked around his neck, moving your neck to the side as you looked into the camera and watched his large form engulf yours as he bucked his hips against your core.

“You like that?” he quickly uttered before he took your peaked nipple into his mouth, pulling his head back slowly and pulling it into a sucking motion that made your head push further into the mattress. 

“Aah, of course, I like it,” you whispered, “I love whatever you do to me.” 

You felt him smirk as he released your sensitive bud in a wet popping sound that bounced off the four walls of your shared bedroom, feeling that coil within your core tighten even further when you watched his dilated gaze swallow the blue of his peripheral gaze as you were the only focal point he wanted to focus on; watching you squirm and writhe underneath his body as he painted his cock between your slit.

“Mm, you’re so wet, baby,” he whispered as he maintained that sensual eye contact that made your pussy have that hot tingling sensation that made your hole ache for his entrance, feeling that hot liquid roar throughout your veins when anticipating the feeling of his cock stretch your cunt out.

“Fuck me, please; I want you so bad,” your hands roamed his broad, muscular chest as you watched that gaze darken further as he pushed the head of his cock into your dripping entrance, having you hiss in a cold breath of air as your stretched around him. 

“Is my girl getting desperate,” he teased as he jerked the head of his dick in and out of you. 

“Oh, please, please, I wanna feel you.” 

He smirked as he watched you grab onto his biceps and that look of desperation in your eyes; seeing you become his messy lusty puddle for him made his cock already twitch with mixing his precum against your slick, but he was starting to get desperate to feel your cunt suck him into your g spot, the teasing only being a disadvantage to both of you. 

“Okay, I’ll give my girl what she wants.” 

After his sweet whispers, he slowly introduced his large cock into your cunt, both of you releasing a shuddering breath and moan as you felt that familiar sensual pain of your walls stretching out to accommodate his size that twitched within you as it bashed against that spongy spot the more he bucked and rocked his hips into the channel of your walls.

“Aah, you… Fuck… you feel so good,” you babbled out as you momentarily looked into the camera as you watched his hips feverishly rock into you. 

“Ffffuuckkk, you’re so tight,” he whispered through bitten lips as he slammed himself further into you, feeling closer to his high the more he let your gummy insides surround his shaft and convulse around it, granting you further kisses down the line of your neck and leaving bruised marks you’d have to cover up in the morning; peppering softer kisses over your bruises as almost an apology how much he loved your body and what he made him do as his hips rocked further into you.

Your breath hitched, your chest rising and falling down in broken tandem as you gasped for air in the intermingling of orgasms and pants that made your toes curl when feeling his cock bash against your cervix, hearing the atmosphere of the room be filled with the sound of his skin slapping against yours, and seeing how the camera picked up how his thrusts made the fat of your thighs and ass jiggle. You soon felt your climax soon approach—and he knew it—as your breaths got deeper and your thighs tightened around the sides of his muscular form as he fucked you in the perfect and consistent pattern that stimulated that coil within you about to loosen in a release.

“Keep looking at the camera, darling,” he could tell you were getting close with how your tight walls started to spasm and greedily clench around his cock, “I wanna capture that beautiful face as you let go.” 

Then, with a soft groan that was accompanied by your fluttering eyelids, you left yourself cum along his shaft and heard his laboured breaths as he watched your face into the camera, your mouth in an o shape and your eyes raised up like you had the best dose of ecstasy one could receive; that coil that was nestled within the depths of your core now snapping back into a state of relaxation as stimulation became a tidal wave that washed over you and dumbed down all your senses.

He rutted into you a few more times, pressing languid kisses on your neck before he filled your hole up with his hot ropes of cum, filling your walls up to the brim as he watched your face on the phone screen; your whimpering and scrunched up face as he drove his load further into your womb. 

You were exhausted as he slipped his shaft out of your spent hole and watched as Leon picked his phone up and focused the camera on your creamy pussy, both of your releases spilling out as you continued to pant. 

“You know baby… Those moans were too good to keep to myself; why don’t we let other people watch me fuck you like that,” he suggested as he smirked at you, rubbing your clit like he was ready for another round as he watched your spent hole leak his release onto the bedsheets. 

“Blur our faces, and we can let anyone watch.”

“Definitely, I can’t wait for people to see how gorgeous you are.”

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[diorchids]

a good friend, simon 'ghost' riley.

cw: masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering, swearing, overstim, dumbification, & more

simon bucked his hips into his warm, clammy palm as he groaned sinfully when your pretty face popped into his head.

you were a friend—nothing else, you couldn't be. he couldn't ruin you. he was ashamed to even look at you this way, let alone think of you bouncing on his cock above him.

the way you would insist on staying the night to keep him company or hug him extra tight when you were leaving for some time; it was too good to be true. 

his breathing became heavier as he continued to stroke his fat mess of a cock. his other hand found its way to his tip, starting to massage and tease the sensitive, puffy area atop his cock. the sound of his whimpers and groans filling the room each time he thumbed his weeping cock.

“like that–fuck,” he imagined you begging for his cock to break you completely, bruising your cervix as you wept and entreated him to go slower. he imagined your plump lips wrapped around his cock, sucking vehemently while he pushed your head further down. he pictured you asking for more and more like a whore. “so good, love, so–good.”

he got too into his imagination. nodding fervently, he pushed deeper into his pleasure. his hips started to move rhythmically, his eyes locked onto you–the image in his head. it was an unspoken plea for more in their depths. he said your name repeatedly, the way it slid off his tongue was disgusting.

unbeknownst to him, you’d been standing there the whole time. the door cracked open just enough for you to see him sitting on his bed, fucking his poor hand. at first, your eyes were wide and your face washed over with confusion. but eventually, you watched with complete desperation as your sweet cunt pooled. poor thing, you were a mess.

he imagined filthy things. like you spasming uncontrollably on his cock while he kissed your tear-stained cheeks, or him fucking you ‘till you stain the sheets. (the stain is up to your interpretation….) or maybe he’s over-stimulating you through those lace panties he saw on your nightstand. a shame he stole them.

“si,” your face hot with shame and curiosity, “what’re you doing?” you spoke through the cracked door, half of your body visible to him. why were you so shy? 

his eyes widened as you slowly entered the room, quickly stuffing his cock back in his cock back in his boxers. he couldn’t bring himself to speak, only looking at you with pure desperation. you understood. “it’s okay, si,” he straightened your back at your words, tugging his shirt onto him completely. you walked to him, and the sight of you so close–knowing he was fisting his fat cock at the thought of you–fuels his lust.

“i’m sorry, love–it’s disgusting, really,” he stood to look down at you, leaning to get a good look at your face.

he wasn’t sorry. it was bad. terrible, even, to think of you like this. but he wasn’t sorry.

you shook your head. you couldn’t speak, your mouth was dry as you brought your fingers to his bulge. your fingers curved over it, “like that? i can help you, si.” 

you looked so pretty like this, mouth agape, ready to comply with his every wish. 

he leaned down and kissed you like he’s been starved like he’s been waiting. his tongue tentatively exploring your mouth, he slides his hand to your back, pulling you closer. “atta girl.” he groaned when his cock throbbed in his pants, leaking sweet pre-cum. “more..” you barely wanted to look at him. 

“more? want my cock–love?” his voice all hoarse when you press up against his cock. you nod, “please? need you.” you whined.

“then have me. “ his fingers found their way to the hem of your shorts, his voice was thick with lust. he broke the kiss to pull his cock out once more, starting to stroke it while you watched, all wide-eyed and needy. “lie down.” a tinge of desperation in his voice.

you nodded, lying on your back. he yanked your shorts and panties off quickly. “what do you want, love? talk to me,” he rubbed your knee from above. you stuttered dumbly as you tried to motion toward your cunt, mouth doing you no good now.

you barely needed to speak for him to know what you wanted, poor cunt dripping in that sticky mess. a small sob of pleasure escapes from him as you whimper, lust overpowering him.

he kneeled in front of you, parting your legs a bit more, getting a good grip on your thighs. 

his tongue pushes against your puffy clit, teasing you cruelly. his cock twitches when you grind your cunt onto his face, whining and clenching around nothing. “easy, love,” he gripped your thighs, digging his nails into them, “be still.” 

you nod and bite the inside of your cheek whenever you’re about to move, wanting to stay real still for him. “sorry, simon. i’ll be good—a good girl,” you’d never even spoken like this before, let alone let someone do this to you—why were you so good to him? 

ghost groans, the words causing a shiver to run down his spine. he continues to lap at your throbbing cunt, his fingers finding their way back to your clit, teasing, and tormenting. 

at this point, salty tears are running down your face as you whine and writhe under his tongue. he held you down forcefully while his tongue dived into your cunt. “i’ve got you, love,” he pressed on your tummy, “so fuckin’ good. you know you taste this fuckin’ good?” and you just moaned in response. 

“so good, real good, si…” you tapered off into nothing but gibberish, gasping when he dipped his finger into your sopping hole. he starts to thrust his finger in and out, feeling the heat and tightness of your pussy around him. he can't believe he's doing this, but he can't help himself. 

your tears don’t stop at all, rolling down onto your neck every time. 

poor simon was a mess, damp hair sticking to his forehead while he thrust his fingers in and out of you, rutting his cock into nothing, desperate for friction. 

“just like that, love. doin’ so good f’me. so tight,” when you clench around his finger, sucking him in even more. 

you cried loudly, core burning as you tried your best not to cum all over your best friend. this was disgusting. 

he couldn’t handle not having his tongue inside of you, replacing his long finger with his slick tongue quickly, “you taste so good,” he moans, his other thumb finding your aching clit again. 

he starts to rub it slowly, his fingers seeking out your sensitive nub. "i want more," he whispers against your folds. 

“more?” you manage to speak despite your fucked out state. 

he pulls away to speak, “i want to be inside you," simon says, his voice trembling. "to feel you clench around my cock as i fuck you hard. you’re fuckin’ clueless, aren’t you?" his finger sneakily prodding at your entrance again. 

he pushes his finger deeper inside you, seeking your g-spot. “you want to, no?” he knew you would comply. you couldn’t say no, you were too desperate for his cock to fill you. for him to break you. “si..” 

“say it," he commands, his voice rough and demanding. "tell me what you want." he wanted you to admit you wanted this, to say you want his fat cock deep inside of you, bruising up that cervix. 

“want your cock, simon.” you cried out, completely ruined—and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. 

as you pant and moan, his fingers continue to work their magic inside you, seeking out your sweet spots. his tongue flicks and teases, driving you closer to the edge. "god, you taste so fuckin’ good," he added. 

he feels you tremble beneath him, his cock throbbing in anticipation. as you approach your peak, he increases the pace of his tongue, driving you over the edge. "cum for me, baby girl," he murmurs against your folds. 

“c-cummin…” you spat out. 

he feels your fluttering cunt constrict around his fingers and feels your wet heat surround his fingers as he watches, mesmerized, as your walls begin to quiver around him. "beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick. 

you came undone around his fingers pathetically, cunt convulsing and spitting out juices as he held you down. he still laps at your cunt, over-stimulating you to the point of drool pooling at the corners of your mouth. 

“good—good girl, ‘m right here, let it all out,” he said, “so ready for my cock, yeah?” he groaned, feeling your warmth wash over him. 

“gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” and you nodded, you couldn’t let your best friend down.

[aurorawritestoescape]

MEOW! || Joel Miller x f!reader || 1,8 k

Summary: Joel and you tease each other until the need gets too strong.

Tw: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, established relationship, pwp, tipsy sex, taking naughty videos and pics, m/f! oral, unprotected piv, creampie, nipple play, cumeating, dirty talk, a few daddy’s thrown in for fun. The pics are for the mood only. Reader has no specific physical descriptions. Joel can pick reader up.

A/n: this is filthy but who’s surprised? Hope you’ll enjoy! Love you all💖 I’m meowing loudly at @milla-frenchy for beta-ing and being the best😘 Dividers by @\saradika-graphics

MASTERLIST || same couple - HEATWAVE collection

“Yeah, like that. Ass higher, baby…Yeahhh, good girl.”

You smile at the praise while your cheek is resting on your hands planted on the floor, your butt is hiked up in the air.

Tonight Joel and you had a few drinks at a bar, came home and slowly danced in the living room, enticing each other more and more. That's how you ended up completely naked, playfully wiggling your ass with Joel taking a video of your naughty teasing.

"Now crawl to me." His directing voice is soft but domineering and you happily play along.

"Yes, daddy."

The pet name surprises you both and Joel's brows shoot up as you giggle in anticipation. You start dragging your knees and hands forward as sexy as you can, channeling your inner feline.

"Meow," you joke and Joel reacts with a lopsided smile, his dark eyes bouncing between you on his screen and you on the floor. His voice alone makes you throb when he asks,

"Is my kitty hungry?"

"For your cock, daddy? Always," you purr, reaching his feet, and sit on your heels.

"Meow!" you repeat louder.

”Shhh, don’t be rude, baby. Let me hear you purr first.”

You bite your lower lip and then lean onto his crotch. Your cheek feels his hard bulge and you nuzzle it, as a low sound crawls up your throat that seems to please Joel.

“That’s it. Purr for me, baby.”

He pets your head and your fingers claw at his jeans clad thighs as you’re rubbing your face over the harsh fabric. Joel directs the camera right at you.

“Good kitty. Want a sausage?”

You can’t help but laugh, hiding your face and pressing it against his inner thigh. You’re trying to keep it sexy for the video but Joel starts chuckling too and you look up at him to share this moment with your goofball of a man.

“Kitty does want a sausage,“ you smirk through little giggles and as a proof of your words your hands dart to his belt and you tug impatiently at the buckle. Joel helps you and soon his cock is free and ready to play with.

“Show daddy what this kitty’s good for.“

Kneeling between his thighs, you lean down and kiss the tip, glancing up at the camera. Then you give it a wink and take Joel’s impressive length into your salivating mouth. When the fat head hits your throat, you take a breath through your nose and relax your muscles, eager to take him deeper.

“Hungry girl, huh?”

Joel’s voice is sultry as he places one hand on the back of your head, the other still holding the phone.

Soon you nuzzle a soft pillow of his trimmed pubic hair and he holds your head in place, his palm on the back of your head.

“Keep me in—hnggg— yeah, jus’ like that.”

Your nails scratch his jeans, tears well up in your eyes and stream down your heated cheeks, but the control he has over you is turning you on so much that your pussy beats with the rhythm of your heart and you’re dripping your arousal right on the floor.

Your throat contracts around his meaty cock and Joel grunts, pulling you off by your hair, his grip strong and gentle at the same time.

You swallow big gulps of air, wiping your chin with the back of your hand, and then smile at your man and the camera with glazed up eyes. Having gotten the taste of him, your mind and body are overtaken with lust, and you are desperate to have more.

“Joel, fuck me,” you croak, your tone demanding, your playfulness driven away by the maddening need, as you’re watching him hold his enlarged cock in his hand.

“On your back, kitty.”

You smile triumphantly and after your back hits the floor, you spread your legs, welcoming him with your pussy slicked up and ready.

Joel stops the video and leaves the phone on the chair before swiftly kneeling between your thighs and pulling his jeans lower.

“Look at ‘er. Kitty’s already nice and wet for me.”

You both know that you’ve been dripping for him all night since he was mercilessly teasing you now and then under the table at the bar.

“Joeeellll pleaseeee,” you whine as your hungry eyes are trained on his leaking member.

His hairy thighs tickle your legs and the carpet rubs your back when he lifts your hips and pulls you into him but you don’t care. Your number one priority is your pulsating cunt, achy and weeping with desire.

“Fuck, love it when ya desperate,” Joel mumbles and swiftly inserts his stiff cock through your clenching hole and then pushes it deeper. You both moan when his balls smash against your ass. You take him well, opened up by the need, your walls drenched after tasting him.

“How are you so fucking tight, baby? ‘s like I’m fucking a virgin every— t —time,” Joel chokes on his words, and tilts his head up, squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure but just for a moment. They snap open soon and he looks between your bodies, taking in the way your tight cunt grips onto his shaft every time he pulls it out.

“It’s magic, Joel,” you joke with a hazy smile, fully concentrated on the sensation you’ve been craving all night.

“Magic kitty, huh?” Joel chuckles through heavy breaths as you nod. His forehead is glistening with sweat and without breaking the rhythm of his cock plunging into your pussy, he maneuvers his body and takes off his plaid shirt.

You bite your lip, ogling his strong torso, and lift on your elbows to kiss his dewy chest. The taste of his salty skin makes you moan and, craving more, you draw a path of open mouth kisses until to his nipple. You give it a lick and Joel makes the cutest sound you’ve ever heard— a soft mixture of a gasp and a moan. Encouraged by his reaction you swirl the hot tip of your tongue around the hard peak and Joel gently cups the back of your head, helping you to keep yourself up and signaling for you to go on.

You doubt that you can stop at this point. His erect nipples get sucked, licked and kissed while your pussy is squelching around his moving cock. He’s trembling with pleasure, probably struggling not to collapse on top of you, grunting and moaning together with you.

Sensing that he’s on edge, you lie back down and smile at the result of your caress- Joel’s nipples are puffy, bigger than usual, shining with your saliva. His expression makes your chest swell with pride as well. He looks absolutely wrecked— jaw slack, eyes blown out, hairline shiny with sweat.

Joel leans down and kisses you feverishly.

“Fuck— gonna— baby, I can’t—,” he’s mumbling against your lips, breaking the kiss, as his hand darts to his cock ready to pull it out.

“Nonono— come Joel, come now.”

“But—,” he looks at you with his puppy eyes under the brows pulled together, “—you haven’t come yet.”

“ ‘s ok,” you reassure him.

Your desire to make him explode right here, right now is so strong that you reach between your bodies, wrap your hand around his girthy base, covered by your creamy slick, and start jerking him off while half of his shaft and the tip are still snuggled inside your warm cunt.

“Babyyyfuckkk,”Joel moans while your hand is pumping his drenched dick, with him barely holding his trembling body over you.

“C’mon, kitty wants your milk,” you purr and Joel chokes on a whimper as his hips make a few jerks and his cock begins filling you up with hot cum, rope after rope of his thick pearly load.

You don’t stop milking him, your hand working tirelessly, your pussy clamping around his pulsating cock until he falls on you.

With your arms and legs around Joel, you let him rest on top of you, reveling in the feeling of comfort under his weight, but soon it gets too heavy for you and you squirm.

”Joel— can’t breathe.”

“Oh, baby, sorry,” he apologizes but instead of lying next to you he climbs down your body.

“What are you..?” You don’t have time to finish and gasp instead when his mouth engulfs your soaked folds and he pushes his tongue between them to lap at your puffy clit.

You flutter your eyes shut but Joel lightly slaps the side of your ass and commands,

“Eyes opened. Watch me make you come.”

His tone is demanding, not asking, and you moan at how hot it is. So you lift yourself on your elbows, slightly shaking from exhaustion, and watch his tongue slide over your enlarged bud, your leaking hole. His lips kiss every inch of your cunt and he drinks everything you give him— your slick, his cum - with pleasure and gratitude, humming at the mix of tastes.

“Joel-I’m coming—aahhh,” you whine and collapse on the floor, shaking and trembling, as a hard orgasm is ravaging your body. Joel keeps you close against his mouth, lapping and rubbing your pussy, prolonging your release, until your clit jerks against his tongue and he knows it’ll hurt if he continues.

With a satisfied smile on his wet lips, his mustache and beard glistening, Joel lies down next to you on the floor and pulls you into his big body. You’re catching your breath in his arms for a few minutes and when you’re about to drift away, he picks you up and carries you to the bedroom.

“You better delete all those photos and videos,” you mumble, lying on his shoulder in bed.

He chuckles, “Nah, wanna send them to the boys. Brag about my filthy girl.”

You playfully swat his arm wrapped around you with your hand.

“Stop!”

“I bet Tommy would love ‘em. The fucker always stares at you with heart eyes.”

”He does not,” you protest weakly as you both know that he does.

“Too bad for him, I'm the one enjoying your sweet lips.” Now you’re the one looking at Joel with hearts in your eyes as he continues,

“No, really. Gonna save those and look at them when you’re away. When I miss you.”

“I’m leaving only for a week, Joel,” you smile, feeling warmth in your chest at how sweet he is.

“Still. Can’t wait to watch the one where you suck my dick. Gonna jack off and come so hard I jus’ know it.”

“Aww! so romantic, Joel!” You comment sarcastically and hit him with a pillow.

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

MASTERLIST || same couple - HEATWAVE collection

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[luvmila444]

can u make a story where chris takes reader on a shopping spree in victoria secret and he watches her try on underwear sets in the fitting room until he can’t take it anymore and fucks her! ☺️☺️

Victoria’s Secret- C.S

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Chris sturniolo x fmreader

summary: going on a shopping spree takes an unexpected but please try turn as chris becomes eager with lust after seeing you in a new set on lingerie.

content warning: SMUT; p in v; unprotected sex (stay safe!); cumming inside; mirror sex; dom chris; fingering; public (kinda?); cum eating; ass slapping; no use of y/n; ‘ma’ nickname is used

word count: 1.6k words

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Considering chris has almost completely destroyed and ripped apart every good piece of lingerie you have owned, you were always desperate to buy new pairs. This was never an issue for you though because the way wearing sexy lingerie made you feel so confident and hot and was always worth it, along with the absolute awe stuck state that was Christopher Owen Sturniolo when he saw you all dressed up pretty and slutty for him. 

You had considered making this a surprise for your boyfriend but chris was quick with stuff like this and had almost begged to come with you to pick out his favourite pairs of underwear on you. You could almost never say no to him so of course he came along with you knowing he would pay for everything. 

You were in the dressing room of Victoria Secret trying on the many pairs of scandalous and revealing pieces as possible. When it came to a beautiful pink set you had been dying to get after seeing it in the catalogue, you had been almost too eager to put it on. However, the clasps at the back were different and now you had tried everything you could to attach the back of the bra, but it just would not come together. Chris’s was right outside practically on the edge of his seat waiting to see each of the sets, he wouldn’t mind helping you put this one together…would he?

“Fuck…Chris, could you help me in here for a second, please?” You asked so sweetly it was almost like honey dripping from your lips and pouring into the desperate boy's ear. He didn’t even register himself standing and making his way to the dressing room that you had concealed yourself in.

 Stepping inside, chris seeing you almost completely naked for him, yet concealed in such beautifully expensive fabric. You looked so perfect, like something right out of the magazines. The shade of pink you wore complemented your skin tone so nicely, bringing out the blush on your cheeks from the shyness you had felt from Chris’s powerful and dominant stare. He loved the image before him. You stood facing the mirror, your hair over one shoulder to expose your bare back and the unclasped bra, which you gripped in your fingers, awaiting Chris’s help. He couldn't take his eyes off your body in the reflection. 

His hands reached down and pulled together the clasp slowly, encasing your breasts in the expensive fabric.

"Thank you." you brushed down the sides of the body, adjusting it into place to allow it to become more comfortable. "What do you think?" Looking up at Chris behind you through the reflection. His hands slid up over your ass, up your sides, resting on your breasts to give them a squeeze.

 "I think..." he leaned down to run his hands back over your curves again, "I'm about to rip this to shreds and have my way with you."

You smiled through the mirror, shaking your head at him. "Oh, stop. We're in public. Seriously, what do you think of the set?"

A wicked and playful smirk spread across his face as his hands fell on your hips. He fiddled with the sides of your pink lace panties teasingly feeling your sides over the fabric. He shoved his hand into the front of them, his large fingers instantly finding your clit. He stroked over it in slow circles, watching your face contort in the reflection. Chris’s other hand found its way back up to your chest, reaching in to grab a handful of your breast.

Feeling moisture pool between your folds, he dug deeper between your legs, shoving two fingers inside of you. You yelped at the feeling. "Now, now, ma, you have to be quiet if we're going to do this." He whispered in his playful voice. You bit her lip, nodding at him eagerly in response.

His fingers pushed further into you, finding their home pressed against her most sensitive spot. You leaned back to his chest as he crouched forward to accommodate for their height difference.

You looked like you were being tortured, the way your face scrunched up as he jabbed into her. He felt you starting to drip onto his palm and your walls clench.

Pulling his fingers from you abruptly, he spun you around by your shoulders to face him. Looking down at your cleavage, he grew angry by the fabric covering you from him. He grasped the part in which had covered your beautiful tits from him and yanked in open, ripping the bra in half. "Chris." you cried, jaw slack by the shock of what he just did.

"It's a fucking piece of material. I'll pay for it." He twisted her back around to face the mirror, now enjoying the view so much more. Picking up his movements, you let out a needy sigh. "Now, be a good girl for me and cum."

"I will." You whispered in a pathetically whiney voice. "Just don't stop. Please."

You felt his cock, as hard as possible pressed against your ass. You rubbed back onto it, eliciting a low breath to escape from his lips. "Ahh fuck, ma." Were Chris’s last words before pulling your underwear to the side, listening to the seem tear, and fully enter you from behind. You haven’t even seen or heard him get his cock out, but he must have been fast from how desperate and eager he had seemed after he say you.

He gripped your waist tightly and he watched you both in the large mirror of the dressing room. He pounded into you relentlessly watching as your perfectly carved ass bounced of of him. 

Chris sent a light quiet slap to your ass cheek and you felt like you were in literal heaven. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gripped his arms that held you close to him. 

“No ma, look me in the eyes while I’m fucking you,” he said in your ear so low that nobody else would hear. Your mouth fell open, awaiting a loud moan which was quickly muffled by Chris’s hand.

Your ass continued to bounce on his dick, as chris loved his mouth from your ear to the side of your neck, beginning to suck harshly at your delicate skin, while still remaining eye contact in the mirror in front of you.

“Fuck, chris baby, i-im gonna cum…f-fuck,” your words although still slightly muffled were perfectly clear to chris while he felt you clenching and tightening around him. You struggled to hold your eyes open as Chris’s hand moved up from your waist to your exposed tit and began to play with your nipples.

"Cum. Now." He had stated so clearly as he pinched your sensitive bud.

You did. Instantly. That was your breaking point. You squeezed him tight, gushing down on his cock, dripping over him. He kept his grip tight over her breast to hold you up while she wiggled up against him this now making chris reach his climax as well, shooting hot spurts of his cum into you. You stared at him through the mirror, the sight of him alone helping her along and intensifying your climax. You bit down on her lip as chris removed his hand to muffle her moan that still lingered on your lips, but a small one slipped out but it was too quiet for anyone around you two to hear. You both rode out your orgasms together, continuing to remain under each others intense stare. Panting heavily as you came down, he slipped his cock from your pussy and released his tight hold on you. Blinking through your haze, you leaned up against the wall, body weakened from your intense release.

Chris stood back admiring his work. He lifted his hand to his mouth, covered in the sheen of you cum which he had wiped from your sensitive folds. He licked each finger and his palm, lapping up any taste of you he could get. His eyes rolled back at the taste. His favorite. The one he couldn't get off his mind all morning while he tried to work in a room full of his brothers.

"Did that answer your question about the set?"

You let out a laugh, running your fingers through your hair. "I'll need another one now that this one is destroyed." Pulling the shreds of fabric off your shoulders.

You're both piled up everything she wanted and took it to the register after getting dressed back into your regular clothes. The cashier gladly rung everything up, pleased by your haul of clothing. Bralettes, corsets, garters. All of it to your taste of course. 

 At the end of the transaction Chris remembered the wad of fabric in his hand.

"This too." He dropped it onto the counter, staring smirking at the woman behind it, daring her to question him.

You turned pinker than the set placed infront of you when she stared down at the rumpled piece of lace. She felt bad for Chris' unapologetic behaviour, but this was very usual for him to flaunt you and the work he had done infront of everyone.

Without saying a word, she rang up the shreds of the dress. Swiping the sleek black card from Chris’s Prada wallet, she thanked you, mainly chris who had payed for everything, for your business and sent you on your way.

The second your feet hit the sidewalk; you busted out laughing at the interaction. She figured the poor lady would be scarred for a while over it. Falling into Chris’s side as you both giggled to each other. 

Fuck, you loved your days spent with Chris

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A/n: i have been meaning to write this for literally the longest time ever (since i saw the request)!! I loved this idea so much but was just sop busy that i havent written in agesssss!! Pls send more requests because i loved writing this .

Ily my angels 💞

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Kinktober 04/10/2024 Lando Norris - Edging

Plot: Lando just loves making you wait until the last minute to get what you want.

Warnings: Kinktober, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, edging, orgasm denial? Sex etc 18+ Minors DNI

You and Lando had a very active sex life. It wasn’t the be all and end all of the relationship, there were many aspects to Lando Norris that drew you in, like how clingy he was as a boyfriend, or in a group of people you didn’t know he’s always hold your hand and keep you close.

He was the definition of a perfect boyfriend, he’d helped you whenever you were overwhelmed and sad, or when you were so excitable you felt sick. He was there for most of your big life choices you’d made in your young adult life and he was your soulmate. Everything he did outside of intimacy was why you originally fell for him.

But the sex was of course the cherry on top.

You guys both had a very high sex drive so it was common for you guys, whenever you were together, to be intimate.

That’s why right now you were on a random hill in Nice, in the backseat of his car while his fingers pumped in and out of you. You panties hung over the gear stick in the front, long forgotten when his hand had first dipped into them on the drive up here and how he had to pull over in a little secluded lay by the minute he himself got hard.

“Fucking hell, the things you do to me” he groans as he takes his finger out of you, an obscene wet sound matching as he did. His fingers pull to his lips where he licks them clean, a cat like grin appearing on his face afterwards. Lando always got an insane level of pleasure from just watching you get so close before he took it away. Your sex life with Lando was anything but vanilla.

“Lan please!” You whine wiggling forward to try and get more contact with him, you were always desperate for his touch but tonight you were on fire whenever he wasn’t touching you. You were actually a very clingy couple, and very pubic about how much you guys loved one another and needed to be around each other in a tactile vicinity.

“Patience baby, all in god time. You gonna be a good girl for me?” He asks and you nod your head, your eyes blown out with a lust filled gaze that he just adored.

“Aren’t I always” you ask and his nods, kissing up across your jaw before encasing your lips in his. His fingers start to play with your clit again, before his fingers enter a second time. You immediately feel yourself get the butterflies and Lando feels your tighten around his fingers.

“Already baby? You can hold out longer than that pretty girl” he smiles going quicker, a gasp coming from you as you reach forward to grab his wrist to help his movements speed up.

“That’s it. Oh my god, right there” you cry your head falling back onto the window of the car that has started to collect condensation from the warm breaths around the car.

“Your so close” Lando says in a teasing manner as he slows all the way down, before coming to a complete stop and pulling his fingers out once again.

His hand comes up to your boobs, and starts to pull at your peaked nipples. His mouth latches round the left one while his hand kept his attention on the right.

“Baby please, stop teasing” you cry looking at him before you head rolls back as he starts kissing down your body, not leaving an inch untouched on unnoticed. Down your stomach, to your hips and across to your thighs.

You never got angry with Lando when he did this, because you actually enjoyed the feeling on his edging you. Of course it left you frustrated because you wanted the feeling of that sweet release but you also loved watching his face as he saw how he was affecting you.

Also, Lando did aftercare for you like no other. So getting a little frustrated and a few tears here and there was all worth it.

“But I love the little noises of frustration you make” he says huskily as your fingers thread through your curls as he dives in, his tongue licking strips up your folds before focusing on your clit, making your thighs come up and encase around his head.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Lan, oh my god. I-“ you cry as your legs start to shake around his head, gripping him into your further so his nose in nudging against your clit while his tongue bullies its way into your entrance. Despite the extra pressure of your legs around him, his grip on your thighs loosens you as he slows down his movements.

“Lando please, I can’t I need you baby please” you sob, a hand going up over your forehead as you flush hot from frustration of not being able to orgasm.

“Awwwww is my baby begging?” He asks looking up at you from his lowered position seeing the tears streaming down your face makes him grin, but knows he can’t continue to be too mean to you as that’s 4 times he’s edged you and he can see how much you need him right now.

He sits down, and pulls you onto his lap, he pulls himself out of his pants, helping you slip down onto him. With how wet you were it was incredibly and embarrassingly easy.

He helps you bounce up and down, your legs having no energy from the amount he made them shake. The obscene noises coming from between your legs as he thrusted in and out of you and both your breathy moans fill the car.

“Please Lan, let me cum” you cry as you look over his blissed out face from how tight you’re already squeezing him. He had got himself pretty worked up just from pleasuring you and denying you so he was now at the exact place you were. He helped you bounce quicker as he pulled you into searing kiss, one where teeth were clashing and one of his hands tangled up in your hair.

“How’d I get so lucky, fuck we’ve gotta have sex in the Porsche soon” he says as he pulls away from kissing you. He’s now thrusting in and out of you with vigour as he holds you down in place. You’re cuddled against him, your head almost hitting the low roof.

“Oh my god” you say and Lando feels you slump against him as you shake, the built up release leaving your body in a blinding fashion. You are so exhausted that your head rolls into his neck as he continues to pump in and out of your sensitive hole.

“Lan” you moan, and that whiny fucked out voice of yours is all that it takes to have him painting your walls white and releasing inside you.

“Fuckkkkkk” he breathes out as he brushes your hair back and looks over at you while his hands rub over your back in a comforting way that has you shivering.

“You did so well for me, gorgeous gorgeous girl” he says scratching his nails up and down your back in a comforting way that almost has you falling asleep on him.

“Mmmmmm” you mumble nuzzling close into him, your boobs pushed up against his bare chest which was warm and you could feel the soft beating of his heart.

“Don’t you think we should get home now baby? We’ve got a long day tomorrow” he offers and you nod, he helps you into one of his large Quadrant hoodies and pulling your comfy joggers that you’d worn back on.

“Awwww my baby looks so snuggly” he coos as he helps you into the front passenger seat.

“Let’s go home” he says, he knew he wouldn’t get much out of you, you always went very quiet after he edged you that way, your mind being pretty fuzzy for some time after and he took over with helping you out and almost talking for you.

“I love you” he smiles kissing you and brushing your hair back.

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