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[dios-favourite-simp]

Sleepy sex with Dio 😭

Naturally he's a vampire so he doesn't need sleep - his human pet however needs to rest. This man is insatiable though, and even after a few rounds of sex he's still raring to go.

Exhausted, you lay in his arms, panting against his wide chest. His cock is still buried inside you, your legs wrapped around his thighs to pull you close. He'll bottom out in this position.

Because he's so deep every rock of his hips stirs something deep in your belly. Dio will gently press the bulge in your stomach, other hand going to stroke your face soothingly.

He only ever let's you rest like this if he feels you've been good: expect purrs of praise and his warm breath against your neck.

[cinghialefedele]

That one day/night meme :)

[thekillingmoonmoon]

For the ask game i propose: "What You Need" by The Weeknd with .. drum roll .. Toji. hehe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

hello ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x Fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, manhandling, oral, slapping, Length: 665 Song: The Weeknd – What you need (slowed and reverb)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You wanted sweetness. You wanted roses and heart-shaped chocolate, a white-picket fence life and a heart to call home. You wanted a cup of coffee every morning, steam lined windows with hearts drawn in the condensation. You wanted gentle, murmurings of your name softly falling from a reverent mouth, praying your praises to the heavens above. That was not what you needed.

What you needed was rough, a smile split by a scar, hunter’s eyes devouring you like prey. What you needed was to be thrown around, put in your place and then some, made to fall apart until you were nothing but an aching, molten mess. And you got what you needed with Toji, feeling him bite and suck at your clit below you, his low grunts and wily tongue already sending you over the edge. His tongue sunk deep into your cunt, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he devoured your pussy like it was his last meal. You were close to cumming, already twitching and trembling from the intense ministrations of Toji’s tongue and teeth and lips. He had you splayed on you couch, bare from the waist down, barely inside the front door of your apartment. Your ripped panties hung from your ankles, lacy and white, torn asunder by his bare hands.

You bucked your hips against his hands, earning yourself a heavy slap to the thigh. “Quit squirmin’,” he huffed, steadily stretching you out and squelching thickly in your cunt, preparing you for his heavy cock. You mewled, back arching as you came, slick gushing around his crooked fingers as he worked you through you high. You were barely given time to recover before he dragged you upright and bent you over the couch, spreading your legs and slapping your ass.

“There’s my pretty pussy,” He rumbled, three fingers still hooked inside your push folds, working at a steady rhythm, pumping in and out, in and out. You were dizzy, turned topsy turvy by his hazy hands, drunk on the warmth that radiated from your very core.

You needed him, needed the high only he could bring.

He pulled his cock free from his jeans, thumbing over his slit whilst he spread your slick along his length.

“you ready for my cock, doll?” he teased your entrance, slowly sinking his cock deep into your sweet cunt. He rocked you back heavily onto him, watching the way your folds swallowed him whole, greedily holding onto his hot length as he pistonned into you. Your slick trickled into the space between you, sweet and sticky, forming a white ring around his cock. He pumped into you, pushing pressure onto that spot that has you seeing stars, falling forward into oblivion in a tight spiral of love and lust. He tugged you back hard onto his cock, skin slapping skin throughout the silent room, broken by your light whimpers. You could almost feel him in your chest, hot and twitching, hard and unyielding as he bullied his way into your pretty cunt. He tugged you back, his chest to your back, your tiptoes skittering over the floor. He slung an arm around your neck, his rough hand finding your throat and pressing on it gently. He reached around and started rubbing his thumb over your sloppy clit, pushing and pushing until you toppled over the edge into a hot, sticky mess. You spiralled, stars spilling from your spine as static filled  your limbs,

“That’s it, babygirl, cum for me,” Toji grunted, his pace not slowing, knocking you forward until you were nothing but a ragdoll in his arms, using your body for his own pleasure until he came with a groan and spurts of white warmth filled your lower abdomen.

Yes. You wanted sunshine, and softness, sweetness. But you needed him. Needed the harsh slap of his skin on yours, the rough bruises he left on your body, the desperate marks he painted over your skin with his mouth. You needed Toji.

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[dhalsimxhonda]

HONSIM : LATE FOR BED

SUMMARY … edmond waits for dhalsim … getting home late isn’t good when it comes to trust, but it’s good for pleasures .

CW … vaginal sex, nipple play, riding, orgasm, smoking (mentions of lung cancer), cursing, boypussy .

CHARACTERS … edmond honda and dhalsim .

AU … singer x film maker au

A/N … just going to post this from ao3 as a an apology for not posting often .

edmond lightened his cigarette after wearing his bathrobe, with impatience in his eyes. everything the japanese man wanted was nothing but spending time with his husband. why so late? he’s supposed to be in bed. why is it so stupid to smoke before bedtime? sure, he brushed his hair and everything. but waiting for his husband to return home safely is a different story. all that edmond wanted was to see his face. but all the things dhalsim would say, “i’ll be home tonight at twenty-three” would always be a lie.

he was supposed to stop smoking after dhalsim told him it was not good for his lungs. but sure, honda seemed to harm himself to forget about the lies spoken in his husband’s mouth.

“i’m home, darling.” the familiar voice came as edmond easily recognized. oh, he thought. it’s dhalsim. he already heard the door getting locked and the keys placed on the kitchen counter.

the old man came through the room quickly as edmond blew his smoke. dhalsim sighed and immediately snatched the cigarette. “what did i tell you about smoking? you could get lung cancer.”

edmond sighed. “i’m smoking because i’m waiting for ya. mind tellin’ me why ya came late again?” dhalsim looked at himself from the mirror as he played the jukebox. “i had a drink while thinking of you. all men and women are so boring… you should’ve come with me.”

“anything you want to ponder about?” edmond asked as the singer took his jewelry and earrings off. “nothing important. just tequila. any films as of recently?” dhalsim turned his head around. “nah,” the japanese replied. “i’ve been waiting for ya to come. thought of filming how beautiful ya are without those clothes.”

as dhalsim hummed the music in response, he took his rings off. “dirty brain? unhinged?” he asked. “naughty man…”

edmond smirked and stood off the bed while he walked closer to dhalsim. “show me yer voice, it makes me horny...” he looked into dhalsim’s eyes with the look of pleading to take off his clothes. the singer nodded and brushed edmond’s wet hair with his fingers, continuing to hum the song from the jukebox. as the japanese unbuttoned dhalsim’s silk shirt and jeans, he began to kiss dhalsim’s nipples with no hesitation.

“h-honda…” dhalsim pleaded while humming his song as the japanese kept sucking on those small boobs that made the singer tingle. he moaned with his lips quivering and body trembling from the cold air conditioning. it’s time to put on a good show, he thought and stopped kissing his husband’s nipples with saliva running like a bridge. “ride onto my pussy until you can’t sing anymore.”

dhalsim looked and quickly took off his husband’s bathrobe as the japanese man divorced his legs. such good views, white eyes, and brown eyes stuck on each other. such naughty eyes they got to meet at every step. dhalsim placed his hands onto edmond’s pussy lips carefully to make sure where to put himself and frot. “whenever you’re ready.” edmond spoke.

after getting on top of his vulva lips, dhalsim let out his beautiful hums again while beginning to thrust him. the singer kept his gaze on his husband, even if he would rather close his eyes and sing or moan like a pathetic old man.

“sing for me, dhalsim.” edmond commanded as the yoga master listened and let out his moanings while continuously frotting his husband…

edmond still listened to the melody from dhalsim’s pleasuring lips. the lustful singing gets louder as the japanese man rests his hands on his husband’s skin. he smirked with the blush on his cheeks, making dhalsim feel good. “sing.”

edmond continued his thrusting with dhalsim. “sing for me, slut.” he recalled as the singer rasped and sang with his mind and heart out. the japanese rests his head on the pillows, blushing heavily with the grunts of his trembling lips. astonishing voice, dhalsim’s humming and moans were like edmond’s music. “s-sing for me, my dhalsim.” the japanese breathed.

dhalsim moaned his husband’s name, still thrusting with his husband’s pussy like a good man. “ah, honda..” edmond arched his back softly, carefully caressing dhalsim’s thighs. “you’re a natural, dhalsim…” he moaned softly. “don’t ya wanna cum with me?”

“fuck, just keep going, edmond! call me every word you think…” dhalsim breathed. “we’re not done singing together.”

the singer rode his husband’s clitoris, circularly thrusting as he kept moaning his husband’s name. “what a pathetic man. it’s what he deserves.” edmond gripped dhalsim’s hips tighter, leaving scratched marks on his fingers. such a bruise that dhalsim wanted all along. he’ll get the japanese man going whenever he wants to. dhalsim made edmond his.

“i’ll forever make you mine, dhalsim-kun.” edmond’s lips quavered, eyes rolled back as his husband continuously moaned his name. “sing me that one melody again.”

“i’m your property, darling.”

“damn right.”

all gentle assurance, keeping dhalsim in hold with his orgasm, the japanese man could hardly wait and do it together. the singer cried out one last time, with pleasure and lost on reality. he’s thinking of his husband more than worrying about a single damn thing about the singing rehearsals.

“scream for me, dhalsim.”

the two of them gave their one last thrust, reaching their climax together, cumming onto each other’s pussy. dhalsim huffed, as his vision turned black, collapsing onto his husband’s body. edmond sighed as he swallowed his saliva, remaining to touch his singer’s thighs.

“you know how to sing for me, dhalsim-kun. why must hide it from me?”

the singer sighed and caressed the japanese man’s cheeks. “because it’s a terrible secret.” dhalsim smiled as edmond kissed his husband’s forehead… whether honda thinks that it’s a terrible secret or not, feeling dumbfounded with a secret? over a career?

but he decided that it was better off to not question it and play it off that he didn’t hear about it.

[promiscuousderg]

lineart babes~ the whole image is done, but im gonna whip up a shortfic to go with it before i post it.

[three-strikes-of-void]

GUESS WHAT TROUNT FANS I JUST FINISHED A FIC!!

[obeisnce]

@gunfckd​. / ft. V A L T E R. && W O L F G A N G.

         𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑰𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑲𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑻. isn’t that what they used to say?? back when there were nine lives to be had and existence didn’t hang in such a precarious balance. in this new world, survival is a privilege and mistakes are CONSEQUENTIAL. all it takes is one. vienna knew the risks of venturing outside the walls of the camp, especially on her own, but she’d ignored the voice of reason in her head screaming at her to turn back. despite her best intentions to navigate herself away from danger she got lost anyway and ran herself straight into it instead. rabbit heart thumping in her chest, trembling hands raise in surrender to the stranger she’s stumbled upon looking none too friendly, particularly with a gun in his hands. she’s not so naïve to not know there’s dangerous men best suited for these end times and even upon first glance the man stood opposite her strikes her as the type. ❝    wait !! please don’t HURT me,    ❞ the blonde pleads. trying to ignore the lump caught in her throat. ❝    i’m not trying to cause any trouble. i’m just — i’m just trying to get back to my CAMP.    ❞ slowly inching backwards, the girl’s so singularly focused on what’s in front of her that she doesn’t think to look behind and lets out a sharp yelp as her back suddenly collides with the chest of a new stranger. heart sinking to the depths of her stomach as she whips around and is faced with just as menacing a presence as the one looming behind.

[dios-favourite-simp]

dio pet play but He is the pet i beg 🤲

You pull the leash taught, the collar around Dio's neck pulling his head back to look into his eyes. His face is unusually flushed. It's not often you get to see him in this position, on his hands and knees with a gag in his mouth and collar tight around his thick neck. You lay a hand on his ass, slowly stroking down to cup his balls and feeling his drooling cock twitch in response.

"You're so pretty like this, my lord," you state, leaning against him and kissing his forehead.

He twitches his face away, huffing indignantly.

"now, now," you purr warningly, pressing the thick head of the strap against his exposed ass, "I thought you agreed to be good for me today?" You tantalisingly nudge the ring at the very base of his cock, reminding him you could take it off at any time, but only if he stopped being a bratty asshole.

Dio glares at you, wordlessly grinding himself against it. He'd never admit in a thousand years how much he enjoyed being fucked like this, but his wanton moans and how hard he'd cum every time was enough for you to know he wanted more. Being restrained like this - under a mortal, no less - was embarrassing. It made his cock nearly painfully hard.

Tutting, you pull your hips back. "You have to be good if you want me to fuck you, my lord," You reach forward and pull the gag out of his mouth "do you want me to fuck you?"

All he gives you is a stern glare from under his arm and a grunt.

You chuckle "I couldn't hear you, pet" you say condescendingly, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back to look at you properly: the look in his eyes is sinful "do you want to get fucked or not?"

He can't help but moan shakily, desperately pressing his ass into your hips "yes~" he drawls.

The both of you had been at this for nearly an hour, the vampire pressed beneath you getting needier by the minute as you'd edge his now desperate cock and pet his head. Of course he still had an attitude - this was Dio - so you'd frequently had to administer some light reprimands by dragging out the edging longer and longer, slapping his ass and peppering his neck, chest and thighs with bites.

"How bad do you want it?"

Your hand finds its way to his throbbing dick, slowly gliding along the silky skin and letting it drool precum into your waiting palm. Smirking, you pull your hand up to his pretty face, pushing your fingers into his mouth and making him taste himself. He lewdly sucks on your fingers.

You scoff at his lewd display, deciding to reward him.

Splashing some lube against his waiting hole you push in with ease, the thick strap on gliding along his walls and eliciting a deep, delicious moan from his throat. Your smaller hands grip his waist, stroking his hard body before finding their purchase at the junction between his torso and legs.

He loved this position, so you're able to start thrusting within a short amount of time. You bottom out, slowly pulling back about half of the length of the large strap before slipping it back in, movements slow and deliberate. He wants you to bend him in half and rail him, but you've decided to save that for later.

"Harder," he grunts, gripping the sheets.

"pets only speak when spoken to," you snap, looping the leash around your hand and pulling, he chokes out a strained moan as your hips thrust forward sharply, your other hand slapping his thick ass hard.

Dio arches his back, the supple curves and divots of his muscles making your cheeks heat up a bit as they ripple beneath his white skin. Running your hands over his body, feeling up the solid planes of his torso, you press your chest against him, moving your hips faster.

The moans coming from the huge vampire beneath you are sinful, to say the least - the deliberate thrusts of your hips bringing him closer and closer to the edge. The leash around his neck has been abandoned, you've taken you simply grabbing the collar itself and pulling it back hard. His eyes are hazy with pleasure, trying to focus on you but failing.

"Beg," you spit, clamping your teeth down on his flushed, pointed ear. This makes him whine, his voice strained against the painfully tight collar.

"P-please," Dio pants "let me cum, please,"

Hearing his broken voice, full of pleasure and close to the edge, snaps something inside you. Your languid thrusts snap to rough ones, the slapping of skin on skin loud and hot. You fist his cock, desperately throbbing in your hand, and are rewarded by what can only be described as a squeal.

He cums hard, painting the bedsheets with his spend, his asshole tightening around the thick strap. You slam your hips into him, grinding deep, hard inside of him as he rides out his orgasm. When he's finally done, he's limp and shaky beneath you.

You gently pull out with a satisfying pop, lube dribbling down his shivering thighs. Pressing against him, you plant gentle kisses on his tender neck, unfastening the collar and letting his head drop.

"Good boy~" you purr into his ear, eliciting a haughty grunt from the vampire. Even after being fucked like a cheap whore he's attempting to maintain his air of superiority, which makes you laugh at him lovingly.

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sorry it took me so long to get to u!!! as you can tell I'm a fan of subby Dio, sometimes the big vampire man needs to be put in his place 😔🫴

[cinghialefedele]

Every time I worship you, my mouth is filled with honey...

Full pic on twt here~

[kaeloo]

[yourgirlsarchived]

           “My goodness! You carried the twins so well, I would probably waddle around in just my pajamas. Motherhood certainly suits you.” 

[dhalsimxhonda]

HONSIM ; A BABY ?

SUMMARY … after a nice lovemaking sex, dhalsim decided to surprise edmond with a miracle they’re prepared for .

CW … semi nsfw mentioned (mdni) , mentions of sex , & t-mpreg .

CHARACTERS … edmond honda & dhalsim

SETTING … a year after street fighter alpha 3

A/N … first prompt of 2024 , but now what you’re expecting on . i needed to come up with a theme to make it as a late prompt for valentine’s day . another quick note is that both edmond and dhalsim are trans in this prompt and this is for my au lore for these two . but i hope you like it <33

edmond honda taps out of the coffee, making sure it gets hotter from a cold morning. every day, they wake up and they’re all freezing. not even a sunny day until 9 am can stop the sumo wrestler from making coffee. he’s a little bit sore, but at least he’s happy to get his lovemaking sex with dhalsim from a bet. so sweet as a good man to thrust inside him is a beautiful thing in their name of love. with consent makes it so much better, making sure when to stop while agreeing to make the next step in their lives. that’s edmond, the sumo wrestler to gave all his love to his husband. he begins his sipping coffee as he sits down on his kitchen counter.

behind edmond, dhalsim placed his hands on his husband’s shoulders, giving him a small kiss on his cheeks. “good morning, darling.” the yoga master chanted. “did you sleep okay?” the sumo wrestler responded. “yeah, i bet ya slept okay too. i am a bit sore, but i enjoyed every minute of you in my arms every day. i can make some rice today for you.” dhalsim brushed his husband’s hair with his hands. “you don’t need to do this, darling. you still need rest until your body recovers. i can make it quicker for you.”

“maybe later. besides, all i want is us together. we will pick up our child in the afternoon from your parents.” the sumo wrestler continued to drink his coffee. “perfect. just like how we planned…” something inside of dhalsim is the need for him to speak up. “everything okay?” edmond asked as dhalsim looked away. “yeah, i’m fine.” he felt the urge to have a serious talk. in what way, you may think. nothing major about street fighting. it’s finally time for dhalsim to talk with edmond about his surprise. “what is it?” he asked as he stood up closer to his husband. “you can tell me.”

with a deep breath, dhalsim finally responded. “i had the best night of my life.” edmond was confused at first, but with a smile, he held his hand. “what happened?” he asked. “i did it.” the yoga master handed edmond a small pregnancy test that caught his eyes and it hits him with a realization. “you don’t mean… you’re pregnant?” he asked while dhalsim nodded his head. “yes. we’re having a baby.” he replied. the sumo wrestler double-checks the test and suddenly smiles. dhalsim is right, the test reached positive. “you’re kidding!” his smile brightened as he hugged his husband gently as spun around. “oh my god! we’re having a baby!”

the husband smiled as dhalsim chuckled. “we have to tell datta about this later! we’ll become a wonderful family as street fighters, dhalsim-kun!” edmond finished as they both kissed each other on the lips once more.

[screampied]

Imagine riding choso so good that he feels like he's the one who's going to get pregnant

☆ cw. fem! reader, reverse cowgirl, overstim, premature ejac, spanking, milkin’ him, breedīng, mdni.

“h- holy shit..” choso’s eyes widen, leaning back against his fluffed-out pillows. you’re straddling him in reverse, being in the prettiest fuckin’ arch he’d ever seen as you’re playfully wriggling your ass against him. just a few more centimeters and your dripping cunt would’ve been stuffed full of his aching cock. it’s veiny, and multiple veins throb from the lanky sides with pre-cum decorating his ruby tip. “you look so pretty in t.. this view,” he nearly choked on his breath, openly staring at the way your ass continued to still itself to hover over his length.

“tell me when to start, baby,” you softly hum, both hands of yours planting deep in the velveteen sheets. they create a print as your palms sink into the mattress, and your sopping cunt’s so teasing. with a tiny shimmy of your hips, you start to smear your entrance over his tip and you could hear him loudly sucking his teeth.

with a deep, protracted sigh, choso’s hand traces over the outline of your rear - so pretty. he stares at its shape from all angles before feeling his dick twitch the second you arch your back further. “you can start,” he shakily murmurs, and once you gradually start to plop yourself down on his cock he loses it. as his hooded eyelids start to droop, he lets off a soft whine once his cock’s slowly delving inside, pushin’ past the tight ring of your hollow entrance. “o- oh my god, your pussy’s gonna kill me.”

“hng-” you let off a quivering moan, biting the inside of your cheek once it takes him a few seconds to successfully bottom out. choso’s thick, and with the slight add of a prodding curve to his dick, you felt him expand everywhere. in you and through you.

he’s lean ‘n tall, easily fitting inside of your cunt like a puzzle piece.

choso’s got his bare hands glued to your hips the entire time, watching as your ass teasingly presents his pelvis with one big wet flop! choso groans, already feeling his knees starting to get weak at the stability of your greedy hips once you’re starting up a frenetic pace. “mhm, that’s it, baby. jus’ hold my hips.”

“god- you’re so hot,” he lets off a gruff huff, the tips of his ears burning over hundreds of degrees the moment you start to accelerate. your exposed backside was so pretty, especially in this position. choso stared at your jerking body - studying your tensing, flexing muscles and all of their glory. he can’t help but start to feel the inside of his mouth swelling up with salty saliva, and oh- he’s drooling already. “look back at me, princess. w- wanna see you while you ride me good.”

with a playful smile, you twist your torso just a bit to get a short glimpse of choso through your peripherals.

he’s so cute, slouched all the way back against the bed with the neediest pout plastered across his lips. he’s already sweating too - tears of sweat poured down the sides of his forehead and his usual ponytails were more unkempt than usual. “hi baby.” you mirthfully purr, and he grunts once he feels your rhythm starting to quicken. fuck, your hips were a menace.

“h…. hiii.” he hiccups, trying to smile but he only ends up moaning once his tip thrashes its way against your g-spot. right there, right-fuckin’-there, and you let off a small yelp. it’s so tender and choso starts to spasm underneath you. it was something about you riding him in reverse that made him lose his mind. the way you look back at him as you ride him to lewd oblivion, sexily tossing your hips in a circle with that cheeky grin on your sheeny lips—christ..

choso’s rock-hard abs through his white tee tenses against the fleecy fabric of his shirt and he moans. “f- fuck, don’t stop. don’t…fuckin’ stop—yeahhh, yeah like that,” and as your hips relentlessly smack back against him, nearly giving him whiplash, he whimpers. “ah. s- so warm inside, think ‘m hah- gonna make a…mess again, princess. y- your hips, ohmygoddd.”

and he’s just continuing to babble and ramble out all sorts of words with his hands still attached to your waist. he was holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go. choso’s cock dragged through your gummy walls through ‘n through, searching its way through every sloppy orifice and cavity..

you can see how his naturally drowsy eyes were already starting to roll back and his pretty pink tongue’s starting to loll out his mouth. oh- he was definitely drooling, all because of your sweet, sweet pussy. the grip you had was maddening, and each slam of your ass onto his pelvis had him whining out for more. dark thin brows of his crease into a crimped furrow as he’s trying to weakly guide your hips back into him. “mhm, touch me more baby. don’t be.. shy.”

you could feel how hesitant his fingers were, but he couldn’t resist allowing his hands to gently trace and explore down the outlines of your curves. “ughhh, i’m g- gonna,” and he pauses, letting off a husky groan the moment your ass rudely smacks back into him. it’s so impactful that for a second—the half curse was speechless. choso gasps, his eyes widening before he sobs out a crooning whimper. “faster, p…pleaseee. fuck me, r- ride it like it’s your princess. ‘m all yours, a-all yours.”

“s- shit,” you moan, snagging the edges of your teeth with your bottom lip. his dick’s steadily caressing your walls with his fat curve, locating and reaching every spot just to make you whine right with him. each pivotal thrust was killer, and you’re starting to puff out heaving breaths yourself.

choso’s fully laid back now as he watches your ass bounce itself up and down on his length before he starts whimpering again. he sounds so pretty the entire time too—

just babbling out sweet nothings, chanting your name over ‘n over as his swinish hands greedily try to reel your hips back into him. he’s addicted, and your hypnotic rhythm had him hungry for more. choso could almost taste his incoming release—syrupy pollen that’s slowly but surely salivating on his parched flat tongue.

“m..mngh,” he grunts, giving your ass a soft spank. he hears you playfully ‘oooh!’ at the swat of his hand and choso’s cock twitches inside of you. “wanna marry your hips. ‘m gonna���marry y-your hips, baby,” he starts rambling again, moaning at the speed of your rotating ass.

each wet thrust sends him shivers an abrupt rabble of butterflies, and choso’s damn near fully fucked dumb before he starts to whimper aloud yet again. he’s soso sensitive. the wide tip of his reddened shiny tip continues to swirl its way around the bulb of your clit before within seconds later—he finally cums… hard.

“oh, fuuuck—fuck,” he lets out a gargled whine and the carnal squelches of your cunt slamming against his lap get louder. choso erupts like a violent volcano - active ribbons of his handmade lava slowly pumping inside of your deprived cunt. choso’s sharp breaths become raspy as he feels your hips coming to a devastating halt, and he licks his lips. “t- thank you, thank you, thaaank you baby.” and you didn’t even know what he was thanking you for.

choso’s eyes close as he’s still filling slimy thin clods of cum inside of your puffed pussy.

it’s hot - and you then bring a hand toward your left ass cheek, squeezing it while still gradually fucking back against him. you’re reaaaal slow, working your hips on his active cock that’s spilling so much from the tip and the twitching sides. choso grabs onto the back of the wooden creaking headboard, and his abs clench as he watches the mess start to dribble further down between your thighs. a white puddling mess of his seed that’s drooling straight out of your flooded cunt makes him moan. “b- baaaby..” he swallows thickly, his ravened eyes fixated on your pretty plump ass that’s perfectly arched over his lap. “hah- think you just…impregnated me.”

“cho, that’s not possible,” you tease, and he moans once the warmth of your cunt starts to fade the second you get up. right away, a sloppy string of his cum glosses onto your slick entrance as you ‘pop’ his dick from between your sprawled numb legs. you turn around, straddling him from the front now, before kissing the side of his twitching mouth. “i can’t impregnate you, silly.”

“o- oh! right… um,” he breathes, sticky black bangs running down his eyes.

choso grabs your waist, a thumb shamefully swiping down the center of your runny pussy. so . . much. he locks eyes with you for a long four seconds as you’re now grinding your drenched folds against his flaccid cock that rests on his tummy. choso cutely scratches his head, and he lets off a soft whine once you sneak a wet kiss on his rosy lips. “i mean- i can try to impregnate you then.”

with a hum, you nibble on his chin. “mhm, wanna test that theory then, baby?”

choso’s so cunt-drunk that’s he’s just entirely dumbfounded. intently, he’s staring right into your eyes—barely registering a thing you just said before he cups your chin, panting at the shocks of rapture. choso’s still faintly whining under his breath before he smears a thumb over your wet-slick lips, lovingly.

“l- let’s get married,” and you gasp once he gingerly spanks your ass, an inaudible sign for you to ride him again—this time from the front so he could visibly watch your pretty face. “make me a daddy, princess, w.. wanna be all yours. please..”

[dewitty1]

Googling how to make my boss just for me enough to risk his marriage, job, and reputation?

For a friend.

It's me. I'm the friend.

So remember me, the wanting to climb my boss like a fucking tree anon?

Well it faded a bit. But now it's back and fuck me I want him to fuck me so bad. We work at a fucking local school like this is so inappropriate l. Help. I feel like a freak and I can't tell anyone. I want to fuck the principal who's also my boss. Hahahahahaha. Just want him to slam me down onto his desk or up against his office door and just have his way with me. Fucking hell.

Hi Confession Nonnie,

I would say it's nice to see you, buuuut, I'm sorry?

Idk.

I apologize for sitting on this for a bit. I needed to think on it for a while, honestly.

I still think distancing, and distraction is a good idea. Also, I'm going say, therapy. Maybe not in the short term, but in the long run it will help, for you and your marriage.

I think in the short term you've got a lot of thinking to do. Be honest with yourself. Do you want your marriage to continue? Do you want to keep your job? Does the lust you feel overcome the love you had for your husband, and the need for the job you do?

If you don't honestly care about those things, for you or for your boss, then, shoot your shot with him.

I'm not an advocate of cheating. I'm really not, but if you can see no other way to scratch that itch (talking to your husband - role playing, open marriage maybe, idk) then there you go.

Mom is always here for you! HUGSSS! 💜💙 💚 💛 ❤️ 💗 💕 💖

Good luck with whatever you decide to do! Xoxoxo

[dios-favourite-simp]

The Joestar Footman (Dio Brando X reader)

You've recently been hired to work at the Joestar Manor as a footman (opening doors, generally just being there to help with small things and eventually work your way up to being a butler) and your Master Dio has an interesting way of welcoming you to the manor.

I barely proofread this so if it's ass I'm sawry

Male POV

CW: brief mention of homophobia

The bed creaked slightly as you propped yourself up on your elbows, Master Brando leaning imposingly over you. You'd only worked here a week and he'd already invited you to his chambers - you hoped this wouldn't negatively affect the workplace in any way, but presently you were a little too hot under the collar to care.

One of your masters, Dio (although you hadn't the privelage to call him his first name) was possibly the most attractive man you'd seen - of course, Master Joestar was easy on the eyes, but there was something about Dio that made your heart beat a bit faster. Maybe it was his dark, catlike eyes, his high cheekbones and pointed face -

Or maybe it was his thick thigh grinding between your legs.

You gulped and he chuckled.

"Is this your first time in this position with another man?" he purred, his deep voice quiet as to not alert anyone nearby.

Holding solid eye contact, you nod.

Another chuckle as he leans in to gently kiss the side of your neck, a hand slowly trailing to stroke your chest. He'd already pulled off your crisp, white shirt, having discarded it haphazardly on the ground, along with your blazer. You fleetingly hoped that it wouldn't get creased - you knew you'd be harshly disciplined by your superiors should you be seen in crumpled clothes.

"Many of the servants of the manor have done this with me... but don't you dare ask them, I've sworn them all to secrecy,"

Dio pushes you onto your back and climbs fully atop, golden hair framing his face as he looks down. Gently he tilts your chin so you're looking up at him properly.

"So be a good boy and keep that pretty little mouth shut, hm?"

Fuck this guy. Heart nearly stopping, you nod again, lips clamped shut lest you moan out loud there and then.

He sits back, resting on his haunches as to not crush you - not that you're actually small, it's just that anyone is small compared to him.

"Well then, servant," his pretty lips are curled into a smirk "are you going to do your job and undress me?"

In this position he has you pinned, his big hands idly trailing over your bare stomach, stroking your chest and generally just touching you up. Face flaming, you shakily reach up to unbutton his shirt. His sweater had long since been abandoned, somewhere on the floor with the other half of your uniform. You feel your face get even warmer as the top few buttons come undone and you get to see his bare chest.

Never in a hundred years had you thought you'd get to experience something like this, especially with another man. Your family had often cussed and cursed over those who were attracted to the same sex, and you had hidden your shame behind a poker face. But now you were here, with your Master Dio. Unabashed, only a few years older than you but seemingly aeons more experienced.

He shrugs off his shirt and it joins the other garments on the floor. Your hands rest on his spread thighs, aching to touch his alabaster skin, eyes following a fine trail of light hair trailing from his belly button into his tight pants. Eyes travelling up his body, over sculpted abs they pause for a moment at his ample chest before meeting his gaze.

"Enjoying the view, servant?"

You nod, unable to keep his gaze in such a position, looking away slightly as you feel like your face is about to melt off.

"I can't hear you,"

He takes hold of your face, turning your head to look at him again, perfectly manicured nails leaving crescents in your cheeks.

"Yes, sir," Your heart hammers and it feels like you're going to die but he hasn't even touched you yet. You feel your dick throb, straining desperately against your uncomfortable uniform pants.

"Aw it seems like you were just built to serve me," he coos "getting so excited at addressing me formally? Does that arouse you in an ordinary setting?"

Dio slips off you, settling between your spread legs and unbuttoning your pants.

"N-no, I-"

"What a naughty little servant you are," he purrs lowly, finally freeing your cock from its starched cotton confines.

Your breath is shaky as he takes it into his mouth, long tongue swirling around the head as one hand pumps up and down the shaft. A hum vibrates in his throat as his lips meet the base. You stare down amazed as he swallows it whole, gag reflex seemingly nonexistent. Your heart flutters and you gasp as he hollows his cheeks.

"M-master!" you stammer, covering your face. It feels like you're going to die from embarrassment - a combination of the situation you've found yourself in, the involuntary gasps and whimpers that keep coming out even when you hold them back and the wet sounds of Dio going down on you. You can tell he's being loud on purpose, spitting on the head to allow his large hand to glide up and down with less friction.

His hand pumps and twists, stroking the underside of your head to send jolts of pleasure up your spine. You hear him say something, but in your flustered state you don't register it.

"I said look at me," he snaps, grabbing your wrist and yanking your hand away from your face. "I want you to look at me while I get you ready, love,"

You don't even have time to figure out what he means before your feel something slick pressing against your hole. The pad of a finger presses hard before slipping in with little resistance, aided by spit and a small splash of cold oil from a bottle on his bedside. Clenching around his finger you yelp, making him clap a hand over your mouth with a disgruntled "shh!"

Dio shifts, moving up the bed to lay flush next to you. His body is warm against yours, his large chest pressing into your arm. He removes his hand from your mouth, wrapping a huge arm around you, all while gently pumping his fingers in an effort to prepare you.

He pushes another in, and you can't help but writhe. Dio's hands are big, his fingers feeling bigger when you were so tight around him. More of the oil dribbles onto his hands, the cold making you twitch. He's moved his other hand away, now playing with your nipples and groping your chest.

Dio breathes an expletive as he attempts to spread his fingers inside of you to get you used to the stretch. It hurts, and you bite down on your hand as to not make a sound, but a strained whimper escapes. You notice Dio's breath hitches at this.

"You're such a good boy for staying so quiet for me," he chuckles breathily. You can feel him attempting to add another finger. More lube and gentle stretching. You can tell he's getting impatient - if the strain of his pants is anything to go by - and you can't help but gulp hesitantly; if just his fingers were this much of a stretch, you couldn't help but be a little worried at the size of his cock.

Your heavy breathing is interrupted by the feel of his mouth on yours, tongue pressing eagerly against your lips, breath hot and wet. He tastes like wine. You moan into his kiss as he bites your lip.

After a while of him coaxing you open, he retracts his hand. The suddenly feeling of emptiness is uncomfortable but his lips against yours keep you quiet.

Grabbing your cock again he breaks the kiss, your breaths steaming against eachother, a string of saliva keeping you connected. He strokes slowly, thumbing the head and spreading the beading precum.

"But before we go any further, love, don't you think you should do your job first?" He grabs your hand and trails it down your body, stopping to rest where yours met his. Shakily you move down to palm the tight fabric of his crotch, the shape of his girth pressing needily against the strained cotton.

Dio sighs contentedly as you unbutton his pants, cupping your face into another brief kiss as you fumble with the fabric for a second. You gasp at how big he feels in your hand, looking down to see his cock resting between your bellies. He grinds his fat dick against yours, his large hand pressing yours against his and stroking them both.

"I think it'd be best if I taught you how to use that cute mouth of yours, hm?"

The two of you reposition, blankets rustling as Dio positions himself against the soft pillows, legs open expectantly. Again you're struck by how beautiful he is, catching yourself staring as another pang of arousal is sent to your cock upon the sight of him layed out so sensually before you. Naturally he notices, and lets out a breathy chuckle as he beckons you closer.

You assume you'd be sitting between his legs, but before you're able to get comfortable he stops you.

"Other way," he says simply, rotating a finger infront of your face.

"but I thought I was-" you begin to query, but he interrupts you.

"Do you really think I'd not be putting some work in? Do you take me for a layabout?" Dio purrs, mockingly insulted.

"No, sir! I just-"

"So turn around,"

You blink (and twitch) at his tone, another flush flooding your cheeks. It's embarrassing to be in such a position as you spin on your knees, getting on all fours and presenting to Dio.

"L-like this?"

Strong hands around your waist pull you back.

"Perfect,"

You end up with your face inches from his member, finally able to take in his full impressive size. You're not sure if you'll be able to take it into your mouth, let alone anywhere else. Those same hands take to exploring your body, roaming over your ass and waist, stroking over your thighs before one stops to stimulate your own cock.

Wanting to please him you do as he did, spitting on the head before steeling yourself and taking it into your mouth. It's an odd taste, although not entirely unpleasant, thick and salty. Your tongue pokes out, sandwiched between your lip and his length.

Finally finished wandering, Dio's unoccupied hand finds itself resting against your ass cheek. He plays with it for a moment, feeling you up and squeezing the soft flesh, before pushing two fingers into your hole. There's less resistance this time, having been prepared beforehand, but the sudden intrusion still takes you by surprise. Your yelp is muffled by his dick.

You begin to bob your head cautiously, but nearly choke as he presses his fingers against something inside of you. It feels good, the noise you let out positively sinful.

"My, that was easy," he says, pumping his fingers in and out but not pressing that spot again.

"What was that?!" you pant, taking him out of your mouth and peering up at him sheepishly. The situation hits you again and you look away, not wanting to make eye contact.

"Do your job, servant," he shuts you down, twitching his hips to press himself against your lips again and pushing you to take him back into your mouth.

You do, beginning to strangely enjoy the act of sucking him off as you push your head lower and lower with each bob.

Dio sighs, pushing another finger inside of you "be careful, you're very good for a novice," the added stretch doesn't hurt this time - you've relaxed a lot more now, you realise.

As he sensually pumps and scissors his fingers however, you do feel a slight burn, no matter how gentle he's being. You decide to focus on the heavy weight of his dick in your mouth to take your mind off it. Having your lips wrapped around something so thick has only gotten you more excited to try and take him, and the velvety feel of his skin against your tongue is wonderful.

It's not long before he taps your cheek, signalling for you to pull your head back up as he pulls his fingers out. You take a breath you didn't notice you needed, his cock slick with saliva.

Another rustle of sheets and tangle of limbs. You end up on your front with a pillow beneath your hips. His hand is warm against the crook of your leg, keeping you in place and grounded as your heart hammers against the bed.

Cold lube is rubbed into your waiting hole, followed by the head of his cock resting against it.

"Please be gentle," you whimper, suddenly a little apprehensive - he'd felt huge in your mouth and hands, and the idea of being speared on something that thick was only just fully dawning on you.

"Don't worry, love," Dio purrs, "as if I'd want to break my cute little servant during his first time,"

He presses into you, the lube letting the blunt head slip inside. The head alone is big, making you gasp at the stretch. You were right, it was much bigger than his fingers, and you try and stay relaxed so it hurts a little less as he slowly slips more of his cock inside of you.

It seems like you can feel every vein and detail throbbing against your walls, the lube helping him slowly slide in but doing little to ease the burn of his girth stretching you open.

"You're so big~" you whine, tears pricking your eyes. It feels good, in a wierd way, the pleasure of being penetrated hiding below the surface of slowly dissapating pain. His dick was slightly thicker around the midsection, and you let out another whimper.

"You're so tight," he retorts breathily, one hand on your ass keeping you still and another guiding himself inside of you. He leans closer to your ear, his body warm and sweaty against yours. "Will you be a good boy and take all of me?" he murmurs, beginning to pull out every so slowly before thrusting back in, more of his cock finding its way inside your tight hole. As he does this he grinds against the good spot inside of you, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

You can only moan a needy response, wanting more than anything for him to fill you up.

"Good little servant," he straightens back up and grabs your waist with both hands.

Finally his hips meet yours, speared on his cock and unbearably full.

"It feels so good~" you breathe shakily, turning your head to look up at him. You can tell he's giving you a moment to adjust to his size as his hands explore your body, roaming over your chest and stroking your nipples, gliding back down to feel the slight bulge in your belly, moving to the softness of your thighs.

He teases you with a few light strokes along your length, drooling cum onto the sheet below.

"I'm going to move now," he murmurs. You grip the sheets apprehensively, more lube being dripped against his cock as it stretches you deep and full.

Slowly, he pulls his hips back, making you draw in a shaky breath, releasing it as a too loud moan when he thrusts back in. He gets into a rhythm, the generous amount of lube letting him be a little rougher with you.

"Say my name," he suddenly hisses into your ear, pressing his whole body weight into your back as he thrusts harshly.

"Ohhh~" Dio let's out a sinful moan.

You are on cloud nine, moaning with each thrust. The sound of skin on skin is electrifying, you never dreamed of being in this position with another man. Your eyes roll back as he stuffs himself to the hilt, grinding hard, deep inside. He fucks you like this for a few moments, letting you get used to his size a little more. You can feel him throbbing against that golden spot inside you, and suddenly your whole body tenses, hot cum spurting out and dripping onto the bedsheets.

Dio tuts and turns you to look at him. He's feigning disappointment, but the glint in his eyes tells you how much he's enjoying seeing you writhe beneath him. "Does it feel too good?" He sneers down at you, "couldn't even wait for me, you slutty little servant?"

He roughly grabs your waist again, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming back in. His other hand covers your mouth, muffling the squeal of pleasure as he settles into a rough, overstimulating rhythm.

He chuckles cruelly, his breathing hitching slightly as your right hole continues to twitch around him.

"I shall be having you again," he purrs, whispering into your ear "would you like that, love?"

Not wanting to make him wait for a response, you nod you head almost feverishly. Dio scoffs, and to your surprise (and delight) roughly slaps your ass, kneading the soft flesh there in tandem with his rough thrusts.

"I know you would" he sneers "and after all, such a cute little ass deserves to be fucked only by someone like myself" Dio gloats. His hands are all over you, stroking, pinching, grabbing, before wrapping around your cock and pumping roughly.

"I- I'm not allowed!" you whine, missing the feeling his hot breath against your ear as he rears back, pinning your back with one huge hand and grabbing your hair with the other.

"I said say my name!" Dio snarls, yanking your head back, sending a string of spittle flying from your slack lips, your tongue feeling too heavy for your mouth. It feels like you're going to go insane, it feels so good, feeling this good should be illegal.

For a moment he stays like that, his heartbeat hammering against your back, your sweat mingling with his. He breaks the kiss, letting you gulp down air greatfully.

You wail his name, your body clenching down on him and making it hard for him to continue his pace as you finally release onto his bedsheets. He resorts to pressing deeper inside of you as his orgasm takes him suddenly too, his cum spilling deep into your guts. His grip is like a vice, surely leaving marks. Dio groans rough and gutteral, biting down hard on your neck.

As the both of you cum, he wrenches your head back and kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue into your mouth and moaning into your skin. You reciprocate happily, glad there's something occupying your mouth so you don't alert the whole manor of your rough coupling.

Dio gently pulls out, a string of his love drooling out of your abused hole. His fat cock makes the most sinful sound you've ever heard as it wetly plops out, dribbling cum and lube. You lay shivering for a moment, trying to catch your breath.

He laughs at you, though not cruelly, wrapping his arms around your midsection and rolling onto his back, having you lay on his chest. Dio's touch is now soft, careful, gently stroking your hair and letting you come down at your own pace.

"Would you like to see me again? Another night?" he murmurs into the top of your head, huge hand tracing patterns into your back soothingly.

"Please," is all you can say, exhausted after such a rough first time.

He chuckles, stroking your hair as you all but melt in his gentle, loving embrace.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?"

"Yes," you state bluntly "but you were amazing, Master Dio"

He laughs heartily at this, and you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest. "Then I certainly shall be having you again," he purrs coyly.

You know you shall have to leave long before morning, long before you must start your duties to be able to clean yourself and hide any and all evidence of what the two of you had done - but for now you are warm and comfortable, sweaty and worn out but pressed lovingly in Dio's embrace.

[obeisnce]

@gunfckd

Doesn't know if they're getting hit or kissed gf 🤝 likes to touch your face a lot and make you flinch bf