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[zencoretechengineers]

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[weremonsterteeth]

Werewolf boyfriend breeding you in your sleep.

The scent of your arousal coaxes him awake, blinking into consciousness with his snout resting atop your head as he softly squeezes your body which his arms have encaged against his. He noses your hair, breathing in deeply.

So fucking good.

You always smell great to him, but something about this is new. His hold around you tightens, pressing you closer to his chest. He doesn’t know when his hips began rutting slightly upwards into you, grinding his bare cock against your ass as it swells from its sheath. His hand seems to move with its own will, trailing down your body until he feels your wetness coating his digits and clinging to his fur. A sleepy, appreciative sigh leaves your parted lips at the contact.

How are you already this wet, little love?

His chest begins to rise and fall heavily, fanning warm huffs of air over your sleeping face. You look so peaceful. Free of this world, your mind was elsewhere and your body was left here with him. His to protect and to care for. His. Before he can think better of it, he’s slipping a finger into you, whimpering at the way your soft warmth takes him in.

You recently confessed your long-held fantasy about a scenario similar to the one currently playing out in your bed. He had asked for a bit of time to get used to the idea and you agreed excitedly, leaning in to tell him he can let you know when he’s ready by having you wake up covered in his cum. He’d sensed your sexual frustration building over the days.

Truthfully, he feels a bit embarrassed by what this is doing to him. Having you pliant and vulnerable to use as he pleases. He always makes sure to be careful with you, putting your pleasure before his own. He knows what it means for you to be with him and he isn’t sure how he would feel if you saw him like this: helplessly driven on by your scent, lapping the juices from his finger with a low growl before sinking it slowly back into your dripping cunt.

Not wanting to wake you, he watches your expression with half-lidded eyes as he pushes another digit into your entrance, carefully stretching you. Your brows turn up and your mouth falls slack, blissed out from whatever you’re dreaming while both his fingers curl up into you. He takes his time, completely hypnotized by the sight of you opening up just for him, taking everything he gives, loving the feeling of your wetness soaking into his fur. Your cunt squeezes around his fingers so sweetly. You nearly send him into an early rut when you start grinding your clit against his palm, easy breaths becoming labored as you unconsciously fuck yourself on his hand.

He can’t help it. He presses every bit of himself to you that he can, lining his dick up at your entrance. He needs more of you, needs to feel you, needs to be closer.

He slowly enters you with his length — inch by tortuous inch — until the knot near the base of his shaft nestles against you.

He tells himself he isn’t going to fuck you like this. It would be too selfish of him. He wants to be so good for you. He wants to see your eyes rolling when he's pounding into that spot that makes your speech slur, wants to tell you how perfect your pussy feels choking his knot and milking him for everything he's worth when he finally lets himself enter you completely.

You stir slightly, hips rolling in languid circles as you sigh contentedly and adjust your position. Just a few small movements have him gripping at the bedsheets and hoping you won't be too upset about having to replace them for a second time this month.

You're moving again, shifting back into him and securing your heat even more tightly against his knot. The friction elicits a loud groan from your lover.

Oh. Fuck.

Even like this, you’re acting so needy for him. Nose trailing up the back of your neck, held flush to the skin, breathing in your overwhelming scent again and again. It’s far too much. He grasps your hips and presses himself into you with a snarl.

Oh god. You smell like his fucking mate. It can't be his rut, the timing is way off. It's you.

Weeks worth of sex spent training you to take his full length and the stretch of his knot, cumming in you over and over to prepare your womb for his pups. As predicted, his little human took some time to adjust to the anatomy of their werewolf partner. However, he wasn’t expecting to be woken in the night by your empty cunt begging to be filled by him.

He has to hold himself back from fucking you awake when you start whining softly at his knot nudging your entrance, growling lowly as your wetness begins to cover the bulge at his base. All resolve dissipates with the realization that you crave him the same way he craves you. You were ready to be bred. To be his.

One arm encircles your middle, cradling you against his chest while the other keeps its  grip on your hip for leverage as he ruts into you. Your soft moans of pleasure intensify as he fucks you in a hurried rhythm.

You start to wake, surrounded by soft fur and dripping over your boyfriend’s cock. He knows he’s getting close when he feels himself throbbing inside of you as you curl your fingers into his fur and say his name with a sleepy, blissful sigh.

You’re so ready to be bred by him. He feels it in the way you clench around his cock, hears it when his knot bullies your entrance with every thrust - smacking and sucking against your wetness.

“Need to breed you. Just need to breed you.” 

He feels your cunt squeeze his cock in response. He cums hard with a brutal thrust, losing himself a bit as he empties his seed into you. A wide tongue leaves several drooling kisses over your cheek as the two of you share the post-sex warmth.

He looks down at his cum starting to spill out of you and whimpers pathetically, rubbing his muzzle along your jaw as you take careful, shaky breaths. You turn your worried gaze over your shoulder, searching for clues as to his distress. He thrusts into you once with a bit of force, panting as his knot pummels into you and rests halfway buried in your cunt.

“Please, I can’t. I-I mean — Fuck, baby I have to make sure it takes.”

Your cries are muffled as he presses you into the pillows and begins lapping at the back of your neck. “My love. My mate,” he pants out between licks, the feeling of his tongue soothing you through the sensation of being stuffed so much fuller than you ever thought you could take. He pulls your ass flush with his body as he forces his knot inside.

“Have to give you my pups. Make you so full.”

He bites down on the back of your neck and holds you there in his teeth as he empties more cum into you, fucking it deep. He needs to pound his cum into you until you’re pregnant, not stopping until he smells the change in your body and every bit of you reeks of him.

He has you cumming hard on his knot, still moving his hips back and forth desperately trying to keep fucking into you despite the snug fit of his knot filling you. His teeth leave your neck, but he doesn’t let up in his movements. He can feel you melting right back into honeyed pleasure when you come down and he wants to keep you right here, fuck you through orgasm after fo taking his cum so well. 

“Such a good little mate.”

Neither of you plan on returning to your dreams anytime soon. And you both agree your mate isn’t stopping even if hours of being bred do end up putting you back to sleep.

[astralnymphh]

18+ subtop!ellie, and it's her first time using a strap, but not yours! watching you push the tip through your folds is torture enough—you expect those aurora eyes to be in the back of her head by the end. the head of her fake cock rolls over your swollen, shiny clit, and she inhales sharply. “sh—goddamn,” she whisperingly curses, attentive eyes perusing the connective passions. it makes her heart fucking rage. you, blatantly dripping from this, and something twice the width of her fingers, painted with slick. so fucking wet all around, the sounds created are intoxicating. light contorts as it gets dragged through once more, and aligned with your entrance. the pulse song inside her does not settle down.

you ease it an inch in, pussy lips swallowing up the tip graciously, only to be eased back out. this happens a couple times—with sickenly playful intentions—and it only riles ellie up. fuck, you know it does. you wanted it to; the easy phases of a smile catching your lips. “c'mon, babe..” a soft whine from her, the warm air it greets, and a delicate, yet pronounced gripping of your hips, entertains you. “just sit on it already, please?” her palms nudge you down slightly, fingers digging. it feels fulfilling to know you have this sort of hold on her—this thing where she has to grasp your hips and encourage you to get on with it. how cute, right?

although, it extends outside plain lust. she knows you have experience, knows you have the practice to tend to your own pleasures. most times, you tell her what to do anyways, and she obliges head-first. but, she wonders if her potential will rain with the same shine here. she feels only observant, and hot, laying under you. ellie almost dies when she gets to see your pussy, swallowing the girth of it. “fuck, babe.” she can't fathom any other emotion.

“oh my god, you're fuckin' amazing.” she is pleasingly overwhelmed. with each bounce, it ripples in her pelvis, smacks the now-reddened skin of her thighs, and she wants it harder. deeper inside. you have one of her nipples in your mouth, tough against your tongue, your moans, and the opposite under your palm, reacting identically to the friction. yeah, that encourages her alright. her fingers—still praying to your hips—scrape behind and pull the heart of your thighs apart, supporting you upwards with her legs. “let me try.”

she wants to be the sole reason you lose yourself. ellie certainly tries: palming her hands into your ass tightly, wrenching her brows, keeping you at this angle. but her pace isn't matched to yours. muscles in her glutes and thighs contract from how concentratedly she tries to keep up—probably a beautiful sight further down the bed—but she is imperfect. the shaft flops out constantly, and she can only guiltily chuckle when she feels your hand reach back and hips bottom out on it again. “not easy, huh?” you comment, breathing with the weight of the world in your chest. she, too, gasps for breath, the juncture of you two a sweaty entanglement. “yeah,” she breathes out.

regardless is she was perfect or not, you still came. loud and rocking against her. she felt bliss watching your chest shake with exhales. “ah, shit—that's fuckin' it ellie,” you splutter out. when you grasp her tit and give a confirming squeeze, she almost comes. she never did when you finished; a lack of friction at fault.

but it matters none. the salty, sweet taste of her precum is already lining the crevices of your face as you ensure she finishes what she began. she is so warm there. her wet, arousal-scented thighs clench you—choke you, as your tongue brushes a large motion and your hands push her hamstrings into a pain, a stretching pain. she cries out. “fuck—fuck, babe, too wide.” and inevitably feels her cunt fire a last pulse. it snaps. she writhes her pelvis up into your mouth, mound smushing on your upper lip, attempting to fit all of her sensations inside you. a strong gush trickles. you lick it happily. just taking, taking, and taking from her. it always helps to aid your girlfriend after treating yourself so well; your passion makes her fold. she rubs herself on your reposed lips afterwards, quivering and molding her mouth around little, heavenly moans—goddamn, if only it were you inside her.

a/n: love an experienced reader tbh. don't get enough of those around here! ellie pic from @/thereareboatsthisway on instagram.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: noncon, overstimulation, gag

fem reader

Just thinking about the sexual sadist ! yandere who uses ribbed condoms in your cunt. The type that has stiff nubs lining the shaft and feels like he’s fucking you with the fattest pickle – scraping against your gummy walls in the cruelest friction. Harsh thrusts, deep pounding that bruise your womb while his balls all but spank your cunt, slapping the mound in wet claps.

Your back arches off the cold table – wet and sticky from your sweat. Chest pushed up as you heave for air. Ring-gag to set your moans free – no biting back when they turn raw. When tears free-fall as he sends you crashing into another orgasm with your poor clitty pinched between his fingers.

BNHA – Bakugou, Shinso, Shigaraki, Dabi, Aizawa

JJK - Sukuna, Toji, Noaya, Geto

HQ - Kuro, Tsukishima, Sakusa, Tendou

CSM - Yoshida

BLLK - Reo

DS – Doma, Sanemi

HxH – Hisoka, Illumi, Feitan

[planet-dusk]

Catching lix fucking one of his plushies 🥺

🏷️ lee felix x fem!reader. cw ; sub!felix, perv!felix, mommy kink, masturbating with a plushie, getting caught, cumplay, oral (f), degradation, praise, name calling: slut, pet names: lixie, baby ( 2k w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

felix couldn't help it. he really, really couldn't — there was nothing in the world that'd stop him from getting hard at the mere thought of you, let alone the scent of you.

he buried his nose deeper into the soft fabric of his togepi and took another whiff. he could picture you on top of him, slowly travelling down, taking his cock into your mouth. you'd know exactly what to do. you always know.

the massive plushie had been a gift from you. you'd won it at the summer carnival and had promptly handed it to him. you're the best trainer i know, you'd winked before you were dragged away by changbin to get more cotton candy. the sight of changbin's strong arms wrapped around your waist was burned into felix' memory.

it should've been me. he cuddled his togepi even closer, the irony not lost on him. i should be the one kneeling at her feet each night.

felix had harbored a crush on you ever since chan came up with the brilliant idea to convert their spare room into another bedroom to save on their monthly bills. another housemate to split the rent with had sounded great to felix, until he'd met the person he was going to be sharing a roof with.

"y/n, fuck," felix gasped, palming himself over his shorts. his cock ached and was starting to leak precum already. he always got so hard thinking about you.

the perfume he'd stolen (borrowed, he corrected himself) from the bathroom filled his nose. it was all too easy to close his eyes and pretend it was you in his arms. your hands traveling into his boxers and squeezing his cock. your fingers gliding along his shaft slowly, teasing...

but even with your scent surrounding him the nagging voice at the back of his head kept reminding him you weren't really there. no matter how hard he squeezed his cock, he couldn't get it right. felix let out a frustrated noise and kicked his shorts and boxers off, swinging his leg over the yellow plushie. he moaned when the pressure on his balls made him jerk upwards, rutting his cock into the soft fabric. the friction it provided was delicious, a little rough against his flushed tip, a jab of dull pain shooting pleasure up his spine.

"yes, yes, ahh fuck, y/n, mommy," he whined, holding the plush down with both hands to settle into a rhythm. he was already too far gone to feel embarrassed now, sticky precum darkening the fabric while he rutted against it like a dog in heat. images of you flashed in front of him, your pretty mouth, your plush thighs...

"'mmgonna - ahffuck, y/n, i'm cumming, please, please." his blond hair fell in front of his eyes and his thighs were shaking from exertion, "please let me cum, mommy - ah!"

his entire body trembled violently, ropes of hot cum defiling both his plushie and the sheets underneath. it took him a moment to catch his breath, chest heaving, finally squeezing out the last drops of cum with a shaky hand.

"what the hell, felix."

your voice rang through the air and it felt like a bucket of ice cold water got dumped over his head. felix scrambled to cover himself, pressed the togepi against his body in a feeble attempt to hide his twitching cock, grimacing when he felt his own warm cum stick to his skin.

"y/n - i'm so sorry, this isn't, it isn't what it looks like - i'm..."

he was rambling, and he knew it, mortified and waiting for your shocked expression to turn into disgust.

but it never did. instead, your gaze drifted from the plushie to his face and back down, a slow grin spreading over your pretty features.

"do it again."

"w-what?"

"i said, do it again."

you stepped into his bedroom and closed the door behind you, sitting down at the foot end of his bed.

"are you still hard?"

felix felt his entire face grow hot, from the tip of his nose to his ears. "yes, but —"

"i saw everything, felix. i heard everything."

he looked down and saw a pink flush spreading to his chest, contrasting with the yellow plushie still pressed tightly against his front.

you came closer and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. "and it was the hottest thing i've ever seen," you whispered, catching his wide-eyed stare. "so i'm telling you to do it again. or do you need some help from mommy?"

felix' eyes fluttered shut. mommy. as if in a dream, he moved slowly, floaty and fuzzy and almost unable to believe whether this was real or just a figment of his imagination. he straddled the plushie again, all too aware of the heavy weight of your gaze on him.

"just like that, lixie," you cooed. "heard you moaning my name when i came home, found you in here rutting against your plushies like a pathetic slut —"

felix whined and rolled his hips in search for more friction.

"you like that? like it when i call you a slut?" he nodded and you moved to kneel next to him, watching him closely. "how long have you wanted this?"

"since the first time i saw you," he admitted, ducking his head down to avoid your gaze.

"and you've been doing this while you could've been riding my thigh instead? what a shame."

felix groaned. the thoughts you were putting inside his head made his cock twitch against the plushie. he realized how crazy he must be looking, nearly cumming again to the thought of you, like a needy pervert who can't keep it together.

"look at me, felix." you waited until he met your dark gaze, "here's what you're going to do: you're going to make yourself cum again, and i'm going to watch you, and if you're lucky i'll let you watch me."

felix' swallowed hard. getting to watch you get off was a privilege he'd never thought he'd be granted. involuntary, his movements sped up, his eyes falling shut again and pants and moans in the shape of your name tumbling from his lips.

he reached his peak fast, chanting your name over and over just like before. you watched him quietly with sharp eyes, how his hot seed covered the plushie in long spurts. it was even more than last time, so thick and glossy the fabric couldn't soak it all up. it stayed there as an vivid remainder of his shame.

"get off." you motioned for him to move, pulling your own pants and underwear down, and felix noticed the strings of arousal sticking to your panties. his softening cock twitched when he tucked it between his thighs and tried to cover it with his small hands, kneeling on the bed and waiting for your next move.

you straddled the plushie and felix gasped at the sight of your leaking pussy coming into contact with his cum. you rolled your hips experimentally, nose scrunching when the friction rubbed your clit just right.

"feels nice," you hummed, "and you made such a mess lixie, i can feel it."

felix blushed again, but you continued, "such a waste... you could've cummed inside my pussy yourself. now mommy needs to do all the work."

you dipped a finger in the remaining cum, showing it to him before lifting your hips and thrusting it deep inside your cunt. you moaned and started rolling your hips again, grinding down on your the heel of your palm.

felix watched in awe, unsure of where to look; at your face scrunched up in pleasure, at the hand between your thighs, the muscles straining to keep moving...

suddenly, you rolled over onto your back and let your legs fall open. even from his position at the end of the bed felix could smell your arousal, so close and inviting yet so far away. you were so wet your juices covered the insides of your thighs, your slippery fingers barely able to stay on your clit.

felix thought you'd forgotten about him, so he kept quiet, hands still covering his now throbbing cock. his legs were starting to ache from the kneeling position he was in but he didn't dare to move.

"lix, come," it was the first time he'd heard you sound anything else but poised, a desperate note lingering in the air, "come here."

he crawled closer to you, giddy excitement filling his chest. would you let him touch you? would you really let him?

"you've been so good, watching me," you murmured, "watching mommy make her pussy all nice and wet. but mommy needs your help."

felix beamed at you. he'd do anything you ask him to.

"will you let mommy use you to get off, baby?"

"anything you need, mom—," he said, heat spreading to his ears again.

"you can say it, lixie. do you want to make mommy feel good? be a good boy for mommy?"

felix let his head drop against your knee and groaned. he felt like he'd vibrate out of his skin if he didn't get to touch you soon. "please, mommy, use me."

"stick your tongue out."

his whole body shuddered, then stayed frozen for a second, too caught up in the dawning realization: he wouldn't just get to touch you, he'd get to taste you. a low moan started deep in his chest and he let his tongue loll out of his mouth, waiting for your instructions.

"look at you, such a perfect, eager boy for mommy." you smiled at him and he felt a pleasant heat spread through his body. then your hand came up to tangle in his blond locks and he forgot the world around him.

all felix could taste and smell was you, his face pressed into your cunt and kept there by your strong grip on the back of his head. you rolled your hips from his chin to his nose while he stiffened his tongue so you could use him just the way you liked. his hands fisted the sheets and he groaned into your pussy, feeling his own cock grow so painfully hard he thought he'd combust. he pushed all thoughts of his own pleasure away and focused on the way you rode his face; how he was forced to lap up every delicious gush of arousal; the sounds you made; the whispers of his name inbetween moans.

all he wanted to do is please you, his mommy, make you cum over and over again on his tongue. his fingers. his cock, if you'd ever let him. mortified, felix realized he could cum just from this. he whimpered when you tugged on his hair harshly and he started fucking his tongue into your hole, feeling it flutter while his nose rubbed your clit. he knew you were close and doubled down on his efforts, determined to give you the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

he felt it before he heard you, the shake of your legs followed by a chant of his name which sounded like music to his ears. you rode out your high with his face still pressed into your cunt, his tongue now lapping lazily at your clit to help you come down until you gently pushed his head away.

felix hovered over you and you caught his sated smile, his chin still covered with your release. you laughed and shook your head. "what the hell, felix," you repeated your earlier words, and tugged him down next to you. "we're doing that again."

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[sky-is-the-limit]

Ride, Cowgirl.

P: Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

CW: NSFW content, Cowgirl Position, Breeding Kink

WC: 1,5k words

''Fuck- be quiet, sweetheart-''  Arthur rumbled out, pressing his knuckles against your lips before pushing hard until your teeth were pressing against the roughness of his complexion.

With your hands braced against his chest, you summoned every ounce of strength you had to begin lifting your hips away from him.

The pressure eased as his girth slowly withdrew from the depths of your sensitive walls, and you couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

But even as you reveled in the pleasure of his touch, a nagging sense of self-consciousness started creeping in your brain. You couldn't help but feel ashamed of how pathetic you must looked, drooling all over yourself, sweat dripping down your spine, hair dishevelled despite the fact that you had hardly even moved.

''I said, be quiet, girl.'' Arthur's words were punctuated by gripping your jaw firmly but not too hard, wrenching your mouth open as his face drew closer to yours.

A single droplet of saliva fell from his lips to your gaping mouth, landing on your tongue and before you could react, Arthur thrusted two fingers into your mouth.

You gagged involuntarily to his sudden way to keep you quiet before he withdrew them, in a way granting you permission to speak.

''I don't think I can-'' You managed to blurt out, despite the trembling rushing through your entire body as his strong hands held you firmly in place.

''Of course you can, pretty girl.'' He cooed through a strained groan, his voice thick with desire and a hint of impatience as you lifted yourself further up.

A low guttural growl emanated from his mouth whilst he guided your body down onto his shaft once more, torturously slow. In that moment, you were acutely aware of how perfectly he fit inside you, a bittersweet sensation of pain and heaven taken over your senses.

As he slid into you, only reaching halfway, the vigor of it all was overwhelming, eliciting another involuntary cry from your lips to his thickness.

''God, look at you-'' Arthur, attuned to your response, lifted you slightly before exerting a forceful downward motion, the sound of your skin meeting his femurs echoing throughout the quiet of the night

With a deep breath, you curled your body over his, pressing yourself against him, seeking solace in his warmth.

The stretch was just right, so satisfying that made you want to writhe and squirm on top of him, to lose yourself in the rawness of the moment until you were little more than a mindless creature chasing its own pleasure.

In that moment, every sense was heightened. The friction of your bodies, the sound of your combined breaths, the intoxicating scent of cigarettes and cheap cologne hanging heavy in the air..

''Arthur-'' You cried out from the immense fullness of his length, unable to contain the bliss as every nerve in your body was set on fire.

One of his hands traced a path up the curve of your back, its touch sending electric tingles through your skin, each movement leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

With a gentle yet dominating pull, he guided you to lie on top of him, his strength effortlessly positioning you so that your hands naturally found their place on his defined shoulders, providing a sturdy anchor for balance.

He lifted one hand from your hip, a tender touch that trailed the expanse of your body until it reached your face and cupped your cheek to tilt your head downwards, coaxing you to meet his gaze.

Then, Arthur leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear, "Show me what a good cowgirl you are." He murmured, the rumble of his voice low and primal.

As soon as he uttered those words, your hips sprang into motion, responding eagerly to the command and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he delved deeper into you.

With each thrust, you could feel the individual bones of his ribcage pressing into you, the pressure adding to the intensity of the position you were in.

In a desperate attempt to seek more pleasure, you shifted your hips, angling yourself to maximize the stimulation on your throbbing core as he pounded into you relentlessly.

''Yeah that's right, sweetheart- fuck-'' Arthur's strained breathless mumbling reverberated through the cold tent and with each thrust of his hips, he drove himself deeper into you, hitting that sweet spot with such precision that had you seeing stars.

He slipped a hand from your hips and with practiced ease, he directed his attention to your most sensitive spot, his fingers moving torturously slow upon your skin as they found their way to your clit.

His touch met the tender flesh, you gasped at the sudden sensation, the smooth pad of his finger gliding over the hood of your clit with pressure.

''Keep riding me like that, up and down, girl-'' The older man rasped, still fucking up into you and making you sob as if you were in pain, the pleasure alone enough to make you drool.

Each cresting wave a little stronger than the last, feeding off its own momentum and swelling until you could barely see straight anymore. It was embarrassingly easy to lose yourself on his cock like that and you fervently threw yourself into the act, grinding down with rapidly increasing desperation.

''Stay inside, Arthur-ah, please-''

The mere thought of breeding you never failed to ignite all animalistic instincts within him, quickening his pace instantly as the rhythm of his hips became more urgent.

With each thrust, he slammed himself deeper into you, his hips grinding against yours with a force that knocked the breath from your lungs. Your body responded eagerly, moving in tandem with his, every movement sending you closer to the edge.

''Grind on it girl, just like that-'' A low growl left Arthur's throat to the feeling of your walls tightening around him, gripping him with desperately, begging to be filled with every single inch of him.

Sucking in a faltering breath, you used your trembling legs to push yourself up and drop back down onto his cock, clutching his thighs in a death grip and in result your head tipped back, exposing the vulnerable curve of your throat to his hungry gaze.

In response, his tongue attacked the delicate spot of your throat, tasting the sweet essence of your skin as his teeth grazed against you, so eagerly whilst his ministrations picked up with your speed, grinding the worn pad of his thumb into your oversensitive clit hard enough to leave you shaking uncontrollably.

''Beautiful girl-'' He was groaning softly under you now, quick, sporadic noises that he couldn’t fully choke back but you could hardly hear him over the sound of your own desperate bleating and the rising clap of skin on skin. 

With each smack of his hips and his thumb stroking your bud in circles, your mind was consumed by a euphoric haze, every sensation magnified to the point where every thought evaporated into nothingness.

And as tears clung to your lashes, you surrendered yourself completely to him once more, needing nothing but him. Always him.

Mustering up all the strength in your legs, you bounced on him even more earnestly than before. Your walls tightened around Arthur's girthy length, the sensation of your muscles constricting around him as your climax finally bursted within you with the power of a thousand crushing waves.

With each clench, you felt him being sucked so deep that your juices started gushing out, the dampness spread across the thin bedsheet and soaked into his lower half to make a mess. Yet, amidst the chaos Arthur remained undeterred, his thrusts relentless as he pursued his own release.

All it took was a few more thrusts, and his body was convulsing beneath you, his movements seeming almost otherworldly while he emptied himself inside you, choked moans and ragged gasps escaping his dry throat as his hot semen spilt out of you, trailing down your thighs.

As expected from your uncomfortable position, Arthur recovered quicker than you did and by the time you finally slouched forward, completely spent, he was there to catch you.

Drawing you close to his chest, he slowly rolled you both over and his cock slipped free with a quiet little squelch.

You sighed heavily, but satiated and nestled into him in search of the body heat that would keep you warm now that the sweat was starting to cool on your back. 

A long moment passed in silence while you were catching your breath, basking in the afterglow.

Then, leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. ''Learn to ride your horse like that and I'll have to send you off to the circus.''

''Shut up, Morgan.''

[frudoo]

Two days too late, but here’s Price in lingerie ;)

Warnings: SMUT. John is bound by ropes. Humiliation/degradation. Ball gag. Lingerie, obviously. Boot grinding. Orgasm denial. Ass eating, anal fingering, prostate milking. Mentions of cunnilingus but no scene of it. Dom/sub dynamics. Fem!Reader.

MDNI

“On your knees, Captain.”

John’s bushy eyebrows furrow with disdain as he looks up at you from the ground, thick ropes tied taut around his biceps and forearms, wrists intertwined behind his back. Decorating his furry torso is a brown leather corset with mesh straps that fall off of his shoulders, and a matching mesh g-string that’s practically glued to his crotch, soaked through with his precum. It’s obvious by the pinprick size of his pupils that he’s ready to cuss you out—pity, given that he can’t speak around the ball gag you placed in his mouth.

“Look at you, fuckin’ slag. You’re loving this, aren’t you?” You tease, reaching down to gently scratch the underside of his chin where drool is pooling in his beard. “Wearing your wife’s lingerie like a cheap whore.”

John growls in annoyance, and you cock an eyebrow, wrapping your hand around his throat and applying the slightest bit of pressure. It does nothing to settle his bratty attitude. Scowling, you push the toe of your boot onto his throbbing dick, fingertips hooking on either side of his jaw so that he’s forced to be still and maintain eye contact with you.

“Keep it up and I’ll put you outside, you old mutt,” you hiss, smirking when you see the slightest resignation in his crystal blue eyes. “Yeah? Gonna behave, now?”

Your husband nods, and you pat his stubbled cheek in approval. Slowly, you rub your boot along his shaft, biting your lip at the sound of the paper-thin fabric of the panties squelching with every move. You tut down at him with a faux pout tugging at your bottom lip.

“So wet for me, baby,” you coo, watching the slow burn of his skin rising up, cherry-red arousal showing itself in his flushed neck and rosy cheeks.

John whines, hips bucking erratically in an attempt to get more friction on his leaking cock. His jaw is clenched tightly—you’re positive that when this is all said and done, the ball gag will absolutely need to be trashed, chewed up and destroyed like a dog’s favorite toy. His chest is puffing out with every heave, the leather creaking as it pulls tight around his torso, furry belly threatening to break loose.

“Gaggin’ for it, aren’t you?” You mock, grazing your fingertips over his scalp as he looks up at you with glossy eyes. “Oh, I know, honey. I know you need more.”

Your man nods, huffing through his nose as he leans forward to rub his cheek against your thigh. It’s pathetic—he looks like a kicked puppy, and you almost feel bad. Still, the past week of him being home from assignment had been nothing but John being an irritable bastard, taking his anger out on you in screaming fits, and you finally got sick of it. This is his punishment. You let him work himself up until his eyes are rolling back into his skull and you know he’s about to cum, then take a step back, watching as he stumbles forward and lands face-down on the rug. He grunts in pain and you suck in a breath through your teeth.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Cap, didn’t mean to make you lose your balance,” you snicker, striding around his tense body so you can see where his ass is in the air, completely exposed to the cool air of the bedroom.

“I was gonna have you lay on the bed before I play with this perfect fucking ass, but you just look so good down there, don’t you, baby?” You suck your teeth and give his right cheek a sharp smack, watching the way it ripples and rubbing the mark in a soothing motion.

John groans, the muscles of his biceps flexing so hard that you think he might hurt himself. You get on your knees behind your husband, leaning forward to press a couple of teasing kisses against his white-tinged knuckles where his fists are strained against the elaborately tied ropes. You leisurely kiss your way down to his hips, then the small of his back, until you reach the thin strap of fabric between his ass. You pull it back and snap it so that it hits his puckered hole sharply, making him whimper.

“That the spot?” You keen, repeating the action to watch as he shoves back against you, desperate for more.

Wasting no more time, you pull aside the flimsy g-string so you have complete access to his ass. You can hear John exhale heavily when you lick a long stripe up between his cheeks, flattened surface wet and scalding hot against his tight ring. He lifts his head as best as he can in an attempt to see you, huffing in defeat when you push him back down so that his cheek rests against the carpet.

“You don’t get to look at me,” you inform him bluntly, biting into the flesh of his inner thighs, then back up to your intended target. “Just take what I give you.”

John’s eyes roll back at the feeling of you spitting a glob of saliva onto his hole, allowing the tip of your middle finger to spread the fluid and prod his insides just slightly. It gets him moaning, though, and the sound is divine—enough to make you slowly insert your entire digit into the hot clutch of his ass, knuckle deep.

“So tight,” you mutter breathily, curling your finger downward the way he would if he was the one fingering you in this position.

Your husband pushes his hips back in silent invitation once again. A second finger makes its way inside of him, stretching the ring of muscle deliciously. You pump back and forth steadily, curving your fingers to press right up against his prostate and get him whimpering beneath your ministrations. He’s already pent up from earlier when you denied him his orgasm, clenching pathetically around the digits in his ass, unsure of what to do with his hands although they’re still bound. You shush him gently.

“Be good for me and I’ll give you a treat, yeah?” You bargain, scissoring your fingers inside of him. “Cum all nice for me and I’ll let you lick my pussy, that sound good?”

John nods frantically, squeezing his eyes shut tight as your fingertips relentlessly massage the sensitive patch inside him. There’s a squelch and then a milky substance coats your digits, creamy and slick as you fuck it back into him.

“Creaming all over my fingers, baby, you gettin’ close?” You purr, reaching your free hand around to cup his aching cock.

He ruts against your hand in response, more precum leaking from his slit into the crevices of your palm.

“That’s right, my big bear, cum for me. Show your wife how fucking capable you are of following orders. Yeah, you got it- yes!”

His gruff voice breaks when he reaches his peak, growls dissolving into soft little whines as hot semen spurts from his prick, seeping through the mesh fabric of the panties. His arms tense and rip the sleeves of the corset, making you laugh as you work him through the high. Once you feel his cock twitch and his body relax, you gently pull your fingers from his ass and give him one last spank for good measure.

“Did so good for me, John,” you praise with a whisper, helping him sit up before untying the ropes and removing the ball gag from his mouth.

John stretches his body as soon as you untie the corset, groaning low in his throat when his joints pop. He stands and removes the rest of the outfit before wrapping his burly arms around your waist and pulling your plush body down on top of him. You giggle, bracing yourself with your hands on his shoulders. He pulls you down into a heated kiss, wide palms splaying across your hips to drag you further up his body. He grunts when you hesitate.

“Sit on my face, baby, please. Never gonna yell at you again, swear it, just- please, sweet’eart, I want my treat.”

He begs so prettily with those baby blues, and it doesn’t take much convincing for you to oblige. After all, he was good for you. You go to slip off your boots, but-

“No. Leave ‘em on.”

Maybe you’ll need to put him in his place more often.

[wri0thesley]

hi sweet Nat, can i ask for size kink with Alhaitham pretty please? ♡

Anonymous asked: Hello! Hope you are having a wonderful day for the ask game how about alhaitham + size kink

great minds think alike....

Alhaitham's height is obvious to anybody who meets him; less obvious, though, is the breadth of him. One often writes it off as perhaps him wearing clothes that flatter him too much, being as it is difficult to look at him for too long without receiving a sardonic gaze back. After all, is he not the man who calls himself a 'feeble scholar' with only the barest uplift of the corner of his mouth?

You, though, are intimately acquainted with everything that Alhaitham has to offer.

With the big hands, stained with ink. With the muscles that ripple beneath his clothing. With the way he towers over you in both stature and in presence. With the size of him, everywhere that it might matter--

Oh, and you couldn't hide anything from him if you tried. He looks at you and he sees straight through you no matter how hard you work to look unruffled by how much of his hand covers your head when he absent-mindedly pats it on his way past. And at times like this--

"Hard to believe, isn't it?" He murmurs to you, where you're trapped beneath him, his shoulders casting a shadow over you on the bed. His muscular thighs have pressed your own softer, sweeter ones apart. One of his hands is big enough to encircle both of your wrists, and he uses that to his advantage, veins flexing in his forearms as he keeps those wrists pinioned above your head to ensure you feel utterly at his mercy.

You are warm; flushed, beads of sweat rolling down the nape of your neck, glistening in the valley between your chests. It is not only the warm Sumeru air (though that would be your excuse if he called you out) - but being trapped beneath him like this, being pinned and captured like a little rabbit who has found themselves run afoul of a bigger animal ready to devour them.

"H-hard to believe what?" You whisper out, your heart beating fast against your chest. He lets out a single laugh, as controlled as he always is even though you can see that his cheeks are flushed and you can feel the hot hardness of his cock where it rests against your inner thigh, mixing your slick and his precome.

"That something so tiny could really fit this in them," he says, as if it should be obvious; and to prove his point, he uses his free hand to lift the heavy shaft of his cock, to give it a slow, teasing pump. Even his own hands, so big that they make your breath catch, are not quite big enough to wrap around the full length of it.

Flushed and ruddy, leaking silvery bubbles of precome, a vein on the thickness of his shaft pulsing in time with his even breathing, you can barely stand that he's not putting it inside you. Helplessly, you arch your back, and he laughs again.

"Look," he murmurs, dropping his cock, voice husky. His hand delves now to between your own thighs; two long fingers used to push apart the sticky plump lips of your labia. You keen at the cool air hitting the swollen pearl of your clit, standing to attention, and Alhaitham swoops down to press a single kiss to the bud before he straightens up again. "You're even smaller here."

"A-Alhaitham," you whisper, your body shivering under the fleeting touch of the kiss. His lips are wet and shiny even from that brief shimmering moment of contact, and you think if he doesn't do something about the way your hole is clenching and pulsing around nothing you might just explode. "Please--"

"Oh," he says, with a small smile on his lips. "But I might break you in half."

Lazily, he lets his cock slap lightly against your sex, lets it get soaked in your wetness, lets you helplessly buck against it in the vain hope that you can get him to fuck you or at the very least get a modicum of friction going.

You don't get far. He's too strong, too big - you're helpless beneath the Scribe, at the mercy of whatever whims he decides to enact. You try to change tack.

"You're wasting time!" You tell him breathlessly, trying to appeal to his pragmatism. "You could be fucking me right now instead--"

He makes a considering noise in the back of his throat, regarding you through unfailingly calm emerald green eyes.

"I certainly wouldn't be enjoying myself if you weren't properly ready for me," he says, in the end, and his gaze flickers from your own needy face to the needier sight of your cunt, fluttering and pulsing and leaking all over his bedsheets.

"Hmm. No. I think I'll take my time," he decides, shifting, and you're once again struck by his size, by how much of you he can shelter beneath the oasis of his body. He leans down, his lips against the shell of your ear, and you shudder at the sensation of his breath against the sensitive skin. "After all. I'm a very patient man."

[bitchimasnake-sss]

"let me help you out" ft. the monster trio!

in which, an experienced you gets to teach them something new

ft. (inexperienced) luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

warnings: short nsfw drabbles; oral (both m!receiving and f!receiving), dirty talk, handjob, sub!op men (im a whore for pathetic men)

luffy:

bark bark woof woof icanbealightshade-

- "aww?" you nibbled on his earlobe, deft fingers swiftly moving up and down his shaft, "are you okay luffy?" - "it feels so good u-gh" he was panting, eyes closed, lips bitten till they were red, hair damp and tangled words on the tip of his tongue, "ple-ease please don't stop ha-" "hm?" you teased, licking a stripe from the base of his throat to his jaw, "what will i get in return?" - "anything" his hand is on top of yours, calloused fingers pumping his dick alongside your delicate ones, "anything you want, i will do i- it" "hands to yourself, baby you know the rules" pressing open-mouthed kisses against his tattered skin, you move downwards till youre sucking on his tip, swirling your tongue slowly and tasting the salty precum - "relax" you whispered as you licked up his cock, tracing the faint veins with the tip of your tongue as he shivered under you - as you're sucking his dick, he stretches it ever so slightly so that it's hitting the back of your throat. he lowly whispers, "just w-anna see your throat getting fucked" - you let him do as he pleases - after all, first times are supposed to be fun aren't they?

zoro:

im not above the temptations of the flesh im afraid

- you're pushing zoro against the wall, kissing him as he stares at you with wide eyes "yn?" he's whispering against your hot kisses, looking down at your tits as they spill out of a flimsy tank top, sensitive even to your most casual touches, "somebody's gonna see us, baby" "let me help you, zoro" - the rest of the crew was doing their usual around the deck and thankfully, nobody had wandered into your little corner yet - you bite down on his pulse, tasting the citrusy soap on his skin and leaving behind purple bruises - when he moans, you press a hand onto his mouth, "shh, they'd hear us. you don't want to let them see you like this right? so obviously fucked out by me?" - and then you're on your knees, pulling down his pants and freeing his cock from the cloth-bound cage. you look up at him, biting your lip as you give him an innocent look, "can i suck your dick hm?" "somebody's gonna catc- fuck, god, fuc- k" his breath hitches as you take half of his dick in, swirling your tongue and playing with the hard cock, "darling, quit playin'" - his back is pressed against the wall and his hips are matching the torturous rhythm of your hand, he's fucking himself, rutting desperately into your hands as his grip in your hair tightens "'m so close, so so close, angel, fu-ck" he throws his head back, hands pulling your mouth to his cock again, "faster, fasterf- please baby" you hum against his member, "wanna cum on my face?" - never have you seen this man come undone so soon

sanji:

hehehehe marry me 💍💍

- "yn, yn, yn~" he's rutting into air, waiting for any sort of friction that you deprive him of, "please don't make me wait" - he whimpers as you slip a finger in and moan out his name, you smile at him through the stimulation, "i thought you wanted to just see?" "let me touch it just once pleas-" "sanji, sit still" you silence him, letting your fingers mercilessly circle your own clit as you choke down sobs and cries - when you were done, you crawled over, making him taste your fingers, "see, you were so patient, so, now i should give something in return shouldn't i?" - he's whimpering when you palm him through his dress slacks and realize suddenly that he ha already cum "aw? that all you could take?" he flushes and as you continue palming him, he feels himself getting hard, grnding against your soft hands, "please yn, please don't make me wait" "aww, if you're in a hurry come help me" you encourage and he's pumping himself with your pace. - his eyes are rolled back, head thrown back as he struggles to breathe,"pl-ease just a little more, please plea" - his face is flushed as his cums undone in your hand

a/n: hope you enjoyed this lol and please please let me know the artists if you know them, full credit for the art to them!!

[anantaru]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ cw. handjob, overstimming & edging kuni <3 a/n. this is a rewrite, fem! reader

with all the talks of not being able to get crushed by anything at all, you take it as a challenge to get your boyfriend beneath your warm skin, writhing and begging, ghosting your hot, wet mouth right on his tip yet never touching it. not once.

"hmm do you think.." you whisper and cover his oozy cockhead with your breath as scaramouche forgets all about his previous claims— wondering why he was tensing and twitching up onto his knees.

a temperate fling of air softly cradles his teary cheeks as you carried on with your intentionally slowed sentence— which you knew would only make the man under you grow more frustrated and most importantly, desperate.

"..you can keep going for me? i might let you cum then, ‘promise."

and he heaves and sniffles at the sharpened punctuation of your last two syllables, because scaramouche wanted to keep going, really and he hoped you saw it too, his dedication— how he could get used to this.

he was looking forward to make you all happy, cum on your knuckles and turn you delighted at how good he was behaving for you— for his sweet angel that had turned his body upside down with nothing but your mesmerizing touch.

"of— of course i can! who do you think i am?!" he barks back, his chest glistening with his sweat and exposing his defined build, "what kind of question is that?!"

you share a look before he sneakily jolts his hips up into your stilled hand— holding him close, really close to the point where he whines when his little thrusts wouldn't go far.

scaramouche thought your grip on his shaft must've been the hardest one you've ever had on him, or maybe it was because of how many times you had already jerked him off and then abruptly stopped the second he would've approached his climax.

and for you? well, you’ve been devilishly enjoying this, salivating at the sight of your lover being so needy and overstimulated because of you— the thought of his cum being all out, balls emptied and the taste, you cannot wait.

kuni wants to cum so badly, showing you with a rhythm of little pants and grunts, "please.. pleasepleaseplease, i’ll do anything, ‘swear" and his begs were burning sharp daggers into your soul and pride— finally, you've got him.

it just feels, really good. outstanding.

he wonders if you'd let him release on your hand and have him ruin you with his creamy cum until it's all slithering down your knuckles in thick spurts, making a mess and then watching you lick it all up— yet only if you let him of course.

fuck, he hopes you do.

with certain, having someone like scaramouche, a previous harbinger, hopelessly try to fuck the tiny hole of your hand while you’re pressing him down was beyond lewd and filthy in your eyes— and it turned you on too, no, it was quite beyond that, because seeing him like that made you grind your thighs together to lift the heavy tension between your legs and your soaked cunt.

by now, your panties surely are sticking to your folds and gathering all the liquids on the fabric, struggling to hold back and beginning to dream about how he'd slide himself into your tight cunt.

archons, you’re going to fuck him real good afterwards, ride him into the mattress and pepper him with sweet sweet kisses for how good he was behaving tonight— minus the slip ups when he attempted to make your hand move up and down his cock, earning some sort of friction in tune with moans dancing with hunger.

but he's cute, your darling kuni, your boyfriend who only let you do this to him because it's you who he fiercely worshipped.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 196 }

control me.

sylus x (non mc)fem.reader

warnings: 18+ thirst post / drabble; minors don’t interact.

by choosing to interact with this 18+ content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings.

{ but i'm loving watching you think you're controlling me instead… }

it takes a herculean effort for sylus to maintain his nonchalant expression while watching you move back and forth from his cock. despite how his hands were itching with need to grab at your hips and simply slam your wet heat down on his shaft, sylus manages to maintain an air of feign arrogance, appearing almost bored.

he could feel his veins pulse against his temple, forcing his head to remain settled on the plush pillows settled on top of his bed, admiring the way you slowly slide your cunt up and down the length of his erection without fully sheathing him inside of you. sylus could feel his mouth going dry at the sensation, his gaze losing all trace of its ruby red color as an endless void seemed to take its place.

your hands were placed on the broad expanse of his chest, never once moving away from him as you provided his cock with an almost hedonistic sensation. he could feel the top side of his cock collecting at your honeyed arousal, causing it to twitch each time you continued your deliberate massages against him.

the squelching sounds heard coming from your pussy lips was enough for sylus to lose his control right then and there, but he manages to hold back, letting out a grunt in response. he watches the way your silken walls make a shiny sheen appear across his erection, causing the friction to become even more maddening for him.

“d-do you like this…?” you ask him with a pant, and he could practically feel your cunt swelling up with need for him. he lets out a hiss, forcing his head back into the pillow once more when he manages to tell you. “i love it. just feeling you like this makes me want you even more.”

a low, guttural groan was heard coming from him as he watches you removing yourself from his erection, your arousal seeming to drip down onto his pulsating cock, making you lick your lips in response. his heart was felt rapidly pounding against his chest, watching you with bated breath when you crawl down towards his cock and gave it a tentative lick.

red hot pleasure was felt coursing through his veins the moment you began licking and sucking at his shaft, with his hands going to your hair, allowing him to fuck your mouth as he bobbed your head up and down his cock.

“that’s it… fuck, that’s it.” you hum against his dick, curling your tongue up and down every inch of him as you traced at the veins felt pulsating inside of you. you continue your ministrations on him, hearing your boyfriend let out a string of curses as you felt the familiar twitch inside of your mouth.

not allowing him to climax so soon, you immediately pull away from him, a string of your saliva connecting your mouth to the tip of his cock as you proceeded to to lick your lips in response, further teasing him as you heard sylus let out an aggravated roar of your name.

“how dare you deny me-“ however, you manage to cut him off when you got back to straddling him, taking a hold of his cock as you expertly angled it against your slick heat before coming down on him a mere seconds later.

the moment he feels your silken walls envelope his cock in one swift thrust, sylus was forced to bite back his words as a groan escapes from him. “y-you cheeky little brat, hng!”

you smile sweetly down at him, proceeding to bounce up and down his cock. his expression darkens significantly, feeling angry at how you denied him of his prior release as he thrust upward, meeting your downward motion with a forceful stroke, making you toss your head back and nearly lose balance on top of him.

“oh my god, sylus!”

now, you were no longer in control as sylus forcefully pounds himself right up into your aching core, making your legs give out as you were forced to stop bouncing on top of him while trying to hold on to your balance against his chest. sylus gives you a cocky smirk, practically drilling into you as he keeps your hips still with his hands alone.

sylus keeps up with his breakneck pace, watching the way your eyes roll to the back of your head before stilling his hips completely inside of you. your walls clench around him the same time he shoots his seed directly inside of you, letting out a hiss at how your body was clearly trying to milk him for all he was worth from how much tighter your cunt felt surrounding him.

sweat covers his body when he lets out a grunt, feeling you land on top of him as you placed the entirety of your weight against him. a drunk expression paints your features, and he couldn’t help but find you achingly beautiful in such a fucked so good state.

your breathing was all he heard, earning a rich chuckle from him as he gently delves his fingers into your hair, now made damp from sweat. “was i too much?”

a weak giggle manages to escape from your parted lips, “mmm… no… you’re perfect. that was perfect. it still feels so good, even now.”

“heh, shall i continue pleasuring you?”

you gasp when sylus switches positions with you, forcing your back against the bed before spreading your legs, “let’s say you and i go a few more rounds… and by a few, i mean at least five more times.”

unable to fight back your mutual need for each other, you spread your legs even wider and allow sylus to retake his control on you, knowing that you would be exhausted by the time he was done with you-

but with the sheer amount of times sylus has taken you to heaven, you were certain that you didn’t mind one bit ♡

a.n. - i’m so thirsty for this man; send help 🫠

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[judes-hoe]

Birthday sex ~ JB5

Parrings ~ Jude Bellingham x reader

Summary ~ literally the title no plot😭

Warnings ~ blow job, hand job, subby Jude, riding, unprotected(BIG NO NO!)

A/N ~ wrote this in 20 minutes…..

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You woke up checking the time on your phone, 8:15 AM it read. You roll over and meet the perfect sleeping face of your now 21 year old boyfriend. You softly trace his face to wake up, then trailing your hand down to his chest and leaving kisses on his jaw.

Then he started to wake up. “Mornin.” He said in a groggy voice. “Morning birthday boy.” You mumble as you continue to kiss his jaw and run your hand lower down his body. “Just lay back and enjoy my gift.” You said and Jude happily just laid and was gonna take whatever you gave him.

Your hand trails lower and runs over his boxers as you feel his already growing bulge. He lets out a shuddered moan which makes you smirk. If there was one thing you loved about Jude, it would be that if you wanted to take control, he just lets you no question asked.

You then take his boxers off and kiss down to his neck. He lets out a soft moan when the cool air hits him. “Gonna be good for me?” You asked and only got a head nod. You smirk and bring your head to his cock, rubbing the pre cum around his tip. You watch his abs flex every time your finger runs over his tip.

He lets out a moan when you finally start to jerk him off. “O-oh god please.” He moans and bucks his hips a little. You speed your hand up and stop kissing him and move down and no warning just start to suck his cock. He lets out a louder moan when he feels the warmth from your mouth wrap around him.

His abs flex and he look down at you and that brings him closer to the edge. “Please, I-I’m gonna…cum.” He said and bucks his hips up releasing his load into your mouth. You smile and swallow it all detaching yourself and wiping the sides of your mouth.

You make your way back up to him and kiss him. Grinding down on him feeling the friction of your shorts and his cock rubbing together. “Mmm, plea-, need you, now.” He mumbles into the kiss. You quickly take off your shirt, shorts, and panties. Throwing them aside and reaching behind you grabbing the shaft and alining yourself before sinking down.

His hands immediately find place at your hips. “Doing so good taking your gift.” You said and started to rock your hips and gradually began speeding up. You let moans out yourself as your ride Jude. “You look so pretty, taking it like a…good boy.” You said and Jude moans at the praise. You also used his favorite word for when you are in control.

“Gonna, cum aga-“ before he could finish he bucks his hips inside you. “Cum inside me like a good boy.” That completely sends him over the edge and he cums inside you. Just watching Jude makes you cum and your legs turn to jelly.

“Best gift ever.” Jude said when you get off him to clean up. “Expect many more.” You smirk at him.

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[aerieza]

NEW PIERCING ☆ hobie brown

⠀ ⠀ ☆. warnings — black female reader. black coded. reader has a tongue piercing + pierced nipples. praising. backshots. male oral. nipple licking. creampie. pet names. reblogs & comments are always appreciated! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

as you watched the new season of never have i ever from the comfort of your bed, persistent knocking on your window echoed throughout the room. without even directing your attention to the shadow in the window, you immediately knew it was your boyfriend, hobie.

"you know, i have a front door for a reason, love."

"i know, but what's the fun in that, sweetheart?" he beamed you a smile revealing his perfect pearly whites and a spikey smiley piercing above them.

"whatever makes you happy." you giggled while unlocking the window to give him access to your champagne toast candle-scented and dimly lit bedroom.

"i missed you a lot, bee." you gestured for him to enter and he climbed inside, ducking to avoid hitting his head due to his extreme height.

your boyfriend was dressed in the adorable badtz maru pajama pants you got him for christmas and a random band tee from decades ago. he dropped his tote bag adjacent to your bed and scrubbed off his black crocs.

"i missed ya 'n your absolutely leng face, love."

his heavy body walks toward you, steps creaking the floor as he quickly plants two kisses on your cheek making a loud mwah sound. he got himself comfortable fast by plopping down on your mattress, crossing his legs, and supporting his head with his arms underneath.

"i stopped by 'ere earlier, seems you weren't home."

"i was busy," you said with a hint of thrill in your tone while closing the window that allowed a chill breeze into the room. the cold air sending goosebumps down your exposed body since you were only dressed in baby pink panties and an oversized kuromi tee.

"busy, yeah? wif what exactly?"

“earlier, i did a thing." you mischievously smiled, joining him on the bed and sitting at the edge with your legs crisscrossed.

"a thing?" he reiterated while smirking, cocking one of his eyebrows up in interest. “do i wanna know?”

you nodded, crawling up the bed and positioning yourself onto his lap, straddling him with your thick thighs. he slid his smooth hands across your bare skin, resting them on your ass and giving it a tight squeeze. you shivered from feeling the coldness of his silver rings all over his fingers graze against your ass. “but you have to close your eyes."

"ah, why? i wanna be able to see your beautiful face." he curled his lips into a playful pout. "that's why i came over darlin'."

"it's just for a second. i want it to be a surprise, pleaseee?”

"alright, alright fine, anythin' for you, love.”

“but make it snappy, yeah? there’s somethin’ i need to handle after this.” hobie’s voice softened and you could feel his stiff cock slowly growing underneath your body. he shifted uncomfortably, pushing his hips up and aiming is dick right in the center of your lacy panties, desperate for the friction to satisfy himself.

"and what's that?" you titled your head a bit and grinned, moving a little closer to his face.

"you.” he spoke faintly and a low chuckle left his lips once he felt your heart rate speed up. hobie's pet names for you dripped off of his tongue were laced with an addictive substance, you never got tired of hearing them.

"we'll kill two birds with one stone then."

“what’d you mean by th—”

"no more questions, now eyes closed," you cut him off and said firmly. he raised one eyebrow slightly and stared at you with a puzzled look. soon after, his brown eyes disappeared behind his fluttery eyelids

you relocated to the edge of the bed, adjusting yourself to be in between his legs like you were a predator about to pounce on your prey. you slipped his pajama pants down just enough to reveal his well structured v-line and the top of his long shaft.

“i see we’re rocking no underwear tonight.” you giggled.

"y'know, giving me head was at the bottom of my guesses for a surprise, but it definitely did not disappoint.” he chuckled and opened his eyes, not wanting to miss the pretty sight of you on his cock.

you pulled down his pajamas even more and his thick, un-cut, and well-trimmed cock sprung out, already leaking out sticky pre-cum. you took a second to admire how pretty his dick was with your acrylics wrapped around it. he was so big, you had to hold him in both of your tiny hands.

he stared with glimmering eyes like he was in a daze from watching you trail up and down his shaft with the tip of your slimy tongue, the cold metal from your tongue piercing felt like ice to his sensitive spot. his breath immediately hitched from the cold feeling.

“f-fuck. wait wait wait.. that's different."

"what is that you got? it's fuckin' wicked, doll."

you briefly released your mouth from his cock, a string of your saliva still attached. you held out your tongue and on the very tip, a shiny silver bar protruded through your tongue with two hot pink balls on both sides.

"i liked the way yours felt on me, so i wanted to return the favor." you stared up at him with your soft doe eyes, a sly grin appearing on your face.

hobie was speechless for a second, all he could do was stare at you as you continued to take his shaft into your mouth. he muttered under his breath in sheer astonishment.

"you naughty lil’ girl."

taking hobie's full length down your warm throat, happily gagging as his tip hits the dangly piece in the back of your throat. your vision became blurry since your eyes were glossy and full of built-up tears. a single one fell down your cheek and he wiped it aside, caressing your flushed cheeks as you continued to suck him dry.

he bit down on his puffy plump lip, coating it in a sheer layer of saliva as you bobbled up and down on his cock. the room echoed with sloppy lewd sounds of slurping, spit running down your chin and creating a pool of saliva dripping down his balls. you were such a sloppy eater—you swallowed his dick like you had no manners.

"you're so fuckin' pretty with my dick in your mouth baby." he groaned, staring down at you in admiration with one of his veiny hands gripping a chunk of your faux soft locs. he used his free hand to hold onto your silk bedsheets like his life depended on it. you met his gaze and a tiny smile formed on your face from watching him squirm.

his dick was spasming under the wetness of your tongue while his moans and groans got louder. looking up at his face, you saw his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes shining down at you with need.

after five more minutes of straight gargling his whole dick n balls, with your jaw being close to locking, he carefully pulled you up to meet eye-to-eye with him. he sat up and propped himself up with some pillows and you were positioned back on his lap with your soaking panties on top of his bare dick.

while still catching your breath, you and hobie's lips interlocked and you swirled your tongue all around the perimeter of his mouth, both of your silver tongue jewelry making contact and creating a clanking aroma.

he trailed down your neck, planting wet peppered kisses on your boiling skin. the heat transferred to all of your body like wildfire. he gently wrapped his hand around your lower waist and forced you to arch your back, giving him a better angle.

he tugged your tee off in a quick pull, throwing it somewhere in the room, and watched your pierced titties drop out like he was hypnotized. he licked his lips before devouring each, one at a time. flicking his tongue on your deep brown areolas, reaching your nipples and sucking on them, feeling the cold metal warm up from his tongue.

after slobbering up and down your chest, he directed you to lie down on your stomach. placing a pillow underneath your hips to keep you elevated, making him able to go directly to your g-spot.

sliding your pretty pink panties to one side of your ass, revealing your sopping slit patiently waiting for his dick. "you ready, love?"

hobie angled his hips so that his spit-coated tip was resting on the top of your ass. pulling your panties to the side, he slipped two slim fingers inside of you with ease and curled them upwards, reaching for your sweet spot. he felt you tighten on his fingers and he palmed himself while he fantasized about switching the fingers for his dick. he lowly muttered to himself, “you’re so fuckin’ wet for me.”

you nodded while nibbling on your cotton candy lips and he slowly slid his dick inside of you, giving you time to adjust to his large length. gasping at his heavy dick stretching you out, you pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and stuffed your face into it. he hissed between his teeth when he felt how tight you were around his dick.

"h—hobie.." happy tears swarmed your eyes, you panted, clawing your nails into your sheets, your brows curling upwards while you bit down on your lip, merely drawing blood.

"you're doing so good for me, love. c'mon, i know you can take it."

hobie, balls deep inside of your pussy, effortlessly making you lay on your elbows and making your back arch. the room was filled with the sound of his sack making contact with your aching clit. he hums to himself at your soft mewls into your pillow as he gently spanks you with his free hand, caressing it after each smack.

he was never rough and aggressive with your body—he didn’t throw you around like a rag doll and do whatever he wanted with your body. with him, he didn't degrade you and call you those names either. whats better is that he knew exactly how you desired to be touched and talked to for the ultimate oorgasm.

it was never just sex—hobie made love to you. he was gentle with your body, he treated it like a delicate flower. he consistently made sure you finished, multiple times at that, before he even thought of doing it himself. he never skipped the most important part either, the coming down and aftercare.

your brown irises rolled to the back of your skull and the only audible words you were able to mutter were "h—hobie." and very whiny, "o—oh my goddd's." your french tip-painted toes curled up as he fucked you with the perfect contrast of pleasure and pain.

"turn around, love. i wanna see that pretty face of yours." he rasps in a low tone while moving all of your hair to one side and wrapping his slender fingers around your neck. he lifts one of his legs up, titling his body at an angle to reach deeper inside of your sopping cunt.

you whimpered and slowly you turned your head back to meet his lustful gaze. he thrusts in and out, in and out, and your pussy sang out many wet squelches. your whiny babbles and soft moans got louder as your pussy constricted around his dick, you could feel yourself getting closer to cumming but holding off for him.

"you wanna cum all over this dick, yeah?" he shakily says. he could tell you were close by the way your body trembled underneath him and your mouth was wide open, eyes rolling back to the depths of your skull.

"y—yes yes, please!" you cried out, your sweet and desperate mewls filling the air. he held onto you tight to keep you from running away from the urgent and precise thrusts that both of you had been wanting so bad.

"o—oh my goddd.. i'm cumming!" painting a sheer coat around his throbbing dick as the palm of your hand pressed against his abdomen, trying to push him away.

"that's it, love, get it all out." he praises as you come down from your orgasm, maintaining the same pace he brought you to your climax at. within seconds, he slows to a halt, and hobie's cock is pulsating and spilling stringy ropes of his cum, painting your inner walls completely white.

"that tongue piercing is absolutely beastly, doll."

[lovelucilfer]

"Would you look at that..." Soshiro snickers from above, his tongue darting from between his lips to wet them as he gazes down at you, his pupils blown wide, "You're a natural, aren't ya?"

You whimper at his praise, humiliating as it is, and he feels the muffled sound of it send a vibration up the length of his cock that's deep in your throat. His hand cups the side of your neck, thumb stroking along the column of sensitive skin as you sputter and drool with your lips wrapped around him. While the other gently cradles the back of your head as Soshiro stuffs himself further into your mouth — the very thing that had landed you here on your knees in the first place.

"Imagine what your fellow officers would think if they could see you right now, huh?" he rasps, his breathing slightly ragged, "Taking me like such a good girl after all that talkin' back..."

A low hum of approval follows the teasing emphasis of his words, causing your cheeks to blaze with embarrassment at how much you like it. There's mirth in Soshiro's eyes. But the way that he grins at you, so unabashedly, as he watches you flush only makes even more heat pervade throughout your body. Though this time it comes in the form of arousal pooling hotly between your thighs as he continues to thrust forward lazily. You try to squeeze them together discreetly, a feeble attempt to suppress the growing need with even a little bit of friction, but he's too perceptive. He catches the movement immediately.

"You love this, don't ya? Letting your vice-captain use your pretty mouth like this?" Soshiro provokes, smiling wickedly as he pants, his fingers curling into your hair with a soft tug to tilt your head to force your gaze on him, "Say it."

You nearly choke in response to his compliment, spit bubbling out and dripping down his shaft and your chin as his question leaves your aching pussy clenching around nothing. Soshiro chuckles breathily at the sight, amusement sparking in his eyes. Needing air, your inhale causes you to slurp lewdly before he's pulling his hips back with a hiss and a hand gripped firmly at the base of his length. He taps the sticky tip of his cock against your tongue, smearing the mess of your saliva and his precum along your bottom lip, his chest heaving with shallow breaths as he waits expectantly.

"S-Sir... Soshiro—" you gasp softly, quick to correct yourself as you blink up at him, hoping for some respite as you nod imperceptibly, "You know I do..." comes your flustered admission after a pause, shame mixing with the desire that simmers white-hot in your gut.

Soshiro grins, satisfied by your compliance and the way that your cheeks redden under his attention. He gives his cock a few languid pumps with his fist, his grip tightening slightly in your hair before guiding it back into your mouth. Your eyes well up as he works it in again, a needy whine escaping your throat as he pushes until the head nudges against the back of it, making him groan in pleasure as the wet heat envelopes him once more. But Soshiro only takes delight in it.

"Oh, don't cry, sweetheart," he taunts with a click of his tongue, smirking as he uses his thumb to brush a stray tear from rolling down your cheek, "This is nothin'. Much better than a couple hundred push-ups, don't ya think?"

[littlexdeaths]

steve harrington x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: injured steve, unprotected piv sex, car sex

a/n: this is an old blurb of mine that i’ve re-edited and added onto. i am the biggest slut for a injured man what can i say? enjoy xx.

steve is bloody, bruised and completely exhausted.

fighting off demo-dogs and billy hargrove really did a number on him. the blossoming bruises beneath his eyes and the brightly colored band-aid on his forehead are a testament to that.

but that didn’t stop him from wanting you any less, his chapped lips beginning to roam the expanse of your throat after you dropped dustin off at home.

“steve, baby…” you sigh, gripping tighter onto the steering wheel. “let me get you home first, so i can clean you up.”

steve just groans against your skin, his hands starting to wander further south as you continue the drive towards his house. you don’t make it much farther though, having to pull off on the side of the deserted road as his fingers unbutton your jeans.

“steven,” your attempts to scold him are all but futile as his fingers slip beneath the fabric of your panties and it comes out as more of a breathy plea instead.

“we almost could’ve died back there, honey,” he answers, circling over your bud as he nips at your overheated skin. “just don't wanna waste another second with you.”

he quickly removes his hand from your center, helping you out of your jeans and into the backseat of his car. steve coaxes you onto his lap, gripping your hips tightly in his large hands. your thighs bracket his own, the heat from his body radiating through the denim.

your lips brush against his bloody ones with the utmost care, as to not cause him any more discomfort. but steve isn’t having it, pressing his lips more firmly against yours with a deep seated groan.

“no need to be so gentle, baby,” he chuckles. “i’m not gonna break.”

his words seem to be a direct contradiction of his current state, but there’s no use in arguing with him. especially when you want him just as badly. your hips grind down as he kisses you with an urgency you’ve never experienced before. your clit catches against the growing bulge in his jeans, the denim providing some much needed friction.

you can feel yourself getting wetter the longer steve guides your hips along his clothed cock. the combination of your heavy breathing begins to cloud the windows of the bmw, the air between you sticky with desire despite the cool temperature outside.

your body trembles in his arms as he continues to rock you against him until he can't take it anymore, his hands only leaving you to unbutton his jeans.

“shit— i need to feel you, honey.”

his desperation has you whining into the flushed skin of his neck as he pulls his cock from the confines of his jeans. he teasingly rubs the tip against your now soaked panties, catching on your clit once, twice, a third time before you’ve had enough.

you wrap your palm around the base of his shaft, sliding your panties to the side before you sink down onto his length.

steve's head falls back against the seat with a strangled groan as you allow him to fill you. your own face burying itself in the crook of his freckled neck, your breath comes out in small pants once you’re fully seated.

he’s just so big, and so deep that you could’ve finished from that feeling alone.

“stevie,” you whimper softly into his shoulder, allowing the male to lift your hips before guiding them back down.

it’s slow, intimate as he continues to bury his cock inside you, pulling the prettiest sounds from your lips. your fingers are tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck, his whines of your name filling the car.

he knows you both are getting close but steve can’t handle not being able to see you anymore. he gently coaxes you from your hiding place to meet his piercing gaze.

the moonlight that streams through the windshield highlights his battered and bruised features, and despite his injuries he’s never looked more beautiful. his eyes are molten honey as they take in the dirt dusting your cheeks and the small cut above your left eye.

but he’s looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time.

“god, i love you.”

the words are spoken before he can stop himself, his heart pounding beneath his rib cage. any doubt or fear leaves his mind as he feels your walls flutter and tighten around him in response to the confession.

“i love you, steve harrington.”

[lvndosnorris]

Ive lately had an obsession like OBSESSION with ribbons so could we have a charles x reader where they fuck and the reader has a ribbon tied on her wrists (+overstimulation)

~💌

palms were sticky as you felt the red material tightened around your wrists, arms bound above your head as you intently studied the features of your boyfriend as he leant over you. you wanted nothing more than to push your head up in hopes you could catch his lips but you knew that your efforts would be met with a snarky remark about rushing and you'd more than likely be left with nothing.

"you know what to say if it's too much?" charles' tone was hard for you to decipher — sweet yet laced with so much authority. thighs clamped together you squeezed in search of some sort of friction, the burn between your legs becoming too hard to ignore as you hummed in response. trailing down your forearm he gripped your bicep, dull fingernails pinching your flesh as he ducked his mouth to ghost yours, "need you to use your words, mon ange."

only once you'd replied to him with a firm yes did he kiss you — teeth clashing against yours as he grazed your tongue with his, a small groan vibrating in the back of his throat as you compliantly swallowed it. it was a hard kiss, one that made your lips tingle as he tucked your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling the flesh a little as it made a satisfactory pop. the look in his eyes spoke the words that neither of you could conjure, your hands tugging slightly as you remembered the silk ribbon that clasped them together.

"please charles—" your pleads soon stopped as he pried your thighs apart with his leg, cool air hitting your warmth with a small gasp escaping your lips. your hazed mind almost forgot how you'd gotten into this position, charles' fingers reminding you of the teasing during the evening's events as he left your skin cold to undo his own belt. there was a part of you that dared to ask him to put the belt to good use, yet your confidence soon swindled as he kicked off the remainder of his clothes — doe-like eyes watched the way his skin danced under the soft amber hue of the bedroom lamp, casting the most beautiful shadows over every curve and crevice of your bodies.

your cunt had already been stretched to accommodate him, the remnants of your previous orgasm still coating his pointer and middle finger. you'd begged to lick them clean, desperate for him to praise you and call you his good girl — yet he denied you, a click of his teeth followed by a shush as he'd bound your hands. your previous orgasm was still lurking in your limbs, chest heaving at the way you'd lost your breath and your ability to speak coherently. you were a sight to behold, one that charles wanted to freeze and keep in his memory forever.

charles' pants were shallow as he wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, eyes connected to the wetness that coated your inner thighs as he pumped himself a few times. rolling his wrist in a way that made him buck into his own touch, eyebrows furrowed as he mentally argued with himself over whether he should tease you a little further, or give you what you so badly wanted. with his thumb rubbing over his tip he smeared the pre-cum, glistening the upper part of his length as he hissed, jaw tight.

all you wanted to do was coax his head into the crook of your neck, desperate to have him as close as possible as you finally felt him there. the bluntness of his tip nudged your clit, the sensation toe-curling as you fought the urge to fold in half. it was a good type of soreness, the one you were familiar with whenever you and charles' got intimate — yet the bubble in your stomach felt different as he lined himself up with you. your pupils intensely sought his as he started to push his hips towards yours, one hand fisting the sheets beneath you as the other snaked just below your chest.

you sucked him in to the point of it being hard for him to thrust any deeper, his head tilted as he watched how you convulsed around him. it was obvious you were still reeling from cumming around his fingers, his mouth curled into a deviant smile as swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, "gotta' relax for me chérie, making it hard for me to fit"

a choked sob tumbled from your lips, one that caught your boyfriends attention as he leant down to brush his lips over your forehead. your words were jumbled as you begged for him to let you touch him properly, the need to have your nails dug into his back evident as you pinched your own palms. you felt helpless, a moan suppressed as he bottomed out of you. his thrusts were slow, torturous, each one feeling deeper than the other as your eyes shut out of bliss.

charles' teeth grazed your throat, peppering your sweat-lined flesh with open-mouthed kisses. with each nip his tongue followed, flat against the sensitive bite-mark as he soothed it; the constant drag of his cock sending your mind into oblivion. he cursed about how tight you were, how you were made just for him — but you found it hard to comprehend, your wrists aching from where you'd pulled and pushed in an attempt to loosen the ribbon just enough for you to slip out of your confinements.

tears welled in your waterline, threatening to spill and stain your cheeks as he quickened his pace. it was relentless, the sweet spot inside of you grazed and stroked by the tip of his cock as he grunted against the valley of your tits. there was no way for you to wriggle free, charles' body sprawled on top of yours as he pinched your outer thigh, hiking it a little further up his waist as he searched for the angle that would tip you over the edge. for the second time.

"i'm gonna— fuck—" was all you managed to choke out, body relishing in the pleasure that surged through you. your veins electric as he stared up at you, his lips parted against the underside of your boob. in that moment he looked at you as if you'd hung every star in the sky, a masterpiece that was unwinding below him as he brought you right to fringe of ecstasy.

"that's it, just like that baby..." he drawled, unable to think straight as your gummy walls clenched around him. he knew your body like the back of his hand, your second climax on the horizon as he fucked into you with more force. face buried in the crook of your arm your moans were silent, throat hoarse as you let the tears spill, the overstimulation driving you to insanity as you felt the knot inside of you snap.

white-noise rung out in your ears as you came around charles', a profanity whimpered by your boyfriend as he felt your body shake. it was a push and pull motion; his thrusts sloppier as he helped you ride through your orgasm, milking you of everything you had to give as you felt your mouth run dry. it didn't take long before he followed, knees harsh on the mattress as he stilled inside of you — his seed warm as it dribbled out of you, his groans muffled as he buried his head in your chest.

"please—" you begging finished mid-sentence, every last ounce of his strength used to lift and undo the ribbon that had rubbed your wrists raw. every part of you felt limp as he guided your arms down, a thumb smoothing over your skin as he brought them to his lips, mumbling a quiet "did s'good for me baby... so good".